Elves Gone Wild

Title: A Lesson in Submission
Authors: Anastasia and Bernsteinnixe
Email: dzikalwica@yahoo.com, Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
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Pairing: Haldir/Various
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everyone is tired of being dominated by Haldir, and Rumil wants revenge….

A Lesson in Sumbission

It was late morning and the sun’s light entered the talan in thick beams, masses of the silver and onyx hair of four Elves who sat huddled closely together, speaking in hushed voices.

“Are we sure we want to do this?” One of the blondes asked as the other produced a wine bottle.
“Of course we do” answered the other. “You said you wanted revenge? And I’m quite weary of people complaining to me that he must always have his way in bed. ‘Tis time we taught him a lesson, Rumil.” Orophin grinned at his dark-haired companions, handing the bottle to the one directly opposite of him. “Make sure he drinks at least two goblets; and that you don’t have more than a few sips yourselves, lest slumber take you as well and our plan shall fail.”

“We will not fail you,” Elrohir said with a voice so strong and proud one could not mistake him for a anything other than a lord or prince. He took moment to examine the bottle before his eyes met those of the blonde brothers again. “You will allow us to share in the spoils, yes?”

“By all means,” said Orophin. “You shall be first, followed by anyone else who is so inclined.”

The twins shared wicked looks and whispered something to one another. “Very well,” said Elladan. “He will be bound and blindfolded in the gardens by nightfall.”


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Haldir looked each of his identical visitors up and down appreciatively. He was *very* familiar with the princes of Imladris, so there was no need for formal greetings. “That will not be enough,” he said, nodding at the bottle in Elrohir’s hand. He stepped aside, allowing the twins entrance to his flet.

“’Tis very strong,” said Elladan. “Any more would make us unfit to celebrate.”

Haldir grinned. “We would not want that.” He went to his bar for some goblets while the twins made themselves comfortable on the divan. Haldir could feel two pairs of eyes fixed on him. He smiled to himself, shifting his shoulder so that his loosely tied robe would slip off of it.

He handed each of the princes a goblet, seating himself snuggly in between. “Allow me,” Haldir said, taking the bottle from Elrohir.

“Rumors are saying you’ve deflowered the Prince of Mirkwood,” Elladan said casually as Haldir poured the wine. Haldir smirked as he swirled the wine in his goblet, enjoying the fruity aroma. “Is it true?”

“Perhaps.”

Elladan’s jaw dropped and his brother laughed. “It seems Haldir has gotten to it before you. Our dear Elladan here is in love with the youngling.”

Haldir turned to Elladan. “Honestly? Forgive me then, I was not aware you wanted first taste or I would have restrained myself.”

Elladan shrugged. “’Tis not about being the first, “ he added with a grin, “but the best.”

“Are you saying that you could best me in lovemaking?” Haldir looked offended.

“I believe so, aye.” Elladan said smugly.

Haldir briefly considered proposing a contest, for he was sure of his status as the most skilled lover of all Elves; but then he noticed a length of robe and a sash Elladan had placed at his side. “What’s this?” he asked, picking up the two items. “You want to have some fun?” He tunred to Elrohir. “What do you say, meletronen, shall we tie him to my bed and blindfold him?” (my lover)

Elladan began to protest but was cut off. “Will you deny it now?” Haldir asked. “Why else would you have come prepared?”

“I think it is a wonderful idea,” said Elrohir, grinning as his twin’s eyes widened in alarm. He but his goblet down, as did Haldir, and simultaneously they pounced on Elladan.

The struggle that Elladan put up made his disapproval of the idea obvious, but neither Haldir nor Elrohir took his opinion into consideration. Elrohir used all of his strength to hold Elladan down while Haldir bound his wrists. When that was done, they carried the struggling prince to Haldir’s bedroom where they proceeded to tie him to the Marchwarden’s bed. Elladan glared at his brother before Haldir blindfolded him, but Elrohir anwered with a sadistic smile.

Haldir and Elrohir left the bedroom, returning seconds later with the wine and two goblets. As they drank—or rather, as Haldir drank and Elrohir pretended to sip at his wine— they gazed at the prince tied to the bed, speaking of his vulnerable position added to his sex appeal. Elladan growled the remarks, tugging harder on the ropes with no avail.

