Title: A Fair Price 
Author(s): Oakenshield 
(Oakenshield@lonelymountain.zzn.com) and Galahad 
(galahad.warhorse@ntlworld.com)                 
                 
Pairing(s): Legolas / Haldir.  Aragorn / 
Haldir.  Legolas / Haldir / Aragorn
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What if Aragorn had to barter 
something to get into Lothlorien? 
Something, say, along the lines of the 
Prince of Mirkwood? And what if Haldir 
got a little more than he bargained for?
AN: FOTR movie-verse. Originally taken on 
by Oakenshield for a fic challenge 
on the tolkien_slash group, then Galahad 
joined the fun and it all got very 
out of control ;) Big thanks and kisses 
to Adrian for the beta.
Warnings: BDSM. Non con.




~PART ONE~

"How could you do that?!" Legolas hissed angrily at 
Aragorn, as he stalked beside him. Nearly seventy 
years of their friendship was hanging by a thread, cut 
cruelly by a few thoughtless words. Seven decades of 
trust squandered in one fast assumption of a Man's 
tongue. "What right do *you* have to offer *my* body 
to him?!" His eyes wandered the path ahead of them 
and found their way, against his will, to the front of the 
column where stood the one who had caused such 
menace upon his friendship with Aragorn. Haldir, 
standing as tall and straight and strong as a young tree, 
and far too handsome for his own good. Haldir, 
engaged in polite conversation with his brothers while 
standing with his head turned slightly towards Legolas, 
gazing at him with eyes that seemed to strip his clothes, 
and a smug smile playing on his lips. 
 
Never had he met Haldir before this day but he had 
known his name, and the reputation that followed 
noisily in its wake. Elrohir had warned of him in 
Rivendell and he had to admit he had been rather 
intrigued by the rumours. But now, after meeting the Elf 
face to face, he detested him. He detested his 
arrogance, his self-confidence, the way he had toyed 
with such a serious situation to turn it around to earn 
his own rewards. But most of all he detested Haldir's 
beauty, for one so hateful should never be allowed to 
be so fair. 
 
"You would not believe how close I am to hating you 
as much as I hate him," he uttered through clenched 
teeth to the Man at his side. 
 
Just ahead of them Merry and Pippin slowed their 
pace, nudging each other and cocking their heads in 
their direction. Trust them to be listening. But he didn't 
care. Let them know that their dear protector Strider 
was not so honourable in moments of panic. 
 
"Legolas, hush," Aragorn whispered, catching his arm. 
"The hobbits are listening." 
 
"I could not care less!" Legolas snarled aloud. He 
yanked his arm free. "You ought to be thankful they 
are so close to us, or I would have my knife at your 
throat. Please answer my question! What right did you 
think you had? Am I your whore now, to pass around 
as you please?!"

He swallowed thickly at the thought of Haldir's greedy 
hands undressing him and touching him in selfish 
caresses, striving to pull moans from his lips that would 
only serve to satisfy himself. He could almost see how 
Haldir's eyes would explore his naked flesh, like a 
hungry beast pawing at it's prey with a perverse delight 
in the torment it caused. No, he would not be taken 
like that. Not by him. And certainly not at Aragorn's 
say so.
 
"Legolas please believe me, I had no choice," Aragorn 
sighed. "I asked what he would take as an offer to give 
us entry to Lórien- " 
 
"And he replied my company for the night, and you 
gave it freely!" Legolas cried. "I cannot believe my 
dearest friend of so many years could do that!" He 
knew his voice revealed his feeling of betrayal through 
his anger and had it been to anyone but Aragorn he 
would have been horrified. But he knew Aragorn 
would be guilt-ridden by the tone. "I would gladly 
sleep with anyone to keep the hobbits from danger, but 
my body is mine to give as I choose, not to be offered 
by you as a toll."
 
Aragorn caught his arm again, clamping his grip firmly 
as he moved them to the side of the line. "I did not 
think you would react like this, I thought you would 
understand. I promised him your company for the 
night, no more. I said nothing about him bedding you." 
 
Legolas looked ahead again as Haldir spoke something 
at Rúmil's ear and a smile passed between the two. 
"He will not see it that way. Look at him, he's leering at 
me." He held Haldir's gaze as the march warden's eyes 
lustfully explored his frame. Yes, like a hungry beast he 
was. A beast that needed to be tamed before it did any 
more harm. 
 
Aragorn gave his arm a comforting squeeze. "You do 
not have to do anything, my friend." 
 
"You of all people should know we Elves do not go 
back on our word. And I certainly shall not go back on 
it. I can take care of myself. Friend." He pulled free 
from Aragorn's hand and strode to the front of the line 
to stand defiantly beside Haldir. 
 
Haldir turned to regard him with the sweetest of smiles. 
So innocent it was almost saccharine, like honey 
dripping sticky over hot toast. Sweet but sickening in 
too large an amount. "You are weary," he commented, 
sliding a hand over Legolas's arm. "You must rest this 
evening." 
 
Legolas felt his skin crawl again and tried to move his 
arm but Haldir had formed a firm grip on the limb. 
Leaning in close enough for his lips to brush Legolas's 
ear, he whispered so quietly that no one near could 
overhear: 
 
"I will come for you tomorrow night." 
 
****

It was with a sigh and a heavy heart that Aragorn 
approached the pavilion that had been erected for the 
Fellowship the following night. Legolas had hardly 
breathed a word to him since they had entered the 
wood and he needed the Elf's comfort. Gandalf's death 
weighed on his mind and he needed the ear and the 
arms of his oldest friend. But neither were open to him, 
and he knew he only had himself to blame.
 
