Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 7/?
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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7
Later that day when Glorfindel was finished with his work, Elrond came for a visit. Legolas was sitting in the window, the sun was shining brightly outside and warmed both him and his son. He had with him another collection of poetry Glorfindel had given him and now softly sang to his son while Glorfindel was putting his writing utensils away.
When they heard the knock at their door, both were startled to see that it was Elrond who appeared in the study and not one of the servants. It was very uncommon for the Lord of the valley to choose this time of the day for a visit to his seneschal's rooms; although the Peredhil and his golden-haired warrior often shared stories and memories over a glass of wine in their private quarters, their workload usually only allowed them time for this after the evening meal.
"My lord!" Glorfindel said with a smile on his face at seeing his friend, yet he was clearly surprised at the unusual occurence. "I just finished the report and would have brought it to you in a few minutes, there was no need for you to—"
"Do not worry," Elrond chuckled, "I did not come to harass you about your paperwork. No, I wanted to ask if you would like to join me for tea in an hour, I will have it served on my balcony. I would like to talk with you – you can bring Legolas as well if you want."
"I would be honoured, my lord," Glorfindel answered, then remembered his captain. "I was planing on meeting with Thalaron though, we wanted to talk about a few things..."
"Oh, it does not matter, he can join us, I would be glad to hear his opinion on something. That is, if whatever you wanted to talk about is not something you want to keep secret from me?"
Glorfindel smiled at Elrond's teasing. "Of course not, my lord, I will make sure then that your invitation reaches him."
Elrond nodded, pleased with the answer. Then he stepped further into the room, heading towards Legolas who had been distracted from their conversation by tiny fingers curling around a strand of his hair.
"And you, little one? Are you well?" the Noldo asked and raised Legolas' face so he could look at him.
Legolas blushed. "Yes, my lord," he answered, then stopped speaking and stared nervously up at Elrond. He had never bothered about dressing again after the bath and was still only dressed in the soft white robe since it would be easier to feed his son this way – and there was also the punishment Glorfindel had threatened him with. Legolas was sure that an elaborate dress would not be a needed ingredient for whatever Glorfindel had in mind, but now he regretted that he had not put on other clothes as he felt very vulnerable now.
"You are singing the poems of Arúniel to your son?" Elrond inquired, clearly amused. Arúniel, an elf maiden of noble birth who had lived and died in Lindon long before Legolas was born was often a favourite of young elf maidens – or those who tried to court them. Each of her poems spoke of love in such a way that more experienced elves could not help but feel amusement at the naïveté of the depicted emotions. "Do you like her poetry?" he inquired, his amusement growing as Legolas' blush deepened.
"Yes, they are very beautiful... I was never given books like this in Mirkwood." Legolas sighed as he remembered the long and boring history lessons he had to attend in his childhood. His grandfather did this, Gil-Galad did that, this was wrong because it injured elven law, then there were the thousands of reasons for and events during the war... he had hated those lessons. "Glorfindel gave several of her books to me as a gift," he explained, smiling happily as he hugged the leather-bound volume to his chest.
"Did you, now..." Elrond said, turning back to Glorfindel to regard him with raised eyebrows. His old friend actually did him the favour to blush.
"He likes her poems and needed something to do when he had to stay in bed after the birth," the golden-haired elf tried to explain, but the expression on his lord's face showed him that he was not very successful. Glorfindel sighed as he tried to reconcile himself with the fact that now his lord had somehing to tease him with for the next few centuries – after all they had spent many evenings making fun of her poetry, and now there he was, listening to Legolas sing those very poems to their son.
"When he is finished with them, perhaps you should let him read those books Erestor wrote for the lessons of the twins?" Elrond said. "If he likes reading so much, he should further his education. "
Legolas could barely suppress a groan. If those book were anything like Erestor himself... no, he would rather stay with poetry, history books always began to bore him after the first few pararaphs.
At least Glorfindel seemed to share his opinion for he rolled his eyes und uttered an "Of course, of course..." while pushing his report into Elrond's hands. Elrond seemed to realize that his proposal did not meet with much enthusiasm and finally decided to leave their room again, still shaking his head. "I will send a servant to Thalaron's quarters then, do not bother," he added before he closed the door behind himself.
