Pen-Estel

Title: Pen-Estel
Part: 27/?
Rating: NC-17
AU to the Anestel universe
Pairing: Elrond/Legolas, Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s, non-con
Authors: Pippychick and Esteliel

Thank you for all your comments! :) Here is finally the next chapter - with some well-earned smut. *fans herself and envies Leggy just a little bit* ;)


Chapter Twenty-Seven

Legolas moved slowly as he dressed. He still felt a little tired, and a little sore – but compared to how he had felt after Gîl’s birth, it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

He grimaced when he pulled his leggings up. Maybe he was more than just a little sore… And certainly Elrond would be none too happy with Glorfindel and him for it. But he had wanted it as well; he had needed this morning as a proof that things were truly like they had been. That he was Glorfindel’s now, completely, and that his Lord possessed him body and soul.

And Glorfindel had certainly proven that. Only now that he knew how Glorfindel loved him, there was something Legolas had tried not to think of until now. But when he had heard Glorfindel apologise, he could no longer pretend that all that had happened had happened against his will. It simply was not the truth.

Legolas was not certain what it meant for them, but he knew that he had to talk with somebody about it. And there really was only Elrond – nobody else would understand.

He sighed heavily when he thought about Elrond’s words so long ago. You wanted it too.

It was the truth, as much as he hated to admit it even to himself. He had moaned, after all, and given in so quickly… Yes, Elrond had been right all along. Frightened, easy to exploit and submissive, that was what Elrond had seen in him, and that was the truth too.

Had he not used it as an excuse for his entire life, his weakness, his powerlessness? Elrond had looked right through him. Telling himself that it was his fear that had made him give in, when he had never truly struggled, when he had moaned when Elrond touched him for the first time…

Legolas shook his head again, feeling disgusted by his actions.

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Swirling the wine around in his glass, Elrond looked at it as if entranced. Swirling. Abruptly he put down the glass and sighed. It had been a long day, but he had been busy then. Too busy even to see Legolas earlier. He could wait to face it, he had thought. It had been so strange to come back here, to be alone again, nothing but his own work to keep him company. He smiled when he looked over to the settee and imagined Legolas laughing at him, making him forget the words he had been writing.

Elrond sighed again. It had been quiet at first, but then it had become too loud. The water clock in his room had become a focus for his attention, seeming to mock him while it proclaimed every lonely, quiet second until he had one of the servants remove it.

Now it was silent, and in the soft glow of the candles which had burned down low one could easily look outside the window at the night, where the stars were popping into existence one by one, as if they were spectators. Elrond sighed again and let his head fall down into his arms at the desk. He stayed like this for some time, until a sudden, unexpected knock at the door made him sit up and smooth back his hair.

“Come!” he said, wincing when his own voice sounded a little too loud and stern. He looked around his desk for something to be busy with, and then realised it didn’t matter when he caught sight of his room in the window. While he could see outside, the glass also reflected everything inside clearly, and in the midst of everything he expected to see, was Legolas. He was stood just inside the door, not moving.

“Come in, Legolas,” he said in what he hoped was a warm tone. He drained what was left of the wine in his glass and stood to pour himself another, thinking to offer Legolas one as well, but Legolas only shook his head at Elrond’s inquiring glance.

He looked around as if uncertain where to settle. Elrond saw his eyes linger on the settee, on the rug before the fire, and on the bed before he slowly, hesitantly sat on the edge of the chair at the other side of the desk. Elrond took his seat again, feeling something he couldn’t quite put a name to. It wasn’t anything like hope, and yet he was happy to see Legolas. It wasn’t anything like fear, because he had known all along he would lose. Then, as Legolas raised his head and began to speak, he knew what it was. He felt humbled. So it was that as thoughts of apology flew through his head, Elrond found himself listening to Legolas’ words.

“Elrond, I had to see you. I have some need of advice and counsel, and I could only talk to you.” He paused, and Elrond, who was still organising his thoughts, decided to play for time.

“What is it, Legolas? You know I will do anything in my power to help you.” A little half smile then, and Elrond smiled too, suddenly certain that the apology was going to be easy – but he couldn’t have been more wrong. He opened his mouth, but Legolas spoke before he could in a rush of words that had obviously been going around and around in his mind for some time.

