Emmissary Position

Glorfindel took another long quaff from the ornate goblet that he balanced delicately between his slender fingers, the deep claret of the ruby encrusted chalice mirroring the robust sanguine of its contents. He quite despised these forays to Mirkwood, finding Thranduil's ostentatious show of gaudy overindulgence a bit more than he could tolerate at times, but as he rubbed his thumb over the smooth stem of the gilded cup, savoring the crimson nectar that warmed his cheeks, he did have to admit... the King had exquisite taste in wine.

A slight waft in the tapestries behind his head tickled the tiny hairs on the golden Elf's neck causing him to shiver deliciously as the most intoxicating scent of leather and greening woodland caught his senses. He recognized the seductively subtle but heady mix of earth and air instantly and curled his lips against his goblet in anticipation of this rather tardy guest's appearance.

"I beg your pardon Thranduil," purred the silken voice at Glorfindel's shoulder, "My delay was unavoidable. I do hope that I am not too late to partake of your gracious hospitality."

Still dressed in his traveling cloak and riding attire, Haldir removed his gloves and tucked them into the leather of his empty sword belt. As was customary, he had surrendered his weapons upon entering the grand palace of Mirkwood feeling confident that the only blade he would be in need of this evening was the sharpened edge of his wit.

"Your presence is always welcome, late or not, March Warden," conceded the Mirkwood royal with an absent flick of his jeweled and impeccably manicured fingers, for he was far more interested in the lithe darkling that was fawning at his side than punctuality.

"Please join us for a bit of wine, I am quite sure that it will help to settle the dust from your journey most adequately," he continued, returning his attentions to the delectable morsel that had moved to his lap.

With that a young steward quickly materialized from behind the heavy draperies and filled the empty goblet to Glorfindel's right and noting the the golden Lord had all but drained his own cup replenished it as well with a nod.

"Thank-you, your Highness," demurred Haldir, taking the empty seat beside the lounging Imladris seneschal. Loosening the clasp of his dusty over cloak, he let it fall to drape over the back of the carved chair, the nubbed gray fabric brushing against Glorfindel's velvet waistcoat in an almost intimate fashion.

Shifting slightly in his seat, the golden Elf brought his gaze up from the swirling crimson in his goblet to meet with the frosted blue eyes of the Lorien Warden, their crystal depths glittering amid the candlelight that dotted the huge dining table.

"Glorfindel," he breezed between sips of wine and nods of greeting to the other assembled guests, "Had I known you were here I would have made more of an attempt to arrive earlier... lirimaer." A hardly discreet grin crept across his full lips as he let his hand fall to lightly stroke the seneschals thigh beneath the table.

Glorfindel felt a chill wash over his body at the Galadrhim's touch and despite the heat of the room, prickles of gooseflesh danced beneath the archer's fingers as he tried desperately to stifle a most indecent audible response.

"Is that so mellon-nin," replied the seneschal, taking yet another large sip of wine. "I do quite enjoy our talks and it has been a long while since Lorien and Imladris' interests have been thoroughly and properly... tended too."

Glorfindel let the innuendo fall from his lips like honey noting with satisfied pleasure the tensing of Haldir's fingers upon his leg with each word spoken. Indeed many nights of political and ecumenical discourse had resolved with a meeting of more than just their minds. Haldir was a seductive enigma. The seemingly ice-cold March Warden of Lorien possessed a molten passion beneath his aloof disguise of arrogance, and Glorfindel found himself arching against the libidinous thrill of his lovemaking on more than one occasion.

Haldir wiped a small drop of wine from his bottom lip with his thumb and suckled the bittersweet liquid with a quick dart of his pink tongue, smirking as he felt Glorfindel's breath catch in his chest and his pupils dilate at the wanton public display.

"Indeed it has been," he replied, his fingers traveling brazenly beneath the table to trace the outline of the seneschal's arousal as it pressed against the confines of his suddenly straining breeches.

Slipping his hand from the warmth of Glorfindel's lap, Haldir motioned for the steward to attend him, and with a soft whisper to the lad's ear, the young servant hurried off towards the kitchens, leaving the golden Elf to wonder just what the Lorien guard had in mind.

Before his thoughts could travel too far, the youngling returned with a large decanter of wine and a small platter of strawberries and pears and placed it before Haldir for inspection. Slipping a gold coin into the servant's small hand, the March Warden sent the smiling youth back to his station behind the tapestries and turned toward Glorfindel with a grin.

