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Chapter 26
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 26/?
Rating: PG-13
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.
Archive: list-archive sure, everybody else please ask first
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues.
Thanks for being a wonderful beta, Calenharn Elflover! :)
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“Legolas Thranduilion,” Celeborn said slowly, still smiling, and Legolas winced when he heard his father’s name. He did not think that it was proper to be addressed in such a way, not when Thranduil no longer acknowledged him as his son – but the princely garb Glorfindel had gifted him with told another tale.
“Lord Celeborn,” he said, and his voice was weaker than he would have wished. Yet he managed to endure the Lord’s gaze without showing outward signs of his anxiety.
“It has been a long time since we have last seen each other – nigh on two years, I think? I can see that many things have changed for you in the meantime...” There was laughter in Celeborn’s eyes as he took in the sight of Legolas with his royal braids and festive robes, and the body that had begun to firm from sword training. Legolas knew at once that Celeborn was comparing him to the frightened child he had once been, and that Celeborn intended for him to know what he was doing.
He defiantly raised his chin, enduring Celeborn’s muster proudly. He might not truly be a prince anymore, but he would not be cowed either. He would not feel shame for who he was, not while Gîlríon was with him – he would not give his son the impression that he was ashamed of being his father, no matter what happened.
“And you, little spark, were not even born then!” Celeborn tuned to look at Gîlríon, who now left Galadriel’s side to curiously stare at the silver-haired lord.
“Mae govannen,” Gîlríon said politely. Celeborn graciously knelt to be able to look into the child’s eyes, but when the moonlight was caught in his silver hair and made it shimmer, Gîlríon grabbed a handful with a delighted cry.
Legolas flinched as Gîlríon tugged on it, but apart from a slight wince, Celeborn did not react.
“Gîl...” Glorfindel chided and stepped up to help Celeborn free himself.
“No, let him – I do not mind, Glorfindel.” Celeborn smiled at the young child. “You have not seen hair like this in Imladris, I think?”
“No.” Gîlríon shook his head. “Atto’s hair is like the sun. But yours is like starlight! It is pretty!”
Celeborn began to laugh and bent forward to gently press a kiss to the child’s forehead. “Thank you, Gîlríon.”
“But my ada’s hair is pretty too!” Gîlríon then declared, perhaps worried that his ada would feel left out. He let go of Celeborn’s hair to run back to Legolas’ side, wrapping his arms around one of his legs. Happily he pressed his cheek against the robe-covered thigh, smiling up at his father. And Legolas could not help but to gather him up in his arms, holding him tightly for a moment to ensure himself that nothing had happened to him. He had told himself that Celeborn could not possibly hurt his son in any way, yet his own fear of the lord had made his heart stop for a moment when he saw Gîlríon pull on his hair with that innocent curiosity.
“Yes, it is,” Glorfindel said and stepped towards Legolas, pressing a kiss to his hair as he wrapped his arm around him. It felt almost like Glorfindel was trying to make a point, but what that point might be Legolas did not know. Perhaps he wanted to underline the fact that he would not tolerate any humiliation of Legolas, as that would also hurt their child – Legolas was not sure, but he decided not to wonder about it. He would be happy if the Lórien elves would simply ignore him during the dinner, or even during all of their stay here. After all, there was more to Lothlórien than formal dinners...
The wood was beautiful, deeper and more mysterious than what could be found close to Imladris, and the thought of wandering among the trees for hours filled Legolas with a breathless anticipation. The peaceful haven of Imladris, the valley of waterfalls, was a beautiful home filled with sunlight and the scent of flowers, yet Legolas had often found himself yearning for the feel of thick, moist moss beneath his feet and the play of the sunlight that fell in through the crowns of the trees to paint green-golden lines on his skin.
This journey to Lórien had made him realize how much he missed the voices of an old, thick wood, and he would be happy to while away the days playing with Gîlríon beneath the golden mellyrn, instead of being forced to spend his time with the likes of Celeborn or Haldir. Yet somehow he knew that Glorfindel would not allow him such a reclusive behavior. The garb he wore made it obvious that Glorfindel expected him to accompany his lord on formal occasions like this dinner, and behave like the prince he had never had a chance to be.
