Give Into Me
(1-8/28)
Author: Xantissa
Feedback: Aye, Aye Si! Uma! Please, do send it ;) xantissa@wp.pl
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: final: Elrohir/Elladan/Legolas; Erestor/Lindir. Other during the 
story: Elrohir/Legolas, Elrohir/Elladan, Erestor/Legolas/Lindir
Rating: NC-17 (or even more)
WARNINGS: BDSM, blood-play, D/s themes (slight), angst, incest, very 
GRAPHIC m/m sex. Use of daggers. If you don’t want a dominative, 
aggressive Legolas, don’t read.
Author notes: I always wanted to write a wicked Legolas. The idea came 
to me after reading the “Arrangement of thorns” by Kharessa Bloodrose. 
The story is different. I am mentioning her because I read her story but 
couldn’t find her address to send her feedback. 
I should also warn you that Erestor in this story is Legolas’ close friend 
that shares his… tastes.  Two gorgeous dominative Elves that just keep me 
busy ;)
Archive: Yes! Just ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien, not me. I just LOVE to play 
with them. Not making any money.
Summary: There is something amiss with Elrohir and Elladan. Erestor is 
worried and asks his close friend to help the twins. Legolas does it, in his 
own wicked way.

Part 1


The day was finally nearing it’s end. Erestor massaged the bridge of his 
nose and sighed. He had been working in his study as always, nearly 
buried under the piles of papers. But he was well used to this kind of 
work. What gave him a headache were the twin sons of Elrond. Recently 
there was something amiss with them. Tension… unspoken grudges… as 
their friend and long time tutor Erestor decided that he would not stand by 
and do nothing. He watched these last years. He had seen Elladan request 
a new room, away from his brother. He saw Elrohir bury himself in books, 
and so on. The twins were obviously tense in each other’s company and 
sought time alone but still refused to part completely. 

Finally, Erestor decided to end it. He had a very good idea what it was all 
about and since they both refused to speak to him, he found another 
solution.
Very few knew about his long time, special friendship with Legolas, the 
crown prince of Mirkwood. Through the years they both were lovers, on 
and off but they were not in love. Their tastes were too similar and since 
neither would ever yield it was better to simply stay friends that 
occasionally shared intimate moments. 

	Legolas was also a friend to the twins. Maybe not the closest one 
but still a friend and it would not be suspicious for him to suddenly come 
to Imaldis and stay for awhile. So Erestor sent him a letter. Since the 
matter was a very delicate one, he could not describe it in the message. 
Instead he just wrote that he needed Legolas’ help and hoped that the 
blondes’ curiosity would get the better of him. Again.

He smiled remembering his first meeting with the beautiful prince. The 
long gold hair, skin so delicate it almost seemed a dream and those large, 
deep pools of sapphire that looked ever so innocent, framed with long, 
dark eyelashes. His lean, lithe figure was that of a youngster, which the 
prince was, having only 300 years at the time. 

How he was mistaken. He’d wanted to seduce the prince, thinking that 
such an innocent creature would look incredibly enchanting beneath him, 
displayed on the dark, silken sheets with golden hair fanning around his 
head like a halo. 

It was so easy to lure him into his bedchambers, child’s play. He really 
was too old not to notice that it was a trap, but the sapphire eyes looking at 
him with such admiration cause all his brain cells to pool in a place 
definitely below his head. 

Erestor touched his chest where the marks had long ago healed. He 
remembered the almost naked, lithe form stretched so luxuriously on his 
bed, long legs parted lightly, his innocence clearly at war with want. His 
desire had flared and he had been anxious to make it good for them both. 
However, it was Legolas who had really spiced things up. 

Right in the middle of their lovemaking, when Erestor was so deep inside 
that pale body he thought he would never find his way back, he felt a 
tensing of muscles and the next thing he remembered was laying on his 
back, still buried inside the prince, staring into sparkling, wicked sapphire 
eyes that had no traces of innocence AT ALL in them and then the glint of 
light as Legolas pulled from under the covers a hidden dagger and started 
to play with it.  Still gazing into Erestor’s eyes, he put the tip of the deadly 
weapon to Erestors chest and then started moving. Each time he raised his 
hips sending bolts of pleasure down Erestor’s spine, he would cut his skin 
ever so lightly drawing erotic circles and abstract shapes of blood on his 
chest. 

They became lovers for the time of his visit in Mirkwood, the young Elf 
teaching him something new about himself each day. They both were just 
to dominative to last in a relationship. He sighed.

“My Lord, is everything all right?” asked a concerned voice.

Erestor raised his eyes, pulled from his thoughts, and looked at the silver 
haired Elf in front him. Lindir. His assistant for few decades now, a shy, 
quiet Elf that really knew how to do a good job. He was a little timid for 
Erestor’s tastes but still the elder Elf considered him almost a friend and 
not many were among those he called friends.

“Yes. My mind just wandered a little. Do not worry, Lindir.”

“Maybe you should rest a little, my Lord? You have been worried over 
something lately and it does not serve you well,” offered the silver haired 
Elf quietly.

Erestor was surprised that his assistant noticed his distress. Neither Elrond 
or Glorfindel did. 

“Maybe you are right. I think it is enough work for today. You can leave 
and have a short rest as well. I will finish this one paper and then retire to 
my chambers.”

Lindir hesitated for a moment, obviously wanting to add something, but 
finally nodded and left.

Erestor watched him move with the silent grace of the Elves and the sweet 
kind of innocence that he’d always found appealing, but he had to work 
with the Elf and pursuing him was not an option. He had a bad feeling that 
if he let himself think too much about his assistant he would have a 
problem stopping. So to avoid any trouble he cleared his mind of erotic 
images of the silver haired Elf and thought about other, golden haired one.

Yes. Things would get very interesting in Imaldis once the prince arrived.

A knock disturbed his thoughts and he frowned.

“Come in.”

“Well, well, my friend. Why are you frowning at me like this? I was 
convinced you wanted me to come here as soon as possible,” came the 
well known voice. 

Erestor rose from behind the desk and approached the blonde prince 
leaning casually on the door frame with his arms crossed.

“Legolas. I was just wondering when you would arrive. I must admit I 
haven’t expected you so quickly.”

Legolas flashed him one of his none-too-innocent, dazzling smiles and 
answered unfolding his arms.

“Oh… but you should know me better. After a message saying: Come to 
Imaldis as soon as possible, I need your help. What was I supposed to 
do?”

They stood nose to nose, so close that Erestor could smell Legolas skin 
and his body reacted. After all, they haven’t seen each other in a very long 
time.

“One can say that my curiosity was… aroused.”

Erestor let his eyes travel down the lithe figure in front of him. Legolas 
had obviously changed from his traveling clothes. He was now wearing 
tightly fitting, leather breeches and a dark green silk shirt that made his 
eyes look more like a sea than the sky.

Erestor could easily see the strong muscles of his long thighs flexing under 
the thin leather and the outline of the dagger attached to his forearm. The 
silk made his arms look broader and waist even narrower. The aura of 
sensuality was unmistakable. At the moment, Legolas was making no 
effort to hide his true nature, but when he wished, he could still manage to 
look as innocent as a child. 
Erestor also noticed the outline of a bulge between his legs.

“I see that not only your curiosity was… aroused.”

Legolas looked him straight in the eyes.

“Care to help me with it Mellonamin?”

Erestor did not answer. His hand moved so fast that Legolas barely saw it 
when it landed on his neck and jerked him sharply forward, his lips taken 
in a hard, bruising kiss. He felt his lips being crushed and knew it would 
leave a visible bruise. His complexion always showed every mark upon 
his skin.

He moaned when Erestor’s hard, demanding tongue darted into his mouth. 
He had no choice but to yield to the sensual assault. From time to time he 
enjoyed fevered encounters with Elrond’s advisor because no matter who 
was topping who, they both fought for dominance till the end.

His hands moved to Erestor hair, gripping the high braids in a death grip 
and jerking the advisors mouth from him, forcing him to tilt his head back, 
uncovering his long expanse of neck. Without so much as a thought, 
Legolas lowered his head and bit that delicate skin so hard he tasted blood 
and heard the hiss from the dark haired Noldo.

Using his hold he pushed Erestor to the wall and sucked the blood from 
the wound, purring like a cat and slowly grinding his now rock hard 
arousal into Erestor’s hip.

The advisor moaned but simultaneously fought to find a better grip on the 
princes’ shoulders to push him off. His own arousal just as evident.

Finally, the Noldo managed to reverse the tables and it was Legolas’ turn 
to yelp as Erestor twisted them around and slammed him against the wall 
with such force that the breath was knocked out of him. He opened his 
mouth to catch his breath but wasn’t given a chance. Erestor sealed his 
mouth so thoroughly that the only way to gain some oxygen was to share 
it with the advisor.

When his knees nearly gave, Erestor freed his lips and nipped at his ear, 
licking and sucking gently at the extremely sensitive tip.

Legolas closed his eyes and moaned loudly knowing what would come 
next. And soon he felt Erestor’s hands at his lacings.

“How do you want it ernil-bain?” The question was punctuated with a 
hand that slipped deftly into his breeches and closed over his erection.

“Hard,” answered the prince, closing his eyes in bliss.

“So you shall have it,” murmured the Noldo.

Legolas found his friend’s neck one more time and licked it, relishing in 
the sudden tension of Erestors body. The older Elf could never be sure 
what Legolas would do next. Would he be gentle and caring or ruthless 
and aggressive?

*	*	*

Lindir wasn’t looking where he was going, his attention focused on the 
paper he had in hands, a message from Lord Glorfindel. Erestor should 
have it right away. He figured that if the dark haired advisor was still 
working, he would give it to him, if he returned to his chambers, Lindir 
would wait until tomorrow. Erestor did need some rest.

He’d known he was helplessly in love with the older Elf for five years 
now. He’d never seen an Elf so exotic. Dark, raven hair and chocolate 
eyes so rare among Elves! The black clothes he wore and the stern 
expression that deterred most was just a mask. He was intelligent, witty 
and cunning abilities that earned him the admiration of the whole court. 
Lindir knew his admiration was bordering on worship but he couldn’t care 
less. All he wanted to do was to hide his feelings from Erestor so that he 
would not be cast away. Anything else… well it was his problem.    

He pushed the door open an inch or two when he heard a suspicious moan 
that jerked him out of his reverie. 

Cautiously he peeked into the study and his breath caught. His eyes went 
wide and face flushed as he watched the two Elves inside.

He instantly recognized the blond, beautiful face now flushed with desire 
and eyes closed as Erestor, his calm and collected superior, was sucking 
fervently on his neck leaving one hell of a passion mark and divesting the 
other of his shirt.

*	*	*

Legolas felt he was being watched and opened his eyes catching the sight 
of pale blue eyes behind the slightly ajar door watching them half with 
fascination, half with horror. 

Lindir, the assistant.

He locked their gazes, a threat obvious in his and watched with 
satisfaction as Lindir closed the door and made a hasty retreat. Legolas 
hadn’t failed to notice the way Lindir’s eyes lingered on Erestor’s body. 
So the assistant had the hots for the advisor?

He felt a wicked plan forming in his mind when he allowed himself to be 
thrown face down on the desk, his breeches already half way down.

“Oil…” he stated, knowing full well that if he allowed it, Erestor would 
skip even the barest preparation just to see Legolas squirming at the dinner 
table for few days.

“Top drawer,” came the calm reply as if Erestor wasn’t divesting him of 
the last of his clothes, and keeping him bent over his working desk with a 
death grip on his neck.

Legolas opened the drawer and felt for the vial.

“You keep oil in your desk?” he laughed, hissing when his erection was 
pressed into the hard wood. He gave the vial to Erestor. “What would 
Elrond…” He was stopped by two fingers that were pushed into his 
passage immediately. His knuckles turned white when he took hold of the 
edge of the desk, preparing himself for the pounding he was about to 
receive.

“You always spoke too much, Lirimaer”

Legolas always marveled at Erestor’s ability to sound calm, as if he was 
taking a stroll in the park, not preparing to take his lover on his desk, in his 
study. He wanted to laugh again but nearly choked when the two fingers 
were removed from his passage and he felt something much bigger 
nudging at his entrance. After a minutes pause, which stretched into a 
whole eternity for Legolas, Erestor pushed his cock balls deep into him in 
one smooth motion, eliciting a scream from the blonde.

Legolas was vaguely grateful for the older Elf’s pause to give him time to 
get used to the intrusion in his body. 

Erestor felt huge in him, stretching his walls impossibly wide, causing him 
pain. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe and closed his eyes against the 
pain and concentrated on the strange, yet exquisite feeling of fullness. He 
was doing this definitely too seldom, but finding a partner that was able to 
dominate him even in the slightest, was just too hard. And he wouldn’t lay 
with anybody. Just with those he trusted and Erestor was the only one.  

Finally, he felt Erestor grip his hips and move slowly, almost all the way 
out and then slamming back hard and deep, forcing a scream out of him. 
When he hit that special gland inside his body, Legolas screamed and 
pushed himself back, even being forced face down, fighting to control, to 
dominate.

Erestor grunted, forcing all the other sounds inside, not wishing to give his 
damn beautiful, irritating and lustful friend any more ammunition against 
him.

Their bodies moved in unison, slick with sweat and oil. Finally Erestor 
reached under the blonde and gripped his erection stroking him fast and 
hard, forcing him to orgasm, which he followed swiftly.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs to the floor and panted for a moment, 
then Legolas started laughing, almost rolling on the floor.

Erestor sat, leaning on the heavy desk and watched his lover with a 
seemingly stoic face, only his eyes betraying his amusement.

“So, do tell me, Erestor. Do you always greet your visitors in such a way? 
Is it Imaldis’ new politics? Maybe I should go and visit Elrond as well, 
what do you think?”

It was too much. Imagining their gentle and wise Lord in Legolas’ 
clutches, that devil with the face of an angel, broke the dam and Erestor 
roared along with Legolas.

“You would eat him alive!”

“Oh,” Legolas suddenly stopped laughing and stretched his naked body on 
the floor with lazy sensuality making even Erestor’s breath catch at seeing 
such beauty before him, “but I assure you my friend, that he would enjoy 
every single minute of it!”

Erestor only shook his head. He got up, even if somewhat unsteady, and 
headed to the door making sure it was closed and then took a bottle of 
wine and two glasses and came back to his still naked lover.

“Roll over Gwador”

Legolas raised his eyebrows.

Erestor scolded at him playfully. He really did feel better now.

“I need to check if I didn’t hurt you.”

