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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,948
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4
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Chapter Two
Title: Diplomatic Mission 2/?
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters nor do I profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor and Haldir
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR: FOTR
Archive: OEAM, NF
Author’s Note: What can I say? Erestor is arresting? OH, that was bad!
Spoilers: No
Summary: Haldir likes pretty, quiet elves. He finds one, but he loses him.
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DIPLOMATIC MISSION
Chapter Two
Haldir left Erestor and he left Caras Galadhon. He went back to his post.
He really didn’t understand what had happened. He really cared for the beautiful advisor from Imladris. He had wanted to get to know him, to get a chance to love him. But he had managed to chase him away. Maybe he had been too blunt in what he wanted. Maybe the slender, dark haired seneschal just found him lacking.
Haldir poured himself into his work, but that was not unusual. He worked himself relentlessly, doing extra duty when he could have been resting, but that too was not unusual. He was demanding of the other guardians, and again, that was not unusual. What *was* unusual was for Haldir to be cruel and harsh to those in his command. Though he required much from those in his command, he had never been unreasonable nor deliberately hurt his men.
He knew what he was doing and berated himself worse than he did the others when he got back to his own talan after his duties. He knew he was being an utter fool over Erestor. By the Valar, the pretty little negotiator probably couldn’t even use a bow. What did *he* want with him?
He thought about that thick, black hair that Erestor wore in a long, plain braid most of the time. He wanted to take it down and bury his face in its softness. Erestor smelled of sandalwood and ink, an odd but enticing combination. His skin was pale but not pasty, rather a smooth creamy color that made Haldir want to touch him. His eyes were dark and exotic, promising hidden delights to anyone who would take the time to find them.
*That* is what he wanted with Erestor.
Rúmil, who was furious, interrupted him in his mental inventory of Erestor’s physical perfections.
“What do you mean, talking to the new trainees that way? You called one of them an idiot, Haldir!”
Haldir just stared; realizing that he had done what Rúmil said he had. He had mistreated his own troops, something he had never done before in all his many years as a March-Warden . Shame colored his cheeks and he considered just turning away. He just stood and looked at his brother, not saying anything.
Rúmil did something he had never done before. He gave his older brother and commanding officer an order.
“Get out there and apologize.”
Haldir obeyed, telling his elves he was sorry for his behavior and personally apologizing to the young recruit that he insulted so badly. He had never been quite so embarrassed as he was then.
Later that evening, he sat on the open platform of his talan and looked out at the stars. He wondered if Erestor was still in Caras Galadon. He wondered what he was doing, wherever he was. He wished he had done things very differently, but he honestly didn’t know what he had done wrong. He was so lost in ght ght that he didn’t even hear the other elf until he spoke.
“What is wrong, Haldir?” It was Orophin, his little brother.
Haldir ran his hand through his hair, something he only did when he was very upset. He looked at Orophin, wondering how stupid his younger brother might think him. Would Orophin think him a silly lovesick fool? The thought of those dark eyes and lips, by Elbereth, lips that sent him dreaming of what they would feel like touching his lips again, touching other places, made him realize he didn’t care if his brothers thought him a fool. He decided to tell Orophin.
“I … I have…” It was much harder than he thought to tell his brother that he thought he was in love. “Erestor, Elrond’s advisor, he… I.”
“You’re in love?” Orophin asked, surprised, shocked even.
Haldir blushed. “I don’t know. But I am very interested in him. He is quite… handsome, don’t you think?”
“Rúmil was right. He said it had to be love. So what is wrong?”
Haldir told his brother a rather abridged version of what had transpired so far.
“He really doesn’t want to sou aou any more?” Orophin couldn’t believe that his ears.
“No.”
“Perhaps you should go talk to Lord Celeborn. He has known Erestor for a very long time. Maybe he could… give you advice?”
“You are not serious?” Haldir was appalled at the very idea of him talking to his Lord about … love.
“Yes, Haldir, I am.” The younger elf touched his brother’s hand. “Talk to him.”
Haldir thought about what Orophin had said to him. He was a proud elf and to go to Lord Celeborn would be hard for him. He never really talked about his problems with others, preferring to keep his personal feelings private.
He sat in his talan and sipped from a bottle of whiskey from Gondor. He thought of Erestor. And thought. He thought about that evening outside the bathhouse. He *had*
behaved a bit like an ass, but oh, Erestor had felt good and his response had been so innocent, like an elfling caught peeking. And the kisses, kissing Erestor was sweet and deeply erotic at the same time. Even now, Haldir could taste him.
