Beautiful Dreamer

by erobey un-beta'd italics = thoughts

Part Eight: Epilogue

"AI! Ooohhh!" Legolas groaned, curled nearly double over the bed, knees tucked tight as he could get them against his belly. He rocked to comfort himself through the pain and sighed as the spasm passed, shooting Glorfindel a rueful look and a slight shrug. "I cannot help it; it's been days and I've never been this starved."

"I didn't say anything," said Glorfindel. "Come, if it is that distressful we must go now."

"Back in there while they're doing what they're doing?" Legolas sat gingerly on the mattress to ease his aching rear while cradling his empty, aching, protesting stomach. Another pang rumbled loudly through him and he moaned anew, grateful when Glorfindel set a soothing hand upon his back and rubbed gently. "There has to be another way out of here."

"Perhaps, but I don't know where this passage leads and don't like the idea of traipsing about through Erestor's abode. No telling what we might stumble upon down here," cautioned Glorfindel. In the pause that followed a muffled shout of either agonised excruciation or unbelievable ecstasy, or both, arose from the room beyond where the Noldorin Lords were still enjoying their sinful game. "Come on," coaxed Glorfindel, "they won't even notice we're there. We'll be in and out before they even suspect it."

Legolas opened his lips to contradict this statement but only another acidic grumble poured forth and he hiccoughed a searing mouthful of the roiling juices that burned his throat. "Ugh!" he grunted and swallowed back the nasty fluid. It was enough to make him brave and he rose. "Let's go. Do you remember which pile of clothes is ours?"

"Well, no, but we were all at the platform so we'll just have to dig through them. A pair of leggings each and then we run for the exit," advised Glorfindel, eyeing his mate's svelte frame. "As long as I don't grab yours by mistake we'll be fine."

Like warriors going into battle, naked, sweaty warriors smelling strongly of musky seed, true, but with that same grim determination to see the mission through or die trying, they charged boldly for the doorway, reached it, passed through, and tried to survey the scene with dispassionate and specific regard for stray pairs of pants. With Erestor chained up to the rack and bent over backward so his head was upside down, Elrond's cock deep in his throat as the renowned lore-master slapped a scourge over his belly and rhythmically yanked a rope, which was attached to Erestor's genitals, in time with every pivot of his hips, it was an impossible assignment. They forgot about the leggings.

Entranced, they watched the Lord of Imladris lustily fucking his kinsman's mouth. Whenever he struck Erestor with the whip a sharp spasm shook the seneschal and he wailed around the organ, obscenely slick and dark, slipping in and out if his lips. His stomach was criss-crossed with bright red weals and the skin had broken in places, sending a spatter of blood over the white skin. Erestor's cock stood up tall and proud but the constant pulling of the rope was wearing a raw patch at the base and he flinched and squirmed with every tug. In due time, Elrond came, grunting with a loud snort as he jerked and fell forward over his cousin, hips working furiously. He rested, smiling and settling little licks over the blood smeared abdomen.

"Tawar nín Beria," whispered Legolas, admiration and alarm mingled in the oath.

At once Elrond looked up, a chilling scowl upon his face, grey eyes blazing with wrath. "What do you want?" he demanded, straightening and removing his lax penis from Erestor's mouth so to confront the voyeurs. He looked them over and smiled in wicked invitation. "Perhaps you have changed your mind and would like to join us after all?"

"What? No!" exclaimed Glorfindel, hastily getting between Elrond and his mate. "We just came for our clothes, nothing else. Legolas is hungry."

"We'd be happy to satisfy his appetites," coaxed Elrond, hands on hips so to make his nudity a challenge as he leaned to look around Glorfindel's imposing bulk at the excited young prince.

"Not until after you've satisfied mine," rasped Erestor. "Let them get on with their business, Elrond, and come finish yours."

"Fine. I was just thinking of you, melleth. I know how much you wanted to use your barbed nipple clamps." That gave Elrond an idea and he retrieved them from the platform, piercing his cousin through and then jerking the chains.

Erestor gave a reedy wail and flailed helplessly. "Oh, good, good," he gasped, grinning through the pain, "but not enough. You've lost your touch, melleth."

"You think so?" queried Elrond and left the rack to rummage about on one of the many tables upon which were scattered devices of pain and pleasure. He selected a stout, barbed rod of oak and presented it for Erestor's elucidation before shoving it up the seneschal's arse. The scream that resulted echoed in the room and ended in a sultry whimper, for Elrond in the next instant leaned over and began sucking his kinsman as he worked the tool roughly in and out. Somehow his free hand found the chain to the nipple clamps and gave them a sound wrench. All of this activity combined in various random sequences had Erestor writhing in paroxysms of anguished pleasure and his keening cries were rising in timbre and volume.

"Get the pants," whispered Glorfindel, "and let's get out of here. I don't want to see this." He nudged Legolas to divert his attention from the lurid display and in awkward silence they made their way to the discarded garments scattered haphazardly about the platform. He took up his leggings and then dropped them again, finding they reeked of Elrond's essence. "Ewwwww."

"Here," Legolas matched the hushed tone for he felt like an intruder. A breathless intruder stealing covert glances at the progress of Erestor's ravishing, yes, but he could not help that and grabbed another pair of pants. "These should do. Have you found mine?"

"Thank you, and no but take these; they are reasonably clean," answered Glorfindel, aware of his mate's intense interest and thickening cock. He reached for it and pulled it playfully. "I'll take care of you after you eat something."

Legolas' eyes widened and fell immediately to the Balrog-slayer's massive penis, finding it, too was filling up nicely in response to the high level of erotic stimulation going on around them. He took the leggings and smiled as he stepped into them, eager to do as Glorfindel pleased. Perhaps they would find some interesting condiments in the kitchen with which to spice up the taste a bit.

Glorfindel snickered over the misunderstanding, making rather a show of shoving his uncooperative penis into his borrowed pants. "That isn't what I meant, but I find my hunger awakened, too."

"I'm ready," giggled Legolas.

