Whats New PussyCat?

The Gypsy plunged his tongue between the March Warden’s unsuspecting lips and Haldir responded with a low growl of passion, his fingers ripping the laces of Feredir’s tunics from their stays as he slid a hand beneath the confines of the supple leather, his hand curling around the Gypsy’s already stiff arousal.
Tearing himself away from the moaning Elf, Haldir glanced to Glorfindel who sat merely watching, an amused grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Come, meleth. . . help me undo him with your mouth. . .” Haldir propositioned with a deviously wicked smile as he shoved Feredir onto the bed, stroking him luridly.

The golden Lord did not need a second invitation. He slid into place beside Feredir, who pulled him onto the bed with one free hand, kissing him with a heated rumble of pleasure.

Tunics and breeches soon lay in a pile amongst the spare linens that had been tossed carelessly to the floor as the three elves acedaced each other in a tangle of shadowy, pale passion, Glorfindel pinned beneath Feredir’s darkly muscled body, his beloved Haldir straddling the Gypsy with his powerfully sculpted thighs.

Feredir moaned as Haldir’s oil slickened hardness penetrated him at the same moment his own slid into the tightness of Glorfindel’s body, the duality of the intense pleasure thrumming throughout his body in pulsating waves of bliss.

“Haldiirrrr. . .” Feredir panted, his own gyrations timed to perfection with that of the March Warden, pushing him further inside the warmth of the golden Elf beneath him. “Oooh. . . Glorfeeendel. . .I-I shall die from this pleasure!”

“You shall come first. . .” Haldir growled, impaling the Gypsy with his full length of his arousal, shoving the dark Elf inside his mate with an unexpected thrust.


With a groan of pleasure Glorfindel pulled Feredir s mouth to his, silencing his moans with his lips while his free hand sought out his own growing need stroking its hardened length firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Together they worked each other into a frenzy of passion, their heated bodies moving in a rhythm that rocked the bed upon its supports swaying the fringed coverlet with ever thrust.

From the confines of her makeshift prison the kitten watched with increasing interest as the undulating tassels waggled before her until her tiny body could take no more. Like anow low loosed from a bow, she leapt upon the swaying coverlet, her tiny claws clinging to the shifting fabric as she made her way to the top of the bed barely avoiding being tossed to the floor by Haldir’s thrusting body. Sidestepping the moaning elf, she bounced upon the rocking pallet towards the head of the bed.

Feredir was lost in pleasure, his body barely able to control his movement as he pushed deeply into Glorfindel. He had almost lost his timing when Haldir had urged him forward and had it nor been for the sheer nervous control he held over his body he was sure the first thrust of the golden Lord’s warmth would have undone him completely. Closing his eyes tightly, he let his head fall forward to hover just above Glorfindel's, his ragged breath fanning the Elf's cheek.

Twice the kitten lost her balance as she made her way along the edge of the jostling bed having to cling to the side and scramble her way back to the surface. Dark hair brushed teasing along the pale curve of a cheek its tantalizing moment too much for the small inquisitive kitten.

Approaching the wafting hair, the small furling was overtaken by the urge to pleasure herself and rubbed up against the warm flesh with the soft of her fur, the color so close to the hair that draped there that she all but blended into the ebon cascade.


Glorfindel felt his body flush and tense with the approach of his release, his fingers smoothing the glistening silk of his desire along the throbbing hardness of his erection.

The tensing of Feredir’s body warned him that the gypsy rode very close to his passion as well and not wanting to tumble over the edge without him, Glorfindel slowed his stroke and breathed deeply to clear the tightening around his eyes. Rolling his head back, he moaned loudly, the sweet trembling of his muscles giving way to the rush of his release. Without warning his face contorted and his lips drew back and for a split second he knew his body was out of control. Desperately he tried to hold in the inevitable, but the surrender of his body was complete and with a violent gasp for air his shoulders hunched and his head lurched forward, his passion finding relief at the same very instant his nasal passages released hurling him forward in a mist of air and moisture to strike the unsuspecting gypsy square in the forehead.

