Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Arrogant Assumption ❯ Ithil Touched ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1 - Ithil-touched

"I will have him." Haldir murmured quietly, his eyes following the slim golden figure clad in blues and silver as the elf left the talan where the Lady and her Lord were meeting with Elrond, Lord of Imladris, this day.

Rúmil turned to follow brother's gaze, his brows rising almost to his hairline. His lips twitched in a would-be smile before quickly suppressing it. Haldir's temper was well known and Rúmil had no wish to ignite it in so public a place, although both he and Orophin delighted in teasing their brother mercilessly when the consequence was small.

"I think you aim too high, this time, brother." Rúmil was unable to keep his amusement from lacing through his tone.

Ignoring his brother, Haldir continued to watch Glorfindel with greedy eyes. Glorfindel often carried messages between Lothlórien and Rivendell and was a welcome guest at the table of the Lord and Lady of the Wood. Other times, the golden haired hero of the Second Age, would accompany Lord Elrond, either as bodyguard or confidante, Haldir was unsure.

He had spent many a day and even visiting with Glorfindel, only to be met with amused tolerance. Haldir found Glorfindel fascinating. The Rivendell elf was conversant on a wide variety of subjects, had a wicked sense of humor and his anecdotes of the Second Age ran the gamut from mildly humorous to outrageously unbelievable to poignantly heartbreaking.

Yet, Glorfindel himself retained an air of mystery. And nothing he chose to tell reflected upon any that now lived. Glorfindel paused, indecisive, at the foot of the tall mallorn where Lord Elrond was meeting with Celeborn. Then, as if he had come to some conclusion, the tall elf turned, following a path through the trees beyond.

"That elf is driving me mad with lust, Rúmil! I swear he knows it! I have pursued him relentlessly, but he takes no more notice of me than he would a single leaf in the wood! Nay, even less--for with a leaf, he might deem to meditate upon its beauty. From him, all I have received is amused tolerance. His aloofness draws me, like men to power... or Gorthaur to the One."

"Shhht! Do not speak of such foul things in these woods, brother!" Rúmil censured crossly. "If I did not know better, I would say that you have lost your heart, Haldir."

Wicked laughter answered this, Haldir's blue gaze marking where Glorfindel disappeared among the trees. "Love is a fool's trap, Rúmil. And I am no fool. 'Tis but the excitement of the hunter and the chase. And I will have him. I am determined to add that warrior to my collection. I've not had a Rivendell elf, yet, nor one so cunning, nor ancient. I mean not to fail."

"I do not believe it wise to pursue that particular elf. He is high in Lord Elrond's favor and an experienced warrior in his own right."

"That, my brother, is what will make the conquest all the more sweet."

A sly smile graced Rúmil's too perfect features, his silver gaze taunting. "If you are so determined, would you care to wager?"

"Name your stakes, Rúmil."

"Should you fail, you must take my season at watch."

Puzzled, Haldir looked to him. "Why is that?"

"Does it matter?" Rúmil grinned, "Suffice it to say there is a maiden, she is one of the Wanderers and will be traveling along the Sirannon towards Ost-en-Edhil this next season. I would meet up with her there." He graced his brother with a sly-eyed glance. "And, I would have a quiver of your arrows. They are legendary in the trueness of their flight."

"And done! And when I succeed, you shall take my season next at watch and will give to me a hand-tooled quiver the like that you had made for Celeborn's gifting day."

At Rúmil's doubting glance, Haldir snorted. "Faint heart and all, Rúmil."

"Done!" Rúmil declared.

With a toss of his long silvered locks, Haldir moved to follow his prey.

Rúmil shook his head wondering briefly if any good would come from his brother's obsession with Elrond's seneschal. Haldir was renown for his dogged pursuit of bedmates and a time or two his younger brother had been over-close to scandal for his zealousness in the chase. Still, Haldir was headstrong, and arrogant in his assumption of his prowess. Both in arms and in love. There was little either Rúmil or Orophin could do to dissuade the younger elf, once Haldir had set his eye upon someone. Rúmil stared after his brother as he disappeared through the mallyrn, a misgiving growing in his heart.

With the skill of an accomplished hunter, Haldir trailed the other elf. A bent blade of grass here, a waving shrub there, a freshly turned pebble, a small bit of thread, even the whispers of the forest hinted that Glorfindel had passed this way. His golden prey made little effort to hide his path, but then the other elf did not know he was the subject of Haldir's hunt.

'Twas a child's game for Haldir, to track Glorfindel through his woodland home. Lorien, after all, was his territory. Haldir had grown up here, played amidst the towering mallyrn, learned to shoot his first bow and skin his first kill here. He had accepted into his care the guardianship of the wood from Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, themselves. It was almost unheard for any elf of his youth to hold such an honor and Haldir carried that knowledge proudly. Perhaps, too proudly.

