Title & Chapter Number: Before the Dawn Trilogy 2: Lost in Shadow 2/2
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Hith a Naur
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No money, no suey
Warnings: Slash
Betas: Silvara, the most patient beta in existence... Ilye tested, Morgana approved. *giggles*
Cast: Celeborn/Haldir, Haldir/Legolas
Timeline: Fellowship in Lothlorien
Spoilers: None
Summary: A distraught Legolas enters the Golden Wood, carrying the weight of Mithrandir's death and his failed relationship with Elladan and Elrohir. He seeks solace in the arms of his friend.
Notes: Yes, I know. I said only three trilogies, didn't I? ^^ "Time Until the End of Time" is complete, yes. This story, though, touches on the few facts we are given in that series regarding Celeborn and Haldir. In the second trilogy, I let everyone know the two Lorien Elves were lovers when Celeborn sent Haldir to retrieve Glorfindel. Here is their story. ^^ Just like the others, it is based on the songs that inspired them -- these are Evanescence.
"And when I got back, he was sitting in my chair!"
Rumil's eyes widened as he listened to his older brother's tale. "Next to Gildor?" he asked, shocked.
Orophin nodded. "Slid right up next to him and was leaning over talking to him. Gildor told me later that he even had his hand on Gildor's knee!"
"You're not serious! What did you say?!"
"He said, 'If you're lost, I'm sure we can find someone to help you back to your table.'"
Rumil and Orophin jumped a full foot off the ground as they turned around. Celeborn was standing behind them suddenly, laughing. "You two are lucky that I'm not an Orc."
Rumil shrugged. "If you were an Orc, we'd have smelled you first."
"Where is he? I need to speak with him."
"Where do you think?" Orophin replied, pointing through the woods toward the top of a distant tree. "He's barely come down at all the past week. Should we be expecting something?"
Celeborn shook his head. "No, he's just brooding." The Sinda unshouldered his pack and placed it on the ground. "Your Nana sent this. There is a new cloak for each of you along with some dried fruit and several honeycakes. She thinks you two have probably had enough lembas for a while."
The two brothers beamed at Celeborn. Galadriel was always spoiling them like this, and they ate it up. Celeborn clapped each of them on the shoulder and smiled. "Keep an eye out while you snack. I'm going to go find your brother."
They nodded happily and turned their attention to the pack. Nana always put things in there that she didn't tell Ada about and the two brothers were anxious to know what she had sent them this time. Galadriel had the millennia-old Elves feeling twenty again.
Celeborn made his way to Haldir, foregoing stealth since he knew the Captain had probably seen him long before the Lord had reached his brothers. He took in a deep breath and looked up at the tree Rumil had pointed out and took to it like a cat. He was limber and swift, never having lost his warrior's touch. He could scale a tree within a heartbeat and from the surprised look on Haldir's face when he reached the flet, he had succeeded in impressing the younger Elf. Celeborn chuckled inwardly. Since when had he found it necessary to impress his lover?
But, Galadriel had made a point. What had he done in the passing time to keep Haldir with him?
"My Lord," Haldir stated, bowing slightly. "I would have come to you."
"I know, Haldir, but I wanted to speak with you privately." Celeborn straightened his tunic and brushed his long hair back over his shoulders. "I need you to pull most of your men from the Northern borders and restation them on the Eastern ones. We will need to defend Lorien from Dol Guldur soon and these borders will be safe while we concentrate on the East. Leave only a minimal guard, as few as needed."
Haldir nodded. "We will march to the border in two nights. Is that acceptable?"
"Aye, it will be."
Haldir turned from Celeborn, looking out over the Wood he had called home for centuries. "You should go back to the city, my Lord. I must call my men to me and decide who stays and who goes. You will be safer in the city."
Celeborn laughed, shaking his head when Haldir turned to look at him in puzzlement. "Haldir, I have defended Doriath, fought with Elrond and you in the name of Eregion, and I commanded an army when we fought in the Last Alliance. I will defend my Wood now. I am not a fat and lazy Lord who can no longer wield a sword or bow. I taught you how to use your long knives, pen-neth," he said, reverting to the childish name he used to tease Haldir with. "I dismiss my Elves, I am not dismissed by them." He cringed with the harshness of his tone, but he refused to back down, he was making a point to his lover.
Never underestimate Celeborn, Prince of Doriath.
They regarded each other for silent moments, neither blinking or giving ground. Finally, Haldir narrowed his eyes and snarled, "Is there anything else you need, my Lord, or shall you be on your way?"
