Claiming The Greenleaf 41

Claiming The Greenleaf

Part 41

Posted: September 29, 2006
Title: Claiming the Greenleaf
Author: Elohir Mornedhel

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“You are restless,” Celeborn whispered softly so as not to wake Haldir. He looked into his wife’s eyes and saw a sadness there he did not understand.

He rose from the bed to stand behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled Galadriel back against his chest, giving his strength.

“There is much I see that I do not wish,” she answered softly. “I will leave these shores long before you. I know this.”

“Yes,” he said as he laid a gentle kiss against her hair. “It is because of this that we acknowledged our love and attraction for Haldir. We have discussed this. You do not wish me to be alone here.”

“No, I do not,” she agreed. “Yet, this night I see how much Haldir loves us. I see how much he needs us and I worry for him.”

“Do not fear,” Celeborn said with a warm smile. “Haldir is strong and true. He will not fall simply because he must wait to see you again as I will be strong until the sea calls. We will lean on each other until it is time to join you in the west.”

They turned back and faced the bed, staring at the vision lying upon it. The deep blue tones of the sheets set off Haldir’s silver coloring as he slept. They had held him for many hours during the night, sandwiching him between them and cocooning him in their love. For one so young, at least young compared to the lord and his lady, he held such courage and bravery in his heart. There was never any doubt where Haldir’s loyalties laid. He never shirked his duty and never held back anything from those he loved.

“How is it that one so young has captured our hearts so thoroughly?” she questioned.

“His fëa (soul) is pure and good,” Celeborn answered. “We will never have reason to doubt him and it brings peace to us.”

“Of course,” she smiled. “It does not hurt that he is so very beautiful.”

“No, it does not,” Celeborn chuckled. Slowly he pressed his hips against his wife, letting her feel his returning arousal. “And it is a most inspiring beauty, do you not think?”

“Mm, I most heartily agree,” she smiled.

“Then I suggest the two of you stop yammering and come back to bed,” Haldir purred. “It is cold and lonely in here without you.”

“As you wish, pen neth (young one),” they laughed as they surrounded him.

“Much better,” Haldir said with a smile as he curled into them as best he could.

~~

Glorfindel sat up suddenly, his sapphire eyes darting about the room.

“Peace, meleth (love),” Legolas called. “I am in the bathing chambers. Join me?”

“Now that is an invitation I cannot resist,” the golden elf chuckled as he rose from the bed.

The vision that met him was enough to steal the breath from his lungs. Prince Legolas Thranduilión sat in the sunken tub, his lean archer’s arms stretched across the rim, and thousands of rose petals danced across the surface of the water. His pale gold locks were slicked back and trailed down his chest, the ends floating on the water. A small smile played across the prince’s features.

“Is this a vision I see before me? Am I dreaming?” Glorfindel thought.

“I am very real,” Legolas answered. Slowly one hand rose and he stretched it towards Glorfindel. “Will you join me?”

Immediately the golden elf stepped into the water. He drew the lovely Sinda into his embrace, capturing his lips in a kiss. It contained all his love, devotion, and desire.

With a soft moan, Legolas gave himself over to Glorfindel, leaning into the kiss as he straddled the seneschal’s waist. A growl tore its way free as their erections pressed together. They pulled apart to pant, trying to regain their breath.

“I never thought to find love once more,” Glorfindel whispered. “I thought I would be alone in this life.”

“You will never be alone,” Legolas assured him. “I will always be with you.”

“Know this, Legolas Thranduilión,” Glorfindel said as he lifted his head, staring into the cerulean eyes that had captured his heart. “Wherever you go, no matter how far the distance, I will be with you. I will hear you across the miles and lend what aid is in me.”

“Indeed, then it is mutual,” Legolas smiled as he began to rock his hips. “There is something I very much need right now.”

“And what is that?” Glorfindel chuckled.

“You deep within me once more,” Legolas panted.

“As you wish,” the golden elf purred as he prepared and then slid deep into his love.

“Perfect,” Legolas moaned, resting his forehead against Glorfindel’s shoulder.

“I agree,” the captain growled.

Their loving was leisurely, reflecting the serenity in their souls.

~~

Slowly Erestor opened his eyes. Instead of seeing the beloved face of his lord, a deep red rose greeted him. He breathed in and the scent of fruit greeted his nose.

“Good morning, pen vain (beautiful one),” Elrond whispered from behind him.

“Mm, good morning, seron vell (beloved),” the advisor answered. “This is a lovely surprise.”

“I thought you might be hungry,” Elrond said, an uncharacteristic blush staining his cheeks.

“I am,” Erestor smiled, cupping his face. “See how well you know me?”

“I will be with you until the end of Arda and I still will not know you completely,” Elrond said. “There is such depth and complexity in you. I will never stop learning about you and what makes you work.”

“Is this a bad thing?” Erestor asked as he delicately nibbled on a strawberry.

“No, meleth nín (my love),” the lord smiled. “Discovering the many facets of you will be one of my greatest joys.”

“Only one?” the councilor smirked.

“Oh, no,” Elrond purred as he nuzzled at Erestor’s neck. “Discovering and rediscovering your lovely body over and over again will bring us BOTH immense pleasure.”

“This is good,” Erestor panted as his body started to tingle. “And while I would LOVE to continue where this conversation is going, I am starved and in need of sustenance. Therefore, feed me first, híren (my lord), and then we may continue this discussion.”

“Of course,” Elrond laughed.

“It is good to hear you laugh again, Elrond,” Erestor whispered. “It has been much too silent of late.”

“I have you to thank,” the lord answered. “You have made me whole once more. You have given me strength and purpose. You have let me just be Elrond when in the privacy of our chambers and granted me reprieve from being the Lord of Imladris. You have given me love and opened my eyes to the pain I was causing myself. I can never thank you enough. I can never love you enough.”

“You love me more than I ever dreamed,” Erestor said.

“It is the easiest thing for me to do,” Elrond chuckled. “It just took me too long to realize it.”

“It is a good thing I am a patient elf,” Erestor smirked. Then he popped a grape into Elrond’s gaping mouth. “Let us eat. We can turn our minds to other more pleasurable pursuits once we finish.”

“Of that you can be assured” Elrond said in his best council voice.

They ruined it by laughing.

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