The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 30

“Lord Celeborn?” Glorfindel similarly mirrored Erestor’s shocked utterance not a matter of a few moments l. Th. The seneschal did not know what this matter concerning the youngest prince of Mirkwood had become so entwined and complicated. Glorfindel could not get over the concept of Lothlorien’s Lord currently standing in Keeldon’s house apparently for the same reasons both he and Erestor were. Glorfindel had never seen the Lord of Lorien away from his home boarders since the war and it was strange seeing the elder elf so simply attired in nelanelaborated silver travelling robe.

“Well, well, well why I am not surpr you you all know each other. Isn’t it such a happy reunion I could provide?” Keeldon’s sarcastic tone penetrated the stagnate silence between the elves and all three of them turned to glare in hatred at the man sitting at the table.
“I assure you there is nothing happy about this occasion Keeldon.” Celeborn’s tone was clipped and short expressing nothing but pure disgust at the man at the table. Keeldon chuckled his evil laugh again and stood up from the table moving deliberately over to where Celeborn stood. Glorfindel rose in angry anticipation of what was to come as he watched Keeldon circle Celeborn’s person his dirty hands sliding erotically up and over Celeborn’s torso. Erestor and Glorfindel both watched in shock as Celeborn closed his eyes and stayed firmly still as Keeldon licked at the elf’s ear before slipping one of his hands down to cup Celeborn’s crotch through the fabric of the robe.

”Oh I thiherehere is everything to be happy abouts ocs occasion my Lord Celeborn….” Erestor and Glorfindel watched the shivers of repulsion curse through Lorien’s lord his facial expressions bearly concealing his ill feeling as the red haired man pawed over his body like he was nothing more than a play thing.

“Take your hands of him snake!” Glorfindel could contain his rage any longer and attempted to charge towards Keeldon ready to rip the man’s head off with his bear hands. Not only had the man defiled the beautiful innocent prince but also now he’d corrupted the famed Lord of Lothlorien. Erestor was quick after his friend putting his weight into his body as he desperately held Glorfindel back from Keeldon. Keeldon sighed contentedly as he placed obscenely wet kisses upon Celeborn’s cheek, the smug smirk once again gracing as he pulled away to smile at Glorfindel.

“It is too late for that Glorfindel and calling me names will do little to change what has already come to pass.” Erestor shivered in fear at the self-satisfaction that Keeldon seemed to take in what he had obviously done to Lord Celeborn. Glorfindel allowed himself to be pulled back to the chairs around the table taking comfort in Erestor’s strong grip on his shoulder. Glorfindel’s gaze locked with Lord Celeborn’s and the pair stared at one another as Keeldon began pacing the hall, the sword bobbing up and down in his hand as he paraded and strutted back and for in front of the elves. Never in Glorfindel’s life had he felt such a connection with another elf before as he continued to stare into Lord Celeborn’s eyes. The Lord and Lady of the wood were revered as great rulers of their realm by all those who knew of them, and while Glorfindel had spent little time in Lorien he had never truly understood what people feared about the Lord and Lady until now. Beyond the humiliation and the slight tremble of revulsion that shone in Celeborn’s eyes, there was something deep. It was a strange feeling that crept over Glorfindel’s body and instinctively he reached up to touch the pocket concealed with in his robes that held the strange parchment the messenger had delivered to him back in Mirkwood. At the movement of his hand to his robe Celeborn smiled a faint and distant smirk, and despite the situation Glorfindel returned it along with his new understanding. Erestor’s hand tensing on Glorfindel’s shoulder brought the seneschal back from his gaze on Celeborn and turned back to where Keeldon had now forced Legolas to his feet and was holding him possessively around the waist.

