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There Moves A Thread That Has No End
Haldir opened his eyes slowly,
adjusting to the darkness of the room. He swung his legs over the
edge of the bed, the remains of sleep falling away with each shake
of his head and the shock of a cold floor underneath his feet.
Looking over his shoulder at the noticeably empty space beside his
own, he grunted, before getting up and walking out of the sparsely
furnished bedroom, picking a carelessly tossed robe up off of the
floor on his way. He sighed wearily; this was the fourth night this
week that his lover had been absent from their bed.
He slipped the robe on, cloth settling over his shoulders as he
walked the silent hallways. Imladris was far quieter now with most
of the inhabitants having left to cross over the Sea. It seemed a
skeleton of the place Haldir had held in awe when he first viewed it
so long ago. He remembered it as a warm place, busy and vibrant,
everyone having their job, their place and being quite content with
it. It was an idealized view, he knew; every place had its troubles.
He did briefly consider the fact that perhaps hindsight was swayed
by the pervasiveness of Elrond’s eldest son, of amused grey eyes and
dark gossamer hair in his recollections.
He smiled, shaking his head at the remembrance of a time when he
lost himself in this maze, only to be found by Elladan. It was sheer
embarrassment for Haldir, as was the wont of someone young and
prideful, but it had opened up the door to an unlikely friendship.
It was hardly easy; they lived far apart and most of their lives
went on in different realms. Haldir was a border guard and Elladan
was being groomed as the next lord, tradition demanding it if
necessity did not. But the friendship bloomed through
correspondences and sparse meetings when their lives did indeed
Due to hard work and accomplishments out in the field, the Woodelf
had risen in the ranks over time, but nothing could have prepared
him fully for the ravages on Lorien in the last days of the War of
the Ring. The evil spoken of in the whispers of the trees and in the
growing darkness of Middle-earth had now come to a head, war
spilling out all over the land; the Dark Lord striking while the
iron was molten hot. Haldir had lost many friends in the struggle to
keep his homeland safe and secure, elves with whom he had grown,
fought beside and shared a bond as deep as the one he shared with
his brothers. It had been a great victory, but there were times when
the losses were difficult to bear.
He thought that he had reached past the age of youthful
inexperience, but the war proved he still had very much to learn and
many ways in which he needed to grow. He found himself changed in
the aftermath. He was quieter and, while a lingering problem with
his temper still remained, his arrogance and youthful pride had all
but gone. He had scars that spoke of war, reminders of pain, but he
wore those with the knowledge that he survived; many others hadn’t.
It humbled him, though at times the scar of sadness and loss on his
spirit served as an even deeper reminder of these events than his
A chill touched him at the memories, the sense aided by the hallways
deserted, the remaining inhabitants being already in bed at this
hour. As he should be with Elladan, he muttered to himself
irritably, distracted largely by the thoughts swirling around in his
head. Now, with the all but emptied surroundings, he was more aware
of the one last, big change in his life.
He was leaving with his family. He would cross the sea and live
until the world’s end in a land he had never known, and leave
Middle-earth behind. Peace and healing lay over the sea, it was
told, though deep within Haldir’s heart of hearts, he wondered if
after all that had happened he would be truly able to enjoy and be
satisfied with peace and a never changing land, so different from
Arda, so different from his home.
Haldir’s musings were interrupted when he looked around, truly
paying attention to his surroundings for the first time in his walk.
Despite his head being in a completely different place, his feet had
led him automatically to a familiar doorway at the end of the hall.
Upon examination, he found it wasn’t fully shut and he was
unsurprised to see a sliver of yellow light pouring through the
He opened the door, wincing at the sound it made. It clearly needed
oil and whatever idea he had of entering quietly was ruined. His
eyes swept over the room, quickly adjusting to the different
lighting. It was one of the few that still looked the same,
untouched by this exodus, just another sharp reminder to him of
Elladan’s decision to stay for an indefinite amount of time after he
Elladan was sitting at the grand oak desk on the far side of the
room, head down, focused on the piece of paper, the letter he was
writing. He didn’t raise his head, though Haldir was sure he knew of
his presence. There was silence for a moment as Elladan signed his
name, lightly dusted the parchment with a fine sand, then set it
aside, looking up to meet Haldir’s eyes across the room.
“I couldn’t sleep. I finished a letter to Cirdan - Sílad and his
group will take it with them to the Havens.” His tone was
explanatory with a hint of weariness, but there was no denying the
warmth that crept into the look he gave Haldir.
