Edification
Edification
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Title: Edification
Authors: Mayetra and Hedda
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien invented Middle Earth and all its
denizens; we are only borrowing them and promise to return them in good working
order. Our fan fiction is written for personal enjoyment only and we will not
attempt to make any final gal gain from this work.
Special Warnings: Slash/Graphic Sex
Cast: Haldir/Celeborn Galadriel/Haldir
Timeline: AU/Pre-Lord of the Rings
*~*
Galadriel stormed into Celeborn’s study and began to pace
its length. “You must do something about Haldir! His behavior has gotten worse.
I spent the morning comforting three of his conquests and Elbereth knows how
many more will be waiting for me this afternoon.”
Celeborn
turned his attention away from the missive he was reading and studied his wife.
Her face was flushed and she was in a high state of agitation. He had been her
life partner long enough to know that she would not let this situation die, he
would have no choice but to deal with the young Captain of the Marchwardens.
“Well my dear, exactly how do you propose I should deal with him? Obviously,
the talk you had with him last season did little to curb his extra-curricular
activities.”
Galadriel
shot her husband a seething look and continued to pace. Her brow furrowed as
she discarded one suggestion after another. In exasperation, she answered,
“Haldir is like a child who abuses his toys without any consideration to their
worth. We have spared the rod, and in consequence, he has become spoiled with
little thought to the feelings of others.” Galadriel paused as a solution to
the problem presented itself. “Perhaps it is time someone taught Haldir a
lesson about what it means to be used for the pleasures of another.”
Celeborn
raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his wife’s suggon. on. Noting the wicked gleam
in her eyes, he asked, “You wish me to take him in hand then?”
“I
have more than your hands in mind for young Haldir, for I feel that only you
could tame him without breaking his spirit.”
Celeborn
chuckled, “So do you plan to participate or do you wish only to watch?”
“He
is quite delectable but for now I will remain at a distance, confident in your
ability to handle him.”
She
crossed the room and lightly kissed him on the lips, “Try not to damage him too
much, my love.”
*~*
Haldir
crossed the bridge as he made his way to Celeborn’s private gns. ns. He had
received the summons during the morning meal much to his irritation. Haldir had
already staked out his latest query and was looking forward to the chase.
He
passed through the opening of the high hedge that surrounded the gardens and
made his way along the footpath to the glade in the center. The morning sun had
yet to dry the dew and it glistened like stars set amid a field of green. The
heady scent of newly bloomed flowers filled the air and Haldir idly wondered if
he might find a way to use the gardens for his own nefarious purposes. The
tantalizing thought of taking one of his conquests in the forbidden gardens of
his Lord sent a heated bolt to his loins.
He
entered the inner sanctum of Celeborn’s retreat and paused to survey the
landscape. A small pond sat in the center fed by a brook, which sang merrily as
it flowed along. Beyond the pool was a small circle of willow s ths that swayed
lightly in the morning breeze. Flowers dotted the glade floor adding bright
splashes of color. Beneath the willows, Celeborn sat upon a bench, seemingly
lost in thought. Haldir crossed to an archway of willow branches and waited to
be recognized.
He
stood for many long moments watching Celeborn turn a small, funnel-shaped,
purple flower in his hands. Haldir knew Celeborn was aware of his presence but
still his liege ignored him. Shifting his weight, he cleared his throat. “My
Lord, you wished to speak to me?”
Celeborn
cast a glacial look at the impatient Elf before turning his attention to the
field of flowers beyond the pond. “Do
you know what the Moon Daisy means in the Language of Flowers?”
Haldir
remained silent for he knew by Celeborn’s tone that his Lord had not really
expected an answer.
“It
is the flower that represents patience.” Celeborn gave Haldir a meaningful
glance before continuing. “You can convey many ideas and thoughts by simply
using the appropriate fauna. For example, the Kingscup is presented to one who
is childish or ungrateful. Then there is the Thorn Apple, which is used to
imply that the recipient can be deceitfully charming.”
