Title: Psycho-Logic Elves
Author: Laur Melyanna
Summary: Elrond is Imladris' psychologist, but what happens when he
tells his own dark secrets, desires, and has one come true? -
smutish - beware of Character ooc-ness, but all in good reason.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Glorfindel/Elrond, Erestor/Lindir
Disclaimer: Well I am sorry to inform I do not own the world of
LOTR, nor do I make any profit from these writings. But that's just
life, we just roll with it and write fan fiction to make it easier,
right?
Author Notes: This is my Christmas gift to a dear friend. It is a
parody of Nikki's wish to see Elrond in a `psychologist' position.
My darling, I truly hope you enjoy this. It is not the full blow
angst your are so fond of and which I am hoping to learn more and
more on how to write, but it is a nice light humored tale to lighten
up these last few nights of the year. Or first few night of the new
one.
Beta: Gwaelinn, thank you so much for doing this! And thanks Rose
for the extra help^.^ .

***



Elrond sat in a tall, large, and quite uncomfortable looking chair
padded with a sickly green suede fabric. The lord's broad shoulders
sagged with exhaustion as he snapped his neck, feeling the weight of
tension relieved with each cracking sound. His long black hair fell
as a shower of raven feathers over his cyan blue robes. His elbows
rested on the armrest as his long fingers entwined both hands to
support his incredibly heavy head.

The flickering of the fire, burning on the opposite side of the
room, cast tongues of yellowish orange light that licked along his
skin. His gray eyes were bound to the fireplace, analyzing with
feeble interest, a fissile log being consumed by the untouchable
source of energy. A tired sigh fled his lips. Finally his silent
companion could take no more.

"Elrond!" The powerful, guttural sound brought the healer's eyes
back to Glorfindel, more specifically, his chest, curious about what
a deep cave his lungs must be to produce such a sound. The broad
chest was no surprise.

The older elf shifted on his chair, similar to the one his lord sat
on. His golden hair took an almost copper like glow under the sparse
lighting caused by the fire. The warrior was a wonder in contrasts
and contradictions. Everything about him was massive, bordering
brutal. His jaw was square, more masculine than was common among the
Firstborn. His impressive body was broad and tall, each muscle
nearly over developed. He wore his hair shorter than most elves and
it was considerably thicker. Yet his movements were pure grace. His
words and manners were nearly as delicate as any maiden could
produce. His beauty was exotic in all its grandness, but nonetheless
a stunning paradox as the soft features of his face created a
balance to the sturdiness of his form. A fierce warrior seemingly so
full of rage, yet he was kind and balanced. He was the one elf
Elrond wished to analyze more closely; unfortunately, the one least
likely to ever need his help.

"Why is it you agreed to personally attend to the psychological need
of the staff?" The deep voice came again.

"Well, it is a somewhat new experiment to offer such services, the
result of noticing serious need for it. We are far too complex, even
those elves that were offering the counseling and aid." Elrond ran a
hand through his hair.

"I decided to observe how this new branch of the healing houses was
fairing and I discovered the elves in charge were even more messed
up than those seeking help. I had to take it upon myself to counsel
them, therefore I decided to take over until the supervisors are fit
to counsel again." He smiled slightly, shrugging at Glorfindel's
glare caused, doubtlessly, by the Peredhel's inability to refuse
someone help or say nay to any additional responsibility to his
already long list of duties and obligations.

"But my lord," The blond one teased, pleased with the improvement of
Elrond's frowning features to a small smile. "Do you mean to say
that you need no counseling?"

"Oh no!" The dark haired elf allowed a soft bout of laughter to ring
through the room. "Far from that. I must be the most messed up elf
of them all."

A long, fine lined brow arched and Glorfindel's smile turned into a
curious smirk. "Why would that be, Elrond? What dark thoughts cross
your mind?"

The half-elf stood, the heavy fabric of his robes flowing around as
he walked to the divan and sat down, stretching his legs and
crossing his ankles. He looked over at his friend with a smile. Now,
it was the warrior's turn to take on the role of the most balanced
elf in the room.

"Well.most of the times I have an uncontrollable wish to throw the
harsh truth in the faces of my patients" He sighed, noticing with
cryptic amusement that Glorfindel's interest grew. He knew that
expression asked for specific examples. Elrond continued, "Well
take Erestor for example.he is so uptight and frantic. He is
suspicious; he thinks even the stones of Imladris lust after him. He
believes the only person who does not crave him in all Imladris is
Lindir. What I really want to tell him is to get laid, fucked, have
sex! However, if I may add, Lindir is the only elf Erestor does
desire. The irony is that the minstrel seeks my help to teach him
how to have mental control over his raging arousals and inability to
think when in my advisor's presence."

Elrond's thin lips pressed closed as he heard his usually composed
friend explode with laughter and move to a closer chair, leaning
forward, elbows on the knees, eager to hear more.

"What else?"

"Well.I have terrible desires as well for elves, men.and last night
I had an erotic dream involving a dwarf" Elrond winced seeing
Glorfindel cringe.

"Are you attracted to.dwarves?"

"Not at all.but I cannot stop thinking about the preposterously
gigantic bulge in that dignitary from Moria's trousers; the one who
visited last month. Not even our horses are hung thusly!" He nodded
frantically.

"Ai Elrond.you slay me. You are very disturbed indeed. But please,
go on." Elrond turned his head to the side to look directly at
Glorfindel. In an instant the healer's body posture and language
seemed to change; his eyes smoldering with the reflex of fire.

"I have been having fantasies.about abusing of my privileges as
an `emotion' healer. But my desires are narrowed down to a
particular elf.a blond warrior I know. He is so sane and balanced.
He shall never need my help. yet all I truly want is to have him
wrecked on this sofa, needing my guidance, all the while I would
take advantage of his confused state." he whispered, letting his
teeth bite into and slowly release his bottom lip, running his
teasing tongue over it.

