Posted: October 2003
Title: Celeborn’s Gift
Author: Iammesj and Alex
Type: FPS
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are not ours with the exception of Alindria, who belongs to Jess.
Warnings: Very slight bondage
Beta: Larian Elensar
Author’s Note: This is a story from an RP that Jess and I did. I was Thranduil and she was Haldir and Alindria.
Summary: Lord Celeborn sends Thranduil a gift.

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CELEBORN’S GIFT

Lord Celeborn sent Haldir to Mirkwood with a treaty to help ease some of the tensions over Oropher’s death three thousand years ago. Thranduil would never be appeased for his father’s death but he would listen to Celeborn's message.

Haldir came to the great doors of the castle and asked to be admitted. He waited patiently as the guard went back into the underground castle to inquire as to whether to let him in or not. The young guard approached the King nervously.

“What is it?” Thranduil bellowed in his usual hateful manner.

“My liege, Haldir of Lorien is here. He says he brings word from Lord Celeborn.”

“Very well. Allow him entrance to the castle and tell him I will see him tomorrow.”

“Yes, my king,” he backed out quickly and closed the door.

Thranduil shook his head. Why did Celeborn insist that they have a treaty? He did not need Celeborn. He needed no one. He wished they all would just leave him alone.

The guard knocked on the door again. He stepped into the room, more nervous this time than he was before.

Thranduil shouted at him. “What is it? I'll feed you to the spiders if you bother me again this day!”

“I am sorry, my King. The Lorien envoy said he was supposed to speak with you immediately, but I will tell him that is not possible.” He was backing out of the room.

“You were supposed to tell him that to start with, you fool!”

“I am sorry, Sire. I will go.”

“Tell him NOW!” The blond elven king shouted, his face dark with anger now. Thranduil got up and paced his audience chamber after the young guard left. Why was everyone here so stupid? He’d wager that Celeborn and Elrond weren’t surrounded by such idiotic buffoons.

He heard someone shouting from out in the hallway.

“What do you mean, I cannot see him tonight? Lord Celeborn says this is urgent!!”

The guard’s reply was timid in tone. “He said he will see you when he feels like it, Captain, not before. Now I will have someone show you to your room.”

Another timid young elf led Haldir down the hall and to his room. He had no choice but to go inside.

The door to Thranduil’s study opened and his wife walked in. She was dressed in a white silk gown, obviously ready for bed. The King looked up from the scroll he was reading and smiled at the lovely blond she-elf.

“I thought you were going to visit your sister, my dear? Shouldn't you be resting for your journey?"

“I am sorry, hervenn (husband), but I sensed your anger and came to see if there was anything I could do to help.” She sat in the velvet-covered chair in front of his desk.

“Celeborn sent another envoy. I do not want to talk to him. I do not want to talk to any of them, ever. Why will they not leave us be?”

Alindria sighed and came around the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Celeborn sent a pretty one. I think you might rather like talking to him,” she whispered into his ear with a smile.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. His wife was ever wise. It was a pity he had never loved her as he should have. He did love her. She was his only friend in this ugly world but he preferred the company of other males for more intimate friendships.

“He is pretty? You are wicked, my love.”

She kissed his ear. “Mmmm... I am wicked to wish for my husband’s happiness? It has been too long since you have felt anything besides anger and hate, my King.”

He pulled her onto his lap. “Would that you were a fair young warrior, my dear. I may drag you off to our chambers anyway.... you are most lovely for a female.” He pinched her bottom and put his arms around her.

She giggled and rubbed her nose against his. “If I but had the time. Unfortunately, I must rest. Remember? But do me a favor, if I may ask it of you.”

He nuzzled her shoulder.

“What would that be? You know I can deny you little.”

“Take it easy on the guard; he is young. He was but a little over 200 when he followed you in to battle without blinking an eye. Apologize to him.”

He looked at her, surprised. “How do you know this?”

She smiled. “There is little you can hide from me.”

“Go you to bed and have the boy come in. I might as well talk to Celeborn's envoy too.”

