Part 1

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Posted: September 2003
Title: The House of Elrond
Author: LadyHawksShadow
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Elrond/Faelon Elrond/Erestor Elrond/Celebrian (Implied), Golrahir
Special Warnings: M/M slash. BDSM. Kink. Fetish.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of these characters or books from whence they came. I have earned no money, nor do I seek to earn money, from the production of this fictitious work. All characters herein belong to Tolkien and his estate. I only borrowed them.
Timeline: Beginning of the Third Age.
Author's Note: Challenge for Elves in Chains. This is the prequel to Warrior's Lament. However, you do not have to read Warrior's Lament in order to understand this story.
Summary: Erestor comes to Imladris seeking a position in Lord Elrond's court.

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Erestor's body was stiff after a week in the saddle. His trip from Lindon had been relatively uneventful. Not that Erestor had expected any thing to happen. The Dark Lord had been defeated and his minions had scattered and found deep holes in which to hide. Erestor thought the guards surrounding him were unnecessary, but he was glad for their company else the ride from his former home would have been dreadfully lonely.

Erestor had once been an advisor to High King Gil-Galad, and since the high king's death during the War of the Last Alliance, the dark haired Noldor had found himself at loose ends. Petty factions had sprung up in the absence of the great king, but none of them had the same strength or sense of purpose that had been present in Lindon and Erestor had found nothing to satisfy his needs.

Word had come of Lord Elrond, the Standard Bearer and Captain, who had taken those wishing to go with him to Imladris, and his need of advisors. Erestor had many dealings with the Lord of Imladris over the years, from his early days in court up until he'd come to his trusted position and captain of the elven forces. The Noldor could find nothing against the Half-Elven and so sent word to the hidden valley asking if he might be considered for the post of Chief Advisor. A reply had been immediate and Elrond had assured Erestor he would be welcome. Gathering his small guard about him, Erestor had set off for the valley as soon as possible. He knew it was only a matter of time before the small courts vanished entirely and were either absorbed by larger factions or forced so far underground that they became invisible. Erestor had no desire to fade into a world of obscurity.

His bodyguards assured him that the Last Homely House was only a day's travel and he looked forward to eating a meal at a table rather than on his lap. A nice, soft bed would also be a welcome change from the hard ground and bedrolls. However, he doubted his body would so quickly adjust to the lack of rocking that the weeks spent on his horse produced.

Elrond sat in the early afternoon sun and poured over the piles of letters and correspondence. Without someone to screen all the missives, he had to do it himself and the time spent taking care of it was staggering. Therefore, when Erestor had offered his services as Chief Advisor, Elrond had nearly leapt for joy. He had respected the Noldor while they were both in Gil-Galad's court and the idea that Erestor would soon be in Rivendell excited the Half-Elf.

"My lord?" One of his advisors bowed respectfully before stepping fully on to the balcony. "Forgive the intrusion, but we have just heard from one of the patrols. A small party of elves has crossed in to the valley."

"I would imagine that it is Erestor and his guards. He will be taking over as Chief Advisor, Faelon."

The elf tried to hide his frown. "I had hoped that I could discuss that with you, my Lord."

Elrond's eyebrow rose and his gray eyes went from warm to cold and flat in seconds. "There is nothing to discuss, Faelon. Erestor's credentials are impeccable and I am familiar with him from Lindon. While you perform your duties adequately, I find your lack of experience in some matters of grave concern. I need someone who is well versed in complicated state matters, Faelon. I have decided to make you Chief Librarian. You will remain a part of my Council and answerable to Erestor and me, but you will also have your own important position."

Faelon tried to hide his disappointment. He'd been with Elrond 's council for many years and had hoped to be given the lord's trust. Apparently, that was not to be. "Forgive me, my Lord, but I have worked hard for you."

Elrond glanced at the paper work mounted on the table. He really did not have time to deal with his lover. "Did you believe that spending time in my bed would automatically grant you access to positions you have not earned?"

Faelon's head jerked and his hands came up, palm out, in a warding gesture. "Nay, Lord Elrond. I did not mean to imply any such thing."

Elrond shook his head. "That is not how this works, you know that. I told you from the beginning that what lay between us personally would never be allowed to influence the decisions in the running of Imladris. Now please send someone to meet with Erestor and his escort and bring them safely to the Last Homely House. When you have completed that task, wait for me in your rooms. I will deal with your pettiness at my leisure."

Faelon folded his hands before him and lowered his eyes. He'd challenged his Lord and now would pay the price. Unconsciously he shivered. "My Lord," he bowed and went back inside the house.

Elrond did not see Faelon leave for he was already engrossed once more in is paperwork. He considered Erestor and compared him to Faelon in looks and temperament. Faelon was malleable, pliable, easily controlled. His dealings with Erestor had led Elrond to believe that the advisor was capable of holding his own and not easily intimidated. That was what Elrond felt he needed in a Chief Advisor.

Erestor's riders pulled their horses short as another group came from beneath the canopy of trees. There were only five of them. The leader of the group was a tall blond and he held up his hand in greeting. "Lord Erestor?"

Erestor nudged his horse forward a bit. "I am Erestor."

