Pen-Estel

Thank you for the comment, nikkiling! :) I'm really glad you are enjoying our story so! I hope you will enjoy the rest of the story as well, there are still quite a few chapters to come. :)

Sugarplum: Thank you! Yes, Cuil Eden will get continued as well. :)
Legolas is really the one who least deserves what has happened to him - but we are going to make it up to him in the end. :)

And bye-bye troll.


Chapter Twelve

Legolas slept, but he awoke early, already anticipating returning to Glorfindel’s bed. It was so early it was still not quite light, although some of the birds were awake. It was much earlier than he would usually leave Elrond’s embrace to see to his son, but once he was awake, he couldn’t fall back to sleep.

Gently, hoping he would manage to do it without waking Elrond, he disentangled himself from the Lord’s arms, slipping quietly out of the bed. For a moment he looked down on Elrond, somehow childlike in his sleep, despite his usually stern appearance. Legolas smiled, remembering his gentleness, the games they played, and what Elrond had given to him. But when he thought about Glorfindel doing the same thing to him, he closed his eyes, wanting to moan already. He thought then about doing it to Glorfindel, as he had been promised, and found that thought just as arousing.

Quickly, he stole into the bathroom and washed himself all over with cold water, eliminating all traces of his night with Elrond from his body. He took the time to prepare himself for his Lord, and then came out to dress in a simple robe. Before he left though, he looked down at Elrond one last time, bending swiftly to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Goodbye, my Lord,” he said, not without feeling, but then left, looking forward to being in his rightful place… with Glorfindel.

Imladris felt like a different place as early as this. The torches that lit the corridors were dead and dark, and only a small amount of the dawn’s early light touched the walls and floors. It was so quiet too. Legolas didn’t even hear anyone else as he made his way to Glorfindel’s rooms. It felt clandestine and secret, and somehow exciting, and the longer it took, the less able Legolas was to keep from running. Finally he did begin to run, not fearing that he would meet anyone this early.

But when he rounded a corner, exhilarated with the simple pleasure of running through Imladris to Glorfindel, he collided with someone. For a moment he was scared and alarmed, and he murmured an automatic “sorry,” stepping back to see who it was, his heart beginning to beat again in relief when he saw it was only a servant. But the elf looked around them, as if to draw Legolas’ attention to the fact that they were alone, and then leered at him suggestively.

He swallowed and wanted to step back again, but then he thought of Elrond, and he remembered how it had felt to be with him. Elrond had played games with him, but still, he felt like an equal with him. An equal to the Lord of Imladris, and thinking that, Legolas grinned.

“Well?” he said to the servant, looking back at him fearlessly, and the elf actually backed down! Legolas was astonished. For so long he had put up with being made to feel less than others. All those who sneakily touched him as they passed him in the corridors… He wondered if this elf had touched him before. Well, he wouldn’t be doing so again, Legolas thought as he watched the elf hurry away about his business.

But then he recalled why he had been running in the first place, and he smiled happily, making his way more sedately now to Glorfindel’s rooms.

His Lord was still asleep, as was to be expected at this time, but when Legolas quickly undressed and slipped beneath the bedcovers to curl up against Glorfindel’s warm body, he made a grumbling sound of pleasure and possessively wrapped an arm around him.

Legolas smiled and sighed happily. This was exactly where he wanted to be, every morning of his life. For a while, he allowed himself to doze lightly in Glorfindel’s arms, and soon, the room was filled the bright rays of the rising sun.

With another groan Glorfindel turned his head as if he were seeking to escape the light that threatened his sleep. Legolas giggled and then took a strand of his own hair to run it teasingly over Glorfindel’s nose, tickling his Lord this way until he finally sneezed and awoke.

All of a sudden, Legolas found himself on his back, staring wide-eyed at Glorfindel who now rested on top of him, restraining him with his weight.

“I do not take well to being attacked in the morning!” Glorfindel purred darkly, and all of a sudden Legolas felt light-headed and breathless when he realised how helpless he was – and that already, Glorfindel was hard for him.

