Cuil Eden

Chapter 50 - I'm a little awed by what a long story this has become, but then, it would be hard to do Legolas and Glorfindel justice in anything shorter. Those two are just too complicated. ;)

Anyway, as this is some sort of anniversary, I have a special treat for you, as well as for Legolas - not only is this chapter as long as 3 of my usual chapters, but it is also full of smut (the only way to truly celebrate an anniversary, Glorfindel says). :)

50

After Legolas had rescued a sticky-fingered Gîlríon from the overabundance of confections he had been plied with, they continued to walk around the market for a while longer. Legolas noted a few items which would make good presents for Gîl’s begetting day in addition to the toy Lainiell, and in the end, he had Haldir distract his son while he purchased several small, beautifully carved horses and warriors, all bedecked in ancient armor. One of them even had golden hair, and Legolas smiled, imagining Gîl’s excitement.

Their stroll brought them to one of the smithies, where Legolas halted in fascination for several minutes, watching with longing as the master smith worked on a beautiful, large sword. In the end, Haldir laughed and shook his head and made to pull him away. “Your son is getting impatient, Prince… And even if you offered all the gold your Lord owns, it would not get you this sword. My Lord Celeborn ordered it – ordered two of them, I should say, for they are gifts for his twin grandsons.”

With a last gaze of longing at the beautifully crafted weapon, Legolas allowed Haldir to lead him away, barely noting the arrows and bows his guide began to peruse at the next stall. “Maybe one day, I will wield a weapon like that… Certainly my Lord would be proud of me then. I will just have to try harder at my lessons,” he sighed, imagining himself riding side by side with his Lord into battle, grown tall and strong and swinging his deadly sword…

“What do you think of this?” Haldir interrupted him, nodding towards a bow made from a wood that seemed to gleam golden in the sunlight. “Mallorn wood – I do not think there are the likes of it in either Mirkwood or Imladris. It might seem fragile, but there is no bow which shoots truer,” he enthused, stroking the smooth grip with something that came close to reverence.

“Oh,” Legolas said, giving the bow a polite look. “It looks very beautiful.”

“Beautiful it might be, yet it is a deadly weapon in the right hands.” Haldir shook his head when he realized that Legolas had turned to look back towards the smithy. “Have they even taught you how to use a bow?”

“Yes… Of course I can use one,” Legolas answered, a little surprised by Haldir’s enthusiasm. “Well enough at least to shoot myself a rabbit if I was hungry, like all the other youths.”

“A rabbit?” Haldir smirked. “Has our esteemed Lord of the Golden Flower not seen fit to get you a true master of archery for lessons, then?”

“Oh… As I already knew how to shoot, he decided I should concentrate on sword fighting for now, as I had never held a sword before.” Legolas blushed when he remembered the duel, then continued more softly. “You will have seen that I am still in need of a good many more lessons, but I am going to work very hard, so that one day I will be worthy of a sword like the one we just saw.”

Haldir raised his brow as if he wanted to say something, but then he just shook his head and turned away, returning the bow to the merchant and whispering something Legolas could not make out. Then he took up the pile of parcels and bags again, giving Legolas a questioning look.

“I think it is time for us to return,” the youth said with a sigh. “Gîl will get tired very soon, once the excitement wears off, and I do not want to carry him back.”

“I am not tired, ada!” Gîl exclaimed indignantly, and Legolas smiled at the answer he had expected.

“But do you not want to show your horse to atto, and play with it in your room?”

“Yes! Atto has to look at my Asfaloth!” Gîlríon said and clutched the toy horse happily to his chest. “He has to play with me, and you too, ada!”

Legolas laughed softy. “We will, Gîl, I promise.” He took hold of Gîlríon’s hand, and then they started on their way back to their large guest talan, Haldir grumbling good–naturedly about the weight of Legolas’ purchases.

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Glorfindel’s eyes lit up when Legolas and Gîlríon entered the room. Ignoring Haldir for the moment, he swung a giggling Gîl up into his arms, then leaned over to wrap an arm around Legolas’ waist to pull him close and kiss him.

“There you are – I thought you would leave me alone all day!”

Legolas blushed. “It has not been that long, my Lord… Gîl insisted that he could have stayed at the market for a few more hours, but then he could not have played with his new toy.”

