Title: A Warm Summer Night
Summary: The NC-17 Version
Genre: LOTR - Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Celeborn
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
E-mail: alienstars2004@hotmail.com or Blueberry_Pancakes14@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes, please.


	It was a warm summer night in Lórien.  A gentle breeze blew
though the golden leaves and rustled the curtains as it came
through the open window of the luxurious bedroom.
	Haldir leaned his head back against the carved wooden
headboard of the large feather bed as he thought.
	The light blankets were pulled up just pasted his waist and
his hands held a small bowl in his lap.
	The bedroom door swung open and the silver haired Elf-Lord
of the golden wood came into join his lover.
	Celeborn smiled and pulled off his robes before climbing onto
the bed and lounging beside him.
	Haldir raised his brow, taking a bite of what was in the bowl.
	'What are you eating?' Celeborn glanced down into the glass
dish.
	'Ice cream.' Haldir told him, taking another bite of the
melting sweet.  'Want some?' He asked in a low voice, offering the
spoon.
	Celeborn smiled and allowed his lover to feed it to him.  The
cold, creamy, vanilla flavor slid cross his tongue as Haldir slowly
tilted the spoon and pulled it back, taking another bite himself.
	'It's good.' He said around the mouthful, nodding in
approval.
	Haldir nodded, 'As if you would permit anything but the
best from entering the food stores of Lórien.' He teased lightly.
	'I would watch my cheek if I were you, my dove… I might
just have to punish you.' Celeborn growled low in his throat and
lowered his head, nipping gently, as though in warning, at
Haldir's neck.
	Haldir drew his shoulders up and pulled away involuntarily,
'Ai, Celeborn…' He laughed quietly as he set the bowl aside.
	'You do not take heed to my warning?' Celeborn raised his
silver eyebrows.
	Haldir smiled wickedly, 'Perhaps.' He said simply, 'Or
perhaps I do… and I want to be punished.' He came forward and
captured the silver haired Elf's attention, and mouth, in a soft but
passionate kiss.
	Celeborn moaned and brought a hand up to caress the side of
Haldir's face.  He parted his lips as the March Warden pushed his
warm, soft tongue forward, urging gently.
	Haldir shifted his lean body so that Celeborn's legs were on
either side of him as he kneeled on the bed, leaning forward to pin
his lover against the headboard.
	'Haldir…' Celeborn murmured as the other Elf slowly eased
him to lie back.  He opened his amber brown eyes, now darkened
with passion, to gaze up at his lover as Haldir's long blonde hair
fell around his shoulders in a shimmering shower.
	Haldir gently kissed his jaw and drew his hands down his
chest, undoing the clasps of his undershirt as he did.  He pulled
open the silky garment and dove downward, taking a dark colored
nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.
	Celeborn moaned and felt himself grow hard nearly instantly,
his Elfhood fighting with the constrains of his overly tight leggings.
	Haldir grinned and dragged his tongue across to his other
nipple, producing a similar reaction.
	'Ai, Haldir…' Celeborn began to breathe heavily.  He pushed
his head back against the pillows and threaded his fingers though
the March Warden's hair.
	At the sound of his lover's breathless, erotic cry Haldir's eyes
fluttered and he became painfully hard, his own member
combating with his leggings.
	He drew his hands tantalizingly down Celeborn's sides,
slipping them just past the waistband of his leggings.  He pulled
the diaphanous fabric down inch by inch.
	Celeborn groaned and bucked his hips impatiently, 'Saes,
Haldir… now.' He begged.
	Haldir pretended not to hear his pleas and moved at the
same pace, if not even slower, as he drew stray caresses across the
bulge in Celeborn's leggings.
	A wicked grin crossed Celeborn's lips, though Haldir was too
engrossed in his tormenting below the waist.  He quickly grabbed
hold of the younger Elf's shoulders and threw him onto his back,
climbing on top of him before he had the chance to react.
	Haldir stared wide-eyed up at his lover.
	Celeborn's grin widened and he leaned down to whisper in
his ear, his breath hot and moist on the pointed tip, 'I warned you
not to be cheeky.  Now I am forced to punish you.'
