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Chapter 27
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 27/?
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
Once again I have to thank Calenharn Elflover, the best beta in the world, for spending so much time on this! :)
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The next time Legolas woke, he saw Glorfindel sitting at the edge of their bed, watching him with a bemused smile.
“My Lord,” Legolas said drowsily, reaching out with one hand to pull Glorfindel down to him, but then abandoning that idea as it took too much effort. Instead he wrapped that arm around Glorfindel’s waist and curled himself around him, so he could rest his head in his lord’s lap. The warrior watched him with affection in his eyes, brushing the hair away from Legolas’ face and then began to gently stroke his back with his fingertips, coaxing a contented sigh from the young prince.
Roch neth... do not fall asleep,” Glorfindel said softly, pulling the sleepy young Sinda up so that he was straddling his lap. He kissed his temple when Legolas rested his head against his shoulder, allowing him to doze in his arms for another moment.
Finally Legolas stretched and looked up at Glorfindel, becoming aware once again of their surroundings – and of what Glorfindel had promised him earlier. “I am sorry, my lord – I did not intend to fall asleep.”
“No, you are still exhausted from the journey, Legolas, you do not need to be sorry for being tired.” Glorfindel smiled, then dragged one finger up Legolas’ thigh, moving the nightshirt upwards as well.
Legolas flushed at Glorfindel’s teasing touch. “Forgive me, lord... I know well that I am not supposed to wear this in bed, but I was afraid somebody might come in.”
“Indeed I do not permit this usually, but I will allow it during our stay in Lórien. You would do well not to grow used to it, though,” Glorfindel said sternly, but was placated by Legolas’ obedient nod. “Well then... I think it is time to address your behavior in the mountains, Legolas. You do remember what I promised you, do you not?”
“Yes, my Lord...” Legolas voice was trembling slighty, and his cheeks reddened when he raised his eyes. “You promised to use more than your hand to discipline me.”
“Yes, indeed I did. I think it is time to acquaint you with some of the.... finer subleties of pain, and the pleasure that may be derived from it. Do you see this?” Glorfindel got up to take something from the table, then returned to the bed and placed it into Legolas’ hands. “A mallorn switch – freshly cut just moments ago. I freed it from its bark while you slept, roch neth. Is it not beautiful? There is no wood I cherish more. Touch it, Legolas, feel how smooth it is, how strong and yet so flexible. How the pale wood shimmers golden when the light hits it... We will take it back to Imladris with us, and it will be your responsibility to care for it, to oil it, and – most importantly – you will get it and present it to me whenever you think that you have erred and need to be disciplined. Do you understand me, Legolas?”
“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas said softly, touching the smooth wood with both trepidation and awe. Glorfindel was right – the wood was beautiful, pale with several golden veins. They shimmered in the candlelight which Glorfindel seemed to have lit while he had been asleep... “How do you want me, my Lord?” he asked bravely, already fearing the sting of the switch.
“I want to see you kneel before me, cunn lend nín,” Glorfindel purred, his smile widening when Legolas gracefully slid from the bed to the floor to kneel there in front of his lord. “Yes... very good, Legolas. And now tell me for which transgression you have earned yourself a punishment, and ask me to give it.”
“I... I listened to the guards...” Legolas began, a little hesitant as he remembered his shameful behavior. “I listened to them making love, and I – I touched myself while I was supposed to wait for you, lord.” He bowed his head, feeling true shame now that he recounted his deeds. “Forgive me, my lord; my behavior was improper, I shamed you in front of your guards. Please punish me, so that I will learn to control myself, and to bring honor to you.”
Glorfindel had watched Legolas with a serious expression, but now he nodded and raised a hand to caress his cheek. “Yes, Legolas, you still have much to learn, but I am pleased that you realized your mistake. I will punish you, and then we will not talk about it again. Come, over my lap, roch neth...”
Once Legolas had positioned himself, Glorfindel pulled up the hem of the nightshirt to pat the firm buttocks, then began to spank the prince, laughing softly at the surprised yelp that caused. “Just to warm you up a little,” he explained with obvious amusement. “And because I so love the way you writhe and tremble on my lap...”
But despite his words, he kept the slaps light, not meaning to cause pain beyond a slight sting. Legolas soon relaxed – and while his skin was continuing to redden, his length was slowly hardening against Glorfindel’s thigh. The Noldorin warrior could hear his breathing quickening, and also knew that the little sounds that escaped Legolas were not caused by pain, but rather suppressed moans.