“Look at it, atto!” Gîlríon interrupted, holding up the white toy horse so that it almost hit Glorfindel’s nose. “That is my Asfaloth! You have to play with us now!”

“Now, little star?” Glorfindel pressed a kiss to his brow. “I think your ada needs a moment to relax. Would you like to show your Asfaloth to the Lady Arwen? She told me that she would love to play with you, and then when you return, your ada and I will play with you all evening. How does that sound?”

Gîlríon nodded in ready agreement, but held out his arms for Legolas to hug and kiss him as well before he was ready to go with Haldir. Legolas had blushed a little at Glorfindel’s words – it was obvious what his Lord had in mind, and while he was certain that it would indeed encompass the bed, he did not think that he would get to relax while Gîl was gone.

"I think we had better leave you alone now," Haldir said with a sly smile that made Legolas blush even more and remember the mysterious parcel the guard had purchased for him. "Yet if you could find a few minutes tomorrow, my Lord, to discuss a different matter, I would be grateful."

"Certainly," Glorfindel said slowly, though his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Yet he asked no questions, and although Legolas fearfully wondered for one moment whether Haldir would tell him the truth about their day after all, he quickly forgot about that once Glorfindel pulled him tightly against his body as soon as the guard was gone.

Legolas sighed softly, feeling happy and safe and as if he were coming home, smiling when he could feel how the warm chuckle made Glorfindel’s chest vibrate.

"Did you enjoy yourself, roch neth?" Glorfindel inquired, and Legolas nodded, his eyes closed as he deeply breathed in his Lord's scent.

"I did... but I missed you too, my Lord," he admitted.

"Did you, now?" Glorfindel murmured, nuzzling Legolas' neck so that the youth tilted his head back with a soft gasp to invite more of the caresses. "Was Gîl not enough to keep you occupied?"

Legolas smiled, then sighed with desire when the tip of a tongue flickered against his pulse.

"He... he was very good, my Lord!" he gasped. "But I still missed you... I always do!"

Glorfindel's lips curved against his skin with a smile. "Mmh...." he purred. "If you had such a good day... did you buy something nice then? Or shall I be forced to just push you down onto the bed and ravish you without further ado?"

Legolas trembled against him, his eyes closing as he moaned hungrily, desire racing through his body at Glorfindel's words. "Please..." he whispered without realizing it, then moaned again when he felt the evidence of Glorfindel's desire for him hot and hard through his clothes.

"You are so lovely," Glorfindel said hoarsely. "I could spend my life making love to you until Arda is unmade, and not regret a second of it. Bury myself so deep inside you that I can feel your heartbeat surround me..."

"Oh..." Legolas breathed, feeling so weak with lust and need that it was almost like fainting. "Yes... yes! I want it, too! Please!"

Glorfindel chuckled again, then kissed him so slowly and deeply that Legolas forgot everything, his world reduced to his Lord's taste, his scent and feel, and the need to completely surrender himself an aching pull on his heart.

"You did not answer my question, roch neth," Glorfindel whispered against his lips when he finally pulled back, watching with a satisfied smile how Legolas had to swallow several times before he was able to speak again.

"I... I brought some Mallorn blossom oil," Legolas said nervously. "I thought I could rub it into your skin after your bath.."

"Mmh," Glorfindel sighed in approval. "Yes, that sounds good! Did you buy anything else?"

Legolas swallowed, looking down when he felt his cheeks flush with heat. "I... We went.. I mean, Haldir showed me...That parcel over there, it..."

He fell silent, so embarrassed when he remembered what had happened that he could not speak. Glorfindel had watched him carefully, but now he laughed softly.

"You are blushing, Legolas... Now I am curious. If you will not tell me, I shall just have to find out for myself..."

Legolas watched, holding his breath when Glorfindel walked over to the table where Haldir had left their purchases. He wanted to tell him to stop, to explain how it had all come about, but he found that he could not speak as he watched his Lord open the parcel.

There was silence for a moment, then Glorfindel turned back to him, one of his brows arched quizzically. "Did you truly buy this, roch neth?" he asked in amused disbelief, chuckling when Legolas first paled, then blushed.

"I... my Lord, I... I have to tell you..."

"Oh yes, you have quite a lot to tell me, it seems," Glorfindel said, still chuckling as he pulled an item out of the parcel.

