Title & Chapter Number: In Defense Of My Lord 1/1 [Series: Love and Nobility 1]
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The Elves belong to Tolkien, much to my dismay. I make no profit from this work and it is written for my own amusement.
Warnings: Slash; Spanking; Bondage; Semi-Non Con
Betas: Alex
Cast: Erestor/Haldir
Timeline: AU – Pre Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir is rude to the Lord of Imladris. Erestor takes exception to the arrogant Marchwarden and decides to teach him to respect his superiors.
Notes: This was inspired by naughty, arrogant, Haldir in Runedancer's lovely fic. Alex wants Erestor, so here you are my dear!
Haldir stood in the talan high above the forest floor and looked out into the field beyond. His far-seeing gaze rested on riders approaching from the east.
"Riders from Imladris."
Haldir regarded his younger brother, Orophin, standing next him, blonde hair fluttering in the breeze. His normally joyous face was clouded and Haldir knew that he pined for the golden-haired Glorfindel. It angered him that the Elf-lord never acknowledged Orophin's existence. Perhaps he thought himself above a petty Silvan Elf. Rage spread through Haldir as he thought of his beloved brother having to endure yet another visit from Imladris' messenger.
"Go farther down the Fence, Brother. I will see to our `guests'." Haldir said with a soft smile.
For a brief moment, Orophin looked torn between hiding and the longing to see his heart's desire. "As you order, Brother."
Haldir turned and regarded the party as it drew nearer. His face stern, his anger well hidden beneath the mask of indifference he wore. Tis no warm welcome you shall receive here, he thought to himself, as he leapt gracefully from tree branch to tree branch towards the forest floor.
It wasn't long before the party of Elves reached the edge of the forest where Haldir stood. They reigned in their horses and the lead rider nodded slightly at Haldir.
Haldir was surprised to see Lord Elrond at the head of the party and not his fair-haired Seneschal. Still, his anger was not defused and he did not return the nod. It was a custom of courtesy more than a requirement and given, regardless of actual status, though it was considered rude to not acknowledged the nobles of their race.
"What is your business here?" Haldir asked in a haughty tone, knowing full well that whatever business had brought the Lord of Imladris to this realm was not of his concern.
Elrond regarded the arrogant Marchwarden with a bemused expression. Surely, he would have received a warmer welcome if he had ridden to the Black Gates of Mordor. "I have business with your Lord and Lady, Warden."
Haldir continued to regard the party as if he were actually considering Lord Elrond's answer. He would not refuse him, of course. "You may pass."
"Thank you, Warden. May the stars shine upon you." Elrond bowed his head in respect before spurring his horse.
Haldir did not return the parting with like words, but sneered at the party as they passed.
~*~*~*~
Erestor was furious. That arrogant, pompous, rude, insufferable Elf had not shown one ounce of courtesy towards Lord Elrond. Never mind that he was Lord of Imladris, son-in-law of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, but he was an Elf and that alone demanded cordiality. How dare that ill-bred, insolent excuse for a border guard look down at them, as if they were Orkish trash sent to befoul his woods!
Elrond watched as his chief advisor fumed. It was very obvious that he had taken exception to the `greeting' they had received. He was normally so calm and reserved that Elrond was mildly surprised by the look of fury on the dark haired Elf's face. It would not do to have him in such as state when they reached Caras Galadon. It would be better to let Erestor wander in the woods a bit and seek to set his anger aside.
"Erestor," Elrond called softly.
"Yes, my Lord," Erestor said abruptly. He flushed as he realized that he had snapped. "Forgive me, my Lord. I did not mean to speak to you in such a manner."
Elrond smiled. "You seem vexed by the young Warden's demeanor."
Erestor frowned as he replayed the scene in his mind once again. "Yes, my Lord. He was very rude and should be reported as soon as we enter the city."
"I think there is more to his actions than would appear, Erestor," Elrond replied sagely. "I think we shall let his behavior pass."
"But, my Lord," Erestor was outraged.
"Nay, my friend, I will hear no more on the subject. I would ask that you seek the peace of the woods to ease your worries."
Erestor nodded, tight-lipped, at his lord. "Of course, my Lord."