Celeborn crossed his arms and leaned against the main trunk of the tree, his cool gaze looking Haldir up and down. "Yes, I think there is something else I need. Why did you find my bed so distasteful that you had to seek another's?"
Haldir let a cruel smile cross his lips. "Distasteful? I wouldn't call your bed 'distasteful', my Lord Celeborn."
"Then what would you call it, my Lord Haldir?" If Haldir wanted to play games, then so be it. Celeborn had been playing them with the Elf long enough to know there was nothing to be done about it but see it through to the end.
"It was not the bed that offended me so. I found that the occupant was the one to be so objectionable."
"And what have I done to upset you so, Haldir? Last I checked, you were well-loved, cared for, had my utter devotion and anything you ever asked for. What have I done that is so detestable?" Celeborn pushed off from his position against the trunk and covered what little space was between himself and the Captain. "And why not speak to me about it instead of whoring around with the Prince of Mirkwood?" Haldir's eyes flared with outrage. Celeborn had chosen the word purposefully and it had the desired effect.
"I am no one's whore. Legolas came to *me*. He offered himself. I have known him since the day he was born, Celeborn. I did not seek him as a bedmate. The Prince needed comfort, he wanted experiences, and he gave to me freely what you *never* could," he hissed out, inching closer to Celeborn so they almost touched noses.
"I have denied you nothing!" Celeborn's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Every desire you have confided to me has been yours."
"Perhaps I felt that what I have wanted you should have offered without my prompting." Eye to eye, toe to toe, neither Elf-lord was willing to back down from their position.
"Despite what others may think, Haldir, I am not privy to the internal workings of your mind. I do not go where I am not invited. Thus, if you do not open that pretty mouth of yours, I do not know what it is you desire."
Haldir sneered. "Every time I did open my 'pretty' mouth, my Lord, I had your *sex* shoved in it."
Celeborn opened his mouth and then closed it with an audible snap. He tried once again, but no sound would issue from his suddenly dry throat. The Lord of Lothlorien was uncharacteristicly speechless and Haldir's smirk of triumph incensed him further.
"And when," Haldir continued, pressing the advantage, "was I supposed to confess to you my secret desires? When you had me bent over the bedpost? Or perhaps on my back with my legs in the air? Or even sitting on your lap behind your desk? I do not suppose that you once even considered that I might desire a release from something other than your mouth or your hand?"
Celeborn's eyes showed first confusion, then a grim realization. The March Warden was right. In all their time together, he had never allowed Haldir to penetrate him, never allowed him to direct or control their lovemaking. "Is that what this is all about?" he asked incredulously.
Haldir misinterpreted the Sinda's tone, and it only infuriated him further. "I know that particular desire must seem inconsequential to you. You are, after all, a Prince of Doriath, Ruler of Eregion, and Lord of Lothlorien. What business would one so far beneath you as I have yearning to experience our most intimate closeness from the other side? At least the Prince of Mirkwood had no such perceptions of superiority!"
Celeborn placed his hands on Haldir's upper arms, opening his mouth to speak. Haldir, though, interpreted the gesture as an attack, so high strung was he. He grabbed Celeborn's shoulders and wrapped his left heel behind Celeborn's right, sweeping the leg as he threw his weight forward. The two crashed to the floor of the flet, Celeborn bearing the brunt of the impact.
The closeness had the desired effect in that both Elves became aroused simply by the presence of the other. Celeborn looked up into Haldir's face and felt that the March Warden had never looked so alluring as this moment, face flushed with anger, body trembling with lust.
"Perhaps I should simply take that which I desire, as you have so often, my Lord," Haldir hissed in Celeborn's ear.
Celeborn's expression softened into an inexplicably smug expression. "Perhaps you should," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
Haldir growled and descended on Celeborn's lips, his tongue demanding and then forcing entrance into the Lord's mouth. The March Warden nipped and tugged, suckled and devoured Celeborn, his tongue not allowing Celeborn into the warmth of Haldir's mouth. Celeborn could only describe the kiss as savage and hungry.
The March Warden's hands made quick work of the hunting garb Celeborn had donned when he left the city, instead of his formal robes. Haldir did not undress himself, instead he sat back on his heels, astride the Lord, and let his eyes devour the nude form below him. The anger had drained from the icy eyes which had now darkened to lapis with passion. Celeborn could feel himself flush under the intense scrutiny and wondered if he had ever made Haldir feel so uncomfortable.
Haldir licked his lips, a small smile trying to surface on his face. He had fantasized about having Celeborn in such a position as long as he could remember; the Captain just thought he would never get the opportunity. For so long he had been content with his position in their lovemaking, until Legolas showed him there was so much more he wanted to experience with Celeborn. Now his lover had given his consent to take what he had always desired.
