Title: Vengeance (sequel to Unfair)
Author: Adulot – charlotte-p@attbi.com
Pairing(s): Haldir/Legolas
Rating: That hazy borderline between PG-13 and R.
Summary: Haldir hurt Legolas (physically -and- emotionally), so it's only fair 
that Legolas gets his revenge…right?
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Haldir, Legolas, or LOTR.
Warning: PWP, a hint of non-con, very mild bondage and definitely non-canon. 
Author's Note: As always, I looove feedback. Also, if you're going to archive 
this somewhere, please e-mail me telling me where it'll be :) Thanks. Okay, the 
non-canon warning is this: Unfair was originally meant to be kind of a 
standalone thing, so it was set immediately after Gandalf fell to shadow, when 
the Fellowship was in Lothlorien. This story is still set in Lothlorien, 
sometime after the whole Fellowship business I suppose, but I'm not sure of the 
exact time. So anyway, enough of my babbling…on with the story! -These- are 
itallics.


He would pay for it. The Galadhrim would pay for the Prince's pain, Legolas 
would make sure of that. Rarely it was that the fair Elf visited the Golden 
Wood so frequently in such a short period of time, but this was indeed an 
exception. Though he had obviously not divulged the information to his father, 
Legolas was traveling to Lothlorien for one reason and one reason alone: 
revenge. 

It was dark beyond the borders of Lothlorien, and one Galadhrim had made the 
mistake of letting his guard down. He was retreating, moving silently through 
the forest in the direction of his talan, certainly ready to bed down for what 
remained of the night. Thus, he failed to hear the footsteps approaching behind 
him. 

In an instant, broad-shouldered Haldir had been thrown to the ground, one of 
his assailant's knees digging in between his shoulder blades, one slightly 
roughened palm pressed over those steely gray eyes. This hand was quickly 
replaced with a strip of thick material, quickly depriving Haldir of his sight. 
Growling low in his throat, the Galadhrim thrashed, trying desperately to 
overturn his opponent and gain the upper hand. Certain it was one of his 
brothers playing an inane and immature joke on him, Haldir gritted out,
"Rumil! Orophin! Whichever of you it may be, you will be sorry when at last I 
can see your face and identify which of my brothers is callow enough to play 
such a simple trick! Let me go this instant! Remove this blindfold!"

His string of demands would have continued, if not for a surprisingly gentle 
voice hissing into his pointed ear,

"It is neither Rumil nor Orophin, dear Galadhrim, and I am playing no game, 
springing no trap. By the end of this night, you will wish it were merely as 
simple as that."

That voice. Haldir recognized it, and yet, for a moment could not place it. 
Soft and yet intimidating it was, holding an air of royalty that even years of 
kindness could never erase.

"Legolas?"

A laugh that was almost chilling in its familiarity reached Haldir's ears.
"Ah, so you have my identity pinned down already. You are indeed clever, but 
your wits will not save you this night."

At this point, Haldir was certain the young Mirkwood Prince had gone completely 
deranged. The idle threats were beginning to confuse the larger-framed Elf and 
though he would never admit it, his pulse had accelerated slightly as soon as 
he had landed upon the ground, from fear or some other factor he did not 
venture to guess. Forcing a demanding tone into his voice, Haldir continued to 
try and command Legolas as he had done once before,

"Release me immediately! You will pay dearly for this," He growled, trying to 
make it known that his threats were not idle. The knee in his back dug in just 
a little more, pressing against his spine and making Haldir stifle a slight cry 
of pain.

"Go on," Legolas whispered encouragingly into Haldir's ear, "Cry out. Scream. 
Shriek. No one can hear you, pretty Galadhrim. Do you know what that means?"
There was a note in Legolas's voice that Haldir never would have expected from 
the gentle Prince, a certain icy quality that the Galadhrim could only fathom 
was caused by his own presence. Shaking his head quickly, Haldir growled, 
"No," Speaking just barely loud enough for Legolas to hear. Long fingers 
suddenly dug into silvery hair, tightening and causing a momentary prickling 
pain that faded to a dull ache,

"It means no one can help you."

