The secret life

Part 17.2

When Legolas awoke again, he was sitting on a horse in front of his attacker, blindfolded and gagged and his hands bound. His head ached and from the back of it dripped his warm blood. They were riding in a haste. Legolas had no idea how long he had been unconscios, but there had to be a great distance between them and Imladris by now.
Legolas tried to concentrate on his surroundings. He heard the rustle of leaves, cracking of wood and the hoofbeat on muddy ground. They were riding through a forest. He could try to let himself fall off the horse – but to what use would be that. He would be crawling in the dirt, with no chance to escape, most likely he would hurt himself and lose the possibility to flee later...
No – Legolas decided he simply had to wait, where his attacker would take him.


***

Glorfindel closed the door! // Finally alone!// he thought. He looked at his husband with predatory eyes.
“So, hervenn-nîn... If I remember correctly, there was a most interesting promise made tonight. And believe me, I will hold you to that. I will fill you, invade you, crawl into your body, into your heart and soul. I-“
“Findel, I – I told you, I found something about binding nights and Gondolin traditions... I- Would... would you allow me to show you, allow me to take the lead, just this once?”
“You don’t have to be so shy – of course you can show me. I’m yours. Now do with me, whatever you want to... but saes, don’t let me wait any longer!”
And Erestor showed mercy. He took his husbands head in hands and placed his lips on Glorfindel’s. The kiss was deep and sensual. And once Erestor’s tongue touched his, Glorfindel felt his body on fire. It was difficult to restrain himself from throwing Erestor on the bed and simply love him senseless. But he would honor his husband’s wish.
The advisor pushed the blond warrior slowly towards the bed and once there, Erestor pressed his husband into the silken sheets.
With one fluid motion, he was atop the seneschal and grabbed both of Glorfindels’s arms, moved them above his head and before Glorfindel could protest, he found himself tied to the headboard.
Erestor bent down to his husband and whispered in the pointed ear:
“You know, ind-nîn, I found an old Gondolin scroll, speaking of binding tradition. And it says, that in the night after the ceremony the circle between two lovers is to to be completed in every possible way. That is what I want, ind-nîn... “ And while he opened the buttons of Glorfindels robe he whispered in a most seductive voice:
“I. Want. To have. You. Tonight.!”
These words send shivers down Glorfindel’s spine. The idea of submittimg to Erestor was both, arousing and frightening.
“Erestor, meleth, I – I think I want this, but – but... damned, Erestor, I never have done this before. I never submitted to anyone!”
“Shh, ind-nîn, relax. You know I love you. I will make this good for you, I promise. And if you want me to stop at any time, just say a word... Let me do this, Findel – You were the first one making love to me, now let me do the same for you. Let me have you, just this once, saes! I always longed to have you beneath me...”
“Why have you never told me, meleth. Had I known your wishes, then...”
“Shh, don’t speak now – just feel!”
Erestor opened the buttons of his own robe and the dark blue silk slipped off the pale skin. He kissed his husband passionately and every thought fled Glorfindels mind.


***

Elrond walked through the corridors in the family wing. Even the last party guests had retired by now, only a few hours before dawn. He felt quite tired, but as the lord of the valley, he had thought it his duty to stay at the party ‘till the end.
//What a lovely binding ceremony!// He sighed. His mind wandered back to the night, when he and Celebrian had spoken their vows. Oh, how he missed her. He felt old and lost in this house without her, but he knew, the time to sail to the Undying lands had yet to come. He was still needed here.
// One day, meleth-nîn, we will see again and nothing will ever seperate us then.//
While he was on his way to his bedchamber, he passed the door of Elrohirs room and heard strange noises from inside – murmurs and quiet moaning.
//It seems, my ion has found company tonight!// Elrond smiled. But then it came to his mind, that Elladan stayed this night in his twins room. And when he thought back, his eldest had not looked well at the party. And his son’s strange behavior from earlier the day still worried him. Again he heard someone speaking, two almost identical voices could be heard and then, someone screamed out.
//Elladan!// Fearing his son to be hurt, Elrond entered the room without a knock.
The sight, that greeted him, was the last thing, he had expected. He saw two identical bodies, entangled between the dark red sheets, lips pressed together, sweat poured from the heated skin, the unmistakable scent of sex filled the air.
Elladan was the first who saw his father standing in the doorway. He froze in his motion, his eyes became wide and he stared at his father for seconds that seemed like hours for him. Elrohir, who by now noticed their father too, withdraw from his twin and covered them both with a blanket.
“Adar, we...” But the words wouldn’t come to him.
That was when Elladan woke from his trance, jumped from the bed and ran past his father from the room. Elrohir wanted to follow him, but Elrond held him back.
“No adar, saes, let me talk to him, let me go – saes!”
“First you tell me, what it was I’ve just seen.”
“Oh adar – truly...”
“No I mean, is this only about sex or is there more!”
“It’s love adar! True and deep love! We – we even spoke the binding vows tonight... but now, saes Adar, we must find Elladan... NOW, adar!!! I fear, he might do something stupid.”
“You mean, he would...”
“I don’t know, but this always weighed heavy on his mind – the guilt, the feel of failing you... we MUST find him!”
Hearing the desperate tone in his son’s voice, Elrond grew more than worried. Elrohir grabbed a light nightrobe and both elves ran from the room.


