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Imladris
Haldir watched in rapt attention as Lindir played the last of the melody with his beautiful mithril harp. Never had the marchwarden heard such exquisite sounds coming from any instrument. It didn�t hurt that the silver haired elf was the one playing. Having been assigned to Imladris for a round of seasons enabled him to watch Lindir more closely, and what started out as admiration had turned into love.
The bright blue eyes of Haldir followed the minstrel from the Great Hall and onto the terrace. Now was his chance to make his move. Talking some fresh cut flowers from a vase, he followed Lindir.
�Your music makes the night that much more beautiful,� Haldir said, startling the shy Lindir.
�I only play what I feel moved to. Tonight I was inspired.� Lindir answered quietly.
�I have these for you,� the marchwarden said as he offered the minstrel the bouquet of flowers.
Lindir immediately sneezed. �That was sweet of you,� he said before sneezing again. �Please take them away. I am allergic to them. I love them, but can�t be around them.�
Haldir threw the bouquet of flowers over the railing and apologized quickly. The glowing blush covering Haldir�s face could been seen even at night, and Lindir tried to reassure him things were well.
�It is the thought that counts, is it not?� Lindir asked, wiping his watery eyes. �I so appreciate them, especially from you, Haldir.�
The marchwarden stepped forward to take Lindir�s hand in his own. �I have been watching you ever since I arrive here, lirimaer. Would you allow me to kiss you?�
Lindir was stunned. Could it be that Haldir felt the same as he? �I would never deny you, Haldir.�
The marchwarden cupped Lindir�s face and kissed him tenderly upon the lips. Stepping back, he gave the minstrel a smile before kissing him deeply, his tongue sliding over Lindir�s lips seeking entrance.
Giving into Haldir�s request, the young elf opened his mouth to the seeking tongue. As the kiss deepened, Lindir let out a needful moan and pressed himself against the marchwarden.
Haldir ended the kiss, but moved his attention to the minstrel�s neck, nipping and sucking the tender flesh until Lindir swooned against him.
�I need you, lirimaer,� the Galadhel whispered softly into Lindir�s ear.
�Aye, I am yours, always,� Lindir replied breathlessly.
�Not here, meleth,� Haldir said between small kisses. �Your room, is it close?�
�Aye, just down the corridor,� Lindir replied, taking Haldir�s hand and leading him through the hall and into the corridor. Once they reached Lindir�s room, the marchwarden quickly divested the minstrel of his clothing. The young elf�s body was lithe and perfect. Pale unmarred skin was flush with desire, and Haldir could not control his desire.
�I have tried to deny my feelings for you, seron vell,� Haldir admitted as he pushed the young elf to his bed. �I cannot hide them or pretend I don�t love you.�
�Aiya, Haldir,� Lindir breathed. �I have longed to hear those words from you. My love will no longer be hidden in the shadows. I will proclaim it from the roof tops so everyone knows you are mine.�
�And I shall be there with you proclaiming that I am yours, ind nin,� Haldir replied before delving into that honeyed mouth, plundering it as he moaned his pleasure.
Sensations Lindir never felt before were coursing through his body and he pulled the Lorien elf closer as he arched his hips. When their erections ground together, they both cried out.
�Please, I cannot wait,� the minstrel pleaded. �Take me now, melethron.�
�Nay, not yet, I am not finished discovering your luscious body, lirimaer.� Haldir replied between sucks and long drawn out licks.
Lindir tried to pull the marchwarden up so he could ravish his mouth, but Haldir would not budge.
�Do I have to tie your hands, melethen?� The marchwarden asked with a mischievous grin. �I think I shall bind them.�
�Aye,� Lindir hissed excited about the idea. �There are handcuffs in the wardrobe, cuff my hands to the bed.�
Haldir chuckled as he made his way to the wardrobe to retrieve the cuffs. �It has been a long time since I used anything like this.�
�Just the thought excites me more than words could ever explain,� the minstrel said as he raised his hands over his head to be bound.
Once the cuffs were in place and Lindir was unable to move his hands, Haldir resumed his exploration of the minstrel�s body. The sounds coming from Lindir were more beautiful than any song he had ever sung. Soft moans and hisses were replaced with pleas to end the erotic torture Haldir was putting him through.
When the marchwarden finally took Lindir�s arousal into his throat, the minstrel cried out loudly and arched his body into the warmth of the Galadhel�s mouth. He yanked at the cuffs as he tired to grab the marchwarden�s hair, or anything that would anchor him to this world.