The black leather flogger. Legolas moaned miserably.

"Is that supposed to be a hint, roch neth?" Glorfindel teased. "Do you wish for a firmer hand? Have you gotten a taste for the whip now, hmm?"

"Oh, don't, my Lord," Legolas said, blushing such a bright red that Glorfindel began to laugh again.

"Did you truly buy all of this?" Glorfindel then asked again, shaking his head with amusement as he perused the contents of the parcel.

"I... no," Legolas admitted miserably. "Haldir did... but I told him to. We were in the saddler’s shop, he said you know it well, and he was taunting me... and then some of his friends came in, and it seemed like such a good idea at the time..."

Once Legolas was finished with his recollection of events, Glorfindel had to wipe the tears of laughter from his eyes. "Oh, well done, Legolas! They will never let him live it down... I wish I could have seen that!"

Legolas smiled in relief at having his tale so well received. "What did he buy then?" he asked, curiously trying to catch a glimpse of the parcel's contents, but Glorfindel smirked and stepped in front of it again to hide it from Legolas' eyes.

"Curious, roch neth? I think I will show you, one after the other... by using them on you."

"Oh, please don't, my Lord," Legolas said helplessly, knowing that Glorfindel had seen the flash of desire in his eyes at the suggestion.

"Are you afraid?" Glorfindel whispered softly, walking up to Legolas again with something hidden in his hands. Legolas swallowed, wanting to look down to see what it was that Glorfindel held, but he found he could not look away from his eyes.

"Yes, my Lord," he admitted, trembling again, but he knew that they were both aware that it was from desire.

"Take off your tunic," Glorfindel commanded softly, and Legolas' fingers hastened to obey before his mind had fully understood the order.

He clumsily opened one button after the other, his fingers shaking with fear and excitement so that it took far longer than it usually did – and all the while, Glorfindel's eyes kept watching him, deep and dark with lust, so dangerous...

Legolas moaned softly when his tunic finally fell to the ground, wanting to fall to his knees too, to plead for he knew not what... Mercy, maybe, or maybe the permission to worship his Lord with his hands and lips.

"Close your eyes, roch neth... I am going to play a game with you today," Glorfindel murmured, raising a hand to brush away a wayward strand of hair from Legolas' face when the youth obeyed. "Do not be afraid – I think you will like it," he added, laughing again when Legolas turned his head to rest his cheek against his palm like a cat demanding affection.

"So very beautiful," he whispered again, shaking his head almost as if in disbelief at the lovely picture of the trusting youth in front of him. He pressed his lips to Legolas' hair for a moment, sighing contently at the familiar scent and the silky softness of it, then stepped behind the youth. He took hold of Legolas hands and gently pulled them behind his back, feeling the rapid flutter of his pulse against his fingertips. "Be calm," he whispered soothingly and then closed the leather manacles around the slender wrists, hearing Legolas take a sharp breath and freeze.

Glorfindel smiled and stepped around again to look at the youth. Oh, there was a hint of fear, yes, but the eyes that usually were the innocent blue of a summer sky had darkened now, and were half–covered by his long, black lashes. Legolas was the very picture of desire, and when he tried to move his hands and found himself powerless, a small, trembling sigh escaped him and he looked up at Glorfindel with such helpless submission and adoration that Glorfindel felt his desire grow into a sharp pain.

"So beautiful," he whispered, gifting Legolas with a tender smile, and then he took a few steps back until he reached the table where the open parcel still rested. He smirked then, his expression changing into something almost sinister as he took the purchases and carried them with him over to the bed.

Slowly, he sat down, his eyes never leaving Legolas' trembling body, until at last he chuckled.

"So beautiful... and so helpless. So vulnerable."

Legolas blushed and took a step forward. "My Lord..." he whispered beseechingly, not understanding what game Glorfindel wanted to play, but at the Lord's next words he froze, perfectly understanding all of a sudden what Glorfindel had planned.

"You have been captured, prince... You are all alone here in my camp, with none of your people to help you. Is there a reason, my little captive, why I should let you live?" Glorfindel smiled maliciously, and Legolas felt his entire body flush with heat, barely able to hold back a moan at the sight of Glorfindel – so arrogant and masterful that he wanted to sink to his knees without protest.

