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The Way of the Elf
Written by 3-Weather-Haldir

Merry Christmas! Hopefully I will meet your taste. There is a touch of BDSM in this story, but I hope it to be mushy enough in the end. Since I am not a native speaker, I hope you will forgive me for some mistakes. I wish you a nice holiday, and a happy new year. Have fun.


Ever since the Fellowship had arrived in Lorién, had Haldir watched him. It was repulsive to see how Legolas was lusting after the Edain. Always around him, fast to fulfil all his whims. To see an elve thus, disgusted Haldir, and Legolas was an elven Prince no less! The Galadhrim felt he had to do something about this and quickly. Two days had passed, since their arrival here in Caras Galadhon and Haldir was getting really mad, watching Legolas. That the other elf was in mourning over the death of Mithrandir, was one thing, but to seek comfort and relief in the arms of a mere man, that was in no way understandable to Haldir.

Legolas had felt the eyes of the older elf on him, but could not fathom the reason why. In his mourning for Gandalf, and with all the hardships they would still have to face on his mind, he was not really able to think much about it. So it was, that when Haldir came, asking him to join in the border watch, he agreed, seeing a chance to talk to the older elf. Ever since the beginning of the fellowship, and their leaving of the house of Elrond, he had had no contact with others of his race. Though he dearly loved Aragorn, his elvish upbringing could not turn him into an elve. Legolas had to admit to himself, that there was something about Haldir, which made him realise that he had missed the presence of another elf. It was curiosity that drove Legolas now to join in the watch, curiosity and perhaps something else. He readied his weapons and followed.

As soon as Legolas had agreed, Haldir had quite a hard time hiding the grin that threatened to spread over broadly across his face. He watched the other put on his weapons, bow and arrows and his beautiful elvish knifes. Silently he led Legolas through the woods, away from Caras Galadhon, far away. While the where walking, Legolas started to tell Haldir about their journey so far. Always he was praising the virtues of Aragorn. The elder elf was rolling his eyes and his fingers where playing with the silken elvish rope hanging at his side. A small evil smile let his eyes shine dark and lusting.

A sidelong glance at Haldir showed this look to Legolas, and he wondered. “What are you thinking about?” Never before had he seen such a look on Haldirs face, though he had often met him before, when he visited Galadriel on errands of his father. The dark gleam in the others eyes made Legolas feel slightly uneasy. “Oh, I was just thinking about you.” Haldir turned to him. They had reached a small clearing, far away from the city or the next border guard. High trees stood all around. This was just the right place, the right place for a well deserved lesson, Haldir thought.

At the last sentence Legolas head came up, and he watched the other carefully. “What about me?” The evil smile now spread into the grin the Galadhrim had been hiding before. He took slow, small steps towards Legolas, again fingering the rope. “All the way here, while you were rambling on about your journey and you’re oh so beloved Aragorn, I was thinking about you. You, tied to a tree, naked, bound, left wholly to my mercy.” Now Haldirs face was mere inches away from Legolas’, his hot breath caressing the young prince’s lips. Legolas eyes widened, but he did not step back. Instead he took on a defensive stand and a defying look came to his eyes. “What are you talking about? Why are you saying this?” No one knew about his feelings for Aragorn, he was sure of that. Never had he actually acted on them.

Haldir laughed softly, but an evil note was in the sound. “You’re feelings for that Edain,” he virtually spat the word in Legolas face, “are as clear and open, as the rise of the morning sun. It disgusts me, and shames any elf worthy of his race. You are not only an elf, but a prince! No elf should be lusting after someone of the lesser races. They are supposed to lust after us! You are a total disgrace to your people!” While the elder was talking, his eyes grew even darker.

Legolas heart was pounding loudly in his chest. Haldir was serious! The look in those eyes was unmistakable. The mirkwoodelf was a warrior. He had grown up in as dangerous an environment, as you could imagine. But to have another elf against him, and a warrior of the Golden Wood at that, did make him pause. The words of Haldir slowly sank in. Why was he not allowed to have feelings for Aragorn? Was he truly disgracing his race? Never before had he seen Haldir thus. The Galadhrim was known for his cool poise. Legolas looked deep into those dark eyes, and was unable to imagine, he was the reason for this burst in the wall of absolute cool control.

