Runes of Love
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Adult ++
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Chapter2
Title: Runes of Love 2/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Website: New one coming soon !
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s, not mine
Summary: Haldir is given the chance to turn his life around. When he chooses to follow his dreams he leaves behind someone dear to him.
Feedback: Absolutely necessary =P
A/N: Ok, scratch what I said in the first part. This fic will definitely be more than 3 chapters long. I blame it on the muses ;)
Chapter 2
The following afternoon it was time for Haldir to return to work. The rune Rumil had given him rode in the pocket of his leggings, all but forgotten. As he strolled slowly through the forest, he wondered if he would be asked to come to the game room that evening since Thranduil was due back from his visit to ‘Lorien the night before. Almost every week the king and his friends would get together for an evening of game-play. Haldir was usually invited, though he wished he would not be since whenever he was present they played to see who would have him for the rest of the night. He did not like to be treated like a prize.
Thranduil’s rules also stated that if Haldir won a game he would be the one who decided whose bed he would share, or if he would get the night off. Yet whenever Haldir did win, he seldom chose a night off in fear of displeasing the king and being losing his work.
The blonde Elf kept his head down as he came upon the soldiers guarding the path, within the caves, which led to the great halls of the Mirkwood king. He could hear them snicker and mutter obscene sexual comments as he passed by. He had thought that they would eventually grow sick of the cruel jokes, but one year later it was still as funny as the first time, and to Haldir, just as painful.
As he entered his chambers, he found that a note had been slipped under his door. The note, written by Thranduil himself, confirmed what Haldir had suspected— he was asked to join the king in the game room as soon as he was ready.
A steaming herbal bath had already been prepared for him. For that Haldir was thankful and he unpacked quickly so he could enjoy it while the water was still hot.
The soothing blend of herbs immediately began to ease his tense muscles and he enjoyed it as long as he could before having to get dressed, which was barely enough time to even wash his hair.
The outfit Haldir had chosen for that evening was a white, silk tunic and a pair of cream- colored leggings. He used a silver clip to pull back the top portion of his hair, while the lower half remained loose, hanging over his back and chest. A few dabs of a mixture of orange and bergamot oils on his wrists and behind his ears provided the finishing touch. Now he was ready to meet with the others.
*
Upon entering the game room, Haldir found the atmosphere rather loud for a group of four Elves. The air was thick with a rather pleasant scent of smoking herbs. Thranduil sat facing the door, clad in green and with a pipe in his mouth. Next to him was an empty chair for Haldir. To the king’s right sat Eluvir, his older son who occasionally took part in the games and was a frequent client of Haldir’s. Next to Eluvir sat Failon, Thranduil’s most trusted advisor, and next to him, Dúrhir, the captain of the guard.
Haldir’s gaze remained focused on Thranduil as he entered the room, at his emerald eyes which seemed to stare into nothingness while his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. The king was not taking part in the conversation and appeared to be rather bored.
“Welcome, Halidir!” Thranduil exclaimed at last, being the first to notice the young Elf’s presence. “How nice it is to see you again…”
“I can only say the same, my lord,” Haldir said with a bow to his king. “Thank you for inviting me.”
All eyes remained on Haldir as he took his seat beside the king.
“I have missed your company,” Thranduil whispered to him when the others had resumed their conversation.
Haldir blushed at the comment. Indeed it had been over six weeks since their last coupling the night before Thranduil left on his journey to the Golden Wood. “I have missed you as well, my lord,” he said, and this was not a lie for he did enjoy Thranduil’s warm presence, the sight of his golden hair and vivid eyes, and his woodsy fragrance. Besides this, the king was the only Elf to ever take the time to bring him to climax in bed. These things provided only a small comfort to Haldir’s depressing life, but he appreciated every bit of comfort he could find away from home.