It had been a stupid thing to do, but he had panicked. 
With orcs on their trail and weary hobbits at his feet, 
he had been prepared to do anything. He would have 
even offered himself had Haldir desired him. But he 
had the right to offer himself; he did not have the right 
to offer Legolas. 
 
He had seen little of Legolas that day and even less of 
Haldir. The guardian had left Legolas well alone in the 
presence of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, and 
had not bothered him for the remainder of the evening. 
His duties had prevented him from being near the 
Mirkwood prince for the next day. But now the 
second night had come and Aragorn knew Haldir 
would be waiting. And he knew that Legolas, in a 
proud gesture of defiance, would go to him. 
 
He drew back the canvas at the opening of the pavilion 
and peered inside to find Legolas crouched before a 
mirror, combing his hair. He appeared to have donned 
the best robes their hosts had been able to find. Dark 
velvet with a silver-buckled belt at his waist. His hair 
hung loose down his back, shimmering in the pale 
moonlight that filtered through the canvas. It looked 
slightly damp; he must have washed it. 
 
Taking a breath, Aragorn pushed the door flap aside 
and stepped heavily to announce his presence. He saw 
the Elf's back stiffen but Legolas did not turn, rather 
choosing to ignore him. 
 
"You look lovely," he said softly. 
 
Legolas glanced into the mirror to meet the eyes of 
Aragorn's reflection. "What do you want?" he asked 
frostily, tossing his head to let his hair settle over his 
shoulders. 
 
"I wanted to make sure you were all right," Aragorn 
walked towards him. "It is my fault you are doing this. I 
was wrong to tell him he could have you." 
 
"That's for certain." The Elf rose to his feet, turning 
swiftly to stride past Aragorn. "Is that all? I have an 
appointment to keep." 
 
"I was just so desperate to get into the safety of the 
Wood," Aragorn stepped in front of him to stop him. 
"We cannot leave things between us like this, Legolas. 
Please. At least let me try to make it up to you. I shall 
even come with you if you wish." He knew the words 
were mistimed as soon as he said them and he cringed. 
 
"What as? My chaperone? That would make me feel 
like a proper whore." Legolas shoved him out of the 
way and stepped outside into the cool evening air. "I 
told you, I can take care of myself."
 
"Why all the effort?" Aragorn indicated to his hair and 
robes. "Why make yourself so appetising for an Elf you 
know would eat you alive?" He was loath to admit that 
he felt a slight pang of jealousy at the thought of Haldir 
receiving such a finely dressed morsel. But he had no 
right to feel so resentful, for he alone had handed it to 
him on a plate. 
 
Unable to compose a polite answer, Legolas merely 
scowled at him then looked pensively ahead into the 
trees. "Well. I suppose I shall see you in the morning, 
*Estel*," he spat, before walking to meet the 
approaching forms of Orophin and Rúmil. 
 
"Legolas," Aragorn called softly after his friend, who 
only raised a dismissive hand in response. "I know you 
are no easy touch, and I know you are not as innocent 
as you look. Make sure he knows it." 
 
Aragorn watched as the three Elves exchanged some 
words before turning to walk into the trees. He waited 
some moments, as his pride argued with his 
conscience, before slipping into the shadows of the 
trees to the left side of the path. Something nagging at 
the corners of his mind told him that he should not let 
Legolas go alone. Something ordered him to follow 
and he did.  
 
He stole silently after the trio, far enough back to keep 
from their sight, but near enough to hear their 
conversation. And near enough to see Legolas's 
discomfort at the situation. Haldir seemed to have 
mentored his brothers in his likeness. 
 
He watched as Orophin moved closer to Legolas and 
his hand meandered slyly around the small of his back. 
"Haldir has been greatly looking forward to this," he 
heard him say. "He is waiting for you in his chambers 
as we speak." 
 
Rúmil's hand moved next to attempt a caress to 
Legolas's cheek, but it was caught before it reached its 
summit. 
 
"I did not believe you and Orophin were part of the 
deal, Rúmil," he heard Legolas speak coldly. 
 
He could not see Rúmil's smile in the shadows but he 
could hear it in his voice as he asked. "Do you have 
brothers, Legolas?" 
 
He heard the frown in Legolas's voice. "Yes, I have 
two older brothers." 
 
"Just like me," Rúmil caught his elbow and directed him 
left. "Do your brothers not share with you? Do you not 
share with them?" 
 
"We share things like delicacies, and money," Legolas 
replied tersely. 
 
"As Haldir shares sweet and rich things with us." 
Orophin halted their path at the base of a mallorn and 
Aragorn ducked behind a shielding trunk. 
 
As a shudder gripped him, Aragorn began to wonder 
how many unwitting travellers this had happened to in 
the past. It had been the deal for only Haldir to have 
Legolas's company, not his brothers. He knew Legolas 
could take care of Haldir well enough but he was no 
match for three of them. 
 
"But we are only here to escort you," he heard 
Orophin continue, "as Haldir was in no state of dress 
to come and fetch you himself. We have been ordered 
to leave you alone tonight." He pulled a ladder down 
from the lower branches. "We are here." 
 
Aragorn allowed himself to relax a little but he was in 
no mind to move until Legolas came safely back from 
the talan in the morning.   
 
He was near enough now to hear Rúmil whisper to 
Legolas. "Perhaps we may enjoy you some other 
time." 
 
He also was near enough to see the shiver than ran 
down Legolas's spine and the incredulous glare that 
crossed his face as he stared at the ladder. "I can 
climb," the Mirkwood Elf told the brothers. 
 
"Yes, we know that, but you don't want to ruin those 
lovely robes that are so becoming on you," Orophin 
stroked the dark velvet on his shoulder. "Up you go. 
Mind to pull the ladder up after you. We shall leave 
you now. Come, Rúmil." 
 