The blond inclined his head. "I am Glorfindel, Chief of Lord Elrond's armies. My Lord has sent me to welcome you to the Last Homely House and escort you for the remainder of your journey."

Erestor frowned. "Is there some danger?"

"In the hidden valley? Hardly, Lord Erestor. However, Lord Elrond is most cautious of your safe arrival. Besides, since you and I shall be working closely together, it behooves us to get to know one another. Do you not agree?"

Erestor inclined his head. "I look forward to furthering our acquaintance and learning more of Imladris. I am familiar with Lord Elrond, of course, but not his refuge."

"Then I shall answer all the questions I am able. Come along. We still have a while before nightfall. We shall be in Imladris tomorrow." Glorfindel made a motion with his hands and his riders flanked Erestor's company. "I am sure that by the time we reach the Last Homely House we shall all be quite good friends." Glorfindel winked roguishly.

Faelon entered his chambers and took a deep breath. Already a thrill of sexual excitement went through him at the prospect of the punishment his master would inflict.
He stripped off his robes and carefully hung them up. He placed his boots neatly in the cupboard. Everything about Faelon was precise; exact. He liked order. He liked discipline. Especially when he was the one being so ordered and disciplined.

He brushed out his braids and allowed his dark hair to swing free. The silky lengths felt good against his naked skin. The ends tickled the fading welts on his back and sent
shivers rippling up and down his spine. He reached up and withdrew a long strip of heavy white silk from a full-length mirror, his one admission to his vanity. He adjusted the oval frame and stood for a moment, critically examining himself.

Faelon liked what he saw. He knew he was handsome. His dark hair hung to his waist and his broad shoulders tapered into rippling stomach muscles. His legs were muscular and long. He turned side ways and lifted his hair. The welts on his back and sides were fading quickly and he grimaced in distaste. In Faelon's mind, his creamy skin looked much better when it was criss-crossed with bright red lash marks. His eyes drifted downward to his hips, where his stiffening cock was already stirring in anticipation of what was to come.

The new Chief Librarian turned completely around and twisted his head to study his reflection. His firm buttocks bore bruises in the shape of handprints. He pulled his hair over his shoulder and ran his hands over the marks, pressing them lightly to make them hurt. He moaned softly. Flipping his hair back over his shoulder, Faelon ended his self-indulgence and pulled the silk back over his mirror. Elrond would be annoyed if he came and its shiny surface was exposed. Though if Faelon were lucky, Elrond might uncover it again and let Faelon watch as the lash bit deeply in to his skin.

Working quickly, he scraped his hair back from his face and pulled it in to a tight braid. His scalp hurt from the tension, but he ignored it. He tucked the braid up, so that his long neck was exposed. Retrieving a cloth and a basin of cold water, Faelon washed thoroughly. He knew his fastidious lord would not appreciate a dirty slave. His preparations done, the librarian settled in the middle of the cold stone floor and placed his wrists on his knees with his palms up. He took deep, steadying breaths. And he waited.

Elrond put aside his papers and rose stiffly from his chair. He'd allowed Faelon to stew long enough. He knew his lover was pushing his buttons, trying to get a reaction. He allowed Faelon his little mechanizations. Truthfully, he found them thrilling. If Faelon were weak or quiet in his submissiveness, Elrond would not love him.

Erestor and Glorfindel rode side by side while the guard ranged around them. Erestor had so many questions to ask that he was at a loss of exactly where to start. He knew that Elrond would detail his duties to him once he reached Imladris. But his real curiosity was about the handsome ruler. Though he was married to Celebrian, the lovely and beautiful daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, there were rumors that Elrond preferred males. Whether or no this was true, Erestor had never been able to confirm. Nor had he been able to confirm the rumors that Elrond and Gil-Galad had been intimate. If those closest to them had known, they'd certainly never told. Neither could Erestor just come out and ask Glorfindel.

He wondered at his own curiosity for a moment. Did he hope, in his secret heart, that Elrond would find him attractive and take him as a lover? Erestor did not dare examine that question too closely for he feared to really know the answer. He pushed the thoughts away and concentrated on Glorfindel.

"Rivendell is a haven, in much the way Lindon was a haven," the gorgeous blond expounded. "Lord Elrond set up court and invited half the elves of Middle Earth to join him and many did. But, more than that, it is a haven for any and all who need shelter. He turns no one away from his doors. Though Elrond is a warrior, he is also a healer and his heart is kind and generous."

Erestor was relieved to hear that. He'd feared that the aftermath of the War of the Last Alliance had embittered the elf lord. "He is far different from the other lords who came from the war alive. Many of them have developed a hatred of men along with King Thranduil of Mirkwood."

"Nor do they trust the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien. Many see them as usurpers and that creates tensions, as well. I had hoped that Lord Elrond's marriage to Celebrian would end such feelings, but I feel it has impressed few."

"What is she like?"

"Celebrian?" Glorfindel gazed in to the distance. "Beautiful and terrible as the dawn is her beauty. "

"Aye, I have heard of her grace and beauty. I was asking of her."

"You will not work closely with her, Lord Erestor. Trouble yourself not at all with her."

