Title & Chapter Number: Unspoken 1.2/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, more's the pity. If I did, those beautiful elves would have a lot more fun than the good professor ever allowed them.
Warnings: Slash, duh. Tiny bit of BDSM, more implied than explicit, but don't say I didn't warn you. Also, some incestuous thoughts.
Betas: Nope
Cast: Elrohir/Glorfindel; Haldir/Elrond/Erestor
Timeline: Pre-LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Elrond has always fascinated Elrohir, but what happens when Glorfindel finds out?
Notes:
Meanwhile, at Lothlorien . . .
"I do not think my request was in any way unclear, Haldir." Lord Celeborn was using the tone with which wise elves did not argue. Haldir was not trying to question his lord's command, although perhaps his sanity . . .
"I am just not entirely sure that I understand." Haldir tried to make his gaze at the Lord of Lorien, impressively seated on his mithril-inlaid throne, as respectful as possible. He did, in fact, have a good deal of esteem for the Lord of the Wood, but it was also a factor that he did not want to be doing patrol on some orc infested piece of hinterland for the next century because he had offended him.
"I wish you to seduce my youngest grandson. Is this a hardship for you?"
"N-not a hardship, of course, Lord," which was true enough, Haldir thought in amusement. He remembered the young Peredhil from a long ago visit the elfling had paid to his grandparents, and as he recalled, he was as fair as the morning. Of course, innocents were not his usual taste, but still . . .
"Then I will expect you to leave as soon as possible. You duty shifts will be taken by others; there is no need to hurry back." Celeborn paused, and in a less dignified figure, Haldir might have thought he saw a look of embarrassment cross his Lord's fair features. "My grandson has developed an . . . unacceptable . . . infatuation with a male elf. It is my wish that you should transfer that infatuation to yourself, and remain in Imladris until he tires of you." Celeborn smiled slightly at Haldir's sudden look of alarm. "Do not worry, Haldir, you are unlikely to be away from Lorien for long. Elves of his age are fickle in their affections; once you have removed this ridiculous fantasy from his thoughts, he will likely begin to find many other young elves to his liking and you may then return to us. Do you have any questions?"
"Er, actually, my Lord, I have several." Haldir could think of many more than that, but Celeborn was not looking particularly patient at the moment. When his lord inclined his head slightly in permission, Haldir continued. "Perhaps it would be best if I know the object of his infatuation, so I could . . . ", he broke off at the angry red flush that passed quickly over his lord's features, and at the dangerous glint that appeared in his eyes. "Although," he hurried to add, "I am certain I can work around that."
"You may eventually discover the truth on your own, but you will not hear it from me," Celeborn stated firmly, and Haldir was not inclined to argue. Celeborn leaned forward in his seat slightly, looking even more the king than usual as he frowned down on his presumptuous Galadrim. "If you do discover this fact, you will keep it to yourself and mention it to no other, do you understand?"
"Yes, of course, my lord. No one shall learn of it from me, I assure you." Haldir wondered who this unsuitable person could be, to elicit such a response from Celeborn. Probably young Elrohir was slumming with some handsome stable hand.
"You said you had two questions?," Celeborn prompted, as Haldir hesitated. "Yes, Lord. Actually, I was just wondering why I was selected? Not that it is not an honour to serve you and the Lady, of course, in any capacity. But I cannot help but wonder . . . "
Celeborn's good temper seemed to have been restored, because he suddenly grinned in a most unkingly fashion. "I made a few discreet inquiries, and everyone with whom I spoke seemed to feel you were best suited to the job. There was repeated mention of an incident involving the Mirkwood princes last summer that I would much enjoy hearing about, when you have time. I am sure the reports I was given must have been exaggerated."
Haldir smiled slightly and backed away from the throne with polished grace. "Quite exaggerated, I am sure my lord," he murmured. "I will just go prepare for the journey to Imladris." He left the audience hall with Celeborn's booming laugh echoing in his ears. It was shaping up to be a more interesting summer than he had imagined.
