The SweetGrass Incident

Glorfindel picked the leaves from his hair and wiped the back of his
hand across his mouth , leaving a dirty smear. Smacking his hand against
his breeches in an effort to remove the dirt, the golden Lord let out an
exasperated sigh.

" Dragon’s breath....... I am a mess...."

Pushing himself to his hands and knees, Glorfindel staggered to his
feet, falling forward a bit before catching his balance. Grabbing Haldir
by the arm, he practically dragged the Galadhrim to his feet.

" Come on, Haldir . I think I need a bath........." Turning and
grinning lopsidedly, he snorted and continued while tugging at the
March Warden’s hands.

"I'll let you wash behind my ears....." Glorfindel pulled Haldir along
the path, not caring if he was near any water or not.

Haldir smirked at the antics of his lover and popped him across the arse
playfully with one hand. “I shall wash more that your ears, meleth. .
.” he said teasingly as the golden Elf bounded clumsily along the
unknown pathway. “Glorfindel, perhaps you should let me lead since you
have no idea where the river is. . . that and the fact that if fall, you
shall fall upon me instead of the ground!”

He wrapped an arm around Glorfindel’s naked waist and began to skip
gaily beside the golden Lord who attempted most ungracefully to copy his
clipping gate. The river was only a short distance ahead, its babbling
call easily heard above the wildlife within the forest.

“Ah, there we are,” Haldir said at last, pointing with a flourish.
“Behold! A mighty river!”

The gentle stream seemed to titter mockingly at this statement, its
waters lapping playfully against the rocky shoreline.

Glorfindel’s smile brightened at the sight of the flowing water, he was
filthy, and for some odd reason quite warm.

Walking smartly up to the rivers edge he bowed with an exaggerated
movement in greeting to the water.

" Ooh great water..... I pray thee admit my filthy arse into your
embrace....."

Spinning on his heels, the golden Lord turned to Haldir and opened up
his arms and fell back with a huge splash into the cool bubbling
current. Sitting awkwardly in the thigh high depth, Glorfindel gave
Haldir a pathetic grimace, his hair dripping and the dirt on his cheeks
running in streaks. “Owwwwwww"

Haldir practically tripped over his own feet with laughter as he fumbled
his way through the muddy silt, slipping and sliding in the soft earth
until he lost his balance and tumbled headlong onto Glorfindel’s
half-prone body, knocking him beneath the surface of the water for a
moment.

“Oh Elbereth, don’t drown!” he cursed, pulling the spluttering Elf from
the water’s cool embrace. “Gods, I keep trying to kill you!”

Glorfindel broke the surface of the water, coughing and laughing.

"Haaaaa, meleth! You should have scene your face..... it was
soooooo...." Glorfindel placed his hands on his cheeks and widened his
eyes in mock horror, his mouth open wide in imitation. " Ohhhh, do get
out and do it again!!!!!" Glorfindel slapped the water with a giggling
fit.

“Oh, I’ll give you something to do again,” Haldir snorted, scooping up a
handful of rather muddy silt and flinging it at Glorfindel’s bare chest
where it landed with a resounding splat, sliding down the pale flesh and
back into the water with a resounding plop.

At Glorfindel’s look of utter shock he laughed uproariously. “Muddy
bastard!” he shouted, still snorting with laughter.

Glorfindel stared down at the muddy stain , a mischievous twinkle
glittering in his eye.
“
Ohhhhh.......now that wasn't nice......not at all............" The
golden Lord pouted his lips and gave Haldir his best hurt look. " I’m
all dirty........." Glorfindel crooked his finger and motioned for
Haldir to come closer, a seductive smile curling his puckered lips.

Glorfindel did look most endearing with his golden hair hanging in muddy
tangles far beyond his shoulders and his usually flawless skin streaked
with dirt and river muck. Had Haldir not been entirely certain he would
receive a faceful of mud, he would have ravished the lithe Elf right
then and there, but he was far too wise to what would happen if he got
any closer.

