In Dreams 3/?

5/26/02

Rating: NC-17 for this one folks
Pairings: L/H, implied L/?
Feedback: Let’s put it this way.  No reviews=Unhappy L=no fic.  What 
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Disclaimer: Not mine and not real.  I doubt it would’ve made the movie 
anyway.  It all belongs to Tolkien.  Although I wish it was real cuz then I 
could give Maeglin a good spanking… ^_~  Tathren DOES belong to me, 
however, and his automatic burglar alarm will go off as soon as he is 
inserted into any fic without my consent.  You. Have. Been. Warned.  
Bumbumbuuuuummmm!!!

Dedication: To Riley again, because I love her fics and I love her and I’m 
very sorry that she decided to go away and stop writing L/A smut.  
Aishiteru and thanx for being very nice with your comments!  

To my beloved beta, Cristina, for kicking my @$$ into writing this third 
part.  Here it is.  YAY!!! HAL-DEAR/LEGSIE COMFORT/SMUT!!!

A/N: Wow, I actually got to the third chapter! *looks shocked* Scary... 
Um, yeah.  Haldir actually gets to *comforting* (winkwinknudgenudge) 
Legolas.  By what means, I refuse to divulge. ^_^ Well, have fun!  Oh 
yeah, for anyone wanting to know what is the deal with the quotes, well… 
they are very important and point out substantial themes to the particular 
chapter that they are inserted into.  

For people who are reading this and going all SD and skittery, screaming 
“HALDIR’S OOC!!!” Well, he’s not really.  I think he’s just an arrogant 
bastard on the outside, but that he can be really sweet to people he likes. 
*cough*Legolas*cough*


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"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities."
Janos Arany, Hungarian poet


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“…and after that… he…"

Haldir listened to Legolas’ account of what had happened in his nightmare 
with growing shock and disgust.  Legolas had gotten through telling about 
how the being had forced him to pleasure him, and shuddered, unable to 
speak of what had happened next.

All this time, Haldir had listened patiently, and when Legolas broke off he 
patted the prince’s back comfortingly.  Legolas flinched but did not move 
away.  

“That is horrible Legolas,” Haldir said softly.  

Legolas leaned forward into Haldir’ chest and trembled.  “That’s not even 
the worst part.”

Haldir looked at him in horror and said disbelievingly, “There’s more?”  
Realizing the only thing worse than that, he closed his eyes, full of 
sympathy for his old acquaintance.  Tears slowly ran down Legolas’ 
cheeks and he nodded.

The march warden cursed softly under his breath and pulled back to see 
Legolas’ face, but the prince turned away.  Haldir sighed.  “Legolas, look 
at me.”  He took Legolas’ chin in his hand and made him look at him.  In 
his eyes, Haldir saw the apparent pain and his expression softened.  He 
hugged Legolas once more and whispered into his ear.  “You must tell me.  
If you don’t, you’ll never get over it and you’ll kill yourself from holding 
it in.”

Legolas shook his head vigorously.  “No!  I can’t!”

“You have to!” Haldir urged.

Legolas tried to pull away but Haldir caught his arm and he panicked.  
“No! Let me go!”   

“Legolas!”

“No!  I can’t!  I couldn’t bear it!” he yelled while trying to escape the grip, 
tears now flowing freely.

Haldir struggled to keep his hold on the hysterical elf and finally grabbed 
both of his arms and shook him.  “Legolas!  Listen to me!” he shouted.  
Legolas fell still, staring at him like he just got slapped.  Seeing that, 
Haldir immediately calmed down.  “You must tell me Legolas, no matter 
how it pains you.”  He brought a hand up to Legolas’ face, and rubbed his 
thumb across the reddened cheek to brush away the tears.  

Legolas’ bottom lip quivered, and he dove back into Haldir’s arms, 
sobbing.  “You already know what happened!” he choked.  “I know that 
you do!  I see it in your eyes!  That look of sympathy towards me makes it 
more obvious!”

