Forsaken Master

**NOTE*** The lovemaking scene between Haldir and Glorfindel in this chapter was co-wrtten by Leanan2000 and was taken from the RPG, "Rivendell Reflections". It was too good to waste. ENJOY!


The library was an absolute disaster. It appeared to Erestor that the chamber maid had not dusted the book shelves in centuries. Although the task was a daunting one, Erestor had begun it himself, for nothing disgusted him more than the sight of unkempt literature. Standing atop a stool that was much too short for such a purpose, he swept the grime from the wooden shelves with a clean polishing cloth, scowling at bits of ancient fluff settled upon the black velvet of his robes. Brushing them away most irritably, he paused, scratching his nose vigorously. Dust plumed around him like a foggy haze and he fanned it away, realizing suddenly that the reason the shelves were not cleaned regularly was simply because no matter how much dust he swept away, it merely resettled elsewhere. Including in his sinuses.

He sneezed twice in a most undignified manner, nearly losing his balance upon the stool. This, he decided, was certainly more trouble than it was worth! Climbing down from his perch, he nudged the stool aside with one foot and slid a book from one of the lower shelves, tucking it beneath the sleeve of his robe. Originally, this had been his purpose for even visiting Elrond’s lavish library, but the amount of filth caked up the higher shelves had distracted him from his quest.

Another sneeze erupted from him, nearly doubling him over with the force of it as he walked to the elaborate desk which was littered with scrolls from his earlier work. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear, he frowned, rubbing his nose delicately. Such aggravations were most unbecoming to an elf.

Movement from the doorway caught his eye and Erestor glanced up with a sniffle to see the March Warden standing before him, a curiously intrigued look upon his face. A faint flush colored his cheeks at being caught obviously staring and the dark advisor smiled rather deviously, for it had become a habit of Haldir’s to observe him as of late.

“Good evening Hald-. . .ehh. . .” Erestor paused, pressing the knuckles of one hand to his nose in an attempt to ward off what was most certainly becoming an annoyance, but to very little avail. He squeezed his eyes shut with a wincing grind of his teeth and sneezed again, the sound richly resonant and forced from the depths of his chest as he nearly stumbled, catching himself via the edge of the table, looking most annoyed to be inconvenienced by such a aggravation.

Haldir flinched visibly, unable to tear his gaze away from Erestor. Something about the sight of dark-haired elf losing control that severely over such a simple action was suddenly most appealing. “Galu,” * he said, his usually smooth voice wavering as if from the effort of having to speak.

“Eh?” Erestor cocked a brow at the March Warden’s sentiment, for never would he have expected the elf to speak kindly, much less bless him.

The archer was staring at him with such lurid fascination that Erestor resisted the urge to reach out and pinch him upon the arse just to see what he would do. Instead, his eyes fluttered closed and another hefty sneeze forced its way from his body, causing Haldir to twitch slightly, his hands fisting tightly at his sides. Appaly, ly, Erestor’s rather allergic fit was having some sort of bizarre effect upon the March Warden . . . and a libidinous one at that!

Erestor’s lips curved into a coy smile and he beckoned to Haldir with the fingers of one hand. “Come to me, Haldir. I think you would like to hold me while I do this.”

The thought was positively ludicrous, but Haldir’s feet were in motion before he could ponder the situation and he came to stand beside the strangely alluring elf. Erestor took Haldir’s hands within hwn, wn, sliding his thumbs over the March Warden’s knuckles before wrapping the archer’s arms around his waist and sidling up to him, pressing his back to Haldir’s chest. The advisor’s hands grabbed Haldir’s hips from behind, snaking across the curves of the lean body that molded so perfectly to his own.

Haldir longed to fight the perverse urges that built within him as the darkly sensual elf tipped his head back, lips parted, breath quickening to the rapid tug of Haldir’s impending doom. The feel of Erestor’s firm caress around Haldir’s neck, fingers lacing together, preventing any escape, buttocks pressed brazenly against his crotch was enough to tweak Haldir’s arousal into hardened life, and although he struggled to control the reactions of his body, he could not resist them.

“Do you like. . .when I make that strange sound, Haldiiiiir?” Erestor purred, hands winding in a serpentine caress beneath the curtain of silvery hair.

“Yeesss...” Haldir breathed, nuzzling the golden earring that dangled from Erestor’s left earlobe.

