Glorfindel's eyes hardened as he watched the March Warden of Lothlorien climb the rope ladder to the flet high in the limbs of a mallorn tree. Rumors about Haldir's excessive ego had reached even Imladris, yet, the reality was something totally different. Haldir was cool and aloof, definitely, but he was not pompous. Rather he was precise, ready and willing to do violence to protect his home and his fellow elves, as a guardian of the woodlands should be. Beneath all of that was a warm and gracious elf. Even had he been an arrogant bore, he could easily have been forgiven, for his lineage was old and respected far and wide. Haldir's father was a noble who fought with the Last Alliance, at Amdir's side, and there gave his life to save his king. Unfortunately, his life had been given in vain. Which was in part the reason that the new rulers of Lothlorien, Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, had given the orphan such a high standing position.
Normally, Glorfindel preferred brunettes. That's why he spent so many years tormenting Erestor; and why, in his secret heart, he lusted after Lord Elrond. He'd even had a fancy for Galdor of the Gray Havens, once, long ago. Cirdan had let the warrior know on no uncertain terms to whom Galdor belonged. Therefore, the big blond was left to pine after the few dark haired elves on Middle Earth. Or, he pined until he clapped eyes on Lothlorien's March Warden. Now he had a sudden appreciation for blonds and an even clearer understanding of why so many elves were attracted to him.
Glorfindel followed more slowly up the ladder, aware that his eyes were quite fixed on the taut buttocks ahead of him and wondering what Haldir would do if he suddenly reached up and took a healthy bite from the firm cheek. The end of Haldir's sheathed sword brushed Glorfindel's hand and he mentally shrugged. There, in all likelihood, lay his answer. He pushed aside his nefarious thoughts.
"I have sent word to the lord and lady that you have arrived," said Haldir in his sonorous voice as he stepped on to the swaying platform. "I am sure we shall hear word by tomorrow. In the meantime, you should be quite comfortable up here."
Glorfindel stepped beside Haldir and glanced around. The breathtaking view held him captivated for several long minutes. At last he found his voice. "My thanks, March Warden. I was not sure of the welcome I would receive."
A dark brow rose and Haldir studied the living legend at his side. "In what manner did you expect to be greeted?"
Glorfindel did not mistake the slightly defensive tone and decided to play diplomat. "Lothlorien guards her boarders well these days, and with good reason, I am sure. Long has it been since my home and yours have been in contact."
Haldir laughed and his voice echoed above the treetops. "Well spoken, Lord Glorfindel. Come sit here beside the tree and let us break our repast together." He settled with his back against the bole of the tree, placing the woven screen between him and the cool west wind. He removed a leaf wrapped package from his pouch and pulled out a thick lembas wafer. Breaking it in half, he held out his hand to Glorfindel.
Sitting cross-legged beside his host, Glorfindel accepted the wafer. "I haven't seen lembas since," he paused and then changed the subject. "I have not passed through Lorien since before Amdir fell. I had forgotten the beauty of this place."
"I have never left the golden wood—save the plains of the men— so I have nothing to compare it to," admitted Haldir. "But I am content and see no reason, really, to explore Middle Earth as some elves do."
"You are missing much, I fear, for there is much in Middle Earth that is beautiful and good."
"I have heard that Imladris is a wonder to behold," mused Haldir as if to himself. "But since our people have retreated further and further from Middle Earth, the likelihood of my seeing such a place grows dim."
Glorfindel shook his head. "Times are changing, Haldir, and not all of it for the better. That is why I have come."
"I did not think you were here for a social call. Lord Elrond would not part with such a precious member of his household without good reason."
Was it his imagination or was there a bit more emphasis on 'precious' than warranted, wondered the warrior. Instead of replying, he munched on his lembas and then took a sip of water from his skin. Behind the screen, he could see the red glare of the setting sun. Already stars peeked faintly from the canopy. His journey had been long and he was quite tired.
As if reading his thoughts, Haldir indicated the warrior's bedroll. "Why do you not rest now?"
"Thank you," replied the other. "I must seem a poor guest indeed." Glorfindel gathered his blankets and wrapped himself up snugly.
Haldir smiled in the gathering darkness. "No, my lord, you do not. Rest easily."
Within minutes, Glorfindel's mind drifted into sleep.
