Friends, Lovers and Enemies
Disclaimer: As usual, we don't own anything, as much as we wish it were so.
Elrond, Lord of the Rings, etc. all belong to JRR Tolkien et al.
Chapter One Author: Ari [email protected]
Chapter One Rating: NC-17
Chapter One Summary: Elrond holds a small, private feast in honor of
Celeborn and Thranduil's visit to Rivendell. The attendees discover
they are not alone in their attempts to seduce their attractive host, and
decide to band together to get what they want. Slash, AU.
Chapter One Warnings: Sexual material, rape.
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Chapter 1
Glorfindel glanced around at the guests in the dining hall of the Last Homely
House. Elrond was busy settling a dispute, giving the guests the freedom to
speak of him without his knowledge.
"I've flirted with him a bit," Celeborn was saying of their handsome
friend. "He didn't understand my behavior, so I quit before he wondered
if he should tell Galadriel to worry for my health."
"He is very naïve in such matters," Gildor agreed.
"I made a direct pass at him once," Thranduil boasted, but it was not a surprise to anyone present. He was always quite straightforward. "He merely stared at me like I had grown another head."
"I told you, he's straight," Erestor insisted.
"Don't speak of it in that way," Glorfindel chastised him lightly. "It isn't as though we're crooked because we desire other males. And you very well know that I have nothing against females, either." He laughed. "It is not like you've got a preference."
Erestor remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the good-natured accusation.
"Well, it's obvious that we're not going
to get anything from him on our own," Gildor
said. "Perhaps together, though...."
"That is true," Glorfindel agreed. "I can cover for his absence for several years, if need be. Not that I would wish to, for that long," he added with a grin.
"But how will we get him to submit?" Celeborn pointed out. "Erestor is correct, and he will certainly refuse us."
"Erestor himself may be able to give us a solution," Gildor said meaningfully.
Erestor backed away a few steps. "There is no way - " he began.
"Come on, Erestor," Glorfindel interrupted. "Saes, mellon nîn, give us the potion and join the fun."
"You know that he will be aware of everything, though he will be unable to move much at all, other than the instinctive response to stimuli," the other growled. "That is simply cruel."
"Erestor," Glorfindel repeated, stepping closer, "saes. I have tried to touch him as he slept, but he always begins to waken. There is no other way." The golden-haired elf came closer and whispered in his friend's ear, "I wish only to serve brannon nîn and to give him pleasure, though the others are filled with mere lust. My secret confession of my love for Elrond still holds. You do not have to d anything when your turn comes around. You know Thranduil will hurt him, beat him. He is too ill tempered not to. You may tend hîr nîn during your turn, instead, if you wish it. No one will challenge you."
Erestor weighed his options as Glorfindel stepped away and waited. If he declined, they would take the potion anyway and there would be no one to tend the injuries that hotheaded Thranduil would no doubt inflict upon his lord, and he didn't count Gildor above that either. If he accepted, Elrond would be allowed a reprieve, and his advisor could care for the injuries with his little knowledge of healing, gained while observing the one who would need it. Hesitantly, he placed the vial in Glorfindel's outstretched hand.
"Very good," his friend praised him
as Erestor inwardly cursed himself. "Celeborn, it is up to you to put
it in his wine glass."
"How much?" the silver-blond elf lord asked, accepting the vial
of red liquid.
"All of it. He will feel nauseated and pass out. About thirty minutes
later, he should come to consciousness and the potion will wear off six hours
after that."
Celeborn ordered the wine to be brought in and
tainted Elrond's. They sat down to wait.
"Has anyone here actually seen or felt...*it*?" Thranduil wondered.
The others shook their heads, but Glorfindel shut his eyes, recalling a memory. When he opened them again, he was smiling shyly.
"I followed him once and he went skinny-dipping. I can't say I blame him, as it was *very* hot that day, and he was very careful to make sure no one would find him. However, he did not notice me, and I watched him from a tree," he admitted.
"How big is he?" Gildor inquired.
"Bigger than you by far," Glorfindel coolly told his not-so-secret
consort.
Gildor turned bright red and subsided.
"Seriously, Glorfindel," Thranduil prompted.
"He could easily be mistaken for a stallion
by size," Glorfindel hissed, stifling delighted giggles.
They snickered conspiratorially and were finally in control when a harassed
Elrond appeared.
"I apologize for my tardiness," he
said with a quick bow. "Arrangements had to be made to repair a kitchen
problem."
They accepted his apology and he seated himself. He sipped his wine along
with the others until it was all gone. A few minutes later, he looked at Glorfindel
with uneasiness in his grey eyes, standing slowly and shuffling away from
the table.