Curiosity touched upon Haldir, as he followed Glorfindel past the boundaries of Caras Galadon. Ithil had barely crept above the crown's of the mallyrn, sending his cool light to dance among the shadows as the trees grew smaller and wilder. Mallyrn grew few and far between wilder and younger trees, whose voices whispered of tidings of a new age, while the mallyrn grieved the passing of the old.

Stopping just behind the trunk of a hoary old oak, Haldir watched as Glorfindel entered an Ithil-touched glade. Though no yellow-starred elanor grew this far from Caras Galadon, the pale blue of niphredil raised their fragile heads to worship the silvered moon.

Glorfindel stood in the center of the moon-touched glade, arms spread slightly from his sides. Clad in the blue and silver livery of Elrond's household, Glorfindel looked like a pale flame caught in the center of a sacred circle. Face lifted skyward, lips parted as he raised his sweet baritone voice in homage to the twilit night. Joy and sorrow twined in Glorfindel's song, as ever an elf's life is touched by both.

The joy of each moment, the blessing of eternity to enjoy all of Elbereth's creations, the sorrow of watching the passing ages and the wheel of time; all combined within the poignancy of two lifetimes. Fear, too, was in the song, fear of coming too close and losing that which one hold's dearest. Twined through the soft lilting song was the fear of elves to be touched by any age, lest they are brought down from their immortal status and left upon the eastern shores.

Singing of grief and singing of joy, Glorfindel stood unwary among the niphredil.

Haldir's breath caught in his throat at the beauty of the older elf.

Ithil kissed Glorfindel's face with his cool silver light, softening the angular features and making the re-born elf seem to glow. The bright gold of his hair shone like starlight and was pulled back by several leather ties and laced into a tight club that fell well below his waist. Neither lover's knots nor braids adorned the practical elf's beauty.

Haldir longed to loosen the hand-tooled leather and watch the soft silk fall loosely around Glorfindel's slight figure. The Lorien elf envisioned the seneschal laying naked upon the sweet grassy sward, the soft hair fanned like a cloak upon the ground, surrounded by the pale blooms of niphredil, their sweet scent released by the crush of their bodies. Haldir pictured Glorfindel twisting wantonly under his attentions and begging for release.

Like a quick river, lust flowed though Haldir, quickening his sex and he imprisoned a gasp behind his teeth, lest he alert his prey too early to his presence. With silent steps, he approached the heedless elf. Haldir circled Glorfindel with his arms, quickly clasping the seneschal so that his arms were pinned against his sides.

Glorfindel stiffened within Haldir's grasp. The Lorien elf pressed his body full length along Glorfindel's slender figure, feeling the strong back pressed against his chest, the swell of buttocks against his groin.

Haldir moved his lips against the other elf's neck, kissing softly and breathing in the scent of evergreen and clover that seemed to linger about Glorfindel like an aphrodisiac. He kissed up the graceful arch of the older elf's neck, bringing his lips close to the pointed tip of Glorfindel's ear.

A sharp intake of breath answered Haldir's delicate touch, and the older elf tilted his head back instinctively granting greater access. "Who?" Glorfindel's voice trailed off as Haldir continued his assault upon his neck and ears.

Ignoring the hissed question, Haldir snuffled against the nape of Glorfindel's neck, slowly biting his way towards the delicately upswept ears.

Haldir smirked to himself in expectation of his success. He knew how sensitive elves' ears were from very personal experience. With a shake of his head, Haldir pushed away that dark memory. He planned on exploiting that weakness to the fullest, until he had Glorfindel a twisting, writhing bundle of need, willing to accede to anything that Haldir might desire.

"Greetings, friend." He whispered teasingly against his captive's ear, sending small puffs of moist breath whispering against the sensitive organ. An answering shudder caused Haldir to grin. "It is dangerous to wander alone too far outside the borders of Caras Galadon, even for one of your legendary skill"

Fanning his fingers across the elder elf's waist, Haldir pulled him back into even closer contact. He could feel the warmth of Glorfindel's body thrill through him, until it seemed a hearth fire flamed and flickered between them.

Glorfindel attempted to shrug off Haldir and step away, but the Lorien guardian would have none of it. Now that Haldir was so close to having his heart's desire, he could no more conceive of loosing Glorfindel than he could a hobbit wielding the One Ring.

He clutched at Elrond's seneschal, pulling him back roughly into his hold. A small laugh escaped him as triumph warmed its way through his heated blood. "I do not think so, lirimaer."

Haldir continued to nuzzle the fine hairs at the nape of Glorfindel's neck, blowing softly against the delicate cup of the other elf's ear. He licked an intricate tracery around the edge of Glorfindel's ear, paying special care to the sensitive pointed tip. "I have watched your cold light from afar too long. Now, I wish to play among the stars and take comfort from their beauty--and see if it is true that they are cold to touch, or merely waiting passion's touch to catch flame and burn out of control."