Reasonably decent, or half-naked depending on one's perspective, the two clasped hands and tiptoed toward the door. The rack had been wheeled out into the main body of the chamber and they had to pass rather close to it, its captive, and its Master. Erestor's eyes were sealed tight and the muscles of his shoulders and back strained in the bonds as he tried to lift into the pressure on his tender nipples. Elrond's head was busy suckling his cock with gusto but there was no means for the seneschal to spill with a rope binding the ducts so tight. Knowing that, Elrond subtly loosened the noose and squeezed the abused balls gently. He rammed the barbed dildo in and out with truly vicious vigour such that Erestor groaned and cried out with every thrust.

"Tawar ní Beria," Legolas muttered, peering at Erestor's comely face contorted in planes of blissful misery. "Doesn't that hurt, Lord Erestor?"

The dilated eyes opened and fixed on him, filled with languishing lust, and the seneschal's mouth twisted into a feral grin. "Oh yes," he growled in the frenzy of his rising need and because he knew the young prince was fascinated and he wanted him to see it happen, Erestor came at that moment. Long years of experience permitted Elrond's comprehension of the impending eruption and he quickly came away, leaving the exposed organ on open display as it spouted its pale and smoky torrent. Erestor expressed his satisfaction by calling aloud not his kinsman's name but that of the fair prince of Greenwood, pelvis rocking the spurting extremity into the empty air.

"Aira Aldaron!" Legolas exclaimed as Glorfindel forcibly hauled him from the room. They did not discuss the incident but there was no doubt at all that what they'd witnessed lent their next session of love-making an edge.

The journey across Hithaeglir was never made so quickly or so free of care and misfortune, for the way was cleared and the travellers guarded, the will of Manwë glad to ordain it so. Blue skies, fair weather, bountiful game, and good company turned the normally arduous trip into a holiday. Elrond and Erestor accompanied their friends and the four of them were sufficient in valour and strength to feel confident of victory should any enemies be encountered, and so only a small contingent of warriors followed. Even so, it was more than enough company to make the newly bound mates shy of indulging their hunger for carnal union. This, perhaps, accounted more for the speed of the party's progress than any benediction of the Valar.

The broad valley of Anduin was crossed without regard to its wild beauty and without stopping to pay calls upon the Beornings or the Brown Wizard in his abode of birds and blooms. Across the ford, the way veered and parallelled the ancient forest and then the caravan slowed, for Legolas stared in awe at the domain of Tawar, seeing Greenwood for the first time, and indeed never had he seen anything akin to it for in Gondolin there were orchards and groves but no forests, and therein he had been born while his death came too soon after its fall to see Neldoreth or Brethil and his bones lay in a grave on the empty plains of Dimbar, deep beneath the Sundering Sea.

Now they came through the forest gate and entered the realm of Thranduil and standing there was a sentry who hailed the King's heir with joy and sent ahead word of their advance. Legolas gazed in silence at the towering trees lining the path, its winding way wending on beyond sight amid the old and sentient hollies. Faint was the breeze but fresh was the air and filled with the scent of green life, rife with the sounds of leaves rustling and game running, water flowing and birds singing. None spoke, seeing the deep communion between the prince and his lands.

Then Legolas shared with Glorfindel a bright smile and a hearty laugh and standing upon his horse leaped into the arms of the nearest tree. He disappeared instantly but anon his voice came down to them in song and filled all the woods with the beauty of his hymn to the Spirit of the Great Wood. It was a time before he would come down and the others made camp, met by grinning sylvans who appeared from the air it seemed and brought meat and fruit to make a meal together. The next day they continued on.

Word spread quickly and long before reaching the bridge over the Enchanted River the sylvans gathered among the branches and along the road, joining the train as it moved ever closer to the hidden stronghold, so that when Legolas came into the courtyard of his home a great throng followed. Every throat gave forth in stirring song and every heart uplifted to see Legolas come home with his mate in tow, so obviously happy that none could be anything else, but as they entered the courtyard of the fortress all fell silent.

There stood Thranduil at the doors of his mountain castle, eyes bright as he searched the face of his son. Seeing no strife there he squeezed Ithiloth's hand and shared with her a swift kiss of exuberant relief. It might not have gone so well but it could not possibly have turned out better. Beside him, the pale white Queen beamed, heart hurting from trying to contain the strong feeling welling there until it was fit to burst with rejoicing.

Unwilling to wait for protocol or formalities, Legolas jumped from his mount and hastened to embrace them, so pleased to be enfolded in his father's arms and held with pride and gentle love, so ecstatic to hear his adopted mother's choked words welcoming him home. He could not stop smiling and introduced his mate with such evident adoration that none could doubt the match was meet and good. They all went in and settled into the comfortable quarters Galion assigned them, but Legolas took leave of his family and his friends and went out into the city.

He knew the way and could hardly keep from racing there and as he paced through the quiet byways the long Ages fell away around him until finally he was a child again running to share the news of his great adventures. He barrelled around a stand of oaks and came into a clearing wherein stood a small house, one of the few here built upon the ground, its walls of river stones and its roof thatched in grasses and hung with vines of honeysuckle. He slowed, taking in the bright flower garden with its bench carved from a felled oak, the sheltered entrance defined by the sweetly scented vines, and was pleased with the homey style of her abode.

In the doorway she waited, blue eyes gazing upon the tall archer striding through the trees, and her hands flew to her mouth as though to contain the mixture of fear and happiness that sought to get free of her, for how could she not sense the new shades of vermilion spiking through her child's aura, crimson bursts so familiar and so missed? He stopped and stared; here she was at last after so many long years of waiting and now he could not make himself move, overwhelmed in memories of their partings and the love of this elleth, a love that defied death to bring him forth anew that he might have the life she meant for him.

"Nana?" he called softly and lifted a hand toward her, took a step forward.

"Legolas!" she cried and bounded from the door, arms wide, laughing and crying all together.

He met her, caught her up and held her fast to his heart, wondering at how small and slight she was, how strong her arms clasped about his chest, how beloved the sound of that laughter, how cherished each tear that fell upon his shoulder. His fell upon her hair, the scent of it bringing him all the memories of their few years together in Gondolin along with the entirety of his childhood in Greenwood where she was his beloved Alatamillë, his adoring nanny who had cared for him alongside Ithiloth. Not until this moment was he fully healed and whole again, and Legolas stayed in the clearing for many hours, sharing all that had happened in Imladris, albeit a slightly edited version out of deference and respect.