While he waited for the others to finish their current game, Haldir helped himself to a goblet of red wine and took the time to admire the game tiles which were laid out on the table. He wondered as to how many different sets of tiles Thranduil owned, for he had never seen the same one used twice. These were carved from ivory with the leaves of various trees etched into them and colored green, blue, yellow, red, or black. Each type of leaf was repeated on five tiles, each time in a different color representing the four seasons and the fifth the transition from every season to the next.
Each player represented a specific season and could only work with tiles of the color assigned to that season. Since Haldir had only just arrived, the black leafed tiles, associated with the transition period, were free for anyone to use. All of this, as well as the rules of the game Thranduil explained to Haldir while he waited.
Haldir was unfamiliar with most of the games played in the company of the king, but that did not bother him. Being a brilliant Elf that he was, Haldir picked up on the games quickly and gave the others quite a challenge.
Thranduil won the current round but would not accept the money which the others have lost. Each Elf happily took back his share of coins. The tiles were passed out again. This time no coins were placed on the table. Haldir hoped that Thranduil’s luck would continue….
But as the game progressed, Thranduil’s prospects did not look good, neither did Haldir’s. Out of the corner of his eye, Haldir could see the king frown. Obviously this was one game of which the spoils of victory Thranduil wished to claim.
Then, a single tile placement by the Prince turned the tables for Haldir and he was able to get rid of all of his remaining tiles in one move and be declared the winner.
Failon asked, and the prince and captain joined in, pressing Haldir for an answer.
“I uh… think I will remain alone tonight,” said Haldir. “I would like to catch up on my reading.”
The other three Elves groaned in disappointment, whining to Thranduil about the rules and telling him that he should change them so that Haldir would not be allowed to take a night off.
The disappointment could be seen in Thranduil’s eyes as well, but he would not allow himself to behave as the others did. “And what if I never allowed either of you a day of rest?” he asked the three. Thus their complaints were silenced, and they all played another round of seasons, this time neither for money nor for a night with the palace whore, only for fun and each others’ company.
*
Upon returning to his room Haldir changed into pair of loose night pants. They were sheer and blue. With the pants he wore a matching shirt which he left open, allowing his chest to remain exposed. He did not understand what he was about to do, but he could not ignore what his heart was telling him.
When he reached the king’s chamber door, Haldir knocked lightly. There was no answer. He knocked louder. Still Thranduil did not come. Disappointed, Haldir turned his back to the door.
“Haldir?” A curious voice called to him when he had already started to walk away. He stopped and turned around. There, holding the edges of each of the double-doors in his hands stood the magnificent Mirkwood king wearing a flowing robe of green silk which was tied loosely around his waist and open at the chest.
“Why have you come?” Thranduil asked.
“As I have already told you, my lord, I missed your company as well,” Haldir told him. “But if you want me to leave I will…”
“Come in,” said Thranduil and let go of one of the doors, allowing Haldir to enter.
“I am sorry I took so long, but I was already in bed,” Thranduil explained as he led Haldir to a red divan. “Wait here, I will get us some wine.
Haldir’s eyes remained on Thranduil as he walked over to the bar to pour the wine.
“I doubt that you have ever tasted anything like this,” said the golden-haired Elf as he handed Haldir a goblet. “It is flavored with a certain flower which only blooms for one week every spring. Some say this is the finest wine in all Arda.”
“Thank you,” said Haldir as he took the goblet. Indeed it was a delicious tasting wine.
“So,” said Thranduil, “how may I serve you this night?”
Haldir’s eyes grew wide. “Serve me, my lord? You are the one to be served.”
“You won the game, pen-neth,” said the king, “tonight I am your servant. Tell me, what is your wish?”
There was silence for a moment while Haldir chose the right words. His heart raced and he feared Thranduil’s reaction, for what he was about to ask was too much for a lowly person like him to ask of a king. “Just for tonight,” he began, his voice quivering, “let me be your lover, not your whore, and show me what it is like to make love.”
Silence filled the room once more and Thranduil just stared at the young Elf. Haldir bit his lip, by now his heart was pounding.
