Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 25/?
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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Three days passed until Legolas could return to Glorfindel's rooms, and another three days until he was allowed to go outside for the first time. The sun was shining, and although it was still a little too cold for Legolas' liking, he enjoyed feeling the warms rays of the sun on his skin. Glorfindel spread a blanket beneath Legolas' favourite tree which carried its first green leaves of the year and then sat down, resting with his back against the tree so that Legolas could sit down between his legs. Their child which had been carefully wrapped in several warm blankets to protect it from the cold air chose that moment to wake up and look at the green around him in fascination.

Legolas smiled. "Isn't he beautiful?" he said softly. "I have never seen anything more wonderful..."

"Oh yes, he is," Glorfindel readily admitted and reached out to carefully caress the soft, golden hair which lightly covered their son's head.

"He has inherited your curls, I think. I'll have a hard time braiding them we he grows older."

"Oh, do you want to insinuate that my hair is unruly?" Glorfindel asked with mock anger.

"Of course not, my Lord! Although... " Legolas pulled one of Glorfindel's braids forward, "this one here's already halfway open, but that has probably nothing at all to do with the texture of your hair..."

"Cocky little princeling... there is of course still the matter of your punishment," Glorfindel mused, tilting his head to the side so as to be better able to watch a slight blush suffuse Legolas' cheeks at the word punishment.

Legolas held his breath, his eyes widening a little. He had almost forgotten about this... but of course Glorfindel would remember it. "What... exactly are you going to do to me?"

"Ahh, what do you think, little one? I promised you the cane, and I always keep my promises..."

Legolas shuddered at the dark amusement with which the threat was delivered. Glorfindel would enjoy it, and he... he would suffer, because there was no way that it would not be extremely painful for him. Yes, being spanked hadn't been that bad, although it was terribly embarassing to be punished like a child, but this...

"When will you do it?" he asked weakly.

"Oh, not right now, do not worry. I'll give you some more days to get your strength back, after all, I want my fun to last..." Glorfindel breathed into his ear.

Legolas swallowed. He did not like the sound of this... but then, there was no way that this could be more painful than giving birth to their son. He clung to that thought, although it did not much to reassure him. Even if the physical discomfort would be bearable, Glorfindel always found a way to embarass and humiliate him. And surely it would grow even worse now that he had given birth... he wondered what comments he would have to endure during dinner. He had not been in the company of other elves but Glorfindel and Elrond since the birth, but now that the Lord of Imladris had declared him fit to return to his usual activities, he would surely also expect him to have dinner at his table.

At least now he had his son. It was enough to help him bear this life. No matter what the other elves might call him, nothing could darken the joy it meant to hold this tiny being in his arms. His son...

At that moment, the leaves above them parted and let some rays of bright sunlight pass. They enveloped them in warmth and made the soft hair of their child glisten like gold.

"You chose the right name, see, even Arien agrees with you!" Legolas said with a tender smile. "Like a crown of light... "

"Our little Gîlríon is going to dazzle everyone who looks at him." Glorfindel watched his son with obviaffeaffection, and with a sigh, Legolas settled more comfortably against him and closed his eyes to enjoy the sunlight and the cool air.

After they had spent some more time dozing quietly in the sunlight, Gîlríon decided that he was hungry again, and so Legolas unbuttoned the light robe he wore after taking a quick look around the garden to make sure they were alone. Thankfully this small area was secluded enough that apart from Glorfindel and himself, there were no other elves during the day unless they were searching for Glorfindel. But right now, they seemed to be alone which reassured Legolas aast ast a little. It woumdvge very embarassing to have to feed his son in front of other people, not only because it felt like such an intimate act to him but also because he still felt very insecure about the changes in his body. He did not think that he could listen to any more jokes made about this...

His son, though, had no qualms whatsoever about feeding and latched hungrily onto his nipple. Legolas gasped softly at the still unfamiliar sensation while Glorfindel chuckled and brushed his fingertips taesingly against his other nipple, coaxing forth some droplets of milk which he then licked from his fingers.

"Mmh, sweet, like everything about you," he purred and Legolas blushed. "In fact, I think I am hungry for more of you.