Celeborn
stood and faced Haldir, lifting the flower he was holding so that it was level
with Haldir’s gaze. “And this is Bitter Cress, Galadriel gifted me with it this
morning. Do you know what it means?”
Haldir
swallowed for he did not like where this conversation was leading. Remaining
optimistic, he answered, “I would think that it signifies true love, for it was
a gift from your lady fair.”
Celeborn
smiled bitterly and shook his head. “No Haldir, it means parental error, for I
have been lax in correcting your aberrant behavior.”
Haldir
paled for he definitely did not like where this conversation was going. “My
Lord, have I failed you somehow in my duties as Marchwarden?”
“Do
not be coy with me, Child. knowknow very well what I am referring too. Your
conquests are legion and you have left a score of discarded lovers scattered
throughout the city. You have tested Galadriel’s edicts one time too many and
now she has left it to me to see you punished.”
Haldir
hung his head; he would probably have to serve an extra season on the Northern
Fences. It wouldn’t be to great a hardship for there were several new Marchwardens
he wanted to get to know better.
“The
chois yos yours, Haldir. You may either
lay yourself across my knees or bend forward and grip the back of the bench.”
Haldir’s
head snapped up as the last of Celeborn’s remarks registered. “What?”
“I
said, ‘You will feel my hand on your bottom, for if you act like a spoiled
child, you will be treated as one. The choice is yours, across my knees or bend
forward and grip the bench.’”
Haldir
could hardly believe that his Lord would suggest such a thing. Sighing at the
absurdity of being spanked as if he were an Elfling, he turned and gripped the
back of the bench. Hoping that Celeborn would make his ‘punishment’ quick, he
let his mind wander to his latest q. He. He was a fresh-faced new recruit with
a tight little behind; Haldir couldn’t wait to plunder his secret depths.
Haldir
was so lost in his thoughts that when Celeborn let fly his first strike he
yelped, more from surprise at the firmness of the blow than from true pain.
Celeborn, however, was just getting warmed up and by the third strike, Haldir
stood and quickly turned avoiding the blow.
“I
thought that something like this might happen.” Celeborn grabbed a shocked
Haldir and spun him around once again. Grabbing both of Haldir’s hands, he
deftly bound them together before Haldir could think to resist. “You will
submit to my authority. I am your liege in all things. If you cannot accept my
punishments then you are not worthy to lead the Guardians of Lórien.”
Celeborn
paused and let this sink in before he continued. “Do you yield?”
Haldir’s
head was spinning as the realization that this would not be a simple punishment
as he had first thought. Pride of his position as the Captain of the
Marchwardens warred with the humiliation of being beaten by his Lord. Pride won
the silent argument and Haldir nodded his acceptance.
ha
have defied me once in this and you will not a second time.” Celeborn reached
around Haldir and loosed the ties to his leggings. “You will remember this
well, Young One, for my hand will warm the flesh of your bottom without the
benefit of cloth to shield it.”
Celeborn
took a seat on the bench and pulled Haldir down over his knees. Slipping a
finger into the waistband of Haldir’s leggings, he slowly pulled them down.
Much
to his shame, as Haldir’s flaccid member slid free and rubbed against the silk
of Celeborn’s robe, it twitched and began to swell. Haldir held his breath in
anticipation of the blows to come but was surprised when he felt instead the
warm caress of Celeborn’s hand as it slid across his exposed buttocks.
“You
are exquisite.” Celeborn said in a breathy voice.
Haldir
was just beginning to think that he might possible be able to turn the tables
when Celeborn’s first blow hit his bare bottom. He gritted his teeth, refusing
to cry out and further add to his humiliation.
Celeborn
noted with satisfaction that Haldir appeared to be holding his breath, however
the boy would have to breathe at some point because this was a correction not
to be meted out quickly. “ You might as well breathe, Little One.
midst of this, for then we would have to begin anew.”
Haldir
forced himself to take a breath. His arousal brushed against the soft silk of
Celeborn’s raiment again as he offered a silent prayer Elbereth that this
torment would end.
Soft
fingers flitted across his backside but a searing heat soon replaced the
wonderful fegs tgs that arose as Celeborn’s hand fell once more.
