Control

Title: Control

Author: Khylea

Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex

Pairing: Gimli/Haldir...no, that is NOT a typo!

Warning: Slash, bondage, inter-species sex, character assassination. (I don’t much care for Haldir’s personality, and wrote him as more than a bit of a jerk. You may want to skip this fic if you’re a dyed in the wool Haldir lover. Chances are you wont like me, or Gimli, by the end of this if you are such a fan.)

Genre: Smut/PWP, movieverse

Timeline: Takes place during the Fellowship’s stay in Lothlorien.

Archive: Feel free, just drop me a URL where I can visit it please sl_chester@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, Gimli, or Haldir, J.R.R. Tolkien does. And I think he would die again if he were to read what I did with his characters.

Summary: Gimli doesn’t like Haldir’s arrogance and determines to teach him a lesson.

Dedication: For Anais, who keeps me writing. :) But I’m not sure if she’ll want to be associated with this little bit of perversion. :) Don’t blame her for this one, this came purely from my own perverted little mind.

Author's Notes: Okay, I really have no idea where this came from. Last time I let my mind wander when I’m in the shower. This plot bunny bit HARD!!!! I had a couple other fics started, but that damn bunny wouldn’t let me finish any of them until this was done, no matter HOW MANY times I told him I did NOT need the image of Gimli naked. Damn thing didn’t listen. I had been thinking about writing my first LOTR slash for a while, but had pictured a Legolas/Aragorn, Celeborn/Haldir, or maybe a nice Elrond/Glorfindel. Certainly not a Gimli/Haldir. I think I am forever soured on slash after writing this perverted piece....well...maybe not. *evil smile*

The wind whispered softly in the mallorn trees, the glow from above illuminating the path, the scent of blooming flowers wafting through the night air. Far above in the trees, the elves continued to sing, their lament for Gandalf having gone on for hours. Some elves would drop out of the singing, only to have others join in, in a beautiful, haunting melody to the fallen wizard.

There was one being in Caras Galadhon however, who was anything but impressed by the continual singing. “Don’t know why they have to go on so long.” He grumped to himself. “A dwarf can’t get any sleep around here with all that racket.”

Gimli continued softly fussing to himself as he walked the pathways of the elven sanctuary. Of all the Fellowship, he chafed the most at the delay. Aragorn had decreed they would rest here for a while, and so it would be. None had the nerve to cross the future king. Not even Legolas, who had known him longer than an. Th. That didn’t mean Gimli had to like it.

“All these blasted trees. What I wouldn’t give for a nice cave or two.” Though he would be loath to admit it to anyone, particularly himself, the dwarf felt open and vulnerable in the woods of Lothlorien. Even with the evil that had taken over the dwarf realm, he still had felt far more safe in Moria. Why these blasteves ves had to live in a forest, he had no idea. And it wasn’t bad enough that they lived in the forest, they even went so far as to live up in the trees.

Gimli looked around nervously, sure he could feel innumerable sets of elf eyes on him, spying from above. He looked up into the trees but saw nothing. He harrumphed, knowing that meant little. During their travels, Gimli had begun toelopelop a grudging respect for Legolas, and had come to realize that elves were very good at not being found when they did not wish to be.

Still softly muttering to himself about the ‘blasted elves’, he nearly ran into a tall elf who suddenly appeared on the path in front of him. The elf’s arms were crossed over his chest, glaring at the dwarf. Gimli recognized him as Haldir, the one who had made those lovely comments about how loud he breathed when the Fellowship first entered Lothlorien.

“You may not pass.” Haldir said softly, but his tone made it clear it was not open to discussion, as did his piercing blue eyes.

Gimli glared at the taller being. He’d had just about enough of these arrogant elves. What right did Haldir have telling him where he could and could not go? The Lady herself had not put any restrictions on their visit, telling them they were free to explore the woods as they wished. The only request she had made was to stay away from the private talans, which of course seemed reasonable to the dwarf. But he was simply taking a walk along a pathway, nowhere near the sleeping trees.

“I am going for a walk, elf.” Gimli said shortly. He attempted to step around Haldir, only to have the elf move to block his way again.

“Go back to your sleeping area, dwarf.” He sneered the word, making it clear the word was meant not just as a name, but a slur. “Lady Galadriel has seen fit to give you luxurious sleeping quarters, for what reason I know not. But regardless of her reasons, she has given you a more than adequate area to rest in. You need not stray from it.”

Gimli felt his blood pounding in his ears as he attempted to fight down his anger. “She welcomed us here, elf.” His tone was identical to Haldir’s, his slur of the other’s race the same. “The Lady herself made no restrictions on where we went. Would you like me to inform your Lady how you are disobeying her wishes?”