Aragorn crouched deeper into the roots of the tree and 
wrapped his cloak tighter round himself. He was 
certainly in no mind to move. 

~TBC~ 


~PART TWO~
 
As hard as he tried to fight the feeling, Legolas found 
that he was secretly rather looking forward to his 
appointment with the march warden, and his chance to 
put the proud Elf in his place. Or he would have been if 
it had been his choice to do it, if he wasn't so 
downright furious with Aragorn, if he wasn't so 
annoyed with Haldir's conceited complacency, and so 
troubled at the suspicion that Rúmil and Orophin may 
be sharing their brother's earnings.
 
Actually, he told himself sternly, he wasn't looking 
forward to it at all. Not one little bit. Not even a tiny 
little bit. In fact, he would have rather gone through 
Moria again. 
 
The brothers' shadows melted into the trees like ghosts 
and Legolas grasped the sides of the ladder with 
clammy hands. 
 
/For goodness sake, why are you so nervous? / he 
asked himself. 
 
/Perhaps you are nervous that you will not be reluctant 
when you see him? / the darker part of his conscience 
replied. /Or perhaps you have a notion in your heart of 
what will come to pass. He will not use you; you know 
what you will do to him if he tries. / 
 
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he slowly made 
his way up the ladder until he reached a wide branch 
that served as a platform, part-curtained to shield it 
from prying eyes. Outside on the limb, he pulled the 
ladder up and coiled it over the branch. 
 
"Ah, Legolas." Haldir's voice seemed to hang in the 
darkness. "I have been waiting for you. Come in." 
 
Pushing a gauzy curtain aside, Legolas stepped onto 
the polished wooden flooring of the talan. His delicate 
footfall made no sound, yet he felt as though his every 
intention was already known. He felt small. 
 
Despite the sharpness of his Elven hearing, it seemed 
the only sound in the room was the pounding of his 
traitorous heart, until his host for the evening finally 
spoke again. 
 
"I wanted to see just how desperate Aragorn was to 
reach Caras Galadhon." Haldir's voice was soft. "I 
wanted to see if it was important enough that he would 
give you." A soft chuckle followed. "Though I wanted 
you anyway. I wanted you from the moment I first saw 
you. Take off your shoes." 
 
Legolas obediently slipped off his boots and stepped 
further into the room, into the shimmering cage of 
curtains hanging between the branches. Candles 
illuminated the space in a dim gold glow and he blinked 
as his eyes adjusted themselves to the light. 
 
After taking in the simple beauty of the bedchamber, 
his gaze came to rest on the bed, where Haldir lay 
propped against plush pillows in a flimsy robe of pale 
green silk, a glass of wine in his hand. The powerfully 
built Elf regarded him with a faint smile on his lips. 
 
"Do you sleep with him? Are you his comfort away 
from Lady Arwen? Are you his tart? Is that why he 
offered you so freely to me?" 
 
Legolas remained silent. 
 
"You do not wish to answer my question?" Haldir 
raised an eyebrow at Legolas and patted the space 
beside him invitingly. 
 
"I do not wish to rise to your provocation," the prince 
answered judiciously, crossing the floor. 
 
"What a pity. But perhaps I can persuade you to rise 
to something else." Haldir raised himself on one elbow 
to pour a glass of wine for his guest. "Have a drink." 
 
Legolas cast his gaze to the floor as Haldir's robe lost 
contact with the left side of his body, exposing a strong 
shoulder and the firm muscle of his chest. 
 
"Please, sit." He caught Legolas's hand and pulled him 
gently on to the bed beside him. "Drink, or I must find 
other ways to persuade you to relax." He put the wine 
glass into his hand. 
 
Legolas took the wine from him and took a cautious 
sip of it as Haldir reclined lazily against the pillows, his 
robe slipping back again, this time to reveal a dark 
nipple. 
 
"Sweet Elbereth," Legolas whispered, against himself. 
 
"Why say that?" Haldir reached to a bowl of cut fruit 
on the table beside him and plucked out a slice of 
apple. "Surely you are not seeing stars already?" 
 
He offered the fruit to Legolas, but the prince declined 
with a shake of his head, still afraid to let Haldir touch 
him lest the touches never stop. The Lórien Elf smiled 
knowingly at him, locking his gaze as he slipped the 
thin piece of fruit slowly and deliberately between his 
dark, full lips. 
 
Legolas felt a sudden throb deep in his groin, and 
swallowed hard as Haldir closed his eyes to savour the 
flesh of the fruit. Juice dribbled from the corner of his 
mouth, and Haldir tipped his head back, showing 
Legolas the trail as it dripped from his chin onto his 
chest, dangerously close to that firm nipple. 
 
Legolas swallowed hard and forced himself not to 
reach out for the shimmering bead of juice. Instead, he 
had to watch as Haldir used a long finger to sweep up 
the fluid, licking it swiftly from his fingertip. Inwardly, 
he cursed himself for getting pulled into the trap of 
Haldir's seduction so easily. He wasn't sure why, but 
he had imagined he would simply be pounced on, 
rather
than enticed, almost wooed, by the Galadhrim fighter. 
 
"Come and lie beside me, Legolas." 
 
Legolas moved to lie tamely beside him, Aragorn's 
words suddenly ringing in his mind: /I know you are no 
easy touch. / But was he? After all this time, was 
Aragorn wrong? 
 
Legolas settled back on the pillows beside Haldir, 
taking a generous mouthful of the sweet tasting wine 
and trying to swallow it without choking. 
 
"Is the wine to your taste?" Haldir asked, reaching 
across him to put down his wine glass and lift the bowl 
of fruit from the table, deliberately pressing their bodies 
close. 
 
"It's fine. Pleasant enough," Legolas said softly, leaning 
his weight on his elbow. 
 
