Having Fun With Chocolate Syrup

TITLE: Elven Topping Series : Having Fun With Chocolate Syrup
AUTHOR: Arion
SUMMARY: Just what it sounds like... I'd like to thank Lady Starblade's kooky mind who helped me envision this tasty image. *shakes head* Sometimes I think it should be a crime that the two of us hatch these little schemes together... sometimes... a very big sometimes... because, let's face it, it'd be a boring world if we didn't.
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: PWP
PAIRINGS: Haldir/OFC
WARNING: If you don't like imagining yourself covered in chocolate and an Elf licking it off... or the other way around... then please, don't read. *long pause* Damn! I just gave away the story didn't I? Forget you read that!
DISCLAIMER: I am making absolutely no money off this. Haldir belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien and, in my opinion, Craig Parker. I mean who can honestly say that they can picture somebody else in that role. Not I!
NOTE: In my Lorien, for this fic anyway, there's inventions of chocolate syrup and ice cream. And Elves sleep... I couldn't imagine a life without sleep. It'd be torture, in my opinion.

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I sat staring at the top of the desk. It was a surprisingly boring night in Lorien and I had nothing to do but stare at a bottle of chocolate syrup. I had intended to use it on some ice cream, but soon found that my darling brother, whom I shared a talan with, had eaten it all. So, here I was, scowling at the chocolate and promising to kill him the second he walked in. I twisted in the chair when I heard a knock to see my best friend standing there. She saw the syrup and a twinkle lit up in her eye, one I had come to learn never to trust.


"Saving that for something?"


"Yes, but what I was saving it for is out of the question. So, I'm just going to use the bottle to beat my brother."


She laughed. "I have a better use for it."


I glanced at her, a bit skeptically. She was up to something. "Like what?"


"Well, let's just say I think I know where there's a certain Elf, with ice cream no less, who wouldn't mind some chocolate syrup and maybe some company."


Though I doubted the truthfullness of her words it still sounded like a whole lot more fun than I was having at the moment. And certainly more fun than what it appeared was on my card for the rest of the night. I let out a sigh. "Where?"


"Head right down to the main archer's tower on the Northern border. I saw a rather tasty looking Elf sitting alone in the dark when I went to go "collect" Rumil."


I raised my eyebrows at her. "Oh? And just who was this lone Elf? Not Orophin, is it?" As much as I respected the Elven archer he just wasn't my type. Haldir, on the other hand, was quite intriguing, but I knew it wouldn't be him. He was the most responsible and out of reach Elf there was, focusing all of his attention on protecting the borders. As far as the ice cream thing went... Haldir? No way. I couldn't see it.


My friend shook her head adamantly. "Oh, no. You'll just have to march your little butt down there and find out."


"Oh, come on!"


She kept firm and wasn't budging.


I moaned in frustration. "Only on *one* condition."


"What? I'm not going with you if that's what you want. Rumil's waiting... and I think he'd be highly jealous if I chose to hang out with you and the Elf instead of him."


I smiled. "No. The condition is that you have to promise me that I'll have fun... at any rate."


An evil smile slowly spread across her lips as she reached forward and pulled me and the syrup out of the chair. "Oh, trust me." She pushed us out the door. "You'll have fun, all right. Lots. Don't come home too early now."


******


I looked past the last few trees separating the tower from me. I had been having second thoughts about this. For some reason, all I could see was that evil, little smile popping up in front of me.





I glanced up at the darkness inside the tower one more time, seeing no sign of anyone but I knew someone was there. I stuck the syrup into the waistline of my leggings and began climbing up the ladder. I flipped open the door and pulled myself up to sit on the floor. Quietly shutting the door behind me, I glanced around into the dark shadows. I saw a form sitting in the corner, with a view perfect to watch the comings and goings.


Though I couldn't see who it was yet I mentally shrugged and pulled out the syrup. "Somebody sent word that you needed syrup." I smiled and held it up.


The figure leaned forward into what little shafts of moonlight came through the trees and I nearly dropped the syrup. It was a good thing I was still sitting down.


Taking the bottle out of my hands, Haldir sent me a swift smile as he came out of the chair to join me on the floor. "My thanks to you, then. I suppose it must've been Layliel that mentioned I was up here."


I didn't really watch as he dumped quite a bit of the chocolate syrup into the bowl in his lap. I was too busy staring at his hair. I'd seen plenty of blonde hair in the moonlight but for some reason his seemed to be rather ensnaring.


I focused on his face, partially covered in shadow as it was bent over the bowl. "Uh, yes, it was her. Though she didn't say who was up here. Just to come with gifts."