He let himself go pliant, offering no resistance to Glorfindel. Instead, he spread his legs so that Glorfindel came to rest in between them, and he moaned when his Lord’s length slid against his own, only heightening the ache of his arousal.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” he breathed, staring in fascination at Glorfindel’s mouth that seemed to hover only a hair’s breadth over his – but when he tried to take the kiss his Lord was tempting him with, Glorfindel moved his head back teasingly, denying him.

Legolas groaned. “Please!” he begged without thought, and Glorfindel laughed.

“It does not take much, does it?” he said with a smirk, and before Legolas could begin to feel ashamed, he finally bent his head to take the youth’s mouth in a demanding kiss, exploring him thoroughly as if he were tasting him for the first time.

Legolas tried to respond, but it was just impossible. Glorfindel was like a tidal wave, and yet it felt so good to be surrounded by him. He felt his lips crushed against his teeth as the kiss carried on, Glorfindel’s tongue possessing his mouth, and he groaned in pure need, feeling as though he were drowning.

He was pinned to the bed by Glorfindel’s weight, so that he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, and then Glorfindel ground his hips against him, so that Legolas began to whimper into the kiss.

Glorfindel pulled back, and smiled down at him evilly, rubbing against Legolas again so that he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. “Ai…” he sobbed helplessly, “please!” Glorfindel only chuckled.

“What do you want?” he asked, teasing. Legolas shook his head to clear it, only to moan again when Glorfindel moved once more.

“Please, my Lord. I d-did what you wanted,” he stammered nervously, as if begging for mercy, and he felt Glorfindel’s length get even harder, pressing into his belly.

“Yes, you did,” he replied deeply, his eyes darkening in lust, and Legolas looked up at him, almost in a kind of fear, only wanting to please Glorfindel now. Legolas licked his lips, imagining what Glorfindel had said the day before. He swallowed as his Lord waited.

“And you promised…” He said softly, quietly, as Glorfindel leaned down, crowding him so that Legolas could no longer speak. His tongue darted out to nudge at Legolas’ lips, and he parted them eagerly – but Glorfindel didn’t kiss him again.

“What did I promise?” Glorfindel urged, the words tickling his skin now as Glorfindel moved to almost kiss his throat. Legolas panted in desire, trying to move underneath Glorfindel now, even though it was impossible. As if aware of what he was trying to do, Glorfindel ground against him again, and Legolas cried out. “Well?” he demanded.

“That you would let me taste you!” Legolas said in a rush, and then moaned again. “That you would let me use my mouth to give you pleasure!”

“And did you think about that, Legolas? Did you dream of it?” he asked, raising a hand to again press a finger against Legolas’ soft lips. Now it was Glorfindel who moaned in lust when Legolas immediately parted his lips, allowing the finger inside to pleasure it with his tongue, as if to show Glorfindel how he would serve him if only his Lord allowed it.

Glorfindel teased the two of them for a long moment, rewarding Legolas with another lazy roll of his hips whenever the youth showed a particular effort to be pleasing. Finally though, he pulled his finger away, almost moaning himself now at the temptation of the swollen, red lips, glistening wetly with the youth’s saliva... and soon, with his seed, he thought and groaned with need.

“Yes!” Legolas moaned, as he was finally able to answer Glorfindel’s question. “Oh yes! Please, let me taste you!”

Glorfindel chuckled, although he himself was breathless now as well and almost as desperate as Legolas seemed to be. “Since you seem to want it so much... and since you did behave, like you promised...” He paused, grinning down at Legolas, then rolled off him.

“Go ahead then,” he breathed, stretching to display his golden body for Legolas, knowing full well what kind of effect that would have on the youth.

Legolas moaned, and there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. Yet when he lowered his head to finally taste his reward, Glorfindel grabbed a handful of his hair, and Legolas whimpered when he realised that his Lord was still teasing him.

