A Very Long Week

Title: A Very Long Week
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Series: No, written for the LoM May challenge, 'Make love, Not War'.
Type: PWP
Pairing: Elrond/Thranduil
Summary: Thranduil has an interesting way of dealing with disagreements, and
Elrond doesn't mind the terms of trade.
Warnings: Really, really really slight BDSM. Elrond has to wear a slave
collar. That's it.
Beta: Lalaith Nienóri

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"Why don't we... come to an agreement?" Thranduil asked sultrily.

Elrond could not believe his ears. Or his eyes. The things Thranduil was
doing to that poor cluster of grapes left no doubt of what kind of agreement
he was proposing. Thranduil was a beautiful Elf, but was this really any way
to settle a simple dispute? Not that he would mind settling it this way, of
course.

Elrond reached for his glass, thinking 'I'd better have some more to drink'.
Thranduil smirked. Finally, Elrond had overcome his shock enough to speak.
"What kind of an agreement?" He asked.

Thranduil uncrossed and recrossed his legs,
perching in his chair, grinning like a madman at the Noldor whom, until
recently, he didn't even like. Elrond seemed willing enough. Was it too much
to hope? "I want you. For one week. Day and night. Serving me." There, he'd
said it. Now if Elrond would only agree...

Elrond looked taken aback, but hid his startlement in his cup. Again.
Was he trying to get drunk? "As a servant? Doing what, scrubbing floors?"
Elrond scoffed.

Smugly, Thranduil leaned forward in his chair. "Your services would be of a
decidedly more personal nature."

Elrond arched a brow. "Whose sole property would I be for that time, yours,
or your men's?" Elrond asked, negotiating the terms. Thranduil sighed with
relief inwardly. He was going to do it, then. "Mine. And mine only." he
replied. Elrond looked at him a long moment of the rim of his glass. "If I
submit, then the route will cross your lands without trouble?"

Thranduil nodded. "If you last the week."

Elrond stood. "Only a week will I be your inferior. I'll be your equal ever
after, Thranduil, and don't you forget that." He reminded the blonde.
Thranduil smirked up at him, and pointed gracefully at the floor. "From this
moment on."

Elrond knelt, and his service began.

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The look of loss and shame when Thranduil removed Vilya and the crown of
office from his naked new Noldor pet were priceless, but necessary. For a
week, he would be a slave, and no more. It would be a much-needed escaping
break for Elrond, as well as enable him to feel pleasure at Thranduil's
hands as a Noldor slave, and not as Lord of Imladris.

Elrond remained standing in the center of Thranduil's bedroom, motionless as
instructed while Thranduil puttered about in his desk, searching for
something. When he found the key, he went to the closet, and opened up the
false back. He unlocked the small vault, and took out his box of secret
toys, as well as a length of chain.

He set the box of toys on the table beside the bed, and rummaged inside.
When he stepped back over to the Half-Elf, he took a moment to admire the
sparse hair in several places on the long, lean form; a gift from the blood
of Men. His own blonde waves were soft and smooth, and hard to see in most
lights. Elrond's was dark waves, loosely curled, and he had inherited the
size of his interestingly large member from Men as well, apparently.
Thranduil smiled in pleasure. Oh, this would be fun.

Standing in front of the nude Noldor, Thranduil commanded, "Move your hair
aside." He fingered the collar in his hands. Elrond made no move. Thranduil
reached out and pinched the inside of the other Elf's thigh, Elrond
staunchly refusing to wince under the intense pain. "Stubborn Noldo." he
said. Elrond's mouth twitched. "Pretty Sinda." He replied.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, looking at the Half-Elf. Flirting? He was
surprised. He kissed the Half-Elf, nipping with tongue and teeth, grinding
into the soft lips that met him with equal fervor. When he broke the kiss
and stepped back, Elrond glared upon discovering he had been fitted with the
collar.

Thranduil clipped the chain onto the ring, and drug Elrond over to the
closet. He rifted through it a moment, and came out with a narrow belt and a
strip of cloth. "Much as I like you naked," he explained, trying the belt
around Elrond's hips, "I'd prefer you be dressed
for dinner." Elrond flushed, but suppressed any refusals he might have
wanted to make. Thranduil walked around behind Elrond and tucked the end of
the cloth under the belt, so that it hung free in a flap over the Half-Elf's
shapely rear.

Smiling, he went around the front and reached between Elrond's thighs, which
the Half-Elf spread to give Thranduil access. Close as he was to the Noldo's
groin, Thranduil couldn't help note the early signs of a very nice erection
blooming. He said nothing, and instead pulled the cloth around to the front
and tucked it under the front of the belt. With a smile, he reached under
the cloth from the side to adjust his new toy's equipment. A faint blush of
arousal blossomed on Elrond's high cheekbones, and his black-lashed eyelids
flickered shut, even as he grew increasingly harder in Thranduil's hand
under the mild fondling.