"Then let us sit down and eat,“ Galadriel declared. “Your journey was long and hard and we hope that you will enjoy this dinner.”
The food that was served to them was more than just enjoyable, especially after the long days with nothing but lembas and dried meats and fruits. They sat and feasted for a long time, partaking of all the offered food and wine, although after his last experience, Glorfindel ensured that Legolas’ wine was diluted with water.
To Legolas’ surprise, everbody behaved very courteously – there were no meaningful glances, no whispered words of derision or attempts to engage him in conversation only to humiliate him later. The only problem Legolas faced during dinner was that Gîlríon had developed a liking for the sweet, fragrant honey that bees had gathered from mallorn blossoms in spring, and now was leaving sticky fingerprints on everything he touched, including his ada’s robe and hair.
“Our little honeybee is in need of a bath, I fear,” Glorfindel chuckled once they had finished eating and Gîlríon tried to use the opportunity to crawl onto his lap, smearing honey into his hair in the process.
"Shall I bathe him and put him to bed afterwards? It is already late for him...” Legolas winced when Gîlríon once again gleefully reached for a golden strand of hair with his sticky fingers, and quicky pulled his hands away. He looked questioningly at Glorfindel, hoping that his lord would allow him to leave. Dinner had not been as bad as he had feared; the food had been tasty, and he had enjoyed listening to the conversations around him. Still, he was secretly glad about Gîlríon’s presence, as it now gave him an excuse to leave the company before his own inadequacy became too obvious.
Glorfindel hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded and pressed a kiss to his son’s sticky lips. “Losto vae, gîl nín!”
“Bain dhaw, atto! Bain dhaw, brennyn a brinnil,” Gîlríon said politely, then yawned and wrapped his arms around Legolas’ neck when the prince took his son from Glorfindel’s arms.
“And Legolas... don’t forget what I promised you in the mountains!” Glorfindel said, smiling as Legolas flushed before he nodded and all but fled from the royal talan.
He knew that it was the punishment that Glorfindel had spoken of, and could not get the thought of what would happen once Glorfindel returned out of his mind, not even while he bathed Gîlríon and tucked him in afterwards. Anticipating what would come to pass later on, he had moved the small bed from the corner of their bedroom into the sitting room.
Finally, once Gîlríon was asleep and he had bathed himself and afterwards annointed his body with some of the rare mallorn blossom oil that had been placed in their bathroom, he could do nothing more but wait. He had dressed in a short, thin nightshirt which he had found among his packed clothes. So far he had never had any use for sleeping clothes, as Glorfindel’s foremost rule of being naked in his bed was still firmly in place – yet he wondered why Glorfindel had had this shirt made for him if he did not intend for him to wear it. The shirt was so short that it barely covered his buttocks, yet he felt better wearing it as he was uncomfortable being naked in such an unknown environment.
He sighed softly as he laid down on their bed and covered himself with their blanket. He was tired after the journey, yet far too nervous to fall asleep now with the threat of the punishment still hanging over him. He wondered what Glorfindel would do – he had promised to use more than just his bare hand. Legolas swallowed, then turned his head to press his flushed face into the cool, silken sheet, feeling embarrassed by his treacherous body. He was afraid of what Glorfindel might do – yet he was hard now, aching for his lord’s touch.
And he did not even know if release would be granted to him tonight! How could he get aroused knowing what was in store for him? He sighed again, his breath trembling as he tried to calm himself. All he could do was to wait... but waiting was hard, especially as now unbidden images of his lord’s naked magnificence appeared in front of his eyes, keeping him aroused as he tossed and turned beneath the blanket.
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Losto vae, gîl nín – Sleep well, little star
Bain dhaw – Good night
atto – father [Quenya]
Bain dhaw, brennyn a brinnil – Good night, lords and ladies
Part: 26/?