~*~*~*~
Elrohir was regarding his father's seneschal with intense speculation. Remembering his mistake from dinner the previous day, however, he dropped his gaze to his breakfast plate before anyone noticed, and used a golden fork to toy with some fruit. The previous evening had given him much to think about, and the first reason to hope there might be a way out of his dilemma. Now he just had to decide whether to go through with it.
Risking another glance across the table, he decided that Glorfindel was fair enough, in his way. The elf kept himself well-toned and his skin was a pleasing light bronze from his regular rides of inspection around the borders of Imladris. His eyes were a bright blue at the moment as they politely regarded his dining companion, a visiting Lorien elfwife with two shy daughters in tow, who was no doubt hoping to marry at least one of them off to an Imladris noble. He remembered her eldest daughter from dinner the previous day, and barely repressed a shudder. Her dimpled cheeks, overly ornate robe and elaborate hair style had reminded him too much of Celebrian, and it had been all he could manage to be civil to her. Glorfindel was happily flirting away with the mother, however, and Elrohir narrowed his eyes slightly to see it. He had received the distinct impression the night before that females were not exactly to the seneschal's taste. He watched the sculpted lips form inanities with which to entertain the vapid creature at his side, and remembered their other uses . . .
Elrohir brought himself up sharply; these were hardly appropriate thoughts for the dining table. They were also distracting him from the decision at hand. Having always been a logical sort, Elrohir decided to lay out the situation as if it was a problem he had been posed by one of his tutors in class, which, he reflected wryly, was not far from the truth.
First, the problem. His infatuation for Elrond was not fading and, if anything, had become worse over time. Sooner or later, as he had accepted the night before, he would betray himself if something was not done.
Second, the proposed solution. Glorfindel had said something that had given Elrohir much reason to think. He had commented, both in the first seduction session after dinner and in the brief, but intense, follow up half way through the night, that Elrohir was "ripe" and that someone else would undoubtedly take advantage of his vulnerability if he did not. Despite the annoying smugness of the comment, it had given Elrohir reason to wonder if part of his problem was simply prolonged abstinence. Elladan, as he had frequently boasted, had lost his virginity at a much younger age than Elrohir was now, and had since acquired quite a reputation with the ladies. So much so that the Lorien elfwife currently tittering at another ridiculous story of Glorfindel's, had carefully shooed her precious daughters away from his carnal clutches the evening before, insuring that Elladan, at least, had avoided being bored to death by the banality of their conversation. Elrohir, the "good son," had not been so lucky.
So, perhaps the solution to his problem was simply to allow Glorfindel to do his worst, and hope that whatever release it brought was enough to keep his emotions under reasonable control.
The possible problems. Elrohir was a bit worried, not only about the act itself, on which he was still slightly hazy, but also on the depth of emotion he occasionally saw in his tutor's bright gaze. At the moment, Glorfindel, who happened to look up and catch Elrohir's eye, had nothing but amusement in his blue eyes. They flickered briefly down the table in Elrond's direction, but Elrohir merely smiled serenely and kept his gaze on the seneschal. Glorfindel made a small pout of pretended disappointment, and turned his attention back to his dining partner.
If he was always so easy going, so blasé, Elrohir would feel much more confident in his proposed scheme, but there had been different emotions in those eyes the night before. Elrohir tried to avoid thinking of the way his old tutor had almost worshipped his body, taking his hardened length into his mouth with the greatest of tenderness, and bringing him to shuddering release quicker than the younger elf had thought possible. He had then tenderly sent him off to bed, with none of the mocking glint that usually shone from those eyes. Hence the problem.
Glancing up once more, he let his gaze wonder over the long table at which family and favoured guests were seated for breakfast with the lord of the house. He had to admit that, other than for Elrond himself, who Elrohir studiously avoided looking at directly, the other guests paled into insignificance next to Glorfindel's blond beauty. Apparently the mother and daughters seated opposite him thought so as well, for the three could barely tear their eyes away from him long enough to finish their breakfasts. From a purely selfish standpoint, then, he supposed Glorfindel would be the obvious choice for his, as his tutor had phrased it, "continued education"; not to mention that he had made his interest more than clear. As if he felt Elrohir's gaze upon him, Glorfindel glanced in his direction once more and, with an impish air, proceeded to do lewd things to the group of fat blackberries on his plate. After several minutes of sensuously rolling the plump fruit across his lips and over his tongue, he practically had the elfwife seated next to him at the point of orgasm. Elrohir ducked his head to hide a smile, and soon after excused himself from the last few minutes of the meal. He had some plans to make.
