Runes of Love
folder
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,177
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,177
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Title: Runes of Love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Summary: Haldir is given the chance to turn his life around, but when he decides to follow his dreams, he leaves behind the one he loves.
Chapter 4
The hands on his hips squeezed lightly, indicating that his lover was nearing climax. Haldir moved faster upon the turgid column, his face flushed and tears streaming down both of his cheeks. He felt the explosion, the eruption of Lúthaon’s seed inside him just as found his own release. When he came, his lips caressed a name— Thranduil. It was barely a whisper, embedded in the sound of exhaled breath, yet Haldir wondered if Lúthaon had heard it. If he did, he did not show it.
A year had passed since that night when Haldir came to Lúthaon, seeking the warmth of his bed for part of the night. Lúthaon never told anyone what had passed between them, as Haldir feared he would, and he appreciated that.
They had become good friends since then, and through Lúthaon, Haldir found acceptance among the other warriors. His life seemed almost perfect. He had become a warrior, ask he had always wished, he no longer needed to sell his own body as a means to support himself and his brothers, he had friends for the first time in his life, and his relationship with Lúthaon allowed him to sate his physical needs. Yet, he was not happy. It was as if a part of him were missing. No matter how hard he tried to pretend he that he did not know what was lacking, the answer never failed to escape his lips at the heights of his pleasure.
“This is not helping you, mellon,” said Lúthaon as they slid back into the pool and he wiped a tear away from his friend’s fair face.
Haldir opened his mouth to inquire as to what *this* was and what it was supposed to help with, as if he did not know, but he was not in the mood to act. “I miss him,” he said.
Admitting that he still longed for Thranduil caused fresh tears to gather in Haldir’s eyes. Strong arms pulled him into an embrace and he rested his forehead against Lúthaon’s shoulder, allowing himself to become lost in his own sorrow.
“I will take you home,” said the golden-haired Elf, and Haldir nodded his consent.
*
Haldir stared far into the distance. The forest seemed even darker, more silent than usual. Then again, maybe it was only a mirror of his state-of-mind. He wished that one day the Orcs, or the spiders, would put him out of his misery, but quickly reprimanded himself for the thought—his brothers would be devastated if such a thing ever happened. The sound of horse hooves stepping on soft forest ground pulled him out of his thoughts.
“It promises to be a beautiful day,” Dúrhir said, apparently taking in the sight of the rising sun, its pink rays illuminating the forest.
“Aye,” Haldir agreed, politely. Although he did not see the beauty of the sunrise, only the towering trees which stood black and gloomy against the dawn-light. He allowed himself a glance at his captain. “You are not at ease,” he said. “You look as thought you are scheming, but are unsure what kind of result your efforts will bring. Or are you uncomfortable because you are unable to pretend that we have not lain together?”
Dúrhir “’Tis, a little of both.” He could not help but smile. Haldir had changed so much during the past year. He was no longer the same shy, self-conscious Elf he was when he left the court.
“I have a notice here for the king,” he said at last, presenting an encased scroll, “but I have urgent matters to attend to and cannot bring it myself. Would you see to it that our lord receives this?”
Haldir’s heart leaped with excitement. He had not spoken with Thranduil since the morning he woke up on the king’s divan. “I will take it to him right away,” he said, taking the scroll.
“Good luck,” Dúrhir winked at him and rode off in a pretended hurry.
Haldir could not stop the corners of his lips from curving upwards as he pondered the possibilities of what might take place when he was face-to-face with Thranduil again. Even if nothing did happen, he would be content with just seeing the king’s beautiful face and hearing his luscious voice once again.
Suddenly he realized that by sitting there and fantasizing about Thranduil he was only putting off his meeting with the King. He tugged on the reins of his horse and rode off with an urgency that could only be fueled by the heart’s desire.
When he had left his horse at the stables, Haldir smoothed out his uniform and combed his fingers through his platinum hair, after adjusting his braids. With a slight bounce to his step went cheerfully on his way to the king’s halls.
He became nervous when he neared the Thranduil’s private study, where he had been told the king would be. Memories of things that had taken place in that room made his heart race.
Haldir found the doors to the king’s study wide open, and he was about to knock when he saw a display that made his world come crashing down.
Lord Glorfindel, who had only just arrived, sat on the cushioned seat at Thranduil’s desk. The king sat on his lap and the two Elves’ lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss.
The scroll fell from Haldir’s hand and hit the floor wooden floor with a hollow clink. Thranduil jumped off of Glorfindel’s lap. Haldir fell to his knees to pick up the dropped item.
