The Education of Legolas Greenleaf

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Part 2
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Chapter 3


“That was a rather cruel state to leave Legolas.” Rumil chuckled as he set out for the woods with Orophin.

“I have never seen Haldir so…angry…and dare I say, possessive?” Orophin looked back over his shoulder.

“What did you expect, my brother? He has beakenaken with the Elf Lord for more years than my memory serves me. Do you not recall how of the would mutter his name in pleasure, even with us?” Rumil picked a stem of berries from one of the many fruit baring trees along the center of the forest.

“I considered it nothing more than fascination, a desire for something he could not have. Harmless.” Orophin shrugged his shoulders.

“Far from Harmless, now, brother. His games are getting quite rough. He hurt you on the bed, did he not?” Rumil tossed a berry into his mouth.

“Aye, he did. But the pain did not last long.” Orophin held his hand out for a vein of the branch.

“That is not the point, my beautiful one.” Rumil handed him a vein of the branch of berries, tossing a few more into his mouth. “Now that Legolas has done this and it was quite enjoyable, so sweet a taste and feel does the Prince of Mirkwood have.” Rumil cleared his throat and continued. “Haldir will obsess over him, it has already begun. It will be harmless no more.” The Elf Lord stretched, leaning against a mallorn. “Can you not see that by the way Haldir has denied him his desire.. merely because I entered him, even if the promise was only given in pleasure, Haldir is forcing Legolas to be bound to it.”

“Imagine how mad he would have been had you spilled yourself into the Prince?” Orophin shook his head. “Then his quarrel would have been with you, this night.”

“The faster the Fellowship depart from Lorien the better it will be for Haldir and for us. Not to mention Legolas.” Rumil could hear Haldir was near, still a league or more away but gaining ground quickly.

“You speak as if you fear him, Rumil?” Orophin raised a brow.

Rumil kept his voice low, seeing Haldir now in the near distance. “I do not fear Haldir. I fear what our brother is capable of doing. He has desired Legolas for so long that now the Prince is in his clutches, there is no telling what he can do. Day after tomorrow the Ring goes forth and with luck, all this shall pass.”

“I am here, brothers!” Haldir said, closing distance to them.

“How is our guest faring, Brother?” Orophin asked, tossing a bit of berry into his mouth.

“He suffers in agony, writhing upon my floor for fear of polluting my bed.” Haldir said arrogantly. “He will learn to adhere to promises made in passion.”

“Isnt that a bit harsh, considering he is new to this pleasure? It is a shame to leave him in such a way.” Rumil said, looking to his brother.

“You seethe at the idea of to finish him off, do you not, Rumil?” Haldir growled, glaring to his brother.

“I would not violate your ardor a second time. I had no idea you were going to hold Legolas to his words.” Rumil shrugged, seeing a light of insanity in Haldirs eyes.

“You took him easily enough the first time.” Haldir hissed, narrowing his eyes.

Orophin could now see precisely what Rumil had said, it was coming to pass right before him. “Perhaps it is just best to forget Legolas. I am sure by now, he is frustrated beyond his own understanding. We will let him be, will we not Haldir?”

Haldir turned his icy glare to Orophin. “I will leave him be, when I have finished with him and not before then. Let us begin patrol. Lorien will not guard itself.” Haldir stormed off, climbing to the nearest flet.

Orophin and Rumil looked to each other, exchanging understanding glances…and found their own individual flets to accompany to be alone in thought for the night. When the Prince finally succumbed to Haldir, only then would the pain and anguish for them all, end. It could well mean the end of Haldir as their lover, as well.

*

Legolas returned to the fellowship, sliding into the Talan. He was freshly bathed and cleansed, the coldness of his hair pressing long down his back. He said nothing as he slipped into his bedroll, leaving his own tunic on the ground beside him. It felt comfortablebe bbe back in the clothing of his home woods. Legolas quieted his thoughts and fell into Reverie, quickly, for fear of what he would tell Aragorn in such a tender state.

