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Chapter 23
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 23/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]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.
As usual I have to thank Calenharn Elflover for her incredibly helpful beta work! :)
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Legolas still had to wait some very long months until the weather was stable enough to make the long trip to Lórien feasible with a young child. Glorfindel used that time to aquaint the prince with the hundreds of maps which were inond'ond's possession, and carefully instructed Legolas in how to use them to plajourjourney. When the day of their departure had finally arrived, Legolas felt that even on his own he should be able to find the way to Lórien without any trouble.
Nevertheless Legolas was anxious at the thought of taking Gîlríon on such a long and possibly also perilous journey. Despite the end of the war, the roads outside of Elrond’s valley were still danger and and Legolas could not bear to even think of the possibility of an orc or warg attack on their little son. Still, now that they were surrounded by the warriors on their horses, that fear seemed unfounded. Glorfindel had taken all possible precautions – in fact, there had been times when even Legolas began to feel exasperated with the extent of Glorfindel's cautious preparations.
To safeguard them against the weather's whims, both he and his son had been given a new cloak made of a he blu blue wool that was lined with the softest white fur. Together with the royal braids, which Glorfindel insisted on for formal occasions like their leave-taking of the Last Homely House and its Lord, Legolas indeed looked like a prince. And with the sword hanging from the belt around his hips he even felt like one, although he still could not believe that Glorfindel had truly gifted him with a weapon. The sword was old and not very impressive at first glance, but Legolas wn lon love with it nevertheless. When Glorfindel had given it to him he had even apologized for being unable to give him a nobler looking weapon, but as Legolas was still slighter than the average youth and had problems handling heavier swords, this was the only suitable blade they had been able to find in the armoury.
During the first days of their journey, the weather was beautiful and Legolas did not need the heavy cloak. For most of the day, Gîlríon was seated before him, with Legolas’ arms firmly around him to prevent him from falling – not because he was afraid that Lainiell would try to unseat them, but because the now almost one year old child possessed a seemingly untiring curiosity for all the animals and plants they encountered on their journey. Legolas was pleased by Gîlríon’s love of Ilúvatar’s creation as it seemed to him a sign of his Sindarin blood, but all the same it proved to be hard work to satisfy their son’s curiosity during the day.
Fortunately all those new impressions made Gîlríon tired. When the day was over, he often fell directly into reverie as soon as camp was made and Legolas had given him his usual fare of mashed fruits with lembas. Then came a time Legolas had begun to look forward to – those warriors that were not on duty to guard the travelling group would gather around the fire to share a meal and to entertain each other with songs and tales.
The company of the other elves and the stories they told fascinated Legolas, and they also kept him from brooding over what his brother’s reaction would be like. He had never been close to Galuron, who had always seemed cold and aloof and had not shown any desire to spend time with his little brother. What would he think now, to see his exiled brother so dependent on Glorfindel and with a small child at his side? And surely being forced to leave his realm and his people to serve as a hostage in Lórien would not have thawed Galuron's feelings towards him...
But this brooding would change nothing, and so Legolas was glad of the distraction the evenings offered him. The first few times, he had felt very awkward, sitting among the warriors around the fire as if he were one of them. He was certain that their opinion of him could not differ very much from what Elladan thought of him, although by now, due to Elrond’s displeasure with any openly voiced insults, most of Imladris’ inhabitants simply ignored him.
Legolas would have preferred to sit at a distance from them, even though he was not very tired yet, but Glorfindel wanted his company and so it came to be that Legolas had spent every evening so far with the warriors around the fire. They did not seem to mind his company – although Legolas ascribed this to Glorfindel’s presence – and their tales captivated him. They painted a picture of a life he had always wished to lead himself, but it had been a long time since he had entertained any fantasies of some day bringing glory to his father or his kingdom.
But there was more to these warriors than just songs – due to the constant threat of death, they used their moments of rest to openly express desire and love without shame. Legolas had soon found out that there were a few couples among the guards, and that nobody seemed to mind if those lovers found pleasure in each other’s arms at night. Apparently it was a commonly accepted habit for a couple to move their bedrolls a little away from the fire – although still close by to the other members of the company, in case of a surprise attack – in order to enjoy each other.
