The Dark Star of Gondolin

Title: The Dark Star of Gondolin
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
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Beta: Patricia
Chapter: 10/?
Pairings: Durel/Turgon implied
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, implied minor in a sexual situation
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel shows Maikasilmë he is a formidable opponent.
A/N: Durel is approximately equal in age to a 16/17 year old human.

The games have begun again. I have returned to my schooling, against Glorfindel’s advice, and already Maikasilmë has begun her games with me. The scent of betrayal and intrigue permeate the very air, and every breath burns with it. She knows that by betraying me to Glorfindel she had nearly caused my demise. The cold bitch taunts me with underhanded remarks about faithfulness and love, and she teases me with knowledge she refuses to share. The other courtesans fear to cross her by teaching me themselves, so they stay quiet and out of the line of fire.

She will pay for it all.

My day was spent re-acclimating myself to my usual routine. Soon, when I have gathered my wits about me again, Maikasilmë will be very, very sorry she ever crossed me.

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For the last few weeks I have bided my time, attending schooling and council sessions. I have made little progress with my schooling, and I yearn to learn all the secrets of the Courtesan. The power they hold over others is amazing. Sex has always been a tool to me, and now said tool seems all the more tempting as I am at the cusp of learning how to use it to best effect. It frustrates me that I must muddle through my teachings with Maikasilmë’s less than adequate help.

However, today I made a very important breakthrough in my progress. Turgon came to visit Maikasilmë’s room while I was there. The tension in the room slid along my skin like harsh sand. The King seemed completely pleased with himself. I had not lain with him since my…episode with Glorfindel. I had not seen him aside from council where he would occasionally catch my eye and smile charmingly. Bastard. Turgon meandered slowly through the room, looking things over as Maika prepared tea for him, as tradition dictated. For my part, I stood slowly, making the move as sensual as possible. I still wore robes that were more for comfort than anything due to my still being weak at times. I found the traditional robes hard to get around in now.

I was glad for the change in wardrobe as I let the robe slip from my shoulder to pool at my elbow on one side. My bare feet padded across the marble floor; another wardrobe change. I had a hard time walking in the wooden shoes Courtesan’s traditionally wore. I came to a stop a few feet from the King and bowed low, causing the material of my robe to gape open. I looked up from my lowered position, and the look in Turgon’s eyes was pure lust. I smiled inside.

Turgon urged me up and placed his arm around my waist. He guided me to one of the huge cushions around the long, low table where Maika had set up the tea. He sat me across his lap as Maika poured the tea, a murderous gleam in her eyes. I smiled at her while Turgon was engaged in taking a drink from his hand-painted, porcelain cup.

“How are you doing in your…studies, little one?” Turgon whispered into my ear, although Maikasilmë was sure to hear it.

“Too slow for my liking, Majesty,” I said with downcast eyes. He liked it when I played coy.

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I feel that I am learning too slowly to truly please you, Lord.”

Turgon slid his hand down my back before turning his gaze to Maika where she sat to the right of us, her gaze cast down to her tea cup. “I thought we had spoken of this before, my starlight.”

“My Lord, I was just trying to do a thorough job-”

“You were ignoring my direct orders.”

Maika flinched and tightened her hold on the little cup. Turgon reached out and lifted the Courtesan’s gaze to his own. “He will be taught. Quickly. I am fast running out of patience with you, Courtesan. I want my pleasure from him, and I want it soon.” My promises of forbidden and exotic pleasures were surely running through his mind.

“Yes, my King,” whispered Maika.

“Good.” Turgon returned his attention to me for the remainder of his time in Maika’s rooms. When he left, Maika grudgingly began training me in earnest.

I will learn. I will progress and I will bend these backstabbing bastards to my will. My Glorfindel’s will. Sex is a tool for me to manipulate at will.

I no longer feel as if I am betraying Glorfindel with my actions. He loves me, regardless of my past actions. He has forgiven me all transgressions, as I have forgiven him. For his, I will give him the world. I will give him Gondolin.

By any means necessary.

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Today was wonderful. I did not have any teaching, and I spent the day with Glorfindel at the new orphanage. The site was located just on the outskirts of The Burrow, and to me it was a forlorn skeleton of wood creeping out of the ground. Glorfindel took me among the columns of towering wood pillars and showed me where everything would be when the building was finished. Here, he said, would be the kitchens. Here the toilets. Here the bedrooms, and here the classrooms. He went on and on, pulling me excitedly through the construction. I’m sure he annoyed his workers, and he interrupted them regularly with his flouncing. They would glare a little and then get back to work. No sense in angering the boss after all. They had a pay day to earn.

I loved watching him. His eyes…Valar, his eyes were alight with an excitement I had never felt within myself. I envied his capacity for happiness and love. I felt as if my twisted soul could only hold so much, and that amount was a pitiful handful as compared to my Glorfindel. Maybe that was why I was so attracted to him. He could hold enough happiness and love for the both of us. I loved him with all the heart I had left. I would do anything to see him stay this happy forever.

