Through The Ages

Title: Through the Ages
Author: Mawgy
Beta: Naresha + Mum (Thanks guys!)
Dedicated to my Boney Arse *winks* *sheep*
Rated: R-NC17
Genre: Ansgt, AU
Warnings: Ummm, Sexual assault leading to rape! Please do not read if you are not old enough or won’t be able to handle such a theme!
Pairing: (eventually) Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: This fic follows the somewhat sordid lives of Erestor and Glorfindel from their childhood in Gondolin to their re-acquaintance in Imladris. Glorfindel is a Lord much like in medieval times and has power over everything and everyone, and Erestor, a lowly peasant.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this story… I just like to play with other people’s toys. ;)

AN: Like it says above, this is a R to NC-17 rated chapter with content of non-con and sexual assault with the intent of rape later to come. Please note this now and be aware of your own likes or dislikes of these issues before continuing on. If you choose to read even if it squicks you out then I take no blame for your own lack of judgement.

Chapter 12

The door swung slowly on its hinges and Glorfindel appeared, leaning casually against the doorframe. His hair was unbound, cascading over his shoulders and down his back. The white sleeveless, floor-length jacket he wore was left open and the matching leggings rode low on his hips, clearly showing off his well-developed chest, mid-section and arms.

The Lord purred low in his throat at the sight of Erestor. True, he was still wearing the gaudy robe his father had bought, but the vulnerable and slightly scared look on his face heightened Glorfindel’s thriving libido more than if the Scribe were naked.

“Good Evening, Erestor.”

“Lord Glorfindel,” Erestor bowed politely, if a little stiffly. The staleness of the younger elf’s breath caught the Lord’s attention and he frowned, knowing Erestor had consumed not a little wine but shrugged it off. Erestor was finally his.

“‘Tis a shame. You have just missed dinner,” Glorfindel sulked with a pout. “But you are just in time for dessert.” He licked his lips wantonly then grabbed Erestor’s hand and pulled him into the room, closing and locking the door behind them.

Erestor spun round unsteadily at the sound of the lock clicking into place, his eyes wide in panic and his breathing faster than normal. Glorfindel smirked at Erestor’s adorable vulnerability and walked forwards, matching Erestor’s every step of retreat until the Scribe came flush up against a wall.

“Ahhh, Lord Glorfindel, I would just like to say-oomph!” Erestor was cut off as Glorfindel smothered the Scribe’s mouth with his own. He eagerly grasped Erestor’s slim hips and began thrusting his already hard member into them.

Glorfindel’s tongue harshly thrust into Erestor’s mouth, ravaging the sweet confines, wrapping itself around the others and sucked it into his mouth, greedily feasting upon its juices. Glorfindel moaned as he assaulted Erestor, intoxicated with the other's mere presence. Erestor, however, remained flat against the wall, Glorfindel’s larger bulk giving him no leeway or route of escape. He whimpered at the Lord’s animalistic tendencies, his soft lips being torn by Glorfindel’s sharp teeth.

Changing the direction of his thrusts to the side a little, one of Glorfindel’s hands cupped the Scribe’s penis, kneading it through the fabric of his robe and leggings. Erestor tore his mouth away from the Lord’s with some difficulty and cried out in shock and pleasure.

“W-wait!… Slow down!” Erestor panted, pushing Glorfindel away by the shoulders, yet not budging the warrior a bit.

“NO!” Glorfindel growled fiercely, causing Erestor to wince. Placing his hands around the collar, Glorfindel ripped open Erestor’s robe, sending buttons flying everywhere, and pushed the material off the petite form. Erestor seized up in shock, his arms bent over his chest, hiding as much of himself as possible, his fists covering his mouth as his breathing palpitated.

Glorfindel took a moment to enjoy what little he could see of Erestor’s pale skin, his erection jumping at the sight. Bending down, Glorfindel grasped Erestor around the upper legs and hoisted the slim figure over his shoulder. Carrying him to the bedroom Glorfindel ungraciously threw Erestor upon the mattress, stripping the Scribe of his boots and leggings before he had stopped bouncing from the impact. Glorfindel frowned upon noticing that Erestor was soft and if the tears streaming from his eyes were anything to go on, not enjoying the proceedings at all. However, watching Erestor fold into the foetal position, any thoughts of concern were forgotten as he received a most delicious view of Erestor’s perfect little puckered entrance. Quickly disposing himself of his clothes, Glorfindel knelt on the bed. Grasping Erestor’s hips firmly, the Lord easily manipulated the distraught Scribe onto his knees, though the fair face remained hidden within hands and bedclothes upon the mattress, his posterior left exposed high in the air.

Grinning delightfully, Glorfindel positioned himself behind Erestor and gently parted the younger elf’s cheeks further. However, his smile died on his lips at the sight that greeted him.

“What is this?” he hissed harshly, pressing a thumb to the entrance.

