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glassgulls · 1 year

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Fandom: Lord Of The Rings

Pairing: Haldir x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW do not interact if under 18. Sexual themes. Community label compliant.

Summary: Haldir returns from a patrol to readers open arms. Blatant smut with no plot whatsoever. Sorry Haldir fans.

Comments: Another product of my hyperfixation on Haldir. I've teased this a lot and I'm glad it's finally finished and out my brain now. @creativity-of-death I've finished mine now I'm looking forward to your own. 😉 If anyone would like to be added to my general tag list let me know. ♥️

Word count: 5, 106

NSFW UNDER 18'S DO NOT INTERACT

Haldir ran his fingers over your bare skin tracing the delicate skin over your ribs. Your whimpers of his name driving him on as the blood thundered in his ears. Pressing close to you he growled as you bared your neck to him so he could trail his lips over the sensitive flesh.

“Haldir.” You whined in need, making him chuckle against you.

“So impatient meleth nin.” His voice a low warm rumble as he continued to suck on your pulse. Moaning loudly you arch into his body that’s pinning you to the bed.

“I need you.” You breath out, raising your hands to grab at him, he’s still wearing the grey grab he wore as Marchwarden. He was not long back from his patrol, upon seeing you waiting with open arms and loving smiles the broad chested elf had been unable to resist you.

It was a common occurrence now with you, that careful and painful calm and collectiveness he had cultivated over decades in his position would snap in a moment with just a glance from you. It was a terrifying experience for him as Marchwarden to Lothlórien when he had first met you, he thought everything he was was wrapped up in that role. He was a protector of this land and older brother, almost to the point that it was difficult to see anything else outside of that.

Until you came along.

Under his bulkier frame you looped your arms around his neck to pull him against you. Your love and desire for him was insatiable. Though he was still uncomfortable with public displays of affection, alone your handsome elven lover couldn't keep his hands off you. Indeed when he had arrived at your flet after returning back from his patrol he had not hesitated to stride into your ecstatic embrace. Welcoming him home and gripping him close to you he was the one to initiate the heated kiss. Citing that he had missed you so while starting to walk you backwards towards your bedroom while stripping you bare.

His blood burned for you, in all these years alone, self isolation due to his responsibilities, Haldir had become convinced that he was incapable of feelings like this after all this time. But now, looking down at you spread before him and so accepting of him and all that entailed the ellon couldn’t imagine life without you, couldn’t comprehend being alone and not sharing his heart and soul with you.

“I love you.” You whispered to him, making his usual stoic expression slip into a stunning smile that shatters your world every time. Nothing is more beautiful to you. Those blue eyes boring into you, through you and setting your blood on fire.

“Meleth nin,” he says and cups your face seeing how your eyes are blown out with desire. Desire for him.

Leaning close he trails his lips across your own, then drifts along your cheekbones to your ear, nuzzling against you. “There will be no one but you for me." He promises and starts to nip at your ear savouring the way your breath hitches. Your hands are tugging at his clothes wanting his skin against your own now.

"I need you," you repeat, making him chuckle again. You were so needy for him that Haldir feels relieved that he wasn't the only one to feel this way. You were just more vocal about it. He sits up and watches you try to rip off his grey robe. When you scoot closer and start to straddle his thighs his laughter dies in his throat as you brush against his blatant erection. A shudder runs through him and seeing the reaction you lean up and suck on his lower lip. His own hands start to help you and the way you tremble against him makes the ellon feel dizzy.

"Haldir I swear I'll start screaming soon." You mutter against his lips. He only hums and kisses you ravenously, his fingers making quick work of the laces and straps of his clothing. Your hands slip under the clothing and both break apart to tug the cloak and tunic off.

Feeling your bare skin against his chest he groans softly.

"I ache for you meleth nin." He confesses and he swears he can feel the flutter of your heart against your ribs, you're pressed so close to him. Haldir watches you as you bite your lip, look down and with a hurried and impatient breath start on the lacing of his trousers. Glancing up at him you see Haldir watch you, he grins again as you lunge at him to kiss him hungrily. It's not an elegant kiss but it's beautiful to him in how it is utter demanding.

Again his own hands help with the untying as you busy yourself cupping his jaw and kissing and biting his lips. As soon as his hard on hits the cool afternoon air the Marchwarden hisses. You pull back and Haldir can't help but marvel at how breathtaking you look with kiss swollen lips and near feral gaze. Whispering your name Haldir watches as you lick your palm before reaching for his erection. The Marchwarden barely recognises the strangled groan that comes from him as you run your slick hand over his dick carefully. Gathering the leaking beads of precum at the tip you gaze reverently and start to give testing strokes.

The blond ellon reaches up and palms your breasts with the same devotion. Marvelling at how perfectly they fit in his grasp, like you were created to complement each other. Leaning towards you Haldir nuzzles your neck again while pinching your nipples savouring the way you gasp.

With your free hand that's not around his hard dick you push him onto his back. Trailing your hand down his chest to trace his defined abs. You help him pull his trousers down and toe off his boots. Lying there finally naked Haldir regards you under his blond eyelashes, that cool, control mask back on his face. Leaning over him, you place a lingering kiss above where his heart beats frantically despite his expression.

Your gaze flick up to meet his, eyes nearly black with how wide your pupils are with lust and he’s surprised he’s still physically able to blush considering all his blood has rushed to his groin. Slowly you drag yourself up his torso kissing and sucking on his skin, chasing along battle scars that have been hard won.

As you reach the hollow of his throat he lifts his head back for you to have access and stares at the ceiling trying to gain back some self composure otherwise this will end all too quickly. It’s entirely his own fault, being away from you on patrol has frayed his nerves. His desire and lust dissolving the Marchwardens famous composure. You make him feel young and entirely vulnerable which is both exhilarating and terrifying.

Your face looms into his field of vision and you nuzzle at his jaw.

“Marchwarden,” You purr indecently and Haldir groans, breathing harshly through his nose. “Take pity on me and let me love you sir,” Your voice is like honey, the words making his resolve disappear at the title “You will won’t you?” You continue kissing his lips softly and nipping at them. Haldir grunts an affirmative as he grasps at your jaw kissing you back and flicking his tongue out against your own. You pull back and grasp his chin so he looks at you before gazing at him.

“Let me show you how I worship you, how my thoughts are always filled with you.” Your voice is barely unrecognisable with the raw desire that torments you.

“Show me.” Haldir commands, watching how your eyes burn and a wicked smile on your pouting lips. In a blink you crawl down his body nipping and biting at him leaving little marks on his perfect skin. As you go lower your fingers trail along his knees, then thighs in a maddening whisper, you trace words of love below his navel and suck a little bruising mark on his hip. Your hand starts to slowly pump his dick again, savouring the burning heat of his flesh. Pausing, you look at your lover.

“Watch me my Marchwarden.” You whisper then keeping full eye contact swallow the head of his cock. Haldir hisses out a soft curse as you try and suck more of his large dick into your eager mouth. He’s large, not only in length but girth also which always makes your lips pinch with the stretch. The ellon’s fingers are already in your hair sweeping it out of your face so he can watch you clearly. The urge to snap his hips up into your drooling mouth is taking the last of his self control. Grunting your name he watches awe struck as you slowly start to bob your head down his length, hollowing your cheeks to create a blissful suction. Humming wantonly around him makes him groan loudly and he grabs at the bed covers below him to ground himself. His hips roll gently in time with your ministrations and you sink lower onto him. Tears springing at your eyes as his cock hits the back of your throat. You try to relax your throat and swallow around him.

“Meleth nin,” He gasps out, his blue eyes burning into yours and he’s watching in rapture. You continue to please him, keeping your gaze on him as much as possible through the watery mist. When pulling back to gasp for air you continue with your hands to keep up the pace. Haldir nearly chokes on his own tongue when you lick at his balls, carefully sucking and playing with them. His fingers tangle in your hair as he moans out praises to you.

“You are so perfect,” He utters and his hips are thrusting at a lazy pace with your fist. “Not even in my dreams are you this beautiful.” He murmurs. When you shiver at his praise you lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock and suck on the head, humming happily around him.

The sounds of your gagging and excited moans makes Haldir grunt loudly, spurring him on to run his fingers through your hair tugging gently.

"Come to me meleth nin." He orders you. Releasing his cock from your mouth you give the tip a chaste kiss. The sheer contrast of such an innocent gesture in a lewd way sends delicious shivers through the ellon. He pushes himself up and pulls you up to him kissing you as he repositions you both of your bed. He can taste himself on your tongue as he licks into your mouth chasing the whimpers that escape you. Lying down on the pillow the Marchwarden holds you close, kissing your neck making you keen in delight.

"Now it's my turn," He purrs against your ear letting his fingers trace your spine. Shivering in bliss you can't help the mewl of his name. Haldir tugs you further up ordering you to kneel on the pillows hands on the wall. With the gorgeous ellon between your thighs and you can't help but blush even now as you fully expose yourself to his eager eyes.

"So wet for me my darling", he breathes, the puff of air ticking your sopping cunt, his hands circling your thighs. "Look at me."

You look down to see his impossibly blue eyes connect with your own making you tremble. Haldir lets his nose nuzzle against your mound inhaling your scent and a low groan rumbles through him.

"Haldir," You stutter out shyly, he was so close to where you needed him.

"Let me quench my thirst." He mutters seductively as his hands tug on your thighs pulling you to him. As you gaze at him Haldir makes a show of opening his mouth and takes one long swipe of his tongue from cunt to clit, causing your whole body to convulse as you cry out.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh enough to leave bruises and you know you'll wear them in private with pride. Haldir's strength ensures you can't move as you are now seated on his face as he devours you. Sharp cries and whimpers roll out of you as Haldir flicks his tongue through your soaked folds tasting and sucking at you. Your hips start to roll softly in time with his mouth and the room fills with the lewd wet sounds.

Keeping your eyes on your lover below you don't bother hiding your moans and cries of his name. You know that Haldir thrills at that, hearing his name uttered in such a ravaged way by your lips. He rewards you with a wet suck on your clit that makes your eyes roll in your head.

Your hands fly out to steady yourself on the wall above the bed as you look down to see the look in Haldir's piercing gaze. Oceans of blue eclipsed by pupils blown wide in wanton lust. Lifetimes of desire rolling out to consume you and drag you under in that forever blue. You welcome it, breath ragged and frantic to dive in and drown in those eyes.

A whiny whimper crawls through your teeth as Haldir adds one finger into your tight heat. You buck your hips against the intrusion desperate for friction. The sounds of your body's desire are loud and lewd in the still air.

Haldir keeps up a steady slow pace to whip you up into a feral mess. His name spilling from your lips in a torturous plea as he introduces another finger and then another which has you clawing at the wall as you writhe in ecstasy. When you gasp out how close you are, Haldir doubles his efforts, thrusting his fingers in a pounding pace while he alternates whispering praises and sucking on your clit that has tears springing to your eyes.

Looking up at you Haldir takes in the sight of you completely unravelled, sweat glistened skin that he aches to taste. His long fingers revel in the feel of your thigh muscles frantically twitching and roil as you use him to hunt your release. Those long nights away from you had been filled with thoughts and dreams of you like this. One who was always giving everything they had to him to make him happy. Now it was his turn to do so, he curled his tongue around the fingers fucking you at steady pace to ravenously chase the arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Haldir," you cry, your voice wavering in the afternoon air. The tight cord within is stung taught at his heavy pace. The crest of your climax licks up your spine as your whole body freezes as the wave hits you. His name is choked out as you claw at the wall you try to find purchase as the hot bliss hits you over and over again. Haldir keeps tempo with you as you ride out your release, his clever mouth alternating between sweet praise and lapping up your juices. Resting your forehead on the wall in front of you you gasp ragged breaths twitching as Haldir's mouth continues to lick and suck on your cunt and thighs that borders on over stimulation.

Whining softly you open your eyes to see the smirk in his gaze which you try to throw back but your whole body feels like water. His hands run up and down your thighs soothingly and with the grace of a newborn deer you swing your leg over so you can lie down next to him.

You feel his gaze on you and turning to the side you see the evidence of your climax glistening over his mouth and chin and you’ve never seen Haldir look so smug. His hair is dishevelled and falls loose over his shoulders as the ellon leans over you and you can’t think of anything that could compare to his glory.

Despite the hot flush of your body the touch of your fingers are cool to his burning skin as the Marchwarden chases the sensation and leans into your caress to his face. With your free hand you slide it up his arm to then drag your nails back down, throwing him a smug grin when Haldir shivers.

Biting on your bottom lips you can’t help but glance down and let out a breathy gasp at the sight of Haldir's cock sitting heavy and proud against his stomach. His skin is sticky with prespend and it’s all thanks to you. Your mouth waters at the thought and all you want is to taste him again. Swallow him down as much as he will let you and you’ll be thankful to Eru that you are blessed to do so.

Blond lashes flutter as Haldir's gaze follows your own and seems to be able to read your thoughts. Moving over you you let your hand on his arm skim up to rest on his shoulder so you can feel the bunched coil of his built body slowly drape over you and settle between your waiting parted thighs.

The heavy weight of his muscular body presses you in the bed as he leans on his arms to stare down at you.

“Bain.” He breathes reverently. Despite the situation you can’t help the heat settle in your cheeks.

“I’m not beautiful Haldir, I look a mess.” You laugh softly wiping your sweat slicked hair from your forehead. The blond elf blinks slowly and leans down to nuzzle his nose against your temple before pulling back to kiss you softly.

He knows you’ll never believe him when he tells you how beautiful you are like this. Naked and wrecked under him, letting him ruin you completely and be allowed to witness how utterly transcendent you are while open and vulnerable. It’s a gift he still doesn’t quite understand how he’s earned but he will fight to the death to protect it. To protect you and give you anything that you ask for.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you let your feet caress his thighs for a moment.

“Haldir,” You whisper against his mouth as you nip at his bottom lip. “I’ve been empty without you please.” The hushed confession seems to bring him out of his thoughts and you both shudder as his slick erection slides against your stomach.

“Le melin.” He rasps out, desperate for you.

"I love you too." You whisper while letting your hands wrap around his neck. As you let one hand freely tangle in his golden hair. His braids holding his hair back, now loose thanks to your actions, let his hair tumble down around you both. Letting your gaze flick over him he looks wild and untamed, the control of his duties forgotten in the pleasure of your connection. Haldir’s gaze is intense and pinpointed on you, the whole world outside forgotten as the two of you are the only ones in your contained universe.

There’s an empty ache inside of you that is desperate for Haldir to fill. Reaching up you cup his face and kiss him with a sizzling hunger that he returns eagerly.

“Take me Marchwarden,” You order him before there is a clash of teeth and tongue between you, a low growl from him answers you. Holding his jaw you see the feral look in his eye as you softly suck on his bottom lip a moment before whispering. “Make me yours Haldir.” Your voice now takes a keening plea to it. The blue of his eyes go dark at your words as he quickly notches his hard cock at your slick entrance. His eyes find yours again as he slowly enters you, making you arch your back and scramble at his shoulders.

There’s always a stretch that accompanies Haldir's ample sized hard dick entering you despite the careful foreplay, the time apart always exasperates it.

Haldir can never look away as he takes you like this, the glassy look that enters your eye as you mouth opens in a silent “o” to take in air. The Marchwardens breath is haggard and harsh through his nose as your tight heat envelopes him, drawing him deeper. He can only grunt your name as he rests his forehead against your own.

You gasp Haldir's name in a way that borders animalistic as your nails claw desperately at his back. Gazing up at your lover you find him watching you still in that unblinking way that should border on unsettling but it only fills you with ease as you know your possessive look matches his own.

As he continues to ease his way into you you can feel the bunched mass of muscle of his shoulders as he holds himself in check. Knowing that he’s having to stop himself from losing complete control with you. Every inch that pushes into you makes you whine at the stretch, the delicious throb as Haldir’s cock nudges into you. You know you’ll feel him for days after this but can’t help yourself.

The groan that rattles out of him as he finally bottoms out in you vibrates through you both as you gasp for breath and bury your face into his neck. There’s a sheen of sweat across his skin, a taste of salt and dirt from his patrol as you flick your tongue out and take a long swipe along his neck and collar bone. His breath catches and Haldir mutters something particularly filthy in his own tongue that makes you giggle.

Pulling him close you nuzzle at his ear and nip at the lobe.

“Welcome home.” You purr in his ear and can't help the wicked grin as Haldir shivers when you punctuate the word by clenching around his hard cock in you.

Haldir rolls his hips once to test your adjustment to him, he knows he’s more than a little well endowed and the fear that he may hurt you is always in the back of his mind. Even now as you cling to him Haldir is conscious of you, your body a safe harbour for him to return to and become whole again. Your words in his ear stir up the fire in his veins. He knows the double meaning of your welcome home. As being one with you like this, connecting as one, is his home.

Haldir can feel the grin against his ear and repays you with a shallow thrust that makes you fall back on the bed and moan loudly.

