Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Orchyd Constyne
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Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from
the Tolkien world.  They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Archive: LoM, OEAM, Galadhrim.net, AFF.net, Melethryn
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: Big warning here people.  Stepping outside the usual fluff
and fun.  BDSM -- this means there will be bondage, discipline,
dominance, submission, sadism, and masochism.  It is dark -- and when
you think I can't make it any darker, I will.  Keep in mind, though,
that this is NOT a non-con situation, this is NOT rape, and it is NOT
silk scarves.  This story will depict two adult male individuals --
who are both very sane -- consenting to consensual play, however
intense it may become, but always with a backbone of safety.
Beta: Larien
Cast: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor enter into a relationship where
Glorfindel may lose everything he is in order to give Erestor all he
desires.

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Imladris, Third Age 2008

Erestor groaned with frustration.  He thought to ignore the knock on
his chamber door, but anyone disturbing him at this late hour would
not leave until he appeared.  The Councilor sighed and wrapped his
half-nude body in a silken robe.  After a few short moments, he opened
the door to the anxious face of Elrond's Seneschal.

"What is it, Glorfindel?" Erestor asked, trying with incredible effort
to rein in his temper.  The Elda was the most annoying individual
Erestor had ever met; Glorfindel was determined to disturb him at
every inopportune moment.

"Why, Erestor, it is so nice to see you, too."  Glorfindel's sarcasm,
Erestor thought, was the *last* thing he wished to deal with at this
late hour.

"If you have only come to harass me, Lord Seneschal, then I must ask
you to excuse me.  I was in the middle of something when you knocked." 
Erestor stepped back, swinging the door shut, but was stopped when
Glorfindel's heavy boot lodged itself between the door and the frame.

Glorfindel's blue eyes flared dangerously in the low light of the hall
and Erestor resigned himself to having at least a short conversation
with his fellow lord.  "If you wish to speak, Glorfindel, then do so. 
I have little patience this night and you are quickly rending me of
what I did have."

"It's nice to know that you are your cheerful self no matter what the
time or place may be," Glorfindel quipped.  "Lord Elrond asked me to
tell you Lady Arwen and Lady Celebrian will return tomorrow morning
with Lord Celeborn."

Erestor let out an exasperated hiss.  "His rooms aren't even properly
aired."  He would have to be up before the first light of morning if
he was to prepare for Lord Celeborn.  "Very well.  Thank you for the
message.  It seems I should retire soon."

Glorfindel nodded, bowing slightly.  "Maer fuin."  The Elda turned
from Erestor's intense gaze and walked down the hall and out of the
Noldo's sight.

Erestor closed the door softly, thinking to himself.  Celeborn.  It
had been a many years since had last seen his Lady's father.  A smirk
crossed Erestor's lips.  He was sure Celeborn would seek him out upon
his arrival; the Councilor would only be too happy to oblige.

He passed through the main antechamber in his suite and emerged into
the large, opulent bedchamber within.  His eyes swept over the room,
taking note of the furniture and tapestries, the books and sculptures. 
Erestor had spent many, many years collecting his numerous
possessions.  Elrond sometimes teased his friend that they would soon
have to designate a whole wing to the Councilor's hobbies and
collections.

Erestor let his robe fall from his slender shoulders and he draped it
over one of several chairs in the room.  Lindir had once asked him why
he had the furniture he did: a massive solid wood four poster bed, a
sturdy table, quite a few chairs of varying height and design, among
many other pieces.  His answer had made the poor minstrel blush.

The Noldo leaned over to one of the side tables and retrieved his
half-finished glass of wine and his riding crop.  Walking across the
room to the low table, Erestor sipped thoughtfully.  Lindir was
beautiful; the young Elf's long, almost white hair had been a source
of fascination for Erestor.  Chuckling, he remembered it was that same
trait that had drawn the Elf-lord into Celeborn's bed.

He put his glass down then ran a hand over his bare chest, his eyes
going dark with lust.  Lindir, Celeborn... Glorfindel.  The Elda was a
constant source of irritation and desire for Erestor.  He longed to
possess the golden Lord, but Glorfindel was too proud, too vain to
share Erestor's bed.  But, Erestor could fantasize.  Closing his eyes,
he ran his hand further down his body and lightly traced the bulge in
his sleeping trousers.  Yes, what he wouldn't give to have Glorfindel
to himself for a few short hours...

Erestor opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. Lindir lay
belly down on the table, his legs spread wide and bound to the legs at
the foot of the table.  The young Silvan Elf was gagged and his arms
were stretched out and bound to the legs at the table's head.  The
pale skin of the minstrel's back, buttocks, and thighs was
crisscrossed with red welts and dark bruises.  Erestor knelt before
the flushed, tear-stained face and smiled darkly.

"Good boy," he soothed, smoothing the mussed hair.  "Not a sound.  I
am impressed."  Erestor's voice was low and even, almost comforting if
not for the position Lindir found himself in.  The Councilor stood and
walked to stand behind and just to the left of the bound Elf.  "Now,"
he said, raising the crop.  "Where were we?"

TBC...

English/Elvish:
Maer fuin : Good night

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter One : All I Ever Wanted

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Imladris, Third Age 2032

Glorfindel's eyes cleared slowly, a smile crossing his perfect lips. 
He had been dreaming of onyx eyes and ivory skin.  The Balrog-slayer
looked out the balcony doors from his position on the bed; the light
of early morning spilled into the room and warmed his spirit. 
Glorfindel felt the bed shift beside him and his smile grew wider.  A
long, cool finger made it's way from the top of his cleft to the
bottom, and then traced the underside of his buttocks.

"Maer aur."  The smooth, velvety voice caused a shiver to run through
his body.

His eyes closed as warm lips peppered kisses over his shoulder and
upper back.  "Aur," he replied, sighing happily.  Erestor began to
suckle at the base of his neck, and he tilted his head further,
offering Erestor more of his flesh.

Erestor's tongue traced the curve of his ear, the Noldo's hot breath
caressing the sensitive skin.  "We have the Council session this day,
do we not?" the Councilor asked, one of his slender, powerful arms
wrapping around him and pulling his body against the dark Elf's. 
Glorfindel shifted his hips, settling Erestor's arousal in the crevice
of his backside.

"Aye, midmorning."  Glorfindel entwined his fingers with the hand that
stoked his belly.

A deep chuckle tickled his ear. "Then we have plenty of time,
melethron."  Erestor disentangled their fingers and teased his nipples
into tight peaks.

Glorfindel gasped and squirmed against the firm body behind him.  He
was lost to the sensations Erestor could call forth from him.  He had
lived with Erestor for over a decade now, and that was only after a
four-year courtship.  He was brought from his thoughts sharply when
Erestor bit the back of his neck.

"Am I boring you, melethen?" the Councilor asked.

"Never," Glorfindel whispered.

The two Elves shifted positions so that Glorfindel lay on his back
with his legs spread wide to accommodate Erestor between them.  He
arched his back slightly, allowing Erestor to slip his arms beneath
his lithe form.  He let out a soft sigh when Erestor's warm lips
touched his throat, leaving a damp trail in his wake.  Erestor, he
mused, always made love to him as if he were worshipping him.

The dark-haired Noldo slowly tasted and teased Glorfindel's flesh,
fingers dancing over sensitive areas, causing heat to pool within the
Elda's loins.  Glorfindel gave only soft mewls and gasps, his eyes
dark indigo with his lust.  He watched Erestor tease a nipple into a
tight peak, lapping at the nub and then blowing gently to further
tighten the flesh.  He brought his hands up as he closed his eyes,
savoring the thick, heavy weight of Erestor's ink-black hair.  He had
always found his lover exotic; though the Councilor was Noldorin, as
his coloring showed, those traits were exaggerated in him.

Erestor possessed skin as white and smooth as fresh cream, always
shown to its greatest advantage by the rich colors the Noldo wore. 
Glorfindel found Erestor to be the most striking in the lush burgundy
velvets he donned for his office, the deep reds bringing out what he
thought were rust colored highlights in the ebony tresses.

Elrond's Chief Councilor possessed a warrior's physique, not that of a
sedentary scholar.  Erestor possessed amazing strength and prowess
upon the training field, but those battle-hardened skills were never
used upon Glorfindel.  No, the Noldo never used a rough hand or a
harsh touch when touching his golden flower.  As Erestor's talented
mouth tasted his belly, Glorfindel thought that sometimes it seemed,
Erestor forgot he was a warrior.

Glorfindel's thoughts were briefly interrupted when Erestor's mouth
found the point of his hip, nibbling and stroking the sensitive area. 
He moaned low in his throat as Erestor tasted the delicate skin at the
juncture of his thigh, and his arousal swelled further.  The Noldo's
ruby lips placed feather-light kisses from the base to the top of his
desire, the Councilor's pink tongue darting out to tease the slit. 
Glorfindel opened his eyes and his breath stopped.

Erestor lay between his thighs, a hand on each of his hips, the
Noldo's mouth hovering above the tip of his length.  Erestor's eyes
kept his trapped, and he trembled as he watched his lover slowly
engulf him.  Erestor had piercing eyes, Glorfindel mused, his head
falling back against the pillows and his eyes closing once more.  Even
with his vision gone, he could still see those eyes; still feel the
heated gaze upon him.

Those bottomless orbs were what had truly captured the Elda's heart. 
Most of the Noldor he knew had grey eyes, the color of storm clouds. 
Erestor's eyes, though, were black as pitch.  When Glorfindel looked
into those pools of ink, he felt possessed.  Erestor could ask him for
anything, demand he perform any act, and he would willingly do it. 
Eyes that were so cold in the Council room when dealing with diplomats
and Kings would become liquid warmth when regarding him.  And that
look, the look of utter love and devotion Erestor would bestow him,
was worth his very soul.

Glorfindel arched sharply, his eyes snapping open as Erestor swallowed
him to the root and slid a slick digit within him.  It was times like
these, in the early morning light or the silence of the evening, when
Erestor owned his body and spoke to his heart.

A second finger joined the first, stretching him, thrusting deep
within his body.

"Erestor..." he whispered, savoring the feel of the Councilor's name
on his tongue.  He lifted his legs further, and briefly caressed his
lover's cheek.  Erestor smiled and added a third finger.  The Elda
cried out, wadding the bedclothes in his fists.

When he opened his eyes again, Erestor's face hovered above his, the
Noldo's lips almost touching his own.  "I am going to take you now,
pen-velui."  Erestor's voice was a soothing tenor, one that never rose
in anger or became sharp with annoyance.  It was a steady tone, just
as steady as the Elf himself.  Glorfindel nodded, holding his breath
as his arousal throbbed between them.

Erestor brought their mouths together, and Glorfindel opened to the
Councilor's onslaught; the Noldo seemed to devour him.  Glorfindel
threaded his hands into those satiny tresses once more and rotated his
hips up, begging silently with his lover.  In one, fluid thrust,
Erestor entered him.  Glorfindel was relaxed, was aroused, and he
whimpered into their kiss.  He had always felt he and Erestor fit
perfectly together.  They moved in tandem, seeking their mutual
release.

Glorfindel watched Erestor's face as they made love.  The charcoal
eyes were closed to him, thick, sooty lashes fluttered against the
flushed skin of Erestor's face.  He moaned when Erestor's thrusts
became deeper but the pace never increased.  This was one of the
Noldo's favorite games; he wanted him to plead for his release.  The
control Erestor possessed still amazed him.

Glorfindel briefly remembered the first time Erestor had played this
game with him, although he hadn't known the rules then; it had taken
him the better part of the night to figure them out.  Never once in
those long hours of torture had Erestor rushed, he had not pushed or
even spoken.  No, Erestor had spent hours working him into a
smothering frenzy of lust and need.  Glorfindel had begged.  He had
pleaded.  The great Chief of the Golden Flower had implored the dark
Elf to take him, to bring an end to the torment.

And Erestor had.

"Please, Erestor," he panted before he nipped at Erestor's bottom lip. 
"Leitho nin, Erestor."  He pushed against Erestor and moaned softly.

"Aye, melethen," Erestor whispered hotly against Glorfindel's ear.

Glorfindel cried out when Erestor wrapped his hand around his hot
column of flesh.  He wrapped his legs around Erestor's waist and
encouraged him to thrust faster, only to have his lover still
completely.

"Glorfindel," Erestor said firmly.  He opened his eyes and let his
legs fall back to the bed.  Erestor smiled and kissed him deeply. 
"Maer."

Erestor began moving again, his pace the same as ever.  Glorfindel
could feel the slow and sure build of his release.  "Please...
Erestor..." he sobbed, the room brightening as full morning invaded
their suite.  Erestor closed his eyes and Glorfindel felt the grip on
his shaft tighten.  Erestor was ready.

They moved quickly, Erestor no longer withdrawing in long, slow
movements, but in short, deep thrusts.  Glorfindel met him push for
shove, a keening wail leaving his lips when Erestor's thumb rubbed the
weeping head of his length.  Glorfindel was close now; his thighs were
tight and his back arched, his hands fisted at his sides as he held
his breath.

"Tolo, Glorfindel," Erestor breathed against his ear.

It was as if a floodgate had been opened within his body, and his
throat released a strangled scream.  His seed coated Erestor's hand
and his own belly, his body trembling in the aftershocks of the
intense orgasm.  Erestor stilled his movements and Glorfindel heard
him release a long sigh.  Glorfindel shook with several more tremors
as Erestor filled his body with his essence, just as composed and
silent as if he were in the Council room.

They were opposites.  Completely.  Where Glorfindel was bright,
Erestor was dark.  Glorfindel was vocal and open; Erestor was resigned
and closed.  Their lovemaking reflected their life together and
Glorfindel had never found a cause for complaint.  Their differences,
he thought, complimented each other and he loved his silent, midnight
Elf.

Erestor lay atop him, nuzzling his neck contentedly.  "Melin chen,
Erestor," he said softly, stroking the smooth skin of his lover's
back.

"Melin chen, Glorfindel," was the quiet response.  "We shall be late
if we do not rise from the bed."

Glorfindel kissed Erestor's brow and smiled.  "I could remain here all
day, with you as you are."

Erestor chuckled, pulling his softening member from Glorfindel's body. 
"We must bathe, meleth.  Come, get up and join me for a quick dip in
the pool."

Glorfindel stretched and rolled out of the bed.  "As you command, my
Lord Councilor."

*****

"You two were late for the meeting this morning, meldir.  Did you
oversleep?"

