The prophecy of the elvish warrior

A riled up Haldir - smut

Smut warning

Once the door was closed Haldir was at my feet letting his hands roam over my body freely. "I missed you, meleth nin." He whispered. I turned around facing him. "I missed you too, melethron." Haldir put his hands on my thighs lifting me from the ground. I squealed at the sudden height change. Even after all this years it still surprises me how much strength he possessed. He pushed me into the wall next to the door kissing me.

"I missed you melui gîl*" he mumbled at my lips. Kissing down on my neck. I fumbled with the strings of my cloak and the shirt I was wearing. I got the cloak to land on the floor soon followed by my shirt. Haldir took a moment taking in the sight before him.

"You look so beautiful, meleth nin." Then his lips were back on my body. Kissing every inch he could get. Holding me up with just one arm he quickly opened the bra on my back nearly ripping it off my throwing it in a corner of the room. As soon as it hit the floor his lips were attached to my nipple. His free hand squeezing and caressing my other breast. I moaned at the contact indulging completely into his hands.

He took off of the wall walking through the living room into the bedroom. Sinking into the soft silken sheets not letting go of me. His kiss was hungry and passionate. I knew he was riled up from Gimli and then Legolas snatching me away. A pulled back as much as possible catching my breath a small smile on my lips.

"What is it, that is amusing you, my dear?" he asked also gasping for air. My smile only grew filthy. "I like it when you become all riled up and possessive of me." His eyes darkened at my words. "Careful of what you are saying, melethril. You might regret the forthcoming actions." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you think I would regret?" Planning on playing with him I slowly snuck one hand to his belt. Unashamedly I started to palm his erection which led to him bucking his hips into my hand.

He growled at my outrageous actions. Looking visibly affected by it. "I want you to make you mine." I put up a sweet innocent smile. "But I already am yours." With a quiet roar in his throat, he pushed my hand away. "I want everyone to know who you belong to. I want to mark and ruin you for every man that tries to hit on you."

"Are you perhaps jealous of Legolas?" I still kept my smile upright hiding the fact how turned on I was to his revelation.

"I am no such thing." He lied but it was clear like a water, that he was.

I put my hands to his face stroking his cheeks slightly. "Then do it. I want you to take me. I need you, herven. I need you bad." Haldir closed his eyes trying to hold his demeanor, humming in gratitude. Then his whole act changed. He got up from the bed, pulling me close to the edge. Towering over me he nestled with the belt of my pants tearing them down and from my legs. Now I was completely bare before him, but I didn't feel the need to hide. Not from him.

He was still wearing all his clothes. The green uniform of the marchwarden standing in big contrast of his white hair. A brown shirt and pants were covered in a long green tunic. A belt securing everything at his waist. A slightly darker green cloak was hanging from his broad shoulders swinging in sync with his movements. His feet were stuck in black leather boots.

 Slowly he started to rid himself from his clothes. The longer it took the more turned on I got. I let my eyes wander over his body. His strong arms, the broad shoulders and the defined chest and abdomen. He turned around folding his clothes neatly and putting them onto the tiny shelf on the wall. I knew he was teasing me, but I liked every second of it. I admired how his muscles on his back twitched with every movement, it was his way of making a show for me.

He turned to me once more completely bare. His member erect and leaking precum. Haldir knelt himself between my legs at the end of the bed. His fingers gliding torturously slow over my legs, my thighs stroking close to where I wanted it the most.

"Haldir!" I cried out, but he shushed me. "Quiet, little one. I want to take my time with you. You deserve to be taken care of."

*melui gîl = sweet star