Undone

Glorfindel moaned as nimble fingers closed around his erection, nearly
losing his balance with the sheer ecstasy of the touch.

"Spar with me, mellon-nin, and you shall see my skill in
action....perhaps more than once." With a growl, Glorfindel pushed
Haldir harder against the frame with his body, trapping the Elf's hand
between both their burning desires and claiming the Lorien's mouth in
a kiss that threatened to steal the breath from the Galadhrim's lungs.

Haldir hoisted one leg to Glorfindel's hip and dragged it languidly
downward, all the while stroking the sleek hardness between his thighs
with one hand.

"Is that an invitation, Herumin?" Haldir panted, his voice but a
rasping whisper of lust.

He plunged his tongue between Glorfindel's lips before the other elf
could answer and savored the taste of him, pressing his own swelling
arousal against the crotch of the seneschal's soft leather breeches.

Haldir smiled fiendishly, a lock of his silvery hair falling across
one eye as he tossed his head loftily. "Spar with me then, meleth,
for I am always up for a good thrust of the sword."


Glorfindel slid his hands down Haldir's body pushing away slightly to
deftly loosen the laces on the Elf breeches. Dropping to his knees he
tugged the garment over the Galadhrims hips, freeing the Lorien's
erection from its confining prison of leather. The seneschal grasped
Haldir by the hips and smiled up through a curtain of tousled gold.

"I want to see if the rest of you Lorien Elves taste as good as your
lips...." Warm lips slipped over swollen flesh as Glorfindel took
Haldir's entire length into his mouth sucking and pulling in an
excruitatingly slow rhythm.

He shivered deliciously as Glorfindel's warm mouth slid over the full
length of his arousal and sucked, as if seeking to drink the essence
of his soul. Never had he been seduced by one such as this. Perhaps
the elf's age lent him an erotic mysticism that even Haldir could not
comprehend

"Mordor fires!" Haldir moaned, gripping the stall's wooden frame with
one hand as Glorfindel's tongue worked in a sensual, pulsating circle
against his throbbing flesh. "Ooooooh, Vala Noma!"

A rising crescendo of heat stirred within him and he felt his release
building with every stroke of Glorfindel's skilled tongue, pushing him
closer to the edge of titillating pleasure until he could hold back no
longer. With a shuddering gasp, he surrendered his to his climax,
groaning as his warmth rushed to fill the seneschal's mouth, his lithe
body convulsing with the force of it.

Glorfindel swallowed the full force of the Elf's release, letting the
tangy sweetness that was Haldir wash across is tongue. Releasing the
still throbbing member from his lips, The seneschal snaked his way up
the Galadrim's body trailing han hand across the Elf's smooth chest
to tangle in a mass of flowing silver hair.

The golden Lord breathed huskily into the Elf 's ear. "Lle desiel,
meleth-nin?" ( are you ready?)

"Aye," Haldir panted, "but first, let me ready you, my Lord."

Haldir sank to his knees before the golden-haired elf and gripped his
buttocks tightly with both hands, pulling Glorfindel against him. He
nuzzled the thatch of curls between his thighs before running his
tongue over Glorfindel's hardness. He grasped him with one hand and
immersed the seneschal's arousal in his hot mouth, licking and sucking
only briefly, coating his proud member in slick saliva.

Glorfindel steadied himself as Haldir took care to slicken the golden
Lord's swollen shaft with a practiced tongue, the lightest of teasing
touches bringing surges of white heat to the seneschal's groin.
Glorfindel moaned loudly as the mouth released, Haldir silencing the
seneschal's protest with a seal of his lips.

He then rose to his feet, pressing one last kiss to Glorfindel's
eagerly parted lips. "Love me, mellon-nin."

*Love me , mellon-nin*...

The words were like silken fingers wrapping around his arousal,
taking him so high he feared he would reach the summit before he
even tasted of the Lorien' Elf's tight pleasure.

Grabbing a blanket off a nearby stall, the seneschal tossed it
quickly to the ground, a mere triviality, for Glorfindel would have
taken this Elf on the side of a mountain of thorns if he had the
chance! The Elven Lord grabbed Haldir about the waist from behind,
rubbing his arousal between the Galadhrim's rounded cheeks and lowered
him slowly to the blanket to rest his hands and knees.

Haldir raised his backside slightly and bore back against the
seneschal's weeping arousal, teasing the slickened shaft against his
puckered entrance. He groaned in anticipation, arching his back
upward, begging to be taken.

He desperately wanted the senescinsiinside of him. . .and now!
Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled mischievously. "Sword-play..."
he said, his voice a low rumble of heated lust.

Glorfindel moaned loudly easing the tip his throbbing member inside of
the eager Galadhrim, the tight heat of Haldir's body squeezing him in
a pleasant vice of desire as drove deeper still, extracting a
shivering inhalation from the archer.

The seneschal grabbed a fistful of Haldir's still damp hair and jerked
his head back, leaning to nibble at the nape of his neck as he
partially withdrew and thrust harder.

"What do you think of my swordsmanship now, March Warden?" Glorfindel
asked in panting whisper.

"I think that you are. . .y-you are. . .ooooohhh," Haldir moaned as
Glorfindel squeezed one side of his hips with his free hand and
plunged into him, snapping his head back at the same time with handful
of hair, forcing him into submission.

The erotic duality of Glorfindel's sudden and intense domination
thrilled Haldir beyond words, for very rarely would the Lorien elf
allow anyone to rule him in such a manner.

The seneschal's hand snaked beneath Haldir's belly to firmly grasp the
hardness between his legs.

"Will I be your undoing once more, meleth-nin?" Glorfindel asked
solicitously, stroking Haldir's arousal into throbbing stiffness.

"I fear. . .that you might," Haldir rasped as Glorfindel took him
hard andt, tt, teasing his rigid member all the while with the
insistent caress of his capable fingers.

The billowing crest of pleasure's peak rose sharply within Glorfindel,
the heat of it spreading like molten fire throughout his entire his
body and he cried out in blissful delectation, spilling his warmth
into Haldir's body with a ragged gasp as his lithe frame shuddered
with the ferocity of that which he had denied himself for so long.
The sound of Glorfindel's passion culminated with Haldir's searingly
climactic release as the Galadhrim strained against his hand, the
seneschals' fervent touch, milking waves of pleasure from his body.

Haldir collapsed onto the blanket in panting heap, Glorfindel
following shortly afterwards, gathering the naked Galadhrim in his
arms as the archer snuggled against his chest with a sigh of
contentment, allowing himself to be held.

Glorfindel lay with the March Warden in his protective embrace,
savoring the heated glow of the sexual aftermath. No longer would he
deny his body the pleasure of another's touch, for he had lived to
long alone, crying in the darkness. He was going to live in light
once more.