# reposted with some corrections – thanks Elflover! :)
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 9/?
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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The table was already laden with cups and plates and all sorts of small cakes when they arrived. There were even some of the almond cakes Legolas so loved, almost as if the cook had known that today he and Glorfindel would join Elrond for tea. It should have made Legolas happy, even more happy than he should already feel for another thing had happened on their way to Elrond's rooms. For the first time in months he did not have to wear Glorfindel's knots of possession – the Noldo had simply stopped him in the corridor and then taken out the knots which told everyone that Legolas was his. He had chosen to simply ignore Legolas' questioning glance and had told him in a matter-of-fact voice that the next time he would wear those knots, it would only happen after he had first begged him for it.
Which of course was something that would never happen, Legolas told himself with a little shake of his head. Sometimes he really wondered what strange thoughts Glorfindel's golden head harboured. Why should he beg for something as demeaning and humiliating as wearing another person's knots of possession? No, he was perfectly happy the way he was now... his hair flowing freely down his back, finally rid of the weight of those horrible knots. Not even another spanking would make him ask for this!
When they arrived at Elrond's rooms, Legolas' steps still light and energetic from this surprise, there was another unexpected occurence, although this was not a good one. Apparently Elrond had invited Erestor as well for the darkhaired advisor sat next to his lord, several books in front of him which he was just discussing with Elrond.
Legolas' shoulders sagged and he sighed, loud enough to be heard by Glorfindel. But the goldenhaired warrior only rested one hand at the small of Legolas' back and gently pushed him forward. The youth had no other choice than to step up to the valley's lord and bow to him with lowered eyes, much deeper than his birth would have warranted, but then he had no longer any name or title and it was only Elrond's kindness which gave him some sort of home here. "Thank you, my lord, for your invitation," he said softly and focused his eyes on the embroidered neck-line of Imladris' lord, refusing to acknowledge the disgusted, angry expression which he knew could be found in Erestor's eyes.
Now Glorfindel stepped up to him though to lower his head in greeting of his lord. His arm slipped around Legolas' waist and pulled him a little closer, and that gave Legolas enough courage to meet Erestors eyes with his own and not flinch back. He did not know what he had done to have Erestor hate him so, apart from being born to Sindarin parents, but he trusted that the presence of both Glorfindel and Elrond would keep the advisor from becoming too open in his loathing of him.
When Glorfindel and Legolas had sat down and Glorfindel had answered a few questions to the report finished a few hours earlier, Thalaron appeared as well so that now all those Elrond had wanted to talk with were gathered.
Legolas was still curious why Elrond had invited them all, and especially why he was allowed to come along. But then, he reasoned that his presence did not really matter, even if the lord wanted to talk about military or diplomatic matters. There was no way for Legolas to give this information away, and so there would be no need to deprive Glorfindel of the presence of his toy. A little morosely he concentrated on one of the wonderful little cakes while Elrond decided to begin with the real reason why he had invited them all.
"You know that Elrohir writes regularly to me," he said, pretending to ignore the sudden stiffening of Erestor's body. "He is getting along in Mirkwood as best as we could hope for given the circumstances, and you know that a lot of the recent developements were only possible because of his incessant endeavors to make Thranduil's advisors see the benefits a steady and longer collaboration would bring their realm. I do not doubt that without his help Thranduil would not even have acknowledged our request for a prisoner exchange, much less acted on it."
"Yes, he is doing extraordinary work there," Glorfindel agreed. "Still I'm not quite sure if it is so good to have him continue staying there... I do not think that he is really safe there. Even with Thranduil's other son in Lórien, it is still possible that some embittered Sindarin noble might decide that he does not like the current peace and attack your son."
"He is old enough to handle situations like this by himself. This is what we have prepared him for after all – think, Glorfindel, if I were to die now, he and Elladan would be the Lords of Imladris and would have to face all those problems and more. No, Elrohir has learned all that he could here. This stay in Mirkwood will teach him many things we cannot; he is on his own there and has to face his problems on his own like any ambassador of our valley."
Glorfindel sighed. "Very well, my lord. I do understand your reasoning, and I know that these are invaluable experiences which will help him grow into a fine lord of our people one day, but nevertheless I am concerned for him."
