Haldir lowered his weight onto Melpomaen, heavy muscle covering abused
skin. Bruises Haldir had found himself enjoying making. He supposed he
should take him now, invade his taut form with ruthless savagery, and yet...
Melpomaen looked up at him, eyes trusting, filled with need and unfulfilled
want. The trust jarred Haldir. It wasn't right, and certainly wasn't
deserved.
*
The walls of the guest house seemed to tower over him. It probably didn't help that the windows were all shuttered bathing the chamber in the eerie shadow of thwarted daylight. Declaring himself was too tired to open them, Erestor reclined against the day bed, cursing the Valar and glaring at Glorfindel. He might have well have saved the effort. His foul temper left the cheerful Eldar unperturbed. Indeed, thanks to their new formed bond waves of exuberance rolled over and through him, making it that much harder to separate his own peevish mood and maintain it. Glorfindel, never one to let an opportunity pass, seemed determined to take advantage of his confinement. As it was he had brought Erestor several ledgers that he had long avoided: the home guards request for increased budget, the border guard's requests for new weaponry and essentially badgered Erestor into writing the accounts. Glowering at the rows of numbers, Erestor managed to find the finances for about half of the demands, telling Glorfindel that if he wanted the rest, he should make war upon a wealthy Dwarrow mine or perhaps Thranduil, who was almost a dwarf anyway.
"Aha! Such acidity can only mean you are feeling stronger, Meleth."
"I asked you not to call me that"
"You ask for a great many things Meleth. You must for give my aged mind for forgetting a few of them. Never mind, I do not wish to argue with you. I had Elrond send something to amuse you"
Glorfindel stepped into the foyer and when he returned he was carrying a large box. Erestor groaned at the sight of it. Somehow, when this was done he was going to personally rid Imladris of every Borndo set in existence. Glorfindel began lining up the pieces, ignoring Erestor's sour grimace. The Borndo Battle Glorfindel had chosen was the fall of Gondolin. Erestor watched him carefully set Ecthelion in the battlement and Tuor next to the West Tower.
"He wasn't there" Glorfindel looked up in surprise.
Erestor nodded at highly polished miniature Echthelion. "He wasn't at the West Tower until the warning bells were rung." He clarified.
Glorfindel may have the obvious advantage of having been there but then Erestor had spent hundreds of years copying and compiling accounts from the battle and probably knew more about the entire battle than any living elf.
"Well where was he then?" Glorfindel frowned.
"I can't say for certain, but several eyewitness accounts I transcribed have him emerging rather hurriedly from the armory immediately following the bells. I always suspected he was with a lover." Erestor added spitefully.
Almost immediately Erestor could feel anger stirring in him, and shame. What had possessed him to say such a thing? Glorfindel was his friend, One who had risked and sacrificed much to save him. He, an unworthy taker, a defiler. Dirty defiler, no better than an Orc and...he felt a hand on his cheek.
"I think I always new that" Glorfindel's eyes were looking at him then back at the Ecthelion figurine.
"He was magnificent, diamonds and silver. Surely too extraordinary to live in the bounds of an ordinary love" He continued.
He moved the figure to the armory, then looked back at Erestor. "And you, my friend, are too extraordinary to die believing such cruel things about yourself".
*
Haldir ran his fingertips along skin that had just been raked open by nails. So soft, so sweet, and he leaned down, kissing Melpomaen gently upon the lips. Then shifting position he left a trail of feather light kisses along Mel's abdomen as he made his way towards the elf's cock. He paused, inhaling the lightly earthy blend of lust and fear, before tracing the throbbing vein with the point of his tongue.
"Wha... What are you doing?"
"Giving you pleasure Mellon" he teased the leaking tip, earning a gasp from his sprawled conquest.
"But... But... that isn't how it works" Melpomaen pushed against Haldir, struggling to free himself.
"Perhaps this is how it should" and holding back his wrists, Haldir swallowed heavily.
