Black Robes
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Adult ++
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Chapter 7
Authors Note: Hey there my frineds...just letting you know that I am going down to Dragon Con in Georgia again this year to be on the Lotr FanFiction writers panel. Those of you that know me from The Fire Dance, may remember that I did this last year as well...Im leaving the 27th of Aug. and will return shortly before the 9th of Sept. I know my posts have been slower with this story for now, but my Mom is really sick and Ive been prepareing for the trip and work full time and Stress stress stress...heheh...anyway, I will TRY to get another chap out before I go, if not, Ill have one when I get back. Take care all and thanks for reading! ~DarkDreamer
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TopazKat - To sortof answer your Q on "Why is Erestor being called Lanthir", I will answer with....Lanthir is Lanthir...tho I Will say that in Ch6, Lanthir mentions a...little brother? I will say no more on this *Muwahahaha*. Im glad to see that you moved over to this story and are giving it a chance, its a far step from The Fire Dance. I wanted to do something way diffrent from that one...Thanks for the comment on my Mom, she is not doing well and its not something she will recover from so...tho she still reads my stuff. Her comment was "Spanking huh? Glorfindel will be spanking?" I swear Topaz, she had a evil glint in her eye! HA!...:)
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Lioncourt - I hope so *EvilGrin* I know the chaps are slow coming, but my posts should become more frequent once Im back from GA...thanks for sticking with the story....:)
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Title: Black Robes
Part: 7/?
Author: DarkDreamer
Contact: DarkDreamer@wi.rr.com
Rating: R
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor, Others...
Beta: Athos
Disclaimer: I do not own any elves, I make no money off this
Warnings: AU, Slash, Mild Het, Bond, D/s, N/C, Slave, Voy, WIP
Summery: Ever wonder why Erestor always wore those black robes?
Authors Note:
Capital "Pets" = Elven slave, used for pleasure and/or companionship
Lower case "pets" = actual animals
Black Robes
Ch7
Lord Delereth sighed. “Oh come now ion, you smirked. That means it is good. Why will you not share with me what you did to Jenda?”
Glorfindel stood and looked out the window. “Because what I do or do not do with my Pets is my business and my business alone. Do I ask what you do with your Pets, Adar?”
“Well nay. But I would share with you what I do if you asked.”
Still looking out the window, Glorfindel winced. “I am not interested in what you do, Adar. Besides, you need not verbalize it, you can be heard throughout the house.”
Delereth smirked. “Truly?”
Glorfindel sighed and turned, looking at his father. “Aye, and it is most annoying to hear your Pets constantly begging for you to decrease the intensity of your thrusting.”
Delereth was ready with a reply when Glorfindel turned. “Jenda is coming down the hall.”
His father tilted his head, then shook it. “You got your ears from your Naneth I suppose, for I do not hear her.”
Glorfindel walked to the archway.
Jenda gasped when she collided with her master’s chest. “Oh! Mast…my…my Lord forgive me!”
Glorfindel grabbed her by the by her upper arms and steadied her. “Forgiven. Is he where he should be?”
Jenda stepped back and nodded, “Aye my Lord. He is bathed and waiting in his nook.”
The young golden lord turned and said, “Goodnight Adar.” then he slowly walked out, his large hand resting on Jenda’s shoulder.
As they made their way down the hall, Glorfindel glanced over. “Is he able to reach my bed?”
“Nay my Lord, I had him try.”
Glorfindel gave a brief nod. “Good.”
Jenda was silent for a moment, and then looked over and up, “My Lord?”
“Pet?”
“My Lord, are you going to…uh…are you going to…”
Glorfindel stopped, and then looked down. A rare and playful smirk graced his features. “Play with his…spot?”
Jenda rolled her eyes as she tsk'ed, “Oh very funny my Lord.” She then stepped in front of him and placed her hands on his chest. “Seriously though, my Lord. He is very frightened.”
Glorfindel blinked. “You are blocking my path.”
Jenda stood as tall as she was able and looked up. “I know, and I am not moving until you promise me that you will be gentle with him.”
Glorfindel’s eyebrow arched ever so. “Have you lost your mind. Pet?”
Jenda stilled, trying hard to read her master’s slight expression. “S…Saes. Forgive me it…it is just that he is so much smaller then you and…and…” she then paused when Glorfindel’s eyes narrowed slightly. Lowering her head, she slowly removed her hands from his chest and stepped aside. “Forgive me my Lord. I forgot my place.”
