The Dark Star of Gondolin
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Chapter 15
Title: The Dark Star of Gondolin
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 15/?
Pairings: Durel/Glorfindel, Durel/Turgon implied
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel prays.
A/N: Durel is approximately equal in age to a 17 year old human. This is an excerpt from Durel’s journal.
My Lord did not leave me for one moment in the following days of my recovery. He insisted on being the one to care for me in every way. He fed me, bathed me, and cared for my wounds.
He made love to me.
It seemed as if we could not let go of one another for but a moment or the world would tilt on its axis and we would fall into the void of space. His lips were always on mine, his length within me, our love so thick we could feel it sliding over our skin like the thick pile of expensive velvet. I lost track of how many times he took me. It felt like I was insatiable. My Lord would soften within me but I would already be working back into a frenzy, driving him to claim me as his again. I felt drowned by him. His love, his body, his seed. It was perfect.
Adapting to our bond was odd and rather disconcerting at first. I had expected the joining of souls to be more of a cataclysmic event. However, the bond was like the rising of the tide. It crept in slowly, gently over the course of several days until it softly drowned us. I could feel Glorfindel always in my mind. He could affect my body as surely as I could ever affect his with all my skill and power as a Courtesan.
Five weeks it lasted. It took that long for me to be able to move without pain and for the worst of the bruising to become mere shadows along my skin.
And then, I was sick.
The morning had started normally enough according to our new routine. I awoke curled in Glorfindel’s arms, he roused with me and wasted no time in ravishing me. Warm, content, and now very sticky I decided to move to the bathroom and clean up. The second I stood, a horrible nausea overwhelmed me. I rushed into the bathroom just in time to vomit into something rather than on the floor. I heaved forever, and only once did I pause when I felt Glorfindel pull my hair back from my face. I sat panting afterward, my head hanging and body curved over the toilet with my arms wrapped around myself. I shivered from the drain on my already weak body. Glorfindel cleaned my face with a cool cloth, and I turned to look at his face.
He was crying.
His large hands cupped my cheeks, thumbs rubbing circles on my chin and lips. “It’s the Sickness again, isn’t it? You’re fading,” his voice was desperate and despairing.
I smiled. It was small and shaky, but a true, real smile none-the-less. “No, my Lord. I do not fade before your eyes again. It is nothing so foul.”
His brow furrowed in confusion, but some of the sorrow faded from his eyes. “Then…what…?”
I took one of his hands from my face and brought it to my belly. “I carry your child.”
********((Next Entry))********
The household of the Golden Flower was in an uproar.
From my hide-out in the bedroom, I could hear the screaming from several doors down. Glorfindel, his mother, and his father had been arguing enthusiastically for the better part of the evening. The senior Lord of the Golden Flower had never before graced Glorfindel’s estate, and I am eternally grateful that I never had the pleasure of the old bastard’s presence before.
Servants scurried quietly in the corridors trying to make themselves as unobtrusive as possible. I lay resting on the bed, bundled in the covers as tightly as I could wrap them around myself. I was trying to sleep, but the sound of my Lord’s voice raised in anger was enough to keep me awake.
All for a child that was yet too small to even make my abdomen curve.
As I thought about it now I realized that Glorfindel and I had been terribly careless. I hadn’t been taking the medication to prevent pregnancy. I didn’t even think about it, focusing more on healing and being with Glorfindel. I cannot believe I was so remiss, but I also cannot say that I am not glad.
I finally held Glorfindel’s child within the warm cradle of my womb. A flush of sweet happiness took me over at the thought. I carried the living proof of our love safe within me. And, after a thorough check over by Arene, both the baby and I were pronounced healthy. I was, however, berated as being much too thin and weak such that I was strictly ordered to eat more often and rest frequently.
The door slamming open startled me, and I sat up to watch Glorfindel storm into the room and slam the door behind him.
It did no good, for it was immediately banged open by his father moments later.
