Title: His Lord
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang  (Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com)
Pairing: Haldir/Celeborn, Maybe more
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Young Haldir has fallen in love with his Lord Celeborn, and 
one day in the bathing rooms, he gets his real first meeting with the Lord 
and learns of a secret that he is not sure he should ever have discovered.
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to Tolkien, not I; I only 
take claim over the story line. The name Halenil was shamelessly stolen 
from Implacida.
Warning: if all goes to plan, this will be a really intense story; I plan to 
have slash (der), BDSM, BP, and a dash of non-con not quite rape, and 
Humil.
A/N: For this story alone I have made the age order of Haldir and his 
brothers to start off Orophin as eldest, Rumil, middle, and Haldir himself, 
youngest.
 
Chapter 1 – The Choice
 
His Lord’s hands swept his hair from his face and he kissed the nape of his 
neck; he leaned forward to give better access as a shiver ran down his 
spine. Celeborn’s tongue swept out and licked from about half way down 
his naked back up to his hairline, right along his spine; he couldn’t prevent 
a gasp from escaping his lips. The silver Lord came to stand in before him, 
kissing around his neck and up to his ear where he bit the lobe lightly, then 
licked up to the tip and sucked on it for a moment, eliciting a moan. Then 
the mouth pulled away and blew a draft of cool air, causing him to shiver 
once more.
 
Silver-blue eyes fastened onto his own stormy grey and his Lord drew 
forward, planting teasing butterfly kisses along his face - first his 
forehead, then his right temple and his left, down his cheeks, and on his 
eyelids, one on the tip of his nose and then his chin. Haldir couldn’t help 
but whine and lean forward, catching his Lord’s mouth in the sweet kiss 
that had until then been denied. His Lord’s hands traveled up his arms so 
lightly that he could barely feel them, and goose bumps traveled with the 
slightly ticklish sensation; they then wound into his long, slivery-blond 
mane of hair and held on, taking control of the wayward kiss.
 
His Lord’s tongue lapped along the seam of his lips and he could only 
open to the assault; his Lord kissed wonderfully; and his tongue slid inside 
and explored, wrapping along his own tongue and feeling up across his 
palate and between his teeth and his cheeks. Haldir groaned, loudly; he 
wanted more and pushed himself closer to Celeborn’s lips, his lungs 
starting to burn for air, and he breathed in through his nose the best he 
could considering the close proximity between himself and his Lord.
 
His hands started to wander down his Lord’s shoulders and were 
immediately grasped by Celeborn’s larger ones. He was pushed backwards 
until his knees rested against the edge of the bed, then he was given a firm 
shove and fell, his Lord landing lightly on top of him. The kiss finally 
broke as the burn for air in their lungs became too much; they both gasped 
for breath, and Haldir noted that he wasn’t the only one greatly affected by 
the kiss they had shared; his Lords eyes were dark with passion.
 
Those very same eyes started a journey down the length of his body. A 
finger pressed down to the side of one of his nipples and then scrapped 
over it with his nail. Then his Lord’s lips moved down and encircled the 
pert nub of flesh, sucking on it, then biting it and laving at it with his 
tongue once more.
 
He couldn’t help but groan, and his fingers gripped his lover’s shoulders. 
His Lord licked a trail down his stomach to his belly, his tongue started to 
stroke in and out of his navel, and Haldir squirmed, gasping for breath. 
Then Celeborn continued down, his tongue leaving a moist trail in the 
light, fine blond hair running from his navel and surrounding the base of 
his cock. His Lord nuzzled into the hair and then licked the soft, fleshy sac 
further down, rolling it around in his mouth and sucking on it.
 
Haldir gasped and he couldn’t help but start begging for his Lord to take 
him. So Celeborn did; he straightened up and reached over Haldir to the 
nightstand and took up a glass vial that contained scented oil that he loved 
to use for massage. Opening it let loose the spicy tangerine scent. Haldir 
let a lazy smile take over his features. He loved this smell; it always 
reminded him of his coupling with his Lord
 
Celeborn coated his hand and then trailed it down his body till his finger 
was rubbing back and forth across Haldir’s puckered opening. Haldir 
squirmed under the breezing contact, wanting more yet not getting it. 
Soon, though, the finger was pressing inside, and he laid back and rested 
his head on the pillow while his Lord prepared him. He took the finger 
nearly all the way out before he plunged it back in with another.
 
As they drove into his body they stroked across something that made 
lights shoot off in his mind and his hips buck forward. He heard his Lord’s 
murmur of love as if from a distance, and he groaned as the fingers 
pressed against his prostate once more, almost giddy with the pleasure. 
Soon the fingers were leaving, and came back again with a third, 
stretching him and preparing him for what was to come.
 
He begged his Lord to take him, and he complied, the fingers retreating 
and he positioning his body over Haldir’s and moving his slick erection to 
enter him. Celeborn smiled down at him and then he was gone. 
 
Haldir groaned as he heard his brother’s voices from the main room; they 
had just returned home from their patrol and had no courtesy for those 
trying to sleep. Rúmil was yelling down to his friends that he would see 
them in the morning.
 
Haldir sat up and glared at the door. He moved his hand over his body and 
quickly took himself in hand and stroked till his release came and he 
moaned, clenching his eyes shut. Then standing, washing his body and 
pulling on a pair of breeches, he walked over to the door and pulled it 
open forcefully. “Rúmil, stop all your racket! You could have told them 
about that while you were still down there without having to come up here 
to wake the rest of Lórien.
 
Rúmil gave him a once-over, then started laughing. “Forgive me, brother, 
I will remember that next time,” he said with a mock bow before fleeing to 
his own room, peels of laughter following in his wake. Haldir glared at his 
retreating back, and then the door to his room as it was quickly shut. 
Orophin started laughing off to his right somewhere, and as he looked he 
discovered it to be from one of the chairs situated before the fire.
 
“What?” he asked, highly annoyed. Orophin stopped laughing and smiled 
into the fire in front of which he was currently warming up. Haldir sighed 
long and hard then went back into his room and fixed up his leggings 
pulling on a stray shirt from the floor. He pulled on his boots and laced 
them up, then walked out of his room and climbed down the rope ladder to 
the forest floor. He walked away, needing a moment to himself in which 
he would be undisturbed.
 
He fled to his favorite thinking spot; it was a small grove that most didn’t 
know, situated behind a thick bush with only one way in and out. He 
crawled in and slowly laid down in the small bower created by the plant 
life, and curled in on himself. He had been having dreams lately, about 
Lord Celeborn, which frightened him.
 
Celeborn was a powerful elf, old and wise, and also married to a sorceress. 
Even if Celeborn should ever want him, it would be foolish to try anything 
under Galadriel’s very nose. But he was a child, new to the Galadrim, and 
found himself frequently the sorce of the other sentinels’ amusement. He 
was still under training with one of the elves though - Anarion. But he did 
nothing to help him. Haldir knew he was alone.
 
He looked up at the stars and sighed long and deep. He would have asked 
for help but that would give cause for ridicule, not save him from it. And 
he couldn’t ask his brothers. They already thought to little of him, they 
loved him dearly, but they had never thought he was meant for one of the 
guards. So Haldir had to prove to all of Lothlórien, that he, Haldir son of 
Halenil, could be the best. And not just for himself, but also for his 
unrequited love.
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
It was early the next morning when Haldir dragged himself up and slowly 
walked back to his home. He climbed up the ladder, went to his room and 
grabbed a clean pair of leggings and a shirt. He took this and the rest of his 
clothing, with an extra towel, down to the bathing rooms. He walked into 
one; it was empty due to the earliness of the hour, setting his belongings 
down on a bench, he stripped and sat down in the warm pool.
 
It was made to seat seven comfortably at a time, and the walls were made 
of marble, with little grooves on the floor to help prevent slipping. The 
water was fed in from a hot spring a few miles away, so it was always 
warm, but not overly so. And around two sides ran a ledge in the pool so 
one could sit and enjoy relaxing in the hot water.
 
He washed his body and his hair, and just as he was leaving, he heard 
voices coming. One he recognized as Gwindor, the March Warden of 
Lothlórien; the other he knew to be Celeborn. They walked in; Celeborn’s 
eyes scanned the room and he saw Haldir standing up. He managed a 
slight bow before hurrying over to his clothes, where he took up his towel 
to hide his nakedness.
 
Celeborn seemed to not notice, or at least not the care, about the blush 
staining his cheeks as he blatantly scrutinized Haldir’s body. Haldir didn’t 
know exactly what to do so he just stood there, then Celeborn looked over 
to Gwindor, who was smirking, and then back to Haldir, with a raised 
eyebrow.
 
“My Lord, allow me to introduce Haldir; he is currently training to be a 
Guard under my supervision,” Gwindor said. Celeborn nodded.
 
“It is good to meet you.” Celeborn walked a bit closer to the youth and 
stared into his eyes this time. Haldir blushed a little more and lowered his 
head. Then there was his Lord’s hand, lifting up his face so their eyes 
could meet once more. “Never look down - that is a sign of weakness, and 
you do not look to be weak to me,” he said.
 
He walked away then, after receiving a curt nod from Haldir, and stripped 
down with the March Warden. Haldir could not help but look over 
Celeborn’s body as he himself dressed. Celeborn was strong still, even 
though he sat at) his desk more often than not. His tanned skin was 
stretched just perfectly over his firm muscles and his thin lips were just 
slightly darker and pinker than the rest of his skin. His dark eyes were 
framed by even darker lashes and thicker, arched eyebrows, his pointed 
ears sticking out through his blond hair.
 
His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist and the two round 
globes of his buttocks, and then on to his thick-muscled thighs and his 
calves, to his feet with their long toes. His perfection was marred, though, 
by ugly bruises and cuts crisscrossing his chest and back, with scratches of 
nail, whip and knife. Blood still trickled down from between his thighs, 
but he did not seem to care that Haldir could see all this, for surely he 
knew what a sight he presented.
 