“Shall I. . . sneeze for you, then? Perhaps. . . on you?” Erestor taunted, eliciting a shivering moan of delectation from the March Warden who had begun to run his hands over Erestor’s velvet cloaked chest, fingers toying with the silver buttons of the tightly fitted robes as if uncertain as to their removal.

One hand traveled downward, the other remaining behind Haldir’s neck beneath the curtain of his pale hair as Erestor slid his fingers between Haldir’s legs, stroking the growing hardness commandingly.

“Oooooh. . .” Haldir moaned, his desire twitching beneath Erestor’s expertly manipulative fingers.

“Then you shall ask me. And you had best ask nicely. Convince me that you need it,” Erestor purred, the teasing hand suddenly gripping Haldir in a fierce vice.

Haldir’s breath hissed from his lungs, gasping as Erestor twisted his wrist just enough to add a painful edge to the sensations of pleasure that bloomed in pulsating waves throughout his body.

“Aiya. . .saes. . .” Haldir groaned pleadingly as Erestor tightened his grip.

“Please. . .what?” Erestor growled, his voice a husky rumble near Haldir’s ear.

“Saes. . .Errresstor. . .saes. . .” Haldir implored beseechingly.

“Mmmmm…..so beautiful you are,” Erestor purred, turning sharply to face the March Warden who winced with a startled gasp as Erestor’s hands suddenly released their vice-like grip upon him and slid to cradle his face, long fingers caressing the pale skin of his cheeks. “Kiss me, lirimaer.”

Haldir could contain himself no longer. With a growl, he shoved the advisor against the bookcase and plunged his tongue into the moist cavern of his mouth, plundering it roughly.

“Is this what you want?” He snarled, gripping Erestor’s shoulders before crushing his mouth with his own once more. “Do you, Erestor?”

The hauntingly mellifluous laugh rose tauntingly from the dark elf who appeared most amused by Haldir’s sudden shift in temperament.

“Oooh, Haldir. . . dear me. . .“ he chuckled, shaking his head, before giving the March Warden a less than gentle push away from his body.

Grabbing the Galadhrim by the sword belt, Erestor jerked him against his chest, smothering his lips with a breath stealing kiss. “I know what you need, Haldir. . .”

“You arrogant bastard,” Haldir growled, knowing that his voice did not hold the menace he wished, for he did not feel as such.

And that was just a bit disturbing.

A markedly smirking sneer curved the fullness of Erestor’s lips. So, Haldir thought him arrogant, did he? Truly, the Lorien archer had no conceptionhis his own haughtiness, for Erestor was certain it could definitely surpass his own Wit With a roving hand, he seduced the supple leather of Haldir’s breeches where it was warm and snug between his muscular thighs, the material worn to a furred smoothness from the friction of walking. Creeping fingers slid along the length of Haldir’s leg. . .downward and then back up again, their touch both insistent and commanding.

Haldir shuddered deliciously in spite of himself. The advisor possessed the kindling of fire within his fingertips and the March Warden could not resist the shivering moan that escaped his lips. Sinking his short nails into the plush velvet of Erestor’s robed shoulders, he suddenly crushed the lithe Elf against him, fusing their lips together once more, his feral tongue brazenly tangling with Erestor’s own in a fervent dance of lust as he backed the advisor into the scroll-strewn desk.

“Incomprehensible wretch,” Haldir rumbled, grabbing the advisor’s waist roughly and shoving him against the heavy oak furniture. “I despise you.”

With a savage jerk, Haldir hauled the dark elf upwards by the hips and slammed his body down upon the desk, backside first. Surprisingly strong legs ensnared the March Warden’s waist, binding him closer and a treacherously wicked tongue swept over neck, eliciting a prickle of chills along the finely pale skin.

“Covetous rake,” Erestor countered, the back of his hand connecting sharply with Haldir’s cheek. “You desire me more than you have ever desired another in your life. Admit it.”

Before he could stop himself, Haldir returned the slap with a flat-palmed blow across the dusky smoothness of Erestor’s face. Recoiling with a gasp, he stared at his hand as if it were a thing of disgust while the satirical lilt of Erestor’s laugh echoed within his ears.

“Oh, do strike me again, Haldir, for I very much enjoy the sting of your anger upon my fair skin,” Erestor said, dark eyes dancing with mirth at the sight of the March Warden who had gone quite pale indeed from the realization of his actions.

