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Undomiel	By : Anu Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Erestor couldn�t believe them when he saw them. They were all filthy and looked soundly beaten. Glorfindel was tied onto his saddle, sitting as if he were in a great deal of pain and unwilling to admit it. In the light drizzle Elrond blinked water off his eyelashes, looking thoroughly exhausted. As it was early morning, Erestor assumed they had ridden through the night.
The mud decked horses heads drooped listlessly. Erestor helped Elrond dismount and sent the stable boys to take care of the horses. Elladan and Elrohir lingered to watch Erestor help Elrond lift Glorfindel down from the horse. Glorfindel hissed in pain and Erestor hurt for him, despite the fact that the bastard had betrayed him also, for he didn�t have the heart not to care about the elf. Elrond and Erestor half-carried him into the Hall Of Healing nearest the Baths.
Elrond gently laid him on the floor and fixed the still-bound blonde with a glare. �Glorfindel. You are filthy and in need of healing. If I untied your hands and aided you, would you trouble me further?� he said it harshly, but meant it tenderly. Glorfindel lay with his eyes closed for a long moment. Finally, he opened them and said �No.� with that, Elrond untied him, pocketed the rope and helped him to stand and hobble into the Baths where Erestor had a tub filled and waiting. Glorfindel had felt shy leaning on the gorgeous elf he�d come to adore despite his ongoing betrayal, and now blushed furiously as he undressed in front of that steely gray gaze.
Unable to remove his shirt because his hands were shaking with pain, he fumbled and swore hotly. With a glimmer of a smirk, Elrond wordlessly stepped forward, uncrossed his arms from their position over his chest and unbuttoned Glorfindel�s shirt. One button, two, three, clean skin over hard muscle, four, five, firm belly, six, seven, navel, eight, soft trail of hair, nine, belt. Elrond turned away and went to go looking for Erestor. Glorfindel would need help to get into the tub and Elrond dared not do it himself for fear of acting on his feelings for that damn elf.
He couldn�t stay mad at him, and that was worse than being mad at him at all. He found Erestor, sent him off to the baths, and went to go find his bruised sons. They were naked and wet and muddy, curled together under a blanket by the fire. Elrond let them sleep, smiling gently at the twins� sleep-relaxed features and their expressions of bliss.
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Erestor paused at the door, knocked.

�What?� came the surly answer.