Haldir gulped, and fled as soon as he was dressed. He ran all the way back 
to his talan and threw himself onto his bed. He cried, not knowing why, 
but what he had seen had frightened him his Lord was supposed to be 
mighty and strong; now he was flawed with these trivial wounds, and what 
happened was obvious – Haldir just wondered who had caused them. 
Could it have been Gwindor, or was he just there as a friend, confidant 
perhaps?
 
Haldir didn’t know, and he was confused, but he knew better then to say 
anything. His Lord did not seem to be afraid of anything his Lord seemed 
to be afraid of nothing – it had probably been nothing. But he couldn’t 
forget the image of the beautiful body and all of the wounds it bore. And 
Celeborn’s eyes, when they had looked at each other - they held such 
wisdom and fearlessness, but they were still haunted, and that was what 
confused him the most.
 
He slowly drew himself up, washed his face and ate a light breakfast. 
Then he pulled on his belt, with his scabbard attached, and then he threw 
his quiver and bow over his shoulder. He climbed down the ladder and 
dropped the last few feet to the ground. He quickly walked to the barracks. 
There most of the men ignored him at the moment, making it easy for him 
to find Anárion. When he did, Anárion spared him a glance before 
continuing to talk with his friends. At this Haldir sat down just outside of 
the circle, but close enough to be able to hear if Anárion had something to 
say to him.
 
It was only a few minutes before their party stood and began walking out 
into the forest. Their talking and laughter died down and the group was 
serious, which was required for the concentration needed as one of the 
Galadrim wardens. They made their way quickly and quietly to the 
southern borders.  It had been peaceful down there for months and a 
perfect place for a new recruit to learn the basics of stealth, and other 
essential skills, without worry. That was probably why the group teased 
him - they had no action, and blamed it on him.
 
His week was spent out by the borders, but it wasn’t long before he was 
back in the main city, climbing up the rope ladder to his talan after having 
taken a quick bath. As he entered, he became aware of an elf in his home 
and as he climbed the last few rungs’ to pull himself inside, the other elf 
stood and walked over to him, and it was then he noted that the intruder 
was Celeborn.
 
His eyes widened. “Lord Celeborn,” he said, with a respectful bow. “What 
brings you here?” he questioned.
 
Celeborn didn’t answer at first, instead making himself comfortable on a 
great, plush pillow before the fire with a decanter of wine with a goblet 
beside him. “Curiosity.” He finally answered Haldir’s question.
 
Haldir nodded his head mutely. “Is there something you need?” he asked 
after a moment. Celeborn ignored him once more, staring into the fire as if 
in deep reflection. Haldir slowly walked closer, his brow furrowed. “My 
Lord?” he questioned.
 
Slowly Celeborn looked up, his deep blue eyes locking with Haldir’s in 
the dim light offered by the talan’s fire. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said 
simply. Haldir nodded and took a seat on one of the other cushions and 
waited to see what his Lord would do next. 
 
Celeborn sat still, staring into the warm fire once more, and after a few 
seconds, took another drink from his wine goblet. “I have an offer for 
you,” he said after he had set the glass down, then looked over to the 
Elfling.
 
“What is it, my Lord?” Haldir prompted after a moment.
 
Celeborn looked back at the fire and took up his wine again, then he set it 
down and once more started to speak. “You saw me the other day at the 
bathing house, did you not?” he asked. Haldir knew instantly, he was not 
simply talking about seeing him, but about the bruises and the blood that 
had covered his body.
 
“Yes, I did,” he answered honestly.
 
Celeborn nodded, not having expected anything else from the youth. “I 
need for you not to tell anyone of it, and I would like to offer it to you in 
return.” Haldir was confused; offer him what, exactly? The chance to 
abuse his Lord, or the chance to be abused by his Lord or whoever it was 
that had done it to Celeborn?
 
Celeborn picked up on the youth’s confusion and uncertainty, and set out 
to educate him. “It is not as bad as it looks. Pain can be an exciting facet 
of pleasure, for both are so close to the same; the sting of a knife running 
over your skin, when done properly, can excite your body,” he said.
 
Haldir’s eyes were wide now as he listened to Celeborn’s words, 
continuing to relate personal experiences. “The pain I could cause you… 
not only will it intensify your pleasure, but it can help with your pain 
tolerance, making you less susceptible to torture if you should ever be 
captured by orcs, which is a constant threat for border guards,” he said.
 
Haldir nodded mutely. He had never once in his life thought that the first 
time he conversed with Lord Celeborn it would be about pain and 
pleasure. He was confused also. He wanted to please Celeborn, but he was 
afraid of the offer; it would be painful, even Celeborn admitted to that, but 
from the look of his Lord’s body, it would be more than painful, but also 
pleasurable.
 
Celeborn gave him a half smile. “I’ll come by in a week and will take your 
answer then.” He took up the goblet once more and drained the remaining 
liquid from its depths, then stood, stretched and walked over to the door, 
disappearing out of it and leaving behind a very confused elf.
 
Haldir stared into nothing for the longest time before he finally forced 
himself to stand and retreat to his room. He was tired from the long week 
at his post, and then having come home to this, as soon as his head hit the 
pillow, he was asleep fell asleep.
 
TBC…


NC-17, Haldir/Celeborn, and Haldir/Celeborn/Gwindor, and little bit of 
BP.
Title: His Lord – Beta-ed chapter not back yet, and I think me readers 
might not like to wait much longer. Besides, I cant, I want more reviews, 
hee hee.
Pairing: Haldir/Celeborn, and Haldir/Celeborn/Gwindor
Rating: NC-17
Warning: BP, and threesome

Chapter 2 – The Answer

Just like Celeborn had said, on the seventh day from his proposition, 
Haldir was summoned to a lunch with his Lord. Haldir looked at the letter 
with a focus like one of absolute dread. His eyes were wide and he was 
sweating in fear. He knew he could deny Celeborn nothing, he would 
consent to this, and he just knew he was going to regret it.

He set the letter down, and dressed quickly in his nicest dark grey slacks, 
and an off white shirt with a silver-grey tunic over it. He pulled his hair 
back in the typical warrior’s braids, and then walked out to the main room, 
his brothers were sitting there with a couple of their friends from the 
watch. Rumil looked up and waved his brother over to his group.

“Why are you all dressed up, brother?” he asked, Orophin looked up at 
Haldir then, “You finally going with a girl?” Rumil continued. 

Haldir smiled at his brothers words, “No, ‘tis no girl, and don’t say a guy 
either.” He warned as his elder brother’s mouth opened to say something 
again, “I have been summoned by Lord Celeborn.”

Orophin and Rumil’ eyes widened, “You were summoned by him? What 
for? Did you do something you weren’t supposed to?” Haldir raised an 
eyebrow at the questions, “No, I didn’t, and I wont find out till I go and 
see him.” He said, stopping any more questions before they could be 
asked. “I will see you two tonight.” He said, then walked over to the door 
and went through it and then down the rope ladder, he would need to find 
a suitable lie to tell them, for he could not say the truth.

He soon found himself being led by a servant up a spiraling staircase, he 
had never before been up this way, and so he was looking around and 
learning the place. Then they stopped in front of a door and the servant bid 
him to enter. Celeborn was on the other side; he was reclining on a 
cushion set before a large window showing the sky above.

Beside him was a tray of foods: fruit, cheese, bread, and roasted duck. He 
looked up as the door closed and motioned for Haldir to come in and take 
a seat. He sat across from the Lord who then took up a bit of the cheese 
and pushed the tray closer to Haldir. He inclined his head in thanks, and 
took a piece of sliced apple.

They soon dug into the duck, and Celeborn poured himself some wine, 
before passing the bottle and a goblet to Haldir. He took them gratefully, 
before pouring himself some as well and taking a gulp of the sweet liquid 
before continuing with his meal. “There is also some soup near the fire, to 
stay warm, if you want some.”

Haldir looked over and saw the pot that Celeborn was referring to, he 
slowly pushed himself to his feet and walked over to it, then bent down 
and sniffed it, he couldn’t identify what it was, but it smelt good, so he 
took up a bowl and dipped himself some, “If you wouldn’t mind, Haldir, 
could you dip me a bowl as well?” Celeborn asked.

Haldir nodded his head, took up one more and filled it, then walked back 
and gave one of them over to Celeborn, “Thank you.” His Lord said 
gratefully. Haldir nodded and sat down again, taking some bread to use as 
a scoop to eat. Finishing his meal he took his goblet to take a drink when 
he noticed Celeborn staring at him, his eyes watching everything that the 
young Galadrim warrior did.

He slowly took a sip of the wine, then set it down once more, there was no 
talking, and Haldir begin to fidget under the scrutiny of the powerful elf 
lord. Finally the eyes left him as his Lord took up his own wine and took a 
gulp, swirling around the amber liquid while he stared at it, “Have you 
decided?” He asked, carefully, understanding that Haldir was not 
comfortable with this.

Haldir nodded his head slowly, “I have,” he started, “and except.” 
Celeborn nodded, as if he had not expected anything other then that. He 
put his goblet to his lips once more and drank down the remaining liquid, 
stood then stretched out a hand for Haldir to take, Haldir looked at it, and 
finally he took the offered hand and followed as Celeborn led him out of 
the room and to the halls.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He was led to a room on the higher levels of the Mallorn, and as he 
entered he smelt the distinct scent of old passion and blood; he shivered. 
He looked around slowly, a large bed dominated the room, but it was 
pushed off to a corner where the headboard and the right side touched the 
walls.

It had four brass posters with chains and manacles attached to each near 
the bottom, the sheets were dyed to a dark green and the head board was 
decorated with the image of a great tree and vines. There was a fireplace 
across from the bed, with a fire lit already, and a box sat to the front of the 
bed against the wall. Another sat near the foot of the bed, it as well against 
the wall.

On it sat Gwindor, Haldir’s eyes widened slightly, and he looked 
hesitantly up at Celeborn, but his Lord did nothing but walk up to the bed 
and sit on it, sighing and relaxing back, closing his eyes. Haldir fidgeted 
by the door for a few moments before Gwindor took mercy on him and 
asked him to shut and lock the door.

He did so, then once again stood and fidgeted. “By the gods, Haldir, 
relax!” He reprimanded, gesturing for him to take a seat. Haldir smiled 
slightly and did as told, sitting on the other box at the head of the bed. But 
when Celeborn beckoned him over with a wave of his hand, and so Haldir 
walked up to him, and looked down into the dark blue eyes.

