Mid-winter Magic

Title: Mid-winter Magic
Pairing: Haldir/Elrond & Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Summary: Haldir makes an unexpected discovery when he arrives in Imladris for the mid-winter festival.

Mid-winter Magic

Haldir revelled in the beauty of the natural world, and thought there was no place fairer than the Golden Wood he called home, but there was no denying how positively magical Elrond’s valley looked in its winter cloak. Imladris was already covered in a powdery white blanket with the branches of the trees sagging under the extra weight and the pathways becoming too difficult for even elvish eyes to see clearly. The whiteness covering everything glistened in sharp contrast to the dark of night and the crisp chill that filled the air and the eerie silence of the falling snow only served to add to the serenity of a winter’s night and the foulness of Haldir’s mood as he stood in the archway that served as both door and window to the balcony outside his chambers and scowled at the increasingly heavy snowfall.

Sent bearing a message of greetings and good tidings from the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien, Haldir had arrived well before the start of the mid-winter festivities. Celeborn’s mid-winter gift to his loyal Galadhel had been leave from his duties and permission to remain until he was ready to return. Aside from being given the heart of his beloved, there was no better gift he could have asked for, since he was now free to spend to some much needed time with Elrond.

He had expected to remain only a few months, but the winter snows had began falling the day he arrived in Imladris, and had lasted longer than usual after mid-winter had passed, and he was forced to remain in Imladris until the paths south were clear. Haldir had laughingly accused Elrond of using his powers to make sure they would have more time together. He smiled wistfully as he recalled Elrond’s response.

“Nay, ‘tis not my doing, although you might ask the same question of Galadriel. She is rather fond of you, you know. Besides but if all that was needed to keep you here were snowed in paths, then I would have long since begged the Valar to make it snow every day of the year,” Elrond had replied as he gathered his love into his arms and kissed him soundly.

“And had I not duties and obligations in Lothlorien, nothing would keep me from your side,” Haldir had replied sincerely.

“I know and I understand but I do not have to like the situation,” Elrond countered as he tenderly kissed away the tears of sadness that were beginning to well in the bright eyes of his beloved march warden. “However you are here now so let us not permit sorrow to mar our precious time together, let us take pleasure in every moment we can.”

“I would take my pleasure of you here and now,” Haldir had whispered suggestively in reply and feeling the same way, Elrond had quickly locked his study door and, using his desk as a bed, has proceeded to thoroughly ravish his lover, resting only long enough for their arousal to be renewed before allowing Haldir to return the favour.

Afterwards they had spent the afternoon walking hand in hand in the gardens, talking about events in their lives since they were last together so lost in each other that they forgot about the softly falling snow until the cold of damp clothes began to chill even the elvish blood when they had stopped to admire one of the few blooms that defied the winter. Trying to keep warm in the most pleasant way, they stood holding each other in a loving embrace, exchanging teasing kisses and seductively rubbing the hardened shafts that bulged beneath their robes against one another.

“There are far more comfortable places than snow covered ground for such activities,” Elrond had said, taking Haldir’s hand and leading him back into the house and to his chambers where he quickly prepared a nice hot bath for them both. Although the true nature of their relationship was common knowledge to those who lived in Imladris, it was not known to the many others who visited for the mid-winter festivities, and Haldir had insisted he use the guest chambers to avoid any unwanted questions. Nonetheless, it was a simple fact that he was to be found more often in Elrond’s chambers and in his bed than in his own.

The wet clothes were eagerly discarded, but once the two stood naked, their bodies burned with an inner heat that demanded satisfaction and they had made slow passionate love while the bath water cooled, forgotten with the advent of the joyous reunion of the lovers.

They had made love many times and in many places, including that passionate interlude on Elrond’s desk, but their favourite spot for seduction was on the thick rug that covered the hearth in the lord’s chambers. They had spent countless nights lying in each other’s arm, basking in their mutual adoration and the soft glow of the firelight that kept the cold of the falling snow away. Sometimes they would make love slowly and thoroughly and other times, feeling a little more adventurous they would spend themselves quickly with hot, lustful sex. But no matter the kind of coupling, every time together was a beautiful declaration the love they shared.

In the spirit of playfulness that often defined their relationship, this evening Haldir had been subjected to Elrond’s subtle seduction all through the meal. His lover had dared to look upon him with undisguised want, his elegant fingers had brushed his hand, his wrist and on several occasions, his thigh and the bulge in his leggings as they exchanged pleasantries. When Elrond had chosen a plate of strawberries for dessert and then proceeded to sensually lick each one before sucking it slowly into his mouth Haldir had almost become undone at the suggestiveness and the promise in the action.

Hoping to exact a little revenge or to tease in return, Haldir had refused Elrond’s offer to dance, accepting Glorfindel’s hand instead. He had then had proceeded to flirt outrageously with the Balrog slayer until Elrond and Erestor had stormed onto the dance floor and firmly claimed their respective lovers from the wandering hands and the stray kisses offered by their dance partners.

