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Continuation: Fifteen Years in Lothlorien	By : Ertia Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 5034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not my garden, I just play in it. Ah, but isn't it full of such lovely
flowers to play with?

Soooooooo, ya wanna know what's up with our Haldir, eh? Sorry, more boring exposition.
OOPS! I've been informed courtesy our blessed Aislynn I didn't make something very very clear, and must remedy the situation post-haste!

Posted ASAP For Helen.
Fifteen Years

Chapter 28: Dawning
Legolas woke slowly, feeling the chill dawn air upon his face. The torches were out, and about him a few other Elves were rising into the morning air. The healers were gathering up their supplies and giving last instructions to the wounded who would not be returning directly.
He looked about but did not see the healer from the night before. Rising and stretching, he caught a glimpse of Seldayan, still in Warden green, coming towards him through the trees and smiled. "Good morn."
"Good morning, Sarnlass. How fares the wound?"
Legolas poked the bandage experimentally, then smiled. "Tender, but healing. It's hardly more than a scratch."

"Good to hear." Seldayan's eyes were bright, and he looked none the worse for wear. "I saw it happen, you know, but you were still beyond reach of my bow. I fear I had forgotten by the time we reached the pool last night."
"It was your arrow which slew the man I could not reach in time?"
"And several others." Seldayan shrugged, "I am helpless in close combat, as my father and cousins will attest to, but with a bow at range..."
Legolas looked down at his bloodied and torn tunic. "I still look a fright."
"We're under orders to return to the city with the healers. Lord Celeborn will return later this morning with the prisoners." Seldayan opened his bag and handed Legolas some Lembas, which he ate as they followed the healers.
Near the front of the column, two litters carried R�mil and Orophin, but when Legolas and Seldayan tried to draw near they were told that the brothers needed to be left undisturbed during the trials of the journey.
They fell to the back, becoming an impromptu tail guard.
"May I ask," Legolas began tentatively, "how long you have been a Courtesan?"
Seldayan smiled at the question. "I am in my fiftieth year in service, with another ten to go on my current contract. I think, after this contract is up, I might request The Exchange." His eyes traced the forest, "I love it here and could not have thought have leaving, but recent events make me wonder if we haven't lost understanding of what is happening in the rest of Arda."
"Do you mean the Men?" Legolas asked curiously, "Because from my experience, these men are unlike most. At least, unlike the ones that dwell near the Greenwood. We often trade and aid each other in time of need. I've undertaken negotiations with them..."
He paused, startled by what he had almost revealed, but Seldayan laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "None of us were born with a collar around our necks, Sarnlass. Do you know how many times I'll mention the Western Border Guard as me and mine?"
Now Legolas laughed, "And you've been fifty years? Then perhaps I shall never learn!"
"Oh, you learn, Sarnlass. In time."
They walked on in silence for a long moment, before Legolas drew himself to ask another of the nagging questions that had plagued him since coming to Lothlorien. "Seldayan, what has happened in Lothlorien? MarchWarden Haldir seems to have an abiding dislike for Courtesans, and yet, his own cousin wears the collar!"
Seldayan paused mid-stride, and his tone was protective, "Why? Do you seek to save him from himself?"

"Nay!" Legolas blinked, startled by the very idea, then slowly shook his head, "Nay. I merely seek to save myself from him! I fear I am on a precipice where the MarchWarden is concerned. I confess, I am at a loss and cannot seem to avoid trouble where he is concerned."
Seldayan reached out then and clamped a hand on Legolas' shoulder, his gaze softening. "Then I will tell you what I can, that you may not judge Haldir harshly or unjustly."
As they walked beneath the golden leaves, the dappled sunlight flickering amidst the greenery around them, Seldayan began to tell the story.
"Our mothers and his father were all slain together, long ago. They were captured by Yrch, and the result..." Seldayan turned a pale eye to Legolas, "It is still difficult to think on. Seeing Orophin so battered brought back that day too clearly to my mind.
When Legolas could only nod his sympathy, the loss of his own mother an acute ache, Seldayan continued. "Haldir swore then that he would defend this land with any resources at his disposal. When he was appointed Captain, and then, later, to MarchWarden, he proved again and again his determination, as well as his loyalty and skill."
