Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 2/?
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
If you are interested in a discussion of this fic, come visit us at the Library of Moria forum. :)
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Still a little breathless and his lips swollen from when Glorfindel had made him kneel for him, Legolas returned to their rooms. With a smile and a few shy words of thanks he released Alwaeniel from her duty and seated himself at the window, close to where Gîlríon's cradle stood. His son was awake now, he seemed to greet Legolas with a few cooing sounds and then again turned his head into the direction of the garden where the song of birds could be heard.
"Do you like their song, gîl neth?" Legolas asked with an affectionate smile. Watching his little son always made him feel so full of warmth and love, made everything he had to go through so far worth it, and yet he was still a little afraid of the responsibility this brought with it. After all he knew only too well how the actions of parents could affect a child, and he was determined to save his son the emotional pain he had lived with all through his childhood. No, his son would always know how much he was loved, Legolas would make sure of that. The only thing he could not be sure about was Glorfindel... what kind of father would the Noldo prove to be?
"No matter what happens, he will never hurt you, I will not allow it," he promised his son. Still, so far Glorfindel had seemed so happy and proud of their little star, and after all this was what he had wanted from the beginning on, an heir to continue his line and to carry the name of his house...
"You will make him proud, little one, you will be a warrior one day like he is... and I can only hope that you will not hate me for my weakness then."
Gîlríon cooed again, almost as if he were trying to comfort Legolas, and then fell asleep again. The young Sinda smiled a little wistfully. Would his son one day be able to understand what he had done for his sake? He hoped so... but perhaps things would change in the next few years. After all Glorfindel had now even allowed his training as a warrior, perhaps he would one day stop treating him as a possession and his son would never know of his pathetic past?
Legolas sighed and then looked out of the window once more. Glorfindel had allowed him to take another book from the library, but at that moment the youth had been far too distracted to really choose and so he now had another old, heavy tome with a long and most probably dark and hopeless lay of an ill-fated love with him. With his own life so complicated Legolas did not desire to read about other dark times, but when the time passed far too slowly until Glorfindel would return, he finally began to read it nonetheless.
The unbridled energy apparent in the way the door was opened was enough to make Legolas immediately realize that the goldenhaired lord had finally returmed to his rooms once more. Yawning and leisurely stretching Glorfindel divested himself of his heavy velvet tunic before he crossed the room to where Legolas was still sitting with his book.
"Have you been reading all this time, pen-neth?" he asked and laughed softly when Legolas nodded. "Ai, I am happy that you are so studious, and yet I think it would be more conductive to your health if you would spend more time out in the sun."
"I would like to spend some time with Lainiell, my horse..." Legolas admitted softly, "but... you know what happened the last time." The moment the words left his lips he began to regret them. He had just admitted that he was afraid, that he was too weak to stand up for himself! Surely Glorfindel would laugh at him now... but instead the Noldo smiled and drew him into his arms.
"Do you not trust me? I promised that no harm will come to you, for you are mine and I protect what belongs to me. You gave birth to my child, little one, nobody here has the right to hurt you."
"And yet those two Noldor were threatening me," Legolas answered sullenly.
"Because they perceived you as weak, child!" Glorfindel patiently explained. "Do not pout, you know it is the truth, you are old enough to know how to defend yourself, and yet you have not been taught so. This makes you an easy victim, and you are of Sindarin blood as well, son of Thranduil who has so long been our enemy -- it is no wonder that there is hate! Still, you have begun to train with weapons and surely you will soon be able to defend yourself against something like that without my help."
Legolas nodded, he did not dare to voice his doubts... but he wanted to believe Glorfindel, he wanted to believe that one day he would be like his brothers -- strong, independent, somebody no stable-hand would dare to accost.
"And if you want to see your horse, we can go for a ride, I am sure Asfaloth would like that as well."
Those words immediately raised Legolas' mood, the young Sinda was beaming at Glorfindel until he remembered something. "Can you wait a few minutes? Gîlríon has been asleep so far, surely he will wake soon and be hungry then."
"Of course I can wait."
Glorfindel smiled and raised one hand to tenderly comb through his young lover's silky hair. "Come, sit on my lap so I can feel you," he requested and was immediately obliged, the so tempting soft little mouth now far too close to be resisted. For several long minutes he did nothing but taste every corner of Legolas' mouth, explore again and again what should be so familiar by now and yet always felt like discovering this pleasure for the first time. He only stopped when Legolas had relaxed against him, moaning every so often while his swollen, moist lips surrendered to Glorfindel's passionate explorations, submitting and returning caresses with sweet hunger. "Ai..." Glorfindel finally sighed. "Sometimes I think that I desire you too much... if we keep this up, little one, I think that our horses will miss their exercise."