“You are wise.” She kissed his cheek. “I will send him in and fetch the envoy, who I fear has had a bad impression so far. Ahhhhhh, if only you could see me as you see your young elven warriors, but I am happy to just be near you the same.”

“And I you! At least we did one thing right; we made our Legolas. You must admit; there is nothing finer than he is.” He smiled just thinking of their beloved son.

“Aye, that is true.” Alindria gave the King one more kiss then she darted from the room, leaving only her perfume behind.

Soon there was a hesitant knock on the door.

“Enter.” Thranduil said in his booming voice.

The guard came in and dropped to his knees in front of Thranduil, fearful of his King’s displeasure and shaking like a leaf. “You asked to see me, Sire?”

Thranduil cleared his throat and began, “I am sorry I was short with you. My wife reminded me not to be such an oaf. Would you show the elf from Lorien in, please? And Armereth, thank you.”

The guard looked up, eyes wide as if he were hearing things. “Yes, Sire. I will do it right away.” He hurried for the door, almost running.

Thranduil fiddled with one of his rings as he waited. The door opened and the guard showed Haldir into the chamber. “Sire, this is Haldir, Captain of the Northern Fences from Lothlórien and representative for Lord Celeborn of the Golden Wood and Lady Galadriel, Lady of Light.”

Finally, the guard backed out just as quickly as he had before, leaving the March Warden alone with the King of Mirkwood.

“So you are here from Celeborn and Galadriel. What does your lord require?” He was in his full glory as he looked down at Haldir.

Haldir bowed low. “King Thranduil, the Lord and Lady wish me to again express their sorrow over losing your father. He was respected and honored amongst us.”

Haldir managed to keep a straight face and show no emotion as he continued.

“He has sent me with this treaty in hopes that there can be peace between our lands and that our kingdoms can join to fight a common enemy.” He handed the treaty to the King.

“Why doesn’t that old rogue come here himself? I would not fill him fill of arrows, not more than one anyway.” Haldir was surprised at the fondness he heard in Thranduil’s voice.

“I am afraid that tragedy has struck his family. The Lady Celebrian was gravely injured by Orcs on her way to visit Lothlórien. He was going to come but he had to go to Imladris instead.”

Thranduil stared at him. This was indeed no joking matter. He would not let his wife leave for a while yet.

“Will she recover?”

“It is not yet known... Some wounds are not recoverable.”

“I am sorry for Lord... Elrond.” He did not say the name easily as he blamed Elrond and Gil-galad still for his father's death.

Haldir nodded. “I am sure he would be happy to hear that. He speaks fondly of you.”

Thranduil laughed out loud, knowing that Haldir stretched the truth quite far in that statement. “He does, does he?"

“Indeed.”

“What about Lord Celeborn? What does he say?”

Haldir gave the King a knowing smile. “He says he misses the ‘conversations’ you used to engage in.”

Thranduil just looked at him, saying nothing but the look on his face was certainly not an angry one.

“Lord Celeborn said I am to remain till you see fit to send me back with the answer. He wants you to have plenty of time to think upon it.”

Thranduil did not let his face show anything. He looked coolly at the Lorien elf. He was a comely one... a big one too. He had shoulders as broad as those whelps of Elrond’s.

“So you are to stay until I decide to sign his treaty? And if I don’t?”

“Then I will return home when you do make that decision.”

“What do you propose to do here until I do?”

“Lord Celeborn said I was to do for you as I would do for him.”

Thranduil moved close to the other elf, very close. He was close enough to speak into Haldir's ear. “What do you do for him, handsome one?”

“I am his guardian. I protect his borders.” He stood very still and tense as Thranduil questioned him.

“And what else do you do for the Silver Tree?” His voice dropped to a low purr as he touched Haldir's jaw, letting his finger run from his ear to his chin. He looked Haldir right in the eyes. “Tell me...”

Haldir swallowed hard.

“I do whatever my Lord requests of me.”

“You are ever evasive, Haldir of Lorien.” He tipped Haldir's chin up just a fraction, for he was still a little taller than the guardian, and kissed his lips, a closed mouth kiss. Then he pulled back and smiled wickedly. "Does he kiss you like that?”

