36. Chapter Thirty-Six
The sharp peaks of Hithaeglir stood out against the blue/black sky. As soon as morning was near, the three lovers quietly slipped from camp. Orophin knew where they were heading and had taken the last watch for himself, so that none would bar their leaving. He smiled and waved as they rode off, then turned and shivered. The fell mood that came over him surprised him. 'There is naught to fear. The Yrch are dead or well-hidden. We will harry the ones remaining so that they will have no time to look for prey. I hope Haldir does not let his guard down, no matter what he is about.' He smiled again.
Haldir had no intention of letting his guard down. In the back of his mind, he still reeled from the atrocities that had been done to him. As much as he had promised Legolas and Haldirriel that he was ready, he knew in his heart that he was not. But - he felt if he did not do something soon, he would never let another touch him, either in love or in simple play. He clenched his teeth as he rode, wishing for the hundredth time that he had not started this. The closer they rode to the hot springs, the harder his hands shook, so much so that he found it difficult to hold onto the horse's reins.
Haldirriel rode closer. "Is there aught amiss?"
"Nay," he slowed down, "though the air seems a little chilly."
She looked at him in surprise. "Is that why your hands are shaking?"
"Morgoth's breath," he swore. "I am afraid. Is that so wrong?"
She pulled up and jumped from her horse. He stopped his and waited. Legolas, riding slightly ahead, realized he was no longer being followed and pulled up. Turning his horse back to them, he cried out, "Is aught amiss?"
Haldir laughed sarcastically, "Nay. Naught amiss at all." He began to weep.
Haldirriel walked slowly towards him. "Step down, Haldir."
He shook his head. "Nay. We should ride on. No reason to stop now. The decision has been made." He drew in a deep breath. "Best we continue and get this over with."
She took his reins in her hand and put her other hand on his thigh. He jumped. "This is not something to get over with, Haldir. We do not have to do this."
"Yes, we do. I need to do it, do you understand? I need to believe I can do it. That I can be touched." He shuddered. "I need to be touched. I miss it," he sobbed. "I miss the feel of your arms about me. I miss lying in our bed together, just lying side by side. Not even touching. It has been too long. I feel as if I have lost a part of myself. I cannot do this any longer, Haldirriel. I need you."
The Silvan Elf jumped down from his own horse, a puzzled look on his face. Legolas listened in wide-eyed wonder at Haldir's confession. For some reason, he had thought that at least Haldir and Haldirriel had been sleeping together all this long year, even if they had not invited him to their bed. The knowledge was dumb-founding. He reached up and took Haldir's hand. "Dismount, Haldir, and rest a moment. It matters not if we reach the hot springs today or tomorrow. You are weary."
Haldir shuddered as Legolas touched him, then grit his teeth and accepted the hand. He slid off his horse and stood before them, shamefaced. "I am trying. I am really trying."
Haldirriel stepped closer. "May I touch you?"
He shook his head.
"Then sit with us. We will make a fire and eat our noon meal now. It is a little early, but I am hungry. Legolas is right. We will take a rest and continue on the morrow, if you want to. If not, we will turn around and return home."
"Nay!" The strength of his voice surprised even him. "We cannot stop. Did you not hear what I said? I must do this." His voice cracked. "I must."
"Then we will not turn around," Haldirriel said placatingly. "We will take our meal now, rest for a time, and then continue on. We should reach the hot springs before dark. We will then pitch our camp and sleep. On the morrow, we will discuss what is the next step."
"The next step is I fuck you both or fade!"
Haldirriel shook. "Say no such thing! It is foul!"
Legolas stepped forward, "I say fuck us both," and smiled.
Haldir looked at him in surprise. Then, a small smile quirked at his mouth. "Hard?"
"As hard as you can."
Legolas quickly tore off his tunic. Haldirriel stood back in some alarm. "He said both of us," the Wood Elf opined, "I think that means you too."
Haldirriel pulled her tunic over her head, unlaced her under blouse and leggings and let them fall. Kicking off her boots, she lay down in the dirt. "I am open to such an arrangement."
Legolas laughed aloud. "You were always faster than me," and finished pulling down his own breeches. Kicking off his boots, he lay down beside her.
Haldir stood with his mouth open.
"Well," Legolas said quietly, "if you do not want to touch us, may we touch each other?"
Haldir nodded slowly.
Legolas turned towards Haldirriel, "My Lady, what is your pleasure?"
Disconcerted, it took a moment for her to realize what Legolas was doing, trying to show Haldir the beauty in their love-making, reminding him of the pleasure of it. She smiled coyly. "Luitho nin a thelien lín, hîr nîn," She repeated it in Westron; it sounded filthier, "Use me for thy sport, my Lord."
Legolas smiled and lowered himself closer to her nether regions. He looked at Haldir, then touched her with his tongue. She arched forward with a surprised scream. As he continued ministering to her, she shuddered. It had been so long, so very long since she had been touched there. His tongue worked her until she could scarce breath. "Elbereth!" she screamed and came. Legolas sat back on his haunches. "Too bad. I had other things I was going to do."
"The day is young, Legolas, mayhap I could play with you for a bit? Return the favor?"
Legolas rolled onto his back. She leaned over him and bit his left nipple. He pulled in his breath and clenched his fists as she continued to nibble and lave it with her tongue.
"There are two, you know," he encouraged her.
She giggled and moved to his other side, repeated the tender ministrations on his right nipple whilst her right hand continued to pinch and tweak the left nipple. Legolas took deeper breaths, holding himself as still as he could. "Valar, your tongue is talented."
She stopped. "What would you wish of me, Legolas Greenleaf?"
"Aníron gen sogel eredh nín," he whispered and, as she had done, repeated it in course Westron. " I want you to drink my seed."
"That is easily accomplished, hîr nîn." She licked her hand, long and sensuously, then bent her head and touched his cock.
He clenched his teeth at the suddenness of the assault, then let out his breath. "Talented indeed, Haldirriel," he said through gusts of breath. "Lavo nin! Lick me!"
She did. She took the head and drew it deep into her mouth while she stroked with her wetted hand the part that would not fit. After a bit, she moved her hand down to his sack and gently rubbed the two balls together. She laughed between licks as he bucked. "You like this, Little Leaf? How about this?"
He screamed when she inserted two fingers into him. Thrashing his head to and fro, he moaned loudly. His whole body became as stone; his cock shot forth a thick stream of cum; she licked it, savoring his taste. "Too long, meleth nín, too long." She sat back and looked at him. "You are a lovely sight."
Legolas smiled at her. "Mayhap our lovely Haldir would join us?"
A/N - All the more 'interesting' phrases are from this website - bless them for their diligence in research! http://www.esteliel.de/forum/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=76;
1) Melethron nîn - my love (male); 2) Hithaeglir - Misty Mountains; 3) Luitho nin a thelien lín, hîr nîn - Use me for thy sport, my Lord; 4) Aníron gen sogel eredh nín - I want you to drink my seed; 5) Lavo nin! - Lick me!; 6) Meleth nín - My love
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