The old ways

Legolas heaved himself up and wished his remaining friends a good night. This evening had been as entertaining as it had been embarrassing and when Haldir placed a steadying hand at his elbow, Legolas shook it off and threw a dirty look at his mate.

This was the worst bit of his pregnancy. The lack of mobility and the waning balance. Legolas hated being helped and thus feeling so fragile and weak.
Elrond smiled at the little banter and motioned Haldir over to him.
When the marchwarden had reached him, Elrond made him bow down and carefully whispered into Haldir’s ear “As far as I can remember, there is a fine bit of nice golden curls growing between yours husbands legs.”
Haldir blushed but nodded.
With a wicked smile the Elflord continued “I would ask you to shave Legolas in the near future. Say in about one or two weeks time. And keep him shaven from that time on. It will be better for the cutting we will have to perform during the delivery.” With that Elrond patted Haldir’s shoulder and turned his attention back to the Hobbits and Gandalf.


Haldir straightened up and his eyes met those of his husband, who was standing a few feet away, impatiently tapping one foot on the ground.
Smiling Haldir moved over to Legolas and kissed him on the cheek. “I think our room should be warm and dry by now, my love. Let’s go and rest.”
“Rest?!” Legolas furrowed his brow.
Haldir sighed and steered them out of the hall to the stairs that lead up to their chamber.


The hooves hardly made any sound as Thranduile toe towards the castle entrance. The snow had grown thicker over the day and now everything was covered in a glittering white blanket. He halted his mount for a second, surveying the castle for a moment. He was glad that his son would not have to live here for much longer, for he was certain, that the high walls and the narrow lanes and streets were sure to make his son feel more than only uncomfortable.

Legolas had grown up in a vast forest and had spent most of the day and sometimes the night outside, climbing trees and running through the underbrush.
Very few windows showed any light behind them, it was very late already and obviously most of the castle occupants had retired already. Thranduil smiled inwardly. This would give him the chance to look after his horse himself. A very rare chance. He new that his station made it nearly impossible to do some things himself, especially here with all these narrow minded men. A King was not to groom a horse himself. End of discussion.

Just before Thranduil moved his horse forward again, he spotted two moving figures behind one of the heavy framed windows, a few flights up. They were moving with such a grace and gentleness, that the King of Mirkwood immediately knew who it was. His smile brightened thinking of Haldir and Legolas and what they might be up to now.


The room was cosy and only illuminated be a few candles and the slow burning fire in the fireplace. Haldir felt a faint shiver beneath his hands as he steered Legolas into the middle of the room. But he knew it was not from cold or tiredness.

With great tenderness and care Haldir let his hands slowly glide down Legolas’ body. First along his arms, moving onward to his hips and then forward around the largely swollen middle. He enjoyed the feeling of the warm and hard mound of flesh. It felt so alive and comforting. And he knew that Legolas enjoyed being caressed in that area immensely. It gave him the feeling of acceptance and love.
Gingerly Haldir’s hands fumbled with the fastening of the shirt Legolas was wearing and undid them, until he was able to touch the bare flesh.
Legolas had let his head rest back against Haldir’s shoulder and had closed his eyes, the hint of a smile playing around his lips.

Gently Haldir caressed Legolas’ body, having his eyes closed as well, only relying on touch and sound. Suddenly an idea hit him.
Carefully he turned his husband further towards the small cupboard standing at the opposite side of the room. A short glance at Lego fac face showed him, that the other elf still had his eyes closed. Haldir kissed his cheek and quietly opened the cupboard with one hand, the other still touching the bare flesh, giving comfort and trust.
After a few seconds Haldir pulled some silken scarves from the shelves inside the cupboards and placed them on the table right beside him.

He untangled them one handed and removed his hand from his husband, but before Legolas could utter a protest or even open his eyes, Haldir leaned forward and kissed the slightly parted lips as a reassurance.
Legolas’ lips curved up into a smile and he patiently waited for Haldir’s next move. When Legolas felt the soft silken scarf being placed before his eyes, his breath hitched. A wave of anticipation and excitement shot through his body and he had to suppress a small moan.

Once the scarf was securely tight into place, Haldir took another scarf and placed it before his own eyes. He knotted it tightly at the back of his head and took a deep breath.
Now both elves would have to rely on their senses and touch.
Haldir moved his hands forward until he touched Legolas. Again he slid his hands down his husband’s arms, but this time he needed it as an orientation. He took both of Legolas’ hands in his and moved them against his own face, letting his love know that he was blinded as well. He could feel the tiny shudder that raced through Legolas’ body, as soon as he felt the cloth before Haldir’s eyes.

