Title:	Enslaved by Your Desire (1-2) 
Author:	Lorien@ofir.dk 
Pairings:	Haldir/Aragorn/Legolas 
Rating: 	NC17
Summary: 	To keep Aragorn’s hands off the ladies in Minas 
Tirith, Celeborn gifts him with a body slave, 
not knowing that he was manipulated into doing 
just that by Legolas and Aragorn who, oh so 
very much, look forward to training and 
claiming their pet, who has so many new facts 
of life to learn. Some of them quite nice. 
Disclaimer:	Did not invent them, think of them, or have any 
claim to them. They are wholly owned by 
Tolkien. I only play with them. Ok, ok, I’ll 
also put them back again when I’m done with 
them.
Warning:	Non con sex (Well it’s a slave-fic, duh!). 
BDSM, Oh yeah! You’d	better believe it.
Authors Note:I am actually working on another story, but 
this bunny kept jumping into my head, so I 
figured I’d better cook it. 
Feedback? Yes please. Just don’t call me Haldir 
obsessed. I hate people who state the obvious!  
Archive: If you want it, you can have it, just 
let me know where.
Beta read by Caz. And thank you so much for 
that – it was brilliant – I love it when 
someone can make *me* blush! Any remaining 
mistakes are solely my responsibility.  
 

[Minas Tirith, very, very late at night] 

Maybe this was not such a good idea after all, Aragorn 
thought with mounting panic as Haldir moved frantically on 
top of him. He felt the elf grinding his member into his 
thigh, breathing heavily in his ear while devouring his 
earlobe and neck, mumbling feverishly. He was not letting 
Aragorn move an inch, proving once and for all just how 
much stronger than the king the guardian was.
 
This is certainly not how Aragorn had imagined it the day 
he talked to Legolas about his fantasy, on one of his rare 
visits to Ithilien.

~~~ 

Ithilien, 4th age, 2 months earlier. 

They were sharing a late lunch by the river, and chatting 
amiably, when Legolas, bluntly as always, asked Aragorn how 
his sex life was.  

Aragorn muttered, “Umm, fine…” without major enthusiasm. 

Legolas laughed. “Oh, come now, mellon, you used to show 
more fervour than that! Have you soured on your fair wife?”  

”No, not as such… ” Aragorn was wavering. “It’s just… Well, 
you know after a while, it gets a little boring.”  

“So take a mistress,” Legolas said nonchalantly. “Is that 
not what kings do?” 

“Sure, they do,” Aragorn laughed, “but there’s none that 
holds my fancy in Minas Tirith. They are all so… refined. 
Yet, none of them as sophisticated as Arwen is. I can not 
see the point. Nor would I appreciate half-breeds 
challenging my legitimate heirs after my death. That is not 
the legacy I wish to leave Gondor.” 

”Then take a male lover, or get a body slave,” Legolas 
suggested, and tried not to notice the deep blush on 
Aragorn.  

Aragorn stared at him for a while, then looked deeply into 
his wine glass. ”Are you…,” Aragorn started, but was 
interrupted by a coughing fit, or so it would seem. He 
cleared his throat, swallowed a mouthful of wine, and tried 
again. “Areyouofferingyourself?” he muttered very quietly, 
but sharp elven ears picked it up never the less.  

“What? You want me? As a lover or as a slave? Huh, mellon?” 
Legolas asked with a broad smile, clearly having more fun 
here than Aragorn was.  

Aragorn now sported a facial colour vaguely resembling beet 
red. He had had a very secret desire about elves for many 
years, and Legolas had inadvertently blundered right into 
it. He moved stiffly, realising he was hard, simply from 
this talk and the thoughts it brought to mind. He looked 
down at the ground and answered, barely audibly, “As a 
slave. My body slave.” He shivered as he spoke those words, 
and closed his eyes to regain his focus, and get control of 
his breathing again. 

Legolas looked thoughtfully at him, remained quiet for a 
long time, then spoke. “Oh gwador, I am sorry. I did not 
know you had these feelings and desires.” Legolas leant 
forward and put a hand on Aragorns knee. “I was only 
jesting, but it seems I awoke a fire in you I didn’t know 
was there. Just how… serious is this, hmm… desire, and how 
much has to do with me?” 

Aragorn emptied his wineglass and refilled it. “If we are 
going to talk about such a delicate subject I need a lot of 
wine in me,” he confessed. 

“Then I shall join you glass for glass, mellon,” Legolas 
replied. 

They drank heavily in silence for a while, and Aragorn 
started to relax again. Legolas had sent a servant back for 
more wine, and while he opened one of the wine skins, 
pouring for both of them, and then raised the subject once 
more

“So, what facts do we have?” he started, trying to sound 
businesslike. “We know that you would like a body slave. 
And that you wouldn’t mind if it was me. That much we now 
know.” Legolas cleared his throat. “But as flattered as I 
am, I must admit that the prospect of being a slave, even 
to a king, does not appeal to me, so would you still be 
interested in a slave, it if be someone else but me?” 

“Yes,” Aragorn replied, much more comfortable talking about 
it now that he had downed a considerable amount of wine, 
“It wasn’t specifically you I had in mind, as long as it’s 
an elf. Someone I can admire, even though he’d be my 
slave.” 

“Hmm, you mean someone so proud that enslaving him would be 
a triumph in itself?” Legolas speculated.  

“Yes, hmm, something like that. Someone strong willed, but 
yet pliable. Independent, but reliant of me and my 
favours.” Aragorn was starting to talk himself warm. “A 
beauty of course, but also someone with a good mind, and a 
body sturdy enough to take all that I can give, and then 
some. But with an innocence of the ways of the flesh.” 
Aragorn was really warming to his topic now. “An eldar with 
the romantic disposition to sing when called for, but a 
warrior when needed. Someone loyal, and fond of this world 
thus not rushing to get to Aman. Not a stranger… I don’t 
think I could be comfortable with a stranger, nor someone I 
knew too well. But definitely not an elf from Rivendell – 
Arwen knows all of them, and so do I, come to think of it.”  

