Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 21/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s, (very light) incest
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

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"Oh, he came to us of his own accord... perhaps you should teach him better," Haldir smirked. "Do not worry, we did not intend to touch him."

"Really," Glorfindel said slowly. "Why is it then that he is on the bed? You should simply have sent him back to me!"

"He did not want to go..."

"Really," Glorfindel repeated with a disbelieving smile. He fixed his eyes on Legolas. "You know that you acted against my orders? I did not allow you to leave my rooms!"

"I had to, my Lord!" Legolas whispered, "Can you not understand that? I did not want to disobey, but I cannot... I cannot just lie in your bed knowing that my brother..." He choked on the words. More tears began to run down his face, blinding him when he helplessly began to tug at the ropes tieing his brother to the bed.

"Don't, just... leave me, 'lass!" Celeirdúr gasped. His chest was heaving with each shallow breath, showing the strength it must cost him not to cry out in pain.

"Now come, Glorfindel, you're spoiling all our fun! Just take your little princeling wih you and leave us to play with *our* prince!" Elladan said with obvious impatience and tugged at the wooden object, only to push it back in hard some seconds later. Celeirdúr tensed, tears springing to his eyes, and Legolas pulled helplessly at Elladan, trying to get him away from his brother, although as Elladan was older and heavier, he did not succeed.

"Stop it!" Legolas sobbed finally, "Do not hurt him, I will do it, I will do it!"

"You will do *what*, roch-neth?" Glorfindel all but growled. "What exactly is going on here, and don't you dare lying to me again, Elladan!"

"Oh, very well..." Elladan sighed and shook his head. "Your little prince here kept telling us he'd do anything if we would just release his brother -- and, well, I wanted to see if that was indeed true."

"And what did you want him to do?" Glorfindel asked, his voice dangerously calm.

"Oh, do not get so angry, we did not want to hurt him... we just wanted to watch him give pleasure to his brother with that sweet, soft mouth of his!"

"I'll do it, I'll do it, just let him be!" Legolas sobbed brokenly, still pushing at Elladan without any success.

"Stop it, Legolas!" Glorfindel ordered sharply, and Legolas immediately obeyed, the shock at Glorfindel's sudden outburst enough to stop his tears for the moment. "And you, take that thing out of Celeirdúr, Elladan!"

He waited until the young Noldo had sullenly obeyed, then continued to glare at the inhabitants of the room.

"I did allow you to play with Celeirdúr, but I think you have just lost this chance. I do not know what gave you the impression that you could keep Legolas here and order him around -- I thought I made itte cte clear that he is mine, and mine alone. I have no lordship over you, Haldir, but Elladan would do well to remember that he isn't yet too old to get spanked if he behaves like a child!"

Elladan opened his mouth to protest but a stern, icy glance from Glorfindel quickly shut him up again.

"And now to you, pen-neth... you disobeyed me."

"Yes, but, please, I didn't mean --"

"Did you, or did you not disobey me?" Glorfindel interrupted him with obvious impatience. Legolas flinched.

"Yes, my Lord."

"So you would agree that you have earned punishment?"

"Yes, my Lord..." Legolas repeated, softer this time.

"Not so long ago you promised me you would do everything I told you -- is that still true?"

"Yes, yes of course!" Legolas swallowed but did not take his eyes from Glorfindel's face. He knew that he would be punished now, and in front of Elladan and Haldir, in front of his brother! But after all, Glorfindel was right, this was his own fault. He would accept the punishment, would not plead and bring even more shame on himself.

"So then, show me that you are still willing to obey -- and make my coming here worthwhile. Kiss your brother," Glorfindel commanded matter-of-factly.

"K-kiss him?" Legolas was surprised, but at the impatient, almost angry nod from Glorfindel, he quickly bent down to where his exhausted brother's head rested on the bed. Carefully he wiped away the tears os chs cheeks and then pressed his mouth to Celeirdúr's bitten lips in a gentle and chaste kiss. His brother did not move, did not even flinch at his touch, but his eyes remained full of despair and hate, despite the shaky smile with which Legolas tried to send him some strength.