“Strip,” he ordered. Haldir’s eyes widened, but with only a small amount 
of hesitation, he started undoing the laces to his tunic. Then he let it fall to 
the floor, soon followed by his shirt and his boots and with a bit more 
hesitation his pants slid down his thighs to join the pile.

Haldir could feel both pairs of eyes scanning over his body, and he tried to 
stand still, but it was more the a little unnerving. “Lay down.” Celeborn 
then ordered, motioning to the bed, as he stood up to let Haldir lay the 
length of it fully. Haldir slowly climbed onto it, then laid down on his 
back, eyeing Celeborn closely as he walked to the box he had recently 
vacated.

“What do you think, Gwindor?” Celeborn asked, peeking over his 
shoulder at the march warden. Gwindor didn’t answer for a moment, 
instead letting his eyes wander over Haldir’s squirming form for a few 
moments.

“Take it easy on him for his first time,” he started, “and, Haldir, are you 
untouched?” He asked.

Celeborn seemed to take that into consideration, then peered at the 
guardian while they waited for him to answer, who soon nodded. Celeborn 
sighed, “I suppose you’re right then.” He then settled himself on the bed, 
leaving the box alone for now. Reaching out, he lit a finger trail down 
Haldir’s abdomen to his hip and down his thigh; he could feel the 
guardian’s muscles contract under his touch.

Leaning over his body, Celeborn stared down into the blue eyes before 
pressing down the last bit of space to press his lips to the others. It was 
chaste at first, but then he deepened it, letting his tongue swipe out against 
the other elf’s lips, and then in between as they parted for his exploration. 
One of Celeborn’s hands came up to hold Haldir’s head in place, and the 
other traveled down his neck to his shoulder and down his chest, lightly 
caressing his flesh in soothing strokes.

Haldir’s slowly relaxed under Celeborn’s ministrations, he parted their 
lips, leaving a trail down his chin and neck of light teasing kisses, biting 
down on the edge of his collarbone where his neck met his shoulder, 
Haldir groaned and lit his head fall back to give better access. Celeborn let 
his hand wander further down the elf’s body, splaying his finger lightly 
across the other elf’s abdomen and applying a little bit of pressure while 
stroking his fingers across the smooth skin.

Another hand joined the one on his stomach, even though Celeborn still 
had one hand in his hair, his eyes widened when a second mouth joined 
the other hand and laved wet kisses along the thin train of hair, nuzzling in 
the golden curls slightly before lapping at the tip of his erection for a few 
moments, then gently sliding his tongue down and around the base, 
moving back up, and finally taking Haldir’s cock into his mouth.

The younger elf’s eyes grew wide and his hips arched up before strong 
fingers pressed down firmly, keeping him immobile. He moaned and 
screwed his eyes shut. Then gentle fingers were smoothing out the 
wrinkles on his face, opening his eyes, he saw Celeborn looking down at 
his kindly, a small smile twitching at the corners of his lips, before they 
came down to his own.

Haldir groaned again, this time cause the mouth moved from his cock 
down to the sac underneath, rolling them around and then moving even 
further. Hands spread his legs wider apart and helped arch his hips up a 
bit, before the mouth returned, a tongue swirling around the puckered 
opening to his body and then delving inside. He gasped sharply, Celeborn 
back away from him then, and looked down the length of the others body 
to see Gwindor lapping away between Haldir’s legs.

Celeborn smiled slightly, “Like that?” he asked, looking back at the 
young, saucer eyes elf. Haldir moaned again, his eyes rolling back and his 
lids closing firmly over the blue orbs. Celeborn laughed, his finger trailing 
down the lithe body and lightly fingering the rosy tip of Haldir’s erection. 
It twitched, practically jumping into his hand, begging for more attention, 
and He couldn’t help but respond. Grasping the rigid length in his palm, 
he started giving it firm long strokes.

“Gwindor, that’s enough, were going to make him cum before we’re 
ready.” Celeborn said, pulling the other elf up by his hair, before kissing 
him. Haldir could see their tongues twinning before their lips even fully 
closed. He groaned again. After a moment Celeborn started to divest the 
other elf clothes, and Gwindor reciprocated, undoing the clasps and ties 
almost reverently, caressing every inch of sweet pale skin shown to him as 
the cloth was removed.

Celeborn then laid himself down beside Haldir, studying his face for a 
moment before kissing him softly, then moving his lips down the younger 
elf’s body again. Gwindor laid himself down on the younger elf’s other 
side, and he turned Haldir’s head towards him and taking his lips. Haldir 
soon felt a moist finger at his opening where Gwindor had just left, he 
tensed up, Celeborn moved his free hand and started to gently stroke his 
fingers down the other elf’s thigh, when he relaxed enough, he pushed his 
finger in.

Haldir’s eyes widened, while knowing about what happened, it still didn’t 
prepare him for how uncomfortable the reality of it was. “Relax, calm 
down.” Gwindor whispered pressing chaste kisses to his lips and running 
the palm of his hand down Haldir’s arms and chest in soothing strokes. 
Gwindor moved his lips up to Haldir’s ear and nibbled on the lobe a bit 
then moved up and sucked on the tip. Haldir moaned, closing his eyes, 
fingers finding and gripping around the warden’s arm.

The finger started pumping in and out of his body, it was more then a little 
uncomfortable at first, but it wasn’t long before he grew used to it, and 
soon another finger joined. He winced at this, but his body accepted and 
they started pulling in and pushing out while scissoring to spread him 
open. Gwindor moved his attention to further down Haldir’s body, nipping 
at his throat and down to his chest.

One more finger joined and continued its ministrations, and Haldir relaxed 
as the pleasure of the moment washed over him, slowly letting his eyes 
drift shut a moan to slip post his parted lips, his pink tongue darting out to 
moisten his lips. Celeborn looked up and tapped lightly at Gwindor’s side, 
the other looked down but kept up his movements, kissing and lapping at 
the younger elf’s nipples.

Celeborn gave a questioning look while looking at Haldir then back to 
Gwindor, slowly the other nodded his head and went back to work. 
Celeborn reached for the oil one more time and coated his own erection, 
then slowly withdrew his fingers from the others channel and pressed 
himself into the other, who immediately tensed up, eyes widening and 
watching Celeborn’s every move. “Relax or it will hurt.” Gwindor 
instructed, smoothing his hands over the other elf’s body.

After a few moments, Haldir did relax, and Celeborn pushed into the other 
elf, and let his head fall forward as the tight heat surrounded him. When he 
was completely sheathed, he paused looking down at Haldir, who stared 
up at him with wide eyes, breathe hitching as he squirmed around looking 
for more contact. Celeborn hissed in a breath, grinning at Gwindor as the 
younger elf’s hips pressed upwards and inadvertently pushed Celeborn’s 
cock deeper into him.

Haldir whimpered plaintively as Celeborn made a shallow thrust into his 
body, and then flexed his hips again, bringing his ankles up to Celeborn’s 
waist and locking them. Celeborn leaned down, pressing his lips to the 
others and started a rhythm with his hips; pulling out slowly and thrusting 
back into the body bellow him. Gwindor moved over to the side of the 
bed, leaning over and pulling up his knife.

He crawled back over to the others on the bed, and leaned down next to 
the other elf, Celeborn stopping, holding completely still as Gwindor 
pulled his knife out of its sheath. Haldir looked up, worry in his eyes, but 
not moving to stop the others. The warden pressed the sharp end of the 
blade down against Haldir chest, right under his collarbone, and he slowly 
dragged it, leaving a thin trail of red behind it. Haldir gasped, his body 
jerking back, then stilling as Celeborn’s hands held him still.

The knife came back again, pressing against the flesh under his nipple, and 
cutting up and over the nub, nearing the opposite shoulder from the last 
cut. A few tears escaped Haldir’s eyes, and his teeth came down onto his 
lips, pressing down to keep from losing control. Celeborn’s leaned down 
and pressed his lips against the others, murmuring words of praise and 
reassurance. Gwindor’s fingers came down to the blood spilling over and 
he spread it across the younger elf’s chest, creating patterns only he 
seemed to be able to see in the dark red liquid.

He then leaned down, sucking the abused nipple into his mouth and 
lapping at it and the blood leaking from the wound. Celeborn then started 
his light thrusting again, soon starting to pick up the pace as the pleasure 
consumed him. Gwindor’s hand skimmed down Haldir’s chest and 
reached for his arousal, stroking it in time with his Lord’s thrust. Haldir 
stiffened, his eyes shutting tight and a deep groaned leaving his lips as he 
reached orgasm, whimpering as Gwindor continued to tease his sensitive 
flesh.

Celeborn gripped his hips harshly for a moment as his body convulsed, 
and his seed spilling into the younger elf. He pressed his hands into the 
bed on either side of the younger elf’s head; his breath coming in short 
pants. It wasn’t long before he took control of his body again and pulled 
out relaxing on the Haldir’s other side, and taking his lips for a deep kiss.

Gwindor took Celeborn’s place and pressed into Haldir’s body, still 
stroking the young elf’s flesh as it swelled to hardness again, Haldir’s 
whimpers of near pain, being replaced with the pleasure of touch and the 
rough thrusting once more. He leaned down and took Haldir’s lips in a 
breathless kiss after they were abandoned, stopping his near frantic 
pounding for a moment to take the young elf’s legs up and place them on 
his shoulders, then continuing.

Celeborn smiled at the two of them, then leaned down and pressed his 
nose into the younger elf’s armpit licking and sucking. He felt the older of 
the two stiffen and cry out as he released, Haldir soon following after and 
falling into a limp heap, his member twitching with the rest of his body 
and short spasms took him.

Gwindor fell down to rest next to Haldir, wrapping his arms around him 
and pulling the younger elf’s back against his chest. Celeborn scooted 
closer and laid the young blonds head down on his chest as he relaxed 
back. The warden soon fishing down bellow them for the blankets to keep 
the chill off, then laid back to rest, already listening to Haldir’s deep even 
breathing.

