Title & Chapter Number: Edification 1/1 [The Taming of Haldir 1]
Author(s): - Author's Index
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Fandom: Lord Of The Rings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien invented Middle Earth and all its denizens; we are only borrowing them and promise to return them in good working order. Our fan fiction is written for personal enjoyment only and we will not attempt to make any financial gain from this work.
Warnings: Slash/Graphic Sex
Betas: Alex – Our Beta Queen
Cast: Haldir/Celeborn Galadriel/Haldir
Timeline: AU/Pre-Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Haldir has earned quite a reputation among the Marchwardens, Galadriel decides something must be done about him and turns to Celeborn for help.
Notes: This is May's first attempt at slash and only because Hedda twisted her arm. If it sucks, it's not May's fault. J Thanks to FehrKitten for her info on Marchwardens. Note: I have Hedda's permission to post this here.
Galadriel stormed into Celeborn's study and began to pace its length. "You must do something about Haldir! His behavior has gotten worse. I spent the morning comforting three of his conquests and Elbereth knows how many more will be waiting for me this afternoon."
Celeborn turned his attention away from the missive he was reading and studied his wife. Her face was flushed and she was in a high state of agitation. He had been her life partner long enough to know that she would not let this situation die, he would have no choice but to deal with the young Captain of the Marchwardens. "Well my dear, exactly how do you propose I should deal with him? Obviously, the talk you had with him last season did little to curb his extra-curricular activities."
Galadriel shot her husband a seething look and continued to pace. Her brow furrowed as she discarded one suggestion after another. In exasperation, she answered, "Haldir is like a child who abuses his toys without any consideration to their worth. We have spared the rod, and in consequence, he has become spoiled with little thought to the feelings of others." Galadriel paused as a solution to the problem presented itself. "Perhaps it is time someone taught Haldir a lesson about what it means to be used for the pleasures of another."
Celeborn raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his wife's suggestion. Noting the wicked gleam in her eyes, he asked, "You wish me to take him in hand then?"
"I have more than your hands in mind for young Haldir, for I feel that only you could tame him without breaking his spirit."
Celeborn chuckled, "So do you plan to participate or do you wish only to watch?"
"He is quite delectable but for now I will remain at a distance, confident in your ability to handle him."
She crossed the room and lightly kissed him on the lips, "Try not to damage him too much, my love."
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Haldir crossed the bridge as he made his way to Celeborn's private gardens. He had received the summons during the morning meal much to his irritation. Haldir had already staked out his latest query and was looking forward to the chase.
He passed through the opening of the high hedge that surrounded the gardens and made his way along the footpath to the glade in the center. The morning sun had yet to dry the dew and it glistened like stars set amid a field of green. The heady scent of newly bloomed flowers filled the air and Haldir idly wondered if he might find a way to use the gardens for his own nefarious purposes. The tantalizing thought of taking one of his conquests in the forbidden gardens of his Lord sent a heated bolt to his loins.
He entered the inner sanctum of Celeborn's retreat and paused to survey the landscape. A small pond sat in the center fed by a brook, which sang merrily as it flowed along. Beyond the pool was a small circle of willow trees that swayed lightly in the morning breeze. Flowers dotted the glade floor adding bright splashes of color. Beneath the willows, Celeborn sat upon a bench, seemingly lost in thought. Haldir crossed to an archway of willow branches and waited to be recognized.
He stood for many long moments watching Celeborn turn a small, funnel-shaped, purple flower in his hands. Haldir knew Celeborn was aware of his presence but still his liege ignored him. Shifting his weight, he cleared his throat. "My Lord, you wished to speak to me?"
Celeborn cast a glacial look at the impatient Elf before turning his attention to the field of flowers beyond the pond. "Do you know what the Moon Daisy means in the Language of Flowers?"
Haldir remained silent for he knew by Celeborn's tone that his Lord had not really expected an answer.