Thranduil smiled, and moved away, taking his hand out of Elrond's clout. He
went for a hairbrush and seated himself in a chair before having the
Half-Elf come sit on the floor between his knees. He unbraided and brushed out
the long black strands, taking extra care to
make it shine sleekly. He liked it loose, but proper attire for a body slave
or consort was to pull it back in a single binding. Thranduil locked a clasp
onto the fistful of gathered hair, marvelling that it was a thick as his
wrist and as dark as the night sky, shining with starlight. He placed a lone
kiss on the crown of Elrond's gleaming head, smelling the honest, earthy
scent of the other elf.

He stood, and took up the leash. Elrond rose to his feet gracefully, and
willingly followed him out of the room. When they came to the dining hall,
his sons gaped a moment, then recovered themselves and ignored their
father's new slave. Legolas and Valthoron* had been aware that Lord Elrond
was visiting, trying to resolve a few issues that had come up recently, and
this sort of... agreement being far beyong their ken, the two princes kept out of it. Thranduil ate
unperturbedly, feeding the Noldor who sat against his legs under the table
choice bits of food and passing down a cup of wine.

Elrond was grateful for the wine, it warmed him and gave him courage, but he
wasn't particularly hungry. Nonetheless, he knew what was expected of a body
slave and ate anyway. At least Thranduil was taking care of him, and not
neglecting him or resorting to abuse. Besides, he was eager to get this all
over with, and hoping that they could go to bed soon so he could mentally
mark one night off. Six more nights to go after this, he thought to himself.
It seemed Thranduil was eating intentionally slow.

Stuck hunched under the table, trying not to bump his head on the beams or
disturb Thranduil in shifting about to lean easier on his shins, Elrond grew
impatient. Perhaps if he... Elrond began to remove Thranduil's left boot.
Thranduil peered down at him through his curtain of golden hair, trying to
figure out what he was doing. Elrond smiled mischievously and slid
Thranduil's boot off his foot. Keeping Thranduil's eyes, he lifted the foot
and licked the arch from heel to toe. His skin was warm from being inside
the boot, and he twitched as Elrond's tongue passed a ticklish spot. Desire
flamed in his eyes, and the bulge in his leggings became slightly more
apparent.

Elrond sucked one of the long toes in a power play, which Thranduil won
easily by looking away from him and continuing with his meal. Having lost,
Elrond rubbed and massaged Thranduil's feet. After a while, he removed the
other boot and massaged Thranduil's right foot, while the left was busy
rubbing his bare chest, passing over the hardened nipples in seeming
innocence. Tease! Elrond fumed. His hand crept up the shapely calves, and
kneaded the long, hard thighs until the muscles relaxed under his hands.
Moving upwards, he put his head in Thranduil's lap and his mouth over the
Sindar king's hard on, breathing hot and damp through the fabric.
Thranduil's broad thighs spread wider and Elrond was rewarded with a twitch
in his mouth, and the hot smell of need. He released the shapely organ and
nuzzled it instead, uncaring that Thranduil's bare foot had strayed lower
and was rubbing gently over his own erection, the toes cupping gently.
Thranduil was talented with his feet as well as his tongue. Elrond was
fascinated.

A long-fingered hand on the back of his neck halted him and he sighed, but
obediently retreated and sat against Thranduil's legs, doing nothing until
the meal was ended. Thranduil's feet began moving around, searching out his
boots, and Elrond watched in amusement as the long, agile toes showed
unnerving prehensility and picked up the left boot, which had fallen on
its side, set it
upright and followed suit with the right, which had to be turned around. His
left foot wriggled into the leather case, and the toes of his right
skilfully tied the laces. His right foot soon entered its boot, and was
shoved at Elrond to be tied. Elrond did so, resting the sole of the boot
against his chest while tying it, noting that his knot was different from
Thranduil's.

Thranduil then excused himself and rose, tugging Elrond's chain until he
emerged from the depths of the dark under the wooden table. Elrond prayed
there would be no banquets this week, for under the table during a large
gathering of Sindar would surely be much embarrassment, sexual harassment,
and foot rubs.

Nobody looked twice at him as he was led to Thranduil's study. Thranduil
laid the end of the leash across his desk, and seated Elrond beside it,
telling him not to move. Elrond as aware that if he even shifted the chain
would move, and he might be punished. He was glad Thranduil had chosen such
a comfortable position for him to si tin, because Thranduil worked late into
the night.

When he rose, he stretched and yawned, then took Elrond's chain and led them
off to his bed. Elrond's nervous anticipation about this part had already
worn off quite a while ago, when the floor had first begun to really hurt
his backside. He was tired. If Thranduil wanted as shag, he could have it,
as long as he didn't mind Elrond sleeping through it. Amused by the thought
of sleeping through sex, his step lightened as he followed behind Thranduil.

In Thranduil's bedchamber, a few lamps were lighted, and a bath was standing
ready, with buckets of still-hot water beside the fireplace, keeping warm.
Thranduil yawned and motioned for Elrond to do it. He went over to his
mirror and removed his jewellery and brushed his hair. When the bath was
ready, he had Elrond undress him, amused at the Half-Elf's flirtatious
gropes. He got into the bath, then whipped off Elrond's clout and unhooked
the chain before inviting Elrond in with him, to sit between his thighs.
Elrond accepted the invitation, settling himself against Thranduil's wet
chest in the warm water. Thranduil unclasped his hair and dampened it,
adding a bit of soap to his palms and massaged it into Elrond's scalp with
talented fingers.

