The Librarian 14/
LotR
NC17
Summery: Erestor = Erestor! w/ Glorfindel & Melpomean
Warnings: BDSM, kink, angst
Disclaimer: All LotR characters and settings are the exclusive property of
the Tolkien estate. I do not have permission to use them.
Summery: Part 2 of story arc, How the whip was won
Feedback: Please – I'm using the comments to beta this mess
For lj user="Kharessa" and lj user="Machiavellian"
AN Um. I hate this plot device. But then I thought it was marginally more
interesting from this POV. Also it was necessary. Comments? Please.
AN Those readers (all two of you) who know my RPS as well will have
undoubtedly noticed a theme emerging. What can I say? I luvs teh crazeh
Sleep. Just sleep it away, dark and grey and let the images fade.
Shaking, Rough, and a slap, hard across his cheeks and burning in his throat as fiery liquid is forced down. But oh, to sleep and the need is too strong to resist and why should he? Pain and eyes open and a binding? Elrond...and Glorfindel? Celebrian's not going to be amused when she returns from Lorien to discover Elrond has opened their marriage to a three-ing laughing, the old warrior's really done it this time, drifting off sleepy Waking again, more fire, and BACK TO MANDOS with your poisonous concoctions, YOU FIEND! More sleep, more sleep, aching sunlight blinding
Erestor awoke in unfamiliar surroundings. A cheerful room, far too bright, but plain and without any personal mementos. The royal guest house? He stretched the ache from his limbs and looked around. Definitely the guest house, judging from the size of the rooms, and Glorfindel? At the same time he noticed Glorfindel was sitting in a chair next to the bed watching him he also realized he was fully nude. He groaned aloud. Not again. Glorfindel, watching him naked and...guarding him? The memory of Melpomaen lit vividly as sleep left him. Erestor sank under the overpowering heaviness of it. His need to just sleep hitting forcefully and dragging him down. His eyelids seemed too cumbersome to even keep open as he sank deeper under the weight of grey.
"Erestor!"
Glorfindel's voice was sharp, and Erestor rolled away from it, seeking the darkness from which he had just awoken.
"Erestor you will get up. We have much to accomplish today"
Erestor rolled over and stared at Glorfindel, disbelief and annoyance warring on his features.
"I will not tell you again"
Annoyance won and Erestor glared at the blond, then rolled back over, wrapping himself tightly in the bedding. A shower of icy cold water greeted him, soaking the blankets. He sat up, sputtering resentfully. Glorfindel smiled sweetly down at him, empty bucket dangling from his hand.
"Better. You're up. Now hurry and finish bathing. You smell like and orcish pig farmer"
Erestor threw back the sodden linens and stomped towards the bathing chamber. Orcs don't farm he thought peevishly, they rape and pillage. That stopped him dead, because of course, so did he. Rape and pillage and destroy and take and no better than an Orc, foulest of creatures, and Glorfindel touched his shoulder and the weight of his hand was too much to bear and oh he was being drawn in, into warmth and arms encircling him and comforting murmured apologies. Why was Glorfindel apologizing? Tears flowing and in shock Erestor realized they weren't all his.
Then he was being lowered into a tub full of warm water, delicious and scented. Glorfindel was gently washing him, sponging gentle circles on his skin. Erestor wanted to tell him not to bother, that the stains he bore could never be washed away. Things done cannot be undone. Sinking deeper into the water, he let the warmth envelop him, Glorfindel's fingers massaging his scalp, working the infusion of hyssop and lavender into the roots of his hair. Relaxing, closing his eyes and
Melpomaen demanding more. Off balance, control slipping and again, Melpomaen demands more and not knowing where to go, what to do, and he's lost, lost and has to do something to get it back. Needs some way to feel control, to feel that power. And even now the strength of his erection is fading, the loss an ache that tightens in the pit of his stomach and stays, knotted and taunting. And he was still striking Melpomaen with the belt.
Glorfindel was in the tub with him, robes soaking and clinging to him. Erestor stared, confused, and he at the same moment he realized he was shaking he stopped. Glorfindel held his face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away tears from his cheekbones. He was talking, though what he was saying Erestor had no idea; he couldn't hear anything above the roar of Melpomaen ringing in his ears.
Glorfindel leaned in and kissed him gently on the mouth. Desire. Erestor wanted that kiss and he opened his lips, and for one crystal instant it was perfect. Time froze, thought stopped and there was nothing but the hungry power of Glorfindel's lips. But no, this is wrong. He's wrong. Uncontrolled and shameful and dark and no, never again, and the horror of it all made him retch. He pushed against Glorfindel, sending the warrior sloshing against the side of the tub in his vehemence.
"No. I cannot" Erestor's voice caught in his throat.
