Title: Rakkas*

Author: Vesta

Pairing: Erestor/lots

Rating: NC-17 Slash!!!

Disclaimer: Elves are not mine. *sighs* Also, in this fic is drug use! This does not mean I promote it in any way.

Warnings: LOTS of m/m sex, implied het (but only implied), a whipping (punishment, not bdsm), drug use, lots of fun, a bit of fluff, and TOTALLY AU!!!!!! This will be an exploration into sensuality and sexuality.

A/N: Mike (IgnobleBard) and I challenged each other with this. We are writing our own separate stories, but with certain of the same elements. They are: Elf must be in a harem, drug use, a big cat, dance for a visiting realm (outside w/bonfire), a harem slave being punished (not/besides the character), having hair washed sensually by another (this part is dedicated to Getty :) ). Also, for my fic personally, several terms (including the title) will be Arabic or Middle Eastern in flavor. Thank you to Aprilmoon for the beautiful plot bunny she gifted me with. This is dedicated to you sweetie!

Chapter 1

Erestor was draped elegantly across a chair, his right leg dangled carelessly across the plush arm. Salwa* lay with her head upon his left foot on the ground, her tail curled around her lithe body. He moved his right foot in time to the beat of the dumbeks* and the sagats*, watching as new additions to the harem* were trained in the art of dance. His amber eyes watching critically.

His eyes lifted to the sheer draperies that separated the 'public' area from the harem itself. As they were pushed aside, he quickly got to his feet. The music had stopped and all but he within the room, went down to their knees. He simply bowed at the waist and came back up to meet emerald green eyes.

Erestor clapped his hands and said, "Leave us." He waited until the large room had cleared and then approached his Lord who was scratching behind Salwa's ears as she rubbed her large black head against his thigh, purring.

"Malik*, what brings you here?" Erestor asked in a seductive tone. His breathe caught as his Lord stepped forward and pulled him roughly into his arms. Lips came down to claim his and he opened up to the onslaught of the tongue that demanded entrance into his mouth. His arms came up and hands twined into golden hair as he melted against his Lord, groaning as he felt a hard heat rubbing against his own. When his Lord pulled away, he was left gasping for air and whimpering with need.

"Tomorrow we have visitors arriving from the realm of Imladris. We will be having a Hafla in their honor. I wish for the slaves to be ready to mingle with the guests. You will be dancing." Erestor bowed his head in acknowledgment.

"It is as you wish, Malik."

The Lord turned on his heel and made his way to the curtains. He turned and his eyes met Erestor's. "I wish for you to attend to me tonight."

Erestor smiled and bowed. "I am honored to do so, Malik." He watched as his Lord left, his hand going down to caress Salwa's head, her purrs reverberating throughout the large spacious chamber.

Clapping his hands once again, the slaves of the harem returned and he informed them of their Lord's wishes. He returned once more to the chair and watched with amusement as the slaves chattered excitedly amongst themselves.

Two hours after the bell ringing in dinner found Erestor preparing himself for his trip to his Lord's rooms. As the head harem dancer, he was attended by several others to prepare him sensually for his Lord, those who had already gone through Upandishads, the secret teachings of the harem.

He was led to the large communal bathing pool within the harem's chambers and his robe removed. Led into the warm spring fed pool, he sighed as he seated himself, several harem slaves surrounding him. He dunked his head and when he came back up he felt the special lathering oil massaged into his scalp. His eyes opened when he felt one of the slaves straddle his lap before starting to lather his upper torso. Another pushed in behind him to lather his back, and he moaned as he felt hardened heat rub against his cleft and his own groin simultaneously.

The scent of patchouli wafted through the air as sensual hands massaged him, raising his desire even further. The Elf on his lap left his position and pulled Erestor up to stand. Soft hands continues to slowly massage cleansing oils into the rest of his body, touching him to stimulate his desires. Erestor pulled the ellon in front of him into a deep searing kiss. Panting he pulled back and watched as another prepared the one in front of him. He would spend himself now, to delay his orgasm later. To make himself last longer for his Lord. The elf in front of him was slowly turned and then supported against the one who had prepared him for this.

Erestor gripped his hips and slowly slid in, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss upon the others back between the shoulder blades, before lifting his lips to kiss the one supporting the one in front of him. Suddenly he arched and cried out as he felt fingers delving into him, preparing him for his Lord. He thrust into the ellon before him, and then pushed back on the fingers that were deep within his own backside. His lips met the others once again as they held the ellon between them, their breathless cries matching each other in intensity. Erestor wrapped his fingers around the slave he was driving into and started stroking him. Both cried out their orgasms together.

Erestor fell back into the arms of the one who had prepared him and was soothed and washed by him, while the ellon he had taken was soothed and washed by the other. Before he left the bath to be oiled and dried, he took the young ellon into his arms and kissed him. Thanking him for his services and sacrifices.

He stepped from the pool where others were awaiting him, rubbing him down in oils scented with sandalwood and clary sage. More lighter oils were rubbed into his hair and then his hair was brushed dry until it was gleaming.

He donned loose black harem pants that tied at the sides of his hips and then again at his ankles, leaving the sides of his legs bare. A vest that was cut to his midriff and left hanging open was then put on. Over this an elaborately decorated robe was placed, belted at the waist. Kohl lined his amber eyes, enhancing them. A small pouch filled with different oils was given to him and calling Salwa who now wore her gold coin collar, took his leave, escorted by the harem guards.

A guard knocked upon his Lord's chamber doors and opened it for Erestor when the call to enter came. Erestor entered Salwa by his side, hearing the snick of the door behind him. Salwa immediately went to lay in a corner where a lavish pillow awaited her. His eyes immediately sought those of his Lord, and he bowed.

"I greet you Malik."

When he raised back up he found himself in his Lord's arms, demanding lips upon his. He moaned into the kiss and opened his lips to suck in the tongue of his Lord. Hands moved to the sash of his robe and then up to his shoulders to push it off. It fell forgotten to the ground. He undressed his Lord, kneeling to help him remove boots and leggings, taking a quick swipe of his tongue upon the hardened heat of his Lord before standing again and braiding his Lord's hair. He then led his Lord to the bed and lay him down.

"I desire you Erestor."

"And I desire you Malik, let me take care of you." His Lord nodded and trustingly put himself into the hands of his favorite harem dancer.

Erestor quickly shed his clothing and climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard and pulled his Lord's head into his lap. He looked down into emerald green eyes with a smile and then placed fingertips over those eyes, encouraging them to close. He reached over to the pouch and lay out several phials of oil onto the night stand beside him. He picked up one and opened it. A stimulating yet relaxing mix of citrus and lavender filled the air.

He poured only a few drops onto his finger tips and then rubbed them together with the fingertips of his other hand. His fingers then moved to his Lord's temples and started to slowly massage the points there. He softly moved his hands down his Lord's face and massaged his cheeks, starting at the nose and sweeping out and up towards the temples once more. He continued with this for a few minutes before moving to cup his Lord's chin.

Here he lifted his Lord's chin so that his face tilted up towards Erestor and Erestor swept his fingers under the chin and then up along the jaw to the earlobes and then repeating the move. When he was done with this he whispered, "Onto your stomach Malik." He moved as his Lord shifted and rolled. Straddling his Lords hips, he moved his braid to the side and then reached over for another phial of oil.

The smell of rosewood now permeated the air to blend with that of the citrus and lavender, starting to create a hazy mist of sensual scents meant to stimulate his Lord erotically. He drizzled the oil that had been pre-warmed onto his Lords back and after re-stoppering the phial and placing it upon the night stand, started to run his hands sensually and softly over his Lords back.

He moved up to start the massage at his Lords shoulders, kneading softly. A touch meant to stimulate sensually. He moved to the neck and rubbed there, and back across the shoulders once again. His right hand came over to join his left, working the shoulder and then slowly down the arm until even the finger tips had been massaged. Back up the arm, across the back and he was then repeating the massage down the right arm. Soon he was working down his Lord's back, using only the lightest of touches upon his spine.

As he scooted down to position himself across his Lord's thighs he bent down and softly ran his tongue up his Lord's spine eliciting a moan from the one beneath him. He smiled against his back and sat back up, slowly working his hands down in a swirling pattern to his Lord's lower back. This time as he scooted further down, he leaned in and playfully nipped his Lord's backside before soothing it with his tongue. His Lord pushed back begging for more and he indulged him for a moment, running his tongue along the crevice and delving in to flick against the opening there.

A cry rent the air and he placed hands softly but firmly upon his Lord's hips to keep him from bucking too hard. He stood upon his knees and leaned over his Lord's body, tongue swiping an ear as he grabbed the phial of rosewood oil once again. He allowed some of this to drizzle on his Lord's backside before stoppering it and laying it upon the bed beside him. His hands went tenderly to the firm globes in front of him and started to knead. Fingers occasionally dipping into the cleft to tease the puckered opening there.

Soon he moved back and prodded thighs, prompting them to open so he could settle between them. He massaged down thighs and then calves, reaching finally elegant feet. Before he massaged oil into these he took the time to nibble on toes, teasing with tongue and hot breath. His Lord was writhing and moaning under his ministrations.