Glorfindel smiled and pulled Legolas up. “This is supposed to be a punishment,” he teasingly remarked. “But can it be that you actually enjoy this?”
Legolas stared at him, wide-eyed and obviously confused and miserable about his body’s reaction. “No, my lord... I do not like to be hurt. But... but I like being close to you. I like being touched by you...”
“Ah, but was this truly painful, roch neth? I think not... you already know what it is like to be punished for a serious infraction of my rules. Now get up, it is time to try out how the mallorn will feel on your skin. Just bend over that table for me.”
Still looking troubled and visibly confused, Legolas obeyed. He did not even fear the mallorn switch anymore as he kept thinking about Glorfindel’s words and the strange reactions of his body. He did not like to be punished – did he?
Then the switch came down and he cried out in surprise, immediately biting his lip afterward to stifle more of the cowardly sounds. It hurt, it truly hurt... the pain seemed to vibrate through his entire body, and his bottom felt as if it was burning with heat. Yet he was aware that Glorfindel was holding back. The pain was nowhere near as bad as what he had endured with other, far worse, punishments – but it hurt nonetheless.
“That is enough,” Glorfindel said after only a few strokes, eyeing with satisfaction the red lines that he had laid over Legolas’ buttocks, not one line crossing the other. “It suits you, this chastised look... and see, I think you enjoyed it after all.” He reached between Legolas’ thighs to grasp the still-hard shaft, coaxing an uncomfortable moan from the prince.
Then Glorfindel let go of him, patting Legolas’ bottom again and smirking as the prince hissed. “Up with you... get my brush, and some of that wine over there.” He watched Legolas hurry away, smiling in satisfaction. He had chosen well... the nightshirt was so short that with every step, it was pulled up and gave glimpses of the pert red buttocks and the welts that decorated it.
Glorfindel sat down in a chair, relaxing into the velvet cushion, and took the goblet of wine Legolas had fetched him. He motioned for the prince to kneel, then took the brush from his fingers as well. “Do not fear, no more punishments for you today – if you behave,” he teased, then put the goblet down and began to brush Legolas’ hair that had been mussed both by sleep and the subsequent disciplining over his lap.
With a deep sigh Legolas rested his chin on Glorfindel’s thigh, closing his eyes as he calmed under the soothing ministrations. Despite the stinging welts, Legolas enjoyed the intimacy of the situation – it felt a little like he was floating, protected by a cloud from all other emotions but those of safety and comfort, and a deep yearning to be allowed to stay like this. No longer did he muse about why it had aroused him to be pulled over Glorfindel’s knee; there was no room for thoughts now, only the peace of acceptance, and of gratitude for his lord’s tenderness.
That peace was shattered before Glorfindel was finished with the prince’s hair, when after a soft knock, Celeborn entered their talan. Legolas gasped and flinched, then yelped as that made the brush that was still in his hair yank on some strands.
“Suilad,” Celeborn greeted them, receiving a smile and a greeting in return from Glorfindel.
“Celeborn, mellon nín – please sit down. I am glad that you found the time. It has been far too long...”
The Lord of the Wood nodded, choosing the chair next to Glorfindel. “Yes, it has been a long time. There are few here who I can talk freely with, as I do with you. Your visits and our conversations are something that I look forward to all the more because of their infrequency.”
“Legolas, fetch the Lord some wine,” Glorfindel ordered, then laughed softly when Celeborn’s eyes widened and followed Legolas on his way through the room, resting very obviously on his red buttocks.
“Did you misbehave, cunn dithen?” Celeborn inquired, unable to help the amused smile that spread over his face. That smile got even wider when Legolas turned to them, and the Lord of the Golden Wood could see that he was still aroused.
Legolas blushed furiously, lowering his eyes as he presented the goblet to Celeborn with slightly shaking hands.
“I see you enjoy it, too, when Glorfindel is forced to discipline you?” Celeborn could not resist teasing.
Glorfindel laughed and tugged on his prince’s arm so that he was once again forced to rest on the floor, with his head resting on the Noldo’s thigh.
“Well, Legolas? What is your answer to Lord Celeborn’s question?”
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roch neth - colt
cunn lend nín – my sweet prince
suilad - greetings
mellon nín – my friend
cunn dithen – little prince
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Part: 27/?