Nervously, he licked his lips, feeling slightly ridiculous – but far more than his embarrassment he felt the heat of desire that filled him at Glorfindel's words. He remembered suddenly how it had been that day when Haldir had given away his true name, when what was now a game had been reality for him – when he had been forced to kneel and beg for his life in truth.

So much had changed during the two years that had followed since their first meeting. As certainly as he knew that Glorfindel loved Gîl, he knew that this was truly but a game, and that his Lord would never hurt him in such a way again.

With a soft moan he tugged on the manacles, shivering at the powerful sense of arousal that swept through him at the realization of how helpless he was.

He remembered how it made him feel to lie across his Lord's lap for punishment, and thought of the answer he had given Celeborn that one evening. He did not like the pain... but he did enjoy Glorfindel’s discipline, as embarrassing as it was. There was no hiding that fact, not when he had found his pleasure in such a way so often.

And why should he not enjoy being helpless for his Lord, to give him his surrender, his vulnerability as a gift? It was strange if he considered how their relationship had started, but the truth was that he trusted Glorfindel more than anyone else on Arda.

Had his Lord known these things about him from the beginning? He had not known them himself, and even after being with Glorfindel for months, had been frightened by his reactions to his Lord's dominance. But there was nothing to be afraid of, and nothing to feel ashamed for... his Lord had taught him that, and Legolas felt love and affection and yes – arousal – swell up inside him like a wave.

"Please, do not kill me!" he begged, and it took no effort at all to make his voice tremble as though with fear, although it truly was desire and need that made his words weak and shaky.

"It would be a waste to kill you," Glorfindel agreed in a dark purr that made Legolas bite his lip so he would not moan, "you are far too beautiful – oh, I can think of better uses for you. Come closer, Prince, and let me look you over!"

"What... what do you want of me?" Legolas asked, his heart beating faster with every step he took towards his Lord.

"First... first you will kneel before me. And then you will show me proper respect, little Prince. Call me Master," Glorfindel commanded, and Legolas felt so weak with arousal that he fell to his knees without further protest, his breath catching slightly when the position reminded him of his bound wrists.

He could not help but tug, but the manacles were sturdy and held together by three thick links of metal. There was no escape for him – his Lord spoke the truth, he was completely at his mercy.

The knowledge made him moan softly, and want to immediately surrender to his Lord. Yet despite his desire, he shook his head, wanting to please Glorfindel by playing along with the game.

"No, I shall not!" he said defiantly, but then swallowed when Glorfindel took an item from the parcel. It was the flogger, and although Legolas had seen it before, he still tried to flinch away in panic when Glorfindel used the handle to tilt his head up.

"Oh, you shall, little Prince... You shall call me Master, and mean it. It is your choice whether you will feel the touch of this before or not..."

He raised the flogger, then gently swung it forward so that the tresses settled over Legolas' shoulder, the tips tickling over his back. Legolas gasped in fear, even though the motion had been far too slow for it to hurt. Yet the leather strands were heavy on his shoulder, and he shivered when he imagined them coming down onto his back with force.

"I... Please, don't!" he begged, feeling small and vulnerable even though he knew it was just a game, yet at the same time he knew that he would not be able to bear it if Glorfindel stopped here. "Please don't... Master!"

The admission wrung a little sob from him, and Glorfindel laughed in dark pleasure. "That is not so hard, little Prince, is it?" he murmured, finally putting the flogger away to instead bury one hand in the silky veil of the youth's hair.

"How do you intend to pay me for sparing your life then, now that you have deprived me of the pleasure of seeing you cry out under the whip?"

"I... please, I will do anything you desire, Master, if you show mercy!"

Legolas gave Glorfindel a pleading look, trembling at how menacing he looked. Maybe it should have been embarrassing, this game they were playing. Yet instead of it being shameful, being forced to kneel - to beg for mercy - had him hard with desire, and for one moment he felt grateful that Glorfindel would not only know those things about him, but also knew how to give them to him without shaming him for it.

"Mercy..." Glorfindel smiled slowly. "Like I said, that is something you will have to earn.”

"Please... I surrender myself to you, Master," Legolas whispered, deeply bowing his head in submission until his forehead rested on the floor.

"Please, have mercy..."

