Title: Interlude: Helm’s Deep
Author: Morgana
Author's Email: Morganalebeau@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.avalon.cobweb.nl
Pairing: Haldir/ Legolas 
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Legolas takes a drastic decision after nearly
losing Haldir.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien’s. 
Warning: mpreg, minor angst, and AU of course!
Author’s Note: Beta read by Sulien. All remaining
mistakes are mine. FB is always welcome, but flames
get send to Sauron!


Interlude; Helm’s Deep

Legolas’ heart momentarily stopped beating, seeing his
beloved go down onto his knees after having received a
cutting blow to his side. “No!” Abandoning the Elven
archers he had joined, and ignoring Gimli’s calls of
distress at finding him leaving the safety of the
group, Legolas determinedly ran toward his husband. He
took out every Uruk-Hai that dared to block the path
to his lover – keeping the count of his fallen victims
no longer mattered to him. Nothing mattered, except
reaching Haldir in time. Haldir wouldn’t die in Helm’s
Deep!

Haldir heard Legolas’ feral cry and looked up. His
side hurt and dazed, he looked about, shocked at
finding so many Uruk-Hai that close to him. Injured,
he presented an easy target. Haldir tried to raise his
sword again, but his arm and side felt heavy and he
could do little other than wait for the inevitable
blow that would end his life. His last thought was for
Legolas – knowing how deeply his husband would mourn
his passing. 

One of the monsters appeared behind him, raised its
sword and was ready to strike and cleave his back in
two. But then an arrow struck the Uruk-Hai right
between the eyes, and then another, and another. The
Uruk-Hai’s features contorted and he fell backwards,
eyes wide in disbelief. 

Legolas had finally reached Haldir and now faced
another problem. How could he possibly fight off their
attackers and drag Haldir into the safety of the keep
at the same time? Haldir appeared immobile and dazed,
and wouldn’t be any help. 

“Laddie, pull him into the keep. Move him!” 

Legolas gave Gimli a blinding smile, grateful for
having such a loyal friend. Gimli’s ax covered his
back when he wrapped his arms around Haldir and
literally dragged the injured Elf into the fortified
rooms of the keep. 

“Legolas!” Aragorn had witnessed the rescue and now
checked on his friends. Grabbing hold of Haldir’s
collar, he helped Legolas to take the wounded Elf into
safety. They moved Haldir into the great Hall, where
most of the injured had found a refuge. Aragorn wished
he could stay and look after the courageous March
Warden, but his men needed him!

“Go,” whispered Haldir, staring at Aragorn in a daze.
“I am fine. I just need a moment to rest.” His side
felt paralyzed, but it wasn’t a mortal injury and his
healing ability would take care of it. 

Aragon clasped Haldir’s shoulder, squeezed briefly,
and then marched out of the hall to take his place at
the head of his men again. Legolas remained a little
longer, making sure his husband would survive.

Haldir forced a smile onto his face and looked Legolas
in the eyes. “You saved my life, beloved.” If it
hadn’t been for Legolas’ heroic act, that Uruk-Hai
would have ended his life.

“You must be more careful in the future!” Legolas
repressed the tears that threatened to spill from his
eyes. “Don’t you know that I cannot live without you?”

“I need you to live too,” admitted Haldir in a voice
thick with emotion. “You have to return to the fight,
Legolas. You cannot stay here. You are needed.”

Legolas nodded once. “But I would rather stay here.” 

“You know you cannot. First, we need to defeat these
evil forces. I will wait for you here.”

“Do you promise?”

“I won’t die on you without your knowledge,” promised
Haldir, placing the palm of his hand against Legolas’
chest. “Go now.”

It was with a heavy heart that Legolas left his
husband’s side, but Haldir was right. They needed
everyone to drive back Saruman’s forces. “Just don’t
die on me, Haldir. I wouldn’t survive.” He would fade,
like Thranduil was still fading after losing Remmen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mithrandir brought the Rohirrim into battle and the
joined forces finally defeated the Uruk-Hai. Some of
the monsters fled, only to be devoured by the trees
that had come to Helm’s Deep, others were hunted down
and killed by the Rohirrim. But victory was theirs and
whilst the Rohirrim, Elves and Man rejoiced, Legolas
hurried back to the hall where he had left Haldir
behind. 

His gaze scanned the hall and he sighed, relieved to
find Haldir had recovered enough to assist the more
seriously injured warriors. Walking up to his
silver-haired sentry, he wrapped an arm around his
waist and pulled Haldir with him into a secluded
corner. “We won and we are still alive. But I nearly
lost you!”