Turning his face a mere fraction into Haldir's whispered caress, Glorfindel's golden lashes fluttered closed. A sigh moved through the older elf. Glorfindel's voice was somewhat breathless, yet underlined with arrogant demand that wrankled Haldir greatly. "Why do you break my solitude, Haldir of Lorien? What is it you desire? Do you even know?"

Smiling wickedly against the lobe of Glorfindel's ear, Haldir nipped the sensitive flesh sharply. At Glorfindel's start of pain, Haldir then daintily lapped at the injury with his tongue. A shiver traversed the length of Glorfindel's slim body.

"You," Haldir whispered hotly, pushing his throbbing need against the curve of Glorfindel's buttocks so there would be no mistaking his meaning.

A convulsive swallowing could be heard at Haldir's reckless declaration, and an answering heat seemed to flare up from the older elf. Haldir felt Glorfindel sag into his hold; all resistance melting from the seneschal. Haldir smirked. This was too easy.

Loosening his hold somewhat, Haldir allowed his free hand to wander the much-desired territory of the other elf's body. He pressed closer against the muscled back, arrowing his hands towards the girdle cinching Glorfindel's tunic. Haldir expertly manipulated the clasp, his slender fingers stroking the chill mithril links as he worked.

It was when his attention was thusly otherwise occupied that Glorfindel suddenly thrust his elbow back into Haldir's abdomen, the older elf quickly followed his advantage with a heavy step to the younger elf's instep, causing Haldir to howl in pain.

With the ease of a long seasoned warrior to a callow youth, Glorfindel danced out of Haldir's hold. The seneschal swept Haldir's feet out from under him with a swift spin kick.

As Haldir tumbled gracelessly to the ground, Glorfindel, moved with amazing speed and agility, following the younger elf down, determined not to lose his advantage. He landed heavily upon the Lorien elf, causing a whoosh of breath to escape the stunned younger elf. Before Haldir could regain his breath, Glorfindel had pinned his arms at his sides, straddling the younger elf's thighs, effectively immobilizing him.

Haldir was forcefully reminded that this elf was no mere bureaucrat who spent his days attending to his Lord's lands, but a warrior in his own right, and a hero of the second age. How he had ever thought to take this elf unawares was a folly brought home to him with the ease of Glorfindel's command of Haldir's body.

Glorfindel's melodious voice taunted him, "I have not lived all these long ages to be taken unaware by someone so steeped in youth and folly."

"Get off!" Haldir gasped, struggling ineffectually against the elder elf's strength.

Glorfindel's brows rose, a wryly-amused expression dancing in the depths of forest dark eyes, "Arrogant pup. I wonder if you would have granted me the same courtesy?"

Haldir's glare was answer enough. Glorfindel chuckled.

At the older elf's laughter, Haldir began to buck anew, attempting to throw his attacker bodily from him. He twisted beneath the older elf, kicking his legs impotently, fury coloring his face as surely as the shame of his entrapment.

With negligent ease, Glorfindel rode out Haldir's struggles; a green flame leaping dangerously into the older elf's narrowed eyes. The seneschal moved only slightly, kneeling on one of Haldir's hands to keep him from loosing himself. With his other hand, Glorfindel released the clasp of the mithril links girdling his loins, the silver links chiming lightly as he slid the links through his hands.

It was child's play for the ancient warrior to wrestle Haldir's hands together and bind the younger elf's wrists with the links. Glorfindel wrapped the excess of the links about his hand, forcibly raising Haldir's hands above his head, Haldir gaped when the elder elf slid a dagger from his boot sheath.

"What are you doing?"

Smirking, Glorfindel slammed the blade through the links of the chain now binding Haldir's slender wrists and wedged the blade between the roots of a tree. "Truly? You cannot guess?" The green regard traveled the length of his bound captive and returned to the flushed face, lingering suggestively upon Haldir's bow-shaped lips.

Haldir stared at Glorfindel, wide-eyed. He was unable to stop the faintest tinge of fear from creeping coolly along his body. The heat flashing at him from Glorfindel's gaze caused his heart to race like a herd of wild horses seeking to elude capture by the Rohirrim.

Like a sparrow mesmerized by a serpent, Haldir watched as Glorfindel leaned over him. He closed his eyes at the last moment, when the elder elf brushed the lightest of kisses across each eyelid. "You will not take me unwilling." Shame flushed through Haldir, as the quaver in his voice betrayed his uncertainty.

Glorfindel's smile was heard, though unseen as the elder elf nuzzled the tip of one of Haldir's upturned ears. At Haldir's rapidly in-drawn breath, Glorfindel replied softly, letting the warmth of his breath tickle and tease the younger elf's sensitive ear even further. "I will not have to. This is a lesson you were well-taught, was it not? You sought to turn my own body against me, for you seem to be one much used to taking. Tonight, you will learn to give."

