Runes of Love
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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4,178
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20
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Chapter 6
Title: Runes of Love 6/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens.naughty.elves@yahoogroups.com
Pairing: Thranduil/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Summar: Haldir gets a chance to turn his life around, but when he chooses to follow his dreams, he leaves behind someone he loves.
Chapter 6
“You wished to see me, my Lord?” Haldir swallowed the lump in his throat and prayed that he was not going to be reprimanded for intruding on Thranduil and Glorfindel’s playtime the previous morning.
“Aye, come in and have a seat,” Thranduil smiled warmly and began to pour some wine for Haldir and himself before taking a seat beside the younger Elf. He took notice of the other’s discomfort and wished that he would relax—he wanted Haldir to open up to him today, just as he would try to open up to Haldir.
“I hear you are quite the warrior,” Thranduil started, trying to break the ice.
“I do my best, my Lord.”
Thranduil sighed. Perhaps it would be better to get straight to the point. He could not think of anything interesting to say and Haldir did not appear to be interested in idle conversation. The younger Elf looked as if he were sitting on pins and needles and had not even taken a sip of the Mirkwood wine that he had always enjoyed in the past.
The King took a deep breath. “Haldir, how did you feel about what you saw when you came to my study the other day?”
“I did not feel anything, my Lord” Haldir said, matter-of-factly.
Thranduil raised his golden brows. “What do you mean? Surely you must have felt something…”
“Forgive me, my Lord,” said Haldir, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, “but your love life should not and does not concern me.”
The blonde king paled visibly at the response. So, it was just as he had thought—letting
Haldir go would mean that the beautiful Elf he had grown to care about would fall in love with someone else and forget him.
“’Tis painful to hear you utter such words, pen-neth,” Thranduil said at last.
Haldir opened his mouth as if to say something, but Thranduil raised a hand to silence him. “Nevertheless, I will tell you what it was I have summoned you here to tell you. What I wanted you to know, is that there is nothing between Glorfindel and me, only a single kiss, which was a mistake; and that I have not been with anyone since our last night together; and that I… and that….” he trailed off, unable to speak the words he wanted to say. And that I love you.
“And?” Haldir asked, eagerly.
“Nevermind.”
Haldir nodded in understanding. “May I go now?”
“Aye,” said the king. But as he watched Haldir stand up, ready to leave, he realized you could not just let him go. He had to think of something…
“Wait!” he called to Haldir as he was about to walk through the door.
“There is one more thing…
“What is it my Lord?”
“Have you ever been to the Golden Wood?” Thranduil asked.
“Nay, I have not.”
“Then you must see it,” said Thranduil. “My son and I are leaving tonight. I would for you to accompany us.”
Haldir bowed to his king. “Thank you, my Lord.”
*
The journey was nothing but torture to Haldir. Though he had always wanted to travel to ‘Lorien, and he enjoyed being near Thranduil and being able to look at him all day, the situation was too emotional for Haldir. First of all, he could not forgive himself for lying to Thranduil and telling him he had felt nothing when he saw him kissing Glofindel. He began to think that it would have been easier to just tell the thing how he had gone home and cried his eyes out like an Elfling.
It was also hard for Haldir to be around the one he loved day after day and keep his feelings under control. He wondered why Thranduil had asked to come in the first place. There were already enough guardians within the party to make for a relatively safe trip, and so far, he could see no other reason for being there.
That night Haldir was brought out of his slumber by an arm winding itself around him and by warm breath tickling his ear as someone whispered, “…and I love you.”
Haldir grabbed fistfuls of his lover’s golden-blonde hair as he was kissed and undressed and pinned to the ground. He yielded completely, offering every inch of his body to the only one he knew could please him to the core. Within minutes he felt like he was floating on a sea of bliss, forgetting that he was lying on uneven ground.
“Do you love me?” Thranduil asked as they lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
“Aye, Melin chen.”
“Have you shared your charms with anyone else as of late?” the king asked again after Haldir had let his head rest against his chest again.
The question startled Haldir. It had only been a few days since he had last lain with Lutháon, but he feared that if he told Thranduil the truth then the serenity and happiness of the current moment would come to an abrupt end—and he did not want that.
“Nay,” he answered.
“Are you telling me the truth, pen-neth?”
At that point Haldir was unsure of what he should say. It seemed as though Thranduil knew something, and if that was the case, he should not lie again. Then again, he had already lied, why change his answer now?
“Of course,” Haldir said.
Thranduil shoved Haldir away, roughly. “How dare you try to deceive me,” he growled. “I saw you with my own eyes at one of the pools, riding one of your fellow warriors.”