*
Haldir stood with his back to the Mallorns, overlooking the Flet. The Fellowship slept with the quiet of the Valar, not a single soul stirred, save the Prince. Though he walked in Reverie, Legolas shuddered in his dreams. The Marchwarden wanted nothing more than to insert himself between the Prince and his bedroll, to awaken him with a hand over his mouth, stiffing his cries as Haldir took him hard upon the floor with his friends close enough to taste it.

“I can feel you want me, Legolas. Your frustration is like fine wine, your desire like a dagger slicing through me. You will plead at the end, beautiful Prince. You will plead in release that only I can grant you." Haldir growled to himself, his nails clawing against the mallorn, sharply to keep his desire at bay. The Marchwarden was losing his mind with need for the Prince as the morning hours slowly crept over the Golden Wood.

*

Morning came too quickly. The hobbits were awake, having already cleansed themselves, one at a time. Boromir returned now, running his fingers through his hair. “Aye, the Elf is up, it seems.” He laughed, buttoning his shirt.

Legolas blinked, sliding out of Reverie and looking up to the ensemble.

“You slept like the dead, pointy ear.” Gimli laughed, looking no worse for wear for last nights excesses. Merry and Pippin did not fare as well. “Aragorn tried to wake you several times and not so much as a stir.”

“I was quite tired.” Legolas said, his body sore from his own excesses. His mind was a mess, a whirl of frustration and guilt…coupled with desire. He sat up with a slight wince, brushing his fingers through his tangled hair, undoing the braids with an easy stroke.

“Are you ready for some breakfast? The Lord and Lady are prepared to share with us what information they have.” Aragorn trimmed his beard with the sharp of his hunting dagger.

“Aye.” Legolas rose, his legs still a bit shaky. Sliding his cloak about his shoulders, he rolled up his bedroll and followed the grizzly gathering toward the halls of Lorien.

Within the confines of the breakfast hall, the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel sat upon high thrones, hands entwined. Rumil and Orophin were at their sides, respectively, standing at attention.

The Fellowship took breakfast with great fervor, which pleased the Lord and Lady of Light and Lorien. One by one, Celeborn and Galadriel spoke with them, quietly, go give their best counsel as to the fates that were before them. Galadriel had resigned to see Frodo that evening rather than at this present moment, when he was lost in happiness. Her words of warning for him were so sharp they could only be seen in her Mirror. An experience no other should share, save one Ringbearer to Another.

Boromir looked dejected as he left the dais before Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Without saying a word, Legolas walked before them, bowing upon one knee, majestically.

“Prince Legolas Greenleaf. A time will come when your bow will be needed, though fear will strike your heart and teartearts of your dearest friends. Go forth into the darkness, son of Mirkwood and face the challenges presented to you or the Fellowship will fail to aid the Ringbearer through the task.” Celeborn spoke softly.

Galadriel smiled. “Do not let your heart be heavy, Legolas. All will be revealed as it is written. I give you only one word of thought, beware the call of the sea and the gulls that fly above it. For once you heart has touched the waters, you will wish to leave these shores for the Havens. Your time is not yet here.”

Legolas bowed his head, taking their words seriously. “Yes, My Lord Celeborn and My Lady Galadriel. Your wisdom brings joy to my heart and warning to my thoughts. My bow will not fail Frodo and the Fellowship. I have sworn its service and service is what it will give.” He rose, nodding his head once more before returning to the Fellowship.

“What did she say to you?” Aragorn asked.

“I would fear to say what is in my heart and thoughts, Aragorn. All will come as it is meant to. Please, my friend, excuse me now, for I have much thought to give.” Legolas smiled to his friends, seated at the breakfast table…and turned, leaving them for the Golden Wood.

*

Legolas walked for a time in the Golden Wood, alone, beneath the glittering rays of sunlight. The warmth the sun gave was a blessing from the Valar, for winter was releasing its chill, finally.

The Prince of Mirkwood thought of Gandalf and his fall before the Balrog. Such sorrow was in his heart, for the loss to the Fellowship. How could they go on without his wise counsel against the Two Towers, united. How could they defeat Sauron and Saruman the Many Colors? He knew he had to trust in Aragorn to find his destiny…that it was somehow linked directly to the fate of the ring. But Legolas had known Aragorn many long years and could not see the Dunedain relinquishing his freedom for the service of scepter and crown. So much of what the world could hold, was in the hands of a hobbit. Would that it were Elrond who took the quest, Legolas would feel the Elf Lord could resist its powers and accomplish the task. But a hobbit, untrained with nothing but a strength of spirit…how could it be done?

