By Memory Compelled

By Memory Compelled

Posted: September 15, 2006
Title: By Memory Compelled
Author: Ennorwen
Type: FCS
Characters: Haldir/Legolas (established)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien and alas to his heirs who don't like to share. I have borrowed them anyway but unlike them don't make cent off of it.
Warnings: Explicit Sex, of a sort
Prompt: #038 “I received you for your safe-keeping and also to do as I might bid.”
Beta: Rozzan
Author’s Notes: This is for Minuial Nuwing, one of the kindest, most generous authors in the whole of the fandom.

Summary: PWP. No socially redeeming value whatsoever. Lothlorien, during the quest, with a very much in-control Haldir working his magic on a malleable Legolas.

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So stealthily had the Galadhel entered the talan that the faint whisper of breath on the nape of his neck was the first Legolas knew of Haldir’s arrival home. Not many could catch the wood-elf unaware, but Legolas was genuinely tired and distracted and his usually keen senses were lowered, especially within the comfort of his longtime lover’s flet.

Legolas was sitting at the table, idly stripping feathers for fletching and Haldir carefully prised them from his fingers, stacking them neatly on the table, before enveloping his lover into his arms from behind. He spoke not a word.

Legolas closed his eyes and let Haldir take him, willing his body to relax into the Marchwarden’s strong arms, almost unconsciously tilting his head to the side to allow Haldir’s lips more room to explore the sleek expanse of moon-kissed skin.

Haldir gathered the long fall of wheaten tresses in his hands, gently smoothing and stroking, moving the strands, fingerfulls at a time, to left of Legolas’ head, while limning the wood-elf’s neck with his tongue. Legolas shivered under his lover’s touch, the small blond hairs at his nape rising with each tickle.

Leaving a wet trail from collarbone to the delectable whorls of Legolas’ ear, Haldir gently took the lobe between his lips. Soft meeting soft, Haldir sucked, barely allowing Legolas’ earlobe into his mouth before withdrawing, only to pillow the pliable flesh between his lips once more.

“Do you remember, seron vell?” whispered Haldir, voice low and sonorous, “Do you remember the first time that I took you?

Legolas shivered as Haldir’s hands slid down his arms and entwined knowing fingers with his own and the Marchwarden smiled against his neck when he moved their hands together at Legolas’ midsection and felt the result of the beginning of his seduction.

Legolas’ breath quickened and he leaned back in the chair, looking for more room to stretch out his legs, but he was trapped between the table in front of him and Haldir behind.

Tightening his grip, Haldir held him closer, pressing his chest into Legolas’ shoulders, inhaling the scent that was his lover and moved to press his face into the hair that he had so carefully pulled to one side.

A low growl rose from deep in his throat and he said the one word that he knew would further bestir the Mirkwood prince. Drawn out and almost alien, in the uniquely inflected Sindarin of the Golden Wood, he whispered.

“Legolas.”

Hearing his name on his lover’s lips caused the wood-elf to shudder, and he brought his head up and opened his mouth, but all he could manage was the exhalation of a long-held breath, and Haldir could feel it under his fingers, the uneven rales of increasing arousal.

Haldir disengaged his fingers and splaying them, coasted upward, from the wood-elf’s navel to his chest, increasing the pressure as he reached Legolas’ nipples, feeling them peaked and firm beneath his palms. He skimmed over them and brought his hands to Legolas’ shoulders, holding them tightly with his hands.

“Turn the chair around, Legolas.”

Gripping the chair with white-knuckled hands, Legolas did as he was bid and as Haldir stepped away, turned the chair to face his lover.

Watching the Marchwarden’s every move, Legolas’ eyes narrowed as he saw the Galadhel’s hands come to the ties of his cloak. Slowly undoing one tie, then the other, Haldir removed it with a silent flourish. Legolas’ lips turned upward in an approving smile and Haldir responded with a smirk that was all his own, telling the wood-elf beyond words that he was in control. It was a sneer of knowing, but loving, command.

Haldir moved sinuously toward him and stood between his parted legs, looming over him, overwhelming him with his presence.

