Title & Chapter Number: UnDone 1/1
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me cept the carpal tunnel...
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort
Betas: EmberVixen and Leanan
Cast: Haldir/Glorfindel
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Glorfindel and Haldir meet unexpectedly in the barns in Imladris after Haldir has hurt him ( hysically). More pain is spoken before comfort is sought by both.
Notes Taken from the mammoth Rivendell Reflections Rp... EmberVixen is a goddess... she plays Haldir like no other could... I bow to your greatness... queen of my heart... *grin*
He had dwelled in the House of Elrond since before the Last Alliance, and the Elven Lord had become his closest companion. Glorfindel was alone, having been sent back to Middle Earth without friend or kin. Elrond Peredhil had taken him into his house and treated the Golden Knight as a member of his household, nay, more than that, a friend.
Glorfindel tried to push away the details of his captivity that Elrond had expounded upon. They were too hideous to recall, and the idea of the Lord's soft flesh being burned, his long slender fingers being broken caused the seneschal to wince. He could not bear the thought of putrid fingers roaming Elrond's body. The seneschal longed to heal those fading scars with a soft touch, and pin the evil within his lord with his own body and squelch its pain with passionate kisses. But it would never be, had never been, for as much as Glorfindel wanted Elrond body and soul, the seneschal was bound to him in friendship.
Glorfindel straightened himself up and smoothed off his robes. His body was now poisoning his mind. He had a duty to Elrond, to aid his rule and to be his council; He would serve in this way. He could not allow his heart to rule no matter how hard it cried out. The House needed a seneschal and he had best get things back in order.
Glorfindel headed off in the direction of the stables, for without servants to tend them, the horses would need to be looked after. The seneschal had ridden Asfaloth rather hard the previous day and horse deserved a thanks. The golden elf was not prepared for the rush of emotion that surfaced as he passed the bath house. He had to keep that under lock and key or he would surely break in two. He could not even look at the March Warden after Elrond was freed for fear his rage would be his undoing. Glorfindel tried to calm the rising tide as he entered the stables and tended to his beloved Asfaloth.
~*~*~*~
Haldir grumbled to himself before he reached the room, realizing that he had, in fact, left half of what he needed in the stables, namely his tunics. Rather than go to his chambers clad in the one he had "borrowed", which was MUCH too tight, he decided that visit to his horse might be in order. He was certain no one had tended to the animal in some time and that it was in need of some attention anyway.
He wiped at his eyes with the back of the tunic's too-short sleeve irritably, feeling utterly annoyed by his lack of control over what he felt to be petty and lingering emotions. A sniveling elfling, that's what he acting like. He snorted, chiding himself. How childlike, indeed!
He reached the stables shortly, noticing that they appeared to be abandoned, which was no surprise to him considering what had just transpired. The people of Imladris were probably hiding amongst the trees and who could blame them? Haldir himself may very well have fled at the sight of Lord Elrond possessed by such Evil!
As Haldir entered the stables, he froze, discovering that he was, in fact, not alone as he had previously believed. The seneschal stood tending to his horse. He knew that sooner or later, he would have to speak with him about. . .well. . .but not now! Not after what had just happened between himself and the Mirkwood Prince! Haldir moved to back away, but it was too late. The other elf had spotted him.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel started at the sound of someone entering the stables. Perhaps the stable boy was still about. He was a brave lad and his love of the horses would not keep him away long. Glorfindel turned to speak, but the words caught short in his throat as the March Warden came into view. Glorfindel turned back to Asfaloth his anger barely contained. Had this insolent pup followed him here, perhaps to finish what he started? The seneschal's hand closed in a fist. He would not be taken so easily this time.
Haldir took a step back, wanting desperately to leave, but knowing that avoiding Glorfindel was nearly impossible. He could see that the other elf was tense and rightfully so. Mental images of the unspoken ordeal between them flashed before Haldir's mind and he grimaced. Yes, he had done those things. He swallowed hard, the barrage of pictures leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He would not run away from this, but rather face such things as he had always done, with pride and dignity, and perhaps this time, with a kind word, although he doubted that words could soothe the indignity the seneschal had suffered at his hands.