“Forgive me, my Lord,” said Haldir, “I am clumsy today.”
“Haldir…” Thranduil gasped.
Haldir forced himself to stand up straight though all he felt like doing was crawling into a corner to die. “Captain Dúrhir asked me to deliver this to you.”
As Thranduil took the scroll his eyes searched Haldir’s, trying to see through the younger Elf, looking for any sign as to how he felt about what he had just seen. But over the years, Haldir had become skilled at hiding his emotions. On the outside, he appeared just as calm and collected as the king. On the inside he quaked with anger and sadness and a feeling of complete desperation.
“Hannon lle,” Thranduil said in a low voice. “You may go.”
*
“You told me that he loved me!” Haldir cried, “that we would be together, but why did you not tell me this?!”
“It was not in the runes,” Rumil explained, trying to put an arm around his brother.
Haldir shoved it away. “Why not?”
Rúmil shrugged and stood, beginning to pace the room impatiently. “I do not know. Perhaps it is insignificant.”
“Insiginificant?!?!” Haldir exploded and threw a boot at his brother’s head. Thankfully, Rúmil’s quick reflexes allowed him to duck on time.
“Enough, Haldir! Do not despair thus. It makes me worry and does not help you at all,” said Rúmil. His heart had grown heavy after almost an hour of Haldir’s continuous sobbing and screaming. He decided to try a different method. “You wish to be a great warrior, but you act like a spoiled maid.” It did not work. The other boot came flying past his head.
“You said he would come to me, to declare his love,” Haldir reminded his brother.
“He will.”
“When?”
“I do not know… but he will” Rúmil answered, confident that his prophecy was correct.
“Even now you will continue to give me false hope?” Haldir asked. “He does not even love me, and never will. How could I ever compare with a Balrog-slayer?”
Rúmil sat back down next to his brother and embraced him. This time, Haldir did not put up a fight. “Everything will be alright,” Rumil whispered as he stroked Haldir’s hair.
Seconds later, Haldir felt the warmth of another body snuggling up to him. It was Orophin, who had obviously been woken up by the screaming. The young Elf’s eyes were shiny with held-back tears.
“Melin chen, Haldir,” Orophin said, “please stop crying.”
Haldir could not help but obey the sweet voice, thought it required all his inner strength to do so. He leaned into his youngest brother’s embrace, and soon the three fell into reverie.
Tbc…..
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Summary: Haldir is given the chance to turn his life around, but when he decides to follow his dreams, he leaves behind the one he loves.
Chapter 4
The hands on his hips squeezed lightly, indicating that his lover was nearing climax. Haldir moved faster upon the turgid column, his face flushed and tears streaming down both of his cheeks. He felt the explosion, the eruption of Lúthaon’s seed inside him just as found his own release. When he came, his lips caressed a name— Thranduil. It was barely a whisper, embedded in the sound of exhaled breath, yet Haldir wondered if Lúthaon had heard it. If he did, he did not show it.
A year had passed since that night when Haldir came to Lúthaon, seeking the warmth of his bed for part of the night. Lúthaon never told anyone what had passed between them, as Haldir feared he would, and he appreciated that.
They had become good friends since then, and through Lúthaon, Haldir found acceptance among the other warriors. His life seemed almost perfect. He had become a warrior, ask he had always wished, he no longer needed to sell his own body as a means to support himself and his brothers, he had friends for the first time in his life, and his relationship with Lúthaon allowed him to sate his physical needs. Yet, he was not happy. It was as if a part of him were missing. No matter how hard he tried to pretend he that he did not know what was lacking, the answer never failed to escape his lips at the heights of his pleasure.
“This is not helping you, mellon,” said Lúthaon as they slid back into the pool and he wiped a tear away from his friend’s fair face.
Haldir opened his mouth to inquire as to what *this* was and what it was supposed to help with, as if he did not know, but he was not in the mood to act. “I miss him,” he said.
Admitting that he still longed for Thranduil caused fresh tears to gather in Haldir’s eyes. Strong arms pulled him into an embrace and he rested his forehead against Lúthaon’s shoulder, allowing himself to become lost in his own sorrow.
“I will take you home,” said the golden-haired Elf, and Haldir nodded his consent.
*
Haldir stared far into the distance. The forest seemed even darker, more silent than usual. Then again, maybe it was only a mirror of his state-of-mind. He wished that one day the Orcs, or the spiders, would put him out of his misery, but quickly reprimanded himself for the thought—his brothers would be devastated if such a thing ever happened. The sound of horse hooves stepping on soft forest ground pulled him out of his thoughts.
