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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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4
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Diplomatic Mission
Title: Diplomatic Mission 1/?
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters nor do I profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor and Haldir
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR: FOTR
Archive: OEAM, NF
Author’s Note: What can I say? Erestor is arresting? OH, that was bad!
Spoilers: No
Summary: Erestor likes big blonds, and he finds one.
*~*
DIPLOMATIC MISSION
Chapter One
Erestor’s whole body ached with need as he watched the broad shouldered March Warden stand up. He was not any taller than Erestor bus bos body was more solid, stronger. Erestor thought he had put lustful thoughts behind him a long time ago, but this creature was changing that rapidly.
He had come to Lothlórien on a diplomatic mission for Lord Elrond. He was always amazed at how silly his Lord and the Lady Galadriel could be, arguing over seemingly trivial things while Lord Celeborn just looked amused and refused to involve himself. So Erestor ended up here, trying to keep the two elves from another Kinslaying.
He had always found warriors and soldiers attractive, but he’d never indulged himself in that attraction. Well, that one time but it had ended badly and he hadn’t wanted to go through the humiliation again. But this one, Celeborn’s March-Warden, was perfection. He was blond, that lovely silver blond that looked as if it would feel like silk in his hands.
His blue eyes made Erestor think of autumn skies. His body was strong and proud and his face was simply beautiful with his slightly prominent nose and a mouth made to kiss.
He was hard and achy and sincerely wished he were charming like Glorfindel or charismatic like Elrond. He might know what to say. He had his hand under his robes, caressing his erection through his leggings and felt the damp spot on them. He watched the elf dry his body. He swallowed hard and slipped his hand inside to touch his naked skin.
The March Warden left the bathhouse. Erestor stayed where he was, needing to finish what he started. He figured he was safe, hidden.
“Why were you spying on me, Seneschal?” Erestor froze at the cold voice.
“I – I wanted to use tathhathhouse…”
”There is a bathhouse nearer to the talan you are staying in, Erestor.” He said the name as if it were some foul thing.
Erestor started to speak, but was cut off by a rough hand on the front of his robe, inside his robe, unlacing his leggings and touching his throbbing arousal. He couldn’t look at the March-Warden. He didn’t want to see the ugly sneer he felt sure was there. So he closed his eyes and that was a huge mistake because then he concentrated all this thought on the hand that was sliding up and down on him. It felt so good and he hadn’t, oh, no!
He came hard, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, which was probably stupid since his semen was running all over the other elf’s hand. He couldn’t make himself open his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see the derision there. He started to jerk away when he felt warm breath against his cheek.
“Haldir.”
“Wha-?”
“My name, it’s Haldir.” His mouth came down on Erestor’s, soft lips touching the surprised advisor’s lips. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He whispered and was gone.
Erestor paced in his room the rest of the afternoon. He cancelled meetings with Lord Celeborn, pleading that he was a little ill and needed to rest a bit. What was he going to do about dinner? He couldn’t face that … that creature again! He put his hand up to his mouth and felt his lips. Haldir had such soft lips. He wished he could be kissed again but that was not likely to happen. He just hoped that the other elf didn’t entertain everyone at dinner by telling them about his indiscretion.
He just wanted to go home, away from these elegant silver and golden haired creatures and back to where the elves were more…earthy. These elves were almost otherworldly in their bearing. He felt awkward and alien around them.
He wondered if he could beg off dinner. No, he couldn’t. It wouldn’t do to insult the Lady. He slipped out to the closest bathhouse for a bath, praying that no one else would see him. He returned to his room and dressed in his best somber black robe and went to dinner.
He thought that it would last forever. He had never before realized how mundane immortal beings could be. Galadriel was arguing good-naturedly with Celeborn about how many different flowers the gardeners were planting this year. Erestor’s mind was on the blond across from him who ksmilsmiling at him as if they both had a secret. Erestor did have a secret, one he was glad was covered by his robes.
He was thrilled when the dinner was over and quickly made his excuses and headed for his room. He almost made it when he heard that voice again. Rough silk… that is what it sounded like.
“I was afraid you were going to miss dinner.”
Erestor just looked at Haldir, panic in his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Haldir was getting very close as Erestor backed up against the door.
“No. I don’t think so.”
Haldir took a step closer. He placed his hands on Erestor’s waist.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
Haldir pulled him away from the door.
“Why don’t you put your arms around my neck, Erestor?” The voice was not a sneer but almost a purr as the stunned advisor put both arms loosely around Haldir’s neck.
“Are you going to invite me in?” Haldir asked him again, his lips only inches from Erestor’s ear.
“No.” It was a little weaker this time, probably having something to do with Haldir’s tongue touching his earlobe then running all the way up to the point.
“Hmm?” Haldir’s hands reached around to his ass and his tongue traced Erestor’s smooth, strong jawline.
