Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 5/?
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
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For days Legolas had been afraid of his first training together with the other elves. The loathing and disgust he seemed to inspire in Noldorin elves was something he could observe daily, be it at Elrond's table or encounters with lowly servants. He did not even dare to think what kind of behaviour his sudden appearance would inspire in a group of guards, of warriors who had after all been trained for the war against his people! So when he finally had made his way to the training grounds it was with only badly disguised apprehension, his mind running through nightmare-like scenarios of how this training might resemble his encounter with the two stableboys in the garden. After all, there would be no Glorfindel here to save him...
But instead of pairing him up with several Sindar-hating guards to practise hand-to-hand combat which would then lead to a lot of bruises and even more painful humiliation as Legolas had feared, Thalaron took him to the side of the field where several strange-looking wooden constructions stood. They consisted of one big pole which was deeply embedded in the ground and had at seemigly random intervalls bars branching out from it like a poor imitation of a tree. There were at least 20 of those strange constructions and most looked battered, with places where the wood was starting to splinter. Legolas had no idea what they could be used for, but Thalaron finally solved the mystery when he took a wooden practice sword and raised it to stroke the highest branch with an elegant, effortless move wich made the whole construction shiver. Legolas was then to repeat it while the Noldo kept criticizing his stance until he was finally satisfied and showed him two more moves. Again more criticism followed until Thalaron was finally satisfied and left Legolas to practice the three moves by himself while he returned to the other elves. They seemed to be more advanced than Legolas and did not need to use the constructs, instead they wore heavily padded armor and had short bouts with the same wooden swords Legolas had to use while Thalaron yelled orders at them.
When the hour of training was finally finished, the other elves used a small stream to clean themselves, several of them simply jumping in to start a small fight in the water, others peeling off their sweat-soaked shirts to empty a bucket of cold water over their head and chest. Legolas as well yearned for the sensation of the clean water against his overheated skin; although his workout had been less exhausting than what he had seen the others doing he was still covered with sweat, his muscles sore from the unfamiliar movements. Yet Legolas did not dare to follow the example of the Noldor; he was too afraid of their eyes and the derision it would surely bring were he to undress and so display his still so strangely changed body. Nevertheless he felt hot and dirty and did not want to stay this way...
Finally he knelt down at the side of the stream, away from where the waterfight was still taking place, and used the cold water to wash his face and hands. After the exertion of the past hour the cool liquid felt heavenly and Legolas wanted nothing more than to undress and immerse himself fully in the water.This was not possible though, not if he did not want to make himself even more vulnerable to the jokes and loathing of Imladris' population than he already was. After a final fearful glance in the direction of the other elves, he nevertheless dared to open the laces of the white shirt he wore so that he could splash some of the water against his chest, sighing with relieve at the wonderful coldness. Several times he repeated this, always shooting furtive glances in the direction of the bathing Noldor. And just as Legolas had feared it did not take very long until they became aware of him once more.
"Look, Glorfindel's little pet thinks that he's too good to bath with us," one of them said maliciously.
"Perhaps he's just afraid of us!" another answered, and then Legolas who had already begun to lace his shirt closed again with trembling fingers could hear the sound of splashing water. Legolas began to panic. This was what he had been afraid of all along... but he could not run away now, could he? This would only reassure them in their belief that he made an easy victim...
And then it was too late and Legolas felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him down into the water, and when he came up again he found himself surrounded by six youths. Barely older than himself it was nevertheless clearly visible that they had already passed several years of the hard training under Thalaron.
"Well, little Sinda, don't you like being clean?" one of them asked with feigned curiosity which made the others laugh.
"Yes, come, undress and bath with us..." another suggested, curiously eyeing Legolas' bared chest. "Do not pretend to be so coy, we all know that you are well used to displaying yourself!"
"Yes, you'll enjoy it," another of the nameless, darkhaired youths grinned. "Gondir here is even bigger than Glorfindel – he'll really make you scream!"
While the others were laughing at that Legolas tried to find a way out of the circle. "Leave me alone!" he finally said, glaring at the Noldo whose eyes were still lingering on his chest. "I do not desire to be close to any of you!"
