The SweetGrass Incident

Glorfindel was glad to feel the solidity of the ground beneath his feet
again. The talan was indeed beautiful and the golden Lord quite enjoyed
the view, but he still preferred that his feet and other parts of his
anatomy remained on the ground where there was much less chance of
plummeting to one’s death.

Haldir had been very convincing in his attempt to lighten Glorfindel’s
mood, practically waltzing the golden Lord about in an attempt to prod
him into moving. The March Warden had been so intent on making him
comfortable that he all but carried him down from the flet over his
shoulder. Glorfindel politely informed him that it was not at all
necessary, but appreciated.

The golden Lord followed closely at Haldir’s heels as the March Warden
led him through a maze of paths within the Golden Wood. Glorfindel
could barely get a word in edgewise as Haldir went on about this plant
and that tree, and how he an his brothers had spent their entire lives
within these beautiful borders. Glorfindel was touched by the
Galadhrim’s love for hime ame and could not help feeling a bit of the
Elf’s feelings were indeed finding a spot within his own heart.

In a secluded and rather darkened part of the wood, Haldir stopped and
looked about. With a sly smile he turned and took Glorfindel by the hand
, leading him to the most twisted and decrepit old tree the golden Lord
had ever laid eyes on.

“Ah, here we are. I have not visited this place in many months,”
Haldir said, smiling fondly within the tree’s darkened hollow. “Come,
meleth. It is time you experienced one of Lorien’s. . .heh. . .finer
pleasures.”

The inner workings of the ancient Mallorn had mostly turned to rot, yet
the sturdy trunk still remained well intact, its impressive girth
capable of housing a small family with more than room to spare. What it
housed, however, was another form of life. A fine carpet of lush
greenery spread over the rich earth, but within its center nestled tall
verdant stems of green, reaching as tall as Haldir’s knees and far
greener than that of any meadow within Lorien.

Haldir cocked a devious brow to Glorfindel. “Have you knowledge of this
particular herb?” he asked, smiling mischievously.

Glorfindel poked his head into the opening in the old Mallorn. As one
skilled in the art of healing , he was indeed privy to the many
attributes of a number of herbs , and this was no exception. Sweetgrass,
or Dreamweed as it was also known ,was indeed an plant the en Len Lord
was familiar with. It had many applications,
when dried it could induce a smoke that would send the user into a
dreamscape allowing for rest under times of duress, but when chewed in a
more natural form , it had a euphoric quality about it, lessening ones
inhibitions and lifting anxiety.

Glorfindel turned to Haldir and cocked his head, his hair falling in a
cascade as he bent within the tree’s hollow.

" Oh yes, Haldir." The golden Lord curled his lips into a knowing
smirk. " I am quite sure that this is Sweet Grass, though I have
never seen it growing this lush before." The golden Lord ran a slender
hand across the broad green tips of the verdant herb. " Is this what
you have planned meleth-nin....a nice.... relaxing diversion?"

Haldir crouched low and plucked a willowy strand from the moist earth
and held it aloft as he rose to his feet.

“How well you know your grasses, my love. . .” Haldir said teasingly,
sweeping up beside Glorfindel. “But it is, by far, time that you
learned to let yourself go a bit. I wish to show you Lorien’s wonders,
Glorfindel, but first. . .” he tickled the tip of the seneschal’s
exposed ear with the end of the flexible stalk, “allow the Golden Wood
to aid you in your journey, for you shall find it far more pleasurable
if you indulge Her. . .”

Now Glorfindel was not an inexperienced elfling by far, and had indeed
been exposed to this herb in the past, but there was something a
bit.....err sensual about sharing this experience with another and the
golden Lord had to admit that the idea was quite titillating to say the
least.

Glorfindel ran the tips of his fingers across Haldir’s cheek, letting
them come to rest on the Elf’s chest. Leaning in slowly he tasted the
March Warden lips . softly brushing them with his own. Pulling away
slightly he spoke softy as he looked into the bluest eyes in Lorien.

" Well ..... I would not want to disappoint the Golden Wood , now would
I meleth-nin."