“You deserve a lesson, my dear prince.” Haldir grinned in Legolas face. The younger one drew his brows together watching him warily. Somehow the wish to run from this confrontation grew quite urgent in Legolas. “What kind of lesson? What are you talking about?” The words had hardly left his mouth, when Haldir slept a strong hand hard across his cheek. Legolas head snapped around, and a fine line of blood trickled from a split lip. Shocked, and totally indignant he asked: “Haldir? What are you doing?” The Galadhrim laughed at the stricken expression on Legolas face. “Teaching you a lesson, just like I said…”

Hard and fast came the next strike. Though his hand came up to block it, Legolas was unable to stop the force, with which Haldir hit him and he fell. Before the younger had a chance to recover, the Galadhrim grabbed him, ripped Bow and quiver from him and pulled him to a tree. Then he tied his hands with the silken rope behind the trunk and pulled him up. “Now that is quite as I imagined it to be.” Haldir smiled, quite satisfied with his work. Legolas was coming back. He tasted blood in his mouth. Now he was utterly disturbed, pulling hopelessly at the ropes. “Haldir, untie me! I am a prince, not some kind of love slave!”

“Oh? Are you not?” Haldirs voice was dripping with bittersweet sarcasm. “The way you are lusting after that Edain. Almost begging him to take his relieve with you… just like a whore!” Legolas mouth dropped, his exes widened. Never before had anyone dared to talk to him like that. He was utterly shocked, especially since Haldir had hit dead centre with his remark. Was he truly that obvious about his feelings? If so, why had Aragorn never taken him? He would have given him everything.

Haldir could see realisation dawning on Legolas face. “You see it now, don’t you? You are an elf! A warrior! A prince! Your behaviour is unworthy and shameful. I will teach you the way of the warrior, the way of the true elf!” His hands came up swiftly and with a graceful movement he pulled the elvenknifes from Legolas back, whirling them in circles in his hands, showing his skill with the deadly blades. “What do you want with my knives?!” Now true fear started to rise in Legolas. He had never seen or heard Haldir like this, he must have gone crazy, of this the prince was now sure. Legolas knew quite well the deadly power of his Blades, and feared them to be in the hands of a madman. Desperately he pulled at the ropes, binding his hands, keeping him firmly in place, at the mercy of Haldir.

“Like I said before, you look just like I imagined you, just with to much clothes hiding your beautiful body from my eyes.” One knife came down right shoulder to left thigh, slashing through fabric as if it were air, cutting into the skin just enough to leave a fine path of blood. Legolas cried out, as the blades cut into him, it stung and burned. “Haldir! You’re mad! Untie me, leave me be!” Again Haldir laughed out. This was starting to be fun. The cut fabric had opened to him the white, smooth skin underneath, now slightly stained with the trickling blood.

“No, my lovely. You will not leave this place, until I am through with you. Like I said, there is a lesson to be learned here. And you will learn it, one way, or another.” Haldir hoped it to be the first option, but for the honour of his people he would not shy from the other. Just as Legolas was trying to answer him, the second blade came down, the opposite way, leaving a neat X on Legolas breast, the tattered clothe falling open, baring even more skin. This time Legolas stifled the cry, biting hard on his lower lip. “Good, honey. It does not suite a prince to be crying out.”

Smiling Haldir flipped the blades in his hands, so that the handles came up front. He draw nearer to Legolas and pulled away the fabric, looking at his handiwork. The second cut too had drawn blood. The wounds were just on the skin, very likely they would not even leave any scars behind. “By Eru! Haldir, I will kill you, if ever I get out of here!” Haldir looked into his eyes, seemingly searching. A fire had started there, but it was not of the kind, the Galadhrim wanted. At least it was a beginning. “I doubt you to be able to go through with that, but it is nice to see, that there is at least a little bit of fire in you, my young princeling.”

With a small, but totally evil smile Haldir bowed his head towards Legolas chest. His tongue came out, slowly licking along the first cut from shoulder to thigh. The mirkwoodprince wanted to cry out, wanted to be repulsed, by what Haldir now did to him, but a shudder went through his whole body, leaving a trail of Goosebumps in its path. The smile of the Galadhrim became a grin, as he reached the end of the cut, and saw the reaction Legolas’ body gave him. Grinning Haldir looked up and again into the eyes of the prince. Warring emotions could be seen in those eyes. Legolas was screaming at his own treacherous body. Never could he like, what was being done to him! This was disgusting! It was! Wasn’t it?

“You just don’t know how good you taste, my lovely.” One finger trailed over the second cut, collecting a drop of Legolas’ blood. Haldir held the finger in front of the younger. Repulsed Legolas turned his head, trying to escape, what the Galadhrim surely wanted to do. One flip of the wrist, and Haldir held the deadly blade to Legolas throat. “My dear princeling, you will taste the power of your own blood.” The knife pressed just enough into the  soft flesh, to let Legolas know he was deadly serious. With no escape and his very life on the line, Legolas followed. He licked the blood from the Finger. The metallic taste of his own blood was in his mouth, as he stared darkly into Haldirs eyes.