To Elladan, time dragged by slowly and it seemed as if hours had gone by before the laughter and merry conversation died down. Minutes later, a hand removed his blindfold. He looked up to see his brother smiling down at him, and then glanced at Haldir whose head was lowered, the guardian apparently in deep sleep.

“ I never thought snoring could be so adorable,” Elrohir noted, his eyes resting on Haldir.

“You will pay for this!” Elladan spat.

“Shhh,” Elrohir cooed. “I will make it up to you. ‘Twas only meant to humor him… after all, tonight will be difficult for him.”

“Just untie me.”

Elrohir quickly obeyed, taking the rope by which his brother was bound and moving towards Haldir. Together, they lifted Haldir from the chair. After removing his sheer robe they tied his hands together with the rope and applied the blindfold.

They stood for a moment, gazing at the Elf lying bound and naked before them, marble sculpted to perfection. “He will hate us for this,” said Elrohir. He turned to his brother. “What if he never sleeps with us again?”

“Then you will have to enjoy your time with him tonight,” said Elladan flatly. His anger was still too fresh to allow him to worry about future relations with the Marchwarden.

*****


Orophin and Rumil walked in silence towards the gardens, both wondering if the twins had succeeded in the plan. Their emotions were mixed: they wanted revenge for Haldir’s various wrongdoings, yet they felt that what was about to happen to his brother would be crueler than anything he had ever done to them. Nevertheless they had agreed to go through with it. Besides, it had been agreed by all that Haldir would not be forced to do anything he clearly said he did not want. So they continued on their way, slowing their pace as they approached the location they had agreed upon.

Haldir lay sprawled out on a picnic table carved of stone. He was apparently still asleep. Orophin and Rumil sat down on a bench where they would have a good view.

The princes were next to Haldir, looking down at him, curtains of dark hair brushing his alabaster skin. Fingers trailed lightly down the guardian’s body, causing his Elfhood to begin to rise while he still dreamed. It was a beautiful sight, and it was no wonder the group of Elves gathering to watch was growing steadily.

Suddenly, Haldir stirred. Moments later, he began to panic, thrashing and tugging at the robe. The twins were quick to sooth him, and he calmed noticeably at the sound of their voices. “What is this?” he demanded. “Untie me at once.”

“Nay,” the reply came. “We have submitted to you many times, now it is your turn.”

“I do not submit!”

“But there is pleasure to be found in being taken, lirimaer,” said Elrohir, his hand teasing the inside of Haldir’s thigh. “Will you not allow us to show you?” (lovely one)

Haldir’s breath came in rasps, for he was already thoroughly aroused. “If it is so nice, then why do you deny yourselves this pleasure?”

“We only wish to return the favor,” Elladan said in a seductively low voice before his mouth came down on Haldir’s, at the same time Elrohir swallowed the guardian’s rigid member.

Orophin and Rumil’s jaws dropped as they watched their brother writhe in pleasure. By now, both of them were sporting prominent erections, but rather than go and find some Elf to bury themselves inside, they decided to stay and watch.

Elladan produced a vial of oil. “Say that you do not want this, and we will stop,” Elrohir whispered in the guardian’s ear. Haldir clenched his fists and teeth in anger, but said nothing.

Elrohir nodded to his brother, and Elladan positioned himself in front of Haldir. “Lift your legs,” said Elladan.

“I will not!” Haldir protested. Elladan decided to make it easier on the poor Elf and did it for him, putting his Legs up on his shoulders.

Haldir suppressed a cry of pain as Elladan slipped an oiled finger inside him. The crowd grew quiet, all eyes focused intently on the trio. Nobody needed to be told that Haldir had never another to take him before. Everyone knew. Yet, to the surprise of the entire audience, he did not allow a single whimper to escape his lips even as Elladan buried himself inside him. His fists clenched, he trembled, and his face broke out in a thin sheet of sweat, but he made no sound.