The March Warden wished to do more than strike him. In fact, he would much enjoy throttling the miscreant until the luridly sneering smile melted from his generously curved mouth and was replaced by nothing more than pliant shock, ending the torment within his loins. But, there were other ways to slake the fires of his unnervingly apparently hunger for the dark Elf and he was not above engaging in them.

“You want it rough, morier?” Haldir demanded, squeezing Erestor’s shoulders with painful force.

Cobalt eyes swirling with mischievous dark mirth met those of the March Warden and a villainously lofty smile accentuated the generous mouth, one eyebrow arched audaciously.

“Hurt me, then. . .March Warden,” Erestor teased. “Although I highly doubt you have it within you to satisfy me in that manner.”

Haldir snorted. Of all the dentdent remarks! One hand shot out to grip the long plait that ran the length of Erestor’s back, coiling the thickness of it around the clenched fist. With a brutal yank, Haldir snapped the advisor’s head back.

“What makes you think I even wish to bed one such as yourself?” The Lorien archer growled, his breath laboring in heated rasps against Erestor’s cheek.

“Then walk away from me,” Erestor purred smoothly.

Haldir grunted, tightening his grip on Erestor’s ridiculously long braid. Why did he long to both rule and submit to this dark elf? Apparently, Erestor found the entire situation most amusing and Haldir’s dilemma only served to add to his entertainment.

“You do not deserve my touch,” Haldir murmured, leaning closer to the dusky pale flesh of the now exposed neck. “It is you who desire me. . .you who pursue me. . .you. . .”

A pink tongue darted out to sweep the length of Erestor’s flesh from collar bone to ear, pausing to nibble at the sensitive lobe, ending with a demanding nip. One hand perused the velvet folds of the advisor’s cloak, sliding beneath the tunic it housed and inching downward, fingers lingering upon tightly bound laces, fondling the leather strips with lazy enticement.

Deftly, each knot was unfurled by nimble fingertips, each strand of leather loosened just enough for the March Warden’s hand to snake further towards the source of Erestor’s heat. Fingers crept through the thatch of moist curls, inching ever closer, one nail scraping against the hardness of Erestor’s arousal, where it twitched involuntarily.

A sharp gasp tore from the advisor’s chest as Haldir seized his rigid member with a curl of his fist, squeezing with a warrior’s seasoned grip.

“You will not taunt me, Erestor,” Haldir warned, his voice a silken purr, “for you know not what you provoke. . .”

The tongue laved the opening of Erestor’s ear, swirled inside. . .trailed over his lips. Erestor’s breath caught in his throat


The hand stroked. The fingers fondled.. Erestor shivered.


And then. . .the vice released him. . .the hand withdrew. . .the tongue abated. . .and the March Warden strolled away, humming a playful folk melody all the while.


* * * * * * * *

Glorfindel idly scanned the scroll for several long moments, his mind refusing to focus on the ancient and drifting rather to thoughts of his mate. Late was the hour and still, Haldir had not returned. The Council of Elrond had long disbanded, leaving talks of negotiation and strategy to ire another day. As usual, Erestor had bedazzled several mortals with the extent of his warcraft knowledge, eluding to tactics that neither Man nor Elf would have even considered, much less attempted. Yet oddly enough, they were entirely too plausible in many instances. Despite the slyly domineering sadist Erestor so often portrayed, his intelligence in matters of war was none the less, always astonishingly accurate and cunningly expansive.

Glorfindel had to admire him for that, but little else piqued his respect at the moment. The advisor was most obvious in his advances with Haldir and although Glorfindel had found it mildly amusing at first, it was now becoming a meddlesome source of annoyance for him. After all, who would not desire the beautiful March Warden? Both male and female admirers alike vied for the archer’s attention subtly and blatantly, but it was Glorfindel that held his heart. And for that, he could afford to be a bit smug.

Although the golden Lord had shared his mate and himself with others upon occasion, he was suddenly not so sure that he wanted Erestor sampling the wiles of his magnificent lover. The dark Elf was lasciviously forward in his desire for Haldir and was not likely to take the March Warden’s refusal lightly. Especially when Glorfindel knew that his mate perhaps returned the wanting.

Having partaken of Erestor’s bedroom skills prior to bonding with Haldir, Glorfindel was all too aware of the advisor’s propensity for pain and dominance. He had to admit, the idea of being shackled to the bed had not appealed to him until Erestor had roped him into submission. . .literally. If Erestor was of a mind to have Haldir in a similar position, he would be sorely disappointed! Although Glorfindel had been a somewhat aggressive lover in his past endeavors, the March Warden had stilled his need to conquer and turned his favor towards the sweetness of surrender and on rare occasion, had himself allowed Glorfindel the role of master, a position the golden Lord suspected Haldir had never given to another.

