Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 10/?
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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10
Legolas looked up in surprise at being adressed so suddenly. "Something for me?" he echoed, staring at the Lord as if he feared bad news.
Elrond chuckled. "Do not look at me like that, little prince, it is not that bad... I had Erestor bring me the books he wrote for the lessons of my children. I understand that your education so far has been rather fragmentary, and although your love for poetry is admirable I think that you should also further your education in other areas. These are books on the history of our realms and also of those of men and dwarves. I think they should suffice as a beginning... tell me when you have finished them, there are many more things which will help you to get a deeper understanding of Arda. For example languages... can you speak Westron? Khuzdul? Or what about Quenya? Tell me, can you read and write Valinorean?"
"N-no, my Lord," Legolas said, clearly confused by these qestions. "I do not speak the languages of men and dwarves, but I had some lessons in Quenya as a child. I-I do not think that I could read an entire text in Quenya, though..." The admission of his ignorance made him blush, even more so when there came a snort of derision from Erestor.
"So not even the king's own sons are taught? The ignorance of you Sindar is no wonder then!"
His cheeks were flushed with shame but nevertheless Legolas glared at Erestor. What did the advisor know of his life in Mirkwood, of his father? But he could not just tell him that his father had been too disgusted by the weakness which he must have shown even then to keep him at his court....
"Oh, I would not call them ignorant, Erestor, or have you already forgotten how often their tactics left us surprised and brooding over solutions deep into the night? No, Legolas," Elrond then adressed the young Sinda again, "do not feel ashamed because of your lack of knowledge. Instead, work through those books I brought, and afterwards I will have you assigned a tutor to teach you Quenya and some other languages. Glorfindel, I think that you might even want to take up that task yourself, after all you are one of the few in this valley who grew up with that language."
"Gladly, my Lord," Glorfindel answered and rested one hand on Legolas' shoulder. "But you know that my schedule does not leave me much free time, I do not know if I will be able to teach him regularly every day..."
"Yes, I know, and that is another thing I wanted to talk about. During the long years of this war you have worked very hard, Glorfindel, with almost no time for yourself. Now that we have finally achieved the peace we have longed for for so long, I wish to relieve you of some of your duties. I do not think it is neccessary that you ride out with the guards that often, once a week should suffice, don't you think? I know that several of your captains have proven themselves to be more than capable leaders, you should give them more responsibilities and have more time to yourself. No, listen to me," Elrond said sternly when he saw that his seneschal wanted to protest. "You have a family now, a little son. Spend more time with him, my friend. Now that we are finally in a position to enjoy the peace we wished for you should use this time... he is your first child, you should enjoy this experience as much as possible. Far too soon he will be grown and you will wonder how these years could pass so swiftly."
Elrond's words left Glorfindel silent for a moment which the golden-haired Eldar used to think about what his lord had just told him. At first he wanted to protest against what felt like a demotion, a dismissal to him. But Elrond was right... he was a warrior, and now that finally peace was achieved, he no longer had to dedicate his entire life to protect the valley. Of course the peace was far from perfect and they would have to continue to keep attention to the goings-on in Mirkwood, but nevertheless it would not hurt if he delegated several of his duties.
"Yes..." he finally sighed, " you are right, Elrond. With the situation as it is, my presence is not needed all the time anymore – I will think about your suggestions, my friend, and then talk with my captains about it." When Elrond nodded with approval, Glorfindel turned and smiled at Legolas, the fingers of the hand which still rested on his shoulder twining a strand of pale golden hair around them. "What do you say, roch-neth, do you want to learn Quenya? Believe me, all the poetry you have read will pale before the beauty of the Ainulindalë in its Quenya form."
"Yes, my Lord, I would like that," Legolas answered and smiled at Glorfindel. He had not thought that Glorfindel would be one to know and cherish the beauty of words, but then, he had given him the poems of Arúniel after all. Then the youth offered him another, more tentative smile. "And our son, I think it will make him very happy to be together with you more often."
Elrond gave him a thoughtful look, then raised his eyebrows at Glorfindel without saying a word. He did not have to, his seneschal had also picked up on what had suprised Elrond. It surprised Glorfindel as well, but then, he knew what Legolas' life had been like and how much Legolas had yearned for his father's love. It was only natural that he would try to offer his son what he himself had never been able to have. Although this also meant that Glorfindel would not only have more time to play with his son, but with Legolas as well... Still, this seemed to be something Legolas was aware of since he blushed when Glorfindel smirked and pulled at the hair around his fingers a little too hard for comfort.
"Good, you shall have my company then, both our son... and yourself."
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roch-neth = colt
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Part: 10/?
