Of Sands and Time

A soft tingling feeling spread throughout Haldir’s body as he embraced his beloved. A warmth he hadn’t felt for a long time. Without conscious thought he held Legolas harder and harder, squeezing the younger painfully. Tears made their way into his pale blue eyes and unbidden sobs left his slightly pared lips.

“Legolas, herven nín. I so missed your touch. Your loving embrace, your tender words and gentle kiss. Hold me, please.”

The crushing embrace made Legolas tremble and shiver. The brutal force of Haldir’s anguish and love seemed to choke him and he desperately tried to wriggle his way out of it. When Haldir felt Legolas’ struggle he sadly let go of his husband and silently took him by the hand leading him over to the spread out blanket beside the small pond.

Hesitantly the blond elf followed and let himself be seated on the soft fabric. Haldir sat cross legged opposite of him and took his hands into his own.

“Legolas, my love. I have brought you here hoping we could find a way back to happier moments. Moments in which we were so much in love, trusted and held each other. I feel like you are slipping away from me, the warmth in your eyes is leaving you and you hardly seem to be yourself anymore.” Had Haldir first started with a surprisingly firm voice, it now had become hesitant and shaky.

Legolas could feel the trembling of Haldir’s hand in his and an overwhelming sadness washed over him. He heard the words, he felt the love radiating from his husband and the utter torment he was going through and yet, the young Mirkwood elf felt nothing himself. Legolas reached inside himself, trying to find the feelings that had harboured in his heart, the immense joy and happiness that had carried him and his children through the war, but he encountered nothing but emptiness. Not even fragments were left of his former self. All that he found was a numb pain, something lingering inside of him like a dark shadow, a cloud that slowly chilled him, keeping everything else at bay.
Tears were streaming down Haldir’s face as he looked at the detached expression that had settled on Legolas’ face. Shaking with growing frustration and rage that threatened to overcome his fear, he shook the pale hands he held on to so firmly and his voice grew louder.
"Say something! Legolas, speak to me. Don’t you even listen? I am afraid that I will loose you, that you will be gone some day and I will not know were you went! What is happening to us?"
"I don’t know." Legolas reply was quiet and calm. Why did his husband rage like this? Why couldn’t he see that ...., suddenly the fog inside him seem to lift and Legolas was exposed to all the apprehension and confusion. He was thrown back by the sheer force and a glance of panic washed over his features.
"Haldir?" he gasped with a shaky breath, trying to cling to this one clear thought. "Haldir, help me, please. Don’t let me fall. I am scared Haldir. Hold me. Hold me and never let me go."
Gently with all the love he possessed Haldir lowered Legolas to the blanket covered ground and held him tightly in his arms, wanting him to feel the softness of the grass beneath them, the warmth of his body and the energy of the nature that was around them. As Legolas’ body bit by bit Haldir let his hands roam soothingly over it, mapping every curve and every small dip. He was going to worship his husband hoping to rekindle their shared devotion and adoration. He would take Legolas to heights long forgotten and thus showing him his deepest feelings.

Legolas had his eyes closed and as Haldir’s hands stroked over his slowly warming body he felt his link to the nature tentatively reawaken. The bond he should be aware of every single waking moment of his elven life. It had been dimmed and nearly faded into nothingness but as his heart dared to open itself up again, it came back to life.

Haldir’s breath was ghosting across his skin and Legolas noticed that his husband had opened the leather tunic he was wearing and was gently caressing his skin with the softest kisses he had ever felt. Occasional warm wet drops hit his sensitive skin and told Legolas that his love was silently crying. He wanted to rise up and tell him that everything was being alright and they would pull through, but his limbs seemed to be made of lead and he couldn’t even speak. If his skin hadn’t burned with slowly rising passion and his blood had been pounding through his veins, he would have thought that he might be dying. It felt so peaceful, so easy so simple to just slip away.

Choking back his sobs, Haldir continued to caress and worship the porcelain skin before him tenderly coaxing a red hue to it. Legolas was lying impossibly still but his breathing had increased in speed and was more shallow than before. Haldir trailed his tongue upwards licking his way to the elegantly curved neck, lovingly kissing and nipping its sides. The softest sigh was the answer and a small but honestly happy smile spread across the worried features of Haldir.

While one hand stayed above Legolas’ heart the other was making its way down to the soft suede leggings the blond elf was wearing, playfully cupping the evidently bugling genitals in his palm. Another sigh left the slightly parted lips of his husband and long slender fingers curled into the blanket beneath.

“I love you.” Whispered Haldir and gave the rosy lips a tender kiss before moving his whole body downwards, his hands now busy unlacing the dark green suede. His eyes sparkled in the pale evening light and the march warden took in the scent that wafted towards him. It was something he loved and cherished. The scent of his mate and love. He would devour him and feel him like he had done so many times before. Yet, each time seemed like the first time and somehow he always found something new he hadn’t discovered until then.