“It promises to be a beautiful day,” Dúrhir said, apparently taking in the sight of the rising sun, its pink rays illuminating the forest.
“Aye,” Haldir agreed, politely. Although he did not see the beauty of the sunrise, only the towering trees which stood black and gloomy against the dawn-light. He allowed himself a glance at his captain. “You are not at ease,” he said. “You look as thought you are scheming, but are unsure what kind of result your efforts will bring. Or are you uncomfortable because you are unable to pretend that we have not lain together?”
Dúrhir “’Tis, a little of both.” He could not help but smile. Haldir had changed so much during the past year. He was no longer the same shy, self-conscious Elf he was when he left the court.
“I have a notice here for the king,” he said at last, presenting an encased scroll, “but I have urgent matters to attend to and cannot bring it myself. Would you see to it that our lord receives this?”
Haldir’s heart leaped with excitement. He had not spoken with Thranduil since the morning he woke up on the king’s divan. “I will take it to him right away,” he said, taking the scroll.
“Good luck,” Dúrhir winked at him and rode off in a pretended hurry.
Haldir could not stop the corners of his lips from curving upwards as he pondered the possibilities of what might take place when he was face-to-face with Thranduil again. Even if nothing did happen, he would be content with just seeing the king’s beautiful face and hearing his luscious voice once again.
Suddenly he realized that by sitting there and fantasizing about Thranduil he was only putting off his meeting with the King. He tugged on the reins of his horse and rode off with an urgency that could only be fueled by the heart’s desire.
When he had left his horse at the stables, Haldir smoothed out his uniform and combed his fingers through his platinum hair, after adjusting his braids. With a slight bounce to his step went cheerfully on his way to the king’s halls.
He became nervous when he neared the Thranduil’s private study, where he had been told the king would be. Memories of things that had taken place in that room made his heart race.
Haldir found the doors to the king’s study wide open, and he was about to knock when he saw a display that made his world come crashing down.
Lord Glorfindel, who had only just arrived, sat on the cushioned seat at Thranduil’s desk. The king sat on his lap and the two Elves’ lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss.
The scroll fell from Haldir’s hand and hit the floor wooden floor with a hollow clink. Thranduil jumped off of Glorfindel’s lap. Haldir fell to his knees to pick up the dropped item.
“Forgive me, my Lord,” said Haldir, “I am clumsy today.”
“Haldir…” Thranduil gasped.
Haldir forced himself to stand up straight though all he felt like doing was crawling into a corner to die. “Captain Dúrhir asked me to deliver this to you.”
As Thranduil took the scroll his eyes searched Haldir’s, trying to see through the younger Elf, looking for any sign as to how he felt about what he had just seen. But over the years, Haldir had become skilled at hiding his emotions. On the outside, he appeared just as calm and collected as the king. On the inside he quaked with anger and sadness and a feeling of complete desperation.
“Hannon lle,” Thranduil said in a low voice. “You may go.”
*
“You told me that he loved me!” Haldir cried, “that we would be together, but why did you not tell me this?!”
“It was not in the runes,” Rumil explained, trying to put an arm around his brother.
Haldir shoved it away. “Why not?”
Rúmil shrugged and stood, beginning to pace the room impatiently. “I do not know. Perhaps it is insignificant.”
“Insiginificant?!?!” Haldir exploded and threw a boot at his brother’s head. Thankfully, Rúmil’s quick reflexes allowed him to duck on time.
“Enough, Haldir! Do not despair thus. It makes me worry and does not help you at all,” said Rúmil. His heart had grown heavy after almost an hour of Haldir’s continuous sobbing and screaming. He decided to try a different method. “You wish to be a great warrior, but you act like a spoiled maid.” It did not work. The other boot came flying past his head.
“You said he would come to me, to declare his love,” Haldir reminded his brother.
“He will.”
“When?”
“I do not know… but he will” Rúmil answered, confident that his prophecy was correct.
“Even now you will continue to give me false hope?” Haldir asked. “He does not even love me, and never will. How could I ever compare with a Balrog-slayer?”
Rúmil sat back down next to his brother and embraced him. This time, Haldir did not put up a fight. “Everything will be alright,” Rumil whispered as he stroked Haldir’s hair.
Seconds later, Haldir felt the warmth of another body snuggling up to him. It was Orophin, who had obviously been woken up by the screaming. The young Elf’s eyes were shiny with held-back tears.
“Melin chen, Haldir,” Orophin said, “please stop crying.”
Haldir could not help but obey the sweet voice, thought it required all his inner strength to do so. He leaned into his youngest brother’s embrace, and soon the three fell into reverie.
Tbc…..