Undone

Haldir stiffened in surprise. Had Glorfindel gone mad once more? He
gasped and pulled away momentarily, studying the seneschal warily.
The other elf was quite beautiful with his long, flowing flaxen hair
much like Haldir's, although Glorfindel's features were a bit more
chiseled and refined, almost aristocratically so. The seneschal was
exquisitely alluring. Haldir wondered why he had never noticed this
before.....

Glorfindel's blue eyes registered only sincere compassion. . . and a
hint of something more. Unconsciously, Haldir licked his lips, the
taste of the other's mouth still lingering sweetly.

Glorifindel held Haldir's startled gaze in his own, for surely the
beautiful Elf knew his meaning. Haldir was not known for his naivete,
and the seneschal sought to press the "comfort" a little further.
Placing a hand on the back of the Galadhrim's neck he leaned in to
claim Haldir's lips once more, this time more firmly and more
demanding, dispelling any misconception of his intentions.

The warmth of Glorfindel's mouth upon his erased the lingering thread
of doubt that flashed before Haldir's mind as he pressed his body
against that of the seneschal's, sliding his hands over the elf's
smooth face and deepening the unexpectedly pleasant kiss with a
teasing flick of his tongue. He had not come here for this, but
suddenly he craved it. Needed it. His fingers tangled GlorGlorfindel's golden hair as he ravished the elf's mouth with his own
in fierce longing, feeling the heat from Glorfindel's body radiating
to mingle with own.

Glorfindel moaned softly , the velvet softness of the Galadhrim's
mouth teasing his own desire to the surface. Slender hands caressed
his face, holding him closer to Haldir's heated body. The seneschal
had denied himself this exquisite pleasure for far too long, and his
desperate need rushed hands that pulled at the Lorien's tunic,
fumbling with the clasps like an elfling in heat.

Haldir pulled away and smiled almost coyly. "Do you desire to see
more of me, mellon?" he asked, lips curving into a sly grin.

"Indeed I do, meleth. . . and the sooner, the better!" Glorfindel
smiled wickedly, grabbing Haldir by the tunic and jerking him forcibly
against the heat of his mouth once more.

Haldir never would have guessed Glorfindel had it in him to be so. .
.possessively rough. The seneschal's suddenly demanding actions were
positively lovely. Haldir licked Glorfindel's lips and nibbled at
the underside of his chin playfully. "If you wish to see more, then
take it off yourself," he coaxed invitingly, eyes alight with desire.

The seneschal did not wait, for the invitation was barely spoken
before he had the Galadhrim pressed up against the stall doorframe,
divesting the Elf of his tunic with surprising efficiency. Pale flesh
exposed, Glorfindel lapped at Haldir's throat, trailing his heated
tongue from neck to belly, his hands sliding down the archer's finely
muscled arms, thumbs hooking the waistband of the Elf's breeches.

Haldir's nimble fingers worked swiftly as he slid the seneschal's deep
blue robes from his shoulders and yanked the tunic from his body in
one quick motion, pulling it over the elf's head and tossing it aside.

His eyes roamed hungrily over Glorfindel's half naked form
appreciatively as he slid a hand down the front of Glorfindel's
breeches, his fingers curling around the straining hardness of his
arousal.

"My, but you are impressive," Haldir purred, caressing the elf with a
sensual tickle of his fingers before squeezing him teasingly. "Are
you as skilled with *this* weapon as you are with your sword?"