Haldir glared at the dwarf, his own ire rising. What right did this dwarf have to lecture him about what the Lady wanted? She had made a mistake in welcoming these travelers into the sacred woods. Haldir would have had no qualms about allowing Legolas in. Though he was not from Lothlorien, he was at least of their kind. Aragorn as well would have been allowed if Haldir was making the decision. Though he was no elf, he was raised by Lord Elrond, and was as close to an elf as a mortal could ever get. But that would have been the extent of Haldir’s welcome. The man, Boromir, was clearly consumed by lust for power, and intended to take the One Ring the first chance he got. And the ring itself should never have been allowed in, should never have been allowed to sully the sanctuary of Caras Galadhon. He knew the hobbit would never let it go, and thus, should have been refused entry, along with all his companions. And certainly a dwarf would never have been allowed. Haldir shook his head at that. Had the Lady totally forgotten the bad blood between their people? How could she allow this?

For several moments the two stared at each other, neither backing down. Finally Gimli moved slightly to the side, intending on stepping around Haldir and continuing with his walk. Haldir again stepped to block him. “I said you may not pass.”

That was the last straw as far as Gimli was concerned. Grabbing the taller being by the upper arms, he shoved him against the nearest tree. Haldir’s eyes blazed anger as he attempted to break free, but the diminutive dwarf had a surprisingly powerful grip and held him firmly against the tree. “Let me go, dwarf!” He snarled, struggling harder.

Gimli glared up at the piercing blue eyes, now darkened with anger. Allowing his gaze to roam over the fair features of the elf he restrained, the long silky hair, the full lips, the bright eyes, he wondered how he could not have noticed the beauty of the elf earlier. He shuddered inwardly, not wanting those thoughts in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not drive them out. He had been instantly struck by the beauty of the Lady, but her march warden was no less striking. Arrogant, yes. Hard-headed, definitely. But also with a delicate beauty that every elf here seemed to have. Gimli suddenly wondered how it would feel to kiss those delicate lips.

He shook his head slightly, trying to drive the thoughts from his mind. Though they were not his preference, he had lain with a male a few times, and the idea of laying with an elf was intriguing, to say the least. What would Haldir feel like, clenching around him as he climaxed? What would he say, or scream, in the throes of passion? What would his arousal taste or smell like? Similar to a dwarf, or totally different?

Haldir for his part had no such thoughts, his mind completely filled with anger and hatred for the dwarf who held him captive. He despised the feeling of helplessness he now held, and tried again to free himself from the shorter being. But Gimli held him fast, squeezing even harder at the elf’s struggles. Haldir noticed, with growing embarrassment, that he was becoming turned on by the dwarf’s actions. He was unused to being restrained. When he had a lover, he was always the one who did the taking, and he’d had no idea how turned on he would become at the actions of the dwarf. His struggles diminished as he concentrated instead on forcing away his arousal.

Gimli’s hold did not lessen, assuming the elf was attempting to distract him with a show of compliance. When Haldir’s attention was momentarily distracted, he quickly shifted one hand away from the elf and pulled a strap from his clothing, wrapping it quickly around Haldir’s wrists and tying them tightly behind his back.

Haldir was jerked back to reality when he suddenly realized the dwarf had quickly and efficiently restrained him. He pulled against the bonds, but they were tight and he was unable to pull free. His eyes darkened further as he glared at the smaller being. “The Lady will hear about this.” He growled.

“I sincerely hope so, elf.” Gimli returned, smiling slightly at the tone. “Make sure you mention how you attempted to prevent me from going where the lady herself said I was allowed.”

Haldir clamped his mouth shut at that, looking away from the dwarf, trying to calm his breathing, but more than anything, attempting to fight down his rapidly growing arousal. He could not believe he was becoming turned on by a dwarf. A male dwarf no less. He too had had his share of male lovers, but most recently had lain with females, usually a different one each night, leaving him feeling unsatisfied and ufillfilled. He had satisfied the needs of his physical body, but something had always been missing. He realized now what it was. There had been far too many females that gave themselves willingly to him, even a good number who begged him to lay with them. There had been no contest, no thrill of pursuit, no challenge of trying to win over an unwilling lover. And none that had ever stood up to him. None that had ever challenged him, had ever given him orders.

Given him orders like this dwarf was now doing. “Hold still, elf, or I shall tie you to this tree and leave you to be found by one of your companions.” He smiled slightly. “Would that not be a sight? The mighty guardian Haldir, tied to a tree, and by a dwarf no less. You would never live that down.”

“Let me go, dwarf!” Haldir snapped, frustrated at the reactions of his body that he could not control. Gimli stepped closer, pushing his body firmly against Haldir’s. He felt the elf’s arousal pressing into his chest and smiled slightly, reaching out to touch the bulge.

