Part 7

Posted: November 2003
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Third Age, October 8th, 2952, Last Homely House, Imladris

Elrohir closed the door of his chamber behind him as Haldir took a seat upon the bed. The marchwarden's heart raced in his chest, but he hid it well as he leaned back upon his hands and adopted a calm expression.

Elrohir crossed the room and knelt at his feet, placing his hands upon Haldir's legs and looking up into his eyes. "I have something I have to tell you, a'maelamin," he said softly.

Haldir raised an eyebrow and tried to remain calm. "And that would be?"

Elrohir took a deep breath and continued, "Before you and I became lovers, I had a brief… tryst, with the Prince." Haldir nodded, but said nothing. Elrohir continued, "I am afraid that he may still harbor feelings for me."

Haldir nodded and asked flatly, "Have you encouraged these feelings?"

Elrohir shook his head vigorously, "No! No, I have not. I have not laid eyes upon him since you and I came to be lovers, I swear it."

"How intimate was this relationship, Elrohir?" His voice still conveyed no emotion.

"Intimate, but I never laid with him, I swear." Elrohir trembled as he cast his gaze to the floor, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Haldir took a deep breath and answered, "And you have not seen him since you came to be with me?" Elrohir shook his head without speaking. Haldir reached down and lifted Elrohir's chin, turning his gaze to his own. "Elrohir, I did not assume I was the first one you ever kissed."

Elrohir's hands slid up the marchwarden's thighs and he leaned into him. "But you are the best, meleth nín, and you are the only one who has had me as you have," he purred.

Haldir felt his breath hitch in his throat as Elrohir seductively caressed him. He could not tell if he hated him or loved him for what he did, for he found himself hopelessly bewitched by the Peredhil. "I know I was the first, melethron. But will I be the last?" he questioned.

"The first, the last, the only…" Elrohir breathed as he reached for Haldir with his ripe lips.

As Elrohir crawled over him and he lay back upon the bed, he heard his own voice whispering words he never thought to hear himself say. "Do you love me, Elrohir?"

Elrohir hovered over his lover, his braids falling forward and tickling the marchwarden's cheeks. "You are the only one I have ever loved, Haldir, the only one I will ever love."

Haldir moaned quietly as those wicked lips that had so possessed his soul descended upon him, burning him with lust and want, consuming his heart and spirit. He tangled his hands in Elrohir's hair, thrusting his tongue into the Peredhil's mouth. Elrohir whimpered at the intensity of the kiss and the sound resonated throughout Haldir's body, the weight of his lover causing a delicious friction against his arousal. They broke from their kiss and Haldir held Elrohir's head off him as his lover reached for him with his lips again. "Beg me, Elrohir, I need to know you want me as much as I want you, I need to know you need me the same way," he whispered.

"I do… I do. Saes, meleth nín. Im baur lle, aniron lle… (Please, my love. I need you, I want you.)" Elrohir whispered. "Take me, Haldir, claim me, please."

He pushed his lover off him and stripped him of his robes as Elrohir gasped and moaned. He shoved Elrohir back to the bed and straddled him, kneeling over him as he shed his own garments. Elrohir licked his lips in anticipation, his arousal beginning to arch against his belly. Haldir lowered himself to his lover and consumed him with his hands and his mouth. Elrohir's cry as he nipped an inflamed nipple caused his arousal to twitch. He wanted to bury himself in Elrohir's tight heat, to wring cries from him, to leave him a boneless mass upon the bed. He tormented his lover slowly, his eyes hungrily taking in the vision of his young lover arching beneath him, plaintive whimpers escaping his ripe lips. The sense of power he felt was overwhelming, but the realization soon struck that Elrohir was the one with the power. Elrohir was the one who controlled their relationship. When this had happened he did not know, but he did know he was helpless to resist him, he was lost without him. As he entered his lover, he felt a lump grow in his throat; Elrohir's cries were driving him onward, into an abyss from which there was no escape. He lowered his head to Elrohir's ear, feeling his lover's fingers tangle in his hair and rake down his back. He thrust deeper, hearing the feral growl of passion that slipped from his lover's lips and he whispered in his ear, "Amin mela lle, Elrohir, always." Elrohir cried out and arched against him as he struck his mark, feeling his lover's young body tighten around him, mercilessly squeezing his length, milking his very life essence from his body.

