Torn Alliances

The softness of a rhythmic breath warmed Haldir’s cheek, rousing him
from the depths of slumber. The dark Gypsy lay tangled in his embrace,
sleeping peacefully. Haldir smiled, kissing the dusky cheek gently as
he rolled to face Glorfindel who was likewise curled beneath the
enchanted blanket of dreams. So lovely was his golden love, his hair ead ead amongst the forest debris in a flaxen waterfall that hinted of
moonlight’s shimmering caress. The elf’s features were slackened in
serene bliss, making him appear far younger than he actually was, but to
Haldir, Glorfindel would always be agelessly beautiful.

As much as he enjoyed sleeping between the bodies of such magnificent
elves, it was to his lover that he must speak. Certain actions needed
explaining. . . words that had been spoken required clarification. And
this must be done alone and without the ear of their new “companion”.
Although he loathed to awaken the slumbering golden Lord, he knew that
his own mind would not rest until he had spoken with him.

Brushing his hand across the pale skin of his mate’s jawline, Haldir
bent close to his ear. “Glorfindel. . .meleth-nin. . .”

Glorfindel drifted languidly beneath the veil of sleep. His senses had
been lulled by the steady beat of his lovers heart and the familiar
scent of his warm skin . Haldir’s presence was comforting, as
Glorfindel, despite the evenings enjoyment, had not felt quite
comfortable in the wood. Memories of his last encounter with the Taur
Eglan leaving him a bit on edge.
From within the shadowy fringes of his slumber, the golden Lord felt
his comforting anchor move, a waft of pungent earthiness replacing the
green fresh of Haldir’s body.

His mind struggled to free itself from sleep, but the soft earth and
gypsy’s attentions had claimed his body, leaving him adrift. A soft
caress upon his cheek stirred his body to wake, its touch as gentle as
the brush of leaf as it drifted to the earth. Glorfindel sighed, his
lungs taking in deep breath, sending his now cooled blood to course
vibrantly through his veins again, allowing his mind to surface from its
dreams.

Glorfindel leaned instinctively into the touch, the soft murmur of his
name fluttering open his eyes. Haldir..... his love...... his
heart.....It was bliss to wake to such beauty and longing. Perhaps he
was still dreaming....

Reaching out he touched the soft swell of the March Warden’s cheek and
threaded the silver silk of his hair through his fingers. " Mmmmmmm ,
melethin-nin...do not leave........"

“Never,” Haldir said, clasping the fingers of his mate within his own
and bringing them gently to his lips, for he suspected the words held
more of a plea than the golden elf had voiced.

“Come,” he whispered, “I need you. . .alone. . .with me.”

Releasing Glorfindel’s hand, he carefully disengaged himself from
contact with Feredir’s warm skin and rose to his feet, plucking his
breeches from the pile of clothing that lay beside them. He donned his
clothing without so much as a crackle of leaves, leaving his boots and
sword belt to lie within the rumpled heap of Feredir’s clothing. He
would not need them.

Glorfindel shifted in the leaves, Haldir’s moonlight request and the
brush of his lips drawing him fully awake.
Reaching blindly behind him, his fingers wrapped around clothing that he
hoped was his own. He watched as his lover slipped into his breeches,
marveling at the silence he commanded.

Glorfindel pulled on his own, wincing as the ground crackled beneath his
body, sure that his movements echoed loudly throughout he woods. He
would have to ask Haldir how he did that.

Pushing himself to stand, Glorfindel picked a few clinging leaves from
his hair, and tightened his laces of his breeches, leaving them untied.
Hopefully , he thought, coming to stand beside Haldir, he would not have
them on long.

Boldly he ran the tip of his finger up the length of the March Wardens
arm , trailing the back of his hand down along the same path. Taking
Haldir’s hand in his, he wrapped his fingers around his mate’s as they
stood silent in the moonlight.

“Come,” Haldir said again, kissing Glorfindel ever so softly upon the
lips, for he still very much desired the golden Lord despite their
recent excursion.

But first. . .information must be clarified.