TBC…

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Title: His Lord: The Beginning
Pairing: Haldir/Celeborn, and a very small amount of 
Galadriel/Haldir/Celeborn and Galadriel/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: slight non-con, and some aspects of domination

A/N: Mawgy was kind enough to beta this for me, thank you much!

Chapter 3 – Plans and Pain

Haldir had gone back to his room later that evening, Celeborn and 
Gwindor having taken their pleasure from his body a couple more times 
and also, letting him take Gwindor a few. They hadn’t cut him anymore, 
but he knew more would come and he was dreading it.

When he arrived home, his brothers were gone, but it was just as well, for 
he had not thought up a proper excuse yet. So instead, he made himself 
something to eat and sat down in his room, and thought about what he 
would tell them. Maybe he could say Gwindor had expressed to their Lord 
that Haldir could be trained, specially, for reasons not given to him yet.

When called, he is meeting with Gwindor, or Celeborn, or even maybe 
someone else, and is learning from them. He liked the sound of that, but to 
make it plausible he would have to train himself to be harder, stronger, 
and he would have to learn more. He would gather books from Lorien’s 
library, read them, learn them and know them.

Its not like the Galadrim are unlearned, but they are not thought to need 
the knowledge of scholars, only those leading, and or with money and 
higher nobility. Haldir and his brothers were in none of those categories, 
but their ancestors were warriors and had served under Amroth when he 
ruled Lothlyrien as his guards.

He stood and made his way to the bathhouse, there he washed up and then 
he went to the library, he wasn’t here often, actually he had last been here 
when delivering a message to one of the scribes. He looked around at the 
books in the extensive collection and pulled out one, it was a large history 
book. He sat down at one of the chairs lined up and opened the book to the 
first page.

‘The Music of the Ainur

There was Eru, the One, who in Arda was called Ilúvatar; and he made 
first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and 
they…’ [1] As he read, he realized he had read this story before; when he 
was still schooling as a child. After a bit he really got into the book and 
when net he put it down, it was dark out.

He walked home and as soon as entering he was bombarded by two 
blonds, “Where have you been?” Orophin asked.

That was when they noticed the book. Rúmil reached out and grabbed it 
from him, “You were in the library?” He asked incredulous. “And what 
happened in the meeting with Lord Celeborn?”

Haldir gulped heavily, “Well, Gwindor expressed whishes to Lord 
Celeborn to have me taught and trained more, and so I’m reading.” He 
said, noticing as he looked back upon the sentence he had said that it made 
it seem as if Gwindor thought he was stupid and for Haldir’s safety, as 
well as the rest of the guard, that he should be further educated. He 
blushed as his brother looked at him with strange expressions on their 
faces.

It would probably be better if he just left it at that. So he took his book 
back, and set it on his bed, then he made himself some tea, and went back 
to his room, to continue the book. It was late when he put the book back 
down, he yawned into the cup in his hand and set the book aside, marking 
his place. Then he pulled his clothes off and slipped beneath the covers of 
his bed and was asleep quickly.

When next he woke, it was still early. He stood dressed, made himself 
breakfast and took up his weapons and his book. He walked out to the 
forest, and he set a quick pace, making towards a clearing he remembered 
seeing while traveling to a post when on duty.

There he set his book down, unsheathing his sword he started on a few 
basic stances and thrusts, parrying and attacking an invisible opponent. 
Slowly he stepped up his attacks, working hard and not stopping till 
midday.

As the sun reached its peak in the sky, he had set his weapons aside, 
instead sitting down and reading from his book again. A few hours later, 
he stood and ran back to Caras Galadhon. He washed himself and then 
went home. There, he found a note waiting for him, from Celeborn. He 
had been called for again, and he was late.

He put his book down and taking up the note he ran to his Lord’s home. 
Celeborn was sitting behind his desk and looked up as Haldir walked in. 
He ignored him, working for a few minutes, then when he finished what 
he had been working on, he set it aside and looked up at the younger elf, 
leaning back in his seat and relaxing.

“You were not home today?” he asked.

“I was in the forest,” Haldir answered, Celeborn nodded his head, “Come 
then.” And he stood, leading Haldir out of the room and up to where 
Haldir had lost his virginity to his Lord just the day before. Gwindor was 
not here this time, Haldir noted.

Celeborn seemed to pick up on what he was thinking and answered the 
unasked question, “He is at the borders this day and all week.” Haldir 
nodded his head in understanding. “Strip,” Celeborn commanded, not even 
pausing for pleasantries.

Haldir didn’t hesitate to follow the order given. Pulling his tunic over his 
head, followed by his shirt, and then his pants and boots. Then he looked 
up at Celeborn, completely bare before the older elf.

Celeborn’s eyes were wandering over his form, taking in every detail and 
circling around the young Galadrim, stopping behind him to touch his 
back, down his spinal column to the crevice betwixt his lower checks. 
Haldir shiver at the touch and Celeborn chuckled to himself. Haldir 
already knew that Celeborn enjoyed his sensitivity, and how responsive he 
was to the simplest touch.

“I want to teach you something new this day.” His Lord stated, breathing 
it into his ear, then licking the tip, making him gasp and shake again.

Haldir nodded his head, “Anything, my Lord,” he whispered.

Celeborn laughed again, taking his arm and leading him to the bed. 
Celeborn pulled his robe over his head and laid it to the side, it was soon 
followed by his shirt and under-tunic, then his loose leggings and slippers 
that he wore while inside all the time. When he finished he sat at the edge 
of the bed, directing Haldir to kneel between his spread thighs.

It was then that Haldir had a good idea of what Celeborn wanted, but 
stayed still to let Celeborn direct him.

“Lick me, do not use your hands.” Celeborn commanded.

Haldir nodded his assent and then slowly leaned forward, and hesitating 
only a moment, he stuck his tongue out and touched the tip of it to the 
upper portion of the shaft. His eyes darted up to look at Celeborn for a 
moment, before going again; trying to remember what Gwindor and 
Celeborn had done for him yesterday.

He ducked his head a bit and licked up the underside, right along the vein. 
Haldir felt the muscles in Celeborn’s thighs tense for a moment, and 
Celeborn’s breathing quickened. Haldir took the tip of the length into his 
mouth and suckled on it gently, then sped up as Celeborn moaned, his 
shaft hardening. His eyes widened at this, while not feeling unpleasant it 
was still new to him.

Celeborn moaned and threw his head back when Haldir increased the 
suction, and then he relaxed back against the covers, his upper half 
supported by his elbows. Haldir would have smiled, if it weren’t for his 
mouth being otherwise occupied, but he loved seeing his Lord like this. He 
was beautiful, and he sounded like perfection. Haldir abruptly cut off his 
thought process; he was getting too romantic about this.

It was at that moment, he noticed someone else in the room, he pulled 
away and started to turn his head, but Celeborn’s hand shot out and made 
Haldir face him. “Continue with what you were doing, it is just my wife.” 
He said in a reassuring tone.

Haldir’s eyes widened, just his wife? The woman was dangerous and he 
says just? Celeborn seemed to understand what he was thinking, and 
laughed, “Do not worry so, Haldir.” He looked up at his wife then, “You 
do not mind my taking lovers, do you, love?” He asked, smiling, his eyes 
dancing in mirth.

“No, love, just as long as I get to play as well.” She replied, sitting down 
next to her husband on the bed. She was in all her glory, her long blonde 
hair, loose and wavy, her gentle blue eyes, her long white gown, and her 
feet bare as they usually were.

Celeborn smiled down at him, “You see? I am not cheating on her, we are 
in agreement. You and I both are in no trouble. Now continue,” he 
ordered, taking Haldir’s hair in his hands and pulling him towards his 
weeping erection.

Haldir’s eyes were still wide. Fine, they were in no trouble, but he still felt 
uncomfortable sucking Celeborn off in front of his wife. But it seemed he 
had no choice in this, and he returned to his task, eyes warily watching the 
woman next to Celeborn.

After a few moments, Galadriel slid down the edge of the bed to kneel 
next to him, “He is beautiful, my Lord. Where did you find him?” She 
asked, her fingers running along Haldir’s jaw, as it worked to pleasure her 
husband, his eyes watching her in apprehension.

“He his one of our warriors, training with Gwindor, he introduced us about 
a week ago. Myself and he took the child last night.” 

Galadriel nodded, “You refer to him as a child, Celeborn. Surely you have 
not chosen one too young, have you?”

Celeborn gasped, his hips bucking forward into the younger elf’s mouth. 
Galadriel being here, watching, was making Haldir nervous, which in turn 
was making him suck harder. “He’s of age, if that is what you mean,” 
Celeborn answered when he could get enough oxygen in his lungs again.

Galadriel smiled up at her husband, “No, but it is too late now anyway.” 
Celeborn furrowed his brow and looked at her questioningly. She ignored 
him and moved her attention to the other occupant of the room, “I can tell 
you haven’t done this often, but you will learn in time, child.”

She leaned forward and kissed Haldir on the cheek, then stuck her tongue 
out and lapped at the side of her husband’s erection, wrapping her tongue 
around it and caressing up and down the length of what the younger elf 
could not take into his mouth.

She could feel the nervousness roll off him in waves and she reached out 
with her mind, soothing the child, relaxing him a bit more. She knew 
Celeborn had chosen too young. The child was still an innocent, 
untouched before Celeborn, and he was showing that all too clearly right 
now.

Slowly as her mind comforted him, he relaxed, none the wiser about her 
soothing him. He took a bit more of the length into his mouth and his 
cheek’s hollowed as he tried to please Celeborn. She would have to talk to 
Celeborn about him later tonight; she didn’t want him to break the child.

She slowly pulled away and took his jaw in her hands, pulling him away 
for a moment, “What is your name?” She asked him, watching as he 
licked his lips of excess liquid before answering.

“Haldir.”

She smiled at him, and nodded, pulling him forward and gently placing 
her lips against his, tasting her husband on him. “Take care of Celeborn,” 
she said after pulling away, then she stood, kissed her husband on the lips 
and left.

