Obsession

DISCLAIMER: With the exception of my original characters, those appearing in this story are not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.

Obsession


He knew what his friends said. He saw the way his family looked at him. They all thought he was mad, and they were probably right. After all, how many other men spent their hours pining over a fictional character, mourning his unjust and undeserved death.

But he wasn’t supposed to die!

Chris took a deep breath, calming himself as he always needed to when confronted with the harsh reality of the Elf’s onscreen demise.

He wasn’t supposed to die, goddamnit, but Peter had killed him anyway, and now Chris was going to do everything he could to bring Haldir back.

And it wasn’t Craig Parker who fueled this obsession, though the actor did well enough, he supposed. No, it was Haldir himself, the March Warden of Lorien, one of the strongest and bravest and wisest of the Elves whom he’d worshiped so much as a child and continued to admire secretly as an adult. Secretly, that is, until this obsession had taken hold of him, and now everyone knew. Haldir had always been his favorite, and to see his Elf stolen of his beauty and immortality on the screen had caused something in him to snap.

Chris had done the research, consulted men and women across the globe, and he finally thought he’d figured out a way to make it happen. He would snatch Haldir from the movie a second before the blade was plunged into his heart and the noble Elf would be given a chance to live.

They would both be given a chance to live.

Once this obsession was put to an end, Chris thought, he would finally be able to go on with his life. No more late nights surfing the net, wheedling bits and pieces of information out of those who had the knowledge and the power, but were reluctant to help him. No more strange looks from delivery men as they dropped off packages with odd smells or unrecognizable sounds emanating from the cracks in the boxes. No more need to come up with excuses for being late to work, or for skipping out on invitations from friends and family. Things could finally get back to normal.

Best of all, he would have a social life again. His hand wouldn’t be his only company. He could try to win back the girlfriend he’d abandoned, or maybe find someone new, someone who didn’t know anything about his obsession. He’d spent far too long trading his fantasies and his innermost thoughts online in exchange for help with his little project. It would be nice to have a chance to enjoy those fantasies in real life, without the sense of being violated by the faceless strangers who took more than just his typed words.

After tonight, it would all be over, and he would be free.

Chris prepared the extra bedroom in the two bedroom townhouse he’d rented just for this purpose. Each part of the ceremony had been laid out with the utmost care, the wards placed, the words of the spell revised and refined until no other changes could be made.

It was time.

Turning on Peter Jackson’s vision of The Lord of the Rings, he started with the extended edition of “The Fellowship of the Ring” and continued directly on into the extended edition of “The Two Towers”. Those he had consulted with agreed that the journey must start at the beginning, and so Chris watched and waited through the agonizing length of both movies, his impatience growing until he felt like his insides were going to burst.

Finally, the moment he had been waiting for arrived. As the battle raged around him, the epic scenes projected onto each of the four walls surrounding him, he began the spell. It had been decided that the key parts of the spell be spoken in Elvish, but that the rest could remain in English. He had practiced the words, memorizing each syllable until he was muttering them in his sleep, and the practice had paid off. He didn’t stumble one while reciting the spell, even when he felt the unfamiliar stirrings of power start to swell around him.

The sensation of the magic was. . . delicious. It caressed his skin, whispering in and around his body as if it was trying to seduce him, and from the warnings he’d received online, it probably was. What he was doing was dangerous, especially because he was untrained. He’d never done anything like this before. Until his obsession had hit, he didn’t know anyone was capable of doing anything like this, but then he’d begun researching the possibilities and realized there was a lot in this world he couldn’t explain.

And if everything worked the way it was supposed to, there was going to be one more thing in this world he couldn’t explain.

The wards around him started to glow as he added the necessary ingredients into the basin, ingredients that would break the bounds of reality and conjure a creature unlike any other. The fighting on the walls escalated and the retreat was called. Chris held the final element in his hand, a silver aspen leaf plucked from the tree at midnight on the vernal equinox, while the end of the spell hung upon his lips.

His eyes on the movie, he saw that the first of the series of deadly blows was about to be struck and Chris quickly added the leaf, shouting out the last of the spell’s words. There was a flash of light, screams of agony and battle cries filled the air, and he was thrown bodily against the wall. The back of his head smacked the plaster, a spider web of pain enclosing his brain, and everything went black.

“Hey. . . hey there. . . come back to me. . .”

Chris groaned, wanting to push away at the hand gently patting his cheek, but his arms felt too heavy to move. He tried rolling his head away and groaned again.

“That’s right,” the soft voice said sounding both concerned and amused. “Don’t go into the light. Come towards me. Open your eyes.”

