Ernilvúl

Title: Ernilvúl
Rating: NC-17
Cuil Eden AU ficlet
Pairing: Haldir/Legolas
Warnings: non-con, lots of tears and begging ;)
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

This is just a little AU ficlet with evil!Haldir, which Pip forced me to write by blackmailing me with the next chapter of her wonderful Elrond-centric story The Teacher (which you definitely should read if you haven't already, and I'm not saying that because it's what I wished for for Christmas, but because it's the best Elrond fic I've ever read: http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600080231 :))


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“Anything?” Haldir asked, laughing softly when Legolas tried to flinch away from where he pressed against him, threateningly hot and hard. “Anything, little prince? You might have learned your lesson now, or you might not – but if your Lord has not yet managed to break you of that wilfulness, it seems to me that it will fall to me to rectify this mistake. It truly cannot go on like this, can it?”

“Please,” Legolas began, more tears falling from his eyes. He did not struggle, for there was no way to escape. The wood of the shelf pressed into his back, and the solid presence of Haldir in front of him kept him captive against it.

“Oh, you were made to beg,” Haldir breathed against his cheek, raising two fingers to press them gently against Legolas’ lips. “Those sweet words on your lips – you tempt me so! But I think it would sound even sweeter were you on your knees, fully aware of your surrender…”

“No,” Legolas whispered and shook his head, closing his eyes in despair because already he knew how futile his protest was. He was trembling so hard, and he knew that Haldir was aware of his fear, as he was pressed completely against Haldir’s stronger body. “Please, Haldir, I am so sorry… I know who I am, and I swear I will show you respect from now on!”

“And who do you think you are, little prince?” Haldir asked, his voice dangerously low although there was an amused smile on his lips.

“I am… I belong to Glorfindel,” Legolas said softly, forcing himself to meet Haldir’s eyes despite his fear, to show his earnestness. “I am his, completely – he can do to me whatever he wants, and if he chooses to be gentle with me, it is but a mercy I am grateful for.”

“Ah, such sweet words, ernilvúl…” Haldir sighed and raised a hand to caress his cheek, and at the touch Legolas sobbed again. “I will make certain that you do not forget your place again. You do want to please your Master, don’t you? Then do not cry, little prince… I will let you go once you have learned that lesson.”

Legolas continued to cry, his breath hitching with desperate little sobs, but Haldir did not step back, and in the end Legolas had to raise his face again to give him a desperate look, shivering at the feeling of Haldir’s arms embracing him as if he were a concerned lover.

“Gîlríon… please, I have to-“

“Shh,” Haldir murmured against his lips, again raising a hand to caress Legolas’ tear-stained face with his fingertips. “I’ll take care of you, Legolas… and you will show me how grateful you are. Your child can spend the next hour or two in this shop; I think there is enough here to keep him entertained.”

“No!” Legolas said wildly, shaking his head in panic, “No, I cannot just leave him, I need to know-“

“That he is in safe hands?” Haldir finished the sentence for him and gave him a derisive smile. “What do you take me for? This shop belongs to my brother-in-law; your child shall be safe. You might need a lesson, ernilvúl, but I respect the Lord of the Golden Flower and vouch for the safety of his heir with my life.”

Legolas was still trembling, but now he lowered his head in defeat, gasping once in shocked surprise when Haldir only laughed and pulled him tightly against his body.

“You shall serve me, little prince,” Haldir said arrogantly, “and you will please me or be punished until you have learned to please me.”

“I… Yes, Haldir,” Legolas said brokenly, then flinched when Haldir sighed in exasperation.

“Did I allow you to use my name, little prince?”

Legolas closed his eyes, wishing he could hide, but there just was no escape, not when Haldir was so close that he could see all of his fear and shame in his eyes. “I am sorry, hîr,” he whispered, hoping that it would be enough for Haldir, and with a laugh the guard finally took a step back.

“It comes so naturally to you… It will be a delight to tame you to my touch,” Haldir said with another smirk, but then he turned and walked towards where the merchant was showing Gîl how to use another toy horse that moved if you pulled on a string.

