Runes of Love

Title: Runes of Love 3/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s, not mine
Summary: Haldir is given the chance to turn his life around. When he chooses to follow his dreams he leaves behind someone dear to him.
Feedback: Absolutely necessary =P


Chapter 3

“You have never had a lover?” Thranduil asked in disbelief.

Haldir shook his head.

It was a difficult decision for Thranduil to make. For over a century now he had tried, and succeeded in avoiding love, afraid of losing someone dear to him once more. That was why he kept whores in the first place, so could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without any emotional attachment. But how could he resist this beautiful Elf with pouty lips and eyes the color of the sea who looked up at him with such innocence and love that he could barely breathe?

“It has been a long time since I have put my heart into my lovemaking,” he said. “But if you truly wish this of me, then I will try my best to please you. Remember, however, that this will only be for this one night. Tomorrow everything will return to the way it was before and we shall never speak of it again.”

Haldir nodded in agreement. Slowly, Thranduil leaned forward, brushing his lips against the younger Elf’s. A gentle tongue slipped in between eager lips, tasting, teasing, spreading warmth throughout Haldir’s belly.

“Lie down,” Thranduil told him when he ended the kiss.

Haldir lay down on the divan and the king moved to the floor. On his knees before his one-night lover as if praying in front of an altar, Thranduil kissed him again. This kiss was deeper and more passionate. By the time it was over it had both Elves aroused and panting.

Then Thranduil turned his attention to the hollow of Haldir’s throat. Gentle licks led to merciless nibbling and sucking of the tender skin there.

Haldir’s fingers grasped golden hair and he gasped as he occasionally remembered to breathe. When the warmth of Thranduil’s tongue was missing from his neck he waiting in anticipation of what would come next. His curiosity was satisfied almost immediately when the king took his earlobe ear in between his teeth. Hot breath against his moist ear brought a sensation which was enough to drive him wild with desire.

While exploiting Haldir’s ear, Thrnaduil let his hand explore the young Elf’s body, lightly twisting a nipple then moving down and slipping under his pants, but only far enough to stroke the soft curls hidden underneath.

Haldir could feel his cock stiffening. “Take me,” He begged.

“Nay.”

Thranduil slowly kissed his way down Haldir’s torso, allowing his tongue to savor every inch of smooth skin.

“Saes,” Haldir as the king’s tongue left his navel and continued to move down.

Thranduil sat back upon the divan, facing his lover. Haldir’s legs were spread apart, knees bent. An enormous bump had formed in between his legs, and his Elfhood could be seen through the sheer material of his pants, which the king began to tug at.

Haldir’s erection sprung up gracefully as it was freed of its constraint. His eyes were closed when he felt Thranduil’s mouth on his again. Their tongues swirled as the golden-haired Elf ground their hips together. Then the warmth left Haldir’s lips, just as the king’s weight left his body. Eyes still closed, he expected to feel hands on his hips, and the blunt tip of Thranduil’s cock at his entrance at any moment. He gasped when, instead, he felt wet heat engulf his throbbing cock. No one had ever done this to him before. Haldir moaned and thrashed his head wildly. Only Thranduil’s strong arm which lay across his pelvis kept him from thrusting in and out of the king’s mouth at a frantic pace.

The older Elf was more patient as he lavished Haldir’s cock with attention, alternating between teasing the tip with an expert tongue and swallowing the entire length again and again until his lover could hardly breathe.

Haldir laced his fingers in his lord’s silky hair and he began to tremble, ready to spill his seed down the king’s throat at any moment. He groaned in protest when his hot flesh was left exposed to the cool air. Opening his eyes to gaze upon Thranduil he saw that his lover had let his robe drop to the ground, but what he saw next left him utterly shocked…

Thranduil positioned himself above Haldir’s Elfhood. Grabbing its base, he placed the wet tip at his entrance. Slowly, he impaled himself upon the turgid length.

Haldir watched through half-lidded eyes as his shaft disappeared inside Thranduil’s body. He had never expected anyone to allow him this, especially not his king.

Thranduil smiled seductively at his lover as he began to raise and lower himself upon Haldir’s length in an unhurried pace. Haldir placed his hands on the king’s hips, wanting, but too shy to guide him.

They kissed, tongues imitating what was happening in their nether regions. Slowly, Haldir began to gain confidence and thrust gently upwards into his lover, watching his reaction.

Thranduil hissed and moaned and rocked himself harder. Haldir matched his thrusts, looking deep into his lord’s eyes and losing himself in the emerald sea as his muscles weakened and the pressure in his groin began to build.

“I cannot…” Haldir warned when Thranduil demanded an increased pace.

“Neither can I,” said Thranduil and he kissed his lover deeply. Meanwhile, Haldir reached in between their bodies and curled his fingers around the Mirkwood king’s leaking flesh. His thrusts grew more forceful; he longed to spill his seed inside the golden Elf.

Thranduil moaned into Haldir’s mouth, trembling as the first wave of orgasm rushed through him. Tight muscles clamped around Haldir’s cock in a pleasurable rhythm and the young Elf cried out as he found release as well.

