The old ways

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Legolas squirmed slightly, feeling rather silly being carried off like that. Then again, he felt secure and loved being held in the arms of Haldir.
Haldir smiled down at him and steered directly to the last door on the right where the biggest of the bathrooms was housed. He kicked the door open and proceeded to the large tub, which was not standing in the open, but was lowered into the ground and could house up to six people .
Gently Legolas’ legs were lowered to the ground and Haldir quickly busied himself opening the large water taps at each side of the tub. The castle of Minas Tirith held some fantastic techniques, one of them being the never ending supply of preheated water. As simple as it was, for they only used the heat coming from the kitchens, located in the cellar, to warm a large basin of water, it was a luxury not fairly common even in larger cities.
While the water was pouring into the tub, Haldir moved back to Legolas and slowly undressed him, lingering on each revealed patch of skin, showering it with kisses.

By the time Legolas was naked, he was panting with desire and his arousal stood proudly in the air, its tip nudging the producing belly. But to the prince’s dismay, Haldir only smiled at him and led him over to the filled tub. He turned the taps off and gently lowered his husband into the warm water.
When Haldir was certain that Legolas felt well, he quickly folded one of the drying cloths into a kind of cushion and placed it behind Legolas’ neck, so he could stretch out and lean against it. With a loving smile Haldir added some dried rose petals and scented oil into the water and ordered Legolas to stay put and relax.
Promising that he would return in a very short while, Haldir excused himself and quickly made his way down into the lower regions of the castle.

After having asked several servants, Haldir successfully located the alchemists laboratoryth ath a persuading grin on his face he was able to talk the alchemist into giving him different kinds of scented oils, one for the body, one for grooming hair and one that could be heated in a bit of water above a small flame and would fill the room with its wonderful scent. Thus equipped the marchwarden moved outside the castle into the back garden of the castle looking for still blooming flowers and bushes.
Thanking the plants and offering them his voice and blessings he harvested their petals and raced back to his and Legolas room.


Meanwhile Legolas was enjoying the warmth and comfort of the water, giving his body the feeling of being weightless and floating. He wondered what Haldir was up to and scolded himself for his mistrust and his lack of objective judgement. But he had to admit, it felt good and somewhat arousing to be pampered like that.
His mind must have drifted off into the elven dreamscape, because he had not heard the door open and the soft patter of naked feet approaching the tub.
Only when the splashing of water indicated that someone else had joined him in the water, his eyes refocused and Legolas stared panic stricken for a moment. For a second he had feared that one of the other inhabitants of the castle had slipped into the tub with him, but it was no other than Haldir smiling at him.

Haldir took a hold on Legolas‘ hands and pulled his husband towards him into a sitting position. Then Haldir moved into the space between Legolas and the tub and went to wash his lovers hair. Using the oil he had collected before he worked until it shone golden even while it was still wet. Legolas had relaxed totally in his arms and didn’t even move a single muscle when Haldir started to wash and bath the rest of his body.
All too soon the silver haired elf was finished and lifted Legolas out of the tub. Without drying him, he took a very large warmed towel and wrapped it around his husband’s body and again lifted him into his strong arms.

Haldir hoped that Legolas would like what he had prepared in their room and grew more and more nervous the nearer they came to the door. Glancing down Haldir noticed, that Legolas had closed his eyes and a faint smile touched his mouth.
Carefully, not wanting to make too much of a noise, Haldir opened the door and moved inside, quickly pushing it closed by leaning back against it. It closed with an audible click and Haldir pushed the bolt close with his upper arm. He ed ned no disturbances for some time.
Legolas had opened his eyes when he had heard the door shut and looked around in awe.

