Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 18+19/?
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 flinched, the heat from the wine fleeing his cheeks as he felt the attention of the room come to rest on him. Glorfindel was abruptly pulled from his discussion and he turned to face the advisor, his arm never leaving its position around Legolas' shoulders. The youth did not quite know what he should say or do now, as he had no idea as to what the former captive wanted from him. There was no open derision or hate on his face, yet nevertheless Legolas was sure that the advisor did not mean him well.
Overall, he did not look very threatening – unlike most of the warriors he knew, Ellonúr was rather slight, both smaller and more slender than Glorfindel. While the braids he wore were those of a warrior, keeping the hair out of his eyes and from interfering in a fight, they were also decorated with fine jewelry as was befitting his position. The festive robes he wore hid most of his body, yet there was a certain tensed grace to his every movement which Legolas had so far only seen in experienced warriors like Glorfindel. Yes, this elf was dangerous... Legolas had no doubt that no matter what the situation, Ellonúr would always be prepared to draw weapon, here in the Hall of Fire as well as outside while on patrol.
Yes, I am Legolas," he heard himself answer - perhaps in a voice that was too soft, but at least it did not shake and betray the fear the advisor's question had caused him. He returned the gaze of the Noldo with pretended calmness, although his fingers were cramped around the hem of Glorfindel's wide sleeve.
Ellonúr continued to smile, but his expression became slightly derisive as he came closer, looking Legolas up and down. "I can tell you, your father was not very happy when the news reached him that you ran away to Imladris." Curiously, the advisor studied Legolas and took in the way he clung to Glorfindel's side. "I got to know your father quite well during my time in Mirkwood, but you are nothing like him... I have to say that even though your father's men tried hard to break me, I could never quite stop feeling some admiration for your father. After all, despite the disagreements between our realms, he has long remained a wise and steadfast ruler to your people…" His voice trailed off and he seemed to become lost in a memory of something, but Legolas was far too distracted by the mention of his father to notice anything. He tried desperately to keep from showing the hurt these words had caused, but when Ellonúr's smile grew brighter, he knew that it had been in vain. Then Glorfindel got up from their seat and stepped in front of Legolas, using his body to shield him from view.
"We are all glad that you have returned to us, Ellonúr," he said gently, but his eyes darkened as he observed the advisor's smile. "While I am certain that you have more than enough reason to hate the Sindar after what has been done to you, I do hope that you realize that none of this has been Legolas' fault. He is mine... and I think that you have learned to respect my property."
The advisor was still smiling, although his expression now changed – the derision he had greeted Legolas with became a warm, almost intimate smile as he took yet another step and raised a hand to rest it on Glorfindel's shoulder. "iMellon nín/i," he said, speaking so softly that only Glorfindel and Legolas could understand him. "I have suffered greatly, yet all I have been able to think about since I was freed is the time I spent with you and the feel of the cane in your hand... do not tell me that this shaking child here satisfies all of your needs. I know your tastes just as you know mine. Please my lord, I beg you, allow me to offer my body to you. I find myself yearning for something to burn away the memory of my captivity. Will you not help me?"
Slowly, Glorfindel shook his head, his eyes filled with compassion as he rested one hand against Ellonúr's cheek in a fleeting caress. "Surely there are others you can go to... you always loved to play, and you were never satisfied with just one. I know that you have never been without partners before, so there must be others who will have you."
"Is this a no?" Ellonúr asked. There was a growing distress in his voice when he realized his proposition was being rejected. "You have never denied me before! Can you not see what has happened to me? Do you not know what it is that I need?"
"I know what you think you need, but I cannot give it to you anymore!" Glorfindel took a step back and shook his head. "I am not the right person for this... it would not be a good thing for either of us."
Ellonúr snorted, then watched with jealous eyes when Glorfindel pulled Legolas against his side, holding him close in a clear demonstration of where his affections now rested. The young prince was confused and embarrassed at being pulled into the center of attention once more, but at the same time he felt the anger build within him. He did not know what was happening here, neither who Ellonúr was nor what he was talking about, but it seemed that at one time, this beautiful Noldor had been Glorfindel's lover. Legolas did not know what kind of history connected them, and it did not matter anymore, as Glorfindel was his. He glared at the advisor when he felt those arrogant eyes come to rest on him yet again and was rewarded with soft laughter.