“How do I apologise to Glorfindel? How do I make it right?” Legolas sighed. “I do love you, and there can’t be anything between us now, but how do I forget that I wanted you from the beginning? How can I be worthy of his love when I cannot control myself?” With that Legolas covered his face with his hands, and drew in such a great trembling breath that Elrond though he must be crying. But when he uncovered his face, his eyes were dry. He turned in his seat to look at the darkness outside the window. “Why aren’t I strong? How can he love me still?”

Elrond’s eyes widened as he heard the exact opposite of what he had expected to hear. When he had seen Legolas, he had once again felt the guilt gnawing at him, the need to be forgiven for what he had done. Yet to think that it was Legolas who felt guilty…

Elrond shook his head in disbelief. Glorfindel had been right, there truly was no worse punishment than seeing how terribly he had hurt the one he now loved.

“Legolas…” he finally began to gently explain, “how can you even ask that? He loves you because you are so much better than he is – so much better than I am! And you are strong, Legolas, stronger than we are. You might not realise it, but we do, and we love you for it.”

He sighed at the look of disbelief on Legolas’ face, wishing for another glass of wine – or preferably something stronger – to make the confession a little easier. Legolas had forgiven Glorfindel because he loved him, but could Legolas forgive him?

Elrond almost found himself wishing he wouldn’t. To forgive someone who had blackmailed him into sharing his bed – it truly was a terrible crime, and Elrond knew he did not deserve forgiveness. Still, he was not as selfless as Legolas… He wanted that forgiveness, needed it even! To live without Legolas’ love was bad enough, but to live without his friendship?

Elrond swallowed. “Legolas – did you never realise that I lied to you?” He laughed mirthlessly at the youth’s horrified look. “I told you that you wanted it, too, but that was a lie. It was a lie I told to myself as much as to you, but while I could not believe in it even for one moment, you did. I am sorry, Legolas, so sorry…” He closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands in despair.

“No,” Legolas finally answered him, and Elrond looked up in surprise. “No, you are wrong, Elrond. I did want it – have you forgotten so soon what happened then? I moaned when you touched me! I enjoyed it!”

“You didn’t, Legolas, not truly,” Elrond explained, although he was still afraid that in a moment, Legolas would get up to never return. “Your body enjoyed it, but you did not. I know that you did not want it, but at that point in your life you had not known much affection. I simply took advantage of that fact. You liked it to be treated with gentleness, but if you had been given the choice at that moment to stay or to leave, we both know what would have happened. I never gave you a choice, Legolas, and I have been carrying this guilt around with me ever since. I am so sorry… I cannot even ask you to forgive me, because I know that I do not deserve it.”

“No!” Legolas began to sound stubborn now, and when Elrond looked up again he knew why. “You didn’t!” Legolas shook his head as he stood up from the chair, a look on his face of such hurt and confusion that Elrond almost wanted to give in and keep the lie. Anything but see more of that pain in the one he loved. “You didn’t!” he said again, his lips compressing in determination.

“I did…” Elrond swallowed, wishing he had his loneliness back rather than forcibly have to make Legolas realise exactly what he, Elrond, had done to him. “I manipulated you. I am so sorry.”

“No! That is not the point. You don’t understand what I mean.” Legolas looked at him beseechingly, and Elrond bitterly cursed himself under his breath. “If you did – it worked, didn’t it?” The truth, it seemed, was no consolation to Legolas. “And that’s my fault. What if it happens again?”

All at once, Elrond realised that Legolas did not need his apologies. That the idea was in itself a selfish thing. What Legolas needed – what he had come here for – was something he couldn’t ask for in words. Perhaps he believed he sought the same patient counsel Elrond had offered so many times before. The gentle guidance that had led Legolas to confidence and self-sufficiency in his dealings with others. But he needed something different now. Because there was a way to convince Legolas, wasn’t there? Elrond took a deep breath. It would mean letting go of more than the love they had found. It would mean letting go of everything. It was what Legolas needed, and Elrond knew that from that first moment he had brought this upon himself.