“Aragorn!” Legolas looked startled. “You’ve really thought 
about this, haven’t you? I can even tell of whom you speak, 
your affection for him was always clear to me. You are 
thinking of Haldir from Lorien, aren’t you? I remember how 
you acted around him. You’ve never bowed to me like that!”  

“I do? It is? I did?” It took Aragorn a minute to realise 
that Legolas was right. It *was* Haldir he was speaking of: 
no one else could possibly fit all those criteria. He 
blanched at the thought. “Well, that’s hardly helpful. How 
would I go about claiming him? I don’t even know if he 
would accept a male in his bed.” Aragorn slumped, ready to 
go into a good bout of depression, followed by a hangover, 
realising that his fantasy was just as impossible as he had 
always imagined it to be.  

Legolas laughed. “Well, we are talking about enslaving him, 
so he really wouldn’t have a say in the matter of gender 
preferences. You can use your slaves any way you choose. 
But he’ll not come willingly, that’s for sure. Still there 
might be a way…” 

“What? What way? Is there a chance?” Aragorn perked up 
considerably, his heart beating a little faster, pumping 
the wine around his system quicker. “You have an idea don’t 
you? Speak elf, don’t keep me in suspense!” Aragorn was 
clutching his wineglass, willing Legolas to say something 
that would revive his hope.  

“Well, Haldir would not come willingly. For you to become 
his Master, his Lord, you would have to obtain him through 
permission other than his own. We will have to approach his 
current Lord. He is the only one who can order Haldir to 
comply.” 

“Oooh, you mean…” Aragorn looked incredulously at Legolas. 
“Are you mad? He’s Arwen’s grandfather! You can not tell 
him of this.”  

“Why not?” Legolas was beginning to enjoy this challenge. 
“Don’t you think he’d rather you had a male slave to keep 
you entertained, than hearing from Arwen that you have 
taken mistresses? He does not need to know that you don’t 
desire any of the local ladies. On the contrary, I think I 
shall hint that you indeed do, and might need a 
distraction, and then tell him of your long-standing 
admiration for Haldir. He knows that Haldir would never 
leave Lorien, unless he was going to Aman, and the only way 
he would submit to you would be through thraldom.” Legolas 
was starting to believe his own idea. “Yes, indeed, I think 
that with a little skilful manipulation I can get Celeborn 
to offer Haldir to you as a slave, and make him believe it 
was his own idea.”  

Aragorn could not believe his ears, but knew that once 
Legolas got a scheme in his head he was hard to dissuade 
from it. So it was that when Aragorn went home to Minas 
Tirith Legolas accompanied him part of the way, before 
heading off for Lorien. Before they parted Aragorn made him 
swear not to tell Celeborn that this was in fact Aragorn’s 
fantasy, and in turn Legolas asked a favour that made 
Aragorn sit very uncomfortably in the saddle for the next 
miles. 

“If I return to Minas Tirith with Haldir in bonds, I want 
to help you train him as a pleasure slave! That shall be my 
reward.” And Legolas was not laughing when he said that. 

~  

Minas Tirith, 2 months later  

When a guard reported to the King that two elves were 
nearing the white city, Aragorn left the counsel meeting he 
had been participating in, and ran to his quarters. He shut 
the door to his rooms, and lent back against it, trying to 
still his heartbeat. It took him a long while, and by the 
time he was breathing normally again, he had a fine layer 
of sweat all over his body. “Great!” he thought, “and thus 
the mighty king greets his guests? I think not.” He roared 
for a servant to fill a bathtub for him, and quickly shed 
his clothes. Looking down at his arousal he bellowed a 
second order, “and make the water cold!” 

Aragorn had just finished dressing, after the nice cool 
bath, when there was a knock at the door to his quarters. 
“Enter,” he called, and steeled himself for what was to 
come. Either it was his dream come true, or it was two 
Lorien elves come to summarily execute him on Celeborn’s 
orders. He dearly hoped that Legolas had been successful, 
as this option was so much more palatable.  

The door opened, and Aragorn drew a sigh of relief when he 
saw Legolas enter, with Haldir behind him. Aragorn’s breath 
caught when he saw the grim expression on the guardian’s 
face, probably caused by the iron restraints around his 
wrists, and the chain binding them together.  

Legolas nodded to Aragorn, but spoke to Haldir first. 
“Kneel before the king. He is to be your Lord, Haldir.”  

Haldir complied, still looking grim, refusing to look at 
Aragorn, instead stared intensely at the ground between 
Aragorn’s feet.  

“King Elessar,” Legolas said formally, “I bring greetings 
from the Lord of Lorien, and a glorious present from his 
realm. It is his wish that you shall receive Haldir as your 
personal slave, to use as you see fit, and to keep you 
company.” Legolas winked at Aragorn as he spoke, and 
Aragorn quickly picked up on the fact that this little 
speech was for Haldir’s benefit, not his. “Lord Celeborn 
sends his hopes that you will treat Haldir well, and upon 
your demise from this life grant him leave to go to Aman – 
but that he, until then, be a source of great joy and 
pleasure to you.” 

Aragorn bowed to Legolas, and answered equally formally. “I 
am deeply honoured by my kinsman’s actions, and I shall 
send him a token of my esteem promptly to thank him for 
this overwhelming gift.” 

He reached down and cupped Haldir’s chin, lifting his head. 
“And you, dear guardian, I promise to treat well as 
Celeborn has requested, and to make sure you are released 
from your slavery upon my death. I trust it is implied that 
this will not be the case if you should be the source of an 
untimely demise for me?” Aragorn asked, looking Haldir 
deeply in those blue, blue eyes, having trouble restraining 
himself. 

“I understand my doom,” Haldir replied, “and I shall 
endeavour to bear it for your life time, never bringing 
harm to you.” He added “…intentionally,” as if it was an 
afterthought. Then he yanked his head free of Aragorn’s 
grip and resumed his posture of staring hard at the floor.  

“Good.” Legolas said. “Then take your clothes off. I shall 
help you.” 
