Hunter's Moon - The Pursuit

Thanks to Marie for the excellent beta read.
Summary: Legolas knows not his own capacity for desire. Haldir, master of the sexual arts, decides to teach him.
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.

Hunter’s Moon - The pursuit

Diamonds of sunlight winked on the edges of rain-washed leaves as the sun streamed though the clouds dancing across the morning sky. Nothing delighted Legolas more than a quiet walk through forest pathways which glittered by the light of the sun and moon, his mind lost in the beauty of his beloved forest. That, Haldir mused, was precisely the problem.

Within the Elven communities, certain Elves were known for their talents in particular areas. Legolas was recognized for his skill with a bow; Haldir was known for his mastery of sexual matters. Each Elf who came of age welcomed a visit from the muscular, silver-haired teacher. Haldir was a master of his art. His charisma suited the full range of techniques from feather soft delicacy to raw, desiring lust. His large silver-blue eyes missed nothing as they saw into the soul, searching to find the exact combination of pleasures for the satisfaction that the mind and body of the one he was with ached for. Many an Elf had rapidly learned their true capacity for sexual pleasure through Haldir’s teachings, guided by his skillful hands and lithe body. Some of these instructions required rather rough handling, but Haldir had never taken an Elf against its will.

Only one Elf had refused Haldir’s offers. Haldir knew Legolas would never agree to a good slicking from him. He had noticed the young Prince withdraw quietly when games turned sexual. Legolas’ duties as a Pr of of Mirkwood had often kept him away from the other Elves during the time allowed for such play, and he found it easier to shy away than risk somehow disgracing himself. The King, for reasons entirely his own, had not taken the time to explain the vast range of playful adventures. There was always a slight fear behind the Prince’s eyes, and in respect for his position and his choices. The other Elves let him be.

Eventually, King Thranduil sent word to Haldir in Lothlorien. The note was brief:

“During the upcoming Hunter’s Moon festival, teach Legolas what he needs to know.”

During the cooling days of the fall season preparations were made for the Hunter’s Moon festival. Elves were invited from far and wide to assemble at Lothlorien for a day of hunting, a day of feasting and finally a night of consummating the desires felt throughout all Elven communities. Reigned emotions and bodies were allowed to run free on this night in which consent of those involved was the only rule. Haldir went about his responsibilities, but Legolas was never far from his thoughts. He knew that the mind of such nsitnsitive Elf would never agree to partake in the more adventurous rituals unless… Talking qui to to himself Haldir decided, “Ah, young Prince, since your head would deny you, I shall have to ask your heart.”

----The Next Evening---

Legolas tossed and turned uncomfortably in his sleep. His sweating body was incongruous with the cool night air, but it was a different world he was trapped in. Haunting images stole into his dreams. They swirled around him in the form of a silver shape emerging from a suffocating darkness. Closer…closer…upon him now, Legolas tried desperately to escape but his legs would not obey his commands. The silver shape became more defined as Legolas called out in fright. Jerking awake, the name of the figure escaped his lips before he could push the terrifying memory away.

“Haldir.”

A voice spoke quietly from behind, “Our bodies need more than lembas to be nourished, and they need more than a single type of touch.” Legolas spun around to see the faintly illuminated form of Haldir regarding him from a dim corner of the room.

“I have all the touch I desire,” countered Legolas defensively.

“Nay, you know not your own capacity for desire,” Haldir returned smoothly as he slipped silently from the room. Legolas barely caught the faint echo of final words.

“…but you will.”


----The next morning----


Legolas had been unable to return to more restful dreams. He arose with the light of dawn to seek solace in the forest, but the sense of someone watching him robbed him of even the trees’ soothing touch. Having nowhere to settle, Legolas wandered around in solitude. He would, on occasion, spin quickly around in hopes of catching sight of the presence he felt stalking him, despite his inner reluctance of meeting it. He ignored the passing mealtimes; he had no desire to see Haldir in the halls of the palace.

Alas, he could not avoid Haldir for long.