Melpomaen's struggles subsided in a gasp. He arched up, as much as the grip Haldir held on his wrists allowed and let out a anguished howl that seemed to resonate from his chest. Haldir paused, startled, but when Melpomaen squirmed against him he bowed back over the elfling's cock, curling his tongue in long wet strokes across the shaft. Mel shuddered under him, his wail rising to an earsplitting pitch, surely loud enough to wake all of Imladris. Still Haldir kept his touch gentle, tenderly courting the delicate twin orbs against his lips, then working lower until his tongue was making wet circled at the tense entrance to Melpomaen's body.
Haldir's tongue darted in, tasting that darkest crevice of the youth's body. He wouldn't last long, not at this rate. He licked again, trying to push into unyielding flesh, then giving up he nibbled at the smooth patch of skin just above it. Not enough, not nearly enough. Raising his head he stared down at Mel. Tears were swelling on his lids, his mouth was still agape, still emitting the soul wrenching roar. Pulling Mel up until he was standing, or more accurately leaning against the Library wall, Haldir sank to his knees, enveloping Mel's cock in his wet mouth. He hummed hungrily as he felt tension building, past a point where anything could stop it. Gripping the base and wrapping a finger tightly under the balls, Haldir spoke.
"Look at me"
"Nngh"
Haldir curled the pointed tip of his tongue around the pulsing head of Mel's cock.
"Look at me"
His tone was more demanding and Mel's eye's snapped open at the command. When he was sure the elfling was watching he released his grip, simultaneously swallowing the shaft to its root. The reaction was immediate; the hot surge of fluid almost choked Haldir. He released the cock from his mouth, holding it tightly in his fist, and still kneeling, leaned back enough to catch Mel's widened eyes as the first stripe of come painted his face. The flesh in his hand pulsed again, sending a fresh line from his chin to his forehead, stinging his eye. A final dollop decorated his nose. He was soaked, kneeling still in a way he never had, as if waiting some final judgment.
*
He reached across the landscape placing the Glorfindel figurine next to the tiny mithril Ecthelion. There, he couldn't believe his plan had worked. He looked up smugly, waiting for Glorfindel to realize his strategy. The battle was won, at least as Erestor fought it, and in all likelihood both Glorfindel and Ecthelion would live. His grin was short-lived however, as he caught Glorfindel's expression. Erestor reached over, gently squeezing his knee.
"This is all from the benefit of hindsight Glorfindel, it changes nothing"
When the warrior didn't answer Erestor scooted over closer, throwing an arm comfortingly around him. To his surprise, Glorfindel was shaking. Glorfindel, the tough impenetrable warrior, the Balrog Slayer was, was...Erestor cleared his mind, for once seeking the other elf's emotions. Fear, fear of ...failure? Regret, loss, need of...something.
Erestor wrapped his arms tightly around him, trying to comfort him.
"He was brave and fought well. I know you must miss him terribly"
Erestor cringed. What trite nonsense was this? Glorfindel was his friend, and at the moment closer to him than any elf ever had been. He tried again.
"No one could have fought that battle better than Ecthelion. You should be proud of him and..."
Erestor babbled on and on, until ran out of things to say. They were silent and then Glorfindel spoke.
"He was returning from the battlement when I saw him. He shouted something I couldn't hear and then it began. It was hopeless. He knew it. But still...You won Erestor. You won because quite rightly you realized there was no reason, no *strategic* reason for Ecthelion to leave and return".
"I am sorry, Glorfindel"
"Who else was in the armory just before the bells rang, Erestor? Who did he go back for?"
Erestor froze. The pieces of so many scrolls copied and memorized fit together in a new picture that would surely shatter Glorfindel. He couldn't say it, not when the weight of his friend's sadness was so crushing it ground away his own. Instead he began talking about Melpomaen. Any topic seemed better than the one they were on. He talked about the first time he'd seen the young scribe, the scrolls and how he began to live vicariously in them. Somehow as the story fell the weight upon him seemed less and as his embrace slackened, he felt Glorfindel wind his arms around him. Finally breathless and out of words he stared at Glorfindel.
"I cannot survive like this Glorfindel"
"I know. Neither of us can."
"What can we do?"
"Me? I must give up a dream that was more comforting than the reality. And you, my dear Advisor must learn play by the rules".
"Tis hardly a game what I did to Melpomaen"
"Indeed, though you hurt him less than you think Meleth. Will you consent to my lesson?"
