Title: Hidden From the Light Type: FPS Author: Bernsteinnixe Email: Bernsteinnixe@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Haldir/Legolas Summary: Haldir and Legolas finally reveal their feelings for each other. This is the sequel to “Never Meant to Be” Feedback: Love it! Notes: This is the sequel to “Never Meant to Be” The sun shone bright, its relentless rays scorching everything under the sky. Even in the shade of the trees the heat was almost unbearable. Haldir bent down to splash his face with water from the stream. The ice cold liquid was always refreshing on a day like this. “Haldir!” The march warden turned briskly at the alarming call, only to see his brother approach. “Gods Rúmil, you startled me. What’s the matter?” “We are to return to the city right away. Lord Celeborn requests to see us; he has sent replacements. They say it is urgent.” “Did they say what it is about? Did something happen?” “They know nothing more.” Unhappy about having to make the long walk back in the blazing heat he exhaled loudly, “Very well. Let’s make haste.” **** “You have requested our presence, my Lord?” “Ah, Haldir, you’ve made it back sooner than I expected. I must send you on a short journey.” Celeborn paused, looking at the guard who was listening attentively. “Prince Legolas must head back to Mirkwood in the morning. There have been frequent reports of orcs passing nearby lately and I fear to let him leave with naught but the two guards that came with him. So, I will be sending you and your brothers to accompany them.” “Forgive me, my Lord, but was there no one else you could have called on, to perform this duty?” He didn’t think he could bear being near Legolas. Not after his experience just a few nights before and after hearing what the prince truly thought of the dream. “Do you not wish to go?” Celeborn raised his brows in surprise. In all his years of service, Haldir had never questioned an order. “No, my Lord, I do not.” “The prince’s safety is of outmost importance, Haldir. You WILL go. I cannot trust anyone else…” The march warden imagined what Celeborn may be referring to and lowered his head with defeat, “I am honored to have earned your trust, my Lord. My brothers and I will make sure prince Legolas reaches home safely.” He did not want to displease his lord and, most of all, he didn’t want to see Legolas harmed. **** Legolas slumped down on the trunk of a fallen tree. Gripped tightly in his hand was the bottle of fine wine that was meant to be a gift to his father from the Lord and Lady. He gazed at the bottle illuminated by the moonlight. It would be wrong to open it, he thought, as his grip on its neck loosened. He let his head fall back, looking at the sky he retraced the events of the day. Just that morning he had been so excited about being around Haldir for an extra two days, even though he hated being a burden to the Lorien elves. His enthusiasm was quickly extinguished, though, when he noted the extreme change in the Haldir’s attitude towards him. The march warden had managed not to speak to him or even look at him the entire day. It was as if they didn’t know each other – as if Legolas didn’t even exist. His grip on the bottle tightened again and he cradled it close to his chest. Eventually, his thoughts were disturbed by the popping sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle. He brought the bottle to his lips and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the wine, not even relishing in its delicious berry taste, only wishing it for it to fill the hollow of his heart. An hour later the Prince of Mirkwood was still sitting on the same trunk, holding onto an empty bottle for dear life and nevertheless still feeling lonely and rejected. The sound of dry leaves being crushed made him turn only to see a familiar form turning to move in the opposite direction. “Please don’t go…” Legolas’ voice was dripping with desperation, “stay with me awhile.” The other elf hesitated for a moment, he was angry with himself for the way he had been acting that day. He shouldn’t have let his personal feelings affect him so. Reluctantly he moved towards the drunken elf sitting on the fallen tree. “Sit,” Legolas motioned with his hand to the spot next to him. Haldir complied, but remained silent. But the prince, having consumed a considerable amount of wine, grew bold and decided it was time to make his feelings known. “Do you remember the day we first met, over two centuries ago?” “Vaguely.” Haldir lied. Disappointed, Legolas continued anyway, speaking in the common tongue just in case anyone should hear, “I fell in love three times that day… when I looked into your eyes… when I first heard your voice… when you accidentally brushed your hand against mine as we walked. Not a single day has passed that I haven’t longed for your embrace; not a night when I haven’t dreamed of your sweet lips.” He extended his hand to take the edge of Haldir’s tunic between his fingers; rubbing it between them, feeling the texture. It was a very simple gesture, but Haldir understood its meaning all to well. “I cannot hide it anymore. I need you to know… that I love you.” There was silence. Haldir sat, dumbfounded, while Legolas waited for a response. “Haldir, please say something.” “It…it wasn’t an accident.” “So you feel the same?” “Aye, I do.” At that, the elven prince threw his arms around Haldir who returned the gesture after the initial shock. And then Legolas kissed him, pouring centuries of lust and longing into that one hungry kiss. Finally the march warden pulled away, gasping for air. “Legolas, we cannot do this… this love is forbidden.” “No, beloved,” the prince whispered. “It is like wine; tempting, sweet. It will only grow stronger and more exquisite with time, yet it must remain hidden from the light…else it will become spoiled.” “We could be punished.” Haldir reasoned. “We’re already being punished.” They kissed again, lips and tongues meeting in a passionate dance. Legolas didn’t remember when he had let go of the wine bottle; his hands were on Haldir’s back, holding him firmly as the kiss continued. The march warden pulled away again. “Will you take a walk with me, Legolas?” “Where will we go?” “To where there is no light.” ***** Once they had walked far enough from their sleeping companions that they felt safe, Haldir backed Legolas into a large tree, a sly smile covering his face, “You’re all mine now.” He leaned in to kiss the prince. Now that they knew they were alone they took their time, each loosing himself in the feel of the other’s lips. “When you dreamed of my lips is this how they felt?” Haldir asked, softly, into Legolas’ ear before sucking gently on the lobe. “Aye, but