Something Special, Something Sacred

Imladris, Third Age 2033

"Quickly, Glorfindel. Or have you become so clumsy that you cannot unfasten a simple clasp?" Erestor demanded, his dark eyes glittering with annoyance.

He watched coldly as Glorfindel's trembling fingers failed, yet again, to unlatch the clasp on the sleeve of his lover's robe. The anger he had been struggling against for months since the scene at the family's dining table erupted and he drew his hand back. In a blink of an eye, he had struck the kneeling Elf across the cheek, snatching his sleeve from the unsteady grip. "You are a bumbling fool, Glorfindel. A disappointment and pathetic in your endeavors to please me."

Glorfindel continued to kneel, his head bowed, but his hair was carefully pinned, still allowing Erestor to watch the flush of humiliation creep across the proud Elda 's features. He could see the minute tremors course through Glorfindel's form, but his fury was all consuming.

"You cannot even undress me in a timely and efficient manner. Are you truly what Elrond trusts his defenses to?" He scoffed, pushing Glorfindel's hands away from him as the Elda tried to finish removing the formal robes. "No! I have wasted the better part of the hour allowing you to grapple with a simple robe. No, I will do it." When Glorfindel reached out again, Erestor backhanded him a second time. "Do as you are told, Glorfindel! You submit to me, and yet you disobey me. You repeatedly let me down; are you certain you even have the desire to please me?"

When Glorfindel did not answer him, Erestor reached out, grabbing the blond's chin and forcing him to meet his eyes. Tears shone in the sapphire pools, and Erestor felt a stab of guilt as he took note of the bruise forming on the high cheekbone, but he shoved it away. If Glorfindel would perform to his potential, striking him would not be necessary. "Answer me, gwauren," he demanded in a low, menacing voice. ( dirty boy)

"I desire to please you, Sir," Glorfindel said in trembling voice.

Erestor released his chin, removing his own robes as he spoke. "Then please me," he muttered, his stomach churning with the meekness he saw in Glorfindel. He handed his robes to Glorfindel, watching as he walked on his knees to the wardrobe, carefully hanging the heavy brocades up. "Do not disappoint me before Elrond tonight, Glorfindel," he warned when the Elda returned to his side.

Glorfindel merely nodded, his head still bowed and his hands laced securely behind his neck. Erestor looked down at his lover and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He quelled the anger within him as though snuffing out a candle. Punishing Glorfindel was Erestor's least favorite task, but neither could he overlook such infractions and expect to maintain trust and control. "Are you certain you understand what is going to happen tonight?" he asked Glorfindel, his tone again soft and loving. "Are you certain you are comfortable with Elrond being here?"

"Aye, Sir," Glorfindel answered. This time, though, his voice was strong and confident, and Erestor allowed himself to relax a little. Maybe he really was over-thinking the situation. Of course Glorfindel was still the proud Elda warrior he'd fallen in love with. The borders of Imladris were just as safe under his command as they always were, after all, and Glorfindel was still respected and admired among his men. Besides, if Glorfindel felt he was truly being harmed by anything they did together, he always had the safe word they'd agreed upon to put an end to it.

"Stand and come," Erestor called, walking to the center of the room. Glorfindel stood gracefully, silently following Erestor. "Wrists out." The Elda complied, offering Erestor his slim wrists. The Noldo shackled the pale flesh, and then fastened them to a metal ring connected to a long chain. He left Glorfindel standing with his hands tightly bound together and went to the wall. Erestor turned the winch, watching as Glorfindel's arms were drawn up toward to ceiling. Soon, the Elda stood stretched tall, his body tight as he balanced on the balls of his feet.

A small cart on wheels was set up beside the winch. A clean linen towel was spread on the top shelf, and the tools for tonight's session were carefully placed upon it. Erestor slowly pushed the cart to the center of the room where Glorfindel was suspended. He then walked to Glorfindel's side again and ran his hands over the bowed chest, tweaking the blond's nipples playfully. "You are so beautiful," he breathed, devouring Glorfindel with his eyes.

The knock at the playroom door signaled Elrond's arrival. Erestor slid his hand down between Glorfindel's legs and gripped the stiff member tightly as he pushed his tongue roughly into Glorfindel's mouth for a quick taste. He then walked quickly to the door and invited the Peredhel inside. Elrond allowed Erestor to take his heavy outer robe, but remained dressed in a lighter robe over his tunic and leggings. While Erestor hung the robe next to his own, Elrond went to the wheeled cart and placed a few more items there: a flask of clear alcohol for cleaning, a tin of healing salve, and a roll of thin cotton cloth for bandaging.