Celeborn reached down for Haldir again, pulling him back to his erection 
and Haldir complied opening up again. After Galadriel left, he felt slightly 
bad about all of this. She was so kind to him, he did not understand 
anything and just wanted to go home and curl up on his bed, hopefully 
with a brother or two.

But he was here, his jaw sore, and Celeborn thrusting into his mouth, 
making it hard for him to breathe. Haldir finally pulled away, gasping for 
breath, falling back onto his butt. Celeborn looked furious all of a sudden, 
and he seemed to almost fly off the bed. He straddled the younger elf’s 
chest and gripped his golden hair, pulling him forward and shoving his 
length into Haldir’s mouth.

Haldir tried to pull away, but Celeborn didn’t let him, thrusting in and out 
of the moist cavern, his eyes closed in pleasure and his head thrown back, 
mouth open, gasping, shuddering, as he neared completion.

Tears gathered in Haldir eyes and he struggled to free himself, but 
couldn’t with Celeborn’s considerable weight resting over him, his calves 
locked around his arms. Finally he felt Celeborn stiffen and his essence 
filled the younger elf’s mouth, some going down his throat, some leaking 
from between his lips and Celeborn’s girth.

Celeborn fell down over him, gasping for a few moments, before pulling 
away and lying down beside Haldir, wrapping an arm around him. Haldir 
struggled up, spit out his Lord’s seed and dressed in a hurry, wiping his 
mouth off on his sleeve, and running out the door. He could hear Celeborn 
laughing in the background, still breathless after his completion.

On the way out he was caught in the surprisingly strong grasp of 
Galadriel, her eyes shined down on him, and she beckoned Haldir to 
follow her. Leading him out to her private gardens. She sat down and 
pulled the younger elf against her, running a hand down his back in a 
soothing motion and whispering to him as he cried against her. 

It was late when she sent him home, his brothers already sleeping in their 
rooms. He crawled into bed with Orophin, who awoke to see his little 
brother’s red-rimmed eyes. He grasped his shoulders and pulled him into a 
hug, holding him as they both drifted to sleep, Haldir comforted by the 
familiar presence of his eldest brother.

TBC…

[1] Taken directly from Ainulindalë from the Silmarillion.

Review Responses:

CarhuineMalthenel: Sorry if I butchered your name, but its long and 
difficult, lol. Hmmm, I may have rambled on a bit in this chapter, but I 
hope it wasn’t overly so, and do you write by the name Heidi or the one up 
there, I’m not about to try writing it again… lol! And thank you for your 
review makes me feel all special inside and see how quickly I updated 
compared to last time? It helps! It really does…. And I hear what you 
mean about Haldir and Celeborn, I would have used a different couple, but 
they were the only ones I could find that would work so perfectly for what 
I plan. And you probably wont like how far I crap up their ethereal-ness. 
Lol.

Mawgy: Hmmm, if you like to stick to reading the kind of stuff you write, 
you might not be to pleased with this story, I’m not taking it for a fluffy-
ness ride in the end, as I said in the first chapter its going to be intense and 
angst-y, with a lot of pain, both physical and mental, with no happy ending 
unless somehow and fluff bunny attacks me and holds my mind on 
hostage till I write a nice fluffy, cuddly romantic ending… lol. And its 
obvious Celeborn doesn’t respect Haldir, isn’t it? Basterd should take 
better care with peoples heart… lmao Anyways, thanks for the review, 
hope you don’t hate me and I love your stories even though I don’t think I 
have reviewed you before… lol. 

Lady of Legolas: Thanks for the review and I feel sorry for Haldir too, and 
he is determined cause he loves him. =)


Chapter 4 –Fear and Desire

When Haldir awoke, it was to soft singing, and one hand gently tangling 
through his hair, brushing his scalp, and another, slightly smaller hand, 
holding his and its fingers brushing along his knuckles.

“Where have you been, brother?” Rumil asked, the first to notice he was 
no longer sleeping. Haldir didn’t reply and buried his head in his eldest 
brother’s shoulder, breathing in his familiar -safe- scent. Orophin 
chuckled, ending his song and pushing back a few stray wisps of hair from 
his sibling’s face, kissing his forehead and catching a falling tear.

“Haldir?” Orophin whispered, as Rumil moved closer, wrapping his arms 
around their youngest brother. “Haldir, tell us what troubles you so?” He 
asked. Haldir slowly shook his head, and turned deeper into the 
comforting embrace of the two elves he cared for most.

There was a knock upon the front door then, and Rumil pulled away to 
answer, Haldir whimpering at the loss. After a moment, Rumil returned, 
setting a letter down on the table part of the armoire.

“What is that?” Orophin asked, looking questioningly at the note.

“It’s for Haldir, from Celeborn,” Rumil started, “I’m sure he can wait just 
a moment, though.” Getting back on the bed and pulling Haldir onto his 
lap, the younger elf’s head snuggling up into his abdomen. Orophin 
continued to gently sooth him with words, and started up his song once 
more, his fingers running up and down his youngest sibling’s back and 
through his rumpled blond hair.

Rumil and he had talked earlier that morning. They knew already their 
brother had been lying to them, about Gwindor and Celeborn, and last 
night their sibling returned smelling of sex, his eyes filled with pain, and 
his cheeks red and swollen with tears. And then before that, when Haldir 
had come home from the library, his hair had still been wet from bathing, 
and his eyes were different.

As if he had lost something.

Orophin knew what it was. He had seen it when Rumil had had sex for the 
first time. But Rumil had been happy, giddy with first love, and full of joy. 
That relationship had lasted many years, and they were still good friends, 
but Haldir’s was obviously not something joyful. He had lost himself in 
something that would hurt him, *has* hurt him. He just hoped his brother 
would stay strong and not give in to despair.

After a moment, Haldir pulled from their grasps and smiled at them, 
“Thank you,” he whispered, wiping the tears away, while standing up. 
Grabbing the note and opening it, he read it carefully and closed it again 
before leaving for his own room. Soon he was dressed properly, his face 
and body cleaned, and his hair brushed.

His brothers intercepted him, one on each side, securing the braids at the 
sides of his head and then the one at the back, before each gave him a kiss 
and knowingly sent him out to more hardships. Rumil sighed and lowered 
himself to his knees. “He was always the prettier of the three of us, it only 
figures Lord Celeborn would claim him, he always does with the most 
beautiful.”

“How many have stayed, Rumil? How many of his victims have not left 
for Valinor when he was finished with them?” Orophin cried.

Rumil reached over, pulling his elder brother into a fierce hug, “A few 
have, enough to give me hope.”

“I could not follow him, if he left. I know I am not ready to leave yet.” 
Orophin turned away from the door to face his sibling.

“Nor am I. But Haldir is strong, and he has the both of us here, when 
Celeborn tires of him and casts him away, we will be here to piece his 
heart back together.”

Orophin nodded, leaning into his little brother a bit more, Rumil was 
always comforting when he needed it. It didn’t matter that he was older, 
because he still did care for Rumil when he needed it too.

~*~*~*~*

Haldir slowly walked to Celeborn’s office like he had the day before. He 
was frightened and really didn’t know what to expect. Celeborn was kind 
the first day, but the day before had frightened him. His jaw still ached and 
he was sure he had bruises along his cheeks, so he kept his face down, 
trying to avoid others from seeing. He was glad his brothers hadn’t 
brought it up, but he knew they knew at least part of it.

When he reached the door, he tentatively knocked, then entered when he 
was bid to do so. The silver Lord was sitting at the desk, instead of the 
plush cushions where he had first shared a meal with him. His Lord smiled 
to see him, eyes roaming over his form, lingering on the yellowy bruises 
marring his face. “Good day, Haldir,” he said softly, eyes turning cold 
suddenly, “I trust you slept well?”

“Well enough.”

“Good, then.” Celeborn didn’t even take notice to see if Haldir was 
following him as he walked out of his study, just making his way to the 
room where he always took his toys and walking in, waiting for the other 
to come in and close the door.

He didn’t waste time either. “Strip,” came the usual command. Haldir, of 
course, complied, but it took him a moment to build up the strength. All he 
wanted to do was run out of the room, and back to his brothers’ waiting 
arms.

That small amount of time was enough. He received a sharp slap against 
his cheek for the hesitation. He then quickly went about pulling his clothes 
off, over his head and down his hips to make a small pile on the floor next 
to himself. Celeborn continued to stare at him, studying his body intently.

Walking a circle around the other elf’s form, then taking his hand and 
moving him over to the bed. “Lay down,” he ordered.

Haldir sat down quickly, then laid back, awaiting Celeborn’s next 
command. Which didn’t come right away, his Lord was teasing him, 
playing with his nerves, and making everything take much longer then it 
really needed. Playing with him.

Celeborn slowly came around, reaching beside Haldir’s head for a thick 
leather belt, slowly caressing its length. He let it slide down the other’s 
body, from shoulder to groin, then let it slowly fall to the floor, before 
picking up the free end and wrapping it around his arm.

Celeborn helped pick Haldir’s head up for a moment, laying the belt flat 
against the bed, under his long hair, but just letting it rest there. Moving 
his fingers slowly down the other’s body, feeling the small fine hair stick 
up in small goose flesh as he passed. He let his fingers trail up his 
companion’s length, teasing it for a moment and wrapping around the 
head of his cock, pumping slowly till Haldir was fully erect, moaning and 
writhing along the bed in his pleasure, eyes glazed over and rolling back, 
mouth agape and breathing heavily; chest rising and falling in an unsteady 
beat as his heart raced.

Celeborn smiled, the younger elf was too lost in himself to notice anything 
as he gently tied the belt about his neck, sitting next to him, slowly 
straddling him, and making the loop in the belt tighter, gradually cutting 
his air supply off, but just enough to make it difficult, not do too much 
damage just yet.

Haldir didn’t realize for a few moments longer, as Celeborn continued to 
manipulate his body, but soon noticed he didn’t have the ability to breathe 
well, and he reached up, eyes suddenly flashing, trying to loosen the belt, 
but Celeborn was stronger than him.

