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Waiting in the Halls	By : kathmco Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Waiting In the Halls

Author: Emmess

Email: kathmco@tampabay.rr.com

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Haldir/Glorfindel

Summary: The Halls of Mandos aren't quite what Haldir imagined them to be.

Genre: Humor, AU, Movieverse…sort of.

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of anything relating to Tolkien's LOTR universe…if he's going to leave them laying around, then I'm going to play with them.

A/N: I was watching TTT for the umpteenth time, and at the scene when Haldir…you know…does what he does that none of us like to speak of…sob…I began to wonder what the Halls of Waiting were like…and this short fic is the result.

Title: Waiting in the Halls

"Glorfindel?"

The Slayer turned toward the voice that had just called his name, his brilliant turquoise eyes scanning the room, seeking the speaker. With a start, he recognized the Elf from Lorien, who stood on the other side of the Hall, waving frantically at him.

"Haldir?" Glorfindel called, dodging other Elves, weaving in and out of the small groups of white-clothed figures trying to reach the Galadhel. Finally coming face to face, they clasped arms in the tradition of warriors. Smiling in disbelief, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Long story…" Haldir said, shaking his silver head. "Elrond had the most brilliant idea of sending the Elves of Lorien and Imladris to aid the mortals at the Battle of Helm's Deep…"

"Yes, yes…I remember him mentioning that. So he convinced Celeborn and Galadriel to send you…"

"Bah. Galadriel sent me because Celeborn and I were having a little thing on the side. Jealous elf-witch."

"Ahh…" Glorfindel said, nodding his head in understanding. "So what happened at Helm's Deep?"

"I had had the lamb for dinner…decent enough fare, but a bit stringy…anyway, during the battle I felt a piece stuck in my teeth…"

"I hate it when that happens."

"Aye. I paused to fish it out, and before I knew it, an Urak Hai got me."

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to floss before battle?" Glorfindel asked, shaking his golden head.

"I was at Helm's Deep, Glorfindel…not exactly the dental hygiene center of Arda, you know."

"Aye…so the damnable beast sent you to the Halls, hmm? Ever been here before?"

"Nay, first time. What about you, Glorfindel? What are you doing here…again? Not another Balrog?"

"Nay…'twas not a Balrog this time. 'Twas an Erestor."

"Huh?" Haldir cocked his head, confused at the Slayer's answer. "Erestor…as in your bonded? That Erestor?"

"Aye, that Erestor. I forgot the anniversary of our bonding," Glorfindel confessed, rolling his eyes.

"Ooh…" Haldir answered, wincing.

"Killed me, then threw himself off a cliff. He's here somewhere, but he isn't speaking to me at the moment," Glorfindel finished, smirking in his usual manner. "Mandos was not thrilled to see me here again, but even less thrilled with Erestor for committing kinslaying, so of course, Erestor is pouting. Come, I'll show you around," he said, taking Haldir's arm.

"Tell me, Glorfindel…how long does it usually take for an Elf to be reincarnated?" Haldir asked curiously.

"A while…usually at least a half century…maybe more…"

"Oh," Haldir answered, wondering why it took so long, and why Mandos didn't just speed things up a bit…a half-century in the Halls looked to Haldir to be an eternity.

Together they threaded their way through the crowds in the Hall, nodding at one acquaintance or another as they passed. Glorfindel led Haldir into an anteroom where a feast had been set out on a long, damask covered table. "This is the Feasting Room…open all day and all night, except on Mondays. If there's something you have a taste for that isn't already here, just ask one of the servants. They make a wonderful chocolate soufflé here, by the way," he explained to his silver haired friend, pausing to pluck a grape from a nearby platter and pop it into his mouth.

Leaving the Feasting Room, Glorfindel led Haldir to yet another anteroom, pushing aside a heavy drape to allow them entrance. The steamy and moist air from within assaulted Haldir as his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim interior of the room.

"The Males' Bathing Room," Glorfindel explained, nodding toward the large communal pool from which steam and the scent of lavender rose. "Nothing like a good, long soak after dying. Towels are on the left…" he said, pointing toward a set of shelves piled high with thick, fluffy towels, "…soaps and oils are on the right."

