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Because of You (NC-17) Print

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

24 December 2008 | 98532 words

Chapter 9

Faramir’s eyes were wide as he stared at Haldir. “It… you… why… why did you get so angry? At the other Elf I mean?”

Haldir picked up the broken basket and the few items that had fallen out and carried everything over to the nightstand by Faramir’s bed. “He was being rude. I will not stand for anyone under my command to act in such a manner.” He stopped there, leaving off the part about how he really felt – that only he had the right to be rude because… well, just because that’s the way he was. For the most part, Rúmil and Orophin knew better. “I am sorry he woke you. He left in a bit of a hurry and the fool slammed the door behind him.”

“I… I know,” Faramir said softly and looked up at Haldir. “I have a confession to make… I had been awake for a bit longer than you first thought I was.” He was blushing deeply. “I did not really… well… yes I did. I did eavesdrop and I am sorry… but please do not let their prejudices or whatever they are, keep you from your brothers. At least say a proper farewell to them before they go into battle… I’d feel horribly guilty if you did not.”

Faintly surprised that Faramir had eavesdropped – and even more surprised that he had confessed to it – Haldir sat in his chair by the bed and gave the Ranger a quizzical look. “Their prejudices have nothing to do with what I do or do not say upon their departure,” he said, not understanding what Faramir was getting at. “Why would you feel guilty about what I tell them before they leave? I gave them their orders… that is all the farewell they ever get from me, just like any of the others under my command, just like any other battle. What more is there to say?”

“You… give them their orders but… but do not wish them luck, tell them that… that you care they return? I cannot understand that. Boromir and I… we always hugged and wished each other well… we… I guess I just do not understand what it is to have a brother and not be close to them,” Faramir settled on when he saw the confusion in Haldir’s eyes. The Elf truly was not close to his brothers… at all apparently.

HUG them?” Haldir wore a vague look of horror as he said the words. “I do not hug anyone, and no one hugs me. What would be the point? I wish all the Elves out there the best of luck – they know that. For every Elf that falls, I have to find another to take his place, so certainly, I do not wish for any of them to be killed.” He saw Faramir looking at him oddly and realized that they were simply not understanding one another.

“I told you before, I see life differently than you do, Faramir. You are kind and brave and emotional and I am just… I am not like that. I carry out my duties. I guard Lothlórien, I keep my Lord and Lady safe… and I apparently watch over you too now. That is all I do, all I have time for, all I understand. I neither want nor need anything else… like… hugs.”

Faramir’s eyes widened when Haldir said the word ‘hug’ as if it were a most hated curse. “The point is to show that you love someone, care about them, appreciate them. Aragorn hugged you because he was happy and pleased and probably because no words could express how grateful he was that you led the Elves here to help… and… I have hugged you as best I am able with just one arm. When we are in bed… when I move close to you and snuggle against you, it’s the best hug I can offer and I derive pleasure from that… do you not?” Faramir asked carefully.

Haldir’s eyes widened as he stared at Faramir for a moment and shook his head. Unable to resist, he reached over and tucked a lock of hair behind the young man’s ear. “Well, if you must know, Aragorn, when he hugged me, smelled terrible. You, however, smell good – like the woods back in Lothlórien and rainy spring days and freshly baked bread. And you needed comfort, so I was holding you, not hugging you. I already told you… I do not find that unpleasant at all… but that is because I do not find you unpleasant. I find you most attractive, and you taste sweet, and I can honestly say I enjoy kissing you more than I have ever enjoyed kissing anyone in my life. Almost every one else I know is just… better off keeping their distance. I do not like to be touched, and I do not like touching anyone, though you, apparently are an exception to that rule.”

Faramir smiled when Haldir tucked his hair behind his ear that way, it was such a sweet gesture and so at odds with the Elf’s words. He laughed a little when he said Aragorn smelled terrible. From what little he had gleaned from that day the man had been left for dead and was filthy when he arrived at the keep with no time to bathe before the battle. The other Elf, Legolas, had not seemed to mind the smell so much. When Haldir went on about how Faramir smelled to him and how he enjoyed being near him and kissing him, the young man’s heart tripped in his chest and he felt his face turning a light shade of pink. “I like being the exception then,” he whispered. “Very much so in fact.” His heart was now beating rapidly in his chest as he looked at Haldir. A part of him recognized what he felt when he looked at the gorgeous Elf but he tried not to think on it. Haldir enjoyed him but he did not care for him or love him. In fact, the Elf seemed determined that he wasn’t capable of either emotion.

“Well then,” Haldir said, setting the supplies he would need for Faramir’s bath and dressing change beside the basket, “we should enjoy what time we have and not ruin it with talk of hugs or ungrateful captains who happen to be lucky enough to call themselves my brothers.”