"More wine…melethron?"

The seneschal drained the last of his goblet and offered it up to Haldir who refilled it before topping off his own.

"To stimulating discussion...," he proposed, bringing his goblet to chime with Glorfindel's.

Over much of the evening, Haldir did his best to keep the seneschal interested, and well supplied with wine, at one point peeling a pear in the most erotic fashion that Glorfindel had ever witnessed, his mithril knife caressing the tender flesh of the fruit as the juices ran down his slender fingers to disappear beneath the cuff of his snug tunic.

The seneschal had found it hard to breath, the heat of the room becoming a bit over whelming, but he was not sure if it was the wine or the sight of Haldir's supple lips as they wrapped around the pieces of fruit that heated his body.

A rather groin tightening display of the Lorien Elf's strawberry eating prowess proved to be too much for the over warm seneschal and with a groan that was sure to have reached the other side of the dining hall Glorfindel pushed himself abruptly up from the table, steadying himself before moving quickly out of the room.

Haldir wiped the sticky berry from his lips and stood, following the seneschals retreating robes with a concerned look. A curt glance at the dwindled decanter made the March Warden wince for perhaps he had plied the golden Elf with more than he could handle.

"Is everything alright Haldir?" purred the Mirkwood king as he lounged against the side of his chair of office, the bobbing of the darkling's head peeking up over the edge of the table. "I do believe you have scared him off mellon-nin", he continued, small groans of pleasure studding his snide comments.

Haldir bit his tongue for Thranduil himself had imbibed quite heavily this evening and even on the best of days spoke his mind readily. And to be honest, Haldir was not sure what was wrong.

Glancing back toward the head of the table, Haldir tried to catch the king's eye, not an easy task for they were closed tight as he stiffened with his release. Surely not the first of the evening, thought Haldir, and definitely not the last.

Red-faced and smiling Thranduil slowly focused upon the staring March Warden, and with a rapid flapping of his hand, he motioned for the Galadrim to take his leave.

"Yes, yes, yes... go..." he grunted dismissively, before hoisting the dark youth back up onto his lap and covering the lad's swollen mouth with his own.

The cool night air hit Glorfindel like a splash of water upon his face and seemingly just in time for it had felt as if the very walls of the dining hall had been pressing upon his chest. One moment he had been lost in the succulent curve of Haldir's mouth as it made love to a strawberry and the next he was overcome by vertigo and nausea. Propping himself up in a quiet alcove near the edge of a wooded overlook, Glorfindel slumped against the solid support stone of the wall. He may be drunk, he may be overheated, but one thing remained quite obvious despite the dis-ease of his equilibrium. He was aroused, and painfully so.

With the flick of his wrists Glorfindel undid the clasps of his high collared formal robes, loosening their constricting bind at the wrists as well. The crisp air was doing wonders for his head, but the nipping breeze played quite erotically with his heated body pricking his nipples to hard-pebbled peaks so sensitive that he could not resist rubbing the pad of his thumb over their stiffened dusky nubs fueling the already burning desire Haldir had ignited in his groin. Small growls of pleasure rose up from his chest and with wine having loosened his inhibititions Glorfindel slipped one questing hand below the waistband of his breeches to tease the already moist head of his thickened shaft with the brush of his fingers. His touch almost more than he could bear, the golden Elf rolled his head back on his shoulders his panting mouth parted in self pleasure.

Haldir followed the direction in which Glorfindel had departed and hoped the elder Elf had not chosen to hide himself away. Searching the obvious, the meeting hall and the sitting room, the Galadrhim was about to give up and find a room for the night when he spied a familiar form on the balcony half hidden in the darkness slumped against the wall.

Fearing the worst, Haldir found the nearest exit and approached Glorfindel from behind, the Elf's moaning reaching his ears before he was able to fully focus on his predicament.

"Glorfindel... meleth-nin..." he began, closing the distance between them. The moans ceased immediately and the seneschal stiffened against the wall.

"Gwador... are you ill?" Tentative fingers reached out to touch a shoulder... to offer comfort... to...

In an instant Glorfindel had Haldir pinned against the wall, slipping them both into the shadowed recesses of the alcove his hand coming up to cover the stunned Elf's mouth and prevent him from shouting out. Dark blue eyes glittered dangerously back at the March Warden from behind heavy lids, their indigo hue deepened with... what? Glorfindel's hand moved and the scent of pleasure caressed Haldir's nose... Desire!