Slowly, he pressed his lips to the arched instep of Glorfindel's bare foot, remaining in that position for a long moment, feeling almost light–headed with arousal and the need to please, to submit. Above him, he heard Glorfindel groan, and the thought that he was pleasing his Lord was almost enough to make him spill himself without a further touch.

"Serve me, and I shall be merciful," Glorfindel said, and although his voice was soft, it had the taste of a threat. Slowly, Legolas sat back up on his knees, his mouth opening to ask how he should serve, but at the sight that greeted him all words were forgotten.

Glorfindel's fingers were deftly pulling on the ties that held his breeches closed, and after only a moment, his hard shaft sprang free. Legolas moaned then, feeling a desperate need at the musky scent of arousal that suddenly enveloped him, and without further thought leaned towards it, pressing his lips to the wiry, golden curls to hungrily breathe in Glorfindel’s heat and scent.

"Yes..." Glorfindel hissed. "Serve me, Prince, and earn your life!"

There was no thought of protest now; not even for the sake of the game could Legolas have resisted the feast before him. And he did not want to resist – that was the truth about him, the truth that only Glorfindel knew and understood. He wanted to submit... He wanted to be told what to do; he wanted to obey and be praised for it by his Lord.

"Oh, yes," Glorfindel moaned, and Legolas echoed his moan, pressing his lips in reverence to the base of the hard shaft, to the full pouch beneath, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin there before he could no longer hold back. He licked from root to tip, groaning in helpless hunger at the salty taste that exploded on his tongue there, fanning his desire so that with a whimper of desperate need, he wrapped his lips around the crown and sucked.

The sounds Glorfindel made spurred him on, soft groans, gasps for air, and then large hands came to cradle his head gently, but firmly. They kept him in place while he willingly took the hard length deep into his throat, with the awareness of his complete surrender and helplessness running hot like a fever through his veins.

It did not take long at all – once, there was a moment when Legolas thought Glorfindel might want to pull back, but he renewed his efforts, needing to feel his Lord find his pleasure more than anything then, and Glorfindel gave in with a low groan. Legolas could feel him stiffen in his throat, twitching with the hot gush of release, and when his Lord finally pulled back, Legolas moaned in disappointment, yearning for the taste that he had been deprived of.

"Sweet, sweet Legolas," Glorfindel whispered, still breathless, and drew his face up for a long, lingering kiss. "Oh, that was beautiful!"

He smoothed Legolas' hair away from his face with a content sigh, leaning back on the bed to regain his strength, and Legolas knelt patiently at his feet, still flushed with desire and need.

He licked over his swollen lips, tasting his Lord on them, and moaned weakly, then lowered his head to the ground again to kiss Glorfindel's feet once more, trembling at how complete, how overwhelming his submission felt just then.

For a long moment he waited, wondering whether Glorfindel was even looking at him, but finally there was a hand in his hair again, pulling him up to meet the lazy and thoroughly satisfied look of his Lord.

"Ah, you are perfect, roch neth," Glorfindel breathed, then let go of his hair to stretch with a sigh. "Do not fear... I have not finished with you by any means. For now, though, you may get up, so I can help you out of your leggings – that does look uncomfortable."

He chuckled and gave Legolas' groin an amused look, where the damp fabric showed the outline of his straining shaft only too clearly.

"Oh, please, my Lord!" Legolas gasped involuntarily when Glorfindel's fingers touched him there, but the Lord just laughed and cruelly shook his head.

"Not yet," he denied when he pulled open the lacing, then pushed the garment down Legolas' thighs so the youth could step out of them. "Come, join me on the bed, roch neth."

Clumsily, Legolas did as he was told despite the manacles that still held his wrists bound. Glorfindel smirked at the small moan that escaped him when the head of his swollen shaft brushed against the coverlet, but then pushed him down so that he came to rest on his side.

"Did you like that?" he murmured, lying down behind him so that his breath tickled the fine hair at Legolas' nape. "You were not afraid, were you?"

"No," Legolas said and swallowed against the urge to roll over and rub himself against the bed until he found release. "No, of course not... You told me it was a game, my Lord. You must know I enjoyed it!"

"Good... we might play it again sometime. You looked most becoming on your knees, pleading and frightened..."

Legolas could hear the satisfied smirk in his voice and groaned, wriggling a little in Glorfindel's grip.