"To your back Malik." He whispered and licked his lips when he saw his Lord's hardened heat. But he stayed himself. His training in the secret teachings holding him back. He massaged up shins and then the front of his Lord's thighs, sensually and slowly crawling up his body as he did so. His hands ignored the weeping arousal, but his tongue did not. He lapped at the head, tasting and savoring the sweetness of his Lord. He looked up into eyes that had turned nearly black with lust and smiled softly. He then oiled the hard shaft, the one below him crying out when his hands then moved ever upward to massage a taught belly.

As his hands reached peaked nipples, he shifted so that he was straddling hips once more, the cleft of his bottom teasingly resting on the hardness below him. Lifting when his Lord tried to rub against him for friction. When the hips below him quit moving, he sat back down and continued the massage. Lightly pinching hard nipples, teasing them even harder. As he made his way back up to shoulders once again he leaned forward and took his Lord's lips with his own.

His bottom came up off his Lord's hardness as he did so, and he felt hands delve into his hair as his lips were taken brutally. When he pulled away it was to sit back down once again onto his Lord's lap, impaling himself onto hardened heat. Two voices cried out at the exquisite union.

Placing his hands upon his Lord's chest to brace himself, Erestor started to very slowly undulate his hips. Even when his Lord tried to thrust up into him, he kept the pace slow by rising up. He did not ride his Lord in a fast pace, but kept his bottom firmly against his Lord. Using agonizingly slow and sensual hip rolls to keep them both stimulated.

The pace he set brought them both quickly to that peak, but would not allow them to fall over. He continued his slow torture, prolonging the sensual act for longer than what normal sex would allow. Soon a temporary Samadhi* was reached. A state that could allow them to go on in the same manner for hours if they wished. Amber eyes stayed locked onto green as Ananda* finally reached, culminated in that which Erestor had sought to achieve. To break the spell he lifted up fully from the hardness within and sat down hard.

A cry rent the air as he did so, and previous unfocused green eyes narrowed. Erestor found himself flipped onto his back, his legs locking behind the back of his lover. His Lord then set a brutal pace, pulling them both over the edge in moments. He held his Lord tenderly when he collapsed, the two of them panting in the aftermath of their orgasms.

When his Lord pulled from him and moved to the side, he got up and went into the bathing chambers. He cleaned himself up quickly and then with a bowl of warm oiled water and a cloth sat next to his Lord and cleaned him tenderly. Disposing of these items he came back to his Lord and kissed him deeply and prepared to leave.

"Stay with me Erestor."

"If that is what you desire Malik."

"It is."

Erestor climbed back into the large bed of his Lord and snuggled into his arms. A soft smile on his face as they both fell into reverie.

TBC

Translations:

Rakkas-'the dancer'-masculine

Harem-Arabic meaning 'forbidden' or 'secluded'

Salwa-female Arabic name meaning 'Solace'

Dumbek-small drum made of ceramic usually with sheepskin or fish skin stretched across it

Sagats-finger cymbals (also called zills)

Malik-Arabic for 'master/king'

Samadhi-meditative state

Ananda-divine bliss

Chapter 2

Erestor slowly came out of reverie, stretching sensually. He sat up disoriented for a moment before he realized he was still in his Lord's chambers. He smiled softly in remembrance of the previous night. He looked out of the skylight and gasped. Never had he indulged in sleeping so late. He looked around and realized, even his Lord was up and had left the chambers already. Flushing, he quickly dressed and calling Salwa to him, left. He was followed by the harem guards to his destination.

They were not there to guard him from escaping, but to protect his Lord's property. It was rare that any of those from the harem were left without escort, for jealous were many of the Elves of his home. Jealous of the riches and luxuries lavished upon the Lord's harem slaves. He knew that there were guards for the other harem as well. The one that housed the elleths. He turned and thanked the guards before entering into the inner sanctuary of the harem and was greeted by the slaves who lived within.

He clapped his hands three times and all came to sit at his feet. "As you know today is the day the guests from Imladris arrive. We will be holding a Hafla in their honor. They will arrive within the next few hours and as you know, our Lord requests all in his household to be present. Pleas make yourselves ready." He dismissed the slaves and went to prepare himself.

Erestor watched as the slaves of the harem assembled themselves in the courtyard. They were out of the way, yet placed pridefully for all to see. All were dressed in simple harem pants and vests, with no body make-up or jewelry seen upon them. All their hair was worn lose, their looks kept simple for a reason. The reason being the Hafla being held this night. Then they would be looking their absolute best.

Erestor dressed in an elaborate Thobe stood at the head of them. His glistening jet black hair shone with blue highlights in the sun that showed off the silver Thobe perfectly. He wore no make-up and no jewelry himself. Salwa was seated next to him, partially hidden within the folds of his Thobe, watching with curiosity.

A contingent of Elves rode into the courtyard and dismounted. Stable workers came forward and led their horses off. The Lords in the group stepped forward. Erestor gasped, his amber eyes going wide. He had the pleasure of meeting the Lord Elrond once before, but had never seen the blonde warrior that now stood at his side. He was exquisite! He watched as his Lord bowed to them and made his greetings.

"Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel welcome to my realm. We welcome you with open hearts and wish for you to have your rest, for tonight we honor your presence here with a Hafla."

Lord Elrond and the blonde warrior bowed in return. Lord Elrond speaking for them both.

"We are honored to be within your realm King Thranduil, and I look forward to the Hafla. Lord Glorfindel here has never experienced such as this, but I am sure he will find it fascinating."

King Thranduil chuckled and then greeted them in a less formal manner, pulling first Lord Elrond and then Lord Glorfindel into warm hugs. "Aye Elrond, I think he will." King Thranduil turned and motioned to Erestor who motioned for Salwa to stay before he stepped forward and made his way to his Lord's side and bowed.

"My Lord Elrond, it is a pleasure to see you once again." He turned to the golden warrior and bowed to him, flushing slightly as his amber eyes met the bluest eyes he had ever seen. "My Lord Glorfindel, I hope you enjoy your stay here in the Great Greenwood. May you enjoy all the exotic tastes she has to offer." He smiled mysteriously at the intrigued warrior and turned to his Lord, blushing when he met his green eyes. His Lord knew. His Lord had seen how intrigued he was by the golden warrior.

"Malik, the slaves and I will return to the harem now with your permission to make ready for tonight's festivities."

King Thranduil nodded his head. "I trust tonight will be a night to remember for all of Erestor. You are dismissed." Erestor flushed once again at the innuendo in his Lord's words and bowed. Quickly turning away, he clapped his hands to dismiss the slaves.

When he was gone King Thranduil turned to the visiting Lords once again, a knowing smirk passing between he and Elrond. When he tried to call Glorfindel's attention away from the retreating Erestor, he was amused to find that Glorfindel seemingly did not hear him. Glorfindel finally turned back with a blush when Elrond prodded him in the ribs with an elbow.

"He is a beauty is he not Lord Glorfindel?" Glorfindel glanced to where Erestor had disappeared into the palace and then back at Thranduil.

"Aye My Lord he is. I have never seen exotic beauty such as his. He is a slave?"

Thranduil laughed and replied, "No, he is no slave though he is the head dancer of my harem. He stays of his own free will. His Nanneth was the head dancer of my fathers harem before she was sadly killed by orcs while on her way to another realm at that realms request for her dancing skills. He was but a small child when this happened and thankfully remembers little of that time. I have offered to free him from my services as the head of my harem, but he chooses to stay for the love of his art and in honor of his mother."

Blue eyes once again traveled to where they had seen the raven haired beauty disappear. An expression full of curiosity touched with a bit of longing upon the fair face. Thranduil glanced over to Elrond with a raised eyebrow. Elrond nodded to Thranduil. This was going to be an interesting night indeed, to watch Glorfindel's reaction of Erestor's performance. Thranduil then led them into the palace and to their chambers. Afterwards he made his way to the harem to speak with Erestor.

As Erestor lay among the luxurious pillows strewn upon the floor having the Mendhi applied, his stomach was twisted into knots. His Lord had come to him and told him of Glorfindel's interest. He had been bade by his Lord to attend upon Glorfindel this night after the Hafla. He looked down at the slave applying the Mendhi and was happy with the results.

The tops of his feet, the palms of his hands, across the left side of his chest and around his belly button were done in an intricate design of vines and small flowers. When the Mendhi dried, the crust would be removed leaving a colored 'tattoo' upon him. He ate light fruits and drank water flavored with lemon as he waited for this to happen. When it was completed he stood and removed the towel from his hips that he had donned after taking his bath.

This time he attended to himself as all the slaves were also preparing for this night. He brushed out his hip length hair with a brush coated lightly in ylang ylang oil. He then rubbed the same scent into his body. Two of the slaves came to him to help apply a fine dusting of gold powder upon his skin before he dismissed them once more to see to themselves. He lined his eyes heavily with kohl, accenting the exotic slant to his amber eyes. His lips were a natural ruby red and needed no enhancing as others did.

Next he donned his clothing. Red harem pants that tied very low on his hips and at his ankles came first. They were made of the richest satin to be found. The matching half vest was next. The set was trimmed in a rich gold embroidery. He put a belt that also was worn low on the hips and was made of small gold bells, coins and tassels that hung to points on the front and back. On his upper arms were gold serpent armbands that matched the torque around his neck. A thin gold circlet that came to a downward point tipped with a small tear drop shaped ruby was placed upon his brow, a matching satin veil covering the lower half of his face was attached to this. After he placed thick gold bands full of bells around both ankles, he appraised himself in the mirror. He was satisfied with what he saw.