"It is the flower that represents patience." Celeborn gave Haldir a meaningful glance before continuing. "You can convey many ideas and thoughts by simply using the appropriate fauna. For example, the Kingscup is presented to one who is childish or ungrateful. Then there is the Thorn Apple, which is used to imply that the recipient can be deceitfully charming."
Celeborn stood and faced Haldir, lifting the flower he was holding so that it was level with Haldir's gaze. "And this is Bitter Cress, Galadriel gifted me with it this morning. Do you know what it means?"
Haldir swallowed for he did not like where this conversation was leading. Remaining optimistic, he answered, "I would think that it signifies true love, for it was a gift from your lady fair."
Celeborn smiled bitterly and shook his head. "No Haldir, it means parental error, for I have been lax in correcting your aberrant behavior."
Haldir paled for he definitely did not like where this conversation was going. "My Lord, have I failed you somehow in my duties as Marchwarden?"
"Do not be coy with me, Child. You know very well what I am referring too. Your conquests are legion and you have left a score of discarded lovers scattered throughout the city. You have tested Galadriel's edicts one time too many and now she has left it to me to see you punished."
Haldir hung his head; he would probably have to serve an extra season on the Northern Fences. It wouldn't be to great a hardship for there were several new Marchwardens he wanted to get to know better.
"The choice is yours, Haldir. You may either lay yourself across my knees or bend forward and grip the back of the bench."
Haldir's head snapped up as the last of Celeborn's remarks registered. "What?"
"I said, `You will feel my hand on your bottom, for if you act like a spoiled child, you will be treated as one. The choice is yours, across my knees or bend forward and grip the bench.'"
Haldir could hardly believe that his Lord would suggest such a thing. Sighing at the absurdity of being spanked as if he were an Elfling, he turned and gripped the back of the bench. Hoping that Celeborn would make his `punishment' quick, he let his mind wander to his latest query. He was a fresh-faced new recruit with a tight little behind; Haldir couldn't wait to plunder his secret depths.
Haldir was so lost in his thoughts that when Celeborn let fly his first strike he yelped, more from surprise at the firmness of the blow than from true pain. Celeborn, however, was just getting warmed up and by the third strike, Haldir stood and quickly turned avoiding the blow.
"I thought that something like this might happen." Celeborn grabbed a shocked Haldir and spun him around once again. Grabbing both of Haldir's hands, he deftly bound them together before Haldir could think to resist. "You will submit to my authority. I am your liege in all things. If you cannot accept my punishments then you are not worthy to lead the Guardians of Lórien."
Celeborn paused and let this sink in before he continued. "Do you yield?"
Haldir's head was spinning as the realization that this would not be a simple punishment as he had first thought. Pride of his position as the Captain of the Marchwardens warred with the humiliation of being beaten by his Lord. Pride won the silent argument and Haldir nodded his acceptance.
"You have defied me once in this and you will not a second time." Celeborn reached around Haldir and loosed the ties to his leggings. "You will remember this well, Young One, for my hand will warm the flesh of your bottom without the benefit of cloth to shield it."
Celeborn took a seat on the bench and pulled Haldir down over his knees. Slipping a finger into the waistband of Haldir's leggings, he slowly pulled them down.
Much to his shame, as Haldir's flaccid member slid free and rubbed against the silk of Celeborn's robe, it twitched and began to swell. Haldir held his breath in anticipation of the blows to come but was surprised when he felt instead the warm caress of Celeborn's hand as it slid across his exposed buttocks.
"You are exquisite." Celeborn said in a breathy voice.
Haldir was just beginning to think that he might possible be able to turn the tables when Celeborn's first blow hit his bare bottom. He gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out and further add to his humiliation.
Celeborn noted with satisfaction that Haldir appeared to be holding his breath, however the boy would have to breathe at some point because this was a correction not to be meted out quickly. "You might as well breathe, Little One. I would not want you to pass out in the midst of this, for then we would have to begin anew."