Tossing the scroll aside to lie with the remainder of his studies, Glorfindel laid his head upon the desk and sighed a bit dramatically. The last traces of sunlight had begun to fade from the evening sky, leaving a backdrop of crimson mixed with undertones of the forthcoming night. Perhaps Haldir had taken to the trees, for Glorfindel knew that his mate longed greatly for their company. Rivendell was certainly no place for a Galadhrim. Walls of brick and stone were as dire as a dungeon cell to the Lothlorien Elf and the March Warden made a habit of avoiding them whenever possible.

It had taken Glorfindel quite some time to adjust to life amongst the tree tops, for the lofty heights of Haldir’s talan were frighteningly disproportionate to the distance to the ground and the dizzying elevation had made the golden Lord’s pulse pound in his throat. True, the talan did have walls. . . in some areas. . . but the expansive platform was still so very. . . altitudinous. Haldir had assured him that the Golden Wood would not let one of her own tumble into the foliage below, for now that Glorfindel was bound to Haldir, so was he bound to Her. This had done little to assuage Glorfindel’s dubiousness over the situation until Haldir had unceremoniously pushed him over the edge of the flet to prove his point. All of Lothlorien certainly must have heard the piercing shriek of unabashed terror that ripped from Glorfindel’s lungs as he plummeted towards the nearest branch. . . and then landed solidly upon his feet on its limber surface. On shaky legs, he had glanced upwards through the twining limbs to find Haldir crouched near the edge of the platform, peering at him with a smirky grin that clearly read, “I told you so”. Glorfindel had shouted a rather lewd curse in Quenyan to the rather amused March Warden who had simply shaken his head. Laughing at Glorfindel, of course. Affectionately, but laughing none the less.

Glorfindel himself now chortled at the memory. Although he would never have the grace of Haldir and his tree-dwelling kin, at least he could now manage to walk a limb without falling into a straddle. . .and this was a feat for the golden Lord who had spent the last several thousand years with his feet planted firmly and gratefully upon solid earth!

“A bit early for sleep, is it not?”

The rough silk of Haldir’s unmistakable voice murmured near his ear, the callused tip of one finger tracing the delicate curve of the golden Elf’s jaw. So lost in his thoughts had Glorfindel been, he had failed to notice the March Warden enter the room.

With a smile, Glorfindel lifted his head from the desk and caught the hand within his own, bringing it to his lips. “Haldir. . .a’maelamin.”

The spicy warmth of his mate’s scent washed over him as Haldir leaned closer, the silvery tips of his thick mane tickling Glorfindel’s neck. Suddenly the golden Lord wanted him urgently. Needed him. Needed his touch. . .his passion. . . the assurance that Haldir was as much his as he himself belonged to the March Warden.

Glorfindel rose to his feet rather abruptly, pushing the chair aside with one booted foot as he turned to twine his arms around the neck of his mate, drawing him into his embrace with a tight ferocity that made Haldir gasp in surprise. A heated tongue rasped along the pale flesh of the March Warden’s neck and up to the curve of his pointed ear, tickling the whorled opening with a teasing flick.

Haldir needed very little coaxing in the matter, for his lover’s desire was compellingly apparent. His lips sought those of the golden Lord, gently and first and then with a more demanding hunger.

The floodgates to Glorfindel’s reign on his emotions burst open with the press of Haldir’s desperate lips to his. He needed the March Warden so badly, craved his touch and his heat. He pressed his body against his lover’s, in an attempt to soothe his unbridled desire.

" Haldir....amin mela lle.....so desperately. . . so. . ." Glorfindel slipped his hands beneath the March Warden’s fall of pale silvered hair, his lips seeking out the soft curve of Haldir’sk, sk, suckling and nipping in heated urgency.

Suddenly he stilled himself, his breath ragged, as he rubbed his cheek against Haldir’s slowly, moaning softly into his ear.

" Make love to me Haldir....." Glorfindel laid his forehead on the March Warden’s shoulder, his breath fanning the pale flesh of his neck. " Saes........"

“Aye,” Haldir breathed, wanting to rip the clothing from Glorfindel’s body with his teeth, yet he undressed his lover with the slow artfulness of skilled seduction, taking care to lavish every inch of the golden Lord’s body with tender kisses as he peeled the tunic from his lover’s body, appreciating each curve and swell as if it were the first and last time they would ever touch.

