Fic: Bling 3/5

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Series: Bling
Title: Stuck 3/5
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Chloe Amethyst
Type: LOTR FCS
Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor, Lord Elrond, Haldir (mentioned), Elrohir, Elladan
Disclaimer: The world of LOTR belongs, in its entirety, to Master Tolkien and his heirs. This is simple fan fiction.
Warnings: Completely AU, Silliness, Slash (male/male), Sex (spoken of, hinted at, but not described)

Summary: Glorfindel learns that no good deed goes unpunished. The twins get an eyeful.


Bling

Chapter 3: Stuck

Lord Elrond rushed back to the healing wing just in time to hear Erestor voice the opinion that he was well enough to leave. As he had expected, Erestor was about ready to make a break for it.

“Settle down, Erestor. I am going to take care of your back before letting you go anywhere.” The slices left by the dagger were superficial. Some of the slashes left by the silver tipped whip were not. For the most part it looked worse than it was, but three were truly bad wounds that would require stitches.

Lord Elrond winced in sympathy a few times as he cleaned the wounds. “I am going to have to apply stitches to three places. There is no other way. I know you hate to be drugged, and especially after tonight. However, I want you to drink a sip or two of this herbal tea. It will make you drowsy, but will cut the pain. I can’t have you moving when I am trying to stitch you up.”

Erestor didn’t have to be asked twice. The thought of Lord Elrond taking a needle to his back was enough to convince him to drink anything. It was a few minutes before the effects began to take hold. When they did though, Erestor closed his eyes and relaxed. His back was almost numb.

It didn’t take Lord Elrond long to stitch up the wounds. Once that was done, he placed salve on the minor cuts and declared him fit to leave, but with a stern warning. “For the next two days, be careful not to get your stitches wet. I also want you to avoid bending as much as possible. If you do something that causes those stitches to rip, I will confine you to bed until every cut on your back is healed.”

“No need to get nasty about it. I will be careful.” Erestor said on his way out the door.

-- -- -- --

Indeed, Erestor was true to his word. Because of his back, he only wore leggings the next day. That meant that he couldn’t go to work or even the dining hall. Instead, he stayed in his quarters and relaxed. After work Glorfindel paid him a visit.

“You look much better than the last time I saw you.” remarked Glorfindel. “Are you alright? No hard feelings?”

Erestor mumbled an unintelligible response. This was probably a good thing, as the question had not elicited particularly kind thoughts. However, the nervous expression on Glorfindel’s face betrayed that the warrior really was concerned.

“You were doing your job, just as I was doing mine. There are no hard feelings. However, had you asked that same question a few hours ago when Lord Elrond took a needle to my back, the answer might not have been the same. Your timing is impeccable.”

Glorfindel stepped closer. “I brought a little get well gift.” He held out a small box. “I wanted to replace it.”

“I didn’t expect a gift.” Erestor grinned. He opened the box to find a tiny half loop for his piercing. “Thank you!” Then he sighed. “I don’t suppose the skin has healed over yet, but there is no way that I’m going to be able to put it on for a while. I’ve got stitches, and if I tear them Lord Elrond has threatened to confine me to bed.” It was obvious that Glorfindel didn’t understand what one thing had to do with the other. “There is bending involved.”

“Ah” Glorfindel cocked his head for a moment. “I suppose that I could put it on for you, since I am one of the elves responsible for losing the other one.”

“Um...”

“Oh, come on. I’m just fixing the piercing. You aren’t that shy.”

Erestor pursed his lips. “There is a big difference between looking and touching. That is a pretty personal area Glorfindel.”

“Well it isn’t like I haven’t seen it before. Really, all I am doing is putting this little thing in the piercing. I promise not to become aroused, if that will help.”

Erestor blushed. “I cannot believe that I am even considering this. You have to swear that you will tell nobody about this.”

Although Glorfindel’s grin was far from convincing, he said, “I promise not to tell anyone that you let me poke metal objects near your bits.”