Elrond smiled faintly to himself as he watched the younger Elf turn his horse off the main road and enter the denser forest beyond. He had a sense that there would be a reckoning between him and the arrogant Warden. He knew not how or why, but sensed also, that it would lead to great joy in the future.
~*~*~*~
Erestor found a small-secluded glade. He removed the tack and harness from his horse and allowed it to wander as it would. He had no fear of it running off like the ill-bred human horses. He settled himself on the ground and continued to fume.
Haldir had been following the party at a discreet distance. He should have escorted them to the gates, but pride and anger kept him from extending that courtesy. He would most likely receive a tongue-lashing from Lord Celeborn for his ill behavior, but he cared not. He noticed the dark-haired Elf leave the path after speaking to Lord Elrond.
The slight Elf looked very bookish in his long traveling robes, and Haldir wondered if he would be able to defend himself. He ignored the fact that the borders were well guarded, and the odds of anything attacking the other Elf were slim. He also ignored the little voice in the back of his mind that warned him to not pick a fight with the Imladris Elf. He was a guest, and if Haldir chose to take out his anger on him, there could be dire consequences.
Haldir crept from tree to tree until he was looking down into the glade. He had never seen this particular Elf before. He would have remembered if he had. His long black hair was swept back from his face in a single braid that still left the back free to fall to his waist. His face was beautiful and his gray eyes sparkled. Haldir forgot about being angry, the only thing he felt was lust. He wanted this Elf and resolved to have him.
Erestor was well aware that he was being watched and by whom. So the arrogant fool thinks he can spy on me, he fumed silently. He had half a mind to teach the Warden a lesson in courtesy. He continued to feign ignorance as the other Elf dropped stealthily to the ground. He reached a hand into his pack and retrieved a small pouch. He had made up his mind to do it. Lord Elrond would not bring up the subject with Lord Celeborn, but Erestor would see to his punishment.
Haldir was mildly surprised when the other Elf stood and faced him, shaking out his long brown robes so that they fell neatly around his leggings. "You should not be here in the woods alone. It can be dangerous."
Erestor ignored the disdainful look the other sent him. "I am quite capable of taking care of myself, Warden."
"You will not find your books to be of much use here," Haldir sneered. There was no shame in scholarly pursuits, but Haldir didn't care. "Perhaps, I should escort you to the city. I am sure that your lord would be most displeased if you fell and ripped your pretty gown."
Erestor bristled at the offensive use of the word `gown'. He may not be dressed as a warrior, but he could handle himself in a fight. "I have no need for your arrogant, ill-mannered company, and you should flee my sight before I teach you a lesson in etiquette."
Haldir snorted. "Do not presume to think that you can best me in a fight. Maybe I will show you the dangers of being alone in the woods, unprotected."
Erestor did not miss the look of lust in the Warden's eyes as they swept over him. "What is your name, you ill-bred ruffian?"
"Haldir, but you can scream any name you like when I take you. Would you prefer to be on your knees or on your back, like a female?"
Erestor smiled congenially. "Well, Haldir of Lórien, I am Erestor. You will remember my name for many years to come when I have finished with you."
Haldir laughed at Erestor's threat. He should have taken him more seriously. He might have seen the bit of cloth in Erestor's hand as the slighter Elf lunged at him. He might have prevented himself from being knocked down to the ground like an untried youth. He might not have inhaled sharply, flooding his lungs with the sweet smell of the oil used by healers to send their patients into blissful oblivion before they worked on their wounds. He simply slipped away into darkness without so much as a whimper.
~*~*~*~
Erestor stood behind Haldir admiring his handiwork. He had thrown one end of a long piece of rope over a thick tree branch that crossed the center of the glade. One end he had secured around the trunk of a sturdy birch tree at the edge of the small clearing, and the other end was tied around Haldir's wrists. The Lórien Elf hung naked with his toes barely touching the ground. Erestor had used two small lengths of rope to secure each ankle to small stakes he had fashioned and pounded into the ground so that Haldir's legs were spread.
Erestor took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his captive. He was tall and well muscled from decades of training. Golden hair fell well past broad shoulders, a stark contrast to the pale complexion of his skin. Erestor slowly circled Haldir letting his eyes sweep over him until he stood in front of him, and gray eyes met with sapphire blue ones.