“No?” He hadn’t meant it to come out sounding like a question. Haldir kissed his lips again, another soft gentle kiss that suddenly changed as he jerked Erestor close and plunged his tongue into a very surprised mouth.
The dark haired elf soon figured out that he wasn’t the only one aroused by this strange game. He felt the March-Warden’s cock pressed against his own.
And the kiss. The kiss felt like…like the March-Warden’s tongue was mating with his own as he allowed Haldir to do as he wished inside his mouth. The blond’s tongue rubbed his own. Then it probed deeper, pulling out and plunging in again as Haldir’s hands on his ass pulled him closer with each thrust. Erestor clung to him, needing him for support and wanting him to… What did he want?
The other time came crashing into his mind. The young soldier who had taken him, and done it roughly. Erestor had acted as though he didn’t hurt when the other elf had taken him, like it didn’t hurt when he’d laughed at him when Erestor asked him, despite the brutality, to stay the night.
He shoved Haldir away and disappeared into his room.
A part of him hoped that Haldir would shove his way into to the room, push him over to the bed and have him, wrapping Erestor’s long legs around his waist and pounding into him until they both were screaming with fulfillment.
A part of him hoped that Haldir would come in and take the decision out of his hands.
It didn’t happen though and Erestor tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep and too stubborn to relieve himself.
The new day saw a tired and ill-tempered Erestor. Not even Galadriel dared to talk to the scowling elf from Imladris. The talks ground to a screeching halt since Erestor would do little but glare at Galadriel and stare off into space. She sent him somewhere to relax.
He chose the garden. All the fragrant flowers reminded of the gardens in Imladris. He sat on a stone bench, trying to force himself to calm down. The edginess was from his frustration. He had wanted the forest Guardian, wanted what he offered, but even though he told himself that it was his practical nature that held him back, he knew it was pride and fear.
He just wanted to go home.
“You should relax, my friend,” a voice spoke in his ear and strong hands began to rub his shoulders from behind. Haldir. Why did the March-Warden seem so intent on tormenting him?
“*You* are the one making me tense.” He stated rather matter-of-factly.
“Because I want to make love to you?” That velvety whisper just before a wet tongue caressed his ear.
“You just want to… to… fuck me.” The crude human term seemed to fit.
Haldir jerked back, taking his hands from Erestor’s shoulders. His voice was as cold as ice when he spoke. “Had I just wanted to fuck you, Erestor, I’d have yanked your leggings down outside the bathhouse and rammed my cock in you there. You wanted it so bad you’d have let me do anything to you.”
He stalked away.
~tbc~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters nor do I profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor and Haldir
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR: FOTR
Archive: OEAM, NF
Author’s Note: What can I say? Erestor is arresting? OH, that was bad!
Spoilers: No
Summary: Erestor likes big blonds, and he finds one.
*~*
DIPLOMATIC MISSION
Chapter One
Erestor’s whole body ached with need as he watched the broad shouldered March Warden stand up. He was not any taller than Erestor bus bos body was more solid, stronger. Erestor thought he had put lustful thoughts behind him a long time ago, but this creature was changing that rapidly.
He had come to Lothlórien on a diplomatic mission for Lord Elrond. He was always amazed at how silly his Lord and the Lady Galadriel could be, arguing over seemingly trivial things while Lord Celeborn just looked amused and refused to involve himself. So Erestor ended up here, trying to keep the two elves from another Kinslaying.
He had always found warriors and soldiers attractive, but he’d never indulged himself in that attraction. Well, that one time but it had ended badly and he hadn’t wanted to go through the humiliation again. But this one, Celeborn’s March-Warden, was perfection. He was blond, that lovely silver blond that looked as if it would feel like silk in his hands.
His blue eyes made Erestor think of autumn skies. His body was strong and proud and his face was simply beautiful with his slightly prominent nose and a mouth made to kiss.
He was hard and achy and sincerely wished he were charming like Glorfindel or charismatic like Elrond. He might know what to say. He had his hand under his robes, caressing his erection through his leggings and felt the damp spot on them. He watched the elf dry his body. He swallowed hard and slipped his hand inside to touch his naked skin.
The March Warden left the bathhouse. Erestor stayed where he was, needing to finish what he started. He figured he was safe, hidden.
“Why were you spying on me, Seneschal?” Erestor froze at the cold voice.
“I – I wanted to use tathhathhouse…”
”There is a bathhouse nearer to the talan you are staying in, Erestor.” He said the name as if it were some foul thing.
Erestor started to speak, but was cut off by a rough hand on the front of his robe, inside his robe, unlacing his leggings and touching his throbbing arousal. He couldn’t look at the March-Warden. He didn’t want to see the ugly sneer he felt sure was there. So he closed his eyes and that was a huge mistake because then he concentrated all this thought on the hand that was sliding up and down on him. It felt so good and he hadn’t, oh, no!
He came hard, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, which was probably stupid since his semen was running all over the other elf’s hand. He couldn’t make himself open his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see the derision there. He started to jerk away when he felt warm breath against his cheek.
