Pen-Estel

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Chapter Sixteen

At first he kept his gaze down to the floor, as usual, but when Elrond took his hand he looked up and around him, trying not to feel daunted and intimidated. What he saw did surprise him. Oh, there were a few glances his way, and Erestor still glared, but it wasn’t so fearsome as he had always imagined. In fact, most of the elves seated at the table paid no attention to him whatsoever, involved instead in talking to their friends before the food arrived. He didn’t quite dare to meet Erestor’s disapproval, which he could almost feel, but that didn’t matter. Glorfindel was here too, and when he smiled… Legolas smiled back happily, forgetting everyone else entirely as he and Elrond took their place. He found himself seated next to his Lord on one side, and Elrond on the other, and he found himself looking into Glorfindel’s eyes without caring what anyone else thought.

His Lord grinned wickedly. “Are you hungry, roch neth?” he asked quietly, as if to humiliate him, and Legolas almost succumbed to it when he heard the giggling – but then looked around deliberately. Instead of finding someone laughing at him, he realised that the giggle was in response to a joke that someone else had made further down the table. It didn’t have anything to do with him. Legolas looked back at Glorfindel, and smiled.

Leaning in close, he whispered suggestively: “I can’t wait for the morning, my Lord.” Glorfindel’s surprise was almost comical, and Legolas laughed inwardly as he pulled away, daring to glance and smile secretly at Elrond too. This was different! But then he finally met Erestor’s eyes, and this new, more comfortable world almost came crashing down. Little whore Prince the heated scorn said. Legolas swallowed. He felt Elrond taking his hand beneath the table cloth, and thanked him silently with a little squeeze. Erestor wasn’t right! You know nothing, he thought back, silently, and although Erestor didn’t falter, he at last looked away.

After this, dinner was a far more cheerful affair for Legolas – and that not only because he had suddenly realised that he was not being mocked and insulted by everyone at the table. Instead, now that he had finally found the courage to look up, he could also look at Elrond and Glorfindel whenever he wanted, and for the first time he saw how often they in turn looked at him and smiled, which made him feel warm all over, and loved.

And now that he was no longer trying to be invisible, they no longer ignored him either. They talked to him now, and while it might not yet be the carefree conversations of the other elves at the table, it was enough to make Legolas happy. He felt so grateful, so full of love for these two Lords who had given him so much, that once he even laughed at one of Glorfindel’s more outrageous comments, and did not care at all when Erestor glowered at him.

Seated as he was between Glorfindel and Elrond, he felt protected and safe, and although he knew that this new-found courage would probably leave him as soon as he met those elves without one of his protectors around, he was far too content at this moment to think about it.

There were so many little things that showed him that both of them cared about him: the small strawberry cakes that were for dessert, which Legolas loved, where Elrond made sure that there was an extra one for Legolas; or Glorfindel who sent a servant to get a bottle of Legolas’ favourite juice as soon as he realised that the youth did not touch his glass of the heavy, dark vintage they had all been poured. There were so many of these small signs, and Legolas sighed happily when he realised that all the gathered elves could see that he was indeed not treated like a whore, but like a lover.

When they were finished with the meal, both Elrond and Glorfindel showed no signs of wanting to retire just yet. Both had been poured another glass of wine, and Elrond had been drawn into a conversation with Erestor and another advisor. But almost as if to make up for the fact that Legolas did not have his full attention right now, he again took the hand of the youth to gently squeeze it under the table, and Legolas smiled. Then he got another idea, a little more wicked, when he saw that Glorfindel was talking with his neighbour too. He rested his other hand on Glorfindel’s thigh, as if he were asking to hold his hand as well, but when Glorfindel reached for him, he eschewed it to instead put his hand right into Glorfindel’s lap, appreciatively feeling the large bulge there twitch and grow warmer and harder.

“My Lord,” he said with an innocent smile, his heart beating fast at his own daring, “we have such beautiful weather at the moment... Will you take me out for a ride tomorrow?”

Glorfindel was looking at him, and for a moment the Lord stopped breathing, before there was a flash of something in his eyes. Legolas licked his lips when he recognised he had challenged Glorfindel somehow. He almost gasped when Glorfindel’s hand came to rest heavily over his, so that he couldn’t move it, even if he wanted to.