“Indeed,” Haldir replied with a soft purr, bending the limber stem
between his fingers as he returned the Golden Lord’s affection with a
tauntingly passionate kiss, teasing the lips open with his tongue and
then slinking away a short distance before seating himself among the
patch of svelte grass, inhaling deeply.

A languidly melting smile parted his lips and his eyes fluttered closed
as he sank into the verdant carpet with a deliciously shivering sigh,
partially hidden from Glorfindel’s view.

“Lie with me,” he drawled, raising one hand lazily towards the golden
Lord.


Glorfindel watched Haldir disappear beneath the sway of tall grass, his
lips still tingling from the achingly delicious kiss. Without
hesitation the golden Lord followed him to the knoll, the March Wardens
seductive invitation curling his lips.

Taking the proffered hand, Glorfindel allowed himself to be drawn down
in the grass to lie at the March Wardens side. His body pressed against
the length of his lovers, the golden Lord rested his hand upon Haldir’s
chest.

"Let’s not keep her waiting, meleth."

Haldir ‘s tongue snaked from between his lips, and he dragged the stem
of the Sweet Grass over it before suckling the tip, savoring the spicy
yet honeyed undertones that lay within the promise of the tender
greenery. The scent alone was intoxicating beyond words, and Haldir
resisted the urge to roll about like an enchanted forest creature simply
to r hir himself in the aroma. Instead, he plucked another slender
blade from the patch and rolled to face Glorfindel.

Lifting the stem to the golden Lord’s cheek, he swirled the feathery tip
down the bridge of his nose and then beneath his chin before flipping it
to the pale beginnings of the root.

“Here, my love,” he said, pressing the tip to Glorfindel’s lips,
“indulge Her. . .”

Glorfindel let his lips slide over the tip of the spicy herb, his tongue
drawing the slender stalk deeper into his mouth. Raising his eyes to
meet Haldir’s, the golden Lord nipped off the end of the plant and
swirled it about in his mouth, before swallowing the bitter sweet
greenery.

propping himself up on his elbow Glorfindel reached over and plucked the
stem from Haldir’s hand and drew it languidly across the March Wardens
lips, his own mouth parting in anticipation.

" Come with me love...”

“Mmmm. . “ Haldir purred, taking the tender stem between his lips and
rolling it between his teeth, severing a good portion off the end. He
chewed thoughtfully for a moment, sucking the juices from the greenery
before swallowing it as well, his gaze never leaving that of Glorfindel.

The potent sweetness trickled down his throat, warming his body in an
oddly pleasant manner, yet he knew that this was only the beginning.

“Soon, meleth. . .” he murmured near Glorfindel’s ear. He drew a deep
breath within the curtain of golden hair and sighed. “I do not know
which is more intoxicating. . . the scent of you or of this wonderful. .
. pleasure.”

Glorfindel rolled forward and nipped at Haldir’s lips, caressing the
soft swell of the pliant flesh with his tip of his tongue. A warm flush
began to rise from his chest as he nuzzled the fragrant skin of the
March Wardens neck, the sweet dizzying effect of the grass causing him
to moan softly.

With a slight slur of his usually well spoken voice, Glorfindel purred
against Haldir’s ear trailing his tongue about the curve of the
Galadhrim’s ear.

" MMmmmmmmm . . .Meleth......you taste as sweet as honey......."

“As do you,” Haldir shivered as Glorfindel’s tongue swirled around the
tender flesh of his earlobe. “Ah. . .heh. . .” he shuddered, “tickles.
. .”

Haldir’s eyes fluttered closed as a slowly widening grin spread across
his lips. He suddenly chuckled at an unspoken thought and pulled
Glorfindel into his embrace.

“Miphil-amin. . .Glorfindel alfarin malthen. . .” (kiss me, Glorfindel
Golden Flower) he murmured sensually.

Glorfindel nipped at Haldir’s ear and rolled to straddle the March
Warden , smiling wickedly at the myriad of thoughts that were running
through his mind. All had to do with Haldir and none involved any
clothing.......

