A/N: despite what the first part of this may look like, this is not going to turn in to some kinky bondage fest. (sorry to disappoint you! Lol) it's…lets just say…revenge. Lol. : )

"Than it is time," he mused aloud, pulling her tightly to him.

"Time for what?" she asked, wondering, but not really caring, as long as it involved him holding her the way he was now.

"You'll see,"

Was all he said, before he turned her over, so that he lay atop of her. "Maybe one day I'll tell you," he teased, before he leant down to kiss her. She could feel his arousal hard against her, and it both thrilled and frightened her.

"Tell me now," she said, as he continued to trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder.

"No," he said simply, stopping his silent worship of her body, staring up at her cheekily, the most playful she had ever seen him. She glared up at him.

"Fine then," she stated. "Don't tell me," and with that, she rolled him over, and she came atop of him, leaving them in the same position that she had defeated him in earlier that week. "But still I have bested you!"

He smiled up at her seductively. "That depends on whose perspective you have my lady. I have no complaints for being the loser in this battle, for it appears we both are to be the victors."

She raised an eyebrow at him, before leaning down to his ear, and whispering, "Close your eyes." He did so willingly, humour dancing across his features. She smiled. It was she who would be laughing soon! She knelt over him, undoing the leather belt that bound his training garb, watching his face the whole time. His eyes flew open at the feel of her hands that close to his raging desire, which, was purely the result of his need for her. (And, now that he thought about it ,the result of over thirty years without indulging in passionate activities of any kind.)

"I said close your eyes," she reprimanded, her hands leaving his arousal, taking the belt with her, and reaching up to run her hands down his chest. He did so reluctantly. She then slowly removed his tunic and shirt, allowing the fabric to slide along his taut muscles, and smiling as she felt his muscles tense.

"Lorasar…" he groaned, wanting to see what she was doing, opening his eyes. She stopped her slow torment, to straddle him again. "Glorfindel, eyes closed, or do I need to blindfold you?" he once again closed his eyes. It was then she reached for the waist of his pants, and he gritted his teeth. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband, slowly teasing the taut flesh of his abdomen. He felt her slide his pants down his legs, using the same smooth, seductive movements that she had with his shirt, until he was near trembling in the effort to control himself. He felt her hands slide up his legs, higher and higher, brushing past his hard arousal, to rest on his chest, as she stayed straddling him. He tensed, waiting for her to touch him, preparing himself for the devastating feeling of her hands upon him. It was then, before he had even figured out what had happened, she retrieved his belt from beside her, looped it around his arms and around the bedstead, effectively locking his arms above his head. His eyes flew open.

"Lorasar! Release me!" he demanded, unable to believe the situation he was in. She stood up, no longer touching him, leaving him naked on the bed, his body straining in its arousal, so hard that he near throbbed with pain at the need that raced through him. She stood by the bed, fully clothed, her arms folded before her, her head cocked, a sly smile on her face.

"Lorasar! Release me woman!" he demanded, unable to comprehend just what she was planning on.

"You think me stupid Glorfindel? We'll call this pay back for the kiss, shall we? Now, will you tell me what you meant earlier, or shall I allow the twins to see you like this?" she sat beside him on the bed, folding her arms triumphantly.

"No! I'll tell you anything you wish, my lady, as long as you do not let those aggravating two ellon in to this room!"

"Really?" she asked, coming closer to him, but not quite touching him.

"Yes. I'll tell you what I was referring to, just release me!"

"Do you promise?" she asked, bringing her lips so close to him, he could feel her breathe on his jaw, her fingers trailing down his chest, stopping near his waist.

"Yes! Just free me!" he watched her reach above him with bated breath, before she took her hands away again.

"No." she said resolutely. "I'm going to exact my revenge first" and with that, she straddled his waist again, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, watching his eyes widen, at the sight before him. He watched hungrily, as she slowly slid the shirt off of herself, leaving her naked from the waist up to his gaze. She was beautiful, his frustration clouded mind realised. Beautiful, and endearing. He reached to take her in his arms, only to realise, to his frustration, that he couldn't. He strained against the leather bond, and for the first time regretted that he insisted on even wearing a belt, let alone one of such supple, strong leather.