It
was almost too much. The rubbing of his arousal, the incalculable fall of
blows. Worse yet, it seemed that in retaliation for his silence, Celeborn had
decided to increase the ferocity of his swats. Tears misted Haldir’s eyes. This
wasn’t fair. It truthfully was becoming
uncomfortable. His bottom had begun to burn of its own accord and Celeborn’s
palm only added fuel to the fire.
Celeborn
was impressed at the sheenacinacity of the Elf across his knees. Although his
soft white globes had turned a fiery red, he remained silent. It was time to
move to new territory. On the next downswing, Celeborn slightly altered the
flight of his hand so that when it finally fell it hit between Haldir’s thighs
and his ass. This brought out the desired response Celeborn had been seeking,
as Haldir was unable to contain his cry of pain.
Tears
spilled forth from Haldir’s eyes of their own accord and he was unable to stop
his sobs of pain and humiliation. He tensed in preparation for the next blow
and was surprised to feel his hands unbound. He allowed Celeborn to guide him
to a standing position. Haldir reached down to pull up his leggings but was
stopped when Celeborn gently pulled him down to sit upon his lap.
Celeborn
contemplated the younger Elf. His face was highly flushed and wet from his
tears. He was sniffling forlornly and tears continued to fal:p><:p>
“Hush,
Young One.” Celeborn stated firmly as he wiped at Haldir’s tears. “Your pain
and suffering but pale in comparison to the hurt that you have caused to the
hearts of others.”
Haldir
rubbed an arm across his face. “I understand, My Lord. Your lesson has been
well learned.”
“Has
it, Little One? I only look upon a slightly petulant child who seeks to escape
any further penance. While I desire greatly to believe your admission, you only
tell me what I wish to hear. You have not yet begun to grasp the pain that
careless seduction can cause. For if you were truly repentant, you would have
heeded Galadriel’s warning about your behavior and we would not be where we are
right now.”
“What
must I do to prove myself, My Lord?” Haldir looked longingly at Celeborn.
“Show
me that you have learned ‘my’ lesson well. “ Celeborn sat back and contemplated
his charge. There were no doubts in his mind that the young pup was already
plotting to try to seduce him instead of leaving. Therefore, he was not
surprised when Haldir stood and slowly disrobed. He continued to watch Haldir
through slitted eyes, marveling at how truly magnificent he was. He was going
to thoroughly enjoy mastering the arrogant young Elf and he silently thanked
Galadriel for presenting him with such a delightful diversion.
Haldir
unconsciously licked his lips before dropping to his knees between Celeborn’s
legs. He had long harbored a secret desire for his Lord but never before had
the opportunity to act upon it. He deftly parted Celeborn’s robes and loosened
the ties to his leggings.
Haldir
had oft heard tales of how majestic Celeborn was, but in fact, that is all that
they were. Before him was glory. Never in his seasons had he seen such a
breathtaking sight. He moved forward fully intent on luring Celeborn into his
seductive game.
“Hold!”
He
froze at the sound of the Lady Galadriel’s command. Fear curled in his stomach
at the realization that she had caught him in such a compromising position. He
turned fear-stricken eyes towards Celeborn only to find his Lord regarding him
with a bemused expression. Too late, he realized that he had fallen into
Celeborn’s trap. Fear turned to panic for he knew that his punishment was far
from over.
“Tell
me, Haldir, why must everything be me wme with you? You were just punished for
manipulg otg others into fulfilling your desires. It fills earteart with
sadness to see that even your Lord is naught but a plaything to you. You seek
to satisfy him only to the extent that you can establish dominance and sate
your lust upon his body.”
Haldir
rose quickly and sought to rebut Galadriel’s words but was silenced by a mere
glance from her.
“Do
not seek to deceive me, Boy. For even if I could not see the truth of my words
reflected in your eyes, the tales of woe from your countless conquests are
well-knoo Ceo Celeborn and myself.”
Haldir
looked as if he were a wild bird set to fly.
your Lord, and seek not only personal gratification as is your wont.”
