LOTR::Haldir/Legolas::NC-17::Lost Part 9

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Title: Lost

Author: dejectedmadness

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Legolas/Haldir

Disclaimer: We do not own these characters, we simply made up stories because we liked them so much.

Summary: Legolas gets sucked into the real world and can't get back so he takes a job as an assassin where he can put his skills with range weapons to good use. After fifty years stranded here he takes a job to assassinate a European figurehead and comes face to face with someone he thought he lost many years ago.


Chapter 8: Unforeseen Circumstances

I hopped a flight to London, getting tired of jumping back and forth, and this time I had a different plan. I did not bring a gun, I did not have a gun, and I did not need a gun. I needed myself. I needed me. And I needed the element of surprise. However, that was hard to achieve seeing as I needed to use the link that was refurbished between myself and my lover in order to find him, and that meant that he could sense me too. I blocked it. I blocked it as well as I could so he knew I was within maybe a hundred miles, he knew I was alive, but he did not know how close I was. I then tried to slowly follow the trail I sensed back to where Haldir must have been.

He was across town from where I was now, that I knew, but I didn’t know where. I looked around using my intuition and elvish eyesight to catch any hints as to where he might be. I found him after searching through the daylight hours. It was early evening, about seven, when I found him. He was asleep in a room in a hotel well under his budget.

“Well that was a waste of perfectly good spying skills,” I thought to myself. “He was asleep, he would not have known I was coming.” I shook my head and looked around the street. There were guards everywhere, all of them were keeping an eye out for the light-brown haired young man they’d seen before, but I still looked like I died the night they did not actually see me with my lover. My hair was shorter and darker, I was wearing extravagant clothing and I stood out enough that I blended in.

I entered the hotel and smiled at the clerk at the desk as I pulled something out of my pocket that anyone would assume was keys. It was a set of keys, and a lock pick. A guy should always be prepared. I went up to the third floor and got out. Haldir was on the fifth floor but there were be guards everywhere. How would I get in if I walked up to the door and tried to pick the lock that way?

No I needed and alternate method of getting in. I went to the laundry room on this floor and looked around. There was a vent in the wall that I easily pried off. It was not on seeing as it was not very warm in here, no one had been doing laundry yet today, or else the time was long past. I climbed into the vent, taking my shoes off and sliding them into my coat pocket. I did not want to make noise and fabric against metal would not, whereas a nice pair of shoes would.

I knew it would be slightly difficult climbing up slippery metal two stories but it was worth it. I found a vent leading upward, knowing that this would lead me to the floor I wanted, I then started to shimmy up the narrow space. I paused for a break at the fourth floor, it had taken my five minutes, but I was silent and unseen. I then, after resting a moment, returned to the task at hand and began to climb to the fifth floor.

“Now where am I?” I thought when I got to the next platform level. I was clearly on the floor I wanted as I could see various guards outside of the grate I sat next to. They all seemed to hover around one door about three rooms down. I had to crawl through the vent and then take a right where it turned at the end. Then I had to just keep moving until I saw him through another vent, or his clothes, or until I could sense him.

There he was, asleep in the chair. He looked very handsome there, his head rolled back and his eyes half-lidded. He seemed very peaceful. His hair, though shorter than it was in Middle Earth, was still long and shiny, its silvery colour reflecting the gaudy incandescent lights in the room. I approached the grate and wiggled it with my hands a little, trying to get it loose enough to ease it off without noise.

I pulled the vent off and held it in my gloved hand. I slid into the room and turned to put the vent cover back on when I heard a sound behind the door.

When the door opened I had successfully placed the vent cover back on and was standing on the sill of the bay window in front of the blinds but behind the curtain.

“Sir?” I heard. “Sir, if you would like room service, we can order something special from the kitchen for you.”

I did not hear the reply but it was only a moment before the door closed and I stepped out from my hiding place.

Haldir was standing by the cabinet seemingly in concentration. I could feel his mind probing for the connection. He knew I was blocking him and he was unsure where I was. It made me want to laugh, but I remained silent, staring at him as he gave up finally. He opened the cupboard and pulled out a glass. He put ice in it and poured himself some scotch.