Haldir groaned in distress.  Here he was trying to comfort the poor elf, and 
all he was doing was making him more scared.  Haldir brushed through 
the soft silken strands of the prince’s hair, making soothing noises until 
Legolas relaxed and wasn’t trembling so violently.  Poor thing… he must 
be exhausted.  He thought.

“I have an idea,” Haldir murmured softly into the elf’s ear.  Legolas 
nodded a little to show that he was listening, so Haldir continued.  “You 
must be exhausted from this all, so let’s just go back to my quarters and 
you can spend the night there, okay?”

Legolas lifted his head and peered into Haldir’s eyes questioningly.  “Stay 
with you?”

Haldir smiled softly and gathered the elf back into his arms, rubbing his 
back soothingly.  “Yes, you can stay there and if you need anything, I’ll be 
on hand, all right?”  

Legolas paused and for a moment Haldir thought he would choose to go 
back to the fellowship, but after a while of indecision, Legolas nodded.  
He felt safe with the Guardian.  Haldir smiled and broke the embrace with 
the younger elf.  Legolas looked up through the stray strands of hair that 
had fallen out of place in his earlier run.  Haldir put a hand on his back and 
steered him away from the clearing, and back towards Caras Galadhon.

***

Legolas leaned into Haldir on the way through the woods, glad to have 
some sort of support.  He opened his eyes and stared ahead at the path, 
thinking.

Why is he doing this?  Why does he bother himself with my problems?  So 
many questions that had yet to be answered ran through his head.  We 
were never even very good friends; he always was away on duty… he 
never took a break to be with his brothers and I. ……

At this thought, Legolas looked up at the March Warden’s face.  He was 
looking ahead and paying attention to the trail.  His cheekbones were 
highlighted by the silver light of the moon glimmering through the leaves 
of the mellorn trees.  His mouth was pursed in a slight frown, as if he was 
thinking about something, and his grey eyes glittered in the pale light of 
the stars shining in the sky above the woods

Legolas looked down at his feet when he realized he was staring.  Haldir 
had not changed since the last time he had seen him.  Although, a little 
voice in his brain added, his personality has changed somewhat.  Legolas 
looked back up at the other elf.  Yes, he affirmed.  Haldir had definitely 
changed for the better.  He was less arrogant and seemed so concerned 
about Legolas, it made him want to launch himself into the warm arms and 
cry his eyes out.  Which you already did, the irritating voice nagged.

Legolas sighed and Haldir turned from his thoughts to look at him.  His 
eyes held a question there and Legolas shook his head, brushing it off.  
The normally harsh grey eyes softened and Haldir turned back to the path.

He leaned his head back onto Haldir’s shoulder, and sighed again,
thinking about what had happened.  I am acting like such a child!  Why am 
I making such a problem out of this?  It wasn’t even real…  It was just a 
dream…

***

“This is it.”

Legolas finally climbed to the top of the mellorn tree that held Haldir and 
his brothers’ quarters.  The two elves were standing on the balcony that 
encircled the small tree house that the three guardians resided in.

“Well?”

Legolas jumped at the sound from right behind him.  He turned around 
and Haldir was standing there looking expectant.  “Well,” he repeated.  
“What do you think?”

Legolas looked back at the tree house and smiled.  “It’ll do fine Haldir.”  
He turned back to the guardian and took one of his hands into his own.  
“Thank you.”

Haldir smiled.  “No need to thank me, princeling.”  He started walking to 
the door and motioned for Legolas to follow him.  They entered and 
Legolas peered around at the room they were in with mild curiosity.  
Haldir saw the look and chuckled.

“This is Rúmil’s room  He’s been rather messy of late, as of certain 
circumstances.”  There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he said 
this that was just begging to be questioned.

“Circumstances?”

“He met someone he likes and he’s been busy trying to catch their eye.”  
Haldir said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Legolas’ eyes widened.  “Really?”

“Yup.”  Haldir moved into another room and Legolas followed, looking 
around.  It was Orophin’s.  Still impeccably clean, he thought, except for 
the bed, which looked like it was made inattentively.  He almost thought 
to ask if Orophin had also found an elf that caught his interest but Haldir 
spoke first.

“You can sleep in my room tonight,” Haldir offered.

