Little Lord of the Home: Teaser

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Seven years later…
Lothlorien, T.A. 2527

“You can defend your mind adequately, Marcaunon,” Lord Elrond told the brother of his Celebrian. “If you wish to return to Lothlorien, you may. Though know you are always welcome in Rivendell.”

“Call me Harry,” the dark-haired Elf corrected once again with an exasperated smile. “And I do believe I shall return to Lothlorien shortly. It has been more than five summers since I have last seen naneth and ada.”

“I am sorry that your training took so long,” Elrond apologized. “But it is important to guard your mind tightly. Not only against outside thoughts, but also against Sauron.”

“Naneth has Nenya to protect her,” Harry responded. “I do not have such power behind me. I know this very well, my lord. Five years of nothing but training to shield my mind has taught me well.”

Elrond nodded. He knew Harry was finally ready to return to Lothlorien…

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A few days later…

Harry stood with Arwen and Glorfindel outside the gates of Rivendell. He had already said his farewells to Lord Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir. Only Arwen was left, as Glorfindel would be accompanying him back to Lothlorien…

“We shall miss you in Rivendell,” Arwen stated sadly.

“Just as I shall miss all of you,” Harry responded. “But it is time to return home. I miss naneth and ada terribly.”

“Until next we meet, then,” Arwen murmured, leaning forward to bestow a kiss upon his cheek. “I shall have to get used to being the most beautiful Elf in Rivendell again, though I am sure Galadriel will welcome the competition in Lothlorien.”

“You flatter me so, dear lady,” Harry whispered back fondly, embracing the daughter of his sister tightly. “My heart shall weep until it sees thee again. Visit Lothlorien with haste.”

Arwen nodded, and Harry stepped back from her arms.

“Take care of him,” she pleaded to Glorfindel. “He is still young yet, for all he tries to hide it.”

The golden-haired Elf nodded at his lady and mounted his horse alongside Harry.

“Fair winds,” he bid to Arwen.

“May your ways be green and golden!” Harry called as their horses began to gallop away.
Arwen followed their figures with sharp eyes until they disappeared over the horizon.

“Good luck,” she whispered to Harry as she Saw possible futures swimming in her mind’s eye. “You shall need it, for he will be stubborn.”

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A few hours later…

“Elladan and Elrohir will be disappointed that they no longer have your big green eyes to get them out of trouble,” Glorfindel joked with a small smirk as their horses trotted along the path.

Harry smirked back at the grey-eyed Elf.

“I do not know this trouble of which you speak,” the dark-haired Elf stated innocently. “I was always perfectly behaved.”

“Of course, my lord,” Glorfindel humored. “I am just sorry that you shall not continue your perfect behavior in Rivendell.”

“And I am sorry that I could not learn more from you while I was here,” Harry murmured back. “But upon my return to Lothlorien, I am hoping that Haldir shall find time to train me as he once promised.”

“I am sure you will be an apt student,” Glorfindel replied. “Though you are uncommonly clumsy for an Elf.”

“I am still more graceful than the most fleet-footed of Men,” the green-eyed youth defended.

“How would you know?” his companion questioned. “Have you met a Man before.”
Harry pouted at the wise Elf’s point.

“It is not my fault I am so overprotected,” he claimed. “My first eleven years found in the haven of Lothlorien, and the next seven surrounded by only Lord Elrond and his children, with few exceptions.”

“Though I do not take offense at being referred to as an exception, I believe Erestor would feel forgotten,” Glorfindel stated with a small smile.

“As if I could forget such a wise Elf as he,” Harry snorted.

“I do not understand why the two of you do not get along,” Glorfindel commented.

“He is too prideful and stubborn,” the dark-haired Elf stated.

“Oh, so you are too alike, you mean,” the larger Elf laughed.
Harry huffed and ignored him.

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A few days later…
Border of Lothlorien, T.A. 2527

“Marcaunon!” a fair-haired Elf called from the trees.

It was not the fair-haired Elf Harry wished to see, although the resemblance was striking.

“Rumil!” he called back. “This is not the northern border!”
Rumil chuckled.

“Seven years pass, and those are the first words you speak to me?” the guard questioned. “You have not changed a bit.”

Harry laughed.

“I look the same to you at eighteen as I did at eleven? I know I have not grown that much, but I am not that little!” the dark-haired Elf said with a smile. “I believe you know of Glorfindel?”

“Though I am sure he does not know of me,” Rumil replied. “A star shall shine upon our meeting, my lord.”

Glorfindel inclined his head nobly.

“A pleasure,” he replied. “Though perhaps we may enter the haven of Lothlorien and find audience with the Lord and Lady?”

“Of course,” Rumil answered. “I am to be your guide.”