He looked so magnificent. I could barely see his glow, people in this time did not glow, and somehow it dulled the light emanating from elves such as him and myself. It was still slightly visible to those who looked. To others it would be cast aside as a trick of their eyes.

His shoulders were still squared and strong, he was a very muscular elf. It took my breath away to see the way the suit he wore hung from his chiselled body as he moved more gracefully than his stature would have made one believe.

I looked at his hands, large and delicate, still very pale, as elves tend to be. I remembered the feeling of those hands touching me, my body, I remembered kissing those hands. I remembered them doing things to me to make me cry out in the night. How I missed his hands. I looked at his stomach and remembered how fun it was to make him writhe with delight as I ravaged his stomach with my lips and teeth and tongue. It made his whole body flush when I abused that erogenous zone.

My eyes moved to his ears, the one spot that makes all elves fall apart when touched. They seemed more sensitive on Haldir. I imagine if he was not an elf that would have been another erogenous zone for him anyway, but since he was one of the First Born, touching, tasting, tickling those ears could make him weep. He always begged me not to touch him there because it was too much. The sensation overwhelmed him and aroused him so much he could barely withstand it. It made me desire him all the more to see him scream for me just with a little nibbling and a little touching to his ears.

I found myself walking forward now, silently, making no noise on the carpet. It was a gift with elves, being able to walk on top of snow, grass, carpet without making so much as a dent in any of them. I used it to my own advantage as I approached him from behind.

He had finished the scotch and put the glass down to pour himself some more. I could sense sadness from him now. He missed me more than he could say. He was so sad that I had become what I became, but he could live with it. He could either change me back or change himself only to be with me. He wanted me. He loved me.

It pierced me now, the sensation of longing. I wanted to calm and comfort him. I wanted to return to him, return home to him, and stay with him forever. I wanted to love him again. I wanted to be the Legolas I used to be.

When I stood mere inches from him I let a breath escape me, and he spun around to face me. I still kept the link between us closed. I did not want him to know how much I had changed, how much remorse I felt, and how much I still loved him.

He did not speak, just swallowed the whole glass of scotch in one gulp and set it down on the table. He faced me, not moving his eyes from mine, not saying anything, for a very long time. I wanted him to say something or to touch me, but this silence, it was torture.

“Why did you hide yourself?” He asked.

“I did not want you to sense me coming.” I confessed.

“You did a good job.” He was silent again then. I was so close I could smell the liquor on his breath. He had been drinking a lot today, he might not be entirely sober, I realized. Of course, he had been in hiding. “Are you going to kill me this time? Or are you going to run away again?”

I felt like my cheeks should have flushed but they did not. I simply shook my head. “I brought no weapon.”

His eyebrows rose in questioning but he did not voice his wonders. “If you are not here to do your master’s bidding, then why have you come?” His voice was cold and unfeeling. I could not bear to hear that contempt in his words.

I felt my hold on the block for our link waver. I knew he felt a sudden jolt then. I knew because he almost visibly staggered from the power of the feelings that jumped through when I let the block begin to fail. “I needed to see you.”

Haldir sat down, still reeling from the numerous feelings I kept bottled within me and possibly from the amount of drink he had consumed today. He looked up at me. “Do not hold back for my sake.” I paused a moment before I shook my head.

“It will hurt not only you, but me if I were to open up now.” He smiled and stood again. “Legolas…” I flinched at the name but said nothing. “Legolas, I am here, you have come for a reason. If you need comfort, if you need love, you have found it. If you open up I will comfort you.” He lowered his voice and touched my face so gently I wondered that I even felt it. “I love you still, melamin.”

I was touched by his words but still felt it would be wrong to open the floodgates, as it were, and let all of the emotions that built inside me to flow free with the link we shared. I opened the link first. I let him feel my heart and know I was there, close to him, beside him. He nodded and I felt my eyes close as I broke down the wall blocking my feelings, my pain and my love for him, and everything else that I kept inside and I felt the tears start to rush from my eyes as I clenched them shut, trying to bear the heartache and the pain and the guilt that flooded from me. I felt Haldir reel from the onslaught of emotions that flew to him through me. I felt my heart throb and I collapsed to the floor.

