Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 11/?
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
Much thanks to Elflover and Milly for the insistent plotbunny... *g*
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A short while after the conversation had reverted back to political and military matters, a servant came to inform Legolas that the nurse had brought his son since he had begun to cry and could not be calmed again. Elrond who knew how much work small children could be reassured Legolas by telling him that their son was probably only hungry and then offered him his bedroom to have some privacy.
Once Legolas had left them, Thalaron continued to discuss his impression of Mirkwood's remaining army with Glorfindel and Erestor. As usual, Glorfindel and Erestor could find no agreement, but as Elrond was sure that – no matter what plans Thranduil still might have – right now it would take several months if not years to once again bring Mirkwood back to where they could risk open war, Elrond finally decided to have a look at the young prince and his son. Apparently Legolas had accepted his offer of using his bedroom since the door which led there was left half-open. And when Elrond entered his bedroom he found Legolas seated on his bed, reclining against the headbord with his son nursing at his chest.
Legolas looked up and when their eyes met, he blushed, his gaze involuntarily flickering down to his son and then back to Elrond who regarded him with an amused smile. It was obvious that Legolas felt uncomfortable about having him watch, but there was nothing Legolas could do about it since this was after all Elrond's room. And not only did Elrond on some kind of level actually enjoy it to see that look of humiliated embarassment in the Sinda's eyes, he also felt the natural curiosity of a healer who for the first time encountered something he had before only rarely found information about. So he walked towards Legolas and sat down next to him, watching how the apprehension was growing in the eyes of the prince.
Elrond just smiled and rested his eyes on the small Gîlríon who ignored him and was solely focused on suckling. It made Legolas frown; he changed his grip of the small body so that his arm would cover himself and his babe although he could not even say why he felt like hiding from Elrond who was after all a healer. Still he did not like to to be watched when he felt so vulnerable, so insecure already. But the small movement seemed to have disturbed his little star who let go of his nipple to make an angry sound and then latch back onto it once more. Something was wrong now, though, this time it hurt and Legolas made a small squeak of surprise and pain while he tried to get the aching nub free of his son's insistent mouth.
"Ouch, Gîl! Stop it!" he complained, pressing one hand to the aching nub while the other held his squirming son in his lap. He groaned miserably at the feeling of soreness, then glared at Elrond when the lord actually dared to laugh. Legolas had not invited him to come watch him, so what did he do here? And if he had nothing better to do than laugh at him, he could just as well leave again. Legolas for sure did not need him here, he hated it to have others observe his body. It was enough that they were already calling him a girl for submitting to Glorfindel, he did not need to show them that his body had changed to function like that of a female as well.
But of course Elrond coul not simply leave him alone to care for this son, no, he had to touch him, too. Legolas was too annoyed by now, though and flinched back with an angry hiss when Elrond's fingers brushed his hurting nipple, glaring at the Noldo when he dared to reach out for him once more. "Don't touch me!" he insisted and then growled deep in his throat when Elrond did not listen and instead held him still against the headboard of the bed with one hand. His other hand once more brushed against his nipple, pressing against the swollen area and taking in the redness and Legolas' soft gasp.
"Does this happen often?" he asked calmly.
Another glare answered him. "Sometimes."
"Hmmm..." Elrond mused, changing to the other nipple to prod and massage there as well. "This happens because you hold him the wrong way... but I showed you what to do, didn't I?"
"Yes," Legolas admitted, a little calmer now but still clearly unhappy with the intimate touches. "But sometimes he is too impatient to wait for me to position him correctly."
Elrond laughed softly and shook his head. "He will have to learn patience if you don't want to continue to hurt." Then he smiled at Gîlríon and stroked his cheek with one finger. "Impatient and demanding, hmm? Just like your father to take what you want without caring if you cause pain..."
Legolas blushed under Elrond's meaningful smirk, feeling shame at being so casually humiliated, and by means of his son even! Nevertheless he kept silent and tried not to give away how Elrond's remarks had affected him.
"Stay here, I have a salve which will help with the pain," Elrond finally said and got up to get a small pot from a board. When he returned, Legolas refused to meet his eyes and did his best to not flinch this time when his aching nipple was once more touched. The salve felt good though, and Legolas finally relaxed a little when the pain lessened under Elrond's skilful massage. "Next time, you should tell me if you experience any pain, no matter why or where... I am a healer after all, and although I have tried to find as much information about male pregnancies as possible, there is not much written about it."
