Eowyn stood outside of Lord Elrond's door and debated with herself for several long moments before working up the courage to knock. At her quick rap, the door opened almost immediately, as though she'd been expected. Lord Elrond himself stood before her with a soft, caring smile etched on his features. "Forgive me, Lord Elrond. I had hoped you had seen my brother, Eomer."
"Indeed, I have. Will you come in?" Elrond held the door wide and invited Eowyn in.
Caught by surprise, Eowyn entered and looked around the tasteful quarters. She had spent nearly an hour arguing with Faramir and by the time she was free, her brother was nowhere to be found. Someone had said he'd been seen in the company of Lord Elrond and this worried her. Considering his state of mind, she was not certain he would have willing followed Lord Elrond anywhere. She fretted over Eomer. He had been acting so strangely, not only in his behavior with the Elves, but also with her. He was distracted. He lost interest in food, friends, even the Rohirrim. She turned slowly, looking around for some sign of Eomer in Elrond's rooms.
"I have ensconced him in a bath." Elrond quietly closed the door and came to stand beside her.
Eowyn's eyes widened in surprise. "You are bathing my brother?"
"No. A servant is bathing Eomer. I am a healer as well as a scholar and a warrior, Eowyn. I have nothing but your brother's best interests at heart. He has suffered greatly and, with care and time, he will recover."
"I do not see my brother allowing an Elf to care for him. Forgive me, Lord Elrond, I do not mean to be ungrateful or rude but his behavior since coming to Gondor has been anything but normal and his dislike of Elves has been the cause of much speculation."
"I do not believe he dislikes Elves, Eowyn. I think we are a reminder of something he wishes not to dwell on. In time, this will fade, I promise."
Eowyn heard splashing and voices. "I would like to see him." Something in Elrond's manner made her nervous.
"Hello, Eowyn." Eomer stood in the door way wearing plum colored robes. His hair was clean and dripped down his back. His beard and mustache had been carefully trimmed. His brown eyes were clear for the first time in days and he did not have a goblet clutched tightly in fist. He seemed calmer, now. He was accompanied by another Elf, as dark in hair and eyes as Elrond and with the same noble bearing. Oddly, Eomer did not react.
Elrond made a motion with his hand and the Elf behind Eomer slipped from the room. Elrond, too, exited, choosing to stand on the balcony with his back to the siblings.
"What are you doing here? Eomer?" Eowyn looked at her brother for some sign that he was ensorcelled or being held against his will. Something in the situation, something in the set of her brother's shoulders, the turn of his head, made Eowyn's stomach churn.
"Lord Elrond tells me that you have broken your troth to Faramir and intend to return with me to Riddermark. I cannot allow you to do this. You and he are a good match and will be happy together. I will be fine, sister, in a few days. I need to make peace with all the changes that have happened and Lord Elrond has promised to help me." His eyes continuously searched the balcony where Elrond stood star-gazing.
Eowyn shivered. "Are you sure?"
Eomer smiled, his eyes actually lighting up for the first time sine Eowyn did not know when. "I am sure, Eowyn. Return to Faramir and make plans for your wedding."
Eowyn cautiously stepped forward and placed a light kiss on Eomer's cheek. With a backward fleeting look at Elrond, she slipped from the room. Once she had gone, Eomer exhaled.
Elrond came back inside and shut the doors leading to the balcony. He pulled the heavy drapes. "You handled that well."
Eomer bowed his head at the praise.
Elrond slowly walked around Eomer, examining him from head to toe. The plum color suited him, though the robes themselves were too narrow in the shoulder and a hairsbreadth too long. Eomer was tall for a Man, but he was not as tall as Elrond. "Disrobe," he commanded.
Eomer pulled open the robe and let is slide off his shoulders. He felt no shame in being naked, exposed, before Elrond's gaze. For endless weeks he'd dreamed of being owned. Possessed. Loved. He thought with Haldir's death, his chance of finding someone else to claim him was slim. Elrond had changed all that in a matter of hours. His skin glistened from the scrubbing and rubbing of scented soaps and oils. The cool air brushed his nipples, peaking them to brownish pebbles. His manhood stood proud, jutting from between the column of his strong thighs. He felt pride at the image he knew he presented. He knew he was handsome; knew Elrond desired him. Desired to own him. Possess him. Perhaps even to love him.
