Title: Bedridden  
Author: Deathangelgw  
Beta read: Orchyd Constyne  
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com  
Disclaimer: BWAHAHA! THEY'RE MINE!! FINALLY!!...not.  
Warnings: AU, PWP, slash, lemony slash at that, sap, angst, dark.  
Rating: NC-17  
Pairing: Haldir/Legolas  
Note: Takes place after Helm's Deep. This is inspired by Nellas. 
Nellas…Nellas…NELLAS!! You rule!! Told you it would get to me!! GAH!! Anyways, 
the pic that inspired this is here: http://aa.1asphost.com/menegroth/images/ill/bedridden.jpg and 
boy did it inspire. This is movie verse…but even I must change 
things…bwahahaha…Any Elvish was helped by Orchyd…love the dear! And now…onto 
the story. Enjoy! And please review!  
Summary: After the battle at Helm's Deep, Legolas searches for his beloved, Haldir. 
Afterwards...he gives new meaning to bedside manner. Based on a pic by Nellas. 
 
'thoughts'  
*~flashback~*  
 
Silence. It was not a commodity in this bleak time. Instead, it was chased away by 
mourning, shouts, and the sounds of a people trying to recover. But for the Mirkwood 
prince, it was a much needed solace.  
 
Blankly, Legolas walked along the turrets, bleakly searching for a sign, a hint, anything 
that could give him hope that his beloved March warden was not gone from this world.  
 
He could still taste his love's lips from when he had been in Lothlorien, after fleeing with 
the Fellowship in grief and shock from the darks of Moria following the loss of Gandalf. 
It had been a welcome healing to be in Haldir's arms, held so gently while he mourned 
the passing of his dear friend.  
 
Luckily, that comfort had been premature, but at the time, it had been something to help 
the Prince keep going. Even the cryptic farewell had brought him some measure of 
reassurance, for it meant his lover hadn't changed much since their last meeting.  
 
Oh, how he longed for just one more night with his love! There had been so little time 
before the battle that they had only managed a brief cuddle by way of reunion.  Legolas 
again had taken heart and solace from his older lover, strengthening himself to continue 
on. Now, he was here…but Haldir was not.  
 
His mind flew back to that agonizing moment when he'd discovered his worst fear had 
come to pass.  
 
*~flash~*  
 
"Legolas! There you are!" Aragorn's voice was filled relief and a hint of trepidation as the 
Man walked swiftly to him, avoiding those sorting through the dead.  
 
Legolas smiled back warmly. "Aye, I am here. I was just going to look for Haldir. Have 
you seen him?" he asked, unstringing his bow and strapping it to his quiver.  
 
Aragorn stopped, then looked away. "I -- there's something you need to know, meldir," he 
said softly before looking back at Legolas. He saw his friend pale as the Elf stared at him.  
 
"Nay….nay, do not say it, Aragorn! He is not dead!" Legolas cried, clutching his chest 
above his heart as he trembled. "He cannot be dead! He promised!"  
 
"I'm so sorry, meldir. He was…attacked from behind on the turrets during the retreat. He 
couldn't defend himself because his arm had been slashed by another Uruk-hai. I'm 
sorry," Aragorn whispered softly. Silence seemed to descend on Legolas as he turned and 
strode away.  
 
*~end flash~*  
 
'You cannot be dead, melethron. I refuse to believe it.' Legolas' thoughts were hollow as 
he searched every face, feeling his heart break with each failed find. 'So many of our 
people dead. Meleth…you cannot be among them…you cannot,' he thought bleakly.  
 
He stopped suddenly, something pulling within him as he passed a small pile of Uruk-hai. 
He turned and went back, moving the bodies with steadily rising urgency. Finally, after 
casting aside the body of the one who Legolas knew had killed his lover, he found Haldir 
lying face up. His eyes were closed, looking almost at peace, save that Elves slept with 
their eyes open.  
 
With a soft sob, Legolas gathered Haldir to him, hugging him close. "Daro ah nin! 
Haldir! Maethoren vain! Avawartho nin!" He cried as he rocked with his lover's body, 
sobbing in grief. (Stay with me! Haldir! My beautiful warrior! Do not leave me!)  
 