“Haldir.” Legolas’ voice had been so soft and whispered that the silver haired nearly didn’t hear it. Maybe it had been the faintest of breaths that touched his skin, or his senses told him what he needed to know. So Haldir turned his head back to his husband’s face and found two cobalt blue eyes looking at him with tenderness and love shining from them.

Haldir smiled at Legolas and turned his attention back to his former task. Making his love feel wanted. He parted the leggings and pushed them down the shapely legs until they came off completely. Noticing that he yet had to get rid of his own clothes, Haldir quickly tore them off not wanting Legolas to have to wait.

He lowered himself down again, gently spreading the pale thighs taking up the space that he created between them. His hands splayed widely, Haldir glided them up the thighs, along the hips until he came to the parted tunic. He didn’t want to move Leoglas so he just pushed it completely to the sides exposing the upper half of the Prince’s body.

Soft moans and faint hisses escaped Legolas mouth when he felt Haldir’s ministrations and his eyes dropped closed again, wanting only to feel and not see. Haldir observed Legolas’ unconscious consent and pleasure and gently started to spread the creamy thighs further until he was well able to fondle his husband and touch his most intimate parts.

For what seemed hours he caressed and licked the engorged penis, held the heavy sack in his hand and kissed the flat abdomen. By now the moans had become panted cries and deep groans. Feeling his own arousal starting to hurt, Haldir kissed his husband’s belly once more, right along the faint scar that told of their children’s birth and leaned over to the wicker basket fetching a small vial of rich, scented oil. When he ran his hands along Legolas’ thighs again, they parted further willingly and gave way to the slightly darker puckered hole.

Haldir dipped the vial against his fingers, coating them with the oil and tenderly started strolling the quivering flesh. It had been quite some time since he had been intimate in this way with Legolas. Yes, they had had sex, but seldom with this kind of compassion and warmth. Often lust would take over and left hardly any space for their need of fondness.

Easing two fingers into the tightness of Legolas’ body, Haldir prepared him slowly, taking his time. He did not reach out for that bundle of nerves, that when stimulated for a while could send sparks of unknown pleasure throughout the body, he wanted this slow. Wanted it to last. Instead he concentrated fully on the sensation his fingertips encountered. Every nuance of the velvety softness of the blazing hot tunnel, every small ride and dip. The smoothness and responsiveness of the delicate skin.

A shaky cry pulled him out of his own world and Haldir looked up to see Legolas panting heavily and clawing the ground by now, for he had crumpled up the blanket in such a way that his hands were now touching the bare ground.

With a smile Haldir reached for the vial again and coated his own throbbing erection carefully with the fluid, preparing himself for the entry. Leaning forward he placed his hands, palms up underneath Legolas’ shoulder blades and tried to angle his arousal in the right direction. Instantly Legolas’ legs flew up and he hooked them behind Haldir’s back, thus lifting his pelvis up from the ground. Enough for Haldir to reach his goal and he pushed slowly forward, being rewarded with the tight muscles giving way until he was fully sheathed.

“I love you.” Haldir breathed against a pointed ear and started thrusting in measured motions.

As soon as Legolas felt Haldir penetrating him he arched his body up to meet the soft thrusts. Life was pulsating through him like it hadn’t done for a long time and when he heard the whispered words of love reaching him, he locked eyes with the love of his life and words were no longer necessary.

Had Haldir wanted their passion to last, he was now hardly able to hold on. All too soon the speed of his shallow thrusts became more frenzied and seeing Legolas eyes sparkling at him like they had done years ago he let go of his restraints and moved accordingly to his bodily needs.

Their breathing became erratic and while they shared their breaths, the familiar coiling of the abdominal muscles signalled their nearing release. Legolas arched up more forcefully and breaking the eyes contact flung his head back as he shouted out his love when his orgasm took him. Haldir stilled his moves and when the powerful rippling motions gripped his straining erections he gave himself over to the tidal wave of ecstasy and joined his husband in the orgasmic height.


They held onto each other until their skin started to feel too cold to be comfortable and Haldir gathered the crumpled blanket up so he could wrap both himself and Legolas in it.

After a while Legolas opened his eyes again and he glanced at Haldir carefully. Finding nothing but love and devotion in the other’s eyes he smiled at him and whispered “I love you more than my life. I need you in every waking and sleeping minute, I have to breath the same air and hear the same sounds as you do. I am afraid of loosing all that. Loosing you, our sons and my sanity. Promise me to hold me, to guide and help me. For a I fear I no longer can do so on my own. I do not know what it is that has placed these chains around my heart and soul but I need to find out. Let us go to Galadriel and Gandalf. Maybe they can help us. Help me. Please, Haldir. Never let me go.”


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