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Summary: none given.
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The Galadhrim's sharp gaze focused on the two riders leisurely coming through the forest. He turned his head, making eye contact with his brother, and nodded before deftly jumping down the tree he had been perching in, branch by branch.
* * *
Elladan's eyes focused smolderingly on the handsome Galadhrim who'd led them into the city. Tall, lean, pale skin and shimmering silver hair, full lips that slid sinfully over the slice of ripe peach he was eating… Elladan felt a stirring in his groin, and surreptitiously shifted in his seat. Sensing his brother's narrowed eyes, Elladan spoke quietly, knowing that Elrohir would understand his question, "Who is he?"
"He is Haldir, Marchwarden of Lórien," Elrohir said flatly, having a sneaking suspicion of what Elladan was planning.
"Haldir…" Elladan whispered, enjoying the feel of the name on his lips. He knew that Haldir had been watching him on their journey in, and hoped that the Marchwarden would not be opposed to a friendly little liaison during his stay. He smiled, leaning back into his chair and staring at Haldir, imagining what the beautiful elf looked like under his perfectly cut uniform, wondering what sounds he would make, whether he would put up pretense of a fight, or submit gracefully.
Elladan enjoyed the seduction either way, and none of his lovers had ever had anything but breathless praise to offer him after their couplings.
Haldir sighed, smiled, and stretched, and what was under the guard's uniform was no longer left to the imagination as the fabric slid tautly over sleek muscle.
Elladan bit his tongue to keep from moaning. Having strong elves submit to him, yield their bodies to him, was incredibly arousing.
Haldir looked up, straight into Elladan's bold, grey gaze.
Oh, yes. Taking this one would be a delight.
* * *
Haldir knew the young prince was watching him, undressing him with appraising eyes. He feigned ignorance, enjoying the attention. He'd made an effort to eat more sensually that usual, more slowly, caressing the food with his fingers and lips before savoring it, unabashedly putting on a show for their guest.
The other twin seemed to be paying the antics no mind, other than the concerned glances that flickered between twin and marchwarden, but that was fine with Haldir. He'd gotten a chance to watch the two closely on their way into the boundaries of the city, and thought they were nearly identical physically, there was a quality in Elladan's stature and face that immediately attracted and aroused Haldir. The slightly lifted head, confident to the point of arrogance, though he showed proper respect for his grandparents.
He would respect Haldir, too. Pleading and begging for pleasure and release that he would have only when Haldir allowed…
Yes, he would show respect.
Still relishing the heavy weight of Elladan's eyes on him, he stretched, flexing his muscles, knowing they would show through his form-fitting uniform. Leaning back and relaxing into his seat, he sighed contentedly and licked his lips, slowly. Then he looked up, meeting the prince's gaze. He smiled at the look of desire in the young face, and lifted his eyebrows inquiringly.
Elladan did the same, his eyes flickering to the walkway leading from the hall and toward the forest paths. Haldir nodded shortly in answer and stood, excusing himself to his Lord, Lady and their guests. Taking the long way around the table, he walked behind Elladan and ran his fingers along the edge of one beautifully pointed ear, smirking at the stifled gasp he gained form his soon-to-be-conquest.
Oh, yes, he thought, walking out of the room. Taking this one would be immensely enjoyable.
* * *
Elrohir watched warily as his brother departed after the smirking Galadrim. He sighed, and glanced across the table at Haldir's two brothers, Rúmil and Orophin. They exchanged looks of long-suffering tolerance. The meal being over, Elrohir bid his grandparents good night and left with the other two elves.
They walked in silence for a ways, until Elrohir ventured, "Your brother doesn't seem to be the yielding type."
"Neither does yours," answered Rúmil.
The three elves stared at each other for a long moment, and began to grin.
"Well," Orophin said, smiling broadly, "this should be interesting."
* * *
Elladan looked around, but his guardian was nowhere to be found. He smiled.
"Hiding from me, Haldir?" he called out, knowing that the Lórien elf was somewhere close.
The barest whisper of air brushed past him, and Elladan whirled around to face Haldir, who had materialized behind him. "Of course not, my prince," Haldir murmured. "If I hid from you, you would not be able to give me what I desire."
"What you desire…" the peredhel repeated slowly, tilting his face up and leaning so that his lips were close to Haldir's. "And what of what I desire, Marchwarden?"