	He pulled open Haldir's undershirt and swiftly discarded it
to the floor, along with his own undershirt and pulled off his
leggings, releasing his pulsating member, before tugging off his
own.
	Haldir groaned when Celeborn ground their hardening
erections against each other.
	Celeborn's nimble hands quickly found their way to Haldir's
chest and he teased his nipples harshly with his fingertips, sending
pulses of desire and pleasure through the March Warden's body.
	Haldir panted, his lean body now glistening with sweat.
'Celeborn…' He moaned, thrusting his hips upward.
	Celeborn pulled himself down his lover's chest and down his
belly to its base, pausing for a moment at the soft nest of blonde
curls.
	Haldir shuttered in utter fulfillment as his silver haired lover
took the entirety of his rock hard member into the hot, wet cavern
of his mouth in a single motion.
	Celeborn massaged Haldir's creamy thighs as his tongue did
the same, moving down the sensitive underside to the tip.
	Haldir groaned and threw his head from side to side on the
pillows; his golden hair lay around him in a celestial-like scene.
	'Celeborn…' He moaned, 'Ai, my love…' He felt himself
tense as he came to his climax and finally release deep into the Elf-
lord's throat.
	Celeborn slowly pulled back, letting the wilting flesh slide
from his mouth.  He tossed his head back, throwing his long hair
over his shoulders as he swallowed.
	Haldir looked up at him, tired and spent.  He smiled sedately
at the look in his lover's eyes: the night was not over yet.
	He wrapped his arms around Celeborn's neck when he
leaned down and kissed him.  'Be gentle, my love.' He asked
softly, lazily stroking his cheek with a single finger.
	Celeborn smiled down at him, 'Anything for you, Haldir.' He
whispered.
	He felt Haldir pull in a sharp intake of breath as his hand slid
between his legs, brushing past his now spent Elfhood.  They had
made love hundreds of times before, but it still did not change how
tight Haldir was.
	He carefully slipped a single finger in, past the taut ring of
muscle, letting his lover adjust before adding another, scissoring
them gently while his free hand reached for the oil at their bedside.
	Haldir's hands clenched and unclenched in his silver hair for
a few moments, until he relaxed and then began to moan in
pleasure when his fingers brushed past his sweet spot.
	Celeborn continued, moving his fingers to stroke the spot
more rapidly, but only for a moment.  He withdrew his hand and
shifted his body, positioning himself against his lover and coating
himself with the sweet smelling oil.
	Haldir's eyes opened wide, as he knew what was coming
when he felt the blunt tip of Celeborn's painfully hard member
against his opening.
	A cry of mixed pain and pleasure escaped his lips as the Elf-
lord gently pushed forward, slowly sheathing himself in the tight,
wet heat.
	His blue-gray eyes darkened with unbridled lust and passion
and he bucked his hips, rocking them in unison with Celeborn's.
	'Ai, Haldir…' Celeborn moaned, 'So tight…' He whispered,
nipping at the sensitive tip of his pointed ear.
	Haldir cried out his name again and again in their heights of
passion, 'Ai, Celeborn… harder…'
	Celeborn drew back and thrust forward, increasing the
cadence, complying with his love's desires.
	Haldir's erotic cries and moaning pleas became
incomprehensible, as his thrusts grew harder and the rhythm
faded into feverish need.
	Celeborn kissed him hard on the lips, moaning into his
mouth as he finally came, releasing his quintessence deep within
Haldir's writhing body.
	He fell limply onto him, breathing heavily as he lay still, his
head resting on Haldir's still-heaving chest.
	He slowly left him, rolling over onto his back and gathering
Haldir into his arms.  He stroked his long blonde hair, pushing the
sweat-drenched strands from his face.
	Haldir nestled his head into the crook his Celeborn's neck,
content.  He laid a hand on his chest as his eyes began to grow
heavy.
	Celeborn gently clasped the hand in his, rubbing it gently,
'Sleep, my sweet dove.' He murmured, 'I will watch over you… for
all of eternity.'

The End