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Erestor crept along the balcony on bare feet. The moonless night obscured him from view and he was grateful. He couldn't believe he was crawling along the balcony like a thief. Yet his obsession would not leave him be. No matter how hard he tried, Erestor could not put a halt to his voyeurism. He'd become obsessed with Elrond and Faelon every since that day he'd discovered them beside the creek. He promised himself time and time again he would stop and find a lover of his own instead of lurking in the shadows watching Elrond take control of Faelon.
He'd caught himself looking at Faelon more and more carefully. He watched for signs of discomfort or anxiety. He rarely saw either, but Erestor had begun to tell when his friend was left in a state of heightened sexual awareness. The typical reaction was a strange sort of tension combined with stillness, as if Faelon was trying hard to remain calm and in control. Erestor also knew that Faelon baited Elrond. He'd watched him intentionally provoke the elf lord.
Faelon and Erestor had spoken together earlier in the day while Erestor had been searching some obscure text for information. He'd noticed how still Faelon was, how utterly calm. His eyes, however, were glazed and Erestor had felt his body stirring in response. He envied Faelon. He wanted something like what the younger elf had, but had no idea how to go about getting it.
The Chief Advisor squatted down on the balcony and crawled the last few feet until he reached the large double door leading inside Faelon's room. The curtains were drawn, but the door was ajar, creating a small gap in the curtains. Erestor turned on his side and pressed his eye to the gap. What he saw made him bite his lower lip.
Faelon was bent over with his palms pressed against his large wardrobe. His legs were spread wide, pulling his buttocks open. Like so many times Erestor had seen him before, the elf's back and ass and thighs were covered in bloody welts. Elrond stood beside Faelon's body, staring down at his exposed buttocks. A short mithril chain dangled from the tight hole and connected with a leather cuff wrapped tightly around Faelon's cock and balls. Elrond shoved his finger inside the puckered hole and pushed. The fine chain pushed further in, dragging Faelon's cock back between his legs. The elf whimpered and his hips wriggled despite himself. Elrond dragged his finger out and took the chain between his thumb and forefinger. He jerked roughly on the chain and Faelon squealed with pleasure. A black leather phallus appeared in the opening, stretching the muscle impossibly wide.
Elrond left the phallus partially in and stepped away. Faelon's nails dug at the wood as his hands opened and closed helplessly. Erestor did not mistake the guttural sounds coming from the elf as cries of pain. The advisor knew from his time watching the couple that Faelon liked what Elrond was doing to him, that his sexual pleasure was reaching its peak.
The elf lord donned leather gloves and retrieved a flail before he returned to his slave's side. He stroked the long flanks, paused to pinch nipples and slap at round buttocks. He ripped the black leather phallus from Faelon's anus and let it drop. The heavy weight pulled on the elf's cock, holding it straight down while the heavy object swung on its mithril chain.
"Come here." Elrond seated himself in a chair and splayed his legs.
Faelon straightened and walked awkwardly to Elrond. Soundlessly, the elf lord pointed a gloved finger at the floor and Faelon sank to his knees. Elrond handed his slave the flail and leaned back in his chair. He took his own stiff cock between his gloved fingers and began stroking slowly. Felon licked his lips and he fingered the handle for a moment. As his master began to stroke himself, Faelon swung the flail in a short arc and the leather straps connected with sharp sound on his shoulders.
"Again," ordered Elrond as he watched the self-flagellation.
Faelon began cautiously then began to build speed and tempo, matching each of his lashes with Elrond's strokes. He grunted and whimpered with each stroke. Elrond made no sound as his leather-covered fingers ghosted over his engorged flesh. His thumb stroked the sensitive underside of his cock and then smeared the pre-cum over the head before sliding back down to the base.
Erestor stuffed his fist in his mouth and bit down as hard as possible. His erection pressed painfully against his leggings and his hips thrust forward of their own accord. He was so close and he'd not even touched himself.
Elrond's head dropped back and his hips lifted from the chair as hot semen spurted over his hand and wrist. Faelon kept the whip moving against his flesh and his hips rocked forward, pressing the head of his cock against the floor. The rough movement sent him closer and closer to the edge and he silently prayed Elrond would allow him release.
"Stop, Faelon."
Faelon halted immediately. He lowered the flail and stilled his hips. His dark eyes pleaded with his master. Elrond rested a minute while he studied his helpless toy. To leave him now would be the ultimate act of cruelty. He patted his thighs.
"Come."