He continued to play with Haldir’s body, pleasuring him, but not letting up 
with the belt either, he had stopped tightening it for a moment, and slowly 
let Haldir relax which took a few minutes, but he slowly did as he realized 
Celeborn wasn’t trying to kill him this time. Celeborn smiled at this 
thought, he wondered if the child were afraid of him. Had a right to be, he 
mused.

But he had returned. Although that could also be placed to fear of not 
obeying as well. He would need to ask if he were to ever figure that one, 
or there were a few tests he could make, but during this one was just not 
the time. He didn’t plan on killing the younger elf right now, and so 
needed to concentrate on the task at hand.

Haldir laid his head back, after looking at everything around him, deciding 
to play along; not that he had much of a choice; for the moment. He 
relaxed back into the ministration being done to his body, letting Celeborn 
pleasure him while he just enjoyed, and he had to admit that it brought a 
certain frightening realization to this encounter with his Lord, made him 
realize everything happening to him in a sharper awareness.

Celeborn reached with the hand he had been pleasuring Haldir with for 
some oil, bringing it closer to himself and uncorking the bottle, before 
spreading it along his fingers, trailing those across the other elf’s body and 
then slowly bringing his knees between the other’s, and pushing his thighs 
apart. Pressing a finger to his opening, he gently pushed it in, then back 
out and spreading it thoroughly around the tight hole.

Then reaching deeper, adding more fingers and coating the younger elf’s 
body, pressing his knees up and pulling on the belt just a bit more, though 
he was not sure Haldir noticed that yet. He finally pulled his fingers out, 
spreading the oil over himself, after slowly undressing just enough to do 
so. Then standing up, wanting to feel skin on skin, and stripping the rest of 
the way. He rested back along the younger elf, and slowly aligned himself, 
then pushed in, completely entering Haldir’s body in one quick stroke.

He took possession of the belt again; wrapping it around his fist, and the 
other hand grasped the other’s hip for the leverage needed to push in and 
out of Haldir’s body. He continued with this, using the muscles in his 
thighs to press in harder, and slowly starting to pull tighter along the soft 
leather while Haldir’s body flew into greater and greater pleasure.

He climaxed quickly, looking at Haldir’s body laid out before him so 
deliciously with the belt wrapped tightly, making him helpless, was too 
erotic a sight to ignore for as long as he had had to do just then for the 
other to stay calm. He pulled out, and unwrapped the belt, wiping his hand 
clean of the other’s release and studying the darkening bruise around his 
neck.  Reaching for a special oil for this sort of injury he had had left on 
the table, he spread the gunk thickly along the other’s neck.

Haldir’s breathing was still erratic, making it hard to spread it without 
getting it everywhere in the process, but still managing to complete his 
task. Then he laid down next to the other elf, pulling him into his body and 
wrapping the blankets around their bodies, never seeing the silver glow 
coming from the doorway, his wife’s long white dress swooshing as she 
exited, leaving the other two to their resting, promising to talk to Celeborn 
to slow down, and be more careful with the younger elf when she could 
get him alone again.

TBC…

ff.net review:

Galadriël Mithrandír: Glad to inspire the reading of slash in one whom 
does not normally read it. =) And I’ve been down right cruel to poor little 
Haldir, you sadist! I think you will find your fill in the next chapter, for it 
is all about Galadriel’s thoughts. Well if you even make it here and I don’t 
scare you away with what this chapter is about, lmao.

aff.net:

Mawgy: Well, seeing as how you’re now my beta-reader you already 
know, and you also now have chapter 5 in your possession so should also 
know that Haldir is going to get it a tad bit easier from now on, or at least 
for a while. I do plan on keeping with an angsty story line, this and Ch.5 
just decided to write themselves really.

And the *hint* about Haldir giving to him what is due to him, well I think 
you and me think alike, for there will be a bit of that idea in future 
chapters, though not just yet. He still needs to build himself up, which is 
really what this story is about; how it is Haldir became Haldir. I saw him 
as arrogant and in control, and don’t just see people as being born that 
way, though it might happen, so I wanted to know how he came to be that 
way, and am writing this.

Iamme: Yes, Celeborn was evil, and he is again!



Title: His Lord: The Beginning
Pairing: Celeborn/Galadriel, Haldir/Celeborn, {Celeborn/Gwindor, 
Celeborn/Other’s} only mentioned
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None

Chapter 5 –The Discussion and Reasoning

Galadriel found it strangely exciting and somewhat heart wrenching to 
watch and wait, to let Celeborn do what he was going to do. Gwindor had 
been different; like most of Celeborn’s previous lovers he had been by no 
means innocent. However, Haldir had no idea what he had gotten himself 
into. Celeborn wouldn’t lie to him; he was honorable, and, at least, kept 
his word, and promises.

But Celeborn had been Haldir’s dream. He took Celeborn as he was, and 
would have to be a stronger elf, for Celeborn was strange. But not really, 
since many higher elves relied upon this type of release. Elvin kind was 
revered, looked up to, and so they acted the part of the superior, though 
they took our perverse pleasures and other decadence’s in other doses 
instead of regular life.

We treated our lovers much differently than the other races. Their 
marriages might last a long time, but the vows of chastity and keeping to 
whom you were bound were usually hardly ever kept. Though not talked 
about in proper company, it was still common among the nobles who often 
married often for political reasons rather than love.

Though she and her husband were lucky in that regard, they had, and still 
did love each other; they just kept their own separate strings of lovers. 
Galadriel herself being the mother of Legolas Greenleaf, though most of 
the elvin population did not know.

It was greatly intriguing, how they spoke of their love. Human’s dwarves, 
and hobbits considered experiences like these unnatural. Even with orcs 
and other atrocities, the finest Elven nobles could be the most sought after 
whores.

Most of it is not love, but a way of life, normally over looked for the 
simple fact that it did not matter as long as it did not interfere with their 
work or their responsibilities to their people. But the moment it did, the 
single moment their other lives was shown to be true in the wrong place, 
there was suddenly a scandal that none had known of.

Uninvited, but not unworthy; it was just a happening that happened. But 
back to the subject at heart. Haldir had been an innocent, and was 
suddenly learning many a thing that could have waited. And, in the choice 
of his work, by the position of his family in the past, and even his brothers, 
it was unlikely Haldir would have ever run across such a confusing 
situation.

She was disturbed by how quickly Celeborn was teaching and moving 
with the younger elf, who was by no means a child, but still too young for 
most of Celeborn’s tastes. Celeborn was clearly infatuated with him and 
wanted all of him as quickly as he could. Galadriel had not yet met 
someone who made her heart race or her loins moist besides her own 
lover, Celeborn. But apparently, Celeborn had found that in the young 
Galadrim. {1}

This transgression of ethics was unheard of. Love was a rarity among 
elves, unlike popular belief, and Celeborn should not have fallen for him, 
though Haldir more than likely did not know this, he held no blame in this.

In a few years, Haldir would surely kill himself, or would no longer be 
Haldir; so in essence, Haldir would die from some form of heartbreak. He 
would leave for Valinor, as most of the others had, except his parting 
would be more painful than the rest. She was convinced that, without 
outside help, he would kill himself unless he was stronger then he looked. 
It was for this reason and this reason only that she talked to her husband 
about such a delicate matter, not that she feared such subjects.

Life just has a funny way of helping you out. No one knows except a 
select few about all the sordid details, and the secrecy was an honored, 
silent request never spoken. It would have stayed that way if not for her 
husband’s eagerness, that part of the history being reinvented; that bit of 
the memory, a selective attribute forgotten.

But she wasn’t surprised at how quickly and heavily Celeborn fell. Haldir 
was the bearer of unconditional things. Galadriel herself had wanted him 
and would have claimed him if Celeborn had not taken him when he had. 
It figured, they had so much in common, they spent their whole damn 
lives waiting for the right one to come and remake, and it was taken from 
her by the very one who she was supposed to be with in all ways and only.

Galadriel had known Haldir, though he had not known her, and his 
abilities, the ability, which he was now discovering on his own, to make 
up for the decedent secret. He would succeed in that regard, and 
potentially, because of this success, be even greater, and it was for this 
reason that she honestly would not stop it all at once.

Haldir was strong, would make a great leader, one of the best Lórien 
would ever know, so he needed this pain but in smaller pieces than was 
being given. So she waited. It would only be an hour or so, maybe less, 
until he sent Haldir away, and she would move in at that time to talk to 
Celeborn.

~*~*~*~*

Haldir woke to the gentle traces of fingertips across his cheek and lips. He 
let his tongue flick out and touch the digit, before drawing away quickly 
with a furious blush across his face.

Celeborn found it endearing, and chuckled at his younger lover’s antics. “I 
have work I need to get back to,” he said simply, waiting a moment longer 
before he stood, cleaned up with a basin of water in one corner, and finally 
dressed.

Haldir nodded in understanding, following his Lords actions and dressing 
himself, though he found that a thin area around his neck was sore, and he 
had trouble breathing when he was not laying down or standing perfectly 
still. The skin was rubbed raw and would more than likely scab over and 
become rough and itchy for a few days. It would heal eventually, but not 
quick enough. His brothers would surely notice as well as plenty of the 
other residents of the Golden Woods.

He left shortly after Celeborn, returning to his home, brothers absent, and 
finding his book. He found himself returning to the library to read more, 
feeling more comfortable and safe there, where less people had a 
possibility of seeing him than if he were anywhere else.

After Celeborn left Haldir, he had walked back to his office. Seeing his 
wife waiting on one of the cushions, he detoured, knowing her, and sat 
down beside her after fetching a carafe of wine and an extra goblet for 
himself. He filled his own and topped Galadriel’s off, then waited for her 
to begin, knowing she would when she was ready and no sooner.

He didn’t have long to wait this day; she turned to him, an earnest look in 
her serene eyes, and started off immediately.

“I have been watching you, as I always do,” she started. 

Celeborn nodded, knowing full well his wife kept an eye on him at all 
times, as he did her. This was an aspect of their relationship not born from 
an absence of trust, but more for the trust they had in each other, and a 
want to know their lovers and understand what they are up to.

“Haldir is a young elf,” she continued, slowly easing into her subject. 

Celeborn nodded once more, still waiting for his wife to get to her point, 
but also knowing better that she was working her way there, and what she 
was saying was part of it.

