Title:  The Education of Legoals Greenleaf Part 1 and Part 2  
Author:  Melissa  
Author's Email:  VvDeadRosesvV@aol.com  
Pairings: Haldir/Orophin/Rumil/Legolas  
Rating: NC 17  
Warnings:  Incest, strong description of sexual situations  
Summary:  The Fellowship of the Ring have come to LothLorien to find 
rest and respite, after the falling of Gandalf to the Balrog.  Legolas 
discovers the desires of the Marchwardens and unravels the obsession 
Haldir holds for him. 


*
Part 1

“The Loss of Mithrandir is a grave and palpable one.”  Haldir sighed 
softly, watching the shimmering light of the reflecting pool as he leaned 
against one of the great expansive Mallorn trees.  “The pain is so near I 
can not put words to it.  Fell, to a Balrog…demon of the ancient world.  
How is this come to pass?”

Legolas rose from his seat beneath the mallorn trees, his chalice gripped 
gently in his hand.  The tunic of the Galadhrim moved with him, the 
rustling fabric reminded him of a length of tide coursing the land.  The 
news the Fellowship had brought to Lorien was double edged with pain.  
The Ring bore an evil the likes Legolas had never before felt and each 
companion sought refuge in the Golden Wood for fear of the chase, the 
yearning for peace and comfort, even for one night.  And then to lose 
Gandalf, Wizard of Illuvatar, to a force of evil so ancient, even the Elves 
feared its name.  “It is, as I have told you, Haldir of Lorien.”  The Prince 
of Mirkwood lowered his eyes, strength failing him.  “Gandalf bayed us 
go forth, for fear it would overtake Frodo and end the Fellowship.  Never 
before, in my long years, have I felt a fear of its liking.  Would that I could 
have done something more than run.”

Haldir turned, looking to the Elven Prince from over his shoulder.  “What 
more was there to do, Legolas?  You are stout of heart, fearless of hand.  
This was more than you could have faced, all of you together.  You are not 
Glorfindel.”  The Marchwarden of Lorien rose to full height.  Legolas had 
satisfied his questions.  “I trust the Talan will be sufficient for the Eight 
remaining companions.”

“I do not believe I will find sleep for sometime, Haldir.  But I offer my 
thanks for your protection of the Fellowship and my enduring love to the 
Lord and Lady of Light.”  Legolas sighed.

“Then you are welcome to seek my brothers and I, if you are unable to 
find peace.  We walk the borders night and day to ensure the Darkness of 
Mordor remains far from our lands.”  Haldir turned, placing a hand on 
Legolas shoulder.  “Peace be with you, Prince of Mirkwood.”

Legolas placed his hand on Haldirs shoulder, in mutual respect.  “And 
with you, Marchwarden of Lorien.”  

Haldir looked to the Prince, clad in the dress of the Galadhrim.  “You will 
find us deep in the woods at the darkest point of the night.  Join us then, if 
it is your will.”  With that, Haldir turned and walked away, his cloak 
stirring the fallen leaves on the soft Lorien ground.

Legolas lingered, watching the still waters of the reflecting pool, singing a 
soft hymn for Mithrandir in his own tongue.

*


Aragorn polished his sword as the hobbits lay in gentle slumber.  Gimli 
was the only disturbance in the dark night, his snoring was as loud as a 
hive of bees and equally as irritating.  Boromir walked just outside of the 
Talan, his steps strong and firm, though his eyes seemed a maelstrom of 
anguish and pain.

“You can not find your rest, Legolas?”  Aragorn asked in a whisper.  
“Why not seek out Haldir and the others, you need not keep grief silent for 
the sake of your friends.”

Legolas looked to Aragorn, his eyes glittering in the darkness.  “I would 
not leave the fellowship.”  The Prince commented, dryly.

“These borders are well guarded, as you know.  You have been our 
constant companion, I will not begrudge your desire to speak with your 
Kith.  I would leave with you but I fear there is much Boromir will wish to 
say when you have departed.”  Aragorn set his sword down.  “Go forth, all 
will be well here.  The others replenish for the darker days still ahead of 
us.”

Legolas rose, quietly.  “I will return to you shortly with any news the 
Marchwardens may have.”

Aragorn bowed his head softly as Legolas left the Talan, walking in the 
depth of night to the center of the Golden Wood.  The stars grew heavy 
overhead as the Prince of Mirkwood strode through the trees…trees he 
had wished he knew more intimately.  For all his trips to Lorien at the 
behest of his Atar, Legolas never tarried so deep in the woods…unless in 
the accompaniment of one of the beautiful she-elves of the Wood.

In the distance, Legolas could see a small campfire, a watch point for one 
of the flets above the line of trees, no doubt.  His approach, silent as it 
was, heralded a rustling from behind the trees along the perimeter.  
Someone who wished not to be found…had been discovered, or so it 
seemed.  Legolas turned his eyes upward and saw no movement upon the 
flets.  Perhaps the Marchwardens were busy in conquests of another kind.  
Smiling to himself, Legolas sank out of the line of the firelight, bracing his 
back to the Mallorns and moving with extra caution.  

Two elves were locked in embrace, heated with desire, barely alert to 
anything save the touch of their respective lovers.  “Nothing like a bit of 
merrymaking upon the damp forest floor.”  Legolas smiled once more, to 
himself.  The closer he drew, the more intense he could hear the murmurs 
of delight.  He realized he should make himself known, but far too often 
when he had been enjoying the delights of Lorien, had one of the three 
brothers found him…and disturbed the peace…and the sanctity of the 
moment.

Hidden in the darkness, Legolas could make out a face… Orophin, one of 
the three brothers, was laying upon his back in the dirt, as his lover 
devoured his manhood, taking the shaft hard into a welcoming throat.  
Orophin was biting his lip to fight the desire to cry out, his fingertips dug 
into the dirt…his free hand on the golden crown of his lover.  

Legolas turned his eyes away, laughing to himself.  He would not be so 
cruel as to destroy the moment for Orophin and his partner.  The Prince 
turned to walk away when he heard Rumil stumbling through the woods, 
closer to the fire.  The middle sibling of the three brothers, threw his lover 
down to the ground, covering his partner with his body.  “Who knew the 
brothers did everything together?”  Legolas whispered to himself.  It 
seemed no matter to Rumil that Orophin was close enough to hear and see 
his own brother in the art of lovemaking.  But perhaps, neither really 
recognized anything more than their own pleasure.

Legolas shook his head, deciding to walk away and leave them without 
word, even though an invitation had been extended to him to visit with the 
brothers.  He had walked but twelve paces into the depth of the forest, 
when the moonlight shone upon Haldir…and he had with him, two lovers!  
The Marchwarden was gloriously naked as he took his lover from behind, 
quite animalistically.  The elf was bent over, hands grasping ankles…and 
another knelt behind Haldir, moving fingers in and out of Haldirs entrance 
with exceptional precision.  Haldir cried out, ramming his lovers hips back 
into his own Legolas felt a sudden sense of arousal, for he desired nothing 
more than a lover while in Lorien, to take his mind from the dangers ahead 
of him…and the anguish of Gandalfs death.  He was captivated, his own 
desire awakening with the sight before his eyes.

Leaning back against the tree and mustering all his stealth, the Prince of 
Mirkwood began to rub his length, bound within his breeches.  His eyes 
focused on the one receiving Haldirs pleasure, deaf to any sound but the 
whimpers and stifled moans the lover elicited….his imagination supplied 
the rest…biting his lip as his hand moved faster against his pleading 
arrow.  

Haldir threw his head back, licking his lips and scenting the air...with a 
smile.   His lover received a suddenly more brutal fury of thrusts…all the 
while whimpering with delight.  ~ It is too much, I can smell the arousal in 
the air, they are close… ~  Legolas hissed to himself, sliding his hand 
down into the confines of his breeches, his face flushing…his breaths 
becoming erratic.  ~ So Close ~  His body was shaking, tensing with the 
friction of his hand wound so tight and pleasingly around his desire.  Just 
then, Haldir let loose a cry of indescribably passion, releasing into his 
lover…even as Legolas released into his fingers, gasping for breath.

Haldirs lover fell to the ground and at such an exquisite moment, and 
began to stroke himself with such passion that he let loose a torrent of 
nectar so long, Haldir was bathed in its essence.  Legolas realized the 
Marchwardens lover…was another male!  The one who had worked hard 
against Haldirs entrance fell to his knees, crawling between Haldirs legs to 
the Elf upon the floor, licking him clean of any remnants of 
passion…before crawling to Haldir and lapping at the seed along his taut 
chest.  Both of Haldirs lovers were males!

Gasping, Legolas crushed back against the tree, glancing in the direction 
of Rumil and Orophin.  In the light of the fire, Legolas could see, they too 
had Male lovers!  It was more than he could bear to see!  How could he 
have not known of the three brothers and their tastes, after so many years?  
How was it he could pleasure himself to such a sight?  ~ you believed 
them to be women, or you never would have stayed. ~ he told himself and 
slowly slid into the shadow, finding a way out of the situation he had 
inadvertently stumbled upon.

*


Legolas washed his hands clean in the fountain before the Talan of the 
Fellowship.  Boromir had long fell into dreams and only Aragorn was left 
awake.  “Have you found anything of interest from the Marchwardens?  
You were not gone as long as I believed you would be?”

Legolas sat down upon his bedroll, looking to the Ranger.  “There is 
nothing new to be learned, this night.”  He said, though his face was 
blanched white.

“There seems to be more than you are saying.”  Aragorn lowered himself 
to his bedroll, drawing the covers up against his body.  “What happened?”

Legolas stumbled to find a way to explain the situation without divulging 
secrets that should be kept…secret.  “When I found the Marchwardens, 
they were engaged in pursuits entirely different than those of protection.”  
He said softly, lowering onto his back.

“Ahh, what lucky elves.”  Aragorn laughed, seeing his friend obviously 
distraught.  “You are no stranger to the she-elves of Lorien, Legolas, why 
do you seem so out of place?”

“I…I did not wish to intrude and returned to the Talan.  We will discover 
more, tomorrow, I am sure.”  Legolas stared up at the barely visible stars 
through the tree tops.  ~ I can not believe what I have seen this night.  
Haldir, Rumil, Orophin…with male lovers.  I never believed them the 
type.  Even if our society does not look unkindly on such things…I..I 
never knew. ~  He said to himself, feeling guilty for taking pleasure at the 
acts they were performing.  Although no stranger to the flesh, Legolas had 
never desired a male lover…and he had achieved his self inflicted climax 
to such uninhibited pleasure…





*


“Breakfast is served, should you wish to join us.”  Rumil smiled as the 
Hobbits slowly rose, hearing his voice.

“Breakfast?  I need no second invitation!”  Pippin raced upward, followed 
by Merry.  Sam and Frodo stretched as if their rest had been but a vision 
of an overly exhausted mind.

Legolas, snapping out of Reverie, could not meet Rumils eyes, even as 
Boromir, Aragorn and Gimli rose.  “Breakfast is well met, for we are 
hungry as we are tired.”  Boromir smiled.  

“Will you be joining us, Legolas.”  Rumil asked, offering a hand to the 
Prince.

Legolas did not accept his hand, instead, rising onto his haunches, fixing 
his bedroll.  “I will be along, shortly, Lord Rumil.  Thank you.”  He could 
not meet the gaze, for now his perceptions were…different than what he 
believed of the three brothers he had known for so many immortal years.

“As you wish.”  Rumil smiled to Legolas…as if he knew..something…and 
Legolas could sense it.  “I will bring you fresh clothing for the day.”   
With that, Rumil left, escorting the others to breakfast.

Legolas had no desire to eat.  His thoughts were unsettling.  A part of him 
believed he already knew the lovers had encountered were males…and yet 
he did not turn away from it…found it…exciting.  ~ No, it can not be.  I 
had no thought of it, merely the pleasure and arousal in the air. ~

It was long into the afternoon when the Fellowship returned, stomachs 
sated, the heir of heaviness, lifted.  “What amazing food, Mr. Legolas.  
You should have joined us, you were missed sorely by the Lord and 
Lady…and the Marchwardens as well.  But fear not, I saved some for 
you.”  Samwise smiled, handing Legolas a handkerchief filled with treats.

“Thank you, Master Gamgee.”  He smiled.  He was hungry but he did not 
wish to let anyone on to his failure to show at breakfast…and apparently, 
lunch.  Legolas took small bites, even if he wanted to devour the sweets in 
the kerchief.

“Celeborn and Galadriel wished to see you.  They regret that you were 
unable to join us.”  Aragorn removed the sword from his scabbard, 
signaling to the hobbits…who had also produced blades, that he was ready 
to continue instructing them in the way of warfare.

Boromir joined in, taking Merry and Pippin under his wing, teaching them 
steps and blocks using the flat of the sword.  

Legolas was silent for long moments.  “I will make amends for my 
absence.”  Was all he said.

*


Hours seemed to dwindle as Legolas stretched his legs, taking a long walk 
away from the dinner he shared with the Fellowship, to deal with the 
issues which had presented
apology to the Lord and Lady for failing to join them during the course of 
the day.  He had cleverly avoided the Marchwardens, who had not come to 
dinner. 

Legolas needed air.  He excused himself with the lovely lass, Elquath, that 
he had met during the small feast.  As night was long fallen about the 
forest and once more, the Prince found himself walking through the thick 
woods…his eyes drawn to the fire pit he had seen last night…his evening 
lover in tow.  The Prince kissed her hard, sending her to her knees.

“What am I doing here?”  He asked himself, pressed against the mallorn 
trees.  He listened through the life of the Forest for sounds of an Elven 
Nature.  Elquath, the beautiful lass of Lorien slid down his body, 
removing his length to give tender suckor.  Legolas rolled his head back, 
pumping his length into her mouth…but he wanted more…he needed 
more.  Sliding down onto the ground with her, he lifted her skirts and slid 
his lithe fingers into her welcoming flower.  She groaned with desire, 
arching her hips and pleading for him to take her.

It was then, in the distance, Legolas saw what he had come here to see.  
Haldir was laying a short distance from the fire, his body naked and 
glimmering in the orange hues.  He looked….beautiful, like a feral god of 
the younger cultures….his long blonde mane, unbound…as an Elf tasted 
his delights…it was Rumil!  Orophin was behind Rumil, sliding his aching 
shaft deep into his brothers’ entrance.  

“They do everything together!”  Legolas was appalled but fascinated.  
Haldir had his head thrown back, his body lurched forward on his elbows, 
moaning hard as Rumil pleasured his length.

“What?”  Elquath cried out, hearing Legolas mutter.

Orophin pumped himself hard into his brothers tight entrance.  Legolas 
could see the curve of Rumils ass quivering in the firelight, pushing back 
in counter rhythm to Orophins lust, his mouth occupied with Haldir…his 
hand stroking his own shaft with tremendous speed.  The scent of lust 
filled the air, nearly unbearable…and Legolas could feel the heat…and the 
desire.  Each were so beautiful, locked in a train of pure ecstasy…caring 
little for any who would stumble upon the path.

Legolas was harder than he could imagine…his desire apparent as he 
watched the three of them, pleasuring one another, his fingers bound into 
his lover.  He rose onto his knees, turning Elquath onto her stomach…his 
eyes never leaving the three. 

 His hand slid down along his breeches, moving the fabric down to his 
thighs,  pressuring the exquisite shaft…and before he realized what he was 
doing, he slid his shaft deep into his lovers forbidden entrance.  His breath 
was coming hard…he wanted them…he wanted to be in the center of 
them, to feel Haldir deep in his tight pucker.  