Haldir forced himself to take a breath. His arousal brushed against the soft silk of Celeborn's raiment again as he offered a silent prayer Elbereth that this torment would end.
Soft fingers flitted across his backside but a searing heat soon replaced the wonderful feelings that arose as Celeborn's hand fell once more.
It was almost too much. The rubbing of his arousal, the incalculable fall of blows. Worse yet, it seemed that in retaliation for his silence, Celeborn had decided to increase the ferocity of his swats. Tears misted Haldir's eyes. This wasn't fair. It truthfully was becoming uncomfortable. His bottom had begun to burn of its own accord and Celeborn's palm only added fuel to the fire.
Celeborn was impressed at the sheer tenacity of the Elf across his knees. Although his soft white globes had turned a fiery red, he remained silent. It was time to move to new territory. On the next downswing, Celeborn slightly altered the flight of his hand so that when it finally fell it hit between Haldir's thighs and his ass. This brought out the desired response Celeborn had been seeking, as Haldir was unable to contain his cry of pain.
Tears spilled forth from Haldir's eyes of their own accord and he was unable to stop his sobs of pain and humiliation. He tensed in preparation for the next blow and was surprised to feel his hands unbound. He allowed Celeborn to guide him to a standing position. Haldir reached down to pull up his leggings but was stopped when Celeborn gently pulled him down to sit upon his lap.
Celeborn contemplated the younger Elf. His face was highly flushed and wet from his tears. He was sniffling forlornly and tears continued to fall.
"Hush, Young One." Celeborn stated firmly as he wiped at Haldir's tears. "Your pain and suffering but pale in comparison to the hurt that you have caused to the hearts of others."
Haldir rubbed an arm across his face. "I understand, My Lord. Your lesson has been well learned."
"Has it, Little One? I only look upon a slightly petulant child who seeks to escape any further penance. While I desire greatly to believe your admission, you only tell me what I wish to hear. You have not yet begun to grasp the pain that careless seduction can cause. For if you were truly repentant, you would have heeded Galadriel's warning about your behavior and we would not be where we are right now."
"What must I do to prove myself, My Lord?" Haldir looked longingly at Celeborn.
"Show me that you have learned `my' lesson well. " Celeborn sat back and contemplated his charge. There were no doubts in his mind that the young pup was already plotting to try to seduce him instead of leaving. Therefore, he was not surprised when Haldir stood and slowly disrobed. He continued to watch Haldir through slitted eyes, marveling at how truly magnificent he was. He was going to thoroughly enjoy mastering the arrogant young Elf and he silently thanked Galadriel for presenting him with such a delightful diversion.
Haldir unconsciously licked his lips before dropping to his knees between Celeborn's legs. He had long harbored a secret desire for his Lord but never before had the opportunity to act upon it. He deftly parted Celeborn's robes and loosened the ties to his leggings.
Haldir had oft heard tales of how majestic Celeborn was, but in fact, that is all that they were. Before him was glory. Never in his seasons had he seen such a breathtaking sight. He moved forward fully intent on luring Celeborn into his seductive game.
"Hold!"
He froze at the sound of the Lady Galadriel's command. Fear curled in his stomach at the realization that she had caught him in such a compromising position. He turned fear-stricken eyes towards Celeborn only to find his Lord regarding him with a bemused expression. Too late, he realized that he had fallen into Celeborn's trap. Fear turned to panic for he knew that his punishment was far from over.
"Tell me, Haldir, why must everything be a game with you? You were just punished for manipulating others into fulfilling your desires. It fills my heart with sadness to see that even your Lord is naught but a plaything to you. You seek to satisfy him only to the extent that you can establish dominance and sate your lust upon his body."
Haldir rose quickly and sought to rebut Galadriel's words but was silenced by a mere glance from her.
"Do not seek to deceive me, Boy. For even if I could not see the truth of my words reflected in your eyes, the tales of woe from your countless conquests are well-known to Celeborn and myself."