Haldir chucked darkly, swooping in and claiming Elladan's lips in a fierce kiss which, after a moment's surprise—none of Elladan's lovers had started off so aggressively—Elladan quickly returned. When they drew apart, breathing more audibly, Haldir answered, "Oh, you shall have satisfaction, Elladan. Make no mistake."
* * *
Somehow they'd managed to make their way into Haldir's talan high above the forest floor without injury. Their lips left each other's only to gasp for breath, while hands clutched at tunics and broad shoulders, occasionally darting down to grope the hard bulges beneath stretched leggings.
Elladan broke their kiss and stared sultrily at Haldir. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his leggings, he ordered, "Strip."
"Strip?" Haldir echoed mockingly, raising an eyebrow, and reaching out, tucking his fingers by Elladan's thumbs and pulling the impertinent half-elf closer to him. "You first," he whispered the challenge into his lover's ear, thrusting his hips into the prince's.
Elladan smiled. "That eager to see me, are you?" He reached for his shirt.
"Oh, yes. I am quite….eager to see my prize." As he spoke, he removed his shirt and tossed it away. He tilted his hips and gestured for Elladan to continue, as the prince was frozen with his shirt halfway off, staring at Haldir's beautiful torso with undisguised desire. Haldir grinned to himself. If this youngling thought that his top half was good, just wait until he saw the better bits.
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Elladan bristled a bit at Haldir's mocking tone, but shrugged it off. It was fun to let his lovers play like they were in charge before he exerted his dominance. Besides, Haldir's shirt was coming off and oh, Valar…
Haldir was simply gorgeous. Broad, muscular shoulders, white skin, chiseled muscles and rosy nipples puckering in the cool night air. None of his other lovers had been so perfect.
He hadn't realized that his jaw had dropped until Haldir sauntered over, swaying his hips, and closed it for him. "Need some help, my prince?" Haldir asked, resting his hands on Elladan's waist.
Gods, his hands were hot! And so soft… Wait. Haldir had asked something…
"I am a grown elf, Haldir. I assure you, I am quite capable of undressing myself," Elladan stated, raising his head.
"Of that I have no doubt, my lovely one. But sometimes assistance, while unneeded, can be quite pleasant in other ways. Allow me to demonstrate."
* * *
With that, Haldir pushed Elladan over onto the bed and stripped his shirt the rest of the way off, bracing himself on either side of his lover and kissing and licking down his chest. Although not as heavily muscled as his own, Elladan's chest was well-defined, and his arms were strong. Given a few hundred more years of archery, Elladan might be able to match Haldir.
But not today, Haldir thought, relishing the stifled gasp Elladan gave when Haldir took one dusky nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly. He felt Elladan's fingers running through his hair, pressing his head closer, and gripped Elladan's sides with his fingers hard enough to bruise. He looked up at the prince's sudden exclamation. "Too rough?"
"Not at all," Elladan answered after a moment's hesitation. "I like roughness, as long as my partner doesn't mind."
"So this…" Haldir reached up and pinched Elladan's nipple, "is permissible?"
"Absolutely," Elladan purred. "In fact, you're giving me some wonderful ideas." Then the prince moved.
* * *
Haldir seemed quite surprised when Elladan neatly flipped him over so that he straddled the guardian's hips, pinning his arms to the bed and kissing him deeply. Silly Marchwarden, Elladan thought, rubbing his groin against Haldir's and latching his teeth to an erect nipple. He didn't actually think that he'd be topping, did he?
Haldir pushed his hips up to meet Elladan's, and they groaned together. Elladan kissed and licked his way down Haldir's torso, untying the laces and pulling Haldir's breeches down. And if he'd thought that Haldir's chest was beautiful, his cock was perfect. Elladan sighed in contentment, and the movement of his breath over the wet head of Haldir's cock made the Marchwarden moan and thrust his hips up.
Haldir groaned, aching for the peredhel already. But the youngling still had his leggings on… that wouldn't do, not at all. The Marchwarden thrust his hips up sharply, knocking Elladan off balance and flipped him over, straddling the flushed elf. Catching Elladan's wrists in his hands, Haldir rubbed his face against the straining bulge at Elladan's crotch, inhaling the heady scent of his lover's arousal and feeling his own twitch in anticipation. Looking up at Elladan's breathless face from beneath lowered eyelashes, Haldir took the ties of Elladan's breeches in his teeth and pulled them loose, tugging the material down to free the prince's slick length.