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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10
Legolas looked up in surprise at being adressed so suddenly. "Something for me?" he echoed, staring at the Lord as if he feared bad news.
Elrond chuckled. "Do not look at me like that, little prince, it is not that bad... I had Erestor bring me the books he wrote for the lessons of my children. I understand that your education so far has been rather fragmentary, and although your love for poetry is admirable I think that you should also further your education in other areas. These are books on the history of our realms and also of those of men and dwarves. I think they should suffice as a beginning... tell me when you have finished them, there are many more things which will help you to get a deeper understanding of Arda. For example languages... can you speak Westron? Khuzdul? Or what about Quenya? Tell me, can you read and write Valinorean?"
"N-no, my Lord," Legolas said, clearly confused by these qestions. "I do not speak the languages of men and dwarves, but I had some lessons in Quenya as a child. I-I do not think that I could read an entire text in Quenya, though..." The admission of his ignorance made him blush, even more so when there came a snort of derision from Erestor.
"So not even the king's own sons are taught? The ignorance of you Sindar is no wonder then!"
His cheeks were flushed with shame but nevertheless Legolas glared at Erestor. What did the advisor know of his life in Mirkwood, of his father? But he could not just tell him that his father had been too disgusted by the weakness which he must have shown even then to keep him at his court....
"Oh, I would not call them ignorant, Erestor, or have you already forgotten how often their tactics left us surprised and brooding over solutions deep into the night? No, Legolas," Elrond then adressed the young Sinda again, "do not feel ashamed because of your lack of knowledge. Instead, work through those books I brought, and afterwards I will have you assigned a tutor to teach you Quenya and some other languages. Glorfindel, I think that you might even want to take up that task yourself, after all you are one of the few in this valley who grew up with that language."
"Gladly, my Lord," Glorfindel answered and rested one hand on Legolas' shoulder. "But you know that my schedule does not leave me much free time, I do not know if I will be able to teach him regularly every day..."
"Yes, I know, and that is another thing I wanted to talk about. During the long years of this war you have worked very hard, Glorfindel, with almost no time for yourself. Now that we have finally achieved the peace we have longed for for so long, I wish to relieve you of some of your duties. I do not think it is neccessary that you ride out with the guards that often, once a week should suffice, don't you think? I know that several of your captains have proven themselves to be more than capable leaders, you should give them more responsibilities and have more time to yourself. No, listen to me," Elrond said sternly when he saw that his seneschal wanted to protest. "You have a family now, a little son. Spend more time with him, my friend. Now that we are finally in a position to enjoy the peace we wished for you should use this time... he is your first child, you should enjoy this experience as much as possible. Far too soon he will be grown and you will wonder how these years could pass so swiftly."
Elrond's words left Glorfindel silent for a moment which the golden-haired Eldar used to think about what his lord had just told him. At first he wanted to protest against what felt like a demotion, a dismissal to him. But Elrond was right... he was a warrior, and now that finally peace was achieved, he no longer had to dedicate his entire life to protect the valley. Of course the peace was far from perfect and they would have to continue to keep attention to the goings-on in Mirkwood, but nevertheless it would not hurt if he delegated several of his duties.
"Yes..." he finally sighed, " you are right, Elrond. With the situation as it is, my presence is not needed all the time anymore – I will think about your suggestions, my friend, and then talk with my captains about it." When Elrond nodded with approval, Glorfindel turned and smiled at Legolas, the fingers of the hand which still rested on his shoulder twining a strand of pale golden hair around them. "What do you say, roch-neth, do you want to learn Quenya? Believe me, all the poetry you have read will pale before the beauty of the Ainulindalë in its Quenya form."
"Yes, my Lord, I would like that," Legolas answered and smiled at Glorfindel. He had not thought that Glorfindel would be one to know and cherish the beauty of words, but then, he had given him the poems of Arúniel after all. Then the youth offered him another, more tentative smile. "And our son, I think it will make him very happy to be together with you more often."
Elrond gave him a thoughtful look, then raised his eyebrows at Glorfindel without saying a word. He did not have to, his seneschal had also picked up on what had suprised Elrond. It surprised Glorfindel as well, but then, he knew what Legolas' life had been like and how much Legolas had yearned for his father's love. It was only natural that he would try to offer his son what he himself had never been able to have. Although this also meant that Glorfindel would not only have more time to play with his son, but with Legolas as well... Still, this seemed to be something Legolas was aware of since he blushed when Glorfindel smirked and pulled at the hair around his fingers a little too hard for comfort.
"Good, you shall have my company then, both our son... and yourself."
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roch-neth = colt
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