Haldir looked as if he were a wild bird set to fly.
"On your knees, Child. For you should worship your Lord, and seek not only personal gratification as is your wont."
Haldir knelt before Celeborn feeling very much like an ewe to the slaughter.
Celeborn looked down upon his supplicant with a wry smile. "Never forget that I am your master. Your pleasure and your pain are ultimately dependent upon my will."
Haldir's mouth went dry. The very thought of his Lady ordering him to pleasure her life mate while she watched was both nerve-wracking and intoxicating at the same time. He reached forward and gently grasped Celeborn's shaft in his hand, waiting against hope for a reprieve.
"Do not delay my satisfaction, Boy. I would feel your hot mouth upon me."
Haldir swallowed and tentatively caressed the tip of Celeborn's erection with his tongue. He jumped as Celeborn laced his fingers though his hair and pulled him forward, silently urging him to begin. He was no stranger to giving this form of pleasure. How easy it was to close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling of silken flesh against your tongue, he thought to himself, to memorize its length, the delicate roadways of bulges and veins, the taste. It was as if a small piece of Aman had been presented to him. He traced patterns with his tongue and nipped with his teeth, alert to every sigh and moan from the Elf holding him captive.
Galadriel watched through heavy lidded eyes as Haldir pleasured Celeborn. Despite the implications of his remarks to Haldir, she knew Celeborn would not seek to spill his seed between his full lips. Reaching into a pocket of her gown, she extracted a small vial of scented oil and rolled it between her palms to warm it.
Haldir gently rolled the twin globes at the base of Celeborn's shaft in an effort to push him closer to release. He was finding it difficult to continue his ministrations; his jaw was beginning to ache for Celeborn was much larger than any of his previous lovers. He had just drawn Celeborn deeply into his mouth, when he felt nimble fingers probing at his tight opening. He bucked forward seeking to prevent the unwanted intrusion and was rewarded for his efforts by a hard slap to his tender behind.
Celeborn tightened his hold on Haldir's hair causing the young Elf to cry out in pain. "Do not move, Young One. Let the Lady see to your readiness. For it is my desire to not only feel your hot mouth but your tight sheath as well."
Haldir whimpered around the mouthful of flesh but did not pull away from the next gentle exploration of his entrance.
Celeborn sensed the distress of the young Elf and bid Galadriel to cease her probing. Pushing Haldir back, he lowered himself onto the ground and then pulled Haldir into his arms. "I sense that you are anguished by this ordeal, Little One. What is it that troubles you so?"
Haldir looked as if he were a small child. Turning shy eyes to the Lord, he muttered. "Forgive me, My Lord, but I have never been taken in such a manner and I fear that your girth will cause me great harm."
Galadriel leaned up and nipped the top of Haldir's ear. "Do not worry, Little One, for even I have been taken by the Lord in this manner many times. Allow me to attend to you so that it might ease his entry. I promise that you will not be harmed."
Haldir nodded his assent and placed his head upon Celeborn's shoulder trying unsuccessfully to relax.
Galadriel resumed her tender ministrations all the while murmuring soft reassurances to Haldir. She added more of the oil to her fingers and gently probed the opening again. This was surely virgin territory as was evident by the fierce tenseness of his muscles. So she contented herself to stroking them and relaxing them adding more of the oil as needed.
Haldir was starting to relax a bit. He knew two things. One was that the more that she stroked at him the more that he was beginning to relax. Two if he tensed up it hurt. So he willed himself to focus only on the good feelings that were slowly starting to build.
Galadriel was sure of the fact that Haldir was finally relaxing. The strokes that she was taking were starting to elicit small moans from Haldir. She poured more oil onto her fingers and slowly started to press inside. There was more resistance so she slowed down and took her time rubbing the tightly clamped muscles.