With careful steps both elves moved through the room in the direction where the bed was. On the way, nimble fingers removed shirts, tunics and opened laces of leggings. The desire ran dend tnd the need to feel each other close was unbearable.
When Legolas’ legs hit the bed he pulled Haldir down with him. They sank onto the soft covers, their legs entwined and hearts beating in the same rhythm.

Their hands showed them the way, as faces moved closer to one another and lips met in a passionate kiss. Bodies were melting into each other, while hands not needed any longer to guide the way, went on a journey of their own. Feeling every curve and angle of the other body, sensing the ripples of pleasure on the skin, the tightening of muscles and the hard arousal beneath the woollen cloth of their trousers.

Lost in a world of sensations Legolas and Haldir showed each other their love with every touch, movement and breath, though not a single was was spoken.
It was the younger elf, who undid the lacing of his partner’s leggings first to carefully feel for the throbbing need inside. A breathy moan left Haldir’s lips and he moved his head away from Legolas’ a bit.
Gently he manoeuvred Legolas onto his back and after some moments found his place between the long legs. Kneeling between them, Haldir caressed them from the shin upwards. Sometimes kneading the firm muscles on the way. The further he came to the upper thighs tore ore he could feel Legolas’ restlessness.
Haldir’s own member was rising hard and demanding from out his open leggings. Haldir felt up further Legolas’ legs until he came to his point of desire. With the fingers of both his hands Haldir traced the outline of the steel erection, straining against the fabric of Legolas’ leggings.
He smiled to himself as he heard his husbands breath quicken slightly, as he slowly undid the lacing, freeing the member of its confinement.

Legolas was hardly able to concentrate on his own hands. Knowing that Haldir was in the same position as he was, thrilled him. He could feel Haldir moving along his legs, felt his hands on his arousal. Unconsciously Legolas spread his legs further, inviting his husband to be bolder.
At last he felt his leggings give way and the considerably cool air of the room touch his heated skin. A groan of relief escaped him.

Haldir gently cradled Legolas erection in his hands when he suddenly felt something trickle down his own erection. He moaned, feeling his pre cum make its way all the way down to his sack. Never had he felt this before and never would he have thought it to be as arousing as it now happened to be.
Quickly he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of Legolas’ leggings and started to pull them down. Carefully Haldir climbed off the bed to get them off all the way and divested himself of his own as well.

Legolas lay waiting for Haldir’s touch again, having felt him move off the bed. The rustle of clothes indicated that Haldir had gotten rid of his own clothing at last.
But instead of the expected hands, Legolas felt the brush of soft hair and only seconds later even softer lips lovingly kissing his ankle.
He fisted the sheets beneath his body, as Haldir slowly kissed his way up the legs.
Legolas longed for Haldir’s touch in more prominent regions and even though his belly rested heavily upon him, he arched his back into the touch of his husband.

It was Haldir’s nose more than his other senses that told him that he was nearing his most cherished destination. The heavy and heady smell of Legolas’ sex. It was something Haldir just couldn’t get enough of. It was the one thing that aroused him most.
His lips felt their way past the velvety skin of the junction between leg and hip, slightly downwards, along the soft and sensitive skin covering steel and finally he found the slightly rougher texture of Legolas sack beneath his mouth. Haldir lovingly lapped the skin, enjoying the feel of the skin tightening and drawing tighter against Legolas’ body, and then he opened his mouth to gently suck one of the balls into his mouth.

Legolas could feel his muscles start to tremble, his body taunt like a bowstring and then the sudden release as Haldir’s mouth closed over his sack. A long and shuddering moan left is body and Legolas bent his legs further to give Haldir more space to do whatever he wanted to do.
Not desiring to destroy the atmosphere with spoken words, Legolas could do nothing more than silently beg, that Haldir would feel his needs and fulfil his deepest wishes.
So in his head Legolas repeated the words over and over again, like he was trying to bewitch Haldir’s mind to hear him.
‘Take me, please take me. Let me feel you deep inside me. Yes, touch me there. Please, touch me. No, no. Don’t move you hands away. Pl let let me feel your fingers, let me feel them as you spread me open.’