Haldir slipped behind the desk, resting against the edge lightly,
looking down at him. “It could not have waited until tomorrow?”
“There is so much to do and not enough time.” Elladan pushed back
from the desk, his chair now tilted more to face his lover. He
shifted, stretching his arms, trying to relieve the strain across
his shoulders. The candlelight flickered over him, bringing out the
red in his hair.
“You should come to bed. It’s late and the maid keeps finding you
here on the couch.” Haldir frowned. “You know how the gossip vine
works over here. Even I learned of this, and publicly I’m just a
messenger, not the person sharing your bed.”
“They are talking about me?” Elladan’s eyes brightened with concern.
“I’m fine, they need not be worried. It’s just a heavy work load, is
all. My father dealt with much worse…”
“It’s just concern for their lord. I fear if they knew, they would
give me a scolding for not taking care of you properly.” Haldir said
in an amused but petulant fashion.
“It was your choice to keep us secret.” Elladan pressed a little
bit, wondering at the way his lover had said that.
“Is that all you are going to say?” Elladan questioned. His voice
was still quite calm, but inwardly he was a little suspicious. It
hadn’t been his choice, he was all for letting everyone know, but he
had abided by Hal’s wishes. They’d known each other for a long time,
and Elladan did trust him. It was just a bad night for this.
“Why make it public?” Haldir countered. “This is new - it’s not even
public knowledge that we are close friends? I have no wish for my
private life to be so examined…I know when we make it official in
Valinor that it will be unavoidable, but I’m leaving soon. I don’t
want our last days together marked by that and all of this.” Hal
gestured with his hand, encompassing the messy office. “You’re
stressed and you won’t come to bed at night, you’re even busier in
the day. I just – don’t see you. We don’t have much time left. And
I’m uncomfortable asking for more from you when you are worried
about so many things, but damn it…”
He trailed off, wordless, shrugging.
“I know, I know.” Elladan’s brow furrowed, his smooth and very fair
face twisted in irritation. “I can’t help it if your family has to
leave now, but why can’t you stay behind longer? I don’t understand
why you must go.”
“It’s been already agreed by my family that our surviving members
would leave Middle-earth together. Of all the things to rebel
against, this is not it. Not now. “
“And I have to stay. For the same reason you have to leave. Family.
Arwen has chosen her path. Neither Elrohir nor I will leave until
she has passed. Father’s spirit was dimmed, he needed to go, but we
can stay. I will not let her pass into an afterworld that we know
nothing about alone in her last moments.” Elladan didn’t intend to
let this get so heated, but he felt his control slip out of the very
firm grip he had on himself, his work and his life. The idea of
losing Arwen was very difficult to even contemplate. Or to sit there
and just wait for it to come to pass…he couldn’t do that.
“I understand that. I do.” Haldir sighed, running his fingers
through his thick, light blonde hair. “I’m not saying it is
unimportant, I’m not saying it’s not a completely horrific thing to
do. No one should ever have to go through something like this, least
of all with a sibling. But I am very worried about you, ‘Dan. Is
there not any of this work you can delegate to someone? My own
desires aside, if you keep pushing yourself at this rate, you are
going to wear yourself out and you’ll be help to no one. Not to the
remaining people in Imladris, not your sister.”
He mentally winced, not meaning to come down quite so hard on
Elladan, but the point did need to be made. He took Elladan’s hand,
pulling him up from the chair. Intense grey eyes looked at him, and
Elladan’s mouth opened to fire another retort, some defense about
this work <b>needing</b> to be done and him being the one
responsible, but Hal rested a finger against the full sensuous lips.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t quite called for. I just – love you and I
worry about you. Quite a bit. You’ve – not been mine long and I’m
leaving you behind. It’s my nature to want to protect the people I
love, and I’ll be lucky if I get a letter from you after I sail…or
news from later arrivals.”
Elladan frowned against the warm press of Hal’s hand and moved it
away, intertwining the long fingers, worn from a life of hard work,
with his own. He felt a pang, seeing Hal close his eyes and smile at
that small, intimate touch. Looking back, he realized this was
probably the most personal time they had shared in quite a while. In
his bid for control he had shut Haldir out rather firmly and yet
this was one person he needed the most right now.
