Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 13/?
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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Legolas was still asleep when Glorfindel woke up. It was already late, the sun was high up in the sky and for a moment Glorfindel wondered why nobody had come to wake him so that he could fulfill his dayly duties. Legolas was sleeping peacefully, his head buried against Glorfindel's throat so that with each breath, the youth's slightly parted lips caressed his skin with warm air. A soft whimper greeted Glorfindel's first movement, Legolas pressed himself more tightly against him – almost as if he were desperate not to lose contact with Glorfindel's skin, and for a moment Glorfindel revelled in the warmth of the slender body so close to him, a warmth which seemed to be caused not only by bodily closeness but even moreso by affection, by love and trust.
Then memory returned to him and he froze. His trust had been betrayed, by both Elrond and Legolas. He remembered that moment when he saw them kiss, remembered the pain... and how could his lord, his best friend hurt him so? After those long centuries of servitude, how could Elrond betray him like this?
Yes, Glorfindel remembered the pain, and oh, he also remembered what he had done to Legolas in retaliation. He had – he had raped him.
There was no other word for what he had done. He had taken him brutally, made him hurt and bleed not for his own pleasure but solely because he wanted to punish Legolas. Sickness rose up in him, his stomach seemed to clench as he realized that now, finally, he had crossed a line, had commited the one crime he had promised himself he would never become guilty of.
This was worse than when he had taken Legolas for the first time. Then he had been brutal as well but had realized in time what crime he was about to commit, before he had completely destroyed the innocent youth. Now, though... there was no going back now. No matter how much pain Legolas had caused him, he should not have punished him like that. He should have taken a cane to him, a whip even, but to punish him like this, to twist something which always should mean pleasure and extasy into an act of torture...
Glorfindel sobbed once then swallowed the sound, afraid to wake Legolas and be confronted with his fear and revulsion. He bowed his head in grief, buried his face in the golden hair of the young prince, a tear escaping his eyes and running down his cheek.
"Forgive me, Legolas..." he whispered and pressed his lips to his brow, then gently extricated himself from the tight grip of the youth's arms and got up. He spent a long time standing at the window, looking outside where the sun was shining brightly, almost as if to mock the darkness in his heart.
Finally Legolas stirred. Slowly he propped himself up on his elbow, blinking as his eyes focused on the light-filled room. He yawned and stretched, rolling over to where he usually rested against Glorfindel's body, but when he found that part of the bed empty, he sighed and sat up.The motion caused a painful, burning sensation in his lower body... he was used to soreness, but this was worse than what he usually felt after Glorfindel had claimed him. He hissed softly and frowned when he saw that the Noldo stood at the other side of the room against the window with a unreadable expression on his face. And at that moment, when his eyes met those of Glorfindel, he remembered.
For a long moment he kept sitting in the bed as if frozen, returning Glorfindel's gaze out of wide, fearful eyes. Then finally Glorfindel moved, he turned away from Legolas and entered the bathroom without a word, and at that perceived rejection, the Sindarin prince began to cry silently, shaking as he realized what his betrayal had done. But Glorfindel did not stay away for long, after a short moment he came back with a jar in his hand and sat down on the bed next to Legolas.
"Shh, don't cry," he tried to soothe with obvious pain in his voice when Legolas flinched away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you..." Not again, he added silently.
And at those words, Legolas lowered his head in supplication until his forehead rested on Glorfindel's thigh, crying even harder. "Please, I am sorry," he said brokenly. "Please, please don't send my away, punish me any way you want but don't take my son away from me..."
Glorfindel closed his eyes, then he pulled Legolas into his arms. "Hush, pen-neth, I won't send you away, and I will never ever part you from our son! I... I am sorry about the way I reacted yesterday." It was the truth, he felt terrible remorse. He had not tought that he would actually be able to apologize, but now that he was confronted with Legolas' fears – ai, what a monster he must appear to be if the youth actually thought him able to take their son away from him! "I should not have hurt you that way. But you must understand, little prince, I have warned you about my temper... to see you betray me like this! I should have taken a cane, or a whip to you, and believe me, if this happens again I will do so, do you understand me?"
"Yes, my lord," Legolas sobbed and clutched at Glorfindel's robe. "I am so sorry, I know I deserved the punishment.. but please, I did not want to betray you, I was so confused, so afraid..."
Glorfindel sighed. Yes... he would have to talk to Elrond again. There was no acceptable apology for this, no, his lord's reasons were callous and entirely self-serving. But first he had to calm his princeling and see what harm he had done...
Glorfindel kept one hand on Legolas' back and rubbed the pale skin to soothe him as his other hand dipped once into the jar of healing salve and then began to rub it carefully around Legolas' sore opening. Legolas whimpered softly and Glorfindel became even gentler, pressing a light kiss to the tip of his ear to distract him as he pushed one finger inside to spread the salve there as well. "Shhh," Glorfindel whispered again and kissed the soft, tear-stained lips, "I'm sorry for what I did... I promise you, I'll never punish you that way again.
Legolas sighed and rested his head on Glorfindel's shoulder, a little uncomfortable because of the slowly moving finger inside his still burning passage but still grateful that his lord not only seemed to have forgiven him but also tried to ease his pain. "No, I am sorry, my lord, and I promise that I will never again allow another to touch me, no matter who they are."
"Yes," Glorfindel agreed, his eyes growing dark for a moment. "Yes, you'd better keep that promise, because you don't want to know what I'm capable of otherwise."