Rating: PG-13
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.
Archive: list-archive sure, everybody else please ask first
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues.
Thanks for being a wonderful beta, Calenharn Elflover! :)
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“Legolas Thranduilion,” Celeborn said slowly, still smiling, and Legolas winced when he heard his father’s name. He did not think that it was proper to be addressed in such a way, not when Thranduil no longer acknowledged him as his son – but the princely garb Glorfindel had gifted him with told another tale.
“Lord Celeborn,” he said, and his voice was weaker than he would have wished. Yet he managed to endure the Lord’s gaze without showing outward signs of his anxiety.
“It has been a long time since we have last seen each other – nigh on two years, I think? I can see that many things have changed for you in the meantime...” There was laughter in Celeborn’s eyes as he took in the sight of Legolas with his royal braids and festive robes, and the body that had begun to firm from sword training. Legolas knew at once that Celeborn was comparing him to the frightened child he had once been, and that Celeborn intended for him to know what he was doing.
He defiantly raised his chin, enduring Celeborn’s muster proudly. He might not truly be a prince anymore, but he would not be cowed either. He would not feel shame for who he was, not while Gîlríon was with him – he would not give his son the impression that he was ashamed of being his father, no matter what happened.
“And you, little spark, were not even born then!” Celeborn tuned to look at Gîlríon, who now left Galadriel’s side to curiously stare at the silver-haired lord.
“Mae govannen,” Gîlríon said politely. Celeborn graciously knelt to be able to look into the child’s eyes, but when the moonlight was caught in his silver hair and made it shimmer, Gîlríon grabbed a handful with a delighted cry.
Legolas flinched as Gîlríon tugged on it, but apart from a slight wince, Celeborn did not react.
“Gîl...” Glorfindel chided and stepped up to help Celeborn free himself.
“No, let him – I do not mind, Glorfindel.” Celeborn smiled at the young child. “You have not seen hair like this in Imladris, I think?”
“No.” Gîlríon shook his head. “Atto’s hair is like the sun. But yours is like starlight! It is pretty!”
Celeborn began to laugh and bent forward to gently press a kiss to the child’s forehead. “Thank you, Gîlríon.”
“But my ada’s hair is pretty too!” Gîlríon then declared, perhaps worried that his ada would feel left out. He let go of Celeborn’s hair to run back to Legolas’ side, wrapping his arms around one of his legs. Happily he pressed his cheek against the robe-covered thigh, smiling up at his father. And Legolas could not help but to gather him up in his arms, holding him tightly for a moment to ensure himself that nothing had happened to him. He had told himself that Celeborn could not possibly hurt his son in any way, yet his own fear of the lord had made his heart stop for a moment when he saw Gîlríon pull on his hair with that innocent curiosity.
“Yes, it is,” Glorfindel said and stepped towards Legolas, pressing a kiss to his hair as he wrapped his arm around him. It felt almost like Glorfindel was trying to make a point, but what that point might be Legolas did not know. Perhaps he wanted to underline the fact that he would not tolerate any humiliation of Legolas, as that would also hurt their child – Legolas was not sure, but he decided not to wonder about it. He would be happy if the Lórien elves would simply ignore him during the dinner, or even during all of their stay here. After all, there was more to Lothlórien than formal dinners...
The wood was beautiful, deeper and more mysterious than what could be found close to Imladris, and the thought of wandering among the trees for hours filled Legolas with a breathless anticipation. The peaceful haven of Imladris, the valley of waterfalls, was a beautiful home filled with sunlight and the scent of flowers, yet Legolas had often found himself yearning for the feel of thick, moist moss beneath his feet and the play of the sunlight that fell in through the crowns of the trees to paint green-golden lines on his skin.
This journey to Lórien had made him realize how much he missed the voices of an old, thick wood, and he would be happy to while away the days playing with Gîlríon beneath the golden mellyrn, instead of being forced to spend his time with the likes of Celeborn or Haldir. Yet somehow he knew that Glorfindel would not allow him such a reclusive behavior. The garb he wore made it obvious that Glorfindel expected him to accompany his lord on formal occasions like this dinner, and behave like the prince he had never had a chance to be.
