Pen-Estel

ElenadiVita: Ahh, if it is the Glorfindel/Legolas you prefer, you should enjoy this chapter - and don't hate Glorfindel too much, the situation isn't easy for him. :/


Chapter Eighteen

Hesitantly, Legolas knocked on the door before him. He had taken to not knocking in the daytime – like now – but he wanted to know if Glorfindel was within. If Gîlríon was with the nurse, it would be slightly embarrassing, but not as mortifying as for him to walk in and be faced with Glorfindel.

Broaching the subject of Glorfindel with Elrond had not really been possible, and so Legolas had just kept quiet. Of course, he wished he had now, because Elrond might have helped him put his feelings in order, but it was too late. He swallowed when the door handle began to turn, and stepped away from the door.

It was Glorfindel.

A thousand thoughts tried to race through his mind at once, and he wondered if any of them would tell him what to say. He mouth was dry while his hands felt unaccountably moist, and he swallowed nervously. Before he could say anything though, Glorfindel spoke.

“Why would you knock, Legolas?” he asked in mild curiosity. Then he frowned. “You are here for Gîl, aren’t you? Elrond has not sent you with news, has he?”

What kind of game was this? Legolas slowly shook his head, and then realised that wouldn’t answer Glorfindel’s questions.

“No, my Lord. I am here for Gîl,” he said with a timid smile. Glorfindel smiled back – politely.

“Well, then. There is no need to knock,” Glorfindel said in amusement, shaking his head a little as he walked back into the room, leaving the door open behind him for Legolas.

He ventured inside boldly, understanding somehow that nothing had changed between them. If it hadn’t been so real, he would assume he had been dreaming last night. He followed Glorfindel across the room, barely sparing a glance for the rumpled bed that still excited him. He took a deep, deliberate breath, but Glorfindel didn’t pause there, instead carrying on until they entered the nursery.

“He isn’t awake yet,” Glorfindel observed with a smile at the cot. “Although I could have told you that already – from the silence.” Legolas grinned at the reminder. Only a short while ago, Gîl had begun forming words, and now there was no stopping him. When he awoke, he would be calling out for one of them.

“Would you like a drink? I have some tea that Elrond gave me for you.” Legolas still didn’t understand precisely why Glorfindel was pretending nothing had happened between them. But then he realised he was grateful for it. He didn’t know what to say himself. Perhaps it had just been a lapse on Glorfindel’s part. He smiled happily at his love, who was still his friend.

“Yes. Thank you, my Lord,” Legolas replied in relief. “That would be welcome."

Silently, he watched Glorfindel prepare the tea. He was glad that nothing had changed – this, now, was everything to him. This quiet happiness he could find with his Lord and Gîl. They might not be lovers anymore – and that knowledge still hurt more than all the other rejections in his life – but they still were a family.

And now, Glorfindel knew that he loved him... Legolas blushed a little, remembering how Glorfindel had teased him, had played with him and his desire in the corridor. But he had not taunted him with his knowledge. It must be important to Glorfindel as well then, the love that had been between them. If only they could have acknowledged it before... Maybe then he would have had the strength to resist Elrond that very first time?

Legolas frowned unhappily, but forced himself to smile when Glorfindel gave him a concerned look. “Thank you... I think I need the tea,” he said when he took the cup from Glorfindel, deliberately wording it in such a way as to make the Lord believe that he was merely feeling a little unwell.

Glorfindel nodded and sat next to him. It was early still, so that he was not yet fully dressed, and Legolas sipped his tea to hide his dreamy smile when he thought about how usually, Glorfindel would not have worn anything at all at this time. Even so, all he wore was a tunic which he had not bothered to close, so that Legolas could give his broad, muscular chest appreciative glances, and a pair of leggings that had been laced up so sloppily that Legolas could espy a few golden curls.

Legolas swallowed, his throat feeling dry all of a sudden, and quickly emptied his cup. “Will you play with us – with me and Gîl today?” he asked to distract himself from his Lord’s too tempting body, although the way he had worded his question made him blush again. He berated himself silently – what had happened had changed nothing between them! Glorfindel was still his friend, and nothing more! It was only he who seemingly could not control himself...

“He loves it to be outside, and I think that as soon as he learns to climb a tree, we will have a hard time taking care of him,” he continued, hoping that Glorfindel would not realise in which direction his thoughts were going. “I do not think that I was so much work when I was small... were you, my Lord? I rather fear that, like your hair, he has also inherited the ability to find trouble for himself from you.”