Legolas took a sip of water from the brook, letting his hand cup the crystalline liquid to his mouth. And what of Haldir? He asked himself, still unsure of what had happened during the course of the previous evening to change his own desires…and be rebuked by the eldest of the Marchwardens?

Legolas turned, quickly, hearing footsteps behind him. As if summoned from his thoughts, Haldir appeared, making himself heard…for none could detect him if he wished to be silent and unfound. “I see you are significantly better than last evening.” Haldir smirked, tossing his cloak to one side as he lowered himself to one knee, drawing up behind Legolas.

“That is with no help from you.” Legolas hissed, feeling Haldir put his hands upon his shoulders.

“You are quite tense and I would guess, suffering a touch of soreness. Your body has never been used in such ways before, has it, Legolas?” His voice was like wine, soft and low…smooth over the flesh.

“And it will never be sore for these activities again.” Legolas shrugged his shoulders, bringing Haldirs hands from his tunic.

“Those are words of frustration, Legolas. Had you not have violated your word, you would have felt the indescribable pleasure you felt earlier last evening, in the bathroom…so tight against my body, pleading…whimpering like a virgin at first rites.” Haldir was undaunted, his breath hot in Legolas ear. “You were a virgin until last night, my beautiful one. How you cried for me to have you. Ai, Legolas.”

“Why do you torment me so, Haldir.” Legolas melted back against the Marchwarden as Haldir reclaimed his shoulders.

“I enjoy it.” The Marchwarden whispered, arrogantly. “You have been tormenting me for more years than you realize.” Haldir hissed, removing his gloves and tracing his fingertips along Legolas flesh.

Legolas moaned as Haldir moved his fingers down along his throat. “I never tormented you.”

“Oh how you did, my Prince. Walking about the Golden Wood, kissed by the Sun, laughing and competing so hard against me…when all I wanted to do was take you on the archery field before all of Lorien to witness.” Haldir moaned. “I would hear you at night in your rooms, upon the grounds…the shrill cries of your whores ringing out over the sky…I could smell you inside of them….such agony!”

“I never knew.” Legolas rolled his head back, moistening his lips.

“Now you know and flaunt your pleasure in my face with my own brother. I could snap your throat for such torture. But you will want only me when it is done, you will feel the ache of desire burn so deeply, you will never desire another.” Haldir flicked his tongue against the soft flesh of Legolas ear.

Legolas was hard, Haldirs words flowed like velvet on bare flesh. “I want your pleasure now, Haldir.”

Haldir stood, releasing his hold on Legolas. “Oh, and here you were about to recant the paths of pleasure I have taught you. How fickle is the mind in the moment of arousal.” The Marchwarden laughed.

“I have had enough of your games, Haldir!” Legolas rose with tremendous speed, his movement knocking the Marchwarden off balance. Legolas slid himself atop him. His lips sought Haldirs, his hands moving to pin the Marchwarden to the ground.

Haldir broke free of Legolas grasp easily, throwing him over his shoulder to land upon his back..on the soft Lorien earth. “You want me enough to lose reason, Legolas? You have only begun to understand the pain and anguish I have suffered for so many hundreds of years.” Haldir rose, removing his cloak. “Come at me, my Prince. I will not be responsible for scars upon that pretty face.”

Legolas rolled backwards, coming to his feet with agile grace and removing his own cloak. He charged at Haldir, intent to knock him off balance once again and caught a fist to his face…a glancing blow, for he moved too quickly for Haldir to have used his full strength.

Haldir grasped Legolas, holding him tight against his body, pressing his hips into Legolas hind. His desire, hard and evident. “Ahh do you feel that, my beautiful Prince. You have awoken me with your fearless skill.” Haldir hissed sharp into Legolas ear. “Did you sleep well last night, Legolas? Did you dream of me, beautiful Prince?” Haldir traced his fingertip down the length of Legolas’ jaw. “Did you writhe for the agony of your denial, pleading for me to come for you in the night?”