Glorfindel straightened his back. He looked over at Elrond with an
unreadable mask, watching as the Peredhel's long lashes cast shadows
over his face.

"Well Elrond, I think its time for me to go now." He stood, walking
with a calm gait over to the door.

"Wait! Glorfindel.you did not really.take offense did you?" Elrond
stood and walking over to his friend, a feeling of relief washed
over him, seeing a gentle smile blossom over Glorfindel's shapely
lips.

"No, of course not, my friend. But I have someone I must see."

"Oh." The healer's disappointment was visible, but the explanation
was understandable and acceptable. Elrond opened the door, holding
it for Glorfindel, and bid him a good and fruitful night. "I hope it
is a matter of leisure."

"It will be, surely. I promise we will talk of this again soon."
Golden hair fell over his shoulders as the warrior bowed his head
and walked away.


***

Elrond sighed. What a great idea. Of course there had always been
paramount unspoken desire between him and Glorfindel, of which both
were well aware. They had always been open to something happening
but never discussed the details of it. Seeing the warrior's raw
interest in his dark thoughts had made it seem like today was the
right moment for it. Now he did not know if he had frightened his
friend, caused him lose interest.

He sat back down on his uncomfortable chair, a conscious punishment
for discovering how comfortable the settee was. His head snapped up
at the strong knock that disrupted his troubled thoughts. The next
patient was there. Composing himself and straightening his robes and
hair in an involuntary gesture, Elrond opened the door.

The Peredhel looked down at the young elf staring at him, and
waiting to enter. This day was only going to get worse.

"Come in please. Take your seat.good. Would you like a glass of
water?" At the silent refusal, given by a mere shake of the elf's
head, Elrond took his seat and looked at the elf that quietly
stretched himself upon the divan. He crossed his ankles and folded
his hands over his chest. "Very well then, I believe we can start.
What would you like to talk about today?" He knew this patient liked
to choose the subjects broached. Elrond actually suspected the elf
had absolutely no need to be here, but he really could not refuse to
help someone.

"My father." The younger elf answered in a seriously tone, sighing
dramatically.

Elrond nodded with an unreadable expression on his face, perhaps to
hide his boredom and annoyance. "Of course. Is there something wrong
in your relationship with your father?"

The patient adjusted on the settee, propping himself up as if
suddenly interested in the conversation at hand, a conversation that
he had proposed himself. "No, not really. My relationship with him
is good, open and affectionate. My problem is his relationship with.
himself and others. He is so uptight, so terribly attached to rules
and customs. But just looking at him you can tell he disdains half
of our stupid rules."

The peredhel arched an eyebrow, yet keeping a neutral face. He knew
who the elf's father was; but, he should remain professional and not
judgmental regarding what he heard within these walls. That of
course, was progressively becoming a problem, though. "Well have
you tried talking with your father? Perhaps he would appreciate your
views on things, respect them even, being that you have a good
relationship" He took a deep draught of water, sputtering a bit when
he heard his patient snort and straighten up.

"Talk to him?! Please! He would make it seem like the most important
thing anyone has every told him, probably mull it over enough that
he would not even sleep that night." There was a mix of true
passionate effort and amusement laden in the young, dark-haired
elf's voice. He continued his argumentation, "But in the end, he
would find excuses to claim my advice only showed difference in
perspectives between someone young and someone more experienced."

"Ah, well.I believe it is hardly fair to judge him thusly.
Furthermore, this session is supposed to be about you." Elrond
replied stiffly, taking another long draught of water. "Still, what
would you suggest?" The question was almost a dare and drew a most
delighted smirk from his patient's lips.

"I think he needs to get laid."

"That's enough Elrohir!" Elrond stood abruptly, striding over to the
door and grabbed his son by the arm. "Get out!"

"Father! You cannot do this! You are under a professional oath to
not be judgmental of my emotional problems!" The young elf wriggled
against his father's hold, in what would have been a most amusing
form of despair, had Elrond not been so distracted himself.

"I'm under professional nothing! You have no emotional problems;
your only problem is idle time in surplus! Scurry out of here!" He
flung the door open, only to find, as expected, Elladan trapped
between holding back laughter and being a scared of their father's
temper as well.

"Both of you! Do not return here! Shoo!"

"Ada! You are shooing us!" Elrohir stared in disbelief at the wise
elf, waving them off like annoying insects. It was almost too funny;
but it was best to do as told, lest they be given a month's worth of
duty at in the stables or the barn.

Elrond sighed, his shoulders relaxed as he saw the twins hurry out
of sight. It was only when complete silence should have settled in
the hall that the half elf realized there was an insistent tapping
of the doorframe an irritatingly perfectly timed pattern.

"Erestor," He sighed before even turning to look at the impatient
elf. "How do you fare?" The healer took in the sight of his friend
in flowing midnight blue robes that seemed too heavy and
concealing. The elf's hair was tied back so meticulously tight that
Elrond could almost experience the different forms of headache
Erestor must be going through and probably not even realizing it.

"Well, my lord." Erestor bowed, straightened and then gave a slight
bow of his head, deeming the first one had not been enough or
perhaps incorrect. "Very well, really. I finished going through all
today's work, so I thought to come by and talk with you, if you have
time, my lord."

Again, Elrond could tell Erestor had been doing his work in advance
(more than usual) and had planned this visit for at least an entire
week; he seemed pleased with himself and his timing.

"Of course, it would be very nice to talk to you. But tell me
Erestor, do you wish to talk to me as your friend or.councilor?"

The dark haired advisor stopped on in his tracks, the annoying
tapping of his fingers intensified as he thought about it. He was
apparently trapped between diplomacy and his true intentions. "Well,
both if you can manage such a breach in your professionalism."