There was silence for a moment, while he waited for Glorfindel to refuse or accept his invitation – because that is what it was. I should have worded it differently! Legolas thought, sighing a little, the inner voice sounding so much like Elrond that it only served to confuse him.

But then, to his surprise, Glorfindel didn’t say anything. Instead, he laughed. It wasn’t a little laugh either – not a chuckle or a snigger – it was a full, deep, hearty laugh, and Legolas looked at the Lord in astonishment. His look only seemed to fuel Glorfindel’s amusement so that he couldn’t mistake the Lord was laughing at him – for something. Legolas frowned suspiciously.

“After all that has happened to you, Legolas!” Glorfindel said as he laughed. “Only you could believe that a child would inherit trouble from me.” And with that Glorfindel set off into gales of laughter again. For a moment, Legolas didn’t understand what the Lord meant, and he looked at Glorfindel in perplexity while he tried to work it out. After all that has happened…? Then he knew what Glorfindel was laughing at – and he didn’t think it was funny.

“Hey!” he protested, setting down his cup and then shoving Glorfindel’s arm to make him be quiet. “Stop that!” But Glorfindel only laughed more, and Legolas became rougher, until he found himself suddenly held down to the floor, Glorfindel resting heavily atop him. He struggled in vain, feeling hot and flustered because his anger still burned within him.

“Stop laughing at me!” he shouted furiously, trying to throw Glorfindel off him. That seemed to do the trick, because at last Glorfindel fell quiet.

“At you?” he repeated, and then shook his head in denial. “Legolas,” Glorfindel purred, with an adoring smile that melted his heart, “you are wonderful, resilient and strong! Never let anyone say otherwise.” There was admiration in Glorfindel’s voice, and it confused him for a moment before he understood what the compliment meant. He smiled too. But there was a twinkle in the Lord’s eye, and Legolas sighed – waiting for the punchline. “Just don’t try and fight them over it,” Glorfindel added with a low chuckle. “At least… not yet.”

Now he appreciated the vulnerability of his position. Glorfindel’s weight pressed him down into the carpet, and he knew he couldn’t move unless the Lord allowed it. He remembered what he had done in his anger too, and how for a single moment he had wanted to fight Glorfindel if only it would stop him laughing. A wicked thought came into his mind, and he spoke before he could stop to think. “Am I in trouble?” Legolas asked breathlessly, his trembling not entirely faked, but feeling like he wanted to tease Glorfindel for his laughter.

The atmosphere changed subtly, as though they slid from one set of circumstances to another, and Glorfindel suddenly felt dangerous to him again – like he had been the night before. Glorfindel was the hunter, and he was the prey. He felt it so keenly that he closed his eyes submissively at the dark look Glorfindel graced him with.

“No, you are not,” he said at last, and Legolas opened his eyes. Glorfindel’s voice was rough and deep, as though he wanted to say something else. They looked at each other, and for a moment Legolas thought it had to happen. Glorfindel lowered his head, moving against him a little so that he spread his legs instinctively to allow the Lord to rest between them.

“Ada! Ada!” A small, shrill voice shouted demandingly, and they both looked towards the nursery door. Legolas groaned in dismay as Glorfindel got up and pulled him to his feet, but he still smiled. It made him happy to hear Gîl calling out for him.

“I will play with you another time,” Glorfindel whispered meaningfully in his ear, and then he was gone, leaving Legolas alone with Gîl, and the certainty that Glorfindel did indeed know which way his thoughts turned – all the time.

Legolas spent the morning outside with Gîlríon, who could not hold himself up for more than a few steps yet, but even so was more than enough work to watch while he crawled and stumbled through the grass.

Legolas giggled at the put-out expression on Gîlríon’s face – oh yes, he just looked like Glorfindel looked when he did not get something he wanted. Not that that had happened all that often...

With a sigh, Legolas leaned back against the trunk of a tree, thinking of Glorfindel’s expression – of his promises. I will play with you another time, and, before that, Be careful, aras neth...

“Oh, I want that...” Legolas moaned, then shook his head as if to clear his head from these dangerous thoughts. He should not wish for these things. Was it not better for both of them to keep things the way they were right now? Legolas had never had a friend, and he found he rather liked how it made him feel so very important, so cherished and respected, to sit with Glorfindel and just talk about his day, and about Gîl.