Legolas’ expression softened and he rolled on his stomach, folding his 
arms beneath his head, allowing Erestor to probe him and asked.

“So, what was it that you needed of me?”

“It’s about the twins.”

“Has something happened?” Legolas asked, alarmed that his friends might 
be hurt.

“No and yes. They aren’t physically hurt but I think there is something 
amiss with them. They are tense, on edge… constantly troubled and 
distracted. It may end up with an accident as they are both warriors.”

Legolas hissed when Erestor’s fingers detected a small tearing. The 
advisor didn’t ask Legolas if everything was all right because he knew, the 
younger Elf would lie to him answering he was fine. 

Calmly he reached to his desk and found the healing salve he got from the 
healers just today.

“So they haven’t figured it out yet?” Legolas asked.

Erestor stilled for a moment.

“You knew?”

“That they are in love? Of course, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the 
lovers Elladan always took.”

“Yes. They always reminded me of Elrohir, dark haired, with big, curious 
eyes and a gentle innocence in them.”

“And submissive.”

“Because they were always very young. But I see what you are talking 
about. Instinctively he always tried to replace his brother.”

“Aye, but Elrohir is no better. His lovers are always gentle scholars… with 
silver or blonde hair… the total opposite to Elladan.”

Erestor only nodded finishing applying the salve.

“I want you to seduce Elrohir,” Erestor dropped the proverbial bomb.

Instantly Legolas rolled to look him in the eye, but before he had the time 
to speak, Erestor added:

“And then Elladan.”

Legolas narrowed his eyes.

“So when I leave, they will stay together.”

“Yes. You are the best person for this task. They trust you and Elrohir 
always had a thing for you.”

Erestor didn’t know what to expect. Yes, he hoped that Legolas would 
help him, but still it was a lot to ask. 

The thoughtful look in Legolas’ eyes convinced him he had chosen well.

Legolas looked at the door, then at Erestor and a small smile curved his 
lips. A smile that caused shivers to run down even Erestor’s back.

“You know my friend… I think I have a plan… Come to my rooms at 
nine. I think I will have a… present for you.”

“A present?”

“Yes…a cute one, but first tell me something about your assistant. He is 
one fine looking Elf…”

“Keep your hands off him,” Erestor warned, surprised at his own words.  
“He is too innocent for you.”

Legolas cocked his head, completely unfazed by his nudity whilst Erestor 
was still fully clothed. The advisor was just a bit too protective of his 
assistant. He smiled again and gave the surprised Noldo a quick kiss 
before standing up to get dressed.

This would be a very interesting night…

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translations:
Mellonamin – My Friend
Ernil-bain – beautiful prince
Lirimaer – lovely, or beautiful one
Gwador = trusted friend.

Give Into Me, Part 2

Summary: Erestor gets his present, and the present gets his dreams 
fulfilled. ;-)


Lindir was terrified to say the least. He was shocked to find Erestor with 
Legolas in his study but realized that he shouldn’t have been, after all, 
Legolas was beautiful and of noble blood … so different than he himself. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about the advisor consumed by passion, so 
utterly concentrated on the young prince. He envied him. To be the centre 
of such focus … he thought wistfully. 

When he came back to his chambers he knew he needed to find release. 
He reached beneath his clothes and took himself in hand still thinking 
about the way Erestor looked in that brief moment he’d seen him. He 
imagined what it would be to take Legolas’ place, to feel those nimble 
hands moving over his body, lips covering his … and suddenly, when he 
was about to come an unwanted image came to his mind. Those 
incredible, sapphire eyes suddenly snapping open and staring straight into 
his eyes.

He came with a strangled moan and collapsed on his bed.

And now, four hours later he was panicking anew. 

One of the maidens gave him a note from the Prince of Mirkwood. He was 
expecting to see him at eight. Lindir was terrified. He still vividly 
remembered the open threat in his eyes and the predatory look of his face.

Finally he decided that it was no use in stalling, he couldn’t possibility 
deny the prince, especially if he was guilty. 

He knocked shyly in the door.

“Come in,” Came the smooth reply.

With heart in throat he opened the door. 

He found himself in a luxuriously decorated sitting room. Prince Legolas 
was sitting in one of the chairs, his upper body bare, wearing only tight 
fitting, leather breeches. Lindir also noticed the leather gloves, without 
fingers, so tight they seemed a part of his elegant hands, that looked 
strangely menacing, and of course the ever-present dagger attached to his 
forearm.

“Hello Lindir,” Legolas greeted him, his eyes glittering with something 
primal and dangerous.

Lindir had a sudden vision of a big, dangerous cat sitting lazily in front of 
him, looking bored and sweet but capable of lightning-fast movement to 
kill his victim. It didn’t help that he felt like a mouse. A mouse that was 
about to be eaten…

“Good evening, my Lord.”

Legolas smiled at him and Lindir wondered how somebody with such a 
beautiful face could look so menacing?

“Do you know why I sent for you?”

Lindir nodded, feeling his face flush at the memory.

Legolas regarded him with amusement for a moment, but suddenly his 
face hardened and his sapphire eyes changed, becoming full of cold fire.

“Speak, when asked.”  He did not raise his voice, but Lindir felt the 
command like a slap. He swayed a little, surprised at the effect the prince 
had on him and stammered a reply.

“Yes…, my Lord.”

Legolas smiled at him once again, only the corners of his lips turning up. 
The smile however had no mirth in it and Lindir thought he would rather 
not see it at all when he felt cold shivers run down his spine.

“You watched.” It wasn’t a question.

“N…no, my Lord, I mean it was just an accident! I never knew that Lord 
Erestor wasn’t alone I just… it…” He broke off when Legolas stood from 
his chair.

Lindir’s breath caught, the movement was a simple one and it shouldn’t 
have such an effect on him, but he had never seen such a grace. The 
simple task of unfolding his long figure changed into a sensual show as 
Legolas’ muscled limbs slowly flowed into position until he stood straight 
and tall in front of Lindir.

Legolas was tall even by elven standards and towered over him.  His eyes 
regarding him with mocking amusement and a cold fire that made him feel 
like a little bird trapped inside a cage with a predator.

“You watched… him.”

Lindir’s heart stopped for a moment, his face ashen. How it was possible 
that Legolas guessed his feeling from one look?!

He started shaking his head in useless denial and wanted to step back, 
escape the proximity of the dangerous blonde but was stopped as Legolas 
suddenly reached out and touched his face with only his fingertips. The 
silver haired Elf froze where he stood, his heart fluttering in his chest and 
unwanted memories came back. He remembered touching himself in his 
room and then, at the last moment, recalling the predatory look in the 
princes’ eyes that sent him over the edge.

Seeing his reaction, Legolas smiled as if he could read Lindir’s thoughts 
and the younger Elf flushed with humiliation.

“You lust after my lover…” Legolas purred in a low, dangerous voice and 
smiled a little broader at seeing the way Lindir trembled under his touch, a 
touch that kept him a prisoner better than any bonds would. He would 
have so much fun in tormenting this one before he gave him to Erestor. He 
even prepared a big, red ribbon to tie around Lindir’s neck when he 
finished with him.

He would tie, gag and stretch him naked on his bed and well… prepared 
for his friend. Just thinking about it made his mouth water. He knew he 
was scaring the poor Elf to death but he also knew he wouldn’t carry out 
any of his threats, well most of them. 

As much as he liked dominating his lovers and scaring them a little, he 
would never do anything to them without their previous consent and 
consent forced with blackmail was no consent at all. Still he would have 
great fun in scaring the assistant.

“…And I think I should punish you for it.”

Lindir whimpered a little, like a small, frightened animal.

“So, Pen-neth, I believe you will take your punishment without a word of 
complaint or else…” He did not finish but the way Lindir’s eyes widened 
told him, the threat found its mark.

Legolas let his hand trail along the sharp bones of the Elf’s jaw and then 
down, lightly touching his neck, feeling the wildly beating pulse and never 
taking his gaze from the pale blue eyes staring at him with half terror and 
half… what? Desire? Interest? There definitely was something… positive.

“What do you choose, Pen-melui?”

His voice changed it’s timbre to a low, husky whisper that left no room for 
doubts. Legolas barely stopped a chuckle at seeing how Lindir’s eyes 
widened and his nostrils flared in panic. He was indeed a very enticing 
Elf, a soft one. He would probably yield most sweetly. It was a shame that 
he wouldn’t take him. No. That privilege belonged to Erestor because it 
was him that the assistant really wanted, even if his body reacted to 
Legolas. Still it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with him…

Legolas let his hand slide upwards along the long, pale neck and he 
cupped Lindir’s face with gentle yet strong fingers, establishing his power 
from the very beginning.

He leaned closer and lowered his face so that his lips were a hairsbreadth 
from the assistant’s. He stilled for a moment, relishing in the fine tremors 
that ran through the other Elf’s body. So Legolas affected him. 

With a light curve of his lips he closed the distance between them and 
kissed Lindir. The silver haired Elf stiffened immediately, giving a small 
whimper of protest but didn’t try to stop Legolas otherwise. Slowly but 
insistently, Legolas pushed his tongue past the soft, sweet lips and nudged 
at the closed teeth. When he didn’t get an immediate response, he let his 
hand slide a little higher and his thumb brushed against the exquisitely 
sensitive, pointed tip of Lindir’s ear. The other sighed and allowed 
Legolas entrance to the hot cavern of his mouth.

Legolas felt a thrill kissing such a shy creature. Slowly, he managed to 
coax him to answer the kiss. Reluctantly and unsure but the younger Elf 
was starting to melt in his hands. He pressed his lips a little harder and 
moved so that his hard, lithe body brushed against the softer one. 

Lindir whimpered again, completely lost in sensations. He was 
apprehensive and angry with Legolas for using his position like this, but 
some little corner of his mind agreed that he found surprising enjoyment in 
being dominated, devoid of any choice. 

Lindir was a scholar, he spent his whole life in libraries, while Legolas 
was a skilled warrior and almost legendary archer. When Legolas pressed 
his body against him, he felt all the hard muscles and strength hidden 
beneath the soft clothes and to his utter shame, he felt a stirring in his 
groin.

Flushed he wanted to turn around and escape but couldn’t. The prince’s 
tongue devouring him, thumb still softly stroking his incredibly sensitive 
eartip, the other hand slowly stroking his back, made him as pliant as clay. 

Legolas smiled when he felt the hard bulge press into his thigh. He let his 
hand sneak lower, never breaking the kiss and cupped the assistant’s hard 
arousal. Lindir moaned and threw his head back, his face flushed even 
more.

“Don’t move,” the prince ordered with a wicked, dangerous gleam in his 
eyes.

Lindir literally froze, seeing the archer release his sharp, deadly dagger. 
Sapphire eyes caught pale blue ones. Legolas flickered out his pink tongue 
and licked the tip of the dagger, seemingly oblivious to its sharp edges. He 
caught the dilating of Lindir’s pupils indicating his growing arousal. Yes, 
the assistant was his.

Lindir kept perfectly still as the knife glided along his chest and legs, 
pressing into his clothes, touching along lightly scraping his skin but never 
breaking it. He was so focused on the sensation of cold mithril kissing his 
skin that it took him a moment to understand that his tunic was cut from 
his body. He should feel exposed, but the only thing that he could feel was 
the incredible burning left from the trail of the knife. 

Legolas smiled at him, pleased with his reaction and regarded the lightly 
pink traces forming on the pale skin of the younger Elf. 

“Such a beautiful sight you make… Having you in my power will be most 
pleasurable.” Purred Legolas, making sure the other saw his appreciation.  

Lindir blushed even more and looked down. Legolas considered punishing 
him for averting his eyes but decided against it. After all Erestor should 
have the pleasure to train his new pet.

Slowly he leaned close and trailed his tongue along the scratch near 
Lindir’s collarbone. Next he found a pale nipple and fastened his lips 
around it, sucking it hard, making Lindir squirm and moan.

When he decided that it was enough, he stepped away and looked into 
dilated, misty eyes. Lindir was obviously lost in his desire and it did not 
matter if he liked Legolas or not. He lusted after him.

The Mirkwood prince went to the closed door leading to his bedchamber 
and opened it.

“Here you have to choose, pen-neth. You can turn around and leave. I will 
not punish you in any way… except telling Erestor of course. Don’t you 
think that my lover deserves to know what is going on with his 
assistant?”he asked, knowing that it would scare Lindir more than any 
threat. “Or you can disrobe and join me in there. Once you close the door 
behind you, you will belong to me. You will speak only when asked and 
do everything I order you to do,” he heard the panicked gasp from behind 
and finally turned around to look the terrified Elf in the eyes. He took a 
small rattle from the table and showed it to Lindir.  “However, I do not 
wish to hurt you. If you decide to join me, you have to take the rattle with 
you. If you drop it, I will know that you cannot stand what I am doing and 
everything will stop. However if you do give into me, I can assure you it 
will be worth it.”

Lindir looked at the closed door and wondered how it had all come to this. 
He was young and inexperienced but still, he had previous… experience. 
He had been with a man once. His lover had proved to be harsh and, 
unexpectedly, Lindir had found pleasure in it. In being dominated. 
Although his lover lacked gentleness, he was thinking about him and made 
sure to return the pleasure. 

He was surprised that someone looking as gentle and beautiful as Legolas 
could prove to be so dominative but it didn’t… discourage him. He felt a 
shiver run down his spine. Despite his previous experience he was afraid. 
After that encounter he was led to believe that succumbing to such low 
desires were … bad, a shameful thing. The guilt made him work even 
harder and try to be even more proper than before. He didn’t want to live 
through it again.

However, he also didn’t want Erestor to know his secret. He had been 
keeping his love hidden from him for years and was terrified that Erestor 
would send him away. 

The question remained.

Was he willing to submit to Legolas? The blond prince was blackmailing 
him but Lindir wasn’t sure if he would really carry out on his threats. Still 
there was a real possibility he would.

All in all he felt torn. Excited and scared at the same time. If he was 
honest with himself he had to admit that if it was Erestor who proposed 
such thing to him, he would have agreed without a second thought.

With a heavy sigh he approached the small rattle.

If he agreed, he would probably enjoy himself because Legolas didn’t 
strike him as a violent, cruel Elf. He wasn’t sure how he would feel 
afterwards. He was afraid he didn’t have enough strength to remain 
unaffected.

However a small, insistent voice inside his head that sounded suspiciously 
like Erestor’s kept telling him that since Legolas and Erestor were lovers, 
and Legolas made a plaything from him, maybe he would introduce him to 
Erestor?

