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Faer na Faer (Spirit to Spirit)	By : narcolinde Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3713 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings and I receive no profit in any form for this story. Main characters and settings originally created by JRR Tolkien. Just for fun, no money earned. OC's and story/composition are erobey's.

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The journey back was long and the elves were on foot, which is to say they travelled through the treetops along byways constructed amid the branches. This was not new to the elves of Lorien and the pace was thus regular and orderly. The two armies divided, Thranduil's warriors in the lead and Celeborn's archers behind, so that Legolas had no opportunity to renew his acquaintance with Haldir. Even had their been no division, he would not have managed it, for his brother kept him close beside him. From a distance, Haldir watched, noting that what Rumil had said was true. Gildin appeared to be berating his brother soundly and Sirion was equally abrasive, based on the facial expressions and gestures witnessed, for their voices did not travel to the March Warden's ears.

"What can this mean?" he asked Rumil, plodding along beside him.

"I haven't a clue, though I've attempted to draw Sirion out more than once, for he served beside Legolas on our scouting mission," answered Rumil. "Whatever he's done, Legolas has not been forgiven nor does it seem he will be soon."

The brothers could make nothing more of it and continued in silence. At length the entourage halted for daylight was fading and it was not advisable to continue in the dark, as the threat of spiders increased. The combined army reached an outpost, a large staging area established at the start of the campaign where a veritable village in the trees had been created for the comfort of the warriors. There were numerous talans and as many small clearings on the ground; suitable places to rest and recover.
Haldir departed to oversee assignment of fitting lodging for his warriors and once their disposition was assured, sought a place for himself to rest through the night. He found that he was weary in body and soul and wanted nothing more than to be done with this Mirkwood campaign and return to his beloved Mellyrn Taur. Rumil was probably right; he would not be able to win Legolas' heart for no doubt the prince was already promised to another. So it often was among the noble-born, though the elves of Mirkwood were not considered so lofty. Not only this, but Legolas was not Thranduil's heir, so mightn't he be less valuable as a mating partner? Haldir almost laughed aloud, realising the trend of his thoughts. In truth, it wouldn't matter if Legolas was the least renowned elf in all Arda; his beauty was sufficient to make him a worthy prize for anyone.

Haldir sighed as he walked upon the forest floor, willing the image of Legolas from his mind, glancing about as he passed. Everywhere, the Mirkwood warriors were collected in groups of two or three and it was plain enough their intent was to share more than the evening meal. There was a scandalous amount of naked skin on display and Haldir studiously avoided staring, minding the trail so as not to stumble into anyone's designated 'campsite'. It had been shocking enough to learn that the warriors of Mirkwood included both sexes and now he had to conclude that many of them were mated couples, or else lacked morals of any sort. He and Rumil had remarked on the behaviour upon discovering it during the first days of training with the Mirkwood elves, but then it had not been so pronounced. He guessed the increased avidity had to do with the recent battle, for exposure to such violence often inspired the First-born to seek comfort and release with a loved one.

He meant to concentrate on the outcome of the battle, reviewing the tactics employed to determine where the flaws had been and what had caused the venture to fail so miserably, but there was rather a lot of distracting noise arising from amid the sylvan soldiers. Sighs and moans and deep groans of pleasure, muted snatches of intimate exchanges truncated by passion, tender endearments voiced with loving fervour, the impact of flesh on flesh. It all made Haldir uncomfortable and he hurried, wishing he'd asked Rumil where they were to be situated before touring the section set aside for his archers. Visions of Legolas, naked, aroused, wantonly submissive beneath him, filled Haldir's thoughts.

"Haldir!"

The call came from above and the March Warden lifted his gaze into the branches, though his sight was inhibited by the dense foliage of the interlocking limbs. Quickly he scanned the heights and caught the movement of a hand motioning him forward. He smiled in great relief, for it was Rumil, and climbed up to the talan at once.

"Muindor, I am truly glad to see you," he said. "That was without doubt the most unsettling stroll through a forest I've ever taken. They're mating in the very paths!"