Blunt nails drag along his shoulder blades and knowing he’ll have your marks on him fills Haldir with a carnal possessory. He gives another thrust and watches in awe as you arch your back again and let out a ragged call of his name. Over and over he draws in and out of you making you squirm and mewl under him. His breath comes quick as he sets a hard pace making sure to hit deep inside you.

Arching your back Haldir hits the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll white at the bolt of pleasure. He leans down and kisses your neck, sucking and worrying the delicate skin at his pulse point. At your whine Haldir runs his tongue over the blooming mark to soothe it. He can feel each shuddering breath that leaves you as Haldir continues a plunging beat, the wet sounds of your bodies coming together sits in the air.

Leaning back Haldir disentangles your leg from his waist so he can lift them higher and hook them over his shoulders. At this angle Haldir is able to slide deeper than you thought possible. Clutching at the bed cover beneath you all you can do is shriek Haldir's name.

“Eru don’t stop!” You plead savouring the fact that he’s finally let go of that control he’s always under.

“Look at me.” Haldir commands and your eyes snap open. “Bain,” He repeats and gives a particular heavy thrust that punches the air from your lungs as your whole body jolts.

“Bain!” He growls loudly watching as your breasts jiggle with each powerful thrust.

“Haldir.” You call and feel your eyes prick with tears, you feel full, the pleasure overwhelming.

“Le melin,” He calls out as he grinds his hips into you. “You take me so well meleth nin.” Haldir praises you in a low throaty tone.

He marvels at the way the sheen of sweat makes you glow in the late afternoon sun, draped in gold hues as you lie under him at his mercy. Your eyes always so bright and full of unbridled adoration for him were distant and lost in a haze of rapturous lust. Gripping your thighs closer to him he picks up the pace as he feels the oncoming wave of his own release but first he needs to feel you, see you come again.

“Touch yourself meleth nin, I need to feel you come around me,” He sees your eyes focus and with a heavy hand release the bed cover to snake a hand down your body. Haldir blinks with his blond lashes, the sweat dripping down his forehead away. Nothing can get in the way of this view. The hiss you release as you start to circle your clit in time with his thrusts is mesmerising.

“Haldir, I’m so close.” You wail and Haldir moves your legs up straight tilting your hips back as your wail tails off into a howl at the steep angle. You didn’t think he could get deeper but Eru you don’t think you’ll ever not feel complete again without him inside you like this.

“That’s it meleth nin, let go.” He calls softly and watches in rapture as your whole body freezes up under him, your free hand in the covers twists the material beneath your grip as you gasp for air and only struggle out a strangled groan.

Haldir drops your legs and lies flat against you as your walls convulse and flutter around his dick. Your legs wrap instinctively around his hips and lock at the ankles to keep him there as he grinds in deep to chase his own climax, crashing his mouth against your own Haldir licks the inside of your mouth as you whimper softly. The punishing tempo of his thrusts boarders on over stimulation and you squirm in his grasp as another wave of an orgasim hit you.

Swearing loudly you cling to your lover as he ground out your name between slams of his hips. The headboard rattled against the wall loudly but you couldn’t comprehend trying to have the mind to wonder if anyone could hear you both.

Haldir buries his face in your neck as his body loses rhythm, his thrusts become erratic as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Fill me meleth nin,” You coo with a hoarse voice. Haldir grunts softly and wraps his arms under your back to pull you tight against him. With a shuddering final thrust you feel Haldir’s hot release flood you. The heady groan that erupted from you both shattering the air around you. Clinging to Haldir you savoured the slowing grinding thrusts of his body as he fills you deep with his cum.

His pants echoed your own as Haldir’s breath whispered against your sweat soaked skin. Letting out soft groans Haldir swivelled his hips to grind them against you and you can feel the mixture of both your releases trickle down your thighs. Haldir nuzzles against your neck humming soft words of adoration into your skin as you run your fingers through his long hair.

After a while of basking in each other's embrace Haldir pulls carefully out of you and rolls on to his back beside you. Throwing an arm over your eyes you can’t help the tired smile tugging at your lips. Exhaustion is creeping into your bones and you should really get up to clean yourself down but you’re enjoying the feeling of being thoroughly fucked by the love of your life. Haldir leans over you to kiss your lips softly before pulling back and you feel the bed shift as he gets up. Peeking open an eye you marvel at his naked retreating back and the light swagger as he stalks into the adjoining bathroom.

Letting your eyes flutter close again you hear the soft sound of water and then the tread of Haldir return to the room.

There is a heavy pause in his movements that make you peek from under your arm to see him leaning in the doorway to the bedroom watching you. Standing completely naked, hair tousled and sweat now cooling on his skin you’ve never seen him look more handsome. You throw him a tired smile with which he gives you a cocky smirk knowing how much he’s wrecked you.

“You don’t have to look so smug Marchwarden.” You throw at him and let your arm flop over your eyes again. You can hear his light laugh as he returns to the bed again, the dip below you alerts you to his position.

Opening your eyes you see him prowl up towards you and if you weren't so severely blissed out and exhausted you’d feel inclined to another round but the heavy sleep tugging at your eyes is too powerful. The cold brush of cloth against your inner thighs makes you jump and hiss at the touch though and you lean up slightly to see Haldir wiping down your inner thighs.

He carefully lifts your legs with a loving caress and cleans you up before placing a chaste kiss to your stomach. Looking up at you he takes your breath away with the adoring look in those gorgeous blue eyes. Opening up your arms you call to him to which he readily submits to after dropping the cloth on the ground by the bed.

After settling down together you curl up next to Haldir as he flings an arm around you to hold you close to his chest. Letting your head rest on his shoulder you can feel the ellons soft breathing, kissing the skin there you can see his lips twitch into a smile.

“Welcome home again, Haldir.” You whisper. After a heart beat you feel Haldir roll you both onto your side, your own body starting to protest after the strenuous acts of before. He tucks you into his side as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“It’s good to be home meleth nin.” He answers softly.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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ʚ Pairing: Haldir x Fem. Reader

ʚ Summary: Haldir had been away, helping Aragorn and the Rohirrim in the battle for Helm’s Deep. He’s finally returned to you and can’t wait till the two of you are alone.

ʚ Themes: Soft | Smut

ʚ Warnings: Explicit content of a sexual nature | Coarse language

Minors DNI.

This bedroom was a haven of peace, even as it moved slightly every time a heavy breeze moved past the trees.

The ceiling was a pretty deep shade of blue, with tiny gold lines and specks, all of the stars, planets, and constellations. At night, in the darkness and with nothing but the weak light of a full moon to light up the room, those specks and lines glowed like little suns. Every time you saw them, you felt your breath catch.

But right now, it was the elf pinning you to the wall who was robbing you of breath.

Haldir had been away for months, helping Aragorn and the Rohirrim hold Helms Deep. As soon as he came back, he came straight home to you and pulled you to the bedroom. He wasted no time, simply ripping your clothes right off you and pinning you to the wall, his mouth crushing yours, desperate and hungry. "I missed you, meleth," he moaned and nipped on your lower lip. "I missed you so fucking much."

Anticipation grew as your body melded to his. "Meleth," you exclaimed as he moved his mouth to your neck, his tongue gliding over your skin, his teeth bruising the hollow between your collarbones. Your fingers found their way to your hair as your need for him grew. If he didn’t take you to bed, you would have pushed him to it. "I missed you too."

That was all he needed to hear. "Good." He carried you to bed, placing you down on the pelts before he made quick work of undressing himself. "Because I’m going to show you how much I missed you."

His lips were on yours before you could take another breath. His tongue flicked softly until your lips parted for it, your breath mingling with his as a wave of heat wrapped around your neck. That was his hand, gripping gently, holding your neck steady. His kisses were deep, sinful, silencing your moans when his mouth opened over yours. The grip on your neck loosened and his hand went lower, to glide over your breasts. "Do you like this?" Haldir caressed first, before squeezing harder and drawing out a moan from you. "Or do you prefer this?"

He squeezed again, making your breath hitch, your back arch. "I think I have my answer," he breathed softly, grasping your chin and tilting up, his tongue dipping into your mouth every time he squeezed a little harder. The pain made your hips lift instinctively, and his name left your lips like a soft breath. Haldir, you heard yourself say. Don’t stop.

Haldir grinned into his kiss, his body slowly surrendering to the wildness growing within him. He propped himself up on his free elbow, hovering over you. His other hand went lower, gliding over the trembling muscles of your stomach before going even lower. You gasped when a finger circled your clit, and Haldir pulled his face away just far enough every time you reached up to kiss him. He wanted to watch, he said, and you heard a soft groan when you closed your eyes in surrender. He dipped his head, whispering in your ear, "I dreamed of this, of all the things I was going to do to you when I came back."

You felt his breath on your cheek, his tongue skimming the shell of your ear. Your pulse picked up a beat when that finger pushed past the folds of your clit and buried itself inside. "Really?" Your words came out almost like a challenge as if to goad him. "But with only one finger?"

Haldir grinned, ear to ear, as one finger became three. "Is this fucking better?" His fingers created a steady rhythm, pushing themselves as deep as they could go. Your body trembled. Your breath came out in ragged huffs as those fingers spread and stretched your walls, growing slicker with every second. "Tell me, y/n," Haldir rasped, "is this fucking better?"

Your fingers gripped at the pelts beneath you as if holding on for dear life. Jolt after jolt went up your spine when he pushed in harder and faster, his touch pulling out all sorts of moans and pleas from you. "Answer me, y/n." He rasped and lowered his head. "Answer me or I will not go beyond th--" His teeth biting down on your neck reduced your bones to water.

"YesYesYes!" You cried out this time. "This is so much better!"

Haldir chuckled softly before pulling his fingers out one by one. "That’s good." He pressed his lips on yours, his hand stroking your thigh. You hooked your legs around his waist without even a second thought when the pressure of his body came to bear down on your own. "Good girl," he purred warmly, his eyes hazy and darkened by lust. Haldir hovered over you, saying he wanted to watch you again as he slid his cock inside you. You barely get the chance to think when his cock sank into your wet slit, making you gasp and grab onto his arms. "Soaking wet already," he hummed against your neck, his chest rumbling when you mewled. Haldir’s laugh was soft and breathy, warming your already heated skin even more. "You really are a good girl."

You felt him stretch your walls, and you whined as he took his own time by going inch by glorious inch. It had been long, too long, since he last took you like this, and it made you ache. "Am I hurting you, meleth?" Haldir held himself back, just a tad, in case you wanted to slow down or stop. You shake your head, say no, and he starts again, this time with shallow, gentle thrusts.

It felt so good to you, feeling him move inside you. You find yourself being pushed deeper and deeper into the bed as Haldir fucked you harder and faster, making your mind go hazy and your fingers dig into his skin. "H-Haldir," you moan.

Haldir lifted your hips to go in deeper, his breath coming out in quick gasps. "Say my name, starlight, say my name."

You said it, letting it out like a soft breath. Hearing his name in your voice was the most beautiful thing in the world to Haldir. He lived to hear you say it, to hear you whimper and plead, while your wet walls clenched around his cock and pulled him in deeper than ever. By now, your hands were raking down his arms, leaving little scratches. His hips slammed into you, taking you closer and closer until your muscles pulsed and snapped like a coil, your cries filling the room as you came. "I’m not done." Haldir lifted your hips even more, determined to finish in you. "I’m far from fucking done."

It grew even more intense. He continued to fuck you while you came, this time not stopping till his own body shattered and a hoarse cry leaped from his throat. You could feel him throb as his seed spilled inside you, your own body still trembling from the two of your sharing pleasures. Everything grew muddled and hazy for a while, and you felt the mattress sink when Haldir collapsed next to you.

Slowly, your eyes blinked, and the world came into focus again. The room felt hot despite the cold air. Little beads of sweat formed over your skin, a callused hand moved over to rest on your belly. "Meleth," you breathed. "I’m happy that you’re back."

Haldir moved closer, taking you into the crook of his arm. "I’m happy to be back, meleth."

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Can I ask you how would elrond lindir haldir legolas and thranduil react if there love tried to ride them but the poor girl just doesn't have the strength to get them to come and it makes her feel so bad she cries and hides her face in there chest embarrassed and upset.

Hi love, thanks for the question. Just one thing to note, I don't write for Legolas and Thranduil, so only the other three with be written. First characterizing Haldir and Lindir in more in-depth writing.

They would sympathize with you at first since this was your first time sitting atop them. You've never ridden them before so this was all new and tricky because more than every session, you were beneath them. Holding you close to their chest as you collapsed and cried, soft coos and gentle strokes of your hair would be done to help calm you, "It's alright, it's alright meleth. Please don't cry. I'm not displeased my rose, it happens at times." They are doing all that they can to ease your embarrassment. They are the type to show you how to ride them, gently gripping your waist and moving you along their cock while whispering how good you're doing, "That's it meleth, just like that. You feel so good riding my cock. Keep that up and you'll make me cum."

– HALDIR, Elrond

Taken aback by your outcry and flopping to their chest, they were frozen at the mid-crisis you were experiencing. Not sure what was taking place, the most they could do was comforted you with soft touches and words of reassurance until you eased up and explained the situation. "Oh, my sweet darling, I'm not angry at your attempts. I wasn't aware of how involved you were with granting me pleasure, but perhaps allow me to return that kindness to you." They would suggest letting them top for this session and another time would be spent teaching you since you were distraught. "Worry not sweet one, in time you shall give me wonderous pleasure all on your own."

– ELROND, Lindir

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 172- Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Summary: Rahl suffers the karma of a wicked silverbane trip that holds familiar faces, but only one is real. Best friends once of light ironically unite as allies of the dark. Leeanduil reacts to her mother's changes. Some playtime almost turns deadly as Josie's hypersensitive rage "snowballs". Legolas safeguards Lola, but not from Josie. Haldir's magic is needed again. Jo learns the past truths and her reaction is predominantly as Haldir had presumed it would be. Haldir takes control of an undisclosed plan after she turns on him. Garrett goes on a Jim Morrison trip and it's quite lucid. An old feathered friend soon comes in his time of need.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, nightmares, smut, sexual language, death, graphic depictions, blood and gore, violence,

Chapter characters: Rahl, Narcisse, Julian, Josie, Legolas, Lola, Leeanduil, random warlocks, Haldir, Josselyn, Bash, Garrett, Sarah, Ryan, Rosie, Freddy the crow,

Chapter word count: 11,797

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"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Rahl screamed from the cockroach infested grave that the silverbane poisoning had tossed him into and as the petrified warlock awoke from that nightmare, he found himself much deeper than 6 feet under as he delved into the abyss of another one.

"Wake up Rahl." a familiar voice deeply commanded.

Naked as the day he was born, he awoke in perdition and fearfully laid alongside a feces filled cluster of ailing and wailing sinners, all being cooked alive in the burning bowels of hellfire and brimstone....and now it was his turn.

As evil as Darken Rahl was, even he feared Hell and the one who ruled it, the Keeper of eternal damnation, the notorious angelic demon of many names better known as Satan himself, but it wasn't Lucifer who greeted him, for it wasn't really Hell. It was Stephane's special rendition of it, his chain bound iron box accommodated solely for domesticating Rahl. In Rahl's misapprehended mind though, Stephane WAS bad old Beelzebub and just like in the grave, Stephane's voice teased and taunted him from the darkness above.

"Welcome back Lord Rahl. They always say a third time's a charm. I've kept your soiled bed nice and warm for you as you can see, or maybe I should say...feel?"

"NO! No...let me out of here Master. This is a mistake. I am not supposed to be here! Not again. Not again!"

The voice echoed in thunderous laughter. "Yes, I am the true Master, aren't I? I was so very certain this was just your style. Surely, with all you have done, you didn't think you would see the pearly gates now did you? What goes around always comes back around. I would agree that you are right where you belong for locking me away. A taste of your own medicine indeed. Sorry, not sorry though, that there's no sugar to help wash it down."

"Yes...yes there is. Josephine!! Help me!!"

"Oh she is sweet alright, but not for you. She is only sweet for Stephane....which that would be ME. The one speaking to you right now. There is only one soul to one body and the meat suit you're loitering in belongs to ME."

"But I am you!!! I am Stephane Narcisse!!"

"How ironic. That is not whom you claim to be up above? YOU are Darken Rahl, which, by the way, does not even exist. You are the creation of a broken mind...and this....is your destiny. You can't fight fate."

Another voice was then heard. Your voice. "Stephane! Stephane, where are you??!!"

Rahl gazed up into the empty black space and he formed a hopeful smile.

"Wake up!!!" your voice shouted.

Startled awake from your command, a dream within another dream was entered, a mystical and quite erotic dreamscape per se in which he did not want to wake from....at first.

As Rahl's dilated blues moved about his dark surroundings, he found himself in two states of nature. One being that he was still in the nude and the other was the forest. Sighing in relief to be free of the nether regions, he closed his eyes and arched his head back to bathe in the illuminating shower of the full moon. The sigh soon became a surprised inhale as you spoke his name and stroked his face.