He no longer felt like a child, he felt as though he behaved like an adult for the first time in his life, and it was as if what he thought actually mattered to Glorfindel. It was a wonderful experience – only, he ruefully thought, he would gladly trade all that respect for the opportunity to lie helpless and trembling beneath Glorfindel once more.

With a sigh, Legolas rested his hands against the slight swell of his belly. And what if that would never come to pass again? Even with the child – the children - to care for, could he truly live without that?

“You want that?” a familiar voice asked dryly, and Legolas looked up slowly, trying to not let his dismayed surprise show too much while he tried to inconspicuously smooth his robe down over his belly.

Erestor had just appeared on the path that came from the garden where Elrond grew his medicinal herbs, and from the stash of parchments he was carrying, Legolas gathered he had had done some kind of inventory with the gardeners.

With a silent sigh, Legolas sat up; pulling Gîl towards him again who was enthusiastically stuffing the head of a toy pony into his mouth. Glorfindel had given it to Gîl, who had loved it from the first moment, while Legolas had simultaneously blushed and groaned, because he knew just why Glorfindel had chosen a horse, and not a dog, a bear or a little rabbit.

“No... I was thinking of something else,” Legolas said politely, trying to get Gîl to let go of the pony’s head. He was no longer quite so afraid of Erestor – Erestor knew where he stood now, and although the advisor might still think of him as a little whore prince, what was important was that he knew that Elrond thought of him as his lover.

Legolas held power now, and for the first time in his life, he was aware of it. He did not really want it, but at the same time, he would no longer allow mere servants or stable boys to frighten him.

There were other things Legolas feared now. He feared losing Glorfindel’s love, he feared what would happen after the child was born – but he did not fear Erestor, and it seemed that the advisor realised that as well.

When the advisor did not walk away, Legolas looked around again, trying his best to appear nonchalant – attitude was everything. “Is there something else, Erestor?” There was a flash of pure hatred in the advisor’s eyes then, and he walked forward stiffly.

“I once told you how to address me, Legolas.” Oh, yes, he had. Legolas remembered that long-ago conversation now with a shake of his head as Erestor carried on. “I am a teacher or an advisor to such as you.”

“And yet I notice you don’t hesitate to address me as Legolas,” he remarked coldly, standing up so that he could meet Erestor’s gaze as an equal. “As long as you do, then I shall feel free to call you by your name. Unless you really would prefer titles?” Erestor was momentarily speechless, and inside Legolas laughed. Who would have thought it would be so easy to gain the upper hand? “If so, Advisor, then I’m sure you can always refer to me as ‘Highness.’ Would that suit you better?”

Legolas watched in a kind of fearful fascination as Erestor turned so pale he might be a ghost. The advisor opened his mouth several times, but no words came out. In fact, he seemed as if he might be having trouble breathing.

“Erestor!” a little voice said gleefully, and Legolas looked down with shock at Gîl. A new word! It could be a better one, but still… Legolas smiled happily.

“Just wait until I tell your father you learnt something new, pen neth,” Legolas said affectionately, then remembered he had an audience. If anything, Erestor looked even more insulted, to be addressed so by his child as well as him. Legolas wanted to smirk, but he didn’t really dare, and so he just waited. He sighed in relief when Erestor stalked away furiously without saying another word.

After he was sure the advisor was gone, he once more settled down on the grass with Gîl to enjoy the sunshine. He watched his child playing, following a ladybird as it flitted over the grass. “I fear you have just made an enemy there, Gîl,” he said sadly. “But don’t worry. There are other teachers,” he said, more to himself than his child. He had a feeling that he hadn’t really helped himself by encouraging Erestor’s animosity, but he didn’t really know what else to do. His courage was still a new thing, and it would take time to handle it with finesse.

“Lady-bird,” he said slowly and carefully, when Gîl directed a questioning glance at him. He repeated it patiently, and by the middle of the afternoon, Gîl was saying the word over and over like a mantra. Maybe it was, a sleeping one, because he suddenly yawned, and Legolas smiled. Gîl only needed a little sleep in the afternoon now, but he still did need it. He scooped Gîl up and carried him back to Glorfindel’s rooms. By the time they got there, Gîl was already asleep, and Legolas found himself with free time. Oh, he knew just what to do with it! Grinning, he made for the stables, and for Lainiell – free time meant freedom.