Elquath cried out, grasping the earth as Legolas took her mercilessly, 
without the benefit of lubrication.

Haldir dug into the ground with his nails.  “I am so close, Rumil…that 
exquisite mouth of yours is undoing me…Ai!”  He cried out, as if taunting 
Legolas with such passion. 

“Harder!”  Rumil screamed to Orophin, groaning as he licked the tip of 
Haldirs crown.  Orophin obeyed, digging his fingers into Rumils blonde 
mane.  

Legolas obeyed as if Rumil had been speaking only to him.  The Prince 
was undaunted, taking the girl hard enough to crush her…all the while her 
desire was spilled in muffled cries.  Legolas drew the girls hips back into 
his own, his eyes never leaving the three…

“Ai!”  Rumil cried out…Orophin was taking him like a beast all the while 
Rumil stroked himself…and devoured Haldir.   Haldir was writhing on the 
ground like a golden warrior, his eyes rolled back in pure bliss.

“Legolas…more!”  Elquath cried out, bucking back into him. Legolas 
quickened his stride…panting for breath as he watched the Marchwardens.

Orophin exploded deep into Rumil, crying out as he lowed himself to the 
ground.  Haldir slid out of Rumils mouth, grabbing Orophin by the hind 
and sliding his saliva slickened shaft deep into him.  Orophin took Rumils 
length into his throat.  Haldir took Orophin mercilessly…as Rumil came in 
Orophins mouth.  “Ai, Haldir!  You rip me apart!”

“Take all of me…beautiful Prince.  Choke on my length, deep in your 
bowels.”  Haldir cried out with a dark smile as he turned his eyes to the 
direction of the woods….exploding into Orophin, his body shivering in the 
firelight.

“Haldir!”  Legolas groaned, releasing so hard he thought he had touched 
the Valar.  Shaking, he watched as the Marchwardens slowly seperated, 
arrows glistening with lust..dripping with desire onto the forest floor.  
Standing, he drew his breeches back up around his thighs…and leaving 
Elquath, he stumbled through the woods…afraid of the desire that had 
come over him.



*


Legolas bathed in the waters of Lorien, shivering from the strength of his 
desire.  He had been thinking only of the Marchwardens, wanting to be 
any of the two who received Haldir in such a way.  “I infected with a 
sickness…I must cleanse of it.”  Legolas hissed.    In the frigid water, he 
saw Haldirs face…his thick shaft diving hard into his brother.  “No, I must 
not yield to this disease.”  

Aragorn came upon Legolas she bathed in the dark water.  “Are you 
well?”  He was concerned, instantly, laying a folded set of clothing on the 
banks of the water.

Legolas covered his body with the water.  “I am well, Aragorn.  Fear 
nothing for me, simply cleansing after a night with Elquath.”

Aragorn leaned down at the base of the water, laughing.  “Yes, I saw you 
leave with her.  I trust she has kept your..spirits…aloft?”

Legolas tried to force a smile.  “As if there is a doubt?  Excuse me a 
moment longer and I will return to the Talan.”

Aragorn rose, respecting his friends desire to cleanse, “Haldir left you 
clothing, something a bit more formal, it seems.  You left before you could 
accept or decline the invite.”

Legolas looked to Aragorn.  “Invite?”  his blood went cold.

“Yes, when the moon is full in the sky…”Aragorn looked up to judge the 
orbs place in the heavens.  “I would say within the hour, the Lord and 
Lady of Lorien have asked we gather and share drinks with them, to toast 
the fellowship?”

Legolas knew he had to attend.  Aragorn returned to the Talan as the 
Prince rose from the water and slipped on the clothing left for him on the 
banks of the water.  Returning to the Talan, the Fellowship was aglow 
with the idea of having a toast with the Lord and Lady.  Legolas combed 
through his hair, rebraiding it and adjusted his Tunic.  The Prince was 
clothed in the traditional High Court dress of Lorien, the fabric a pale 
summer sky blue.. giving a strange and yet beautiful light to his eyes.

“Do you think they will have beer there, Laddie?”  Gimli asked, following 
the group toward the Main Hall, high in the trees.   The dwarf was dressed 
in what he had brought with him, as were the hobbits and Boromir.  The 
Lady had been sure to supply Aragorn, her future son in law with 
appropriate clothing to befit the stature she saw within his future.

“I believe so, Gimli.”  Aragorn laughed, clasping a hand against Legolas 
back.  “You have not been yourself since you have come to Lorien, 
Legolas.  Are you well?”

Legolas feigned a sigh.  “I am still sick with the loss of Gandalf.  You 
must forgive me, for I grieve in my own way and the way of my people.”

Aragorn nodded his understanding, leading the Fellowship into the Pale lit 
hall of Lorien.

“I have never seen its like.”  Sam was in awe, his mouth agape at his 
surroundings.

“Nor I.”  Frodo answered Sams amazement.  Even the Ringbearer felt at 
peace in this place.

“It is not the Hall of Kings in Gondor, but equally impressive.”  Boromir 
smiled, clasping his hand against Gimlis shoulder.

Legolas entered behind the fellowship, trying to hide the shame for his 
desires.

“Welcome, Fellowship of the Ring.  It our honour to celebrate you, on this 
night in Lorien, with a toast and a fond wish.”  Galadriel smiled as elves 
brought the room, drinks.

“May your hearts be light, this night of peace.  For you will replenish 
yourselves and be prepared for all that shall meet you upon the path, when 
soon you depart here.”  Celeborn added, hoisting his drink up high.

“To the Fellowship.”  Aragorn raised his glass, as did all others in the 
room.  Each taking a draught of the fine elvish spirits, a stock from 
Rivendell, as much as Aragorn could tell.

Music and laughter accompanied the gathering and the Hobbits began to 
dance and sing as they had at the Inn of the Green Dragon, so long ago.  
Legolas stood back, his velvet cloak falling over his shoulder, sipping his 
drink…and not hesitating to take another as it passed his fancy.  Haldir 
and his brothers were standing close at the far corner of the Hall.  Haldir 
sipped his wine, looking dangerously to Legolas.  And slowly, he crossed 
the distance to stand before the Prince.

“You have become scarce, Legolas.”  Haldir smiled, taking a drink from 
the passing Elf.

Legolas looked up, turning his eyes from Haldir…instead, he found 
Orophin and Rumil sipping their wine, whispering to each other.  He could 
not get the memory of what he had seen out of his head.

“I have been locked in grief.”  Legolas cleared his throat.

“I thought you would come to us in the woods.”  Haldir sipped, speaking 
quietly.  “I have missed your company…and your counsel.”

“Forgive me, Haldir.  If you wish my counsel, I am here now.”  Legolas 
finally met Haldirs eyes and felt an instant flush come to his cheeks.

“Step outside with me.”  Haldir commanded over the rim of his glass.

Legolas stood tall, taking a long draught from his drink, replacing the now 
empty glass with a fresh one, following Haldir out onto the balcony 
overlooking Lorien.  They were alone.

“You wished my counsel, Haldir?”  Legolas asked, begetting his royal air.  
Haldirs nearness, the scent of arousal was still in the air around 
him…from only an hour or so before…when he had spied his brothers, 
locked with him in pleasure, in the core of the woods.

“You have been to the woods, Legolas.  Though you will tell me you have 
not been.”  Haldir leaned back against the balcony, studying Legolas, his 
posture was that of a warrior…  and the Prince wanted him, hard and bare 
upon the balcony.  This thought scared him…

“I do not know what you speak, Haldir.”  Legolas stood tall, cocking his 
head to the side, arrogantly.  But his arrogance, though grand to behold, 
was nothing in comparison to the Marchwarden of Lorien.

“We are warriors, Legolas.  Lies do not become us.  You have been to the 
woods, I have seen you there twice.  Tell me of what you saw.”  Haldir 
drew himself a step closer to Legolas, scenting the air for weakness…only 
to find it.

“I found you and your brothers, as you expected.  Why did you invite me 
there to witness such disgusting displays of desire?  Not only did you 
have…male lovers but one another!” Legolas was careful to keep his 
voice low.

“And did you like what you saw, my Prince?”  Haldir smiled, darkly, 
moistening his lips slowly…till it was all Legolas could do to not turn 
away.

Legolas met his eyes but denied his desire.  “That is not my taste.”  He 
said, simply.

“Then why do I feel your heat as sure as I breath the air?”  Haldir hissed, 
stepping dangerously close to Legolas now.  “You pleasured yourself to 
watching me..twice, Legolas.  I could taste your seed on the wind as it 
passed into the ground…and the girl.”

“I know nothing of what you speak!”  Legolas raged.  

Haldir closed his distance to the Prince till not a single breath of air could 
pass between their bodies.  He leaned toward Legolas ear, breathing into it 
with his words.  “Then why are you hard enough for me to feel you?”

Legolas could not deny the rise of his..desire.  “Stop this, Haldir.  
Remember your station.”  He hissed, feeling weakened.

“Did you hear me call out to you tonight, Legolas?  Then you know I want 
you wrapped about my arousal, now, this instant.”  Haldir pressed his hips 
against Legolas.  Two swords clashing in the Lorien night.

Legolas lowered his eyes.  “I said to Stop this, Haldir.  I will not warn you 
again.”

The marchwarden laughed, pressing his fingers below Legolas 
chin…forcing him to look into his eyes.  “And if I do not?”

“I will finish this discussion with a flurry of arrows.  You invade my 
privacy and the respect of my station.  Back yourself down.”  Legolas 
growled.  His desire was seething…

Haldir lingered, his breath hot on Legolas lips.  “As you wish.  If it is your 
wish.”  He was close enough to kiss the Prince, for he felt the tension hot 
in the air.

“It is.”  Legolas hissed.

Haldir backed away, slowly, with a smile across his lips.  “You will see it 
differently by the end of the night, trust in this.  I will be watching you.”

With that, Haldir stepped inside, his cloak sparking up on a fury of wind.  
Legolas grasped onto the railing with one hand, breathing in hard…and 
taking a long draught of his forgotten drink.

*


The gathering was in full swing as Legolas returned to the Fellowship.  
Each was pleasantly sweet on Elvish wine and even Aragorn joined the 
group in a round of dance upon the floor.  He swung Galadriel with a 
smile upon his face, enjoying the moment where he was not Ranger or 
King, but Man.

Legolas sat back, drinking harder than before, until his senses 
were…tingled.  The Marchwardens were no where to be found, no place 
near to taunt him and expose his weakness.  He excused himself from 
Gimli and Boromir and sought the bathroom.  Opening the door, what he 
found sent him into a shock.  Rumil and Orophin…were engaged in the 
acts of pleasure…  Rumil had his mouth full…pausing to glance up to the 
Prince.

“Excuse me…”  Legolas stumbled, his back hitting the wall.  He failed to 
see Haldir, pleasuring himself to the site of his brothers, in the far corner 
of the bathroom.

“Make no apology…”  Orophin hissed, shoving his shaft deep into Rumils 
mouth.  “You are free to join us…Ahhh Rumil, yes…there…, if you will, 
Legolas!”

The offer was…unbelievably tempting…to see Rumil with a cock buried 
deep in his throat, as Orophin writhed, his back against the wall of the 
bathroom.  Legolas drew himself to stand behind Rumil…running his 
fingers through the Marchwardens hair…meeting Orophins in the process.  
His desire pressing against Rumils back.  “So sweet is the sound you play 
upon his flute!”  Legolas hissed, his arousal threatening to burst the 
stitches of his leggings.  He was drunk, he did not care what either of them 
thought of him, or his desires, at that moment.

“We have waited for this moment, Legolas!”  Orophin growled, using his 
nails to scratch down Legolas hand.  The Prince slid his other hand down 
his breeches, withdrawing his arousal…and stroking it….with incredible 
desire.

Rumil turned, abandoning Orophins shaft to take Legolas into his mouth.  
Orophin lowered his brothers breeches, sliding his desire deep into Rumils 
entrance.  “Ai!”  Rumil hissed against Legolas shaft, taking him hard into 
his throat.

Legolas leaned back against the wall for support, bucking his hips into 
Rumils mouth.  “You feel so good.”  He hissed, his eyes rolling back.

Haldir gasped for breath, the fire of desire strong in his eyes as he watched 
his brothers with Legolas.  He wanted him…to bend him over and make 
him scream his name in pleasure…but not yet…not yet.

Orophin watched Legolas, pumping harder into his brothers core, feeling 
as if he might go out of his mind.  “You are so beautiful Legolas, how 
hard I could take you…”  He hissed.

Rumil moaned against Legolas shaft, his fingers sliding between the 
Princes’ thighs, cupping his tender sac.  

Legolas shivered, bucking his hips harder into Rumils awaiting mouth.  
“Where is Haldir, I want him…I want him to fuck me until I am torn 
asunder!”

Haldir rose, hearing Legolas.  “I have been here this entire time, enjoying 
the site of my brothers…and you, my beautiful Prince.”  

Legolas rolled his head back, Rumils mouth was demanding and inviting.  
“I can deny it no longer, Haldir…I want you…I have wanted you for more 
time than I have known…but I did not…think that you…nor did I think 
that I…”  Legolas moaned as Haldir rose, moving behind Legolas to lock 
the bathroom door.

“Tell me you want me while my brother uses his mouth to fuck you, 
Legolas.  Plead for me to take you the way you have desired.”  Haldir 
hissed, lowering his breeches to his thighs as he came behind Legolas.

“Please, Haldir…let me feel you so deep within me.”  He hissed, feeling 
Haldir behind him…his hard shaft pressed into his back…Haldir slowly 
lowered Legolas’ breeches to his knees.

“Ohh Legolas, how I have longed to hear you say that.”  Haldir hissed, 
lifting his fingers to Legolas mouth.  The prince suckled them eagerly, his 
head rolling aback in the passion Rumil gave.

“I think Rumil has had enough of you, Legolas, let Orophin have a taste.”  
Haldir hissed, sinking down to his knees and spreading Legolas firm 
cheeks.  Orophin cried out at the thought, sliding down to his knees as 
Rumil came behind him…sliding his length hard in.

Orophin took Legolas length now, his mouth hot with suction!  Haldir 
slipped his tongue between the Princes’ cheeks, tasting his musky scent of 
arousal.  “Your pleading me to fuck you, I can taste it in that tight pucker 
of yours!”  Haldir cried out, even as Legolas took Orophin by the hair.

Rumil pounded hard into his brother, forcing Orophin to choke on Legolas 
length. 

“Ahhh, so hot a mouth…never have I felt such suck!  I will cum, I swear 
it…No, Orophin…please…”  Legolas hissed, pumping his hips back into 
Haldir.

“Cum for him, Legolas, cum so that I can take this tight entrance and do 
with it as I will!”  Haldir hissed, sliding a finger deep into the Prince.

Legolas leaned back into Haldir, his body shaking….his tensions releasing 
into Orophins hot mouth…but his lips would not relent even after he had 
spilled his seed.  “Ai, I can take no more!”  Legolas cried out.

Haldir rose from the Princes’ tender ass.  “Find your pleasure, brothers.  I 
shall take him now.”  The Marchwarden hissed.

Orophin cried out as Rumil fucked himself deep into Orophins tight hole.  
Their cries filled the bathroom as Haldir bent Legolas over.

“I can go no more.  I am spent.”  Legolas hissed, panting for breath.