Legolas sank into the chair, looking up at his lover, fingers uncurling from its wooden arms. He laid himself back, turned his palms upward, and relished it, the safety he felt in his lover’s talan, the utter relinquishment of responsibility, the long exhale of withheld tension.

Haldir began at his forehead, a light kiss there, then over his eyes, brushing the flushed cheeks with his mouth.

“Do you remember, Legolas?” asked the Marchwarden.

“The glade near the river in the Greenwood? The smell of the great wood after the rain? The vibrancy of the colors?”

“Do you remember this?”

Legolas trembled as Haldir’s mouth closed over his, taking him in a luxuriant kiss, reinforcing the words. Haldir grasped Legolas’ hair between his fingers, caressing ever deeper until he held his lover’s head between his hands. He licked over the wood-elf’s lips, and took the lower one between his teeth, drawing blood to its surface, reddening it.

“I…”

Legolas tried to respond around Haldir’s mouth and his hands went to Haldir’s head, drawing him closer, deeper.

“I…”

“Shhh, ernilen.” said the Galadhel, replacing his mouth with a gentle finger over Legolas’ lips.

“Legolas.”

The word and the silver-grey eyes which bore into him ensured Legolas’ complete resignation and he fell back, letting his limbs go limp, offering his body and his soul into the keeping of his lover.

Haldir’s fingers moved to the closures on Legolas’ shirt, deftly unclasping one after another, until the last was undone and he parted the cloth as if he was revealing a precious artwork.

“Do you remember when I bared your skin to the moonlight? And it caressed your skin as if that of a lover? Do you remember how you shuddered when I touched you? When I moved my mouth closer and took you like this?”

And Legolas did shudder as Haldir leaned over him, placed his hands on the wood-elf’s and took a ripe nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and around, wetting it, inducing the small nubs surrounding it to come to the surface.

Legolas looked down and saw his skin glistening, feeling it warm, and then cold as his lover’s tongue moved onward, increasing its pressure and speed. At first soft and then harder as the tongue flickered faster. Legolas groaned and moved to draw Haldir closer but the Marchwarden held his hands firmly and Legolas began to writhe, unconsciously pushing his groin upward, seeking a touch, any touch to his quickly moistening erection.

It took nearly all of Haldir’s self-restraint to not move more swiftly, but he paused in his attention to Legolas’ chest and came back up to his mouth and lingered there, not touching, grey eyes seeking and holding Legolas’, feeling Legolas’ breath hot and mingling with his own.

“Legolas.”

The elf-prince bucked up off of the chair and for a brief moment was able to touch Haldir’s loins with his own, but the Marchwarden settled him, swallowing a moan with a taste of the wood-elf’s lips.

Breaking the kiss, Haldir knelt between Legolas’ legs and his large, strong hands skimmed over the wet streaks on Legolas’ torso. Looking up, taking a breath, and mastering his own arousal, he continued.

“Do you remember melethron? Do you remember when I knelt like this before you in the moonlit glade? When my hands raked your chest and then moved downward? Do you remember how tightly I held you around your loins, nuzzling your sex, scenting you, feeling you strain against your breeches?

Ai, how Legolas longed for a touch, any touch, just a skitter over the solid burgeoning in his leggings. He felt the widening patch of moisture that spread over the lacings at his groin, and shook as the Marchwarden’s deft fingers came from around his waist, skimming the vee of his loins, moving ever nearer.

“Do you remember, Legolas? Do you remember when the lacings slipped through their grommets? The feel of their tug and pull against your rigid shaft? The slightest grazing of the string against the sensitive skin of your arousal?”

Haldir began to work the lacings loose at Legolas’ waist, pulling them ever so slowly through the holes that held them, not just untying, but removing, one long string at a time.

The merest friction over his erection caused the tip to ooze more of its pungent lubricant and Legolas writhed, clenching and unclenching the muscles of his buttocks, thrusting into the touch, straining to feel more.

“Please, Haldir…I…”

“Shhh, ernilen,” whispered Haldir, breath wafting hot over the over the skin at Legolas’ waist.