“Thank you again,” Legolas said quietly, standing in the middle of the 
room and looking down at his feet.

Haldir glanced over at him and furrowed his brows.  The princeling 
changed moods faster than he did, which was saying a lot.  The March 
Warden strode over to him and took the elf in his arms, ignoring the 
squawk of surprise that greeted the sudden action.

At first Legolas tried to squirm out of the hug, but soon he relaxed in the 
now familiar arms of Haldir.  Legolas took a deep breath, and sighed.  
Haldir didn’t let him go until he was positive that the younger elf was 
calmed and relaxed.

“Are you feeling a little better now?” Haldir whispered into Legolas’ ear 
while stroking his hair.  Legolas nodded silently and Haldir pulled away, 
smiling.  “Good.  Is there anything that you want?”

Legolas seemed to think about this for a while and bit his lower lip 
slightly.  “I would like to bathe if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

“All right.  I can take you to the baths easy enough.”  With that said, 
Haldir turned to his oak dresser.  He opened one of the drawers and pulled 
out a tunic and pair of leggings.  He closed the drawer and walked over to 
Legolas, who was staring at him.

“What are those for?”

Haldir grinned a little.  “Well, I haven’t taken a bath yet as I just got 
home, so I thought I would join you.”

Legolas’ eyes widened but he nodded his consent.  Haldir narrowed his 
eyes when he noticed the normal spark and youthful vigor of Legolas’ 
eyes was gone, leaving them a dull blue-grey.

He is taking this badly, he thought.  I cannot let him be consumed by this!  
I’ve got to help him somehow… His thoughts were interrupted as Legolas 
started talking.

“Well?  I thought we were going?”

Haldir shook his head and smiled.  “Of course your highness,” he bowed 
in mock-respect and signaled that Legolas go out of the door ahead of him.

“Your arrogance will be the end of you, Haldir of Lórien,” Legolas shot 
over his shoulder.  Haldir smirked.  Apparently the little princeling hadn’t 
lost his sense of humor.

“Of course my lord,” Haldir said, following Legolas out onto the balcony.  
That’s it Haldir, keep acting normal, and maybe he’ll feel better, he 
mentally repeated to himself.  He stepped ahead of him and led him to the 
other side of the tree house, where a rope bridge was positioned and 
attached to another tree.  It had a larger tree house on it and Legolas 
recognized it as a few of Rúmil’s friends’ home.

Legolas looked at the rope bridge curiously.  “I thought the bath house 
was on the ground, or it was last time I was here.”

Haldir brushed the comment off, unconcerned.  “Yes, but I have to do 
something first.”  With that he gave a low whistle, and waited for 
whatever effect it had.

As Legolas watched the other tree, an elf walked out of tree house.  He 
was taller than most of the Lórien elves and had long blond hair that 
reached down to his waist.  He brought a hand up to wave to Haldir.

“Mae govannen Haldir!” he called lightly; his voice a light, merry sound.

“Suilad Tathren!” Haldir called back.  “Are you well this evening?”

Tathren laughed brightly.  “It is the middle of the night Haldir!  You woke 
me up!  How do you think I could be well?” he said across the distance 
between the two trees.

Haldir rolled his eyes and turned to Legolas and whispered, “He is always 
like this, pay no mind to it.”  When Legolas nodded, he focused on 
Tathren.

“May I ask you a favor, friend?”

Tathren nodded but then stopped and tittered with hidden amusement.  “It 
matters what the favor is, March Warden.”  

Haldir sighed heavily.  “We’re going to the bath house right now. When 
Rúmil or Orophin return, can you tell them where we are, so they won’t 
worry themselves into a frenzy.”

 “The bath house?” Tathren queried, raising his eyebrows.  “Rather late for 
bath isn’t it?”

“I feel a need for one,” Haldir commented airily.

Tathren snickered at this and turned to walk back inside his room.  
“Whatever you say Haldir, whatever you say.”

“Don’t forget to tell Rúmil!” Haldir yelled at his back.  Tathren just waved 
his hand in dismissal as Haldir glowered.

