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Peredhel - Half-Elf

melethen - my love

Hingelin - green-eyes

meldir - friend (m)

mellonen - my friend

Meleth Vreg: Wild Love

Beta: Larien

chapter five

Thranduil stole through the quiet halls, most of the inhabitant still sleeping in the pre-dawn. He had been gone for three turns of the sun. Beside him, on feet just as silent as the Elf's, was the emerald-eyed wolf. His companion. His protector. They had hunted in the wilds and Thranduil had lost himself to the animal, blissfully unaware of his deeds to the Lord of Gondolin. But, thought had returned to him and, before the sun rose on the fourth day, Thranduil slipped into his halls and made his way back to his chambers.

He was nude and covered in mud and blood; his hair was matted and dull. The door to his chamber was ajar and he eased himself inside, his wolf-companion close behind him. Thranduil sniffed at the air of the room and his eyes fixed on the gold silk spilling from his den. Glorfindel lay sleeping beneath the overturned bed. He stood staring at the slumbering form for long minutes, his attention only broken when the wolf growled.

Thranduil spun around, coming face to face with the Half-Elf. Elrond brought a finger up to his lips and motioned for Thranduil to follow him. The Elf-lord walked away from the King and entered the bathing chamber. It was then that Thranduil smelled the clean scent of herbs and water. The wolf whined slightly and padded after Elrond, and Thranduil joined them in the small room. Elrond closed the door behind him and pointed to the deep basin filled with steaming water.

"Get in."

He raised an eyebrow at the command, but the grim set of Elrond's face told him that the Peredhel was serious. Thranduil stepped in, hissing slightly as the hot water lapped at the myriad of scrapes and gashes about his person.

"Serves you right, you petulant child." Elrond removed his robes, standing only in his leggings, and picked up a pitcher. "Now, be still."

"I am no child!" Thranduil argued, but was quickly silenced when Elrond poured water over his dirty head.

"Only a child runs from a problem, Thranduil."

Thranduil glowered, though Elrond could not see his face. He was quickly and efficiently shampooed. One could tell Elrond was a father. "Did I hurt him?"

Elrond ran the comb through the oiled locks, intent on dematting the mess. "You know you did."

The Wolf-King drew his legs up and rested his chin on his knees. He could lose himself to the soothing rhythm of Elrond's touch, but he needed to know what he had done. "How badly?"

"He could not walk the first day, the pain was so great. He still cannot ride. I have given him a sleeping draught. He has been waiting here for your return." Elrond's voice was quiet, but the tone was firm and cold. Thranduil had injured his friend in a most intimate way and left him; the Peredhel was angry. "The only reason I am not prepared for a Kinslaying is because he tells us that you did not force yourself on him, but that he consented."

"'Us'?" Thranduil asked, his face flushing with humiliation.

"Aye. Legolas and I are the only two to know what happened in that clearing." Elrond put the comb down and picked up the sponge, adding soap oil to it. "You will have to uncurl yourself so that I may clean the rest of this filth from you, Thranduil. You are an Elf -- begin acting like one."

Thranduil looked at him sharply. "I am no Elf."

"Then what are you?" Elrond asked, scrubbing at the King's chest.

He looked away and focused his vision on the large grey wolf that watched him intently. "I do not know," he whispered.

"You are an Elf, one of the Sindarin Princes of Doriath. You have a son who loves you to a fault, Thranduil, and you now have a lover who would forgive you anything. Will you give up on yourself when they have not?" Elrond stood up and dried his arms, then slipped his robe back on. "Thranduil, I have known you since the beginning of the Second Age. Many years have we been friends, as have our children. I speak to you now as that friend." He knelt next to the pool, his hem becoming damp with bath water. "You must accept this. You are what you are, for better or worse, for now until the end of Arda. Accept it. Once you accept it, you can control it."

Thranduil shook his head. "I cannot control it. I would fear for my people... for my son."

"And not for Glorfindel?"

Thranduil looked at the dingy water and sighed. "He will not remain in Mirkwood. He is your Seneschal and his place is in Imladris, not my halls."