“I-I th-thought you w-would no-ot want an-any he-he-s-hesit… hold ups,” Erestor brokenly explained, tears flooding the quilt cover.

“You know damn well this is not what I want!” Glorfindel cried and slapped the right cheek hard enough to leave an angry red handprint. “Get out and come back tomorrow before dinner!” The Lord watched Erestor scramble off the bed and rush out of the room, his pert buttocks bouncing as he went. Stopping outside the door, Erestor hastily pulled on his robe, holding it close around him and hurried towards the main door. “Oh and Erestor,” Glorfindel called out from the bedroom, hindering the Scribe’s exit. “Be sure not to prepare yourself again.”

Erestor fled to the wicked sounds of laughter, running back his rooms as fast as he could, throwing himself upon the mattress and curling into a ball. And there he stayed until daybreak.


TBC

AN: So, as you can see, another short chapter. Good thing they were in quick succession then hey?

Now, I know I’ve said I had 15 chapters completed, well, after reviewing the next few coming chapters I have decided they’re not quite going in the direction I want them to. So I’ll be taking a little while off to get these into shape and after a quick re-write shall get back into posting.

I’m sorry, especially as things are REALLY heating up now, but please know that I have a clearer idea than ever before where this is going which in the long run is best for you guys aswell!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and never fear, more is coming. And if I don’t post for two weeks, then feel free to come give me a quick sharp painful kick up the backside.

Thanks everyone,

Luv Mawgy

Ari: You sense some pervi-ness in Glorfindel, do you? Sorry, but shouldn’t that be the winner of ‘Obvious statement of the year!?’ :p :D (sorry, just laughing at your expense, please don’t take any offence.) I’m glad you’re liking it.


DarkDreamer: Well your method certainly proved usefull with the adultfanfiction glitch! And by no means was I knocking it, if you perhaps got that impression (I deliberated long and hard whether I should mention the way you review or not, just in case I caused offence). Besides, it makes it look as though I have more reviews, so who am I to complain? :p

Ooooh, naughty am I? Maybe I need a good spanking then? :p Or maybe we should leave all the torturing up to Glorfindel? Else I won't be able to sit for a while and continue my story. :D

Excellent news! Your dog arrived today. Tell him I am so grateful for my two left feet. I'm sure they'll come in handy while dancing... at least now I have an excuse for being such a lousy dancer!!! :p

I don't have any superglue right now, though there is some needle and thread lying about here somewhere. I'll let you know when everything is ready for you and your expert hands to step in.

Thanks very much, *hugs back*


Zenah: I’m guessing I’m one of your least favourite people right now, huh? Two chapters close together, but very short, and now I’m saying there’s gonna be a wait on the next one. Oh well, being ‘mad’ at me isn’t going to help your situation or patience. You’ll just have to wait. Though yes, my feet are fine now, thanks for your concern.


Crispin: Are you gonna call me a tease again? Glorfindel *finally* has Erestor within his grasp and once more lets him go! I’ve been very naught with this, haven’t I? Stringing you along like some puppet… Where’s your dignity!? :p

Hope you enjoyed in none-the-less.


Eredhien: Has this chapter helped with your anxiousness at all? At least they’ve seen each other naked now (though I doubt Erestor really took anything in). That’s still a step in the ‘right’ direction, yeah? They may not have done anything in the grander scheme of things, but they’re getting there… Thanks for reading.

Lyon’s Own: Damn! I *still* haven’t replied to your e-mail! Gah! What is wrong with me!? Look, if you don’t hear back from me in the next week then you have my express permission to drop me a line and tell me to hurry the f*** up, ok?

YES! Thankyou! Just what my feet needed indeed! That, and a good soak in Radox. As for the fridge, well, it you’re gonna take it can I at least store my milk in there and get it out at various times. To me there’s very little worse than warm milk. (Obviously there are, but for someone who’s grown up in a more privileged society than those in 3rd world countries, and to them is quite spoilt and my views on milk are narrow-minded indeed… I just *hate* warm milk!) So please, may I store it in the fridge and claim it back intermittently? *flutters eyelashes and looks hopeful*


Suzie: Yeah, a lot of people seem to be very iffy about Glorfindel. They like some things he does, such as allowing Erestor a moment to wipe his tears away, yet his actions which are opposite in intent are very concerning, obviously. And yet, the ‘next’ chapter always holds the hope that he may have changed in the time between, though as a writer it would be too soon to allow that to happen believably. But I am trying to write the more questionable stuff in a hot way, so that at the time of reading people are able to look beyond the questionable circumstances and focus on the content and think about the morals and implications later. So (hopefully), that also accounts for people’s wantonness to get to the next chapter quick too. And also just to get on with the story aswell, I guess. So, you’re not alone with your fears.

Thanks for the support and I’m glad you’re liking it.