As he sat the sponge and soap aside, he felt a bit strange. Faramir had been asleep or half-asleep when Haldir had bathed him before, and though he had done his best to maintain a clinical but gentle touch, he’d grown aroused just looking at the young man’s body. This time, however, Faramir was very much awake. He was still too weak and unable to move enough to bathe himself or even get out of bed, but that didn’t mean Haldir couldn’t appreciate his task. He reached over and tugged the blanket down from across Faramir’s chest and carefully began removing the dressing from his wound. “Do you need something for the pain before your bath, or had you rather be awake for it this time?”

A small laugh escaped when Haldir said his brothers were ‘lucky’ but soon the laughter died as Haldir began to prepare to give him a bath. “I am in no pain at the moment,” Faramir admitted and felt his heart skip again as Haldir’s fingers grazed against the skin of his stomach as he pulled the blanket down. He licked his lips and looked up at the Elf just as Haldir looked up at him. Their eyes met and he offered a slight smile. “Besides… I love the feeling of your hands against my skin… I think I want to be awake for it this time.”

Haldir’s eyes darkened at Faramir’s admission and it took him a moment before he could look away. He wanted to touch Faramir… all right, he wanted to do more than touch him, he admitted. And why should he not? They were both consenting adults, and though he still hadn’t quite forgiven Faramir for saving his life when he was trying so hard to end it, he saw no harm in the two of them having a bit of fun. “Then close your eyes, relax, and let me clean you,” he said softly, wetting the sponge with warm water and wringing it out. “Let’s start from the top and work our way down.” His hand trembled slightly for a moment before he regained control of himself and gently ran the sponge over Faramir’s face and neck. “How does that feel?”

Faramir was pleased to see the effect his words had on Haldir, the way his eyes darkened from a brilliant blue to almost indigo. He rested his head back as instructed and after several more minutes did close his eyes. Haldir’s hands were gentle and efficient, though a few times it felt like more than simply bathing him. As if Haldir was taking pleasure in what he was doing as much as Faramir was. The warmth of the water felt wonderful against his skin and he smiled. “Mmm, it feels wonderful,” he whispered. The problem was it almost felt too wonderful and Faramir wondered the times Haldir had bathed him while was unconscious… did he grow aroused? Because he certainly felt himself stirring now.

Haldir unconsciously let his fingers trail over Faramir’s skin alongside the sponge, being especially careful around his wound. With gentility no one who knew him would ever have guessed he possessed, he cleaned the excess ointment and the weeping fluids away, his touch as light as a butterfly’s wing. When he was finished, he let the wound get a bit of fresh air as he wet the sponge again and moved it over Faramir’s chest and arms. Already warm skin was made warmer by the heated water, and as always while he was bathing the Ranger, Haldir was feeling a stirring in his groin. They had made their attraction clear, however, and he didn’t even try to hide the frank appreciative glances to every part of Faramir’s body as he moved on. The blanket lay just across Faramir’s waist and Haldir looked up. “I am moving the blanket now,” he informed his patient matter-of-factly, his heart skipping a beat or two as he imagined Faramir being aroused… and what would happen if he was.

Faramir’s eyes fluttered open several times while Haldir cleaned him, his breathing was faster now, and he could feel heat pooling in the center of his body. He wanted Haldir, there was never a question about that, from the first moment he’d set eyes on the Elf he had wanted him. Though this was just cleaning him, taking care of his wound, Haldir did it not with the detachment that might be expected from the usually stern Elf. His touch was gentle, not wanting to hurt him, he knew somehow that no matter what Haldir might say, his brusqueness or his attitude, he would never hurt Faramir purposefully. The longer that the Elf touched him though, his fingers as well as the sponge moving against his body, the more aroused Faramir became. It was a natural reaction really, someone this handsome, someone he was this attracted to, touching him, if only to treat him, was still arousing. Also the way the Elf looked at him didn’t seem to help make that arousal lessen. Haldir’s eyes were dark and they did look at him as if he appreciated what he saw aside from the horrible wound. It made Faramir feel special in the Elf’s eyes and swallowed hard when he was warned about the blanket. He knew Haldir would see how his touch affected him, but after all… Haldir knew that Faramir wanted him, so why not let him see just how much? He merely nodded in answer and was only blushing a little when the blanket was moved and Haldir was greeted with the sight of exactly how attracted Faramir truly was to him.

Haldir’s hand trembled only slightly when he saw Faramir’s erection. The thick organ was hard and swollen, curving up against his belly, leaving Haldir with no doubt that certainly not all of the young man was injured. Without a word, he let the sponge trail over the crease of a lean hip, avoiding the arousal for the moment, already knowing that he couldn’t resist it for long. He simply didn’t know what to say… or do. The image of the Elves he’d paid to pleasure him flashed through his mind, and he remembered one particularly talented one taking him in his mouth. Would Faramir like that? The very idea should have disgusted him, but instead, the normally stoic Elf found that his mouth was almost watering. He had had Elves do that to him of course, but he’d never… though Gods, he wanted to now.