Elrond sank gracefully into a chair, his features neutral, almost bland. "What did Haldir call you?"
Eomer licked his lips. "Pet."
Elrond laughed. "Pet? Did he have you crawl on all fours, like a dog, then? Did you wear a collar for him?"
A red flush spread from Eomer's hairline right down to his chest. "No, Master."
"You would have if he'd but asked. You will, for me." Elrond stretched his legs out before him. "Crawl to me, Eomer."
And Eomer crawled, on all fours, like a dog, to his Master. His erection brushed the thick carpets covering the floor. The sensation was part erotic, part painful. He did not notice. He did not care. His Master called him. His Master demanded. He answered his Master's call. At Elrond's feet, he stopped, head hanging between his shoulders and waited.
Elrond reached down and rubbed Eomer's blond head affectionately. "Good boy." He felt Eomer shudder beneath his hand and smirked. He understood how Haldir had wrapped the Man around his hands so easily and left him a shattered wreck. He was willing, pliant. He craved something he did not understand. He craved something he did not even know existed. He had only found it with the Elves. "I want to hear from your lips everything that Haldir did to you. Do not lie, for I will know if you do. I will be displeased."
You will obey me. The skin of Eomer's butt rippled. A droplet of moisture leaked from his cock and hung suspended, for a moment before dropping soundlessly on to the rug. And in a breathless voice he recounted the entire length of time he spent in Haldir's company, from the moment of their first meeting on the plain-and that electrical shock when they'd clasped hands-to the parting kiss Haldir had delivered so lovingly to the tip of his nose. He spoke clearly, his voice caressing the words as he remembered and recounted his own humiliation and desire. He told Elrond how he'd felt when Haldir had pulled him down and spanked him like a child. He relived the moment when Haldir invaded his inner recesses with his wicked, wicked tongue. He spoke of his own needs, how he'd moaned like a woman when Haldir had finally granted him what he feared and desired. By the time he'd finished, the moon was beginning to rise and the candles burned low in the holders. Eomer's throat was dry, almost raw. His shoulders and back ached for he had not been allowed to move during his recitation.
"Crawl to my sleeping chamber," Elrond
ordered impassively. "Kneel on the bed"
Elrond watched silently as Eomer, king of his people, crawled tamely in to the
other room. The Elf Lord breathed deeply and slowly, calming his own racing
blood. He needed to remain calm if he was to properly break Eomer free of Haldir's
hold. Not that he would allow Eomer to ever really escape the bonds holding
his soul. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Eomer wanted the delicate chains
around his soul or else he would have told Haldir, handsome Elf or no, to get
lost on no uncertain terms. Although he was aware that he would have to tread
carefully, for not only did he desire to break Haldir's hold over Eomer, he
desired to break Eomer.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and he scowled. He'd left word that he was not to be disturbed. He'd put forth the rumor that he knew how to cure Eomer's illness and that several days of rest and tonics would have the Riddermark's King hale and whole. He got up to answer the door, first scooping up the discarded robe and laying it over the back of a chair.
Elladan shifted from foot to foot when his father
opened the door. "Is he here?"
Elladan, of course, knew of his father's pastime. There were few in Imladris
who did not. Elrond's secret remained safe, for he was not the only one who
found such games pleasurable. Elladan and Elrohir sometimes played them as well,
taking turns switching from dominant to subordinate. He did not know if Elrond
was keeping Eomer as a slave or as a patient, but he was dying to find out.
"In the bedroom, waiting." Elrond grinned at his son, despite his annoyance. "You do fancy him, don't you?"
Elladan's tongue snaked out and lightly touched his upper lip. "He is..fascinating. But I would bow to you, Father."
"I've no real interest," claimed Elrond, thinking of Erestor, who was in his thrall. in his thrall. He really did not need another. "I only wish to break him, to break the hold Haldir established. Would you rather?"