"Hîr Elrond?" Glorfindel said, feigning anxiety, though he
knew what was happening.
"I.... I don't feel well," he began.
His eyes rolled back into his head then and he
sank to the floor. Gildor easily lifted the dark-haired elf and carried him
to his chambers. The four elf lords and the elf king stared at the unconscious
form, all but Erestor longing to disrobe him.
"We should make a schedule," Celeborn suggested at last. "An
hour each, with Gildor first, then me, then Thranduil, then Glorfindel, and
finally Erestor."
They all agreed.
"But that leaves one free hour," Thranduil protested.
"He needs rest," Celeborn replied evenly, "as do we."
"Oh. Erestor, you should stay with him until he awakens."
Erestor nodded and they left. The advisor sat down by his lord and grasped the limp fingers, fearfully watching the pale yet proud features.
"Don't worry," he said, as much to
comfort himself as to comfort Elrond, though he doubted he was heard. "No
matter what happens, I will be here. I will protect you to the best of my
ability."
His words sounded hollow to his own ears and he fell into a nervous silence.
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Elrond didn't know what was wrong with him. He was conscious and alert, but
he couldn't move. Erestor was sitting beside him, but then he left and Gildor
entered. *What are you doing?!* he longed to scream as the lesser elf lord
removed both of their clothing and stopped to feast his eyes on every lean,
muscled aspect of the half- elf. He gently turned Elrond over after a time
and the older elf waited, fear rising to incredible heights within him. He
hadn't been waiting very long before Gildor's hard flash entered his rectum.
The taller elf gasped at the invasion, but Gildor heeded not his agony. As
the younger elf's movements increased in pace and passion, Elrond was helpless
to stop the hot tears that burned his cheeks. Finally, Gildor found his release
and lay panting against him. Elrond's mind withdrew, full of shame, fury and
confusion, but above of all, pain.
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Translations
Saes = "please."
Mellon nîn = "my friend."
Brannon nîn / hîr nîn = "my lord."
Hîr Elrond = "Lord Elrond."
Chapter Two Author: LadyHawksShadow
Chapter Two Rating: NC-17
Chapter Two Summary: Celeborn takes his turn. Slash, AU.
Chapter Two Warnings: Sexual material, rape.
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Chapter 2
Celeborn entered the chamber after Gildor had left. He softly approached the bed and stared down at the Lord of Imladris. Gildor had thoughtfully cleaned up the half elf and turned him on his back. Celeborn stared down into dark grey eyes. He noticed the anguish and fear and confusion. He would have felt a pang of regret if lust had not been his over riding emotion.
The flacid member lay against Elrond's thigh and Celeborn had to sit down a moment and admire the flesh. He was well built, was their little slave. Celeborn reached out a hand and stroked a long finger up Elrond's penis, lightly digging a blunt fingernail into the slit at the top. He watched Elrond's eyes, seeking to discover whether the elf lord felt pleasure of pain. Still, all he read was confusion.
"You should not fear us, Elrond. We mean you no harm," Celeborn chuckled. "Though we have done nothing at the moment to warrant your trust. Maybe I could change that?"
The King lowered his head and replaced his finger with his warm tongue. He lapped at the slit before opening his mouth wider to take Elrond all the way inside the confines of his mouth. He looked up and smiled around the member in his mouth. He hummed softly, knowing all too well how the vibrations would feel.
"See, my dear, that is not so bad, is it?" He purred as he allowed the cock to slip from his lips.
He moistened a finger with his own saliva and deftly inserted into the puckered opening between Elrond's thighs. He was still slick from Gildor's seed and Celeborn groaned softly. He twisted his finger around, searching for what he knew that the over eager Gildor would not bother with. When his finger brushed a tight bundle of nerves, he heard Elrond gasp.
"Yes," he crooned, wriggling a second finger into the opening.
Elrond's mind screamed and railed at Celeborn. He wanted to tell him to stop. He wanted to say that what Celeborn was doing to him was disgusting. How much must he endure, he wondered.
Celeborn extracted his fingers and stood. Quickly stripping off his own clothes, he climbed back on to the bed. Slowly he leaned over Elrond and lapped greedily at each dusky nipple. The drug in Elrond's viens prevented a physical response, but Celeborn thought he could see an appreciative spark in the gray eyes.
The King positioned the elf lord's legs so that they were draped over his shoulders. Bracing his arms on either side of Elrond's head, Celeborn thrust inside the tight opening, breaching the tight muscle of ring slowly. He heard a soft gasp followed by a groan.
"How tight you are.. How hot..." Celeborn moaned against Elrond's ear as he began a languid assault.
