Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 1/?
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
I know that it took some time but here it is nevertheless, the first part of the promised sequel to Anestel. :)
Since FFN does not take NC-17 rated chapters, you will find a more complete version of this fic at adultfanfiction .net -- the exact link can be found in my profile. :)
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Legolas was impatient. He had just nursed their son who was now sleeping peacefully in his cradle next to the open window once more. Just yesterday Legolas had written another letter to his brother, and the tome of poetry Glorfindel had given to him some days ago did not tempt him anymore either after he had read most of the poems for two or three times.
There was nothing left for him to do in their chambers, and it made Legolas feel nervous. He wanted to go outside, feel the wind on his skin, breathe the fresh air, but he did not dare to do this alone. He had already spent an hour doing the exercises Thalaron had shown him which were supposed to slowly build up his mucles and return the strength to his body which he had los due to his pregnancy and all the events surrounding it, but that was already several hours past. He did not want to lie down and rest either, he had been forced by both Elrond and Glorfindel to do so during the last months and was now certain that he had slept enough to last him for the next year. But what was he supposed to do then?
Of course he could always go and find Glorfindel. The elf had told him that he needed to look up several things and so would work in the library, and Legolas was sure that the Noldo would appreciate it if he were to bring him some refreshment. Perhaps Glorfindel would allow him to go and visit Lainiell then, or at least give him some new books to read. Of course, Glorfindel might also be in the mood for a different activity altogether, but as that was an occurence Legolas had grown to expect every minute he spent with Glorfindel, that was not enough to make him stay in this room, all alone with his sleeping son and his boredom.
Yes, Legolas decided, he would go and visit Glorfindel then. One more time he stepped up to the cradle, but his son was still sleeping peacefully and so Legolas decided to leave him there. On his way out he took an apple and a pear with him, then knocked at the door on the other side of the hallway where temporarily a female elf had moved in, a Sinda named Alwaeniel. Glorfindel had chosen her to be a nurse for their son, but in fact she was only seldomly needed. Having grown up without much contact to his father and his brothers himself, Legolas was determined to keep his son as close to him as possible and so he only asked Alwaeniel to keep an eye on their son when he went for his daily exercises or - like now - wanted to visit Glorfindel. She was a gentle and friendly elf who loved children and so often cared for the young elves of Imladris when their parents had other obligations, but Legolas was still wary of all Noldor. Like so many other times he only asked her to look after his son for an hour or two and then quickly left before she could try to start a conversation with him. Still, despite his lingering distrust of all Noldorin elves he knew that he could trust her to care for Gîlríon and so he went to the library hoping to find Glorfindel in a good mood.
The library was one of the biggest rooms whose dimensions almost rivaled those of the Hall of Fire, but after all Elrond was known as a master of lore and had collected a vast array of scrolls and books from all of Middle Earth during his long years. The library was usually considered the realm of Erestor, but every time an assignment made Glorfindel spend his days at one of the old tables, foraging for a particular scroll, Erestor would find a distraction in some other part of Imladris. Today this was the case as well but still Glorfindel was not alone in the library which Legolas found out as soon as he had opened the door. Glorfindel had been amidst a conversation with Elrond, but when they heard the sound the door had made they turned around and stopped talking.
"I am sorry my lord, I did not want to disturb you!" Legolas stuttered and tried to quickly leave again, but Glorfindel's voice stopped him.
"No pen-neth, come, we were talking about you anyway..."
Legolas sighed softly and entered the library again, slowly making his way towards the table where Glorfindel and Elrond were seated.
"I just wanted to bring you something to eat.." he tried to explain, feeling a little embarassed to admit this while Elrond was watching him.
"Thank you, roch-neth... You are right, I was growing hungry since I did not think to take something to eat with me." Glorfindel smiled at Legolas and took the pear, then wrapped an arm around Legolas' waist and pulled him onto his lap which made Legolas blush and lower his eyes.
"You have regained most of your strength, haven't you, little one?" Elrond then asked, eying the body of the youth. "Thalaron told me that he wants you to join the guard's training from next week on -- one hour in the morning, one in the afternoon. I think that you are strong enough for that now, there should be no problems. If you experience any unusual pain come to me immediately, though I do not think that this will happen."
Legolas nodded meekly while Glorfindel stopped eating the pear and smiled at Legolas. "That is indeed good news! Once you are more experienced with the sword I will train you myself, but until then you will have a very good teacher in Thalaron."
"But we were talking about other things before you arrived here, cunneth..." Elrond said and gave Glorfindel an almost teasing smile before adressing his seneschal more directly. "Do you not think that he should know as well what I just told you?"
"Yes, of course, I'm sure that he will like to hear this... we were discussing your fertility, roch-neth." Glorfindel smirked when he saw Legolas blush as soon as the words had left his mouth. "You know that I will make you carry more of my children, don't you?"