Legolas bit his lip, fighting back a whimper of pure need…ashamed at his weakness, for he had wished that the darkness would find Haldir, desiring him. “I believe I may have dreamt of Rumil…and the exquisite suck Orophin gives in the heat of passion.”

Haldir growled, tightening his hold on Legolas throat. The Prince responded with a swift elbow to the midsection, sending Haldir back three paces. The Marchwarroserose, reclaiming his cloak, laughing….taking deliberate steps to close the distance between he and Legolas once more. “Is that so?”

Legolas leaned back against one of the mallorns, seeing the deadly look in Haldirs eyes…a glaze of insanity born of desire and jealousy. He did not move as Haldir approached him, pressing his body tight into the Prince. “Hmm imil mil or Orophin are your desires, why do you rest against this tree like a caged beast? Why do you throb with such hard desire?” Haldir pressed his hips tight to Legolas’, rubbing his arousal against the Princes’ upturned shaft, bracing his hand beside Legolas on the tree. The Marchwarden panted for breath with such teasing contact. “Ai, Legolas…” he hissed, “I will not find satisfaction until you cry my name from the earth to HaveHavens.”

Legolas lowered his eyes, shivering as Haldir set to grinding his shaft against his own. His body responded, hips bucking in delicate counter rhythm. “Kiss me, Haldir…Or I swear I will take your mouth and never release it.”

Haldir could take it no longer. “Its too much.” He groaned in pain, tracing his tongue against Legolas’ lower lip, feeling the Princes’ hot breath over his tongue. His hands fell at Legolas’ throat, moaning in need. “You are poison dripped into an already deadly wound.” His mouth was so tempting, so hot and welcoming…Haldir lapped against his lip with slow strokes, tasting the teasing tip of Legolas’ tongue and nearly losing itself in the sweetness.

“Why do you restrain…” Legolas moaned, feeling Haldirs breath hot over his lips.

“I do not taste the mouths of my conquests, they are meant for only one thing…my pleasure.” Haldir hissed, still caught in the moment.

“Haldir?” A voice called out, still some distance from where Legolas and Haldir stood, tormenting one another in pleasure.

“The Ranger approaches, Legolas. Such shame that we are no longer alone.” Haldir laughed arrogantly, sliding the palm of his hand against the Princes’ arousal.

Legolas gasped, holding Haldirs hand against his desire. The Prince writhed his hips into the warmth…his face flushing. “Do not leave me here, like this, Haldir.” The Prince gasped.

Haldir laughed, cruelly. “Nightfall, my Prince. I will come for you, then.” The Marchwarden could take it no longer. He had to have him or he would lose what was left of his mind. Pulling back, Haldir shrugged his shoulder, his cloak falling over his arousal.

Legolas groaned, taking ap brp breath to calm himself, lowering himself to his haunches to hide his obvious…state of arousal.

“Haldir, your brothers told me I would find you not far from Legolas. I must speak with you at length. Forgive me, I do not wish to interfere, with your conversation and counsel, Legolas.” Aragorn came through the woods without an audible footfall, or so he believed, for Elven ears could not be deceived.

“Of course, Aragorn. Legolas and I are finished with our debateHaldHaldir turned, bowing to the Prince.

“It is well, Aragorn.” Legolas managed, watching as Haldir walked off with his friend.

*


Legolas could not wait any longer. The Moon had risen high over the sky and he was shivering with anticipation and desire. The Fellowship gathered around, exchanging stories of days long before the Ring had come to be known.

“Are you well, Legolas?” Aragorn looked to the Prince. “You seem distracted.”

“I must find Haldir, I fear my debate is not settled with him.” Legolas rose. “I will return shortly.”

“We leave early, my friend.” Aragorn said as the Hobbits sipped some of the Dwarven Grog sent for Gimli.

“Thieves! Unhand it!” The Dwarf laughed and threatened in one motion.

“I will not be long.” Legolas said and rose, slipping like a shadow against the Mallorns.