He began to move faster, pulling out completely and the slamming back in again. The bed rocked violently with each thrust and Elrond was scooted by the force until his head smacked soundly against the head board. Celeborn did not notice as he rode the elf.
"Yes, yes," Celeborn panted with each deep thrust, feeling the tightness and the slick heat. He thrust a few more times and then his muscles tightened convulsively as his seed poured deep into Elrond's body.
Idly, Elrond watched as solitary drop of sweat dripped from Celeborn's forehead. The strained expression told him that Celeborn was done and he was grateful that this humiliation was over.
Celeborn collapsed atop Elrond and wait a moment
for his heartbeat to steady. Taking a deep breath, he kissed Elrond deeply
on the mouth.
"You were wonderful, my dear. Thank you." He rose from the bed and
gathered his clothes.
More tears slid from the dark eyes and dampened the sides of Elrond's braids as Celeborn exited the room.
Disclaimer: As usual, we don't own anything,
as much as we wish it were so. Elrond, Lord of the Rings, etc. all belong
to JRR Tolkien et al.
Chapter Three Author: LadyHawksshadow
Chapter Three Rating: NC-17
Chapter Three Summary: Elrond holds a small, private feast in honor of
Celeborn and Thranduil's visit to Imladris. Elrond is given a powerful drug.
Slash, AU.
Chapter Three Warnings: Graphic sexual content. Rape. S& M. Dark Fic.
Author's Note: Okay, those of you who have been keeping up with this, I did warn you. My Thranduil is a bit of...well..he's out there. So, consider yourself warned.
Chapter 3
Thranduil crept to the bed and rubbed his hands in gleeful delight. He gazed down at the prone body and admired the form that he'd lusted after for so long. This was his first glimpse of Elrond unclothed and he felt his erection growing larger the longer he stared. With a grunt, he realized time was wasting. He only had an hour, after all, and he would be hard pressed with such a limited time. His games usually lasted for days.
"So, my little pet, have you enjoyed the ministrations of the others? Are you yet bored by their lack of imagination?" He ran a finger down Elrond's spine and smiled as he felt the muscles shiver. Elrond moaned slightly. "Of course you are, my pet. Come and I will show you what a real lover is like."
Placing his hands beneath Elrond's body, he gently
turned the elf over and stared deeply in to the gray eyes. He licked his lips
hungrily as he saw fear
and pain reflected in the soft depths. He could smell Elrond's fear mixed
with the sex of his predecessors and he nearly sighed with contentment. What
he enjoyed most was the fear; fear of pain, fear of the unknown. Helplessness
was an aphrodisiac to Thranduil. He thrived on it. Lived for it.
Roughly, he reached out and pinched Elrond's nipples and watched as the gray eyes darkened. Oh, he could really feel everything being done to him. Thranduil had been worried that Erestor had lied about that part. All too the good, really, for Thranduil liked Erestor and would have hated to have to punish him for being less than forthcoming.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against Elrond's, tasting salt from the drugged elf's tears and the wine he'd drunk. Thranduil thought he detected traces of the drug used and he swirled his tongue, capturing the essence of the mingled flavors. He groaned and sucked Elrond's lower lip in to his mouth and bit down hard. His strong teeth pierced flesh and blood flowed in to his mouth. He sucked harder, encouraging the wound to bleed more freely. The coppery taste filled his mouth and he lapped greedily.
Beneath him, Elrond shuddered convulsively and Thranduil laughed. "How delicious, my sweet pet. Your blood sings of wild places and untamable things." He placed his lips against Elrond's ear. "But I will tame you, sweet pet."
His hands roamed down Elrond's body, feeling the soft skin. He straddled Elrond's hips and stared at the smooth body. Feeling annoyed by the softness, he twisted his long fingers into claws. Placing his hands on the prone elf's collarbones, he dragged the sharp nails down, digging deep furrows in to the skin. Elrond inhaled deeply and his eyes flew wide in pain.
Thranduil arched his back and hissed in pleasure. "Oh, yes, my pet." Blood welled along Elrond's chest and Thranduil flattened his palms. Blood smeared over the fine skin and the Mirkwood elf ground himself against Elrond's pelvis.
Looking back down, he saw tears trickle from the corners of Elrond's eyes. =
"Oh, now, there's a good little pet. You shouldn't cry. If you cry, I will think you don't enjoy me." Slipping off Elrond, Thranduil flipped the elf lord back on to his stomach. "And we cannot have you not enjoying what I do to you, now can we?" He slammed his palm hard against a firm buttock and grinned impishly as his print slowly emerged outlined in red. He tilted his head and eyed the smooth whiteness. Not liking the pristine appearance, he slammed his palm down again and marred the perfection. Leaning down, he blew gently on the offended area. Taunt muscles rippled and Thranduil could not resist running his tongue along the red welts left by his palm. On impulse, he bared his teeth and bit down.