Haldir
knelt before Celeborn feeling very much like an ewe to the slaughter.
Celeborn
looked down upon his supplicant with a wry smile. “Never forget that I am your
master. Your pleasure and your pain are ultimately dependent upon my will.”
Haldir’s
mouth went dry. The very thought of his Lady ordering him to pleasure her life
mate while she watched was both nerve-wracking intointoxicating at the same
time. He reached forwand gnd gently grasped Celeborn’s shaft in his hand,
waiting against hope for a reprieve.
“Do
not delay my satisfaction, Boy. I would feel your hot mouth upon me.”
Haldir
swallowed and tentatively caressed the tip of Celeborn’s erection with his
tongue. He jd asd as Celeborn laced his fingers though his hair and pulled him
forward, silently urging him to begin. He was no stranger to giving this form
of pleasure. How easy it was to close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling
of silken flesh against your tongue, he thought to himself, to memorize its
length, the delicate roadways of bulges and veins, the taste. It was as if a
small piece of Aman had been presented to him. He traced patterns with his
tongue and nipped with his teeth, alert to every sigh and moan from the Elf
holding him captive.
Galadriel
watched through heavy lidded eyes as Haldir pleasured Celeborn. Despite the
implications of his remarks to Haldir, she knew Celeborn would not seek to
spill his seed between his full lips. Reaching into a pocket of her gown, she
extracted a small vial of scented oil and rolled it between her palms to warm
it.
Haldir
gently rolled the twin globes at the base of Celeborn’s shaft in an effort to
push him closer to release. He was
finding it difficult to continue his ministrations; his jas bas beginning to
ache for Celeborn was much larger than any of his previous lovers. He had just
drawn Celeborn deeply into his mouth, when he felt nimble fingers probing at
his tight opening. He bucked forward seeking to prevent the unwanted intrusion
and was rewarded for his efforts by a hard slap to his tender behind.
Celeborn
tightened his hold on Haldir’s hair causing the young Elf to cry out in pain.
“Do not move, Young One. Let the Lady see to your readiness. For it is my
desire to not only feel your hot mouth but your tight sheath as well.”
Haldir
whimpered around the mouthful of flesh but did not pull away from the next
gentle exploration of his entrance.
Celeborn
sensed the distress of the young Elf and bid Galadriel to cease her probing.
Pushing Haldir back, he lowered himself onto the ground and then pulled Haldir
into his arms. “I sense that you are
anguished by this ordeal, Little One. What is it that troubles you so?”
Ha
lo
looked as if he were a small child. Turning shy eyes to the Lord, he muttered.
“Forgive me, My Lord, but I have never been taken in such a manner and I fear
that your girth will cause me great harm.”
Galadriel
leaned up and nipped the top of Haldir’s ear. “Do not worry, Little One, for
even I have been taken by the Lord in this manner many times. Allow me to
attend to you so that it might ease his entry. I promise that you will not be
harmed.”
Haldir
nodded his assent and placed his head upon Celeborn’s shoulder trying
unsuccessfully to relax.
Galadriel
resumed her tender ministrations all the while murmuring soft reassurances to
Haldir. She added more of the oil to her fingers and gently probed the opening
again. This was surely virgin territory as was evident by the fierce tenseness
of his muscles. So she contented herself to stroking them and relaxing them
adding more of the oil as needed.
Haldir
was starting to relax a bit. He knew two things. One was that the more that she
stroked at him the more that he was beginning to relax. Two if he tensed up it
hurt. So he willed himself to focus only on the good feelings that were slowly
starting to build.
Galadriel
was sure of the fact that Haldir was finally relaxing. The strokes that she was
taking were starting to elicit small moans from Haldir. She poured more oil
onto her fingers and slowly started to press inside. There was more resistance
so she slowed down and took her time rubbing the tightly clamped muscles.
Celeborn
locked eyes with Galadriel and knew she was close to gaining entrance. He
nuzzled the side of Haldir’s face, encouraging him to lift it from his
shoulder. He placed butterfly kisses along Haldir’s jaw before grazing his lips
lightly.
