Title & Chapter Number: Evening Draweth Nigh 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and I make no profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir and Boromir
Timeline: Takes place in Lothlórien right after Boromir and Aragorn talk.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir decides to offer comfort to Boromir.
Notes: I needed a little angst. The title comes from a line in FotR when the Fellowship is getting ready to depart. Lady Galadriel said it. I made up Haldir's talan.
Haldir brought the tunic to his nose and inhaled the scent that lingered. He was almost ashamed of what he had done, but not quite. A human. He had brought a human here, that human too, the proud one with the taint of darkness hanging all over him.
~*~*~*~
They had come into Lothlórien tired and heartsick from the mines of Moria, eight of them, an elf, two men, four halflings and a dwarf. He knew the young elf from Mirkwood and he knew the taller man was one of the Dúnedain, the one who he had heard that Lady Arwen would marry. That wasn't something he wanted to dwell upon. The thought of a human and an elf was disturbing somehow.
He had escorted them into Caras Galadon, to his Lord and Lady. And he felt the man's pain when the Lady probed inside his head and spoke to him. At first, he thought it was the elf, but the thoughts were alien to him, so intense and urgent.
He could never say later why he sought the man out. But he did.
The Lady allowed them to sleep on the ground. Haldir sat watch on them though none but Legolas knew it. He listened to the men talk, saw the pain and fear in the man from Gondor. The Dúnedain went back to his bed but the other man still sat, nervous and fearful.
"You should rest, Boromir of Gondor," Haldir said as he approached. He saw the man jump, startled by his words in the still of the night.
"That is what Aragorn said. But I find no rest will come so I shall watch. Do elves never sleep?"
Haldir smiled. "We sleep, just not quite like you do, nor as often." He sat down beside the man. "You are safe here. My Lady means you no harm. She only sees what is in your mind… and in your heart."
Boromir looked startled for a moment. "She knows."
"Knows?"
"The evil that lurks in my heart."
Haldir said nothing. He knew of the evil that came with the Fellowship to Lothlórien. He knew of the Ring. He saw the torment in this man's eyes. He was surprised that he wanted to ease it. He had never felt much compassion for any save elves.
"But this evil is not you."
"Are you sure?" Boromir looked almost pleadingly at him.
"It is dangerous nonetheless. I have seen its power." Haldir stared out into the forest for moment. "Let us talk of something less dark. Tell me of your home, your family."
And he did. Boromir told him of Gondor, of the White Towers, of his beloved brother. His face changed as he talked and Haldir saw the man he must have been before a life of battle and sacrifice had worn him down. He wished he had known him then. He knew then that he would take this man back to his talan, that for once he would not be the cold guardian. He felt the doom surround this one, felt a certain sadness at the fleeting quality of men's lives.
"Come, let us walk. Lothlórien is beautiful, especially Caras Galadon." They walked among the majestic mellryn, Boromir marveling at the size of them. The night was lit with beautiful yet eerie lights strung among the trees.
They walked until they came to a talan out past where the lights shone. Boromir found the climb easier than he thought as they climbed ropes up into the tree house. The furnishings were sparse though the walls were hung with all manner of bow and knife on pegs and hooks. There was a small table and chairs, a fireplace, a small stove, and a small cupboard. On the other side of the room was a thick mat on the floor covered with a goose down coverlet.
Haldir offered him food, sweet cakes and honey. Boromir said he wasn't hungry but had seldom tasted anything as wonderful as the food the elf gave to him. Haldir poured sweet mead for them both. They drank and ate and talked quietly in the dim candlelight of the elf's talan.
After he had eaten, Boromir wanted to smoke his pipe, but knew that many elves did not care for the smoke. Haldir seemed to read his mind.
"We can sit outside." They walked out onto the other half of the talan, a large open platform not unlike a porch on a human house. There were chairs that were a cross between a hammock and chair that allowed one to lay back and relax without laying all the way down. Boromir lay back and lit his pipe. He could see the sky, the stars still twinkling this far from Mordor. He wondered what his brother was doing tonight. He wondered if he would ever see him again.