Yet, Curoniel knew his heart better than even he suspected and it was she who suggested the just-forged bond could bear much and the inclusion of others ought not to be discounted, nor was it wise to repress or hide his needs and desires from his mate. How she divined his unspoken worries he could not guess and when asked she simply said she had raised him twice now. Then she revealed her gift for his new life: a design for the crest of the combined Houses through which Legolas had come to be as he was now, and seeing it his happiness was complete.

The wedding was a simple affair as was the custom among the Wood Elves, even royal ones, and Glorfindel knelt beside Legolas in a green glade amid a cathedral of majestic beeches, Thranduil and his Queen at their shoulders, his hand upon the Balrog-slayer's, hers upon her son's. Standing near Elrond and Erestor bore witness for Glorfindel as he had no kin remaining in Arda, and with them a fair-haired elleth who could not stop smiling while yet her hands dabbed at her glimmering blue eyes betimes to catch the steady drip of happy tears: Curoniel. There was no ceremony or officiating priest, just the two soul-mates side by side exchanging quiet words of constancy, love, and gratitude to the One and to Tawar and Glorfindel added in Manwë while Legolas named Nienna, his champion across the sea.

Legolas had a crown of yellow and white flowers in his hair; Glorfindel's tresses were bound at his brow with a modest silver circlet bearing the gilded emblem of his ancient House. They did not share rings but instead reverted to a tradition lost with the fall of Gondolin and presented each other with bracelets woven from the mingled stands of each one's hair, the rich shades of gold softly shining as they bound them securely about the knife-hand wrists, professing never to remove them, not even with the changing of the world. Then they kissed and, naked beneath loose and flowing vestments of white gauze, their desire to reconsecrate the spiritual union in conjugal bliss was evident to all.

Smiling in indulgent mirth, the parents kissed each son upon the brow while the Noldorin Lords refrained from any such familiarity and simply offered sincere congratulations and good wishes. Curoniel cupped her child's exuberant face and could not speak, pressing her forehead against his for a long moment before straightening and then kissing his cheek. For Glorfindel she had a more serious smile filled with gratitude and underlain with promises of death should he harm her son.

Then all the witnesses left them there in the green glade and Legolas stripped Glorfindel of his robes, covering his naked flesh with voracious kisses, especially the new mark inked upon his left shoulder blade: a swallow soaring beneath a rayed sun above a mighty oak. The same tattoo was on the corresponding shoulder of his body and he did not object when Glorfindel uncovered it and lovingly impressed it with lips and tongue as he mounted him, thrusting hard and deep, riding him to mutual fulfilment. Nor did Glorfindel want for like attention as Legolas took him after a time of rest, preferring to lay his mate upon his back so to watch him as he climbed to orgasm and plunged into ecstasy, driven by the prince's unerring aim and unbridled ardour.

The hours of sunlight are short under the eaves but the new couple devoted every precious second remaining in the day to expending this passion so strong it required two life-times of love to satisfy it. In the evening there was a feast and all of Greenwood turned out to welcome their beloved prince's new mate and there was great joy within the kingdom of the woodland elves. A full month passed by in festive goodwill before Erestor and Elrond returned to Imladris, leaving the happy couple to a year of wedded solitude to solidify their bond. After that time, the decision would be made for how to accommodate both the oath of fealty Glorfindel swore before Manwë and the similar one Legolas had spoke before his father's throne upon reaching his majority.

During this period, Legolas was not yet ready to advance his curiosity and renew his participation in the wicked games of the Noldorin Lords, and neither was Glorfindel so inclined. The Lord of Imladris and his worthy kinsman did not become discouraged nor express anything but gracious goodwill, never mentioning the aborted plan to introduce the prince to pleasure's darker side. They were content to wait.

The arrangement Legolas had suggested was not workable. Given the distance between the two realms and the great heights to be scaled along the way, six months really meant only about three when the long trek was accounted. Thus, the King of Greenwood and the Lord of Imladris decided that instead the couple would divide their years instead of mere months. Six years in the forest world and then the same number dwelling in Imladris was suitable for both rulers and the warriors involved.

Glorfindel may not have been as at home in the trees as the sylvan troops he would command, but none doubted that his valour would be beneficial as he shared in the duties of orc-slaying and spider-felling alongside their prince. Likewise, Legolas was not as familiar with the demands of lengthy campaigns patrolling the wide reaches of Eriador, but none misgave that his skill and courage would be anything but an asset to Imladris.

Now for the new mates the years passed easily in Greenwood, an idyllic life unfolding before them, a sense of peace and security never experienced even in the days when Gondolin lay hidden and no enemies could find Turgon's realm. Legolas enjoyed the stature denied him then, the respect of his peers and the adoration of his subjects, the unsurpassed love and devotion of Glorfindel. He fairly basked in his Adar's unfailing support and proud appreciation for so fine a son, glowed from the unending doting with which Ithiloth showered him, shone like Eärendil in the boundless expanse of Curoniel's maternal tenacity. So great was his gratitude for the life granted him as the son of Thranduil that he found no need to recall his lengthy debasement as the son of Duilin. The past faded into shadow, a grim, unpleasant dream from which he had awakened. The Swallow prince of Greenwood was content, comprehending the meaning of this term for the first time in two life-times.

The Balrog-slayer likewise revelled in a the joy of their union and could not but feel sincere and fathomless thanksgiving for the people who had made his happiness possible. It passed through his mind often whether some ancestor of Thranduil's had been among the refugees fleeing through the heights of Crissaegrim. He could not see it otherwise, for there had to be some means to balance the depth of his happiness and his sacrifice on that treacherous pass was all he could find to place in Vairë's scales. It was important to do so, for he could not bear to imagine that he would be tasked with some hardship to account for it. Such worries he withheld from Legolas, hoping not to spoil the serenity that resided in the archer's soul.

They made their home apart from the underground caverns of Thranduil's fortress, Legolas choosing a tree not too far from Curoniel's glade. In its mighty arms he built a grand talan to rival the most elegant construction found in Lothlorien, but at its base was a fine stairway winding round from the roots up to the first platform, since Glorfindel was not accustomed to scaling the bark and branches. The house was furnished well, being filled with their mutual love, and he did not miss the luxuries with which he had been raised both in Gondolin and in Aman. The pair was inseparable whether at home or out in the most dangerous regions of the forest. Many were the attacks they led upon the orcs and the spiders and Greenwood prospered as their bond grew stronger.

