The Banquet

Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: Characters not mine.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org & Library of Moria

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Summary: A banquet is held in Rivendell to mend relations between Mirkwood and
Lothlorien. Haldir’s sexual appetite threatens to undo all, as he plans a feast
of his own under the table.


The Banquet

Elrond spoke urgently, “This is our last chance.”

Galadriel returned his serious expression with one of her own. “Has there been
any word from Thranduil?” she asked, though she knew the probable answer.

“Nay, he has not spoken of it. Yet he has agreed to attend the banquet with his
son, so I believe that amends could be made ere the day is done.” Elrond stared
down at his feet as if somehow the hope he sought were a thing dropped on the
floor, momentarily misplaced.

A long silence passed between them as they sat in one of Rivendell’s fine rooms.
The banquet was to be held in neutral territory, and thus Rivendell had been
agreed upon by Thranduil, king of Mirkwood, and Celeborn, lord of Lothlorien. In
the distance, the powerful thunder of waterfalls provided a calming and yet
energizing atmosphere. On this day, however, the sound reached neither Elrond
nor Galadriel as they sat, deep in thought.

Galadriel’s mind traveled back to that fateful evening when Thranduil and his
son, Legolas, had been guests in the forest of the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien.
The king had graciously sent his son to share a watch of the borders with Haldir.
Legolas had behaved admirably; if any of Lothlorien’s males had excited him, he
had not shown it. Such unions followed strict protocols of introduction,
approval and courtship, especially when Elves of rank were involved.

The king had thought to test their skills by approaching them quietly from
behind. Galadriel had thought it to be a fine idea and had chosen to accompany
him. Upon their arrival, they were startled to hear a lustful voice filled with
carnal intent and find Legolas fending off no evil creature of the dark but
Haldir. Legolas flipped Haldir over his shoulder and onto the ground before
spinning around to face the two unexpected intruders approaching from behind.

Relief had shown clearly on the prince’s face, though whether it had been from
escaping Haldir’s attentions or at the discovery of the intruders not being orcs
was not clear. The Lady and the king stood horrified as they had seen Haldir
scramble to regain his feet. His leggings were crumpled in a heap on the ground,
and his eyes still burned with hunger. Legolas’ hair was disheveled and his
tunic ripped. The king had been furious and had departed immediately, taking his
son with him.

After a while, Galadriel’s thought returned to the room. She looked at Elrond
and spoke again. “I have asked Haldir to help with the meal preparations. I
should think that would offer some assurance to the king.”

Elrond nodded slowly. “By the grace of Elbereth it had not gone too far, but now
we stand on the brink of war amongst our peoples. I saw Thranduil and his son
carrying offerings from their palace as they rode in.” He turned to meet her
gaze once again. “The Elves cannot stand against our common enemies if we are
divided. We must not fail tonight.”

Galadriel nodded as she added, “The king will make his decision tonight, and he
will consult with his son. Let us pray that their evaluation of this banquet in
their honor is favorable.”

Elrond warned Galadriel, “We may yet have a chance at that if you keep Haldir’s
appetite for food satisfied and his appetite for things sexual firmly reined
in.”

Galadriel nodded as they rose and left for the banquet hall.

---In the Banquet Hall---

Most of the preparations in the banquet hall had been completed. Haldir walked
beside the long table that stretched across the far side of the room. Behind the
tables was the only solid wall; the other three had large windows that allowed
the evening air and forest sounds to be added to the ambience of the setting.

Haldir lit the candle that marked each guest’s place and set it carefully back
on the pristine white cloth that reached decadently all the way to the smooth,
stone floor. The table befitted the occasion; the center table was waist height
and wide enough to hold a variety of foods and decorations. The tables on either
side were slightly lower but were still decorated as tastefully as the main one.
The ornaments were always brought in before the guests, and the chefs themselves
would carry the food in after everyone was seated. The lighting of the candles
was the last task before the room came alive. The guests would arrive very
shortly. Just as he had set the last candle, he turned and saw Legolas reach the
top of the stairs leading into the hall.

Legolas paused slightly as he saw Haldir. Raising his chin a little higher in
the air, he ignored the Lothlorien Elf as he carried in a set of elaborately
carved figures from the artists of Mirkwood and placed them carefully on the
center table.

Haldir watched the long fingers placing the ornaments in their appropriate
locations. He longed to feel them touching him in the most inappropriate
locations. His eyes burned anew with a hunger that had simmered since their last
meeting. He had forsaken all others since that night, and now his hunger
threatened to boverover.