 
Haldir’s head snapped back up and he stared at Legolas with 
his mouth gaping. “But you…” he stammered. “You can not 
mean that…”

“Don’t second guess my meanings; just do as you are told!” 
Legolas said, as he helped Haldir to his feet. He took out 
a key and opened the chains that held his hands together, 
but let the cuffs on his wrists remain. He then started 
tugging at Haldir’s clothes, and Haldir hung his head, 
letting him.  

Aragorn stood back enjoying the sight as Haldir’s muscular 
body was revealed. When the guardian was naked, Legolas 
walked him over to Aragorn’s huge, four poster bed, and bid 
him lie down. Haldir complied, but closed his eyes, his 
dread of the situation etched in his face. 
 
Legolas motioned for Aragorn to come and help him. From his 
pack he produced several lengths of Hithlain rope, and 
handed Aragorn two lengths of it. “Tie his legs to the 
posters, and I’ll tie his arms.” Aragorn swallowed heavily, 
and bent to his task gladly. Haldir did not fight them, nor 
did he help. He just laid there, his eyes shut tight.  

When Haldir was firmly secured, spread-eagled to the bed, 
Aragorn and Legolas stepped back a little to admire him.  

“So, how do you like your present?” Legolas asked Aragorn 
with a smirk.  

“Im mao…” Aragorn began before clearing his throat, and 
trying again. Didn’t work. He walked over to a small table 
at the far end of the room and poured himself a cup of 
wine, downing it all. Then he beckoned to Legolas to join 
him there, keeping his eyes averted from the bed. “I am 
overjoyed,” he finally managed to say.  
 “How did you manage it?” he whispered to Legolas while 
pouring wine for them both, and handing Legolas a cup.

“Just as I had planned,” Legolas whispered back. “I 
actually got Celeborn to suggest it himself.” 

“How did Haldir take it?” Aragorn then inquired, still with 
his voice in stealth mode, knowing how acute Haldir’s 
hearing was.  
 
“Oh, he did not take it well. Celeborn argued and pleaded 
with him for days. He finally gave up getting his consent 
and had him beaten and whipped for nearly a full day, 
trying to force him to give his word and his bond, and when 
this failed he simply ordered him to comply. Celeborn told 
him he would be banished from Lorien and denied access to 
Aman if he did not service you through your life time. He 
cried most of the way here.” Legolas looked at Aragorn to 
see if this had changed his mind, knowing how Haldir came 
to be his, but only saw overwhelming desire.  

“I shall take good care of him, I promise,” Aragorn said, 
with affection in his voice.  

“Good,” Legolas replied in a normal voice level, draining 
his cup and putting it down. “Now, let’s get to the more 
pleasurable part of Haldir’s education. The initiation of 
the body! I’ve been thinking of little else for the 
interminable trip back from Lorien. He wasn’t exactly 
cheerful company, as you can imagine.” Legolas said, as he 
moved back to the bed. “So now it’s finally time for my 
reward.” He started to disrobe, throwing his clothes on one 
of the chairs by the wall, and Aragorn quickly followed his 
example. Within seconds they were both naked, on the bed, 
one on each side of Haldir. 

Haldir opened his eyes when he felt their body heat next to 
him, and he looked terrified. 

“Relax, my beautiful friend,” Aragorn whispered, while 
sliding a hand across Haldir’s chest. “I wish only to enjoy 
your body, and wake your desire.” 

Aragorn bent to kiss the tip of Haldir’s ear, which made 
the guardian wince, but as he turned his head away from 
Aragorn he found himself face to face with Legolas.  

“And I will show you what pleasure is, so that you will 
know how to please your king in the years to come,” Legolas 
whispered in Haldir’s other ear. He then bent to Haldir’s 
chest and started licking a circle around one of Haldir’s 
nipples. At the same time Aragorn firmly gripped Haldir’s 
head and bent in for the kiss he had been dreaming of for 
years. At first Haldir kept his mouth firmly shut, but as 
Legolas closed his lips around Haldir’s nipple and sucked 
lightly he gasped, and Aragorn shot his tongue into his 
mouth, claiming it in a kiss born of desire, need and 
admiration, and a healthy portion of lust. The kiss went on 
and on, and when Aragorn finally let his tongue slide out 
of Haldir’s mouth, the guardian was gasping for breath.  

Legolas dipping his tongue in and out of Haldir’s belly 
button didn’t help Haldir much with his breathing either. 
Aragorn noticed how Haldir pulled experimentally at his 
restraints, and was grateful for the Hithlain rope. He 
doubted that any normal man-made rope would have held had 
the guardian really been fighting. 

Legolas sat up between Haldir’s legs, resting on his heels. 
He started massaging the inside of Haldir’s thighs, slowly 
moving up towards his sack. Haldir’s breathing became 
heavier. When he started groping and massaging the sack, 
Haldir started crying silently, but didn’t complain. 
Aragorn was kissing his throat and chest, while keeping an 
eye on what Legolas was doing.

Legolas then spit into his hands, slicking them up a bit, 
and grasped Haldirs half-hardened member, starting to 
massage it. He used his left hand to stroke the shaft 
slowly up and down, and his right hand to massage the head, 
kneading it in his palm and between his fingers.  Haldir 
was getting very hard, and tears of shame trickled out of 
his eyes. This Aragorn noticed, and leant up, resting on an 
elbow, to kiss them away. 

“It is all right, melethron. There is no shame in feeling 
the pleasure. Just let it go. Relax, and enjoy what he is 
doing to you. Don’t fight it,” Aragorn said, trying to stop 
the tears, because they hurt him somehow. But the tears 
didn’t stop, although Haldir’s breathing became more 
laboured, and his member stiff as mithril. When clear fluid 
drops started falling from the slit, Legolas collected them 
with his fingers, and then they disappeared between 
Haldir’s legs. 

A second later Haldir shouted, startled, “Nay! Ai Valar! 
Nay! This you cannot do! Stop, for the love of the realm, 
stop Legolas! Please…” He threw his head back and started 
sobbing heavily, as Legolas just smiled at him and 
continued.  The ropes were really proving their worth as 
Haldir pulled on them with his arms and legs.

