Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 12/?
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
************************
"What *exactly* are you doing there, my lord?" Glorfindel asked slowly. His voice was calm... too calm, and Elrond knew that his friend was only a very small step away from showing his infamous temper. And at the sound of Glorfindel's voice the young prince in his arms had frozen as well until he suddenly pulled away from Elrond and scrambled backwards, only stopping when he felt the headboard at his back. His eyes were wide and filled with dread, he was once more shaking when the panic began to set in, and for a moment Elrond felt remorse for what he had done. It was not something he had planned to do, at the beginning he only wanted to talk with Legolas and see how this situation had affected him. But then this chance had presented itself to him, a chance perhaps to finally make Glorfindel realize that Legolas was more than those he had taken to his bed before.
Of course this action could backfire and cause more hurt to these two, but this was a risk Elrond told himself he had to take if he wanted to see an improvement of this situation in the near future. And as much as he loved his seneschal, sometimes you had to hurt your friends in order to help them – as least if they were as pig-headed as his dear seneschal.
"Oh, I think that is obvious! I wanted to know if your fair prince tastes as sweet as his appearance promises. And so far you have never protested if I wanted a small sample of your lovers." Elrond smiled, then got up from the bed. "Do not be angry with him, I surprised him."
Glorfindel staid silent, still not moving and not showing any reaction to Elrond's words. His eyes had darkened in what could have been both rage or hurt at being betrayed so, Elrond was not sure. But when he moved closer to his friend in order to leave the room, he once more spoke, this time in a whisper that was meant only for Glorfindel's ears.
"Now ask yourself what you feel, and ask yourself why you feel it."
Glorfindel flinched and turned to look into Elrond's eyes. So this was what was behind it? This was just some sort of game to prove a point to him? Elrond would frighten the Sindarin child out of his wits, he'd destroy any trust the young prince might have developed, only to gain an advantage in a game Glorfindel did not even want to play?
No... Elrond had always been his friend as much as his Lord, but that strange, calculating creature he saw in front of himself now did not have any resemblance to the man he had been glad to call his friend. "Do you not care at all about how deeply you have hurt him?" he murmured tonelessly, the feeling of betrayal obvious in his eyes.
"Ah, and now ask yourself why *you* care," Elrond whispered in a voice which seemed strangely sad, and then he left the room to return to the balcony where Erestor and Thalaron were still waiting. Glorfindel did not move for several minutes, he kept standing in the door and watching Legolas who still crouched at the end of the bed. Pale, shocked, trembling, his cheeks wet with tears... it was obvious what Elrond's casual use of him had done to the youth. Glorfindel still felt betrayed, still wanted vengeance for the pain in Legolas' eyes, but at the same time a feeling grew inside him which was dark and too powerful to resist. It told him that he should not care, that he should ignore the state Legolas was in, after all the Sinda had been a willing participant in the kiss, had not protested... he deserved the pain, yes, he deserved a good deal more, a cane, no, one of the whips humans used on their horses...
"Please, I am sorry..." Legolas whispered finally. His lashes were sparkling with tears when he raised his eyes to give Glorfindel a pleading gaze, his son cradled tightly against his chest as if he were afraid that Glorfindel might take him away from him.
The golden-haired warrior gave him a look filled with such rage that Legolas flinched back, then Glorfindel turned and left the room without another word. Legolas broke down then, curled around his son and sobbed until there were no more tears left.
It took an hour until Legolas finally found the courage to leave Elrond's bed. The lord had not come back to see him and Legolas was glad, he did not think he could look at Elrond again without showing how betrayed he felt, how much it had hurt him to see himself handled as a toy by the very same man whose sweet words had given him back some confidence only moments before. And now he had to face Glorfindel, there was no way around it... Legolas hoped that in the meantime the warrior had calmed a little, but he did not really believe it. That look in Glorfindel's eyes had scared him – but there was nothing he could do abut it. And if the Noldo decided to punish him, he would just have to accept it. Even if it meant to submit to the cane once more, or to whatever other ways of punishment Glorfindel deemed neccessary...
Glorfindel was not in their rooms when Legolas had finally forced himself to enter them. This caused both relief and even greater panic in Legolas – he had never known Glorfindel to wait, usually the warrior would act immediately whether it was a matter of punishment or politics. That he kept away from their room now scared Legolas; perhaps Glorfindel's rage was so great that he feared doing Legolas permanent harm if he dealt with him now?
Legolas sighed. He would have to wait and see what Glorfindel would do with him, for now he could do nothing but wait. He pressed a gentle kiss to his son's brow and then put him to sleep in his cradle. They had put it in what had once been Glorfindel's dressing room; now it was a nursery and Legolas was finally glad about the wall which seperated him and his son. At least Gîlríon would not see or hear what happened when Glorfindel eventually returned...