"Rahl. Lay back down and cuddle with me. I'm cold."

He turned and gazed into your also dilated eyes. So dilated that he saw his reflection, but it wasn't his. It was Stephane's....glaring back at him with warning. As Rahl fluttered his eyes to regain focus, Stephane's image faded.

"J..Josephine? How...you're really here?"

You traced his bottom lip with your thumb and giggled as you

"Of course I am silly? Did you think I was going to ding dong ditch? I want more of you. Come warm me up again."

As your hand slithered down over his solid aroused pecks, his hand swiftly grabbed yours.

"You don't want me. You want Stephane."

"What? Was it not your name that I was screaming earlier as I unraveled all over your cock...more than once?"

"N...No..I...I don't remember. This...this cannot be real. You're not real."

"Rahl...my love. I am very real. I am your Queen now, just as you wanted. Let me show you again that it is you and only you that I desire."

Rahl submitted and released your hand, allowing you to straddle him and take his mouth fully into yours.

"Mmmm. Do you believe me now?"

Rahl smiled and grinded his solid heat against your clit.

"It is definitely a start, but I think I need more convincing."

Your hand gripped his long girth and guided him inside of you. Rahl could not withhold the gasp that was forced from him as your wetness permitted you to slide clear to his base. Slowly, your bodies began to rock and roll as one and then faster and faster Rahl pumped as the wild cat inside of him was brought forth.

"Ah fuck...fuck Josephine....I...I can't stop myself...you...you have to get up."

"No...Come inside of me this time. I want, I need to feel you."

"I...I can't! You know what will happen. It will heal you and you...you won't want me anymore."

"I...I...I don't care...oh god...oh god Rahl...I...I'm coming!!! Come with me!!"

You were glued against him, rolling your hips like thunder through your climax which simultaneously brought Rahl to his.

"Jose..Josephine no, get up!! Ahhhh....ahhhh fuckkkkk....fuckkk...me...god....damn...it...ahhhhh."

As you lifted your head from Rahl's neck and brought your eyes to his, you sprung off of him in panic.

"Oh my god...I...I'm healed! Stephane, you...you did it! You brought me back and now I am going to bring you back!"

Rahl arose with hurt, gaping eyes. "I..I am not Stephane. I am Rahl! You...you used me. You're...MY Queen. How could you do this to me?? I thought you loved me???"

Your satirical laughter and words of ice punched a hole right through his little black heart.

"Love? You don't even know the meaning of the word. You have a black soul. I am going to rid of you, regain my power and heal Stephane and be HIS Queen. He is the one I love. That is the only reason I could fathom riding your cock because it's HIS cock. God he is so much better than you in bed too. Now....Stephane Narcisse....WAKE UP!"

Wake up. Your words faded and morphed into mordant words of someone else. A very familiar someone else.

"It's time to wake up Darling Rahl."

As a pale, injured and unconscious Rahl laid on the cold winter ground, he slowly opened his eyes and there in the sunlight stood an expressionless Julian hovering over him.

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of your nine lives. You should get up now. You stink of rot. It's a wonder the wolves and hawks have not yet descended. Your frightful appearance is most likely your savior." Julian quipped with a curled lip.

Rahl, now feeling of sound, mind and body, propped himself up on one elbow, smirking with cautious eyes as he peered up at his fellow warlock.

"Well if it isn't my long lost foe, Julian. Come to finish me off instead? I see no book or circle of salt this time."

"Consider this your lucky day. I have a more purposeful use for Ashmole when the time comes. Besides, I am sure you are aware that the Julian all knew as Stephane's faithful friend is long gone. You are more of my type now. In fact, you could serve as a useful ally in said purpose. I do for you, you do for me. I have generously vanquished your poisoning, but that is as far as my healing hand reaches at this time. The wound to your shoulder is of your concern. You really should be more au courant with Stephane's bodily defenses, for they are shut down while he is suppressed."

All but one, Rahl thought to himself as he began to notice the tenacious saturation of his essence confined inside his leggings beneath his heavy cloak.

"Well now. How ironic is this? Jules and Stephane, together again, but neither are of the light as they once were. I would say that is a match made in...Hell, but I have had my fill of that place."

Julian softly chuckled as he raised his brow.

"Ahh yes. Would that be what all your mumbling was about? Cockroaches, Satan and sex, oh my. Apologies for having interrupted you in the middle of moaning my daughter's name."

Rahl looked away with a scowl as he did not find any humor in Julian's jokes, especially the part about you. Although it never even happened, it still stung and he vowed he would be even more careful around you now, for although seemingly a dream, it could have been a vision.

"Is that all you have been up to Julian? Perched up in your little tree like a vulture, watching and waiting?"

"It is. Just as I witnessed you take that hit from your own son. Knowledge is power."

"Tell me Jules. What knowledge did you gain from that fiasco that you did not already know?"

"Many things. Such as I now know of Janus-faced Josselyn's whereabouts. During my years of captivity, I learned she was just as mendacious as my captor, sweet collaborating Caroline. And then there's your worthless and disloyal guards. Their insubordination of your command and loyalty to Sebastian and Charles in place of Stephane proved that and now, they lollygag at the old wagon wreckage and mock you as they play a game of dice for bets on your survival while you have lied suffering. It would seem that they do not respect you, honor you, nor serve you as they did Lord Narcisse and that will only be, as it has proven to be, a great liability for you, not only for your existence, but for the upcoming war as well. Your men should bow to you, so the question is, Darken Rahl, what are you going to do about it? Sit by idly as they are, twiddling your...."

"Enough!!" Rahl roared at Julian's intentional incitement. "No one makes a fool of me." he continued through his teeth in a low emitted growl and stormed off.

Julian proudly grinned and followed Rahl to the location of the six guards where he remained in the shadows to observe and sure enough, to Rahl's dismay, they were doing just as Julian had informed. The wagering warlocks were so consumed in their greed and insulting jeers of the dark lord, that Rahl's stealth went undetected by their normally intact keen senses.

As a cloaked and hooded Rahl slammed his foot down over their game, the startled warlocks stood and drew their swords on him. Even when he revealed his face, the men still maintained their guarded stance with confidence.

"You dare draw your weapons on me? I am your master, Darken Rahl."

One of the men seemed to be the leader of the group and spoke for them as he bravely, but stupidly pointed his sword at Rahl's chest.

"We do not acknowledge lord Rahl as our master. We serve lord Narcisse."

"And he and I are one in the same, yet you audaciously hold me at your blade's edge. You really do like to gamble, don't you? And all over some measly pocket change. Tell me, is that all your life is worth to you? Your duties were to stand and fight at my side, yet all you contemptible cowards accomplished was absolutely fucking nothing!"

"You have powers, we do not. You did not need our aid."

"Says the traitorous guard who did nothing to stop a poisonous arrow from piercing my flesh."

"Even as the black beast, you lack instinct and let confidence rule you. You lost sight of your target and underestimated your opponent. YOU are of no comparison to your true form. You are weak with anger and hatred and you are also weakened by lord Narcisse's will and light. You tried to kill your own brother and your son and he would not let you. We have always and will only stand at their sides!"

"Then maybe your insolent bag of bones should stand no more. As your life means nothing to you, it means even less to me. You are no more than that pocket change. Worthless. And to be very clear, if I want someone dead, then dead they shall be." Rahl snarled and in a trice, he thrust a backwards swing of his honed blade and sliced the unsuspecting guard's throat.

The remaining guards immediately fell to one knee and bowed their heads as Julian applauded.

"A painted picture of how it should be. True power indeed. Well done lord Rahl. Now, are you going to invite your new best friend back to your castle for drinks? A bed would be splendid and I'm sure you can tuck me in somewhere private. There is much to talk about and prepare for in the upcoming few weeks that I think you will be quite interested in. After all, it was I that summoned you forth with the dead."

"Is that so? The irony in the events of this day are astounding. You once killed me, per se, and now you are responsible for my resurrection. Why would that be?"

"Unlike these incompetent fools, I bow to no one, especially not my own brother. I know that you also would never do as such, but surely you must know that Jareth's mission is to destroy and rule all of middle earth, including the rulers in it, such as yourself. So you see, this is where we can help each other. In my light and in my darkness, I have wished to destroy him and I have all the means to do so, except for a few loose ends I will soon gather with the special assistance of a secret weapon. A very wicked army of our own, per se, that will serve"

Rahl's brow arched high in curiosity, but he also knew that curiosity could kill the cat. Julian wanted to rebury Jareth, but would Julian's plan take him down alongside the goblin king? Rahl's cynicism was riding high in the red zone over Julian's unclear agenda.

"Once I am fully healed, we will share those drinks. I must return and assess the situation of my kingdom. Until then, I will grant you access to my nearby villa. It is unguarded at this time. And in a show of my appreciation of your unforeseen aid, I will send you a lovely "gift." Will that suffice?"

"It shall indeed."

The recent spider hallucination had pushed you over the edge and every anxious nerve in your body was feeding your fear that you were going to see Peter at some point, only you knew he would be real. If anyone would jump right through the gates of hell that Jareth had opened, it would be his evil sadistic self.

With a screaming Leean in your arms, you paced about your chambers in futile frustration as you gently but vigorously bounced and patted her bottom to calm her cries. Even the little elven witch's inherited senses were awakening to the surrounding darkness, especially from you and it was the only way the frightened six week old Princess could express her discomfort.

"Lola! Will you please do your job and take her for a walk through the halls or something since you were gone all night and left Legolas and three fucking cats to do it all. I have sang to her, I have rocked her, I have bathed her, all in the past hour and nothing is helping!"

Lola flinched at your scolding as she squeaked out a solution.

"Josie, might I suggest letting her take some milk from you?"

Your eyes slitted as you side eyed the meek mannered girl.

"No you may not suggest that! Do you wish me to poison her??? Have you forgotten I have panther venom in my veins??? I prefer to not even touch her, yet here we are!!" you snapped as you glanced down at Leean's shrieking face, the only visible skin of your snuggly wrapped baby burrito.

Legolas caught Lola's tear tinted eyes as he walked over to you.

"Josie. I will take her and offer her some of our water. Lola, could you kindly prepare a bottle for Leean and a cup of herbal tea for Josie that will palliate her symptoms and aid her in sleep?"

Your eyes widened at the domineering and dismissive Prince as Lola nodded and rushed off to the fireplace.

" Am I not right here??? And...I do not need sleep! That is all I have done and every time I do, I have these fucked up dreams, not to mention, that water makes it worse so I certainly am not going to drink it!"

"Lola, please use the Dorwinion water for the tea." Legolas corrected with a deaf ear and then took Leean into his arms which instantly ceased her screeching wails.

You then scoffed at him. "Really Legolas Greenleaf?? She doesn't want a bottle. She just don't want ME!"

"Josie, of course she wants you." Legolas softly assured, finally looking you in the eyes. "But she senses your heightened emotions, which is why you really should drink the tea and rest."

In defiance of his repetitive words, you marched to the wine table and knocked back a rather large goblet of the wicked wine.

"Heightened emotions? You're just too damn polite to call me a crazy bitch. I don't need rest!! There is no TIME to rest. How many times do I have to say that?? What I need is what she needs! Her father!!! He is the only one that could fix all of this…fix me…. but that will never happen because he is dead!!"

Your hands went straight to your crinkling face and covered it as you began to sob. Legolas' torn heart ripped clean through, for he knew that in the week head, Thranduil would come and contrary to your belief, Legolas felt that his father was the last thing you and Leean needed at the time or possibly even ever and how was he supposed to tell you? With the state you were in, it was not the right time, but...he knew there would never be a right time for you to know the truth because the Thranduil that lived now, there seemed to be no hope for. His light had been snuffed out of his soul and Legolas knew the darkened heart that now beat inside of the Elvenking would not fix anything, but only destroy you by taking the last bit of sanity and light you had left. If only he could spare you such pain, but he knew it was inevitable.

"I…I can't take this anymore!" you muffled through your fingers. I need to get out of here."

Lola came to Legolas with the baby bottle filled with Mirkwood's magical water. "May I feed her Legolas?"

As he gazed in to her saddened sapphires, his moonstone eyes became apologetic for how he had treated her the evening prior.

"Yes, you may lady Lola."

Lola's sweet smile was also apologetic as Legolas awkwardly maneuvered Leean out of his arms and into hers and then…he took you into his and whispered sweet words of comfort into your ear.

"You are not a crazy…well…you know. Please do not speak of yourself in such a way. You are just dealing with far too much for someone who does not deserve it."

You then bawled gasping breaths in to his chest. "Legolas, I need the amethyst, I need that book, I need to find Stephane and help him, I need the other stones, I need Garrett's dumb ass…I…I need my dad!!! I…I….."

Your sobs quieted as your ears tuned in to the laughter coming from outside the balcony doors.

As you opened the cold foggy glass doors, your breath was momentarily stolen by the crisp breeze that brutally belted you in the face. Your eyes quickly widened in delight when you peered over the rail to see a snowball fight taking place at 8 o'clock in the morning by some of the warlock guards.

"Leggy!!! Look!" you shouted and then giggled. "It snowed overnight!!! Remember at Lestat's, when you and Haldir had that snowball fight after the blizzard? You both had so much fun, minus trying to kill each other with ice packed snowballs and I…I want to have fun too!! Like when Stephane threw me that huge birthday party to help distract me. I want to do something normal and feel normal!! Even if just for a little while or I am going to go crazier than I already am! Can we go play too Legolas??? Pleeeeease!!!??"

Legolas grinned from ear to ear. "How could I forget Haldir's iniquitous ice balls to the face. With the exception of his envious rage regarding you, the brief moment of solace while being in a castle consumed with red eyes and fangs, was greatly needed. You and Lola go enjoy the snow and release some of your own pent up rage. There is nothing more any of us can do at this time about the troubles at hand but continue to wait for Sebastian to hopefully locate Delphine and the others. I will remain here with my sister and watch from the terrace. Glenn-hi (Go now). Enjoy some diversion and equanimity and breathe. Be a flightless bird no more."

You chuckled through your tears as you hugged him tight. "Oh but flightless I am. Literally. I tried to fly once and you do not want to know how that played out. Thank you Leggy. I adore you so."

You released him and then turned to Lola with hopeful eyes.

"Let's go play!"

You and Lola bundled up in your winter cloaks, then ran and giggled all the way down to the enclosed courtyard. Once there, you observed the five warlocks, dressed in their Sunday attire, laughing and playing like little boys. It instantly took you back in time to before your father had become terminally ill and you and he played in the snow together all the time, either sledding, making snow angels, snowmen and eskimo forts or your favorite, snowball fights. Although he was alive and out there somewhere, equally altered to serve his brother Jareth, you still missed and loved him so, but you weren't going to let it make you sad. Instead, you were going to honor him and even the hidden hero Haldir by kicking some warlock ass....and you would envision Rahl's evil face as you did it, a trick Garrett once taught you to do when using your magic that was currently non-existent.

Sly as foxes, you and Lola huddled behind a pillar wrapped in crimson Christmas roses and while you both packed a snowball, the Lenten flowers triggered thoughts of both Stephane and Thranduil and how they enjoyed the beauty of their gardens, probably the only thing the magical beings ever had in common besides their egos and love for you. When the snow fun was over, you were going to pick one in memory of Thranduil and make another useless wish for the return of the King.

"You ready?" you whispered to Lola as you offered a wicked grin.

Lola's grin mirrored yours as she nodded, then you both sprung up and began pitching the packed powder at the bedazzled warlocks. Laughter and snow filled the court as the seven of you darted all around, ducking and diving.

Legolas smiled from ear to ear as he observed the shenanigans from your balcony. His sorrowful heart sang in that moment of seeing you so happy, that was until his nose caught something in the breeze. As his elven eyes followed the familiar strawberry scent, they caught sight of Haldir making his way across the vast open field separating the castle from the forest. At the Marchwarden's side was a woman that Legolas knew he had once before laid his eyes upon and behind them was Rumil, Orophin, Aragorn, Boromir, Bard, Gimli, Sebastian and Charles. As Bash and Charles returned their horses to the stables, Legolas's keen eyes also noticed that the warlock kin appeared to have been in a scuffle of sorts.

Haldir's eyes then locked with the Prince, they both offered a nod and a smile and then Legolas' attention returned to you. All was going well in the playtime. He noticed Lola's flirtation with one of the warlocks as they tumbled to the ground laughing. With a minor scoff, the elf's eyes rolled and returned to you just in time to see your light turn dark as you took a snowball to the face and then another to the shoulder. Legolas' eyes gaped as your mouth did the same, followed by a loud gasp from the shock.

"You IDIOT!!" you fumed at the wily warlock roaring with obnoxious laughter in is victory.

"Now now Josephine. " he chuckled. "It's all just fun and games."

