The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 68

Glorfindel awoke to a pounding headache and a sore shoulder. Involuntarily he reached up and felt the thick bandage wrapped around his shoulder. It took a moment for him to fully realise what had happened but as his vision cleared and he saw the figure hovering above him it all came back to him in a flash.

“Echthelion.” The name slipped so easily off Glorfindel’s tongue like it had done so many times in the past. The pale grey eyes of his past lover pierced him like a sword pinning him to the bed in a frozen state of being. The figure above him smiled bitterly before lowering himself to sit on the very edge of the bed. Glorfindel could do little but lie there as the blonde elf reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Glorfindel’s forehead where it had caught the edges of the bandage that now covered the torn flesh above Glorfindel’s eye. Glorfindel’s stomach churned at the gentle touch and despite everything that had happened Glorfindel was helpless as he involuntarily leaned into the blonde’s touch remembering a time he took comfort from those very hands.

”I have missed you my love.” Glorfindel closed his eyes feeling suddenly dirty and foul as Echthelion leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to Glorfindel lips. Glorfindel fought weakly to resist the kiss but memories of a painful past eventually broke through and with little effort Glorfindel parted his lips and allowed his first lover, to once again plunder his mouth with his tongue. It took Echthelion’s hand sliding downward on his chest to bring Glorfindel back from utter submission. With a firm push Glorfindel pushed the slightly larger elf off him before scooting across the other side of the bed, the covers held tightly around him in protection having only just realized he was naked. It was also then that Glorfindel felt the pain in his rear and saw the smear of blood on the pure white sheets where he had just been lyiThe The sight made him heave in guilt and horror. Echthelion had taken him during the night and while Glorfindel couldn’t remember it he knew what Echthelion had done. “I am sorry my love I could not wait for you to wake, it has been such a long time.” It was the devilish smirk that played on the corners of Echthelion’s lips that made Glorfindel realise that the tutor he once loved was not the same elf he remembered. Echthelion moved to climb across the bed to Glorfindel but the seneschal back up against the bed head and shook his head angrily.

“Get away from me, I do not love you anymore. You are dead. I saw you body upon the pasture an arrow through your heart.” Glorfindel swiftly kicked the approaching elf with his foot winding Echthelion momentarily but succeeding only to anger the elder elf than really harm him. Echthelion rubbed his chest where Glorfindel had kicked him before laughing bitterly.

“You of all people should know that nothing is forever Glorfindel, and that the dead sometimes walk again.” Glorfindel got up quickly from the bed and ran for the door only to find the it locked. Why Elrond had seen fit to put Echthelion in a room with a lockable door was beyond him but Glorfindel supposed Echthelion had ordered it to be so. Echthelion chuckled and laid back on the bed his hands behind his head as he watched Glorfindel go from the locked door to the window, only to find the same escape route locked. “You are goingoing anywhere my little one, so you might as well come here and tell me what you’ve been up to these last 2000 years or so.” Glorfindel turned from checking the window again to glare at Echthelion, who was now lazily stroking himself through the thin material of his black leggings. The sight made Glorfindel sick to the stomach and without thinking of the consequences he spat quickly on Echthelion’s face.

“You are not the same elf I knew as a child.” Glorfindel barked out his anger but was instantly silenced by a stinging hand that slapped him across his face, sending him reeling into the fire surround and down to his knees in pain.

“No Glorfindel, I am exactly the same elf you knew. It is only that I have bigger ambitions now rather than playing nurse maid to an elfling.” Glorfindel yelped a little in pain as Echthelion grabbed hold of his hair and forcefully pulled him up onto his knees in front of him. Disgusted by sig sight of Echthelion’s member already hard in his leggings Glorfindel attempted to turn his face away but Echthelion tightened his grip on Glorfindel’s hair and forced the seneschal’s face to press against his groin. “You see Glorfindel, you are not the only reborn elf in all of middle earth and if I am not mistaken you and I are virtually brothers in all but blood.” Glorfindel again yelped in pain as Echthelion reached for his own leggings and pulled them down to expose his large cock. Glorfindel closed his eyes as Echthelion pushed his weeping member against his face again insuring that his pre come spread liberally over Glorfindel’s skin. “It therefore stands to reason that your claim on Prince Legolas Greenleaf can just as easily be my claim too. Is it not fair to say, that I could be Legolas’ intended mate just as much as you could, if not more so considering my age over yours.”

“He will never submit to you. He knows I love him.” Glorfindel opened his eyes long enough to glared up at his old tutor, his possessiveness of Legolas giving him new strength to fight. Echthelion laughed bitterly and again tightened his grip on Glorfindel’s hair all but pulling it out by the roots.