Another kiss accompanied this statement, a soft nuzzling to Haldir's neck and then a return to the torment of his ear. Haldir groaned in dismay, eyes flashing open; he found Glorfindel much too discerning for his comfort.

"You will learn to take joy in your submission." Glorfindel's words blazed through him.

Anger rescued Haldir and he thrashed, pulling furiously at the chains about his wrists as he sought to pull the dagger from the ground, his nostrils flaring in both fear and rage.

"I will not submit! I do not want this! Curse you! A pox on you and your household... Ai!" Haldir's voice trailed off as Glorfindel roughly nipped the ear lobe he held betwixt fine white teeth.

"Do you truly know what you want, pen-neth? Will you beg for your release, then? If this is your will, then let it be known, now. I will not be mastered, manipulated or controlled by some puerile elfling." Glorfindel stared deep into the stormy blue of Haldir's eyes. "Know this: If we do this thing that you seem so head bent upon, we will do it my way--or not at all."

Humiliation burned like an orc-ish draught at the back of his throat. Haldir turned his face away from the searing regard, wishing fervently that he had heeded Rúmil's warning words. Excitement, fear and shame battled with want and desire. No one had ever mastered him before. No one had cared enough. He bit his lip refusing to lock gazes with the older elf, frightened at how enticing surrender to this elf sounded.

Glorfindel's muscular thighs flexed and pinned him upon either side, and the scent of the other elf was wildly exotic, calling to him of ancient secrets and dark places.

Hands twisted his hair painfully and his head was brought around, he stubbornly refused to open his eyes, knowing that if he looked upon the deadly beauty of Glorfindel, he would be lost. Had he wanted this? Was this what he had been yearning for? Someone to take control, to mold him, make him, break him?

Was Glorfindel the one? All questions he should have asked himself prior to attempting to pursue the older elf.

"Look at me, Haldir."

The soft words stroked across his cheek, tickled his ear and elicited another shiver of sensation through his restrained body. His lashes fluttered like dark shadows upon pale cheeks, yet he could no more refuse the quiet command in Glorfindel's voice than he could refuse to sorrow at the ending of an age nor to sing for joy under an open star-studded sky. "Please... "

Haldir pulled against the hand knotted into his hair, seeking an escape from the insistent pressure to obey. With fear riding mascot to his desire, he opened his eyes to look upon the glory of the older elf. Starlight shone upon Glorfindel as though the Valar had gifted him with the light of Earendil. He swallowed hard, his adam's apple a knife slicing his throat painfully. "What is it you wish of me, Glorfindel?"

A smile graced the angular face and Glorfindel cupped Haldir's face in his open palm, searching the beseeching eyes beneath him. Running his thumb tenderly across Haldir's full lips, he gentled his voice, "Do you submit, pen-neth?"

Cheeks flamed anew and Haldir twisted his head away again, leaving strands of silvery hair captive in Glorfindel's fingers. His voice barely above a whisper, "Please, do not ask this of me... "

Haldir's stomach fluttered like a butterfly caught within a spider web--or more like, the grim thought came to him in dark humor--a dwarf held fast in Shelob's web.

Gentle fingers slid across his cheek, dabbling in silvered tears he had not known were leaking from tightly closed eyes. Glorfindel sat back on his haunches and Haldir felt the heat of his buttocks brush against his erection. To his shame, Haldir felt his face heat. Even the tips of his ears burned as his hardness jumped in eager anticipation against Glorfindel's firm round buttocks. His mouth was unbearably dry, and he flicked his tongue over his parted lips.

He could sense Glorfindel's piercing gaze upon him and the very intensity of it sent shivers racing along his flesh. With one hand, Glorfindel grasped Haldir's chin, gently forcing him to face him. "Open your eyes, nin bain."

Reluctantly, Haldir found himself obeying the soft command. His eyes fluttered open and in desperation he sought to avoid the sizzling look directed at him, to no avail. Glorfindel refused to allow his escape, demanding complete and utter capitulation.

The seneschal's voice was gentle when he spoke, his thumb tracing lightly across the younger elf's bow-shaped lips. The tenderness of the gestures caused Haldir's heart to flutter wildly and his breath to come in jagged gasps. He was unable to look away from the fierce light blazing from Glorfindel's eyes.

Glorfindel's voice covered him like warm honey, husky and seductive, "You get what you want too easily, lirimaer. That has made you spoiled and vain. Yet, none have given you what you truly desire."

Glossary

*Lirimaer - lovely one

*Pen-neth - young one

*Nin bain - my beautiful one

*Meleth-nin - my love

*Saes - please

*Tithen rhavon heledir-nin - my little wild bird

Web Resources

Sindarin Dictionary Project: http://www.geocities.com/almacq.geo/sindar/index.html