Halfway To Mandos 7

Halfway To Mandos

Part 7

Posted: January 11, 2008

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Haldir gasped softly as sensation flooded through his body. Pleasure like he had never experienced swamped his senses. He could do nothing but hold on to Glorfindel’s broad shoulders as the warrior swept him up in a maelstrom of passion. He whimpered softly as Glorfindel carried him up the steps leading away from the garden.

The bedchamber was enormous and airy. Large columns supported the roof and sheer drapes wafted in the breeze. The bed, situated opposite the double doors leading to the patio, dominated the space. Four huge posters reached up to the canopy. Deep sapphire sheets covered the down mattress while sheer curtains fluttered around each post. Many pillows were piled against the headboard.

Vases full of celandine occupied several surfaces and the flower was embroidered around the edges of the bed linens. Haldir looked from the furniture to Glorfindel and back again.

“I very much prefer my creature comforts,” the lord smiled. “There is nothing quite like sinking into a soft mattress and snuggling in for a good night’s sleep… or a rousing bout of lovemaking. It is much easier on the knees. Although it is a little harder on cleanup.”

Haldir couldn’t help but laugh at the cheeky statement.

“There,” Glorfindel said with a satisfied grin. “That is much better. I would rather have my lover happy.”

“I am afraid you caught me off guard, Hiren. I did not expect such statements from you,” the Marchwarden admitted.

“Hmm,” Glorfindel purred softly. “Well I wanted to lighten the mood a bit. You are tense and wary. I wanted you to know that you can relax with me. I am not going to hurt you.”

“That is not an easy request to fill,” Haldir answered softly. “I relax around no one.”

“That is a shame. I shall have to work harder then. You are safe here, Haldir. Nothing will harm you,” Glorfindel assured him. “And please stop calling me ‘my lord’. My name is Glorfindel.”

“Very well Hi… Glorfindel,” the Marchwarden said with a blush. He turned to look anywhere but at the other warrior.

A gentle hand took his and he faced the other ellon once more. Slowly, Glorfindel drew him to the bed. Then he sat down, tapping the space next to him. The smile he wore was enchanting. Haldir hesitated for a moment and then joined him.

“You are so beautiful,” Glorfindel whispered as he slowly caressed Haldir’s cheek. “It is like Ithil has kissed you with her light, to carry it with you no matter the time of day.”

“I…” Haldir’s words were stopped with the delicious sensation of the golden elf’s finger pressed against his lips.

“Shhh,” Glorfindel chuckled. “Just accept the compliment, Haldir.”

“I am nothing special,” came the whispered reply.

“Oh but you are,” the seneschal argued. “If there were nothing special about you then Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn would never have placed their trust in you and given you the rank of Marchwarden. That is not something that happens by chance. I know there is something special in you. You are courageous and loyal, honest and responsible. Yet, none of these things are what draw me to you.”

“Then… why?” Haldir asked.

‘Because you have fire within you that cannot and should not be extinguished,” Glorfindel whispered as he placed a sweet intoxicating kiss upon Haldir’s lips. “It is the strength of your heart that captivates me.”

“Oh Glorfindel,” the silver elf sighed; slowly losing himself in the light kisses being placed on his lips. “I do not believe my light will last much longer.”

“I disagree,” the seneschal whispered as he pulled the silver ellon closer.

Leisurely placing kisses along the luminescent skin of Haldir’s jaw, he carried the Marchwarden back to the soft sheets. He seduced Haldir with tongue, lips and teeth. He rang cries of pleasure from the silver elf that had his blood singing with joy.

Shifting positions, he let his hand dance down Haldir’s body and wrap around the silver elf’s shaft, pleasuring him with sure strokes. He watched those icy blue eyes darken with desire and smiled when lean taut thighs parted in silent invitation.

Shifting over Haldir, Glorfindel gently and thoroughly prepared his lover. He wanted the Marchwarden to feel nothing but pleasure when he claimed him. Patience won out as the silver elf finally began to push back on the golden elf’s fingers. Capturing the lush full lips, Glorfindel placed the head of his shaft at Haldir’s passage. Slowly he pushed forward, easing into the tight sheath until he was fully seated.