She leant down, so that her lips hovered centimetres over his. "Have I frustrated you again Glorfindel?" she asked coyly, only to have him groan aloud. She placed a kiss upon his lips, sliding her tongue between them, to trace the shape of his. He hungrily opened his mouth to claim hers, only to have her remove it from his reach as suddenly as it had been never been there. If he was frustrated before, he was bordering on the near implosive now.

She got up off of him, folding her arms before her, hiding her breasts from his gaze. His eyes pleaded with her, begged her, demanded her, to release him, to touch him, to let him hold her. She stayed were she was, sitting on the side of the bed.

"You know, maybe if you hadn't stolen that kiss, you wouldn't be finding yourself in this position!" she said, before running her fingers lightly up his thigh, so close to his aching desire that he almost let loose a feral cry of longing. She raised an eye brow at him.

"Is something wrong, Glorfindel?" she asked coyly, knowing full well what his problem was. He did look magnificent though, lying here with nothing covering him but his gold hair, which lay spread across the pillow, mussed from his struggling. She then got up from the bed, and went over to the door leading in to the bathing room.

"I'm going to bathe. You're welcome to join me, but I think you might have...problems of your own to deal with. If your good, I might let you go when I get back," she said cocking her head to the side and smiling slyly. She then left the room altogether, Glorfindels animal groan of frustration, desire and need following her. The insufferable woman! Hadn't he suffered enough!

It was then, (of course! He thought angrily. Why wouldn't it!), that the door burst open, to reveal Elrond, Erestor, the twins, and Allarah in the door way. Glorfindel thought about how he must look, bound naked to a bed with Lorasar not in the room and sighed, gritting his teeth. Lorasar would pay. Erestor and Elrond tried not to let their obvious amusement show, whilst the twins and Allarah laughed aloud. Oh yes, she would pay. And he would enjoy it just as much as she would. However, that would be after he had strung the three responsible for this whole mess up the nearest tree.

"I thought you said the room was empty?" commented Erestor wryly.

"Well, it was," commented Elrohir, innocently.

"Until we locked Lorasar and Glorfindel in here," finished Allarah, grinning wickedly.

"My sons, next time you play a prank on Glorfindel, I strongly suggest that you do not involve Lorasar, for it seems that she has exacted a form of revenge all by herself." Replied Elrond, amused at seeing his old friend, one whom he had infinite respect for, in such a compromising position. And by a Lorien elleth no less!

Erestor strode over to his old friend, suppressing a grin, and undid the belt from around Glorfindel's wrists.

"Thankyou." He muttered, lowering his hands, and retrieving his tunic from the floor.

"Well, now my sons, My lady Allarah, I believe that you have better things to be doing now then guarding a door?" the five of them left the room, grinning sheepishly, and Glorfindel shook his head. They would pay. Later. Right now, he had another account to settle. And she was in the bathing room. With no clothes on. He smiled to himself maliciously. It was time to collect on this particular debt owed him. And he would enjoy it so very much too!

A/N: okay. I know I said this would be the smut scene, but the opportunity to embarrass Glorfindel was too endearing to resist! It was absolutely classic! Now. The next scene will be the long awaited smut. However, don't think that Glorfindel is going to forgive Lorasar easily. No. he's going to collect his debt with interest! Please read and review. The more reviews I get, the sooner I put up the next chapter.

Siilver wolf: thankyou for your review and your constructive criticism. I know that elves probably wouldn't rape each other, but there's reasons. Don't worry. I havent' just said 'by the way, elves go around randomly betting and raping other elves' for no reason lol. There is a reason behind all of this. Just have to get it down. I know it's mary sue. Am begining to think was inevetible, but with this chapter, and the following ones, will hopefully keep to Lorasars and Glorfindels frustration with each other. Great idea still to come, (hopefully will actually be great, and not pathetic,) so please keep reading. I appreciate the feedback.

Anck-su-namu- I always love reading your reviews (especially the long ones!) I'm glad you appreciated the humour. I loved it. It was so much fun to write. And just you wait and see what the two of them have in store for those devious three!lol keep reviewing, and I'll ty and get the next chapters written as quickly as I can.