Title & Chapter Number: Lord Celeborn's Book 8/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of these boys are mine though I did invent the book.
Warnings: Slash
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir/Glorfindel
Timeline: Pre LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir gets a visitor, a horny old goat of an elf!
Notes: May is resposible for me loving Glorfindel too!
Celeborn's 'Little' Guardian
Glorfindel decided to stay around the forests of Lorien for awhile. There was a certain young Guardian that he meant to tame. He asked leave of Lord Celeborn to visit the Northern Fences. Celeborn had merely smiled and nodded, thinking perhaps his March Warden might teach Elrond's `old goat' a little something.
Rumil was the only one of the brothers he saw, when he arrived at the spot he and Elrond had met Haldir a few days before. He was flanked by three other guardians, and they stopped Glorfindel.
"My Lord, are you lost?" Rumil never was one for small talk.
"I am looking for your brother." Glorfindel smiled his charming smile at the handsome young elf. This one was with Elrond's twins? Still waters really do run deep, he thought.
"Which one?" Rumil looked a bit amused. Glorfindel sensed that his and Elrond's passage a few days ago did not go unnoticed by anyone.
"The oldest one, the haughty, cold one."
Rumil grinned, "Haldir said something about being tired of all the noise." Glorfindel laughed. No one was quieter than the Guardians of Lorien, not even Galadriel herself could hear one of them if he chose not to be heard.
"In a bad mood, is he?" Glorfindel tried to keep from smiling.
"Said something else about old interlopers. You would not know what he meant, would you?" Rumil was still having a hard time looking serious. Evidently, the goings on of his captain and brother were a source of amusement to Rumil.
Glorfindel shook his head. "I thought I would say hello to him, before I go back home to Imladris."
"I do not know where he is, but he is probably either hunting or swimming. He does both a lot. The swimming hole is that way." Rumil pointed to the west. "If he is hunting, he will find you."
Glorfindel thanked the young elf and made his way to the swimming hole. Haldir was sitting on the bank, looking pensively toward the water. He was also completely naked, with his bow and quiver laying beside him.
Without turning around, he said, "If you come any closer, I will send you home to Elrond looking like a pincushion."
"Hello, Haldir of Lorien." Glorfindel was not afraid. Indeed, he would have been shocked if Haldir had been friendly to him. He would have been disappointed too.
"What do you want, Lord Glorfindel?"
"I came by here on my way back to Imladris to see you, my fair elf."
Haldir rose gracefully from his seat on the bank and turned to look at the golden elflord.
Glorfindel came very close to losing his composure as he gazed on the beauty of the forest guardian. Haldir was tall, not as tall as Celeborn, but tall nonetheless, his shoulders were broad for an elf, his hips were narrow and his legs long. Glorfindel did not fail to notice that his penis was not entirely flaccid either. It was his face that was arresting, though. His dark brows arched perfectly over cool blue eyes that seemed to flash death at one moment and incredible pleasure the next. His lips were full, and at the moment, were sneering at him. All Glorfindel could think of was what they would look like wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock.
"What is your business with me, my Lord?" He said Lord as if it were a curse.
"You know, if you do not show your elders a little respect, one of them might just spank your perfect little bottom for you." Glorfindel smiled at him. He had been a haughty young elf once too. Elrond had no respect at all for his age and experience and often said he still was a bit too big for his trousers. Elrond had perfect ways of reminding him when he got too high and mighty. He'd had a spanking or two himself.
Haldir raised that perfect brow.
Glorfindel just smiled at him and sat down on the bank.
"Do you swim here often, Haldir?"
Haldir was surprised by the mundane question. So he answered. "It soothes me, when I cannot rest."
"Come sit by me, then, and tell me what troubles you."
Glorfindel didn't expect an answer.
"The very air itself is oppressive of late, my Lord. I know not why. I have seen it on my Lady's face, in Cele- Lord Celeborn's eyes. I see more Orcs at the border, more strangers. Sometimes I am so troubled that I do not rest."
Glorfindel wanted to pull the naked March-warden into his arms, but knew that his embrace would not be welcomed yet by Haldir.
"That is not all, I think."