“Don’t you taste it? You can taste the proud, age old past in your blood. Your fathers, and forefathers.” Deep Haldir bowed, licking the second trail of blood from hip to shoulder. As much as Legolas tried to suppress it, but the sensitive lick of that slightly rough tongue drew a tiny sigh from his lips. Hard he bit his lip, a defying gleam lit up his eyes. Haldirs head came up. “Ah, ah, my princeling. No way you can deny what your body just told me…” Legolas’ eyes burst into flames. “Nothing! Nothing my body has told…” Before Legolas could end his sentence, two flaming lips descended forcefully upon his.

The blade was still against his throat, but now pulled back a little. Haldir did not want to cut Legolas by accident. Since the mouth of the younger was slightly parted, because he had been talking, Haldir had no problem forcing his probing tongue between them. With a hunger, born from the taste, of Legolas powerful blood, the Galadhrim ravished the mouth of the prince. Still the taste of the blood was in both their mouth’, and Haldir moaned into the kiss. His tongue began to stroke Legolas, who at first tried to pull away, eyes wide open, screaming into the forced kiss. But the more passion Haldir poured into this caress, the more Legolas gave up the struggle. Slowly, but surely he surrendered to the Galadhrim.
As much as he wanted to deny it, there was just no way. What Haldir did to him, was the most exciting and arousing thing, Legolas had ever experienced. The older pulled away the Knife from Legolas throat, as he felt him slowly relaxing. With another circling of the blades, he rammed them above the head of the Prince deep into the bark of the tree, keeping them at the ready. Deepening the kiss even more, circling and caressing Legolas’ tongue, Haldir started to let his fingertips trail over the bare skin of the others breast. He drew out Legolas’ tongue, and led it into his own mouth, leaving himself open, to the tentative probing of the younger.

The more Legolas gave into Haldirs game, the more exciting it got. He felt himself grow hard, and yearning for more caresses. While his body was before straining to loosen the ropes to run away, now it was straining to get more contact, to feel more. He followed Haldirs tongue and tasted the other. The Galadhrim was just so powerful, truly intoxicating. The fingers running over his skin started fireworks in his blood. Then he felt them trail over his nipples. Legolas drew from the kiss, crying out in pure lust.

The shout from that sweet mouth was almost too much for Haldir. Dark lustful eyes searched Legolas’. “Now… now you’re beginning to understand…” The already useless cloth he now ripped to pieces, baring Legolas to his hips. “You are so beautiful. A worthy prince of our race, if you would just behave yourself like one…” He pushed his hands underneath Legolas arms and laid them on the shoulder blades, pulling the upper Body to him, crushing their hips together. His lips descended onto one nipple. Cool softness touched the burning skin of the prince’s breast. Instantly the skin grew hard with want, and Legolas gave a soft cry. “By Eru!”

Haldirs tongue came out, dancing on the tight nipple, circling the small peak.
One hand slowly crept from the shoulder blade down the back. It trailed the path of the spine, to the tight little ass. Yearningly Haldir grabbed the flesh, pulling Legolas even tighter to him. It was supposed to be just a lesson, from an elder. But Legolas was whirling his head now. When he had visited, always Haldir had watched him. He was one of the most beautiful of the race, that was sure, but never had Haldir realised how much he had wanted him to be his. Perhaps his so called lesson had just been a pretext. To have Legolas now here, reacting to him, wanting him, that was just driving him wild.
The prince strained in his bindings to come closer to Haldir. Moaning he shut his eyes, his head rolled against the tree, as the tongue of the Galadhrim sent lightning thundering through his body. A strong hand grabbed his behind, and he could feel the hard member of the other crushed against his. He began to wonder how it would feel, to have this warrior, to have Haldir, take him. The sting of his wounds was long forgotten, and all he could feel, were the hands and tongue of he Galadhrim. “By Elbereth, what are you doing to me?” Haldir looked up, and into the dark, fiery eyes of Legolas. “I am searching… searching for the true elf in you, the warrior, the prince. I can glimpse it in your eyes. Let it out Legolas. Step into your heritage.”