Haldir
gasped as Galadriel slipped her finger past the tight rings and gently rotated.
His cry was muffled, however, for Celeborn chose that moment deepen his kiss. His
mind whirled as pain and pleasure warred as Celeborn’s tongue mimicked
Galadriel’s movements. Try as he might, Haldir could not establish dominance
with the kiss; it was a thoroughly unnerving experience. Never before had he
played the submissive and it chafed against his natural instincts.
Adding
more lubricant to her hand, Galadriel took up a light thrusting rhythm and was
pleased to feel that Haldir was becoming more receptive to the intrusion of her
finger. Running her fingertip along the front wall of his channel, she lightly
grazed his prostate.
Haldir
gasped into Celeborn’s mouth at this new assault to his senses. It felt like a
small bolt of lightening had zapped him and he was impressed at how quickly
something so painful could turn so quickly pleasurable. He turned his attention
back to Celeborn’s probing kiss.
Celeborn
chuckled lightly at the look of shock that had crossed Haldir’s face. He caught
the look of triumph that Galadriel flashed him and knew that she was about to
start her second assault. Seeking to distract Haldir once again, he reached
between their bodies and grasped his weeping erection.
Haldir’s
emotions were in turmoil, his senses were inflamed by the myriad of sensations
coursing through his body. He threw back his head and moaned aloud as Galadriel
inserted a second finger. Celeborn gently suckled at his ears and neck, all the
while lightly stroking his erection. He was throbbing with need and shuddered
at the thought of burying himself within Celeborn. He prayed desperately that
he would be able to have his Lord writhing beneath him.
Galadriel
continued to stroke Haldir’s passage. Sensing he was close to release, she
abruptly withdrew her fingers and moved away.
Celeborn
noted that Galadriel had finished her preparations and released his hold on
Haldir. He kissed him one last time before placing him on his hands and knees.
Haldir
whimpered, partially from need and partially from fear, as he watched Galadriel
pass a small vial of oil to Celeborn.
Galadriel
sat before Haldir and took his face lovingly into her hands. She gently stroked
his cheeks with her thumbs as she kissed him lightly. “Easy, Little One. You
have nothing to fear for I will be here with you. All you need remember is to
relax for there is no turning back from the path that you have chosen.”
Celeborn
opened the bottle and added more oil to furrow of Haldir’s ass testing with his
fingers to see how ready the Elf was for penetration. He noted with
satisfaction that one finger was easily admitted but frowned when a second was
denied entry. He spent a moment massaging and stroking the puckered opening
before attempting to add another digit. This time entry was granted and he
slowly spread his fingers, stretching Haldir open even further.
Haldir’s
breath caught in his throat at the painful entry of Celeborn’s second finger.
He wanted Celeborn to stop his assault but he knew no mercy would be granted to
him.
Galadriel
remembered too well her first ventures into pleasure with Celeborn. She brushed
her lips against Haldir’s seeking to distract him. Her tongue found its way
between his clenched teeth and she rubbed it lightly against his. She allowed
Haldir to become the aggressor and deepen the kiss, swallowing his moans and
whimpers as Celeborn inserted a third finger.
Satisfied
that he would not tear Haldir’s tight passage, Celeborn withdrew his fingers
and liberally oiled his shaft. He probed gently with the head of his erection
then pushed past the twin barriers that sought to deny him entrance.
Haldir
cried out, breaking the kiss with Galadriel. He clenched his muscles even as
Celeborn slowly filled him. Pride deserted him.
“Nay,
My Lord. I cannot do this thing. Even now you are tearing me asunder.”
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Tears
streamed down his face at the pain of Celeborn’s entry.
Celeborn
was forced to withdraw at Haldir’s resistance. “You are only prolonging the
inevitable. Relax, Child, for you are making this worse than it needs to be.
Have you this much compassion for your lovers as you satisfy your lust upon
them?”
Galadriel
sent Celeborn a warning glance. He was frustrated by his need to find relief
but she would not allow him to destroy Haldir’s spirit. She continued to soothe
the shaking young Elf until he relaxed enough for Celeborn to once again seek
entrance.