He leaned down and trailed kisses from Celeborn's jaw to his collarbone, leaving a deep purple passion mark on his way. "You are mine, Celeborn..." he said in a low and venomous voice, his eyes holding the Lord's with an intensity that made Celeborn shiver.
"Yours, Haldir..." he whispered.
Haldir smiled and returned to his path, secretly thrilled that Celeborn had verbally confirmed his statement. He had never given Haldir that satisfaction. He wrapped his lips around one nipple, using his teeth and licking the wounded flesh after he had Celeborn cry out. He paid attention to each nipple, sucking and tormenting both small nubs with his teeth. When he had Celeborn squirming and begging beneath him, he granted the swollen flesh reprieve. He inched down the Elf-lord's stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel and chuckling quietly when Celeborn's muscles quivered with each stroke. "I remember all the times, my Lord, that you teased and coaxed my body... making me beg you with tears running down my cheeks..." he whispered against the tender flesh of Celeborn's thigh. "Did you think I would never return the gesture?" He looked up from his position between Celeborn's legs and cocked his head slightly, as if expecting an answer.
But, Celeborn could not offer an answer, as his hands gripped at the hard wood of the flet's floor, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He had not imagined the acute, powerful effect of Haldir dictating his pleasure. He had not been so painfully aroused in a number of years, feeling eager and desperate for release and waiting in delicious anticipation for whatever Haldir could think to do to and with him. He regretted never offering himself to his lover before now, but pushed the unwelcome sadness aside to concentrate on Haldir's ministrations.
When no answer came but the pleading moans from Celeborn, Haldir went back to marking the pale white skin inside his Lord's thigh, leaving small passion marks along the flesh. His arousal throbbed within the confines of his leggings, demanding to be satisfied, but Haldir pushed his need aside, determined to bring his mighty lover to the verge of breaking. He wanted to hear Celeborn implore him, beg him for release, to plead to have him claim him. He moved to the other thigh. laving the soft skin with his tongue while gently stroking the sensitive back of Celeborn's knee with gentle fingers.
Haldir sat up and looked at the kiss swollen lips, irregular rise and fall of Celeborn's chest, the numerous passion bites coloring his perfect skin, and the wanton display of himself for Haldir, his hips thrusting forward slightly demanding that his need be paid attention to. "Eager, Celeborn? Where is all that infinite patience you would display with me and my need?" He smiled evilly at the Lord and placed his hands on Celeborn's hips, demanding he present himself to the Captain on his hands and knees.
Celeborn groaned, his ignored length bobbing slightly as he shifted his position. While he situated himself somewhat comfortably on the hard floor, he heard Haldir strip himself of his clothing. Suddenly, the reality of the moment hit Celeborn. His heart began to race and he felt fear creep into his heart. In all his long years, he had *never* allowed one to take him in this way. Haldir would be his first. He felt childish and silly, fearing his lover's touch, but when Haldir placed his hand softly on his back and Celeborn could feel Haldir's erection pressing against the cleft of his buttocks, he gasped and shrank from the contact.
Haldir's eyes clouded with disappointment, though Celeborn could not see it. He pulled back from the hot, trembling body before him and rested on his heals. "Celeborn?" he said softly, demanding the Lord look at him. Celeborn turned his head to gaze over his shoulders and saw the love and concern, as well as the distress at Celeborn's distrust, and felt tears form in his eyes though he refused to allow them to fall. "We can stop, my Lord," he quietly offered, his eyes shifting to the floor. "I would never want you to do something you do not wish, melethen. It would pain me more to know I hurt you than to never know your body in this manner."
Celeborn sat up onto his knees and turned to face his lover, taking the warm, rosy cheeks in his palms. "Look at me, Haldir." The commanding tone made Haldir's gaze snap up to look into the face of his Lord and lover. "I do not wish for you to stop, but you must understand..." he chewed his lip with uncharacteristic embarrassment. "You are my first, Haldir. I have never allowed any of my lovers to have me thus. You will be the one and only to claim me, meleth."
The March Warden's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no words would come from him. He just sat there looking dumbly at his lover, not knowing what to say or do. Celeborn took pity on the Guardian and smiled, leaned in and kissed him sweetly, reigniting their passion. When he pulled back from the kiss, Haldir's eyes were heavy-lidded and dark. "I want to feel you inside me, Haldir," Celeborn offered tenderly.