Elrond and Haldir laughed merrily when Glorfindel, who had suffered Erestor’s angry words with mild amusement, suddenly took the cranky advisor in his arms and kissed him breathless. Erestor offered no further argument, and barely a few minutes later the seneschal and advisor were seen leaving the hall, their eyes filled with lust and their hands resting on each other’s hips, or more correctly buttocks, in manner that was positively indecent.

“They have the right idea, shall we leave as well?” Elrond asked whispering into Haldir’s ear as he held him close while they twirled around the dance floor. Conscious of their state of arousal that was impossible to hide and unable to curb their need to be alone, Haldir had nodded agreement. Mindful of the scrutiny of others, they both retired to separate chambers.

Hence Haldir’s current frustration. In his desire to join his beloved Elrond on the soft rug in front of the fire and share a bottle of wine, some very ardent kisses and then to take each other again and again, he had planned to surprise his beloved by stealing into his chamber from the balcony of which his was a part.

It was a rather hazardous way to gain access, even for a warrior as experienced in all forms of climbing as the march warden, not only because the balconies were only joined by a small rail that could possibly be called a bridge, although Haldir refused to name it as such, but because the heavy snow made the stony surface slippery enough to make even one as sure footed as an elf loose balance.

Having no desire to be required to offer an explanation should he be found in an awkward position, such as being impaled on the rose bushes below, Haldir had to abandon his original plan on favour of the more mundane sneaking through the passageways to the pleasures that waited in his lover’s chambers.

Thinking that using the usual manner of travelling around the Last Homely House afforded an opportunity to wear something seductive without having it torn by the rough stone walls or drenched by the heavy snowflakes, Haldir stripped to his bare skin and covered his nakedness with an outer robe only. Just the thought of how his lover would react when he disrobed sent a flash of fire to his groin, and he felt the beginnings of arousal coursing in his blood.

Without further delay, the march warden left his chambers and walked casually down the deserted passageway, ready to profess a need for some warm milk to help him sleep as the reason for his midnight wanderings. The chambers he sought were on the other side of the house to those occupied by guests, and to get there it was necessary to pass by the main library.

Hearing soft moans from within as he walked past the partially opened door, Haldir remained silent for whoever they were, they were making love, judging by the sounds he knew so well. Not wishing to intrude, he moved to continue on to his destination when he heard one of the voices cry out.

“Ai Elladan move faster!” Elrohir whimpered so needily that the very experienced Haldir blushed to hear one beg so. The door was partially open and he peeked through the small gap, his eyes widening in astonishment as they confirmed what he had just realised to be the truth. Elrond’s sons were on much more intimate terms than normally expected of brothers. They were in fact lovers.

“Only if you promise to never try starting a snow ball fight by aiming directly at the part of my body that is now teasing you so mercilessly,” Elladan said as he rotated his hips once to let his lover know what he was missing.

“I was aiming for your chest,” Elrohir panted, arching his back as his prostrate was caressed by his brother’s cock.

“Then you obviously need more practice, but not on me. Are we agreed?” Elladan asked finding it difficult to hold a coherent conversation when Elrohir deliberately contracted his inner muscles sending a fire through Elladan’s hardened shaft.

“Aye, we are agreed now... MOVE!”


Haldir wondered if Elrond knew, and thinking how he would feel were his own brothers involved, he decided if there was to be an admission, he would prefer to hear it from Rumil or Orophin. Smiling with amusement at the ridiculous idea of either of his brothers seeking comfort in each others’ arms rather than with the innumerable maids each had dangling on their every word, he decided it was the twins’ place to tell their Adar. Haldir thought it likely that Elrond was already well aware of the relationship, for nothing happened in Imladris that Elrond did not know of, or learn about from the perceptive Erestor.

Elladan must have complied with Elrohir’s request, because the younger twin was now grunting as he mirrored his brother’s thrusts.

“Aye… again… ride me hard my love,” he begged. Despite his better judgement, Haldir found himself plagued by the need to see the two making love. Convincing himself that a spot of voyeurism would do no harm, Haldir pushed the door open just enough to allow him full access and he crept soundlessly into the library.

Once he could see properly in the dim light, Haldir held his breath and looked around a rather large bookshelf, his eyes widening with admiration at the beauty of at what he saw on the carpet. Elladan and Elrohir were both completely naked and were entwined in an embrace that spoke of intense passion and love. Elladan lay spooned behind his brother and was thrusting with loving care into the needy passage. Elrohir in turn was wantonly pushing back onto the rigid cock that was currently tormenting it.