The final night of the Hunter’s Moon festival arrived. The Elves gathered on their wooden talans built high in the trees overlooking the clearing. A few participants chose to remain on the ground, however, to feel the upcoming music more intensely.


Three large drums were arranged in a row on the dance-worn ground in the center of the clearing. Circled around them sat several Elves with differing percussion instruments. Haldir and two other male Elves stood ready with thick wooden drumsticks the length of a forearm.

The silence of anticipation focused all eyes on the circle of performers.

Haldir called out a strong forest-rattling command as they slowly raised the sticks over their heads before pulling them back. A final explosive bark of his voice started the performances as the three Elves struck the hides in perfect unison.

Haldir’s body rose and fell as he struck the giant drum. Deep booms of explosive sound resonated from the drum as if it came from the earth herself. Up through the chests of the watching Elves it pulsed, beating, stirring and exciting their passions. The raw sensual music both entertained and aroused the watchers.

Haldir struck the drums repeatedly, his muscles dancing under the moonlight, silvery hair flicking across his back with each movement. The beauty was crafted from both the sound of the drummers and the gracefully powerful, yet graceful strokes. The three Elves spun and rotated position along the row of drums without breaking the rhythm - two Elves continuing while the third returned down the to to the first drum.

Knowing glances of invitation were cast and accepted as pairs of Elves slipped away quietly into the forest glades. Leaving the performance alone was considered impolite and thus Legolas remained bound to the perch on which he sat, uncomfortable and cold.

As the Prince observed the ritual drumming, his eyes wandered along the three dancing backs. His gaze was drawn to the strongest of the group, and he gasped involuntarily as that Elf turned and he caught sight of Haldir’s brief, but penetrating, glance in his direction as he danced back down the line. He hoped it was a random glance thrown out as a part of the performance, but every time Haldir returned down the line, the silver-blue eyes flicked meaningfully in his direction.

Legolas shivered.

Few Elves remained as the performance ended. Glad of the freedom to leave, Legolas hurried off into the forest to be alone with his thoughts. Trying as he might to think of calming thoughts, the image of that dancing back and those silver-blue eyes flashed into his mind. “No, I can not, I know not how…I am afraid. No,” he whispered to himself in a troubled voice. He hurried passed several glades without entering when he saw the foliage at the entrancesrranrranged by Elven hands to indicate they were occupied. Entering an empty one he stood quietly, drawing in a deep breath. The exhalation froze in his lungs as he realized someone else occupthe the space with him and stood a short distance in front of him.

Haldir.

Breathing deeply, the bare-chested Elf looked straight into Legolas’ wide eyes as he spoke. “It is the Hunter’s Moon, and it is you I shall hunt,” his voice husky yet calm. Turning his gaze behind him to the eastern forest he continued. “If you evade me until the dawn, I will leave you be.” Haldir swiveled his head to fix his gaze back onto the challenged Elf. The glade was empty. Legolas had fled.

The confident grin of a seasoned hunter spread across Haldir’s face as he took off after his prey.

Legolas ran like an animal possessed, racing relentlessly onward, heedless of the moonlit beauty around him. The breath of Haldir was strong in his mind, driving onwaonward without pause or rest. His eyes took in the twists and turns of the paths he mapped out before him, sight, sound, leaves, trees, rocks, trails both false and true as he flew across the terrain leaving no trace of his presence. His goal was simply distance, there was no time to use the best techniques of concealment, so he strove to put as many footfalls between himself and Haldir.

Centuries of practice directed his mind and body across the forest. With lightning-strike swiftness, potential courses were detected, evaluated, then discarded or chosen. His lithe body responding instantly to the courses thus decided upon. Only two signs marked the Elf’s flight; A brief shadow flitting across the forest floor, followed by the slight resettling of disturbed air.

Swish.

Silence.

Strong and sure-footed legs carried Legolas over the rough terrain. Fallen trees, muddy patches, low overhangs were all deftly avoided without the slightest drop in speed. Lips parted, Legolas filled his lungs to capacity for the run of his life. Carefully placed hands allowed him to vault over that which was too high to jump.

