Pen-Estel

Thank you so much for your comment, GL10! I'm glad you are enjoying our story so far - there are quite a lot of chapters yet to come, and I promise a happy ending despite all the angst. :)

And to our anonymous troll: If you truly believe that someone who was raped by the first person and blackmailed into sex by a second is a whore, then - I actually don't know what to say in the face of such ignorance. Oh yes, Legolas is cheating... cheating on his rapist. Glorfindel chose to treat Legolas like a slave, and that is the result, for which he can only blame himself.


Chapter Eleven

Once again, Legolas spent the day with his son. He had been so certain that this time, Glorfindel would be around as well – yet he was not in his rooms, and he did not return even when it was time to leave for dinner.

Uncertainly, Legolas hovered at Gîlríon’s bed. They had spent a lot of time playing together, and he loved it to watch how Gîl reacted to everything new to him with happiness and curiosity. Still, Legolas had never quite been able to stop listening for the sound of Glorfindel returning to his rooms – but so far, it seemed that the Lord was busy elsewhere.

For a moment, Legolas wondered if he had managed to make Glorfindel regret that he had forgiven him. But then he remembered how Glorfindel had promised him that he had his reasons, and he clung to the memory of his Lord smiling down at him. Certainly Glorfindel was busy now ensuring the security of Imladris. After all, he had spent so much time with Gîl lately; it was only to be expected that every now and then, he would need to catch up with all that had happened in the meantime.

Eventually, Legolas realised that he could wait no longer. Glorfindel had not returned to fetch him and would not do so, and he had promised Elrond that he would meet him in the Hall for dinner.

Legolas swallowed when thinking of the Lord of Imladris immediately caused a wave of heat to wash through his body. What Elrond had done to him... He wanted to hate it, but it had felt so good. He had been afraid, but still, he trusted Elrond, and the Lord had not hurt him. It was almost like being with Glorfindel, although it was still completely different in a way...

With dismay Legolas felt his body react to his arousing thoughts, and for the rest of the way to the Hall, he concentrated on keeping his need under control. Even if Elrond had promised that Elladan would not insult him, he did not really think that Elladan would not take advantage of such a perfect chance to humiliate him.

Besides which, Elrond might well say that he would not be insulted. And perhaps that was true – but could the Lord stop them from talking, and whispering… and giggling? Legolas feared not, and so when he entered the Hall, he kept his eyes down, only looking up once he was sat down next to Elrond in the hopes of catching sight of Glorfindel. But his Lord wasn’t there, and it was with a desolate sense of loneliness that Legolas admitted he would probably not see Glorfindel until the next morning.

He didn’t dare to ask where Glorfindel was for fear of drawing attention to himself. Even if he asked Elrond, others would be sure to notice. He sighed, and paid attention to the meal, eating as much as he could before the familiar nausea began again. When it returned he left his plate alone and sat back with his eyes closed, willing the sickness away.

“Come, pen neth,” Elrond said gently after what seemed like only a few moments to Legolas, taking his arm to lead him from the table, and Legolas realised with some surprise that dinner was already over. Elladan hadn’t been present either, and Legolas was glad for that, although he couldn’t help blushing when he dutifully allowed Elrond to take him away. Even though it had felt like fleeing at breakfast, at least he had walked away from the table on his own.

They reached Elrond’s rooms without incident, and Elrond made him one of the bitter infusions of herbs he had before grown to hate as much as the sickness. But he drank it without protest, thanking the Lord, not entirely surprised when Elrond began to undress him.

After the discouraging day, his heart wasn’t in it, and he allowed Elrond to remove his clothes as if he were no more than a doll – a doll that could sigh. He expected to be brought up on his unresponsiveness, but Elrond didn’t say anything to him, only smiling a little when he pushed Legolas back towards the bed. He lay down with another defeated sigh, only to gasp when Elrond began using silken ropes to tie his right arm to the bed.

Now, at last, he remembered how it had felt earlier, when he had fantasised about the Lord of Imladris while looking after Gîl, and he moaned already in desire as he realised that he couldn’t escape from the clever knots. Elrond laughed softly, and walked around the bed to start on his left arm. Legolas blushed but there was nowhere to hide his face now, since he couldn’t turn around. Only then did he catch Elrond looking at him, as he finished tying the final knots.

