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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
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I seek only to borrow from Tolkien's genius, and do not seek to profit from this writing in any way.

Chapter 9

It was mid-afternoon of the following day that they bid farewell to Legolas. They paused at the split in the road, Haldir and Calla to follow the left fork toward Lorien, while Legolas needed to follow the right up into the Misty Mountains and Imaldris.

"Good journey to you, my friend," Haldir said, saluting Legolas by placing his fist over his heart and bowing from horseback.

Legolas mirrored his actions, wishing him also a safe passage to Lothlorien. Turning his sapphire eyes to Calla, he smiled, reaching over to touch her cheek. "I wish you more than a safe journey, Calla…I wish you happiness, and hope that our paths will soon cross again."

Tears threatened, as Calla reached up to hold his hand to her cheek for a moment, turning her head to softly kiss the palm of his hand. "I'm afraid I will be gone home before then, Legolas. I will never forget you."

Looking at the two of them for a moment longer, he turned his steed to the right, and began to make his way to Rivendell. Haldir clucked to his mount, which began to move ie ope opposite direction. Calla's eyes followed Legolas' back for as long as she could. She knew that what she had said was very true…she would never forget the Prince of Mirkwood.

"How much longer is it to Lothlorien, Haldir? My butt aches," Calla asked, shifting slightly in her seat.

"We are already approaching the borders…it will not be too much further. Once we reach the borders, we will stop for the night at one of the flets."

Calla looked with interest as Haldir expertly maneuvered his horse through the close set trees of the forest. Within moments of their entry, a group of ten or so archers approached, melting out of the brush where they had been watching unseen.

"Welcome home, March Warden!" said one silver haired Elf, smiling as he approached them. "Is this Tolkien? He looks much different than I remember!" The other wardens laughed, thoughing ing Calla with interest. Haldir smirked at the other Elf, the addressed the group of wardens.

"Tolkien is dead," Haldir informed his under-wardens, who looked at each other with grim faces at the news. "Lady Calla, I have the dubious honor of introducing you to my youngest brother, Rumil." Haldir said, gesturing toward the elf that had spoken. The other Elf bowed, never taking his eyes off Calla, a lascivious grin on his handsome face. "Rumil, this is the Lady Calla. She, er…graciously consented to accompany me back here to translate the writings of Tolkien."

"I am most pleased to meet you, Lady Calla. And I must admit, you are a much more pleasant sight than Tolkien ever was!" Rumil laughed. "I envy my brother for the time he has spent with you already. I think I have much catching up to do!" His eyes told Calla that he meant every word, as did the hand that he placed on her thigh.

Haldir felt Calla tense at the younger Elf's touch, and murmured softly into her ear, "Do not fear him…he is harmless. He will not force any attention on you if you do not wish it." Calla forced herself to relax, leaning back into Haldir's capable arms, finding a smile for his brother.

The group of Elves on foot each saluted Haldir, welcomed him home, greeted Calla with varying degrees of interest, ranging from mild curiosity to open lust, then melted back into the trees to resume their vigilant watch over the borders.

Rumil remained a moment longer; his eyes still locked on Calla's face. In Elvish, he addressed his brother. "Will you travel to the city tonight, Haldir? If not, the northwest flet is well stocked. We even brought out a small sampling of the vineyards. Is she as good as she looks to be?"

"Aye. We'll spend the night there, and continue on to meet with the Lord and Lady in the morning. As for how 'good' she is…do not make the mistake of forcing your attentions on her - she will likely twist your ear off," Haldir answered in his native tongue. Nodding at Rumil, and chuckling at the look of confusion on his face, Haldir turned his horse in the direction of the flet.

The trees became more and more massive the deeper they rode into the forest. Calla as enthralled by the beauty of the giant ornsorns - she reached out often to touch their silvery bark, and gazed upward at the golden canopy they provided.

"You were right, Haldir…this place is so beautiful! I can understand why you are so proud to live here."

Haldir smiled, saying nothing, but thinking that he would truly enjoy the look on her face when she saw Caras Galadhon, if she was so impressed by the surrounding forest.

He reined in his horse at the base of one of the tremendous trees. Looking far up into the branches, Calla could see a wooden platform that had been built there. Haldir dismounted, then reached for her, lifting her down. He held her, swiftly bringing his mouth to cover hers. "I have been waiting all day to do that," he whispered when he broke the kiss. "It is torture riding so close behind you."

Calla laughed, knowing full well how difficult the ride must have been for him, since she had felt his erection pressing against her back for hours. "I suppose you’re going to want to do something about that now that we've arrived at the flet…"

"Only if you desire me to," he replied softly, although hope shone in his eyes so brightly that she couldn't have refused, even if she had wanted to. Her response was to reach up and pull his head down to hers for another kiss.

Grinning, Haldir swiftly climbed the tree, leaving Calla to gasp at how he found handholds and toeholds in the seeming slick bark of the trunk. Wondering how he planned for her to get herself up to the flet, her answer came in the form of a lad ladder lowered from the platform above.

Swallowing hard, she gripped the ropes with her hands, sending a silent plea to whatever god watched over kidnapped translators in the Golden Wood of Lothlorien, and began slowly climbing up the swaying ladder.

As she finally neared the top, a hand appeared, grabbing her arm and hauling the rest of the way up onto the platform. She quicklyotedoted as far from the edge as she could, having no wish to see just how high up she had climbed.

"Please do not tell me that you fear heights!" Haldir asked, looking a bit concerned. "You will be spending most of your time high in the treetops here."

"Great. No, I wouldn't say I was afraid of heights, Haldir…I would say that I'm terrified of them."

Chuckling, he leaned forward, placing another kiss on her soft lips, gathering her in his arms. Wasting no time, his hands unlaced her dress, pulling it over her head. Leaving her sitting naked on the floor, he removed his own tunic and leggings. Her eyes, glued to his body, watched him as he fumbled inside a small cabinet, returning with a small water skin in his hands. Uncorking the skin, he took a long swallow of whatever it held, then held it out to her.

"This is a fine wine, Calla. We make it for the Midsummer's Festival - this is some of the last we will see of it until next year."

She took a sip of the wine, deciding that she liked its smooth, dry taste. Haldir re-corked the skin, placing it aside, and reached for Calla. The frustration he had felt all day, riding so close behind her, his member rubbing teasingly against her backside, showed itself as he hungrily devoured her.

Beginning with her mouth, his tongue and teeth tasted every inch of her flesh, working his way quickly down to her thighs. Spreading them with his hands, his tongue darted into her, eagerly lapping at her juices, causing her to moan and arch into him.

Before long, he was surprised when she pulled away from him, pushing him on to his back. She smiled at him, hovering over his organ, which twitched inches from her mouth in anticipation. Slowly, teasingly, she flicked her tongue over the head of his shaft, causing it to bob and Haldir to groan, his fingers scratching at the wooden floor.

Wrapping her fingers around him, she took him into her mouth, delighting in his taste. Her hands, alternately stoking the length of his organ and cupping the globes that hung just beneath it, elicited a gasp and shiver from the Elf. Once or twice her finger slipped back to tease at the tight opening between his clenching cheeks. That nearly sent him over the edge, and he swiftly flipped her onto her back, entering her. It took only moments for him to bring them both to ecstasy, their joined cries echoing through the forest.

They lay together for a long time, reveling in the closeness of each other. Sighing, ir rir reluctantly stood up, and brought out food from the same cupboard in which he had found the wine. Both ate heartily, and both soon found the solace of sleep, cuddled next to each other on the wooden planks of the flet.
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The Long and Winding Road