"You know what I am capable of. Surely returning to that... that... behavior is a risk"
"Surely the greater risk is not to. You don't understand boundaries well. Perhaps we should start there".
*
*
The walls of the guest house seemed to tower over him. It probably didn't help that the windows were all shuttered bathing the chamber in the eerie shadow of thwarted daylight. Declaring himself was too tired to open them, Erestor reclined against the day bed, cursing the Valar and glaring at Glorfindel. He might have well have saved the effort. His foul temper left the cheerful Eldar unperturbed. Indeed, thanks to their new formed bond waves of exuberance rolled over and through him, making it that much harder to separate his own peevish mood and maintain it. Glorfindel, never one to let an opportunity pass, seemed determined to take advantage of his confinement. As it was he had brought Erestor several ledgers that he had long avoided: the home guards request for increased budget, the border guard's requests for new weaponry and essentially badgered Erestor into writing the accounts. Glowering at the rows of numbers, Erestor managed to find the finances for about half of the demands, telling Glorfindel that if he wanted the rest, he should make war upon a wealthy Dwarrow mine or perhaps Thranduil, who was almost a dwarf anyway.
"Aha! Such acidity can only mean you are feeling stronger, Meleth."
"I asked you not to call me that"
"You ask for a great many things Meleth. You must for give my aged mind for forgetting a few of them. Never mind, I do not wish to argue with you. I had Elrond send something to amuse you"
Glorfindel stepped into the foyer and when he returned he was carrying a large box. Erestor groaned at the sight of it. Somehow, when this was done he was going to personally rid Imladris of every Borndo set in existence. Glorfindel began lining up the pieces, ignoring Erestor's sour grimace. The Borndo Battle Glorfindel had chosen was the fall of Gondolin. Erestor watched him carefully set Ecthelion in the battlement and Tuor next to the West Tower.
"He wasn't there" Glorfindel looked up in surprise.
Erestor nodded at highly polished miniature Echthelion. "He wasn't at the West Tower until the warning bells were rung." He clarified.
Glorfindel may have the obvious advantage of having been there but then Erestor had spent hundreds of years copying and compiling accounts from the battle and probably knew more about the entire battle than any living elf.
"Well where was he then?" Glorfindel frowned.
"I can't say for certain, but several eyewitness accounts I transcribed have him emerging rather hurriedly from the armory immediately following the bells. I always suspected he was with a lover." Erestor added spitefully.
Almost immediately Erestor could feel anger stirring in him, and shame. What had possessed him to say such a thing? Glorfindel was his friend, One who had risked and sacrificed much to save him. He, an unworthy taker, a defiler. Dirty defiler, no better than an Orc and...he felt a hand on his cheek.
"I think I always new that" Glorfindel's eyes were looking at him then back at the Ecthelion figurine.
"He was magnificent, diamonds and silver. Surely too extraordinary to live in the bounds of an ordinary love" He continued.
He moved the figure to the armory, then looked back at Erestor. "And you, my friend, are too extraordinary to die believing such cruel things about yourself".
*
Haldir ran his fingertips along skin that had just been raked open by nails. So soft, so sweet, and he leaned down, kissing Melpomaen gently upon the lips. Then shifting position he left a trail of feather light kisses along Mel's abdomen as he made his way towards the elf's cock. He paused, inhaling the lightly earthy blend of lust and fear, before tracing the throbbing vein with the point of his tongue.
"Wha... What are you doing?"
"Giving you pleasure Mellon" he teased the leaking tip, earning a gasp from his sprawled conquest.
"But... But... that isn't how it works" Melpomaen pushed against Haldir, struggling to free himself.
"Perhaps this is how it should" and holding back his wrists, Haldir swallowed heavily.
Melpomaen's struggles subsided in a gasp. He arched up, as much as the grip Haldir held on his wrists allowed and let out a anguished howl that seemed to resonate from his chest. Haldir paused, startled, but when Melpomaen squirmed against him he bowed back over the elfling's cock, curling his tongue in long wet strokes across the shaft. Mel shuddered under him, his wail rising to an earsplitting pitch, surely loud enough to wake all of Imladris. Still Haldir kept his touch gentle, tenderly courting the delicate twin orbs against his lips, then working lower until his tongue was making wet circled at the tense entrance to Melpomaen's body.