�It�s Erestor. Elrond sent me to help you in and out of the tub.�

�I don�t need anybody�s help to get in a fucking tub.�

Silence. �But I do need you to help me sit down before I pass out and fall down.�
It had taken a lot for Glorfindel to admit that, and Erestor came in to find the glaring Elda propped against the wall with a towel around his waist. He looked like a wet cat. His golden hair was full of leaves and twigs and mud, as spattered as the rest of him. Bruises were darkening on the pale skin and he rested uncomfortably on one leg.
Erestor held out his forearms and Glorfindel leaned on them, transferring himself to sit on the edge of the tub. He looked into the steward�s brown eyes. �I�m going to slide myself in backwards. You�ll have to catch my feet.� Erestor nodded, and Glorfindel removed the towel, blushing a bit.
Erestor clenched his jaws to keep from talking or touching. The other elf was glorious, lean thighs branching to narrow hips, thin waist tapering to a broad chest and muscular arms. No wonder he kept those hard round buttocks out of sight, Erestor was practically drooling.
But then Glorfindel was moving, easing himself down into the warm water with a gasp. Erestor lifted his long legs, being as gentle and careful as he could with the left, and laid them in the water. Glorfindel lay on his back, eyes closed, letting the water soak out the pains. Erestor�s eyes darted between the other elf�s thighs of seemingly their own accord and he blushed, turning away quickly so as not to be caught staring. �I will return to help you out.� He called nonchalantly as he left the room.
When he returned, Glorfindel was on his side, lazily splashing water over himself in a half-hearted attempt to keep warm. Erestor had to pick him up under the knees and behind the shoulders to lift him out at all and Glorfindel clung as if he were afraid Erestor would drop him. He also was very embarrassed about being carried like that but said nothing. Erestor fetched him fresh leggings and a shirt, which Glorfindel scurried into surprisingly quickly. Erestor made him comfortable on the bed before going out to seek Elrond.
He found him preparing an unusually feast-like dinner to spite Glorfindel, tipping back warm spiced wine happily, ignoring the cruelty of celebrating the discovery of a spy. Erestor suspected that this had hit Elrond harder than the half-elf was willing to admit. He was drunk enough to make Erestor worry for Glorfindel�s sake, but still plenty competent.
Together he and Elrond set Glorfindel�s leg, and when it was done Elrond returned to his study, telling Erestor to remain by the blonde and to be sure he slept before bringing him down for dinner that evening. Erestor checked on the blonde periodically, admiring him as he slept. When it came time for the meal Erestor woke him and helped him dress in a decent semi-formal robe, lace his boots and braid his hair before letting the Elda lean on him to go down the stairs and halls. Imaldris was built in layers, added onto and added onto, thus it was a long way down to the dining hall, or at least it felt like it.
Elladan and Elrohir were there, cleaned up and looking bruised and well rested. Elrond didn�t come in until Erestor had nearly given up waiting for him. He appeared to have hastily washed, and Erestor could smell dwarven beer on him. He sat next to Glorfindel and encouraged him to eat, but Erestor could tell that Glorfindel was waiting for Elrond�s anger to strike just by the way he picked at his food and eyed Elrond warily.
Elrond became increasingly drunk and flirtatious throughout the meal. Erestor didn�t like where this was going, but had absolutely no say. Neither did Glorfindel, it seemed. In despair, he finally allowed a brief pawing to snick Elrond�s glass of wine. Erestor could tell that he was going to get drunk to have the courage to deal with spending the night with the lord of Imaldris.
Erestor felt saddened, watching Glorfindel guzzle another glass, trying to get as drunk as he possibly could before the meal was over and he�d have to face Elrond. He couldn�t hope to stop what he could see was going to happen, and nor could the twins, who were keeping oddly silent for once.
After the meal was officially over, Elrond staggered up and helped the unresisting blonde to his feet. He put his arm around Glorfindel�s waist and his hand on his buttock as he dragged the half-drunk Gondolidrim out of the hall, heading for his room. Erestor followed helplessly, watching as Elrond grew closer to his room and lost even more restraint.
Glorfindel began to fight, pushing him away as much as he dared without risking falling, relocating hands wildly. He snarled warningly when Elrond groped him and removed the lord�s hands. However, Elrond was drunk and feeling playful, his hands growing octopus like.
They stumbled into the room and Elrond dropped the blonde traitor on the bed and kissed him lustily. Glorfindel allowed it. He felt he deserved it for betraying Elrond, this humiliation, and better, he also wanted it as well. He needed to be punished to assuage his guilt over all the mistakes. Erestor stood in the doorway and pleaded. �Please Elrond, let him go.�
Elrond glared pointedly at Erestor while chaining Glorfindel�s hands to the wall behind the headboard. �Good night Erestor, and close the door when you leave.� Elrond said sweetly, groping Glorfindel, who disliked the chains and growled and struggled madly. Erestor hesitated and Elrond roared at him �GET OUT ERESTOR!� Erestor complied quickly, slamming the door in fright. Glorfindel�s growls grew more savage through the door and Erestor fled the scene.
Glorfindel thrashed until Elrond gave up trying to undress him properly and used his knife. In his drunken state he nicked the other elf twice, pausing to lap at the wounds in apology. When Glorfindel was nude, Ed god got off him and undressed, the Elda snarling at him, white teeth bared, blue-green eyes gleaming angrily in the half-light. Once naked, he settled himself between Glorfindel�s legs, prying them apart. Glorfindel�s muscular lean thighs locked on his shoulders, crushing hard. Elrond merely chuckled softly and reached for the oil.
Elrond�s oil-slicked finger breached Glorfindel easily, and he writhed at the burning sensation and humiliation of it, muscles clamping tightly. �Shhh�� Elrond soothed, his voice gone throaty with lust and desire. Glorfindel bit his lip, determined not to wail or weep like a maiden. His tied arms tested the chains again, almost without his violition, his body fighting the wrongness of the right embrace.
His thighs, clamped vise-like around the other elf�s shoulders, began to shake under the strain, losing their crushing hold. Elrond�s hands and arms had nearly gone numb, but he still had bottbottle of oil and was drunkenly, foolishly determined to do this. �Amin mela llye, Glorfindel.� Elrond said softly, oiling his straining member by touch. �Amin mela llye, Elrond, mellon-nin, saes, daro!� Glorfindel begged as he felt a blunt heat nudge his opening.
His legs failed him then, the muscles overstressed and weak. Elrond parted them easily and stroked Glorfindel�s cock to life despite moans of �Saes, Elrond.� Glorfindel wasn�t sure whether he was begging for Elrond not to take him like this, or to do what he had always longed for them to do together. Tenderly Elrond thrust forward, but as he pushed inside Glorfindel shrieked and lay very still, breathing shallow, short breaths very quickly.
The pain was intense, a tight stretching agony, and at it�s core Elrond�s hot hard cock throbbed mercilessly, each pulse sending a new twinge of pain. Elrond laid his hand on Glorfindel�s flat belly, above his shrunken cock. �You�re a virgin Glorfindel.� He said in awe and guilt through the wine-clouded lusty haze in his mind. Glorfindel�s wide blue-green eyes met his and held them in his desperation, sweat beaded prettily on his face and upper lip.
Glorfindel found himself with an incredible need to look into Elrond�s eyes, to run his hand through the dark hair, to kiss the guilt from those slender, arching brows. But his hands were chained, and his breath was still coming in short gasps. He licked his lips, hoping to kiss the one he had betrayed. Elrond kissed him gently, even as his erection in Glorfindel started to arouse them both.
Breaking off the kiss, Elrond gently teased the stiffening cock between Glorfindel�s thighs, even as his own began to recover form his guilt attack in the wet-hot clench. Knowing that the pain would ease, and that his urge for completion was growing desperate he thrust, careful to aim for the spot that sent Glorfindel shuddering beneath him.
When it had started it had felt like forever, but now it was hard and fast for them both and soon bliss came upon them in fiery spurts. Glorfindel felt his release as warm honey, despite the bitter pain lingering, it rolled gently, warm and smooth and thickly over him, centering on his penis, where he gave it up in waves between his belly and the peredhil�s.
Elrond fell forward on his chest, holding Glorfindel tenderly about the waist while he remembered how to breathe. When he could, he rolled off and pulled out, Glorfindel gasping as he closed up again. Elrond found a washcloth in the nearby bath, wetted it with warm water and cleaned them both off, taking care that Glorfindel wouldn�t have to sleep in a wet spot.
Then he returned to the bed and lay down beside Glorfindel. He was asleep quickly, and Glorfindel�s silent sobs and quiet tears did not wake him.

Translations:

Elrond: �Amin mela llye, Glorfindel.� � �I love you, Glorfindel.�

Glorfindel: �Amin mela llye, Elrond, saes, daro!� � �I love you, Elrond, please, stop!�

�Saes Elrond.� � �Please Elrond.�
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