"Of course." Elrond smiled reassuringly, but inwardly grimaced. If
his first advisor wished to breach professional rules, the situation
must be dire indeed. "Come inside." He stepped back, beckoning his
friend in. There was an awkward moment of silence during which
Erestor did not move from his spot. Trained to recognize his
friend's twitches by now, the half-elf realized his friend was
finishing correctly his sequence of tapping patterns, before he
finally lowered his hand, a bit reluctant, and stepped inside.

And so it was, the most efficient elf in Imladris was completely
frantic and paranoid; nothing new there. "Sit down, my friend. Would
you like to drink something?" To Erestor he offered wine where he
had not for his son; but then again, he would even plead for his
advisor to accept it, so he would relax and stop looking so
frantically about the room. Erestor seemed to examine every little
conrer, no doubt counting the stones in the floor or books on the
shelves.

"Seven.eight" The tapping had begun again.

"Erestor!"

"Ah! Ah, I am sorry my lord. Interesting collection of books you
have. I advice you bind them in dyed leather, sir, to make it easier
for you to identify them." And for him to count, of course he added
mentally. Erestor had thoroughly wiped off any imaginary leftovers
the other patients might have left behind on the settee, before
sitting down. He moved awkwardly for a moment. He had never gotten
used to being in a place where you were actually supposed to lie
down and relax.

"So, would you like something to drink?" Elrond repeated,
persuasively indicating a bottle filled with dark wine. He had
fetched a new one, knowing Erestor would waste time speculating over
who had been drinking from the open bottle.

"Ah, yes, yes, thank you. I would appreciate it." The guest nodded
and relaxed a bit while his lord moved about. The Peredhel's calm
manner always had a soothing effect on Erestor. Taking the glass
between his slender fingers, the distressed elf did not even take
his usual time analyzing the glass and its contents before drinking
a long, calming gulp. Erestor's skin, which on most days had a pale,
almost yellowish glow, began to flush slightly from the wine. He
took a deep sigh, dropping one level of his constant paranoia by the
time the glass was empty.

"What seems to be the matter, my friend?" Elrond finally spoke up,
bringing his chair a bit closer to where Erestor rested. He hoped as
to create a friendly atmosphere to make his guest feel more
comfortable.

The advisor winced hearing the loud screeching caused by the chair
being dragged against the floor and began running his nails back and
forth over his robed thigh to counter act the sound, feeling as if
his own nails had caused the dreadful noise. "Oh, the usual.
Everyone looks at me strangely, Elrond." Five times, back and forth,
before he would scratch each nail with his thumb before going back
to grazing his thigh. "I am sure the other advisors are up to
something. I am sure they want to corner me somewhere."
The half-elf had to hold back an amused smile. A normal- so to
speak - person, would only say these things out of vanity, feigning
to feel pursued by every elleth and ellon of the valley, though
secretly enjoying it. However, in Erestor's case it was almost
dramatically the opposite. He felt as a hunted rabbit when eyes
turned to him

"Well Erestor, I know you can defend yourself." Indeed the only time
someone had tried to corner the elf, Elrond personally treated the
elf for months after nearly being castrated. "And furthermore, I am
sure everyone respects you." This line of thought though would only
rouse an old and rather worn discussion for which his friend still
showed a large amount of passion. Erestor would go on about how he
was not truly respected, and there must be a secret society planning
his doom. A Change of subject was the best way to proceed, most
assuredly. "Have none of those elves interested you?"

Erestor's eyes narrowed and he glared balefully at his lord. "You
know the answer to that! The only one I pine for disdains me. And he
does it so beautifully, when he `hmpfs' and turns away, tilting up
that sculpted little nose." He sighed, all of his tics and manias
smothered by the momentary intoxication of his brain. The older elf
could not help himself this time and smiled openly. Elrond really
wished to see his friend happy and.peaceful for once. He would not
mind that silly look on his face, even if it set back their work a
bit, in exchange for his present tense and maniac way of living.

Elrond smiled agreeably, "Of course, Lindir does have a pretty
nose." Only too late did he realize that encouraging his friend was
one thing, complimenting the object of Erestor's obsession went
beyond the boundaries. "I mean, the kind I know you like. I really
see your.faces fitting nicely for a kiss." He shook his head,
distraught at the level of stupidity that dealing with Erestor
always brought him to. "And by the way." He coughed with an elegant
hand poised over his lips, he watched his friend wake up from yet
another haze of loving thoughts. "Have you done anything about that?
Like we discussed last session?"

He could see Erestor flush and look away. "I cannot! He will then
disdain me openly! To be able to dream is so good.but if he knows,
oh Elrond then I will not be able to even dream. You know my
imagination does not allow distorting consummated facts. I cannot
live through a rejection from him!" There was a dramatic sigh all
too similar to Elrohir's in his humorless prank; but this one was
ridiculously real. "He is so perfect.he does not even make a sound
when he walks. His hair is always neat and clean, even when someone
messes with it.it just falls back in place. Moreover, his features
are symmetric, perfectly so, even the coloring of his eyes! And
those eyelashes.I wish I could get close enough to count how many he
has! So thick and long!" He flushed at what those last two
adjectives reminded him of. "He has long hands." He reasoned before
Elrond could even reply. "Hands always tell you the size of .those
things."

Elrond surreptitiously glanced at his hands and then back at his
patient before he could be caught. They were decently sized.had
Glorfindel ever noticed his hands? Of course he had! He was always
writing when the seneschal was around. A soft flush came to the half-
elf's features. The Balrog Slayer had enormous hands. In addition,
extremely thick fingers. He imagined being prepared for love-making
by them.certainly by the third finger he would already feel
thoroughly fucked.

"My lord?" Erestor's voice croaked and they both realized he had
been carried away in his fantasies about Lindir's even and symmetric
qualities. The advisor's hand sneaked out like a snake attacking,
grabbing a cushion and placing it over his lap, holding his head up
as if daring the other to even look at him in a way that indicated
he had seen anything.