“Yes, of course,” Glorfindel said thoughtfully, with a little smirk. “I think I could take you out in the sunshine.” There was an innuendo in his words that was clear to Legolas. …you have always rather enjoyed it to be claimed in the sunshine… He recalled Glorfindel words from another time clearly, and when Glorfindel moved his hand slightly, as if to make sure Legolas felt how hard he was, Legolas finally did gasp. “It will be a pleasure,” Glorfindel said with a smile that suggested he was taking just as much pleasure from this.

“But Gîl,” he went to say, as if deliberating. Then his voice turned darker. “He will have to spend some time with the nurse again, won’t he… roch neth?” Legolas was caught by the intense look in Glorfindel’s eyes, remembering now not just the Lord’s earlier words, but also how Gîl had been left to the nurse’s care then… and why.

“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas almost whispered the words, and it wasn’t until he felt Elrond squeeze him again that he realised he had been letting his hand flutter nervously in Elrond’s grip while he spoke with Glorfindel. At last his Lord laughed and grasped Legolas’ hand to raise it to his lips and kiss it. When he let go, Legolas snatched his hand back quickly, but he wasn’t really afraid. It was just too much to endure at the dinner table.

Rather ruefully, he reflected that it would be a while before Glorfindel didn’t win… if ever, and he decided then and there that he should only attempt to tease Glorfindel when he wanted to lose. He grinned at himself then, and wondered if there would ever be a time when he wanted to win.

Dinner was over now, and many had already left the table. Glorfindel too, eventually excused himself and left, gifting Legolas with a quick, chaste kiss, until there were only a few left, among them were him, Elrond, and the advisors he was still deep in discussion with. With a shock he realised that he hadn’t felt the nausea at all this time, and that he had managed an entire meal. Perhaps his body was better equipped to handle pregnancy now. Or perhaps it needed all the nourishment it could get, he thought, when he remembered how both Glorfindel and Elrond seemed to enjoy teasing him by taking his milk. That thought made him blush, and he looked down, suddenly realising that although dinner had been a better experience, it had taken a lot out of him to be so deliberately fearless.

Elrond did not make him wait for long now. After a few more minutes, the Lord rose, and Legolas with him, glad that the dinner was over although it had, in parts, even been enjoyable. Still, Legolas found that he was tired now, and he looked forward to being alone with the Lord again. It was easier to not have to think all the time about what he was saying or doing... And of course, being alone with Elrond was also always rewarding in other ways.

Legolas sighed longingly, already hungry again – although he hungered for different things now. He remembered how Glorfindel had felt, so huge and hard and ready for him, and then he thought about touching Elrond that way. Oh, he would stroke him with his hands, and then tease him with his mouth, so that the Lord’s shaft would be hard and glistening with his own saliva...

Legolas almost whimpered when he realised that he was hard himself now, and they still were a long way from Elrond’s rooms.

“Is something the matter, Legolas? You look... flushed,” Elrond inquired curiously, and now Legolas moaned and closed his eyes when he grew even harder, his swollen length squeezed uncomfortably by the confines of his leggings.

“It is nothing, my Lord,” Legolas said, trying not to pant. “I was just... thinking...”

“About what?” Elrond asked, and Legolas whimpered when the Lord studied the front of his robes with an amused look.

“About... about... about how I want to take you into my mouth and suck on you,” Legolas gasped, throwing all caution to the wind as he pressed himself against Elrond in the empty corridor. “I want to serve you with my mouth until you let me taste your essence, and then I want to pleasure you until you are hard again...” Legolas swallowed and tried to suppress a moan when Elrond reached down to squeeze him through the fabric of his robe. The Lord laughed softly when he found a damp spot where the fluid of the youth’s arousal had soaked through, and kept fondling him until Legolas truly began to moan.

“And what gave you such interesting thoughts, Legolas?“ Elrond asked in a completely detached manner, although he kept massaging the youth through his robe.

Legolas whimpered helplessly, then cried out when Elrond squeezed around the sensitive head of his erection. “I... Because I felt Glorfindel during dinner, beneath the table,” he gasped, “and he was so hard... I want... I need... Oh please!”

