Title: Special Delivery, or What to Do with a Tied Up Marchwarden
Author: Khylaren / Larien Elengasse
Contact: Khylaren@yahoo.com; larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Fandom: LOTR 
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. We are not making money off these stories, they are written for the pure pleasure of it.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content and slash (homoerotic) content.
Beta:  Larian Elensar
Cast: Glorfindel/Haldir, Rumil, Orophin
Spoilers: None

Summary: Rumil and Orophin leave a “little” gift for the Balrog Slayer.

Notes: This was a blast to write with Khylaren, and the plot was her idea… I merely embellished it and tried to represent my beloved Balrog Slayer as best I could.

I had fun writing this with Larien Elengasse, plotting, planning, and scheming. Her Glorfindel is so much fun, I had to throw Haldir in with him.

Glorfindel heard the sound of his door being opened and was instantly awake, his warrior senses alert. Rolling swiftly, he reached for the knife he kept on the nightstand beside his bed and was on his feet, probing the darkness for the intruder. He heard a muffled thump on the floor, and moved towards it, cursing softly when his knees hit something warm and unyielding, and he heard the door to his bedroom click shut.  He stepped over the object on the floor, sprinting to his door, and flung it open, his knife ready as he peered into the dimly lit hallway of the house.  

The hall was empty, although the tapestry at the far end was still moving slightly, as if someone had brushed it accidentally in the hurry to pass it by. He sensed no danger emanating from the hall, despite the strange turn of events, and closed his door quietly.  Turning, he reached for the candle he kept on the small table beside the door and lit it, raising it slightly to peer down at the mysterious object that was lying in the center of his bedroom.

The object of his regard moaned softly and raised his head, gray eyes blinking uncertainly as he took in his surroundings.  Glorfindel stifled a chuckle as he perused the scene before him.  The proud marchwarden of Lothlórien was nude and trussed neatly like a wild turkey, left for the seneschal of Rivendell to find.

"Well," he drawled softly, crouching down next to Haldir. "Someone left me a wee gift." He grinned inwardly as he saw the Marchwarden stiffen at the insult. There was nothing small about the Lórien Elf, and Glorfindel knew it. Broad shouldered and slim hipped; the other warrior was easily as tall as the Vanya.
 
Haldir's eyes narrowed above the gag that prevented him from speaking, but his expression was plainly read; this was not his idea.

Glorfindel reached out and pulled the gag from the marchwarden's mouth, his dark blonde eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Any thoughts as to who would have left you here for me to find, Haldir?" Glorfindel asked mildly, placing the candle on the table beside his bed. He turned back and regarded the fair Elf, tilting his head slightly to the side, watching as the Haldir struggled with his bonds, and admiring his lean and well-muscled form. 

"Yes!" Haldir answered angrily, glaring up at the bemused Elf. "Now untie me, so I can get my hands around my brothers’ throats."

"Ah!" Glorfindel nodded understandingly. "This was Rumil and Orophin's doing, I gather?" He chuckled softly, but made no move to untie Haldir. "Brothers can be so mischievous at times," he said with a smile; thinking of a pair of dark haired twins who delighted in causing trouble and havoc wherever they went.

"Untie me!" Haldir demanded again, his dark brows furrowed as he strained against the ties that held his arms behind him. 

"Oh, no," the seneschal shook his head, his lips curving into a broader smile. "You were obviously meant as a gift. I do not think your brothers merely meant for me to untie you and set you loose on them."

Haldir's mouth dropped open slightly as he regarded the elder warrior with surprise and irritation. "This is not humorous in the least, Glorfindel," Haldir snapped, his jaw clenching. "Let me go, now!"

Glorfindel shook his head slowly, his blue eyes lazily taking in the beautiful and flushed face before him. "No. I think not."

The Marchwarden's glare would have melted a lesser Elf, but Glorfindel had known much fiercer foes, and he met his gaze unflinchingly.

"I will yell for help," Haldir warned, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Certainly. Be my guest. I will enjoy seeing you explain to the guards how you came to be naked and bound and left in my room," Glorfindel answered with a low chuckle. "I am sure they will believe that you did not come of your own free will,” he said mockingly.