"You will not be able to play it again if I die of neglect first!" he complained, his voice hitching when Glorfindel chuckled and simply reached around him to take him into a firm grip, squeezing him once so that he bucked like a wild horse.

"Ah, ah... none of that spirit, roch neth," Glorfindel purred and moved his hand so that his fingers tightened threateningly around the pouch beneath, cradling the firm globes in his warm hand so that Legolas stilled with a groan at how vulnerable this made him feel.

"Oh, please, my Lord... Have I not been good? Do not torment me so!" he begged, whimpering a little for good measure, and then with real feeling when his Lord's fingers squeezed him just a tiny amount more tightly.

"Will you behave for me then, roch neth?" Glorfindel asked and Legolas moaned in assent, allowing himself to be pushed onto his belly and spreading his legs for his Lord's touch without having to be told.

"Oh yes... very beautiful," Glorfindel sighed, leaning over him to press a kiss to his neck, smiling at the way the bound hands flexed against his chest. He allowed his own hands to travel across Legolas' back, stroking over the sharp ridges of his shoulder blades, clearly visible because of the position the manacles forced his arms into. "Lovely... I could play with you like this all day," he said contently, then laughed at Legolas' impatient moan.

"Do not despair, roch neth, I will allow you your pleasure... eventually." There was a smirk on his face, and he looked up and down the helpless body of the youth spread out beneath him. Then he let his fingers follow his eyes, exploring the smooth skin, teasing all the hidden, sensitive places until Legolas was moaning again and helplessly moving his hips in search of friction.

"Ai, Valar... I could eat you alive!" he groaned when he looked at the perfectly rounded buttocks, taut muscles quivering with need. He leaned down and bit into the firm flesh, hard enough to leave a red imprint of his teeth there that faded only after several heartbeats.

"You are perfect," he said again, more softly. "Do you even know what you are doing to me? Legolas vain nín... I am yours as much as you are mine."

"My Lord..." Legolas whispered, his voice strangely shy and trembling with what might have been tears, but before he could say anything more, Glorfindel gently rested a hand on his head, stroking him as if he were a child to be soothed.

Then the Lord leaned down, pressing a kiss to one of the bound hands where his ring still gleamed on a thumb, so that Legolas gasped in surprise at the unexpected caress. Glorfindel’s hands returned to rest on the slim hips, then moved to massage the firm buttocks, moaning in approval at how well they fit into his hands. His thumb pressed hard against where he had bit Legolas until the youth gasped, and then he let his fingers stray to the place they had aimed for so often, pulling the globes apart to reveal the small, round muscle hidden between.

Glorfindel grinned at the oily sheen that gleamed on the rosy skin. "I watched you prepare yourself for me this morning," he purred, his breath teasing against the sensitive flesh so that the little muscle constricted and relaxed again, as if beckoning for his touch. "I love watching you do that... Watching you slide those slender, long fingers deep inside yourself, and knowing that you are thinking of my cock while you do it. Do you know that you always close your eyes then, roch neth, and that your breath hitches a little?"

He smirked when the small opening twitched again. "Delectable," he breathed. He gently blew against it, chuckling at the moan Legolas could not hold back, then touched the tip of his tongue to it, circling around it while Legolas yelped in surprise and squirmed beneath him.

"Keep it up and you will go to bed hard and desperate," Glorfindel threatened and laughed when Legolas stilled beneath him almost immediately, his body trembling with the exertion of holding himself motionless.

"Good," he then said in satisfaction, breathing against the ring of muscle simply for the joy of seeing it contract with need, and hearing the youth whimper. Again he circled around it with his tongue, loving how he could feel Legolas' desperation in the way every muscle of his body tensed, and then pushed inside with the tip. Legolas squirmed, but there was not much he could do with the lower part of his body held immobile by Glorfindel's weight, and his wrists still bound with the leather manacles.

He was making little sounds, pleading maybe, or even crying, but he had muffled them by turning his face into a cushion so Glorfindel could not tell.

"You are so hot inside... so hot and tight," Glorfindel purred when he finally pulled back, pressing a fingertip against the wetly gleaming opening and watching with a moan how it slid inside without resistance from the relaxed muscle. At Legolas' sigh of approval, he added a second finger, then licked at the delicate, stretched skin again. "You look good when you are filled, roch neth – and suddenly you are so well–behaved too, once you have something pushed deep inside you, something spreading you open, claiming you... You need that to show you your place, mmh? I am wondering just what else Haldir has chosen for you..."