“What if it happens again?” Elrond mused softly as he stood up and walked around the desk, beginning something that would guarantee Legolas never trusted him again. He saw that Legolas noticed the change in his tone, because he began to back away. Reacting quickly, Elrond reached out and pulled Legolas to him, holding him close and breathing in his wonderful scent again for a moment.

“Stop!” Legolas said explosively, trying to free himself in vain. “Don’t!” he pleaded then in obvious panic, and Elrond smiled.

“What if it happens again?” he repeated, even more softly now, pressing gentle kisses to Legolas’ neck while he continued to try and push Elrond away half-heartedly.

“I don’t want this,” he protested, shaking his head in negation while Elrond stole kisses and touches from him deliberately.

“Do you love me?” he asked against the soft skin.

“Yes, but –” Legolas stopped when Elrond licked at his ear, his gasp louder than their words had been, and Elrond closed his eyes in regret.

“Then you do want this. It couldn’t be any other way.” The words were poison – the same poison he had used all that time ago – but now there was a different reaction. He felt Legolas finally, really pushing him away. He had become strong, and Elrond stumbled back, already reaching for the edge of the desk to stop himself from falling. His feet found the very edge of his robes though and he went down anyway.

“Leave me alone!” Legolas declared, so angry and passionate that Elrond almost smiled at his success. Instead he nodded. Legolas left while he had his eyes closed, and he only opened them again when he heard the slamming of the door. Legolas would take more heart from this than anything he could have said. It wouldn’t happen again. Now Legolas would believe in it for himself.

He stood up, feeling weak and cowardly all of a sudden, even though this time, it had been but an act to provoke the required response. He faced his loneliness again, and in his heart, Elrond knew he deserved it.

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Legolas was glad to see that Glorfindel had not yet returned by the time he reached their rooms. Instead, the nursemaid was playing with Gîl while keeping watch over the baby at the same time.

After a moment’s hesitation, Legolas lifted the tiny girl out of her cradle when he noted that she seemed to have just woken. Undoubtedly she would be hungry as well, and although he did not feel up to entertaining Gîl after what had just happened, she was really much too young yet to care about his mood.

He carried her out into the dark garden, giggling a little at her impatient little sounds. “Golden hair and impatience – your breeding shows, little one.” He settled beneath a tree, allowing the child to nurse while he finally began to relax.

He leaned his head against the trunk of the tree, looking up at the stars shining far above him while his thoughts returned to Elrond almost immediately. He felt both angry and unhappy at this betrayal of somebody whom he had hoped to always call a friend, if not a lover. How could Elrond have done such a thing? Even if what he had said was true, how could Elrond even think of doing such a terrible thing to Glorfindel once again?

Legolas frowned. Something just was not right. Why would Elrond apologise and ask for his forgiveness, only to do the same once again mere moments later? Had he truly expected that Legolas would just give in?

They had both known that he would return to Glorfindel, and Elrond seemed to have accepted it, but now… Legolas shook his head, feeling confused and miserable. He could bear losing a lover, but losing the only friend who truly knew him – it just was not fair of Elrond. If he thought Legolas capable of betraying Glorfindel once again – if he wanted Legolas to do it even – then it meant that Elrond did not love him after all. But then, Legolas knew that there was love! He had seen it in Elrond’s eyes, and there was no way that that had been a lie.

“What do I do, little one?” he sighed, looking down at the child that could just as well have been Elrond’s. “After that, how can I still call him a friend? I just do not understand – he knows it is impossible! Why would he want to hurt me so if he loves me?”

Legolas remained with these troubled thoughts for some time, and it wasn’t until Glorfindel found him later on, that he realised the fear had gone. The fear that had driven him to seek Elrond’s advice had disappeared completely! He knew now that there was no chance he would be unfaithful again, and it only took a moment for Legolas to understand what Elrond had given him – his freedom. Elrond’s motivation hadn’t been to take anything from him at all!

After that, although he said nothing to Glorfindel, Legolas found he was more relaxed and happy in his Lord’s presence, knowing that he would do nothing to endanger the love they shared. They sat together under the stars for a while, just talking together, something they had gained from the long months of separation. Now they were lovers again, but the friendship was still there too, and Legolas felt happier than he had in months.