Haldir ran as a predator through the forest, the scent of his prey surrounding his nostrils and minds ins intent was fixed solidly on the one who had eluded him above all others. The long strides of strong legs ate up the ground he barely touched as his pursuit intensified like the light of the sun crushing the stars from the night sky. The inextinguishable flame within Haldir drove him onward in the single-minded pursuit of Legolas. With no need of concealment and freshly rested from a good sleep and meal the night before, Haldir steadily closed the distance.

Legolas ran on, his body heated with the exertion of pushing himself beyond his normal journeys. Without breaking stride he removed his tunic and, curling into a ball, flung it over a small rise. He knew it would catch unseen on a small tree growing there and he could retrieve it later. The coolness of his sweat-soaked undergarment refreshed him as he continued onward in his relentless goal to put as much distance between himself and his pursuer.

Legolas reached the stream he sought and ran straight into it, turning his right foot downstream slightly and leaning a little more weight onto it to leave an almost imperceptible imprint there. He continued his turn downstream and skipped ahead of the water winding along its slow path as it meandered lazily through the forest. A short way down he found the rocky outcrop he was looking for. Leaping up onto the rock he left again only the slightest imprint of a fleeing foot on the moss covered surface. Smiling to himself he jumped backwards into the water once more and reversed course back upstream.

Haldir reached the entry point of the stream Legolas had passed by earlier. Tracking the Elf’s trail easily into the cold water, smirking at the mistake Legolas’ haste had drawn from him.

His scanning eyes missed nothing; not even the faint disturbance of the moss on one of the rocks at the water’s edge. Veering towards it he recognized the partial shape as Legolas’ foot print. “Mind of an Orc!” Haldir chided himself, lips curling in disgust, as he recognized the false exit. One imprint was a mistake; two was a diversion. He had underestimated Legolas.

He reversed direction and headed back upstream.

A wicked smile of anticipation crossed Haldir’s face as he detected Legolas’ scent. He had often worn down the Elves he pursued, and the actual capture was easy in the end. Silently he crept around the small rise, then leapt at the small cluster of trees sheltering the forest green shape of the one he hunted. Stifling a frustration-fueled scream that threatened to shake the forest, Haldir clutched the limp green fabof Lof Legolas’ tunic. Rolling it up, he tucked it into his belt and ran on.

The two Elves ran on into the early night.

Descending a slope while crossing a small valley, Legolas noticed his coordination start to go. He scolded himself inwardly for the inadvertent footprint he had left when he struggled to maintain his balance on landing from a jump. As he climbed out of the valley he zigzagged to conserve his strength. But it was a losing battle. Haldir had caused lack of sleep, loss of appetite and now a relentless pace. Too late Legolas realized the intentions behind Haldir’s actions.

Haldir had known roughly where Legolas’ endurance would fail him. The increasing signs of weariness made the tracking all the easier. Knowing the few options of escape open to Legolas in this part of the forest, hun hunter chose his shortcut. A final burst of speed from Haldir sent him across Legolas’ path as he cut him off. Slamming into Legolas and knocking him off his feet, Haldir pinned down the fleeing Elf.

Legolas’ breaths came hard from his run. Pinned beneath the greater weight and strength of Haldir, his struggles were reduced to a symbolic attempt to blow Haldir off him. But even such an effort was deflecas Has Haldir used his own heated breath to push back against the blast of air being shot at him. Haldir pressed his chest closer to Legolas’. “Feel the heartbeat of inevitability,” he commanded, pressing himself ever closergolagolas could feel the strong rhythm of the forest beating in Haldir’s chest. He could feel his own heart instinctively synchronize with it; two hearts beating as one, sustaining one body as Haldir readied himself to join with Legolas. Legolas cried out in frustration as his body betrayed him, His own shaft heating, growing in response, jolts of sexual pleasure stabbing at his resistance. He could feel himself being drawn into Haldir like a flame reaching up for the air it must consume to survive. The insistent heat of the dominant Elf brought out the response he was seeking in the one beneath him.