It went against his better judgment, but Erestor nodded his assent. “This is so embarrassing. Really, I could just wait till Lord Gildor’s company pays a visit and...”

“You let Gildor down there?”

“I am going to pay Haldir back for this. It may take millennia to think of something suitable, but I will do it,” promised Erestor.

Glorfindel rolled up his sleeves. “Assume the position; hands and knees Erestor.”

Erestor slid out of his leggings, and crawled up on the bed. “I have done some crazy things in my life, but this has to rank at the top.” He felt exposed and shy. “This isn’t a good idea, Glorfindel.”

“Nonsense. We are both ellon and this isn’t about sex. Well, it sort of is, but you know what I mean.” Glorfindel took a moment to appreciate the view. “Now, spread your legs just a little more. That is good; right there.” Since he had never done anything like this before, it took a bit of maneuvering and concentration to find the right spot and angle.

When he spotted the target, Glorfindel removed the cap that would hold the jewel in place once affixed. His hands shook a little, but he was able to get the ring started through the hole. Carefully, he pushed taking great pains to keep it level rather than angling up. Then he dropped the cap that was to hold it in place. Automatically, he grabbed for it. That is when disaster struck.

“Shite!”

Suddenly, Erestor’s stomach sunk. You never want to hear somebody curse when working with body art.

“What?”

“Nothing. Don’t move.”

The reply was a little too quick to suit Erestor. “What do you mean don’t move. I am being still.”

Grumbling was followed by, “What I mean is that I’m stuck.”

“Huh?”

Squirming and more grumbling followed until Glorfindel finally answered. “Stuck, as in my ring has hung on the catch to your jewelry.”

Erestor looked over his shoulder and pursed his lips.

“Remove your ring then.”

Glorfindel was trying to do just that. “It is too tight. The catch has jammed into the metal inlay on my ring. We are well and truly stuck.”

Erestor was mortified. “How on Arda did you do that?”

The reply was unintelligible.

“Could we cut it off?” Erestor asked.

“With the right tool, sure we can cut the jewelry. But even if we had such a thing, reaching it would be problematic right now.” Glorfindel was unconvinced that Erestor had really thought that through. “Besides, do you really want me cutting on things down here?”

“Well do you have any better ideas?” said a flustered Erestor.

“Calling for help has crossed my mind.”

“No!”

Glorfindel lowered his head in defeat. “You are supposed to be one of the smartest elves in Arda. Come up with something.”

“Would oil help at all? If I can reach inside the drawer of my night stand, there is a small vial of oil that I was using on my dagger a couple of nights ago. I think that there is hand salve, too.”

Glorfindel lifted his head. “Can you reach it?”

Slowly and very carefully, they synchronized their moves till Erestor could just reach the drawer. He went down onto an elbow for better balance, and blindly fumbled around in the drawer. He tossed out two small bottles, one of which he hoped was the oil.

Luckily, the first bottle was indeed the oil. Glorfindel used his teeth to uncork it and dribbled a goodly amount over his finger. At first it looked like it would work. However, just as his knuckle was about to slide through the metal, it became stuck again.

“Ugh. Now it is worse.”

Erestor made a pitiful sound of distress.

“Erestor, we are going to have to wait for someone to pay you a visit. This simply isn’t working. Now would be a good time to begin considering just payment for Haldir.”

At first, Erestor couldn’t think of anyone who might drop by. Then it hit him. “Elrohir is coming by this evening. He is going to check on my back. I just hope he comes here before going to the Hall of Fire.”

The thought of Elrohir finding them like this was horrifying to both elves. However, neither was able to come up with an alternative. Finally they resigned themselves to finding a relatively comfortable position and waiting it out.

Almost two hours later, there was a knock on the door. “Elrohir, if that is you come on in. The door isn’t locked.”

“Are you ready?” Elrohir asked.