“You can and you will, watch how beautiful my brother Rumil fucks…”  
Haldir hissed taking Legolas by the hips.  He sank himself in one hard, 
unbelievably swift motion, deep into Legolas’ tight entrance.  “Ai, by the 
Valar, you are tight…and I am the first to fuck you!”

Legolas cried out, the pain was excrutiating…even as Haldir hit hard into 
his core, rubbing a spot that instantly had him aroused once more.  “Ai, 
Haldir…it hurts so good, Ohh I am choking on you from inside…”

Rumil and Orophin writhed in the throes of passion, clawing at the ground 
as they heard Legolas’ cries fill the air.

“Tell me how deep you feel me, cry my name, PRINCE.”  Haldir hissed.  
Legolas was so unbelievably tight, he could barely keep his focus.

“Ai, deep…so deep I feel you in my bowels…Haldir…Ai, HALDIR!”  
Legolas cried out, grasping his ankles, bucking his hips back into the 
Marchwarden.  “I swear I will cum if you hit that spot again, 
please…slowly, please.”

Haldir grasped Legolas by the hair, pulling him to a nearly upright 
position.  His free hand controlled the Princes’ hips, as he buried himself 
deep into Legolas.  “Oh you are so tight, I will coat your walls in but 
minutes!”

Legolas groaned, his half slit eyes watching the two brothers fuck on the 
floor before him.  “You feel so good, Haldir!  Oh, Valar!”  Legolas was 
going out of his mind, arching hard into Haldirs thrusts to feel him deeper, 
till he swore he broke in half as the Marchwarden lifted him to a nearly 
upright position.

Haldir rubbed the spot deep in Legolas over and over again, forcing the 
Prince to whimper and shiver uncontrollably.  “You are mine, say it, 
Legolas, say it or I will stop now and leave you bleeding on the floor!”  
Haldir slid his hand around Legolas throat, forcing the Princes’ head back, 
violently.

Legolas wanted anything but for Haldir to stop.  “Take what you will of 
me, Haldir!  I feel you…Oh, by the valar, I am going out of my mind…I 
am close, you bring me there again!”  Legolas cried.  

Haldir slowed his pace as the Prince groaned, panting for breath.  “Please 
don’t stop…Haldir!”

“I will make you cum again after you swear you are mine and will have no 
other lover so deep in you.  Say it!”  Haldir hissed, biting down on 
Legolas shoulder.

Legolas was out of his mind, panting…with tears of need welling in his 
eyes.  “Yours Haldir…god please, don’t stop, yours, no other will take me 
so deep…please…”

Rumil was close to release, plunging deep into Orophin as he cried out, 
writhing and pleasuring himself to his brothers ministrations.

Haldir laughed, darkly, taking Legolas hips and bringing them hard into 
his, impaling the prince on his sword.  Legolas screamed as Haldir hit the 
spot, hard, rubbing it with the tip of his crown, with each vicious thrust.  
“Cum, my prince.  Cum all over them!  Bathe them in your seed and 
watch how they fight to devour it!”

Legolas could hold it back no more.  Haldir grasped his aching shaft as he 
came..directing the spray upon his brothers…who were releasing, 
together…bound upon the floor.  Rumil and Orophin lapped at the hot 
spray, even as Legolas panted, writhing.

The tight entrance convulsed on Haldirs length and he could bare no more.  
“I mark you with my seed, Legolas.  No other.  Ever, shall cum within 
you.”  Haldir growled, bending Legolas at the waist as he 
writhed…sending his seed deep into Legolas core.




*


The Prince of Mirkwood fell back against Haldir, gasping for breath.  
Haldir brought him up into his arms.  “Tell me how you feel, Legolas.”  

“I have never been so…so fulfilled…”  Legolas whimpered, drunk on 
such intense desire.

“Go forth, my brothers and prepare the back way.  I will take him to my 
quarters.”  Haldir ordered and his brothers followed.  

Legolas readjusted himself, cleansing his face with cool water.  All the 
while, Haldir smiled in arrogant satisfaction…for he had turned the Prince 
from his royal aires, after one solid night of pleasure.  After a moment, the 
two brothers knocked thrice upon the door to signal the area was clear.

“Come, Legolas.  The evening will continue in my quarters.”  Haldir said.  
“I have not had my fill of you, yet.”

Legolas looked up as Haldir unlocked the door.  “I don’t know that I can 
do this again.”  There was guilt in his voice.  “I should return to my 
friends, post haste.”

“You can blame it on the wine, my pretty Elf lord.  But you will join me 
or I will come for you before your fellowship.  You will not deny me my 
pleasure and fill of you.”  Haldir said, harshly, placing his hand on the 
Princes’ shoulder.  “You have one hour to make your excuses to your 
friends.”

With that, Haldir left Legolas alone and shaking…coursing hard with the 
pleasure he had felt and the guilt for what he had done in the name of his 
pleasure.

Stepping out of the bathroom after more moments than he could count, 
Legolas crossed the distance to meet with the Fellowship.  “The Hobbits 
have tasted too much wine.”  Aragorn laughed as Boromir hefted Merry 
and Pippin onto his broad shoulders.  “They return to the Talan.  I should 
fetch Gimli, for the Lord and Lady presented him with dwarvish grog they 
have had for a long while.  They warned him of the potency, but Gimli 
payed it little mind.”  Aragorn laughed.

Legolas nodded.

“You have been gone long, Legolas.  Are you sick on the wine as well?”  
Aragorn asked, patting Boromir on the upper arm as he carried the 
Hobbits from the scene of their excesses.

“Not nearly enough.”  Legolas said, turning his eyes to the serving elf as 
he passed the way through the room, taking a glass and downing it 
quickly….only to take another.

“Slow down, my friend, or I will be carrying you from this gathering.  
Will you be returning to the Talan with us or have you business 
elsewhere?”  Aragorn sipped his own drink, slowly.

“I..will be along shortly.  I have promised to spend some time 
taking..Counsel from the Marchwardens before they return to patrol.  I 
may go with them, I have yet to know what my course of action will be.”  
Legolas tried to hide his guilt and the sense of desire rising through him as 
the hour was filtering away.

“When you find counsel with Haldir, inform him that I wish to see him, in 
private before we depart, the day after tomorrow.  I wish any news he will 
have heard from those traveling near the borders of the golden wood.”  
Aragorn patted Legolas on the shoulder.  “The Lord and Lady have taken 
leave and will meet with us on the morrow for breakfast to discuss what 
they have foreseen.”

“I will be there, either way.”  Legolas tried to smile, placing his hand on 
Aragorns shoulder.  

“Till then.”  Aragorn nodded, turning to collect Sam and Frodo, who had 
not taken such excesses as their kin.  “On your feet, Gimli.  We have a 
distance to walk.  Come.”

Gimli slurred something in his own tongue, raising upon his feet and 
following Aragorn and the Hobbits as they departed the scene.

Legolas stood for a time longer, drinking his fill of the Elvish wine until 
once more he could handle the feelings coursing through him.  ~ it is only 
pleasure, there are no ties that bind for pleasure.  Yet, I feel disgusted for 
what I have done...and what I have witnessed the Marchwardens do to 
their own blood.  It is wrong for them to engage one another in such 
pursuits of pleasure…yet I can not seem to tear myself away. ~  The 
Prince said to himself, even as his feet found the path to Haldirs quarters.  
He knew the way, for long ago he spent much time with the 
Marchwardens while visiting the Golden Wood and learning the ways of 
his Lorien Kith.

*


Legolas knocked softly on the door, placing his hands before him as 
Orophin gave him entrance.  “Come in, My Prince.”  He smiled, closing 
the door behind Legolas and softly running his fingers down the arm of 
Legoals’ tunic.  The Prince looked to him, his eyes admonishing so free of 
a touch upon him.  Orophin withdrew his fingers with a dark smile.

Haldir was laying back on his bed, sipping a drink as Legolas entered.  
“You nearly pushed the mark of the hour, Legolas.  I was afraid I would 
have to come for you before your friends.  Pour yourself a drink, the 
glasses are on the dresser to your right.  ”  Rumil turned to watch Legolas 
approach, his head resting on Haldirs clothed thigh…though his fingertips 
teased the Elder Marchwardens length, sensually.  Orophin returned to the 
floor where he had been sitting, running his hands through Rumils hair 
and across his jaw…where Rumil licked the tip of such delicious fingers.

“Why do you do this to each other?  It is wrong to take your kin in such 
displays, you realize this?”  Legolas said, standing stone still in the midst 
of the display.

“We are not exclusive to each other, Legolas.  It is not as if we are at risk 
of producing elflings with the same blood.”  Haldir smiled, sipping his 
drink, his eyes lowering slightly as Rumil teased his fingertips along his 
slowly growing length…his touch was feather soft and tormenting.

“But you are brothers, raised together from the same parents.”  Legolas 
insisted, making a drink for himself and downing it quickly.

Orophin leaned back, draping his leg over Rumils lap.  With his fingers, 
the youngest Marchwarden produced a long stem pipe.  From the pouch at 
his side, he withdrew a sweet scented herb, one Legolas recognized for its 
healing properties, often found in tea.  He knew it could be smoked, he 
had tasted it with them before, and it was a natural relaxant.

“We are brothers, yes.  There is no shame to our desires, Legolas.  You 
mistake what you see.  We are not in love nor bound to one another, save 
by our lineage.”  Haldir licked his lips as Rumil brushed his palm across 
his desire before taking the pipe Orophin offered him.  Rumil inhaled 
deeply and passed the offering to Haldir…before returning to his teasing.  
Haldir spread his legs wider, leaning back on one arm.  “We have tastes 
we wish to display in trust with each other.  Surely you know of Elladan 
and Elrohir in Rivendell?”  Haldir inhaled the natural herb, watching 
Legolas face.  “Or perhaps not?”

Legolas was even more shocked.  “The twins heirs of Imladris?  They 
do…this?”

“Yes, Legolas.  Usually they are rather exclusive to each other, though 
they have been taught much by Glorfindel and of course, Erestor.  Surely 
you knew Lord Elrond takes Erestor and Lindir to his bed?”  Haldir 
smiled, offering the pipe to Legolas.  “Come and sit beside me.”

Legolas at first did not move, letting everything Haldir said register into 
his thoughts.  After a long moment, he sat down on the bed beside the 
elder Marchwarden, his elbows on his knees.  “I had no idea.”

“Well it is not something either Lord would shout out to the world?”  
Rumil laughed, turning his head toward Legolas as he kissed along Haldirs 
inner thigh.  Orophin half cocked a grin, his fingers slowly undoing 
Rumils tunic to feel his skin.

“And what does Elrond say of his sons? Of himself?  And the Evenstar, is 
she involved in such…indiscretions?”  Legolas took the pipe from Haldirs 
hand, taking a long draught of the smoke and passing it back to Orophin.

“He does not know of what sport his sons find in each other, that is for 
sure.”  Orophin laughed.  “Yet the Lord of Imladris knows his sons dabble 
in delights with other elf lords.  He cares little, so long as each produce for 
him an heir to continue the line…and their indiscretions remain…quiet.  
Why do you think they spend so much time in Lorien?  It has little to do 
with this being the place of their mothers birth, though that is what they 
will say.”

“Elrond has nothing to say for himself, his affairs are kept very silent.  The 
Evenstar is true only to her Estel.  She takes no other lover and is unaware 
of what goes on at the Last Homely House when the stars ride over the 
sky.   Her thoughts and her desire lieonly with the Ranger.”  Haldir 
watched Legolas exhale, the smoke slipping from between his lips.  

Rumil took his pull, passing once more to Haldir.  “Ahh, such sweet 
relaxation falls over my body.”  He moaned, licking up Haldirs straining 
length, whetting his breeches with his tongue.  Haldir moaned softly, his 
eyes lowering in pure delight.  Orophin shifted on the floor, resting his 
head in Rumils lap, his hand delving between Rumils legs.

Legolas took a second pull of the pipe and the embers burned down.  
Setting it on the floor at his feet, he felt the sweet smoke fill his system, 
untensing his muscles.  “So you three do this, with one another, every 
night?”  He said, leaning back on his elbow, his legs bent over the edge of 
the bed.

“We engage ourselves such, when our time comes to be cautious.  We 
have no desire to spread our tastes through the world of thought, here in 
Lorien.  At times, our lovers are unable to fulfill our desires and can not 
meet us for the night, we pass the time in pleasure with each other.”  
Haldir arched his hips slightly to Rumils attention, taking the rest of his 
drink and tossing the glass to the floor, caring little as it shattered.  
Reaching his hand out, Haldir traced his finger tips across Legolas’ 
angular cheek, eliciting a soft pant of breath from the Prince.  “Consider 
this your education to the society of Elves you have known nothing of.  
Even in Mirkwood, delights of the flesh are taken, though they are the 
most subtle of our kith.”

Legolas moistened his lips, his body flooded with sensuality unlike any he 
had known before.

“The She Elves bore you, always pleading for mercy…scared for their 
reputations, manipulative.  You know this to be truth, Legolas.”  Haldir 
exhaled sharply as Rumil cupped his desire, playfully.

Rumil spread his legs beneath Orophins head as his brother tended to his 
need, teasing the aching shaft with his teeth, softly.  “Orophin, you know 
just how to make me shiver…”  Rumil hissed, running his fingers through 
his brothers hair.

“I still enjoy the company of women, I desire them.”  Legolas traced his 
fingertips through Haldirs palm, his eyes shut…his body aching.

“As do each of us.”  Rumil laughed and then moaned softly.  “But they 
can not always fulfill our darker desires.”

“Feel no guilt for what you desire, there is only pleasure to be had.  No 
games of manipulation, only the intrigues of the flesh.”  Haldir hissed as 
Rumil pressed his hot tongue to his groin once more.  “Ahh, how long we 
have watched you in silence…pleasured ourselves to the thought of what 
you would taste like…feel like beneath us…and above us.”  Haldir smiled.  
“You enjoy this desire, this worship, do you not, my spoiled prince?”

“Yes…”  Legolas whispered, tracing Haldirs fingers against his lips, 
letting is tongue taste the tips with soft flicking motions.  

Rumil rose from his seated position between Haldirs legs as Orophin 
crawled out from his brothers lap.  Rumil placed his body between Haldirs 
thighs, taking his mouth…his tongue flickering in and out of the dark 
cavern.  Orophin rose as well, coming behind Rumil, running his hands 
along his brothers arms, pressing his aching need against Rumils back.  
Haldir and Rumil kissed passionately, all the while Legolas lapped at 
Haldirs fingertips, watching them, intently.

“Do you like watching Rumil kiss Haldir?”  Orophin asked, breathing 
against Rumils ear as his fingers claimed his brothers throat.

“Yes..”  his whimper was tortured, eyeing how playful Haldirs tongue 
danced against Rumils.  Haldir opened his eyes, locking them to the 
Prince.

Legolas drew back a breath as Haldir slowly lingered in the kiss.  He is 
tormenting me, Legolas realized and groaned softly.  He could not bare to 
watch this any longer.  Leaning over, the Prince danced his tongue over 
Haldirs lip, even as Rumil kissed him.  Rumil moaned, feeling Legolas 
tongue as he danced within Haldirs mouth.  The Elder marchwarden took 
both of them into his mouth, caressing each with his own…slowly 
drawing away…his eyes lowered in passion as Legolas and Rumil began 
to taste each other…over his body.

“So beautiful to watch.”  Haldir hissed, brushing his fingers through 
Legolas hair.  Jealousy was rising in his eyes.