"Haldir, we've got company," Rumil warned, too late, of course, as his brother had already spoken the deprecating words.

"My people do not mate in public places," corrected an affronted voice and its owner stepped from around a small partition. Imagine Haldir's surprise to behold the golden elf, Legolas. "You may have erred and trampled across the boundaries set, for you are unused to such signs. Thus none will hold it against you for invading their privacy."

"Privacy?" Haldir scoffed. "I don't think that word can be applied to any of the activities taking place below." He saw the prince's brow contract in irritation and softened his tongue's edge, for he had no desire to alienate his guest. "Yet I misspeak, for it is true that I have no knowledge of the marks your people may use to designate an exclusive area. For that, I humbly apologise." To reinforce the notion, he bowed low from the waist.

Rumil's eyes rolled skyward and he shook his head. "We've saved you some stew if you're hungry and if you aren't then try to make Legolas eat for he refused. I will see you tomorrow at dawn."

"Where are you going?" demanded Haldir, suddenly uncertain about spending the evening alone with Legolas. His attraction was strong and while he longed to obey that pull, he had no wish to insult the elf or cause another misunderstanding. "Stay, Rumil."

"I am on duty, muindor, and go to stand first watch along the perimeter of the encampment. Legolas has last watch, so do not be stingy with the time you have." With that and an irreverent smirk, Rumil disappeared into the night.

Haldir eyed his guest speculatively, finding a distinctly disgruntled Wood Elf, arms crossed over his chest and face grim, watching him in turn.

"I thought you would not be averse to my company. I must have misunderstood; I regret placing you in such an intolerable position," said Legolas and he turned to go.

"Wait!" exhorted Haldir, bounding the two strides needed to place him in front of the Wood Elf. "I didn't mean to seem so cold. I would like you to stay."

"Yes?" asked Legolas, a sceptical note underscoring the word. "Yet perhaps the reason is not the same as that which drew me here. I suppose you will make me say it plainly and while I dislike such vulgarity…"

"Nay, I've no intent to make you do anything, Legolas, I…"

"…yet I will do so in the interest of avoiding further misunderstanding. It was my hope to spend this night with you engaged in just those intimate activities that had you so disconcerted on your stroll among the trees."

There, it was out in the open. Legolas braced himself for the inevitable rejection, meeting the March Warden's astounded stare with tense anticipation. Seconds sped by and still Haldir gaped, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar, for all the world as if he'd never had such an invitation before. Of course, Legolas knew the real reason for this frozen stupefaction probably wasn't far from that. Undoubtedly the suave Lorien warrior had received many offers, just not from males. Legolas sighed and his shoulders drooped as he exhibited a faint shrug.

"I will leave you, then, and beg you will not mention this to anyone, especially my brother or my guardian." He stepped behind the partition to retrieve his pack and weapons.

"Nay!" The motion jolted Haldir from his dumbfounded trance and again he leaped to place himself before Legolas. "I haven't given my answer; would you go before hearing it? That is a strange invitation in which the reply is assumed before the offer is made. I was only surprised, Legolas, to hear so bold a proposition."

"I wonder what that means," said Legolas, searching the elf's face keenly. "Tell me plainly if your interest in me is more than idle curiosity, for I thought you looked upon me with recognition and have gone to no small trouble evading my minders to seek you out."

"Recognition?" Haldir found the way the forest prince spoke strange, but as he considered the word he decided it was not a poor choice. He nodded, a smile spreading over his features as he reached out and touched the cheek of that angelic face. "Aye, that is well said. When first I spied you, I had no idea who you were, yet there was a definite sense of longing to know you fully." Legolas did not retreat from the caress and so Haldir let his fingers migrate down to rest upon the slender neck.

"And though you felt this need, you have refrained from expressing it," said Legolas. "Why? Is it forbidden to desire a male in Lothlorien? That is the way it is here and so I am alone. Somehow, I do not think you are often alone, Haldir."