There was a low sound of a throat being cleared. "Right" Another
cough and the half-elf was finally composed from both his straying
thoughts and the disturbance caused by what he had just seen.
Erestor had long hands too, slender but.long. "So, you choose not to
do any..." There was a knock on the door and Elrond growled. His
patients' timing was growing worse by the minute! He could not even
finish with one before another was prowling outside his study. The
healer was really starting to have second thoughts about this.
Perhaps he should put Erestor on the job. He would certainly scare
the patients away enough that they would not return often, if at all.

"Give me a moment, Erestor. I am really sorry about this
interruption." Turning the knob deliberately slowly, as he wanted
the person outside to realize he was busy; he opened the door,
equally slowly. Luckily too, for Erestor could not see the flash of
white hair which was, in its self, enough to make Elrond shut the
door on Lindir's face.

"Just a second!" He remembered to call out so the young elf would
not go away. He turned to Erestor, an evil smirk only visible in his
mind, since his lips would give away his intentions. No, he was not
playing matchmaker. He was going to give not a nudge, but rather a
shove, in order for this situation to be settled. It would get him
rid of two patients that hardly needed his service as well as get
him two happier and more efficient employees.

"Erestor, my friend, I wonder if you would mind waiting for me in
the adjacent room."

"In your herb cabinet?" Came the suspicious reply.

Elrond sighed and maintained his noble face to prove that he only
had Erestor's best interest in mind. "Yes. I need you to think over
what we have been discussing and we must finish this conversation
with as little interruption as possible." He smiled at his ability.
Being a ruler had always given him the opportunity to lie freely
under the sign of diplomacy, and he had perfected his skills over
the centuries. "If I let you go I am sure you will be busy by the
time I am free again. I know this will be a short conversation, but
still I do not want the elf to feel invaded by someone else's
presence."

"Oh" The raven-haired elf's eyes widened in understanding and he
immediately stood. He knew how it felt to have his privacy invaded
by all those people that observed him. "Of course, I will go there
at once!"

"Good, good" Elrond watched the elf make his way swiftly to the door
right behind the half-elf's desk. "But Erestor, the lock is not
working well, so you will have to hold the door, yes?" Oh he was a
master. He decided to abuse that ability just a little more. "And
leave a tiny little cleft open, you need to breathe."

Within seconds, Erestor was inside the small room holding the door
ajar, with just a filet open. He rested against the wall, right
before the slit. Holding the wooden door in place with a firm leg,
he planted his feet and remained unmoving. Fortunately, the light in
Elrond's study did not illuminate in that area and Erestor's dark
robes contributed to the illusion.

He saw, as the half-elf opened the door once more, the most
magnificent being glide into the room. Six steps, perfectly
distanced. The long white robes were immaculate and hardly held any
folds even with all the movements the minstrel must have done
throughout the day. Even so, Erestor found it in him to curse
silently. He was sure his friend was setting this up; otherwise, he
had been just too blessed by the Valar to be able to stare for no
reason for long minutes without having to control himself.
Whichever, he just could not leave now without giving away his
presence. He told himself it would be offensive to Lindir, if the
minstrel learned his presence had intentionally been concealed.

Outside voices began to rise in conversation. "Lindir, I
apologize for forgetting our appointment. Please, take a seat. Are
you well, Lindir?" The elf seemed even more pale than usual, which
was something to say.

"Yes.well, sort of." The young bard sighed and whirled around on
the spot, trying to find his seat, as he was so distracted. Finally,
he plopped down upon a chair before Elrond's desk and sighed. "It is
becoming uncontrollable, sir! The other day he was scrubbing the
floor of his study.I walked in when he was on the third round of
scrubbing, I wish it had been the first.The way he moved, almost
like a stalking cat analyzing his pray; the dirt in this case, but I
wish it were me he stalked like that."

One thing Elrond was glad of, the light haired elf never needed any
prodding to begin talking what wished to discuss and he talked
incessantly, all in one blurt. It saved time and was a decent excuse
for not paying attention to everything he heard.

"Yes, but who is it again you pine over?" He asked nonchalantly,
ignoring the minstrel's indignant look. Quite the contrary to the
elf they were speaking of, Lindir was air-headed. He only still had
his head because it was firmly attached to his neck, which was
attached to his shoulders and so on. He did not recognize people
half the time he passed by them, probably lost in his beautiful
world of music. Very likely the reason Erestor felt rejected. As if
to sustain Elrond's mental comparison of contrast between the two
elves, the white haired elf took a random, half filled glass of wine
that was laying close about him and gulped it down to the very last
droplet. Something Erestor might have found repulsive, but surely
from Lindir, would be just perfect.

"You know who I am speaking of!" He rebuked after the long pause for
his drink.

"Well, yes, but I want you to say it." The half elf-looked around
suspiciously, as if expecting decent elves pop out of nowhere and
contest his methods. But it did work for Lindir seemed to take it as
some important step into coming to terms with his feelings and sang
out loud, proud and mellow.

"Erestor!"

From inside the closet, Erestor thought the object of his possessive
obsession had just spotted him in there, but then he slowly began to
connect the question to the answer, and it became hard to breathe.
He needed tiles to count! However, it was too dark inside the herb
closet. Maybe he could count how many threads of hair Lindir had,
yes, that was definitely a life project of his. No better time to
star than now, but those beautiful lips had begun moving again.

"I made a song, inspired by him." The blond elf sighed lovingly. "I
used those patting patterns he does all the time as the base for it"
He admitted with a giddy smile, his lips pressing to the rim of his
now refilled glass as he prepared to take another sip.