“Oh, please!” he begged, straining towards Glorfindel’s length, and Glorfindel allowed him close enough that he was able to touch the head of his erection with his tongue.

Legolas moaned at the taste and tried to reach for more, but Glorfindel did not let him. Dimly, Legolas realised that this should be harder for Glorfindel to endure than for him – but strangely, it was not so. It was an ache now, this need to give pleasure to his Lord, and he began to beg again, straining against Glorfindel’s grip on his hair to lick up the droplets of Glorfindel’s essence that were welling up from the small slit.

So slowly it was a torture in itself, Glorfindel allowed Legolas to get closer to him, finally letting him go, and he moaned in relief as he licked a line up the underside of Glorfindel’s shaft, remembering how good just that simple touch had felt to him the evening before.

He savoured it, as though it were a particularly delicious treat, before taking Glorfindel into his mouth properly. There was nothing really new. There was nothing Elrond had done to him that Legolas didn’t know how to do to Glorfindel, but now every movement of his lips, every caress of his tongue was coloured perfectly with the knowledge of how it must feel to Glorfindel, and for that he enjoyed it all the more.

He listened carefully to every sound his Lord made as he continued to please him, and himself, concentrating on the things that made Glorfindel moan more loudly. And for himself too, it felt marvellously dirty and wicked to serve Glorfindel in such a way, and he moaned at the thought of what he was doing, hoping that his Lord wouldn’t come too soon, because he wanted to enjoy every single moment of this – his reward.

But at last, when Glorfindel cradled his head and pulled him closer demandingly, Legolas took as deep a breath as he could and relaxed his throat, rejoicing at the groan of satisfaction that came from the Lord. He worked even now to bring pleasure, until he felt Glorfindel’s slight movements stop and his throat was flooded with the warm, salty taste of his release. He managed to swallow it all, and when he drew back he teased at the slit lightly with his tongue, manipulating Glorfindel with his hands to draw the last few drops from him, taking them too, kissing his softening cock so that the fluid smeared onto his lips and he could lick it off.

He knew Glorfindel was watching him, because he suddenly swore, and Legolas closed his eyes slowly, trying to keep from smiling.

“You taste so good,” he sighed softly, at last, and wasn’t at all surprised when Glorfindel’s hands hauled him back up so that they were on a level with each other. He opened his eyes, and licked his lips again; suddenly aware that he was still achingly hard when Glorfindel stared at him like that.

“Now, what do you want?” he purred wickedly as if he knew just what Legolas had been doing, and Legolas moaned, knowing that however he played, Glorfindel always won.

“Whatever pleases you, my Lord,” he whispered, feeling weak now from the force of his need. And it was the truth – no matter what Glorfindel did to him, it would be ecstasy, simply because it would be his Lord who touched him.

“Just give me release, my Lord!” he begged, whimpering when Glorfindel pushed his knees apart with a thigh. Glorfindel was looking at him, smiling wickedly as if he liked to see the proof of what his words were doing to the body of the youth, and Legolas could no longer hold back.

With another moan he rubbed himself against Glorfindel’s thigh, closing his eyes because it was almost too much sensation now after his aching flesh had been neglected for so long.

Glorfindel chuckled again. “Do you need me that much?“ he asked teasingly. “Maybe I should make you wait for a day to see what you will come up with then... But I am not so cruel,” he added just when Legolas thought he would start to cry in need.

“You pleasured me just as you had promised, so you shall have your pleasure in return,” he whispered into Legolas’ ear, gifting the tip with a tiny lick. Legolas trembled and leaned into him, as if the promise of more pleasure were already enough to make him faint.

Glorfindel smiled as he used the opportunity to let his lips move down Legolas’ throat, gently nipping at the pale skin while he curled his fingers around his length now. The youth was achingly hard, but still Glorfindel took his time, making Legolas moan for him with gentle, slow strokes.