Elladan quickly shook his head. "No, I lack your skill and would probably destroy him." Elladan gave his father a hopeful look. "When you are done, do you think he will…"
Elrond just barely avoided rolling his eyes. He loved his sons dearly, but sometimes they vexed him beyond belief. "He is a slave, Elladan. He begged for Haldir to take him. If he had not had the desire buried deep inside him, Haldir would never have enthralled the Man so. Perhaps, when he had come to terms with his inner needs you can approach him."
Backing towards the door, Elladan could hardly contain the look of joy crossing his features. "Thank you, Father." He opened the door without turning and continued backing through the portal.
Elrond blew out an exasperated sigh. Only his sons, he mused. But, then, he always knew their fascination with mortals would lead them down paths different from other Elves. Perhaps the fault lay in him, in his human blood. He did not know.
Kneeling on the bed, Eomer could hear voices, lilting Elven voices. He did not understand the words they spoke, nor did he attempt to do so. He heard Elrond's soft footstep behind him and steeled his muscles. To twitch or flinch would bring down Elrond's wrath and he could not face having his Master angry with him. He heard a faint jingling and had just enough foresight to tighten his muscles. He heard the leather strap hit his skin but did not feel it for several seconds. Suddenly his bare bottom was on fire and he could feel, literally, the line forming where the leather belt had connected with his flesh.
Eomer gritted his teeth against the pain. The lash struck him twice more, each one sharper than the last.
"Face me."
Eomer slowly slid off from the bed and faced Elrond, his eyes cast down t the floor. "Master?"
"If you ever again speak Haldir's name, I shall no longer allow you to serve me." Elrond did not bother to ask Eomer if he understood; he knew the Man understood him perfectly well. He opened the front of his robes, revealing his erection. "Come, slave, pleasure me."
Eomer crawled forward until he was just between Elrond's feet and stared up, almost between the Elf Lord's legs. He sat back on his haunches, staring up at the cock bobbing inches from his face. Slowly he raised his hands, taking the blood-engorged penis in between his palms. He rolled the cock between his palms while running his tongue over the slit, tasting Elrond for the first time.
He swirled his tongue around the thick cock, mixing his saliva with pre-cum. His hands worked up and down on the silky skin, stroking sensually along Elrond's length. Eomer tucked the flat of his tongue against the slit and held it for a fractional second before sliding it along the underside of the cock, pushing it towards the back of his throat. His palms flattened against Elrond's hips then skimmed the smooth skin to grip muscled buttocks. Elrond allowed his exploration, not bothering to stop Eomer as he worshipped his new lord.
Strong fingers dug into Elrond's ass as Eomer braced his body. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked the heavy cock. When Elrond made no move to guide Eomer, he grew bolder. He rocked back and forth, sliding the cock in and out of his mouth faster and faster. Still he got no reaction from Elrond. Not only did his master not offer guidance, but he made no sounds of encouragement. He did not moan or rock or breath more heavily. Eomer grew frantic. He desperately wanted to please his master. Needed to please his master. He could not bear to disappoint the beautiful creature who'd so readily offered him safety and solace from the demons torturing his dreams and body.
Eomer shoved his head forward, pressing his nose to the soft hairs guarding Elrond's member, brutally pushing the head against his throat. He breathed heavily through his nose, ruffling the curls. He relaxed his throat, trying to swallow the cock in his mouth. He ground his face against Elrond, shifting the heavy member inside his mouth until he almost gagged. Still, his master made no sound. Tears stung Eomer's eyes as his frustration and fear mounted. He moaned wordlessly, begging in the only way open to him. Between his legs, his own cock wept in sympathy.
Elrond felt Eomer's tears against his thighs and his lips twitched. Eomer was his and he knew it. No matter what he did from this moment on, Eomer would die rather than displease him. He raised his arms and grasped Eomer's hair in a painful grip. He could feel fine strands of hair rip away from Eomer's scalp and entangle in his fingers. He pulled back, using only his hips, all the way to the tip of his cock and then slammed it back in to Eomer's mouth so hard that the Man's head snapped back. He did not give Eomer time to recover. He established a punishing pace that left Eomer choking and gasping and desperately trying to keep up. Elrond did not allow the pace to continue for long. He relaxed his body, letting pleasure override his analytical mind. In moments he poured himself inside Eomer's mouth. As he came, he ground his hips against Eomer's face, wiggling and bouncing until he was completely spent. The Man clung helplessly to him, panting as though he had run all the way from Helm's Deep. He held his cock in Eomer's mouth until he felt himself grow flaccid and the allowed his penis to slip from the hot wetness.
