Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 14/?
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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You might know the Interactive slash stories I host (and if you don't, please check them out, they are fun! *g*)... well, I finally got my own domain so that they are hosted now on a much faster server. Please have a look at
http://wald,heim,at/sherwood/531773/interactives.htm [For the url to work, change the commas to dots ;)]
Also, I've got my own forum now: http://www,esteliel,de/forum [again, commas -- dots] where you can join us for all sorts of discussions if you want! :)
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Once he had finished tending to Legolas, Glorfindel left to find out what had happened to his work while he was asleep. Unfortunately, the first person he came upon was Erestor, who sneered at him, commenting on his age and the fact that it must be very exhausting for him to keep up with his little toy. After another round of only thinly veiled insults, Glorfindel finally managed to find out that Elrond had already implemented the plans he had spoken of yesterday, and most of his usual work was being taken care of by his captains. Glorfindel was not happy about this, despite the free time it granted him, but at least that left only one other task for him now... finding Elrond and clarifying a few things. After having spent almost the entire night walking through the gardens in an attempt to calm himself and to gather his thoughts, it was time now to confront the one who had been the cause of all this.
Finding the Lord of the Valley was actually harder than Glorfindel had thought since he was neither in his rooms nor in the library or the healers' chambers. Finally, after what felt to Glorfindel like the fifth trip through all of the Last Homely House's rooms and corridors, he encountered Elrond. The dark haired Noldo had just come around the corner which led to the kitchen and storerooms when he found himself eye to eye with his blond seneschal, who scowled at him instead of apologizing for running into him. Glorfindel's mood had steadily grown worse with every room he had found empty; every corridor he crossed gave him more time to once again sink down into the dark, simmering anger of the last night.
"Elrond, so you exist after all!" he said angrily, staring at the Noldorin Lord who did not even seem to be aware of what his actions had done. "I have been looking for you for what feels like the better part of the day!"
Elrond frowned, then shook his head with a sigh. "Your usual duties are already being taken care of. I've told you yesterday that I don't want you to–"
"Yes," Glorfindel interrupted him darkly, "and I did not look for you to beg for more work. On the contrary, my Lord," he spat the title out like an insult, "I came to tell you that I will not do any of your paperwork today. Instead I think I will have to spend all day trying to remedy what you so carelessly destroyed yesterday."
"Legolas?" Elrond took a deep breath, then sighed. "Look, Glorfindel, I did not want to cause you any pain, I simply wanted you to realize–"
With a growl Glorfindel swept Elrond against the wall, simultaneously yanking his dagger from his belt and pressing it to the Elven Lord's throat in a motion so swift and smooth that Elrond did not even realize what was happening until the cold metal rested against his skin.
"You wanted me to realize something, my friend? Do you want to know what you made me do? I raped him, Elrond. I *raped* him. And all of his pain, his tears, his blood and his fears were caused by *you*."
Glorfindel closed his eyes. His voice was shaking, as well as his hand which held the dagger. It had all come back to him... his anger, his despair, the violent need to see somebody punished in retribution for the hurt he felt... Legolas' tears, his pliant submissiveness, limply accepting his punishment... and his own terrible enjoyment of it. It was all Elrond's fault – it had to be! How could he possibly accept that there was a darkness like this inside him, some horrible dark presence which fed on the pain and the tears of one who was far too weak to protect himself?
And now he had even used his knife to threaten his lord, the one he had sworn fealty and obeisance to! What had he been thinking? No – this went too far. He had no control over himself anymore, he had to stop this before something happened which he could never atone for.
With a soft, desperate sob, he pulled the weapon away from Elrond and thrust it into the wooden door frame against which the Peredhel's shoulder was pressed. Elrond flinched as the dagger struck hard scarcely a hand's breadth from his neck. "Never again try to help me, my Lord, lest I kill somebody the next time you decide to meddle in my affairs!"
Open-mouthed and visibly shaken, Elrond watched as his seneschal ran from him, the dagger still quivering from the force which had been used to thrust it into the door frame next to his head. For a few moments he stood there, simply trying to gather his thoughts and calm his breath, then he made a decision.
"Wait, Glorfindel! Don't run away from me!" he shouted as he hastened after his seneschal. The golden-haired elf did not listen to him, but Elrond did not relent in his pursuit of the distraught elf. Finally Glorfindel had to stop or else find himself running through the more heavily traveled hallways of Imladris with its Lord in pursuit, yellling about events that no other elf had a right to know.