Haldir swallowed hard again. “Sometimes...”

Thranduil kissed him again, sliding his tongue over Haldir's lips then asking,
“What more do you do for him?”

“I have already answered this ...I do whatever he requests of me.”

“Do you get on your knees for him?”

Thranduil was trying to break through Haldir's cool demeanor but so far he couldn't tell that he had, not enough anyway.

Haldir bit his lip. “Is there a point to this?”

Thranduil wanted to throttle the hateful beauty. But he wanted to take him to his bed even worse.

“Does Celeborn tell you that you have a very smart mouth? He should. He should spank you if he does not.”

“I am sorry if I have offended you, King Thranduil.” Haldir bowed.

Thranduil lifted him up from his bowing position and took him into his arms, kissing him, a hard, hungry kiss with his hands caressing Haldir's back and his body pressing hard against Haldir's front. He felt that even though the Guardian acted unaffected, he was not.

Haldir was tense at first, but soon his lips parted allowing Thranduil to plunder his mouth. Thranduil did just that, kissing him until he had to stop to catch his breath.

“Is Celeborn still good? He was a most inventive lover many years ago when we knew each other well.”

He slid his hand under the outer tunic to Haldir's soft under tunic, feeling the heat of the younger elf's body through the black cloth. He didn't even give him time to answer before he was kissing him again.

“Come with me to my chambers, Haldir. Let me pleasure you...”

Haldir blushed, shamed by his desire for the king. He covered it up with his smugness, a trick that had always served him well. “And if I say no?”

“I am the King here...”

“That did not answer my question.” Haldir challenged Thranduil.

The King slid a hand between them and caressed the tight bulge in the March-warden’s leggings.

“Does this?” He said, his voice a deep growl now.

Haldir backed up till he was standing against the desk.

Thranduil was becoming more than a little irritated by Haldir's game. He pulled away and walked over to the bookshelves, staring at them as if he were looking for something. He was trying to control his own arousal and his temper. He had seldom felt so close to losing control of both.

Haldir cleared his throat. “Did you need anything else, your Highness?”

“No. Someone will show you to your room.” Thranduil did not even bother turning around.

“Thank you.”

He beat a hasty retreat out into the hall where a servant stood to escort him to his room.

Thranduil poured himself a glass of whiskey from Rohan and drank the strong drink in one gulp. He slammed the glass down on his desk and stomped to his room.

Haldir went into his room and loosened his tunic, shuddering with his own need as his hands accidentally touched his bare chest. “Damn him. I will kill Lord Celeborn when I get back to Lothlórien.”

Thranduil considered going to his wife but would never force her or even coerce her. He went instead to his own room and stripped his robes and trousers off. He crawled between the cool sheets and lay there, staring at the ceiling and wishing he had handled the proud March Warden differently.

Meanwhile, Haldir was pacing his room and running his fingers through his hair.

“Damn you, Lord Celeborn, you knew I would want him. I cannot believe you did this to me.”

There was a knock at Thranduil’s bedchamber door. The King rose, not even bothering to dress. His staff and even his family were used to him doing this so he thought nothing of it. He opened the door.

His wife stood there. “May I come in?”

He was relieved it was Alindria and he backed up, allowing her to enter his chambers.

“What can I do for you, sweetling?”

She closed the door and kissed his cheek. “You are upset...” She walked around him and pushed him to the bed. “Lie down on your stomach.”
He obeyed, having found out a long time ago that it was always easier to not ask questions of Alindria. She opened his night stand drawer, pulling out the bottle he used for other more exciting activities and poured some into her hands, rubbing them together to warm the oil before beginning to rub his stiff shoulders and back.

The King almost purred at the skill of her hands as he felt his tension and stress drain away.

“You are so good to me, my dear. Will you stay tonight? I promise I will behave. I think you should delay your trip anyway. Haldir said that Orcs attacked Elrond’s wife. I would not have this happen to you. I do not think Legolas and I could live without you.”