Embarrassment flooded the fair skin, and Haldir looked away, his jaw clenching once more.

Glorfindel snickered as he watched the marchwarden mull over his dilemma.  He figured he might as well have some fun with Haldir before he eventually released him.  

The warrior sat on the side of his bed, his legs crossed, tapping his lips with his finger as if he were deep in thought.  “Hmm… now what to do about this predicament.  I could leave you there for awhile, until you cool off, but I fear you would keep me awake with all your grumbling.”  He sighed and leaned back on his hands and regarded the struggling marchwarden as he tossed about on the floor.  

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and smiled wickedly.  “How is the floor, Haldir?  Are you comfortable?”

Haldir growled, “Do I look comfortable?  Of course I am not!  It is cold and hard.  The least you could do is cover me if you are to leave me here.”

Glorfindel’s tongue tapped his upper lip as he sat up and cocked his head.  Visions of all the delicious things he would love to do to torment the marchwarden played in his mind like a waking dream.  He stood and crossed the short distance to where the bound Elf lay and bent down, grasping him under the arms and hauling him to his feet.  Haldir’s ankles were bound together and his wrists tied behind his back, so he could stand, but not walk.  Glorfindel noticed that the Lórien Elf had done a fine job of pulling his bonds tighter as he struggled, and shook his head when he realized he would have to cut them to remove them.

“Well, I guess you will just have to share the bed with me then, until you have calmed down,” Glorfindel smirked as he hoisted Haldir up over his shoulder, his lips curving into a smile when he heard the marchwarden’s sputtering protests.

“Ai!  Glorfindel, I am not a sack of grain!  I do not appreciate being handled thus!”  Haldir squirmed against the warrior and Glorfindel roughly brought his hand down upon his naked backside.

“Stop fighting me or I will handle you far worse than a sack of grain!”  He took a deep breath as the proud Elf ceased his struggling.  “Well, now I understand why your brothers did this. You need to be taught a lesson in humility, meldir.”  

Glorfindel tossed the marchwarden upon the bed, and Haldir bounced and grunted as he impacted with the soft mattress.  The Vanya shook his finger at the trussed Elf in a chastising manner, “You should be more grateful, I could have rolled you out into the hallway for someone else to find… perhaps Elladan and Elrohir would enjoy your company for the better part of a day.”  He smiled wickedly as if to punctuate the statement.

Haldir’s eyes widened in horror at the thought of Elrond’s sons finding him bound and naked outside Glorfindel’s door like a package of dirty laundry; all of Elvendom would know of his embarrassment then.  He abruptly clamped his mouth shut, pinching his lips together, deciding that it was wiser to be quiet; he was in no position to defend himself at the moment.

Glorfindel smiled when he saw the properly repentant expression upon Haldir’s face.  “There now, that’s much better.  Now roll over.”

Haldir’s eyes widened questioningly. “I beg your pardon?”

Glorfindel smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Roll over, so I can pull the blankets over you. Unless, of course, you prefer to lay atop my bed naked.”

Haldir scowled as he rolled to his side and the warrior pulled the blankets over him.  He regarded the Vanya as he moved about his bedchamber, insuring that the door was latched before blowing out the candle by the bed.  As the room grew dark, he could barely make out the figure of the Eldar as he crossed back over to his side of the bed.  He swallowed as he felt the mattress sink under the warrior’s weight and heard the soft rustle of the silk pants he wore against the sheets.  The room grew unbearably quiet; all that could be heard was the sound of the two Elves breathing.  

The marchwarden closed his eyes and the image of the Vanya lying peacefully next to him crowded his thoughts. Visions of the tall and well-muscled body, the silky golden hair that flowed about his shoulders, his sparkling azure eyes, smooth alabaster skin, and soft pink lips that begged for deeds best done in darkness, tormented Haldir.  Much to his dismay, he felt desire igniting inside him. The Eldar was so close he could almost feel the heat from Glorfindel’s body caressing his skin.  His mouth grew dry and his palms began to sweat, as he felt a dull ache begin to build inside him.  He had to get out of this bed!  The Vanya was too close, he smelled too good, and he was far too beautiful.  Were circumstances different he would have gladly ravaged the Balrog Slayer.  Haldir struggled to roll away from him, to turn his back to him, and put as much distance between him and the warrior as possible.

