Elves Gone Wild

Title: A Reply from Mirkwood
Author: TICS
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Haldir/Galion
Summary: Haldir reports to Celeborn on his delivery of the invitation to
the Celebration to King Thranduil.

Haldir stood at quiet attention before the Silver Lord as Celeborn read the
missive from King Thranduil of Mirkwood.

Leaning back in his chair, the missive held loosely in his hand, Celeborn
raised his soft blue eyes to his Captain. "Thranduil has accepted my
invitationŠMirkwood will be well represented at the Celebration, as I knew
it would be. Tell me, HaldirŠdid you enjoy your trip to the land of our
cousins?"

"Aye, my Lord. I was most graciously received by His Majesty and the Wood
Elves," Haldir replied dutifully. The hesitation in his voice gave Celeborn
reason for concern.

"Is something amiss, Haldir?" Celeborn demanded, eyeing his Captain
carefully.

"No, my LordŠnot exactly. My Lord, were you aware that Thranduil has a
son?" Haldir asked, knowing immediately from Celeborn's shocked _expression
that he was not. "'Tis true. Barely past his majority, he isŠand the most
lovely creature I have ever laid eyes on. His hair was as molten gold, and
his eyes the brightest blue I believe I have ever seen...pale skin that
looked to be as soft as rose petals..." Haldir's voice trailed off
uncomfortably, as he realized that he had been prattling.

Celeborn's eyebrows lifted in surprise at this confession from his stoic
Captain. Haldir was not given to gushing, and yet here he was practically
drooling over his recounting of the beauty of Thranduil's son. This young
Elf must be quite a vision to have moved the March Warden to this extent.
Then again, it was only to be expected since Thranduil himself was a
spectacular example of Elf, as Celeborn remembered him - platinum hair
flowing over broad shoulders and those eyesŠthose piercing, emerald green
eyesŠ

"I suppose you took it upon yourself to taste of his beauty, Haldir?"
Celeborn asked, a sly smile tilting his lips.

"Nay, my LordŠLegolas - that is his name, by the way, my LordŠGreenleaf - is
a virgin still. It would not have been diplomatically prudent to deflower
the son of the King without His Majesty's leave," Haldir replied, smirking a
bit himself. "He is indeed beautiful and I was indeed tempted, but thought
twice of it, my Lord."

"Using good judgement, as always, Haldir. Be not downheartedŠI am certain
you will have the opportunity to taste of his charms during the
Celebration," Celeborn smiled. A vision of himself lying between Thranduil
and his son burst into Celeborn's mind and he felt his groin tighten in
response to the picture it made.

"Nay, my LordŠI think not."

"Why would that be, Haldir? You are as easy on the eye as any Elf I've yet
to meet, and your reputation as a lover is quite well known. Thranduil
himself spoke highly of you after the last Celebration."

Haldir couldn't hide the grin that spread across his face at his Lord's
glowing praise of his sexual prowessŠand it was all true, of course. "I will
not have the opportunity, my Lord, because word has it that King Thranduil
will not allow Legolas to attend the Celebration."

Celeborn frowned at this new tidbit of information. "Why, for Eru's sake?
What more perfect an opportunity for a young Elf to experience a variety of
tastes as at the Celebration? Surely you are mistaken, Haldir."

"Nay, my Lord. I am not mistaken. 'Tis what I heard."

"And from whom did this information come, Haldir?"

"From a most reliable source, my Lord," Haldir answered, a rather lascivious
smile gracing his full lips. In a flash of memory, Haldir remembered lying
in his bed in Mirkwood, a golden head bobbing up and down on his organ, the
wet, hot suction drawing a growl of pleasure from Haldir's chest. He
remembered fisting his hands in a thicket of silken hair, his lips teasing
and tasting pale ivory skin. He remembered with clarity sheathing himself in
a tight, hot channel, two sculpted thighs wrapped around his waist. Above
all, he remembered his release, his body wracked with ecstasy, spilling his
seed deep within the Elf that lay moaning beneath him.

"And what source would that be, Haldir?" Celeborn asked, a slight frown
wrinkling his smooth brow. It was not like Haldir to force him to pump the
Captain for information like this, although he could tell from Haldir's
_expression the method by which Haldir had acquired the news.

"Galion, my LordŠHis Majesty's butler."

Celeborn laughed, shaking his silver head at his Captain. "Trust a servant
to wag his tongue in pillow talk, eh, Haldir? Still, something must be done
about this situation. If this Legolas is as enchanting as you sayŠ"

"He is, my Lord."

"Then we must find a way to convince Thranduil to allow him to attend. I'll
not wait another five hundred years to meet with this vision, as you have
described him."

"Have you a plan, my Lord?" Haldir asked.

"Let me think about it, HaldirŠI shall discuss it with Lady Galadriel. She
also will be greatly disappointed if this "most fair" Elf is not in
attendance at the Celebration," Celeborn replied, dismissing his Captain.
He rose himself, still holding the missive from Thranduil and went to seek
out his wife.

TBCŠ