Elrond chuckled. "I am not sure I could drag him back to the valley, Thranduil. You would not be happy, and neither would he. What purpose would that serve, my taking him from you?"

"To protect him," Thranduil said simply.

The Elf-lord shook his head and stood. "There is no need to protect Glorfindel of Gondolin, Thranduil. He could have stopped you; he can still stop you. You fear him more than he fears you." Elrond held out a large, deep green towel. "Come, Thranduil."

Obediently, the Wolf-King slipped from the bath and into the warm towel. He felt so weak, allowing his friend to coddle him like a child. But, he could not deny that the attention eased his troubled heart; he was not repulsive to Elrond, perhaps he would not be to others.

Elrond dried Thranduil's body and made one, large plait out of the King's unruly mane. "Now, go and rest," the Half-Elf said, pointing to the main room.

Thranduil turned panicked amber eyes to Elrond. "I cannot."

"He waits for you, Thranduil. Would you deny him the comfort of your presence?" Elrond raised his eyebrow in the irritating fashion that Thranduil teased him about.

"I could deny him nothing," the Sinda breathed. He gave Elrond a brief smile, one that reached his eyes, and walked further into the room with his wolf by his side.

Thranduil heard Elrond leave, and his heart raced in his chest the closer to his den he came. Glorfindel had not moved in the time he had taken to bathe, and Thranduil stopped for a moment to admire the Elf. His Elf. A smile crept onto the Wolf-King's lips and he crawled carefully into the nest beside Glorfindel. The Elda was nude, Thranduil realized, and the Sinda worried about waking him.

The great wolf curled up at their feet, at the opening to the den, and Thranduil slowly inched his way to Glorfindel's body. Soon, he was nose to nose with the Elf and his body barely touched the warmth of Glorfindel's. He was drifting into reverie when he felt the long, slender arms of his lover draw him closer.

"Have you come home?" was the sleepy question from the drugged Elf.

Thranduil could not contain the smile any longer when he heard Glorfindel refer to these halls, this room, as 'home'. "Aye, melethen, I am home."

Glorfindel nodded and brought their bodies as close together as he could. Thranduil returned the embrace and allowed himself to slip into dreams, feeling whole and sane for the first time in weeks.

"No, try it again," Elrond said, his voice as steady and even as it had been when the exercise had begun four hours ago.

One of Thranduil's smaller audience halls had been cleared of all furniture, tapestries, and ornaments. Thranduil and Elrond stood in the center of the room, four meters apart from one another; Elrond stood with his arms crossed and a serene expression carefully in place while Thranduil huffed and glared at the Peredhel in frustration.

Glorfindel and Legolas stood to the far right of the pair, leaning against the wall and offering what moral support they could. Elrond had encouraged them to attend these sessions; the Prince and Seneschal had not missed a day in the last two weeks. Legolas was still anxious, but Glorfindel's calm tempered the young Sinda's anxiety.

The final occupant of the room was one who had not left the Wolf-King's side since his return from the wilds. The wolf, lovingly named Hingelin by Glorfindel, lay on a thick pallet near the door, guarding his family.

Thranduil growled slightly and Elrond tilted his head. "We can remain here all afternoon, Thranduil. Now, again." Elrond tossed a small acorn into the air just in front of him and watched as Thranduil attempted to traverse the distance and pluck the seed from mid-air. Though the Sinda launched forward, the acorn nonetheless clattered to the stone floor, bouncing with a hollow sound and rolling to a stop near a large pile of other discarded acorns. Thranduil exhaled sharply and returned to the designated mark, clearly frustrated.

"An Elf cannot perform this task!" Elrond insisted. "You must learn to summon the power within you. It must be under your control, or it will control you. I know that it is not easy. My ancient kinsman never learned this simple lesson, either from lack of ability or lack of desire. He was destroyed as a result! I would see a better fate for you, meldir."