“I see.” And suddenly Legolas felt himself slammed against the nearest wall. The shock took his breath away, and yet he scanned the corridor anxiously to make sure they were all alone. They were. Elrond’s lips met his immediately, and it was the most hungry, passionate, reckless kiss he had ever known.

Soon, however, he found himself held easily against the wall. Elrond had trapped his arms above his head, and however much he leaned towards the Lord, he couldn’t press himself against Elrond’s body. What was making him behave like this? Was it the wonderful freedom he had found at dinner? Or was it the pregnancy? Perhaps it was only Elrond and Glorfindel… between them they could drive him insane.

“When you are with me, you think of Glorfindel,” Elrond stated calmly, and Legolas fell still in dread that he had hurt Elrond in some way.

“No, my Lord!” he protested, but when he looked into Elrond’s eyes he almost smiled, because this was just another game. Now Elrond moved closer, so that their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Legolas moaned as he felt the Lord grind against him.

“So…” he began throatily. “Nothing I do reminds you of Glorfindel?” Legolas closed his eyes.

“No, my Lord!” he gasped. “Nothing, I promise!” Elrond laughed, and it was such a deep, sensual sound that it did indeed remind Legolas of Glorfindel.

“Nothing,” Elrond purred, unmistakably teasing; now sounding so close to the way Glorfindel spoke that Legolas whimpered. His need was such that he almost forgot where they were – but Elrond reminded him. “Even if I was to ravish you here, in this public place – because I can – because you are mine… That wouldn’t remind you of Glorfindel now would it?” Legolas took such short panting breaths he began to feel dizzy, as Elrond interspersed his words with little kisses and licks to his throat, his ears and his lips.

“No…” he managed to moan at last, and Elrond laughed again.

“Do you need me?” he asked then, and Legolas tried to press closer, to show the Lord how much he did need. “Then beg, Legolas. Beg me to take you here.” At last he half-opened his eyes, and there was a terrible danger in what they were doing, because they could be disturbed at any moment. It lent his desire even more urgency, and before he quite knew what he was doing, he was doing what Elrond wanted.

“Please, my Lord. Please, take me…” he pleaded desperately, whimpering in lust when Elrond began caressing him again so that he felt he would explode if there wasn’t a resolution soon. “I am yours,” he vowed. “Make me know it.”

Elrond leaned in again, to place featherlight kisses over the rim of his ear, and Legolas shuddered, so close to orgasm now it was almost uncontainable. “Roch neth,” Elrond whispered wickedly, and then covered Legolas’ mouth with one hand as he cried out, finding release at only those words.

Boneless and completely exhausted, Legolas fell forward, only held up by Elrond’s embrace now. He panted into Elrond’s shoulder, then swallowed and sighed, feeling as if he could fall asleep like this.

“My Lord...” he sighed, but then did not know how to continue. There was nothing he could say... how could he put into words what Elrond had just done to him?

“Speechless?” Elrond said and laughed. “I like that... Especially if it means that we have actually a chance to make it back to my rooms before I have to strip you and tie you up and take you so hard that you will be hoarse for days from all the screaming you will do.”

Legolas shivered, his eyes widening at the threat. “I.... My Lord, I...”

“Hush, little one – did you think you could just tease me like that?” Elrond asked sternly, but Legolas could see amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“I... No,” Legolas sighed in helpless arousal. “I am sorry, my Lord. I promise that I did not want to tease! I will do everything I promised... Anything you want me to do, my Lord! I swear it!”

“Ah, but what if I had wanted to take you in a place like this?” Elrond asked, then laughed when Legolas began to tremble. “Do not worry,” the Lord said more kindly, “I would not do that... I do not particularly care about being watched while I have my way with you. I would much rather have you back in my rooms for that – or at least in some abandoned corner in the gardens or the forest, where nobody would find us.”

Legolas swallowed. “I... Glorfindel once did that,” he admitted hesitantly. “He made... I... Erestor saw me.” He lowered his head, his face flushed with shame. “It was so embarrassing, but I still wanted Glorfindel, even though I felt so ashamed... It made me feel like I was not worth his consideration.”

