Title & Chapter Number: Subjugation 1/1 [The Taming of Haldir 2]
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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; Bondage; Explicit Sex
Betas: Alex and Robin
Cast: Haldir/Glorfindel with other characters making random appearances.
Timeline: AU/Pre-Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Haldir finds that his first lesson is easily ignored but not without consequences.
Notes: The type of bondage described in this fic is based upon Japanese Rope Bondage.
Galadriel watched as her handmaiden, Ercasse, fluttered about the sitting room. All day she had been lightly focused on her duties. At first, Galadriel had assumed that it was because of the arrival of Glorfindel, the Seneschal of Imladris, but now she was not so sure.
It would have been easy for Galadriel to intrude upon the maid's inner thoughts, to see what was distracting her, but Galadriel rarely intruded into the minds of her people uninvited.
"Is something troubling you, Ercasse?"
"My Lady?" A light blush suffused her cheeks as she realized she had been caught woolgathering.
Galadriel sighed. "You seem… distracted. I was wondering if something was amiss."
The blush deepened as the maid smiled shyly at her Lady. "Tis nothing of import. I was simply thinking of one I am to meet this eve."
Galadriel raised one brow and smiled. "I would think by your lack of attention that this is no simple encounter. So who is it that has captured your eye?"
Ercasse paused before answering. "Tis simply a friend, my Lady. No one worthy of mentioning."
The lie hung between them. Galadriel could think of only one who would inspire such deceit. She rose to her full height and regarded her maid. "Tis a sad day when you would seek to sully your reputation in my eyes by allowing such a falsehood to slip from your lips. Now you will tell of this meeting you are to attend or I will seek the knowledge myself, even if it be against your will!"
~*~*~*~
Celeborn watched with amusement as Galadriel paced the length of his study. He had been in pleasant conversation with Glorfindel all afternoon when she burst into the room. Only one Elf never failed to work Galadriel into such a state. Haldir.
"I tell you, Celeborn, that child will be the death of me. Tis been barely two seasons since we last saw to correcting his aberrant behavior, yet it would seem that he has decided to return to his old ways. If I did not know of his undying love and loyalty, I would swear he seeks to drive me to madness." Galadriel continued to pace as she ranted.
"I would think that you are already there, my Love," Celeborn drawled, ignoring the look of outrage Galadriel shot him.
Glorfindel watched the entire episode unfold with mirth. "Come, my Lady, what child could cause such a state of distress in one so renowned for her composure? Surely tis no child's antics that have brought you here."
~*~*~*~
Haldir slipped silently along the paths that led to Celeborn's private gardens. It had taken all his skill to woo one so close to the Lady and not be caught. She was a succulent morsel and worthy of the Lord's gardens.
He had chosen this night with great care. Ithil hung full and bright in the night sky and lent a silver glow to everything. His Lord and Lady would be occupied with their guest from Imladris. There was no one to disturb his pleasure this night.
He entered the gardens and made his way to the center glade with practiced ease, having been called before Lord Celeborn's presence many times in the past. A stray memory flickered in his mind from his last visit, but he quickly dismissed it. Now was not the time for those thoughts.
She stood in the center of the glade bathed in moonlight. He flashed her his most charming smile as he approached her. He noted her eyes darting about the glade but assumed it was due to nervousness.
"If my eyes do not deceive me, I have found a flower of rare beauty. Have no fear, my dear, for I shall worship you this night."
"You may leave now."
Haldir turned to the sound of the rich, male voice that had emanated from the shadows. His eyes widened as Lord Glorfindel stepped into a patch of moonlight.
Ercasse did not need to be told twice and fled the glade.
"My Lord… I… forgive my intrusion." Haldir slipped easily into the role of Guardian. His face became impassive. He assumed that he had interrupted the Elf-lord's contemplation. "I had thought the gardens to be unoccupied." He turned to leave the garden, his apologies made.
"Hold!" Glorfindel commanded the younger Elf. "Do you wish to leave my company so soon? For it seems, if my eyes do not deceive me, I have also found a flower of rare beauty."
Glorfindel's reputation was not unknown to Haldir. He had no desire to be bound to this Elf for the evening. He turned and made to flee the garden.
He had barely begun his flight before finding himself tackled and pinned to the ground.
"Have no fear, my lovely one, for I shall worship you this night," Glorfindel drawled seductively in Haldir's ear.
Haldir's own words to the maid coming back to haunt him. Haldir began to struggle half-heartedly. He had no wish to harm the Elf-lord, for then he would have to report to his Lord and Lady. Surely, his presence in the Lord's garden would warrant punishment as well as his attempts at seducing the Lady Galadriel's handmaiden.
"I would advise you to submit to me, for if you are wise, you would not wish to face my wrath," Glorfindel punctuated with a sharp rap to Haldir's ear.
