Title: Fit to be Tied
Author: Zhie
Rating: NC17, slash
Summary: Erestor decides to teach Haldir a lesson, with a little help
from Glorfindel, Elrond, and Lindir.
Pairings: Elrond/Erestor; mention of Glorfindel/Ecthelion; almost
Glorfindel/Erestor
Written for: Silidir; for IDOS
Request: How about Erestor, Haldir, Elrond or Glorfindel?
Haldir being arrogant and says aloud his opinion of Erestor (Haldir
thinks is cold and unsexual elf) and Erestor decides to teach some
manners to him. In the end Haldir ends up naked and chained on the
Erestor's workdesk, watching as Erestor and Elrond (or Glorfindel)
makes love in front of him; words: whip, ice cream and chair.
Notes: I tried to fit the ice cream in, but it just wouldn't go. But
the chair and the whip had no trouble playing along.


"Were your ears burning last night?"

Erestor looked up from his notes as Glorfindel took his place at the
council table. "Should they have been?"

"Someone was talking about you." Glorfindel opened the folio that was
at his spot. It had become a sort of custom for the two of them to
arrive earlier than the others. Normally they spoke about business,
but now and again Glorfindel would bring with him some sort of gossip,
which he seemed to find even more fascinating than whatever serious
business needed to be tended to.

"Oh?" Erestor smiled, thinking Elrond had been speaking of him.
Although Elrond now had a wife with twins on the way, the pair had
shared many happy days together in Lindon, and Celebrian did not
begrudge them a chance now and then for a late night walk in the
gardens or a goodnight kiss if Erestor happened to stay late after
coming to dinner.

Glorfindel, however, did not smile. "Nay, it was not so
complimentary, nor someone so dear to you. I think the wardens of
Lorien imbibe too much and think too little."

Placing his notes aside, Erestor rested his elbows upon the table. He
steepled his fingers and after resting his chin on his thumbs, nodded
for Glorfindel to continue.

"They are of the opinion that you are cold and dispassionate.
Apparently, your greeting them yesterday left quite the impact,
especially on the chief of the guard, who said something rather rude."

"Do tell."

"He said it would be more likely that someone would be impaled upon an
icicle than your cock. Or perhaps it was you were more likely to be
impaled by an icicle. I was drinking so I cannot be entirely
certain."

"I see." Erestor's eyes flitted to the door and he nodded as Saelbeth
entered with Lindir. "How long did this go on?"

"I do not know; I was only in the hall long enough to have a drink
with Celeborn before bed." Glorfindel waved Lindir over and asked,
"Do you remember when the guards from Lothlorien left the hall last
night?"

For a moment, Lindir furrowed his brow, and then there was clarity.
"Oh, that crowd. They stayed quite a while. One of them kept asking
me questions I do not think fit to speak in the company of
gentlefolk," the minstrel said quietly.

"Did you hear them invoking my name?" asked Erestor.

Lindir nodded, looking a little ashamed. "It does so irk me when my
kindred act in such a way that makes Silvan elves seem barbaric. They
kept on it despite one of the maid's suggestions that they stop. When
I left, and that was late, they were still discussing your icy
disposition."

"I am both amused and furious," announced Erestor for anyone who might
care to hear. Saelbeth looked indifferent, but he was given
sympathetic looks from both Lindir and Glorfindel. "Does this chief
guard have a name?"

- - -

"Haldir! A moment, please!" Glorfindel jogged the last few meters in
order to catch up with the guardian. "There is a storm approaching
us; I would not advise a walk in this weather."

Haldir, who had been heading down one of the many paths that led from
the courtyard, smiled. "Thank you for your concern, however, it was
not my intention to walk. I am about to go riding. I would allow you
to join me, if you like."

'Is this one ever arrogant,' thought Glorfindel to himself. 'Inviting
me to ride with him, as if I might find some honor in doing so.'
Instead of voicing his true opinion, Glorfindel looped his arm through
Haldir's and walked in back in the direction of the house. "Oh, no,
storm brewing, terrible weather for riding."

At first, Haldir made an attempt to loosen the hold Glorfindel had,
but it made him nearly walk into a tree, so he stopped squirming and
let Glorfindel lead him back inside. They went through the maze of
hallways, this way, that way, up, down, around, until Haldir felt
quite dizzy and lost. "Exactly where are we going?"

"You shall see. Nice little spot, wonderful day for it."

"...for what?"

Glorfindel said no more as they turned a corner and suddenly entered a
room. It was a large office, with shelves of books neatly organized
from the floor up to waist level and brilliant tapestries hanging from
the ceiling to the top of the low bookcases. There was a desk at the
far back part of the room, and a chair facing it. "Have a seat,"
offered Glorfindel as he shoved Haldir forward.

The guardian stumbled forward and then turned around suddenly as the
sound of the door slamming alerted him of danger. Standing to block
the doorway was Lindir, looking none too happy. "What is all this?"
demanded Haldir.

"I said, have a seat." Glorfindel crossed his arms over his chest,
standing between Lindir and Haldir.

Warily, Haldir circled the room, and then perched himself on the desk.
"I very much doubt my lord will be happy to know I have been forcibly
brought here for no reason."

