An Unlikely Lust

Disclaimer: I do not own these elves. They are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. I'm just playing with them for fun. No profit is being made or will ever be made.

Thranduil smiled to himself privately, not wanting Haldir to know he was amusing him. He was rather content walking along side the marchwarden and watching his polite head nods to passing elves. He couldn’t help but notice how the silver of Haldir’s hair almost twinkled in the sun.

Although deep down inside he kept telling himself not to get too attached, denying to himself that he already had. This lust he felt – not just lust, but maybe a little adoration as well – was something he had held inside himself for a long time. Long enough to make the previous night the best sex he’d ever had. Oh, yes, he’d probably had better, and definitely kinkier sex, but the feelings he had inside for this beauty next to him made the sex ten times better.

But he didn’t get to Lothlorien often, and he knew it was unfair to ask Haldir to either wait for his return or to come with him back to Mirkwood. The thought of him with someone else, though… it grinded at Thranduil in a way he could not explain, not even to himself.

Swimming inside his own mind, Thranduil had paid little attention to where Haldir was leading him. Before he realized it, no other elves were passing them anymore. They were alone. He blinked a few times to chase off his thoughts for a moment and took in the area around him. His eyes grew wide looking at the glen they stood in. It was secluded, almost as if no one had ever been there before. Small dots of sunlight peaked through the leaves of the tall, majestic trees above them, and danced around his feet like fairies. Various shades of green, silver, and gold were flecked through the landscape.

He jumped slightly feeling Haldir put his arm around him.

“I come here sometimes, just to be alone.”

Thranduil looked over at Haldir, who was busy looking around as if he just realized what this place looked like. He smiled at him. “What do you do here?”

“Nothing really. I just think.”

“About?”

“Whatever. It is just some place to sit and let the thoughts come to me. Come here.” Haldir gave him a gentle nudge and walked him toward a tree. Sitting down, Haldir looked up and smiled, reaching up a hand to Thranduil as an offering to sit with him. He gathered his robes and lowered himself to the ground, choosing a nice spot between Haldir’s legs. He leaned back into him and smiled at the feeling of Haldir putting his arms around him.

“This is nice,” Thranduil said, settling into his warmth and resting a hand on Haldir’s thigh.

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“That poor, poor horse.” Rumil stood to the side shaking his head as he crossed his arms in front of him. He watched as Legolas tried to pull his horse from the stall, but it did not move far. “He has had enough. It is a wonder he has not eaten Legolas’ hair and been done with it.”

Orophin glanced over at his younger brother and smiled at the look of mock concern on his face. “He would never do that. That is the most spoiled rotten hair on Arda and he would probably drop dead.”

Rumil covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, turning away quickly, pretending to be busy. Legolas looked over at them. “A little help, maybe? How lazy can you be?”

“He is all yours, Rumil,” Orophin said as he turned on his heels and walked off towards his own horse. Rumil rolled his eyes at him, then turned to Legolas. He flashed the fakest smile he could and headed over to the rebelling animal.

“Try this,” Rumil said, nudging between Legolas and the horse. He stroked the horse’s face gently, and then stood on his toes, whispering something to the horse. It’s white ears pricked forward and he stepped out of the stall with a snort.

Legolas looked at him, amused. “What was that? Did you threaten to eat him for dinner or promise to make sweet love to him tonight?”

Rumil turned his head fast, his silver hair whipping his face. “Actually,” he said through clenched teeth, “I told him if he got out of his stall I would let him relieve himself on your bed.”

Legolas threw his head back and laughed. Finishing with a sigh, his eyes met Rumil’s. “You have a bit of a bite to you, do you not, dear, pretty Rumil?”

“Please, your kind words make my breakfast come up.”

“I wonder,” Legolas said, stepping towards Rumil, “if I could use your technique on horses against you.”

“What do you mean?”

Legolas smiled, gliding around the horse and stopping right in front of Rumil. He reached out a hand and ran his long fingers lightly down Rumil’s cheek. Leaning in, he whispered into his ear, “If you are a good little elf today I will bring you to my room tonight and show you the stars.”

Rumil stepped back, his mouth open slightly. Shutting it, he let out a snort of his own and walked off toward Orophin.

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Haldir sighed and let his head rest against the tree as his brain swirled about. Thranduil had moved his hand up and was now massaging him through his clothing. This was all too much for him. He desired Thranduil greatly, and did not regret the night before. Nor would he regret the rest of the time he planned to spend with him. But his heart ached. He did not know why, but he still wanted Legolas. And deep down inside he knew he would give up the rest of his time with Thranduil for one hour with his son.

He thought about the same scene and the same empty wine glass. And he recalled seeing Legolas grope his youngest brother. He felt a sweeping shame when he realized his feelings. He should have been angry that he had violated his brother in such a way, and Rumil had been visibly angry by the contact. But instead he was jealous, and angry at his younger brother for passing off so easily what he most desired.

“Haldir?”

He blinked himself back to the here and now and looked into the eyes of his current lover. Thranduil had pushed away from him and was now kneeling between his legs.

“Haldir, are you alright?”

“Oh yes, I am fine.”

“You do not seem so. What is going on in that head of yours?”

“Just… things.”

“Things? Those illusive ‘things’ wouldn’t happen to be in my son’s pants, would they?”

Haldir’s face flushed and he could feel the heat from the blood rushing to his cheeks. “No! Of course not! Why would I want your son when I have you?”

Why indeed, he thought to himself.

Thranduil smiled and cocked his head to the side. “Mmm. Yes, I fear you are lying through your teeth right now, but for my own sanity I will pretend to believe you.”

