LOTR::Haldir/Legolas::NC-17::Lost Part 12
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 11: Revelations
Haldir’s heart was full of joy, that day had been spent entirely on reunifying he and his past lover, his present lover. Haldir smiled at the thought but a voice interrupted his thoughts. “Excuse me, my mind was elsewhere, could you repeat what you were saying?”
A strange look was shot his way by the head bodyguard issued to him. “Certainly, sir. I was saying that it is unwise for you to leave the hotel without informing us of your whereabouts or taking guards with you. There are people out there who want you out of the way. We cannot do our job, sir-”
“Young man, it is not you who should be telling me what to do, but the other way around. I realize I should have mentioned that I was leaving, but because you would have forced me to take someone with me if I had, I did not. I called and told you I had gone out and not to worry about me. That should be enough from now on.” Haldir’s back was straight and his chest puffed out in arrogance. “Is that understood?”
The guard nodded and looked down shamefully. “Understood, sir.”
Haldir smiled. “Thank you, Jonathon, that will be all.” The man turned and left Haldir’s study. The March Warden sighed and relaxed into the leather chair. He turned to his right to where someone had placed a bottle of scotch and a glass. He picked up the bottle and then thought about Legolas.
”Have we both changed so much? I am a murderer and betray even the simplest request, and you have given up hope, you have taken to drinking like a fish, and you seem to want to control me and everyone around you.”
Haldir thought about Legolas’ words. It was true, he had become more pessimistic with his time in this world, he had resorted to drinking his problems away, but he was not an alcoholic by any means. It was just becoming a very stressful time for him right now, what with Melkor being impossible to find, his one true love suddenly showing up out of nowhere and trying to kill him twice before they shagged like newlyweds. Things were changing and the changing was hard. Haldir was finding less and less to be optimistic about.
Haldir sighed and shook his head to remove the thoughts. He picked up the bottle and poured a little into his glass. He brought it to his lips and took a sip. He closed his eyes and felt the heat of the liquor stream down his body. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. The only thing that made him feel better was being with his lover.
With a smile he raised the glass to his lips again.
* * *
I raised the glass to my lips again and drank the rest of my beer. I smiled at the thought of Haldir in my arms all day that day and put the glass down. I asked for another and turned around to survey the bar.
“Hey there, Jack.” Timmy stood next to me. “Why don’t we take a walk?”
Outside the bar was quiet and dark. The night was thick and humid; it felt like I was wearing an extra layer of skin. Timmy’s steps in his nice shoes echoed down the empty alley.
“So Jack, how’s life treating you these days?” Timmy asked.
I looked up from the ground. “It’s going to take a little bit; a couple more days at the least. He has things… things that he is doing. I can’t… he’s so busy.”
Timmy stopped walking and put his hand on my shoulder to stop me too. “Jack, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Today went off without a hitch; somehow you kept him busy. As long as he and his troops are not invading my privacy there is nothing to worry about really. Keep doing exactly what you have been doing… with the exception of one thing.”
I furrowed my brow. “One thing?”
He smiled and placed his hand on my cheek holding me steady while he leaned closer to me so I could smell the stale cigars on his breath. “Don’t let him leave your sight.” I still looked a little lost so he continued. “See how you are alone right now, he is off doing something. Well you should make sure that whatever he does, he does with you, and that it does not involve work of any kind.” He smiled again. “That way he won’t get in my way.”
I nodded and he backed away. I stood and watched him as he walked to the end of the alley and turned back to say something to me.
“Don’t let me down, Jack.” He smiled and watched as a car pulled up and the door opened for him to get in. I brushed my forehead off when he was safely far in the distance and returned to the busy bar. I approached the bartender and asked him where that beer was.
* * *
After another few drinks I was thoroughly inebriated and decided it was about time I got the heck out of that place. I approached the door or the joint and stumbled into the dark night- well morning, by now- and began the slow walk home.
I opened the door to my room and tripped over the mat by the door and fell to the floor inside. It seemed so funny to me at the time that I started to laugh uncontrollably. I rolled over onto my back and looked at the dark ceiling of my room and tried to sit myself up. By the time I was on my feet I had fallen onto the bed and could not get back up to just close the door to the room. I didn’t really care, however.
