Weakness
Title: Weakness
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel, Elladan
Prompt: Masterpiece, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 423
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Warning here for BDSMish themes. It's not really sexual in nature, but, warning anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
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The oil lamps caused the shadows to jump, to close around the young Peredhel. He shivered, sweat stinging his back, his arms and legs aching from the strain of holding a position for too long.
But Elladan was determined to master this exercise.
He hissed when his tutor's hand moved from the cleft of his buttocks along the mutilated skin of his back to grip the back of Elladan's neck. Hot breath ghosted his ear, a voice of nightmares and fantasies whispering to him.
"Have you had enough?" Glorfindel asked softly.
Elladan swallowed visibly, his hands clenching around the chains that bound him to the ceiling. "Whatever my lord wishes," he rasped, his eyes remaining closed.
Glorfindel chuckled, his hand tightening. "Your body trembles. Tell me why."
"I am sorry--"
"Do not apologize!" Glorfindel stepped away and the crop fell harshly on the already abused back. "It's weakness, Elladan, and the heir to Imladris shouldn't be weak. He shouldn't apologize, he shouldn't tremble, and he shouldn't stare at his father's confidante with lust."
He felt his cheeks burn. He hadn't known Glorfindel had seen him looking at Erestor like that.
"Tell me why your body is trembling," Glorfindel repeated, punctuating the word 'trembling' with another strike of the crop.
Elladan's breath was ragged, his eyes burning. "Because I am weak."
"Why are you weak?" Again, each word was said with a whipping.
"Because I have the blood of Man in my veins."
"And how will you overcome that?"
"Harden my spirit, deaden my heart."
Though Elladan couldn't see, Glorfindel's full lips curved into a pleased, dark smile. His eyes, shadowed and troubled, looked over the pattern of bruises, welts, and shallow cuts his last hour with his captor's eldest son had resulted in.
"Yes. Harden your spirit. Deaden your heart. Just like your father." Glorfindel pressed his clothed chest to Elladan's back. The young Half-elf tensed, tried to arch away, but his bonds prevented it. Glorfindel rested his hands on Elladan's hips, smiling ferally. "You are my masterpiece, Elladan. Agile. Cunning. Beautiful. Do not disappoint me by falling prey to the pull of the heart. If you want to slake your needs then take him, but discard him quickly."
Elladan relaxed, his whole body thrumming, aware of Glorfindel in a new sense. "And if I want to slake my needs with you? Take you and discard you?" he breathed.
Glorfindel laughed, a sharp, sinister edge to it. "Oh, precious boy," he said thickly. "I give myself to none, and I rule all."
End
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel, Elladan
Prompt: Masterpiece, 50_darkfics
Word Count: 423
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Warning here for BDSMish themes. It's not really sexual in nature, but, warning anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
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The oil lamps caused the shadows to jump, to close around the young Peredhel. He shivered, sweat stinging his back, his arms and legs aching from the strain of holding a position for too long.
But Elladan was determined to master this exercise.
He hissed when his tutor's hand moved from the cleft of his buttocks along the mutilated skin of his back to grip the back of Elladan's neck. Hot breath ghosted his ear, a voice of nightmares and fantasies whispering to him.
"Have you had enough?" Glorfindel asked softly.
Elladan swallowed visibly, his hands clenching around the chains that bound him to the ceiling. "Whatever my lord wishes," he rasped, his eyes remaining closed.
Glorfindel chuckled, his hand tightening. "Your body trembles. Tell me why."
"I am sorry--"
"Do not apologize!" Glorfindel stepped away and the crop fell harshly on the already abused back. "It's weakness, Elladan, and the heir to Imladris shouldn't be weak. He shouldn't apologize, he shouldn't tremble, and he shouldn't stare at his father's confidante with lust."
He felt his cheeks burn. He hadn't known Glorfindel had seen him looking at Erestor like that.
"Tell me why your body is trembling," Glorfindel repeated, punctuating the word 'trembling' with another strike of the crop.
Elladan's breath was ragged, his eyes burning. "Because I am weak."
"Why are you weak?" Again, each word was said with a whipping.
"Because I have the blood of Man in my veins."
"And how will you overcome that?"
"Harden my spirit, deaden my heart."
Though Elladan couldn't see, Glorfindel's full lips curved into a pleased, dark smile. His eyes, shadowed and troubled, looked over the pattern of bruises, welts, and shallow cuts his last hour with his captor's eldest son had resulted in.
"Yes. Harden your spirit. Deaden your heart. Just like your father." Glorfindel pressed his clothed chest to Elladan's back. The young Half-elf tensed, tried to arch away, but his bonds prevented it. Glorfindel rested his hands on Elladan's hips, smiling ferally. "You are my masterpiece, Elladan. Agile. Cunning. Beautiful. Do not disappoint me by falling prey to the pull of the heart. If you want to slake your needs then take him, but discard him quickly."
Elladan relaxed, his whole body thrumming, aware of Glorfindel in a new sense. "And if I want to slake my needs with you? Take you and discard you?" he breathed.
Glorfindel laughed, a sharp, sinister edge to it. "Oh, precious boy," he said thickly. "I give myself to none, and I rule all."
End