Mela

Mela
By Isabel Schemes
Part One: Walking, Fighting Sex
Disclaimer: All original characters belong to me, everything to J.R.R. Tolkien
Summary: (Legolas/Haldir) Virginal Haldir comes to help defend Mirkwood, where he meets notorious sex god Legolas. Surely the two can't fall in love... or can they? The torrid romance with a plot that seeks to redefine the meaning of love and sex


The first place we met, I remember, was beneath the canopy of Mirkwood. He stood before my crouched form, glowing in the humidity of the day. He was smiling; a tricky, lazy smile that only second princes could wear. Our retinue was bowed before him and his father, bringing the good will of Lothlorien to the darkened land. We were warriors, sent to help defend the evil infested wood. Little did I know that that one summer would change the course of all my many years to come.

“Welcome, galadrhim of Lothlorien. You are most welcome in these woods, although I wish our meeting were under better circumstances. Come now, no need to bow,” Thranduil commanded and we all stood, “You must be weary from your travels, and no doubt famished. My youngest son, Legolas, will take you to the barracks and then to the mess hall,”

“Mess hall? Is that what you call your dining room m’Lord?” Our captain at the time Neenar, who was notoriously familiar with royalty, quipped.

“Hah! You uptight Lothlorien elves must give everything a fancy name!” Thranduil replied, “Now off with you all,”

It was my first visit to the former Greenwood, and I must admit I was dazed by my introduction. Never before had I seen elves live with such a free lifestyle, unbound by propriety and pomp. Although these elves were very strung up about defense and war, they took the greatest pleasure from the smallest things. I figure they’ve learned to appreciate life, now that it is often short for them. Anyways, Neenar stayed behind to consult with the king and his heir, Ahdri, while we followed the swaying form of the golden prince.
He wore a white shirt with delicate golden embroidery that flowed over his tan breeches. Like most elves in Mirkwood not on duty, Prince Legolas wore no boots or sandals. His hair was tied back into one loose and messy braid. He must have just come from bed. I alreknewknew how the others in my patrol would react to the famed Prince. It was no lie that the Prince was of a special, almost pure beauty. His skin was golden from the sun and his body spoke to the many hours he must enjoy in nature’s cradle. But, the greatest aphrodisiac of Legolas was the sway of his hips and the rhythm he walked with, spoke with and moved with. It was as if the Prince was always teasing and playing with your senses. And he knew it. God, did he know his sexual power We We said nothing as we were shown our beds, nor as we entered the mess hall. The golden Prince with his sinfully gorgeous face went to wait by the door as we gathered our food from the kitchen. Inside, my older cousin Rayyur pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

“By all the stars shining in the heavens, did you see him, lad?! I say, the rumors do his beauty no justice!” he fettered.

“Who?” I feigned ignorance. I was interested to hear his take on the Prince. A soft murmu con conversation rose up around us. I couldn’t help but assume it was all chatter about their host.

“Oh you know who! The Prince Legolas. I hear he’s wicked with a bow and about as rough in bed. What say you, cousin? Has he enticed you to give up your virginity?” Rayyur clapped me lightly on the arm, and then rubbed his hands together in excitement. Rayyur was the connoisseur of bedmates, and this Prince a rare find for hind hnd his bed). I looked away briefly, glancing back at the Prince.

“Well?”

“He’s a beauty alright, but a feminine one at that. I thought you liked your mates strong and manly! Why else would you med that man from the west, hmm?” I answered playfully.

“Ah young Haldir, you have much to learn in the way of males,” Rayyur wound his arms around me and turned me so I could look upon the unwitting Prince.

“Notice the curve of his biceps and the veins in his forearm. They are from his training as an archer. His chest and his hips are nice and lean, yes, but look at his thighs and calves. They are well defined from years of running. Aye, he has the flexible body of an archer and that’s what makes him so delectable. Although he has a pretty face, his body speaks to the masculine beauty he is. Aye, he’s so strong Haldir that he could lift you up while he impaled you on his cock!” Rayyur chucked as I blushed and dove away from his embrace to grab my plate. Flushing hotly I filled my plate with vegetables and fish. Rayyur was always vulgar, and normally I was immune to his dirty quips, but somehow this time he made me feel like the silly virgin I was. Or maybe it was not Rayyur that had me revealing my sexual status; mayhap it was the Prince’s capturing gaze.
His deep laugh rumbling in his throat, Rayyur softly gripped my chin in his large calloused hand.
Leaning in, he said, “Be careful my sweet cousin- ‘Lest you fall in love with that vixen!” His finger dove out and toyed with my nose as the elves all laughed at his wise advice.

You see, I was young then and still a virgin. Never before had I known a lover, and I hotly detested the idea of finding one – female or male. The other elves knew of my case, and although I was often the center of their ridicule, I knew (if needed) the entire patrol would be there to fight for my dignity.
As we began our meal, the Prince sauntered his way through the crowd, introducing himself and meeting the elves he’d soon be working with. I gulped nervously as he made his way to us. Rayyur straightened up a bit and nudged me with his elbow. His remark circled in my head and a steamy image of the Prince impaling me rose in my mind. Silverware clattered from my fingers as I drove the fantasy from my head. Nervously, I reached out my hand to greet the Prince. I was surprised as he drew me up from my seat and into an awkward hug. Smiling that damnable lazy smile, his voice rolled over me as honey does over summertime strawberries.