He replaced the cap and set the bottle between us and looked at me. "You brought more than the syrup with you?"


I thanked my lucky stars that Elves didn't blush easily and quickly searched for a reply. "That and my quick wit."


He chuckled in a low voice and, being rather contagious, I found myself laughing along with him. It dawned on me I'd never heard him laugh.


He lifted the bowl up as he leaned a bit closer and I could see, beneath all the syrup, that it was plain, vanilla ice cream.


I wasn't a big fan of vanilla ice cream by itself.


"I don't suppose you brought another spoon?" He nodded at the bowl with his spoon in hand.


I frowned. "No."


He shook his head. "Eh, well, we can share." He stopped spooning up some of it and glanced at me. "That is if you'd like to have some?"


"You'd have to shoot me full of arrows."


He smiled a gorgeous smile. "Since it seems that my arrows are out of reach, at the moment, I guess you'll just have to eat some." He held the dish closer as he scooped up a bite, syrup dripping over the sides. He watched it as it dripped back down into the dish in big globs. "Uh, I think, perhaps, I might have overdone it a bit."


I laughed and leaned forward as he brought the spoon to my mouth. It was awfully chocolately but I wasn't going to complain one bit. I wiped my mouth with a hand as some of the syrup, nearly the whole spoon was syrup, started to drip down my chin. I watched him scoop up a spoonful for himself as I licked the syrup off my fingers. His eyes flitted over to me for a moment and then they seemed to double back as he began to take a bite... and dumped the contents onto himself instead.


He hastily put the bowl down, dropping the spoon with a clatter into it as he looked down at the white and brown spot on his tunic. I stifled a laugh as his brows furrowed and he swore in Elvish under his breath. I instantly stopped when he started to unhook the cloak around his shoulders and could only stare when he peeled off the outer tunic.


Here was Haldir sitting in front of me with nothing but leggings and a thin, little wisp of a tunic on.


He tossed both into the corner, facing me with a sigh. "Looks like I have more laundry to do." He looked at me and I didn't bother to hide the fact that I was staring.


We just sat there and stared at each other for a moment. Then he propelled himself across the short distance between us and pinned me to the floor. I let out a small shriek of surprise at the sudden movement but didn't object one bit when his mouth found mine.





I could faintly taste vanilla ice cream on his tongue. I gasped when I felt his arm slip around my waist and pull me, aggressively, towards him, though I didn't know how much closer I could possibly get at the moment. It wasn't as if I wasn't trying.


Soon I found both of his arms wrapped around me, holding me to him as his mouth slipped to my throat. A shiver went through my body as his lips grazed my ear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the bottle of syrup and, grinning with delight, grabbed it. Feigning romantic advances I slid a hand to his neck, pulling his hair when I moved it again. Once his hair was out of the way I pulled the cap off with my teeth... and poured.


Haldir stiffened suddenly. "What in the name of the Valar...?"


He pulled away from me and looked at my face as I struggled to keep the grin off it, having pushed the syrup out of sight. He lifted a hand to the back of his neck and pulled it away to stare at the syrup covering it. I couldn't help the grin when I saw the devious look he gave me. I saw him glance around before he stared down at me, contemplating the appropriate punishment probably.


"What have you done with it?"


I threw him an innocent look. "Done with what?"


He was on me again in a flash, leaning down over me. He brought his syruped fingers down to my mouth as he tapped my lips. "I think you know what I..."


Before I knew what I was doing I'd opened my mouth and sucked a tasty finger between my lips. He stared at my mouth, anything he'd been about to say forgotten. Once I let his finger go he reached both hands down to the waist of my leggings and began to pull. I lifted my hips as I started undoing my own cloak and tunic. After pausing to get rid of my boots, he didn't bother to look as he tossed the leggings behind him and began helping with the tunic, apparently I was being too slow.


"Hey, no fair!" I pouted once I was lying comfortably naked on top of my cloak. "You still have your clothes on."


"Yes." He settled his weight on top of me and reached past my head. "I'll guess you'll just have to use your imagination." There was a pause as he pulled the syrup bottle into view and smiled dangerously. "For now, at least."


I frowned. "What are you doing?"


It was his turn to frown slightly. "What? You did bring this to *use* didn't you?"


"Yes. On the ice cream."


"Well," he sighed as his eyes grazed over my body, "I didn't agree to that. And, judging by your previous actions, obviously neither did you."


He then began pouring the syrup in a straight line from my collar bone to my belly. I shivered as the coldness of it hit. Then, to my slight amazement, he kept going further with the syrup.


"We're going to have syrup in every place we can think of if you do that."