*

Legolas walked to the center of the forest once more. The firelight was a beacon, drawing him witiverivering legs to where he believed Haldir would be. “Haldir” he cried out, searching for signs of movement.

With his sharp sight, Legolas could not see Haldir…but instead, he found Rumil and Orophin laying sideways upon the floor…with a third party set between them. Rumil took the front of a beautiful Elf Maiden, her body gliding against him all the while Orophin tended to her backside. The she elf took them both at the same time, each buried to the hilt within her…all the while, Rumil and Orophin tasted one another…over her shivering shoulder.

Orophins hands slid down the She-elfs body, reaching for his brother. “This is torture, you take me so much deeper, so much harder than she!” He hissed, thrusting wildly into the lass, all the while his eyes never left Rumil.

“There is time, beautiful Orophin.” Rumil groaned, sliding his fingers into Orophins hand. “Ai, Brother, I grow close…I can feel you inside of her…yes, cum with me…harder..”

The she elanedaned, enraptured by the double pleasure, never paying more than a moment of attention to the brothers dialogue. Legolas braced his hand upon the Mallorn closest to him, watching with fascination and growing desire.

Orophin thrusted hard enough to feel his brothers desire between the thin skin separating the she-elfs orifice from the other. “Yes, Rumil, you delicious tease…how hard I will take you…Ai, Brother…I expel…wanting your tightness around me!”

The two shivered, locked within the tight sheath of their conquest. Rumil sought his brothers mouth, cumming hard within the she-elf…feeling the heat from Orophins seed like a flash flood through the lass.

“I can witness this no longer.” Legolas dug his nails into the tree, forcing himself to turn from the scene. His desire was on edge, dancing through his skin like fire. He had to find Haldir to slake this madness that had invaded his flesh.

The Prince walked back toward the Great Hall of Lorien, pausing to take a deep breath and calm his raging desire. “Haldir.” He moaned softly, pressing his back to the grand Mallorn, feeling defeated.

“I told you I would come for you.” Haldir spoke into the night, his body materializing from the shadows themselves. “I have followed you since you left the Talan. Your patience and control dangles so close to the edge.” His voice was edgy and wrought with desire. He closed the distance between them, near enough for Legolas to taste the desire in the air. Haldir looked up. “Guards are on patrol just above us. I can not…be seen with you here. My Quarters.”

Legolas nodded, fighting the shiver Haldirs voice brought to his body. He followed Haldir back to his Chambers, stepping in as the Marchwarden closed the door behind him. His eyes never leaving Legolas.

He is playing with me.. Legolas realized as he watched Haldir slowly move closer, pressing him back against wallwall with agonizing precision.

Haldir traced his fingers through Legolas hair, removing the warriors braids to leave his golden mane dangling against his face. “So beautiful.” The Marchwarden moaned, sliding his hips against Legolas…before turning and walking deeper into the room.

Legolas moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. “You continue to torment me, Haldir.” He managed out, slowly. He wanted to scream, What are you waiting for?

“As your presence in my rooms, torment me.” Haldir turned his fathomless blue eyes to Legolas, his lithe body pressed against the wall, tense with desire.

“Ease my torment, Haldir.” The Prince took steps away from the wall as Haldir turned, watching his approach. Legolas stood before the Marchwarden, his shaking fingers slowly unbuttoning Haldirs tunic.

Haldir looked up, his eyes closed, feeling the Prince strip him of his tunic, tossing it to the floor. He wanted Legolas so badly his body simply froze at the thought of having him. What the hell is happening to me?

Legolas opened Haldirs under chemise, running his fingers lightly on Haldirs flesh and slowly up to the Marchwardens throat. “Do I not please you, Haldir?” Legolas moaned against the sensitive flesh at the tip of Haldirs ears. His tongue flicked the lobe.

“You are driving me to distraction. I am obsessed with you.” Haldir moaned, his fingers sliding into Legolas golden mane. “Take me in that hot mouth of yours, Legolas.”

The Prince slowly slid his body down Haldirs, shakingly lowering the Marchwardens breeches to rest against his thighs. Parting his lips, Legolas took the crown of Haldirs swollen desire into the warm depths…cing ing him inch by glorious inch, until the Marchwarden was devoured into his throat.