“How dare you walk away from me you worthless ungrateful brat!”
“I am through speaking with you.”
“You will listen to me, and you will do as I say.”
“I will do as I damn well please!”
“You would make that bastard child of a slum rat your heir!”
“You have no say in the affairs of my estate. I made sure of that in the contracts you signed years ago, or is your decrepit brain unable to remember that far back?”
“This has nothing to do with the estate, but it has everything to do with the honor of our family.”
Glorfindel’s mother silently slipped in through the still open door. She slid along the wall to the bed and sat on the edge. She reached for me, brushing my hair from my face and smiling. “You will make me a beautiful grandbaby, little one,” she whispered.
The older Lord swung around to face his wife. “Get away from that disgusting whore.”
The cold look the beautiful Lady leveled at her husband made me shiver where I cowered under the blankets. “He is no more disgusting than those young concubines you bring home when you tire of the older ones. I don’t know what you expected, my husband. Children learn from their parents, and from the example you have set I’m surprised our son hasn’t bed half of Gondolin by now. How many illegitimate children do you have running around the city?”
“That has no bearing on this situation. I am not claiming any street urchin as my heir.”
“Get out of my home,” Glorfindel snarled.
The elder Lord advanced on me with a look that frightened me down to my marrow. Glorfindel intercepted him, grasping his father by the shoulders and pushing him backward. There was a moment of incredulity from elder, and his face twisted into disbelieving glare. “You dare lay your hands on me?”
Glorfindel raised his head, tall, proud, and unrelenting. “I’ll do more than that if you don’t leave my home immediately.”
The two lords stared at each other for several moments, and it struck me how much they looked like each other. I sent a prayer to the Valar that Glorfindel only inherited his father looks, and not his cold-hearted personality. The elder turned heel and left, slamming the door to the bedroom behind him.
Glorfindel heaved a sigh of relief and almost collapsed onto the chair by the bed, and he lay his head back in exhaustion.
All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and sigh deeply.
I knew this wouldn’t be the last of the derogatory comments or displeasure.
My head was already throbbing.
********((Next Entry))********
I walked through the gardens of the Golden Flower estate. My bare feet softly padded through the thick grasses. It was quiet here, the noise of the city diminished by the high stone walls and massive trees. I stopped beneath one of those trees and knelt at the base.
In front of me were three little stones arranged in a semi-circle. They were dappled with the golden light of the sun filtering through the glowing green leaves of the soaring tree. On each perfectly rounded stone was a name as well as a prayer.
Glorfindel had these made for me. Headstones. One for each child that I lost.
It had been hard to decide on names. Glorfindel had helped, suggesting many names that were all beautiful in their own way. I decided on three, two for the children that were lost during my time at the Sweet Honeysuckle and one for the child that I lost my first days in Glorfindel’s house. My plea for prayers for my lost child had prompted my Lord to inscribe beautiful hymns on the stones. The prayers were lovely, and I remembered one from the night I lost my last child and Glorfindel sang the hours away.
I unraveled the ribbon from the flowers I carried and placed one of the perfect roses on each stone. I knew the prayers myself now, the ones that I had pled Glorfindel to say for me before. Still kneeling, I bowed deeply with my hands clasped perfectly in front me while I chanted the old prayers.
I prayed for the safe keeping of my lost babies in the arms of the Valar. I prayed for Glorfindel to be with me always. I prayed for the baby within me to be born healthy and happy and safe.
Caressing the stones, wishing I could be caressing the cheeks of bright eyed younglings, I leaned forward and kissed each one. I would always love them, even though I never met them. I only ever held one, the last one after it had passed from my body. Even in the feverish daze I had been in at the time, I had begged to hold the babe.
He had been so small, barely big enough to fill my hands.
The other two…I don’t even want to recall. It had been too terrible to live through, let alone dwell upon.
I placed my hands over my abdomen and sent one last, desperate plea to the heavens.
