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The Early Years: With Anor's Rise	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Haldir waited more or less patiently, a well-provisioned basket sitting on the fountain wall at his side. The falling water sparkled in the midmorning sun, and the Loríen elf amused himself by watching the hurried comings and goings of seamstress, cook and maid alike. The whole of the woodland realm was busy preparing for the elaborate celebration that would begin at twilight.
The previous day�s festivities had provided little chance to speak intimately with Legolas, but offered ample opportunity to unobtrusively observe the second-born prince. An impromptu weapons match between the visitors from Loríen and Imladris and the Mirkwood guard proved him to be highly skilled with the bow and promising with the traditional Silvan knives, as well as graceful in both victory and defeat. And though Legolas was perhaps less pleased with the pomp and ritual that accompanied the formal dinner than with the camaraderie of the sparring field, he had comported himself well, bearing the ribbing of peers and the reminiscing of elders with good humor.
As the woodland prince bounded down the curving stairs into the courtyard, Haldir added another note to his mental list of the prince�s finer qualities. The youngling was more than passing fair. Though he had not yet attained the solid bulk of a seasoned warrior, Legolas was smoothly muscled, with the strong arms and shoulders of a born archer. His sharply angled cheekbones and sunlit hair marked him as Thranduil�s son to even the least observant, and his eyes sparkled with the impish streak gifted him by his mother.
The day looked promising, indeed.
Legolas caught sight of his mentor-to-be almost immediately, the pale shimmer of Haldir�s hair as good as a beacon amid the reds and golds of the wood-elves� tresses. As the marchwarden stood to greet him, he saw that the elegant drape of last night�s formal grey tunic and breeches had been replaced by snug black leather leggings and a thin green tunic with simple toggles. �Easily removed�, Legolas thought artlessly, then flushed brightly at his own musings.
"Good morning, híren," Haldir said, smiling in appreciation at the prince�s well-worn leather leggings and rough woven ivory tunic. There seemed to be little of the imperious royal in Legolas, but the Loríen elf had worried that anxiety might cause the youngling to retreat into a regal shell. He could well have taken refuge in formality, but the casual nature of his attire put that concern to rest.
"Good morning," Legolas returned, his cheeks burning hotter under the Galadhel�s approving gaze.
"I should add my congratulations on your majority, as well," Haldir offered, reaching for the basket. "Though you likely wish it all over and done with, hmm? I know I did, at the time."
"Aye," Legolas replied with a sigh as they headed for the gates. "Though the parties have been grand," he added with youthful honesty, "I could well do without the interest in my expected bedding." Suddenly abashed, the prince trailed off uncertainly. "Forgive me, Haldir. I did not mean to..."
"Think nothing of it, pen neth," the marchwarden interrupted kindly. "It cannot be easy to have an entire realm watching with bated breath."
"It is not," Legolas agreed. As Haldir started down the path leading to the old tower clearing, the prince looked at him in surprise. "You are quite familiar with the Wood, then?"
"Parts of it, aye," the Galadhel answered. "My family has roots in Taur-na-Fuin, many millennia past, before the darkening began. Though the Greenwood was never my home, I remember when a watchtower stood in the clearing."
The prince�s eyes widened. "You knew Iauradar, then?"
"Aye, though not as well as I know your adar. Oropher was a fine king and a fierce warrior, but he had strict notions of propriety. He did not mix easily with commoners."
Legolas snorted inelegantly. "So he was much like Anteruon."
Haldir chuckled. "He was, indeed. Or rather, the crown prince is much like Oropher. But I have no doubt that Thranduil will curb him, given time. Your brother is yet young."
They walked the winding trail in silence for a moment before Legolas found courage to voice the question that plagued him most. "How well do you know Ada, Haldir?" he asked, his cheeks burning anew at his own audacity.
The Loríen elf stopped at the edge of the clearing, turning to meet his companion�s eyes. "Not that well, ernilen," he reassured the blushing youngling with a grin, "but we have been friends for millennia."
Relieved, the woodland prince followed Haldir into the sunny clearing.
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Legolas stretched with feline enjoyment, savoring both the heat of the midday sun on his skin and the faint buzz of the sweet berry wine in his veins. "I have always loved this place," he said lazily, falling back to lie on the soft grass that grew in the clearing. "There is too little light in the Wood these days."
Haldir smiled, reaching to refill the prince�s glass. "The sun is pleasant," he agreed, pouring the last of the pale pink wine into his own goblet before stretching out beside his companion. There was a comfortable silence during which the marchwarden observed Legolas through lowered lashes. They had talked much over the past hours, touching on a myriad of subjects, and the woodland prince seemed far more at ease, much of his earlier reticence gone.