Faelon eagerly scrambled on to Elrond's lap and lay face down. Elrond reached between the parted thighs and unhooked the leather strap binding Faelon's cock and balls. Using his own essence, he twisted his still gloved index finger inside the tight opening and smiled widely as Felon twitched and writhed on his lap. He pressed deep and twisted his finger in the tight heat, lightly touching the bundle of nerves deep in his slave's body. Faelon moaned and bucked and jerked as Elrond pleasured him. When the elf lord inserted a second finger and twisted them around inside Faelon, the younger elf gasped loudly. He clung to the chair leg with both hands as he pushed up and down on Elrond's fingers. It only took him minutes before his body went rigid and shuddered. He relaxed over Elrond's lap as his master extracted his fingers.
Elrond patted the firm rump in front of him. "Up, my pretty pet."
Boneless, Faelon slipped from Elrond's lap and lay quivering on the floor. He was exhausted and spent, the way he always was after a night with his lord, master, and lover. Never had another lover made him feel as Elrond did. No other lover had mastered him, ridden him, left him helpless and aching, or fulfilled him as Elrond had. As his lord rose from the chair, Faelon turned his head up, eyes filled with gratitude and love, and watched as Elrond walked across the room and in to the bathroom.
Mentally exhausted and emotionally drained, Erestor slithered back to his own quarters. His disgust rose again, just as it did every time he indulged himself in his decadent pastime. He would go to his room and sprawl on his bed and pleasure himself mercilessly. Then he would wipe himself clean and lay down on the bed and try to find peace. His self-loathing would continue unabated until the next time.
Elrond returned from the bathing room and helped Faelon to his feet. "Come, my sweet love, let's get you into a warm bath."
Faelon nodded and allowed Elrond to lead him to the bath. He turned his head and nuzzled Elrond's cheek. "I love you."
Elrond wrapped his powerful arms around Faelon's chest and lightly touched his lips to his lover's. "Me too."
Time moved slowly for the elves in Rivendell, though it passed quickly beyond the borders of the valley. The world outside changed but for the elves nothing changed. Kingdoms rose and fell in Middle Earth and the elves began their slow retreat. Thranduil delved deeper in to his mountain. Celeborn and Galadriel secured their reign in Caras Galadhon and those who dwelt within the great forest withdrew even further from the world. The elves of Lindon separated at last and scattered. Only Elrond kept up with the realm of men and dwarves. Only he seemed to care what happened to the other races of Middle Earth.
Celebrian and Arwen took long trips to the Golden Wood to be with Celeborn and Galadriel. She'd done the same with the twins and the time spent together had strengthened the bonds between Rivendell and Lothlorien. If she spoke of Elrond's lover, the rulers of Lothlorien made no mention of it. Yet with each passing year, Celebrian became even more distant and estranged from her husband. At first it was only in private that their differences were manifested. Elrond's 'perversions' as she called them had no place in her bedroom and she would not engage in it. Elrond often left her bed frustrated and dissatisfied. That his true love was only a few doors down made it easier to bear, and as time went on, saw no reason to continue the pretext that his marriage was anything more than a political agreement. After the birth of Arwen, neither saw any reason at all to pretend any more.
However, Celebrian was not happy in the arrangement. While she was glad that her husband no longer felt the need to share her bed or force upon her his proclivities, she resented Faelon and the games she knew were played out in the librarian's rooms.
Even as discreet as they were, everyone knew about Elrond and Faelon. Few who had been around Faelon any length of time did not realize his insatiable need to be punished and dominated. That was a source of contention between Celebrian and Elrond. Occasionally tensions spilled over to the household and even to the council.
"Faelon?" Erestor poked around the library, searching for his friend. "Are you in here?"
"In the back." Faelon's voice sounded strange, strained almost. "I'll be out in a minute."
Erestor suppressed a sigh. No matter how hard he'd tried, he could never get Faelon to trust him completely. Not that he knew what he would do if suddenly Faelon suddenly confessed what he and Elrond did in his room at night. Nor did Erestor really want to know what his reaction would be. He'd probably embarrass himself.
Melpomaen walked past Erestor and smiled shyly. "Good evening, Lord Erestor."
There was no mistaking the gleam in the youngster's eyes and Erestor wished he could take him up on his unspoken invitation. But his heart wasn't in it and he felt that wouldn't be fair. Besides, he'd had a few lovers and none of them had done much for him. Oh, the itch had been scratched for sure, but if he were honest with himself, he would admit that nothing satisfied him the way watching Faelon and Elrond did even as it repulsed and disgusted him. "Good to see you, Melpomaen." He kept his response banal.