"Haldir always was reserved. His greatest joy is in the satisfaction of well-ordered guardians, or perhaps in his brothers and myself, for we were oft inseperable. Haldir traveled far and wide, usually with Orophin, studying the defenses of Dwarf and Man alike, always learning new methods, new tricks, or new weaponry that could be adapted to Lothlorien's protection. "

"No other could have shown such dedication, lest it be Orophin, perhaps." Seldayan paused, casting a pained eye to the cluster of healers surrounding the litters of the injured brothers. "I do not believe Orophin would have been happy with command at all. In fact... ah, but I get ahead of the tale."
"Would you say my cousin is handsome?" Seldayan asked suddenly, and Legolas started to answer, and then stopped to consider his words.
"MarchWarden Haldir is quite handsome, but there is something in him that is cold, aloof." Legolas answered honestly. "While appealing to my eye, he does not appeal to my spirit."
"And that is how most see him." Seldayan answered. "He takes few lovers, and those he does take soon weary of his aloofness, of his dedication to duty before any relationship he may engage in. None likes to take second, or in Haldir's case, third or fourth, place. Lord, land, command and family must all come before any who might share his bed."
Legolas nodded. His own relationship with Epheral had often been strained by that very sequence of priorities. "That I can understand."
"So you must also be able to understand how someone like Verdean taking an interest in Haldir would have flattered him entirely." Seldayan paused and took a deep breath before continuing, his voice full of self-deprecation, "I should have been suspect from the start. For Verdean to not only show interest but to... Did you have opportunity to meet Verdean during the exchange?"
"I saw him for a moment, "Legolas remembered the self-possessed Elf bowing before his father. "A glimpse only."
"He is unusually beautiful." Seldayan sighed, "When Verdean listens, it is as though he admires each word you say. When he graces you with a touch, is as though you are the only being he has ever touched. He is the consummate courtesan, the ideal we all strive to be for any whom we serve. He was Galadriel's favorite, although I did not think her entirely vulnerable to his charms. He served here as head courtesan for nearly 87 years. It was he who trained me."
"He began gracing Haldir with his presence whenever he could, and Haldir enjoyed the attentions." Seldayan smiled darkly, "They seemed to truly enjoy each others company. Then, something seemed to change with Haldir."
"It was small things at first, inconsequential things. A missive to one of the border captains would go missing, or an order would not arrive in a timely manner. Easy enough to dismiss in another Elf, perhaps, but for Haldir it was unthinkable. Slowly, over the next year, incidents multiplied. A guard flet would be left unoccupied, although Haldir would insist that he had included it on the schedules, or a weapons alotment to one post would arrive at another. Haldir became increasingly distressed, often going to the trouble of delivering even minor messages by his own hand."
Seldayan's face darkened. "How we could have been so blind I do not know. Lord Celeborn began questioning Haldir's fitness for duty. Reviews could find nothing wrong in procedure, and yet, mistakes continued. Haldir was becoming frantic. None of the wardens dared breathe when he was near, and the smallest mistake would result in the most severe dressing down. It was difficult for all of us, but the strain on him was painful to observe."
"Lady Galadriel suggested Haldir take a few days to himself, and allow Captains a chance at group command. Haldir agreed, and Verdean joined him for a few days in the forest. It was while they were gone that the depth of the treachery was revealed."
Legolas stepped closer, the tale peaking his curiosity.
"You must understand that Haldir had the complete trust of the lord and lady. He had complete access to all parts of the city, including the treasuries. Some months prior, a great sum had been dedicated to the purpose of purchasing raw metals from the Dwarven kingdom. Haldir had been responsible for commissioning the materials, and the agreed sum was sent.
While Haldir and Verdean were away from the city, a missive arrived from the Dwarves asking for the payment for the materials they were preparing. When Lord Celeborn replied that it had been sent already, the Dwarves became incensed. They had received only the agreed percentage of the advance, and not the sum. There was no gold, and there was no steel to show for it."
"Haldir returned to Celeborn's full wrath. He could not account for the gold, nor could he prove that the order he had placed for the weapons had ever passed the border of Lothlorien. The whisper that surged through the city was that he was a thief. Lord Celeborn did not believe it, but the suspicion was verified by the evidences."