Elrond gently pressed a kiss to Legolas’ head, stroking his back to soothe him. “But that was a long time ago, I believe, and you must have realised that Glorfindel’s feelings for you have changed. He would not do that now – I do not think that he would want to hurt you so again. I am certain that, after Gîl, you are the one he cares about most...”

“Do you truly think so?” Legolas asked, his heart growing lighter at Elrond’s reassurance. “Oh!” he then exclaimed, for the first time realising that Elrond had been left quite unsatisfied. “I am sorry, my Lord! You must be aching for release!” He brushed his hand over the front of Elrond’s robes, smiling coyly when he could feel that Elrond had been indeed left hard and unsatisfied by their play.

“Let us return to your rooms then, my Lord...” he whispered, feeling playful once more. “I want to serve you with my mouth, like I promised!”

Elrond’s groan was all he could have wished for, and he giggled when he was marched so quickly back to the Lord’s rooms that they were almost running. But he allowed Elrond to pull on his hand, breathless and excited at the thought of what he was going to do once there.

As soon as they were both inside he pushed Elrond back against the closed door, feeling for the first time as though he could direct what was happening. It was a rush that he had never experienced, and he fell to his knees quickly, with only one intention. As he worked to free Elrond’s hardness from his robes, he smiled when he heard Elrond groan above him, and remembered all the teasing he had endured at Elrond’s hands for himself. A wicked thought came to him then, and he almost laughed.

When the Lord was free to be touched, and licked, and sucked… and teased – he paused. He curled his fingers around the hard shaft carefully and just stroked once up and down, sighing deeply when he heard Elrond moan. Then, uncurling his fingers, he brought his face closer, until he felt Elrond’s erection against the soft skin of his cheek, held in place by his hand. From that position, he looked up, eyes half-closed, hoping that it would work. It did. Elrond actually whimpered, and his hands came out to cradle Legolas’ head as if to demand something.

Laughing lightly, but without malice, Legolas pulled his head back. “Oh, no, you don’t!” he teased. “This time, we will do it my way.” Elrond narrowed his eyes. “Hands down, against the door,” Legolas said boldly, feeling more than a little evil, but incredibly, Elrond relented and closed his eyes as if to block out the sight of Legolas kneeling before him.

Satisfied with that, Legolas gifted Elrond with a kiss… and then another. And then a kiss with just the merest suggestion of a tongue. And then a lick, after which he looked up again and smiled. “Open your eyes, my Lord,” Legolas suggested, and when Elrond looked at him, he put out his tongue to flicker it delicately against the head of Elrond’s erection as a reward.

“Legolas!” Elrond gasped, his eyes so dark and cloudy that he looked drugged. He smiled mischievously against the Lord’s thick length.

“Keep watching,” he advised, and then took Elrond into his mouth in a sudden move that elicited a moan from above that was almost a shout. He could feel the shaft pulsing in his mouth already, and he knew that it was just as erotic for Elrond as it was for him. Remembering how it felt to be restrained, he leaned forward with all his weight, putting out his hands now to encircle Elrond’s wrists, as if to hold them to the door.

Slowly, he began to use the strength in his arms to push himself back and forth, keeping his lips tightly sealed over the flesh as his mouth moved up and down, taking the Lord slow and deep, imprisoning his wrists at the same time with his weight. He rubbed his tongue sensuously against Elrond’s shaft; pleased when he heard furious whispers that meant the Lord was trying to hold back. But he couldn’t, and Legolas knew it. He could feel it, because Elrond became larger and harder in his mouth, slipping down his throat as he relaxed deliberately at the end of each slow press downwards.

Closer and closer, and after a few minutes, when the whispers from above him had died down into gentle moans and whispered pleading, Legolas wondered if Elrond had sneakily closed his eyes. At the end of the next upward movement, he looked up again, and found Elrond still staring at him. Now! And he moved down quickly as he felt Elrond tensing in preparation.

With a moan of appreciation, Legolas swallowed all Elrond had to give, his own shaft aching in need yet again when the salty taste of the Lord’s release flooded his tongue.

He kept Elrond in his mouth a while longer, gently licking and sucking until he had completely softened, and simply enjoyed the feeling of holding Elrond pressed against the door with his weight.