Glorfindel smiled in the darkness as he felt the marchwarden struggling to roll away from him, knowing full well why Haldir sought to put distance between them.  He allowed the Elf to struggle and roll over, waiting a suitable amount of time before he sighed, rolling over and flinging an arm possessively across the marchwarden’s body.  

Haldir immediately tensed at the sudden contact of Glorfindel’s arm against his stomach, desire-driven thoughts racing through his head. He trembled slightly, his arousal awakening fully at the feel of the Eldar’s skin against his own.  He was horrified that Glorfindel would discover his current condition, and he straightened his legs, rolling to his stomach and pressing his awakening arousal into the mattress.

< > < > < >

*This one is wound much too tightly*, the seneschal thought as Haldir rolled to his stomach, pulling as far away from Glorfindel’s body as much as the bed would permit. He couldn’t help but smirk. *It is no mystery why his brothers did this to him.*  He gazed upwards in the darkness of his room, listening to the proud Elf struggle with his emotions, and considered the situation carefully.

There was a gorgeous Elf, naked and helpless in his bed. What to do about it?  

His perfect lips pursed slightly as he considered his options. *Ravishment?*   No, he did not think that would do at all, for Haldir did not seem to be the type to be ravished. *Seduction?* Ah, yes, that was the answer. It was the key to unlocking the chains of composure that bound Haldir so tightly. The question was, how to seduce such a creature, and make him give into the need he so obviously suffered from? And to make him delight in giving in to it.

Haldir turned his head to the side, studying the shadowed profile of the Elf lying next to him, wondering if Glorfindel had fallen into reverie. He was embarrassed, humiliated, and angry at the seneschal’s treatment of him; swatting his behind like a naughty Elfling! And then leaving him this way, trussed up with nowhere to go, and nothing to do but feel the delicious ache of desire that had build steadily within him.  He closed his eyes in frustration, and felt the mattress dip slightly as Glorfindel rolled to face him.

Soft, feathery touches, like the kiss of butterfly wings, caressed his eyelids, brushing across the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks, and Haldir bit back the sigh that threatened to escape him. He felt the elder warrior continue his gentle exploration of his face, felt his fingers lightly trace the outline of his lips, before traveling down his chin, lifting it slightly to reveal the smooth column of his neck. He closed his eyes tightly; fighting the sensations those soft touches elicited within him, but was helpless to stop himself from rolling his upper body towards the warrior to allow their continued exploration.

Glorfindel smiled, feeling the fine tremble that coursed through Haldir’s body as his fingers moved downward, flickering touches that barely brushed the soft skin of the Elf beside him, listening with approval at the sudden intake of breath when his hands reached Haldir’s chest.

Haldir struggled to find his composure. “You – really – need to- untie – me now,” he said, panting roughly, as he felt Glorfindel’s lean and talented fingers begin to stroke and tease his nipples, feeling them harden traitorously under his ministrations.

Glorfindel grinned, and leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to lick one of the sensitive nubs. “No.”  His reply was a barely audible whisper.

“Glorfindel!”

“Haldir!” the seneschal mocked, flicking Haldir’s nipple again with the point of his tongue, before capturing the hardened point between his lips and sucking on it, rolling the tender flesh with his lips and tongue.

“Ai!” Haldir hissed between clenched teeth, his hips grinding his arousal furiously against the mattress. “Let me go!”

“No,” he retorted mildly, smirking slightly at Haldir’s struggles against the mattress.

“Untie me!”

“No,” the Eldar purred, and with that, Glorfindel decided it was time to end Haldir’s protests the best way he knew how.  

Slowly but surely the warrior molded his body against the trussed Elf that lay upon his bed, exploring his heated flesh with his clever mouth and his hands.  He slid lower; pressing his lips to the marchwarden’s stomach and feeling it flinch away from him, quivering deliciously under his caress.