He leaned down and kissed Haldir deeply. Tangling his fingers in his thick, silver locks, he tried hard to believe that Haldir was over his son and did not still wish to bed him. Their tongues danced together for several moments as their hands roamed each other’s bodies.

“I thought we were keeping this quiet,” Thranduil whispered between hungry kisses.

“Yes, but there is no one here,” he replied, biting at Thranduil’s lower lip and pulling him down into himself. “Besides… who cares?”

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“Looks just like him,” Orophin whispered as his horse came up beside Rumil’s, galloping several paces behind the Mirkwood prince.

“What does?” Rumil asked, confused.

“The horse’s backside. Although it is far more charming.”

“I heard that,” Legolas called over his shoulder, glancing back at the stunned brothers. “And so will Lord Celeborn.”

Orophin winced and fell back behind his brother again to ease his temptations at more rude comments. Rumil coaxed his horse forward until he was beside Legolas. “He meant nothing by it.”

“I am sure he did not, but still,” Legolas looked over at him and smiled. “I like to punish naughty elves.”

“I see that. You are doing a fine job of it with me.”

“So you ARE naughty?” he smiled playfully.

“Not exactly… but I need to do something wrong to deserve this punishment, do I not?”

“Why do you pull away, Rumil? I am desired by many, and yet I have chosen you. You should be honored.”

“I have been pursued by much better, and several of them were orcs.”

Legolas rolled his eyes. “You think highly of yourself, I see.”

“Not nearly as high as you think of yourself.”

“Rumil, I…”

“Shut it, Orophin!” They both said together looking back at him.

He put his hands up. “Alright! As you wish!”

Legolas glanced over at Rumil and chuckled. He looked back over at the prince and scowled. Rumil pulled at the reigns when he realized his leg was now touching Legolas’, but Legolas leaned over and grabbed them. “Do not be so quick to get away, lovely one.”
Rumil looked at Legolas in disbelief, opening his mouth to shoot another comment. But his comment was cut short by a gasp when he felt the prince’s hand slide from the reigns to reach down and cup his elfhood. He jumped up slightly in his saddle, startling the horse and forcing it to rear up on him. Legolas laughed in amusement. “At least I have some effect on you.”

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“This is not wise,” Haldir muttered through his panting.

“Do you wish me to stop?”

“Ahhhnnn… no…” Haldir’s head crashed back down to the grass as Thranduil gripped his erection. He stroked him slowly as he bent down to continue exploring the beautiful body sprawled before him with his tongue. Moving lower, he sped his strokes ever so slightly as he gently kissed and licked at the head of Haldir’s cock.

“We… shouldn’t… someone… might… ooooooohhhhh! Thranduil!” he cried out his lover’s name as he felt himself being engulfed into his hot mouth. His words were completely washed away by the sensations, his body shaking out of his control as Thranduil swallowed him whole.

Haldir thrust upward into his mouth, tearing the grass from the ground beneath him as his hands gripped for something sturdy to hold on to. His moans gave way to a squeak of protest as Thranduil removed his mouth from him. Lifting his head, his eyes met with his lover’s, a playful smile taking over his entire face.

“How about now? Shall I stop now?” Thranduil teased.

“No! Please!”

Thranduil laughed, leaning forward as pushing his hands up Haldir’s slender body, stopping at his shoulders before slowly dragging his hands back down his body, grazing his nipples and feeling every muscle in his abdomen on the way. Reaching his thighs, he lifted Haldir’s legs and positioned himself at his tight entrance.

“Ai, Haldir! We have no oil! I must stop!” he chuckled as Haldir lifted his head to look at him.

Haldir pulled his legs away and sat up. “Nonsense!” Haldir spit in his hand and grabbed Thranduil’s erection, stroking his spit over him. “That will do.”

“Are you sure? I do not wish to hurt you.”

“Thranduil, I have had much worse, believe me, you will do no harm! Take me!”

Thranduil lifted his legs again and pushed himself inside, a chill running up his spine as he felt Haldir’s muscle clench and heard the low hiss escape his lips. Moving slowly, he took Haldir’s heat into his hand again, stroking faster than he was thrusting. He could feel himself on the brink of release and was fighting it with each thrust.

The fight was lost. He spilled himself into Haldir with a loud moan and fell back onto his feet, pulling out of his lover slowly. Haldir looked at him in disbelief. “I am sorry, my dear,” he said, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I was a little too into it this time.”

Without waiting for a reply, Thranduil leaned forward again and took Haldir into his mouth a second time. Using his mouth and his hand, running his free hand along Haldir’s stomach, he continue to suck on him until he tasted him. Haldir’s moan was long and deep, but very satisfied.

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“Oh, that… that… CREATURE!” Rumil fumed as he stomped out of the stables. Orophin skipped to keep up with him.

“It could not have been that bad, at least you did not fall from your horse!”

“That is a good thing indeed because with the grip he had on my balls he surely would have castrated me if I had!”

“Um… what?” Orophin stopped walking and looked at his brother, confused.

Rumil stopped and turned to face him. “You heard me. My horse reared because I was startled by the prince reaching over and fondling my most intimate parts against my wishes! Keep him happy! Ha! I have had enough! I will not go near that creature again even if Lord Celeborn threatens to toss me from Lothlorien!”

“Rumil! Wait!” Orophin jogged now to catch up with his brother, who had turned to storm off again. “Getting angry is not the answer.”

“Oh? Then what is? Letting him ‘show me the stars?’ Please!”

“No no! Nothing like that.”

“Then what do you suggest, dear brother? And this better be good!”

“I suggest that you do not get angry. Get even.”

“What?”

“Turn the tables. Do not allow him to make a fool of you. He needs to be knocked down a peg or two. Why not make a fool of him?”
Rumil sneered. “I take it you have a plan?”

“Always, little one. Always.”


TBC…