Pinning the Galadrhim’s hands above his head, Glorfindel leaned down and
kissed Haldir lips.... gently and pulled away before the Elf could
respond.

" Flower is it??? " The golden Lord looked quizzically at Haldir. "
And where would you like this.......floooooower to kiss you meleth?"
Glorfindel snorted a laugh and highlighted a few choices...

" Perhaps...... your petal soft lips.....meleth....." Bending down he
teased Haldir’s lips with his tongue swirling the flesh and nipping at
his lip before returning to hover over the captive Elf.
" Perhaps your.....blooming cheeks my love....." Glorfindel bent down
and trailed his tongue across Haldir’s cheeks ending with a nip on the
tip of his nose.

Glorfindel scrunched down a bit lower, raising his brow as he descended
down Haldir’s body......." Perhaaaps meleth-nin...... you would like
me to kiss your stem." Glorfindel rubbed his face against the growing
bulge in the Galadhrim’s breeches, pulling at the laces with his teeth.

“I would have you sssuuck me as you did that sweetgrrrass. . .”
Haldir’s silken voice slurred as he arched his hips upward, tangling his
hand and Glorfindel’s hair and pulling a bit roughly.

A rumbling growl escaped his lips as he gripped the sides of
Glorfindel’s head firmly between his palms, pressing his full hardness
against the Elf’s face and gyrating his hips luridly with a groaning
sigh.

Glorfindel’s hair tickled his exposed stomach and he hissed a tittering
chortle, curling upon himself, trapping Glorfindel’s head between his
thighs.

“Eh. . .tickling me!” he said with a rather giddy laugh.

Glorfindel spit out the leather thongs that formerly held Haldir’s
breeches together, having successfully yanked them from their stays. He
was just about to nuzzle the flaxen tendrils that peeked at him form
behind the leather curtain when he found himself trapped against their
moist curls, his face buried in the March Wardens fragrant thatch of
sex.
Haldir’s powerful thighs held him firmly as his head was forced closer
to the wiry nest, the tiny golden hairs worming their way into his mouth
and up his nose. The more Glorfindel struggled, the more Haldir pushed
and bucked his hips sending the irritating tendrils further up his nasal
cavity.

Pressure built quickly behind the golden Lords eyes as he wrinkled his
nose in an attempt to dislodge the tickling fibers. Within seconds he
felt it begin as it swirled down from his head and curled his toes in
anticipation of its release. With a tight contraction that rippled
though every muscle in his body, Glorfindel sneezed, the force of the
action causing his knees to buckle and him to fall face first ,
snuffling in the March Warden’s crotch.

Haldir gasped sharply and grabbed Glorfindel’s hair even harder, for
only once before had he heard the strangely fascinating noise burst
forth from the golden Elf in such a manner. The absolute lack of
control that overtook Glorfindel was simply mesmerizing and Haldir
secretly found himself enjoying it a great a bit. . . whatever it was.

“Aiya, meleth!T inT in all of Arda was THAT?” Haldir practically
guffawed, for the mixture of sweetgrass and lust had gone completely to
his head and overtaken his senses.

He found himself suddenly laughing like rather giddy She-Elfling, for
Glorfindel had not moved and the golden Lord was also tittering with
mirth, his face still firmly planted in Haldir’s thatch of springy
ringlets.

“Mmmmmm. . .” Haldir purred between giggles, rubbing his now insanely
hard erection against Glorfindel’s cheek, recalling the strange series
of events that had piqued his arousal into such throbbing ecstasy. “Can
you. . . do it again?” he asked slyly, clamping his thighs tightly
around the golden Lord’s head with a teasing squeeze. “You have me. . .
quite undone with that. . . odd. . . sound. It is much like the release
when yoooouuu. . .” Haldir stopped short and arched a devious brow in
Glorfindel’s direction as the schaschal peered up at him from the mass
of golden curls, only his dancing blue eyes visible.