During the first night of their journey, Legolas had been afraid that Glorfindel would want to take him like that. Uneasy and tense with nervousness he had waited for Glorfindel to join him for the night, but when the seneschal had finally lain down next to him, he had only wrapped one arm around him to pull him close, and they had fallen asleep like that. Legolas had been relieved – and yet, over the next few days when he witnessed the pleasures other elves enjoyed, he began to wonder about the reasons for Glorfindel’s uncharacteristic abstinence. Perhaps Glorfindel was too tired after an entire day of bearing the responsibility for the safety of their group? Or perhaps he did not want to lose the respect of his warriors? Yet this reason seemed strange to Legolas – certainly the other elves would not judge Glorfindel for indulging in bodily pleasures when it was an accepted habit for other members of their group...
This evening, the last one before they would be so far up in the mountains that they would encounter snow, saw the heightened passion of one particular pair. Searching for a place that would give them at least a small amount of privacyey hey had lain down behind a small bush which shielded them from the view of the elves gathered around the fire – but they had yet to realize that the bedroll of their seneschal had been laid out only a small distance away.
Glorfindel had sent Legolas to look after Gîlríon, who was still sleeping peacefully, and had also whispered into his ear the order to go and prepare himself with some oil. This made Legolas both anxious and excited – anxious, because this was the first time that Glorfindel had expressed the desire to take him since they had started on this journey, and Legolas felt ashamed at the thought of all the other elves being able to listen to their sounds and guess just exactly what they were doing under their blanket. Yet he also was excited because Glorfindel had given him a deep, hungry kiss that had left him hard and aching for the lord’s skillful touch before sending him off.
And now, just when Legolas had pulled his leggings off and slipped beneath the blankets to ready himself with his fingers for Glorfindel’s attentions, the two elves had settled behind that bush just a horse’s length away without noticing him.
At first they were trying to be silent and only soft sighs and gasps reached Legolas’ ears, but soon Legolas found to his utter mortification that they liked to talk during their loveplay. And their talk did not only consist of breathless pleas, no – Legolas could hear his own name coming from the lips of one elf.
“Did you see our captain today? He looked ready to jump his little prince right there at the fire!”
Legolas swallowed and looked around to make sure that nobody was close enough to hear what they were saying. Glorfindel was still talking to those who would keep watch during the night – Ellonúr had as usual offered to take the first watch, keeping apart not only from Glorfindel but also from the other warriors – and Legolas was once again reminded what the lord had demanded of him. His face reddened when he pushed one oiled finger into himself after he had made sure that the blanket hid his actions from view.
Then another groan disturbed the silence. “Oh, I would have liked to have seen that – certainly Glorfindel is as magnificient in loveplay as he is at weaponplay!”
“Oh, believe me, Fairion, he is!” the first elf said and chuckled, then moaned. “And his weapon is magnificient, too – no need to be jealous of the captain’s little love, I’m sure you’ll hear him scream tonight. But first I will make you scream...”
Legolas took a deep breath, wriggling uncomfortably. He was still hard... he only hoped that those two would be finished and gone before Glorfindel returned.
For a moment there was some rustling of leaves and dry branches, then the moans started again. “Aiya, please, more... touch me!” Fairion pleaded, then whimpered. “Ai, to think of our captain taking possession of that sweet little thing... what I would not give to see that!”
The other elf growled softly. “Like that idea, do you? That pretty, pale youth helpless beneath our captain, all vulnerable and afraid and yet forced to submissively accept him because our lord Glorfindel is so much stronger.... mmmh, he must be delicious! Think about it, how the young one must feel when he is taken, filled by our lord beyond what he thinks he can endure...”
Fairion whimpered and then there was more rustling before soft moans could be heard. “Please Laindir... move!” he begged, “I need you!”
Laindir groaned, and then there was a moment of silence where only the sounds of lovemaking could be heard.
“Once we’re in Lórien, I’ll take you that way!” Laindir gasped. “Like Glorfindel does with his prince!” A moan answered him, breathless and needy, and he growled. “You’ll be my little captive... and I’ll do with you whatever I want!”
Fairion cried out; apparently the picture his lover’s words painted had been enough to make him reach his climax. Legolas as well was seeing himself beneath Glorfindel, just like the elf had described – and although he was flushed with shame he still had one finger deep inside himself, while his other hand rested between his legs, squeezing around his member which was achingly hard and already moist with the first drops of his essence.
The two elves were both still trying to calm their fast and noisy breathing while Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep from spilling himself, yet unable to stop touching his heated flesh as he imagined Glorfindel taking him so. Then he opened his eyes again, only to find himself face to face with the golden-haired lord.
