The librarian 4/
NC17 LotR
Summery: Erestor = Erestor! w/ Glorfindel & Melpomean
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: All LotR setting's and characters are the exclusive property of the Tolkien estate and / or it's assignees; or possibly Disney since the mouse seems to own everything. In any case, they're not mine, I'm abusing the without permission and for no financial gain.
Feedback: Oh yes, please.
For kharessa, cos, y'know and machiavellian Don't know what's up, but I adore you – hope it gets better. Thanks to Cruel Illusion (cause I luvs ya), Hawk, Maggie Honeybite, Laiqalasse Belle, Manon, Mirasaui, and LK from the group – your comments are cherished AN Uhhh yeah, changes. More Haldir.
Alone at last. Erestor dropped the books unceremoniously and began pulling off his robes. Needed to be nude now. Needed release NOW. His hand was squeezing the shaft of his sex before he even managed to fully undress. Two hard tugs were enough, sending him over the edge and spattering across his crumpled robes.
Shuddering, his eyes fell upon the scattered books. Glorfindel's diary had opened to another etching. Erestor reached down to recover it. Glorfindel was bent across Ecthelion's lap, his hands behind his back. Ecthelion was in the process of slapping his bare bottom, and judging from the shadowy bruising, had been it for some time. The caption read:
My punishment
Still naked, Erestor began to read.
I knew I shouldn't have, but I wanted to see what would happen, what My Lord would do. I thought perhaps I could stoke his fury and he would take me like that, hard and uncaring. But I should know by now I cannot predict My Lord's reactions. Instead he was quite cold and bade me to leave.
I was devastated. Had I pushed him so hard he did not wish to see me? I ran from his room, locking myself in my chambers, determined not to back down my pride. A scant two hours later I was back at his door, tapping for entrance. He opened the door and took me by the wrist and scolded me – told me I was no better than a dwarf or a human, and as such he would punish me in the ways of the dwarrow and men. He stripped me down and laid me across his lap. I was exposed; embarrassed, and then he began slapping the muscled curve of my backside. Pain wrenched through me, but oh, My Lord trained me too well. The humiliation sent blood to my cheeks and to my groin, each blow made my sex rub hard against his thigh. Miserable, exhilarated and I wanted so much more. He shifted tempo's, raining short sharp smacks to my inner cheeks, then deep resonating blows to the fleshiest parts of me. All the while I rubbed frantically, desperate for release.
Erestor was stroking himself quite hard by this time. He stared at the etching as he came again, deep and satisfying, and then collapsed into his chair. He really had to get cleaned up for dinner.
*
"...we are elves, and if we cannot agree among ourselves, then our time here is DOOMED"
Elrond cleared his throat. His speech didn't sound quite right, and so taking a deep breath he prepared to practice it again. A polite cough from the corner stopped him.
"Ah Haldir of Lorien, good of you to join me. Glorfindel tells me you had some questions about the negotiations prior to the last Alliance? I'm delighted to hear that the younger generations are taking such a deep interest in our past. I can only hope my humble recollections do justice to the stories you have heard. Now, to truly understand the diplomacy involved one must go back 400 years..."
Though Haldir's face remained serene, his step seemed reluctant as he followed the Lord of Imladris.
*
Dining with the household in Imladris was much more formal an affair that it sounded. Any elf of the Realm was welcome in the Great Hall, and a strict hierarchy of seating was enforced to avoid confusion. Erestor, because of his standing as Elrond's advisor, was allowed to eat at the main table. Melpomaen's status had him relegated to one of the outer tables, beyond even those reserved for wealthy human merchants. It took Erestor several passes through the hall to locate him.
Melpomaen looked freshly scrubbed and slightly terrified. He was wearing his formal apprentice robes, which Erestor supposed were likely the finest he owned. He relaxed visibly when he spotted Erestor, even smiling up at him. Erestor sat down. He'd never sat so far out, even during his own apprentice days his families standing had meant he was in the inner hall. The elves at the table chittered softly, no doubt speculating why Imladris' chief advisor was sitting in the lowly outer benches with his handsome assistant.
Erestor flushed. He wondered how awful a coward he would be if he mumbled some excuse and retreated back to the high table. But something in Melpomaen's expression stopped him. The elf was happy, proud to be seen with his Master, and Erestor couldn't take that away from him. He pulled up his bowl and started on his soup.