Elrond tossed another acorn, and again Thranduil was too slow in retrieving it. The King swore and whirled around to walk back to his starting point. However, in his haste, he accidentally slipped on one of the stray acorns. His body pitched forward as the seed flew up into the air behind him.

Glorfindel rushed forward, fully aware that he would never get to Thranduil in time to prevent the fall. He watched with a helplessness that became disbelief as Thranduil tucked his body into a ball, turning the fall into a roll. The Sinda came up on his knees and, without a pause, thrust his hand behind him, catching the flying acorn in his open palm.

Glorfindel skidded to a stop, almost spilling onto the floor himself. Legolas simply stood and gaped, while Elrond chuckled softly, clapping his hands together with delight.

"Instinct. Of course. I've been going about this all wrong. Forgive me, mellonen. Instead of pressing you to force this change upon yourself, I should have been encouraging you not to think, but yield to your new instincts. I think I know just the solution. Legolas," Elrond said with a knowing smile, "please retrieve a pair of slingshots from the armory."

Thranduil exited the bathing chamber and smiled. Glorfindel lay on the vast bed, gloriously nude, reading a book from the main library. The bed had only been in the room for a few days. He had done this as a gift to his lover; he did not think it fair for the Balrog-slayer to sleep in a wolf's den. So, Legolas had refurnished the lavish chamber and Thranduil slept in a bed once again.

Though he slept with Glorfindel, woke next to the wondrous Elf every morning, they had not been intimate since their first encounter in the woods. Glorfindel had asked, and Thranduil had declined time and time again. He did not trust himself to be gentle with the Imladris Elf. Until he could, he would not take him. He shook himself from his thoughts and crawled into bed beside the Elda.

"Would it be a waste of time for me to ask for you to make love with me, Thranduil?" Glorfindel asked, never looking up from his book.

He slid between the sheets and sighed. "I have told you, melethen, I do not desire to hurt you. Once was far more than enough for me."

Thranduil felt Glorfindel shift on the bed and then the heavy warmth of the Elda's body was on top of him. "Then let me control it."

"I love you, Glorfindel, but I will not permit you to take me." It was something they had never discussed, but there was that beast in Thranduil's breast that screamed and thrashed at the idea of being taken by the Elf.

Glorfindel captured the King's mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling back and chuckling. "I did not say I wanted to take you, Thranduil. I said, give me control. Nothing more than control."

Their eyes locked, topaz and sapphire, before Thranduil nodded slightly. Glorfindel kissed him softly, running his hands up Thranduil's arms. Before the Wolf-King could protest, he found his hands bound securely to the headboard. "Glorfindel?" he asked, ashamed that his voice had taken on a note of panic.

"Elrond teaches you to control the beast; I shall teach you not to fear it." Glorfindel pulled the sheet from Thranduil's body and straddled the Wolf-King's thighs. The Sinda was already partially aroused and his ample length rested heavily against his belly.

"Glorfindel," he whispered, his body trembling slightly. "Release me."

Glorfindel brought his lips to Thranduil's chest and licked across to a pert nipple. "Nay, my Lord. I have long forgiven you, now you must forgive yourself."

Thranduil groaned when teeth gently bit into his flesh and he felt his arousal become firm and ready. Glorfindel looked up, his eyes burning with an intensity Thranduil had yet to witness. "I do not believe we will have time this night for long play. It has been many days for us both and I desire to feel you in me."

The words enflamed Thranduil and he felt that tug, that burning deep inside his being that warned of the wolf's waking. "Glorfindel..."

The Elda ignored him and reached over to the bedside table. Glorfindel took the cut crystal phial in his hand and smiled seductively at the prone King. "I do not fear you. I can sense it, my Lord." Glorfindel lay across Thranduil's chest, bringing his lips close to the King's ear. "Rising and clawing its way forth," he whispered, sending delicious chills through the Sinda's body. "Do not fear it." A nip to his ear and Glorfindel's warm breath was gone.