“That elf is impossible I swear,” he muttered while walking toward the 
rope ladder that they had climbed moments before.  

Legolas looked on in the entire exchange with silent amusement.  He then 
followed Haldir down the ladder and when they were on solid ground, the 
Lórien elf lead them down a path that looked like it wasn’t used very 
often.

After a few minutes of walking, they came to the base of a huge mellorn 
tree.  Haldir walked up to one of the giant roots, and pressed lightly 
against it.  A door opened and at Legolas’ curious face, he grinned.  “This 
isn’t one of the most widely known areas to bathe, so let’s keep it that 
way.” He put a finger to his lips and winked.  Then Haldir walked into the 
door and disappeared into the darkness.  Not wanting to be left behind, 
Legolas followed.

The two elves walked down a set of stairs, slowly descending into the 
earth.  Legolas could hear Haldir’s footsteps a few feet away from him and 
continued on.  All around him was dark.  There weren’t any lights and he 
couldn’t see a foot in front of his face.  

They reached the end of the stairs.  He tried to find Haldir but couldn’t 
because of the blackness of the bathing area.  Suddenly, a candle was lit 
and by the faint glow of the flame, he could see that he was in a large, 
stone, circular room with a large, steaming pool of water in the center.  
More candles were lit and Legolas looked around for Haldir, who was just 
extinguishing a match.

Haldir walked over to a stone bench and set his clothes there, then turned 
around and grabbed a few towels from a rack made of wood.  He strode 
over to Legolas and handed him one, then started to undress.

Legolas stood there, staring stupidly as the other elf pealed off his 
clothing.  He then realized with a jolt that he was being rude and averted 
his eyes, starting on his tunic.  He didn’t look up until he was starting to 
remove his leggings when he heard a splash, and saw Haldir’s golden head 
disappear beneath the water.  He came up after a few moments and a 
fountain of water spurted from his mouth.

Legolas stared at the elf again, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his 
mouth, and Haldir grinned at him.  “Come on in princeling!  The water’s 
fine!”

Legolas snapped out of it, smiled and shook his head.  “You are 
impossible Haldir.”  Haldir just smirked and Legolas was suddenly 
conscious of the fact that he was still dressed.  He blushed and slowly 
pulled down his leggings.  He shot a quick glance at Haldir, but that just 
showed him floating on his back in the large bath.  He stepped out of his 
pants and walked cautiously to the tub, gingerly placing a foot in the water 
to test the heat.

A splash hit him and he teetered forward and fell into the warm water.  He 
came up sputtering and glared at Haldir who laughed and tried to swim 
away.  Legolas splashed him back and waded over to a submerged seat.  
He sat and leaned back against the stone sides, arms draped on them, and 
eyes closed

Haldir smiled evilly and made a move to get the prince even more wet 
when Legolas opened one eye and glared at him.  “Don’t even think about 
it.”

Haldir sighed and sat on the underwater seat next to Legolas, and leaned 
back.  They sat there for a long while, just enjoying the silence and (as 
much as he was shocked to admit it) Legolas was enjoying the close 
proximity of Haldir.  

He shook his head at this thought.  I shouldn’t be thinking this… after 
what happened-  Legolas shuddered as the memories came rushing back to 
him.  //The feel of the other elf inside of him… his cries of pain… the elf 
pulling out of him after he spent himself-// Legolas winced at the painful 
thoughts.

It was only my mind that got violated… It’s not like it was a real rape…  
While he thought this, his eyes filled with tears again before he turned his 
head away so Haldir wouldn’t see he was crying.  Then why does it hurt so 
much?

//Himself screaming at the elf to stop…// This time, he couldn’t stop the 
tremor that passed through his body, nor the tears that escaped his eyes 
and ran down his cheeks.

Haldir looked over at the prince and saw the wet, salt droplets.  He 
frowned and scooted over to him, wrapping his arms around Legolas in a 
comforting embrace; Holding him until his crying ceased.