He led Glorfindel away from the light of the fire and into the calming
darkness of the woods, past the homes that were nestled within the trees
overhead and into a glade which provided a fine view of Ithil and her
twinkling cousins, the soothing hush of the wind rustling the willowy
grasses with her whispering voice.

“No one shall bother us here, meleth,” Haldir said. “My father has
made certain of it.”

His father. The words played oddly upon his lips even now, for the
realization of Vhaelvyrn’s existence had not completely settled into his
mind.

“My love,” he began, tucking an errant strand of the Golden Lord’s hair
behind his ear, “there are some things I must tell you.”

He settled himself amongst the waving grasses, offering his hand to
Glorfindel, who came to kneel beside him. Gathering his lover into his
embrace, he leaneainsainst the fallen trunk of a nearby tree and held
Glorfindel against him until the golden elf relaxed into his embrace,
reclining with his back against Haldir’s chest. Draping a leg across
that of his mate, Haldir stroked Glorfindel’s hair lovingly for a moment
before beginning the tale he had not told for many centuries of his
father’s “death”.

“I was so very young, Glorfindel, no longer an elfling but not yet full
grown. My father and I had gone hunting a rogue band of Orcs seen
roaming the borders. It was my first time on such an expedition and
meleth, I remember how important I felt to be at my father’s side as not
only the son of the Warden of the March, but as his hunting companion.
There were more Orcs than we could have guessed and we got separated
only briefly and then. . .I heard it. . .naught but a scream. . .and
then. . .I ran. . . ran as fast as I could. . .and found only his cape.
. .and blood. Nothing more. No one could explain to me what had
happened to my father and I was left believing that my untimely arrival
had been the cause of his demise and with only his memory. So, I clung
to that, for it was all that I had.” He paused to sigh deeply, for the
recollection was still a painful one, despite the fact that his father
was now alive. Drawing strength from the elf in his arms, he
continued. “Orophin was very young and Rumil, but a babe which left me
to the task of raising them.”

He laughed wryly. “I admit, I am not the fatherly type, especially when
the duty of March Warden suddenly befell me, regardless of my meager
training. But Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel aided me and I put
my entire being into protecting the Golden Wood. I had not the need for
companionship, for my father had been the only companion I had ever
known. My mother. . .she left us shortly after Rumil was born, leaving
my father for some. . . mortal.” He spat the word from between his lips
as if held a bitter taste. Shaking his head, he absently ran his
fingers through Glorfindel’s silken hair. “I have lived my entire life
believing him to be dead and the fault to rest with me, for I had failed
him in his darkest hour, much in the way I failed Feraphine in his and.
. . .much in the way. . .I failed you. . . in yours. . .” He swallowed
almost painfully, fighting back the torrent of emotion that suddenly
threatened to overwhelm him, the hand that lay nestled within
Glorfindel’s hair trembling ever so slightly.

Glorfindel pressed back into Haldir’s embrace, the El’s revelations
almost too much to take in at once. This was a heavy burden for the
March Warden, a burden that would have broken one of less character and
integrity. Yet he had carried this pain with him for millennia, allowing
it to become a part of him, to strengthen him rather than tear him down.

Glorfindel felt Haldir tense as the strain of the newly discovered
truths fell from his lips, washing over the golden Lord like a torrent
of pelting rain. He blamed himself for everything.... He had dwelled so
long beneath the weight of grief that he could not rise to the surface
to see the truth for what it was. Glorfindel could not let him drown.

The golden Lord shifted in Haldir embrace, turning to kneel before him,
the March Wardens face between his palms.

" Haldir......melth-nin... you have failed no one. "

Glorfindel pushed his hands through the Elf’s hair making him look
directly into the his eyes.
" You did not fail you father......you took responsibility for his
actions, remaining true to Lorien and your family, despite your grief.

You raised your brothers and protected your Lord and Lady all the while
sacrificing your own desires and dreams. Even in so much as revenging
your lovers death. You held true to your heart and did not bring shame
or dishonor to yourself or Lorien. You did not fail Feraphine...there
was naught you could do.!"