Without a word, he put the sponge aside and dipped his fingers in the water. His hand moved between Faramir’s legs, cupping the heavy testicles in his palm, and let his thumb move over the stiff flesh above. “And… how does that feel?” he asked softly, meeting Faramir’s gaze, and suddenly slightly unsure of himself since he had never done this before.

Faramir watched guardedly as his body was revealed to Haldir and was relieved to see that the Elf didn’t think it was amusing. Instead he continued on with his task, the sponge moving over his skin. When Haldir set the sponge aside and wet his hand instead, Faramir gasped when damp fingers cupped him, his body reacting and his hips moving slightly. “Gods…” Faramir licked his lips and stared into the blue eyes staring so intently into his own. “Better than wonderful,” was his only answer. His fingers curled into the sheet under him and Faramir hardly realized he was rocking his hips against Haldir’s hand. If he’d thought about it, he probably looked wanton, lying there like this but he didn’t care.

The heaviness behind the lacings of Haldir’s own breeches grew more intense as he watched Faramir. He said little, but remembered every movement, every gasp, studying Faramir intently since, apparently, they would be lovers one day. With a small nod, he focused back on the sac cupped in his hand and gently rolled one, then the other testicle in his palm, tugging lightly, simply experimenting for the moment and ignoring his own need.

Finally, however, he decided that honesty was simply the best policy. “You cannot move much, you are attracted to me, I am attracted to you, and since we have planned on being intimate, I think I would like to learn more about what you would like, Faramir. Do you have any objections to that?” He had no idea how clinical he sounded, but even if he did, he wouldn’t even have begun to know how to phrase his words differently. Worrying about someone else’s pleasure was new to him, and he was going about it the only way he knew how… step by step, in a logical and well-formed plan.

Faramir moaned softly as Haldir continued to touch him and Gods, how did the Elf know what would make him squirm like this? When Haldir spoke Faramir’s first thought was amusing though he didn’t laugh aloud. You have your hand on me like that and ask if I have objections? Instead he smiled and shook his head. “No, no objections… in fact I’d be disappointed if you did not wish to do more,” he whispered honestly.

A small smile touched Haldir’s lips as Faramir spoke. His tongue snaked out, and he not only wanted to lick at the thin drop of fluid that seeped from the tip of Faramir’s erection, but he needed to. His thumb ran over the engorged tip, gathering the fluid carefully, and brought it to his mouth. “Just like your mouth,” he murmured, wrapping his fingers back around Faramir’s length and stroking him slowly and a bit clumsily, “sweet, and warm…”

It certainly wasn’t like touching himself, that was for sure, but he knew what he liked… and hoped Faramir would be of the same mind. He looked up again and tried not to let his nervousness show. “I have never… pleasured anyone, so if I do something wrong, you must tell me.”

Faramir gasped when Haldir’s hand moved, and watching him lick his thumb that way made butterflies dance in his stomach and his heart trip in his chest. Gods, Haldir had no idea at all how attractive he was and how much just that simple thing made Faramir want him even more. He licked his own lips and then… when Haldir spoke again he felt his heart melt. He was in very real danger of losing his heart to this Elf… and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop himself. Yes, it was likely he would be heart broken later… but for now, Faramir couldn’t help himself. Just the idea that Haldir in all his long years had never chosen to pleasure another and was offering that to him now… it said more than words could ever say between them. He nodded in answer, unsure what to say, simply touched beyond words. He wanted to reach out to touch Haldir, but was slightly unsure of himself, which seemed an odd thought at the moment. He had never really touched Haldir very much… the Elf touched him yes, but it wasn’t the other way around very often and most of those touches had been incidental… but this was entirely different. Staring at him for a moment, Faramir’s hand rose wishing to touch Haldir’s face or sink into golden hair. “Will you allow me to touch you, Haldir?” he asked softly. It seemed a strange request given the situation but Faramir knew that Haldir would understand.

Out of habit, Haldir started to shake his head no, but the idea of Faramir’s touching him was almost as arousing as what he was about to do to Faramir. With a smile he tentatively rested the palm of his hand on Faramir’s stomach and rubbed the soft down below his navel, finding he liked the sensation, then moved so that the outstretched fingers wouldn’t have to strain to reach him. “Aye, you may touch me,” he said softly, wrapping his fingers around Faramir’s length and giving it a light squeeze.

Faramir gasped and his hand shook as he reached for Haldir, pleased that he’d agreed and very pleased with the way the Elf was touching him. His fingertips traced along the side of Haldir’s face, down his jaw before moving back and tracing the outer shell of his ear, curious, he supposed, about them. When his fingertip moved over the pointed tip, he felt Haldir shake and smiled, loving the fact that he could get such a reaction from him. His own body was reacting as well, his skin was flushed and he was so hard he ached, but he knew this was new to Haldir and didn’t push for him to go faster.