Please, please let this one live.
TBC…
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 15/?
Pairings: Durel/Glorfindel, Durel/Turgon implied
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel prays.
A/N: Durel is approximately equal in age to a 17 year old human. This is an excerpt from Durel’s journal.
My Lord did not leave me for one moment in the following days of my recovery. He insisted on being the one to care for me in every way. He fed me, bathed me, and cared for my wounds.
He made love to me.
It seemed as if we could not let go of one another for but a moment or the world would tilt on its axis and we would fall into the void of space. His lips were always on mine, his length within me, our love so thick we could feel it sliding over our skin like the thick pile of expensive velvet. I lost track of how many times he took me. It felt like I was insatiable. My Lord would soften within me but I would already be working back into a frenzy, driving him to claim me as his again. I felt drowned by him. His love, his body, his seed. It was perfect.
Adapting to our bond was odd and rather disconcerting at first. I had expected the joining of souls to be more of a cataclysmic event. However, the bond was like the rising of the tide. It crept in slowly, gently over the course of several days until it softly drowned us. I could feel Glorfindel always in my mind. He could affect my body as surely as I could ever affect his with all my skill and power as a Courtesan.
Five weeks it lasted. It took that long for me to be able to move without pain and for the worst of the bruising to become mere shadows along my skin.
And then, I was sick.
The morning had started normally enough according to our new routine. I awoke curled in Glorfindel’s arms, he roused with me and wasted no time in ravishing me. Warm, content, and now very sticky I decided to move to the bathroom and clean up. The second I stood, a horrible nausea overwhelmed me. I rushed into the bathroom just in time to vomit into something rather than on the floor. I heaved forever, and only once did I pause when I felt Glorfindel pull my hair back from my face. I sat panting afterward, my head hanging and body curved over the toilet with my arms wrapped around myself. I shivered from the drain on my already weak body. Glorfindel cleaned my face with a cool cloth, and I turned to look at his face.
He was crying.
His large hands cupped my cheeks, thumbs rubbing circles on my chin and lips. “It’s the Sickness again, isn’t it? You’re fading,” his voice was desperate and despairing.
I smiled. It was small and shaky, but a true, real smile none-the-less. “No, my Lord. I do not fade before your eyes again. It is nothing so foul.”
His brow furrowed in confusion, but some of the sorrow faded from his eyes. “Then…what…?”
I took one of his hands from my face and brought it to my belly. “I carry your child.”
********((Next Entry))********
The household of the Golden Flower was in an uproar.
From my hide-out in the bedroom, I could hear the screaming from several doors down. Glorfindel, his mother, and his father had been arguing enthusiastically for the better part of the evening. The senior Lord of the Golden Flower had never before graced Glorfindel’s estate, and I am eternally grateful that I never had the pleasure of the old bastard’s presence before.
Servants scurried quietly in the corridors trying to make themselves as unobtrusive as possible. I lay resting on the bed, bundled in the covers as tightly as I could wrap them around myself. I was trying to sleep, but the sound of my Lord’s voice raised in anger was enough to keep me awake.
All for a child that was yet too small to even make my abdomen curve.
As I thought about it now I realized that Glorfindel and I had been terribly careless. I hadn’t been taking the medication to prevent pregnancy. I didn’t even think about it, focusing more on healing and being with Glorfindel. I cannot believe I was so remiss, but I also cannot say that I am not glad.
I finally held Glorfindel’s child within the warm cradle of my womb. A flush of sweet happiness took me over at the thought. I carried the living proof of our love safe within me. And, after a thorough check over by Arene, both the baby and I were pronounced healthy. I was, however, berated as being much too thin and weak such that I was strictly ordered to eat more often and rest frequently.
The door slamming open startled me, and I sat up to watch Glorfindel storm into the room and slam the door behind him.
It did no good, for it was immediately banged open by his father moments later.
“How dare you walk away from me you worthless ungrateful brat!”