“Ahh see that is where you and I differ Glorfindel of Gondolin. I do not need him to submit to me, I will take what is rightfully mine with or without his permission. He will carry my child and I will take my place on the throne when the realms are reunited again.” Glorfindel scoffed at the plan and shook his head defiantly not caring that it tore some of his hair from his crown in the process.

“You are a fool Echthelion. Even if you get Legolas, if he binds with any other than his intended we will all fade, and then you wille noe no one to rule over anyway. And no child with come of a forced encounter.” Glorfindel laughed although inside he felt his body quaking with fear. Echthelion didn’t like what he was being told and Glorfindel instantly felt the cold edge of a blade being quickly pressed against his throat as again Echthelion took his hair in a vice like grip.

“I am tiring of your conversation Glorfindel, let us put that pretty mouth of yours to work and see if you’ve improved with age.” The hand that had previously gripped his hair loosened and moved down quickly to Glorfindel’s chin. With well-practised ease Echthelion took hold of Glorfindel’s chin and pressed his fingers into the jaw forcing Glorfindel to open his mouth despite his reluctance. Bending Glorfindel back against the fire surround Echthelion successfully immobilized his victim as he pushed the tip of his weeping member into Glorfindel’s mouth. The instant he felt Glorfindel’s teeth however Echthelion swiftly pressed the knife harder against Glorfindel’s throat. “If you even considering using your teeth I will see to it you never speak again.” The threat was not idly given and Glorfindel reluctantly slackened his jaw and closed his eyes, knowing there was little he could do.

Echthelion’s first thrust into his mouth nearly choked him and although he gagged and visibly had difficulties breathing Echthelion continued to thrust into him uncaringly. With each thrust to the back of his throat, Glorfindel’s head slammed against the fire surround. With his eyes closed Glorfindel remembered the many times he’d done this in his childhood. It had been different then, much sweeter and far less brutal. Like a compliant pup he’d lapped and sucked his tutor into oblivion each and every time they’d done this. In Glorfindel’s over eager youthful ambitions he’d sometimes submitted himself to Echthelion several times a day in order to please the one he loved. When ever Echthelion had asked for it Glorfindel had complied, kneeling before him and opening his mouth. The more he thought about it the more foolishly naive he had been. What he had thought was love had merely been satisfaction on the others behalf and it was only now as he sat passively accepting Echthelion wild thrusts did he truly realise what he’d done as a child. All the rosy pictures Glorfindel had ever painted of his first lover Echthelion, were wrong. Echthelion was right, he hadn’t changed at all, Glorfindel instead was seeing him in a different light.

Echthelion panted restlessly above Glorfindel as he sought his release within the seneschal’s mouth. With a last forceful thrust Echthelion came releasing his seed deep into Glorfindel’s mouth forcing the seneschal to swallow it or choke. With a satisfied chuckle Echthelion pulled his now flaccid member from Glorfindel’s mouth and stepped back from him. Almost the instant he was free Glorfindel doubled over and was violently ill on the slate flooring. Echthelion seed tasted foul and although Glorfindel had had nothing to eat since yesterday his stomach still heaved up the elder elf’s come and anything else that hadn’t been digested yet. Breathless and weak Glorfindel collapsed on his side onto the rug by the fire and stared hatefully up at the elf standing over him. Echthelion looked proud of himself and far too smug for hwn gwn good, but Glorfindel had little strength left to sit up let alone attack the elf before him.

“Get up and get dressed. Lord Elrond has had long enough with his councillors we negotiate now or I tear this place apart to get what I want.” Glorfindel merely watched as Echthelion crudely wiped his cock with Glorfindel’s robes before throwing them down at him like a common whore. Disgusted Glorfindel silently fumed and vowed that Echthelion would be at the end of his sword before the day was done. Obediently Glorfindel rose to his feet and began to dress his eyes never leaving their cold hated gaze of Echthelion who busied himself around the room get rea ready to leave. From the way he was gathering his weapons and packing his bag, it was obvious to Glorfindel that Echthelion had no intentions of the negotiations taking longer than necessary. It was then that Glorfindel silently thanked his forethought for having Legolas and Filgree hide in the old mountain keep. They would be safe there until Glorfindel could kill his former lover. Glorfindel had hardly finished dressing with Echthelion grabbed hold of his arm and pushed him out of the now unlocked door and into the corridor. Glorfindel had still been in shock with loss of blood when he’d been brought into Imladris and while he’d been coherent enough to hear the conversations he’d not been able to reply or fight back. Now however with his renewed strength Glorfindel was already plotting his revenge, even as Echthelion barked at him to lead the way to Elrond’s private library where the negotiations would be held.

Silently Glorfindel vowed that Echthelion would be dead by nightfall and Glorfindel would be the one who had wielded the sword and had taken delight in doing so…..

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>

(A/N) Sorry I drew it out a little but it was worth it for some serious Glorfindel angst. Anyway on we go with the story.