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The Curse	By : Cassandra_Baudrillard Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N:

@AtoreySKane: Perfect, poor Haldir! ;) Hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 17: Wrong about you

The question was reasonable and he owed it to Elladan to provide an answer. In short, Legolas related how King Thranduil had come to Lothlorien shortly after the Rivendell party had left, how creatures of the dark had attacked and he’d almost died saving his father’s life… how Haldir had taken care of him and had cared for him throughout all of that, “I wanted to know what it was like without it being forced of me, with someone I lo…cared about…I nearly died there, I would’ve died without knowing how beautiful it can be but only knowing the absolute horror… I didn’t want that”

As the Prince related the words, Elladan couldn’t genuinely hold it against the young Elf who’d just wanted to have some loving affection in his life that wasn’t forced on him.

Yes, yes it was unfortunate that it hadn’t been him, but he couldn’t fault Legolas for that.

He was the one who had left Lothlorien while knowing Legolas would at some point adept to his new life and wonder about such things.

If there was anyone at fault for Legolas turning to Haldir, it was Elladan himself.

Legolas watched Elladan with a hint of concern. He loved Haldir, he did, but at the same time he felt an overwhelming urge to appease Elladan; to suggest it hadn’t been what it was. He didn’t want to see that disappointment in the Half-Elf’s eyes, or know he’d caused Elladan pain.

He owed this Noldor everything. His life, his freedom. Nothing would’ve changed if it hadn’t been for Elladan. He owed the Half-Elf.

/Why won’t he answer me? Have I upset him?/

/Give him time/ his mind seemed to answer and so he did, remaining silent while Elladan considered what Legolas had told him.

At long last a light smile came to Elladan’s lips and he spoke, “I understand, my sweet prince. As I said before… I wish it had been me, but I cannot fault you for pursuing such a thing and I’m glad Haldir honoured you in that”

Legolas offered a light nod as his thoughts trailed to Haldir, /How could I ever make sense of this? I want him, just as much as I want you. Perhaps I am a slut…Perhaps they are right/

As if on cue Haldir’s voice echoed in his mind, /Your happiness matters most, whoever it is with. I love you, poikaer, even if that means I must let you go/

Legolas looked at Elladan then, “Are they right about me? Is there something wrong with me? For not knowing what I want? Who?”

Elladan cupped his face lightly before pressing a light kiss to Legolas’ forehead, “There’s nothing wrong with it my sweet prince, we all feel such a thing at least once in our lifetime. It is natural, if only one makes a choice in the end”

Though Legolas nodded he seemed unsure which caused Elladan to stand up, “Rest, my sweet prince and make sense of your own thoughts and desires. Tomorrow I shall find you again”

The prince nodded, seeing Elladan out before locking the door as he had left.

In Lothlorien a proud marchwarden sighed in frustration. He needed to let Legolas go, it was for the best. He wanted to… and yet he couldn’t. Every hour that passed without the prince close to him was an hour too many and he swore he was growing mad over it.

Every thought was plagued with memories of the prince, even as he laid down to rest on his bed.

Legolas meanwhile felt restless even though he tried taking the advice to rest to heart.

He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes as thoughts of his night with Haldir flooded his mind, /I wish you were here, my proud Marchwarden/

In his mind he imagined the proud Marchwarden approaching him, kissing him hard and deeply while undressing him, before the Galadhrim rid himself of his clothes.

Hard and erect Haldir stood before him, /I can’t forget you, poikaer, my body burns with need for you/

Haldir imagined the beautiful blond on his knees before him, a tongue darting out –shyly at first- but before long the Prince treated the long shaft as though it was a delicious treat to devour /Ai Legolas, what sweet torture this is/

The prince meanwhile imagined himself as he worked on Haldir’s length while stroking himself until the Marchwarden asked him to stop.

Knowing what came next the prince pulled back with a light smile, /I want you in me, Haldir, I want to feel you again/

The Marchwarden smiled at the prince’s eagerness, imagining Legolas spreading his legs for him and preparing for what was to come while he slicked his cock and moved atop of the Elf beneath him.

Though the Marchwarden was in reality thrusting into his matrass, the tight hold of his own hand around his cock was enough to convince himself it was Legolas’ body he was thrusting into.

Legolas lay on the large bed within the city or Rivendell, fingers working their way into his body as he spread himself as if preparing for his lover before grasping one of the candle sticks to be a substitute as he inserted it in his body only half-aware of his actions as he imagined his lover riding him, /Harder…Haldir…Saes/

His lover didn’t disappoint as Legolas’ pleas urged the Marchwarden on to thrust harder, faster as he all but pounded his matrass with complete abandon /So close, poikaer, so near… Come for me, Legolas, show me/

Legolas shivered as his muscles tensed before he shot his load and covered himself with the evidence of his pleasure just as he imagined Haldir filling him up with his seed as the Marchwarden soiled his matrass and the both of them lay a panting mess on the bed.

As if awaking from a daze Legolas blushed as he discovered the candle stick he had inserted into himself and pulled it out before hiding ‘the evidence’ under the bed.

He’d never touched himself before but it had been so intense it was almost as though it had been real. The only thing that told him it had just been a figment of the imagination was that he awoke from the daze alone.

Haldir panted in the aftermath of his masturbation… It had been so real, if he hadn’t known better he’d think Legolas had been there, but that wasn’t really possible, was it?

He shook his head as he stood up and cleaned himself and the bed, similarly to the prince back in Rivendell who took a shower to clean himself up from the mess he had made.