"I know, my friend, and I understand where your concern comes from." Elrond rested one hand on top of Glorfindel's and gently smiled at his seneschal whose love for his twins was beyond all doubt. "And this is why I asked Thalaron to join us... tell me, captain," he then turned to the other elf, "I would like to send four further guards to Mirkwood. And since both Galuchén and Merenir have a mate here in Imladris, I would like to have them return and their place taken by two other guards. Are there any you would recommend? It would be a good opportunity for some of the younger guards to get experience in situations like this, but choose somebody who has learned at least a little about diplomacy. I do not want to see some of these youths start another war there!"
"Of course, my lord!" Thalaron nodded. "There are some who I think would be fitting for this task, I will think some more about this and send you a list of names tomorrow."
"I do not think that some more guards will suffice."
It was the first time that Erestor contributed to the conversation, and although his voice was soft, it nevertheless carried an air of unrelenting conviction. "It is not simple strength which will help to keep Elrohir safe in Mirkwood. Send someone who will understand the dangers he daily faces, someone who knows the ways of a court."
Glorfindel snorted. "You want him to send youself, Erestor? Have you finally decided to put Elrohir out of his misery?"
"No, not me!" Erestor glared at Glorfindel and Elrond sighed and shook his head.
"Stop, both of you! Glorfindel, let Erestor finish his sentences, and Erestor, did Glorfindel understand you right? Do you really want to offer yourself as an advisor to Elrohir?"
"No, that was not what I meant. If I left, you would be without any help, my lord, and I doubt that I would be a good choice to send to the court of that damned Sindarin king. I thought of one of the younger librarians, Arphen perhaps."
Elrond nodded thoughtfully. "I will consider this... it might be beneficial to Elrohir although I do not know if Arphen is yet up to the weight such a position would mean for him. Bring him to my study some time tomorrow, I want to talk with him first." Then Elrond turned to Legolas and smiled at him, deciding to forego matters of state for now. "In case you have wondered, little prince, there is a reason I asked for you to join us... I've got something for you!"
tbc...
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 9/?
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
************************
The table was already laden with cups and plates and all sorts of small cakes when they arrived. There were even some of the almond cakes Legolas so loved, almost as if the cook had known that today he and Glorfindel would join Elrond for tea. It should have made Legolas happy, even more happy than he should already feel for another thing had happened on their way to Elrond's rooms. For the first time in months he did not have to wear Glorfindel's knots of possession – the Noldo had simply stopped him in the corridor and then taken out the knots which told everyone that Legolas was his. He had chosen to simply ignore Legolas' questioning glance and had told him in a matter-of-fact voice that the next time he would wear those knots, it would only happen after he had first begged him for it.
Which of course was something that would never happen, Legolas told himself with a little shake of his head. Sometimes he really wondered what strange thoughts Glorfindel's golden head harboured. Why should he beg for something as demeaning and humiliating as wearing another person's knots of possession? No, he was perfectly happy the way he was now... his hair flowing freely down his back, finally rid of the weight of those horrible knots. Not even another spanking would make him ask for this!
When they arrived at Elrond's rooms, Legolas' steps still light and energetic from this surprise, there was another unexpected occurence, although this was not a good one. Apparently Elrond had invited Erestor as well for the darkhaired advisor sat next to his lord, several books in front of him which he was just discussing with Elrond.
Legolas' shoulders sagged and he sighed, loud enough to be heard by Glorfindel. But the goldenhaired warrior only rested one hand at the small of Legolas' back and gently pushed him forward. The youth had no other choice than to step up to the valley's lord and bow to him with lowered eyes, much deeper than his birth would have warranted, but then he had no longer any name or title and it was only Elrond's kindness which gave him some sort of home here. "Thank you, my lord, for your invitation," he said softly and focused his eyes on the embroidered neck-line of Imladris' lord, refusing to acknowledge the disgusted, angry expression which he knew could be found in Erestor's eyes.