Haldir avoided the king’s intense gaze. He wondered how he always managed to make the wrong decision.
“Why did you lie to me?” Thranduil demanded.
“Because… I … I love you and I did not want you to be angry with me,” Haldir stammered.
“Then why did you go to him?”
“Because I was afraid to go to you,” Haldir admitted, “and I needed to be touched.”
“Slut!”
Haldir gasped. Tears stung his eyes upon hearing the one he loved call him that.
“How many more have there been?” Thranduil asked.
“There have not been any others,” Haldir told him, truthfully. “Only one.”
“How can I believe anything you tell me now?”
“Saes,” Haldir begged, grabbing a hold of Thranduil’s tunic, which he had already put back on. “I am telling the truth. I know I have wronged you, but please, forgive me. I love you so much I could not bear to lose you now.”
“Let go of me!” Thranduil yelled, pulling away. “’Twas wrong of me to believe that I could entrust my heart to a mere whore!”
Haldir watched helplessly, tears pouring down his face as he watched Thranduil stomp off, angrily, into the black night.
The guardian took in a shaky breath and sunk to the ground. I can survive this, he told himself. But the truth was he did not know how much more pain his heart could take.
He was not sure how long he had lain upon the ground, wallowing in his own sorrow, but he had never heard Thranduil return, and he had been gone far too long. Haldir forced himself to push his feelings aside and go find the king.
As he dressed himself, he could hear, off in the distance, the signs of a struggle. He rushed off towards the direction from which the noise was coming, wondering whether Thranduil had at least had a weapon with him, but unable to remember.
The very earth beneath Haldir’s feet seemed to spin when he saw his king surrounded by a group of Orcs. Even as he ran to Thranduil’s aid, he could not help but admire the king’s valor, how he skillfully fought off Orc after Orc, the gleam in his angry eyes matching that of his bloodied sword. He pulled out his knives, ready to unleash his fury upon the vile creatures who had dared to attack the one he loved
“Haldir!!!” Thranduil’s frantic scream pierced through the air and Haldir froze. It happened in an instant. At first he did not fully understand what had just happened; only when he saw the tip of the blade protruding from his own belly did he feel the sharp and unbearable pain begin to spread throughout his body. He fell to his knees, praying to the Valar that Thranduil would survive this fight.
Tbc...
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.tolkiens.naughty.elves@yahoogroups.com
Pairing: Thranduil/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Summar: Haldir gets a chance to turn his life around, but when he chooses to follow his dreams, he leaves behind someone he loves.
Chapter 6
“You wished to see me, my Lord?” Haldir swallowed the lump in his throat and prayed that he was not going to be reprimanded for intruding on Thranduil and Glorfindel’s playtime the previous morning.
“Aye, come in and have a seat,” Thranduil smiled warmly and began to pour some wine for Haldir and himself before taking a seat beside the younger Elf. He took notice of the other’s discomfort and wished that he would relax—he wanted Haldir to open up to him today, just as he would try to open up to Haldir.
“I hear you are quite the warrior,” Thranduil started, trying to break the ice.
“I do my best, my Lord.”
Thranduil sighed. Perhaps it would be better to get straight to the point. He could not think of anything interesting to say and Haldir did not appear to be interested in idle conversation. The younger Elf looked as if he were sitting on pins and needles and had not even taken a sip of the Mirkwood wine that he had always enjoyed in the past.
The King took a deep breath. “Haldir, how did you feel about what you saw when you came to my study the other day?”
“I did not feel anything, my Lord” Haldir said, matter-of-factly.
Thranduil raised his golden brows. “What do you mean? Surely you must have felt something…”
“Forgive me, my Lord,” said Haldir, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, “but your love life should not and does not concern me.”
The blonde king paled visibly at the response. So, it was just as he had thought—letting
Haldir go would mean that the beautiful Elf he had grown to care about would fall in love with someone else and forget him.
“’Tis painful to hear you utter such words, pen-neth,” Thranduil said at last.
Haldir opened his mouth as if to say something, but Thranduil raised a hand to silence him. “Nevertheless, I will tell you what it was I have summoned you here to tell you. What I wanted you to know, is that there is nothing between Glorfindel and me, only a single kiss, which was a mistake; and that I have not been with anyone since our last night together; and that I… and that….” he trailed off, unable to speak the words he wanted to say. And that I love you.
“And?” Haldir asked, eagerly.
“Nevermind.”
Haldir nodded in understanding. “May I go now?”