She nodded. “Yes, I heard also. I will put my trip off then, and I will stay, and if you behave, I will be disappointed though I will understand.”

Thranduil turned his head around and looked over his shoulder. “You will be disappointed?”

“I thought you knew by now that I love your attentions, but I know how you are, King Thranduil, and I love you just the same.”

He smiled at her. He loved her so. He did wish she were the love of his life. He wished he knew who the love of his life was. “Come here then. I think I can spare you a few kisses at least, if not more.”

Alindria smiled at him and lay next to him. “Your kiss is more precious than mithril to me.”

He laughed and pulled her on top of him and kissed her. “Oh my darling, we are quite a pair.”

She played with his thick blond hair, running her fingers through it. “Indeed, we do look good together and we make beautiful children.”

Thranduil grew serious. “But I would close my eyes and see the March-warden, Alindria, and that would not be fair to you or him. Or me.”

She nodded, kissing him deeply. “I know Thranduil, I know.”
Thranduil still felt the desire from his few kisses and caresses with Haldir. He wanted but he knew the guilt he would feel if he took her up on her tempting offer. Surely she didn't want him this way.

Alindria finally said, “If I cannot help you, why do you not go to him?”

“He is proud and stubborn like me. I would not force him and that is what he will make me do now. He wants more than simply to be my plaything. He is not as casual with his affections as I can be sometimes.”

“But, Thranduil, he is pacing the room cursing Celeborn, threatening to kill him when he returns to Lorien.” She smiled knowingly. “I think if you play this right you will have him eating out of your hand. You forget I come from Lorien. I know how the Galadhrim think.”

Thranduil looked at her with her long blond hair and blue eyes and smiled. She was so beautiful. He was glad that Legolas had her exquisite beauty.

“So what should I do to make him eat out of my hand?”

She smiled. “He is a strong warrior, he is a leader in almost all aspects of his life.”

“Go on...” Thranduil urged her.

“Bring him to his knees, my King. Bring him to his knees.” She kissed his nose. Thranduil raised an eyebrow. “Shall I go then?”

The King playfully popped her bottom and hugged her. “Why did you have to be a female, my darling?”

“You know, my father used to ask me the same exact thing. Mmmm… I think the Valar were in a sadistic mood when they made me… Though I do wish you liked women.”

“Me too, Alindria. Me too.”

She nodded. “Now, I command you as your queen to go find some relief this night because your restlessness is hindering my beauty rest.”

“Promise me you will not leave for a while then. I do not want anything to happen to you. Perhaps the young guard might be persuaded to watch over you this night.” He grinned wickedly at her and got up to find his blue silk robe.

“I will not go on my trip yet. I prefer someone a little more skilled to ‘watch over me’. I will be seeking out Saelbeth this night.”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. He had not known. Saelbeth was a lovely young one.

“Good night, Thranduil.”

He watched her go, wishing that SHE were the one he desired. He wondered if she pretended her other lovers were him. He slipped down the hall to the room assigned to his guest. It was quiet inside now.

Haldir was lying in his bed in reverie, moaning softly.

Thranduil let himself into the room where he heard the restless elf. He very gently sat on the edge of the bed and pushed Haldir's unruly hair back from his face. Hal nuzzled his hand, moaning his name no less.

Thranduil lay down beside the Lorien elf and pulled him into his arms very slowly and gently, careful not to wake him. “Shhh, love, it's all right. I'm here.”

Haldir shivered and groaned, “the dungeon...” He groaned again.

Thranduil ran his hands over Haldir's shoulders, pulling him closer, kissing his face and murmuring sweet words to him. Haldir wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him. Thranduil pulled Haldir over on top of him, kissing him back. Haldir suddenly awoke, his eyes wide. He froze. “King Thranduil?” He tried to cover up his embarrassment but he had not been awake along enough to school his features.

“Just let me love you, my brave warrior. Let me chase the bad dreams away...”

Haldir swallowed. “The dreams were not bad.”

Thranduil quirked an eyebrow, “Tell me.”

“No.” Haldir blushed at the thought.