Haldir's tongue darted in, tasting that darkest crevice of the youth's body. He wouldn't last long, not at this rate. He licked again, trying to push into unyielding flesh, then giving up he nibbled at the smooth patch of skin just above it. Not enough, not nearly enough. Raising his head he stared down at Mel. Tears were swelling on his lids, his mouth was still agape, still emitting the soul wrenching roar. Pulling Mel up until he was standing, or more accurately leaning against the Library wall, Haldir sank to his knees, enveloping Mel's cock in his wet mouth. He hummed hungrily as he felt tension building, past a point where anything could stop it. Gripping the base and wrapping a finger tightly under the balls, Haldir spoke.
"Look at me"
"Nngh"
Haldir curled the pointed tip of his tongue around the pulsing head of Mel's cock.
"Look at me"
His tone was more demanding and Mel's eye's snapped open at the command. When he was sure the elfling was watching he released his grip, simultaneously swallowing the shaft to its root. The reaction was immediate; the hot surge of fluid almost choked Haldir. He released the cock from his mouth, holding it tightly in his fist, and still kneeling, leaned back enough to catch Mel's widened eyes as the first stripe of come painted his face. The flesh in his hand pulsed again, sending a fresh line from his chin to his forehead, stinging his eye. A final dollop decorated his nose. He was soaked, kneeling still in a way he never had, as if waiting some final judgment.
*
He reached across the landscape placing the Glorfindel figurine next to the tiny mithril Ecthelion. There, he couldn't believe his plan had worked. He looked up smugly, waiting for Glorfindel to realize his strategy. The battle was won, at least as Erestor fought it, and in all likelihood both Glorfindel and Ecthelion would live. His grin was short-lived however, as he caught Glorfindel's expression. Erestor reached over, gently squeezing his knee.
"This is all from the benefit of hindsight Glorfindel, it changes nothing"
When the warrior didn't answer Erestor scooted over closer, throwing an arm comfortingly around him. To his surprise, Glorfindel was shaking. Glorfindel, the tough impenetrable warrior, the Balrog Slayer was, was...Erestor cleared his mind, for once seeking the other elf's emotions. Fear, fear of ...failure? Regret, loss, need of...something.
Erestor wrapped his arms tightly around him, trying to comfort him.
"He was brave and fought well. I know you must miss him terribly"
Erestor cringed. What trite nonsense was this? Glorfindel was his friend, and at the moment closer to him than any elf ever had been. He tried again.
"No one could have fought that battle better than Ecthelion. You should be proud of him and..."
Erestor babbled on and on, until ran out of things to say. They were silent and then Glorfindel spoke.
"He was returning from the battlement when I saw him. He shouted something I couldn't hear and then it began. It was hopeless. He knew it. But still...You won Erestor. You won because quite rightly you realized there was no reason, no *strategic* reason for Ecthelion to leave and return".
"I am sorry, Glorfindel"
"Who else was in the armory just before the bells rang, Erestor? Who did he go back for?"
Erestor froze. The pieces of so many scrolls copied and memorized fit together in a new picture that would surely shatter Glorfindel. He couldn't say it, not when the weight of his friend's sadness was so crushing it ground away his own. Instead he began talking about Melpomaen. Any topic seemed better than the one they were on. He talked about the first time he'd seen the young scribe, the scrolls and how he began to live vicariously in them. Somehow as the story fell the weight upon him seemed less and as his embrace slackened, he felt Glorfindel wind his arms around him. Finally breathless and out of words he stared at Glorfindel.
"I cannot survive like this Glorfindel"
"I know. Neither of us can."
"What can we do?"
"Me? I must give up a dream that was more comforting than the reality. And you, my dear Advisor must learn play by the rules".
"Tis hardly a game what I did to Melpomaen"
"Indeed, though you hurt him less than you think Meleth. Will you consent to my lesson?"
"You know what I am capable of. Surely returning to that... that... behavior is a risk"
"Surely the greater risk is not to. You don't understand boundaries well. Perhaps we should start there".
*