Legolas whined at the loss when Glorfindel pulled away from him, but quickly fell silent, muscles quivering with tension when he heard Glorfindel rummaging through the mysterious parcel.

"Hmm, that is curious... Why did he not get..."

Glorfindel frowned, shaking his head, but then his eyes fell onto the flogger that lay discarded at the end of the bed. He studied it for a moment, then took it into his hands with a smirk forming on his face.

"Haldir, you bastard," he said with reluctant admiration, laughing when at his words Legolas began to struggle again, trying to turn over so that he would be able to see.

"Oh no, roch neth, stay just as you are!" he commanded sternly, watching with satisfaction how the youth fell still again, although he was tense with fearful anticipation.

"Tomorrow, I think, you will thank Haldir for his most thoughtful help in picking out appropriate... gear for you," he ordered, loving the soft moan of dismay this brought him. "And you will be oh so very grateful, once you have had a chance to feel what he chose for you... He must be quite confident in what you can take, but then of course, he knows how I am built."

A smile tugged on his lips when he saw another blush heating Legolas' face, but then he took a vial of oil which Haldir had most graciously also thought to include, and opened it to rub some of the golden liquid into the smooth, black leather of the flogger's handle. It was thick and sturdy, though not quite as impressive as his own length – yet it was leather, not warm flesh, and the simple shock of being penetrated by something inflexible and unknown would make this difficult to bear for Legolas... and most entertaining for him to watch.

But there was something else he had seen in the parcel…

“Close your eyes,” he commanded, then pulled out the length of black fabric. He leaned forward, carefully covering Legolas’ eyes with it and knotting it behind his head. At the youth’s surprised gasp, he rested a hand on his hair to soothe him. “Poor Legolas,” he whispered, “so helpless, so completely at my mercy,” and smiled at the soft sigh that answered him, knowing that it was exactly what Legolas desired.

Still, he did not want to overwhelm him, and so he reached down to open the leather manacles. He closed his own hands around the slender wrists in exchange, and pulled them up to rest on the bed above Legolas’ head.

“Keep them this way, roch neth. If I see you move your arms at all, I will make you so very sorry for it!” he threatened, then watched with growing lust how Legolas stretched a little beneath him, his voice trembling with need as he promised to obey.

“Good... You may moan and cry out as much as you like. No one will come to save you.” He chuckled a little when his words did indeed make the youth moan, but then lay down again between his thighs, teasing him with quick flicks of his tongue against the trembling opening. He added two fingers after a moment, holding him spread open so that he could dip inside with his tongue a little, until finally the youth was incoherent with need, trembling and moaning and his skin gleaming with sweat.

“Now relax for me, roch neth,” Glorfindel murmured, rubbing some more of the oil into him, then took the flogger and gently pushed the tip of the handle inside. Legolas was so relaxed that it slid into him before he even noticed that something was wrong, but once he realized that the cool, stiff presence inside him was not his Lord but some unknown object, he gasped and tightened around it.

“Shhh.” Glorfindel soothingly rested a hand on the small of his back, gently rubbing while at the same time, he slowly but determinedly pushed the handle deeper inside Legolas, ignoring his gasps and whimpers.

“Oh, please my Lord, I cannot!” Legolas finally begged. “Please, it is too big!”

“Is it?” Glorfindel smirked, leaning forward again to whisper directly into Legolas’ ear. “It is not only big, but also long… It will fill you so completely that you will not be able to do anything but whimper and tremble for my entertainment. And do you want to know another thing, roch neth? It might be big, but it does not quite have my girth, so that when I finally do take you, you are still going to feel every inch as I sheathe myself in your struggling body.”

Legolas moaned then, almost as if in despair, and Glorfindel pushed the flogger deeper inside, ignoring the youth’s protests and chuckling when in the end Legolas tried to buck up, the head of the handle mercilessly rubbing over the small gland inside him.

“Fight all you want, but this is going to stay inside you for as long as I wish,” Glorfindel said and groaned softly. The small ring of muscle was stretched so tightly around the black leather… Glorfindel imagined how it would feel to finally bury himself inside the delectable body of the youth and groaned again. Not yet, though… There were other things he wanted to do first.

