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Chapter 25
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 25/?
Rating: R
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]gmx.de)
Homepage: http://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.
Thanks Calenharn Elflover for taking the time to beta this! :)
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25
Although they made many pauses to rest and made camp early, the journey to Lórien was more exhausting than Legolas would have thought it to be. He was not used to spending so many days on top of a horse – and then there was also Gîlríon to look after. The child had enough curiosity to keep Legolas busy all day, repeatedly trying to get away from his ada’s arms to have a closer look at whatever object had intrigued him. Fortunately this energy quickly waned once the day came to its end, and Gîlríon was asleep as soon as Legolas tucked a blanket around him.
This left Legolas time to spend with Glorfindel, sitting around the fire with the other guards and listening to their conversation. At first he had been afraid that there would be ridicule and derogatory comments after Glorfindel had so obviously had his way with him, yet this did not come to pass. Legolas still wondered about the reason, but he soon came to believe that – apart from some quiet amusement at seeing their Lord as the head of a family – nobody here seemed to care about what they did at night.
In this way, the journey finally came to its end, after they had crossed the Misty Mountains on a steep, snow-covered pass and ridden through rolling foothills towards the wood. A group of Lórien guards clad in grey was already waiting for them and led them deep into the forest, alerted to their imminent arrival by a messenger Glorfindel had sent once they had crossed the mountains.
It was a day’s journey until they reached the gates of Caras Galadhon, which were already open in expectation of their arrival. Legolas had heard Glorfindel’s description of the city that was build into the tops of the trees, but mere words had not been enough to truly describe the breathtaking vision of the telain built high atop the golden-leaved mallorn trees.
He breathed deeply the scent that emanated from the trees and listened to their song. The voices of the mellyrn were deep, yet their song was sweet and for a moment Legolas closed his eyes to listen.
Glorfindel’s chuckle woke Legolas from his trance. “He definitely has Sindarin blood,” the Noldo said with a smile and then took hold of Gîlríon and lifted him up, so that he was now sitting in front of the warrior.
“Atto!” Gîlríon giggled, then pointed at the trees. “They are shining! And they are prettier than those we have at home! I like them! Can I go and play among them?”
“We will be staying here for a while, so I think that you will have more than enough time to play among them later, especially as we will be living in those trees.”
Gîlríon’s eyes widened at his father’s words, which brought a smile to Legolas’ lips. “I promise that I will go out with you to walk among them later,” he promised his son. “If you do not mind, my lord?”
Glorfindel shook his head. “I will come with you, if I have the time. I do not yet know what our hosts have planned for us...”
“The Lady has told me to take you to a talan that has been prepared for you, and to tell you to rest for a while,” one of the guards said. “But,” he added, “our Lady and Lord will be glad to have you and your family join them for dinner this evening.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Tell your Lady that I am grateful for her hospitality, and that we will gladly accept her invitation.”
While Glorfindel, Legolas and Gîlríon were shown to their talan, their horses were brought to a near-by stable, as were Ellonúr and the guards that had accompanied them. While the warriors would have to share several large telain that were usually used by the Lothlórien guards, the talan that had been prepared for Glorfindel was reserved for high-ranking guests, and as such offered every comfort the warrior might have missed on their journey. But they could not yet take advantage of the soft bed and the bowl of fresh fruits which a servant had brought, as Gîlríon was far too excited to allow his parents to rest.
An hour later, after having dragged his parents through the wood, Gîlríon was finally tired enough that he fell asleep as soon as Legolas had laid him down onto the small bed that stood in the corner of the talan. Glorfindel took advantage of the opportunity to pull Legolas down onto the bed, greedily pushing his hands beneath his tunic.
“How I have missed having you all to myself...” Glorfindel breathed. “Tell me, how do I make use of this time we have now?”
Legolas writhed beneath him, shivering when Glorfindel’s fingers touched sensitive areas. “Ai, please don’t, my lord... we do not have the time! Shouldn’t we be preparing to dine with our hosts?”
“We have more than enough time for what I want to do to you, and you cannot tell me you do not want this” Glorfindel answered with a teasing smile and then pushed one hand straight between Legolas’ thighs. He laughed at the whimper that produced, and then gently squeezed. “Not hard yet, it is true... but I think I can change that.”
