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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: Awww, I knew you’d come to like Haldir, he’s not so bad once we look past his arrogant usual self ;)

Enjoy the next chapter, it’s a long one! Full of twists and turns, of course!

Chapter 20: Conquest

The words left Haldir in a state of shock. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think to respond as he fell to his knees. All of his attempts had been in vain and if Legolas would return now… He couldn’t live through saying goodbye again. Not again.

Orophin rushed to his brother’s side, “Haldir! Haldir, what is wrong?”

Haldir hadn’t been doing well for a long time now and though he didn’t show it in his work Orophin had seen it.

He had been eating less, sleeping miserably.

Haldir would tell him he was fine, but he knew better than that, “I’m taking you to Lord Celeborn. Can’t keep beating yourself up like this”

Haldir had ample time to reply as Orophin all but dragged him along.

Lord Celeborn took but one look at the Marchwarden before he dismissed Orophin, “Is it Legolas, is he unwell again?”

Haldir shook his head with certainty, “Nay, ‘tis not that”

Annoyed with his Marchwarden’s evasiveness Lord Celeborn pressed on, “Then what is it?”

Haldir looked up at the lord, “He is coming back here, with Elladan, to try and make up his mind about who he desires to be with”

The Lord of Lothlorien looked down upon him, “Then you know what needs to be done. You must tell him you have no interest. You will do this or suffer the consequence if you don’t”

Haldir nodded and was already turning around to leave when the Lord commented, “You’ve made one mistake Haldir, defying me last time. Do not make me regret my forgiveness”

Though the Marchwarden paused for a moment he didn’t answer as he left the talan where Orophin was waiting, “I demand you tell me what is going on”

With a sigh Haldir nodded, “But not here”

In the privacy of his own talan Haldir related all that had happened between himself and Legolas, how they’d been attracted and both had been falling, after Lord Celeborn’s command to keep Legolas’ attentions away from Elladan until the Lord had decided that Legolas was somehow ‘fit’ for his Grandson after all and he commanded Haldir to stay away.

He related how he hadn’t been able, how he had made love to Legolas that one night and how, when Legolas attempted to kill himself, Haldir and lord Celeborn had discovered that their fëa had bound… their souls joined together, but still the Lord wanted him to keep his distance, to leave Legolas be and so he had… but now Legolas was returning with Elladan, to find out what his heart wanted most of all… and he had to reject him or risk losing everything he’d built in all those years. His work, his reputation, his home… everything.

Orophin embraced his brother, “You should’ve told me before. You know you cannot manage this, don’t you? If your fëa have bound… you cannot stop this. Separation kills you”

Haldir shook his head, “Legolas doesn’t know and I haven’t the heart to tell him… As long as he is unaware, I can handle it.”

Orophin shook his head, “Have you looked in the mirror at all lately? Brother you are fading. Legolas will surely see something is amiss, too”

The Marchwarden frowned then, “Then I must be sure not to be here to be seen then. Perhaps that is best.”

Orophin frowned at him, whacking his brother upside the head, “Will you stop this? You cannot let lord Celeborn determine who you love, who Legolas loves. The both of you deserve to pick your own source of affection, do you not? Legolas, does he not deserve to be with the one that makes him happiest?"

Haldir frowned, then nodded, “But he would not find it with me… I’m but a mere Marchwarden”

Orophin rolled his eyes, “Whom he loves, the best of the best. Whatever happened to your arrogance?”

The Rivendell party was already well on its way when they decided to set up camp. Legolas seemed particularly in a hurry… now that he was returning to see Haldir, he just didn’t seem to want to wait.

Elladan had convinced him of the necessity; with these creatures roaming around and targeting elves it just wasn’t safe to travel in the dark.

The Prince wasn’t sure how much saver he felt now, but decided not to care and accept that tomorrow they’d reach Lothlorien and he’d see Haldir.

In hindsight the prince thought he should’ve perhaps inquired whether Haldir was present within the woods, but the Marchwarden seldom left them and always returned within a fortnight.

He laid upon the grassy floor, staring up at the sky when Elladan laid down next to him and slowly brushed his fingers through the prince’s hair, “I was so scared you were lost to me, my sweet prince”

The two had avoided the subject altogether since it had happened and Legolas still wasn’t sure he wanted to discuss it. He didn’t know if he could without feeling that hurt and anger all over again.

Elladan pressed on nonetheless, “I never meant to make you feel…. I was just upset… You must know I never meant it”

Legolas nodded absently in acceptance before he whispered softly, “But what if something happens again? Will you accuse me of being a slut again? Will you tell me that perhaps the stories were right, again? I cannot change my past. I have been abused since I was but a young Elf, but I need no one to make me doubt myself through all that. I couldn’t help it. I don’t carry that responsibility and I will not be with someone who’ll suggest I do whenever I displease him.”

Elladan had grown silent at the words. The words were heavy ones to hear but Legolas thought they needed to be said nonetheless.