The blow sent a burst of lights to dance behind the golden Lords tightly shut eyes and even before the last of his seed spilled from his gripping fingers he fell away from consciousness, the pulsing of his arousal the last exquisite sensation before nothingness.

Fered eye eyes widened in abject horror. By the Valar, he had sent Glorfindel to Mandos! Haldir was going to have his hide for this. . .

“Haalllddiiirr!” Feredir cried desperately as the March Warden gripped his hips, thrusting into him with fervent vigor.

“Oooh yesssssss, meleth. . . call my name!” Haldir growled, gripping the dark silk of Feredir’s hair with one fisted hand and jerking his head back with a snap of his wrist.

“Ah, Haldir. . .I. . .Glorfindel. . .oooh!” Feredir gasped as the March Warden dug his short nails into the tender flesh of his sides.

The Lorien archer felt his release building as the Gypsy squirmed beneath him, calling his name with such urgency that he thought certain he would rip the dark Elf in two with his frenzied gyrations. Tingling pleasure rose within his groin, prickling its way down his thighs and then. . .

His face suddenly met the plushness of the coverlet as Feredir practically tore himself away, sending Haldir sliding off the edge of the bed and tumbling to the ground in most ungraceful heap. One hand emerged to grip the quilted coverings followed by a pair of fiercely glittering cobalt eyes, the blue flame of irate interruption flaring to encompass Feredir in their feral glare.

“Feeerrrredddiirrrr….” Haldir snarled, his voice a low and threatening rumble.

The Gypsy Elf scooted backwards across the bed, pointing frantically to Glorfindel, the power of speech eluding him in his hasty fear.

“Yes, what of Glorfindel? I see that he has been pleasantly allowed to have his release!” Haldir bellowed, reaching out to strangle the fearful Gypsy.

“Calm yourself, you fool!” Feredir snapped, startling Haldir out of his rage momentarily. “Can you not see that he is dead? And we have killed him!”

Haldir glanced to his mate. The golden Lord was, in fact, utterly still. Perhaps too still. . .

Climbing atop the bed, Haldir pressed his ear to Glorfindel’s chest and sighed with relief, for his heart was steady and strong. He should have known better. . .

“Meleth?” Haldir said softly, taking Glorfindel’s hand within his own. Turning to Feredir, he demanded, “what has happened to him?”

Feredir groaned in frustration, throwing his hands into the air. “This is what I have been trying to tell you! Something has happened. . .that, that. . .DEMON. . .she is responsible!” Feredir barked, glaring at the calmly bathing kitten as she scrubbed her face with one paw, heedless of the squabbling elves.

Haldir glanced to his mate once more, a line of concern etching his features. Glorfindel was so motionless. . . Had that strange sound. . . what was it called. . .a sneeze?. . . actually harmed his lover? Impossible, he thought, tracing his hand along the line of the golden Lord’s cheek.

“Meleth,” he said more urgently, “can you hear me?”

" Aiya......meleth.... what happened...?"

Glorfindel struggled to move but found the swimming in his head made further action on his part rather awkward. Haldir pressed lightly on the golden Lord's shoulders preventing him from rising from the bed.

" Glorfindel,,,, by Elbereth’s light you made that,,,, well you know that ...." The March Warden darted his tongue out to lick his suddenly dry lips. " That. . . sound............" Haldir smiled and with a small pleasurable moan, closed his eyes, the moment of Glorfindel’s delectation replaying over in his mind.

Feredir inched closer to the sprawled golden Elf, quite torn between joy at not having sent Glorfindel to the Halls yet again, and the fear at being within grabbing distance of Haldir.

“I am being afraid that it is my head that you hit against making you appear like the dead Glorfindel. " Feredir rubbed at his forehead, just now realizing that it indeed was quite tender.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied the kitten on the move once again heading towards Glorfindel's face. With bravery born of embarrassment he grabbed the startled ball of fur awkwardly about the scruff of the neck with his fingers and lifted it with a scowl towards the empty chest dropping it unceremoniously into the waiting box. With a shudder and chant of which neither Glorified or Haldir could decipher he rushed over to the wash basin and scrubbed his hands.