"Tell me, Legolas," Haldir pressed a piece of fruit 
against the prince's lips. "How old are you?" 
 
Legolas bit into the fruit. Pear. "2931 years old," he 
replied. 
 
"Only three years older than Rúmil," Haldir grinned. 
"How sweet." 
 
For some reason, the comment made Legolas shiver. 
 
"You are nervous," Haldir stated, raising a hand to run 
his fingers through Legolas's hair. "I imagined you to be 
more feisty than this. Though this is good too." 
 
/I'll give you feisty, / Legolas thought angrily. /Patronize 
me once more and you'll see more than feisty. / 
 
"You will be such a joy to teach," Haldir mused, pulling 
a slice of peach from the centre of the bowl with 
supple fingers. "Tell me, do you like peaches?" He put 
the fruit into Legolas's hand. 
 
"They are all right," Legolas replied, tensing as he felt 
Haldir's hand reach for the belt of his robes. 
 
"Why don't we lose these robes of yours, my dear?" 
whispered the march warden as he unclasped the belt. 
"As lovely as you look in them, they only serve as a 
cover to your natural beauty. Just like the soft velvet 
outer skin of that peach in your fair hand hides the even 
sweeter treasures underneath it." His fingers made 
quick work of the pin at the collar. "Therefore, we peel 
it back to enjoy the flavour properly." He opened his 
mouth as he pushed the heavy velvet back from 
Legolas's shoulders. 
 
Legolas put the fruit into Haldir's mouth, remembering, 
and now understanding, Aragorn's last words to him. 
Slowly and thoughtfully he began to lick the juices from 
his own fingers. 
 
"Why do you look at me in such a way?" he asked 
meekly, as Haldir divested him of his robes, leaving 
him in naught but his leggings. Tipping his head to one 
side like a young Elfling, Legolas turned his hips away 
from Haldir as though shy of his body, crossing his 
thighs a little in a manner he knew made the soft bulge 
in his leggings even more prominent. Haldir's eyes 
dropped immediately to the generous curve of his 
quarry's sex, and he leaned toward Legolas, catching 
his hand and raising it to his lips. 
 
"You're not very experienced in the ways of love are 
you?" Haldir said, pulling Legolas' middle finger into his 
mouth. "Does this gesture not remind you of anything?" 
 
Fighting hard against the wave of lust that washed over 
him, Legolas shook his head. 
 
"Do not fret," Haldir smiled smugly. "We're going to 
have fun, my dear Greenleaf." 
 
/Yes, I am. / Placing his wine on the table beside 
Haldir's, Legolas reached for another piece of pear 
and licked the dripping juice from it with feigned 
innocence. 
 
"You do that so beautifully," Haldir whispered. "Do it 
again." 
 
Putting on a confused frown, Legolas ran his tongue 
along the length of the sliver of fruit once more before 
pulling it into his mouth. 
 
"Come here," Haldir raised a hand to the back of his 
neck to pull him down. "Let me taste that." He kissed 
Legolas roughly, forcing his tongue into his mouth. 
 
Legolas sank down beside him, leaning his weight 
across the march warden's chest, lying tensely as his 
mouth was plundered by his would-be lover. 
 
"Surely you have done *this* before?" Haldir asked. 
"Kiss me back, Legolas. Come, don't be shy." 
 
Legolas opened his mouth to twine his tongue with 
Haldir's, shifting to lie flat on top of him. He could feel 
the burn of Haldir's arousal pressing into his groin and 
forced himself not to be stirred by it. Not yet. He just 
had to make the Elf lose himself a little, just a little.
 
He reached back with one hand, groping until his 
fingertips recognised the leather of his belt. 
 
"Mmm, that's good," Haldir murmured against his lips. 
 
Legolas rolled his hips against Haldir's, making it seem 
like he was only adjusting his position. He grinned as 
Haldir shot a hand up to clutch the headboard. Making 
a loop with the belt, he followed that hand up, slipping 
a strip of the leather under the flexing wrist. 
 
"Your innocence will undo me," Haldir gasped. 
 
"Will it?" Led only by touch and estimation, Legolas 
slipped the other end of the belt behind the rungs of the 
headboard. 
 
"How many lovers have you had?" Haldir asked with a 
smirk. 
 
With one quick twist of the hand, Legolas had bound 
his left wrist to the headboard. "Quite enough to know 
what folk like you are like," he snarled, pouncing to tie 
Haldir's other wrist in place before the startled march 
warden could react. "I have news for you, Haldir of 
Lórien - no one takes advantage of me and no one 
forces me to do anything against my will." He tugged 
the belt to make sure Haldir was held firmly. 
 
The proud Galadhrim's face twisted into a grimace. 
"Why, you sneaky little…" 
 
"I'm afraid that's what comes from being so arrogant," 
Legolas smiled sweetly at him, moving to sit astride his 
hips, sharply pinching his nipples, feeling them harden 
through the fine silk of the robe. "You were so busy 
concentrating on your own agenda that you missed 
mine." He leaned forward and kissed him chastely 
upon the lips. "But fret not, I will still give you a good 
time." 
 
Haldir pulled in his restraints for a good few seconds, 
his strong muscles knotting in his arms, before he gave 
in to defeat and lay back panting and trembling with 
fury. 
 
"Ah, but you quiver so beautifully," Legolas mocked as 
Haldir fixed him with an angry glare. "Now, I believe 
you wanted me. Do you still? Now you know I'm not 
as vulnerable as you first thought." He sat back and 
reached for another mouthful of wine, scrutinizing 
Haldir in his gaze. "And you asked me if this reminded 
me of something?" He dipped his finger into the glass 
and sucked the wine languidly from the digit, hearing 
Haldir whimper softly beneath him. "Perhaps it does." 
His other hand made deft work of undoing the ties on 
Haldir's robes, eyeing the tense erection that rose 
before him. "My, aren't we eager?" 
 
