Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 31/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@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.

Sorry, this took a little longer, RL was interfering. *sigh*

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Legolas felt wonderful. He was warm, the air around him carried the scent of flowers and green grass, an arm around his waist held him close to a warm body...
A strong, steady heartbeat beneath his cheek wanted to lull him back to sleep, but something was tickling his nose. He wriggled a little, trying to escape whatever it was that caused that ticklish sensation, but the only thing he managed to do was to make those arms around him pull him closer.

Finally, with an annoyed sigh, he opened his eyes and found his view hindered by a curtain of brilliantly golden hair. Not his own hair -- his own hair was straight and silky, a pale gold like anar's first rays in the morning, but the hair directly in front of his eyes was bright like the flowers heralding the arrival of spring in the garden, thick and slightly wavy... No, there was no doubt whose hair was tickling him, and indeed when Legolas lazily moved a hand to part the golden curtain he found the deep, blue eyes of Glorfindel watching him.

"Do you feel better now, roch-neth?" egolegolas sighed when the question brought back the memories of the two Noldor harassing him. Nevertheless he nodded and tried a small smile which was answered by an even brighter smile on Glorfindel's lips and then a gentle, deep kiss which managed to stop all thoughts at least for a short time.

"Did you... did you mean what you said?" Legolas finally asked. His voice ws soft and a little uncertain since he did not know how Glorfindel would react to that question, but still he simply had to know.

"What do you mean? That I would protect you?"

Legolas nodded, his eyes curious and unguarded as they watched the Noldo.

"Ah, but of course I will protect you! You should know that, pen-neth! I will never allow somebody else to touch you; I will kill anybody who hurts you."

"Because I am yours," Legolas stated softly.

Glorfindel nodded slowly, taking in the way the youth was still resting against him as relaxed as if they were discussing poetry. Perhaps Legolas was finally beginning to accept it? "Of course. Elrond told you, I am a very possessive man -- and you are precious to me. I will not allow you to come to harm."

"And yet you have hurt me so often..." Legolas breathed, then flinched as he realized what he had said.

Glorfindel only laughed. "Ah, sweet prince, you are still so innocent... I take what is mine, yes. But do you not feel pleasure when I show you that you belong to me? Is my touch not different from that of those youths?"

Legolas blushed and averted his eyes. Glorfindel was right... wasn't he? No matter how much he protested, in the end he would be writhing beneath the strong body of the Noldo, moaning and begging for more. It was no wonder then that they called him a whore...

"Ah, do not feel ashamed!" Glorfindel's hand combed through Legolas' hair, then tipped his chin up to look at him. "You are so very young... you have no idea yet what it is you want, or what you need. Roch-neth alag nin..." He breathed the pet name into the golden tresses. "Just like the Rohirrim tame the wild colts in the spring... they might resent the feel of the bridle in the beginning, but soon they will grow used to the touch of their master. And in the end, when horse and rider form one unit, the animal will trust its master and submit to his orders, carrying him with pride and grace."

"But this is not our way!" Legolas protested. "We ask the horses, and they give their service to us freely, as equals!"

"Yes, but men do not have that ability, they cannot ask their horses. And would you then deny him their mounts? Even the proud stallion which carries their king was once a wild and distrustful yearling which had to be broken to the saddle. And yet, despite the pain it had to experience from the hand of its master, it learned to obey and ultimately to trust."

Legolas shook his head. There was logic in what Glorfindel said, and yet... something bothered him, although he could not express in words what it was. "I am... not an animal," he whispered finally.

"No, but you are a child. You do not know what you need."

"And you know?" Legolas said bitterly, turning his head to the side to escape Glorfindel's touch.

The Noldo only laughed, a soft, amused laughter which was so intimate that it made Legolas' shudder with anticipation against his will.

"Yes, I know.. shall I show you?" Then, with a lazy smile, Glorfindel's fingertips drew a circle around one of Legolas' nipples, teasing the rosy skin with only the lightest of touches until the nub stiffened under his fingers and Legolas' head fell back onto a cushion. Despite his intention to show Glorfindel that he was wrong he could not resist the pleasure the gentle touch brought him. His eyelids fluttered closed, his lips slightly parted and very soon he was making mewling sounds like a small kitten, desperately aroused by Glorfindel's attentions. And Glorfindel relished this as well, the way he knew exactly how to make this body beneath him experience pleasure until Legolas forgot all about resistance and pleaded for more.

Glorfindel bathed the nipple with his tongue, then blew against it. It made Legolas gasp and buck upwards while his hands twisted in Glorfindel's golden tresses to hold that mouth there where it brought him pleasure.

"See? This is what you want, is it not?" Glorfindel asked against the hot skin and then pulled at the swollen nipple with his lips, suckling until he could taste the sweet white liquid on his tongue.

Legolas was looking down at him, trembling and flushed as if in a fever. "Ai..." he moaned softly, "To have you nursing from me... why is it so erotic?" Heat spread through his body as he watched Glorfindel suckle, heat which seemed to pool between his legs until he could not even tell apart his thoughts from the strangely breathless words which left his mouth, encouraging, pleading, almost incoherent with desire.

Glorfindel drank of him hungrily, then came up for another kiss, sharing the taste with Legolas. "You taste sweet, little one!" he said hoarsely. "I should keep you like this, plant more of my seed inside you so that soon you'll give me another child..."

Legolas whimpered, shook his head. "Please, not again, not so soon..." he begged but nevertheless continued to writhe wantonly beneath the Noldo.

"Shh, that is not your decision to make!" Glorfindel said sternly. He pushed a thigh between Legolas' legs and immediately the Sinda's hips bucked up to rub his swollen member against the hard, muscled thigh. Glorfindel growled and pushed his own shaft against Legolas' belly, then bent down to lap at the youth's bared throat, tasting his arousal, his need and his helplessness. They continued to move together in a frenzied, savage rhythm until at last their passion reached a pinnacle, Glorfindel biting into Legolas' shoulder to stiffle his groan while the youth sobbed his name, his fingers entwined with strands of the lord's golden hair.

For long minutes, their breathing was the only sound which disturbed the silence of the room, until finally Glorfindel sighed and rolled over onto his back, pulling Legolas with him so that the Sinda came to rest on his chest. Legolas had not let go of his hair and now began to lazily play with it which made Glorfindel smile. Yes, perhaps the youth had really started to accept his place... it would make his life much easier and would also give Glorfindel the opportunity to teach him more more delightful things. And then, in a few years perhaps, Legolas could give him more children... Despite what Glorfindel had told the youth, he did not want him pregnant again so soon. He still remembered how he had nearly lost him during the birth, and Legolas was still so frail that another pregnancy could be dangerous for him.

Still, there was no reason to tell Legolas. Keeping the princeling afraid of getting pregnant once more would serve to make him even more aware of his position and his purpose here, and eventually, Legolas would have to accept that it was not his place to worry about what was happening to him.

Glorfindel smiled and pressed a kiss into Legolas' hair, then wrapped his arms tightly around the youth tjoy joy the time they had left until their son would want their attention once more.

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roch-neth = colt
roch-neth alag nin = my wild colt
pen-neth = young one
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