“I do not think so, my coy one,” Haldir said, edging away, concealing
another handful of silt behind his back. “You may be irresistible,
yes, but I am no fool.”

Glorfindel shifted in the water, the smile never leaving his lips.
Pushing himself to his feet, he stood dripping, eyeing Haldir’s
movements.

"Ohhhhh meleth-nin" he purred inching forward rds rds the Galadhrim,
one hand behind his back. " Do you not trust me......??"

Glorfindel took another step forward, cocking his head slightly as he
approached. Standing directly in front of the Galadhrim, the golden Elf
trailed his finger down the Elf’s chest and hooked it enticingly in the
waist band of his breeches.

Haldir shuddered at his lover’s lurid touch, for there was no other that
could bring him so quickly to heated arousal even in moments of play.

“Aye,” Haldir nodded, “I trust you, my love. But,” he said, a sly grin
etching the corners of his mouth, his lips inches from that of the
golden Lord, “it is me that you should not trust!”

With a whooping shout, he smacked the handful of muddy earth upon the
top of Glorfindel’s flaxen head and rubbed the gritty mixture into the
already filthy locks, giving them a murky brown cast as he fell back
into the river with a great splash of water, the liquid pluming around
Glorfindel’s hips and drenching Haldir’s now unbraided silvery hair once
more.

Glorfindel staggered backHaldHaldir plastered him with mud, before
disappearing beneath a curtain of water. With bit soft mud dripping
down his face, the golden Lord rushed forward to where he saw the March
Warden fall, his feet splashing great waves of their own.

Crouching beside the submerged Elf, Glorfindel waited till he surfaced,
and with a victorious battle cry smeared the unsuspec Gal Galadhrim
with a face full of river muck. Springing to his feet and hooting with
laughter, he pranced away bending low to scoop up another earthy
projectile.

Haldir spat out a c of of rather sticky mud and hurled a gener dou double handed assault at Glorfindel, the first glob missing the poncing
golden Lord, the second catching him squarely upon the stomach and was
met with an equally copious amount of dirty rebellion which splattered
across his shoulder with a moist plopping sound.

With a lusty cry, he sprang low, wrapping his arms around the back of
Glorfindel’s legs and jerking him forward, sending the other toppling
over his back and into the shallow water with a flailing spray of water.

He flopped atop of the golden Lord, pinning him struggling with giggles
in the fordable caress of the river and planting a lavishly muddy kiss
upon the full lips as rivulets of muddy water ran from his shoulders,
dripping onto Glorfindel’s equally filthy forehead.

He flopped atop of the golden Lord, pinning him struggling with giggles
in the fordable caress of the river and planting a lavishly muddy kiss
upon the full lips as rivulets of muddy water ran from his shoulders,
dripping onto Glorfindel's equally filthy forehead.

With breathless abandon amid squirms of mock struggle, Glorfindel
returned the March Warden’s gritty kiss, the taste of earth mixing well
with the sweet honey of his mouth. Closing his eyes against the slurry
that ran down his face, the golden Lord reached up his arm to wrap about
Haldir’s slippery shoulder loosing the palmed projectile in a wet slap,
covering the Elf’s back and hair in a muddy veneer.

Pulling away from the kiss,rfinrfindel lay back, his hair flowing behind
him like a piece of golden silk cast upon the water.

Smirking up at the mud covered March Warden, Glorfindel threaded the
fingers of one hand through the Elf’s stringy, muck stained locks ,
sketching the shape of heart into the dirt smeared canvas of the
Galadhrim’s cheek.

"Ohh, meleth. . ." Glorfindel purred , his hand sliding to trail lightly
along the March Warden’s glistening flank. " I do think I like you
dirty. . . "

“And you will find that I am far dirtier than mere appearances can show,
lirimaer,” Haldir murmured, catching Glorfindel’s hand within his own
and bringing it to his lips, kissing the still muddy knuckles gently.

