Anestel

6

Two weeks passed this way without much changes. Legolas would spend most of the time sitting in the garden under a tree and listen to the songs of the birds. Sometimes Glorfindel would join him there, but to Legolas' mystification, he would not force his touch upon him. Instead, he sometimes sang to Legolas or even told tales from his past.

Legolas was confused. Sometimes he thought that this was maybe just a ruse to make him trust the lord, although why Glorfindel should want his trust he did not know.
At other times, when Glorfindel wrapped his arms around him and softly sang a song into his ear while Legolas dozed against his chest, the young elf would almost believe that it had been his fault that the lord had lost his temso, so, and that there must be a way for Legolas to avoid repeating them, to make the lord stay gentle with him -- and to make him love him.

Yes, sometimes all Legolas wanted was to be loved by the goldenhaired elf.
It scared him, but it was nevertheless the truth. After all, Glorfindel was a charming man, of a noble house, an ancient warrior about whose deeds songs were sung in all of Middle Earth. He was easy to love; he would be every maiden's dream with his long, golden hair flying behind him like a lion's mane, his body both graceful and strong.

With every passing day, with every hour spent with the lord's gentle affection, Legolas felt more and more like there were two Glorfindel, two different persons. There was the one who would hurt him, humiliate him, treat him like a possession. And then there was the other Glorfindel who asked Legolas to sing for him, who would cite poetry while stroking his hair. Legolas felt like he could be able to love the latter, but he was deeply afraid of the first. More so because he could not see what made Glorfindel change so, if it really was a mistake Legolas continued to make which angered the lord. Because if it was... then Legolas would do everything he could to not repeat his mistake.

But Glorfindel stayed a mystery to him, and Legolas did not allow himself to relax. Even when he laid in the lord's arms, there was always a sense of despair with him, the knowledge that nothing of the affection was real and would soon be taken away again.

Still, Legolas craved those moments. There were like a lifeline to him, were something he needed although he hated himself for it. But when Glorfindel was with him -- and when Glorfindel was gentle -- Legolas felt at peace, if not happy. Being with Glorfindel brought it's own problems and insecurities, but at least Legolas no longer thought about his past, about his father, his country. Yes, being with Glorfindel was almost too easy... if he obeyed the lord, he was spoiled and pampered, was fed the sweetest fruits, was cherished and caressed.

He knew that he was treated like a loved pet, but he would rather be a pet than a forgotten prisoner. He hated being alone -- yes, the garden was very beautiful and he loved the big, old tree beneath which he often rested, but as beautiful as the nature surrounding him was, it could not make him forget his thoughts.

And today he had already spent several hours beneath the tree, listening to the birds, sleeping, thinking, waiting. But he waited without hope for he knew Glorfindel would not come to him today. There were guests from Gondor who had brought news andd work for Glorfindel. The older elf now sat at his desk in his room, looking through numerous old tomes and copying passages which could be of interest to Elrond and the delegate from Gondor. Every now and then Glorfindel would look up aatchatch the young elf dozing in the grass outside, but time was short and Glorfindel could not pause in his work.
Everytime he looked outside it seemed like the young elf had grown more beautiful, more tempting, and with every passing hour, Glorfindel could feel his hunger grow. But there was nothing he could do about it but work faster, and raise his head every now and then to watch the slender body sleeping in the grass. Oh yes, he wanted to touch him very badly, wanted to feel him move beneath him, wanted to hear his name on his those sweet lips... but there was still too much work to be done.

The time for dinner had already passed when he was finally finished. With a sigh he closed the last book and stretched, then went to the library to bring Elrond the results of his research. When he returned to his room, he found that the young Sindar had used the chance and had come back inside, lieing on the bed as if he were waiting for him.

Glorfindel smiled. He had waited for so long, had watched the youth for so long... he wanted to keep waching him, at least for some time.

"Undress," he ordered, and Legolas obeyed quickly, blushing although he had spent most of his nights naked in this bed. When he finally looked up again to find out what Glorfindel was planning, he found the elf smiling at him, a slow, mysterious smile.