Haldir was still a tad unsteady on his feet, and
leaned slightly on his husband. “This battle for
Helm’s Deep will always be remembered by Elves and
Men.” Legolas suddenly averted his eyes, which alerted
Haldir that the golden-haired Elf was struggling with
some personal issues. “What is it, love?”

New determination was born in Legolas now that he had
made his decision. “I want you to sire our child. Now…
here.”

Haldir’s eyes widened dramatically. “We discussed
this, my heart. We shouldn’t start a family in times
of war.”

“You don’t understand!” Legolas gave Haldir a pleading
look. “I almost lost you today! Had you died today, I
wouldn’t have anything left of you! Please give me
this! In that way I would still have you close, even
if you died. Our child would keep your memory alive!”

“And what if you become injured in battle? Or die? Our
child would die with you.” Haldir wasn’t comfortable
with Legolas’ request. “Why don’t we wait until a time
of peace has settled over the lands?” He believed
Aragorn could lead them to victory and had put his
trust in the Dúnadan a long time ago. “We should wait
a little longer.”

“I don’t want to wait. I need to know you will never
leave me!” Legolas’ eyes had darkened with need and
determination. “Haldir, when you almost died today I
faced losing you. If I had a child with you—“

Haldir cut him short. “I won’t die on you, Legolas.”

“You came entirely too close to dying!” Legolas
sighed, distressed. “I cannot force you to lay with me
in that way, but please…”

Haldir folded an arm around Legolas and pulled him
close. Rubbing large, soothing circles on the
golden-haired Elf’s back, he took his time to consider
Legolas’ words. “But what if you suffer a miscarriage
due to the stress of battle?”

“What if you die and leave me alone? Nothing is
certain in life,” mumbled Legolas against Haldir’s
chest. His lover pressed him close and he finally
relaxed against him. “This is your decision
eventually, but I beg you – give me this.”

Haldir knew he couldn’t deny Legolas. His beloved had
the right to ask him this. And if he were in Legolas’
shoes, he might be making the same request – wanting
to keep his lover’s memory alive in their child. “I
will give you this.” Legolas freed himself of the
embrace to look at Haldir with swimming eyes. “But we
should find a more private place to make love.”

Legolas nodded firmly. “I know where we won’t be
disturbed.” He grabbed Haldir’s wrist and began to
pull him along, but then halted. “Are you strong
enough to do this? Or do you wish to rest before—“

Haldir silenced him with a kiss. “I am up to making
love to you, dear Legolas. Always.”

Pleased, Legolas continued to drag him out of the hall
and toward the chamber they had been assigned upon
their arrival in Helm’s Deep. Everyone was celebrating
their victory and no one would notice them having
their own little victory celebration.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“There is no need to fuss over my injury, Legolas. The
cut is healing and the paralyses gone.” Haldir had
taken great pleasure in undressing his beautiful lover
and his gaze now greedily took in the golden-haired
Elf’s form beneath him. Undressing had only taken him
a few moments and they had quickly slipped between the
sheets. From outside, cheers echoed through the air.
Everyone was ecstatic they had won, but the seasoned
warrior knew laments would shortly fill the sky when
they realized the losses. For one moment he felt
guilty for wanting to make love to Legolas in this
dark hour, but he was certain that their light would
briefly illuminate the obscure darkness.

Idly, he traced patterns on Legolas’ chest, teasing
his lover’s nipples into hardness. “I wonder what you
will look like when several moons pregnant,” said
Haldir wickedly, licking the hardened nub of flesh
whilst rolling the other nipple between his
fingertips. “I am certain you will be lovely when
swollen with our child.”

Legolas was torn between answering Haldir and focusing
on the sensations coursing through his body. “Stop
talking and make love to me.” By conceiving, he would
achieve his own, personal victory over death. He
wanted to create a new life tonight. Wantonly, he
parted his legs and pulled Haldir into position
between his thighs. 

Haldir gave Legolas a warm smile – his fingertips
still exploring and caressing Legolas’ body. Making
love this time was different from all the other times
when he had taken his beautiful Elf. “A new life…”

“Hopefully, yes,” whispered Legolas, who now reached
for his lover. Once he had taken hold of Haldir’s
hand, he placed it on his flat abdomen. “This is where
our child will grow strong.”

Haldir leaned in closer and showered his lover’s
abdomen with sweet kisses. Legolas’ organ hardened
quickly under his caresses, and moving lower, he
engulfed the hot flesh with his mouth. Legolas
involuntarily arched his back, thrusting into his
mouth, and Haldir allowed it. Reaching for the oil
that would ease his way in, he rubbed some on his
erection. He had never taken Legolas in this way and
felt a bit awkward, when he positioned himself at the
–what he suspected – virginal opening. 