Rumil moaned into Legolas mouth, biting at his lower lip.  “Like nectar is 
your mouth, Legolas.”

Legolas parted his lips even further…left open as Rumil slid back with the 
urging of Haldirs hand.  “You have tasted him enough, Rumil.  Orophin is 
eager for such wonders your mouth holds.”

Rumil licked his lips.  “Jealous much, my brother?”  he snickered to 
Haldir as Orophin leaned over his shoulder…sliding his fingers under 
Rumils jaw.

“Not as jealous as I am becoming.”  Orophin hissed, running is tongue 
over Rumils lips.

Haldir leaned closer to Legolas.  “Now I will taste you, part your lips, 
Legolas and give me the delicate nectar you gave to my brother.”  Haldir 
took Legolas lips with such softness, the Prince moaned..his tongue 
sliding across Haldirs…desperate to feel him…but Haldir was tormenting 
him..making him shiver..not giving to the kiss as fully as Legolas needed.  
“You do not need me as much as you should.”  Haldir whispered into the 
Princes’ lips.

“Do not tease me.”  Legolas hissed, grasping Haldir by the chin, trying to 
draw the Marchwardens mouth to his, harder.  Haldir pulled Legolas’ 
touch away and laughed, cruelly.  The Prince opened his eyes, seeing 
Rumil and Orophin locked in the most delicious kiss…Orophin pressed 
his fingers between Rumils cheeks, teasing his entrance through the fabric.

“Do you want me, Legolas?”  Haldir said, arrogantly…leaning down to 
take Rumils mouth even as Orophin pleasured it…his hands running down 
Orophins face.

“Yes, Haldir!”  Legolas hissed, “Torment me no longer!”

“So quickly you rise to jealousy.”  Haldir moaned, licking Orophins 
tongue as he withdrew from Rumils mouth.

“as do you.”  Legolas taunted.

“On your knees before me, my prince.”  Haldir growled.  “Take me in that 
hot mouth of yours and show me how you yearn for my kiss.”

“And what do I receive for such services?”  Legolas licked his lips, his 
eyes falling on Haldirs length pressing through his breeches.

“My brothers will decide, quite eagerly.”  Haldir hissed with need as 
Rumil and Orophin smiled…wantonly.

Legolas slid to his knees, pressing himself between Haldirs thighs.  “I 
have never done this before…”  he whispered as he lowered Haldirs 
breeches to his knees.

“Do not bore me with such triffling she elf ways, Legolas.”  Haldir 
growled, taking Legolas by the back of the head and forcing himself deep 
into Legolas mouth.  The Prince nearly choked on his length, his eyes 
wide.  “Ahh such a hot mouth you have, now put it to use.”

Legolas did just that.  Puckering his cheeks, he created such immense 
suction on Haldirs need, that the Marchwarden fell onto his back.  The 
Prince claimed his shaft, sliding his tongue on the underside of Haldirs 
length…forcing the Marchwarden in and out of his lips.

“Ai, you suck me as though you have taken 100 elf lords into your lips!”  
Haldir grasped the bedsheets, tearing them from their anchor.

Orophin knelt to the side of Legolas, lowering his breeches and wrapping 
a hand about his length…as Rumil slowly inserted a finger into the 
princes’ tight pucker.  “Ahh how his entrance spasms at my breech.  Tight 
and sweet is his ass!  I smell Haldirs seed all over him.”

Orophin slowly slid his free hand up Legolas body, beneath his tunic.  
Rumil leaned in to take Orophins lips as he tended Legolas..feeling the 
Prince arch back into the invading digit.

Faster, the Prince moved on Haldirs length, twisting his head slightly like 
a corkscrew, his hand tight about the base of the Marchwardens shaft as 
Haldir nearly jolted out of his skin.  Legolas could feel him shivering 
beneath his lips.  “Enough!”  Haldir cried out, pushing Legolas back.  
“Another moment and I would explode in that hot mouth.”  He panted.

Rumil drew Legolas back across the floor  as Orophin bent to taste the 
Princes’ weeping desire.  “His need is hot, yes…Rumil, show him what 
desire awaits him.”  Orophin released his mouth and slid himself before 
the Elf Lord.  “Guide yourself into me.”  He hissed.

Legolas moaned, using his hand to guide him into Orophin…  “So hot…as 
sweet as Velvet!”  He cried out, arching his thrusts, forcing Orophin to 
grasp Haldirs spread legs to keep himself from falling over.  Rumil did not 
waste time and sunk his heat hard into the prince.  “Ai!”  Legolas cried 
out….Rumils thrusts forcing him deeper into Orophins core.

Haldir bent, his eyes never leaving Legolas..taking Orophins need into his 
hand…stroking him with such expertise that Orophin felt himself closer 
than he believed he could be, so quickly.  “Ai, Legolas fucks like a 
beast…”  he cried out.

“And is tight as my hand in a fist!”  Rumil cried out, dragging Legolas 
back into his need.
“I grow so close already, what magick he holds between these cheeks.”

“Ahh, Haldir…I am hot…”  Legolas hissed in the center of the train of 
delights.

“You will not cum inside of him, Rumil.  Spill your seed elsewhere.”  
Haldir growled, becoming increasingly possessive.

“As you wish, brother.”  Rumil groaned, freeing Legolas of his tunic.

“Do you like this…Haldir…watching me…take Orophin….and groaning 
in need of Rumil?”  Now Legolas was tormenting him.

Haldir growled, working Orophin like a beast.  “Expell into my fingers, 
beautiful Orophin.”  The elder Marchwarden took Orophins mouth, his 
eyes never leaving Legolas.

Orophin cried out, Rumils strength within Legolas was forcing the Prince 
so deep into his entrance, he could have passed out….  Crying into Haldirs 
mouth, Orophin let his seed free in his brothers palm.  Rumil, felt the 
convulsions of Legolas’ desire within Orophin, sending  him over the 
edge.  He pulled out, his seed spraying down Legolas back.

Legolas dropped to all fours, panting from need and frustration.  “I am not 
yet done!”  He cried out, digging his nails against the floor.  

Rumil fell back laughing as Orophin layed himself back, panting for 
breath.  “Seems the Prince has become quite the whore.”

Haldir drew Legolas up from his position on the floor, pressing the 
Princes’ body between his legs.  “Your need is so great, is it not, my 
Prince?”  He tormented, running his fingers through Legolas’ golden 
mane.

“Yes, Haldir…”  He said weakly.  “Will you not have me?”

Haldir layed back upon the bed.  “No, I will not have you.  You have 
taken  Rumil into you, when I have claimed you as mine.  You will 
receive no pleasure from me.”

“Haldir!”  Legolas hissed, crawling atop Haldir..rubbing his shaft against 
Haldirs own…the friction was too delightful.

“I have said no.”  Haldir threw him over onto his side on the bed.

Legolas groaned, his hand moving to his own pleasure.  Orophin and 
Rumil could not help but laugh…having never seen their brother 
so..possessive.  Haldir drew up onto his knees, taking Legolas hand away 
from his aching shaft.  “You will receive no pleasure on my bed, this 
night.”

Legolas felt the chills of frustration ice up his spine.  “You can not leave 
me like this…it is agony!”

“Oh, cant I?”  Haldir smiled, arrogantly, sliding off the bed. “Rumil, take 
his arms and hold him here.  Orophin, present yourself to me.”

Rumil slid onto the bed, straddling Legolas and holding his hands down.  
“Tisk, my Prince.  You have violated an oath given to Haldir in but an 
hour of time.”

Orophin rose from the floor and layed himself on the bed, beside Legolas.  
Haldir took Orophins legs over his shoulders, kneeling one knee upon the 
bed…sliding himself into his brother with such ease.  “Watch the fuck I 
give to him, Legolas.  It was meant for you…and you will receive none of 
it.”

Legolas could not turn his eyes away.  Haldir slid so deep into Orophin 
that the elf grimaced in pain…yet, panting for more.  “Do not torment me 
so, Haldir.  Damn you!”  Legolas struggled against Rumil but could not 
break free.

Haldir leaned down and took Orophins mouth, his hips nearly forcing 
Orophin up the wall with such passion.  Rhythmic and dark, Haldir 
groaned, turning his eyes to Legolas.  “Ai, Gilboreth, My Prince…what a 
hot fuck you have lost…ai…so close, Legolas…can you taste it?  Keep 
your eyes to me.”  Haldir tormented.

Legolas could not bear it, Haldir was calling his name as he took 
Orophin…giving him the pleasure that was meant for the Prince.  “Haldir 
please…”  He hissed.

“Oh…you desire to see my seed flow…Ai…it cums…it cums so hard, I 
could drown you!”  Haldir hissed, withdrawing from Orophin and letting 
his nectar spill over his chest.  Legolas was panting for breath…

Haldir leaned down, lapping the seed from Orophin with long, hot tongue 
strokes.  Rumil released Legolas and rose, slipping his tunic over his 
breeches.  “Looks like it was a good one, Haldir.”  He chuckled.

Once Orophin was licked clean, he rose regaining his clothing.  “What 
shall we do with the Prince now?  Hmm?  He is desperate to explode, look 
into his eyes.”

Haldir regained his clothing, pulling his breeches up from his knees.  
Legolas was shivering.  “Go forth, my brothers.  I will see to him…and 
join you on watch within the next few moments.”

Rumil and Orophin slid their weapons over their backs, stocking one 
anothers quivers.  They smiled to themselves as they left Haldirs quarters.  
Legolas and Haldir were alone.

“Will you not have me, Haldir?  After all that has happened this 
night…after the torment you inflict upon my body and my mind…will you 
leave me like this?”  Legolas sat up, shaking…his breeches tight and 
threatening to bust through the stitching.

“You will receive no pleasure from me, Legolas.  Rumil has entered what 
I first took.  I will not have you, tasting of him!”  Haldir hissed, his voice 
filling the room in pure anger.

“I can not return like this, I am agony.”  Legolas shivered, his head falling 
into his hands.

Haldir folded his arms before Legolas.  “You may pollute yourself upon 
my floor, but no pleasure shall be found by you, upon my bed.  You will 
not be here when I return.”  Haldir took Legolas hand, licking his palm.  
“That is the only help you will have from me to relieve your..agony.”

With that, Haldir turned and left the room.  Legolas sank to the floor, 
taking his desire into his hand….



*
Part 2


“That was a rather cruel state to leave Legolas.”  Rumil chuckled as he set 
out for the woods with Orophin.

“I have never seen Haldir so…angry…and dare I say, possessive?”  
Orophin looked back over his shoulder.

“What did you expect, my brother?  He has been taken with the Elf Lord 
for more years than my memory serves me.  Do you not recall how of the 
would mutter his name in pleasure, even with us?”  Rumil picked a stem 
of berries from one of the many fruit baring trees along the center of the 
forest.

“I considered it nothing more than fascination, a desire for something he 
could not have.  Harmless.”  Orophin shrugged his shoulders.  

“Far from Harmless, now, brother.  His games are getting quite rough.  He 
hurt you on the bed, did he not?”  Rumil tossed a berry into his mouth.

“Aye, he did.  But the pain did not last long.”  Orophin held his hand out 
for a vein of the branch.

“That is not the point, my beautiful one.”  Rumil handed him a vein of the 
branch of berries, tossing a few more into his mouth.  “Now that Legolas 
has done this and it was quite enjoyable, so sweet a taste and feel does the 
Prince of Mirkwood have.”  Rumil cleared his throat and continued.  
“Haldir will obsess over him, it has already begun.  It will be harmless no 
more.”  The Elf Lord stretched, leaning against a mallorn.  “Can you not 
see that by the way Haldir has denied him his desire.. merely because I 
entered him, even if the promise was only given in pleasure, Haldir is 
forcing Legolas to be bound to it.” 

“Imagine how mad he would have been had you spilled yourself into the 
Prince?”  Orophin shook his head.  “Then his quarrel would have been 
with you, this night.”

“The faster the Fellowship depart from Lorien the better it will be for 
Haldir and for us.  Not to mention Legolas.”  Rumil could hear Haldir was 
near, still a league or more away but gaining ground quickly.

“You speak as if you fear him, Rumil?”  Orophin raised a brow.

 Rumil kept his voice low, seeing Haldir now in the near distance.  “I do 
not fear Haldir.  I fear what our brother is capable of doing.  He has 
desired Legolas for so long that now the Prince is in his clutches, there is 
no telling what he can do.  Day after tomorrow the Ring goes forth and 
with luck, all this shall pass.”

“I am here, brothers!”  Haldir said, closing distance to them.  

“How is our guest faring, Brother?” Orophin asked, tossing a bit of berry 
into his mouth.

“He suffers in agony, writhing upon my floor for fear of polluting my 
bed.”  Haldir said arrogantly.  “He will learn to adhere to promises made 
in passion.”

“Isnt that a bit harsh, considering he is new to this pleasure?  It is a shame 
to leave him in such a way.”  Rumil said, looking to his brother.

“You seethe at the idea of to finish him off, do you not, Rumil?”  Haldir 
growled, glaring to his brother.

“I would not violate your ardor a second time.  I had no idea you were 
going to hold Legolas to his words.”  Rumil shrugged, seeing a light of 
insanity in Haldirs eyes.

“You took him easily enough the first time.”  Haldir hissed, narrowing his 
eyes.

Orophin could now see precisely what Rumil had said, it was coming to 
pass right before him.  “Perhaps it is just best to forget Legolas.  I am sure 
by now, he is frustrated beyond his own understanding.  We will let him 
be, will we not Haldir?”

Haldir turned his icy glare to Orophin.  “I will leave him be, when I have 
finished with him and not before then.  Let us begin patrol.  Lorien will 
not guard itself.”  Haldir stormed off, climbing to the nearest flet.

Orophin and Rumil looked to each other, exchanging understanding 
glances…and found their own individual flets to accompany to be alone in 
thought for the night.  When the Prince finally succumbed to Haldir, only 
then would the pain and anguish for them all, end.  It could well mean the 
end of Haldir as their lover, as well.

*

Legolas returned to the fellowship, sliding into the Talan.  He was freshly 
bathed and cleansed, the coldness of his hair pressing long down his back.  
He said nothing as he slipped into his bedroll, leaving his own tunic on the 
ground beside him.  It felt comfortable to be back in the clothing of his 
home woods.  Legolas quieted his thoughts and fell into Reverie, quickly, 
for fear of what he would tell Aragorn in such a tender state.

*
Haldir stood with his back to the Mallorns, overlooking the Flet.  The 
Fellowship slept with the quiet of the Valar, not a single soul stirred, save 
the Prince.  Though he walked in Reverie, Legolas shuddered in his 
dreams.  The Marchwarden wanted nothing more than to insert himself 
between the Prince and his bedroll, to awaken him with a hand over his 
mouth, stiffing his cries as Haldir took him hard upon the floor with his 
friends close enough to taste it.

“I can feel you want me, Legolas.  Your frustration is like fine wine, your 
desire like a dagger slicing through me.  You will plead at the end, 
beautiful Prince.  You will plead in release that only I can grant you."  
Haldir growled to himself, his nails clawing against the mallorn, sharply to 
keep his desire at bay.  The Marchwarden was losing his mind with need 
for the Prince as the morning hours slowly crept over the Golden Wood.

*

Morning came too quickly.  The hobbits were awake, having already 
cleansed themselves, one at a time.  Boromir returned now, running his 
fingers through his hair.  “Aye, the Elf is up, it seems.”  He laughed, 
buttoning his shirt.