“Stop. . . talking. . .” The music in the sound was making Chris feel a little nauseous. He tried to open his eyes, but his stomach revolted at the thought.

The voice chuckled, and Chris felt his lips unwillingly twitching with the desire to smile.

God, even his lips hurt.

“Don’t laugh, either,” he reprimanded the voice.

“Is there anything I can do?” the voice asked, the laughter remaining in his tone.

“Ice.”

“With vodka?”

“For my head,” he growled.

“I think the vodka would help, too.”

“Just. Ice.”

“Right. Gotcha. Don’t go anywhere.”

As the footsteps pattered away, Chris groaned again. ‘Don’t go anywhere.’ Where the fuck was he going to go? He couldn’t even move without the blackness threatening to return.

Within a minute, the footsteps returned and a cold bulky plastic bag was pressed against the bump on his skull.

“Thanks.”

“You are most welcome.”

After a few seconds of letting the chill seep into his head, he tried to open eyes again. What he saw made him squeeze them shut so fast, he nearly lost all control of his stomach.

“You’re not real!” he gasped.

“Of course I’m real.”

“It can’t have worked!”

“Whatever you did, it worked, and I have to say, I’m extremely grateful. Anything I can offer you is yours. You must be a powerful wizard to have brought me forth into your world.”

“I’m no wizard. It was an accident!”

“So you say, but it must have been a carefully planned accident. Gandalf’s been feeling the stirrings of your power for quite some time now.”

“Gandalf?” he asked, unable to stop himself.

“Yes, Gandalf the Gray, though now I suppose he’s Gandalf the White. He warned me about you, Chris, and made sure I was prepared.”

“How do you know my name?”

The Elf was quiet for a moment. “I know a lot of things about this world, Chris the Cerulean.”

“That’s not funny.”

“No, it doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, does it? What other colors begin with ‘c’? Chris the Cobalt? Or cream? How does Chris the Creamy sound?”

“Please, stop it. I will not be Chris the Creamy.”

“What about creamed upon?”

The injured man just barely heard the words muttered under the Elf’s breath and a shiver crawled up and down his spine. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Haldir chuckled. “We’ll find a color for you, don’t worry. I suppose it doesn’t have to start with a ‘C’, so that gives us a few more options.”

Chris continued to squeeze his eyes shut, muttering about how he’d finally stepped over the edge.

“You’re not insane, and I still owe you everything.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Don’t owe you--dude, I’d be dead if it wasn’t for what you did!”

The world came to an abrupt halt and the aching human forced his eyes open a slit.

“Did you just say ‘dude’?”

The radiant creature shrugged as he grinned. “We have a natural ability to pick up the vernacular of our surroundings. Bagged more than my share of Rangers with that little talent. Plus, I think some of you passed through me with the spell.”

“But I don’t say ‘dude’.”

“Sure you don’t, luv.”

“I don’t say ‘luv’ either.”

“Snugglebunny?”

“NO!”

“How about ‘babe’?”

“Oh god, I’ve summoned a monster,” Chris groaned.

If only all monsters could look like that.

Now that his eyes were open, Chris found he couldn’t shut them. He didn’t want to shut them. The most beautiful being in the world was kneeling over him with sparkling eyes and a silly smile on his face. He could happily have stapled his eyelids to his forehead if he could just look on this creature for the rest of his life.

And then something occurred to him.

Chris frowned. “You’re not Craig.”

“Craig?” Confusion appeared in his eyes. “No, I’m not Craig. My name is Haldir.”

“Yeah, I know. . . at least, I think I know. . . even if I shouldn’t because. . . but that’s beside the point. The point is that you don’t look like Craig.” And he didn’t. In fact, he looked much, much, much better. There wasn’t a single person on the planet as exquisite as the Elf. No one, man or woman, could come near his beauty. “This isn’t right. What the hell happened?”

“You saved me. That’s all I know. Everything else, well, you’re just going to have to fill me in.”

Gritting his teeth, Chris pushed himself up and leaned against the wall for support. “It wasn’t supposed to work. I mean, I had to try. I couldn’t do anything with my life until I tried. But it wasn’t supposed to work!”

“But it did.” Haldir smiled, taking Chris’s face between his hands. “It worked. I’m here.”

“You are. You’re here,” he said as he continued inside his head, and now I’m questioning reality my sanity, my sexuality. . . my sexuality. . .

“Are you here?” Haldir asked teasingly, and Chris nodded, refocusing on the Elf.

“For the most part.”

“So you’ll live?”

“I’ll live.”

“Cool!” Haldir said, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s go!”

“Go? Go where?”