“Good day stranger! I am Prince Legolas, but please, for the sake of friendship, call me Legolas. And you are…” He struggled for a name. I opened my mouth to reply, but only a stupid, choked breath of air came wheezing out.

“Ughh…”

“Haldir. Haldir of Lothlorien,” Rayyur offered for me, his face crinkling in mirth. Damn! Legolas laughed out loud at my nervousness, gripping me fiercely on my bicep, the way warriors do.

“There is no need to be embarrassed Haldir!” The Prince gave me one of his breathtaking smiles before turning his attention to Rayyur. Perfect I thought, absolutely perfect. The way his skin spread across his cheekbones was absolutely hypnotizing. As I watched the Prince grip hands with my cousin, I felt a sliver of jealousy rise in me. I knew the familiar gleam in Rayyur’s eyes as he summed up a potential bedmate, and s evs even more alarmed by how Prince Legolas returned the lusty gaze. Sighing, I watched the Prince walk away before turning my glower at my cousin.

“Hah, don’t you worry cousin,” Rayyur comforted me, “I won’t lay a finger on him, if you want him that is,”

“You do want him don’t you?” I couldn’t answer. Here I was in the midst of an absolute sex god and I was confused. I had always promised myself to stay away from the heartbreak of love and sex, but I could feel that rule slip away, along with every coherent moral I had ever created in my naïve state.

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“Hmmm? What’s the matter, a’mael?” Amrun pressed his soft lips across my collar bone as he drew me back to his bed. I sighed and pulled his head closer to my chest. From the first minute I saw him on his knees, I knew what kind of lover he would be, and I wanted him. So far I had pulled soft young elves to my bed, ones who were still groping their way towards becoming sexual beasts (no pun intended), but this Haldir was pure. It was obvious to anyone that the elf was inexperienced in the ways of passion.

“Legolas?” My young l ran ran his soft hands up my arms. I groaned softly; Amrun was proving to be a needy lover and it had only been two weeks! That’s what I hated most about bedding younger elves – they always became clingy after you had your way with them. Amrun was lucky enough I had found him sweet enough to bed for two weeks; he didn’t have to ruin our sexual bliss by pretending to be my lover.

“Mela?” Amrun asked again.

“Do not call me so,” The words came harshly from my lips and I could see him recoil. Trying to soothe him, I brought him back to my arms, though he was reluctant.

“Why… why do you say such things?” his eyes were clouding over in tears.

“I just don’t want you to commit yourself to something you do not know!” I replied softly. My reply drove him to despair. Wailing, like a child, he pushed away from me.

“Who are you to tell me what I know? I am not a child!” He cried.

“You are acting like one,” I retorted.

“Shut up! You… you make me this way, you inconsiderate jerk! I was only asking is you were alright and here you go and-” I cut off his raging before he said something he’d regret.

“Shh now, I’m sorry Amrun. Come here,” Gently I pulled him to my body. Always the gentleman, I untangled his hair and felt him relax nst nst me, his wet cheeks sliding against my bare chest. I must confess his desperate output of emotion made me cringe, but I did not need a miserable lover right now. Quite the contrary, actually. As his tears ceased, I pulled his lips to mine and caressed his tongue with mine. Slowly, as to not startle him in his fragile high-strung state, I lifted up his sleeping gown and ran my hadowndown his thighs. Oh the silly child, he fell for my sweet words and right into my trap; although one must admit it was a tantalizing trap. His moaned into my mouth as my tongue took control of his. Hah, the randy slut straddled my lap and ground his groin into mine.

“Oh, you slut,” I moaned. He moaned with me, and he slowly undid my pants. With a quirky grin, he dove down upon me like a man who hadn’t seen food for days. He licked the crown of my cock, slowly at first, and then swallowed my entire length. I moaned and bucked into my young lover, pushing my cock all the way into his wet mouth. His hot cavern never ceased to please me. Amrun’s mouth set up a pace on my cock, running the palm of his tongue over the bottom side of my dick, and then slowly collecting my precum on his lips. I was in bliss as his mouth took me in repeatedly, yet I was startled to find that when I looked down on him, I imagined Haldir who was sucking me.
Well… perhaps I wasn’t so startled. I’ve never been known to not indulge a fantasy. I envisioned a virgiHaldHaldir trying to take my length into his inexperienced, yet eager mouth, and his throat clenching down on my dick for the first time. As I shot my cum into Amrun’s mouth, I pictured Haldir trying to swallow as best he could and allowing a little cum to spill from his lips. As we finished our intercourse of sorts, I knew one thing was very clear to me. It was time to switch bedmates.

The loud shrill noise of the alarm rang through the air. Amrun’s body convulsed in surprise upon hearing the sound. I quickly stood and reached for my clothes. Still aroused, Amrun reached to pull me back.