Legolas nodded, not trusting his voice. Of course he knew, Glorfindel had mentioned this often enough during the first months of his stay here, but ever since he had given birth to Gîlríon the subject had not been mentioned again and so Legolas had thought that he would be granted at least a little respite. Apparently Glorfindel had decided differently though, and Legolas felt despair grow inside him. Did this really mean that his fate would be to give Glorfindel child after child until the Noldo grew weary of him?
"Right now I think that it is enough for you to look after our son and learn how to use a sword, you grew so weak during your pregnancy that I would fear for the health of a future child," Glorfindel continued and pretended not to notice the way Legolas' eyes widened with surprised relief.
"I'm not yet quite sure if the herbs a woman would use to prevent a pregnancy would work for you as well, but right now your body is not ready to conceive anyway, and I think that as long as you continue to nurse Gîlríon you will be safe. Afterwards... perhaps I will know more about your body's reacction to those herbs, or perhaps Glorfindel will want to sire another child then."
"Yes, after all I enjoy watching you grow with my child," Glorfindel mused and gently caressed Legolas now-flat stomach. "First though, you will train with our guards and grow more secure with a sword. Do not look so worried, child, I already told you that you have no say in these matters, it is for me to decide..."
"Of course, my lord..." Legolas said and lowered his head so that his hair hid him from Glorfindel's eyes. "I will concentrate on my training..."
Elrond had to try hard to stop from sending Glorfindel a knowing smirk. After all he knew why his seneschal wanted to wait, he had betrayed his true feelings when they had almost lost the young Sinda during the birth. It would not do to tease Glorfindel while Legolas was there as well, but Elrond was already thinking about when he would meet Glorfindel without the youth... perhaps it was time to have another conversation, now that their child was born and Legolas was growing stronger each day.
"I will leave you to your work now," he said and stood up. "And... please remember that there *is* work to do. You can play with the princeling once you are back in your own rooms, but I really need that report this evening."
"You know me, my lord, I always do my work. And this is only an incentive to work faster, so I can return to my rooms and ravish my little prince there."
Once again Legolas cursed his traitorous body as he felt the heat of another blush and then Glorfindel's hands on the inside of his thighs, slowly stroking him there as if to remind him about who would claim him in some hours.
"The report, Glorfindel!" Elrond said again and then continued "And do not begin something here which would make Erestor come running to me, wait until you are in your rooms or at least somewhere where the more sensitive member of this house will not see you."
"Of course, my lord!" Glorfindel agreed and waited until Elrond had left the room to slip his hand into Legolas' leggings.
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cuil eden = (a) new life
pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
cunneth = princeling
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Part: 1/?
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
I know that it took some time but here it is nevertheless, the first part of the promised sequel to Anestel. :)
Since FFN does not take NC-17 rated chapters, you will find a more complete version of this fic at adultfanfiction .net -- the exact link can be found in my profile. :)
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Legolas was impatient. He had just nursed their son who was now sleeping peacefully in his cradle next to the open window once more. Just yesterday Legolas had written another letter to his brother, and the tome of poetry Glorfindel had given to him some days ago did not tempt him anymore either after he had read most of the poems for two or three times.
There was nothing left for him to do in their chambers, and it made Legolas feel nervous. He wanted to go outside, feel the wind on his skin, breathe the fresh air, but he did not dare to do this alone. He had already spent an hour doing the exercises Thalaron had shown him which were supposed to slowly build up his mucles and return the strength to his body which he had los due to his pregnancy and all the events surrounding it, but that was already several hours past. He did not want to lie down and rest either, he had been forced by both Elrond and Glorfindel to do so during the last months and was now certain that he had slept enough to last him for the next year. But what was he supposed to do then?
Of course he could always go and find Glorfindel. The elf had told him that he needed to look up several things and so would work in the library, and Legolas was sure that the Noldo would appreciate it if he were to bring him some refreshment. Perhaps Glorfindel would allow him to go and visit Lainiell then, or at least give him some new books to read. Of course, Glorfindel might also be in the mood for a different activity altogether, but as that was an occurence Legolas had grown to expect every minute he spent with Glorfindel, that was not enough to make him stay in this room, all alone with his sleeping son and his boredom.
Yes, Legolas decided, he would go and visit Glorfindel then. One more time he stepped up to the cradle, but his son was still sleeping peacefully and so Legolas decided to leave him there. On his way out he took an apple and a pear with him, then knocked at the door on the other side of the hallway where temporarily a female elf had moved in, a Sinda named Alwaeniel. Glorfindel had chosen her to be a nurse for their son, but in fact she was only seldomly needed. Having grown up without much contact to his father and his brothers himself, Legolas was determined to keep his son as close to him as possible and so he only asked Alwaeniel to keep an eye on their son when he went for his daily exercises or - like now - wanted to visit Glorfindel. She was a gentle and friendly elf who loved children and so often cared for the young elves of Imladris when their parents had other obligations, but Legolas was still wary of all Noldor. Like so many other times he only asked her to look after his son for an hour or two and then quickly left before she could try to start a conversation with him. Still, despite his lingering distrust of all Noldorin elves he knew that he could trust her to care for Gîlríon and so he went to the library hoping to find Glorfindel in a good mood.
