TITLE: Permission Given  
AUTHOR: Aeneus (aeneus111@hotmail.com)  
RATING: NC-17  
PAIRING: Frodo/Haldir  
SUMMARY: Movie-verse. Frodo has to pay a price to get the 
fellowship into Lothlorien.  
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first  
DISCLAIMER: All of these characters are Tolkien's, not 
mine. This is written purely for my own entertainment and 
hopefully that of others  
FEEDBACK: Highly appreciated  
WARNING: Consensual under duress  
NOTE: Wicked Haldir (just blame it on the ring)  
 
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He could feel Haldir's eyes upon him even before he looked 
up, singling him out.  
 
"You bring great evil with you."  
 
It was said with such accusation that Frodo had to look 
away in shame. He was dirty from the mines and tired from 
running. And now those cold words laid bare his guilt as 
well.  
 
It was his fault.  
 
Everything that had happened had happened for him. And all 
he did was carry this evil.  
 
"You can go no further."  
 
Frodo felt a shock ripple through the rest of the 
fellowship. Heads turned between him and the elf who had 
spoken, all in disbelieve that they were being refused when 
they had suffered so much to get here.  
 
Nobody was sure what to do now. Aragorn immediately pulled 
Haldir with him, leaving the rest by themselves. Boromir 
was obviously less then pleased, Gimli made it a mission to 
stare down every elf who dared to look his way, Legolas was 
comforting a distressed Merry and Pippin, so Frodo turned 
to Sam who only just managed give him a weak smile. Frodo 
understood this was not the time to look for comfort there. 
Sam still had his own grieving to do.  
 
Since it seemed they had to wait for the time being, Frodo 
finally sat down next to a tree and tried not think too 
much on what would happen to them. He could hear Aragorn 
arguing with Haldir in hushed elfish. By the gestures he 
could see Aragorn was getting frustrated. Haldir looked 
occasionally towards him. It was clear they were discussing 
him. He didn't like the look in the proud elf's eyes.  
 
Even with the distance between them it made him feel 
uneasy. There was curiosity laced with fear and something 
like lust in those eyes. Subconsciously Frodo laid his hand 
over the ring hanging under his shirt. He noticed Haldir 
track his movement and his eyes widen. The icy stare locked 
with his and the naked longing in those eyes made the 
hobbit's breath hitch.  
 
He felt exposed by the flash of evident desire that 
radiated from the elf for just a moment and then it 
disappeared when Haldir was drawn back into an argument 
with Aragorn. It had gone so fast Frodo wasn't even sure he 
had really seen it. He suddenly felt so weary, he could do 
nothing more then lean against the tree and wait.  
 
The hours passed and still there was no indication whether 
or not the elves would allow them refuge in their forest. 
Haldir had left them to confer with someone, but they were 
all still surrounded by a guard of the Galadhrim, standing 
unmoving with their long bow's close at hand.  
 
Frodo felt the growing unease about having to wait and do 
nothing around him. It made the loss of Gandalf all the 
more clear. The wizard would surely have convinced the 
Lothlorien elves to admit them. He keenly sensed Aragorn 
frustration at not being able to do the same. The others 
were all downcast, sitting by themselves or in pairs, 
fearful of what would happen to them.  
 
It was already dusk when Haldir finally returned. Everybody 
roused himself and Aragorn immediately stood up hopeful.  
 
"You will stay here tonight, but tomorrow you will leave."  
 
Frodo heard the murmurs around him as Haldir's words sank 
in. It was not the answer they had hoped for. The Galadhrim 
elves indicated they had to follow them up hidden ladders 
into the trees and slowly everybody gathered their stuff.  
 
Aragorn made a last attempt to get Haldir's attention, but 
the elf didn't seem to notice him anymore. Frodo could feel 
those eyes still following him when Aragorn's hand squeezed 
his shoulder.  
 
"It's okay Frodo, we'll be safe here tonight."  
 
"What about tomorrow?" Sam asked, tugging suspiciously at 
the ladder they were suppose to climb.  
 