“Haldir.”
“Wha-?”
“My name, it’s Haldir.” His mouth came down on Erestor’s, soft lips touching the surprised advisor’s lips. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He whispered and was gone.
Erestor paced in his room the rest of the afternoon. He cancelled meetings with Lord Celeborn, pleading that he was a little ill and needed to rest a bit. What was he going to do about dinner? He couldn’t face that … that creature again! He put his hand up to his mouth and felt his lips. Haldir had such soft lips. He wished he could be kissed again but that was not likely to happen. He just hoped that the other elf didn’t entertain everyone at dinner by telling them about his indiscretion.
He just wanted to go home, away from these elegant silver and golden haired creatures and back to where the elves were more…earthy. These elves were almost otherworldly in their bearing. He felt awkward and alien around them.
He wondered if he could beg off dinner. No, he couldn’t. It wouldn’t do to insult the Lady. He slipped out to the closest bathhouse for a bath, praying that no one else would see him. He returned to his room and dressed in his best somber black robe and went to dinner.
He thought that it would last forever. He had never before realized how mundane immortal beings could be. Galadriel was arguing good-naturedly with Celeborn about how many different flowers the gardeners were planting this year. Erestor’s mind was on the blond across from him who ksmilsmiling at him as if they both had a secret. Erestor did have a secret, one he was glad was covered by his robes.
He was thrilled when the dinner was over and quickly made his excuses and headed for his room. He almost made it when he heard that voice again. Rough silk… that is what it sounded like.
“I was afraid you were going to miss dinner.”
Erestor just looked at Haldir, panic in his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Haldir was getting very close as Erestor backed up against the door.
“No. I don’t think so.”
Haldir took a step closer. He placed his hands on Erestor’s waist.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
Haldir pulled him away from the door.
“Why don’t you put your arms around my neck, Erestor?” The voice was not a sneer but almost a purr as the stunned advisor put both arms loosely around Haldir’s neck.
“Are you going to invite me in?” Haldir asked him again, his lips only inches from Erestor’s ear.
“No.” It was a little weaker this time, probably having something to do with Haldir’s tongue touching his earlobe then running all the way up to the point.
“Hmm?” Haldir’s hands reached around to his ass and his tongue traced Erestor’s smooth, strong jawline.
“No?” He hadn’t meant it to come out sounding like a question. Haldir kissed his lips again, another soft gentle kiss that suddenly changed as he jerked Erestor close and plunged his tongue into a very surprised mouth.
The dark haired elf soon figured out that he wasn’t the only one aroused by this strange game. He felt the March-Warden’s cock pressed against his own.
And the kiss. The kiss felt like…like the March-Warden’s tongue was mating with his own as he allowed Haldir to do as he wished inside his mouth. The blond’s tongue rubbed his own. Then it probed deeper, pulling out and plunging in again as Haldir’s hands on his ass pulled him closer with each thrust. Erestor clung to him, needing him for support and wanting him to… What did he want?
The other time came crashing into his mind. The young soldier who had taken him, and done it roughly. Erestor had acted as though he didn’t hurt when the other elf had taken him, like it didn’t hurt when he’d laughed at him when Erestor asked him, despite the brutality, to stay the night.
He shoved Haldir away and disappeared into his room.
A part of him hoped that Haldir would shove his way into to the room, push him over to the bed and have him, wrapping Erestor’s long legs around his waist and pounding into him until they both were screaming with fulfillment.
A part of him hoped that Haldir would come in and take the decision out of his hands.
It didn’t happen though and Erestor tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep and too stubborn to relieve himself.
The new day saw a tired and ill-tempered Erestor. Not even Galadriel dared to talk to the scowling elf from Imladris. The talks ground to a screeching halt since Erestor would do little but glare at Galadriel and stare off into space. She sent him somewhere to relax.
He chose the garden. All the fragrant flowers reminded of the gardens in Imladris. He sat on a stone bench, trying to force himself to calm down. The edginess was from his frustration. He had wanted the forest Guardian, wanted what he offered, but even though he told himself that it was his practical nature that held him back, he knew it was pride and fear.
He just wanted to go home.
“You should relax, my friend,” a voice spoke in his ear and strong hands began to rub his shoulders from behind. Haldir. Why did the March-Warden seem so intent on tormenting him?
“*You* are the one making me tense.” He stated rather matter-of-factly.
“Because I want to make love to you?” That velvety whisper just before a wet tongue caressed his ear.
“You just want to… to… fuck me.” The crude human term seemed to fit.
Haldir jerked back, taking his hands from Erestor’s shoulders. His voice was as cold as ice when he spoke. “Had I just wanted to fuck you, Erestor, I’d have yanked your leggings down outside the bathhouse and rammed my cock in you there. You wanted it so bad you’d have let me do anything to you.”
He stalked away.
~tbc~