He tossed the bottle off to the side and then leaned down until his mouth was all but touching the flesh of my stomach. "I guess I'll just have to make sure I lick it all off then."


I giggled as I saw his hair fall forward slightly and trail in the syrup. He didn't pay it any attention though and I stopped giggling when he closed his eyes and his tongue reached out to lick the first few inches of syrup off me. He continued to move up the line ever so slowly, neither of us making much noise. I thought I might just die from lack of oxygen because I held my breath nearly the entire time until he had reached my collarbone. I arched up into him, letting out a moan and threw my head back to let him have better access to my throat. I felt his hands grasp my hips and then one slid up to cup my breast. He kissed his way up my jaw line, across my cheek right to my mouth. Tasting the chocolate in his mouth I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like on *his* skin.


"Mmm... where's the syrup?"


He shook his head, giving me a quick kiss before making a path of kisses back down to my hips. "No, not yet." He scooted down until he was looking at the last spot that still had chocolate on me. "I want to play a little first."


Even with the shadows covering his face I could see the glint in his eye as he dipped his head and I gasped, letting my thighs fall further apart, as he began "playing" and licking the syrup off. I dug my head into the floor beneath me as I arched into his mouth. I felt his hand slid up my body only to rake down my skin again after briefly thumbing a nipple. Before I could get too carried away by his ministrations, though, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled.


"Come on, take something off, first. There isn't nearly enough skin touching me." I begged.


I watched as he shrugged out of the tunic, the only thing left covering his chest and I unconsciously licked my lips at the sight of him.


"Happy?" he leaned down on me, again, slithering up my body to kiss my mouth.


I pouted a bit once he pulled away. "Take *one* more thing off and I'll be deliriously happy... for the moment."


He looked at me with a straight face. "Oh? My boots?"


"No! You know very well what I'm talking about!" I noticed his chest was now covered lightly in syrup and began licking some of it off.


"Nay, I guess I don't then." He laughed when I only glared up at him.


"Fine. I'll just have to let you know what I mean, then, in a subtle way." I reached down with a hand and a bit harshly pushed against his member through the leggings before closing my hand on what I could.


His mouth fell open in surprise, and his body jerked towards me, before finally letting out a gasp. "Ah, I think I'm beginning to understand what you're referring to. Although, may I say, that your subtle doesn't have the same definition as mine does."


I let out a short laugh. "Subtle was an understatement."


He closed his eyes as he involuntarily rubbed against my hand. "Indeed," he let out in low voice.


His hand closed against my wrist and pried my hand off him. I looked at him a bit confused.


He shook his head, his eyes had turned a darker shade of blue. "I didn't say I was done playing, yet." And his voice was low with arousal.


I shivered a bit and could only nod. In short time, his mouth found a nipple and his teeth pulled at it lightly. I wrapped one arm around his neck while my other hand began playing in his hair. I delighted in feeling his hand move back down and, after caressing my thigh, slip a couple of fingers into me while his thumb rubbed against that tantalizingly sensitive spot. His fingers thrust in and out of me slowly at first as he turned his attention to the other nipple. His mouth was sweetly hot and I held him closer. His fingers began reaching deeper into me at the same slow pace and I threw a hand back to grasp whatever I could find. Thankfully he increased his pace after a bit when I began frantically thrusting my hips against him. It wasn't long after, I began wondering where the roof of the tower went as I swore I could see stars.


I stared as the ceiling slowly came back into focus and I let out a moan of protest when I felt Haldir's comfortable warmth leave me. He was back before long though and I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me. He held himself over me as he gazed down. I reached down to grasp him and I felt him twitch in my hand as I smiled. It was like touching silk.


I hadn't really realized before now how much more smoother than most Elves his skin was.


I let my hand slide down before closing around him more firmly and I slid it back up to press my thumb against the tip of his head. I repeated it several more times, watching as his jaw clenched off and on with his eyes closed.


"I do hope you don't plan to make the entire night of it."


"Mabye. Why?"


He grabbed my hand, holding me still as he opened his eyes. "At the moment, I'm not sure I would last half the thought you seem to be putting into this."


I couldn't get past the smoldering look in his eyes as he moved closer, for the second time that night pulling my hand off him. I perhaps would've been pouting if I didn't know what was coming.


I took a sharp intake of breath as he reached a hand between my legs to pull my lips apart and let it out in a gasp as he slowly sank into me. I heard him mutter something but didn't have the coherent thought to figure it out anymore. I grabbed fistfuls of hair as I yanked him down to kiss him as he began that slow, torturous thrusting. Once again drawing his tongue into my mouth I sucked on it until I had to break for air. His hands made their way under my shoulders as he suddenly became more aggressive. All thought was focused on the way he felt as he thrust into me, pulled out, and then thrust back in, again.