He leaned back, gazing at his beloved as he ran his fingers through the dirty, rain-matted 
hair. He neither cared about the tears rolling steadily down his face, nor who might see 
him thus. ‘Why, maethoren vain? Why? We promised to be together!’ His thoughts 
turned black with grief as he hugged his love tightly to him, pressing his tear-streaked 
cheek to Haldir’s cold brow. He gently fingered the wounded arm that had cost his March 
Warden his life, then carefully ran his fingers over the gaping wound that marked the 
strong back. He sobbed again, unable to imagine the agony his beloved Elf had been 
through.  
 
“Legolas?” Aragorn's voice was heavy with sorrow and the need to comfort as he 
approached his grieving friend. Kneeling, he placed a gentle hand on the Sinda's golden 
head. "I'm so sorry, Legolas. I wish it had been another way," he whispered hoarsely.  
 
Looking up, Legolas gazed at his friend and comrade as tears rolled down his cheeks. 
"Why, Aragorn? Why?" he whispered softly before hugging Haldir's body to him again.  
 
"I wish I knew, meldir," Aragorn said softly, swallowing hard as he watched his 
distraught companion. Too many times had he seen this unending loss of friends and 
family of others. Now…it was personal, for in seeing his closest friend lose his heart's 
mate, he saw the fate of the one he loved dearest should they fail. Rubbing his eyes 
against the sting of tears, he stood up. "Come, let us take him inside the Keep so we can 
prepare his body," he said gently.  
 
Looking up with a lost gaze, Legolas whispered, "I will fade." He looked down at 
Haldir's face, and then leaned in, brushing his lips over Haldir's. "Namárië, maethoren 
vain," he sobbed out softly before kissing Haldir goodbye. (Farewell, my beautiful 
warrior.)  
 
Aragorn turned his eyes away at this sign of grief and began to walk back. But he stopped 
when he heard Legolas' gasp of surprise. Turning back in apprehension, for grieving 
Elves were often hard to predict, he was surprised to see Legolas brushing his hand over 
Haldir's lips. "Legolas?"  
 
"I felt a whisper of air," Legolas whispered softly, a thread of hope in his voice.  
 
"'Tis the wind, Legolas," Aragorn said gently as he knelt next to the Mirkwood Prince.  
 
"Nay! I felt his breath!" Legolas cried as he looked up, then leaned his head closer to the 
pale lips. His eyes lit up, and he shifted his head lower to Haldir's chest. He gave a joyous 
cry as he looked up at Aragorn. "He lives! I hear his heart, faint though it is!" he 
exclaimed ecstatically.  
 
"Then we must take him to the Keep! Hurry, Legolas!" Aragorn commanded firmly, his 
eyes alight with joy as he got up. Legolas followed swiftly, carrying Haldir close to his 
chest as they ran into the Keep, calling for the healers there.  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
A week passed after the Battle of Helm's Deep, and the residents of Rohan found 
themselves returning to their lives. Théoden and Gandalf took their time planning their 
next strategy, though they knew that they would have to move soon. But, they wanted to 
return the wounded to their homes so the able-bodied host could keep a faster pace.  
 
Legolas had not left Haldir's side since they had found him, barely alive, on the field of 
the dead. Aragorn and he had worked tirelessly on their fallen comrade for hours, trying 
to be sure that the wounds would heal due to their severity and depth; while only 
allowing a couple of the healers near, though it wasn't hard since the healers were busy 
with the other injured. Haldir's faer had pulled him through, though he had yet to awaken. 
(spirit)  
 
The Mirkwood Prince remained vigilant at his lover's bedside.  Occasionally, Aragorn, 
Gimli, Gandalf, and even Théoden would come to visit and leave soft assurances to the 
unconscious Elf, urging him to recover. Yet still, the eyes remained closed in a healing 
sleep.  
 