Glorfindel looked up into Elrond's pewter eyes, dancing with mirth. 
"Are you accusing your stoic Councilor of sleeping late?"  Glorfindel
lifted one blond eyebrow elegantly.

"No, I am accusing my insatiable Seneschal of keeping my stoic
Councilor in bed against his better judgment."  Elrond sat in one of
Glorfindel's plush chairs and smiled at his friend.

Glorfindel smirked and went back to the duty roster before him.  "I
don't recall him complaining," he mumbled.

Elrond let out a loud laugh and shook his head.  "I am pleased you are
both so happy, Glorfindel.  I must admit, I had my concerns when you
first began courting him."

The Seneschal looked up with clouded eyes.  "Why?"

"Come now, Glorfindel," Elrond said, his tone becoming serious.  "You
and all of Imladris know that Erestor has never kept one lover longer
than a few years, and he has never *lived* with any of them."

"Perhaps he was simply waiting for the right Elf, Elrond."  Glorfindel
stood and walked from behind his desk, his back stiff.

"Meldir, I did not mean to offend you," Elrond said, craning his neck
to watch Glorfindel pace in agitation.

"Do you not think I *knew*, Elrond?  I knew I was risking a lot when I
sought him.  But, he loves me.  And," he turned bright azure eyes on
Elrond, "I love him."  Glorfindel sighed.

Elrond rose, approached his friend and put his hand on the warrior's
shoulder.  "Forgive me, Glorfindel.  I did not mean to upset you."

Glorfindel shook his head.  "Nay, Elrond, it is not you.  It is
Erestor."

"What do you mean?"  Elrond's eyes darkened with concern.

Glorfindel waved his hand about in frustration.  "There is something
not right within our relationship, something he keeps from me.  He
does not give all of himself to me as I feel I do to him.  It has
become more... pronounced in these later years."  He turned his gaze
back to Elrond.  "I worry he has grown tired of me."

Elrond smiled sadly.  "I am sorry, meldir.  Have you spoken with him?"

Glorfindel shook his head.

"I would suggest you do so before jumping to conclusions.  He is your
lover, and he deserves to have his say if you feel he is withholding
from you."

The Elda nodded, his eyes on the floor.  "I will speak with him after
I deliver the new roster to Lindir."

Elrond nodded.  "If you need anything, Glorfindel, *anything* --
please, feel free to come to me.  The three of us have known one
another long years; I would hate to see a rift form now."

Glorfindel smiled.  "I will, Elrond.  Thank you for your concern."

The Lord of Imladris nodded and gave a gentle squeeze to Glorfindel's
shoulder.  "I will see you both at the evening meal."

Glorfindel nodded and watched Elrond leave his office.  He knew he had
to speak with Erestor, that he could put the conversation off no
longer.  However, it didn't mean he had to look forward to the
occasion.  He sighed and retrieved the roster, hurrying to the
barracks to give his Captain the new duty roster.

TBC...

English/Elvish:
Maer aur : Good morning
Melethron : Lover (masc)
Melethen : My love
Pen-velui : Lovely one
Leitho nin : Release me
Maer : Good
Tolo : Come
Melin chen : I love you
Meleth : Love

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter Two : Understand Me

---

Imladris, Third Age 2032

Erestor filed away the last of the day's work and stretched, letting
out a deep sigh.  It had been a productive day and the work left over
could easily be handled the next day.  He wanted to return to his
chambers as soon as he could and wait for his lover.

His mouth curved into a wistful smile.  No other Elf had ever captured
Erestor's heart as Glorfindel had.  For many, many years, Erestor had
watched the golden Lord, teased him about his frivolous ways, and took
in stride the cheeky comments Glorfindel sent his way.  He still
didn't know how they had ended up courting one another; but within a
few years, Erestor had asked Glorfindel to move into his rooms. 
Elrond had been surprised when Erestor had informed the Elf-lord that
Glorfindel's suites were now available, but his friend had kept his
comments to himself.

Ten years later, and Erestor was still as happy as he had been when
they first began their relationship.  He finished straightening his
desk and took one last look about.  Everything was set for the next
day and Erestor was free to return to his quarters.  He was walking
out the door when Elrond chose to walk in.

"Erestor!"  Elrond caught the Councilor's upper arm and smiled.  "I
wish to have a word with you; do you have time?"

Erestor shoved his annoyance aside.  "I was heading to my chambers to
await Glorfindel, my Lord."

Elrond pulled Erestor back into the office, shutting the door firmly
behind them.  "Do not worry over Glorfindel.  He had some work to do
in the barracks today and should arrive just in time for the evening
meal."

The Noldo sighed and took a seat near the large windows in his office,
motioning for Elrond to join him.  "I am assuming this is not official
Imladris business, is it, meldir?"  He smiled knowingly at his friend
and crossed his legs.

The Peredhel sat down, crossing his own legs and folding his hands in
his lap.  "How astute of you."

"Then what is it you want to discuss?"

Elrond took a deep breath and looked out over the valley. 
"Glorfindel."

Erestor's smile disappeared and his eyes became cold.  "What about
him?"

The dark grey eyes of his long-time friend turned to him and Erestor
felt his heart speed.  Elrond had always elicited such a response from
him.  "Does he know, Erestor?"

Elrond's tone of voice left no room for Erestor to argue.  He slipped
into an age-old routine, one Elrond had personally ingrained in him. 
"No, sir," was the quiet, respectful response.

"Erestor, we are not in that room.  I am no master of you.  I am your
friend.  Do not confuse the two.  It has been many years, meldir; one
would think you would know the difference by now."  Elrond smirked at
him and Erestor's eyes flashed.

"I did not know respect was something I should no longer offer you."

The Half-Elf shook his head.  "Respect is one thing, but your tone was
as if you knelt before me and I had asked you if you had touched
yourself while I was away."

Erestor felt his face flush at the memory of that exact scenario from
centuries past.  "Thank you for reminding me, Elrond."

Elrond smiled.  "Why have you not told him?"

"Do you honestly believe that it would make any difference in our
relationship?"  Erestor kept his eyes trained on something out the
window, refusing to meet his Lord's gaze.

"I think it could make a great deal of difference."

Erestor sighed and cast his eyes to the floor.  "And *that* is why I
have not told him."

*****

Glorfindel walked from his Captain's office and headed back toward the
main house.  He looked up into the afternoon sky and gauged it to be a
few hours still before the evening meal.  The Seneschal decided to
make his way to his rooms, to surprise his lover when he returned; but
as he passed by one of the many fountains in Imladris, he heard a
familiar voice.

"I do not understand why he avoids me!" sighed Haldir.

Glorfindel slowed his pace, listening to the private conversation on
the other side of the dense hedge.

"He cannot very well seek you out, meldir."  That was Lindir.  Who
were they speaking of?

"Why?"

Lindir chuckled at Haldir's annoyed, desperate tone.  "Lord Erestor is
now Lord Glorfindel's."

A shocked intake of breath from Haldir caused Glorfindel to stop
entirely.

"The mighty Balrog-slayer submits to Erestor's will?" Haldir quipped
in disbelief.

Glorfindel's brow furrowed.  Submit?

"Why not, Haldir?" Lindir asked.  "I think the golden Lord would do
anything for Erestor."

Haldir snorted.  "I cannot see him in any of the positions you or I
have been in, Lindir."

"And what positions would those be?" Lindir challenged.

Glorfindel's heart was racing.

"Oh, come now, Lindir, do not act so innocent.  You and I know
differently."  Haldir's voice had dropped seductively.  "Tell me, am I
the only one he has bent over that table in his rooms?"  Glorfindel
heard Lindir's sharp intake of breath.  "I see I am not, dear Lindir. 
Did he use his crop or the whip upon you?"

The Seneschal's eyes widened.  They could not be serious!

"Both."  They were serious.

Haldir sighed.  "I miss the games, the release he offered after
such... exquisite pain."

"I had not known how intense and wonderful it could be.  Lord
Glorfindel had interrupted us the first night he dominated me.  I
could not sit the entire day and I could swear everyone knew what I
had permitted Erestor to do... that I craved the next session he would
invite me to."  Lindir sounded wistful and Glorfindel's eyes stung.

He didn't seem to know his lover as well as he thought.  Below the
soft caresses, the loving words and tender moments lay a violent
beast, it seemed.

"You do not believe Glorfindel submits to him in such a way?" Haldir
now asked.

"Nay.  There is something in his eyes when he looks at Erestor that
says otherwise."  Lindir stood, and Glorfindel swallowed hard.  "Do
you think perhaps Erestor submits to him?"

Haldir let out a loud, harsh laugh.  "I have never known Erestor to
submit to anyone.  I do not think it is in his nature.  He could no
more submit to Glorfindel than I could become a hawk!"

Their voices faded as they left the small courtyard, but Glorfindel's
heart still beat its fast, panicked rhythm.  He turned his eyes back
to the main house and took a deep breath.  It seemed it was time to
finally learn what it was that Erestor had been hiding from him for
over a decade, what he had been holding back from his lover.

And why.

*****

Erestor undressed as he watched his lover warily.  Glorfindel had been
silent since he had returned to the house that afternoon.  He had
barely spoken during the evening meal, had hardly touched the food on
his plate.  Glorfindel also avoided Erestor's touch, his gaze. 
Erestor pulled on his sleeping robe and began to plait his hair in one
long rope.  His lover was slipping into sleeping trousers and a long
nightshirt, which was odd.  Glorfindel usually slept nude at Erestor's
side.

"Is something the matter, melethen?  You are awfully quiet, even
distracted."  Erestor pulled back the sheet and coverlet, sitting
slowly on the soft mattress.

Glorfindel lay on the bed with his back facing Erestor.  "Nothing is
the matter.  I was just thinking."

Erestor's brow furrowed, and he turned, putting his hand on his
lover's back.  It was not like Glorfindel to be so curt.  "Thinking of
what?"  When Glorfindel did not answer, Erestor sighed in frustration. 
"Come now, meleth, I would know what it is that troubles you!" he said
in a voice harsher than he'd intended.

The Elda turned just enough to bring his smoldering gaze level with
Erestor's.  "Or you'll use the crop on me?" he said acidly.

The Noldo flinched as though burned.  "I would *never* harm you!"

"Tell me, then, what offense could Lindir have committed that set you
upon him thus?  Or Haldir, perhaps?"

Erestor could not believe what he was hearing.  What in Arda had come
over Glorfindel?  "Lindir?  Haldir?  Have they told you that I harmed
them?"

"They might as well have!  They were comparing their 'battle wounds'
-- sharing stories of beatings inflicted by you!"

'Oh, Elrond,' thought Erestor.  'How right you were.  And how blind
was I not to have foreseen this.'  He sighed heavily, a sound of
resignation and regret.  "This is not something you should have first
heard from others."

Glorfindel leapt up from the bed, turning to stare down at Erestor,
his eyes reflecting hurt and anger.  "Certainly not!  But, then again,
it does not seem as though you ever intended to tell me yourself."

Erestor stood from the bed as well and held out his hands in a sign of
surrender.  "I know and I do apologize, melethen," he said softly.  "I
would like to talk to you about this, but I think it should be outside
of our bed."  At the uncertain look Glorfindel gave him, Erestor
chuckled.  "It is a very long story."

He motioned for Glorfindel to join him at the small dining table they
shared in their suite.  Erestor poured them both goblets of deep red
wine and sat in the chair, sipping delicately and regarding his lover
with a curious eye.  This was not how Erestor would have chosen to
have this discussion, for Glorfindel was already suspicious of his
behavior.  Erestor sighed and put his glass down, leaning back in his
chair and crossing his legs.

"Let me begin by saying that I have never raised crop, cane or whip to
anyone who had not fully understood and completely consented to such
an act."

Glorfindel's eyes were wide as saucers.  "Who, Erestor, would ask to
be beaten by another?"

Erestor chuckled.  "You might be surprised, pen-velui."  He took a
deep breath before continuing.  "Submission can be a very liberating
feeling, and there are those who crave that sensation.  Just as there
are those like myself who crave creating that sensation."

"How can you say that submission is liberating?"

Erestor's eyes became hooded and he smiled gently at his lover.  "It
frees you from having to make decisions, from having to be in control;
it releases you from responsibly and consequence.  However, I ensure
that my partners are not stripped of every vestige of control.  They
have but to say a word, and I agree to stop anything I am doing."

"But does that not mean that *they* are in control and not you?  If,
as you say, they have the final word."

"I wish there were an easy answer to your question; a simple way to
explain it to you.  As long as I have been involved in this lifestyle,
though, I have never found the words.  All I can really say is that
just because they are entrusted with a way to cease all play, that
does not mean they have any control over what that play entails."

Glorfindel scoffed.  "You call it 'play'?"

Erestor sipped his wine thoughtfully.  "Aye, I do.  Just as I refer to
my submissive as 'partners' and not 'lovers', I refer to the act as
'play' not 'lovemaking'.  For there is a distinct difference."

"Are you saying you never take them to your bed?  Lindir and Haldir
have never been with you intimately?" Glorfindel asked disbelievingly.

Erestor smiled once again.  "That is exactly what I am saying.  Other
than you, my dear Glorfindel, I have taken only two others into my
bed.  In three long Ages, only three know me thusly."

Glorfindel shook his head and crossed his arms.  "I do not understand. 
Lindir seemed to speak of the time he spent with you as sexual.  Does
this mean he was one of the two previous lovers you had?"

"No, and neither was Haldir.  While the experience can be pleasurable
and, yes, even sexual, there was no penetration, no act of
copulation."  Erestor knew he was being incredibly dispassionate about
the topic, something that had dominated his personal life for more
centuries than he could count, but Glorfindel needed logic, not
passion.

"Then what is the point if not physical gratification?"

Erestor shook his head, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. 
"I did not say there was no physical gratification.  To some, the
sting of the crop is most gratifying."

Glorfindel's eyes were full of confusion.  "But, does it not hurt?"

"Naturally.  That is, of course, the intent.  However, there is a
difference between hurting and harming.  I have never intentionally
harmed anyone.  Hurting, though, is a different matter.  The pain that
I inflict on my partners is very close to pleasure for them because
they are greatly aroused.  It is simply another form of strong feeling
that they experience as pleasurable."

"And what is it you receive from inflicting these punishments?"

He closed his eyes briefly, calling to mind the face of Lindir,
remembering the sounds the writhing body of the minstrel would make
with each fall of the cane.  When he opened his dark eyes, they were
dilated with lust.  "You are asking if I become aroused?  Aye."

Glorfindel paled visibly.  "How?" he asked in a low voice.

