Torn Alliances

Parting the branches of the bushy foliage, Haldir stared in disbelief as the golden Lord. . HIS golden Lord trailed his tongue lavishly down the chest of the gypsy who had accosted them earlier. A flas ang anger sparked his blood into a boiling rage at the thought of Glorfindel’s affection gone awry so soon, yet the fury cooled as quickly as it had risen, for it had been Haldir who had rebuffed the advances of his dear one. For a moment, he merely watched as Glorfindel tenderly trailed a finger along the gypsy’s chest and spoke softly to him with a healer’s honeyed sweetness as if calming the other in some manner. The Gypsy looked most ashamed and after a bit of focusing, the hinting of a rather jagged scar became apparent to Haldir’s keen vision. Suddenly, his heart softened, for none could heal as his mate could, and this Gypsy was an obvious warrior, for his father would choose only the best for the captain of his guard. Whatever battle had brought about this marking should be considered an honor. . .not a disgrace.
Intrigued, Haldir watched as Glorfindel snaked his way back up to the Gypsy’s mouth and covered it passionately with his own, his fingers winding through the dark silk of the other’s hair, claiming the archer with that softly sensual style of his. Haldir suddenly felt a bit aroused himself, for he knew where Glorfindel’s heart lay.

Feredir’s lips parted easily , his fear easing beneath Glorfindel’s kiss. Moaning softly into the gypsy’s mouth, he wrapped himself tightly in the dark ebon tresses that hung luxuriantly down the Elf’s back. Giving himself over to the passionate embrace, Glorfindel relaxed against Feredir’s chest, his body pulsing with desire.

Haldir watched. Had he himself not engaged in acts with others when coupled with a single partner? There was certainly no reason why Glorfindel and he could not. . .

Mmmm. . .yes. . . the idea was most certainly appealing. . .and Gypsy, most beautiful in an oddly familiar way. With that notion seeding his fertile imagination, he strolled forth from his reclusive spot amongst the grasses and came to stand behind Glorfindel, laying a gentle hand upon the naked shoulder of his otherwise occupioverover, head cocked to one side most curiously.

A familiar touch upon his shoulder started the golden Lord from his lovemaking and for a brief moment his heart crawled into his throat. He knew it was Haldir without even having to turn, he could feel the thrum of the Elf’s presence against his mind and feel the quickened beat of the March Wardens heart as it tried to match his rhythm. Pulling reluctantly away from the gypsy, Glorfindel turned to face his lover, expecting the worst.

Instead of an accusing glare , passion darkened eyes met his., gentle acceptance and playful curiosity flitting across familiar features. Glorfindel stood silent, reading easily the deep seated trust and desire that surged just below Haldir’s calm exterior.

Cupping the March Wardens face in his hands, Glorfindel captured his mouth in a howantwanton kiss, pouring his desire into the pliant lips of his lover, his arms snaking about the Elf’s waist drawing him close.

Feredir watched as the March Warden emerged from the brush, for the elf was as beautiful as Glorfindel himself, his mane of silvery hair rich and lustrous beneath the light of the palely rising moon. Surely an intrusion such as Feredir’s would not be welcomed. . . and may possibly even met with some sort of physical confrontation. Glorfindel turned from him abruptly and ensnared the lips of his mate in a hauntingly seductive kiss, the two elves twining their bodies together in a melding tangle of gold and silver.

This moment should have been a private one. Quietly, Feredir bowed to Glorfindel and although the elf could not see him, he felt that his gesture of thankful respect was acknowledged in some manner. Never would he forget the taste of those pliantly yielding lips against his own.

A firm hand descended suddenly upon his wrist, clasping it with a demanding halt. The March Warden jerked Feredir backward so violently that he nearly slammed into his side. Hands slid beneath the folds of his still untied tunic and crept over the curvature of his hips, latching onto the swell of sinewy muscle. Before he could speak his apologies for indulging within the delicacy of Glorfindel, Haldir grabbed the sides of his face with both hands, forcing his gaze directly into azure eyes of such dark clarity, he sank into their depths, drowning with the limpid pool of desire.

“Aniron lle,” Haldir purred, his voice like warmly spun silk wrapping against the curved hollows of Feredir’s inner fires, “Feredirrrrr….”

The syllables of his name rolled languidly from the tongue of the March Warden, bathing him like the subtle caress of cool moonlight within twilight’s bejeweled embrace and he moaned as Haldir plunged his tongue between his eager lips, drinking him deeply, slaking his thirst for carnality.


Haldir released his swollen lips with an abrupt movement. One that caught Glorfindel off guard, causing him to catch himself lest he stumble backwards from the quick movement. Haldir had the gypsy face between his hands and for a split second Glorfindel feared that he had perhaps he had read the March Wardens desire wrong.