He placed Salwa's elaborate gold coin collar upon her neck and smirked. The Elves that arrived today did not notice her earlier. She was his constant companion ever since she was gifted to him by Lord, Thranduil. An exotic black panther, gifted to him when she was but a kitten, with amber eyes to match his exotic dark haired amber eyed harem dancer. King Thranduil enjoyed the shocked reaction she invoked just as much as Erestor did. He knelt down momentarily to rub his face on hers and was rewarded with a loud purr.

He then went to a special glass cage and pulled his other companion, his dance partner for part of the performance tonight out. He brought the face of the six foot long black python, another gift from his Lord, close to his own and felt the tongue flicker out and touch his cheek. He smiled at the snake.

"So Jalil, are you ready for tonight? We have been commanded by Malik to put on a royal performance and I have faith that we will not disappoint them." The snake flicked his tongue once again in answer.

He placed the snake into a large ornate basket which was carefully picked up by two of the harem slaves and carried outside to where the Hafla had already started. The rest of the slaves followed giving Erestor a chance to center himself and do his last preparation before he and Salwa made their grand entrance. He went to his armoire and pulled open a drawer within. Inside was a pipe that he filled with a special blend of herbs. He unhooked his veil for a moment and took a small brand from the fire lit in a brazier, and lit the mixture and puffed. As he inhaled and held the smoke within him several times, he felt a wave of peace and tranquility wash through him. He meditated for a few moments afterwards to get his Kundalini lined up properly.

He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and put his veil once more across his face. He called Salwa to him and the two left the inner chambers of the harem and made their way outside, once again closely followed by several guards. The music playing greeted him long before he came into sight of the roaring bonfire and the Elves sitting around it. He stayed hidden within the shadows until the proper time, his eyes seeking out and finding Lord Glorfindel.

When he deemed the time right, he sent Salwa to go and sit by King Thranduil's side. He smirked as he saw the visiting dignitaries eyes widen in shock. All but Lord Elrond's who had met her on his last visit. She immediately walked up to the King and forced her head under his hand so she could receive a pet. Erestor smiled softly as he watched the King lean down and cup her face with both of his hands, bestowing a kiss upon her brow. She soon curled up, her head resting on a booted foot. Erestor turned his attention to the side where the musicians were.

When they finished the song they were currently playing they started to play another. A slow sensual beat first started of with the dumbek, rigg and oud. Soon they were joined by the melody of the kawala, saz and the zurna. When the melody was in full swing, the female harem slaves joined in with their sagats, an opposite tempo the dumbek being played. He lifted his arms above his head and started to undulate his hips slowly as he moved out of the shadows and into the fires light.

He slowly made a sensual circuit clockwise around the fire before stopping in front of the slightly raised dias that the three Lords sat upon. He bowed to them, making eye contact with each in turn. His eyes could not help but linger upon Lord Glorfindel, whose eyes met his and were filled with desire. He had been ordered to attend him that night, so his flirtations would be mainly directed at him, for he desired him as well.

He squatted down and slowly lifted the lid off the basket that Jalil was in, so as not to startle the snake and make him nervous. He gently but firmly grabbed Jalil behind his head and then supported the snake half way down his body and lifted him out. He brought the snakes face close to his and made eye contact with Glorfindel as he placed a soft kiss on the tip of Jalil's nose. The innuendo was not lost on the blonde warrior and Erestor grinned behind his veil as he watched soft lips part slightly and eyes darkened with lust.

The music started up once again still slow and sensual as he lifted Jalil and lay him around his neck. The snake immediately coiled himself around Erestor's body, drawn to the warmth there. As Erestor slowly undulated his hips, he let go of the snakes head and the snake moved so that he was now wrapped around his neck, his head resting on top of Erestors.

Intricate arm moves matched the sensuality of his hips, making promises of absolute pleasure. His eyes met with all in attendance, but always came back to meet with the golden warrior's. Elrond and Thranduil looked at each other with small knowing smiles. Glorfindel was in for a very pleasant surprise.

When the slow sensual snake dance was done, Erestor bowed to the applause he recieved. One of the harem slaves came and removed the snake from his body and placed it within the basket. Another joined the first and they carried the basket carefully away. As another song was played, Erestor left the fire side to prepare for his next performance. There would be three parts to this one. He removed his veil, tied his hair back in a long thick braid and removed his vest. The music changed once again, mostly the dumbeks playing, a fast and furious beat as he walked back into the firelight twirling poi.

The balls on the end of thin chains were swung in wide arching circles one clockwise the other counterclockwise. He soon started making more and more intricate passes with them, swinging them in more complicated circles around his body. A body that was now lightly sheened in sweat from the fury of the fire and the movements of his body.

When the poi's fire died out, a slave ran up to him and handed him two fire fans. These were handles with four long spikes coming from each of them. The tips of each spike carried a flame upon it and he once again started an intricate dance with the fans. This was followed by a show with flaming double knives, the tips flaming and whirling around his body. All of the guests and even his Lord, sat in silent awe as his moves became more and more intricate. He ended that performance there, forgoing the next part considering Glorfindel was one of the honored guests.

The fire whip was dropped from his routine and a veil brought out. He did a soft sensual veil dance, Glorfindel his target for soft touches of his fingers and veil. The sparks and attraction between the two thick in the air so that even the others could feel it. When Erestor's dances were completed, his vest was put back on and he joined the others on the dias, sitting next to Glorfindel and sipping wine.

Flirting continued, Glorfindel's interest starting to rise. Erestor also kept an eye on the rest of the slaves who were entertaining Elrond, his Lord and the guards that came with the Imladris contingent. Smirking while he watched Aleser attended Elrond, and Elrond eating up the attention.

During the elleth's dance, Erestor noticed Aleser momentarily leave Elrond's side. The Lord paid no attention, and did not seem to be insulted when Aleser started heavily flirting with one of the guards who came with Lord Elrond. His eyes sought his Lord's whom he saw had also noticed. A silent conversation passed between them and Erestor sighed inwardly and nodded. He leaned in to speak softly to Glorfindel who nodded, his face becoming a mask.

Erestor stood and looked down to Lord Elrond. He held out his hand and softly said, "My Lord Elrond, I should be honored if you would retire with me." Elrond glanced at Glorfindel who had turned his face away, and then to Thranduil, whose face was a mask of rage as he watched the young harem slave leave with the guard. He had made a serious breach in protocol and knew Erestor would take care of the problem.

Elrond would rather have Glorfindel go with Erestor, but he also knew that for Erestor to offer himself and him to deny that offer would be and insult to the King. He took Erestor's hand and stood, the two walking to his chambers.

TBC

Translations:

Malik-'master/king'

Salwa-female arabic name for 'solace'

Hafla-a party of or festival formal ones are accompanied by a 'market')

Mendhi-the art of henna (the temporary 'tattoos' the Hindu's use)

Thobe-literally 'dress', in the context here I like to think of 'robe'

Jalil-male arabic name meaning 'majestic'

Dumbek-drum

Kawala-a reed flute

Rigg-tambourine

Sagat-finger cymbals

Saz-gourd shaped instrument resembling a lute

Zurna-part of the oboe family

Kundalini-the energy that lays at the base of the spine. When it is opened it is seen as a snake that goes up the spine lining all of the Chakras.

Poi-a ball placed upon a long slender chain that is then set afire. Used in sets.

Aleser-male arabic name for 'lion'

Chapter 3

Thranduil had told Glorfindel to pick any of the harem slaves to attend to his needs, but he graciously turned him down. All he could see in his minds eye was black silky hair, undulating hips, piercing amber eyes. All he could feel was heat for this exotic being. Want filled his groin with an aching need and he excused himself from Thranduils side, making his way alone to his chambers.

As soon as the door was closed behind him, he quickly undid his leggings and took himself in hand. His head fell back against the door he was still leaning against, his eyes closed as he brought up the image of the dark dancer. He brought himself quickly to release, Erestor's name upon his lips, as he slumped to the floor.

When he had caught his breath, he felt a wave of disgust roll through him. He made his way quickly to his private bathing chambers and after divesting himself of his clothing, drew up a bath. He bathed quickly and then when dried and clothed in a night robe, poured himself a glass of strong spirits and drank it down quickly. He heard something from the chamber next to his and with a snort of disgust, left his own chambers. He did not wish to listen to the sounds of passion coming from Elrond's rooms.

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"How do you wish me My Lord?" Erestor whispered into Elrond's ear before nipping the tip and laving it with his hot tongue.

The Imladrin Lord arched against him, his hips pushing up against Erestor who lay atop him, undulating his hips so their hardened heat rubbed hotly together. He licked the Lords neck and then nipped, causing Elrond to cry out and arch.

"In me Erestor. Now!"

Erestor slowly prepared his lover, teasing him to distraction and then slowly entered him, his eyes closing as he saw gold and blue.