"My Lord Glorfindel," Haldir began, addressing the elf as respectfully as possible, "I mean you no harm. I have merely come to retrieve my vestments." The archer held his hands out, palms up, showing that he bore no weapon.
Glorfindel could not look up to meet the Elf 's gaze, by the Valar; he had faced the Morgath darkness with less apprehension. Stroking his fingers along Asfaloth's muzzle, Glorfindel replied coolly.
"Then retrieve them, Haldir for it would not suit someone of your.. station .... to be seen unsuitably attired"
The ice in the seneschal's tone froze Haldir's already stiffened heart into a momentary stillness and the archer flinched. "Glorfindel," Haldir said, boldly taking a step towards the bristling elf. "I must.. . speak with you."
Glorfindel turned on the advancing Elf, his anger pushing away any dignified response. "And what would you say to me, *gwarth ( betrayer)? Perhaps you would ask to sign your masterpiece. I hear it is a wonderful likeness."
Glorfindel's color began to rise. and he stepped towards the March Warden, his eyes flashing.
"Well...." the seneschal paused, crossing his arms about his chest." Speak up .... I grow weary of this game."
Although the seneschal had every right to his fury, Haldir could not suppress a snarl of his own.
"Do you honestly BELIEVE that I wished to do those. . .th-those THINGS to you?!" he growled, seeking to suppress the growing rage he felt within himself as it peaked into a boiling anger.
His usually calm and somewhat haughty demeanor faltered gratuitously beneath the cloak of regret and despair, the unintentional wounds of Legolas all too fresh within his memory. He rubbed at his eyes once more, shaking his head, for they felt as dry as sand and sticky as a freshly oozing cut. Caught between emotional weakness and the great need to repent, he clenched his teeth, struggling valiantly to still his insurmountable grief, both ashamed and enraged that he could not.
Glorfindel was not surprised by the March Warden's reply. It was so typical of the haughty Lorien Elf to turn the attention back to himself. But there was something different about him, some thing in his eyes did not reflect the fire spewing from his mouth.
Glorfindel swallowed hard, his posture relaxing. There were tears forming in the March Warden's eyes. Tears that he was having a great deal of trouble concealing. Haldir of Lorien was not one to show much emotion and this fact alone doused the seneschal' s rage.
Glorfindel turned back towards his horse. "Retrieve your clothing Haldir..." Haldir could stand this no longer. He strode towards the seneschal and placed a firm hand on the elf's shoulder.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice quaking with anger and a suffering he could not temper.
Glorfindel turned slowly, his anger still just below the surface. He would not be prodded to fight.
Glorfindel raised his blue eyes to meet Haldir's. " Alright....I'm looking."
Haldir gripped the elf's shoulder a bit more tightly than he had intended, but met his gaze with unflinching resolve.
"Look into my eyes as I speak these words, Glorfindel, and try to listen to my heart as it speaks to yours. Never would I rationally commit such an act against another of my kind. NEVER! How can I look upon you here before me now without recalling the revulsion of that which I cannot even conceive? How can I say that I am. . ." Haldir paused, wanting to say more, wanting to extend the apology, however dumbfounded it may sound, but the words stuck in his throat in a bitterly sharp lump.
He let his hand fall to his side, releasing the elf's shoulder and turned away abruptly, one hand pressed to lips as if silencing himself from further worsening what was already proving to be a fruitless endeavor. No, he would not break. Not here. Not now. Not like this. A shuddering sigh escaped him as he said stiffly; "I shall leave you to your thoughts."
