Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 20/?
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.

Wow, chapter 20 already... thank you for all the wonderful feedback which keeps me going!! :))
And yes... I know that this is another mean cliffhanger. ;)

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Legolas had been pleading and crying for a long time, but Glorfindel would not spare his brother, no matter what Legolas tried. Finally, Legolas fell into an exhausted sleep, only to wake up some time later and find Glorfindel gone. Surely Glorfindel had been summoned by Elrond to state his opinion on the coming decisions... and Legolas knew what he had to do. He had sworn to obey Glorfindel's eveord,ord, but... Celeirdúr was his brother! He could not simply lie in his bed and wait for Glorfindel to return while his brother was raped in the same house!

No, that was something nobody should have to endure, no matter what he had done.

Slowly, Legolas dressed and left his room. There were not may elves around, most had duties to attend to at this time of the day, and the few servants he met while he slowly made his way to the wing where Elladan's rooms were located did not seem to take much notice of him.

After all, he was just a slave, he thought bitterly. Weak, young, pregnant... what harm could he do? They probably thought that Glorfindel had ordered him to meet him somewhere, after all it was well-known that he would do everything he was told, that there was no limit to his submission ever since he had knelt before Glorfindel and pleaded for his life and that of his child on that fateful day when his identity was revealed.

Glorfindel had made it clear that Legolas was his and that he would allow nobody else to touch him, and yet, when Glorfindel was not there to see, the oher inhabitants of Imladris took great pleasure in humiliating him further. It were the small things which hurt the most... the whispered insults, the knowing glances when he moved slowly in the mornings because Glorfindel had taken him so hard in the night, the touches when nobody was looking... he hated it, but he could do nothing against it. Yes, Glorfindel would most probably be furious if he found out that others had been touching him, but he just could not bring himself to tell Glorfindel about it. His situation was bad enough as it was, he did not need to run crying to Glorfindel because he was too weak to protect himself. And the touches never grew much bolder than a hand slipping up his thigh under the cover of the tablecloth, or cupping his buttocks when Glorfindel was not looking in his direction... he felt ashamed because he had to endure them, but worse things had happened to him, and so he simply tried to ignore it and stayed as close to Glorfindel as possible.

Now, though, he was on his own, but thankfully nobody seemed to have the time to torment him, and he reached the hallway which led to Elladan's rooms without being asked where he was going.

He hesitated in front of the door. After all, he really had no idea what he was doing here, he just knew that he somehow could not allow his brother to get hurt -- and then he heard the sounds coming from inside, a pained groan, amused laughter...

He opened the door without thinking, barging in to save his brother, but the only thing he managed was to run into Haldir's back who quickly overcame his surprise and restrained the struggling youth.

"What do we have here?" he said in delight. "See, Celeirdúr, your brother wants to join us... isn't that nice of him?"

Legolas paled when his gaze fell on the bed. His brother lay there, his hands tied to the bed, his legs spread and held down by Elladan who --

Legolas shook his head wildly, tears coming to his eyes. "Let him go, please! Please!"

But the only thing his words achieved was a slow grin from Elladan who pushed the smooth, wooden implement he held in his hand deeper into the helpless body of Celeirdúr, coaxing another groan from the proud prince. Celeirdúr's body was slick with sweat from his struggles, his body decorated with welts, scratches and bruises, testimony to his unbroken resistance.

"Don't do this!" Legolas pleaded, struggling wildly in Haldir's arms, but the Lórien elf did not let him go.

"Oh, why shouldn't we? He is our prisoner and we fully intend to make good use of this situation. After all, it is rather unfair that Gorfindel should be the only one with a tame princeling of his own..."

Hot air from Haldir's soft laughter was breathed against his ears, made him shudder and cringe.

"Stop it, please! I'll do anything!" he offered in despair when Elladan's movements forced another whimper from his brother's lips. Celeirdúr had to be in terrible pain -- Legolas knew that he would never allow his enemies to hear those sounds otherwise. And from what he could see, Haldir and Elladan seemed to have used the time he had spent sleeping in Glorfindel's bed... there was dried semen on his thighs, on his face, traces of blood on the sheets.

"But what can you give us that your brother here can't? And after all Glorfindel would not like it if we touched you... although, it is your own fault for coming here... hmm, what do you think, Elladan? Two princes for us?"

"I am not sure... would Glorfindel not be angry?" Elladan mused although it was very obvious that he liked the idea, the way his breath quickened when he let his eyes rest on the frightened Legolas. "But then, he came here on his own..."

"Yes, and he is practically begging for it," Haldir purred and circled one of Legolas' nipples with his fingers.

"Ai... no..." Legolas moaned and squirmed in Haldir's arms. The Galadhrim chuckled.

"I've seen how sensitive you are there yesterday, little one... I could make you come like this, couldn't I? I could make you come just from rubbing your nipples while you watch your brother suffer under Elladan's hands..."

"Let him go!" Legolas begged brokenly, "please, anything, I'll do it..."

"But your brother will do anything either," Haldir told him seductively. "Give me a good reason, and I might think about it!"

"Oh, I have an idea," Elladan said maliciously and turned Celeirdúr around, so that he laid on his back. Elladan wrapped one hand around the Sindar's straining erection and stroked it for some seconds until he stopped again to instead play with the leather band he had tightly tied around the base of the swollen shaft. "Your precious brother here, I think he really, really wants release. I did not intend to grant him this, of course, but now... there is a way for you to get me to take this off and leave him be for today."

"Tell me, I'll do anything!" Legolas instantly said.

"I want to see you pleasure him with your pretty little mouth," Elladan smiled.

Legolas paled and slowly shook his head. "He is my *brother*!" he pleaded. "Please! You cannot ask this of me!"

"Oh, but we can, and we do!" Haldir answered. He sounded breathless, and from the hardness which was pressing against Legolas' thigh, it seemed like he liked the idea very much.

"Go on, do it... or we will keep your brother entertained until he can't even scream anymore!" Elladan underlined his threat with another twist of the object inside Celeirdúr, forcing another choked groan.

"No!" the bound prince moaned despite his situation, "No, just... go away, 'lass!"

Legolas sobbed when Haldir forced him forward and pushed him down onto the bed next to Celeirdúr. "Go away..." the prince repeated weakly when Legolas gently touched his cheek, crying silent tears at the pain in his brother's eyes.

"Please don't, please," he begged helplessly, but Haldir only laughed at him and shook his head.

"Look how prettily he has learned to beg... I shall have to ask Glorfindel he he did this, after all, his prideful brother still refuses to beg."

"I will tell you if you tell me what exactly you are doing here," Glorfindel answered with an icy smile and closed the door behind him. "I do not recall allowing you to play with my little prince as well!"

tbc...

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Since the name "Legolas" consists of the words "laeg = green" and "lass = leaf", I decided that a shortened nickname would simply consist of the word "lass" -- I doubt that any elf would ever use a nickname such as 'Leggy' ;-)
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