“You taste good,” he finally sighed when he drew back, smiling up at Elrond and licking his lips, until Elrond weakly groaned and closed his eyes.

Legolas almost laughed, giddy with this new feeling of holding power. It was no wonder that they enjoyed it so to tease him, if it felt like this!

“Did you like that?” he purred, again pressing his cheek to Elrond’s length to smile up at him from his position on his knees. “I did – I like how you feel in my mouth, so hard, so big...”

Elrond groaned again when Legolas smiled mischievously and then pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his shaft, before he regretfully got up.

Even if his words had been primarily meant to tease Elrond, they were nevertheless true – he had enjoyed it. How could he not enjoy it to give the Lord such pleasure... especially if for once it was he who set the rules?

Legolas smiled at Elrond, who still looked a little shaken by the ferocity of their encounter, and then suddenly he found himself wondering if maybe, one day, Elrond would let him...

Legolas swallowed, his hard length chafing against the already soiled fabric of his robes. He had never fantasised about it with Glorfindel, because he knew that it would never come true, but Elrond... Elrond treated him like an equal, even in his bed – like a lover.

And what they had done just now had showed him that maybe, Elrond was just waiting for him to take the initiative, would give him what he wanted if only he would dare to ask for it...

Legolas moaned and pressed his hand against his aching flesh, then winced in disgust at the drying seed he could feel there.

Elrond had his eyes closed, but at the sound of Legolas’ moan they opened. He grinned in a somewhat predatory way, and all thoughts of perhaps one day taking the Lord fled from his mind. He began to back away.

“I think we should get you out of those clothes, Legolas,” Elrond said, innocently enough, but there was laughter in his voice, and even though he knew he wasn’t frightened, Legolas began to feel a familiar nervousness.

Licking his lips, he retreated around the other side of Elrond’s desk, so that the wood was between them. Without meaning to, his gaze flickered back at the bed, at the ties that were waiting there.

“I, don’t…” Legolas shook his head slowly. “Not again!” He didn’t think he could stand it.

Suddenly the Lord dodged around to grab at him, and Legolas almost screamed before trying to escape Elrond’s clutches. It was just what the Lord had hoped for, of course, and within seconds he held a struggling, giggling and excited Legolas in his arms.

“Please don’t, my Lord,” he protested futilely as the Lord began to undress him. Even as he pleaded, it occurred to him that he enjoyed doing it, and he groaned aloud in embarrassment and hopelessness when it occurred to him that Elrond knew that fact just as well as he did.

Finally he stood naked and quivering in sexual tension before the Lord, so aroused that it almost hurt. He shook his head slightly when Elrond removed the sash from his own waist. Not again. “Please,” he said again, and this time there was more truth in it. He wanted Elrond’s touch, he needed something… anything. Just not to be left on the bed again, desiring, lustful… unsatisfied until the Lord finished his work. It was torture!

But when Elrond came towards him he was already clasping his hands behind his back submissively, head bowed in acceptance, and Elrond laughed. Legolas only had time to look up briefly in surprise before the soft, silky material was over his eyes. Working quickly, the Lord blindfolded him, and then turned him around several times so that he no longer knew where he was. Scared and unsure, he reached out, but Elrond was no longer in front of him.

“My Lord?” he asked uncertainly. And there was an answer – barely a whisper in his ear.

“Do you trust me, Legolas?”

“Yes,” he whispered back, encouraged by the Lord’s own quietness.

“Then stay where you are.”

It was a hard order to follow, and Legolas heard the rustling of the Lord’s robes as he walked away. As if pleading, or searching for something to hold onto, Legolas put out his hands to the empty air. Nervously, he stepped forward, lost in the dark.

“Stay!” And at once he put his foot back. He raised his hands to the blindfold then, almost as if to remove it, because to be lost like this was unbearable. “Don’t!” came the strict command. Legolas moaned, but he couldn’t disobey.

“But, my Lord!” Legolas protested, facing the voice as best he could. “I cannot see!” An amused chuckle answered him.

