Bittersweet

Bittersweet

Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: Bittersweet
Series: Lindir's Life
Sequel to: Let Me Sing You a Song of Love
Author: Laur Melyanna
Type: FCS
Characters: Haldir/Lindir
Rating: R
Disclaimer: LOTR copyright is not mine. We all know that.
Beta: Has not been beta read so far. Mistake are obviously, all mine.
Author's Notes: This is the second scene in a series of four turning points of Lindir’s pursuit of peace of heart.

Summary: Lindir and Haldir part with bittersweet pleasure.

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They had made love that night. Or perhaps just Haldir had, perhaps it had not been love. The muscular body of the march warden rest knelt on the floor, left hand caressing a creamy thigh of his lover, right hand fingers stroking him deep within his core. His lips encased the head of the pale elf’s arousal with hunger and eagerness to please.

He heard Lindir’s small cries from above and for the first time, he did not know what to make of them. He had been inside his lover, just as every night when they shared heated moments of passion, sometimes the intimacy of calm love making, and yet today the minstrel had found no pleasure in it.

The way the moonlight bathed their skin in an ethereal light made for lovers, the way the white haired elf’s moans filled the room and his muscles tensed under Haldir’s ministration should have posed a much sweeter scene than this bitter moment. He was tense, but far from release. The air hung heavy between them, but not because of passion. Their hearts clenched, and the warrior could not take a moment more of this.

Letting go of Lindir’s slender shaft gray eyes met green, and there it was. As breathtaking as the sight of Haldir disheveled and panting before him was, all the minstrel’s eyes spoke of was pain and emptiness.

A strong hand reached up to cup a pale cheek. Eyes locked, their future parted. “Lindir…”

The green orbs drifted away to the other side of the room. “You are leaving…” The sultry, deep voice insisted never finding the path between the affirmative and the question he wanted to make.

There was a long silence. A nod, a single nod. His head hanging, white blond tendrils falling before his mask of shame and pain. “We are not ready for this…” There was no answer. Lindir could see the sad smile in Haldir’s face. He knew it truth.

“Then let me pleasure you this last time. Do not hold back, Lindir…surrender to me.”

The lithe body shuddered and trembled with relief, relaxing, unclenching. There was no burden now, there was no pain, no hear break…just these last moments of agony disguised as pleasure, to set him free.

His body undulated and arched against the touch of Haldir’s skilled hands…the small erotic moans and whimpers coming from his lips were now as real as they had ever been in those ten years. It was not their time, gladly Haldir was wise enough to see it.

Release found him, shed the thick tears of unburdening that his eyes were dry to cry. The silver warrior took him in his strong arms, their bodies fitting so perfectly, both so soft and loose from. They found release, they let go…from each other. And that night they found pleasure, intimacy, and a goodbye.

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THE END

Go to the next story in the series: Stubborn Truth

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