Now Glorfindel stepped up to him though to lower his head in greeting of his lord. His arm slipped around Legolas' waist and pulled him a little closer, and that gave Legolas enough courage to meet Erestors eyes with his own and not flinch back. He did not know what he had done to have Erestor hate him so, apart from being born to Sindarin parents, but he trusted that the presence of both Glorfindel and Elrond would keep the advisor from becoming too open in his loathing of him.
When Glorfindel and Legolas had sat down and Glorfindel had answered a few questions to the report finished a few hours earlier, Thalaron appeared as well so that now all those Elrond had wanted to talk with were gathered.
Legolas was still curious why Elrond had invited them all, and especially why he was allowed to come along. But then, he reasoned that his presence did not really matter, even if the lord wanted to talk about military or diplomatic matters. There was no way for Legolas to give this information away, and so there would be no need to deprive Glorfindel of the presence of his toy. A little morosely he concentrated on one of the wonderful little cakes while Elrond decided to begin with the real reason why he had invited them all.
"You know that Elrohir writes regularly to me," he said, pretending to ignore the sudden stiffening of Erestor's body. "He is getting along in Mirkwood as best as we could hope for given the circumstances, and you know that a lot of the recent developements were only possible because of his incessant endeavors to make Thranduil's advisors see the benefits a steady and longer collaboration would bring their realm. I do not doubt that without his help Thranduil would not even have acknowledged our request for a prisoner exchange, much less acted on it."
"Yes, he is doing extraordinary work there," Glorfindel agreed. "Still I'm not quite sure if it is so good to have him continue staying there... I do not think that he is really safe there. Even with Thranduil's other son in Lórien, it is still possible that some embittered Sindarin noble might decide that he does not like the current peace and attack your son."
"He is old enough to handle situations like this by himself. This is what we have prepared him for after all – think, Glorfindel, if I were to die now, he and Elladan would be the Lords of Imladris and would have to face all those problems and more. No, Elrohir has learned all that he could here. This stay in Mirkwood will teach him many things we cannot; he is on his own there and has to face his problems on his own like any ambassador of our valley."
Glorfindel sighed. "Very well, my lord. I do understand your reasoning, and I know that these are invaluable experiences which will help him grow into a fine lord of our people one day, but nevertheless I am concerned for him."
"I know, my friend, and I understand where your concern comes from." Elrond rested one hand on top of Glorfindel's and gently smiled at his seneschal whose love for his twins was beyond all doubt. "And this is why I asked Thalaron to join us... tell me, captain," he then turned to the other elf, "I would like to send four further guards to Mirkwood. And since both Galuchén and Merenir have a mate here in Imladris, I would like to have them return and their place taken by two other guards. Are there any you would recommend? It would be a good opportunity for some of the younger guards to get experience in situations like this, but choose somebody who has learned at least a little about diplomacy. I do not want to see some of these youths start another war there!"
"Of course, my lord!" Thalaron nodded. "There are some who I think would be fitting for this task, I will think some more about this and send you a list of names tomorrow."
"I do not think that some more guards will suffice."
It was the first time that Erestor contributed to the conversation, and although his voice was soft, it nevertheless carried an air of unrelenting conviction. "It is not simple strength which will help to keep Elrohir safe in Mirkwood. Send someone who will understand the dangers he daily faces, someone who knows the ways of a court."
Glorfindel snorted. "You want him to send youself, Erestor? Have you finally decided to put Elrohir out of his misery?"
"No, not me!" Erestor glared at Glorfindel and Elrond sighed and shook his head.
"Stop, both of you! Glorfindel, let Erestor finish his sentences, and Erestor, did Glorfindel understand you right? Do you really want to offer yourself as an advisor to Elrohir?"
"No, that was not what I meant. If I left, you would be without any help, my lord, and I doubt that I would be a good choice to send to the court of that damned Sindarin king. I thought of one of the younger librarians, Arphen perhaps."
Elrond nodded thoughtfully. "I will consider this... it might be beneficial to Elrohir although I do not know if Arphen is yet up to the weight such a position would mean for him. Bring him to my study some time tomorrow, I want to talk with him first." Then Elrond turned to Legolas and smiled at him, deciding to forego matters of state for now. "In case you have wondered, little prince, there is a reason I asked for you to join us... I've got something for you!"
tbc...