“I prefer your blushes to your sighs, pen neth,” he said teasingly, and Legolas groaned self-consciously as Elrond’s gaze travelled down his body to linger on his arousal. He brought his legs up to hide himself from Elrond’s view and closed his eyes.

He heard a soft laugh, and then almost cried out when he felt the Lord taking hold of one of his ankles, to give them the same treatment. His eyes snapped open, and he began to struggle then, secretly glad that he couldn’t pull himself free. But when Elrond calmly walked around to secure his other ankle, Legolas had to speak.

“My Lord,” he said nervously, unable to avoid hearing the desire in his own voice. But it was almost unbearable now, when Elrond looked at him, and he couldn’t hide, couldn’t move at all. He squirmed and pulled at the binds that held him to the bed helplessly, his struggles only serving to make him more excited so that he moaned in embarrassment.

To his surprise though, Elrond didn’t touch him, or even reply, and only retreated then to sit behind his desk, occasionally glancing over at him as if to enjoy the sight.

“Please…” Legolas moaned at last, after some minutes of this new torture, wanting Elrond to come over and be with him. He blushed at his own wantonness, feeling a little guilty that Elrond did this to him when it should be Glorfindel.

“Just as you are, Legolas,” Elrond said with a slow smile that wasn’t entirely without mischief. “You will encourage me to work faster.” Legolas groaned again, and twisted his limbs to try and get some relief for the ache between his legs, moaning softly when his movements caused the head of his erection to brush lightly against his lower belly.

Elrond gave him another smile, but then took up a quill to write something, and Legolas let his head fall back in frustration. Pleading did not seem to help, but in his current position, that was the only thing left to him. With his arms and legs bound to the bed, he could not even turn around to gain some friction against the sheets...

It made him moan again to even think of that, rubbing himself against the bed like an animal, and his need for Elrond was starting to become almost an ache now. He looked towards the Lord again to find that Elrond was watching him with open appreciation, his letter all but forgotten as his quill was dripping ink onto the document.

“Please!” Legolas begged again, feeling so embarrassed, and so aroused. “Please, don’t leave me like this, my Lord!”

“Why not? I have work still to do,” Elrond answered, but Legolas saw another drop of ink falling. The letter must be all but ruined now...

Legolas swallowed. “You work so hard, my Lord... You should allow yourself a brief rest,” he suggested in what he hoped was a seductive voice, blushing again. But Elrond moistened his lips with his tongue, looking almost hungry now, and not quite as much in control anymore, and Legolas remembered then how Elrond seemed to appreciate his blushing.

He half-closed his eyes and began to struggle again, moaning a little for show, and a little because it aroused him so to feel himself restrained and helpless.

“You are right,” Elrond finally said, and Legolas secretly rejoiced when he heard the desire in his voice. “I shall take a brief break... but I warn you, once I am finished with you, I will still need to finish that letter. You are not going to escape my bed quite that fast, little prince.”

Legolas sighed, a first drop of his essence dripping onto his belly when he watched Elrond come closer. The Lord did not undress, as Legolas had hoped for, but seated himself on the bed next to his captive still dressed in his formal robes. Legolas felt nervous as he watched the Lord take in his naked body with a smile – somehow, he felt even more naked, even more vulnerable this way.

Then he gasped when Elrond took the quill he had all but forgotten about and swirled it pensively between his fingers.

“Such pretty, pale skin... smoother than the finest canvas,” he sighed, and lowered the quill to Legolas’ skin. Legolas had almost expected some delightful torture with the feathery end – but what Elrond did instead made him squeak in a rather undignified way at first at the cold and scratching sensation.

Elrond laughed at his reaction but did not stop, and when Legolas looked down, he saw that Elrond had indeed begun to use his body as canvas, slowly writing the tengwar with dark ink onto the skin of his quivering belly.

But although Legolas tried hard to look, Elrond more or less obscured his view, so that all he was left with was the almost sharp scratching of the quill against his skin as Elrond continued to write. Legolas bore it as patiently as he could, finally struggling again when Elrond only carried on in silence, ignoring him.

