Title & Chapter Number: Sweet Desire For My Lord 1/1 [Series: Love and Nobility 2]
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; BDSM
Betas: Alex
Cast: Erestor/Haldir; Glorfindel/Orophin
Timeline: AU - Pre Lord of the Rings after In Defense Of My Lord
Spoilers: Some references to previous installments.
Summary: Orophin secretly desires Glorfindel but is too shy to reveal his love. Glorfindel thinks that Orophin is exquisite but is to shy to make a move. Can Haldir and Erestor bring the two timid Elves together?
Notes: It pleases me to have both Glorfindel and Orophin be sweet and shy and for Erestor and Haldir to be naughty. I'm very inspired by Runedancer who's Unspoken Arc is just fabulous. Trying to find some different pairings that haven't been explored before. For Alex who is the greatest beta a writer could ask for.
"Sweet Elbereth, Erestor! Harder!" Haldir groaned as the cat-o-nine tails lightly stuck his back. His lover had become quite adept at sating his need for erotic pain.
"Silence, Haldir," Erestor said softly. "I did not give you leave to speak." His knowledge as a healer had served him well in fulfilling Haldir's desires.
Erestor had managed to convince Elrond that relations between Imladris and Lórien would be well served if Haldir and his younger brother, Orophin, accompanied them back home as part of an `exchange' program. Elrond had only smiled strangely and assured Erestor that he would speak to Lord Celeborn about trading off a pair of Imladris wardens for a limited time.
Haldir stifled another groan as the small leather straps wrapped around his thigh, a bit harder this time. True to form, Erestor had suspended him from a crossbeam in the Lórien Elf's room and had bundled his balls and shaft up to prevent his release. He grunted as pain blossomed across his buttocks.
"I am still wondering what to do about your dear brother and our hero of Gondolin," Erestor mused as he flicked his wrist, causing welts to rise on Haldir's broad muscled back.
Haldir knew that his bookish lover was not looking for a comment from him, but he also knew that his input would cause more of the exquisite pleasure-pain. "Perhaps we should just get them together and tell them that each is in love with the other." It didn't have the desired effect that Haldir was looking for.
Erestor stayed his hand. "And have them die of embarrassment at having their deepest secrets revealed in such a blunt way. Really, Haldir, if you are going to risk punishment for speaking, at least present a solution that is worthy of your wit and cunning."
Haldir swore softly as Erestor appeared before him to lounge on the bed. The lithe auburn haired Elf was wearing a thin robe of rich brown silk. It hung open, revealing glimpses of Erestor's lightly muscled chest. The bound blonde licked his lips as he watched his lover rub a finger lightly over the smooth silky skin beneath the parted folds of his wrap.
"Perhaps we can arrange a private romantic meeting between the two."
Blue eyes were drawn to the erotic vision of Erestor pulling his full bottom lip between his teeth as he contemplated his own suggestion. Any retort Haldir was going to make died in his throat, as he was desperate for his lover to turn his attention back to his over-stimulated body.
Erestor continued to ponder. "We could send them each a little love note, seemingly from the other and have them meet in a nice secluded glade I know of near the river. I could write the note to Orophin since he will not know my handwriting and you could do the one for Glorfindel. Yes, that just might work." He looked up at the sapphire blue eyes burning with lust and pain. "Oh, my poor sweet lover," he drawled. "I have been neglecting you. How wrong of me."
Haldir swallowed hard as Erestor got on all fours and crawled to the edge of the bed like a cat. His lover reached out and caressed his stiff erection, sending waves of pleasure through him. "Please," Haldir begged in a hoarse voice, his throat dry with desire.
"You beg so prettily, Haldir," Erestor purred as he flicked his tongue tip out to lightly collect the dew from the tiny slit.
Haldir bucked madly as Erestor's mouth engulfed him, sucking him while his wicked tongue flicked across the smooth skin of his cock. "By the love of the Valar, Erestor, I cannot take it anymore. Release me or kill me, but do not leave me in torment a moment longer."