Then, as though he were changing his mind – he let Legolas go, chuckling when the youth moaned longingly in dismay. Shuffling up the bed so that he could rest against the pillows whilst sitting up, he stretched out his legs and patted his thigh demandingly. He laughed at Legolas’ crestfallen expression, and shook his head.

“Not for punishment,” he said with a grin. “Legs,” he said shortly, patting his thighs again. “Here.” Sighing, Legolas obeyed him, moving forward to tentatively drape his long legs over Glorfindel’s thighs. From there it was simple to take hold of Legolas’ ankles, then his knees, and pull him until he was just at the place Glorfindel wanted him. Now Legolas lay on his back, over Glorfindel’s lap, so that his erection was in easy reach.

Smirking, Glorfindel knew there was something else good about this position. Legolas would find it incredibly difficult to move once he began, since his hips were already raised higher than the rest of him. He licked one of his own fingers, and teasingly ran that finger from the base of Legolas’ shaft to the top, smiling in satisfaction when Legolas shuddered and moaned for him.

But then he reached out to the table beside the bed and retrieved the bottle of oil. After all, Glorfindel thought, if he was going to reward Legolas with this, then he ought to do it properly. Of course, he would enjoy it as well… already he imagined Legolas’ helpless sighs and moans that were sweeter than the song of the birds in the morning.

He covered his hands in the slippery substance, rubbing them together to warm the oil, spreading it over the skin of his palms. Then, very suddenly, he reached out to take Legolas firmly into his hand…

Legolas gasped in pleasure when he felt the first touch of Glorfindel’s hand, gripping him so wonderfully. Just tight enough so that he moaned before that hand even moved. When it did, Legolas cried out and tried to arch up into the touch, but it was impossible. All he managed to do was raise his head and shoulders from the bed so that he could watch. And that was too much. He relaxed again, moaning softly, relishing the feel of Glorfindel’s hand, covered in the oil, sliding leisurely over his member.

He felt Glorfindel’s fingers slide easily over the top of his erection, only to stop and travel slowly back down, and he whimpered, because he knew what was coming. Hadn’t he been teased enough the night before? But of course, Glorfindel didn’t know about that, and soon Legolas didn’t remember it either, because Glorfindel’s hand was moving up again, making him catch his breath in anticipation of the moment when that tight grip slipped smoothly over the head of his cock.

He cried out loudly when it came, tensing already, and just before the hand started on its maddening journey back down, he heard Glorfindel speak.

“Easy, roch neth,” he said, as though to warn Legolas that there was much more to come, and he groaned, turning his head from side to side in frustration, wanting Glorfindel to speed up, needing him to do so, before this drove him insane.

But it didn’t get any faster, and Legolas moved eventually from loud moans, to quiet whimpers, to desperate entreaties of “please…” to soft, broken sighs, and back to moaning again. Still, that hand continued to take him slowly, until all that existed was Glorfindel’s grip on him. When he fell quiet he could hear it. The oil made an evocative wet sound as the hand continued to drive him past all reason and knowledge.

He didn’t know it but he began to move, jolting every time the hand reached the top of his erection as though he suffered from electric shocks. And it wasn’t until some time later that he felt himself begin to let go. The next time that Glorfindel’s hand passed over him, he felt himself jerk as his body gave up the first of his seed. He moaned languidly, knowing it wasn’t over, and waited breathlessly for that divine moment again.

“Glorfindel!” he cried out, when it happened, and he felt himself give a little more. Glorfindel’s other hand reached down to him then, and he clasped it as if it were an anchor to consciousness, closing his eyes in such intense pleasure he thought he must surely faint from it.

Again, and he knew his body had fallen in with the slow rhythm of Glorfindel’s touch, obeying its master as surely as Legolas himself did in his mind. Over and over again it happened, such a long, drawn out orgasm that by the time he had given the last of himself, Legolas lay limply on the bed, exhausted and depleted while Glorfindel finally stopped with the slow caress to rest his warm hand over Legolas’ spent member.