At the sight of Gîl’s innocent joy Legolas began to cry again and turned away, leaning weakly against the shelf, but only a moment later Haldir was back with him to laugh softly at his tears.

“This is was what you were born for, and you know it, ernilvúl,” he said derisively. “But cry if you want… I like to see you cry.”

He took hold of Legolas’ arm and began to pull him with him, paying no attention to the youth’s defeated sobs.

“Where are you taking me, hîr?” Legolas finally asked, his fear growing when he realised that he did not know this part of the wood Haldir had led him to. “Please, let me go… I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

“Where do you think I’m taking you?” Haldir said, snorting at Legolas’ plea. “You’re a delicious little treat I want to savour… Tonight my sheets will bear the scent of your fear and your pleasure, and I am going to take great delight in that.”

Legolas helplessly shook his head, but there was nothing left he could say or do now, and when Haldir half-shoved him up the small stair that led to a flet on one of the smaller mallorn, he had long since stopped struggling.

“After this I don’t think you will be quite so ready to talk about service, or floggers,” Haldir breathed. “And if you do, I swear I will put that flogger into you and bind you to my bed… I’ll even put the mirror next to it so you can watch how you look while you struggle for hours with it moving deep inside you.”

“Please, hîr…” Legolas begged fearfully, his voice trembling as he looked around wide-eyed, but Haldir did not even give him time to look at the room.

“Strip, little prince, and kneel - unless you want me to do it for you?” he asked coldly, smiling when Legolas flinched at his words and quickly began to open his tunic. Haldir watched for a while, groaning a little as he pressed one hand against his hardness, but he did not move until Legolas stood naked before him.

“Now you will kneel, and tell me again how very sorry you are,” he ordered, his smile smug when Legolas slowly fell to his knees in front of him, looking so vulnerable and defeated that he groaned again with lust.

“I am so sorry, hîr,” Legolas sobbed. “Please, I swear I will not do it again, I know my place!”

“You will know your place once you feel me deep inside you, ernilvúl, while you are crying with lust and desire and thanking me for it,” Haldir promised with a deep moan, then grabbed Legolas’ arm again to pull him onto the bed. He ran his large hands all over the youth’s body, tracing the bruises and welts on his back with ungentle fingers and gloating at the little sobs and whimpers that produced.

“He should whip you more often, little prince… A wilful little pet like you should bear its Master’s marks on its skin until it has learned to obey,” he purred, his hands moving lower to stroke over Legolas’ thighs.

“Now let me look at what I have in my bed – spread your legs a little, ernilvúl,” Haldir commanded and laughed again when Legolas obeyed with another little whimper. “Oh, don’t tell me you are already ready for this? You little slut,” he breathed in delight, allowing one finger to slip into the oil-slick opening, “did you hope someone would catch you and force you to serve today? You could have just asked, any of my men would have been happy to put you to work!”

Legolas sobbed again, the sound far too loud in the quiet talan, and Haldir grinned and crooked his finger, thrusting it deeper inside until Legolas moaned with unwanted pleasure.

“Do you want me?” Haldir teased, his finger cruelly massaging the spot that made Legolas whimper and writhe on his sheets in lust. “Do you want to feel me inside you? Beg me for it, little prince!”

“Oh,” Legolas whimpered and instinctively tried to push back against the teasing touch. He was still aware of where he was and just what his words meant, despite the pleasure that was coursing through his veins, and it only made it all more humiliating. He tried to keep silent, but Haldir kept rubbing him like that, and he arched his back and sobbed because he knew that what he was doing did make him the slut they told him he was. “Please, I – I want it! Please… take me!”

“Very good, ernilvúl,” Haldir praised, abruptly pulling his finger back and slapping Legolas’ bottom hard, so that the youth cried out in shock at the sudden pain. “Turn around then, so that I can give you what you want!”