Like making his poor little prince aware of just what it was he had inside himself…

“Get up on your knees,” he ordered, following it with a light slap so that Legolas gasped and struggled to obey, carefully pushing himself up with the handle of the flogger stiff and unyielding in his passage. He whined a little, his legs trembling when the handle continued to rub against him inside, but then froze with a sound of dismay when at his movement, some of the leather tresses brushed against his thigh.

“No…” he breathed in disbelief, “No, you did not… you cannot…”

His eyes still covered by the blindfold, he reached back with one hand to feel just what it was Glorfindel had used, but Glorfindel quickly snatched his wrist and pressed it back into the mattress with a low growl.

“I warned you not to move your hands!” he stated, then followed the statement up with several slaps to Legolas’ bottom, so that the pale skin flushed and the youth squeaked in shock. Every time his hand impacted with the skin it sent vibrations up the handle impaling the youth, so that soon Legolas was reduced to whimpering and writhing beneath his punishment. With an evil little smile, Glorfindel finally stopped, but made certain that the last slap hit the flogger directly, jarring the handle so that it was pushed against the spot inside that made Legolas cry out with dismayed pleasure and collapse to the bed at last.

“I hope you have learned your lesson now, roch neth,” Glorfindel purred, “I do not suffer that kind of spirit in a horse, unbroken or not… And you make such a sweet little mount. Such a lovely tail you have…” He tugged lightly on the leather tresses, then laughed when Legolas groaned at the motion of the handle inside him.

“Now turn around – lie down on your back for me. And remember to keep your hands where they are…” Glorfindel smiled when Legolas whimpered as his reddened buttocks rubbed against the pillow he had pushed beneath his hips to raise and support him, but apart from the sound he was very obedient and kept his hands above his head as if they were bound there.

“Good… Very good, roch neth.” Legolas sighed happily at the praise, and Glorfindel sighed as well, finding him hard and needy despite the flogger and the punishment, just as he had expected. Legolas’ breath came fast, and his skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat so that he was almost luminescent in the light of the low afternoon sun, and Glorfindel just could not wait any longer – he had to taste him now.

With a soft, hungry moan, he licked a tiny droplet of salty sweat from the flat stomach, then rested his head there for a moment, the heat of his breath teasing against the tip of Legolas’ swollen length every time he exhaled. Legolas whimpered, his shaft twitching as if begging Glorfindel to stop this torture, and after a moment of watching the youth’s growing desperation with amusement, Glorfindel flicked his tongue against the small slit, moaning in approval at the salty taste of arousal he found there.

Legolas gasped and shuddered hard, but he had learned his lesson and kept his hands where they had been placed by his Lord.

“Yes, stay still and let me play with you,” Glorfindel murmured, too distracted by the sight before him to even look up, and apart from the tense, quivering muscles beneath him, Legolas’ body was perfectly motionless.

Slowly, Glorfindel moved forward until he was close enough to let his tongue circle around the glans. He did it once again, loving the desperate moan it forced from Legolas, then finally showed pity and sucked the entire tip into his mouth. It made the youth try to arch up with a cry, but with Glorfindel’s weight pressing him into the bed he could not move very much, and so Glorfindel gleefully continued to torture him for a long while. He lovingly swirled his tongue around the head of the shaft, making soft, wet sounds as he sucked on him, and when Legolas had finally grown desperate enough to plead and whimper for him to stop, he took hold of the flogger again.

He pulled it out a small fraction, then pushed it back inside, hitting his aim with every sure stroke just as if he were claiming him for real, and all the while he kept sucking on the youth’s swollen length, feeling it harden even more while Legolas bucked and writhed beneath him like the wild horse he had so often compared him to. His release came fast, as Glorfindel had intended, and so hard that Legolas cried out in shocked pleasure, convulsing beneath him as he shuddered in helpless abandon. Glorfindel had to use all of his strength to keep him in place, but when he had finally swallowed all Legolas had to give, he found him slumped back on the bed in a half-faint – his hands still in place above his head as if Glorfindel’s words had bound them there more surely than any rope or chains ever could.

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atto - affectionate form of "father" [Quenya]
ada - affectionate form of "father" [Sindarin]
roch neth - colt
Legolas vain nín - my beautiful Legolas
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