Cuil Eden

Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 22/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
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.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues

Beta by Calenharn Elflover and Gabby, thanks so much for all your work! :)

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las las was panting, his breath a white cloud hanging in the cold air. Winter had finally arrived and the valley was covered with snow, yet that did not stop Thalaron from driving his students even harder. Only some weeks ago had Legolas finally been allowed to join the other youth in their training fights, and although in the beginning he had feared that they would use this opportunity to hurt or disgrace him, it had gone amazingly welartlartly that was something he had to thank Glorfindel for, as the seneschal was now often present on the training ground. On the other hand, Thalaron usually punished any behaviour that was meant to humiliate, either with even harder training, or else with a duel against himself - one that inevitably ended with the culprit lying defeated and aching on the ground.

Today once again Glorfindel arrived near the end of their training session to watch Legolas’ progress. While the young Sinda had again lost to the Noldorin youth he was partnered with, his defensive moves as well as the occasional attack showed how much he had profited from Thalaron’s teaching. Glorfindel clearly saw the influence of Thalaron in Legolas’ movements and gave the captain an acknowledging nod while the youths gathered their equipment and then left the training field together with the older warrior. Legolas was the only one to stay behind, still sweaty and out of breath as he curiously looked at his lord.

“That was good, pen neth, I can see that you are getting much better!” Legolas smiled, then yelped in surprise when Glorfindel grabbed a handful of his hair to pull him into a demanding kiss. “And now I am hungry... for you, little one. Do you even know how delectable you look when you are fighting? It is a pity Thalaron does not really see your beauty, otherwise you could use it to your advantage in a fight!” Glorfindel laughed when Les bls blushed, and then pulled him forward until they reached a group of trees and bushes which would hide them from view.

There Glorfindel pushed Legolas up against one of the trees so that Legolas had to embrace the rough, frozen trunk with his arms. “So, roch neth nín, what do you think I should do with you? We are alone here... I could do anything I want with you, and nobody would notice!”

Legolas shuddered. “Please, my lord... what if Thalaron returns, or one of the other youths? Please let me go, my lord...”

“Ah, but do not forget that I can feel you tremble, my pretty one – are you excited, I wonder?” Glorfindel smiled when he realized that it was arousal as much as fear that made Legolas’ heart beat faster. “Perhaps you would even like it if somebody were to see you like this, surrendering to me...”

“No!” Legolas gasped, growing harder with every word that was whispered into his ear. Glorfindel was now opening the lacing of his leggings with barely suppressed impatience, tugging so hard that Legolas was afraid that the cloth would give any moment and force him to return to their rooms half naked.

Finally Glorfindel succeeded and pulled the leggings down with an impatient growl, then opened his own ties so that his hard flesh sprang free. He laughed when he forced Legolas’ thighs apart with his legs, excited by the thought of taking the prince like this. Legolas’ pale buttocks were bared to him, smooth and unblemished and far too tempting... He gripped them, kneading the yielding flesh until Legolas whimpered and then pulled them apart to reveal the tight, rosy entrance. "Have you prepared yourself for me this morning?" Glorfindel breathed into Legolas' ear. He rubbed himself against Legolas’ cleft, the slick tip already nudging the youth’s opening.

Legolas shuddered and tightened his grip on the tree. “Yes, I have...” he answered breathlessly and then moaned when Glorfindel’s shaft forced itself into him. Legolas was hard, and feeling Glorfindel’s thickness sliding into him, slowly and insistently taking possession of him, was enough to make him forget any fears about being discovered. He whimpered, helpless against the wave of ecstasy that rushed through him when Glorfindel was fully sheathed, with the head of his erection pressing against that place deep within him.

“Please!” Legolas begged, then whimpered again, louder this time, when Glorfindel’s hands holding his hips forced him to stay motionless.

“Be silent!” Glorfindel growled into his ear and punished him with a light bite to the sensitive tip. “Or do you want someone to observe us after all?”