Thranduil watched Glorfindel coat his hand in the thick liquid. He felt a deep, rumbling growl begin in his chest. His eyes were focused on Glorfindel preparing himself, sliding two fingers into the tight passage. His wrists began to ache with the strain he was placing on them, fighting the bonds. Glorfindel dripped oil onto the King's straining arousal, causing Thranduil to hiss and buck against the Elda.

Glorfindel chuckled and shifted forward, wrapping his slick hand around Thranduil's length. "Are you ready, melethen?" the golden Elf asked, his eyes indigo with lust.

The Wolf-King barely nodded, still pulling against the bonds that held him. Glorfindel lowered himself, slowly easing the Sinda's erection into his body. Thranduil's eyes closed and he began to pant; the tightness of his lover was overwhelming. Glorfindel rocked gently, settling into a languid pace.

Thranduil felt the swell of the wolf suddenly; the need to possess the being riding him was intense. His eyes shot open, and a loud, feral growl escaped his throat. His bonds snapped and he sat up, his clawed fingers reaching for Glorfindel's throat. To his surprise, though, his hands were slammed back against the headboard. Glorfindel had anticipated his movement and caught his wrists with a swiftness that perhaps no other Elf in Arda could have matched.

"I am in control, my King. How does that make you feel?" Glorfindel taunted.

"Release me!" Thranduil growled.

Glorfindel pressed his body down against the Sinda, causing them both to groan. "Answer my question!" he demanded. "How does that make you feel?"

The angry haze in Thranduil's eyes wavered as he forced himself to consider his lover's question. "I feel... panicked," he grunted between halting breaths. "Trapped. Caged."

"Of course you do," the Elda continued, soothingly. He began rotating his hips, moving in slow circles around Thranduil's shaft. "You know I will not harm you, though. Is it so terrible to be where you are?"

Glorfindel's prodding had prompted Thranduil to interject rational thought upon his situation. As he did so, he felt the anger recede within him, the animal instincts being repressed. "No," he finally said, "it is not that terrible at all."

The Elda released his lover's wrists, and the King gripped his hips, urging him into a faster rhythm. Glorfindel complied, rocking on his feet to pull Thranduil ever closer to his release. As the pace intensified, he could see Thranduil's lips moving around clenched teeth.

"...lassë, lassé, lassen, lassëo, lasséva, lassessë, lassenna, lassello, lassenen, lasses..." the Sinda was repeating. Glorfindel almost laughed out loud. To keep his mind on rational things in order to keep the beast at bay, Thranduil was conjugating all forms of the Quenya word for 'leaf'. The Elda redoubled his efforts, intent on moving Thranduil to completion before the King was forced to resort to the various plural forms.

For a leaf. Of a leaf. To a leaf. Thranduil concentrated on the logical progression of tense rather than the growing tingle in his stomach and loins. It might not have been the most pleasurable thing to focus on, but he was able to remain in control. Then Glorfindel leaned back and clenched his inner muscles around Thranduil's length, and the King not only forgot his Quenya, but also could not quite remember what a leaf was, or where he might find one.

The amber eyes flashed again; the Sinda was fully awash in the sensations of his orgasm. Thranduil's hands spasmed, driving the claw-like nails into Glorfindel's hips. The Seneschal grabbed Thranduil's wrists and pried them away from his skin, speaking soothingly to the King until the waves of passion subsided.

Later, in the post-coital lethargy, Thranduil voiced the thing that had finally brought him back to himself. "Why is it that you have never shown any fear of me?"

Glorfindel lifted his head from Thranduil's chest where he was resting. "You must remember, melethen, that I faced down a Balrog of Morgoth long before I stared into your yellow eyes. And of the two, you are by far the more attractive."

Thranduil laughed -- something he had not done so enthusiastically in months. He pulled Glorfindel closer, wrapping his arms tighter around the Elda. He felt his lover's arousal stirring, reminding him that Glorfindel had not found his release during their earlier lovemaking. "You hunger still, my Lord," he murmured as he kissed the top of Glorfindel's head.

"Aye."

"Then let me see what I can do to quench that hunger. I had not realized how out of practice my Quenya was until this night, after all."