"Then let us sit down and eat,“ Galadriel declared. “Your journey was long and hard and we hope that you will enjoy this dinner.”
The food that was served to them was more than just enjoyable, especially after the long days with nothing but lembas and dried meats and fruits. They sat and feasted for a long time, partaking of all the offered food and wine, although after his last experience, Glorfindel ensured that Legolas’ wine was diluted with water.
To Legolas’ surprise, everbody behaved very courteously – there were no meaningful glances, no whispered words of derision or attempts to engage him in conversation only to humiliate him later. The only problem Legolas faced during dinner was that Gîlríon had developed a liking for the sweet, fragrant honey that bees had gathered from mallorn blossoms in spring, and now was leaving sticky fingerprints on everything he touched, including his ada’s robe and hair.
“Our little honeybee is in need of a bath, I fear,” Glorfindel chuckled once they had finished eating and Gîlríon tried to use the opportunity to crawl onto his lap, smearing honey into his hair in the process.
"Shall I bathe him and put him to bed afterwards? It is already late for him...” Legolas winced when Gîlríon once again gleefully reached for a golden strand of hair with his sticky fingers, and quicky pulled his hands away. He looked questioningly at Glorfindel, hoping that his lord would allow him to leave. Dinner had not been as bad as he had feared; the food had been tasty, and he had enjoyed listening to the conversations around him. Still, he was secretly glad about Gîlríon’s presence, as it now gave him an excuse to leave the company before his own inadequacy became too obvious.
Glorfindel hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded and pressed a kiss to his son’s sticky lips. “Losto vae, gîl nín!”
“Bain dhaw, atto! Bain dhaw, brennyn a brinnil,” Gîlríon said politely, then yawned and wrapped his arms around Legolas’ neck when the prince took his son from Glorfindel’s arms.
“And Legolas... don’t forget what I promised you in the mountains!” Glorfindel said, smiling as Legolas flushed before he nodded and all but fled from the royal talan.
He knew that it was the punishment that Glorfindel had spoken of, and could not get the thought of what would happen once Glorfindel returned out of his mind, not even while he bathed Gîlríon and tucked him in afterwards. Anticipating what would come to pass later on, he had moved the small bed from the corner of their bedroom into the sitting room.
Finally, once Gîlríon was asleep and he had bathed himself and afterwards annointed his body with some of the rare mallorn blossom oil that had been placed in their bathroom, he could do nothing more but wait. He had dressed in a short, thin nightshirt which he had found among his packed clothes. So far he had never had any use for sleeping clothes, as Glorfindel’s foremost rule of being naked in his bed was still firmly in place – yet he wondered why Glorfindel had had this shirt made for him if he did not intend for him to wear it. The shirt was so short that it barely covered his buttocks, yet he felt better wearing it as he was uncomfortable being naked in such an unknown environment.
He sighed softly as he laid down on their bed and covered himself with their blanket. He was tired after the journey, yet far too nervous to fall asleep now with the threat of the punishment still hanging over him. He wondered what Glorfindel would do – he had promised to use more than just his bare hand. Legolas swallowed, then turned his head to press his flushed face into the cool, silken sheet, feeling embarrassed by his treacherous body. He was afraid of what Glorfindel might do – yet he was hard now, aching for his lord’s touch.
And he did not even know if release would be granted to him tonight! How could he get aroused knowing what was in store for him? He sighed again, his breath trembling as he tried to calm himself. All he could do was to wait... but waiting was hard, especially as now unbidden images of his lord’s naked magnificence appeared in front of his eyes, keeping him aroused as he tossed and turned beneath the blanket.
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Losto vae, gîl nín – Sleep well, little star
Bain dhaw – Good night
atto – father [Quenya]
Bain dhaw, brennyn a brinnil – Good night, lords and ladies