It was then that Elrond realized he should have remained a
strategist. Right on cue Erestor burst out from the cabinet
squealing something probably none of them identified as an
intelligible sound and stared at the minstrel. His expression was
torn between the deepest love, satisfaction, surprise and the
beginnings of a heart attack. Lindir himself had sprung to his feet
spilling wine all over himself as he stared dumbstruck at the older
elf, heat rising up his neck to stain his cheeks and crawl slowly up
to his ears.

The half-elf really wished for the decent moment to leave, but that
would wake them from a daze that was working all too well. They were
not even accusing him of plotting anything, but the silence was
becoming uncomfortable. He saw Erestor lift his hand, a finger
pointedly directed at Lindir, or better, his robes.

"You.you have a stain there."

Elrond could not believe he had just heard that. He wanted nothing
more than to wrap his hands around his friend's throat and shake him
into some state of normality. But he just kept watching as Lindir
looked down on himself and then up at Erestor again.

"Oh."

The half-elf had a new target for his wrath.
"I hmm.I know that if you rub apple vinegar it comes off more
easily. I know a lot about stains and cleaning clothes, I can help
you." The advisor offered, holding his breath as if he had just
proposed.

"Ah.so I will have to remove these." Lindir motioned to his clothes.
When he looked up Erestor was standing right before him, running his
fingers idly over the stain; it looked almost lewd the way he did
it, it being Erestor and all.

"I am afraid so."

"Oh.good. I mean that I will have you to help me with it. I am
terrible with stains." Before any of them could say anything else,
they had clasped hands and hurried out of the door as carelessly as
Elrond had ever seen his old friend move. He was pretty sure the
blond elf's robe was half open before they had even departed.

"I cannot believe that worked!" He sighed and laughed with relief.
At least something had gone right. And, if he was truly lucky,
Erestor would be very calm in the morning. The half-elf sighed
again, finally relaxing, though feeling slightly lonely without any
elves to attend to. He began to wonder what elf Glorfindel had left
to occupy himself with. Soon the recently opened bottle of wine was
empty.
***
Outside the door, Glorfindel stood tensing his muscles and rubbing
his eyes until they were red. After a moment's thought, he tore his
shirt open and disheveled his hair before knocking on the door.

"ELROND! ELROND OPEN THE DOOR!"

A startled dark haired elf flung the door open, his eyes wide with
concern, which grew even wider when surveying the disarrayed figure
before him. Glorfindel was suddenly a very real portrait of despair.
His face was red and eyes brimming with tears. His movements were
frantic and his eyes would not stop and hold Elrolnd's gaze for too
long before traveling somewhere else, as if he could *see* things
the half-elf could not.

"Glorfindel what happened?!" The lord of the valley was so stunned
he did not know how to react to the situation so, he stood
petrified. The sanest elf he knew was in tears before him, and he
had no idea what ominous happening could have put his friend in this
state.

"Elrond, you have to help me! P-please...you have to.I.I can.cannot.
please, let me in, I n-need your help, please sir, please"
Glorfindel strode inside the room before even being given permission
to enter and stood there fidgeting, pacing restlessly. Elrond's poor
heart beat frantically in his chest. The situation must be dire for
his friend to plead and above all, call him `sir' with such intent
to it.

"Glorfindel, please calm down. I am here now, please sit" He drew an
arm around the elf's shoulder comfortingly and guided him over to
the divan, sitting down beside the blond. It seemed like the Balrog
Slayer finally needed him.

His hands ran soothingly through Glorfindel's golden locks,
occasionally caressing his red cheeks while the elf rocked back and
forth, trembling.

"Glorfindel, please tell what happened"

The blond's strong hands suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders,
their faces brought to a mere inch of a distance. "You must help me!
These thoughts.and f-feelings.Elrond, please, please"

"Of course! Of course, I will, but you need to calm yourself. Lie
back, please, I will get something for you to drink." Elrond helped
Glorfindel lie down on the divan by gently pushing his shoulders
back as the Balrog Slayer seemed too frantic to understand his
request. When believing his friend was just a bit calmer, the dark-
hared elf stood and walked over to a cabinet in the far end of the
room. The old, carved doors to the cabinet opened with a screech.
Elrond took a new bottle of mead out and two new glasses, completely
ignoring the existence of the ones they had been drinking from
earlier.

He quickly poured a bit too much of the dark liquid in both of their
chalices and gulped his own down at once. Taking the other glass to
his friend, he gently helped Glorfindel guide it to his lips.

Glorfindel took quick, desperate gulps of the wine. It did not
intoxicate him in the slightest, although it would not be a bad
thing for Elrond to believe thusly.

"Sir.you will protect me, won't you? You will not let a-anyone abuse
me, will you? You will hold me safe...please." The blond's pleading
blue eyes searched Elrond's and for a moment all the madness, the
pain and desperation faded from the half-elf's face. He sat there
with a neutral expression as his eyes began to narrow and slowly
fill with dark intentions. "Won't you?" Glorfindel asked
seductively.

"What? I." The half elf stilled. No, it could not be what he thought
it to be. Was Glorfindel actually acting his recently mentioned
fantasy?! It was so sudden! With no discussion, no pondering on
their friendship, or of the consequences? Well, Glorfindel did have
more experience; he was living his second life after all. He must
know what he was doing.

"Ah...of course." As understanding sunk into the dark-haired elf's
brain, his own mask became one of almost perverse pleasure, just
like the nasty person he always dreamed of being when he had his
fragile warrior pleading for help. "Of course I will.but you will
have to trust in me, Glorfindel. Can you do that?" He asked sitting
on the edge of the divan, beside the other elf, a firm hand rested
on a velvet-clad thigh as he looked up into the warrior's eyes,
offering an affectedly soothing smile. However, Glorfindel seemed to
see none of it but the elf offering comfort to him.

