Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 15/?
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
Lots of thanks to Calenharn Elflover for the very thorough beta and also to Gabby for talking over some stuff with me. :)
As always you can join us for discussion at http://forum,esteliel,de (use dots instead of the commas *g*)
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Several weeks passed without incident. The new arrangement of the guards and their captains' schedules worked as well as Elrond had hoped, which left Glorfindel with a great amount of free time. As proposed he had undertaken to instruct Legolas in Quenya, and the young Sinda had proven to be an inquisitive and eager student – if his mind was not occupied by other things, which happened far too often for Glorfindel's liking. Their son, Legolas' training in weaponry, the history books of Erestor or the latest volume of poetry – almost anything could distract his young student from his lessons.
Glorfindel was often sorely tempted to give him a thorough spanking so that Legolas would finally learn to pay attention – but he had thus far refrained from it. He could still remember how easily the twins had been fascinated by each and every thing when they were as young, and somehow he found himself sympathizing with the youth who was now for the first time allowed to ask questions.
And of course there was still the matter of that night when he had taken the youth brutally, in order to punish him. Since then the thought of causing Legolas pain no longer held delight for him. Every time he thought to discipline the young prince he again felt the panic and remorse he had felt after he realized what he had done.
This situation was not acceptable to Glorfindel. He could not allow this irrational fear to stay his hand when it came to discipline. The youth needed to have firm limits set now or the future would lead to more misunderstandings and power struggles. Still, it was hard to punish Legolas when he came to him flushed and breathless, talking of a blue butterfly with obvious delight, when he should have already finished the translation of a poem – more so because he could still remember the terrible fear in Legolas' eyes not so long ago.
Glorfindel demanded submission, but he did not like it when it was brought on by fear alone. He had thought those days to be long gone, but through Elrond's meddling, Legolas' confidence and trust had experienced a relapse. The youth was still painfully shy when it came to interaction with the other Noldor of Imladris; he kept quiet during dinner and during his training sessions and in general tried not to catch anyone's attention. The only one he allowed himself to act unguarded around was Glorfindel, and while the seneschal was happy about that fact, it baffled him. After all he, had been the one to betray Legolas' trust; he had broken his promise to protect him.
This uncomfortable fact made it all the more harder for Glorfindel to enforce discipline when it came to lessons. He was the only one that the youth trusted, and after the recent crisis, he did not want to strain that trust further by having to punish Legolas over the matter of lessons. The studies in language and weaponry and history were all in his best interest - yet if Legolas did not soon exert self-control, then he would be forced to take a firm hand to encourage his attention. For apart from his general neglect in training Legolas, it seemed that Thranduil had also failed to encourage self-discipline, a trait that the young prince sorely needed to develop if he were ever to grow into the position that he was born to.
Nor was this matter of lessons the only area in which Glorfindel hesitated to exert control. Even the pleasure that he took from Legolas was tainted by that night. It seemed that Legolas had forgiven him, or – more likely – was convinced that Glorfindel's actions had been a just punishment he had earned, despite the fact that Glorfindel had admitted his mistake. It left the Noldo in an awkward situation as he could not quite bring himself to use Legolas as was his right, and so he had held back at night. Refraining from hurting the youth nevertheless meant that he was at the same time denying himself pleasure, the kind of pleasure that only the feeling of a trembling, helpless body beneath him could bring. And Glorfindel had never been somebody to deny himself, especially not when it came to pleasure. His frustration grew with each day he forced himself to gentleness as he took Legolas, making him irritable and short-spoken when he met with his captains.
The situation between the Lord of Imladris and his seneschal was also still unresolved. Elrond had not said a single word about the event, beyond the heated exchange in the hallway that day. Every time they had meals at his table, both Glorfindel and Elrond refused to talk to each other. This in turn caused the other members of the household to keep silent as well, fearing to worsen the situation. Meetings in Elrond's study had also shortened considerably; Glorfindel never stayed longer than needed. A few frosty words while he delivered the reports of his captains was the only interaction that took place between them.