Haldir nodded and motioned for Celeborn to return to his previous stance while he went to his pack nearby. He pulled out the phial of oil he used for his weapons and cautiously inched up to Celeborn. He swallowed visibly and took a deep breath. He calmed his frazzled nerves and looked down at the graceful curve of Celeborn's back, the perfect round globes of his buttocks, and his Lord's stiff length glistening with his need. He smiled and felt his arousal pulse, his desire renewed and a base instinct surged to lay claim to the glorious creature offering himself to the Captain.
Haldir opened the small bottle and dripped several drops down the crevice before him and then added some to his fingers. He dragged the slick finger slowly down the line the oil had made and smirked when Celeborn shuddered. He knew what was to come, as did Celeborn, but he also knew that there was nothing that could adequately prepare his Lord for the pain or the pleasure he would soon experience. Once he reached the virginal opening to Celeborn's body, he firmly massaged the tight muscles, reveling in the plaintive moans his lover made with each stroke.
He leaned over Celeborn, covering his back with his chest, and whispered into the Lord's ear. "Now, you must relax, my Lord, or I will hurt you and that is not my intention."
Celeborn nodded, his head light with excitement. He let out a low hiss when he felt Haldir penetrate him for the first time, feeling a tight, burning sensation. He knew his internal muscle clamped down immediately and Haldir ceased all motion. "My Lord..." he warned. Celeborn took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing his body to loosen.
When Haldir felt the death grip lessen, he withdrew the finger and added more oil. He slowly inserted the digit again and it slid in easier, Celeborn having calmed down, allowing Haldir to sheath his finger completely inside the hot passage. After a few moments and tentative movements, he added a second finger to the first, giving Celeborn a moment to become accustomed to the feeling. He stretched and prepared Celeborn lovingly, careful to listen to his lover's body language. Haldir decided to seek with Celeborn that area that his lover found frequently with him that made his whole body weak with desire.
Celeborn felt a particularly shallow thrust and then Haldir crooked his fingers downward, causing Celeborn to throw his head back and cry out. The white-hot pulse of pleasure made the Lothlorien Lord pant and push back on Haldir's hand, desperate for more. As Haldir massaged that point within him, Celeborn lost all sense of modesty and wantonly rode his lover's hand, panting with need and uncontrolled lust. Before he knew it, he was begging and pleading with the March Warden, trying desperately for the orgasm he could feel building within him. He whimpered with disappointment when Haldir removed his fingers.
"No need to worry, my Lord," came the ragged words from behind him. Haldir poured more oil onto his hand and stroked himself, closing his eyes for a moment and relishing the sensation. He then moved up to nestle behind Celeborn and guided himself to the tight opening. "You must continue to relax, my Lord. I will be gentle... I will go slow, but you must not tense." It was taking all his control to speak evenly and firmly, the well-being of his lover first and foremost in his mind. When Celeborn nodded, Haldir pushed forward gradually, breaching the tight channel with an audible moan.
Celeborn felt himself tighten on Haldir's member, his eyesight going dark for a moment with the incredibly full, stretch feeling engulfing him and sending the Lord into a brief moment of intense, sharp pain. Haldir had stilled, his breath coming in staccato bursts. "You must... relax... Celeborn," he managed. He wanted to simply bury himself inside his love, wanted to make him his, but he bit his lip and closed his eyes tight, willing his body to remain motionless. After a long moments, Haldir began to move forward once again, not stopping until his thighs touched the back of Celeborn's.
He then leaned over and smiled against his lover's ear, speaking in hushed tones. "You are now mine, Celeborn."
Celeborn trembled with the possessive quality Haldir's voice had taken, his body clenching slightly around the thick heat buried deep within him. The Lord sobbed with pleasure when Haldir began moving, making slow, shallow thrusts and massaging his back.
Haldir knew he would not last long, Celeborn was so tight and hot and the piteous moans he issued pushed Haldir to the brink of completion. As he neared his end, he began taking longer, deeper strokes, letting his cries and gasps escape his lips and caress Celeborn's ears. Just a few breaths later, Haldir stiffened and thrust once more, emptying himself into his Lord's body, collapsing onto Celeborn's tense back while basking in the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.
Celeborn struggled to keep them both upright, his arms shaking with the added weight. When he thought he could stay on his hands and knees no longer, Haldir lifted himself up and gently pulled away from him. Celeborn's brow furrowed with the immediate sense of loss when Haldir left him. Haldir placed his hand on Celeborn's hip and spoke quietly. "Turn over, my Lord... lay on your back for me..." Celeborn stiffly rotated in his spot and stretched out his sore limbs.