“And why should I?” He asked, touching Haldir’s arousal through his trousers. “Some part of you enjoys this, elf. Enjoys being restrained.”

Haldir bucked his hips, roughly pushing the dwarf away from him. “I do NOT enjoy this! You will let me go instantly or I will report you to the Lady, and she will cast you from Caras Galadhon.”

Gimlieareeared to consider the order for a moment before shaking his head, and again moved closer, one hand keeping Haldir pressed against the tree. “I do not think so. Not until we have done something about this.” He again stroked Haldir’s hard member, and in spite of himself, the elf moaned slightly at the touch. “You see, elf? You do like it. More than you will admit even to yourself.” With one hand still restraining the elf, he slid the other inside Haldir’s trousers and gently stroked his hardening shaft. Haldir whimpered softly at the touch, all the fight suddenly leaving him as the dwarf’s surprisingly gentle hands stroked him. He collapsed back against treetree, clenching his hands into the rough bark, as Gimli took the opportunity to lower his trousers.

Gimli swallowed hard as the perfect maleness of the elf was exposed to him. He had to grudgingly admit that Haldir was truly beautiful, arrogant though he may be. Haldir’s eyes closed in ecstacy at the first feel of the dwarf’s mouth on his arousal, and shivers shot down his spine as the skillful tongue circled him.

Gimli was unsure as to what an elf would like, and it had been a while since he had lain with a male, but as he experimented on the elf, soon discovered the actions that made Haldir moan and buck into his mouth. He could feel his own arousal rising at the reactions of the beautiful creature under his lips, and reached into his trousers, slowly stroking his need. He continued working the elf until he heard the quick gasps that told him Haldir was close to his release, then quickly pulled away, removing his own hand from its work, standing up to face the elf.

Haldir moaned softly in dismay, glaring down at the dwarf. “Blasted dwarf!” He growled. “Why did you stop?” His breathing was coming hard and fast as he attempted to bring down his arousal. The fact that he could not angered him even more.

“Because you did not want it, remember, elf?” Gimli reminded him, suddenly enjoying their little game. Give that arrogant elf a taste of his own medicine for once, he told himself. Let him see what it’s like to be at the mercy of another. He stepped closer, reaching up and brushing Haldir’s cheek with one calloused fingertip. “Or do you?” He smiled slightly. Though he was aroused, he was nowhere near the level Haldir was at, and could easily wait for completion. He again kneeled down and took Haldir into his mouth, bringing the elf near completion, then backing off again. He’d had just about enough of this one’s arrogance, and was determined to teach him a well-needed lesson in humility.

Haldir’s moan was even louder this time, and his hips bucked forward of their own volition. Though he was loath to self-pleasure, having had more than an adequate supply of bed mates, had his hands been free, he would have, if only to end his torment. At that moment, even being discovered by another elf would have been acceptable, if only they would finish him off. But Gimli had him well restrained. His trousers had been securely wrapped around his lower legs and feet, leaving him well aware that if he tried to walk away, he would likely trip and fall. And with his hands being tied behind his back, would be unable to catch himself if he did. He was angry and frustrated, but not enough to risk serious injury by trying to get away.

“Damn you!” Haldir hissed, gasping at the ache in his unsatisfied body, the throb in his straining erection. “Damn you, dwarf!” Gimli smiled slightly, lightly flicking his tongue across the tip of Haldir’s erection. The elf shuddered at the light touch, nearly out of his mind with need. “Finish this, you!”

Gimli shrugged, moving away again. “We will finish this in the manner I intend, elf. I have something else planned for you.” He reached for the waistband of his trousers, pinning Haldir with a dark stare. “Lay down on the ground and I may allow you completion, elf. Or I may not.”

Haldir glared at the smaller being. “You do not give me orders, dwarf!”

Gimli shrugged again, pulling his hands away from his trousers, folding his arms over his chest. “Then do not do as I wish and I shall leave you like that.” He turned to walk away.

“Wait!” The words slipped past Haldir’s lips before he could stop them. Slowly, hating the smirk on the dwarf’s face, he lowered himself to the forest floor, never taking his eyes off Gimli. A part of him rebelled at being at the mercy of a dwarf, but another, much larger part, screamed for the release that he hoped the dwarf would give him. “I am laying. Now keep your promises, dwarf.”

“I made no promises, elf.” Gimli returned. “I said I may allow you completion. I may not.”

“You cannot leave me like this!” Haldir hated the desperate tone he heard in his own voice.