Now it was Glorfindel's turn to laugh, and it was only Thranduil's warm mouth covering his that urged him into silence.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next Translations Peredhel - Half-Elf melethen - my love Hingelin - green-eyes meldir - friend (m) mellonen - my friend		Meleth Vreg: Wild Love Beta: Larien chapter five Thranduil stole through the quiet halls, most of the inhabitant still sleeping in the pre-dawn. He had been gone for three turns of the sun. Beside him, on feet just as silent as the Elf's, was the emerald-eyed wolf. His companion. His protector. They had hunted in the wilds and Thranduil had lost himself to the animal, blissfully unaware of his deeds to the Lord of Gondolin. But, thought had returned to him and, before the sun rose on the fourth day, Thranduil slipped into his halls and made his way back to his chambers. He was nude and covered in mud and blood; his hair was matted and dull. The door to his chamber was ajar and he eased himself inside, his wolf-companion close behind him. Thranduil sniffed at the air of the room and his eyes fixed on the gold silk spilling from his den. Glorfindel lay sleeping beneath the overturned bed. He stood staring at the slumbering form for long minutes, his attention only broken when the wolf growled. Thranduil spun around, coming face to face with the Half-Elf. Elrond brought a finger up to his lips and motioned for Thranduil to follow him. The Elf-lord walked away from the King and entered the bathing chamber. It was then that Thranduil smelled the clean scent of herbs and water. The wolf whined slightly and padded after Elrond, and Thranduil joined them in the small room. Elrond closed the door behind him and pointed to the deep basin filled with steaming water. "Get in." He raised an eyebrow at the command, but the grim set of Elrond's face told him that the Peredhel was serious. Thranduil stepped in, hissing slightly as the hot water lapped at the myriad of scrapes and gashes about his person. "Serves you right, you petulant child." Elrond removed his robes, standing only in his leggings, and picked up a pitcher. "Now, be still." "I am no child!" Thranduil argued, but was quickly silenced when Elrond poured water over his dirty head. "Only a child runs from a problem, Thranduil." Thranduil glowered, though Elrond could not see his face. He was quickly and efficiently shampooed. One could tell Elrond was a father. "Did I hurt him?" Elrond ran the comb through the oiled locks, intent on dematting the mess. "You know you did." The Wolf-King drew his legs up and rested his chin on his knees. He could lose himself to the soothing rhythm of Elrond's touch, but he needed to know what he had done. "How badly?" "He could not walk the first day, the pain was so great. He still cannot ride. I have given him a sleeping draught. He has been waiting here for your return." Elrond's voice was quiet, but the tone was firm and cold. Thranduil had injured his friend in a most intimate way and left him; the Peredhel was angry. "The only reason I am not prepared for a Kinslaying is because he tells us that you did not force yourself on him, but that he consented." "'Us'?" Thranduil asked, his face flushing with humiliation. "Aye. Legolas and I are the only two to know what happened in that clearing." Elrond put the comb down and picked up the sponge, adding soap oil to it. "You will have to uncurl yourself so that I may clean the rest of this filth from you, Thranduil. You are an Elf -- begin acting like one." Thranduil looked at him sharply. "I am no Elf." "Then what are you?" Elrond asked, scrubbing at the King's chest. He looked away and focused his vision on the large grey wolf that watched him intently. "I do not know," he whispered. "You are an Elf, one of the Sindarin Princes of Doriath. You have a son who loves you to a fault, Thranduil, and you now have a lover who would forgive you anything. Will you give up on yourself when they have not?" Elrond stood up and dried his arms, then slipped his robe back on. "Thranduil, I have known you since the beginning of the Second Age. Many years have we been friends, as have our children. I speak to you now as that friend." He knelt next to the pool, his hem becoming damp with bath water. "You must accept this. You are what you are, for better or worse, for now until the end of Arda. Accept it. Once you accept it, you can control it." Thranduil shook his head. "I cannot control it. I would fear for my people... for my son." "And not for Glorfindel?" Thranduil