Elrond was so edible and Thranduil lost himself in the sensation of tasting sweet flesh and blood. Thranduil was completely carried away as he moved from the elf lord's twin globes up his strong back. In his wake, the King of Mirkwood left a raw and bloody trail. He lifted aside the dark hair and nipped at the tender flesh he found there.
He knelt back to survey his handiwork. From buttocks to shoulders, Elrond' s back was scored with teeth marks that traveled upwards on either side of his spine. Blood trickled from many of the marks and mingled with his sweat, causing the flesh to twitch. Quickly Thranduil stripped off his clothes and freed his aching member. With deliberate care, he settled between Elrond's legs and lowered his body so that he and the elf lord were flesh to flesh.
Elrond hummed as his wounds were touched and
began to sting even more.
His drug befuddled mind could not—would not—accept what his friends
had and were continuing to do to him. He could not fathom what he'd ever done
to them to deserve such ill treatment. All he could do was pray that the drug
wore off soon or that the elves lost interest in his torture. But truly, what
frightened him the most was his response to Thranduil. Though he did not exactly
enjoy what was being done to him, he couldn't exactly say he did not enjoy
it, either.
Thranduil's hand came up under his chin and twisted his head around to claim his mouth in a brutal kiss. He tasted his own sweat and blood commingled with his tears. Thranduil did not ease up, either, but kept the pressure intense and he ground himself against Elrond's tender buttocks.
One hand slipped beneath the elf lord and found his semi-erect cock and stroked it gently. "Oh, there, now, my sweet pet. I knew you would find pleasure in my touch."
Grasping Elrond's hands, he sucked the index finger in to his mouth, coating it thoroughly with saliva. He inched off Elrond and dragged his arm back. Aligning their fingers, Thranduil parted the ravaged cheeks and revealed the tight opening to Elrond's body. Deftly, he inserted both their fingers at once. He listened as Elrond sucked in a deep breath. The humming grew in intensity as Thranduil forced the elf lord's finger deeper inside his own opening.
"Feel how hot you are, my pet. Feel how tight." He pressed another of his fingers inside Elrond. "Can you feel the others, the sweet essence they left behind? How could any resist you?"
Thranduil kissed the tip of his captive's ear as he stroked deep inside his body. Every once in a while he allowed their twined fingers brush the sensitive bundle of nerves and felt Elrond quiver violently. He waited, listening for the moans to change pitch.
He could smell fear mixed with blood and Thranduil had to school himself to wait. Long, too long really, had he waited for this moment. While the opportunity was short lived, he refused to rush. He wanted to enjoy what he was certain one be a one time deal.
Thranduil dragged Elrond's fingers from his opening and squatted between long, muscular thighs. His hands dug once again in to the twin mounds, leaving bruises that would last for days, and pulled the elf lord wide open=
Hooking his thumbs against the thick muscle, Thranduil pulled the hole open Long nails scraped at the sensitive tissue and a small trickle of blood beaded along the puckered entrance. Moistening his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, Thranduil stared for long minutes, his mind imagining what Elrond would taste like. His fingers already knew the tightness, the heat. Soon, his tongue would also know. Leaving off preamble, Thranduil buried his face between his captive's cheeks and thrust his tongue deep. Elrond made an odd sound deep in his throat and his muscles tried to clench around the hot, moist invasion. Thranduil's laughing hiss sent warm vibrations traveling the length of Elrond's spine. The elf king tasted Elrond mixed Gildor and Celeborn and he pressed forward. His nails gouged the tender flesh even as his teeth nipped and bit.
He would have kept going, could have, truthfully, spend a long time enjoying the feel of Elrond's muscles spasming around his fingers and tongue. Unfortunately, his internal clock told him he only had a short time left. He gave Elrond one final swipe of his broad tongue before moving away.
He flipped Elrond over again and admired the long scratch marks that had left smudges of blood on the sheets. Elrond's cock was harder than it had been. More a result of the slow dance across his prostate, Thranduil guessed, than any thing. He shook his head at the elf lord and grinned.
"Would that I had more time, my precious pet, for I would give you pleasure as none has ever done. Yet, an hour is all that was granted to me and even that is coming to an end."
Those words spoken, Thranduil lifted Elrond's legs and draped them over his shoulders. He placed his stiff cock against the tiny opening and thrust hard, fast, and deep. Dark gray eyes reflected pain at Thranduil and he groaned loudly.