“He is not like Gwindor, nor many of the other elves you have taken. I 
have seen a possibility, and do not want it, but I have also seen another,” 
she said slowly. 

Celeborn sighed. He had known this was coming, hard learned just 
yesterday that his wife had wanted the younger elf for herself, though he 
also understood that this was not his wife trying to take something from 
him.

“He is strong, and has the potential to be great, if it is nurtured right. But 
he also has the ability to be hurt, and broken,” she whispered this, a great 
sadness washing into her eyes. “You need to be more gentle with him, I do 
not care what it is you and Gwindor get up to, or anyone else, just be a bit 
more gradual with Haldir. Yesterday after he had left you, he had cried 
upon me.”

Celeborn nodded. He already knew of Galadriel and Haldir’s time 
together, and that was how he had guessed that she had wanted him, he 
had been able to see it as she had held him and stroked her hand through 
his hair. “I will slow down,” he replied, knowing that his wife was reliable 
with her visions, and knowing she would not advise him to do this unless 
it were necessary.

Galadriel smiled her enigmatic smile, before Celeborn moved forward, 
drawing her towards him and placing a chaste kiss upon her lips, then 
brow. He then stood, taking his drink with him and moving over to his 
desk. He had not been lying about the work that needed to be done; he had 
only wanted a small break. That, he had taken with the young Galadrim.

Galadriel quickly left him as she had other matters to attend. Her heart 
lightened; her husband understood her ways, and trusted her judgment, 
making their discussions easy. They hardly had arguments, both knowing 
the other’s wisdom and also being wise enough to not take their words in 
an insulting manner, and to take it in, and meditate over it

She reached out with her mind, quickly finding Haldir and assuring herself 
he was fine for the moment, safely tucked away in a small nook of the 
library, enjoying his book and time passing him by.

TBC…

{1} Some might argue the point, but I have checked, and the rechecked 
because of Mawgy, me beta-reader, but in The Return of the King in the 
index, right after Galadriel, Galadrim is spelt like this and Galadhrim, just 
depends on where you look.



Title: His Lord: The Beginning
Pairing: Gwindor/Celeborn/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Violence, Bondage and Discipline

Chapter 6 – The Dance

It was extremely late by the time Haldir returned home, having thoroughly 
enjoyed himself in his readings. Tomorrow he planned to rise early and to 
return to his physical trainings. But at the moment, what he truly needed 
was a meal. He climbed up the rope ladder and over the wooden ledge; he 
came face to face with both his brothers, disapproving faces firmly in 
place.

Haldir gave them a quizzical glance, and continued inside as they persisted 
on glaring at him. “What is it?” he finally asked, as their constant regard 
began to annoy him. One of the two snorted as if in sarcastic amusement.

“You came home way past the appropriate time, have no excuse, do not 
even seem to understand what you have done, and continue on your merry 
way,” Orophin scolded. “While we have been here, worrying over you and 
why it is you are so late. Can you not even pay us the proper dues and tell 
us where you have been, and since this really isn’t even the first time in 
the last few days, give us a basic over view of your weekly schedule in 
advance, so we will not have to waste our time worrying any more?” 

Haldir instantly looked contrite, face falling in supplication as he turned to 
them. “I am sorry, I did not realize I made you worry so. I have only been 
in the library these last days. I find reading there comfortable, and do you 
remember the old glade we had gone to a few months back for that picnic? 
The one I had said I spotted while on duty?”

At his brother’s affirmative nods, he continued. “I also have been there 
some, and plan on returning as well.”

His brothers nodded, and unlike what he had expected, they did not 
question him any more. Merely giving him a good night and heading to 
their separate chambers. Haldir went on with his business, studiously 
trying to ignore that small part of him that felt bad for doing what he had 
to his brothers. Finishing making his meal, eating it, and cleaning up, he 
then made his way to his own room, and was soon fast asleep.

When he woke in the morning, he took up his book and his sword then 
made his way to the previously mentioned part of the woods, knowing that 
if his brothers needed him, they knew where to find him this time. He 
immediately started on his basic maneuvers, piercing at unseen foes.

Before he knew it, instead of goblins and orcs standing before him in their 
clumsy armor and with flagging weapons, he saw Celeborn striding 
majestically towards him. His beautiful face set into hard lines of 
determination, grey blue eyes glowing brightly in his strength.

He swung his knives out from his hip holsters and charged at Haldir, who 
had to dodge to the left, but still felt the stinging bite of metal along his 
lower arm. He looked, and saw blood dripping down the length of his arm, 
seeping through his grey jerkin.

Celeborn brought the knife that made the blow up to his lips, licking along 
the crimson stained edge, eyes rolling back and closing in delight at the 
metallic taste.

Haldir shivered, and backed away, but Celeborn charged him once more, 
bringing his right arm up and then down in a clean arc, spinning and 
bringing his left arm around to Haldir’s back. Haldir dived forward, 
throwing himself to his belly upon the ground. Before he knew it, 
someone had jumped out of the trees, landing a mere foot before him, 
bringing his sword crashing down to where Haldir lay.

He rolled quickly to the side, acutely aware of the fact that he was merely 
running and defending himself in this fight. Both Celeborn and Gwindor 
being far better warriors than he.

Before he knew it, Celeborn was at his side again, throwing one of his 
knives towards Haldir’s shoulder, and then piercing up with the other as 
the first missed, landing a blow into Haldir’s midsection.

Haldir gasped, spitting out blood, and then fell to his knees, holding the 
blade sticking out of his gut. He looked down at it, the red welling up on 
all sides and dribbling down his skin, spreading a wicked stain. Celeborn 
was in front of him then, and he looked up into his Lord’s eyes, his own 
peeling over with tears, not understanding.

Celeborn laughed, peering behind Haldir’s body, he quickly turned around 
to see Gwindor coming up behind him, holding his sword limply at his 
side. He took place to Haldir’s right, brought his sword up and then down, 
in a clean arc, aiming for Haldir’s neck…

Orophin jumped out of nowhere, blocking the blow, yelling fiercely, but 
Haldir couldn’t tell what. He became aware that he wasn’t hearing 
anything at all, was only seeing, watching, as Rúmil joined his older 
brother, fighting back Celeborn as Orophin fought Gwindor.

Rúmil was swift with his twin blades, arching back and blocking with one, 
while the next was already up, aiming towards Celeborn’s upper arm. But 
it was blocked as well. Orophin was faring much better. His heavy sword 
was swinging towards the other’s side as though it weighed nothing. But 
Gwindor was gone in a moment, and Orophin standing there, fighting 
alone against an invisible enemy, sweat dripping down his face at the 
effort put up against nothing Haldir could see.

Rúmil suddenly jumped one of Celeborn’s attacks, landing on his feet, and 
swinging his knives up, but then he was gone as well. Leaving Celeborn 
fighting against his unseen attacker. Both battles were fierce, even though 
Haldir couldn’t see anything at all, but before he knew it, Orophin had 
vanished as well, and Celeborn only moments later, fell, spitting up blood 
and holding himself slack as he toppled over slowly.

He looked up at Haldir, from his position prostrate on the ground, and his 
lips parted whispering words Haldir couldn’t understand, couldn’t hear. 
But one phrase entered his mind, one single phrase… My love.

~*~*~*~*~

Haldir sat up with a start; he was drenched in sweat, and shaking. He 
quickly looked to either side for any trace of Celeborn, or the battle that 
had taken place, and found nothing. No blood, no sign of twigs being 
snapped, or the ground being trampled by more than himself or an animal.

Then he remembered, after practicing for a few hours, he had lay down to 
relax, read his book a bit, then he had fallen asleep, which was when he 
had experienced the strange dream.

He slowly stood, looked about and saw how late it was in the evening, 
Haldir blanched and started a mad run back home. He climbed the rope 
ladder quickly and then soon stood in the main room. Looking around 
him, along the tables and such, he finally saw what he was dreading, a 
letter.

He slowly walked over to the table holding it, and looked down, 
Celeborn’s insignia adorned its top. Sighing, he picked it up, and then 
opened it, after reading it; he realized that he had been called, and much 
earlier in the day.

He walked into the back and cleaned himself off, taking as much of a bath 
as he could with only a bowl of cool water, then dressed in better clothing, 
before leaving again, and making his way towards the main talan where 
the royal family lived.

~*~*~*~*~

Gwindor had arrived just as the sun was peaking in the sky. He had waited 
while Celeborn had finished with his insufferable councilmen whom had 
taken up the last bit of time they could before Celeborn finally ordered 
them to leave him.

The march captain finally entered, smiling at the silver lord in front of 
him. “Need a break, majesty?” he asked, knowing Celeborn hated it when 
he was called that.

Celeborn glowered for a moment before getting up, stretching his body, 
and taking a seat on one of the plush cushions located near the window. 
“Come, kneel before me,” he ordered.

Gwindor did so, walking over to where Celeborn sat, and leaning over his 
Lord’s lap, nipping playfully at a thigh. Celeborn chuckled, one of his 
hands pouring a goblet of wine for himself, then picking it up and taking a 
sip, the other weaving itself in Gwindor’s hair while spreading his knees 
apart to give better access.

Gwindor didn’t hesitate, already knowing what Celeborn wanted, and he 
set to work. Each of his hands gripping his Lords’ joints where hip met 
thigh, using his teeth to open the lacings along his crotch, flicking his 
tongue in to caress as it was opened little by little.

Celeborn’s body shuddered and his cock slowly filled, pushing out of the 
opening in his breeches. Gwindor grinned, and took the organ into his 
mouth, gulping it down his throat, his eyes glazed as he gazed up into 
Celeborn’s face.

The older elf’s head fell back, his back arching up and his fingers gripping 
Gwindor’s hair, the other hand setting the goblet down so as not to spill 
the contents, then taking its rest with its partner in Gwindor’s silver mane. 
“Elbereth, you have such a talented mouth,” Celeborn gasped. He could 
feel Gwindor smirk, then the march warden was working harder, and 
Celeborn had to screw his eyes shut, his hips jerked, but soon, Gwindor 
had let his jaw slacken, and Celeborn began to piston back and forth.