Legolas turned to leave, but Haldir grasped him by the wrist and pulled him back.
“There will never be peace between our people if you ignore me,” Haldir said,
and then whispered a plea, “Give in to your desire for me.”

Legolas frowned as he looked at Haldir. “There will never be peace between our
people if you insist on disrespecting common etiquette,” Legolas snapped back as
he twisted his wrist violently against Haldir’s thumb, effortlessly breaking the
grip. He turned briefly and looked Haldir in the eye. “A Mirkwood Elf is not
some object you can take as you please. There must be peace between our people,
but this is not the way to get it.”

Haldir licked his upper lip slowly, but then turned to leave. Legolas exhaled
and glanced back at the table once more to check all was in place. Suddenly
hands were at his neck pulling backwards and a foot was in the small of his back,
pushing forwards. Legolas was kicked off balance and dumped on the floor.

The sound of the approaching guests echoed up the stairway leading into the hall.

Haldir rolled Legolas onto his side before pushing him onto his stomach. Legolas
continued rolling and used the momentum to roll onto his other side, so he could
get his arms and legs in a better position to defend himself. Haldir saw
Legolas’ intention and thwarted it by entwining his legs with Legolas’. They
grappled frantically to gain the advantage. Haldir had had the element of
surprise.

The guests approached the banquet hall entrance.

Legolas elbowed Haldir in the stomach. The Lothlorien elf grunted as the wind
was partially knocked out of him. His momentary distraction allowed Legolas to
roll back the other way and start to bring his knees up under him. Haldir held
onto the prince’s arms and used his legs to knock Legolas’ out from under him
again. As Legolas struggled, Haldir pulled on one arm and rolled him toward the
center table.

The guests reached the hall entrance. The king nodded graciously at Galadriel as
she bade him to enter the hall first.

Haldir desperately kept the momentum of Legolas’ roll going by using the
advantage of his weight in one final push. He managed to lift the white cloth
out of the way as they rolled under the table.

Thranduil stared wide-eyed at the sight before him. The ornately decorated
tables stood like a work of art. He would have thought he were looking at a
masterful painting were it not for the slight movement of the white cloth draped
over the center table.

---

The guests were seated in their appointed places. The excited chatter resulting
from the splendor of the setting was dying down. Faces were starting to turn
from the center table to the entrance, but nobody else appeared at the banquet
hall entrance. Two places were conspicuously empty. Haldir and Legolas were
missing. Elrond looked around calmly, but when he caught Galadriel’s eye he
raised an eyebrow. Galadriel shifted a little in her chair before speaking in a
voice loud enough for all to hear.

“Haldir has requested that he not be kept from his duties this evening. Please
accept his apologies.”

Various nods of approval were given, and then the focus turned to Legolas’ empty
place. The king cleared his throat before announcing in an equally loud voice,
“The prince requested that he tend to my horse. He is concerned that she may
have bruised her foot on one of the river crossings. He knows how fond I am of
her, and he insisted that he care for her himself. I ask that you indulge him
this liberty.”

Galadriel and Elrond exchanged swift glances of relief before nodding emphatic
understanding to the king, satisfied that there was no way Legolas would go
anywhere near the borders that evening. They were free to entertain the king,
and the banquet would proceed joyously.

Beneath the table, Haldir was proceeding joyously with his captive. The confined
space and Haldir’s greater weight swung the wrestling in his favor. Of course,
Legolas needed only to call out to those above, or reach out to the legs under
the table, and all would be discovered and stopped. Indeed, one call would end
it all, Haldir’s attack and also any chance of peace. Legolas knew that; Haldir
counted on it.

Haldir spun around and swiftly pinned Legolas’ upper body to the floor with his
own powerful legs. He used his own limbs to immobilize Legolas’ struggling arms.
He was careful not to crush the heaving chest with his own body weight as he
worked swiftly and surely at the ties on the top of the prince’s leggings.
Legolas shifted his hips with what little latitude was granted to him, but this
only assisted the ties in coming undone in Haldir’s deft fingers. Haldir
grinned wickedly as he turned to look backwards and mouthed the words silently
to Legolas, “I shall undo more than this.”