“Be still!” Elrond said sternly, and at once Legolas stopped moving, letting his head fall back against the pillows in defeat, whimpering because although the sensation was not unpleasant, neither was it the touch he craved.

“Now we shall see how much you have learnt of the old language,” Elrond said in satisfaction when he was done, and Legolas finally raised his head again. There were a succession of words written on his stomach, written so that he could see them. Glorfindel had been teaching him Quenya, and he tried to make out the first word.

“Read them aloud to me,” Elrond suggested with an unmistakable smirk. Sighing in frustration, Legolas concentrated on the first word. He swallowed, and looked at Elrond. The Lord of Imladris just looked back at him, patiently waiting, having put the quill down at last.

“Touch,” Legolas said softly, his voice wavering on the edge of fear as he began to realise what this might mean. He watched as Elrond reached out to take hold of his erection. Moaning, he tried to move into Elrond’s touch, but he couldn’t get the leverage when he was bound to the bed, and he whimpered again.

“And the next?” Elrond asked innocently, but Legolas wasn’t fooled at all. He raised his head again obediently, trying to tear his gaze away from Elrond’s warm, but unmoving hand as he concentrated on the next word, trying to bring to mind everything Glorfindel had ever told him. He smiled in relief, and looked straight at Elrond.

“Slowly.” And Elrond’s hand did indeed begin to slowly caress him, up and down. Oh, it was just what he wanted! He moaned, but when it didn’t speed up he thrashed in his bindings. The slow torture carried on though, and Legolas looked to the next word to decipher it without Elrond having to remind him. It was difficult when his eyes kept wanting to close, but finally he managed it.

Legolas’ heart stuttered, and he looked uncertainly at the Elf Lord. His mouth was so dry he didn’t think he could speak it. Elrond gave him no clue, though, and only continued with the slow caress so that Legolas would have to speak or go mad with want. He cleared his throat, and swallowed.

“Lick,” he said faintly, and as if commanded, Elrond lowered his head and followed the motion of his hand with his warm tongue.

“Oh, please!” Legolas cried out, almost shouting, trying to thrust upwards, but it just wasn’t possible. He relaxed back against the bed and remembered there were two more words. He almost cried. Meanwhile, Elrond’s tongue left him and the slow teasing continued. “Please,” he begged again, more desperate now, but Elrond was merciless.

“Next,” he ordered in obvious amusement.

Legolas moaned. He did not think he could read another word, not after what Elrond had just done. After the countless times he had served Glorfindel in such a way, this was the first time he got to experience that sensation for himself – and it was almost enough to drive him out of his mind. If only Elrond had not stopped...

But now, even the slow caresses slowed down even more, until Legolas realised that soon, Elrond would stop entirely if he did not continue. He looked down again, and moaned when he realised what stood there. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he could not speak. He licked over his lips, and when he finally spoke, the word was another moan.

“More...”

Elrond laughed, but his hand moved faster now, and when he lowered his head again, Legolas had to bite down onto his lip to stop himself from screaming.

Elrond’s mouth was hot, so hot, and wet, and it felt so good that Legolas thought he would faint. He whimpered, tasting blood from where he had bitten his lip, and still Elrond continued, caressing Legolas with his tongue and lips until Legolas was nothing more than a wailing, writhing body unable to utter a single word.

Yet every time Legolas wanted to give in to the pleasure, every time he could feel his body tensing in anticipation of his climax, Elrond stopped, and would only start again when Legolas had calmed a little.

Legolas did not know how long this carried on, but he finally realised that he was crying and making soft, whimpering sounds. This was more cruel than any torture he had been made to endure so far, and he just did not know how to make it stop!

Finally, when Elrond once again drew back just a moment before he would have achieved release, he remembered that there was one word left. Again he looked down, sobbing with need now, and there the word stood, the ink dark against his pale skin. His belly was glistening with sweat and a first few droplets of his seed, but he could read the word clearly.

“Come,” he breathed, and then he cried out when his body immediately obeyed the written command. His climax felt like lightning ripping through his body, something totally out of his control, and he sobbed gratefully when even now he could feel Elrond’s mouth on him.

