Title & Chapter Number: The Elf in the Mirror 8/12
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters with the exception of Eruanno and I do not 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 severalbunnies 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 Eight
"Get off of me, you big oaf!"
Elrond smiled. Haldir's voice was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, even if it was complaining loudly. Elrond moved onto his side so he could look at the other elf. And look he did. Haldir was dressed in a very thin pair of leggings and nothing else. Elrond looked at him from his tousled silvery blond hair down his hard, smooth chest to his flat belly. The tented front in the loose leggings did not escape the elflord's notice either. He wondered if he reached over and touched him, if Haldir would allow the touch or slap his hand away. Long legs and long slender feet completed the picture. He looked back up into disdainful blue eyes.
"Good morning. I'm glad to see you're still pleasant early in the day."
Elrond moved too quickly for Haldir to protest and kissed him, taking him into his arms. The younger elf offered no resistance at all. As a matter of fact, he seemed to almost melt into his arms, pressing himself into the elflord's embrace. His mouth opened for Elrond's tongue and was happily obliged. Haldir's arms wound the older elf's neck in a sweet embrace.
Elrond knew that the sweet creature in his arms might change his mind at any second so he pressed his advantage while he had one. He unlaced the front of Haldir's leggings and slid his hand inside.
Haldir seriously wanted to push the other elf away. He did *not* want Elrond. But the hand was so warm and it felt so good that he decided to see what the older elf would do. He could stop him anytime. Instead of stopping him though, he found himself kissing the dark-haired elf again. His hips moved as Elrond began to stroke his hot, achy arousal. He reached down between them, returning the favor and rubbing Elrond through his leggings.
"You really annoy me," Haldir whispered as he pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. His hand was busy unlacing Elrond's leggings.
"I…know," was the breathless reply from Elrond as the Lórien elf's hand closed on him. He continued the movement of his hand up and down Haldir's silky smooth penis.
"Faster, please stroke it faster," Haldir finally managed to say. "So close."
Elrond persisted and Haldir came hard, jerking his hips almost violently and moaning into the other elf's mouth as they continued to kiss. He had continued to move his hand on Elrond's penis and the elflord came seconds later, burying his face in Haldir's neck as he groaned and spilled his seed into the warm hand that caressed him.
Haldir turned away after, pulling away from Elrond. The older elf had known he would, expected him to even though it saddened him. He wondered when and if Haldir would ever be ready for love. He knew no one who needed or deserved more love than the steadfast March-Warden. He just wondered if he could ever convince the younger elf of that.
Haldir rose from his bed a few minutes later and hopped down out of the talan to bathe in the stream. Elrond decided to stay in the talan and allow him his privacy. He was only beginning to understand how closed off and proud the younger elf still was. He knew that if he didn't allow Haldir his pride, he'd lose him forever. And that was not something he wanted.
Haldir stood in the small stream, washing the evidence of his loss of control from his body. His face burned in shame that he had begged Elrond to touch him. It had felt so good though. He was beginning to ask himself how he felt about Elrond. He kept seeing those eyes as they had assured him all would be well on that awful day so many, many years ago. He still struggled to believe that all would be well someday.
~*~*~*~
The day's journey was quiet.
Haldir found that he felt embarrassment every time he looked at Elrond, so he said little on the long walk to Caras Galadon. He was angry that his body kept acting as if he were much fonder of the elflord than he was. He sneaked a look at Elrond as they walked. The older elf was handsome, he had to admit that, with his long, silky dark hair and that mouth that was made for kissing. Haldir found himself involuntarily licking his lips. He always was dressed elegantly in the finest silks and beautifully woven brocades, but Haldir knew that underneath his body was sleek and well-muscled like the warrior that he was.
Haldir also knew that he was going to embarrass himself again if he didn't stop thinking about the irritating elflord.
Haldir wasn't the only one who was sneaking peeks. Elrond watched the March-Warden walk, admiring his long, muscular legs. It probably didn't help matters that he knew the other elf's body so well. Haldir was strong, in body and in mind, to have survived what he had and to still be relatively sane. Elrond wanted to smooth those silky, silver locks back. He wanted to hear and feel Haldir orgasm in his arms again. He wanted to spend the rest of his time in Middle Earth learning all there was to learn about the Guardian of Lórien. He just hoped he got the chance.
Haldir delivered Lord Elrond safely to Caras Galadon. Lady Galadriel made him stay, insisting that he could use some rest, having been ill so recently. He couldn't turn his Lady down. She seated him beside her at dinner and Elrond sat beside Lord Celeborn. Galadriel smiled at him as Haldir asked her to repeat herself for the fourth time. All his attention seemed to be on Elrond, who also seemed to having trouble keeping up his end of the conversation with her husband.
After dinner, Galadriel took Haldir's arm and steered him out to walk in the garden with her. She saw her husband walking Elrond in a different direction.
She held Haldir's arm as they strolled through her fragrant garden. "You seem to be very distracted, Haldir. What is wrong?"
"Elrond!" He blurted out the name before he could make himself stop.
"What has he done?" She saw the blush and guessed that something had happened between them on the trip.
"It just seems I cannot get away from him."
"Do you want to?" She looked into his dark blue eyes. She saw the truth there, even if he couldn't acknowledge it.
"Yes, my Lady. He reminds me of the past, but he somehow it doesn't hurt so much as it used to." He hesitated, trying to decide how much to tell her, then he continued. "I have nightmares, have since my parents were killed. When I was ill, Lord Elrond held me when I had nightmares. He held me every night, all night. And I…I liked it. It was like he finally chased the past away for a few hours."
~*~*~*~
In his study, Celeborn offered Elrond some wine. As they sipped, he looked at Elrond, finally asking him, "When did you fall in love with my March-Warden?"
Elrond almost choked on his wine. "I'm not-"
Celeborn smiled gently at him. "Oh?"
"Very well, I think I have loved him a little ever since we found him. I have never seen such selfless bravery since G-" He stopped, tears choking him and making him unable to say the name. He looked away, trying to compose himself.
"What have you done about it? Does he know?"
"No. I think he probably thinks I am just a lusty old fool."
Celeborn laughed. "You are, but it is more than that. Even I can see it, and my wife says I'm not the most observant elf in the world."
"I came here because Glorfindel said I should tell him. I just… Celeborn, he hates humans and I know he will hate the human in me."
"He and Galadriel are walking in the gardens. Go find them and talk to him. He deserves to know. I think that he will be able to look past your … ancestry."
"But will he ever forgive himself enough to love me?"
"That one I can't answer. Have you ever forgiven yourself for surviving?"
Elrond looked away, staring at the shelves of books over Celeborn's shoulder.
Celeborn said gently to him, "Perhaps you both have some forgiving to do."
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