Haldir’s ear was almost as sensitive as his erection, but he was hesitant to admit that out loud. It was giving away too much, he thought, though his actions seemed to speak for him, as he couldn’t stop himself from shuddering in pleasure each time Faramir touched the tip. It seemed the organ in his hand was growing harder with every passing moment, and he knew just how painful that could be. “Tell me if I do this wrong,” he again reminded his future lover. Not giving him a chance to respond, the Elf leaned down and licked at the tip of Faramir’s arousal. The taste was the same, still warm and sweet, and he wanted more. Lowering his head again, he licked at the surprisingly warm skin at the base of the cock in his hand, then worked his way up with long swipes of his tongue, until he was again licking at the head. Gods, he was going to burst if he didn’t touch himself, he thought, moving his free hand to unlace his breeches and free his own rigid flesh.

Faramir was fascinated by Haldir’s reaction to the simple touch to his ear and wondered if all Elves enjoyed that or just this one. Faramir had no desire to find out about other Elves though but he did wish to find out so much more about Haldir. When Haldir spoke he simply looked at him for a moment as he watched his lover lean down. He gasped at the first tentative touch of Haldir’s tongue against him and then moaned as his lover continued. His body automatically arched into the touch, reacting on instinct alone as his fingers sank into Haldir’s hair. They curled against his scalp not guiding or holding him in place, simply enjoying the connection. A part of him did wish it were his own hand on Haldir as he watched him free his arousal, wanted to taste him too, but he wasn’t exactly in the shape to even attempt it. That didn’t make the desire go away though and didn’t change the fact that once he could he wished to do all sorts of things to bring Haldir as much pleasure as just this was bringing him. It wasn’t perfect, Haldir was hesitant, and slightly awkward but desire and something else entirely that Faramir wasn’t able to put a name to yet, made this better than any time he’d spent with any other lover.

Sighing as long fingers tangled in his hair, Haldir couldn’t help but think that this too was a sensation he enjoyed. Maybe giving pleasure, in some circumstances, was pleasurable in itself. He certainly seemed to be proving that, since his own arousal was impossibly hard against his palm as he slowly stroked himself. It felt odd, to be tasting someone like this – a Man no less, not even another Elf. The thought of doing this to anyone else repulsed him, however, and he concentrated on just hearing and feeling Faramir’s reactions right here and now. After a moment, he took a deep breath and, careful to cover his teeth, let his lips slide over the head of Faramir’s length, then down a bit further, feeling the thick organ twitch and leak on the back of his tongue. His own erection reacted in kind, almost startling him with the intense wave of pleasure and fire racing through his veins as he began to suck gently on the flesh in his mouth, forgetting only once and letting his teeth scrape over sensitive skin. Quickly licking at the spot, he murmured an apology and kept going, enjoying this far too much to stop.

When Haldir seemed to grow a bit more confident in what he was doing and his lips sealed around him, Faramir moaned, his breath catching in his chest as he was taken into warm, wet heat. Haldir was moving slowly, but Faramir’s pulse was so rapid he thought his heart might jump right out of his chest. He winced and startled a little when teeth scraped against him, but he merely continued to caress Haldir’s scalp letting him know that he was fine and it was all right. It was such a small thing compared to how good everything else felt. He smiled at the murmured apology though. “Gods… you are… a fast learner though,” he teased just a little, gasping when Haldir’s tongue pressed hard against him. He shuddered, feeling himself leak even more against his lover’s tongue, the pleasure coursing through his body, blurring out any pain in his shoulder.

Haldir smiled around the flesh in his mouth and kept moving, his mouth on Faramir and his hand on himself working in tandem to bring them both close to the edge. Each time either of them seemed to be close, he backed off, settling for holding his own arousal at the base until he regained his precious control, or simply licking at Faramir’s length and avoiding the tip until he seemed to relax as well. He was torn between wanting Faramir to loose all control and wanting to just lay over him and touch him until he came… and decided to do both. He stopped stroking himself and wrapped his fingers around what his mouth could not accommodate and then looked up at Faramir, lips swollen, face flushed, eyes dark with desire. “Let go. Let me taste you completely,” he murmured,
letting his lips sink down again and working the thick organ with both his mouth and hand.

Faramir was brought to the edge so many times he lost count. Gods, Haldir truly was a fast learner because he was trembling with need, almost ready to beg the Elf to let him come. When Haldir shifted on the bed though and looked up at him, Faramir felt his heart leap in his chest from the look in his eyes. No one had ever looked at him the way Haldir was looking at him now. When the whispered words reached his ears, Faramir swallowed hard and nodded, unable to trust his voice. Then wet heat sealed around him again and he moaned, his body so close to the edge already that it wasn’t long before Haldir’s request was granted. Faramir came hard, his fingers curling in Haldir’s hair, crying out as his hips moved just a little, not wishing to choke Haldir but unable to remain still.