Legolas was panting softly by the time Haldir released
his straining member, and he grabbed his lover’s
waist, pulling him close, pulling him inside. “Now,
please.” He wasn’t in the mood for elaborate foreplay
– he just wanted to feel Haldir inside him, giving him
what he needed most.

Haldir bit his bottom lip, easily sliding inside and
sheathing himself. “It feels different.”

“It is different,” whispered Legolas, nearly
breathlessly. “It is the first time I am allowing
someone to make love to me in this way.” 

“I am flattered,” said Haldir with a giant smirk.
Remaining motionless, he savored the new sensation. He
leaned in closer, and kissed Legolas passionately
before performing his first thrust. 

“Oh…” Legolas moaned in surprise, and instinctively
raised his hips to thrust back. “Feels better… than I
thought it would.” 

“That’s because we are making a little one,” teased
Haldir, gently thrusting again. He curled his fingers
around Legolas’ right hand and guided his lover’s hand
to his erection. “Stroke yourself for me.”

Unable to deny his lover this request, Legolas stroked
his hard flesh lazily. They were in no rush to reach
completion, simply savoring the act itself. He raised
his long legs and wrapped them tightly around Haldir’s
waist, making sure his lover remained buried inside
him. “Deeper… Make sure I conceive.”

Haldir brushed damp strands of golden hair away from
his beloved’s face and then kissed the closing eyelids
with infinite tenderness. “As you wish,” he said,
obliging Legolas and penetrating him deeply. 

Legolas released a choked moan and flexed his hips
again. “I love you for doing this for me, Haldir.”

“For us.” Haldir smiled, kissed Legolas’ lips, and
then the tip of his tongue trailed down his lover’s
throat, licking the salt of his partner’s skin. They
had now established a gentle, but deep thrusting
rhythm and Haldir could feel himself spiral toward
orgasm. “I am sorry, my love, but I won’t last much
longer.”

Wanting them to reach orgasm together, Legolas stroked
himself harder. When their climax finally was upon
them, the silver- haired Elf trembled in dual
pleasure. His own cream dripped from the inflamed head
of his erection, whilst Haldir’s seed nestled deep
inside him. Unable to move, he simply stared into
Haldir’s dilated pupils. They clung to each other,
bestowing kisses on one another’s lips, privately
sending prayers to the Valar. 

“Do you think you conceived?” asked Haldir after
several minutes had passed. His sated organ had long
left his lover’s body and he now lay on his side,
studying Legolas’ furrowed brow.

“We will know in a few weeks,” said Legolas
eventually. “I have no experience in this matter and
the only one who can advise me is in Mirkwood.” Maybe
Thranduil knew how to determine if he had conceived or
not. 

“Promise me you will be careful in battle,” demanded
Haldir in a firm tone. The sight of a naked, slightly
sweat-covered Legolas was enough to make his heart
flutter madly with love and renewed desire. To his
surprise, he grew hard again.

Legolas noticed his lover’s renewed arousal and
grinned wickedly. “I will do my best, beloved, but we
can worry about that later. Maybe we should try again
and make sure I conceived? I can see you are up for it
again.”

Haldir purred in approval. “If you aren’t feeling
sore, I would be happy to perform my marital duties
again.”

“It is a good kind of sore,” whispered Legolas,
pulling Haldir back on top of him. “It is the kind of
soreness that will remind me of the fact we made love
in order to create new life.”

Haldir easily buried himself to the hilt. This time,
Legolas rested his legs on the bed instead of wrapping
them around his waist and Haldir realized this act
drained his lover more than he had originally thought.
Supporting Legolas’ legs, he gently lifted them, and
encouraged Legolas to pull them toward his chest. “You
look even lovelier this way – open and vulnerable.” 

Legolas obliged Haldir, and stared lazily at his
silver-haired lover who moved confidently inside him.
This lovemaking had to result in new life – it had to!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Several weeks later…

“Haldir? Love?” Legolas quickly scanned his
surroundings, and was reassured when he found their
traveling companions still sound asleep. “Wake up!”
They had made camp only a few miles away from Minas
Tirith and tomorrow another battle awaited them. But
that could wait. First he had to tell Haldir something
very important. 

“Yes, love, I am awake.” Haldir’s eyes filled with
awareness and he instantly pulled Legolas closer, even
atop of him. “Why did you wake me?” He had grown
extremely protective and possessive of Legolas during
these last few weeks – ever since that day that they
had made love in Helm’s Deep. His feelings for Legolas
were still deepening – even though he had thought that
impossible. Looking at his beloved now, he realized
that Legolas had never looked lovelier before. The
blue eyes shone with a silver fire and the normally so
pallid skin had attained a rosy hue. 