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Erestor awoke the next morning, stretching like a great cat and rolled over to look at Elrond. He watched as the Lord's eyes came to awareness, a small smile forming on his face. Erestor kissed him deeply, moving down to take hardened heat into his mouth. Elrond cried out as he was quickly brought to release, and then held in the harem dancer's arms until his trembling ceased. Erestor then made his excuses of having duties to attend to. He got up, went to Elrond's bathing chamber and washed himself. Then quickly got dressed. After giving Elrond another breath stealing kiss, he left.

"Aleser!"

The slave stood quickly, and faced Erestor whose eyes were glowing amber coals. Fury written all over the face of the head harem dancer.

"Yes Erestor?" He reeled and fell to the floor when his face was slapped, his hand coming up to cup the burning cheek.

"Erestor?" Aleser looked confused and yelped when he was jerked to his feet and led to a side chamber. His breath started to come in panting gasps as he found himself lashed to the whipping post. The post very rarely used. He heard Erestor call to all the other slaves to come and attend them.

"When a visitor to this realm shows an interest in you, and you start to attend him. You do NOT leave him for another. Especially when this visitor is a Lord! Aleser, you have shamed this harem, you have shamed me, and most of all you have shamed our Lord. We are pampered and coddled here. Given privileges that others would not have in our place. You have brought embarrassment upon our home."

He turned and looked upon all the other slaves, whose eyes were wide with fear and shock. "You are to witness his punishment so that none of you ever make the same mistake."

Erestor walked over to the wall where a long bullwhip was hanging. He took it down from the wall and uncoiled it. Taking a stance of about ten feet behind the bound elf, he quickly started laying the lashes. The screams of the elf filling the air. When he had lain ten lashes upon Aleser, he dropped the whip and turned from the sight of the bloodied back. He motioned to two of the slaves who quickly untied the wounded elf and took him to their healing chamber. Erestor did not see the look of hate directed his way by Aleser.

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As he slipped of his clothes and into the baths, he felt a twinge of guilt coil in his stomach, but he quickly pushed it away. He was the head harem dancer and the conduct of the slaves was his responsibility. He did not wish to mete out punishment and had not had to deal one so harshly in a millenia.

He continued his absolutions and then got out of the bath to dry himself. He slowly brushed his hair dry and left it unbound. He went to his armoire and pulled out the clothing he wished to wear when he went to go see Glorfindel.

He lay out his clothing and then went to his mirror and sat. After applying kohl to his eyes, he then reached into a drawer and pulled out a small wooden box. He smiled when he looked at the contents. His Lord had wished for him to do this for awhile now, but he had balked. Now though he only wished to add to his charms. He pulled out a small hoop and looked at it.

He dipped it into some antiseptic wash and then pinched his nipple making it harden up. He held his breath and then hissed as the tip of the hoop broke through skin. He quickly locked the two ends together and looked at the result. He smirked as he picked up the second and repeated the procedure. Fascinated he lifted both hands up, staring at himself in the mirror and brushed lightly against them. Aye, they were sore, but they also sent an electric jolt through his body. Why had he not done this sooner?

He stood and started to dress, the gold harem pants that he donned cut very low on the hips and when tied on the sides, not only left his legs exposed, but his hips as well. He quickly tied the ties at his ankles and donned golden ankle bells. Around his belly a very thin gold chain was hung, enhancing the slim but taught belly.

A thin gold band was placed upon his neck, a single star shaped emerald hanging from it. A circlet that matched perfectly placed upon his brow. On his upper arms were plain gold slave bracelets. To top this all off he donned a sleeveless robe in a rich emerald green trimmed in amber to match his eyes. The robe was designed to hang open. He called Salwa to him and left the harem's chambers.

Glorfindel had not yet left his rooms for the day and just as he was about open his door he heard a curt knock. Opening the door he saw two guards standing there and frowned.

"Is there a problem?"

The guards bowed and one spoke, "No my Lord, we escort Erestor the harem dancer to your rooms. He wishes to attend upon you." Glorfindel simply nodded and stepped back.

The guards stepped aside as Erestor and Salwa walked through the door. Glorfindel stepped back further at the sight of the big cat as Erestor closed the door and threw the bolt. Glorfindel watched as Salwa made her way to a corner and lay down with a contented sigh. His gaze turned back to Erestor.

His eyes lusted over as his eyes raked over the body of the one before him. He took another step back as Erestor took a step forward speaking in a seductive voice, his amber eyes holding blue ones rapt.

"I came to apologize Lord Glorfindel for last night." He was close enough to the golden haired beauty now to reach up and lightly caress his face. With a ragged sigh Glorfindel's eyes fluttered shut. The scent from the elf before him was intoxicating and he felt himself harden. His eyes flew open as he gasped when Erestor rubbed up against him.

"You come to me on the heels of sleeping with Lord Elrond?" Glorfindel asked huskily.

"I did what was my duty last night My Lord." Erestor answered in a sultry voice.

"And you are doing your duty now also, would that have been duty last night?" Glorfindel's voice hardening slightly.

"Aye it is duty My Lord, but it is also my greatest desire." Was whispered against his lips before a tongue came out and swiped across them.

His lips opened of their own volition and he felt a tongue delve in tentatively, tasting and testing him. He grabbed shoulders and crushed the lean body to his and took control. He delved deep into the moist cavern of Erestor's mouth, and took what the elf was offering. A moan escaped Erestor's lips as his head was forced back by the taller elf.

Suddenly Glorfindel pushed him away, almost causing him to fall. He looked with confusion at Lord Glorfindel. "My Lord? Is there something wrong?"

Glorfindel angrily strode to his door and flung it open. He looked at Erestor with stormy eyes and snarled, "I have no desire to sleep with a whore."

Erestor reeled at the cruel words, staring at shock at the golden Lord. He drew in a ragged breath and called Salwa to him. The panther rubbed against his side, sensing his distress and followed him out into the hallway. Erestor flinched visibly as he heard the door slam. His eyes welled with tears that he angrily swiped away as he made his way back to the harem.

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Glorfindel took himself in hand a second time in the last twelve hours and cried out Erestor's name.

TBC

Translations:

Salwa: female arabic name for 'solace'

Aleser: male arabic for 'lion'

Chapter 4

Just as Erestor reached the outer chambers of the harem, he ran into a solid chest. Looking up with tear filled eyes into the suddenly concerned ones of his Lord.

"Altair Aswad? What ails you my beauty?"

Erestor shook his head. "Nothing Malik."

He tried to step around the King, but the King blocked his way. He found an arm grasped as he was spun around and taken to his Lord's chambers. A low growl of distress escaped Salwa's throat as she made her way to her pillow.

"Do not tell me nothing is wrong. You are clearly distressed. I *WILL* have you tell me Erestor."

Erestor took the cloth that was handed to him and wiped at his eyes that now ran with smudged kohl. The look that he bestowed on the King almost broke his heart. The pain and the anguish spoke volumes of hurt.

"He called me a whore Malik."

Thranduil's emerald green eyes darkened to nearly black. "Who dared to call my most treasured dancer a whore?" Erestor took a step back, his eyes widening.

"It is not important Malik. I knew that someone as great as him would not wish to love one such as me."

Thranduil stepped forward and grabbed Erestor's chin, forcing him to meet his emerald eyes.

"You love this one that has hurt you?"

Erestor lowered his eyes and whispered, "Aye Malik."

"Who is it Erestor?"

"Please Malik, do not worry yourself over me. I am in your services and would have no chance anyway."

"WHO IS IT ERESTOR?" The King raged.

Erestor quailed before the fury of his Lord and whispered, "Glorfindel, Malik."

The harem dancer was left standing alone, flinching when Thranduil slammed the door behind himself as he left his chambers. Erestor made his way over to Salwa and lay down with her, burying his face into her fur. "What have I done Salwa? Surely now there will be another Kinslaying."

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"Glorfindel! Glorfindel, where are you, you piece of warg shit!"

Glorfindel and Elrond looked up startled as Thranduil stormed into the dining hall, looking furious. Glorfindel stood, a look of confusion on his face.

"My Lord?"

Glorfindel found himself on the floor, blood spurting from a broken nose. Elrond cried out, "Thranduil, what is the meaning of this?"

Thranduil pointed accusingly at Glorfindel who was still sitting on the floor. "This, this ELF has done my head harem dancer a great insult. He has done my household a great insult. He called him whore!"

Elrond raised an eyebrow to Glorfindel who was finally starting to stand, eyes starting to swell shut. "Is this true Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel squinted at Elrond and said, "Yes, ib twoo Ewond. Is dat nod wha he ib?"

Elrond stepped in front of Thranduil before he had a chance to kill his Senschanal. Thranduil growled, "Do you know how badly you have hurt him Glorfindel? He has declared his love for you."

Glorfindel laughed. "Hib lub? What dud a haweb slabe know ub lub?"

Thranduil lunged, and was stopped by Elrond once again. "He is NO slave. He stays out of love and a sense of duty to me! To his realm!" Thranduil looked at Elrond, "The courtesy of my house and my dancer has been called into question by your Seneschal and I will not stand for it. Hospitality works both ways, my dear Lord Elrond, as any Elf in Glorfindel's position would know if he had the sense the Valar have gifted to a gnat. If you choose to remove him from my sight upon the morrow, I will extend him the final consideration of having my "whores" pack his effects tonight."

Elrond sighed and started to examine Glorfindel's nose. "When will you ever learn to just keep your mouth shut Glorfindel? When will you learn diplomacy?"