The Elf-lord gave the rest of the items a quick inspection, and nodded approvingly. He reached out and gently patted Glorfindel's side. "Are you still all right with this idea, meldir?"

Glorfindel looked over to Erestor, quickly lowering his eyes before the Advisor noticed. Elrond noticed, though, and favored Glorfindel with a slight smile and conspiratorial wink. "Aye, I am certain, Lord Elrond," the Elda finally replied, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he fought not to return the smile.

Elrond cleared his throat and turned back to Erestor. "Everything is ready for you, Sir," he said, deferring to his former lover with respect in the other's domain. Elrond then retreated to the corner of the room, well out of the lighted circle, but still nearby in case he was needed.

Dressed in only his leggings, Erestor approached Glorfindel. He took the small flask and tipped it, pouring a small amount of the antiseptic into his palm. The Noldo was careful, cleaning his hands thoroughly before he took more of the fluid and cleansed Glorfindel's chest. He smiled when the cold touch sent a shiver through Glorfindel's body, the Elda 's arousal pulsing slightly as his nipples were caressed.

Erestor turned to the cart, taking a thick needle between his fingers. He looked at his lover's face, gaging the Elf's reaction to finally seeing the implement. Glorfindel's eyes, though still downcast, widened as the silver needle shone in the candlelight. Neither fear nor anxiety were present in those blue orbs, but the permanence of the ritual was not lost upon the Elda. Erestor cleared his throat, coming close to the bound blond. "Though I have helped in this type of marking, Glorfindel, I have never done so to one of my partners. You are the first, and the last, I will do this for."

From the cart, Erestor also took a small cube of ice from an icicle he had chipped earlier in the day. He pressed the cold cube to Glorfindel's right nipple, his own sex filling as Glorfindel hissed and squirmed, the Elda 's arms tensing in their bonds as he fought not to recoil from the touch. Erestor counted to ten, and then removed the ice, tossing it onto the tray. He dabbed at the damp flesh with clinical efficiency, using some of the cotton cloth. The Noldo moved quickly, pressing the needle to the stiff, frozen peak on Glorfindel's chest. He gave no warning, pushing the sharp metal through the reddened nipple, a wave of arousal washing through him as Glorfindel stifled a cry as he threw his bead back.

He watched closely as he twisted the needle in the flesh, widening the hole and enjoying Glorfindel's whimpers and writhing. The blond's erection was still hard, drops of pearly fluid dripping the longer Erestor manipulated the metal. He brought forth a small, slim mithril rod; one end was capped with a tiny ball and the other was threaded for another ball. Erestor focused on the now-warm teat, quickly pulling the needle completely through, following it with the bar. Within moments, the cap was on the threaded end and Erestor used some cloth soaked with the alcohol to clean the swollen nipple of the blood.

Erestor could sense Elrond's close scrutiny, the grey eyes intent on his back, ready to assist at any moment.

The needle was dipped into the fluid, the ice applied to the left nipple, and Glorfindel continued to squirm under Erestor's touch. "You like this," Erestor said softly, driving the needle into Glorfindel's flesh again. While turning the needle, he stroked Glorfindel's heavy sex, fondling him roughly, and pulling gently at the metal in his skin. The blond's breathing became strained, and Erestor could see the telltale signs of release in Glorfindel's movements. He removed his grip, bringing the second mithril rod to Glorfindel's stretched nub. "These are mithril, Glorfindel. They will not cause infection or irritation. When the last Dwarven delegation came through Imladris, I had them commissioned for you. When you are healed, they will support lovely, heavy weights." Erestor stood back after cleaning the second nipple, admiring his handiwork. " Banwain," he breathed. ( most beautiful)

Finally, Erestor tore his eyes away from Glorfindel. He turned toward Elrond and motioned for the Elf-lord to approach. Elrond inspected the pierced flesh, not shying away from touching Glorfindel's body or brushing against the Elda 's protruding erection. He also took the opportunity to examine some of the half-healed cuts and abrasions elsewhere on Glorfindel's skin. Once he had satisfied his healer's concern, Elrond clapped a hand on Erestor's shoulder. "Excellent work, Lord Erestor."

