Title & Chapter Number: Lorien Interlude 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 do not profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Legolas/Haldir
Timeline: During the Fellowships' stop in Lothlorien
Spoilers: None
Summary: Legolas is tired and frightened.
Notes: I got a few requests from some fictionwith Haldir and Legolas. Here it is!
Legolas was tired and dirty, and his heart ached. They had come so far, only to lose Mithrandir in the Mines of Moria. They had escaped with their lives and that was all.
The elf dropped down from the canopy of trees and aimed his arrow at Gimli.
"The dwarf breathes so loudly I could have shot him in the dark."
By the time Legolas had an arrow drawn and aimed, they were surrounded by the elves of Lothlorien.
The elf who had spoken seemed to be the captain among them. Legolas had met him once a long time ago, when he had accompanied his father to a meeting with Lord Celeborn. He had been one of Celeborn’s guard.
"Welcome, Legolas, son of Thranduil."
"Our Fellowships stands in your debt, Haldir of Lorien."
The younger elf looked terrified, Haldir thought, as he led them toward Caras Galadon. He was dirty and more than a little shaken, from the looks of him. Haldir didn’t know when he had seen a more appealing elf, though. Perhaps after they had met with the Lady and Lord, he could keep company with this one for a bit, maybe soothe his fears and anxieties a little. He remembered meeting him and his father some years back.
Haldir led them, blindfolded finally after a long argument and over Legolas’ strong objections, toward Caras Galadon . When evening came, they put the Hobbits and men in one of the talans nearby. Haldir himself removed the Mirkwood prince’s blindfold, noting how soft his blond tresses were as he did so.
He invited the young elf to join him for some food. He had some dried meat in his pack that he shared, having given the fresh food for the hobbits to eat.
"How came you to be with this band of travelers, Legolas?" They sat under a tree on a fallen log.
"My father sent me to Imladris to the Council of Lord Elrond, and I volunteered to come with the Fellowship."
"Was Moria that bad?" He knew as soon as he said it that perhaps he should not have asked. Legolas looked both frightened and furious.
"It was senseless! I do not know why we did not go another way!" He was passionate in his anger, but his voice wavered near the end of his sentence. Haldir put a hand on his shoulder. He could feel Legolas shaking.
~*~*~*~
The next evening found them in Caras Galadon. Legolas was exhausted. He needed some rest, but he knew he would have to appear before Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. As they walked up and up into the impossibly tall mallorn trees, Haldir looked back at him once or twice and smiled encouragingly.
Then they stood before the Lord and Lady. Legolas felt her in his mind. And she and Lord Celeborn spoke about Gandalf. She looked at Legolas and said Gandalf had fallen into Shadow.
"He was taken by both Shadow and Flame…. A Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria." His anger and fear were both still written plainly on his tired face.
"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his full purpose."
She in turn spoke to each and every one of them quickly. She then sent them all to rest.
Haldir waited for Legolas on the forest floor, where Galadriel had a pavilion put up for the Fellowship to rest under.
"Come with me. I have food, and we shall talk. You shall be among elves." Legolas gladly followed, eager to be with someone who would understand him, eager to be with Haldir, though he didn’t let himself think that thought.
Haldir took him out into the forest, away from the city, to a glade that he often stayed in. It even had a talan that he stayed in, but he thought the woodland elf might be more comfortable out in the open. He would let Legolas decide.
They walked silently, both comfortable with silence as only elves seem to be. Haldir had brought food from the Lady’s table: venison and bread, and Lord Celeborn’s wine. They ate in the firelight of the small fire that they built and talked about life here and life in Mirkwood.
"Would you like to bathe in the spring, Legolas? The water is warm and would soothe your weary body."
Legolas smiled at him and didn’t say anything, just nodded. Haldir’s mouth was dry, all of a sudden. Legolas was a very handsome elf when he smiled. He silently led his guest to the small clearing and the warm spring. Legolas removed his sweaty, dirty clothing. Haldir swallowed hard as he looked at the other elf, pale and comely in the late evening light. The spring was a damned up hot spring that made a relaxing bath in any weather, because it was always warm. Legolas waded into the pool and sat down in the shallowest part.
"Will you come in too?" He called to Haldir, who nodded his assent and removed his own clothing, his hands shaking a little, but he was too far away for Legolas to see that. He waded into the warm water and sat down beside Legolas with a sigh. The warm water felt good to his muscles too.
Legolas began to talk, sitting there in the dark. He poured his fear in the mines out to Haldir, about how cold and dark they were. He choked up when he told his new friend about the cave troll, and finally, he talked about the Balrog and Mithrandir being lost. His despair was a new thing to him. He had never seen death among those he cared about.