Seldayan sighed, blinking suddenly in the bright sunlight. "Lord Celeborn had no choice but to have Haldir removed from his duties and arrested. My cousin was distraught. Not since our parents deaths have I seen him weep. Nor have I seen one so proud so demeaned. He was brought to the gaol cells in mithril chains, like a true criminal."
"R�mil and Orophin stood steadfast by him, as did I. Celeborn offered Orophin temporary command and Oro looked him straight in the eye and said, 'If my brother is not fit to be March Warden, then no other ever shall be.' I admit, I cheered aloud, even though it meant suffering Celeborn's wrath myself."
"The betrayal of Haldir, that's what it was called." Seldayan's narrowed eyes scanned the trees, his voice dark with anger, "They named him Haldir the Betrayer. His talan was dismantled, his belongings taken. Because he had been responsible for the security not just of the city, but for the entire land, everything had to be changed, altered, gone over and re-secured. Secrets known only to Haldir and the Lord and Lady had to be destroyed."
"Galadriel didn't know what else to do. She could see into his heart, I'm certain, and knew of his innocence, but the safety of our lands was at stake. Our lady went to his cell and begged him to tell her everything, to open his mind and heart to her. I think he trusted her to aid him and did all he could, but he knew nothing that could exonerate him. Of course, he knew nothing of what he was being accused of either! I was with them, escorting Galadriel to the cells, as if Haldir might actually attempt to harm her," Now Seldayan gave a dismissive laugh, "As if I could have stopped him had he tried!"

"He begged her forgiveness, tried to explain that someone must have betrayed him. But to preserve the security of the city, Galadriel could only help him in one way. As I watched, she took his face into her hands and laid her forehead to his. I watched his eyes close. When he opened them again, it was as though the past years never existed. The MarchWarden was gone, his memory of that time erased utterly. Everything from the moment of his acceptance to the position, to the moment of his arrest was as though it had never been."
Legolas gasped in dismay, and Seldayan shook his head sadly, "It broke her heart to do it, Sarnlass. I held her for hours as she wept afterwards. But it was the only way to protect him. He was no longer a threat. She would have had to banish him, or keep him in that cell forever. Taking the secrets from him was the safest way."
"How was the treachery discovered?" Legolas asked before he could help himself, and Seldayan returned to the story reluctantly.
"When Haldir was arrested, Captain Sevilin was head of the city guard. He began taking more and more of Haldir's responsibilities, and since Orophin had refused the Wardenship, Celeborn had no choice but to allow it. Slowly, he gained more responsibility, and began to request consideration for the March Warden position."
"Lord Celeborn was reluctant. Sevilin was a decent captain, but he is not without flaw, and the Wardenship is a highly responsible position. It was at this time, also, that I realized that Verdean had not so much as visited Haldir since their return that awful day of Haldir's arrest. I asked him about it, but he told me that Haldir was a fool and that he would not have his reputation tied to a betrayer. A fool? Perhaps. A betrayer? Never. I told Verdean that he had spent enough time with Haldir to know he was innocent, but he refused to answer me."
"Lord Celeborn called for my father. He had served as MarchWarden for a time, and Celeborn deemed that he could become so again, although Adar protested. He had left that life behind him already, and no more desired to return to it than he desires to return to the Courtesanship. Somehow, our lord convinced him that it was for the best."
"Sevilin was incensed. He approached Santgalas about having usurped his rightful position, and petitioned Lord Celeborn to reconsider the decision. His behavior raised the suspicion of the Lady." Seldayan gave Legolas a sideways glance, his eyes mirthful and mischievous, "My dear Sarnlass, our Lady Galadriel, while kind and generous and loving, is also a force to be reckoned with when her anger is 'roused. It took almost two years for Sevilin's plan to come to fruition and less than two hours for Galadriel to uncover it."
Legolas stared at Seldayan, "This Captain Sevilin was responsible entirely?"
"He had help." Seldayan growled out. "Verdean had been on hand to distract Haldir, to cleverly insure that missives went astray, to plant the suggestions amongst the court that Haldir was incompetent, and to encourage the ambitions of younger wardens who could aid them."