Part: 13/?
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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Legolas was still asleep when Glorfindel woke up. It was already late, the sun was high up in the sky and for a moment Glorfindel wondered why nobody had come to wake him so that he could fulfill his dayly duties. Legolas was sleeping peacefully, his head buried against Glorfindel's throat so that with each breath, the youth's slightly parted lips caressed his skin with warm air. A soft whimper greeted Glorfindel's first movement, Legolas pressed himself more tightly against him – almost as if he were desperate not to lose contact with Glorfindel's skin, and for a moment Glorfindel revelled in the warmth of the slender body so close to him, a warmth which seemed to be caused not only by bodily closeness but even moreso by affection, by love and trust.
Then memory returned to him and he froze. His trust had been betrayed, by both Elrond and Legolas. He remembered that moment when he saw them kiss, remembered the pain... and how could his lord, his best friend hurt him so? After those long centuries of servitude, how could Elrond betray him like this?
Yes, Glorfindel remembered the pain, and oh, he also remembered what he had done to Legolas in retaliation. He had – he had raped him.
There was no other word for what he had done. He had taken him brutally, made him hurt and bleed not for his own pleasure but solely because he wanted to punish Legolas. Sickness rose up in him, his stomach seemed to clench as he realized that now, finally, he had crossed a line, had commited the one crime he had promised himself he would never become guilty of.
This was worse than when he had taken Legolas for the first time. Then he had been brutal as well but had realized in time what crime he was about to commit, before he had completely destroyed the innocent youth. Now, though... there was no going back now. No matter how much pain Legolas had caused him, he should not have punished him like that. He should have taken a cane to him, a whip even, but to punish him like this, to twist something which always should mean pleasure and extasy into an act of torture...
Glorfindel sobbed once then swallowed the sound, afraid to wake Legolas and be confronted with his fear and revulsion. He bowed his head in grief, buried his face in the golden hair of the young prince, a tear escaping his eyes and running down his cheek.
"Forgive me, Legolas..." he whispered and pressed his lips to his brow, then gently extricated himself from the tight grip of the youth's arms and got up. He spent a long time standing at the window, looking outside where the sun was shining brightly, almost as if to mock the darkness in his heart.
Finally Legolas stirred. Slowly he propped himself up on his elbow, blinking as his eyes focused on the light-filled room. He yawned and stretched, rolling over to where he usually rested against Glorfindel's body, but when he found that part of the bed empty, he sighed and sat up.The motion caused a painful, burning sensation in his lower body... he was used to soreness, but this was worse than what he usually felt after Glorfindel had claimed him. He hissed softly and frowned when he saw that the Noldo stood at the other side of the room against the window with a unreadable expression on his face. And at that moment, when his eyes met those of Glorfindel, he remembered.
For a long moment he kept sitting in the bed as if frozen, returning Glorfindel's gaze out of wide, fearful eyes. Then finally Glorfindel moved, he turned away from Legolas and entered the bathroom without a word, and at that perceived rejection, the Sindarin prince began to cry silently, shaking as he realized what his betrayal had done. But Glorfindel did not stay away for long, after a short moment he came back with a jar in his hand and sat down on the bed next to Legolas.
"Shh, don't cry," he tried to soothe with obvious pain in his voice when Legolas flinched away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you..." Not again, he added silently.
And at those words, Legolas lowered his head in supplication until his forehead rested on Glorfindel's thigh, crying even harder. "Please, I am sorry," he said brokenly. "Please, please don't send my away, punish me any way you want but don't take my son away from me..."
Glorfindel closed his eyes, then he pulled Legolas into his arms. "Hush, pen-neth, I won't send you away, and I will never ever part you from our son! I... I am sorry about the way I reacted yesterday." It was the truth, he felt terrible remorse. He had not tought that he would actually be able to apologize, but now that he was confronted with Legolas' fears – ai, what a monster he must appear to be if the youth actually thought him able to take their son away from him! "I should not have hurt you that way. But you must understand, little prince, I have warned you about my temper... to see you betray me like this! I should have taken a cane, or a whip to you, and believe me, if this happens again I will do so, do you understand me?"
"Yes, my lord," Legolas sobbed and clutched at Glorfindel's robe. "I am so sorry, I know I deserved the punishment.. but please, I did not want to betray you, I was so confused, so afraid..."
Glorfindel sighed. Yes... he would have to talk to Elrond again. There was no acceptable apology for this, no, his lord's reasons were callous and entirely self-serving. But first he had to calm his princeling and see what harm he had done...
Glorfindel kept one hand on Legolas' back and rubbed the pale skin to soothe him as his other hand dipped once into the jar of healing salve and then began to rub it carefully around Legolas' sore opening. Legolas whimpered softly and Glorfindel became even gentler, pressing a light kiss to the tip of his ear to distract him as he pushed one finger inside to spread the salve there as well. "Shhh," Glorfindel whispered again and kissed the soft, tear-stained lips, "I'm sorry for what I did... I promise you, I'll never punish you that way again.
Legolas sighed and rested his head on Glorfindel's shoulder, a little uncomfortable because of the slowly moving finger inside his still burning passage but still grateful that his lord not only seemed to have forgiven him but also tried to ease his pain. "No, I am sorry, my lord, and I promise that I will never again allow another to touch me, no matter who they are."
"Yes," Glorfindel agreed, his eyes growing dark for a moment. "Yes, you'd better keep that promise, because you don't want to know what I'm capable of otherwise."