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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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Elrond woke and turned to cuddle the warm body next to his own without opening his eyes, acting on years of experience having shared a bed with Elros, Gil-Galad, and more recently Celebrian. A truly hair-raising snarl and stiffening of the form jerked him wide-awake, half afraid that it was Meadhros, picking on him and Elros again as if out of an ancient nightmare waking. He heard no fire crackling or harsh laughter, nor Maglor kicking dirt scoldingly at his brother. Why was he remembering those times again? Why now? He stirred himself awake and looked at his bedmate�s face.
Glorfindel lay in his bed; arms bound to the headboard, teeth bared, as green eyes flashed anger and hate. Vaguely, Elrond remembered them wide in pain and love and forgiveness, but he forgot all that as Glorfindel kneed him as hard as he could while safely favoring his splinted left leg. Elrond then remembered the events of the past days� events and a naked Glorfindel in his bed suddenly made sense. �Traitorous bastard.� Elrond recriminated and slapped him.
�You�re the one who fucked the traitorous bastard. Slap your own damn self, you fucking half-elf prick.� Glorfindel sneered, annoyed.
Elrond punched him then, in the gGlorGlorfindel only got saucier, and less filthy-mouthed, irate about the position he�d been forced to sleep in. �Oh so, its not bad enough that you tied me up all night and raped me, now you have to beat me as well.� His voice was laced with sarcasm and he glared peevishly at the hungover Peredhil. Elrond got out of bed and pulled on a robe.
�I can�t stand you!� The elf Lord shouted at the blond.
�Oh, and I can?� Came the retort, loaded with half-hidden self-loathing this time.
Elrond untied the Elda and drug him out of the bed, fighting. Glorfindel had no time for protests or anything but trying to avoid being dragged along, hopping on one foot less than gracefully, using the chains Elrond held for balance.
Elrond flung open the door and drug him determinedly out into the hall. Glorfindel knew where he was going. The small, secured prison-area four levels down, and he was taking the most public route. Glorfindel flushed with shame, and Elrond strode on wrathfully. Luckily it was early morning and not many elves were about; and at least Elrond had breeches on. They did, however pass Erestor standing outside his room in shock, before the Noldor elf looked at Elrond angrily and Glorfindel sadly before storming away from the unsettling situation.
Glorfindel deserved it, and Erestor knew it, but his anger was dampened by his affections for the elf in question. Elrond appeared to have no such inhibitions and was taking out his anger at himself and Glorfindel.
All Elrond could think of was how soothing it would be to see that elf in chains. He was angry that he loved him and that it didn�t seem to be reciprocated, but what did he expect? That he could rape his mellon as if their centuries of friendship meant nothing, wake up and expect him to still be the cool, respectable companion he had known so long? No, something had changed, broken, been lost last night, more than just Glorfindel�s virginity. Angry that he remembered such intimate details, Elrond gave the chain a sharp jerk.
When he reached the prison, he locked Glorfindel in the nearest cell, attaching manacles to his wrists and ankles. Then he secured the door with a smug, satisfied grin; and left him there, naked and cold.
Glorfindel hated him fiercely, nothing like his affections for that most infuriating half-elf, but he was y aly all the same. His howl of rage followed Elrond up the corridor, widening his grin.
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Erestor came at midafternoon with clothes, keys and food. At the door he peered in and said �I can�t let you out, but I�ll unlock your hands and feet if you promise not to try anything.� A grunt from the other side of the door gave assent and Erestor entered, followed by a servant who laid the food and clothes on the cot across the wall form where Glorfindel was chained. She bowed and left as Erestor dismissed her with a wave of the hand, beginning to work on the locks.
�How are you?� The dark haired elf asked softly when she was gone.
Glorfindel turned sorrowed eyes to Erestor. �I hate him.�
Erestor turned his attention to Glorfindel�s other hand, robes sweeping Glorfindel�s chest and legs. Glorfindel sighed and relented. �My leg hurts, but its healing, I guess. I feel a bit sick from the wine I had, and��his voice trailed soft. �I ache. It hurts Erestor.� Erestor turned pain-filled eyes to him. �I know.� He whispered. �My first time wasn�t gentle either. It hurts less, after a while.� He assured, dropping to his knees in the dark cell to free his humiliated friend�s bare feet as the blonde began to cry silently.