"It is all I will tell you, my Lord Glorfindel." Haldir got up and began dressing, pulling his leggings on quickly and roughly lacing them before pulling his tunic and cloak on. He didn't bother with his boots, just picked them up, along with his bow and quiver. He walked away without a word to the older elf.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel sat for a long time, looking into the water and thinking perhaps he had made a mistake with this one. Maybe he shouldn't trifle with Haldir. He got up, feeling older and wearier than he had in some time, and made his way back to the talan that Haldir shared with his brothers.
He decided not to climb the tree. He wasn't a tree elf. He sat down instead and waited.
Haldir appeared and sat down at his side. Glorfindel smiled at him.
"Why did you come up here? Why are you seeking me?"
Glorfindel looked at him and considered his answer. "Well, initially, I just thought you would be a fun one to tame, but things have become complicated, have they not?"
Haldir simply said, "I love him and so does my Lady. I felt … uneasy that you and Lord Elrond were… with him."
Glorfindel said nothing for several minutes. "I love Elrond the way you love Lord Celeborn. I would never presume to attempt to take Celeborn's love from you."
He raised a hand and smoothed back a strand of silvery blond hair from Haldir's face. He felt the younger elf trembling ever so slightly. Glorfindel himself was surprised when Haldir brought Glorfindel's hand over his mouth and snaked his tongue out. He swept it up across the older elf's palm in an unmistakable motion.
"What game do you play, Haldir of Lorien?"
"I-I would have you do with me what you did with my Lord."
"Elrond did more than I did, little one, though I did taste your Lord's delights."
He saw Haldir's eyes darken the smallest bit. "Then maybe I should do to you what Elrond did to my Lord."
How the other elf could look hot and cold at the same time, Glorfindel did not know. But he did. His eyes were cold with anger and hot with lust. He glanced down at leggings stretched tight across a now obvious erection.
"I do not think you want to try it."
Haldir's eyes flashed. "Maybe I do."
This one was moody! All forlorn one minute and ready to fight the next. It was no wonder Celeborn was so fond of him. He was all passion under that icy demeanor. Glorfindel wanted him more than ever now. His own blood was stirring.
"Then do it." Glorfindel knew that he was going to have to physically fight the younger elf and was amazed at how aroused it made him. His hand was still in Haldir's. Without ever taking his eyes from the younger elf's, he brought Haldir's hand to his mouth. He sucked the guardian's index finger deep into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it as he had Lord Celeborn's penis. His other hand slid down to the bulge the younger elf's leggings. He caressed him through the soft suede, noticing the minute shift of Haldir's hips.
He waited for the other elf to make his move. He could read lust in those dark blue eyes. Haldir finally pulled his hand from Glorfindel's mouth and kissed the elflord. His kisses were like the sweetest honey, deep but gentle, coaxing a moan from the older elf. He maneuvered Glorfindel against the tree, pinning him with his kisses as well as his hands.
Glorfindel forced himself to relax a bit, let Haldir think he'd won. When he felt tense muscles relax, he grabbed Haldir with both hands and pushed him to the ground on his back. He landed on top of him, pinning him and grabbing both wrists and pulling them up over his head. He ground his hips into the forest guardian.
"I do not give in so easy, my little one."
Haldir wiggled beneath him, making them both breathe even harder. "I am NOT little, and I am not yours."
Glorfindel kissed him, a kiss meant to dominate, and Haldir bit his lip, not hard enough to hurt a great deal, but he did break the skin. The struggle was exciting to both of them, but Glorfindel knew that Haldir would die before admitting it. He did concede to himself that there was nothing little about Haldir. He bit him back, marking his tender neck with teeth marks. A moan escaped from Haldir's mouth, a moan he tried to hold back.
Glorfindel shifted so he held the young elf's wrists in one hand, while he unlaced Haldir's leggings with the other hand, freeing his hard cock, taking it into his hand.
"You certainly are not little." Glorfindel moved up and sucked an ear tip while he stroked in such an erratic way that he knew his young friend wouldn't come too quickly. Haldir was still trying to get away, but his hips were moving up and down, his soft grunts giving away his neediness. Glorfindel relented and began moving in a more rhythmic fashion.
"Stop. I …oh…oh…do not stop…coming…so hard…" Finally his words trailed off as his hot semen coated Glorfindel's hand. He lay panting on the ground as the older elf licked his hand then he cleaned Haldir, his tongue lingering on silken skin.
