Desperate times, desperate measures

@MistressMayvenn: I was glad to see someone was enjoying it! The story somehow got put on hold and I really nearly forgot about writing it until I saw your e-mail.

Hope you enjoy the next part too!





Chapter five: Under watchful eyes

The mossy bank tickled his back as Haldir lay him down upon it and Legolas didn’t doubt the sincerity of the Marchwarden’s affections as he spoke the gentle words for him to part his legs.

The request seemed so easy, so right and yet Legolas felt suddenly shy and embarrassed to do so.

To part his legs would mean to reveal all of himself to the proud elf before him.

A light kiss to his ear shook him from his insecurities as a shiver of pleasure ran through his body; he wanted this.

Legolas opened his legs, shyly, and though he didn’t open them up quite far Haldir took the moment to slide forward between them so that their bodies touched.



The next moment was surprising, because Legolas expected a tremendous amount of pain when the elf from Lothlorien pushed into him. Instead Haldir simply trailed his hands along Legolas’ body and pampered his skin with kisses. It wasn’t until the younger elf had successfully relaxed under the ministrations that Haldir slipped one digit into the elf and began to work on preparing him for what was to come.

It wasn’t until Legolas lay writing under the actions that he withdrew his finger and slowly inched his engorged flesh into the Prince’s willing and yielding body.

A growl of delighted pleasure escaped Haldir as Legolas’ passage clasped tightly around his cock.

The youngling was so tight that Haldir feared moving at all.



It was the Mirkwood elf who finally alerted the other to his willingness to continue this by lightly wriggling his body. The water dripping from the younger’s body only added to the sight he made as he lay there beneath Haldir, who in that moment considered himself the luckiest person in the world to be offered such a beautiful creature in the most private of ways.

The Marchwarden began his thrusts in a slow and gentle pace to allow Legolas to fully grow accustomed to his length so that he would feel no pain beyond a slight stretch which would only add to his pleasure.

Legolas basked in the experience of a lifetime and due to Haldir’s patience and care he felt none of the pain he had initially expected to feel.



It wasn’t until the young elf climaxed that Haldir allowed himself his release as well and filled the Prince with the evidence of his pleasure that the both of them eased off on that initial passion to find love and comfort in each other’s embrace.

Haldir didn’t pull away, instead he remained within the Mirkwood elf and savoured the feel while gently kissing the blond beneath him, “Hannon lle, Legolas.”

Legolas’ brow furrowed in confusion which caused Haldir to smile as he clarified the reason for his gratitude, “For the gift you’ve given me, I’m grateful to be the one you chose.”

A light blush tinged Legolas’ cheeks as he thought about those words, “It’s nothing, Haldir.”

But Haldir shook his head, “It’s everything, to me.”



***

A sigh of disgust left the man who’d watched the whole thing as a rage took over he didn’t know. One might suggest it was caused by the influence of the ring, but what drove Aragorn in that moment was the fact that the Mirkwood prince had wounded his pride by telling the Marchwarden about the deal he hadn’t quite bothered talking to Legolas about.

He didn’t appreciate being called out by Haldir, not one bit.

He was but a ranger, but he was heir to the thrown of Gondor as equally. No one had a right to speak to him that way… But the truth called out to him ‘If Legolas hadn’t talked, none of that would’ve happened. Your integrity wouldn’t have been doubted. It’s his fault.

And Aragorn swore right then and there that the young elf from Mirkwood would suffer for his betrayal. Suffer in the worst of ways.

There were but a few hours in Lothlorien left and Haldir wouldn’t be able to protect the little princeling then.

Yes, Aragorn would have his vengeance and how sweet it would be.



Tbc…