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues
Once again I have to thank Calenharn Elflover, the best beta in the world, for spending so much time on this! :)
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The next time Legolas woke, he saw Glorfindel sitting at the edge of their bed, watching him with a bemused smile.
“My Lord,” Legolas said drowsily, reaching out with one hand to pull Glorfindel down to him, but then abandoning that idea as it took too much effort. Instead he wrapped that arm around Glorfindel’s waist and curled himself around him, so he could rest his head in his lord’s lap. The warrior watched him with affection in his eyes, brushing the hair away from Legolas’ face and then began to gently stroke his back with his fingertips, coaxing a contented sigh from the young prince.
Roch neth... do not fall asleep,” Glorfindel said softly, pulling the sleepy young Sinda up so that he was straddling his lap. He kissed his temple when Legolas rested his head against his shoulder, allowing him to doze in his arms for another moment.
Finally Legolas stretched and looked up at Glorfindel, becoming aware once again of their surroundings – and of what Glorfindel had promised him earlier. “I am sorry, my lord – I did not intend to fall asleep.”
“No, you are still exhausted from the journey, Legolas, you do not need to be sorry for being tired.” Glorfindel smiled, then dragged one finger up Legolas’ thigh, moving the nightshirt upwards as well.
Legolas flushed at Glorfindel’s teasing touch. “Forgive me, lord... I know well that I am not supposed to wear this in bed, but I was afraid somebody might come in.”
“Indeed I do not permit this usually, but I will allow it during our stay in Lórien. You would do well not to grow used to it, though,” Glorfindel said sternly, but was placated by Legolas’ obedient nod. “Well then... I think it is time to address your behavior in the mountains, Legolas. You do remember what I promised you, do you not?”
“Yes, my Lord...” Legolas voice was trembling slighty, and his cheeks reddened when he raised his eyes. “You promised to use more than your hand to discipline me.”
“Yes, indeed I did. I think it is time to acquaint you with some of the.... finer subleties of pain, and the pleasure that may be derived from it. Do you see this?” Glorfindel got up to take something from the table, then returned to the bed and placed it into Legolas’ hands. “A mallorn switch – freshly cut just moments ago. I freed it from its bark while you slept, roch neth. Is it not beautiful? There is no wood I cherish more. Touch it, Legolas, feel how smooth it is, how strong and yet so flexible. How the pale wood shimmers golden when the light hits it... We will take it back to Imladris with us, and it will be your responsibility to care for it, to oil it, and – most importantly – you will get it and present it to me whenever you think that you have erred and need to be disciplined. Do you understand me, Legolas?”
“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas said softly, touching the smooth wood with both trepidation and awe. Glorfindel was right – the wood was beautiful, pale with several golden veins. They shimmered in the candlelight which Glorfindel seemed to have lit while he had been asleep... “How do you want me, my Lord?” he asked bravely, already fearing the sting of the switch.
“I want to see you kneel before me, cunn lend nín,” Glorfindel purred, his smile widening when Legolas gracefully slid from the bed to the floor to kneel there in front of his lord. “Yes... very good, Legolas. And now tell me for which transgression you have earned yourself a punishment, and ask me to give it.”
“I... I listened to the guards...” Legolas began, a little hesitant as he remembered his shameful behavior. “I listened to them making love, and I – I touched myself while I was supposed to wait for you, lord.” He bowed his head, feeling true shame now that he recounted his deeds. “Forgive me, my lord; my behavior was improper, I shamed you in front of your guards. Please punish me, so that I will learn to control myself, and to bring honor to you.”
Glorfindel had watched Legolas with a serious expression, but now he nodded and raised a hand to caress his cheek. “Yes, Legolas, you still have much to learn, but I am pleased that you realized your mistake. I will punish you, and then we will not talk about it again. Come, over my lap, roch neth...”
Once Legolas had positioned himself, Glorfindel pulled up the hem of the nightshirt to pat the firm buttocks, then began to spank the prince, laughing softly at the surprised yelp that caused. “Just to warm you up a little,” he explained with obvious amusement. “And because I so love the way you writhe and tremble on my lap...”
But despite his words, he kept the slaps light, not meaning to cause pain beyond a slight sting. Legolas soon relaxed – and while his skin was continuing to redden, his length was slowly hardening against Glorfindel’s thigh. The Noldorin warrior could hear his breathing quickening, and also knew that the little sounds that escaped Legolas were not caused by pain, but rather suppressed moans.
