Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 34/34
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.

Yes, this is it, the final part of Anestel... but there will be a sequel (or two, most probably *g*) and a prequel, since the Glorfindel-muse in my head won't let go of Legolas just yet. :)
Thank you to everybody who sent me feedback and fanart, I really did not imagine that anybody would be interested in this when I started to write this! But it was a most incredible experience! And I am sure that without the constant, wonderful comments, I would never have gotten so far, or at least it would have taken a muuuuch longer time. ;)

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Legolas paled as he stared at the elf. He was clothed in the uniform of Imladris' guards, an insignia showing his rank as a captain. He exuded the arrogant confidence of a trained warrior, the knowledge that he could best any man as long as he had a sword in his hands.

But what could a warrior want with him? There was only one thing which came to Legolas' mind, and it made him tremble as he raised his fearful eyes to the man who regarded his pale chest with interest. Lord Elrond had once mentioned that Glorfindel might like to watch another play with him... would that be the case now? Would Glorfindel force him to lose even the last shreds of his self-respect and make him submit to this ultimate humiliation as punishment?

"Don't just stand there!" Glorfindel said with a frown. "And let go of that towel so he can see you properly!"

"But..." Helplessly Legolas raised his face to meet Glorfindel's cold gaze, silently pleading with him, but his resistance quickly melted away under the impatience in Glorfindel's eyes. Slowly he let go of the border of the towel, stared at the floor in front of him as the soft fabric slid down his body.

"Too thin," Thalaron commented unimpressed. "He doesn't get much exercise, does he?"

"Oh, believe me, he gets a lot of exercise!"

"Not that kind of exercise... although I do believe that he gets lots hat.hat. I know what you do in your free time..."

Then Thalaron came closer and Legolas tried to force his body to stop trembling as he felt the hands probe the muscles of his arms, then slide down his flanks to finally rest on his thighs.

"Oh, by the Valar!" Thalaron said with obvious impatience, "Stop shaking, child! Are you not a prince? Where is your courage then?"

"Ah, you know I like them this way.GlorGlorfindel purred, stretching and displaying his muscular, golden body without any shame.

"Well, I don't. He hasn't got any fire in him...why not keep the little rabbit in your bed?"

"I'm... I'm not!" Legolas protested, shaking the hands from his body. "I'm no rabbit! And I don't want you to touch me! I don't want to lie with you either!"

For a short, frozen moment, Thalaron watched him speechlessly, then all of a sudden, he began to shake with laughter. "Lie with you? Ai... that is good! What did you *tell* him, my Lord?"

"I did not tell him anything... but are you sure, Thalaron?" Glorfindel teased, "He is quite good, I broke him in myself!"

"Please, my Lord!" Legolas said with mounting horror. "You told me that you would never let anybody else touch me... please don't give me to him! I'll take any other punishment you want to give, but please not this!"

Thalaron was still bent over with laughter, but he managed to snatch one of Legolas' arms and pulled the resisting youth back against him.

"For me to want you, you'd need more here, and less here!" he explained with with a broad grin while his hands first first touched Legolas' chest which was slightly swollen with milk and then dropped down to close around his member. The latter action forced a soft, suprised whimper from Legolas and made him freeze despite his desire to escape as quickly as possible from the touch of the warrior. But he did not dare to move, not when such a vulnerable part of his body was resting in the elf's hands...

"You're scaring him, Thalaron!" Glorfindel commented, amused by the way those two looked. "Let him go... come here, roch-neth, and let me explain."

"Roch-neth?" Thalaron grinned as he gave the youth free. "To me, he looks like a raboth-neth ù-darlanc, all long limbs and softness and vulnerability."

Glorfindel laughed and shook his head, sitting up on the bed so that he could draw Legolas into his lap. The youth's eyes were silently pleading with him, pleading not to give him to another, pleading to make an end to the game he was playing. Glorfindel raised a hand, twirled a strand of pale golden hair around a finger and pressed a gentle kiss to Legolas' forehead. "Peace, child, I do not intend to give you to him, not for pleasure, at least. He'll teach you how to use sword and bow. You should know how to protect yourself..."