In his arms their tiny daughter slept, and Glorfindel began to think up names for her. At first they were quite pretty, but they grew longer and more and more ridiculous until Legolas was giggling at each one.

“Glíremmelinwen,” Glorfindel suggested at last in mock satisfaction, folding his arms.

“Stop! We are not calling her ‘song of the yellow bird maid’!” Legolas giggled, fearing that soon he would wake her, he was shaking so much in his mirth. “Besides,” he said, calming a little. “I think I have thought of the perfect name.”

“What?” Glorfindel asked, taking the child from Legolas to smile at her sleeping form tenderly, and looking at them together, Legolas felt he did indeed have the right name. He smiled.

“Gloriel.” Glorfindel looked at him, and Legolas as always felt the Lord’s regard like a warm glow all through his body. He lay back on the cool grass and stretched, luxuriating in Glorfindel’s attention like a cat in the sunlight. “It’s perfect,” he sighed happily, closing his eyes.

He stayed that way for a minute or two, and then sneaked a peek at what Glorfindel was doing, as he had not answered and was surprised to find himself quite alone in the garden. He looked around him quickly, and then spied Glorfindel walking back over to where he rested.

“I think it’s a wonderful name, roch neth,” Glorfindel said softly. “Daughter of Golden Light,” he said with a little laugh. “I have put her to sleep now, and Gîlríon is in his bed too.” Legolas nodded slowly, and then accepted Glorfindel’s hand as he stood up.

“It suits you as well as her,” Legolas said softly, just standing still for a moment so that he could lean against the Lord, resting his cheek against Glorfindel’s neck.

“Thank you,” Glorfindel said, and Legolas could hear the smile in his voice. “Since you have given me such a gift, roch neth, I think I should give you a gift too.” Legolas smiled as Glorfindel’s hands travelled down his arms.

“Like what?” he asked, and then looked up suddenly when he felt Glorfindel tying his hands behind his back. He swallowed when he saw the mischievous look his Lord had in the moonlight.

“It is a length of silk rope,” Glorfindel said with a smirk. “Do you like it?” Legolas blushed and then immediately struggled, suddenly understanding the danger when Glorfindel’s hands held his face steady to take a kiss. He tried to hold it in – because he was certain that while he had enjoyed this with Elrond, for Glorfindel to do it might well kill him – but as the Lord kissed him, making that possessive little growl that Legolas knew so well, all of his struggles came to nothing, and Legolas moaned.

“Yes, you do!” Glorfindel said in victory, pulling back as if to observe Legolas’ struggles.

“Please,” Legolas moaned through half-lidded eyes as he twisted his hands ineffectually in the knots. He moaned again when Glorfindel pulled him close to speak confidentially into his ear.

“There are more inside, aras neth. Enough to keep you at my mercy for hours…” Legolas closed his eyes. “And after all, a new pet should be kept on a leash until it is tamed. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas answered breathlessly, finally finding that his legs refused to support him at the image Glorfindel’s words painted for him, but he didn’t fall. Instead, he felt himself lifted into his Lord’s arms as he was carried back inside to what was sure to be heaven and hell all rolled into one. “I love you,” he said with his eyes shut. Glorfindel laughed, and Legolas found his hands twisting restlessly again, although the last thing he wanted was to be free.

“I know you do. But telling me won’t save you from what I’m going to do, aras neth,” he advised softly, and Legolas shivered in excitement. “Because I love you too,” he whispered.

“Please,” Legolas begged, although he did not even know what he was asking for. Glorfindel made him feel so helpless, so completely vulnerable and powerless, and it aroused him to know himself utterly dominated and possessed, because no matter what it was Glorfindel planned to do to him, he wanted it all.

He struggled again against the rope that held his wrists tightly bound, and the feeling of the silk rope digging into his skin made his breath come in fast little gasps while his shaft swelled to uncomfortable hardness.

“My Lord!” he begged again, almost whimpering with need, but Glorfindel only chuckled with obvious amusement at his state.

“Don’t even try,” he purred darkly. “You will not escape me, aras neth, now that I have caught you – I will keep you leashed until you are perfectly tamed, until you no longer fight my touch… my mastery of you.”