"And Haldir? Once it was uncovered?" Legolas asked, for the first time understanding the depth of the pain the MarchWarden must have suffered.
Seldayan shook his head. "There was a ritual ceremony held to restore his memories. He was absolved utterly. But it has left it's mark upon him. He has become wary and sullen. He blames all courtesans now, and even questions my motives more often than not."
"I've considered ending my contract. 'Tis too difficult to have one I consider a brother think of me so."
Legolas was surprised, and stopped walking, turning to Seldayan, "You would do so?"
"Haldir himself counseled me against it." Seldayan shrugged, "I chose this path for a reason, and I've found I enjoy it immensely. Still, his distrust wounds me. Glad will be the day when time has eased his hurt."
Legolas glanced once again towards the knot of healers surrounding the litters. "I fear he will just discover all new ones."

They approached Caras Galadhron, and the gates parted for them. Passing into the beauty of the tree-top city, Legolas felt his shoulders relax, the care and concern of the Elves who dwelt there easing his mind and heart.
Illiene awaited them in the courtyard, her broken wrist still bound closely to her body, her face creased in worry. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and then she gave a short laugh, "Sel! 'Tis you! I thought you Warden Santgalas for a moment and wondered what our Sarnlass could possibly have done to warrant such an escort back!"
Seldayan glanced down at his garb and smiled with her, "Nay, Illy, Sarnlass is a hero this day, for it was he who retrieved Warden R�mil from imprisonment."
Legolas started to negate the statement, but Illiene held up her hand, worry once again lacing her bright eyes, "I see there is much to be told. But first, you must go straight to the baths. I'll fetch you proper clothes, and alert the lady to your return."
Her keen eyes caught a glimpse of Legolas' bandage through his torn tunic. "I'll send a healer to check that wound as well. It is not serious?"
When Legolas told her it was a mere scratch, already healing, she gave a sigh of relief, and pushed them towards the steps. "Go. The Lady is at her mirror. I think she is bespeaking the Lord of Imladris, but of what, I know not. She has barely spoken a word since you left."
Legolas and Seldayan exchanged a glance, both having seen Orophin's injuries. There was no question in their minds of why the Lady would contact the reknowned healer. They made their way to the baths and washed hastily, both lost in their own thoughts. Healer Lessena arrived with salve and a fresh bandage for Legolas' side, and he stood wrapped in towels as she bandaged the wound and instructed him on care. It was nothing he had not heard before, being no stranger to such injury, so he only half listened to her soothing voice as her gentle hands eased the remaining pain.
By the time they had dressed, there were the sounds of the army returning, and they hurriedly brushed out their hair, straightened their collars, and dashed down the steps to be in place when Lord Celeborn rode through the gates, leading the Guardians of the City.
At the head of the column Haldir marched, his armor battle stained, and his pale hair still dark with soot and ash. He held himself proudly, but his eyes were distant. It took only a glance to show that his dedication to duty was all that kept him from flying to his brothers' sides.
Lord Celeborn dismounted and came to the steps, nodding gravely to Sarnlass and Seldayan as he did so. Elves were assembling in the forecourt, pressing in as Haldir signaled the Wardens with a raised fist, and they formed ranks behind him. Lady Galadriel swept down the steps, her haste erasing none of her grace as she came her husband's side.
"We have driven back the invasion," Celeborn said slowly, as the voices around him quieted to silence. "We have taken prisoner those who we suspect responsible. " He glanced at Haldir and then away again, "Wardens Orophin and R�mil are seriously wounded by the hands of the enemy. When they have awoken, and are able to speak on their own behalf, trial will be held. "
The great lord took a slow deep breath and raised his head, "Many Hill-folk were slain in the battle, a battle that was not theirs, yet one they were somehow convinced to fight. I deeply regret their deaths, as we all should."
There was a soft murmur through the crowd, and then Lady Galadriel spoke, stepping forward. "Tonight, a feast shall be laid in the remembrance of our fallen enemies and in support of our injured comrades. Blessings to our Wardens for their valor in defending our homes!"
A cheer went up before Haldir turned to face the Wardens, speaking a few words of his own before blowing his horn to dismiss them. He came swiftly up the steps, bowing his head to the lady, but addressing Celeborn, "The prisoners have been taken to the cells and a guard placed. With your leave, I will see to my brothers."