The very thought of lying with the controlled advisor made his heart 
pound.

Was it worth it? Could he yield to the surprisingly dangerous prince? 
What if his dreams came true? He knew he had no chance in interesting an 
elf like Erestor with somebody as ordinary as himself, but if he could 
share some intimate moments with him, it would be enough. Maybe they 
would become friends?

Finally, making his decision, he reached to the lacings of his leggings. It 
was worth a try.

Quickly he undressed and then took hold of the small rattle. He 
understood what was asked of him and his body hummed with excitement, 
while his mind still felt apprehensive. Maybe if he was good enough, 
Legolas would offer him to Erestor?

*	*	*

Legolas smiled internally when he heard the door to his bedchamber open 
and tentative footsteps approaching.

He kept still, his attention focused on the beautiful night outside.

“Light the candles,” he ordered, not bothering to look at his prey.

He expected some questions, hesitation… an awkward silence and was 
truly surprised to hear light movements when Lindir complied without a 
word. 

Legolas arched his eyebrow and turned around to look at the naked elf 
moving around the room, lighting the candles.

He seemed completely focused on his task. He must have felt Legolas’s 
eyes on him but didn’t pause even for a second.

Legolas felt his groin tightening even more at the silent display of 
obedience and grace. Soft, flickering light gave Lindir’s skin a shade of 
gold, making him look even softer than before.

What surprised him was the gracefulness of the scribe’s movements. The 
way he stretched to reach the candles, arched his back… he was making a 
show with his body. Offering a sensual feast for Legolas’s eyes only. The 
young elf surely knew what he was doing.

When he finished, the assistant came back to the center of the room and 
stopped, eyes fixed on the floor and arms at his sides. He must have felt 
exposed and vulnerable, but kept himself from trying to hide from the 
prince’s stare.

Legolas approached him, focusing his whole attention on him but 
refraining from speaking, wanting to build the tension. When he was close 
enough he could easily see the tremors that rocked Lindir’s body, the 
obvious sign of his nervousness and apprehension. However, when he 
looked lower he saw the hardening member. Maybe he wasn’t completely 
erect but most assuredly on his way there.

Slowly Legolas circled the still elf, allowing his eyes to roam over the 
soft, delicate body of a scholar. He was so different than himself! Where 
Legolas’ muscles were hard and spoke of power, Lindir was soft and 
delicately built, almost like a youngster would be. Unexpectedly he found 
it endearing. His silver hair reached only to his shoulder blades and 
Legolas moved it back over his shoulder so that Lindir’s neck was 
exposed to him.

The prince stopped right behind the smaller Elf, so close that Lindir could 
easily feel his body heat and then he put his hand on one bare shoulder, 
admiring the softness of his skin, the sharp contrast of the black leather of 
his fingerless gloves on the white skin and the sudden intake of breath 
coming from the younger elf. 

He moved his hand so very slowly, relishing the feeling of Lindir’s body 
heat seeping through the soft leather and the shivers that ran through his 
body.

Acting on impulse he leaned closer and licked the exposed nape of his 
neck, his hand stopping over Lindir’s rapidly beating heart.

He felt the younger elf jerk forward but soon he willed himself to stay 
motionless and quiet. Testing his reactions and giving into his desire, he 
kissed his neck again and then bit unexpectedly, not hard enough to draw 
blood but enough to leave a mark.

A strangled moan was Lindir’s only reaction. Legolas smiled to himself 
and then put his hand on the younger elf’s shoulder and pushed down 
lightly.

Lindir immediately understood and gracefully sank to his knees.

“It is not your first time.”  It was more a statement than a question.

“Nay, my Lord.”

“Tell me.”

Lindir licked his lips, still looking on the floor.

“I… have had a lover that…” he blushed furiously, unable to continue.

“Ah… so you do find pleasure in submitting?”

“Aye, my Lord,” answered Lindir shyly, guilt evident in his voice.

Legolas frowned. Was he ashamed of his desires? He focused on the 
younger elf, trying to read his body language. There was submission. He 
was eager yet apprehensive. Somebody must have convinced him that 
finding yielding pleasurable is something wrong, shameful.

“I think you are very brave, pen-melui,” Legolas murmured softly, trying 
to both reassure his almost-lover and not to step out of character. He 
touched the silky tresses and petted him gently, letting his fingertips 
lightly touch the sensitive ears.  “You obey me most sweetly.”

The blush deepened and Lindir hung his head trying to hide behind the 
silver curtain of hair.

“Don’t hide from me, Lindir,” Legolas said softly, reaching for his chin 
and lifting it so that Lindir had to look up at him, while he knelt in front of 
him.  “There is nothing wrong or shameful in your desires, and acting on 
them you give me pleasure. Do not feel guilty, sweet one.”  Putting the 
game aside for a moment, Legolas kissed the smaller elf tenderly, letting 
him know that he really appreciated the gift of his submission. 

When he felt Lindir relax a little he allowed his hand to sneak lower down 
and his fingers closed over the partly aroused elfhood that quickly bobbed 
to full attention under his touch.

Then he slowly stood up, losing nothing of his cat like grace and looked at 
the flushed elf at his feet. His hair was dishelved, pupils dilated and lips 
lightly swollen from kisses. 

“Pleasure me.”

Momentarily forgetting himself, Lindir locked his pale blue eyes with the 
intense sapphire ones, that had lost their gentleness completely, sending 
shivers down his spine. 

*	*	*

Lindir stared into the beautiful face, finding it dangerous once more. He 
was shocked by the sudden change in Legolas. From gentle, caring lover 
to master in less than a heartbeat. 

Completely out of balance, having trouble swallowing he reached for the 
lacings of the leather breeches. 

He was so focused on his task, that he didn’t notice Legolas take his knife 
once more until he felt the flat, cold surface press lightly to his cheek.

He looked up again, finding the sapphire eyes focused on him completely, 
full of fire so hot it scared him.

Somehow he expected to be treated as a plaything. It didn’t matter who he 
was just what he was doing, so having all that fierce attention focused 
solely on him, took him aback.

“Put your hands behind your back, Lirimaer.”

Immediately Lindir complied, never taking his eyes off Legolas, trusting 
him not to hurt him with the knife. While his eyes never left his blond 
master, all his attention was on the cold, hard piece of steel sliding over 
his bare skin. 

The prince finished unlacing his breeches and opened them so that his 
hard, elegant erection bobbed free, just inches from Lindir’s face.

The younger elf could smell the pre-come and the musky scent that was 
Legolas alone. Not pausing to ponder his actions he parted his lips and 
took the weeping head into his mouth, running his tongue along the 
swollen shaft, caressing it, licking and sucking, swallowing his length 
deep within the warmth of his mouth drawing soft sighs from the blond 
prince.

Lindir closed his eyes, loosing himself completely in the sensation of 
feeling the swollen member in his mouth, suckling it to give Legolas more 
pleasure. Since he wasn’t allowed to use his hands, he closed his lips over 
the shaft, sucked hard and started to rock his body forward and backward, 
wishing he could take the entire shaft into his mouth, but he’d never 
known how to do it.

*	*	*

Legolas closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself, he never 
expected the scribe to be this WILLING to pleasure him. He knew he was 
nearing the edge when Lindir’s teeth grazed his tender flesh and sent 
sparks of pleasure and pain up his spine. He had to see him.

So he opened his eyes and looked at the kneeling elf. His face was flushed, 
eyes closed and brow furrowed in obvious concentration. Legolas’ 
breathing quickened once more when he looked as his wet, glistening shaft 
disappeared and reappeared from between the pink, swollen lips.

Lindir strained to keep his hands behind his back, the tension evident in 
his shoulders. His whole body was taut with tension, his cock fuller and 
darker now, seeping pre-come on his lean thighs while he rocked, 
pleasuring him.

Legolas sheathed the knife and immediately caught fistfuls of the silver 
hair, gripping them hard but not painful and directed Lindir’s movements 
so that he was giving him more pleasure. He was awed at Lindir’s pliancy. 
The way he allowed Legolas to do whatever he wished.

It didn’t take long and with a strangled moan Legolas spilled his release 
into the assistant’s mouth watching him swallow, his eyes still closed.

He panted heavily but knew it was only a beginning.

“Clean me with your tongue,” he ordered in a powerful, commanding 
voice that sent shivers through the younger elf.

Lindir did not open his eyes but obeyed immediately and Legolas watched 
the agile, pink tongue darting out and licking his softening member at first 
tentatively but then with more enthusiasm.

This elf was a natural.

With a soft sigh, he finally moved from the enticing assistant. The time 
when Erestor was to come was nearing and he needed to prepare Lindir 
for his guest.

“Stand up.”

He watched as the silver haired elf raised himself with grace, his eyes still 
on the floor.

“Go to the bed and lay on it face down.”

Legolas watched the smaller elf as he carried out his orders and smiled at 
the beautiful submission in him. Carefully, he lowered himself on the silk 
sheets and shifted uncomfortably, when his erection was pressed onto the 
mattress.

Legolas took a small pillow from the chair and approached the bed. He 
had only fifteen minutes.

“Raise your hips.”

He saw Lindir tense at the command, obviously unsure, but still he 
complied. Legolas pushed the pillow under his hips and smiled at hearing 
the soft, grateful sigh.

“You remember what you have to do, to stop everything?” he asked once 
more. He knew that the elf was aroused so much that he would probably 
agree to anything now to find his release.

In answer Lindir shook the rattle.

“Aye, you know.”  Legolas left him and opened a beautifully crafted box 
made from an oak tree.  “I am going to tie you now. Then I am going to 
put a mask on you. Afterwards I will spank you…”  He paused, hearing 
sharp intake of breath.  “But not hard, don’t worry. You have such 
wonderful, pale skin. Don’t you think that a little blush to those sweet 
buttocks would make them all the more attractive? I can tell you that 
Erestor would like it, very much so…

Legolas smiled seeing as Lindir’s body went rigid at mentioning his 
friend.

“Oh, haven’t I mentioned it?” he asked with fake surprise in his voice. “I 
have invited him here.”

Lindir gave a terrified and surprised squeak but did not try to move from 
the bed.

“Do not fret, sweet one. I know you want him and I decided to give you to 
him as a present. But first I must prepare you, so be a good elf and lay 
still.”

He took several silk scarves from the box and approached the younger elf 
silently. Then he touched one of his legs and smiled at the surprised yelp, 
the elf released.

*	*	*

Lindir’s mind reeled. Erestor? Erestor was to come here? And see him like 
that? Bound, aroused and with flaming buttocks?

His face blushed in shame, but still a part of him desperately wanted to 
feel the touch of the cold advisor. So he stayed in position wondering 
about his situation and not hearing Legolas till the prince touched his 
ankle. He nearly jumped, and expected to be scolded for it, but nothing 
like that happened.

He felt the prince grab both of his ankles and push them apart. Lindir 
pressed his face into the pillow knowing that he was now exposed 
completely to the other elf. 

“Beautiful,” Legolas murmured and in a quick, obviously well practiced 
movement, tied both his legs to the bedposts. 

Experimentally, he tried to move his legs but found them completely 
immobile. Then Legolas moved up his body and took his wrists. Placing 
them above his head, he tied them with an additional scarf to another 
bedpost. 

Lindir trembled imagining how he looked. Naked, lost in passion, bound 
and completely immobile with legs stretched wide… if it was possible, his 
member hardened even more. Unconsciously he started rocking his hips 
against the pillow in vain attempt to gain some friction.

A sharp, stinging slap to his left buttock stopped him short.

“I though I told you not to move?” Legolas hissed dangerously. 

“I’m sorry, my Lord,” Lindir managed shakily, but it was too late. Another 
sharp slap landed on his ass cheek and he yelped in pain. 


*	*	*

Legolas stopped, watching the red marks rise on his skin and smiled 
because Lindir was squeezing the rattle as if his life depended on it. His 
eyes were tightly shut and lips parted a little. 

The prince touched the red mark, feeling the heat of it and stroked it 
lightly knowing that pain had long ago turned intp tingling that left the 
skin unbearably sensitive to touch. 

After a moment he sat on the bed, between Lindir’s legs and hit him once 
more. The yelp Lindir gave and the way his muscles tensed in anticipation 
made Legolas hum with appreciation. Indeed a sweet one.

Seeing that it wasn’t his first time with spanking he decided not to be too 
gentle and showered the assistant’s behind with a flourish of slaps 
alternating from gentle to so hard that even his hand stung under the glove. 
Lindir’s whole body was tense, rigid even, hands and legs straining 
against the bonds, fighting him and all the time keeping the rattle in his 
hands.

When Legolas stopped he was breathing hard and Lindir’s ass was a fiery 
red color. He had his eyes tightly shut, he bit his lip so hard it bled and 
Legolas noticed a few tears that had escaped him, still glittering on his 
eyelashes.

“Sedho, sweet one. I have finished,” Legolas murmured while touching 
the incredibly tender cheeks. He stroked them gently, letting the heat seep 
through his gloves. “Shh… it’s ok, you did good pen-neth, really good.” 

Lindir sniffed lightly, but simultaneously raised his hips to make Legolas’ 
touch a little harder.

Legolas smiled at him with surprising gentleness.

“It feels good, doesn’t it pen-melui?”

Lindir only moaned in response.

“I will have to finish preparations now, sweet one. Erestor should be here 
any minute.”

With one last gentle stroke to his backside, Legolas stood up and took the 
wide, velvet mask that would hide Lindir’s features quite well. The dim 
light and mask should be enough for Erestor to not recognize his assistant 
right away.

“When Erestor comes, you will not speak. Do you understand?”

“Aye,” came the shaky reply.

“Good.”

Slowly Legolas made his way to Lindir’s head. He leaned close enough to 
catch his pale blue eyes. 

Lindir’s pupils were dilated, lost in the passion, his body covered with a 
light coat of sweat. Pale expanse of soft, tender skin flushed with pink and 
those exquisite buttocks flaming read. Legs spread with muscles tense and 
quivering, waiting for the next caress or blow, it didn’t matter at this point. 
Whatever Legolas did to him, Lindir would find it pleasurable. 

Overcome by sudden tenderness he leaned closer and touched his lips to 
that of the bound elf. At first it was a chaste, even delicate kiss, only his 
lips touching the soft, moist, lightly swollen lips once. He heard Lindir 
sigh lightly and then try to lean closer into the touch, despite his bonds. 

Legolas finally touched those lips with his tongue when he gave into the 
wordless plea and deepened the kiss.