“As if I have forgotten the way?” Harry scoffed. “You really do believe me still a child.”

“Two more years, my lord,” Glorfindel replied. “Do not rush it.”

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“By the sea and stars, how you have grown!” Galadriel exclaimed upon seeing her son for the first time in seven years. “It has been too long since I have last seen your blessed face, my Marcaunon.”

“I have missed you terribly,” the dark-haired Elf whispered as he embraced his mother. “But it is Harry now, naneth.”

“No matter what your name, Lothlorien sings with your presence,” Celeborn greeted.
Harry smiled fondly at his father.

“Your beauty shines brightly as all the stars in the sky,” Galadriel whispered. “The years have passed so slowly.”

“I have learned enough to stand upon my own feet, naneth,” her son replied. “I shall staying in Lothlorien for as long as it shall have me, now that I have returned. The forest welcomes me back as a brother.”

“Come,” the Lady of the Wood requested. “There is much for us to discuss. I wish to know all about what you have learned at the side of Lord Elrond. I am sure there was little time for physical training, so Haldir shall begin your lessons immediately. But first, tell me all about Rivendell…”

Harry and Celeborn exchanged a small smile as they followed their excited lady to privacy.

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“You guided Marcaunon from the border, Rumil?” Haldir questioned his brother. “Why was I not called from my post to do so? Who was guarding him?”

“One question at a time, brother,” Orophin laughed.

“The Lady asked me to escort Marcaunon, though he goes by Harry now. I do not know why you were not selected; the Lady is sometimes mysterious in her ways. And he was guarded by Glorfindel himself,” Rumil answered.

“Only one guard?” Haldir asked.

“Glorfindel!” Orophin replied. “He is worth twenty normal guards!”
Haldir grunted.

“I wished to see him as soon as he arrived,” Haldir admitted. “Though I suppose he is in audience with the Lord and Lady, now?”

“They have much to discuss, I am sure,” Rumil stated.

“Hmm…” Haldir nodded, distractedly. “I am to begin his training, tomorrow. I do not understand why my little lord is in such a rush to begin fighting…”

“He is not so little anymore,” Rumil contradicted. “Eighteen summers, now. And he is more beautiful than the Lady herself. His eyes…”

Haldir glared at his brother sharply.

“You had better not entertain such thoughts about Marcaunon,” he reprimanded. “The little lord is far above your station, and a child still, besides.”

Rumil just shook his head at his stubborn brother. Haldir would see when he first laid eyes upon their lord…

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The next day…

“Haldir!” a musical voice called from behind him.

The blonde Elf turned, only to drown in beautiful emerald eyes.

“Haldir?” the musical voice repeated. “Are you not going to say hello? Have you forgotten me so soon?”

“M-marcaunon?” Haldir asked. “You – you have grown…”

That was the understatement of the century. The adorable little Elfling he had once watched over was now the most beautiful youth he had ever laid eyes upon…

“It has been seven years!” Harry replied with a laugh. “Did you expect me to stay exactly the same? I am not as old as you!”

Harry smiled to show he was teasing, then leaned forward for a hug from his hero.

“I have missed you!” the dark-haired Elf whispered tearfully.

“And I, you,” Haldir answered, trying to force his body not to respond from the contact with the warm, lithe body.

“Well, naneth told me that you are taking another break from your duties as marchwarden to train me,” Harry said with another smile as he pulled away from the embrace. “So I suppose we should begin training so you can return to guarding the northern border as soon as possible.”

“There is nothing more important to me than your safety, Marcaunon,” Haldir swore.

“And I thank you for that, though it is Harry now,” the beautiful Elf responded.

“Harry?” Haldir asked with a twist of his lips. “That is Westron…”

“Yes, for lord of the home,” Harry replied, emerald eyes twinkling. “Elrohir told me so not long after I arrived in Rivendell. I re-named myself immediately.”

“Mm-hmm,” Haldir hummed disapprovingly. “As you wish, my little lord.”

Harry snorted at his old nick-name. He would prove to Haldir that he was all grown up…

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A few weeks later…

“Your beauty shines bright as the stars,” a fair-haired Elf whispered as he pinned Harry to a wall with his body and raised a hand to lightly stroke one creamy cheek.

“Locien…” Harry whispered, uncomfortable with the situation. “Please release me.”
Locien grasped Harry’s jaw tightly with a large hand.

“Do you believe yourself too far above me, my lord? Because I can easily show you your place underneath me,” he purred the last with a salacious grin.
Harry attempted to jerk his face from the tight grip bruising his soft skin, but the other Elf just held him harder.

“Stop it,” he shouted as Locien leaned his face forward. “I said no!”

He pushed hard against the larger Elf’s broad chest, making Locien stumble a few steps back.