looked at the dingy water and sighed. "He will not remain in Mirkwood. He is your Seneschal and his place is in Imladris, not my halls." Elrond chuckled. "I am not sure I could drag him back to the valley, Thranduil. You would not be happy, and neither would he. What purpose would that serve, my taking him from you?" "To protect him," Thranduil said simply. The Elf-lord shook his head and stood. "There is no need to protect Glorfindel of Gondolin, Thranduil. He could have stopped you; he can still stop you. You fear him more than he fears you." Elrond held out a large, deep green towel. "Come, Thranduil." Obediently, the Wolf-King slipped from the bath and into the warm towel. He felt so weak, allowing his friend to coddle him like a child. But, he could not deny that the attention eased his troubled heart; he was not repulsive to Elrond, perhaps he would not be to others. Elrond dried Thranduil's body and made one, large plait out of the King's unruly mane. "Now, go and rest," the Half-Elf said, pointing to the main room. Thranduil turned panicked amber eyes to Elrond. "I cannot." "He waits for you, Thranduil. Would you deny him the comfort of your presence?" Elrond raised his eyebrow in the irritating fashion that Thranduil teased him about. "I could deny him nothing," the Sinda breathed. He gave Elrond a brief smile, one that reached his eyes, and walked further into the room with his wolf by his side. Thranduil heard Elrond leave, and his heart raced in his chest the closer to his den he came. Glorfindel had not moved in the time he had taken to bathe, and Thranduil stopped for a moment to admire the Elf. His Elf. A smile crept onto the Wolf-King's lips and he crawled carefully into the nest beside Glorfindel. The Elda was nude, Thranduil realized, and the Sinda worried about waking him. The great wolf curled up at their feet, at the opening to the den, and Thranduil slowly inched his way to Glorfindel's body. Soon, he was nose to nose with the Elf and his body barely touched the warmth of Glorfindel's. He was drifting into reverie when he felt the long, slender arms of his lover draw him closer. "Have you come home?" was the sleepy question from the drugged Elf. Thranduil could not contain the smile any longer when he heard Glorfindel refer to these halls, this room, as 'home'. "Aye, melethen, I am home." Glorfindel nodded and brought their bodies as close together as he could. Thranduil returned the embrace and allowed himself to slip into dreams, feeling whole and sane for the first time in weeks. "No, try it again," Elrond said, his voice as steady and even as it had been when the exercise had begun four hours ago. One of Thranduil's smaller audience halls had been cleared of all furniture, tapestries, and ornaments. Thranduil and Elrond stood in the center of the room, four meters apart from one another; Elrond stood with his arms crossed and a serene expression carefully in place while Thranduil huffed and glared at the Peredhel in frustration. Glorfindel and Legolas stood to the far right of the pair, leaning against the wall and offering what moral support they could. Elrond had encouraged them to attend these sessions; the Prince and Seneschal had not missed a day in the last two weeks. Legolas was still anxious, but Glorfindel's calm tempered the young Sinda's anxiety. The final occupant of the room was one who had not left the Wolf-King's side since his return from the wilds. The wolf, lovingly named Hingelin by Glorfindel, lay on a thick pallet near the door, guarding his family. Thranduil growled slightly and Elrond tilted his head. "We can remain here all afternoon, Thranduil. Now, again." Elrond tossed a small acorn into the air just in front of him and watched as Thranduil attempted to traverse the distance and pluck the seed from mid-air. Though the Sinda launched forward, the acorn nonetheless clattered to the stone floor, bouncing with a hollow sound and rolling to a stop near a large pile of other discarded acorns. Thranduil exhaled sharply and returned to the designated mark, clearly frustrated. "An Elf cannot perform this task!" Elrond insisted. "You must learn to summon the power within you. It must be under your control, or it will control you. I know that it is not easy. My ancient kinsman never learned this simple lesson, either from lack of ability or lack of desire. He was destroyed as a result! I would see a better fate for you, meldir." Elrond tossed another acorn, and again Thranduil was too slow in retrieving it. The King swore and whirled