I did not register the sound of the door closing in my mind until the person who shut it was standing over me. He pulled on my arms to get me to sit up and I did manage to sit up but only when he propped me up on the bed against the headboard with pillows. He brought me a cup of coffee and told me to take a sip of it. I burned my tongue and started into a violent spray of swearwords and arm flailing. I stood up and went into the bathroom to relieve myself, but came out and apparently missed entirely. I took the pills he offered to me and ate some doughnuts.
When I was done and had eaten my fill I felt much better and a little less light-headed. I could focus on his face now. I also decided I could speak again, if not completely coherently, well enough for him to get the gist of what I meant to say.
“Haaaaldirrrr…” I laughed at myself and how funny his name sounded to me just then. “You know… you arrrrre reallllly a grrrrrreat guy. Eeeeven if Timimimmy wants me to-” I started laughing and put my hands in the form of a gun and pointed my finger at him. “Bang, bang, bang!” I laughed some more and rolled over on the bed almost falling to the floor.
“Legolas, you are terrible. When the hell did you start to drink like that?” He picked me up again and placed me back against the headboard. He undid my pants and pulled them down off my legs and told me to lift my arms so he could pull my shirt off over my head. He placed them on the chair next to the bed and turned back to me. I suddenly grabbed his arms and pulled him down on top of me. I kissed his lips passionately, still tasting the scotch on his tongue. I let my hand search indiscreetly between his legs and grabbed him.
That was when he pulled away.
I felt something hard hit my face and my cheek stung afterward. I realized it was his hand that had hit me, and I reeled for a moment. When I came back to my senses I looked at Haldir’s face. He looked just as shocked as I did at the fact that he’d slapped me. I clenched my teeth and forced myself to become slightly more coherent. I tried to force the effect of the alcohol away from me and focus. I cleared my throat and rubbed my eyes. Haldir’s jaw was moving but he was not speaking. He looked ready to apologize but he had not done anything wrong.
I stood up and started to wobble, he reached out to steady me, but I pushed his hands away and walked into the bathroom on my own. I closed the door and turned the shower on. I was in there for a good half hour and I knew I had the smell of beer and other liquor off me when I got out. I dried myself off and opened the small bag of clothes I had in the bathroom with me and put something else on. I brushed my teeth and drank a glass of water. I was trying to be sober. I had lost all desire to be inebriated. I was a little tired but I did not want to go to bed, it was only the alcohol and if I went to bed now I would wake up sicker than I normally would. I had to wait until it wore off. However, coffee would help. There was a little pot in the bathroom, strange to say the least, but perhaps a lot of people came here and ended up needed to sober up a little.
I put a pot of coffee on, and I opened the door. Haldir was sitting there on the bed in silence, seeming to be waiting for me to come out. He looked up when I appeared in the doorway.
“I… Legolas… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
I help up my hand to stop him from speaking. “Not your fault. Why are you here?” Clearly it was not to see me for personal reasons.
He looked down, knowing when he had been dismissed. “I came to see you. I felt… something. Something strange.”
“Sorry. I got drunk.” I said bluntly, feeling a little unloved at the moment.
Haldir looked like he was about to ask why but he stopped himself and continued with the business at hand. “I felt something near. Something strange. It was near you, I felt it. I know you didn’t because you were… are… tanked!” He looked a little disappointed, but it could have been my lack of focus.
I cleared my throat and tried to think before I moved or did anything so I could approach the coffee pot, which was finished making the brew by now, and pour myself a cup. I put it to my lips and ignored the bitter taste as I swallowed it down. “Like I said, I am sorry. Didn’t mean to get fucked up when you didn’t tell me you were coming to see me tonight. It’s not like I knew I had to be sane and conscious tonight. If I had known, I would not have gone to the pub.”
Haldir nodded. “Legolas, I am sorry-”
I held my hand up again to tell him to stop. “Haldir, that’s enough. You don’t need to be sorry. Don’t say it again.” I was not going to apologize, however, though somewhere inside me I knew it was probably wrong not to. “What are you here for? In full sentences.”
Haldir nodded and I sat down on the chair next to him, the world still spinning and me still feeling very, very drunk. “I knew you were out tonight, but I did not know where you were. I could feel something around you, something distinctly evil. I needed to come here and see you, even though I was pretty sure you were not here. I hoped that you could tell me whom you had talked to and seen all night so we could track down this person. There is a good chance it was Melkor.”