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Part: 23/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]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.
As usual I have to thank Calenharn Elflover for her incredibly helpful beta work! :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas still had to wait some very long months until the weather was stable enough to make the long trip to Lórien feasible with a young child. Glorfindel used that time to aquaint the prince with the hundreds of maps which were inond'ond's possession, and carefully instructed Legolas in how to use them to plajourjourney. When the day of their departure had finally arrived, Legolas felt that even on his own he should be able to find the way to Lórien without any trouble.
Nevertheless Legolas was anxious at the thought of taking Gîlríon on such a long and possibly also perilous journey. Despite the end of the war, the roads outside of Elrond’s valley were still danger and and Legolas could not bear to even think of the possibility of an orc or warg attack on their little son. Still, now that they were surrounded by the warriors on their horses, that fear seemed unfounded. Glorfindel had taken all possible precautions – in fact, there had been times when even Legolas began to feel exasperated with the extent of Glorfindel's cautious preparations.
To safeguard them against the weather's whims, both he and his son had been given a new cloak made of a he blu blue wool that was lined with the softest white fur. Together with the royal braids, which Glorfindel insisted on for formal occasions like their leave-taking of the Last Homely House and its Lord, Legolas indeed looked like a prince. And with the sword hanging from the belt around his hips he even felt like one, although he still could not believe that Glorfindel had truly gifted him with a weapon. The sword was old and not very impressive at first glance, but Legolas wn lon love with it nevertheless. When Glorfindel had given it to him he had even apologized for being unable to give him a nobler looking weapon, but as Legolas was still slighter than the average youth and had problems handling heavier swords, this was the only suitable blade they had been able to find in the armoury.
During the first days of their journey, the weather was beautiful and Legolas did not need the heavy cloak. For most of the day, Gîlríon was seated before him, with Legolas’ arms firmly around him to prevent him from falling – not because he was afraid that Lainiell would try to unseat them, but because the now almost one year old child possessed a seemingly untiring curiosity for all the animals and plants they encountered on their journey. Legolas was pleased by Gîlríon’s love of Ilúvatar’s creation as it seemed to him a sign of his Sindarin blood, but all the same it proved to be hard work to satisfy their son’s curiosity during the day.
Fortunately all those new impressions made Gîlríon tired. When the day was over, he often fell directly into reverie as soon as camp was made and Legolas had given him his usual fare of mashed fruits with lembas. Then came a time Legolas had begun to look forward to – those warriors that were not on duty to guard the travelling group would gather around the fire to share a meal and to entertain each other with songs and tales.
The company of the other elves and the stories they told fascinated Legolas, and they also kept him from brooding over what his brother’s reaction would be like. He had never been close to Galuron, who had always seemed cold and aloof and had not shown any desire to spend time with his little brother. What would he think now, to see his exiled brother so dependent on Glorfindel and with a small child at his side? And surely being forced to leave his realm and his people to serve as a hostage in Lórien would not have thawed Galuron's feelings towards him...
But this brooding would change nothing, and so Legolas was glad of the distraction the evenings offered him. The first few times, he had felt very awkward, sitting among the warriors around the fire as if he were one of them. He was certain that their opinion of him could not differ very much from what Elladan thought of him, although by now, due to Elrond’s displeasure with any openly voiced insults, most of Imladris’ inhabitants simply ignored him.
Legolas would have preferred to sit at a distance from them, even though he was not very tired yet, but Glorfindel wanted his company and so it came to be that Legolas had spent every evening so far with the warriors around the fire. They did not seem to mind his company – although Legolas ascribed this to Glorfindel’s presence – and their tales captivated him. They painted a picture of a life he had always wished to lead himself, but it had been a long time since he had entertained any fantasies of some day bringing glory to his father or his kingdom.
But there was more to these warriors than just songs – due to the constant threat of death, they used their moments of rest to openly express desire and love without shame. Legolas had soon found out that there were a few couples among the guards, and that nobody seemed to mind if those lovers found pleasure in each other’s arms at night. Apparently it was a commonly accepted habit for a couple to move their bedrolls a little away from the fire – although still close by to the other members of the company, in case of a surprise attack – in order to enjoy each other.