Legolas nodded meekly. His anger had disappeared again and all he wanted right now was to get away from Elrond as fast as possible. Even if the Noldo was a healer, he hated this forced intimacy. He just could not bring himself to trust him; even when Elrond was checking his body he could never forget that this was his father's nemesis who touched his most intimate places while he had to helplessly accept all that was done to him.
"I am beginning to write down all I could gather from your pregnancy," Elrond began to tell him while his hand was still moving in gentle circles over Legolas' chest. "Finally I am able to witness such a pregnancy, I am sure that this will someday help somebody... at least when you carry Glorfindel's next child we will know what to expect."
Glorfindel's next child... Legolas chose not to answer and instead only sighed. That was not something he looked forward to... especially not when he still felt so insecure when it came to caring for Gîlríon. Would they not at least give him time to grow more experienced with the raising of a child?
"Your other children are going to be as adorable as this little one, I think," Elrond smiled and watched as Gîlríon's blue eyes fixed on him in fascination. "Yes, little star, you look forward to having siblings, don't you? I will enjoy to see children playing in my gardens once more... and you, princeling, you will enjoy to have a family like that, won't you?"
Legolas' eyes widened. Did Elrond know...? But no... how could he? Perhaps he was so easy to read that it was obvious to everybody how much he neded those small tokens of affection Glorfindel granted him?It was pathetic, this need, Legolas knew that, but until now he had always hoped that nobody knew that weakness of his. "I will always love my children," he declared and felt to his great dismay the threat of tears. No, he could not start crying, not in front of Elrond... he would never be able to forgive himself if he brought that shame on himself.
"I know, little one," Elrond sighed and gently forced his chin up so he could look into Legolas' eyes. "There is a lot of love inside of you, isn't there? No, do not fear me," he then added when Legolas again lowered his eyes, "I will not hurt you. And you should not fear Glorfindel either, he cares for you very much... if you could bring yourself to trust him completely, I think that you would find that there is nothing for you to fear here. But you cannot do that yet, can you?"
Legolas was trembling a little; his eyes showed that he did not understand what Elrond tried to tell him, that he was even scared by this sudden friendliness.
"You are looking very beautiful, sweet prince," Elrond whispered and pressed a kiss to the Sinda's brow. "And I think that it might make you feel better if you were to wear your braids... remember that you are not a nameless, unimportant plaything, you are the one who will carry the heirs of Glorfindel the Balrog-slayer, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, beloved of all our people. And while you belong to Glorfindel, you do not belong to anybody else, so try to show that you are no toy, indeed you are of far nobler birth than those who mock you!"
"But I am no longer a prince..." Legolas almost whimpered when Elrond's words brought back the pain of being exiled by his own father.
"Yes, you are! You were born as a prince and nobody can take that away from you! Your father, your whole realm might try to pretend that you don't exist, but this does not change the fact that you do exist, that you are a prince, the youngest prince of Mirkwood!"
Tears began to run down Legolas' cheeks. He had so desperately tried to hold them back but now he could no longer fight them, Elrond's words had shattered something inside him and he began to sob, shaking against the Peredhel who readily gathered him into his arms.
"Shh little prince, do not cry," Elrond whispered sweetly into his ear. "You are not made for tears, beautiful one..." His mouth moved to the silvery tracks on Legolas' cheeks and kissed the moisture away, then pressed gentle kisses all over the youth's face until Legolas finally stopped crying. "Such beauty... how could anybody not love you?" he sighed and then took Legolas' mouth, gently and yet insistently sampling what so far only Glorfindel had tasted. Legolas' lips parted for him in what could have been a startled gasp, or perhaps also willing submission. And when Elrond's tongue delved deep into his mouth to explore, Legolas did not follow it's invitation to play but neither did he pull away. After a moment, Elrond even managed to coax a soft, helpless moan from somewhere deep in in Legolas' throat when he did not relent in his agressive exploration. The eyes of the Noldo lightened up with pleased satisfaction, he became gentler and raised one hand to caress Legolas' hair. Then he turned a little, still tenderly kissing the youth, and raised his eyes to throw a gaze both teasing and challenging to Glorfindel who stood frozen in the door.