I shook my head feeling very depressed now, and could not think of anyone who seemed strange to me. “I cannot tell you, mate, not off the top of my head.”
Haldir nodded. “I realize.” He bit off his words sounding slightly bitter, and I chose to ignore it. “However, you were not near this person long, but when you were you were very close, I would say no less than a foot away from him. The feeling was that strong.” He seemed to still hope I could remember anyone I talked to that night.
“Haldir, my dear, I am fucked, in case my groping did not clarify that for you. I was close to a great many people tonight. Most were lowlifes and scum of the streets of London. They were robbers, murderers, rapists, and drug dealers. All of these people send off an evil vibe. I brushed up against quite a few of these people and I could not tell you if one was more evil than the others.” I took another sip of my coffee and hoped that I could focus a little better soon and be able to tell him what he needed to know. Unfortunately, I was still a little stung by his smacking me and was not entirely willing to be nice just yet. I know I was upsetting him by my resentment, but there was nothing I was willing to do about it now.
“Legolas… Jack… I need you to think about it. Was there anyone that you had very close contact with tonight, earlier tonight, perhaps before you were so drunk you could not see?” He was getting impatient.
I paused in mid sip of my coffee to think and then when I drank from my cup I told him exactly whom I talked to before being drunk. “I showed my I.D. to the bouncer and the bartender. I excused myself when I bumped into a couple on the dance floor and I asked a man if a seat was empty.” I took another sip but before I drank the liquid I stopped and my eyes widened and lowered the cup. “And… Timmy found me. He talked to me before I was drunk.”
Haldir raised an eyebrow. “Timmy?”
I stood abruptly and dropped the coffee on the floor. I swallowed. “Holy fuck.”
Haldir jumped up and looked at the broken shards of the mug on the floor before coming to my side. “I… I… How could I not have realized it? It was right in front of me. Thirty years and I was oblivious.” I suddenly felt incredibly sick.
Haldir led me to the bed and helped me sit down. I was still too drunk to be thinking this way. I wanted to just pass out already. I sat down and placed my face in my hands. My head hurt and it was not from the drinking. I could not believe how completely naïve and stupid I had been. All these years I had been working for the biggest source of evil this world or my own had ever encountered.
“It is Timmy….” I muttered. “Timmy is Melkor. I cannot believe I have been unable to see it until only now.”
Haldir placed a hand on my back and rubbed it to try to comfort me. He did not respond for a moment, but then he said, “Who is Timmy?”
I laughed. “Timmy, my love, is the man who hired me to kill you, the man I have worked for all these thirty years. Timmy is my boss.”
I swallowed, feeling sick, but I realized that this sickness, though it came from the remorse in my mind, was not going to pass so easily. Coupled with the alcohol in my system, this sickness was going to be on the floor if I did not move.
I jumped up and stumbled to the toilet. Thankfully my hair was now short and would not get in my way as the nausea rose in my throat again. I tasted bile and gagged. I spewed in the toilet, managing not to get any on myself. How attractive I must have looked, just then, to my lover.
I sat back on my heels and leaned against the cabinets under the sink. I wiped my mouth and took a few shallow breaths until I felt better. Haldir sat next to me on the floor and took my hand in his. He did not blame me for my ignorance.
“Legolas, you know this is no fault of yours. You could not have known.” I nodded at his words and smiled at him half-heartedly. “However, you know what you must do now, do you not?”
I shook my head and tried to stand. I needed to lay down in my bed.
He helped me up and then looked me in the eye. “You have to kill him, Legolas.” His eyes caught mine and I looked into them for any hint of anything: compassion, mercy, anything. I saw nothing. “He is close to you, my friend. He trusts you, he knows you, it is possible that he does not realize you are Legolas Thranduilion. It is possible that he thinks you are simply a boy-”
I shook my head. “He knows, Haldir. He knows because I have worked for him for thirty years, and it is hard not to see that I remain unchanged for all these years.” I sighed. “He has been playing with me. He needed to distract you and I, so he set me on this task. He knew that I could not complete it. He knew it would suffice to keep me busy and in the process keep you out of his hair, also. However, he must have known that you were here to destroy him. He must have known that you would tell me and that I now know.”