Taking the hint, Melpomaen wandered off with a casual wave of his hand. "I'm going to talk a walk before dinner." He hesitated, as if he thought about inviting Erestor, but changed his mind and exited the library.
Growing impatient, Erestor went in search of his friend. "Faelon? Come on out."
Faelon was hunched over a small desk near the rear of the huge library. "I said I'd be along in a minute. If you are that impatient, go on with out me." His voice was muffled and his usual composure was sorely missing.
Alarmed, Erestor knelt by his friend. "What's wrong?" He dipped his fingers beneath Faelon's chin and forced the elf to look at him. Faelon's eyes were red rimmed and tearstains still tracked his smooth cheeks. Erestor wiped his friend's face with his sleeve.
Faelon pulled away from Erestor with a sound of protest. "Stop it, Erestor. I'm not an elfling." He swiped at his own face.
"Will you tell me what's wrong?" Erestor let the comment slide and pushed on, hoping to get his friend to open up.
"Lady Celebrian asked me to join her in her solar this afternoon. Well, maybe not so much asked as demanded my company. When I arrived, she was alone."
Erestor's stomach clenched in to a tight knot. "I take it her invitation was not to inquire of your health?"
"If you consider that she probably wishes I'd come down with a deadly disease?" Faelon tried to laugh the episode off. "She told me that my presence in Imladris was an embarrassment and a detriment to her husband's rule. Because of me, she said, Lord Elrond was a laughing stock from here to the Havens."
"That is not true at all." Erestor settled more comfortably on the floor. "You know it isn't. He loves you." The words nearly stuck in Erestor's throat.
"What if she's right?"
"She is not right, I swear it. Faelon, look at me. Who reads all Lord Elrond's correspondence?"
Faelon hung his head. "You would tell me, then, if you thought that Elrond might be ostracized or come to harm because of me?"
"You know I would. Faelon, say nothing to Lord Elrond. There is no reason to upset him. Things have not been well between he and Lady Celebrian for some time and this would only make matters worse."
Faelon thought about it. "I do not think I should keep something like this from him."
"Rest assured, Faelon, if you tell him, it will make matters worse. Can you imagine what he would do if he discovered that his wife had interfered with his advisory council? Ignore Lady Celebrian."
"You are right, of course. I'm glad you are my friend." Faelon placed his hands on Erestor's shoulders and gave him a playful kiss on his cheek. "Thank you."
"I'm glad I could help. Now, come on or we'll be late."
Celebrian stared out the window of her solar and down at the garden. Moonlight draped the gardens in silver shadows. "I fear that Elrond may be banish me and replace me with Faelon."
"Nay, my lady, he will not. I promise I will not allow that to happen."
"You will not allow that to happen?" Celebrian laughed. "How do you plan to stop it? Your influence with my husband is limited, never forget that."
"Please, Lady Celebrian, trust me. I will allow no harm to come to you."
A cold chill passed down her spine. "What do you mean?"
"I love you, my lady, and I always have. I will help you get rid of both Faelon and Erestor. What we have worked for is far to precious to be destroyed by their ilk."
"What have we worked for?" Celebrian's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Why to rule Imladris, of course. Soon, Elrond will pass to the West and Rivendell will belong to us."
"I feel quite tired." Celebrian rose from her seat. "Good night."
Her companion bowed low. "Until later, my lady."
Melpomaen dangled his hand in the cool fountain and day dreamed about Erestor. He felt a compelling attraction to the Chief Advisor and had done so since the moment he'd set eyes upon him. That Erestor did not return the affection or that Saelbeth still waited for Melpomaen to get over his infatuation mattered little. Melpomaen saw in Erestor a strong-minded individual who was loyal and patient and he wanted someone like that in his life.
Saelbeth was strong minded and sometimes, when it suited him, he could be patient. But when it came to his relationship with Melpomaen, the Assistant Advisor was anything but.
"What are you doing out here, Melpomaen, when everyone else is inside enjoying the company of the latest guests?" Golrahir seated himself next to the assistant librarian.
"Thinking," Melpomaen dragged his hand from the water and shook his fingers. "Just thinking. I lost track of the time, I suppose."
"You look sad, my dear friend. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Melpomaen smiled shyly. "Have you a love potion?"
"I do not think you need a potion to make Saelbeth love you."
"Not for Saelbeth," Melpomaen replied.
"Ah. Surely you do not mean Erestor? I see you do. He is much too old for you, Melpomaen."
"No he is not." He rose from his seat. "I should not have said anything. You will not tell anyone?"
"No, of course I won't." Golrahir folded
his hands in his lap and watched Melpomaen scurry back to the house.
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