Haldir's eyes focused on the unrelieved arousal that jutted prominently from above his Lord's thighs. "Would you like release, Celeborn?" he asked slyly, spreading Celeborn's legs and positioning himself above the throbbing erection that leak small droplets of clear fluid. Haldir leaned over and swept his tongue across the head, taking his lover's nectar onto his tongue. "You must ask for it if you want what I offer you, Celeborn." He chuckled when Celeborn's hips shifted forward, straining for Haldir's mouth. "Ask, Celeborn," he demanded, holding the Elf-lord's hips down.
A blush spread over the sweaty cheeks of Celeborn. "Will you... pleasure me with your mouth... my Lord?" he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion and need.
Haldir smirked and bent his head down, swiftly taking Celeborn into his mouth, feeling him press against the back of his throat. Celeborn arched off the floor, his body as taut as a bowstring, and called out Haldir's name. The March Warden slowly moved up and down the hard flesh between his lips, sweeping his tongue around the swollen head when he pulled back. Haldir kept a languid pace, refusing to move any faster regardless of the pleading spilling from his Lord's lips. He reached down and cupped Celeborn's tight sac and felt him squirm beneath him, demanding his release.
Finally, Haldir slid the hand lower and inserted his finger in the seed-slickened passage, moving his finger against the spot he had located earlier. A powerful cry was ripped from Celeborn's dry throat as he came in a rush, his orgasm sudden and exquisite, bordering on painful, as his essence pumped into the March Warden's waiting mouth. Haldir reverently cleaned Celeborn with his mouth and then moved up to encircle the trembling Elf-lord in his arms.
"My Lord?" he asked, uncertainty coloring his voice.
Celeborn looked up into expectant eyes and smiled, bringing his lips up to meet those of his lover's. "Thank you, meleth, for giving me something I did not know I needed."
Haldir kissed his lover deeply and reached for his cloak, covering them both. "Rumil and Orophin will keep an eye on things while we take some much needed rest, my Lord."
Celeborn nodded sleepily and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of Haldir and their lovemaking, drifting off happily into reverie, knowing everything would be all right between them.
Haldir watched Celeborn's eyes go vacant and gently nuzzled his Lord's ear, silently thank the Valar for putting all the wrongs between them right. The March Warden rested his head on his arm, his other arm wrapped tightly around his lover, and drifted off to dreams, close on the heels of the Lord of Lorien.
~*~*~*~
The Orcs attacked just as Celeborn had known they would. Streaming out of Dol Guldur, the frenzied armies had set upon the Golden Wood with abandon. Had the Eastern borders not been fortified, the Orcs would have met almost no resistance and burst upon Caras Galadhon unopposed.
Even with the additional archers that Haldir had dispatched, the Orcs had made significant advances into the forest, hacking and burning trees as they came. Their rough hides were almost as thick as their armor, which made it extremely difficult for arrows to penetrate, and forced the Galadhrim to set against them with swords. The Elves had no such thick skin, so the Orcish crossbowmen continued to fire into the fray, not concerned if they struck a few of their own troops in the process.
One of the bolts struck Celeborn in the shoulder, driving so deep that the point erupted from his back. He fell back, but Haldir and Rumil were both there before the Orc he was fighting could take advantage of the opportunity. Rumil stabbed the Orc through the neck while Haldir pulled his Lord from the fighting. Once behind the lines of archers, Haldir called for the healer. A short-haired Elf-maid rushed over as the March Warden laid Celeborn on the ground, holding his shoulders up so the bolt could do no more damage.
The healer cut away the tunic from around the wound and examined it with a studious eye. She pronounced the wound to be "a clean puncture, no impact with the bone." This was good news, she explained, because it made removing the bolt that much easier. With her field knife, she cut the shaft of the bolt a few inches from Celeborn's chest. Then, reaching behind him, she grasped the point of the bolt between her palms and pulled, wrenching the wood the rest of the way through the Sinda's body.
Celeborn let out a cry of pain, and Haldir gripped his hand tightly as the healer applied a stinging salve to both sides of the wound and pressed a cloth against it to ease the bleeding. She left to retrieve the things she would need to stitch the wound, leaving the two lovers alone for the moment.
"Are you all right, meleth?" Haldir asked, panic and concern coloring his tone.
Celeborn reached up carefully with his injured arm and patted Haldir's cheek. "It is a very good thing," he said slowly, "that we had that first night in your flet, Haldir, for otherwise, I would have had nothing to which to compare this pain."
The two Elves shared a loving look, and then burst into laughter.
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