Title: Warrior of Moonlight
Author: Orchyd Constyne 
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Fandom: LOTR 
Archive: LoM, OEAM, AFF.net, Melethryn 
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or 
items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their 
respective copyright holders. 
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Character death
Beta: Half Elf Lost 
Cast: Celeborn/Haldir 
Summary: A night spent together before the siege of Dol 
Guldur.
Author Note: Dedicated to Vesta, who has stood beside me 
through more than most people would.  *hugs and kisses* 

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It is a dirty camp where I love him.  Our bodies are sore 
from the travel of several days.  Horses cannot easily 
navigate my forest, and so, with my wife and lover by my 
side, I lead my people on foot through the Golden Wood.  
The warmth the mellryn once gave has begun to die along 
with the fire in Galadriel's eyes.  The glory of Lórien is 
past, but there is still one task set before us ere the 
dawn of the new Age.  When Anor kisses the morning sky, we 
will face the darkness of Dol Guldur together, my warrior 
and I.  But that is for the day and tonight is for loving.

His leg is thrown over mine, my need for him resting heavy 
against his buttocks.  I cradle him to my chest with one 
arm while I gently tease his opening with glistening 
fingers.  Haldir's moans are soft, expelled on a shudder of 
breath that is as sweet as the wine we consumed.  His body 
is tight, clenching my fingers rhythmically as I carefully 
delve into his pliant body.  It is moments such as this, 
the quiet lovemaking, that make my old heart beat with 
painful intensity.  The love I feel for this Elf is almost 
frightening, and I bow my head to his neck, inhaling his 
fragrant, unique scent.  An eternity is too short a time 
for us, I believe, and so I long ago learned to savour each 
moment we share.

"Now," he whispers, his throat vibrating under my lips.

Yes.  Now.

We do not waste time with unnecessary gentleness.  I slip 
inside his body with ease, snug in his embrace.  Held to my 
chest in the cramped confines of our tent, movement is 
limited for us.  I do not mind.  Shallow rocking is more 
than we need, for this act ceased being something physical 
many years past.  With his soft mewls ringing in my ears, I 
press my lips to the lifebeat pulsing strong and steady 
under his skin.  There is a connection between us -- not 
only where I pierce him or where my lips taste his flesh, 
but a fine silver cord that draws my mind to his.  It is in 
moments like these that the pull is most demanding.

Like a fog parting, his mind is revealed to me.  How many 
times have I seen his thoughts, the warm shades of love he 
views me with?  Far too many to count.  I shift inside him, 
a wayward thought floating by telling me where he wants to 
be touched, and a stifled cry signals my success.

Within the lust-laden thoughts, I can sense a current of 
worry for his brothers, for his Lady, for me, and ... 
something else, something darker.  I push the thoughts 
away.  Tomorrow is a time to worry, now is our time.

He fights my presence for a moment, not wishing to 
relinquish the anxiety, but I persist and he no longer 
resists.  I pinch a nipple, bringing his attentions back to 
our activities.  His body becomes limp in my arms, and I 
open my glazed eyes.  Haldir's sex juts proudly from his 
body, dark and glistening, needy and desperate for my 
touch.  The night wears on and I feel both our exhaustion.  
I reach around and take him in hand, smearing the sticky 
fluids over the taut flesh.  He moans now with abandon, all 
thoughts of discretion gone with our new, intense sense of 
urgency.

Haldir is full in my hand.  I do not have to move the tight 
fist I make around him.  I do not move at all.  He pushes 
against my thighs, moves his body upon my shaft as he 
thrusts into my hand.  My warrior of silver.  My warrior of 
moonlight.  My warrior of shadow.  Throughout our life 
together, he has stood silently behind me, never recognized 
as the mate of my soul, but always welcomed me with open 
arms and soft eyes.  I hold him tighter, tilt his head 
toward me and cover his parted mouth with mine.

The kiss is sweet and long.  I probe the recess of his 
mouth, nip at his lips and suckle his tongue as his sex 
jerks once, twice, before spilling his milky seed over my 
hand and onto our sleeping mat.  As his passage squeezes 
me, and he moves his lips over my tongue as he does over my 
shaft, I tremble and stiffen, finding blissful release in 
his mind and body.

*****

He knew.

The darkness of Dol Guldur is laid to the sun, the light 
destroying all the evil that lurked in its depths.  But, 
the evilness of this land has already taken that which I 
held closest to me.

My warrior of moonlight lies before me, broken and bloody, 
his face swollen from the poisoned dart.  I feel the tears 
slip down my cheeks, Galadriel's hand on my shoulder, 
Rúmil's hair fanned out over his brother's still chest 
while Orophin tries to comfort him in his own grief.  We 
are a lost family now; our own bright star now burned out 
and dark where there was once light.

In the heat of our passion last night, he knew.  The 
darker, deeper thought I could not see was his knowledge 
that one of us would die this day.

Ever the warrior, ever the subject of his Lord, he could 
not allow it to be me.

He knew he would die this day.

The End