This
time Celeborn was able to fully sheath himself.
Celeborn
allowed Haldir a few moments to adjust to his girth as he relished the Elf’s
tight, hot, heat. Haldir was virginally tight, so tight, in fact, that Celeborn
could feel the beat of Haldir’s heart. Ai’ it was sheer bliss.
Haldir,
on the other hand, was gritting his teeth so hardt Gat Galadriel could swear
she heard them grinding.
“You
must relax, Little One. It will do no good for you to add to your torment, it
may seem too much to bear but trust your beloved Lady, this pain will quickly
fade.”
Haldir
unclenched his jaw and willed himself to relax once again.
Celeborn
could feel the Elf relaxing around him. He gave a tentative flex of hips
ps
and was able to surge a bit further into the tight embrace of Haldir’s passage.
He took up a steady rhythm of thrusting, withdrawing about halfway, and once
again driving home. Once he found a pace that pleased him, he kept it.
Haldir
was torn between wanting to cry out for mercy and wanting to cry out of sheer
bliss. The ache that had assaulted him since the beginning of this ordeal had
been replaced by a searing flame of passion that threatened to consume him.
Grabbing
Haldir’s hips, Celeborn accelerated his thrusting. Although he was an older Elf
and would usually be longer with his pleasure, this experience was proving to
be almost too much. He felt his release building within him and he offered a
cry to the Heavens as he drove home in one final thrust and came.
After
a pregnant pause, Celeborn slowly withdrew his rapidly dwindling erection and
started to dress. Once the final article of clothing was replaced, he gave
Galadriel a look and left.
Haldir
watched with shock as Galadriel rose to her feet and started to follow Celeborn
form the garden. His body burned with need and he was still trying to sort out
all the emotions that ran rampant through his mind. He wanted release, comfort,
to feel that he had value.
“Nay,
My Lady,” he sobbed in despair as the realization of their desertion impacted
his befuddled senses. “Please, I beg you, do not leave me alone. I am in
agony.” He crumpled in a ball on the ground, sobs racking his slender frame.
Galadriel’s
instincts told her that they might have pushed the young Elf too far.
Compassion moved her to comfort him. She returned to his side and pulled him to
her breast. She gently stroked his hair and whispered quiet admissions of her
love for him, not unlike a mother soothing a grieving child.
His
sobs subsided and she gently wiped the remaining tears from his face. Risigracgracefully to her feet, she quickly removed her gown.
Haldir
gazed upon his Lady with a look of adoration. She truly was a vision standing
beneath the willows, sunlight dancing across her golden flesh.
Galadriel
lowered herself to the ground and opened her arms in invitation. She sighed
with pleasure as Haldir’s lips settled upon her breast. His tongue was making
lazy circles around her nipple.
Watching
Celeborn take the younger Elf had lit the embers of passion within her. She had
thought to find her release in her lifemate’s arms but the thought of Haldir
thrusting into her core sent delicious tingles through her.
With
an impatience born of unfulfilled desire, Haldir settled himself between
Galadriel’s thighs. The heady musk of her desire inflamed him and with
practiced ease, he entered her. A groan escaped his lips as the warm velvet of
her passage enveloped him. Mindless with lust and desire, he began a quick,
deep rhythm, which elicited gasps and moans from Galadriel.
Galadriel
was beyond coherent thought; Haldir’s thrusts quickly sent her over the edge
and she screamed his name.
Galadriel’s
orgasm caused Haldir to lose control. He thrust hard, encasing himself fully as
he spilt his seed deep within her. Haldir collapsed atop her, panting heavily
while he waited for the world to right itself.
Galadriel
gently stroked Haldir’s hair when he had recovered enough to move to her side.
“Now, Young One, heed my words well. The next four seasons had better find you
in contemplation of the hurt you have caused others. I have gifted you with
release this time but cannot say if the next will find you satisfied.”
She
rose then and dressed, leaving a silent Haldir to contemplate her words.
The
End