Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 19/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

Thank you for all the wonderful feedback! I can't believe there are so many comments... wow! This sure keeps me eager to write more! ;)

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The next morning, Legolas was woken by a servant who told him to go to the library and wait there for Glorfindel. Legolas quickly dressed, a little surprised about this change from the usual routine, and also afraid that this had to do with his brother.

He had calmed himself down during the night by reasoning that they would not hurt Celeirdúr; after all, he was a hostage... and if they hurt him, Thranduil would use it as another reason for the war against the Noldor.

And yet he was nervous when he reached the library, a nervousness which at first seemed unfounded when he entered the room, for only Glorfindel was there, reclining in a big, comfortable armchair with a book in his lap. When he looked up and found Legolas hesitating at the door, he smiled at him and motioned him to join him while he laid the book aside.

"Come, sit down, roch-neth," he told him, pulling him into his lap when he was close enough.

Legolas gasped in surprise and yet he couldn't hide the small, pleased smile which lightened his face. Glorfindel seemed to be in a playful mood -- and Legolas liked it when Glorfindel was playful. It meant easy smiles, caresses and sweet kisses for him, and Legolas craved those more than anything else. Even if he sometimes felt ashamed for wanting this so much, this was the only brightness in his life, this rare affection and the thought of his child.

With a happy sigh he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's neck and looked up, offering his lips for a kiss which Glorfindel was only too happy to take.
"Sweet child," he teased afterwards, "so delightfully submissive today?"

"Mmh," Legolas just purred in answer. He rested his head against the Noldo's shoulder and closed his eyes, glad to feel Glorfindel's arms around him, holding him, giving him support in this time of insecurity. And it felt nice to be held, to be cherished... he could ignore all the questions in his head because it was not his place to worry about them. Glorfindel would care for him, all he had to do was to relax into this embrace and enjoy the warmth of Glorfindel's body.

"Why did you call for me, my Lord? Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked finally after some minutes, gifting Glorfindel with a slow smile while he teasingly caressed the small area of skin visible where his robe wasn't closed properly.

"If you keep this up, child, you will soon find yourself on your knees before me!" Glorfindel threatened, and with an impish smile, Legolas quickly slid out of his arms to kneel before him on the ground.

"Like this, my Lord?" he asked innocently, resting his head on Glorfindel's thigh, lightly nuzzling against it. "Do you want me to worship you?"

Glorfindel growled when Legolas gently pressed his lips to the noticable bulge in his pants."I think there is a part of you which very desperately needs worship," Legolas teased and was rewarded with another impatient growl.

"Worship me then, or the number of spanks you have already earned yourself will increase yet again!"

Legolas laughed and quickly unlaced Glorfindel's pants until he had freed the hard shaft. He gave the head some quick, teasing licks, and just when Glorfindel took hold of his head to end his teasing, Legolas suddenly took as much of him into his mouth as he could manage. Glorfindel groaned and thrust deeply into Legolas mouth who obediently knelt in front of him and held still. Legolas had quickly grown used to serving Glorfindel so, had even begun to like it... for a Glorfindel who had already spent his pleasure once was a much slower and gentler lover when he took Legolas afterwards.

Legolas purred deep in his throat and the vibrations forced a moan from Glorfindel's lips. A moan which was accompanied by the sound of the door being opened...

Cold fear pierced Legolas' heart like the point of an arrow. He tried to back away, but Glorfindel kept his hands in his hair, still thrusting into his mouth, and when Legolas looked up in desperation, he saw a smug little smile playing around Glorfindel's lips.

"That little *whore*..." he heard his brother curse him in a voice full of disbelieve and disgust, just when Glorfindel groaned loudly and spilled gushes of hot seed down his throat. Las was whimpered in shame while he tried to swallow it all until Glorfindel's cock had softened inside his mouth and the Noldo pulled him back up to sit on his lap. Pale and trembling, Legolas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, all the while feeling the gaze of his brother on him.

"I'll kill you!" his brother growled. "One day, you'll die for the shame you have brought on us... I'll do it myself if I have to!"

Haldir's fist hit him hard and forced a pained groan from him, then Elladan who had stood on his other side pushed him forward so that he stumbled and fell to his knees.

"So proud, my prince, even after a night in a cold cell?" Glorfindel smirked. "Do you think yourself so strong, so noble that you can just judge your brother like this? Are you so sure that you would not have surrendered in his situation?"

"I would *never*!" Celeirdúr snorted derisively. "Your touch is poisonous like that of a giant spider!"

"Oh, but your brother seems to like it..." Glorfindel said and gently ran his hand up and down Legolas' chest, finally focusing his attentions on his nipples which hardened immediately when he began to massage them through the robe.

"Ah... please don't!" Legolas begged softly, squirming in Glorfindel's lap. "Please..."

"So pretty..." Glorfindel sighed. "You're so pretty and sensitive... I wonder if your brother could learn to beg just as prettily?"

Legolas whimpered and hid his face against Glorfindel's shoulder, panting into his hair. Glorfindel smiled, fully intending to use his knowledge of Legolas' weaknesses against him. He pinched a nipple, forcing a soft gasp from the Sindar, and then dropped one hand into Legolas' lap to lightly stroke the hardness there. It took only the time of a single heartbeat until Legolas shuddered against him, a damp stain adorning the front of his robe and teas running silently down his face.

Glorfindel smiled in satisfaction when he adressed Celeirdúr. "I could give you just as much pleasure, my dear prince, and believe me, you would learn to beg fo!"
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"I will die before that! Unlike that whore, I would rather spend my time in Mandos' halls until the end than being touched by your filthy hands!"

"What a pity," Glorfindel mused. "Do you not think that that would be rather the way a coward would act, running away from these problems by fading and leaving your family and your counto dto deal with them?"

"Think what you want!" Celeirdúr said arrogantly, but there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

"It does not matter anyway. I already own one of your family, and he pleases me greatly... I have no intention to tame myself another princeling, no matter how sweet your family might look on their knees. Haldir here, though, he wants to know what a Sindar mouth tastes like, and what a prince screams when you make his body submit to you..."

Legolas who so fso far been trying to hide from the hate and the accusation in his brother's eyes now sat up and gazed at Glorfindel imploringly, although his cheeks were still wet with his tears. "No, please, do not hurt him!"

"Why shouldn't I? He hates you, you have heard it yourself, he would hurt you if he had the chance!"

"Please, he is my brother!" Legolas begged helplessly.

"So one got all the compassion and one got all the pride in your family?" Glorfindel laughed. "No, young one, this is about more than just your family problems. We cannot allow compassion in matters which could endanger the lives of all our people. Take him with you Elladan, take him to your rooms if you so desire... you too, Haldir, I think you will need all of your strength to teach that prideful princeling humility! We will have another conversation tomorrow... and then we will see if he still laughs about his brother's situation."

tbc...

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roch-neth = colt
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