Erestor returned the gesture. "My thanks, Lord Elrond. Would you care to remain? My Glorfindel and I have discussed his performing for an audience, and now seems an appropriate time."

"I would be happy to," Elrond said, carefully watching Glorfindel for his reaction and ready to follow his statement with a "but" if necessary. Glorfindel, though, showed no loss of interest, no sign of shame or fear. "Thank you," he finished smoothly.

Erestor smiled and nodded. He reached up and tapped the quick release switches on Glorfindel's shackles. The blond Elf stumbled at the sudden freedom, falling against Elrond.

"Apologize to Elrond!" Erestor snapped, slapping Glorfindel's backside savagely.

"I am sorry, Lord Elrond," Glorfindel said immediately. He brushed at Elrond's robe, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles.

Erestor grabbed Glorfindel by the arm and dragged him to the sloping half-table near the side of the room. He pushed Glorfindel against the back of the table and bent him down along the slope, pressing him forcefully onto the surface. Elrond paced slowly to the front of the table, looking down at Glorfindel dispassionately, then up at Erestor, holding the Advisor's gaze for a moment and nodding for him to continue.

Under Elrond's stormy gaze, Erestor untied his leggings, releasing his straining arousal. He dipped his hand into the nearby bowl of oil, always available for the Councilor to make use of. Erestor stroked himself, his eyes focused on the soft swell of Glorfindel's backside. He drew his other hand back, striking the blond sharply on one buttock. "Spread your legs," he demanded, watching in satisfaction as the Elda quickly complied. "Good." The Noldo pushed forward, breaching Glorfindel's body in one swift movement. "We want to hear you, Glorfindel," Erestor said softly, his voice thick with his desire.

On cue, the Seneschal began to whimper and moan, cry out and pant as he was taken roughly by his lover. Erestor's attention was drawn from watching Glorfindel's muscles flex and twist to Elrond, who removed the inner robe he had kept on during the piercing. A smile played on Erestor's lips as Elrond easily took his own shaft in hand, leaning his shoulders against the wall as he stroked himself in time with Erestor's pace.

The tight, hot velvet of Glorfindel's passage gripped Erestor's length, and the added pleasure of having Elrond in the room heightened his passion. He wanted to show Elrond just how obedient, how submissive his Glorfindel was, but he controlled that desire. Elrond already had wild suspicions regarding their relationship, and Erestor did not want to feed those thoughts.

Erestor blinked, breaking his reverie, realizing Glorfindel had become quiet; his body was no longer tense as he was pounded into.

Of course not, Erestor thought ruefully. He was not in pain.

Annoyance surfaced, and was quickly replaced by a cold, resentful fury. He slid his hands up Glorfindel's back, his eyes calculating and narrowed as he swiftly unbound the golden locks. Wrapping the long strands around his slender fingers, he raised his dark eyes to Elrond, who continued to stare at them with clinical interest though he was half-nude and touching himself before them. Erestor wrenched back on Glorfindel's hair, causing the Elda to cry out and rise up off the table some. Thrusting as hard as he could, tugging on the mass of silk in his hands, Erestor brushed Elrond's mind with his own, giving his Lord an image.

Elrond nodded and stepped away from the wall, coming closer to Glorfindel's up-turned face. Erestor hungrily looked on as Elrond pulled on his flesh with abandon, looking down at the Elda as he did so. It only took a few moments more before the Peredhel threw his head back, a strangled cry filling the room as his seed spilled from his body and struck Glorfindel's bared face.

Erestor felt Glorfindel's body stiffen, a whimper escaping his lips and his passage pulse and squeeze him as the blond reached his own release. Elrond's mind touched Erestor's, offering him the sight of his lover, which Erestor allowed.

Through Elrond's eyes, he saw Glorfindel: his back bowed, his nipples pierced and tight with the strain the position placed on his chest, his hair back, sticky white strands covering his brow, cheeks and lips, and his sapphire eyes dull and sightless, immersed in his pain and humiliation.

The Noldo screamed suddenly as he came, the vision of his lost and broken lover bright in his mind. He fought back the tears and anguish, refusing to give Elrond the satisfaction of knowing that things were not right between Glorfindel and himself.

And Erestor was beginning to wonder if they ever would be again.

TBC...