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry, Hal. Ever since Elessar’s
wedding, things have been quite different between us. We are lovers
as well as friends now.” He paused but decided to push straight
through. “I realize that this is the first chance we’ve had to
connect after parting ways at Gondor. I haven’t given us much time
to readjust. I’ve just been dealing with so much right now and I’ve
lose sight of you and - I am sorry.”
Haldir looked at him for a moment, slipping closer to him before
replying. “Apology’s more than accepted, love. “ He touched
Elladan’s cheeks with his hands, framing his face before leaning in
to press a warm kiss against the lips that had been calling to him
ever since he walked into the room.
Elladan kissed him back passionately, before quietly uttering, “I
love you” and leaning into Hal’s solidness.
“I love you too, you know I do,” Haldir murmured, running a hand
down Elladan’s side, before settling it on his lover’s hip and
adding mischievously, “Would you like to make things up to me?”
“Well it depends on what it entails…” Elladan replied with a feigned
innocence, as if he hadn’t noticed the quiet but sure tension
mounting between them, even with the disagreement.
Hal just grinned at him, snuffing out the candle on Elladan’s desk.
Darkness hindered them but a little: a short pause before they
melted against each other and mouths joined. Heated kisses were
exchanged, hands traveling over one another’s bodies, touching any
available skin. One of Hal’s hands found its way down Elladan’s
leggings, touching and rubbing the hardness he found there. After a
few moments, he abandoned his pursuits for the time being to take
Elladan in his arms and lift him up on the desk.
Even with being swept off his feet – quite literally - Elladan
thought of the papers that doubtless were acquiring a print of his
bum on them. He wasn’t allowed to pay attention to that detail long.
Kissed thoroughly, and his legs spread to allow Hal to press against
him as much as possible, Elladan lost much rational thought and his
He still retained enough, however, to pull back from the kiss,
opening his mouth to take a breath and to speak the last jewel of
wisdom he had. What little breath he had remaining, however, was
stolen when Hal, deprived of his lover’s lips, focused on the smooth
tanned skin of his neck instead, pressing small sucking kisses down
the long curve.
“Maybe - maybe we need to go back to the bedroom,” Elladan gasped,
shifting into the touch, pressing up against it. It felt so good to
just relax, let Haldir have his way with him, to be loved, stop
worrying so much.
“No, we stay.” Hal’s eyes gleamed mischievously with a healthy dose
of lust as he looked up from undoing Elladan’s legging ties. “I’ve
never had you on your desk before. Good penance for all the hours
you’ve spent here and not in our bed, no?”
A groan answered him and Hal laughed, working harder at getting the
willing body beneath his quite naked. The light summer tunic was
easily removed, and Elladan lifted his arse up off of the desk, as
Hal guided the tight fabric of his leggings down his long legs and
off, tossing them indiscriminately to the other side of the room. He
paused to pull back and admire his handwork, running a hand down a
Elladan shivered, his sex twitching at the touch, and he spread his
legs wider, propping himself up with a hand. “You going to come and
get this?” he smiled teasingly, enjoying how, in response, Hal
hastily removed his robe, untied his sleep pants and shoved them
down his hips.
With the candle snuffed, the only light coming into the room was the
moonlight filtering in through the window which, Elladan decided,
suited his lover just fine. It touched the fair skin, highlighting
the sleek muscle, the width of Hal’s shoulders, the strength of his
arms. Scars were visible across his upper body, the worst of them
softened by the shadows. Elladan’s eyes trailed down Hal’s chest,
down his flat stomach, lower, until he saw the thick girth of Hal’s
erection nestled in light curls above firm thighs.
“Hey. Eye level, please.”
“Why? What if I just wanted you for your body?” Elladan looked up at
Hal, grinning back at him.
“Well I would be terribly hurt. Here I thought you were with me for
my intellect.” Haldir moved back in, Elladan straightening to meet
him with a smiling kiss. Hal moved a hand between them, resting it
on Elladan’s chest, gently pushing him backwards onto the desk, cool
wood and parchment at the dark-haired elf’s back.
Elladan murmured instructions. Second drawer on the right and after
a few moments of Hal’s rooting through it, a small bottle of oil was
produced. He arched an eyebrow at the location and availability of
said oil and Elladan grinned sheepishly at him. Nevertheless he
wasted no time in uncorking it. Haldir took a moment, coating
himself with the slick liquid, enjoying the feel of eyes on him.