When four years had passed in this manner, the dreams returned to Legolas. This time, however, the images did not inspire fear and confusion for they were known to him as memories and held no force to frighten. He reported the occurrence to his mate, needlessly since Glorfindel could easily detect the stirrings of passion and knew what to do to satisfy them. Yet when he understood what was happening, he was neither angry nor saddened, though he had desired nothing more than Legolas for his own alone. He could not deny the truth, that he enjoyed mastering Legolas and subjecting him to moderate torment. The memory of Erestor's unique chamber began to haunt him.

The next time the dream overtook Legolas, he was roughly roused from it to find himself bound to the bed, helpless and immobile while Glorfindel's long cock rhythmically rammed him. He came with such force he passed out. The Lord of the Golden Flower was eager to advance the games, but found Legolas shy of going too far for fear of having anyone in Greenwood discover their aberrant tastes.

So it began.

Now the full six years had gone by, these being spent in Greenwood as originally agreed by all parties, and the couple were once more in Imladris, settling in to the Balrog-slayer's house, a modest structure of wood and stone not far from Elrond's estate.

Legolas loved it, finding it comfortable and not overly ostentatious, a complaint he harboured about his Adar's taste in furnishings, while not as severe as the talans to which he was accustomed in the heights of Greenwood. Glorfindel, however, could not be satisfied it was right, for he had simply taken over an empty dwelling forsaken by a family emigrating to Aman. They stood in the bedchamber surveying the mess of half opened packs and weapons strewn about, the wardrobe door ajar and overflowing with garments, the dresser clumped with smaller packages and baggage. Through the open windows filtered the sound of birds singing and the gentle sighing of leaves from an overhanging bough.

"I shall have a larger bed made," Glorfindel said, scowling at the simple wrought iron frame and its plain white counterpane. "I should have thought of that long ago and commissioned it so to have it ready now."

"What is wrong with this one?" asked Legolas, peering over his shoulder. He went and reclined atop it, stretching with a restrained groan and then folding his arms behind his head with a sigh of delight, legs splayed wide. "It is very comfortable," he remarked, eyes drifting half-shut so that he was peeking at Glorfindel through his lashes. "It seems quite sturdy and well-made, too, but perhaps it would be wise to try it out before deciding." One hand slid down to his crotch and began opening the breeches. It was pulled out of the way as Glorfindel bounded to the bed so to take over the task.

"An excellent idea, beloved," he grinned, pausing to pry off Legolas' boots and cast them over his shoulder. The pants were undone and he quickly uncovered the emergent erection, fisting it as soon as the leggings were discarded, pumping it vigorously as he worked one-handed to free his own. Not bothering to remove his clothes, he spat into his palm and smeared the spittle over the long red cock poking out of the gaping garment, grunting in appreciation as Legolas rocked back and locked his legs around the Balrog-slayer's neck. In no time Glorfindel was sheathed to his balls and fucking the young prince royally.

Now it has been revealed that the two had become experts regarding the ways and means of pleasuring one another. Glorfindel knew just how deep and how hard to penetrate to maximise Legolas' delight, while Legolas understood exactly how much thrashing and begging to do to excite his lover into frenzied action. They reached a satisfying result after a lengthy period of coitus during which they changed positions twice, Glorfindel was stripped of his tunic and shirt, and Legolas managed to get semen in his hair. They rested in the glorious mess they'd made.

"Perhaps this bed will do," commented Glorfindel, smiling at the relaxed and dreamy expression in Legolas' eyes.

"Aye, agreed. I don't want to change a thing about this room," sighed Legolas. "We're going to be very happy in this little house."

"I have to admit I am glad to be back on the ground. The talans of the sylvan folk are sturdy but very high above the forest floor. It was difficult to adjust."

"You never showed it. Yet perhaps that explains the fierce quality of your love-making whenever we were amid the branches."

"Exactly. If I was going to end up careening over the side and plunging to my death, I wanted the last moments preceding my end to be pure ecstasy."

They laughed together and shared a long kiss, getting ready for more fun, but a discreet knock upon the door disrupted their plans. With an aggrieved sigh Glorfindel elected to go, he being slightly more decently dressed than Legolas; besides, he did not want his mate to put those leggings back on. He arrived at the portal and opened it to find the stoop empty save for a bottle of very ancient wine, its antiquity attested by the thick coating of dust upon it. There was no card attached but the implications were obvious and Glorfindel thought he could just detect the faintest aroma from the cork, a sign the seal had been breached. The implications of that were obvious, too, and he had no doubt the wine was laced with some potent drug.

Glorfindel re-entered the bedroom to find Legolas completely naked and fully aroused, standing by the desk searching through the contents of a small satchel which contained their limited collection of sex toys. He glanced back, a question on his fine features, and the Balrog-slayer raised the bottle. "Erestor's notion of a welcoming gift." The expression on his mate's face was easy to interpret. "In due time, beloved." He put the wine aside and approached to see what Legolas would choose.

"They have made the first sortie," griped Legolas, shivering, but his cock leaped and his heart began pounding. "I had hoped to seize the advantage and lure them here, starting things on our grounds. We could tie Erestor to the bed with these." He held out a handful of red silk scarves.

"We fired the first volley, remember, by proposing the arrangements ourselves," reminded Glorfindel.

That had been an interesting discussion, the four of them seated in comfort in the private office of Lord Elrond, Lord Erestor posed leaning against the broad expanse of padded wood, for once outside his own domain to confer with his kinsman, all sipping minimally from goblets of cool, golden wine, the picture of elven nobility and courteous manners. As befitted the elder and dominant mate, Glorfindel had defined the terms under which the Noldorin Lords might be included in the couple's amorous adventures: he would designate the method of restraints to be used, the order of penetration, when and who could fuck Legolas orally, how many times they would be permitted to spill inside him before he was permitted to come, what manner of torture was acceptable, and various other conditions. All points were conceded without a whisper of argument, Erestor almost salivating he was so eager, both of them rigid as trees and ready to go.

That had been this morning just after dawn.