they taste a thousand times sweeter!” He rested his hands on Haldir’s waist, panting, as the Silvan elf languidly slid his tongue from his earlobe to the tip of his ear, giving the pointy tip a playful bite. Haldir then moved to the prince’s neck, kissing him between the ear and the jaw, then trailing down. Legolas moaned softly as he felt warm hands underneath his tunic slide up his torso and then fondle his nipples. He helped rid himself of his tunic and Haldir lowered his head to suck the prince’s right nipple while continuously squeezing and gently twisting the other. Legolas suddenly became very aware of his throbbing erection and, placing his hands on the other elf’s shoulders, urged him lower. Haldir met the prince’s gaze as he lowered himself on his knees, placing a hand on the considerable bump in Legolas’ leggings and rubbing it. The elf pressed himself against the hand, groaning with frustration. The march warden took the hint and began unlacing the leggings. Legolas moaned with relief when his cock was finally freed of its constraint and again with pleasure as a soft hand wrapped itself around the base of it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree, focusing on the sensation of his length being stroked and then… ‘Aye, Elbereth!’ his cock was engulfed in something hot and moist. His hands moved to stroke silky, blond hair as Haldir’s mouth continued moving up and down his shaft. Occasionally the march warden would stop sucking and pump the flesh with his hand only to replace it with his mouth once more. Legolas breath became rugged as he gripped the hair that was entangled between his fingers and began thrusting in and out between his lover’s lips, Haldir’s hands grabbing the backs of the his thighs. The prince moaned as he felt the tension building in his groin, he thrust faster, strengthening his grip on the blond hair. Haldir shrieked with pain, creating a vibrating sensation around the pulsating cock, making Legolas come in an instant. A choked cry of his name was the last thing Haldir heard before sizzling hot cum spurted violently within his mouth and he swallowed it eagerly. Once the march warden stood, Legolas embraced him and pressed their lips together. He could taste himself in the other elf’s mouth as they kissed; he could feel the painfully hard erection nudging his hip. Then he realized that his lover was still fully dressed, while he was entirely naked. Although the idea did seem kind of erotic he decided it was time to undress the other elf. He tended to every inch of skin he uncovered with tender kisses and caresses. Haldir stood, watching him, whispering sweet nothings that were lost in the quiet breeze. Now it was Legolas who was on his knees, untying the leggings that had become unbearably tight over a menacing bulge. The young elf’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the equipment that sprung forth. Haldir saw this and a huge smirk grew on his face, but quickly faded as his mouth opened for a moan that was never voiced as a slippery tongue reached out to lap at the tip of his cock. Legolas licked and sucked and teased until his victim was delirious with desire and then he stood up, turning around and resting his hands on the tree. “Claim me Haldir. Show me who I belong to…” The Silvan could not believe what was happening. He had come to believe he would only ever dream about it. He laid his hands on the slender hips, admiring the young elf’s form. Legolas gasped in surprise when, instead of a hard cock, a tongue probed his opening. He moaned as the tongue was pushed deeper into him, wiggling inside his passage. “Haldir… please.” To horny to deny the prince’s request, the Haldir pulled his tongue out of the tight channel. Legolas waited in anticipation and his breath caught in his throat when something rather huge was placed at his opening. His hand gripped the tree tighter as Haldir slowly pushed the head of his cock inside him, at the same time stroking Legolas’ renewed erection. The pain quickly subsided as Haldir continued easing himself in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. Legolas felt as if he were stretched to his limit, but it felt good. He turned his head around, his lips meeting with Haldir’s in a soft kiss and was hit with a wave of pleasure as his lover began to move inside him. “Will you silence me if I become too loud?” “Yes, my love. I will.” Haldir worked slowly at first. Pushing himself all the way in, and all the way out; but his pleasure had been suppressed for too long and he soon quickened the pace. Legolas’ breathing turned rugged again as the rod inside him struck that delightful spot with each thrust. He felt the heat pooling in between his legs again and a quiet moan escaped his lips, which, in turn, urged Haldir to move faster…harder. “I believe you wanted to see stars…” A voice whispered in his ear. Legolas found himself losing control as the thrusts turned almost violent. He wondered how the march warden could have known about him asking to see stars, but at the moment couldn’t think clearly enough to care. He knew he’d be seeing them soon. The pounding inside him… the stroking in front of him… it was enough to make his legs give way beneath him. The only thing left holding him up was one strong arm wrapped tightly around his waste as he was hammered mercilessly. The prince’s hands held tightly the tree before him; he on the rough texture of the bark, struggling to hold on to some last shred of sanity as every muscle in his body weakened with each impending thrust. He didn’t even remember when he had stopped breathing, a chocked cry escaped his mouth as he gasped for air. When his screams continued another elven mouth closed in to cover his own. He quivered uncontrollably in his lover’s arms as they swallowed each other’s moans. The release of the warm, tingling seed inside legolas was what finally brought him over the edge. He swam in a galaxy of stars as waves of pure bliss hit him again and again and again. Exhausted, they fell to the ground, showering each other with sweet kisses and soothing touches as light rain began to fall upon them. **** A pair of dark eyes turned away from the sight of two bodies laying entwined on the forest floor, neither of them minding the rain. A sharp pain pierced the young elf’s heart. He could not bear seeing the one he had secretly loved for centuries, always watched from across the palace halls, laying there, so satisfied, in another’s arms. How dare that dirty Galadhrim so ruthlessly take what was always sacred and untouchable to him? He would pay for that soon enough… ***** tbc in the sequel “Taming Thranduil”…. New pairing in that one too ;-)