Aragorn raised his head to see what Legolas was doing, and 
drew in a heavy breath, when he saw his hand moving between 
Haldir’s legs. “How many?” he mouthed silently to Legolas. 

“Only one,” Legolas answered out loud. “But, oh so very 
tight. I’m adding one more now,” he said as he lowered his 
gaze once more. So Aragorn laid back down, but moving up a 
bit, resting his head on Haldir’s restrained shoulder and 
started to caress Haldir’s hair, placing butterfly kisses 
on his cheeks, soothing him, knowing how the first time 
could be quite a shock. 

The reaction from Haldir as the second finger entered was 
prompt. He screamed in agony. But not just any scream. He 
screamed Aragorn’s name, thus pleading help from his new 
Lord. Aragorn frantically stroked his chin, cradling his 
head in his arm, whispering to him, willing his words to be 
comforting, “Ssshh, sshh, meleth nîn. A little pain is 
normal, it’s not that bad. Please, don’t cry. It will feel 
good in a little while. Ssshhh, melethron.” But even though 
he kept up the comfort and caresses, Aragorn felt an icy 
hand clench at his heart as he looked at Haldir whose face 
was contorted in pain. For the first time Haldir looked 
straight at him, and with tears pouring out of his eyes 
said, in a very strangled and pained voice, “It… hurts!” 
Aragorn could no more ignore this plea from the tear-filled 
blue eyes burning a hole through him, than he could still 
his heart. “Legolas!” he said, in his most commanding 
voice. “You are hurting him!”

“It always hurts the first time,” Legolas answered, and 
continued his moves, making Haldir scream again, but not 
Aragorn’s name. Just a garbled word that could have meant 
anything. But its meaning was clear enough to Aragorn. 
Haldir was in severe agony and was pulling so hard at his 
restraining ropes that the wood in the bedposts started to 
creak noisily. 

“It does not have to,” Aragorn said. Quickly sitting up he 
grabbed Legolas’s wrist, stilling his motions. He then 
slowly pulled Legolas’ fingers out of Haldir. Haldir sobbed 
with relief, and his body relaxed visibly. 

“It does not have to hurt,” Aragorn repeated, and then bent 
to kiss Haldir gently on the lips. “I promise. It won’t 
hurt like that again. I will never hurt you, please believe 
me.”

He got out of the bed, and went to the door to his outer 
chambers and opened it. He called for a page, and shortly 
one arrived. The young servant stared at the naked state of 
his king, but his eyes nearly popped out as he spotted the 
nude elf strapped to the bed, and the other elf stretching 
out beside him. Aragorn didn’t care. His staff would have 
to know about Haldir sooner or later anyway. He ordered the 
page to run to the kitchens and bring back a selection of 
cooking oils, as well as some fresh wine, bread and fruit. 
Aragorn had no intention of leaving his chambers for any 
reason for the remainder of the day, nor, in fact, that 
night. As an afterthought he told the page to let the 
queen’s maids know that he would be spending the night in 
his own chambers, and had no desire for company.

In a matter of minutes the page returned with the required 
items. Aragorn had it all placed on a table, and then 
started sniffing at the selection of oils. Finding one to 
his liking, he brought it to the bed.

Legolas had lain down next to Haldir, and was caressing his 
nipples and ears, to see if he could make the elf stop 
crying. He had nearly succeeded when Aragorn returned to 
the bed. This time *he* took the place between Haldir’s 
legs.

“Haldir, I’m going to try to massage your inside a bit, 
like Legolas was doing.” At the instant whimper from Haldir 
he quickly added, “but I’ll use some oil, so it won’t hurt 
as much. I promise. It might hurt a little, but not like 
before, and I won’t begin before you are relaxed.” 

“Legolas, please stroke him,” Aragorn said, with a nod at 
Haldir’s now flaccid elfhood. “Give me your hand.” As 
Legolas held it out Aragorn poured some oil into it, 
watching as Legolas took up the massage on Haldir’s member. 
His hand well slicked, he rubbed the length of the shaft, 
and kneaded the head. It was not long before Haldir 
responded with small moans, and hardened again. 

When Aragorn bent his mouth to the head of Haldir’s member, 
and started swirling his tongue around it there was a 
definite increase in the moans. Taking the whole head into 
his mouth, he sucked at it, while Legolas stroked his hand 
up and down the shaft. 

The moans emitted from Haldir’s throat became more 
frequent, and had a desperate edge to them. When Aragorn 
let the head slip out of his mouth and sat up, there was a 
sound almost like a protest. He could not help but smile, 
but had the courtesy not to look at Haldir as he did so. 
Legolas took up where Aragorn had left off, by covering the 
head of Haldir’s penis with one of his hands, flicking the 
thumb around the crown, while the other hand kept stroking 
the shaft. Haldir had his eyes closed, and the tears had 
stopped. 

Aragorn took the oil and very liberally coated his index 
finger with it. Then he slowly ran it down the crack 
between Haldir’s buttocks, feeling them tighten with his 
movement, while Haldir whimpered in fear. But Aragorn only 
stroked his oiled finger up and down the crack several 
times, and then took it away to apply more oil. When he 
brought it back this time he pressed a little deeper, 
looking for the entrance he so desperately wanted to touch, 
and finding it, rolled the tip of his finger around the rim 
of it, without applying pressure. He took it away, and 
added more oil to it, then repeated the process. He did 
this several times, until Haldir no longer whimpered, and 
his buttocks were completely relaxed when Aragorn slid the 
finger between them. Finally he pushed a little at the 
tight hole. Just a little. He felt the resistance, and went 
back to stroking. Then removed his finger and again added 
more oil.  He went back to stroking, and then pushed again, 
and this time his finger slipped easily inside to the first 
knuckle. Haldir hadn’t even opened his eyes, and his 
breathing was steady, albeit laboured which was 
understandable given what Legolas was doing to his elfhood 
with his skilled fingers. 

Aragorn kept his finger just inside, swirling it around a 
bit, and after a while he dared push it in a little 
further, and then a little further still. Without a single 
hint of pain from Haldir Aragorn now had his finger all the 
way in, and he wiggled it around, searching for that walnut 
sized lump that he knew from personal experience would give 
Haldir a whole new perspective on this form of intrusion. 
