Teaching Haldir

Authors: Embervixen (circle99@bellsouth.net and Leanan2000

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Mild incest

Pairings: Haldir/Faer( a young Gypsy Elf)/Vhaelvyrn (Haldir’s father)

Notes: Faer is written by Sandy……Vhaelvyrn and Haldir are written by myself…..Vhaelvyrn is based on Lucius Malfo .pe .perfect, eh?

Disclaimer: Vhaelvyrn and Faer are ours. Steal them and we will kill you. The others are not. We don’t make money off ‘em, we don’t mean to insult ‘em. . .and if you don’t like ‘em, piss off.


The rising flicker of the bonfire could been seen for miles, for many had gathered, drunk on the sensuality of the rituals of rebirth. The fire’s heat was not the only warmth felt by those clustered amongst the fire’s glow, for this was not only a time for celebration, it was oftentimes, something more.

Vhaelvyrn had chosen several on that night, being especially generous with himself to each of them, giving more than he had taken. They emerged from benebeneath the blankets giggling from his wanton embrace, faces flushed from his wildly sensual lovemaking. Now, sitting cross-legged and clad only in breeches, he watched as his son scanned the circle, a mischievous smirk adorning Haldir’s lips. Many wished to lie with his son, but one in particular had caught Vhaelvyrn’s eye. A young male. . .a Dark Elf. The Elf was staring luridly at Haldir, his eyes glittering like the dew from new green leaves, his gaze smoldering and lustful. Had he not been watching his son so closely, Vhaelvyrn might have invited the splendid youngling into his own embrace, but rather, he waited, for he knew that Haldir had yet to lie with a male and perhaps tonight, he might get that chance.

Vhaelvyrn leaned close to Orophin, for it was his first circle as well and nodded towards the Dark Elf youth.

“Do you know of that one, my son?” he asked.

Orophin followed his father’s gaze before responding. “Yes. I know of him. They call him Faer, I believe. He is from the Northern tribe of Dark Gypsy Elves. I have often seen him near our borders.”

Vhaelvyrn arched one gracefully curved brow. “Oh?” he said simply.

A Gypsy Elf. How lovely! Yes, this one would do. . .

Vhaelvyrn looked on as the Elf now known as Faer rose, catching and holding Haldir’s gaze. He almost laughed, for his son looked so utterly startled yet oddly pleased. Settling himself comfortably against the trunk of a tree, he watched. . .waiting to see what Haldir would do.

Faer stared into those clear blue eyes from across the circle. None had dared to hold his gaze this eve, and the dark Elf was finding himself most glad of the situation, for this pale beauty was warming him with his fair blush, more than even the fire could account for.

This Elf had chosen no one so far nig night, which meant either he was very particular or very inexperienced. The thought either option made Faer burn even more. Perhaps he should claim the Elf himself , he thought, his tongue darting out to wet his lips absently.

And why not? He was fair..... and willing..

Faer pulled himself to his feet, and locked his eyes upon the golden Elf, his body beginning to respond before he even stepped towards his chosen quarry.

Crossing behind the circle, the Gypsy made his way slowly to stand beside Haldir, and when the young Elf turned up his face to look upon him, he red ded down and gently stroked the curve of his jaw, a gentle smile crossing his lips. Holding the azure gaze, Faer made his invitation.

" Are you willing , lirimaer?"

Haldir swallowed nervously, for never had he been with another male before, and the prospect both thrilled and thoroughly unnerved him, for he was well known for his conquest of maidens. But never with a male. . .

The Dark Elf was lovely, ethereally so, his ebon hair reaching far beyond his shoulders with eyes the color of summer foliage. The strange tattooed markings of the Gypsy Elf clan marked his dusky flesh, but only served to further enhance his beauty.
Never had he been one to shy away from a challenge, especially when all eyes were upon him. He was, after all, the son of the Warden of the March!

He steeled himself and stared back into the luminous verdancy of the pair of eyes that held his gaze.

“Aye,” he said simply, and offered his hand, hoping the fingers did not tremble visibly within the orange light of the fire.

