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lotr_sesaTitle: "Captured"
Pairing: Haldir/Celeborn
Fandom: LOTR FPS
Author: Barbara![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t pretend to own the characters or the world. I just amuse themselves with them for fun, not profit.
Comments: Thanks tocaras_galadhon for the beta and the Sindarin picking.
Notes: This one is forbluegerl who asked for Elves, action, and a very specific quote.
Summary: A choice had already been made for Haldir.
Haldir of Lorien followed the path of the stream, letting the running water wash away all sign of his passage. Leaf and earth could betray even the most careful woodsman; water was more forgiving. His quarry would be following the water. Haldir was certain of it. It’s what he would have done if he was the one being hunted.
When a twig snapped, Haldir spun around, bow raised, and scanned the wood. Did that bush on the eastern bank tremble slightly? If it did, it was not stirred by the wind. Haldir smiled and tensed. One’s quarry was always most dangerous when it was being brought to bay. Moving as quickly as caution would allow, Haldir made his way near silently across the loose stone on the stream’s back and into the woods where the trees would grant him some measure of cover. The problem with following water is that it left you more exposed than the wood.
The trees and brush in this part of the Golden Wood grew thick and wild, and Haldir traded his bow for knives. The blades whispered from their sheaths with a sound no louder than the wings of a thrush brushing against the air. He took a single step. Another. Not a single leaf stirred at his passing. All the wood was still, save for the sound of breeze and bird, stream and squirrel.
Haldir knew his quarry was out there, felt the prickle of unseen eyes tracking his movements. He wasn’t sure if it was slight sound or shadow that had him spin, knife arcing in a blow that struck a tree as his opponent ducked, grabbing his other wrist to stop the descent of his second blade. He tugged the other one free of the tree just as a solid blow landed on his jaw and he slid into darkness.
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Haldir woke to pain. His jaw throbbed dully, and something unpleasant pulled in his neck when he tipped his head. Twigs and dried leaves crackled and pricked against his skin. Skin? Haldir's eyes snapped open, only to find his vision obscured by a strip of cloth covering his eyes. Blindfolded. He lunged up, at least as far as he was able with the ropes that held him fast, pulled at the restraints until a cool blade came to rest on his throat. He swallowed cautiously, knowing the metal would be honed to a fine edge.
Even though Haldir knew what was expected, which is why he always played this game to win, the words wouldn’t come. He didn’t have his brothers’ skills to flatter or charm, to coax mercy from one who was not obligated to show him any.
"I would have walked into Mordor for you." The words were tinged with frustration as he wished he had the ability to conjure something more compelling than loyalty. The stretch of silence after he spoke was long enough to make him squirm to relieve the pressure of a stone pressing into his back, long enough for him to wonder if he’d been left to the mercies of the moles and mockingbirds.
"You have already walked into Mordor once with me." There wasn’t the slightest hint of either anger or amusement in the voice.
"Yes, and that makes my offer even more impressive, wouldn’t you say?” Haldir wished he could see the effect, if any, his words had on his captor. Instead, he felt the blade lifted from his throat.
"Sometimes, mellon nin, you are entirely too clever for your own good."
Haldir's lips quirked into a smile. "I'm not sure that's possible, my lord."
"Your current situation suggests otherwise." Celeborn rested his fingers on Haldir's chest. "You followed the signs I left so well, I thought for certain you knew I was baiting you."
Baiting? Haldir's jaw tensed. "That is hardly fair." His words trailed off as strong fingers ran lightly over his jaw, into his hair where they tightened and tugged his head back. Celeborn's breath grazed his throat.
"Do you think orcs would play fair?"
Haldir gasped at the soft brush of lips against his skin.
“Treat you honorably?"
Celeborn’s quick, sharp nip made Haldir start and his cock twitch.
"Or do you think they would cut your pretty head from your shoulders and be done with you?"
Hadir bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, hard enough to taste blood, but that wasn’t enough to stop his cock from stirring, hardening. He blinked, tossed his head, trying to rid himself of the blindfold so he could see if Celeborn was amused or angry or aroused.
“Perhaps they wouldn’t do that.” Celeborn’s voice dropped to a dark purr. “Not right away.”
