One Night in Lorien
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,829
Reviews:
3
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Chapter 1
Night was falling in Lórien. Legolas decided to take a walk alone in the woods to clear his mind. Ever since the Fellowship had arrived six days before, he had been plagued by thoughts of the handsome March Warden. Haldir was a perfect Elven specimen- the most beautiful of the Galadhrim that patrolled the borders of the Golden Wood. As he walked, Legolas conjured up images of Haldir’s nude body, bathed in moonlight, waiting to be ravished by the likes of a Prince from Mirkwood. --The next one to be blindfolded will be you, Haldir, Legolas thought, and I should like to be the one to do it!-- So lost in his fantasy was Legolas that he did not notice he was being watched until the snap of a branch to his left brought him back to reality. He stopped walking and looked around. There was no one to be seen, but he knew he was no longer alone.
**
--Dratted branch!-- Haldir could not believe how careless he was being. Legolas would surely be aware of his presence now, and he would no longer be able to admire the visitor at his leisure.
Legolas climbed up the trunk of a mallorn tree to see if the height would afford him a view of his pursuer. Having reached the crook of a branch, he looked around. No one. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Legolas spotted something moving quickly away. Turning his head, he saw it was an Elf. He called out, and the Elf stopped. “Who are you, following me through the woods? Turn so I can see your face!” The Elf turned, and Legolas saw that it was Haldir who had been tracking him. “Haldir! Have you been behind me all the way from Caras Galadhon?”
“Surely you were aware of it before now, dear Prince.”
“Nay, I did not realize I was being hunted!” Legolas’ words hinted innuendo. It was not lost on Haldir.
“Would you have it that *you* were hunting *me* then? If you would like, I could stand in front of you, and we can begin the chase anew. How fast should I run, Prince?” Haldir had made his way to the tree in which Legolas was perched and stood at its base.
“I should like that you didn’t run at all.”
“I thought as much. I see the way you steal glances at me when you think I’m not looking. I have keen eyes, fair one. I see more than you know.”
“Like you saw the branch that cracked beneath your feet, betraying you to me?”
“I had my eyes on more worthy things than a tree branch. Golden-haired Elf-Princes can drive even the most vigilant of Galadhrim Guards to distraction.”
Legolas jumped down from his lookout, and stood facing Haldir. His pale skin glowed. “Well,” he began, “now that you’ve caught me, what do you plan to do with me?” He cupped his hand around the growing bulge in Haldir’s leggings. Haldir made no move. “On second thought, it appears that I’ve caught you.”
“So it does, Legolas, so it does.” He hooked a leg around one of Legolas’, knocking him to the ground. “But I do not remain captive for long.” Legolas sat on the ground, staring up at Haldir with amazement. This would cost him, Legolas would be sure of it. He rose, lunging at the smirking Elf. They both went down this time, Legolas pinning Haldir to the Earth.
“Nor I. If you want sport, Haldir of Lórien, you shall have it,” Legolas breathed in Haldir’s ear. He pressed his lips to those of his prisoner, who obligingly parted them, letting Legolas’ tongue find its way inside. Haldir’s mouth was warm and inviting, and the kiss seemed to last forever. It was Legolas who broke it off at long last. He scarcely had time to catch his breath when Haldir rolled them both over, reversing their positions. His erection dug sharply into Legolas’ thigh. Legolas groaned.
“What I want,” Haldir gasped, “is to feel every inch of you thrust inside me.” He thrust his pelvis against Legolas, once again making him feel his arousal.
“Then you shall not be denied.” Legolas reached up, taking a lock of silvery hair in hingerngers. It shone like mithril in the light. Haldir got up off of Legolas and knelt on the ground beside him. Legolas began removing his clothing and Haldir his own. Soon, they both sat naked, looking each other over. Two pale Elven bodies, taut and strong, sat basking in the light of the Lórien moon. Haldir and Legolas drank each r inr in, each believing he had laid eyes on the most beautiful being in all of Middle Earth.