Haldir was livid. He had returned to consciousness to find himself in a very compromising position: completely helpless. He had tested his bonds subtly and knew that they were sturdy. He didn't bother to struggle against them; it would change nothing and be a waste of energy.
Haldir studied his adversary instead. He had seriously underestimated the healer. The smaller Elf had removed his traveling robe and stood wearing only dark brown leggings. Haldir was surprised to see that his body was toned, considering he most likely spent his time with his nose in a book. Haldir felt himself start to stir and pushed aside his lustful thoughts.
"You are awake. Good, we have much to discuss," Erestor said calmly.
"You will release me," Haldir sneered. "If you think you will get away with tying me up, you are sadly mistaken."
Erestor laughed quietly. "I have already gotten away with it. And I will not release you until I have taught you some manners. I have seen Orcs who were better behaved than you."
"What are you going to do?" Haldir watched in confusion as Erestor walked over to a low bush at the edge of the small clearing. He couldn't see what the other Elf was doing.
Erestor selected a suitable thin branch from the bush and cut it with his utility knife. He ignored Haldir's question as he began to strip the twig of its leaves. "It is considered polite to nod your head in respect whenever you encounter another of our race, especially if they are of noble blood."
"What is that for?" Haldir asked somewhat nervously.
"Do you understand my first lesson in courtesy?" Erestor had finished removing the leaves and was carefully removing any burrs that marred the smooth surface of the branch.
"Yes, even the smallest Elfling knows that," Haldir spat out irritably. He wondered if this Elf was… unhinged.
"Tis as I thought." Erestor tested the switch with a few experimental flicks of his wrist. "You are not unmannered, you were purposely being rude."
"You have restrained me in this undignified position to discover that I was being rude," Haldir snorted in disbelief. "You had but to ask me, and I would have told you that. Now tell me what that blasted stick is for."
"This…" Erestor held out the switch so that Haldir could get a good look at it. "…is called a switch. Humans use it to punish their offspring when they misbehave."
Haldir's eyes widened as he considered the implications of Erestor's words. "You cannot mean to use that… barbaric form of punishment on me?"
A thin smile spread across Erestor's full lips. "Tis obvious by your behavior that your standard Elven upbringing did little to instill in you the values of the Firstborn. Since you wish to act like an ill-mannered Human, I shall punish you like one."
Haldir began to struggle even though he knew it was futile as Erestor walked out of his line of sight.
Erestor watched as Haldir tensed his buttocks in anticipation of the first blow. His mouth went dry at the sight of those pale globes quivering.
"Nay! You will not beat me in such an undignified man-" Haldir's words were cut off as a high-pitched whistling sound cut the air and a thin band of pain blossomed on his rear. He was unable to hold back the shriek that escaped his lips or the tears that welled in his eyes.
Erestor examined the result of his first blow. There was a raised welt crossing Haldir's left cheek. The skin had been broken and tiny drops of blood crowned the raised skin. He was satisfied that no lasting damage had been done, but realized that he must temper his blows so that he didn't permanently mar his captive's skin. It would be a crime to deface such beauty.
Haldir gritted his teeth, determined not to shame himself again. He could not stop the tears that streamed down his cheeks, and they only added to the humiliation of being whipped. His body jerked in response to the blows that fell across his ass and thighs. The sharp sting of the switch cutting into his skin was joined by a slow burn that intensified as the beating continued.
Erestor paused as he regarded the crisscross of welts and cuts that created a spider's web of crimson on the pale white background of Haldir's ass.
"So, Haldir of Lórien, do you see the error of your ways?"
Haldir hung his head as he heard Erestor move to stand in front of him. He did not want the other Elf to see him weeping like an Elfling.
"Yes," Haldir managed to croak, his normally musical voice sounding harsh and broken. "Release me. And I will show you the courtesy you are due."
Erestor reached up and buried his hands in the tangled mass of silken hair, jerking Haldir's head up so he could see his face. He was not shocked by the tears he found there, nor by the anger in Haldir's eyes. "You have learned nothing. I can see it in your eyes, you only think to sound repentant so that I will release you."
Haldir said nothing, but continued to stare hard at the Erestor, pride shining in his eyes.