Elrohir suckled the guardian’s cock attentively as Elladan began to thrust, matching his brother’s rhythm. Soon, Haldir began to relax and even moan.

By now, most of they audience had found a partner (or partners) to bear down to the ground. Others took themselves in hand as they watched. Still others did nothing, apparently waiting for their turn with the fair guardian.

Elladan buried himself deep inside Haldir one last time, howling into the night as he found his release. Elrohir was quick to replace him.

“I want him,” said Orophin, sounding determined.

Rumil raised a brow. “Who?”

“Our brother.”

“Oh,” said Rumil; but he knew the feeling. He wanted Haldir as well.

Another cry of pleasure. Elladan had finished. His moist skin glistened in the moonlight as he bent over, kissing Haldir’s seed-covered abdomen.

“Will you share your lover?” A proud voice came from the audience, followed by multiple gasps of surprise as Lord Glorfindel stepped forward. Most of the Elves silently thanked the Valar that Glorfindel had found the courage to ask that which they had not dared.

“What say you?” Elladan whispered into Haldir’s ear. “Do you wish to be taken by a Balrog-slayer?”

Haldir gave a short nod, and Glorfindel stepped forward.

Orophin turned his eyes on his younger brother, reaching over timidly to grasp his oozing arousal. Rumil started, but quickly relaxed again, finding the thought of Orophin touching him not so bad after all. He wrapped his own fingers around his brother’s column as well. They continued to stroke each other while watching Glorfindel pound himself into Haldir. Release came quickly for both brothers after having been suppressed for so long. They erections were quick to return, however, as they watched Galadriel and Celeborn replace Glorfindel. Legolas followed.

Haldir’s brother’s found themselves wondering how many Elves would have their way with Haldir before the night was through. They were beginning to worry for his backside… and that he might grow tired before they had had their turn. Thankfully, the crowd began to thin as the Elves wore themselves out pleasuring each other while watching the erotic display on the table.

Slowly, Orophin and Rumil approached the twins who had stayed by Haldir’s side the entire time. Orophin whispered into Elladan’s ear and the prince nodded. Orophin and Rumil had agreed that they did not want Haldir to find out that they had used him, so the remaining audience had to be sent away.

Orophin and Rumil stepped away while Erestor finished. Then, Elrohir clasped his hands together saying that Haldir would not be accepting any more lovers. Many disappointed groans followed, one of them Haldir’s. “Oh do not be disappointed,” Elrohir said to him. “There are still two in line.”

The princes moved away as Haldir’s brother’s approached again. Rumil immediately took his place between Haldir’s legs, gliding effortlessly into the seed-slicked passage. Meanwhile, Orophin took the a pink nipple between his teeth.

“Who are you?” Haldir asked.

“A stranger,” Orophin breathed, trying hard not to sound like himself. Rumil pounded furiously into Haldir, anxious to reach climax for the second time that night. The sight of his brothers kissing, their tongues showing, was all he needed to fall over the edge.

Orophin nearly shoved Rumil out of the way, sighing as he buried himself to the hilt.

Always having been something of a rascal, Orophin thoroughly enjoyed giving his brother pleasure, knowing how disgusted Haldir would be if he ever found out who had made him writhe so. He decided to take his time and draw it out, teasing Haldir with his cock.

“Saes,” Haldir begged, doing just what Orophin wanted. “Harder.”

Orophin wished he could speak, to tease Haldir further; but since he could not, he settled for torturing his brother with agonizingly slow strokes. Only when he thought he could take it no more, that his cock would burst, did Orophin quicken his pace. He was quickly promptly rewarded with a hissed, “Yess,” followed by many satisfied moans. He felt Haldir tense, and knew that his brother was close as well. At last, he lost control and began ramming into Haldir with all he had to give. The first drop of hot semen splattered on his hand triggered his own release. Stars exploded before his eyes and he collapsed on top of Haldir, gasping for breath.

To Orophin’s surprise, Haldir laced his fingers in his hair. “Who are you? Tell me…” Orophin answered with one of his mischievous smiles, which Haldir could not see. ‘One day you will find out… and you’ll wish you hadn’t.’

Tbc…