“No matter then.” He would not get into another stalemate with Haldir. He kissed him again, shifting positions so he could feel Haldir's arousal against his own.

Haldir closed his eyes and laid his head on Thranduil’s shoulder, fighting for control that was quickly slipping away. Thranduil rolled Haldir beneath him, opening the other elf’s legs with his knees, pressing against the soft material of his leggings as he began to kiss his way down from mouth to shoulder and lower still.

Haldir licked his lips and tried to speak but nothing came but a gasps as Thranduil’s tongue his warm skin, something that made him tremble with need. Thranduil unlaced Haldir’s leggings and slipped them down and off very quickly then he returned to kissing his now naked body, dipping his tongue to press into the Lorien elf's navel and smiling as he squirmed beneath him.

“King Thranduil...I ...I should not do this.”

“Why, love? Please tell me.”

“You are a king, you are married, I ...I am just a solider...Also, I would be embarrassed to have you know what I desire.”

“I want you, Haldir, but I am not the Lady of Lothlórien. I cannot know what you want unless you tell me.”

“I...” he blushes, “I do not think you would enjoy it.”

Thranduil seriously considered just leaving and finding the pretty little guard that his wife did not want.

“Very well,” he said and waited a second, giving Haldir time to change his mind.

“But...I would.” Haldir swallowed and rushed on, “I can no longer tell you no.”

Thranduil waited, wondering what dark awful thing Haldir wanted, knowing that in his long life he had done most of dark things that he knew of.

Haldir finally says hesitantly, “I would… I would have you… have your way with me...I mean... I ... I…”

Thranduil pulled his legs up roughly and looked down at him. His own eyes were dark with need and passion and he no longer wished to play games. Haldir moaned and closed his eyes, his own body shuddering with pent up need.

“Please,” he begged.

Thranduil knew he would hurt him but he was beyond caring right now as he pressed himself into Haldir, pushing in deep and hard, growling as he did so.
Haldir bit his lip to keep from screaming. He could taste a bit of blood as he did so. His hands gripped his pillow till his fingers turned white but he pushed up against Thranduil, trying to drive him even deeper.

“More, please,” he whispered, his voice a raspy whisper.

Thranduil gave him what he wanted, driving deep and hard then pulling almost all the way back out before slamming into him again.

“IS this what you desire? Is it?”

“I have terrible desires. I have been amongst men too long, I am afraid I have picked up some of their ways.”

Thranduil was near breathless with effort and need but he asked Haldir, “What more do you want? I would please you if you would tell me how.”

Haldir reached beneath his pillow and pulled out a length of elvish rope.

“I wish you to have your way with me... knowing… that ...” he blushed again, “knowing I have no choice but to please you.”

So the strong, stubborn March-warden wanted to be forced, did he? Thranduil stopped and pulled from Haldir, not out of any desire to stop what he was doing but more to control his own body while he took the rope and tied the lovely Silver haired Galadhrim's wrists to the bedposts. Then he kissed Haldir and whispered, “Tonight you are mine. You belong to me,” as he entered him once more and began to move even harder than he had before.

Haldir's cries could have been from pain or pleasure. Even he could not tell but there was no mistaking how his body was reacting as hot semen exploded from his cock.

Thranduil felt Haldir come almost as soon he re-entered him. The tightness was amazing. “Haldir... Ohhhhhh…” He felt his own pleasure coming as his whole body tightened in anticipation, then sweet release as he filled the other elf with pearly semen. He leaned down to kiss Haldir even as he still shuddered and shook in the wake of his passion. Haldir returned his kiss parting his lips to allow Thranduil access to his mouth.

Thranduil moved his weight from Haldir and untied his wrists, rubbing them to help the circulation. He pulled Haldir into his arms and held him.

“Sleep now, love, and I will sign Celeborn's treaty in the morning and you may return home if that is your wish. Or you can stay in my arms for a while and let me love you a few more days.”

Haldir nodded and closed his eyes, resting his head against Thranduil’s chest.

As Haldir drifted off to sleep, Thranduil said, “Perhaps soon, you’ll tell me about your dungeon dream…”

THE END