"I wish only to comfort you"
"Not that. Never again, that"
"Then feel anger, feel rage even shame" Glorfindel was as close to pleading as Erestor had ever seen him.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I will not let you fade"
"Why?! I do not deserve to live! Just leave me be" he voice weakened on the last words.
"If you fade, so will I. And I doubt Mandos will release me a second time"
Erestor stared at Glorfindel, uncomprehending.
"We are bound you and I. Our souls are joined. So if you choose to fade, you take me with you"
Sleep. Just sleep it away, dark and grey and let the images fade.
Shaking, Rough, and a slap, hard across his cheeks and burning in his throat as fiery liquid is forced down. But oh, to sleep and the need is too strong to resist and why should he? Pain and eyes open and a binding? Elrond...and Glorfindel? Celebrian's not going to be amused when she returns from Lorien to discover Elrond has opened their marriage to a three-ing laughing, the old warrior's really done it this time, drifting off sleepy Waking again, more fire, and BACK TO MANDOS with your poisonous concoctions, YOU FIEND! More sleep, more sleep, aching sunlight blinding
Erestor awoke in unfamiliar surroundings. A cheerful room, far too bright, but plain and without any personal mementos. The royal guest house? He stretched the ache from his limbs and looked around. Definitely the guest house, judging from the size of the rooms, and Glorfindel? At the same time he noticed Glorfindel was sitting in a chair next to the bed watching him he also realized he was fully nude. He groaned aloud. Not again. Glorfindel, watching him naked and...guarding him? The memory of Melpomaen lit vividly as sleep left him. Erestor sank under the overpowering heaviness of it. His need to just sleep hitting forcefully and dragging him down. His eyelids seemed too cumbersome to even keep open as he sank deeper under the weight of grey.
"Erestor!"
Glorfindel's voice was sharp, and Erestor rolled away from it, seeking the darkness from which he had just awoken.
"Erestor you will get up. We have much to accomplish today"
Erestor rolled over and stared at Glorfindel, disbelief and annoyance warring on his features.
"I will not tell you again"
Annoyance won and Erestor glared at the blond, then rolled back over, wrapping himself tightly in the bedding. A shower of icy cold water greeted him, soaking the blankets. He sat up, sputtering resentfully. Glorfindel smiled sweetly down at him, empty bucket dangling from his hand.
"Better. You're up. Now hurry and finish bathing. You smell like and orcish pig farmer"
Erestor threw back the sodden linens and stomped towards the bathing chamber. Orcs don't farm he thought peevishly, they rape and pillage. That stopped him dead, because of course, so did he. Rape and pillage and destroy and take and no better than an Orc, foulest of creatures, and Glorfindel touched his shoulder and the weight of his hand was too much to bear and oh he was being drawn in, into warmth and arms encircling him and comforting murmured apologies. Why was Glorfindel apologizing? Tears flowing and in shock Erestor realized they weren't all his.
Then he was being lowered into a tub full of warm water, delicious and scented. Glorfindel was gently washing him, sponging gentle circles on his skin. Erestor wanted to tell him not to bother, that the stains he bore could never be washed away. Things done cannot be undone. Sinking deeper into the water, he let the warmth envelop him, Glorfindel's fingers massaging his scalp, working the infusion of hyssop and lavender into the roots of his hair. Relaxing, closing his eyes and
Melpomaen demanding more. Off balance, control slipping and again, Melpomaen demands more and not knowing where to go, what to do, and he's lost, lost and has to do something to get it back. Needs some way to feel control, to feel that power. And even now the strength of his erection is fading, the loss an ache that tightens in the pit of his stomach and stays, knotted and taunting. And he was still striking Melpomaen with the belt.
Glorfindel was in the tub with him, robes soaking and clinging to him. Erestor stared, confused, and he at the same moment he realized he was shaking he stopped. Glorfindel held his face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away tears from his cheekbones. He was talking, though what he was saying Erestor had no idea; he couldn't hear anything above the roar of Melpomaen ringing in his ears.
Glorfindel leaned in and kissed him gently on the mouth. Desire. Erestor wanted that kiss and he opened his lips, and for one crystal instant it was perfect. Time froze, thought stopped and there was nothing but the hungry power of Glorfindel's lips. But no, this is wrong. He's wrong. Uncontrolled and shameful and dark and no, never again, and the horror of it all made him retch. He pushed against Glorfindel, sending the warrior sloshing against the side of the tub in his vehemence.
"No. I cannot" Erestor's voice caught in his throat.
"I wish only to comfort you"
"Not that. Never again, that"
"Then feel anger, feel rage even shame" Glorfindel was as close to pleading as Erestor had ever seen him.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I will not let you fade"
"Why?! I do not deserve to live! Just leave me be" he voice weakened on the last words.
"If you fade, so will I. And I doubt Mandos will release me a second time"
Erestor stared at Glorfindel, uncomprehending.
"We are bound you and I. Our souls are joined. So if you choose to fade, you take me with you"