Fear dissolved quickly into breath stealing lust as the golden Lord watched with prickled interest as Haldir devour the gypsy’s mouth, his tongue darting between the dark ones parted lips, drawing moans of pleasure from the others throat.

Glorfindel licked his lips, his hand seeking to touch himself to ease the painful need that throbbed incessantly in his groin. He had not shared a lover in millennia and the idea of Haldir’s body pleasuring another snuffed out any remaining inhibitions he had.

Moving quickly to stand behind the gypsy, needing to feel the Elf’s body react as Haldir took him higher, Glorfindel pressed against Feredir’s back. Moving the dark mane of hair with his hand, he slowly slipped the tunic from the Elf shoulders, trailing his heated mouth along the nape of the Elf’s neck, tasting the warm spice of the beautiful archer.

Feredir shivered as Glorfindel’s lips met with nape of his neck. Certainly, he had not expected both elves to participate in the ritual of seduction, especially with him in the middle! The skillful hands of Haldir coursed expertly along his bare sides while the lithe body of Glorfindel pressed sensually against his naked back. The golden Lord’s arousal was evident and threatening to tear through his breeches.

“Mmmmm. . . kiss me, lirimaer, ” Haldir purred, “kiss me harder. . .”

Feredir obliged him willingly, stealing the breath from the March Warden’s lungs with the thirst of his desire, all the while feeling Glorfindel’s hand creep slowly around the curve of his hip, nimble fingers tugging the laces of his breeches free.

“Oooh, aniron. . .” Feredir gasped as Glorfindel’s hand slid between his thighs, his fingers skirting lightly across the underside of his arousal.

Haldir growled, shoving his tongue deeper into Feredir’s mouth and pulling the dark archer roughly against him, rubbing his erection over the other’s belly in lurid suggestion. This one was just what he needed. Sharing another with Glorfindel exceeded his wildest desires, for never would he had asked his gentle lover for such an intrusion, but the golden Lord had welcomed it. . . initiated it.

Haldir wrapped his fingers around Feredir’s hardness in a shockingly fierce grip and stroked him roughly for a moment before adding his own throbbing member to the sensation. Both hands slid with aching slowness over the swollen tips of the eagerly weeping flesh, slickening Haldir’s palm with the liquid silk of carnality.

Glorfindel quickly released the laces of his breeches with one hand, while the other remained trapped between Haldir and the archer, his fingers exploring the throbbing pillars of flesh that pulsed and ground desperately against one another. Sliding the garment over his hips, his erection burst from its leather prison, slapping Feredir against the backside.

The elf gasped, a trembling shiver of unbridled lust creeping across his prickling flesh and pressed further into Haldir’s stroking fist.

Stepping quickly from the tangled garment, he lifted the gypsy’s feet and removed the last of the clothing that separated their fervid bodies.
Snaking his way back up , Glorfindel grasped Feredir’s hips and pullim fim forcefully back against his now fully aroused need, wrapping the Elf’s ebon hair in his fist and jerking it back, exposing his neck and throat.

" Do you like what he his doing to you, mornaer?" ( dark one)
Glorfindel rasped wetly, nipping the tender flesh of his shoulder , raising tiny pink welts along the muscled plane.

The golden Elf began to move his hips rhythmically, the tip of his engorged member slipping teasingly between the damp of the Elf’s backside with every thrust.

Hardly able to contain his fire, Glorfindel moaned breathily into Feredir’s ear, his mouth hungrily suckling the Elf’s earlobe between gasping words.
“Do you want more?", he managed, sliding his trapped hand free. " Or would you like to watch..?"

Glorfindel reached up and pulled Haldir’s mouth his, tasting the gypsy’s desire that clung still to his lovers parted lips.

Haldir stripped the tunic from his body, leaving Glorfindel’s lips but for a mere second as his lover’s hand worked to untie his breeches.

“You are good at that, meleth nin. . .” Haldir rumbled near his ear as the supple leather slid down his thighs and into a rumpled heap around his boots, which he pried off effortlessly with the toes of the opposite foot, kicking them aside.

Feredir gaped at the stunning beauty of the two lovers, so perfectly molded to each other as if they were one being. Releasing Glorfindel’s mouth, Haldir peered over the shoulder of his golden love and crooked a finger to Feredir, smiling most wickedly.

The dark archer’s feet moved as if upon their own accord as Haldir snatched his wrist within his capable hands and jerked him into the heated embrace, wedging him between himself and Glorfindel. Casually, he let his foot slide slyly around Feredir’s ankle, offsetting his balance just enough to send him tumbling into Glorfindel, who staggered to the ground, pulling Haldir with him.

“Oh my, I am sorry. . .” Haldir purred, “I do hope you are not. . .incapacitated in any way. . .”