Near lunch time, he took me into the upper class section of Gondolin. We wandered the market for awhile, admiring the beautiful wares on display. Glorfindel bought me a new journal, as this one is getting full. It’s red leather bound around parchment pages that are a beautiful crisp white. I will never know how they managed to get the paper that wonderfully white.

We ate lunch at a little bakery, and Glorfindel made sure that I ate my entire meal and kept it down. I may feel much better, but that does not mean that I am completely healed. He was so sweet, gently feeding me the hot, buttered rolls and rich soup. He knew that I could feed myself just fine, but he seemed to take such pleasure in something so small. I took little bites and laughed at his antics. He would smile brighter and offer me more. I could never refuse him anything.

We squandered away the day, something we rarely had the pleasure of doing. We perused the market some more, buying a little of this and that. Most of what we bought was given away to some street children before we even got home. I will never forget my time on the streets, and it felt good to do something so unselfish as giving a starving child cloth that he could sell again. Or some trinket they could trade for food, clothes, and a room for a couple days. It cost me nothing, and gained them so much. I was beginning to catch Glorfindel’s enthusiasm for the orphanage.

As the sun set, we arrived again at Glorfindel’s sprawling manse. It was a distinguished home, full of paintings, statues, and artwork of all kinds. One portrait of me hung within Glorfindel’s study, and I usually shook my head and smiled when I saw it. I don’t think that I really qualify as a piece of art, yet he has hung the monstrosity where he can view it every day. Such a silly elf. I know Glorfindel was glad that he had a home separate from his father. As far as I could deduce, he and his parent never really saw eye to eye, even when Glorfindel had been young. More often than not, Glorfindel’s mother stayed with us, rather than her husband. That told me much about the state of family affairs.

I knew little of Glorfindel’s life before I came to share it. I know that he parted from his father when he reached his majority. Part of Glorfindel’s inheritance upon his coming of age were the deeds to several of the gold and precious gem mines that his family had control over, as well as a hefty sum of the family bank. Theirs was not the “House of the Golden Flower” because of their fondness of flowers. Gold was their trade. Mining it, purifying it, and shaping it into any item imaginable…including money used by the general populace and gold pieces that filled the King’s coffers. I knew this was one reason why Turgon kept both Glorfindel and Glorfindel’s father happy. It wouldn’t do to loose his only supply of gold. However, keeping them happy did not necessarily mean that he had to give them everything they wanted…for example, permitting to build Glorfindel’s orphanage. I, however, was determined to see that Glorfindel had everything he wanted and more.

We entered our bedroom, and I started taking the pins out of my hair so hit fell from its intricate style upon my head. I hear Glorfindel removing the buckles from his boots as I faced the vanity mirror. I removed my jewelry and placed it in the simple wooden box that sat on the polished surface of the vanity table. I sat down on the velvet covered chair and began to run the brush through my hair to untangle it. My hands were stopped by Glorfindel’s. I looked up and saw his sweet smile. I smiled in turn and allowed him to brush my hair for me. It felt wonderful to have his hands caressing my scalp and hair.

When his job was done, Glorfindel leaned over me to place the brush on the table. I shuddered as his closeness allowed his scent to overwhelm me. He smelled of love, if such a thing is possible. I know he had to have felt my shudder, for he turned the chair and knelt down in front of me to look into my face with concern. I didn’t even stop to think until I had already pressed my lips against his.

He gasped, and so did I. I pulled back and touched my lips in shock at what I had done. Glorfindel’s face showed startlement, but also a hint of…lust. He leaned back into me, between my legs. My Lord very, very gently moved his hand to cup the back of my head so he could guide my face down to his again. We kissed again, slowly. I have kissed many in my life. So many, I could never count. Yet this…this…was not kissing. It was giving a part of myself and receiving part of him in turn. I drank his love as if it were a sweet tea, full of honey. I whimpered slightly from the way I was overwhelmed by his love, his perfection. He was everything I never could be, everything I wanted to be, everything I wanted to hold and keep dear.

He broke the kiss and we stared at each other, breath coming in unsteady, wavering puffs. I launched myself at him, wanted more, so much more. If a simple kiss could be so breathtaking, what would it feel like to give myself to him?

He caught my arms in a strong grip and kept me from claiming his lips again. I looked at him questioningly, and he closed his eyes, apparently fighting a battle within himself. He opened his eyes after a moment and regarded me steadily.

“We can’t do this now,” he said softly.

I made to protest, but he silenced me with a shake of his head. “If we do this now, I will take it too far. I know I will. We must wait until you are of age-”

“But Glorfindel, we don’t know when I become of age! I don’t know how old I am! For all we know, I could have already reached my majority-”

“No. I would regret it later, and want to have no more regrets between us.” He thought for few moments as he relaxed his grip on my arms. I leaned into him, but did not seek to kiss him again. I rested my head on his shoulder dejectedly as he continued, “We will wait five years. Five years from today, we will celebrate your majority. Five years from today, I will take you as mine.”

I looked up at him, wondering if he was saying what I thought he was saying. He canted his head forward and pressed one last kiss to my lips. “Yes, my love, my star. In five years, I will ask you for your hand in marriage.”

For the first time in my life, I finally knew what true happiness felt like.