/I am a slut/ was the thought that echoed through his mind over what he’d just done, but then Haldir’s voice resounded through his mind /You are beautiful/

He wasn’t sure how or why Haldir had become the voice of his conscience to assure him, but Legolas just accepted it because Haldir had been a source of safety and comfort to him.

It wasn’t until there was a knock on his door that the prince got out of the shower and dressed himself, “Who is it?”

“It’s me… I’ve come to get you for breakfast”

The action of the introduction was becoming repetitive, causing Legolas to smile as he opened the door, “I just need to put on my shoes…. Elrohir?”

His brow furrowed as Legolas recognized the twin that wasn’t particularly fond of him, “I told you to stay away from my brother, you slut”

Forcing the prince back inside, Elrohir shut and locked the door behind him, “I told you, didn’t I?”

Legolas nodded even as he tried putting distance between himself and the Half-Elf, “I couldn’t help it… he came to me”

Elrohir rolled his eyes, “You shouldn’t have answered him. You should’ve told him to leave.”

The scent of sex was still heavy in the room and Elrohir looked around, “Who were you playing with, slut? I know it was not my brother”

Legolas blushed as he glanced over to where one of the candle sticks had been just as Elrohir’s brow rose, “Ahh, yourself then? So eager to be had that you shoved a candle up there? By the Valar, you’re more of a slut than I thought”

Legolas shook his head, “No… please…”

Elrohir smirked then, “It’s not still in there, is it?” “NO!” came the rapid reply as Legolas ducked under the bed to produce the item as if to prove it wasn’t.

Elrohir looked at the prince, “Get on the bed, you slut and show me how you use that candle stick”

Legolas shook his head, pleading, but Elrohir couldn’t be swayed, “Or I could linger here until my brother shows up… I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to convince him you were whoring yourself to me.”

Legolas bit his lip, clearly caught between the options. He couldn’t hurt Elladan, even if it weren’t true he wasn’t sure if Elladan would believe him.

With a light sigh Legolas stripped off his clothes under the Half-Elf’s watchful eye. The excitement he felt before was entirely absent now and his cock hung down against his body in further proof.

Elrohir looked at the Elf, “I do not care if you’re turned on or not, you slut, get on that bed and fuck yourself with that candle”

When Legolas laid down and spread his legs to insert the candle, Elrohir smiled, “How cute… you fancy that people want to look at your face while they fuck you? How often have you been fucked like that? Like a loved one?”

Embarrassment caused Legolas’ cheeks to turn red as he caught the underlying message and so he moved onto his knees, his back to the other as he pushed the candle into himself with little preparation.

A delighted chuckle escaped Elrohir, “You take it just like that? No preparation? Amazing”

Legolas’ head hung low with shame as he fucked himself with the candle stick just hoping Elrohir would end his misery once he’d seen enough.

He found no pleasure in it.

Legolas heard the lock, heard the door open just a tad and his head whipped around to see what was going on but Elrohir tsked at him, “I did not tell you that you could stop, did I sweet prince?”

Growing even more unsure, Legolas hesitated but ultimately resigned himself to his fate until he heard a second gasp, “Legolas? Elrohir? What is the meaning of this?”

Nothing could’ve stunned the prince more as he flipped around whilst pulling out the candle as he looked at Elladan’s stunned face, matched with Elrohir’s amused one, “You planned this”

The words were angry as Legolas stormed at the Half-Elf –still naked- and thought to punch him, only to be brought down to the ground by the same Elf in a vicious tackle, “I came here to ask you to come along for breakfast, to bury old transgressions… you called me in here and I found you there, with that candle, fucking yourself while you pleaded me to join you and now, just because he caught you in your latest bout of promiscuity … you want to blame me?”

Elrohir spat at the floor, next to the Prince before he stormed out, “You are less than the fungi that eats scum”

Elladan watched his brother’s outburst and then looked at the prince on the floor, “I don’t understand Legolas, I give you the benefit of the doubt… I give you… time… and you…”

Legolas scrambled to his knees, “No, Elladan, saes, you don’t understand! He made me… I thought he was you… at the door… he…”

Elladan looked at him in disbelief, something that hurt the young Prince far worse than any sexual abuse could’ve, before he shook his head, “Maybe I was wrong about you”

With that the other twin left the room too, leaving Legolas to cradle himself while tears ran down his cheeks, “They’re right… They’re right….I shouldn’t humiliate others by thinking they’d care for a slut like me…I’m better off dead.”

Standing, he dressed in his royal robes before he locked the door to his chambers and took out his Elven knives.

Haldir’s skin had grown pale overnight, or rather just in a few hours that morning. He felt tired, weak… Not like himself.

Orophin had noticed the change to and had alerted Lord Celeborn, “Haldir…What causes this? Are you ill? Wounded?”

Haldir simply shook his head, “I… simply woke up and have been feeling worse and worse since then”

The Lord of Lothlorien looked at the Marchwarden for a moment in suspicion, “Perhaps the source is not you at all, tell me, have you committed your heart to anyone?”

Though the Galadhrim’s brows furrowed, Haldir didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He had been given an order and he’d defied it. His Lord could never know.

Still Lord Celeborn pushed on, “I see that you have… I can only assume the source…Did you two… have you joined in the flesh?”

A single nod was all the answer he received and though Lord Celeborn nodded he didn’t appear to be at all pleased with the knowledge, “We must send word to lord Elrond, as soon as possible. The Prince of Mirkwood is dying”

Tbc…
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