It hurt so much, all these years I was stuck here, I despaired as no other elf could despair without fading. I lived for years without the comfort of anyone or anything that I recognised. Sometimes I even thought that perhaps it was a mad hallucination that I was an elf from such a ridiculous world. I thought I might just be crazy and not realize it. Sometimes I knew with all my heart that Haldir was there waiting for me, but for the life of me I could not return to him.

Such emotions ran through me now that it was a wonder I did not explode before. I was clutching my arms to my chest lying on the floor thrashing about when I realized a pair of arms were holding me. They were trying to soothe me and calm me, and it was then I felt a serenity pass through me that calmed my nerves. I relaxed into the rocking sensation and felt my pain subside. My breathing returned to normal after a moment or two and a few minutes later my tears subsided. Still Haldir held me and rocked me. I felt like a child, but it felt so good to be held in his arms once more that I didn’t dare speak or move for fear he would let me go.

After a long moment Haldir spoke to me. “For too long you have been carrying this pain. I am here; I am with you now. I will not let you hurt again.”

I let my last tears trickle down my cheeks but he wiped them before they could fall. I looked into his eyes. I missed those most of all. No amount of pleasure or pain could go unexpressed in those eyes. Haldir left those for me; they were open books into his soul. I looked into them now and all that I saw there was love and regret and hope. “It has been too long lirimaer. To be without you for any length of time more would mean death to me.”

He held me tight and whispered words of endearment into my ear, “Legolas, my heart bleeds without you, but your pain is worse. I have been for many years among my own people in my own home, you have been trapped in an alien world for all this time, and you need not suffer more. I would take you back to Middle Earth with me, my love, to Lorien, to Mirkwood, anywhere you would like.”

I did not speak; I looked at him, not missing a detail. I devoured his features with my eyes. I wanted to kiss him, but I dared not for fear I would wake up and find this was a dream. He sensed my desire and moved instead. His lips descended on mine and I felt the same way as when I first kissed him, when we first discovered our mutual desires. It was full of passion and longing, I felt his lust mingle with my own. All I wanted now was to be with him for all time. I tried to kiss him delicately, tried to show restraint, but I could not and with urgency thrust my tongue into his mouth seeking his.

Haldir made a soft noise of pleasure at this movement and I kissed him more deeply. I wanted to touch him; I wanted to feel his body against my own in a lover’s embrace. I wanted him more passionately than I had ever wanted him. It had been fifty years since we found each other. Fifty years since my short stay in Lothlorien. It was too long. The time spent there was gone quickly and when I returned after the war it was to only a few years of contentment before I rushed out on this fool’s errand. After a half a century I had had enough of being without him. I wanted to take him, to make him mine.

However, I dared not move. I did not want to make him assume I only wanted a quick fix. I wanted to take it slowly and lovingly, spending days, months, or years just completing each other. Unfortunately, I would need to wait a little longer.

“Legolas,” Haldir pulled back and nuzzled his face into my neck. I felt his heated skin upon my own and whispered his name in return. “Legolas,” he repeated, “it is not time yet.”

I barely heard this though the words registered in my mind. I was still busy kissing his throat when he repeated his words. I pulled away slowly, with no assistance from him. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I am with you after many years, I have found you again after such a long time, and you expect not to-”

“Legolas, there are more important things at hand. I must speak with you at length.” I nodded, noting his immediate change from strictly loving to strictly business.

We both rose from our seats on the floor with as much dignity as could be mustered in such a situation, and he offered me a seat and a drink, the latter of which I refused. I despised the alcohol in this world it was nothing like good elvish wine. I sat and watched as he poured himself another glass of scotch and sat across from me.

“Legolas, you were gone a long time before I decided it was time for me to find you. I learned how to travel between this world and Middle Earth and I sought you out for years. I also tried to help change the world, as you were doing. I thought being in the public eye all the time would announce my presence to you, but you obviously do not watch a lot of TV or read the papers.”

I corrected him, “I read the papers; to change the world you must know what is happening in it.”