As warmth flooded into his mouth and down his throat, Haldir swallowed as quickly as he could, all the while watching as Faramir writhed beneath him. So this was how it felt to please a lover? It wasn’t sex exactly, but Gods, it was erotic, and exciting, and something he wanted to do again and again. It occurred to him that if things went as planned and he indeed went off to battle after he left Gondor, Faramir would be the only real lover he would ever have. It stood to reason then, that he should experience anything and everything he could in the short time they had together.

When he had swallowed the last drop of Faramir’s release, Haldir cleaned him gently with his tongue, and then pulled away, giving him a moment to recover. His hand moved up and again fondled the delicate testicles, remembering how Faramir had seemed to enjoy that before. “I did that correctly, then? You found pleasure in what I was doing?”

Faramir was actually surprised that Haldir hadn’t pulled away when he came, pleased that he did not, but happily surprised. He was still gasping for breath and shivering when Haldir drew away again and touched him with such careful hands. The hands of a warrior but so incredibly sensual and gentle with him. He smiled as Haldir spoke, and trailed his fingertips along his cheek. “You did… and Gods, I did find pleasure… very much so… but you haven’t…” he said softly wishing he weren’t injured and could do more.

“Oh, I will,” Haldir finished for him. “But first you must get hard again.” He seemed to know all the places not to touch just yet, pleased that in this respect at least, Men and Elves weren’t so different after all. He knew that words as well as actions often aroused him, so he continued as his hand moved up and over Faramir’s softened flesh, tugging lightly and smiling as it began to fill again in response. “I want you just as hard as you were before, – hard and wet and dripping – so when I kiss you, you can taste yourself in my mouth. Then I am going to lay over you, grind my cock against yours until you scream so loudly, that were I not kissing you – and I will be – then all the healers in Rohan would think you were dying…”

Faramir felt his face flush as Haldir spoke but then all his blood seemed to rush south once more. His body reacted to both Haldir’s touch and his words and he was surprised by his own body, never becoming aroused again this quickly before. “Gods…” he breathed out the word softly and watched his lover, Haldir was still mostly dressed in fact, and he ineffectually tugged at Haldir’s tunic. “Take it off… I want to see you, please?”

Haldir had often been called a ‘cold but skilled’ lover, and while he felt anything but cold now, he was grateful for the ‘skilled’ part, because he found he loved watching, and feeling, Faramir respond to him so freely. He sat back up on the bed and undressed in record time, tugging his tunic over his head and shoving his breeches down and pushing them away with his bare feet. When he was finished, he carefully laid himself over Faramir’s body, keeping an eye on his wound as he did so, but not moving just yet, despite the fact that he could feel his arousal leaking against his lover’s skin. “There,” he murmured, pressing his thigh between Faramir’s legs until they parted. “Now you can see and feel me…”

When Haldir sat up and began to undress, Faramir could not take his eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, absolutely every inch of him pure perfection. His skin unblemished and smooth, his body lean and muscled and Faramir found his arousal that was rebuilding quickly, stir even more in interest, as he gazed at the Elven warrior. Haldir was quite simply every fantasy Faramir had ever had, right there before him. His legs parted easily when Haldir settled over him, and he gasped when he felt how hard his lover was against him. He licked his lips as his hand roamed along his lover’s backside. “You are even more gorgeous than I ever imagined,” he whispered.

As Faramir spoke, Haldir was already getting ready to feast on his body again, oddly addicted to the taste of the Ranger. While the Elf was certain that feeling would pass (after all, Faramir was a man), he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying him at that moment. He was lost in Faramir’s body just then, not thinking that touching him was awkward, or realizing how vulnerable this need to kiss every inch of the young man would have made him feel under normal circumstances. Right then and there, he simply wanted Faramir. There was no time or room to think of anything else. “And you are quite beautiful yourself,” he murmured, sliding one hand beneath Faramir’s lower back and tilting his hips up so that their lower bodies could grind together and Faramir wouldn’t have to take a chance on straining his shoulder. “Stubborn, argumentative, and I still have not forgiven you for risking your life to save mine… but I cannot deny that you are pleasing to look at… and to taste.” With that, he licked his lips, leaving no doubt as to what he was referring to as their eyes met.

The way Haldir touched him, the way he looked at him, made Faramir feel as if he were at the center of the Elf’s world. It may not be true at all, this may just be a way for Haldir to release the sexual tension that had been lingering between them or even just a way to pass the time but it still made him feel special. Curling one leg over one of Haldir’s, Faramir smiled at the returned compliment and wasn’t sure if he should feel scolded by his next words and then the last ones left his body twitching under Haldir’s simply from the look the Elf gave him. Faramir’s body moved against the Elf and he moaned softly. “Gods…” he murmured still unable to believe he’d grown aroused again so quickly or so easily.