“I would advise you not to attempt this again in the future,” Harry spat, glaring at the blonde. “I have already refused your suit. It would do you well to accept my refusal.”

“You might as well accept that I will have you, for he will never want you!” Locien snarled. “You are still a child in his eyes!”

Harry turned and walked stiffly away from his former guard, not showing how much those words hurt.

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“Good afternoon,” Haldir greeted his beautiful pupil as he entered the training field. “I thought that we could practice more with archery today.”

Harry smiled fondly at his teacher.

“You just wish for me to remain at long-distance from enemies, Haldir,” he commented, exasperated at the way the blonde constantly tried to protect him.

“You know me too well, my little lord,” Haldir acknowledged. “Now…”

Haldir stopped dead as he saw light bruising along the creamy skin of Harry’s jaw and neck.

The bruises were in the shape of fingers.

“Who did this to you?” the blonde Elf snarled as he lightly tipped Harry’s head forward to get a better look.

“Haldir…” Harry whispered, embarrassed at the evidence of his weakness left behind on his pale skin.

“Did somebody touch you without your permission?” Haldir questioned relentlessly, knowing exactly how many Elves lusted after the young lord.

And just how many suits his lord had refused since his return to Lothlorien.

“I…took care of it,” Harry responded, eyes downcast. “He will know better in the future.”
Haldir snarled.

“If someone is mistreating you, you should…”

“I can take care of myself!” Harry interrupted. “I am not a child any longer!”
Grey eyes widened in shock.

“I…apologize if you believe that is how I am treating you, my lord,” Haldir replied stiffly. “I only wish to look out for your well-being.”

Harry winced at the hollowness in his hero’s tone.

“I am the one that should be sorry,” he stated softly. “You have always taken such good care of me, but I do not wish to be a burden. Frankly, his words hurt far more than his rough treatment. Locien has always known where aim his barbs to cause the most damage…”

“Locien?” Haldir questioned, shocked. “That he dare lay a hand against your person…”

Harry shook his head, exasperated that Haldir was once again working himself up over nothiing.

“Practice is cancelled for the day,” Haldir declared, turning to leave the field. “I will see you at dawn tomorrow to make up for the extra hours.”

Harry just stood staring helplessly as the Elf he loved walked away to fight his battles for him.

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“Naneth!” Harry called as he stalked into Galadriel’s chambers. “He is oblivious! I have tried to hint upon my feelings, but he insists on protecting me and treating me as a child!”

The Lady of the Wood smiled fondly at her love-struck son.

“Marcaunon, you have admired Haldir from the minute he saved you from your crib. You constantly wandered alone to the northern borders in a bid for his attention, until he gave up his post to guard you personally. He knows that you care for and adore him, though I am sure he believes it simple hero worship. He still believes you wholly incapable of feelings such as lust, of that I am sure,” Galadriel responded. “Simply show him how you have grown. He has been disconnected from that growth, and as such will need evidence of your maturity and readiness for an adult relationship.”

Harry sighed in exasperation.

“And how am I to do that? Elves are falling to my feet in worship, and he believes I turn them away in innocence. I do not want to mislead another in a bid to show Haldir that I am capable of such feelings.
How am I to prove to him that I am ready?” he asked his mother.

Galadriel smiled.

“I have an idea,” the Lady of the Light said mischievously.

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The next afternoon…

“I need to take a bath,” Harry stated. “I am all sweaty from training.”

The slim Elf pouted cutely at his guard and teacher, batting huge emerald eyes.

“And what do you wish me to do about it, Marcaunon?” Haldir asked.

“Why, keep watch, of course!” the younger Elf explained. “I think someone was peeking on me last time!”
Haldir growled at the thought of another invading his little lord’s privacy so. How dare they gaze upon his lithe, pale body! Why, if he found the voyeurs so bold as to…

“Haldir!” the dark-haired Elf snapped. “You are not paying attention to me. Will you keep guard over my bath?”

“Of course,” Haldir replied smoothly, giving none of his inner turmoil away.

Though Haldir wanted to keep others away from his lord’s bath, he did not know if he himself could resist a peek. He would be jealous of every water droplet to touch that smooth skin.

To be so close, and not touch? It was always the sweetest torture.

“My, Haldir, you really are thinking heavy thoughts this afternoon,” Harry commented.

The blonde Elf blushed brightly.

If only his little lord of the home knew exactly what he was thinking…

Haldir sometimes forgot that Harry could read minds when he wished.

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Haldir and Harry arrived at the stream, and Harry immediately began disrobing without a care.

Haldir blushed lightly and turned his back to give the dark-haired Elf some privacy.

“You may join me if you wish,” Harry invited as he dropped his leggings to the ground. “You worked just as strenuously as I during training.”