But today something had happened which brought a change to the usual routine of the day. During the last exchange of prisoners with Mirkwood, one of Elrond's advisors, who had been taken during the war, had been freed together with several other Noldorin warriors. Most of those who had survived their time as prisoners left for the Grey Havens, after spending some time in Lórien until they were well enough for the long journey. But Ellonúr, together with two other warriors, had decided to return to Imladris and his place in his Lord's council. As a servant had just told Glorfindel, the small group had arrived an hour ago, so instead of the usual dinner, a small feast would be held to celebrate the event.
Legolas had been frightened when he heard the news as he was well aware that someone who had been a prisoner of his father could only harbor hostile feelings towards him, despite the fact that Legolas' own relationship with his father was rather complicated. Dinner would probably mean humiliation for him as those Noldor would certainly enjoy seeing the son of their enemy in a position like this. On the other hand there had been situations like this before and by now he should have learned to live with them, Legolas told himself while he looked through the robes that Glorfindel had had made for him. Surely it could not be worse than that evening when he had insulted Celeborn and had then been punished by Glorfindel...
The memory made him shiver which in turn directed Glorfindel's attention to him. The golden haired elf had just decided on a robe for himself which he now laid out on the bed. As usual when it came to ceremonial events it was embroidered with tiny golden flowers, the symbol of his house. Next to the robe there was a small box which, as Legolas knew, contained a hairbrush and several small hairclips, also made from gold and formed into filigreed golden flowers.
Glorfindel frowned when he saw Legolas so lost in thought. He sat down on the bed, next to the small box, and patted the space between his thighs, ordering Legolas to sit there. He wrapped his arms around him when the youth obeyed, drawing him closer and resting his cheek against the soft hair of the young prince.
"Well, roch-neth? What is it that makes you frown so?" he asked, although he was fairly sure that he knew the source of Legolas' concern.
The Sinda sighed, then bit his lip. "Do I have to accompany you to dinner, my lord? Can I not stay with Gîl instead? I am sure that no one would miss my presence..."
"I would, little one," Glorfindel said and gently kissed Legolas' neck. "I enjoy having you close to me, you know that. I also know why it is that you do not want to come to the Hall of Fire tonight, but believe me, if you stay away everybody will think that you are frightened. There is nothing you have to be afraid of – you are mine and I will not allow anyone to harm you, not even if it is one of Elrond's advisors."
Legolas was clearly not convinced by those words, but he had learned to obey Glorfindel and so simply nodded with an unhappy sigh.
The seneschal continued to study him, frowning as an idea came to him. It had been one of Elrond's suggestions, yes, but perhaps it might raise Legolas' confidence enough to make the evening bearable for him – of course, it could instead make the evening even worse, but at some point Legolas would have to face who he was and who he would be one day, if the Valar were willing.
Legolas did not react when Glorfindel took up the brush and began to move it gently through his hair, but when the Noldo was finished and instead began to take several strands and interweave them into a complex structure, he frowned again. "What are you doing, Glorfindel?" he asked, wincing when Glorfindel tugged at a strand. Had he not been told that he would only wear his knots again if he begged for it? Why would Glorfindel change his mind now?
"What do you think I'm doing, little one?" Glorfindel asked back and laughed as he finished his work. "This is after all not a normal dinner; we are expected to dress for the occasion – and that means that you will look the way someone of your position ishould/i look."
Legolas groaned. So he would once again be flaunted as Glorfindel's possession, as a slave, a whore... But he had survived it before, and so he would survive it again, he told himself in resignation when Glorfindel turned him around so he could look into the mirror next to the bed.
What he saw there made him freeze. It was no slave who looked at him from the mirror, nor was it Glorfindel's willing whore – no, this was someone he had never seen before. It was Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, whose pale hair was woven into the ceremonial braids of the Royal Family of Mirkwood.
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roch-neth = colt
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Part: 15/?
