The old ways

Gimli felt Legolas tense beside him but on his face the dwarf could clearly see love and longing shining along with a faint nervousness. Aragorn strode towards Haldir and huggem clm close. Haldir did look a little taken aback but nevertheless returned the gesture, his eyes flicking form left to right, looking out for someone else. Legolas left Gimli’s side and when Aragorn had released the Lorien elf moved towards him in a warriors greeting. Gimli looked closely on their features and saw a deep and trusting love in their bottomless blue eyes.
Legolas was still a bit nervous about Haldir being here at Helm’s deep, but their help was very much appreciated and for him it was a great relieve to have his husband near at an hour like this. If they were to die in this battle, they still would be together in this.
Haldir was glad when he saw Legolas unharmed. From this moment on, he would be able to look after him, make sure nothing happened to him and he would protect him. He looked deeply into his husband’s eyes and rejoiced at the love and longing he saw in them, though there was something else. Something he couldn’t quite place, something knew. Maybe it was something that had been there all along, he just hadn’t noticed before. But then again, it seemed so strange. Strange yet, not threatening. Haldir sighed and whispered so quietly, that he was sure only Legolas would be able to hear him “Let us meet a little later on, alone for a few minutes. Is there a place?”
Legolas smiled knowingly “Yes, through the armoury on the left hand, is a little room. Meet me there in two hours.” He released Haldir and stood behind him as Haldir turned towards Theoden once more, to announce the will of the elves to enter into the alliance with man once more.

Legolas was feeling like a young elfling again as he waited for Haldir in the room he had described. He had been overjoyed to see Haldir and he had been stunned how Haldir had looked, but he couldn’t shake the impression that Haldir had indeed noticed a change in Legolas. No matter, he would know in a few minutes.
Legolas had sat down in a corner on a bundle of rolled up carpets. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
Haldir felt himself shiver with anticipation as he walked towards the armoury. He knew that the fellowship had been through a lot since they had left Lothlorien. From the Lady he had heard that Boromir of Gondor had died and he doubted that the journey to Rohan had been an easy one. Fatigue was one of the first signs he had noticed in Legolas. Haldir had reached the room and hesitated for a second. He smoothed his haid add adjusted his gown before he entered. It had been only a few weeks since they had seen each other but to him it seemed like an eternity. He opened the door and peered in. He found his beloved sitting in a corner, one leg pulled against his chest and head back against the wall, but as soon as some light poured in the eyes opened and smiled at him.
Haldir took one of the candles that had been set out in the armoury and moved inside, softly closing the door behind him. “Legolas!” he opened his arms and Legolas was on his feet in seconds moving in between them, letting himself be wrapped up in these strong, comforting arms. He inhaled Haldir’s scent deeply and sighed in contentment. How he had missed this feeling of security and warmth.
Haldir felt Legolas relax in his arms and for the first time in all those weeks they had been apart he felt whole again. They stood like this for a long time, until Haldir moved his right hand, that had been stroking Legolas back, up to cup the chin of his husband and lifted his head up. “My love, are you alright? Has anything happened to you while you were away? Have you been injured?”
Legolas shook his head and studied Haldir closely. “No! No, melme. Nothing has happened to me. It was a very hard journey, full of peril but also of joy and satisfaction. We are all tired and we all fear the upcoming battle. But now that you are here with your troops we might have chance. Theoden overestimates this keep, he thinks nothing can get in, but he might not know what he is up against. Aragorn has seen such a large army moving in this direction, that it makes my heart tremble.”
“Shhh, I will let nothing happen to you. I do intend to spend more time with you than the last time. So loosing you in battle is not an option.” Haldir tried to smile reassuringly. Legolas cocked his head and smirked “Oh, and who is going to look after you then? And anyhow, I already have someone to look after me. So you see, you are too late to save me.”
“Who is it, that claims my place? Do I have to be jealous?” Even though Haldir tried to keep his tone light, a hardly noticeable trace of upcoming jealousy laced his voice.
“My saviour is the noble Gimli, son of Gloin. He vowed to protect me and wants to use his body as a shield.”
Haldir’s face split with a grin “Oh! Oh, yes I see. Well at least the parts are protected then!”