“Um...Are you alone?”

Casually Elrohir responded, “No, Elladan is with me. Where are you, the bedroom?”

Glorfindel muttered, “Right now, I wouldn’t care if it were Lady Galadriel herself.”

“Yes. Elladan, do you mind waiting in the living room for a second? Elrohir, we have a situation.”

The twins looked at one another. “We do?”

Erestor shook his head. “Glorfindel and I do. He is stuck.”

That is when Elrohir appeared. “Oh my.” Then he started chuckling. The longer he looked, the funnier it got. Soon he was in the throes of an uncontrollable belly laugh. Through tears of laughter he beckoned, “Elladan, come here. You’ve got to see this.”

Erestor closed his eyes, too embarrassed for words. Glorfindel glared. The twins howled. When they crowded near for a better look, it only got worse. In between peals of laughter, Elladan asked “How on Arda did you do that?”

“Glorfindel wanted to make up for a piercing bar that became lost during his tests, so he bought me a half hoop. Since I am hardly in condition to put it on and the skin will grow over soon, he decided to take care of it himself.” Erestor looked over his shoulder and said, “Do not ask me how he managed to get his ring stuck, as I have no idea.”

“I was trying to do a good thing.” was Glorfindel’s indignant reply. “Accidents happen. You can hardly fault me if it didn’t go as planned. I tried.”

Elrohir cleared his throat in an attempt to stem the laughter before investigating. “Let me have a look.” Glorfindel’s finger was getting red from swelling and it was apparent that Erestor couldn’t be comfortable either. “I will see about getting something to cut the ring off.”

Glorfindel groaned. “I really love this ring. Can’t you cut the end off of the other thing?”

“No. It might slide inside Erestor and Ada would have to cut it out.”

Erestor’s eyes got huge. “The ring be damned. I don’t want Lord Elrond cutting anything down there!”

Glorfindel sighed.

Elladan gleefully said, “The jeweler is not going to be in his shop till morning. I have a dagger though; perhaps we could take the finger. I’m sure Ada could reattach it.”

Elrohir then offered, “I bet if we asked Ada, he would have a few ideas.”

“No, there will be no telling your father! It is bad enough that you two know,” Erestor said.

“Come on Elladan. Let’s find something to cut Glorfindel's ring off.”

The twins sputtered and laughed their way toward the door. Before they walked out, Elladan was heard to say, “We could poke around the healing wing. The surgical instruments are sharp. Oh, I know. There is a saw for cutting bone. That should be able to cut that ring right off.”

Neither Glorfindel nor Erestor could vocalize their feelings in that moment. It was too bad for words. Finally Erestor whispered, “Elrohir is better with the bone saw than Elladan.” Glorfindel urgently tried the oil once again, but it was a no go.

“I have lain here for hours with the hand of one of the best looking elves in Imladris an inch from...” Erestor caught himself. He hadn’t meant to speak those thoughts.

Glorfindel smiled. “You think that I am one of the best looking elves here?”

“Yes I do, as does every other elf in Imladris. However unlike them, I have the distinction of having you in my bed and between my legs, while not feeling even the slightest bit aroused.” Erestor chuckled. “No one would believe it even were I to tell them....which I won’t.”

“I could change that for you.” Glorfindel winced. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Erestor looked over his shoulder. “It would be harder than you think at the moment.”

When the twins returned, it was not with a bone saw. Instead, they had gone to the jeweler’s quarters, and brought the elf back with them. He came in with an odd looking instrument and wearing a smile. Erestor groaned and Glorfindel tried ineffectively to hide his face.

After telling them that there was no reason to feel embarrassed and managing to keep a straight face when doing so, the jeweler made short work of Glorfindel’s ring. Before leaving, Erestor promised to raise his stipend, upgrade his quarters and enlarge his shop in return for silence. The jeweler just waved him off. He was honest enough to tell Erestor not to bother, because nobody would believe him anyway.