Erestor complied and released the band preventing his lover's orgasm. He briefly noted that he should perhaps gag the Lórien Elf, lest the entire household be aware of what they were doing as Haldir's roar of release filled the air.
~*~*~*~
Orophin sat glumly in the fragrant garden of Imladris, wondering for the thousandth time what foul deed of his had landed him here. He was sure that this was some devious punishment devised by the Valar that put him so close to his heart's desire. Three times, he had come face-to-face with Glorfindel and three times his wits had deserted him. He could barely string together a coherent greeting and sounded like a dim-witted fool each time. To add to his woes, the older Elf barely acknowledged him, simply replying in kind, granting him a polite greeting but not engaging him in further conversation. A shadow fell upon him, and he looked up to see an Elf-maid smiling down upon him.
"I have been asked to deliver this message to you," she said, smiling slyly and handing Orophin a rolled sheet of parchment tied with a piece of amber colored ribbon.
"Thank you," Orophin managed to stammer as he accepted the message. He barely noticed the maid's departure as he opened the scroll. He read it, then again, and then a third time, unable to believe its contents. Glorfindel wanted to meet him for lunch, but had been too shy to ask him in person. He begged Orophin's forgiveness for resorting to sending him a note. There was a crude map giving directions to a small clearing near the river. Orophin jumped up and almost ran back to his room. He couldn't believe that Glorfindel wanted to spend time with him.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel sat in the library pondering for the thousandth time how to approach the delectable young warden from Lórien. Three times, Orophin had greeted him and three times he had been left so dumbstruck by the silver-haired Elf's beauty that he could do little more than murmur a return greeting. The younger Elf must think him senile. How was it that he - Elda of the Noldor, Hero of Gondolin, Slayer of a Balrog, and Seneschal to Imladris - could not handle the simple task of asking Orophin to have lunch, dinner, breakfast, a snack, a walk, a five minute private conversation, anything that would allow Glorfindel a few precious moments alone with him?
The golden-haired Elf sighed in frustration. Who was he kidding? He was a washed up old Elf from a bygone era. What in the hell would a young, vibrant, handsome Elf like Orophin see in him? He settled further into his chair as depression overwhelmed him.
"My lord."
Glorfindel was roused from his morbid thoughts of throwing himself from the nearest waterfall. He looked up to see a bright-faced Elf-maid standing before him. Probably just the type of lover his young Orophin would like. She was holding a rolled sheaf of paper bound with a dark blue ribbon.
"My lord, I was told to deliver this message to you."
Glorfindel accepted the message, but before he could ask how had sent it, the maiden was gone. He shrugged and slowly slipped the ribbon off. Unrolling the scroll, he read it quickly. He blinked and then read it again. His heart soared as he jumped up and dashed for his chambers. Orophin wanted to meet him for lunch. Glorfindel wanted to look his best; since this could possibly be his only chance at impressing the younger male, he only hoped he wouldn't become tongue-tied this time.
~*~*~*~
Orophin whistled as he made his way to the glade following the instructions on the map. Just outside the small patch of grass next to the river, he folded the parchment and tucked it into his pocket. He took a moment to smooth out an imaginary wrinkle on his velvet tunic of forest green before stepping into the sunlight clearing.
It was empty except for a large basket sitting next to a soft blanket spread out upon the grass. For one brief second, Orophin feared that this was some sort of elaborate practical joke or that Glorfindel had changed his mind. Then he heard rustling as someone entered the glade.
The sight of Glorfindel stunned Orophin as he stepped into the glade. He knew that he must look like a fool standing there gaping at the older Elf but he couldn't stop himself. Golden was the only word that came to mind. The taller Elf was dressed in amber leggings and matching silk tunic. His hair hung like a shower of sunbeams down his chest and back. Deep blue eyes regarded him silently and Orophin finally snapped his mouth shut.
Glorfindel was too tongue-tied to speak. Orophin looked resplendent in the forest green tunic and black leggings. How the younger Elf managed to look delicate yet all male was a wonder to him. "You look nice." The older Elf could have smacked his head against a tree. That had to be the stupidest compliment to ever escape his lips.
