Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 32/?
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'm still busy with RL, which is why I'm so slow at updating at the moment. And as I'll spend the weekend visiting a friend, I thought I'd post chapter 32 before I have to leave, even though this chapter is rather short. *sigh*
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With a moan so soft it was little more than a slightly vibrating breath, Legolas tilted his head back. Glorfindel followed his movement, his lips nuzzling the white skin, breathing Legolas' scent as he carressed the hollow of his throat with delicate flicks of his tongue. Then he returned once more to the seductive, honey-sweet mouth which opened so readily for him, taking kisses, taking his breath until his movements finally lost the passion and he pulled the youth tightly agaihim him to rest peacefully once more.

Finally, Legolas sighed, the sound breaking the silence of the room. He raised himself up on one elbow, watching Glorfindel's face from beneath the curtain-like fall of his hair.

"I am... I have to tell you something," he whispered softly, with just a hint of fear in his voice. "I know that I shouldn't have done it, or at least told you sooner, but I, I..."

"Shhh, pen-neth," Glorfindel murmured and pressed a finger against the soft lips to silence him. "Speak slowly, and do not be so afraid."

"But... but... please promise you will not be angry with me?" Helplessness showed in Legolas' eyes, helplessness and a little despair at once more sounding like a child.

"I will not be angry with you for telling me, little one. But you will have to tell me more about this before I can promise anything..."

Legolas sighed and bowed his head in shame. "I did not want to disobey you," he tried to defend his behaviour before he sighed again and continued. "I felt so lonely, and... I missed my home, my brother. I couldn not even tell him good-bye when he left, and so much has happened, and I felt like Ild nld never see him again and he would neveow aow about it all... I, I wrote him a letter and hid it beneath the correspondence going to Mirkwood," he finally concluded, his cheeks flushed with the knowledge that Glorfindel would not be pleased with his behaviour. "He is my brother, and Gîlríon's uncle, I wanted him to know that I've got a son now, and what we called him... I know that I'm an exile!" he explained hurriedly, "but Celeirdúr, I'm sure he would like to know it. Even if he could never tell our father, or anyone else, I just... I wanted him to know that, and... and that I miss him." Legolas' eyes were bright with unshed tears as he finally ended his nervous retelling. He raised a slightly trembling hand to wipe at the wetness, but it was intercepted by Glorfindel who gently wiped the tears away with his own fingers.

"Do not cry, roch-neth," he comforted the Sinda. "I do not think that it will stay this way for all time. Sooner or later, relations will change, and I am certain that you will see your brother again. Yes, I understand that you miss him, it is only natural...but nevertheless you are right, I am not very pleased with your actions."

Legolas paled but met Glorfindel's passionless gaze with all the courage he could muster. "Will you punish me because of this?" he asked and breathed a sigh of relieve when Glorfindel shook his head.

"No I won't, roch-neth, because you told me of your transgression of your own free will, and also because I know that it is not easy for one so young to be parted from his family. No, I am not angry, but I am also not pleased. Yould hld have told me sooner, no, you could have simply asked me if you could write your brother. Do you really think I would have said no?"

Legolas nodded without knowing why it made him feel a little ashamed to have thought so. Did Glorfindel really think that he would trust him so? But then... istrastrange and unexplicable way that was a mystery even to Legolas himself, he did trust Glorfindel. Perhaps because Glorfindel was the only person who cared for him even a little, or perhaps because Glorfindel had held him through the long, agonizing hours of giving birth to their son, but nevertheless, something inside of him made him want to reach out, bury his face against Glorfindel's chest and just tell him all of his fears and secret thoughts so that the Noldo would protect him and love him.

"Do you think so little of me, roch-neth?" Glorfindel asked and shook his head as he wrapped an arm around Legolas to pull him closer. "I would not have punished you for asking me! I might not have allowed it, but I would never hurt you because of a question! It's what you are supposed to do, little one, if you are unsure, just ask!"

"Would you have allowed me to write then?" Legolas asked softly.

"No, I wouldn't. Not because I want to see you suffer, pen-neth, but because your brother is never going to see that letter. The rider is going to notice that it isn't one of the letters Elrond gave him, and he'll bring it back with him to show it to Elrond when he returns. And even if he hadn't noticed... all letters from Imladris are checked by your father or one of his advisors before they are handed out to whomever they are addressed to. Thranduil would have read your letter and then burned it without ever telling your brother."

"But... I miss him!" Legolas whispered dejectedly, fighting hard against tears. "I want him to know that I am well, that he is an uncle now..."

"Shh... he will know, do not worry. There are ways to get information to Mirkwood without your father noticing. If you want, you can write another letter this evening, and I will see to it that it is delivered to Celeirdúr."

"Really?" Legolas breathed, wide-eyed with wonder. With a small, joyous sound he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's neck and hugged him tightly "Thank you my Lord!"

Glorfindel laughed and drew Legolas' head down for a quick, sweet kiss and then spent the next minutes leisurely exploring the youth's body, until their son finally woke and demanded all of Legolas' attention.

tbc...

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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
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