Glorfindel snorted, his puffing breath wafting the flaxen tendrils to
tickle his nose again. He had no idea what ever it was that made him
lose such control of his breathing , but it was oddly pleasurable, and
it couldn’t hurt to try it again. Diving back down into the fragrant
froth, the golden Lord snuffled about rubbing his face into the moist
curls. Haldir must have had the same idea for he tightened his legs
about the seneschals head squeezing and giggling with glee.

Glorfindel felt something poke insistently at his chin and peeking below
the leather breeches was rewarded with a subtle thawp in his face as the
March Wardens extremely aroused erection sprung from its prison wavering
seductively before his lips.

Now one could hardly ignore such a blatant invitation , especially one
so....delicious as this, Glorfindel slurped the glistening shaft into
his mouth, and peering up at Haldir, nibbled down to base before pulling
the March Warden’s breeches down to his knees.

Raising up on his hands and knees Glorfindel rocked forward and back ,
the suction of this lips almost lifting Haldir from the ground. Small
growls of pleasure escaped the seneschal mouth as he devoured the
hardened flesh, his own excitement building with every enthusiastic
suckle.

“Ooooh....lirimaer. . .” Haldir moaned, arching his hips upward with
every pull of Glorfindel’s lips.
He sat up suddenly, grasping the seneschal by the shoulders, shuddering
as the sweet warmth of his mouth became abruptly absent from his
throbbing arousal. Smiling wickedly, rocked forward, shoving Glorfindel
onto the carpet of soft grass and plunging his tongue between the pliant
lips, seducing the heated cavern of his mouth with wanton ardor. One
hand snaked between the golden Elf’s thighs, stroking the hardening
bulge that strained beneath the leather as deft fingers untangled the
laces of Glorfindel’s breeches, whisking the bindings away. Haldir sunk
his hand into the forest of curls and grasped the other’s sleek erection
between his capable fingers and squeezed.

“Ah, meleth nin, I cannot allow my undoing to deny you the pleasure of
your own release,” Haldir purred, sliding his thumb along the ridged
underside of Glorfindel’s hardened member.

Without waiting for a response from his lover, Haldir turned and
straddled him backwards, seating himself upon Glorfindel’s chest and
sliding downward, inching ever closer to the proudly stiffened arousal
that now beckoned to him. The edge of his backside pressed against
Glorfindel’s chin as he bent to taste the musky sweetness of the golden
Lord, his lips slipping over the swollen, weeping tip of the rigid
pillar of flesh. He pressed his tongue hard against the pulsating vein
that ran down the wondrous shaft and bathed the golden Lord with a
teasing caress before sucking Glorfindel’s entire arousal into his
mouth, feeling the impressive length slide partially down his throat.

He slid Glorfindel’s breeches past his knees and palmed his scrotum with
one hand, manipulating the soft mounds within between his fingers, never
releasing the golden Elf’s twitching member from his lips.

Glorfindel clutched at tufts of grass, pulling the slender stalks from
the ground by their roots, each slide of Haldir’s heated mouth milking
his throbbing shaft causing him to arch his hips and press deeper.
Tipping back his head, the golden Lord moaned loudly, words of
encouragement and desire spilling from his parted lips like a torrent of
rushing water.

" Aiya. . . .Haldir.. . . Aiya . . . .meleth-nin . . .Dram-amin taur (
take me higher). . . .Aiya. . ."

Glorfindel reached forward and grabbed a hold of Haldir’s hips, pulling
them back towards him. Running has hands across the smooth pale
globes of the March Wardens bobbing backside, the seneschal spread the
soft round cheeks to expose the puckered entrance beneath. Darting his
tongue against the pink flesh, the golden Lord lapped and flicked , his
own soaring desire barely leaving him enough breath to breathe.

Haldir’s thorough attentions were crumbling his resolve and he felt his
body begin its tremulous climb to the peak of pleasure. With a growl
from deep within his chest Glorfindel thrust his tongue into the tight
chasm of delight forcing the pink pucker to yield to his exploring
mouth.

