The Librarian 16/
How the Whip was Won
LotR
NC17
Alexcat graciously volunteered to wade into this quagmire and beta it.
However, I would not be able to keep up with Krit then and have therefore
done my own proofreading. Be merciless.
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.
Feedback: Please – I'm using the comments to beta this mess
For Kharessa and Machiavellian and LK, who started a war that made this fun
again
AN Yes Celebrian is around still during this. So?
I used an elvish phrase in this that I'm not providing the translation for.
If you know it, you'll get why. I have a reason, and no Krit, that reason
is not because I am teh evol
Some Answers. Or not.
Elrond stood at his balcony watching the twilight fall. The sky was clear and rich with stars. To him fell the eventual care of all things in this realm and despite Glorfindel's assurances he couldn't help but worry about Erestor. Erestor's sharp eye and quick mind had prompted Elrond to raise him from Rumil's apprentice to an advisor. But while his insight was invaluable in the intricacies of State, he seemed to be unable to turn that same insight on his own affairs. Elrond sighed. At least he could relax knowing Melpomaen was safely in the healing house.
Elrond rolled his shoulders, the ache of past exertion still echoing in the muscle. Haldir hadn't returned, and while he hadn't expected him to it still stung. It wasn't the first time an elf thought his human blood was a weakness they could take advantage of. Thranduil was long in the habit of sending beautiful courtiers with his diplomatic parties. There was a certain convenience of it all, everyone knew exactly what the situation was, there were no emotional entanglements, not obligations, and the next morning Elrond would do whatever was best for Imladris, just as he always did. If others were foolish enough to believe concessions were made between his sheets, well, it wasn't an illusion Elrond was in a particular hurry to dispel.
But Haldir had been different. He hadn't played the by the rules. He wasn't attached to any political mission, and his seduction hadn't followed any courtly customs. It was more personal. And relentless. Elrond closed his eyes, the dancing images of Haldir far more tempting than his view on Imladris. Even now he felt the shadow of his touch, his strong fingers climbing his body. There had been desperation in Haldir that had awakened something primal in Elrond. And for the first time since choosing his elfin form he was hungry.
*
"Haldir?"
Melpomaen jumped back in surprise. Haldir stepped out of the shadow, allowing the moonlight to illuminate his face. He was magnificent, as always, the hard light making his features appear stern and forbidding. His stare seemed to read Melpomaen's thoughts.
"Haldir? What on Arda are you up to?"
"I was waiting for you, Lirimaermin"
Melpomaen shivered in the darkness. Erestor had never flattered him, never waited for him, never once demonstrated that he was anything other that a toy to be played and broken. But Haldir, well Haldir always noticed him, always had a kind word. He swayed slightly, unable to correct Haldir's possessive endearment and yet unwilling to simply walk away. As if sensing his indecision, Haldir closed the gap between them. He brushed a lock of hair from Melpomaen's brow then caressed his face, staring into his eyes.
"You need someone to care for you, so sad, so alone. Let me care for you, Lirimaer"
And of the caress felt so good. The softness stirred all the anger, all the confusion, all the guilt that roared within him. A tear burst free, followed by another, and Haldir leaned in, licking the salty streak from his cheek. That touch, strong lips on tender skin, broke Melpomaen. Leaning into Haldir's embrace, he the only answer he could.
"Amin naa lle nai"
*
Erestor awoke, nude and in bed again, but this time with the rather solid form of Glorfindel curled around him, his heavy limbs curled around his torso and thighs, effectively trapping him. Erestor pushed heavily several times against the sleeping form. No response. Annoyed, he shoved Glorfindel as hard as he could. He was answered by an indignant snore, and then Glorfindel wrapped himself more tightly around Erestor, and nuzzling sleepily at his neck. His breath was hot and rhythmic, just catching the lobe of Erestor's ear and sending chills down his body. He felt hot, he felt cold, he felt alive, and then Glorfindel shifted in his sleep, brushing against Erestor's sex. Erestor struggled to move away, the effort causing a friction that blushed his cock to life. He froze, horrified, but it was too late. His body was responding, and the soft tickle of Glorfindel's thigh against his most tender skin, the damp breath in his ear was only making it worse. His flesh hardened, pushing insistently against Glorfindel. Erestor stopped breathing, lying as still as possible and stared at the ceiling, running intricate formulae through his head. Just breathe and relax, breathe and relax he repeated silently. Glorfindel shifted slightly.
"Mmmmm now that's a morning greeting I could get used to" and whatever blood wasn't gorging Erestor's cock lit his face bright red.
