One Day
Title: One Day
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel/Thranduil
Prompt: Branded/Branding
Word Count: 527
Rating: R
Author's Notes: For both 50kinkyways and 50_darkfics.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
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He shed his clothing, watching the young King spread out on the bed. Glorfindel's lips curved into a something akin to a smile, but Thranduil thought it was more of a grimace. Was this such a chore for the warrior? Thrandiul frowned, sitting up on his knees. His own golden hair swept his buttocks, and before he realized it, Glorfindel was behind him, hand twisted into the tresses.
"This game of seduction has gone on long enough, don't you think, Thranduil?" he hissed against the pointed ear. "I suppose it wasn't too terrible; you are young yet and will improve your skills."
The fingers of Glorfindel's free hand traced the cleft of Thranduil's backside, and the King stilled. His whole body stiffened. "No--I thought--" but his protest was silenced when Glorfindel's mouth latched onto his throat. With his mouth open wide, he bit into the warm skin, sucking as he did so. Thranduil sunk back against Glorfindel with a loud groan, suddenly willing to do whatever the reborn Elf wanted.
"You thought I would be yours tonight?" Glorfindel breathed, chuckling as his fingers quested. His tongue swept over the blossoming mark. "No, I don't think so, Thranduil. I've branded you tonight, and in the years to come, you'll remember this night and regret."
His fingers touched, stroked, moved, and Thranduil's mind was filled with the fog of arousal. That was all that mattered: not future regret, not present apprehension. Only the need he felt building.
Candle flames were snuffed, then slickness, hardness, grunting in the darkness.
A fog of lust.
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He lit the oil lamp, the wick low, and looked over at Glorfindel. The Elf slept, and Thranduil's blue eyes took the moment to look over the body that had ravaged him the previous night. He tilted his head, gaze curious, as he focused on an old scar on Glorfindel's left breast.
The skin shiny, like a burn...
Thranduil reached out to touch it, the symbol in the centre so familiar to him...
Glorfindel's eyes filled with awareness and he grasped Thranduil's wrist before his fingers could touch him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned in a low voice. "My scars are none of your concern."
"But..." Thranduil again looked at the brand again, then it struck him. Where he had seen it before. "That is Lord Elrond's seal!" he cried with honest horror. Had he just bedded the Lord of Imladris' lover?
As if reading the thought, Glorfindel scoffed and stood, yanking on his breeches. "He is no lover to me. Neither is he friend."
"What is he then?" Thranduil whispered, all his youth in his eyes at that moment.
Glorfindel tossed him another one of those dark grins, lacing his tunic quickly. "He is my lord and master. One day, that will make sense to you."
"I want it to make sense now!"
"The impatience of youth." Glorfindel picked up his boots and opened the chamber door, his eyes dark with painful memories. "Everything has to be known or had immediately. It's partly why last night ended as quickly as it did," he said before closing the door, the barb filled with venom and cruel amusement.
The End
Author: Kellan Brodie
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Beta: Alcie
Characters: Glorfindel/Thranduil
Prompt: Branded/Branding
Word Count: 527
Rating: R
Author's Notes: For both 50kinkyways and 50_darkfics.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but they are fun to play with.
---
He shed his clothing, watching the young King spread out on the bed. Glorfindel's lips curved into a something akin to a smile, but Thranduil thought it was more of a grimace. Was this such a chore for the warrior? Thrandiul frowned, sitting up on his knees. His own golden hair swept his buttocks, and before he realized it, Glorfindel was behind him, hand twisted into the tresses.
"This game of seduction has gone on long enough, don't you think, Thranduil?" he hissed against the pointed ear. "I suppose it wasn't too terrible; you are young yet and will improve your skills."
The fingers of Glorfindel's free hand traced the cleft of Thranduil's backside, and the King stilled. His whole body stiffened. "No--I thought--" but his protest was silenced when Glorfindel's mouth latched onto his throat. With his mouth open wide, he bit into the warm skin, sucking as he did so. Thranduil sunk back against Glorfindel with a loud groan, suddenly willing to do whatever the reborn Elf wanted.
"You thought I would be yours tonight?" Glorfindel breathed, chuckling as his fingers quested. His tongue swept over the blossoming mark. "No, I don't think so, Thranduil. I've branded you tonight, and in the years to come, you'll remember this night and regret."
His fingers touched, stroked, moved, and Thranduil's mind was filled with the fog of arousal. That was all that mattered: not future regret, not present apprehension. Only the need he felt building.
Candle flames were snuffed, then slickness, hardness, grunting in the darkness.
A fog of lust.
---
He lit the oil lamp, the wick low, and looked over at Glorfindel. The Elf slept, and Thranduil's blue eyes took the moment to look over the body that had ravaged him the previous night. He tilted his head, gaze curious, as he focused on an old scar on Glorfindel's left breast.
The skin shiny, like a burn...
Thranduil reached out to touch it, the symbol in the centre so familiar to him...
Glorfindel's eyes filled with awareness and he grasped Thranduil's wrist before his fingers could touch him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned in a low voice. "My scars are none of your concern."
"But..." Thranduil again looked at the brand again, then it struck him. Where he had seen it before. "That is Lord Elrond's seal!" he cried with honest horror. Had he just bedded the Lord of Imladris' lover?
As if reading the thought, Glorfindel scoffed and stood, yanking on his breeches. "He is no lover to me. Neither is he friend."
"What is he then?" Thranduil whispered, all his youth in his eyes at that moment.
Glorfindel tossed him another one of those dark grins, lacing his tunic quickly. "He is my lord and master. One day, that will make sense to you."
"I want it to make sense now!"
"The impatience of youth." Glorfindel picked up his boots and opened the chamber door, his eyes dark with painful memories. "Everything has to be known or had immediately. It's partly why last night ended as quickly as it did," he said before closing the door, the barb filled with venom and cruel amusement.
The End