Haldir watched the whole scene unfold with raised brows. He knew how frightened the gypsy was of the cat, yet he overcame his disgust long enough to save Glorfindel from further suffering. There was more to this noble gypsy than met the eye and why not? This was no stray wanderer, this was his fathers second in command and he had not soon forget it.

Pulling on his breeches and his boots, Feredir grabbed up his tunic and slipped it over his shoulders, tying it loosely about his waist. Bending down close to Haldir’s mouth, his fear having dissipated, the gypsy claimed the surprised March Warden’s mouth in an ardent kiss, lingering long enough against the Elf to let him know that all was well.

"I am sorry meleth-nin..." he purred his fingers trailing light over Haldir’s jaw, ' I will seek out my room now."

Haldir nodded, smiling softly. “We shall wake you for breakfast upon the morrow,” he said. “You may. . .stay with us, if you prefer. The newness of this place must be strange to you.”

The Gypsy bowed his head once in acknowledgement of Haldir’s offering. “Thank you, Haldir, but I am eager to explore this fabled land a bit before sleep ensnares me. Good night to you, my new friends.”

With those final words, the dark Elf slipped from the room, leaving Haldir and Glorfindel to enjoy each other’s company alone.

Lifting the edge of the blankets, Haldir slipped between the coolness of the sheets beside his lover and embraced him tenderly, placing a tentative kiss atop his forehead.

“Poor meleth,” Haldir crooned, stroking the golden hair with gentle affection. “That must have been quite a bump, my love.”

Glorfindel nodded, rubbing his slightly painful head, looking endearingly pathetic. Unable to resist, Haldir cradled him closer, kissing the still rosy tip of Glorfindel’s nose. Against his personal restraint, he felt the demanding heat between his thighs grow once more, reminded him most urgently that he had been neglected in the area of release. Silently cursing his lustfully ardent body, Haldir fought to ignore the swelling hardness, but the warmth of Glorfindel’s bare flesh against his own only served to intensify the forgotten fire.

“Eh. . .meleth,” Haldir said, shifting a bit uncomfortably, his arousal glaringly apparent as it pressed insidiously against Glorfindel’s thigh. “Forgive me. . .but. . .I. . .eh. . .”

How exactly did one put this delicately, anyway?

Glorfindel moved carefully against the insistent reminder of his lovers ardor. Haldir seemed quite hesitant to voice his need, but the golden knew his desire without having to speak it out loud.

Turning within his lover’s embrace, Glorfindel pressed his lips to Haldir’s, his hand slipping silently below the coverlet to wrap around the pulsing source of his mates disquieting condition. Pulling away slightly, his mouth still hovering closely, he whispered as his hand found a slow but firm rhythm.

"Is this what you need, my love......?"

Haldir moaned against his mate’s touch, arching into Glorfindel’s hand as it stroked him into trembling ecstasy. “Oooh, yes, meleth. . .saes. . .saes, meleth-nin. . .”

In mere moments, his pleasure rose and peaked as he cried out Glorfindel’s name with unabashed desire, his lean body shuddering with the force of his release before he nearly went limp with relief, the tension draining from every muscle as he enfolded himself into Glorfindel’s waiting embrace, the call of sleep suddenly washing over him.

“Oooh, meleth. . .thank you. . .” he murmured drowsily, nuzzling Glorfindel’s neck. “Amin mela lle, mallos-nin,” he whispered, before succumbing to the pull of dreams, the stress of the past several days melting into oblivion within the arms of his beloved.

Glorfindel wrapped his arms tightly around Haldir ,his chin resting atop the pale silvered softness of his lovers head.
"
Amin mela lle Haldir..." he whispered into the darkness, his body and mind comforted by the March Warden's presence...

" Forever......."