"Yes, lovely pet, oh, yes." He leaned forward, pressing the thighs of his lover until they touched muscled shoulders. He nuzzled the slender neck, feeling the wildly racing pulse beat beneath his tongue. Opening his mouth wide, he grazed his teeth along the vein.
He hissed as muscles clenched around his heated flesh. Though it was a reflex, Thranduil cared not at all. The friction and heat were so intense that his cock twitched inside Elrond's body in response.
Thranduil took Elrond's hand, the same one as before, and forced the elf lord's finger inside the puckered opening behind his straining cock. As the digit brushed along his throbbing vein, Thranduil threw back his head and howled with pleasure. He kept his hand over Elrond's as he pumped viciously in and out of the unresisting body.
He glanced down beneath their bodies and pearly white fluid slowly leaked from Elrond. The sight was so erotic that he could barely contain himself. Squiggling around until he had his thighs completely beneath Elrond's buttocks, he used his free hand to grasp the dark tresses of the elf lord's hair at the roots.
The king began pounding and rocking with such force that the bed began to shake and pound against the wall. Each hissing breath that escaped from between his bared teeth was punctuated by a hitched gasp from Elrond. Behind him he heard the door open.
"Not yet," he hissed in desperation.
The door did not close and Thranduil spared a cool glance over his shoulder Glorfindel waited patiently, eyes wide as he beheld Elrond and Thranduil."Enjoy the view," he managed as he turned back to his captive.
Against his hard shaft, Elrond's finger curled and his nail dug in to the flesh. Thranduil inhaled sharply. He felt the pressure begin to build and he knew he only had a few seconds to go. Capturing Elrond's lips with his own, Thranduil reopened the wound he'd earlier inflicted.
Blood coated his lips as he threw back his head and tensed. "Oh, my pet," he groaned his release aloud, spraying small flecks of blood on Elrond's face.=
He fell limp and lay panting atop Elrond for several long moments. As he lifted his head, he again saw tears shimmering in the gray depths. Shame had replaced fear and confusion. Thranduil placed loving kisses along the smooth jaw.
"Until next time, my pet." He rolled away from Elrond and scooped his clothes in to a bundle.
"All yours," he waved jauntily as he went through the door.
Disclaimer: As usual, we don't own anything, as much as we wish it were so. Elrond, Lord of the Rings, etc. all belong to JRR Tolkien et al.
Chapter Four Author: Ari [email protected]
Chapter Four Rating: NC-17
Chapter Four Summary: Elrond holds a small, private feast in honor of Celeborn
and Thranduil's visit to Imladris. Elrond is given a powerful drug. Slash,
AU.
Chapter Four Warnings: Graphic sexual content, rape, DarkFic.
Chapter 4
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Glorfindel couldn't take his eyes off of the magnificent form, in spite of what Thranduil had done. He sat beside his lord and gently stroked one cheek, wiping away his tears.
"You are so wonderful.... Elrond, I love
you. I wish you would agree to be my Meleth, but that will not happen. You
are too devoted to your Celebrían, though she has sailed," the
advisor continued sadly. "I guess this is the only way to satisfy my
attraction to you, as detestable as it seems."
He gently ran his fingers across the dark-haired elf's member as he deftly
inserted himself, reducing the amount of pain his object of affection would
feel. Elrond gasped anyway, evidently hurting from some injury that Glorfindel
could not see. The golden-haired elf kissed the elf beneath him with loving
thoroughness and searched the grey eyes for some sort of reciprocation, but
all he saw was heart wrenching fear and pain. Shame even lingered in the darkening
depths. Glorfindel sighed miserably as he thrust with restraint again and
again. He only lost control as his climax drew near.
Elrond stared at his advisor as his heart shattered into a million pieces and his world crumbled beneath him. He had not thought Glorfindel capable of this...his advisor, his protector, his *friend*! The betrayal made the humiliation and torment increase a thousandfold. He no longer railed and protested against the treatment in his mind, but cried and mourned for his broken heart. He could not find it within him to forgive the lesser elf lord; nor could he even feel gratitude for his great care.
"You can feel me, can't you?" the golden-haired
elf panted as he drew nearer and nearer to his release. "Your muscles
spasm only weakly.... Thranduil must have taken much out of you. It is all
right, meleth-nîn, I care for you."
He kissed his way from Elrond's chin up his jawline to the tip of his ear
and then he let go and fell. He lay against Elrond after he peaked, sweating
and panting, and used the remainder of his hour to massage Elrond's chest
and to murmur sweet nothings in his lord's ear. All the Master of Imladris
could do was grieve for the broken trust.
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Erestor watched Glorfindel emerge smiling, but he knew that his patient would
not be in such pleasant spirits. He picked up the medical bag he'd retrieved
from their lord's study and hesitantly entered the dimly-lit chamber, unsure
of what he would find.
