Author: elfgirl44
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; I simply play with them
sometimes. They belong to Tolkien.
Warning: NC17, slight BDSM, angst
Summary: Glorfindel finds a way to divert the prince of Gondolin
Pairing: Maeglin/Glorfindel 


Eol's Son


Glorfindel looked out on the sun drenched city gleaming whitely in the sun.
He smiled to see it, yet there was a shadow over his heart. All was not well
in the fair city of Gondolin and he knew he must put it right.

He had watched Maeglin as he in his turn watched Idril. Saw the lust in
those deep grey eyes and the violence in his movements. Noticed with alarm
that these signs grew with each New Year rather than diminished as would
seem proper with such an unhealthy infatuation. In time he started to fear
for the princess's safety, Maeglin was not one to wait for something he
would never be given when he could just reach out and take it. Something
must be done.

So one day he decided to do something.

Glorfindel planned his strategy and learnt his targets' daily movements. He
bided his time, waiting till one of the cities' numerous festivals before
making his move.

So why was it, he wondered that he seemed stuck in this corridor. He knew
Maeglin would walk down the adjacent one and soon. So why was he not
standing in readiness in that corridor? Not lurking down this one.

Could it be? He asked himself. Could Glorfindel of Gondolin the great
worrier be afraid? But why should he not be afraid? He did not know how
Maeglin would take his advances. Even should he take them well it seemed
likely that he would soon see through Glorfindel's ploy? He was known to be
a master tactician and a master swordsman too. In fact he was accomplished
in everything he did and always in control of every situation. He was doted
on by the king. Never refused any favour, spoilt you could say. But he was
no spoilt brat, no push over. He was the most ruthless Elf in Gondolin. He
could even be described as cruel at times. His passions ruled him but those
passions were never clear to see. He was possessive, confrontational and
commanding.

So why on Arda was Glorfindel fool enough to take him on?

Truth be told, he wanted this. It was more than loyalty to his princess
which drove him to such measures. From the moment he set eyes on Maeglin he
had been captivated. He was simply so different from any other elf he had
known. He stood tall and lordly his dark hair tied back and his even darker
eyes which were constantly restless and assessing. His face was handsome;
though he rarely smiled; when he did it was all the more precious for it.
But most alluringly he was passionate, a gift rare among the Eldar, who so
often seemed cold compared to the heady passions of the mortal races.

Glorfindel took a deep breath and strode into the other corridor just in
time to block it as he heard a familiar tread reach the corner. He placed a
hand on either wall so as to completely block the way. He had chosen this
corridor for its narrowness and because it was away from any busy area of
the city. When Maeglin rounded the corner he nearly ran into Glorfindel. He
seemed preoccupied and his eyes were turned habitually downwards. He was
like his father in that respect. When he finally noticed the other Elf
blocking the corridor they were just a hairs width apart. Those grey eyes
rose to him in an unmistakable challenge.

Maeglin looked assessingly at Glorfindel for a moment before dismissing him
and ordering him out the way. The command in that tone was so undeniable
that Glorfindel very nearly did. But he stood his ground with only the
merest of flinches to show his inner turmoil. This time when Maeglin's eyes
rose to meet his he did not dismiss him but rather seemed to be trying to
measure his very soul. Glorfindel did not let his gaze waver, though his
heart beat more forcefully and sweat beads broke out on his brow.

After a matter of minutes Maeglin's gaze softened and a malicious smile
curled his lips. "I think I begin to comprehend what you seek" he said in a
dangerously soft voice, running a tongue over those inviting lips.
Glorfindel swallowed nervously at those words before asking in an affectedly
calm voice "And what may that be?"

Maeglin leaned in seductively before kissing him. It was a kiss such as
Glorfindel had never experienced before, brutal and hungry. It shocked him
deeply the lack of any tenderness and most of all that it left him so
gasping with need. Yet the main shock was still ahead as Maeglin tipped his
mouth towards Glorfindel's ear and whispered; "you wish to distract me" in a
poisonous voice before roughly pushing him out of the way.

Glorfindel's face flushed a bright red as he comprehended how easily he had
been read. But still he turned round with his natural grace and grabbed at
Maeglin's arm as he retreated. Maeglin twisted in his grip and with
lightening reflexes, pinned Glorfindel against the wall. "Do not toy with
me"
he spat "I am more than your match". Glorfindel struggled against that iron
grip but made little headway. At Glorfindel's struggles Maeglin laughed
cruelly and pressing his body against his, whispered in mock innocence "Is
this not what you wanted?" before bestowing another bruising kiss.