Celeborn dropped a hand upon his shoulder, "Hannon le, Haldir. By all means, see to your family. Santgalas and the other Captains can see to the rest. If you have need of anything, you have only to ask."
As Haldir strode away, Celeborn turned around to find Illiene. "Illiene, please find Courtesan Feanol. Tell him that the Marchwarden will need bathing and clean clothes. See that he gets something to eat as well, for I know that he neither eaten nor rested."
Illiene nodded and hurried away, and Celeborn reached for Galadriel, who came willingly to his arms.
"Elrond is ready to ride to Orophin's aid should we need him." She said softly, "I am going to the healers now, to see what may be done. Have the prisoners spoken?"
"Nay. They are most defiant." Celeborn kissed her lightly and let her go, "See to Orophin and I will join you for the feast."
As she moved away, Celeborn took Legolas' arm on one side, and Seldayan's on the other. "Come, Courtesans. Let us take our ease while we may."
He led the way to his bedchamber and Seldayan darted around him to open the door. Assuredly, the older Courtesan took the lead, unbuckling Celeborn's jerkin and easing it from his shoulders. Legolas, at a loss, moved to the table, found goblets and wine and poured for all three.
"How fares your wound, Sarnlass?" Celeborn lightly touched his shoulder, even as Seldayan pressed a hairbrush into his hand and gestured to the Lord's fall of fine silver hair. Legolas kissed Celeborns fingers before placing the wine goblet between them and moving behind the lord to brush out his hair.
"It troubles me not, My Lord. The healers assure me it is healing well." Legolas let his fingers slip down the soft strands as he ran the brush through, feeling the tension in Celeborn's neck and shoulders ease under his caress. Seldayan had finished his work and Legolas stood back as the other courtesan aided Celeborn in removing his tunic, boots and trousers.
The Elf Lord lay back onto the bed, stretching his form against the soft mattress, and Seldayan turned and caught Legolas' eye with a slight grin. Even tired, and weary, their lord was a beautiful sight lying on the soft satins. "You first? Or shall I?"
"You have been away, " Legolas replied teasingly, going to the far side of the bed, "I believe you have first priority."
"Ah, but you are the hero of the day," Seldayan teased, stepping to the bedside himself, and leaning over to run his strong fine fingers down Celeborn's arm, "And I had a turn last night."
"Courtesans," And Celeborn's voice, while amused, was deep with need, "I assure you there is no need to take turns. Undress and come to me. Now."
In moments they were naked, laying in the light of the westering sun, one to each side of Celeborn. Legolas kissed Celeborn's cheek softly, and the lord turned his face and caught his lips in a tender kiss. A hand reached to the back of his neck, and petted gently, and Legolas realized that it was Seldayan's, encouraging the movement of his mouth upon that of the lord. He parted his lips and slipped his tongue into Celeborn's mouth, relishing the strength and assuredness of the response.
Hands moved against flesh, and Legolas broke the kiss to breathe, lowering his mouth to lick at the broad expanse of pale skin beneath him. There was a soft moan and he glanced up to see Seldayan kissing Celeborn, their mouths straining together. He hesitated in his movements, watching them. They moved with utter familiarity, each touch invited and responded to. Soft sighs escaped Seldayan's throat and his eyes closed as he, too, released their lord's mouth and slid down the smooth coverlet to take one pale nipple between his lips.
Legolas was fascinated. They were beautiful together. Only when Seldayan's hand left his neck and grabbed his hand, pressing it down Celeborn's body did he recall himself to his duty. Lord Celeborn was erect, and his thigh strained against Seldayan's leg. Slowly, teasingly, Legolas drew his fingers across the taught abdomen, feeling Celeborn's breath catch as he stroked lower and then away again.
He propped himself on his left arm, watching with growing arousal as he teased with his fingers, and watched Seldayan lose himself in the majesty and joy of his lovemaking. Celeborn moaned, tossing his head slightly, and Legolas kissed him again, abandoning his teasing to take the firm smooth flesh fully into his hand and stroke it gently. He felt lips against his hand and held still, flickering his tongue into Celeborn's mouth as he felt Seldayan's tongue flicker between his fingers, licking at the ever hardening flesh beneath.
