Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Arrogant Assumption ❯ Unmade ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2 - Unmade

"You are a foolish old elf!" Haldir snarled, an emotion rolling through him that he refused to name. Again he bucked and twisted, yanking desperately at the silver links binding his wrists. Like a wild colt being broken to the saddle by the Rohirrim, he struggled and kicked and called out. Fury coloring his face and making his eyes wild.

The older elf seemed excited by his struggles. A challenging light emanated from Glorfindel, a dark smile twisted his lips. Glorfindel's expression was both exciting and frightening. Haldir had long prided himself on being able to read the motive and moves of his opponents, yet Glorfindel was a complete mystery. It was as if Haldir, himself, was an open book, but Glorfindel--was a wizard's grimoire--pages masked by some dark spell.

Finally, Haldir collapsed back on the ground, teeth clenched at the futility of his struggles. He glared at the seneschal. Haldir could not tell what secrets moved behind the fathomless gaze of Glorfindel.

Defeated, he shifted uncomfortably beneath the Rivendell elf. He was only too aware of the heat that twined between their two bodies, the shift and flex of muscular thighs upon either side of his hips, the round swell of buttocks which rubbed ever so enticingly over his swollen member.

Swallowing convulsively, fear and desire made his words come out in a husked whisper, "You have proven your point, if you had one. Now, release me."

A small smile played about the older elf's stern lips that did nothing to allay Haldir's uneasiness. Haldir moved restlessly beneath Glorfindel's continued study.

"Not yet, I think." Glorfindel's voice sounded far away, and Haldir could not restrain a soft moan from squeezing past his tight lips as the older elf slid along Haldir's body, bringing their erections into heated contact.

The moan became a soft cry of despair as Glorfindel rocked slowly, rubbing the fierceness of his rigid cloth-covered flesh along Haldir's hardened length. "Ai... please... " Haldir was unsure what he was asking, but Glorfindel took full advantage of his soft plea.

Tenderly, Glorfindel brushed moist lips across Haldir's mouth. Laying full length upon the younger elf, Glorfindel's legs splayed to either side of the guardians, the seneschal deepened the kiss. He brushed his tongue softly along Haldir's full mouth. When Haldir tried to turn from the kiss, Glorfindel used tangled his fingers in the long, fine silken strands of the guardian's hair, keeping Haldir from breaking the bond between their lips. With a small thrust of his hips that sent Haldir shuddering with need, Glorfindel punctuated his desire.

For Haldir, it was an awakening. The very tender demand of Glorfindel's kiss unmade him. He gasped into the kiss. Heat raging through him. It felt as if this one kiss commanded him, grew within him like a great tree of fire, spreading it's branches and roots throughout his body, claiming him. He sobbed against the kiss. Denial warred within him. He fought his response with the viciousness of an elf cornered by yrrch. Fought his surprising, sudden, overwhelming need, and fought against the inevitability of his surrender.

But Glorfindel was insistent. With gentle mastery he commanded Haldir's body and spirit. With a small sound of entreaty, Haldir surrendered. He parted his lips allowing Glorfindel to explore his mouth thoroughly. Passion sparked and flared between them, and Haldir felt as if his very immortal spirit was being devoured. Glorfindel nipped Haldir's lower lip with his sharp teeth and the younger elf whimpered.

When Glorfindel withdrew from the kiss, as slowly and agonizingly as he had begun it, Haldir gave soft cry of protest. He lifted his head in an attempt to maintain the touch. Haldir's chest heaved as if he had run a great distance; he could not seem to draw a full breath. His body shivered as if he were ill and every point along his flesh that was in contact with Glorfindel was a fiery inferno.

Glorfindel traced the line of the young elf's cheek with delicate fingertips, the green of his eyes almost eclipsed by his passion dark gaze. His voice was warm and loving, husk filled with desire, "Let me show you what you truly desire, nin bain. Let me give this to you, Haldir."

Helpless against the soft urging and the promise of passion and tenderness unlike any he had known, Haldir gave a brief nod, fearful that what he was agreeing to would be more than he could ever walk away from, yet unwilling to have Glorfindel leave him now.

Glorfindel's answering smile and the dark blaze of passion shining from his eyes was almost too much. When Glorfindel pulled a dagger from his boot, Haldir hid behind his eyelids, concentrating on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. There was nothing to fear. Why didn't he believe this?

He felt the other elf shift off of him, and he wanted to wail at the loss of contact. He was more than half-fearful that now that he had agreed Glorfindel would leave him here. Alone to be found by whatever wandering elf might come by. A soft brush of lips against his wet cheek reassured him.