Faer's heart beat just a bit faster with the acceptance of his offer. Extending his hand, he wrapped his fingers around the pale flesh of the Elf at his feet and pulled him gently to stand before him. Hood ood eye to eye with this fair creature, matched in height and build, a child of day to his night.

Bringing the pale hand to his mouth, he kissed it gently, brushing his lips across delicate knuckles. Still locked within the pale blue eyes, Faer spoke softly, his breath warming Haldir’s fingers.

"I am Faer .....and what is your name meleth-nin?"

“Haldir of Lorien,” the March Warden’s son responded softly, feeling quite lucky that he had even remembered his namor tor the touch of this Dark One. . .this “Faer” as he called himself, made his mind tremble with a heated desire he had never felt for any maiden.

Faer nodded , for now he had name for this beauty and he wasted no time letting it fall from his lips. " Ahh ...Haldir...I am honored. "

Cupping the Elf’s face in his hand, he traced his thumb across the swell of Haldir’s lips trailing his touch across his chin and gently tipping up his face. Moving in slowly, Faer whispered against the Elf’s parted lips. " No doubt you would like a taste before you dine, meleth. . . "

Closing the distance , the dark Elf slanted his mouth across Haldir’s, parting his own lips as he pressed closer, inviting the young Elf to taste of his body.

A shudder of melting delight poured sensuously over Haldir as the Gypsy claimed his lips in a hotly wanton kiss, Faer’s tongue probing his mouth with a teasing flicker. Haldir moaned deep within his throat, feeling his body meld with that of the lithe form that held him. Faer’s lips were softer than that of any maiden and far sweeter. Desire welled within him, yet he knew not even where to begin, especially not with so many pair eye eyes upon him.

Vhaelvyrn watched as his son partook of the dark beauty who had solicited his affections for the evening. He could see the way Haldir fairly trembled within the other’s embrace, giving over his sense of control.

No, this would not do! Had they not been standing amongst the watchful gazes of so many, Vhaelvyrn would have stepped forward and shown thiszen zen Gypsy Elf just what it meant to kiss a Lorien native. If the youngling had any sense, he would take Haldir away from the fire soon, away from the lustful glances and into the woods where he could attempt to master him amongst the grasses. And then. . .perhaps Vhaelvyrn could. . .

Faer felt Haldir respond to his advance, returning the kisth sth such passion, that the darkling was hard pressed to control himself. This Lorien Elf tasted sweeter than any honey he had ever sampled, and fairly melted in his embrace, Faer had not expected such surrender or he would have taken this Elf away from the fire before touching his lips to the eager mouth.

Faer broke the kiss with a small moan, his breathing quickening, and his heart beating in his ears. Taking Haldir firmly by the hand he brought it to his lips once more, auctiuctive smile curling his mouth. " Let us find somewhere quiet, meleth-nin, far away from the eyes and ears of the fire, where we can enjoy each other without interruption."

Not waiting for a reply , Faer led Haldir away from the glowing circle, pulling him into the darkened more private areas of the Lorien Woods. Once beneath the canopy of the trees, Faer turned quickly and pulled Haldir hard against his body, his pressing arousal showing the Elf that he was no doubt desired. Breathing into his ear, Faer deferred to Haldir as to the choice of location. " I am sure meleth-nin" , He purred, " That you are far more familiar with these woods than I.”

Haldir could barely find his voice, so enraptured was he with the other’s touch. The feel of Faer’s hardness pressed against his thigh, and he nearly jumped, for it was a pleasantly curious sensation. Never had the felt the arousal of another male so close to his own skin and it both excited and frightened him beyond words.

Taking Faer’s hand, he led him further into the woods and into the moonlit hills within the forest’s embrace until the sound of merriment was little more than a dim roar occasionally punctuated by the melodic flitter of pipes.

The tall grasses waved nimbly within the cool fingers of night’s stroking hand, swaying invitingly. Here, Haldir decided, he would bring his inquisitiveness to a culminating peak.