"Oh, little prince, are you afraid of losing your position as a pampered pet? Do not look at me like that, you should know by now what it is you need to do to keep Glorfindel happy... and you had better try hard to keep him happy because your father has said that he will never allow you to return to Mirkwood after your dirty lusts brought such shame to his house."
It took a moment for Legolas to fully realized what the advisor had just said.... but then his memories took hold of him. He still remembered what it had been like to be forced to tell his father; he still felt pain and utter humiliation at having been slapped and called "whore" by his own father, in front of his counselors, when he was exiled. It had not been true what his father had said then – he had had no choice when Glorfindel first took him by force that summer day over a year earlier! Even though his father still believed the worst about him, it wasn't true! His father knew nothing about what really happened, and neither did this advisor. It was frustrating and it made him livid.
"Take that back!" Legolas yelled and jumped forward, pushing so hard against Ellonúr's body that the advisor stumbled a few steps backward before he could catch himself. "You have no right to say such things!" The youth blinked furiously but could not keep the tears back. They ran down his cheeks, hot and wet and shameful in front of all the gathered Noldor. It only made him hate this elf more – he had hurt him, humiliated him and even worse, he was threatening to take away the only one here who cared for him. If Glorfindel decided to take Ellonúr's offer, then where did that leave Legolas? "I am not dirty..." he whispered in a choked voice.
"Yes, you will take that back," Glorfindel said darkly as he pulled Legolas back against his body to calm him. He grasped the front of Ellonúr's robe with his other hand. "And you will apologize – this is a Prince of Mirkwood you are talking to. You will show him respect, or I will be forced to teach it to you!"
It was easy to see how amusement was replaced by confusion on Ellonúr's face when he realized how different the situation was from what he had expected. For a long moment he held Glorfindel's gaze, but finally he gave in when he realized that something had changed about the seneschal he had known. "Very well," he said, his voice suddenly cold, "I apologize. I was not aware of the situation here. I will make certain to reacquaint myself with the changes in this household before I approach you again." He freed himself from Glorfindel's hand and turned away, pushing through the curious group that had gathered around them, and moved to the other side of the room where Elrond and Erestor were talking to the musicians.
Glorfindel sighed and shook his head, then frowned when he realized that Legolas was still pressed against him as if he were unable to stand on his own. "You could have handled that better!" he chastised, "there was no need to yell, and even less of a need to attack the guest of honor, even if he did insult you!" Legolas sniffled and shook his head, then turned to hide his face from view against Glorfindel's chest.
"He deserved it! He enjoyed hurting me..." His voice was muffled by the robe, and Glorfindel frowned again. He pushed Legolas away so he could look at him, then sighed when he finally realized why the youth had been so easy to provoke. "You are drunk, Legolas!" he said sharply. "Do not deny it, I can see it in your eyes! I allowed you one drink, yet I can see that you have had more, even though you knew that this was an important event!"
"Why should I care?" Legolas retorted and tried to pull away from the golden-haired elf. "No matter what I do, it does not change what they think of me! Leave me alone then, I will go back, and you can go and talk with Ellonúr - I am sure he will not embarrass you like I do!" There were still tears running down his cheeks although his eyes were dark with helpless anger – at Glorfindel, at Ellonúr and most of all at himself. Again he tried to free himself, but Glorfindel had had enough and pulled him back with a growl.
"I am tired of this!" the seneschal declared angrily and then pushed Legolas forward, in direction of the door. "I will not have you embarrass us both! You are not fit for company and will return to our room. And I hope that you will be able to give me a good explanation for all of this, or else I will find a way to make you regret your behaviour!"
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Chapter 19 is out as well, but since it is rated NC-17 I won't post it here – go to my website or my livejournal if you want to read it, the links are in my profile!! :)
Part: 18+19/?