It was already dark outside when Glorfindel finally entered his bedroom. Legolas was asleep, naked as Glorfindel had decreed so many months ago and tightly curled in on himself. There were tracks of dried tears on his face and every so often he would whimper and move restlessly. It was obvious that Legolas' sleep was darkened by the events of the afternoon, but Glorfindel did not move to comfort him. Instead he pulled his clothes off and threw them against the wall, not caring where they ended up. And when he was naked he joined Legolas on the bed and shook him hard until the youth jerked awake with a frightened whimper.
"Well?" Glorfindel hissed. "I set you a task earlier today... have you decided on a way to pleasure me?"
Legolas stared at him, wide-eyed and trembling with fear. This was not what he had expected – did Glorfindel want to pretend that nothing had happened? At least it was better than being punished, Legolas tried to tell himself. But with the events of the day, he had completely forgotten about Glorfindel's request... what could he do? What would Glorfindel like? Always Glorfindel had been the one to initiate intimacy, always Glorfindel would tell him how to please him. How was he supposed to think of something special? He had no experience in these matters, and Glorfindel knew it...
#################
This part has been censored due to ff,net's no-NC-17-policy. If you want to read the complete, uncensored version, go to adultfanfiction,net. You can find the direct link in my author's profile!
#################
And then Glorfindel got up and put his clothes back on and left without a word. Once more Legolas was shaken by sobs, but all the events of the day had left him so exhausted that he fell asleep after a few minutes, only to jerk awake again sometime later after a nightmare. Several times the same thing happened until he grew afraid of sleep and the dreams it brought, and yet he could do nothing against his body's need and always slipped back into reverie.
Finally he woke once more when the light of Arien was already sending the first rays to fight the darkness of the night, and this time he was no longer alone. Glorfindel must have returned while he had been asleep, the golden warrior rested behind him and had drawn him into his arms, his face buried in Legolas' hair. Once more tears began to slide down Legolas' cheeks, but this time it was from relief. Glorfindel no longer hated him, Glorfindel no longer sook to punish him... perhaps it was too early yet to see if he had forgiven him, but at least Glorfindel had returned to him. And when Legolas fell asleep this time, there were no more nightmares while Glorfindel held him close.
Part: 12/?
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
************************
"What *exactly* are you doing there, my lord?" Glorfindel asked slowly. His voice was calm... too calm, and Elrond knew that his friend was only a very small step away from showing his infamous temper. And at the sound of Glorfindel's voice the young prince in his arms had frozen as well until he suddenly pulled away from Elrond and scrambled backwards, only stopping when he felt the headboard at his back. His eyes were wide and filled with dread, he was once more shaking when the panic began to set in, and for a moment Elrond felt remorse for what he had done. It was not something he had planned to do, at the beginning he only wanted to talk with Legolas and see how this situation had affected him. But then this chance had presented itself to him, a chance perhaps to finally make Glorfindel realize that Legolas was more than those he had taken to his bed before.
Of course this action could backfire and cause more hurt to these two, but this was a risk Elrond told himself he had to take if he wanted to see an improvement of this situation in the near future. And as much as he loved his seneschal, sometimes you had to hurt your friends in order to help them – as least if they were as pig-headed as his dear seneschal.
"Oh, I think that is obvious! I wanted to know if your fair prince tastes as sweet as his appearance promises. And so far you have never protested if I wanted a small sample of your lovers." Elrond smiled, then got up from the bed. "Do not be angry with him, I surprised him."
Glorfindel staid silent, still not moving and not showing any reaction to Elrond's words. His eyes had darkened in what could have been both rage or hurt at being betrayed so, Elrond was not sure. But when he moved closer to his friend in order to leave the room, he once more spoke, this time in a whisper that was meant only for Glorfindel's ears.
"Now ask yourself what you feel, and ask yourself why you feel it."
Glorfindel flinched and turned to look into Elrond's eyes. So this was what was behind it? This was just some sort of game to prove a point to him? Elrond would frighten the Sindarin child out of his wits, he'd destroy any trust the young prince might have developed, only to gain an advantage in a game Glorfindel did not even want to play?
No... Elrond had always been his friend as much as his Lord, but that strange, calculating creature he saw in front of himself now did not have any resemblance to the man he had been glad to call his friend. "Do you not care at all about how deeply you have hurt him?" he murmured tonelessly, the feeling of betrayal obvious in his eyes.