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
Lots of thanks to Calenharn Elflover for the very thorough beta and also to Gabby for talking over some stuff with me. :)
As always you can join us for discussion at http://forum,esteliel,de (use dots instead of the commas *g*)
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Several weeks passed without incident. The new arrangement of the guards and their captains' schedules worked as well as Elrond had hoped, which left Glorfindel with a great amount of free time. As proposed he had undertaken to instruct Legolas in Quenya, and the young Sinda had proven to be an inquisitive and eager student – if his mind was not occupied by other things, which happened far too often for Glorfindel's liking. Their son, Legolas' training in weaponry, the history books of Erestor or the latest volume of poetry – almost anything could distract his young student from his lessons.
Glorfindel was often sorely tempted to give him a thorough spanking so that Legolas would finally learn to pay attention – but he had thus far refrained from it. He could still remember how easily the twins had been fascinated by each and every thing when they were as young, and somehow he found himself sympathizing with the youth who was now for the first time allowed to ask questions.
And of course there was still the matter of that night when he had taken the youth brutally, in order to punish him. Since then the thought of causing Legolas pain no longer held delight for him. Every time he thought to discipline the young prince he again felt the panic and remorse he had felt after he realized what he had done.
This situation was not acceptable to Glorfindel. He could not allow this irrational fear to stay his hand when it came to discipline. The youth needed to have firm limits set now or the future would lead to more misunderstandings and power struggles. Still, it was hard to punish Legolas when he came to him flushed and breathless, talking of a blue butterfly with obvious delight, when he should have already finished the translation of a poem – more so because he could still remember the terrible fear in Legolas' eyes not so long ago.
Glorfindel demanded submission, but he did not like it when it was brought on by fear alone. He had thought those days to be long gone, but through Elrond's meddling, Legolas' confidence and trust had experienced a relapse. The youth was still painfully shy when it came to interaction with the other Noldor of Imladris; he kept quiet during dinner and during his training sessions and in general tried not to catch anyone's attention. The only one he allowed himself to act unguarded around was Glorfindel, and while the seneschal was happy about that fact, it baffled him. After all he, had been the one to betray Legolas' trust; he had broken his promise to protect him.
This uncomfortable fact made it all the more harder for Glorfindel to enforce discipline when it came to lessons. He was the only one that the youth trusted, and after the recent crisis, he did not want to strain that trust further by having to punish Legolas over the matter of lessons. The studies in language and weaponry and history were all in his best interest - yet if Legolas did not soon exert self-control, then he would be forced to take a firm hand to encourage his attention. For apart from his general neglect in training Legolas, it seemed that Thranduil had also failed to encourage self-discipline, a trait that the young prince sorely needed to develop if he were ever to grow into the position that he was born to.
Nor was this matter of lessons the only area in which Glorfindel hesitated to exert control. Even the pleasure that he took from Legolas was tainted by that night. It seemed that Legolas had forgiven him, or – more likely – was convinced that Glorfindel's actions had been a just punishment he had earned, despite the fact that Glorfindel had admitted his mistake. It left the Noldo in an awkward situation as he could not quite bring himself to use Legolas as was his right, and so he had held back at night. Refraining from hurting the youth nevertheless meant that he was at the same time denying himself pleasure, the kind of pleasure that only the feeling of a trembling, helpless body beneath him could bring. And Glorfindel had never been somebody to deny himself, especially not when it came to pleasure. His frustration grew with each day he forced himself to gentleness as he took Legolas, making him irritable and short-spoken when he met with his captains.
The situation between the Lord of Imladris and his seneschal was also still unresolved. Elrond had not said a single word about the event, beyond the heated exchange in the hallway that day. Every time they had meals at his table, both Glorfindel and Elrond refused to talk to each other. This in turn caused the other members of the household to keep silent as well, fearing to worsen the situation. Meetings in Elrond's study had also shortened considerably; Glorfindel never stayed longer than needed. A few frosty words while he delivered the reports of his captains was the only interaction that took place between them.