“This is the right way to start a day, don’t you agree?“ Glorfindel said as he took in Legolas’ almost lifeless form with satisfaction.

Legolas made a sound that was half sigh, half groan, but he was too exhausted to even move now, and Glorfindel laughed.

“Exactly like that,” he purred, “you are so very sweet... it makes me want to ravish you all over again.”

Legolas whimpered. “Please... You’ve taken all I have to give,” he sighed, and then closed his eyes, moaning tiredly when Glorfindel’s warm hand moved away from his softened member to trail through the mess of drying seed on his belly.

“Yes, just like this,” Glorfindel said smugly, “just like this I like you best. I wish I could have a portrait painted of you like this...”

Legolas moaned, and although his body was completely spent, he stretched lazily, displaying himself wantonly for his Lord. The thought was incredibly arousing, although he knew that he would die from shame should such a thing truly come to pass one day. Yet he knew his Lord well enough, he thought, to know that Glorfindel was only teasing.

When Glorfindel finally helped him up, he yawned; staying seated in Glorfindel’s lap so he could tiredly rest his head against his shoulder. “You have exhausted me so; I think I could sleep for another night,” he complained with a little laugh, but then yawned again.

Glorfindel grinned, obviously very pleased with himself, and his smug attitude made Legolas giggle. But nevertheless Glorfindel pulled the blanket up around them and then tenderly pressed a kiss to Legolas’ temple. “Gîl does not seem to be awake yet, so try and sleep for another hour,” he said, and Legolas gratefully huddled deeper into his strong arms, soon lulled to sleep by Glorfindel’s heartbeat.

When Glorfindel disturbed him some time later by getting up, Legolas grumbled a little, and then settled back down. But soon Glorfindel was back. All he wanted was to sleep, and so he was hardly aware of what was happening. He knew Glorfindel sat behind him again, because once more he could hear and feel the slow, steady rhythm of Glorfindel’s heartbeat, so relaxing that he sighed in tired pleasure.

But there was something different now. Frowning at the familiar sensation of Gîl nursing from him, he focused his eyes, only to find that Glorfindel held their son against his chest, so that he could feed – which he did. Legolas sighed as he felt Gîl’s suckling, but he didn’t even have enough energy to hold his son for himself, and he leaned back against Glorfindel tiredly.

The Lord laughed a little, and Legolas moaned, closing his eyes. “Don’t,” he pleaded, feeling now as though Glorfindel was using Gîl to torment him further. He knew he was right when he felt Glorfindel’s lips against his neck.

“You are becoming rebellious, roch neth,” he whispered against the sensitive skin, and Legolas swallowed nervously. At least he was awake enough for that.

“I am sorry, my Lord,” he replied softly, relaxing again, giving in to it all, to the lips against his neck, and to Gîl’s demands too, wondering if there was any part of his body left that belonged only to him. As if in answer, he felt Glorfindel’s growing arousal behind him, and he whimpered submissively, but he was still unable to wake up properly.

Some time later, after an agonising eternity where he felt Glorfindel’s hardness rubbing against him, and Gîl taking from him, something stopped. Glorfindel left the bed again; to put Gîl back into his cot before it was time for him to awaken properly. Legolas lie back against the cushions, and when Glorfindel walked towards him again – purposefully – he knew it wasn’t over.

But he was obedient and pliant, allowing Glorfindel to position him, and to prepare him, but there wasn’t as much pleasure in it this time… he just didn’t have anything left.

“You are so tired still, roch neth,” Glorfindel noted with amusement as he slid his fingers in and out of Legolas’ passage, readying him for what was to come. Legolas moaned and his eyes slid closed against his will. “Hmm... I almost regret to wake you up,” he purred meaningfully as he finished with the preparation and replaced his fingers with something bigger and more familiar to Legolas. He sighed as if in longing, and Glorfindel laughed deeply.