"Ah, but that's a lie, why are you here then in Imladris if you do not like what Noldorin bodies have to offer? Come..." the first one purred, running his hand over Legolas' chest, "if Glorfindel wants you trained, we'll train you in something he'll have a better use for than weaponry!"
"Do not touch me!" Legolas hissed and slapped his hand away. "It does not concern you what I am here for or not! You have no right to touch me against my will!"
Again one of the youths snickered. "But who will stop us? You?"
"Yes, I will!" Legolas felt rage take over, driving away the fear which had held him paralyzed before. Why did everybody here think him weak, a perfect victim? It had not been his choice to end like this! And before he had to surrender to even more Noldor, he'd at least try to resist first...
With a growl Legolas lunged at the youth closest to him, pushing against him with all his strength so that the Noldo found himself falling back into the water before he had even realized what was happening. "Leave me alone!" Legolas shouted once more, defending himself against another pair of hands that wanted to grab him as he tried to use the opening to escape from the water. Then, just as those hands managed to pull him back into the range of the other Noldor, a stern voice interrupted them.
"What is this? Did I not tell you to hurry and clean up?"
All of a sudden Legolas was free and as he turned around, he found himself directly in the line of a disapproving glare. Thalaron, still clad in his impeccable captain's tunic, stood at the side of the stream and simply watched as the young Noldor quickly left the water and hurried to put their clothes back on. Finally Legolas was the only one left in the stream, but Thalaron did not seem to want to acknowledge his presence or what had led to this conflict as he adressed the group again. "Come one hour earlier tomorrow, since you all seem to have too much energy – I'll make sure that you will be sufficiently challenged by tomorows training! And now hurry, you still have to clean and bring back your equipment!"
Muttering softly the youths returned to the field where wooden swords and padded training armor were still strewn about. Legolas sighed and followed them. His clothes were soaked now, the simple white linen shirt so wet that it was translucent, but Legolas would rather clean the field in the company of the Noldorin youths than invoke Thalaron's wrath.
Part: 5/?
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
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For days Legolas had been afraid of his first training together with the other elves. The loathing and disgust he seemed to inspire in Noldorin elves was something he could observe daily, be it at Elrond's table or encounters with lowly servants. He did not even dare to think what kind of behaviour his sudden appearance would inspire in a group of guards, of warriors who had after all been trained for the war against his people! So when he finally had made his way to the training grounds it was with only badly disguised apprehension, his mind running through nightmare-like scenarios of how this training might resemble his encounter with the two stableboys in the garden. After all, there would be no Glorfindel here to save him...
But instead of pairing him up with several Sindar-hating guards to practise hand-to-hand combat which would then lead to a lot of bruises and even more painful humiliation as Legolas had feared, Thalaron took him to the side of the field where several strange-looking wooden constructions stood. They consisted of one big pole which was deeply embedded in the ground and had at seemigly random intervalls bars branching out from it like a poor imitation of a tree. There were at least 20 of those strange constructions and most looked battered, with places where the wood was starting to splinter. Legolas had no idea what they could be used for, but Thalaron finally solved the mystery when he took a wooden practice sword and raised it to stroke the highest branch with an elegant, effortless move wich made the whole construction shiver. Legolas was then to repeat it while the Noldo kept criticizing his stance until he was finally satisfied and showed him two more moves. Again more criticism followed until Thalaron was finally satisfied and left Legolas to practice the three moves by himself while he returned to the other elves. They seemed to be more advanced than Legolas and did not need to use the constructs, instead they wore heavily padded armor and had short bouts with the same wooden swords Legolas had to use while Thalaron yelled orders at them.
When the hour of training was finally finished, the other elves used a small stream to clean themselves, several of them simply jumping in to start a small fight in the water, others peeling off their sweat-soaked shirts to empty a bucket of cold water over their head and chest. Legolas as well yearned for the sensation of the clean water against his overheated skin; although his workout had been less exhausting than what he had seen the others doing he was still covered with sweat, his muscles sore from the unfamiliar movements. Yet Legolas did not dare to follow the example of the Noldor; he was too afraid of their eyes and the derision it would surely bring were he to undress and so display his still so strangely changed body. Nevertheless he felt hot and dirty and did not want to stay this way...