Glorfindel stopped struggling and moaned into the kiss. This time when they
broke apart Maeglin looked amused. Glorfindel snaked an arm round Maeglin's
back. This kiss was gentler than the others yet just as passionate. Finally
when they broke apart there was something other than contempt in Maeglin's
eyes. Though what emotion darkened those dusky orbs Glorfindel could not say
for sure.

"Do you not desire me then?" asked Glorfindel in a playful voice "for I am
yours if you do. To do with what you please" he whispered the last bit
passionately in Maeglin's ear. Maeglin startled and took a step back from
Glorfindel. The look he gave the other Edhel now was almost painful. "You do
not know what you give" he said in a voice which was level yet not as
polished as usual.

"Then enlighten me" replied Glorfindel.

"I will" answered Maeglin "but follow me to somewhere more private first".
Maeglin did not wait for a reply but strode off down the corridor.
Glorfindel followed as was obviously expected but he could not help but feel
nervous as he followed the elf in front of him. He just hoped he knew what
he was getting himself into. He had always had a nasty habit of rushing into
dangerous situations before he bothered to engage his brain. Usually he
could fight his way out of any problem, but this time he was not as certain
that approach would work.

They reached Maeglin's rooms, Maeglin turned round for the first time when
he got to his door and gave Glorfindel a look telling him plainly that this
was his last chance to change his mind. When Glorfindel looked back
steadily,
Maeglin's mouth curved into a small smile and he held the door open for his
soon to be lover.

When Glorfindel stepped into the room to look around he noticed a
surprisingly sparse room for a royal prince, the only indication of his
station being the quality of the furniture and sheets. The door shut behind
him with a finality that made his heart leap into his throat.

Then he felt a hand run through his hair softly at first then rougher as it
got more entangled. Suddenly he felt a rough pull on his hair which jerked
his head back and made him gasp with pain. A warm mouth met his neck and he
decided to ignore the roughness. "Your hair is lovely meleth", whispered
that dangerous voice. Glorfindel's heart leapt at the unexpected endearment
from Meaglin. He was surprised by how much it meant to him though he
expected it was merely because his golden hair reminded him of another's.

Glorfindel shrugged off that thought and let himself relax into the embrace
of the Elf behind him while a trail of kisses was making its way down his
throat. A pale hand came round to the front of his tunic and started to undo
the ties.

Then he was turned round quickly and confronted by an amazing sight while
being pushed roughly towards the bed. Maeglin was standing in front of him
his eyes flashing with a raw hunger and his hair spread over his shoulders
in dark waves. He was frantically ripping off his clothes at a speed which
impressed Glorfindel immensely. Uncovering that smooth perfectly white skin
and firmly toned muscles which contrasted so beautifully with his dark
features. Soon he stood before him naked and Glorfindel thought he had never
looked as princely or proud as he did now. It was obvious the prince had no
embarrassment over his naked form, nor should he for every part of him was
beautiful. Then his eyes travelled lower and widened slightly in shock for
he had not realised Maeglin was so gifted.

Maeglin's mouth curled into a smile as he saw Glorfindel's reaction to his
sudden nakedness. "Your turn" he said standing above Glorfindel's prone
form.
Glorfindel reached a shaking hand to remove his own clothes before he saw
the look of displeasure which flitted over Maeglin's features. That look
made
him even more unsteady so that it seemed to take an age to even remove his
tunic. Which was nothing to what he felt when he saw Maeglin coming towards
him with a knife and a particularly calculating expression. Maeglin laughed
at the expression he saw on Glorfindel's face and the sound was beautiful.
All sound of harshness gone from that melodious voice though the danger
still resided somewhere at the back of that delightful sound. For a split
second Glorfindel forgot to panic as Maeglin pounced.