"Amin (mine)… You are mine, Haldir, forever…" Elrohir growled in his ear.

"Uma (yes)…" Haldir breathed as he spilled himself in his lover's body. He collapsed upon Elrohir, burying his face in his sable hair, the last remnants of pride he had left falling away.

Elrohir stroked his lover's silver hair as he wrapped his long legs around him. "Amin mela lle, Haldir," he whispered. "I will love no other."

Haldir said nothing as he breathed in his lover's scent, his tears wetting the pillowcase beneath his head.
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"Would you do something for me, my beauty?" Legolas crooned, stroking the length of flaxen hair beneath his hand.

"Anything, my Lord," Lindir answered, his voice barely audible as he nuzzled the Prince's belly.

"I am interested in getting to know Lord Elrond's foster son better. However, there is a slight obstacle in my path. I need you to keep Elladan occupied for me. Could you do that?" He hissed through his jaw as Lindir's mouth grazed the front of his leggings.

Lindir looked up at Legolas from beneath weighted lids, his hands softly stroking the outside of the Prince's thighs. "I will do my best, my Lord. For how long do you need him occupied?"

Legolas smiled bewitchingly. "Just for the night, until dawn."

Lindir smiled as he heard the soft moan that emanated from the Prince as his soft lips caressed the growing rise in his leggings. "I will do what I can, but I am not sure Elladan will find me fair enough."

Legolas laughed softly. "If you do to him, what you do to me now, I guarantee you, he will be bewitched, mir nín (my treasure)."

Lindir tugged at the Prince's leggings. "You know it is my greatest desire to please you, my Lord."

Legolas leaned back against the wall as his leggings slid past his hips and he groaned as Lindir took him in his mouth. "And you do please me, lirimaer; you please me very much," he whispered.

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Aragorn barked and burst out in laughter as he playfully struggled to escape Elladan's grasp. He squirmed and struggled halfheartedly before his laughter turned to soft moans. He sat in his lover's lap with Elladan's arms locked securely around him. Hands that had just been tickling him were now caressing him, molding him, consuming him, claiming him. His lover's soft full lips were caressing the back of his neck, his deep voice whispering seductive words. His heart raced in his chest, his pulse pounded in his brain; he was afire with want and desire almost immediately.

"You know I love you, yes?" the deep voice whispered.

"Yes, meleth, I do," he answered.

"You know I want you to be happy, do you not?" that honeyed voice whispered again.

"Yes, I know this," he whispered in return. He felt himself falling back to the bed and watched his lover roll over the top of him. Elladan's silken hair hung around his face, his soft lips hovering over his own, his strong hands caressing his form through the velvet of his ceremonial robes.
"I need to tell you something, a'maelamin, and I want you to listen, to let me finish before you speak," Elladan said softly.

Aragorn nodded and he continued, "You are young still, meleth. You have so much to learn about the world and yourself. All I have ever wanted was for you to be safe and happy, for you to find your own way in this world. I would not have you sacrifice that out of loyalty to me. If you meet another that catches your eye, or you become curious about what it is like to lie with another, I do not want you to be afraid to pursue it. You will not hurt me by doing this, not if it is what you truly want." Aragorn frowned and he placed his fingers upon his lips to silence his protest. "I will always love you, Estel, whether you share my bed or not. We will always be brothers."

Aragorn pulled Elladan's fingers away from his lips. "Are you tired of lying with me, Elladan? Is there another you seek to love?"

Elladan smiled gently. "No, there is not, meleth nín. But I have lived much longer than you, I have had other lovers. I want you to have the opportunity to experience what you want before you commit yourself to another. Just as I did."

Aragorn whispered, "I have what I want, what I have always wanted."

Elladan smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Just know that it will not hurt me, Estel, if you decide to seek pleasure or love with another. I will understand. The only thing that could hurt me is if you lied to me."

Aragorn brushed his lips against his lover's. "I will never lie to you, meleth nín, never."

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