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The Long and Winding Road	By : kathmco Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I only seek to borrow from Tolkien's genius, and do not seek to profit from this writing in any way.

Chapter 4

Haldir, still carrying Calla slung over his shoulder, approached the borders of Mirkwood slowly, scanning the treetops for signs of the Mirkwood wardens he knew from experience would be there, watching.

"Will you please put me down, now?" Calla asked, smacking Haldir on the back with her hand.

"No, and stop hitting me. You are becoming annoying…I might be tempted to leave you as lunch for one of the spiders!" Haldir warned, his back smarting from the repeated whacks he had received from her on their trip down the mountain.

"Ha! I should be so lucky."

"Woman, I think you may need a reminder of how to behave yourself," Haldir said, giving her rump a good, hard smack.

"Ouch! Aregoingoing to through this again? I thought I already proved that twisted ears hurt more than spanked rears? Have you forgotten, or do you need a reminder?" Calla yelled, grabbing hold and giving Haldir's right ear a swift tug.

"Ow!" Haldir yelped, twisting his head away from her fingers. He suddenly froze, seeing a slight movement in the leaves of ee uee up ahead.

"Um, Haldir?" Calla whispered, tapping on his back, "There's a group of Elves behind you and they're all pointing arrows at us."

"I know…there are several ahead of us, too. These are the Mirkwood wardens, and I will warn you not to anger them as you do me…they will not be nearly as patient as I am."

"Haldir of Lothlorien, what business have you in Mirkwood," one of the wardens asked, stepping forward, but not lowering his bow.

"I seek rest, and a visit, Falaron," Haldir replied, smiling at the warden.

"Who is this you carry with you? Why does she not walk on her own? Is she injured?"

"Her name is Calla, and I am bringing her to Lorien at the request of My Lord and Lady," Haldir explained. "She was less than willing to come with me."

The other Elf snorted, lowering his bow, and indicating to the other Elves to do the same. "Leave it to you to kidnap someone, Haldir. Come on, dinner will be ready soon." The Elf turned and led the way deeper into the forest.

"So much for chivalry among Elves," Calla murmured.

"I warn you not to insult them…they will not take lightly to it," Haldir whispered.

"What can they do worse than what you've already done? Draw and quarter me?"

"Yes."

Calla fell silent, not sure whether to believe him or not. Tolkien had written that the Elves were a gentle people, but also that they were fierce warriors…she didn't want to find out if he had left out the part about them dismembering damsels in distress.

Haldir smiled to himself, wishing he had thought of this tactic about twenty miles back, when she had a death grip on his ear. He walked on, following the wardens into the depths of the forest.

The Mirkwood Elves led them to the mouth of a great cavern deep within the forest. Falaron turned to Haldir, eyeing Calla's shapely legs which were peeking out from under Haldir's cloak. Smiling, he ran a finger down the curve of her lower thigh to her calf, causing her to wiggle.

"Haldir…" she began threateningly.

"It isn't me…it's Falaron," Haldir replied, smiling to himself when she froze and clammed up immediately. He thought to himself that fear sometimes worked wonders on this woman's mouth.

"You will stay in the guehambhambers, Haldir. Will the woman be staying with you, or will she require her own chamber?"

"She will stay with me. I do not trust her to be on her own," Haldir replied.

Calla made a mental note to twist his ear completely off of his head the first time the opportunity arose.

"Go and make yourself comfortable. King Thranduil will no doubt wish to see you when he learns of your arrival," Falaron said, taking his leave.

"Thranduil? Really?" Calla murmured, as Haldir carried her toward the area of the cavern reserved for visitors.

"He'll want to see me…you will be tied to the bed."

"You are not tying me to anything, Haldir!"

"It could be most enjoyable…especially if there is a gag involved," Haldir laughed, then grimaced as his ear received a swift twist at her hands. "If you twist my ear one more time, I will tell Thranduil that you are a spy. The consequences will most definitely not be pleasant!" He growled, once again thumping her behind.

He reached the chamber that he knew from experience was reserved for guests of the King, opened the door and stepped inside. Flopping Calla onto the pallet, he dropped the bag of books beside it, and walked over to a table set with a bowl of fruit. Picking up an apple, he bit into it, watching Calla as she stood and stretched, and then began to explore the room.

She kept the cloak wrapped firarouaround her, but the room was very warm, and he wondered how long she would keep it on. He felt himself becoming aroused as he thought of the short, thin nightgown she wore beneath the cloak, and of the long legs, and full breasts underneath that.

He had no time to act on his impulse, for at that moment Falaron poked his head in the room and told Haldir that the King awaited him in the Great Hall.

Turning to Calla, Haldir warned her not to attempt to leave the room, since guards had been posted just outside the door, and would likely shoot first and ask questions later should she so much as poke a toe outside the door. He chuckled to himself at how gullible she was.

He left, closing the door behind him, and Calla quickly threw off the cloak. She had been sweating in it, but was not about to show Haldir anything she owned again. She knew from experience that she would not be able to ward off his advances for long.

Walking about the room, she plucked a few grapes and munched on them as she explored. The room's walls were gray stone, and hung with lovely tapestries. A large sleeping pallet lay near one corner, and a small dressing table stood near it which held a pitcher of water and a large bowl.. Another table - the one that held the fruit - and a chair were the only other pieces of furniture. She walked over to the dressing table, and, pouring some water into the large bowl, began to rid herself of dust of the road.