Normally, you would have took it like a champ and laughed too, but with Rahl's venom inside of you, all you wanted to do was rip his wretched head from his miserable shoulders and Lola and Legolas both quicky took notice of that with worry.

"That is until someone gets hurt, which is about to be you, you cretinous tyrant!"

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All over a harmless snowball, your blood rage surfaced and you found yourself grabbing a very large and sharp icicle from the trellis and racing towards him. The warlock's smirk dropped like a hot potato and he froze solid in fear as he watched the crystalline spear in your raised white knuckled fist head straight for his eye.

"Josie!!" Legolas shouted from the balcony and with perfect dexterity, the agile elf hopped the rail, floating down with incredible velocity and landing softly like that of a feather, but not quick enough to get to you before another did.

Just as you lunged, you were scooped up from behind by a pair of strong arms coiling around your waist. As you angrily screamed and turned to strike the unknown attacker, a hand swiftly clutched your wrist.

"Y...you????" you gasped in fright and immediately sprung your fingers open, dropping the makeshift blade when you saw the stern but very worried face of your elven bestie Haldir as his stunned eyes gazed into yours.

"You...your eyes Jo." he whispered as they slowly retracted from blood red back to moonstone blue.

Before you could speak another word, you felt his calming effects manipulating your mind and body and then...you saw a horrified Josselyn viewing from the distance and watched Lola faint.

Legolas ran to her aid, as did Josselyn in a panic. She fell to her knees at her daughter's side and cried as she stroked her pale cheeks with trembling fingers.

"My sweet child, open your eyes. Mama's here now."

Legolas tilted his head like a confused puppy. "You...are her mother? I...I have seen you. Many years ago with a group of gypsy travelers near our lands. Cowering beneath a trailer belonging to that wretched witch Caroline. You were one of them! Why are you here??!!!!"

Legolas scooped Lola's unconscious body up into his arms and backed away from Josselyn as his angry eyes questioned Haldir.

"Legolas. Josselyn is of no harm to Lola or anyone here. She is her mother as you asked and there is much more that you do no know. Take Lola inside and let her mother be with her when she awakes. They have been separated for far too long."

Legolas snarled through clenched teeth as he pulled Lola closer to him.

"Over my dead body."

"No one enters this castle without lord Rahl's knowledge or approval!" snapped the warlock who almost lost an eye. "And you Haldir, were banished from here by lord Narcisse were you not??"

"Since you speak as if there are two of them, neither are here. Just which one of the wicked halves do you serve warlock??!!"

Sebastian then entered and took control of the situation with his sword drawn.

"He serves me! I am in charge when my brother is not here and I say they all can enter, is that clear warlock Gwydion??"

"Yes m..my lord."

You then watched as Bash embraced Josselyn. What the hell was happening??

As you clung to Haldir, you could no longer stand. Weakness and relaxation consumed you and you fell into his arms. Your feet were then whisked off of the ground and later, in a sedated state, you awoke in your bed from the muffled voices of Legolas and Haldir as the Prince was filling his guardian in on what had happened to you...and then they argued as to why Legolas was never told about Narcisse's alter. Haldir's nutshell explanation, which consisted of because Rahl had been long dead, was cut short by your awakening.

"Haldir???" you gasped as you sat up.

The Marchwarden was barely able to sit down beside you when you yanked him into a constricting embrace.

"J..Jo...air. Need to breathe."

"What? Oh...sorry. I...I just missed you."

"I have missed you too. Since when did you become as strong as a vampire??"

"Why on earth would you compare me to those morbid creatures??!"

Haldir's brows furrowed. "Annnnd...since when do you insult the leeches you so love? Is it something to do with Rahl's venom making you have dark emotions? I mean, Jo...your eyes were as red as fire...like Garrett's when he's angry."

You thought of Garrett and Kate, together in that vivid vision with him telling you he was with her now and not coming back.

"It..it doesn't matter. Enough about vampires already. Like I would ever be one of them! Haldir, what is going on?? I know I wasn't hallucinating when I saw Josselyn....was I??? and Lola...oh my god, where is Lola??!!"

"You were not. She is here and Lola is safe, right over there on the davenport."

You peeked around him and saw Legolas at her side, patting a cool cloth on her forehead to try and awaken her.

"Ok, so where is Joss and where did she even come from??? My god, I thought she was dead like Sarah. And I take it that Bash did not find Delphine??"

"Jo...there is so much you need to know and I am not sure I want you near Josselyn right now. She told me everything that happened and there are things that...you may not understand at first....such as....she is..Delphine."

"Ok what??? She's not a witch! She was just Sarah's mundane mother. Jesus, just tell me already!"

"On one condition. Let me show you through your dreams. It's quite a novel and after your rabid display early, I would prefer you to be calm, especially with Leean in the room."

"You mean you would prefer me to be under your dream control."

"Do you wish to know or not?"

You huffed and plopped onto your back. "Fine! Shoot me up dreamcatcher!"

Haldir took your hand and softly smiled, for as much as you always got under his skin with your spitfire attitude, he couldn't live without it.

It was merely seconds and you were under his sleeping spell and entering the dreamworld of the past. During the good hour of telepathic transmission, Lola had awoken and Legolas took her to see Josselyn, for she adamantly demanded it. While he was there, he stood protectively at Lola's side and even held her hand as Bash assisted an emotional Josselyn in the telling of her twisted tale to her daughter and the elf that once intimidated her...and still did.

The transfer was complete and Haldir sat holding and feeding Leean while he waited for you to wake up, for your mind was in a fragile state and he didn't dare wake you.

As your mind processed everything that was shown to you, you began to toss and turn, for the vision of Magnus erasing what you had seen, triggered the suppressed memory and you then began to dream of it.

You were a child, tied to a chair. You saw Josselyn and heard her tell some strange scary looking man to erase your memory. There was a flash of blue light and then you sprung awake to see your brother sitting in front of you.

"Josie. It's ok. I am here. You're dreaming."

"J..Jace?"

"What? It's me Jo...Haldir."

Jace's face slowly morphed into Haldir's who gazed at you with concern as he stroked your cheek...just as Jace had done.

"Oh my god...I..I think I hallucinated again. I...it...it was so real. I...I can smell him, feel him. Haldir...I...I think Jace is near or...is coming back for me and..."

You jumped straight out of bed. "My mother!! My REAL mother...she's...she's alive and locked away. She's not dead like my mot...that lying bitch Caroline told everyone! We have to go rescue her!"

"Jo, no way! Cassandra was last known to be in Jareth's realm. It is a death sentence to go there during this time or ANY time!"

"Well that's too damn bad! She loves me! TRULY loves me. I saw it when she held me! She is the good one, the true 7th daughter. Oh god, Aunt Mara, I...I mean my grandmother, Maharet, does she know of the mix up?? And...and...Viktor, the vampire that Caroline killed to protect Clov..Raven!! He...he is my grandfather??? Jesus, does that mean Caroline was a dhampir like Raven??? And what does that make me??"

"Breathe Jo. Viktor was still human when Caroline and all her sisters were born. You are as you always were. A witch. About Maharet, that I do not know, but it did not sound like she knew and she would have told you if she knew now, would she not have? What I do know is that Cassandra doesn't sound much of light considering how she tricked Julian just to hurt Caroline."

"Can you blame her after all my moth...damn it...Caroline did to her??????!!"

"Maybe not Jo, but look what and where that revenge got her. Vengeance is not always the answer."

"Oh really?? You hypocrite. Was it not you who slayed the vampire Craven for what he did to YOUR parents??? I...I cannot even process all of this right now. So many lies upon even more lies that I have also learned!! I need to get away from here!! Sarah...she is out there somewhere too!! and Jesus....she is my sister!!! How could Joss keep that from me and my father??!! She had that mad man block my memories for fucks sake! SHE could have prevented everything that happened from happening if she just would have trusted in my father enough to tell him the truth the moment she learned of Caroline's intentions! My father could and would have protected her AND even himself!!!!!!"

Leean began to cry. "Jo..please. Try to calm down and let us talk about this. Josselyn was just a young girl, a child even, when she was forced into this world. After everything Harker did to her and her mother and also with the threat of Ravenna, she suffered oppression and helplessness. Caroline took advantage of that. She manipulated her into believing she cared for her, much like she did to you and even Raven, and when Caroline's dark side surfaced, Josselyn was terrified of her. You of all people know what Caroline was capable of. You were also just a child when you met Josselyn and Sarah, entering your adolescent years. She was protecting you too. Would you have even believed her if she had told you what she knew? Josselyn was protecting Julian while Caroline was alive and she didn't want to harm him even more with the truth while he was ill. She tried so hard to help Julian. You saw it all Jo. Don't let Rahl's wickedness blind you!"

"I..I cannot even fathom listening to you defend her right now. She has clearly bewitched you in some way. And god, poor Lola. She left her here for half of her life believing her mother was dead and to be raised by her own father whom neither of them knew about!! Once again, because of Joss's lies, people will get hurt. Stephane and Lola deserved to know the truth, just as my father did! You will not convince me otherwise Haldir of Lorien! Thank you so much for having MY back over some woman you've known a hot five minutes who clearly has bewitched your cock as well. I'm going to go take a bath to cool off. Care to...join me and...release...some tension?"

You walked up to Haldir with a complete change of demeanor and teasingly pushed him back on the bed, then straddled him.

"Let's pick up where we left off. Kiss me" you seductively whispered.

As heavy as the temptation weighed on the aroused elf, Haldir could never take advantage of you, for he loved you too much. He firmly, but gently shoved you off of him and stood up. For Haldir, it was an instant flashback to Thranduil's halls when you were under Garrett's mind control and he had walked in on you doing the same thing to Legolas.

"Jesus Jo, what is happening to you? First the rage and the red eyes and now this. It is like there are two of you as well. This is not you."

"Hmmph. Bet if I were Josselyn, your tongue would be down my throat and in my cunt as we speak. Suit yourself, which from what I can see, you may need rosy palm and her five sisters to do so."

Off you went to the washroom with an intentional sexy sway of your ass for Haldir to watch and then you winked at him and closed the door.

It was no lie that he was quite turned on with an aching stiffness, but he would not entertain it like you were so hoping he would. Instead, he sat down, closed his eyes and willed it away, and with perfect timing too, for Legolas then walked in.

"Legolas? Where is Lola and Josselyn?"

Legolas sighed with concern. "Lola is still with her mother. She now knows how everything, as do I, even how...she was conceived. I thought it best to leave them with their privacy as Lola is not taking the news very well. She is rather inconsolable and....very angry with Stephane and would not hear a word from Sebastian in his defense of him not being himself or having any recollection of it."

Haldir's brow raised as he noticed something quite different with the Prince.

"You...you care for this girl?"

"That is irrelevant. Where is Josie?"

Legolas's deflection told Haldir that he was on the right path and how Haldir had attested to the way Legolas vowed his own death merely hours prior to keep Lola safe was highly conclusive that his godson's feelings may run even deeper for Lola.

"She is in the bath. Be forewarned Legolas. Jo is extremely angry as well. At Josselyn mostly and she is speaking irrationally of going in search of her true birth mother, Cassandra. Even if we could trust that Josselyn's healing power would not harm her or someone else, I highly doubt Jo is going to let Josselyn near her now."

"Trust me, I know of her changes. She has even spoken of going in search of the vampire. And at one point, she even wished me to take her and Leean back to Mirkwood."

Haldir's eyes widened and he motioned for Legolas to follow him to the balcony so your keen ears would not overhear them.

"I think you and I both know that is not wise and why and I am not speaking of the dangers of the travel. You and I also know what, or shall I say whom, was behind the earth's jolt and I have been well informed of Thranduil's own changes by Aragorn due to what Jareth has inflicted upon him."

Legolas' eyes fell. "It...it will matter not if she goes there or remains here. It will matter not where she goes, he will find her. My father is coming for her and Leeanduil and will be here in approximately 5 days."

"I presumed as much. I think you and I both know though, that when she sees him, that is all that will matter to her. She will want to go with him."

Legolas partially concurred. "That is until she realizes exactly what he has become and what his true intentions are. To claim his daughter and banish Jo from her life and his kingdom."

"Possibly, but let us not forget, Jo is becoming more like his new and unimproved persona. He may just desire her to remain his Queen, even after all of his conditioning to despise her. Is Jareth solely to blame? I think not. I was informed of the dhampir's involvement in carrying out Caroline's plan and now it makes sense after my brothers informed me of her wine and lembas thievery in Lorien."

Legolas' lips pursed as his rage at Raven surfaced. "You do not even know the half of her involvement with my father."

A knock sounded upon the door and you came running out to answer it, dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around you, in hopes that it was Stephane after learning he had been injured. As you whipped the door open, it was Bash. He had come to warn that Rahl had returned and was being tended to by the healers for his injury and warned them to steer clear of him.

"Oh god. Bash..how bad is it?? I...I need to go see him." you fretted as you fidgeted with your fingers like Stephane always did when he was anxious.

"He shifted on me, had me pinned down. Charles shot him in the shoulder with an arrow laced of silverbane, which will hurt Rahl because when Stephane is asleep, per se, his defenses are at rest also. Strangely though, he did not seem ill in the least as I discreetly observed him from afar. The wound is what is being cared for."

"My god, Charles! He must be a wreck over having to do that. Is...is he alright??"

He is a bit roughed up, but it was nothing serious. I must warn that Catherine is with him and she is on a war path over what happened, for she had already lashed out at me for putting her son in danger, so watch your back Josie."

"Psshtt. I don't fear that beldam bitch."

Haldir's exhale was harsh and heavy as his eyes rolled over to you.

"Well you should be with no power and did you forget all that she has already done to hurt you?"

"Whatever HAL...DIR! I am going to dress and go see Rahl about what he's done. Could you watch the kid for me. All she does is cry when I am around anyways. SO annoying."

Haldir grabbed your arm and spun you back to him. "No Jo, I forbid it! Have you lost your damn mind like Narcisse has??"

"You WHAT??!" you shouted as you yanked your arm free and as you did so, a tornadic microburst flung the Marchwarden onto his back.

"HA! No powers eh?" you scoffed and then scowled. "Don't ever touch me again elf."

Off you trotted to dress while Legolas and Haldir's gaping eyes stared at each other.

"Sebastian. I was under the presumption that Rahl's venom had disarmed her magic?" Legolas questioned.

"Well you clearly presumed wrong as you can see." Haldir snapped as he vigorously hopped up from the floor.

"It should have? Bash replied and then his brows furrowed. "It..it is like something else is feeding her and it is possible Rahl's venom has awoken it? And let us not forget, his venom will still bring her to eventual darkness as he is."

"Her eyes...when she attacked Gwydion. They were of fire." Haldir described.

"Yes." Legolas agreed. "As they were when I found her unconscious in the hall yesterday. For just a split second when she had opened her eyes."

"Feeding her....how did I not see this before with my considerable knowledge of the breed?" Haldir whispered as his eyes fluttered in disbelief. "And her strength...it is substantial for her size."

Legolas stepped forward. "Breed??"

"Craven...he had the blood rage gene and he is Garrett's maker. The gene can be passed down through the vampire venom. Legolas, you and I know Jo has Garrett's blood inside of her."

"So...what you are saying is....Garrett's blood and Rahl's venom... she is some hybrid, like Michael Corvin? But instead, that of a vampire and a...cat??!!"

"No Legolas. Garrett did not bite her and Rahl's panther form is no ordinary lap cat."

"Yes he did Haldir! He bit her wrist!"

"But we were able to reverse it before it changed her. What I am saying is Rahl's venom is igniting the blood rage just as Sebastian mentioned."

"So then, what do we do?"

"Don't piss her off."

"Thank you Haldir, for the unadorned advice. Sebastian, where are the others?"

Bash informed that Aragorn, Boromir, Bard, Gimli, Rumil and Orophin had set up camp just outside of the castle's perimeters for the time being to be an extra sets of eyes, ears and protection regarding the surrounding threats and then said he must get back to Josselyn. As Bash was set to leave, Haldir stopped him.

"We have no other option now. Speak to Josselyn. Convince her to heal Jo. If anyone would know the warlock ways, it would be you Sebastian considering you are one. Josselyn took his knife. Find out if she still has it. You said taking something of his would break the curse he placed on her magic and I would have to agree that what happened to the boy after her healing is a manifested symptom of the Black Plague. I also do not believe she caused the live stock deaths merely by her presence. She is not evil."

"But will Josie allow it even if Josselyn agrees?"

"If she does not wish to comply, then we will be forced to give her no choice."

Drip. Drip. Drip echoed on the wooden floor boards of the cabin's basement as Garrett laid chained to the bed, shuttering at each drumming drop with spaced out, weakened eyes of starvation yellow and iron poisoning. His sensitive vampire hearing had became so muffled that it only intensified the sound of insanity and as the hallucinations consumed him, he began to mumble a whispering tune.

"This the end. My only friend, the end."

His songful words of sorrow soon faded and eventually ceased as he closed his eyes and entered a world of nightmares and dreamscapes that began as a nightmare.