Sliding his hand down to the base, he tilted it so that the tip rubbed across Seldayan's lips, and the courtesan kissed it reverently before opening his mouth to enclose it. Celeborn grasped the back of Legolas' head, pulling him into a hard, searching kiss and Legolas surrendered to it, his open eyes still observing Seldayan's sensual mouth as it circled, caressed and suckled the darkening flesh.
All too soon, Seldayan was drawing back, and moving back up Celeborn's body. "Which of us would you have, my lord?"
"Both." Celeborn murmured, looking into first Seldayan's eyes, and then Legolas', "I would have you before me, Seldayan, and Sarnlass inside me."
Legolas shivered at the idea of being buried once more inside the Elf Lord, a luxury he had not experienced since his first night in Lothlorien. In answer, Seldayan leaned up and stroked his face with the back of his hand. "I see that appeals to Sarnlass, as well. Will you prepare me for our lord, courtesan?"
Legolas would have prepared a warg at that moment, if it meant the opportunity to bury himself in that powerful body once more. "Aye, kneel up. Let him see."
He reached to the basket on the bedside, and opened a jar of oil, dipping his fingers into it as vanilla and apple blossom scented the air. Seldayan knelt facing away from him, his buttocks raised to afford Celeborn the best view. Celeborn's hand wrapped around his body, reaching between his legs and Legolas had to struggle to pay attention to his own actions as he gently reached between the muscular globes presented to him. Seldayan gave a little gasp, and Legolas hesitated, unsure whether it was his hand, or his Lords that caused the reaction. He found Seldayan's opening and stroked it gently, leaving to retrieve more oil and then returning again.
He found he had to kneel up himself, leaning across Celeborn's body to press two fingers into Seldayan slowly, feeling the warm flesh ripple and give way beneath them, enclosing them in sensual heat. Legolas steadied himself with his other hand on Seldayan's hip and Seldayan pressed back further, driving Legolas' fingers deeper. He was forced to draw back again for more oil, ignoring the whisper of protest from the bent courtesan.
A glance down showed Celeborn watching through hooded eyes, a smile upon his lips. "Deeper, Sarnlass."
Seldayan groaned, and Legolas knew Celeborn's hand was stroking him. As carefully as he could, he added a third finger, twisting slowly back and forth as the other courtesan writhed and shifted. The feel of the well oiled flesh embracing his fingers with each miniscule thrust of Celeborn's hand had Legolas gasping with arousal. "I think he is ready, my lord."
"Are you, Sel?" Celeborn's husky voice reverberated between them, "I would not rush this."
"Rush this, please, by all means, my lord!" Seldayan's gasp was punctuated by a hard thrust of his body back onto Legolas' hand, nearly encompassing it entirely. "
"Very well." Celeborn nodded to Legolas and he slowly withdrew his hand and reached to coat Celeborn's straining erection with oil as Seldayn stretched himself beside Celeborn, wriggling his naked backside against the curve of his hip.
Celeborn turned, spooning the taller, more slender Elf into the curve of his body. Legolas did not release his gentle grip until he had aligned the hard arrow of flesh against Seldayan's quivering entrance. Ever so slowly, Celeborn pulled Sarnlass back onto him until the head of his straining erection passed into the willing body before him. Then he stopped. "Prepare me, Sarnlass. I will hold here until you are ready."
Seldayan answered that proclamation with a loud groan, only to be soothed by Celeborn's teeth lightly grazing his shoulder, nipping at his neck, and finally, at his delicate ear.
Legolas forced his eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the full lips and even teeth against the delicate skin, and focused fully on the more tantalizing one of Celeborn's naked backside. The Lord's entrance was less accepting than Seldayan's and Legolas took his time teasing and tantalizing it before slipping a finger inside. There was a momentary tightening and then a relaxation and he added more oil and more fingers, pressing steadily deeper until he felt the small gland beneath his fingertips. Lightly, he brushed it and felt Celeborn shudder. Amused, he did it again, only to be reprimanded.
"If you continue to play like that, I'll not wait for you!" Celeborn ground out, and Sarnlass chuckled in response.