He still felt a rush of desire when he realised that Elrond had swallowed his seed, even now feeling the Lord gently cleaning him with his tongue. There was no wonder Glorfindel liked him to do this! He wondered for a moment how Elrond would like to have his mouth described as sweet, and giggled tiredly. Not just at the thought, but also because Elrond’s tongue was almost tickling him now it was all over and done.

They caught each other’s eye as Elrond lifted his head to sit beside Legolas again. He smiled and then retrieved a cloth from the desk and began to wipe the ink away with the aid of an ointment that lifted the black from his skin easily. Legolas giggled again, because it felt so strange, and when he was done, Elrond leaned down again to kiss his belly.

He expected Elrond to untie him then, but when he didn’t Legolas only watched the Lord settle down again behind his desk. His body was spent, but the restraint still had an effect on his mind, and he half-closed his eyes in lust as he watched Elrond work, feeling like he was just waiting to be used – and loving the idea.

Now, after the little diversion, Elrond concentrated on work, and he removed the spoiled letter only to begin again. He didn’t look up again until he was finished, and what he saw took his breath away.

Legolas was staring at him in desire, his blue eyes so dark and clouded that he looked sultry instead of innocent, even with his blond hair. He had moved his body as close as he could to Elrond, almost turned towards him, and Elrond noticed that the youth was hard again. He felt an answering lust in himself, and he stood, walking over to Legolas while the youth watched him so hungrily it made him moan.

“Take me,” Legolas begged, his voice quiet and needy, but perfectly tamed. There was no more thrashing or moaning. No more of the whimpering that he had displayed before, and Elrond wanted nothing more than to do just that, to possess this bewitching creature that somehow came to be resting on his bed, to use Legolas as he seemed to want it, while he could do nothing. But there was a problem with that…

Elrond sighed, and undressed, before walking calmly around to free Legolas of the bindings. After that he slipped into his bed and kissed the youth, who came into his arms so naturally that Elrond almost forgot that Legolas wasn’t his.

“Legolas,” he said softly, stealing another kiss when those beautiful blue eyes turned to his. “As much as I want to give you what you need, there is one who needs you more than me.” Legolas nodded slowly, with a sigh, and pressed himself to Elrond in silent want, before rising from the bed to get dressed. Elrond turned onto his back to watch, wrapping his hand around his own erection to give himself some relief.

“I will hurry back, my Lord,” Legolas said with a strange smile, leaning down to kiss Elrond briefly. Then he was gone, and Elrond fell back against the bed, wondering who he managed to tease more – himself, or Legolas.


Again there was no sign of Glorfindel in his rooms, yet this time Legolas was relieved. To stand before his Lord when his skin smelled of lust, and his every thought was carnal... He shivered when he thought what his Lord would make of that. Probably he would end up tied to Glorfindel’s bed, with the difference that Glorfindel would not untie him for days...

He moaned, and then realised where he was. There was no time for thoughts like this now, not unless he wanted that fantasy to become reality. And he did not want that, not now, he suddenly realised. Not after what Elrond had just given him. He wanted to return to him, and gladly give the Lord whatever he asked for the incredible gift he had given.

But first, there was Gîlríon to look after, and he could already hear his unhappy sounds. When he entered the child’s room, he found the nursemaid trying to distract him, but Gîlríon would have none of it. Yet as soon as he saw Legolas he smiled and wriggled impatiently in the arms of the maid.

Legolas soon found himself completely distracted from his earlier fantasies as he nursed his son before he prepared him for bed. Spending time with Gîlríon was still something incredibly precious to him, even after Glorfindel seemed to have forgiven him, but once his son had finally fallen asleep, thoughts of Elrond began to resurface in his mind.

It was not a hard decision to leave Gîl’s bed this time. Once he had left Glorfindel’s rooms and knocked at the door of the nurse, he could feel his excitement rising with each step that he took towards Elrond. He was almost as aroused now as he had been before, and he trembled when he thought of the Lord as he had left him, resting on the bed and pleasuring himself. But what if Elrond had given himself relief already, had maybe even fallen asleep?

Legolas hesitated as he reached for the door. Certainly Elrond would not be that cruel? He must have seen how desperately aroused he had been when he had to leave! Slowly he opened the door, and, even before he had fully stepped inside, began to open his robe as well. Even if Elrond had already pleasured himself, he would just have to make certain that Elrond felt the same need that he still suffered from!