Glorfindel was speechless, never had he heard such raw emotion utter from Haldir's mouth. He was apologizing, more than that, he was agonizing, over what had transpired in the baths. His body all but sagged with the weight of the expression. The seneschal could barely keep his own emotions in check, for he had never seen this proud Galadhrim in such a vulnerable state. Glorfindel was as much to blame....had he not had the injured Elf at his blade point threatening to cut short his breath.
"Haldir....mellon....I too, am sorry for what transpired between us. The darkness set a fog upon my sense of proper action, and I feel that I am as much to blame for our tense relation as you. Please mellon, do not despair so."
Haldir straightened his shoulders, his back still to the seneschal as the other elf now laid a hand upon him. "I am not. . . despairing," he said a bit shortly. "I am. . " The power of speech suddenly eluded him and he could not recall the words that he had intended to speak . A strangled gasp of a stifled sob escaped him despite his efforts to muffle it with his hand.
Glorfindel felt the Elf 's shoulders tremble beneath his hand., a sob breaking forth, in denial of pent up emotion. Glorfindel pulled the March Warden back against his body, wrapping his arms around the Elf's shaking shoulders, whispering words meant to comfort.
"Do not seek to hide your pain, Haldir. Give it release."
Haldir felt the warmth of the seneschal's body pressed against his back as the other elf held him tightly. He wanted to pull himself from Glorfindel's embrace, to snarl that he did not need to release anything of the sort, but instead, a wracking sob heaved his chest and he cried out in anguish, "Aiya, mankio?!" (oh, why!?)
The seneschal could barely contain his own grief, for he had asked that question in the dark of his own despair many times. Why indeed... and the answer whispered back on the night air was always the same. *Because it is so....*
Glorfindel turned the sobbing elf to face him, and raised his chin with his hand forcing the other's dark gaze to his.
"There is no answer that will heal your heart Haldir of Lorien, but may you take comfort in what ease I can give" The seneschal leaned down and brushed his lips softly against the Galadhrims' mouth.. Haldir stiffened in surprise. Had Glorfindel gone mad once more? He gasped and pulled away momentarily, studying the seneschal warily. The other elf was quite beautiful with his long, flowing flaxen hair much like Haldir's, although Glorfindel's features were a bit more chiseled and refined, almost aristocratically so. The seneschal was exquisitely alluring. Haldir wondered why he had never noticed this before.....
Glorfindel's blue eyes registered only sincere compassion . . . and a hint of something more. Unconsciously, Haldir licked his lips, the taste of the other's mouth still lingering sweetly.
Glorfindel held Haldir's startled gaze in his own, for surely the beautiful Elf knew his meaning. Haldir was not known for his naiveté, and the seneschal sought to press the "comfort" a little further. Placing a hand on the back of the Galadhrim's neck he leaned in to claim Haldir's lips once more, this time more firmly and more demanding, dispelling any misconception of his intentions.
The warmth of Glorfindel's mouth upon his erased the lingering thread of doubt that flashed before Haldir's mind as he pressed his body against that of the seneschal's, sliding his hands over the elf's smooth face and deepening the unexpectedly pleasant kiss with a teasing flick of his tongue. He had not come here for this, but suddenly he craved it. Needed it. His fingers tangled in Glorfindel's golden hair as he ravished the elf's mouth with his own in fierce longing, feeling the heat from Glorfindel's body radiating to mingle with own.
Glorfindel moaned softly, the velvet softness of the Galadhrim's mouth teasing his own desire to the surface. Slender hands caressed his face, holding him closer to Haldir's heated body. The seneschal had denied himself this exquisite pleasure for far too long, and his desperate need rushed hands that pulled at the Lorien's tunic, fumbling with the clasps like an elfling in heat.
Haldir pulled away and smiled almost coyly. "Do you desire to see more of me, mellon?" he asked, lips curving into a sly grin.
"Indeed I do, meleth. . . and the sooner, the better!" Glorfindel smiled wickedly, grabbing Haldir by the tunic and jerking him forcibly against the heat of his mouth once more.
