Ithilion

Title: Ithilion
Author:Githoniel
Part: 3/??
Pairing: Melpomaen/??
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning:AU, slash, male-preg.
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: There has never been much happiness in Melpomaen’s life, but when he finds out he is pregnant, he knows things have to change...
Authors Note: // = thoughts, ~~ = memories


Part 3

An unmistakable growl in his stomach made Melpomaen smirk.
“Oh – be quiet, pen-neth! I know you are hungry – so am I! But we have no food left and it’ll take some time, ‘till we reach the next town, to buy something.”
His stomach ignored his reasoning though and growled again.
“Ok – I understand! You want me to eat NOW!!!”
Five weeks had passed, since Melpomaen had to leave Lorien. Traveling wasn’t that hard for him, for he was used to do so since his wandering with Gildor years ago. Whenever Melpomaen was near a human settlement, he stayed some time there and stocked his supplies.
It was late spring by now. Soon, he would reach the place, Gildor and his travelers always had their summer camp. He only hoped, Gildor would take him in once again. His belly began to show by now – soon, his condition would be obvious to everyone.
Melpomaen placed his bag next to a big tree and scanned his surroundings.
“Mmh – well, let’s look around and see if we find something eatable within these woods.”
He roamed through the coppice until he came upon a bush with ripe red berries.
“What do you think, little one? Are these berries eatable? Are we desperate enough to try?”
When his stomach growled once more , Melpomaen took this as a ‘yes’ and started to plug and devour all berries he could find. They tasted bitter, but stilled his hunger a little. After his sparse meal, the young elf walked back to his pack and lay down under the tree. His hand wandered to his belly and he began to stroke the slight swelling there.
“Why have you come into my life, pen-neth? I could have lived my life in Lorien, content – somehow – until the end of my days. Why did the Valar burden me with you?”
Every waking moment, Melpomaen worried about the days, that were to come. When autumn turned to winter, he would give birth to this child. Could he really do this. Could he be a father. //Or rather a nana? // Oh, these thoughts were so very confusing. He couldn’t picture himself with a child in his arms. What a poor excuse for a parent, he would make. Maybe, he should leave this little being in another loving elf’s care? Melpomaen sighed.
“I wish, this had never happened to me!”
A single tear escaped his eye and ran over his cheek. Then exhaustion took hold and Melpomaen fell asleep.

He woke two hours later with a start. A cramp in his stomach made him cry out with pain. He rolled onto his side and in a fetal position, his arms protectively pressed against his belly. But the pain didn’t lessen.
“NO! My child – NO!” The young elf panicked.
The pain became even worse. If someone had cut out his guts with a very sharp knife, it couldn’t have felt worse.
Melpomaen cried for help, but there was no one around to hear him, he was all alone in this part of the forest.
“I’m sorry – I’m so sorry!” He cried out. “Oh, Valar – forgive me... what I... said earlier. Don’t – don’t take my child from me, saes. I- I will ...care for it! I will love it – I already do! Saes...”
Once again a wave of pain washed through his body. Melpomaen rolled to his knees and began to empty his stomach heavily. Once he had vomitted all the berries, the pain began to lessen and he fell onto his back. Holding his stomach tight he cried and mumbled over and over again: “Forgive me – forgive me, pen-neth. I love you – I love you!”


***

Two weeks later, Melpomaen finally found the camp of Gildor and his travellers. When he walked between the tents, some elves recognized him and gave him disgusted looks, but Melpomaen didn’t care. He walked straight to the biggest tent, the fabric a burgundy coloured drapery, which stood in the middle of the camp. An elf in armor stood in front of the entrance, an elf, Melpomaen knew.
“I want to speak to Gildor!” the young elf announced.
The guard looked at him with hatred in his eyes.
“For you it’s LORD Gildor! And why should he want to talk to a little whore like you?”
“Maybe LORD Gildor could decide that himself!”
The guard growled at Melpomaen, but then disappeared into the tent to announce Melpomaen’s presence to the gipsy lord. A moment later, he came back and gestured for Melpomaen to enter.

Inside the tent, everything glowed in a red light. Gildor lay sprawled on a settee, a goblet of wine in his hands.
“Melpomaen – what a pleasant surprise. Are you visiting some old friends? Was it too boring in that Golden Wood for you?”
He stood up, walked behind the young elf and brought his lips to Melpomaens ear.
“Have you missed my touch at nights?”
“I’m here to travel with you again. I – I had to leave Lorien. I was cast out.”
“Why? Didn’t they want a good whore in their precious woods?”
“I’m pregnant!”
Gildor choked on his wine and the dark red liquid dripped on his robe.
“You’re what?”
“Pregnant!”
“You jest!”
Melpomaen lifted his tunic and showed Gildor his slightly swollen belly.
“No, I don’t!”
“VALAR! It’s true... Who’s the father?”
“A customer. Don’t ask more questions about him, for I won’t tell you more! ...Gildor, saes – let me travel with you again. I need your help, I need shelter at least until my child is born.”
Gildor looked over Melpomaen but stayed silent. The young elf got to his knees.
“I’m not above begging, if that is, what you want me to. Don’t turn me away, says, let me stay with you.”
“I don’t want for you to beg... no! But there’s another thing, I desire and you happen to be just in the right position for that.”
And he stood right in front of the young elf and began to open the laces of his leggins. Melpomaen understood at once. He felt the bile rise inside his body, but took a deep breath. He had done this a thousand times before, he could do it now. If that was the price for his child’s safety, he would pay it.
With experienced hands, he freed Gildors erection and began to lick the purple head, until the gipsy lord’s first moaning. He started then, to suck the arousal, while he massaged the sac tenderly. Suddenly, Gildor grabbed his head and forced his member completely inside Melpomaen’s mouth. The young elf relaxed his throat. Even though his experience, Melpomaen needed all his willpower, not to retch. Fortunately it didn’t take long for Gildor to reach his climax and soon, thick, bitter seed filled Melpomaen’s throat. He coughed and spat, while Gildor laced up his leggins again and said with an evil grin:
“Welcome home, my pet!”


tbc.


Translation:

pen-neth – little one
nana – mom
saes - please

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Carinito: I'm happy, you found some time to read this. Sorry, you had to wait a little for the update... Yes, Deleros is my own character. And yes - there are good ones in that world - only that Melpomaen hadn't met them yet :(
Big kiss for you...

ShadowandFlamePanther: your recommended reading-list? Wow! Now that honors me. Glad you like it that much!

lain: Thank you so much. Glad you like it. Such stories, what do you mean? Don't you like slash in general, or is it just the male-preg, that wouldn't be to your liking normally. Forgive me - I'm just curious :)

Everyone else please read and review... I'm always interested in other's opinions. Criticism is allowed too! :)

Greetings,
Githoniel