Legolas blinked, sliding out of Reverie and looking up to the ensemble.  

“You slept like the dead, pointy ear.”  Gimli laughed, looking no worse for 
wear for last nights excesses.  Merry and Pippin did not fare as well.  
“Aragorn tried to wake you several times and not so much as a stir.”

“I was quite tired.”  Legolas said, his body sore from his own excesses.  
His mind was a mess, a whirl of frustration and guilt…coupled with 
desire.  He sat up with a slight wince, brushing his fingers through his 
tangled hair, undoing the braids with an easy stroke.

“Are you ready for some breakfast?  The Lord and Lady are prepared to 
share with us what information they have.”  Aragorn trimmed his beard 
with the sharp of his hunting dagger.  

“Aye.”  Legolas rose, his legs still a bit shaky.  Sliding his cloak about his 
shoulders, he rolled up his bedroll and followed the grizzly gathering 
toward the halls of Lorien.

Within the confines of the breakfast hall, the Lord Celeborn and Lady 
Galadriel sat upon high thrones, hands entwined.  Rumil and Orophin 
were at their sides, respectively, standing at attention.

The Fellowship took breakfast with great fervor, which pleased the Lord 
and Lady of Light and Lorien.  One by one, Celeborn and Galadriel spoke 
with them, quietly, go give their best counsel as to the fates that were 
before them.  Galadriel had resigned to see Frodo that evening rather than 
at this present moment, when he was lost in happiness.  Her words of 
warning for him were so sharp they could only be seen in her Mirror.  An 
experience no other should share, save one Ringbearer to Another.

Boromir looked dejected as he left the dais before Lord Celeborn and 
Lady Galadriel.  Without saying a word, Legolas walked before them, 
bowing upon one knee, majestically.

“Prince Legolas Greenleaf.  A time will come when your bow will be 
needed, though fear will strike your heart and the hearts of your dearest 
friends.  Go forth into the darkness, son of Mirkwood and face the 
challenges presented to you or the Fellowship will fail to aid the 
Ringbearer through the task.”  Celeborn spoke softly.

Galadriel smiled.  “Do not let your heart be heavy, Legolas.  All will be 
revealed as it is written.  I give you only one word of thought, beware the 
call of the sea and the gulls that fly above it.  For once you heart has 
touched the waters, you will wish to leave these shores for the Havens.  
Your time is not yet here.”

Legolas bowed his head, taking their words seriously.  “Yes, My Lord 
Celeborn and My Lady Galadriel.  Your wisdom brings joy to my heart 
and warning to my thoughts.  My bow will not fail Frodo and the 
Fellowship.  I have sworn its service and service is what it will give.”  He 
rose, nodding his head once more before returning to the Fellowship.

“What did she say to you?”  Aragorn asked.

“I would fear to say what is in my heart and thoughts, Aragorn.  All will 
come as it is meant to.  Please, my friend, excuse me now, for I have much 
thought to give.”  Legolas smiled to his friends, seated at the breakfast 
table…and turned, leaving them for the Golden Wood.

*

Legolas walked for a time in the Golden Wood, alone, beneath the 
glittering rays of sunlight.  The warmth the sun gave was a blessing from 
the Valar, for winter was releasing its chill, finally.

The Prince of Mirkwood thought of Gandalf and his fall before the Balrog.  
Such sorrow was in his heart, for the loss to the Fellowship.  How could 
they go on without his wise counsel against the Two Towers, united.  How 
could they defeat Sauron and Saruman the Many Colors?  He knew he had 
to trust in Aragorn to find his destiny…that it was somehow linked 
directly to the fate of the ring.  But Legolas had known Aragorn many 
long years and could not see the Dunedain relinquishing his freedom for 
the service of scepter and crown.  So much of what the world could hold, 
was in the hands of a hobbit.  Would that it were Elrond who took the 
quest, Legolas would feel the Elf Lord could resist its powers and 
accomplish the task.  But a hobbit, untrained with nothing but a strength of 
spirit…how could it be done?

Legolas took a sip of water from the brook, letting his hand cup the 
crystalline liquid to his mouth.  And what of Haldir?  He asked himself, 
still unsure of what had happened during the course of the previous 
evening to change his own desires…and be rebuked by the eldest of the 
Marchwardens?

Legolas turned, quickly, hearing footsteps behind him.  As if summoned 
from his thoughts, Haldir appeared, making himself heard…for none 
could detect him if he wished to be silent and unfound.  “I see you are 
significantly better than last evening.”  Haldir smirked, tossing his cloak to 
one side as he lowered himself to one knee, drawing up behind Legolas.

“That is with no help from you.”  Legolas hissed, feeling Haldir put his 
hands upon his shoulders.

“You are quite tense and I would guess, suffering a touch of soreness.  
Your body has never been used in such ways before, has it, Legolas?”  His 
voice was like wine, soft and low…smooth over the flesh.

“And it will never be sore for these activities again.”  Legolas shrugged 
his shoulders, bringing Haldirs hands from his tunic.

“Those are words of frustration, Legolas.  Had you not have violated your 
word, you would have felt the indescribable pleasure you felt earlier last 
evening, in the bathroom…so tight against my body, 
pleading…whimpering like a virgin at first rites.”  Haldir was undaunted, 
his breath hot in Legolas ear.  “You were a virgin until last night, my 
beautiful one.  How you cried for me to have you.  Ai, Legolas.”

“Why do you torment me so, Haldir.”  Legolas melted back against the 
Marchwarden as Haldir reclaimed his shoulders.

“I enjoy it.”  The Marchwarden whispered, arrogantly.  “You have been 
tormenting me for more years than you realize.”  Haldir hissed, removing 
his gloves and tracing his fingertips along Legolas flesh.

Legolas moaned as Haldir moved his fingers down along his throat.  “I 
never tormented you.”  

“Oh how you did, my Prince.  Walking about the Golden Wood, kissed by 
the Sun, laughing and competing so hard against me…when all I wanted 
to do was take you on the archery field before all of Lorien to witness.”  
Haldir moaned.  “I would hear you at night in your rooms, upon the 
grounds…the shrill cries of your whores ringing out over the sky…I could 
smell you inside of them….such agony!”

“I never knew.”  Legolas rolled his head back, moistening his lips.

“Now you know and flaunt your pleasure in my face with my own brother.  
I could snap your throat for such torture.  But you will want only me when 
it is done, you will feel the ache of desire burn so deeply, you will never 
desire another.”  Haldir flicked his tongue against the soft flesh of Legolas 
ear.

Legolas was hard, Haldirs words flowed like velvet on bare flesh.  “I want 
your pleasure now, Haldir.”

Haldir stood, releasing his hold on Legolas.  “Oh, and here you were about 
to recant the paths of pleasure I have taught you.  How fickle is the mind 
in the moment of arousal.”  The Marchwarden laughed.

“I have had enough of your games, Haldir!”  Legolas rose with 
tremendous speed, his movement knocking the Marchwarden off balance.  
Legolas slid himself atop him.  His lips sought Haldirs, his hands moving 
to pin the Marchwarden to the ground.

Haldir broke free of Legolas grasp easily, throwing him over his shoulder 
to land upon his back..on the soft Lorien earth.  “You want me enough to 
lose reason, Legolas?  You have only begun to understand the pain and 
anguish I have suffered for so many hundreds of years.”  Haldir rose, 
removing his cloak.  “Come at me, my Prince.  I will not be responsible 
for scars upon that pretty face.”

Legolas rolled backwards, coming to his feet with agile grace and 
removing his own cloak.  He charged at Haldir, intent to knock him off 
balance once again and caught a fist to his face…a glancing blow, for he 
moved too quickly for Haldir to have used his full strength.

Haldir grasped Legolas, holding him tight against his body, pressing his 
hips into Legolas hind.  His desire, hard and evident. “Ahh do you feel 
that, my beautiful Prince.  You have awoken me with your fearless skill.”  
Haldir hissed sharp into Legolas ear.   “Did you sleep well last night, 
Legolas?  Did you dream of me, beautiful Prince?”  Haldir traced his 
fingertip down the length of Legolas’ jaw.  “Did you writhe for the agony 
of your denial, pleading for me to come for you in the night?”

Legolas bit his lip, fighting back a whimper of pure need…ashamed at his 
weakness, for he had wished that the darkness would find Haldir, desiring 
him.  “I believe I may have dreamt of Rumil…and the exquisite suck 
Orophin gives in the heat of passion.”

Haldir growled, tightening his hold on Legolas throat.  The Prince 
responded with a swift elbow to the midsection, sending Haldir back three 
paces.  The Marchwarden rose, reclaiming his cloak, laughing….taking 
deliberate steps to close the distance between he and Legolas once more.  
“Is that so?”

Legolas leaned back against one of the mallorns, seeing the deadly look in 
Haldirs eyes…a glaze of insanity born of desire and jealousy.  He did not 
move as Haldir approached him, pressing his body tight into the Prince.  
“Hmm if Rumil or Orophin are your desires, why do you rest against this 
tree like a caged beast?  Why do you throb with such hard desire?”  Haldir 
pressed his hips tight to Legolas’, rubbing his arousal against  the Princes’ 
upturned shaft, bracing his hand beside Legolas on the tree.  The 
Marchwarden panted for breath with such teasing contact.  “Ai, 
Legolas…”  he hissed, “I will not find satisfaction until you cry my name 
from the earth to the Havens.”

Legolas lowered his eyes, shivering as Haldir set to grinding his shaft 
against his own.  His body responded, hips bucking in delicate counter 
rhythm.  “Kiss me, Haldir…Or I swear I will take your mouth and never 
release it.”

Haldir could take it no longer.  “Its too much.”  He groaned in pain, 
tracing his tongue against Legolas’ lower lip, feeling the Princes’ hot 
breath over his tongue.  His hands fell at Legolas’ throat, moaning in need.  
“You are poison dripped into an already deadly wound.”  His mouth was 
so tempting, so hot and welcoming…Haldir lapped against his lip with 
slow strokes, tasting the teasing tip of Legolas’ tongue and nearly losing 
itself in the sweetness.

“Why do you restrain…”  Legolas moaned, feeling Haldirs breath hot over 
his lips.

“I do not taste the mouths of my conquests, they are meant for only one 
thing…my pleasure.”  Haldir hissed, still caught in the moment.

“Haldir?”  A voice called out, still some distance from where Legolas and 
Haldir stood, tormenting one another in pleasure.

“The Ranger approaches, Legolas.  Such shame that we are no longer 
alone.”  Haldir laughed arrogantly, sliding the palm of his hand against the 
Princes’ arousal.

Legolas gasped, holding Haldirs hand against his desire.  The Prince 
writhed his hips into the warmth…his face flushing.  “Do not leave me 
here, like this, Haldir.”  The Prince gasped.

Haldir laughed, cruelly.  “Nightfall, my Prince.  I will come for you, 
then.”  The Marchwarden could take it no longer.  He had to have him or 
he would lose what was left of his mind.  Pulling back, Haldir shrugged 
his shoulder, his cloak falling over his arousal.

Legolas groaned, taking a deep breath to calm himself, lowering himself 
to his haunches to hide his obvious…state of arousal.

“Haldir, your brothers told me I would find you not far from Legolas.  I 
must speak with you at length.  Forgive me, I do not wish to interfere, 
Legolas.”  Aragorn came through the woods without an audible footfall, or 
so he believed, for Elven ears could not be deceived.

“Of course, Aragorn.  Legolas and I are finished with our debate.”  Haldir 
turned, bowing to the Prince.

“It is well, Aragorn.”  Legolas managed, watching as Haldir walked off 
with his friend.

*


Legolas could not wait any longer.  The Moon had risen high over the sky 
and he was shivering with anticipation and desire.  The Fellowship 
gathered around, exchanging stories of days long before the Ring had 
come to be known.

“Are you well, Legolas?”  Aragorn looked to the Prince.  “You seem 
distracted.”

“I must find Haldir, I fear my debate is not settled with him.”  Legolas 
rose.  “I will return shortly.”

“We leave early, my friend.”  Aragorn said as the Hobbits sipped some of 
the Dwarven Grog sent for Gimli.

“Thieves!  Unhand it!”  The Dwarf laughed and threatened in one motion.

“I will not be long.”  Legolas said and rose, slipping like a shadow against 
the Mallorns.

*

Legolas walked to the center of the forest once more.  The firelight was a 
beacon, drawing him with shivering legs to where he believed Haldir 
would be.  “Haldir”  he cried out, searching for signs of movement.

With his sharp sight, Legolas could not see Haldir…but instead, he found 
Rumil and Orophin laying sideways upon the floor…with a third party set 
between them.  Rumil took the front of a beautiful Elf Maiden, her body 
gliding against him all the while Orophin tended to her backside.  The she 
elf took them both at the same time, each buried to the hilt within her…all 
the while, Rumil and Orophin tasted one another…over her shivering 
shoulder.

Orophins hands slid down the She-elfs body, reaching for his brother.  
This is torture, you take me so much deeper, so much
He hissed, thrusting wildly into the lass, all the while his eyes never left 
Rumil.

“There is time, beautiful Orophin.”  Rumil groaned, sliding his fingers into 
Orophins hand.  “Ai, Brother, I grow close…I can feel you inside of 
her…yes, cum with me…harder..”

The she elf moaned, enraptured by the double pleasure, never paying more 
than a moment of attention to the brothers dialogue.  Legolas braced his 
hand upon the Mallorn closest to him, watching with fascination and 
growing desire.

Orophin thrusted hard enough to feel his brothers desire between the thin 
skin separating the she-elfs orifice from the other.  “Yes, Rumil, you 
delicious tease…how hard I will take you…Ai, Brother…I 
expel…wanting your tightness around me!”

The two shivered, locked within the tight sheath of their conquest.  Rumil 
sought his brothers mouth, cumming hard within the she-elf…feeling the 
heat from Orophins seed like a flash flood through the lass.

“I can witness this no longer.”  Legolas dug his nails into the tree, forcing 
himself to turn from the scene.  His desire was on edge, dancing through 
his skin like fire.  He had to find Haldir to slake this madness that had 
invaded his flesh.  

The Prince walked back toward the Great Hall of Lorien, pausing to take a 
deep breath and calm his raging desire.  “Haldir.”  He moaned softly, 
pressing his back to the grand Mallorn, feeling defeated.

“I told you I would come for you.”  Haldir spoke into the night, his body 
materializing from the shadows themselves.  “I have followed you since 
you left the Talan.  Your patience and control dangles so close to the 
edge.”  His voice was edgy and wrought with desire.  He closed the 
distance between them, near enough for Legolas to taste the desire in the 
air.  Haldir looked up.  “Guards are on patrol just above us.  I can not…be 
seen with you here.  My Quarters.”  

Legolas nodded, fighting the shiver Haldirs voice brought to his body.  He 
followed Haldir back to his Chambers, stepping in as the Marchwarden 
closed the door behind him.  His eyes never leaving Legolas.

He is playing with me.. Legolas realized as he watched Haldir slowly 
move closer, pressing him back against the wall with agonizing precision.

Haldir traced his fingers through Legolas hair, removing the warriors 
braids to leave his golden mane dangling against his face.  “So beautiful.”  
The Marchwarden moaned, sliding his hips against Legolas…before 
turning and walking deeper into the room.

Legolas moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue.  “You continue to 
torment me, Haldir.”  He managed out, slowly.  He wanted to scream, 
What are you waiting for?