"Now lie back and spread your legs, so I can see you. Yes, that's good... Now touch yourself, pen-neth," Glorfindel commanded in a husky voice, and Legolas shivered as he heard the hunger in it. He had no other choice but to obey - both because he knew that Glorfindel would get angry if he didn't, and because he already was aroused. Slowly he ran his hands down his chest, until his fingers finally encountered the aching hardness between his legs. With a moan he wrapped his hands around it and began to stroke himself. Soon, all thoughts about anything but pleasure were forgotten as rougrought himself closer and closer to release, only to hear Glorfindel's voice command him to stop when he started to feel the familiar tingling sensation. He moaned helplessly but obeyed, although it took all his strengthh to let his hands sink down onto the bed. It hurt... itt, at, and he needed!

"Saes, saes!" he pleaded in despar. His hips moved restlessly on the bed, writhing, searching some kind of contact. It made Glorfindel laugh softly.

"You are so beautiful like this..." he sighed, "your skin sweaty, your eyes soft and hungry, your body begging to be touched, no matter how or by whom..."

"Please!" Legolas sobbed, and Glorfindel sat down beside him and slowly began to massage the young elf's waiting erection.

"You are mine," he whispered, "mine to touch, mine to pleasure. You will find your release when I allow you to... and you will not touch yourself again unless it is my order. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Legolas moaned, arching up beneath him. "Yes, please, please..."

Glorfindel chuckled and bowed his head so he could whisper into Legolas' ear. "You may come now."

Legolas whimpered as pleasure flooded his body and erupted in hot waves onto his belly and the lord's hands. He gasped for air, could hear his heartbeat loud and fast in his own ears. It took long seconds for his body to come down again, for the heat to leave his body and for the ability to think to return. When he was finally able to open his eyes again, he found Glorfindel sitting next to him, his fingers still stained with his seed.

"Do you not want to clean what you made dirty?" Glorfindel asked playfully as he brought his fingers up to Legolas's mouth. The young elf flinched back when he felt a finger touch his lips, but Glorfindel did allow him no chance to flee. The fingers pressed against his mouand and finally Legolas had to open it, let the finger pass inside.

"Lick me clean, pen-neth," Glorfindel commanded and waited patiently until Legolas realized the futility of disobedience. Finally the Sindar closed his eyes and began to suck on the finger in his mouth. It tasted strange... warm, salty and a little bitter, not as unpleasant as he would have thought, but... not very nice, either. Still Glorfindel made him take all of his fingers, one after the other, into his mouth and clean them, and then he scooped up the seed on Legolas' belly and offered him that as well. With a soft sob Legolas bent towards his hand and licked it clean, disgusted with himself, with what the Noldor elf must think of him, and yet too afraid of the lord's anger. He no longer even thought of protest when another pair of fingers entered his mouth. Meekly he suckled at them, tasted sweat and salt and Glorfindel and himself while the lord ran his other hand through his hair and sighed admiring words of his beauty into his ear.

tbc...
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pen-neth = young one
saes = please
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7

"I am sorry, my friend, but I need you to ride with the party," Elrond explained. "I do not know if I can trust the rumors, but if they are indeed true and there is a gathering of orcs in the north, I need somebody who is experienced and can command the troops like I would."

"You do not need to apologize!" Glorfindel answered with a laugh. "This is what I have sworn to do, to protect you and yours. Although..." he mused, his expression softening somewhat, "I regret to miss the changes in the youth's body..."

"Ah yes, the Sindar. What is it you want with him?" Elrond asked and shook his head. "I can see what you are doing -- but I do not think that you will succeed. Right now he obeys you because he is alone and scared, and when he has given birth, he will obey because he is afraid for his child... but what when the child is older? He will try to flee and take the child with him, or, when he sees that you treat the child as your rightful heir, he will leave the child to your care and run away alone... And you cannot confine him to your room, you know that he would soon fade away."

Glorfindel sighed. "He is lovely, although he is a Sindar... I could teach him much, but I think he is afraid of himself. Still, I will not let him go. He is mine. He will learn, in time..."