Lindir instantly parted his teeth welcoming the kiss, his own tongue 
caressing Legolas’ like a welcome party. The prince sneaked his hands 
into the silver tresses and let his thumbs play with the sensitive tips of 
Lindir’s ears. Legolas smiled into the kiss hearing the elf moan and purr 
low in his throat while pressing even harder into the kiss.

When he finally broke, they were both panting and he was hard again but 
he had no more time to play with the eager assistant.

With a smile he fastened the wide, velvet mask, obscuring most of the 
younger elf’s face and reached for the final item.

With a wicked glint in his eyes he showed Lindir the large, red ribbon and 
chuckled at the squeak the scribe gave. 

Finally satisfied with his work, he glanced at the stars and knew that 
Erestor would be there any minute. He crawled onto the bed, lying beside 
the bound elf and propped his head on one shoulder while lying himself 
casually in his side, with one hand trailing some fantastic shapes on 
Lindir's back, sometimes straying to the flaming buttocks.

Lindir shivered and arched underneath the soft caress that did nothing to 
ease his desire, only pushing it higher. He had to use all his willpower not 
to thrust into the pillow under his hips.

“Shh… lirimaer, it won’t be too long now… sedho,” Legolas soothed 
him, still caressing his spine, sometimes letting his hand sneak under his 
chest and play with his hard, begging nipples. 

*	*	*	

Erestor, surprised than no one was waiting for him in the sitting room, 
frowned at the extinguished candles. It looked almost as if no one was 
here, but he knew his friend. If Legolas had invited him, that meant he 
would be here.

After a brief moment he headed towards the bedchamber doors suspecting 
that whatever gift Legolas had in mind, was of an erotic nature. His 
curiosity was spiked and he opened the door just in time to hear Legolas 
whispering soft yet commanding words in his unique, husky, and fire 
filled voice that allowed him to dominate even the most courageous. 

“… Shh… lirimaer, it won’t be too long now… sedho.”

The chamber was barely lit, only a few candles placed away from the bed 
and an opened window provided any light.

However he was still able to see the two figures on the bed. First his eyes 
were drawn to the golden prince stretched so casually over the bed, his 
eyes sparkling with mischief and hands trailing easy lines over the other 
elf’s spine. 

Then Erestor moved his eyes to the other figure. Long, lithe body… 
almost delicate, stretched on his stomach, with arms and legs bound to the 
bedposts. 

When he came closer he noticed the shivers and tension in the elf’s body. 
Noticed the pale skin and the shockingly red buttocks, obviously Legolas’ 
work.

He couldn’t recognize the obviously young elf because his face was 
hidden behind a mask. His body reacted at once at the carefully arranged 
sight before him, because he knew that Legolas had arranged the scene 
like a painter would. His body clad in tight leather breeches and those 
maddeningly sexy fingerless gloves, was a picture of relaxation, ease and 
sensuality while the other body was stretched, taut with tension, muscles 
quivering, the need so obvious in his ragged breathing and flushed skin 
covered with sweat.

“Well Mellonamin, how do you find my gift?”

The voice rang with mirth and nearly oozed with sensuality, a trick that 
Erestor believed only Legolas knew how to pull off. 

“I find it very… surprising,” Erestor said, remembering that the prince had 
arrived only a few hours earlier to Imladris.

“Only surprising?”

Erestor smiled at the fake disappointment and almost childlike pout on 
Legolas’ beautiful face.

“I must admit I find your gift very appealing… and needy if I am not 
mistaken.”

Legolas pretended to search Lindir's body for signs of need.

“I truly believe you are not mistaken. He really is sweet, isn’t he?” asked 
Legolas, getting out of bed.

“Aye, sweet… especially that red ribbon around his neck.”

Legolas beamed at him, momentarily reminding Erestor just how young 
he really was.

“I thought you would like that. After all it would be ill bred of me to give 
you a present that wasn’t properly wrapped, wouldn’t it?”

“But still I must admit that the wrapping is very… limited. There will be 
not much unwrapping involved.”

Legolas smiled at his stern voice and regarded his stoic face.

“Oh but I think you shall like him anyway. I decided that he was too pale 
and it was only for you that I… made sure, he had a little more… color.”

Erestor watched the prisoner for any sign of displeasure. He knew Legolas 
had the tendency to NOT warn his lovers about some of his ideas. 
Erestor’s keen eyes located the small, silver rattle instantly. The elf was 
clutching it tightly, obviously not wanting it to slip from his grasp.

*	*	*

Legolas smiled watching his controlled, dark lover as his eyes roamed 
over the stretched figure on his bed. He approached him and stopped only 
inches from his back, leaning closer and whispering into his ear.

“He is all for you. I made sure he will be pliant and soft for you but I 
haven’t touched him. He is most sweet I assure you. So beautiful, pale, 
innocent and eager.”  He all but purred his words into the pointed ear 
hidden under the dark hair, “He knows I prepared him for you, my friend. 
He desires you greatly…”  Legolas watched with fascination as Erestor’s 
pupils dilated and his breathing quickened.

Legolas’s fingers sneaked to the front of Erestor’s tunic and started 
undoing the lacings all the time whispering, “He wants his release so 
badly he will agree to anything you will ask of him.”  He gave into 
temptation and moved the black hair behind the counselor’s ear and licked 
the pointed ear, then sucked it making Erestor shudder in pleasure. 
However the black eyes never left the bound figure.  “Can you see how 
much he wants you? How he trembles? I have been delaying his pleasure 
for an hour now. For you. Only for you, my friend. Can you see how much 
his thighs tremble? How his buttocks tense when he tries not to thrust 
against the pillow?” Legolas stopped for a moment, long enough to divest 
the almost hypnotized Erestor of his tunic. He had never seen the advisor 
so lost in the sight. There was no question that the counselor would take 
the younger elf, marking him as his. Even if Legolas was more passionate 
with them, it was Erestor who showed his possessiveness in a fierce way. 

Although Erestor was totally captivated by the scene, it was Lindir who 
moaned at hearing Legolas’s words. How he longed for some kind of 
relief! And the very though of Erestor claiming him, filling… taking him 
was more than he could endure in silence. 

The moan seemed to jerk Erestor from his haze.

“And what do you want?” Erestor asked cautiously. He knew from 
previous experience that Legolas had a wicked mind and loved plotting 
and scheming above all. It was his second nature. 

He could feel Legolas smile against his neck, while his hands roamed over 
his hard, muscled chest. He was not only a politician but a warrior also, 
but that was a fact he’d rather kept a secret. 

“Not much. I will leave you here with him… if you promise me two 
things.”

“What things?”

“First is that you will take the mask from his face only in the morning.”

Erestor nodded, his face still carefully void of emotions only his dilated 
pupils and lightly flaring nostrils betraying his desire.

“And the second?”

“In a few days I will ask you a small favor and I would like for you to 
fulfill it.”

Erestor knitted his brow for a moment. It was odd. If Legolas asked him 
for something he would surely give it to him, because they were friends. 
Why had he made such easy conditions?

Erestor had a nagging feeling that the second question was just a way to 
distract his mind while the first one was the most important. He was old 
and cunning himself and recognized the misleading maneuver for what it 
was.

The question however remained.

Why wasn’t he allowed top see the other elf’s face before the dawn? 

His train of thought was interrupted by the agile hand that slid into his 
leggings and gripped his arousal stroking him in fast, hard rhythm drawing 
him to the edge in a few, perfect strokes. He managed to still Legolas’ 
movements before he actually pushed him over the edge. 

“Why do you rush things?”

“Because I know you and I want you to take pity on your panting gift. He 
is in REAL need my friend and delaying his pleasure more, would be a 
cruel trick.”

With that Legolas kissed his neck once more and then Erestor heard him 
leave the room and lock the doors behind him. 

He turned his attention to the bed. He must admit that Legolas did have 
outstanding taste when it came to gifts…


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Translations:
Pen-neth - young one
Pen-melui - sweet one, beautiful one
Lirimaer – lovely, or beautiful one
sedho - be still
Mellonamin – My Friend

Give in to Me, Part 3  


Summary: Morning after.      (My, that does say a lot, doesn’t it?)

//……// - indicate recalled dialogues 


Lindir sat at his desk and stared at the letter in his hands only pretending 
to be reading it. 

Four days ago he’d been summoned to prince Legolas’s chambers and was 
sure his life would become most miserable. 

Four nights ago Erestor took him for the first time

Lindir couldn’t stop from sighing at the memory. When the dark haired 
advisor was left alone with him, Lindir was already too far-gone into his 
lust to bother about anything but his release. If it wasn’t for the promise 
made Legolas he would shamelessly have begged for Erestor to take him, 
as hard as the older Elf pleased. 

To his utter terror, Erestor didn’t seem in a hurry at all. Although he spent 
hours with the advisor, he was allowed to rest only briefly from sunrise. 

In his naivety, he thought that reaching orgasm would be a release. Erestor 
showed him just how well one could torment another with “release”.

He closed his eyes, the scene before his eyes once more.


The mask and his position didn’t allow him to see much, but his ability to 
hear was still good and he had no troubles hearing the advisor approach, 
especially when all his senses were so focused on him.

“You are a very sweet elf, indeed. My friend always has outstanding 
taste… still I cannot wonder at why didn’t he take a taste of the fruit you 
so willingly offer?” A soft touch to his burning backside accompanied the 
words. He whimpered softly and arched, seeking give in his bonds, to 
press his behind into that cool, gentle hand.

“He told me innocent…” murmured Erestor, tracing idle shapes on the 
extremely tender flesh, “but the way you strain for my touch, says 
something entirely different…”

Lindir did not know what to do. Howl in frustration? Beg? He didn’t care 
what Erestor was thinking about him at that point, he desperately craved 
release.

He jerked so hard, he felt his bond bite into his skin, when he suddenly felt 
Erestor’s hand slip beneath him and take hold of his straining erection, he 
was grateful to feel firm, even strokes that pushed him over the edge in a 
few minutes… little did he know. 

When Erestor didn’t even pause for him to ride his orgasm fully, Lindir 
started suspecting that it was far from over. Strokes to his spent member 
were in equal part pleasurable as painful. He was actually relieved when 
Erestor let go of him and stood from the bed. Soon he felt the bed dip once 
more and felt Erestor position himself between his spread legs. He thought 
Erestor would prepare him and then take him. By the Valar, was he 
wrong!

Lindir sighed at the first cool touch of slick finger at his entrance. He was 
already incredibly relaxed but still willed his body to become even more 
pliant. He was a little afraid, since it had been decades since he’d last had 
a lover. 

Erestor murmured soft, sweet compliments to him, all the while massaging 
the guardian ring of muscles, stroking his back and only after what seemed 
an eternity did Erestor allow his finger to slide inside his tight, hot 
passage. 

Lindir nearly choked on his own tongue when Erestor’s finger found his 
hidden mark the very first time, and each and every time that followed. 
That was the start of an hour that seemed to never end. Erestor did not 
touch him in any other manner than that of his single finger sliding into his 
anus and touching, massaging, fondling that special nub inside him.

First he sighed and moaned, his erection swiftly returning. Erestor 
murmured to him just how good he looked, flushed with passion and need 
and kept stroking his prostate, which had nothing to do with the stretching 
he was supposed to be doing. After his third orgasm, caused only by that 
finger inside him, Lindir was coarsely shouting, begging even for Erestor 
to both stop and continue. He couldn’t stand it any more. His erection, still 
hard and needy, ached and his face was dripping with sweat. 

But Erestor’s only reply was to add a second finger and bring him to two 
more orgasms. By that time, Lindir was completely out of his mind. A 
stream of incoherent words left his lips, his muscles trembling, straining to 
keep him in position.

When he finally felt the tip of the advisors erection pressed to his behind, 
he wailed like a wounded animal, finding just enough give in the bonds to 
push back and impale himself on that straining shaft. Then, he thought his 
torment would finally be over, but again he was mistaken.

Although Erestor was painfully aroused himself, he set such a slow 
rhythm that it did nothing more than to further torment both of them, the 
stimulation low enough to guarantee that neither of them would come. 

Lindir pleaded, begged and did everything possible to urge Erestor faster 
but the advisor didn’t seem affected at all. His voice was still calm, 
controlled… his breathing even, as if he wasn’t at the very brink of an 
earth shattering orgasm. 

Finally Lindir broke and started sobbing pitifully, still pushing back at the 
relentless shaft impaling him. It was what finally spurred Erestor. Lindir 
felt his hips being gripped so hard that he had to be leaving bruises and 
scratches and then Erestor set a fast, deep and punishing rhythm that 
granted him satisfaction. Feeling the advisor’s seed shoot so deep into 
him, Lindir came yet again, the force of the orgasm nearly painful as his 
insides clenched, muscles squeezing and milking the older Elf. 


His thought ventured back to that morning when he woke up, still curled 
in Erestor’s arms, his face still hidden by the velvet mask.

Warm rays of sun kissed his face causing him to wake from his sleep and 
shift. First thing he felt was the pain of his backside. The spanking he’d 
received from Legolas and then the way Erestor had taken him.

He thought that Legolas was dominative but Erestor changed his mind. 
While Legolas liked him to be a little scared, but was willing to forgive 
small lapses in discipline, Erestor was demanding and absolutely formal. 
Every single lapse was punished. He demanded complete and utter 
obedience, which Lindir willingly gave. 

Somewhat being the centre of his focus, made Lindir feel loved and cared 
for. Erestor took him hard driving him to shattering orgasm. Then he 
proved to be so incredibly gentle.

The Noldorian advisor unbound him, caressed him softly and soothed each 
and every bruise with soft touches and kisses, murmuring soft 
reassurances till Lindir fell asleep. Lindir couldn’t remember the last time 
he’d felt so cherished, so appreciated… and all he had to do was to obey a 
few simple commands. Because no matter how it looked, every single 
thing that Erestor did, gave him pleasure. 

He opened his eyes to find stoic, black ones staring back at him. Erestor’s 
face was carefully devoid of emotions, betraying nothing as he watched 
his young lover sleep.

He was much too old for casual, one-night stands and hadn’t done it in a 
long time. However he enjoyed the previous night more than he had 
imagined. 

“So you have awoken, Pen-vaelui,” Erestor said softly, watching him 
carefully.

Lindir was afraid to speak. Afraid that when Erestor recognized him, he 
would turn away from him and leave. So he nodded instead.

“I want to know who you are, because I greatly enjoyed last night and 
would very much like to continue our… friendship.”

His voice was surprisingly soft when he reached for the velvet mask. He 
noticed the body beside him stiffen when he pulled at the mask, slowly 
drawing it away from his face.