around to walk back to his starting point. However, in his haste, he accidentally slipped on one of the stray acorns. His body pitched forward as the seed flew up into the air behind him. Glorfindel rushed forward, fully aware that he would never get to Thranduil in time to prevent the fall. He watched with a helplessness that became disbelief as Thranduil tucked his body into a ball, turning the fall into a roll. The Sinda came up on his knees and, without a pause, thrust his hand behind him, catching the flying acorn in his open palm. Glorfindel skidded to a stop, almost spilling onto the floor himself. Legolas simply stood and gaped, while Elrond chuckled softly, clapping his hands together with delight. "Instinct. Of course. I've been going about this all wrong. Forgive me, mellonen. Instead of pressing you to force this change upon yourself, I should have been encouraging you not to think, but yield to your new instincts. I think I know just the solution. Legolas," Elrond said with a knowing smile, "please retrieve a pair of slingshots from the armory." Thranduil exited the bathing chamber and smiled. Glorfindel lay on the vast bed, gloriously nude, reading a book from the main library. The bed had only been in the room for a few days. He had done this as a gift to his lover; he did not think it fair for the Balrog-slayer to sleep in a wolf's den. So, Legolas had refurnished the lavish chamber and Thranduil slept in a bed once again. Though he slept with Glorfindel, woke next to the wondrous Elf every morning, they had not been intimate since their first encounter in the woods. Glorfindel had asked, and Thranduil had declined time and time again. He did not trust himself to be gentle with the Imladris Elf. Until he could, he would not take him. He shook himself from his thoughts and crawled into bed beside the Elda. "Would it be a waste of time for me to ask for you to make love with me, Thranduil?" Glorfindel asked, never looking up from his book. He slid between the sheets and sighed. "I have told you, melethen, I do not desire to hurt you. Once was far more than enough for me." Thranduil felt Glorfindel shift on the bed and then the heavy warmth of the Elda's body was on top of him. "Then let me control it." "I love you, Glorfindel, but I will not permit you to take me." It was something they had never discussed, but there was that beast in Thranduil's breast that screamed and thrashed at the idea of being taken by the Elf. Glorfindel captured the King's mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling back and chuckling. "I did not say I wanted to take you, Thranduil. I said, give me control. Nothing more than control." Their eyes locked, topaz and sapphire, before Thranduil nodded slightly. Glorfindel kissed him softly, running his hands up Thranduil's arms. Before the Wolf-King could protest, he found his hands bound securely to the headboard. "Glorfindel?" he asked, ashamed that his voice had taken on a note of panic. "Elrond teaches you to control the beast; I shall teach you not to fear it." Glorfindel pulled the sheet from Thranduil's body and straddled the Wolf-King's thighs. The Sinda was already partially aroused and his ample length rested heavily against his belly. "Glorfindel," he whispered, his body trembling slightly. "Release me." Glorfindel brought his lips to Thranduil's chest and licked across to a pert nipple. "Nay, my Lord. I have long forgiven you, now you must forgive yourself." Thranduil groaned when teeth gently bit into his flesh and he felt his arousal become firm and ready. Glorfindel looked up, his eyes burning with an intensity Thranduil had yet to witness. "I do not believe we will have time this night for long play. It has been many days for us both and I desire to feel you in me." The words enflamed Thranduil and he felt that tug, that burning deep inside his being that warned of the wolf's waking. "Glorfindel..." The Elda ignored him and reached over to the bedside table. Glorfindel took the cut crystal phial in his hand and smiled seductively at the prone King. "I do not fear you. I can sense it, my Lord." Glorfindel lay across Thranduil's chest, bringing his lips close to the King's ear. "Rising and clawing its way forth," he whispered, sending delicious chills through the Sinda's body. "Do not fear it." A nip to his ear and Glorfindel's warm breath was gone. Thranduil watched Glorfindel coat his hand in the thick liquid. He felt a deep, rumbling growl begin in his chest. His eyes were focused on Glorfindel preparing