“No… not one of the Gods,” Haldir teased as he panted against Faramir’s neck and shifted his hips. “Only an Elf. An Elf who is very hard at the moment… as you can tell.” His erection ground against Faramir’s thigh as he leaned up on one arm, supporting his body weight and reaching down between them to take both shafts in his hand. His thumb ran over first Faramir’s arousal, then his own, gathering the precome that was seeping out, and using it to slick his fingers. It was strange, this having to think of another’s pleasure, but he found that he couldn’t look away from the dark blue eyes beneath him, even as he moaned in pleasure at his own touch. “Slowly, Faramir, slowly,” he murmured, slowing his hand since he was the one setting the pace, but wrapping his fingers tighter around both organs. “You are still injured.”

Faramir almost laughed when Haldir teased him, though at that moment he could hardly breathe, let alone laugh. His heart was racing again and he wanted Haldir as much if not more than he’d wanted him just a short time before. No one had ever made him desire them so much. His moan was low in the room when Haldir’s hand moved against his sex, he shifted his hips a little but stopped when Haldir murmured to go slowly. He swallowed hard and concentrated on not giving in to the overwhelming need he felt. Frankly, he’d all but forgotten his injury, any pain of it blurred out by the pleasure still humming through his body. Likely he might just be sore or in pain but his body was focused on his arousal, his desire for Haldir and the gorgeous eyes staring into his own. “I have never wanted anyone the way I want you…” it was true. He didn’t just want Haldir, a part of him wanted to belong to the Elf, to do anything and everything the blond wanted him to. It was almost disconcerting how much he wanted that.

So lost in the moment that he almost forgot to censor his words, Haldir sucked gently on Faramir’s neck and smiled. “Aye,” he murmured, “This is somehow different than…” He paused, frozen in place so thoroughly that even his hand between them stopped for a moment. He berated himself for not thinking before he spoke, but quickly recovered. “Many Elves have told me I am skilled in the bedroom,” he managed smoothly. Before Faramir could respond, Haldir sealed their lips together and kissed him deeply, all the while still stroking.

Faramir’s head had fallen back as Haldir’s mouth worked at his neck, feeling the mark it would leave and not caring if everyone saw it. His heart stilled for a moment as Haldir paused, different than what? Different than with another Elf? Different than… he swallowed hard as his mind started to play out all sorts of phrases that could have finished that sentence but soon his lips were captured and the kiss was so deep, Haldir’s hand moving on him that way, feeling his flesh against his lover’s… it all made him forget his train of thought and get caught up in the amazing sensations the Elf could draw from him. His tongue licked at Haldir’s, returning the kiss as his hips shifted under his lover. He desperately wanted to know what it would feel like to have Haldir inside him but right now this felt too good to stop.

Haldir was sure each stroke of his hand would be the last. He was so close, having gotten painfully hard as he’d taken Faramir in his mouth and now, feeling their bodies moving together, skin against skin, the friction of his lover’s hard flesh grinding against his own as his hand moved between them, the way Faramir was kissing him with such abandon – it was almost too much. He felt his balls draw up close to his body, their fullness and heaviness as they shifted making him moan helplessly inside Faramir’s mouth. He pulled away for only a moment, and even then, only enough so that he could whisper a single word before recapturing sweet lips with his own. “Now.” As he spoke, he felt his cock pulse and spill between them, covering his lover’s stomach and chest and dripping over the still rigid length in his hand.

Faramir was almost writhing beneath Haldir, his body moving with his lover, needing to come again, though he’d already found his release less than an hour before. His skin tingled each place they touched and though he could have breathed more easily, his lips refused to draw away from Haldir’s until the Elf finally pulled away from him. The word ‘now’ was spoken on a breath, before Faramir’s mouth was recaptured and Haldir’s moan and the feel of the heat spreading between them rapidly threw him over the edge as well. His hips arched upwards, his entire body drawing tight as a second orgasm rushed over him. After several long moments he collapsed back against the bed, melting into it, as he continued to kiss his Elven lover. He had felt want, need, and desire before but realized until now… until Haldir, he had never felt true passion.

As his fingers were covered with Faramir’s seed, Haldir was still reeling from his own intense orgasm. Their bodies seemed to melt together as one as his lover arched up against him, and somehow, Haldir couldn’t find a single reason to complain. In fact, he held the lithe young body close for long moments as if to welcome Faramir into himself, the spell broken and his body stiffening as he realized just how much he’d given of to the man beneath him. It shook him to his very core, and he was almost ashamed as he pulled away from the kiss. To be so vulnerable to another… and a man at that. He rolled off Faramir at once and lay beside him, smiling, but not drawing him close as he sometimes did when they slept or kissed. “I… you…” He had no idea what to say, so he stuck with something more familiar. “Your wound… did I hurt you?”