"Legolas," Haldir squirmed beneath him. "Release me 
now, and there won't be any trouble…" 
 
Legolas ran his finger lightly up the underside of 
Haldir's shaft, feeling it twitch in the wake of his touch. 
"You thought me sweet, did you? Perhaps you are 
thinking now that you have bitten off a little more than 
you can chew."  He plucked another piece of peach 
from the bowl. "Peaches seem so soft," he mused, "yet 
in the middle of it all, you find a hard stone. So, if you 
bite too greedily, you may get hurt. Funny that, isn't it? 
How something that looks so sweet and tender is able 
to cause you so much … discomfort." He smirked as 
Haldir's eyes grew wide. "Now, what does this gesture 
remind me of?" he taunted, pulling the fruit into his 
mouth with his tongue. "Oh, yes, I know." And with 
that, he sunk down the bed and swallowed Haldir's 
length into his throat, hearing a howl of desire emit 
from the march warden's mouth. 
 
"Ai! Legolas!" 
 
Legolas licked slowly back up his length then 
swallowed him again as Haldir's flesh pulsed 
demandingly against the roof of his mouth. Strange an 
Elf who seemed to be so experienced should be so 
impatient, he thought to himself, amused. He raised his 
head and drew his tongue in lazy circles around the 
shaft, only halting to tickle the sensitive skin at the 
crown.  He lifted his eyes to meet Haldir's gaze and 
allowed the confined Elf watch every slow movement 
of his tongue against his flesh. Triumph washed over 
him as the defiance melted from Haldir's eyes and the 
haughty march warden began to relax beneath his 
warm caresses. 
 
He waited until he could taste the warning of Haldir's 
climax before he pulled back suddenly and drew up his 
body to kiss him. "Taste yourself," he commanded. 
"You taste good." 
 
Haldir hungrily pulled his lower lip between his teeth, 
biting hard enough to hurt. "I'd rather taste you," he 
whispered breathlessly, twisting in his restraints and 
arching his body up against Legolas's.
 
Pulling back, lest he became further aroused by the 
bucking motion, Legolas moved to straddle Haldir's 
chest, tugging the ties of his leggings loose to release 
his erection. "Then you can taste me." 
 
Haldir opened his mouth expectantly, his face dropping 
as Legolas shook his head. 
 
"Greedy, aren't we?" he teased, taking himself in his 
hand and stroking himself slowly, watching Haldir's 
eyes turn dark with lust. He gathered a bead of his 
own fluid on his fingertips and placed it against Haldir's 
lips. "Sample first. You do not know if you will like it." 
 
Haldir licked his fingers greedily. "I like it," he said 
huskily. "I want more, my beautiful prince." 
 
Legolas withdrew his finger, running the wet tip across 
Haldir's lower lip.
 
"You don't take that much taming do you, my lovely?" 
he whispered, watching the anger of the insult return to 
Haldir's eyes. "But what can you do my fair cousin? 
You are at my mercy now." He stroked his finger 
down Haldir's cheek, smiling as the other Elf tried to 
move from his touch. "You have been very bad, 
Haldir," he told him softly. "Now, do you know what 
happens to naughty little Elflings?" He ran his fingertips 
lightly down Haldir's ribs feeling his muscles tense as he 
tried not to squirm beneath the torment. "No? Well, 
they get spanked, so they don't do it again." 
 
Disbelief tightened Haldir's features. "You would not 
dare," he spat, composing himself in a second, 
determined not to let the Mirkwood prince see his 
discomfort. 
 
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Slipping one strong arm behind 
Haldir's knees, Legolas lifted his legs and held them 
firmly against his chest, sitting back to admire the 
exposed rear of his prisoner. "Lets play things my way, 
the Mirkwood way. You see, living constantly 
surrounded by evil, you come to pick up some of their 
ways. Some are not all bad." 
 
Haldir's cheeks flushed in shame of his vulnerable 
position. "You are insane! Possessed!" He tried to 
struggle free but Legolas held him firmly. "I do not 
know what madness has taken you while you have 
been in the presence of that Ring - " 
 
He aimed the first stinging slap against the tender flesh 
at the back of Haldir's thighs. "Do not try to insult me 
Haldir, you are not in the position to." 
 
Haldir yelped in shock and pain. "You will pay dearly 
for this, my dear Greenleaf," he promised, clenching his 
teeth to suppress a cry as another slap landed against 
his backside. 
 
"You are not in the position to threaten me either," 
Legolas told him, slapping him hard enough to leave 
the red mark of his hand. "You have insulted me, 
Haldir." He landed two short and sharp blows to each 
cheek of his rear, feeling his own hand smart at the 
impact. "You have offended my honour." He stroked 
his hand gently across the burning skin, glancing up to 
see Haldir swallow hard in anticipation of the next 
blow. He waited some moments, delighting in his 
torment while the steely eyes of the Galadhrim grew 
wide. Without warning, he drew his hand back from 
the soothing motion and struck hard. 
 
Haldir cried out, his cheeks flushing scarlet instantly. 
His eyes filled with tears of shame. "Legolas…" he 
whispered. 
 
"Yes, my lover?"  Legolas enquired sweetly, not 
ceasing his brutal punishment one bit. 
 
A reluctant tear streaked Haldir's cheek and he turned 
his face into the pillow to try to brush it away. 
 
"Are you going to ask me to stop?" he asked, aiming a 
hard smack against a reddened patch of skin. "You will 
have to ask nicely." 
 
"I will never beg of you!" Haldir growled. 
 