“But I will wake you, sleeping Prince,” he promised, and with that he began to push inside, so that Legolas had no option but to become aware, and awake, and at last open his eyes as he gasped at the sensation of Glorfindel filling him and stretching him.

He moaned more loudly now, in a kind of reproachful surprise, but before it was over Glorfindel stole that from him too, kissing him so deeply and possessively that it didn’t matter anymore if he was tired, because all that mattered was Glorfindel.

“Oh, my Lord… I don’t think I can, not after that!“ Legolas moaned when Glorfindel finally drew back. But despite his words, he was hard, and each of Glorfindel’s shallow thrusts made him sigh with longing.

“You don’t have to... not as long as I can,” Glorfindel said wickedly, and Legolas groaned. This was more than mere tiredness, mere exhaustion... It was almost like being sore, only that there was no pain involved at all. The pleasure he felt seemed dimmed somehow, and instead of a brightly burning fire of desire and need, the pleasure coursed lazily through his veins, a gentle warmth thick and sweet like honey.

“There is nothing I have left to give...” Legolas sighed, and despite his protest he felt content like never before. “You and Gîl took all my body had to give – you have to let me sleep for a day, my Lord, if you want to enjoy me again!”

“But I am enjoying you like this, right as you are now,” Glorfindel pointed out with another thrust, making Legolas moan again. “And besides, it is not true... I am certain that there is still something you have left to give!”

The gleam in his eyes was almost evil now, and Legolas’ eyes widened with both fear and excitement when Glorfindel looked pointedly to his chest, smirking when that look alone was enough for Legolas’ nipples to tighten even more in anticipation.

And before Legolas had the time to prepare himself for what was to come, Glorfindel had taken one of his swollen nipples into his mouth, making Legolas cry out in shocked pleasure. Glorfindel’s mouth felt so good that it was almost painful, and the Prince began to writhe beneath Glorfindel, trying not to come from the caress of tongue and lips alone.

He moaned throatily when Glorfindel tasted him, ceasing to breathe because the feeling of Glorfindel taking even that from him was one of the most arousing things he had ever known. He was trembling now, but he could not look away when Glorfindel finally lifted his head, grinning and swallowing – but he did not swallow everything.

Legolas moaned again when he watched some of his milk drip from Glorfindel’s lips onto his chest, running over his skin in small rivulets. Glorfindel looked positively evil now as he watched Legolas whimper helplessly, and the youth knew that he enjoyed it to see him so helplessly aroused.

“Please...” Legolas pleaded breathlessly, and then he whimpered again and closed his eyes when Glorfindel licked over his gleaming lips.

But he was truly too exhausted to continue to be teased in such a way, and he only moaned occasionally as Glorfindel took pleasure from his body, moving so slowly in and out of him, maximising the sensations in such a way that Legolas felt as though he really was the Lord’s plaything. But he reacted when Glorfindel came inside him, as the Lord became so hard it was almost uncomfortable, and Legolas panted as he tried to relax as much as possible. He hadn’t found release himself, but it didn’t seem to matter, and he felt his eyes glaze over again as Glorfindel left him.

“All right, roch neth,” he said in amusement. “Sleep for a while. I will entertain Gîl… since he has already taken what he needs from you.” Legolas wanted to moan at that, but he found his body really was through with listening to him, and he couldn’t even look at his Lord. He felt the bed spring up as Glorfindel’s weight left it, and he flopped onto his side, already drifting away.

When he awoke a little later, the morning sun was quite high in the sky, and he was alone. He looked around the room, but it was very empty, and the absence of noise from the nursery meant that Glorfindel and Gîlríon weren’t in there either. Standing, he pulled on a robe and walked over to the door that led onto the garden, smiling in happiness when he spied them at last. Glorfindel was sat under a tree with Gîl in his arms. He had some kind of picturebook open, and Gîl kept pointing at it in excitement while the Lord laughed indulgently, but in real pleasure, and patiently kept repeating the names of the things in the pictures.