Part: 11/?
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
Much thanks to Elflover and Milly for the insistent plotbunny... *g*
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A short while after the conversation had reverted back to political and military matters, a servant came to inform Legolas that the nurse had brought his son since he had begun to cry and could not be calmed again. Elrond who knew how much work small children could be reassured Legolas by telling him that their son was probably only hungry and then offered him his bedroom to have some privacy.
Once Legolas had left them, Thalaron continued to discuss his impression of Mirkwood's remaining army with Glorfindel and Erestor. As usual, Glorfindel and Erestor could find no agreement, but as Elrond was sure that – no matter what plans Thranduil still might have – right now it would take several months if not years to once again bring Mirkwood back to where they could risk open war, Elrond finally decided to have a look at the young prince and his son. Apparently Legolas had accepted his offer of using his bedroom since the door which led there was left half-open. And when Elrond entered his bedroom he found Legolas seated on his bed, reclining against the headbord with his son nursing at his chest.
Legolas looked up and when their eyes met, he blushed, his gaze involuntarily flickering down to his son and then back to Elrond who regarded him with an amused smile. It was obvious that Legolas felt uncomfortable about having him watch, but there was nothing Legolas could do about it since this was after all Elrond's room. And not only did Elrond on some kind of level actually enjoy it to see that look of humiliated embarassment in the Sinda's eyes, he also felt the natural curiosity of a healer who for the first time encountered something he had before only rarely found information about. So he walked towards Legolas and sat down next to him, watching how the apprehension was growing in the eyes of the prince.
Elrond just smiled and rested his eyes on the small Gîlríon who ignored him and was solely focused on suckling. It made Legolas frown; he changed his grip of the small body so that his arm would cover himself and his babe although he could not even say why he felt like hiding from Elrond who was after all a healer. Still he did not like to to be watched when he felt so vulnerable, so insecure already. But the small movement seemed to have disturbed his little star who let go of his nipple to make an angry sound and then latch back onto it once more. Something was wrong now, though, this time it hurt and Legolas made a small squeak of surprise and pain while he tried to get the aching nub free of his son's insistent mouth.
"Ouch, Gîl! Stop it!" he complained, pressing one hand to the aching nub while the other held his squirming son in his lap. He groaned miserably at the feeling of soreness, then glared at Elrond when the lord actually dared to laugh. Legolas had not invited him to come watch him, so what did he do here? And if he had nothing better to do than laugh at him, he could just as well leave again. Legolas for sure did not need him here, he hated it to have others observe his body. It was enough that they were already calling him a girl for submitting to Glorfindel, he did not need to show them that his body had changed to function like that of a female as well.
But of course Elrond coul not simply leave him alone to care for this son, no, he had to touch him, too. Legolas was too annoyed by now, though and flinched back with an angry hiss when Elrond's fingers brushed his hurting nipple, glaring at the Noldo when he dared to reach out for him once more. "Don't touch me!" he insisted and then growled deep in his throat when Elrond did not listen and instead held him still against the headboard of the bed with one hand. His other hand once more brushed against his nipple, pressing against the swollen area and taking in the redness and Legolas' soft gasp.
"Does this happen often?" he asked calmly.
Another glare answered him. "Sometimes."
"Hmmm..." Elrond mused, changing to the other nipple to prod and massage there as well. "This happens because you hold him the wrong way... but I showed you what to do, didn't I?"
"Yes," Legolas admitted, a little calmer now but still clearly unhappy with the intimate touches. "But sometimes he is too impatient to wait for me to position him correctly."
Elrond laughed softly and shook his head. "He will have to learn patience if you don't want to continue to hurt." Then he smiled at Gîlríon and stroked his cheek with one finger. "Impatient and demanding, hmm? Just like your father to take what you want without caring if you cause pain..."
Legolas blushed under Elrond's meaningful smirk, feeling shame at being so casually humiliated, and by means of his son even! Nevertheless he kept silent and tried not to give away how Elrond's remarks had affected him.
"Stay here, I have a salve which will help with the pain," Elrond finally said and got up to get a small pot from a board. When he returned, Legolas refused to meet his eyes and did his best to not flinch this time when his aching nipple was once more touched. The salve felt good though, and Legolas finally relaxed a little when the pain lessened under Elrond's skilful massage. "Next time, you should tell me if you experience any pain, no matter why or where... I am a healer after all, and although I have tried to find as much information about male pregnancies as possible, there is not much written about it."
