The Teacher

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Oropher/Elrond, Thranduil/Elrond, Legolas/Elrond, Elrond/Celebrían, Elrond/OFC
Warnings: Slash, het, graphic sex, bdsm, D/s, bondage, canonical character death
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the elves within or middle earth. They belong to Tolkien, and I am just borrowing them for a short while. I make no money from this.
Summary: A fanciful, smutty take on what Elrond’s story might have been through the ages.

Author's Note:

First of all, thank you to my lovely reviewers!

Binky! As always thank you so much for your encouragement. I hope you enjoy this chapter too. :)

Lily! Ah... here at last you should see what you have been waiting for. Have fun!

Everyone – just an extra warning for bisexuality. There is het in this chapter, and probably the next one as well.

Also, this is a flashback, finally carrying on from the predicament that I left Elrond in at the end of Chapter Nine. I hope everyone enjoys it! :)


Chapter Fifteen

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“Come, green leaf… be calm now. You didn’t think I was going to keep you all to myself, did you?”

“But I...” All of the protests he could make slipped from his mind when he was trapped between them both. As he looked down at Nimbrethil he again heard her words in his mind. I know what you have been doing, and at the moment I have no intention of punishing you for it. The way she looked back at him made Elrond swallow hard, and he leaned back against the familiar hard strength of Thranduil's body as if afraid, which in a way he was.

His upper body was bare and as Nimbrethil reached out to touch him he involuntarily shrank back. “My lady,” he said, and then swallowed again. “Majesty –”

“Mistress,” Thranduil whispered into his ear as if to aid him, and Elrond gasped. He could feel Nimbrethil's warm palm now on his chest, over his heart that was beating ever faster in nervous dread. She touched him as a lover would, and yet it was a new thing for Elrond, who had known male lovers only. The difference was vast. Although bold and fearless, Nimbrethil's touch was soft and gentle, even her hands were small and delicate, and he stared helplessly into her eyes hoping she did not see his secret.

Strange that here, in this place that should have seen him thinking of nothing but Oropher, he should find his thoughts turning to Celebrían. And yet they did. She had something... something that complimented him and yet he had never come close to experiencing this with her. One simple touch with intent. Elrond felt a change in himself, now that he faced something he had never known, and he suddenly wanted to be with Celebrían again – to see if she could cause this same fluttering feeling in his chest. Could she?

“You are afraid of me!” Nimbrethil suddenly said, her eyes widening as her hand dropped lower, rubbing the back of her fingers over the taut skin above Elrond's navel. “Why?” Then she laughed in understanding and Elrond wanted to plead with her not to make it known to Thranduil. It wasn't embarrassing – only private and personal.

“This is indeed a fine gift you bring back for me, husband,” she said lightly, her voice lowered and musical as she smiled at Elrond.

“I do try to please you always, Mistress,” replied Thranduil from behind him, and it was as though the game they had been playing before returning here had subtly changed. Elrond felt Thranduil's hands on his arms to keep him facing Nimbrethil when he would have turned away, and he felt the nervous excited fluttering of his heart increase.

There was a strange sense of relief and disappointment when Nimbrethil's gaze left him to light upon Thranduil behind him, and he closed his eyes, feeling ignored even as the Queen stepped nearer to him. Close enough so that the material of her dress touched upon his nipples.

“Yes, always. Like a cat bringing back a mouse,” Nimbrethil murmured playfully. “Are you a mouse?” She asked, and Elrond opened his eyes again in alarm, finding himself the sole beneficiary of Nimbrethil's attention again. He shook his head slightly in confusion, and Nimbrethil laughed.

“Oh, I think you are, Elrond. And perhaps I should say that my husband has found the perfect name for you, green leaf.” She was closer now, pressed against him while he trembled and stared helplessly into her eyes. “First kiss,” she said, and Elrond nodded slightly, but it hadn't been a question, it had been a warning.

Nimbrethil's lips pressed against his just as he heard Thranduil chuckle quietly into his ear because the King understood now what so far only Nimbrethil had seen. Kisses he had known, and yet none of them had been like this. For all of the brash attitude she displayed, her lips were soft and warm against his, generous and yet for all that somewhat delicate. Elrond had his eyes closed, and as Nimbrethil's hands tangled in his hair he couldn't help but imagine her stood on tiptoe to reach him, and it made his own hands twist in Thranduil's grip as he imagined holding her close.

Her tongue entered his mouth, dominating and aggressive after the manner of her husband, and yet there was still that elusive difference. It was all brand new, and Elrond found his mind dwelling on the difference itself as he moaned softly – rebelliously – because Thranduil still hadn't let him free. How would it happen? How would it feel? His fear was slowly being replaced by a strange kind of desire, almost as if a spell had been cast upon him, and Elrond started to respond to the kiss as his body awoke and pressed against Nimbrethil's skirts.

She stepped back sprightly, leaving Elrond to lick his lips as he rested his head back against Thranduil's shoulder. She wasn't as tall as them, and he was looking down at her, yet Elrond had never felt so helplessly enslaved. Come back, he wanted to say as Nimbrethil smiled in easy self-assurance.

“I think we should continue this somewhere more suitable,” she said at last, and Thranduil murmured an assent. She dropped her eyes suddenly, and Elrond just watched, almost entranced, not understanding the command until Thranduil told him to get on his knees.

“Yes, Master,” he whispered, his obedience borne of habit now, but he could not take his eyes from Nimbrethil.

Again she came close, one hand resting on top of his head as Thranduil let him go at last, and as if it was out of his control he embraced Nimbrethil, resting his cheek against her midriff in an attitude of supplication. “What say you, my little mouse? Shall we go somewhere more intimate?”