To be continued . . .
Night was falling in Lórien. Legolas decided to take a walk alone in the woods to clear his mind. Ever since the Fellowship had arrived six days before, he had been plagued by thoughts of the handsome March Warden. Haldir was a perfect Elven specimen- the most beautiful of the Galadhrim that patrolled the borders of the Golden Wood. As he walked, Legolas conjured up images of Haldir’s nude body, bathed in moonlight, waiting to be ravished by the likes of a Prince from Mirkwood. --The next one to be blindfolded will be you, Haldir, Legolas thought, and I should like to be the one to do it!-- So lost in his fantasy was Legolas that he did not notice he was being watched until the snap of a branch to his left brought him back to reality. He stopped walking and looked around. There was no one to be seen, but he knew he was no longer alone.
**
--Dratted branch!-- Haldir could not believe how careless he was being. Legolas would surely be aware of his presence now, and he would no longer be able to admire the visitor at his leisure.
Legolas climbed up the trunk of a mallorn tree to see if the height would afford him a view of his pursuer. Having reached the crook of a branch, he looked around. No one. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Legolas spotted something moving quickly away. Turning his head, he saw it was an Elf. He called out, and the Elf stopped. “Who are you, following me through the woods? Turn so I can see your face!” The Elf turned, and Legolas saw that it was Haldir who had been tracking him. “Haldir! Have you been behind me all the way from Caras Galadhon?”
“Surely you were aware of it before now, dear Prince.”
“Nay, I did not realize I was being hunted!” Legolas’ words hinted innuendo. It was not lost on Haldir.
“Would you have it that *you* were hunting *me* then? If you would like, I could stand in front of you, and we can begin the chase anew. How fast should I run, Prince?” Haldir had made his way to the tree in which Legolas was perched and stood at its base.
“I should like that you didn’t run at all.”
“I thought as much. I see the way you steal glances at me when you think I’m not looking. I have keen eyes, fair one. I see more than you know.”
“Like you saw the branch that cracked beneath your feet, betraying you to me?”
“I had my eyes on more worthy things than a tree branch. Golden-haired Elf-Princes can drive even the most vigilant of Galadhrim Guards to distraction.”
Legolas jumped down from his lookout, and stood facing Haldir. His pale skin glowed. “Well,” he began, “now that you’ve caught me, what do you plan to do with me?” He cupped his hand around the growing bulge in Haldir’s leggings. Haldir made no move. “On second thought, it appears that I’ve caught you.”
“So it does, Legolas, so it does.” He hooked a leg around one of Legolas’, knocking him to the ground. “But I do not remain captive for long.” Legolas sat on the ground, staring up at Haldir with amazement. This would cost him, Legolas would be sure of it. He rose, lunging at the smirking Elf. They both went down this time, Legolas pinning Haldir to the Earth.
“Nor I. If you want sport, Haldir of Lórien, you shall have it,” Legolas breathed in Haldir’s ear. He pressed his lips to those of his prisoner, who obligingly parted them, letting Legolas’ tongue find its way inside. Haldir’s mouth was warm and inviting, and the kiss seemed to last forever. It was Legolas who broke it off at long last. He scarcely had time to catch his breath when Haldir rolled them both over, reversing their positions. His erection dug sharply into Legolas’ thigh. Legolas groaned.
“What I want,” Haldir gasped, “is to feel every inch of you thrust inside me.” He thrust his pelvis against Legolas, once again making him feel his arousal.
“Then you shall not be denied.” Legolas reached up, taking a lock of silvery hair in hingerngers. It shone like mithril in the light. Haldir got up off of Legolas and knelt on the ground beside him. Legolas began removing his clothing and Haldir his own. Soon, they both sat naked, looking each other over. Two pale Elven bodies, taut and strong, sat basking in the light of the Lórien moon. Haldir and Legolas drank each r inr in, each believing he had laid eyes on the most beautiful being in all of Middle Earth.
To be continued . . .