"You want to tie Erestor up?" Glorfindel peered at his lovely spouse in mild surprise. He snorted a bemused scoff, taking the soft fabric away and eyeing the naked body hungrily. "I thought you wanted to be the victim." Fast as a striking serpent he grabbed Legolas' arms and spun him round, wrenching his wrists behind him and binding them together with the red scarves. "And in any case, I am the Master and it shall be as I decree. Now, go and kneel on the floor over there while I see what else we have that might be interesting to try."

Legolas obeyed at once and squatted with his buttocks resting on his heels, watching in avid anticipation, wondering what Glorfindel would do to him. The contented chuckle that arose from the Balrog-slayer was darkly shaded and decidedly to the evil portion of his vocal spectrum. Soon his mate approached, hands coyly hidden behind him. "What have you brought me?" demanded Legolas. His bold demeanour earned him a sharp slap on the cheek and he gasped.

"Is this how you address me? I am disappointed," Glorfindel chastised, eyes burning with amorous fury.

"Forgive me, beloved," pleaded Legolas. "I should not have been so forward. Whatever you have brought will please me, I am certain. Do as you will."

"Better, but such insubordination will be dealt with severely, Legolas," warned Glorfindel. Then he brought forth what he was hiding: a large wooden phallus similar to the one with which Erestor had been impaled that fateful day except there were no barbs on it. Still, what he planned to do was difficult for Legolas. "Rise up from you heels."

Legolas whined in needy dread but obeyed, chest heaving for he knew what was coming. No sooner was he straightened out than he parted his legs and bent forward a bit. Glorfindel came round behind him and inserted the long rod up his arse with a brisk thrust that prodded his core soundly. He yelled aloud and had to struggle to remain upright but he managed with Glorfindel's steady hand upon his shoulder. A few huffing gasps later, Legolas was able to lift his head and found his mate watching intently to be sure all was well. He give a minute nod in answer.

"Take hold of it," commanded Glorfindel sternly, still holding to Legolas to make it easier for him.

What he asked was difficult indeed for with his hands bound the archer had to strain backward while remaining balanced, bending his body into an impossible curve that sent all his golden hair cascading behind him and consequently gave him a rather unusual view of Glorfindel's lower body, which he was displeased to find still covered. Still, the manoeuvre was exhausting and required concentration; they'd only done this once before with limited success, but at last Legolas was able to grasp the handle sticking out of his rear sufficiently to make use of it. He eased the rod back a bit and then pushed it in, shuddering hard and almost toppling over. A tremulous wail passed his lips; it was impossibly exquisite.

"Nay!" barked Glorfindel. "Not until I will it so." The constrained hands stopped at once and Legolas did not protest beyond a frustrated whimper. "Good, perfect," praised the Balrog-slayer and ran a loving hand over the exposed chest, pinching a nipple as he did.

That raised a more pleasant sound from his beloved and he smiled, tempted to continue the tweaking and twisting but decided to withhold that for a time also. He moved around to the rigid cock pointing at the ceiling and gave it a playful flick. For that he was rewarded with a lusty grunt and a shifting and shuffling of knees as Legolas tried to refrain from working the rod. He was successful but the cost was high and sweat broke over his skin giving it a pearly hue. His lungs strained, having trouble not only because of the excitement but because the position was awkward and difficult to hold.

"Please," he whispered, panting hard, daring the entreaty even though it might earn him another punishing blow in a much more sensitive location.

"Soon," soothed the Balrog-slayer, moved by the soft entreaty. He hastened to complete the arrangements, snapping a light set of toothed clamps to the small erect buds. These were on a silken cord and he carefully reached around to tie it to Legolas' bound wrists, making sure the tension was taut enough to give a definite twinge every time the archer shifted his hands even a small amount. "There, you are ready," he announced and stood back to view his handiwork.

The sight was unbearably, grotesquely erotic and he could not wait to begin, dropping to his knees and licking the exposed belly button, hands carefully gripping Legolas' hips to help him maintain the pose. His lips fell lower and he lapped at the hot head of the jutting cock, grinning when this raised a loud and desperate cry from his mate.

"Please!" Legolas begged.

"What is it you want?"

"Let me use the rod while you suck me."

"You've forgotten your lesson so quickly, Legolas. I am displeased." Reluctantly Glorfindel rose and moved across the room, back squarely to the enticing vision on the floor, arms crossed over his chest.

"Ai! Forgive me, beloved," wailed Legolas. "Please, I will not forget again. Come back, oh please come back. Whatever you want to do, that is what I want. Do as you will with me; do as you will."

Such fervent supplications could not be ignored and Glorfindel resumed his place at once, for he adored that pleading tone and the absolute surrender of will it denoted. Legolas was his to do with as he pleased. "I am here, beloved," he cooed, again licking the salty skin on the smooth belly. "It is fine; I forgive you. Your wish is granted; begin." With that order he lowered his head and took the slender shaft in his mouth, sucking and swabbing it with his tongue as he hummed and growled in open delight. Again his hands settled on the narrow hips and he felt Legolas using the rod. Even had he not, the urgent cries that soon filled the room were sufficient evidence of his activity.

Legolas knew he could not last under these condition. Every motion up or down pulled the tight cord and subjected his tender nipples to jarring jolts of delicious agony while the muscles of his shoulders burned with the effort to move the phallus and fuck himself. Through it all, Glorfindel's insistent tongue and capable lips devoured his root. The combination was driving him madly to the heights and he came with a long drawn shout of his mate's name. Almost immediately he collapsed and would have hit the floor but for the Balrog-slayer's firm hold.

"Ai, Glorfindel, that was better than last time," he managed to gasp out, utterly exhausted, and was perfectly content to be carried to the bed and laid upon it. He sighed as the bonds were removed, the clamps taken from his throbbing chest, the sudden flair of sharp pain laved away by a warm tongue and gentle kisses softly soothing his nipples. "So good," he whispered. What Glorfindel would desire in return he could not at the moment guess. "Matters not; I would do anything," he mumbled.

"What's that?" asked Glorfindel, gazing in adoration at the beautiful prince as he stood and finally removed his pants. The clear blue eyes turned to him and Legolas offered a delighted grin, holding out his arms.

"At last," he laughed. "I thought you were never going to take those off. Come to me, Beloved."