“Lirimaer. . . how radiant you are. . .” Haldir murmured, his hands traveling along the muscular planes of Glorfindel’s taut stomach, fingers creeping towards the laces of his breeches, one hand slipping beneath the supple leather and into the moist thatch of curls it concealed.

“How I love you. . .” he purred, trailing feathery kisses along Glorfindel’s trembling abdomen, grasping the leather between his teeth and pulling the final knot apart, hands slipping under the waistband of the garment and striping it away from the heated flesh carefully as if Glorfindel’s skin were made of a covetous and rare silk to be handled only by the most delicate of touches.

His own breeches soon joined Glorfindel’s in the rumpled pile of leather and he straddled his mate’s hips, grasping the ends of his tunic with both hands and disrobing every so slowly, revealing the muscled smoothness of his war-honed body at a leisurely pace. One hand shook his characteristic braid free, tossing the leather thong that bound it aside, his full mane of silvery hair tumbling forward to curtain his noble visage most roguishly.

Leaning closer to his lover, he captured his mouth in an ardent kiss, tongue massaging Glorfindel’s own with languid fervency. A low, cat-like rumble arose in his throat as he nuzzled the ear of the golden Lord, breathing in the heady scent that rose from his flesh, clean and warm like the residue of freshly formed amber.

“Ready me with your lips, meleth. . .for if I do not have you soon, I fear I shall lose all tact and take you much too roughly. . .” Haldir growled, nabbing Glorfindel’s earlobe between his teeth and worrying it playfully.

Glorfindel watched with undisguised desire as Haldir peeled the tunic from his body, the play of muscles as he disrobed enticing him to touch the pale skin with the tips of his fingers. A slight tremble and the rising of gooseflesh were his reward as the March Warden claimed his lips , halting his exploring hands and leaving them to press against the smooth expanse of the Galadrhim’s chest.

The golden Lord surrendered to the fervent play of lips against his, returning the passionate kiss with equal attention to exquisite detail. Moaning into Haldir’s mouth, he traced the edges of his lover’s face with his fingers, stroking the length of his neck and caressing the tips of his ears. Haldir’s mouth was worlworld right now, drawing delicious shivers from his body with each subtle brush of lips and tongue. Glorfindel rolled his head allowing the March Warden to nuzzle his neck, the tingling in his groin already tensing his muscles and quickening his breath.

With a groan of pleasure at Haldir’s silken command, Glorfindel slipped his hand down the March Warden’s chest, seeking and finding the throbbing pillar of flesh that pulsed against his own. Wrapping his long fingers about its thickness, he stroked firmly and slowly, his thumb pressing against the veined underside with increasing pressure. Snaking down his lover’s body, Glorfindel reached the apex of his journey, his mouth surrounding the glistening crown of Haldir’s arousal, sharing with his hand the sensual stroking of growing desire. With ease, he took the swollen member deep into his throat, suckling the velvet flesh with lips and tongue, coating him from base to twitching tip with the warm wetness of his mouth.

Easing the moist organ from his lips, he raised his golden head and wrapped his arms about Haldir’s back, pulling him hard against him ,and down onto the wooden floor, the March Warden’s body atop his own.

"Haldir. . .now. . .aniron. . .saes. . . " Glorfindel moaned softly into his mate’s ear, the nails of his hand digging in the muscled flesh of Haldir’s shoulder.

Haldir slid his hand beneath Glorfindel’s backside, cradling the globes of pale flesh solicitously before clamping down on the curve of hips, lifting his lower body from the coolness of the gleaming wood beneath them.

“Oooh, meleth. . .how I have wanted you. . .” Haldir murmured, parting Glorfindel’s thighs with his body, the golden Lord’s legs resting upon each of the March Warden’s shoulders as he pressed the firmness of his desire against the tightly puckered flesh of Glorfindel’s warm cavern.

His rigid member pulsed with impatient urgency as he penetrated his lover with aching slowness, leaning over the golden elf that moaned beneath him until their bodies fused as one, the intimate embrace of his lover’s body enveloping him completely.

A shuddering moan escaped Haldir’s lips as he moved against Glorfindel, the slow, undulating gyration of his hips resting shivering gasps of pleasure from his mate, the golden elf arching to meet his every thrust. Haldir brushed his lips against Glorfindel’s own, his tongue sliding along the swollen fullness of the other’s lips, snaking between them to sample the honeyed lust of his lover’s mouth.