“What if he thinks that I knew you worked for him already and that you were loyal to him? He might think that I would betray you to kill him and therefore you would not know anything,” Haldir suggested. I made a gesture to agree with his idea, but I moved toward the bed.
“Forgive me, cormamin, but I cannot stand here. I feel unwell. I need to rest.” Haldir helped lead me to the bed, and I noticed he’d picked up the broken glass from the mug, probably when I was throwing up. I sat on the bed, and he helped me lay down.
“Drink will do this to you, my love.” He sympathized.
I shook my head. “This would not have happened if I had not become so upset. Likely, the drink has little to do with it.”
Haldir brought me some mouthwash and another glass to spit in. I felt better without the taste of vomit in my mouth. He lay down in the bed with me and I rested my head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling my face into his warmth. I was still quite dizzy and surprised that the last hour or so had passed with me seeming so sober. I was ready to relax back into my drunken state. I kissed his throat and he stroked my hair.
As if reading my mind, Haldir asked me, “How drunk are you, really?”
I laughed a little, probably more than was necessary at this time. “I am still fairly fucked up, my friend.” I swallowed. “I am sorry I groped you earlier. I was more interested in being drunk than in being proper.”
Haldir mumbled to me, “I am sorry I caused you to sober up.”
I laughed again and shook my head. “I am not sober, simply humbled.” I sniggered and kissed his throat again. “I am ready to be drunk again, however. It is much more fun than being clear-headed. I apologize in advance if you are not interested in putting up with this, and I give you permission to leave.”
Haldir kissed my head. “Clearly I am staying, liramaer.”
I rolled over onto my back and sprawled my body across the bed sheets. “I warn you, I may not behave quite so well as I have.”
Haldir nodded his consent, at which point I rolled back over and on top of him. I captured his lips with mine and ran my tongue across his teeth to gain entrance. He submitted, and I held his face in place with my hands as I kissed him.
My organ became hard in a matter of mere moments and I knew it was obvious to him, who was directly beneath me, but it mattered not to me. I ground my hips into his and kissed his jaw line, his throat, his collarbone, and kept moving lower. I had to ask the question, however.
“Why is it that now you do not object to my actions, but you did earlier?”
He smiled down at me. “Because now we have nothing more urgent to get out of the way.”
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 11: Revelations
Haldir’s heart was full of joy, that day had been spent entirely on reunifying he and his past lover, his present lover. Haldir smiled at the thought but a voice interrupted his thoughts. “Excuse me, my mind was elsewhere, could you repeat what you were saying?”
A strange look was shot his way by the head bodyguard issued to him. “Certainly, sir. I was saying that it is unwise for you to leave the hotel without informing us of your whereabouts or taking guards with you. There are people out there who want you out of the way. We cannot do our job, sir-”
“Young man, it is not you who should be telling me what to do, but the other way around. I realize I should have mentioned that I was leaving, but because you would have forced me to take someone with me if I had, I did not. I called and told you I had gone out and not to worry about me. That should be enough from now on.” Haldir’s back was straight and his chest puffed out in arrogance. “Is that understood?”
The guard nodded and looked down shamefully. “Understood, sir.”
Haldir smiled. “Thank you, Jonathon, that will be all.” The man turned and left Haldir’s study. The March Warden sighed and relaxed into the leather chair. He turned to his right to where someone had placed a bottle of scotch and a glass. He picked up the bottle and then thought about Legolas.
”Have we both changed so much? I am a murderer and betray even the simplest request, and you have given up hope, you have taken to drinking like a fish, and you seem to want to control me and everyone around you.”
Haldir thought about Legolas’ words. It was true, he had become more pessimistic with his time in this world, he had resorted to drinking his problems away, but he was not an alcoholic by any means. It was just becoming a very stressful time for him right now, what with Melkor being impossible to find, his one true love suddenly showing up out of nowhere and trying to kill him twice before they shagged like newlyweds. Things were changing and the changing was hard. Haldir was finding less and less to be optimistic about.
Haldir sighed and shook his head to remove the thoughts. He picked up the bottle and poured a little into his glass. He brought it to his lips and took a sip. He closed his eyes and felt the heat of the liquor stream down his body. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. The only thing that made him feel better was being with his lover.
With a smile he raised the glass to his lips again.
* * *
I raised the glass to my lips again and drank the rest of my beer. I smiled at the thought of Haldir in my arms all day that day and put the glass down. I asked for another and turned around to survey the bar.