Gimli kneeled next to the prone elf, pulling the silky golden hair through his fingertips. Haldir jerked away from the touch, glaring at the dwarf. “And why not? How many lovers have you had that you have selfishly taken your own pleasure from, ignoring their wants and needs? How many have you left unfulfilled? How many have you lured to your bed with the promise of a night of pleasure, only to have them see it was only your own pleasure you were interested in?” The way Haldir averted his eyes at the accusation left Gimli no doubt he had stron aon a grain of truth.

For a long moment, he watched the elf, waiting for him to say something. “Please.” Haldir’s voice was soft, lacking the usual sharp tone he had used in the past. “Please do not leave me like this, Gimli.”

Gimli started at the sudden use of his name. Up until then, Haldir had only called him “dwarf”, and in return, he had called the march warden “elf”. But he sensed a change in the elf. His little contest had had its desired effect. The elf was realizing how cruel his games of passion could be.

He gently turned Haldir’s face to look into the blue eyes, dark with need, and leaned down to softly kiss the full lips. “No, Haldir. I would not leave you like this. That is not my way.” He said softly, noting the flush of embarrassment in the elf’s cheeks. Pushing his trousers down to his knees, he reached into an inside pocket of his tunic, removing a small vial of ointment. Haldir recognized it as a healing salve, used for cuts and mild burns. Galadriel must have given it to him earlier to help heal the wounds sustained in the battle in the mines of Moria. Coating his arousal liberally with it, he pulled Haldir’s trousers the rest of the way off, giving him an easy escape if he so wished. But the elf did not move, save for spreading his legs and lifting them up, his knees near his shoulders. He said nothing, but his actions left no doubt as to what he wanted.

Gimli pushed his trousers the rest of the way off and positioned himself between Haldir’s legs. Gently pushing his arousal against Haldir’s tight opening, he gave the elf time to relax before ever so slowly, ever so gently pushing himself inside. He was slightly smaller than a man or elf, and the way was easier, but he knew it was still possible to injure the other if he was not careful. And truly, despite his dislike of Haldir’s attitude, he did not wish him any harm.

Haldir moaned softly, closing his eyes at the penetration. It had been a while since he had been with a male, and he felt himself tensing up at the intrusion. Consciously forcing himself to relax, the slight pain changed to a pleasant feeling of fullness. Gimli began to slowly move within him, giving his body time to adjust to the new sensations. Haldir dug his fingers into the ground, feeling the strain in his shoulders at trying to maintain such an awkward position. But soon Gimli had taken his shaft into his hand and was stroking the elf at a pace to match his thrusts.

Haldir arched his back at the dual sensations, no longer caring who it was that was entering him. His body felt like it was on fire as he moaned loudly under the surprisingly skilled hands of the dwarf. Without warning, the new posture changed the angle of Gimli’s thrusts, and Haldir screamed in pleasure as the dwarf’s arousal brushed against the center of pleasure deep within him. “Oh Valar!” he moaned,n ben began muttering rapidly in elvish, clenching his eyes shut against the overwhelming pleasure shooting through his body with each stroke of the dwarf.

Gimli began his own soft moaning as Haldir clenched around him in ecstacy. He knew he could not last much longer, but held himself in check the best he could, not wanting to allow his release until the elf had had his. Truly, despite his original intentions of teaching the arrogant elf a lesson, once he had aroused Haldir, he had no intentions of leaving him in his need. He was not a selfish lover, and would never be so cruel as to turn on his bed partner and then leave him unfulfilled.

He could feel the shivers starting in Haldir’s body, and not more than a minute later, the elf shouted his release to the trees above, his sticky essence spurting over the dwarf’s fingers. The clenching of his tight opening around Gimli kneaded the dwarf’s release from him, and soon he too was shouting to the trees, his climax shooting deep within the elf.

Even then he kept thrusting until neither of them could stand it any longer, then quickly withdrew, dropping to the forest floor next to the elf.

For several minutes, neither said a word, breathing hard, coming down from their climaxes. Gimli was the first to speak. “So will you still deny me my walk, elf?” He asked with a smile, reaching over to gently kiss the march warden, reaching behind Haldir’s back to untie the restraints.

Haldir laughed softly, reaching up to finger one of the long braids in Gimli’s beard. “Ai, Gimli! I do not think I could move from this spot even if I wanted to.”

Gimli found his trousers and pulled them on. “Good, then I shall continue.” With a last look at the elf, he turned and moved away. Haldir watched him go, suddenly wondering about the reason behind his hatred of Gimli’s people.


Several months later....


“I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between elves and men. Long ago we fought and died together.” Gimli chuckled softly as Haldir turned to smile at him, alone knowing the meaning behind that smile. “We come to honor that allegiance.” His eyebrow raised as Aragorn embraced the elf, seeing how Haldir never broke his gaze. They had some time yet before they were needed on the wall. It promised to be an interesting evening indeed.....

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