Cuil Eden

Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 19/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
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.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel",
life continues.

Thanks to Calenharn Elflover and Gabby for their beta work! :)

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Glorfindel was still angry when he closed the door to the hallway, and once he had pulled Legolas through the sitting room into their bedroom, he pushed the youth towards the bed. For a moment, he glared at Legolas, then began pacing. “Let me see... you got drunk although you knew that this was an important event. You lost control over yourself in front of all the important members of this household, shouting at the guest of honor. Even worse, you have embarrassed me in front of my lord and the guests! You are my responsibility, and your actions this evening have made it very apparent to everybody that I am not capable of controlling you. So many offenses, Legolas – can you tell me what it is that I am supposed to do with you?”

Legolas glared back at him, rubbing furiously at his eyes to get rid of the humiliating tears. “Why is this my fault? He insulted me! He had no right to say those things to me! And then he, he.... asked you those questions! As if I didn’t even exist! But I will not stay silent when I am insulted!”

“Stop!” Glorfindel interrupted furiously. “What are you, a little child? It is not your fault because he was the one who started it? No, be silent, Legolas! You are old enough to know that you cannot counter one insult with another! I told Ellonúr that he was wrong to address you so, and the situation would have ended peacefully had you remained calm.”

"You cannot expect me to just quietly suffer their insults!" Legolas said and jumped up, only to be pushed down back onto the bed by a glowering Glorfindel.

“Stop acting like a child, Legolas! I took you to the feast, I put those braids in your hair, I defended you from Ellonúr! Tell me, when did I give you the impression that I wanted a silent, meek little pet at my side? No, you had my support, my protection, but all you managed to do is to feel sorry for yourself! You disappointed me this evening Legolas- truly, I had high expectations for you, but you ruined it.” Still glaring at Legolas, Glorfindel grabbed a fistful of his hair and angrily yanked him up by it. “Tell me, what should I do with you? Oh, I want to...“ For a moment, Glorfindel’s fingers tightened their grip in the hair while he closed his eyes, trembling with tension. Then he suddenly pushed Legolas down and took a few steps back, his hands again clenching into trembling fists while he turned his gaze away from the youth. It took a visible effort for him to contain himself, but despite his anger he held himself back, shaking with sheer frustration.

Legolas laid sprawled on the bed, staring up at Glorfindel. Confusion, fear and indignation warred on his face until he finally sat up, frowning as he studied the golden-haired lord. This was the closest Glorfindel had come to losing control in several weeks; ever since he had taken him in anger that one night, Glorfindel had somehow reined in his temper. Legolas was well aware that the past weeks had been frustrating for Glorfindel; there were certain things the elf lord craved that he had denied himself.

But now the situation had changed... Ellonúr’s offer had been very obvious, and by accepting it, Glorfindel could have what he wanted. And what would happen if he did? What place would Legolas have then - either here in Imladris or in Glorfindel's heart? To passively do nothing was to risk all that he had. If he did not want to lose Glorfindel to Ellonúr, he would have to give his lord what he needed... even if that meant submitting to whatever humiliation Glorfindel might choose as punishment.

“You should punish me.”

Glorfindel whipped his head around to stare at him, and for a moment Legolas himself was surprised to hear this sentence come from his lips. Nevertheless, it was the truth – it was what Glorfindel needed and had missed for so long, and deep in his heart Legolas knew that Glorfindel needed an outlet for his ever-growing frustration. If it meant that Glorfindel would hurt him, then he would have to bear the pain – it could not be worse than losing Glorfindel’s regard. “Yes...” the young prince repeated softly, sitting up on the bed, “yes, you should, my Lord. You are right, I deserve it...”

Glorfindel took a step towards him, disbelief warring with anger on his face. “Do you realize what you are asking? I am very displeased with you, Legolas...” Glorfindel warned in a quiet voice.

Legolas nodded, afraid to speak, but he held Glorfindel’s gaze for a long moment. The Noldo’s face was pale, although his eyes burned bright with anger. Suddenly, Legolas felt apprehensive. Glorfindel had restrained himself for so long – what had made him think that the warrior would give into his needs now?

But the events in the Hall of Fire had kindled Glorfindel’s anger to bright fire, and roused the need within him to such a point that he finally nodded, satisfied with what he had read in Legolas’ eyes. “If you are certain that you want this, then stand up,” he commanded, and sat down on the bed in Legolas’ stead. “Undress, and kneel before me.”

Legolas briefly hesitated, and then proceeded to strip hastily as if to make up for the delay. When he was naked he sank to his knees in front of his lord, looking up for further instructions. He tried his best to hide the fear he could not quite suppress, but Glorfindel gave him a knowing look and raised a hand to run it through Legolas’ hair.

“I will hurt you, but I promise that I will not harm you," Glorfindel said softly, and then withdrew his hand. He watched Legolas through half-lidded eyes until the youth started to tremble, and then gifted him with a dark, threatening smile. “So... what shall I do with you now?”

“Anything you wish, my Lord,” Legolas whispered and lowered his eyes.