Through the scorching and desolate desert, an injured and bloodied Garrett staggered through the sandy trail of broken bones the endless wasteland had consumed.

He had no recollection of how he he had been hurt or even how he had gotten there and everything that wasn't supposed to affect a vampire, especially him because of Amara's branding mark of protection, was. The heat, the loss of blood, the pain...it was all sucking the life out of him and he feared he would soon join the remains he trekked around.

The relevant Door's song he had been singing became a reverie as the Indian vibes of guitar notes sounded from the radiant sky. In his human days of Roman Bryson, his love of music and talent in the industry was extensive and it became almost solely who he was, so much so that it carried over with him in his immortality. Garrett could belt out any note and manipulate any instrument from his self taught learning, which was a significant reason the music loving Seelie Queen adored her rockstar daylighter. Although his musical idol was and had always been Jon Bon Jovi, in this dream, Garrett became the iconic legend, Jim Morrison.

As he pushed on, desperately seeking to quench his thirst, but not for water, the hallucinations crept back up on him in the form of a mirage? He wasn't sure. In the far distance, he believed he saw someone, a woman, who saw him too. She too appeared exhausted, as if she had been lost and out there a long time and from what his vampire vision could make out, she looked very much like Sarah, the teen blonde girl in the photo with you that he had found hidden in the cabin, only much older.

In that moment, Garrett didn't care who she was, for his dire thirst for the warm red liquid that loudly pulsed through her veins triggered his uncontrollable blood rage and it gave him just enough strength to begin sprinting towards his prey.

Gasping with incredible fear, the unconfirmed Sarah scurried with all her might, tumbling over a sand dune to get away from the beast with raging red eyes and ferocious fangs.

If Garrett had been feeling his normal vampy self, the girl would have never even made it over the summit of the hill, for he would already be drinking her dry, but instead, his adrenaline rush was short lived and he found himself nose diving down the hill and rolling over and over until he came to an unconscious halt.

Buzzards circled and screeched above as the vampire laid deathly still on his stomach, except for the involuntary twitches every now and then as his hunger withdrawals tortured his limp, helpless body.

He heard the music again and spattered out some of the lyrics into the searing sand.

"Can you picture what will be? So limitless and free. Desperately in need of some stranger's hand in a desperate land...."

Garrett's whimpering words were cut off as he heard another song meshing into and taking over that one. A song he instantly recognized, "Funnel of Love" by Madeline Follin, for Ryan, his older brother by one year, had been listening to it a lot before the car accident that Craven caused which left both Ryan and Garrett, then known as Roman, comatose.

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Garrett saw it all over again, the day he awoke from the 3 month long coma and found his lifeless brother being kept alive by a ventilator. As if he needed to see it once more, for he relived it every single day and he knew it was the guilt making it happen.

He remembered touching his brother. It was like nothing he had ever experienced and he couldn't explain it, not then anyways. Supernatural was the only word that had came to his mind, for the memories of the accident flashed through him like the electrical charge that had been used to shock him back to life and it knocked the wind right out of him. He could still hear the nurse's voice when she found him cowering in the corner.

"Mr. Bryson, are you alright?"

Garrett knew something wasn't right. He didn't feel right, like he wasn't even himself. He told the doctor he had buzzing in his ears and that he couldn't get warm.

Garrett quickly entered another dream within his own dream where he was floating on the ceiling of a rose scented room he had never been in before, but he knew the smell and in that room of red prominence, the song blared from a 45 record playing on an old turntable. Just as the record spun round and round, so did he as he gazed down at a very pale man relaxed on a couch with his eyes closed, holding a mandolin guitar.

The music abruptly stopped, just as the rotating room did and then the man, unrecognizable to Garrett but quite similar in physical appearance of his own, including very familiar blue eyes, stared up at him. Eyes of the man who had always been enthralled by the color red, especially roses and who was also musically inclined. It was Ryan and he was a vampire, just as Craven had said he was.

"No!! No...Ryan..no. I...I'm so sorry. I..I never meant for this to happen to you. I..I told him not to do it, to give you the choice I didn't have. Please...please forgive me."

For a few moments, Ryan was silent and held his fixated gaze on Garrett, then he slightly tilted his head to the side.

"Romeo? Where for art thou Romeo?"

Garrett chuckled, for it was a pet name that Ryan always called him, mostly because Ryan was engrossed in Shakespeare's dark and twisted tales and then also because Roman was a bit of a ladies' man at an early age who coincidentally even had a high school friend with benefits named Juliet.

"The question is, where are you Ry? Clearly you're still somewhere in the mundane world and from what I can see, in one hell of a dump for someone who was always a neat freak. Come on man, help me down. I'm kinda stuck up here. Let's hang out like we did in the good old days before we grew up and apart. I've missed you."

"We'll meet again. All in due time little bro. Someone needs you right now."

"What? No one has ever needed me?"

"She does."

"Who? J..Josephine??"

Garrett felt something poking his shoulder and when he was able to force his eyes open, he was on the dry desert sand again being peered down at by the blonde girl.

"Hey. You dead?" she asked.

When she moved out of the blinding sunrays, he could now see that she was indeed the long lost Sarah whom you had believed dead for 8 years now.

"It...it's you. In the photo. You spoke to me. Sarah?"

"Depends who's asking."

Garrett worked his way up onto his elbow and snickered.

"Well that pretty much gives it away that you are she. Rather brave to stand so close. You do realize I just tried to kill you right? So why did you risk your life and come back?"

"Well, first of all, Garrett, right? It's because I realized you are the one I reached out to through said photo. So glad you found my things in your klutzy drunken stupor. I can use them for communication. You really are a hot mess man. Second of all, that means you are not physically here. You're having an out of body experience. You can't hurt me here even if you wanted to. Oh...and third...you're wearing my fucking ring on your pinky."

"Wait, the talking picture was real? Then....if I'm not really here, this isn't real either. I'm just hallucinating again, but in my sleep. Fever dreams basically."

"Oh no, sorry Shaggy, this is very real. The spirit world. Did you not just hear me? Astral fucking projection dude. That's what you've managed to do but how and why you came HERE is what I would like to know. Actually, who the hell cares, just get me the fuck out of here."

"Easy there Sarah the swearing sailor. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now Saint bloodsucker?? We both know what you do with that mouth. You have NO idea the stress I am under AND I haven't even seen my mother in I don't even know how long because it's impossible to keep track of time here, but i know it's been years. YEARS! And I'm still wearing the same dress from the night I got myself into this mess! Now, are you going to help me escape because then maybe I can help you too. You DO want to get back to my sister, don't you??"

"S...sister?"

"Jo! DUhhhh. The one you're head over heels in love with!"

"I...I thought...you and she were only best friends??"

"Well, we were...are bff's because we were never told the truth. Ironic huh? How we still clicked. I learned all of the lies during my time here from...."

Sarah spun around and gasped in terror at a sound only she heard.

"Shhhh!" she adamantly whispered. "He's watching. He's always watching. Taunting me with the doors. Doors that float above the sand. They're so far away. I always run to them, but I never make it before they disappear."

"The doors. Now that's ironic..."

"What??"

"Never mind. That era don't seem your style. Even if you made it to one of the doors, how could you even trust what's inside of them? And who is watching? Harker??"

Her hand quickly covered Garrett's mouth with a hard slap.

"Don't ever say that name here. He doesn't know where I am. I got away from him that night. He's the least of my worries right now."

Garrett yanked her hand away. "Then who the hell are you talking about?"

"The keeper. He has the keys but he won't let me leave. I never should have came here. I was still so unskilled with my magic back then."

"Does this keeper have a name?"

"He has many just as he has many faces and...."

Sarah's eyes grew as she stared off into the distance.

"Oh my god, look! You see?? There's a door, behind you! Come on! Before it goes away!"

"Sarah...I...I can't. I can barely feel my legs. I'll only slow you down. Besides, what if it's some sort of trap??"

"At this point, nothing can be any worse than this hell, so I have to try."

"Uhhh yeah, in a few weeks, you may think MUCH differently."

"The solstice, I know. Ok, listen to me Garrett. You'll eventually go back to your body and wake up and when you do, I need you to somehow make sure Jo gets my pendant that you found and tell her where I am. I..I'm sorry. I have to go!"

Sarah scuffled off through the sand and before Garrett could even react, she blended into a visible heat wave and faded away.

"Wait! How am I supposed to do that when my broken body is chained in iron shackles to a fucking bed!!"

Garrett's question was quickly answered, but not by Sarah. It was you, whispering into his ear.

"Me Garrett. I want you to think of me."

"J..Josephine...you...you're all I think about, but...you...you never hear me. I...I'm too weak."

"Then take my hand. I'll give you my strength."

Garrett's bloodied hand weakly reached up for yours and as your fingertips united, speckles of sparkling sand danced about.

"Now find me Garrett. Get up."

"But...you're right here??"

"No I'm not."

Garrett hadn't even blinked and you vanished. Had you merely been a muse, willing him to fight? Either way, it worked as he now had just enough strength to stand and as his squinting eyes darted all around in search for you, all he saw was the open, endless desert and the trail in the sand from which he had crawled.

"Josephine!!!!" he shouted, but all was silent with no trace of you ever being there.

As Garrett stood panting in the blistering sun, he began to notice something at the top of a hill. A..forest?? He had an inkling that it was most likely a mirage, but he didn't care and began staggering towards it in hopes for shelter and possibly even a four-legged furry snack to dull the thirsting ache in his gut. Even if he wasn't really there like Sarah said, it sure as hell felt like he was, so the famished vamp was still going to try to hunt, considering he had nothing else to do and nowhere else to go.

The shaded heaven drew nearer and nearer, but Garrett's newfound strength and will to go on was depleting. In one last and desperate attempt, he called out to you again.

"Josephine!! Please come back. I need you! I'm so lost without you."

"I'm right here silly." answered a voice that wasn't yours.

"Good god in heaven!!!" Garrett yelped as he spun around to see a little girl with auburn tresses sitting at the edge of the forest.

The bemused vampire never forgot a face, even due to age. He had seen this child before in your dream long ago, only she was much older with chestnut hair like his and hints of copper like yours.

The memory replayed like a movie through his mind. She had touched his face and showed him a vision of two little girls happily playing together in the forest. Garrett didn't know it back then, but he knew now that it was the girl sitting before him, whomever she was, and the other child was Leeanduil.

"You're not Josephine? You're a child. Althoughhhh, oddly, your...your olive green eyes remind me of hers in the picture I found. I...I've seen you before. Who are you and where did you come from and...and why are you here in this terrible place?"

"I'm part of her, or at least I will be if you don't die. I'm Rosie and my doll told me to find you. Her name is Sarah like my aunt's. My friend Zedd made it for me."

Garrett's thick black brow raised as he eyed the wooden carved doll clutched in her hand. It was overly uncanny to him as to how much it resembled Sarah, hairstyle and all and quite frankly, it gave the fearless vampire the heebie-jeebies.

"You can talk to Sarah through that thing? The girl that I was talking to earlier? She's your aunt? Wait...wait...wait...and what do you mean if I don't die??"

Rosie giggled. "You're silly. It takes two people to make a baby doesn't it?"

"Gah! My ears. what are you, like 8???"

"7. Physically anyways. Dhampirs grow really really fast. We fully mature around 20, like my other aunt.

"Other....aunt.....dhampir....what???"

"Hello? Scooby Doo, where are you?? My aunt Raven, well, she goes by Clover again. I'm a dhampir like her. Josie is my mom. Your my dad. Hence...Rosie. You even named me. It's the portmanteau of your real name, Roman and my mom's, like how you mentioned to that faerie Queen. You see? This is why you must live. You die..I don't exist."

Garrett's hands went to the sides of his head as if he were in pain.

"I seriously need some Scooby snacks. My brain is shutting down. There's no way I can have a kid. I mean...literally. I'm DEAD!"

"You mean metaphorically. You're very much alive. You're still in the newborn phase and haven't learned all the vampire truths yet. Even though my mom's human, she's a weaver witch. She can birth a vampire child and you carry the blood rage gene to make that happen. Just like Clover's dad, except her mom didn't have that capability which is why he chose to change her after."

"My head is going to explode. I'm speaking to my daughter who does not even exist. This is all a fucking... shit..I mean shoot, sorry kid, I mean...freaking fever dream. You're not real. I'm not even here. Josephine was never here...and Sarah...is she even real?? Where is she?"

"I think the bad man got her. She don't answer me anymore. But she did say my mom's in trouble. She's...sick."

Garrett's hands fell from his head to his sides. "What???!! What do you mean...sick??"

"See for yourself. Everything here is a message. You just have to wake up." Rosie replied and pointed in the direction behind him.

Garrett whipped around with a startled gasp to see you swaying about in a delirious demeanor and then....you just dropped.

"Josephine!!"

Garrett felt it this time. His lifeless heart thumped hard and heavy, one single time. It was like he had been shocked back to life again by the defibrillators, like when he had laid bloodied, broken and bruised beside the wreckage of the accident.

His eyes burned red as lava as his combat boots pummeled through the loose, unstable sand with little effort, for his heart was in control now.

Garrett dropped to his knees beside you and pulled your limp body into his trembling arms.

"Josephine, baby. Open your eyes. I'm here now. It's me little one. Your Tommy.... and you're my Gina or you can still be Daphne if you want. Come on. Please Josie. You...you feel real. I can feel you, I can....why do you smell like burnt cherries??"

The perplexed vampire then harshly sneezed. "Pepper??? Josephine, what's happening?? Please wake up!"

Without warning, your eyes sprung open, only they were not your icy moonstone, they were blood red like an apocalyptic moon.

Garrett was swiftly flipped onto his back with your hands constricted around his neck as you straddled him. Your strength was astounding. Not an ounce of air was able to slip through to his lungs, but that wasn't the problem, for vampires didn't need oxygen. The problem was that at any given second, you would crush his neck and rip his head off. Had he still possessed his own natural vampire strength, he had to question if he would have even been able to pry your death grip free, just like the iron chains that bound his physical body.

As Garrett's fight with your arms severely weakened, his crystal clear image reflected in your orbs of fire and it was the last thing he saw as he stuttered out the ending lyrics of his own end.

"It hurts... to.. set you free, but... you'll never follow me. The end... of laugh..ter and soft lies. The end... of nights... we tried to die. This is...the end...my only..friend..the end of our elab..orate plans... the end of every...thing that stands... the end. No safety.... or surprise, the end. I'll never look into.... your eyes again."

Garrett's tired eyes closed, for how long he didn't know and then...he felt something warm and wet dripping onto his cheek as you he heard you sobbing 3 little words he had always longed to hear.

"Garrett. I...I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please... wake up."

Drip, Drip, Drip.

In a gasping panic of calling your name, Garrett awoke with wide, darting eyes that traveled right to his open palm as the leak from the cabin floor above him dripped into it.

"What...in theeee jinky...fuck?!" he groaned as he lifted his hand to his lips to drink the tiny puddle of much needed lubricant for his dry, burning throat.

As he wearily pushed himself up into a sitting position, he froze solid, for he sensed a presence. Slowly turning to his right, there sat Freddy, your beloved crow.

"Eyyy, Freddy my man. Is it really you? Please tell me you're real because I really need some help as you can see."

"CAW!" the blackbird screeched, once for yes and then he pecked Garrett's hand.

"Owww, easy bro. Ok, you're real. You gotta do something for me. You owe me remember? For saving your life?"

"CAW!"

"Alright. Here."

Garrett reached deep into his pocket and pulled out the purple amethyst pendant.

"Take this to Josephine. She has to have it to rid of the dead....and somehow...find a way to tell her where I am. Do charades or something."

"CAW! CAW! CAW!" Freddy chanted with a head bobbing motion, almost as if he were laughing.

Garrett smiled and held the necklace up. "I'm pretty sure you know how important this is, so keep it safe. Oh, and she will need her moonstone pendant too that I had you hide."

Little did Garrett know about either pendant. He had the means all along and right there in his hand to transport himself back to you in a matter of seconds.... and then there was your pendant that his feathered friend had taken and given to Thranduil long ago to hopefully help bring the darkened elf lord back to the light by uniting it with his moonstone ring, which even the bird now knew that was a terrible mistake he would have to try and fix and he also knew such a task was easier thought than done, for the Elvenking would have a very tight grip on the two gems that formed one powerful piece of moonstone magic.

Freddy balled up the chain and stone with his talons and flew off through the broken basement window in which he had entered, but before he took flight to Dowrwinion, his keen black eye caught sight of something he knew he would need to make you understand.

On the porch sat a bag of Garrett's personal belongings and beside that laid a hairbrush. As he eyed the single strand of hair tangled in the bristles, his sensitive nostrils drew in Garrett's molasses scent. With his beak, he then snatched it up and took off into the night sky that held an almost full winter solstice moon.

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Haldir would be such a good lay. It'd be hard to get him into bed at first, but with persistence this stone elf can crack.

