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 The Golden Hall of Meduseld rang with the sound of laughter and the clinking of cups as the people of Rohan celebrated their victory over Saruman's forces. A sense of relief had come over it's people when they returned from Helm's Deep to find most of their homes still in tact. In their rush to follow the refugees, the White Hand had forgone their usual pillage and destruction, sure that their quarry would never return to their city. Their underestimations would ensure that the people who dwelt under Theoden would survive the winter. For famine and cold can kill just as easily as a sword.

The banner of Rohan hung high in the hall, the white stallion running free across a fiend of green. And next to it, brought high above the hall in honor of those who fought and died at the side of men, was the blue starlight and golden glory of the Lothlorien standard. Elves and men had battled side by side against the orcish hoard, and it was these races who lifted cups together in celebration of such a victory.   
 
Someone might have warned the men of Rohan against getting in to drinking competitions with elves. But the pride of neither would back down, and to be fair, this was mead. elves had more of a head for wine. Camaraderie was champion here, and as men and elves did not often meet as they had ages ago, everyone had questions and wisdom to impart. 

Legolas thought he might die of laughter.   

“I erd...now tis only a rumor. But I erd none the less. That ya can tell the length of an elvish man's weapon, by the length a the point a his ears.” One of the warriors said, looking at the elf he sat with on the bench for some manner of confirmation.

“I have not heard this rumor. But as to my own experience, I can say I have never noticed any given correlation between the two.” The sylvan one responded, looking rather amused by such impertinence.

“Well...you could answer the question yerself...iffen you've a mind ta.” The man, clearly deep in his cups, blushed a bit asking, but it was clear that it was not merely curiosity which had led him to ask.

The elf smiled warmly. “I could not. For you see, I have no weapon for you to measure.”

The man blinked absently. “By the gods...yer female! Ya really can't tell the difference!”

Legolad shook his head and spied Haldir sipping gingerly at a goblet, not wanting to overdue things while he was in recovery. He swung an army around the man from behind, pulling himself in close for an arm to be wrapped about his shoulder. “The festivities will be going on well to dawn.”

“As they should. We have won a great victory here. Not just for the folk of Rohan, but the adversary will no longer have the power of Saruman to draw upon, nor a place outside of Mordor to forge his weapons of war. He is confined again to the borders of his shadowy realm.” Haldir reached back behind Legolas and squeezed his ass firmly, leaning down to press a kiss to his brow. 

“The battle is won, but I fear the war is yet to come.” He gazed up into those star blue eyes. “How long?”

Haldir's lips drew into a thin line. “The Lady has bid me return. Not to service but rather to rest in the glades of Lorien. I will heal regardless, but it will be hastened if I return to where her power holds the greatest sway. From there, I can not say where I shall be sent next. I have some thoughts on the matter, but I shall have to wait and see.”   
 
“We could do with your aid here. Rohan will need help reforming their battalion. Our victory was not without loss.” Legolas insisted, yet he felt a grip in his belly as well. “But I do not know where we will head next. I suspect we shall find ourselves in Gondor sooner or later. For that is where all this shall climb to glory or fall to darkness and death.”

Haldir clutched him tightly. “Legolas. My darling Legolas. I do not leave till morning.” He tucked his hand up into the younger elf's shirt. “I would have your company again before we must be parted once more. I would have your touch, your taste on my lips, so that I will think of it in the dark times yet to come and remember there are things in this world worth fighting for.”
 
Legolas sighed happily, a rich grin coming up on his face. “With me. Now.” He took hold the marchwarden's wrist and pulled him along. They were not the only ones with partners being drug about, looking for the solace of a room unoccupied. They spied many pairing off, men and elves alike, eager to celebrate surviving with something utterly physical and joyful.
 
They snuck out the back door into the blustery winds of the plains, laughing with one another as Legolas helped them find their way into the servants quarters, where no one had thought to come as of yet. Within was a soft bed of sable furs, and Legolas threw him down onto the pile with ample eagerness. “I brought a bottle of fine oils.” he said between the capturing of one another's lips. “I wish to be embrace by you, Haldir. I wish that we would...would rut with fervor in our blood!”

Haldir's rich laughter echoed and he nodded as they pulled at one another's clothing, leaving their bodies wonderfully bare. They cared not for the wind. Between the hearth fire burning, the furs and their desire, there was no cold for the two elves. “Aye. Yes. Yes I wish you to take me hard. But first, there is something I want from you.” He pushed Legolas back against the wall, leading a trail of kisses down his throat, over his chest, and working his way down the abdomen with lust in his eyes. 

“What thoughts are in your mind my love?” Legolas asked, but soon enough, he understood. Haldir's hand stroked along his cock, warming it fondly before he gave an impish smile and popped his lips up over the top, sucking down eagerly. “Oh my! I! Haldir!” he gasped and let loose with a half tipsy laughter, running his fingers happily through the golden blond hair. His fingers caught on the little silver hair decoration, and a flood of joy wrapped itself tightly about his heart, refusing to let go.   
 
There are moments so worthy of tears that they can not be called sorrowful. For Legolas, this was one of them.   
 