„Do you want me to accompany you, my lord?" Legolas asked curiously, setting the book down so he could sit up with Gîlríon still cradled carefully in his arms.
"Yes," Glorfindel decided."I will enjoy having you close – especially after I've given you the punishment you've earned yourself earlier."
"Oh" Legolas said softly, looking down at their son. "You want... now?"
"Yes, now," Glorfindel said slowly, a hungry smile spreading over his face as he focused his attention on the youth. "Ai, I wonder what I shall do with you... so many possibilities and so little time! But then, I will have an eternity to play with you and teach you all the ways to please me...
Legolas shuddered at Glorfindel's words, heat spreading through his body. Slowly he got up, his robe falling open and baring one shoulder and part of his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to his sleeping son's head, then looked up again. "Where, my lord?" His voice was soft but he was glad that it did not tremble.
"Are you afraid that our star will know that you have earned yourself a punishment? Ah, you should not worry, he is still far too young for that," Glorfindel said patiently. "But I will bring him to the nurse, she will look after him while we join Elrond for tea."
Legolas nodded. He was glad for this small mercy. Their son might still be too small to know what was happening around him, but nevertheless he would not be able to bear this kind of humiliation knowing that their son was close by. Still he hesitated for a moment before handing Gîlríon over with a sigh. He did not like to leave him in the care of a nurse, it reminded him too much of his own childhood and he did not want their son to ever feel that he was nt loved and wanted.
"Do not fear roch-neth, I will tell her that if he gets hungry or upset, she has to bring him to us immediately."
"Yes, thank you, my lord," Legolas sighed and kept his gaze on his child as Glorfindel carried him out of their room.
"I will be back immediately, you can undress and lie down on our bed," Glorfindel said, and Legolas took a deep breath before he entered their bedroom. Glorfindel did not seem very angry – and in the pool, he had seemed more amused than enraged. Perhaps it would not be so bad, Legolas tried to tell himself, perhaps he would not hurt him so much. But no matter what he chose to do, Legolas was sure that it would leave him humiliated, once more aware of his place as Glorfindel's toy and nothing more.
Part: 7/?
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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7
Later that day when Glorfindel was finished with his work, Elrond came for a visit. Legolas was sitting in the window, the sun was shining brightly outside and warmed both him and his son. He had with him another collection of poetry Glorfindel had given him and now softly sang to his son while Glorfindel was putting his writing utensils away.
When they heard the knock at their door, both were startled to see that it was Elrond who appeared in the study and not one of the servants. It was very uncommon for the Lord of the valley to choose this time of the day for a visit to his seneschal's rooms; although the Peredhil and his golden-haired warrior often shared stories and memories over a glass of wine in their private quarters, their workload usually only allowed them time for this after the evening meal.
"My lord!" Glorfindel said with a smile on his face at seeing his friend, yet he was clearly surprised at the unusual occurence. "I just finished the report and would have brought it to you in a few minutes, there was no need for you to—"
"Do not worry," Elrond chuckled, "I did not come to harass you about your paperwork. No, I wanted to ask if you would like to join me for tea in an hour, I will have it served on my balcony. I would like to talk with you – you can bring Legolas as well if you want."
"I would be honoured, my lord," Glorfindel answered, then remembered his captain. "I was planing on meeting with Thalaron though, we wanted to talk about a few things..."
"Oh, it does not matter, he can join us, I would be glad to hear his opinion on something. That is, if whatever you wanted to talk about is not something you want to keep secret from me?"
Glorfindel smiled at Elrond's teasing. "Of course not, my lord, I will make sure then that your invitation reaches him."
Elrond nodded, pleased with the answer. Then he stepped further into the room, heading towards Legolas who had been distracted from their conversation by tiny fingers curling around a strand of his hair.
"And you, little one? Are you well?" the Noldo asked and raised Legolas' face so he could look at him.
Legolas blushed. "Yes, my lord," he answered, then stopped speaking and stared nervously up at Elrond. He had never bothered about dressing again after the bath and was still only dressed in the soft white robe since it would be easier to feed his son this way – and there was also the punishment Glorfindel had threatened him with. Legolas was sure that an elaborate dress would not be a needed ingredient for whatever Glorfindel had in mind, but now he regretted that he had not put on other clothes as he felt very vulnerable now.