His grip would be so firm, and his kisses are hard and intense. You've riled him up and now you're gonna pay for it.

Haldir doesn't go fast, not for a while. He wants you breathless and begging. He wants to hear how bad you want his cock filling you up.

Brat tamer energy. He has no time for bad behavior and will bend you over his lap and spank you raw.

#Haldir #lotr headcanons #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #lotr #Smut #haldir x reader #Headcanons

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elithilanor · 1 year

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Last Sentence Tag Game

Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

tagged by @starlady66 (who is like the only one keeping my writing alive by tagging me so thank you!)

I don’t have any last lines right now, but I do have a ton of WIPs SO:

“Your reasoning no longer works in this, mellon. We are now of the same rank,” Mërën states and takes a step closer.

Haldir’s eyes track Mërën’s movements, grip on his goblet of wine tightening.

Mërën slowly presses into the remaining space between them and easily crowds Haldir back against the railing. Mërën tucks his head and nips Haldir’s ear, breath hot in the cold air.

“Meleth. I am no longer under your post.” He murmurs before finally - finally - slotting their lips together under the silver glow of the balcony’s lamps.

No pressure tags! @glassgulls @thesolarangel

#Haldir x OMC #haldir of lorien #Elithilanor fics #it's basically a long-standing and finally resolved mutual pining and ust smut fic #bottom!Haldir #top!OMC #if you’re wondering I know the name Mërën! yes he’s my omc from the healers series #if you caught the ust between them #you’re correct

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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I-did-not-mean-to, how are you?

are your may requests still open? what about commuter au with lift engineer with I can stay long I just had to see you

If you are comfortable, basically elevator sex 👀

with any elf of your choice 💕

Hello anon, I'm okay...(fell down the Silm rabbit-hole tbh)

But, anyway...Here's your ficlet, sorry for the delay :(

I made it a little spicy, so be advised :D

Words: 1,8 k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT!!!, Haldir is an idiot lol

It was a spur of the moment decision that would not look good on your résumé at all were it ever found out, but the opportunity was too good to let it pass.

You were not stalking him, certainly not, but you just so happened to know that Haldir got out of the subway almost every day around 7:37 and then took the elevator up to the street in which his workplace – he was no less than the head of security of Lórien Inc. – was situated.

This sliver of information had been betrayed by the badge – neatly tucked into the back pocket of his jeans – rather than by his own confession though, and a pang of bad conscience hit you as you watched the monitor on which he had just appeared intently.

From this moment onward, it would be a game of chance and probability, you told yourself warningly; to your surprise and his bad luck, he got into the small cabin alone – a rarity at this time of day – and, as soon as the doors had closed in screeching protest, you turned off the current, effectively trapping it midway.

Maybe, you had scheduled your inspection – completely above board for you truly were a lift engineer, not that he’d ever asked about what it was you did for a living – so that you might get a glimpse of the man you had invited to your flat a few nights ago and who had simply vanished before breakfast.

It had not even been a random fling in a bar either; you had known him from sight and always thought that he was very handsome even if a little too serious.

That night though, after a few glasses, he had smiled at you and one thing had led to another; you had been happy and elated to have taken that first step, only to know the rudest awakening of your life when he had snuck out before you had even awoken.

The disappointment and the sting of rejection had not sat comfortably, and – shrugging helplessly at the subway employee – you set out to confront Haldir about it.

Haldir looked at his watch again; he was not the type of man to suffer from nerves easily, but he was alone in the cabin, and he was not sure how long he could be stuck before anyone even noticed that he was missing.

The city was cut-throat, and Galadriel was not in the office on this day, so it was rather improbable that anyone would so much as bat an eye at one of the elevators malfunctioning; they’d simply take another one.

Likewise, people at work would surmise that he had finally taken their advice not to come in so early only to sit around making other people nervous by watching them like a hawk when there was no threat on the horizon.

Always better than to be locked in with a hysterical or claustrophobic person, he thought, for Haldir was only too aware of the fact that he was not good at talking to people and even less at assuaging their fears and doubts.

This almost laughable shortcoming was the very reason he had ruined his chances with a woman he had truly enjoyed; like an idiot, he had lain awake for an hour, careful not to stare at her while she slept, before giving up on finding the right words to express how much he had savoured their time together.

Finally, he had stolen away like a thief in the night, and he hated himself for it because he had seen potential in the way they had just clicked; she didn’t mind his taciturn spells and the sex had been beyond amazing.

As per usual though, Haldir had found a way to ruin every chance at bliss thrown his way and he was painfully aware of it as the recollection of the minutes spent in her arms kept haunting every step he took.

When a grinding, screeching noise resounded, his head snapped up in alarm only to be presented with an oddly familiar, very shapely behind and a pair of long legs dangling from the opening in the ceiling of the small cabin.

“I can’t stay long, I just had to see you!”

Oh, he knew that voice; he had heard that voice moan his name until it melted into a puddle of vague vowels; his heart stopped.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked utterly baffled and – had he not been so blindingly handsome in his three-piece suit – you would have fully relished that moment of triumph, but – as you really didn’t have much time before your little manoeuvre became highly suspicious – you simply placed both of your hands flat against his chest and gave him a hard shove.

“You could have been courteous enough to say goodbye, don’t you think?” you growled, trying not to be swayed by the earnest regret and guilt in his deep eyes that made you feel like you could see the sky despite being surrounded by sterile steel walls on all sides.

“I didn’t know how,” he muttered.

“Was I that awful? Did it really mean that little?” you spat at the same time, biting back the clichéd ‘I thought you were different’ even though it was on the tip of your tongue.

“No,” he interrupted you in a hard tone, pushing back against your hands as if he was eager to feel your warmth seep through the elegant fabrics, “I simply didn’t know what to say to you, and the more I thought about it, the less I found the right words. It was wrong of me, forgive me!”

You had expected everything: mockery, denial, even feigned anger or outright dismissal, but you were unprepared to deal with the wounded expression of knocked pride writ plain on the delicate but strong features of his marble face.

“Show me then,” you demanded when you realised that – even now – he would not go on; his jaw was set and trembling under the strain of preventing incautious words from tumbling out haphazardly.

Before you could brace, he had pounced on you like a big, sleek cat, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and his lips shifting frantically from your neck to your lips and back.

“I wanted to stay,” he breathed against your skin, “but I couldn’t face you. A woman like you deserves better words than I could come up with in that moment.” You could imagine him – lying awake, ruminating, chewing the words that dripped one by one from his dazed brain into his mouth – and the very thought fired up your hunger; maybe, you had literally fucked his brains out.

Time was ticking, but by now, you didn’t even care about it anymore because his hands slid under the stiff fabric of your professionally demure skirt to grab your ass passionately as he pushed you up against the cold cabin wall.

“I’ve thought about you though, all the time,” he confessed breathlessly before his lips plundered yours once more, despair and boundless greed making his movements slightly less controlled than you remembered. Already, you could feel the solid ridge of his erection dig against your most sensitive flesh through the paper-thin silk of your sinfully impractical underwear and you moaned into his mouth to keep him going.

“You deserve so much better,” he moaned, pulsing against you as if unaware of the layers of clothing preventing any actual penetration, “but God, how I missed you.”

Encouraged by his self-forgotten passion, you tugged his shirt out of the trousers and undid as many buttons as you could to slide your own hands under the fabric and across the expanse of his chest – heaving with lust – while his fingers pushed your panties aside to plunge into the waiting heat of your arousal.

“Do you…” he asked as if the slick proof coating his fingers were not convincing enough and groaned when you pushed against his searching fingers shamelessly.

“Make haste,” you begged, driven by an urgency that was only partially due to the employee waiting for your return patiently.

He undid his zipper one-handedly and before you could drive him on any further, he had pushed inside you, holding you up with his other arm.

Your mouth roamed hungrily across every inch of skin you could reach while he pounded into you, making the whole cabin rock with the intensity of all the sensations and emotions he could not put into words.

Sinking your teeth into his shoulder to stifle the moans and whimpers as he but grazed all those spots you wanted him to touch you in at his leisure, you cursed the fact that you were in a semi-public space and that you had no time nor inclination to spread out on the dirty floor of a subway elevator for him to feast on you as you both deserved.

It was a short but intense intermezzo that left your legs trembling as you adjusted your clothes as best you could while he rested his forehead against your shoulder in a rare display of vulnerability.

This was not how he had imagined his commute to work, and the intensity of the unexpected climax left him disoriented and sluggish when he needed to be completely focused for work.

“I have to return,” you said after clearing your throat.

“I want you still,” he replied as if he had not heard you, “I want to make you scream. Loudly.”

Not a man of many words indeed, you thought, and a feline grin stretched your generous mouth into a feast he could not resist, kissing you once more as if his life depended on it.

“You know where I live, huh?” you smiled as he gave you a boost to get you out of the cabin again, peppering small, titillating kisses into the back of your knee joints adoringly.

“I’ll be there,” he promised, already making plans to send one of his employees to buy champagne and chocolate as another wordless form of apology.

“I’m counting on it, Haldir,” you laughed, “because this? It’s not over.”

Spreading your legs one last time to give him a preview of what awaited him at the end of the day, you made your way back to the office of the subway where you proudly announced that all was in order.

“Yes, I’ve heard that you had to adjust some things,” the employee nodded sagely, and you bit back a snort, “we are truly lucky that you were here to fix it right away. Poor chap who was trapped.”

“Oh, he was a proper soldier,” you replied in a light tone, “I think he’ll be alright.”

And with a cheery wave, you signed the papers, and were on your way to start your actual work – and there was a lot of it on this day – that had to be completed before you would see your renegade lover again.

So, there we are...I love my anons (how are you doing dears?) but it makes me kind of nervous to write spice for them 🙈

Either way, @fellowshipofthefics here's another one for the May Challenge :D

Lots of love from me...

@shalini I hope you'll find this and like it :(

#fanfiction #fotfics may challenge #fotfics #Haldir x reader #haldir of lothlorien #Modern!AU #Lift engineer #Commuter AU #SPICE #*NSFW #*SMUT #lemons in a lift

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craig-parker-cravings · 2 years

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I make a lot of Gifs and Videos and create Fan Art and Fan Fiction, so I thought I would share some of those links with you, if anyone is interested.

Below is my other fan blog for Lee Pace, my main squeeze ;) It contains a little bit of everything.... gifs, videos and art that I made, and just fun stuff, and a whole lot of me drooling over him like I do Craig...;p

And then the next link below is my fan fic blog. It is one huge story of Thranduil, and a human girl he loves, and Haldir shows up in the late teen chapters. Love, drama, magic and danger :)

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epilogue-and-prologue · 8 months

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Holding On

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings Ship/Pairing: Haldir x Reader Trope: Best Friends to Lovers Note: Took advantage of the potentially invented elven tradition of gifting someone your most precious possession after your first kiss :D. Warnings: Angst/Miscommunication - damn you Haldir/Slight smut if you squint and zoom at the very end. Word count: 2 836 Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

The gentle breeze brought a soft tune to your ears. Of course, he would be playing in the first hours of the night. What else could he do, before leaving for another long month of patrol? Certainly not seek you out. The bitter lingered.

Haldir was a dear and close friend of yours. He had drawn you in with his cheekiness and teasing words. You were lucky enough to know those sides of him, usually hidden. Unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of those same unruly sides, sometimes. It felt harder and harder with each joust of words to stop the ones you wanted to say from blurting out of your mouth. Today was about fixing that. Upon walking the narrow path, your eyes met his silhouette before he could see you. The length of his hair covered his face. His bow and arrows were left in the grass, carefully propped against a branch. His head rose, and he finally saw you. A flutter of wings came to life in your stomach. He smiled at you.

“What are you doing out this early, melon?”

You had no good answer for that. Knowing he was leaving was one thing. Seeing him do so, even in your dreams, was another. Every departure was a torment for you.

Your lips curled sadly with your next words.

“Why did you not say goodbye, Haldir?”

The underlying harshness of your tone startled him. He paled, his eyes growing wide. He did not expect that. Not from you. You who were gentle and kind. Soft-spoken and careful in all manners of life. He never wanted to disappoint you. Nor hurt you. After your first encounter, he knew very quickly your presence could never be replaced by anyone else. When he identified those feelings as more than friendship, he snuffed them out. The mere thought of losing you because of them was unbearable. Deep down, he knew you would not leave him so. Yet, he feared it all the same and kept himself quiet.

“I thought I did. What is happening to you?”

A heavy sigh. Again, your emotions had got the better of you. The loneliness he left behind was a most cruel sentiment to have. Or to hold on to. His hands had stopped playing, and he laid the instrument next to him.

“I am sorry. I fear my future loneliness at your departure is haunting me in advance.”

Haldir chuckled weakly. You always did have a way with words. Even more so since becoming a script here in the palace. Where he was the one leaving, you were always the one staying. It tore his heart in two to see you afflicted so. The Marchwarden did not know what to do to alleviate the sadness in your eyes. You stepped forward until he had to raise his head to look at you. Soon, you sat down in front of him. An itch went through him from his fingertips to his shoulder blade; how he wanted to touch you right now…

“And you woke up this early because of it? Have I altered your sleeping by my rudeness? — Do not flatter yourself that much, Haldir.”

Finally, a smile had made its way onto your face. You reckoned that being mad at him was not your best skill. Unwavering, he stared at you expectantly, wishing you would answer and share your troubles with him, as you always did. This time proved harder than the other ones.

“I have made a decision.”

His eyebrows rose.

“What kind of decision? — About… us.”

His heart skipped a beat, and his breath shortened. He frowned even more, at a loss for words.

“We have been friends for a long and appreciable time. — Yes, we have. — Please do not interrupt me, it is already so hard to do…”

You bit on your lip, your courage leaving as water out of its bed. His stare became more present, his fingers tapping an invisible rhythm against the earth. Could this be it? Or had he been a fool this whole time?

“As a token of my appreciation, I want you to have this.”

Out of your hand, a piece of paper neatly folded — just as you knew how to. He had had those notes before. When you wanted to see him but could not fetch him yourself. Or when you wanted to say anything to him while he was on patrol. He took the piece of paper, seemingly heavier than the lasts. It seemed to contain something. Before he could pry it open, you stopped him.

“I also want you to wait until you are at your post.”

He looked at you as if you had grown a second head.

“Humour me. — Oh, I will.”

You laughed with him this time, inclining your head on one side. He found it entirely too endearing.

“I will, I promise. — Thank you.”

The letter clutched in his hand, he found himself speechless again.

A loud sound announced his departure. A few of his comrades passed you by. They soon waited by the end of the path for him to follow.

“Goodbye, my friend.”

While saying the words, he grabbed what was his, placing your letter in an inside pocket close to his heart. You noticed. You smiled as brightly as you could.

“Safe travels, my friend.”

He smiled brightly back, always one to try to cheer you up. Before you could register what he had done, he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. His steps were barely echoing around you anymore when you realised. The flutter in your stomach turned into a full storm.

The advanced post took them three whole days to reach. During those three days, Haldir could not help himself from touching and toying with the piece of paper you left him with. He was patient; you knew that. When it came to you, he could have waited another lifetime. Yet, this simple piece of paper and what it contained, almost weightless, made him more impatient and frustrated than the longest watch had ever done.

Finally, he reached his destination, and they relieved the others from their patrol. He waited the middle of the night to be alone and open the gift you had left him with. The paper unfolded easily enough. It almost toppled the thin ring left inside. The details were weaved around it, organised in rows of leaves and polished silver. It could not have belonged to you. The size was too big, and the ornaments were indicative of a skilled touch. He held the jewel in his palm for the longest time, almost losing track of what he was supposed to watch out for. Luckily, his brother had joined him and kept an extra eye out when he saw him entranced by what an object he could not see. Rúmil only hoped it would be a good thing. And made a mental note to ask about it later on.

On the paper, read the following.

“Dear friend,

I have known you for the longest time. I have cared for you for just as long. In truth, I have more than cared for you. My friendship was soon turned into affections and my affections turned into love. True unbearable, unbreakable love. This seems sudden, I know, and if you do not feel the same, I wish you would forget all about this affair and we will go back to the way things were. I promise not to bring it up again. In my heart, I know that no matter what, I will always be by your side. I believe you know in our tradition, a first show of affection is to be rewarded by that which is most precious to us. With the ring, I hope to offer a payment in advance. You see, this belonged to my father. Before him, my grandfather and before him, my great grandfather. It has seen better times. I hope it will see better times. He passed it onto me, as his only child. It is my most precious and meaningful possession. I want you to have it, for if you feel the way I do, there is no other way forward but to spend the rest of my life with you.

You have known me to be meek, but when I am with you, I become brave. I want to be brave with you.

Again, if you do not wish for me in those ways, I will understand. That ring, nevertheless, shall always be yours, for I will never love anyone else.

With love, Your friend.”