Haldir sucked down with wet, slow movements, clearly enjoying his treat with gusto. A hungry little slurp and his tongue flicked out along the underside, leaving a trail behind for him to follow back down. He worked the cock generously, watching as it grew to a full, proud erection. “Shall I take in more?” he asked in an almost innocent tone, batting his eyelashes up at his lover.

“If you can I would appreciate it greatly!” Legolas whispered, and watched with stunned amazement as Haldir took a deep breath and proceeded to lower his head down the entire length of the shaft. His eyes rolled up and he looked drunk more on bliss than wine, not ceasing till his nose met with his partner's pelvis. “Aye me!” 

Haldir gurlged in response, holding it down as his throat flexed and swallowed, creating a tight pressure about the prick. He drew himself back up slowly, looking down at the head and licking his lips at the sight of precum. “Yes. I wish for this.” He leaned down and lapped it up happily. “Legolas. Give me your taste.” He opened his mouth and swallowed the elf whole, down to the root of it as if he could not bare another moment without it present in his throat.
 
For all he was worth, Legolas was determined not to cum! Not yet, at any rate, He began to slick his fingers with oils and reached around, tucking two neatly into Haldir's tight ass. He was given a soft groan as the elf looked up at him, encouraging the motion. Slowly, with every intention of invoking pleasure, Legolas began to move them in and out, stretching the ring.

Haldir lifted his head. “Slowly at first. Ah me yes. Just like that.” He crooned, licking at the cock as he was worked open. “Spread your fingers wide, move them within me so I may be stretched right.” He leaned back and bit his lip, shuddering at the embrace. “Ah! Legolas! Ouh the sweetness of your touch!”

“It is yours whenever you wish for it.” He promised in return, moving as he was bidden. As much as he wished to have Haldir sucking along him, the time had come to push within and give them both the pleasure they sought. “How would you...?”

“On all fours.” Haldir insisted, tucking the fucks up under himself as he bent down, ass end high. He looked back over his shoulder with a cheeky grin that would charm a wolf! “You will go deeper this way, and rub against the budding heat within my body.” He pushed himself into a comfortable position and spread his knees wide, sinking back to give Legolas room to work. “You will need more oil.”

“As you wish, my love.” The elvish prince cooed and spread it generously upon the pink ring and his own aching cock. His fingers teased the entry once more, and the amorous groan that pulled from his lovers throat was inspiring. “Ready for me?” 

“Always.” Came the breathless response. “Slowly at first, let the stretch come. Ou!” He closed his eyes and gave a giddy, foolish look back. “I could live a thousand more years and never find so sweet a satisfaction as the first gripping pop of your prick within me, Legolas.”

“I could live longer and find nothing so delightful as your words while we lie together.” He returned and kissed along the strong, muscled back. Now he could see it, uncovered and unhampered by urgency or shadows. Haldir had spent many years in the service of his Lady. Her marchwarden, her warrior, and on occasion her clandestine spy-master. He had the marks to prove that this life was not an easy one. Yet each scar, pinkand knotted, only made him more regal to Legolas's eyes. 

“Deeper now. Ah! A little lower. Ouf! Ouh yes! Right...you must drag it in and out slowly at first.” Haldir instructed, looking fit for a good fuck. “Right as...ah! Ah you have the way of it now don't you?”

“I have not been idle you know.” Legolas responded with a grin. “And it is unfair to leave a bed partner unhappy. I would know every way there is to please you, my Haldir.” He began to pick up the pace as he was instructed, enthralled by the grip now pulsing along his shaft. Every thrust was like a hot tension, holding him within. As he withdrew he was given the pleasure of Haldir's long and low moans to inform him that he was indeed doing quite well. He lifted himself up and plunged deep when the time was right, and reached beneath then both to fondle Haldir's erection in time with his thrusts. 

They crooked into one another's bodies as if protecting themselves from the chill in the air. Entwined in golden hair, fur and elf flesh, there was nothing beyond the moment where their light joined and everything became a golden heat. Would it always be so wonderful? So blissful? Would there be times of peace where they could linger without guilt in one another's arms and spend hours prolonging their lovemaking instead of this wonderful, but brief exchange? They clung to the idea that there would be this in their future. They joined their bodies and their spirits reached out to one another, weaving the net of their connection tightly so that it might never fray. They could hear each others heart beat in their minds, feel it in their fingertips! Orgasm was the last thought on their minds. There was only the need to not let go for as long as they could.
 
Haldir lay there after, Legolas cradled in the crook of his arm, hand splayed out with possessive intentions across his chest. They could still hear the feasting going on in the great hall, but the clamor of it had died down a bit. “We should hurry back before we are missed.” Haldir said, but his tone carried that he did not really give a damn if anyone did miss them.

“Or we could retreat to the rooms given to us.”

“Your friends will not mind to come in and find us tangled together?” Haldir asked in surprise.

“Only if we are noisy. If we are asleep, I dare say they shall only find it all the more amusing that we have exhausted one another to such a point.” Legolas tugged at his chin and left a deep kiss upon his lips. “I will show you where we are when I can.”

“I will ride to you if I am permitted. Until then, I trust your steadfast friends to keep you safe, dear Legolas.”