Celeborn locked eyes with Galadriel and knew she was close to gaining entrance. He nuzzled the side of Haldir's face, encouraging him to lift it from his shoulder. He placed butterfly kisses along Haldir's jaw before grazing his lips lightly.
Haldir gasped as Galadriel slipped her finger past the tight rings and gently rotated. His cry was muffled, however, for Celeborn chose that moment deepen his kiss. His mind whirled as pain and pleasure warred as Celeborn's tongue mimicked Galadriel's movements. Try as he might, Haldir could not establish dominance with the kiss; it was a thoroughly unnerving experience. Never before had he played the submissive and it chafed against his natural instincts.
Adding more lubricant to her hand, Galadriel took up a light thrusting rhythm and was pleased to feel that Haldir was becoming more receptive to the intrusion of her finger. Running her fingertip along the front wall of his channel, she lightly grazed his prostate.
Haldir gasped into Celeborn's mouth at this new assault to his senses. It felt like a small bolt of lightening had zapped him and he was impressed at how quickly something so painful could turn so quickly pleasurable. He turned his attention back to Celeborn's probing kiss.
Celeborn chuckled lightly at the look of shock that had crossed Haldir's face. He caught the look of triumph that Galadriel flashed him and knew that she was about to start her second assault. Seeking to distract Haldir once again, he reached between their bodies and grasped his weeping erection.
Haldir's emotions were in turmoil, his senses were inflamed by the myriad of sensations coursing through his body. He threw back his head and moaned aloud as Galadriel inserted a second finger. Celeborn gently suckled at his ears and neck, all the while lightly stroking his erection. He was throbbing with need and shuddered at the thought of burying himself within Celeborn. He prayed desperately that he would be able to have his Lord writhing beneath him.
Galadriel continued to stroke Haldir's passage. Sensing he was close to release, she abruptly withdrew her fingers and moved away.
Celeborn noted that Galadriel had finished her preparations and released his hold on Haldir. He kissed him one last time before placing him on his hands and knees.
Haldir whimpered, partially from need and partially from fear, as he watched Galadriel pass a small vial of oil to Celeborn.
Galadriel sat before Haldir and took his face lovingly into her hands. She gently stroked his cheeks with her thumbs as she kissed him lightly. "Easy, Little One. You have nothing to fear for I will be here with you. All you need remember is to relax for there is no turning back from the path that you have chosen."
Celeborn opened the bottle and added more oil to furrow of Haldir's ass testing with his fingers to see how ready the Elf was for penetration. He noted with satisfaction that one finger was easily admitted but frowned when a second was denied entry. He spent a moment massaging and stroking the puckered opening before attempting to add another digit. This time entry was granted and he slowly spread his fingers, stretching Haldir open even further.
Haldir's breath caught in his throat at the painful entry of Celeborn's second finger. He wanted Celeborn to stop his assault but he knew no mercy would be granted to him.
Galadriel remembered too well her first ventures into pleasure with Celeborn. She brushed her lips against Haldir's seeking to distract him. Her tongue found its way between his clenched teeth and she rubbed it lightly against his. She allowed Haldir to become the aggressor and deepen the kiss, swallowing his moans and whimpers as Celeborn inserted a third finger.
Satisfied that he would not tear Haldir's tight passage, Celeborn withdrew his fingers and liberally oiled his shaft. He probed gently with the head of his erection then pushed past the twin barriers that sought to deny him entrance.
Haldir cried out, breaking the kiss with Galadriel. He clenched his muscles even as Celeborn slowly filled him. Pride deserted him.
"Nay, My Lord. I cannot do this thing. Even now you are tearing me asunder."
Tears streamed down his face at the pain of Celeborn's entry.
Celeborn was forced to withdraw at Haldir's resistance. "You are only prolonging the inevitable. Relax, Child, for you are making this worse than it needs to be. Have you this much compassion for your lovers as you satisfy your lust upon them?"