Lindir immediately turned his head, letting his silver hair fall on his face, 
obscuring his features once more.

“There is no need to hide, Pen-neth,” Erestor murmured softly, reaching 
his hand to move the hair from his face. 

Lindir visibly shivered when Erestor finally took hold of his face and 
turned it so that Lindir was facing him. 

Erestor’s face was as always calm, carefully void of emotions. Even if he 
was surprised to see his assistant’s face, he did not let his face show this.

The moment seemed endless, black onyx eyes staring into pale blue ones. 
Finally, to Lindir’s utter surprise, it was Erestor who broke the stare. 

The older elf brushed his thumb over the cuts on his still swollen lips – 
marks where he bit his lip so hard it bled. 

“Why?” Erestor asked, still looking at his lips rather than into his eyes.

“I… I…” Lindir stammered. He sensed that this was a very important 
moment. If he gave the wrong answer, he was sure Erestor would leave 
him and act as if nothing had happened. 

“I… I love you, my lord. For years…”

Black eyes flickered at him, cold this time and hard. Lindir felt shivers run 
down his spine. Such cold fury and anger.  He felt confused along with 
sudden fear. Why did Erestor react like this? He had seen that look in 
Erestor’s eyes but only when the other was planning something overly 
dangerous and important.

*	*	*

Erestor felt the turmoil of emotions suffocate him at the words. Love. Did 
Lindir really love him? Or were these just mere words? The Valar knows 
he hated hearing those words. Every time they were uttered to him, and he 
believed them, he was hurt.

Once in his life he was really in love, with a beautiful, intelligent and 
fierce she-warrior. He could positively say that he lost his mind for her. 
Sometimes at night, when he lay alone in bed he still remembered her 
embrace, the taste of her golden-brown skin and the feeling of entering her 
willing body. With her, it was he who yielded, who surrendered. And 
although he breached her body, it was she who has been doing the taking. 

Large, ruby eyes that could sparkle with pure, living fire and that soft, 
hushed voice telling him of love and affection… years spent in a beautiful 
haze. Years when he was blind to truth.

The love he bore for her changed him, burned something inside him that 
left only ashes behind. Betrayal, hurt, confusion… it took him centuries to 
finally let go of his grief and shut the anger deep within him. 

However there were times when something would remind him of it, 
usually when one of his lovers would say the word. It usually meant the 
swift end of any relationship he might have had with them, never a 
beginning. 

His first instinct was to push Lindir away, hurt him with cruel, cold words 
to make sure he would never approach him again. He new he could do it. 
His face would never betray any of his feelings as he had perfected the 
cold mask of indifference for many millennia now. 

Yet something in him protested. The way Lindir was laying beside him: 
naked, confused, a little scared, with fresh marks from the bonds and yet 
still appearing tranquil.  It stopped his harsh answer.

//You are a fool Erestor! Do you think I would ever love such a low 
creature as you? You do not deserve to be loved.//

// Then why Imenne? Why lie to me? Deceive me for years? Bind yourself 
to me?//

A cold, cruel laughter that crushed the last remnants of hope in his heart.

// Bind myself?! Do you think me stupid? It was only an illusion. You are 
bound to me, but when I leave it will be only you who will suffer!//

// But… why? If I am so… low, so worthless… why waste your time on 
me?//

Red eyes, cold, now regarded him with a strange look.

// Because I needed something from you. Something I will take with me.//

He remembered staring at Imenne holding their freshly born daughter in 
her arms as realization slowly dawned on him.

//Should you ever try to pursue us, Erestor, you will be punished beyond 
imagination.// The last warning came as he was knocked unconscious by 
his wife’s men.

Of course he didn’t listen to the warning. 

And the punishment was worse than he could ever expect…

“Erestor? Is everything all right?” Lindir grew worried when Erestor 
seemed to be lost inside his mind, his eyes full of hatred and pain so strong 
it took the younger elf’s breath away.

The advisor blinked and returned to reality, averting his gaze from the 
concerned eyes of Lindir. 

“I do not seek Love, Lindir,” He forced himself to sound even, not cold. 
Lindir was young and did not deserve to have his heart and soul crushed 
like he had. “Pursuing it would only bring you pain, young one. This 
night, should never repeat. You are too young and innocent.”

Suddenly Lindir felt a kind of connection to Erestor. He sensed the turmoil 
of emotions and instinctively felt what to say to convince Erestor. He may 
be shy, inexperienced but sure as all the Hells, he could not let this chance 
pass by without a fight. Love was hard to find and he had long ago 
reconciled himself to a love that would never be returned. But he knew 
himself well enough to be sure that sharing Erestor’s bed would make him 
happy. He would relish every night, every caress that Erestor bestowed on 
him, without demanding anything in return. 

His greatest wish was to become close friends with Erestor similar to the 
relationship between Legolas and the advisor. 

“You don’t have to, Mir nín, but you did enjoy last night and so did I. I 
merely wish to continue as it is. I will never demand anything from you.”

It was obvious Erestor didn’t believe him.

“You are too young. You can believe what you say, but in the end you will 
be either hurt or embittered.”

“No. I will not. Last night… it freed me.”

Erestor knitted his brow, clearly lost.

“How?”

“I enjoyed being bound and taken without shame and guilt.”

“You were ashamed earlier?”

“Yes. Although both you and Legolas think me innocent I am not. Not 
completely. I… have had a lover. My first. It all started quite ordinarily. 
He was patient and gentle with me. But when our relationship lost its shine 
of something new, when I no longer was his untouched virgin he changed. 
He became increasingly rough and did… things to me. Things I should’ve 
protested… but couldn’t because I liked them. He despised me more every 
time we made love. Afterwards he used to tell me how twisted and sick I 
was, how shameful my behavior. Yet I returned to him because of the 
things he’d done to me. Our relationship ended rather abruptly when he 
was sent away. I wasn’t… I’m still not sure if I was more relieved or more 
saddened by his departure.

Erestor was surprised at the strength of his anger. He wanted to find that 
man and make him suffer. Very, very slowly, maybe he would even 
borrow one of Legolas’s favorite knifes?

“I am sorry, Pen-neth. There is nothing shameful in what you like. As long 
as you don’t inflict hurt on others, you can do as you wish.”

“It is you and Legolas who showed me this. I’ve never taken a lover 
since… You are the first and I would really like to continue this. I trust 
you… I know you will not hurt me. I wish… to become your pet?” he 
added hesitantly.

Lindir wasn’t prepared for the sudden flash of fire in the black eyes. Oh, 
he thought, I think I found a tender spot.

“I am not like Legolas, Pen-neth. I am much more demanding and drastic. 
Where Legolas allows much to slip by, I will punish you for every 
mistake. I will demand obedience from you. You would have to do the 
things I say, when I say and how I say. No questions.” Black eyes stared 
pointedly at the pale blue ones. “And I like seeing my mark on my lovers. 
Nice, sharp welts from leather belts. I posses a collection. Would you find 
your pleasure in pain, little one? Are you willing to try?”

Lindir swallowed, feeling his body already responding to Erestor sharp, 
cold tone. 

“Yes, my Lord.”

Erestor stopped for a moment, watching Lindir carefully.

“In return for your trust I can promise I will always respect you and never 
push you further than you consent to. Furthermore, I will never hit your 
face. Never humiliate you like this. That is all I can promise, so think well 
on it for you will not get anything more.

Are you sure, thought Lindir. And the gentle caresses you bestowed upon 
me after our lovemaking? That tenderness and care was enough for Lindir 
to nod slowly, aware of the importance of his decision.

“Aye, my Lord, I want it all.”

Erestor regarded him for a painfully long moment, probing his eyes. 

“So shall it be. I will give it a try as well.”

Erestor leaned closer and softly kissed the assistant. Immediately, Lindir 
granted his tongue access to his hot, sweet mouth and arched his neck in 
soft submission.

Erestor stopped the kiss when he felt the first stirrings of desire. It was not 
the time to indulge in such activities. Although he agreed to try this 
relationship, he still wasn’t sure if Lindir was aware of all the 
consequences. The younger elf was probably still under the impression of 
the last night.

“Call me Erestor, there is no need for titles between us, at least until I tell 
you to call me otherwise.”

Lindir smiled at him and nodded. His pale blue eyes were shining with 
happiness.

“Because I still am not completely convinced you know what you want, I 
will give you five days to reconsider. After that time I will demand your 
answer again.”

Lindir opened his mouth to speak, but Erestor hushed him with one, hard 
look.

“Do not question me… pet.”

With satisfaction he watched a crimson blush creep up Lindir’s body. 

*	*	*

Erestor watched his friend charm Elrond. It was something, he had to 
agree.

Legolas clad in his light browns and greens was walking beside Lord 
Elrond, listening to his every word with wide open, curious eyes and an 
open smile on his face. Those sapphire pools were full of such innocence 
that even Erestor had to remind himself that Legolas was FAR from 
innocent. Yet he acted like the sweetest elfling ever and Lord Elrond truly, 
didn’t seem to notice and continued to enjoy the company. 

When Legolas finally spotted him, he made his excuses to Elrond and 
joined Erestor.

The advisor led him to his chambers before addressing the issue. Although 
Rivendell was a very tolerant country, he still preferred to keep his 
personal life a secret.

When they were finally alone, he sat on one of his chairs and invited 
Legolas to do the same. When the blonde was seated, he grinned at him.

“So, Erestor,… did you enjoy your gift?”

Erestor made a show of pouring wine into the goblets and answered his 
friend in a completely calm manner as if they were discussing weather.

“It proved to be very pleasing.”

Legolas couldn’t stand his friends cool demeanor and burst out laughing.

“I wish I could be as stone faced as you.”

“You would have to have patience, Mellonamin, any patience at all. 
Which I must add, you lack completely.”

“Surely Erestor, I have some other qualities, don’t I?” Legolas asked in 
mock annoyance.

“You are fairly pleasant to look at and a passable archer,” Erestor 
answered with completely straight face, which caused the young prince to 
burst out laughing.

“So… honestly, how do you find Lindir?”

Erestor sighed and looked out the window.

“He says he is in love with me,” he finally said.

Legolas’s face quickly lost all its mirth. He knew his friend’s past and his 
special hatred to hearing such words.

“I did not realize. I mean I knew he was infatuated with you, but I thought 
it was only passion. Still, I am not sorry.”

Erestor shot him a deadly glare, which Legolas waved away.

“Stop it Erestor, that doesn’t work on me.”

“You know I don’t want such complications in my relationships.”

Legolas looked his friend straight in the eyes.

“Is it so bad, Erestor? Lindir is gentle, loving and loyal. He will never 
betray your feelings.”

“No. You of all the people should realize why I am so reluctant to 
engaging emotionally.”

“By the Valar, Erestor! It happened five thousand years ago! You have to 
let go, Mellonamin.”

“How can I let go Legolas? How can I forget the wife that used me and 
betrayed me in the worst of ways? How can I forget that I have a daughter 
I have only seen once? A daughter that hates the very thought of me? Tell 
me, how?”

Legolas looked away. Although Erestor’s voice did not betray his pain he 
knew it must have hurt. His friend once told him that it was his wife’s 
punishment for pursuing her. She taught the child to hate Erestor and order 
him killed, should he ever cross into the borders of her realm.

“Still I think you should give yourself a chance at happiness again. Lindir 
is a sweet elf… and, you must admit, that he yields most enticingly.”

A ghost of a smile passed Erestor lips.

“Indeed. And not as innocent as one would think.”

“Ah that. Yes, he told me he had a lover with similar tastes to ours. I got 
the impression that he was hurt then, though.”

“He was,” and Erestor repeated the story he heard from Lindir. By the 
time he finished, Legolas’s eyes were positively burning with anger. 

“What a monstrous thing to do to such a young and inexperienced elf! No 
wonder Lindir’s self esteem is so low. Poor thing.”

Erestor cringed at that.

“I wouldn’t call him that.”

Legolas caught the strange tone in his friend’s voice and arched his 
eyebrow.

“And why is that?”

“He is intelligent and has unbelievable instinct.”

“He does?” asked a surprised Legolas.

“Aye. I think I was, very effectively, lured into a trap. He maneuvered me 
into giving this… relationship a chance.”

Legolas was grinning madly at the advisor. So a mere scribe talked the 
second in command in Rivendell into something? Interesting.

“And you say you don’t care about him? At all?”

Erestor ignored his question, only causing Legolas to grin wider.

“Stop teasing me and tell me what caused you to choose Lindir.”

“When you were greeting me so thoroughly in your office, Lindir came 
and saw us. I could not notice the way his eyes lingered on your form, my 
friend.”

Erestor massaged his temple, just why he had chosen this specific elf for 
his best friend? Why?

“So you decided to lure him into your chamber, blackmail him, tie him 
down to your bed and then give him to me as a present?”  He only wanted 
to make sure.

“Precisely.”

A long sigh was his only answer. After a while Erestor spoke again.

“And what about that favor you wanted from me?”

“Ah… I think I know how to… interest our younger Peredhil, with your 
help of course, Mellonamin.”

“Of course…” repeated Erestor sarcastically.


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Pen-vaelui -- Lustful one
Pen-neth -- Young one
Mir nín -- My treasure
Mellonamin -- My Friend


Give In To Me, Part 4


Summary: Legolas sets a trap for one sweet, dark haired prey.


Legolas crouched motionlessly on a wide branch of an old tree and 
watched the younger son of Elrond make his way towards a secluded lake. 
Legolas knew he would find Erestor and Lindir there, engaged in one of 
their games.

It has been almost two weeks since he presented Erestor his gift. Erestor, 
although reluctantly, allowed Lindir to become his lover. Legolas 
suspected that he was a little too hard on his assistant, probably trying to 
scare him off, but judging by the constant smile glued to the scribe’s face, 
it wasn’t working. It even seemed that the harsher Erestor became, the 
more pleased his lover was. 

For a brief moment Legolas felt a pang of jealousy. He also wanted to 
have such a willing lover. One who would allow him to do anything, loved 
him and accepted him as he was. Maybe it was because Lindir loved 
Erestor? On the other hand, no matter how cold Erestor acted, he would 
never overstep with Lindir. Never hurt him for real. 

With a small, content smile, Legolas dropped soundlessly to the ground 
and followed the younger Peredhil at a distance. His plan was working. 
Soon Elrohir should find a carefully arranged scene. 

With a predatory smile, Legolas sped up. 

*	*	*

Elrohir didn’t know what to do. He was staring, eyes open and face 
flushed at the scene in front of him.