"Who would have thought, after so many years..." Elrond laughed. "Oh yes, you are besotted with that child, Glorfindel! I admit that he is indeed very pleasing to the eye, but surely that cannot be all. There are so many beautiful young elves in Imladris who would gladly be your lover, and yet you never even acknowledged their courting."

"I know that it must seem like folly to you, my friend. And you are right, it is more than just his looks. His company pleases me... he is young yet, very young, and alone and scared. I want to make him trust me, and protect him -- and want him to be mine completely. I can see it in him, so much fear and so much courage... I could take his fear away, if he would just let me."

"Dear friend..." Elrond sighed, his eyes looking at Glorfindel with both affection and amusement. " I cannot see where this is going, although I think that the child might not be able to give you what you think he can give. But I will hope, for your sake..."

Glorfindel smiled at his friend. "We will see, my lord,s his his answer before he got up reluctantly. "I have to pack my things now, if you want us to be well on our way before nightfall. I will leave the little one to your care..."

Elrond nodded and clasped the shoulder of his seneschal, a thoughtful look in his eyes as they followed the golden-haired elf up the stairs that led to his chamber.

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When Glorfindel returned to his room, he quickly gathered the things he would need on such a journey. It did not take a long time, after so many years spent as a warrior, he knew what was needed and what would prove to be just useless weight.

Legolas watched him from the bed where he had been listlessly picking at a plate of sweets when Glorfindel had entered. Although he did not say a word, Glorfindel could feel the youth's eyes on him the entire time, could feel his nervousness and his surprise at Glorfindel's seeming disinterest in him.

Finally, the older elf sighed and stretched. Now he had everything he needed, at least everything out of this room. Others would care for his horse and for food, and he still had an hour left until they would start.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" a voice from the bed asked a bit sullenly.

Glorfindel smiled. "Ah, sweet child, do I hear regret at my departure there? Yes, it is true, I will leave you for some time... there are rumors of orcs in the north, and the lord of Imladris sends me with a troop of his guards to search for the truth of that rumor."

"How long will you stay away?" Legolas asked, his eyes narrowing as he thought about this new information.

"I cannot say... 2 weeks, perhaps, or a month... it depends on what we find. Will you miss me, roch-neth?" Glorfindel teased. When Legolas refused to answer, his smile grew a little more dangerous and he leaned closer, his fingers slowly and threateningly stroking the soft, white skin of Legolas' throat.

"Answer me, little one! Will you not miss me? Will the colt grow wild and rebellious without its master, hmm?"

"I... will not, my lord," Legolas whispered throatily, his eyes wide and scared as he answered Glorfindel's intense gaze.

Glorfindel's hand relaxed. "Alas, I do not believe you, my wild one... but I shall return, and I shall see how you have fared without my guidance. Until then..." he breathed, his hand stealing beneath the blanket and running up a naked, soft thigh, "I hope you will remember me most fondly."

Legolas bit his lip, fighting a soft moan. Glorfindel's smile softened with affection as he coaxed the soft organ to hardness. Only when the slender body was shuddering with longing beneath him did he stop his caresses.
"You are mine, pen-neth, and you will not touch yourself while I am away," he ordered sternly. "Your pleasure is mine to give... do not release your passion thus, or I will have to punish you when I return. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, my lord, " Legolas whispered, his tongue coming out to moisten his lip in a nervous gesture as he used all his strength to resist the temptation of touching himself to end his torment.

Glorfindel laughed and bent down to kiss Legolas, leaving him looking dazed and breathless as he finally retreated. "Oh, I do not think you do, but you will learn, roch-neth nîn..."

Then he left the room, his coat and his sword slung over his shoulder, looking every inch like the fabled warrior about whom songs were sung every day, and left Legolas to his confusion and helpless fight against arousal.

tbc...
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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
roch-neth nîn = my colt
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8

Glorfindel's absence brought new problems for Legolas, problems he had never thought about before. After all, as long as Glorfindel had been with him, Legolas never had to think about what to do, how to behave, what to say. Living with the golden-haired elf had been very easy in that respect -- the only thing he had to do was to obey Glorfindel's orders.
Now life wasn't that easy anymore.