Haldir struggled with the opposing needs with in him, the urge to throttle the warrior for daring to handle him this way, and the overwhelming, maddening desire to give Glorfindel anything he asked for.  In all his years he had never been touched like this, never felt such a burning aching need for another.  He was furious!  Rumil and Orophin would pay dearly for putting him in such a compromising situation.  

“Glorfindel, I must insist that you… you…” A groan escaped his lips as the Eldar brushed his lips through the soft dusting of hair that grew around the base of his arousal.  

The Vanya’s tone was just a bit smug as he purred, “Yes, meldir?  I must what?” 

Haldir stammered, any coherent thought he once had seemed to fly from his mind when he felt those impossibly soft lips caress his heated length.  He moaned again, his heart racing in his chest as the felt the heated throbbing in his core build with each soft, moist caress.  He was aching, burning for the warrior; yet his pride would not allow him to ask for what his body was demanding.

Glorfindel whispered quietly, “Do I not please you, Haldir?  Your lips protest, yet your body disagrees.”  He stroked the powerful thighs of the Marchwarden, marveling at the sculpted muscles he found there.  Haldir was indeed a fine male specimen, and that much-maligned pride of his was enticing in its own way.  The vision of the quaking, moaning, and needful Silvan archer was hypnotizing to the Eldar, and he was determined to see him completely undone before the night was through.

Haldir clenched his jaw, fighting to hold on to what little dignity he had left; he would not be made a helpless love slave to the Balrog Slayer, and he would not beg to be taken, like a fawning, helpless Elfling.  Much to his dismay, he could not suppress the whimper that escaped him when the warrior’s heated mouth pulled away from his aching need and he quietly gasped when the Eldar captured his gaze with his own.  He had always known Glorfindel to be a beauty, but to see him like this, his head lying upon the pillow, his golden mane spread out around him, his soft lips slightly swollen from his efforts, was too much to bear. 

Heavy-lidded, indigo eyes gazed at him with obvious delight.  The warrior smiled coyly and whispered, “I would not do anything that you did not want me to do, meldir.  I will stop, if it is your wish.  Do you want me to stop, Haldir?  Do you want me to release you from your bonds so you can escape my bed?”

Haldir opened his mouth to answer in the affirmative, but no sound would issue from it.  Those luminescent indigo eyes held him in a trance; the soft caresses of the warrior’s strong hands upon his hips and stomach were driving him mad.  He stammered, “I… I… I want…”

Glorfindel smiled bewitchingly, those beautiful soft lips inching closer to his own.  His deep, sensual voice answered, “Tell me what you want, Haldir, and I will give it to you.”

“Touch me.” 

They were the only two words he could manage to speak, and the warrior complied, pressing a bruising kiss to the marchwarden’s lips as he pulled him closer, wrapping one leg against him and sliding his groin against Haldir’s.

Haldir moaned into the kiss as he ground his hips against the warrior.  He struggled against his bonds, feeling as if he did not touch him immediately, he would surely die of want.  They broke from their kiss long enough for the marchwarden to plead with the warrior once more.

“Please, melethron, please untie me; I feel as though I may die if I do not touch you soon.”

Glorfindel pulled back slightly, though continuing to press his arousal into that of the struggling Elf’s.  “Are you begging me, Haldir?”

Haldir growled; his face flushed with his need.  “If that is what it takes…”

Glorfindel smiled wickedly down at the Silvan, licking the curve of Haldir’s upper lip lightly, before pulling back. “You must submit to me, Haldir,” he demanded softly, licking the lower lip this time.  “I will have none of your tricks, for I am not one of your young lovers that you so enjoy ravishing.”

Haldir closed his eyes and swallowed as Glorfindel’s clever tongue continued to tease his lips. “Aye, my Lord,” he sighed, finally opening his eyes in willing resignation. “I am yours to command.”

Glorfindel regarded him with some suspicion.  It had been too easy; Haldir had submitted to him far too quickly.  Reaching across the bed, he retrieved his knife, sliding his body downwards and cutting the ropes that bound his captive’s ankles, then quickly straddling the younger Elf’s thighs before he could try anything.  