"Aha! So this is why Imladris' Advisor is hiding back here" Erestor choked. Glorfindel clapped Erestor's back heavily, smiling at Melpomean.
"So tell me, Melpomean; how are you enjoying your instruction under Master Erestor?"
Glorfindel sat down, winking at Erestor and helping himself to his bread. The elves surrounding them were suddenly very very quiet, meticulously NOT looking at the party of elders. Wonderful, thought Erestor, I'm going to be the subject of gossip for days now. Glorfindel was smiling far too wide, he thought. He knows exactly what he's doing.
"I'm learning a great deal! Erestor is the best teacher I have ever had, ever. I only hope I live up to his expectations. When I do, I am quite happy".
Erestor stared sourly at his soup. Now I sound like some old letch that seduces innocent youngsters. Glorfindel squeezed his knee under the table. Erestor desperately wanted to kick him.
"And do you get out much? Surely a youngster such as your self needs fresh air and exercise. I could arrange for you to join my guards if you feel cooped up" Erestor stared at Glorfindel. What on Arda was he up to?
"I'm not cooped up at all! Just today Erestor took me to Celebrian's orchard". A soft titter arose from the surrounding elves. Erestor glared at Glorfindel who smiled sweetly back. He was going to kill or at least maim his friend.
"The gardens Erestor? Surely you and Melpomean are too busy for such frivolity"
"Oh no," Melpomean hastened to defend Erestor, "The scrolls disturbed my Master greatly, so we went for a walk to cleanse his mind. But he works until he is sore and exhausted".
Sweet Elbereth, it was like pouring lamp fuel on a flame. Choking, trying to think of a way to defuse the ticking bomb of Melpomaen's mouth, and Erestor wondered if the situation could get any worse. A cool voice interrupted his panic.
"This table seems more amusing than the one reserved for visitors from Lothlorian. Mind if I join you?"
Without waiting for an answer the Galadhrim slid next to Melpomaen. He smiled ferally,
"You were saying something about library work leaving you sore and exhausted?"
The brief reprieve snatched away, Erestor stared miserably, waiting for the worst.
"Oh indeed, Library work can be very tiring. I spend the entire day on my knees," Melpomean pulled up his robe, displaying his reddened knobs, "They are quite bruised. I spent most of the day on them and..."
He trailed off, suddenly realizing that revealing his part in restoration of the Orc scrolls would likely cause trouble for Erestor. Glorfindel was roaring with laughter, echoing through the hall, making everyone stare.
"Ah Glorfindel, Erestor. I was looking for you". Elrond crossed the room and sat down. "I want to hear how your transcription fares." He looked around, seemingly confused "Why are we sitting out here?"
Glorfindel hicced, getting his mirth under control enough to answer. "Well I'm here to speak with Erestor, and he's here because of his delightful apprentice, who was just telling us about his day on his knees"
Glorfindel emphasized 'delightful' and 'knees' causing an all out giggle from the gallery. Elrond flicked his eyes speculatively towards Erestor who appeared to be unable to speak, a mortified expression plastered across his face.
"Well I suppose I'll have to get the details later, as Erestor appears quite tongue tied. No matter. I wanted a border report from you, Glorfindel, and I would also like Haldir to accompany you on your next inspection. He has some interesting ideas about security"
To Erestor's considerable relief the conversation shifted as Glorfindel and the Galadhrim discussed military strategy. He took several deep breaths, steadying himself, and realized that Glorfindel's hand still rested on his thigh. His touch was light and sensual, and Erestor would probably be stimulated by it if he hadn't found relief before coming down for dinner. He glared at the hand. Trust Glorfindel to try and tease him further. The humiliation would be... Erestor blinked. The words from Glorfindel's diary came flooding back. A savage grin broke across his face, his forming plan interrupted by the noisy arrival of the twins.
"Ada! We have been searching for you everywhere. Why are we sitting out here?"
Elrohir eased in and poured himself some wine. Elladan flopped down on the bench, making the dinnerware on the entire table dance. He curled up next to Glorfindel, squeezing in far too close. Glorfindel shifted uncomfortably. The elder twin's brazen attempts at seduction were an ongoing source of amusement for the court. Glorfindel was his latest victim.