It took him a while, and Haldir was beginning to look a 
little uncomfortable, but then he found it. He stroked the 
tip of his finger across it while adding pressure, and then 
back again. Haldir’s eyes shot open, but this time the 
scream was not pain filled, even though it held his name. 
“Aragorn! Oh Gods! Aragorn? What are you doing to me?” 

Legolas smiled, and bent down to kiss Haldir lightly on the 
lips, without removing his massaging hands. “He found your 
spot, huh?” Legolas did not wait for an answer, but removed 
his right hand from Haldir’s member to grab the back of 
Haldir’s head, and drew him up for a passionate kiss, as 
far as the ropes would let him. His left hand started to 
move hard up and down Haldir’s shaft as Aragorn continued 
to stroke inside Haldir, and in seconds the moans he 
emitted into Legolas’s mouth foretold his explosion. 
Legolas kissed him deeper while moving his hand faster and 
Haldir was responding arduously to the kiss. 

Aragorn then added a second finger, both of them stroking 
the right spot again and again, harder and harder. Haldir 
tried to scream, but his mouth was filled by Legolas’s 
tongue, so he sucked on it instead, while once again 
shedding tears from his eyes. But this time from the shock 
of his utter and completely unexpected desire. He felt a 
burn start in his loins, the muscles in his thighs started 
shaking, then they went into cramps, and someone had set 
fire to his stomach. He whimpered, mewled, and yanked at 
the ropes. His hips were bucking hard against Aragorns’ 
fingers and into Legolas’s hand, and Haldir was 
absentmindedly asking himself who was doing that for him, 
because it couldn’t possible be himself. 

Then the heavens fell on him, as he came hard into 
Legolas’s squeezing hand. And then he came again. At least 
that’s how it felt to him, as he felt the fingers inside 
him touching something that kept his sperm flowing 
interminably.  And he was no longer tied to a bed in Minas 
Tirith, faced with a humiliating doom, he was floating on a 
cloud above Aman itself, filled with pleasure and love, and 
feeling loved. And then he came again! He could not believe 
the sensations. Aragorn kept stroking, and Legolas kept 
fisting him, and there seemed to be an endless supply of 
semen in him. He screamed his thanks to the Valar for what 
he was feeling, and hoped that they would understand, since 
it did not come out in words, as much as in a long 
protracted howl drawn from his throat, swallowed into the 
kiss that Legolas was still desperately hanging on to. 

Legolas finally convinced his lips to let go, and to let 
him breathe in stead. But it still felt awful to let 
Haldir’s mouth slip away, and he briefly considered giving 
up breathing, but then his lungs yanked him back to 
reality. 
He looked down at Haldir, at the copious amount of sperm on 
his stomach, and then he looked down at himself, fervently 
hoping that Aragorn had not noticed that Legolas had come 
too, from a combination of his member rubbing against 
Haldir’s hip, the feeling of ecstatic virginal cries in his 
mouth, and the violent twitching of Haldir’s member in his 
hand, as he came and came. He then decided that breathing 
was overrated and bent to kiss Haldir again. 

Aragorn watched the two elves kissing, and found that he 
had trouble breathing, and that there was a tremendous 
amount of pounding going on at a lower point in his body. 
His member was painfully hard, and he yearned for release. 
He removed his fingers and moved up the bed, kneeling next 
to Haldir’s head, gently patting Legolas to get him to end 
the kiss. Legolas looked up at him, then down a bit, and 
immediately understood. He moved away, but left his hand 
under Haldir’s head. 

Aragorn straddled Haldir’s chest, and moved his member 
towards Haldir’s mouth. Legolas helped, by lifting his 
head. When Haldir realised what they were doing he tensed, 
but could not move away. He clamped his mouth shut, but 
Legolas whispered to him, “You must learn to do this; it is 
among your duties. There will be other ways to please him, 
but I don’t think you are ready for that right now.” 
Legolas looked suggestively at Haldir’s groin. “This is the 
easy way for you this time, so make it good for him. Open 
up.”

Haldir looked miserable, but complied. With a sigh Aragorn 
sunk his manhood into Haldir’s open, soft mouth, making the 
guardian gag. They gave him a few seconds to adjust, and 
then Legolas started moving Haldir’s head up and down, 
while Aragorn bucked his hips in and out of the warm mouth. 
“Lick me,” he told Haldir pleadingly. “Please… I’m so 
close. You feel so good.”

Haldir tentatively licked his tongue back and forth across 
the tip of the huge member in his mouth, trying not to 
think about what he was doing, but he could tell by 
Aragorn’s yelp of pleasure that he was doing it right. 
Shortly after he began the small licks he could feel 
Aragorn tense, the knees at each side of his chest pressed 
into him, the hands that were resting on Haldir’s shoulders 
started grabbing and kneading the flesh and the movements 
in and out of his mouth became erratic and shuddering. 
Haldir braced himself for what was coming, and in the next 
instant he heard Aragorn cry out loud while he felt a 
stream of thick, hot fluid flow into his mouth. It was warm 
and salty and Haldir gagged on it, letting as much as 
possible run out of his mouth, and down his chin. 

Aragorn stopped moving, but didn’t remove his half-hard 
manhood from Haldir’s mouth, while he regained control of 
his breathing. He was looking down, enjoying the sight of 
the exhausted elf and the luscious lips around him, and the 
sperm running down his face - it was the most erotic thing 
he had ever seen. He gently removed a sweaty string of hair 
from Haldir’s brow, tucking it neatly back where it 
belonged, wishing he could sit like that all night. He 
needed to lie down though, so he slipped out of the warm 
mouth, and laid down next to Haldir, covering his chest 
with his right arm, burying his face in the golden, lush 
hair, giving Haldir a light kiss on the ear.

Legolas was leaning over Haldir, whispering, “You will have 
to learn to swallow it; it’s really not that bad.”  
