Sinful Fantasies: Musings of an Elf-Knight
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
6,415
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Wicked Anger
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Morierblackleaf: Indeed it is, but it’s a nice job. Means I get to look after him as much as I want :p haha and thank you, it’s always nice to hear your work is appreciated
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~Chapter four: Wicked Anger~
“Ah, Erestor, I see you are not too occupied as of now. Get over there, on that bench, kneel unto it”
Erestor stared at the elf he used to be glad to call his friend, obviously not interested in whatever Glorfindel had in mind.
“Erestor,” came the first reaction of the Balrog-slayer, “Don’t make me take what I want, make it easy on yourself”
The scholar sighed, “Glorfindel, get a grip on yourself, I told you no”
Glorfindel growled and approached his ‘friend’ grabbing him and nearly throwing him onto the bench before closing off the room, “Now…Strip”
Erestor rose, slowly starting to remove his clothing while praying to the Valar for someone to come by and rescue him from being taken against his will.
“Faster”
Erestor sighed and moved faster to remove his clothing, soon standing completely naked before the Balrog-slayer who looked him up and down appreciatively, “It’s a miracle that no one has come to claim you yet. You’re so very desirable…But then…if you bend over like this for me, who isn’t to say you do the same for others”
Erestor gasped in shock at that comment, “I’m not a whore” “No?” And with that he was pushed down onto the bench again, “I care to differ”
The scholar felt tears springing to his eyes, “Please…do not continue with this…please”
Orophin entered the public bathing area and looked around, straining to hear any sound, “Please!!! Don’t do it! It will hurt me!”
At first Orophin thought nothing of it, a virgin about to be taken and scared for the pain, it was well-known that this area was often used for such escapades…But something in that voice. He stood still and strained to hear something else “Glorfindel no!”
His eyes widened, he recognized that voice…‘Glorfindel? Oh Valar, please don’t let him be hurt by this elf as well’ He ran as fast as his legs were able carry him, praying that he would not be too late.
Breaking through the door he saw Glorfindel pressing his beloved down onto a bench, standing behind him ready to take him.
With a fury unknown to even himself he jumped on Glorfindel, bringing him to the floor, sitting on top of the Balrog-slayer he punched him several times, “You shall NOT hurt anyone else the way you’ve hurt me and my brother and Valar know who else”
Erestor stared at the marchwarden, thankful but confused. He rose from the bench and dressed as swiftly as he could before laying a hand on Orophin’s shoulder, halting him from further assault on Glorfindel, “Thank you”
Orophin stood up, turning to his mystery elf, “I’m glad I was here in time, no one should have to go through his assault. Are you alright?”
His elf smiled, “I am, thanks to you Orophin. My name is Erestor, I’m lord Elrond’s chief counsellor”
Orophin stared at Erestor, surprised that such a high-placed elf would even pay attention to him, “Erestor…” The name seemed perfect to him, “Erestor, I think… I think I’m in love with you” A blush formed upon his cheeks and his eyes travelled slowly to look at the floor, unwilling to watch the beauty and see rejection.
Glorfindel rolled his eyes at the pair, “How sweet”
Erestor was about to answer them when they were interrupted by a cough and a, “What is the meaning of this, Erestor? Orophin…Glorfindel?”
Orophin looked towards the door, seeing lord Elrond and turned to Glorfindel, “Ask him, milord”
Glorfindel nearly jumped to his feet, putting on his pants again before looking up to his lord, “I was just looking for some fun, milord”
Orophin openly stared at the Balrog-slayer, “You nearly raped him!” He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at Erestor who seemed not to agree with how he had revealed that piece of information, but he did not care, he would put a stop to people being hurt on Glorfindel’s account, “After you tried to assault my little brother! And Valar know who else he did harm to”
Elrond looked over at his friend, “Glorfindel, is this true?”
TBC…
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Still with me? :p
Morierblackleaf: Indeed it is, but it’s a nice job. Means I get to look after him as much as I want :p haha and thank you, it’s always nice to hear your work is appreciated
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~Chapter four: Wicked Anger~
“Ah, Erestor, I see you are not too occupied as of now. Get over there, on that bench, kneel unto it”
Erestor stared at the elf he used to be glad to call his friend, obviously not interested in whatever Glorfindel had in mind.
“Erestor,” came the first reaction of the Balrog-slayer, “Don’t make me take what I want, make it easy on yourself”
The scholar sighed, “Glorfindel, get a grip on yourself, I told you no”
Glorfindel growled and approached his ‘friend’ grabbing him and nearly throwing him onto the bench before closing off the room, “Now…Strip”
Erestor rose, slowly starting to remove his clothing while praying to the Valar for someone to come by and rescue him from being taken against his will.
“Faster”
Erestor sighed and moved faster to remove his clothing, soon standing completely naked before the Balrog-slayer who looked him up and down appreciatively, “It’s a miracle that no one has come to claim you yet. You’re so very desirable…But then…if you bend over like this for me, who isn’t to say you do the same for others”
Erestor gasped in shock at that comment, “I’m not a whore” “No?” And with that he was pushed down onto the bench again, “I care to differ”
The scholar felt tears springing to his eyes, “Please…do not continue with this…please”
Orophin entered the public bathing area and looked around, straining to hear any sound, “Please!!! Don’t do it! It will hurt me!”
At first Orophin thought nothing of it, a virgin about to be taken and scared for the pain, it was well-known that this area was often used for such escapades…But something in that voice. He stood still and strained to hear something else “Glorfindel no!”
His eyes widened, he recognized that voice…‘Glorfindel? Oh Valar, please don’t let him be hurt by this elf as well’ He ran as fast as his legs were able carry him, praying that he would not be too late.
Breaking through the door he saw Glorfindel pressing his beloved down onto a bench, standing behind him ready to take him.
With a fury unknown to even himself he jumped on Glorfindel, bringing him to the floor, sitting on top of the Balrog-slayer he punched him several times, “You shall NOT hurt anyone else the way you’ve hurt me and my brother and Valar know who else”
Erestor stared at the marchwarden, thankful but confused. He rose from the bench and dressed as swiftly as he could before laying a hand on Orophin’s shoulder, halting him from further assault on Glorfindel, “Thank you”
Orophin stood up, turning to his mystery elf, “I’m glad I was here in time, no one should have to go through his assault. Are you alright?”
His elf smiled, “I am, thanks to you Orophin. My name is Erestor, I’m lord Elrond’s chief counsellor”
Orophin stared at Erestor, surprised that such a high-placed elf would even pay attention to him, “Erestor…” The name seemed perfect to him, “Erestor, I think… I think I’m in love with you” A blush formed upon his cheeks and his eyes travelled slowly to look at the floor, unwilling to watch the beauty and see rejection.
Glorfindel rolled his eyes at the pair, “How sweet”
Erestor was about to answer them when they were interrupted by a cough and a, “What is the meaning of this, Erestor? Orophin…Glorfindel?”
Orophin looked towards the door, seeing lord Elrond and turned to Glorfindel, “Ask him, milord”
Glorfindel nearly jumped to his feet, putting on his pants again before looking up to his lord, “I was just looking for some fun, milord”
Orophin openly stared at the Balrog-slayer, “You nearly raped him!” He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at Erestor who seemed not to agree with how he had revealed that piece of information, but he did not care, he would put a stop to people being hurt on Glorfindel’s account, “After you tried to assault my little brother! And Valar know who else he did harm to”
Elrond looked over at his friend, “Glorfindel, is this true?”
TBC…
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