Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 17/?
Rating: PG
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
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.
As always lots of thanks to my betas Calenharn Elflover for her helpful nit-picking ;) and Gabby for her additional comments. :)
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When Glorfindel and Legolas entered the dining hall, they found that the arrangement of tables for dinner was different this evening. Usually, they took their meal in a more intimate setting in a smaller room with one big table for the family and friends of the Lord of Imladris and a few tables for other high-ranking members of the household who decided to take their meals there. Today, to accomodate all those who wished to celebrate the occasion, dinner would be served in the more festive atmosphere of the formal dining hall. Two long lines of tables swept down from the head table, which dominated the hall. The head table was reserved for Elrond and his family, and the three returned Noldor would be seated close to him for easy conversation. The tables were decorated with flowers from the gardens; bottles of wine and bowls filled with fruit were arranged at regular intervals so that everybody could have easy access to them.
When Glorfindel and Legolas arrived, the hall was already full of elves; they were standing at the sides of the hall and waiting for the Lord of Imladris to arrive. The room was filled with voices excited about the feast and the stories the three returned elves might have to tell. Nobody took notice of Glorfindel and his companion, as by now the inhabitants of the valley were well used to the sight of the young Sinda. While he was still the object of speculative glances and whispered insults, nobody had dared to be open with their opinion since Elrond had begun chastising anyone who insulted Legolas. And now that there was another event which demanded their attention, it seemed that Legolas had been granted a respite from the curious and all-too-often mocking eyes.
Legolas smiled up at Glorfindel, showing his relief when the seneschal led him to their usual place close to Elrond. There they waited, standing next to their seats until finally Elrond entered the room, accompanied by Erestor, Elladan, and the three freed captives. When the Lord of the house took his seat, everybody else sat as well, and after a few words from Elrond, servants entered the room and placed a vast assortment of dishes on the tables – all sorts of meat from venison to rabbit, vegetables cooked, grilled or filled with other delicacies, freshly baked breads made from wheat, rye or oats, and plates upon which were piled various cheeses and cold meats. The cooks had done their best to celebrate the return of the freed Noldor, and so the tables now offered samples of the vast array of food that Imladris' kitchen had to offer. This was indeed a feast, and while everybody busied themselves with sampling as many of the proffered delicacies as possible, speech was mostly reduced to requests for plates or a refilling of wine.
Finally the hunger of the company was sated and conversation began anew. Legolas discovered that for once he was not the center of attention; for all his concern over the braids, it seemed to him that perhaps only Elrond and Erestor realized which braids they were. As those two were engaged in conversation with Ellonúr who had been given a seat on Elrond's side, Legolas let his eyes wander around the room, watching all the other elves happily celebrating the event. It made him a little sad to be part of it and yet not belong, since he was not able to share in the happiness as it was his own father who had held these elves captive. So he merely sipped from his wine while he listened to the conversations around him, and when it was gone, even dared to take Glorfindel's goblet while the seneschal was telling an anecdote to his neighbour.
Legolas was seldom allowed wine, and even then, it was always watered down. Today, in celebration of the events, the wine Glorfindel had chosen for them was a sweet one which tasted slightly of apples; it was not watered down, and Legolas enjoyed the feeling of warmth that it caused in his belly. He soon began to feel sleepy, and the voices around him seemed to grow louder and it became harder to concentrate on the conversation around him as they all seemed to blend into each other. With a soft sigh Legolas finally leaned against Glorfindel's side, feeling the arm of the seneschal come around his shoulder to hold him close while Glorfindel continued his conversation with his neighbour.
It was a good feeling, Legolas decided, to have Glorfindel close and to be surrounded by so many happy people who focused their attention on something other than him. Smiling dreamily, he rubbed his cheek against his lord's shoulder, wondering what he might have planned for that night. Ever since that one violent night Glorfindel had been very gentle with him; not once had he disciplined Legolas or forced him to submit. On the one hand it pleased Legolas to be treated with such tenderness, to not have to fear pain, but on the other hand Glorfindel had made it very obvious to him that his pain and submission aroused him... So what did it mean that the lord restrained himself like this? Legolas knew that their gentle couplings could not possibly bring Glorfindel the satisfaction that he wanted, and he wondered just why Glorfindel denied himself the domination he must crave. And what would happen if this continued? Would his lord finally grow bored and decide to look for another?
It made him feel a little uneasy. Things which made him happy never lasted; Legolas had learned that lesson well. Surely matters could not stay like this, and something would soon happen - something that would change Glorfindel's behavior. Still, he decided, he would not mind that much if Glorfindel returned to his former self, if only he would not get angry with him again. After all, it would be better than losing Glorfindel's attention to other things... or other elves.