Feredir opened his mouth to speak but not before Haldir climbed atop of him, mounting him as if he were a feral beast to be tamed. “Look at him, Glorfindel. . .is he not beautiful?” Haldir murmured, tracing a teasing finger down Feredir’s chest, prickling the skin into excited goose flesh. “Whatever shall we do with him?”

“You may do with me. . .as you wish. . .” Feredir panted, the magnificent Lorien March Warden straddling him into submission upon the earthen floor.

“Oh?” Haldir arched one eyebrow, smiling roguishly as Glorfindel parted the dark archer’s thighs with his hand and crept between them.

Feredir shuddered as Glorfindel’s tongue met with the pulsing throb of his arousal and he arched his back with a moan of desire.

“Yes, Glorfindel is most skilled in oral pleasures, is he not?” Haldir mused, bending to kiss the Gypsy’s parted lips briefly. “And now perhaps. . I shall show you a bit of my own skill. . .”

Glorfindel took the entire length of the gypsy’s well endowed prowess into his mouth, the tip of the twitching member tickling the back of his throat. Sliding his lips along rigid organ, the golden Lord tasted the gypsy’s essence as it glistened pearl white upon the dusky crown of the Elf’s weeping member.

Savoring the opalescent delicacy as if it were the rarest of vintages, Glorfindel left not one inch of the gypsy’s arousal unexplored. Fondling the soft sac in one hand, he guided the other to trace the curve of Haldir backside, his finger dipping enticingly between the cleft of his cheeks stroking the pink opening with gentle , but insistent pressure.

Haldir shuddered and pushed back against his hand, his attention to Feredir interrupted by his own flaming desire. Glorfindel pressed harder , his fingers teasing Haldir while his mouth caressed the gypsy. Moans of pleasure mingled as both elves succumbed to his ministrations, their delectations rumbling in alto counterpoint .

Feredir tensed, his desire quickening. Haldir’s moans of delight, sending him quickly towards the point of no return. Involuntarily his hips thrust forward, the tightening in his groin warning him of his impending release.

“Aiya.....Glorfindel........N'aa. kwara!......Aiya.....n'aa kwara !" ( Not yet!.....not yet!)

Glorfindel immediately released his mouth from the gypsy’s erection. He did not understand the words, but the tightening of the Elf’s muscles and the bucking of his hips was body language that needed no translation. Grasping the Elf’s throbbing arousal at the base , he encircled his fingers tightly and squeezed, maintaining firm pressure till he felt Feredir relaxed beneath his hand, his release staved off for the moment.

Mmmmmm young one.... you are quite eager for release.......yes?" Glorfindel purred stroking himself against the gypsy’s thigh. Haldir shifted back against his still exploring hand.

" Haldir.......meleth-nin....am I neglecting you? " The golden Lord shifted position slightly his mouth breathing hotly against the March Wardens raised backside. " What do you think Feredir? Shall I pleasure him as well ?" Glorfindel drew a stroking hand down the gypsy’s smooth thigh as he dipped lower and darted his tongue against Haldir’s pink puckered entrance.

“Glorfindel. . .ooooh….” Haldir moaned, his body jerking with surprise at the boldness of his lover’s lavish caress.

The tongue worked rhythmically intimate magic, the muscles of his stomach tightening into tingling hardness as Glorfindel laved him with the warmth of his serpentine licking. Unconsciously, Haldir’s hand moved to fondle the stiffness between his legs that demanded to be touched as his body shuddered with the prickling heat of Glorfindel’s sensual oral massage. Feredir writhed beneath him, wriggling further down into the soft leaves until his lips met with the hot slickness of Haldir’s arousal, his lips slipped sensuously over the swollen flesh, tongue swirling to tickle the underside with a maniacal flick that caused Haldir to twitch like mad, his breath punctuated with a staccato grunts of exquisite pleasure. He flung his head back with an exaggerated groan as Feredir sucked his entire length into a mouth that could rival the skill of Glorfindel and held him there as Glorfindel continued to tease him from behind with the taunting flicker of his teasing tongue.

“Aiya. . .you musssst... sssstooop. . .saes. . .I-I shall be undone. . .!!!” Haldir implored both the dark Gypsy and his lover, yet neither heeded his plea, their lurid action increased three-fold, driving him closer to the edge.

“Mmmm….perhaps you need more convincing, eh Haldir?” Glorfindel suggested, his voice a husky rumble as he grabbed the hips of lover, yanking him backward rather roughly.

“Saes….Glorfindel. . . avo! I shall. . .I shall. . .” Haldir gasped sharply as his lover pressed his oil-slickened member where his tongue had been earlier. Where had he gotten oil from? Haldir did not care. . . as long as the elf took him. . .and hard.

“Take him, Haldir. . “ Glorfindommaommanded, biting down on Haldir’s tender earlobe rather demandingly as he dribbled a generous portion of oil into his hand, rubbing his palm against that of his lover so that he might do the same to his throbbing erection. “And I shall take you!”