Haldir arched his back and slid one hand beneath himself, groping his
own hardness as he sucked Glorfindel with feral fervency, groaning deep
within his throat as the golden Elf plunged his hot tongue inside of
him. The untamed growl of pleasure that rose from Glorfindel’s depths
spoke judiciously of his own heated desires and Haldir reciprocated with
a primitive snarl of his own, rumbling from somewhere afire with lust
and tumbling from his lips with a potent vibration. He seized
Glorfindel’s pulsating arousal within the tightening constraints of his
lips and sealed his mouth over the demandingly hard member, sucking the
rigid flesh with a commanding pull, teasing the underside of the shaft
with hard, insistent flicks of his tongue. Climatic urgency began to
culminate with the fire in his groin, and he moaned gratuitously around
the edges of Glorfindel’s hardness, the rush of his indulgent craving
beginning to crest in a piquing wave, body trembling deliciously upon
the edge.

Lapping at the fingers that stroked the rigid flesh, Glorfindel moved
them aside and pulled the weeping pillar onto his mouth suckling with a
rhythm that matched his own pulsing need. Reaching behind his head the
seneschal slid his free hand to cup the Galadhrim’s backside., sliding
his finger teasingly over the flexed pink of the Elf’s tight entrance.

Glorfindel could barely keep his lips sealed upon Haldir’s flesh, his
own hips bucking and jerking with the force of his impending release.
In a rush of heat, he surrendered to the Galadhrim lips, his movements
ceasing as the pulsing stream of his desire filled Haldir’s mouth.

With a simultaneous crescendoing moan, Haldir’s body was wracked with
convulsive spasms of surrender as his own hot seed spurted forth
powerfully as he eagerly swallowed the heated release of the golden
Lord, hips bucking against Glorfindel’s lapping tongue.

Panting and spent, he flopped down upon Glorfindel’s stomach, the edge
of the seneschal’s crop of wiry curls tickling his forehead.

“Mefflethff,” he mumbled into the taunt flesh, “I doff nofft thinkff
thatff I canff mofffve.”

The words had barely escaped his lips before he rolled just slightly to
one side and slipped partially from Glorfindel’s body and onto the
grass, receiving a mouthful of verdant grass.

“Warg piss,” he muttered, his legs still propped upon Glorfindel’s
chest.
The seneschal’s head hit the ground with a resounding thud, his body
spent and satisfied. Craning his neck up off the grass, Glorfindel
could see nothing but the arse end of the March Warden as he lay
sprawled across his chest.

"Aiya ..... Mandos......you are heavy, meleth......."

With a shift of his body the seneschal dumped Haldir unceremoniously
onto the grass, and attempted with out success to sit up, instead having
to roll onto his side and push himself to his hands and knees.

Crawling over to where the March Warden lay prone in the grass,
Glorfindel poked the March Warden’s backside with his finger.

" Hey you. . .wake up......"

Reaching to poke the rounded flesh again,rfinrfindel missed and fell
face first into the grass, his nose digging a divot into the soft earth.

A muffled sound wafted up from the sod... " Uh Oh............"
followed by a string of very silly snorts “My “My, but you are higher than the star of Elbereth,” Haldir slurred,
rolling onto his back. The earth seemed to rock and sway beneath him as
he did so and he snickered. “Eh, ground is moving,” he said, clutching
at the grass as if attempting to steady himself. He then swept his hand
downward, grabbing at only air.

“Oh meleth,” he said in a voice tinged with worry, “my breeches. . . I
cannot find them!” He emitted a short bark of laughter and added,
“Did you perhaps suck them off?”

Glorfindel rolled over with a groan and made a swiping motion at the
Galadhrim, trying to locate the Elf’s breeches. Pulling up nothing but
chunks of grass, he looked down the length of his own body stretching
his neck to see past his hips..

Spying a bit leather tangled around his feet he lifted them straight up
in the ai get get a better look, the long limbs swaying as he pulled at
the soft brown fabric.

" I think I found them Haall......" Glorfindel grimaced and spat out a
chunk of dirt.

Squirming and rolling about the ground, the seneschal managed to pull
his breeches up over his hips and roll again onto his side, practically
rolling over the Galadhrim in the process.
Pushing himself to his knees , Glorfindel hovered over Haldir, his
golden hair littered with bits of grass and leaves. Swaying ,he looked
at the Elf through a foggy haze, and spoke, his voice drawling and slow.

