Teaching Haldir

From the cover of dark foliage, Vhaelvyrn watched his son collapse from the mere touch of the Gypsy Elf’s lips and he shook his head with a smirk. Haldir was capable of far more than such surrender, especially in such haste! Still naked from his most recent excursion save the crimson cloak of the Warden of the March, he strollasuaasually from the edge of the clearing, cape billowing behind him in the breeze.

“You do realize that there is more to it than this, my son,” he called out in his sensuously melodic purr, startling Haldir out of his revelry with a gasp.

Haldir was used to his father coming upon him during sexual acts, for the two often shared maidens as if they were goblets of fine wine, each drinking his fill and passing the cup to the other, but never had his father seen him with a male.

What would he think? Had his father ever. . .?

Haldir glanced up a Faer, who had twisted his head to see who had dared interrupt them, dark green eyes glossed with a look of annoyance until they lighted upon the lithely muscled form Vhaelvyrn, his nearly waist length hair lifting in flowing strands of silver as he approached the couple, an air of supremely carnal confidence radiating from his naked form.

Faer heard the voice upon the breeze and immediately thought that Haldir had found his tongue rather quickly. Releasing the still throbbing organ, the dark Elf followed the drawl of the sensuous purr and turned, the vision before him knocking him to his backside.

He should have been terribly infuriated by this most inconvenient intrusion, but he found himself unable to breathe let alone complain. Steps away and closing, stood the most magnificent Elf that Faer had ever laid eyes upon, his well muscled and utterly naked bohimmhimmering in the moonlight.

Pale luxuriant hair lifted across broad shoulders that were cloaked in crimson, and from Faer's position on the ground this creature utterly towered over him, unnerving the Gypsy just a bit. Scrambling to his feet, Faer stood in front of Haldir in an awkward show of protection.

Finding his tongue he squeaked most oddly, sorry he had no weapon, and trembling just slightly. " State your business.”

“Oh, come now. Do calm yourself, young one,” Vhaelvyrn said smoothly, a low chuckle rising from his throat. “You seek to seduce my son and I simply cannot allow him to fall to your mercy so easily.”

Haldir touched Faer’s leg, the Gypsy Elf’s display of valor before his father warming him. “It is all right, meleth. He is my father, March Warden of Lothlorien. He will not harm you.”

A myriad number of thoughts battled about in Faer’s mind, ranging from bolting the scene, visions of himself being skewered by a Galadhrim arrow, to falling to the ground and licking the pale flesh of this God until he had no skin left upon his tongue.

Haldir’s soft touch brought him back to reality, as the words.....

My father..... registered in Faer’s addled brain.

Haldir’s father. . .March Warden?! Oh my. . .and very naked. . . Faer cocked his head.... and very . . .large. . .

Stumbling over his words and glad that Haldir had his back, the Gypsy covered himself modestly and proceeded to embarrass himself fully.

" Yes. . well, sir. . .what can I do for you?"

Vhaelvyrn arched one eyebrow, arms folded most imposingly across his chest as the wind continued to rake its fingers through his silver hair.

“Sir?” Vhaelvyrn almost laughed. “Yes. . .yes, indeed!”

He came to stand before the couple and dropped to one knee beside Haldir who sat upon the grass, glancing up at Faer.

“Do join us, morier. There is something I need to discuss with my son. . . and sha shall help me.”

Faer balked as the March Warden approached, his impressive form even more glorious at closer inspection. The Gypsy had thought him to be threatening, but stood surprised as the large Elf, kneeled down beside his son and beckoned him to join them to discuss something.

Despite his better judgement, and perhaps due to the irresistible scent rising off the March Warden, Faer sat down next to them, a look of utter confusion on his face.

Vhaelvyrn reached to stroke the dark skin of Faer’s cheek with the back of one hand. “My, but you are a lovely one,” he purred. “A most perfect choice for my son. Ah, Haldir,” he said, “I fear I must confess your lack of experience with males to this beauty so that he shall know of my intent.”

Although slightly embarrassed by his father’s abrupt broaching of the subject, Haldir did not object, for never would the March Warden do anything to break his pride, for he had always sought to make it equal to that of his own, a most daunting task.

“I am called Vhaelvyrn,” the March Warden said to the still wary Faer, rolling the “r” sound of his name with his tongue in a most pleasant manner. “And you are....?”


Faer swallowed, the heat of the March Warden’s touch making him shiver. Indeed, the Dark Elf had assumed that Haldir was not experienced in this type of lovemaking, but he expected that he would just take it slowly. Faer then looked over to Haldir, who shifted a bit nervously, but was somehow not visibly taken aback by his father's intimate declaration.

Vhaelvyrn......

Faer swallowed again and took in a shaky breath. Even his name was seductive!

" Faer" the Gypsy tried to hold the March Warden’s gaze. “I am Faer.”

“Ah, Faerrrrrr,” Vhaelvyrn repeated, his voice a silken rumble. “What a lovely name. You shall help me teach my son what it means to pleasure a male properly, lirimaer,” he said, trailing a finger down the dusky skin of Faer’s chest. “I do think you will find me to be an. . . excellent teacher. . .”

Vhaelvyrn let the cloak fall from his shoulders, nudging it aside with his foot as he stroked Faer’s jaw line with the tip of one finger, raking the soft flesh gently with his nail.

“Come to me. . .Faer,” he commanded, cupping the Dark Elf’s chin, his voice low and seductively vibrant.