Legolas moaned softly, his eyes falling closed in dismayed surrender. Even if he wanted to fight, just for the sake of the game, he found he could not – not when Glorfindel’s voice was so perfectly dark and threatening, his scent so overwhelming…

“Please,” he sobbed again, and now he knew what he was begging for. He wanted what Glorfindel promised, he wanted the silk bindings, the surrender that would be forced from his body, he wanted to be made into a tame pet by Glorfindel. Oh, the picture his Lord’s words painted… to think of himself truly as a captive pet, a collar around his neck, a leash fastened to it, resting in his Lord’s hands…

He whimpered again, mortified when he realised that had he almost come just from thinking about it.

“Are you so eager for punishment, aras neth?” Glorfindel asked knowingly, then chuckled when Legolas flushed and tried to hide his face. “Because I will, if you keep struggling. You know I will. Oh, you will soon learn that disobedience will bring you punishment, while willing submission…”

Legolas closed his eyes and shivered, feeling Glorfindel’s breath move against his skin like a caress.

“Your willing submission will earn you such rewards, Legolas!”

Legolas moaned, struggling again because he wanted, needed to touch Glorfindel, but he could not free his hands, and by the time Glorfindel put him down onto the bed, he was almost crying from need and frustration.

He struggled while Glorfindel laid him down. He thrashed about on the bed while Glorfindel gently undressed him, touching every part of newly exposed flesh. He only stopped trying to get free when the Lord turned him over onto his front to free his arms of the tunic he had been wearing, and untied his hands. Legolas moaned then in a mixture of relief and frustration, crying a little when Glorfindel only laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pleaded. “You don’t know how it feels when…” he sighed, unable to complete the thought, and slumped down against the pillows in defeat as Glorfindel’s hands roamed over his naked back, seeming to touch him everywhere at once so that he sighed, helpless as always at Glorfindel’s simple touch.

“You have struggled ever since I tied you,” Glorfindel noted darkly, and Legolas swallowed. “I said your willing submission would be rewarded, while fighting would be punished.” Legolas became so still he didn’t even dare to breathe, remembering what ‘punishment’ at his Lord’s hands had entailed before.

“Therefore,” Glorfindel continued, his fingers now gently caressing the soft skin of Legolas’ buttocks. “I think you should be denied the opportunity to rest on my bed until you are better behaved.” So saying, Glorfindel lifted him again, and this time Legolas found himself deposited on the floor.

His hands were free and there was no collar around his neck, but Legolas felt the same wonderful excitement of that long ago day when Glorfindel had chased him through the woods on his horse, hunting him down like prey. He crawled to kneel at Glorfindel’s feet where he sat on the side of the bed, and meekly rested his cheek against the Lord’s thigh. This was a position he had taken so many times before, but it held such a different flavour now.

“Aras neth,” Glorfindel said, his hands coming down to stroke Legolas’ hair. “Do you remember your promises to me? Do you remember promising to become tame under my hand, to become my pet and do anything I say?”

“Yes, Faron,” Legolas replied quietly. “I remember.”

“Good.” He was pushed back until he made eye contact with Glorfindel, and the Lord laughed again when he blushed and looked down. “If you hold to that promise, then hold out your hands in front of you.”

Without daring to look up, Legolas did as Glorfindel asked, and found his wrists being bound together again. He watched the movement of Glorfindel’s hands, efficiently making him helpless once more, and he moaned.

“Shh, aras neth,” Glorfindel stopped to caress his hands for a moment, and the feel of the Lord’s roughened fingers against his sensitive palms almost made Legolas moan again. “This is what you want, is it not?”

For a moment, Legolas feared he had forgotten how to speak. He cleared his throat and swallowed to return some moisture to his mouth; even so, his words came out deeper and huskier than he had hoped.

“Yes, Faron.” Glorfindel quickly finished securing his wrists, and then let his hands go. Legolas immediately tested the bonds, both gladdened and dismayed when he realised how impossible it was to escape them. “Look at me!” Glorfindel commanded suddenly, and Legolas looked up, his hands stilling in his shock at being addressed so sharply.

“Don’t fight, aras neth,” Glorfindel advised, and Legolas looked back in mute appeal. But he wanted to fight! To know how helpless he was! To be commanded not to struggle… Legolas whimpered in helpless arousal, unable to look away from Glorfindel’s eyes. He truly tried to obey, but as they looked at each other, he couldn’t stop himself from struggling. It was impossible!