"Curse you, Elrond, what do you *want* from me?" Glorfindel growled as he turned to face his pursuer. "Haven't you done enough already?"
"You cannot simply throw something like... like *that* into my face and expect me to just accept it!" Elrond had clearly lost his patience as well. The aura of calmness he usually seemed to generate was left behind along with Glorfindel's dagger; his grey eyes sparked with a power which could be unleashed by a single wrong word and break down upon the other like lightning at any moment. "You raped him, Glorfindel? You raped him and now dare to blame me for it? No, do not argue with me now! What about Legolas?" Elrond took a deep, calming breath. "What did you do to him? Does he need my attention?"
"I think he has already seen enough of your *attention*!" Glorfindel snorted, answering Elrond's scowl with a glare of his own. The anger was still there, simmering deep inside him, but the reminder of what his actions could have done to Legolas calmed him more effectively than any reasoning of Elrond. "It is good to see that you care about him so much... but no, he is not hurt. I already took care of him. Although not every wound of his is as easy to treat... Do you have any idea what you did to him yesterday? Just when he began to develop a little trust? Your little game was successful, Elrond, indeed I have now proven how much I care for him – but you did not think that you would be the first one to feel the result of this care, did you? Stay away from him, Elrond, and cease your games. He does not deserve to be a pawn to be used by you, and not even our friendship will stay my hand should you try something like that again."
Elrond's eyes had grown cold during Glorfindel's little speech, and when he was finished, the Peredhel nodded stiffly. "I understand, Glorfindel, and I realize that what I did to Legolas yesterday was not entirely fair. Yet you cannot blame me for the crime you committed; you have only your own temper to blame for that. And if you indeed have finally realized that you care for the little prince, you would do better to work on controlling that temper in the future. Now return to him if that is what you want, you can resume your work tomorrow. I have to meet with Erestor now."
Glorfindel could not believe that Elrond would simply dismiss him like that, but while he stood there in the hallway still white with anger, the Lord of the Valley turned his back on him and walked away.
Glorfindel slowly shook his head. He would never have thought that their friendship would one day end like this, and because of a Sindarin prince at that! Still, there were things which he simply could not forgive that easily... if Elrond valued their friendship, he would have to do more to regain his trust. As it seemed right now, Glorfindel would have to adjust himself to coldness and silence at Elrond's table from now on.
Part: 14/?
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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You might know the Interactive slash stories I host (and if you don't, please check them out, they are fun! *g*)... well, I finally got my own domain so that they are hosted now on a much faster server. Please have a look at
http://wald,heim,at/sherwood/531773/interactives.htm [For the url to work, change the commas to dots ;)]
Also, I've got my own forum now: http://www,esteliel,de/forum [again, commas -- dots] where you can join us for all sorts of discussions if you want! :)
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Once he had finished tending to Legolas, Glorfindel left to find out what had happened to his work while he was asleep. Unfortunately, the first person he came upon was Erestor, who sneered at him, commenting on his age and the fact that it must be very exhausting for him to keep up with his little toy. After another round of only thinly veiled insults, Glorfindel finally managed to find out that Elrond had already implemented the plans he had spoken of yesterday, and most of his usual work was being taken care of by his captains. Glorfindel was not happy about this, despite the free time it granted him, but at least that left only one other task for him now... finding Elrond and clarifying a few things. After having spent almost the entire night walking through the gardens in an attempt to calm himself and to gather his thoughts, it was time now to confront the one who had been the cause of all this.
Finding the Lord of the Valley was actually harder than Glorfindel had thought since he was neither in his rooms nor in the library or the healers' chambers. Finally, after what felt to Glorfindel like the fifth trip through all of the Last Homely House's rooms and corridors, he encountered Elrond. The dark haired Noldo had just come around the corner which led to the kitchen and storerooms when he found himself eye to eye with his blond seneschal, who scowled at him instead of apologizing for running into him. Glorfindel's mood had steadily grown worse with every room he had found empty; every corridor he crossed gave him more time to once again sink down into the dark, simmering anger of the last night.
"Elrond, so you exist after all!" he said angrily, staring at the Noldorin Lord who did not even seem to be aware of what his actions had done. "I have been looking for you for what feels like the better part of the day!"
Elrond frowned, then shook his head with a sigh. "Your usual duties are already being taken care of. I've told you yesterday that I don't want you to–"
"Yes," Glorfindel interrupted him darkly, "and I did not look for you to beg for more work. On the contrary, my Lord," he spat the title out like an insult, "I came to tell you that I will not do any of your paperwork today. Instead I think I will have to spend all day trying to remedy what you so carelessly destroyed yesterday."