Haldir shivered as Celeborn’s fingers brushed along the length of his cock, curled around it.
“That would be such a terrible, terrible waste.” Celeborn’s lips brushed along Haldir’s neck, nuzzled his ear. “Especially when they could find so many other uses for you.”
Haldir couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up into Celeborn’s hand as his grip tightened; his thumb tracing maddening circles on the head of Haldir’s cock. “Celeborn.... Hir vuin....” It felt like an Age (and it may well have been) since Celeborn had last touched him so, and his body responded with a craving he couldn’t begin to control.
“Do you think I should take my time with you, meleth nin? Hold you down and lick you open for me?” Celeborn’s tongue traced the line of the pulse hammering in Haldir’s neck.
A shudder ran through Haldir’s body at the thought of Celeborn’s wicked tongue tasting and teasing. He raised his hips, flushed slightly, knowing he’d beg for that if Celeborn asked it of him.
“Or should I make you struggle? Take you with nothing more than spit and determination?” Celeborn rubbed his cheek against Haldir’s. “Leave you aching for days afterward?”
Haldir felt the way Celeborn’s body and voice tightened as he murmured that last, and he pressed more firmly against his lord as his own cock twitched in anticipation. He knew he didn’t have to answer Celeborn’s question, knew the choice had already been made for him.
For them both.
Notes:
Mellon nin = My friend
Hir vuin = My lord (beloved lord)
Meleth nin = My love
Pairing: Haldir/Celeborn
Fandom: LOTR FPS
Author: Barbara
savageseraph Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t pretend to own the characters or the world. I just amuse themselves with them for fun, not profit.
Comments: Thanks to
caras_galadhon for the beta and the Sindarin picking.Notes: This one is for
bluegerl who asked for Elves, action, and a very specific quote.Summary: A choice had already been made for Haldir.
Haldir of Lorien followed the path of the stream, letting the running water wash away all sign of his passage. Leaf and earth could betray even the most careful woodsman; water was more forgiving. His quarry would be following the water. Haldir was certain of it. It’s what he would have done if he was the one being hunted.
When a twig snapped, Haldir spun around, bow raised, and scanned the wood. Did that bush on the eastern bank tremble slightly? If it did, it was not stirred by the wind. Haldir smiled and tensed. One’s quarry was always most dangerous when it was being brought to bay. Moving as quickly as caution would allow, Haldir made his way near silently across the loose stone on the stream’s back and into the woods where the trees would grant him some measure of cover. The problem with following water is that it left you more exposed than the wood.
The trees and brush in this part of the Golden Wood grew thick and wild, and Haldir traded his bow for knives. The blades whispered from their sheaths with a sound no louder than the wings of a thrush brushing against the air. He took a single step. Another. Not a single leaf stirred at his passing. All the wood was still, save for the sound of breeze and bird, stream and squirrel.
Haldir knew his quarry was out there, felt the prickle of unseen eyes tracking his movements. He wasn’t sure if it was slight sound or shadow that had him spin, knife arcing in a blow that struck a tree as his opponent ducked, grabbing his other wrist to stop the descent of his second blade. He tugged the other one free of the tree just as a solid blow landed on his jaw and he slid into darkness.
Haldir woke to pain. His jaw throbbed dully, and something unpleasant pulled in his neck when he tipped his head. Twigs and dried leaves crackled and pricked against his skin. Skin? Haldir's eyes snapped open, only to find his vision obscured by a strip of cloth covering his eyes. Blindfolded. He lunged up, at least as far as he was able with the ropes that held him fast, pulled at the restraints until a cool blade came to rest on his throat. He swallowed cautiously, knowing the metal would be honed to a fine edge.
Even though Haldir knew what was expected, which is why he always played this game to win, the words wouldn’t come. He didn’t have his brothers’ skills to flatter or charm, to coax mercy from one who was not obligated to show him any.
"I would have walked into Mordor for you." The words were tinged with frustration as he wished he had the ability to conjure something more compelling than loyalty. The stretch of silence after he spoke was long enough to make him squirm to relieve the pressure of a stone pressing into his back, long enough for him to wonder if he’d been left to the mercies of the moles and mockingbirds.