“But Faron…” he whispered, tears of frustration shining in his eyes, “it is… I need to feel–”

“No!” Glorfindel said so sternly that Legolas flinched. Then the Lord shook his head, as if he were truly disappointed by Legolas’ apparent inability to obey, and Legolas wanted to cry when he saw his expression.

“Stay where you are,” Glorfindel commanded before he got up, and although Legolas was still trembling with need, he forced himself to stay motionless this time, his eyes obediently lowered to the floor so that he could only guess what Glorfindel was doing from the sounds he made.

There was the sound of something being opened – a drawer maybe? – and then a metallic clinking. Legolas shivered at the thought of his Lord putting chains on him, whimpering softly when he heard Glorfindel return to his side. More than anything he wanted to know what Glorfindel would do to him, but he did not dare to look up, not even when several moments passed while Glorfindel stood behind him, waiting.

“Hold yourself straight, Legolas!” he finally commanded, and Legolas flinched at the criticism, straightening immediately although he still kept his eyes lowered.

“Good… very good,” Glorfindel then purred, slowly walking around him. Legolas could feel his Lord’s gaze run over his skin, checking him as if he were an animal he wished to purchase, and Legolas felt weak with arousal and need.

“Please…” he whispered softly, but he was immediately silenced by his Lord’s hand which came to rest heavily on his shoulder.

“Quiet!” Glorfindel said sternly, and Legolas almost sobbed.

“I can already see how it is going to be,” Glorfindel then ominously continued. “You just cannot obey, not even the simplest command – but I am going to tame you, aras neth… by all means necessary.”

“Yes, Faron,” Legolas whispered gratefully. “I am sorry – tame me, make me your pet. Teach me how to please you, my Lord!”

“I will, Legolas,” Glorfindel answered, his voice dark and threatening, and Legolas’ eyes widened when he felt Glorfindel put something around his throat – something that was made from soft, yet sturdy leather.

Legolas moaned, his eyes falling closed as he tried to lean back into Glorfindel’s touch. A collar! Glorfindel had put a collar on him, as if he truly were no more than a pet! He was unbearably hard, and he knew that if Glorfindel were to command him to he would come without any other stimulation now – but Glorfindel did not speak.

Instead, there was the clinking again, and a slight tug at his collar, and when Glorfindel finally commanded him to look up, Legolas truly feared that he would faint. Glorfindel had fastened a chain to his collar, holding the other end in his hand – Legolas whimpered, feeling light-headed and breathless, and he crawled forward on hands and knees to press his head submissively against his Lord’s leg, too far gone to plead with words for what he needed.

To his surprise, Glorfindel only walked away, and it was a moment before Legolas realised he had to go where his Lord led him.

“Come!” Glorfindel ordered curtly, and the pulling on the collar made Legolas feel almost too weak to crawl as he tried to keep up. They didn’t go far, only to a chair that Glorfindel sat in while Legolas stayed close to his feet.

“Now stand up, aras neth. Let me see what I have.” Glorfindel tugged on the chain for good measure, and Legolas wondered if his legs would in fact support him as he clambered unsteadily to his feet in front of his Lord. His hands were still tied in front of him, and he held himself awkwardly with his hands in front of his midriff. He had been looking anywhere else, but now he felt his eyes drawn to Glorfindel helplessly. For the first time, it occurred to him he was looking down on the Lord, but it was clear to him that Glorfindel still had all the control here.

“Lift your hands,” Glorfindel ordered, and Legolas slowly raised his bound hands above his head as Glorfindel looked hungrily on his naked body. “Good. Now turn in a circle.” Blushing, Legolas did as he was told, his eyes sliding closed in arousal when he felt the leather collar moving on his neck as he turned.

At the end of the movement, he came to stand before Glorfindel again, his hands raised high above his head. He held his breath as the Lord reached up to touch his chest, sure he couldn’t take any more torment. At that thought he looked down, and gasped when he saw how hard he was, and more importantly, how close he was to Glorfindel’s lips. He tried to step back in shock at the thought he couldn’t put into words, only for Glorfindel to grab him suddenly around the waist to keep him in place.