"And our star will have to go hungry."
Indeed Gîlríon was watching them, making soft sounds of excitement as he raised his small arms in Legolas' direction.
"Ah, we cannot have that, can we? Our little star will get whatever he desires..."
"And one day he will be a spoiled big star," Legolas answered but had already open his tunic and now took their child from the cradle, holding it tenderly against his chest. Glorfindel smiled as he watched the small mouth nuzzling against Legolas soft chest, searching until he finally latched onto the plump nipple and began to suckle noisily.
"Mmm..." Glorfindel purred. "I like watching you nurse our son. It makes me hungry for your taste... perhaps I should just keep you pregnant?"
Legolas was blushing and frowning at the same time. "But Elrond said that I would not get pregnant while I'm nursing him!" he said, visibly unhappy with Glorfindel's suggestion.
"Yes, but you heard what he said, he has no experience with male pregnancies as they are confined to your line exclusively... and you seem to be more fertile than a female. After all no female would have gotten pregnant if I had taken her like I took you at that lake -- you did not want to conceive, did you?"
"I did not even know I *could* conceive!" Legolas muttered.
"So you see, if you can conceive although you do not desire so, why is it not also possible that you can conceive so soon after Gîlríon's birth? There is much Elrond does not know, your house has always made a secret of this, so there will be no other option for you than to wait... and really, you know that I want more children, what difference does it make if it happens now or in some years?"
Legolas lowered his head, his eyes turning distant."You are right, my lord..." he said sadly and then stayed silent. He did not want to voice his complaints, not when Glofindel was in such a good mood and had even promised to take him riding, but still he did not have to like these news. Sometimes he felt like a victim of a curse, his body constantly betraying him... why was it that a female only got pregnant if she and her bonded both wanted a child, and yet he could get pregnant everytime somebody claimed his body with no regard given to his feelings? And why had his father never told him about this?
"Stop brooding, little one!" Glorfindel chided. "Come, sing something for our little star and for me, and I promise to show you my favourite waterfall later on."
Legolas sighed and tried to smile, his voice rising in a gentle hymn although he still could not chase away his gloomy thoughts.
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gîl neth = little star
pen-neth = young one
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Part: 2/?
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
If you are interested in a discussion of this fic, come visit us at the Library of Moria forum. :)
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Still a little breathless and his lips swollen from when Glorfindel had made him kneel for him, Legolas returned to their rooms. With a smile and a few shy words of thanks he released Alwaeniel from her duty and seated himself at the window, close to where Gîlríon's cradle stood. His son was awake now, he seemed to greet Legolas with a few cooing sounds and then again turned his head into the direction of the garden where the song of birds could be heard.
"Do you like their song, gîl neth?" Legolas asked with an affectionate smile. Watching his little son always made him feel so full of warmth and love, made everything he had to go through so far worth it, and yet he was still a little afraid of the responsibility this brought with it. After all he knew only too well how the actions of parents could affect a child, and he was determined to save his son the emotional pain he had lived with all through his childhood. No, his son would always know how much he was loved, Legolas would make sure of that. The only thing he could not be sure about was Glorfindel... what kind of father would the Noldo prove to be?
"No matter what happens, he will never hurt you, I will not allow it," he promised his son. Still, so far Glorfindel had seemed so happy and proud of their little star, and after all this was what he had wanted from the beginning on, an heir to continue his line and to carry the name of his house...
"You will make him proud, little one, you will be a warrior one day like he is... and I can only hope that you will not hate me for my weakness then."
Gîlríon cooed again, almost as if he were trying to comfort Legolas, and then fell asleep again. The young Sinda smiled a little wistfully. Would his son one day be able to understand what he had done for his sake? He hoped so... but perhaps things would change in the next few years. After all Glorfindel had now even allowed his training as a warrior, perhaps he would one day stop treating him as a possession and his son would never know of his pathetic past?
Legolas sighed and then looked out of the window once more. Glorfindel had allowed him to take another book from the library, but at that moment the youth had been far too distracted to really choose and so he now had another old, heavy tome with a long and most probably dark and hopeless lay of an ill-fated love with him. With his own life so complicated Legolas did not desire to read about other dark times, but when the time passed far too slowly until Glorfindel would return, he finally began to read it nonetheless.
The unbridled energy apparent in the way the door was opened was enough to make Legolas immediately realize that the goldenhaired lord had finally returmed to his rooms once more. Yawning and leisurely stretching Glorfindel divested himself of his heavy velvet tunic before he crossed the room to where Legolas was still sitting with his book.