Long, slender fingered hands moved over him. He shivered. Haldir felt the sharp edge of the elven blade slide through the silk of his tunic effortlessly, could feel the coolness as his over-heated flesh was exposed slowly to the other elf's gaze. He trembled like a newborn fawn as the material was gently cut from arms, chest. He felt Glorfindel pause above him, and heard the dagger fall carelessly to the grassy sward.

The smell of niphredil hung thick in the air and the silence was unmanning. Even the insects that sang their nightly chorus to the stars were hushed. He risked a glance at Glorfindel and found his breath caught in his throat.

The older elf seemed clothed in the glory of the firmaments, a claiming fire burned in Glorfindel's gaze, the elder elf stroked gentle fingers along his throat, ran one slender finger down the side of his ribcage, Haldir squirmed beneath the ticklish sensation an urge to giggle dancing through him. Never had he been the center of such focused desire.

Glorfindel continued the exploration of Haldir's body with his fingers, eyes intent upon the younger elf's face. Every fleeting expression noted and catalogued. When he came to the band of Haldir's leggings, he drew them down slowly, as if revealing a great treasure.

Haldir gasped as the cool night air kissed his erection. His hips rose of their own accord, seeking the heat and firmness of Glorfindel. Glorfindel gave an amused chuckle. "Not yet, meleth-nin", his soft voice wove beguilingly through the spell being created by his fingers.

Divested of boots and clothing, Haldir shivered. By the Lady, if looks could burn, he would be aflame! The heat pulsing from Glorfindel, burned and marked him, scorched his very spirit and filled him with an undeniable yearning. He had never wanted a lover so greatly in all his years. The sound of his desire filled the small glade.

"Shhh, 'tis well, pen-neth. Do not fret." Firm hands trailed over chest and hip, fingers curled to clasp the cusp of his hip and Haldir felt branded. The older elf trailed a series of delicate kisses along Haldir's jaw, his tongue lapping daintily at the corners of the Lorien elf's lips. He followed the path of his fingers down along the arched throat, paying homage to Haldir's swiftly bobbing adam's apple. Nuzzling warmly along the join of neck and collarbone, Glorfindel sent shivers of ecstasy rushing along Haldir's spine like ball lightning flaring in a summer storm.

Haldir jerked reflexively at the chains binding him, his hands twisting helplessly to pull at the links. Small gasps for air wracked him, shivers racing each other to and fro across his pleasure driven flesh.

Glorfindel paused above one pale rose nipple, waiting until Haldir opened eyes he had not been aware had closed. Then with loving reverence, the elder elf nosed the tender teat, flicking his tongue around the bud until it drew up tightly beneath his ministrations.

Haldir was moaning nearly non-stop, soft pleading noises pulsed from his throat in a series of cries that were growing louder and more needy as Glorfindel worshipped the younger elf's body. Glorfindel nipped the tight-drawn teat, causing Haldir to yip and arch into the seneschal's mouth. Pleasure and sweet pain twisted darkly through his body, lounging needful in his groin like a ravening beast.

Wet heat laved the injury, soothing the sharpness to desire. Fingers teased along burning flesh, kisses were planted in gentle abandon along his abdomen. His erection swayed and thumped against his flesh with each kiss and bite that Glorfindel graced him with. The tip of his penis pushed past the collar of skin. The head was colored a deep plum in aching need and pearl colored drops oozed almost continuously from the tiny slit.

A look of dark humor shaded Glorfindel's face as he stared up at Haldir. He blew a puff of cool air over the begging flesh, before flicking his tongue across the tip, tasting the dewdrop of Haldir's need.

"Ah! Elbereth! Gilthoniel! Saes!" Torment. Such sweet torment. He moaned and thrashed beneath Glorfindel, losing all knowledge of speech, his body arching in its need as heat consumed him.

Glorfindel refused to be hurried, the elder elf hooked his hands beneath each leg, lifting and pushing until Haldir was nearly doubled. He blew more cool air across the puckered opening to Haldir's body. Haldir lurched, his body sang like a too tautly strung bow, sweat dewed his flesh, making him gleam luminescent beneath Ithil's unyielding light.

Glorfindel kissed the dark entrance to Haldir's body. Flickering his tongue across the opening. Haldir mewled, the needful cry echoing throughout the wood. Haldir was long past caring about his dignity. He was long past coherent thought. All that mattered was the heat of Glorfindel's palms against his thigh, the wet fire of his tongue as it lashed the hidden opening to his body. Mercilessly the older elf would bring Haldir to the brink of completion, time and again, only to back away, leaving the younger elf a wordlessly pleading supplicant.