"Are you sure?" Legolas halted his spanking and gently 
cupped Haldir's testicles in his heated palm. "Are you 
really sure you wouldn't beg me?" He squeezed the 
soft sac firmly before slowly pulling back his hand to 
aim another blow to the most sensitive part of the 
body. He held Haldir's eyes as his hand hovered in mid 
air. "Are you sure?" He brought his hand down. 
 
"NO!" Haldir cried, finding strength in his panic to 
wriggle free and avoid the blow. "Legolas no! 
PLEASE!" He gasped and closed his eyes to hide his 
humiliation as his begging words left his lips. 
 
Legolas shifted up his body to sit astride his hips. "I 
think you enjoyed that a little more than you would like 
me to think." He pressed his weight down onto the 
hard heat of Haldir's arousal. "I certainly enjoyed it," he 
continued. "Can't you see how worked up it's got me?" 
He felt himself throb impossibly harder as Haldir's eyes 
fluttered open and his lustful stare settled between his 
legs to eye the full erection that rose from his untied 
leggings. Indeed, he had been *very* aroused by it, he 
realised with no small amount of astonishment.
 
He reached for his wine again, soothing his heated 
hand on the cool glass as he took a sip. The wine was 
a little overly sweet, he decided as he held the liquid in 
his mouth while he watched the restless state of the 
Galadhrim beneath him. 
 
Haldir smiled up at him with a sweet smile of triumph 
as he swallowed the wine slowly. "Oh, you are mine 
now Legolas," he whispered. "You won't be able to 
hold back now." 
 
As he tried to comprehend the march warden's words, 
a bittersweet texture of fine powder hit the back of his 
throat in the mouthful as the wine slid down. Then he 
realised. Haldir had drugged him. 
 
He nearly dropped the glass with shaking hands but 
collected himself before Haldir could see his fear. With 
his free hand, he tugged Haldir's hair to raise his head. 
"Why not have a drink, Haldir?" He pressed the glass 
to his lips and tipped it, forcing as much as he could 
down Haldir's throat. 
 
Haldir had no choice but to swallow it, and to 
Legolas's horror, he only smiled as the last drop of 
wine dribbled from the corner of his mouth. "That will 
make things a lot worse for you if you are intending to 
dampen me," he said with a chuckle. 
 
"What is in it?" Legolas whispered. "What have you 
given me?" 
 
"It's just something to make us both feel a little more 
friendly," Haldir explained smugly to him. "It won't do 
you any harm, I often enjoy the stuff. I have already 
had half a glass of it so forcing that down my throat will 
do nothing to discourage me." He bucked his hips 
beneath Legolas. "Can't you feel it working through 
you?" 
 
Looking long at Haldir, and trying to force back the 
warm flutters of lust that were caressing him, Legolas 
let his glass drop to the mattress, ruby wine spilling 
across the pale sheets like blood. "No…" he 
whispered, the role of master suddenly reversed. "I will 
not allow this…" he cursed his body for reacting to 
Haldir's movement but was powerless to stop it. 
 
"But you have no choice," Haldir smiled. "As you said, 
dear Greenleaf, that is what comes of concentrating on 
your own actions rather than mine."  He bucked 
forcefully off the bed, throwing Legolas off his body 
and onto the floor, knocking the table over with a 
clatter and a crash. "I was going to play nicely, thinking 
you were nervous and shy, but now I know otherwise 
I don't think I will." 
 
Dazed by the sudden fall, Legolas shook his head to 
clear his wits and raised his head to look up at Haldir. 
The Galadhrim had worked a hand free from his 
bindings... 

~TBC~



~PART THREE~
 
Aragorn paced nervously at the base of the tree, fear 
making his breath come in gasps. A crash from above 
his head had caused him to jump to his feet just 
seconds before and he was truly beginning to worry 
about the fate of his dearest friend. He had heard 
Legolas's triumphant torture of the march warden and 
had revelled in it with silent laughter, but something 
now made him wonder if Haldir was seeking to find his 
revenge. 
 
A cry, that he instantly recognised as Legolas, decided 
for him and he turned swiftly to head up to Haldir's lair. 
Even without the ladder, the deeply textured bark of 
the tree made it a fairly easy climb for someone who 
had lived so long in the wild, and Aragorn scaled it in a 
moment. In stark contrast to the noises of the scuffle he 
had heard from the ground, there did not seem to be 
much in the way of sound coming from Haldir's richly 
screened chamber, and the Man had expected at the 
very least Elven cries of lust. But there was too little of 
either for his liking, and despite his promise to Haldir 
that Legolas was his for the night, the Ranger had to 
investigate, and could wait no longer. Legolas was in 
trouble; he knew it in his heart. 
 
Gingerly pushing aside the curtain, Aragorn was 
horrified at the scene before him. 
 
Legolas was draped face down over the edge of the 
bed, his knees on the talan rug and his arms stretched 
out across the covers. Haldir was kneeling behind him, 
stroking his back gently with one hand while working 
two fingers of the other deep into the Elf's rear. Oil 
glistened on the prince's cheeks and on Haldir's hand, 
and Legolas seemed to be enjoying the stimulation, 
rubbing a healthy erection against the bed. But 
something seemed wrong to Aragorn; something jarred 
beneath the jealousy he felt.
 
The heady scent of wine filled the air, but under it was 
- something else? Aragorn racked his memorry for the 
source of the sweet, light scent, and when it came to 
him his blood ran cold. Sibelia, a tiny white field-flower 
whose petals, when dried and ground into a powder.... 
No. Haldir had poisoned his beloved Legolas, and was 
taking advantage of the Prince's weakened state for his 
own pleasure. 
 