himself, sliding two fingers into the tight passage. His wrists began to ache with the strain he was placing on them, fighting the bonds. Glorfindel dripped oil onto the King's straining arousal, causing Thranduil to hiss and buck against the Elda. Glorfindel chuckled and shifted forward, wrapping his slick hand around Thranduil's length. "Are you ready, melethen?" the golden Elf asked, his eyes indigo with lust. The Wolf-King barely nodded, still pulling against the bonds that held him. Glorfindel lowered himself, slowly easing the Sinda's erection into his body. Thranduil's eyes closed and he began to pant; the tightness of his lover was overwhelming. Glorfindel rocked gently, settling into a languid pace. Thranduil felt the swell of the wolf suddenly; the need to possess the being riding him was intense. His eyes shot open, and a loud, feral growl escaped his throat. His bonds snapped and he sat up, his clawed fingers reaching for Glorfindel's throat. To his surprise, though, his hands were slammed back against the headboard. Glorfindel had anticipated his movement and caught his wrists with a swiftness that perhaps no other Elf in Arda could have matched. "I am in control, my King. How does that make you feel?" Glorfindel taunted. "Release me!" Thranduil growled. Glorfindel pressed his body down against the Sinda, causing them both to groan. "Answer my question!" he demanded. "How does that make you feel?" The angry haze in Thranduil's eyes wavered as he forced himself to consider his lover's question. "I feel... panicked," he grunted between halting breaths. "Trapped. Caged." "Of course you do," the Elda continued, soothingly. He began rotating his hips, moving in slow circles around Thranduil's shaft. "You know I will not harm you, though. Is it so terrible to be where you are?" Glorfindel's prodding had prompted Thranduil to interject rational thought upon his situation. As he did so, he felt the anger recede within him, the animal instincts being repressed. "No," he finally said, "it is not that terrible at all." The Elda released his lover's wrists, and the King gripped his hips, urging him into a faster rhythm. Glorfindel complied, rocking on his feet to pull Thranduil ever closer to his release. As the pace intensified, he could see Thranduil's lips moving around clenched teeth. "...lassë, lassé, lassen, lassëo, lasséva, lassessë, lassenna, lassello, lassenen, lasses..." the Sinda was repeating. Glorfindel almost laughed out loud. To keep his mind on rational things in order to keep the beast at bay, Thranduil was conjugating all forms of the Quenya word for 'leaf'. The Elda redoubled his efforts, intent on moving Thranduil to completion before the King was forced to resort to the various plural forms. For a leaf. Of a leaf. To a leaf. Thranduil concentrated on the logical progression of tense rather than the growing tingle in his stomach and loins. It might not have been the most pleasurable thing to focus on, but he was able to remain in control. Then Glorfindel leaned back and clenched his inner muscles around Thranduil's length, and the King not only forgot his Quenya, but also could not quite remember what a leaf was, or where he might find one. The amber eyes flashed again; the Sinda was fully awash in the sensations of his orgasm. Thranduil's hands spasmed, driving the claw-like nails into Glorfindel's hips. The Seneschal grabbed Thranduil's wrists and pried them away from his skin, speaking soothingly to the King until the waves of passion subsided. Later, in the post-coital lethargy, Thranduil voiced the thing that had finally brought him back to himself. "Why is it that you have never shown any fear of me?" Glorfindel lifted his head from Thranduil's chest where he was resting. "You must remember, melethen, that I faced down a Balrog of Morgoth long before I stared into your yellow eyes. And of the two, you are by far the more attractive." Thranduil laughed -- something he had not done so enthusiastically in months. He pulled Glorfindel closer, wrapping his arms tighter around the Elda. He felt his lover's arousal stirring, reminding him that Glorfindel had not found his release during their earlier lovemaking. "You hunger still, my Lord," he murmured as he kissed the top of Glorfindel's head. "Aye." "Then let me see what I can do to quench that hunger. I had not realized how out of practice my Quenya was until this night, after all." Now it was Glorfindel's turn to laugh, and it was only Thranduil's warm mouth covering his that urged him into silence.