Indeed, it was the Legolas who had stripped off his tunic first, exposing his sleekly muscled chest to the sun�s warmth with no hesitation. While Haldir doubted the move was calculated � warriors did, after all, spend a good deal of time with their chests bared in training � he had been heartened by the implied acceptance, and quickly followed suit.
Now his eyes trailed over the lithe form more intently, acknowledging both the prince�s beauty and the first faint stirrings of desire in his own belly. His gaze lingered on the gold ring that glinted in Legolas� right nipple. The youngling was not untried in battle � an orc, the prince had said briefly, as though the memory haunted him still. The first of several.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Haldir tossed back the last of his wine and sat the glass down before closing his fingers around his companion�s empty goblet. When Legolas started, roused from near reverie by the gentle tug at his hand, the marchwarden chuckled. "You had best put this away, ere you drop it. Are you tired, pen neth?"
"Nay," the woodland prince replied, setting his glass aside obediently. "Merely very comfortable."
Haldir met the blue-green gaze searchingly. "Good," he whispered, leaning closer to brush his lips along the prince�s jaw.
Legolas went still, his world narrowing to the soft flutter that moved ever closer to his ear. A part of him had wondered, had wanted it to happen here, in this place, with the sun and trees to bear witness, rather than in a candlelit bedchamber behind locked doors. Then a wet tongue curled around the tip of his ear, sending a bolt of fire to his groin, and his anxiety rushed back tenfold. He pulled away with a whimper, turning wide eyes on his companion.
"Shhh," Haldir soothed, stroking one flushed cheek gently before capturing the prince�s mouth in an insistent kiss, his fingers twining firmly in golden braids.
His mind spinning, Legolas felt adrift and helpless amid the sensations flooding his body. He had kissed and been kissed before, but those fumbling experiences faded away beside this skilled plundering. Haldir�s tongue swept his lips, demanding entrance, then explored his mouth languidly, wrestling wetly with his own tongue, enticing it out to play. Sharp teeth nipped and tugged gently at his lips until they tingled, then the teeth were gone and his swollen lips were suckled tenderly before the besetting mouth retreated, leaving him gasping.
Haldir met the prince�s confused gaze, smiling slightly at the chaotic mix of anxiety and longing visible there. Lowering his head to nuzzle the ivory throat, he murmured nonsensically, as though he sought to soothe a frightened animal.
Legolas found himself inexplicably calmed by the soft rumble of Haldir�s voice and turned his head instinctively, granting the marchwarden free access to his neck. The gentle brush of lips and tongue gave way to more aggressive suckling, then a sharp nip, before the wandering mouth drew him into another heated kiss.
Ending the kiss reluctantly, Haldir looked down into eyes gone emerald dark. "I want you, ernilen," he purred, sliding a leather-clad leg across the prince�s thighs, his burgeoning erection pressing against his companion�s hip.
A shiver ran down Legolas� spine at the obvious hunger in Haldir�s face. He had imagined it differently, somehow, this first yielding. What little information his brother would share had hinted at cool explanations and carefully impersonal touches. But the dilated hazel eyes that now raked his body were neither cool nor impersonal.
It was not the considering stare of a teacher, but the devouring gaze of a lover.
As though aware of the young elf�s thoughts, Haldir shook his head slightly, one thumb tracing the sharp angle of the prince�s cheekbone. "I will not harm you, pen neth," he said, brushing his mouth over the puffy lips, "but I will not pretend �tis only duty which moves me. To do so would deny us both pleasure."
Legolas raised a hand to the marchwarden�s face, touching one cheek before hesitantly threading his fingers into the mithril-pale hair. "Show me, then," he whispered. "I will trust you."
Haldir inhaled sharply, the prince�s words erasing the last vestiges of restraint. Shifting to lie atop the younger elf, he caught Legolas� mouth in a lingering kiss before beginning a thorough exploration of the lithe body.
Legolas fought back a wave of panic as his leggings were peeled slowly away, baring him to the predatory gaze, and then his body was awash in sensations far more arresting. The soft leather of Haldir�s leggings was smooth against his skin, a contrast to the bow-callused fingers that mapped his muscles and the rough tongue that followed. A hot mouth moved across his shoulder, sharp teeth testing the muscles gently, before slipping lower to lap and nip at his pebbled nipples. A gentle tug on the piercing ring drew a harsh groan from the prince�s chest, a sound unlike any he had ever made before, and he plunged both hands into the marchwarden�s silken mane, trying to draw the source of pleasure closer.
Haldir chuckled quietly, sliding up to press a light kiss to Legolas� lips before pulling away to quickly remove his own leggings and place the oil vial within reach. Urging the prince�s legs apart he settled between the spread thighs, a hiss escaping his lips as their arousals slipped and slid together.
His eyes fluttering, Legolas arched up against Haldir, trembling with the sharp jolts of pleasure that coursed through his body. He moaned in disappointment when the hard warmth shifted, then whimpered wordlessly as the hot mouth returned, sliding lower, a wicked tongue jabbing playfully at his navel before the swirling wetness descended to the tender skin at the base of his swollen shaft.