He had moved closer to the Lothlorien elf during the whole conversation, edging over to him in the water. He was sitting almost close enough to touch the guardian. Haldir was very surprised when Legolas turned and put his arms around him and buried his head on Haldir’s shoulder. Haldir hesitantly patted his back and held him a bit gingerly.
Legolas cried a little, and as Haldir held him, he realized how hard the journey had been on the other elf and how frightened he was of all that had happened. He let him cry and just patted his shoulders. Haldir spent a lot of time alone, and aside from his brothers, was not terribly close to anyone. He couldn’t tell when the last time he’d had a lover was.
But sitting here naked in the water with this elf, Haldir knew he wanted to love him, if only for this night. Perhaps they could offer each other a little solace.
Legolas was embarrassed at his show of emotion, but it felt so good to have those strong arms around him. He was aware of the naked body that sat next to him. He wanted to kiss Haldir, just to thank him. Or that’s what he told himself. He moved so his mouth was so close to Haldir’s that he could feel his breath. He touched his lips to Haldir’s.
Haldir sat still, not moving a muscle. Legolas had impossibly soft lips and the kiss was sweet and gentle, just lips to lips. Haldir’s hand touched the other elf’s face and he leaned his head toward the touch.
"We should get out of the water. You need some rest." Haldir said against the soft lips. He realized after he said it, that his body would give away a bit much when he got up out of the water. They both rose gracefully and walked to the shore, both pretending not to notice the other’s arousal. They walked naked back to the fire and sat by it until the heat had dried them.
"Would you like to sleep out here, or would you like to come up to the talan?"
"Inside, I think. I get enough sleeping out on the ground as it is."
So they climbed up into the talan. The sleeping mat had soft down quilts on it. Legolas looked but he didn’t lay down, waiting for Haldir to do or say something, it seemed.
"Rest, Legolas of the Woodland Realm, you never know when you’ll get to lay in a bed again."
Haldir didn’t know what to say when Legolas asked, "Will you not lay here too? There is plenty of room. And…"
"Yes?" Haldir wondered if his voice sounded too hopeful when he finally did speak.
"Will you hold me?" The was half adult, half child and Haldir could not resist.
Haldir joined Legolas on the soft mat, pulling him into his arms under the quilt. He lay on his back and the other elf’s head lay on his shoulder with their arms around one another. He wanted to kiss Legolas again, but he wasn’t sure his kisses would be welcome.
Legolas wanted to feel Haldir’s lips touch his again. He wanted … more than that, but was unsure how to tell the guardian. He would have been blind not to notice that Haldir was affected by the kisses before. But the other elf had been careful not to touch him any closer than was absolutely necessary.
Legolas moved the hand on Haldir’s chest down a little, touching smooth skin gently. It almost seemed like an idle touch, but it wasn’t.
"Haldir?"
Haldir was trying to keep his breathing steady. He was rock hard, but hopefully Legolas would not notice that. That hand was making him crazy.
"Yes?" His voice came out breathless again.
"Kiss me?"
"Yes!"
He did. This time, it wasn’t timid or sweet. He tried to make it so, but hunger took control. His tongue claimed the other elf’s mouth in a deep, probing kiss. He didn’t quite know how, but he found himself rolled over on top of Legolas, pressing him into the soft mat. The Mirkwood elf’s shaft was rubbing against his own now. His hips were demanding that he move, that he press himself harder against the warm body beneath him.
Legolas beat him to it, thrusting up against him, straining and groaning as Haldir put a hand on either side of Legolas and began to thrust almost as if he were actually inside the young prince. Haldir knew he was lost. He felt his body tighten, readying itself for release. He looked down into the midnight blue eyes of his lover and saw the same thing, saw how close Legolas was.
He came, the friction more than he could withstand, his seed spilling into the tight space between his body and Legolas. He watched Legolas and felt him come too, adding to the wetness between them.
They clung to one another, Haldir surprising himself by the tenderness he felt for the visitor. After a little bit, Haldir found a cloth to clean them both. Then he lay back under with quilt and pulled Legolas back into his arms.
~*~*~*~
The Fellowship tarried in Lothlorien for *some days.
The days, Legolas spent with the Fellowship and with the other elves. The nights, he spent in Haldir’s arms. They learned of love, one from the other. Their last night, they spent memorizing each other, each touch and movement, each sigh of pleasure.
"Haldir! Harder, do it harder!" Legolas begged. He wrapped his legs around Haldir’s waist, arching up into him, crying out over and over when they came for the last time. They lay in the warm cocoon of Haldir’s sleeping mat until the sun rose.
The Lady gave them all special gifts when they got ready to depart. The gift she gave Legolas was a bow of the Galadrim, a bow made by Haldir himself. Every time Legolas touched it, he felt the sweet touch of Haldir and smiled.
~end~
* It says they stayed in Lothlorien "some days" in The Fellowship of the Ring.
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