It was only once he was inside the room that he noticed how dark it was. All of the candles had been extinguished, and he just couldn’t tell if Elrond was asleep in his bed. He took one step closer… two… and just as he realised the bed was empty, he heard the door close behind him.

Legolas gasped, but then smiled suddenly in the darkness as he felt arms embracing him from behind, and a familiar warm body pressing against him.

“My Lord!” he whispered urgently, glad to feel that Elrond was still as hard and aroused as he had been when Legolas left. But his lover said nothing, divesting him of his robe easily and then forcing him to bend over the desk. It was so exciting! Legolas moaned as he felt oily fingers preparing him already, and he was relaxed and ready for them, only wanting to feel Elrond’s heat inside him now after the thoughts he had tormented himself with on the way here. “Yes,” he moaned desperately, pushing back against the fingers that invaded him, wanting more.

“Shh…” And then Legolas felt something held against his mouth, a cloth perhaps? Whatever it was, it guaranteed his silence, and he became more aroused, helpless to stop it. He noticed that he still hadn’t seen the Lord, and although it had to be Elrond, he couldn’t help closing his eyes in lust as he thought with a thrill that he couldn’t really be sure it wasn’t someone else.

When the fingers withdrew, and he felt Elrond pressing against him, demanding entry, he relaxed to allow it, moaning into the cloth that kept him quiet as the Lord claimed him thoroughly, gentle at first, but soon sliding so deeply into him that it took his breath away. He knew it was Elrond now, of course, but still the fantasy was more real.

It was as arousing as being tied up, if not more so, and when Elrond reached around to caress him, it didn’t take long until Legolas spilled in his hand, his cry of pleasure muffled by the makeshift gag. But now he felt Elrond follow him too, and at last the Lord made a noise, groaning in satisfaction as he shot his seed deep inside Legolas’ body.

When Elrond pulled out of him, he whimpered at the sensation, and the cloth was removed from his mouth. But he said nothing. There was nothing to say. He allowed Elrond to push him gently towards the bed, and when he turned, finally seeing that it was the Lord of Imladris who had taken him so, he smiled.

Reaching out, he embraced the Lord, and pulled him down for a kiss that left both of them breathless and happy. Elrond joined him in the bed, pulling the covers over them both, and Legolas settled happily into his arms, knowing how much Elrond loved to be close to him afterwards.

Elrond played with his hair, and Legolas yawned, tired but satisfied, feeling something here he couldn’t put a name to. He frowned. It wasn’t love… not quite, he thought with a smile, remembering Elrond’s own words from long ago. Perhaps it was affection, he mused happily.

“Legolas, if I had centuries instead of just one night, I would show you so much,” Elrond said seductively, and he felt a thrill at the words, although there was a note of regret to them. For himself, he couldn’t regret. He knew whom he loved, and as much as he enjoyed the things Elrond did… he wouldn’t exchange a single night with Glorfindel for centuries with Elrond. He was only here now at Glorfindel’s instruction, and for a moment his guilt flowed the other way.

Wordlessly, he pressed himself even more tightly against Elrond, kissing his throat while the Lord continued to play with his hair. For once, he felt as if he were the one with the advantage - he had Glorfindel, whom he loved, and despite all the insecurities of his current position, he at least knew without doubt that it was truly love.

Elrond, on the other hand, was alone. Of course the Lord would never have tried to make himself believe that he loved Legolas, he knew that, but at the same time Legolas also knew that the Lord had enjoyed it to have him around, and that he would be missed when he returned to Glorfindel.

“Again, pen neth?” Elrond chuckled and shook his head. “You will have to wait... I am tired now.”

“Then we should sleep,” Legolas said affectionately and kissed the Lord, suddenly, strangely, feeling happy. “I am tired as well... you have exhausted me.”

Elrond smiled at him, and Legolas knew that despite his guilt, he did not really regret what had happened between them. He still loved Glorfindel, but Elrond had been lonely before this, and Legolas felt glad that at least for a time, he had given the Lord the companionship he so craved.

“Thank you,” Legolas said softly and smiled back, and when Elrond drew him into his arms once more, he knew that he would miss this as well.