"We'll see." Aragorn tried to sound unaffected, but Frodo 
heard the hidden worry.  
 
He waited till everyone had disappeared behind the leaves 
before stepping up the ladder himself. Only a few steps up, 
he was stopped by a hand on his waist.  
 
"I'm sorry about this. I'd hate you see you leave little 
hobbit."  
 
He looked back at the blond elf whose hand remained pressed 
against the small of his back.  
 
"I understand," he answered cautiously. "But I'm the 
Ringbearer, they shouldn't all have to suffer because of 
me."  
 
"That may be. But I got the impression from Aragorn that 
he, nor any of the others, would leave your side. He seemed 
quite devoted to you. So that means I would still have to 
grant you access as well. See, it all comes down to you."  
 
The hand moving slowly up and down along his back 
distracted him. He tried to turn away from it, but being 
halfway up the ladder didn't leave him much balance.  
 
"I see." Frodo said more to himself.  
 
The hand finally dropped away, leaving only a phantom 
sensation. "I'd hoped you would."  
 
Confused Frodo climbed on till he found himself on a small 
platform between the branches. Sam was already there, lying 
on his bedroll. Sheer exhaustion had caused his friend to 
fall asleep immediately. Somehow Frodo was glad of it. He 
knew Sam would otherwise have stayed awake until he himself 
had fallen asleep. And Frodo had too much on his mind to 
find sleep soon.  
 
He took a quick peek down through the opening in the 
platform and saw Haldir sitting motionless against the 
trunk of the tree, bow at the ready. He shivered and 
swiftly turned away. He hadn't liked the elf's hand 
touching him and hadn't like the tone in his voice either. 
It all seemed so twisted; the beauty of this place and the 
beauty of the elves, against the horror they had only just 
escaped and the thing around his neck.  
 
He feared Haldir wanted it. Or maybe the elf just wanted 
him. Maybe there was no difference anymore. It felt like 
the ring was turning him into a thing of corruption like 
itself, using its power of seduction through him.  
 
He felt his stomach turn with the thought of it. Someone 
who *wanted* him. He wasn't sure how to handle that. The 
desire coming from the smug elf felt nothing like the sweet 
devotion Sam gave him. It felt…unclean. But then, that's 
how Frodo felt himself as well. The tranquillity of 
Hobbiton felt like a million miles away.  
 
If only they could regain some of that peace here in 
Lothlorien. Even it wasn't allowed to him anymore, he would 
do anything to let the others, his friends, feel some calm 
for a while.  
 
Haldir had left no doubt to Frodo that he could influence 
the decision to receive the fellowship into the elf 
kingdom. He knew he had to go back to the elf before it was 
too late.  
 
With hobbit stealth Frodo crept back to the ladder and 
lowered himself down. Haldir ignored him until the hobbit 
dropped down almost right in front of him, although Frodo 
was sure it wasn't for lack of noticing him. The elf 
finally focused his eyes on him and gave a quick smile. He 
extended his hand to Frodo.  
 
He took the hand and didn't resist the pull toward the 
other man. He was close enough to feel Haldir's breath when 
he spoke.  
 
"I had a feeling you would come. Or maybe more a hope that 
you would."  
 
Frodo tried to steady his voice. This was likely the only 
chance he would get to convince the elf. "Why won't you let 
us enter?"  
 
"You need to ask?" Haldir responded with a tone of mock 
disbelief.  
 
Haldir was right, Frodo knew the answer to that already. He 
had said it before. It all came down to him. Haldir's face 
made no secret of the fact he alone could change their 
fate. Frodo forced himself to relax.  
 
"What can I do?"  
 
A glimpse of a smile returned to Haldir's face. "Before I 
can let you in…you have to let me in."  
 
The slender hand crawled along his arm to his neck and 
Frodo held himself still as the elf leaned forward and 
lightly ran his tongue along the side of his face. "Come 
with me," the voice breathed in his ear. Frodo only nodded, 
not wanting to actually say yes, but knowing Haldir felt 
his movement anyway. Apparently it was enough for the elf 
since he got up and silently began leading him away from 
the sleeping fellowship.  
 