Glorfindel leaned forward and kissed Haldir’s forehead, trailing his
lips over the March Wardens eyes and cheeks.

" Meleth-nin....my soul mate.... you did not fail me...... You showed me
the truth..... and held my love in your heart even when I tried to throw
it all away. I am here because of you.....I live.....because of
you....."
Glorfindel closed his eyes, his voice cracking with emotion.

" Do not fail yourself... Haldir....the truth has the power to set you
free again to allow you to live the life you denied yourself....."

The golden Lord grasped Haldir’s hands in his and brought them to his
lips, kissing them gently, between whispered words.

" Live it with me..."

Words eluded Haldir, for Glorfindel’s softy spoken sentiments stirred
his heart in ways he could not verbalize. Tears veiled the dark blue of
his eyes and for once, he did not turn away to hide them.

“Glorfindel. . .” he said tremulously, “I. . I love you, mallos-nin. So
very much.”

His thirst for the touch of his beloved rose to a parching heat and he
crushed the lips of his mate against his own fiercely, drinking him
deeply, the warmth of his tears salting the softness of their kiss.

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 lovers, in an attempt to soothe his unbridled desire. If he could
have,,,,, Glorfindel would have crawled right inside of Haldir, so great
was his need for his mate.

" Haldir....amin mela lle.....so desperately so, meleth-nin......"
Glorfindel slipped his hands beneath the March Wardens fall of pale
silvered hair, his lips seeking out the soft curve of Haldir’s neck,
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
Wardens shoulder, his breath fanning the curve of his throat. "
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 delicof tof 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 lovers
face with his fingers, stroking the length of his neck and
caressing the tips of his ears. Haldir’s mouth was his world 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 Wardens 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
lovers 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 forest floor, the March Wardens body atop his own.

" Mmmmmmmm Haldir... take me .....take me now........" Glorfindel moaned
softly into his mates 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 vibrant leaves that blanketed the earth
upon which they lay.

“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 Wardens hips molding to the curve of his backside
as they moved in counterpointed rhythm.
HANNALLY: Every movemennt snt sparks of desire though his body ,
lighting him from within, the incandescence emanating from every pore of
his skin, bathing them both in its soft golden light.
HANNALLY: 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.
HANNALLY: Closing his eyes, he let himself go.....let his lovers touch
carry him along the foamy crest of desire, rolling and gathering
momentum as waves of pleasure throbbed against his belly ,
HANNALLY: 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,”
Haldirntednted, 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’sy pry 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 into the soft leaves, 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 moments notice.
HANNALLY: Haldir’s impassioned appeal broke his fragile hold on his
desperate need , his body tensing and thrustingo tho the March Wardens
hand.
Searing heat burst through the cool of the night flushing Glorfindel’s
flesh with the rush his release. Waves of pulsing pleasure surged
forward sweeping the golden Lord from the woods and casting him upon a
rolling sea of ecstasy.
" Aye....... meleth-nin....aye......"
HANNALLY: Glorfindel clutched at Haldir’s hips his body trembling with
surrender as his hot seed covered his belly , gushing in pulsating
streams through his lovers 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 for the first time the
true union of their souls without fear or inhibition, the oneness of
their beings.

“Forever shall you dwell within the realm of my heart, for you are that
heart, Glorfindel. My love shall never stray nor dim, for the
incandescent light of your essence binds me to you. . .and for that. .
.my soul rejoices. How I love you, meleth-nin. . .” 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 wrappins les 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 dared not open his eyes lest he break the spell forcing them to
abandon the singular form they shared for this intense moment of union.

Haldir breathed words into his heart, and it soaked them up , filling
the hole that had laid open for over two lifetimes.

Opening his eyes he gazed into his lovers soul, almost swooning at the
purity of 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.

" My..... love,,,", he breathed ,his words barely audible , " you are
my salvation, the reason I breathe and now that I have found you I am
whole again.... I bind myself to you willingly for the rest of my
life.....I am yours meleth-nin.... body and soul.”