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Translations:
"meleth (nîn)" - (my) love.
Disclaimer: As usual, we don't own anything, as much as we wish it were so.
Elrond, Lord of the Rings, etc. all belong to JRR Tolkien et al.
Chapter Five Author: LadyHawksshadow
Chapter Five Rating: NC-17
Chapter Five Summary: Erestor takes his turn at raping the Lord of Imladris.
Slash, AU.
Chapter Five Warnings: Sexual material, rape.
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Chapter 5
Erestor said nothing as Glorfindel exited the chambers where Elrond was held
captive. Glorfindel, like all the others before him, wore a self-satisfied
expression on his face. No doubt he felt pleased with his prowess. He knew
that Glorfindel had some feelings for Elrond, but in his heart, Erestor had
to wonder at the true nature of those feelings.
"Your turn, my friend." Glorfindel said as he passed Erestor. "Go easy with him, though, as Thranduil was especially brutal." He whispered softly as he went towards the wine decanter.
Erestor pursed his lips. His own guilt in the rape was gnawing at his conscious and he only wanted to go and check on Elrond, not plow him like a common slut. Erestor pushed opened the door and nearly gasped aloud from shock.
Elrond lay on his stomach, with the covers pushed down around his ankles. His face was turned towards the door and in the deep gray eyes, Erestor saw pain and humiliation. And rage. His gorgeous body was criss-crossed with tiny scratches and bite marks. Blood covered his body along with sweat and semen. The sheets were bloody beneath him. Erestor closed his eyes and drew a deep breath before closing the door.
"I am sorry, my friend. I should never have agreed to this," Erestor crossed the room and went to the small bathing chamber. He retrieved a soft cloth and dampened it with warm water. Returning to Elrond, Erestor knelt beside the bed. "I knew it was wrong, my friend, but I administered the drug anyway. I knew they would hurt you, but I did not realize how badly. When the drug wears off, you will be fine. Whatever vengeance you chose to visit upon me, I will gladly accept."
Erestor wiped the cloth over Elrond's face and saw the gray eyes sparkle and knew that Elrond's vengeance would be swift. Erestor ran the cloth down the muscular back, removing traces of blood and wondered who or what had happened. Then he remembered Glorfindel's warning.
"I see the King of Mirkwood likes to play rough," he murmured as he stroked the cloth over Elrond's buttocks. Elrond groaned as the cloth slipped between his bruised cheeks, but Erestor ignored him. He concentrated on removing all traces of the elves who had visited Elrond in his drugged state and not on the elf lord. If he did, Erestor knew he'd be lost.
Gently, he turned Rivendell's lord over on to his back and blinked. The marks were also on his chest and abdomen. Erestor gave the cloth an annoyed glance before turning back to the bathing chamber. He began rinsing out the cloth and frowned at the pink tinged water.
"You could go to the council, of course,
and demand satisfaction, but I do not think it wise to advertise that you
were drugged by your own Chief Advisor and then raped by two different elf
kings and a legendary warrior," Erestor continued as he returned to Elrond's
side.
He sat beside Elrond and began cleaning his chest and stomach. Suddenly a
hand reached out and grasped him by the throat, displaying an amazing strength.
Erestor dropped the cloth and raised both hands, trying desperately to remove
the vise from his throat. By this time, Elrond had managed to raise both arms
and his grey eyes flashed with fire as he pressed his thumbs to Erestor's
windpipe.
"You did not think they would harm me?" He hissed painfully through clenched teeth. "What did you think they would do to me, once I was drugged and naked in this bed?"
Erestor's reply was only a gurgle as his eyes began to bulge from their sockets. He clawed at Elrond's hands, but despite the effects of the drug, the elf lord's grip was surprisingly strong and fueled by anger.
"Did you not think that raping me would cause me harm?" Elrond's body began to shake with strain and he collapsed back on the bed in a panting and sweating heap.
Erestor took a steadying breath and massaged his bruised throat. "You should still be under the full effects of the drug."
Elrond's hand twitched and Vilya sparkled brilliantly. "She gives me strength." He whispered.
Erestor cursed. Of course, he should have removed Vilya from his lord's hand after the drug was administered. The elven ring had given Elrond enough strength to fight some of the drug's effects, but not all. Without thinking of the consequences, Erestor pried the ring from his lord's hand. "Forgive me, my lord, but I can't have you turning this loose upon us."
The ring was placed in a pocket of his robe and he retrieved his abandoned cloth. He resumed cleaning Elrond, closely examining the wounds inflicted by Thranduil. Those had already begun to heal some and for that Erestor was thankful. Elrond's body had again gone limp as Vilya was taken from him, and with her, the will and strength to fight the drug flowing through his veins.