Glorfindel’s voice was calm. “Aye, you did. I did hear your words though. You have been a loyal and trustworthy Pet Jenda. You rarely act as you just did.” Glorfindel reached out and lifted her gaze with his fingertip. “Tell me the reason for your actions, and perhaps I may consider lightening your punishment.”
Jendas eyes widened. “Pu…punishment? But Master I…”
“Cease calling me that Jenda, you know I dislike it.”
“Wh…what would my punishment be my Lord? I was not meaning to be disrespectful!”
“Cease yelling at me this instant.”
Jenda clamped her hand over her mouth “Mim smowy.”
Glorfindel released her chin and tilted his head. “You forced me to cease walking, placed your hands on me without my permission, and then dictated to Me how I should proceed in handling my own Pet…” The young lord took a calming breath, "What you have done is punishable by the lash, my Pet."
Jenda paled, her jaw slowly dropping in fear. “But…my Lord…”
Glorfindel held up his hand to hush her. “As I said, give me the honest reason behind your actions, and I will contemplate reducing your punishments to say…a spanking.”
Jenda nervously bit her lip as she glanced down at her masters large hands, then hung her head as she thought, ‘Well, if I am to be punished anyway…’, then looked up “You want my honest reason?”
“Aye Jenda”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Very well then. My Lord, you have No idea what it is like for us Pets. As elflings we lay awake in our beds. Or wake swiftly when we hear a noise outside that is not normal, for fear that it could be the Miasma coming to…” Jenda paused when Glorfindels eyebrow arched slightly and she quickly thought back to what she had just said. “I mean…I mean The Gatherers, coming to steal us from our parents.”
Jenda wrung her hands. “Do you know how I came to be your Pet my Lord?”
Glorfindel slowly shook his head. “Nay, I only know that my Adar purchased you, and then gave you to me.”
“I am a Pet due to my own stupid curiosity! I was playing by the drying laundry and my Nana came running toward me. Horses could be heard approaching from down the road and she knew she did not have time to hide me. So she put me into the basket with the dried laundry and piled it all upon me. I could hear them, demanding that she hand over any that she bore and were now in their forties. My Nana lied. She calmly pulled the sheets off the line, folded them then dropped them on top of me like I was not there. She told The Gatherers that her only iel had been taken in the previous raid. In the basket, I could not see them, but I could hear them leave. They went in the direction of the wall.”
Jenda sighed as she played with the hem of her tunic. “That was early morning. Come midday, I snuck my way down the road. I had done this before, gone to the wall and…and tried to hear what was on the other side. My Adar went through the wall every day to work the field of some Lord…” She sighed and shook her head. “I climbed a tree and peeked over. I was seen. He was a Gatherer, but I did not know this. He was a big warrior. He told me it was alright to come over. He said he had some honey sticks and that he would give me a ride home and…and he asked me my age and…”
Glorfindels face was impassive, but he reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, then gave it a slight squeeze.
“My Lord, he grabbed me, bound my wrists then began to ride away from the wall…away from my parents! I…I never even got to say goodbye. I was 42, and 4 ½ months later, I became your Pet.”
Jenda released a deep breath, and then looked her Master in the eye. “I was very lucky to have been given to you my Lord. I know this. It is just that Lanthir is only 40, and untouched and frightened. I am sorry for my behavior earlier but…but I feel for him and…”
Glorfindel held up his hand. “It pains me how you became my Pet. I may not show it very well Jenda, but you are dear to me. I happen to enjoy your curious nature. Therefore, I will reduce your punishment to a spanking.”
Jenda stood tall and squared her shoulders. “May I ask my Lord, how many strikes?”
Glorfindel slowly leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You know how I am Jenda. Once I get started, tis hard for me to cease.” The young lord then drew back. “Perhaps if you beg me sweetly during your punishment…well, we shall see.”
Jenda swallowed nervously. It was rare that she saw this side of her master, and his slight smirk sent a chill up her spine. Bowing low, she lightly whispered. “If my Lord desires that I beg, then I will do my best to do so.”
Pleased with her response, Glorfindel again, placed his hand on her shoulder and they resumed walking down the hall.
TBC………………….