"We are here to enjoy the company of Melpomean" Elrond answered. "And for the love of the Valar, Elladan, give Glorfindel some room. If you sit any closer to him, you'll be on his lap". Elladan looked quite pleased with the notion.
"I wouldn't worry about My Lord Glorfindel, though perhaps he it would be more fitting if he laid across Elladan's lap. Tis' a dwarrow and human tradition of punishment I believe Glorfindel is familiar with" Glorfindel's eyes locked with Erestor's, a blush slowly brushing across his golden cheeks.
"Really?" Elrond's interest was piqued. "Tell me, Glorfindel, because despite my heritage I know not what he speaks"
"Humans sometimes strike their children when they have been naughty" Glorfindel explained haltingly.
"How barbaric" piped in Melpomean "But I don't understand. Why on the lap?"
Erestor grinned at the poetry of Melpomaen's naivety turned on Glorfindel. He stroked the eldar's thigh, mimicking perfectly the caress he had received earlier. Glorfindel shifted, but trapped as he was between Elladan and Erestor, was unable to move away.
"You are more exposed on the lap, it is meant to humiliate"
Glorfindel was quite red now. He stiffened suddenly, and Erestor looked down to see Elladan hand steadily creeping across Glorfindel's lap. He stifled a giggle. If Ecthelion's training had stuck at all, Elladan would soon find exactly what he was looking for.
"And are you dressed during this" Erestor couldn't resist. Glorfindel was just too delicious with the tables turned on him. He saw Elladan's fist jerking smoothly under the table, Glorfindel's expression was that of a trapped wild horse.
"Traditionally the skin is exposed" his answer was strained.
"Glorfindel, you seem to be quite the expert on the topic, why is that"
Glorfindel turned to Erestor and for the first time since they had met Erestor saw the Glorfindel of history, the elf who had faced down a Balrog.
"Because. I. Have. Been. So. Punished."
His eyes never left Erestor. Fierce, savage even as he cut out his answer, bucking slightly under the table, reaching completion. Erestor wondered if it was Elladan's touch that drove him over the edge. For some reason he hoped it wasn't.
NC17 LotR
Summery: Erestor = Erestor! w/ Glorfindel & Melpomean
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: All LotR setting's and characters are the exclusive property of the Tolkien estate and / or it's assignees; or possibly Disney since the mouse seems to own everything. In any case, they're not mine, I'm abusing the without permission and for no financial gain.
Feedback: Oh yes, please.
For kharessa, cos, y'know and machiavellian Don't know what's up, but I adore you – hope it gets better. Thanks to Cruel Illusion (cause I luvs ya), Hawk, Maggie Honeybite, Laiqalasse Belle, Manon, Mirasaui, and LK from the group – your comments are cherished AN Uhhh yeah, changes. More Haldir.
Alone at last. Erestor dropped the books unceremoniously and began pulling off his robes. Needed to be nude now. Needed release NOW. His hand was squeezing the shaft of his sex before he even managed to fully undress. Two hard tugs were enough, sending him over the edge and spattering across his crumpled robes.
Shuddering, his eyes fell upon the scattered books. Glorfindel's diary had opened to another etching. Erestor reached down to recover it. Glorfindel was bent across Ecthelion's lap, his hands behind his back. Ecthelion was in the process of slapping his bare bottom, and judging from the shadowy bruising, had been it for some time. The caption read:
My punishment
Still naked, Erestor began to read.
I knew I shouldn't have, but I wanted to see what would happen, what My Lord would do. I thought perhaps I could stoke his fury and he would take me like that, hard and uncaring. But I should know by now I cannot predict My Lord's reactions. Instead he was quite cold and bade me to leave.
I was devastated. Had I pushed him so hard he did not wish to see me? I ran from his room, locking myself in my chambers, determined not to back down my pride. A scant two hours later I was back at his door, tapping for entrance. He opened the door and took me by the wrist and scolded me – told me I was no better than a dwarf or a human, and as such he would punish me in the ways of the dwarrow and men. He stripped me down and laid me across his lap. I was exposed; embarrassed, and then he began slapping the muscled curve of my backside. Pain wrenched through me, but oh, My Lord trained me too well. The humiliation sent blood to my cheeks and to my groin, each blow made my sex rub hard against his thigh. Miserable, exhilarated and I wanted so much more. He shifted tempo's, raining short sharp smacks to my inner cheeks, then deep resonating blows to the fleshiest parts of me. All the while I rubbed frantically, desperate for release.