Legolas laughed when the sleek, brown body of his mare stretched beneath him. This was freedom – only he and Lainiell and the wild joy of almost impossible speed. He felt as if Lainiell was trying to outrace the wind, and when they finally reached the top of the hill and slowed, Legolas chuckled and patted her neck that was not even damp with sweat yet.

“You’ve missed this, girl, haven’t you?” he asked affectionately. “I’m sorry I haven’t come to visit you very often, but Gîl has kept me very busy... Gîl, and my Lords.”

He sighed when he thought about them, but then he smiled once more, remembering that at this moment, he did not want to dwell on his problems but instead enjoy what little free time he could find. He let Lainiell go where she wanted, and when they found another path that seemed made for a gallop, both lost themselves in the rush of speed again, until finally voices called out to them.

When Legolas looked up in surprise, trying to get his protesting mare to slow down, he found that a group of warriors had closed up to them – and Glorfindel was among them!

“Well met, my Lord!” he called out in greeting, smiling happily at the coincidence. He knew that his Lord had ridden out on patrol only a short while after he had left him and Gîl, but he had not known that they would take this direction back to the Last Homely House. Still, it was a welcome surprise – he cherished every moment he got to spend with Glorfindel, even if, like this time, they would be in the company of others.

But Legolas was no longer afraid of them, and so he smiled at the warriors, remembering two or three from earlier, similar meetings, and made Lainiell fall into pace next to his Lord’s white stallion.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Legolas?” Glorfindel asked, and Legolas laughed.

“You know I am, my Lord! It took me the entire morning to get Gîl tired for his nap; I have really earned this now. I do not even want to think about what he will get up to once he learns to run and climb...” Legolas shook his head, then laughed again as he remembered something. “He learned two new words today, and you will never believe what one of them is!”

A voice shouted out behind them before Glorfindel could reply, and Legolas giggled when he realised the others had been listening to him too. Others called out, their suggestions becoming more and more outrageous until Legolas was shaking his head and laughing.

“Can I guess?” Glorfindel boomed out, and everyone fell quiet expectantly. The Lord sighed and studied Legolas intently – then he smiled. “Aras?”

“Glorfindel!” one of the others called out good-naturedly. “Tell me that’s not a real guess!” But Legolas didn’t laugh, and he stared back at Glorfindel while he shook his head slowly.

“Erestor.” Nearly everyone was silent then.

“You taught your son that?” said one of their companions in disbelief. Legolas noticed it was one of the rowdier of the bunch. He shook his head.

“No,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Erestor was with me earlier.” Legolas smiled then. “He was just trying to tell me not to call him by name, as he didn’t like it, when Gîl said it for the first time.” There was an outburst of laughter at that, and even Glorfindel smirked.

“Oh, I wish I could have seen his face,” one of them said longingly. “I’ll wager it was a picture!” Legolas giggled, and he came to realise that Erestor was not liked by everyone either. As much as he disliked the advisor himself, the thought made him a little uncomfortable. Did Erestor know that people talked about him like this? He must. Didn’t he care? How did he deal with it?

Troubled by his thoughts, Legolas gave the others a friendly nod and then urged Lainiell onward a little faster, absently noting how Glorfindel kept up with him, waving to those who had elected a more sedate pace back to Imladris.

He was expecting Glorfindel to ask him what was wrong – clearly, they were still friends – but when the Lord drew up alongside him, he didn’t say anything until Legolas looked at him.

“Time to run, aras neth,” Glorfindel said threateningly. Alarmed, Legolas looked back down the path, seeing the rest of the company. They couldn’t be heard – but they could be seen – and the intent in Glorfindel’s eyes was obvious. Legolas leaned down and hugged Lainiell.

“Go, Lainiell! Faster!” He stayed low as the mare obliged and broke into a gallop, the wind rushing past his ears adding to the strange excitement he felt. Why ever Glorfindel was doing this, he couldn’t help but be excited by it, because he still wanted Glorfindel more than anyone else. And although, deep down, he recognised that Glorfindel loved him too, it never entered his head that Glorfindel might feel the same need and desire, the same irresistible pulling that meant he couldn’t leave Legolas alone.

And so they rushed back to Imladris, Legolas pursued closely by Glorfindel, hearts beating fast, but when they reached the stable, Legolas’ flight had to stop. He guided Lainiell into her stable, only to find that Glorfindel had followed him.