Glorfindel leaned up, supporting himself on his elbows, grinning lazily down at the mortified advisor. He rolled over until he was on top, pressing his own member against Erestor's. Then he leaned down, nipping lightly at Erestor's ear, allowing sharp teeth to graze the point, all while he undulated atop him. Erestor gasped, turning his head but there really was no place to turn to. Turning his head left his neck exposed, struggling to get away just appeared as if his hips were answering Glorfindel's. Even through the light robe Glorfindel was wearing the meeting of their hardened flesh shocked him. He gasped and Glorfindel took advantage of his open moan to seal his mouth in a kiss.
Too much. Glorfindel, everywhere, touching tasting, his body's eager response; it was all too much. Erestor began to shake uncontrollably. All the longing, the fear, the need the terror that had built up in his chest erupted in wordless wail, deafening and deep. He couldn't have this, couldn't be trusted with it, and the sorrow of his loss made his howl continue. What would he have given to be in this very position with this very elf before the scrolls? Before the scrolls had darkened his taste and proved his nature was so untrustworthy? What would he have given? Rocking back and forth, soothing; Glorfindel was holding him, calming and comforting.
"I...You must not, Glorfindel. You have seen what I am capable" He could not say Melpomaen's name.
Glorfindel's emotions teased at him; sadness, guilt, satisfaction, and amusement? Erestor wasn't sure, but he stared suspiciously at his captor. Expression flitted across Glorfindel's face, to fast to read. Then he sighed and sat up. Leaning to the night-table he fumbled around, finally removing a small volume Erestor recognized instantly. Glorfindel's diary.
"I blame myself for what passed between yourself and Melpomaen. I thought perhaps you would come to me with your questions when you realized I had taken it. Had I not, perhaps you would have known more before you indulged your curiosity."
Erestor stared at Glorfindel. His diary, of course! Why hadn't he remembered that? The puzzle pieces of this bad dream he had woken into began to fit. Glorfindel had undoubtedly meant to protect him, and taken the diary. When he had hurt Melpomaen the Noble warrior had blamed himself, and therefore offered himself in a healing bind.
"You sacrifice too much. I am no worthy"
"Erestor, I have known you since you first came to Imladris. Do you think me so petty as to judge centuries of friendship upon your worst few moments?" Glorfindel hadn't moved from atop him, hadn't broken the contact of their flesh. Erestor moaned, his groin arching up.
"I have no control. I will hurt you"
"Perhaps. Or perhaps I will teach you discipline"
Some Answers. Or not.
Elrond stood at his balcony watching the twilight fall. The sky was clear and rich with stars. To him fell the eventual care of all things in this realm and despite Glorfindel's assurances he couldn't help but worry about Erestor. Erestor's sharp eye and quick mind had prompted Elrond to raise him from Rumil's apprentice to an advisor. But while his insight was invaluable in the intricacies of State, he seemed to be unable to turn that same insight on his own affairs. Elrond sighed. At least he could relax knowing Melpomaen was safely in the healing house.
Elrond rolled his shoulders, the ache of past exertion still echoing in the muscle. Haldir hadn't returned, and while he hadn't expected him to it still stung. It wasn't the first time an elf thought his human blood was a weakness they could take advantage of. Thranduil was long in the habit of sending beautiful courtiers with his diplomatic parties. There was a certain convenience of it all, everyone knew exactly what the situation was, there were no emotional entanglements, not obligations, and the next morning Elrond would do whatever was best for Imladris, just as he always did. If others were foolish enough to believe concessions were made between his sheets, well, it wasn't an illusion Elrond was in a particular hurry to dispel.
But Haldir had been different. He hadn't played the by the rules. He wasn't attached to any political mission, and his seduction hadn't followed any courtly customs. It was more personal. And relentless. Elrond closed his eyes, the dancing images of Haldir far more tempting than his view on Imladris. Even now he felt the shadow of his touch, his strong fingers climbing his body. There had been desperation in Haldir that had awakened something primal in Elrond. And for the first time since choosing his elfin form he was hungry.
*
"Haldir?"
Melpomaen jumped back in surprise. Haldir stepped out of the shadow, allowing the moonlight to illuminate his face. He was magnificent, as always, the hard light making his features appear stern and forbidding. His stare seemed to read Melpomaen's thoughts.
"Haldir? What on Arda are you up to?"