Haldir ceased his struggles. He had no intention of submitting. His charm would make short work of this arrogant Lord. "My apologies, my Lord. You simply caught me unawares. I would be a fool not to wish to sample the charms of the great Glorfindel. Your prowess is not unknown to the Galadrim."
Glorfindel regarded the young Elf beneath him with amusement. "Do not seek to seduce me with your silver tongue, Boy. For I am not some simpering maid lured here for your amusement."
"My Lord, you wound me with your accusation. I am here to serve you, as you are a guest of the Lord and Lady. You have but to release your hold on me and I will demonstrate my willingness to comply with your wishes."
Glorfindel chuckled. "Oh, you will serve me, Boy. Have no doubt about that."
Haldir felt the first trickle of fear snake its way down his spine. It seemed his glib tongue would be of no use to him after all.
Glorfindel placed one hand on Haldir's neck and rose up to press his knee into his back. With his free hand, he retrieved the leather collar and tether, he had tucked into his belt earlier. In one swift movement, he collared Haldir. Gripping the tether tightly, he stood.
Haldir slowly rose to his feet. He was unsure what to make of this predicament. While he had often played at bending maidens to his will, he had never been placed into a collar. "Is this what you wish?" he asked tentatively.
Glorfindel regarded him a moment with smoldering eyes. "What I wish is for you to be silent, Boy. Now strip, for it is impolite to hide your assets from one who has claimed you."
Haldir felt as if he were a ship that had lost its sails and was adrift at sea.
"Do you not have ears with which to hear? I gave you a direct order. Perhaps you would just rather have your clothes cut from you. We can proceed that way if you wish." Glorfindel caressed the hilt of his dagger lovingly.
His mouth suddenly very dry, his throat constricting, Haldir swallowed painfully. He slowly began to strip, trying to stall for time while he figured a way out of this situation. Had he been thinking, he would have realized what a seductive picture he presented to Glorfindel.
Glorfindel watched with hooded eyes as piece after piece of cloth was slowly shed from Haldir's body, the moonlight playing across him like the tender touch of a lover. The boy knew not a tenth of his true charm.
"My Lord, has not this game gone on long enough?" Haldir said as he slipped gracefully from his leggings.
"The game is just beginning, my Boy. However, it is not for you to question my commands. You are an insolent chit, and it is clear to me that you cannot hold your tongue."
Haldir opened his mouth to retort but quickly snapped it shut, not liking the look that had entered Glorfindel's eyes.
"On your knees, Boy."
Haldir smiled secretly to himself as he dropped to his knees. He would turn the tables now, for he knew what Glorfindel would command from him next. None failed to fall prey to his mouth's talents. He conveniently forgot about his attempts at such manipulation with Celeborn. He licked his lips and sent a smoldering look at Glorfindel.
Glorfindel resisted the urge to smirk at the boy. His thoughts were plain to read. So he thought to turn the tables, did he? Glorfindel slowly circled the Elf until he stood directly behind him.
The gag that slipped between his lips caught Haldir completely off guard. He reached up to remove it, only to find his hands gripped and then bound with leather ties. Too late he realized his mistake.
Glorfindel looped the end of the tether around the branch of a nearby tree and retrieved his satchel of toys from the shadows.
"Now, my Boy, we shall begin."
Glorfindel reached into the bag and retrieved the silken blindfold. He had found that sensory depravation only served to heighten the pleasure of his submissives.
Haldir began to worry in earnest as the blindfold was slipped over his eyes. He was blind. He listened frantically for some noise that would give him a clue as to what Glorfindel was doing.
"You know, Boy, there is an art to the use of rope. Not many have mastered it."
Haldir felt the first caress of rope as it slithered across the backs of his legs.
"It is not a matter of simply binding the hands and feet, that is for amateurs. A true master can bind the body and turn simple flesh into a true work of art. I'm going to begin by binding your legs."
Glorfindel worked diligently, first on one leg and then on the other. When he had finished, Haldir's legs were wrapped in a pattern of large diamonds, the thin silver rope enhancing the beauty of his pale skin. The twin lengths of rope met to twine around his narrow waist in a delicate pattern of knotwork.
Haldir felt himself harden as the silken rope was twined about his thighs and hips. He shuddered as he felt the callused pad of Glorfindel's finger run up the length of his now hard cock. His gasp was muffled by the gag as the finger on his shaft was replaced by silk.
Glorfindel used a short length of rope at the base of Haldir's shaft and with a subtle twist gathered his sac as well. Loops now circled and separated them, displaying his arousal in all of its glory.
Haldir's mind was whirling. The sensual feel of the ropes around his legs had excited him. The binding at his groin was an entirely different sensation. Pleasure warred with discomfort as he felt his cock begin to swell and throb as its circulation was slowed.