"Actually," explained Glorfindel curtly, "my lord spoke with your
lord, and your lord agreed that your manners were quite in need of
adjustment. Now sit, on the chair."

Haldir rolled his eyes, but finally took a seat on the chair with a
sigh. "What now? Going to scold me?"

Glorfindel walked slowly around until he was standing directly in
front of Haldir. "No. I am going to do little else. You are a
decided waste of my time."

A rope suddenly was thrown over Haldir's head and into his lap. It
was drawn tight by Lindir, so that it pinned him to the chair. "What
the----?!" Before Haldir had a chance to address that surprise, he began
to struggle against the ropes that Glorfindel was using to tie his
wrists to the chair. "This is an outrage! You cannot do this!"

"We can... and have----ooof!" Glorfindel stumbled backwards as Haldir's
knee made contact with his chin. Narrowing his eyes, Glorfindel
rubbed his jaw. "Not the best decision to make right now. Help me
with his legs, Lindir." The pair made quick work tying Haldir's legs
to the chair as well, and then Glorfindel used his bare hands to rip
open the top of Haldir's trousers. "Not that this was part of the
plan, but I think it might be an even exchange for your outburst."
Glorfindel brought up the loose end of one of the ropes, frayed it,
and then looped it around Haldir's flaccid genitals.

"Special touch of your own?" asked a voice from the doorway as
Glorfindel stood up.

With a smirk, Glorfindel shrugged. "He managed to get me with his
knee." Again, he rubbed his jaw. "Going to be sore in the morning."

"Poor baby." The voice was truly sympathetic, and now the owner
approached, joining Glorfindel but stepping behind him, draping his
arms around the warrior's shoulders. "Should I kiss it and make it
better?"

Glorfindel ran his hand along one of the arms that loosely embraced
him, but kept his eyes on Haldir's discomfort and confusion. He was
still smirking when he said, "Elrond might get jealous..."

"Elrond wanted you to join us last night," Erestor reminded him,
pushing aside the golden hair to purr into his ear.

"You know I cannot dishonor Ecthelion like that," murmured Glorfindel,
but his lowering voice, closing eyes, and soft groan all said
otherwise, or at least, considered it.

"I know..." Erestor looked past Glorfindel to the elf bound upon the
chair. "Besides, why would you want to take the chance with someone
so cold and dispassionate? Better just to find yourself an icicle."

Both councilors laughed at this, while Haldir rolled his eyes. "Ha
ha, very funny. Sorry, alright? Can I go now?"

"Glorfindel, I thought you were going to gag him."

Lindir stepped over, holding the item in question. "I was afraid he
would bite me, after he kicked Glorfindel."

"Here, let me do it," offered Glorfindel, eyes glinting dangerously.
Haldir clamped his mouth closed at once, but all Glorfindel had to do
was pinch the warden's nose and wait until he passed out. "Well, that
was hardly necessary," muttered Glorfindel, shoving the gag into the
slack-jawed unconscious warden. He checked to be sure Haldir was
breathing before shaking his head.

"That is alright. Elrond said it would be a little while before he
got here." Erestor cleaned off the desk, placing everything away.
"Lindir, I thank you for your time in this matter."

"It was my pleasure," said the minstrel as he left the office.

Glorfindel began to follow suit, but Erestor called him back. "Since
Elrond is going to be a little while, I was thinking you might be able
to help me with something. That is, if you were not too busy." He
held up a vial of oil when Glorfindel gave him a questioning look.
"Before you say no, this will in no way cause you to be unfaithful to
your Ecthelion. I just want to really make him squirm," explained
Erestor, giving a mischievous look in Haldir's direction. The warden
was still out cold.

It took another few minutes before Haldir stirred, which gave the
other two occupants of the room the time they needed to set things up.
Haldir blinked, and could barely believe what he saw.

Erestor was crouched on top of the desk. His hands were bound
together and stretched to one end, tied to the legs below. At the
other side, his legs were spread apart, and he knelt so that his arms
and head rested on some pillows and his posterior was presented in the
air. Haldir's view was at the side, and also allowed him to watch as
Glorfindel moved a thick polished phallus in and out of Erestor's
passage.

The knock on the door could not have been better timed. Elrond let
himself in and slowly walked up behind Haldir. He put his hands
heavily down upon warden's shoulders. "Most consider it wise to know
what they are talking about before they speak. It is terrible to know
that Celeborn has a fool in the midst of his military."

Elrond came around beside Glorfindel, nudging him aside. Glorfindel
gave a little bow before taking his leave; Erestor whimpered as the
instrument was pulled out of him. "I see you were able to convince
your friend to help you out while I was away. Maybe next time, when
we do not have an audience..." Erestor moaned in agreement.

"I brought something for you," added Elrond, pulling from his robes a
simple, braided leather whip. He drew it across Erestor's back,
sweeping one way, then the other, down to his cleft. After sliding it
down and making Erestor gasp and moan, Elrond turned it around and
worked the thick handle into Erestor, who pushed back against it.

"I took the entire afternoon off," Elrond announced, removing his
robe, revealing his muscled chest and the bulge in his leggings.

Haldir sighed, muffled against the cloth that had been shoved into his
mouth. His groin was already aching, and he had a feeling that was
not going to abate anytime soon. It was going to be a very, very long
day.

-fin-