“Out!” he said, rising to his feet and attempting to pull Chris up after him. “I want to see this world you’ve brought me to. I want to go to a bar, pick up a bird or a bloke--or both, and shag until dawn!”

Chris’s ass hit the floor. “You WHAT?”

But Haldir was looking at him quizzically. “Are you British?”

The human floundered at this sudden change in conversation. “I--no. Why?”

“These words I keep coming up with--they’re British, right?”

“Yeah, I guess they can be. I mean, my best friend in college, he spent a year in England and came back talking like that.”

“I suppose the language lingered in your subconscious and you passed it on to me.” Haldir shrugged. “Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, the quest for booze and a decent fuck. Or even an average fuck. Hell, I’ll even take a bad fuck right now. Do you know what my life was like before you pulled me out of there? I have been fighting a battle I wasn’t even supposed to be in for over two years now, and all I’ve gotten for it is a sword in the chest. Do you know how tedious that is? Fighting and dying and fighting and dying over and over and over and not even a decent snog to show for it. I need a drink! I need to be around people who aren’t trying to kill me. I need to get laid!”

“Snog?” Chris frowned, a little overwhelmed by it all and having a bit of trouble keeping up. Haldir threw his hands up in the air.

“Yes, snog! Kiss! The touching of mouths. The passionate meeting of lips.” He straddled Chris, placing his hands on the human’s chest. “Tongues twirling. Hearts pounding. Blood pooling in our groins. Erections growing, grinding, pulsing, pumping--”

“Haldir, stop!” he gasped, pushing the Elf away. The Elf. An Elf. On his lap. Making him hard. Really hard. Painfully hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this hard. He frowned. “What was I saying?”

“You were speaking when you should have been snogging,” Haldir said and proceeded to demonstrate why the speaking was such a waste of time and why kissing was so much better. For several minutes, Chris couldn’t agree more. Why talk when they could be kissing?

“Why kiss when we could be fucking?” Haldir asked, trailing his mouth down Chris’s neck. “Forget going out. We’re going to stay here and I’m going bury my cock so deep in you, you won’t be able to walk for a month.”

Chris gulped. A month?

“I didn’t know Elves were such sexual creatures,” he gasped as elegant fingers found his right nipple.

“We live forever. What else are we going to do with our time except perfect ways of pleasuring each other? Well, all Elves not counting the twins.”

“Twins?” Chris repeated, his mind somewhat foggy now that he was missing his shirt and a persistent tongue was exploring his navel. “Elladan and Elrohir?”

“Yeah, them,” Haldir snorted, glancing up at his newfound partner with iridescent eyes that glimmered with every color of the rainbow. The colors increased the more excited the Elf grew, and Chris couldn’t help wondering what Haldir’s eyes would look like when he came. “Two gorgeous creatures who were clearly put in the world for fucking, and they’re celibate!”

“Celibate?”

“I know. Absurd, isn’t it? I kept hoping they’d snap out of it, and then I’d be the first in line right behind Estel to come between them--pun intended,” he winked, “but they’ve been remarkably determined. Some bullshit about how after studying the races of their heritage, they’ve decided that sex is the root of all evil and, therefore, they are going to refrain.” The Elf sighed wistfully. “What a waste.” And then he grinned. “But who needs them? I’ve got you.”

Haldir pounced and Chris forced himself to wriggle out of the Elf’s reach.

“Wait. . . just wait.”

“What?” Haldir asked, eyes filling with hurt. “You don’t want me?”

“Don’t want you. . .” What a thing to say, Chris thought, gazing at the Elf. “I don’t think I’ve ever truly known want until I saw you.”

Haldir nodded. “But you’re still a little weirded out by me being here?”

A little? “You could say that.” He was on the verge of a complete breakdown, which in his mind, counted as a bit more than just ‘a little’. Chris looked hard at Haldir, studying the figure before him. “If I were to turn on the movie I pulled you out of and watch it again, would you still be there?”

The Elf grew thoughtful for a moment, seeming to shift through several possibilities inside his mind, then shook his head. “No. The actor who plays me would continue to play me, but it wouldn’t be me.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Let me see if I can put it a different way. A little bit of me goes into each vision of me. At this very moment, I can sense thousands of visions of me coming from thousands of people, and I have to say,” his eyes sparkled impishly, “we are definitely going to have to borrow a couple of these visions, because I am one randy bastard in a lot of them. But the vision of me that went into the movie, that’s no longer present, because I’m here.”

“So you’re the Haldir from the movie?”

“No. You’ve taken the essence of me that helped to create the Haldir in the movie from the movie, the me that existed before I was changed to suit Peter’s vision. So the Haldir that remains is just Peter’s vision, and not me.”