“Please mela, do not go! If you were wounded or died, I’d be-” Coldly, I cut off his desperate pleas.

“Please, I don’t need this now,” I tugged on my armor quickly, before grabbing my weapons. As I made for the door, I glanced back at Amrun. For all his stupid, childish and faux-passion, he was a sweet elfling and did not deserve my harshness. I returned to him for a moment and pressed a quick kiss on his lips.

“See you at dinner!”

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After lunch, we were given the entire afternoon to rest, which was rare for soldiers. Rayyur left me to play a board game on the barrack’s green. I went inside to my bed and slept. Here was another difference between Mirkwood and Lothlorien. Mirkwood elves kept their beds on the floor, while we had frames with which to hold our mattresses. I do admit that having a mattress on the earthen floor gives one much more freedom in sleep. Plus, the Mirkwood mattresses are much more comfortable.
I was asleep when towards late afternoon I a to to the loud ring of an alarm bell. The barracks soon filled with elves, grabbing armor and weapons. Noticing Rayyur in the fray, I joined him once I was equipped and we followed the group to the woods.
There we were met by Neenar, who sat atop his black stallion.

“Elves, we’re facing a group of spiders! They come from the East, and so far a good 50 have been sighted. Remember, none of us have fought these foul creatures, so beware of their poison and their sticky web! Their weakest point is their stomach, so see if you can’t flip them over and immobilize them. Don’t you dare underestimate them! I’m not loosing any one of you, alright?” Neenar’s plain show of concern for his patrol greatly heartened the elves, including the ones from Mirkwood. As every elf mounted their steed and gathered into their respective groups, Rayyur smiled at me. We performed our ritual salute before breaking away. Now, in foreign territory and facing an unknown enemy I wished Rayyur was there to watch my back, and me to watch his. I hastily tried to image ways of flipping over a spider, or disabling the place where it shot its web from. Hell- I didn’t even know where the spider shot its web from! I found myself slowly starting to panic, when I noticed the rider next to me. It was none other that Prince Legolas, riding his white mare and wearing polished armor of bamboo and leather. He used no reins on his horse (another odd trait of Mirkwood elves) and instead notched an arrow to his impressive bow.

“Don’t worry,” He told me briefly, “It’s not as hard as you think it is,”

“Then how do you kill them if you can’t flip ‘em over?” I was shouting above the din.

“ Get ‘em right in the head or where its spinners are –they’re on the backside of the spider. You can’t see their eyes, so the best way to locate the head is to look for the opposite side of the spinners –which they’ll be using like crazy,” Legolas informed me. I unsheathed my sword and did a few practice swings.

“You should warn your horse about the spider’s legs. He’ll probably have never touched something like it,” I nodded. He had no idea how grateful I was for his advice. The woods flew fast us as we rode on towards the east, away from the sun. We had just entered a huge vale when the entire group slowed to a halt. Fog drifted in through the green foliage and swarmed over the green grass. Slowly, groups began covering ground across from the hording spiders. Prince Legolas insisted that I stay near him.

“I don’t want you hurt on your first spider hunt,” was what he said. Nodded, I followed him to the front of the line. It was then that I noticed his face was painted with blue, yellow and green stripes. His face soon disappeared beneath a large helmet of metal bars and cloth. I tried to envision his face as I put on my own helmet. You could see the spiders massing behind the tress, hissing and spinning. Already they were creating a death trap for any elf unlucky to come to their side of the vale.
With Prince Legolas’s advice running through my head, I followed the Prince as we advanced on the spiders.

“Archers! Hold your fire until we get in range!” Legolas was shouting orders to his elves. We advanced slowly, wary of their web that shot a good twenty feet. When we were forty feet away, Legolas called open fire for archers. The spiders, enraged by the projectiles fired upon them, came charging. I was surprised with which the quickness they came. I dimly saw Prince Legolas unsheathe his sword befwe wwe were in the midst of a fray.
My first spider came upon me through the air. Surprised, my horse reared into the spider, hitting it on one of its legs. The front legs came upon me and pushed the air from my lungs. The spider fell to the forest floor as it tried to cling to my horse. It began to spin a web, but I managed to sweep down and stab into its head before it could finish. However, we were unlucky enough that its web did tangle my horse’s legs. Frightened, he topped over and couldn’t get up. I tried not to panic as my head connected to the ground and my leg was crushed between the horse and forest floor. Gasping for breath I tried to get out from under my horse, but to no avail.

“Saes, peace, my horse, peace!” I cried, though I do not think he heard me. As I struggled with my horse, another spider crawled up on top of my horse and loomed above me, clicking its legs together. I felt my horse spasm as he tried to endure the extra weight. My leg cracked; I could hear it. Desperate, I reached for my sword and while it was contemplating how to kill me, I killed it. The spider fell away, its stinking mass collapsing right atop my sword arm. From there I could see its eyes, staring back at me from the void of death. Scared, I tried to pull away but theder der was too heavy. Already another spider was looming above me, and this time I didn’t think I would be saved. For the first time in a long while, I felt tears run down my cheeks as another spider bent its head and nuzzled its prey. I was in for.

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