In the middle of small patch of grass kneeled Lindir. His hair was loose, 
flowing gently onto his shoulders. His head was lowered and hands buried 
deep in the soft ground. He was completely naked, white delicate skin 
almost shining with inner light.

Behind him, dressed completely in Black stood Erestor. His features calm 
and void of emotion as always. He had taken his robes off which left him 
in a long sleeved tunic and tightly fitting leggings that looked 
unbelievably sexy on him. 

The erotic tension between the two was palpable. When he looked closer 
he saw a few, burning red welts on Lindir's back and Erestor was keeping 
one hand behind his back, so that Elrohir couldn’t see what he was 
holding. 

“You are doing good, pet. There are only ten more left. I am proud of you. 
Are you ready?”

“Yes, my Lord,” came the shaky reply. 

As soon as these words were uttered, the sharp crack of a leather belt 
hitting tender flesh could be heard. Elrohir nearly jumped at it. He stared 
in horror as Erestor, without a pause dealt the harsh blows that, Elrohir 
could tell, were just a touch away from cutting Lindir’s skin. 

What amazed him though, was Lindir's obvious willingness, he was not 
bound, nothing kept him in place, only his desire to please his master. He 
tensed and cried out in pain as the blows reached his buttock, marring 
them in crisscrossed, angry red lines but he never flinched away nor tried 
to escape the pain. And if it wasn’t proof enough in itself, the swollen, 
hard column of flesh between his spread legs was the final proof of his 
arousal. The scribe was obviously taking pleasure in his punishment. 

A thrill ran down his spine. He was both scared and curious just what it 
was that kept Lindir in place because it must have hurt badly. The way it 
sounded… 

Suddenly the cracks stopped. He looked closer at Lindir. His skin was 
covered with sweat, chest heaving and hands clutching the earth so hard 
his knuckles were white. 

Erestor looked as calm as always, his black eyes betraying nothing. He 
said something so softly that even Elrohir’s keen hearing couldn’t catch it. 

Elrohir saw Lindir nod and then spread his knees a little bit further. Then, 
with obvious difficulty he moved his hands in front of him and changed 
position to hands and knees, with his burning red back arched, presented 
to Erestor.

Without knowing when or how, Elrohir realized he was stroking a 
prominent bulge in his leggings. He knew he should leave, turn around 
and head back… but couldn’t. His feet seemed glued to the ground. He 
didn’t even know he was hard. But Erestor so calm, dominative and… 
terrifying was incredibly sexy and for one, crazy moment Elrohir wished 
to switch places with Lindir. 

To feel the burning welts on his spine, feel Erestor’s cool hands trace them 
with cool, controlled cruelty…

The way Erestor focused his whole attention only on the scribe… Elrohir 
sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them he 
saw Erestor on his knees behind Lindir, his leggings already taken off and 
hand glistening with something- probably oil, coating his own, 
considerable erection. His breath hitched at seeing Erestor direct his shaft 
at Lindir’s opening and push…

He actually whimpered, hearing the loud moan and seeing as Lindir’s head 
dropped on his folded arms, unable to stay in position. He bit his lip so 
hard it bled, watching Erestor push inside slowly but insistently and 
hearing the soft cries leaving Lindir’s mouth. 

He was so incredibly focused on the sight in front of him, that he failed to 
notice somebody sneak up on him. 

Elrohir nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt somebody’s hand tangle 
in his long, braided hair and jerk forcefully back. Before his warrior’s 
instincts had the time to kick in, he heard and recognized the voice:

“Tsk, tsk… didn’t your father tell you it’s not polite to spy?”

It was Legolas’s voice but… it seemed different. A low, hissing sound that 
sent shivers down his spine. For one, brief moment he was afraid of his 
friend.

“Can you imagine Elrohir, what would Erestor do to you if he ever found 
out that you were spying on him?”

The only sound Elrohir was capable of was a whimper. His cheeks were 
burning red and he was aware that his erection was clearly visible through 
his thin leggings. Suddenly his mind made a strange leap. The low, hissing 
voice seemed to blend perfectly with the scene unfolding near the lake and 
Elrohir felt another wave of heat course through him. Simultaneously, 
Legolas tightened his fist in his hair, causing him slight pain and it was too 
much for the younger Peredhil. He moaned. Loudly.

*	*	*

	Legolas froze. Was it a moan he heard? With a wicked grin he 
pulled Elrohir’s hair once more and indeed it was a moan, a sweet, throaty 
sound of need. 

Maybe his task would be a little bit easier than he thought?

“Well now…” Legolas whispered so low that he was sure no one but 
Elrohir would hear him. “Does the younger prince of Rivendell enjoy 
more… specific entertainments?” 

Ashamed, confused and highly aroused, Elrohir shook his head. His action 
caused the Mirkwood prince to chuckle softly.

“No?” still chuckling softly, Legolas allowed his hands to snake lower. He 
traced the strong sides of his young captive and then allowed his hand to 
move to the front of the young prince.

Without further delay he cupped the prominent bulge in Elrohir’s 
leggings.

“I see… so this… is an averse reaction?” he mocked, all the while stroking 
Elrohir with a firm, demanding hand causing him to bite his lip, so that he 
would not betray his presence by moaning.

“If you would like Elrohir…” Legolas whispered, letting his hand sneak 
into the tight leggings and closing his strong fingers around the needy 
shaft. “I would be more than happy to be for you someone like Erestor is 
for Lindir.”  Each word was punctuated with a firm stroke. 

Legolas smiled feeling the hot, silky shaft in his hand swell impossibly. 
His words did have an effect on the younger twin.
“I would dominate you… make you my pet. Would you like it Elrohir?” 
he asked, pulling at the hair a little bit more, forcing the dark haired elf to 
lean on him in order to keep his balance.

“No, do not close your eyes. Watch them. Do you see how Erestor is 
tormenting his lover? His strokes are so slow that there is no chance for 
Lindir to gain release before Erestor will let him. He is completely at 
Erestor’s mercy…”

He made his strokes faster while forcing Elrohir to watch the coupling in 
front of them. They could easily hear the plaintative moans and sobs 
coming from Lindir and see the way Erestor touched the burning marks, 
moving his hips incredibly slowly. He withdrew until only the head of his 
erection was still buried inside the hot passage and then pushed back 
inside, inch by inch, torturously slow.  

“I would mark your thighs with pretty, red welts and then ride you until 
you screamed my name in pleasure…”

Finally, the pair in front of them came, Erestor with no more that a harsh 
breath and Lindir with a scream, his body squirming and jerking while 
spasms rocked him. 

This and the feeling of Legolas’s talented hand on him was too much and 
he came, without a sound, his eyes tightly shut and body jerking. He 
would have collapsed if it weren’t for the support of Legolas, who caught 
him and pulled him into his arms, waiting patiently for him to regain 
strength. 

When his breath finally slowed down and he was able to stand on his own, 
he tried to move from the strong embrace only to be stopped. He felt 
surprisingly weak, his back pressed to a hard, muscled chest, his legs 
spread and body awkwardly arched back, surrounded by those strong, 
archer’s arms. Although physically he was stronger than Legolas, due to 
his human heritage, he felt as weak as an elfling. 

Without a word Legolas pulled his hand from his leggings and pressed his 
fingers to Elrohir lips.

The younger twin jerked but Legolas did not allow him to move, when his 
nostrils caught the scent of his own seed on Legolas’s fingers.

“Taste yourself, Pen-vaelu,” murmured the blond, tightening his fist in his 
hair once more, clearly stating who was in command here.

Elrohir expected to feel angry, rebellious and protest such a treatment. He 
was a king’s son! A prince! A warrior famous in half of Arda! But when 
he felt Legolas state his dominance, his control over him in such a 
manner… everything in him yielded. To his utter surprise he felt 
incredibly free when he obeyed Legolas’s command and parted his lips to 
feel the wet fingers slide into the hot cavern and the salty-sweet taste 
exploded on his tongue.

Refusing to think about it, he closed his eyes and let his tongue do its 
magic licking and sucking at the digits, finding unexpected pleasure in this 
act of submission.

Legolas smiled a surprisingly gentle smile at feeling the fine tremors that 
ran down Elrohir’s body and the feeling of his fingers being thoroughly 
cleaned and sucked by his sweet mouth.

He always thought the twins beautiful, but Elrohir always was the one that 
held his attention. Although both twins inherited Elrond’s dark beauty, 
sharp cheekbones, white skin and the dark, chocolate locks which were so 
rare among Elves. Elrohir was different from his brother. He was the 
calmer one, the gentler. His grey eyes were always full of joy, care and 
compassion. He was the one more prone to deeper thoughts and it took a 
lot to really anger him. He always preferred to ease quarrels than provoke 
them. 

And now watching his beautiful face, with eyes closed and moist, gentle 
lips closed around his fingers, Legolas felt something deep inside him 
stir… something that had never moved before. 

In that single moment he absolutely forgot about his plans, about Erestor, 
Elladan… he only wished to take this dark haired beauty with him and 
make long, sweet love to him all day long.

He blinked at his own thoughts. It occurred to him that Elrohir had more 
effect on him, than he’d previously thought. He would have to guard his 
heart closely in order to save it from Elrohir. 

Gently, he eased his fingers from the pliant mouth and traced the line of 
his jaw, waiting until Elrohir opened his eyes and look up at him. When 
those grey, dazed eyes blinked at him, he smiled gently.

“You are very beautiful, Elrohir…” he murmured softly. “Think about my 
proposition and do not be ashamed of your feelings. I know you are 
curious and maybe even more about it. Let me be your teacher, sweet one. 
I would take care of you.”  With that, Legolas stepped back and started 
making his way back. Suddenly, he stopped and looked back at Elrohir. 

“If I were you…” his eyes sparkling with mischief, “I would get out of 
here as soon as possible. You wouldn’t want Erestor to find you here, now 
would you?”

Legolas laughed merrily at the comically widened eyes of the younger 
twin. Elrohir shuddered at the very thought of angering Erestor. The chief 
advisor would make his life a hell throughout the following centuries. 

*	*	*

Erestor gathered his trembling lover in his arms. 

“Are you all right, little one?” he asked softly, stroking the silver, now 
tangled and sweaty hair.

There was a long silence that started worrying Erestor.

“Hurts,” whispered Lindir shakily.

Erestor sighed thinking that in deed he was too demanding. After all it was 
Lindir’s first time in such a relationship and he needed time to get used to 
some things. But if he was honest with himself, Erestor had to admit that 
he was so demanding because something deep inside of him, tried to push 
Lindir away. 

“I know Lirimaer, I know. But you did wonderfully. I am very proud of 
you,” Elrohir whispered while stroking his hair tenderly, waiting for 
Lindir to calm down a little. Erestor had the suspicion that Lindir wasn’t 
so disturbed only because of the pain but also because of the intensity of 
their lovemaking. Erestor did push him close to the edge over and over 
again, refusing to grant him release. 

He felt the younger elf melt into his embrace and hide his face in his neck. 
Erestor soon felt the wet trails of tears on his neck.

“Shh… Melethron, it’s okay, let it go. Don’t hold it inside… shh…” he 
soothed with patience and gentleness which was so unlike him, “If I was 
pushing you too hard, it was enough to tell me to stop or ease a little bit. I 
will not punish you because you can’t stand something. This whole thing 
is not about forcing yourself into something you do not enjoy, Lindir.” 

Finally the sobs stopped and Lindir was lying in his arms completely 
boneless. He was surprised by his overwhelming need to be close to 
Erestor now. His back ached terribly and his skin burned, but he was not 
angry at Erestor. He was just… shocked. Shocked by the things that 
caused him pleasure. 

But now, lying in Erestor arms, feeling his warm, caring presence so close 
to him, murmuring soft reassuring words, he felt that he could finally start 
letting go of his shame and guilt. Erestor was proud of him… respected 
him and told him more than once that his submission was a gift to be 
cherished. 

Erestor finally untangled himself from his young lover and tenderly lifted 
him, like one would an elfling. Then without a word he carried him to the 
lake and slowly into the cool water, knowing that it would quickly sooth 
his abrasions and indeed, he heard a relived sigh escape Lindir. 

After gently washing his young lover, Erestor led him back to the shore. 
There he urged him to lie on his stomach on the soft grass and fetched a 
small jar. With infinitely careful movements he applied the healing salve 
on the burning welts crisscrossing Lindir’s pale back and buttocks. He 
couldn’t stop the feeling of satisfaction at seeing his work so perfect on 
the milky white skin. 

“You are a precious one, Lindir. Don’t ever forget that,” he whispered, 
remembering how sweetly obedient Lindir had been during his treatment. 
His only answer was a sleepy murmur from the younger elf. 

*	*	*
Lindir was sitting at his desk, busy copying some important letters for 
Erestor. He was so focused on his task that he failed to notice the younger 
prince enter the office.

“Lindir.”

He nearly jumped at the sudden sound. 

“Elrohir… how can I help you?” Lindir was grateful that Elrohir was 
wearing his favorite hair clasp today because Lindir often had problems 
with distinguishing the twins.

The dark haired elf looked… disturbed. His hands were closing and 
opening, an obvious sign of nervousness, which was very rare. The 
Peredhil twins, although very young, possessed admirable control over 
their feelings. It was a rare sight to see one of them so obviously disturbed. 

“I… saw you today.”

Lindir looked at him questioningly.

“At the lake…” added the twin, seeing his confusion.

Momentarily, Lindir’s pale face turned the most intense shade of red he 
had ever seen.

“Oh…” Lindir covered his burning face with his hands. “Oh…” he was 
absolutely mortified. “I… I know what you must think of me now…”

It was only then that Elrohir realized that the scribe was afraid he would 
condemn him for his… tastes.

“No, I don’t think you do. First, I must apologize, it wasn’t my intention to 
spy on you it just… happened. I admit I should have left before I saw too 
much… but I didn’t.

“How much did you see?” Lindir asked, feeling his face burn with an even 
more intense blush.

This time it was Elrohir’s turn to blush.

“Uhm… everything.”

“Oh…” Lindir was absolutely sure, that he would never, ever be able to 
look any of the twins in the face again. He wished that the earth would 
part and swallow him at that moment.

“Look…” Elrohir started, “I came here… to ask you if… if you will talk 
with me?”

Carefully, Lindir peeked from behind his hands.

“Talk?”

“Yes.”

“About what?”

Elrohir suddenly found the floor very interesting and started fidgeting with 
his sleeve.

“Why?”