"You have already walked into Mordor once with me." There wasn’t the slightest hint of either anger or amusement in the voice.
"Yes, and that makes my offer even more impressive, wouldn’t you say?” Haldir wished he could see the effect, if any, his words had on his captor. Instead, he felt the blade lifted from his throat.
"Sometimes, mellon nin, you are entirely too clever for your own good."
Haldir's lips quirked into a smile. "I'm not sure that's possible, my lord."
"Your current situation suggests otherwise." Celeborn rested his fingers on Haldir's chest. "You followed the signs I left so well, I thought for certain you knew I was baiting you."
Baiting? Haldir's jaw tensed. "That is hardly fair." His words trailed off as strong fingers ran lightly over his jaw, into his hair where they tightened and tugged his head back. Celeborn's breath grazed his throat.
"Do you think orcs would play fair?"
Haldir gasped at the soft brush of lips against his skin.
“Treat you honorably?"
Celeborn’s quick, sharp nip made Haldir start and his cock twitch.
"Or do you think they would cut your pretty head from your shoulders and be done with you?"
Hadir bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, hard enough to taste blood, but that wasn’t enough to stop his cock from stirring, hardening. He blinked, tossed his head, trying to rid himself of the blindfold so he could see if Celeborn was amused or angry or aroused.
“Perhaps they wouldn’t do that.” Celeborn’s voice dropped to a dark purr. “Not right away.”
Haldir shivered as Celeborn’s fingers brushed along the length of his cock, curled around it.
“That would be such a terrible, terrible waste.” Celeborn’s lips brushed along Haldir’s neck, nuzzled his ear. “Especially when they could find so many other uses for you.”
Haldir couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up into Celeborn’s hand as his grip tightened; his thumb tracing maddening circles on the head of Haldir’s cock. “Celeborn.... Hir vuin....” It felt like an Age (and it may well have been) since Celeborn had last touched him so, and his body responded with a craving he couldn’t begin to control.
“Do you think I should take my time with you, meleth nin? Hold you down and lick you open for me?” Celeborn’s tongue traced the line of the pulse hammering in Haldir’s neck.
A shudder ran through Haldir’s body at the thought of Celeborn’s wicked tongue tasting and teasing. He raised his hips, flushed slightly, knowing he’d beg for that if Celeborn asked it of him.
“Or should I make you struggle? Take you with nothing more than spit and determination?” Celeborn rubbed his cheek against Haldir’s. “Leave you aching for days afterward?”
Haldir felt the way Celeborn’s body and voice tightened as he murmured that last, and he pressed more firmly against his lord as his own cock twitched in anticipation. He knew he didn’t have to answer Celeborn’s question, knew the choice had already been made for him.
For them both.
Notes:
Mellon nin = My friend
Hir vuin = My lord (beloved lord)
Meleth nin = My love
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Date: 2012-12-26 09:06 am (UTC)Takes breath and tries to start again.
THANK YOU.. this is absolutely super... I love the start... One thinks Haldir is the Hunter, but he is being hunted...mmm heh heh heh... and I love the idea of Celeborn being such a brilliant action man. Somehow he's always been a rather restrained 'Ruler with Grave Countenance.' Now.... I can see him with something other than carven elfskin under that robe., Omygoodness can I... eeeeeeekkkkkk meeeps gently. aaah.
And Haldir - on yummy tied and blindfolded... that's nice!!! NICE. and the tease... meeeps again.. oooooo!
And my filthy mind just naturally follows on where you are leading.... MOST satisfactorily...indeed.
Oh golly, thanks so much. Celeborn is
humanreal.And I do thank you for the quote... very unexpected...I had visions of all sorts of uses but this one was different. Smashing read and story. Bless you. Makes the day after the Day most satisfying.
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Date: 2012-12-29 10:50 pm (UTC)I suppose I wanted to see a little of the Celeborn that is only hinted at in the movies. He's the one who gives the nice hunting knife to Aragorn in Lorien, and unlike in the movies, in the books, he hangs around in Middle Earth after Galadriel leaves with the other Ringbearers. I've always wanted to see him do something a bit more...active.
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