"You remember when I told you how much I enjoy the sounds you make
during our lovemaking?"  Glorfindel nodded.  "A moan of pleasure,
meleth, is not so different from a groan of pain.  There are few
sights more beautiful than a body stretched out beneath me, trembling
with pleasure and lust.  To know that I have brought such feelings out
in them brings me great joy and ignites my own passions."

"What you just described, Erestor, is what you and I do nightly.  I do
not see the difference."

Erestor smiled at the bright, open eyes of his companion.  How he
loved the Elda.  "Exactly.  Whether it is through tenderness as when
we come together or with any of a dozen tools wielded with a heavy
hand as with those such as Lindir, the emotion shared is the same."

Glorfindel sighed.  "Why did you never speak of this before now?  Why
did I have to come to you?"

He looked away from the imploring gaze over to their rumpled bed. 
Erestor drained the rest of his wine.  "It did not seem important to
speak of.  Such play was not what I sought from you.  I fell in love
with you and I desired a relationship with an equal, not an Elf I
could subjugate.  You wooed, we courted and now we love.  I did not
want you to simply submit to me."

"It is still something you should have shared with me, Erestor,"
Glorfindel chided him.

Erestor cleared his throat, refusing to look his lover in the eye. 
"Do you love me any less now that you know?"  It was a rare thing for
him to show such vulnerability, but he loved the golden Lord more than
he had ever thought he might.  The possibility of losing him over what
had occurred in his past frightened Erestor.

He heard Glorfindel gasp.  "Of course not!  I only mean that I should
have been offered the choice.  I should have been allowed to decide
for myself if such activities would be included in our bedroom."

Erestor's mouth opened, but no sound would come forth.  He blinked
once and tried again.  "Are you saying... you are interested in such a
thing?"  This was more than he had ever dared hope for.  He would have
been happy to love Glorfindel until the end of Arda, but to be offered
the ability to indulge in this type of play with one he held dear...

Glorfindel was silent for a moment.  "I love you, pen-hael, and I wish
to understand this aspect of your life.  I think the only way I will
do that is by taking part in it."  Glorfindel held Erestor's gaze
levelly and added in a quick rush, "That is, if you so desire it."

"If you truly want to experience this, then there are some things you
need to know before we even begin the most basic lesson."  Erestor
stood and refilled his goblet.

"First and foremost, you must trust me.  I will not promise to be
gentle, and I will not promise not to push your limits.  But, I do
promise that I will never harm you and will stop if you tell me to.  I
am a different person, Glorfindel, during a session.  Harsher and more
demanding of respect."  Erestor walked over to Glorfindel and looked
down into the warm, sapphire eyes.  "There will be rules that you must
follow, and there will be consequences should you not.  Do you
understand this?" he asked softly, cupping Glorfindel's cheek with his
hand.

"I understand," was Glorfindel's breathless reply.

"And do you still desire to pursue this?"  Erestor would give his love
every opportunity to withdraw his consent to such treatment.

Glorfindel swallowed, his eyes never leaving Erestor's dark gaze. 
"Aye."

Erestor swooped down and took Glorfindel's mouth with his own,
thrusting his tongue into the sweet warmth that opened to him
immediately.  When he pulled back, Glorfindel's eyes were indigo and
his cheeks were flushed with passion.  Erestor licked his lips,
savoring the taste of his lover, before smirking down at the Elda. 
"Then, melethron, tomorrow night, we shall begin your lesson." 
Erestor leaned in, running his tongue the length of Glorfindel's ear. 
He whispered hotly to his lover, "Tonight, though, I intend to have
you writhing beneath me with only my touch."

TBC...

English/Elvish:
Melethen : My love
Meleth : Love
Pen-velui : Lovely one
Pen-hael : Wise one

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter Three : Whatever You Ask For

---

Imladris, Third Age 2032

Glorfindel sat at his desk, rereading the slip of paper in front of
him for the fifth time.  He'd spent most of the morning feeling a mix
of anticipation and nervous dread at the thought of what the night
would bring.  Then, just after lunch, a page delivered a note from
Erestor, the same note he was now reading for the sixth time.

'Melethen,' it read.  'We shall begin your lesson as soon as you walk
into our chambers tonight.  Be prepared.'  The brief letter was signed
with Erestor's personal seal.

Needless to say, the note enhanced both feelings currently swirling
within him.  Be prepared?  How was one to prepare for...  What exactly
was he preparing for, anyway?

Glorfindel could not concentrate for the rest of the afternoon, and
decided to retreat to the dining hall early to take his evening meal. 
Strangely, though, his lover did not come to take his meal as he
usually did, and Glorfindel found himself even more preoccupied.

"Lord Glorfindel?"  He turned to the speaker, his eyes slightly
unfocused.

"Yes, Elladan?" he asked distractedly.

Elrohir answered him.  "Where is Lord Erestor?"

Glorfindel's eyes widened slightly.  "Erestor?" he echoed weakly.

"Aye," Elladan said.  "Have you two fought?"

He shook his head.  "Nay, Erestor is in our chambers preparing..." he
trailed off, not sure how to complete his statement.  Luckily, Elrond
came to his rescue.

"That sounds like Erestor," the Imladrian Lord mused.  "Never one to
let food come between him and his work.  I will have one of the
servants set a tray of bread and cheese outside his door."  Elrond
sipped his wine, his storm-colored eyes holding Glorfindel's sapphire
blue ones.

Glorfindel's breath hitched in his throat and he looked away from the
wise gaze.  He'd said, "outside his door," as if he knew what would be
going on inside.  No, there was no way that Elrond would know what he
and Erestor had planned for the evening, especially when Glorfindel
did not know.  "You are most kind, my Lord," he mumbled, pushing his
plate away from him and signaling to the wait-staff he was done.

The Elda took a deep breath and offered his dear friend a smile.  He
stood and bid his Lord goodnight, walking slowly to his chambers. 
Glorfindel knew he had put off the inevitable as long as he could,
and, with a knot twisting his stomach, he navigated the halls until he
stood outside his door.

He took a tentative step inside.  The room was lit by a myriad of
candles placed around the perimeter.  The constant flickering threw
dancing shadows against the wall, adding to the mysterious feel. 
Erestor was nowhere in the room, though, and Glorfindel hesitantly
ventured another step forward.

"Stop!"  The voice boomed out of the shadows.  Glorfindel froze.  For
a moment, nothing stirred.  Then, a movement from his left drew the
Elf's attention.  An ornate tapestry, which had hung on that wall for
as long as Erestor had inhabited this room, began to move aside,
seemingly of its own accord.  Then the candles flickered again, and
Glorfindel saw Erestor emerging from behind the fabric.  He could
discern a soft sound, like the click of a door being closed, before
the tapestry fell back into place.

Erestor stepped fully into the large room, and Glorfindel could only
stare at this new side of his lover.  The Noldo was shirtless, clad
only in simple black leggings made of a silken material that shimmered
in the play of the candlelight.  His raven hair was twisted and bound
into a single thick braid reaching down his bare back, a stark
contrast to his pale skin.  His eyes held a severity that Glorfindel
had seen only once before -- on that night nearly fifteen years ago
when he had apparently interrupted this same sort of evening between
Erestor and Lindir.

Glorfindel remained motionless as Erestor walked slowly around him,
looking him up and down, as though appraising his worth.  When the
dark Elf stood once again before Glorfindel, his expression softened
almost imperceptibly for a moment, then returned to its harsh stare.

"From now until the time I release you," Erestor began without
preamble, his voice a cutting baritone that caused Glorfindel's heart
to race, "and any other time you come before me thus, you will address
me only as 'Sir' and speak only when spoken to.  Failure to show me
this respect will be punished.  Without my leave, no word shall fall
from your lips *save one*.  That is the word *kelu*.  If you speak
this word during a session, all actions will cease immediately and for
the remainder of that evening.  Do not, I caution you, use this word
idly, often, or without good cause.  Do you understand?"

Glorfindel swallowed.  "Yes."  Erestor's eyes narrowed, and Glorfindel
hastily added, "Sir."

Erestor's lips twisted into a suggestion of a smile, and he paced back
and forth in front of Glorfindel as he continued speaking.  "Good. 
Furthermore, you will not look me directly in the eye unless directed
to do so.  You will focus your gaze straight ahead at all times unless
told otherwise.  Do you understand?"

He was reminded of the many times he had interrupted a lesson the
Councilor would be giving the twins; he was sure this wouldn't be much
different other than the subject matter.  "Yes, Sir," Glorfindel
replied without hesitation, struggling to keep his eyes forward and
not focused on Erestor's movements.

"Good."  Erestor stepped behind Glorfindel, and the Elda fought the
urge to turn his head.  He felt Erestor's cool hands on his head,
smoothing out his hair before swiftly arranging it into a single plait
that was then twisted, looped and pinned so that the blond locks were
off his back.  Erestor's hands reached around his body next and pulled
the thick robes from his shoulders, letting them pool at his feet. 
The deft fingers then loosened the ties at the neck of his undershirt
and the waist of his trousers.

Erestor slid the trousers past his slender hips, and then lifted his
feet one at a time to remove the fabric completely.  Glorfindel had
been undressed by his lover many times over the course of their
relationship, but this time, as cloth fell from his body, he was
unnerved by the clinical efficiency Erestor used.  Erestor lifted his
arms above his head and pulled the undershirt free, discarding it as
he had the rest of his clothing.  Only then did the Noldo move from
behind him.

Automatically, Glorfindel's eyes darted toward Erestor, but he
remembered his lover's rules and quickly returned his gaze forward. 
He felt rather than saw Erestor's eyes upon him, and he suddenly felt
very exposed and embarrassed, a feeling that intensified as he became
gradually aware of his arousal stirring between his legs.

"Put your arms by your side," Erestor was saying, and Glorfindel
snapped back from his introspection to obey.  He was then ordered to
move his hands behind his back, palms out, fingers laced.  He complied
without comment, though he could not help but blush as he realized the
way that position thrust his hips forward and accentuated his
now-erect member.

"This is Position Zero.  Take careful note of the position of your
body.  If ever I call out 'Position Zero', you will immediately move
into this exact posture."  Erestor moved as he spoke, once again out
of Glorfindel's field of vision.  When he returned, he carried a
length of pale, golden leather in his hand.  He held it by both ends,
displaying it for Glorfindel.  Its purpose was still a mystery, but it
was clearly a restraint of some sort.  A mithril buckle was attached
to one end; the other had a series of notches.  Directly in the
middle, a single sapphire jewel, the same shade as his eyes, was
prominently displayed.

Erestor stood directly in front of Glorfindel.  "This is your collar. 
It is a mark of submission, and you will wear it for the duration of a
session.  You will not remove it under any circumstances.  The session
ends only when I remove it."  He wrapped the collar around
Glorfindel's neck, positioning the jewel at the hollow of Glorfindel's
throat, and fastening the buckle at the back of his neck.

Glorfindel listened as Erestor instructed him to move to what he
called 'Position One.'  This was similar to Position Zero, except that
Glorfindel's palms were now flat against the back of his neck with his
fingers laced together.  His held his elbows up, pointed out and
aligned with his shoulders.  He felt his chest pushed out and the
muscles in his back, buttocks, and thighs tense in the new posture.

Erestor nodded approvingly.  "This is the position you will adopt if
you are not told any other position.  Furthermore, this is how you
will always appear before me during a session: naked and collared,
your hair fastened up, and standing in Position One.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Glorfindel replied, surprised at how easy the respectful
title spilled from his lips given his current posture and nudity.

"Are you certain?  This is the one and only time that I will give
these initial instructions, so if you have any questions, ask them now
because you will not have the opportunity again."

Glorfindel paused, thinking seriously.  There was nothing difficult or
complicated in these rules, and certainly nothing more restrictive
than those in his training regiment when he first became a warrior. 
In fact, the memory of that experience gave him new resolve, and he
stood in Position One even straighter as he responded.  "I am certain,
Sir."

"Excellent," Erestor replied, and this time, the smile was evident on
his face.  "Now, approach the bed.  Stop two flagstones from the
edge."  He complied immediately, his hands never leaving their
position, as he lined the tips of his toes with the grout line of the
flagstone floor.  "Extend your arms toward the posters of the bed." 
Glorfindel unlaced his fingers and reached for the thick, tall wooden
columns of the bed, but he was too far away to actually grasp them.

He trained his eyes on a spot on the far wall, refusing to move his
gaze from it when Erestor came into his peripheral vision.  "Lean
forward, and remain with your feet flat upon the floor."  Glorfindel
balanced himself, feeling utterly exposed in such a position.  His
feet were shoulder-length apart to offer him some stability in the
posture, but this left his buttocks even more prominently displayed. 
He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt fabric being wrapped
around his left wrist.  He could not stop himself; his eyes jumped to
the side.  Erestor was tying something around his wrist.  Glorfindel
recognized it as the sleeve of his own undershirt.  Hoping silently
that Erestor hadn't noticed his change in focus, he watched his lover
tie the other sleeve to the bedpost.  Glorfindel gave an experimental
tug, and found that he was unable to shift or bend his arm.

His right hand was bound in the same way using his leggings. 
Restrained as he was, Glorfindel realized that he was helpless in the
face of whatever activity Erestor had planned for him.  He was bared
and vulnerable before his lover.  Glorfindel could sense when Erestor
had taken up a position behind him and jumped slightly when his gentle
hands began to stroke his extended arms and along his spine. 
Glorfindel trembled under the tender strokes, his arousal throbbing
with his heartbeat and his body relaxing slightly into the touch.

Suddenly, Erestor's open hand struck one cheek of his buttocks,
sending a sharp sting of pain radiating from the contact.  "That is
for looking without permission," he said softly, his voice firm in its
chastisement.  Glorfindel felt his face flush with shame, but his eyes
closed slightly and he fought not to moan when that same hand lovingly
squeezed and stroked the sensitive flesh that had just been hit.  "And
that is for being so beautiful," was the praise heatedly spoken
against the shell of his ear.

Erestor slapped the other side of his buttocks, causing Glorfindel to
rock forward slightly.  "And that is because I can."  Another
open-handed blow was given to the already stinging flesh and
Glorfindel wondered if he could truly do this.  One slap turned into
four, then into eight.  Glorfindel's steady breathing had quickly
become irregular gasps the longer Erestor tortured his backside.  His
position prevented him from flinching from the impact of Erestor's
hand and the sharp sting had quickly become a steady throb. 
Glorfindel began to wonder how it was Erestor's hand did not ache with
the steady, rhythmic punishment he rained down on Glorfindel's sore
buttocks.