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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18
Legolas flinched, the heat from the wine fleeing his cheeks as he felt the attention of the room come to rest on him. Glorfindel was abruptly pulled from his discussion and he turned to face the advisor, his arm never leaving its position around Legolas' shoulders. The youth did not quite know what he should say or do now, as he had no idea as to what the former captive wanted from him. There was no open derision or hate on his face, yet nevertheless Legolas was sure that the advisor did not mean him well.
Overall, he did not look very threatening – unlike most of the warriors he knew, Ellonúr was rather slight, both smaller and more slender than Glorfindel. While the braids he wore were those of a warrior, keeping the hair out of his eyes and from interfering in a fight, they were also decorated with fine jewelry as was befitting his position. The festive robes he wore hid most of his body, yet there was a certain tensed grace to his every movement which Legolas had so far only seen in experienced warriors like Glorfindel. Yes, this elf was dangerous... Legolas had no doubt that no matter what the situation, Ellonúr would always be prepared to draw weapon, here in the Hall of Fire as well as outside while on patrol.
Yes, I am Legolas," he heard himself answer - perhaps in a voice that was too soft, but at least it did not shake and betray the fear the advisor's question had caused him. He returned the gaze of the Noldo with pretended calmness, although his fingers were cramped around the hem of Glorfindel's wide sleeve.
Ellonúr continued to smile, but his expression became slightly derisive as he came closer, looking Legolas up and down. "I can tell you, your father was not very happy when the news reached him that you ran away to Imladris." Curiously, the advisor studied Legolas and took in the way he clung to Glorfindel's side. "I got to know your father quite well during my time in Mirkwood, but you are nothing like him... I have to say that even though your father's men tried hard to break me, I could never quite stop feeling some admiration for your father. After all, despite the disagreements between our realms, he has long remained a wise and steadfast ruler to your people…" His voice trailed off and he seemed to become lost in a memory of something, but Legolas was far too distracted by the mention of his father to notice anything. He tried desperately to keep from showing the hurt these words had caused, but when Ellonúr's smile grew brighter, he knew that it had been in vain. Then Glorfindel got up from their seat and stepped in front of Legolas, using his body to shield him from view.
"We are all glad that you have returned to us, Ellonúr," he said gently, but his eyes darkened as he observed the advisor's smile. "While I am certain that you have more than enough reason to hate the Sindar after what has been done to you, I do hope that you realize that none of this has been Legolas' fault. He is mine... and I think that you have learned to respect my property."
The advisor was still smiling, although his expression now changed – the derision he had greeted Legolas with became a warm, almost intimate smile as he took yet another step and raised a hand to rest it on Glorfindel's shoulder. "iMellon nín/i," he said, speaking so softly that only Glorfindel and Legolas could understand him. "I have suffered greatly, yet all I have been able to think about since I was freed is the time I spent with you and the feel of the cane in your hand... do not tell me that this shaking child here satisfies all of your needs. I know your tastes just as you know mine. Please my lord, I beg you, allow me to offer my body to you. I find myself yearning for something to burn away the memory of my captivity. Will you not help me?"
Slowly, Glorfindel shook his head, his eyes filled with compassion as he rested one hand against Ellonúr's cheek in a fleeting caress. "Surely there are others you can go to... you always loved to play, and you were never satisfied with just one. I know that you have never been without partners before, so there must be others who will have you."
"Is this a no?" Ellonúr asked. There was a growing distress in his voice when he realized his proposition was being rejected. "You have never denied me before! Can you not see what has happened to me? Do you not know what it is that I need?"
"I know what you think you need, but I cannot give it to you anymore!" Glorfindel took a step back and shook his head. "I am not the right person for this... it would not be a good thing for either of us."
Ellonúr snorted, then watched with jealous eyes when Glorfindel pulled Legolas against his side, holding him close in a clear demonstration of where his affections now rested. The young prince was confused and embarrassed at being pulled into the center of attention once more, but at the same time he felt the anger build within him. He did not know what was happening here, neither who Ellonúr was nor what he was talking about, but it seemed that at one time, this beautiful Noldor had been Glorfindel's lover. Legolas did not know what kind of history connected them, and it did not matter anymore, as Glorfindel was his. He glared at the advisor when he felt those arrogant eyes come to rest on him yet again and was rewarded with soft laughter.