Erestor was stroking himself quite hard by this time. He stared at the etching as he came again, deep and satisfying, and then collapsed into his chair. He really had to get cleaned up for dinner.
*
"...we are elves, and if we cannot agree among ourselves, then our time here is DOOMED"
Elrond cleared his throat. His speech didn't sound quite right, and so taking a deep breath he prepared to practice it again. A polite cough from the corner stopped him.
"Ah Haldir of Lorien, good of you to join me. Glorfindel tells me you had some questions about the negotiations prior to the last Alliance? I'm delighted to hear that the younger generations are taking such a deep interest in our past. I can only hope my humble recollections do justice to the stories you have heard. Now, to truly understand the diplomacy involved one must go back 400 years..."
Though Haldir's face remained serene, his step seemed reluctant as he followed the Lord of Imladris.
*
Dining with the household in Imladris was much more formal an affair that it sounded. Any elf of the Realm was welcome in the Great Hall, and a strict hierarchy of seating was enforced to avoid confusion. Erestor, because of his standing as Elrond's advisor, was allowed to eat at the main table. Melpomaen's status had him relegated to one of the outer tables, beyond even those reserved for wealthy human merchants. It took Erestor several passes through the hall to locate him.
Melpomaen looked freshly scrubbed and slightly terrified. He was wearing his formal apprentice robes, which Erestor supposed were likely the finest he owned. He relaxed visibly when he spotted Erestor, even smiling up at him. Erestor sat down. He'd never sat so far out, even during his own apprentice days his families standing had meant he was in the inner hall. The elves at the table chittered softly, no doubt speculating why Imladris' chief advisor was sitting in the lowly outer benches with his handsome assistant.
Erestor flushed. He wondered how awful a coward he would be if he mumbled some excuse and retreated back to the high table. But something in Melpomaen's expression stopped him. The elf was happy, proud to be seen with his Master, and Erestor couldn't take that away from him. He pulled up his bowl and started on his soup.
"Aha! So this is why Imladris' Advisor is hiding back here" Erestor choked. Glorfindel clapped Erestor's back heavily, smiling at Melpomean.
"So tell me, Melpomean; how are you enjoying your instruction under Master Erestor?"
Glorfindel sat down, winking at Erestor and helping himself to his bread. The elves surrounding them were suddenly very very quiet, meticulously NOT looking at the party of elders. Wonderful, thought Erestor, I'm going to be the subject of gossip for days now. Glorfindel was smiling far too wide, he thought. He knows exactly what he's doing.
"I'm learning a great deal! Erestor is the best teacher I have ever had, ever. I only hope I live up to his expectations. When I do, I am quite happy".
Erestor stared sourly at his soup. Now I sound like some old letch that seduces innocent youngsters. Glorfindel squeezed his knee under the table. Erestor desperately wanted to kick him.
"And do you get out much? Surely a youngster such as your self needs fresh air and exercise. I could arrange for you to join my guards if you feel cooped up" Erestor stared at Glorfindel. What on Arda was he up to?
"I'm not cooped up at all! Just today Erestor took me to Celebrian's orchard". A soft titter arose from the surrounding elves. Erestor glared at Glorfindel who smiled sweetly back. He was going to kill or at least maim his friend.
"The gardens Erestor? Surely you and Melpomean are too busy for such frivolity"
"Oh no," Melpomean hastened to defend Erestor, "The scrolls disturbed my Master greatly, so we went for a walk to cleanse his mind. But he works until he is sore and exhausted".
Sweet Elbereth, it was like pouring lamp fuel on a flame. Choking, trying to think of a way to defuse the ticking bomb of Melpomaen's mouth, and Erestor wondered if the situation could get any worse. A cool voice interrupted his panic.
"This table seems more amusing than the one reserved for visitors from Lothlorian. Mind if I join you?"
Without waiting for an answer the Galadhrim slid next to Melpomaen. He smiled ferally,
"You were saying something about library work leaving you sore and exhausted?"