Haldir�s chuckle vibrated through Lindir and he cried out again in pure bliss. �Saes, Haldir.�
The marchwarden took pity on his new love and moved up his body like a cat would stalk his prey. As he plundered the minstrel�s mouth, he reached for the oil by the bedside. Haldir gently prepared his new love teasing his hidden nub relentlessly once he found it.
Lindir was sobbing with need by the time Haldir removed his fingers and prepared to enter him. The minstrel�s legs were open wide in invitation and the marchwarden entered him in one smooth thrust. Their sighs of contentment echoed through the room.
Haldir lay still as Lindir adjusted, whispering softly to him of his love and devotion. When the minstrel nodded and pushed back against the marchwarden, Haldir began a slow, deep rhythm that kept them both excited, but did not allow them to reach their peaks.
�Must you torture me so?� Lindir asked, his voice limed with unspent desire.
�I want you to remember this always. The first time I claimed you as my own will live in your memory for eternity, lirimaer,� Haldir replied hoarsely.
�I shall always remember,� Lindir replied as he lifted his head to kiss the marchwarden with abandon. �Have mercy, melethron. Harder, saes.�
The Lorien elf could not deny such a heartfelt plea and began to thrust harder into his lover. Lindir�s cry of pleasure was all the incentive Haldir needed to bring them to the brink.
The minstrel tried to make the pleasure rushing through him last, but he could not stop himself when Haldir began to stroke his arousal in time with his thrusts. Lindir�s cry was heard by those passing by his room as he erupted over the marchwarden�s still pumping hand.
Haldir�s own orgasm was milked from him by Lindir�s contracting muscles. The Lorien elf�s cry of his beloved�s name was muffled against the younger elf�s neck.
Sated and spent, the elves whispered of their love and swore everlasting devotion as the after glow of their union surrounded them. Plans were made and tender, loving kisses shared between them.
After a few moments of silence, Lindir realized his hands were still cuffed. �Could you release me, melethron so that I might hold you?�
�Aye, I forgot you were still cuffed to the bed,� Haldir replied with a chuckle. �Where is the key?�
�It is in the wardrobe, underneath the sheet music I have there,� the minstrel replied.
The marchwarden looked for the key, but it wasn�t there. �There is no key there, Lindir.�
�Look through everything. Maybe I placed it elsewhere,� Lindir replied becoming worried. He could hear Haldir looking for the key and with every moment that passed, the more worried he became.
�Lindir, there is no key in the wardrobe,� Haldir said returning to the bed looking anxious.
�Did you look through everything?� Lindir asked looking up as he tried to pull the cuffs over his wrists.
�I am an elf, melethron,� Haldir replied frustrated about what to do. �Where did you get the cuffs?�
�Where do you think?� The minstrel asked giving the marchwarden an annoyed look. �Elladan and Elrohir. They are the ones who play these types of games with their bedmates.�
�Can we not ask Elrond for help and leave the twins out of this?� Haldir asked knowing their teasing would never end.
�Nay! Elrond cannot know about this,� Lindir said hastily. �It must be one of the twins.�
�We will never hear the end of this if I go to the twins for help, seron vell,� The marchwarden pointed out with a frown.
�I obviously cannot stay cuffed to the headboard of my bed, Haldir,� Lindir replied growing more agitated. �Go find one of them, and swear them to secrecy.�
�Meleth, the twins do not know how to keep a secret, especially one like this,� the Galadhel remarked with a bitter laugh.
�Haldir! Go find them!� Lindir insisted.
�Mordor�s fire! I will be sorry for doing this,� the marchwarden replied as he left the room. �I shall return.�
Several moments later, Lindir heard voices and Haldir entered with Elladan and Elrohir. Laughter erupted from the twins as they saw the predicament Haldir and Lindir were in.
�I was hoping you would just borrow a key,� Lindir said blushing to his ears.
�I did ask for a key, but they would not let me have it unless I told them why I needed it,� Haldir explained, trying not to make a big deal out of the situation now that Elladan and Elrohir were present.
�Here is a key,� Elladan laughed as he handed the key to Haldir. �Next time make sure you have one before you decide to �play.��
�You owe us, Marchwarden, for keeping this one quiet,� Elrohir said laughing.
Haldir released Lindir and gave the key back to Elladan. �You promised you wouldn�t say anything to anyone.�
The twins left the room and laughter echoed through the corridor. Haldir and Lindir looked at one another with worry and knew that the news of their �mishap� would be all over Imladris by morning.
The End