Legolas’ entire body wracked with sobs as he let out all his bottled up 
emotion while in the guardian’s arms.  There was something comforting 
about them…

Haldir made soothing noises until Legolas steadied his breathing and 
leaned fully against him.  He closed his eyes and sighed softly.  Haldir was 
cooing something in his ear and he relaxed more into the guardian’s chest, 
inhaling the steam that was being let off from the bath.

He felt so wonderful, just sitting in the bath, Haldir’s strong, protective 
arms wrapped around him, the other elf breathing next to his ear.  He 
could’ve stayed that way forever.  He snuggled in closer until his head was 
resting in the crook of Haldir’s neck.  Funny. He thought.  This feels so 
right… but why?

All he could see was the mist of the water vapor, a few strands of Haldir’s 
platinum blond hair and a lot of skin.  Haldir’s skin.  The skin of his neck 
to be precise.  Legolas breathed in deeply.  He smelled nice.  Like fresh 
spring rain and ripe berries.  And out of the blue, he had this great impulse 
to see if he tasted that way too.

Legolas’ tongue stuck out of his mouth and lapped at the skin of Haldir’s 
neck.  The latter jumped suddenly and stared down at the prince with 
shock and something less discernable… was that lust?  Legolas blinked 
and unconsciously licked his lips.  What do you know… he does taste like 
berries.^

They stayed that way for a time, just looking into each other’s eyes, 
searching for something but neither knew what.  Finally, Legolas made the 
first move, leaning in close to Haldir’s face, so that their noses were 
touching.  Haldir parted his lips and that was all that Legolas needed.  He 
closed in and brushed their lips together in a light, chaste kiss and was just 
about to move away when Haldir brought his hands up and tugged them 
together tightly, making the kiss change from experimental to passionate.

Legolas widened his eyes, surprised at the aggressiveness of Haldir, but 
soon closed them again and licked at the guardian’s lips, asking 
permission to enter.  Haldir acquiesced and Legolas’s tongue probed the 
inside of his mouth, then sucked the guardian’s tongue into his own.

Haldir gasped into the other elf’s mouth and groaned. I really shouldn’t be 
doing this, he thought. Legolas was traumatized and he was just taking 
advantage of him by doing this.  But the princeling was just so 
intoxicating. And that thing that he was doing with his tongue.  Haldir 
moaned and tried to get into better contact with that lovely body that was 
pressing against him. 

Legolas straddled the other elf’s hips, trying to crawl inside him… Yes.  
That’d be nice.  Their arousals brushed against each other, eliciting a 
moan from both.  Legolas pried open Haldir’s mouth with his tongue and 
ravaged the hot cavern.  He groaned.  To be inside Haldir… He’d be safe 
from everything… At this thought, he tilted Haldir’s head back and 
deepened the kiss.

After a few moments of this oral embrace, the need for oxygen overcame 
the need to feel each other’s mouths.  They broke apart breathlessly and 
tried to regain some air.

Haldir, now completely confused, stared at Legolas and those brilliantly 
blue eyes were shining back at him.  “Legolas I-“

Legolas cut him off with a finger to his lips and a sad look.  “Please 
Haldir.  Do not speak.”

“But-“

Legolas shook his head.  “No.  Don’t.”  He looked at Haldir with pleading 
eyes.  “I beg of you Haldir.  Make me forget the Nightmare that I’ve lived 
through.  If for only a few moments.”

Haldir was struck with compassion and another stronger feeling for the elf 
sitting in his lap, peering at him desperately.  He looked up and smiled, “I 
will do anything you ask.”

Legolas hugged him and didn’t let go until Haldir pushed him back to 
stare him straight in the eyes.  He leaned in slowly and brushed his lips 
against the prince’s with a feather-like touch.  Legolas sighed and wrapped 
his arms around Haldir’s neck, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss, not 
as frenzied as their first, but more passionate.

Haldir’s hands roamed over the plains of Legolas’ chest until he found a 
hardened nipple.  He drew the nub between his fingers and lightly pinched 
it, drawing a gasp from the prince.  He repeated the action with his other 
hand until the two buds were even harder than before.  