“Patience,” he said, raising an eyebrow. He let go of himself,
focusing on Elladan, rubbing a wet finger on one of the brown
circles on Elladan’s chest, tweaking the nub between his fingers and
smirking at the sound this drew from Elladan’s lips. He knew some of
his lover’s weakest spots and never hesitated to use the knowledge
for the pleasure of them both.
His hands dipped down and ghosted over one of Elladan’s own silvery
scars and he bent to press a kiss on it. Elladan had seen much war
and sorrows himself. They understood each other’s inmost workings in
that respect, and Haldir loved him all the more for it.
Elladan bucked slightly, impatient under his hands, and he laughed,
taking the hint gracefully. Working his way down further, he spared
a few moments for a caress to the focal point of Elladan’s desire,
warm velvet skin, hot and hard. He gently massaged the round, plump
balls resting underneath, grinning when Elladan spread his legs even
wider and gave himself over to being loved.
He slid fingers across Elladan’s entrance, leaving a trail of oil
shining dimly in the low light. Hal kissed him, deeply and intently,
and an unspoken request and approval passed between them before he
guided Elladan’s legs to wrap around his waist, and the dark-haired
elf helped wriggle into place. Then he grasped himself firmly and
pushed inside, looking into Elladan’s eyes and watching as they
slowly widened in realization of being so filled.
They moved slowly at first together, accustoming themselves with
each other’s rhythm. Low moans filled the air, Haldir for the warm,
slick tightness he found himself in and Elladan for being so filled.
They had found their heaven and it never had felt so good.
The slow heat built inside them until there was no other outlet.
Elladan spilled first, wetness streaking his lower abdomen and on
his fist. Haldir swore, forcing his last few thrusts, Elladan
shuddering, arms clutching him tighter, panting. Hal followed him
over, finding his release and grunting.
They relaxed against each other for a few moments, heart rates
slowing and breath calming, before Haldir lifted himself off of
Elladan; he would have happily stayed there, but knew Elladan’s
personal comfort would be very slim. He instead moved to rest
heavily on the chair by the desk, beckoning with a hand for Elladan
to join him.
“Come here, ‘Dan, not done with you yet.” Hal smiled softly,
unwilling to lose contact with him just yet.
Elladan slipped off the desk, rather aware that his clothes were now
on the other side of the room, Hal’s robe not far behind. He settled
onto Hal’s lap, leaning against him and resting his head on Hal’s
shoulder, ignoring the sweat and stickiness from the sex, focusing
on the afterglow instead. It was always good between them, and
despite all the stress that had been hanging over him, he felt –
relieved, lighter, his personal balance restored. He needed to share
that with Haldir, but somehow the only words that felt right were “I
Hal tugged him closer, pressing a kiss against Elladan’s forehead.
“I missed you so much. Don’t do this to me again. I really did mean
it when I said I didn’t want to come in and demand time when there
are much more pressing things going on here. I felt – whiny.”
“I know, Hal.” Elladan turned his face to look at his lover.
“Perhaps I can delegate a few more things in the future. I don’t
intend for it to be like this the rest of your stay. I can’t promise
I’ll be free the whole time, but I’ll endeavor to be around more. I
“I would love whatever you can give me. Just a little bit more than
you have been, maybe.” Haldir grinned, all of the previous
irritation gone. His light mood was dropped a minute later, however,
when he held Elladan tighter and whispered against silk strands, “I
worry about you, you know. I won’t be able to look after you once
I’m gone. You’re going to have to take care of yourself for me.
Don’t work so hard - and sleep more.”
“You honestly think that if I joined you more often at night in our
bedroom during your stay, there’d be more sleeping happening?”
Elladan raised an eyebrow, teasing Hal. He tried to lighten the
mood, he wanted no more dark thoughts of the future tonight.
Hal looked at the wonderfully naked elf sitting in his lap,
considering. Then he sighed and decided to be entirely honest.
Elladan laughed, twisting in his lap and slipping his arms around
Haldir’s neck. “Your logic astounds me sometimes.”
He tilted his head down, kissing Haldir warmly. They would go back
to their bedroom, clean up a bit, and probably fall into bed and
make love one more time. Then with soft touches and quiet words,
Elladan would promise his warrior that he would take care of
himself. He had the strength for everything he needed to do, and
knew without a doubt it wouldn’t matter whatever happened in the
time spent apart. Their love would survive.