Finally he knelt down at the side of the stream, away from where the waterfight was still taking place, and used the cold water to wash his face and hands. After the exertion of the past hour the cool liquid felt heavenly and Legolas wanted nothing more than to undress and immerse himself fully in the water.This was not possible though, not if he did not want to make himself even more vulnerable to the jokes and loathing of Imladris' population than he already was. After a final fearful glance in the direction of the other elves, he nevertheless dared to open the laces of the white shirt he wore so that he could splash some of the water against his chest, sighing with relieve at the wonderful coldness. Several times he repeated this, always shooting furtive glances in the direction of the bathing Noldor. And just as Legolas had feared it did not take very long until they became aware of him once more.
"Look, Glorfindel's little pet thinks that he's too good to bath with us," one of them said maliciously.
"Perhaps he's just afraid of us!" another answered, and then Legolas who had already begun to lace his shirt closed again with trembling fingers could hear the sound of splashing water. Legolas began to panic. This was what he had been afraid of all along... but he could not run away now, could he? This would only reassure them in their belief that he made an easy victim...
And then it was too late and Legolas felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him down into the water, and when he came up again he found himself surrounded by six youths. Barely older than himself it was nevertheless clearly visible that they had already passed several years of the hard training under Thalaron.
"Well, little Sinda, don't you like being clean?" one of them asked with feigned curiosity which made the others laugh.
"Yes, come, undress and bath with us..." another suggested, curiously eyeing Legolas' bared chest. "Do not pretend to be so coy, we all know that you are well used to displaying yourself!"
"Yes, you'll enjoy it," another of the nameless, darkhaired youths grinned. "Gondir here is even bigger than Glorfindel – he'll really make you scream!"
While the others were laughing at that Legolas tried to find a way out of the circle. "Leave me alone!" he finally said, glaring at the Noldo whose eyes were still lingering on his chest. "I do not desire to be close to any of you!"
"Ah, but that's a lie, why are you here then in Imladris if you do not like what Noldorin bodies have to offer? Come..." the first one purred, running his hand over Legolas' chest, "if Glorfindel wants you trained, we'll train you in something he'll have a better use for than weaponry!"
"Do not touch me!" Legolas hissed and slapped his hand away. "It does not concern you what I am here for or not! You have no right to touch me against my will!"
Again one of the youths snickered. "But who will stop us? You?"
"Yes, I will!" Legolas felt rage take over, driving away the fear which had held him paralyzed before. Why did everybody here think him weak, a perfect victim? It had not been his choice to end like this! And before he had to surrender to even more Noldor, he'd at least try to resist first...
With a growl Legolas lunged at the youth closest to him, pushing against him with all his strength so that the Noldo found himself falling back into the water before he had even realized what was happening. "Leave me alone!" Legolas shouted once more, defending himself against another pair of hands that wanted to grab him as he tried to use the opening to escape from the water. Then, just as those hands managed to pull him back into the range of the other Noldor, a stern voice interrupted them.
"What is this? Did I not tell you to hurry and clean up?"
All of a sudden Legolas was free and as he turned around, he found himself directly in the line of a disapproving glare. Thalaron, still clad in his impeccable captain's tunic, stood at the side of the stream and simply watched as the young Noldor quickly left the water and hurried to put their clothes back on. Finally Legolas was the only one left in the stream, but Thalaron did not seem to want to acknowledge his presence or what had led to this conflict as he adressed the group again. "Come one hour earlier tomorrow, since you all seem to have too much energy – I'll make sure that you will be sufficiently challenged by tomorows training! And now hurry, you still have to clean and bring back your equipment!"
Muttering softly the youths returned to the field where wooden swords and padded training armor were still strewn about. Legolas sighed and followed them. His clothes were soaked now, the simple white linen shirt so wet that it was translucent, but Legolas would rather clean the field in the company of the Noldorin youths than invoke Thalaron's wrath.