Legolas shook his head and rested his cheek against the rough bark of the tree, panting when Glorfindel pulled back and then pushed deep into him again. The Noldo quickly build up a hard and fast rhythm, groaning as he repeatedly drove himself in the youth’s tightness, while Legolas tried to stifle his moans against one of his arms.

With each of Glorfindel’s forceful thrusts Legolas was pushed against the tree so that his own hardness rubbed against the rough bark. It was not very comfortable, but Legolas was so aroused that the painful contact with the tree only increased the lust he felt.

It did not take long until they both came, Glorfindel spilling himself with a deep groan inside Legolas’ heated flesh, while the youth’s release dripped down the tree’s frozen bark. Glo Glorfindel sighed in satisfaction. “Dress yourself,” he finally said when he had pulled out of Legolas and tied his leggings. “And you need a bath... I can smell myself on you. It would not do to take you to dinner like this.”

Later that day, when it was time to join Elrond at his table, Glorfindel had another surprise for Legolas. Thalaron was sitting next to them, which made Legolas blush when he thought about what the warrior might have seen only some hours ago. Ellonúr was there as well, as was usual since his return from captivity. While he had been acting rather cold towards them since Glorfindel’s decision to not resume their former relations, he had nevertheless refrained from pursuing the seneschal’s affections since the events that had transpired in the Hall of Fire.

The only one who was missing was Elladan, who had joined a patrol to search for orcs - something he was doing far more often than his father liked, ever since his twin had left for Mirkwood. But Legolas was glad of it – without Elladan, dinner at Elrond’s table was almost peaceful, as even those who still hated the young Sinda would never show signs of it in Elrond’s presence.

“Legolas,” the Lord of the Last Homely House now addressed him, “a rider arrived from Mirkwood today, bringing me messages from my son. There is also a letter for you from your brother Celeirdúr.”

Legolas immediately sat up taller and smiled brightly when the lord handed him the letter. Glorfindel rested a hand on his shoulder, idly playing with a strand of hair, and began to discuss training schedules with Thalaron and Ellonúr. Legolas was strangely pleased by this display of trust. After all it would be well within Glorfindel’s rights to take the letter from him and read it through first to see if there was any dangerous content in his brother’s writings.

Instead Glorfindel went on talking about which route and what escort would be advisable for the next journey to Lórien, once the spring sun melted the snow and ice that made such a journey inadvisable for all but the most urgent messages. Usually the talk of journeys and patrols fascinated Legolas, who had never left Mirkwood apart from the desperate ride to Imladris. But that journey had not been for pleasure; he had been so afraid at that time, weak with hunger and grieved from suffering his father's condemnation, that he could remember little of the lands he had crossed during that long journey.

At that moment, however, the lure of hearing from his brother was far stronger than his curiosity about other realms, and so he did not listen to Glorfindel’s planning. Instead he hurriedly read through the lines Celeirdúr had penned, only to sigh softly when he arrived at his brother’s signature. Again he read through it, this time more slowly, savoring the news his brother brought and soaking up the words that spoke of the affection his brother still felt for him. However, there was no mention of their father, and Legolas knew that Thranduil still had not forgiven him – and probably never would.

Legolas sighed again and resolved not to brood about it anymore. Instead he tried to be happy about Celeirdúr’s questions about his young nephew, and dreamed of a time when his older brother might actually hold Gîlríon in his arms.

“Good news, Legolas?” Elrond asked with a tentative smile. Although his friendship with his seneschal was slowly mending, they were still not as close as they had once been. And so until now, Elrond had kept his distance from Legolas, to avoid putting further strain on the trust he was working to regain.

“Yes, my lord,” Legolas answered politely. “My brother is well...”