Haldir never would have guessed Glorfindel had it in him to be so. .. possessively rough. The seneschal's suddenly demanding actions were positively lovely. Haldir licked Glorfindel's lips and nibbled at the underside of his chin playfully. "If you wish to see more, then take it off yourself," he coaxed invitingly, eyes alight with desire.
The seneschal did not wait, for the invitation was barely spoken before he had the Galadhrim pressed up against the stall doorframe, divesting the Elf of his tunic with surprising efficiency. Pale flesh exposed, Glorfindel lapped at Haldir's throat, trailing his heated tongue from neck to belly, his hands sliding down the archer's finely muscled arms, thumbs hooking the waistband of the Elf's breeches.
Haldir's nimble fingers worked swiftly as he slid the seneschal's deep blue robes from his shoulders and yanked the tunic from his body in one quick motion, pulling it over the elf's head and tossing it aside.
His eyes roamed hungrily over Glorfindel's half naked form appreciatively as he slid a hand down the front of Glorfindel's breeches, his fingers curling around the straining hardness of his arousal.
"My, but you are impressive," Haldir purred, caressing the elf with a sensual tickle of his fingers before squeezing him teasingly. "Are you as skilled with *this* weapon as you are with your sword?" Glorfindel moaned as nimble fingers closed around his erection, nearly losing his balance with the sheer ecstasy of the touch.
"Spar with me, mellon-nin, and you shall see my skill in action....perhaps more than once." With a growl, Glorfindel pushed Haldir harder against the frame with his body, trapping the Elf's hand between both their burning desires and claiming the Lorien's mouth in a kiss that threatened to steal the breath from the Galadhrim's lungs.
Haldir hoisted one leg to Glorfindel's hip and dragged it languidly downward, all the while stroking the sleek hardness between his thighs with one hand.
"Is that an invitation, Herumin?" Haldir panted, his voice but a rasping whisper of lust.
He plunged his tongue between Glorfindel's lips before the other elf could answer and savored the taste of him, pressing his own swelling arousal against the crotch of the seneschal's soft leather breeches.
Haldir smiled fiendishly, a lock of his silvery hair falling across one eye as he tossed his head loftily. "Spar with me then, meleth, for I am always up for a good thrust of the sword."
Glorfindel slid his hands down Haldir's body pushing away slightly to deftly loosen the laces on the Elf breeches. Dropping to his knees he tugged the garment over the Galadhrims hips, freeing the Lorien's erection from its confining prison of leather. The seneschal grasped Haldir by the hips and smiled up through a curtain of tousled gold.
"I want to see if the rest of you Lorien Elves taste as good as your lips...." Warm lips slipped over swollen flesh as Glorfindel took Haldir's entire length into his mouth sucking and pulling in an excruciatingly slow rhythm.
He shivered deliciously as Glorfindel's warm mouth slid over the full length of his arousal and sucked, as if seeking to drink the essence of his soul. Never had he been seduced by one such as this. Perhaps the elf's age lent him an erotic mysticism that even Haldir could not comprehend
"Mordor fires!" Haldir moaned, gripping the stall's wooden frame with one hand as Glorfindel's tongue worked in a sensual, pulsating circle against his throbbing flesh. "Ooooooh, Vala Noma!"
A rising crescendo of heat stirred within him and he felt his release building with every stroke of Glorfindel's skilled tongue, pushing him closer to the edge of titillating pleasure until he could hold back no longer. With a shuddering gasp, he surrendered his to his climax, groaning as his warmth rushed to fill the seneschal's mouth, his lithe body convulsing with the force of it.
Glorfindel swallowed the full force of the Elf's release; letting the tangy sweetness that was Haldir wash across is tongue. Releasing the still throbbing member from his lips, the seneschal snaked his way up the Galadhrim's body trailing his hand across the Elf's smooth chest to tangle in a mass of flowing silver hair.