A howl that was surely heard in the Halls shattered the stillness as Haldir engulfed the hard column in one deft movement, his tongue tracing the throbbing vein as he swallowed repeatedly. Pulling away, lest he push the inexperienced youth too far, the marchwarden moved lower still, licking the tight sac fleetingly before turning his attention to the untried entrance, circling the tight muscle with his tongue.
Legolas panted, tears of frustration welling in his eyes as the delicious warmth left his straining arousal. Then he felt the brush of lips and tongue below and shuddered violently, his body tensing. After a moment he relaxed under the gentle swipes of Haldir�s tongue, fear giving way once more to burning need as the slick muscle pushed past the guarded entrance slightly, stretching and wetting the tight ring.
Haldir pulled away and quickly slicked his hand with oil, then moved to once more tease the prince�s weeping erection with his mouth as he pushed a finger carefully into the tight passage. Ignoring his own aching groin, he slowly added a second finger, scissoring and twisting, and then a third, widening the way as much as possible.
The unexpected burn was not quite wiped away by the warmth of the skillful mouth, and Legolas shifted restlessly. Then there was an aggressive twist and colors bloomed before his eyes as pleasure the likes of which he had never known flooded his senses, ripping a guttural groan from his chest and a litany of pleading murmurs from his lips.
Haldir slid up the arching body, his own breathing ragged and shallow with suppressed need. Pressing the prince�s knees up and back, he settled into the cradle of the young elf�s hips, his throbbing shaft brushing eagerly at the sweat-slick crease. "Wrap your legs around me, ernilen," he rasped hoarsely. Nipping sharply at one flushed ear, he whispered, "You are far too inviting for your own good, I fear."
Legolas obeyed, a flicker of fear cutting through the haze of lust that surrounded him. Then his vision was blocked by a curtain of silver and gold and Haldir�s mouth was on his, surprisingly gentle, as a hardness that seemed impossibly large nudged at his prepared entrance briefly before pushing through with one determined thrust.
The searing burn brought tears to Legolas� eyes and he whimpered into the kiss, his body tensing against the pain. Haldir�s lips brushed his eyelids, one had closing around the prince�s flagging erection. "I am sorry, pen neth," the marchwarden murmured, stroking the slick flesh back to full hardness. "But the worst is over. Look at me, Legolas."
Opening his eyes, the woodland prince met Haldir�s darkened gaze, heartened to find not scorn or impatience, but concern flickering amid the swirling green, brown and gold.
Haldir struggled to remain motionless, waiting for the spasms of entry to ease. "Relax, ernilen," he crooned, dropping a spattering of kisses on the furrowed brow. "Breathe slowly and relax." The near painful squeezing loosened as Legolas calmed, and Haldir started moving in slow, shallow thrusts, increasing the pace and force as the prince began to press up into the rhythmic movements.
Legolas nearly sobbed with relief at the first wave of pleasure, tightening his legs around his lover�s waist. As his muscles accepted the intrusion fully he bucked up to meet each downward stroke of Haldir�s hips, his inexperienced body trembling with a rapidly building climax.
The marchwarden tightened his grip on his lover�s arousal, stroking in counterpoint to the now erratic lunges of their hips, then Legolas stiffened suddenly, spilling over the pumping fist with a keening wail. Feeling the already snug channel tighten warningly, Haldir slammed forward, burying himself fully in the silken heat as the prince�s muscles began to contract violently. A moment later he was muffling a groan against Legolas� neck, his own seed flooding the limp body beneath him.
Afraid of crushing the younger elf, Haldir withdrew carefully and rolled to one side, pulling the prince into a warm embrace. Long minutes passed silently, broken only by the waning rasp of their breathing and the soft brush of the marchwarden�s hand over tousled golden hair.
At last Haldir roused himself, tipping the younger elf�s chin to study his face. "Are you well, pen neth?" he asked, searching the wide blue-green eyes intently.
"Aye," Legolas replied, feeling a bit awkward in the aftermath of this new experience. "I am."
Forcing back a grin at the prince�s sudden attack of shyness, Haldir pressed a soft kiss to one flushed cheek and sat up, retrieving both pairs of leggings. Standing to slip into his own, he offered Legolas a hand, grimacing sympathetically as the prince rose slowly and carefully pulled on his leggings, wincing as he raised each leg in turn.
"A good soak will do much to ease the pain, pen neth," the marchwarden said soothingly. "I daresay we can take your mind off the discomfort, at any rate."
Legolas arched one golden eyebrow suspiciously. "We can?"
"We can," Haldir affirmed with a grin, reaching over to pinch the prince�s unpierced nipple teasingly. "I believe, ernilen, that you and I have an appointment with a gold ring."

TBC...

Elvish translations:

híren � my lord

pen neth � young one

Taur-na-Fuin � Mirkwood (wood of nightshade)

Iauradar � grandfather

Ada, adar - Papa/Dad, father

ernilen � my prince
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