Tbc…
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Website: New one coming soon !
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s, not mine
Summary: Haldir is given the chance to turn his life around. When he chooses to follow his dreams he leaves behind someone dear to him.
Feedback: Absolutely necessary =P
A/N: Ok, scratch what I said in the first part. This fic will definitely be more than 3 chapters long. I blame it on the muses ;)
Chapter 2
The following afternoon it was time for Haldir to return to work. The rune Rumil had given him rode in the pocket of his leggings, all but forgotten. As he strolled slowly through the forest, he wondered if he would be asked to come to the game room that evening since Thranduil was due back from his visit to ‘Lorien the night before. Almost every week the king and his friends would get together for an evening of game-play. Haldir was usually invited, though he wished he would not be since whenever he was present they played to see who would have him for the rest of the night. He did not like to be treated like a prize.
Thranduil’s rules also stated that if Haldir won a game he would be the one who decided whose bed he would share, or if he would get the night off. Yet whenever Haldir did win, he seldom chose a night off in fear of displeasing the king and being losing his work.
The blonde Elf kept his head down as he came upon the soldiers guarding the path, within the caves, which led to the great halls of the Mirkwood king. He could hear them snicker and mutter obscene sexual comments as he passed by. He had thought that they would eventually grow sick of the cruel jokes, but one year later it was still as funny as the first time, and to Haldir, just as painful.
As he entered his chambers, he found that a note had been slipped under his door. The note, written by Thranduil himself, confirmed what Haldir had suspected— he was asked to join the king in the game room as soon as he was ready.
A steaming herbal bath had already been prepared for him. For that Haldir was thankful and he unpacked quickly so he could enjoy it while the water was still hot.
The soothing blend of herbs immediately began to ease his tense muscles and he enjoyed it as long as he could before having to get dressed, which was barely enough time to even wash his hair.
The outfit Haldir had chosen for that evening was a white, silk tunic and a pair of cream- colored leggings. He used a silver clip to pull back the top portion of his hair, while the lower half remained loose, hanging over his back and chest. A few dabs of a mixture of orange and bergamot oils on his wrists and behind his ears provided the finishing touch. Now he was ready to meet with the others.
*
Upon entering the game room, Haldir found the atmosphere rather loud for a group of four Elves. The air was thick with a rather pleasant scent of smoking herbs. Thranduil sat facing the door, clad in green and with a pipe in his mouth. Next to him was an empty chair for Haldir. To the king’s right sat Eluvir, his older son who occasionally took part in the games and was a frequent client of Haldir’s. Next to Eluvir sat Failon, Thranduil’s most trusted advisor, and next to him, Dúrhir, the captain of the guard.
Haldir’s gaze remained focused on Thranduil as he entered the room, at his emerald eyes which seemed to stare into nothingness while his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. The king was not taking part in the conversation and appeared to be rather bored.
“Welcome, Halidir!” Thranduil exclaimed at last, being the first to notice the young Elf’s presence. “How nice it is to see you again…”
“I can only say the same, my lord,” Haldir said with a bow to his king. “Thank you for inviting me.”
All eyes remained on Haldir as he took his seat beside the king.
“I have missed your company,” Thranduil whispered to him when the others had resumed their conversation.
Haldir blushed at the comment. Indeed it had been over six weeks since their last coupling the night before Thranduil left on his journey to the Golden Wood. “I have missed you as well, my lord,” he said, and this was not a lie for he did enjoy Thranduil’s warm presence, the sight of his golden hair and vivid eyes, and his woodsy fragrance. Besides this, the king was the only Elf to ever take the time to bring him to climax in bed. These things provided only a small comfort to Haldir’s depressing life, but he appreciated every bit of comfort he could find away from home.