“As your presence in my rooms, torment me.”  Haldir turned his 
fathomless blue eyes to Legolas, his lithe body pressed against the wall, 
tense with desire.

“Ease my torment, Haldir.”  The Prince took steps away from the wall as 
Haldir turned, watching his approach.  Legolas stood before the 
Marchwarden, his shaking fingers slowly unbuttoning Haldirs tunic.

Haldir looked up, his eyes closed, feeling the Prince strip him of his tunic, 
tossing it to the floor.  He wanted Legolas so badly his body simply froze 
at the thought of having him.  What the hell is happening to me?

Legolas opened Haldirs under chemise, running his fingers lightly on 
Haldirs flesh and slowly up to the Marchwardens throat.  “Do I not please 
you, Haldir?”  Legolas moaned against the sensitive flesh at the tip of 
Haldirs ears.  His tongue flicked the lobe.

“You are driving me to distraction.  I am obsessed with you.”  Haldir 
moaned, his fingers sliding into Legolas golden mane.  “Take me in that 
hot mouth of yours, Legolas.”

The Prince slowly slid his body down Haldirs, shakingly lowering the 
Marchwardens breeches to rest against his thighs.  Parting his lips, 
Legolas took the crown of Haldirs swollen desire into the warm 
depths…claiming him inch by glorious inch, until the Marchwarden was 
devoured into his throat.

“Ai, Legolas. That mouth.  My Mouth.”  Haldir hissed, his fingers sliding 
to the back of Legolas head as he pumped his hips in and out of that 
exquisite suction.

Legolas’ moan vibrated along the underside of Haldirs shaft, sending the 
Marchwarden into a flurry of groans.  The Prince claimed him harder, 
deeper….until Haldir pushed him away.  “Another lick of that tongue and 
you would drink me.” 
Legolas licked his lips, the taste of Haldirs seed hot on his tongue.  “I 
would devour you, if you but let me!”

“No.”  Haldir said, trying to regain his control  He turned, walking to the 
bed and laying down across its width.  “Come to me, Legolas.”  The 
Marchwarden whispered, commandingly.

Legolas rose from the floor, shaking and joined Haldir on the bed.  The 
Marchwarden slowly began to strip the Prince of his clothing…his eyes 
feasting on Legolas body, so lithe and muscular.  Haldir passed his 
fingertips over Legolas flesh, feeling the Prince tense and groan, the tip of 
his desire glistening with such delicious pearls.  “Haldir, you set me afire, 
I swear it.  My blood burns!”  Torment.  Pure Torment.

Haldir pushed Legolas back on the bed, stripped free of his clothing…his 
own torn off and discarded upon the floor.  The marchwarden slid his 
body atop the Prince, feeling their skin kiss so intimately.  Legolas cried 
out, his fingers sliding into Haldirs golden tendrils, his head writhing side 
to side with the intensity of the sensation.

Haldir slowly lowered himself, his unbelievably steady hands beginning to 
tremble.  Parting his lips, Haldir did what he never had to another 
lover…he took Legolas into the hot confines of his mouth  The prince 
cried out, his hips arching as Haldirs incredibly velvet lips claimed him in 
succor so exquisite, he swore he would leave his skin.  "Hal..dir…”  

The Marchwarden groaned at the taste of him.  Moaning against the Elf 
Lords tip, Haldir lapped at the crown, sipping his desire as it wept in 
glistening pearls.  He could take no more!  Haldir devoured the Prince 
with tight suction, claiming and reclaiming him into his throat until 
Legolas had to be held down upon the bed by the Marchwardens strength.

Haldir released his mouth, lapping his tongue down along the Princes’ 
tight sac, cupping the tender jewels into the warmth of his mouth until 
Legolas tore at his own hair, pleading to release.  “Not yet. I have not had 
my fill of you, Legolas.”  Haldir commanded, letting the firm jewels slip 
from his lips, letting them trail down the curve of his chin.

The Marchwarden raised Legolas legs, rolling the Prince to his side.  
Licking a trail from Legolas tender jewels, Haldir parted the Elf Lords 
firm cheeks…and let his tongue dance over his quivering pucker.  

The Prince groaned hard as Haldir slipped his tongue into the tight 
entrance.  The marchwarden hissed at the taste of him, his nails spreading 
Legolas’ cheeks further…his tongue going deeper within him.

“I can not bear this attention!”  Legolas writhed at the verge of spilling 
tears of pleasure.  His fingers tore at the bed sheets as he gasped for 
breath.

Haldir was an Elf possessed, tasting Legolas’ quaking entrance with long, 
velvet strokes deep within his core.  “Are you ready for me?”  Haldir 
moaned, shaking as the pleasure he gave to Legolas washed over him.  
Another moment spent worshipping that tight pucker and Haldir would 
have achieved his release without the benefit of assistance.

“Ai, Haldir…please…”  Legolas lower lids were wet with tears of 
indescribable delight.  He was overwhelmed.

Haldir slithered up the Elf Lords shivering body, raising his legs to rest 
over his shoulders.  “Shh, my beautiful obsession, I will ease you…”  
Haldir moaned against Legolas flesh, pressing the tip of his aching desire 
to Legolas’ well prepared entrance.

“Ahh!”  Legolas cried out, panting for breath as Haldir united them with 
agonizing slowness.  The Marchwarden used the last of his control to 
thrust himself to the hilt, inch by beautiful inch.

“I could bury myself…inside of you, and never come forth!”  Haldir 
groaned, holding himself deep within Legolas, his eyes looking into his 
Princes’…

Legolas bucked his hips, feeling Haldir hold that spot of his infinite 
pleasure with the extreme pressure of his hips.  Legolas was writhing out 
of control with Haldirs length pressed to his core so steadily.  “Quiet 
yourself…Feel each inch of me…within you…our flesh…one flesh…”  
Haldir cried out in strangled moans.

The sensation was  spiritual.  Legolas could feel Haldirs length pulsing 
within him, held with such control and stillness…and yet such passion the 
Prince swore he would explode.  

Slowly, Haldir began his thrust, each moan meeting Legolas’ cries.  
“Torment!”  The Prince cried out, needed to feel more of Haldir, 
faster..harder.

Haldir bit his lip, fighting for control.  He lowered his forehead to press 
against the bridge of Legolas’ nose.  Looking up, the two locked eyes, a 
slave to the slow, agonizingly hard thrust.  In that moment, the 
Marchwarden slid his tongue along Legolas’ lips…parting them.  The 
Prince moaned into Haldirs mouth, his tongue sliding against Haldirs 
velvet kiss…feeling the Marchwarden take his lips with such commanding 
softness, it drove Legolas to insanity.

Haldir lost all sense of control within the confines of Legolas’ lips, 
drinking the sweet nectar as though no finer wine had been poured, from a 
chalice no golden court could craft.  “Ai!”  Haldir moaned, his body 
yielding to pleasure, thrusting into him with such ferocity, he swore he 
would release himself.

“I will have you deeper than this…”  Haldir groaned, sliding out of 
Legolas, his body shaking uncontrollably.  He took his lovers mouth once 
more, panting, his weeping length poised at Legolas entrance.  “..I will 
have you..inside of me.”

Legolas placed his hands on the either side of Haldirs face, drinking his 
kiss as though it was the only thing that could sate him.  Haldir pulled 
away slowly, rolling onto his back.
Legolas gave no second thought to fear, rolling atop his lover…he 
mimicked Haldirs movements, placing the marchwardens legs over his 
shoulders.

Pressing the tip of his crown against Haldirs pucker, Legolas 
hesitated…looking down in the eyes of his beautiful Marchwarden.

“Another moment… and I will…burst.”  Haldir cried out, giving the 
Prince no quarter for debate or fear…and impaled himself on Legolas’ 
thick shaft.  “Ai, by the Valar!”  Haldir cried out.  Never had anyone taken 
him… never had he desired it…the sensation was…bliss.

Legolas thrust to the hilt within his lover, desire overshadowing any 
moment of hesitation or inexperience.  Haldir was hot and tight against his 
thickness…  “I..can not hold this, Haldir!”  Legolas groaned, feeling their 
flesh of one flesh…spirit of one spirit.  “Tight, Haldir..  Ai, Elboreth!”

Haldir entwined his fingers into Legolas’ own, his eyes looking deep into 
the Princes’.  The Elf Lord hit the most exquisite spot, the tip of his length 
rubbing deep within Haldir, sending him over the edge.

Haldir writhed beneath Legolas, the Princes’ thrusts were more than he 
could bear!  Legolas called out to his lover with a strangled cry of desire.  
“Haldir!  Haldir, I can not…I am ….”

Legolas gasped for breath, his body releasing in hard 
convulsions…sending hot seed buried deep into Haldir.  “Valar!”  Legolas 
screamed, his body caving to desire, his eyes rolling back…

Haldir could not hold it any longer… even as Legolas spoke.  Crying out, 
Haldir ripped into the sheets, his seed spilling in hot streams down his 
chest…his tight entrance seizing around Legolas’ desire, squeezing and 
massaging as the Elf Lord continued to thrust… 

“Val.. ar…”  Legolas felt Haldir expel, his slit eyes watching the stream of 
pearls weep from his lovers length… The Marchwardens tight entrance 
bringing him off till the Prince swore he would pass out.

Legolas was shaking so terribly, he could barely remove himself.  
Dropping down atop Haldir, the Prince shivered uncontrollably.  Haldirs 
arms encircled him, panting for breath with a sudden fear he might never 
catch his wind.  Haldir refused to disjoin them…savoring the feeling of 
Legolas deep within his core, even as the Elf Lord was beginning to 
soften…at the point of pure bliss and complete exhaustion.



*


“Haldir?”  Rumil stepped into his brothers quarters, his eyes suddenly 
beholding the image of Legolas joined with Haldir, panting atop him, 
Haldirs arms cradling the Prince, tenderly.  Rumil was in shock.  Holding 
a hand out to stop Orophin from moving further, even the youngest 
Marchwarden could not believe his eyes.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”  Haldir growled as Legolas turned 
his face away from the two entering brothers.  The Eldest Marchwarden 
draped his arms tighter about Legolas as if shielding him.  Turning onto 
his side, Haldir hesitantly disjoined them, ending their exquisite union and 
drawing the covers up against their bodies.

“Since when do we have to knock, Haldir?  Acting a might protective for 
you latest conquest, aren’t you?”  Rumil chortled, narrowing his eyes 
toward Haldir…with a twinge of jealousy.

“And since when have you played the modest flower, big brother?  You 
never cover your body from us.  But then again, you never let us have you 
either, do you?”  Orophin was feeding off Rumils jealousy, a dark glance 
falling over his eyes.

“Who are you both to tell me anything?”  Haldir flared.  “We will 
continue this discussion outside.”

“I believe, beautiful brother, that Haldir has let his obsession go to his 
head over this little chit.”  Orophin chided.  

“I believe, Orophin, you may be correct.”  Rumil turned and walked out, 
shaking his head, disgustedly as Orophin followed, slamming the door.

“Legolas, I will return in a moment.”  Haldir growled, slipping on his long 
shimmering gray Robes.

“What seems to be the issue, despite the Jealousy I sense?”  Legolas felt 
the tension, rolling over onto his side, letting his head rest upon his hand.

“They have no need for jealousy.  We are not bound.”  Haldir said icilly.

“I see.”  Legolas smirked at the way Haldir placed his words.  Did this 
mean nothing but a casual moment?  Why would Haldir allow himself to 
be taken, if he swore it was something he had never done before, even 
with his brothers?  Why in the name of Morgoth was he thinking like this?

Haldir turned and slipped out of his chambers, closing the door behind 
him.  Orophin and Rumil were standing face to face in the woods just a 
few paces away, speaking heatedly amongst themselves.  “You owe me an 
explanation for your Elfling behavior!”  Haldir hissed, folding his arms 
before his chest, authoritatively. 

“Owe you an explanation?”  Rumil hissed.  “You were unable to be found 
this night and when we come to seek you, what do we see…but Legolas 
entwined so tenderly in your arms, his body still lingering within yours!”  

“Since when does the Prince receive of you what we have been shunned 
from having?”  Orophin growled.  “Who is he to you, other than a fantasy 
fulfilled?”

“My body and my desires do not belong solely to either of you.  Watch 
how you speak to me, brothers.”  Haldir kept his voice deadly low, 
dripping with venom.

“Who are you to speak to us, thusly, brother?”  Rumil growled, stepping in 
toward Haldir.  “I can smell him all over you.  You are ripe with him!”

“As you are ripe with jealousy, Rumil.”  Haldir was far from intimidated 
as his younger brother stepped up against him.  He was the strongest of the 
three and he knew it.  “You will stand down from me.”

Rumil shook his head, turning his back and walking away disgustedly.

Orophin could not believe Haldirs flippancy.  “So now you have your 
Prince and you turn upon us?”

“He is leaving Lorien come morning.  What does it matter to you, 
Orophin, if it does not matter to me?  I have had my fill of him, now let it 
be.”  Even as Haldir said his words, he was not sure HE could let it be 
with Legolas, now that he had tasted him…been taken by him.

“Then we will continue our discussion when the interloper leaves.”  
Orophin hissed, bracing his arm about Rumil.  “Come brother, let us 
depart.”

Haldir grimaced, turning and walking back into his quarters, where 
Legolas stood, already dressed.  “Leaving so soon, Legolas?” The 
Marchwarden said, closing the door behind him.

“What does it matter to you, if nothing else does.”  Legolas raised an 
arrogant brow.  “I will return to the fellowship and leave Lorien gladly 
behind me.  May you and your brothers find safe shores should the war go 
ill.”

“So, you intend to leave like this, giving me no benefit of explanation for 
what you have mistakenly overheard.”  Haldir was truly at a loss for 
words.

“You owe me nothing, least of all an explanation.  My ears do not deceive 
me, Galadhrim.”  Legolas walked to the door, pausing as he opened it to 
give one last look to Haldir in his robes, praying silently the Marchwarden 
would stop him…

With a sigh, he left the Marchwardens quarters for the comfort of the 
Talan beside his friends.  To Legolas surprise, Haldir did not call after him 
or follow him.  He had heard correctly, even if his thoughts swore he had 
believed something had transpired between he and Haldir in the midst of 
their intimacy.  Apparently, the Prince was deceived, on a deeper level 
than he wanted to admit to himself.

To Be Continued….



Chapter 5

“I have been waiting for you.” Aragorn said quietly as Legolas entered the
Talan, freshly cleansed, his hair smelling of night blooming flowers.

Legolas was shocked to find Aragorn awake, his cloak concealing him in the
darkness. The Prince could see the Rangers eyes from beneath the hem of his
hood. “Is everything alright?” Legolas asked in a whisper.

Aragorn motioned toward the forest, rising and silently stepping over the
Hobbits, who were locked in the last night of rest before the journey
continued. Legolas followed Aragorn, pausing to take a drink from the fountain
beside the talan. “Is everything alright, Aragorn?”

The Ranger lowered his hood, his mahogany tendrils falling in unruly cascades
along the side of his face. “Frodo looked into the Mirror and was distraught
this night. I am worried for him, and the burden he carries, Legolas. But that
is not the reason I ask you here.” Aragorn studied Legolas, carefully. “This is
not the first time you have returned late to us with a look of concern in your
eyes. Tell me, friend, what is troubling you? It is more than Gandalf, though
his loss grieves our hearts so heavily.”

“I can not discuss it, Aragorn. Forgive me.” Legolas stood stone still, his
water goblet gripped like an ancient offering in his slender hands.