Orophin blushed. "I… you look great." He felt like a green youth in the thrall of his first crush, which he was and felt all the more foolish for it. He tried to grasp hold of something intelligent to say. His eyes settled on the picnic basket. "We should eat."
Glorfindel nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Food was a good thing. As long as his mouth was full, he wouldn't appear to be a bumbling oaf to Orophin.
~*~*~*~
Haldir and Erestor sat perched in a nearby tree watching as the two Elves in the clearing below sat in silence. They had long since finished the light lunch provided for them, but neither had made a move yet. They just sat staring at the river when they weren't stealing glances at each other.
"I wish they would just kiss or something," Haldir hissed in exasperation. He felt like going down there and telling them very bluntly to start fucking because they both wanted it.
Erestor shot him a look. "Quiet, Haldir, or they will hear you. Give them a bit of time."
Haldir frowned and started to retort when he saw Glorfindel finally lean over and kiss Orophin senseless.
Erestor smiled. "They will not need any encouragement from us after all, lover. Come along then, I have something new planned for you."
Haldir grinned broadly, his brother and Glorfindel promptly forgotten.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel did know what had possessed him to kiss Orophin, but he was pleasantly surprised by the younger Elf's reaction.
Orophin was beyond thought as Glorfindel totally dominated him with his kiss. All the Lórien Elf was aware of was his own fingers threaded through the silky mane of hair flowing down Glorfindel's back as he was pushed down onto the blanket. The older Elf's body was warm and reassuring as it pressed down upon him.
"I want you naked, little one," Glorfindel panted as he broke the kiss. Orophin's lips were swollen from his kisses and his eyes were dark with passion. The Noldo's hands began to tug at the velvet tunic hiding Orophin's sweet skin. A few seconds later, Glorfindel was able to look his fill at the toned chest of his young lover. He leaned forward and suckled at one of the little brown nipples.
Orophin groaned and bucked under Glorfindel, his erection pressing against the matching one above him through their clothing. Sweeping his hands under the Noldo's tunic, he began to tease the older Elf's nipples. "Please, Glorfindel." Orophin wasn't sure what he was asking for. He had never been with another male and only had a vague notion of what was to happen.
Glorfindel sat up, his confidence restored by the passionate display by the younger Elf. He slowly removed his tunic, before standing to finish undressing. "Strip, Orophin. I would feast upon the rest of you." He had to smile to himself as Orophin slowly pulled off his boots and leggings. Glorfindel could read the shy nervousness in the Lórien Elf's eyes. He was pleased by the long, lean beauty of the Elf reclined on the blanket. Glorfindel dropped to his knees and reached out to stroke the silky skin covering Orophin's erection.
Orophin moaned and lifted his hips from the blanket, seeking more contact with Glorfindel's hand. He watched through half closed eyes as the golden-haired Elf leaned forward and enveloped his cock with his mouth. Orophin cried out at the warm wetness as Glorfindel's tongue stroked the side of his shaft. He had never imagined that it would feel this good. "Sweet Elbereth."
Gripping the base of Orophin's shaft with his hand, Glorfindel stroked it in time with the bobbing of his head. He grazed his teeth lightly along the sensitive skin between his lips, eliciting a whimpering moan from Orophin. He continued to stroke and rub the tiny veins that crisscrossed Orophin's cock. Reaching over with his free hand, he pulled a small container of olive oil. He had wondered about it presence in the basket earlier but now he was grateful for it. Careful not to spill it, he removed the top and dipped his fingers in, coating them with oil.
Orophin tensed as he felt a slick finger probe at the tight opening between his cheeks, despite the building pressure in his balls. Fear overrode the pleasure, and he cried out, "No, please no."
Glorfindel looked up sharply at his lover and was surprised to find real fear there. He stopped his probing and let Orophin's shaft slide from his mouth. He leaned forward and gently kissed the younger Elf. "Have you known another, Orophin?" Glorfindel asked gently. The blush that crept across the Lórien Elf's face was answer enough.
"N-no."