“Ai, Legolas. That mouth. My Mouth.” Haldir hissed, his fingers sliding to the back of Legolas head as he pumped his hips in and out of that exquisite suction.

Legolas’ moan vibrated along the underside of Haldirs shaft, sending the Marchwarden into a flurry of groans. The Prince claimed him harder, deeper….until Haldir pushed him away. “Another lick of that tongue and you would drink me.”
Legolas licked his lips, the taste of Haldirs seed hot on his tongue. “I would devour you, if you but let me!”

“No.” Haldir said, trying to regain his control He turned, walking to the bed and laying down across its width. “Come to me, Legolas.” The Marchwarden whispered, commandingly.

Legolas rose from the floor, shaking and joined Haldir on the bed. The Marchwarden slowly began to strip the Prince of his clothing…his eyes feasting on Legolas body, so lithe and muscular. Haldir passed his fingertips over Legolas flesh, feeling the Prince tense and groan, the tip of his desire glistening with such delicious pearls. “Haldir, you set me afire, I swear it. My blood burns!” Torment. Pure Torment.

Haldir pushed Legolas back on the bed, stripped free of his clothing…his own torn off and discarded upon the floor. The marchwarden slid his body atop the Prince, feeling their skin kiss so intimately. Legolas cried out, his fingers sliding into Haldirs golden tendrils, his head writhing side to side with the intensity of the sensation.

Haldir slowly lowered himself, his unbelievably steady hands beginning to tremble. Parting his lips, Haldir did what he never had to another lover…he took Legolas into the hot confines of his mouth The prince cried out, his hips arching as Haldirs incredibly velvet lips claimed him in succor so exquisite, he swore he would leave his skin. "Hal..dir…”

The Marchwarden groaned at the taste of him. Moaning against the Elf Lords tip, Haldir lapped at the crown, sipping his desire as it wept in glistening pearls. He could take no more! Haldir devo the the Prince with tight suction, claiming and reclaiming him into his throat until Legolas had to be held down upon the bed by the Marchwardens strength.

Haldir released his mouth, lapping his tongue down along the Princes’ tight sac, cupping the tender jewels into the warmth of his mouth until Legolas tore at his own hair, pleading to release. “Not yet. I have not had my fill of you, Legolas.” Haldir commanded, letting the firm jewels slip from his lips, letting them trail down the curve of his chin.

The Marchwarden raised Legolas legs, rolling the Prince to his side. Licking a trail from Legolas tender jewels, Haldir parted the Elf Lords firm cheeks…and let his tongue dance over his quivering pucker.

The Prince groaned hard as Haldir slipped his tongue into the tight entrance. The marchwarden hissed at the taste of him, his nails spreading Legolas’ cheeks further…his tongue going deeper within him.

“I can not bear this attention!” Legolas writhed at the verge of spilling tears of pleasure. His fingers tore at the bed sheets as he gasped for breath.

Haldir was an Elf possessed, tasting Legolas’ quaking entrance with long, velvet strokes deep within his core. “Are you ready for me?” Haldir moaned, shaking as the pleasure he gave to Legolas washed over him. Another moment spent worshipping that tight pucker and Haldir would have achieved his release without the benefit of assistance.

“Ai, Haldir…please…” Legolas lower lids were wet with tears of indescribable delight. He was overwhelmed.

Haldir slithered up the Elf Lords shivering body, raising his legs to rest over his shoulders. “Shh, my beautiful obsession, I will ease you…” Haldir moaned against Legolas flesh, pressing the tip of his aching desire to Legolas’ well prepared entrance.

“Ahh!” Legolas cried out, panting for breath as Haldir united them with agonizing slowness. The Marchwarden used the last of his control to thrust himself to the hilt, inch by beautiful inch.

“I could bury myself…inside of you, and never come forth!” Haldir groaned, holding himself deep within Legolas, his eyes looking into his Princes’…

Legolas bucked his hips, feeling Haldir hold that spot of his infinite pleasure with the extreme pressure of his hips. Legolas was writhing out of control with Haldirs length pressed to his core so steadily. “Quiet yourself…Feel each inch of me…within you…our flesh…one flesh…” Haldir cried out in strangled moans.