Translations:
Ada/Adar ------------------ Dad/Father
Nana/Naneth --------------- Mom/Mother
Ion ----------------------- Son
Iel ----------------------- Daughter
Saes ---------------------- Please
Miasma -------------------- Dictionary definition: an influence or atmosphere that tends to deplete or corrupt (freed from the miasma of poverty)
Mim smowy ----------------- I’m sorry
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TopazKat - To sortof answer your Q on "Why is Erestor being called Lanthir", I will answer with....Lanthir is Lanthir...tho I Will say that in Ch6, Lanthir mentions a...little brother? I will say no more on this *Muwahahaha*. Im glad to see that you moved over to this story and are giving it a chance, its a far step from The Fire Dance. I wanted to do something way diffrent from that one...Thanks for the comment on my Mom, she is not doing well and its not something she will recover from so...tho she still reads my stuff. Her comment was "Spanking huh? Glorfindel will be spanking?" I swear Topaz, she had a evil glint in her eye! HA!...:)
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Lioncourt - I hope so *EvilGrin* I know the chaps are slow coming, but my posts should become more frequent once Im back from GA...thanks for sticking with the story....:)
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Title: Black Robes
Part: 7/?
Author: DarkDreamer
Contact: DarkDreamer@wi.rr.com
Rating: R
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor, Others...
Beta: Athos
Disclaimer: I do not own any elves, I make no money off this
Warnings: AU, Slash, Mild Het, Bond, D/s, N/C, Slave, Voy, WIP
Summery: Ever wonder why Erestor always wore those black robes?
Authors Note:
Capital "Pets" = Elven slave, used for pleasure and/or companionship
Lower case "pets" = actual animals
Black Robes
Ch7
Lord Delereth sighed. “Oh come now ion, you smirked. That means it is good. Why will you not share with me what you did to Jenda?”
Glorfindel stood and looked out the window. “Because what I do or do not do with my Pets is my business and my business alone. Do I ask what you do with your Pets, Adar?”
“Well nay. But I would share with you what I do if you asked.”
Still looking out the window, Glorfindel winced. “I am not interested in what you do, Adar. Besides, you need not verbalize it, you can be heard throughout the house.”
Delereth smirked. “Truly?”
Glorfindel sighed and turned, looking at his father. “Aye, and it is most annoying to hear your Pets constantly begging for you to decrease the intensity of your thrusting.”
Delereth was ready with a reply when Glorfindel turned. “Jenda is coming down the hall.”
His father tilted his head, then shook it. “You got your ears from your Naneth I suppose, for I do not hear her.”
Glorfindel walked to the archway.
Jenda gasped when she collided with her master’s chest. “Oh! Mast…my…my Lord forgive me!”
Glorfindel grabbed her by the by her upper arms and steadied her. “Forgiven. Is he where he should be?”
Jenda stepped back and nodded, “Aye my Lord. He is bathed and waiting in his nook.”
The young golden lord turned and said, “Goodnight Adar.” then he slowly walked out, his large hand resting on Jenda’s shoulder.
As they made their way down the hall, Glorfindel glanced over. “Is he able to reach my bed?”
“Nay my Lord, I had him try.”
Glorfindel gave a brief nod. “Good.”
Jenda was silent for a moment, and then looked over and up, “My Lord?”
“Pet?”
“My Lord, are you going to…uh…are you going to…”
Glorfindel stopped, and then looked down. A rare and playful smirk graced his features. “Play with his…spot?”
Jenda rolled her eyes as she tsk'ed, “Oh very funny my Lord.” She then stepped in front of him and placed her hands on his chest. “Seriously though, my Lord. He is very frightened.”
Glorfindel blinked. “You are blocking my path.”
Jenda stood as tall as she was able and looked up. “I know, and I am not moving until you promise me that you will be gentle with him.”
Glorfindel’s eyebrow arched ever so. “Have you lost your mind. Pet?”
Jenda stilled, trying hard to read her master’s slight expression. “S…Saes. Forgive me it…it is just that he is so much smaller then you and…and…” she then paused when Glorfindel’s eyes narrowed slightly. Lowering her head, she slowly removed her hands from his chest and stepped aside. “Forgive me my Lord. I forgot my place.”
Glorfindel’s voice was calm. “Aye, you did. I did hear your words though. You have been a loyal and trustworthy Pet Jenda. You rarely act as you just did.” Glorfindel reached out and lifted her gaze with his fingertip. “Tell me the reason for your actions, and perhaps I may consider lightening your punishment.”