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Erestor sighed as he made ready. Thranduil had insisted that he be present as the Imladris party left. His heart was breaking at the thought of possibly never seeing Glorfindel again, breaking because he still felt this love after such a grave insult.

He stood next to his Lord as the Imladris guards mounted up. Elrond and Glorfindel coming from the palace last. Glorfindel's nose was bandaged and Erestor's eyes opened wide to see it. He turned wide eyes to his Lord who looked back and winked at him.

Elrond approached and said his goodbye's to them both, making apologies to Erestor for Glorfindel's actions. Erestor nodded and accepted them gracefully. Next came Glorfindel, he apologized to Thranduil and then turned to Erestor.

Bowing he said, "I am sorry to have brought insult to you Erestor and hope you can forgive me." Then he suddenly yelped. As he reached for Erestor's hand, Salwa lunged at him with a vicious snarl, Erestor grabbing onto her collar as Glorfindel fell backwards. He got up immediately and mounted his horse, his face red with embarrassment as the guards snickered.

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Fingers twined in gold hair as a hot mouth enveloped his hardened shaft. Erestor cried out softly as he arched. He whimpered as he felt a slick finger teasing at his entrance and spread his legs wider. He felt the finger breach him and thrust his hips, trying to take more within himself.

"Please."

A soft chuckle greeted his ears, the vibration reverberating from his shaft to throughout his body. He felt like he was about to come undone. He protested incoherently when he felt the finger leave his body, but cried out once more when it returned, accompanied by another. Light exploded behind his eyes as that special place deep within was rubbed.

He soon felt himself breached by hardened heat, a hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping in time to the thrusts. Erestor felt his abdomen tightening with impending release and cried out as white cream splashed across his stomach. He felt as seed filled him and then he was held in strong arms. He buried his hair into golden hair and sighed softly.

"Glorfindel."

Thranduil smiled sadly at the elf who was now in reverie. "Aye, my little Altair Aswad, you do truly love him." He pulled Erestor closer to him and thought long into the night on how to help Erestor with his heart break.

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Thranduil despaired. Erestor continued with his duties, but his heart was no longer in them. If he had no duties to attend to, he stayed confined within the harem, drawing the heavy drapes on his bed and locking himself away. Then the answer came to him.

He wrote a letter and waited anxiously for a reply. When it came it took all his willpower not to shout for joy. He immediately ran to the harem and before stepping through the veil to the inner sanctum, he composed himself.

"Erestor, attend upon me."

When curtains were drawn back Thranduil's heart broke from his head harem dancer and friend anew. He looked awful.

"Yes Malik?"

Erestor stood and bowed to his Lord, wondering what brought him to the inner sanctum like this.

"Lord Elrond has requested that you come to perform for the twins begetting day. You will leave for Imladris in a week's time. You will pick five slaves to attend you there, and you will be escorted by twenty of the Royal Palace Guard."

Before Erestor could protest, Thranduil turned on his heel and left. A smile on his face.

TBC

Translations:

Malik-'master/king'

Altair-male for 'bird'

Aswad-male for 'black' (so I combined the two for bird black...or in this case...black bird)

Salwa-female for 'solace'

Chapter 5

Erestor climbed onto the back of his horse, and watched as the other dancers did also. They were all dressed in comfortable but brightly colored clothing, except for the Royal Palace Guard. They were dressed in the greens and browns of the House of Thranduil. He shot one last sad look at King Thranduil who smiled encouragingly at him before turning his horse and finding himself surrounded by the guard who were there to protect him. Salwa trotted at his side, ears pricked forward on alert now that they were leaving the palace courtyard. One last look over his shoulder showed Thranduil waving with a big smile on his face.

Sighing Erestor turned his head to the path that lay before them. Knowing the trip would take a week's time. He wasn't worried about the trip itself, but what he would find when he got there. He was honored that Lord Elrond had chosen him, but his stomach was tied into knots from having to face Glorfindel again. He had been about to give his heart to the legendary Balrog Slayer, but the blonde calling him a whore had put a stop to that. His heart had been heavy ever since.

Then his Lord had to defend his honor and break Glorfindel's nose. Erestor had a feeling he would not be welcomed any time soon by him. Sighing once again he tried to push these thoughts from his mind. He looked around to check on his wards, the slaves of the harem accompanying him, and saw they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. He turned back to looking at the road once more, once again missing the glittering black eyes of hatred trained upon him by Aleser.

Each night they stopped to rest, Salwa would leave for a few hours and then return to his side. Sometimes with gifts that he thanked her for, before disposing of them. Other times she came back and just snuggled with him, sensing his distress.

Finally the day arrived that they were to arrive in Imladris. The group stopped for a few short hours so that the harem slaves and Erestor could make ready. They would enter Imladris in full regalia. They had found a small pond and all went to bathe and cleanse themselves. Rubbing oils onto their skin that filled the air with their fragrances.

Erestor donned dark blue satin harem pants, and a matching blue vest. Both pieces trimmed in silver brocade. He traded his gold nipple rings for mithril ones, and placed silver armbands upon his biceps. He had already been painted with the mendhi, patterns done from tips of fingers, up his arms, and on the outside of his legs so that it was framed by the slits in his pants.

After he sun dried his hair, he added more oil to his palms and rubbed them together, running his fingers through his hair. The smell of patchouli wafted through the air and filled his nostrils. He then placed a silver circlet upon his brow with a sapphire teardrop. After donning sandals to ride with, he placed a silver collar with a sapphire around Salwa's neck.

Once he saw that all were ready, he ordered them to mount and they made their way into the valley, his eyes growing big with the enchanted valley. Waterfalls were abundant and their mists were graced with rainbows. He looked down further and saw the first sign of the Last Homely House. His stomach knotted further in fear. He started to feel a bit dizzy. He shook the dizziness off and squared his shoulders.

They finally drew up into the courtyard and found the household awaiting to greet them. As they dismounted, stable hands came to draw their horses away, their belongings removed first and carried in by servants to their prospective rooms.

He approached Lord Elrond, trying to ignore the blonde beauty next to him and bowed. "My Lord Elrond, King Thranduil has sent me as per requested to perform for your sons begetting day celebration. I am honored to be of service to you."

Elrond nodded his head in greeting, "I thank you for coming Erestor as I could think of no other who would be better for this." Erestor blushed and bowed once again, murmuring his thanks. As he lifted his head once more, he eyes widened as he met blue. Glorfindel stepped forward and bowed slightly to him.

"I wish to apologize Erestor for my thoughtless words when I saw you last. Can you please forgive me?"

As he stepped forward to offer a hand to Erestor, he suddenly drew back his eyes wide with fear. Salwa had placed herself in front of Erestor and hissed at Glorfindel, ending it in a growl, her ears laid back. She only calmed when Erestor placed a hand upon her head. One of the slaves came forward and led her away. He tried to studiously ignore the snickers coming from the others around them, and watched in horror as Glorfindel's eyes turned angry as his face turned red.

"My Lord Glorfindel, please forgive Salwa. She senses my nervousness and only wishes to protect me." Erestor's amber eyes met with Glorfindel's blue.

"Just keep her out of my way dancer." Glorfindel muttered under his breath. Erestor watched as he turned and made his way into the Last Homely House. He turned distressed eyes to Elrond, who came and put his arm around him, leading him inside.

"Do not stress over this Erestor. He is a proud warrior who has found himself humbled by a cat. He will get over it, you will see."

Erestor murmured, "Yes, My Lord."

He was led to opulent rooms that contained several beds. This is where he and the harem slaves that had accompanied him would be staying. His bed was partitioned off from the rest, giving him privacy as the head dancer. He went and lay himself across his bed, and sighed, pushing away the mild dizziness that assailed his senses once again. Soon Salwa joined him and he gently chided her for her actions.

"How is he to accept me Salwa, if you keep scaring him?" The panther did not answer, but simply rolled onto her back asking for a belly rub. Erestor smiled softly at her, and granted her request.

TBC

Translations:

Salwa-female for 'solace'

Aleser-male for 'lion'

Mendhi-henna

Chapter 6

Erestor approached the small glade in which the begetting day celebration for the twins would be held. He could already hear the music moving through him, enhanced by the herbs he had smoked after making himself ready for his performance. Bells tinkled from the anklets around his ankles as he strode slowly but seductively into the light of the fire.

Eyes turned to him, the gasps of the Imladris elves filling the glade. He quickly sought out the eyes of the Peredhil twins and he graced them with a seductive smile before bowing first to their father and then to them. He bowed also to Glorfindel and made eye contact with him for a brief moment, his breath catching at the look in those cerulean blue eyes.

He knew the fire showed off the harem pants he was wearing, making the metallic look of the russet shine even further. He wore no other clothing than this, only jewelry.

Gold vambracer style cuffs were upon his wrists, a single gold band upon his upper right arm. Around his neck was a gold braided choker, and upon his brow a simple gold band that matched the one at his throat, no jewels upon them. The weight of the chain that hung between the two gold hoop piercings sending delicious shivers throughout his body. The bells on his ankles tinkling lightly as he moved.