"You are singing the poems of Arúniel to your son?" Elrond inquired, clearly amused. Arúniel, an elf maiden of noble birth who had lived and died in Lindon long before Legolas was born was often a favourite of young elf maidens – or those who tried to court them. Each of her poems spoke of love in such a way that more experienced elves could not help but feel amusement at the naïveté of the depicted emotions. "Do you like her poetry?" he inquired, his amusement growing as Legolas' blush deepened.
"Yes, they are very beautiful... I was never given books like this in Mirkwood." Legolas sighed as he remembered the long and boring history lessons he had to attend in his childhood. His grandfather did this, Gil-Galad did that, this was wrong because it injured elven law, then there were the thousands of reasons for and events during the war... he had hated those lessons. "Glorfindel gave several of her books to me as a gift," he explained, smiling happily as he hugged the leather-bound volume to his chest.
"Did you, now..." Elrond said, turning back to Glorfindel to regard him with raised eyebrows. His old friend actually did him the favour to blush.
"He likes her poems and needed something to do when he had to stay in bed after the birth," the golden-haired elf tried to explain, but the expression on his lord's face showed him that he was not very successful. Glorfindel sighed as he tried to reconcile himself with the fact that now his lord had somehing to tease him with for the next few centuries – after all they had spent many evenings making fun of her poetry, and now there he was, listening to Legolas sing those very poems to their son.
"When he is finished with them, perhaps you should let him read those books Erestor wrote for the lessons of the twins?" Elrond said. "If he likes reading so much, he should further his education. "
Legolas could barely suppress a groan. If those book were anything like Erestor himself... no, he would rather stay with poetry, history books always began to bore him after the first few pararaphs.
At least Glorfindel seemed to share his opinion for he rolled his eyes und uttered an "Of course, of course..." while pushing his report into Elrond's hands. Elrond seemed to realize that his proposal did not meet with much enthusiasm and finally decided to leave their room again, still shaking his head. "I will send a servant to Thalaron's quarters then, do not bother," he added before he closed the door behind himself.
„Do you want me to accompany you, my lord?" Legolas asked curiously, setting the book down so he could sit up with Gîlríon still cradled carefully in his arms.
"Yes," Glorfindel decided."I will enjoy having you close – especially after I've given you the punishment you've earned yourself earlier."
"Oh" Legolas said softly, looking down at their son. "You want... now?"
"Yes, now," Glorfindel said slowly, a hungry smile spreading over his face as he focused his attention on the youth. "Ai, I wonder what I shall do with you... so many possibilities and so little time! But then, I will have an eternity to play with you and teach you all the ways to please me...
Legolas shuddered at Glorfindel's words, heat spreading through his body. Slowly he got up, his robe falling open and baring one shoulder and part of his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to his sleeping son's head, then looked up again. "Where, my lord?" His voice was soft but he was glad that it did not tremble.
"Are you afraid that our star will know that you have earned yourself a punishment? Ah, you should not worry, he is still far too young for that," Glorfindel said patiently. "But I will bring him to the nurse, she will look after him while we join Elrond for tea."
Legolas nodded. He was glad for this small mercy. Their son might still be too small to know what was happening around him, but nevertheless he would not be able to bear this kind of humiliation knowing that their son was close by. Still he hesitated for a moment before handing Gîlríon over with a sigh. He did not like to leave him in the care of a nurse, it reminded him too much of his own childhood and he did not want their son to ever feel that he was nt loved and wanted.
"Do not fear roch-neth, I will tell her that if he gets hungry or upset, she has to bring him to us immediately."
"Yes, thank you, my lord," Legolas sighed and kept his gaze on his child as Glorfindel carried him out of their room.
"I will be back immediately, you can undress and lie down on our bed," Glorfindel said, and Legolas took a deep breath before he entered their bedroom. Glorfindel did not seem very angry – and in the pool, he had seemed more amused than enraged. Perhaps it would not be so bad, Legolas tried to tell himself, perhaps he would not hurt him so much. But no matter what he chose to do, Legolas was sure that it would leave him humiliated, once more aware of his place as Glorfindel's toy and nothing more.