The old ways

It took Legolas only some minutes to reach the part of Lorien were he and Haldir had build themselves a home so many years ago. Still he stood for another while at the bottom of the long winding stair that led to the talan. His heartbeat had increased in a dramatic way on his way here and he wasn't sure that what he was about to do was the right thing to do. If only he had someone to share his doubts with, someone he could confide in. Legolas took a deep breath and started climbing the stairs. Even though he felt unsure and sceptical, it made him smile to think about Haldir running around in the talan, desperately trying to bring order to the chaos. When he reached the talan, his hand hadn't even touched to door to knock, the door opened and a flustered Haldir beamed at him. "You came!"
Legolas smiled "Of course. Did you believe otherwise?"
"I wasn't sure. So much has happened between us." Haldir led Legolas inside.
The talan was one of the bigger ones, since it was supposed to house a couple or some time a whole family. It consisted of three rooms. One bedroom, one room with cupboards and other stuff and the third room was the main room with wide windows and different kinds of sitting furniture. A large rug covered the wooden floor and the blood shot in Legolas face seeing the rug again and remembering certain events that included this particular rug. Haldir seemed to notice Legolas' hesitation and tried to loosen the atmosphere. "Here, give me your things. I will put them in the chest of drawers. Do you want to give me the basket as well?" Haldir stretched a hand out towards it. "No. No, it's okay. I will take the food out and set it up, okay." Legolas busied himself with the food and drink. Just thinking of Haldir finding the contents of the basket and with it the scented oil, made Legolas nervous. It made the whole thing look so planned. Well, of course it was planned somehow, but still....
Legolas hid the oil beneath the cloth and pushed the basket out of the way. He sat up the meat, fruits and bread on a small table and poured some of the wine, when Haldir returned from next door.
Both of them felt somewhat out of place, so in the end they each took a seat at opposite ends of the large softly cushioned bench that took up most of the far wall. They sipped their wine, engaging in small talk about what they had done over the last years and sharing memories about their families and friends. It felt disconcerting sitting together like that, after where they had left off earlier this afternoon. Only a short while later they ran out of subjects to talk about, which wouldn't involve their relationship. So they just sat there drinking wine, nibbling a piece of fruit from time to time, sometimes shooting the other a reassuring smile. Legolas grew more nervous with every second, silently doubting that it had been very clever to come here in the first place. It had all been so different in the woods. Long forgotten feelings and the passion that had burned in his body, had it all been some kind of a dream? Was it really meant to be? He rose from the bench and walked over to the large open window, overlooking vast parts of the Lorien realm. The wine had grown warm in his hand, to warm to taste good anymore, so he sat the goblet down on the windowsill and leaned against its frame, letting the cool night air caress his face.
Haldir watched Legolas with a sense of dread. So much had changed between them, did they have enough left in common for a renewal of their relationship?
He rose slowly from the bench, put his goblet down and moved quietly behind Legolas. The younger elf seemed to be on the edge, nervous and agitated. Somehow a bit like he had been on their first intimate meeting, when Legolas was only a little over 800 years old. At that time he approached him very carefully trying not go to fast, it had been a similar night like this, Legolas had also been leaning at a window frame, even though it had been a different talan. They had been afraid of being disturbed, afraid that Thranduil, who had come here on a diplomatic mission, would find out. It was no secret that Legolas' father had no love for the Noldor elves and Haldir was one of them. In the end everything had worked out fine and Thranduil's worry for his son's welfare and happiness had outweighed his prejudices.
Haldir had closed the distance between him and his husband, softly laying his hands on his shoulders. A slight tremor in the shoulder muscles was the answer. Haldir lifted one hand to brush away the long golden tresses and bare the slender neck before him. He tilted his head down and brushed his lips softly along the side. Nipping the skin on its way. A breathed moan was the answer, encouraging him to continue. His hands moved over the well muscled upper arms down to Legolas' hands entwining them with his own. Legolas bend his head back resting against Haldir's shoulder, his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted and his breathing shallow. Haldir moved their entwined hands up crossing them over Legolas' chest holding him tight, slowly turning him towards his own body. He could feel his lips trembling as he claimed Legolas' mouth, pressing against his body, he wanted to feel every fibre of the other.
Legolas groaned into Haldir's mouth feeling his body heat rising and the passion he had felt this afternoon returning to him full force. He freed his hands off Haldir's and let them roam over Haldir's body, finding the two perfectly rounded globes, squeezing them gently. He had always loved Haldir's firm backside, it was well build and firm to the touch. His hands wandered to the front up to the chest, fumbling with the fastenings of Haldir's shirt. His movements grew more frantic with every second, ripping cloth and tearing off the delicate silver clasps. Legolas couldn't wait to feel Haldir's soft creamy skin beneath his fingers, to see tiny Goosebumps form on it when he would tease the nipples, slightly biting or sucking them. While he fumbled with their clothing, Haldir had led them slowly into the bedroom, steering Legolas towards the bed, carefully lowering him onto the soft sheets. His hands travelled down across the chest passing the already hardened nipples, feeling the hard abdominal muscles ripple underneath his fingertips. Haldir parted Legolas' shirt and repeated the journey of his hands with his lips, licking a path across the body sprawled before him. Legolas lay absolutely still, only the slight trembling of his body betrayed him. When Haldir had reached the navel and dipped his tongue in, his hands raked along the thighs towards Legolas' crotch. Legolas arched his back off the bed, pushing hips upwards and his growing erection into Haldir's hands. His breath was coming in short pants by now, he felt like a young one being seduced for the first time, but it had been so long, so unbearably long. Haldir grinned as he ever so slowly undid the lacing of Legolas' leggings, it was a true torture for himself as well, but he enjoyed watching his lover's face lost in abandon, flushed and so vulnerable. He pulled the leggings down and pushed off the boots as well in one go. While doing so Legolas had wriggled himself out of his shirt and now lay completely naked sprawled across the bed.