Haldir had never consciously hurt Legolas or made him doubt himself –well, not after Legolas was awarded his freedom in any case- whereas Elladan had said just the thing that hurt him most of all.

Elladan had doubted his innocence, had suggested Legolas was the slut everyone said he was.

The dark-haired Elf let out a quiet sigh, before he leaned in to claim the prince’s lips in a kiss so tender it spoke of absolute love before he drew back to look into Legolas’ eyes, “Jealousy is an ugly thing… and though I shouldn’t have felt it… By the Valar Legolas do you even know how beautiful you looked when I walked in? I knew… I knew deep in my heart you wouldn’t have done it, that the story wasn’t right… I was just blinded… by the idea of someone else looking upon you like that… so beautiful…”

A heavy blush coloured the prince’s cheeks at the words and though it didn’t ease the fear that such a thing might happen again, the words touched him so much that he couldn’t maintain his anger.

What was left of doubt and uncertainty was wiped away too as Elladan gently moved his arm behind the prince’s neck, brushing his hand through the prince’s hair before caressing the tips of his ears until Legolas released a quiet moan of contentment.

Elladan paused, drawing back, “I hold such desire for you, my sweet prince, always have… I never dared to start anything, afraid of hurting you, scaring you away… If you do not want me, if you do not want this, please tell me now so that I might be able to stop myself”

Legolas hesitated. A part of him desperately wanted to say yes, another part of him just didn’t know, “I… I can’t say I do not desire you, but I just don’t know if…”

Elladan nodded in silent understanding, “It is alright, I understand my sweet prince. Perhaps we should rest”

With that the dark-haired Elf was gone, leaving Legolas to feel miserable over it.

The prince stood and retreated to his tent, laying down.

There was that voice again /You are beautiful, poikaer/

Legolas pouted at the voice, /You keep saying that, but I have yet to believe it/

Haldir smiled at the words that echoed in his mind as he laid in his bed, /Imagine me there, prince of Mirkwood, let me show you/

A part of him felt invasive, knowing that though yes this was fantasy he was very much living it as much as the prince was… but Haldir couldn’t help himself now.

Legolas’ licked his lips as he imagined himself in Haldir’s talan, watching the Marchwarden as he lay already naked upon the bed, /Come to me, poikaer/ was the whispered urge and Legolas couldn’t resist as he imagined himself moving to the bed, before ridding himself of his clothes as he moved over Haldir, /I miss you Haldir…I wish you were here/

The image of Haldir smiled at him, claiming his lips in a breathtaking kiss that left the prince wanting more, /Then enjoy this, enjoy me/

Legolas crawled atop his imaginary lover, placing soft tentative kisses along the Marchwarden’s chest while working his way down. He was braver like this, being on top. He didn’t feel restricted, didn’t feel afraid and since this was just his imagination… Legolas didn’t mind being a bit bold with it.

Haldir gasped as Legolas put his mouth around him again. He’d done it last time, but Haldir had considered it a ‘spur of the moment’ ordeal.

/Ai Legolas, hannon le/ Legolas smiled around his length, suckling with a near wild abandon as Haldir moaned in pleasure.

/By the Valar Legolas/ the prince didn’t ease up, either.

He kept teasing Haldir’s length, suckling the head and lightly nibbling before taking it entirely, driving the Marchwarden mad with need and lust until with a loud cry he found release.

Haldir had been powerless to stop it, the climax came hard and sudden and he lay a panting mess on his bed, his hand covered in semen. Still as he closed his eyes he knew the prince of Mirkwood was only getting started and that thought alone had him swiftly erect again as Legolas stroked and teased his length, cleaning it entirely with his tongue before moving up to kiss Haldir’s lips with passion.

The prince’s normally light blue eyes had darkened with sheer lust /I need you in me, Haldir/

Haldir watched him with equal desire, /Let me prepare you/

What came next appeared to Legolas to be extreme torture. He had slipped two fingers into himself, scissoring his entrance while moaning softly while he thought of the Marchwarden teasing him.

Haldir was in no hurry; as Legolas had taunted him so he taunted the prince. It wasn’t until Legolas pleaded to feel the Marchwarden’s cock within him that Haldir let up, /Have it then/

It was their way, Legolas was always the one on top…. But tonight, Legolas shook his head /Take me…like this/

The prince moved to his hands and knees, causing Haldir’s lips to part in pure shock, /Are you sure melamin?/

A light nod was all the answer he was given. Had this been real, Legolas probably would never have suggested it, but in his fantasy… surely it wouldn’t hurt the way it had hurt with Maglor.

Haldir coated his length and ever so gently pressed into the Elf before him. Legolas was and always would be infinitely more beautiful when he wanted the sexual embrace, when he desired it and was in the throes of passion.