Haldir squirmed underneath the Eldar’s weight, his wrists still bound behind his back.  Glorfindel planted his hands on each side of the marchwarden’s head and leaned in, so close their lips almost touched.  Haldir’s struggling decreased as he stared into the warrior’s eyes.  The Vanya smiled and teased Haldir’s lips once more with his tongue, as the Silvan archer reached for the warrior’s mouth with his own like a hungry hatchling.  

“Do you want me, Haldir?”  The warrior purred.

Haldir nodded breathlessly, his breath coming in uneven waves.  “Very much…”

Glorfindel smiled wickedly, finding the sight of the fair Elf struggling to kiss him quite erotic. “Do you find me desirable?”

Haldir moaned and whimpered as the Eldar slid up his body, resuming his earlier action by rocking his pelvis against the marchwarden’s.  “I do…”

Glorfindel whispered, his breath tickling against the sensitive skin of his captive. “What do you want from me, Haldir?”

Haldir knew what he wanted, though he did not want to admit it.  He wanted the warrior to take him, to possess him, to leave him spent and ravaged.  He closed his eyes tightly, and slowly shook his head.  He would not ask; he could not!  He could not give the Eldar that much control over him. He struggled to hold on to his resolve and growled, “I want to leave you a quivering, boneless mass, begging for me to take you, begging for me to use you!”

Glorfindel laughed, “Really?  Well, I hate to disappoint you, meldir, but that will *never* happen.” He ground his hips sinuously against Haldir’s arousal, chuckling softly as the marchwarden groaned in response. “ It appears to me that you are not in a position to be making demands.  I was willing to play nicely with you, but it now seems you are unwilling to do the same.  I know you want me, Haldir, and your ridiculous pride is all that stands in the way of getting what you so desperately need.”  He tilted his head, eyebrows rising slightly as he watched Haldir struggle with is predicament. “Perhaps discipline is not a trait that the Silvan folk possess, but I assure you, it is one that I possess.  I can sit here and torment you all night, meldiramin, or you can bring an end to this torture by simply asking me for what it is that we both know you need.”

Haldir resumed his struggles against the smug warrior, each gyration of the warrior’s hips sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.  He finally relented, whimpering pleas issuing from his lips.  “Please, Glorfindel, I am begging you, please…”

Glorfindel brushed his lips across the marchwarden’s damp brow and whispered softly, “Please what?”

Haldir swallowed, his judgement and his will succumbing to the overwhelming need of his body.  “Take me, Glorfindel, use me as you will.”

Glorfindel smiled his victory, and whispered against the marchwarden’s lips, “I will, lirimaer.  Have no fear; I will use you well.”  He rose off the bound archer, and slid out of his silk pajamas, exposing his erect desire.

He pressed a punishing kiss to the archer’s mouth, his tongue questing inside its sweet warmth.  Haldir moaned into the kiss as the warrior ground against him, he gasped as the Eldar’s mouth traveled to his ear, drawing the point in and encircling it with his tongue.  As he tormented the marchwarden’s ear he slid his knife under Haldir’s arched back and smoothly cut the ropes binding his captive’s wrists.

Haldir winced as he brought his stiff arms around to embrace the warrior.  He ran his hands into the Eldar’s hair, marveling at the silken feel, the glorious weight of it in his hands.  His body had become as moldable as clay as the warrior took his length in his hand, stroking it and coating his fingers with the archer’s seed.  

Glorfindel slid his hand further back, and gently massaged the marchwarden’s entrance, hearing him groan and feeling him spread his legs further apart.  Haldir’s moans and sighs turned into breathless pleading whispers as he begged to be taken.  Glorfindel lovingly caressed his body and whispered words of passion and longing into his ear as he stroked himself, slickening his length as he prepared to enter the archer’s body.

With great care he breached the ring of muscle that reluctantly gave way and entered Haldir’s body, gasping softly as he felt himself sheathed in tight velvet heat.  He groaned and buried himself in the powerful archer’s body, his lips hovering over Haldir’s.  The marchwarden’s moans and whimpers were only adding to the heightened sense of desire that burned the warrior’s blood.  He whispered to Haldir, “You are beautiful, my malthen mathor.  So strong and elegant, so wanton and sensual, so proud and yet so yielding.”  