"That was not bad at all, King of the Rohirrim. Maybe later you will perform better." He thrust Eomer away from him and closed his robe. "I am tired from my travels and need to find reverie." He reached up and pulled the leather thong holding his braid. "Present your wrists."
When Eomer complied, Elrond quickly bound the hands together in front of Eomer. Eomer licked his lips and stared helplessly as his hands were bound. "Master," he whispered plaintively.
Elrond shook loose his hair and it fell in long straight lines around his face. "You may sleep with me tonight, slave. Tomorrow I will have Erestor bring a pallet for you." He went to the bed and climbed in, leaving Eomer no choice but to follow or spend the night sleeping on the floor.
Soundlessly, Eomer climbed into the bed next to his master, snuggling as close as Elrond would allow. Elrond folded his hands on his chest, only allowing Eomer to press his back to his master's side. It took Eomer a long while before he slept. The ache in his loins left him feeling frustrated and heavy and uncomfortable. The thong binding his hands pressed his palms tightly together, too close to wrap around his aching cock. Though, in truth, he knew better to try to find his own relief, even though Elrond had said nothing. Instinctively, Eomer knew the punishment for such an infraction would be swift and intense. At long last his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.
Eomer wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep. All he knew was that one minute he was deep in a dreamless sleep. The next he was awake. He inhaled as he felt the two fingers buried inside him scissor, stretching and pulling him wide. One of the fingers touched his prostate and his hips rocked convulsively. He cried out as his erection reached new lengths.
The two fingers became three. They flexed and corkscrewed inside his body, occasionally touching the sensitive point that made everything worthwhile. He felt stretched. He wanted more and pressed back, needing to feel more. He wanted to be filled. He needed to feel impaled. Whole. Complete. Three fingers became four and Eomer threw back his head, a long groan escaping his throat.
"Master, master," he panted the litany over and over as the fingers inside him pumped in and out, pausing only long enough to twist around in his tight heat.
"What, slave?" Elrond sounded annoyed, bored.
"Master, possess me, I beg you. Impale me upon your length. Make me your slave in more than name." Eomer begged.
The hands moving inside him stilled and Eomer worried that he should have said nothing. Then Elrond spoke. " Will you be my whore, Eomer, King of the Mark?"
"I am your whore, Master." Eomer's head nodded his consent. His fingers clenched around each other, digging painfully into his knuckles. I am no man's-or Elf's-whore. Eomer pushed the thought aside. He was a whore. He was Elrond's whore, just as he had been Haldir's whore. And he no longer cared.
The hand withdrew and Eomer felt Elrond shift. The warmth that had been at his back vanished and Eomer could have wept. Moments later, he felt Elrond return and relaxed. Eomer was pushed face down and his legs spread. One of Elrond's hands pulled open his cheeks and Eomer spread his legs wider. He felt Elrond's hand push against his entrance. Felt the curled fist, covered with something cold and slick. Felt the tight ring of his entrance stretch. And stretch. And stretch. He felt the fist pushing deeper and deeper, shoving past the tight ring of his anus, pulling him open. Ripping him in two.
Eomer arched his back and screamed as Elrond's hand entered him fully, pushing deeper and deeper. The curled fingers brushed his prostate and still Eomer screamed. He screamed as the hand pushed al the way inside, until he could actually feel Elrond's powerful wrist flexing deep inside his body. His hips jerked convulsively and still Eomer screamed. His hard cock twitched between his belly and the sheets and he screamed louder. The fist buried inside his body rotated left. Rotated right.
Hot cum spurted from Eomer's cock and his scream trailed to an exhausted whimper. The fist withdrew.
Pounding on the door brought Eomer back to his senses. He felt Elrond get off the bed. He heard the door open. He heard voices.
"We heard screaming, Lord Elrond. Is everything all right?" The voice was unknown to Eomer.
"King Eomer had a nightmare," was Elrond's cool reply. "It has passed and he rests once again."
Eomer smiled into the pillows.