Hmmm… the prince had a beautiful cock. Haldir watched the throbbing of the vein, licking it lightly. Elladan growled and tried to wrench his hands free, but Haldir did not let go, taking Elladan into his mouth and sucking, easing more of the shaft into his mouth bit by bit. Encouraged by the moans, Haldir pondered whether he should just warm his lover up with his oral caresses, or if he should allow the peredhel to come before he took him. On one hand, the needy anticipation was so delightful to see…. but on the other, this one seemed a bit high-strung. Maybe he would be more pliant with one orgasm wrung from him. And then, of course, there was the decadent pleasure of using the prince's own release to slick the way for Haldir's cock.
But who said there'd only be one round? Time enough to do both. Haldir rose to his knees and removed Elladan's leggings the rest of the way, tossing them aside. He was again surprised when the prince wrapped strong legs around him and again flipped him over.
Haldir sighed, seeing, Elladan's triumphant expression as the peredhel straddled him. Obviously there was some explaining to do.
* * *
Elladan smirked triumphantly then he had Haldir on his back again. Right where he wanted him. And he wanted the beautiful galadhrim now.
"So, this is how you'd like it? Or would you prefer me to take you from behind?" Elladan asked politely.
Haldir laughed.
Elladan frowned. What was so amusing?
"My prince," Haldir began to explain.. "I believe there has been a misunderstanding."
Faster than Elladan could react, he was on his back beneath Haldir again, the Marchwarden rubbing sinuously against him. Oh, Valar, that felt good… No, wait. He was supposed to be on top!
Elladan squirmed out from under Haldir's body and wrestled his lover down again. Or, rather, he tried to, but Haldir was moving, too.
For several minutes, the only sounds in Haldir's talan were grunts and muffled curses as the two grappled and wrestled for dominance. Haldir has underestimated his companion's manual combat skills, and Elladan, for all his wrestling experience he had with his brother, lacked Haldir's years of experience with not one, but two brothers.
The conflict ended abruptly with a loud, resounding thunk as both elves finally fell off of the bed and landed on the hard, wood floor. Haldir and Elladan lay on the ground facing each other, sweating and panting. After some time, wry smiles split their faces and they began laughing. They laughed until they were both completely out of breath, and then Haldir managed to gasp out, "So… it would seem we have a problem, my prince."
"Indeed it would. You usually top, then?"
"Yes. And have you ever yielded before?"
"Once. At my majority."
"And you did not enjoy it?"
Elladan shrugged. "It was fine, but I find the sensation of taking to be more enjoyable. And you?"
"I most often top. Have since my youth. Not that I don't enjoy bottoming, but your ass is just so luscious!" Haldir punctuated his praise with a playful smack on said ass.
Elladan laughed, and reached over to pinch Haldir's lean butt. "Your ass is quite fine as well."
They were silent for a while, until Haldir said, "I have a proposition for you."
"Oh?"
"I take you now, and then you get to take me. It's only fair."
"Why do you get me first?"
"Simple. This is my talan, and it's my bed. And we'll be using my oil."
"True, but I'm your guest. And as a prince, I outrank you," Elladan pointed out.
They stared at each other. Wrestling again was out of the question; they were obviously well-matched in that way.
They sat cross-legged across from each other. Holding one palm out, each fisted his other hand and brought it down three times on the extended palm. On the third strike, Haldir's raised hand had two fingers pointing out, making a V, and Elladan's was held flat.
"Scissors cut paper," Haldir said with a grin.
"Best two out of three."
* * *
Rúmil, Orophin and Elrohir lounged together, eating breakfast and talking quietly. They fell silent when Haldir and Elladan entered. The Marchwarden and the eldest prince sat together, gingerly settling themselves on the cushioned chairs, and silently took their pick of the food before them. The other three elves watched, exchanging glances among themselves.
At last Rúmil could stand it no longer. "So?"
Haldir looked up. "So what?"
"So… you know."
"No, Rúmil, I'm afraid I don't."
Elrohir sighed. "Give it up, Rúmil. They're not telling."
Haldir and Elladan exchanged grins, and resumed eating.