“Don’t move away from me!” Glorfindel rapped out, and Legolas trembled.

“No! I am sorry!” He fought with his need to obey Glorfindel, but also to put much needed distance between them. As if it was beyond his control, Legolas looked down again, and he whimpered when Glorfindel leaned forward, the Lord’s warm hands on his hips holding him steady. But then Glorfindel ignored the obvious and only kissed his stomach.

Legolas sighed softly, but he was astounded at the sound that came from his own lips. It was unlike anything he had heard before. All of his longing and desire was in that sigh, the thought he was still unable to form was in it, and strangely, at this point, he remembered that night with Elrond, when he had known the sensation of a lover’s lips and tongue on him for the first time.

Glorfindel must know! And indeed, when the Lord looked up at him, he flashed Legolas a quick lascivious grin, one of his hands moving quickly to take hold of his hardened member and squeeze him lightly a couple of times.

Legolas cried out and stumbled back, putting out his hands instinctively as he fell to his knees. “Oh, please!” He felt Glorfindel holding his bound hands and he couldn’t keep up the game anymore. He wasn’t even aware of it. The game of hunter and hunted was insignificant. “Glorfindel…” There was silence for a moment, then came the reminder.

“You know how to address me, aras neth,” Glorfindel said gently, and Legolas swallowed.

“Yes, Faron,” he breathed, “I am sorry.” Legolas was surprised he could speak. He was sure he couldn’t open his eyes to look, but then he felt Glorfindel’s hand on his jaw, forcing his head up and he opened his eyes slowly to find the Lord looking at him thoughtfully.

“Do you wish for the mercy of the hunter now… my pet?”

Legolas shivered, finding that he could not speak even though he wanted this more than anything. He swallowed, moistening his lips with his tongue, then tried again.

“Yes, Faron… oh yes, please! Mercy!”

“Do you think you deserve mercy?” Glorfindel asked with a small smile on his lips, and Legolas sobbed because he knew he didn’t, not after his earlier disobedience. And had he not asked Glorfindel to tame him? To teach him? But oh, it was so hard to wait for his Lord’s orders when he needed like this…

“I don’t, Faron - I know I don’t!” he sobbed, “but please, please…!”

“Please what, aras neth?” Glorfindel asked with a soft laugh. “Do you want me to touch you?” He wrapped his hand around Legolas’ shaft, gently squeezing while the youth cried out with helpless longing, shaking as he tried to fight against what his body had needed for far too long already.

“Faron!” he cried, forcing himself to meet his Lord’s eyes to give him that at least while his body defied him and he spent himself, shuddering with miserable lust and need.

“Look at what you have done, pet!” Glorfindel chastised with a frown, and Legolas whimpered when his Lord looked at the floor in disappointment, shaking his head at the small puddle of his seed.

“Forgive me, Faron,” Legolas sighed, all thought gone as he felt nothing but a languid, lingering pleasure, and the need to serve like a sweet ache inside him. Only when his tongue touched the floor did he realise what he was doing, and at that realisation, at the salty taste of his own release on his tongue, arousal once again filled his body as if something inside him had broken, releasing feelings and needs he never knew he had.

Glorfindel moaned softly, and Legolas shivered again at the thought that he was bringing his Faron pleasure. He renewed his efforts to clean up what he had so thoughtlessly spilled, his tongue rasping over the perfectly polished stone floor of Glorfindel’s rooms, and at once he felt his arousal reach a new height at this debasement.

“Touch yourself,” Glorfindel commanded, his voice deep and rough. “I want you hard for me – I always want you hard for me when we are like this, aras neth, to see your need for me!”

Legolas whimpered softly as he immediately obeyed, the touch of his fingers almost too much on his over-sensitised flesh. It gave the pleasure a sharp edge, and yet he persevered, wanting to obey Glorfindel in everything. He panicked when his spent member refused at first to react to his touch, and the silence was only broken by the jangling of the chain that led from his neck as he moved his bound hands up and down over his flesh somewhat desperately.