"Can we... go back inside?" Legolas asked hopefully, although the light in Glorfindel's eyes told him that he would not get that chance.

"No. I want you in the sunlight. Why don't you undress for me, hmm?" Glorfindel had only to wait a few moments until Legolas obeyed. The young Sindar knew how futile it would be to protest... Glorfindel always got what he wanted, and the more Legolas protested, the more creative Glorfindel got. It was easier to simply obey, especially since he didn't have any chance of succeeding with a rebellion.

Carefully, he placed Gîlríon intnatunaturally grown cradle of the tree's roots, then fully unbuttoned his robe and shrugged it off. Now he was more happy than ever that this part of the garden was so secluded... he did not mind so much what Glorfindel might do to him, but he did not need any spectators. It was humiliating enough as it was, to know that Glorfindel could play him so perfectly that it wouldn't take long until he would beg for more of whatever the Noldo would deign to give him.

"Pretty!" Glorfindel sighed. "Although I liked your round little belly, but you're beautiful either way! Now come back here and undress me!"

Legolas quickly followed, his fingers trembling as he opened button after button to bare more and more of the strong, golden body. Glorfindel smiled up at him as if he knew what Legolas was thinking, and he probably did, the youth thought a little angrily. At least that would explain why the Noldo always knew how to humiliate him best.

Legolas did not have any more time to ponder this question, though, because as soon as his robe slid down his body, Glorfindel pushed hard againegolegolas so that the Sindar suddenly found himself on his back in the grass with a very aroused Glorfindel on top of him.

"Have you got oil with you?" Glorfindel asked impatiently and then sighed when Legolas silently shook his head in answer. "Remember one thing: *I* do not care whether I take you with or without oil. If you don't want to feel pain, you would do better from now on to always keep yourself oiled for me, because I'm going to take you. Whenever I want. Whereever I want. Because you are *mine*! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, my Lord..." Legolas answered a little breathless, but he immediately opened his mouth when Glorfindel pressed two fingers to his lips and sucked on them with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

"Pretty *and* obedient... very good, roch-neth nin," Glorfindel smiled and laughedtly tly when he saw Legolas blush at his words. "You do realize that it is up to you to make your life more easy, little one..."

Even if Legolas would have wanted to answer, Glorfindel's fingers were still in his mouth and prevented him from talking, and when Glorfindel finally pulled them out, Legolas quickly forgot anything he would have liked to say. Glorfindel was impatient, and the quick preparation was by far not enough to make it easier for Legolas when Glorfindel finally entered him. The Sindar tensed with the pain, gasping for air while Glorfindel groaned with delight at his tightness and pushed even deeper into him.

It hurt... and the pain didn't seem to end, flaring up inside him anew with each movement, until Glorfindel pushed Legolas' thighs even further apart to take him at a slightly different angle, and then there was burning pleasure mixing together with the pain of being stretched open so wide. Legolas moaned and clutched at Glorfindel's arms. He pushed himself against him, urging him to take him faster, deeper, and the Noldo gladly obliged. He bent down to nuzzle a red, swollen nipple, lapped at the white droplets which welled up with each hard thrust and then suckled on it until the sweet milk filled his mouth while Legolas moaned his name and writhed beneathe him.

When Legolas finally climaxed with a choked cry, the tightening of his muscles pushed the older elf over the edge as well, and then the only sounds which could be heard were their fast breathing and the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

Glorfindel stretched and rolled down from Legolas. The sunshine dried the sweat on his skin, a light breeze cooling his overheated body. It felt good to lie here, breathe the fresh air with its promise of flowers and feel Legolas' warmth at his side. Perhaps he should indeed do this more often outside... especially since the youth was so easily embarassed. He grinned he the thought of Erestor finding them thus, the darkhaired elf would probably be scandalized and never talk to him again -- it might make for an interesting change in their usual boring routine. Then he yawned and pulled Legolas' closer, registering with satisfaction the way the youth nestled against him, already half asleep. A quick glance at the tree showed Glorfindel that their soon was asleep as well... the golden-haired Noldo smiled and wrapped an arm around Legolas, then relaxed and let his mind wander the paths of elven dreams.

tbc...

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Gîlríon = light-crown
roch-neth nin = my colt
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