The old ways

Legolas felt his clothes had been opened and a warm caressing hand on his chest. He had missed these tender feelings so much. So he turned his head to look at Haldir and found him smiling down at him.

Haldir had raised himself on his elbow and now bent down to kiss Legolas for the first time, since that gruesome battle at Helm’s deep.

Their lips met each other tenderly and hesitantly, quickly pressing more firmly. Questioning tongue seeking the entrance and breaths mingling.

Their kiss lasted longer than any other before and the world around them seemed to stand still.


Haldir let go of Legolas’ lips with a final brush of his own ones and smiled dreamily down at his husband. With a gentle hand he turned Legolas’ head back to its former position, facing away from him. He trailed his fingers gently down the temple, brushing away the long golden tendrils on the way, laying bare the long slender neck.

Haldir tilted his dow down and brushed his lips over the soft and warm skin, nipping it lightly. Legolas shivered under Haldir’s ministrations. A tight and warm feeling spread through him like a wildfire, pooling in his stomach and groin. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly. The young elf could feel Haldir’s breath tingling on his skin, as these teasing lips traveled downwards to the junction between neck and shoulder.

Haldir smiled to himself, knowing that his was Legolas most sensitive spot. kisskissed it lightly and suddenly bit down.

Legolas groaned and arched his back towards Haldir. He felt his coherency slipping, wanting more, more touching, friction, love ....

While Haldir’s tongue was laving his skin, leaving wet trails, one hand sneaked over his body stroking his swollen belly, lingering there for a few moments. Hand then continued to Legolas' lower regions, gently caressing the growing erection.

Legolas’ eyes fluttered closed and he sighed with bliss. He nearly had forgotten how lovely Haldir’s hands felt on his body, how they always made him shiver and beg.

Through the hazy mist of rising passion Legolas felt a Haldir’s hard arousal pressing against his buttocks, slowly rubbing up and down his cleft.

Haldir’s breath quickened slightly, but he held himself back, not wanting to rush it. He wanted it to be gentle, and never ending. He knew he had to restrain Legolas as well, for he wasn't sure if his back was up fore ane and it worried him just how far they were allowed to go with Legolas carrying their child. They would have to ask a healer about that. So for now he would have to rely on his capability with his hands and mouth.

He could feel Legolas responding to his touch and a slight tremor ran through his body in delight. The feel of Legolas’ firm backside against his member was exquisite. He rubbed against the firm mounds and wished he had something to lubricate his member with to make the movement easier.

Legolas was panting by now, the feel of Haldir’s hand on his erection quickly drove him near the edge, but Haldir must have felt him nearing his peak, for the hand on his member stilled and only the thumb remained circling over the tip spreading the pre-cum over it.

It was so hard to hold back, when all he wanted to do was bury himself deep inside of his love. Maybe it had not been such a gooda toa to have started it at all. Reluctantly Haldir pulled away slightly, not knowing if he was able to keep himself in check.

Legolas reacted confused as he felt Haldir withdrawing. A mixture of protest and fear that Haldir didn’t want him anymore, like he had before, flooded his mind. So he turned his head and tried to look into Haldir’s face. But all he saw there was love and need for more physical contact.

"Haldir? What is wrong?" Legolas asked with a tiny tremble in his voice.

Haldir leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Legolas’ forehead. "Nothing, my beloved. Nothing is wrong. But I fear that I cannot restrain myself as I should and would hurt both of us in the process."

"You could never hurt me." A smile lightened up the princes face.

"Aye, I could. I want you Legolas. I want you so badly. But I doubt that my back is up for it and I do not wish to harm you or our child. For I don’t know if that, what I would like to do, might harm the child."

"But it started out so ni. Wh. Why not continue what you were doing? I need to feel your body shiver against mine, I want to feel you come undone, hear your breath hitch, your hand on my skin...."

Haldir closed his eyes for a second, feeling his member starting to grow hard again. Only then did he notice, that he still held Legolas erection in his hand, stroking it tenderly.

How he wished to rub his own against the firm body of his mate. But he wanted something to make it easier, to make it feel moist and slick.

Haldir scanned the room, trying to find something they could use. But nothing obvious was standing or lying around, until he found a little jar on the bedside table at Legolas side.

He couldn't figure out what it was. It had strange markings on it. Not in the hand of man, nor in elvish. These runes looked like....

Legolas had followed Haldir’s gaze and looked at the jar too. His brow furrowed as he stretched out his hand and took it, to bring it nearer.

Haldir cocked his head and watched his husband staring at the jar, his face taking the shade of crimson. "What, love?" he asked Legolas.

"I think we can use this." Legolas handed Haldir the jar and closed his eyes for a moment.

Turning the jar over and over in his hands, Haldir glanced at the strange markings on the jar. "Those are dwarven runes, aren't they."

Legolas only nodded.

"How do you know, that this is safe to use?" the marchwarden lo at at Legolas.

"Gimli taught me a bit of their writing." Blushing again the younger elf turned his head away.

"What does it say then?" Haldir took his hand of Legolas’ member and put his fingers under Legolas’ chin and turned his face back to him.

"With love for my two favourite elves, Gimli."

Haldir laughed. Never in his life would have guessed that one day, it would be a dwarf that would steal his way into the heart of him, the proud Galadrim, Haldir of Lorien.

He kissed his love tenderly and turned Legolas back to lie on his side.

Carefully he unscrewed the lid, and found that there was actually a nice smelling thick and oily substance in that jar. He tested it with his fingers and it strongly reminded him of something similar the elves used for massaging. Trailing his slicked fingers down to Legolas rear, he slowly drew his fingers along the cleft leaving it slick and smooth. Haldir took some more onto his fingers and coated his own straining member generously with it.

Setting the jar aside he moved back up against Legolas body as he felt it trembling beneath his fingers