The two hands slid down; one finding a place at Legolas’ hip and the other 
cupping his buttocks.  Legolas tensed when he felt fingers brushing over 
the entrance to his body.  Haldir broke the long kiss and started nibbling 
on his ear, distracting him.  After a short while, Legolas relaxed and 
Haldir gently pushed a single digit into the tight ring of flesh.

Legolas gasped at the intrusion that caused a little pain, but moaned when 
the probing finger came in contact with his prostate.  He arched, trying to 
make the digit do that thing that felt so amazing.  Haldir chuckled and 
whispered into the Prince’s ear, “ready for a second?”  Legolas nodded 
and Haldir proceeded to rub against his pleasure spot from the inside while 
stroking his erection.

After stretching the prince’ opening for a while, he added a third finger.  
Legolas winced.  It hurt.   Haldir whispered some nonsensical words into 
the Prince’s ear and started tasting the side of Legolas’ neck, alternating 
small love bites with kisses to alleviate them.

Haldir then removed the digits and Legolas felt sort of empty inside 
without them.  The Guardian looked into Legolas’ eyes, silently asking the 
question, just to make sure he was ready for this.  This was the point of no 
return.

Legolas pointedly gazed at Haldir in return, one word escaping past his 
lips: “Please.”

Haldir needed no more assurance and lifted the slighter elf above his lap, 
pressing the tip of his arousal against the prince’ opening.  Legolas took a 
deep breath and smiled slightly.  “I trust you,” came the whispered final 
confirmation.  Haldir slowly guided Legolas down onto his erection, the 
tip just breaching past the tight ring of flesh. 

Legolas shut his eyes and bit his lip in pain.  Haldir gave him a concerned 
look and stopped movement.  Legolas pried his eyelids open half-mast and 
gasped “Don’t stop.”  Haldir hesitatingly started to pull the prince down 
when Legolas closed his eyes once more and took Haldir into the hilt 
swiftly.

The prince shuddered and his breathing turned harsh, coming now in 
labored gasps.  He hadn’t felt so much pain in a long time… Haldir 
murmured soothing words to him, caressed his cheek ever so gently, and 
the prince finally relaxed, letting out a few choked sobs.

Haldir started thrusting inside of Legolas when he realized that the elf was 
getting used to the feeling.  He rotated his hips and tried to find that sweet 
spot from before.  After searching for a second, Legolas yelped and Haldir 
grinned.  There we go…

Soon, Legolas found that the pain had disappeared, pleasure taking it’s 
place.  He moaned and silently urged Haldir to move faster.  Haldir was 
only too happy to comply as he quickened his pace and groaned into the 
prince’s shoulder.  

They moved together in silence, every so often a groan or whimper 
escaping Legolas’ mouth, while Haldir panted harshly.  Haldir quickened 
his pace and his thrusts became more erratic, a sign of impending release.  
Legolas could feel the pressure building up inside of him like water 
building up at a dam, just waiting for the right moment to burst.  

With a cry, the dam broke, and Legolas shouted his release.  The 
tightening of his muscles triggering Haldir’s, and he came with a loud 
groan, spilling his silver seed into the Prince.  

They floated there, panting, Haldir holding Legolas in his arms, with the 
Prince’s head lolling onto the Guardian’s shoulder as their hearts slowed 
from their fast pace.  After a few minutes, Haldir pulled out of the Prince 
who was lying limp in his arms and glanced at his face.  He was sleeping.

Haldir sighed and gazed fondly at the exhausted little Princeling.  Well, 
maybe not so little Princeling.  He smiled and gathered the elf in his arms 
up, stood, and stepped out of the steamy bath.

TBC…



A/N: Well, that’s the third chappie… @_@  Ye gads, that took a long 
time.  Um… I regret to inform you all that I won’t be writing anymore 
lemons for a while after the next one, which is in an upcoming fic.  I just 
don’t think I’m cut out for it. ^^; Don’t worry though, things’ll still get 
steamy, which’ll earn the NC-17 rating, just not explicit.

Notes:

1.  Yes, Hal uses a special lotion that I had made for him. ^_^ *Really 
BAD impression of Sean Bean* Tastes like… Strawberries… *feral 
smile*