Glorfindel complied and snuggled up to the spent and weary ellon, very proud that Legolas had achieved the difficult position and remained in character reasonably well throughout the exercise. He hugged him tight and kissed him, wrapping himself all around the lethargic archer, a living shield to protect him from harm and hurt.

"What is it?" asked Legolas, feeling the turmoil in his lover's touches. He licked the throat against which his face was pressed and giggled when Glorfindel swallowed and his larynx bopped him on the nose.

"Nothing," he lied but then thought better of it and opened up. "They're such such predators. Insatiable predators. Erestor and Elrond have been at it for Ages; we're neophytes in comparison. I don't want this to turn into something frightening or humiliating." He shifted so to look into his mate's eyes, managing to rub his rigid cock against a muscular thigh as he did so.

"They will not go beyond our limits, melleth," assured Legolas, encouraging that thick shaft by wriggling against it with a deep groan. "Ai, you are so hard, Glorfindel. Tell me what you want," he whispered, kissing his way across the broad chest to get at the full nipples which he suckled and lapped, sliding back and forth over the engorged organ. It twitched beneath him and Glorfindel grunted.

"Oh, feels wonderful, beloved. Ah, what I want is that lovely mouth to surround me and suck me dry. Are you too tired?"

"Don't be silly," scoffed Legolas, and indeed the request invigorated him. He fell upon Glorfindel with great relish and soon had him squealing and wriggling and pleading for mercy, hands knotted in his hair, tugging to enhance the pace of every lift and fall. He came hard and fast, bellowing out an incomprehensible noise that was wildly expressive of his satisfaction, and then went limp, moaning softly as he struggled for breath, carding his fingers through the golden mane as Legolas did indeed syphon off every smidgen of seed from the velvety shaft, relinquishing it with a smack of his lips as his tongue swiped over them in appreciation. "Delicious," he crooned sweetly and sidled up to share the tart secretion he had come to savour.

"Ai Valar, what a treasure you are," laughed Glorfindel, again wrapping all around his mate in a possessive shield. "I love you so much, Legolas."

"Not as much as I love you," the archer countered, their traditional contest to see who could be the one to claim the greater love. Clasped heart to heart, they drifted into light reverie.

Outside the window, Erestor emerged from the shadows beneath the open panes whence he'd dived as soon as his gift was deposited on the doorstep, well pleased with what he'd witnessed, hastening to give his report to Elrond. The Lord of Imladris and his worthy seneschal laid out their strategy, seeing no further obstacles to fulfilling Legolas' secret desire.

It was cold and he shivered, a shudder rattling through his bones that physically hurt and he moaned, mouth cottony and tasting of rancid milk. He licked his lips with a thick, unwieldy tongue and moaned again, longing for a cup of wine to chase away the sour residue. All was dark and cold, just like the deepest wells of blackness beneath his father's fortress; a spark of fear shot through his heart and set it racing. He'd fallen into one of those pits once and at the bottom lay foul water and the bones of orcs. Just when he was about to scream, a soft palm soothed firmly over his body and he realised he was naked.

The touch felt good, warm and comforting, and he relaxed. He tried to stay within the heat of the hand and sighed as it caressed his sides, his abdomen, his back, his buttocks. Then it pried between his legs and took hold of his penis, lax and limp, and played with it, jerking, pulling, wiggling, and the flaccid flesh began to respond.

It was grand and he wanted to see who was responsible for bringing him back to life, for so it felt as the chilling cold melted under the ministrations of those gifted hands. With effort he raised his lids and while his eyes did open, the light that met them was dim and hazy, tinged red. He could make out shapes but no details. Someone there beside him; a knee brushed his shoulder. He tried identifying by scent and his addled brain could only perceive the person was male. An aroused male, the musky smell mixing with the odour of his rising excitement. He smiled and shivered, closing his eyes behind the red silk scarf. Glorfindel It had to be; they'd been playing with the scarves earlier.

The heat in that sensual touch poured into his swelling shaft, feeding his arousal so that his cock throbbed with every fondling tweak and twinge, growing so hard so quickly he began to ache, but he welcomed the discomfort. Such a glorious orgasm it would be. He moaned, thinking it would be better to roll to his back and spread his knees wide, offering easier access and unlimited leave to handle him freely. Sluggish and unresponsive though his frigid muscles were, he at last managed to make his hips obey him and immediately found he could not do it. An abrupt, sharp snatch at his sensitive balls made him cry out in alarm and he dropped back on his side, trembling. A dark, smothered gasp of laughter followed this effort and another flash of panic raced through his veins. It was not Glorfindel's laugh, nor was it a single voice.

His heart rate doubled; it was the dream again, except this did not feel at all dream-like and the sudden application of a blunt thumb over the pinnacle of his glans confirmed it. The feeling was delicious and he moaned in decadent appreciation in spite of his fear. It had to be the Noldorin Lords playing out his fantasy, preparing to fuck him, but where was Glorfindel? Desperately he tried to squelch the tingling surges racing though his shaft and think. Had he dined with Elrond? The fist working him squeezed and he pumped into it, jerking his balls roughly so that he shook under the combination of pain and pleasure. The throaty laughter sounded again.

"Ai, d daro," he managed brokenly, tried again to learn what had grabbed his sac so severely. Hazily his mind attempted to interpret the sensation: it was not the warmth of those teasing fingers, nor was it cold and icy as iron would be. Carefully he made to inspect his scrotum and was immediately rebuffed, his wrist clasped in a tight grip and jerked suddenly behind him. The unmistakable sound of metal cuffs snapping shut joined the cool, slick touch of steel upon his skin. Let loose, his arm hung suspended, bent behind him and pulled up; trying to shift it caused the subtle jangle of chains to ring out.

The motion also taught him where additional restraints held him fast for his nipples exploded with such pain that water raced to his eyes and he heard himself shout in angry protest. He fought back and again fetters in such vulnerable a regions made it impossible to exert his will. His shoulder blade flared under the strain. He gasped, then groaned as the pressure on his pectorals increased along with the drag on his genitals and he had to give in, slumping back to his side, miserable and mortified.