~*~*~*~
Elrohir was seated that afternoon on an ornately carved chair behind and slightly to the right of his father's even more elaborate throne. It was his turn to help Elrond receive guests and answer petitioners to court, and it had, until recently, been a duty he disliked sincerely. His father's proximity caused him enough distress, but the added strain of having to appear nonchalant and avoid slip ups in front of, at times, hundreds of curious eyes was nothing short of torture. He had been constantly afraid that he would do or say something to give himself away. That day, however, he was finding the duty far less onerous. For one thing, Glorfindel, usually in attendance at these sessions in case his advice was needed, had assumed a standing position behind Elrohir's seat rather than taking a chair in the front row of the audience as usual. He had enlivened the normally dull event by whispering amusing and highly inappropriate observations about various petitioners into Elrohir's ear. In between ignoring the tickling sensation of the Eldar's breath on his sensitive lobe, and trying not to laugh at some of his wittier comments, Elrohir had had little time left to concern himself with his usual problem. It was, he had to admit, quite a relief.
Elrohir had another reason for enjoying the session more than usual that day. An emissary from Lothlorien, a Galadrim named Haldir, had come bearing news and compliments from the Lord and Lady. Such couriers were a usual sight at Imladris, and were greeted with universal pleasure as they often carried letters from friends and relatives in the Golden Wood. This particular courier was far more amusing than most, however, as it became immediately obvious as soon as he set foot in the audience hall, that he had never before met the master of Rivendell. Elrohir had silently agreed with Glorfindel's amused whisper that, "this should prove entertaining." And it was, he thought, trying but failing to keep a smile completely off his countenance as Haldir stumbled through the usual pleasantries. The handsome blond elf was either a bit slow, or else, as Elrohir strongly suspected, he was having difficulty even remembering his name in the presence of the lord of the house. His clear blue eyes never left Elrond's face from the time he rose from his first, and quite elegant, bow, to when he virtually stumbled from the hall a few minutes later.
He had so lost the expected elven calm as to actually have done a double take on first seeing the beauty at the front of the chamber. Elrond had given no sign, by word or deed, that anything unusual had occurred. Of course, Elrohir thought with some sympathy, he was no doubt accustomed to such things by now.
"That was one of the best on record," Glorfindel whispered, and Elrohir contented himself with merely arching an eyebrow at his naughty tutor, before turning his attention back to the rather pompous representative from Mirkwood who had just presented himself. Personally, he thought it might take the prize. After Haldir's comic exit, the session degenerated into its usual boredom, and Elrohir was glad to escape when it finally drew to a close. Before he could make his way off the dias, however, his father made a slight motion of his head that indicated he wished to speak with him, and they waited, side by side, while the gallery cleared.
"I would appreciate it if you would do me a service," Elrond said, when they were finally alone.
"Of course, Ada." Elrohir was surprised to see his father hesitate slightly, as indecision was not a normal feature of his character. It also seemed that he was choosing his words with some care. For a moment, Elrohir was seriously worried, frantically trying to think if anything he had done or said could have given Elrond reason to suspect him. His father's next words both alleviated that fear, and puzzled the young elf.
"Haldir of Lorien is here as more than a mere courier. He is widely considered one of the best of the Galadrim, and it is hoped that he can give us advice on how to improve our border's defences. There has been increased orc activity recently, and it concerns me. I would appreciate it if you could ride out with him tomorrow and note any suggestions he might have."
"Of course I will, Ada." He thought Glorfindel would be more suited to such a task, as the security of Imladris was one of the seneschal's primary duties, but Elrohir was not in the habit of questioning his father's wishes.
Elrond smiled at him then, a little sadly, Elrohir noted with mounting confusion. "I thank you. Haldir was specially selected for his assignment by your grandfather. I have been assured that he will perform his task admirably."
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