Title & Chapter Number: The Elf in the Mirror 6/12
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: None - Yet.
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir/Elrond
Timeline: Pre-LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir becomes ill and Elrond cares for him.
Notes: This story came about from several bunnies and my love/lust for Elrond and Haldir! It was to be a simple silly pwp, but angst is my middle name sooo it turned into something else. It is a story of love and the things that sometimes keep us from knowing how to love. Hope you all enjoy it.
[] Haldir's thoughts.
Chapter Six
Haldir was so glad to be home, to be back in his beloved Lothlórien. He was tired of living in buildings. He wanted to live in his talan, to sleep under the stars. He didn't need cooked food his first night. He just had lembas and a bit of Lord Celeborn's wine.
His brothers had been glad to see him but soon had wandered off to … well, they thought he didn't know, but he knew they'd gone down to the stream to make love. The soft bank was one of their favorite places. He had almost stumbled over them one evening. He had made sure to give them plenty of warning the next time he wandered by the stream.
The quiet of the woods normally soothed his soul, and had since he had come up to the Northern Fences as a young elf, after he recovered from his ordeal. Today he found little solace here. Demons that he thought he had laid to rest hundreds of years ago were suddenly back. And with them, a new dilemma.
Lord Elrond.
He didn't know how he felt about Lord Elrond. He had never understood his discomfort and sometimes outright panic around the elflord. He did now. He knew that Elrond was forever and irrevocably connected to the past, his past, and he didn't know if he could ever get over that. He had spent most of his adult life trying to put those memories behind him.
He took a bite of his lembas and lay down to look at the sky.
~*~*~*~
Lord Elrond was in a council meeting with Glorfindel and some of his other advisors.
"My Lord, they are all gone." Glorfindel smiled. "Your mind seems elsewhere of late. Lothlórien, perhaps?"
Elrond managed to look offended. "Why would you say that?"
"You spend every night in his room." Glorfindel raised a perfect brow and smiled at Elrond. And it was true, too. He lay in the bed he had shared with Haldir, holding the bedding to his nose to smell the other elf, thinking of the last night Haldir had stayed here. Kissing Haldir had been his complete and utter undoing. He knew that if it were in his power, he would get the moon and stars for the young March-Warden and ask nothing in return but to gaze upon his silver beauty.
"Do you believe that I miss his foul temper and his insults? "
"Oh yes," Glorfindel laughed gently, a lovely sound without censure or malice. "And you miss much more about him too."
"What am I to do? I can't going around pining over him like a callow youth."
"Have you thought about going to him and telling him how you feel?"
"No. I don't think I can. I don't think I could take his rejection."
"Are you so sure he will reject you?"
~*~*~*~
Haldir was plagued with dreams. They were not his usual dreams of torture and pain. They were dreams of a dark-haired elf with a circlet and eyes almost the color of violets. Instead of pain, he dreamed of pleasure, sinful and sweet, that left him hard and needy when he woke from his reverie.
At first, he ignored the dreams, not daring to even acknowledge his need. Then he decided he needed to seek out someone to help ease his need. He knew there were elves here in Lothlórien who lent themselves to such pursuits. He just didn't know any of them. He was sure Orophin or Rúmil could help him there.
As it turned out, he didn't need their advice after all. He had been summoned to Caras Galadon for a banquet to celebrate the coming of spring. There were elves from all over Lothlórien there. He was seated next to a lovely dark-haired she-elf that he had met before and had been friendly with. Her name was Alie and her father was a March Warden in the south. She smiled prettily at him at dinner and suggested they go for a walk after dinner.
They walked down to the small stream that wound around the city. It was a favorite place to stroll for lovers and had been for many centuries. They walked on one of the more secluded paths. Alie held his arm as they walked and she asked about his work and his travels. She was funny and interesting, and he enjoyed her company.
As they stopped to throw flower petals into the stream off the footbridge, he turned to her and kissed her cheek. She was sweet and soft so he pulled her into his arms. He looked into her blue eyes and felt s stab of disappointment at their color. He soon forgot his disappointment as they kissed and she pressed her soft body against his.
She was all warmth and need as they wandered from bridge to the soft grass of a small meadow. Haldir pulled her down into the grass and lay beside her as he continued kissing her. His hands cupped her soft breasts as his tongue plundered her mouth, and soon, he had tugged her bodice down so he could touch her naked skin. She was so beautiful in the moonlight as he looked at her with her milky white skin and the small dark nipples that stood out in stark contrast. He kissed his way down her throat to the swell of her breasts. She whimpered softly as his mouth found one of those dark buds. As his tongue teased circles around it, she ran her hands through his silvery blond hair, winding his braids around her fingers.
He pressed himself against her thigh and was a little surprised when she slipped her hand down between them and touched him. He closed his eyes and pushed into her hand, but all he could think of was those violet eyes and the hand that had caressed him in Imladris. He found himself pulling on her dress, trying to work it up over her hips. She lifted her hips and helped him work the dress down instead of up until it lay discarded beside them and Haldir was parting her legs. He touched her and smiled when she made a sound and arched into the hand that cupped her mound.
"I would join with you now," she whispered breathlessly as she pulled his tunic up to touch his bare skin.
"Yes," Haldir hissed as he moved around enough to manage to get his leggings down and off. She held her arms open for him as he fitted himself between her parted thighs. She was ready for him and indeed, she didn't seem inclined to wait as she opened herself further and arched up to meet his prodding arousal. She reached between them and guided him inside.
He was lost the moment he entered her wet heat. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper, moving her hips to meet his. A need so primal, so elemental took over so that he was mindless as he gasped and groaned and thrust over and over into her.
His release came hard and fast because he had denied himself so long. And when he moaned as he filled her with his seed, he cried out the name of the one who had been in his mind every waking and sleeping moment since he left Imladris.
"Elrond?" Arie screeched at him as she shoved him off of her. "You dare to call me someone else's name? And a Lord at that?" She sat up and grabbed her dress, pulling it up to cover her nakedness. "Do you think a Lord would want a border guard like you?" She laughed at him as she rose from the ground and ran away, leaving Haldir embarrassed and angry.
He rolled over to lay on his side. An angry tear fell from the corner of his eye and dropped onto the grass.
He hated Lord Elrond.
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