He pinned him to the bed and before Glorfindel could gain control of his
motor functions and begin to struggle he had quickly and efficiently cut off
every shred of clothing in sight and tossed the knife away carelessly.
Glorfindel gave a sigh of relief as he heard the knife clatter on the floor.
"You do not believe I would hurt you, do you?" asked Maeglin softly. "I?do
not know. Just then I thought you might" was Glorfindel's hesitant reply for
if he had lied it would surely have been detected. "Good, you must never
assume you know what I will do. For even I can not always tell. You can
never know if people will hurt you or not. Even if they may not mean to" He
looked faintly sad as he said this but soon regained his full composure and
stared at Glorfindel challengingly. Glorfindel frowned it was true Maeglin's
argument made logical sense but he could not agree with it. "Surely you must
learn to trust some people to the point where you at least believe they will
not hurt you. You must rely on other people sometimes". It was Maeglin's
turn
to frown "You are more naive than I would have thought if you believe that".
Glorfindel's face flushed with anger but Maeglin carried on. "The only
person
you can truly rely on is yourself. Everyone else will fail you eventually".
Glorfindel pushed himself up in his agitation "I can not believe that. To
believe such things only leads to despair". "Perhaps, or maybe it keeps you
safe". "What so that you can never care for anyone again! If that is safety
than I take danger" Glorfindel's eyes flashed dangerously and for the first
time Maeglin began to consider Glorfindel as a fair match for him.

"Well at least we agree on something." Maeglin replied pinning him back down
on the bed. Glorfindel let himself be pushed back but still looked confused.
"It's obvious you like danger". Before Glorfindel could reply he was pulled
into another searing kiss. Then without warning his hands were seized and
quickly tied above his head with a piece of his own cut clothing. He
struggled briefly but Maeglin was still on him holding back his strongest
movements. He opened his eyes to that infuriating face smirking down at him.
"What do you think you are doing?" he demanded. "I thought that would be
obvious" came the reply. Glorfindel narrowed his eyes "I will not be
restrained like this" With that he gave a large buck to try and dislodge
Maeglin but he proved too strong for him. Though he was glad to see that
smirk wiped off that lovely face. "I do not think you have much choice in
the matter Glorfindel. What did you expect when you saught me out? You did
not
expect to possess me did you?" Maeglin laughed when he saw the look of
uncertainty pass over Glorfindel's features. In truth he had not planned
what
would happen after they were alone together. Some part of him had assumed
Maeglin would submit like all the others. He suddenly realised this was
highly unlikely.

"You will submit, utterly."

Glorfindel was shocked by the command in these words. He knew he could not
disobey and was not entirely sure he wanted to. "Yes Master."
Maeglin smiled genuinely for once and it was like sunshine breaking through
storm clouds. "Good" was all he said.

Then he ran an admiring hand down Glorfindel's smooth body his eyes
lingering
on the slight tan lines which were evident at his waist and ankles. "So
unusual, you must spend a lot of time outside" he commented before he moved
his eyes to the evidence of Glorfindel's desire. His lips curved deliciously
at the sight.

That dark gaze so focused on his body made him tremble slightly. Maeglin
seemed to come to a decision and reached for another piece of cloth. This
one he tied round Glorfindel's eyes. Glorfindel faught his own instincts and
let him do this.

Time seemed to slow down as he waited for something to happen unerringly.
Finally he felt a hand draw itself down his body slowly. He wanted to yell
for some respite to this slow torture as the hand kept approaching his
aching member but shying away at the last moment, getting closer with each
stroke.

Pleasure burst behind his eyes and he yelled with surprise when he felt a
warm mouth envelop his shaft. He felt it recede and heard a soft sound of
amusement. Then felt a tongue lick its way up to the tip. He arched his back
in an unconscious attempt to get more contact but was roughly pushed back
down. "You liked that? Would you like me to continue?" Glorfindel heard the
trap in these words but could not help but nod. His whole body sang for
contact. "Good, then you will beg". With these words Maeglin sat back and
waited.

"No! I will not demean myself in such a way" he shouted.
"Then you will not get what you desire" was the patient reply.

He was stripped of the blindfold and confronted by an amused looking Elf.
Said Elf began kissing a trail down his body but again stopped before the
crucial area. He looked up and laughed again. By the Valar, he could take
any torture but the sound of that laugh was almost too much for him. He
strained against his bonds knowing he could not break them but desperate to
have the maddening creature before him.

"Just give in. Say it."The last was said as the owner of the voice pressed
himself against him and draped his soft hair over his face. "No" he said
more weakly this time. "You take more persuasion? I am impressed". This time
Maeglin sat up and instead of touching Glorfindel started to touch himself.
Running those gifted hands down his own body but always darting away from
the impressive arousal. Glorfindel watched those hands transfixed as they
explored the milky skin of their owner. In truth he had never seen anything
so beautiful or erotic. When a hand darted to the dark shaft a soft moan
escaped and that sound was enough.

