The old ways

Legolas thought about their journey, the perils and this gruesome dark place. Since Moria, his fear of dark caves had altered a little, and now that Gimli was walking alongside him he felt far more relaxed. In the beginning he had studied his surrounding as far as it was possible, but even though his elven eyes were better than that of man he could only see for a few meters. All his eyes encountered were rough walls, scattered bones and puddles of slick and old, foul water. There was a moment where the group of men and elves had stopped and had waited for further instructions from Aragorn. Legolas and Gimli who still walked at the end waited patiently. Directly in front of the elf was a large puddle of unmoving water and as the elf gazed at it, he could see his own reflection. Slightly blurred and mysteriously glowing in the dark.


Now as his mind had taken its own route it came back to that particular image. His own reflection, looking back at him. But there was something else. Something moving.

It had been late and he had not been expected to return to their home at that night. Their rooms were faintly lit by only a few candles that gave the smooth stone walls an eerie glow. It had been an uneventful day and his border duty had ended earlier than expected. While he was shedding his clothes he looked back at the full length mirror in front of him. His pale body glowed and thrummed with need. He had been away for nearly a whole week and couldn't wait to join his beloved again. Hopefullyy coy could serve at the borders together once they were properly bonded, but they had to wait a few years before that would actually come to pass. He had spoken to his father, but Thranduil had only shook is head and told him to be patient. Everything was being prepared and as soon as it was ready they would be bonded. Still they were already waiting for over three hundred years. At least they were living together and had their own private quarters which were very luxurious.

While he was contemplating about their lives together here in Mirkwood his eyes were drawn back to the mirror. The dark wooden door leading to their sleeping room was slightly ajar, and while he looked into the mirror he could see part of their bedroom and a part of their large bed.

It was there where he saw the movements. Slow, languid movements. Pale, slender but muscular legs, slightly parted. He could make out a part of the taunt stomach, as well as the growing erection at the juncture of the thighs. A long fingered hand loosely moved up and down the shaft, not really applying any pressure, just teasing. Legolas breath got caught in his throat as he watched Haldir pleasure himself. Was he that desperate, was he thinking of him? When a low moan penetrated the darkness, Legolas sighed softly. He wished that he could just step into that other room and join his love, but something held him back. Maybe it was curiosity, or mainly the excitement of watching, knowing the other one had no idea. In the mirror he saw his own arousal standing hard against his skin. Involuntarily one hand slid down to touch it, while all the time his eyes were fixed on Haldir’s hand moving now with more demanding strokes on the hot flesh.

Without noticing it a low moan escaped Legolas’ lips. Suddenly Haldir sat ud lod looked right at him. Legolas was still staring into the mirror unable to move. Haldir’s eyes glittered in the darkness and he smiled. Laying one finger against his lips signalling Legolas not to speak. Haldir kept on stroking himself more firmly, carefully watching his lover through the reflection of the mirror.

He slowly rose off the bed, his hand never leaving his erection. Legolas stayed rooted to the spot, not being able to take his eyes off Haldir. When Haldir had reached him and stood directly behind him, Legolas wanted to turn around and to touch him, but Haldir stopped his movements and shook his head. He moved to Legolas' side and laid a hand on his shoulder, gently pressing down.