“Guess what. . . they are MY breeches......" A lopsided grin grossed
over his lips as the seneschal fell back onto his arse.

“I much prefer you with them off,” Haldir said slyly, finally
struggling into a sitting position as he glanced towards his feet.
“There!” he practically shouted, pointing a finger at his ankles.
“Bastards!”

With much wasted effort, he grabbed the soft leather and shimmied into
it, fumbling about for the laces and typing them in a most unsavory
knot. A combination of sexual aftermath and a bit too much sweetgrass
nearly set him off balance as he rose very carefully on unsteady legs,
taking a deep breath to balance himself. Having visited this patch in
the past, he was well aware of the differences in his body while taking
the herb and compensated by slowing his movements.

“Come, meleth. . . let us journey into the Golden Wood and see Her. .
.” Haldir paused in midsentence as if searching for the correct words.
“See Her,” he concluded simply with a lofty smile, offering a hand to
the fallen seneschal. “And you mustn’t eat the dirt, Glorfindel. It’s
not good for your teeth,” he chastised his lover with chortle, for the
golden Elf had managed to practically paint his nose and chin with brown
earth.

Haldir then smiled musingly, one eyebrow lifted deviously. “Perhaps I
shall have to bathe you, filthy one,” he teased.

Glorfindel narrowed his eyes and looked down his nose at the dirt,
swatting at it, but never making contact. He knew he should wipe it
off, but it just didnt seem important right now. Grinning , he rubbed a
finger across his teeth. trying to make himself presentable.

Reaching his hand up to the standing Galadhrim, Glorfindel allowed
himslef to be pulled to his feet, almost over compensating and stumbling
foward, balancing himslef on Haldir.

"Lead on meleth...." The golden Lord smiled and draped an arm across the
Galadhrim shoulder, casually picking grass from Haldir’s hair....." I
want to see everything. . ."

Haldir slid his arm around Glorfindel’s waist and helped him to stumble
from the hollowed trunk and into the bright sunshine. The golden Elf
clung to him, giggling very much in the manner of an utterly amused
elfling as Haldir led him towards the covering of intertwined trees.

“Oh, my love, but you are so very dirty,” Haldir teased, kissing
Glorfindel’s earth smeared cheek. He then cocked his head to one side
and grinned. “I think I rather like you that way.”

He ran his tongue along the curvature of the seneschal’s long, elegant
neck in languid wash of affection. “I do hope that I can manage to keep
my hands to myself long enough to actually show you some of the wonders
of the Golden Wood, for your own wonders have quite taken my
attentions.”

Taking Glorfindel’s hand, he smiled impishly. “I have seen the way that
you climb, meleth,” Haldir laughed, pinching the Elf’s side teasingly.
“Perhaps I shall show you how to make your way through the limbs in a
more. . . even manner?”

Chuckling, he danced away from Glorfindel on nimble feet and waltzed
into the curtained tangle of foliage ahead. “Come, meleth,” he coaxed
invitingly, shaking out his silvery tresses with one hand. “Let us find
a place more suitable for. . .lessons. . .”

Glorfindel let Haldir lead him out of the tree trunk and out into the
sunlight. The seneschal was quite fortunate that the Galadhrim had a
good hold ,as he was none too steady , and of course there was that
thing that he found so very funny......

Stumbling about the woods, tripping over his own suddenly too large
feet, the golden Lord found himself in front of towering overhang of
foliage. Glorfindel tried to peek into the dense greening, but was
suddenly accosted by the rough slickness of Haldir tongue upon his face.

Shivers of pleasure tingled up his spine, and Glorfindel had the most
intense urge to throw the March Warden to he ground and eat him, bite by
bite.

Glorfindel swatted at Haldir as he danced about him......perhaps a swarm
of bees was near or maybe some fire ants got in his breeches, but for
some odd reason this Elf was jumping about with a strange grin about
him. Glorfindel heard the word climbing mentioned. Oh yes he would like
to climb .....right to on the top of that blonde March Warden's......
Ohhhhhh where'd he go??