But today something had happened which brought a change to the usual routine of the day. During the last exchange of prisoners with Mirkwood, one of Elrond's advisors, who had been taken during the war, had been freed together with several other Noldorin warriors. Most of those who had survived their time as prisoners left for the Grey Havens, after spending some time in Lórien until they were well enough for the long journey. But Ellonúr, together with two other warriors, had decided to return to Imladris and his place in his Lord's council. As a servant had just told Glorfindel, the small group had arrived an hour ago, so instead of the usual dinner, a small feast would be held to celebrate the event.
Legolas had been frightened when he heard the news as he was well aware that someone who had been a prisoner of his father could only harbor hostile feelings towards him, despite the fact that Legolas' own relationship with his father was rather complicated. Dinner would probably mean humiliation for him as those Noldor would certainly enjoy seeing the son of their enemy in a position like this. On the other hand there had been situations like this before and by now he should have learned to live with them, Legolas told himself while he looked through the robes that Glorfindel had had made for him. Surely it could not be worse than that evening when he had insulted Celeborn and had then been punished by Glorfindel...
The memory made him shiver which in turn directed Glorfindel's attention to him. The golden haired elf had just decided on a robe for himself which he now laid out on the bed. As usual when it came to ceremonial events it was embroidered with tiny golden flowers, the symbol of his house. Next to the robe there was a small box which, as Legolas knew, contained a hairbrush and several small hairclips, also made from gold and formed into filigreed golden flowers.
Glorfindel frowned when he saw Legolas so lost in thought. He sat down on the bed, next to the small box, and patted the space between his thighs, ordering Legolas to sit there. He wrapped his arms around him when the youth obeyed, drawing him closer and resting his cheek against the soft hair of the young prince.
"Well, roch-neth? What is it that makes you frown so?" he asked, although he was fairly sure that he knew the source of Legolas' concern.
The Sinda sighed, then bit his lip. "Do I have to accompany you to dinner, my lord? Can I not stay with Gîl instead? I am sure that no one would miss my presence..."
"I would, little one," Glorfindel said and gently kissed Legolas' neck. "I enjoy having you close to me, you know that. I also know why it is that you do not want to come to the Hall of Fire tonight, but believe me, if you stay away everybody will think that you are frightened. There is nothing you have to be afraid of – you are mine and I will not allow anyone to harm you, not even if it is one of Elrond's advisors."
Legolas was clearly not convinced by those words, but he had learned to obey Glorfindel and so simply nodded with an unhappy sigh.
The seneschal continued to study him, frowning as an idea came to him. It had been one of Elrond's suggestions, yes, but perhaps it might raise Legolas' confidence enough to make the evening bearable for him – of course, it could instead make the evening even worse, but at some point Legolas would have to face who he was and who he would be one day, if the Valar were willing.
Legolas did not react when Glorfindel took up the brush and began to move it gently through his hair, but when the Noldo was finished and instead began to take several strands and interweave them into a complex structure, he frowned again. "What are you doing, Glorfindel?" he asked, wincing when Glorfindel tugged at a strand. Had he not been told that he would only wear his knots again if he begged for it? Why would Glorfindel change his mind now?
"What do you think I'm doing, little one?" Glorfindel asked back and laughed as he finished his work. "This is after all not a normal dinner; we are expected to dress for the occasion – and that means that you will look the way someone of your position ishould/i look."
Legolas groaned. So he would once again be flaunted as Glorfindel's possession, as a slave, a whore... But he had survived it before, and so he would survive it again, he told himself in resignation when Glorfindel turned him around so he could look into the mirror next to the bed.
What he saw there made him freeze. It was no slave who looked at him from the mirror, nor was it Glorfindel's willing whore – no, this was someone he had never seen before. It was Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, whose pale hair was woven into the ceremonial braids of the Royal Family of Mirkwood.
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roch-neth = colt
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