Jendas eyes widened. “Pu…punishment? But Master I…”
“Cease calling me that Jenda, you know I dislike it.”
“Wh…what would my punishment be my Lord? I was not meaning to be disrespectful!”
“Cease yelling at me this instant.”
Jenda clamped her hand over her mouth “Mim smowy.”
Glorfindel released her chin and tilted his head. “You forced me to cease walking, placed your hands on me without my permission, and then dictated to Me how I should proceed in handling my own Pet…” The young lord took a calming breath, "What you have done is punishable by the lash, my Pet."
Jenda paled, her jaw slowly dropping in fear. “But…my Lord…”
Glorfindel held up his hand to hush her. “As I said, give me the honest reason behind your actions, and I will contemplate reducing your punishments to say…a spanking.”
Jenda nervously bit her lip as she glanced down at her masters large hands, then hung her head as she thought, ‘Well, if I am to be punished anyway…’, then looked up “You want my honest reason?”
“Aye Jenda”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Very well then. My Lord, you have No idea what it is like for us Pets. As elflings we lay awake in our beds. Or wake swiftly when we hear a noise outside that is not normal, for fear that it could be the Miasma coming to…” Jenda paused when Glorfindels eyebrow arched slightly and she quickly thought back to what she had just said. “I mean…I mean The Gatherers, coming to steal us from our parents.”
Jenda wrung her hands. “Do you know how I came to be your Pet my Lord?”
Glorfindel slowly shook his head. “Nay, I only know that my Adar purchased you, and then gave you to me.”
“I am a Pet due to my own stupid curiosity! I was playing by the drying laundry and my Nana came running toward me. Horses could be heard approaching from down the road and she knew she did not have time to hide me. So she put me into the basket with the dried laundry and piled it all upon me. I could hear them, demanding that she hand over any that she bore and were now in their forties. My Nana lied. She calmly pulled the sheets off the line, folded them then dropped them on top of me like I was not there. She told The Gatherers that her only iel had been taken in the previous raid. In the basket, I could not see them, but I could hear them leave. They went in the direction of the wall.”
Jenda sighed as she played with the hem of her tunic. “That was early morning. Come midday, I snuck my way down the road. I had done this before, gone to the wall and…and tried to hear what was on the other side. My Adar went through the wall every day to work the field of some Lord…” She sighed and shook her head. “I climbed a tree and peeked over. I was seen. He was a Gatherer, but I did not know this. He was a big warrior. He told me it was alright to come over. He said he had some honey sticks and that he would give me a ride home and…and he asked me my age and…”
Glorfindels face was impassive, but he reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, then gave it a slight squeeze.
“My Lord, he grabbed me, bound my wrists then began to ride away from the wall…away from my parents! I…I never even got to say goodbye. I was 42, and 4 ½ months later, I became your Pet.”
Jenda released a deep breath, and then looked her Master in the eye. “I was very lucky to have been given to you my Lord. I know this. It is just that Lanthir is only 40, and untouched and frightened. I am sorry for my behavior earlier but…but I feel for him and…”
Glorfindel held up his hand. “It pains me how you became my Pet. I may not show it very well Jenda, but you are dear to me. I happen to enjoy your curious nature. Therefore, I will reduce your punishment to a spanking.”
Jenda stood tall and squared her shoulders. “May I ask my Lord, how many strikes?”
Glorfindel slowly leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You know how I am Jenda. Once I get started, tis hard for me to cease.” The young lord then drew back. “Perhaps if you beg me sweetly during your punishment…well, we shall see.”
Jenda swallowed nervously. It was rare that she saw this side of her master, and his slight smirk sent a chill up her spine. Bowing low, she lightly whispered. “If my Lord desires that I beg, then I will do my best to do so.”
Pleased with her response, Glorfindel again, placed his hand on her shoulder and they resumed walking down the hall.
TBC………………….
Translations:
Ada/Adar ------------------ Dad/Father
Nana/Naneth --------------- Mom/Mother
Ion ----------------------- Son
Iel ----------------------- Daughter
Saes ---------------------- Please
Miasma -------------------- Dictionary definition: an influence or atmosphere that tends to deplete or corrupt (freed from the miasma of poverty)
Mim smowy ----------------- I’m sorry
.