Even as Haldir floundered, he could feel that Legolas was deceptively strong – 
though he was smaller in frame than Haldir, he was no weaker. In fact, given 
Haldir's current situation, the waif-like Mirkwood Prince was rather 
intimidating. The Galadhrim quickly found himself being rolled over, glad to be 
face-up, the taste of wet leaves having slowly disgusted him as his face was 
pressed into the ground. The taste of damp foliage, however, was quickly 
replaced by a much more pleasant one – one of sweet Elven wine, of the smoke 
from a bonfire, of a grudge Haldir never would have expected Legolas to hold. 
Haldir's hands roamed blindly, trying desperately to find Legolas, to pull him 
down into the first, forbidden kiss. The fair Prince, however, would not be so 
easily ensnared. He had somehow escaped Haldir with nary a noise, which 
frustrated the Galadhrim to no end. 

"Legolas..." Haldir began in an almost chastising tone. The same warm, callused 
hand that had briefly been over his eyes quickly silenced him once more. The 
proud warrior was roughly pushed over again, resting once more on his belly as 
his hands were drawn behind him and bound together with a rope that felt soft 
as silk but held fast. Haldir tensed and began to struggle, trying desperately 
to escape his irked captor. This only served to amuse Legolas, who leaned down, 
letting his deeply golden hair brush just slightly against Haldir's cheek, 
causing the Galadhrim to turn in that direction, one bound hand jerking as 
though he meant to reach out, to grasp Legolas's hair if he was permitted.

But of course, he was not. 

The broad-shouldered Elf was now thoroughly confused, depending upon his senses 
of smell and sound to tell him where he was and what was going on. There was a 
slight rustling, hands suddenly clasping around his biceps, hauling him to his 
feet. Those hands pushed the Galadhrim's arms suddenly, forcing him to stumble 
and stagger backwards until his back encountered a very large granite boulder. 
Haldir drew in a hissing breath through clenched teeth as the chilled night air 
hit the suddenly bare skin of his chest. Legolas had crept up on him, again, 
and this time had near entirely divulged him of his tunic. It hung open now, 
exposing Haldir's milky-white skin to any who wished to feast their greedy eyes 
upon it. Slowly Haldir was pushed down, made to sit on his knees, his chin 
hitting his chest as he bowed his head like the subservient slave he was being 
forced to act as. A sudden warmth on his bare shoulder made him arch his back, 
desperate to draw closer to the bewitching touch of the Prince's lips. One fair 
hand held Haldir back, though, reaching around to tug at the bonds holding the 
larger Elf's hands together as though to remind him that it was the Prince of 
Mirkwood, not one of the revered Galadhrim, who was in charge this night.

Haldir was growing impatient with the feather-light touches that Legolas had 
bestowed upon him thus far. He twisted and turned, listening carefully for any 
sound that would betray the fair Prince's location. There was nothing he could 
do, however, for even if he did know where Legolas was, the deceptively strong 
bonds around his wrists would hold Haldir captive all night without a doubt.

Legolas, meanwhile, had knelt in front of Haldir, resting one hand over the 
Galadhrim's sternum. Curling his long-fingered hand so his nails would be 
certain to come in contact with the other's skin, Legolas suddenly, violently 
jerked that hand down Haldir's chest, his fingernails leaving angry red marks 
in their wake. Caught off his guard, Haldir let out a yelp of surprise, his 
cheeks immediately burning red with shame at his own outburst. Biting his 
tongue, the proud warrior rocked back on his knees, desperate to remain silent. 
"Yes," Legolas mused quietly, chuckling almost to himself, "That's it. A little 
louder, now." With that the wicked Prince leaned forward, taking one of 
Haldir's nipples into his mouth and biting down hard. Again Haldir yelped, 
though it was cut short as he tried in vain to stifle the noise, producing 
instead a low, tortured groan.

"Stop," He protested weakly.

"Perhaps your mind wishes me to cease what I am doing... though your body seems to 
disagree." 

