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All Night Long
Part One -
into his bedroom after a long, busy day. Feeling utterly drained, he
should have managed to get away hours earlier but at the very end of
the day, Celanor had been brought in with an Orc arrow firmly
embedded in his thigh and it had taken him the better part of two
hours. He had to remove it, clean the wound properly, get him
settled and convince him that it was not poisoned, and he was not
going to die. On top of it he had to manage to persuade him that it
was probably not a good idea to try and pledge his eternal love to
Master Erestor with his last dying breath unless he was sure it was
his last dying breath. If not, the chances were good that it would
be - after calling Erestor away from the fire, the wine and
He was bone weary, as he had been for months now, tiredness more of
the mind than the body .He wondered if he was suffering from mild
depression. He had all the symptoms, he had no appetite, some nights
he found it difficult to slip into reverie without first reading for
hours, and life generally seemed to have little joy to it.
This was of course quite possible, but if he was honest with
himself, Elrond was lonely. He worked long hard hours, but there was
no one at the end of the day to share his worries or to listen to
the troubles and triumphs of his day. The best he could hope for in
an evening was perhaps a little conversation in the Hall of Fire,
and then a retreat to his lonely rooms.
Well, at least he could still enjoy the pleasures of a long, hot
bath. Not only would it release some of the tension in his muscles,
it might even relax him enough to help him to sleep. He had been
looking forward to this for hours.
He had already peeled off his outer robe before he noticed a figure
lying under the light cover on his bed. As he was even more tired
than usual, he quickly glanced around to make sure he was actually
in the right room. Yes he was. He cautiously made his way over to
the bed and stood still, staring down and feeling utterly confused.
It was dark on this side of the room and the figure was completely
obscured by shadow, which made it difficult to even be sure of its
gender or hair color. Both of which would, he assumed, offer a clue
to the identity of the intruder.
Peering through the darkness, he caught a flash of light hair. This
was little help as the world was full of fair-haired elves, and
quite a few of them lived in Imladris. But the strong form that lay
outlined under the sheets spoke of a warrior, which narrowed it down
by half. He tried to remember how many of Glorfindel’s guards were
blonde and stifled a groan. He watched intently, trying to tell from
the rhythm of his breathing whether he was in reverie. Judging by
the even rise and fall, the ellon was.
Elrond always liked to think there was a logical reason for things,
and he was certain there was one to explain the presence of an
uninvited elf in his bed. However, lacking the facts, he had to make
a decision - to wake his 'guest' or to let him sleep while he
himself sought his rest elsewhere. He would have preferred to wake
the silver haired elf, but the healer in him hesitated. It was never
a good idea to startle an elf out of reverie; the shock could be
He went across the room and lit a candle, which he brought back and
placed beside the bed. He stood frowning for a minute, his hand
reaching out and hovering over the strong form, indecisive. The
figure turned slightly in his sleep, with a soft sigh and he had a
clearer view of the face. He drew back his hand as though he had
been bitten. This had all suddenly become a whole lot more
complicated, and he now really had no idea what to do next.
After a few more minutes of indecision - and Elrond normally had no
time for indecisive people - an idea occurred. While it wouldn't
solve the problem for him, it would at least give him a little time
to decide how to deal with the situation and settle on the right
thing to do. Elrond was a great believer in doing the right thing.
It didn't necessarily make him any happier, but that was just the
way he was.
He left his sleeping ‘guest’ and headed for his original destination
- the bathroom. Whatever else happened he was going to have that
bath, if he was totally honest with himself (which he really would
prefer not to be) who knew what the future might bring? At least he
would be bathed and refreshed and able to deal with almost anything.
Being as quiet as possible, he ran a nice hot bath into which he
poured sweet lavender and rosemary oil, and then undressed,
revealing the lithe form beneath his clothes. He stepped into the
relaxing bath and leaned back in the water purring. The wet warmth
encased his body and he sighed, stretching out one long, shapely
leg, glistening from the oiled water and rested the perfect foot on
the rim of the bath. He had always been a little vain about his legs
and couldn’t help feeling it was a pity there was no one there to
appreciate the sight.
Slowly he ran his hands down his body, enjoying the sensuous warmth
that enfolded him, soothing away the tiredness he had felt earlier.