He would not be denied.

Sliding his hips against Legolas’ he fanned the growing desire in his prey. Legolas cried out again in dismay as the flame within him expanded, driving out conscious thought and replacing it with a depth of desire Legolas had never known in himself. His next cry was stifled into a rapid inward gasp of pleasure as Haldir bore down triumphantly. The remaining strength of resistance was draining out of his prize as Legolas gave in to what he could no longer control in himself. Haldir felt Legolas’ limbs go limp beneath him as he finally surrendered. Haldir timed his thrusts to the joined beating of their hearts; the two Elves rocking in a united rhythm, their erections grinding together in a passionate dance.

Haldir sat up as he released Legolas’ wrists, but the freed Elf did not move. Haldir reached up and entwined his fingers in the delicate hands lying above the beautiful head. He then lifted the arms up and laid them out to the sides of their bodies before releasing them. Turning his hands palm upwards, Haldir moved his arms under Legolas’ shoulders and placed his hands behind the head of the Elf lying before. Ge. Gently lifting and cradling the head off the ground, he lowered himself onto the body of his prey once more. Smiling lips found the delicate ear framed by golden hair.

“Do you desire this?” Haldir whispered, letting the air tickle the sensitive ear.
Legolas moaned helplessly.

Not satisfied with the response, Haldir ground his hips against Legolas’ once more, slowly, deliberately with the promise of more to come.
“Do you desire this?” he asked again.

A disembodied voice Legolas recognized as his own cried out, “Yes, I desire it. Please.”

Haldir released Legolas as he sat back. Deftly he removed the last of the Prince’s clothing. As he looked upon the beautiful body lying in wait, he swiftly removed his own leggings before settling himself over Legolas once again. From the pile of discarded clothing he reached for a small vial of oil he had carried with him. Haldir had planned the capture well. Pouring some of the contents onto his palm, he set the remainder aside and turned his attention back to Legolas. Locking his eyes into a determined gaze at the face looking up at him, Haldir wrapped his long fingers around both their straining shafts as he aed ted the oil. Legolas’ hips bucked at the touch. “Yes, you need a good slicking.” Haldir smiled as he completed the task with longer, slower strokes that moved down between Legolas’ thighs, down deeper between the muscular rounds.

Haldir watched the Elf writhe beneath him, lost in the sexual world Haldir had created for him. Having worn Legolas down both mentally and physically, the final capture had not been difficult. Legolas had nothing left but his own unexplored need that with Haldir’s skills, came to the surface with unrestrained power. Haldir continued to grind their erections together, occasionally feeling with his fingertips, to assess how Legolas was progressing. The sensitive finger pads wandered across Legolas’ tightening balls. With a grin of triumph, Haldir rubbed against Legolas with the final two determined thrusts, the last one triggering an explosive cry from both of them.

They shot in unison, the glowing white arcs of Elven seed shooting between their bodies. Haldir rubbed his chest over Legolas, spreading the result of their sex across both their muscled bellies. Reaching forward for a quick breath-stealing kiss, Haldir sat back and let Legolas behold their chests glistening in the moonlight.

“I need…” Legolas began as he reached for Haldir.

Haldir backed away as he commanded, “No, tell me what you need. Speak it.”
Legolas sear Hal Haldir’s face with wide eyes and seeing the restraint the Elf above him was willing to draw on, spoke out his request. “I need…I need you to release in me,” Legolas finished, as he continued to watch the face before him for any sign of compliance. Haldir did not move.

Legolas reached out again and gently placed his hand on the strong shoulder of the one kneeling before him. Still Haldir did not move. Legolas’ need filled eyes pleaded with Haldir, unfulfilled sexual frustration driving him wild. Finally Haldir spoke. “If this is what you desire, then it is offered to you, but you must take it with your desire. Show me how much you need this!”
aspiasping Haldir violently by the shoulders Legolas pulled Haldir toward him as they fell back onto the leaf covered ground. Parting his legs on either side of Haldir’s he lowered his grip to the strong hips and drew them toward his own. Their erections touched briefly, inflaming them both further. Legolas’ hands guided Haldir’s heat to the intimate place he wanted to feel the anticipated sexual thrusting and fulfillment. He raised his legs up to give Haldir easier access. “I desire you in me. Now!” Legolas demanded forcefully.