Legolas sighed as he contemplated what would be appropriate behaviour. Was he to continue dining with the Lord of the house, or was he supposed to stay in his room? Was he still allowed to go out into the garden, or would the Noldor elves not grant him that freedom? Would the servants continue to bring him food and clothes, or was he supposed to take care of these things himself?

Legolas felt confused, alone and very scared. Glorfindel might not always be gentle with him, but at least with Glorfindel, he knew his place. Without the lord around, he wasn't so sure anymore...

After he had spent some hours agonizing over these questions, the door finally opened and Elrond came in. The dark-haired elf smiled as he found the youth so obviously troubled.

"Do you miss your master, young one?" he asked and sat down on the bed next to the fragile elf, pretending not to notice the fear in the Sindar's eyes. Slowly he reached out, touched a cheek and marvelled at the soft skin. A slight blush immediately grazed the pale cheeks, but it only served to heighten the innocent beauty of the young elf.
Elrond smiled down at Legolas. "My friend did indeed choose well... you are lovely, pen-neth. It is no wonder he had to have you, you even tempt me."

Legolas eyes widened, he held his breath, obviously scared of what Elrond would do to him now that Glorfindel had left him alone. But Elrond just twirled a strand of Legolas' golden hair around a finger and shook his head, a little bemused.

"Do not worry. I am not that desperate that I would touch the property of a friend without his leave!" he chided. "Glorfindel is a very possessive man, I do not think that you have to fear another's touch -- unless Glorfindel wants to see somebody else play with you. But he is fascinated with you, I cannot see that happening in the near future."
Then he gathered some more strands of the silky hair and braided them quickly but efficiently. Legolas sighed softly, he knew that design. Glorfindel's knots... now he would even have to wear them while the man he apparently belonged to was gone.

"They suit you, pen-neth... but you cannot see the beauty in them yet, can you?" Elrond mused and played with the hair. "I hope that you will learn eventually. You are very lucky, Glorfindel could teach you so many things about yourself, if you would just stop fearing them..."
Then he laughed selfconsciously, shook his head. "I am sorry, pen-neth, that I made you listen to the jumbled thoughts of an old elf. It was not what I came here for. Actually, I wanted to have another look at you. Let me see you," he ordered and pushed the blanket out of the way.

Legolas gasped as he was uncovered so suddenly. He was still naked, since Glorfindel had left him just some hours ago, and that was a lesson Glorfindel had made sure he learned quickly -- to always undress completely before he lay down. Glorfindel liked the knowledge that he would just have to reach out to be able to fully admire the body of the youth, and -- more importantly -- to be able to touch him or take him whenever he desired so.

Legolas was sure that Glorfindel also enjoyed the humiliation this meant for him. Still, until now, Legolas had aways been lucky. Nobody had entered their room while he moved around nude; when the servants came in to bring him food, he had always been covered with a blanket.

Nevertheless, although Elrond had seen him without his clothes numerous times and would have ordered him to strip anyway, he could feel the telltale heat color his cheeks. Lieing in Glorfindel's bed like this, as if he was just waiting for somebody to come and use him... it was no wonder everybody thought him weak or a whore.

Elrond at least did not comment on his blush but began with his now-familiar examination. Legolas squirmed uncomfortably when the Lord's fingers touched his nipples. They were still very sensitive, and at one time, Glorfindel had found out to his delight and to Legolas' complete embarrassment that he could make the young elf come just by playing with them. And now as well Legolas felt his body react to the manipulation. His cock was slowly hardening against his leg, leaving the Sindar utterly mortified at the betrayal of his body.
Elrond simply raised his brows when he became aware of the reaction his touch wrought. "Careful, little one... I do not think Glorfindel would be pleased if you spilled your seed while my hands are on you. And you do want to please him, do you not?"