Legolas watched them for a while; sitting in the sunshine that seemed made to show the glory of their hair, thinking how much he loved them both. Then Glorfindel looked up, and smiled. He jerked his head in a commanding way, and Legolas giggled, but nevertheless walked through the door, and dawdled over to them, grinning at Gîl’s babbling and gurgling. Soon he would be speaking words, and he held out his arms to take his son as he sat down beside Glorfindel.

“You have been asleep for two hours,” Glorfindel said casually, but Legolas’ heart laughed. Had he been counting the minutes? Saying nothing, he carefully lowered one side of the robe to allow Gîl to get at what he wanted. Glorfindel watched him speculatively for a while, until he couldn’t help but begin to feel self-conscious and nervous. He finally raised his eyes to Glorfindel’s timidly.

“Today I was lenient, since I was responsible for tiring you so. But do not become accustomed to it, roch neth,” he warned seriously, and Legolas nodded, not quite as seriously. “Since you will be spending your nights with Elrond for a while, I find myself wanting you all to myself in the daytime.” Legolas’ heart lurched – surely he couldn’t mean it? He wanted to beg to be allowed to stay, because Glorfindel was choosing this for him, and he couldn’t understand why.

“Why do you send me away, my Lord?” he asked softly, looking down at Gîl to avoid showing Glorfindel how his heart suddenly hurt. It felt to him as though the sun had gone in.

“Trust me,” Glorfindel said just as softly, but with the unmistakable tenor of a command. Legolas nodded automatically, and felt even more hurt when Glorfindel laughed. “But if you must fall asleep in someone’s bed – make sure that it is his.” Legolas had to stifle a giggle himself at that, but when he looked up at his Lord, he let the laughter out in relief. They shared a private joke, and although he didn’t understand the whole of it, it was enough.

“You can crawl into my bed in the morning,” Glorfindel said magnanimously. “In fact, I demand that you do,” he growled suggestively. Legolas laughed again and promised faithfully to obey. But then it really did turn serious when Glorfindel suddenly kissed him, and remained caressing his face with one hand. His eyes narrowed, and Legolas saw another flash of the anger he had seen directed at him so many times. He actually felt scared for a moment that it would all come back.

“Do not worry, pen neth,” he said quietly, deep in thought. “It will not be for very many nights, and as long as you do what I expect, then nothing bad will happen.” It was a confusing statement, but Legolas was so gladdened that he was still forgiven he couldn’t really think about it.

After that, both of them were silent for a while, watching Gîlríon fuss a little before Legolas distracted him with a lock of his hair. Gîlríon gleefully grabbed the strand and Legolas giggled when he tried to stuff it into his mouth.

“Don’t, Gîl... It doesn’t even taste all that good,” Legolas chided with a smile, only to have Glorfindel take hold of a strand as well to finger it thoughtfully.

“It might not be tasty, but it smells so good... “ Glorfindel sighed, half-closing his eyes in pleasure. “It’s enough to make me hungry again... hungry for you, roch neth!”

Legolas blushed, but he could not deny that he was pleased by the compliment. “How can you still be hungry, my Lord, after all that you already took from me this morning?”

“You are just too delicious, Legolas.... Just watching you blush like this is enough to rouse my hunger,” Glorfindel purred and laughed when Legolas began to tremble at his words.

“But right now, I think I will need to feed you first. You missed breakfast, and you are going to need all your strength to keep me satisfied – is that not true, Legolas?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas weakly agreed and willingly surrendered when Glorfindel kissed him again. But then his Lord pulled back, sighing with obvious regret as he stood.

“Stay here, Legolas,” he ordered. “I find I am hungry for more than just your taste... We will have breakfast here in the garden, and after that, we will see if it was enough to strengthen you for more strenuous activities.”

Legolas blushed again at Glorfindel’s smirk, but he nodded and cradled Gîl against his chest as he waited for his Lord to return, feeling guilty again as he remembered how he had shared similar meals outside with Elrond.