“Listen to me, Legolas. Whatever is going on here in Lorien must remain here in
Lorien. I have seen your distraction and it can not affect the Quest we
undertake! The lives of Middle Earth are upon the hilt of our swords, the tips
of our arrows.” Aragorn was stern and serious. The Warrior outweighing the
Ranger, evident in his voice.

“I will do nothing to put the lives of this Fellowship or Arda itself in
danger!” Legolas countered, bitterly.

“Your distraction is dangerous enough. Please, friend. Do not mistake my words.
I do not seek to scold you for whatever weighs so heavy in your thoughts, but
nothing must come before the task. I need you at full speed, Legolas.” Aragorn
placed a hand on the Princes’ shoulder, respectfully. He did not have the heart
to tell Legolas he had tracked him to Haldirs doorstep, was witness to the
skirmish of the brothers before leaving to rejoin the Fellowship. It would have
to come from Legolas, in his own time. Though Aragorn could feel Legolas being
ripped asunder. There would be little time for thoughts of this once the
journey continued on…to Mordor.

“And I will be. My bow is in service to Frodo and all of Middle Earth. I will
not let you down.” Legolas said truthfully, returning the gesture of Aragorns
concern by placing his own hand at the Rangers shoulder.

“Good, my friend.” Aragorn said softly. “Come and let us find rest this night.
We leave in the early hours.”

“A moment more and I will find peace.” Legolas said, releasing his hand from
Aragorns shoulder.

The Ranger slid back into the Talan, his own thoughts recalling the way he had
left his beloved Arwen in Imladris, all but breaking her heart to save her own
life and give her reason to seek the West. Aragorn fingered the Evenstar about
his neck, lovingly as he settle down into his bedroll.

Legolas was not sure why he had stayed outside the Talan for as long as he did.
The better part of an hour, his eyes scanned the woods, in hope of seeing
Haldir. Legolas believed the Marchwarden would come to him, to plead his case
and make amends for his words to Rumil and Orophin. To taste him one last time.

Resignedly, Legolas turned and headed into the Talan, leaving the High Court
dress of the Galadhrim on the outside of the tent. His reverie was uneasy, his
body aching for more of Haldirs touch.

*

Haldir hunched within the bow of the Mallorn overlooking the Fellowships’
talan. Legolas was visible to his farseeing eyes, his face locked in comfort
and reverie. The Marchwarden wished to come to him, to wake him and offer some
explanation before the Prince departed with his comrades. But there was nothing
to say. Legolas had become another conquest, a story the Brothers would tell a
hundred years from now in fond remembrance.

Haldir drank in the Princes’ sleeping image. The Marchwarden moved cautiously
toward the talan with unhearing steps to reclaim Legolas garments, before
departing for the borders of Lorien to find and reconcile with his two, angry
brothers.

*

The Fellowship stood upon the banks of LothLorien, watching the Lady Galadriel
as she moved before each. “To you, Master Meriadoc and Master Peregrin we give
to you these Elvish Daggers, used in service to those of the First War. May
they keep you safe.” She spoke softly.

Galadriel smiled softly. “To you, Samwise Gamgee, I give you a length of Elven
Rope.”

Sam looked dejected. “Not to sound ungrateful, but have you any of those nice
shiny daggers left?”

Galadriel laughed softly. “To you, Legolas son of Thranduil, I give you the bow
of the Galadhrim. May you use it well.” The Prince bowed his head to the Lady
of Light, his fingers dancing over the taut string. The bow was far lighter
than his own.

Lowering herself before Frodo, she smiled softly. “And to you, Frodo, I give
you the Light of Earendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in
dark places, when all other lights, go out.”

Galadriel paused before Aragorn, her fingertips splaying along the Evenstar at
his throat. “She has given herself to you.” The Lady said in Elvish. “For her
love, I fear the light of the Evenstar will fade. We will not meet again,
Elessar.” She kissed his forehead softly.

“You are being tracked.” Lord Celeborn said quietly to Aragorn as Galadriel
moved toward the Dwarf. Handing the Ranger an Elven Hunting knife, Aragorn
nodded in understanding. The warning was serious.

Gimli received three strands of the Lady Galadriels hair, holding them tight to
his heart as the Fellowship began to load into the boats of Lorien, supplied
with Lembas bread. The heart heavy Fellowship began to paddle from the tree
rooted docks of Lorien, Legolas eyes falling on the vision of the three
brothers standing upon the shore.

Haldir was standing a few paces forward as his brothers flanked either side of
him, the Marchwardens hands folded at their chests. Legolas studied the strong
stature of the three, how steadfast and untouchable they seemed. The Prince
could not turn his eyes away from such imposing figures, watching the morning
sun glisten from their strung Galadhrim bows. And only then, did Legolas
realize, Haldir had no bow, draped over his shoulder. In that moment of
realization, the boats caught current. The Galadhrim bow Galadriel had given to
him, was Haldirs very own.

The Prince studied it, lifting it to the light as he let the current take the
boat carrying he and Gimli. Lifted to the sun, the Prince could see a single
long blonde strand of hair wound through the bowstring….

*

“I see the Prince departs LothLorien with a pleasing trinket. How delicate and
tasteful of you, Haldir, to insist on such a thoughtful gift. Bound with
strands of your own hair. How decadent.” Rumil narrowed his eyes, watching as
the boats disappeared over the horizon. “Good Riddance.” He murmured.

“Why your own bow, brother, when there are many in the armory that could have
been sent off with him?” Orophin tried to calm the rising tension between Rumil
and Haldir.

“For his protection.” Haldir said simply to Orophin, turning from the shores,
his eyes upon Rumil. “The danger is passed for you now, Rumil. Legolas leaves
these shores for the protection of Middle Earth. Will you weep to his
departure?”

Rumil narrowed his eyes, storming off into the Golden Wood. Orophin looked to
Haldir, who obviously still held a grudge to Rumil, with a sigh and followed
after his brother. Haldir smiled at the nerve he had so cruelly struck in
Rumil, though his eyes turned once more to the horizon, the boats carrying the
fellowship long gone from Lorien.

*

“I asked for but a strand of her beautiful hair, she gave me three.” Gimli
smiled softly, patting his chest. The strands were carefully placed in safety
and the Dwarf beamed, proudly.

“A handsome gift.” Legolas smiled softly, paddling the boat. His mind was in
Lorien, with Haldir, though he dared not say so. Haldir had not come to him
after the Prince stormed off like a spoiled child, confused and afraid of his
own desires. Why then would Haldir give such a valuable gift of his own bow?

The Prince remained quiet, even as Aragorn spoke loud enough against the
rushing current to point out the statues of the Numenor Kings of Old. There was
too much to consider, too many thoughts to plague his mind with the journey
ahead. But even in the dark thoughts of the war that would come, Legolas was in
thought, devoted, to only Haldir.

Surely, the Marchwardens would accompany the Lord and Lady of Light into the
West. Legolas would never see Haldir again, why such a parting gift as this?
Was this merely a consolation prize for time spent and sweat spilled in the
name of passion? Or, was there something more to come of this?

*

Frodo and Sam left the Fellowship. Boromir passed to the veil of the worlds.
Even with Aragorns reassurance, Legolas felt he was helpless and wanted nothing
more than to launch the one remaining boat to find the two errant hobbits!
Surely the three of them could fit, for the boats were of strong LothLorien
construction. The second boat they had in their possession was sent as herald
for Boromir, his body held within for burial upon the mighty Anduin.

“We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. We travel light.
Lets hunt some orc!” The Ranger cried out, clasping his hand over Legolas’ and
Gimlis’ shoulders. Both were eager to find Frodo and Sam, but knew it would
come to no avail. Frodo had to move on, away from the influence of the Ring
upon his closest friends. But Merry and Pippin were taken, even as Boromir fell
defending them, valiantly, making amends for the insanity brought about by the
Ring…and his desire to take it from the Ringbearer to Gondor.

With renewed strength, the Three left the woods for the Hunt of Uruk-Hai in
several days pursuit with no food or rest…nor sigh of their query. A test of
endurance that suffered the Dwarf and Mortal Ranger greatly, though Legolas
found he could run and fall into Reverie, awaking in mid stride, all the
fresher. Such was a blessing of the Elves! Haldir was ever in his thoughts, as
was the meaning of such a delicate riddle left strung on the Galadhrim bow.

Overtaking the Uruk-Hai, the three pursued Merry and Pippin only to find the
two hobbits had escaped from their bindings and into the Forests of Fanghorn.
The Rohirrim, commanded by the Second Marshall, Eomer, swore the two were dead
with all the Uruk-hai party. This was not so they would come to find out and
the hearts of the three friends were lifted, after so many days of chase to
their query. The bonds were broken and small tracks led deep into the haunted
forest, away from the scene of the Uruk-Hai slaughter.

“Fanghorn.” Gimli exclaimed, somewhat fearfully, though he would never admit to
such. “What madness drove them in there?”

“We are to find out, Gimli. On the Morrow.” Aragorn nodded solemnly, careful to
collect the dead fallen limbs for a soft campfire, for fear of upsetting the
spirits of Fanghorn. Eomers words came to him even as Elf Elf and Dwarf slept
soundly on the borders of the forest. “The White Wizard is cunning. He moves
here and there, they say.”

A shape caught Aragorns eye late in the evening as he looked to the borders of
the forest. A figure, clothed in white, moved into the confines of the trees.
Saruman was near.. and Aragorn was helpless to respond to the White Wizards
magic.

Relieved of watch, Aragorn fell into quick slumber. The first in many days
chase had finally yielded to rest. Legolas now sat before the fire, holding his
bow within his slender fingers, studying the reflected light upon the single
strand of Haldirs mane wound through the taut cord. His memory recalled the
sharp taste of Haldir upon his lips, the feel of his body entwined within the
Princes’.

“Haldir.” Legolas whispered softly upon the wind, lowering his eyes for a
single moment to recall the beauty of the Marchwarden of Lorien and the desire
to see him but once more.

*

The Morning hours came and once more the three hunters, Legolas, Aragorn and
Gimli, tracked the soft imprints in the ground to the very innards of Fanghorn
Forest.

“This forest is old, so old that I feel young again. The trees bear much memory
and much anger.” Legolas stood amidst the ancient trees of the forest, his keen
eyes searching for every sign of life in its confines.

“Stay on your guard.” Aragorn commanded.

“Someone is here. The White Wizard approaches.” Legolas spoke in his native
tongue to Aragorn.

“Be prepared. We must not let him speak or he will cast a spell upon us.” The
Ranger once more said, even as Legolas pressed an arrow to the string of his
bow.

*

Gandalf the White presented himself to the Fellowship, in the forest of
Fanghorn. He had returned from the Halls of Awaiting, sent by Illuvatar until
his task was at last done. The nature of his task, the remaining Fellowship
could only guess, however, for Gandalf was not one to talk openly in any
incarnation he might assume. It was known by those who still worshipped
Illuvatar and the Valar, that Sauron the Deceiver, a Maiar spirit himself in
service to Melkor, was the enemy of all the Maiar spirits, the Istari of Arda.
Perhaps it was Gandalfs last task to see him destroyed.

Together, the Reunited friends traveled hard to Rohan for fear of the words
they would bring, for Theoden King was long under the spell of Saruman of Many
Colors. Merry and Pippin were safe upon the guard of the Ents, this much
brought the hunters joy.

Edoras, the city of Rohan, was quiet and solemn upon the approach of the four
reunited friends.ndalndalf spoke of Theoden and the influence of the spell that
fell over him. For Theoden King no longer recognized friend from foe.

Even as the four entered Rohan Proper, their greeting was dim from Theoden and
his council, Wormtongue. Gandalf the White released the King from his bonds of
control and for a moment, the reawakened fellowship found rest…even as Theoden
mourned for his lost child, Theodred, last of the line of the King.
*

“You have been silent since we left LothLorien. What seems like an age ago, was
only in truth, several long weeks in one.” Aragorn sighed softly, coming to
stand beside Legolas on the steps of Meduseld.

“There is much to consider, for never before has the weight of Arda rested so
heavily upon my heart.” Legolas looked to the sky, finding comfort in the soft
stars of Varda, Queen of Heaven, even as they yielded to the threat of morning.

“Something else rests heavy upon your heart. I have seen you cradle the bow of
the Galadhrim. The gold that glints from its cord, is it not the hair of Haldir
himself, Eldest and Most trusted of the Marchwardens of Lorien?” Aragorn packed
his pipe slowly, sure to keep his tone soft and welcoming.

Legolas paused. “It is. A handsome gift from Haldir that I will cherish.”

Aragorn lit his pipe, sparking a flinom tom the gruff of his beard. Puffing,
the Ranger watched Legolas’ outline against the Rohan night sky. "Many fates
lie in the hands of a hobbit, dear friend.”

“As some are long gone out of my own.” Legolas braced a soft hand on Aragorns
shoulder. “I find rest within Meduseld. My ears will be open, for trouble is
destined to come to these lands, as sure as the sun rises and sets, red.”

Aragorn nodded softly in understanding. Legolas’ agony, though cleverly hidden,
reflected his own thoughts of Arwen and her sailing to the West with all that
was left of her Kin. Morning was beginning to break and tiredness swept over
the Ranger. He, himself would seek shelter and make peace with his dreams.

*

The Prince of Mirkwood took shelter in the appointments of his chambers in
Rohan. Laying his bow and white knives on the floor near his grasp, Legolas
slowly slipped into the intricate carved bed. The Mattress was filled with hay
and stocked with an overlay of downe, comfortable after finding rest while on
the run.

The Prince softly unbraided his hair as he rested his weary form, still feeling
the sigh of his muscles from the intense encounter with Haldir. The Marchwarden
was beautiful and yet indescribably powerful, a respected and trusted warrior,
a captain of the Galadhrim in service to LothLorien. Every moment that the
Prince sought the sky for signs of danger…it was Haldirs eyes he saw.

“I can not get the vision of him, the feel of him out of my thoughts.” Legolas
shifted in the downe bed, restlessly. “I still feel his touch on my skin, my
seed burying deep within him!”

Legolas felt himself growing thick with the memory of Haldir, his fingers
slowly tracing the throbbing desire bound within his breeches. The Prince bit
his lip softly, feeling the ridges of his most precious crown respond to his
intimate attentions. Haldir…

*

Haldir…

The Eldest Marchwarden bathed in the waterfalls of LothLorien before the sun
crested to herald a new day. The cold water felt exquisite along his back as he
softly massaged sweet scented oils into his platinum tresses. Mid stroke of the
massage of foaming oil from his mane, Haldir heard the call, the feel of
Legolas over his body, the very scent of the Prince overwhelming his senses.
The Marchwarden grasped his hand against the jagged rocks, letting his head
fall…the feel of the cool water sliding down the side of his face, dripped from
the springs through his nearly flaxen hair.

“Legolas. I feel you. I can hear you…” He whispered softly, tormented by images
of the beautiful Prince. His beautiful Prince.

Haldir shifted, lowering his naked form amidst the waterfalls, to his haunches.
The Marchwarden felt as though he was losing his mind, his thoughts torn
asunder…

“Captain!” The loud voice came from the ridge above the waterfalls. A name he
had not been called in many weeks of rest and replenishment. For a moment,
Haldir nearly found peace, away from the march of battle, the flash of his
sword. For weeks now, the only task for he and his brothers, members within his
regiment, had been to take guard of the Golden Wood. A vacation, of sorts. But
the words now alarmed him and he rose, slipping his clothes on, the moisture of
his flesh keeping them tight to his form. Haldir wondered now if he had heard
Legolas call him at all, or was it merely one of his battalion.