Just when Haldir thought he could take no more, Glorfindel plunged his tongue into the musky opening.

Haldir screamed. Undone. He was undone. Unmade. Made anew. A conflagration roared through him, more potent than the strongest of magics. He twisted helplessly in the vice of his passion, his voice gone hoarse from his cries.

A pulsing surge of energy purified him, pooling and swirling in his groin to sweep through his arched body with the relentlessness of the River Bruinen during spring thaws. Fire... fire... fire... lightning scorched him, surged through him, his orgasm was ripped from his helpless body, leaving him trembling powerless upon the shoals of a slowly growing awareness.

Soft crooning words broke over him, he was held fast by Glorfindel, his knees nearly to his ears, soft kisses were being placed on his inner thighs. Tears silvered his cheeks, he could feel their wetness and wondered when he had cried. Fear wove through the daze of completion as he stared at the elf that had mastered him so fully.

Glorfindel allowed no time for the fear to grow. It was as if he could read Haldir's thoughts and emotions. The older elf swiped his fingers through Haldir's spattered seed, forest dark gaze locking with Haldir's paler blue as he licked delicately at his fingers. "You are sweet, pen-neth."

Passion tinted the other elf's voice dark. Haldir shivered. "Saes... " His voice was a broken whisper dragged from the depths of desire. Glorfindel was not done with him, yet.

Shaking his head, Glorfindel gathered up the remnants of Haldir's spent passion, an unreadable look upon his face. With careful fingers, the seneschal tended Haldir's opening, smoothing the creamy substance over and into the dark entrance.

Haldir's heart did a curious thump and roll as he felt the slender fingers pushing into his body. Glorfindel touched something deep within him, which caused him to cry out with alarmed pleasure. With a sly-eyed look, Glorfindel repeated the motion, and again, intense pleasure rolled through him and Haldir gasped aloud, throwing his head back against the grasses.

With wild abandon Haldir began to move upon Glorfindel's fingers as much as his awkward position would allow. This seemed to be what Glorfindel had been waiting upon, the Lorien elf nearly sobbed at the loss when Glorfindel pulled his scissoring fingers from his body. Tension raced through him as he understood what would happen next. He stared mesmerized by that elf's dark, lust-filled gaze.

He half expected Glorfindel to ram his rigid sex into his tender opening that elf's eyes glittering so fierce with a fire that near eclipsed the normal green of his eyes. But it was not to be, with a gentle touch Glorfindel broached Haldir's body.

An aching tenderness pervaded Haldir and he felt pinned beneath that gaze, a helpless victim of the tenderness there. There was a pushing, a sharp pain and Haldir whimpered softly, then Glorfindel was within him, the heat of his erection pulsing and throbbing like a second heart buried in his body. Haldir sobbed, raising his hips in supplication. His sex jerked erratically and grew in response, as Glorfindel thrust slowly, inexorably into the tight heat of Haldir's body.

"Meleth-nin. Lirimaer. Nin bain." Glorfindel sang softly, eyes half shuttered as he watched the quickly changing emotions flashing across Haldir's face. With gentle patience, he continued to push inside Haldir's body, until Haldir finally felt the soft slap of Glorfindel's testicles against his buttocks. Glorfindel wrapped his fingers around Haldir's rapidly swelling flesh and began a gentle stroking. He matched the motion of his hand with that of his hips, slowly withdrawing from the tight heat of Haldir's body and then re-conquering every single centimeter of territory as he pushed inward.

Haldir felt tossed upon a sea of emotions. He cried out at each stroke within his body, as Glorfindel shifted and angled it so that his penis caressed that sweet spot hidden deep within his body with every thrust. Haldir was pinned between the sweet pain of Glorfindel's claiming thrusts and the tight welcoming heat of his hand. Pleasure and pain danced in a dark mix of delight and fire. Fireworks, the like of which even Mithrandir had not, danced behind tightly closed eyes.

Pleasure sang through him, it's song lifted in the fiery blaze of his surrender. Glorfindel's tenderness undid him, his passion singed him, he cried out as he felt the gathering storm in his loins. Glorfindel's motions became more erratic, harder, shoving him high up on his shoulders, his arms aching from the strain of his position, he felt Glorfindel's length swell impossibly larger within him and he cried out for the pleasure and the fear of it. He writhed and called out, twisting and moaning his rapture as he was pierced and penetrated over and over. Glorfindel pulled a second orgasm from him, bending low over his body to steal his soul with another mind-numbing kiss.