"Oh, little prince, are you afraid of losing your position as a pampered pet? Do not look at me like that, you should know by now what it is you need to do to keep Glorfindel happy... and you had better try hard to keep him happy because your father has said that he will never allow you to return to Mirkwood after your dirty lusts brought such shame to his house."
It took a moment for Legolas to fully realized what the advisor had just said.... but then his memories took hold of him. He still remembered what it had been like to be forced to tell his father; he still felt pain and utter humiliation at having been slapped and called "whore" by his own father, in front of his counselors, when he was exiled. It had not been true what his father had said then – he had had no choice when Glorfindel first took him by force that summer day over a year earlier! Even though his father still believed the worst about him, it wasn't true! His father knew nothing about what really happened, and neither did this advisor. It was frustrating and it made him livid.
"Take that back!" Legolas yelled and jumped forward, pushing so hard against Ellonúr's body that the advisor stumbled a few steps backward before he could catch himself. "You have no right to say such things!" The youth blinked furiously but could not keep the tears back. They ran down his cheeks, hot and wet and shameful in front of all the gathered Noldor. It only made him hate this elf more – he had hurt him, humiliated him and even worse, he was threatening to take away the only one here who cared for him. If Glorfindel decided to take Ellonúr's offer, then where did that leave Legolas? "I am not dirty..." he whispered in a choked voice.
"Yes, you will take that back," Glorfindel said darkly as he pulled Legolas back against his body to calm him. He grasped the front of Ellonúr's robe with his other hand. "And you will apologize – this is a Prince of Mirkwood you are talking to. You will show him respect, or I will be forced to teach it to you!"
It was easy to see how amusement was replaced by confusion on Ellonúr's face when he realized how different the situation was from what he had expected. For a long moment he held Glorfindel's gaze, but finally he gave in when he realized that something had changed about the seneschal he had known. "Very well," he said, his voice suddenly cold, "I apologize. I was not aware of the situation here. I will make certain to reacquaint myself with the changes in this household before I approach you again." He freed himself from Glorfindel's hand and turned away, pushing through the curious group that had gathered around them, and moved to the other side of the room where Elrond and Erestor were talking to the musicians.
Glorfindel sighed and shook his head, then frowned when he realized that Legolas was still pressed against him as if he were unable to stand on his own. "You could have handled that better!" he chastised, "there was no need to yell, and even less of a need to attack the guest of honor, even if he did insult you!" Legolas sniffled and shook his head, then turned to hide his face from view against Glorfindel's chest.
"He deserved it! He enjoyed hurting me..." His voice was muffled by the robe, and Glorfindel frowned again. He pushed Legolas away so he could look at him, then sighed when he finally realized why the youth had been so easy to provoke. "You are drunk, Legolas!" he said sharply. "Do not deny it, I can see it in your eyes! I allowed you one drink, yet I can see that you have had more, even though you knew that this was an important event!"
"Why should I care?" Legolas retorted and tried to pull away from the golden-haired elf. "No matter what I do, it does not change what they think of me! Leave me alone then, I will go back, and you can go and talk with Ellonúr - I am sure he will not embarrass you like I do!" There were still tears running down his cheeks although his eyes were dark with helpless anger – at Glorfindel, at Ellonúr and most of all at himself. Again he tried to free himself, but Glorfindel had had enough and pulled him back with a growl.
"I am tired of this!" the seneschal declared angrily and then pushed Legolas forward, in direction of the door. "I will not have you embarrass us both! You are not fit for company and will return to our room. And I hope that you will be able to give me a good explanation for all of this, or else I will find a way to make you regret your behaviour!"
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Chapter 19 is out as well, but since it is rated NC-17 I won't post it here – go to my website or my livejournal if you want to read it, the links are in my profile!! :)