While he waited for the others to finish their current game, Haldir helped himself to a goblet of red wine and took the time to admire the game tiles which were laid out on the table. He wondered as to how many different sets of tiles Thranduil owned, for he had never seen the same one used twice. These were carved from ivory with the leaves of various trees etched into them and colored green, blue, yellow, red, or black. Each type of leaf was repeated on five tiles, each time in a different color representing the four seasons and the fifth the transition from every season to the next.
Each player represented a specific season and could only work with tiles of the color assigned to that season. Since Haldir had only just arrived, the black leafed tiles, associated with the transition period, were free for anyone to use. All of this, as well as the rules of the game Thranduil explained to Haldir while he waited.
Haldir was unfamiliar with most of the games played in the company of the king, but that did not bother him. Being a brilliant Elf that he was, Haldir picked up on the games quickly and gave the others quite a challenge.
Thranduil won the current round but would not accept the money which the others have lost. Each Elf happily took back his share of coins. The tiles were passed out again. This time no coins were placed on the table. Haldir hoped that Thranduil’s luck would continue….
But as the game progressed, Thranduil’s prospects did not look good, neither did Haldir’s. Out of the corner of his eye, Haldir could see the king frown. Obviously this was one game of which the spoils of victory Thranduil wished to claim.
Then, a single tile placement by the Prince turned the tables for Haldir and he was able to get rid of all of his remaining tiles in one move and be declared the winner.
Failon asked, and the prince and captain joined in, pressing Haldir for an answer.
“I uh… think I will remain alone tonight,” said Haldir. “I would like to catch up on my reading.”
The other three Elves groaned in disappointment, whining to Thranduil about the rules and telling him that he should change them so that Haldir would not be allowed to take a night off.
The disappointment could be seen in Thranduil’s eyes as well, but he would not allow himself to behave as the others did. “And what if I never allowed either of you a day of rest?” he asked the three. Thus their complaints were silenced, and they all played another round of seasons, this time neither for money nor for a night with the palace whore, only for fun and each others’ company.
*
Upon returning to his room Haldir changed into pair of loose night pants. They were sheer and blue. With the pants he wore a matching shirt which he left open, allowing his chest to remain exposed. He did not understand what he was about to do, but he could not ignore what his heart was telling him.
When he reached the king’s chamber door, Haldir knocked lightly. There was no answer. He knocked louder. Still Thranduil did not come. Disappointed, Haldir turned his back to the door.
“Haldir?” A curious voice called to him when he had already started to walk away. He stopped and turned around. There, holding the edges of each of the double-doors in his hands stood the magnificent Mirkwood king wearing a flowing robe of green silk which was tied loosely around his waist and open at the chest.
“Why have you come?” Thranduil asked.
“As I have already told you, my lord, I missed your company as well,” Haldir told him. “But if you want me to leave I will…”
“Come in,” said Thranduil and let go of one of the doors, allowing Haldir to enter.
“I am sorry I took so long, but I was already in bed,” Thranduil explained as he led Haldir to a red divan. “Wait here, I will get us some wine.
Haldir’s eyes remained on Thranduil as he walked over to the bar to pour the wine.
“I doubt that you have ever tasted anything like this,” said the golden-haired Elf as he handed Haldir a goblet. “It is flavored with a certain flower which only blooms for one week every spring. Some say this is the finest wine in all Arda.”
“Thank you,” said Haldir as he took the goblet. Indeed it was a delicious tasting wine.
“So,” said Thranduil, “how may I serve you this night?”
Haldir’s eyes grew wide. “Serve me, my lord? You are the one to be served.”
“You won the game, pen-neth,” said the king, “tonight I am your servant. Tell me, what is your wish?”
There was silence for a moment while Haldir chose the right words. His heart raced and he feared Thranduil’s reaction, for what he was about to ask was too much for a lowly person like him to ask of a king. “Just for tonight,” he began, his voice quivering, “let me be your lover, not your whore, and show me what it is like to make love.”
Silence filled the room once more and Thranduil just stared at the young Elf. Haldir bit his lip, by now his heart was pounding.
Tbc…