"Oh no, hên lend. Not that kind of kiss! Entertain me, entertain *us*... kiss him the way you would kiss me!" Glorfindel ordered with detached amusement at the horror in Legolas' eyes.

"No, please, *please*..."

"Ah, no pleading, little one. Either you do this and I'll end this, or I'll take you back with me and leave your brother to the attentions of those two. It is your decision, but do hurry... there are other things waiting for me."

"No 'lass, don't do it..." Celeirdúr groaned, but Legolas shook his head in silent despair.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into his brother\air,air, "I'm sorry, hate me if you want..." and then he laid one hand against Celeirdúr's cheek, guiding the blood-stained lips to his own. Legolas closed his eyes, trying to flee from the accusation in his brother's gaze. There was no other way than this, no... he would rather earn himself Celeirdúr's never-ending hate than see him suffer. His lips trembled against those of his brother which were hard, resisting, but finally they slackened with a weak sigh and Legolas gently parted them with his tongue. He felt sickened at the thought of what he did, of how pleased Elladan and Haldir must be, but he could see no other way... slowly he pushed his tongue deeper into Celeirdúr's mouth. In vain he tried to block out the unfamiliar taste, tried to tell himself that it was Glorfindel he was kissing, it was not working, not when he could smell the familiar scent of Mirkwood in his brother's hair.

"Yes, that's good, roch-neth..." Glorfindel purred into his ear, his arms coming around him, slipping inside his tunic to tease his sensitive nipples. "Show me how much you want to obey me..."

Legolas was trembling, but he kept exploring his brother's mouth until Celeirdúr wearily sighed into the kiss and began to participate. Legolas had always known that his brother was considered a flirt by the female elves, an agressive lover with irresistible charm -- but he would never have thought that one day he would get to know the truth behind this reputation himself. Celeirdúr's tongue chased his, followed it back into his mouth as he had apparently decided to at least end this quickly if he could not stop it, and Legolas whimpered softly, surprised by the sudden aggressiveness.

"That's it, surrender, little one..." Glorfindel breathed and slipped one hand inside Legolas' leggings to stroke his swollen member. Legolas moaned into the kiss, shuddered, then came all over Glorfindel's hand while gently sucking on his brother's tongue.

Tenderly, Glorfidel pulled him back and let him rest in his arms.

"That was nice, very very nice, cunneth... you have earned your brother's freedom, at least for today," he promised and then cut Celeirdúr free. The Sindar prince was too weak to sit up, but he cradled his hands close to his body, the skin at his wrists red and abrased from his struggles.

"Can you walk?" Glorfindel asked, then sighed when Celeirdúr tried to sit up only to fall back again. He pulled him into his arms despite the weak struggling, then motioned the silently trembling Legolas to follow him.

"What are you doing?" Haldir asked annoyed. "You promised him to us!"

"Yes, and now I'll take him with me, as Legolas did what I asked of him and you both very obviously do not deserve a reward," he hissed with newly kindled anger at the arrogance in Haldir's voice.

"But that is not fair!" Elladan complained.

"Oh, stop whining! You could learn a lesson from your twin -- Elrohir is studying now without causing any problems!"

"Studying!" Elladan snorted. "The fool is drooling over Erestor, has been for years -- although everybody knows that for Erestor sex is almost as repugnant as Thranduil himself!"

"Enough! I do not want to hear your childish squabbling!" Glorfindel said enraged and opened the door only to quickly close it behind him when Legolas had followed him, barricading it shut with a thick wooden bolt before Elladan had the time to realize what he was doing. "We used this when he had to rest because of an illness... no other way to get him to stay in bed," he grinned at Legolas' questioning look. "Now they can entertain each other in there... let's see who of the two will still be alive tomorrow."

tbc...

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roch-neth = colt
pen-neth = young one
hên lend = sweet child
cunneth = princeling
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