"Yes, sir! I trust you, I promise. I-I will do anything you ask of
me, just protect me!" His broad shoulders trembled in a way that
seemed almost too real. Elrond's hand began to stroke calmly, up and
down, the other's muscled thigh as if stroking his back.

"Yes, yes, very good. I will truly need you to do all I ask of you,
no questions asked. You must trust me, yes?" Elrond smiled at the
nod offered by his patient and continued "But now say, my pretty
elf.what happened? I will need to know in order to help you."

"Oh yes, sir, I know. Terrible things in my mind.making me do bad
things." Glorfindel's hands ran shaking through his hair, his eyes
still swimming with tears. "The voices.tell me to offer myself to
people, and they always...always pick the nasty ones. But I just
cannot, cannot refuse, I can't. And they do b-bad things to me.touch
me." He whispered at last part, releasing a shuddering breath as he
inched closer to the welcoming safety of Elrond's warmth.

"The voices tell you that, do they." The half-elf's hand began to
crawl up the tense thigh until he cupped Glorfindel's crotch,
massaging the bulge gently, most erotically in a falsely soothing
manner. "Was it like this how they touched you?" He asked in a
velvety voice.

"A-ah yes." The wrecked elf's breath hitched and he shuddered,
involuntarily pressing closer to the touch. "And m-more.much more! I
hate it. I hate it, sir! But the v-voices tell me its good for me,
that they will make it feel good for me, they do! Please."

Another hand caressed the older elf's face, brushing wayward golden
locks away from that painfully handsome face, before cupping
Glorfindel's strong jaw. Elrond smirked in satisfaction seeing the
elf lean into the touch. His eyes lowered to find long thighs
quivering, making his mouth water in a wolfish manner as he licked
his lips. How he wanted to have that quivering body thrashing under
him, and perhaps on a more appropriate occasion, pounding furiously
into him.

"The voices are right, Glorfindel.they can make it feel good for you
if you let them. Why don't you? If you just relax, yes.just relax
and it will feel good for you. The voices will stop whispering."

"O-oh." The blond elf trembled, but nodded, suddenly looking away
ashamed of what he was thinking, afraid the wise elf would read his
mind.

"What is wrong, are the voices talking still?" Elrond asked softly,
his soft rubbing of the other's member became a most insistent
kneading as he felt it begin to throb and thicken against his touch.

"Yes.yes." Golden hair clung to Glorfindel's tear stricken features
as he nodded furiously. "They are telling me to offer myself to you.
They say you can make me feel good, like none of the others did,
sir!" His hands trembling with hesitation, he reached down and began
to untie his leggings, soon bearing to the hot air the sight of a
flushed, engorging shaft. "They made me show you this. to make me
ashamed of how much I l-like your touch sir."

"That's all right. Calm down.the voices are right, they are always
right. You had to show me this, and you must be ashamed for it. You
come to me in pain and then grow aroused while I attempt to help
you. That is terribly offensive. Don't you agree?" Elrond's smirk
deepened at the other's nod, his nails running up and down the
length of the weaklings cock, running over the tiny leaking slit.

"Ah! Ai sir.I am so sorry!"

Elrond's hand delved into Glorfindel's pants with that venomously
soothing touch until it reached the tiny entrance to the elf's core.
He rubbed the gem of his index finger in circles against the tight
protective ring of muscles that guarded such heated perfection. "Do
those people touch you like this too? Spread your legs a little
farther, sweet Glorfindel. I must touch you to know." He cooed
softly against the blond's ear, pressing his body against the other
elf's chest as his tongue sneaked out to wrap around the pointy
little tip of his ear, drawing shudders and sighs from his patient.
His hands pushed down those hindering leggings, baring muscular
thighs and finally shedding away the disgraceful fabric.

"Yes.they did. They went deeper, touched me deep inside. Forced
their.their turgid organs into me. But their fingers first.fingers.
and I liked, I liked the burning. I like it" The elf sobbed
brokenly, burying his face against the crook of Elrond's neck. Even
as he cried, he shyly pushed down onto prying fingers that made that
delicious burning spark through him.

"Ah, yes you like it. I can feel it. Was this how the others touched
you? Could they feel your delicious little pucker clenching around a
finger, wishing your walls were gripping their cock?" He pushed in
further, no lubrication, just the sweet burning sensation that was
coming to an end. "I can feel it.just seeing you tremble, I know. I
can smell your musk, you want it so bad."

"Yes, sir, I feel it. I.I like it. Is that bad?

"No, no. It is not bad at all, my beautiful Glorfindel. It is very
good. Can you feel me deeper?" He retracted his fingers and pushed
in again with two, knowing the burning would flare up stronger. He
kept pushing in, diving into that viciously gripping channel,
searching for the small bundle of nerves that would make all the
voices in his weakling's head scream in agonizing ecstasy.

"Ah! Sir! Ai lord, please.ah...ah.I'm burning from inside sir.it
hurts, but it feels so g-good. Help me, sir. Will this make the
voices go? Please sir.you are so kind."

"I will make the voices go. You have to renounce them, and they will
be gone" He whispered low and temptingly against the shell of
Glorfindel's ear, pressing the length of his body against the
writhing form beneath him. "Just surrender to me." His voice was
still a sensual whisper, persuading, seducing his charge into
acquiescing to his request, but his manner was harsher a feral light
in his eyes.

Glorfindel's big blue eyes stared up at his lord with such a forlorn
look as he trembled at the touches on his burning flesh. "Yes! Sir,
I surrender.all to you. Everything is y-yours, I am yours...please.
I am unworthy of you"

"Yes you are. You know you do not deserve my touch; but still, I am
willing to help you. I pity your condition." Elrond closed his
fingers around the thick girth of Glorfindel's arousal, stroking
harshly a couple of times. "This is the kind of touch you want, is
it not?" He sneered in satisfaction, feeling the other tremble and
tense under his touch, giving a feeble not of his head.