His body responded to his thoughts and he slipped his hand under his loose trousers. He was rock hard. His trouser front was damp from the pre-come that had already escaped the tiny slit. He rubbed his finger over the wet opening, spreading the slick fluid over his swollen head. He imagined Erestor’s tongue doing that to him. He needed better access so he lifted his hips and slipped his trousers down until they were around his ankles. His erection bobbed up against his belly. He looked at it. Would Erestor find it …lacking?
Or would he wrap his hand around it and run it up and down? Haldir took his cock into his hand, moaning as he touched the hot flesh. He imagined how hot and tight the other elf would be, moving his hand faster. Would Erestor cry out or would he bite his lip to be quiet like he had outside the bathhouse? He wanted, no, he needed to know. His hand moved faster. He closed his eyes. Those eyes looked at him in his imagination, not with panic or fear but with love and desire.
“Erestor,” he moaned as he came, semen running over his hand and shooting onto his stomach. He sat for a few minutes, catching his breath and thinking. He couldn’t go on this way. He would talk to Lord Celeborn. There had to be a way to prove to Erestor that his feelings were real.
Haldir was nervous as he waited to talk to the elflord. He had come to Caras Galadhon that morning, leaving a smiling Rúmil in charge of the Northern Fences. Lord Celeborn was in a meeting with a diplomat from Mirkwood and Haldir feared the elflord would be in a foul mood. Dealings with Mirkwood often left him that way. He sometimes wondered about the grudge between him and Thranduil.
Celeborn stepped out of his study and smiled at Haldir.
“Thank the Valar that he is gone. How are you, Haldir? Is there something wrong?”
“I-I just needed some advice from you. Orophin insisted that you are the one I need to talk to.”
Celeborn looked at him with concern. He motioned Haldir into his study and for him to sit on the sofa.
“Wine?” Celeborn asked. Haldir nodded. Maybe it would give him a little courage. The handsome lord poured them both a glass and joined Haldir on the sofa. “Now what troubles you?”
“Erestor.”
Celeborn blinked. “Erestor?”
“I think I may have—I, uh, well, IthinkImaybeinlovewithhim.” He said without a pause.
Celeborn sat back and took a sip of his wine. “And he doesn’t return your feelings?”
“I-I don’t know….” He trailed off.
“Why don’t you tell me about it?” Celeborn smiled gently at him. Haldir did. He didn’t leave out any detail, no matter how embarrassing to him it was.
“I have known Erestor for a very long time. Back to the first of the second age. We were all so young then. He was seneschal to a Noldor lord. He was beautiful and exotic then too. My brother, Galathil, was a soldier. He noticed the quiet little elf and began to pay attention to him. Erestor just bloomed under the attention and Galathil took advantage of him.”
“I don’t know the details but I can guess that mytherther had sex with him and then just walked away like he had done to so many others. Erestor closed himself off after that and faded back into the background.”
Celeborn seemed to be looking into the past for a few minutes.
“Is there no way to reach him?” Haldir felt like he just might cry.
“I think you reached him. I have not heard even a hint of anything about him and anyone else in thousands of years. I think he is too afraid to let you in yet.”
“Then what can I do?” Haldir knew he sounded like a lovesick teen, but he wanted so badly to have a chance with Erestor.
“You have to show him that you care about him, that you want more than sex with him.”
“How? I’ve never really wanted more than that before.”
“Get to know him. He has been around a long time and he is actually quite a brilliant statesmen. He’s managed to keep my wife and our son-in-law from killing one another for several thousand years and he was an advisor to the High King too. There is more to our lovely Erestor than we know.”
“But he has gone home and I am here. There is little chance to impress him or even see him.”
“I am going to send you to Imladris for awhile. Elrond has been nagging for a Galadhrim to train some of his border guardians so I have an excuse. And I will give you a gift for him.” He looked for a moment and pulled down a slender burgundy leather bound book. He opened it and smiled. “He will love this. He has always been fond of the history of our race. This is a lovely volume.”
Haldir took the book. “When do you want me to leave?”
“Is first light soon enough?” The elf lord smiled at him.
Haldir nodded his thanks and got up to leave. On second thought, he turned back and hugged a surprised Celeborn. “Thank you, my Lord.”
Haldir did indeed leave at first light with a letter from Lord Celeborn and a slim red book in his pack. He was scared to death.
