Title: Spilled Dreams
Series: Heart and Body
Sequel to: Love and Duty
Author: Implacida
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Legolas/Haldir
Summary: Haldir is dreaming.

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Legolas was going to Lorien! He stood quietly, arms at his sides and lips pressed tightly together as the army of Calan Glad withdrew, his father at their head. They would have to go a long way upriver to find another place narrow enough to cross. Anyone watching him would have approved of his quiet, sober look, a young prince respectfully taking leave of his noble father to spend the winter as the guest of the neighbouring king. Anybody standing very close to him, though, would have seen the sparkle in his eyes, might have guessed that the fine lips were pressed tight against a smile, the arms held stiff against the urge to frolic about the meadow and cavort with the sheer joy of it!

He was going to Lorien! To winter with Malrumen and Gilwendor, and perhaps get to know some of the other elves better, too. With the practice those two were giving him, he was learning to look through new eyes at others, and even himself. He was almost sure that the way Calenlorn smiled at him had extra meaning. And looking into his own heart, he found something he could not have believed, but he was slowly realising to be true.

Haldir.

The chief guardian who had fought him, caught him, whom he had hurt so badly. Haldir had forgiven him, but Haldir was still beyond his reach. Legolas turned away to walk up the hill with the rest, the urge to laugh and dance gone now. So many beautiful elves about him, so many whom he now knew he might have for the asking, for joy and companionship, for the simple delight of the touch of their bodies… and which one did his contrary heart decide it wanted for more than all of these things, wanted for love, but the very one he could not have.

Legolas had always been drawn to Lord Halenil, his severity and scorching sarcasm a perverse kind of challenge. He thought the general beautiful, had felt an almost animal attraction which he had denied for centuries. Puppy love, he had told himself severely, never daring to acknowledge it, or, the very bones of Arda forbid, let Halenil see it. But now, faced with his almost identical son, near to him in age, gentler of eye and softer of face, Legolas was lost.

He tried to push away these thoughts, busying himself with the rest to begin breaking camp, for they would ride tomorrow. Many elves were down at the dam, clearing the avalanche off the road they would take. Lord Celeborn and Master Halenil had ridden off to explore after taking their leave of the king. Most likely, they were scouting the land together to seek the most advantageous place for the new garrison. Halenil knew these hills well and no doubt Celeborn would want to be shown as much as possible in the time they had.

Which left Legolas helping the healers to pack their tents and chests of herbs and medicines. At dusk, he went back down the slope to find the cooking fires blazing and the cooks preparing meats and loaves, waiting for the flames to die down into coals. Haldir was sitting on the grass with several others, with lists and maps spread around them. Legolas found his usual spot, made and lit the fire and sat watching him. Before long, there was a general picking up and packing up there, too. Haldir stood, taking another's hand to be hauled to his feet for he still found his leg a bother. He looked around and, seeing Legolas by the only small campfire already lit, walked in his direction.

"May I join you?"

"Haldir, of course, you need not ask."

The other nodded. "I am ordered to rest and keep this warm," he said, sitting awkwardly. "I will not disturb you." He leaned back against the log they had never needed to cut up for firewood and closed his eyes. Legolas sighed faintly and sat still, watching him out of the corner of his eye. "You do not disturb me," he thought. "But, no, you do, more than I can say. More than I should allow." Other fires were being lit as elves returned to take their rest. A couple passed among them with a large jug of mulled wine and a basket of wooden goblets and Legolas and Haldir both accepted some, and sipped, gazing at the flames, each lost in his own thoughts.

Legolas watched the guardian, seeing the tiredness in his eyes as he leaned his head back against the curve of the wood. His pale cheek glowed, catching the warm colours of the firelight and Legolas imagined touching gentle fingers to it, feeling the soft skin warm beneath them. Haldir's lips were full and sensual and would taste, Legolas decided, of myrtle honey. He sighed as the tip of Haldir's tongue licked a little red wine from them. The guardian's eyes were glowing faint silver under his half-closed lids. Legolas knew he could farspeak Lord Celeborn. But he had also seen his father's eyes glow silver when he cast his soul over his realm, or even when Thranduil was lost in his own imaginings and he realised that was all Haldir was doing now. Although Legolas did not have the gift, he had spent most of his life around those who did, his father and his brother, and sometimes, he could pick up a wash of thoughts and images from them. This had led Thranduil to hope his younger son would learn the skill too, but it had never happened. Neither he nor Thalionil had ever felt Legolas' touch, even when the younger prince had received faint echoes of their thoughts.