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The warrior woke with a start and stared around his unfamiliar surroundings. A warm body pressed against him and the sensation was not unpleasant. As he searched his memory, he realized he was high above the forest floor in a flet. The body, then, must belong to Haldir. Turning his head, he could barely make out the outline of a figure huddled next to him. The figure moaned softly and whispered something in his sleep before scrunching closer to Glorfindel.
His first thought was to awaken the March Warden, but after a moment, changed his mind. He enjoyed the feel of the powerful body against his. Rolling on to his side, he laid his arm over Haldir and pulled him closer. The other did not resist and Glorfindel drifted back into reverie.
Warm lips caressed his collarbone where his tunic ended and Glorfindel moaned aloud. For the second time, he awakened from his sweet dreams and stared around him. At some point, Haldir turned over and pressed his bulk against that of Glorfindel's and the warrior could feel every hard line and muscle of the March Warden's body. He felt his loins stir and stifled them with great effort. This was no time to test another's viewpoint on same sex pairings. He did not want to get trounced out of Lorien by an irate March Warden. His mission was far too important. Instead, he twisted his body a little bit and pushed his bent knee against Haldir's thighs. To his amazement, the legs instantly parted and instead of his knee acting as a barrier, he found his leg trapped between the March Warden's. The top of his thigh grazed a hardening length and he swallowed, wondering how he was supposed to sleep.
He lay like that for some time, listening to the wind in the trees, and feeling the sway of the platform. Haldir's blond hair tickled his cheek and the scent of honeysuckle tantalized his nose. He was just about to drift off to sleep again, when calloused fingers brushed down his chest. Glorfindel's eyes widened a bit. Whatever Haldir dreamed, it must be a wonderful dream, he mused; lucky elf. The hand kept sliding downward until it nestled against Glorfindel's crotch and he was forced to stifle a delighted moan. Warm breath fanned his neck and Glorfindel shivered. He did not know whether to move away or hold still and hope that whatever dream engaged the other elf concluded soon.
In his sleep, Haldir groaned and turned his face up. The blue eyes were open, but vacant, in the manner of elves. But his lips were parted in silent invitation. Unable to resist, Glorfindel tilted his head and brushed his own lips over Haldir's. When the mouth beneath his opened wider, Glorfindel pushed his tongue inside the warm cavity and a guilty pleasure stole over him. He shouldn't take advantage of the younger elf so, but he was not one to resist temptation for long. He slid his tongue in and out quickly, only catching the barest taste before lifting his head. To his astonishment, Haldir's hand tightened on his member and a low growl issued from deep in his chest.
This time Glorfindel growled as the hand caressing him slid further down and cupped his tender sac. Heat flooded him and his heart quickened as desire warred with propriety. Dropping his hand to Haldir's hip, he lightly caressed the other through his tunic and leggings. The March Warden pressed against him and drew a deep, quivering breath.
At last, Glorfindel could take no more. "Haldir?" He whispered.
"Mm.." lips nuzzled Glorfindel's throat.
"No, Haldir," Glorfindel tried to disengage himself but Haldir held on tighter. "Haldir, wake up," he said more forcefully, painfully aware that when the March Warden awakened all the lovely kisses and delightful petting would end.
Blue eyes blinked sleepily and Haldir frowned. His hand stilled, but did not leave the warmth of Glorfindel's growing erection.
"You are dreaming," said Glorfindel as he once more tried to disengage from Haldir.
"It was a lovely dream," Haldir whispered.
Glorfindel froze. Then with deliberate care, he inched his head closer to Haldir's and, when the March Warden did not pull back, captured the full lips with his own. Instantly, Haldir's mouth opened and a hot tongue invaded Glorfindel's mouth in hungry exploration. Glorfindel shifted so that he was atop Haldir. Thighs spread wide beneath him and he was confronted with an erection equal to his own. He ground his hips hard against Haldir's and moaned against Haldir's lips.
Haldir reached between them and loosened the front of Glorfindel's leggings and the rigid cock twitched heavily into his waiting palm. His calloused hands stroked up and down the length of the shaft. His ankles hooked around the back of Glorfindel's knees and held him tightly.
As the roughened palm touched him, Glorfindel jerked and moaned. Grasping handfuls of blond hair, he held Haldir still while he brutally assaulted the willing mouth. Raising his head, he captured the tip of a pointed ear and sucked furiously until Haldir cried out and arched his hips. With a smug smile, Glorfindel released the sensitive ear and moved his mouth lower, raking over the tender skin between jaw and collarbone before tearing at the laces of Haldir's tunic.