There was an undercurrent of resentment and pain in the golden elf's voice that evoked in the March Warden an immediate jolt of sympathy and remorse. "I cannot imagine anyone so magnificent being forced to remain alone," he said softly, "yet neither can I deny my delight to be the one chosen to eradicate that loneliness. As for me, I have had lovers of both genders, for mutual desire is never frowned upon in Lothlorien."

"What of the rest? You will have me since the offer was made and sate your desire in so willing a vessel, is that it?" asked Legolas, cheeks flaming hot as he stepped back, suddenly ashamed to have been so imprudently audacious.

"Elbereth! Where do you find cause to judge me so harshly?" demanded Haldir, torn between anger over the slur and fear that he would lose his chance with this glorious creature. "Please set aside this inaccurate perception you have acquired and hear my words. I will gladly answer you and hopefully allay your concerns. First and foremost, I never assume the favour of company so splendid will be mine to claim. Come, let us sit down and speak of these things which have you so agitated."

It was only then that Haldir noticed the room behind the partition and in doing so his heart soared, for someone had taken pains to make the place not only comfortable but luxuriant and that someone could only be Legolas. The bedding laid upon the floor was thick and covered with rich furs for warmth. A basket had been turned over and served as a low table, bearing the repast mentioned by Rumil along with a flask of what surely would not be water. Around it were several cushions for seating. In the gathering darkness, the flame from a small lantern danced and cast its glittering light upon a collection of glass bottles and vials resting on the mattress. The March Warden led his skittish guest to the cushions and sat him down, pleased beyond words to meet no resistance to this action.

"If I have been rude, forgive me," said Legolas, his manner changed from belligerent to docile. He didn't want Haldir to send him away but he didn't want to be a one night conquest of which the Lorien elf would boast either. Truly, what he wanted was a permanent mate and while he knew this was unlikely to come to pass he couldn't dispel the dream from his heart. Even were such possible, the likelihood of that person being this elf was faint at best. Legolas resigned himself to this single night, hoping perhaps for an encore before they reached the stronghold.

"You have not been discourteous; there is nothing to forgive," assured Haldir, desperate to alleviate Legolas' misgivings. "I was surprised by your offer only because I never imagined you would make it to me. I am a captain of the guard while you are the son of a mighty King among elves."

"Ah, so now I am a haughty aristocrat who scorns those of lesser rank. And I suppose that if I had been any common archer then you would have acted on your feelings at once?" asked Legolas in derisive tones. He made to rise and was abruptly seized at the wrist and yanked back to the floor.

"You are impossible," announced Haldir. "It doesn't matter what your rank is, not to me, but you have to admit it poses some obstacles."

"Aye," Legolas replied quietly, looking away. "Others who feel as I do are left alone to make their lives as best they can and invariably find a mate, or more commonly, two: one female and one male. That is deemed acceptable. I am not free to do that for I represent my father's House."

"That is most unfair," said Haldir, rubbing Legolas' slumped shoulders in commiseration. "I did not know Mirkwood's customs were so rigid in this regard. So then, have you never had a lover?"

Legolas tossed his head and his eyes flashed. "Now you think I am some kind of desperate virgin hoping for his first encounter. Ai! Why did I choose you? Gildin was right to warn me."

"What? You are the most exasperating elf! Legolas, stop trying to read my mind. What did your brother say about me that has created this mistrust?" Haldir again had to take hold of Legolas' wrist and this time he decided to just hold on, sliding a little closer to secure a more certain grip. Legolas made no objection to this contact and Haldir smiled. "Well? Tell me what horrible crimes I've committed to make you so wary."

"Not crimes, Haldir, but indifference. It is said you don't believe in love or desire a permanent mate."

"And this bothers you because you have chosen me to become your soul's eternal counterpart?" Haldir was grinning hugely, more pleased than he could find words to express, but failed to comprehend the effect this would have on Legolas. This time the archer pulled free and jumped all the way to his feet.

"Now you would mock me!" he fumed, features contorted in combined anguish and outrage. "Yes! If you want to know the truth, fine! I came here knowing you would not care for more than this one night, knowing you had picked me out to share your bed, knowing you would not turn me down. If the needs of the heart can never be fulfilled then at least this body will satisfy the needs of the flesh!"