The Marchwarden soon started a slow, torturous pace that left Legolas wanting more as he whimpered softly, /More… more my love…. Please…more/

Ahhh, how could he refuse such a beautiful plea? Haldir increased his pace, harder and faster until Legolas was slamming himself back into the thrusts in wild abandon. /You grow more beautiful every day/

No answer came but a loud cry from the Elf that Legolas stifled by biting his hand as he recalled his whereabouts in the tent as he climaxed hard, trembling.

The clenching muscles around his cock were enough to send the Marchwarden over the edge again as he cried the prince’s name.

The fantasy wasn’t cut short as it had been last time as the both of them slumped to the bed, both panting hard /I love you, Legolas/

A light smile came from the prince /I love you too, Haldir./

The proud Marchwarden lay on his bed in defeat.

Orophin was right; they couldn’t ignore this. Haldir couldn’t ignore this and think it’d go away. With every day he felt a greater need to be reunited with the prince, to forsake duty and embrace passion of the heart and flesh.

But did he dare? What did he have to offer a prince? A mere Marchwarden, good at his job, nothing more?

A banished Marchwarden at that, if he pursued Legolas at all.

The fantasy ebbed away as the prince regained his senses and blushed at the mess he’d made.

Quickly he used his water bottle to clean himself up and dress, lest someone might walk in.

The fantasy had been so overwhelming he was surprised he’d been able to keep quiet and not further embarrass himself.

His mind, his fantasy, it told him he loved Haldir and now in the aftermath… He was quite convinced it was true.

He allowed reverie to claim him until morning when Elladan came to wake him up.

Elladan. The Half-Elf hadn’t even been part of his earlier thoughts, his fantasies were always with Haldir, wasn’t that enough evidence?

And yet Elladan was sweet, patient, he was willing to go to Lothlorien to get an answer regardless if that answer was to his advantage or not. He’d honoured the prince’s every request and had only dared steal a few kisses that Legolas had willingly allowed.

Elladan said he loved him and Legolas felt a semblance of that himself, however… there was Haldir. Haldir always in his thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies… and now, now he wanted…nay, he needed to be with him.

Elladan looked at the prince who seemed to grow more lively the closer they came to Lothlorien, the further they were from Rivendell. He had a bad feeling over this. The Marchwarden was charming, but he used that charm on many Elves in the past including Elladan’s twin brother, Elrohir.

Legolas deserved better than that, deserved more.

Time and time again he wanted to tell Legolas about the true face of Haldir, but he knew it would backfire if he tried. Legolas wouldn’t believe him.

He felt sad for the wake-up call the prince would soon receive, but Elladan considered it necessary.

As they mounted their horses, two of the guards slid up behind Legolas and Elladan falling into conversation about Caras Galadhon and the infamous Marchwardens, the eldest of the three brothers and his pursuits of the untouched, the innocents only to discard them without further care.

Sweet and caring until the moment he won them into their beds, only to shun them after, never to be acknowledged again.

The words didn’t miss their intended target, the prince, who grew more silent, more still as he considered the possibility the words were true /They must be right. Why else would Haldir want me? It must be to count as conquest/

The Marchwarden’s brow furrowed at the statement in his mind, a sudden and drastic change from the words of love earlier received /It is because you are beautiful. Because I love you./

No answer came and Legolas only felt more confused by the illusions of his own creation. Was he so desperate to believe Haldir was true to fabricate such lies for comfort?

Elladan touched the prince’s shoulder, gently, “I wouldn’t have had you know this…”

Legolas looked at him, visibly hurt, “They speak truth?” A nod as answer, “Why did you not tell me? Why did you let me believe that… that it… that he…”

Elladan leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the prince’s cheeks, “I had hoped your feelings for him would vanish on their own, in my favour… Had I told you… I do not believe you would have believed me, perhaps you would’ve thought me jealous”

Legolas frowned, looking down, unsure and hurting, “You should’ve told me”

Elladan nodded then, “I am sorry now that I didn’t. If ever you had to find out, I wish it had been through someone that holds your best interest at heart.”

But it was too late to turn back as they drew near the borders of Lothlorien.

Legolas’ heart sank. He should’ve trusted his own instinct. Haldir would never truly want to be with him. He didn’t even answer his letter, was that not proof enough?

Out of nowhere the Galadhrim appeared, led by Haldir but it was Orophin who spoke first, “Greetings, prince Legolas Thranduilion, lord Elladan.”

Legolas inclined his head in polite greeting, but kept his gaze averted, unsure.

Haldir watched the prince, stepping forward as he noticed his discomfort, but it was Elladan who dismounted his horse and blocked his path, “I do not believe he cares to see you right now, Marchwarden”

The words were spoken in insult, but Haldir wasn’t necessarily impressed.

His eyes sought those of the prince but as Legolas continued to evade him Haldir sighed, hanging his head before stepping back as Orophin resumed greeting their visitors, “We shall take you to Lord Celeborn”

TBC…
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