They stopped somewhere in the forest. Haldir finally let go 
of his hand and took a step back to look him over. Frodo 
felt suddenly chilled as those eyes took their time to go 
over his body, but he forced himself to just stand there. 
Even though he had a strong suspicion what the elf wanted 
from him, he didn't have a clue on how to proceed or what 
exactly Haldir had in mind.  
 
Haldir's mouth was drawn tight. He seemed to be struggling 
with his internal emotions and Frodo couldn't help but to 
do some staring of his own. He couldn't deny that the elf 
was certainly beautiful. Although the sheer size of the elf 
was intimidating, Frodo had to admire the slender and we 
defined features. The slim waist and powerful legs, the 
broad shoulders of an archer, the delicate face framed with 
glowing blond hair, they all made him feel awkward and shy 
standing there in his dirty clothes and big feet.  
 
"Undress."  
 
The command sounded harsh through the clenched teeth. It 
startled him, like the elf had read his mind. It took Frodo 
a second to bring himself back to the reality he was in. He 
had to do this.  
 
Somewhat clumsily Frodo began taking off his coat and vest 
and let them fall to the ground beside him. He shrugged of 
his suspenders but finally hesitated with his hand on his 
breeches. Hobbits weren't normally shy about nudity. Frodo 
had seen all of his hobbit friends naked more times then he 
could remember. But now it didn't feel right to expose 
himself in front of the still fully clad elf. But when he 
looked up, Haldir still stared at him expectedly.  
 
Seeing that he couldn't just stand like this all night, 
Frodo gathered his resolve and undid his breeches and added 
them to the pile next to him.  
 
Now he stood naked in the soft night breeze except for his 
undershirt. He didn't want to take that off too. He knew 
what seeing it could do to people, he didn't want this to 
be about that. This was between him and Haldir, he thought 
hard.  
 
"Take the shirt off.'' Haldir finally said when Frodo made 
no move to go further.  
 
"No.'' Frodo replied deceptively calm.  
 
"…It's there, isn't it…''  
 
There was no question to what the elf referred to.  
 
Frodo tried to keep his voice just as calm, but he feared 
the elf could still hear his growing unease.  
 
"Yes."  
 
Haldir closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on 
something else. Frodo looked around, not sure what to do. 
He had the awful feeling that he was in over his head here. 
He suddenly wanted desperately to go back to his friends.  
 
But just as reached for his clothes, a large hand grabbed 
his wrist. Frodo froze, looking at the slender fingers that 
held his arm with the strength of a well-practised archer. 
He felt another hand slide over his hair towards his neck. 
Haldir's face came close to his own.  
 
"If you want to bring such a thing into this paradise, you 
better convince me."  
 
It took all of Frodo's resolve to let himself go lax in the 
powerful clasp. He concentrated on Sam and Merry and 
Pippin. They had gone through so much for his sake. He 
could do this for them.  
 
Haldir knelt beside him to level their faces. "Don't fight 
me."  
 
"I won't." Frodo whispered, knowing there was no way back 
now. Instinctively he shut his eyes as two moist lips 
touched down on his own dry ones. He didn't resist the 
tongue demanding entrench into his mouth and despite the 
circumstances the unwanted intimacy of the act made his 
body shiver.  
 
He was sure the elf must have felt it, because Haldir moved 
on to plunder his mouth as if to claim it forever. It 
wasn't that bad, Frodo attempted to convince himself. He 
tried to recall memories of others who had kissed him like 
this. But when Haldir's hands dipped under his shirt and 
began stroking along his back, he could no longer hide in 
fantasy.  
 
Those hands were forceful, though Frodo didn't think Haldir 
was consciously trying to hurt him. They pulled him closer, 
making him lose his balance and stumble against the tall 
elf. He wasn't really sure what to do with his own arms, so 
he just hung them loosely over the elf shoulders.  
 
He didn't want to give Haldir the impression he was 
fighting him, but he also didn't want to actively 
participate in this. Still a moan escaped his lips when 
Haldir's mouth locked on his neck and sucked the sensitive 
skin. It was oddly painful, but the cold wetness of 
Haldir's tongue was immediately soothing.  
 