A hand still clenched in his hair I moaned in his ear, now, as I heard, and felt, him moaning into my shoulder. I wrapped first one leg, then the other, around his waist. Everything inside me felt coiled up and ready to spring. I let out a scream and nearly yanked a fistful of hair out of his head as the springs let go. I heard him give a sharp gasp as he came and then he was leaning heavily upon me, breathing hard, but I didn't mind. We stayed that way for some time before the coolness of the night began to chill us and he fumbled around for his cloak. We just lay there for a long while, not talking about anything, before we fell asleep.


******


We were startled awake in the morning when something landed on top of us and bounced off. Jerking ourselves up to a sitting position we looked around a bit confused. Then something came flying in through the window and smacked Haldir right in the forehead.


He hissed in surprise as he rubbed his head and stared at the bottle of syrup that had hit him. Soon another one came flying through and I ducked just in time to avoid it.


I picked it up and raised my eyebrows. "I think somebody tattled on us."


He scowled. "And I bet I know who we were tattled to."


He grabbed his leggings, once he found them, and yanked them on before venturing to look down below, skirting out of the way as another bottle came through. I saw his face contort into a slightly bewildered look and back into an angry frown. My interest piqued I wrapped his cloak around me and peeked out.


Rumil and Orophin were grinning up at Haldir from the ground, a couple of armfuls of syrup bottles at their feet. When they saw me they paused in their "attack" and waved.


"Had I known our dear brother liked to play with his food so much I would've thought to ask Layliel to send you down here sooner!" Rumil yelled up.


Haldir grumbled under his breath for a moment before yelling back, "I do not play with my food!"


"Really?" Orophin exchanged a glance with Rumil. "As I recall, Rumil had only mentioned that you were looking for chocolate syrup last night... I can't think what else she," he nodded to me, "would be doing without her clothes on if you two weren't playing with it."


Shaking his head angrily Haldir shot back, "Oh, go find a party of Orcs will you! I won't bother to come running when you call for help!"


They both laughed and I had to join in. He glared at me. "What do you find so amusing?"


"Well," I said. "We did kind of play with it." I pointed at him.


He looked down to see he had dried smears of syrup all over his chest. I stepped closer and ran a finger around his mouth.


"You have quite a bit there, too."


"Haldir!"


He had forgotten they were out there taunting him for a moment but now began muttering anew as he stalked back to peer down at them. "What do you want you filthy pests?"


"You should look into Galadriel's mirror if you think us filthy!" Rumil tossed another bottle up.


"Speaking of Galadriel," Orophin ignored the deadly look they were both given. "She sent a message with us!" He paused for effect.


"Yes," Haldir growled. "So, what is it?"


"You have the day off! Somehow she thought you could use it!"


Rumil added, "Don't know why she would've thought that!"


Orophin continued, "And we are to give the Northern tower some space!"


I saw Haldir redden slightly, not too pleased, and slightly embarrassed, that even the Lady knew what he had been up to last night.


"Then, dear brothers, why are you still here?" The "dear" was dripping with sarcasm.


They both shrugged and Rumil tossed up another bottle. "We didn't want you to be without provisions for the day!"


"That's it!" Haldir turned and stalked off to the corner as I heard Rumil and Orophin's last exchanges.


"I think we should go, now."


"Nay, just one more bottle, then we'll flee."


"I fear he's gone for the arrows though."


"So, he wouldn't intentionally hit us."


"What about "accidentally" though?"


"Good point."


They turned to run as Haldir approached the window again, armed with bow and arrows. I couldn't help but laugh at the look of determination on his face as he pulled back an arrow and let it fly. It struck a tree just to the right of Rumil as he flew past it, Orophin in front of him.


"Run faster!"


"I'm running as fast as I can!"


"It's not fast enough!"


Haldir let a few more arrows fly before he was satisfied that they were gone. Laying the bow and remaining arrows in the chair, we both looked around at all of the syrup bottles.


"What ever are we going to do with all of this?" I asked.


He scooped one up. He smiled. "Well, we shouldn't let it go to waste, that's for sure."


He lunged forward and grabbed the cloak, yanking it off me. He closed in, prepared to start soaking me in the syrup when I pouted.


"You don't play fair!"


He looked a bit taken back. "How do you mean?"


"I didn't get to cover you in chocolate last night. And what if I want to play?"


He laughed, bowed and handed the bottle over to me. "I'm all yours. Do with me what you wish."





The End