“By the Valar,” Haldir moaned wrapping his arms around Glorfindel.

He had shared his body with other elves before. Yet, the experience had never felt like this. He gasped at the full stretched feeling of the golden elf inside him.

“It has just begun, pen vain,” Glorfindel purred.

With gentle motions, he began to move. Each thrust calculated to bring Haldir the most exquisite pleasure. His sapphire eyes never left his lover’s face as the seneschal picked up the pace, his own needs making him strive for completion. Guilt was pushed aside as pleasure took over. When the time came, he would do what was necessary to save this young ellon’s life.

All too soon it seemed he was spiraling out of control. Haldir wrapped his legs around Glorfindel’s hips as the warrior continued to thrust into him. His breath came in short pants. The pleasure assaulted his senses until finally it snapped.

He arched his body, throwing back his silver head and screaming Glorfindel’s name as he spent between them. Trembling and shaking, Haldir rode the waves of his pleasure only to be pushed higher as the seneschal followed him.

So wrapped up in his peak, Haldir did not notice the glowing of their bodies. He did not notice the sensations of their fea becoming one. Nor did he feel the lure of Mandos’ Hall fading from his soul. All he could do was feel the pleasure granted to him by this most beautiful of elves.

Glorfindel collapsed against him, spent. After a few moments, he slowly rolled, taking the Marchwarden with him and curling the silver ellon against his side. Panting for air, he stared up at the canopy, listening to the sound of Haldir’s fea dancing as one with his own. It was done. Come what may, whether the silver elf accepted him or rejected him, Haldir would live.

Several hours passed before Glorfindel gently kissed his lover awake. Smiling at the unhappy look in Haldir’s eyes, he kissed the silver elf on the nose.

“It is time to wake,” he whispered softly. “Look, dawn approaches. Your loved ones await your return and it is never a good idea to keep the Lady of Light waiting. She can be as nasty as her uncle when perturbed.”

“I do not wish to leave you,” Haldir whispered as he caressed Glorfindel’s cheek.

“You will never leave me, Pen neth,” the golden elf whispered softly. “But you must wake.”

Slowly, Haldir closed his eyes once more. He felt his body rising, floating and all around him the room faded from view. When he opened his eyes again, it was to look into the worried gaze of Lord Elrond. A smile appeared on the peredhel’s face and relief filled his storm gray eyes.

“You have returned to us,” the lord whispered. “The others will be so very pleased to hear the news.”

“Is my life worth what I left behind in that place?” Haldir questioned his voice harsh from disuse.

“It depends on whether what you speak of was truly left behind,” Elrond answered. His eyes flicked to the spot next to Haldir and the Marchwarden turned his head only to gasp in surprise.

“Glorfindel,” he whispered. “How can this be?”

“Questions are best left for another day,” the lord insisted. “For now, your brothers have been pacing the hallway since their arrival. They are most anxious to see you.”

“He is here?” Haldir whispered.

“Yes,” Elrond said. “Now, I will allow your brothers in but only for a short time. You still need to rest.”

The silver elf nodded though his eyes never left the golden elf lying beside him. Slowly, he reached out and caressed the high arc of Glorfindel’s cheek, letting his fingers slide down his jaw. Those eyes opened and they were the same deep sapphire blue from his dream, vision, whatever it had been. Then the ellon next to him smiled and he felt his heart skip a beat. Something sang deep within him.

In the next moment, his mouth was captured in a searing kiss and all else faded away. He was gathered into strong arms and pulled close, feeling the hard evidence of Glorfindel’s desire. With a soft moan, he yielded to the Elda.

“You taste even sweeter now,” the seneschal whispered a hair’s breadth from Haldir’s lips.

The sudden pounding of feet had them looking away from each other. Rumil and Orophin skidded to a halt as they saw their stalwart brother encircled in Glorfindel’s arms. The younger of the two narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on his hips.

“What is he doing in bed with you?” he demanded before Orophin could slap his hand over his mouth.

“I do not think that is any of your business,” Haldir answered softly, remembering how he and his youngest brother had parted. “Why are you two here? Should you not be on duty in Lothlórien?”

“Lord Elrond sent a message that you had been injured. We came as soon as we could,” Orophin said quietly.