Chris tried one more time to wrap his throbbing head around this, then shook his head in defeat. “You know, never mind. You’re Haldir the Elf, and that’s all I need to know.” Haldir the horny Elf, he added to himself, but even that was worth knowing.

“Sweet,” aforementioned horny Elf grinned. “I’m glad we got this sorted out. Now, where were we?”

He again moved in for a kiss, and again Chris dodged him.

“WHAT?” Haldir snapped, growing frustrated that his frustrations were not being un-frustrated. Or was it de-frustrated? On second thought, he decided there wasn’t a good word for it. Basically, he wasn’t getting fucked, and it was starting to get on his nerves. He’d wanted the young wizard from the moment he’d laid eyes on the human’s unconscious form, and he could feel the need radiating off the wizard’s skin, so what was the problem?

Chris began to blush, avoiding Haldir’s gaze. “I’ve never. . .”

“Never what?”

“I’ve never. . . with a. . . I mean. . .”

Haldir’s eyes widened with disbelief. “You’re a virgin?!”

“NO!” he protested vehemently, then his face darkened even more. “No. I mean, I’ve been with women, just not with. . .”

“With a male,” Haldir completed, and Chris nodded.

“Not a problem,” the Elf grinned. “You’re going to love it. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll never look at another woman again. In fact, I may not let you look at anyone else again.” Chris’s head rose and he caught the near-predatory expression on Haldir’s face. “I like you, young wizard. I may have to keep you.”

“I’m not a wizard,” he protested, hardly able to believe this was his only objection to Haldir’s words.

“You have power, or you would not have been able to summon me. That’s all there is to it. Now, whether you use that power again is up to you. It doesn’t matter to me,” he said, growling slightly as he leaned forward. “I don’t want you for your power.”

Chris swallowed past the lump in his throat and whispered, “There’s a bed down the hall.”

“Excellent!” Haldir grinned, jumping to his feet and pulling Chris up after him. “And about bloody time, if I do say so myself. I can’t wait for the day that you’re the one dragging me to the nearest flat surface, not the other way around.”

The Elf winked at him in such a way that Chris immediately felt as if he was about to either die of embarrassment or tie the Elf to the bed, saving them both the trouble of having to wait for that day to come.

Before he knew what was happening, Chris found himself lying flat on his back on the bed with Haldir straddling him on all fours. Somehow, the Elf had managed to remove the rest of their clothes and he was thoroughly entranced by the sight of golden glowing skin filling his vision.

“So beautiful,” he said softly, his hand hesitating in mid-air as the desire to stroke the golden skin was hampered by his fear as to whether or not he should.

“Go on,” Haldir smiled. “Touch me all you want. Get used to touching me. I want your hands on me at all times.”

“Just my hands?” Chris asked with a half-smile, glancing up into the shimmering eyes, and Haldir made a sound that could only be described as an aroused purr.

“As much of you as I can get,” the Elf responded and pressed their lips together in a demanding kiss.

Approximately one hundred and eighty minutes later, human and Elf emerged from the kiss. Well, other things during those one hundred and eighty minutes, such as a blow-job that had caused Chris to black out for the second time that day and made his entire body hum. Then there was the fucking that had managed not only to cause tears of ecstasy to fall from Haldir’s eyes, but nearly sated the seemingly insatiable Elf.

Finally, they ran out of energy. His throat was raw from screaming, Chris could only lie spread-eagle on the bed with Haldir wrapped around him, unable to move, to think, to do anything except feel.

To feel the good feelings, at least.

He knew he’d be feeling more if he ever decided to move his ass, but he didn’t have any desire to move his ass. Or the rest of him, for that matter. He just wanted to spend the remainder of his life in a haze of blissful contentment with Haldir’s talented lips gently nuzzling his skin.

“Told you you’d love it,” the Elf said smugly. Chris could only whimper in return, but it was a good sort of whimper, and Haldir grinned.

“I am definitely keeping you.”

“. . . uhn. . .”

“And I will interpret that as your consent.” Haldir snuggled up against him, deft fingers lightly stroking his still tingling skin. “I think I’m going to like it here.”

Chris was still incapable of speech, but he wasn’t about to disagree. He was going to like having Haldir here as well. Here, and in every other place he could get him, just as soon as he could move again. Which was probably going to be a while, but with the caress of the Elf’s breath upon his skin, he wasn’t in any hurry. The world could wait. He didn’t need it anymore. He had Haldir.

And apparently, if he wanted to claim it, magic.

[Completed September 3, 2004]