"Please" he said weakly. His breath was coming in bursts and he thought he
would go mad if he did not find his release soon. Maeglin stopped his
activities and looked at Glorfindel before mutely reaching for a bottle in
the side table. Glorfindel soon found himself invaded by eager fingers
covered in softly scented oil. He stiffened at the sensation for he was
unused to it; it had been a long time since he had allowed his body to be
invaded in such a way. Feeling the resistance Maeglin removed the fingers
and slid up Glorfindel's body to plant a soft kiss on his cheek "You did
well, meleth".

There again was the unexpected tenderness which made Glorfindel's heart beat
painfully. This time he did not fight the invasion but allowed the fingers
in. Bearing himself against the pain until they found the bundle of nerves
which made him buck beneath them.

Soon Maeglin had positioned himself to take him. He took one last look at
Glorfindel before pushing himself in. Glorfindel felt his hole being ripped
with pain and then pleasure which was even more unbearable than the pain.
Maeglin set a merciless pace taking him hard and fast. Soon both Elves were
trembling uncontrollably and nearing climax. The concentration on Maeglin's
face was terrible to see but when Glorfindel came while screaming Maeglin's
name. A change came over that face. Suddenly it seemed he could see him
clearly for the first time. He was exposed to him. All the passion and pain
which were so artfully hidden came crowding into his face. As with a last
thrust he lost all control and shouted "Glorfindel!" towards the ceiling. He
shuddered to his climax and collapsed on top of him.

Glorfindel's heart was soaring, Maeglin had shouted his name not Idril's
like
he had half expected. Maeglin looked up at his lovers face his gaze
uncertain for once. He reached up and undid Glorfindel's bonds. Glorfindel
rubbed his wrists then pulled Maeglin towards himself in a tight embrace.
Maeglin felt stiff in his arms at first but then relaxed into it. It was
only then that Maeglin started to shake. "What is wrong?" asked Glorfindel
alarmed. "You make me feel weak" was the muttered reply. Glorfindel smiled
to himself, "Is that so bad?"
"Yes! You do not understand. I can not be weak or..." Maeglin's voice
faltered.
"Or what?" Glorfindel asked.
"Nothing" he said pushing himself away from Glorfindel. "I can not allow
this. I already have enough problems controlling myself around Idril".
"You do not have to control yourself around me" replied Glorfindel looking
sincerely into his lover's eyes. He did not like what he saw there. Nothing,
the icy control was back. "Of course I do. You can not expect me to trust
you!"
"Why not? What we just shared, surely that takes some trust"
Maeglin frowned "I did not mean it to be like that. I was just seeking
simple pleasure".
"Then you found something else?" Glorfindel's voice was hopeful.
"Maybe, but whatever it was its not welcome, not for me" Maeglin said in a
harsh voice getting off the bed and starting to dress.
Glorfindel's heart sank and he got off the bed to stand in front of Maeglin
"why not? Can you never care for anyone then? Will you give yourself to a
lonely existence?"
Maeglin looked up and he looked genuinely sad but replied "I will and
gladly. I would rather that than let myself be hurt again. Like all I have
loved have hurt me. Do you not forget that my father tried to kill me? My
mother died defending me, I wish that she had not for I am cursed. That is
why I must not be weak or my fathers curse will overtake me. Idril hurts me
with her indifference and you would hurt me too in time."
With that he strode towards the door now fully dressed but when he reached
it he turned back and said softly "I am sorry if I have caused you hurt. I
did not mean to. I wish things could have been different". Then before any
reply could be given he was out the door.

Glorfindel often sort out Maeglin but he was studiously avoided. Maeglin
started to spend all his time in the caverns and mines on the borders around
Gondolin seeming to seek solace in his isolation from the rest of the city.

Had he not been too afraid of weakness to realise that to be uncaring leant
him ever towards his doom. For how could he resist torture and pain to save
a city and people he did not care for? In the end he was weak but not
because of someone else. His own passions drove him mad and he betrayed the
great city of Gondolin to its ruin. As his own father had predicted he too
was thrown off the walls of Gondolin to his death.

Glorfindel continued to throw himself into danger, giving up his life to
defend the princess and her young son Earendil. He was rewarded and sent
back to help Elrond in later years.