Glorfindel flailed at the vines as he passed beneath their y
sy
stalks......for an odd reason they made him shiver... Oh…..well now,
where did that little minx go?

Haldir watched from the his position within the willowy tree as
Glorfindel stumbled through the brush, obviously searching for his
whereabouts. He hoped the seneschal would not stumble upon a Mallorn
root and break his lovely neck before he thought of looking up, but then
again, perhaps the thought had failed to cross Glorfindel’s mind that he
had taken to the trees.

He crouched low upon the limb and slipped into a sitting position as
Glorfindel came to stand beneath him, his hands upon his slender hips,
one foot tapping in a most impatient manner as he looked about,
thoroughly confused and a possibly a bit worried. Haldir grinned, legs
dangling over the edge of the branch as he leaned back, grasping the
limb momentarily with both hands before letting go and swooping down
before Glorfindel, dangling upside down, long hair trailing like a
silver banner as it reached towards the forest floor.

“Raaaarrrr!” he growled at the startled golden Lord, flailing his arms
about crazily.

"Aiyyyyyaaaaaa!!!!" Glorfindel shrieked like a girl, as some form of
animal swooped down from the trees, most certainly intent on eating him.


Stumbling backwards, the golden Lord fumbled for his sword, twirling
about in a circle like a puppy chasing his tail, pulling at the air in
an attempt to defend himself against the tree beast.

Totally dizzy, and now perhaps a bit nauseous, Glorfindel steadied
himself with his arms outstretched and squinted at the snorting form
that hung from the tree.
Approaching slowly the seneschal focused in on the dangling arms and
long silken hair......

Heheheh.....it was Haldir. Snort!

Reaching up and leaning on the low branch, Glorfindel swung forward
almost meeting the March Warden eye to eye.

"Heheh,,,,,, I thought you were going to eat me meleth-nin....." With a
little growl, the seneschal nibbled on the tip of the Galadhrim’s nose.

Haldir clutched as his sides, shaking with silent laughter as he swayed
like a wind-teased vine wrapped around the branch. Poor Glorfindel. . .
he should feel bad for scaring him so. But he did not.


Haldir chuckled. “You should have seen yourself, lirimaer. . .stumbling
about like a scared girl-child.” He the cupped Glorfindel’s face in his
hands and kissed the pliantly full lips. “But I am not going to eat
you. . .unless, that is, you desire me to. . .”

Glorfindel leaned into the March Wardens kiss, the feel of his inverted
lips upon his a r a rather delightful experience. Nibbling at Haldir
as he swung from the branch, the golden Lord smiled against the wavering
lips.


" Ohhhh I think that I might just be more than you could devour whole,
my love" Glorfindel pushed away from the branch and swung Haldir back
and forth with his arm.

" Now I would imagine you want to show me more than your acrobatic
skills, meleth?? Mmmmm but I must admit," The seneschal tried to catch
his lips as he swung back in his direction, “You are quite
limber......."

Haldir grinned, clasping the upper portion of Glorfindel’s bare arms
within his grasp, steadying himself. “Aye, meleth. I am that,” he
said mischievously, flicking his tongue lightly over the seneschal’s
lips before curling himself upward once more and grasping the tree limb
with both hands.

He flipped over the top of the branch and landed in a crouch upon its
roughened surface a moment before leaping lightly to the ground to stand
before Glorfindel.

“Do you think that you can manage to even pull yourself into that tree
without falling, my love, for I very much wish for you to see the view
of the river from a new height, but perhaps . . .in your. . .enhanced
condition, this would not be such a good idea. . .” Haldir mused,
trailing his finger along Glorfindel’s chest and down to his navel where
he circled teasingly with one fingernail. “Although, you will find that
when you express affections in the Golden Wood, the trees tend to
magnify your ardor.”

Glorfindel’s whole body shivered at the March Wardens teasing touch.
Moaning softly, he leaned forward and tasted the taunting lips, drawing
their soft swell between his teeth and suckling their sweetness till he
could stand it no more.