The sensation was spiritual. Legolas could feel Haldirs length pulsing within him, held with such control and stillness…and yet such passion the Prince swore he would explode.

Slowly, Haldir began his thrust, each moan meeting Legolas’ cries. “Torment!” The Prince cried out, needed to feel more of Haldir, faster..harder.

Haldir bit his lip, fighting for control. He lowered his forehead to press against the bridge of Legolas’ nose. Looking up, the two locked eyes, a slave to the slow, agonizingly hard thrust. In that moment, the Marchwarden slid his tongue along Legolas’ lips…parting them. The Prince moaned into Haldirs mouth, his tongue sliding against Haldirs velvet kiss…feeling the Marchwarden take his lips with such commanding softness, it drove Legolas to insanity.

Haldir lost all sense of control within the confines of Legolas’ lips, drinking the sweet nectar as though no finer wine had been poured, from a chalice no golden court could craft. “Ai!” Haldir moaned, his body yielding to pleasure, thrusting into him with such ferocity, he swore he would release himself.

“I will have you deeper than this…” Haldir groaned, sliding out of Legolas, his body shaking uncontrollably. He took his lovers mouth once more, panting, his weeping length poised at Legolas entrance. “..I will have you..inside of me.”

Legolas placed his hands on the either side of Haldirs face, drinking his kiss as though it was the only thing that could sate him. Haldir pulled away slowly, rolling onto his back.
Legolas gave no second thought to fear, rolling atop his lover…he mimicked Haldirs movements, placing the marchwardens legs over his shoulders.

Pressing the tip of his crown against Haldirs pucker, Legolas hesitated…looking down in the eyes of his beautiful Marchwarden.

“Another moment… and I will…burst.” Haldir cried out, giving the Prince no quarter for debate or fear…and impaled himself on Legolas’ thick shaft. “Ai, by the Valar!” Haldir cried out. Never had anyone taken him… never had he desired it…the sensation was…bliss.

Legolas thrust to the hilt within his lover, desire overshadowing any moment of hesitation or inexperience. Haldir was hot and tight against his thickness… “I..can not hold this, Haldir!” Legolas groaned, feeling their flesh of one flesh…spirit of one spirit. “Tight, Haldir.. Ai, Elboreth!”

Haldir entwined his fingers into Legolas’ own, his eyes looking deep into the Princes’. The Elf Lord hit the most exquisite spot, the tip of his length rubbing deep within Haldir, sending him over the edge.

Haldir writhed beneath Legolas, the Princes’ thrusts were more than he could bear! Legolas called out to his lover with a strangled cry of desire. “Haldir! Haldir, I can not…I am ….”

Legolas gasped for breath, his body releasing in hard convulsions…sending hot seed buried deep into Haldir. “Valar!” Legolas screamed, his body caving to desire, his eyes rolling back…

Haldir could not hold it any longer… even as Legolas spoke. Crying out, Haldir ripped into the sheets, his seed spilling in hot streams down his chest…his tight entrance seizing around Legolas’ desire, szingzing and massaging as the Elf Lord continued to thrust…

“Val.. ar…” Legolas felt Haldir expel, his slit eyes watching the stream of pearls weep from his lovers length… The Marchwardens tight entrance bringing him off till the Prince swore he would pass out.

Legolas was shaking so terribly, he could barely remove himself. Dropping down atop Haldir, the Prince shivered uncontrollably. Haldirs arms encircled him, panting for breath with a sudden fear he might never catch his wind. Haldir refused to disjoin them…savoring the feeling of Legolas deep within his core, even as the Elf Lord was beginning to soften…at the point of pure bliss and complete exhaustion.

*
Chapter 4

“Haldir?” Rumil stepped into his brothers quarters, his eyes suddenly beholding the image of Legolas joined with Haldir, panting atop him, Haldirs arms cradling the Prince, tenderly. Rumil was in shock. Holding a hand out to stop Orophin from moving further, even the youngest Marchwarden could not believe his eyes.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Haldir growled as Legolas turned his face away from the two entering brothers. The Eldest Marchwarden draped his arms tighter about Legolas as if shielding him. Turning onto his side, Haldir hesitantly disjoined them, ending their exquisite union and drawing the covers up against their bodies.