Daring to move, the seneschals palm still pressed against his mouth, Haldir relaxed and brought his hands up slowly and slid them across the creamy smooth expanse of the golden Elf's chest slipping them inside his open robes and around his back, pulling the Elf's body against him hard.

Pinning Haldir against the wall with his weight, Glorfindel replaced his hand with his mouth, plundering the Galadrhim's lips with desperate bruising urgency. He was lost in his need, and when Haldir returned the burning kiss with equal desire he wrapped his fists into the shimmering silver of the March wardens hair and yanked his head back against the wall breaking the kiss and exposing the supple curve of his throat.

Hungry lips nipped along the slope of his jaw and Haldir planted his feet in support of Glorfindel's urgent thirst, the press of his aroused member sliding against Haldir's own rapidly escalating desire. Breathy rasps puffed against his neck as teeth grazed the tender flesh of his ear and moans of need echoed off the stone wall.

"Aniron lle Haldir... Si!" (I desire you Haldir... now!) the seneschal's desperate tone warning him that there would be little discussion over the matter.

"Anta-nin melindo," (Take me lover) soothed the March Warden, the ancient Quenyan words falling from his lips only to be captured once more by Glorfindel's frantic mouth.

Suddenly Haldir found himself spun about, his cheek pressed against the cool of the masonry, as Glorfindel hands fought to loosen the stays of his breeches. Hot wine sweetened breath wafted against his face as the laces fell apart exposing his rigid member to the cool air.

Pushing the soft leather over the smooth curve of Haldir's backside, the seneschal pressed his impossibly hard arousal against the firm mounds, his need leaving a moist stain upon the fabric that held it captive.

Haldir's hands braced against the wall as Glorfindel snaked forward and slipped his fingers around the March Wardens erection, stroking him firmly, intent on a quick release. This form of pleasure was not new to Haldir, for many warriors upon the eve of battle and after a victory would ease the ache with their comrades upon the battlements, or trees or rocks or anything else that would offer support of such a desperate action. Closing his eyes, the March Warden concentrated on the rapidly building tension between his legs, the slick friction of Glorfindel's' practiced fist bringing his release within moments. With a rushing of air from his lungs Haldir's body tensed and he thrust hard into Glorfindel's palm. His heated seed coating the seneschals milking palm with glistening opalescence.

Panting against the wall, Haldir awaited the golden Elf's movement for his ease had not yet been met. A kicking at his feet instructed the March Warden to spread his stance and he complied silently, the need for words having quite passed.

Loosening the laces of his breeches, Glorfindel released the throbbing source of his need and coated it thoroughly with Haldir's spent release, the sticky essence slickening his erection suitably and quickly.

Pressing his forehead to Haldir's temple, his body thrumming in anticipation, Glorfindel slid his arousal between the cleft of the March Wardens backside, the purpled tip slipping past the tightened ring broaching the barrier of the Galadhrim's body with ease.

Haldir tensed momentarily as his body stretched to accept the seneschals need, but relaxed as Glorfindel adopted a rhythm of deep stroking right away, his desperate situation not allowing for a gradual building of intensity.

"Quat-nin Mahtar," (Fill me Warrior) Haldir rasped, his back arching to cushion Glorfindel's fervent thrust. "Quat–nin..."

Grabbing his lover's hips, Glorfindel thrust hard once... twice... and then stilled, as the flood of his release pulsed forward leaving him to teeter upon the brink of sweet relief before tumbling over the edge to spill his heated desire into Haldir's body.

Panting and spent, his head spinning from the force of his completion and the keg of wine he must have consumed, Glorfindel withdrew and pressed his lips against the cool of Haldir's brow, tasting the salt and dust of the March Wardens journey as it cluing to his smooth skin.

Allowing him to turn in his embrace, Glorfindel rested his head against Haldir's, the length of their bodies pressed as tightly as before.

"I missed you, melethron," he drawled, pulling at the Galadrhims smiling lips with his teeth.

"Ohhh I think you are wrong meleth," teased Haldir, chortling when the seneschal tried to pull away in disbelief. "I think you hit the target full on."

As Glorfindel attempted to sort out the meaning of his lovers cryptic remarks, the Lorien Elf captured his lips and drew him into a slow passionate kiss rekindling a quiet need in both.

"Come, Glorfindel," Haldir announced, fastening his breeches and slipping his arm around the still wobbling seneschal's waist for support before leading him in the direction of the guest rooms.

"I do believe we have important matters to discuss..."

FIN