Feredir managed to roll onto his stomach, presenting Haldir with the finely rounded cushion of his backside and the March Warden groaned, pressing the tip of his arousal against the Gypsy elf’s tight entrance. Never had he experienced such bliss!

Glorfindel was in no mood to be gentle. Haldir took him willing. . .quickly, as he slowly pushed into the hot constriction of his mate and Haldir pressed into Feredir. . . easing himself with aching slowness into the elf’s moist passage. Every nerve in Haldir’s was was alight with fires of feral wantonness, his body trembling with the intensity of a pleasure he had never known.

Without warning, Glorfindel suddenly impaled him, driving him deeply inside of Feredir who cried out with moaning gasp. Haldir’s well-oiled hand coiled around the Gypsy’s erection and squeezed, the new pressure sending waves of cyclic delectation rolling through Feredir’s body.

Glorfindel thrust deeply, each movement of his hips slapping them against Haldir’s backside, the pale undulating globes almost transparent in the moonlight. The firm umarred flesh begging to be reddened with the palm of his hand. Sliding his fingers over the smooth flesh, the golden Lord warmed it , Haldir’s rhythm increasing in its frenetic motion with every stroke of his hand.

Leaning forward, his weight on Haldir’s back, Glorfindel wrapped his hand in the luxuriant cascade of silver hair and pulled back hard, his lips pressed against the March Warden's ear.

" Make him tremble Haldir, and cry out your name till it echoes in the trees." Glorfindel pumped hard again into his lover, making him almost lose his cadence and causing Feredir to collapse onto his forearms, his fists buried in the leaves foliage that cushioned the forest floor.

" I want you to feel his release as it ripples though his body, squeezing you till you can hold back no longer....." Glorfindel drew in a sharp breath, his own pleasure threatening to peak at his seductive words.

Stilling himself till he barely moved inside of Haldir at all, the golden Lord panted through his rush of orgasmic teasing, his heated breath, riffling the hair on Haldir’s neck.

Haldir moaned , dropping his head forward against Feredir’s sweat sheened back. Glorfindel had never spoken to him like this before, his reserved ile ile abandoned for rough play. The combination of the golden Lord taking him and he taking another was almost too much. Haldir slowed his thrusts, his panting breaths and tingling groin foreshadowing his inevitable release.

Glorfindel felt Haldir slow, and fearing a cooling of the fire, he slapped the March Warden hard on the backside, the stinging blow heating his hand and causing Haldir to jerk.

Wrapping his arm tightly around his lovers waist, Glorfindel slipped his slap warmed hand between Haldir’s spread legs and grasped his sac firmly, rolling the soft jewels between his fingers.

Haldir drew in a hissing breath through his teeth, his resumed thrust becoming erratic and more insistent.

Glorfindel resumed his movement, timing each thrust to orchestrate perfectly with Haldir.

" Ayia Meleth-nin.....Saes......Take him now...."He breathed against his lover’s back, his own body beginning to betray his lust, his legs trembling from the cascading fire that threatened to rip through him at any moment.

In a desperate last minute plea, Glorfindel squeezed Haldir tightly and rasped out loudly, his thoughts almost incoherent.
" Now...... Haldir.....I want to feel you....." Glorfindel’s words began to fail him as he slammed against his lover. " Take himmmmmm……"

Haldir plunged himself so deeply into Feredir, that the dark elf rewarded him with a string of rapid Gypsy Elvish almost as if he were chanting passionate poetry to the brilliance of the night’s cool embrace. Gripping the slender hips, Haldir growled and thrust harder, silencing the flow of words into a strangled gasping plea for release as Haldir’s hand squeezed his rigid member tightly.

Glorfindel could hold back no longer, for his desire had long been held in check, and he had not the will nor want to suppress the crescendoing throb of his groin as it piqued into a climactic height like none he had ever experienced, the primal song of his shuddering cries rising to fill the quiet of the grotto with their robust melody.

Haldir gasped as his lover’s hot seed spilled into his body, the feel of the golden Lord’s throbbing member sending him spiraling into the depths of the inferno the beckoned for his undoing. The swirling burn of imminent release rose to raging boil within Haldir’s veins, taunting him with its mystical rush until the backlash of desire shot suddenly through his blood, sending him plunging into the red abyss of searing gratification as threw back his head and cried out with a lusty call that rent the smoky air with the rawness of his passion.

Feredir bucked and shuddered beneath the March Warden, unable to control the fervent urgency that coursed through him and he arched upward, meeting the pumping thrust of Haldir’s orgasm with his own, the pale archer’s fisted grip milking his release hotly from the throbbing tip of his member.

They collapsed into a panting heap, spent and glistening with the afterglow of their passions within the light of Ithil.