Erestor released Haldir's hair and traced a finger down the smooth skin of this face. "You are such a proud, beautiful creature."
"You can whip me with your pathetic stick until the last of the Firstborn has left these shores, and I still will not concede to show any Elf of Imladris even one speck of respect. You think you are better than me. Every one of you thinks you are better than us." Haldir shut his mouth before he let Orophin's secret slip in anger.
Erestor noted that Haldir's penis was stiff. So, Erestor mused, he likes pain. Erestor had heard that pain could often lead to sexual arousal in some individuals. His own groin stiffened in response. He reached out and stroked the soft silky skin of Haldir's erection with his fingertips, smiling as the other Elf inhaled sharply.
Haldir managed to stifle the groan as he felt Erestor's fingers graze his erect penis. He had hoped that the other Elf wouldn't notice his aroused state.
"I can see that standard Human punishment has not had the intended effect that I was looking for." Erestor removed his hand, ignoring the subtle involuntary shift of Haldir's hips. "I shall have to seek a new way to punish you and make you see the error of your ways. Your body betrays you, Haldir. I think you rather enjoyed the beating I gave you."
Haldir muttered a foul litany of curses at Erestor.
"Tell me, as I am a healer and the Elven body is of great interest to me, did you come close to finding release? Were you on the edge of spilling your seed when I stopped? Did I deny you that pleasure?"
Haldir's face burned with embarrassment. He had been close to orgasm, and it had taken all his willpower to prevent it. He didn't need to answer Erestor's questions; the other Elf could see it written plainly on his face.
"I see," Erestor replied, raising a brow. "You must have extraordinary willpower to have resisted the urge to give yourself over to release."
"Are we finished with the biology lesson?" Haldir sneered.
Erestor smiled evilly. "We are just getting started. You will beg me with all the courtesy and respect that our kind are renowned for before this day is out."
"I sincerely doubt it. No words of the like shall pass from my lips."
"We shall see, Haldir. We shall see." Erestor returned to his pack and withdrew a smaller bag from it. It contained the various implements of his trade. He ignored his own sexual excitement as he began searching the bag for the things that he would need. He set them on top of the satchel and then retrieved a strip of fabric that would have normally been used to bind a wound. He returned to stand in front of Haldir.
Haldir watched through lowered lashes has Erestor gently wrapped a hand around his penis and began to stroke the length of it. He ground his teeth together and tried to concentrate on the trees in front of him, blocking out the wondrous feeling of that warm hand rubbing him.
Erestor stopped his attentions once Haldir's erection had reached his fullest and swiftly wrapped the strip of cloth tightly around the base of his shaft. Then, he pulled the other Elf's sac forward and trussed it as well, careful to wrap it tight enough to prevent Haldir from finding release, yet not so tight that he was permanently damaged.
"What manner of mischief do you play at, Erestor?" Haldir hissed as he realized what had been done to him.
Erestor dropped to his knees, his mouth now level with Haldir's groin. He gazed in wonder at the beautiful sight before him. The bulbous head was swollen and tinted with brilliant purples and reds. The shaft was veined like a leaf and the smooth plane of skin was broken with various hillocks so that it resembled a rambling landscape. He could see spheres of clear drips crowning the tiny valley on the head. He licked his lips in anticipation as though he were about to feast upon a rare delicacy.
Haldir was now watching Erestor with renewed interest, his protests and complaints wiped from his mind. He watched, as the other Elf's soft gray eyes grew stormy with desire. His mind lapsed into a waking fantasy as he imagined Erestor beneath him, mewling and crying out in desire as Haldir slammed into him, his eyes growing darker and darker as Haldir rode him closer and closer to paradise until the storm of passion broke and Erestor's scream of pleasure filled the electrified air.
But it was Haldir's own cry of ecstasy that rent the glade as Erestor's full, soft lips enclosed his head. The rough texture of his tongue as it swirled around the tip caused Haldir to buck his hips. Then it delved into the tiny slit seeking more of the dewy elixir that oozed from its depths.
Erestor's mouth exploded with delightful oral sensations. The tangy salt of sweat combined with the sweetness of pre-cum and Haldir's own unique taste. His captive's skin felt like the softest suede to his tongue and waves of pleasure rippled through Erestor's body. He relaxed his jaw and allowed more of the shaft to slip inside, his lips rubbing over smooth, warm skin while his tongue traced the myriad of veins throbbing beneath the surface.