Haldir wanted to feel more of Legolas, so much more. But the time had not yet come. His hard shaft was straining against his pants, but he had to wait. Instead his hands now travelled over Legolas’ body. He caressed and teased both nipples, softly he nibbled at one peak. His hands wandered lower. One softly trailed over the front of Legolas pants, feeling the hard flesh just waiting to be freed. The prince was now panting hard. Watching Haldir's every move. “Yes… free me. I want to feel you… please…”

Instantly Haldirs hands left Legolas, as well as his lips. Wanting and yearning the prince strained again to come nearer to Haldir. He just stood there, shaking his head, looking at Legolas. “You are an elf, a prince. Legolas you do not beg, you make others beg! One look at you, should have them crawling, begging to touch you. Find that strength in you, it is in your very blood.” How?!? Legolas was bound, and could not understand what Haldir meant, all he knew was, that he wanted the other to touch him, take him, to give him the relief he now definitely needed. “I want to feel you! I am bound, what can I do, but beg?”

Again Haldir drew nearer, one hand came up, caressing his cheek. “You can order me… use the strength inside you, all the power of your heritage…” Softly his lips brushed the soft, full ones of Legolas. The prince drew a deep shuddering breath. If this was, what it took… “Touch me, Haldir! I want your hands all over my body. I want to feel your cool hand on my aching flesh.” At the first sentence his voice was slightly quivering, but by the last word, true power seemed to flow from him. Haldirs eyes lit up. Without another word, his hands strayed across the body. Stroking, touching, caressing, his lips trailing after the hands, busying themselves with the nipples.

Moaning and sighing Legolas seemed to drown in the caresses of Haldir. It was hard keeping a grip on reality, but he feared the other would again leave him, if he lost himself too much. “Lower! Touch me where I need it!” A small smile played across Haldirs features. Lower his hands wandered. Slowly they pulled the strings holding the pants in place. One hand crept into the tight space. Cool fingers stroked hot, yearning flesh. Legolas cried out, passion letting a stream of pure lava roll through his veins. “More. I want more… I want your soft lips around my hard cock!” Now Haldir was truly smiling. “As my Prince wishes…”

He dropped to his knees, pulling down Legolas pants. The hot, stiff member almost sprang into his face. Haldir looked up at Legolas, licking his lips. The prince just could not believe what was happening. When Haldir had tied him to this tree, he had almost believed this to be his end, now he was commanding the march warden like a mere love slave! His eyes burned down into Haldirs. The fingers of the Galadhrim had wrapped themselves around the hard cock, stroking it, making Legolas moan, and sigh, bending his body to feel even more. “Take me into your mouth… now.” Quite happily Haldir obeyed. One hand cradled the tight balls underneath, the other grabbed the hip, as his lips parted, to take the top of the hard shaft into his mouth. His tongue circled round the smooth skin, tipping at the very top, playing in the small dent there. Again Legolas cried out, pure ecstasy wrecking his body. He felt his knees grow weak, hard he lent against the supporting tree.

Slowly Haldirs lips went down the shaft taking all of the hot flesh into his mouth. Legolas wanted to bury his hands into that long blond hair, controlling the movements of those luscious lips. He could feel drops of pure lust escaping him. Haldirs mouth went up and down, setting a slow pace. As he tasted Legolas, a deep, muffled moan escaped him. This prince was the sweetest thing, he had ever tasted. He wanted him, badly. When he came up, his tongue was again teasing the tip of the shaft.

Thunder and lightning seemed to rage through Legolas’ body. He was almost unable to think. All he wanted now, was relief. But not this way. He needed this warrior to show him one more thing. “Free me!… and then… take me!” Haldir stopped instantly. He had not dared to still believe he would get the chance to do this. Fast as lightning he was up, pulling one knife from the tree. He cut the rope. Slowly, with glazed over eyes, Legolas dropped to the floor. With swift movements Haldir pulled of his clothe, searching in his pocket for the little flask of oil, he had taken along. Laying it to the ground near him, he pulled Legolas under him. As soon as their naked bodies touched, he moaned aloud.

“You just feel perfect, my prince.” Passionately he claimed the lips of the other. His hand roamed the skin, where their bodies did not meet. Sighing Legolas wrapped his arms around Haldir. It felt just right. His Lips opened yearningly to Haldirs tongue, meeting it with his own. Their bodies rubbed slightly together, again and again making their members meet. Fire rolled through both their veins. Legolas wrapped his legs around Haldirs hips. “I want to feel you… deep within me.” “As you wish my prince,” came the answer. Carefully Haldir rolled them both over. Legolas now on top of him, he took the flask, and poured a little of the oil into his hands.

