Story Summary:
Glorfindel grows weary of an elleth not acting on her desires and gives her another option.
Rated: NC-17
Written as a birthday present for NiRi
Warnings - sex, bdsm, kink
I planned to write a smutty Glorfindel with an elleth named Nieriel
story but then it felt like I was writing smut about NiRi herself and
him which kinda creeped me out. lol So I wrote this about a stranger so
its a complete 'self insert' 
Thanks Aearwen for beta'ing me and Viv for her input to polish it up alot.
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Feeling her eyes on him, Glorfindel peeled his tunic off slowly. His
golden hair draped over his shoulder, clinging to him; so he pulled it
back into a ponytail, taking a few moments to tie it in a strip of
leather. His skin glistening in the sun, taut biceps and intricately
carved chest muscles flexed and he ran his shirt down his rippled
belly, wiping off the sweat.
“She is watching us.” Erestor said, in an amused tone. “Or rather, she is watching you.”
“I know. She is always watching, but just watching and not acting,” his
friend answered quietly. “She needs to learn that if she wants
something, she needs to act upon her desires, not wait for them to come
to her.”
“Oh so this is a game? Glorfindel you should not toy with her affections,” Erestor scolded. “She is shy…”
Glorfindel laughed. “She is anything but shy. Besides, how is practicing with you in any way toying with her affections.”
Resting his sword arm, Erestor shook his head. “You are preening in
front of her. Stop playing games. Besides, you are wearing me out with
this ‘practice’ because you seem determined to make sure that I am the
one lying flat on my rear or almost losing a limb as you accidentally
strike too hard. If this is practice, let us practice, but if I need to
fear for my life and limb, let me know and I will be better prepared.”
A naughty grin was his only answer. Shaking his head, Erestor said, “I
am done for the day. If you wish to ‘practice’ more, ask the twins. Oh,
and in case you forgot, today is her birthday. You could do something
nice for her.”
After Erestor walked down the path leaving the clearing, Glorfindel sat
on the grass and stretched his lean body out to lie down. He closed his
eyes and listened to the sounds around him. Despite squirrels rustling
and birds chirping, he could hear her quiet footfalls. She came closer
for a moment before backing away again, staying just barely in his keen
sight. As expected, soon she withdrew completely and he was left alone.
Glorfindel sat up, frowning. This had gone on too long and he was weary
of the game. This would not do. A mischievous smile played on his lips
as a plan came to mind. Jumping up, he ran back to his room to bathe
and prepare for supper.
~*~
Entering the room, she closed the door behind her but did not light any
candles. She knew the room well enough to walk to the balcony in the
dark. Opening the doors, she allowed the crisp breeze to blow in as she
stepped outside. Her balcony had a perfect view of Glorfindel’s room
and she could not resist looking, but his room was dark. She frowned.
He had left supper early before they had even finished celebrating her
birthday, and he was not in his room. Was he with another? The thought
of it made her a little ill but she knew it was her own fault if he
was. She had not made any attempt to let her desire be known beyond
simply watching and wishing. Now she regretted it. Glorfindel could
easily have any female within Imladris, probably any within Lothlórien
or other Elven realms as well. Who was she to think that he should
chase her? But was it so wrong that she did not want to be like the
others? She wanted him to pursue her, to want her enough to come to her
and tell her of his desires. Frustrated, she left the balcony.
Reentering her room, she sensed she was no longer alone. The air
smelled differently as well. But she did not have time to analyze it.
Unseen hands grabbed her and pulled her close. Before she could make a
sound, a hand was over her mouth. Her heart began beating frantically,
but not because she was scared. Passion filled her blood as she
recognized his scent and she allowed herself to relax against
Glorfindel’s solid, and bare, chest.
“Do not scream. I will not hurt you.” His voice was husky and low,
sending goose bumps down her body. “If you do not fight me, I will
remove my hand from your mouth. Do you promise not to scream?”
She nodded and he removed his hand but soon after, he drew a piece of fabric over her eyes, tying it behind her head.
“You are always watching, always lingering in the shadows. Then when I
notice you, you skitter away. Tonight, you will use your other senses.
Your sense of smell…” He drew closer and she smelled the rich musk
scent of his hair. “…touch…” He slid his hands slowly down her arms and
pulled them back behind her. Then he moved to her waist and pulled her
tight against him, so she could feel his body. His complete nakedness
as well as his arousal caused her to gasp. “…sound…” he moaned low,
making her moan as well. “…and taste.” Spinning her around quickly, her
arms still firmly held behind her back, Glorfindel kissed her hard, his
tongue plunging into her mouth, massaging hers. She savored the taste
of his mouth. He nibbled on her lip and moved his hips to grind against
her as he now pressed her against the balcony door.