"I was waiting for you, Lirimaermin"
Melpomaen shivered in the darkness. Erestor had never flattered him, never waited for him, never once demonstrated that he was anything other that a toy to be played and broken. But Haldir, well Haldir always noticed him, always had a kind word. He swayed slightly, unable to correct Haldir's possessive endearment and yet unwilling to simply walk away. As if sensing his indecision, Haldir closed the gap between them. He brushed a lock of hair from Melpomaen's brow then caressed his face, staring into his eyes.
"You need someone to care for you, so sad, so alone. Let me care for you, Lirimaer"
And of the caress felt so good. The softness stirred all the anger, all the confusion, all the guilt that roared within him. A tear burst free, followed by another, and Haldir leaned in, licking the salty streak from his cheek. That touch, strong lips on tender skin, broke Melpomaen. Leaning into Haldir's embrace, he the only answer he could.
"Amin naa lle nai"
*
Erestor awoke, nude and in bed again, but this time with the rather solid form of Glorfindel curled around him, his heavy limbs curled around his torso and thighs, effectively trapping him. Erestor pushed heavily several times against the sleeping form. No response. Annoyed, he shoved Glorfindel as hard as he could. He was answered by an indignant snore, and then Glorfindel wrapped himself more tightly around Erestor, and nuzzling sleepily at his neck. His breath was hot and rhythmic, just catching the lobe of Erestor's ear and sending chills down his body. He felt hot, he felt cold, he felt alive, and then Glorfindel shifted in his sleep, brushing against Erestor's sex. Erestor struggled to move away, the effort causing a friction that blushed his cock to life. He froze, horrified, but it was too late. His body was responding, and the soft tickle of Glorfindel's thigh against his most tender skin, the damp breath in his ear was only making it worse. His flesh hardened, pushing insistently against Glorfindel. Erestor stopped breathing, lying as still as possible and stared at the ceiling, running intricate formulae through his head. Just breathe and relax, breathe and relax he repeated silently. Glorfindel shifted slightly.
"Mmmmm now that's a morning greeting I could get used to" and whatever blood wasn't gorging Erestor's cock lit his face bright red.
Glorfindel leaned up, supporting himself on his elbows, grinning lazily down at the mortified advisor. He rolled over until he was on top, pressing his own member against Erestor's. Then he leaned down, nipping lightly at Erestor's ear, allowing sharp teeth to graze the point, all while he undulated atop him. Erestor gasped, turning his head but there really was no place to turn to. Turning his head left his neck exposed, struggling to get away just appeared as if his hips were answering Glorfindel's. Even through the light robe Glorfindel was wearing the meeting of their hardened flesh shocked him. He gasped and Glorfindel took advantage of his open moan to seal his mouth in a kiss.
Too much. Glorfindel, everywhere, touching tasting, his body's eager response; it was all too much. Erestor began to shake uncontrollably. All the longing, the fear, the need the terror that had built up in his chest erupted in wordless wail, deafening and deep. He couldn't have this, couldn't be trusted with it, and the sorrow of his loss made his howl continue. What would he have given to be in this very position with this very elf before the scrolls? Before the scrolls had darkened his taste and proved his nature was so untrustworthy? What would he have given? Rocking back and forth, soothing; Glorfindel was holding him, calming and comforting.
"I...You must not, Glorfindel. You have seen what I am capable" He could not say Melpomaen's name.
Glorfindel's emotions teased at him; sadness, guilt, satisfaction, and amusement? Erestor wasn't sure, but he stared suspiciously at his captor. Expression flitted across Glorfindel's face, to fast to read. Then he sighed and sat up. Leaning to the night-table he fumbled around, finally removing a small volume Erestor recognized instantly. Glorfindel's diary.
"I blame myself for what passed between yourself and Melpomaen. I thought perhaps you would come to me with your questions when you realized I had taken it. Had I not, perhaps you would have known more before you indulged your curiosity."
Erestor stared at Glorfindel. His diary, of course! Why hadn't he remembered that? The puzzle pieces of this bad dream he had woken into began to fit. Glorfindel had undoubtedly meant to protect him, and taken the diary. When he had hurt Melpomaen the Noble warrior had blamed himself, and therefore offered himself in a healing bind.
"You sacrifice too much. I am no worthy"
"Erestor, I have known you since you first came to Imladris. Do you think me so petty as to judge centuries of friendship upon your worst few moments?" Glorfindel hadn't moved from atop him, hadn't broken the contact of their flesh. Erestor moaned, his groin arching up.
"I have no control. I will hurt you"
"Perhaps. Or perhaps I will teach you discipline"