Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 22/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s,
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

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Glorfindel put Celeirdúr down on the bed, then rummaged through some drawers until he had found a yellowish ointment and some white cloth. Together with a bowl of warm water he set it down next to the bed, then drew Legolas into his arms who had been silent so far.

"Come, little one, you need to rest," he said gently and pushed Legolas down onto the bed. "You know that you are not supposed to run around so much, you must be terribly exhausted. Rest, I will go and get something to eat for you."

Then he turned to Celeirdúr who had turned to his side and had finally managed to fumble off the thin leather band which had held his organ bound. He groaned, his fingers tensing in the shets while he tried hard not to embarass himself by touching himself while Glorfindel was watching.

"Oh, go ahead, I don't mind," Glorfindel told him airily.

Celeirdúr just smiled, a cold, arrogant smile and got up. "I am not as weak as my brother -- I do not follow every dictate of my body!"

"Even if that is so," Glorfindel answered without showing his anger at this new slight of Legolas, "you would do well to rest, you should look after your wounds and sleep for a while."

"I will not share one bed with him! Haven't you yet seen enough of our *closeness*?"

"Stay on the ground then, I do not care," Glorfindel said angrily. "But if I come back and find out that you have done so much as even looked at him in a way which causes him agitation, you will wish you were still back in Elladan's rooms. Do you understand?"

Celeirdúr snorted. "You of all people are trying to protect my little brother from me... Yes," he then added quickly after Glorfindel took a threatening step closer to him, "I won't harm him, do not worry."

Glorfindel frowned at the insolence in his voice but left nevertheless, leaving Legolas alone with his brother.

The youth swallowed nervously and finally dared to shyly glance at his brother. "Are you... angry with me?" he ventured softly. "I understand if you are... I am sorry."

Celeirdúr shook his head and sighed, half amused, half angry. "Because of what you did to free me? No, 'lass, do not worry, I will survive it, I am sure..."

"I just wanted... you... I am not..."

"Do not worry," Celeirdúr repeated, and this time the amusement won over the anger. "You are very young and he knows how to play you. Do not feel ashamed for the pleasure that was forced on you."

"Do you not want to share my bed? You are hurt, and it is cold on the ground..."

"No, I am fine."

"So you will never forgive me?"

Celeirdúr snorted. "No, 'lass, there are some things I just cannot forgive... you surrender to him willingly, I have seen it. You enjoy it when he touches you, don't you?"

"And what if I do?" Legolas said, his anger finally winning against his shame. "I am *alone* and he is the only one I have left! The only one in all of Middle-Earth who cares whether I live or die... perhaps this seems pathetic to you, but I do not want to lose him, he is all I have."

"And this is what father as a king of our people will never be able to forgive. To depend on a Noldo like this, of your own free will..." Celeirdúr shook his head, his voice tired. "It is enough, I do not want to argue with you. Stay in your bed and let him pamper you, I will tend to my own wounds here."

Legolas lowered his gaze. "If I am so disgusting to you, I will leave the bed to you... you are in pain, lie down." He got up and sat down on a chair, wrapping one arm protectively around his belly. Apparently his child had not liked all the disturbing events today, for he could feel its movement inside himself. He groaned softly at a particularly hard kick, gently rubbed his belly to calm his child, but it was no use. He sighed wearily, shook his head. Not much longer... one month, two months perhaps, Elrond had said. He was growing so exhausted and Glorfindel had been worrying so much because he still could not eat much... he would be happy once it was over, very happy, and he could only hope that Glorfindel would not make good on his promise to make him bear more of his heirs -- at least not immediately.

"Legolas? Is everything right with you?" his brother asked with a slight frown on his face. "Are you in pain?"

Wearily, Legolas shook his head. "Nay, I am just tired, and my child is moving so much... it will become a proud warrior, I think." He smiled dreamily as he tried to imagine what it would be like to have a child of his own. Then he sighed again at another kick. "I wish it would settle down, though -- it doesn't let me rest."

Celeirdúr glanced at him, his indecision clearly visible in the way he opened his mouth and then closed it again. Finally he shook his head. "This is folly. You are weary, lie down. This bed is big enough for both of us, it would be big enough for six!"

Legolas raised his eyes at these unexpected words, his hurt pride at being rejected and his exhaustion warring within him -- and finally exhaustion won. As comfortable as that chair was, it could not be compared to a soft bed. And furthermore, Glorfindel would be angry with him if he found out that he had not rested like he had ordered...

The thought of once again earning himself Glorfindel's anger finally made him get up gingerly and lie down on the bed, careful to keep us much distance to the body of his brother as possible. He was tense, did not know if his brother really had finally decided to stop his agression towards him or if it would start anew once he was rested... but he did not care now. All that mattered was that he could relax, and that his child seemed to have fallen back asleep finally. With a small smile he rested one hand on his swollen belly, silently wishing his child a peaceful and undisturbed sleep. When he felt his brother's body close to him all of a sudden, he flinched. He turned his head, expecting more accusations and derision, but there was a strange light in his brother's eyes.

"May I?" Celeirdúr asked, surprising his brother yet again. After Legolas' somewhat baffled nod, he carefully reached out to touch Legolas' belly. "Can I see it?"

"Of course..." Legolas said, but the shakiness of his voice somehow belied those words. With trembling fingers he opened his tunic and pulled it away, baring the swell of his belly to Celeirdúr's curious touch.

"It is strange to see you with child..." Celeirdúr mused, running his fingers up and down the rounded belly. "And you are still so young yourself..." Wordlessly, Legolas took one of his brother's hands and pressed it against the side of his belly. He smiled happily when Celeirdúr's eyes widened. "Is that..."

Legolas nodded. "Yes, isn't it wonderful?"

Celeirdúr sighed and shook his head, one of his hands gently combing through Legolas' hair. "And still, you shouldn't have to suffer through this..."

"Hush, let us not talk about this again. Rest, I know you must be tired," Legolas said, and he was so tired himself that he couldn't surpress a small yawn. Celeirdúr's smile was both sad and full of tenderness as he kept his hand on Legolas' belly, feeling the light movements inside him while he fell asleep.

tbc...