Digdigil: *blushes a bright red tomato colour* Thanks! As I mentioned above in Suzie’s part, I try to write the sexier parts as hot as possible so that the readers can concentrate (and maybe get off :p ) on that at the time of reading, and later consider the ethics behind it all.

And you’re right, (of course), it’s not the way Glorfindel is ‘normally’ portrayed, and for that reason alone I thought this story would be an absolute flop and I would be run out of town by Glorfindel fans everywhere, but people have really taken a shine to it, which I am so flattered and honoured about. Personally I’ve been waiting for someone to write a story for a long time now where they don’t sugar-coat everything and there is a sinister but likeable main character (Glorfindel while horrible yes, also has his sweet moments, and given the environment he has been brought up in his personality is understandable and therefore also forgivable in the long-run. We are all results of our upbringing and what our parents teach us. He is no different, but is learning on his own now, and readers are hoping that will be enough to ‘set him straight’). And when nobody wrote that story, I decided to do it myself. And it’s really refreshing to find out in various reviews that other people have been awaiting a similar story too! (Their only bonus is that they aren’t the ones writing it, I am! So all the pressure’s on me now! :p )

And again, you’re right, bullying is still a big concern. It is visible from the schoolyard, to racist riots sweeping through Sydney’s suburbs (this weekend past) to the politicians we place our lives and future’s in everyday! And a result of bullying is power to those who win and nothing to the loser. Of course this idea has been exaggerated for the purposes of this story, but you get the idea.

Anyway, I’m so glad you’re enjoying this story. And at least you can be assured of one thing as far as this one is concerned; I *will* finish it! I swear! (2nd review answered below)

Arien: Thankyou very much. I’m thrilled you’re liking it so much, especially on the ‘believable’ part as that above everything is what I have been aiming for. Yeah, he has had a tough life, hasn’t he? And there’s no end in sight yet, is there? Still, wouldn’t be much of an angst story without some form of abuse? Ok in this one it takes a more physical side than in most, but I think it also has a lot of emotional and psychological trauma. Sure it’s brought on mostly by the physical stuff, but it’s there none-the-less. As for the main person of this angst being Glorfindel, well, yeah, it kinda *has* to be him. Sure it could be someone else and we don’t see or hear from him until he has ‘changed’, but where’s the fun in that? My main challenge and greatest pleasure for this story is writing his growth. And it is especially hard as he isn’t the character we follow all the time; that’s Erestor. So Glorfindel’s actions show his growth. Now, as we know from his childhood he showed no remorse in his behaviour towards Erestor. And now on the surface it is hardly any different, but he does have his occasional sweet moment which shows he is starting to break free from his parents’ teachings. And that’s why I’m ever so grateful you mentioned that it is ‘believable’. I’m happy you think I’m doing a good job and am succeeding in what I set out to do! :D *does happy dance*

The Halls of Waiting, while they will obviously play an important part on his life/death, they’re not the be all/end all of his personality growth and change. As I’ve already stated he’s starting to break his programming. Whether that is enough before his time of death to eventually win Erestor’s heart, well, you’ll just have to keep reading to find out.

Thanks again.


Digdigil part. 2: I’m sure I could arrange something… Erestor will probably be *very* happy to get the blonde warrior off his back for a few hours. Still (and no offence to you), somehow I just don’t think sex with you will have quite the same effect and overjoyed reaction from other readers as it will with Erestor. So… I could wrap him up in bubble wrap and post him to you and will post the experience up in place of one of my normal chapters, to which you will have angry, screaming fans quick on your tail, or we could leave him to Erestor and you’ll be able to walk freely and without pain (I get the feeling Glorfindel will be a tiger in the bedroom! :p ;) Very, uh, passionate indeed). So, up you…? What shall we do?

Don’t worry, my mum’s also had a go at me, saying the peasants have been under their Lords’ thumb long enough… when will the change come!? Not to worry though, I haven’t forgotten all this and while no action on that front shall happen for a while, a reminder of the bubbling tension shall be brought up in the next chapter (or the one after that, can’t remember off the top of my head). So yeah, don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten all that stuff. Like I said, we’re all results of our upbringing, and if my mum has raised me to be a free-thinking left-wing activist, then I have by no means forgotten something needs to change in this society. After all, I am the author. Why can’t I make my own perfect little utopia (*coughsRivendellcoughs*) once the violence has stopped?

Thanks again, glad you’re enjoying it. Rotten timing though, hey? With my sudden notice of needing time to proceed with the next few chapters. Still, I promise they won’t take too long.

Thankyou to everyone once more. And I mean what I said about the kick up the arse if I don’t update within two weeks. There’s no way it should take me that long, unless I get lazy. So yeah. In fact, dayly reminders probably wouldn’t go astray either. Keep me on track and all that. (I’m not the world’s most self-disciplined person in the world. But then again, what daughter of a middle-aged hippie mother is? :D )

Luv Mawgy