“Hey there, Jack.” Timmy stood next to me. “Why don’t we take a walk?”
Outside the bar was quiet and dark. The night was thick and humid; it felt like I was wearing an extra layer of skin. Timmy’s steps in his nice shoes echoed down the empty alley.
“So Jack, how’s life treating you these days?” Timmy asked.
I looked up from the ground. “It’s going to take a little bit; a couple more days at the least. He has things… things that he is doing. I can’t… he’s so busy.”
Timmy stopped walking and put his hand on my shoulder to stop me too. “Jack, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Today went off without a hitch; somehow you kept him busy. As long as he and his troops are not invading my privacy there is nothing to worry about really. Keep doing exactly what you have been doing… with the exception of one thing.”
I furrowed my brow. “One thing?”
He smiled and placed his hand on my cheek holding me steady while he leaned closer to me so I could smell the stale cigars on his breath. “Don’t let him leave your sight.” I still looked a little lost so he continued. “See how you are alone right now, he is off doing something. Well you should make sure that whatever he does, he does with you, and that it does not involve work of any kind.” He smiled again. “That way he won’t get in my way.”
I nodded and he backed away. I stood and watched him as he walked to the end of the alley and turned back to say something to me.
“Don’t let me down, Jack.” He smiled and watched as a car pulled up and the door opened for him to get in. I brushed my forehead off when he was safely far in the distance and returned to the busy bar. I approached the bartender and asked him where that beer was.
* * *
After another few drinks I was thoroughly inebriated and decided it was about time I got the heck out of that place. I approached the door or the joint and stumbled into the dark night- well morning, by now- and began the slow walk home.
I opened the door to my room and tripped over the mat by the door and fell to the floor inside. It seemed so funny to me at the time that I started to laugh uncontrollably. I rolled over onto my back and looked at the dark ceiling of my room and tried to sit myself up. By the time I was on my feet I had fallen onto the bed and could not get back up to just close the door to the room. I didn’t really care, however.
I did not register the sound of the door closing in my mind until the person who shut it was standing over me. He pulled on my arms to get me to sit up and I did manage to sit up but only when he propped me up on the bed against the headboard with pillows. He brought me a cup of coffee and told me to take a sip of it. I burned my tongue and started into a violent spray of swearwords and arm flailing. I stood up and went into the bathroom to relieve myself, but came out and apparently missed entirely. I took the pills he offered to me and ate some doughnuts.
When I was done and had eaten my fill I felt much better and a little less light-headed. I could focus on his face now. I also decided I could speak again, if not completely coherently, well enough for him to get the gist of what I meant to say.
“Haaaaldirrrr…” I laughed at myself and how funny his name sounded to me just then. “You know… you arrrrre reallllly a grrrrrreat guy. Eeeeven if Timimimmy wants me to-” I started laughing and put my hands in the form of a gun and pointed my finger at him. “Bang, bang, bang!” I laughed some more and rolled over on the bed almost falling to the floor.
“Legolas, you are terrible. When the hell did you start to drink like that?” He picked me up again and placed me back against the headboard. He undid my pants and pulled them down off my legs and told me to lift my arms so he could pull my shirt off over my head. He placed them on the chair next to the bed and turned back to me. I suddenly grabbed his arms and pulled him down on top of me. I kissed his lips passionately, still tasting the scotch on his tongue. I let my hand search indiscreetly between his legs and grabbed him.
That was when he pulled away.
I felt something hard hit my face and my cheek stung afterward. I realized it was his hand that had hit me, and I reeled for a moment. When I came back to my senses I looked at Haldir’s face. He looked just as shocked as I did at the fact that he’d slapped me. I clenched my teeth and forced myself to become slightly more coherent. I tried to force the effect of the alcohol away from me and focus. I cleared my throat and rubbed my eyes. Haldir’s jaw was moving but he was not speaking. He looked ready to apologize but he had not done anything wrong.