Haldir nodded, he must not realize that no one had ever seen a picture of him unless it was live on television. He continued. “Well, after many years I gave up the search and went back to Middle Earth thinking you might have somehow turned up there again. I was wrong, and there was something else I discovered that needed my assistance even more than your absence. An evil greater than Sauron has been plaguing Middle Earth, but he found his way here and has been working hard to return to Middle Earth, but while he is here, he is in human form. We must destroy him before he can return and destroy our fair world.” Haldir did not elaborate on the details, he simply got me to understand what needed to be done.

I pondered for a moment then spoke again. “Well as whom is he posing? What is his identity here?”

Haldir coloured visibly. He was not proud of the fact that he had been here so long without discerning the identity of the fiend. “I don’t know. It is nearly impossible to tell. Sometimes I get a feeling I am being watched and I know it is not by someone who means well. There is no one I think would want to get me out of the way more than Melkor. He knows what I plan to do. The time is coming, Legolas. He feels it, I feel it, and you can probably feel it. The time is coming that the barrier between our worlds will weaken enough that he can pass through it and return to Middle Earth.”

“How soon?” I asked.

Haldir shrugged. “Weeks, maybe days.” He sighed. “I have not been sitting idly during my time in this world. He has simply evaded me.”

I smiled forgivingly at my companion as he took another long drink. I wanted to go over there and tell him all would be well and that together we would look for Melkor and we would destroy his plans before all was lost, but I knew that there was a large chance that the most horrible of things would happen. As I was still thinking he spoke again. “The only hope we have now is that he will come here.”

I furrowed my brow. “Here? Why would he come here?”

“Surely you have felt it Legolas, or perhaps with the block you had not. This is the place the barrier will be the weakest. London, England, somewhere in this part of the world. If he intends to go back he will not take risks. He will come to this part of the world to cross back over.” I realised now that Haldir was right. I felt something, it was strange and it took me a moment to pinpoint what it was. It felt like home.

I finally nodded at him and I knew he realized I was trying to feel what he told me was right in front of me. Finally I spoke again. “How do we find him? How can you tell who he is?”

Haldir shrugged. “How could you tell in Middle Earth that a being like Grima Wormtongue was not on the side of good? You could feel it, sense it in them. You could tell that they were hiding something.”

“But everyone here is hiding something.”

“You must have been gone from our home far too long, my love. You have forgotten much to do with your elvish abilities since you have been here.” Haldir smirked and I knew he was joking, however, his words stung like the truth.

“So we are to sense his malice? We are to assume that we are looking at an evil being?” I asked. “Have we no way to prove the truth of our feelings before we kill?”

A sadness that I almost did not catch passed over Haldir’s features before it was replaced again by his passive expression. “In your line of work I did not expect you to feel remorse at killing one who may be innocent.” He laughed, but I saw right through it and swallowed hard. He was ashamed of me.

I nodded and looked away from his face. I could not look at him now. “So are we to patrol the streets feeling for this evil?”

Haldir smiled apologetically, realizing that he must have hurt me somehow. “I will do that, melethnin. You have had a trying time, you can rest here-”

I stood up and smiled at him before speaking. “No, I am intruding, I will go to my own place tonight. How shall I reach you?”

“If you would give me your address, I can meet you elsewhere. I doubt that upon seeing you again these guards would allow you to see me.”

“They have not seen me looking the way I do now. Only with the longer hair…” I paused and swallowed hard again. “Is there a pen?” I took this as a hint that he wanted to be the one in control of meetings. I scribbled down the hotel name and the street address and left it on the table. I smiled at Haldir, noting that he looked rather inebriated and remembering that he had been somewhat drunk before he poured himself that last drink.

I turned away from him and walked to the window. “I guess I’ll go now. If you need to get in touch with me you know how.”

“And I am sure if there is a dire emergency then you will find a way to get in touch with me.” Haldir looked like this amused him, my ability to get anywhere at any time. I did not smile, though I was sure in his state he did not notice that there might be something wrong.

I said goodbye and opened the bay window I had been standing in before so that I could shimmy down the drainpipe or something. Haldir reached out and took my hand. “Melamin, do not forget that I love you. Never forget that.” I smiled half-heartedly and turned away from him to my escape. I looked at him one last time before I climbed down and away from him.