The onslaught continued beyond Glorfindel's ability to keep count, his
harsh breaths becoming moans and then voiced cries of pain.  And then,
just as suddenly, Erestor stopped.  Glorfindel's ears rang in the
sudden silence.  A bead of cool sweat slid down his back, already
covered in a fine sheen of moisture.  His legs trembled from exertion
and trepidation.  Glorfindel involuntarily cringed when Erestor's hand
came to rest on his raw backside, gently stroking the burning skin.

Erestor finally spoke then, and Glorfindel thought he would sob with
the pride he felt at the praise his lover bestowed him.  "You are
doing so well," the Advisor crooned.  Erestor's touch disappeared and
Glorfindel hung his head, his muscles screaming at him for relief.  He
was also surprised his desire had not fled in the face of the physical
pain he had endured.  If anything else, his need for release was more
acute.  Erestor's hand did not return and Glorfindel used the time he
was offered to catch his breath and push aside the pain he felt.  He
heard movement at the far side of the room, but he kept his eyes
closed and head hung, not wishing to disobey Erestor again.

He shivered when Erestor's fingers unexpectedly danced over his chest,
his hand stroking from the collar at the base of his throat to his
navel.  The soft, silken material of Erestor's trousers was cool
against his enflamed backside, and he groaned to feel the hard shaft
of his lover's erection press into the cleft.  His own length was
coated with the clear, sticky fluid that had been steadily dripping
from the small slit at the head of his arousal.  Glorfindel moaned as
Erestor rubbed himself against his buttocks, the trouser material
sending delicious tendrils of pleasure right to his groin.  He slowly
relaxed into the gentleness Erestor offered, a sense of satisfaction
radiating in him that he was bringing Erestor such pleasure by simply
submitting to him.

A resounding thwack rang through the air and Glorfindel yelped. 
Erestor had hit him with some kind of implement; it was no longer his
hand he used.  He tightened his hold on the garments used to bind him
and clenched his jaw shut against letting any further cries escape his
lips.  Erestor struck again, only this time, he also reached around
Glorfindel's body and wrapped his fingers around Glorfindel's length. 
He could not help the hiss of pleasure this action elicited, he felt
himself attempt to thrust into the fist pleasuring him.  His position,
though, did not permit such action.

Erestor hit him once more and Glorfindel trembled in his conflicted
need.  With each blow, he was pushed forward into Erestor's tight,
slick hand.  His lover's breath ghosted over his ear, and Glorfindel
was surprised to hear no fatigue or shortness of breath in the voice
that spoke in a low, steady tone.  "Do you like this, Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel's eyes shot open and he turned his head to look at Erestor
with puzzlement in his eyes.  He was rewarded with a particularly hard
smack.  "Eyes forward," came the sharp command.  He returned his eyes
to the spot he had chosen when he had first been restrained.  Another
hit, another thrust into that hand, another clash of pain and
pleasure.  What was Erestor doing to him?

His lover's lips brushed against Glorfindel's cheek.  "Do you like
this?" he asked again, building a steady rhythm with whatever he was
using to strike him.  Glorfindel instinctively knew the torment would
not end until he either admitted he enjoyed what Erestor was doing to
him or used the safe word.  He was certain he would not be able to sit
on the morrow; he could feel the bruising of his backside already. 
But, to admit that he, the famed slayer of a Balrog, enjoyed being
beaten, that he could feel his release building within him with every
blow landed on his sore and abused buttocks...  He felt his face color
with humiliation as he saw himself in his mind's eyes.

Hair pinned sloppily, nude and bound to the bed he shared with his
tormentor, bent over and willingly accepting blow after blow, reveling
in the hand that worked his shaft, brought him closer and closer to
his pinnacle.  He was ashamed of his weakness in that moment, in the
easy mastery Erestor held over his body and its needs.  "Do you want
me to stop?"  Yes, he did.

Didn't he?  One word.  One word would stop everything.  Smack. 
Thrust.  Glorfindel shuddered with his desire, fighting within himself
to either give himself completely to his lover or end the play
forever.  "I can tell you like this, Glorfindel."  Erestor squeezed
his length briefly and then released him, cupping the tight sac
beneath his arousal.  "I want to hear you tell me you like it.  Tell
me, Glorfindel."  His lover's voice was so low, a purr in his ear, and
Glorfindel felt tears of frustration spring to his eyes.

When the tears finally fell, his buttocks were ablaze with pain.  He
tried to squirm and move away from each blow given to him.  "You can
say it, Glorfindel.  There is only you and me in this room."  Smack,
stroke, a ghost of a kiss to his cheek.  "I give you permission to
like it."  Erestor continued with his painful onslaught and Glorfindel
continued to fight his internal battle.  "Do you like it?"  Erestor's
tone had become more stern and demanding and Glorfindel felt himself
forming the word that would be the end of it.

"Yes!" he gasped, the flush of shame still on his cheek, the tears
still tracing down the red flesh.  He had admitted it.  Yes, he liked
it.  He liked how he could withstand each blow, how Erestor's pleasure
fed his own, he enjoyed pleasing his lover and, in turn, was pleased
himself.  Yes, by the Valar, he liked it!

Upon the admission, each strike Erestor made carried more force and
his hand moved in earnest upon his length.  "Come for me, Glorfindel,"
he said in hushed tones.  "Let go of it all and come for me."

And he did.  With a great cry, he spilled himself over Erestor's hand,
only vaguely registering the cessation of the beating.  He trembled
and sobbed within his bonds, resting his head against the pale, bare
shoulder offered to him.  Erestor stroked his cheek, murmuring words
of praise to the exhausted Elda.  Glorfindel hung limply from his
bonds, the rush of ecstasy still coursing through him.

Gentle fingers reached behind him, unclasping the mithril buckle and
removing the soft leather collar.  Glorfindel immediately noticed the
absence of the band, and though he wanted to look into Erestor's face,
he could not bring himself to open his eyes to do so.  His shame was
still there; his enjoyment in being dominated still reflected in his
eyes.  He could not face Erestor just yet.

His arm fell to his side when Erestor freed it, sore and slightly
numb.  He had to lean heavily upon his lover, having lost all strength
following his orgasm.  Erestor unbound his other arm and all but
carried Glorfindel into their bathing chamber.  A bath, the water
tepid and laced with some sort of herb Glorfindel could not place,
awaited them.  Erestor stripped himself of his trousers a bit
awkwardly, not releasing Glorfindel from his arms.  Glorfindel watched
Erestor enter the water, and then he pulled Glorfindel in with him,
holding him against his chest so his throbbing backside did not rest
on the bottom of the basin.

The lukewarm water soothed the sting of his buttocks, and whatever
Erestor had added to the pool slightly numbed the pain.  Erestor
brought his feet together, creating a hollow seat of sorts out of his
legs, which Glorfindel could sit on without additional discomfort and
his lover could attend to him.  Glorfindel closed his eyes when
Erestor unpinned his hair, sighing softly as his locks were combed out
before they were wetted and washed.

Glorfindel's whole body ached.  His muscles were stiff and sore, his
arms were tingling as feeling returned to them, and his head ached
from the strain and tears.  He felt as if he had been through not only
an emotional battle, but also one of the most intense physical battles
he had ever partaken of.  Glorfindel's mind was a jumble of
conflicting emotions and thoughts; he was not sure what exactly had
just transpired, and he was even less sure of what it meant for his
relationship with Erestor.  He moaned softly when Erestor massaged his
shoulders, neck and back while washing him with the soap oil.

The Elda heard Erestor clear his throat and he waited patiently for
his lover to say something.  "How do you feel, melethen?" was the
gentle question, the loving tone returning to Erestor's voice.

Glorfindel's eyes remained trained on his clasped hands floating just
beneath the cloudy water, his head bowed.  How *did* he feel?  He felt
sore, he felt drained, he felt accomplished.  He searched for the
shame and the guilt he'd felt only a few minutes before, and found
them seeping away with the aches and tension.  He enjoyed himself;
Erestor enjoyed himself.  Nothing seemed to have changed between them,
so what had been the harm?

"I feel... good," he said quietly.

Glorfindel felt Erestor rest his chin on his shoulder.  "It pleases me
to hear that, meleth."  A gentle kiss was placed on his neck and
Glorfindel sighed, a smile spreading on his lips.  "Melin chen,
Glorfindel."

"Melin chen, pen-dhínen."  They sat in silence, the water continuing
to cool about them.  When Erestor shifted beneath him, Glorfindel felt
the Councilor's still hard member pressing against him.  "Melethen?"
he asked.  "Why have you not had your pleasure?"

Erestor chuckled and Glorfindel trembled slightly as the tip of his
ear was nipped playfully.  "I have had my pleasure.  Seeing you,
writhing beneath my hand, moaning with every smack, and how
beautifully you reached your release...  Oh, I have most definitely
had my pleasure pen-vain."

Glorfindel's face was turned gently by Erestor's hand, and the Advisor
took his mouth in a deep, heated kiss.  When they broke the kiss, he
held Erestor's gaze.  His lover's face was flushed and there was a
sweet, content smile gracing his wet lips.  Erestor's eyes were what
Glorfindel focused on.  They were still dark as midnight, framed with
soot lashes, but there was an openness to them that had not existed
before.  This was who Erestor truly was.

"Come, melethen," Erestor said, moving Glorfindel from his lap.  "I am
sure you are more than ready to retire."

Erestor stepped from the tub, but Glorfindel still needed his lover's
assistance.  His muscles, though not as sore as when he had first
entered the bath, were still weak with fatigue and overexertion.  His
backside still blazed with pain and he hissed as he Erestor dried him. 
His lover caressed the bruised and raw flesh with his lips and tongue,
once again sending the contrasting sensation of painful pleasure.

He was led to the bed and Erestor turned down the coverlet.  "Lay on
your stomach," the Noldo murmured.  Glorfindel slowly complied,
exhaustion slowly forcing him toward reverie.  He flinched a little
when slick, cool fingers began to stroke the abused flesh.  "This will
soothe the skin, numb the pain.  You should be able to walk tomorrow,
but I would avoid sitting on a non-padded surface.  Do you have patrol
in the morning?"

Glorfindel moaned softly as the substance was smoothed into his
buttocks.  It was cooling and the massage he was receiving was
loosening the tension remaining in his backside and thighs.  "Nay.  I
have no pressing matters to attend tomorrow," he mumbled sleepily.

Erestor leaned over and planted a soft, chaste kiss on his cheek. 
Glorfindel felt himself slipping into dreams and only half-realized
when Erestor covered him with a light sheet and crawled into the bed
beside him.  "Sleep now, pen-vain," Erestor whispered near his ear.

Without thought, before reverie fully claimed him, Glorfindel uttered
two words.  "Yes, sir."

Elvish/English:
Melethen: My love
Meleth: Love
Melin chen: I love you
Pen-dhínen : Silent one
Pen-vain : Beautiful one

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter Four : A Kiss and a Smile
Beta: Alex

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Imladris, Third Age 2032

Erestor walked into Elrond's office, a faint smile on his lips.  That
smile broadened when Elrond looked up from the stack of papers on the
desk.  He sat down gracefully, crossing his legs and folding his hands
in his lap.  "Maer aur, Hîren."

"Maer aur, Erestor," Elrond replied, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. 
"What have you done that brings you here so early... and with such an
expression upon your face?  And where is Glorfindel?  He has yet to
appear this morning."

He chuckled.  "Glorfindel has chosen to spend the day resting.  He
seems to have had a rough night."

Elrond raised an eyebrow expectantly and sipped his tea.

"He found out," he said simply.

"Found out?"  Elrond's gaze darkened in concern.  "How?"

Erestor waved his hand, dismissing the alarm he saw in his friend's
face.  "He overheard Haldir and Lindir two days past, in one of the
gardens.  He mistook their words about the activities I used to engage
in with them as abuse and promiscuity."

Elrond put his teacup down.  "Was he very angry?"

"He was more confused than angry.  But, I spoke with him at length
about that aspect of my life, and he has accepted it."  Erestor
grinned at Elrond.

Erestor watched his Lord's eyes cloud in confusion and then
realization dawned upon the ageless face.  "And he had a rough night
because...?"  Elrond leaned forward with wide-eyes.

"Because I bruised his backside with a hairbrush."

Elrond's mouth worked for a moment, but no sound would come forth. 
Finally, after taking another sip of his tea, he was able to get his
thoughts out.  "You didn't."

He looked at Elrond through veiled eyes, a self-satisfied smirk on his
lips.  "Well, at first I used my hand, but I felt he could handle a
hairbrush."

The Imladris Lord relaxed into his chair, chuckling.  "Hmm.  That
sounds awfully familiar, Erestor."

Erestor inclined his head.  "I did learn from the best."

"Was that all you did?  You simply smacked him around?"

"Nay!"  Erestor furrowed his brow.  "I started him the same way you
started me: naked, posed and collared."

"Where did you find a collar for him so soon, meldir?" Elrond asked in
astonishment.

Erestor's smile returned, a little sheepish this time.  "I had it made
for him years ago.  I just never knew if I was ever going to speak to
him about it.  I had almost given up on using it when he brought it up
that night."

"So... how did he do?"

"Extremely well, actually," Erestor replied, reaching across the desk
to pick up Elrond's teacup and take a delicate sip of the warm liquid. 
Elrond looked at him askance, but he ignored the Peredhel as he set
the cup back down.  "He did make eye contact a couple of times, but
otherwise I was impressed."

"A couple of times?  You did not brace him after the first
infraction?"

Erestor frowned.  He recalled his first night submitting to Elrond. 
He had been nervous, much the same way as Glorfindel had been.  He'd
been bound not unlike his lover had been, and he'd made the same
mistake; he turned and looked at Elrond.  Elrond barely paused, as
though he'd been expecting the slip.  His master had fitted a large
restraint around his neck that prevented him from turning his head. 
It was a heavy device, and Erestor had employed it on more than one
occasion himself since becoming the master.  "I did not.  It seemed...
unnecessary."

"That does not sound like you, Erestor.  I have never known you to be
lenient during a first training."

"He corrected himself quickly," Erestor replied defensively.  "So much
is new to him that I thought it best to allow him a small measure of
compassion."

"Be careful, melethron vrûn," Elrond said gently.  "I know that you
love Glorfindel very much, but it is not wise to allow such
disobedience to become ingrained."