The golden Lord breathed huskily into the Elf 's ear. "Lle desiel, meleth-nin?" ( are you ready?)
"Aye," Haldir panted, "but first, let me ready you, my Lord."
Haldir sank to his knees before the golden-haired elf and gripped his buttocks tightly with both hands, pulling Glorfindel against him. He nuzzled the thatch of curls between his thighs before running his tongue over Glorfindel's hardness. He grasped him with one hand and immersed the seneschal's arousal in his hot mouth, licking and sucking only briefly, coating his proud member in slick saliva.
Glorfindel steadied himself as Haldir took care to slicken the golden Lord's swollen shaft with a practiced tongue, the lightest of teasing touches bringing surges of white heat to the seneschal's groin. Glorfindel moaned loudly as the mouth released, Haldir silencing the seneschal's protest with a seal of his lips.
He then rose to his feet, pressing one last kiss to Glorfindel's eagerly parted lips. "Love me, mellon-nin."
*Love me, mellon-nin*...
The words were like silken fingers wrapping around his arousal, taking him so high he feared he would reach the summit before he even tasted of the Lorien' Elf's tight pleasure.
Grabbing a blanket off a nearby stall, the seneschal tossed it quickly to the ground, a mere triviality, for Glorfindel would have taken this Elf on the side of a mountain of thorns if he had the chance! The Elven Lord grabbed Haldir about the waist from behind, rubbing his arousal between the Galadhrim's rounded cheeks and lowered him slowly to the blanket to rest his hands and knees.
Haldir raised his backside slightly and bore back against the seneschal's weeping arousal, teasing the slickened shaft against his puckered entrance. He groaned in anticipation, arching his back upward, begging to be taken.
He desperately wanted the seneschal inside of him. . .and now! Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled mischievously. "Sword-play..." he said, his voice a low rumble of heated lust.
Glorfindel moaned loudly easing the tip his throbbing member inside of the eager Galadhrim, the tight heat of Haldir's body squeezing him in a pleasant vice of desire as drove deeper still, extracting a shivering inhalation from the archer.
The seneschal grabbed a fistful of Haldir's still damp hair and jerked his head back, leaning to nibble at the nape of his neck as he partially withdrew and thrust harder.
"What do you think of my swordsmanship now, March Warden?" Glorfindel asked in panting whisper.
"I think that you are. . .y-you are. . .ooooohhh," Haldir moaned as Glorfindel squeezed one side of his hips with his free hand and plunged into him, snapping his head back at the same time with handful of hair, forcing him into submission.
The erotic duality of Glorfindel's sudden and intense domination thrilled Haldir beyond words, for very rarely would the Lorien elf allow anyone to rule him in such a manner.
The seneschal's hand snaked beneath Haldir's belly to firmly grasp the hardness between his legs.
"Will I be your undoing once more, meleth-nin?" Glorfindel asked solicitously, stroking Haldir's arousal into throbbing stiffness.
"I fear. . .that you might," Haldir rasped as Glorfindel took him hard and fast, teasing his rigid member all the while with the insistent caress of his capable fingers.
The billowing crest of pleasure's peak rose sharply within Glorfindel, the heat of it spreading like molten fire throughout his entire his body and he cried out in blissful delectation, spilling his warmth into Haldir's body with a ragged gasp as his lithe frame shuddered with the ferocity of that which he had denied himself for so long. The sound of Glorfindel's passion culminated with Haldir's searingly climactic release as the Galadhrim strained against his hand, the seneschals' fervent touch, milking waves of pleasure from his body.
Haldir collapsed onto the blanket in panting heap, Glorfindel following shortly afterwards, gathering the naked Galadhrim in his arms as the archer snuggled against his chest with a sigh of contentment, allowing himself to be held.
Glorfindel lay with the March Warden in his protective embrace, savoring the heated glow of the sexual aftermath. No longer would he deny his body the pleasure of another's touch, for he had lived to long alone, crying in the darkness. He was going to live in light once more.
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