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Summary: Haldir discovers he can give something Galadriel cannot and comes to terms with sharing Celeborn.
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The sweat was still damp on Haldir’s body when he rolled carefully out of bed. Celeborn had always been a hard sleeper, especially when his lover was present, so he did not stir as Haldir padded to the window. All was quiet in the Golden Wood, the only faint sound that drifted in through the window was that of the breeze stirring the mallorn leaves. The moon was full and illuminated all of Lorthlorien with a silver light, but Haldir shunned the view and closed his eyes instead, inhaling the cool sweetness of the breeze.
It was not that Haldir was uncomfortable around Celeborn, far from it. He relished his time with his lord; lived for it. He thought once that it was the room that made him discontented. Celeborn’s bedchambers were far too ornate for the marchwarden’s tastes. Though it was a beautiful room, it was highly wrought and over stylized, and he preferred his spaces simple and largely unadorned. What Haldir had finally realized long ago was that the room was not his. The bed was not his bed, his things did not lie on the dresser, and nothing in this place was his. Everything in the room reminded him that Celeborn was a prize who must be shared. And though she understood, almost encouraged, he still had to remember that Galadriel was Celeborn’s wife. Her hairbrush lay on the dresser, her smell clung to the bedclothes, and everything here was hers, even Celeborn.
Haldir had been terrified of facing Galadriel when he and Celeborn first consummated their love. He always had a certain sense of awe in the presence of the Lady of the Golden wood, and did not expect she would be pleased that he had slept with her husband. Despite all Celeborn’s assurances that she would understand, wouldn’t banish him from Lothlorien, he was afraid. But she hadn’t been angry. Maybe if he had known her more intimately he could have discerned if she was sad, or even wistful, but he could not read her.
“You can give him something I cannot,” she said, finally. Her voice betrayed no emotion, but her words were kind. She had said nothing more and had only looked at him for another long moment before walking away.
Galadriel’s words were true, though Haldir did not realize it at first. He would not have guessed that Celeborn had a need to be restrained had he not accidentally discovered it. Celeborn had always preferred Haldir as the dominant one when it came to intimacy, and Haldir was happy to oblige. Yet once, when buried deep inside Celeborn, he had grasped both his wrists and pinned him to the bed. The moans beneath him grew more urgent, and Celeborn bucked as Haldir tightened his grip. He had shouted out Haldir’s name frantically as a climax rocked his body. Later, lying with his head on Celeborn’s chest, Haldir had figured it out.
It should have been easy to broach the subject of bondage. Haldir was quite comfortable with assorted forms of bed play, and he assumed Celeborn was as well. Yet he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask permission of the Lord of the Golden Wood to tie him to the bed. He fretted, brooded, and wondered. Then the words of Galadriel rang clear in his mind and it made sense. He never inquired as to why the Lord and Lady did not indulge in such things in their own bedchamber. Haldir preferred not to speak of Galadriel when he was in her chambers, her bed, with her husband. Despite all assurances, he still felt like an intruder when he crept in to see his lord.
Haldir bided his time until he was alone with Celeborn, lying naked against his lord.
“I have something for you,” he said, lapping his lord’s pointed ear.
“Oh?” Celeborn raised an eyebrow, bringing one hand up to tangle in Haldir’s blonde locks.
“Mmm…” Haldir smiled and reached into his tunic, withdrawing two silken cords. Celeborn’s breath caught.
“I take it they meet with your approval,” he said, nipping at Celeborn’s lips.
“I think we should try them,” Celeborn grinned.
“Indeed…”
Haldir took Celeborn’s hand in his and gently kissed the palm. Carefully, he looped the cord around Celeborn’s wrist and knotted it securely. The Elf lord was pliant beneath him as he lifted his arm and tied it to the bedpost. He applied the same treatment to the other hand, except this time pausing to kiss each of Celeborn’s fingertips as he bound his wrist.
“Not too tight?”
“Perfect…”
Haldir sat back and admired his work. Celeborn’s was truly beautiful, his blue eyes shining, his long platinum hair fanned out against the pillow, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he tested the restraints. Haldir trailed a finger down Celeborn’s chest, pausing only when his fingertip reached the waist of the thin linen breeches he wore. The sight of Celeborn, so striking and helpless, sent a throb of desire through Haldir’s body and straight to his groin. Bending, he kissed Celeborn softly, slowly deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into the welcoming mouth beneath his. His fingers glided softly up the bare chest beneath him and his thumb circled a hardening nipple before pinching gently.