"Do not fear, Hîren.  I have not forgotten what you taught me, both
beneath your lash and beside it.  What I offered him was but a sample
of my life before meeting him.  I do not know if he will choose to
continue in that manner.  Be assured, though, that if he does, I will
be certain to curb that curiosity of his."

Elrond nodded.  "I trust that you know what is best.  I would not have
allowed so submissive a partner to leave my service if I did not feel
that your potential to lead far surpassed your talent to serve."

"A decision for which my past partners would either praise you or
curse you, if only they knew 'twas you who made it," Erestor retorted
with a wry grin.  He stood, inclining his head slightly in a gesture
of respect.  "Unfortunately, my backside is not bruised, and so I must
to my duties.  Maer aur, Elrond."

"Maer aur," the Elf-lord replied before returning his attention, with
a heavy sigh, to an imposing stack of papers on his desk.

*****

Erestor opened the door, balancing the heavy tray in one hand and a
stack of papers in another.  He looked beyond the main room and into
the bedroom, where he could see Glorfindel still in the bed on his
stomach.  Erestor was sure his lover's backside was still quite
tender.  He smiled to himself as he made his way into the room; he was
happy Glorfindel had agreed to the session, now he just feared the
Elda's reaction.

His smile brightened when Glorfindel looked away from the book he was
reading.  "Good evening, melethen," he said, setting the tray down.

Glorfindel smiled and Erestor's heart warmed at the sight.  "Good
evening, Councilor."

"I brought you your evening meal.  I did not think you would feel like
coming to the main hall to eat."  Erestor waved at the tray and
fidgeted with his papers.  He felt slightly off balance; he didn't
know how to treat this situation.  Erestor had never been so unnerved
after a session as he did now.

He watched Glorfindel struggle slightly to sit up, his motions slow
and deliberate, ignoring the stab of guilt he felt when his lover
winced with pain.  Glorfindel motioned to the papers.  "You brought
work with you?"

Erestor sat on the edge of the bed beside Glorfindel and looked at the
stack of correspondence he held.  "I was behind this day in my work. 
It seems I was... distracted and could not pay enough attention to
what I was doing.  I brought home some of it in order not to be so far
behind in the morning."

His lover nodded and began to pick at the plates of food he had
brought.  Erestor watched Glorfindel eat the cheeses and bread,
leaving the meats and fruits behind.  "Are you not hungry, meleth? 
You usually eat far more than that in one sitting."

"I have little appetite, Erestor," Glorfindel said softly, not looking
at the dark-haired Advisor.

"Glorfindel?  Will you not look at me?"  Erestor's heart squeezed
within his breast.  When the Elda still did not raise his eyes,
Erestor sighed softly.  "I had not wished for you to know that."  He
stared at his hands.  "I did not think you would submit, and if you
did, I was certain I would not find you in our chambers the following
morning.  I was always afraid to share myself with you."  Erestor knew
tears would come if he let them, but he swallowed them.  "We never
have to do that again, pen-vain."

He was so engrossed in his hands that he jumped when Glorfindel's hand
cupped his cheek.  Erestor looked into bottomless sky-blue eyes and
offer a watery smile.  "Melin chen, Glorfindel."

"I do not pretend to understand everything, melethen.  But, I wish
that I did."  Erestor listened to the gentle, even tones of his
lover's voice.  "It was not entirely unpleasant," Glorfindel offered
after a pause.

Erestor thought for a moment before he replied.  "You do know how much
I love you, and that I would be perfectly content for the rest of
eternity with you should we not continue these games?"

Glorfindel's face clouded slightly.  "How could you not do this?  You
cannot tell me that this is not who you are.  I could see it in your
eyes, the lack of uncertainty, the steadiness and confidence.  So many
years you went without this form of release, how could you go back to
what we had?"

"I would do it for you, rawen.  With or without the play, I love you
and am content to simply be your lover.  Always." (my lion)

"Aye, melethen, I know.  And that is why I know I can trust you to see
me through."

Erestor scanned his lover's face for any sign of indecision.  Finding
none, his eyes darkened and his lips twisted into a wry grin.  "Then
am I to understand that you would not object to further training
sessions?"

"I would not object," Glorfindel said simply.

"Then there is something that I need to show you."  Erestor stood up
from the bed and walked to the large tapestry that hung on the side
wall.  It was the same tapestry that he'd come out from behind the
previous evening.  He'd hung it there just before Glorfindel moved
into his room.  He'd told himself at the time that it was in order to
avoid the inevitable questions, but ten years of hindsight revealed
the true reason to be nothing more than fear and a little shame.

"I have cared deeply for all my partners throughout the centuries," he
explained, "but I have only been in love with one other in all that
time.  That relationship began much as ours did, with no mention of my
... proclivities.  At that time, this tapestry did not hang here." 
Erestor gathered the heavy fabric onto the crook of his arm and pushed
it aside, revealing a wooden door leading to an adjacent chamber.

"I ordinarily kept this room locked when it was not in use, but as
fate would have it, I was cleaning in there when I was called away on
an errand from Elrond.  In my haste, I left the door unlocked.  My
lover was always the curious sort, and could not resist the
opportunity to peek inside."

Glorfindel looked pensive.  "And what did your lover see?  What is in
this room, Erestor?"

"Come and see," he replied hoarsely.  His throat was suddenly dry, and
he felt his legs trembling as Glorfindel crossed the room and stood
beside him.  Erestor produced a key from his robes and unlocked the
door, opening it before another's eyes for the first time in over a
decade.

Glorfindel lifted a candle from the nearby sconce and held it before
him as he looked inside.  Erestor held his breath -- he could only
imagine what was going through the golden warrior's mind at this
moment.  When Glorfindel stepped fully into the room, Erestor
followed, taking a candle of his own and draping the tapestry over the
now-empty holder.  He lit the two oil lamps just inside the door and
adjusted the light to a more comfortable level.  Glorfindel set his
candle down and gaped at the contents of the room.

Erestor followed his lover's eyes around the perimeter.  Along the
wall to the right were two large wooden structures.  The first was
made from an old round dining table.  The legs closest to the wall had
been shortened somewhat, so that the table sloped downward.  The
second structure consisted of two wide boards, each over two meters
long, nailed together in a tall, narrow 'X' and inclined backward
slightly.  Both were fitted with iron rings for the attachment of
restraints.  Between them hung a chain suspended from the ceiling by
means of a pulley system.  The chain, too, ended in an iron ring.

The back wall also consisted of various methods of restraint: in this
case, shackles of several designs attached, dungeon-style, to the
wall.  The left wall was reserved for storage.  Whips, riding crops,
and floggers of every description were hung on this wall, grouped
together by style and length.  A large armoire was set into the corner
and contained the remainder of Erestor's toys and implements.  The
same compulsion of neatness that kept his office spotless was also
employed within the drawers of that armoire; all the clamps,
blindfolds, gags, and phalluses were painstakingly organized and
regularly cleaned.

"This is my playroom."  Erestor's voice sounded small, even in the
enclosed space.  "When my lover saw this, he immediately jumped to an
indecorous conclusion, confronted me about it, and would not be swayed
by my attempts at explanation.  Things between us never recovered, and
I decided that all of this," he gestured around the room, "was not
something that could be shared with a lover."

Erestor moved behind Glorfindel and snaked an arm around his waist. 
"I want you to know that I never wanted to deceive you.  This is a
part of who I am, but it is not *all* of who I am.  I would choose you
over this if it came to that.  Every time."

Glorfindel leaned his weight back against Erestor, his eyes fixed on
something Erestor could not determine.  After a moment's pause, the
Elda pushed away from him and walked to the armoire.  Hanging from a
small hook on the side was the collar Erestor had fitted on him the
previous night.  While Erestor watched, dumbfounded, Glorfindel
shrugged off his dressing gown, quickly twisted and tied his hair,
took the collar from the hook, and fastened it around his neck.  He
turned, gloriously naked, and returned to stand before Erestor. 
Slowly, Glorfindel raised his hands behind his head and laced his
fingers, staring straight ahead without looking at the stunned Noldo.

A wave of relief crashed over Erestor, and he rushed forward with the
swell of it, grabbing Glorfindel around the waist and kissing him
roughly.  Not until the fair-haired Elf began to yield to the kiss and
lean against him did Erestor fully shift into his more dominant
persona.  He pulled back from the kiss suddenly, slapping Glorfindel
hard across the backside.  The Elda gasped and instantly straightened
his posture, much to Erestor's delight.

"Do not move," he ordered roughly.  "And you are to restrain your
release until I say otherwise."

"Yes, sir," Glorfindel responded, a trace of a smile ghosting across
his lips.

Erestor slid his hands down Glorfindel's chest, caressing the tightly
muscled form.  When he reached his lover's firm shaft, he wrapped his
fingers around the flesh and began to stroke gently.  He could feel
Glorfindel's body straining to remain motionless, but the blond did
not move.  Erestor stroked faster, pausing occasionally to brush his
thumb across the sensitive head, and still Glorfindel did not shift.

"Very good," he said approvingly.  He meant it, too.  Erestor did not
give idle praise, as it was as detrimental as meaningless punishments. 
Glorfindel's cock twitched in his hand, but that was the only
response.  Also very good, he deemed.

Erestor took Glorfindel's face in his hands, looking into the deep
blue eyes.  Slowly and deliberately, he leaned forward and slid his
tongue across Glorfindel's upper lip.  Glorfindel continued to be
deliciously unresponsive, so Erestor drew the Elda's bottom lip into
his mouth and sucked and nipped playfully at the tender skin. His
hands slid down Glorfindel's chest, capturing each nipple between a
finger and thumb, pinching slightly.  Erestor kept that grip even as
he lowered himself to his knees in front of Glorfindel.

Glorfindel's throbbing member hovered inches from his face.  The tip
glistened with moisture.  Erestor looked up at Glorfindel, as he had
from this position countless times in the past.  This night, though,
he saw not the loving pools of azure looking down at him, but instead
the concentrated, forward-looking stare of the dutiful submissive. 
The sight took his breath away, and there was nothing for it but to
plunge his warm mouth around Glorfindel's length.

Glorfindel gasped reflexively, but Erestor allowed it.  He hadn't,
after all, told Glorfindel not to make a sound.  That training would
come later.  Erestor drew more of the taut shaft into his mouth,
running his tongue along the skin.  He thrust his mouth again and
again down his lover's firmness.  Glorfindel's breath came in
shuddering sighs, and Erestor could feel the tension in the Elda's
body as he struggled to maintain control.  Erestor did not relent yet,
though, but continued to assault Glorfindel's cock with his mouth. 
When at last Glorfindel's legs began to tremble, his gasps became
whimpers through clenched teeth, and his entire body seemed as tight
as a bowstring, Erestor released the tortured flesh, standing
gracefully.

He waited until Glorfindel had steadied himself and the worst of the
shaking passed.  Glorfindel's body was slick with sweat from his
exertions, and his chest heaved with every gulp of air he took.  Some
of his hair had escaped the loose knot and hung limply around his
face.  Erestor had always found the sight to be intoxicating on his
previous partners.  On Glorfindel, the vision was positively
paralyzing.

"Move to the back wall," he heard himself saying as he emerged from
the trance of Glorfindel's beauty.  Glorfindel kept his hands behind
his neck as he turned and began to walk, but Erestor called out for
him to stop.  "Hands by your side," he ordered.  "Fingers curled,
thumbs pointing to the floor."

Glorfindel hastily complied.  He did not look back at Erestor, but the
Noldo could imagine the expression of confusion that must have been on
Glorfindel's face at that moment.  He had just ordered his lover, the
Seneschal of Imladris, to stand, naked and collared, at military
attention.

"You recognize this, I am certain," Erestor explained casually. 
"Here, though, it is Position Two.  Unless otherwise instructed, this
is the position you will use when walking.  Now, continue to the back
wall.  A bar is fastened in the corner to your left, and a line is
marked on the floor.  Stand on the line and grasp the bar with both
hands."

"Yes, sir," Glorfindel replied without turning.  He marched, military
fashion, to the wall, turned smartly to the left, and strode to the
indicated line.  The mark was half a meter from the wall, and the bar
was at about shoulder height, so Glorfindel had to lean over and down
in order to comply with Erestor's orders.

That, of course, was the point, thought Erestor wryly.  He did not
watch Glorfindel get into position; there was no need.  Instead, he
walked to the equipment wall and selected a basic flogger from the
wide selection.  The strips of black leather were of a medium width
and reasonably softened to give just the right balance of pressure and
sting.  He gave a couple of experimental swings and judged the flogger
to be acceptable.  Finally, he opened the armoire and selected a phial
of oil, slipping it into the pocket of his robes before moving behind
Glorfindel.

He laid the tails of the flogger across Glorfindel's back, sliding the
leather straps sensually across the bare skin.  Erestor saw the Elda's
muscles tense at the unexpected sensation, and continued to gently
tease the leather across his back until he began to relax.  When
Glorfindel was more comfortable with the touch of the flogger, Erestor
flicked his wrist, snapping the tails across Glorfindel's backside. 
The contact was fleeting and more for the sound than for the sting. 
Nonetheless, Glorfindel flinched at the blow, but, to his credit, did
not turn or move away.

Erestor placed a few more strikes across the fleshy part of
Glorfindel's backside, varying the intensity until he was able to
gauge his lover's tolerance.  Then, settling into a swordsman's ready
stance, Erestor swung the flogger in broad diagonal strokes, covering
Glorfindel's back and buttocks with the stinging tails.  The swipes
were not enough to raise welts, or even leave much of a mark beyond a
slight pinkness, but within a few minutes, Glorfindel's knuckles had
turned white from the strain with which he was gripping the iron rod.

"Are you well, pen-dithen?" Erestor asked gently, pausing in his work
as he became aware of the sheen of sweat covering Glorfindel's body
and the tension in his lover's arms and legs. (little one)

Glorfindel was panting as he replied, "Yes, sir."

"Very good."  Erestor stepped closer to Glorfindel, pressing himself
fully against the Elda's naked form.  He draped his arms over
Glorfindel's shoulders, caressing the blond's chest with his free
hand.

"Open your mouth," he purred close to Glorfindel's ear.  When
Glorfindel did as he was told, Erestor held the handle of the flogger
in both hands in front of Glorfindel's mouth, and slid the leather
between his teeth.  "Bite down, hold that there, and make no sound."