Haldir rubbed his naked chest over the straining cock and took Legolas' hands down to his own trousers urging him to unfasten them. He wanted to feel these strong hands on his body, feel the calluses of an archers hand stroke him. Legolas eagerly complied and rid Haldir of the remaining clothes. Only seconds later they felt each others bodies closely like they hadn't for over a millennia. Lying flushed together, stroking each other, kissing and whispering words of endearment. Arousing the others body to the brink and stopping again, only to start anew.
Legolas felt himself swept away like in a gush of wind loosing his sense of time and his surroundings. He moved beneath Haldir, he wanted to be possessed, owned, claimed, ground into the softtrettress of the bed. He opened his legs wider letting Haldir slip in between them, thrusting upwards again to make needs known to his partner. Haldir rubbed the length of his erection against Legolas', causing the friction to push them near the edge again. But Legolas shook his head "I want you Haldir. Melme, take me. Bury yourself deep inside of me, make me cry out your name."
Haldir looked a little bit ashamed when he kissed Legolas quickly. "Love, anything....I would love to...but.... since I never, I mean..."
Legolas suddenly understood. "Haldir, look in the basket I brought. You will find all you need in there."
Haldir cocked an eyebrow and rose from the bed. The younger elf on the bed admired the lean and powerful form of his partner as he walked across the room. Haldir's muscles flexed in a most enchanting way and when he bent down to retrieve the basket, the view was astonishing. Legolas drew in a sharp breath, in his mind he already felt Haldir lowering him onto himself, parting his legs even more, pushing them apart....'Stop' he told himself. Try to stay calm, or it will be over too soon. Haldir smirked when he approached the bed again "You thought of everything, didn't you?".
Legolas was about to protest, but it seemed wiser to him not to mention Haldir's brother Rumil, so he only smiled and inclined his head a little.
"Well, my Prince. So it is time for you now" Haldir had a predatory look in his face. He uncorked the little vial and poured some of the oil into his hand, but instead of moving to Legolas, he started oiling up his penis with long languid strokes. Closing his eyes, he concentrated only on the feeling of his own hand on him knowing his lover was writhing on the bed. A soft whimper pulled him back to the present. Legolas had spread his legs wide, stroking himself while watching the Lorien guard pleasuring himself. He knew Haldir wouldn't allow him to come to completion like this, so he only had to wait and continue his ministrations on his own cock to get what he wanted. And he didn't have to wait for long. A growl escaped Haldir's throat seeing Legolas like that and he quickly moved and knelt between his legs. He poured some more oil onto his fingers and pushed Legolas' legs further apart with his thighs. He swatted away Legolas' hands and as his left hand started stroking the straining erection before him his other hand moved down past the sack to the tight entrance hidden between the buttocks. He felt his lover opening even more for him and heard a deep groan coming from him as he pushed two fingers in. After a while he added a third finger scissoring them to loosen the tight ring of muscles, preparing them for the invasion.
Legolas was rising his hips and bringing them down again forcing Haldir's fingers deeper inside, he was more than ready. "Come to me, mellethron nín. Take what is yours. Fill me." His was luring Haldir to him.
Haldir pulled his fingers out and lifted his lovers legs holding them underneath the knees, elevating his hips. Legolas panted in anticipation, waiting for the intrusion. He sighed when he felt the blunt tip of the cock touching his entrance and spontaneously pushed his hips up burying Haldir's cock partially in him. "More" he begged "Give me all, I need you. I want you."
His love complied and drove into him hard. Legolas threw his head back groaning loudly.
It was Haldir's undoing, he started thrusting into that wanton body beneath him, not caring for the sounds they were making or if anyone could hear them. Legolas freed his legs off Haldir's hands and wrapped them around his husbands waist driving him deeply inside. He could feel his orgasm nearing, it crept upon him like a shadow, silently and unpredictable. Haldir's thrusts became more frantic, a sheen of sweat covered his body. With the last strength he had left he took Legolas' erection into his hand stroking it furiously, timing it with his thrusts and when he heard his lover cry out elfish words of love and his name like a staccato, feeling the tight passage spasm around his cock, he thrust into him as deeply as he could, going over edge himself, his breath ragged and his hoarse voice whispering Legolas' name.

They stayed huddled together for a long time, laying in the aftermath over their lovemaking. No words were spoken, none were needed. For the first time in their relationship and bonding they felt absolutely sure that they really belonged together. No doubts, no fear, no resentments or accusations. They felt complete and secure with one another. Neither of them was seen for the next few days, they stayed in their talan to be alone.