Haldir’s eyes widened as Legolas then started to lick the 
excess drops from Haldir’s chin, and didn’t stop until 
Haldir was completely clean. He then made himself 
comfortable on the other side of Haldir, draping his leg 
over the guardian, and snuggling at his throat. Haldir 
realised that they had no intention of untying him, so he 
made himself as comfortable as possible, trying to get some 
rest. It wasn’t long before the steady breathing of Aragorn 
and Legolas told him they were fast asleep, even though it 
was early in the evening. Haldir considered himself 
reprieved for the time being, and enjoyed the peace. 



* Chapter 2 *   

Haldir woke 3 hours later with a tension in his groin. He 
instinctively moved his arms towards it, but was instantly 
reminded that he was bound, spread-eagled to the bed. He 
looked down, and even though it was now completely dark he 
could easily make out the silhouette of Aragorn, his head 
bent over Haldir’s elfhood, moving up and down causing an 
unbelievably pleasurable feeling. Haldir was flustered to 
realise that he was already breathing heavily and well on 
his way to climax. Legolas was still fast asleep, with his 
head buried in Haldir’s hair, but he started stirring when 
he felt Haldir’s chest rise and fall. 

Suddenly Aragorn stopped his suction, and sat up. Haldir 
groaned with the loss. “Sleep well?” Aragorn asked, and 
without waiting for an answer continued, “You looked like 
you needed it.” Haldir nodded, but didn’t answer for fear 
of disturbing the sleeping elf. He preferred Legolas to 
stay asleep. One of them at a time was more than plenty for 
him. His effort was in vain though, for Aragorn slapped 
Legolas’s buttock and said, “Wake up, sleepy. It’s time to 
pick this flower.” 

Legolas stretched lazily and said, “Do it tomorrow; you 
have him for the rest of your life, there’s no hurry.”

“Oh, yes there is,” Aragorn said. “I can not wait any 
longer and I need you to keep him happy, while I… hmmm, 
expand the territory lets say.” He rummaged around the bed 
looking for something, and failing to find it got up to 
light some candles in the room. 

By the time the room was well lit Legolas was fully awake, 
and was leaning over Haldir, stroking his lower lip with 
his thumb. Noticing how dry Haldir’s lips were, he then 
leaned down and licked them, letting his tongue slide back 
and forth on the bottom lip, and then the top. Haldir 
couldn’t help but close his eyes and enjoy the gentle 
ministration. 

They both felt the mattress give, as Aragorn climbed back 
onto the bed. He could now easily spot the bottle of oil 
that had eluded him in the dark, and he picked it up and 
coated his fingers liberally with the slick fluid. With his 
left hand he gripped Haldir’s shaft, moving slowly up and 
down, adding pressure to his touch as he was moving down, 
and loosening his grip going up. It felt wonderful, and 
Haldir’s breathing got heavier still. Aragorn then moved 
his right hand down between Haldir’s legs, searching for 
the opening. Haldir was not nearly as tense this time, but 
the moment Aragorn pressed a finger to the narrow entrance 
Haldir’s muscles clenched tight, and he whimpered.

Legolas saw this as his cue, and bent to kiss Haldir in 
earnest. He pushed his tongue into his mouth, and greedily 
claimed his lips, the roof of his mouth, his cheeks and his 
tongue. He grabbed the back of Haldir’s head, and held him 
tight, as he moved his mouth upon the others. 

They were both moaning with the intensity of the kiss, and 
the distraction was enough to allow Aragorn to push his 
first finger all the way into Haldir. This time he only 
moved it about a few seconds before adding another. He 
pushed in and out of Haldir, crossing his fingers inside 
him, stroking and massaging. 

Haldir was whimpering, but Aragorn could tell by the rigid 
shaft in his hand that there was no pain this time. He then 
added a third finger, and felt how Haldir stiffened at that 
action. He held completely still within him for a few 
minutes, giving him a chance to adjust, while Legolas 
continued the kiss. When he felt Haldir had relaxed a bit, 
he started moving the fingers in and out, while searching 
for the little spot that would make Haldir forget any 
discomfort. He soon found it, and stroked it with the tip 
of all three fingers. 

Haldir bucked in his hand, his pelvis shooting in the air, 
and the ropes around his ankles tightening. He moaned 
loudly into Legolas’s mouth, and Aragorn thoroughly enjoyed 
being able to undo his pet so easily. He kept stroking back 
and forth, feeling Haldirs muscles relax around his 
fingers, and when pre-cum started seeping out of Haldir’s 
slit, he stopped his ministrations and removed his fingers.

Haldir protested this action with a sound that Legolas 
swallowed just as he was ending the kiss, with a final 
suction at Haldir’s tongue. Legolas only moved his face a 
few inches away, staring the former Marchwarden in the 
eyes, while trying to fill his lungs with air again. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Legolas saw Aragorn reach for 
the bottle of oil again, and knew that it was time. He 
hitched his right arm under Haldir, cradling him, and with 
his other hand he fondled Haldirs face, letting his fingers 
brush lightly across the chin, the eyes, the brow and the 
glorious hair.  

“He is going to take you now,” he whispered to Haldir, and 
when he saw the panic in Haldir’s eyes he quickly added, 
“but you are ready for it. It will hurt a little, but the 
more you relax the sooner the pain will be over. Just keep 
looking in to my eyes, and cry out if you want to.”

Having finished slicking up his member Aragorn lay down 
between Haldir’s legs, and guided himself to the tight 
opening. He felt the resistance and pushed forward, trying 
to be as gentle as possible, but knowing that the pain 
would come no matter what he did.  
 
Haldir was very tense beneath him, and he was grateful that 
Legolas was there to help. He felt the tip of his member 
slide in, heard the small scream Haldir emitted, and saw 
Legolas immediately dip his head to kiss him. He was so 
tight that Aragorn had to pause. He was about to become 
undone himself.  
 
When he had his heartbeat under control again he continued 
pushing in. Haldir sobbed as he made that final push 
against the barrier, and finally slipped over it, but he 
kept pushing, at a slow steady pace until he felt his balls 
against Haldir’s buttocks. Only then did he look up at 
Haldir again. 