The skilled and determined fingers of Lothlorien’s finest marchwarden started to
remove the leggings, pushing them slowly down the long thighs from which they
would soon be cast, along with all caution, as Haldir’s body responded to the
sight of more of the prince’s skin. Legolas spread his legs to prevent the
downward slide but in doing so exposed himself to a series of lustful strokes
from the hands that were quick to divert from the process of undressing him. He
closed his legs to shut the hands out of playing with any more of him, and, as
he did so, the hands whipped off his leggings in one smooth stroke. They were
flung sideways, and, as they landed, they brushed a pair of legs seated at the
table.

Above the table, Galadriel frowned slightly. She waited for an appropriate
moment in the conversation when attention was not focused on her. Seeing her
chance, she gracefully lowered her hand to her ankles and pulled at the strange
fabric resting over her feet. She had pulled it into view just a little when she
recognized that her fingers were touching leggings, and not those of Lothlorien
craftsmanship. She pushed them back under the table and lifted the table cloth
high enough to see.

Sheer panic gripped Galadriel as she was confronted by the undeniable sight
under the table. Haldir was trying to subdue Legolas, and the prince was clearly
resisting. Galadriel dropped the cloth back down and sat up, casually looking
around to see if anyone had noticed anythintowntoward. She tried to focus on the
light conversations around her, but all she could see was the image of Legolas’
exposed legs and Haldir’s uncontrollable hunger as he drew closer to what he
sought.

All was lost.

Beneath the table Haldir had forced Legolas’ legs apart slightly with his
powerful arms. Legolas was effectively prevented from kneeing Haldir. Their
bodies strained although they were both unable to move very much now. Haldir
smiled as he lowered his mouth to the tantalizing shaft and sacs positioned
before him. Such a display of Mirkwood’s finest delicacies would not appear
above any table in the king’s halls. His tongue started licking slowly along the
flaccid shaft. Legolas attempted to escape from the tongue by bucking his hips.
Haldir thwarted the move with his teeth as he nipped the soft flesh. The hips
stilled immediately as Legolas let out a cry of pain. “Ah…!”

“Ah……wonderful! The chefs are approaching,” Galadriel exclaimed loudly, standing
up suddenly and applauding the Elves who now entered the hall bearing platters
of finely prepared dishes. All eyes momentarily focused on the Lady’s outburst
before they turned to the chefs. The other guests hesitantly started applauding
as well, since this seemed to be expected.

Under the table Haldir resumed his slow licking. His hot tongue ran along the
entire length as he gently coaxed the blood into it. Legolas gritted his teeth
and thrashed his head from side to side; it was the only movement he was
permitted. Slowly but surely, Haldir felt Legolas’ arousal building. The
resistance in the body beneath him started to weaken as the flesh heated. Haldir
continued the licking. Inevitably, the flesh beneath his wet tongue firmed. The
thrashing gave way to an anticipatory stillness in the benebeneath him. Once the
prince was fully erect, Haldir looked behind himself again and saw Legolas’ wide,
need-dilated eyes staring at him. The princes’ mouth opened slightly.
Haldir turned back and, like the graceful neck of a swan, swooped down and took
the throbbing head of him in his mouth and began to suck. Legolas cried out
involuntarily again, “Mmm…!”

“Mmm, these are delicious! Here try some,” Galadriel blurted out, handing the
king the nearest small dish. The king accepted the offering and agreed with
Galadriel’s evaluation of it. As he turned to receive another from Elrond,
Galadriel stole another peek under the table. Her eyebrows shot upwards as she
saw that the marchwarden was now sitting astride the prince, having removed his
own clothes and the rest of Legolas’. She blinked hard as she saw the prince’s
penis standing up for more of Haldir’s attentions.

Galadriel sat up rather quickly.

“Is anything amiss?” Celeborn inquired curiously, his attention drawn by the
sudden movement next to him.

“Some of this food is a little more slippery that it appears,” Galadriel laughed.

Celeborn smiled and returned to the conversation with the guest seated on his
other side.

Galadriel sat silently as her mind reeled with the new information and the new
possibilities.

Beneath the table Haldir had settled himself between Legolas’ legs and beheld
the beautiful body laid out before him. The prince’s protest was long since
silenced by the arousal in his loins. Haldir gently ran fin fingers up and down
the muscular chest. His own erection now strained and throbbed between his le as as he considered his next move.

Above the table Galadriel quickly surveyed the vast array of delicacies set
before them. She turned slowly to the king and asked in a casual tone, “Which of
these brings most delight to your palate?”

The king eyed a skillfully arranged vegetable platter and smiled wordlessly back
at her.

She returned the smile and carefully chose her next few words. “Oh, does Legolas
share your love of such vegetables?”