I stood up and started to wobble, he reached out to steady me, but I pushed his hands away and walked into the bathroom on my own. I closed the door and turned the shower on. I was in there for a good half hour and I knew I had the smell of beer and other liquor off me when I got out. I dried myself off and opened the small bag of clothes I had in the bathroom with me and put something else on. I brushed my teeth and drank a glass of water. I was trying to be sober. I had lost all desire to be inebriated. I was a little tired but I did not want to go to bed, it was only the alcohol and if I went to bed now I would wake up sicker than I normally would. I had to wait until it wore off. However, coffee would help. There was a little pot in the bathroom, strange to say the least, but perhaps a lot of people came here and ended up needed to sober up a little.
I put a pot of coffee on, and I opened the door. Haldir was sitting there on the bed in silence, seeming to be waiting for me to come out. He looked up when I appeared in the doorway.
“I… Legolas… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
I help up my hand to stop him from speaking. “Not your fault. Why are you here?” Clearly it was not to see me for personal reasons.
He looked down, knowing when he had been dismissed. “I came to see you. I felt… something. Something strange.”
“Sorry. I got drunk.” I said bluntly, feeling a little unloved at the moment.
Haldir looked like he was about to ask why but he stopped himself and continued with the business at hand. “I felt something near. Something strange. It was near you, I felt it. I know you didn’t because you were… are… tanked!” He looked a little disappointed, but it could have been my lack of focus.
I cleared my throat and tried to think before I moved or did anything so I could approach the coffee pot, which was finished making the brew by now, and pour myself a cup. I put it to my lips and ignored the bitter taste as I swallowed it down. “Like I said, I am sorry. Didn’t mean to get fucked up when you didn’t tell me you were coming to see me tonight. It’s not like I knew I had to be sane and conscious tonight. If I had known, I would not have gone to the pub.”
Haldir nodded. “Legolas, I am sorry-”
I held my hand up again to tell him to stop. “Haldir, that’s enough. You don’t need to be sorry. Don’t say it again.” I was not going to apologize, however, though somewhere inside me I knew it was probably wrong not to. “What are you here for? In full sentences.”
Haldir nodded and I sat down on the chair next to him, the world still spinning and me still feeling very, very drunk. “I knew you were out tonight, but I did not know where you were. I could feel something around you, something distinctly evil. I needed to come here and see you, even though I was pretty sure you were not here. I hoped that you could tell me whom you had talked to and seen all night so we could track down this person. There is a good chance it was Melkor.”
I shook my head feeling very depressed now, and could not think of anyone who seemed strange to me. “I cannot tell you, mate, not off the top of my head.”
Haldir nodded. “I realize.” He bit off his words sounding slightly bitter, and I chose to ignore it. “However, you were not near this person long, but when you were you were very close, I would say no less than a foot away from him. The feeling was that strong.” He seemed to still hope I could remember anyone I talked to that night.
“Haldir, my dear, I am fucked, in case my groping did not clarify that for you. I was close to a great many people tonight. Most were lowlifes and scum of the streets of London. They were robbers, murderers, rapists, and drug dealers. All of these people send off an evil vibe. I brushed up against quite a few of these people and I could not tell you if one was more evil than the others.” I took another sip of my coffee and hoped that I could focus a little better soon and be able to tell him what he needed to know. Unfortunately, I was still a little stung by his smacking me and was not entirely willing to be nice just yet. I know I was upsetting him by my resentment, but there was nothing I was willing to do about it now.
“Legolas… Jack… I need you to think about it. Was there anyone that you had very close contact with tonight, earlier tonight, perhaps before you were so drunk you could not see?” He was getting impatient.
I paused in mid sip of my coffee to think and then when I drank from my cup I told him exactly whom I talked to before being drunk. “I showed my I.D. to the bouncer and the bartender. I excused myself when I bumped into a couple on the dance floor and I asked a man if a seat was empty.” I took another sip but before I drank the liquid I stopped and my eyes widened and lowered the cup. “And… Timmy found me. He talked to me before I was drunk.”
Haldir raised an eyebrow. “Timmy?”
I stood abruptly and dropped the coffee on the floor. I swallowed. “Holy fuck.”
Haldir jumped up and looked at the broken shards of the mug on the floor before coming to my side. “I… I… How could I not have realized it? It was right in front of me. Thirty years and I was oblivious.” I suddenly felt incredibly sick.
Haldir led me to the bed and helped me sit down. I was still too drunk to be thinking this way. I wanted to just pass out already. I sat down and placed my face in my hands. My head hurt and it was not from the drinking. I could not believe how completely naïve and stupid I had been. All these years I had been working for the biggest source of evil this world or my own had ever encountered.