Galadriel sent Celeborn a warning glance. He was frustrated by his need to find relief but she would not allow him to destroy Haldir's spirit. She continued to soothe the shaking young Elf until he relaxed enough for Celeborn to once again seek entrance.
This time Celeborn was able to fully sheath himself.
Celeborn allowed Haldir a few moments to adjust to his girth as he relished the Elf's tight, hot, heat. Haldir was virginally tight, so tight, in fact, that Celeborn could feel the beat of Haldir's heart. Ai' it was sheer bliss.
Haldir, on the other hand, was gritting his teeth so hard that Galadriel could swear she heard them grinding.
"You must relax, Little One. It will do no good for you to add to your torment, it may seem too much to bear but trust your beloved Lady, this pain will quickly fade."
Haldir unclenched his jaw and willed himself to relax once again.
Celeborn could feel the Elf relaxing around him. He gave a tentative flex of his hips and was able to surge a bit further into the tight embrace of Haldir's passage. He took up a steady rhythm of thrusting, withdrawing about halfway, and once again driving home. Once he found a pace that pleased him, he kept it.
Haldir was torn between wanting to cry out for mercy and wanting to cry out of sheer bliss. The ache that had assaulted him since the beginning of this ordeal had been replaced by a searing flame of passion that threatened to consume him.
Grabbing Haldir's hips, Celeborn accelerated his thrusting. Although he was an older Elf and would usually be longer with his pleasure, this experience was proving to be almost too much. He felt his release building within him and he offered a cry to the Heavens as he drove home in one final thrust and came.
After a pregnant pause, Celeborn slowly withdrew his rapidly dwindling erection and started to dress. Once the final article of clothing was replaced, he gave Galadriel a look and left.
Haldir watched with shock as Galadriel rose to her feet and started to follow Celeborn form the garden. His body burned with need and he was still trying to sort out all the emotions that ran rampant through his mind. He wanted release, comfort, to feel that he had value.
"Nay, My Lady," he sobbed in despair as the realization of their desertion impacted his befuddled senses. "Please, I beg you, do not leave me alone. I am in agony." He crumpled in a ball on the ground, sobs racking his slender frame.
Galadriel's instincts told her that they might have pushed the young Elf too far. Compassion moved her to comfort him. She returned to his side and pulled him to her breast. She gently stroked his hair and whispered quiet admissions of her love for him, not unlike a mother soothing a grieving child.
His sobs subsided and she gently wiped the remaining tears from his face. Rising gracefully to her feet, she quickly removed her gown.
Haldir gazed upon his Lady with a look of adoration. She truly was a vision standing beneath the willows, sunlight dancing across her golden flesh.
Galadriel lowered herself to the ground and opened her arms in invitation. She sighed with pleasure as Haldir's lips settled upon her breast. His tongue was making lazy circles around her nipple.
Watching Celeborn take the younger Elf had lit the embers of passion within her. She had thought to find her release in her lifemate's arms but the thought of Haldir thrusting into her core sent delicious tingles through her.
With an impatience born of unfulfilled desire, Haldir settled himself between Galadriel's thighs. The heady musk of her desire inflamed him and with practiced ease, he entered her. A groan escaped his lips as the warm velvet of her passage enveloped him. Mindless with lust and desire, he began a quick, deep rhythm, which elicited gasps and moans from Galadriel.
Galadriel was beyond coherent thought; Haldir's thrusts quickly sent her over the edge and she screamed his name.
Galadriel's orgasm caused Haldir to lose control. He thrust hard, encasing himself fully as he spilt his seed deep within her. Haldir collapsed atop her, panting heavily while he waited for the world to right itself.
Galadriel gently stroked Haldir's hair when he had recovered enough to move to her side. "Now, Young One, heed my words well. The next four seasons had better find you in contemplation of the hurt you have caused others. I have gifted you with release this time but cannot say if the next will find you satisfied."
She rose then and dressed, leaving a silent Haldir to contemplate her words.
The End
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