He flirted with the two whose celebration this was as he danced. Kohl- lined amber eyes rarely leaving theirs. The large diaphanous veil that another had handed him fluttered around his body, caressing it as he manipulated it sensually with his hands. Slow hip undulations moved to quick ones as the tempo of the music changed, and the veil was exchanged for the Sagats. His fingers making the small finger cymbals ring out clearly in time with the dumbeks.

On occasion he would look over to the golden haired warrior, amber meeting lust filled blue, the heavily hooded eyes watching him with glittering intent. He was feeling flushed, his mouth dry and he attributed it to the answering lust he was feeling for Glorfindel. He couldn't help but lick his lips and watch as Glorfindel's parted softly as he did so. He felt heat wash through his body.

When his performance ended, he went to speak with the twins, to wish them congratulations on their begetting day, flirting with them just a bit. He then looked at Glorfindel who still watched him closely. He took a step towards him, hope in his eyes and then he watched as Glorfindel's face turned into a harsh mask as he stood and walked away. He looked down to the ground, his hair shrouding his face so that he could hide the hurt and disappointment he felt.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked up into Elrond's understanding grey eyes. He shook his head at the Elven Lord and squared his shoulders. Anger filled him at the way he was being treated by the golden one, and after Erestor looked one last time to where Glorfindel had disappeared, he approached the twins and whispered to them. He watched with a soft smile as they nodded, blushing. He watched them walk away, hand in hand. Grabbing a glass of wine, he drank it in one swallow and followed.

The door opened to his knock and he looked into two sets of grey eyes. He and Salwa entered the chambers and he made a motion. The big cat went and lay down on a fur that was set before a burning hearth. He heard a moan escape his own lips as the twins, one in front and one in back, lay passionate hands upon his body.

Hands caressed his hips and he felt fingers tug at the ties of the harem pants. They came undone and pooled at his feet, and as he wrapped his fingers in ebony hair as dark as his own, a tongue laved at one of his nipples. As the mouth moved down further he looked down to watch as lips took his shaft in fully, his head fell back as he groaned. He felt fingers undo the ties at his ankles and he was free of his pants.

The twin kneeling before him pulled away, to Erestor's disappointment, and stood. Lips claimed his in a brutal kiss that he returned with fervor. Suddenly he was spun around and another set of lips claimed him. When he was breathless, the twin that now stood in front of him grasped his hand lightly and both led him to the large bed that dominated the room.

He was pushed onto his back and then his senses were overwhelmed as he felt four hands and two mouths roaming all over his body. Licking, nipping and sucking upon him, driving him close to the edge but not allowing him to fall over. Soon he was whimpering and pleading, begging for his release. They would not allow it to happen.

He was rolled onto his stomach and pulled up onto his knees. One of the twins presented himself to Erestor as they other handed him an open phial of oil. He took it and poured some onto his hand, coating his fingers and then handed it back. As a finger breached the twin in front of him, he gasped feeling himself breached by a finger from the one behind. As he continued to prepare the one before him, adding another finger and finally a third, his moves were matched within his own body.

A loud moan escaped his lips when he felt a hand wrap around him and coat his hardness, slicking him up. Soon he was slowly sliding into the velvet heat of the one before him, who pushed back with a soft cry. When he was fully sheathed inside, he trembled to feel hardness breaching him, finding himself caught between the two dark haired beauties.

"Move Erestor." was whispered in his ear.

He thrust forward and the one before him cried out in ecstasy. As he withdrew, he felt the one behind him impaling him deeply. He felt overwhelmed as he took and was taken. He could feel himself building quickly and started to move faster, his gasp of ecstasy matched by the other two.

The one before him pleaded and Erestor granted his urgent request and reached around him, grasping the turgid heat in his hand and pumped. As hot cream spilled over his fingers, Erestor felt the muscles around him clench, milking him. He cried out his orgasm and felt hot seed spill deep within him.

The one behind gently pulled out, and then he pulled from the one in front of him. They pulled him down so that he was snuggled between them.

"Stay." was whispered in his ear. Erestor nodded and the three fell into reverie.

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They were all awakened by a knock on the door. One of the twins called the person to enter and Erestor's heart sank. He watched as blue eyes narrowed. Glorfindel snapped out at the twins, "You are due for patrol in an hour. I expect you to be there." His eyes darted over to the corner when he heard a low growl and hiss. Salwa's ears were laid back. He growled in return, his anger high and his eyes widened when the cat stood up. He threw an angry look towards Erestor and quickly left the room.

Two sets of grey eyes met each other over his head when the twins heard a small sob escape Erestor's lips. Erestor's head was bowed, his hair covering his face. A silent conversation passed between them and while one stood to prepare their bath, the other stayed comforting Erestor. After the three had bathed, Erestor went to the room that housed all the slaves, while the twins left on day patrol with Glorfindel.

TBC

Translations:

Sagats-finger cymbals (also called zills)

Dumbek-drum of ceramic with the head made of either sheep skin or fish skin

Chapter 7

Erestor and Salwa entered the room that housed him and the slaves, making his way to a carafe of water and drinking deeply. His skin felt dry and flushed and he grabbed his favorite phial of patchouli oil and rubbed it into his body, trying to soothe himself with the feeling of it. The scent wrapped him in it's cocoon. With his mouth still feeling dry, he poured another glass of water and drank that deeply also, sitting down upon his bed as a wave of dizziness assailed him again.

He cried out suddenly as his stomach cramped up and he suddenly felt sick. He barely made it to a porcelain bowl and emptied the water he just drank into it. He started to shiver as a breeze from the open window caressed his now sweating skin. What was wrong with him? His stomach seized up once more and he dry heaved, falling in exhaustion when he was finished.

He did not see the Elf standing out on the balcony watching him with glittering hate filled eyes.

Erestor weakly made his way to the carafe once more and drank straight from it before he allowed himself to collapse on his bed, curling in on himself and tremors of pain wracked his body. He did not see glittering eyes of hatred trained at him, before they disappeared out the door.

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Glorfindel made his way to Elrond's study to give his report of the day's patrol. Accepting a glass of wine and settling himself down. He and Elrond spoke of the day's events, which luckily were few with the patrol being quiet. Soon he left to make his way to his chambers, passing by the chambers the slaves and Erestor were housed in.

He grimaced as he heard a whimper coming from those chambers, shaking his head as he pictured Erestor within, bedding one of the slaves. His hands clenched into fists and he gritted his teeth. Why did it anger him so to think of Erestor's in another's arms? Why was this rage consuming him? He heard another whimper and angrily stalked off to his rooms to make ready for dinner.

Elrond frowned. They were about to start dinner and yet Erestor had not arrived yet. Being a representative of the Greenwood and knowing that Erestor had agreed to a small performance in the Hall of fire, he should have arrived by now. As he motioned for the servants to start serving dinner, he leaned in to speak softly to Glorfindel.

"Go to the chambers and see what is keeping Erestor, Glorfindel. For some reason I feel there may be something wrong."

Glorfindel gritted his teeth, but nodded his head. He made his way to the chambers that Erestor was housed in and knocked. He heard a moan, but no one answered. Once again he grew angry, thinking that Erestor was 'entertaining' and had forgotten about his commitments. He pounded harder, and when he still received no answer he turned the knob and entered, preparing himself for what he might see.

It was not what he expected.

Erestor was laying upon his bed, sheened in sweat and moaning. Glorfindel realized the Elf was unconscious and started to make his way over to him. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a warning growl. His eyes moved away from the unconscious form of Erestor and locked eyes with the great cat.

He held out his hands in a placating manner to her and whispered, "I must help him. You must let me help him." He sighed with relief when the panther meowed, rubbed her face against Erestor's and then moved away from the bed. He kneeled down and touched the Elf's forehead. He was warm to the touch but not alarmingly so.

"Guard!" He shouted over his shoulder. As he scooped Erestor up into his arms he ordered the guard to fetch Elrond immediately and tell him to meet him in the healing house. He made his own way there as quickly as possible without jostling his ward as too much movement seemed to pain the unconscious Elf.

When he arrived, he found Elrond waiting. Elrond ordered Glorfindel to remove Salwa from the rooms. When Glorfindel tried, he almost lost his limb. He decided to let her stay and Elrond did not argue. Elrond immediately went to work.

He opened Erestor's closed eyes one at a time and noticed the dilation of the pupils. He pulled away suddenly and then lay across Erestor when the Elf started to convulse.

"Glorfindel! Help me hold him down!" He ordered.

Glorfindel did as he was ordered, holding Erestor down by his shoulders giving Elrond the chance to continue working on him.

"Elrond, the oil upon his body makes it hard to do so. Maybe we should clean it off?" Glorfindel suggested. Elrond nodded and quickly filled a bowl with warm water and started to sponge him off. Suddenly Elrond frowned and lifted the bowl and sniffed it. Frowning further he dipped a finger in and then shook it off. He brought the finger to his tongue and touched it to the tip.

"He has been poisoned. Belladonna." He added cleansing oils to the water and started to scrub Erestor's skin. "It must have been added to his body oils and seeped into his skin."

"But who would wish him dead Elrond?"

Elrond shook his head. "I do not know Glorfindel, but it was someone who had access to his personal oils. When we are done here, I charge you with starting an investigation."

Glorfindel nodded.

Suddenly Erestor cried out again and tried to curl up.