Legolas shuddered. No, he did not know what he would do if Glorfindel grew bored with him. But he did not know what he could do to keep Glorfindel's attention either. The last weeks had always followed the same routine, and even Legolas himself had begun to feel slightly unsatisfied. Not that he craved the pain Glorfindel sometimes chose to inflict on him, but at the same time... somehow Glorfindel had always found a way to make Legolas enjoy it. Somehow, every time he had been forced to submit, he had been rewarded with pleasure and the feeling of being safe and cherished. And now that Glorfindel seemed almost remote, Legolas found himself almost wishing for those days of their relationship – then, at least, he had known that Glorfindel desired him.
His musings were finally interrupted by Elrond who stood up to lead them to the Hall of Fire. More wine was waiting for them there as well as scattered comfortable seating so small groups could gather to talk or listen to the musicians. With determined steps Glorfindel made his way over to a window where he sat down on the cushioned window-seat, pulling Legolas down to cuddle at his side.
The elf Glorfindel had been seated next to at dinner had followed them to continue her discussion with Glorfindel, and after a moment, Thalaron joined them as well. From their conversation Legolas gathered that she seemed to be the one the captain was currently courting – rather successfully, Legolas gathered from her pleased smiles. Her name was Celairael and she was in charge of the correspondence with the libraries of other realms. Apparently, she had just managed to acquire several valuable scrolls which Elrond had wanted for quite some time, and was now even regarded as an aspirant for a future position at Elrond's council. In addition to these merits there were certain other assets which Legolas was certain had drawn Thalaron's attention in the first place. The plunging neckline of her robe revealed a rather tempting décolleté, and together with her hip-length russet hair with its small, decorative braids, it was obvious why Thalaron was attracted to her.
Legolas decided that he liked her. Apart from a greeting, she had not tried to engage him in conversation, and – most importantly – she had neither insulted him nor shown him any loathing. Nevertheless he kept quiet. He was well aware that nobody in this room was interested in him and his thoughts; he was only an appendage to Glorfindel – pretty, even amusing as a sign of their enemies' fall, but not someone to talk to. So he only moved a little closer to Glorfindel, smiling when the arm around his shoulder tightened. He let his gaze wander through the room, watching the groups of talking elves from the safety of Glorfindel's side.
Then, suddenly, he felt eyes coming to rest on him, felt the familiar weight of a scrutinizing gaze run up and down his body. Legolas shivered and turned, trying to discover who was watching him so closely.
He had half expected to find either Erestor or Elladan giving him their usual look of cold derision, but the eyes that he found fixed on him belonged to none other than the returned advisor, Ellonúr, who now gave him an satisfied smile. "So iyou/i are Legolas Thranduilion?" he said loudly enough to make heads turn to him. "I have heard a great many things about you."
Part: 17/?
Rating: PG
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
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.
As always lots of thanks to my betas Calenharn Elflover for her helpful nit-picking ;) and Gabby for her additional comments. :)
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When Glorfindel and Legolas entered the dining hall, they found that the arrangement of tables for dinner was different this evening. Usually, they took their meal in a more intimate setting in a smaller room with one big table for the family and friends of the Lord of Imladris and a few tables for other high-ranking members of the household who decided to take their meals there. Today, to accomodate all those who wished to celebrate the occasion, dinner would be served in the more festive atmosphere of the formal dining hall. Two long lines of tables swept down from the head table, which dominated the hall. The head table was reserved for Elrond and his family, and the three returned Noldor would be seated close to him for easy conversation. The tables were decorated with flowers from the gardens; bottles of wine and bowls filled with fruit were arranged at regular intervals so that everybody could have easy access to them.
When Glorfindel and Legolas arrived, the hall was already full of elves; they were standing at the sides of the hall and waiting for the Lord of Imladris to arrive. The room was filled with voices excited about the feast and the stories the three returned elves might have to tell. Nobody took notice of Glorfindel and his companion, as by now the inhabitants of the valley were well used to the sight of the young Sinda. While he was still the object of speculative glances and whispered insults, nobody had dared to be open with their opinion since Elrond had begun chastising anyone who insulted Legolas. And now that there was another event which demanded their attention, it seemed that Legolas had been granted a respite from the curious and all-too-often mocking eyes.
Legolas smiled up at Glorfindel, showing his relief when the seneschal led him to their usual place close to Elrond. There they waited, standing next to their seats until finally Elrond entered the room, accompanied by Erestor, Elladan, and the three freed captives. When the Lord of the house took his seat, everybody else sat as well, and after a few words from Elrond, servants entered the room and placed a vast assortment of dishes on the tables – all sorts of meat from venison to rabbit, vegetables cooked, grilled or filled with other delicacies, freshly baked breads made from wheat, rye or oats, and plates upon which were piled various cheeses and cold meats. The cooks had done their best to celebrate the return of the freed Noldor, and so the tables now offered samples of the vast array of food that Imladris' kitchen had to offer. This was indeed a feast, and while everybody busied themselves with sampling as many of the proffered delicacies as possible, speech was mostly reduced to requests for plates or a refilling of wine.