Haldir groaned deeply, reaching for Glorfindel with his mouth.  He cried out as the warrior struck his mark, again and again, causing explosions of white-hot desire to erupt from his core, leaving him shuddering and gasping for air. He arched his back as he came; his constricting passage mercilessly squeezing the Eldar’s length, and Glorfindel dropped his head next to Haldir’s ear, groaning as he spilled himself inside the marchwarden’s body.  

He lay atop the panting archer, softly stroking his hair and whispering words of breathless approval to him as he felt himself slip from the marchwarden’s body.  Haldir whimpered at the loss and wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, holding him tight and placing soft kisses upon his ear.  The Vanya rose to his elbows and looked at the proud marchwarden of Lórien, his hair was mussed and spilled out around him, his skin was flushed and glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, his eyes blinked at him from lids weighted with freshly spent passion; and he smiled, this was how he wanted to see Haldir, totally and beautifully undone.

Haldir’s fingers made idle circles on the rippling muscles of Glorfindel’s stomach, dipping lower to explore the indentation in the center of the Vanya’s belly, before sliding upwards to caress the smooth skin of his chest. He heard a deep rumble of satisfaction from the Elf, sounding almost like a purr.

Intrigued, the marchwarden continued his exploration of the golden body that lay on top of him, sliding his hands over the broad shoulders and sweeping them down across the sinewy muscles of Glorfindel’s back, finally coming to a rest on the smooth curve of the Eldar’s buttocks, kneading them gently with his lean fingers.

“Hmmm,” Glorfindel made a pleased sound deep in his throat, watching Haldir through half-closed eyes. The other Elf seemed oblivious to his regard as he investigated the soft hollows on either side of the seneschal’s hips, where his well-formed thigh muscles met the sweeping curvature of his bottom. He could not resist flexing those muscles, his hips thrusting forward slightly, and saw Haldir’s gray eyes widen in shock as he felt the Vanya’s arousal hardening against his own. 

Haldir glanced up, a small smile curving his generous lips as he brushed his fingertips lightly along the path between Glorfindel’s rounded cheeks, watching the elder warrior’s eyes close with the sensation. He leaned forward, capturing Glorfindel’s lower lip between his teeth, before pressing his mouth openly against the Vanya’s, his tongue flicking out to tease the warmth of the seneschal’s lips.  

Glorfindel hummed with pleasure, delighting in his lover’s exploration and feeling the heat begin to burn within him once more. The archer had talented hands, he thought, enjoying the way they roamed almost possessively over his body. There was no warning tensing of muscles in the body beneath him, and Glorfindel’s eyes opened in surprise, emitting a gasp of shock when the Silvan Elf used his strong legs to flip him neatly, pinning the older warrior with his body.

“Well now,” Haldir purred, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he ground his arousal against the warm body beneath him, brushing it sensuously against the others velvet length. “I think I like this better.”

Glorfindel’s eyebrows rose, and he smirked. “Do not get used to it, meldiramin,” he growled, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You would not hold me in this position against my will for long.”

Haldir chuckled, leaning forward to nip the elder warrior’s lips with his teeth, before brushing them lightly with his tongue. “I had no thoughts of holding you against your will, melethron nín,” he said huskily, mesmerized by the beauty of the seneschal. “But I would very much enjoy taking you, and making you mine.”  He dragged his weeping length slowly against Glorfindel’s, feeling the golden body shudder in response. Leaning down, his tongue flickered out to tease the delicate shell of the Vanya’s ear. “I desire to posses you every bit as much as you have possessed me, nín bain, only I,” he paused, blowing a soft breath of warm air into Glorfindel’s ear, before running his tongue over the pointed tip. “I would not make you beg.”

Glorfindel groaned softly, yielding himself to the archer’s loving caresses. “I should never have untied you,” he gasped, his body shuddering as Haldir found his length, stroking it deftly with sure and even movements of his calloused hand. 

“Perhaps not,” Haldir agreed, before capturing the soft pink mouth that opened so invitingly under his. The marchwarden’s fingers released their hold of Glorfindel’s arousal, and swept downward, searching for the hidden warmth between the seneschal’s buttocks. He found the tender opening, and heard the groan of pleasure from the lips of golden Elf when he pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscles, feeling the heat of the older warrior’s body clench tightly around him.