“That is the kind of attitude I would have liked to have seen this evening!” Glorfindel said and shook his head. “But instead you chose to behave like a spoiled little child! I have told you this before – as long as you behave like a child, I will punish you like one. Now bring me my brush, the golden one, it is on top of that black chest there. And you will stay on your knees while you get it...”

Glorfindel smirked when Legolas blushed. Nevertheless, the youth crawled towards the chest as commanded, but when he reached for the brush, Glorfindel interrupted him again.

“Did I allow you to use your hands? Use your mouth, roch-neth... it is such a lovely mouth, and you do too much talking anyway!”

Legolas’ cheeks reddened even more and for the first time since he had offered himself up for punishment, Glorfindel detected a glimmer of rebellion in his eyes. Still Legolas returned to him, crawling on hands and knees with the brush between his lips. It was a lovely picture, and Glorfindel found himself enjoying it far more than he would have imagined. He spread his legs a little to accomodate his growing hardness, then examined the kneeling youth in front of him. The slender, pale body so pleasing to behold, shivering lightly with fear, or perhaps it was excitement...

Glorfindel noted Legolas' growing arousal with some amusement, but did not comment on it; Legolas' embarrassment was already very obvious. “Very good, hên lend. You are very appealing like this!” He took the brush from Legolas’ mouth, caressing the moist lower lip with a quick swipe of his thumb. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you now? I’m going to spank you with this brush, roch-neth, and I won’t stop until your pretty little behind is all sore and red. Perhaps that will help you to remember to think before you speak the next time! But first,” Glorfindel smirked, “I want to hear you beg to be punished!”

Legolas stiffened, then sighed when he remembered just what had led him to this state. “Please, my Lord,” he said softly, “I deserve this... please punish me.” He looked up to see the response to his begging but Glorfindel was frowning and shaking his head. So Legolas tried again, tentatively resting his cheek on Glorfindel’s thigh. “Please,” he whispered, “please, do not hold back... I deserve your anger. I have displeased you, my Lord – punish me in the way that I deserve, and teach me how to please you better!”

“This is a good beginning, pen-neth... yes, for now it will suffice. There will be other opportunities to teach you how to beg....” Glorfindel threatened and then pulled Legolas up to sprawl over his lap. “You can cry all you want, but I will not stop until I think that you have had enough!” he warned and then gathered Legolas’ wrists in one hand to press them into the bed over his head. “You will leave your hands here – move them and I will bind them!”

Legolas nodded helplessly. He had no other choice but to simply accept what Glorfindel did to him... he could not even rise as the Noldo’s hand now let go of his wrists and instead came to rest on his back, holding him in place.

And then the brush connected with his backside for the first time. Legolas yelped; he could not help himself. It stung, worse than when Glorfindel used his hand... but it was not as bad as the day when the Noldo had used his belt. Nevertheless it left behind a feeling of heat, smarting and throbbing and painful until the brush came down again and another jolt of hot, stinging pain made him twitch. He remembered that Glorfindel had told him not to move his hands, so by sheer force of will he kept them still while the rest of his body jerked and writhed under the stinging slaps.

There was no escape; the brush came down again and again with enough force to bruise – at least that was what it felt like to Legolas. It soon felt as is eis entire bottom had to be glowing red, but still Glorfindel did not stop, not even when Legolas began to sob softly. No matter how much he writhed trietried to turn, the brush always came down again on the by now tender skin. It hurt even more now; the entire area was so sensitive that the slaps were far worse than in the beginning. And still Glorfindel did not stop, although Legolas was begging now and crying out with each slap. When Legolas finally ceased to resist and lay still, accepting the pain from which he could not escape while crying softly into his arms, only then did Glorfindel cease.

For a long moment, the only sound that could be heard was Legolas’ helpless sobbing, while Glorfindel laid the brush aside and then began to stroke his hair. Legolas was still hard – the spanking had not diminished his arousal, and he could feel Glorfindel’s answering erection against his thigh. It was all too much – the pain, the heat from his abused skin and the dark excitement that was still there. Legolas whimpered, humiliated. Why did his body betray him so? And why was he still aroused?

“Do not cry, roch-neth...” Glorfindel soothed and pulled Legolas into his arms. The youth buried his head beneath Glorfindel’s chin, pressing himself tightly against the body of the Noldo. “You have been very good! You kept your arms where I told you –I did not have to correct you even once! You pleased me, pen-neth...”

Legolas continued to sob against Glorfindel’s shoulder, but after some minutes had passed, Glorfindel began to gently stroke his backside. His fingertips ghosted over the hot skin, and although the sensation was painful, it was also very intense. Legolas moaned softly. It hurt, despite the lightness of the touch, but at the same time his skin was so sensitive now that not only the pain but also the pleasure increased...

Glorfindel smiled as if he knew what Legolas was experiencing and then used a fingernail to lightly scratch over the hot skin. “Have you had enough, roch-neth? s ths there something else that you want?”

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hên lend - sweet child
pen-neth - young one
roch-neth - colt
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