Erestor stepped back when the flogger was firmly held in his lover's
mouth.  The mass of color on Glorfindel's back was fading, leaving
behind a criss-crossing pattern of only the firmest strikes.  Again,
Erestor was struck dumb at the beauty of the situation.  He'd dreamed
of being able to share himself completely with this Elf that he'd
given his heart to, and now that chance was here.  His arousal
strained against his leggings; he had to think only a moment before
removing the oil from his pocket and divesting himself of the heavy
robes.

He poured a few drops of the oil onto his fingers and rubbed the slick
digits against the exposed opening to Glorfindel's rear passage. 
Glorfindel forgot himself and groaned through his clenched teeth at
the unexpected contact.  Erestor aimed for a particularly flushed
patch on Glorfindel's backside and slapped it with his hand. 
Glorfindel whimpered, but made no further sound.

"Another sound," Erestor warned, "and it's back to the lash." 
Glorfindel's head sagged slightly in resignation, and Erestor returned
his fingers to the tight entrance he was caressing a moment before. 
He added a little more oil, and eased two fingers into the passage,
coating the entire area with the slippery liquid.  Glorfindel's body
responded to the touch, but he made no sound, though the struggle to
remain silent was evident to Erestor.

When Glorfindel was properly prepared, Erestor untied his leggings and
slid them to the floor, freeing his throbbing member at last. 
Glorfindel was but the third lover he had dominated, and the only one
he felt truly in love with.  The significance of the moment was not
lost on the dark-haired Elf, but his urgent need compelled him not to
dwell for long.  He poured the remainder of the small phial of oil
into his palm and spread the lubricant along his rigid arousal as he
knelt to place the empty glass container on the pool of his robes.

He stood and positioned himself directly behind Glorfindel.  He
directed his lover to bend slightly at the knees, as Glorfindel was
slightly taller than he.  Satisfied with the angle, Erestor used one
hand to guide himself into the waiting entrance.  Glorfindel's jaw
tensed so much from trying to remain silent that Erestor could see the
strain as far back as the Elda's neck and shoulder muscles.  Once
buried completely into his golden beauty, Erestor reached out and took
the sides of the flogger handle with both hands and braced against it
as he thrust his hips forward and back.

Glorfindel's breath came in quick, labored gasps.  Erestor felt the
passage around him contracting with the effort Glorfindel was
expending.  His release built quickly in the corner of his
consciousness, and he knew he could not hold it back much longer.  He
moved his right hand, still slick with the remnants of the oil, and
took Glorfindel's cock in his hand, stroking quickly.

"Open your mouth," Erestor grunted between thrusts.  "Let me hear you
now."  He held the flogger loosely in his hand when Glorfindel
released it with an impassioned cry.  Moans and cries of "Oh, Sir!"
spilled generously forth from the blond Elf's lips now that they were
no longer forbidden.  Erestor's body trembled at the sounds, and his
body could no longer withstand the pressure.  He exploded into
Glorfindel with a low groan, feeling his essence pulse into his lover.

Glorfindel shuddered, tightening around Erestor's arousal and sending
another wave of pleasure through him.  He could feel Glorfindel's
member twitching in his hand and heard the Elda's breathing become
ragged.  Glorfindel threw his head back, eyes and teeth clenched as he
fought his body's need.  Erestor waited until he felt Glorfindel could
stand no more and would surely be forced to disobey against his will.

"Si, pen-dithen," he whispered, pressing his lips against Glorfindel's
ear. (now, little one)  With a gasp and a sigh, Glorfindel visibly
relaxed his control and allowed his release to overtake him.  Erestor
felt Glorfindel's erection pulse as it spilled the thick fluids over
his fingers and onto the floor.  Still holding the flogger, Erestor
reached behind Glorfindel's neck with his left hand and fumbled with
the buckle to the collar, finally unfastening the hasp.  He pulled up
his leggings, Glorfindel's release staining the fabric where he
touched, and returned both collar and flogger to their proper places
before addressing Glorfindel again.

"Come, melethen, let us bathe ere we dine.  I trust your appetite has
been restored?"

Glorfindel turned and looked at Erestor.  Tear tracks were evident on
his cheeks, but he grinned widely.  "It has indeed, seron vell.  But I
agree; the warmth of a bath is definitely in order."  (beloved) He
walked to Erestor, leaned in and kissed him.  "Melin chen, Erestor,"
he said before continuing to the bathing chamber. (I love you)

"Melin chen, Glorfindel," Erestor said softly.  He gathered his robe
from the floor and doused the lamps before following his lover.  As he
closed the door to the playroom, he hesitated, automatically searching
for the keys in his robe.  He paused for a moment, smiled slightly,
and left the room unlocked.

TBC...

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter Five : Hunger For Me

---

Imladris, Third Age 2032

"Position Eleven."

Glorfindel gracefully fell to his knees, spreading his thighs wide and
resting back on his heels.  His hands remained laced at the back of
his neck, his chest pushed forward and his erection prominently
displayed, glistening with its need.

Over two months had flown by for Glorfindel since starting this new
aspect of their intimate lives.  Two months of many new experiences,
but Erestor had continued to assure him there was so much more to
learn.  He had been diligent in his studies, throwing himself into the
lessons Erestor gave him as he had in his warrior training Ages ago.

His lover came to stand before him, wearing only his black trousers. 
This had become Erestor's standard dress for these sessions. 
Glorfindel kept his eyes trained on the floor, his head lowered in
respect.  His eyes closed when the gentle touch of Erestor's hand on
his head, and he sighed quietly.  Erestor had awoken in him a need and
a burning desire to please that he had never known existed within him.

He was gripped harshly by his hair, Erestor's hand knotting into the
carefully pinned locks.  The Noldo's other hand slipped inside his
trousers in a way that Glorfindel was accustomed to seeing.  A moment
later, Erestor's firm arousal was pulled from the folds of thick
fabric and thrust before his face.  The Elda immediately opened his
mouth to take in his lover's shaft, relaxing his jaw and throat as the
dark Elf set a steady thrusting rhythm.

Glorfindel lost himself in the act of pleasuring his lover.  The taste
of Erestor filled his senses; his eyes glazed over and he swallowed
when the Noldo slowly slid his ample length into the tight, welcoming
warmth of Glorfindel's throat.  The hand in his hair tightened,
forcing his head further back and opening his throat for further
invasion.  Glorfindel knew Erestor was watching him, knew that the
dark, bottomless eyes were gauging how long he could remain buried to
the hilt in the blond's mouth before it became necessary for
Glorfindel to breathe.

After a few long moments, Glorfindel's throat began to feel swollen
and far too full, his lungs hurt from holding his breath.  He still
did not raise his eyes, though, knowing if he did there would be some
new form of punishment to be doled out.  The worst punishment, in
Glorfindel's mind, was the look of disappointment in Erestor's eyes
when he failed at a task.  His heart burned with the need to please
the dark beauty.  Glorfindel pushed aside the urge to push or pull
away from Erestor, ignored the pressure building in his chest.

Erestor withdrew himself, giving Glorfindel a moment to exhale and
inhale once more before resuming his steady thrusts.  The cock that
laid claim to his mouth, that caused his jaw to ache, swelled and
became harder, signaling the Noldo's impending release.  Glorfindel
readied himself to swallow his lover's essence, but Erestor withdrew
completely and chuckled.

"I am not ready, pen-vara, though it is awfully tempting."

Glorfindel shuddered at the painful pleasure Erestor's thumb caused as
it caressed his swollen, bruised bottom lip.  "No, the cross, tonight,
I think," Erestor continued.  The Elda's eyes briefly fell on the
large device in the corner of the playroom -- disconcertingly called
the Fëanorian Cross -- before dropping back to the floor.  Glorfindel
never learned if Fëanor actually created the Cross or indeed ever
owned one, but that was the name given to the wooden contraption that
resembled nothing so much as a huge Westron 'X'.

He stood gracefully, instinctively assuming Position Two by putting
his hands by his side.  He turned on his heel, and marched to the
Cross.  When he reached his destination, the Elda turned again,
standing just in front of and beside the device, his back to the
Cross.  His hands moved to clasp the back of his neck, just above the
collar.  He waited there in Position One while his eyes tracked
Erestor's motion to the equipment closet.

Erestor's elaborate system of organization meant that the Noldo did
not have to search long for what he wanted.  Glorfindel quickly
averted his eyes, focusing on a point between his feet, when Erestor
turned from the wardrobe, carrying something in his hands.  Cool
fingers -- always cool, Glorfindel thought -- touched one of his
nipples, teasing it expertly into a tight, painful peak of longing. 
Through blurred vision, Glorfindel watched Erestor fasten a small clip
to the sensitive flesh.  He did not make a sound, willing his
breathing to remain even as Erestor adjusted the tension of the clamp. 
Erestor gave the same treatment to Glorfindel's other nipple,
adjusting the clamp until it was almost purely painful.  Then the
Noldo reached into his trouser pocket and held up two teardrop shaped
items.

Weights were added to the clamps, pulling at his pinched, tender skin. 
Glorfindel winced slightly, groaning as the second weight was
attached.  Erestor's bottomless eyes regarded him coolly.  "Turn
around and move to Position Four."

Glorfindel turned to face the Cross and moved until his stomach
touched the place where the 'X' met.  He stretched his arms gracefully
along the upper portion and shifted his stance so that his ankles were
even with the lower half.  Leather restraints were fastened about his
extremities, binding him to the device.  His chest and groin were free
from any friction, which he saw as both a blessing and curse. 
Glorfindel's painfully pinched nipples were spared further
stimulation, but his groin was also free of any friction.

The room was still; Glorfindel did not know if Erestor stood right
behind him or if the Councilor had left the room.  It wasn't until he
felt the kiss of the flogger against his back that he could say for
certain.  He closed his eyes against the pain, resisting the urge to
tense.  A second strike caught him across the thighs, too quickly. 
Glorfindel realized with a start that Erestor was holding *two*
floggers.  The Noldo paused briefly, as if to give him a moment to
absorb this, then moved with no further preamble into a flurry of
blows from both hands.

As always, Erestor displayed masterful control with the implements. 
Glorfindel felt his skin warming and tingling under the barrage, but
not breaking or even bruising.  The firmest strikes fell across the
fleshiest parts of his buttocks and thighs, leaving lines of stinging
pain that faded just slowly enough for them to be savored.    And
every contact shook the weights attached to his nipples, until they
ached more from arousal than from the pressure.

The pattern of the floggers became a steady rhythm, a percussive tune
being played with Glorfindel as the instrument.  The Elda let his head
sag, allowing the rhythm to wash over him.  His entire body thrummed
with the sound; even his grunts and gasps fell into time with the
cadence.  Abruptly, the pace doubled, and Glorfindel threw his head
back at the amplified sensations, his arousal twitching and weeping
uncontrollably.

It had not been so very long ago that Glorfindel would have been
appalled at the notion of being strapped down to *anything* and
willingly allowing his dear lover to inflict varying levels of pain,
even when balanced with equal levels of pleasure.  Now he did not know
how he had survived so long without that very thing.  The pain was
still, well, painful; it merely ceased to be most important thing in
the same way that a musician's instrument is not as important as the
song.  In times like these, Glorfindel's mind began to drift, almost
separate from his body.  He was still aware of everything around him,
and would certainly notice should Erestor strike him too firmly and
accidentally harm him.

The whip suddenly fell silent, and all Glorfindel could hear was the
frantic beating of his own heart.  Again he began to wonder if Erestor
had left the room, but he did not look; he could not bear to find
himself looking into disappointed eyes.  He almost flinched when he
felt cool hands caress the welts that the flogger had created.  The
thought came to him again that this was what he was living for when he
was in this room.  To please Erestor was his only purpose, his only
duty.  Outside the playroom, in the "real world", there were
responsibilities and necessities and patrols and reports.  But here,
there was only Erestor.

Glorfindel caught a glimpse of Erestor from the corner of his eye as
the dark-haired Elf stood at the side of the Cross.  "Out of
necessity, I have made a few modifications to the initial design," the
Noldo explained.  "You see, there was not enough space in this room
for me to include a table.  So I had to improvise."  As he spoke,
Erestor slid his hand behind the Cross, at the middle where the two
pieces intersected.  He removed something that Glorfindel could not
identify, and his body suddenly pitched forward as the device tipped
from vertical to horizontal.

Erestor replaced the small metal piece he'd withdrawn, and the motion
stopped.  The weights attached to Glorfindel's nipples dangled freely,
causing the Elda to groan at the extra pressure this caused.  His
arousal intensified from the increased stimulation.  For another
agonizingly long moment, there was nothing.  The seconds passed, until
Glorfindel was certain that *this* time, Erestor really had left the
room.  He strained to hear any sign of movement behind him, but the
room was completely quiet.

He had focused on his hearing so much that when a thin, cool object
was brushed across his sore buttocks, Glorfindel gasped in shock and
tried to recoil as best he could.  Erestor's deep chuckle behind him
was enough to calm the Elda, though, and Glorfindel was able to relax. 
As long as Erestor was here, after all, the blond knew that he was
safe.

Erestor was dragging the object across his rear; it felt like a wooden
switch, but thicker and more uniform.  The urge to turn his head and
peer behind him was almost unbearable.  The Noldo must have sensed it,
because he chose that moment to explain, "This is called a cane,
pen-vara.  Ordinarily, I would begin with very tender taps to soften
the skin, and only gradually work up to firmer strikes.  However, I
think we have taken care of that adequately."

Even with that much warning and time to brace, Glorfindel was still
surprised by the first strike.  The blow wasn't especially hard and
the sting faded almost instantly, but for that moment, the feeling was
something like a line of fire being etched across his backside.  It
was different than any other time he had been struck, more acute.  He
craved the next impact and closed his eyes, ready to savor the burning
sting, which Erestor willingly gave.

Glorfindel's breathing was even and slow, his body pliant.  He knew
that he could withstand any abuse Erestor could give him so long as he
remained calm.  Each strike, placed in random areas on his buttocks
and upper thighs, became progressively harder.  Sharp, dissipating
stings became constant throbs and Glorfindel lost his hold on that
calm.  Tears came to his eyes, his thighs tensing for each blow, and
he panted with harsh, short breaths.

And still Erestor continued.

Tears flowed freely and he sobbed, flinching from each anticipated
strike and he knew he would be unable to sit the next day.  He tensed,
ready for another blow, but it did not come.  Gentle hands, caressing
his untouched back, soothed his hurts.  "Glorfindel," came the cool,
dulcet tones of his lover's voice, cutting through the haze of pain
and humiliation.  "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, shocking
Glorfindel as Erestor stepped from the dominant role he always assumed
in this room.  He had offered to end the session without the use of
the safe word, and the Elda felt mildly hurt.