Haldir’s breath stopped. The shock must have shown on his face, for the comrade next to him shook his shoulder in the hopes of waking him up from his reverie. A wide smile had spread across his face, his heart beating anew.

“Are you alright? — I am. Now go back to your posts, please.”

Never before had he said please when giving orders. They figured this letter must have broken his skull, for he spent the rest of the month whistling and daydreaming, spending more time alone than with them. The oldest knew. The youngest were still asking questions. When they received no answers, they settled for quiet speculations.

None of them could have figured out what was happening in Haldir’s head the whole time.

You waited for an answer.

It never came.

Your days were spent writing and copying the history of your people, under a strict supervision. Celeborn would have no mistake be made, whereas Galadriel encouraged you in more positive ways. They were nervous, for those scrolls were to be sent to other countries for archiving. They were a testimony and inheritance of your people’s knowledge and myths. No room for errors.

Alas, you were distracted. On the first week, you were wondering if anything had happened to Haldir during his trip to his post. Then, news came that his group had safely arrived. The second week, you convinced yourself he did not return your attachment and cried yourself to sleep every night. It was cruel, but you had expected it. After all, he was a Marchwarden and you were a mere scribe. The third one, right before he was supposed to come back, you willed yourself to go back to the way it was. He was probably giving you the space to mourn and grieve for what would never be. You had to let things go, eventually.

On the day he did come back, Haldir made no specific announcement to you, nor did he arrive during daylight. Rúmil had warned him about showing up at this hour, himself having gone directly to bed. Of course, he did not listen to his brother. Especially when he was teasing him about the love-struck face, he had a hard time hiding, all the way back home. The first thing he did was seek you out. Despite his restlessness, the odd hour triumphed over him, and he could not find you anywhere. Straight away, he went to your room, which for this hour should not have been this cold, nor this lifeless. Your bed was undone, it was obvious you had trashed around in it, the sheets left in disarray. Your work clothes were scattered around the floor. The windows were open, a faint trace of flowers in the air. He did not recognise this to be you. His worry only grew when he found inks and quills, papers thrown about on the desk. All of them with his name, some angry, others drowned in tears. The library was empty, your usual meeting point by the pond too. No guard could tell him where you had gone. He almost snapped his bow under the pressure of his hands. A quick detour to his room and he dropped off his bags and weapon. It was his fault. All of it. Not knowing what you wanted him to do, he had tried to write letters, never sending them out. It was all his fault for not telling you, even in unwisely chosen words, how he truly felt. What an actual idiot he had been. Only then did he realise where you must have been and ran.

The scribes had all left their working space. And here you were, hunched over and scrapping paper after paper, in your usual measured manners. He halted his steps. From where he was, he could not see your face, nor your hands, yet he was sure they were covered in ink stains and sore from having been overused. His feet reached you rapidly. You were about to cry out when you turned around.

Haldir had been right. You were wearing a wrinkled nightdress, clinging onto your skin with the sweat, your eyes haggard, hands covered in small ink stains. You probably had touched your face too, for it had several spots of ink there too. One by your left eye, over your eyelid. Another on your cheek, spread in a wild sprawl. The last ones on both your temples, where you must have tried to erase a headache.

As well as tears. So much tears growing in your eyes dying on your lips, nesting in your throat, making your skin damp when he reached for your face. How could he had let this happen?

“Why are you here? — I love you.”

He figured that in the state you were in, brutality was the swiftest way of ripping this sadness away. He did not think far enough to predict the anger that would follow.

“And you’re only telling me now!”

You wanted to hit him. Badly. Even tried to slap him. If it were not for his stupid reflexes, you might have done so. He would have let you, if the need to embrace you had not been so overwhelming. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before securing his arms around you. You relented, too tired to fight with him. Without warning, he picked you up a hand under your knees and the other on your back. Your hands secured against his neck as he carried you out. Haldir did not bother looking out for onlookers. They would have no answer from him anyway, too focused as he was on seeing your face for the first time in a month. It was lucky this mission had been this short, otherwise… He did not want to imagine otherwise. Your room was the closest, and he reached it first, settling you in bed. You were the one to stop him. Those pleading eyes he could not resist, and a need to rest his bones close to the person he wanted to be with. He laid down with you, and you fell asleep safe and sound in his arms.

* The next morning, he woke up with a back pain, in the bed only made for one. You were nowhere in sight. He sighed. Maybe you had gone to wash and would come back soon. He waited a little while before deciding he probably had the time to wash and change too until you arrived. As he had been previously, he was wrong.

When you came back an hour later — the ink had washed away with difficulty and you needed clean clothes — your room was empty. No traces left behind. Frustration took root within you. Where could he be? Showing up in the middle of the night, no notes, no nothing announcing his return. Not directly from him, at least. You had hoped for a letter or a missive. Something, anything.

He did not have another mission yet, as far as you knew. The only logical places he could be were the bathhouse or his chambers. You chose the latter. You stomped into his bedroom with no warning.

“You did not say goodbye, Haldir.”

A chill ran down his spine. His undressed state did not seem to phase you. But then again, he thought he was the only one in love in this relationship and it had proved wrong. Deciding against his first instincts, he put a light shirt on and walked to you. You wanted to slap the smirk off of his face. Just as much as you wanted to take that shirt off of him right this instant.

“No, you did not this time. — I did not?! How… — Please…”

This time, he was the one pleading for mercy. You were looking precious, like this. A nymph or a divine being, freshly out of the water, droplets dragging against your skin. Haldir’s thumb touched your lips lightly, plump and warm against his fingertips. Your breath shortened, anger drowned by him. By his arm around your waist, by his breath fanning over your cheek, his hair caressing your collarbones, your throat, firm hands mapping your back. The fire within you could not be stopped this time.

“If you start this… — I know.”

His lips touched yours, and the world was ablaze. He brought your legs against his hips. You could feel his desire against your core. Never before had you willingly surrendered to your feelings like this.

You felt the edge of a silver ring you knew by heart around his finger. You bit your lips hard and kissed him again, even harder.

There was no letting go now.

Only holding on.

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htchnr · 30 days

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♰ i fell in love with a war ༻ THRANDUIL.*ೃ˚

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CW ➻ non descriptive and vague smut at the start ⋆ NO HAPPY ENDING! ⋆ insinuation of one dying of a broken heart ⋆ mentions of war ⋆ mention of Haldir's death in Helm's Deep ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SONG ➻ a pearl , Mitski. (listening to the song while reading this will make it 10 times more heartbreaking, trust me!)

SUMMARY ➻ 'i fell in love with a war, and nobody told me it ended' — your marriage had become lifeless, years of his worrying over the troubles of battle, the threat of Sauron had grown, the border of the Woods closest had been weakened and good soldiers had been lost. so when he leaves for what he says is 'the last battle', you leave too. WC ➻ 1,9K.

it now feels bitter sweet, no longer could you feel the passion this one gave. your hands loosely hold onto his bare back as he moves against you, fingers no longer scratching up the length of his toned back, no longer gripping his broad shoulders. it had been many years since it had been that way.

you had felt him grow distant with the troubles of battle over the last few years. the threat of Sauron had grown, the border of the Woods closest had been weakened and good soldiers had been lost.

once you had felt sympathy for your king, once you had tried to bandage the damage up and nurse it back to the way it was. once.

a sharp thrust of his hips pulled you out of your bitter thoughts and back to reality, his head leaning against your shoulder as his body was pressed against yours. he was going to leave again. once more was he going to ride off to battle — one he said would be the final one, where they would finish Sauron's forces off for good.

you leaned your head back as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, you could not deny the physical pleasure from this, but the mental pleasure had been stripped away long ago. you felt him shudder, before finally finding his release.

his movements stilled as he spilled inside you, keeping this position for a little longer before inevitably pulling out and laying beside you. you closed your eyes and turned on your side, your back to him. "are you tired, my love?" his voice came and your chest contracted in a painful way.

you merely hummed, shifting your head against the pillow. you could feel something painful on his end as well. did he know? did he feel the same way?

it mattered little, you supposed, as you lay there. you closed your eyes and tried to reach a meditative state, for you to pass as sleeping. you laid there for a while, Thranduil stroking the ends of your hair. you were honestly a little surprised at the amount of time it took him to leave.

usually it did not take him long, he would call upon his close servant to get water for you and then leave himself. now, he stayed. long slender fingers stroking your hair as he lay beside you. maybe, you thought, he felt the same way. maybe he had realised how distant the pair of you had become, how lifeless your marriage turned.

you were not sure how long the two of you had laid there, only that you could hear the very first of the early morning birds through the tall skylight. you had always admired it, it felt fitting somehow that the king had such a thing in his quarters.

you were never quite sure where it led outside, for you it had always seemed a mystery as well as a possible security concern. though, you thought, if it had remained after the grand palace halls had been built, safety wouldn't be a concern.

almost trained as the guard's shift change, Thranduil got up. you felt his eyes on you, it truly felt as one last glance, you thought to yourself. as if he knew it too somehow. perhaps on his end, he was merely afraid of how the battle would end. maybe he had not felt how distant the pair of you had grown, maybe it was simply the fear of the result of the war.

something selfish inside you hoped it was not the war, that he had felt the rift between you two and was afraid of what awaited him when he returned from battle.

but the moment he stood from your shared bed that selfish part was squashed as you heard him pull on a robe and open the heavy doors of the room and leave. you had not heard a word to a guard or servant about anything, only the sound of the door shutting behind him.

you let out a sigh you had been holding for hours, the feeling of the long breath leaving your chest relieved you in a way. you sat up, pushing the satin coverlets off of you as you stood. you moved emotionlessly around the space as you dressed, gathering the last things of yours in an empty basket you had left in a corner a few weeks ago.

you moved to set the basket down by the door, only stopping when your eye caught sight of a piece of parchment on his large desk. you paused, brows furrowing in a twang of sadness as your eyes took in what was on the parchment — a sketch of you.

you took a deep breath and let out an even deeper breath, shaking your head as you set the basket down by the door. you walked over to the large elegant mirror near it, checking your appearance. you sighed as you moved closed to the mirror and grabbed your brush, brushing your hair and simply tucking it behind your ears before finding yourself content with your appearance.

you had to see the king and the army off. you wish it could say that it pained you, standing there amidst the Elder Council and the guards who would remain to guard the palace halls, watching him go — but you felt no different anymore. there had been a time when you would stand here with tears pricking at your eyes and an ache in your heart out of fear.

now you merely stood, head held high as the king gave a speech. you took note of your personal guard beside you, "are my things ready?" you muttered to him, and he confirmed. Thranduil's eyes found yours as he spoke to his people and you were surprised that the usually stoic king's eyes held more emotion than yours. you saw a twitch of his brow, perhaps a twitch of hurt that you seemed to be indifferent about his leave.

"good." you responded to your guard, keeping your eyes in front of you as your Thranduil finished his speech, preparing to leave. you were set to leave for your sister's home in Lothlórien as soon as the army was far enough out. the recent death of her husband Haldir had left her beyond broken and alone, yet completely surrounded by people.

you watched as the king and the army turned in sync, then marched out towards the gate at the forest's edge. you remained stood with the guards and members of the Elder Council until the army had passed through the gate and out of sight.

you let out a small breath of relief as everyone turned to return inside, you followed along with them until you parted to return back to your shared quarters to get the basket you left. your guard, Elfir took the basket from your hold and showed you to the stables where your things had been gathered into bags and attached to the saddle of your horse.

you walked with him down the winding halls, the same tall, high reaching halls you once dearly loved, now felt empty and uncared for as you walked through them. you reached the stables, Elfir putting the last things into a bag before securing it all.

you stepped towards your horse, holding the gentle creatures snout as you petted it. a heavy feeling had set in you now. a heavy, painful and definitive feeling that lay heavy on your chest. there was no going back once you had left. you leaned your head against your horse’s snout, your eyes closed.

“oh Elfir,” you sighed painfully. leaving turned out to pain you more than you thought it would. though, when you think about it, it’s leaving the people around you that pains you. you and Thranduil had long since departed, the marriage had been lifeless for years.

no, it was the farewell of people like Elfir, the kitchen staff you always praised so highly after every meal, the stable hand who always cared as deeply for your horse as you did. you lifted your head from your horse’s snout, opening your eyes again. “i am going to miss you dearly,” you spoke to Elfir.

he nodded, “i will miss you too, my queen.” a sad twinge to his voice as he watched the stable hand ready your horse.

though, as painfully sad as your departure was, it was equally freeing. no longer would you have to slowly wither away within your lifeless marriage, no longer would your heart slowly die each time you thought of you what you could’ve had each time you’d see him.

you could return to your beloved sister, care for her while she grieved, hold her and be there with her. sure, you had obviously had chances to see her, for she would visit you and you would visit her, but with the war you had not been permitted to leave the palace under any circumstance by Thranduil.

and a part of you had died everyday that you could not be with her. the plans of leaving had begun to heal that part inside you, slowly piecing it back together.

the road been dangerous, but with your guards at your side and the promise of being free and reunited with your sister it was much more bearable.

a part of you has wondered since that day you left, what Thranduil’s reaction was upon returning to the palace and finding you had left. you knew for certain he had made it through the battle and returned, as Elfir had sent a letter to you, and as you had asked, he had left out what the king’s reaction had been.

you hoped deep down that it would free him as well, to no longer be trapped in a lifeless marriage. to no longer be chained to one another by a surely suffocating responsibility of fulfilling his duty to you as your husband.

though, you knew that it would not free him. you knew that it would slowly drown him as time passed. he loved you deeply and dearly, a kind of love that doesn't come often. though the marriage had slowly died off, his undying love for you had not.

and you knew his love would never falter, no matter if it would be the end of him.

this turned out so much more strangely bitter and depressing at the end than i intended or expected 😭😭💔 and i will apologise with a fluffy fic I SWEAR 🥲🩷

#⋆୨🩷©2024 htchnr #⋆୨⭐️thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil imagine #thranduil smut #thranduil angst #thranduil oneshot #lotr x reader #lotr x you #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #lotr angst #the hobbit angst #angst no comfort

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sachiko1309 · 3 months

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You are ours to please

Summary: just pure smut, not much plot. This is the epiloge of a fanfiction I have written on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as it is finished now when I posted this. 😉🥰

Word count: 4521

Warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, dom! Haldir, dom! Legolas, sub! reader, double penetration, anal, blackout and aftercare. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!!

I found myself in the bathroom of Haldir, Legolas and my room in Imraldis. The three of us managed to sneak away as the festivities of Legolas and my wedding were on a high, hoping that our disappearance would go unnoticed. It would be very unlikely between all the elves, but I couldn’t help myself but hope. Now I was naked in the big bathtub, that had more in common with a pool than a bathtub. It was embedded in the ground, deep enough that I was covered up to my chest when standing.

Legolas had joined me in the tub, while Haldir was sitting on the edge, watching us with his usual strong gaze. Like a predator, Legolas had slowly stalked me down, until I found myself pressed against the edge and between Haldirs legs. His naked thighs caging me in, hands holding me by my shoulders as if he was presenting me to Legolas.

Soon the other ellon was standing in front of me, a sly smile on his lips, as he saw in my eyes how much this position turned me on. “You like that, don’t you?” He asked and I couldn’t help but blush, looking aside to hide my embarrassment. Haldirs callused fingers tilted my head back to look at Legolas. “Answer him, meleth. How much do you like this?”

“Very.” I softly whispered, not really able to get much more out of my mouth. Legolas grin turned wolfish, as he took another step towards me. “By Valar how much I love it, when you are a little slut for us…” He turned to looked at Haldir. “Isn't she beautiful like this? Flustered and riled up. Ready to take us as we please?” A growl grew behind me, the grip on my shoulders reaching lower, weighing my breasts. “Indeed, it is, gwanur. Makes me want to take her right here. See how much she is able to take.”

His words felt like they had a double meaning. And when Legolas ears perked up, I knew they had planned something. “Well… there are ways to test how much she is capable to take. I wonder if she is willing to do it.” Them speaking about me, as if I wasn’t in the room, set something free in me, that I didn’t know I had. Immediately, I melted into Haldirs hands, not really thinking about where I was and what they had planned. All I could think about was them filling me up. Marking my body and fucking me senseless.

That’s why I nearly missed Haldir speaking up again: “Look at that. She is already a goner and we haven’t really started. Are you sure you want to do this, gwanur? She doesn’t look like she can handle much more…”

“Please…” I begged. “I want to do it.”

“You don’t even know what it is, nin iell.” Haldir whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to spread over my body. “I don’t care.” I whimpered. “I need you. Both of you. Now. Please. Make the heat go away… I cant… I need…” My sentence got interrupted with the sudden moan that rang through the room, when Haldirs fingers squeezed my nipples between them.

Legolas closed the distance between us, pressing me against the cold stone tiles on my back. Even though the water was hot, it suddenly felt cold compared to the heat that rose in my body. “You wanna take us both? At the same time?” He asked, speaking out what both of them had in mind. I froze at the offering, my eyes widening in shock, snapping between the two men. There was no uncertainty, no tease in them. Just honest curiosity and honest worry about me. “You don’t have to, nin galad. We don’t want to pressure you.” Legolas quickly added, misreading my silence as fear.