"Are you sure the voices tell you to do these things?"

The blond's lips parted with a shameful cry of agony as he shook his
head. "No! No.I like it! The voices whisper.but I crave for them to
talk to me, I am the one, sir. I am so ashamed! Please redeem me!
Tell me what to do, sir, I will do it.anything, anything. Please
redeem me of this shame! The voices...the voices.no, they don't tell
me anything." He flinched upon hearing the cold laugh, which was
more like a roaring bark, coming from Elrond's mouth. He lowered his
eyes to his twitching cock.

"I knew that was why you had come. How filthy and pitiful you are.
But I will redeem you. I am generous, aren't I, Glorfindel? Did I
not touch you as you wanted me to?" He waited for a nod and as it
came, he let go of the pink shaft, undoing his own robes to free his
painfully throbbing cock. He displayed it with pleasure before
Glorfindel's horror struck eyes before tightly grasping him by his
thick hair, yanking the handsome face close to his own, their lips
almost brushing, caressed by the ragged breaths coming from both
elves.

Mouths clashed in a furious battle, two beasts fighting for
dominance, swallowing screams as if the fevered sounds filled their
blood with the vicious glory of lust. Tongues thrust against and
stroked one another, teeth clashing and biting at soft pliant lips.
There was everything brutal and careless in their kiss, yet it was
perfect.

Elrond's hand again stroked Glorfindel's shaft, fingers coned and
twisting each time they reached the dark crown, cruel finger pulling
on the foreskin, drawing moans and cries from the tall elf beneath
him. The blond's own hands were frantically busy, sliding under the
half-elf's clothing they glided hungrily over the taut chest,
tweaking soft nipples and rising them to full ardor. He undulated
his hips in an erotic rhythm against his lord's free cock. Finally,
parting from the kiss, their mouths unlocked giving way to twin
cries.

"Let me.suck on you my lord. I want to feed f-from your seed.drink
heavily from you. Please." Even in the haze of passion Glorfindel
did not forget his intended role in their unspoken game, though he
had almost lost control when tasting those deliciously plum lips.

"Yes.that's how you will redeem yourself, my pretty whore. Suck it."
They both growled in accordance and the warrior lunged down, bending
before his lord as his lips peppered kisses over the dark-haired
elf's stomach, teasing the soft indentation of his navel with the
velvety heat of a soft tongue. His long lips descended to suckle on
a protruding hipbone, grazing his teeth most fiercely over the pale
skin until he reached that dark column. He was dizzy with arousal at
the heady scent of musk, his lips immediately parting to taste all
of the length, running up and down the thick shaft. His tongue
lapped teasingly along the prominent under-vain of Elrond's arousal,
letting it guide his path back to the head which he easily closed
his lips around, rolling his tongue over the head, succoring
temptingly to the point of madness, before he began taking more and
more in.

Elrond's hands caressed the blond's back, leaving red pressure marks
and grazed paths of his nails, up and down.until his hands encased
his lover's round buttocks, kneading greedily as he thrusts into
that hot mouth. His is fingers crawled to tease the warrior's
cleft. The healer's pale neck was fully exposed as he threw his head
back, dark hair slashing against his skin. A moan tumbled from his
lips as he felt the hands that had been holding his lips stray down
to tease his tight and aching sac. The half-elf could hear skin
sliding against leather and knew Glorfindel was rubbing himself
against the settee. It was that realization which allowed him to
gain control once more and not let the wondrous feeling lead them
both to the inevitable fall down the dark chasm of ecstasy.

"Stop...stop, now." The words were more of a leading request than an
order, but they were firm and quickly obeyed. "I want to hear your
sweet screams.when I plunder your sweet body, sink deep into your
tight core."

Glorfindel groaned, running his cheek against Elrond's pubic bone,
feeling the curly hair at the base of the shaft tickle against his
skin as he regretfully pulled back. "You taste so good, my lord.it
is almost impossible to stop." He whispered huskily. He started to
run a finger down the half-elf's chest, leaving a trail of open
buttons on its wake. Baring the beautifully pale skin before his
eyes, the warrior could not resist leaning in to taste the smooth
flesh.

"I will make sure you know when you stop." The dark elf whispered as
he ran his slender fingers through soft golden hair, enjoying
Glorfindel's attention for a moment, before offering his own. He
drew the elf's head away, exposing a strong neck and sinking his
teeth into the soft skin, suckling hard to mark his claim. His
skilled hands made little work of the blond's own clothing, pushing
a tunic past the broad shoulders, his impatient hands tearing the
slayer's shirt open. Both of their bodies tensed with a jolt of
pleasure.

"Turn around. On all four for me." Elrond whispered against the
hollow of his patient's neck. He had been laving at it most eagerly
with his hot tongue. Pulling back to let the elf move, he
appreciated the sight before him for long moments before lowering
the other's dark trousers to pool around his knees, baring the
perfect ass to his eyes. His hands did not play shy, exploring with
possessive skims over the silken skin. His body slid lower, allowing
his lips touch those firm thighs, kiss the back of the folded knees
and crawl up the sensitive insides of the long legs, leaving a wet
trail of butterfly kisses and soft bites.

"Am I distracting the voices, my pretty elf?" He asked huskily
against a wet patch just under the curve of a buttock where the
muscled thighs began to round into the shapely mounds. The only
response was a satisfying grunt and narrow hips pushing back against
him.

Elrond smiled darkly, lust heavily laden in his eyes as his hands
parted Glorfindel's cheeks. He ran his tongue down the narrow cleft,
circling the pink pucker, teasing and dipping into the gripping
ring. He thrust slowly as he felt his patient answering most
compliantly to every single touch. His fingers came next, but this
time his charge did intervene and Elrond decided to accept his plea.