For a few wonderful moments they held close to each other as Faramir shook beneath his lover, never knowing that not actually being taken could feel this fulfilling. He was slightly confused when he felt Haldir’s muscles grow rigid as the Elf drew away from him but he was still so caught up in his own feelings of pleasure that he simply looked at the Elf for a long moment as he lay beside him on the narrow bed. He shook his head slightly. “No… at least I do not think so. My… my mind has not been focused on my injury… right now I feel quite… wonderful,” he settled on though the word did not seem enough to explain how he truly felt. “You were right though.” When Haldir looked at him questioningly, Faramir smiled. “If you had not been kissing me I think I would have cried out so loudly it would have shook the rafters.”

Haldir’s eyes sparkled with amusement as Faramir recalled his own words. “Well, I am glad you feel wonderful,” he grinned, sliding off the bed and quickly gathering his clothes. Lying in bed naked with a lover was… just not something he did, though he had to admit it would feel wonderful to just lie back down and nap for a few hours after such an exhausting bath. Cleaning himself and dressing quickly, he decided the safest course of action was to simply resume his duties, however. Almost as if nothing had happened, he was dipping the sponge back into the water and cleaning Faramir’s stomach. “I think the water has grown cold,” he sighed. “I will get more.” In truth, it was a bit cool, but he really only wanted a few moments alone to think… to figure out just when and where he’d gone too far and shown too much, for he felt certain he had.

Faramir watched as Haldir got up and grinned at the way the Elf’s eyes sparkled. He would have liked for Haldir to stay close, to lie in the bed and allow Faramir to snuggle close to him but he wasn’t about to embarrass himself by asking. He remained silent as Haldir got up to seek warmer water and wondered if Haldir was uncomfortable about what they’d done or merely focused back on the task of cleaning him again. Faramir settled back on the bed and closed his eyes trying to regain control of his still too rapid heartbeat. He couldn’t be sure but perhaps Haldir was just as overwhelmed as he had been? Faramir opened his eyes and glanced over at the Elf but Haldir seemed to be wearing the mask that he often did, his emotions tightly reigned in even after something so… powerful, at least to Faramir it had been powerful.

Not even thinking it odd that Faramir was the only patient who was allowed to keep his door locked, Haldir unlocked it, smoothed his hair down, and stepped out into the hallway. He stopped the first person who happened to be wandering by with warm water and simply demanded he hand it over, which the young man did without protest. The blond Elf was used to having his way, and the healers, their assistants, and even some other patients had found it easier to just do what he wanted, rather than even attempt to argue. Rather than return to their room with the basin of water however, he stood outside the door for long moments, wondering why Faramir had looked at him so oddly as he’d gotten out of bed. It was only sex, a mutual pleasure, a shared release.

Wasn’t it?

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26 Comment(s)

Wow. This is amazing. I just love the way Faramir’s and Haldir’s personalities are in this story. I really hope you update soon because I can barely wait =D

— Kristina    Wednesday 20 August 2008, 16:54    #

The way the two of you write this pairing is always drop-dead romantic. (Though I hope not literally so this time.) More, please!

— Ebbingnight    Thursday 21 August 2008, 4:05    #

you have on the edge now i want to know if haldir falls in love and more kissing i love,please write more thank chela

— chela    Thursday 28 August 2008, 5:21    #

Hi! Wow, as always, you truly know how to find the deepest level in your wonderful stories! It’s absolutely amazing and I cannot wait to read more! Thank you so, so much, best wishes, Eve

— Eve    Wednesday 3 September 2008, 21:31    #

Oh, wow. This is such good writing, and I love the way you characterize these two; they’re always so…meant for each other. Wonderful work, as always.

— wingy    Friday 5 September 2008, 7:47    #

please continue with this story. does haldir fall in love,does he ever see his brothers?will he learn how to love,i cant wait for the next installment,keep writing chela

— chela    Saturday 20 September 2008, 8:42    #

this chapter had me on the edge of my seat i loved it,will you ever have haldir make up with his brothers,i cnt wait for the next chapter love chela

— chela    Saturday 27 September 2008, 5:31    #

Oh, Denethor had better watch out when protective Haldir brings Faramir home to Gondor: this is beginning to look like love!

— Ebbingnight    Friday 10 October 2008, 0:04    #

I want to thank you both for this story. I have read all the stories I can find that you both have done since the very first one I read, which was Absence of Fear. I anxiously await each new addition. I love this story and the way you portray both Haldir and Faramir. Thank you so much!!!

— Kelly    Thursday 16 October 2008, 15:16    #

Haldir, no, no —- don’t listen to that voice in your head, but to the one in your heart!