“My Lord.” It was clear to him what was going to happen, and despite how much he wanted it, Legolas still backed away. Because it was here. Because it was public. He wanted Glorfindel, but to himself, in a place where they could have all the time and space they required.

“You are caught, aras neth,” Glorfindel observed as he followed Legolas to the back of the stable. “You are cornered.” And indeed, there was nowhere left to go now. Even the tack room door was far away from them. And yet, as much as he resented this, he couldn’t help but respond when Glorfindel came closer, invading his space; the Lord’s very presence was overwhelming and all he wanted to do was surrender to it.

“I am, my Lord,” Legolas agreed breathlessly, his eyes closing for a moment as he waited for Glorfindel to come and take what he wanted – take him. And then, when Glorfindel was so close that he could feel the heat of his body, feel his breath ghosting over his face, his lips... then he suddenly remembered where they were, and his eyes flew open again.

“Please, don’t!” he gasped, “not here! We will be seen! Please – we can go to your rooms, my Lord, I promise I will not run away, but –“

“And why should I care if we are seen?” Glorfindel asked slowly, clearly enjoying the way in which Legolas’ trembling intensified at his words.

“Now be silent, aras neth,” he then said sternly. “You already know that your protests will not help you – all you can do now is attract an audience for what I’m about to do to you.”

“But –” Legolas began weakly, then moaned when Glorfindel grabbed his wrists and held them against the wall above his head.

“Can’t you obey – or is it maybe that you do not want to?” Glorfindel said threateningly, and Legolas whimpered softly because being at Glorfindel’s mercy like this aroused him like nothing else could. His Lord smirked a little, and Legolas was certain that Glorfindel knew exactly what he was doing to him, but when Glorfindel kissed him then, he forgot all other things.

As usual, Glorfindel was nothing like Elrond. The kiss was hungry, demanding, and there was just nothing Legolas could do but surrender to it, moaning into Glorfindel’s mouth while the familiar taste woke a desire in him that was burning so hot he feared he would come at the first touch.

Of course, he didn’t come so soon, Glorfindel made certain of that with only a warning look, and before Legolas quite knew it, he was sprawled on the clean straw beneath Glorfindel, half-naked.

Perhaps it was inevitable. At least, this felt like it was meant to be. Loving Glorfindel, submitting to him – how could he refuse any of this? It was what he longed for, what he existed for. And so he allowed it with only a small, insignificant protest, feeling cheap and dirty but so in love, and so much a slave to his Lord. If this was truly what Glorfindel wanted, Legolas wouldn’t really stop him.

It was like a feverish dream, and nothing else mattered except for the things Glorfindel did to him. The kisses and the touches – even when Glorfindel began to prepare him, and he realised that the Lord had been expecting to encounter him all along, it couldn’t awaken him. He was silent, although he knew there was no one to hear him, and it wasn’t until they were in the perfect position, with Glorfindel poised to claim him, that it became obvious they were no longer alone.

The others! They had reached the stable now, and Legolas could hear them talking… so close! He looked up at Glorfindel in alarm, helpless to say anything, because that would only draw their attention. But he shook his head and silently mouthed one word.

“No!” Glorfindel only smiled as though he had won, and moved forward slowly, sliding inside him. Legolas almost gasped, but then managed to control himself. He still shook his head, and still Glorfindel moved further forward; filling him up, making him want to moan.

He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t look away, so completely possessed as he was. Instead, he struggled in silence, trying to make it more difficult for Glorfindel to enter him. But that had an effect he hadn’t bargained on. While his eyes remained open, Glorfindel’s closed, and he drew in a loud breath. Before it was too late, Legolas realised what his struggling was doing, and he relaxed suddenly, deliberately, now making it easy because he understood that if he didn’t, Glorfindel would moan instead.

Glorfindel opened his eyes again, and smiled. Legolas trembled, but maintained his passivity as Glorfindel took him all the way. He looked up into Glorfindel’s eyes until he knew the Lord was as deep as he was going to get. Despite his best efforts, it almost hurt now, and he felt his muscles trembling around the hard flesh inside him. Then, quite suddenly, Glorfindel pulled out a little way only to thrust inside him again, and he bit his lip harshly to stay quiet.