Lindir froze, was the prince asking him what he thought he was?

“Why do you ask?”

“When I saw you… I… found… it… appealing. Kind of curious… I 
would be very grateful if you agreed to answer some of my questions.”

Lindir was impressed. He doubted he would have enough courage to ask 
such a question, no matter how curious he was.

“What questions?”

Elrohir licked his lips, equally as embarrassed as Lindir.

“Why? Why do you let him… hurt you?”

Lindir took a deep, calming breath.

“He is not hurting me,” he stated firmly.

“But…”

“No buts. He is doing only what I let him to do. Never more. It is not 
about hurting somebody… it’s about… trust, I guess.”

“Trust?”

Lindir finally sighed, realizing that he wasn’t able to explain it.

“He gives me pleasure, Elrohir. It is that simple. He just does what I like. I 
think you can understand this only by trying it. It would be best with 
somebody who knows what he is doing.”

“Legolas sure did sound like that…” Elrohir murmured absentmindedly. 

Lindir heard his words and couldn’t stop a fierce blush from returning to 
his face.

“He is,” he whispered quietly. He couldn’t believe he was having this 
conversation. He was a quiet, ordinary bookworm. Not very interesting… 
just how he ended up having this conversation? He wasn’t sure!

“What?!”

“I, uhm… said he is, he knows what it is all about.”

Elrohir’s brows shot up.

“You mean you… with him… also?!”

“Oh, Gods…,” Lindir whispered, bowing his head so that his silver hair 
fell across it like a curtain, hiding him from that piercing grey gaze.

“Kind of… not exactly… I mean… I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure…,” Elrohir repeated, suddenly finding it all very much 
amusing. “How can you not be sure?!”

“May the Valar have mercy on me,” Lindir whimpered.

“All I wanted to say is that if it was Legolas who… made you curious… I 
can assure you that you can trust him. He won’t hurt you.”

Elrohir opened his mouth to speak when the sudden sound of the door 
opening made them both jump up.

Erestor, dressed in his usual blacks, entered the study carrying a pile of 
letters and a few books. He gave a polite nod to both of them and calmly 
put the items on his desk.

Elrohir looked at him with evident terror in his eyes. He couldn’t stop 
himself from blushing furiously when his mind provided him with very 
vivid memories of Erestor taking his younger assistant.

“Uhm… good day to you, Erestor, I fear I must leave you now, Lindir,” he 
nodded in the general direction of the flustered assistant and all but dashed 
for the door.

As calmly as always, Erestor approached the door and closed it so that no 
one could enter it from outside. 

“So… what were you talking about with our young prince, Lindir?”

Lindir shivered at hearing the low, commanding voice and automatically 
lowered his eyes to the ground.

“It… was something personal,” he managed finally, unsure how Erestor 
would react. He knew the older elf respected him, but still, in the back of 
his mind he felt he would be treated by him like he was by his first lover, 
if he angered him.

Erestor read the discomfort in his body language, but didn’t comment on 
it. 

Slowly, the counselor approached Lindir.

“Stand up.”

Still unsure, Lindir complied keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.

“Look at me.”

He raised his eyes only to gasp in surprise. Although Erestor voice was as 
cold as ever his eyes were not. There was warmth and desire in them. 
Instantly, he felt he was drowning in those black eyes. His heart ached 
with love for the elf and he wished he could speak these words aloud, but 
he hated the way Erestor tensed each time they slipped from his lips, so he 
kept quiet. 

Erestor wondered if Lindir knew just how much he gave him at that lake. 
How much it meant to him to have a lover who trusted him so completely? 
It was so long since he was given such devotion. 

Lindir gasped when he felt Erestor kiss him. It was a soft, long… languid 
kiss, yet still full of passion. He felt his knees go weak. The older elf was 
certainly very skilled in the arts of love. 

With a soft, submissive moan he parted his teeth a little bit more allowing 
Erestor deeper penetration, eager to feel each and every caress of his agile, 
bold tongue. 

He barely noticed the hand that sneaked under his tunic and found his 
naked back.

“So beautiful…” Erestor whispered softly, breaking the kiss and watching 
the flushed face of his lover and his heavy lidded eyes. “So very 
sensitive…”

Lindir wasn’t surprised to feel gentle fingertips tracing the still burning 
welts on his back. He knew that they would almost completely heal by the 
next morning. He also noticed the way Erestor loved to watch his work. 
He would touch and look at the crisscrossed marks. 

“To whom do you belong?” he asked so softly deceptive, all the time 
touching the burning back of his lover, pressing his whole body into his, 
feeling his quickened heartbeat.

“Lle-,” came the husky whisper, almost swallowed by the needful groan.

Erestor relished the warmth seeping into his fingertips from the aggravated 
skin and kept watching his lover. How his head fell back and his eyes 
fluttered shut in obvious pleasure, how he started rocking his body, 
pressing his hard arousal into Erestor’s thigh.  

With one, fast move he pressed Lindir to sit on his desk and then quickly 
undid the lacing of his leggings. Before the dazed assistant could realize 
what was happening, Erestor had his leggings down to his thighs.

“Shh… it’s just a little something for you,” Erestor answered the 
questioning voice and with little delay swallowed as much of his lover’s 
erection as he could, wrapping his tongue around the sensitive tip and 
closing his hand around the base, bringing Lindir to a fast, intense orgasm 
in mere minutes.  

He did not shy away from swallowing his lover’s release, milking him 
with practiced movements and then he straightened, not a single hair out 
of place. 

He turned around, unlocked the door and sat at his own desk, going 
through the correspondence as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

“We have to finish the correspondence with kind Thranduil today and also 
start on the reports on weapons brought yesterday by Glorfindel, as well 
as…” he continued, reading the first paper, paying no attention to the 
baffled, still half naked and panting assistant trying very hard to 
understand just what had run him over.

Lindir blinked, tugging at his leggings and looked sheepishly at the picture 
of formality at the other desk, which also happened to be his lover. His 
STERN lover.

Oh my… what have I gotten myself into, he thought, still gaping at 
Erestor. 


Pen-vaelui - Lustful one
Lirimaer – Lovely, or beautiful one
Melethron – Lover
Lle - You or yours


Give In To Me, Part 5 

Summary: A certain dark haired prince gets introduced to a new kind of 
pleasure.


Elrohir was standing at the balcony of his chamber and wondered if he 
was completely out of his mind. What possessed him to send Legolas that 
message? Was he completely insane? 

Bondage?

Was it a proper way to indulge himself? He was a Prince! What if 
somebody found out?

A little nagging voice in his mind that sounded suspiciously like Erestor 
said that Legolas was a prince also.

All in all it was too late to back off. He had already sent the message to the 
Mirkwood prince that he agreed to his proposition and what is more, he’d 
received a reply.

He was to go Legolas’s chambers at nine and wear clothes that he “would 
not miss” However, what Legolas meant, was beyond him. The whole day 
he was skittish and distracted, thinking about his appointment. He really 
didn’t want to make a fool out of himself but ever since that scene he saw 
near the lake he couldn’t stop wondering. He couldn’t deny that his body 
reacted positively to it and he was curious. The very thought of 
relinquishing all control to Legolas was strangely tempting. And the 
dreams he had lately were also very… vivid. 

A movement in the gardens caught his eye and he smiled a sly grin 
watching his brother seduce some shy, raven haired elf. They were too far 
away for him to hear the words, but judging by the younger elf’s body 
language he was already lost to his brother. The way he leaned just a bit 
too close, the way he cocked his head in the direction of the dark haired 
prince told it all.

Elrohir took his time in admiring his brother. They were supposed to be 
the same, but when he looked at Elladan he saw only differences. His 
older brother was sharp, easy to provoke, vicious in battle and love and 
very, very hot headed. He took immediate like or dislike to people and 
changing his mind was very difficult, whereas he himself was a lot calmer 
and preferred to ease arguments not cause them. He was a lot like a 
scholar, where Elladan was a true warrior, although on the battlefield they 
were equals. 

He liked to watch his brother move. Despite their obvious likeness to each 
other, Elladan always moved differently. With a silent, predatory grace 
that gave the impression that he was constantly on the hunt. 

Elrohir watched his brother as he caught his innocent pray between his 
hard, muscled body of a seasoned warrior and a tree. Even from such a 
distance Elrohir could easily see the wide open, dark eyes scared, but still 
so very… eager. There was a strange feeling, like unease, coursing 
through him as he watched his brother’s choice. There was something in 
the way the younger elf looked that made him… wary. That dark hair and 
large eyes, that soft aura of innocence… he had the feeling that it should 
tell him something, but he couldn’t get a grip on it. Not yet anyway. 

He watched as Elladan proceeded to seduce his young prey with practiced 
ease. 
One strong, yet delicate looking hand traced along the jaw of the younger 
elf and strayed to his neck, caressing softly… taunting, seducing… 
Finally, when Elladan leaned closer to kiss his date, Elrohir turned his 
gaze away. 

He always marveled the ease with which Elladan got what he wanted, with 
an inner fire, charisma that forced others to notice him. He, on the other 
hand, felt so very… timid and shy… so… shapeless in comparison to his 
brother. Sometimes, his lack of strength that was so typical for his brother, 
was the only thing that told them apart. Some would laugh, but when he 
was younger he had a serious problem with personality. It took him 
millennia to finally learn to think as “I” not “we”.

He glanced at the stars and noted that it was already time to get going.

His heart beat madly when he left his rooms and walked quietly through 
the corridors. Each step was bringing him closer to Legolas’ chambers and 
he was more and more terrified with each passing second. In his mind he 
replayed the scene he saw near the lake and the dreams that kept haunting 
him lately.

Finally he stopped at the heavy, mahogany door and after taking a deep 
breath, knocked. 

“Come in.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Elrohir entered the room.

*	*	*

Legolas watched the chocolate haired prince enter and did his best to hide 
his excitement. He was so very HAPPY when he got that message! The 
images that invaded his mind refused to leave him alone for the rest of the 
day.

Right now he watched Elrohir come in, dressed in a deep blue tunic and 
leggings of a lighter shade. The outfit did it’s best to highlight his grey 
eyes and his outstanding beauty. Legolas couldn’t stop marveling at the 
dark beauty. He was so different from him! His skin had a golden tan to it 
– the result of days spent outside, hunting orcs or merely enjoying the sun. 

His long, chocolate hair was braided in an usual three braids, worn 
traditionally by the Peredhils. 

His movements were soft, quiet… betraying a skilled warrior. He 
reminded him a little of Lindir but Elrohir definitely had a lot more 
strength and pride. He was a prince after all. 

He probably felt nervous and unsure of what to expect, but none of it 
showed in his movements or posture. He stood calmly watching Legolas. 
The only sign that the Mirkwood prince had made an impression were 
suddenly dilated pupils. Legolas found himself fascinated by those dark 
orbs, now only a thin line of grey left, showing so many emotions… 

*	*	*

Elrohir could only stare. He always knew that Legolas was beautiful. His 
deep, sapphire eyes and face so perfect it nearly hurt to look at it were the 
evidence of his pure elven blood. He was known for his archery skills and 
greatly admired among the elven realms. His deceptively innocent 
appearance caused many to underestimate him, which only served him 
better, giving him the benefit of surprise. 

Elrohir also knew he had an even more… darker, sensual side to himself. 
He never realized just what his TASTES were, but knew that the fair 
prince never complained about a lack of willing bed partners.

Now he fully understood why.

Dozens of candles and bowls of scented oil filled the air with the scent of 
jasmine and roses, undisturbed by the fresh breeze coming through the 
opened windows, lighted the room.

In the middle of it stood Legolas. The blonde prince had on a silk shirt, in 
a very deep red color, opened completely revealing his hard, well-defined 
chest and flat stomach. The silk make his hair look like spun gold, which 
was loose, with only two thin braids holding the locks behind his ears. 

He was also dressed in some kind of breeches, obviously also made from 
silk, very loose but instead of hiding his body, they only highlighted the 
beauty of his body. They were black, certainly not elven-made, but still 
they looked stunning on him, making the prince look incredibly… sensual.

Elrohir was completely unable to utter a single word watching the exotic 
creature approach him and stop just bare inches away. His nostrils flared 
catching a strange, foreign scent. It took him a moment to realize that it 
was a mild aphrodisiac. 

“I have been waiting for you…” the words uttered in a low, soft voice 
sounding suspiciously like a purr, would have seemed lame and ordinary, 
but spoken by a person emanating such sex, made… magic.

Although they were of almost the same age, Elrohir felt extremely young 
and inexperienced.

“ I…” he started but then stopped, realizing he didn’t know what to say.

Legolas smiled at him softly, reassuringly and then touched his cheek 
tenderly.

“You are tense… afraid even.”

His first instinct was to deny Legolas but then he remembered the words 
of his tutor, Glorfindel when he taught him and his brother the basics of 
the arts of love.

“Always be honest. If you are unsure, inexperienced or scared, always say 
before something happens. That way you won’t be hurt and your lover will 
not feel bad for hurting you unintentionally.”

Over the years Elrohir came to respect Glorfindel’s words as he found 
them exceptionally true. So now he also decided to follow that advice. 
Hesitantly he locked his grey gaze with the sapphire one.

“Aye… I am afraid,” he admitted softly.

He was actually surprised to see so much tenderness and desire in 
Legolas’ eyes, when he softly replied.

“Of what?”

“This… I… never did something like this and… don’t know if I will like 
it.”

“There is usually a little pain involved… are you averse to the idea?”

Elrohir shook his head.

“Nay… it’s only… go slowly, okay?”

Legolas smiled at him and then leaned closer and for the very first time 
kissed him. At first it was a very chaste kiss, their lips barely touching, but 
as Elrohir gradually relaxed into the blonde’s arms, he deepened the kiss. 

Elrohir moaned softly at the wet tongue that traced his lips and then 
nudged at his teeth, demanding entry and Elrohir found himself submitting 
to that demand, yielding so very willingly.

All he could hear was the soft whisper of cloth against cloth and skin 
against skin when Legolas stroked his face and neck with his lightly 
callused fingers. He shivered sensing domination even in such a simple 
touch. His nostrils flared again taking in the sweet scent of burning oils 
and the aphrodisiac that poured off the golden prince. 

When the kiss was broken, he gave a sound of disappointment but 
refrained from taking any initiative. He gathered enough to know that he 
was supposed to wait until he was specifically asked to do something. 

Legolas looked him in the eyes and then stepped back, so that the many 
candles highlighted his figure and created only a lithe silhouette in the 
room, his face unreadable.