Hearing the door open and close, she spun around, expecting to find Haldir, but was shocked to see another Elf staring at her. She had thought Haldir was the most handsome creature she had ever seen, but this Elf was truly exquisite. He was every bit as tall as Haldir, and as broad shouldered, but there the resemblance ended. His hair was a soft, golden wheat color, and fell in waves well beyond his shoulders, braided in a different fashion than Haldir's had been. His features were finely sculptured, with high cheekbones, and wide spaced eyes of a blue that rivaled the sky. Lips that were full and sensuous were curved into a smile that made her legs weak. His chest strained the fabric of his silver tunic, and his leggings revealed a bulge that made her knees nearly buckle.

"I was looking for Haldir, but like who I found much better," he said in a voice like velvet. He approached her, and the look in his eyes made her quiver.

Helpless to move, captivated by those sapphire eyes, Calla watched as he moved to stand so close to her that she could feel his body heat on her skin. He reached up with one hand and gently pushed a strand of curls from her face, letting his fingers linger on the soft skin of her throat.

"What is your name, Milady?" he asked, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

"Calla," she managed to respond, frozen at his touch.

"I am Legolas," he said, "welcome to Mirkwood." He dipped his head, touching his lips to hers, sending an electric shock directly to her knees. They gave way, but he easily scooped her up and laid her gently on the pallet.

"Legolas?" she thought, "of the Fellowship? Oh, my God…" She was completely unable to move or speak as she watched him unhook and remove his tunic. Her eyes traveled over his well muscled chest and stomach, and she could actually feel herself begin to drool.

He lowered himself to the pallet, his lips claiming hers again in a fiery kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth, exploring. His slender fingers quickly drew her nightgown from her, and began to slide up and down her flesh leaving a trail of gooseflesh wherever they touched her skin.

Never breaking the searing kiss, she felt his hands leave her as they expertly untied the lacings of his breeches. He lifted his hips from the pallet and soon enough, she felt his tool poking her hip, hot and hard.

Her own hands wasted no time, her fingers wrapping themselves in the silky golden strands of his hair, pulling at him to deepen the kiss. Almost reluctantly, his lips left hers to begin nipping and sucking at the flesh of her throat as his hands kneaded the softness of her breasts. She moaned as he sucked warmth to the surface of her neck, before moving on to take a nipple between his teeth.

His hand led her own hand to find his erection, and she ran her fingers lightly up and down its length before wrapping around it, squeezing gently and causing him to groan softly into her breast. She began to pump it, feeling moisture dripping down, his breath coming faster.

Feeling his hand slide down her stomach, gently seeking entrance between her thighs, she opened her legs for him, eager to feel his touch. Feather light touches caused her to moan before he plunged his finger into her depths, making her back arch with pleasure. He slid his hands under her hips, raising her, and entered her with one fluid movement. Again and again he plunged his shaft into her, moving slowly, his moans blending with her own.

She heard the door open, turning her head to see Haldir watching them. He smiled, thinking to himself that, evidently, not even this ice queen could resist Legolas' charms. Watching as Legolas' firm buttocks pumped his thick tool in and out of her, Haldir felt his own member rise within his breeches. Seeing Calla watching him with a frightened look in her eyes, he realized that she thought he would be angry that she was lying with Legolas. Slowly, he began to rub the front of his breeches, trying to show her that he was aroused by what he was witnessing, not angry.

She sucked her breath in, eyes wide, as Haldir freed himself from his leggings, slowly stroking his erection. Legolas looked over toward him, and smiled. "Haldir," he said, his voice thick with desire, "join us."

Haldir dropped to his knees next to them, bending to first kiss Calla, his mouth hot and moist, then lifting his head and claiming the Prince's lips. One hand cupped the softness of Calla's breast, while the other felt the hard muscles of Legolas' back, trailing down to cup the Prince's rear as it continued to pump. Calla's hand found Haldir's hard, pulsing member, and began to stroke it, her breath coming faster.

Kissing and nibbling at Legolas' neck, Haldir caused the Prince to moan softly, meeting his eyes. Moving to position himself behind Legolas, Haldir reached between his legs and gripped the member that was sliding in and out of Calla's moist entry. Using her moisture, he slid his finger into Legolas' tight opening, eliciting another groan from the Prince, preparing him. Slowly, Haldir slid his rod between Legolas' smooth cheeks, probing gently at his opening until he felt Legolas was ready, then slipping his full length inside of the Prince. Moaning loudly as Legolas's muscles gripped him, the two Elves quickly found a rhythm that suited the both of them.

Calla wrapped her legs around Legolas' waist, and felt Haldir's hands running up and down her calves. She watched over Legolas' shoulder as Haldir pumped in and out of the Prince, causing Legolas to slam deeper into her. The pressure was unbearable, and the climax that ripped through her caused her shoulders to lift completely from the bed. Legolas smashed his mouth to hers, hungrily, as his own orgasm hit him in waves. Haldir moaned at as the Prince's muscles squeezed his shaft, and thrust wildly several more times as he spilled his seed. The three of them collapsed on the pallet in a tangle of arms and legs.

Haldir looked at Calla, and softly kissed her brow. She looked into his gray eyes, giving him a small smile.

"Well…Tolkien never wrote about that!" she whispered with a small laugh.

"I tried to tell you…why do you never believe me?"

Looking down at the head of the Prince of Mirkwood which lay on her belly, she stroked his golden hair, and tilted her head up to place a gentle kiss on Haldir's lips.

"I'll never doubt you again," she sighed, leaning her head against his chest and quickly falling asleep.
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