Haldir couldn't form a coherent thought as he watched his cock move in and out of Erestor's mouth. He was moaning audibly now with every swipe of the healer's tongue along the vee of his head. He wanted release so badly, but it would not come, and Haldir was too proud to beg. So he was trapped in a state of arousal, being tortured by the wickedest tongue that had ever feasted upon his flesh.
Erestor finally released the Warden, when he could no longer take the ache in his jaw. He stood and grabbed the stunned blonde by his hair once again, kissing him hard. His tongue delved between full lips to rub its counterpart. He moaned against Haldir's mouth as he plundered its depths, before releasing him.
Haldir was shaken to the core by Erestor's kiss. Another had never dominated him; it was he was the one always in control. He could see that the healer was not unaffected by what was transpiring between them. Erestor's breathing was just as rapid, his lips passion swelled, and his own cock was straining the front of his leggings.
Erestor ran a finger down Haldir's chest, sliding along the light sweat that covered it. He could feel Haldir's heart as it hammered against his breastbone, beating an erratic rhythm that was strangely sensual. He teased tiny brown nipples until they stood proudly at attention, begging to be kissed. The healer was feeling benevolent and brushed his lips against them.
Haldir wanted to scream and beg, but his pride was still too great. He was shaking with need and thought he might die from the sheer agony of it. He was weeping openly now and didn't care.
Erestor returned to where his things were and carefully removed his pants. His reached down and fondled himself briefly, groaning as he did so. Then he turned back to the task at hand. He had given Haldir pleasure causing him to experience pain, now to give him pain and cause him pleasure.
He retrieved a small vial and some scraps of cloth from the things he had set out. The vial was filled with an herbal antiseptic. He normally didn't use it because it burned horribly and only carried it in case he ran out of his normal tonic. He applied a liberal amount to the cloth and began to clean the welts on Haldir's ass.
Haldir bit back a scream as burning pain seared his inflamed skin. His cock twitched in response, and had he been free to do so, Haldir would have spent himself. The torture went on and on, pushing Haldir's need further to the breaking point. He was so close to begging for release. He was even starting to form the eloquent words in his mind. He had started to speak, but then, Orophin's grief stricken face swam before him and shame filled him. He would not put his own pleasure before his brother's heartbreak. He would not repent his behavior of earlier.
Erestor knew that Haldir was now battling himself. He was so close, and the Imladris Elf would see that he finally succumbed. He finished his cleansing, satisfied that the wounds he had inflicted would not become infected and returned for the final thing he needed. Then, he walked to the rope where it was tied to the tree trunk and undid the knot. He lowered it enough so that Haldir could drop to his knees and bend forward a bit, then he re-secured it tightly.
Haldir felt relief and new pain sweep through his battered limbs as he collapsed onto the grass. His mind was in turmoil to the point that it was almost impossible to form a coherent thought. He had won in the end and relief filled him. He had not broken. He had not betrayed his honor or his brother. He waited for Erestor to release him. Then he felt the first tentative probe at the virgin entrance between his battered cheeks.
Erestor felt Haldir tense as he gently rubbed his puckered entrance with a lubricated finger. The sharp scent of herbs filled the air as he was using a salve normally used to coat wounds and help them heal. He finally pressed his finger into Haldir's resisting body. He had never taken another in this manner, but he had been on the receiving end enough to know what to do.
Haldir grunted as first, one finger, and then, another slipped into him. He could just imagine Erestor's long elegant fingers as the pumped and twisted inside his tight channel. The pain and pressure were pushing him closer to the edge. He felt like he was hanging over a cliff, clinging to the edge, while his fingers slipped off one by one.
Erestor found the little nub that would send bolts of pleasure through Haldir, but he did not rub it with his fingers. He would wait for that. His quest complete, he removed his fingers and coated his own throbbing erection with salve. Then, with a trembling hand, he positioned himself at Haldir's entrance.
Haldir tensed as he felt Erestor force his way inside of him. The pain was terrible and Haldir's mind reeled. He never imagined he was hurting his lovers this much. Before Haldir realized it, he felt Erestor's down covered sac as it rubbed against his own.