"Sir.I do not deserve such care, I do not deserve to be so well
prepared. Scare the voices sir, please. Fuck me raw." The blond
whispered through clenched teeth as his body jerked softly with
reminiscent pleasure of Elrond's touch.

The half-elf did not hesitate. His dark hair spilled over his
shoulders teasing the small of Glorfindel's back with feather like
touches. As he grasped those narrow hips, his fingers sank into the
tan skin as he positioned himself and pushed in. His lungs burned as
he drew in a sharp breath, his cock ready to burst from the
viciously tight channel, the wall of muscle gripping him angrily and
possessively as he sheathed himself.

The warrior's own body tensed with the pain, using what control he
had over his quivering core to clench and relax his muscles around
the shaft until he could do it no more; his walls were loose enough
and it barely hurt the languid muscles anymore. They both held still
for long moments, breathing quickly, enjoying the sensation; but
soon the burning began. Flames licked up their chests begging for
more. When the dark-haired elf saw Glorfindel arch his back -
forming a most delicious inward curve - he could not help running
his hands over it, searching for the angle that would stimulate
Glorfindel's prostate before he began to thrust.

They set a strong, relentless pace, moving in tandem, thrusting
together, filling the room with symphonic sounds of a barbarian
ritual, sweat forming on their skin, muscles straining, tiring;
nothing made them stop.

Elrond' thrusts made Glorfindel's body jerk and tense with sparks of
pleasure every time, mercilessly brutalizing the soft bundle of
nerves inside him; the pleasure was overwhelming. The blond's shaft
throbbed with impending release, his senses clouded; he could barely
hear the other's cries any longer. He could hardly see anything
before him, all sensations slurred together in one massive wave of
pleasure that swept over him the moment the healer's firm hand
grasped his cock and guided him to a shattering release.

With a hoarse cry of unintelligible sounds, Glorfindel came hard,
his seed spattering the polished leather of the half-elf's settee,
his body trembling with the aftershocks, muscles clenching
involuntarily around the stiff member still buried deep within him.
He felt when Elrond came, when his body tensed, the furious slapping
of those pale thighs against his backside ceasing. The dark-haired
elf trembled with almost painful waves of pleasure as his lover's
core milked him dry. His chest rested against Glorfindel's back as
they heaved for breath, narrow lips kissing lazy paths of tan skin
on the warrior's shoulders.

The study was filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat. The
sounds filling the room were of pants and heavy breaths. Bodies
moved languidly in sweet exhaustion. Long, tired limbs moved to wrap
around each other as the elves dropped to the floor with most
ungraceful thuds.

A strong hand sifted through damp locks of dark hair, studying the
way they became pronouncedly wavy when wet. Glorfindel's legs held
Elrond possessively between them, his free hand running along the
peredhel's back, from shoulder to hip, back to shoulder. "I believe
the voices have screamed themselves hoarse." He whispered with mirth
in his voice and deep appreciation shining in his eyes.

"Aye" Elrond snorted softly, pressing his brow to Glorfindel's
chest, closing his eyes as he caught up his breath, his own fingers
gently caressing the tan skin before him. "I cannot believe you did
that for me." He looked up smiling gently as their eyes locked and
he watched the blond's brow furrow.

"Do what for you, Elrond? I was in deep need of emotional relief."
He affirmed, winking at his dark lover.

"Yes, of course." The healer chuckled openly now. "I appreciate you
having come for me still." He insisted before falling into their
game again. "It had always been my wish to see to the needs of such
a mysterious soul. I hope there are still sessions to come, for
voices do not fade that quickly, yes?" He felt Glorfindel's body
begin to tremble with laughter as he leaned up to press a lazy kiss
to the corner of the half-elf's lips.

"No, no. I think next time I will be playing the doctor." The blond
smirked as he let his stroking hand slide to the front and tease
his lovers nipples. "You are far too disturbed.having wet dreams
about dwarves and all that. Very much in need of correction."

The dark haired elf arched an eyebrow, breath hitching softly at the
expert touch, but acquiesced with a nod. "I suppose it is only
right. You seem much more qualified. Perhaps you would like to take
this job over?" He mimicked a pleading expression, only half hiding
a grin as defensive laughter sprung from the Balrog Slayer's lips
once more.

"Oh, no, no! Tend to *Erestor* and all the other less crazed elves
of the valley? Ha, not in a million years, dear one."

"Ah" Elrond's expression became triumphant. "But I can assure you
Erestor will not be coming back to this office. Not any time soon,
anyway."

Glorfindel seemed genuinely surprised and he propped himself up on
his elbow, lifting the half-elf along with him. "How did you manage
that miracle?!"

"Oh I did nothing! Full credit is due to the pale and symmetrically
rounded piece of ass he must be deep into right now"

"Nooooo.no, no! Seriously? Ha! Wonderful!" His smacked his lips
against the crook of Elrond's neck, biting gently at the happy
prospect of not having to deal with the manic obsessive elf anymore.
Well, not in his manic obsessive state anyway. "But still, I think I
would prefer to remain you private healer, yes? You require too
much attention. Dwarves."

Elrond made a sound, something between a snort and a moan, at his
lover's carelessly pleasurable attention to his neck and he pressed
a bit closer to that wonderfully toned body under him. "Oh yes.that
will be required. I am far too distraught" It was his turn now to
pull on the sad look. "When will we start our first session, Lord
Glorfindel?" He looked deep into his seneschal's eyes and saw the
devious glint flaring up in them. Only a second later he was rolled
over in a near wrestling manner and trapped under the blond's
powerful body, strong hands pinning his own above his head, legs
grounding him firmly to the floor, offering perfect contact between
their growing arousal.

"How about right now? I feel a very evil presence in your body." The
Balrog Slayer growled playfully. "Let's take that evil Balrog spirit
out of you!" Glorfindel dived in to claim Elrond's lips as they
delved into a completely new area of psychological exploration.

The Eeeend.