Warnings: LotR ficclet, Het, R, very mild BDSM, PWP, AU,
Pairing: OFC and a certain elf Lord.
Beta: Dorothy Noland
Archiving: Yes please!
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Tolkien… I don't earn any money from this!
Summary: A PWP ficklet written for the members of the 'Haldir Lovers' eGroup on Yahoo. Once a month they hold an event called Elving, were all members dress up and then together go hunt for elves. This is what happened to me on one of those 'hunts'.
Part 1Behind me, I had one of those weeks… You know the kind that is filled with events you just want to file away as soon as possible under the label 'Unwanted Life Experiences', and then forget they ever happened.
Well finally it was Saturday, the evening before First of Advent, and I more or less felt I had managed to get through the week in one piece while managing to make all the necessary holiday preparation. I was tired… so tired!
It was very late, and I knew I ought to get in bed and try to get some much needed rest. I was wired, though, and too stressed to consider going to bed yet.
Instead, I turned on my computer and surfed to www.aftonbladet.se to catch up on the latest news. That didn't do much to calm me down though… Reading of all the awful events that happened around the world was not what I needed right now, so instead I decided to go to one of my favourite cyberspace stops, The Haldir Lovers eGroup on Yahoo.
Imagine my disappointment, when I found out that the ladies had been spending the better part of the evening going Elving! Not only did I miss last week's Elving because my girlfriend had an accident and broke her arm… now I had missed this one as well.
My heart fell like a stone in my chest, and
I felt tears starting to well. As I turned around and started to walk home alone
under a black velvet night sky sprinkled with stars glittering like diamonds, I
heard one of the ladies in the group call out my
name.
Still wrapped in my misery, I didn't
really hear what she said. I turned to call back to her, but was unable as firm
hands grabbed my waist and someone whispered in my ear. "Now, how can anyone be
so sad and alone on such a magical night as this?"
Before I could
react, a silk scarf covered my eyes and I felt someone tying it behind my head,
taking great care not to tangle my hair in the knot. The whispering voice
returned even closer to my ear. "Do not be afraid, lirimaer, I mean you only comfort..." The unknown voice was
silent for a moment, before adding, "...and perhaps pleasure, if you are
willing?"
At first, I felt afraid but the fear
vanished quickly. Well, perhaps not. After all, I was in Elven Country ...at
least I should be indignant I suppose, but I wasn't.
At that same moment, I felt strong arms wrap
around and hold me in a tight, loving embrace. Without thinking, I leaned back
against a strong chest, surprised that all I felt was safety and warmth. Perhaps
I felt a hint of something else; this truly was an enchanted night. I felt it
possible that someone cast a spell on me. However, I wasn't about to protest, because for the first time in over a
week I felt wonderfully relaxed and content.
***
I felt a warm breath against the back of
my neck and a gentle nuzzle into that soft spot where my neck and shoulder meet.
I melted, and forgot all about my previous tears and found myself sighing loudly
in passion and joy. "Yes, I must be under a spell. I'm not this easy under
normal circumstances." The thought passed like a flash through my otherwise
incoherent mind, but I think I must have said it aloud. The whispering voice
returned to my ear, a hot mouthful of air that instantly turned my legs into
jelly. "Yes, I have put an enchantment on you but the spell will not make you do
anything that is against your wishes."
"Yeah… Right," I thought, but again I must have said it aloud. Either that or this elf was able to read my thoughts. I shivered at the idea. Being this close to, and reacting the way I was to an unknown being was not a good time to have ones thoughts read!
As a sign that my suspicions were
correct, I heard a soft laughter as the mysterious elf pulled me closer and
started to gently kiss my neck. With one of his hands,
he slowly traced the part of my face that was not
covered by the silk scarf. Then his hand moved to caress my hair, his
fingertips encircled a few strands of blonde tresses, all the while he was kissing, licking, biting and nuzzling my neck,
my shoulders, my ears...