“Haldir,’ Glorfindel interrupted. “This is a conversation between brothers. I will return to my chambers. I will come back later, pen vain.”

Impulsively he kissed the silver elf, claiming his mouth in waking as he had in the realm between life and death. Then, after they both became breathless, he rose from the bed as naked as the day he’d been born. With not one shred of self-consciousness, Glorfindel strode proudly to the door, aware that Haldir’s eyes were raking over his body hungrily. He chuckled softly. If he had turned around, the silver elf and his brothers would see his very prominent response.

“What is going on, Haldir?” Rumil demanded. “You were unconscious when we arrived and, we were told, have been since you came. Now, you are awake and in bed with another elf.”

“Glorfindel was here when I awoke a few moments ago,” Haldir pointed out. “Pardon me for disturbing whatever plans you may have had Rumil. In truth, I am surprised either of you came at all or was it simply to confirm I had taken that final step into the Halls?”

“How can you say such a thing?” Orophin whispered, dropping to the chair beside the bed as Rumil’s cheeks flushed an angry red.

“Was it not you, toren dithen, who said I was so cold I might as well be in Mandos’ realm with Adar and Naneth and that you hoped I would join them soon?” Haldir asked calmly, pushing aside the pain in his chest those words had caused. “I am sorry I was unable to oblige you, Rumil. Lord Elrond is truly a skilled healer.”

“Tell me you did not say such things?” Orophin demanded of the younger warden.

“Do not act as if you have never been angry with him, especially when he interferes in our love lives. Tell me you have not wished he would leave us be instead of trying to keep us always by his side and away from those whom we would love,” Rumil snorted.

“To love is to put yourselves in danger,” Haldir whispered softly. “I have ever tried to keep you safe, to protect you to the best of my ability.”

“Did you ever stop to think that we neither wanted nor needed your protection? Did you ever truly look at us and see that we have grown up, reached our majority? It never crossed your mind that we might not share your skewed opinion on love. I do not know when you became so cold and heartless, Haldir, but I, for one, am sick and tired of the way you act towards us, not to mention our lovers. I will not deny that I have wished you gone so that I could live my life in peace, so that I could love whom I will without your attempts to drive them away.”

“Do you feel the same, Orophin?” Haldir asked quietly, looking at his brother. “Do you wish yourself free of me?”

“Hal, I just,” the middle brother began. “I just wish I understood you. I love you, but I cannot and will not live as you do.”

Haldir looked from Oro’s sorrowful face to Rumil’s angry one. The pain in his chest exploded within him. Turning his face away from them he said the words that would make them happy.

“Go,” he said quietly.

“What?” Orophin whispered.

“Leave this place.” Haldir said. “Do not look back. Do not come back. I am dead to you.”

“Haldir,” Rumil began, shocked at what he was hearing despite his anger.

“GET OUT!” Haldir screamed as pain wracked his body, convulsing his limbs until he arched off the bed.

Before they could do more than gasp at the agony their brother was now in, the two wardens were grasped by the back of their tunics and thrown out the door. A snarling Balrog Slayer pinned them to the wall opposite the entrance to the room. Over his broad shoulders they saw the furious face of Lord Elrond as he rushed into the room.

“I did not bind my soul to his, bring him from the very doors of the Halls, only to have you drive him back,” Glorfindel growled. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind and beat you for your senseless and cruel words.”

“We just...” Orophin began.

“What you have just done is take away the only thing Haldir had to live for, his family. You two were his sole source of joy, of happiness, and you have just ripped out his heart,” Glorfindel hissed as he felt the pain of Haldir’s soul. It was trying to fade. “He lived for you. Now you had best pray he will live for me. Beg the Valar to grant me the strength to save him a second time. By Elbereth, I can only hope the love I have for him is enough. Erestor get them out of here. I do not want to see them within one hundred yards of Haldir. They have done enough damage for both of my lifetimes.”

“Indeed Lord Glorfindel,” came the cool voice of Lady Galadriel. “Celeborn and I will see to our wardens.”

Orophin and Rumil cringed at the look on their sovereigns faces. It was almost as frightening as what was happening to Haldir. Almost.

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