Slipping one of Glorfindel’s fingers between the warmth of his lips, he
sucked tenaciously, bathing the appendage with the moist swirling of his
tongue, eliciting a shudder from the golden Lord as he crept slowly
closer, pally lly pinning the Elf in the shallow waters with his own
body.

Oh, how he could ravish his love right here, amongst the playfully
lapping waters. . . seduce him with the teasing tickle of his tongue’s
heated caress, nibble the pale flesh until it prickled with chills of
desire, for he so longed to feel himself deep inside of the golden
Lord’s quivering body. Needed to feel it. Needed Glorfindel’s tight
warmth to envelop him, joining them into one being, if only for a
moment.

Yet still, he withheld his craving, for the bond of trust was once again
so new, never would he insist upon more than Glorfindel was willing to
give. So instead, he bent and kissed the beautifully full lips,
relished the taste of his lover’s mouth and held him tightly in his
mud-encrusted embrace, for none were as rare and precious as the golden
Lord beneath him and this time. . .this time, he would make certain the
Elf knew this with every fiber of his being.

Glorfindel pulled Haldir down to the water into his embrace, and melted
into his lover’s kiss. The Galadhrim’s lips slanted over his own, a
perfect fit of flesh against flesh and the golden Lord was surprised to
hear small moans escape his mouth and resonate against the others.

The lap of the water against his back and the press of Haldir’rm
rm
body grounded Glorfindel to the moment. He could lie here for
eternity, no worries, no responsibilities, nothing but the caress of his
lover’s hand and the soft slide of his lips to pass the time.

As if on cue, a great gob of mud fell from Haldir’s forehead and landed
smack in the middle of Glorfindel’s nose, the earthy drip causing the
golden lord to cross his eyes to investigate, shattering the complacent
mood .

Reaching up, Glorfindel removed the offending detritus and plopped it
back upon the March Wardens head, patting it softly.

" Ohhh meleth.....I look like a Balrog’s backside.....I need a
bath,,,,,"

Haldir glanced at the ragged condition of Glorfindel’s personage and
chuckled. “Indeed,” he teased, smearing his dirty palms against the
golden Elf’s cheek.

So involved in their antics were the two elves, that neither noticed the
approach of footfalls nearing the river’s edge until their owner sighed
in exasperation.

“What in all of ARDA are you two doing?” an irate voice demanded.

Haldir craned his head to see the annoyed visage of Orophin standing
before them, hands placed haughtily upon his hips.

“Elbereth’s light, Haldir! Look at yourself!” the younger Galadhrim
groaned in exasperation. “This is no way for the Warden of the March to
behave!”

Haldir rolled his eyes at his errantly wandering brother. “Oh, do shut
up, Orophin. What I do on my own time is my onalonal business and I
suggest you take your leave, lest I become angry. . .”

Glorfindel fell back into the water with a splash as Haldir addressed
his brother. Oh how different the three are, he thought, wiping a bit of
dripping mud from his eyes, And yet, how much the same. The golden
Lord had not had much time to get know Haldir’s kin, but in the short
instances he had been afforded he could already determine that the one
called Orophin was definitely disturbed.

Orophin’s expression soured even more. . .if that were possible. “I
have been attending to your duties while your frolic with your latest
conquest.”

Haldir’s blue eyes narrowed into slits of cobalt fury. “What. . .did
you say?”

“You heard me,” Orophin smirked, moving to flip his flaxen hair away
from his shoulder with one hand.

Before the younger brother could finish the pompous gesture, Haldir
sprang from the water, his mud encrusted hand closing about the collar
of Orophin’s pristine tunic with a silent snarl of rage as he jerked the
Galadhrim forcefully towards hiYou You had best apologize to my Lord
Glorfindel, lest you find yourself with that bow shoved sideways up your
arrogant arse!”