Though his body ached to be inside his lord, Haldir could have lain there all night, softly touching and caressing. Just being with Celeborn satisfied him, fulfilled him.
“I love you,” he murmured against his lips.
Celeborn smiled and craned his neck so that he could reach Haldir’s lips, but Haldir moved playfully out of reach.
“You know, it is rather nice having you at my mercy like this…”
“And what are you going to do with me?”
Haldir moved his hand to caress Celeborn’s hardened shaft through the soft linen of his breeches, before slipping into the waistband. “I suppose I could think of something,” he said slyly as he swirled his thumb around the damp tip of Celeborn’s cock.
“Mmm…” Celeborn’s eyes closed, and his back arched slightly. “You could put that tongue of yours to better use.”
Chuckling, Haldir lowered his head to kiss a trail down Celeborn’s chest. “As you wish, my lord.”
Haldir hooked his fingers into the waist of Celeborn’s breeches and quickly divested his lord of his final article of clothing. He allowed the tip of his tongue to drag against the underside of Celeborn’s shaft, and then swirling his tongue around the head. Celeborn groaned from beneath him and pulled against his bonds.
“More, Haldir.”
“What is it you want, my lord?”
“Your mouth, all of it…”
Haldir obliged, letting the whole of Celeborn’s cock slide into his mouth. Celeborn arched beneath him, as he alternated sucking and swirling his tongue. One of his hands held fast to Celeborn’s hips, while the other came up to first tease his balls and then dip lower to carefully probe an even more intimate place.
Haldir could feel Celeborn’s body dampening with sweat, and his hands twisted in the bonds as he cried out the marchwarden’s name. Haldir slipped a finger carefully inside his lord’s body and circled it around, making Celeborn plead.
“Haldir, please!”
Another finger increased the frantic moans and cries and Haldir let Celeborn’s cock slip from his mouth, assuring that the evening would not be over too soon.
“Patience, my lord,” Haldir smiled against Celeborn’s thigh, “is a virtue.”
“Haldir…”
Haldir withdrew his fingers and slowly climbed up so that they were face to face. His own eyes were dark with passion, and he resisted the urge to bury himself inside Celeborn’s body. Reaching over to the nightstand, he took up a jar of sweet-scented oil that they sometimes used for massage. He coated his own wanting shaft to ease his passage before positioning himself. Kissing Celeborn he slid his tongue into his mouth as slid into his body.
Celeborn strained against his bonds once more, a series of unintelligible cries pouring from his lips. The sight of Celeborn tied, aching, and at his mercy drove Haldir to distraction and he struggled to maintain the slow, rocking pace he had set up. He wanted this moment to last, this moment when he was fulfilling Celeborn’s greatest desires, giving him the one thing that Galadriel could not.
His pace increased as Celeborn’s moans and pulling on his bonds grew more insistent. Haldir was shaking, trying to maintain control, to not lose himself completely just yet. His breath came in ragged gasps, and he lifted Celeborn’s hips to allow himself to push even deeper, drawing moans from them both.
“Haldir….faster…” It was all the encouragement he needed to speed up with abandon. He drove into Celeborn hard and fast, his hands holding tight to his hips as he lost himself to the sensation.
He felt Celeborn reach his climax, felt the warmth of it spreading between their bodies and it was all he needed to reach his own peak. Shuddering, he emptied himself into his lord before collapsing against Celeborn’s chest.
He could hear Celeborn’s heart thundering beneath his ear, and they both struggled to catch their breath.
“Haldir, love…” Celeborn panted, “thank you.”
Haldir smiled, lifted his head, and kissed him.
And so they had continued, meeting whenever they could, often in Celeborn’s own bedroom. Galadriel had not said anything more to Haldir regarding the arrangement, but she often gifted him with a gentle smile whenever they passed in the wood.
Haldir opened his eyes and returned to the present, letting his gaze fall on the silvery wood. He startled as he saw a pale, silent form standing below his window, and recognized Galadriel far below him. She was smiling. It dawned on him that she had been privy to his entire recollection, that they had shared something. He realized that she enjoyed seeing how much he loved Celeborn, and he felt a sudden sense of belonging. He cocked his head and felt Galadriel’s piercing gaze meet his as her voice echoed clear in his mind:
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”
Haldir smiled.
The End