“But what if Gîl wakes?” Legolas said, unable to supress the shivers that wracked his body at Glorfindel’s skillful massage.
“Perhaps you are right... we should not do this right now.” Glorfindel withdrew his hands and smirked at the expression of disbelief and utter frustration on Legolas’ face. “I will wait until tonight then... I will be very hungry for you after that dinner, Legolas, so you would do well to make sure that you are properly prepared for me!“
Legolas spent much of the remaining time before dinner pondering whether this was a threat or a promise. But when it was finally time to leave their talan after they had washed and dressed and braided their hair, he was so nervous that he forgot all about it. Even though he was hungry and looking forward to a proper meal, he would rather have stayed and submitted to Glorfindel's lusts than to dine with the Lord and Lady... yet there was no way around it. At least Glorfindel had promised that it would be a very small dinner, with only a select few in attendance, so that Legolas hoped to forego the humiliation of meeting Haldir there. He had not yet forgotten the cutting remarks that had given his secret away almost two years ago...
The table that awaited them at the royal talan was small, and to Legolas' relief there was no sight of the marchwarden he had met in Imladris. Besides the Lord and Lady of the Wood and a darkhaired woman whom Legolas took to be Arwen, there were two other male elves that seemed to be advisors, as they wore not the garb of warriors but elaborate robes. Legolas had half feared that Galuron would also be there, yet his brother was absent. Legolas was relieved that he would not have to face him just yet, but nevertheless it seemed to be a bad sign – Galuron quite probably thought him to be a traitor, and perhaps would not even want to talk with him during his stay here in Lothlórien.
“My Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn,” Glorfindel greeted their hosts and bowed. Legolas inclined his head, suddenly glad for the reassuring presence of Gîlríon whom he carried in his arms. Then Glorfindel bowed again and greeted Arwen with a smile. “Arwen, it has been far too long since you have graced Imladris with your fair presence! Still, I think you have grown even more beautiful here in Lórien!”
“I am glad to see you as well, Glorfindel... I have missed you, and all the others at home,” Arwen said and smiled. “And I see that you have brought somebody else along?”
Gîlríon stared at her with wide eyes, then began to wriggle in Legolas’ arms. “Let me down, ada!” he declared. “I can walk on my own!”
Legolas sighed softly but complied. He could only hope that any reservations which these elves might feel towards Thranduil, would not extend to Gîlríon. While Legolas was used to dealing with scorn and humiliation, his son should not have to suffer because of his ancestry.
Still, he did not truly fear for his son’s well-being. Gîl was Glorfindel’s son and heir, and surely nobody would dare to insult him. For – if somebody did – they would certainly get to feel Glorfindel’s anger.
No, Legolas knew that his fears for his son were foolish, yet he could not help but tense in fearful anticipation when Gîlríon looked curiously at Galadriel, taking a step towards her as she reached out her arms to him. “Mae govannen,” he said as he had been taught and smiled at the Lady.
“Mae govannen, child of light and twilight,” Galadriel answered and rested her hand on his head, gently stroking the golden curls. “I have looked forward to meeting you – you, and your parents.” She looked up, and when her eyes met those of Legolas, he felt a strange sense of calmness come over him. He knew at once that his fears were unfounded – Galadriel would not let his son be harmed by the Silvan antipathy to the rule of Thranduil.
But then a different pair of eyes came to rest on Legolas, and he shivered. Celeborn, Lord of Lórien... and the only elf in this room whom he had met before. Legolas forced himself the meet the Lord’s eyes. He remembered well the day when Celeborn had offended him by comparing him to a girl, and he remembered even more vividly how Glorfindel had used his belt to punish him right there on the balcony.
Did Celeborn think of that incident right now? Did he remember Legolas’ cries of pain that had to have been audible in the hall that evening?
Celeborn gave him an enigmatic smile, and Legolas shuddered. He might not look like a girl now – wearing his royal braids and a formal, blue robe he looked more like a prince than he had ever before. Yet Celeborn obviously remembered that day... and apparently he was still amused by the fate of his enemy’s son.