Erestor continued as if nothing had happened, though his throat ached with the effort of speech. "You are strong, my lord, and this escapade will have no lingering effect, save that you will use more caution among friends. Perhaps you should have been more attentive to their advances? No, that is not you, is it, Elrond? You are cold and aloof and needing of no one. You have your precious books and your memories of how things were in Linder under Gil-Galad. You remember the world before the Last Alliance and those memories sustain you."
He sighed. "I have to do this," he murmured, again pushing Elrond over on to his back. "Now that I have you cleaned up a bit, I can examine you and see what damage was done. Thranduil's claw marks will heal rather quickly. I am, however, concerned about this." His fingers probed 'this' and the elf lord's sharp intake of breath told Erestor almost as much as his physical examination.
The entrance to Elrond's body was red and swollen and a shallow crust of blood formed in the ridges. Light blue and yellow bruises marred the inside of his perfectly formed cheeks. The backs of his muscular thighs bore bruises as well, but like the scratches and bite marks, they would heal in short order.
With deliberate care, Erestor wormed his finger past the protesting muscles and probed deeply. He twisted the digit deep, not for sexual pleasure, but from clinical expertise. He had to know if Elrond had been more seriously injured. He brushed the tip of his finger over the distended prostate and felt Elrond's body convulse around him.
Erestor grinned and forced his immediate response to the background. His sexual excitement, like his anger and guilt, waxed and waned. On the one hand, he felt terrible for what had been done to Elrond. Yet part of him believed the lord of Rivendell deserved the harsh lesson, which was tied directly to his anger and the reason behind his willingness to administer the drug. Sexually, he'd always found Elrond attractive and, sometimes, in the deep dark of the night, had fantasized about having Elrond's writhing body beneath his or, with legs splayed and fingers buried deep in his own body, imagined Elrond taking him.
He dragged his finger from Elrond with unnecessary slowness, delighting in the way the passage convulsed around his finger. The invasion was new to Elrond and his body did not know whether to pull the foreign body deeper or expel it. Erestor thought that the feel of those powerful muscles rippling over his cock would have to be the most delicious experience of his life.
Relief filled him as he completely extracted his finger and watched as the puckered hole slowly began to contract back to its normal position. Elrond's previous lovers in their haste to possess him had done no permanent damage. Erestor, of course, had the last block of time and he could do with it as he chose. He'd satisfied the healer in him. Now, he thought, as he stood and removed his robes, it was time to satisfy the carnal portion of his nature.
Scooping Elrond up in his arms, he turned the elf over once again. "Fear not, melanin, I will not harm you as the others have," he whispered before lightly kissing the pointed ear.
His hands roamed down Elrond's chest, carefully avoiding the deeper scratches and nestled against Elrond's flaccid cock. One thumb gently stroked the underside, running precisely against the vein. Erestor glanced up to see Elrond's reaction and was disappointed, though hardly surprised, to see the elf lord's grey eyes were focused on the ceiling.
He moved his hands lower and spread Elrond's thighs before kneeling between them. He again placed his hand over Elrond's cock and began stroking the underside with feather light touches. His other hand delved between Elrond's cheeks and two fingers quickly pushed past the protesting muscles and Elrond grunted.
"Shhh," breathed Erestor as he lowered his head. He nuzzled between Elrond's cheeks and his pink tongue darted out and lightly touched the puckered opening just above his where his fingers entered.
"N-no, pl," gasped Elrond. "Please," he managed.
Erestor ignored him and plunged his tongue as deep as he could, wetting both Elrond's entrance and his own fingers with saliva. Beneath his hand he could feel Elrond's body respond and he sighed. Though he knew the elf lord wasn't really responding, that the thickening of his cock was only an autonomic to the stimulation, he reveled in the sensation nonetheless. Erestor closed his eyes for a moment and allowed the fantasy to take over.
He moved up and took Elrond between his lips and began to hum softly as he stroked up and down with his tongue. Increasing the suction, Erestor began to pump up and down the length of Elrond's cock with his mouth until he tasted precum at the back of his throat.
Satisfied, he rose up and positioned Elrond's legs over his shoulders and placed the head of his cock against the saliva-slicked opening. He pushed in with a grunt and a soft moan as the tight heat enveloped him. He moved forward until the elf lord was nearly folded in half. He nuzzled the long neck for a moment before raising his eyes to look at Elrond.
What he saw in the gray depths made him flinch. His member withered and slipped from Elrond's body. With a shaking breath Erestor pulled away and sat down between the elf lord's thighs. He stared long at the beautiful body spread eagle before him. So many had craved the touch of that one. So many had wanted to possess the noble elf.