He was aware of Glorfindel tapping his foot on the floor demandingly, watching him, and it made him feel weak, so that he was glad when he had returned to full hardness after a few lengthy torturous moments. He dropped his hands to the floor again when he thought he could, sighing softly at the pressure of the rope around his wrists, and the weight of the chain fixed to his collar. Suddenly it was no longer enough to lap up the traces of his releases – he wanted to do more, he needed more, but not his Lord’s touch, no, there was something else he needed. He did not know what it was although it had become an ache somewhere inside him…

He again lapped at the spot he had just cleaned, although there was nothing more for him to taste, but when he raised his head with a moan of deep disappointment, he saw that there were a few drops he had missed – two, three drops of his seed that had landed on his Lord’s foot.

He swallowed, his breath coming so fast that he was starting to feel light-headed again, but when he lowered his head for a reverent kiss to the arched instep all thought fled, and the taste of his Lord’s skin mingled with his salty essence became his entire world.

Licking, kissing, he heard Glorfindel’s low moan above him and it only made him try harder to please. “Oh, yes, aras neth! You already know how to please your Master, don’t you?” Legolas tried to nod, but he was distracted now by Glorfindel’s toes. He kissed them, one by one, and then quite naturally took the largest digit into his mouth.

“That’s right, pet,” Glorfindel said, his voice husky with desire. “Worship me, and maybe I’ll be merciful and allow you the comfort of my bed tonight instead of the cold floor.” Legolas whimpered but carried on, not needing any encouragement to suck on Glorfindel’s toe, rubbing his tongue against it, showing how pleasing he could be if only his Lord allowed it.

He felt sudden pressure as Glorfindel moved his foot further forward and by necessity Legolas knelt straighter, moving back because Glorfindel was pushing him back, but then the chain was taut and he had gone as far back as he could. Slowly, he felt the press of Glorfindel’s foot pulling away from him, and he moaned softly, closing his eyes as Glorfindel stood in front of him.

He felt fabric against his nose and mouth, and he opened his eyes to find himself facing Glorfindel’s groin. Instinctively, he rubbed his cheek against the shape of the hardened shaft beneath. “Do you think you could please me like that, pet?”

“Oh, yes! Please, let me try!” He licked at the hardness through the material, dampening it and raising his bound hands to the heaviness beneath. “Let me,” he pleaded again, but Glorfindel only turned away from him. Again, he realised a little belatedly that he had to go where his Lord went, and he scrambled to keep up as Glorfindel walked briskly to the bed with the chain in his hand.

He waited by the side of the bed, and then felt himself blush when Glorfindel patted the covers in command, but clambered onto the bed obediently. He sighed when the Lord freed his hands, and took the chain away. He had enjoyed the game, but now he felt so tired after all the demands on him, and he reached up with his newly freed hands to investigate the collar.

“Don’t touch it, pet,” Glorfindel said as he undressed, and Legolas froze in shock. “The collar is not yours, it is mine, just as you are.” For a moment his mind refused to come up with any words at all.

“B-but in the morning –” Legolas faltered, imagining himself at breakfast with a collar around his neck like some kind of dog. He imagined Gîl seeing it, and he swallowed nervously.

“In the morning you will still be mine,” Glorfindel explained reasonably, finally joining Legolas in the bed and pulling him close. It was true, and yet it seemed all wrong.

“But I –”

“Don’t defy me, pet. Go to sleep.” Glorfindel stroked Legolas’ face and hair gently, watching as he fought to stay awake, his palms resting flat and warm against Glorfindel’s chest. But soon, his breathing slowed and his eyes lost their focus. Smiling, Glorfindel reached for the oil, and then for himself, stroking himself as he replayed all the wonderful images in his mind.

It would have been perfect to take Legolas at last, but Glorfindel truly didn’t want to hurt him. It was only a day or so since the birth, and while he had needed the morning’s activities to be with Legolas again, now it was time to let him recover. The youth had known pleasure with him, and yet the actual demands on his body were not that great. There was something to be said for this new game, he thought.

It didn’t take him long to find relief, and when he had cleaned himself, he took Legolas into his arms again for the final time, drifting into reverie himself almost immediately, comforted by Legolas’ heartbeat next to his, and the youth’s warmth and scent, his eyes resting on the collar that Legolas still wore... He would take it off him in the morning… perhaps.