Glorfindel let her go and as she gasped for breath, he said softly, “If
you do not want this, you must say so now, but know that I will never
offer again.” She bit her lip and he knew she was wrestling with her
stubborn pride, and tempted to resist against his dominance. But in the
end, she did not speak.
After a few moments, Glorfindel ripped open the laces on the front of
her gown, pulling the velvet down over her shoulders to her elbows. Not
only did this leave her breasts bare to him, but it also restrained her
arms, leaving his hands free.
As she stood silently, Glorfindel reached out and massaged one of her
breasts gently before tugging on the already hardened nipple. She
moaned deeply, thrusting her breasts towards him. Leaning down, he drew
the other breast to his mouth, nibbling softly on the flesh before
sucking the nipple in between his lips.
“Oh Valar,” she whispered after a few minutes. She squirmed and bucked,
trying to get closer to him, wanting him to devour her. Glorfindel’s
hands and lips were demanding and urgent and she knew he sensed her
complete submission.
Glorfindel stopped and grabbing the gown, he jerked it the rest of the
way off with no care if he ripped it. Caught off guard, she swayed, and
he grabbed her arms again to steady her. He took her hand and placed it
on his arousal, groaning when she grasped it firmly, moving her hand up
and down the length of it. He nipped at her bottom lip, then kissed it
when she whimpered. His fingers moved between her legs, stroking her,
finding her already wet and ready for him. Thrusting a finger into her
sex, he moved his hips in rhythm to his fingers causing both of them to
moan.
“Please stop torturing me,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you want,” Glorfindel demanded. When she said nothing, he
slowed his movements, smiling at her whimper. Leaning down he kissed
her neck slowly, sensually. She strained to urge him to move faster,
but he held her firmly in place, even grasping her hand to prevent her
from stroking him harder. He would not be rushed until she begged for
it.
“Glorfindel, please. You know what I want and you want it too. Please…”
“Say the words,” he whispered in her ear and when she did not reply he
bit down on her neck. Plunging a second finger into her, he moved them
rhythmically until she cried out then he stopped suddenly.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you!”
“And? Tell me what you want me to do,” Glorfindel demanded again, obviously close to losing control himself.
“Oh Valar. Take me Glorfindel! Please take me. Make love to me however you wish to; just do it now! Please!”” she cried out.
Glorfindel quickly jerked her hand off him, spun her around placing her
hands against the door. He roughly grabbed her hips and in one thrust,
buried himself in her heat. She screamed and he worried he had hurt
her. Before he could ask, she began squirming against him. Reaching up
and grabbing her breasts, he tweaked her nipples as he stroked all the
way out before slamming back into her again. Throwing her head back,
she screamed in climax. Never before had she felt her body was so alive
yet at the same time, she felt near death, her heart racing so fast she
worried it would explode. He continued to pound into her, pulsating
deep within her. Even though she knew he must be close himself, he kept
pushing her to climax one more time. Reaching down, he stroked her
swollen nub with one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed her hair,
pulling her head back.
When at last she reached her peak, Glorfindel began to ride her
mercilessly. She continued to ride the wave of her climax even as he
reached his own. Both of them were moaning quite loudly without a care
if anyone heard them. Finally, he buried himself into her, pulled her
head back further so he was able to kiss her heatedly as she felt him
climax inside her.
~*~
Waking up the next morning, she was surprised to be alone in the bed.
The aches in her body, as well as various small bruises, assured her it
had not been a dream. She groaned loudly when she rose from the bed,
feeling the aches begin to throb. A night with Glorfindel was like
riding a horse nonstop for a week; a very spirited stallion that
doesn’t need much sleep and recovers way too quickly. He had definitely
lived up to the rumors. Hearing a noise on the balcony, she looked up
and smiled at the sight of him. He was casually leaning against the
doorway completely nude, his thick, golden hair loose and draped over
his shoulder. Seeing him in all his glory again, she shuddered. Her
gaze drifted down his body and she saw his desire reawakened, causing a
flutter of desire in her stomach.
“Good morning. Are you ready for breakfast?” He walked toward her and
she took a step back. She could see in his eyes that he did not mean
food. He was the hunter and she was his prey. But his touch set her on
fire. She would not watch him from the shadows anymore.
“This time, I get to be in control,” she said with a smile. Reaching over she grabbed the blindfold and he smirked.
“You must win control…”