All the while, the hands petted and soothed him, rubbed and stroked his ardent shaft, swept between his parted thighs and squeezed the hairless sac, ran up his sides and tweaked the swollen buds. So many hands. He writhed under the attention, hearing his lusty groans, feeling the heat rise in him and the need to encourage what they were doing. The pain of struggling and the pleasure of their handling combined and he gave forth a long wail of excitement. There was another sex-charged chuckle and then the flat of a palm slapped his rear, the noise loud, and he exclaimed as much from shock as from pain.

"Who are you?" he demanded, though it could only be Erestor and Elrond. The rising terror in his own voice surprised him. No answer came by word and instead the groping hands changed locations, smoothing lovingly over his buttocks, prodding him a bit as if to get him to shift or move. Yet he could not do so without the jarring pain. "Please," he begged, "I am already bound as soul-mate to the one I love. Do not "

His command ended in an ear-piercing yelp as the hands burrowed inside the cleft of his arse and parted him, holding tight as a turgid column of flesh and blood jabbed against his anus and forced through. It did not pause but drove deep, the friction searing and sharp, and slammed hard against his prostate. A scintillating burst of fiery stars dazzled him and the huge penis spread him wide. Impaled upon it, Legolas trembled, knowing he was powerless to stop what was happening.

The roar of satisfaction that accompanied this invasive assault drowned him out and then the massive intrusion was moving, drawing back, retreating fast only to plunge in with renewed force. Dry and unprepared, Legolas strained against the onslaught, twisting and squirming as he was fucked; that the clamps and chains yanked and pulled relentlessly.

Caught between desire and dread, he succumbed and heard himself pleading with his assailant for more. The hands were gone from his body and he missed the touches, longing to be masturbated and fondled while he was being so ruthlessly claimed. Vaguely he realised he would not be able to experience any release in this state and another bubble of panic rose in his chest. Where was Glorfindel? The one hand still free with which to stabilise himself was pulled from under him and his chest shot forward as the ellon ramming in and out of his arse continued unabated, grunting his pleasure and holding Legolas' tight at the hips. The nipple clamps bit deep and he wailed; the cock stroking him hit his sweet spot; the arm was twisted and secured behind him.

Legolas hung suspended between the chains on his wrists and the ones anchored to his chest, snuggly attached to the floor. The pressure on his nipples briefly abated as he went limp in the bonds, moaning in agony as his shoulders blazed. He was sure they would be dislocated from the jarring force of the cock penetrating his bowels. Then a terrible creaking noise as of a winch turning made the chains sing and Legolas screamed; the cuffs at his wrists were being elevated. The tension on his nipples compounded and pain flared hotly, spearing through him in time with the relentless advance and retreat of the rigid organ. It was the most exquisite torment he had ever known.

"Ai please!" he shrieked and his depserate frenzy inspired his captor to new vigour. The pounding his arse was taking increased in power and depth and he rolled his hips to help make the passage easier.

"Valar!" the sudden oath was choked with pent excitement and building prurience and the ellon inhaled a great breath. On the next thrust he erupted, pumping out a healthy spurt of seed and shouting his delight. His motion slowed but he continued to rock against the tender core of his captive lover, relishing the involuntary ripples that ran through every nerve and fibre with each rolling stroke. He reached underneath and clasped the rigid shaft spearing nothing but air and held it as he continued his lazy copulation, breathing in copious gusts and grunts. "Oh, so sweet a ride as this must be made to last," he murmured and groaned as the body beneath him bucked against his balls.

"Aye, stay there and keep him on tenterhooks while I take this end," the second voice suggested.

A hand cupped Legolas chin, holding it steady as the pivoting penis inside him recovered and stiffened to its full potential. "Ai, please, I cannot bear it," he implored just as the rejuvenated erection struck his prostrate anew. He shuddered out a low howl. "Oh, yes, more, again," he exhaled. A soft laugh sounded near his ear and then a tongue darted out and tasted it; he could hear the ellon's breath come and go in short, sharp bursts.

"No biting now," he was warned, "or the rope round your root will be tightened up a few notches. We do not want you to do any permanent damage there."

This preceded the smoky scent of a leaking erection and seconds later the slick head brushed his nose and lips, a growling groan accompanying the motion. At the next touch, he opened for it and the thick cock pushed past his teeth, settling atop his tongue. He closed his lips tight around it and sucked, finding the flavour not as strong as the odour of sweat clinging to damp curls that tickled his nostrils as the organ advanced. Before he could gag it retreated and pulled out with a sudden pop and he startled. The combined agony through his shoulders, chest, and groin wrung a hoarse and ragged howl from his throat.

"Ah! Why did you do that?" grumbled the ellon still attacking his rear, his pace interrupted.

"To hear the sound and see it wet with his spit," whispered the one up front. "and it is beautiful. Here, pen neth, take it."

He presented his penis again and Legolas opened wide. In it went and slid deep just as the cock up his arse drilled down to his prostate. He moaned around the shaft between his lips and the ellon let lose a garbled expletive as his hips began gyrating with quick blasts of motion. They fell into synchrony and worked to achieve their separate climaxes together, but the hand had left Legolas' genitals and he was bereft, caught between grinding pain and unbridled excitement as his arms, nipples, and balls strained against the force. His need had by this time climbed beyond his ability to think and he only wanted the ecstasy of release. He was denied.

One after the other the two males achieved explosive orgasms and bellowed out their pleasure. This time, the ellon at the back pulled free and held Legolas up at the hips, dragging the rope around his testicles taut. A frantic grunt left the archer's lungs for while the relief to his arms and shoulders was appreciated, the tension was both painful and maddeningly erotic. Before he could make any more pleas for aid, the cuffs at his wrists were removed and his arms dropped. His cry as the blood flowed back into the abused joints was piercing and shrill. Blackness edged across his brain and oblivion claimed him.

There was no means to determine how long he'd been unconscious and no thought given to attempt figuring it out. Legolas' eyes blinked as a bright spot of light beamed over his pupils. Someone held a lamp before his face. He scrunched his lids shut tight and grunted, turning over to hide his face against the bed. He was not, however, lying on a bed. He was strapped to the rack and his blindfold was gone. As soon as he realised he could not move, his eyes flew open and he found his sight focused on a huge cock, rigid and ready, the perception of it skewed and confusing until he realised he was seeing it upside down.