“Yes,” Elrond replied, hardly recognising the needy voice as his own as he clung to her, his hands curled around her hips as he imagined what was beneath the material of her skirts. Suddenly there were small but insistent fingers under his chin, lifting his head so that he had to look up at her.

“Yes?” she questioned, a darkness in her tone that made Elrond shiver, and he remembered what he had witnessed of Thranduil and Nimbrethil so long ago, because he saw that same cunning and malicious look in her eyes as he stared up at her.

“Yes, Mistress,” he supplied hastily, feeling so relieved when she smiled at him that he almost moaned.

“Then you must look respectable, even if you aren't. Put your robes on,” she ordered, making Elrond scramble to obey her, crawling quickly over the floor only to find himself at Thranduil's feet. He stared up for a moment and then stood, turning around to allow Thranduil to drape the heavy garments over him again. The King's hands lingered for a moment or two on his shoulders.

“Do not forget you are mine as well, green leaf,” Thranduil said softly, and Elrond realised that Thranduil was hard and aroused behind him. The change from something new and unexplored to something familiar was so sudden that Elrond gasped.

“I could not forget that,” he said, almost as a whimper, and he felt Thranduil smile as the King's lips rested on the back of his neck.

“Do not forget that she is mine,” he warned, but it was not truly a threat, and Elrond nodded once. “You understand now why I had to marry her, do you not?” A sudden memory came to him of Thranduil from long ago asking for his advice. I would do anything she asks of me. Anything at all. As he stood with Thranduil embracing him from behind, he looked to Nimbrethil, and he could not deny they were perfect for each other.

What had happened here? In truth little more than a kiss, and Elrond considered his own reactions for a moment, aware that there was much, much more to come, and he trembled again in Thranduil's arms. “Help,” he said weakly, to himself, and Thranduil laughed at him.

“Just walk, green leaf,” he said softly, gesturing to where Nimbrethil was already leaving the room. “Follow the leader.” And that statement at least made Elrond laugh too, despite his nervousness.
 

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There was a short uneventful walk down long corridors during which Elrond tried to bring himself back under control with Thranduil's hand on the small of his back. It might have worked, only when he followed Nimbrethil into a large room that was brightly lit to show off the giant bed all of his efforts were for nothing. There was other furniture, of course, but nothing was as prominently featured as the four poster with its draperies and velvet. This was their room, Elrond realised as Nimbrethil turned to face him. Thranduil closed the door behind them, and he took a nervous step back.

“It is much too late to run away, little mouse,” Nimbrethil teased. “We will not be disturbed in here, even if Sauron himself came into our woods.” For the first time Elrond appreciated the vulnerability of his position, and he remembered some of the things that Thranduil had done with him. They weren't all nice. “You are caught.”

“Will you hurt me?” Elrond asked, fearful in truth now as Nimbrethil smiled at him.

“When I hurt you, green leaf, you will beg for more of it.” And the fear turned to desire again, just like that. Elrond watched as Nimbrethil seated herself on the side of the bed, fully clothed, and studied him intently. “Undress,” she commanded, and with a shock Elrond turned his head for a moment to find Thranduil watching him as well.

“Do it by choice or I will have him help you,” Nimbrethil noted darkly. “You are a gift. I wish to see you properly.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Elrond replied faintly, hearing that unfamiliar word from his own lips again and feeling bewitched by it. It wasn't so difficult to undo the sash and shrug his robes from his shoulders. After all, only a few minutes ago his upper body had been naked before. He stood with his robes hanging from his lower arms in indecision.

“Let them fall,” Thranduil ordered, and Elrond closed his eyes as he let them go, hearing them drop to the floor, somehow heavy and soft at the same time. He slowly kicked off the slippers that covered his feet, and then his hands shook as he moved them to the ties that held up his breeches, having to open his eyes to see what he was doing. There was such a heavy silence around him that Elrond could hear every shaky breath he took as he bared himself to their hungry gaze.

His member was half hard already in anticipation and curious desire as he drew the breeches down over his hips, letting them too fall to the floor to step out of them. Now he stood naked before his captors, eyes trained on the floor where one of his slippers rested on its side, looking carelessly abandoned.

“Touch yourself,” Nimbrethil commanded, sounding a little breathless, and Elrond looked up defiantly despite his uncertainty as he moved one hand towards his member. He watched her watching him as he moved his hand slowly up and down. She wasn't looking at his face, and he began to breathe faster as his excitement grew, his own flesh becoming hard in his hand and hot against his palm.

“Stop,” she said then, and Elrond dropped his head at the same time as his hand, feeling defeated. “Turn around.”

If there was a trick or some amusement in her tone, Elrond didn't comprehend it until he turned and found himself facing Thranduil who was just as naked as he. Had he been following Nimbrethil's instructions as well? He must, and Elrond found himself suddenly torn from his thoughts when Thranduil pulled him close to kiss him. This was familiar – his own strength combined with Thranduil's as his hands tangled in the silver hair as if greedy to be closer... for more. He felt the King's fingers curling around his buttocks to hold him in place as their lengths rolled together, making them both gasp into the kiss. Thranduil turned a little and Elrond followed him, not realising until the King pulled back that they had moved to make themselves a display for Nimbrethil who still sat on the side of the bed fully dressed, her lips moistened and parted and her eyes sparkling in desire.

She stood, coming to stand between them, so small and fragile that their desire might have seemed too violently strong and out of place if she hadn't been so obviously hungry for it. She stretched her arms out to either side of her, placing one hand on Thranduil's chest and one hand on Elrond's as if keeping them apart. Maybe she was. Or maybe they were to share her. Elrond found himself exchanging a glance with Thranduil who gave him a little smile of enjoyment.

“You may undress me,” she declared, and Thranduil raised the hand that had been pressed against his chest to kiss it reverently, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Yes, Mistress.”


To be continued...

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