Erestor withdrew and changed his angle so that he would graze Haldir's sweet spot. He thrust back into his blonde lover, entranced by the tight channel that encased him. It felt so good that he could not hold back and began riding Haldir in earnest. He wrapped one hand in the long golden locks cascading down Haldir's back and used them like reins, pulling the Warden back with each thrust of his hips.
Haldir let go of the cliff as the first bolt of fiery pleasure washed over him. Again and again, Erestor's cock grazed that spot deep inside Haldir. He was babbling now, begging for forgiven for his haughtiness. Eloquent words spilled from his lips as he beseeched Erestor to end his torment.
Through the haze of pleasure, Erestor heard Haldir and registered what he was saying. Without pausing in his thrusts, he reached down with his free hand and pulled the end of the cloth, freeing Haldir's cock from its bondage.
Haldir roared as his orgasm ripped through him. He trembled and shook as hot cum burst forth, hitting his chest. He had never experienced anything as mind shattering as the release he just felt.
Erestor could not contain his own release deep inside Haldir as the other squeezed him. Erestor's own cry paled in comparison, and he collapsed onto of the Warden, struggling to breath.
After a moment, Erestor pulled himself from Haldir and returned to his pack. He retrieved clean cloths, his waterskin, and some more salve. He could see Haldir's shoulders shaking and knew that the other Elf was overcome with emotion. He quickly cleaned himself and returned to the Warden.
He gently probed Haldir's entrance, pleased to see that he had not damaged him too much. He cleaned him off and applied more salve. Then, he untied the ropes binding the other Elf and gently rolled him over.
Haldir was horrified that he had betrayed Orophin. He was only vaguely aware of the healer as he cleaned him up and tended to him. Guilt weighed heavy on his heart and he sobbed like a small Elfling, no longer caring if it robbed him of his honor.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he realized Erestor was cradling him in his arm, stoking his hair and whispering soft words of comfort.
"Forgive me, my proud Warden, I did not seek to break your fine spirit." Erestor felt real fear clutch his heart.
Haldir wrapped his arms around Erestor and held on to him like a drowning man. "I betrayed my brother. I am nothing."
"What is this nonsense?" Erestor was genuinely confused. "I have no bond with your brother or any other. You have betrayed no one."
"I begged you for release and know in my heart that I will seek you out again." Haldir sat up and looked at Erestor. "How can I face my brother, when his heart is breaking? How can I face him, knowing that I have loved one who is friends with Glorfindel?"
Erestor looked puzzled for a moment. Then it hit him; Haldir's brother must pine for Glorfindel. No wonder Haldir was so rude to them. "Haldir, listen to me. Glorfindel would not knowingly cause harm to another. It is not in his heart to do so. He is shy, and no doubt, knows nothing of your brother's feelings."
Haldir wiped his face as this new information penetrated. "You mean he does not see my brother as beneath him?"
Erestor smiled and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind Haldir's ear. "No, he would never do that. Perhaps, I can bring your brother's affection to his notice. Glorfindel has no bonded mate."
"Orophin would never forgive me."
"Hush, I can be subtle."
"Can you?" Haldir arched a brow.
Erestor laughed merrily, for he knew Haldir spoke of what had passed between them. Then, his laughter died as he thought of another holding Haldir's heart. He had not counted on these feelings.
Haldir read Erestor's thoughts. He leaned forward and gently kissed him. "You were wrong, my love. You do have a bond. You belong to me."
Erestor shuddered at Haldir's declaration and leaned into his lover's kiss, deepening it.
~*~*~*~
Elrond and Celeborn watched as Haldir followed Erestor into the gardens. Both Elf-lords had been highly amused by the younger Elves' antics since their return from the woods. Whenever they thought no one was watching, they would indulge in stolen kisses and furtive caresses.
"Were we ever that foolish looking?" Elrond asked his counterpart.
Celeborn snorted. "I daresay we were. I distinctly remember you and Celebrían slipping off together when you thought her mother and I were not looking."
Elrond flushed. "Forget I said anything."
Celeborn laughed. "Come, my friend, I have a bottle of wine that is just begging to be sampled.
The two Elf-lords left the terrace and reentered the talan.
The End
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