Charging into the bedroom, Aragorn was surprised 
when Haldir did not react, for he had expected the 
march warden to leap away from Legolas as soon as 
he saw how furious the Man was. But Haldir was now 
too full of the lustful effects of the Sibelia herb, and he 
simply smiled at Aragorn with half-lidded eyes, unable 
to think with his usual clarity despite his honeyed 
comments to Legolas about who might be in control. 
 
Rage overtook Aragorn, and he stepped up to Haldir's 
kneeling form and viciously backhanded him around 
the face, sending him falling backwards onto the rug 
with a dull thud. Haldir's muscles were so relaxed by 
the wine he had drunk it caused him no hurt, but the 
Man was on top of him and winding his fists into the 
Elf's hair before he could even think about composing 
himself. Aragorn leaned close to the aristocratic 
Galadhrim face and stared into the glittering eyes. 
 
"And what made you think you could use Prince 
Legolas in such a way, my good Haldir?" The use of 
the Mirkwood Elf's title was a thinly veiled threat. 
 
"Why you did, of course." Haldir's tone was sweet and 
innocent, and he stared directly back into Aragorn's 
eyes. "You gave me the use of your beautiful friend for 
the night, did you not? I trust the hospitality of the 
Golden Wood is worth the body of your golden 
lover..." his eyes roamed back to Legolas, as the 
prince staggered onto the bed, frowning and blinking 
as though he were trying to figure out what was going 
on. 
 
"A--Aragorn?" Legolas murmured in a confused tone 
as though his eyes had only just recognised his friend. 
"Why are you here? I told you not to come … I… 
what…?" 
 
Aragorn had meant to break Haldir down, to make 
him pay for his arrogance, but all structured thought 
had gone from his head and he merely struck Haldir 
another vicious blow. The Elf was almost flipped over 
onto his face, still too drugged and weak to resist, and 
as he groaned softly, lying on the rug before Aragorn's 
predatory gaze, an idea began to form in the Man's 
mind. He knew how he would treat Haldir to make him 
understand. He would use him as the arrogant Elf had 
planned to use his beloved Legolas. 
 
Rolling Haldir the rest of the way over onto his front, 
Aragorn's tone became soothing, almost conciliatory, 
as he began to stroke the Lórien Elf's muscled back. 
 
"Perhaps you are right, Haldir, my friend. I did indeed 
allow you the use of Legolas, and now I would have a 
little fun for myself. Is that not fair recompense for my 
generosity?" 
 
The abrupt change in Aragorn was lost on Haldir in his 
dreamy state, and he appeared to be considering the 
Man's words. Shifting a little to relieve the pressure on 
his still-flourishing erection, he turned his head a little to 
look Aragorn in the eye. "What fun would you have?" 
 
"This," replied Aragorn, slipping his hands under the 
Elf's arms and hauling him up onto his knees until his 
back pressed against Aragorn's chest. 
 
The hard ridge of the Man's shaft pressed against 
Haldir's buttocks, and a puzzled expression passed 
across the Elf's face as it slowly dawned upon him that 
he was to be the focus of Aragorn's fun, and that 
Legolas, forgotten somewhat in the Ranger's attack, 
had utterly escaped his clutches. He searched about 
for the Mirkwood Elf, only to see him reclining on the 
bed, eating another slice of peach and revelling in his 
former suitor's loss of control. 
 
Haldir made a half-hearted attempt to struggle, but 
most of his writhing merely pressed him against 
Aragorn more firmly. The Man's anger had faded now 
his dear Legolas was safe, but the sight and feeling of 
the strong, muscular body flexing naked against him 
was beginning to inflame him far more. He pulled 
Haldir's hair with one hand, arching the Elf against him, 
and drew the flat of his other hand down the rippling 
belly as Legolas materialised beside him, a small crystal 
bowl in the palm of his hand.
 
"Oil," whispered the royal Elf, holding it out to 
Aragorn. Haldir's eyes widened as he looked at 
Legolas, kneeling like a statue holding the bowl. 
 
Sliding his hand up Haldir's chest to cup his chin, 
Aragorn tilted Haldir's head back as he slipped his 
other hand to the bindings of his worn trousers, pulling 
at the ties until he had freed his shaft. Legolas' soft 
hand went immediately to his sex, seeking the hard 
warmth it was so familiar with. Aragorn hissed as his 
beloved slicked him with the oil, but Legolas leaned in 
and swallowed the exclamation in a deep kiss. 
 
A delightfully helpless whimper rose from their 
powerful captive, now afraid at last of what he might 
have brought on himself. But Aragorn freed himself 
from his companion's kiss, and he whispered into 
Haldir's hair "Fear not, my friend, I shall give you only 
what you deserve." 
 
The march warden felt slender Elven fingers gently 
anointing his entrance. But the tender touch lasted only 
a moment, and Haldir gave a choked sob as they 
withdrew, pressing himself back against Aragorn even 
as Legolas resumed his leisurely sprawl on the soft 
mattress to watch them. Bringing one hand around to 
Haldir's aching sex, Aragorn away wiped the trail of 
silvery milt slipping from the tip, and brought it to his 
lips. Then, wrapping both arms around the kneeling 
Elf's waist as his own shaft unerringly found its target, 
Aragorn slowly pushed himself home. 
 
Haldir was tight - by Elbereth, he was tight, clasping 
Aragorn's heavy sex like a maiden as he slowly 
yielded. The Man had expected easy entry into a well-
used body, but the muscled Elf was as strong in his 
most intimate part as he was in all else, and would give 
up his honour slowly and by degrees. 
Clasping the Elf to him and leaning back a little, 
Aragorn began to bounce Haldir back onto him, 
revelling in the moans slipping from the march warden's 
lips as he gradually gave himself up to his own need for 
relief. 
 