Legolas sat back, letting himself drift, float, watching Haldir, seeing his chest rise and fall slowly. The guardian took another sip of wine then put down the cup and stretched his arms back over his head. Legolas imagined holding those soft white wrists in his own hands, pressing them against the bark. Haldir held the position, eyes glowing faintly. Legolas could almost feel their hands touch, the rough imprint of the bark against his own knuckles as he pressed Haldir's hands against it. He imagined he was straddling the guardian's hips, the ground hard under his knees. Legolas half closed his own eyes, seeing the gentle face turned up to him, eyes dark in the silver glow, lips parting silently. Legolas closed his eyes fully and the picture before him was compelling, Haldir looking up at him with longing. He tightened his fingers, feeling the other's hands warm in his, bending closer, closer, lips brushing. Legolas sighed and opened his eyes the merest slit. Haldir sat still beside him, hands back in his lap, eyes shut, tongue flicking around his own lips and Legolas fought the image no more, closing his own eyes again and bending to kiss the mouth beneath his in the dream. He felt giddy as Haldir responded in his thoughts, lips parting to allow his daring tongue to caress them, slide over them to hard, smooth teeth and the hidden delight behind them.

Perhaps Haldir dreamed of Celeborn, never knowing that Legolas could be caught in the rippling wash of his desire. Legolas kissed deeper, not caring. He knew he sat still by the fire and Haldir half asleep beside him but in the dream he pushed his own tongue deep into the other's mouth, delighting in the conquest, feeling the guardian turn and move beneath him. He brought Haldir's hands closer, drawing them about his back, putting his own to Haldir's soft silver braids, sliding under them to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, closer. Haldir's hands clasped tightly behind him and his sex began to harden against the other's belly. Legolas slid a little lower, breaking the kiss to nuzzle the guardian's ears and neck and Haldir tilted his head back, letting him lick and suck at his throat, his fingers loosening Legolas' tunic, sliding it open and pulling him close to bite at his nipples.

The younger elf arched his back, grinding his hips against Haldir. Then Legolas wrapped his arms against him and slid him slowly sideways to lie on the grass between the shelter of the log and the warmth of the fire, lying along the length of his body, chest sliding over bare chest, taking his wrists and stretching them up over his head again, the guardian's hair a silver halo around his head as Legolas kissed him hungrily. They sighed together. Then Haldir's hands reached down, caressing his ribs, tickling his sides, to the waist of his leggings, loosening the knot. Legolas shifted and let him slide them down, his sex bobbing free to rest between Haldir's thighs. Then he found the guardian's belt and in a moment his eyes and hands could go where they had longed to, stroking, caressing, feeling the throbbing pulse begin.

Legolas gasped as Haldir's hands closed around him, squeezing as he drove into them. Then Haldir took one hand away and raised it to his own mouth, wetting his fingers. He reached it behind Legolas, who spread his knees wide as he straddled him and that hand found the place none had yet gone and Legolas moaned as a finger entered him, sliding slick into him even as Haldir's other hand continued to pump his aching cock. Another finger, deeper, and Legolas threw back his head, hair tossed over his back as both sensations joined and his whole body pulsed and burned and he spilled himself over Haldir.

Lights sparkled in the darkness, spinning, making him dizzy and he collapsed, panting, the fingers still inside him forcing his body to pulse and throb in waves of ecstasy that went on longer than he had ever known before.

Finally he lay still, face buried against Haldir's throat, the other's hair a soft nest around him. Then the guardian slowly rolled his hips and he could feel the hard heat against his belly. Legolas kissed Haldir deep and long, making him whimper as he thrust again, begging for release. He slid down, down, to find that hot weeping shaft with his lips, licking, teasing, pulling back when Haldir tried to force his touch. The guardian moaned, wanton beneath him, giving himself in return for any touch, even a breath of air against him. Legolas smiled, taking pity at last and taking him into his mouth, tongue playing around the tight foreskin, over the slit and down and Haldir cried out softly as he came, salt and musk and myrtle honey.

They lay twined around each other, silver hair pooled on the grass beneath them. Legolas felt Haldir's breathing slow and deepen as he fell asleep. As the guardian's mind sank away into darkness, so did the feel of his body against Legolas recede. The younger elf came slowly back to himself, still sitting beside the fire. His chest rose and fell as he returned to awareness, still feeling the other's touch and warmth. But he was sitting on the grass, still fully clad although his sex reared hard inside his clothes and his face was flushed with desire. For a long time he could not open his eyes, clinging to the dream.

Finally all faded.

Haldir lay asleep beside him, lying on his side on the grass, between the shelter of the log and the warmth of the fire. One hand cupped his sweet face, now flushed and warm and the other was clamped tight between his legs. Legolas leaned back against the tree trunk and sighed.

He looked up as a group of elves approached. Celeborn nodded to him, his eyes going at once to his lover, smiling to see him asleep. As he sat, Haldir awoke and looked up, confused. His sensual lips curled into a smile as he saw Celeborn.

"I dreamed about you," he whispered.

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THE END

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