Title & Chapter Number: The Elf in the Mirror 10/12
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 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 Ten
"Get off me! How do you ever sleep without me to lay on?"
Elrond laughed. He had missed this grouchy creature. He was surprised when the grouch pulled him down for a kiss. Elrond certainly didn't object at all. He loved holding the warm, sleepy elf in his arms and kissing him was sheer bliss. He rolled over and pulled Haldir on top of him. He was rewarded with one of the younger elf's haughty looks. Those just made him want to tease him more.
"You do make a good pillow. I rode all the way here from Imladris because I missed your bony body."
Haldir was not bony. Not at all. He wasn't quite as tall as Elrond but he had broad, strong shoulders that narrowed to slender hips and long legs. Elrond waited for his objection to being called bony.
"You are the skinny one, my Lord, not me."
Elrond laughed again. Only Haldir would have enough nerve to call him skinny.
"Would you like to find out how skinny I am?" Elrond couldn't believe he asked the question as soon as it was out of his mouth. He was also surprised at the expression on Haldir's face. His eyes were dark but not with anger this time. Passion had flared in them.
"Yes," was his quiet answer and without another word, they helped each other undress slowly and lay back beside each other, facing this time. They were still silent as both of them looked at the other one. Elrond noted that his would-be lover was already half erect. He wanted to taste Haldir, wanted to make him squirm and cry out with pleasure. Elrond wanted to know every part of the silver-haired March-Warden, both inside and out.
Haldir wanted Lord Elrond. It felt strange to acknowledge it, even to himself. He wanted more than to come in the elflord's hand too. He wanted to make love, to join with him, perhaps even more than that. He didn't know how to ask, but it was obvious that Elrond felt the same way. He saw that as he looked down the dark haired elf's body.
He was relieved when Elrond pulled him into his arms. Elrond's skin felt like heaven against his. He realized even their bare feet were touching. He felt excitement run through him that he had not felt since he and Eruanno had made love. He had a feeling that this was going to be very different though. This was no young virginal elf child. This elf had been lover to Gil-galad, and Glorfindel too, he suspected. He was one of the most revered elves in all elvendom. Haldir was still a little surprised that Elrond was even interested in him.
Elrond reached a hand up and touched Haldir's cheek. It was time to be honest with both himself and Haldir.
"I meant it when I said I love you last night."
"I know," the younger elf smiled. Elrond had seen that smile seldom enough, but he thought that it was bright enough to rival the morning sun. He wanted to hear Haldir say the words. He needed to hear them. "I love you too, Lord Elrond. I have fought it for a long time."
"And you have fought valiantly too, my brave one. But love will not be denied."
They kissed, a searing, passion-laden kiss that left them both gasping for breath minutes later. Haldir jerked when Elrond's hands slid down his body to rest on his scarred bottom.
Elrond pulled back and looked at him.
"I will not hurt you. I just want to show you how much I love you. Will you let me?"
For a moment, he thought Haldir was going to say no. Instead he turned and offered Elrond his back. The scars were mostly very faded but still there. Elrond ran his hands gently over them, touching some with fingertips as he kissed others, letting his tongue trace them. He felt Haldir shiver but the younger elf did not pull away. He made a small sound of pleasure as Elrond kissed the backs of his legs while his hand slipped around to the front.
"Please, this time I don't want to come in your hand, my Lord."
"Tell me what you do want, little one."
Haldir didn't say anything for the longest time, just let Elrond continue to kiss him all over. Elrond ended up kissing the brand, before he turned his young lover over and began to treat the front side of his body quite like he had the backside. There were scars there too, though not as many. Haldir's breathing became ragged as the elflord ran a wet tongue down his flat abdomen to the tiny indention in his belly. Haldir gasped out loud when Elrond stuck his tongue into his navel. The older elf tried not to look at how there were more scars the closer he got to silver blond curls surrounding Haldir's erection.
Haldir didn't know how much more he could stand when he looked down and saw as well as felt Elrond's tongue dart out to lap up a drop of liquid forming in the tiny slit it came from. His breath hissed out as Elrond opened the little slit with his tongue.
"My Lord," he whispered as the dark-haired elf ran his tongue languorously around the smooth skinned head, wetting it then closing his lips over it and slowly enveloping the shaft in his mouth. Haldir was grasping a handful of sheet in each hand as he writhed. He arched his body upward until only his heels and his shoulders and head were touching the bed. He felt Elrond's throat close around him. He was close, so close. But he wanted more. "Please, my Lord. I need to be… I want to…"
Elrond knew that Haldir wanted and needed to be inside him, and he had every intention of meeting his needs, all of them for as long as Haldir would let him. He looked up and let the hard shaft slip from his lips. He smiled and nodded at Haldir.
Elrond rose from the bed and found a small vial of oil that he had actually brought with him to Imladris in the slim hope of using it. He handed it to Haldir, who still watched him with passion-glazed eyes. Haldir rolled onto his side and patted the bed in front of him. Elrond lay down with his back to his lover and let Haldir pour the oil onto him. He knew that for the rest of his existence, he would think of this beautiful silver elf and this day when he smelled sandalwood.
The elflord was nervous despite himself as a finger gently probed his opening. He shivered at the warm breath against his shoulder as Haldir murmured to him. He tried to bite back his gasp when he was penetrated by one finger, then two. He swore by all that was holy when Haldir found his prostate gland and gently touched it. He was surprised by the myriad of feelings that flooded his senses as Haldir pressed his penis inside him, especially the hot tears he felt sting his eyes. He realized they were tears of joy.
"I love you," Haldir rasped out the words as he pulled Elrond tight against him, one arm underneath as the other hand sought Elrond's heated flesh. Despite his need, the pace he set was slow at first; he was holding Elrond so tightly that they just rocked together, bodies joined so completely that there was no other movement possible.
Elrond felt more than just pleasure; he felt as if the other elf's very essence was seeping into him, making them more than lovers. He knew it was more than sex, more than need. He felt bonds forming that were tighter and more binding than the strong arms that held him.
"Elrond, I-" Haldir's words were lost as pleasure rocked him, making him shudder and tremble as he filled Elrond with warm semen. His hand and the sounds he made brought Elrond with him, the elflord's seed spilling over his hand.
When they stopped moving and the tremors stopped, Haldir slipped from his lover but did not relinquish his hold on the older elf. Finally Elrond turned over to face him. Love is what he saw in the face of the one he had longed for for quite some time. He gathered Haldir into his arms and soon they both slipped into reverie, feeling happy and secure in their new love.
~ Next Chapter ~
~ Previous Chapter ~
~ Library Main ~
~ Author Index ~ Character Index ~ Title Index ~
~ Hall Of Fire ~ Gallery ~
~ Links ~ Shops ~ Map ~ News ~ Rules ~ Lists ~ ~
This page is in no way affiliated with New Line Cinema or Tolkien Enterprises, and no profit is being made.
The information contained herein is NOT to be used to spam or in any other way harrass its members. Be advised that abuse of this site will not be tolerated, and the appropriate legal action will be taken.
Hall-Of-Fire.Com v.4.0, Copyright © 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009 by Cristine Cook-Fireheart. All rights reserved. This web site may not be reproduced in any form, except as occurs in normal browser caching, without express written permission from the author.
Website by Infinite Connections Design.