“It is Timmy….” I muttered. “Timmy is Melkor. I cannot believe I have been unable to see it until only now.”
Haldir placed a hand on my back and rubbed it to try to comfort me. He did not respond for a moment, but then he said, “Who is Timmy?”
I laughed. “Timmy, my love, is the man who hired me to kill you, the man I have worked for all these thirty years. Timmy is my boss.”
I swallowed, feeling sick, but I realized that this sickness, though it came from the remorse in my mind, was not going to pass so easily. Coupled with the alcohol in my system, this sickness was going to be on the floor if I did not move.
I jumped up and stumbled to the toilet. Thankfully my hair was now short and would not get in my way as the nausea rose in my throat again. I tasted bile and gagged. I spewed in the toilet, managing not to get any on myself. How attractive I must have looked, just then, to my lover.
I sat back on my heels and leaned against the cabinets under the sink. I wiped my mouth and took a few shallow breaths until I felt better. Haldir sat next to me on the floor and took my hand in his. He did not blame me for my ignorance.
“Legolas, you know this is no fault of yours. You could not have known.” I nodded at his words and smiled at him half-heartedly. “However, you know what you must do now, do you not?”
I shook my head and tried to stand. I needed to lay down in my bed.
He helped me up and then looked me in the eye. “You have to kill him, Legolas.” His eyes caught mine and I looked into them for any hint of anything: compassion, mercy, anything. I saw nothing. “He is close to you, my friend. He trusts you, he knows you, it is possible that he does not realize you are Legolas Thranduilion. It is possible that he thinks you are simply a boy-”
I shook my head. “He knows, Haldir. He knows because I have worked for him for thirty years, and it is hard not to see that I remain unchanged for all these years.” I sighed. “He has been playing with me. He needed to distract you and I, so he set me on this task. He knew that I could not complete it. He knew it would suffice to keep me busy and in the process keep you out of his hair, also. However, he must have known that you were here to destroy him. He must have known that you would tell me and that I now know.”
“What if he thinks that I knew you worked for him already and that you were loyal to him? He might think that I would betray you to kill him and therefore you would not know anything,” Haldir suggested. I made a gesture to agree with his idea, but I moved toward the bed.
“Forgive me, cormamin, but I cannot stand here. I feel unwell. I need to rest.” Haldir helped lead me to the bed, and I noticed he’d picked up the broken glass from the mug, probably when I was throwing up. I sat on the bed, and he helped me lay down.
“Drink will do this to you, my love.” He sympathized.
I shook my head. “This would not have happened if I had not become so upset. Likely, the drink has little to do with it.”
Haldir brought me some mouthwash and another glass to spit in. I felt better without the taste of vomit in my mouth. He lay down in the bed with me and I rested my head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling my face into his warmth. I was still quite dizzy and surprised that the last hour or so had passed with me seeming so sober. I was ready to relax back into my drunken state. I kissed his throat and he stroked my hair.
As if reading my mind, Haldir asked me, “How drunk are you, really?”
I laughed a little, probably more than was necessary at this time. “I am still fairly fucked up, my friend.” I swallowed. “I am sorry I groped you earlier. I was more interested in being drunk than in being proper.”
Haldir mumbled to me, “I am sorry I caused you to sober up.”
I laughed again and shook my head. “I am not sober, simply humbled.” I sniggered and kissed his throat again. “I am ready to be drunk again, however. It is much more fun than being clear-headed. I apologize in advance if you are not interested in putting up with this, and I give you permission to leave.”
Haldir kissed my head. “Clearly I am staying, liramaer.”
I rolled over onto my back and sprawled my body across the bed sheets. “I warn you, I may not behave quite so well as I have.”
Haldir nodded his consent, at which point I rolled back over and on top of him. I captured his lips with mine and ran my tongue across his teeth to gain entrance. He submitted, and I held his face in place with my hands as I kissed him.
My organ became hard in a matter of mere moments and I knew it was obvious to him, who was directly beneath me, but it mattered not to me. I ground my hips into his and kissed his jaw line, his throat, his collarbone, and kept moving lower. I had to ask the question, however.
“Why is it that now you do not object to my actions, but you did earlier?”
He smiled down at me. “Because now we have nothing more urgent to get out of the way.”