"Have you been reading all this time, pen-neth?" he asked and laughed softly when Legolas nodded. "Ai, I am happy that you are so studious, and yet I think it would be more conductive to your health if you would spend more time out in the sun."
"I would like to spend some time with Lainiell, my horse..." Legolas admitted softly, "but... you know what happened the last time." The moment the words left his lips he began to regret them. He had just admitted that he was afraid, that he was too weak to stand up for himself! Surely Glorfindel would laugh at him now... but instead the Noldo smiled and drew him into his arms.
"Do you not trust me? I promised that no harm will come to you, for you are mine and I protect what belongs to me. You gave birth to my child, little one, nobody here has the right to hurt you."
"And yet those two Noldor were threatening me," Legolas answered sullenly.
"Because they perceived you as weak, child!" Glorfindel patiently explained. "Do not pout, you know it is the truth, you are old enough to know how to defend yourself, and yet you have not been taught so. This makes you an easy victim, and you are of Sindarin blood as well, son of Thranduil who has so long been our enemy -- it is no wonder that there is hate! Still, you have begun to train with weapons and surely you will soon be able to defend yourself against something like that without my help."
Legolas nodded, he did not dare to voice his doubts... but he wanted to believe Glorfindel, he wanted to believe that one day he would be like his brothers -- strong, independent, somebody no stable-hand would dare to accost.
"And if you want to see your horse, we can go for a ride, I am sure Asfaloth would like that as well."
Those words immediately raised Legolas' mood, the young Sinda was beaming at Glorfindel until he remembered something. "Can you wait a few minutes? Gîlríon has been asleep so far, surely he will wake soon and be hungry then."
"Of course I can wait."
Glorfindel smiled and raised one hand to tenderly comb through his young lover's silky hair. "Come, sit on my lap so I can feel you," he requested and was immediately obliged, the so tempting soft little mouth now far too close to be resisted. For several long minutes he did nothing but taste every corner of Legolas' mouth, explore again and again what should be so familiar by now and yet always felt like discovering this pleasure for the first time. He only stopped when Legolas had relaxed against him, moaning every so often while his swollen, moist lips surrendered to Glorfindel's passionate explorations, submitting and returning caresses with sweet hunger. "Ai..." Glorfindel finally sighed. "Sometimes I think that I desire you too much... if we keep this up, little one, I think that our horses will miss their exercise."
"And our star will have to go hungry."
Indeed Gîlríon was watching them, making soft sounds of excitement as he raised his small arms in Legolas' direction.
"Ah, we cannot have that, can we? Our little star will get whatever he desires..."
"And one day he will be a spoiled big star," Legolas answered but had already open his tunic and now took their child from the cradle, holding it tenderly against his chest. Glorfindel smiled as he watched the small mouth nuzzling against Legolas soft chest, searching until he finally latched onto the plump nipple and began to suckle noisily.
"Mmm..." Glorfindel purred. "I like watching you nurse our son. It makes me hungry for your taste... perhaps I should just keep you pregnant?"
Legolas was blushing and frowning at the same time. "But Elrond said that I would not get pregnant while I'm nursing him!" he said, visibly unhappy with Glorfindel's suggestion.
"Yes, but you heard what he said, he has no experience with male pregnancies as they are confined to your line exclusively... and you seem to be more fertile than a female. After all no female would have gotten pregnant if I had taken her like I took you at that lake -- you did not want to conceive, did you?"
"I did not even know I *could* conceive!" Legolas muttered.
"So you see, if you can conceive although you do not desire so, why is it not also possible that you can conceive so soon after Gîlríon's birth? There is much Elrond does not know, your house has always made a secret of this, so there will be no other option for you than to wait... and really, you know that I want more children, what difference does it make if it happens now or in some years?"
Legolas lowered his head, his eyes turning distant."You are right, my lord..." he said sadly and then stayed silent. He did not want to voice his complaints, not when Glofindel was in such a good mood and had even promised to take him riding, but still he did not have to like these news. Sometimes he felt like a victim of a curse, his body constantly betraying him... why was it that a female only got pregnant if she and her bonded both wanted a child, and yet he could get pregnant everytime somebody claimed his body with no regard given to his feelings? And why had his father never told him about this?
"Stop brooding, little one!" Glorfindel chided. "Come, sing something for our little star and for me, and I promise to show you my favourite waterfall later on."
Legolas sighed and tried to smile, his voice rising in a gentle hymn although he still could not chase away his gloomy thoughts.
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gîl neth = little star
pen-neth = young one
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