“Do you remember when I kissed you here?”

As Haldir’s hands parted the cloth, his lips followed, sliding over the heaving flesh of Legolas’ abdomen, following the trail of fine hairs that lead to the engorged muscle and its’ weeping tip.

Parting the opening further, Haldir began to slide the leggings down Legolas’ hips, mouth following, licking and kissing.

“And here?”

As he sampled the flesh of his suppliant’s hips.

Legolas, seeking to free himself from the constraining cloth, lifted his flanks, helping Haldir as he slipped the leggings lower and then off.

“Ah, Legolas. You are so beautiful in your arousal. Do you remember, in the moonlit glade, how you blushed when first I bared your flesh to my desirous eyes? As you are even now?”

Haldir quirked up a lip, smiling as he watched Legolas squirm in the chair. Smiling as he saw Legolas’ surging erection, taut and arching upward, leaking on his belly. Smiling as he saw the heavy sacs, full and ready.

“Do you remember when I stroked up your long thighs? When my tongue followed my hands, licking upwards, nearing your…”

His voice trailed off as his mouth followed suit, sliding ever upward over the quivering thighs, nipping at the flexed skin, kissing the lean sinews. This time fingers followed tongue, stroking and gliding.

Legolas shook with restrained tension, sliding further in the chair until his haunches were nearly off of it, hair failing freely behind, lips parted, breath coming quickly, feeling the copious drip of his own essence spread over his midsection. Begging.

“Saes, Haldir…”

Haldir moved upward, limning around but not on the straining purpled flesh, holding the prince down with his left hand, the fingers of his right streaming slowly toward the apex between his legs.

“Do you remember how willing you were? How you wanted this?” Haldir asked, voice near gutted with his own arousal.

Haldir looked up, making sure the elf-prince’s eyes were focused, and then Haldir paused.

Paused at the crown of Legolas’ lurching column, breathing over it, inhaling the scent of its musk. His finger descended from the base of it down over the bloated pouch, nearing the aperture just underneath.

And then he said it, expelling the word with his own breath, surrounding the glans with it, cocooning it with exhaled mist.

“Legolas.”

The finger just but grazed the fluttering entrance and the combination of voice and memory, warmth and touch undid the wood-elf, long ropy streams of his essence spurting forth in convulsive bursts.

Haldir caught the viscous fluid on his tongue and at last, his mouth plunged downward, taking the crown fully, engulfing it and inhaling all that Legolas could give him.

With a long groan of satiation, Legolas bucked into him, once, twice and when he was spent laid back depleted.

Quickly, Haldir reached down and freed himself from his leggings. Taking his own hardened shaft into his palm, he spread the leaking fluid downward and pumped hard and fast. Within a few practiced strokes, he too came to completion and with a sigh of release laid his head on Legolas’ still-quivering thigh.

Legolas reached out and caressed Haldir’s hair, still reeling from the intense pleasure of Haldir’s imaginative attention. Together, they were quiet for a time, until breath came normally and then Haldir stirred, using Legolas’ thighs for leverage as he stood.

Leaning forward he gently took Legolas’ face between his fingers and placed a gentle and lingering kiss on his mouth.

As their lips parted, Legolas held on to Haldir’s hair, gazing deeply into the clear silver eyes, wonder and elation shining from his own.

“That was incredible, melethron.”

And then, rather to himself, he added,

“To be undone without a touch to my…”

“Only you, Haldir. Only you could do that to me.”

“Well,” answered the Marchwarden, “I took you in for your safe-keeping…”

And then smugly, leaning in to whisper , “…and also to do as I might bid.”

With a quick laugh, Haldir righted himself and stood, gracefully walking to the cooking area to retrieve a towel and warm water with which to cleanse them.

Later, as they laid together in bed, languidly intertwined, Legolas beckoned,

“Haldir?”

“Yes, seron vell?”

“I remember.”

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Sindarin Translations
Seron vell – beloved
Melethron – lover
Ernilen – my prince
Saes - please

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THE END

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