�In all my life�I never desired�another male�before�� Glorfindel managed brokenly before Erestor stood and took him in his arms. The blond elf buried his face in Erestor�s chest and wept as his back and knees bent to accommodate Erestor�s slightly shorter height. �I�m so sorry Glorfindel.� He soothed gently.
Glorfindel�s tears stopped as suddenly as they�d started and he stood straight and tall without even a sniffle and tried to give his customary smirk despite his tear-stained face. Erestor gave him a gentle smile and reached for the clothes. �I got them from your room.� He explained. Glorfindel blushed, but took them, pulling on the leggings swiftly. While he was dressing Erestor got rid of the manacles and when he returned Glorfindel was sittingthe the bed, fully clothed. The chief advisor left him the food, smiling sadly and encouragingly at the despairing look in the blue-green eyes.
A few days later Glorfindel fell ill. He refused to eat unless Erestor stayed with him and made him. After about two weeks his leg had healed, thanks to the swift healing reflexes of the elves and Erestor massaged it daily, helpingrfinrfindel to walk again. He complained that everything hurt, was tender and sore, but the leg was healing, which left a mystery to Erestor. The dark haired elf didn�t know much about healing, mostly just first aid and battle care and the like. Glorfindel was usually sick during the mornings and asleep during the day, but in the evenings he would be awake, sometimes chatty, sometime morose.
Erestor grew worried and Elrond noticed it, and went down to check on Glorfindel now and then. Glorfindel was usually sleeping when he came to stand at the door, and had a habit of waking up and screaming and swearing and throwing anything he could reach at the half elf. His anger was unabated for his imprisonment, and when Elrond came to see he saw it as adding insult to injury. Whatever love he had for him was beginning to fade with every such visit.
Glorfindel grew thin and pale, and his cheerful smirk disappeared entirely over the three months he was kept prisoner for the twins to taunt if they felt like. Erestor made sure that he was warm over the winter months, but Glorfindel seemed to be suffering from a decided lack of energy. He�d sit huddled in the corner under his blankets and doze all day long, even when Erestor was there, sometimes. The Noldor elf noticed around spring that Glorfindel was putting on weight, probably from the lack of exercise, and although a good sign, he worried for the blond. Even Elrond and the twins noticed theaineained health of their pet traitor and commented on it to Erestor at meals.
Glorfindel hated when Elrond or his sons would �check on him�, becoming every time this happened a mad thing in his anger and determination to make them leave him alone.
Not long ago, Elladan had gotten too close to the barred window in the door and had gotten a nice gashoss oss his cheekbone and nose with Glorfindel�s ring for his efforts. It did not matter if they stood back a distance and silently watched him, or looked at him from a shorter distance. It always drove him insane. He had never liked people to stare so openly at him.
Even when he was too sick to do anything but lie there on the cot with his back to the door he hated it, seething with anger. He particularly hated Elrond and made an extra effort to piss the lord of Imaldris off. No one else came down there but Erestor and the servants and Glorfindel was atrociously bored most of the time, when he wasn�t seething over how disgraceful it was to lock one�s former advisor in the bloody basement, and later, Erestor began to fear for his sanity when he stopped speaking altogether and would gaze wistfully at the door day in and day out.
Now that he was well at last, Erestor toyed with a plan to �accidentally� let Glorfindel escape, but couldn�t bring himself to do it. For a month he waited, and Glorfindel started to look downright fat and outright miserable. Finally, one night he crept in while the blonde slept, careful not to wake him. He couldn�t stand to see his beloved friend locked up any longer; he loved him too much to keep him, not if it meant keeping him like this. He could never forgive himself if Glorfindel faded away and died down here. Gently he kissed Glorfindel�s brow and laid the keys in his hand, pressing a chaste kiss beside the soft lips before slipping away into the night.
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