Haldir gulped. To enter the water alongside that beautiful nymph? Did Harry truly not know the affect he had?

To be so innocent…

“It is all right, my lord,” Haldir politely refused. “Who then would keep watch?”

Harry laughed lightly.

“You believe any would dare gaze upon me with you in the vicinity?” he asked. “The other Elves are all afraid of your strict and imposing nature.”

Haldir smiled.

“But not you, my lord?” the blonde questioned lightly, somehow managing to keep his back turned as he heard the splashing of water behind him.

“Of course not!” Harry scoffed. “I know you do not have it in your heart to be strict with me. I could strip and dance naked beneath the moonlight, and you would only snarl at those who dared to look.”

Haldir felt his body respond at the mental image that produced.

Harry smiled slyly behind his back.

“So will you join me?” the dark-haired Elf asked again. “The water is quite warm.”

Haldir looked down, and knew that his desire would be evident to his little lord.

“I…” the blonde faltered, unsure of how to refuse politely.

The emerald-eyed temptation was the only one who could leave him uncertain and wanting with just his mere presence.

“I insist,” Harry stated.

Haldir gasped as water hit his back.

“What was that for?” the blonde questioned as he turned to face Harry.

“I wished to give you more reasons to unclothe and join me,” the Elf murmured with a smile as he began to leave the water.

Haldir’s mind shut down as all blood rushed south at the sight of that bare, beautiful body. Water droplets cascading down his pale skin, emerald eyes glowing with mirth…his little lord had grown into temptation incarnate.

Harry stood proudly before the Elf of his dreams, reading Haldir’s surface thoughts before closing the link with another sly smile.

His hands reached for the bottom of Haldir’s tunic, and he began to raise it over the blonde’s head.

“Stop!” Haldir cried out shakily.

Harry dropped his hands with a frown.

“What is the matter?” he questioned cautiously. “I am just helping you undress.”

He reached for the tunic again, but Haldir stepped back.

“This…this is inappropriate,” Haldir panted, closing his eyes against the sight before him. “You do not know what you are doing to me. If you could read my mind, you would never trust me again.”

Harry shook his head fondly at the blonde.

“Do you believe yourself a dirty old man, to look upon me so lustily?” he questioned lightly. “Do you honestly believe that I do not know exactly what I am doing to you? The evidence is plain.”

Haldir’s eyes shot open with a gasp.

“You…” he began.

“And I can read your mind, if I wished to,” Harry continued with a smile. “And it is difficult to not read your emotions. They broadcast so loudly, despite all that your expression may hide.”

“Then why do you tease me so?” Haldir questioned angrily. “If you know I have such thoughts? Do you find enjoyment in torturing me with thoughts and images of what I must never have?”

“It is only a tease if I do not intend to follow through,” Harry whispered coyly. “And you may have me any time you wish…”

The green-eyed Elf stepped closer to his companions, once again invading Haldir’s personal space.

“You do not know what you are saying,” Haldir protested.

“I have never lain with another,” Harry admitted. “But I know that I want to do so with you. I want everything with you, Haldir.”

“You are not yet of age!” Haldir replied.

“Naneth has given me permission to follow my heart,” Harry answered. “She knows your thoughts as well as I do. There is no reason for us not to be together…”

Haldir paled at the thought of The Lady of Lothlorien knowing his feelings for her only son.

“I will not break tradition,” Haldir stated, again stepping back from his beautiful temptation. “If she truly approves of our joining, we shall bond before all of Lothlorien. Then I will take you as my own in the physical sense.”

“Then…you are…?” Harry questioned with his first blush of the afternoon.

“Of course!” Haldir responded. “I would never break custom by engaging in any sort of relations before marriage.”

Harry smiled with relief. He had been almost certain that Haldir had never lain with another, but it was important to him to hear it from his intended’s lips.

“May I have a kiss, at least?” Harry murmured coyly. “To seal our betrothal?”

“If I kiss you as you are, I will break my vow,” Haldir admitted. “But once you clothe that tempting body, you may have your kiss.”

Harry smiled brightly, throwing his arms around Haldir in happiness.

“You little tease!” the blonde groaned as his body warmed despite the cold water now soaking his clothes.

“I am only a tease if I do not intend to follow through,” Harry reminded cheekily as he turned to pick up his clothes.

Haldir just groaned again as his little love bent down and purposely wiggled.

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Author’s Note: The credit for this idea goes to Jukka. *claps*
She posted: “Haldir is such a... strict elf. It will be fun to see him break the rules, falling in love with - for example - the little prince of Lorothien and trying desesperatly to hide his emotions with a mischevious Harry seducing him.”

Reviewer Response:

Ocelot12 – I’m glad you’re enjoying the story and that you think Haldir is in character. The next chapter should hopefully be up sometime this week.