Frodo allowed Haldir to bend forward and lay him down on 
the soft grassy ground. The elf shifted to move his knees 
in between Frodo's legs, giving him no choice but to spread 
them.  
 
Only then did the blond elf pause to lean back and look at 
him keenly.  
 
"Be good for me now."  
 
The words confused Frodo a little. Did Haldir want him to 
do something? But before the hobbit could think it over for 
long, his mind was torn away by the electric touch of 
Haldir's long fingers wrapping around his dormant sex and 
stroking it to life. Frodo had to suppress a gasp as he 
felt his cock quickly responding.  
 
He faintly heard the elf murmur unintelligible words of 
encouragement above him, while he squirmed under the 
skilful touch. He couldn't help himself moaning in 
anticipation as his body slowly climbed towards its 
release.  
 
His breath quickened and when he finally felt himself right 
on the edge, Haldir suddenly released him, leaving him cold 
and desperate for the return of contact.  
 
"Remember you answer only to me tonight," the elf hissed in 
his ear before replacing his hand and giving a few final 
rough strokes.  
 
Frodo almost stopped breathing altogether as his orgasm 
washed over him almost painfully. As he lay back gasping 
and gathering his senses, he dared a quick look at Haldir's 
face. The blond elf had a satisfied look in his eyes and 
was rubbing some of Frodo's spilled seed between his 
fingers. For a second Frodo's brain refused to understand 
what the elf was doing, but then the slicked fingers moved 
down under him and pushed against his opening and before he 
could voice a protest one finger had already slipped inside 
him.  
 
Frodo was too shocked by the sudden invasion to react at 
all. Only when shortly after a second finger pushed inside 
him, did he come back to what was happening.  
 
"No…Stop…"  
 
The words came out gasping and feeble. Frodo swallowed and 
repeated the words more forcefully while he tried to move 
back over the ground, away from those fingers. He was 
stopped by Haldir's other hand gripping his hip firmly and 
securing it to the ground.  
 
"No turning back now, little one. You will do this for me," 
the elf spoke as he twisted his fingers a little bit 
deeper.  
 
Frodo bit his lip and tried to control himself. Maybe after 
all he had consented to already, he could take this too. 
And in spite of the uncomfortable sensation, his body 
seemed to be already adjusting to the fingers moving inside 
him.  
 
He lay back and closed his eyes. Somehow the darkness made 
him feel a little less exposed. Slowly the feeling of 
Haldir's continued movements reduced itself to a dull ache. 
Still he was relieved when Haldir seemed satisfied and 
withdrew from him.  
 
Frodo didn't move yet, believing somehow that when he 
opened his eyes the humiliation of what he had just allowed 
would suddenly become real.  
 
"Look at me," the familiar voice ordered.  
 
Frodo took a last shaky breath and then obediently opened 
his eyes, hoping this was the end of it. Instead the sight 
before him momentarily stunned him.  
 
Haldir had untied his own leggings and was now stroking the 
last of Frodo's almost dried seed over his hardening 
elfhood. Frodo's eyes were transfixed. He had never seen an 
erect member like that.  
 
Two hands now dug into his sides and lifted him up. Haldir 
moved forward a bit, automatically forcing Frodo's legs 
wider apart. Soon he felt the presence of Haldir's cock 
notch the opening where his fingers had just left and inch 
forward unmistakably.  
 
All his muscles instinctively tightened at the posing 
threat. Surely this would not be possible. The elf was too 
big, Haldir had to realize that. But the pressure didn't go 
away, instead it only steadily increased. The hobbit wanted 
to cry out, but Haldir covered his mouth with his hand 
before he could utter the sounds.  
 
Tears were forming in his eyes, until the pressure finally 
became so great he could feel his muscles give way and the 
head of Haldir's erection pushed into him.  
 