Legolas moaned and turned his head into a cushion to hide his shame. Elrond chuckled and continued to feel for changes in the young elf's body, until he was finally satisfied.

"I want you to join us for dinner in the evening, I will send a servant when it is time," he told Legolas. "I want to make sure you eat. While a small piece of lembas might be enough to ensure your survival, it is not enough for your child." Then he frowned a little. "It has bfourfour months now that Glorfindel visited the Mirkwood... the sickness should stop very soon now, at least it would with a female. I am not sure which consequences the changes in your body will bring, but you really need to eat more."

"I will try, my lord," Legolas whispered and bowed his head, then sighed in relief when Elrond left the room.

At least one of his problems was solved now, he would have dinner at Elrond's table. Which left him with another problem... the heat between his legs. He whimpered softly as his swollen flesh came into contact with the cool blanket. Without conscious thought, his hips moved in small, circular movements, rubbing himself against the bed while he gasped and moaned softly into the blanket.

It felt... forbidden, which both aroused and angered him. After all, this was his body, his pleasure. What right did Glorfindel have to forbid him this? No right... and he would never know. Legolas would just clean the sheets before the servants could see them.

He shuddered as he began to rub a fingertip against one of his almost unbearably sensitive nipples. Heat shot through his body, pooled between his legs. This was torment, sweetest torment... sweeter than anything Glorfindel had ever given him, because this was the way he wanted it, without any pain, only pleasure... soft, hungry moans filled the room while Legolas continued to writhe on the bed, unil his pleasure finally reached its peak and the sweet heat spilled onto his belly.

Legolas sighed and relaxed back into the cushions. He moved one hand down and traced a path through the sticky wetness there, then brought a finger up to his lips. He stared at it in fascination. When Glorfindel had forced him to do this, he had felt disgusted... what would it feel like now?
He closed his eyes and licked at his finger, then gave a long, shuddering sigh. Why was it that he even had to think about the golden-haired elf when he was finally alone? He should just forget about him, use the time to rest so that he would have some of his strength back when Glorfindel would finally return. He sighed again and wrapped the covers more securely around himself, then finally fell asleep.

Outside his room, Elladan smiled and moved away. The young Sindar had given him a most interesting show... he could understand why Glorfindel had chosen the youth to warm his bed. Although Elladan would not have spoiled the child as much as Glorfindel did. It was a pity that the seneschal was so possessive, someone so pretty should be shared...

tbc...

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pen-neth = young one
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9

Legolas was bored. Glorfindel had been gone for more than three weeks now, and during that time all that Legolas had done was sleep, sit in the garden or force himself to eat.
At first, of course, he had enjoyed being left alone. No duties, no Glorfindel... he was as free as he could possibly be in that situation.
But very soon his opinion of this freedom changed. If there was nobody you could talk to or spend your time with, all that freedom did not mean anything. And very soon he began to wish Glorfindel back, simply to have somebody to talk to. Of course Glorfindel would noty way want to talk with him, but...

No. Legolas groaned and closed his eyes. No, he hadn't so far sunken yet that he would accept Glorfindel's touch as long as he was not alone.

No, he'd rather stay alone for the rest of his life than be touched again by the golden-haired elf. He was not that desperate, was not that weak...

And yet Legolas was missing something which made it impossible for him to rest. He wanted somebody to listen to his songs, he wanted somebody to share his joy at a blooming flower or a new leaf. And although Glorfindel had hurt him so many times, Glorfindel had also sung for him and showed him the place where the birds gathered in the morning for their first song.

Yes, Legolas conceded finally, he did not miss the older elf's cruelty, but he did miss his quiet companionship. That had been what had made his life in Imladris bearable, because without him, Legolas was a prisoner, even outside in the sunlit garden. With Glorfindel... yes, he might be a pet with Glorfindel, but the garden no longer felt like a prison when the golden-haired elf was around.


