Of Sands and Time

Legolas felt Haldir’s strong hands gently removing his robe and parting the light shirt he was wearing. Felt them softly mapping his chest, moving down to his abdominal muscles and teasingly dipping into his navel.

Slowly the well known heat spread in his body and he turned in Haldir’s arms, circling his own around Haldir’s waist. He pressed himself against the hard frame of his husband and wriggled his hips suggestively.

Haldir looked into Legolas’ eyes and saw with satisfaction the old light of mischief and want sparkle in the bright blue orbs. Smiling he captured Legolas’ lips with his and soon was lost in the sensation of the kiss. His hands had developed a life of their own and got rid of the last bit of clothing the prince was still wearing. The hot skin felt like satin beneath his fingertips and soon belveelves were stumbling towards their bed, falling onto it without ever breaking the kiss.

Legolas let go of Haldir’s lips and with a wicked glint in his eyes moved slowly downwards the pliant body before him, mapping every contour, every muscle and limb. Haldir was shuddering and writhing, whispering incoherent words and sentences hoping to be able to direct his husband to where he would love to be licked and nipped at next.

He felt Legolas’ tongue slowly make its way over his nipples, his throat and then over his shoulder to his armpit. He had never done this before and to his amazement it sent thrills and tremors throughout his whole body. It had been a long time since they had shared their bodies like this. Ever since Legolas had become increasingly restless and bored. Whenever Haldir had tried to get intimate with his love, Legolas had often brushed him off, claiming that he wasn’t in the mood. But now he seemed to be more than willing.

Haldir was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly noticed the sudden slickness of Legolas’ slender fingers, coating his erection in scented oil. The prince was running his fingers up and down the straining member with deliberate ease. Keeping his touch light and tender. He had his eyes closed, breathing deeply and focusing only on his touch. Haldir moaned softly and couldn’t tear his eyes away from the this sight of utter concentration and tenderness.

Legolas kept stroking his husband until he felt tiny tremors wracking the body underneath his fingers. Without opening his eyes he took one of his hands away and added some more oil. Then he gently moved his body up and over Haldir’s hips, never letting go of Haldir’s arousal, until he felt it right between his wisely spread thighs. Haldir was breathing hard and stared in wonder at the serene elf above him. His body went slack when he felt Legolas holding his erection lightly in his one hand and slowly lowering himself onto it.

Taking in the blissful and overwhelming sensation of being gently breached, Legolas sighed softly and lightly laid his hands on Haldir’s abdomen, still moving down until he had taken all of the silver haired elf into him and was sitting on him. Haldir’s mind focused only on his husband and the ever so slow and feather light motions. The sounds around him subsided until only their breathing and soft pants reached his befuddled mind.

The blond prince kept his movements sensual and light, matching his rhythm to the faint sound of waves breaking on the shore way down the mountain side to the east. It was a sound that soothed his soul and calmed his mind. And unlike to his time on Middle earth it had stopped haunting and tormenting him. Here it promised nothing but peace and harmony. Now he felt this harmony cursing through out his body, heightening the feeling of togetherness with his love and making him happy.

He felt Haldir’s hands lovingly caressing his thighs, gently holding onto his hips and adding to the closeness. It didn’t matter to them any more for how long they would stay in this position, if anybody could hear or see them. All that mattered was the love and devotion they felt through their bond.

Gently, Haldir guided Legolas’ movements and without ever changing the tempo of their lovemaking he could feel the tightening in his belly and groin, his muscles trembling and with a light squeeze signalled his husband that he was near. Legolas opened his eyes for the first time in, what had seemed to be hours, and smiled at Haldir. Never breaking the eye contact, he took hold of his husbands hands and together they took the last step towards their climax. Haldir groaned softly feeling Legolas’ insides pulsate and let go of his will to wait for his love. His hips bucked slightly as he emptied himself inside the hot cavern and immediately after a warm spray hit his sweat covered body accompanied by a moaned whisper of his name.