Candles were lit, illuminating the room with their soft glow, petals and leaves sparkling in the golden colour of autumn were scattered throughout the room and the air was filled with the faintest scent of sweet roses and a touch of musk.
Haldir carried his load over to the bed and placed Legolas carefully upon it. He folded the towel apart and fetched the scented body oil, which had been standing beside the lit fireside, now being warm and smooth.
The marchwarden disentangled his love from the rest of the towel and spread the limbs out so that the lithe body was fully stretched out.
Starting with the strong arms, Haldir massaged the oil into the skin not missing an inch. Legolas’ skin glistened and his muscled relaxed even more.

From the arms Haldir moved onto the muscled chest, to the sides, ignoring the roundness of Legolas belly and now concentrated on the long and slender legs.
With long and strong strokes he massaged first the calves and then the thighs.
Small whimpers and moans told him that Legolas was enjoying this immensely.
When Haldir had reached the tantalising v at the junction of the well muscled thighs, he turned his attention to the soft velvety skin right where the skin started to stretch to accommodate the growing waist. With circular motions he tenderly soothed the taunt flesh, lightly kneading it, placing soft kisses onto it from time to time.

The room was absolutely quiet apart from the crackling of the fire and the occasional hiss of one of the candles.
No words were needed, only touches and caresses. Legolas felt like floating, never had he experienced such a blissful feeling. His skin was tingling, feeling warm and comfortable. Only where Haldir’s hands went it seemed to burn with its own fire. Not even his growing stomach felt as heavy as it usually did, it didn’t press into him nor was it in the way of any sort. He felt so loved and cherished it made his eyes water.
Now that Haldir was caressing and devouring his producing bulge, the arousal he had felt in the beginning, but had faded into the distance some time ago, returned with vigour. Legolas could feel his sack tighten already. If only Haldir would touch him right there. But obviously the tall elf had other plans.

After giving the swollen belly a last kiss, Haldir gently rolled Legolas onto his side and moved behind him. Again he kneaded the thighs, this time from the back and moved onto the perfectly rounded buttocks. Every now and then he teasingly flicked one of his thumbs against Legolas tight entrance, always coaxing a small whimper from his husband’s mouth.

Whilst his hands teased the elfore ore him, Haldir drew close to his lovers shoulders and planted butterfly kisses along them. When he had reached the base of the neck, he suddenly bit down, knowing this to be the most vulnerable spot of Legolas. The reaction was immediate.
His husband groaned and threw his head back, his breath hitching.
Haldir smiled to himself and slowly trailed downwards, licking and kissing the back until he reached the slender hips.
Carefully tilting the pelvis a bit more over to the front, without putting any pressure to the swollen belly, he spread Legolas legs slightly to give him a better access to the tempting backside.

Sweat had broken out on his body and Legolas panted with need. The bite to his neck had torn down all of his last restrain and all he wanted now was more, more touching, more sexual touching. Forgotten were all the worries, the jealousy, the pain. He could feel Haldir’s love and devotion with every cell of his being and he craved his husbands touch. When he felt his legs being spread, he unconsciously spread them even a little bit wider, hoping to lure Haldir into touching him more intimately.

Determined hands spread the soft, round globes laying open the tempting, pink hole that twitched in anticipation. Without further hesitation Haldir flicked the tip of his tongue over it.
Legolas shuddered and moaned. Again and again Haldir lapped over the puckered skin until it was deliciously wet and glistening. His hands had drifted between the parted thighs and gently fondled the twin sack and the base of the straining erection.
Haldir let his tongue linger at the tight entrance for a short moment, before he slowly pusforwforward, breaching the willing muscle. The hot and velvety inside fuelled up his own lust and he knew he would have to hurry, for his own body was already giving him clear signs of an approaching orgasm. Forcing down these strong feelings, Haldir pushed his tongue in and out for a few more times listening with abandon to the moans and gasps coming from Legolas.

With a last kiss to the twitching hole, Haldir moved his mouth further down between Legolas legs until he rea the the soft, warm skin of the prince’s testicle.
With strong hands he guided Legolas onto his back again by the hips and took hold of the thighs pushing them widely open.
Like a predator Haldir leaned down and gave the sack a loving bite.

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