“That’s better,” Haldir praised as he moved back in toward Legolas. Taking the long upraised legs in both hands, he opened them further while he placed the tip of his pulsing erection at the target Legolas had asked for. With a slow, sensual push, Haldir entered the Elf in one smooth move. A silent scream of pain and pleasure froze on Legolas’ face as his back arched.

Haldir’s expert precision in both timing and movement had enabled ho imo impale Legolas without causing him unnecessary pain. “Breathe,” he instructed Legolas as he began a slow pulsing of his hips. Haldir demonstrated by grunting out is own pleasure with every inward push. Legolas heard the delight with which the Elf above him took in sharing his body. It reassured the last lingering doubts about himself and he gave himself over to the sensation; his own exhalations carrying the sound of his fulfillment.

Haldir watched Legolas’ body jump and writhe beneath him, enjoying the satisfaction of a successful hunt that lead to finally reaching the reticent Prince. Legolas was helpless to his own naked desire as it opened him to devour all that Haldir had to show him. Grasping Haldir’s heat deep within him, both Elves felt the joy of taking and being taken as they ascended to their mutual peak. Haldir reached down to take Legolas’ slick sex in his hand. Synchronizing his final determined thrusts with masterful strokes up and down the throbbing shaft, Haldir pushed them both over the edge. A unified scream of pleasure burst from their lips as their bodies convulsed in the final throes of intimacy. Legolas felt himself shoot into Haldir’s hand while feeling Haldir shoot deep within him.

A moment of timeless sce pce passed between them before Haldirhdrehdrew. Gently he lowered Legolas’ legs back down. Legolas did not move save for the rise and fall of his chest with the breathing of one who has known deep fulfillment. The last of his energy had been spent in the final fireworks of passion that Haldir had lit within his body. Haldir reached over for the small flagon of Miruvor he had carried with him and tilting Legolas’ head forward, poured a little of the refreshing liquid into the exhausted Elf’s mouth. Laying Legolas’ head back down, Haldir got up and walked off a short distance to get some bedding material for them both.

Haldir returned to where he had left Legolas. The exhausted Elf lay where he had been left. Haldir gently picked up Legolas and carried him over to the soft bedding. Haldir was a little concerned by how limply Legolas lay in his arms, he had expected some recovery by now. He realized that Legolas had pushed himself dangerously close to his limits, such had been his fear. Knowing the weakened Elf would need some help to ward off the night chill, Haldir lay Legolas down and arranged himself close behind him to provide some extra warmth through the night.

Leaning up on one elbow, Haldir looked over at Legolas’ face, noticing the open eyes staring softly ahead. Tenderly he brushed a strand of golden hair off of Legolas’ face. “Close your eyes,” he advised, “you need a healing sleep to recover faster. I will watch over you during the night.” Nestling back into Haldir’s care, Legolas sighed contentedly as his eyes closed. “Thank you for freeing me from my confinement,” he whispered as restful dreams wrapped around his consciousness. Haldir watched over Legolas as the moon crossed the night sky. Speaking quietly to the sleeping form beside him he asked, “Ah young Prince, where shall I chase you next?”

Legolas awoke late the following morning feeling recovered from the night’s activities. Haldir lay beside him, fee feeling the young Prince return from his dreams, welcomed him to the dawn with a gentle kiss. Haldir looked into Legolas’ eyes and saw no sign of regret. A wicked smile crossed his face as he declared, “Though the Hunter’s Moon wanes, I shall hunt you again.”

Legolas’ eyes flew open as he leapt up. Grinning, he sped off, crashing through the forest, leaving a very obvious trail of footprints…


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