Glorfindel picked up a longer piece of rope and began to work his craft upon the torso and arms of his captive. When he had finished, he stepped back to survey his handiwork. The cords crisscrossed Haldir's chest in an intricate display of diamonds and knots. His arms were bound behind his back. He was a work of art; one of the best Glorfindel had ever created.
Haldir strained to hear what Glorfindel was doing. He tested his bonds and found that he was immobile. He heard a rustle as something was extracted from a bag and then the quiet tread of Glorfindel as he circled him.
A moan rose to the back of his throat as he felt a callused hand pass over his straining erection. This sensation was followed by something as soft as down grazing his nipples, then his cheek, and finally his ass.
"Please!" Haldir was shocked by the muffled entreaty as it passed through the gag.
"What do you beg for, Boy? Pleasure or release? You shall have both, but on my terms. You were arrogant to presume that the Lord and Lady would be ignorant of your scheme with the girl. They have given me free reign to break you, Boy. What do you say to that?"
Haldir felt the gag slip from between his lips. "Please, my Lord. I see the error of my ways. It was folly for me to think that I could ignore their edict." He gasped aloud as he felt the sting of leather across his exposed stomach.
"Do not play me for the fool, Boy. I know that you tried to seduce your Lord even as you begged his forgiveness. I would have thought that he had broken you of the habit of lying. Perhaps he did not fuck you not hard enough."
Haldir was at a loss for words. No gentle seduction was this, no tender touches from his Lord and Lady. Tears stung at his bound eyes as he felt the lash once again on his shoulder.
"Answer me, Boy. Did he fuck you hard enough?"
"My Lord? I know not what to say. What do you wish me to say?" Haldir's words came haltingly, his tone distraught. Fear, lust, confusion, and panic were raging through him. He was unused to being forced to submit, he was unused to being out of control of a situation. With his Lord and Lady he had obeyed because they were his Master and Mistress. He was bound by oath and love to obey them. But this Lord held no such vow from him.
Haldir felt warm breath caress his ear as Glorfindel said; "I want to know if Celeborn fucked you hard enough."
"Yes…" Haldir quickly responded, remembering the pain of their coupling.
"I think not for you have nothing to compare it with. I shall ask you again, Boy, only you will have a point of comparison next time."
There was a long moment of silence. Minutes passed and Haldir began to wonder if Glorfindel had left him. Perhaps he was just here to scare him. Haldir finally relaxed and began to ponder how to release himself from the binds that held him.
Pain flared as his nipple was twisted between slender fingers. His cry of shock split the night air.
"What did you think, Boy? Did you think I had left such a tasty morsel as yourself? Did you think I would forgo the pleasure of sinking my cock between those pale cheeks of yours?"
The warm breath was back at his ear. His body had begun to tremble at Glorfindel's words. Celeborn had been gentle, how would he survive this Lord's assault? He felt a tongue run along the sensitive fold of his ear. He was unable to suppress the groan of pleasure that followed.
"Please, my Lord! I… please …" Haldir begged as tears began to flow down his cheeks.
The tongue left his ear and move to trace the line of salty fluid, and then it was gone. Warm lips caressed his, brushing ever so lightly. Haldir parted his lips unconsciously. His invitation was accepted as the lips settle firmly upon his, claiming him in a kiss that shook him to his core.
"Such sweet nectar from that honeyed mouth of yours. Such beauty is rare even among the Noldor. You are a prize to be cherished."
Haldir felt a hand caress his cheek lovingly. The sweet caress continued as Glorfindel spoke words of tender endearment. The caresses continued down his chest followed by the wet, warm heat of Glorfindel's mouth as he gently suckled the nipple he had twisted only moments before.
Haldir was beyond thought as Glorfindel continued to kiss and lick him, suckling one bud and then the other. He bucked his hips as the heat in his groin became unbearable. He wanted to feel Glorfindel naked above him. He wanted this Elf-lord to love him thoroughly, to take him to the highest peaks of ecstasy.
Then he was gone and Haldir made a sound of disappointment. "Please, my Lord, don't stop. I need you."
Glorfindel stared down at the boy kneeling at his feet, begging to be taken. "You forget who commands here, Boy."
Haldir twisted as the hated lash fell upon the sensitive skin between his thighs.
"Beg for me, Boy. Tell me how much you want this."
"Yes, my Lord. Take me." Haldir fairly screamed the words. He was excited beyond anything he had ever imagined. He did not resist as he felt a firm hand press on his back, pushing him face down on the ground.
"Please, my Lord, untie me so I may give you pleasure in kind," Haldir begged, not wanting to be taken like a bound animal.
His answer was a firm blow to his exposed ass. Again and again the lash fell until he sobbing and begging forgiveness for his impudent words. He was quickly learning that Glorfindel would not hold to him making demands unless he wanted them made.
"I will take you as I deem fit. You are in no position to make requests, Boy."
Haldir shuddered at Glorfindel's next words.