Finally the hunger of the company was sated and conversation began anew. Legolas discovered that for once he was not the center of attention; for all his concern over the braids, it seemed to him that perhaps only Elrond and Erestor realized which braids they were. As those two were engaged in conversation with Ellonúr who had been given a seat on Elrond's side, Legolas let his eyes wander around the room, watching all the other elves happily celebrating the event. It made him a little sad to be part of it and yet not belong, since he was not able to share in the happiness as it was his own father who had held these elves captive. So he merely sipped from his wine while he listened to the conversations around him, and when it was gone, even dared to take Glorfindel's goblet while the seneschal was telling an anecdote to his neighbour.
Legolas was seldom allowed wine, and even then, it was always watered down. Today, in celebration of the events, the wine Glorfindel had chosen for them was a sweet one which tasted slightly of apples; it was not watered down, and Legolas enjoyed the feeling of warmth that it caused in his belly. He soon began to feel sleepy, and the voices around him seemed to grow louder and it became harder to concentrate on the conversation around him as they all seemed to blend into each other. With a soft sigh Legolas finally leaned against Glorfindel's side, feeling the arm of the seneschal come around his shoulder to hold him close while Glorfindel continued his conversation with his neighbour.
It was a good feeling, Legolas decided, to have Glorfindel close and to be surrounded by so many happy people who focused their attention on something other than him. Smiling dreamily, he rubbed his cheek against his lord's shoulder, wondering what he might have planned for that night. Ever since that one violent night Glorfindel had been very gentle with him; not once had he disciplined Legolas or forced him to submit. On the one hand it pleased Legolas to be treated with such tenderness, to not have to fear pain, but on the other hand Glorfindel had made it very obvious to him that his pain and submission aroused him... So what did it mean that the lord restrained himself like this? Legolas knew that their gentle couplings could not possibly bring Glorfindel the satisfaction that he wanted, and he wondered just why Glorfindel denied himself the domination he must crave. And what would happen if this continued? Would his lord finally grow bored and decide to look for another?
It made him feel a little uneasy. Things which made him happy never lasted; Legolas had learned that lesson well. Surely matters could not stay like this, and something would soon happen - something that would change Glorfindel's behavior. Still, he decided, he would not mind that much if Glorfindel returned to his former self, if only he would not get angry with him again. After all, it would be better than losing Glorfindel's attention to other things... or other elves.
Legolas shuddered. No, he did not know what he would do if Glorfindel grew bored with him. But he did not know what he could do to keep Glorfindel's attention either. The last weeks had always followed the same routine, and even Legolas himself had begun to feel slightly unsatisfied. Not that he craved the pain Glorfindel sometimes chose to inflict on him, but at the same time... somehow Glorfindel had always found a way to make Legolas enjoy it. Somehow, every time he had been forced to submit, he had been rewarded with pleasure and the feeling of being safe and cherished. And now that Glorfindel seemed almost remote, Legolas found himself almost wishing for those days of their relationship – then, at least, he had known that Glorfindel desired him.
His musings were finally interrupted by Elrond who stood up to lead them to the Hall of Fire. More wine was waiting for them there as well as scattered comfortable seating so small groups could gather to talk or listen to the musicians. With determined steps Glorfindel made his way over to a window where he sat down on the cushioned window-seat, pulling Legolas down to cuddle at his side.
The elf Glorfindel had been seated next to at dinner had followed them to continue her discussion with Glorfindel, and after a moment, Thalaron joined them as well. From their conversation Legolas gathered that she seemed to be the one the captain was currently courting – rather successfully, Legolas gathered from her pleased smiles. Her name was Celairael and she was in charge of the correspondence with the libraries of other realms. Apparently, she had just managed to acquire several valuable scrolls which Elrond had wanted for quite some time, and was now even regarded as an aspirant for a future position at Elrond's council. In addition to these merits there were certain other assets which Legolas was certain had drawn Thalaron's attention in the first place. The plunging neckline of her robe revealed a rather tempting décolleté, and together with her hip-length russet hair with its small, decorative braids, it was obvious why Thalaron was attracted to her.
Legolas decided that he liked her. Apart from a greeting, she had not tried to engage him in conversation, and – most importantly – she had neither insulted him nor shown him any loathing. Nevertheless he kept quiet. He was well aware that nobody in this room was interested in him and his thoughts; he was only an appendage to Glorfindel – pretty, even amusing as a sign of their enemies' fall, but not someone to talk to. So he only moved a little closer to Glorfindel, smiling when the arm around his shoulder tightened. He let his gaze wander through the room, watching the groups of talking elves from the safety of Glorfindel's side.
Then, suddenly, he felt eyes coming to rest on him, felt the familiar weight of a scrutinizing gaze run up and down his body. Legolas shivered and turned, trying to discover who was watching him so closely.
He had half expected to find either Erestor or Elladan giving him their usual look of cold derision, but the eyes that he found fixed on him belonged to none other than the returned advisor, Ellonúr, who now gave him an satisfied smile. "So iyou/i are Legolas Thranduilion?" he said loudly enough to make heads turn to him. "I have heard a great many things about you."