Glorfindel stopped and listened intently to the other warriors that had been with him. They were having a discussion about his horse. He had left his stallion loose in the middle of the stable block while he pursued Legolas in here. Now they were below the line of sight, and they couldn’t be seen unless someone investigated. Glorfindel looked down on Legolas. He was so beautiful! Opening his mouth a little to diffuse the sound of his own heavy breathing, he recalled the exquisite look on the youth’s face when he had realised they were no longer alone. How he had looked then, panic in his eyes and refusal on his lips… it made Glorfindel want him more than ever.

Yet he too wanted privacy. As exciting as this was, he knew why Legolas protested so. But to take him in private? Perhaps in his rooms? That was out of the question. It would involve a kind of acceptance on his part that he just couldn’t give. He had sent the youth away for a reason after all. He didn’t want to hate Legolas. And he truly hadn’t meant to start any of this. But when he had seen Legolas in the corridor outside the great hall… so enticing in his desire – he was irresistible!

Legolas had bitten his lip. Glorfindel could see a drop of blood there, begging to be licked away, but before he could bend his head and do so, Legolas turned away, closing his eyes. As if to punish him for unconsciously refusing the kiss, Glorfindel gave him another light thrust. He knew why Legolas had relaxed for him earlier – but now, as though it was out of Legolas’ control – he felt the youth squeezing around him, and he lowered his head quickly, biting into Legolas’ neck to silence himself.

He didn’t want to be found either. To be found would be to stop… and he couldn’t stop.

Legolas gasped softly, then raised a hand to his mouth to bite down on his knuckles, and Glorfindel laughed silently against Legolas’ neck when he felt the youth freeze with horror. Despite Legolas’ protests, he was the one who would not keep silent, and Glorfindel smiled, pleased at the knowledge that he would never lose the power he had over Legolas.

But now he could hear steps coming closer, and Glorfindel stopped moving, holding his breath. He truly did not care about being discovered like this – it would only add to his reputation. Legolas, though... He did not want to see him hurt. And above all, he did not want him to lose what little self-respect he had won during the last weeks.

The steps stopped in front of Lainiell’s box, and Glorfindel quickly covered Legolas’ mouth with his hand. For one long moment, there was no sound but that of their frantic heartbeats. Legolas had tensed up in panic, and his already tight passage constricted around Glorfindel in a way that felt as if the youth was trying to draw his orgasm from him with all his strength.

Glorfindel groaned in surprise, and then bit into Legolas’ neck once again as he shuddered silently, his hard length releasing spurt after spurt of his essence, filling the passage that was still clenching around him.

“The mare of the prince is in – looks like they were in quite a hurry to leave!” the warrior who stood right in front of them shouted. “Let’s put our captain’s stallion into his box as well and get one of the stableboys to look after him.”

Only when the sound of voices drifted away, leaving them behind undiscovered did Glorfindel move his hand from Legolas’ mouth. He had softened inside Legolas, and as he looked down, he also saw the marks on the youth’s neck. They were bright red, angry bites, rather than loving marks on his pale skin – and quite suddenly Glorfindel felt guilty.

Was this really fair? Of course it wasn’t. He had used Legolas for his own purposes, even when the youth had all but begged him not to do it. And Legolas was still trembling beneath him. His eyes were still closed, and he looked for all the world defeated and humbled. It was such a change from earlier, and he was responsible for it.

He moved slowly, closing his eyes when Legolas moaned softly as he pulled out and away. Was this what he wanted? In some ways, yes, it was. He didn’t want Legolas to change so much… he valued the youth’s submission and surrender. And yet… this wasn’t right either – not anymore. He looked again, and now he gasped when he realised that Legolas had climaxed too. On the verge of apologising, Glorfindel looked down, and saw nothing broken in Legolas’ eyes. Instead there was love, and longing, and a strange kind of regret… but also acceptance.

“Faron,” Legolas whispered, and a tingle of excitement travelled up his spine. “I have fallen.” The words were only a sigh, but they meant so much. Whatever the rights and wrongs of this, Legolas did understand what was happening here. Glorfindel smiled, feeling truly happy though he couldn’t quite say why.

“And you will fall again, aras neth,” he promised in the same half-serious, half-teasing tone. Legolas smiled too, and Glorfindel moved away, regaining his feet to stand over Legolas as he might over a kill, looking down on him hungrily. He straightened and tidied his clothes while he stared, seeing the marks his teeth had made on Legolas’ neck. “Keep running,” Glorfindel advised softly. “I’ll be watching for you.” Then he simply walked away.


Faron – Hunter