~tbc~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters nor do I profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor and Haldir
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR: FOTR
Archive: OEAM, NF
Author’s Note: What can I say? Erestor is arresting? OH, that was bad!
Spoilers: No
Summary: Haldir likes pretty, quiet elves. He finds one, but he loses him.
~~~
DIPLOMATIC MISSION
Chapter Two
Haldir left Erestor and he left Caras Galadhon. He went back to his post.
He really didn’t understand what had happened. He really cared for the beautiful advisor from Imladris. He had wanted to get to know him, to get a chance to love him. But he had managed to chase him away. Maybe he had been too blunt in what he wanted. Maybe the slender, dark haired seneschal just found him lacking.
Haldir poured himself into his work, but that was not unusual. He worked himself relentlessly, doing extra duty when he could have been resting, but that too was not unusual. He was demanding of the other guardians, and again, that was not unusual. What *was* unusual was for Haldir to be cruel and harsh to those in his command. Though he required much from those in his command, he had never been unreasonable nor deliberately hurt his men.
He knew what he was doing and berated himself worse than he did the others when he got back to his own talan after his duties. He knew he was being an utter fool over Erestor. By the Valar, the pretty little negotiator probably couldn’t even use a bow. What did *he* want with him?
He thought about that thick, black hair that Erestor wore in a long, plain braid most of the time. He wanted to take it down and bury his face in its softness. Erestor smelled of sandalwood and ink, an odd but enticing combination. His skin was pale but not pasty, rather a smooth creamy color that made Haldir want to touch him. His eyes were dark and exotic, promising hidden delights to anyone who would take the time to find them.
*That* is what he wanted with Erestor.
Rúmil, who was furious, interrupted him in his mental inventory of Erestor’s physical perfections.
“What do you mean, talking to the new trainees that way? You called one of them an idiot, Haldir!”
Haldir just stared; realizing that he had done what Rúmil said he had. He had mistreated his own troops, something he had never done before in all his many years as a March-Warden . Shame colored his cheeks and he considered just turning away. He just stood and looked at his brother, not saying anything.
Rúmil did something he had never done before. He gave his older brother and commanding officer an order.
“Get out there and apologize.”
Haldir obeyed, telling his elves he was sorry for his behavior and personally apologizing to the young recruit that he insulted so badly. He had never been quite so embarrassed as he was then.
Later that evening, he sat on the open platform of his talan and looked out at the stars. He wondered if Erestor was still in Caras Galadon. He wondered what he was doing, wherever he was. He wished he had done things very differently, but he honestly didn’t know what he had done wrong. He was so lost in ght ght that he didn’t even hear the other elf until he spoke.
“What is wrong, Haldir?” It was Orophin, his little brother.
Haldir ran his hand through his hair, something he only did when he was very upset. He looked at Orophin, wondering how stupid his younger brother might think him. Would Orophin think him a silly lovesick fool? The thought of those dark eyes and lips, by Elbereth, lips that sent him dreaming of what they would feel like touching his lips again, touching other places, made him realize he didn’t care if his brothers thought him a fool. He decided to tell Orophin.
“I … I have…” It was much harder than he thought to tell his brother that he thought he was in love. “Erestor, Elrond’s advisor, he… I.”
“You’re in love?” Orophin asked, surprised, shocked even.
Haldir blushed. “I don’t know. But I am very interested in him. He is quite… handsome, don’t you think?”
“Rúmil was right. He said it had to be love. So what is wrong?”
Haldir told his brother a rather abridged version of what had transpired so far.
“He really doesn’t want to sou aou any more?” Orophin couldn’t believe that his ears.
“No.”
“Perhaps you should go talk to Lord Celeborn. He has known Erestor for a very long time. Maybe he could… give you advice?”
“You are not serious?” Haldir was appalled at the very idea of him talking to his Lord about … love.
“Yes, Haldir, I am.” The younger elf touched his brother’s hand. “Talk to him.”
Haldir thought about what Orophin had said to him. He was a proud elf and to go to Lord Celeborn would be hard for him. He never really talked about his problems with others, preferring to keep his personal feelings private.
He sat in his talan and sipped from a bottle of whiskey from Gondor. He thought of Erestor. And thought. He thought about that evening outside the bathhouse. He *had*
behaved a bit like an ass, but oh, Erestor had felt good and his response had been so innocent, like an elfling caught peeking. And the kisses, kissing Erestor was sweet and deeply erotic at the same time. Even now, Haldir could taste him.