Legolas looked truly broken now when he turned to lie on his back, his face wet with tears although his shaft was hard against his belly. He tried to close his eyes while Haldir was quickly undressing, but when the guard crawled on top of him, their swollen lengths brushing against each other, he was once again forced to open his eyes and allow the guard to see his defeat in them.

“Yes, look at me – don’t hide, little prince, I already know just what you are!” Haldir growled and then pushed into him, claiming him with one hard stroke that made Legolas cry out in pain despite the oil he had applied earlier. He clenched around the guard’s hard length, which in turn made Haldir moan with lust and drive into him even harder, and there was just no way of escape for Legolas, not when Haldir was looking into his eyes, greedily noting all of his humiliation and shame.

“Tell me you love it!” Haldir demanded, laughing in victory when he had found the angle that made Legolas writhe in lust beneath him again. “Thank me for it, little prince!”

“I love it!” Legolas whimpered, hating himself because it was true – Haldir was giving him such pleasure, and while he hated him, he still would beg and plead so he would not stop. “Thank you, hîr!”

"Little slut," Haldir whispered affectionately and smiled when Legolas sobbed again. "Say it... You know it is the truth! Say it, little prince!"

"I... oh, please, hîr!" Legolas begged, trembling so hard that Haldir laughed softly and stroked his cheek as if to soothe him, but he kept moving inside him, rubbing back and forth over the little spot until Legolas whined and wrapped his arms around his neck as if to draw him closer, deeper.

"I am a slut," he whimpered, writhing beneath Haldir. "Oh please, please, hîr..."

“Oh, very good,” Haldir groaned, almost surprised at how good it felt to have such power over the youth at last. “Now kiss me. Show me you want it. Please me with all your heart, ernilvúl!”

Legolas was still crying as he raised his face, but he kissed Haldir with the utmost tenderness, his lips trembling uncertainly against the guard’s until Haldir took pity on him and kissed him back, easily parting his lips with his tongue. Legolas moaned despite himself, shocked when he realised how much he wanted it, and for a moment Haldir’s taste in his mouth nearly drove him wild with desire as he sucked on his tongue. Haldir’s hips rolled against his and he cried out, burying his hands in the silver hair that hung down to their chests.

“Please, hîr,” he gasped, “please, don’t stop!”

Haldir chuckled and moved to kiss him again, groaning in satisfaction at how easily the youth gave in to him. He tormented him for a while longer, but in the end his thrusts got harder and faster, so that Legolas was moaning almost continually into his ear, and when he finally spilled himself deep inside the youth, it was with the smug satisfaction of having heard Legolas cry his name while finding release.

He rested heavily on him for a moment, enjoying the way Legolas was crying again now although he was still clinging to him as if for comfort, and then pushed himself up. He groaned with surprised pleasure when he found that even now that he was softening, Legolas was still tight around him, and watched with growing lust how the youth winced and made a soft sound of pain when he slowly pulled out of him.

“So, ernilvúl?” he breathed into his ear as he laid back down behind him, then pushed a finger inside him just to feel him flinch again, “Did you enjoy that?”

He added a second finger, his eyes narrowing in lust at the lost little whimper this produced, and he swore when he realised that he had not yet enough of the youth’s tight body. “I know you did… You screamed it for everyone to hear,” he added maliciously, rubbing against the little gland inside until Legolas tried to escape his embrace.

“Oh no, I am not yet finished with you. I will have you again in a while,” he murmured, one arm tight around the youth’s waist to keep him still while he continued to explore his tight passage with his fingers. “It is a pity I did not bring the flogger, but there are other toys I have here, little prince – your Master truly has neglected your training, but once I am finished with you, you will be so eager to please!”

“Yes, hîr… Thank you!” Legolas sobbed softly, trembling in his arms as his most intimate place was relentlessly abused by Haldir’s questing fingers, but even though it was almost painful now, he was already growing hard again.

“Oh, you will be so very pleasing,” Haldir breathed in satisfaction against his neck, and Legolas relaxed in his arms in surrender, blushing in shame when he realised that now, finally, he did want to please Haldir more than anything.

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hîr - lord, master
ernilvúl - slave prince
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