His whole body trembled with the initial pain. His flesh 
stretched beyond capacity to give way to that solid elfish 
sex moving relentlessly further and further. Finally Haldir 
was all the way inside him and held himself panting above 
him. Then almost as slowly had he had pushed in, he pulled 
himself out again.  
 
Frodo felt himself shaking as Haldir's cock scraped inside 
him and tried to force himself to relax, hoping that would 
somehow ease the pain. It gave him no time to prepare when 
Haldir suddenly came down fast again.  
 
The hand clenching down harder over face stopped his 
involuntary cries. Immediately the elf began pumping 
rapidly inside of him. New sensations flooded his brain 
every time the elf rocked into him; pain from the constant 
invasion, distant pleasure as buried nerves where 
ruthlessly stimulated, but most of all shame that he was 
allowing this in the first place. It was like Haldir had 
lost all sight of him and was focused only on driving his 
member deeper into his body.  
 
Soon the movements became more and more erratic until 
finally Haldir gave one last violent thrust before holding 
still inside of him. Frodo was too afraid to do anything as 
the elf was frozen above him. At last Haldir removed his 
hand from the hobbit's mouth and slowly pulled out of him.  
 
He could feel wetness drip from his throbbing entrance as 
he pushed himself up. He didn't want to look at Haldir 
while he gathered his clothes and tried to pull them on as 
fast as his soreness permitted. He was dirty and sticky all 
over and he couldn't stop himself trembling.  
 
Haldir's voice sounded softer and smoother when he finally 
stood up and realized Frodo was still there.  
 
"You were very pleasing, little hobbit."  
 
All Frodo wanted was to get away from the elf, but he had 
to ask. He had to know if it had been worth it.  
 
"You will let us in?"  
 
"Go back to sleep before someone misses you."  
 
It was all Haldir said before he turned away and 
disappeared between the trees, leaving Frodo by himself. 
The hobbit felt exhausted. He wanted to wash himself, but 
he didn't dare wander off by himself. So he finished 
straightening his clothes and slowly made his way back to 
his sleeping friends.  
 
When he came to his tree, Haldir was nowhere in sight. Even 
though he couldn't see them, Frodo knew Galadhrim elves 
where hidden all along the forest. Self-conscious of his 
pained movements, Frodo slowly climbed back up the ladder 
to the platform where Sam was still sleeping peacefully.  
 
He lay down wide-awake, his mind reliving every touch and 
his body reliving every sensation of what Haldir had done 
with him. And even his complete exhaustion couldn't compete 
with the anxiety that it might have been for nothing.  
 
He was still twisting and turning when the sky began to 
brighten and Sam awoke next to him. Frodo was suddenly so 
terrified Sam would sense what he had done, that he quickly 
got up and disappeared down the ladder before his friend 
could even say 'good morning'.  
 
Down on the ground, Frodo saw only Legolas already awake. 
He didn't know whether it was only sleep-deprived paranoia, 
but when the elf came over to greet him he swore he saw a 
flash of shock and a sudden hesitation in the elf's 
movements. Instantly the hobbit turned away, avoiding 
having to speak to his friend. Soon the other members of 
the fellowship began to emerge from their respective trees. 
Now that they were faced with uncertainty again, tension 
was rapidly rising. Frodo hoped it would make his own 
unease stand out less.  
 
As soon as everyone was on the ground, Haldir appeared. 
Aragorn was already worked up to confront him again, but 
the Galadhrim leader gestured him to be silent.  
 
Frodo felt the eyes again, just like he had done yesterday. 
He knew he had to look up. He had to see if Haldir would 
even acknowledge what he had done that night.  
 
The stark blue eyes were fixed on him when he spoke.  
 
"Follow me."  
 
He turned around before anyone could respond and began 
making his way into the forest without another backwards 
glance. The other elves made clear they should go after 
him.  
 
Frodo felt Sam's arm around his shoulder. "I knew they 
wouldn't turn us away," his best friend said while he 
handed Frodo's pack to him. "It's gonna be okay, master 
Frodo."  
 
He silently accepted his pack and followed the rest. He 
sure hoped it would. He hoped it was worth it.  
 
END  
 
July 2003