His wail of surrender rent the chill night air as Glorfindel's hot seed filled him. Displaced. He floated somewhere on a sea of sensation. He felt Glorfindel slowly lower his long legs, felt the ache in his loins that left him in no doubt as to who had been the victor in this particular contest.

Longing, hard and piercing filled him and Haldir shivered uncontrollably, shutting out his sight. He was frightened now of what he might be able to read in the Rivendell elf's gaze. Fearful still of what the elf might say. He forced his breathing into a calming pattern, scrambling rapidly to erect walls that had crumbled at but a touch from Glorfindel's hand.

The silence was deafening. He fervently wished the other elf would just leave, now, before Haldir dissolved before him. How could he have known what sweet bitterness delved behind his unwilling surrender. How he should have heeded Rumil's warning.

He should have known he loved Glorfindel. Yet he had turned a blind eye to his roiling emotions and walked open-eyed into this trap. He lay stiffly, waiting, waiting for the word, the rejection that would shatter him beyond hope, beyond redemption.

Haldir found himself trembling like a leaf in a windstorm, blown hither and thither and yon. His first urge was to struggle and run, to hide from this new knowledge of himself, yet he could not bring himself to leave the comfort of Glorfindel's strong arms.

He could feel Glorfindel studying him again, and he exhaled a sudden ragged breath, not realizing he had held it pent up while waiting for the other elf to callously dismiss him.

Slowly, he felt the dagger pulled from the mithril links and the chain untwined from about his sore wrists. He started as a soft kiss was placed on the inside of each bruised wrist. Fingers tenderly played among his braids, slowly unwinding them, and then combing them out about his shoulders.

Glorfindel's hand came to rest against his cheek, turning his face with care. "Do not hide from me, Haldir. Not now. Not ever. You are my own, and I will have no secrets between us, now." The words were spoken without taunt, Glorfindel's voice soft and coaxing, as if he were talking to a frightened bird.

Haldir blinked open his eyes to watch warily as Glorfindel hovered above him. A thumb lightly stroked around his mouth. Haldir parted his lips, unthinkingly, as if to accept it inside. When he finally braved a glance at the older elf, his heart rose into his throat

Unbearable tenderness touched the deep green of Glorfindel's eyes and he lay down beside Haldir, pulling the younger elf into his embrace. He kissed Haldir upon his temple, a mere touch of his soft lips. Both predatory gaze and gentle acceptance met Haldir's unguarded look.

"I must return with Elrond to Rivendell, soon."

The words were so at odds to what Haldir perceived in Glorfindel's stare that he could not interpret them, at first. And when he did, his heart plunged off the precarious cliff upon which it had been balanced. Stiff lipped he sought to push away from the elder elf, but Glorfindel's arms tightened about him, refusing to release him so that he could gather what little dignity remained.

"Release me!"

Sighing, Glorfindel kissed the bent head. "I thought we had settled this, a'ready, tithen rhavon heledir-nin."

"Do not--" Haldir gulped hating his voice for breaking, hating himself for showing how much he cared.

Placing two fingers beneath Haldir's pointed chin, Glorfindel tipped the younger elf's face upwards. "You choose to misunderstand me, meleth-nin. I wish you to accompany me to Rivendell. My lord could always use an experienced guardian, and I, " Glorfindel combed his fingers through the unruly silver locks a wry smile twisting his stern features, "well--I would like to have you near to hand. You are young and given to much mischief, and I think I have my work cut out for me in watching over you."

Haldir bristled, anger flashing in his storm-colored eyes. "I need no keeper!"

Glorfindel's laughter danced merrily between them. "No. But it will reassure me to be so."

Haldir blinked.

Glorfindel traced his face with lazy kisses. "You are mine and mine alone and I do not share with anyone. And what is mine, I am sworn to protect. I have given you a piece of me and require no less of you. Are you frightened? Will you give yourself into my keeping?"

A great joy thrummed through Haldir as he lifted his face, pressing his lips against Glorfindel's. "No. And yes."

Laying his head upon Glorfindel's chest, Haldir relaxed into the circle of his lover's arms. There were many plans yet to be made, much left to be said. He would need to speak with Lord Celeborn and his Lady and ask permission to leave Lothlorien for a time.

He made note to himself to make sure that he gave Rumil his best quiver full of arrows before he left for Rivendell and an apology as he would be unavailable to take Rumil's watch this next season.

Finis

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 Resource:

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