It was a tiring day, and by the end of it, Legolas wanted no more than to crawl into bed again. But he found himself walking down the corridors to Elrond’s rooms, and he knew it just wasn’t going to be that easy. He wasn’t wrong.

In retrospect, Legolas would wonder how he survived the next few days… and nights. He was so tired he didn’t even mind the rumours and gossip anymore. At early breakfast, he would arrive with Elrond, and leave with Glorfindel – the opposite taking place at dinner, until the elves of Imladris became so used to seeing it, there was no longer an awkward silence.

At that first breakfast he had shared in private with Glorfindel, he had feared a return of the sickness that had plagued him during his first pregnancy. He didn’t manage to eat much before it came on, and he stumbled over apologies when he told Glorfindel he felt too unwell to eat, but the Lord seemed to assume he was poorly for being passed to the Lord of Imladris, and patiently reminded him that it wouldn't be for long.

He felt guilty for encouraging the misconception – but what else could he do? He wanted to spend time with Glorfindel, before the truth came out, and he deliberately and blindly ignored the feelings he had when his body began to change again.

In contrast to his days with Glorfindel, his nights with Elrond were much more relaxing, as he found he could tell Elrond about what was happening to him. He was given many more different and effective teas to drink, which sometimes managed to make the sickness leave until lunch the next day. The Lord of Imladris talked to him too, actually seeming interested in his opinions, and Legolas began to feel comfortable with him, sometimes confiding in him, although he never told Elrond what Glorfindel said about sending him back.

But they were both so demanding, and it drained and exhausted him to first meet Glorfindel’s expectations in the day, only to have Elrond want just as much from him at night, because the Lord still required his wholehearted participation.

It was really only a matter of time before something gave way, and so it was that Legolas found himself being shaken gently at one point, an insistent voice telling him to wake up. He stretched in the bed, and then whimpered in dread when he realised he must have broken Glorfindel’s rule.

“I’m sorry, my Lord,” he whispered in a panic, before his eyes could even properly refocus, and when they did, Legolas almost cried in relief. Here he was in Elrond’s rooms still! They had not been for breakfast yet. Now he felt the warmth of Elrond’s body behind his, and he relaxed again as the Lord leaned forward to kiss his shoulder.

“What are you sorry for, pen neth?” he asked mildly, and Legolas shook his head.

“Nothing, my Lord... I am sorry,” he said, and then blushed when he realised that he had apologised again. “For a moment, I forgot where I was...” he then added softly, hoping that it would be explanation enough to ward off any further questions. Elrond knew what Glorfindel was like, after all, and although Legolas did not want to give the impression that Glorfindel was abusing him, certainly Elrond had to realise that he behaved differently when he was with his Lord to how he could be around Elrond.

For a moment, Elrond studied him curiously, but it appeared that in the end, he was satisfied by what he found in Legolas’ eyes. “It is still early... you can rest for a while if you want,” Elrond allowed. “I will prepare you more tea in a moment, but if you want to have a bath before breakfast, you should not wait too long. The sun already rose quite a while ago, and Gîlríon and Glorfindel will expect you soon.”

Legolas nodded with a sigh. “Yes, my Lord – thank you for waking me.” He sighed again when Elrond pressed another kiss to his neck, but then stopped breathing when he felt Elrond’s erection sliding between his thighs, already hard and insistent. Elrond’s length was slippery, and there was no pain when he was filled – Legolas moaned when he realised that Elrond must have prepared him with his fingers while he had slept.

Legolas was still too tired and a little too shocked by the way in which he had woken to fully participate, but it seemed that this time Elrond did not demand much reciprocation... The Lord did all the work, and the insistent fingers that took hold of him to massage his own shaft eventually made him achieve release as well, although he just shuddered tiredly when Elrond’s hands milked all of his seed from him.

For a while longer he was allowed to rest while Elrond got up to prepare his tea, but in the end, Legolas had to get up as well, the taste of the horribly bitter tea finally waking him fully.