“I am through speaking with you.”
“You will listen to me, and you will do as I say.”
“I will do as I damn well please!”
“You would make that bastard child of a slum rat your heir!”
“You have no say in the affairs of my estate. I made sure of that in the contracts you signed years ago, or is your decrepit brain unable to remember that far back?”
“This has nothing to do with the estate, but it has everything to do with the honor of our family.”
Glorfindel’s mother silently slipped in through the still open door. She slid along the wall to the bed and sat on the edge. She reached for me, brushing my hair from my face and smiling. “You will make me a beautiful grandbaby, little one,” she whispered.
The older Lord swung around to face his wife. “Get away from that disgusting whore.”
The cold look the beautiful Lady leveled at her husband made me shiver where I cowered under the blankets. “He is no more disgusting than those young concubines you bring home when you tire of the older ones. I don’t know what you expected, my husband. Children learn from their parents, and from the example you have set I’m surprised our son hasn’t bed half of Gondolin by now. How many illegitimate children do you have running around the city?”
“That has no bearing on this situation. I am not claiming any street urchin as my heir.”
“Get out of my home,” Glorfindel snarled.
The elder Lord advanced on me with a look that frightened me down to my marrow. Glorfindel intercepted him, grasping his father by the shoulders and pushing him backward. There was a moment of incredulity from elder, and his face twisted into disbelieving glare. “You dare lay your hands on me?”
Glorfindel raised his head, tall, proud, and unrelenting. “I’ll do more than that if you don’t leave my home immediately.”
The two lords stared at each other for several moments, and it struck me how much they looked like each other. I sent a prayer to the Valar that Glorfindel only inherited his father looks, and not his cold-hearted personality. The elder turned heel and left, slamming the door to the bedroom behind him.
Glorfindel heaved a sigh of relief and almost collapsed onto the chair by the bed, and he lay his head back in exhaustion.
All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and sigh deeply.
I knew this wouldn’t be the last of the derogatory comments or displeasure.
My head was already throbbing.
********((Next Entry))********
I walked through the gardens of the Golden Flower estate. My bare feet softly padded through the thick grasses. It was quiet here, the noise of the city diminished by the high stone walls and massive trees. I stopped beneath one of those trees and knelt at the base.
In front of me were three little stones arranged in a semi-circle. They were dappled with the golden light of the sun filtering through the glowing green leaves of the soaring tree. On each perfectly rounded stone was a name as well as a prayer.
Glorfindel had these made for me. Headstones. One for each child that I lost.
It had been hard to decide on names. Glorfindel had helped, suggesting many names that were all beautiful in their own way. I decided on three, two for the children that were lost during my time at the Sweet Honeysuckle and one for the child that I lost my first days in Glorfindel’s house. My plea for prayers for my lost child had prompted my Lord to inscribe beautiful hymns on the stones. The prayers were lovely, and I remembered one from the night I lost my last child and Glorfindel sang the hours away.
I unraveled the ribbon from the flowers I carried and placed one of the perfect roses on each stone. I knew the prayers myself now, the ones that I had pled Glorfindel to say for me before. Still kneeling, I bowed deeply with my hands clasped perfectly in front me while I chanted the old prayers.
I prayed for the safe keeping of my lost babies in the arms of the Valar. I prayed for Glorfindel to be with me always. I prayed for the baby within me to be born healthy and happy and safe.
Caressing the stones, wishing I could be caressing the cheeks of bright eyed younglings, I leaned forward and kissed each one. I would always love them, even though I never met them. I only ever held one, the last one after it had passed from my body. Even in the feverish daze I had been in at the time, I had begged to hold the babe.
He had been so small, barely big enough to fill my hands.
The other two…I don’t even want to recall. It had been too terrible to live through, let alone dwell upon.
I placed my hands over my abdomen and sent one last, desperate plea to the heavens.
Please, please let this one live.
TBC…