Elrond relaxed into the touch, never having experience anything like it
before. It felt almost hedonistically good. He was nearly asleep when
Thranduil rinsed his hair and began washing his chest. Elrond moved his arms
to let Thranduil have access. When Elrond was clean, he washed Thranduil,
touching him however he pleased at the moment. Both were hard, but tired and
lazy. The water cold, Thranduil got out and handed Elrond a towel, for the
Noldo had followed suit and left the tub. They towel dried themselves and
each other, then Thranduil sent Elrond to bed and went looking for a bottle
of suitable oil.

When he came back, Elrond was curled on his side of the bed. Thranduil
grinned. "I see you know to warm my side of the bed for me?" Elrond's moody
eyes flashed, but he bit back his retort about Thranduil warming his own
spot and moved over tot he cold side. After a few minutes of the Half-Elf's
stubborn refusal to shiver, yet too cold to contain the trembling, Thranduil
reached out and pulled him close. Elrond grunted and wrapped full-length
around him, hardness pressing into the hollow curve of Thranduil's hip. With
an impish grin, Thranduil rotated his hips until his penis was pressed
against Elrond's. The Half-Elf gasped. Thranduil kissed him gently. "I won't
force you." he whispered against the Noldo's soft lips.

"I want this." Elrond replied against his lips, the fine hairs above his
upper lip, softer and thinner than any Man's would be, tickling Thranduil's
sensitive lower lip. Thranduil kissed him again, and reached down to caress
a nipple. Elrond allowed it, arching into Thranduil so that he could reach
better. They ground their hips together, the flesh hard between them, and
Thranduil felt his resolve toward the Noldo melting. Even though he wassualsually a bottom, enjoying sensations form that point of view, Elrond needed
to be topped for this work. Maybe, maybe after all this they could meet
sometime as equals? Thranduil hoped so.

Dampening his fingers with the slick oil he'd brought, he slid his hand up
over Elrond's shaft, caressing the tip, rolling his heavy, soft-skinned sack
in his palm. Elrond moaned loudly, incoherent already. Thranduil dipped his
fingers again, and delved behind the Noldo's testicles, caressing the pucker
hidden between the bath-damp thighs. More soft hairs teased his fingertips.
Did this Elf have hair everywhere? Thranduil was intrigued. Men must be
really hairy, then. He pressed gently, and the opening gave, in time with
another of Elrond's groans of pleasure.

He was tight, but he probably wasn't a virgin though. Elrond pressed back on
h is fingers when he inserted a second, playing with the taut ring of
muscle, knowing what to do. Certainly not a virgin then. A third finger and
Elrond rocked back and forth, trying to getanduanduil to stroke his
prostate. He moaned in delirious need. Thranduil slicked himself, shuddering
at how nice his hand felt... wait, that was Elrond's hand. Thranduil let
Elrond help, impatiently. Lying on his side behind Elrond, he pushed
Elrond's upper leg forward and turned his hips to get into alignment, and
then pushed. Elrond pushed back, and Thranduil slid home in one delicious
long stroke.

They both moaned together, loudly enough it could have nearly been called a
scream. Thranduil slid back, and Elrond met him on the slide in. They moved
together like that; Elrond caught between thrusting into their hands and
Thranduil bracing his neck and chin against Elrond's back to thrust as fast
and hard as they needed to. Riding Elrond hard, Thranduil tightened his
hands on Elrond. Elrond slung his hips forward, buttocks clenching against
one another as he cried out and came. The sudden tightness that also threw
his hips forward finished Thranduil, and he released inside Elrond, biting
savagely at Elrond's nape.

When he could breathe again, he mumbled against Elrond's damp neck, "My pet
Noldo." Elrond smiled, murmured something, and drew the blankets over them
both to combat the cold from the sweat drying on their skin.

They slept.

In the morning, Thranduil woke first, and remember what Elrond had said. He
smiled down at the soundly sleeping Noldo.

Elrond had said; "I hope it's going to be a very long week." Thranduil hoped
it would be, too.

-END-

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*Borrowed character. Not my OMC. :)


Also, as a challenge of sorts, if anyone wants to take this and run with it,
I'll host the sequels on one page like a contest of sorts. Extra points for
making it MPREG or getting Thranduil to bottom (he really wants to).

* Has to be the same pairing. (I guess Elrond could do sexual favors for others,
but only Thranduil gets to shag him.)
* No epilouge 'remember when' type things.
* Doesn't have to be the full week, nessecarily.
* Angst, war, mpreg and strife are allowed and encouraged. :)
* Sequels have to be sent to me at anubeta@lycos.com for me to put them on a
page of: 'I wrote this story and got other people to add on to it, isn't that GREAT!'

Have fun!