As if under a spell, Elrohir watched the prince trace gentle fingers along 
his own stomach to his chest, lingering slightly above one nipple and then 
trailing along one arm down to the wrist. He felt a sudden wave of heat 
rush over him when he saw Legolas slowly release one long, shining 
dagger from its sheath on his forearm.

The deadly blade caught the reflection of the candles and glittered for a 
brief moment before the blonde moved it. Mesmerized Elrohir watched 
the tip of the weapon touch one perfect, pale cheek and then trail slowly 
lower through the long, graceful neck to Legolas’s collarbone.  

“Will you trust yourself to me?” asked the golden prince, tracing the tip of 
the dagger lower down his chest.

Elrohir swallowed, painfully aware of his arousal. If he had doubts if he 
would find it enjoyable, he was sure now.

“Aye. I will.” 

Legolas moved suddenly. Elrohir gasped at feeling the cold tip of the 
dagger press lightly to his vulnerable neck. 

“Are you willing to listen to me? Follow my orders? Trust your pleasure 
to me?”  Intense, sapphire eyes stared into his, forcing each and every 
word deep into his mind, imprinting them on his heart, forcing him to 
acknowledge just how important his next words were.

“Aye…” he breathed out.

There was a long silence where they only stared into each other eyes, each 
seeking something, looking for truth… and trust there.

“Good,” Legolas nearly growled, passion making his voice low and… 
husky.

“Don’t move,” he ordered finally and pressed the knife a little harder to 
his chest, cutting the cloth so skillfully that the steel never touched the 
skin. After a moment the tunic parted in two, revealing the well muscled, 
tanned chest to Legolas’ stare.

Elrohir let his breath out, relaxing visibly.

“I need you to keep still.”  Legolas started circling him.  “No matter what 
happens, no matter if the knife cuts your skin or not, you have to stand 
still. Do you trust me enough to do this? I can help you with this first task. 
I can offer you bonds, to make sure you will hold your position no matter 
what. What do you choose?”

His pride wanted him to say that he would stand no matter what, but his 
more rational part was afraid he would panic at the last moment. After 
quiet debate, undisturbed by his future lover, he answered.

“Bonds…”

He never saw the predatory grin on Legolas’ face.

“So be it.”

Elrohir swallowed when he was led to the bedchamber. Legolas stopped 
when they reached the large, four-poster bed. He was surprised to see four 
pillars at each corner of the bed. They were massive, carved and… made 
of painted steel. He swallowed when he got the idea just what they were 
for.

“If I do something you would not like, you can stop me by saying ‘Black 
Roses”. Those are your safe words. Once you use them, everything stops. I 
will not listen to anything else. Do you understand?” Legolas asked, all the 
time softly stroking his flanks with gentle touches.

“Aye…”

“Good. Now stretch your arms so that you will be touching the pillars.”

Elrohir did, and soon he found his wrists bound to them with thick, leather 
belts that would hold him, no matter how hard he struggled. 

“Spread your legs in the same manner.”

Elrohir closed his eyes and complied. He couldn’t stop the shiver that 
rocked his body at hearing that low, commanding voice. It was so 
unbelievable that he was here, willingly letting Legolas bind him to the 
pillars. Soon he stood, his arms and legs, stretched spread eagle with chest 
heaving. 

“You are so unbelievably beautiful,” Legolas murmured, stepping back for 
a moment and just admiring the slightly shorter elf, now so completely at 
his mercy, “So dark and sexy. You have no idea how long I wanted to feel 
all that power, all that strength in my hands.”

Elrohir jerked a little when he heard the dagger being released once more 
and then he felt the pressure of the tip at his neck. It scraped but didn’t cut 
the skin. He clenched his teeth feeling the cold/burning sensation travel 
down his back, cutting the material open to the ends. He exhaled sharply 
at feeling the cool air touch his suddenly heated skin.

When he felt the touch of the dagger at his shoulder, he was much more 
relaxed than the first time, thinking he knew what it was all about. In a 
few slow motions Legolas cut the whole back of his tunic off of him. 
When his back was bare he heard a soft murmur of approval from behind 
him. Legolas used the flat side of the dagger to trace his rippling muscles, 
tensing and shifting under the soft, tanned skin in an effort to keep him 
straight and not go limp in his bonds. 

“I could watch you all night… Ernil-bain. Just watch how those muscles 
shift under my touch… how your skin flushes…” he whispered quietly, 
listening to the soft sounds made by Elrohir when the cold steel touched 
his heated flesh.

Suddenly Elrohir cried out, feeling the sharp edge of the knife bite beeper 
into his skin, breaking it and drawing blood. But before he had the time to 
realize fully what was happening he felt the other elf press his lips to the 
wound and lick the cut, caressing it with his lips and soothing the pain in a 
way that Elrohir never knew.

Pain and pleasure mixed into one, perfect, oily mixture drowning his mind 
in the sensation. When Legolas left him, he moaned in need. When the 
next, this time deeper cut was delivered to his back in a quick movement, 
he jerked in his bonds, tugging at them, but the words “Black Roses” 
although just at the tip of his tongue never left his lips.

He expected the soothing feeling of Legolas’s tongue at his bleeding 
wound again but instead he felt the knife press to his left side and so very, 
very slowly press harder till the sharp edge cut the skin. Then Legolas 
dragged it along his side, nearly to his navel so slowly it lasted an eternity 
for Elrohir.  He was terrified at feeling so much pain and finding 
something strangely arousing in it.

He wanted to cry out, to scream, to beg… instead he closed his eyes tight 
and clenched his teeth, forcing himself to be quiet, not to let those safe 
words slip while Legolas cut his skin. Sometimes it was a swift, fast cut 
that Elrohir was aware of only when the burning started, sometimes it was 
slow, very painful and controlled move that forced Elrohir to stop 
breathing and see black spots dance in front of his eyes. 

He was covered in sweat, his chest heaving when Legolas finally stopped 
and Elrohir felt his lips at the deep cut just below his arm. Slowly and very 
carefully Legolas licked and sucked at every single scratch and cut. 

He couldn’t stop the small whimpers and mewls that left his lips at feeling 
Legolas fasten his lips at the wound at his left side and suck so hard it sent 
shivers of pain and pleasure down his spine and to his groin that was 
already painfully hard. He felt weak, his knees nearly giving. The heady 
mixture of sensation, the helplessness and desire were making him dizzy. 
But they also made him free. He was no longer the prince, no longer the 
Peredhil, no longer the younger twin, no longer the warrior. He was just a 
mere plaything for that wicked blond behind him and it made him feel 
better than anything else in his life. No responsibility, no choice… he was 
there just to please and his own eagerness didn’t surprise him anymore. 

When Legolas circled him again, fitting between him and the bed and 
kissed him with all the fervor he felt, Elrohir’s breath caught. He could 
taste his own blood on the soft, rosy lips and his own sweat on that darting 
tongue and it made him even more lightheaded. 

“Please…” he whispered brokenly, when Legolas finally let his mouth go.

Sapphire eyes locked with his and he shivered seeing his own hunger 
reflected in them.

“Please what, my friend?” Legolas asked, letting his hands wander to his 
back and trace the still lightly bleeding cuts with his fingertips.

“More…” whispered Elrohir brokenly, his face burning in shame, his eyes 
full of desperation.  “Make me yours… take me… use me… make me 
forget about everything else in the world…”

“Are you sure, Pen-vara? It’s your first time…” Legolas asked, 
concerned. He wasn’t too far-gone yet. He knew Elrohir would be sore 
and in pain tomorrow. 

“I’m sure… do it, Legolas… make me yours…”

Finally, seeing the need in Elrohir’s eyes, Legolas nodded. In few fast, 
careful movements he cut the leggings off of him and Elrohir was left 
naked and shivering, standing bound and spread in front of the Mirkwood 
prince.

“Do you remember the safe words?” Legolas asked, but his voice was 
different from that gentle murmur from before. It was cold and low… 
Elrohir shivered once more and nodded.

Without a word, Legolas moved to the box, sitting on the bedside table 
and rummaged through it for a moment.

Then he straightened, hiding the item behind his back not letting Elrohir 
see it. Slowly, he came around him and Elrohir could hear the soft rustle 
of silk and guessed that Legolas was disrobing as well. Then he felt the 
naked, hot body behind him, pressing into his tormented back and a loud 
moan left his lips at feeling the hot skin touch his tender back and 
Legolas’s gentle hands mapping his body, snaking to his front and then he 
groaned feeling those slightly calloused hands close around his straining, 
heavy erection and stroke him in slow, tantalizing movements. 

He arched his back, throwing his head back to rest it on Legolas’ shoulder 
when the other elf used his thumb to tease the weeping slit and massage 
the highly sensitive, dark head of his cock. 

When he felt he was just so close to his orgasm, Legolas suddenly stopped 
and moved back. Before Elrohir had the time to catch his breath he heard a 
swish in the air and then a burning, sharp pain on his back. He screamed 
when another and another blow landed on his back and buttocks, making 
him arch forwards, as far away from the whip as possible, but his bonds 
kept him in place.

He didn’t ever realize he was crying when the whip kissed the insides of 
his widely spread legs. He screamed and jerked harshly, the safe words at 
the front of his mind, but they never crossed his lips. 

Finally the whipping stopped and Elrohir wasn’t able to stand anymore 
and went completely limp in his bonds, hanging on his wrists, knees bent 
so that they were nearly touching the bed. His whole body hurt, still he 
knew that Legolas had controlled the blows masterfully so that none of 
them cut his skin or hurt him more than the prince intended. 

He barely noticed his wrists being freed and strong yet gentle hands 
helping him lie face down on the bed. He felt the wet, soothing kisses at 
his cheek and brow and whispers of appreciation. Legolas was telling him 
how proud he was of him, how sexy he looked and how desirable he was 
right now.

He had only the strength to whimper slightly when he felt a slick, cool 
finger slip between his cheeks, caressing his crack, obviously preparing 
him for what was going to happen next. This reminded him of his own, 
still painfully hard erection and his need for release. His muscles were 
quivering, his mind flying high. All was forgotten, all except the slick 
touch at the entrance to his body which mattered to him right now. 

He spread his legs more, wantonly, showing just how eager he was. 

A wail left his lips when Legolas covered his burning back with his 
weight, pressing his lips to his sweaty neck and licking him there. His 
weight aggravated the already abused skin on his whole backside and he 
couldn’t stop the painful whimpers and tears that flowed down his cheeks, 
nor did he want Legolas to stop. 

He actually breathed a sigh of relief when one slick finger slid inside his 
passage. He wasn’t a virgin and knew he must relax but he found it not 
necessary. He was too tired, too exhausted by the pain and the tension to 
be able to tense up anymore. His body felt incredibly pliant in Legolas’s 
hands, as if the golden prince had put some kind of spell on him. 

Legolas feeling the ease in which his finger slid into the hot passage added 
a second and soon a third finger, stretching his lover carefully. 

Elrohir buried his face in the pillow to stop himself from crying out loud 
when his lover’s fingers found his prostate and stroked it every once and 
awhile. 

He bucked his hips, trying to impale himself further in the stretching 
fingers, eager for more stimulation. He felt just how close to his own 
release he was, felt it dancing just out of reach and was able to think only 
about it. 

He whimpered when Legolas pulled his fingers from his body and turned 
to see what he was doing.

What he was, made his breath to catch. 

Legolas was kneeling on the bed, between his spread legs, his long pale 
body looking like a beautiful, sensual marble statue lit by the dozens of 
candles still burning in the room. His long hair now completely loose was 
falling on his shoulders in a wave of spun gold. His eyes were closed as 
his hand coated his long, pale cock in slick, glistening oil. 

When he opened his eyes and locked his darkened, sapphire gaze with his, 
Elrohir knew he was completely in his power. He didn’t even whimper 
when the prince took his welted shoulders and pulled him upright. Pliant 
and obedient like never before in his life he let himself be positioned to 
Legolas’ liking and kept still as hands traced the burning, aching welts and 
cuts pressing sometimes, sometimes soothing with gentle fingers. 

Then he felt those strong, archer’s hands take his buttocks in his hands and 
moaned at the pain/ pleasure of it. Elrohir closed his eyes when the blonde 
slowly yet forcefully parted his cheeks, exposing his slick and stretched 
entrance to his hungry gaze and then he felt something hot and blunt at his 
hole.

He gave out a plaintive whimper and rocked his body backwards.

“Shh… sweet one. Soon…” Legolas soothed and with one, slow, insistent 
movement breached the dark haired elf, forcing his erection deep into his 
body, until he was buried to the hilt in the tight, hot passage.

Elrohir mewled, feeling the slick hardness slide along his passage walls 
and fill him so deeply, so utterly! The slow movement gave him the ability 
to feel each and every inch that was forced into his tight body as his 
opening was forced to accept the hard member. 

He barely felt the teeth that fastened on his neck, his only thought to rock 
his body, to make that hard cock inside him move and give him pleasure. 

As if reading his thoughts Legolas complied and set a deep yet slow 
rhythm, backing off almost all the way, until only his head was buried in 
Elrohir, and then pushing in, until his sack was pressed tightly to the 
burning skin of Elrohir’s behind.

The blonde prince closed his hand around his straining erection and fisted 
him slowly, in time with his movements. Elrohir cried out with each 
inwards thrust that glided along his prostate, causing sparks of 
unbelievable pleasure shoot through his body, making him absolutely lost, 
unaware of his surroundings. 

“Come,” came the command in a surprisingly even, demanding voice as if 
Legolas wasn’t about to come himself.  “Come for me, Melethron.”

It was all too much for Elrohir and with a tormented wail he let go, his 
seed splashing on Legolas’s hand and his whole body convulsing 
violently. His release was so strong that his eyes rolled back and he lost 
consciousness for a brief moment, falling on the bed, not noticing the 
violent tremors that also rocked Legolas’ body when he felt the walls of 
Elrohir’s tight passage constrict around him, squeezing him and milking 
him as well. 

Legolas braced himself on his arms so as not to crush the elf beneath him. 
He looked with tenderness at the sweaty, flushed face and leaned closer to 
kiss the trace of tears away from his face. His whole back, buttocks and 
the inner sides of his thighs were covered in various cuts and welts. 

Taking a few deep breaths Legolas calmed his body and then stood up, 
going to the bathroom for a wet, cool cloth.

Elrohir woke up to the sensation of a cool, wet cloth sliding along his 
tormented back. He whimpered a little when his mind registered the 
burning pain all over his body.

“Shh… Elrohir, everything is okay. I know it hurts. B