The tension flowed slowly out of him and he released a soft, pleased
groan, momentarily forgetting the 'guest' in the bedroom.
He rested his head back and closed his eyes and felt the world begin
to drift away from him. His wandering hands smoothly massaged away
the knots that formed during the day and he could not hold back yet
another moan of contentment. Then he remembered that there had been
a reason for keeping as quiet as possible. How could he have managed
to forget something as unusual as an apparently naked elf in his
He tried to keep a curse from escaping his lips and wondered if he
should rouse himself from the bath somewhat sooner than planned and
go see if he had awoken. The water was no longer as warm and
inviting as it had been and he was beginning to feel just the
slightest bit exposed, naked in the tepid water.
Having made up his mind he rose and stepped out of the tub and
stood, dripping wet, his skin gleaming faintly with oil, water
running in glittering trails over his shoulders, chest and thighs.
Reaching for the towel, his heart lurched in his chest when he heard
a voice say, unbelievably,
"Please don't do that - it would be a terrible shame to hide such
Spinning round to face the doorway, he was greeted by a most
arousing sight. Wrapped seductively in the silk sheet and clearly
naked under it, stood Haldir, Marchwarden of Lorien, with a wicked
smile on his face and a truly impressive erection more outlined than
concealed by the fabric.
"Haldir? Would you mind telling me what exactly it is that you are
doing here?" Elrond asked, ignoring the request and wrapping the
towel firmly around his waist.
"Waiting for you," Haldir answered reasonably. “You took a little
longer than I expected. Being asleep when you arrived was certainly
not my original intention.”
"Waiting for me? Has Galadriel sent me a message that I should know
about?" Elrond asked, clearly puzzled.
Haldir was grinning by now, and appeared to be greatly amused. "No,
no message, my lord, I am on my own time, a long overdue leave of
"Well as always you are welcome here, but I would hardly expect to
find you in my rooms uninvited. Why were you in my bed?” Elrond
wasn’t stupid, and a part of his mind already had the answer to this
question but he was trying very hard indeed to ignore it.
"As I already explained, my lord - waiting for you.” The interloper
replied, making a small, suggestive movement of his hips, which was
more than enough to draw attention to the evidence of his admiration
for the figure before him.
Elrond turned crimson at the blatant response. "To what purpose may
I ask, Haldir? Explain yourself at once."
Haldir did not answer but slowly prowled over to where Elrond stood,
tightly holding the towel up with one hand.
"I think you might really find it preferable to allow me to take
charge now, my lord," he said softly, "Of the towel I mean, of
And without giving Elrond a chance to react, he reached for the
towel and snatched it away from the elf lord’s grasp, leaving him
exposed to his appreciative gaze.
The warm water had brought a soft glow to his skin, which still
glimmered silkily from the bath oil. His long, dark auburn-lit hair
was coming loose from the knot he had tied it in atop his head upon
getting into the bath and now hung down over his shoulders, chest,
and back in a provocative, unruly cloud, with soft, silken tendrils
clinging to the damp skin.
Haldir's mouth literally watered as he looked upon this stunning
sight and he had to make a huge effort to keep his voice and
breathing even. He did so, knowing how essential an aura of calm
would be at this point. It would be very easy for the vision before
him to panic and order him to leave. He also knew that if he had
misjudged lingering, covert glances, efforts to seek out his company
and other small signs, instinct and experience had been certain
could mean only one thing...well, all the control in the world
wouldn’t save him. At the very least he would be ruined. If Elrond’s
famous temper was anything to go by, he was more likely to wind up
seriously injured AND ruined.
He reached out with the towel in his hands and said, quietly "First,
I think you might need my assistance in getting dried, my lord."
"Dried?" Elrond asked, trying to keep his voice from coming out as a
squeak. "Haldir, this is ridiculous, have you lost your mind? How
dare you do this!" The attempt at outrage was not, however, very
"All you have to do,” Haldir continued as though he had never
spoken. “Is keep quite still, my lord and allow me."
Having said this, Haldir knelt down and gently, putting a hand
behind one foot and lifting it onto his knee, began to dry it
carefully, one toe at a time.