“Aye,” said the king. But as he watched Haldir stand up, ready to leave, he realized you could not just let him go. He had to think of something…
“Wait!” he called to Haldir as he was about to walk through the door.
“There is one more thing…
“What is it my Lord?”
“Have you ever been to the Golden Wood?” Thranduil asked.
“Nay, I have not.”
“Then you must see it,” said Thranduil. “My son and I are leaving tonight. I would for you to accompany us.”
Haldir bowed to his king. “Thank you, my Lord.”
*
The journey was nothing but torture to Haldir. Though he had always wanted to travel to ‘Lorien, and he enjoyed being near Thranduil and being able to look at him all day, the situation was too emotional for Haldir. First of all, he could not forgive himself for lying to Thranduil and telling him he had felt nothing when he saw him kissing Glofindel. He began to think that it would have been easier to just tell the thing how he had gone home and cried his eyes out like an Elfling.
It was also hard for Haldir to be around the one he loved day after day and keep his feelings under control. He wondered why Thranduil had asked to come in the first place. There were already enough guardians within the party to make for a relatively safe trip, and so far, he could see no other reason for being there.
That night Haldir was brought out of his slumber by an arm winding itself around him and by warm breath tickling his ear as someone whispered, “…and I love you.”
Haldir grabbed fistfuls of his lover’s golden-blonde hair as he was kissed and undressed and pinned to the ground. He yielded completely, offering every inch of his body to the only one he knew could please him to the core. Within minutes he felt like he was floating on a sea of bliss, forgetting that he was lying on uneven ground.
“Do you love me?” Thranduil asked as they lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
“Aye, Melin chen.”
“Have you shared your charms with anyone else as of late?” the king asked again after Haldir had let his head rest against his chest again.
The question startled Haldir. It had only been a few days since he had last lain with Lutháon, but he feared that if he told Thranduil the truth then the serenity and happiness of the current moment would come to an abrupt end—and he did not want that.
“Nay,” he answered.
“Are you telling me the truth, pen-neth?”
At that point Haldir was unsure of what he should say. It seemed as though Thranduil knew something, and if that was the case, he should not lie again. Then again, he had already lied, why change his answer now?
“Of course,” Haldir said.
Thranduil shoved Haldir away, roughly. “How dare you try to deceive me,” he growled. “I saw you with my own eyes at one of the pools, riding one of your fellow warriors.”
Haldir avoided the king’s intense gaze. He wondered how he always managed to make the wrong decision.
“Why did you lie to me?” Thranduil demanded.
“Because… I … I love you and I did not want you to be angry with me,” Haldir stammered.
“Then why did you go to him?”
“Because I was afraid to go to you,” Haldir admitted, “and I needed to be touched.”
“Slut!”
Haldir gasped. Tears stung his eyes upon hearing the one he loved call him that.
“How many more have there been?” Thranduil asked.
“There have not been any others,” Haldir told him, truthfully. “Only one.”
“How can I believe anything you tell me now?”
“Saes,” Haldir begged, grabbing a hold of Thranduil’s tunic, which he had already put back on. “I am telling the truth. I know I have wronged you, but please, forgive me. I love you so much I could not bear to lose you now.”
“Let go of me!” Thranduil yelled, pulling away. “’Twas wrong of me to believe that I could entrust my heart to a mere whore!”
Haldir watched helplessly, tears pouring down his face as he watched Thranduil stomp off, angrily, into the black night.
The guardian took in a shaky breath and sunk to the ground. I can survive this, he told himself. But the truth was he did not know how much more pain his heart could take.
He was not sure how long he had lain upon the ground, wallowing in his own sorrow, but he had never heard Thranduil return, and he had been gone far too long. Haldir forced himself to push his feelings aside and go find the king.
As he dressed himself, he could hear, off in the distance, the signs of a struggle. He rushed off towards the direction from which the noise was coming, wondering whether Thranduil had at least had a weapon with him, but unable to remember.
The very earth beneath Haldir’s feet seemed to spin when he saw his king surrounded by a group of Orcs. Even as he ran to Thranduil’s aid, he could not help but admire the king’s valor, how he skillfully fought off Orc after Orc, the gleam in his angry eyes matching that of his bloodied sword. He pulled out his knives, ready to unleash his fury upon the vile creatures who had dared to attack the one he loved
“Haldir!!!” Thranduil’s frantic scream pierced through the air and Haldir froze. It happened in an instant. At first he did not fully understand what had just happened; only when he saw the tip of the blade protruding from his own belly did he feel the sharp and unbearable pain begin to spread throughout his body. He fell to his knees, praying to the Valar that Thranduil would survive this fight.
Tbc...