That did not deter the Wood Elf as he stood watch over the Galadhel, though. Legolas 
took his food and drink at his beloved's side, rarely releasing the fragile seeming hand 
that lay limply in his own. He whispered softly, telling stories that he and Haldir had 
shared many times, sometimes talking himself hoarse. Tears no longer fell from the 
cerulean gaze; instead, they were filled with a grim determination. All around him knew 
that Legolas would not lose his beloved without a fight.  
 
When sleep was needed, the exhausted Elf took his repose on the edge of Haldir's bed, 
his hand laced with that of his love's as he fell into deep reverie. He almost didn't detect 
the subtle shift of the hand he held or the strengthened presence of his bond with Haldir. 
Something deep within urged him to awaken, though, as he felt fingers squeezing his 
own. Awareness came to his blank gaze, and he looked up, startled.  
 
There, with a hint of tired amusement, were gray eyes looking into his before blinking 
slowly. Legolas let out a soft cry of joy as he leaned up and took his lover's lips into a 
tender kiss, welcoming Haldir back with the warmth of his mouth.  
 
When the kiss ended, they gazed at each other silently. Legolas felt his heart and soul 
warm, seeing the tenderness reflected in Haldir's eyes. Haldir gently lifted his hand and 
cupped Legolas' face, smiling softly. "Mae govannen, Thranduilon," he said softly, his 
voice barely a whisper from disuse. (Well met, Son of Thranduil)  
 
Grinning widely, he leaned into the touch; Legolas' eyes sparkled as he replied in kind. 
"Mae govannen, maethoren vain." Haldir's eyes softened at the term of endearment, and 
they kissed gently again before holding each other. (Well met, my beautiful warrior.)  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
A week after Haldir's miraculous awakening, he found himself in private quarters in the 
Keep with Legolas. The Healers along with Aragorn had ordered him not to overexert 
himself, and allow himself to heal fully. Legolas also received orders to "be on your best 
behavior and let Haldir heal!" Gimli had guffawed at hearing the orders, and Legolas had 
flushed in embarrassment.  
 
And behave he had…at first. He'd cuddled up instantly to his lover, taking solace in 
having Haldir back in his arms, if only for a little while. Then, he began to brood, which 
worried Haldir deeply.  
 
Finally, after three days of dealing with Legolas' isolation, Haldir put an end to the 
silence. "Lasvell…what troubles you so?" he asked softly, laying back against the large 
pillows on their bed and watching his love write what appeared to be a long letter to 
Rumil and Orophin. (Strong leaf)  
 
"Nothing, melethen. Why?" Legolas replied distractedly as he continued writing. (my 
love)  
 
"Please, pen-vuil…do not avoid the question. What is it that has had you feeling sorry for 
yourself these past three days?" Haldir queried gently as his head lolled back against the 
pillows. (dear one)  
 
With a soft sigh, Legolas put down his quill and stood up slowly, then turned towards his 
lover. "We leave for Edoras in two days. Your people are going back to Lothlorien at that 
time." Legolas walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. He leaned forward and 
wrapped his arms around Haldir's waist, burying his face against the muscled stomach.  
 
"As you should. You need to fulfill your role, and you are the best archer among our 
people," Haldir replied quietly as he ran tender fingers through the Sinda's golden hair. 
"Lasvellen…what troubles you, truly?" he asked lovingly. (My strong leaf)  
 
"That I might never see you or any of my people again!" Legolas finally sobbed, 
tightening his hold, not wanting to be parted from his lover. He looked up, eyes shining 
with unshed tears as he whispered roughly, "I nearly lost you, and now…" He trailed off 
as Haldir placed a calloused finger on his lips, silencing him.  
 
"We will always be together, my love. Always. It was your love that kept me here," 
Haldir said soothingly, smiling as he caressed his love's cheek. Legolas closed his eyes 
and pressed into the soft touch. After a moment, he opened his eyes once again and 
tipped his head up to press their lips together.  
 
Opening his mouth to the tantalizing melding, Haldir ran his fingers into the golden hair, 
smiling softly as his fingers rubbed along the scalp, eliciting a purring moan from the 
Prince. Legolas crept up slowly, never breaking their kiss, and straddled Haldir's thigh. 
Their lips parted when the need for air became too great, and they gazed at each other 
heatedly.  
 