Anger still blazed in those blue eyes as Haldir watched him. Glorfindel wanted to be buried in him now, but he knew Haldir still wasn't going to concede his defeat. He sucked the younger elf's already hardening cock into his mouth. Gods, he was delicious, Glorfindel thought as he sucked a few stray drops from his tender head. He smiled at the way Haldir flexed his hips without meaning to.
He looked up, letting Haldir slip from his mouth. "I am going to take you, here, now, on the ground."
Haldir twisted away from him, but Glorfindel caught him and pulled him back. Haldir was kicking and twisting violently as he finally got out of Glorfindel's grasp. His mistake was deciding to lace up his leggings.
Glorfindel grabbed him in both arms wrestled him back to the forest floor. He yanked his leggings down and pulled the elf across his lap as if he were a wayward elfling. He smiled at the small yelp Haldir let out, when he smacked his pale bottom with his palm. He felt the little shift of slim hips so that Haldir's still hard cock was pressed firmly against his leg.
"If your Lord has not spanked you, then perhaps he should. You surely need a spanking, my sassy little one."
"NOT little!" Haldir spat as he wiggled in a futile attempt to roll off of Glorfindel's lap.
Smack! Followed by that sweet grunt from Haldir. "You are MY little one today, Haldir of Lorien, mine and no one else's." He pulled him up and turned him around until the young elf sat on his knees with his leggings around his own knees. When Haldir looked at him, there still was cold disdain and hot lust in his face.
"I do not want you."
Glorfindel simply reached down and caressed Haldir's erection. "You think not?"
"NO!" He surprised Glorfindel by leaning into him for a kiss, another one of those honey sweet ones. He wondered what the other elf had in mind this time. He really didn't care very much, for his own need was gnawing at him now, driving him. He began to undress Haldir.
Minutes later, he told the naked elf, "Now, remove my clothing, little one."
Haldir looked like he was going to balk, but nodded and began to unfasten Glorfindel's tunic.
"Did Lord Celeborn… did he come in your mouth?"
"Yes. I was in front of him and Elrond behind and inside him."
The tunic was discarded on the ground and Haldir's hands were busy working the laces of his leggings. He looked into Glorfindel's eyes.
"I wish I were Lord Elrond then."
"Ohhhh, so that is what you wish. Have you told him? He is quite… accommodating, and he loves you enough, little one, to never say no to you."
Glorfindel was very shocked when Haldir moved back onto his lap once they both were naked and kissed him again. He moved so he was sitting facing Glorfindel with a leg on either side of him.
"I am jealous, my Lord," he whispered so softly that Glorfindel almost didn't catch it. He pulled Haldir against his chest and kissed him.
"Shall I tell you all we did? Would it soothe you or hurt you?" He didn't know how much longer he could stand to hold Haldir and not be inside him. "I want you, Haldir, now."
Haldir looked into his face and nodded. "Tell me of loving my Lord Celeborn, and I will acquiesce to your wishes."
Glorfindel reached for his discarded cloak and retrieved the bottle of oil he had tucked into an inside pocket. He didn't let Haldir moved from his lap, just oiled himself as the Lorien guardian watched. He sat with his back against the tree and helped the younger elf slide down onto him, still facing him with his straddling him.
As he slid into the hot tunnel with his oiled cock, Glorfindel began to tell Haldir what he and the other two elflords did in great detail. Haldir moved on him, grinding gently and slowly at first. Glorfindel told Celeborn's lover how he and Elrond had sucked the Lord of Lothlorien until he had come in Elrond's eager mouth, how Elrond had taken him like a horse of the Rohirrim. Haldir's eyes were glazed with passion now as Glorfindel reached to touch him.
Glorfindel was thrusting up into the beautiful creature in his lap now, his own need making it hard to talk. He continued, however haltingly, to tell Haldir what they had done, how later in the night, Lord Celeborn had taken him as Elrond had done.
"What did he say when he came inside you?" Haldir asked.
"Your name, over and over, he said `Haldir'." Glorfindel let his control go, when he felt the younger elf's body contract around him. He came hard, his hips jerking roughly up into the other elf as Haldir whispered "Celeborn" until he was spent.
~*~*~*~
Celeborn kissed his guardian passionately as soon as they were away from prying eyes. He had feared his lover would be angry with him.
"My Lord, I want to ask you if you will grant me a favor."
"If I can."
"Lord Glorfindel suggested that I ask you. He said you are most accommodating. What I want is…"
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