Haldir nodded, raising an eyebrow at the antics of several pair of Elves who were currently lounging in the pool. From the looks of things, the air wasn't the only thing steamy in the Bathing Room, and soaking wasn't the main activity here. He felt himself harden as he watched one dark-haired Elf throw another over the side of the pool, burying himself deep within the other Elf's body with a loud groan.

"Come, Haldir - I've more to show you," Glorfindel said, laying his hand on Haldir's broad shoulder.

"Um…I believe I'd like to take a bath first, Glorfindel…"

"Bathe later…there is much more to see, my friend."

Leading a most reluctant Haldir out of the warm room, Glorfindel pulled him into another anteroom. Here small tables were set up, each holding a chessboard and pieces. Several pair of Elves were huddled around the tables, concentrating on their games. "The Game Room," Glorfindel said, nodding at a couple of the players who looked up at the sound of his voice.

"I believe I'll go take that bath now," Haldir said, not nearly as impressed with the activities in the Game Room as he was by the activities in the Bathing Room.

"No, no…much more to see!" Glorfindel admonished, pulling on Haldir's arm. "Come…I've yet to show you the Music Room, the Weapons Room, the Library…"

"Glorfindel…I do not wish to be rude, but I really would like to take a bath now," Haldir growled, frowning at the tall blonde Slayer.

"You can take a bath anytime, Haldir…"

"Glorfindel…listen to me carefully. I want to take a bath now."

"Haldir…we've just begun…there's plenty of time…"

"Glorfindel!" Haldir roared, finally taking the other Elf's hand and placing it directly over the stiff bulge at his crotch. "I want to take a bath NOW!"

"Oh…well, why didn't you just say so? Really, I'm not a mind reader, Haldir. Come on…" Glorfindel replied, leading Haldir back to the Bathing Room. He held aside the drape allowing Haldir to pass through first, then followed him in. Both Elves quickly stripped themselves of their white robes, grabbed a towel, a bar of sweet smelling soap, a vial of sandalwood oil, and descended, with a sigh, into the pool.

Glorfindel eyed Haldir's impressive erection, the warm water having done nothing to diminish its rigidity. A predatory smile creased his face as he positioned himself between the Galadhel's legs, clutching his wedge of soap in his hand. Slowly, he slid his hand up and down Haldir's strongly muscled thighs, soaping the silky skin. Haldir leaned his head back against the wall of the pool, his long silver tresses trailing down into the water, closing his eyes at the pleasure Glorfindel's talented fingers gave him as they massaged the muscles of his upper thighs.

Studiously avoiding Haldir's bobbing shaft, and ignoring his own growing organ - for the moment - Glorfindel's hands slid up the Galadhel's corded abdomen, taking care to soap every inch while working his way up to Haldir's broad chest. Rubbing his softening lump of soap over the erstwhile March Warden's rosy nipples, Glorfindel smiled as they peaked into hard nubs under his care. Haldir's soft moan further exacerbated Glorfindel's own condition, as his Elfhood hardened to stand tall and proud between the Slayer's pale thighs.

Working his way back down Haldir's stomach, Glorfindel finally turned his attention the Galadhel's weeping Elfhood, teasing it by rubbing the soap up and down its length with the softest, barest of touches. He gave Haldir's fuzzy sac the same treatment, feeling it swell further under his ministrations, especially after he slipped the soap further down, rubbing it over the puckered opening that lay behind it. Haldir's moans became louder, more insistent as Glorfindel slipped a soapy finger past the ring of muscle into his channel.

Removing his finger and discarding the soap, Glorfindel used his hands to wash the soapy residue from Haldir's body. Pulling himself up over the Elf, Glorfindel captured Haldir's lips in a crushing kiss, his tongue hungrily forcing its way into the moist hot cavern of Haldir's mouth as he allowed his own erection to rub enticingly against the Galadhel's. Moaning his own pleasure into Haldir's mouth, he felt the other Elf's hands roam over the hard muscles of his back, sliding to down to cup and knead the cheeks of his rear, separating them and allowing the warm water to caress his own opening.