Had Legolas not found his strength, he would not have taken the oil. He had let him now how it truly felt to be the whore he was acting like. But now, he was taking his time, preparing the prince. The oiled fingers slowly stroked into the hot crevice at Legolas ass. The elfprince moaned softly, bending himself to the touch. His hands stroked the body of the Galadhrim, giving a little back, of what he had already received. Carefully Haldirs finger stroked the tight entrance to Legolas pure heat. Slowly it gave way, and he pushed the finger softly inside. Another small cry escaped Legolas. “More… give me more….” Haldir smiled strained. “My dear prince… don’t be too hasty…”

The finger plunged deeply, and withdrew almost totally, just to plunge again. Moaning Legolas wriggled above him, rubbing their cocks together. This made it quite hard for Haldir to keep his senses. A second finger pushed into Legolas, who again cried out lustily. Every time they pushed inside, they made a scissoring motion, drawing deep moans from the panting Legolas. Haldir was hard put to keep up the preparing, when all he wanted was to push deep into this lovely body. A third finger pushed into Legolas. “Oh Eru! Stop it, Haldir! Take me!”

This order the Galadhrim just could not refuse to obey. He pulled the fingers from the younger, pulled up his legs. His Hands went to Legolas hips, and he pulled him on to his hard aching cock. Slowly he pushed into the Prince. A long, laboured sigh escaped him. “By Elbereth! You are so hot… so tight…” Legolas could not believe the mighty hardness driving deep into him. He had a hard time breathing. Now he was quite thankful, that Haldir had taken his time. “And you… you are so hard… and mighty…” Haldir did not move, as he was buried inside. He just looked into those fiery, passionate eyes. His hands stroked up the Body above him. Lovingly he caressed the cheeks.

“Now it is your turn. Do as you wish, with me.” It took a moment for Legolas to realise, what Haldir meant. The young elf laid his hands on Haldirs breast, and slowly sat up. He could feel the hard shaft dig even deeper into him. Both where moaning loudly at this sensation. Lightly Haldir lay his hands on Legolas hips, careful not to give any direction, leaving everything to the prince. Hands still on the broad chest, the mirkwoodprince slowly began to move his hips, in wide, circling motions. The feeling was incredible. Haldir bit his lower lip, moaning deeply. When Legolas had found his rhythm, the hands of the Galadhrim began to wander over the smooth skin.

In a slow pace, Legolas drove them both to unbelievable heights. Haldir could not believe what had happened here. He could not believe, that he was falling for this beautiful prince. But the strength he at last saw in him, which had made him surrender, made him smiling at the bound mirkwoodelf, draw him with incredible force. His proud heart was threatening to surrender to this beauty. With a small, lustful smile he rubbed the hard tips of Legolas nipples tightly between his fingers. This drove the other wild. Loudly moaning he began to rock hard on the hard spear inside of him. A wild ride peaking their feelings, stirring their passions. Pure ecstasy shone in both their eyes, with every move, sweat glistening on their bodies.

Haldirs fingers wrapped themselves around Legolas hard cock, stroking him in time to the wild movements of the elf. They were both near the edge. Crying out loud, the came only seconds apart. Hot, white flames shot through Legolas, as Haldirs seed poured into him, and he could not help himself, sending his own relief over the Galadhrims muscled chest. Panting and totally exhausted Legolas slowly came down to Haldir, who then wrapped his arms tightly around him. Sweet kisses the older rained onto face and shoulders of the prince. He rolled them onto their sides, pulling Legolas face to his chest.

Legolas was slightly shuddering. Never had he experienced anything like this. How could he have ever believed an Edain could measure up to this? Now he realised, that for the first time, from the beginning of the Fellowship, he had not thought about Aragorn. After Haldirs searing kiss, he had forgotten everything else. Always Aragorn had haunted his thoughts, but not with Haldir. “Thank you… I believe I understand now…” He snuggled up to the elder, wrapping his arms around him. Haldir stroked his hair, and smiled. “I know, I have felt it.” Carefully he touched Legolas ear. Softly he caressed it, letting one finger stroke up and down the side. Sighing Legolas pressed even closer.

After a while they both fell asleep. Letter that day, Haldir went to get Legolas new clothing. The following days, while the fellowship was still in Lorién, they met in the same clearing, making love. Legolas swore to return to Haldir, if and when the fellowship was successful. With a broad grin Haldir now watched Aragorn. As soon, as Legolas lost all interest in the Edain, Aragorn had felt it. Now he was the one lusting. On their long road, he might get a chance for a night or two with the prince, but his heart now belonged to Haldir. Legolas had found his strength, and for that the Galadhrim loved him, as well as Legolas loved him for showing him the true way, the way of the elf.

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