The brief reprieve snatched away, Erestor stared miserably, waiting for the worst.
"Oh indeed, Library work can be very tiring. I spend the entire day on my knees," Melpomean pulled up his robe, displaying his reddened knobs, "They are quite bruised. I spent most of the day on them and..."
He trailed off, suddenly realizing that revealing his part in restoration of the Orc scrolls would likely cause trouble for Erestor. Glorfindel was roaring with laughter, echoing through the hall, making everyone stare.
"Ah Glorfindel, Erestor. I was looking for you". Elrond crossed the room and sat down. "I want to hear how your transcription fares." He looked around, seemingly confused "Why are we sitting out here?"
Glorfindel hicced, getting his mirth under control enough to answer. "Well I'm here to speak with Erestor, and he's here because of his delightful apprentice, who was just telling us about his day on his knees"
Glorfindel emphasized 'delightful' and 'knees' causing an all out giggle from the gallery. Elrond flicked his eyes speculatively towards Erestor who appeared to be unable to speak, a mortified expression plastered across his face.
"Well I suppose I'll have to get the details later, as Erestor appears quite tongue tied. No matter. I wanted a border report from you, Glorfindel, and I would also like Haldir to accompany you on your next inspection. He has some interesting ideas about security"
To Erestor's considerable relief the conversation shifted as Glorfindel and the Galadhrim discussed military strategy. He took several deep breaths, steadying himself, and realized that Glorfindel's hand still rested on his thigh. His touch was light and sensual, and Erestor would probably be stimulated by it if he hadn't found relief before coming down for dinner. He glared at the hand. Trust Glorfindel to try and tease him further. The humiliation would be... Erestor blinked. The words from Glorfindel's diary came flooding back. A savage grin broke across his face, his forming plan interrupted by the noisy arrival of the twins.
"Ada! We have been searching for you everywhere. Why are we sitting out here?"
Elrohir eased in and poured himself some wine. Elladan flopped down on the bench, making the dinnerware on the entire table dance. He curled up next to Glorfindel, squeezing in far too close. Glorfindel shifted uncomfortably. The elder twin's brazen attempts at seduction were an ongoing source of amusement for the court. Glorfindel was his latest victim.
"We are here to enjoy the company of Melpomean" Elrond answered. "And for the love of the Valar, Elladan, give Glorfindel some room. If you sit any closer to him, you'll be on his lap". Elladan looked quite pleased with the notion.
"I wouldn't worry about My Lord Glorfindel, though perhaps he it would be more fitting if he laid across Elladan's lap. Tis' a dwarrow and human tradition of punishment I believe Glorfindel is familiar with" Glorfindel's eyes locked with Erestor's, a blush slowly brushing across his golden cheeks.
"Really?" Elrond's interest was piqued. "Tell me, Glorfindel, because despite my heritage I know not what he speaks"
"Humans sometimes strike their children when they have been naughty" Glorfindel explained haltingly.
"How barbaric" piped in Melpomean "But I don't understand. Why on the lap?"
Erestor grinned at the poetry of Melpomaen's naivety turned on Glorfindel. He stroked the eldar's thigh, mimicking perfectly the caress he had received earlier. Glorfindel shifted, but trapped as he was between Elladan and Erestor, was unable to move away.
"You are more exposed on the lap, it is meant to humiliate"
Glorfindel was quite red now. He stiffened suddenly, and Erestor looked down to see Elladan hand steadily creeping across Glorfindel's lap. He stifled a giggle. If Ecthelion's training had stuck at all, Elladan would soon find exactly what he was looking for.
"And are you dressed during this" Erestor couldn't resist. Glorfindel was just too delicious with the tables turned on him. He saw Elladan's fist jerking smoothly under the table, Glorfindel's expression was that of a trapped wild horse.
"Traditionally the skin is exposed" his answer was strained.
"Glorfindel, you seem to be quite the expert on the topic, why is that"
Glorfindel turned to Erestor and for the first time since they had met Erestor saw the Glorfindel of history, the elf who had faced down a Balrog.
"Because. I. Have. Been. So. Punished."
His eyes never left Erestor. Fierce, savage even as he cut out his answer, bucking slightly under the table, reaching completion. Erestor wondered if it was Elladan's touch that drove him over the edge. For some reason he hoped it wasn't.