"No," he said in a hoarse, thick voice.

"Then you must take deep breaths.  I will not harm you, but if you do
not calm yourself, that is what will happen.  If you want to continue,
then you must relax."  More tender strokes to his skin and Glorfindel
felt his face aflame with shame.  Erestor did not have the confidence
in him that he could weather the session.

"Continue," the Elda ground out.  He closed his eyes again and
centered himself, no longer focusing on the blazing heat of his
backside or the near-painful ache of the weights hanging from his
chest.  Glorfindel focused instead on the steady beat of his heart,
the constant pulse of desire in his loins.  Erestor had not permitted
him release for several days and his body was eager for completion. 
He turned all his attentions inward on the distant shore of orgasm,
and he barely registered when the cane connected with his flesh again.

Glorfindel found that space in himself where the pain was but
background noise to the rising tide of release.  He was soon rising to
meet the cane, his breathing ragged and soft mewls of needful pleasure
escaped his lips.  With each rise and fall of his buttocks, the
weights would swing and he would feel a pull in his groin, another
push toward that precipice.  Strikes were planted on his lower portion
of his buttocks, to either side of the crevice, and he felt the
vibrations course through him, into his length.  Glorfindel opened his
eyes, his moaning becoming loud cries and he continued to rise to meet
those carefully placed blows.

Faster they came, the pressure ever the same; Erestor did not increase
the strength of his strikes.  Glorfindel felt the tightening in his
belly and let out a loud cry of shock as he spilled his seed onto the
cold stone floor, shuddering in the wake of an intense orgasm.  His
breathing had slowed before he realized Erestor had stopped the
caning.

"I have only witnessed such a release once in my long years," Erestor
said in a breathless voice, almost in awe.  "You are special,
pen-vara."

Glorfindel felt pride blossom in his breast.  He had pleased Erestor,
had done something the Councilor had not thought he could do.  He was
special.  His eyes slowly closed as he was overtaken by the inevitable
physical and emotional exhaustion that followed on the heels of such a
session.  He was pulled out of his blissful moment of reverie when the
lower portion of the Cross folded under and he found his feet on the
floor once more, but his upper body still bent.  Glorfindel knew what
was to come and his spent member twitched with anticipation.

Slick, cool fingers entered him quickly, smearing the salve deep, but
without much more preparation.  As soon as the fingers left his body,
Erestor's thick length pierced him in one fluid thrust.  Glorfindel
arched as much as his bonds and position would allow, a mew of pained
pleasure echoing in the room.  Erestor did not permit him a moment to
grow accustomed to the intrusion, but set a hard, rough rhythm.  He
was rocked against the wooden frame; cries were wrung from his lips
when Erestor dragged his nails along the raw, swollen skin of his
buttocks.

Deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin mingling with the Elda's
cries and moans.  Erestor rode him with an abandon Glorfindel had
never seen and before the Councilor could find his own release in the
tight velvet heat of Glorfindel's body, he withdrew and soon the
warmth of Erestor's essence coated his throbbing buttocks.  Erestor's
hands rubbed the milky fluid into his stinging flesh, pinching and
massaging the sore muscles.

Glorfindel heard Erestor move behind him and he whimpered softly.  He
ached all over and knew he would not be able to perform his duties in
the morning.  Erestor stood beside the Cross and removed the pin
again, righting the device slowly, before replacing the pin.  Deft
fingers unbuckled the collar, removing the damp leather from his
throat.  Glorfindel hung limply from his restraints, and waited for
Erestor to free him.

The clamps were removed and Glorfindel could not help the low groan of
pain as blood rushed to his bruised nipples.  Erestor soothed the nubs
with his tongue, gently sucking and teasing them until Glorfindel
purred tiredly.

In silence Erestor unbound him, allowing the tall Elda to lean on him
as they exited the playroom.  Glorfindel moved stiffly, his muscles
protesting until Erestor eased him, belly down, to the bed. 
Glorfindel rested his tear-stained face against the cool linen of his
pillow, gasping slightly when a cool rag was laid over his smarting
backside.  Erestor released Glorfindel's hair, brushing the golden
locks until they shined in the candlelight.  The Noldo removed the
warmed rag and Glorfindel let out a long sigh as Erestor soothed his
body with the thick menthol salve.

Within moments he was teetering on the brink of oblivion, his lover's
gentle hands soothing and relaxing him with skill.  Before he
succumbed to reverie, though, he turned his dark blue eyes to the
bottomless wells of Erestor's.  "Melin chen, Erestor," he said
raggedly.

"Melin chen, Glorfindel.  Rest.  We are done for tonight."  Erestor
continued to caress the burning skin, adding more salve, and singing
softly to his lover as he fell into a deep sleep.

TBC...

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter Six : Eyes of a Child

---

Imladris, Third Age 2032

Glorfindel walked into his office, tossing the ledger from Erestor's
study onto his desk.  He sighed as he sat heavily in his chair and
opened the book, looking over the Advisor's spending allotment for
Imladris' defense.  He looked out the window at the meadow that spread
bright and green along the front of the Last Homely House.  Celebrian
sat beneath a tree, Arwen and Elrond flanking her, and the twins
sparring before their family.  A smile came to his face, and he let
his mind wander.

Erestor had left Imladris the previous week for a month in Lorien. 
His lover was to attend a meeting in Elrond's stead, though Erestor
had not looked forward to the journey.  The Noldo did not travel much,
and only when he had to.  Glorfindel's eyes glazed over as he thought
back on the evening before Erestor set off for Celeborn's land.

~~~~~~~~~~

Erestor smiled down at him, and Glorfindel felt a small whimper escape
his lips.  He looked up into the dark eyes, just as steady and
unwavering as the Noldo himself.  The moonlight drenched the room, a
stray beam illuminating the two figures on the bed, nude and moving in
tandem.  Glorfindel tightened his legs around Erestor's waist, arching
his back to bring more of his chest in contact with his lover's lips. 
His hands were buried in Erestor's dark hair and he panted words of
love and devotion to the dark god.

The Noldo took him in hand, his thumb sweeping over the moist head and
his strokes milking more from him.  Glorfindel's release built
swiftly, as it always did when Erestor took him, and he cried out his
bliss as warmth spilled onto his belly.  Erestor groaned deep in his
throat, and Glorfindel shuddered to feel Erestor's seed fill him.  A
month without his lover, his master, seemed an eternity to the Elda.

Gentle kisses were given and loving words whispered.  As the midnight
hour approached, the lovers drifted into a contented sleep in each
other's arms.

Glorfindel woke with the dawn to find Erestor already departed.  That
was not unusual; travelers would often leave Imladris before first
light because safety was assured within the valley.  Glorfindel
stretched and wiped the last of the sleep from his eyes.  His gaze
fell across a note that had been placed on his bedside table. 
Erestor's fastidious handwriting glistened on the page as he picked up
the small parchment scrap.

"Glorfindel, my love," Glorfindel read silently.  "I will miss you
while I am away, and I will think of you often.  I will be most
pleased if you will follow these instructions until I return.  Before
you retire for the evening, thoroughly dust and sweep the playroom and
make sure to oil all the equipment.  Also, you are not permitted to
find any form of release for the duration of my absence.  I want you
desperate and wanting upon my return.  Melin chen, Erestor."

~~~~~~~~~~

Three more weeks.

That was all he had to wait, and Erestor would return.  The Elda
shifted slightly, his arousal pressing uncomfortably against the suede
of his breeches.  The temptation to simply unlace the fabric and bring
himself to a quick release was almost too much, but he resisted.  The
punishment Erestor would devise would not be something he would enjoy,
and Glorfindel did not want to think on what the Noldo could conjure
as a suitable penance for his transgression.  He could not lie to his
lover, and the damage such an act would cause was more than Glorfindel
was willing to risk.

Glorfindel sighed and turned his eyes back to the accounting ledger,
working through the budget the Advisor had allotted.

*****

Anor was just beginning to sink below the horizon when the Seneschal
looked up from his work.  He cast his eyes out the window to the dying
embers of the sun and saw the night patrol mounting their horses,
ready to ride out to the border station.  Glorfindel scowled in their
direction, making note of how late they were leaving.  He would need
to speak to the watch commander when they returned; the night patrol
should not leave so late to relieve their comrades.  Before they began
riding, though, Glorfindel could plainly hear hoof beats.  A moment
later, eight horses thundered down the path, and Glorfindel clearly
recognized them as the members of the day patrol.

Which meant that the border was currently unguarded.

Glorfindel was suddenly so angry that he threw his papers aside and
leapt from the open window, dropping the few feet to the ground and
sprinting across the clearing toward the congregated Elves.  Several
members of the night patrol heard the approach and turned their
confused gazes from the entering day watch to the enraged Seneschal
barreling down upon them.

"What in Elbereth's name?!" Glorfindel bellowed, his voice exploding
over all other sound.  The day patrol reared their horses, startled;
there could be no doubt that the ire in the Elda's voice was directed
at them.

"Those had better be corpses sitting on those horses!" Glorfindel
continued.  "Because there is no other acceptable reason for deserting
your post before you are relieved!"

"But, my Lord," stammered the watch commander, "Anor has set!  Our
patrol time has ended.  My troop is exhausted, Híren!"

"I do not care if your troop has not rested for three days, Îdhren! 
Under no circumstances do you leave the border unguarded!  What matter
is it to me that Anor sleeps?  If the night patrol does not appear
until the middle of Ithil's journey, then you stay at the border until
then!  If you must throw yourself from your mount in order to remain
awake and alert, then I expect to see you covered in mud upon your
return!"  Glorfindel turned his attention to the other members of the
errant patrol.  "You are all suspended from duty for a fortnight.  All
benefits of rank and privilege will be denied to you during that time. 
And you, Îdhren," the Seneschal spat, looking again at the commander,
"you are relieved of your commanding responsibilities and are
reassigned to internal security.  I will not have a watch commander
who is afraid of the darkness!"

"Aye, Híren," Îdhren said dejectedly, and the other seven Elves echoed
the acknowledgement with similar defeat in their voices.

Glorfindel scowled one final time at the offenders, then ordered the
night patrol to make haste to the border "as though the Dark Lord
Himself were tight on your heels".  The rage within him did not begin
to dissipate until he heard the sounds of the night patrol fading in
the distance.  Even then, his fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly
on the long walk around the grounds to the nearest entrance door.

He decided that he was far too angry to concentrate on his work any
further, so he returned to his office only long enough to shut the
windows, douse the candles, and sigh heavily at the amount of work
still left to do.  He stopped by the kitchens on the way to his room
and apportioned a plate of apple slices, cheese and bread.  Back in
his room, he quickly shed his uniform and slipped into one of his
dressing gowns, deliberately selecting the cobalt-blue silk that
Erestor had always seemed to favor.  He sat in an overstuffed chair
and ate his meager dinner as he thumbed idly through one of the
massive historical tomes that Erestor seemed to find so fascinating. 
When he felt his eyes begin to droop, Glorfindel forced himself into
alertness for a few more minutes.  He had to complete his tasks before
he could allow himself to rest.

Glorfindel paused at the door of the playroom.  He untied the light
dressing gown and hung it on the hook just inside the room, removing
the collar that was already hanging there.  He very carefully fastened
the leather strap around his neck, shivering slightly at its familiar
weight, and tied up his hair into a crude knot.  The cleaning supplies
were in the armoire just where he'd left them the night before.  He
brought out the duster and began to gently clean away the tiny amounts
of dust that had settled on the equipment and furnishing since the
previous night.  As he cleaned, though, his mind wandered back to
various sessions he had with the Advisor in this room, and his arousal
mounted quickly.  Once finished the dusting, Glorfindel took great
care in oiling the already-glistening hinges and joints of all the
freestanding equipment, his hard length bobbing freely with his
movements and causing him further discomfort.  Finally, he used the
broom in the corner to sweep away what little dust he had dislodged
onto the floor.

Satisfied with the result, Glorfindel left the room as he did every
night this past week, with his dressing gown hanging and the collar
affixed to his neck.  His erection was painfully insistent, but he
forced the thought from his mind.  Remembrances of past nights with
Erestor, Glorfindel reminded himself, and the knowledge that Erestor
would be pleased with him were all the comforts that he needed.

He climbed onto the large bed, still elegantly made from the morning
that Erestor left.  Glorfindel had not slept under the thick blankets
and fine sheets for eight days, preferring instead, as he did now, to
curl up at the bottom of Erestor's side of the bed.  He fell quickly
asleep as his fingers delicately traced the line of his collar.

Three more weeks.

TBC...

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter Seven : The Ones Who Have Lied
AN: A special thank you must go to my beta, Alex.  She has been a
wonderful help the last two chapters when I have written myself into a
corner.  *smiles*  Thank you.

---

Lórien, Third Age 2032

Erestor checked his packs a final time and sighed heavily.  A month
had passed, leaving him aching for his lover.  Though he had relieved
his need almost daily, he still longed to feel Glorfindel pliant
beneath him, begging him for the kiss of the cane.  To see the
glorious Elda hard, ready and marked by *his* hand was enough to undo
Erestor...

A knock at his door drew him from his reverie.  Erestor opened the
door and looked into the silver eyes of the Lord of Lórien.  "My Lord
Celeborn," he said, bowing slightly.  "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Erestor.  Would you please join me in my study?" Celeborn asked, his
back straight and his face a mask of indifference.

"Of course, my Lord," Erestor said, stepping into the hallway.  "What
is it you need of me?" he asked as he followed Celeborn's quick steps. 
The Elf-lord did not reply and Erestor felt a slight twinge of unease,
which escalated into panic when they bypassed Celeborn's study.

He knew what lay beyond the study.

"Celeborn," he said, stopping several feet behind the Elf-lord who had
stopped before a non-descript door.  Silver eyes met ink-black ones. 
"I cannot go in there with you."

The Lorien Lord raised an eyebrow.  "And why not?" he asked as he
crossed his arms over his chest.

Erestor's smile was cold and didn't reach his eyes.  "I belong to
Glorfindel," he said simply.

"The great Master Erestor finally belongs to someone?" Celeborn said
with a laugh.  "No, he does not own you.  You and I both know he does
not give you what I once did."

"Perhaps not," Erestor said.  "But, he does give me what you never
would."

Celeborn looked surprised for a moment before he regained his
composure.  "He submits," he whispered.

"Aye.  He does."

The Sinda stood a bit straighter.  "I do not ask you to submit to me
this night.  I ask for your presence in this room with another to
dominate."