Legolas was silent, trying to grasp what it was Glorfindel had just told him. Finally he frowned and shook his head a little. "And this is punishment... how?"

Thalaron came closer, still grinning. "Oh, you'll learn to hate me after you've spent the first morning on the ground and limp back to Glorfindel's bed, covered with bruises. Are you sure you want this, my Lord? It would be a shame to marr the pretty white skin of your princess..."

"I'm not!" Legolas said with indignation before Glorfindel could answer. "I'm not a girl! And I'll show you who'll leave with bruises!"

"Ah, so there *is* a little fire left in him after all! Perhaps we can make a raboth-neth beren of him then?"

Legolas glared while Glorfindel shook with laughter. "I think you have just made yourself a mortal enemy, Thalaron!" the Noldo finally managed to get out. "Be careful, or he'll bite your ancles!"

Loud laughter from both Noldor filled the room while Legolas was sulking, but when the two older elves finally quieted, he gave Glorfindel an imporing look. "Is it really true? You are not making fun of me, are you?"

"No, I'm not. You will have to wait another month or two, and at first you'll do only light training for one hour in the morning and one in the afternoon, but once Gîlríon is a little older, I want you to take up training along with the guards."

"Come see me in the training grounds then, I'll see if we have any armour which would fit you." With a parting nod to Glorfindel, Thalaron then left the room, leaving Legolas looking up at Glorfindel in disbelief.

"But... why?" he finally asked softly, still a little shaken from his former panic and the subsequent revelation.

"Why? Oh, as much as I like the idea that you are lying naked in my bed all day, awaiting my return, after some time that would really get boring, for me as well as for you. No, I want you to be able to defend yourself. I told you I would protect you, but I cannot be with you and our son all the time, so you should know what to do with a sword in your hand. Of course I expect that you will give your best... do not forget that you are mine, and that everything you do reflects back on me."

"I will!" Legolas assured, still a little breathless with the realisation that he had just been offered a way to get at least a small measure of his honour back. To be allowed to wield a sword, to shoot a bow... at home, his father had not wanted him close, so he had been sent away to guard the horses instead of being taught the ways of a warrior. He had always envied his brothers but had slowly grown used to the fact that he would never lead that kind of life. And now all of a sudden, just when he had thought that he had reached the lowest point of his life, Glorfindel gave him such a chance...

"Thank you my Lord!" Almost dizzy with joy, he threw his arms around Glorfindel's neck once more and pressed his body close to that of Glorfindel, rediscovering the fact that they were both still naked in the process. Glorfindel smiled wickedly and took hold of his shoulders to press him down until Legolas' head rested on his thighs.

"So... do you want to show me your gratefulness?"

"How do you want me to show it, my Lord?" Legolas asked with pretended innocence.

"I want you to--" Just then a small, plaintive sound alerted them to the fact that their son had woken and demanded attention. Glorfindel groaned and let himself fall back into the cushions. "I want you to go and sing for our son, until he has fallen asleep agaihe she sighed and pulled the cover over his face. Legolas only shook his head before he got up and carefully raised Gîlríon out of his wooden cradle. His chest still felt sore from when he had nursed his son earlier, and now that the shock about Glorfindel's declaration was abating, the burning welts on his buttocks once again reminded him that he would have a hard time sitting down for some time, but right now, he did not care. There was hope again for him, hope for a life beyong caring for his son and giving Glorfindel more children. He still could not understand why Glorfindel would give the son of his enemy a weapon, but even if the Noldo did this for some obscure selfish motives, Legolas did not mind.

Right now, for the first time since many, many days, he could believe that there was more waiting for him than just a life of despair.

~ The End ~
(To be continued in a sequel... ;)

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roch-neth = colt
raboth-neth ù-darlanc = demure little rabbit
raboth-neth beren = courageous little rabbit
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