Legolas swallowed hard. Haldir never knew how right he was with his exclamation. Haldir’s hands slowly started moving along the contours of Legolas body, following the shoulder blades, his back, over his hips to his buttocks, gently squeezing them. “It has been such a long time. I need to feel your skin against mine, melme. Please, let me give us some pleasure before our world is going to be turned upside down.” One of his hands moved beneath Legolas’ tunic, trying to pass the shirt he was wearing to reach the soft, warm skin of his husband.
Legolas felt his nervousness increase with every move Haldir made. No, he couldn’t undress now. It was not that they hadn’t enough time, or that he found it unethical to enjoy bodily pleasures before an upcoming battle, it might as well be their last time, but he was afraid, that Haldir might indeed find changes in Legolas’ body. Although he was quite sure that nothing could be seen, yet, but still the mere thought scared him. On the other hand reacted his body to the caresses with renewed energy and an enthusiasm, that made a declination impossible. Haldir buried his face in the crook of Legolas’ neck and inhaled his scent deeply. He had missed this every waking hour for the last weeks. His moves grew more frantic to get beneath the clothes and armour, to get in touch with what he craved most. Legolas’ body. He could feel the growing tension in his beloved and didn’t miss the nervousness and also the growing bulge in his leggings. Haldir didn’t know what to make of it, but decided, that it must have something to do with the stress and fatigue Legolas had been under for the last days.
Finally he had reached his goal and Legolas’ chest lay bare before him. The creamy skin seemed to glow with an inner light, which was enhanced in the flickering light of the candle. Haldir moved his head down and took a nipple between his lips, gently caressing it with his teeth and tongue. His hands still roamed the lithe body fondling every bit of bare flesh they could find. In the meantime Legolas’ hands were busy themselves of getting rid of Haldir’s annoying armour, cloak and shirt. But it seemed a hopeless task. “No, my love.” Haldir stopped Legolas’ failing attempts. “There are too many layers on me. Let me give you pleasure, you can always return the favour later on. But for now let me taste you, feel you trembling, loosing yourself to me. Please, give me a sweet memory I can take with me out there to the fight we are about to face. Legolas growled in frustration, but soon Haldir’s hands turned those sounds of mock anger into sounds of utter pleasure and abandon. He moved his head down again, licking and biting his way down the plains of the taunt stomach, nibbling with his lips the slightly softer skin at the lower abdomen and nipped at the lacing of the offending breeches. He had pushed Legolas against a wall, to which the Mirkwood elf now hung onto for support, and holding his hands still to the narrow hips before him he went down to his knees.
It didn’t take Haldir long to untie the leggings and carefully he freed the straining erection from its confinement only using his tongue. He could feel Legolas’ legs tremble beneath his touch and it made him smile. It was something wonderful to have the other tremble with lust for oneself even after so many years of knowing each other. Wonderful that the other did still react that strongly to his ministrations and that his own body showed its passion in the same way.
Haldir licked his lips, wetting them thoroughly, closed them and pushed them slowly against the head of the arousal. Using only the slight pressure of Legolas’ tiny moves towards him to push open his mouth. The younger elf groaned, it felt like penetrating Haldir’s body in a totally other region and it amazed him what his lover could do with his mouth.
Once the head was inside, Haldir gave it quick and tiny licks with the tip of his tongue. He moved one hand down to fondle the soft sack between his fingers and all of a sudden took Legolas’ erection all the way in. Fighting down the gag reflex he let the head nudge the back of his throat, swallowing a few times after another, achieving the wanted effect. Legolas lost all his coherency and clutched at Haldir’s head thrusting deeply into Haldir’s willing mouth. He pulled out nearly all the way and plunged in again to the limit. All the while Haldir managed to keep his lips tightly sealed around the shaft giving the effect of a tight canal, hot and wet inside. He felt his own erection pressing against his clothes painfully and he knew it would only take a single touch for him to reach his climax. When he felt Legolas’ cock pulsing and the thrusts becoming more and more shallow he slipped his other hand down and grasped his own member firmly through the leggings pumping into his own hands with all the strength he had. Legolas let out a load roar as he exploded into Haldir’s mouth and sagged against the wall, his chest heaving and breath coming in short gasps. When he opened his eyes, he saw the most erotic sight. Haldir was pushing into his own hand, head thrown back and Legolas could see his own semen dribble from Haldir’s chin. Suddenly Haldir’s body shuddered and he collapsed forward, holding onto Legolas’ legs for support.