Erestor knew this game.  He had been the victim of it for all three of
his masters.  "Very well.  I will accompany you."

"Good."  Celeborn smiled and opened the door, leading Erestor into the
dimly lit playroom.

A true smile appeared on Erestor's lips, causing his eyes to twinkle
with anticipation.  "Oh, my, Celeborn.  What is this you have?"

Strapped to a table face down, with glowing red buttocks, was Haldir
of Lórien.  The Elf was still panting, and Erestor licked his lips as
he took in the familiar hard shaft dripping with unspent desire. 
Erestor slowly circled the table, slowly unbuttoning his robe. 
"Haldir... had I known how desperate you were for the touch of the
flail, I would never have let you go," he teased, allowing the heavy
fabric to fall from his shoulders.  Erestor stood before Haldir's
prone form in his trousers and a thin undershirt, his arousal already
apparent.

Celeborn took a long, thick leather strap and handed it to Erestor
while he stripped himself of his robes.  "Do you crave the strap,
Haldir?" Celeborn asked as he hung his robes by the door.

"Aye, Master," Haldir panted, closing his eyes.

"Erestor," Celeborn said, joining the Noldo at the head of the table. 
"I desire you to truly make his backside ache.  I want to find my
pleasure in his mouth while you make him squirm under the lash." 
Celeborn's voice was thick and his length bobbed freely before
Haldir's parted lips.

The Noldo's eyes burned with remembered nights with both the Elf-lord
and March Warden.  He took position behind Haldir and smiled at
Celeborn.  The Lórien Lord fed his shaft to the bound Elf, his
glittering eyes watching eagerly as Erestor raised the strap and
brought it down on the tender, abused flesh of Haldir's backside.

Erestor watched Celeborn thrust in and out of Haldir's willing mouth
while the Noldo striped the bound Elf's thighs and backside with the
strap.  He remembered each of Haldir's sensitive spots, recalled the
Elf's limits and soon had Haldir moving in cadence with the blows. 
Erestor throbbed within his trousers and knew he would have to rush to
his quarters to relieve his discomfort.  He had not lied to Celeborn
in the hallway; Erestor belonged to Glorfindel now and would not
betray their relationship.

Celeborn withdrew from Haldir's mouth, and Erestor could see the firm
erection he knew so well glistening in the low light.  The Lórien Lord
must have noticed, for he grinned wolfishly.  "Are you certain you do
not wish to take my place here, Erestor?" he asked in a voice thick
with passion.

Erestor opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as
he began to seriously consider the offer.  Ultimately, though, he
shook his head.  "Yes, my Lord, I am certain."

Celeborn shrugged slightly.  "As you wish.  If we are finished with
his mouth, then, I see no reason to leave it open."  He reached into
the pool of his robes on the floor and produced a rubber ball gag.  He
fastened it securely around Haldir's head so that it held the March
Warden's mouth open but completely filled.  Celeborn then unfastened
the latches holding Haldir's shackles to the table.  He used a small
lever on the wall to lower a dangling chain, and Haldir obediently
raised his arms to allow Celeborn to hook the iron wrist cuffs to it.

Erestor watched with a technical fascination.  The winching mechanism
that Celeborn used was elegant: completely hidden and virtually
silent.  He would have to speak to the silver-haired Elf-lord later
about having something similar crafted for his own playroom.  He
brought his attention, with some difficulty, back to the other
occupants of the room.  Celeborn had raised the chain -- and
consequently, Haldir -- so that the March Warden was pulled into a
kneeling position on the table and was currently laying on the table
himself, positioned with his hips between Haldir's legs.

"Would you prepare our pet?" Celeborn asked while stroking his length
languidly.

The Noldo nodded and took a large decanter of oil from a shelf; trust
Celeborn to never need to call for a servant mid-session.  Erestor
coated his hand with the viscous fluid and easily slid two fingers
into Haldir's passage.  He knew how well used Haldir's body was and
Erestor quickly prepared the moaning, squirming Elf impaled on his
fingers.  "I think he's ready, my Lord," Erestor said huskily.  "He
seems most eager."  Erestor crooked his fingers within the clenching
channel and chuckled when Haldir stiffened, his muffled cries of
pleasure filling the room.

Celeborn's eyes flickered up to Haldir as Erestor's fingers left
Haldir's body.  Erestor knew the look; Celeborn was silently reminding
the gagged Elf of his duty.  Haldir slowly lowered himself onto
Celeborn's erection, moaning behind the large ball in his mouth.  Once
he had settled on the Elf-lord, the March Warden began to fluidly
gyrate atop Celeborn, wringing moans of pleasure from Celeborn's full
lips.

As he watched, Erestor throbbed painfully.  He did not think he could
wait until he returned to his rooms, so the Noldo untied his trousers
and took himself in hand.  Erestor's eyes became half-lidded and his
lips parted.  He remembered the tightness of Glorfindel, the smell of
his fluids, and the sound of his cries.  They were nothing like
Haldir's pleasurable grunts or Celeborn's low moans, but he could
almost recall the exact pitch of Glorfindel's voice as the Elda found
his release.  Erestor rubbed his hand over the swollen head of his
cock, his fist tight and slick around his heavy shaft.

He was lost in his memory, his eyes focused on where the two Elves
before him became one, when he felt the brush against his mind. 
Erestor raised his eyes and met the lust-darkened gaze of Celeborn. 
His hand never faltering in its stroking, Erestor let Celeborn into
his mind.

/Are you enjoying yourself?/ was Celeborn's hazy thought.

Erestor smirked.  /Most assuredly.  I have always found him to be a
lovely Elf to watch in passionate submission./

/You do not take him... why?/

/I told you; I belong to Glorfindel,/ Erestor said forcefully.

Celeborn licked his lips lasciviously.  /You stand there, with your
trousers about your ankles, stroking yourself in time to his
movements.  I only ask your assistance./

/My assistance is limited./

/I want you to take him as I take him,/ Celeborn said, his eyes
returning to Haldir's fair face.

/As you take him?  You do not mean.../ Erestor asked in disbelief.

/Do not tell me you have never thought of it, *Master* Erestor,/
Celeborn taunted.  /If Glorfindel should find out that you have been
with another, simply move the blame to me.  I desire you to assist me;
Haldir has grown used to my girth and length and I desire to fill him
beyond what he is expecting./

Erestor pulled into himself, and Celeborn respectfully withdrew from
his mind.  Glorfindel...  The Elf-lord was asking his help in this
session, and Erestor did not think he wanted to truly decline any
longer.  After a moment, his eyes hardening with new resolve, Erestor
touched Celeborn's mind.

/Very well.  I shall do as you ask./

Celeborn shot him a knowing look.  /And Glorfindel?/

Erestor smiled wickedly, an expression that never ceased to unnerve
even the strongest heart.  /*I* am Master.  No other./

The device that held Haldir up shifted some, allowing more slack so
that Haldir was forced forward more.  Erestor coated his length with
the thick oil and climbed the table, straddling Celeborn's legs. 
"Your Master has asked my assistance," Erestor whispered hotly into
Haldir's ear.  "I have agreed."

Erestor crouched down, aligning the head of his shaft with Haldir's
already filled passage.  Holding himself, he pushed forward, gradually
adding his length to the quivering channel.  Slowly, he slipped
further and further into Haldir, the March Warden's strangled cries
urging him on.

"By the Valar, Erestor," Celeborn groaned.  "So tight!"

"Aye," Erestor panted as he slid the last inch into the over-filled
passage.  "Tight and hot, hard and ready," he said, pinching Haldir's
sensitive backside as he began to thrust.

Haldir moaned loudly with every movement, and Erestor decided he
wanted to *hear* the Elf.  He stilled his movements long enough to
remove the gag, tossing it to the wooden floor.  Haldir panted, his
arms straining in their bonds.  "Tell me, Haldir... speak to me as we
use your body," Erestor encouraged, thrusting forward sharply.

"Aiya!" Haldir cried out.  "Full!  Stretched..." came the breathless
replies.

"Do you want us to stop?" Erestor asked, moving faster.

Haldir shook his head.  "No!  Please, no."

"You like this," Erestor said.

"Yes..."

"You would take more if it were possible.  You would open your body to
as much as your Master could fill you with," Erestor continued.

"Yes!  More!  Please, more," Haldir sobbed.

Celeborn reached up and cupped Haldir's cheek.  "We shall have a
special phallus constructed for you, my pet," the Lórien Lord said,
his voice hoarse with need.  "Thick, long...  So much thicker than
what you have now.  And I will chain your legs up in the air, spread
before me on your back, and I will slip it deep into your body,"
Celeborn said, and Haldir moaned loudly.

"Yes!"

Erestor watched Celeborn take Haldir's dripping shaft in his hand and
stroke firmly.  "You want to come, do you not?  Filled with us,
thinking of being filled further..."

Haldir went still, his voice a wordless, tortured cry as his seed
spurted over Celeborn's hand and over the Elf-lord's chest.  Erestor
moaned quietly, his fluids mingling with Celeborn's in the squeezing,
convulsing passage.  The three Elves panted and trembled in the
aftermath of their intense session.  Erestor felt emotionally and
physically spent and gently extricated himself from Haldir's exhausted
body.

*****

The Noldo closed the door to his chambers and stripped out of his robe
and trousers.  Erestor looked over his packs again before laying on
the soft mattress.  Guilt ate away at him.

Now that the act was complete and his bodily frustrations were eased,
Erestor now had the opportunity to reflect on his choice.  He had
assisted Celeborn; that was all, he told himself.  He had not betrayed
Glorfindel.  He was in control of their sexual lives, and this had
been his decision to make.  Glorfindel need never know what had taken
place in Celeborn's playroom.

Erestor tossed and turned, the sheets and coverlet were kicked from
the bed.  Sleep eluded him and him buried his face in his pillow.

This had been a mistake.

He should have said no.

But he hadn't.

How could he face Glorfindel now?  He could not lie to his lover. 
Should Glorfindel suspect his infidelity, Erestor knew he would not be
able to lie to the Elda.  Not convincingly, at any rate.

Valar, what had he done?

TBC...

Title: Something Special, Something Sacred
Chapter: Chapter Eight : You Are the Desert

---

Imladris, Third Age 2032

His dark eyes glittered as he stood against the wall, watching.  He
always watched.  Even when he acted, he watched.  The golden Elf
animatedly told the story of Maedhros, of the Noldo's capture and
torment by Morgoth, and a thought slowly formed.

Erestor's lips curved into a wicked smirk that would have set
Glorfindel's blood on fire if the Elda had been looking.  Instead,
Erestor continued to watch his lover tell the children gathered in the
small classroom about Fingon's valiant rescue.  His thoughts centered
on Glorfindel, as they had since he had returned from Lórien.

Lórien... He had not spoken to Glorfindel of his time with Celeborn
and Haldir, and the Elda had not asked about it.  There were times
when he thought he saw a shadow in the azure eyes of his lover as they
regarded him, and Erestor would feel the need to pull Glorfindel into
his arms and love him long into the night.  It was his guilt that had
prevented him from taking Glorfindel into the playroom.  Erestor could
not do such acts at the time; he had been too busy reminding himself
of his deep love for the Balrog-slayer.

But, his guilt had eased with the passing weeks and Glorfindel's quiet
devotion.  This evening, they would go into the playroom, and Erestor
would now reassert himself as Master.

Erestor cast his dark gaze to Glorfindel once more before slipping out
of the classroom; he needed to make preparations for this evening's
session.

*****

Erestor stared at Glorfindel's lithe form, glistening in the light of
the room.  The Elda's right arm was extended high above his head, the
wrist securely shackled to the face of the wall.  To the casual
observer, Glorfindel hung from that point, all his weight held by his
bound wrist.  But, Erestor knew better.  Glorfindel's right foot
balanced carefully on a small rock protrusion, offering balance and
relief for the Elf.

Glorfindel was also gloriously naked; a sight Erestor never grew tired
of.

The Elda's flesh was covered in a myriad of welts and bright red
stripes, and Glorfindel's eyes were glazed with pain and lust. 
Erestor reached out his slender hand and ran the tip of his index
finger up Glorfindel's heavy shaft.  The Balrog-slayer moaned and
closed his eyes, and Erestor swiped the finger over the slit.  When
the cobalt eyes were revealed to him again, Erestor slowly brought the
slick finger to his lips, snaking his tongue out to taste Glorfindel's
need.

"Did you think I would simply surrender?"

Glorfindel answered with a weak groan, his eyes trained on the finger
that moved from Erestor's mouth to run over the dark Elf's pale body.

"Did you think they would come for you?"

Erestor pulled a leather device he knew Glorfindel had yet to
experience.  He approached his lover and caressed the Elda's length
again.  "You are alone, Maitimo," Erestor whispered, his dark eyes
smoldering beneath his long lashes.  His fingers danced over the hard
column, his eyes holding Glorfindel's.  "You are mine."  Erestor took
the leather piece and slipped it between the base of Glorfindel's
arousal and the heavy globes below, stretching the skin.  Once that
was in place, he brought another strap around from behind and
separated the spheres, smiling cruelly when Glorfindel whimpered.

The Noldo then walked to a low table and picked up a slim instrument. 
He saw Glorfindel eye the item warily.  "A new torment, my dear
Noldo."  He held the item up in the light.  "Long like a crop, but
stiff, firm.  The two little tines?  Just as stiff as the handle;
'Lam-e-lyg' -- Tongue of the Snake."  Erestor fondled the two firm
tines at the end of the handle.  It was called lam-e-lyg for a reason:
it looked like the forked tongue of a snake.

It was also delightfully painful when used.

Glorfindel swallowed visibly and Erestor crept closer to the Elda. 
"Morgoth..." was the strained word that passed the full lips.

"Aye," Erestor said in a low, dangerous voice.  "That is the name your
father cursed me with.  But, now I have his eldest... laid bare before
me... and desperate for my touch."  To emphasize the point, he flicked
the tip of the flogger gently across Glorfindel's swollen arousal
causing the blond to hiss in surprise.

"Tell me where your brothers are!" Erestor demanded in a gruff voice. 
He was by no means as imposing a figure as Morgoth, but he did his
best to play the role.

Glorfindel, too, was striving to take on the character of Maedhros. 
Erestor knew that the Elda had actually met the Feanorian millennia
ago in Valinor, long before the traumatic imprisonment they were
re-enacting now.  True to Maedhros' demeanor, Glorfindel did not
answer or, indeed, give any sign of having heard the question.

Erestor bro