"I should like to fuck that insolence from you, Boy. Remind you of your place in this world. I am your Lord and you are my subject."
Haldir tensed as he felt rough fingers, slick with oil at his entrance. He knew that he needed to relax, or it would hurt terribly. Gritting his teeth, he felt himself begin to open.
"I can see that you did manage to learn at least one lesson from your Lord, Boy. That is it, open yourself to me."
Glorfindel took his time in Haldir's preparation. He quickly found his prostate and noted with satisfaction that Haldir gasped in pleasure when it was stroked.
Carefully, he inserted a second well-oiled finger. Tenderly, he stroked and stretched the young Elf bent before him. He made sure to slide a finger along the tiny nub, bringing him pleasure with each thrust of his fingers. He was here to punish the boy, not hurt him.
Haldir moaned aloud at the tender assault. The initial discomfort was not as severe as his first foray with his Lord and Lady. He relaxed even more as a third finger joined the other two. The pressure was both painful and pleasurable at the same time.
Glorfindel continued his thrusts while he oiled his cock with his free hand. He chuckled at Haldir's cry as he removed his fingers.
"Hush, Boy. You shall be full again soon enough."
Haldir felt Glorfindel's burning erection at his entrance, and groaned inwardly as it pressed inward. He felt hands grip his hips, and was surprised when the older Elf embedded himself fully in one smooth thrust.
Glorfindel was in awe of the tight, hot flesh encasing his shaft. Celeborn had been right, the boy was worth the trouble it took to tame him. He withdrew partially and then thrust back in, eliciting a cry from Haldir.
Haldir was shocked at the feel of cloth against his bare ass, the realization dawning that Glorfindel had not even bothered to remove his clothing. The mental image of the Elf-lord fully dressed slamming into his bound, naked body was disconcerting and erotic at the same time.
Glorfindel quickly established a hard rhythm, pounding his flesh deep within the tender, tight sheaf of the younger Elf. He groaned as he felt Haldir tense in discomfort. The constricting flesh against his hard cock was almost too much to bear.
Haldir cried out in ecstasy each time he felt Glorfindel graze the sensitive gland deep within him. He was being ridden hard, his face pressing deeply into the grass. His cock throbbed unmercifully, he wanted to come desperately but was unable to. Tears of pain, pleasure and frustration flowed freely, watering the ground beneath him.
Glorfindel knew his climax was fast approaching; he gripped Haldir's hips tightly and slammed home one final time before spilling his seed deep within the Elf. He fell forward on his boy and struggled to regain control of his breathing. Celeborn had been truly deficient in describing just how magnificent Haldir was.
Finally in control of his body once again, Glorfindel rose and tucked his now flaccid shaft within his leggings. He looked down at the bound and quivering Elf kneeling before him. Walking to the pile of clothing Haldir had discarded earlier, he retrieved the boy's dagger.
Haldir froze as he felt the cool, flat edge of steel slide along the sensitive skin of his sac. Then a moment later his groin was free of its binds. He thought he would come at that very moment but to his disappointment he did not. He felt the blade cut through the knots holding his right arm immobile.
Glorfindel stood back after cutting Haldir's arm loose. "On your knees and take off your blindfold, Boy."
Haldir was quick to comply. He used a shaky hand to push himself back on his knees and then he removed the blindfold. He blinked and Glorfindel came into focus. He was standing before him, fully dressed, Haldir's dagger held between strong, slender fingers.
"Tell me, Boy. Did your Lord fuck you hard enough?" Glorfindel's face was impassive, his emotions hidden from the younger Elf.
"No," Haldir's voice was a mere whisper.
"Did I fuck you hard enough? Do you still seek to conquer every pretty bit of flesh that catches your eye?"
Haldir dropped his gaze. "No, my Lord."
"No what? I didn't fuck you hard enough or no, you have no desire to continue as the whore of Lórien?"
Haldir's eyes snapped up to meet Glorfindel's. "No, I have no desire to continue my conquests."
"Are you in pain, Boy? Do you seek fulfillment?"
"Yes, my Lord!" Haldir's eager answer was quick in coming.
"Then see to it." Glorfindel smirked at the look of shock on Haldir's face.
"What?" Haldir asked, confused.
"Come for me, Boy. I would see your face as your seed spills upon the ground at your knees."
Haldir needed no further urging. Grasping his cock in his hand he began to stroke along its length. He quickly found his familiar rhythm and soon was gasping as he came. Panting, he looked up at Glorfindel.
"You are a sight of beauty, Boy." With a flick of his wrist, Haldir's dagger landed between his knees. "Cut yourself free and return to your duties, Guardian. Your Lord commands that you take an extra season on the Northern Fence."
Glorfindel retrieved his satchel and strode from the glade, leaving a dazed Haldir to free himself from the rest of his bonds.
The End
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