"Legolas, what are you saying? This is not how I view you at all." Haldir rose and took hold of Legolas, one hand on each forearm; the sylvan was trembling. The March Warden's heart went out to him and he wished more than anything he could simply hold Legolas in his arms for a time. "I did not, and still do not, deem myself deserving of such favours; they are gifts to be treasured not rights to be exercised. It is a wondrous gift you place before me and I am simply amazed to be the recipient."

"Oh!" Legolas had to smile for this was very pretty speech. "And will you accept this gift, Haldir?"

"I would be a fool to do otherwise but not because I want a partner for the night." He sat, drawing Legolas down with him again. "I find myself attracted to you, that's true enough, but there is a deeper sensation, something that sets my soul singing whenever you're near. I've never felt that before."

"No? I felt that too and wondered about it. I wanted to learn if you were experiencing the same thing." This time Legolas offered a genuine smile and settled comfortably on the cushion, crossing his legs.

"Then your guardian intervened and got your brother involved. I am curious, how did you escape Sirion's notice tonight?"

"I had help. Rumil truly had last watch and I the first. I begged him to switch with me and he agreed."

Haldir smiled and reached for the flask, making a mental note to thank his brother, and poured out a measure for both. The scent from the vintage was strong and he sipped it carefully, knowing the Wood Elves' reputation for producing fey wine of extraordinary character. He was pleased to learn this was not a false perception. The warmth of the potent concoction migrated through his body and he took a moment to examine the prize he was about to unwrap. Legolas sat in a rather provocative position, elbows resting upon his knees, making absolutely no effort to disguise the evidence of his interest in Haldir. Not even caring what consequences might be, the March Warden leaned forward and trailed his fingertips over the concealed erection.

The result was highly gratifying, for Legolas moaned wantonly and uncrossed his legs, opening them wide.

"Elbereth, I cannot believe this is happening. I thought it would be impossible to win you. Of all the elves here, how is it that I am the one you've chosen?"

"Valar, what cheek! Are you expecting a compliment, Haldir? Will I tell you that none of the warriors in Mirkwood can compare to you in virile strength and dauntless courage?" asked Legolas, unceremoniously removing his tunic as he spoke. His tone reverted to the morose, sarcastic one. "Perhaps that is the truth, though it might sound treasonous for me to say it. Yet the reason is as I said before: none in Mirkwood will have me. Or rather, those who would have me do so with scorn and disgust. Does the idea of filling me with your seed disgust you, Haldir? Nay, don't answer for it matters not." He had discarded his boots by then and was working on the ties to the leggings.

"Ai! The words you speak are terrible!" exclaimed Haldir, watching in fascination as the golden elf calmly stripped down before his eyes. "Have your lovers really been so cruel?"

"There has only been one," answered Legolas, shimmying out of the leggings and casting them away. He reached for his penis and stroked it, sighing and reclining on his elbow. "I would much prefer you do this."

Haldir willingly scooted next to the recumbent form, removing Legolas' hand and taking firm hold of the hot, hard penis, fisting the slender organ for the first time, mind reeling at how right it felt to do so, how neatly it fit the contours of his hand. He squeezed tight and pulled and it jumped in his clasp.

"Ai! Yes, Haldir!" Legolas cried in tremulous fervour.

The March Warden prevented further vocalisations by taking possession of the succulent lips. They were sweet and pliant and at the softest tap of his tongue opened like flowers to the sun. He explored the warm wet mouth with relish, tasting and sampling Legolas' unique flavour, coaxing him to join the oral dance, steadily pumping the prince's cock the while. He moaned, feeling fingers infiltrate his hair, combing through the lengthy strands, tangling in the braids, searching for his ears. When they were located, the tenderest, most speculative touches mapped their contours and Haldir could not suppress either a deep shudder of anticipation or the rapid escalation of his passion.