It wasn’t long before Celeborn came into the younger elf’s mouth, falling 
back against the cushion as he let Gwindor straiten them both out. “Did 
you invite Haldir over today?” Gwindor murmured sitting astride 
Celeborn’s hips, and slowly rubbing himself against his Lord’s abdomen.

Celeborn moaned again, but soon the question seemed to get through the 
fog covering his brain, and he quickly answered, “yes, but I do not expect 
him to come until later. He’s been training on his own in the woods 
recently, so he does not get my letters until early evening.”

Gwindor nodded his head in understanding, then quickly stood, “come, I 
have many an inventive idea in ravishing your superb body.” 

They heard a surprised chuckle from the door, and both looked over to 
find Galadriel leaning against the doorframe, her eyes dancing with a 
wicked glint. “And with that charmingly trite little soliloquy, I take my 
leave.”

Gwindor laughed as she walked out, then stood and helped Celeborn to 
stand, where upon he lead him to their room. He shut the door and 
continued to push Celeborn back to the bed, where he stripped the other of 
his clothes, then laid him out, soon joining Celeborn just as naked.

“I’m going to take you,” Gwindor whispered, lips gliding down his lord’s 
chest, taking a dusky nipple between his lips and suckling upon it, sliding 
his teeth over it then biting down. “I’m going to take you so hard, and all 
night long,” he moaned, pushing his pelvis against Celeborn’s body.

Gwindor wrapped his lips around Celeborn’s engorged cock once more, 
suckling upon the tip for a moment, then nipping down the sides. He 
reached for the box to the other side of the bed and pulled out a rope, 
using it to tie around his lord’s wrists, then to the side of the bed where 
one of the posters went up. Using another rope he tied the older elf’s 
ankles to each side, leaving Celeborn’s legs splayed wide.

He next took out a then piece of braided leather, hardened and oiled. He 
played with it a moment, letting Celeborn look upon him and the whip 
before he stepped back. He then lashed out, striking his Lord across his 
midriff leaving a clean, red welt.

Celeborn gasped, his eyes closing tight, and his body seeming to curl in 
upon itself as best it could while tied up as it were. Though also trying to 
open himself up for more of the pleasurable pain. Gwindor obliged, 
striking again, and again, leaving a neat trail down Celeborn’s alabaster 
chest and belly.

Gwindor laid down over his lord’s body again, licking across one of the 
more severe cuts along Celeborn’s skin. “Beautiful,” he whispered, 
leaning up and capturing Celeborn’s lips in a passionate kiss. He backed 
off again, and took up the whip once more, leaving a new trail along his 
lover’s thighs, then back down, listening to Celeborn moan and watching 
him squirm for more contact, his length swollen and glistening with his 
sticky seed.

Then they both heard a gasp come from the doorway where young Haldir 
stood, rooted to the spot, his eyes wide. Gwindor smirked, but put the 
whip down and walked over. Pulling Haldir into the room, he closed the 
door after making sure no one had seen anything they shouldn’t, then 
brought the younger elf over to the bed.

“Like what you see?” he asked, smiling down at Celeborn. The silver lord 
was spread out still, red welts covered his flushed body, some more 
bloody than others, his shaft was hard and leaking against his belly, his 
eyes were only partially open as well as his mouth, gasping for air in 
between his bruised lips, and a fine sheen of sweat covered his entire 
body.

Haldir glanced at Gwindor after studying Celeborn’s body, slowly; he 
nodded his head, eyes already dark with desire. “Then touch him,” 
Gwindor said, smirking, “look, you can see he desires it.”

And indeed, Celeborn arched off the bed when Gwindor stroked a hand 
across his marked abdomen, panting and drawing in a sharp hiss at the 
sweet pain. Haldir nodded his head and moved forward, slowly tracing his 
fingers along his Lord’s cheek, then down his neck when no signs of 
Celeborn wanting him to stop were shown.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Celeborn’s, hesitantly letting his 
tongue out to lick across the other elf’s lips, then dipped in between the 
folds to play with his Lords. He grew bolder and started letting his hands 
wander, forgetting about Gwindor even being in the room at all. His 
fingers plucked at Celeborn’s brown nipples, then down his abdomen 
tripping over and teasing the small indention at his waist.

Celeborn arched his back, his mouth leaving the younger elf’s for a 
moment so he could gasp a breath of air into his lungs before reaching up, 
his lips seeking the other’s, but Haldir moved away, and tied down as he 
was, he couldn’t reach out for him either. He fell back to the bed, his chest 
rising and falling in quick intervals, his grey blue eyes opened wide and 
glassy with lust.

Haldir let his lips trail down his Lord’s body, leaving a moist track in their 
wake, laving the nipple that had already been abused by his fingers, then 
down further, flicking his tongue into Celeborn’s belly and swirling it, 
delighting in the gasp it brought forth. He then let his lips follow the trail 
of hair from his belly to where it pooled at Celeborn’s groin, a bit hesitant 
until he remembered Celeborn was still tied up.

Therefore he lapped up the pearly essence on the tip, then bent his head to 
pull the tip into his mouth, licking around the head and along the vein 
underneath, and then back to the slit on top. Then took more into his 
mouth, pushing a hand down on his Lord’s waist to keep him from 
thrusting up to much and choking him.

Celeborn’s hands clenched along the rope tied to his wrists and his heels 
dug into the bed, his thighs clinched tight as the younger elf teased him. 
He closed his eyes and scrunched his nose up in a way he remembered his 
wife having told him was cute once before, but at the moment he didn’t 
care for the pleasure rushing through his body was to distracting.

When Gwindor had seen Haldir gain his confidence he had stepped back; 
taking a seat and watching the show. With his own hand he oiled and 
started to gently toy with his cock and the globes beneath, his breath 
catching as Haldir played with Celeborn’s shaft, then slowly swallowed it. 
He laid back against the wall and spread his thighs wide, letting his hands 
and fingers play with his lower region.

Gwindor slowly slid one finger inside himself a bit, then pulled back out, 
circling around his opening before diving in once more, but this time 
deeper. He pulled out once more and added two other fingers and let them 
slowly move around inside his body as his other hand came up to his ear, 
rubbing up and down the tip. His eyes kept fluttering, wanting to close, but 
he wouldn’t take them off the sight off the two other elves. 

From Celeborn’s growls Gwindor could tell he was close, just as he 
himself was. The hand caressing his ear came down to his length and he 
grasped it firmly pulling up and down with near abandon, his thumb 
pressing hard on the tip, smearing his come about and down the head to 
the rest of the shaft. His breath caught in his throat at hearing Celeborn 
groan loudly on the bed, saw his body arch and stiffen, the evidence of his 
release dripping down his body and Haldir’s chin, the younger elf still to 
inexperienced too be able to swallow it all.

He closed his eyes tight and jerked roughly on his dick once, twice, then 
bit down on his lip as an almost pained whimper left his throat and his 
own come spattered his hand and stomach. When he opened his eyes he 
looked up to see that Haldir and Celeborn were both watching him. Haldir 
with wide eyes, but lust clearly read in them, Celeborn a saucy grin.

Gwindor grinned back and brought his fist to his hand, licking it clean, 
then reaching back down to wipe the rest off his body and then licked that 
away as well. Celeborn’s eyes darkened again and he pushed his hips up in 
a way that refocused Haldir’s attention and the younger elf looked back up 
at him with questioning eyes.

Celeborn sighed but he shouldn’t have expected Haldir to understand. 
“Are you going to just lie there, or are you going to find the oil and fuck 
me?” he asked. 

Haldir’s eyes widened in a way that was too young and innocent for him, 
but quickly complied, catching it as Gwindor threw it to him, then he oiled 
his fingers and, even though he was nervous doing this for the first time, 
he slowly inserted one finger into his lover’s body, stretching him little by 
little.

“I’m not made of glass, and can assure you I am no virgin…” Celeborn 
sighed in an exasperated tone.

Haldir took the hint and pulled his finger out to add two more and move 
them around a little. He sat up and removed his own clothing before 
coating himself and positioning himself at Celeborn’s entrance. He looked 
up at Celeborn’s face asking with his eyes and face if he was ready, and 
after receiving a rolling of the eyes but then an obligatory nod, he pushed 
in, pausing as soon as Celeborn hissed.

“For Elbereth’s sake!” Celeborn screeched, “either do this right, or untie 
me and let me do it!”

Haldir immediately began trembling, Gwindor laughing in his corner 
against the wall. Haldir eventually pushed in once more, but harder and 
faster this time and he was filled with relief as he heard Celeborn moan 
again, so he pulled out and pushed in again. With Celeborn’s urging he 
continued, in, out, him and his Lord both gasping for air until he felt 
Celeborn stiffen once more, crying out and he felt his Lords warm seed 
splatter his belly.

He continued to rock in and out for a moment till he came as well, a loud 
groan coming from his throat. He collapsed on his love’s body satiated 
once more. After a moment Celeborn’s voice brought him out of his 
sexual high.

“Get off and untie me now,” he said, his voice calm, but still holding his 
usually commanding tones. Haldir complied at once reaching up and 
making sure his knees and elbows didn’t land on his Love’s body wrong. 
He untied Celeborn’s wrists, then moved to his feet, where he removed the 
ropes from his ankles as well.

Before he knew it he was tackled and pushed firmly to the bed on his 
belly, he could feel the puffs of his Lord’s breath on his neck and 
shoulder, and his limp cock pressed tight against his butt, the head resting 
right against his puckered opening sending a shiver of thrill down his 
spine before he could stop it.

Celeborn chuckled against his ear, giving the tip a lick before nipping at it, 
“you like this then?” he asked casually.

Haldir nodded his head slightly, but it was enough for Celeborn who 
laughed lightly, “well, you might be up for another round, but I am not. I 
shall sleep now.” He promptly rolled off and then laid down, pulling the 
blankets up to his shoulders and relaxed back, ready for reverie to take 
him.

Haldir sighed, crawling beneath the blanket as well and curling up against 
Celeborn’s body and relaxed back. He felt another body lay down against 
his back and push up against him, tugging his bit of the covering before he 
slept. The other soon following.

-End-

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