Legolas kissed the lord's neck in apology, gently withdrawing his fingers. He oiled himself as he slid down to cup his body against Celeborn's. Taking himself firmly in hand, he pressed close and felt Celeborn shift back onto him. Legolas found himself asking once more for consent, although he strained against the opening that flexed against his skin, "My lord?"
Celeborn did not answer in words, instead pressing back, pulling Seldayan with him so that he both was impaled and impaling simultaneously. Legolas heard an outcry fall from his lips as he was enclosed in smooth, undulating flesh.
Seldayan had also cried out. Afterward, there was no sound but for labored breathing as Legolas fought for control over his body. When he had found it, he rocked his hips, thrusting deep into Celeborn's body, hearing answering groans from his bed mates.
Legolas wrapped his arm around Celeborn's chest, burying his face in the rich fall of silver hair, giving in to the encompassing heat, the embracing warmth that held him in it's sway. The strong body before him relaxed into his embrace, giving him all control and Legolas felt a surge of heat and power, and responded to it with an almost animalistic strength, his thrusts full and hard.
Their coupling shifted, somehow, from light and teasing, to intense, almost frightening in it's power. Legolas could not have said what had changed, but he found himself driving again and again into Celeborn's body. Trembling, he tightened his grasp around the broad chest to pull the lord closer, hearing Seldayan's answering gasps and whimpers as he, too, was driven into, pulled back onto Celeborn's hard flesh.
The intensity built, and there was nothing about them except the hot rage of passion, and the vibrant need that echoed in each cry, each gasp, each sob that filled the air. It was fierce, untamed, exquisite in it's intensity.
There was a flash of bright arousal, and Legolas felt himself let go, the coiled tension in his body flooding into the strong willing flesh beneath him in rippling currents of dynamic intensity. Celeborn spasmed around him, and he was vaguely aware of Seldayan's cry of passion as he thrust back, trembling. The three bodies tensed, a hard knot of entwined flesh, shaking together in unison, and Legolas felt tears burn in his eyes as he collapsed back onto the bed.
Celeborn slowly shifted forward, releasing Legolas from his body as he gently slipped from Seldayan's. The three lay still for a long moment, then Celeborn rolled to his back once more, curling a body in each arm. His lips brushed Legolas' brow. He murmured softly to Legolas, then, "Dear Sarnlass, I do believe you are beginning to understand."
Legolas couldn't think, couldn't make sense of the statement. He raised his head to ask, but found himself instead deeply and gently kissed, tasting the Lord's mouth mingled with the flavor of Seldayan upon his lips. Then Celeborn released him. "Come, we must prepare for the feast this night, although I confess my heart is not in it."
Seldayan stroked a gentle hand over Celeborn's hair and his voice was anguished, "Mine as well, my lord. Yet drink and feast we shall, and not dwell in misery. Come, Sarnlass, help me get our lord to the baths."
Legolas stood and reached for his tunic, his body obeying his commands indolently, his mind still befuddled with the intensity of the passion they had shared.
ta da!

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Well, does everyone feel a little better now? I know I do!
Manitou; thank you again for everything, especially the frustration that led to this chapter being written so promptly.
Tuxedo Elf; Yes, Poor Oro. R�mil, too! Heh, yeah, I liked Battle Action Figure Celeborn, too. Actually, chapter 27 contains two of the first scenes ever written for this story, and it remains my second favorite chapter to date. Hope this one was at least almost as good!
Lioncourt; As I mentioned above, that battle scene was one of the first complete scenes written for this story. :) Glad you enjoyed it, too!
MarzBar; Your wish is my command! More story coming soon!
Gabby; Sarnlass with nothing to do for a few chapters just because pretty Seldayan is around? Not on your life! Our Celeborn is more than enough Elf for the both of them! Besides, with Illiene injured, they'll need all the help they can get. Oh and about the braid being a tip-off, what a clever idea! I wish I'd thought of that! Alas, I didn't.
And yes, there is rumor that "The Traditions of the Courtesans of Gondolin" by Toress, aka The Little Blue Book is being scribed for the masses. In fact, I really wish Toress would shut up about it. Do you know hard it is to write this story when he's muttering in my ear, "That's not how we did it in MY day. Back in Gondolin...." blah blah blah. ;)
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Continuation: Fifteen Years in Lothlorien