Legolas and Haldir must keep their relationship a secret, but what happens when Legolas’ father decide that’s it time for him to marry and to produce an heir? The pair were in sharp contrast to one another. I do not know you, Haldir! Legolas succeeded in his fervent hunt as he stroked the tip of Haldir’s ear, evoking a powerless groan from the warrior. It was relaxing and tranquil, though danger could follow them at any moment. Genuine, desperate gratitude shone through where it would have been masked to anyone else. Everything seemed so incredibly overwhelming at the moment.
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Halfway in, Legolas’ muscles clenched around Haldir’s silky, halrir length, and Haldir leaned down and tenderly kissed him on the lips. Elven dreams can be rather strange and off-putting Category: Haldir had been very fortunate. The Marchwarden was internally mesmerised by the beauty of the other elf’s voice and he was forced to action, laughing himself.
Smiling in satisfaction from the sudden outburst, he removed his mouth from the nub and went to work on the other nipple, repeating the same torturous ministrations, only slower. He refused to give the captain anymore audible signs of his distress.
Legolas did not catch the underlining meaning of what was said.
It was a shame the creatures were so rare now that they could not create as formidable an army as was gathered in the First Alliance. Legolas could not reply and, even halrir he could, he would not have granted Haldir that satisfaction.
As he entered hearing range, he heard Haldir talking. Orophin briefly met the startling blue eyes and swallowed back a lump in his throat.
Why were they so insistent on this? You will not be able to, for long. It had taken some practice to read his so carefully concealed emotions. He had come from a different direction to Legolas to avoid suspicion and acted as if he had just happened upon the scene.
jaldir Legolas’ melodic voice rang with pleasant laughter, observing the shocked look in Haldir’s eyes as he came to realize that the younger elf had indeed knocked him off of his guard and was now straddling his chest.
He could not dwell on how this invasion affected him or just how far Haldir seemed to be willing to go; he had to get out of here and back to the Fellowship. Galadriel said nothing for she knew what was pleaguing her most trusted guard and what was troubling Legolas.
Legolas had a very good point — he never would have allowed things to go so far as they had, had he known of it from the start. It was all Legolas could do to suppress a gasp and a shudder, forcing his body’s reaction down as he pushed against the hands holding him in place and stood.
The blow to his temple shrouded his vision in darkness for a few seconds and he collapsed to the ground. Legolas dreaded that meeting. Somehow Haldir felt strangely disconnect to his beloved as if Legolas did not have the will to live. A knowing look spread forth from the captain’s eyes and he seemed almost perplexed by Legolas’s greeting. No matter what he had planned out, he would need to be truly insane for him to believe there no consequence for such an unspeakable crime.
They had left their weapons, after all. They were all ready making their way to the Mt. Haldir did not say anything, but stopped as Legolas moved forward and past him. He covered the distance between them in a bounding stride and crashed his fist into the side of Legolas’ head.
Did he honestly think he could get away with this without there being leolas repercussions? The Marchwarden’s head snapped to the side as he fell away from the prince, momentarily stunned. Haldir firmly held the elf still and yanked on Legolas’ hair again, tilting his head skyward so that it rested on his left shoulder, continuously dodging flying elbows the entire time. Rather, he enjoyed the feeling of grappling with his legolad kin and testing their strength. He was a prince and could figure this out.
His eyebrows met in a sharp line, a good resemblance to his adopted father, and his mouth tightened with fury.