Backing down, Glorfindel positioned himself between Haldir's legs, lifting them to his shoulders, exposing Haldir's pulsing, clenching entry. He reached over Haldir's shoulder, grabbing a vial of oil from the side of the pool, uncorking it with his teeth, and spitting the cork out over Haldir's head. Pouring the oil liberally over his own Elfhood, he discarded the bottle in the same fashion, tossing it over the Elf's head to land with a small tinkle somewhere beyond the pool.

With one sure swift movement and a long, loud, guttural moan, Glorfindel buried himself deep with Haldir's channel. Feeling not the need or the urge to go slowly, his attentions to Haldir having driven himself to the very edge already, Glorfindel pumped wildly in and out of Haldir's channel, his groans growing louder as he neared his peak.

Stroking himself in time with Glorfindel's thrusts, Haldir felt a familiar fire building in his belly just before his orgasm took him, his seed spurting over his hand onto his taut belly.

Watching through hooded eyes, seeing Haldir's Elfhood spew his essence over the Elf's stomach while feeling the muscles of his channel contract with his climax, Glorfindel's own release came, filling Haldir's body with his own seed.

Panting, the two Elves finally noticed that they had attracted quite a crowd. No fewer than ten others had circled around them, each stroking themselves as they watched the display before them. Within moments, Glorfindel and Haldir were showered with spurts of silver seed as the watchers reached their own orgasms.

Sighing, Glorfindel frowned at the voyeurs, shaking his golden head. "This happens all the time…you'd think they'd learn to aim a bit better…" he said as he wiped a particularly badly aimed blob from the corner of his eye.

Laughing, the other Elves dispersed, leaving Haldir and Glorfindel to wash themselves all over again.

"I seem to have worked up a bit of an appetite, Haldir…would you care to join me in the Feasting Room for a bite?" Glorfindel asked, as he and Haldir slipped into their white robes.

"Aye…you mentioned something about chocolate soufflé?"

Nodding his head, the Slayer led the Galadhel out of the Bathing Room, and headed back toward the Feasting Room. Entering the anteroom, he searched for and found a two open seats at one of the tables.

As they ate, they talked of different acquaintances of theirs, before a familiar voice broke into their conversation.

"There you are!" Erestor called from just behind them. "I have been looking all over for you! Mandos has decided that we will both be reincarnated within the next century, and - oh…Haldir! Good to see you, my boy! How are you?"

"That is a silly question, Erestor…he's dead," Glorfindel smirked, glancing up at his sleek dark-haired bonded.

Erestor swatted Glorfindel on top of his golden head. "I know that…it's a figure of speech. Honestly, Fin, I believe you wait eagerly to pounce on every slip of the tongue I make."

"I wait eagerly for your tongue to slip somewhere, at any rate…" Glorfindel replied lasciviously, earning him a small smile from Erestor, and a smirk from Haldir.

"I am fine, Erestor. It is good to see you, as well."

"Did the Golden One tell you what happened?" Erestor asked, jerking his thumb at his bonded.

"Aye…sorry you felt it necessary to kill both him and yourself, Erestor."

"Eh…" the dark Elf said, shrugging his shoulders, "perhaps I went a bit overboard…but, really - it WAS our anniversary…"

"Perfectly understandable, Erestor," Haldir agreed, nodding his head.

"Manwe's balls, Haldir!" Glorfindel snarled, whacking the Galadhel on the arm. "Whose side are you on?"

"I'm not on anyone's side, Glorfindel…but it was your anniversary…"

"Fine. I am sorry I forgot our anniversary, Erestor. Can we please forget about it now?"

"Well…considering that I killed you, I suppose we are even, dearest."

"Good. I was going to show Haldir the Library next. Would you care to join us?"

"I was just going to take a bath…" Erestor said, winking at the Slayer.

The Balrog-slayer and Galadhel exchanged a glance, biting the inside of their cheeks. Sighing, they shrugged, and followed Erestor to the Bathing Room.

Haldir thought to himself as he dropped his white robe, reaching again for a towel, soap, and oil, that the Elves in the Halls of Waiting must be the cleanest Elves of all time. He also realized with a chuckle, that he had had it completely wrong…it wasn't Mandos' fault that it took so long for Elves to be reincarnated…it took so long because he probably couldn't pry them out of the Bathing Room long enough to send them back.

The End
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