As requested, Elladan increased the speed and force of his thrusts bringing them both closer to the edge. He reached around his brother’s waist to take his straining cock in hand and stroked it in time to the rhythm he had set. Haldir was a very experienced lover, and he saw the moment when control was lost, when the eyes darkened to almost black and the thrusts and counter thrusts became increasingly erratic. Calling each other’s name over and over gain and with much raw emotion, the two bodies shuddered in unison, Elrohir’s hot white seed spilling over the rug even as his tight passage was filled with the same when Elladan’s release spurted deep within his brother’s body.

The lovers slumped against each other, their lips seemingly locked into a permanent kiss, their bodies writhing in the after glow of orgasm. Haldir closed the door quietly and then ran to his lover’s chambers, his own aching cock jutting out straight and true and demanding to be satisfied. Forgetting discretion and teasing and playing games, he kicked the door closed behind him and removed his robes as he advanced on his sleeping lover.

Elrond awoke with a start at the sound of the door slamming shut, his anger slowly disappearing to be replaced by desire as the handsome, and deliciously naked march warden and his proud erection approached the bed. He and Haldir had been lovers for centuries and although both agreed to neither confirm nor deny their love to others, they nonetheless took advantage of every opportunity to be together.

“My, you are the eager one,” Elrond whispered as he ran a fingetip along the silky hardness causing Haldir to moan loudly.

“I am always eager to ravish you, although it seems you are well prepared for my visit,” Haldir replied as he walked over to the crackling sound of a log shifting in the fire place caught his attention and he saw that not only was there a warm fire burning brightly, but there were pillows and blankets spread out on the hearth rug and a bottle of wine and two goblets stood on a small table.

“Shall we?” He said, offering his lover his hand and drawing in a breath as he discovered Elrond had been totally naked beneath the sheets. He took a moment to simply worship the glorious body with his eyes, then moved over to the rug and pulled Elrond down beside him. Taking him in his arms, he smiled adoringly into the grey eyes smoky with need and then claimed Elrond’s lips in a searing kiss, the unbridled passion of which left them both weak the knees yet eager for more.

Lips, tongues and teeth vied for supremacy as hands wandered f naked flesh and without leaving Haldir’s side. Elrond reached for the little phial of oil he had ensured was filled and readily accessible, knowing he would need it tonight.

“I am yours for the taking,” Elrond whispered into an elegantly pointed ear and then proceeded to lick it before gaining it a playful nip.

“And I want you badly, believe me, but not just yet. First I wish to savour every inch of your body,” Haldir said as he proceeded to shower gentle kisses all over the exposed skin of Elrond’s neck and chest umtil he reached the hard nipples. He deliberately tweaked the hard, causing momentary pain that resulted in further pleading to finish what had been started.

“Do you know how close you ere to making me come wildly this evening at the meal table?” Haldir asked as he bent down to use his tongue on the bulging head of Elrond’s erection, licking and sucking it using the same technique Elrond did on the strawberries.

“Ai, I knew you would understand the hints,” Elrond moaned as the moist contact was withdrawn. “In case toy misunderstood, suck me harder!” There was a need in the voice that spoke directly to Haldir’s heart and the march warden heard it. He licked and tickled and sucked on the hardened member until Elrond begged for his release.

Unable to deny his lover any longer, Haldir coated his fingers with the sweetly scented oil and proceeded to tenderly and thoroughly prepare his lover to receive him. Elrond arched his back and writhed wantonly with pleasure as slick fingers brushed against his prostrate, and he took Haldir’s hardened member in his hand and guided it to the small opening, demanding Haldir remove his fingers and replace them with the silk covered steel.

Claiming Elrond’s already bruised and swollen lips in another fierce kiss, pushing his tongue into the moist cavity at the same time his cock slowly penetrated the tight passage. Elrond moaned and whimpered at the incredible sensation of the double assault on his senses and became totally incoherent when strong fingers grasped his erection and moved slowly up and down it moving with the same erotic rhythm as Haldir’s hips as he thrust in and out. Slow, gentle strokes soon gave way to the faster and harder movements of a body needing to find release and both lovers were covered in a light sheen of sweat as the pace of their lovemaking became both faster and more erratic until finally they screamed each other’s names as the ecstasy of orgasm coursed through their bodies and their hearts.

Basking in the languorous afterglow of their coupling, the two sated lovers lay entwined in each other’s arms, softly speaking words of love and sharing gentle kisses and tender caresses as the pounding of wildly beating hearts slowly returned to normal.

“Haldir, there is something I must warn you about my sons,” Elrond said sleepily as he drew a blanket around them and snuggled a little closer into his lover’s arms.

“And what would that be, my love?” Haldir asked, kissing the dark hair that covered the head resting on his chest, and suspecting he knew the answer already. He could not have been more mistaken.

“They have challenged us to a snow ball fight, of all things, tomorrow, and they have never been beaten,” Elrond said, smiling with amused affection at the wide eyed astonishment