"All alone?" a soft voice whispered into his ear, and when Legolas spun around, he stared into the amused eyes of Elladan -- or Elrohir. No, Elladan, Legolas thought. It was always Elladan. While Elrohir thought him apparently unworthy to even think about, Elladan always found a way to hurt him with a casual comment during dinner.
Elrohir would never speak with him... this had to be Elladan then, looking to humiliate him further.

"Do you miss Glorfindel so much then?" the deep voice of the Noldo mocked as Legolas did not answer. "I can give you what you need, you just have to ask me!"

Legolas eyes widened as he understood what Elladan was telling him. "No!" he whispered in shock, trying to get up, to get away from this situation as fast as possible, but Elladan would not let him go.Instead he grasped Legolas' wrist, pulled at it none too gently and smiled darkly when Legolas fell back to the ground, sprawling across his lap.

"Ah, I think I like you in this position, little Sindar," he purred, "and you like it, too, do you not?"

"No, please don't!" Legolas gasped and tried to free himself of Elladan's arms, but the dark-haired elf's grip was strong and Legolas could not break free, no matter how hard he tried. Finally he stopped struggling and closed his eyes in despair, breathing hard. Elladan simply smiled and took Legolas' chin in his hand, raised it so he could see his face.
"You're so beautiful once you realize that you are helpless... I think I start to understand what Glorfindel sees in you!" he smiled. Then all of a sudden he pushed Legolas forward so that he laid on the ground on his back with the older elf crouching above him. "Will you not beg me like you beg him, pen-neth?"

Legoas was struggling weakly, his entire body trembling. "Let me go, please..." he begged again, then finally closed his eyes to hold back the tears as Elladan began to nuzzle his neck.

"You will beg, little one, you know that you enjoy this..." the dark-haired elf whispered throatily. With a smirk he focused his attentions on a perfectly sculpted little ear. He licked at it, then carefully nipped at the sensitive tip until soft, helpless little whimpers spilled from Legolas' lips and the slender body was moving restlessly beneath him, trying to fight both Elladan and the desires his actions produced.

"Beg, little one, beg for my touch, beg me to take you!" Elladan whispered feverishly, and Legolas could no longer hold back his tears when he felt Elladan's mouth close over his lips in a rough and hungry kiss. His enraged little gasp was immediately used by Elladan who forced his tongue into the Sindars mouth, investigating and conquering the sweet moist cave. Legolas had to fight against panic. The other elf's taste spread in his mouth, and he felt a disgust so sudden and violent that he finally managed to tear his mouth away. He was coughing and sobbing, still fighting Elladan's grasp and yet no longer sure that he would be able to get away when all of a sudden the other elf's hands loosened their grip around his wrists and took hold of his hair instead.

"Do you like wearing his knots? Do you like being his possession so much?" Elladan mused, a new note of restraint audible in his voice. "He marked you as his... do you really think that you are his possession?"

"Please, just leave me alone!" Legolas begged with a little sob. He was still trying to get away, but Elladan's grip of his hair was too painful.

"Tell me!" Elladan ordered, his eyes burning with heat, with desire and... yes, and also with a strange tension, as if he was waiting for something.

Legolas closed his eyes, his cheeks were burning with his shame as he finally whispered what he had sworn he would never say aloud. "Yes, I am his... please let me go. He did not allow this..."

"Indeed, he did not!" Elladan hissed in anger. "And I think he also did not allow you to pleasure yourself as soon as he had left your room... I wonder what he will have to say about that when he is back! Perhaps I will get to taste the pleasure your body has to offer after all!"

"That will be his decision!" Legolas answered bravely, although his voice was trembling. "Now please let me go!"

Elladan snorted and got up. "Do you really think that you mean someting to him? I have but to ask and you will be mine..."

Legolas bowed his head, unwilling to meet Elladan's eyes, and after a short while Legolas could hear the older elf leave with fast and heavy steps wich betrayed his anger.

With a sigh, Legolas got up and wrapped his arms around his still trembling body. Perhaps he would better stay inside until Glorfindel was back... even the beautiful trees outside lost their appeal if he would have to fear another encounter like this every time he went outside.

tbc...

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pen-neth = young one
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