Means of Escape

Disclaimer: This story is not suitable for minors.
It was writen by my sister, and was inspired by the work from someone else. I would like to give credit to that author, but unfortunatly does not know her (pen)name nor the name of her story. If you can help me out there, please do so!
One last plea for help: I am in desperate need of a Betareader *pleading look*
This story is an answer to shadowess fetish/kink contest.


Prelude

Glorfindel watched through a window of the last homely home a beautiful sky, coloured by the setting sun in all imaginable shades of red. Throughout the day, the golden-haired warrior had counted the minutes until he could see his Lord again. Not that Elrond had been absent from Imladris, far from it. But he had been busy with diplomatic matters of great importance. Some weeks ago the willful King of Mirkwood had agreed to pay a visit to Rivendell hoping to improve the relations between the two elven havens, which had become poorer and poorer in the passing centuries. He would also bring his youngest child along, and this boy who was called Legolas as far as Glorfindel knew, was supposed to stay in Imladris, while Elladan and Elrohir Elronds twin sons would accompany Thranduil back to his home to get to know Mirwood and its inhabitants.

When Elrond wasn't supervising the preparations for the visit of the royal elves, he was either tending to the wounded and ill seeking healing from his capable hands, or working on the mountains of paper that piled on his desk-top. He even skipped lunch, to Glorfindels bitter disapoint, nt, who had hoped to catch a glimpse of his lover and slave and perhaps for even a few uninterrupted minutes for themselves.

As the night fell and sparkling stars replaced the sun in the sky, Glorfindel pushed himself slowly away from the window shelf he had rested against. He started to slowly wander off in the direction of Elrond's private chambers, caught in his musings about an appropriate punishment for his slave. Nothing too strenuous he decided. Both of them were exhausted from the day's work, for the Marshall had not been idle either. Glorfindel thought about the offence again, to determine a suitable course of action. No, there was no way he would let it slip completely...

At dinner that evening the Perendhel had been present in the great hall in which the family and some of the servants took their meals together. Every time Glorfindel glanced in Elronds direction, the mighty Lord did something decidedly arousing with his fork, but always so the people present would not notice.
Somehow either due to his difficult childhood or due his warrior instincts, Glorfindel did not know which, Elrond always knew when other eyes were on him. And when they weren't. And he used this to his full advantage. The Gondolin Lord did not like to think of himself as a prude, but. although he knew no one else was looking he blushed furiously each time and when Elrond was finished with his meal he was certain he had passed through several shades of red before his face decided on a lovely purple hue.

To make it worse the Perendhel had whispered in to his ear: "Just a reminder," before angelically batting his eyelashes and turning to take his leave. Glorfindel stayed in the great hall. His stomach fluttered and his groin twitched. He was forced to shift several times in his chair to conceal his forming erection in the folds of his silken robes.

There and then he had started to think up a punishment for the little performance Elrond had given at the dinner table, and when the golden-haired warrior finally reacElroElrond's chambers and was about to knock he made up his mind.

You have certainly earned your spanking tonight, little Perendhell, Glorfindel thought just when the oak door opened to admit him. Elrond, clad in a midnight blue robe, sparkling with small diamonds that glittered like stars and beautifully emphasized the two shinning pools of liquid silver that were his eyes, took a step back from the doorframe to let his friend and master pass into the rooms behind him.

The game of being slave and master had originally been the Noldors idea, but Glorfindel had taken to the role of Master quickly. Elrond had been able to introduce his golden-haired friend to an entirely new world of sexual delights. In addition to the pleasures their pain play and bondage sessions brought them, this game held for both elves the means of a temporarily escape from their demanding duties. Elrond was at those times only a slave, devoid of all responsibility, and Glorfindel could not imagine a better way to be shown that he was needed and more important loved then with the unlimited trust his little Perendhel bestowed upon him.

TBC...