Slowly, Legolas removed his tunic, then ran his fingers down Haldir's bare chest, smiling 
as he brought a soft moan from his beloved's lips. He bent his head down, balancing by 
holding his hand against the wall as he kissed Haldir again, whimpering softly when 
Haldir's hand moved down his bare back to slide into his leggings and caress his 
buttocks. The Sinda ran his hand across Haldir's bent knee, caressing the silken leggings 
and earning another moan from his March Warden.  
 
Gasping softly as one, the two explored each other with their touch, keeping their gazes 
locked as breathy sounds fell from their lips. Haldir slowly pushed down the Wood Elf's 
leggings, caressing what he could with his good hand. Legolas arched closer, allowing his 
head to fall back with a deep groan. He tipped his head down and kissed Haldir once 
more, this time, the heat of their rising passion gave it much more force.  
 
Lowering himself slowly, Legolas kept their lips locked, rocking against the soft silk of 
Haldir's clothing, panting loudly as the fabric caressed his hot length. He groaned and let 
his head fall back again as Haldir brought his injured arm up and took the throbbing flesh 
within his slender fingers. Haldir relaxed his head back against the pillows and watched 
Legolas with hooded eyes, softly smirking as the Sinda thrust into his hand.  
 
After several minutes, Legolas rocked forward, gasping for breath as he kissed his 
beloved heatedly. Carefully, with some fumbling, he removed Haldir's leggings. He then 
stood up and went to his pack, retrieving the special vial of oil that Haldir had given to 
him a century ago on his begetting day. It had served them very well for years, since they 
never needed much lubrication. He removed the cork and breathed deeply, the room 
becoming heady with the scent of sandalwood, rose, and ylang ylang…three of the most 
sensuous scents.  
 
He came back to the bed, grinning widely when Haldir groaned loudly at noticing the oil. 
Legolas slicked two fingers with the oil before setting aside the vial. He pressed the 
fingers into himself, propping one foot on the bed to offer a better view for his lover. 
Haldir's groan floated out again as he watched with wide darkened eyes, fixated on the 
sight of his beloved taking himself with his own fingers. He kept his gaze on Legolas as 
the Prince crawled onto the bed and covered Haldir's dripping member with the sweet oil. 
The Galadhel tried to buck into the touch, but Legolas held him down firmly.  
 
"I will not have you exerting yourself, maethoren vain." Legolas whispered huskily 
before crawling up and straddling his beloved's hips. He placed Haldir at his entrance, 
then moaned with the March Warden as he sheathed the leaking member within his tight 
body.  
 
Time stood still as they relished in the intimacy, holding each other tenderly as they 
adjusted to being one once more. Then, in a slow graceful motion, Legolas began moving 
slowly, sliding up and down on Haldir's flesh as he braced himself on the wall again. 
Haldir placed one hand on Legolas' hip and his other hand on the pillows, watching in 
lustful adoration as his lover moved ever harder, bringing them closer to that bliss that 
only this action could deliver.  
 
Now time was moving too fast, dragging them along swiftly as the fear, adrenaline, love, 
and pleasure spiraled over and about them, tipping them over into the cavernous depths 
of ecstasy. With soft cries that echoed their unending love, they climaxed together, filled 
with warmth and love as they blended their seed as one.  
 
They collapsed together as time returned to normal, holding each other tightly in the 
aftermath of their pleasure. Carefully, Legolas removed his beloved from his body, and 
lay next to Haldir, pillowing his head carefully in the March Warden's lap. Smiling 
gently, Haldir ran his fingers through his Prince's golden mane. He chuckled then and 
winked at Legolas as his lover looked up in bemusement. "I must say…being bedridden 
certainly is fun," he said with a knowing smirk.  
 
Laughing lightly, Legolas nodded his head. "Aye…I have a special bedside manner, 
meant only for you," he replied impishly, grinning widely.  
 
"That is all I ask," Haldir said with a smile as he brushed his hand tenderly across his 
love's face. Legolas looked up and kissed him softly before they both settled down for a 
short healing nap.  
 
~Fin!~