Pressing his knees together, Haldir ducked his head slightly, desperate to hide 
any evidence of his arousal from the cunning Prince. It was useless, of course, 
as Legolas could clearly see all the evidence he needed pressing against 
Haldir's breeches. An idea quickly formed in his mind,

"I think I'll take those off for you," He murmured in what amounted to a 
falsely soothing tone, reaching out to place one hand on Haldir's lap, 

eliciting a slight whimper from the prideful Galadhrim, "Or perhaps I should 
let you take them off yourself." Sitting back on his heels, Legolas grinned at 
his own deviousness. "Oh! That's right; you can't, can you?" He tisked at 
Haldir, whose whimpering had grown slightly louder, "I suppose we'll just have 
to leave them on for now. Pity."

The broad-shouldered Elf had arched his back, displaying his body as a ritual 
sacrifice to the vengeful golden-haired deity that was Legolas. Meanwhile, said 
deity was contemplating exactly what it was he wanted to do to this delicious 
offering. Leaning forward once more, he pressed a delicate kiss to Haldir's 
collarbone, deceptively sweet. He then began to kiss a trail down the 
Galadhrim's chest, slowly but surely moving southward, pausing to lavish 
momentary attention on Haldir's bellybutton, drawing a slight, nervous chuckle 
from the sensitive Elf. That laugh dwindled into a choked whine of pleasure as 
Legolas's kisses trailed further and further down, stopping just at the 
waistband of Haldir's breeches. Raising his head, Legolas eyed his captive once 
more. Haldir's arms were shaking as he struggled slightly, pushing his hips 
forward, obviously craving Legolas's deludingly tranquil touch. As Legolas 
reached one questing finger into the waistband of the Galadhrim's breeches, 
Haldir twitched slightly and bit his full lower lip to stifle another cry of 
frustration. Seeing this, Legolas frowned, leaning forward until his arms were 
nearly upon Haldir's bared chest, his lips hovering inches from the face of the 
Galadhrim,

"Don't do that. Let me," The fair-haired Mirkwood Elf purred. Haldir complied, 
his expression relaxing though his lower lip continued to tremble. Continuing 
to rub one solitary finger beneath Haldir's waistband, Legolas caught the full 
lower lip between his teeth, tugging lightly and digging in nearly hard enough 
to draw blood. A rumbling noise of lust was heard from deep in the Galadhrim's 
frame, reminding Legolas of the warning growl of a large cat. This large, 
predatory cat, however, was no more than a kitten under Legolas's touch.
Even as the Prince continued to nibble on Haldir's lip, his nimble fingers were 
working the laces of the other's breeches, loosening them with an agonizing 
slowness and finally pushing them down past the Galadhrim's hips. Pulling back, 
Legolas grinned at the sight in front of him. He would exact his revenge in the 
worst way possible.

His questing fingers sought Haldir's arousal, beginning to stroke lightly, 
roughened archer's fingers driving the Galadhrim to the brink of madness with 
almost frightening speed. Haldir was fully aware of his uncomfortable state of 
arousal and the fact that he could do nothing for it and that along with the 
fact that Legolas was adamant with his slow tempo, would, he was certain, drive 
him insane. Just as his stomach muscles had begun to twitch, his expression 
contorting itself into one of the utmost passion, the touches stopped. The warm 
hand was gone, as were the soft lips and nipping teeth from Haldir's throat. A 
frustrated shout was heard from the Galadhrim, though he received no answer. 
This shout became articulated, now a growl of desperation and pent-up longing 
for the fair-haired Prince,

"Legolas!"

Again, no answer.

"-LEGOLAS-!"

Haldir's voice was growing hoarse from hollering the Prince's name repeatedly 
when the frustrated Elf finally realized that he would receive no answer. 
Legolas had left in silence; he was completely gone and out of earshot. 
So there Haldir sat, remaining in his painfully aroused and nearly naked state. 
The dark, heavy blindfold remained wrapped around his eyes, knotted in his fair 
silver hair, and his hands stayed bound to one another with the strong Elven 
rope. If it's bad now, the Galadhrim thought grimly, I can only imagine what it 
will be like next morn when Rumil, Orophin and the others take their posts once 
more.