Legolas nodded meekly. His anger had disappeared again and all he wanted right now was to get away from Elrond as fast as possible. Even if the Noldo was a healer, he hated this forced intimacy. He just could not bring himself to trust him; even when Elrond was checking his body he could never forget that this was his father's nemesis who touched his most intimate places while he had to helplessly accept all that was done to him.
"I am beginning to write down all I could gather from your pregnancy," Elrond began to tell him while his hand was still moving in gentle circles over Legolas' chest. "Finally I am able to witness such a pregnancy, I am sure that this will someday help somebody... at least when you carry Glorfindel's next child we will know what to expect."
Glorfindel's next child... Legolas chose not to answer and instead only sighed. That was not something he looked forward to... especially not when he still felt so insecure when it came to caring for Gîlríon. Would they not at least give him time to grow more experienced with the raising of a child?
"Your other children are going to be as adorable as this little one, I think," Elrond smiled and watched as Gîlríon's blue eyes fixed on him in fascination. "Yes, little star, you look forward to having siblings, don't you? I will enjoy to see children playing in my gardens once more... and you, princeling, you will enjoy to have a family like that, won't you?"
Legolas' eyes widened. Did Elrond know...? But no... how could he? Perhaps he was so easy to read that it was obvious to everybody how much he neded those small tokens of affection Glorfindel granted him?It was pathetic, this need, Legolas knew that, but until now he had always hoped that nobody knew that weakness of his. "I will always love my children," he declared and felt to his great dismay the threat of tears. No, he could not start crying, not in front of Elrond... he would never be able to forgive himself if he brought that shame on himself.
"I know, little one," Elrond sighed and gently forced his chin up so he could look into Legolas' eyes. "There is a lot of love inside of you, isn't there? No, do not fear me," he then added when Legolas again lowered his eyes, "I will not hurt you. And you should not fear Glorfindel either, he cares for you very much... if you could bring yourself to trust him completely, I think that you would find that there is nothing for you to fear here. But you cannot do that yet, can you?"
Legolas was trembling a little; his eyes showed that he did not understand what Elrond tried to tell him, that he was even scared by this sudden friendliness.
"You are looking very beautiful, sweet prince," Elrond whispered and pressed a kiss to the Sinda's brow. "And I think that it might make you feel better if you were to wear your braids... remember that you are not a nameless, unimportant plaything, you are the one who will carry the heirs of Glorfindel the Balrog-slayer, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, beloved of all our people. And while you belong to Glorfindel, you do not belong to anybody else, so try to show that you are no toy, indeed you are of far nobler birth than those who mock you!"
"But I am no longer a prince..." Legolas almost whimpered when Elrond's words brought back the pain of being exiled by his own father.
"Yes, you are! You were born as a prince and nobody can take that away from you! Your father, your whole realm might try to pretend that you don't exist, but this does not change the fact that you do exist, that you are a prince, the youngest prince of Mirkwood!"
Tears began to run down Legolas' cheeks. He had so desperately tried to hold them back but now he could no longer fight them, Elrond's words had shattered something inside him and he began to sob, shaking against the Peredhel who readily gathered him into his arms.
"Shh little prince, do not cry," Elrond whispered sweetly into his ear. "You are not made for tears, beautiful one..." His mouth moved to the silvery tracks on Legolas' cheeks and kissed the moisture away, then pressed gentle kisses all over the youth's face until Legolas finally stopped crying. "Such beauty... how could anybody not love you?" he sighed and then took Legolas' mouth, gently and yet insistently sampling what so far only Glorfindel had tasted. Legolas' lips parted for him in what could have been a startled gasp, or perhaps also willing submission. And when Elrond's tongue delved deep into his mouth to explore, Legolas did not follow it's invitation to play but neither did he pull away. After a moment, Elrond even managed to coax a soft, helpless moan from somewhere deep in in Legolas' throat when he did not relent in his agressive exploration. The eyes of the Noldo lightened up with pleased satisfaction, he became gentler and raised one hand to caress Legolas' hair. Then he turned a little, still tenderly kissing the youth, and raised his eyes to throw a gaze both teasing and challenging to Glorfindel who stood frozen in the door.