And the night had only just begun…..

*

Haldir slept on the divan where he and Thranduil had made love the night before, covered with a red blanket. The platinum-haired Elf looked beautiful in that color. A lock of nearly white hair lay resting on a rosy cheek.

On a chair by the divan sat the King of Mirkwood, watching Haldir as he slept. Thranduil’s face was calm, but inside he felt as if his heart had been torn in two. He remembered the night before, how the young Elf’s eyes and radiated with innocence at the mention of making love and how eager he was to please and to be pleased, despite everything the Elf had been through and the number of Elves he had sold his body to. Yet Thranduil knew that sooner this innocence, this lust for love and life would be gone. Even now only traces of it remained.

The king felt sick to his stomach—he had contributed to the degradation of an innocent Elf who deserved nothing less than the purest love. Not only had he used him to satisfy his own, personal needs while avoiding facing his fears, he had exploited him, shared him with his entire household and even with those from other Elven realms.

But the past could not be undone, that he knew. He also knew that as king he had the ability to offer the Elf a better future and a chance of finding true love and acceptance and of achieving his goals. And that was precisely what he was going to do.


When Haldir woke he looked around the room, confused. He had a pillow under his head and a blanket covering him, but he was not in his own room.

“Did you have nice dreams?” A voice asked.

Haldir looked for the source of the voice and found Thranduil sitting near him

“Very nice,” Haldir answered. “Only now I realize it was not a dream…”

Thranduil looked away, uncomfortably. “I have brought you some breakfast,” he said, changing the subject.

On the table stood a silver platter with bread, butter and an assortment of meats and cheeses as well as a bowl of fruit. Thranduil picked up a pitcher and poured some tea into a cup, handing it to Haldir.

“Hannon le,” said the young Elf.

“May I ask how old you are?” the king inquired as he watched Haldir take a sip of the tea.

“Fifty-seven.”

Thranduil’s breath caught in his throat. He knew that Haldir must be young, but he never would have guessed he was THAT young. “How long have you been doing…you know…what you do?”

“Ten years,” Haldir answered, truthfully. “I know I was too young, but I lied about my age. I needed work.”

They sat in silence for some time while Haldir ate.

“Why, Haldir?” Thranduil asked at last. “Why do you do this? There must be something better you could do with your life…”

Haldir smiled faintly. “My Naneth did the best she could to raise my brothers and me; but she was killed by Orcs when I was only forty-five. For almost two years we lived off of the money she had saved, but then we began to run out.

“There was no one to take care of us, and so I was forced to find work. Unfortunately, everyone in Mirkwood knew that Naneth was a prostitute, and none were willing to offer me a decent job… there was only one thing I could do for money, and I would do anything so that my brothers could have a decent life.”

The king nodded, thoughtfully. A tear gathered in a corner of his eye. He felt a great sadness for Haldir but also anger at his people—only because of their foolishness did this young Elf have to resort to prostitution in order to put food on the table.

“Although I wish I could change your past, I cannot,” the Tranduil began. “What I can do, however, is try to repay you for the pain you have suffered.”

Haldir shook his head. “Nay, my lord. You are not indebted to me in any way. I am ever grateful that you have taken me into your home, after Eluvir took me away from that dreadful inn.”

“That is not enough,” said Thranduil, “nothing is. But tell me, if you could do anything, be anyone, what would it be? And choose wisely, pen-neth, because you will get what you ask for.”

“I would serve you, my lord,” Haldir began, now on his knees before his king.

This angered Thranduil for he assumed that the young Elf was being modest and saying that there was nothing else he wanted but to serve him as his whore. He did not appreciate such modesty while trying to be generous.

“With bow and arrow and sword,” Haldir continued, “wearing the uniform of the Woodland Realm I would fight to defend you, your honor, and your people. I would die for it…”

Thranduil raised his brows. Never had he imagined that Haldir would exhibit such passion for fighting, even though he DID have the body of a warrior.

“Most of my soldiers have never even met me,” the king started. “Do you think I am a good king? Am I worth dying for, even fighting for? Are my people, the people who have failed you worth fighting for?” He did not mean to put Haldir on the spot, but these were questions that he oft asked himself.

“I could not imagine a better king,” Haldir answered, truthfully. “And as for the people, it does not matter to me how they have wronged me. They are Elves, just like you and I.”

“Are you absolutely sure that you wish to become a guardian of the Woodland Realm?”

“Aye, my lord. I am sure.”

Thranduil smiled. “Then you shall begin your training tomorrow.”

At this, Haldir leapt with joy. “Hannon le! ”he cried, repeatedly as he threw his arms around Thranduil. The king returned the embrace.

“Thank you for last night as well,” said Haldir when he had finally calmed down a tad. “It was…”

“Have I not told you never to speak of it again?” Thranduil asked, anger evident in his voice.

“Forgive me, my lord. It will not happen again,” said Haldir, and sadness welled up in his heart, overshadowing his joy.

TBC……

Elvish:

Saes - please

Naneth- mother

Hannon le - thank you

Pen- neth - young one