Part: 25/?
Rating: R
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]gmx.de)
Homepage: http://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.
Thanks Calenharn Elflover for taking the time to beta this! :)
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25
Although they made many pauses to rest and made camp early, the journey to Lórien was more exhausting than Legolas would have thought it to be. He was not used to spending so many days on top of a horse – and then there was also Gîlríon to look after. The child had enough curiosity to keep Legolas busy all day, repeatedly trying to get away from his ada’s arms to have a closer look at whatever object had intrigued him. Fortunately this energy quickly waned once the day came to its end, and Gîlríon was asleep as soon as Legolas tucked a blanket around him.
This left Legolas time to spend with Glorfindel, sitting around the fire with the other guards and listening to their conversation. At first he had been afraid that there would be ridicule and derogatory comments after Glorfindel had so obviously had his way with him, yet this did not come to pass. Legolas still wondered about the reason, but he soon came to believe that – apart from some quiet amusement at seeing their Lord as the head of a family – nobody here seemed to care about what they did at night.
In this way, the journey finally came to its end, after they had crossed the Misty Mountains on a steep, snow-covered pass and ridden through rolling foothills towards the wood. A group of Lórien guards clad in grey was already waiting for them and led them deep into the forest, alerted to their imminent arrival by a messenger Glorfindel had sent once they had crossed the mountains.
It was a day’s journey until they reached the gates of Caras Galadhon, which were already open in expectation of their arrival. Legolas had heard Glorfindel’s description of the city that was build into the tops of the trees, but mere words had not been enough to truly describe the breathtaking vision of the telain built high atop the golden-leaved mallorn trees.
He breathed deeply the scent that emanated from the trees and listened to their song. The voices of the mellyrn were deep, yet their song was sweet and for a moment Legolas closed his eyes to listen.
Glorfindel’s chuckle woke Legolas from his trance. “He definitely has Sindarin blood,” the Noldo said with a smile and then took hold of Gîlríon and lifted him up, so that he was now sitting in front of the warrior.
“Atto!” Gîlríon giggled, then pointed at the trees. “They are shining! And they are prettier than those we have at home! I like them! Can I go and play among them?”
“We will be staying here for a while, so I think that you will have more than enough time to play among them later, especially as we will be living in those trees.”
Gîlríon’s eyes widened at his father’s words, which brought a smile to Legolas’ lips. “I promise that I will go out with you to walk among them later,” he promised his son. “If you do not mind, my lord?”
Glorfindel shook his head. “I will come with you, if I have the time. I do not yet know what our hosts have planned for us...”
“The Lady has told me to take you to a talan that has been prepared for you, and to tell you to rest for a while,” one of the guards said. “But,” he added, “our Lady and Lord will be glad to have you and your family join them for dinner this evening.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Tell your Lady that I am grateful for her hospitality, and that we will gladly accept her invitation.”
While Glorfindel, Legolas and Gîlríon were shown to their talan, their horses were brought to a near-by stable, as were Ellonúr and the guards that had accompanied them. While the warriors would have to share several large telain that were usually used by the Lothlórien guards, the talan that had been prepared for Glorfindel was reserved for high-ranking guests, and as such offered every comfort the warrior might have missed on their journey. But they could not yet take advantage of the soft bed and the bowl of fresh fruits which a servant had brought, as Gîlríon was far too excited to allow his parents to rest.
An hour later, after having dragged his parents through the wood, Gîlríon was finally tired enough that he fell asleep as soon as Legolas had laid him down onto the small bed that stood in the corner of the talan. Glorfindel took advantage of the opportunity to pull Legolas down onto the bed, greedily pushing his hands beneath his tunic.
“How I have missed having you all to myself...” Glorfindel breathed. “Tell me, how do I make use of this time we have now?”
Legolas writhed beneath him, shivering when Glorfindel’s fingers touched sensitive areas. “Ai, please don’t, my lord... we do not have the time! Shouldn’t we be preparing to dine with our hosts?”
“We have more than enough time for what I want to do to you, and you cannot tell me you do not want this” Glorfindel answered with a teasing smile and then pushed one hand straight between Legolas’ thighs. He laughed at the whimper that produced, and then gently squeezed. “Not hard yet, it is true... but I think I can change that.”