Glorfindel felt the marchwarden’s finger enter him, and he sighed; opening his body willingly to the invasion, closing his eyes and giving himself into the sensations Haldir was giving him. The Silvan Elf was nibbling and tasting his way down his jaw and across the smooth column of Glorfindel’s neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh just above the warrior’s collarbone. 

Satisfied that Glorfindel would not fight him, Haldir dipped his head, finding the pale rose nipples that hardened deliciously beneath his tongue, and heard the seneschal sigh again, a rumbling purr escaping the beautiful mouth. With a naughty grin, the marchwarden continued his exploration, licking and teasing the silky flesh that moved and shuddered beneath his tongue, and added a second finger to the tight warmth of Glorfindel’s body.

Flaxen hair tickled his thighs as the marchwarden moved lower, pausing just above the Glorfindel’s weeping arousal, and the seneschal gasped when he felt the hot mouth take his length in a smooth stroke.  Haldir’s tongue moved wickedly over him, tormenting his throbbing arousal with savage licks, and then taking him deeply into the warmth of his mouth, each delightful caress dragging a groan from deep within him. His hands lost themselves in the Silvan’s soft hair, burying themselves within its silky length as the Elf’s clever mouth and fingers continued to torment him. 

“Ai, Haldir,” Glorfindel breathed, watching his length disappear into the heat of the marchwarden’s mouth; the sight alone was nearly enough to undo him, and he closed his eyes, struggling to keep from reaching his pinnacle. “You test the very limits of my self control.”

Haldir’s eyebrow cocked upwards playfully as he continued to lave his attention on the mouthful of hardened flesh, thrusting his fingers more forcefully into the tight heat that enveloped them. His own arousal throbbed almost painfully against the mattress, and he felt his own control wavering as Glorfindel gave a particularly erotic shudder, his groans filling the marchwarden’s ears like beautiful and sensual music.

The Vanya felt those strong fingers leave his heat, and he opened his eyes, watching Haldir hungrily as the marchwarden stroked his own length, coating it with the lubrication of his seed.  The Silvan Elf nudged Glorfindel’s thighs further apart, before placing the tip of his arousal against the tight opening of the seneschal’s body.  Gray eyes flew to his questioningly, and the Eldar chuckled softly.

“Take me, lirimaer,” Glorfindel demanded softly, his eyes darkened with passion. “I would be yours.”

With a groan, Haldir thrust his hips forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in the delicious heat of Glorfindel’s body, hearing the Vanya gasp with shock at the sudden invasion.  

“Forgive me,” Haldir said huskily, his brows drawn in concern. “I did not mean to cause you pain.”

Glorfindel shook his head, the momentary discomfort passing as he felt his body accept Haldir’s length, and he smiled lazily, lifting his hips slightly and driving the other Elf deeper within him.

Haldir accepted the silent challenge in the Vanya’s eyes, and slowly withdrew, before thrusting his hips forward once more.  He leaned forward, his hand still stroking Glorfindel’s arousal, and ran his tongue over the smooth chest, finding the sensitive nipples once more. He heard the Vanya’s growl of pleasure and increased his thrusts, timing them with the even strokes of his hand on Glorfindel’s hard length, and felt the pleasurable heat build almost unbearably within him.

Glorfindel struggled to watch the beautiful face of the marchwarden as he neared his peak, his own release so near at hand. He wanted to see Haldir’s face as he lost himself to the ecstasy, and moaned, unable to keep his eyes open any longer as he felt his body betray him, his back arching as he reached the pinnacle of his desire.

Haldir felt the golden body tighten inexorably beneath his, the finely toned muscles clenching as the warmth of his lover’s seed spilled over his hand. Glorfindel’s cry of release was echoed by his own, as he thrust deeply, burying himself in the welcoming fire of his lover’s body, spilling his release into its warm depths. 

His head fell back and he gazed lazily at the ceiling for a few moments before returning his penetrating gaze to his new lover.  He took in the vision of the Vanya beneath him, all flushed and spent; he was the most beautiful creature Haldir had ever seen.