His fingers then tenderly moved from my hair
down towards my shoulders. I felt a firm grip as he effortlessly lifted and
turned me around, and in one swift movement had me facing him. The ease and
strength displayed by this action was shocking. My eyes flew open and I stared
into my blindfold, trying to will myself to see through it... To see whom the
mysterious elf was.
He must have read my thoughts again, or discerned my intention from my movement, because he quickly caught my hands as I lifted them toward the scarf binding my eyes. His grip was gentle but firm, and I was effectively trapped, pressed against a granite chest as he moved my arms behind my back. As I opened my mouth to speak, to ask who he was… warm, moist lips descended and captured my own, silencing me in a most pleasant way.
***
Sometime during our kiss, the elf
scooped me up in his arms and began carrying me off to somewhere. I wasn't able to ask him where he was taking me, because his
mouth never left mine… Not even to breath! I found myself quickly learning the
skill to alternate between breathing through my nose and breathing into my
anonymous lover's mouth to prevent myself from passing out due to lack of
oxygen.
After the elf had carried me for a while, I sensed, rather than felt, that we were ascending. He was so strong and his grip around my body so firm, that it was actually quite hard to tell if he was walking uphill or if he was climbing stairs. All the time he continued to molest my mouth and bruise my lips in a most possessive fashion, and I was in no position to protest… not that I wanted… but anyway…
Suddenly I was able to breathe freely, as he without warning released my mouth and placed me on my feet. I lost all sense of orientation, and I think I must have swayed a bit, because he wrapped his arms around me in a steadying embrace. Then again, before I had time to react, I was pushed backwards and fell. My arms reached out, desperate for something to hold on to, but found only air. As my body finally came to a halt, it was against something soft and bouncy… a bed! That bastard, whoever he was, had pushed me back on top of a bed of some sort.
Things were moving way too fast for me, and I needed to regain some kind of control. However, that wasn't going to happen, because at that moment I felt a heavy body land on top of my own sprawled out form. As I opened my mouth to voice a protest my mouth was merciless claimed, and once again I was effectively muted by this rather rough elf.
"Enough," I thought. "I will not be manhandled, or rather elfhandled like this." Regardless of the fact that my body reacted by sending waves of heated pleasure through every nerve in my body, I wasn't used to being submissive. I needed to be in control! Therefore, I protested in the only way I could. I pounded my fists against his back, but got no reaction for my efforts. His back was unnervingly solid, and my fists started to hurt. I could just as well have been hitting a marble surface.
Finally, he must have grown tired of my relentless pounding efforts. He released my mouth, rose up, and deftly collected my hammering fists. Before I knew what happened, my wrists were tied together with some kind of soft but unyielding material and securely attached to a bar or pole behind my head.
A surge of fear rushed through my mind and my body began to tremble. "What was this? What was he planning to do to me?" All kind of ideas and images started to tumble around in my head, and not all of them were pleasant. I started to remember some of the warnings I had been given about certain elves. I especially thought of our List Mom Julie, warnings us about a certain elf named Lurien. And I thought of some of the fan stories that I had read over the last months. Not all of them described sweet and caring elves. In fact, some of them gave a rather intimidating description of elves and the deeds they were capable of when in heat! The tales told about a certain elf King named Thranduil also flew through my mind. That elf didn't always seem to care too much about the consent of the ones he decided to sexually conquer.
"Please…" I started to plead, but a finger gently placed against my lips silenced me. "Hush rwalaer, do not be afraid. You were doing so well up until now." The voice was very tender and it managed to wash away some of my worst fears. "When I found you, you were so sad and tired and I instantly decided that tonight you would find yourself on the receiving end." His words continued to calm me and once again, I felt the heat slowly build in my body. "I have placed a slight enchantment over you, just to help free you of some of your inhibitions. What I have planned for you, mellonamin, will require your complete trust and cooperation." With those words, he slid the blindfold away and the kind eyes of Lord Celeborn gazed down at me and made the rest of my fears vanish.
TBC…
Lirimaer = Lovely one Rwalaer = Lusty one Mellonamin = My friend