His breathing a bit ragged, the golden pushed away from Haldir, his
eyes glittering,
“Ooh I am not so old that I do not carry a few surprises my love."
Glorfindel grinned wickedly and tugged at the March Wardens breeches.

" Shall I go first, meleth,,,,,,, or are afraid I may fall on you?"

Haldir snorted a laugh. “By all means,” he said, indicating the tree
with a sweeping gesture of one hand, “climb, lirimaer.”

He then grabbed Glorfindel by the shoulders and drew him close, searing
the soft lips with a fiery kiss. “And fear not, my love, for if you
fall, I shall catch you.”

Glorfindel approached the tree with just a bit of trepidation, but if
course he was not about to let it show. Touching the roughened bark
with his hand, he closed his yes and was rewarded with a tickle beneath
fingfingers. Oh, by Elbereth, even the tree was giggling.

With a grin, he crouched down low like a cat ready to pounce and leapt
up as high as he could, just managing to wrap his forearms around the
thick lower branch, his feet dangling below him.

Kicking, no flailing. . .with his legs, he pried lon long limb to curl
about the branch and hoisted himself to sit astride the support.

Grinning down at Haldir, he removed his hands and waggled them at the
March Warden, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward wrapping
his arms around the thick wood.

Haldir could not help himself. He sank to his knees upon the leaf
strewn ground and practically whooped with laughter until he nearly
choked, clutching at his sides while tears of mirth streamed down his
cheeks.

“Oh Mordor’s madness!” Haldir guffawed, flopping onto his side and
curling into a position of fetal mirth upon the forest floor.
“G-G-Glorf-f-f-iiiindel. . .!”

Still tittering with uncontrollable fits of giggles, Haldir staggered to
his feet and squinted at the limb just above Glorfindel’s head. Taking
a step back, he crouched momentarily and sprang high into the air,
catching the flexible branch in one hand and vaulting himself to sit
beside Glorfindel.

He wrapped his arms around the disgruntled Lord and squeezed him
affectionately, laughing all the while.

“Do you know that I adore you?” Haldir asked, grinning stupidly as he
placed a wet kiss upon Glorfindel’s cheek.

Watching the golden Lord learn was positively endearing to Haldir and he
could not help but love him all the more for his clumsiness, for the Elf
was usually so graceful, so to see this side of him was a rarity.

Glorfindel watched with minor annoyance as the Galadhrim broke down in
hyste, as, as he clung to the branch. Heh,,,,, well at least he was
still in the tree, and that was good sign. Annoyance turned to
inferiority as Haldir leapt up to sit beside him, with barely enough
leap to vault Glorfindel over a puddle. How do they do this??????

Pushing himself up to sit, Glorfindel managed to swing his leg over to
sit perched on the branch, however he was not letting go. Glancing over
at the snickering Galadhrim, the seneschal swung his legs one at time
as they dangled below him.

" Okay...... where to now?"

Haldir laid a hand upon Glorfindel’s wrist. “Ah, meleth. Perhaps we
shall save climbing for another time when you are not so. . .
stimulated.” He slid backwards against the solidity of the tree’s
massive trunk and breathed deeply, the fragrant air of the forest calm
and uplifting. “Let us take leave and make our path upon the ground.”

Haldir leaned forward and grasped the branch, sprawling upon it like a
lazy cat before sliding off the side with purposeful and somewhat
inebriated languidness. “Shall I show you an easy way to get down?”

Glorfindel looked over at the lounging Galadhrim with raised brows. He
got up here with no help and he would come down the same way. Shooting
Haldir his best , eat dung smile, Glorfindel leaned back to swing his
leg towards the back of the branch so he could slide off..
The tree however had another idea, and as he leaned back, Glorfindel
swore it tipped him right off,,,,,,,,and he slid backwards, grabbing the
branch with his knees and dangling in mid air before dropping face
first with a most ungraceful thud to the leaves and dirt below. Rolling
over onto his back, the seneschal collected himself , spitting bits of
leaves and dirt out of his mouth once more.