An indolent smile graced Glorfindel’s lips as he trembled with decreasing intensity in the aftermath of his climax.  He took a deep breath and smiled,  stretching his powerful limbs.  Haldir sighed with content and reluctantly slipped from the warrior’s body.  

Glorfindel gazed up at him and smiled, tracing the curve of the Marchwarden’s lips idly with his fingers.  “Hmm… that was lovely.  Thank you, meldir.”

Haldir leaned forward, his lips hovering over those of the Vanya’s. “Lovely?  Is that all?” he asked softly, his gray eyes narrowed slightly.

Glorfindel chuckled and took the archer’s face in his hands, “It was excellent, Haldir.  Perhaps after a brief respite we could do it again?”

Haldir smiled broadly as he dipped his mouth to the seneschal’s, his eyebrows rising slightly. “We could do it as many times as you can manage, melethron.” 

Glorfindel furrowed his brow mockingly, although his eyes glinted in amusement. “Are you commenting upon my age, meldir?  I would hate to have to prove you wrong,” he grasped a handful of Haldir’s hair and pulled his mouth to his, whispering against his lips, “over and over, and over…”

Haldir moaned softly and pressed his mouth to that of his new lover as he melted into the warrior’s powerful embrace.

Glorfindel nibbled upon the archer’s ear as they broke from their kiss and he whispered, “I will have to thank Rumil and Orophin for their kind gift.”

Haldir, grumbled, “Ai, I had nearly forgotten, they will pay dearly for what they did.”

Glorfindel chuckled, “Yes, I suppose having you trussed like a game bird was a bit much.  Perhaps you would like some assistance in plotting their demise?”

Haldir rose up and smiled wickedly, “Oh yes, I think between the two of us we could devise a most suitable punishment.”

Glorfindel returned his evil grin, “I do believe we could, and I know just the pair to help us.”

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Haldir awaited his brothers in the courtyard as they prepared to depart Imladris for the Golden Wood.  It had been an unexpectedly pleasant week, and he found he would miss the Balrog Slayer in more ways than one.  Glorfindel had a wicked sense of humor that Haldir readily appreciated, and his assistance in hatching a plot to exact revenge upon his brothers had been almost as entertaining as the nights he had spent in the Vanya’s bed.  He and Glorfindel had developed a deep respect for one another, as warriors, and as companions.  He looked forward to the Imladris delegation that Glorfindel would be leading to Lórien in the coming months.

His brothers had been carefully avoiding him the past week, not anxious to put themselves within reach of his displeasure, but Haldir found that their lack of presence had worked in his favor, leaving him plenty of time to plot his revenge openly with the seneschal, as well as other more enjoyable activities. Now, however, that they were departing for home, Rumil and Orophin could no longer hide from him.

Haldir rubbed the neck of his mount, patiently awaiting his brothers. He could hear his brothers voices faintly as they approached, and from the sound of their muttering, they were worried about his reaction.  Carefully hiding his smile behind his usual mask of composure, Haldir cast his gaze over his shoulder and watched the two Lórien Elves approach.

Rumil glanced at him warily before accepting his mount from the Elfling, rubbing the horse’s neck and pretending to pick something out of the horse’s mane.  Orophin met his glance with a raised eyebrow, although his expression was as carefully controlled as Haldir’s.  He, too, swung on to the back of his horse, giving an affectionate rub to his neck, and carefully watched his brother for any signs of his well-known temper.

Haldir nodded shortly, turning its head towards the path that would lead them homeward. He did not speak as he rode past Orophin and Rumil, but he did give them a brief and enigmatic smile, before squeezing his horse into a trot.

Orophin and Rumil shared a worried glance, surprised at their brother’s calm behavior. His lack of reaction was suspicious, at best, and both knew they’d better watch their steps for the next few days. 

Haldir grinned, having caught the exchange as he rode past. Having his brothers walking on pins and needles for the next few days was going to be nearly as sweet a revenge as what he and Glorfindel had planned.

Yes, he thought with a wicked grin, watching the beautiful trees of Imladris pass by, he could hardly wait for Glorfindel’s visit to Lothlórien.

Fin