His body responded to his thoughts and he slipped his hand under his loose trousers. He was rock hard. His trouser front was damp from the pre-come that had already escaped the tiny slit. He rubbed his finger over the wet opening, spreading the slick fluid over his swollen head. He imagined Erestor’s tongue doing that to him. He needed better access so he lifted his hips and slipped his trousers down until they were around his ankles. His erection bobbed up against his belly. He looked at it. Would Erestor find it …lacking?
Or would he wrap his hand around it and run it up and down? Haldir took his cock into his hand, moaning as he touched the hot flesh. He imagined how hot and tight the other elf would be, moving his hand faster. Would Erestor cry out or would he bite his lip to be quiet like he had outside the bathhouse? He wanted, no, he needed to know. His hand moved faster. He closed his eyes. Those eyes looked at him in his imagination, not with panic or fear but with love and desire.
“Erestor,” he moaned as he came, semen running over his hand and shooting onto his stomach. He sat for a few minutes, catching his breath and thinking. He couldn’t go on this way. He would talk to Lord Celeborn. There had to be a way to prove to Erestor that his feelings were real.
Haldir was nervous as he waited to talk to the elflord. He had come to Caras Galadhon that morning, leaving a smiling Rúmil in charge of the Northern Fences. Lord Celeborn was in a meeting with a diplomat from Mirkwood and Haldir feared the elflord would be in a foul mood. Dealings with Mirkwood often left him that way. He sometimes wondered about the grudge between him and Thranduil.
Celeborn stepped out of his study and smiled at Haldir.
“Thank the Valar that he is gone. How are you, Haldir? Is there something wrong?”
“I-I just needed some advice from you. Orophin insisted that you are the one I need to talk to.”
Celeborn looked at him with concern. He motioned Haldir into his study and for him to sit on the sofa.
“Wine?” Celeborn asked. Haldir nodded. Maybe it would give him a little courage. The handsome lord poured them both a glass and joined Haldir on the sofa. “Now what troubles you?”
“Erestor.”
Celeborn blinked. “Erestor?”
“I think I may have—I, uh, well, IthinkImaybeinlovewithhim.” He said without a pause.
Celeborn sat back and took a sip of his wine. “And he doesn’t return your feelings?”
“I-I don’t know….” He trailed off.
“Why don’t you tell me about it?” Celeborn smiled gently at him. Haldir did. He didn’t leave out any detail, no matter how embarrassing to him it was.
“I have known Erestor for a very long time. Back to the first of the second age. We were all so young then. He was seneschal to a Noldor lord. He was beautiful and exotic then too. My brother, Galathil, was a soldier. He noticed the quiet little elf and began to pay attention to him. Erestor just bloomed under the attention and Galathil took advantage of him.”
“I don’t know the details but I can guess that mytherther had sex with him and then just walked away like he had done to so many others. Erestor closed himself off after that and faded back into the background.”
Celeborn seemed to be looking into the past for a few minutes.
“Is there no way to reach him?” Haldir felt like he just might cry.
“I think you reached him. I have not heard even a hint of anything about him and anyone else in thousands of years. I think he is too afraid to let you in yet.”
“Then what can I do?” Haldir knew he sounded like a lovesick teen, but he wanted so badly to have a chance with Erestor.
“You have to show him that you care about him, that you want more than sex with him.”
“How? I’ve never really wanted more than that before.”
“Get to know him. He has been around a long time and he is actually quite a brilliant statesmen. He’s managed to keep my wife and our son-in-law from killing one another for several thousand years and he was an advisor to the High King too. There is more to our lovely Erestor than we know.”
“But he has gone home and I am here. There is little chance to impress him or even see him.”
“I am going to send you to Imladris for awhile. Elrond has been nagging for a Galadhrim to train some of his border guardians so I have an excuse. And I will give you a gift for him.” He looked for a moment and pulled down a slender burgundy leather bound book. He opened it and smiled. “He will love this. He has always been fond of the history of our race. This is a lovely volume.”
Haldir took the book. “When do you want me to leave?”
“Is first light soon enough?” The elf lord smiled at him.
Haldir nodded his thanks and got up to leave. On second thought, he turned back and hugged a surprised Celeborn. “Thank you, my Lord.”
Haldir did indeed leave at first light with a letter from Lord Celeborn and a slim red book in his pack. He was scared to death.
~tbc~