Reaching down, the Elf tried to grasp his bobbing shaft 
to ease his desperation, but Aragorn batted his hand 
away, taking the thick flesh in a firm grip that made 
Haldir groan. Deep inside, deeper even than the rigid 
sex plundering him, the Elf knew he was about to pay 
for his behaviour. Aragorn took a moment to glance up 
at Legolas, seeing the pale beauty sighing blissfully on 
the mattress, pleasuring himself with legs spread wide. 
For a brief time the two caught each other's gaze and 
smiled, sharing their passion, before Legolas laid his 
head back upon the pillows and lost himself to 
sensation. 
 
"You feel left out, my love?" Aragorn whispered to 
him, gripping Haldir tightly against his chest. 
 
The Galadhrim whimpered desperately at the sudden 
loss of movement and tried to push back further but 
Aragorn held him firmly. 
 
"I would like a little fun for myself, yes," Legolas 
whispered back, smiling slowly at the Ranger over 
Haldir's head, as though the other Elf was merely an 
insignificant presence. "Bring him over here." 
 
With as much reluctance as anticipation of things to 
come, Aragorn withdrew from Haldir's body, letting 
the Elf fall forward onto his hands and knees with a 
shuddering cry of incompletion. 
 
"Up," Aragorn demanded, grasping him by the hair and 
hauling him to his feet. 
 
Legolas made room on the bed as Haldir was thrown 
face down next to him. Smiling somewhat drunkenly at 
Aragorn again, he held the march warden down in his 
prone position until the Man joined them on the bed. 
Heavily under the influence of the drug he had planned 
to use to his aid, Haldir writhed helplessly against the 
soft quilt, trying to gain some semblance of 
gratification. 
 
With something that looked like a leer, Aragorn 
realised Legolas's plan and positioned himself against 
the pillows at the head of the bed, spreading his legs 
either side of Haldir's body. 
 
"You cannot…" Haldir gasped, raising himself on his 
elbows to stare at the Man's glistening member in a 
strange mixture of awe and revulsion. "Not after..." 
 
"Hush!" Aragorn scolded. "You do as we tell you now, 
and if I say you will take me into your mouth then you 
shall." He smirked at Legolas. "Really, the oil does not 
taste that bad."
 
"Come, come, you did this as a babe," Legolas said in 
a low voice, and fisting his hand in Haldir's hair, he 
hauled his head up. "Open your mouth." 
 
"Legolas…" Aragorn whispered, as he forced his way 
between Haldir's reluctant lips. He felt the mouth take 
him grudgingly, but it took him none the less. "Ah, 
Legolas… now for you…" He knotted his hands into 
the Galadhrim's hair to force his head down further as 
Legolas released him. "Look at me," he demanded of 
Haldir as Legolas shifted down the bed to poise 
himself between Haldir's legs.  
 
With a muffled growl, Haldir raised his eyes to hold the 
Man's gaze defiantly. But still, Aragorn could see the 
shame and humiliation warring within the depths of his 
soul. He began to make tiny thrusts into Haldir's 
helpless mouth and Haldir had no choice but to take 
him fully and, in his arrogance, give as much as he 
could. 
 
Legolas pushed Haldir's legs apart, and positioned 
himself at the march warden's soft entrance. Aragorn's 
brutal treatment had left Haldir's opening moist and 
loose, and Legolas eased himself inside in one graceful 
thrust. A helpless groan came from somewhere deep 
inside Haldir, and Aragorn felt it reverberate through 
his entire body. 
 
As Legolas began long, deep strokes into the Lorien 
Elf's slick heat, Haldir lost all hope of self-control. 
Abandoning himself to the dual assault on his body, he 
wrapped his arms around Aragorn's hips and suckled 
desperately at the heated flesh in his mouth, as the 
Man's hands wound tighter in his shimmering hair. 
 
Aragorn gasped as his eyes met those of his friend and 
lover. He knew Legolas could see his imminent climax 
and watched as the Elf gripped Haldir's muscled waist 
and leaned back, thrusting into him without pity, 
seeking his own pleasure in the body of the one who 
had tried to seduce him. He knew Legolas would not 
last long and neither would he, their passions dizzying 
them as they watched the strong and beautiful march 
warden writhing between them as though still struggling 
to escape. 
 
Confident his Prince would soon be sated, Aragorn 
turned his attentions back to Haldir, thrusting deep into 
his throat and finally releasing all he had held back 
since their first meeting two nights before, forcing 
Haldir not to lose a drop. 
 
Between them, Aragorn and Legolas found the Lórien 
Elf's limit, and tore through it. Filling him from both 
ends with the urgency of their lust, they carried Haldir 
with them into his own used and desperate climax. It 
was swift, in the end; Legolas rode Haldir brutally 
hard, in long, rapid strokes that made the Elf sob and 
thrust himself back onto the cruel flesh within him. 
 
With his mouth freed at last, Haldir managed a choked 
sob, and a silvery tear slipped down his pale cheek 
even as his seed pulsed from his shaking body. The 
sudden flood within him burned like molten mithril, his 
master's roar of triumph finally breaking him. Clear 
honey poured in streams from the Elf's swollen sex, 
matching the tears slipping from his sparkling eyes as 
he desperately struggled for release. 
 
Legolas cast Haldir aside even as the Elf's climax 
racked his perfect body, and crawled breathlessly up 
the bed to capture Aragorn's mouth in a kiss. As his 
tongue twined with Legolas's, Aragorn could not resist 
a glance down at the noble Galadhrim in his most 
vulnerable moment, and the Man saw an image of 
complete submission. His head still resting on 
Aragorn's thigh, Haldir cried visibly, tears streaking his 
cheeks as shame racked his body with sobs. Legolas 
followed his gaze down and smiled smugly. The same 
thought crossed through both their minds. 
 
Revenge was sweet indeed.

~END~