Glorfindel smiled and pulled Legolas up. “This is supposed to be a punishment,” he teasingly remarked. “But can it be that you actually enjoy this?”
Legolas stared at him, wide-eyed and obviously confused and miserable about his body’s reaction. “No, my lord... I do not like to be hurt. But... but I like being close to you. I like being touched by you...”
“Ah, but was this truly painful, roch neth? I think not... you already know what it is like to be punished for a serious infraction of my rules. Now get up, it is time to try out how the mallorn will feel on your skin. Just bend over that table for me.”
Still looking troubled and visibly confused, Legolas obeyed. He did not even fear the mallorn switch anymore as he kept thinking about Glorfindel’s words and the strange reactions of his body. He did not like to be punished – did he?
Then the switch came down and he cried out in surprise, immediately biting his lip afterward to stifle more of the cowardly sounds. It hurt, it truly hurt... the pain seemed to vibrate through his entire body, and his bottom felt as if it was burning with heat. Yet he was aware that Glorfindel was holding back. The pain was nowhere near as bad as what he had endured with other, far worse, punishments – but it hurt nonetheless.
“That is enough,” Glorfindel said after only a few strokes, eyeing with satisfaction the red lines that he had laid over Legolas’ buttocks, not one line crossing the other. “It suits you, this chastised look... and see, I think you enjoyed it after all.” He reached between Legolas’ thighs to grasp the still-hard shaft, coaxing an uncomfortable moan from the prince.
Then Glorfindel let go of him, patting Legolas’ bottom again and smirking as the prince hissed. “Up with you... get my brush, and some of that wine over there.” He watched Legolas hurry away, smiling in satisfaction. He had chosen well... the nightshirt was so short that with every step, it was pulled up and gave glimpses of the pert red buttocks and the welts that decorated it.
Glorfindel sat down in a chair, relaxing into the velvet cushion, and took the goblet of wine Legolas had fetched him. He motioned for the prince to kneel, then took the brush from his fingers as well. “Do not fear, no more punishments for you today – if you behave,” he teased, then put the goblet down and began to brush Legolas’ hair that had been mussed both by sleep and the subsequent disciplining over his lap.
With a deep sigh Legolas rested his chin on Glorfindel’s thigh, closing his eyes as he calmed under the soothing ministrations. Despite the stinging welts, Legolas enjoyed the intimacy of the situation – it felt a little like he was floating, protected by a cloud from all other emotions but those of safety and comfort, and a deep yearning to be allowed to stay like this. No longer did he muse about why it had aroused him to be pulled over Glorfindel’s knee; there was no room for thoughts now, only the peace of acceptance, and of gratitude for his lord’s tenderness.
That peace was shattered before Glorfindel was finished with the prince’s hair, when after a soft knock, Celeborn entered their talan. Legolas gasped and flinched, then yelped as that made the brush that was still in his hair yank on some strands.
“Suilad,” Celeborn greeted them, receiving a smile and a greeting in return from Glorfindel.
“Celeborn, mellon nín – please sit down. I am glad that you found the time. It has been far too long...”
The Lord of the Wood nodded, choosing the chair next to Glorfindel. “Yes, it has been a long time. There are few here who I can talk freely with, as I do with you. Your visits and our conversations are something that I look forward to all the more because of their infrequency.”
“Legolas, fetch the Lord some wine,” Glorfindel ordered, then laughed softly when Celeborn’s eyes widened and followed Legolas on his way through the room, resting very obviously on his red buttocks.
“Did you misbehave, cunn dithen?” Celeborn inquired, unable to help the amused smile that spread over his face. That smile got even wider when Legolas turned to them, and the Lord of the Golden Wood could see that he was still aroused.
Legolas blushed furiously, lowering his eyes as he presented the goblet to Celeborn with slightly shaking hands.
“I see you enjoy it, too, when Glorfindel is forced to discipline you?” Celeborn could not resist teasing.
Glorfindel laughed and tugged on his prince’s arm so that he was once again forced to rest on the floor, with his head resting on the Noldo’s thigh.
“Well, Legolas? What is your answer to Lord Celeborn’s question?”
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roch neth - colt
cunn lend nín – my sweet prince
suilad - greetings
mellon nín – my friend
cunn dithen – little prince
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