“I believe that is the point, pen neth. Now stay still, and be quiet.” Legolas sighed, and wondered if it might not have been better to be tied up. Only a few seconds must have passed, but to Legolas it seemed like an age, and he found himself wanting to hear Elrond speak, just to be sure that he was there.

“My –”

“Did I ask you to speak?” Swallowing, Legolas felt his eyes grow wide behind the blindfold, but it didn’t help him.

“No,” he said at last.

“Then be quiet.” More time passed, and Legolas was sure he must be swaying on his feet. He had become aware of everything around him. The way his hair brushed lightly against the skin of his back, the texture of the carpet against his bare feet, the taste of Elrond that lingered on his tongue. The air was cool, but not cold. Somewhere a clock ticked endlessly. He realised he was picking up Elrond’s scent from the material that covered his eyes. It was silk, and so it felt cool against his eyelids. His arousal had faded away almost entirely now, but then a single command brought it back again.

“Touch yourself, Legolas,” Elrond suggested. “I want to watch.”

"Touch…?" Legolas said weakly, turning towards Elrond's voice. It felt strange, to not be able to see anything, and although he had just served Elrond with his mouth without even feeling the least bit of shame, he was feeling very self-conscious all of a sudden. Maybe it was because Elrond could see him - while he could not.

But then, he did trust Elrond, and he knew that the Lord was not secretly laughing at him. Elrond cared for him, and there was no reason at all for him to feel ashamed...

Slowly, he let one hand travel down his chest, shivering a little when one of his fingers brushed a nipple. "Oh!" he moaned in surprise when the small touch already sent a spike of sharp arousal through his body, and for a moment he forgot Elrond and what he had asked of him as he gently played with his nipples. They were erect, and ached with a need to be kissed, to be teased by lips and teeth... to be suckled!

He whimpered, and he thought that he could hear Elrond breathe in sharply. Just thinking of them doing this to him was almost enough to make him come!

He took himself into his hand, squeezing carefully, and rolled his nipple between thumb and forefinger, moaning again almost as if in surprise. It felt so good, so much better than when he was doing this only for himself - and maybe that was why, because he was not doing it for himself now, but for Elrond.

He whimpered when he thought about how he must look like right now for Elrond, and what would have made him feel ashamed at any other time felt good now, felt deliciously wicked and a little dirty.

He panted, stroking himself slowly to prolong the pleasure for both Elrond and himself, even though he needed so much right now it hurt. But there was pleasure as well in this kind of ache, because he knew that the longer he denied himself release, the more intense it would be in the end.

He moaned more loudly now, moaned and sighed with every move of his hand to make it more exciting for Elrond as well, and then suddenly he realised that he was pleading again. To hear himself like this made him feel breathless, and he whimpered because he knew that he loved it to be so helpless, and because Elrond knew as well.

"Please, oh please," he moaned, "I need... please, my Lord!"

Then there was a warm hand over his, moving with him, so suddenly that he cried out. He knew Elrond was kneeling before him, and when the Lord moved his other hand aside and he felt warm lips against his nipple, Legolas protested at last.

“Please, my Lord. Don’t… I will fall!” Already he felt his legs beginning to shake as the Lord continued to make sure that the easy rise and fall of his hand carried on. With his free hand, he grasped at Elrond’s shoulder frantically so that the Lord would know he was in earnest now.

He felt the Lord’s other arm encircle him, supporting his weight a little. “You won’t fall, pen neth,” Elrond whispered against his nipple, and then he simply took.

Legolas cried out loudly, and he knew he couldn’t have remained standing alone. Somehow, the grip Elrond had around his waist held him up, and he found himself with his free hand buried in the Lord’s hair as he suckled, drawing long and deep. It didn’t last for long though, and when the lips became less demanding, Legolas just had time to realise that the hand was still stroking him before he came hard, almost swooning as Elrond gently let Legolas down to the floor beside him.

“Now,” Elrond said knowingly. “Now you are too tired to protest, pen neth.” Legolas only sighed and curled up on the soft rug, trying to hold onto Elrond. He felt the Lord lift him and carry him over to the bed, and then at last slept for a while. When he awoke, he was in a familiar position, and he groaned as he pulled helplessly at the bindings as Elrond worked behind the hated desk.

Again.