The library was one of the biggest rooms whose dimensions almost rivaled those of the Hall of Fire, but after all Elrond was known as a master of lore and had collected a vast array of scrolls and books from all of Middle Earth during his long years. The library was usually considered the realm of Erestor, but every time an assignment made Glorfindel spend his days at one of the old tables, foraging for a particular scroll, Erestor would find a distraction in some other part of Imladris. Today this was the case as well but still Glorfindel was not alone in the library which Legolas found out as soon as he had opened the door. Glorfindel had been amidst a conversation with Elrond, but when they heard the sound the door had made they turned around and stopped talking.
"I am sorry my lord, I did not want to disturb you!" Legolas stuttered and tried to quickly leave again, but Glorfindel's voice stopped him.
"No pen-neth, come, we were talking about you anyway..."
Legolas sighed softly and entered the library again, slowly making his way towards the table where Glorfindel and Elrond were seated.
"I just wanted to bring you something to eat.." he tried to explain, feeling a little embarassed to admit this while Elrond was watching him.
"Thank you, roch-neth... You are right, I was growing hungry since I did not think to take something to eat with me." Glorfindel smiled at Legolas and took the pear, then wrapped an arm around Legolas' waist and pulled him onto his lap which made Legolas blush and lower his eyes.
"You have regained most of your strength, haven't you, little one?" Elrond then asked, eying the body of the youth. "Thalaron told me that he wants you to join the guard's training from next week on -- one hour in the morning, one in the afternoon. I think that you are strong enough for that now, there should be no problems. If you experience any unusual pain come to me immediately, though I do not think that this will happen."
Legolas nodded meekly while Glorfindel stopped eating the pear and smiled at Legolas. "That is indeed good news! Once you are more experienced with the sword I will train you myself, but until then you will have a very good teacher in Thalaron."
"But we were talking about other things before you arrived here, cunneth..." Elrond said and gave Glorfindel an almost teasing smile before adressing his seneschal more directly. "Do you not think that he should know as well what I just told you?"
"Yes, of course, I'm sure that he will like to hear this... we were discussing your fertility, roch-neth." Glorfindel smirked when he saw Legolas blush as soon as the words had left his mouth. "You know that I will make you carry more of my children, don't you?"
Legolas nodded, not trusting his voice. Of course he knew, Glorfindel had mentioned this often enough during the first months of his stay here, but ever since he had given birth to Gîlríon the subject had not been mentioned again and so Legolas had thought that he would be granted at least a little respite. Apparently Glorfindel had decided differently though, and Legolas felt despair grow inside him. Did this really mean that his fate would be to give Glorfindel child after child until the Noldo grew weary of him?
"Right now I think that it is enough for you to look after our son and learn how to use a sword, you grew so weak during your pregnancy that I would fear for the health of a future child," Glorfindel continued and pretended not to notice the way Legolas' eyes widened with surprised relief.
"I'm not yet quite sure if the herbs a woman would use to prevent a pregnancy would work for you as well, but right now your body is not ready to conceive anyway, and I think that as long as you continue to nurse Gîlríon you will be safe. Afterwards... perhaps I will know more about your body's reacction to those herbs, or perhaps Glorfindel will want to sire another child then."
"Yes, after all I enjoy watching you grow with my child," Glorfindel mused and gently caressed Legolas now-flat stomach. "First though, you will train with our guards and grow more secure with a sword. Do not look so worried, child, I already told you that you have no say in these matters, it is for me to decide..."
"Of course, my lord..." Legolas said and lowered his head so that his hair hid him from Glorfindel's eyes. "I will concentrate on my training..."
Elrond had to try hard to stop from sending Glorfindel a knowing smirk. After all he knew why his seneschal wanted to wait, he had betrayed his true feelings when they had almost lost the young Sinda during the birth. It would not do to tease Glorfindel while Legolas was there as well, but Elrond was already thinking about when he would meet Glorfindel without the youth... perhaps it was time to have another conversation, now that their child was born and Legolas was growing stronger each day.
"I will leave you to your work now," he said and stood up. "And... please remember that there *is* work to do. You can play with the princeling once you are back in your own rooms, but I really need that report this evening."
"You know me, my lord, I always do my work. And this is only an incentive to work faster, so I can return to my rooms and ravish my little prince there."
Once again Legolas cursed his traitorous body as he felt the heat of another blush and then Glorfindel's hands on the inside of his thighs, slowly stroking him there as if to remind him about who would claim him in some hours.
"The report, Glorfindel!" Elrond said again and then continued "And do not begin something here which would make Erestor come running to me, wait until you are in your rooms or at least somewhere where the more sensitive member of this house will not see you."
"Of course, my lord!" Glorfindel agreed and waited until Elrond had left the room to slip his hand into Legolas' leggings.
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cuil eden = (a) new life
pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
cunneth = princeling
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