Erestor caught a warning note in Glorfindel's voice and realized that he was treading on dangerous ground. He quickly changed the subject.

Elrond entered Faelon's chambers without knocking and stood for a moment observing his lover. Elrond moved forward at last and reached down and stroked along Faelon's jaw. He liked the way the smooth skin felt beneath his fingertips. He trailed his fingers over the shell of the pointed ear and felt his lover's uncontrolled reaction. He pinched the ear hard for punishment. Faelon had his hair fixed exactly the way Elrond liked it and his long neck was the next to receive the elf lord's questing fingers.

Faelon remained as still has he could while Elrond began stroking him. He knew not to push his lord too far or he would be left wanting and aching. That had happened before, when he'd deliberately baited Elrond. The warm fingers caressed around his shoulder and over his spine and his muscles twitched involuntarily.

Elrond laughed when he finally got a response from his slave. "Rise, Faelon."
He stepped away to give the elf some room to move.

Faelon twisted to his feet and stood with his shoulder straight and this hands behind his neck, in the appropriate position. He eyes he kept cast to the floor. His semi-erect cock bobbed gently against his thigh.

Elrond opened a chest and withdrew a leather strap. It wasn't long, only about two feet and narrow. The wooden handle just fit in his hands. He swung it, listening as the leather whistled though the air and licked his lips as Faelon's buttocks clenched. He continued swinging, building the anticipation. He walked around Faelon, staring at him and swinging his leather strap. He watched as his slave's control slipped a little more. He could see the rise and fall of Faelon's chest. Elrond watched as the flat disks of his nipples drew up.

Faelon struggled with his composure. He knew as long as his master was aware of his desperate need to feel the bite of the lash against his flesh, that it would be withheld from him. His erection had grown as he heard the whistling of the small whip.

"How composed you are, pet." Elrond purred as he continued his slow circle. He wanted Faelon to break. Not break as in break down weeping and begging, but rather he desired a slip in that composure. He knew Faelon's game and enjoyed playing. He flicked his wrist and the lash brushed against Faelon's thigh.

Faelon's eyes watched the swinging lash. He tried not to. But the more it swung in slow, whistling circles the more fascinated he became. Elrond trailed the whip up the back of Faelon's leg and took a deep breath of his own. Even Faelon's stillness was a part of his game. The whip hissed and snapped as Elrond flicked towards his slave. Faelon flinched as it went past his ear. The lash never touched him but his body quivered.

"The problem I am having, pet, is that you enjoy the bite and sting of the lash too much. You have come to expect it. You have come to love it and crave its wicked touch." Elrond stepped in front of Faelon. "Look at me."

Faelon raised his eyes. He gave Elrond his most pleading look.

Elrond swung his arm in a wide arc and this time the small whip did crack against flesh. Faelon's only reaction was the slightest tightening of his stomach muscles as the lash connected with his torso. A bright stripe appeared just above his navel. A second later, another stripe crossed the first in perfect X. Four quick movements later and identical marks appeared over each of Faelon's nipples.

Faelon panted and his legs swayed. Sweat beaded his body and stung the lash marks on his skin. His eyes glazed with pain and pleasure.

Elrond replaced the whip in its drawer and extracted a short length of thin elven rope. "Come here, Faelon."

Reluctantly, the elf came forward. His heart sank as he realized the lateness of the hour. Dinner was soon to be served and Elrond would not keep his lady wife waiting. He knew his master had delayed his arrival for just that reason. He watched as Elrond wound the bit of rope around his fingers. Faelon knew what was coming.

The elf lord ran his hand along Faelon's erection, taking special care to squeeze the swollen and tender sacs between his legs. Faelon whimpered plaintively.

"Master," he swallowed hard when he received Elrond's frown for an answer.

The tip of Faelon's cock was dark red and clear fluid leaked from the tip. Elrond tipped is finger in and held it up to his slave's lips. Faelon sucked the offered finger into his mouth. He tasted himself and Elrond along with parchment and ink.

Forcefully, Elrond withdrew his finger and returned to examining his Chief Librarian's erection. Carefully, he slipped the thin rope beneath Faelon's balls and drew it up over his engorged cock. He wrapped the two ends around and around until it was too short to make another pass and then he tied the rope ends in a nice bow.

Smiling, he surveyed his handiwork. "You look a delectable present."

"Thank you, Master," Faelon gasped.

"The dinner gong will be sounding soon. Make sure you aren't late." Elrond left Faelon alone to work out the logistics of his erection and appropriate dinner attire.

*~*

Saelbeth smiled as Melpomaen entered the office. "So, how does it feel to be the new Assistant Librarian instead of mere secretary?"

"Ha! Not so different, yet. You are not angry that you are not going to be the Chief Advisor?"

"Heavens, no, Melpomaen. Erestor of Lindon is far more qualified than I am, and besides, I'm content with Assistant Advisor.

"How about if the new Assistant Advisor dines in my room tonight?"

'Hmm…What are you serving?" Saelbeth teased. He and Melpomaen were friends, but their friendship had been steadily developing into more.

"It's a surprise."

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