“That is good, then,” Elrond said with a sigh. No doubt he was thinking of his own son, now living far away at Thranduil’s court in Mirkwood as a hostage to ensure the peace. Legolas knew that Elrond deeply regretted the necessity of this arrangement. The Peredhel had told Glorfindel that he not only missed his son, but that he was also concerned about the other twin. It was becoming more and more obvious that Elrohir's absence was affecting Elladan, who grew more unsettled with every passing day. "

“At my request, Elrohir has sent me some scrolls he has copied, notes of healers who have dealt with male fertility before. He said that your brother helped him to obtain them, as all records of this nature are kept hidden by your father’s orders. That was truly very helpful, Legolas; I hope to find some information which will make it easier for you should you bear another child. Perhaps I will even find some way to prevent you from getting pregnant again too soon... if Glorfindel wishes this, of course.”

Legolas blushed. He was not comfortable to have his fertility talked about at the table, but he was grateful that his brother had gone against his father’s orders to help him. After Celeirdúr had been captured and brought to Imladris, Legolas had feared for a while that his oldest brother would never be able to forgive him. However, it now seemed that although Elladan's torture of him had brought his hatred for the Noldor to new heights, Celeirdúr had at least been partly able to overcome his loathing if he had cooperated with Elrohir.

“That is indeed good news, Elrond,” Glorfindel interjected. “I do not want Legolas to go through another pregnancy again so soon, so it would be best to wait another year or two. I do not want to risk harming him, though I would love more children. Gîl should not grow up alone.”

Legolas sighed, and Glorfindel could feel that the young Sinda did not share his enthusiasm. Still, Legolas loved their son more than anything, and Glorfindel was certain that he would love another child just as much, should the time come. Nevertheless, that time had not yet arrived, and in the meantime Glorfindel knew something which would restore his spirits...

“We have decided, Elrond... There will be twenty of us, which should be more than enough should we encounter orcs on our way. I want to take five of the younger guards so that they will get some experience, and the rest will be my most trusted warriors, to ensure your daughter’s safety.”

Elrond nodded. “We can talk about the route you have planned in more detail tomorrow, but you know that I trust in your abilities to protect Arwen. Nevertheless, the journey to Lórien is not short, and even if you wait until all the snow has melted you might yet still encounter late storms. Take more warriors with you, Glorfindel, even if it will slow your speed – the younger and inexperienced members of your party will be especially grateful for that, and you yourself might enjoy it as well to have some time for yourself. Also, I want you to take Ellonúr with you – he desires the counsel of the Lady of the Golden Wood, and his sword will be a valuable asset.”

Legolas looked at Glorfindel who did not seem very happy about that addition to his plans, but refrained from commenting on it as Ellonúr was sitting just across the table. And Legolas was not happy either – on the contrary, right now his emotions wavered between being angry, feeling betrayed the the very simple fear of being left alone in the realm of his enemies. Why did Glorfindel have to do this to him, and to their son? If he left for a journey to Lórien and back, it might be months before he returned...

“What do you say, Legolas?” Glorfindel inquired. “Would you like to see the Golden Wood, and sleep under a sky of mellyrn leaves?”

Legolas stared at him in shock. “You want to take me with you?” he breathed while a smile spread over his face at the thought of seeing that fabled realm. But then another realization came. “What about Gîlríon? I cannot leave him alone for so long...”

“You can take him with you,” Elrond stated calmly. “He will be old enough for such a journey, and you will travel slowly under heavy guard. It was Glorfindel’s idea, and I think that he is right... You will enjoy the Golden Wood, and you might like to see your brother Galuron again, who will then have the chance to meet his nephew.”

Legolas looked questioningly at Glorfindel, who nodded with a smile, then laughed out loud when Legolas threw his arms around his neck. “Of course I would like that, my lord! Thank you!”

“Then work hard, little one, so that we can give you a sword of metal and not of wood for the journey!” Glorfindel said and pressed an affectionate kiss to the brow of the youth.

“I promise, my lord, I will do my best!” Legolas answered, already dreaming about the realm he had so far only visited in books, while Glorfindel once more turned to discuss the military aspects of the journey.

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pen neth - little one
roch neth nín - my colt
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