"Trust me, sweet one. I will make this easy for you." Glorfindel kissed him tenderly, his tongue dipping between full lips to duel with Orophin's. He broke the kiss and looked into Orophin's eyes.
Orophin knew that he would trust Glorfindel with his life and he nodded his assent.
Glorfindel kissed him quickly on the lips and began to kiss his way down the smooth chest beneath him as his oiled finger slipped once again between the cleft. He gently probed, felt Orophin tense and began to make slow circles with the pad of his finger. "Relax, my beautiful one. You must relax."
Orophin took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. There was a burning fullness as a finger penetrated him and he was very uncomfortable. His erection wilted a bit and he wondered if he had made a mistake. Tears stung his eyes and he was just about to beg Glorfindel to leave him be, when stars exploded before his eyes as his lover touched a sensitive spot deep within him. Pleasure coursed through him and he cried out.
"Yes, that is it, my sweet. Let it take you away." Glorfindel could see that his young virgin lover was not going to last much longer and he took his weeping cock into his mouth once again. He sucked him hard as he slipped another finger into Orophin's tight passage, brushing the tiny nub once again.
Orophin felt the pressure build, as he was pushed closer and closer to some unknown thing. He felt like he was going to explode and then he did, shoot his essence into the warm mouth enclosing him. He cried Glorfindel's name as the golden-haired Elf milked him and swallowed all Orophin had to offer.
Glorfindel sat up between Orophin's spread legs, shaking with his own need. His young lover was a sight to behold, body slick with sweet, head thrown back with his glorious silver hair fanned out beneath him, eyes closed, and full lips parted. The Noldo swiftly oiled his own shaft after pulling his fingers from Orophin. Reaching down, he pulled the Lórien Elf up into his embrace, lifting Orophin's legs up over his own thighs. "You are so beautiful, young one. I do not know what I have done to deserve you but I will never willingly give you up now that I have you. You are mine." This last was said as Glorfindel lifted Orophin's body and guided the virgin Elf down onto his shaft.
Orophin's cries were silenced as Glorfindel kissed him fiercely, leaving no doubt in the younger Elf's mind who he belonged to. The pressure-pain passed quickly as the head of Glorfindel's cock brushed his prostate. Despite the initial pain, Orophin felt loved and protected in the older Elf's arms as they encircled him tightly.
Glorfindel began to thrust his hips while snaking one arm down Orophin's back to grip one of his firm globes and began to push and pull the younger Elf into matching his rhythm, which he picked up quickly. The glorious feel of the warm tightness combined with the strong loving arms around his back proved to be too much and Glorfindel knew he would find his pleasure quickly. He began to thrust harder and faster, seeking the explosion of pleasure.
Orophin was lost in sensation. He held onto Glorfindel and rode him, wanting to cry for sure joy. In what seemed to be only a blink, he felt his lover push him down hard and he felt the pulsing shudders of Glorfindel's body as he filled Orophin with his seed.
They collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the blanket and just laid there struggling to catch their breath for many long moments.
~*~*~*~
It was late as Orophin snuggled closer to his lover. They had returned from the river and went directly to Glorfindel's room, where they spent most of the evening making love again, this time Orophin taking Glorfindel. "I love you, Glorfindel. I have secretly loved you for a long time. I still am in awe that you have chosen me. I still cannot believe that you wanted to meet me."
Glorfindel kissed the top of Orophin's head lightly. He thought about what Orophin had just said, a smile crossing his face. He had a feeling that someone had been playing matchmaker. He wasn't about to shatter Orophin's notion that he had sent him a note. "I love you too, Orophin. Like I have told you many times this night, you are mine and I will not give you up lightly."
Orophin sighed contentedly and drifted off in reverie, a smile on his young face.
Glorfindel stayed awake for a bit longer, trying to think of who had arranged the meeting between him and Orophin. He had a fair idea of who had been involved and planned to have a little talk with both Erestor and Haldir. He wanted to make sure that neither one of them let it slip to Orophin that they had been behind their getting together. Content that he could handle those two Elves easily enough, he too drifted off into reverie.
The End
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