“Since when do we have to knock, Haldir? Acting a might protective for you latest conquest, aren’t you?” Rumil chortled, narrowing his eyes toward Haldir…with a twinge of jealousy.

“And since when have you played the modest flower, big brother? You never cover your body from us. But then again, you never let us have you either, do you?” Orophin was feeding off Rumils jealousy, a dark glance falling over his eyes.

“Who are you both to tell me anything?” Haldir flared. “We will continue this discussion outside.”

“I believe, beautiful brother, that Haldir has let his obsession go to his head over this little chit.” Orophin chided.

“I believe, Orophin, you may be correct.” Rumil turned and walked out, shaking his head, disgustedly as Orophin followed, slamming the door.

“Legolas, I will return in a moment.” Haldir growled, slipping on his long shimmering gray Robes.

“What seems to be the issue, despite the Jealousy I sense?” Legolas felt the tension, rolling over onto his side, letting his head rest upon his hand.

“They have no need for jealousy. We are not bound.” Haldir said icilly.

“I see.” Legolas smirked at the way Haldir placed his words. Did this mean nothing but a casual moment? Why would Haldir allow himself to be taken, if he swore it was something he had never done before, even with his brothers? Why in the name of Morgoth was he thinking like this?

Haldir turned and slipped out of his chambers, closing the door behind him. Orophin and Rumil were standing face to face in the woods just a few paces away, speaking heatedly amongst themselves. “You owe me an explanation for your Elfling behavior!” Haldir hissed, folding his arms before his chest, authoritatively.

“Owe you an explanation?” Rumil hissed. “You were unable to be found this night and when we come to seek you, what do we see…but Legolas entwined so tenderly in your arms, his body still lingering within yours!”

“Since when does the Prince receive of you what we have been shunned from having?” Orophin growled. “Who is he to you, other than a fantasy fulfilled?”

“My body and my desires do not belong solely to either of you. Watch how you speak to me, brothers.” Haldir kept his voice deadly low, dripping with venom.

“Who are you to speak to us, thusly, brother?” Rumil growled, stepping in toward Haldir. “I can smell him all over you. You are ripe with him!”

“As you are ripe with jealousy, Rumil.” Haldir was far from intimidated as his younger brother stepped up against him. He was the strongest of the three and he knew it. “You will stand down from me.”

Rumil shook his head, turning his back and walking away disgustedly.

Orophin could not believe Haldirs flippancy. “So now you have your Prince and you turn upon us?”

“He is leaving Lorien come morning. What does it matter to you, Orophin, if it does not matter to me? I have had my fill of him, now let it be.” Even as Haldir said his words, he was not sure HE could let it be with Legolas, now that he had tasted him…been taken by him.

“Then we will continue our discussion when the interloper leaves.” Orophin hissed, bracing his arm about Rumil. “Come brother, let us depart.”

Haldir grimaced, turning and walking back into his quarters, where Legolas stood, already dressed. “Leaving so soon, Legolas?” The Marchwarden said, closing the door behind him.

“What does it matter to you, if nothing else does.” Legolas raised an arrogant brow. “I will return to the fellowship and leave Lorien gladly behind me. May you and your brothers find safe shores should the war go ill.”

“So, you intend to leave like this, giving me no benefit of explanation for what you have mistakenly overheard.” Haldir was truly at a loss for words.

“You owe me nothing, least of all an explanation. My ears do not deceive me, Galadhrim.” Legolas walked to the door, pausing as he opened it to give one last look to Haldir in his robes, praying silently the Marchwarden would stop him…

With a sigh, he left the Marchwardens quarters for the comfort of the Talan beside his friends. To Legolas surprise, Haldir did not call after him or follow him. He had heard correctly, even if his thoughts swore he had believed something had transpired between he and Haldir in the midst of their intimacy. Apparently, the Prince was deceived, on a deeper level than he wanted to admit to himself.