“Okey.” I said, trying to make my voice sound strong, but I failed miserably.

“What?” Legolas asked.

“I wanna try it.” I repeated, clearing what I wanted. “You made me curious and now I wanna know.”

Both men exchanged a look, before the sly smiles crept upon their faces once again. “You are such a good little slut for us, do you know that?” Haldir asked, close to my ear and his tone send shivers down my spine. “Such a greedy little girl. So desperate to be fucked, that you don’t care about anything else, isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, letting my head lull back against his stomach. “I want you to take me. Please. I need you!”

“Start it!” Haldir growled and Legolas didn’t hesitate for one second, catching my lips in a searing kiss.

As my hands lifted, one to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of hair, and the other to his biceps, Legolas shoulders relaxed. His body was impossibly warm, skin searing beneath my palms as I pressed myself forward, reveling in it. Legolas soft and warm lips curved into a soft smile as his free hand found my waist. My heartbeat feeling too fast, too heavy for me to comprehend anything else.

When his tongue pressed to the seam of my lips, eager to deepen the kiss and sink entirely into it, the reprieve of the water was lost. There was only heat; the wall of muscle that was his body, the soft press of his hands as they gripped my hip, his mouth as he swallowed the noises of my pleasure eagerly, his heavy groan as I pressed even closer.

It silenced every thought that raced through my mind. I had imagined this a thousand times before, dreamt about it more often than I dared to admit. Having them both take me at the same time was something that had wandered my mind a long time, but I was always too scared to asked them to do it. Fearing they might be taken aback by it, or worse lose their respect for me.

With every swipe of his fingers, touch teasing as he brushed along the expanse my stomach, up my sides, just beneath the swell of my breast, my body grew warmer. It was all dizzying, more than I could have ever asked for.

Any thoughts of the future, the past, the moments in between, all ceased to exist as Legolas nipped at my bottom lip, biting into it, and dragging a loud moan from my throat. And when I broke the kiss to catch my breath, he simply redirected. His lips brushing along the curve of my jaw, down my throat, marking the soft skin of my shoulder and neck. Warm hands trailed lower, fingers wrapping around my thighs and lifting to hitch me over his hips as his teeth nipped at my pulse point just beneath my ear. “We thought about this a long time.” He whispered; his voice strained in harsh self-control.

“You’ve…?”

Luckily, he managed to follow my train of thought where my voice failed. “We have lost track of how often, meleth.” He admitted, pausing only to mouth at the valley of my breasts. “It has been a deep wish for both of us. Have you take us at the same time. Caught between us, nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide. Forced to take the pleasure we give to you.”

As difficult as it was to formulate a coherent sentence, I blinked through the blurry vision that started to form in front of my eyes. “Thought about it too.” It was breathless, as Legolas hands lifted to my breasts, his touch certain as he kneaded the soft skin. “Wanted this. Both of you the same.” I added to make clear that I was consenting to this.

“We know.” Now it was Haldir that took lead of the conversation, enabling Legolas to fully concentrate on what he was doing. “You’re not subtle, nin iell.”

I gasped, not knowing if it was because of Legolas suddenly sucking on my nipple, or Haldirs confession that they knew I wanted it the whole time. Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled my stomach. Lust clouding my thoughts. He made it difficult for me to do more than groan, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety I had felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers. They had a way of making me feel as if I was the only person in the world, the only one worthy of their time and attention.

“Please.” The plea was muffled, breathed into the night, but Legolas understood. His hum of acknowledgement was accompanied by one last sharp tug on my nipple, making me gasp. “I know, nin galad.” His hand dipped between my thighs, fingers ghosting along the sensitive inner skin as he met my eyes. “We are going to give you what you want.”

Soft hands ghosted along my thighs, pressing closer and closer to the aching center as Legolas leaned in to nose at the hinge of my jaw. A plea for more was on the tip of my tongue, a request for him to just touch me where I wanted it the most, but before I could ask, his fingers swiped through my folds. His thumb caught on the sensitive bundle of nerves and sent a jolt down my spine.

Legolas mouth curving into a grin, eager to hear just how good he made me feel. I imagined he would tease, take his time to work me into a frenzy. But his touch wasn’t rushed, there was no need for him. He knew he had all the time in the world.

There was a deliberateness to the swipe of his fingers through my folds, a sharp precision that had my vision turning blurry at the edges as he finally sank a finger into my heat, my body arching into his as he shifted even closer. Haldirs grip of his fingers pressed me against his abdomen, holding me upright as Legolas blue eyes searched my face. The grip would likely leave a bruise but I couldn’t wait to see the outline of his touch in the morning. Giving evidence of what had happened.

Focused on my pleasure, I felt the press of his cock against my hip growing more noticeable with every swipe of his fingers. The hard, heavy appendage twitched with each moan that escaped my mouth, with every gasp, as his fingers brushed against the spot that had me seeing stars.

Though the water and dimmed fair light made it difficult to see much, I could clearly see the size of him as my fingers swiped at the sensitive head. The thought of feeling him, of taking all that he had to give, made me clench around his fingers causing him to groan: “Careful of what you are setting in motion, because if you think that’s going to distract me from ruining you, you are wrong.” Behind me, I could hear Haldir chuckle lowly at his words, his fingers finding their way once again to my breasts and lower.

Slowly pushing me forward, he sunk into the water behind me, his hot and hard body pressing against my back and I could feel how turned on he got by just watching. When he had reached low enough to take a hold of my knees, he lifted me from the floor. Now I was hanging in his arms, unable to do much more than twitch, while Legolas worked me relentlessly.

The press of his fingers growing more insistent with every swipe of my hand, with every brush of my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and with every gasp that left my lips. He mouthed at the damp skin between my breasts, breath fanning over my hard nipples and leaving me with goosebumps, as his thumb circled my aching clit.

“Please.” He hummed at my pleads, as my fingers tugged at his hair. “Want to feel you. Need to feel you.” I pleaded, eager to finally feel them after spending so long imagining this moment. “Please.”

A small part of me expected a taunt, a tease from at least one of them, that called me a needy slut, but they seemed just as desperate as I was. “Whatever you want, nin iell.” Legolas acquiesced, hand leaving my center after a final circle to my bundle of nerves. Even as I whined at the loss, he shushed me. “Its alright, little one. We are here to take care of you.” Haldir shifted his position, tapping my leg to encourage me to wrap it around Legolas waist. The younger ellon smirking at the shaking of my limbs, as I waited to finally feel him. He kept his eyes trained on my face as he took a brief moment to tease.

The head of his cock caught at my entrance, pulling a soft gasp from my mouth as my hands wrapped around Haldirs neck to gain some sort of stability. I tipped my head to kiss the man holding me, desperate to kiss him for a long time now, as Legolas began to press forward.

Every inch of Legolas filling me felt incredible, too much but not quite enough at the same time, and I allowed myself a moment to revel in the feeling, moaning into Haldirs mouth. Having both of them so close, and being full of Legolas, was overwhelming in the best way. Haldir eagerly swallowed my noises of pleasure, took them in stride as he gave me a moment to adjust to the feeling of Legolas buried deep inside my core.

Legolas didn’t move, waiting for us to break our kiss. Slowly Haldir loosened my grip around his neck, wrapping my arms around the other elf instead. I wanted to argue, but the words I wanted to speak falling out of my head, when I felt Haldirs hands move. He started to stroke my sides, slowly making his way lower and down my back, gripping my ass tightly. I twitched in anticipation, my walls fluttering around Legolas cock, making him growl slightly. “Are you still sure about this?” Haldir asked and I nodded. “Words, nin ithil. I need you to say it.” He demanded, quickly dipping into his commanding voice.

“I am sure. Please. I want to feel you both.” I whimpered, clinging on to Legolas, split in fear and hot anticipation that run through my veins.

“Okey. Than stay like that. Its going to make things easier.” Haldir said and I could feel him move around. “Try to relax as much as possible. You are going to feel pressure. Just tell me, when its getting to much, or you want me to go slower, okey?”

“Okey.” I shut my eyes, searching for my safe place inside of me. Then I could feel the cold tip of his fingers press against my anus. Out of reflex I tensed up, whimpering. “Easy, little girl. We are here. Relax. Nothing is going to hurt you.” He murmured, kissing up and down my back, making me moan, when he bit into my shoulder. Before I even knew it, he had pushed one finger in and I was overwhelmed with the sudden fullness. “Fuck.” I breathed out, arching my back instinctively.

“Good?” He asked, lips still pressed against my skin.

“Yes… More please, Commander.” I whined, desperate to feel more.

He was going slower this time, pumping his finger in and out and when we reached a certain point, I knew why. A second finger putting slight pressure against my hole. “Breath, meleth. You are doing so good.” Taking his advice, I filled my lungs with air. “Hold your breath.” He ordered. “I am going to push, when you breath out, okey? When you are ready just do it.” I nodded, holding my breath a few second, before relaxing every muscle in my body and letting the air go. I could feel the next push to be wider, stretching me to a point that was just sharp for me to tap out, but then it was over. His two fingers sitting snugly inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.

Haldir was biting my neck in a split second to distract me from any pain, pressing me closer to Legolas, while smothering me with kisses and praises. “You did so good, nin galad. So, so good for us. I am proud of you.” Suddenly his fingers were moving once again, slowly fucking in and out of me.

“Yes… yes.” I mewled, arching into his movements, pressing my back against his chest. “Don’t stop, Commander. It feels so good.” He groaned at my words, capturing my lips with his, while he guided another finger to my hole. This time I was quicker to relax, making it easier for him to fill me up even more. Again, it shortly felt like it was too much, making me wince in pain. Both men stopped what they were doing, searching fear in my body language or my eyes, but there was none. Just pure lust and desire that were washing through my body.

I relaxed once more, allowing Haldir to move his fingers, stretching me and making me ready for his cock. Legolas tried his best to keep his face straight, but I could feel that the pressure Haldirs finger produced and the strokes he could feel through my wall made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

“This feels even better than I imagined.” Legolas admission lingered on the edge of breathless, words nearly slurred. “Feels like heaven, bereth nin.” Him calling me his wife for the first time, made me rear up, a desperate yell on my lips. I nearly missed the possessive grin that formed on his lips. “Wife? That word is what makes you so needy? I thought us calling you a greedy little slut, made for only us to use and filled with our cum is what usually gets you going.” I whimpered even more, closing my eyes and falling back onto Haldirs chest, who just chuckled, keeping his act up on preparing my other hole for his cock.

“I think it still does, gwanur.” He growled. Legolas voice as smug as his, when he answered: “Oh I feel the same. So not only do you want to be a cock hungry slut, but a cock desperate wife? Is it that? Us possessing you not only by law but by the way we treat you? Use you to our pleasure only?”

“Yes!” I mewled, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. “I want you to own me. Mark me. I want to be used by you and nobody else.”

“That’s right, bereth.” Legolas kept on talking sinful words into my ear. “There will be only us who are fucking you. No man will ever be good enough to have you. Because there simply is no man capable of giving you what you need. Only your prince and your commander.”

“Oh god!” I cried out, my limps starting to shake with anticipation. “Please. I cant… Please take me. I need you to take me!”

“Hmmm you are begging so beautiful.” Legolas hummed, looking above me at an equally smug Haldir. “I think she deserves some relieve, doesn’t she mellon?”

“That she does.” I heard Haldir groan behind me, slowly pulling his fingers out of me and pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance. When I gave him the green light, he carefully pushed in and the unknown feeling had me seeing stars in seconds. Both of the men held still, letting me catch a breath and get used to the feeling of being fully stuffed. They waited until I gave my okey, setting a slow and sensual pace that soon turned into hot torture.

I didn’t know how they managed to hold and fuck me, but I wasn’t able to spent a thought on it anyways. My mind was way too fogged up with the tingly feeling that started to spread from my center towards every string in my body. I closed my eyes, my head lulling back onto Haldirs shoulders, nails gripping and scratching Legolas shoulders. “Oh god, please. This feels so good.” I moaned, my voice slurred and shaky. The only thing I could focus on was the searing warmth of their chests caging me in, the sting of Legolas fingers digging into my thighs, and Haldirs bruising grip on my hips.

Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. One of Haldirs hands sneaking around my body, settling between my legs and on the bundle of nerves. Slowly he started to circle it, tugging a string of curses out of me, when the heat in my body started to rise even further.

I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than their names. They didn’t seem to mind, however, every cry that left my lips spurred them on. “We got you.” Haldir promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. Legolas hips moved faster, sending water sloshing around us, matching the speed of Haldirs fingers on my clit. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my own pleasure. I could see it in his eyes. They were dark and blown with lust, trained on my face, taking in every twitch of my expression, feeding his arrogance with it.

And then it happened. I barreled over the edge, vision turning black at the edges and lips parting. Legolas mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would alarm everyone close by. Haldir had his lips on my neck, sucking dark marks onto my skin, soothing the stinging pain with his soft tongue. Their actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around both of their cocks. That had Legolas nipping at my bottom lip in a warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. “Watch it, nin iell.” He teased. “You don’t want to end it that quickly do you?”

“No!” I yelped, tugging Haldirs hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. “Good girl.” He growled behind me. “Because you take what we give you, like the good little slut you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Commander!” I cried out. “I will take whatever you give me.”

At my words Legolas growled deeply, the grasp on my thighs turning painful, as he tried his best to keep him from coming right then and there. “I will never get over the feeling of your tight little pussy gripping my cock so hard. Because you are doing it so good, like a forsaken vixen.” Grabbing my throat, he pulled me in for a harsh kiss, interrupting the things I wanted to say.

“Yes, nin ithil?” He asked, speeding up his tempo, riling me further into Haldir.

“I forgot.” I mumbled, fingers grabbing anything they could feel. He laughed out at my words, letting go of my throat. “Already forgetting yourself? And we haven’t even been going that long.”

“I don’t care.” I whined. Relishing in the fire in my core. “I want more. Please, give me more.”

“Of course, meleth. Everything you want.” He answered, now thrusting as deep into me as he could. I let myself completely go. Not spending one thought on anything else than being fucked. “Kiss your Commander!” Legolas ordered, and as quick as I could, I turned my head. Switching my arms from Legolas shoulders to Haldirs neck, I let myself fall into the harsh kiss of my first husband. He gripped my neck, cutting off the air from filling my lungs and I knew that he was close to coming, his actions set on tipping me over the edge one last time.

I relished in the feeling of how they filled me up to the brim.

How Legolas stretched me with every move, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

How Haldir forced himself against the rhythm of Legolas, massaging me as well.

The lush sounds they drew from me filled the room, mixing with the water splashing around us. I was a goner. Theirs, the moment Legolas decided to kiss me. That little loss of self-control he had, leading to this incredible constellation. I tapped Haldirs hand, to signal him I needed air. Desperately I sucked a breath down my throat, the sudden allowance of blood to my head, making my vision spin around. “I love you. Both of you!” I cried out, my body shaking between them and I wondered how I was still upright.

And all of that possession they had over me, fueled the heat in my core to the point I wasn’t even sure if I wasn’t already burning alive. “Promise me to never leave me.” I whimpered, clenching and shivering around their cocks. “Never, nin galad. We are never going to leave you. You are our bereth and we will give you the world. By Valar, we would kill for you, if it meant you will stay safe.” Haldir growled, gripping my hair, and turning my head once more to kiss him.

I could feel Legolas bending down to suck on my breasts, a hand I couldn’t identify sneaking between my legs again, pinching my sensitive pearl softly between two fingers. I arched my back against Haldirs chest, clasping onto Legolas arms. The knot in my core now under so much tension, that he threatened to snap any moment. Of course, they knew. They always did. Holding me by my neck with a bruising grip, Haldir stopped the kiss, forcing me to look at the other man, growling in my ear: “Cum. Now!”

And I did. Screaming out in pure bliss, I shuddered in their arms. My walls rhythmically flickering around their cocks. I didn’t know if my eyes were open or not, because my vision just went black, causing me to slump against a hard chest. The last thing I felt was hot seed shooting up my holes.

The next thing I saw, was the ceiling and the bathroom faucets being painted in soft yellow lights from the torches on the wall. Slowly my senses came back to me and I could feel Haldir clean me up softly. Concentrating on the feeling between my legs, I noticed, that Legolas kneeled beside me, holding a glass of water. “Hello there, meleth.” He softly said, helping me sit up. Handing me the glass of water he watched me closely, ready to catch me again.

“You blacked out for a few moments. We cleaned you roughly and got you some water.” He filled me in, taking the empty glass from my hands, steadying my frame, when I tried to get up. But once he saw how I tried to get towards the bedroom on wobbly feet, he just picked me up, carrying me through the door and setting me down on the bed. Soon both of my husbands joined me under the sheets, securely wrapping me up between them.

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