"Why can he not see my love Malik?" Erestor groaned in pain again and then whispered. "Glorfindel."

Glorfindel frowned at his words and looked up at Elrond.

"He grows delirious Glorfindel."

Glorfindel looked back down at the raven haired Elf, frowning. 'When he cries out in delirium, he cries my name?' He asked himself. He continued frowning as he listened to Erestor's words.

"I love him Malik".... "Ai Malik, it hurts!"... "Aye Malik, I drown in his eyes"... "GLORFINDEL!!!"

Glorfindel felt his heart twist within his chest and swiped at the tears that welled up within his eyes.

TBC

Translations:

Salway-female for 'solace'

Malik-'master/king'

a/n: you wanted, I delivered...it is unbeta'd and written while under the influence of pain meds. Hope its ok LOL.

Chapter 8

Glorfindel stayed by Erestor's side for as long as possible, but he knew he had to leave soon. He had a duty to fulfill and that was to find Erestor's poisoner. He tucked a stray lock of lanky hair behind Erestor's ear and stood.

As he started making his way to the door of the healing house, he realized he was being followed. He tried to get Salwa to go back to Erestor, but she would not listen to him. Shrugging he allowed her to follow, confused by her actions.

He made his way down corridors until he reached the rooms the dancing slaves were housed in. The slaves jumped when the door banged against the wall.

"Until the one who tried to poison Erestor is found, you are all confined to this room. You are all suspect and will be questioned. Do I make myself clear?"

Large eyes were trained on him as the slaves nodded. Glorfindel frowned.

"One is missing. Where is he?"

The missing Elf stepped forward off of the balcony and said, "I am here My Lord." Glorfindel's eyes narrowed as he watched Aleser bandage his hand.

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing My Lord."

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow when Salwa growled and started stalking towards the young Elf. Another growl from Salwa and Aleser found himself laying upon the ground, trying to fend off an upset panther. She started nosing at his bandaged hand, continuing to growl deep in the back of her throat.

Glorfindel strode forward and bending down grasped the bandaged hand in his own. He kept a tight hold on it as Aleser tried to pull it away and undid the bandages. He examined the wound and noticed small pieces of glass still in it. His eyes narrowed.

"Come I will take you to Lord Elrond, he needs to look at this."

Aleser managed to finally pull his hand away. "There is no need My Lord, I can tend to it myself." Glorfindel raised an eyebrow and the Elf stood, being watched closely by a still growling black panther.

When they entered the healing house, Glorfindel did not see the look of venom that Aleser shot at the still unconscious Erestor, but Elrond did. When Glorfindel whispered something in his ear he nodded grimly.

Elrond motioned for Aleser to sit on a bed and the Elf did as bade. He tried to pull his hand back from Elrond's grasp but felt that grasp tighten.

"What happened here Aleser?"

"I just broke a glass My Lord. Nothing serious." Aleser kept his eyes lowered. He didn't notice the glance that passed between the two Lords. He hissed when Elrond started picking out the glass from the wound before starting to cleanse it in water.

When Elrond had finished cleansing the wound, he bound it and as he carried the bowl of water away he lifted it to his nose and sniffed. He looked at Glorfindel and nodded. Glorfindel stepped forward and grabbed Aleser by his upper arm.

"Aleser, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Erestor."

Aleser tried to pull away, his eyes going wide. "What? What makes you think it was me?"

Elrond strode over, his face full of fury. "I am a healer Aleser, you do not think I would not know the uses of belladonna? The properties? The smells? The glass you broke contained belladonna in it. Lucky for you, not enough entered into your system to cause harm. For if it did, I would just allow you to lie there and suffer!" Elrond looked at Glorfindel and hissed, "Take him away!"

Glorfindel bowed and when Aleser started to struggle, Salwa growled. Aleser stilled his actions and with head hanging allowed himself to be escorted out.

After Glorfindel had locked the Elf up in the north tower under guard and made his way back to the healing rooms. There he sat, Salwa as his only company as he bathed Erestor's brow. Suddenly he was looking into amber eyes as Erestor looked blearily up at him, confusion on his face.

"Glorfindel?"

"Shhh, aye it is me Erestor."

"What happened? Why am I here?"

"First you must rest Erestor. Then all will be revealed. Are you hungry?"

Erestor nodded and Glorfindel gave orders to one of the passing Elves. When the food arrived, he helped Erestor to sit up. When Erestor tried to feed himself, he found that he was still to weak. Feeling embarassed, he allowed Glorfindel to help.

After he had eaten some soup, Glorfindel started feeding him some fruit. Erestor wouldn't meet his gaze as Glorfindel continued to feed him. He delicately took the proffered pieces of fruit between his teeth and chewed, wondering why Glorfindel was doing this instead of having one of the servants doing so.

When he once again opened his mouth to take a strawberry, his teeth accidently grazed Glorfindel's fingers. He looked up expecting to find anger on the golden Elf's face, but his breath caught when he realized that the Glorfindel's eyes were darkened with lust.

Erestor turned his face away, blushing as he did so. His stomach was suddenly tied into knots and when another piece of fruit was offered to him he shook his head. He just wished Glorfindel would go away. He knew how Glorfindel felt about him and he waited to hear more damning words from his mouth.

"Do you not wish to eat more?" Was asked softly. Erestor shook his head again.

He met blue eyes warily when a finger gently hooked under his chin and turned his face towards the object of his desire. He flinched when Glorfindel lifted his hand and then blushed once more when Glorfindel gently brushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. He started trembling when he felt a finger brush lightly against his ear tip, heat washing through his body. His lips parted and his eyes widened when a thumb gently traced his lips.

Amber and blue clashed silently as the two Elves stared deep into one another's eyes. Erestor's breath caught and held as he watched Glorfindel's face move closer to his. He closed his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest and then he felt soft lips upon his forehead. His eyes flew open confused to be met by a softly smiling face.

"You need to rest Erestor."

Erestor felt disappointment well up inside him, but he silently nodded his head and scooted down. He blushed once more as Glorfindel tucked the blankets around him, blue eyes never leaving his. He reached up and touched one of Glorfindel's braids. Glorfindel allowed him to undo it when he realized Erestor's intent. He smiled down at Erestor and once more kissed his forehead.

Erestor curled up on his side, a soft smile gracing his lips as he clung tightly to the golden ribbon he had removed from Glorfindel's hair.

TBC

Translations:

Salwa-female name in arabic for 'solace'

Aleser-male name in arabic for 'lion'

Chapter 9

Once Erestor had recovered, he insisted on seeing Aleser. Glorfindel would only allow it as long as he was there as Erestor's protector. Erestor still felt a bit weak from his ordeal, but he squared his shoulders before entering the room where Aleser was being kept. His amber eyes glittered as he looked upon him. Green eyes glittered back.

"Malik will deal with you and I am sure you will find your favor much diminished in his eyes. Why did you do this Aleser?"

The Elf before him sneered. "Because I want Thranduil as mine. If you were out of the way I know that he would start to call on me to tend him. Not his precious Erestor." The Elf turned away and looked out the small window that was the only source of natural words within the room. "You whipped me Erestor."

"You broke one of the rules Aleser. You say you want Thranduil as your own and yet you shame him with your actions. We shall see what happens when he arrives."

Erestor turned and walked from the room, Glorfindel following close behind.

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Thranduil arrived with a large contingent of his guards to Imladris after receiving a missive on the attempted murder of Erestor. They rode into the courtyard and were greeted formally by Lord Elrond and his household and then he found himself with an armful of dark haired elf.

"Aye, Malik. I have missed you so."

Thranduil smiled down into shining amber eyes and kissed Erestor's head. "And I you young one. Come show me to my rooms and tell me of all that has happened."

Erestor turned and asked Glorfindel if he wished to come. Blue eyes glittered and a mask fell into place. "No I'm sure your *Lord* will wish for you to attend upon him in private Erestor." Erestor's eyes widened and then filled with hurt, lowering his head he turned away.

As Glorfindel started to turn from them he suddenly had a hand around his throat and was thrown against a wall. Green eyes glittered in anger as they looked deep into his.

"Why do you do this Glorfindel? If I ask him to escort me to my rooms, that does NOT mean I wish for him to attend upon me in that manner. Look at him Glorfindel."

Glorfindel kept his eyes upon Thranduil, rage seething through his body.

"I said LOOK!"

Thranduil forced his head to turn so he was looking upon Erestor. Erestor's whose head was bent. Erestor finally lifted his head and Glorfindel watched a single tear track down his face.

"Why do you hurt him like this Glorfindel? Can you not see he loves you?"

Glorfindel lowered his eyes and when Thranduil released him, brought his hand up to soothe his throat. He watched as Thranduil gathered the Elf into his arms and lead him away. He slammed his fist into the wall and made his way to the stables, saddling Asfaloth and riding out at a full gallop, rage at Thranduil, Erestor, but mostly at himself spurring him on.

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After Thranduil spent time holding Erestor and comforting him, he finally brought up the subject as to why he was there. They spoke in length about Aleser and what was to be done about him. When their talk was completed Thranduil escorted Erestor to the slaves rooms and met with them before making his way to Elrond's study to discuss the punishment he had chosen for Aleser.