The memory of Erestor's ravishing by the Lord of Imladris flashed through his mind and he panicked; he did not want to be beaten with the scourge. Legolas began thrashing and shouting for Glorfindel. At once a gentle hand descended upon his chest and covered his pounding heart.

"Be at peace; I am here, beloved," whispered Glorfindel. He pressed kisses all over the exposed torso and lovingly suckled the sore nipples. He was rewarded with a lurid moan and a shimmying shiver as hips tried to buck and Legolas' cock saluted. "Do you want to stop?"

"I "Legolas gasped and heaved to catch his breath and slow his racing pulse, raising his head awkwardly to see Glorfindel's eyes. Hands came behind his head to support him; hands belonging to the ellon with the huge erection just waiting to plunge down his throat. He shivered, realising this was Elrond. "Do not let him whip me," he pleaded.

"Take him off the rack," Erestor's imperious command rang out edged in dismay. "I told you it was too soon for that, Elrond." His face came into view as he bent low to peer at Legolas with kindly concern. "We do not want you to be traumatised, pen neth. There are other positions we can try today."

"Nay, it is well," said Legolas, offering a shaky smile. Glorfindel would not let things go too far and Erestor was very protective. He felt his nipples rise higher; it was Erestor's cock he'd swallowed so skillfully so short a time ago and pride increased his excitement. His back arched invitingly, as much as the straps permitted, and Erestor's eyes dilated, falling at once to his chest where his mouth quickly followed. "Ai! Oh yes," he groaned. Glorfindel took the other side and fingers began massaging his ears. They were going to grant his release this time. He pried the Balrog-slayer's mouth off and smiled. "I just needed to know you are here."

"Of course I am here," he assured his mate tenderly, desiring nothing so much as to take him away and have him alone, but Legolas continued to squirm in delight as Erestor feasted on him. "It is my fault; we intended you to float through this so overstimulated by the drugged wine that you would not be sure if it was really happening. I did not give you enough, it seems."

"No, I do not want to sleep through it. Defeats the purpose," Legolas managed with another smile, more devilish and daring this time.

"Legolas, I want you to enjoy what we do to you," rumbled the deep voice of the Lord of Imladris behind him. Legolas craned his neck to see him and met the topsy-turvy face of the noble lore-master. "Are you sure this is not too much?"

"No scourge," repeated Legolas. Erestor's lips popped off and he shuddered. He was tempted to issue more orders, seeing as they were all so compliant, but he did not want to spoil things. He had yet to come and his shaft was in urgent need of stimulation. "Put the blindfold back on," he decided he did not want to know who was doing what, not yet anyway. He sighed as Glorfindel obeyed him, smiled as a hand reached for his penis and squeezed him hard just as fingers reached out and pinched his wet nipples roughly. He moaned and twitched, bending into the contact and slowly let his head drop back.

Almost at once the engorged shaft was at his lips and they parted to receive it. An ecstatic shout followed as it slid down deep and he swallowed against the intrusion, breathing hard. He could not tell who came between his open legs until the hefty organ bored inside him, the way eased by the sticky residue left from the first cock; it was Glorfindel and his heart sang out in joy. They set a sedate pace, fucking him anally and orally with slow and steady thrusts, sighing and uttering mild blasphemies, caressing his body wherever their hands could reach to touch him. Then Erestor's lips surrounded his sensitive glans, his tongue bathing the hot skin repeatedly as he sucked, all the while fiddling with his balls and stroking the base of his shaft.

The seneschal was removing the cincture preventing the archer's release, all three in agreement that this was far enough to go for the first lesson, and the trio worked on him until he came, his delirious shout muffled by virtue of the cock down his throat. Glorfindel reached orgasm with him and Elrond emptied his testes with a subdued cry that confirmed he had enjoyed the sensation prior to this, as did the reduced flow that coated Legolas' tongue. As Lord of the Land, Legolas supposed, he was entitled to the lion's share and had fucked him first. Erestor spilled with Elrond's hand wrapped tight about his cock, swallowing Legolas' seed with voracious gulps. The sensations ran through them like wildfire, leaping from body to body in a circle of unparallelled delight.

When Glorfindel was recovered enough to stand, he unstrapped his mate and carried Legolas away to the room where first they'd sealed their eternal bond, laying him on the bed and clambering up beside him. They shared exhausted smiles and then kissed, twining round each other for a much needed rest. What they would try next was not yet decided but the possibilities were virtually unlimited. That made them both shiver in anticipation. Legolas decided he would not need the wine this time.

"Are you happy?" asked Glorfindel, though the answer was obvious.

"More than I ever dreamed possible," sighed Legolas, hugging the broad chest and licking the salty skin of Glorfindel's belly. "Are you?"

"Aye. We've done it haven't we?" he continued. "Took all that was most pleasing from both lives and combined them here and now."

"So we did, yet I doubt the doing was much of ours," chuckled Legolas. "Námo probably got very tired of listening to your complaints."

"Nay, it was not my complaints but your dreams that won the Powers over," insisted Glorfindel. "I think you generated so much heat over in Aman that there will be new additions to the Valarindi in due time."

"Do you think so?" Legolas lifted his head to gaze at his beloved, amused and proud at the same time. Glorfindel's light laugh made him smile and he leaned into the hand reaching to cup his cheek. "Ah, Glorfindel, truly our love is greater than the gods."

"That I cannot refute." He kissed Legolas, drawing him back down to lie atop his chest. Soon the pair were drifting into reverie, but before they reached it a plaintive voice wafted faintly through door.

"Please, let me suck your balls." Elrond's plea rang out in seldom-heard tones of deferential ardour. "I love to suck your balls."

What Erestor had to say in response was unintelligible but fraught with frantic exhilaration. The twisted Noldorin Lords were at it again.

Finished.

NOTE: Well, I hope everyone is satisfied with the ending. Glorfindel and Legolas are healed, the four-way happened almost as in the dream, and as promised a very happy ending :D This story is dedicated to Naledi_Seren who gave me inspiring feedback on the LJ after the very first chapter. She has long been a kind supporter of whatever I write. So I am pleased to say Beautiful Dreamer would not be as much fun as it is without her input. Everyone who liked it even a little bit has her to thank. Finally, my undying gratitude for everyone who has read the tale and extra huge hugs for those who took the time to send me feedback and reviews. You are all wonderful folks and I would be lost without you.