Thranduil shook his head. “Nay, in that respect we are not alike. My son is
rather partial to strawberries. Indeed, I was lucky to get any myself when he
was a child,” the king said, eyeing a silver bowl of the berries nearby and
smiling to himself at an amusing memory.

“Oh, that is a wonderful group of musicians that have assembled to entertain
us,” Galadriel said, using a compelling tone that made the king and all others
look without thought. They saw a group of Elves who had appeared quietly and
were preparing themselves and their instruments for the upcoming performance.

Beneath the table, Haldir was preparing Legolas for an upcoming performance.

Elrond responded to the Lady’s attention on the musicians. “Yes, I thought it
would be most appropriate to have representatives from Mirkwood, Rivendell and
Lothlorien.” The king also nodded his approval of the selection.

Had there been any onlookers, it would have seemed as if Galadriel had simply
passed her graceful hand over the bowl of strawberries in an animated gesture.
Nobody noticed a few were now missing. Her other hand had gestured emphatically
toward the musicians, and all eyes had instantly been drawn to where she had
expertly focused attention. The acquiring hand surreptitiously dispatched the
stealthily obtained strawberries under the table. One of them rolled to a stop
as it touched Legolas’ arm. Haldir was quick to snap it up, and, as he sat
astride Las, as, he rapidly removed the green top as deliberately as he had
previously removed the prince’s leggings. His eyes blazed with hungry intent as
he placed it on his outstretched tongue and drew half of it back into his mouth.
The finer end of the deep red strawberry protruded provocatively.

Without breaking eye contact, Haldir lay himself slowly down across Legolas’
chest. The Elf beneath him watched, hypnotized, as the heat of Haldir’s chest
came to rest on his own and that delicious strawberry came closer. Legolas
parted his own lips in anticipation. As they could feel each other’s breath on
their faces, Haldir stopped his forward movement and gently brushed the tip of
the fruit against the prince’s bottom lip. Legolas in turn rubbed his lip
against the red tip. His begging tongue reached out for the morsel that was
being wickedly withheld from him. Haldir granted the request as he slid the
strawberry tip along Legolas’ tongue. The prince gently took off the end of the
treat with his teeth and chewed slowly. Both of them kept their lips lightly
touching as they chewed. When Legolas had swallowed his treat, Haldir slipped
his tongue into the prince’s mouth so that the last remains could be sucked off.

Haldir pressed the next strawberry into Legolas’ mouth at the same time as he
pressed his hips against the prince’s. Legolas gasped at the sensation, and
Haldir pushed the strawberry all the way in. As the willing captive chewed
slowly, Haldir mimicked the motion with his hips, grinding in short pushes.
Legolas chewed faster.

The last strawberry never got near Legolas as Haldir sat there sucking on it and
looking at the quivering cock before him. The need to restrain the prince’s legs
was long passed; they had yielded their fight and lay pleadingly open, granting
Haldir access to all he desired. Haldir desired it all.

Above the table a crescendo of stringed instruments was being played in a slow
rhythm. Below the table Haldir used his straining, hot shaft to rub to against
Legolas’ penis in time with the music. They both knew the song, and Haldir’s
eyes never left Legolas’ as he played as relentlessly as the musicians. They
knew the tempo would build to an exciting conclusion. It was a well known
hunting song that ended with a successful kill.

Galadriel risked another peek under the table. She smiled as she saw the
prince’s pleasure.

Towards the end of the feast, the final toast was made. Large chalices crafted
with fine silver rims were brought out. They raised them into the air. Haldir
raised Legolas’ bottom end. They brought their lips to the fine rims of their
cups. Haldir brought his lips to the hot rim of Legolas’ needy opening.
Everyone’s palates were satisfied.

---

The guests had departed from the banquet hall. The night sounds dominated the
air once again. Galadriel slipped quietly from the banquet hall, the last to
leave. As those coming to clear the room approached, she waved them away. They
happily accepted her dismissal; it was easier to clear things in daylight.

A little while later as Galadriel and Elrond stood on a high balcony overlooking
the gardens, they could see the form of Thranduil as he walked in the moonlit
gardens. There was a quick movement as Legolas appeared swiftly by his side.

Galadriel smiled as the king and Legolas walked off to discuss their opinions of
the Lothlorien Elves and the banquet. Elrond turned to Galadriel, his face tense.
“I do hope the evaluation of the banquet will be favorable.” Galadriel swept her
hair back over her shoulders lightly as she smiled.


END