His head was thrown back, and Aragorn could not tell if it 
was in agony or ecstasy. The muscles in his stretched out 
arms were pulsating with his effort to pull at the ropes 
secured through his wrist restraints, and his fingers were 
clenched in a fist, the knuckles an eerie bone-white. 
Legolas had stopped trying to soothe him with kisses, since 
his jaw was clenched tight. Aragorn lay down, very gently, 
on Haldir’s chest, and scooted his arms under the elf, 
grabbing a hold of the shoulders from beneath. Legolas 
moved back a little, to lay down next to Haldir, still with 
an arm under him, holding him tight. 

Aragorn started moving ever so slowly, just rocking back 
and forth, while dipping his head to nibble at Haldir’s 
earlobe. Legolas was kissing Haldir’s neck, and Haldir 
relaxed into their caresses, arching his throat trying to 
get closer contact with both their warm mouths. Small moans 
escaped him with every little bite, and when he felt 
Legolas’s hand close around his member, stroking him in the 
narrow space between his and Aragorn’s body he swallowed 
hard, suddenly very dry in his mouth. 

Aragorn was rocking very gently inside Haldir, but when the 
king felt the first slight pressure from Haldir moving his 
pelvis up to meet him, his pace increased. His breathing 
was dominating the sounds in the room, and soon Haldir’s 
breathing matched it. 

Aragorn began moving harder, though still just rocking, 
aiming for Haldir’s sweet spot, and when a small yelp 
escaped Haldir’s lips, he moved nearly out slamming in 
again, not too hard, but forcefully enough to elicit a cry 
from Haldir. It was not a pained cry, rather a plea for 
more. Legolas removed his hand, and lay back watching them 
with increasingly darker eyes. Aragorn raised his head from 
the ear he was licking to look at Haldir. His eyes were 
closed, but he had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. 
Aragorn melted at that look and bent to kiss him.

Haldir opened his mouth immediately, sucking Aragorn’s 
tongue in and greedily trying to devour it. He lifted his 
head from the pillow, to get even closer contact with 
Aragorn’s mouth, as he started moving frantically beneath 
the man, as much as the ropes would allow. Aragorn 
tightened his grip on the shoulders of the writhing body 
beneath him, and started moving faster and faster. Soon he 
was impaling Haldir with full strokes, hammering in to him, 
and being rewarded with a wanton cry with each thrust.  

Aragorn knew he could not last much longer, the cries alone 
were enough to make him shake with lust, but the feeling of 
the oh so tight entrance around him was making his vision 
blurry. His limbs started shaking, and he broke the kiss to 
raise himself unto his elbows to devour the sight of the 
writhing Galadhrim as he felt his orgasm hit. Aragorn 
rammed hard into Haldir as he spent himself, and as he 
threw his head back to roar a thanks in the ancient 
language for the gift he had been given, fire and ice 
merged in his body, and his whole being was taken over by 
his release. 

Legolas was watching as Aragorn came, and unconsciously 
licked his dry lips. Aragorn was pistoning his body into 
the Silvan elf, and Haldir was thrashing about in a total 
surrender of his senses. Legolas suddenly closed his eyes 
and thought of Mirkwood on a winter day. Anything to cool 
the feeling pulsing through his body, lest he be undone by 
the sight before him. He wanted his prize now. To take the 
immobilised Galadhrim, shove into him as Aragorn was doing, 
and loose himself. 

When he heard Aragorn’s cry of release he bit his lip, and 
got up on his knees. He groped around for the oil canister 
and desperately poured some into his hands, still not 
looking at Haldir and Aragorn. He coated his member with 
both hands, trying hard not to feel the friction. He then 
looked at Aragorn who was now slumped over Haldir, 
breathing hard. Legolas watched through narrowed eyes, and 
the moment Aragorn seemed to relax completely after his 
post-orgasmic shudders Legolas yanked him away from Haldir. 
He forcibly threw Aragorn back onto the side of the bed. 
Before Aragorn or Haldir could launch a protest Legolas had 
placed himself between Haldir’s legs, and was pushing in 
deep.

“Yes! Valar! Oh sweet Gods!” he screamed as he entered and 
Haldir bucked up to meet his initial thrust, emitting a 
little scream of his own, and he finally felt that velvety 
heat around him. His most urgent need having been met 
Legolas took time to look across his shoulder at a 
dishevelled and rather shocked Aragorn. He mouthed an “I’m 
sorry” before he bent his head to claim Haldir’s lips in an 
all encompassing kiss, that showed his need. 

Aragorn didn’t answer his unspoken apology with words, but 
he felt, rather than heard, Aragorn’s light laughter, and 
was relieved that the king bore him no ill feeling. He bent 
to his delightful task of making love to Haldir. This was 
what he had hoped for when he went on his quest to Lorien; 
to experience the Silvan elf giving himself over 
completely, not just accepting their ministrations, but 
taking the utmost pleasure from them.

---  

Haldir could hardly breathe. Legolas was so hard inside him 
that he could feel the pulsing of his veins against his 
sensitive inside, making him moan loudly, even though 
Legolas wasn’t moving. 

Instead, Haldir started to move; as much as his restraints 
and the elf on top of him would allow, which wasn’t enough. 
He needed to feel Legolas pumping in and out of him. 
Legolas himself  could not ignore such a potent need, and 
started pulling out of Haldir, which Haldir protested with 
a loud whine, but when Legolas was nearly out he slammed in 
again making the other elf yelp. 

Haldir raised his head towards Legolas, begging for a kiss 
or some flesh to sink his teeth into. Legolas caught his 
mouth and for a few minutes they were joined jaw to jaw, 
both fighting for domination of the kiss. But Legolas had 
to break it to sink his teeth into Haldir’s shoulder as he 
found a rhythm that was neither too fast to bring him to 
the edge too soon, nor too slow to quench his hunger for 
the Lorien body thrashing beneath him. 