Glorfindel chuckled as Haldir groused on shore, the March Warden
defending him as if he were a virginal damsel in distress posturing with
his brother in a rivalry that the golden Lord had no doubt had followed
them through their entire lives. Glorfindel could not help but be
impressed for Haldir was acutely alluring when addled.

Orophin’s eyes belied no fear, yet Haldir could hear his shallow, rapid
breathing, which was proof enough that his brother knew that his
intentions were no bluff.

“Let me go,” Orophin growled coldly.

“As you wish,” Haldir smirked simply, giving his brother a light shove
backwards.

“Aiya!” Orophin yelped, the heel of his boot sliding upon the slippery
embankment as he strove desperately to maintain his balance, but to no
avail.

He went down in flailing heap, landing upon his back within the mud
drenched waters of the river, showering Glorfindel anew.

Before the golden Lord could pry himself from the silted water, he was
once again covered with grainy mud, as Orophin landed with heavy thump
upon his backside in the river beside him. Ripples of murky water lapped
against Glorfindel’s leather wrapped thighs, slapping them with a wet
squooch as he pushed his long form to stand.

Approaching the stunned, and quite perturbed Galadhrim, Glorfindel
towered above , forcing the Elf to crane his neck to face him. Leaning
down, the golden Lord smiled seductively and brought his mud filled
hands up to cup Orophin’s cheeks smearing the slimy silt across his
face before placing a kiss upon his lips.

Nancing away, splashing the slack-jawed Galadhrim in his wake,
Glorfindel joined a smirking Haldir on the shore. Leaning close he
kissed the March Warden passionately, pulling away with a tug on his
sopping tunic.

" Glorfindel flower my arse!"

Haldir arched a brow at his lover before whooping with uncontrolled
laughter as his soggy brother emerged from the river, a livid scowl
thinning his lips into a line of fury.

“Looks as if you’re all wet, Orophin,” Haldir observed with a sardonic
smirk as Orophin shook his muddy boots one foot at a time.

The younger Galadhrim huffed but said nothing and stormed away without a
backward glance, his boots squishing upon the earth as he stalked backwardwards the heart of the Golden Wood.

Turning to Glorfindel, Haldir cocked his head curiously. “Glorfindel
Flower?” he repeated with a laugh. “Only I am allowed to call you
that!”

With that sentiment, he kissed the golden Elf upon his nose and took his
hand. “Come, let us bathe you before you begin to. . .err. . .crust. .
.”

Glorfindel waited till Orophin was out of sight before he pulled the
March Warden close to him, his fingers unburdening the laces of the
Elf’s wet breeches. Sliding them haltingly over the Elf’s narrow hips an
down past his knees ,Glorfindel lifted each foot out of the sticky
leather and tossed the garment aside. Wasting no time, the golden Elf
removed his own soggy items and beckoned for Haldir to follow him into
the river.

The cool water washed away the earthy remains of their play as exploring
hands slid across slickened skin, teasing and tempting with tender
abandon. The awkward advances of waterlogged pleasure, gave way to
more solid ground as tangles of weir air and glistening limbs found
release among the tall fragrant grasses once more.

Afternoon clouds passed to the deep pink sky of evening before the
two lovers , chilled by the approach of darkness, reluctantly dressed
,and walked hand in hand back through the wood to the privacy of
Haldir’s tree top flet.

In darkened silence, beneath the warmth of fur, Glorfindel wrapped his
arms about the Warden’s body and pulled him closer, his lips seeking
those so sweetly familiar yet excitingly new. Amid the chorus of night
birds and crickets, the golden Lord’ s heart whispered what it had
locked away till this moment. . .

" Amin mela lle Haldir.....you are more precious to me than the air I
breathe."

Wrapped tightly in loves embrace, Glorfindel let go of realities hold
to drift along a familiar shore, alone no more.

FINIS