He reached for Legolas' ear and stroked the graceful ear-tip, again making the archer cry out softly, the sound muffled even more by their sealed mouths. Haldir gave an answering moan as his action was copied by the woodland archer. He broke the kiss and lapped at the flushed cartilage, then sat back to appreciate the incredible sight of Legolas naked and aroused in his hand. His heart lurched and every muscle in his groin contracted; the red tip of Legolas' cock poked above his knuckles, wet and slick, and he swept his thumb across it.

"Ah!" Legolas shouted, thrusting up into the contact, eyes wide as he met Haldir's triumphant gaze. "Haldir!" he called, voice trembling, lowering his gaze to see the March Warden's hand holding his rigid sex prisoner in its grip.

"Does your lover do this for you?" asked Haldir, bending down to lick the oozing slit.

"Yes!" gasped Legolas, pushing up from the floor but the tantalising sensation was already over. He groaned.

"And this, does he pleasure you thus?" whispered Haldir, leaning over the heaving chest to bite at the pink nipples rising and falling so temptingly, sucking one into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the hard, tight bud.

"Oh yes!" answered Legolas but as before the touch ended as quickly as it had come.

"Yet I wonder, does he do this for you?" inquired Haldir and this time bent his head over the aroused shaft, enveloping the velvety head with his lips, sucking daintily and swirling his tongue over the sensitive glans.

Legolas uttered a garbled shriek of delight and tried to thrust up into the torrid cavity, but Haldir held him firmly against the floor with one hand, working his cock with the other as the tongue laved and lapped at him unceasingly. One, two, three strokes the Lorien elf pumped him, Legolas resting a hand on the crown of moon-coloured hair to encourage him to take in more of the excited flesh, and just as his semen was about to explode, the worst happened. Haldir disengaged.

His mouth came away with a distinct pop and his fist retreated with a mighty pull from root to tip so that Legolas shouted, shuddering, and stared wide-eyed into the March Warden's face, but Haldir was not looking at him.

"Ai, Haldir why did you stop? Finish me, please," moaned Legolas, taking his wet erection in hand and pumping.

"Shhh!" hissed Haldir. "I thought I heard Rumil's warning call."

"Nay, he is safe, Haldir, please," Legolas panted. "Haldir, I need you."

That plaintive plea caught the March Warden's attention and he turned back just as Legolas' orgasm overtook him. There lay his golden elf completely undone: cock in hand, hips pivoting up for a final galvanising thrust that ended with a quick burst of seed. The vital fluid perfumed the air with its acrid scent as Legolas flopped back and exhaled a long moan, trembling.

"Have me at will," he growled softly, and opened his legs wide.

Haldir did not hesitate, quickly undoing his leggings and shoving them down around his hips, drawing forth his aching cock and positioning himself between the archer's knees, eager to get his penis inside the small red hole exposed for him. The blunt tip of his shaft was just sliding past the ring of guarding muscles when the worst happened.

"Haldir o Lorien! Make haste! Your brother is in need!" This urgent cry arose from somewhere amid the trees and Haldir froze, chest heaving, the head of his cock already in. He lifted anguished eyes to Legolas.

"Nay! It is not true!" insisted Legolas. "You can't stop now."

"Haldir, come quickly for there has been a spider attack on one of the sentinels!" another voice shouted.

The March Warden recognised this as belonging to one of his captains. He withdrew from Legolas without a word. In seconds he'd made himself decent and was hurrying away into the night.

Verily half the Lorien warriors and a third of the Mirkwood soldiers raced to the outer perimeter where the attack was supposedly occurring, yet when they arrived no one was more surprised by the uproar than Rumil. There had been no disturbance of any kind and he insisted he had not sent the alarm. A loud argument broke out as to who had issued the false report, with each realm's archer's blaming the others for the error. At last Gildin himself arrived and ordered his troops back to their rest. Haldir did the same for his warriors and the incident was over. The March Warden went straight to his talan but Legolas was no longer there. Haldir passed a miserable night, realising how close he'd come to claiming his golden elf and wondering if he would ever get another chance.

At dawn the next day, Legolas was nowhere to be seen. Rumil had already revealed to Haldir that a different elf had taken over the last watch. None of the Mirkwood warriors seemed disturbed by the younger prince's absence, since Sirion was gone, too, and everyone assumed he was on the wayward archer's trail. Gildin did not seem worried either and ordered the breaking of camp. By sunrise they were in motion. The entire day passed without sign or word of the missing elves.