***

The same time in another room, Haldir sat on the bed and thought about what Legolas had said. He knew, he had hurt the young prince, but only now he realized how much. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to talk to Legolas now and this time Legolas would listen to him, no matter what!
Haldir took his bow and quiver, a habit of the Galadhrim, he never went outside without his weapons.
He walked down the corridors of the house looking for his prince, but with no idea, where to start his search. In the hall of fire, he saw a young servant, who was already preparing the tables for breakfast.
“Excuse me, can you help me? Do you know pr..eh Legolas? Have you seen him some minutes ago?”
“Yes, I’ve seen him... he went outside with this other soldier – ehh, I believe his name was Sarik or something like that... However, it seemed, the pen-neth was quite drunk, Sarik practical had to carry him outside. I’m not sure, if Legolas was even conscious.”
“Where did they go?”
“I’m not sure, but I think in the direction of the barracks most likely.”
Hearing this, Haldir turned and left quickly towards the barracks. Something wasn’t right, he felt it clearly. Legolas hadn’t been this drunk, when he had been in his room and for sure, he wouldn’t want to spend the night with Sarik!
When he arrived at the barracks, he asked the guards on duty about Sarik, but they told him, the soldier had not returned from the party yet. Haldir ran to the stables and woke the stableboy, who was sleeping in the hay.
“Have you seen Legolas?”
“No, Legolas hadn’t been here tonight. His horse is still there too, the first one over there... why?”
“Is there another horse gone? Had Sarik been here? – SPEAK!”
Haldir grabbed the boy at his shirt and shook him.
“I... I don’t know, I fell asleep and ... I’m sorry.”
Haldir shoved him towards the horses.
“Which one is Sarik’s? Is it still here?”
“It’s the last box on this side... but... damned, it’s gone! When... oh, Sarik must have come here while I slept and...”
But the boy couldn’t finish his words, because Haldir had already ran to his own horse and swung upon its back.
“Alarm the guards- tell them, Legolas had been kidnapped!” he shouted at the boy, when he rode past him. He was in a hurry – he needed to find the tracks as long as they were fresh.

***

The horse halted and Legolas was dragged from its back. He felt a hand on his shoulders and for the first time heard his kidnapper’s voice.
“You can scream, my dear princeling, but it would be to no use- no one will hear you in this place, so save your strenght. You will need it!”
The gag and the blindfold were removed and Legolas faced Sarik.
“What are you up to, Sarik... you know, they will punish you again. Glorfindel will kill you, if you harm me! So what do you want!”
“Nothing, I want nothing from you, ernil-nîn!”
“You know?”
“Oh, yes... our most honored seneschal should rather lock his door, when he’s talking to his dark lover!”
“Again, Sarik – what do you want from me!”
“I already told you, I want nothing. I just thought you might like to meet a new friend of mine... he was a friend of your adar once, I think...”
From behind a tree stepped a dark hooded figure and Legolas blood froze as the man revealed his face and the black eyes, that were filled with pure hatred.
Sarik shoved Legolas to his knees.
“Legolas Thranduilion, meet the mighty istari Rodalan!”

tbc.


Translation:
hervenn-nîn - my husband
saes - please
ind-nîn - my heart
meleth - love
ion - son
adar - father
pen-neth – little one
ernil-nîn - my prince


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Ertia: O my god... I saw I had forgotten to answer you... O sorry, sweetheart! I hope you can forgive me!!! *hangs head in shame* I will make this up to you... name an elf and I will send him to you, clad only in a big red ribbon :)

Carinito: You want the job, you have it!!! But as my new bodyguard it's your first duty, to come here quickly and protect me from missing you!!!

HHS, Anon: Now, it wasn't that difficult to guess, who Legolas attacker is, was it???

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Githoniel