Glorfindel’s body stretched as Haldir filled him, his back arching to accommodate his lovers ardent advance. Together they fit like pieces of a puzzle, the March Warden’s hips molding to the curve of his backside as they moved in counterpointed rhythm.

Every movement sent sparks of desire though Glorfindel, lighting him from within, the incandescence emanating from every pore of his skin, bathing them both in its soft golden light.

Glorfindel’s hands slipped down to grasp Haldir’s rocking hips, pressing the March Warden gently deeper with every thrust. He needed this validation, this surrender. He needed to give himself to Haldir with nothing held back, the door to his soul thrust open.

Closing his eyes, he let himself go.....let his lover’s touch carry him along the foamy crest of desire, rolling and gathering momentum as waves of pleasure throbbed against his belly

Haldir’s mouth upon his quickened him, his parted lips ushering gasping breaths, and halting words of whispered passion.

"Aiya .........melethin......I need you........saes.......mela amin..........."

Haldir’s hand curled around the hardness of Glorfindel’s desire, thumbing the swollen head and swirling the clear silk of passion that teared the tip.

“Meleth. . . you must. . have your release. . .before. . .I have mine,” Haldir grunted, slowing his pace slightly, his own peak threatening to wash over him, “for your pleasure. . . it shall send me tumbling into the abyss. . .”

Feeling Glorfindel tremble with every movement, he withdrew almost completely and rocked teasingly within the golden Lord, his lovemaking but a tickling taunt as Glorfindel’s body practically begged to be taken. . . his hips bucking against Haldir demandingly.

Squeezing Glorfindel’s throbbing member tantalizingly, Haldir stroked him with a gentle roughness, the calluses upon his fingers rubbing the soft flesh enticingly.

“Come for me, lirimaer. . .give yourself over to my touch. . .”

Glorfindel’s head rolled back against the unyielding floor, his hips thrusting forward , his erection slipping through Haldir’s fist with torturous ease. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he focused his whole body upon the throb between his legs, giving himself over to the cresting wave of desire that threatened to break over him at a moment’s notice.

Haldir’s impassioned appeal broke his fragile hold on his desperate need , his body tensing and thrusting into the March Warden’s hand.

Searing heat burst through the cool of the impeding night, flushing Glorfindel’s flesh with the rush his release. Waves of pulsing pleasure surged forward sweeping the golden Lord from the stone walls of his chamber and casting him upon a rolling sea of ecstasy.

" Aye....... meleth-nin....aye......"

Glorfindel clutched at Haldir’s hips his body trembling with surrender as his hot seed covered his belly , gushing in pulsating streams through his lover’s fingers.

The March Warden threw back his head with a lusty cry as the heat of his mate’s desire coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the tangy juices of Glorfindel’s seed from them as he thrust deeply into the golden Lord’s enfolding intimacy. . . withdrawing slowly and then plunging in again once more, jolts of fiery pleasure searing their way through his groin until they consumed him with the flame of liberation, the force of his release stealing the breath from his lungs, the only sound escaping his lips a strangled gasp of whimpering pleasure, ending in a collapsing sigh of relief as he sprawled atop Glorfindel, panting and spent.

Cradling his lover’s head against his sweat sheened body, he kissed the still parted lips, ripe with the passion of their joining and stroked the golden hair gently, marveling at its silky texture, savoring the warmth of the mulled amber-like fragrance it always held. Rolling onto his side, he gathered Glorfindel into his arms and held him against his bare chest, feeling the intricate dance of their hearts as the rhythms entwined into a single pulse, feeling the true union of their souls without fear or inhibition, the oneness of their beings.

“Amin. . .Glorfindel. . .a’maelamin. . .” Haldir breathed, gazing into the pure clarity of his mate’s eyes, for not even the skies nor their heavens were of such a virtuous blue.

Glorfindel rolled into Haldir’s embrace wrapping his legs about his mate’s, fusing his body with the same need for oneness that cried out from his bursting heart. The steady thrum of blood through his veins warmed his skin to a molten heat, Haldir s body melting against his.

He peered into his lover’s soul, almost swooning at the puritythe the emotion burning there. Haldir was the piece that was missing, the reason why he returned to this world, and the reason why he would stay.

“Amin naa lle, Haldir. . meleth nin. . .”