Hands pulled and tugged at Glorfindel's leggings, sliding them past his buttocks and down to his knees. Fingers dug into the firm ass cheeks and pulled him hard while beneath him, Haldir wriggled. Glorfindel at last found what he sought and clamped his teeth over a pebbled nipple. Wet sucking sounds could be heard over Haldir's harsh breathing and moaning.
Rising to his knees, Glorfindel removed the March Warden's tunic and unlaced the straining leggings. A long, slender cock greeted his hungry gaze and he lowered his head to touch his tongue to it. He swirled his tongue around the head before touching his tongue to the slit. Then he lowered his head even more and opened his throat to take as much of Haldir as he possibly could. His nose brushed the soft curls at the base of the cock and he breathed Haldir's soft, musky scent. He moaned and swallowed as the cock brushed the back of his throat.
Haldir's back arched clear of the wooden platform and he hissed softly. White-blond hair spread across his thighs and stomach, faintly tickling him. Heat crawled from his loins to his chest and he gasped for air as Glorfindel increased the pressure on his engorged cock.
Glorfindel let the cock slip from his mouth and it bounced on Haldir's belly with a soft slap. He turned his head and kissed the rigid hipbone before scooting back. Deftly, he removed Haldir's boots and then leggings, exposing the long limbed beauty to the pale moonlight. He glanced at Haldir and the March Warden smiled seductively and raised his hips.
"Come, Balrog Slayer, pierce me with your sword," he purred as he lifted one leg and with his own hands, exposed his tight opening. A single finger pushed at the puckered entrance.
Glorfindel gazed in wonder at the March Warden. Everything he'd heard about Haldir was all wrong. He watched in fascination as the finger disappeared inside Haldir's body. Seemingly in slow motion, Glorfindel reached down his own hand and added his finger to the invasion and Haldir moaned with pleasure. The warrior pushed his finger as deep as he could and the slowly pulled it out, never taking his eyes from the sight. He pressed two fingers together and nudged them against the barrier and felt it give to his gentle prodding. His fingers slid against Haldir's in the tight depths and Glorfindel forced himself to breath slowly. His cock twitched and drops of cum splashed against Haldir's thigh.
At last, he could take no more, and he withdrew his fingers. Placing Haldir's other leg over his shoulder, he arranged the head of his cock at the entrance and pushed. Haldir's finger withdrew and Glorfindel's cock slid smoothly inside. He groaned loudly as the ring tightened around him and the deeper muscles massaged his length. The sensation of pulling and pushing sent ripples of pleasure pulsating up his length.
Glorfindel stared down at Haldir's face and blue eyes met blue eyes. Haldir smiled and nodded to Glorfindel before reaching up and pulling the warrior closer. Glorfindel did not go gently with the March Warden, rather he instantly established a punishing rhythm that only increased the swaying of the talan. He grunted with effort as he buried himself deep inside Haldir. Glorfindel moaned even more loudly as he struck Haldir's sensitive nerve center and the already tight muscles convulsed around his cock. Haldir moaned against his ear and nipped his shoulder, encouraging him.
Putting all his weight on his arms, Glorfindel stared down at Haldir, seeing his sweat soaked body and the way his silver hair clung to him. He slammed himself hard against the elf, hearing the slap-slap of flesh against flesh; each slap was accompanied by Haldir's moans.
"Touch yourself," He begged Haldir through clenched teeth.
Haldir immediately complied, taking his own cock in hand and stroking it roughly in time with Glorfindel's thrusts. Glorfindel concentrated on the sight before him and on the intense heat surrounding him. He increased his pace, and Haldir's moans grew louder as his hand stroked more roughly along his length. Glorfindel felt Haldir's body tighten, watched a dark red flush creep up the pale cheeks and knew his lover was close. Sweat dripped from his brow and splashed across Haldir's chest just as the March Warden's back arched and clear cum splashed over his hand and Glorfindel's chest. As Haldir's muscles convulsed, the last of Glorfindel's control slipped and his hips twitched involuntarily as his seed erupted deep inside the willing channel. He groaned and collapsed atop Haldir as their bodies shook.
After a few minutes, Haldir was able to catch his breath and he whispered. "I wasn't really asleep."
Glorfindel laughed.
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