Teaching Haldir

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 the beneath 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.


None had dared to hold his gaze this eve , except one. Faer stared into clear blue eyes from across the circle, finding himself mesmerized by this pale beauty who was warming him with a fair blush, more than even the fire could account for.

The golden Elf had chosen no one to sport with so far this night, which meant either he was very particular, or very inexperienced. Faer weighed both options, finding either extremely intriguing. The gypsy eyed the fair beauty with a smoldering gaze. Perhaps, he thought, the elf waited for someone to choose him. And why not? He was fair.....and most delicious. Faer suppressed a shiver at the thought of taking this elf on the forest floor, his body spread beneath him, trembling with desire.

Indeed, he thought, his tongue darting out to wet his lips absently , he should claim the Elf himself . Staring across the darkened circle, Faer locked his gaze upon the golden lord , holding those clear blue eyes in his green, trying to impart his intentions silently across the circle.

Pulling himself to his feet slowly, Faer crossed the distance between them, his eager body sensing fulfillment , and beginning to respond before he even spoke to his chosen quarry.

Halting to stand beside Haldir, he laid his hand upon the Elfs shoulder imparting a gentleness to his behavior that he was not known for. When the young elf turned up his face to look upon him, Faer reached down and gently stroked the soft curve of his jaw, a smile ghosting across his lips. Holding the Elfs 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 and 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. Standing eye to eye with this fair creature, Faer took great pleasure in noticing that they twinned 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 staring into the pale blue eyes, Faer spoke softly, his breath warming the Elfs trembling fingers.

" Mae gouvannen, I am Faer .....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 name, for 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 and grinned seductively, for now he had name for this beauty, and he would wastetimetime 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 delicate touch across to gently tip a proud chin. Moving 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 the Elfs lips with his tongue 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 Elf 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 pairs of 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 this brazen Gypsy Elf just what it meant to kiss a Lorien native. If the youngling had any se he 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's body respond to his advance, returning the kiss with such extreme surrender that the dark elf was hard pressed to control himself. A taste sweeter than any honey he had ever sampleung ung to his lips as the elf in his arms melted into his embrace.
Faer had not expected such passion so soon or he would have taken this Elf away from the fire immeadiately ,claiming him within the seclusion of a darkened grotto, instead of before all of Lorien.

Faer broke the heated kiss with a small moan, his breathing quickening, and his heart beating in his ears. Dipensing with pleaslantries, the Gypsy elf took Haldir firmly by the hand and brought it to his lips once more, a seductive 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 towards the darkened ,more private, areas of the Lorien Woods. Once beneath the canopy of the trees, the dark elf spun quickly and pulled Haldir hard against his body, his firm arousal trapped between them.
Breathing hotly into his ear, Faer deferred to Haldir " I am sure meleth-nin" , He purred, " That you are far more familiar with these woods than I, perhaps you should lead"

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 moran aan 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.

Certainly a male could be no different from a female, for both responded to caress and kiss alike, but it was the art of lovemaking that baffled him in this instance. Not wantio aso ask, but praying to Ithil for guidance, he stood with the light of Her glowing radiance, awaiting Faer's next advance.

Faer found himself atop a grassy hillock, bathed in moonlight, shivering lightly, as a breeze stirred his ebon hair, and riffled the light silk of his shirt. There could not have been a more perfect spot in all of Arda to make love, and Faer smiled at the Elfs fine choice.

Moving closer, as much to warm himself as well as initiate the next move, Faer turned Haldir in his embrace to face the moonlight, holding him firmly from behind. Breathing in the Elfs soft green scent , he buried his face in the fragrant flaxen hair, and snaked his arms about Haldir's slender waist, nuzzling the golden Elf's neck and whispering in his ear. Faer let his hands roam across Haldir's abdomen, brushing lightly across his groin. Pleased with the moan that escaped the Elf's lips, Faer stroked more firmly, his tongue tracing the contours of Haldirs delicate ear.

" I desire you Haldir of Lorien........ lie with me "

Haldir shuddered as the hand rubbed him in a luridly passionate caress, feeling his arousal swell to its full stiffened hardness, straining through the leather of his breeches. He whirled around and pulled Faer against him, crushing his mouth with a desperately plundering kiss, not quite knowing what to do with his hands, unsure of where to touch the elf next. Burning need pulsed through his veins, searing him with a desire he knew not how to quench, but knowing that this Dark Elf held the key to his undoing.

Pulling away from Haldir's breath stealing kiss, Faer took the elf's hand in his and stilled their movement. At this rate of speed, Haldir would be finished before he ever got started. He was flattered the young elf was eager, but he also wanted it to last. Faer needed to slow things down a bit.

Smiling in the darkness, the dark elf removed his shirt, letting it flutter to the grass and reached over and divested Haldir of his tunic. Pushing his body close to the young elf's he brought Haldir’s hands to the laces of his breeches and covered them with his own, moving both their hands over his arousal in long strokes. Letting his head fall back, his raven hair tumbling over his shoulders , Faer wound his hands around Haldir’s back, allowing the elf continue his exploration.

This was far different from stroking his own flesh and Haldir shivered with delight, his fingers exploring the curves and ridges beneath the soft leather, unable to restrain himself, hand slipping beneath the band of Faer’s breeches, aching to touch the supple flesh of the elf’s arousal. The tips of his fingers brushed the heated flesh and he nearly jumped in surprise when Faer’s hardness twitched on its own accord.