"Ah, and now ask yourself why *you* care," Elrond whispered in a voice which seemed strangely sad, and then he left the room to return to the balcony where Erestor and Thalaron were still waiting. Glorfindel did not move for several minutes, he kept standing in the door and watching Legolas who still crouched at the end of the bed. Pale, shocked, trembling, his cheeks wet with tears... it was obvious what Elrond's casual use of him had done to the youth. Glorfindel still felt betrayed, still wanted vengeance for the pain in Legolas' eyes, but at the same time a feeling grew inside him which was dark and too powerful to resist. It told him that he should not care, that he should ignore the state Legolas was in, after all the Sinda had been a willing participant in the kiss, had not protested... he deserved the pain, yes, he deserved a good deal more, a cane, no, one of the whips humans used on their horses...
"Please, I am sorry..." Legolas whispered finally. His lashes were sparkling with tears when he raised his eyes to give Glorfindel a pleading gaze, his son cradled tightly against his chest as if he were afraid that Glorfindel might take him away from him.
The golden-haired warrior gave him a look filled with such rage that Legolas flinched back, then Glorfindel turned and left the room without another word. Legolas broke down then, curled around his son and sobbed until there were no more tears left.
It took an hour until Legolas finally found the courage to leave Elrond's bed. The lord had not come back to see him and Legolas was glad, he did not think he could look at Elrond again without showing how betrayed he felt, how much it had hurt him to see himself handled as a toy by the very same man whose sweet words had given him back some confidence only moments before. And now he had to face Glorfindel, there was no way around it... Legolas hoped that in the meantime the warrior had calmed a little, but he did not really believe it. That look in Glorfindel's eyes had scared him – but there was nothing he could do abut it. And if the Noldo decided to punish him, he would just have to accept it. Even if it meant to submit to the cane once more, or to whatever other ways of punishment Glorfindel deemed neccessary...
Glorfindel was not in their rooms when Legolas had finally forced himself to enter them. This caused both relief and even greater panic in Legolas – he had never known Glorfindel to wait, usually the warrior would act immediately whether it was a matter of punishment or politics. That he kept away from their room now scared Legolas; perhaps Glorfindel's rage was so great that he feared doing Legolas permanent harm if he dealt with him now?
Legolas sighed. He would have to wait and see what Glorfindel would do with him, for now he could do nothing but wait. He pressed a gentle kiss to his son's brow and then put him to sleep in his cradle. They had put it in what had once been Glorfindel's dressing room; now it was a nursery and Legolas was finally glad about the wall which seperated him and his son. At least Gîlríon would not see or hear what happened when Glorfindel eventually returned...
It was already dark outside when Glorfindel finally entered his bedroom. Legolas was asleep, naked as Glorfindel had decreed so many months ago and tightly curled in on himself. There were tracks of dried tears on his face and every so often he would whimper and move restlessly. It was obvious that Legolas' sleep was darkened by the events of the afternoon, but Glorfindel did not move to comfort him. Instead he pulled his clothes off and threw them against the wall, not caring where they ended up. And when he was naked he joined Legolas on the bed and shook him hard until the youth jerked awake with a frightened whimper.
"Well?" Glorfindel hissed. "I set you a task earlier today... have you decided on a way to pleasure me?"
Legolas stared at him, wide-eyed and trembling with fear. This was not what he had expected – did Glorfindel want to pretend that nothing had happened? At least it was better than being punished, Legolas tried to tell himself. But with the events of the day, he had completely forgotten about Glorfindel's request... what could he do? What would Glorfindel like? Always Glorfindel had been the one to initiate intimacy, always Glorfindel would tell him how to please him. How was he supposed to think of something special? He had no experience in these matters, and Glorfindel knew it...
#################
This part has been censored due to ff,net's no-NC-17-policy. If you want to read the complete, uncensored version, go to adultfanfiction,net. You can find the direct link in my author's profile!
#################
And then Glorfindel got up and put his clothes back on and left without a word. Once more Legolas was shaken by sobs, but all the events of the day had left him so exhausted that he fell asleep after a few minutes, only to jerk awake again sometime later after a nightmare. Several times the same thing happened until he grew afraid of sleep and the dreams it brought, and yet he could do nothing against his body's need and always slipped back into reverie.
Finally he woke once more when the light of Arien was already sending the first rays to fight the darkness of the night, and this time he was no longer alone. Glorfindel must have returned while he had been asleep, the golden warrior rested behind him and had drawn him into his arms, his face buried in Legolas' hair. Once more tears began to slide down Legolas' cheeks, but this time it was from relief. Glorfindel no longer hated him, Glorfindel no longer sook to punish him... perhaps it was too early yet to see if he had forgiven him, but at least Glorfindel had returned to him. And when Legolas fell asleep this time, there were no more nightmares while Glorfindel held him close.