He pulled Legolas down to him and carefully rolled them over, thus gently slipping from his body. Trying to keep watching the love of his life he slipped into a peaceful slumber, Legolas following him closely all the while holding onto Haldir’s hands.


Thaurdae stood nervously at the stables, watching over the four horses that were grazing beside him. He and Amanhír had already slung the softly lined bags with food and some blankets over the horses’ shoulders and now he waited for his brother to return. Amanhír had lost their bet and was the one to go back to the house again to wake their fathers and pull them along to where Thaurdae was waiting.

They hoped that, after what they had heard coming from their parents bedroom last night, Legolas was in a better mood today. They had planned this surprise for some days now and were themselves looking forward to it.

Amanhír quietly stepped up to the wooden door leading to the master bedroom and listened carefully. So far everything seemed to be all right. No shouts or argument could be heard and obviously the two elves inside were still asleep. He balanced the tray with fresh juice and sweet bread in his left hand and quitly opened the door. The morning sunlight was illuminating the room with golden rays and on the bed his two fathers lay, sleeping peacefully, their naked limbs entwined. Amanhír was glad that they had been raised without any prudery and shame, so seeing his fathers naked didn’t bother him much. Calling on his will, he restrained himself from playing a nasty trick on them by throwing a wet cloth at them and sat the tray down carefully at the foot of the bed.

Legolas felt the gentle dip of the bed and his eyes refocused to find his younger son sitting at his bedside grinning widely at him. The smell of fresh bread and juice filled his nose and he smiled back. He disentangled himself and rolled over to face his son.

“What brings this luxurious treatment on?” he asked quietly as not to waken his husband.

“Oh, it’s just the beginning of a wonderful day and a surprise we have for you. eat eat something and get your old bones out of the bed. I would ask you to put something on that you can wear on a horse. Thaurdae and I will await you two at the stables.” Amanhír managed just in time to jump out of Legolas reach before his father could smack him on the arm.

“Old bones!” Legolas muttered as he saw his son vanishing through the door and pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Haldir and Legolas arrived at the stables only a short while later and joined their sons. The twins said nothing when they were asked what they had been up to and only grinned riding up front leading the way. They moved swiftly away form their home turning west further into the country. Knowing that they at least needed two days to get to the place the twins had spotted on one of their countless long rides through Valinor, they soon moved into a gallop and tagged their still clueless fathers along.

In the distance two lone figures stood watching the small group riding inland. Galadriel smiled at Elrond, who stood beside her and slowly turned back to her residence.

“I believe soon is the time that we have to do something about him.” She said softly.

Elrond nodded with a meaningful glance at her “Yes, indeed. I would never have thought that he would have such difficulties to immigrate here. After all he has a family, his father and best friend right at his side. But then again he is Thranduil’s son.”

Galadriel chuckled softly and replied “Oh yes. That he is. Through and through. But we will see. When the counsel of the Eldar meets, I might suggest him. I am not too sure if it is a wise choice, but it will be easier for all of us if he gets chosen. After all, I think he still is extremely linked to Middle earth.”
“At least we would have some peace and quiet again.” Elrond looked at her grinning “Otherwise I see no other choice but to press him into getting pregnant again. It would keep him occupied and out of my hairs for some time. But I think neither Thranduil nor Haldir would be too happy about that. Haldir already told me once, that they wouldn’t want another child for quite some time. He wanted to enjoy being close to his husband, making up for lost time.”

“We would have to suggest him also to the counsel then. I don’t think Haldir would let Legolas go without a fight. And believe me he can get even worse than his husband.” Galadriel looked thoughtful, though her eyes were sparkling mischievously.

“Is that so?” Elrond raised an eyebrow at her.


Gimli tried to keep as still as possible. He had been out on a venture to see if he could find a special kind of stone he wanted to work on, when he suddenly saw Elrond and Galadriel some feet away. They obviously hadn’t noticed him, but stared after four riders vanishing in the distance. He new that those four were Legolas and his family. He had known of the surprise the twins had been planning and now listened with astonishment to the conversation of the two Eldar. What were they on about? Did they want to send his best friend away?

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