— Ebbingnight    Thursday 30 October 2008, 14:34    #

Thank you all for the lovely messages! I’ve tried to respond individually, but my email has filtered some of the comments to spam and deleted, so I don’t have all the email addresses! But rest assurred, both Sairalinde and I have received and read each message and appreciate every one. :) We’re both thrilled you enjoy our stories and our characters, and have many more to post in the future. Thank you again to you all! :D

**Anorien

— anorienbean    Tuesday 4 November 2008, 18:50    #

This latest chapter – the long-awaited breakthrough for Haldir – is very welcome. It was clever of you to link it to the dreadful events from the original story. I’m rooting for your couple!

surreysmum    Saturday 8 November 2008, 14:11    #

Yippee!!!! Finally! I really like the way this chapter worked out. Can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Monday 10 November 2008, 21:12    #

Wasn’t expecting a vision of Haldir’s past, let alone a heart-breaker like this one. Can hardly wait to see what happens when Faramir awakes!

— Ebbingnight    Friday 21 November 2008, 15:49    #

Haldir dressing down Aragorn for daring to touch his Faramir is just priceless —- and precious!!

— Ebbingnight    Tuesday 2 December 2008, 22:46    #

ch 20 – Now that was hot! I’ve been enjoying this all along, but the against-the-wall sex in this one, well, let’s just say that did it for me. Thanks.

— Vanwa Hravani    Thursday 4 December 2008, 23:37    #

A perfect ending (for both the story now and for Haldir and Faramir—- someday in their very far future)! Thank you!

— ebbingnight    Wednesday 24 December 2008, 23:34    #

Such a nice ending…and I love love love how you made the story…how you describe every feeling and emotion to the max…it helps to calm me mind…THANK YOU ^^

— Ulaire    Friday 26 December 2008, 0:56    #

This was one of the most wonderful stories I have ever read^_^

— Suryallee    Thursday 21 May 2009, 1:51    #

It was a merely coincidence that I read one fo your Faramir and Haldir stories. I was reading a story written in my first language Spanish, and it had a little about Faramir and Haldir, I decided to look for some stories and I found yours. Since I felt in love with your stories and this wonderful pairing I always wonder “How would it be to read a story writte by those two about the Arrogant Haldir falling in love with Faramir” But I never in my life thought ti would already exist. I never guessed that you had already written one. Because it was a coincidence I found this website with this story and chapter 15 was so beautiful, it made my cry I love how you write and all the feelings, heart and effort you put in your stories. I always hated Eowyn I never liked the fact that was infatuated with Aragorn and wanted to have him so badly and she ended with Faramir It didn’t make sense to me that what she felt was “love” It looked like an insult to the word “love” and its concept, but no wonder that even if it doesn’t really exist, the events in this story show the true love that Faramir and Haldir would share! and I would always love this couple! Thank you for the story!!! It is amazing!

— LoretoW    Wednesday 24 March 2010, 5:46    #

I just read chapter 22, their wedding’s day it was wonderful, Haldir wasn’t the only who was crying I was crying too. I felt touched for every single word written in this chapter although I must admit I’ve been feeling this way since I put my eyes in this story. I’m sure that they won’t be they only ones who will remember that day, because as long as I live I will never forget these beautiful words or the whole story. I don’t have the heart to forget them and I don’t mean to either. This story is so breaktaking it’s the best story of you so far. In my opinion because it’s the story where you have catched their personalities to the maximum point. So I can say that this the story which wins a prize in catch their personalities! Altough it has won my heart too :) well I better keep on reading!

— LoretoW    Thursday 25 March 2010, 3:32    #

Oh! It’s finally over, I was so used to read chapters that I feel a little hollow knowing that this story is over. But it was wonderful and I would love to read again in other time. And maybe one day my Englis can be enough to translate it into Spanish. But I still have a long way to go. It was beautiful, and I loved all the chapters. Haldir was the best he was always so arrogant it’s incredible how well you catch their personality that will never cease to surprise me! Wonderful story _ Thank you, you have made me really happy! I’m sure I will have a smile for a long long time :)

— LoretoW    Thursday 25 March 2010, 3:59    #

this is actually really brilliant XD Its romantic, and has plenty of angst but a happy ending and i swear i was giggling or grinning the whole way though XD cooll story bro! EPIC.

— Power Of Funk    Monday 21 June 2010, 16:06    #

this is such a great story. Love your work, think I have read most of your work now. Love specially the ones about Faramir and Haldir..Hope you write more som day :-)

— blondie    Saturday 14 December 2013, 18:58    #

Do you have other sides where your work can be read. love it :-)

— blondie    Saturday 14 December 2013, 19:08    #

I read your story again. First time I read it was 5 years ago and I still love it. I really hope you see my comments.

— blondie    Monday 3 July 2017, 22:45    #

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