“Yes, Elthilin. I am here.” Haldir called back, ascending the ridge.

The Galadhrim, Elthilin, stood with his back to the waterfall, awaiting the
Captains climb. Upon hearing Haldirs voice, he turned, bowing his head in
respect. “Forgive me, my Lord Captain. I bring a missive from the Lady of
Light. She will see you and no other.”

“What is this about?” Haldir tied his hair back, hastily, the wet tendrils
clinging to his neck. “Has the border patrol returned already? They are only
three weeks in and not due back for four?” The Captain of the Marchwardens
cocked an arrogant brow, his features stone chiseled. His all too brief
vacation was about to come to an end.

“All strings and Captains have returned to Lorien at the Call of Lady Galad and
and Lord Celeborn. They made great haste and covered two weeks worth of ground
in one.” Elthilin said with a somber tone to his voice.

“They traveled with unparalleled haste. I will see to the Lady at once.” Haldir
nodded and led the way back to The Hall.


*
Chapter 6

The Great Hall of Meduseld was solemn. The fellowship had rested until the
night sky slowly inked over Rohan and brought with it a simple feast. All the
while, Theoden received reports of the horrors that had befallen his Kingdom
while he wandered in a dark sleep rife with evil dreams.

“This is but a taste of the terror Saruman will unleash. All the more potent
for he is driven mad by fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him
away from your women and children. You must fight.” Gandalf said strongly, his
hand braced at the arm of the Kings throne.

Aragorn let the bow of the pipe drip over his lower lip. “You have two thousand
good men riding north as we speak. Eomer is loyal to you. His men will return
and fight for his king.”

Theoden rose from the throne, walking off the dais to stand in the Hall. “They
will be 300 leagues from here, by now. Eomer can not help us. I know what it is
you want of me, but I will not bring further death to my people. I will not
risk open war.”

Gandalf rose, concern flashing in his eyes.

“Open war is upon you, whether you risk it or not.” Aragorn held Theodens gaze,
strongly, even as Gimli lowered his eating knife, his eyes upon the King of
Rohan. Even Eowyn, Niece of the King and sister to Eomer, second Marshall of
the Rohirrim could not believe the bold exchange on behalf of the ranger.

“When last I looked, Theoden, not Aragorn was King of Rohan.” Theoden said
coldly.

Legolas could not believe his ears and the politics that assailed them. Aragorn
was correct, there was little doubt of it. Gandalf was wise and far seeing. How
could Theoden fail to see the truth behind the words of his two friends?

“Then what is the Kings decision.” Gandalf approached Theoden, leaning upon his
staff.

Theoden had the look of sorrow in his eyes, his voice calm and steady. “In the
morning, we make for the refuge of Helms Deep.” Theoden said, overlooking his
assembled guests.

aldialdir rolled to his side, tracing his fingers down Orophins naked backside,
his breeches falling open against his hip. “I am much eased of my torment.” The
Captain groaned seeing the shiver his finger created against his brothers
reddened hind. “You have such exceptional skill in the name of my pleasure,
dear brother.”

Orophin moaned softly as he lay upon his stomach, arching his hips to Haldirs
touch. “I fear Rumil will become jealous that he was not here to partake of
you.” The Marchwarden turned his eyes to his brother, and lover. Haldir had the
exquisite afterglow of intense lovemaking, his eyes sharper and clearer now
that the fog of desire had lifted.

“Then let Rumil be jealous, though the night is yet young.” Haldir laughed, his
finger teasing into the curve of Orophins globes.

Orophin moaned once more, arching his hips with renewed vigor. “Will you
forgive him, his trespasses, brother?” His face was softly flushing beneath
Haldirs teasing fingertip.

“I have already forgiven him, for I have not been myself. But Rumil will be
along shortly.” Haldir said softly. “I wanted him to fester a bit longer before
I take the long patrol from the borders of Caras Galadhon and into the west. It
will be a long journey with many companies. A journey our kith have not taken
in sometime.” Haldir slid his finger deeply into Orophins tight entrance,
hearing his brother gasp with delight. He could feel the heat of his seed still
coating those exquisite walls.

“The border patrols have brought ill news, then, for our weeks of rest to end?”
Orophin groaned, biting his lip as Haldir toyed with him. That was the
difference in his voice, a tone he used only when he prepared himself to meet
battle.

Haldir arched his finger into the entrance he adored and filled, often. Holding
the digit deep in that hot pucker with extreme force and pressure. Orophin
groaned, his eyes rolling shut, falling with equal power to Haldirs voice.
“Yes, a force will amass here in Lorien to send aid to Men of Rohan, our Lads
hes held a vision that must be stopped. We shall wear the mark of Glorfindel to
represent Imladris but the volunteers will be led beneath me, as their Captain.
Our banners will fly high in the sigil of Rivendell and Lorien, once more.”

Orophin shivered feeling the hot pressure of Haldirs finger, buried deep within
him, rubbing his most delicate spot with control and mastery. “AI, Haldir…the
realms unified…Why..did she chose you, beautiful brother?”

Haldir slowly rose to his knees, his finger still buried within Orophin. The
pressure of his motion sent Orophito sto shivers of pure desire. Haldir sent a
second digit into Orophin, hearing him moan against the pillow. The Captain let
his lips trail his brothers back, his free hand spreading Orophins hind cheeks
to let him view his fingers arching deep within his brother. “I am her Captain.
I volunteered. You and Rumil will not be going.” He moaned softly, watching the
way Orophins well used entrance accepted him so eagerly.

“Brother…” Orophin moaned, arching his hips back into Haldfingfingers, feeling
them press tight against his sensitive prostate, forcing him into whimpers of
uncontrolled need. The issue of Haldir leaving without them, forgotten, for the
moment.

A knock came to Haldirs door and the Eldest Marchwarden heard Rumil creak
behind it, stepping into his Talan. “I have come at a bad time.” Rumil smiled
darkly, seeing Orophin groaning uncontrollably beneath Haldirs deeply inserted
fingers.

“Ai, Rumil…he feels so good…” Orophin cried out, seeing his beautiful brother
enter Haldirs quarters, his body convulsing as Haldir mercilessly tormented his
sensitive pucker.

“We will be just a moment.” Haldir said arrogantly, wriggling his fingers deep
within his brothers beautiful body as Rumil closed the door.

“His need is thick in the air of this room. He is close.” Rumil groaned at the
sight, his own desire throbbing and alert, now.

“Very close, brother.” Haldir slid a third finger hard intophinphin, watching
as his brother bucked wildly, groaning and shivering.

“Ai, Haldir…” Orophin cried out. “Your hand, brother, or I will stain your
bed!” A moment longer and his desire would coat the very mattress itself!

Rumil charged in, lowering himself to his knees beside the bed, slipping his
nimble fingers beneath Orophins thrashing hips.

Orophin hissed, his body shivering with the new sensation of Rumils hand
beneath his swollen shaft. “Brother, I come!”

Haldir pumped furiously deep within Orophin. The walls of his beloved brothers
entrance tightening against the invasion. “So sweet a taste I will have.”

Rumil moaned softly feeling Orophins hot seed splash into his awaiting fingers.

Slowly, Haldir released Orophin, falling back on his haunches upon the bed.
Orophin groaned, rising backward to avoid trailing the hot seed over his
brothers mattress. Standing, Orophin stumbled, grasping his clothing. “I will
let you two, sort things out, now. But I will return and will have much to
discuss.” He smiled, stepping into his breeches, leaving them untied, his shirt
barely covering his melting shaft.

“Play nice, my brothers.” Orophin tucked his shirt in, fastening his breeches
as he slid out of the Talan, closing the door behind him.

“Haldir..” Rumil began even as his brother grasped his wrist, cutting his
desire to apologize before it left his lips.

“A moment, Rumil.” Haldir drew his brothers hand to his mouth, his hot tongue
slowly lapping Orophins seed from Rumils palm. “He tastes as sweet as wine.”
Haldir groaned.

Rumil bit his lip, the scent and sticky feel of his brothers seed was enticing.
Slowly, he lowered his tongue to lap against the side of his hand, his eyes
narrowing wantonly.

Haldir felt the heat of Rumils mouth close to his and let his attentions shift
from the thick sweet seed, to his brothers hot velvet pink tongue. Rumil
groaned, his hand sliding up into Haldirs hair, returning the caress of his
brothers tongue with his own. Together, the two brothers devoured what remained
of Orophins sticky sweet taste and slowly languished upon each other.

“You forgive me then, my brother.” Rumil groaned into Haldirs mouth, he had
longed for nearly a week to feel is brother once more.

“I have..” Haldir teased his brothers tongue, slowly.

“I was wrong to deny your love to Legolas, for you do love him, Haldir, it is
not merely desire. I see that now.” Rumil whimpered softly as Haldir withdrew.

“We will speak no more of this.” Haldir said, looking away for a moment before
meeting Rumils gaze. He was not sure what he felt for Legolas and even then, he
had no desire to spill his feelings so boldly. “You are much better forgion yon
your back, beautiful Rumil. Long have I desired you, as you lay with Orophin
and the others.”

Rumil rose to the bed, his fingers reclaiming Haldirs hair. “And many nights
have I heard you in pleasure and craved the feeling of you within me.”

Haldir stripped his brothers garments from his body with expert fingers.
Trailing his touch against Rumils shoulders as he pushed his brother down flat
upon the bed, reaching for the oils he had used on Orophin. “You are beautiful
upon your back.” Haldir groaned, lowering his breeches, lubricating himself and
tossing the recapped phial to the floor.

Rumil lifted his hips, his desire swollen and weeping. “And you are even more
stunning when you are atop me.”

“Such flattery, Rumil.” Haldir smiled, darkly as Rumil positioned his calves
upon his brothers shoulders. Haldir pressed his crown against his brothers
eager entrance. “Your words will go to my head.” He groaned, sliding himself to
the hilt within such an exquisite scabbard.

“Ai!” Rumil groaned, shivering as Haldir joined them. “None can take me as you,
brother…yes…just like that…” Haldir was holding back…

Haldir grasped Rumil close to him, his hips working in hard, deep thrusts into
such a tight and welcoming entrance. “Rumil, how good you feel, by the Valar!”

Rumil arched in counter thrust to Haldir, driving his brother over the edge of
desire. “You are holding back…brother, mine.”

Haldir narrowed his eyes. Rumil picked up with Orophin had not. “Do I not
please you…” He groaned, his body shivering with waves of pleasure.

“Call his name…” Rumil groaned, knowing what Haldir wanted. “I will be him, for
you…to receive you as he has received you…”

“No, I can not.” Haldir slowed his pace, moaning. Rumil felt amazing beneath
him, like every time before.

Rumil arched, feeling Haldir nearly disjoin them. “Close your eyes, Haldir…”

Haldir bit his lip softly, doing as his brother asked. The Captain saw only
Legolas in the dark of his lids.

Rumil rolled to his stomach, arching his hips to feel Haldirs crown now resting
against his entrance. With a violent thrust that brought Rumil nearly to his
knees, he cried out, sending Haldir once more, deep within his core. His
brother had a soft almost devious smile cresting his lips and he knew of whom
Haldir was thinking.

“Legolas…” Haldir moaned the Princes’ name as a scant whisper to the Valar,
increasing his pace with brutal force. He leaned over his lover, applying
exquisite pressure to feel the hot flat sensitive spot at the base of the
prostate, sending Rumil toppling against the edge of sanity.

Rumil bit his lip at the increased force, a frenzy he had never tasted in all
the nights he had laid with Haldir…so brutal and yet so tender. Haldir was more
eager to please than his brother had ever before known.

“Yes, Legolas, how you take me…Ai, Valar…” Haldir groaned louder now, his hand
wrapping around his lovers length, palming it hard with a strict up and down
motion. Haldir saw only Legolas, the beautiful face of his prince was flushed
in rapture, his eyes clouded with desire, his hair glittering like pure
sunlight.

Rumil groaned, his nails clawing into the bed, writhing into his brothers touch
swearing he would lose himself in a single thrust of his brothers length if
this pace continued.

Haldir felt the convulsions of his lovers entrance, tightening about him to a
near strangle hold. “Ai, my love yes…yes…meleth…Come for me, call my name to
the Havens!”

Rumil heard Haldirs words and smiled to himself even as he gasped with his next
breath. Haldir would never admit he had said it…but he had. Biting his lip,
Rumil kept from crying out, arching wildly into his brothers merciless hips and
hand.

Haldir groaned, his free hand taking his lover by the hair. “Come with me,
Legolas, now…Ai, Eleberth, now!” Hot splashes of thick seed spilled deep into
his lovers body…and just then Haldir felt the ribbons splash his hand.

“Ai, Haldir.” Rumil finally groaned, panting like a wild beast.

Haldir came back to his senses now, slowly disjoining his body from his
brothers. A look of awe was held in his eyes, for a moment, he believed with
all his fury it had truly been Legolas beneath him..

Rumil rolled over, reaching for a the towels Haldir always kept beside the bed
when he intended to have company. Wiping his hand clean of his seed, he saw the
pale look in his brothers eyes. “Haldir?”

“You should not have asked me to do that, Rumil.” He said, turning away. “I was
not here with you, my brother. I am sorry.”

Rumil leaned forward with a slight wince, placing his hand on Haldirs shoulder.
“There is no shame between us and never has been, my brother. Look at me.”

Haldir refused, turning his face away from Rumil. But Rumil would not accept
his answer, taking his hand beneath Haldirs chin and forcing him to meet his
gaze. “You have a look of sadness in your face, brother. Did the game not
please you?”

Haldir kissed Rumils hand softly, looking to him as he fought to feign a smile.
“It did please me, but as always it is you and Orophin that please me most. We
must never fight again, my brother. I can not go this long without the feel of
your body, let alone the sound of your voice.”

Rumil smiled, seeing Haldir was only holding himself this way to make him
forget that he was in anguish. “It will never happen again, Haldir. By the
Valar, I swear it.”

With perfect timing, Orophin returned, not bothering to knock with the hope of
catching Haldir and Rumil engaged. “Damn the Graces, I am back later than I
wished.”

Rumil laughed, laying back on the bed as Haldir rose, sliding his robes from
the closet. “Welcome back, Orophin. It is a shame you did not join us a few
moments sooner, it would have been delightful to have my brothers with me the
night before I depart to take the Battalion to Rohan.”

Rumil looked to Orophin even as Haldir slipped his Galadhrim robe over his
form. “So it will be you to lead them as Captain?”

Orophin entered the room, sitting down beside Rumil, resting his head softly on
his beautiful brothers’ shoulder. “That is half the reason I returned here
tonight, Haldir. There is much left unsaid. Why must you go so soon and what do
you mean we can not follow you?”

Rumil now looked to Haldir, a flash of anger preparing to lick from his gray
blue orbs. “We can not follow you? What madness is this?”

Haldir sighed softly, pouring himself a drink. His brothers had gone on every
patrol with their battalion, both Rumil and Orophin were highly acclaimed in
their skills and exceptionally dedicated to the safety and protection of
LothLorien. Within the ranks of Military life, the Marchwardens were highly
esteemed and completely professional. The bond the brothers shared was not one
displayed once the three were in travel in the name of the Lord and Lady of
Light. “Let us not make this an issue, beloved brothers.u aru are both to
rem