After a few moments, Erestor rose from the bed and retrieved his robes.
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Elrond, Lord of the Rings, etc. all belong to JRR Tolkien et al.
Chapter Six Author: Ari. [email protected]
Chapter Six Rating: NC-17, or R.
Chapter Six Summary: Aftermath. Slash, AU.
Chapter Six Warnings: Some descriptions.
Chapter 6
Elrond waited what seemed like an eternity for the drug to wear off. When it finally did, he had the worst headache of the millenium, and the slowly healing marks that Thranduil had inflicted on him caused him stiffness and agony at every turn. Somehow, though, he managed to stumble to the bureau and slip into a light, forgiving robe. He nearly stepped on Vilya, which lay glistening where Erestor's clothing had been tossed and then collected. Elrond smiled faintly and slid it back on his finger. She must have purposely waited until Erestor picked his clothes up to tumble out of his pocket.
The trip to his private hot spring adjacent to his bed chamber was a nightmare, but the warm water helped as it permeated his sore body. As his pain was alleviated somewhat and the seed of his many visitors was wiped away, his thirst for revenge grew. He spent the next three days in his room, recovering from the experience and waiting for the physical wounds to heal.
Only one thing bothered him as he regained his dignity. He couldn't figure out why Erestor had been unable to go through with it. He'd thought he had masked his emotions perfectly, and yet as soon as his advisor met his dull gaze, he had pulled out, unable to continue. The Master of Imladris puzzled over it little, caring only that he had indeed tried.
Celeborn and Thranduil were sitting in Elrond's study when the Lord of Imladris stormed in, grey eyes flashing. For the first time since they'd hatched the plan, fear engulfed them, and they waited anxiously for Elrond to get the composure to speak. When he did, each word left his lips with a particular glee, and they had no doubt that he was relishing every moment of it.
"You have worn out your welcome in Imladris,"
he said quietly, his eyes reflecting the pleasure he took in banishing them
from his realm. "I would *suggest*" - He hissed the word and they
knew it to be more than a mere suggestion - "that you leave within the
hour. Thranduil," he continued, purposely neglecting to use his title,
"if you are ever seen within my boundaries again, I will have you killed
on sight regardless of the consequences. Celeborn, you are the father of my
wife and Galadriel is a good friend of mine. As such, you have my lenience,
and I may pardon you. Until that time, you are
unwelcome in my House unless it is a case of emergency or utmost import. Do
both of you understand?"
The blond elf lords nodded silently. Elrond had never shown such contempt for anything but orcs, and it stunned them into submission to see his hatred directed at them.
"Good. Now get out," he snapped, moving only a step to the side to give them access to the door.
It confirmed their belief that he had nothing but hatred left for them when his upper lip curled into a snarl when they passed him by. Thranduil left as soon as was physically possible and Celeborn followed not long after.
Gildor and Erestor were found on a balcony overlooking
the gardens. Elrond came up beside them softly, his thin lips set into a firm
line. It had really given him a charge to punish his equals, but it was harder
to punish those who had once been his closest friends.
Erestor was much more perceptive than Gildor, and he spoke first.
"I understand. Perhaps Lord Celeborn will
take me as an advisor," he murmured, turning to leave.
"No."
Erestor turned back, confused. "What?"
"I don't want *you* to leave. I just want you to spend every day until I have decided it's enough mucking out stalls. You...you couldn't do it. I don't know why, but you spared me further humiliation, and I am willing to give you a chance to repent." He paused. "Gildor, I am sure that King Thranduil or Lord Celeborn could use your services."
The other advisor didn't say anything. He just turned and left.
Erestor stood for a long while before he spoke again."...Thank you."
Elrond only nodded fractionally. Erestor turned to leave, needing some time to sort things out in his mind.
Glorfindel was waiting in his study when Elrond returned there. The Lord of Imladris had barely opened his mouth before the golden- haired elf spoke.
"I know you sent Lord Celeborn and King Thranduil off, and Gildor is packing, so I know what to expect. I'm sorry things couldn't have been better, and I'm sorry I couldn't show you how I truly felt without hurting you. I'll go with Gildor. I personally would prefer Lord Celeborn's employment, and maybe together he'll accept us." He looked away briefly. "I am really, truly sorry, mellon nin. Farewell. And thank you."
He left without another word. Elrond watched
him go coldly, but also sadly. He wished none of it had happened, but it had.
There was nothing he could do, and he knew that he would never be able to
look at any of them in the same way again. He sighed and sat in the windowsill,
watching as it began to rain, both inside and out.
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