Faer closed his eyes , his body responding quickly to Haldir’s tentative strokes, the leather of his breeches straining with every caress. Steadying himself on the Elf’s shoulders, Faer moaned softly as Haldir boldly slipped his hand below the stretched fabric, teasing the rigid flesh beneath, his hand halting its exploration at the dark elf’s response .
Faer opened his eyes and brought his hands to the laces of this breeches and upon loosening them slid Haldir’s hands lower, whispering breathily.

"Don't stop, meleth-nin....it feels wonderful."

Haldir swallowed a bit nervously and stroked the Dark Elf’s ever growing hardness before partially curving his fingers around it. His own arousal flared to bold attention at the forbidden caress, and he moaned, snaking his free hand down his own breeches almost unconsciously, seeking to touch himself in the same manner. . .needing to feel the touch of something. . .somewhere. . . and not quite knowing how to stoke the fire.

Faer felt Haldir stiffen slightly and moan , pleasured by his own touch. Leaning over slightly, he nuzzled the golden elf’s neck nibbling on his earlobe and nimbly untied the laces that trapped Haldir’s growing arousal. Slipping below the waistband he covered Haldir’s hand with his own , allowing the Elf’s own rhythmic stroke to guide his movement.
Tracing his tongue along Haldir’s jaw , he searched through heavy lidded eyes until he found the sensuous curve of the Elf parted lips and covered them with his own, suckling and exploring the pliant flesh thoroughly.

Hooking his free hand beneath the folds of the loosened breeches, Faer slid them over Haldir’s slender hips, exposing the curve of a well muscled backside.

Haldir pressed himself into Faer’s touch as his breeches slipped suddenly from his body, pooling in a ripple of black leather around his ankles. He stepped out of them, placing his hands almost shyly over his exposed skin, feeling somewhat awkward being nude in front of another male. . .yet being aroused fur further by the sight of Faer’s obvious excitement.

Breaking the kiss, his breath ragged, Faer quickly tugged his own breeches over his hips, freeing his straining member, the cool air pricking his heated skin into gooseflesh. Kicking the garment off to lay with his shirt, Faer closed the distance between them letting his hands softly trail down the length of Haldir’s body, his hands memorizing the soft curve of his back and coming to rest on the cusp of his hips. This elf was exquisite, the mere feel of his soft skin and gentle trembling testing Faer's self control. Slowly he traced heated kissed down the Elf’s pale throat, nuzzling at the base, before sliding down the creamy fleshed chest to dart his tongue around Haldir’s navel, his hands cupping the elf’s backside as he descended.

Haldir wound his fingers in the dark hair before him and gasped at the touch of Faer’s lips upon his cool skin, there heated kiss searing his flesh with desire. Slender hands gripped his buttocks and squeezed gently, so different from the manner of any maiden. . .and far more exciting. Haldir arched his hips to Faer’s caress, wanting. . .needing. . .

“Ah, lirimaer. . .” he panted desperately, “Aniron. . .a-aaaniron. . .” (I desire...I desire...)

But he did not know what it was exactly that his body needed, only that is must have it soon or he would certainly burn into cinders of unspent passion upon this very ground.

Haldir’s words of passion sent a shiver of desire through Faer's body so strong that he almost lost his balance, his body swaying slightly. Recovering, the dark elf brought his hand around to stroke the elf's erection, his breath fanning the tip as he whispered, "aniron lle, sui mae, Haldir.... meleth-nin."

Flicking the tip of Haldir’s arousal with his tongue, Faer guided the throbbing flesh into his mouth sealing his lips about the length and sliding them from base to tip, the fullness of the erection tickling the back of his throat with every pull of the rigid flesh.

“Aiiiiyaaa!” Haldir cried, unable to keep from thrusting into the heated mouth that threatened to suckle the pleasure from his trembling body before he had even begun to enjoy the sensuous slickness of Faer’s tongue.

Searingly hot need boiled within him and his body began to shudder against his will, unable to restrain himself as Faer’s tongue swirled and licked, teasing him into a nearly thrashing pleasure. He gripped the Gypsy Elf’s hair within his fist and plunged into the warm mouth, feeling his desire surge forward, unable to stop as his balance suddenly betrayed him and sent him crashing to his knees with a raw cry of lust, his hot seed spurting forth in a rush of pleasure so intense, that he nearly lost consciousness from its ferocity.

Faer fell to his hand and knees , Haldir’s excitement making it difficult to keep full contact with his thrusting shaft. The dark elf felt the shudder of the Elf’s eminent release and leaned forward, not wanting to lose the moment. As Haldir collapsed to the ground, the force of his orgasm pulsing though his body, Faer wrapped his arm around the small of the Elf’s back steadying him and swallowed quickly, not wanting to spill one drop of Haldir’s precious essence.

From the cover of dark foliage, Vhaelvyrn watched his son collapse from the mere touch of the Gypsy Elf’s lips and he shook his head with a smirk. Haldir was capable of far more than such surrender, especially in such haste! Still naked from his most recent excursion save the crimson cloak of the Warden of the March, he strolled casually from the edge of the clearing, cape billowing behind him in the breeze.

“You do realize that there is more to it than this, my son,” he called out in his sensuously melodic purr, startling Haldir out of his revelry with a gasp.