Maybe if Haldir had not talked to him he could have lasted 
longer, but the constant begging for “anno gwador, anno, 
anno, melethron, anno”, that Legolas heard in his ear undid 
him, and as he felt the tightening of his sack, while his 
muscles started shaking, he opened his mouth wide and tried 
to swallow Haldir’s shoulder to soften the intensity of his 
screams, as the burning sensation made first his groin 
warm, then spread to his whole body, and then back again to 
a singular point. Haldir, however, did not hide his 
emotions, and cried out loud with his enjoyment as Legolas 
pumped hard into him, but voiced his frustration when 
Legolas stopped moving, and just lay shaking on top of 
Haldir.  
 
“No, no, no, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Haldir begged, 
but Legolas was not able to comply. He was shaking like a 
leaf, riding on the post-orgasmic waves cursing through his 
body, while he held on tight to the golden body that had 
pleased him so. 

After a few minutes he emitted a sigh as he slipped out of 
Haldir’s body, who elicited an even louder protest at that 
movement, and then Legolas slid off to lie next to the 
whimpering, needy body. 

Haldir was shaking almost violently now, and Legolas could 
see why with one glance at Haldir’s hard member, which was 
straining hard and swollen against his stomach, secreting 
little streams of clear liquid. He looked at Aragorn, who 
was still poised at the foot of the bed, and they both 
moved into a position next to Haldir’s groin, on opposite 
sides of him.

Haldir looked down his body at them with dark, glazed eyes, 
silently begging for his release, and when Aragorn reached 
out a hand to grasp his shaft Haldir gasped for air, and 
closed his eyes in anticipation.

Legolas got up to sit between Haldirs legs, and slowly 
stroked the inside of his thighs. “Haldir, what do you want 
from us?” he asked. 
 
“Huh? What? Want?” Haldir said, sounding confused, 
surprised that his voice actually worked. It seemed pretty 
obvious to him what he wanted, and he failed to see how 
Legolas couldn’t know as well.

“What do you want? Do you want your release? Do you want us 
to stroke you and pet you till you come?” Legolas 
continued.

“Yes…, yes please,” Haldir answered with a heavy quaver in 
his voice.

“Then start asking humbly like a good slave and answer like 
a slave! Every time you talk to Aragorn you must call him 
‘my Lord’. Is that understood?” Legolas said in a husky 
voice that did nothing to help Haldir understand the words 
in his mind, which at the moment seemed to have moved its 
focus to a place in the middle of his body. “Is it?” 
Legolas repeated when all he heard from Haldir was soft 
whimpers.

“Yes,” Haldir breathed, and then added “my Lord”, just to 
be on the safe side. 
 
”Are you sure?” Aragorn said, to tease Haldir, while he 
held still on the throbbing shaft in his hand. 

“Yes, my Lord. I’m ve…very sure!” Haldir fairly howled with 
frustration. 

Legolas smiled at Aragorn, content with the answers, and 
together they set to the task of bringing Haldir to his 
climax. Aragorn used his hand to gather the liquid at the 
head of Haldir’s member and gently smeared it all over the 
shaft, to lessen the friction. Legolas plunged one finger 
into Haldir’s entrance, using the fingers of his other hand 
to dip into the semen seeping out of Haldir from their 
lovemaking, and lazily drawing patterns in it on his 
thighs, dragging it excruciatingly slow up across his sack, 
taking the opportunity to cup it and knead the balls 
within.  

Haldir was very glad that they had ceased asking him 
questions, since his voice no longer was under his control. 
The feel of Aragorn’s skilled hands, and Legolas’s finger 
stroking his inside was making him shiver with hunger for 
their touch, and his throat was emitting sounds that he had 
no idea he was capable of making. 

When Legolas hit that spot inside him that made him feel 
like riding the finger with abandonment he mewled and 
writhed, trying to impale himself as hard as possible. And 
when Aragorn then started moving his hand quickly up and 
down Haldir’s shaft, while lowering his head to let his 
tongue swipe across the head, Haldir utterly lost command 
of his body. He breathed in on a moan, and out on a cry 
while trying to wrap his mind around all that he was 
feeling at once.

His back and hip arched up as high as the ropes would let 
him, and he was only resting the top of his head and his 
heels on the mattress. The rest of his body was suspended 
between these two points, seeking greater contact with the 
hands and the tongue bringing him these mind boggling 
sensations. 

His fingers were opening and clenching shut in his 
restraints, the ropes groaning with the effort of holding 
him, and his mouth was frozen in a scream that threatened 
to suffocate him, since he could not spare the time to draw 
breath. He felt the orgasm rip through him as he came, as 
if a huge animal had taken his body and was shaking it in 
his claws, while blowing hot air across every inch of his 
skin. All these sensations suddenly centred in his groin, 
and he felt his sperm leave him in long gushes, that 
Aragorn caught with his mouth, sucking greedily at him, 
till the last drop was spent and an immense sense of relief 
and relaxation spread tingling through his limbs as the 
cramps slowly subsided.

Aragorn and Legolas gently helped Haldir lower himself back 
to the bed, his leg muscles still quivering, droplets of 
sweat trickling off his thighs, like it shone on his face 
and his chest. He was fighting to draw air into his lungs, 
his chest heaving up and down with the effort. He was only 
dimly aware that Legolas was using a wet cloth to clean 
him, but he appreciated it never the less. 

He felt the relief in his arm muscles as the ropes were 
untied and the same was done with his leg restraints. He 
then felt the mattress dip as Aragorn lay down next to him, 
on his back, and Legolas’s arms gently turned him on to his 
side, facing Aragorn. Legolas then lifted Haldir’s head and 
lowered it onto Aragorn’s chest and the waiting arm that 
closed around him. Legolas lay down behind him, putting an 
arm around Haldir’s waist and pulling close, spooning his 
body behind him. Thus safely tucked in between them Haldir 
didn’t even hear them wish him a good night before he 
drifted off to sleep, resting comfortably on his new 
master, thinking that maybe, just maybe,  this really was 
not as bad as he had thought it would be. 



TBC?  
Up to you. Let me know, wanna hear more? 


Authors note/rant: What little Sindarin I use has 
absolutely not been anywhere near the *grey company* and 
their horrible home made version of that language.



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