"Legolas?" Elrond took a deep breath, then sighed. "Look, Glorfindel, I did not want to cause you any pain, I simply wanted you to realize–"
With a growl Glorfindel swept Elrond against the wall, simultaneously yanking his dagger from his belt and pressing it to the Elven Lord's throat in a motion so swift and smooth that Elrond did not even realize what was happening until the cold metal rested against his skin.
"You wanted me to realize something, my friend? Do you want to know what you made me do? I raped him, Elrond. I *raped* him. And all of his pain, his tears, his blood and his fears were caused by *you*."
Glorfindel closed his eyes. His voice was shaking, as well as his hand which held the dagger. It had all come back to him... his anger, his despair, the violent need to see somebody punished in retribution for the hurt he felt... Legolas' tears, his pliant submissiveness, limply accepting his punishment... and his own terrible enjoyment of it. It was all Elrond's fault – it had to be! How could he possibly accept that there was a darkness like this inside him, some horrible dark presence which fed on the pain and the tears of one who was far too weak to protect himself?
And now he had even used his knife to threaten his lord, the one he had sworn fealty and obeisance to! What had he been thinking? No – this went too far. He had no control over himself anymore, he had to stop this before something happened which he could never atone for.
With a soft, desperate sob, he pulled the weapon away from Elrond and thrust it into the wooden door frame against which the Peredhel's shoulder was pressed. Elrond flinched as the dagger struck hard scarcely a hand's breadth from his neck. "Never again try to help me, my Lord, lest I kill somebody the next time you decide to meddle in my affairs!"
Open-mouthed and visibly shaken, Elrond watched as his seneschal ran from him, the dagger still quivering from the force which had been used to thrust it into the door frame next to his head. For a few moments he stood there, simply trying to gather his thoughts and calm his breath, then he made a decision.
"Wait, Glorfindel! Don't run away from me!" he shouted as he hastened after his seneschal. The golden-haired elf did not listen to him, but Elrond did not relent in his pursuit of the distraught elf. Finally Glorfindel had to stop or else find himself running through the more heavily traveled hallways of Imladris with its Lord in pursuit, yellling about events that no other elf had a right to know.
"Curse you, Elrond, what do you *want* from me?" Glorfindel growled as he turned to face his pursuer. "Haven't you done enough already?"
"You cannot simply throw something like... like *that* into my face and expect me to just accept it!" Elrond had clearly lost his patience as well. The aura of calmness he usually seemed to generate was left behind along with Glorfindel's dagger; his grey eyes sparked with a power which could be unleashed by a single wrong word and break down upon the other like lightning at any moment. "You raped him, Glorfindel? You raped him and now dare to blame me for it? No, do not argue with me now! What about Legolas?" Elrond took a deep, calming breath. "What did you do to him? Does he need my attention?"
"I think he has already seen enough of your *attention*!" Glorfindel snorted, answering Elrond's scowl with a glare of his own. The anger was still there, simmering deep inside him, but the reminder of what his actions could have done to Legolas calmed him more effectively than any reasoning of Elrond. "It is good to see that you care about him so much... but no, he is not hurt. I already took care of him. Although not every wound of his is as easy to treat... Do you have any idea what you did to him yesterday? Just when he began to develop a little trust? Your little game was successful, Elrond, indeed I have now proven how much I care for him – but you did not think that you would be the first one to feel the result of this care, did you? Stay away from him, Elrond, and cease your games. He does not deserve to be a pawn to be used by you, and not even our friendship will stay my hand should you try something like that again."
Elrond's eyes had grown cold during Glorfindel's little speech, and when he was finished, the Peredhel nodded stiffly. "I understand, Glorfindel, and I realize that what I did to Legolas yesterday was not entirely fair. Yet you cannot blame me for the crime you committed; you have only your own temper to blame for that. And if you indeed have finally realized that you care for the little prince, you would do better to work on controlling that temper in the future. Now return to him if that is what you want, you can resume your work tomorrow. I have to meet with Erestor now."
Glorfindel could not believe that Elrond would simply dismiss him like that, but while he stood there in the hallway still white with anger, the Lord of the Valley turned his back on him and walked away.
Glorfindel slowly shook his head. He would never have thought that their friendship would one day end like this, and because of a Sindarin prince at that! Still, there were things which he simply could not forgive that easily... if Elrond valued their friendship, he would have to do more to regain his trust. As it seemed right now, Glorfindel would have to adjust himself to coldness and silence at Elrond's table from now on.