Haldir watched the man. His dark blond hair looked soft. He wanted to touch it, but hesitated to do so. He was curious about the hair on the man's face too. He smiled as Boromir took in his surroundings, eyes wide in wonder. Boromir looked at him and caught him staring.
"Why do you stare?" Boromir asked, smiling.
"May I touch your hair? It looks so soft." Haldir asked.
Boromir and the others had been treated to baths and had found clean clothes to wear, and Boromir's hair was indeed soft and shiny in the moonlight.
"Yes," was his quiet answer. The elf rose from his chair and came to stand before the man. He reached out and tucked an errant lock behind Boromir's ear. He ran his hand around to touch the man's beard and quite seamlessly, bent down and planted a soft butterfly kiss on Boromir's lips. The elf was quite surprised when the man opened his mouth and allowed him to kiss him again. This time the kiss was deep and became passionate as Haldir reached down to embrace the half reclining man.
"Your hair is as soft as silk," he murmured into Boromir's mouth, as he ran both hands through it. He was surprised at how strong the Gondorian was he pulled the elf down on top of him. Haldir remembered later thinking that he should stop this.
But he didn't.
He heard himself moan when Boromir ran his hands through his own long silver locks. His tongue was stroking the human's tongue, enjoying the sweet mead and smoky pipeweed taste of his mouth. He hadn't meant to get aroused. As a matter of fact, he had been surprised that he found the man attractive at all. He had never found humans particularly interesting.
He moved his hips, pressing himself against Boromir.
Suddenly, almost as if some barrier fell, two pairs of hands were working lacings and fasteners. Haldir gasped when Boromir sprang out into his hand, hot and hard and slick with pre-come. He looked into emerald eyes and saw lust and heat and something more, almost a pleading look. He took the human into his hand and moved his hand up and down. Boromir grunted and thrust hard up into Haldir's hand. He caught Boromir in another kiss, letting the man tongue fuck his mouth with the same rhythm that he was fucking his hand. Haldir sucked his tongue as Boromir moaned loudly.
As suddenly as he started, Boromir came, spilling all over both of them as he gasped into the elf's mouth. Haldir had thought he had everything under control until he realized that he was writhing against Boromir's hip, until he realized how close he was. He reached down and freed himself from his unlaced leggings. The friction of his naked penis against the rough fabric of Boromir trousers was pushing him closer and closer.
Haldir cried out when Boromir's callused hand closed around him and began to work him hard, up and down, up and down until he was incoherent and faster until his own seed shot out between them. He lay still on top of Boromir when he was finally spent completely and gasping for breath.
Boromir held him, smoothing his long hair back from his sweaty brow.
"Shall we go inside? Perhaps you would like to be rid of me." Boromir sounded unsure of himself now, the hesitance back in his voice.
"Rid of you? No, I would like you to stay with me this night. I- it was- I want you to- just stay." Haldir found himself grasping for words. Boromir just nodded his assent. They moved indoors and Haldir drew some water from the water barrel and warmed it. They bathed each other as well as they could with a soft cotton cloth. Of course, to do that they had to remove their clothes and both of them found themselves aroused all over again.
They tumbled into the soft mat, kissing and caressing each other. This time there was no urgent need to hurry and they explored, hands and mouths everywhere. Boromir shook like a leaf as he entered the elf's tight opening. And he wept when it was done, knowing then as he had known all along that this was the last time he would ever be with a lover. Haldir held him, trying to soothe him, kissing him until they both slept. They made love again just before daybreak, Haldir taking the man this time, gently and with great care. He knew that the man had known no male lovers before, and never would again, whether he survived or not. For some reason he could not understand, he wanted this night to be unforgettable for Boromir.
Haldir knew he would never forget.
~end~
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