“We are going to have a baby in ten moons,” whispered
Legolas softly into Haldir’s ear, as he didn’t want
anyone else to find out yet. “I am with child.”

“How do you know for certain?” Haldir’s eyes shone
with hope and love when Legolas guided his hand
beneath the fabric of his lover’s clothes. His palm
rested against the once flat abdomen, feeling a slight
distention. Speechless, he stared into Legolas’
radiant eyes.

“You are going to be an Ada shortly. Just as you
wanted.” Legolas claimed Haldir’s lips in a loving
kiss.

Haldir finally regained his wits. “You must be careful
from this moment on. Don’t fight tomorrow.”

“We already discussed this,” said Legolas, reminding
Haldir of their previous discussions. “But I will be
as careful as I possibly can.”

Haldir buried Legolas in a warm hug, rocking his lover
gently on top of him. “You have made me the happiest
Elf alive.”

Legolas smiled brilliantly at him. “I hope you will
still feel like that when my hormones act up.”

“Oh, the joys of pregnancy,” said Haldir, teasingly.
“I will face them with you.” Holding Legolas tight, he
thanked the Valar for granting them this child.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You are *what*?” Aragon shook his head, still trying
to understand and accept what Legolas had just told
him. During the last battle he had wondered about
Haldir, who constantly hovered near Legolas and who
had tried to convince him to forbid Legolas to take
part in the upcoming fight. Now Haldir’s plea made
sense.

The enemy had finally been defeated and Aragorn would
shortly be crowned King of the reunited Kingdoms of
Gondor and Arnor, and the last thing he had had
expected to hear was that his long-time friend was
pregnant with Haldir’s child. “You cannot be
pregnant!”

“I assure you it is so.” Legolas took hold of
Aragorn’s hand and after seeing Haldir nod, placed his
friend’s hand against his abdomen. 

Aragorn’s eyes widened in shock. “But…”

“All males in my family are capable of conceiving and
eventually giving birth,” explained Legolas, who
smiled, feeling Aragorn gently rub his fingers against
the distended skin. “Haldir and I will become parents
in ten moons.”

Aragorn was torn between being cross with Legolas and
being happy for his friend. “You fought at my side
knowing you were endangering your child?”

“Haldir and I discussed this. He was also worried that
I might be injured, but he allowed me to do so. It is
my body and I make my own decisions.” Legolas
patiently waited for Aragorn’s reaction. “I would like
to stay in Minas Tirith until the baby is born.”

“Of course you are welcome to stay,” stammered
Aragorn, still finding it hard to believe what his
fingertips were telling him. “But you still acted
recklessly.”

Legolas nodded once. “But the war is over and we
should look toward the future, not the past.” Haldir
came to stand beside him and a strong arm enfolded
him. “Haldir and I told you first.”

“The others don’t know yet?”

“No,” replied Haldir, “We agreed you should learn of
this first.”

“Oh,” chuckled Aragorn, “I want to be there when you
tell Gimli!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I can’t believe you did that!” Gimli fumed with
frustration. “You are with child and still fought in
the frontlines!” He was shocked to find out how easily
he accepted the fact that Legolas was pregnant, but
what he couldn’t accept was the fact that the Elf
hadn’t stayed behind when his condition had become
clear to him. “That is irresponsible behavior!”

“What are you going to do about that, Master Dwarf?”
inquired Legolas, who was seated comfortably on a
divan in Gimli’s guest rooms. Now that Aragorn was
King of Gondor, the Gondorrim had been quick to make
sure their honored guests were as comfortable as
possible, assigning them the best guest rooms. 

“I should bend you over my knee and spank you!” roared
Gimli, glaring at Legolas. He loved his friend deeply,
but he just couldn’t understand why Legolas had taken
such a risk. The baby could have been injured, or
Legolas could have suffered a miscarriage!

“That wouldn’t be advisable in my current state,” said
Legolas in a wicked tone. “Come on, Gimli. Be glad for
me.” Then he leaned in closer, whispering, “You can be
the baby’s favorite uncle.”

“The baby’s favorite uncle?” Gimli frowned. “O, yes, I
will be her favorite uncle.”

“Do you think I am pregnant with a girl?” inquired
Legolas, amused. “Personally, I am convinced it is a
boy.”

Gimli needed a moment to stomach that. “A miniature
version of you?”

“And Haldir,” added Legolas mischievously. 

“The gods help us.”

TBC in Behind Emerald Eyes