The remainder of the journey was unbearable for Haldir. No matter who he questioned, no one had any idea what had become of Legolas. The March Warden, having discussed the situation with Rumil, concluded that he had hurt the golden elf seriously and he'd fled rather than face the humiliating outcome of the interrupted coupling. Rumil felt they should depart at once and return to Lothlorien before the incident could be reported to the King, a sentiment supported by the majority of the Lorien warriors. Haldir, however, refused to leave without some assurance that Legolas was well. The archer's deep melancholy had touched him and he truly feared Legolas might be suffering from grieving sickness. He wasn't sure that he wasn't under its influence either, for he endured an intense emptiness in his soul and a constant sorrow inundated his heart.

When another day had passed in this manner, Gildin finally informed him that Sirion had taken his unwilling charge back to the stronghold for disciplinary action. Haldir demanded to know what kind of discipline and for what offence, but was summarily told to mind his own business. The prince suggested in strong language that the Lothlorien warriors ought to return home without visiting the fortress, and this proposal Haldir rejected utterly. Indeed, he made it plain he would demand an audience with the King. Haldir was not only deeply worried about what had happened to Legolas, he wanted to approach Thranduil on the subject of bonding with his son.

It took four days to reach the fortress and during that time the March Warden came to suspect that there was some kind of conspiracy in effect, the purpose of which was to keep him away from Legolas. On the third day, he confronted Gildin, citing the examples Legolas had provided and charging that the false attack had been generated solely to get him out of the talan and prevent the two from becoming lovers. Gildin did not deny it; in fact, he admitted it and formally charged Haldir with lewd conduct, contributing to an immoral act, and the corruption of his younger brother. The punishment for that, he was warned, was a beating of fifty strokes with a willow cane, which he hoped to deliver personally. Instead of scaring him off, this threat made the March Warden even more determined to find Legolas and speak to the King.

The March Warden and his brother stood together in gloomy dismay watching the Mirkwood prince stalking away through the trees, his warriors collecting around him and addressing many a black and murderous look upon the Lorien captains as they passed. Last in the ranks came Galion and he paused before the visiting warriors, his features arranged in a sympathetic expression.

"It would have been better just to let it be," he said. "Gildin has had the raising of Legolas and takes this kind of thing very seriously. As long as you never admitted to the affair, the prince would have simply ignored the incident. Now he is honour bound to make you accountable."

"This is unbelievable!" huffed an exasperated Rumil. "Is Legolas a child? What of his accountability?"

"Oh, that was dealt with immediately and I assure you he has been punished. Gildin is very strict."

"Wait, I don't understand this at all," Haldir stated. "Legolas was punished for seeking me out? And why has his brother been made responsible for raising him? I had not heard that King Thranduil is ailing."

"Thranduil is fit enough," snapped Galion. "You ask too many questions, March Warden. I suggest you thank whatever Vala protects you, for you have not been taken into custody and you will be allowed to make your case before the governing council before a decision is made as to the consequences of your actions. Ernil Gildin is not unmindful that customs are different in Lothlorien."

With that King Thranduil's trusted seneschal joined his prince, leaving Rumil and Haldir more uneasy and perplexed than ever.

"Valar, Haldir! Why did you have to pick this blighted place to unlock your heart and this Mirkwood elf to give it to? Can you never do anything in an ordinary manner?" complained Rumil.

"Peace, Rumil. I certainly didn't plan it this way. If you think it best, take our troops and return home. I would rather you explain it to Lord Celeborn than to have him learn through rumours and gossip," mourned Haldir.

"Ai, alhand! (idiot)" fussed Rumil, draping an arm over his brother's shoulders. "Would I leave you at such a time? We will see it through, for perhaps we can think of a means to turn this situation to our advantage and secure for you your golden prince."

"Thank you, muindor," Haldir smiled grimly and ordered his warriors forward. "Though I doubt he'll have me now."

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