Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 30/?
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.

I've now finally managed to put my little homepage online, it's at http://www.loes-valthen.de.vu
Take a look at it -- you'll find an interlude for Anestel there which Ophirianne has written, centering on Celeirdúr's night in Glorfindel's bed. *g*

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One look at Legolas was enough to tell Glorfindel that something must have happened. It was not just the fact that his robe was so torn that Legolas had to use one hand to hold it up to cover his body, no, Glorfindel could see the panic in his eyes. Real panic, something Glorfindel had seen far too often on the battle field when an inexperienced youngster stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at a slayed foe or the blood running from a deep wound in his belly.

Two quick steps and he drew Legolas into his arms, the plate with the small cakes forgotten as it fell to the floor. "What happened?" he asked and was answered by the tensing of the slender body. Then, with a violent shudder, Legolas relaxed against him, his head with the tousled golden hair coming to rest against Glorfindel's shoulder while his arms cradled their child even closer against his chest.

"Legolas...?"

But the Sindar did not answer, could not. Tears ran down his cheeks and were soaked up by the soft velvet of Glorfindel's robe, but Legolas made no sound, no sob told of his distress, only the silent tears while he shuddered in Glorfindel's arms. And he could not speak, could not tell Glorfindel what he thought because the only thing in his head right now was an immense feeling of safety. Being in Glorfindel's arms meant being safe, being protected, and he dimly wondered just exactly when he had come to accept that Glorfindel would let nobody else harm him. Because after all that knowledge was there, deep inside his thoughts, warming his shaking body with its traitorous heat and bringing a blush to his tear-stained face as he realized how deep his weakness really went. To run to your tormentor, your captor for protection and safety... perhaps the elves had been right after all when they called him a whore. His struggle against Glorfindel had been shortlived indeed, and he was slowly and painfully learning that there were no limits to the submission Glorfindel asked of him -- and which he would give so very eagerly.

He hid his bitter smile against Glorfindel's shoulder. He had lived the past month as a pretty little plaything, what difference would it make to once more submit to Glorfindel? No, where was the use in fighting now when Glorfindel above all knew him for the weak and needy child he was?

"They tried to... to hurt me. I'm sorry..." he whispered painfully, not really sure why he apologised but feeling the need for it nevertheless. Somehow Glorfindel always made him feel like he should apologise, for troubling the Noldo, for failing to please him, for being so weak, for... being unable to make the Noldo proud.

Legolas closed his eyes. When had that happened? When had he begun to feel the need to make Glorfindel look at him with pride and satisfaction?

"Are you hurt? And our son?" Glorfindl carefully touch Gîlríon's small cheek with a finger, then rested that same hand against Legolas' cheek.

"No, he's fine and I am as well," Legolas reassured him quickly. He even managed a small smile at the concern in Glorfindel's voice, but that vanished just as fast as it had appeared when he felt Glorfindel tense and turn to face the door which opened to the garden. Legolas turned with him, and just as he had thought, there were the two elves which had assaulted him in the garden.

"Hírion! Tauron!" Glorfindel said icily, and although his voice was calm, anger was burning deeply in his eyes. The two young elves stared at him in horror, apparently they had not thought that they would find the seneschal together with their former prey.

"What exactly has happened here?" Glorfindel asked, pronouncing each word with an almost dangerous seeming slowness.

The taller of the two was the first to speak. "We were following his horse, it had wandered into the garden, and there we found him. I am sorry, My Lord," and the look of embarrassment on his face seemed so real that Legolas felt a terrible rage build inside of him, "but he tried to entice us. We did not want to cause any trouble, but he was very... obvious in what he wanted from us. We would of course never damage your property, but the way the whore threw himself at us, it was very hard to hold him off."

Legolas paled. Of course, they had told him that this was what they would tell Glorfindel, but to actually hear them tell these horrible lies about himself... he tried to speak, to tell Glorfindel that it was not true, but found that no sound came over his lips. Instead he felt his body begin to tremble anew, and he felt ashamed for his weakness. Helplessly he raised his eyes to look into Glorfindel's face, but the rage he found there made him flinch back with fear.

"How dare you!" Glorfindel hissed, and for a few long, agonizing seconds Legolas thought that he believed their lies. "How dare you," Glorfindel repeated, "lie to me, and about a thing such as this? Do you not know who I am? Have you no respect for me and what is mine?"

"But --" the smaller elf began. His face had paled and little drops of sweat started to appear on his forehead.

"No!" Glorfindel interrupted. "Do not make your situation worse. No more lies! Do you really think I cannot see what has happened here?"

"They said that you would not believe the word of a dirty Sindar slave over your fellow Noldor," Legolas said softly and immediately found himself the recipient of two glares full of hate.

Glorfindel shook his head, staring at them both for a long time. Finally he pulled Legolas closer to himself and wrapped an arm around his waist. "This one, here, he knows what I am capable of. You two, you know neither me nor him. He is a prince of Mirkwood, I have barely tamed him to my touch. I very much doubt that he would 'entice' you. You two, though... I know you. And yes, Hírion, I know what Elladan has told you! That this one here is the reason Elrohir had to go to Mirkwood! He isn't... but even if he were, that would not give you the excuse to hurt him! He is mine, and nobody touches what is mine, do you understand me? Never - ever - touch him again!"

The smaller one quickly nodded, his lower lip was trembling and he looked at Glorfindel with such horror as if he was afraid the Lord would get his sword and slay him like he did the balrog. The taller elf on the other hand, Hírion, was sneering and watched with contempt the way Legolas turned into Glorfindel's touch.

"That Sindar whore has bewitched you, can't you see that! How can you protect that, that *thing*? He isn't even a real prince, look at him! Bearing you a child, he's more a princess than a prince!"

"He is mine," Glorfindel repeated, and this time the threat in his voice was enough to silence even Hílrion. "Touch him again, and you will find yourself facing a duel with me. Now go and never enter this garden again, or I shall tell Elrond that you two have violated Imladris' law."

Tauron, the smaller elf, was gone as soon as Glorfindel had finished speaking, but Hírion stayed a few seconds longer to once more glare at Legolas until the Sindar turned away from the contempt in his eyes. Only when he heard the receding footsteps did he look up again and found Glorfindel watch him with what almost seemed like concern.

Legolas sighed and rested his forehead against Glorfindel's chest, right where the strong heart beat beneath the skin. "I am tired," he said softly. "Can I sleep a little?"

Glorfindel nodded and carefully took their son from Legolas' arms to place him into the beautifully carved wooden crib which stood next to the window. When he returned to the bed he found Legolas had already crawled beneath the covers and was regarding him with an expression he could not quite place. There was exhaustion, sadness and insecurity, and when Glorfindel sat down on the bed, he thought he had also caught a glimpse of wonder. It was enough to make him draw Legolas into his arms and hold him, the warm weight relaxing against him after some minutes when sleep took the tired youth.

tbc...