“But what if Gîl wakes?” Legolas said, unable to supress the shivers that wracked his body at Glorfindel’s skillful massage.
“Perhaps you are right... we should not do this right now.” Glorfindel withdrew his hands and smirked at the expression of disbelief and utter frustration on Legolas’ face. “I will wait until tonight then... I will be very hungry for you after that dinner, Legolas, so you would do well to make sure that you are properly prepared for me!“
Legolas spent much of the remaining time before dinner pondering whether this was a threat or a promise. But when it was finally time to leave their talan after they had washed and dressed and braided their hair, he was so nervous that he forgot all about it. Even though he was hungry and looking forward to a proper meal, he would rather have stayed and submitted to Glorfindel's lusts than to dine with the Lord and Lady... yet there was no way around it. At least Glorfindel had promised that it would be a very small dinner, with only a select few in attendance, so that Legolas hoped to forego the humiliation of meeting Haldir there. He had not yet forgotten the cutting remarks that had given his secret away almost two years ago...
The table that awaited them at the royal talan was small, and to Legolas' relief there was no sight of the marchwarden he had met in Imladris. Besides the Lord and Lady of the Wood and a darkhaired woman whom Legolas took to be Arwen, there were two other male elves that seemed to be advisors, as they wore not the garb of warriors but elaborate robes. Legolas had half feared that Galuron would also be there, yet his brother was absent. Legolas was relieved that he would not have to face him just yet, but nevertheless it seemed to be a bad sign – Galuron quite probably thought him to be a traitor, and perhaps would not even want to talk with him during his stay here in Lothlórien.
“My Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn,” Glorfindel greeted their hosts and bowed. Legolas inclined his head, suddenly glad for the reassuring presence of Gîlríon whom he carried in his arms. Then Glorfindel bowed again and greeted Arwen with a smile. “Arwen, it has been far too long since you have graced Imladris with your fair presence! Still, I think you have grown even more beautiful here in Lórien!”
“I am glad to see you as well, Glorfindel... I have missed you, and all the others at home,” Arwen said and smiled. “And I see that you have brought somebody else along?”
Gîlríon stared at her with wide eyes, then began to wriggle in Legolas’ arms. “Let me down, ada!” he declared. “I can walk on my own!”
Legolas sighed softly but complied. He could only hope that any reservations which these elves might feel towards Thranduil, would not extend to Gîlríon. While Legolas was used to dealing with scorn and humiliation, his son should not have to suffer because of his ancestry.
Still, he did not truly fear for his son’s well-being. Gîl was Glorfindel’s son and heir, and surely nobody would dare to insult him. For – if somebody did – they would certainly get to feel Glorfindel’s anger.
No, Legolas knew that his fears for his son were foolish, yet he could not help but tense in fearful anticipation when Gîlríon looked curiously at Galadriel, taking a step towards her as she reached out her arms to him. “Mae govannen,” he said as he had been taught and smiled at the Lady.
“Mae govannen, child of light and twilight,” Galadriel answered and rested her hand on his head, gently stroking the golden curls. “I have looked forward to meeting you – you, and your parents.” She looked up, and when her eyes met those of Legolas, he felt a strange sense of calmness come over him. He knew at once that his fears were unfounded – Galadriel would not let his son be harmed by the Silvan antipathy to the rule of Thranduil.
But then a different pair of eyes came to rest on Legolas, and he shivered. Celeborn, Lord of Lórien... and the only elf in this room whom he had met before. Legolas forced himself the meet the Lord’s eyes. He remembered well the day when Celeborn had offended him by comparing him to a girl, and he remembered even more vividly how Glorfindel had used his belt to punish him right there on the balcony.
Did Celeborn think of that incident right now? Did he remember Legolas’ cries of pain that had to have been audible in the hall that evening?
Celeborn gave him an enigmatic smile, and Legolas shuddered. He might not look like a girl now – wearing his royal braids and a formal, blue robe he looked more like a prince than he had ever before. Yet Celeborn obviously remembered that day... and apparently he was still amused by the fate of his enemy’s son.