During the first night of their journey, Legolas had been afraid that Glorfindel would want to take him like that. Uneasy and tense with nervousness he had waited for Glorfindel to join him for the night, but when the seneschal had finally lain down next to him, he had only wrapped one arm around him to pull him close, and they had fallen asleep like that. Legolas had been relieved – and yet, over the next few days when he witnessed the pleasures other elves enjoyed, he began to wonder about the reasons for Glorfindel’s uncharacteristic abstinence. Perhaps Glorfindel was too tired after an entire day of bearing the responsibility for the safety of their group? Or perhaps he did not want to lose the respect of his warriors? Yet this reason seemed strange to Legolas – certainly the other elves would not judge Glorfindel for indulging in bodily pleasures when it was an accepted habit for other members of their group...
This evening, the last one before they would be so far up in the mountains that they would encounter snow, saw the heightened passion of one particular pair. Searching for a place that would give them at least a small amount of privacyey hey had lain down behind a small bush which shielded them from the view of the elves gathered around the fire – but they had yet to realize that the bedroll of their seneschal had been laid out only a small distance away.
Glorfindel had sent Legolas to look after Gîlríon, who was still sleeping peacefully, and had also whispered into his ear the order to go and prepare himself with some oil. This made Legolas both anxious and excited – anxious, because this was the first time that Glorfindel had expressed the desire to take him since they had started on this journey, and Legolas felt ashamed at the thought of all the other elves being able to listen to their sounds and guess just exactly what they were doing under their blanket. Yet he also was excited because Glorfindel had given him a deep, hungry kiss that had left him hard and aching for the lord’s skillful touch before sending him off.
And now, just when Legolas had pulled his leggings off and slipped beneath the blankets to ready himself with his fingers for Glorfindel’s attentions, the two elves had settled behind that bush just a horse’s length away without noticing him.
At first they were trying to be silent and only soft sighs and gasps reached Legolas’ ears, but soon Legolas found to his utter mortification that they liked to talk during their loveplay. And their talk did not only consist of breathless pleas, no – Legolas could hear his own name coming from the lips of one elf.
“Did you see our captain today? He looked ready to jump his little prince right there at the fire!”
Legolas swallowed and looked around to make sure that nobody was close enough to hear what they were saying. Glorfindel was still talking to those who would keep watch during the night – Ellonúr had as usual offered to take the first watch, keeping apart not only from Glorfindel but also from the other warriors – and Legolas was once again reminded what the lord had demanded of him. His face reddened when he pushed one oiled finger into himself after he had made sure that the blanket hid his actions from view.
Then another groan disturbed the silence. “Oh, I would have liked to have seen that – certainly Glorfindel is as magnificient in loveplay as he is at weaponplay!”
“Oh, believe me, Fairion, he is!” the first elf said and chuckled, then moaned. “And his weapon is magnificient, too – no need to be jealous of the captain’s little love, I’m sure you’ll hear him scream tonight. But first I will make you scream...”
Legolas took a deep breath, wriggling uncomfortably. He was still hard... he only hoped that those two would be finished and gone before Glorfindel returned.
For a moment there was some rustling of leaves and dry branches, then the moans started again. “Aiya, please, more... touch me!” Fairion pleaded, then whimpered. “Ai, to think of our captain taking possession of that sweet little thing... what I would not give to see that!”
The other elf growled softly. “Like that idea, do you? That pretty, pale youth helpless beneath our captain, all vulnerable and afraid and yet forced to submissively accept him because our lord Glorfindel is so much stronger.... mmmh, he must be delicious! Think about it, how the young one must feel when he is taken, filled by our lord beyond what he thinks he can endure...”
Fairion whimpered and then there was more rustling before soft moans could be heard. “Please Laindir... move!” he begged, “I need you!”
Laindir groaned, and then there was a moment of silence where only the sounds of lovemaking could be heard.
“Once we’re in Lórien, I’ll take you that way!” Laindir gasped. “Like Glorfindel does with his prince!” A moan answered him, breathless and needy, and he growled. “You’ll be my little captive... and I’ll do with you whatever I want!”
Fairion cried out; apparently the picture his lover’s words painted had been enough to make him reach his climax. Legolas as well was seeing himself beneath Glorfindel, just like the elf had described – and although he was flushed with shame he still had one finger deep inside himself, while his other hand rested between his legs, squeezing around his member which was achingly hard and already moist with the first drops of his essence.
The two elves were both still trying to calm their fast and noisy breathing while Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep from spilling himself, yet unable to stop touching his heated flesh as he imagined Glorfindel taking him so. Then he opened his eyes again, only to find himself face to face with the golden-haired lord.
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