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Aleser stood within a deep arena. Facing the high platform where Thranduil, Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel sat, he raised his chin defiantly. Underneath this platform were two doors. Thranduil spoke out.

"Aleser, you have been accused and found guilty of the attempted murder of Erestor. The two doors you see before you will determine your fate. One leads to complete freedom and riches. For if that door is chosen you will be welcomed into any of the Elven realms you so choose to live within and gold to keep you for your first one hundred years of freedom. But, if you should choose the other door, it will lead to certain death. How do you choose?"

Aleser looked upon both doors and then looked up once more. He looked all of them in the eyes, saving Erestor for last. He watched as Erestor's right hand moved, giving him a hint as to which door to choose. Ah, so that is the door that would lead to certain death he thought to himself and moved to the one opposite of what Erestor indicated.

His screams as he died beneath the warg, gurgled down to silence. He had made his choice, surprising no one, Thranduil least of all, and died as dishonorably as he had lived.

Erestor who had secretly chosen to forgive him, hung his head and cried.

Translations:

Malik-'master/king'

Aleser-'lion'

Chapter 10

Glorfindel sat alone in the sun lit gardens staring at nothing. Tonight was the feast for the Elves of the Mirkwood for they would be leaving in two days and he knew not what to do. With a frustrated sigh he stood and started pacing back and forth. Erestor is just a harem dancer, a catamite of the royal court! Why then did he affect Glorfindel in such a way? He punched a nearby innocent tree, softly apologizing at it's silent protest of such treatment.

"You hitting an innocent tree like that does not surprise me Balrog-Slayer, what with the way you treat Erestor."

Glorfindel's head whipped around as he growled, blue eyes glittering and clashing with green. He took a threatening step forward before he realized that Thranduil was accompanied by Elrond and Galadriel. After throwing another look that could kill at the king, he bowed, hand over his heart.

"My Lord, My Lady."

Both nodded their heads and then Galadriel approached him. He lowered his eyes, not wishing to deal with these three right now while his heart was in such turmoil. She took his hand and drew him with her to the bench he had vacated. He sat down beside her, both of his hands now wrapped in hers.

"Look at me Glorfindel."

He sighed and continued to look at their hands. Finally he looked up when a finger on his chin lifted his face to hers.

"Tell me what is in your heart Glorfindel."

Before he had a chance to answer, Thranduil spoke up. "He has probably run out of idea's on how to torment Erestor's heart further and is upset by the prospect."

Glorfindel growled again and made to stand but felt the Lady forcefully keep him in place.

"Glorfindel stay! Thranduil, silence!" Came her commands. Both Elves answered at the same time.

"Yes, My Lady."

She turned back once again to Glorfindel and made him look her in the eyes.

"Now Glorfindel, unburden your heart."

Glorfindel looked earnestly into the eyes of Galadriel, knowing that she would see his heart and know that he spoke true.

"Erestor is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. He is so lovely, so sensual. To look upon him breaks my heart."

Galadriel tilted her head. "Why does he break your heart? You know that he loves you."

With this Glorfindel stood, hands raking through his hair in desperation. "And I him, but I could never dream of having him. Aye, I would be graced with his body, but I could never dream of having his heart."

Thranduil stepped forward and said softly, "Why do you say that Glorfindel? You already have his heart, so why do you do this to yourself? To him?"

Sighing Glorfindel looked at the king. "He is your head harem dancer, no?" The king nodded. "He is indulged, pampered, no?" Once again the king nodded. Glorfindel turned away, his voice lowering. "How can I compete with that? I am but a warrior, I cannot give him what he is accustomed to. He is accustomed to riches, to being spoiled. He can ask for whatever he wants and receive it. I cannot give that to him."

He felt a hand upon his shoulder and turned to look into Thranduil's understanding eyes. The king smiled softly at him. "But you can give him what he wants Glorfindel. He wants your heart, he wants you. He told me of his night with the twins on their begetting day." Thranduil watched Glorfindel wince.

"I have been here for a month now, and his hope has always remained that you would come to him. To have him. He is prepared to leave in two days Glorfindel if you do not give light to this hope. But know you this, he has already sought me out. He has asked that if you will have him, to be released from my services. I have granted it. Now it is all up to you."

Galadriel stood and cupped his face, bringing his head down and placing a kiss upon his brow. Thranduil clapped him on the shoulder and the two walked off. He felt Elrond's hand laid upon his shoulder and turned haunted eyes to his Lord and friend.

"I trust for you to do the right thing my friend. I trust for you to follow your heart." With that said, Elrond walked off and joined the other two, leaving Glorfindel alone to think.

With a sigh Glorfindel sat down and put his head in his hands. Could Erestor leave a life of pampering and living within Thranduil's palace for him? Would his love be enough to sustain Erestor? Would Erestor be so willing to forgive the hurts that he had visited upon him? He could not find out right at this moment, for Erestor has locked himself away with the other dancers to prepare for tonight.

Tonight. A missive had gone out that there would be a formal dinner, the slaves would be in attendance wearing their thobes and that they would leave early to go to the fire. The missive had also stated that all who attended would be expected to participate as they would be celebrating the full light of Ithil with song, dance and drinking. All were to come dressed casually. He chuckled at the thought of Elrond's face when he read the missive stating that any who arrived in formal robes would be stripped of them then and there, for this was a dance to celebrate freedom.

Glorfindel finally got up from the bench and made his way to his rooms. He did not notice the twin sets of eyes that had watched and listened to the whole thing. Those two sets of eyes sparkled as they looked at one another, a silent conversation passing between them before they both nodded with grins on their faces and made their way to the rooms of the three brothers from Lothlorien.

When safely sequestered away within their rooms, the twins told the brothers of their plans.

TBC

Chapter 11

title: rakkas

author: vesta

rating: nc-17

pairing: eventually erestor/glorfindel

a/n: song is mother of the world by sharon knight. Again not beta'd.

Glorfindel answered the knock at his door and found one of the servants standing there. He raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "Yes?"

"The Lord Elrond commands your presence at the fire tonight."

Glorfindel nodded. "I will be there shortly."

The servant bowed and walked away.

Sighing, Glorfindel left the room and made his way down to the grove where the dance was being held at. He had not planned on going, not wishing to see the continued flirtations that Haldir was placing upon Erestor. The dancer had looked exquisite tonight at dinner, having been already made up for the dance and wearing a thobe over his garb.

Glorfindel had no idea what Erestor wore under his thobe, but his face was done up exquisitely. He had the typical kohl around his eyes, enhancing the exotic slant and amber color. From the outer corners of his eyes were tiny emeralds that had been glued on, forming lines to go straight out towards his ears.

For the first time, Glorfindel had seen Erestor with braids in his hair. They were intricate, pulling the hair back from his face. The rest of his hair hung free. Emerald and mother of pearl stones were weaved in, the stones glittering against the raven tresses. He was crowned with a mithril circlet that had ivy twined through it.

Glorfindel brought himself out of his thoughts when he was suddenly stopped by two of the harem slaves. He had not yet reached the clearing, but could hear the drums beating close by. The smell of the fire filled his nostrils along with the lingering scent of sage. He looked questioningly at the two elves before him and they bowed.

"The ground has been consecrated and this is a time to celebrate freedom. All who enter must remove their footwear. We also ask that you remove your tunic."

Glorfindel frowned, not accustomed to this but did as he was bade. As he walked forward, he was wearing only his leggings. The drumming grew louder and stopped at the edge of the glade. His eyes took in what was happening before another Elf drew him in, handing him a goblet full of mead.

Nis and Nin alike were all topless, the elleths wearing garlands of flowers about their necks, the dancing was wild and free with laughter on everyone's lips. He made his way to Elrond and Thranduil who were also just wearing leggings and had circlets of flowers upon their heads. They were sitting with Galadriel and Celeborn who were similarly decorated. Glorfindel grinned at Elrond, who grinned back, waving for him to take a seat. Glorfindel sat and then blushed when a topless Galadriel stood and placed a crown of flowers upon his head.

His eyes scanned the area, looking for Erestor but did not see him. Suddenly the drums stopped and picked up a different beat. Those around the fire cleared and he watched as Salwa prowled in, proudly wearing a gold collar with an emerald at her throat. Upon her head was a matching head piece. She made her way to Thranduil and greeted him and then Thranduil raised an eyebrow when she went to Glorfindel, greeted him and then lay down at his feet.

His eyes caught those of Haldir who smirked at him before turning away and continuing the conversation he was holding with his brothers and the twins. His eyes narrowed, especially when Haldir said something and the others turned to look at Glorfindel, smirks on their faces also. What were they up to?

All eyes turned to the entrance of the grove and Glorfindel's followed. Erestor had removed his thobe and stood barely within the fires light, his body glistening with the gold powder that had been dusted upon him. He wore emerald green harem pants that rode very low on his hips with a mithril belly chain that wrapped around his waist twice. His nipple rings were silver also with a silver chain connecting them.

Silver vambracer style bracelets were on his wrists, silver armbands gracing his biceps. He retained the braids and decorations that he wore earlier. He raised his arms and stamping to the beat of the music made his way sinuously into the fires circle. Glorfindel's eyes opened wide when Erestor started to sing. His voice carrying out clearly and loudly, as he lifted his face towards Ithil who was hanging full above them.

Will you dance with me, mother of the world,