“Lord Celeborn came and offered me anything I wanted for the safe release of this beauty I hold.” All three elves tensed as they watched Keeldon’s attentions turned to the battered a bruised body of Legolas, who literally hung limp in Keeldon’s arms. “I told him what I wanted and he gave it to me freely… all… night… long.” Both Erestor and Glorfindel glanced sympathetically back at Celeborn who hung his head in slight humiliation, yet his defensive and proud stance did not waver despite Keeldon’s cruel taunts. “I admit I was surprised that he lasted as long as he did, and it shocks me greatly that he can still walk this morning.” Keeldon chuckled, the sniggers of a few of the guards also joining their lord’s sick joke. Glorfindel watched as Celeborn painfully shifted from one foot to the other, his blond hair falling freely down his face to hide his obvious discomfort. Glorfindel knew Keeldon too well to know what would have been expected of Celeborn and he prayed that Legolas had not yet been subjected to it.

“I have done what you asked of me now let him go to Erestor.” Celeborn’s voice showed none of the humiliation he wore on his face the stern tone of the Lord left nothing to the imagination concerning his feelings towards Keeldon. Keeldon shook his head and slid his hand through Legolas’ tangled mane of blonde hair the knots catching awkwardly and making the princes face contort in pain as Keeldon continued to rip his fingers through them until his fingers emerged from the bottom.

“Yes you did what I asked and I was extremely satisfied with you work.” Celeborn shuddered as Keeldon blew him a mock kiss before continuing. “But the situation has changed since last night my Lord Celeborn. I have come to realise that my little elf is of some importance to you all and I rather believe that I have the upper hand while ever he is in my possession.” Glorfindel gritted his teeth as Keeldon looked directly at him as he reached down the prince’s naked body and between his legs, taking Legolas’ flaccid member into his hand and tugging at it teasingly, causing the prince to squirm in fear.

“What do you want?” Erestor calmly moved a chair out from the table and gestured for Keeldon to take it. After years of being Elrond’s advisor Erestor had learned how to handle difficult negotiations such as this one. Instinct took over the rational elf and he watched in delight as Keeldon moved over to the chair pulling Legolas along with him. Keeldon sat down a mere meter away from the two Imaldris elves and pulled Legolas forcefully down into his lap making sure to restrain the elf by wrapping the leather strap around his arm several times. The sword he’d previously carried was placed calmly upon the table top it’s handle within ease reach of Keeldon’s hand should he need it.

“To begin, what I want Lord Erestor, is for you to tell me who my elf really is? Lord Celeborn was not very forthcoming last night with the information.” Lord Glorfindel went to snap the negative reply to Keeldon but once again Erestor quietened him with a steady hand and met Keeldon’s evil gaze firmly. Glorfindel could do little but watch as Erestor’s regal standing as Elrond’s advisor came buffeting to the surface, having been subdued for the past few weeks during their search for Legolas.

“He is crowned prince Legolas Greenleaf. The youngest son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood.” Calmly Erestor spoke of Legolas’ full title, a whimper issuing from the young prince’s lips as he heard his identity being revealed to the man who he’d lied to.

“A prince?” Keeldon seemed mildly shocked for a moment before his evil smirk came back as he yanked unnecessarily hard on the choker drawing Legolas’ head back as far as it would go so that he could see the Prince’s face. At the whimper of agony that issued from Legolas’ lips Glorfindel was tempted again to rise from his seat but again the cool, calm resolve of Erestor bid him to stay where he was, as the scene in front of them evolved. Legolas was so close now Glorfindel could almost smell the young elf’s fear that it sent his heart rate up a notch forcing him to breath quicker. Erestor could tell that his friend was becoming more and more distressed as they watched Keeldon cruelly scrape his sharp finger nails across Legolas’ cheek drawing blood again from the already made cuts. “Well I am honoured Prince Legolas that you grace me with your presence, do not take offence if I don’t lower myself to you.” Keeldon mocked sarcastically as he tugged on the choker a little more, just to prove his point. Letting the choker go Keeldon allowed Legolas’ head to snapped forward again and Glorfindel was relieved to see Legolas inhale a breath of air. The young elf recovered momentarily from the forced stretch of his neck and raised his head a little from his chest to meet Glorfindel’s gaze.

Glorfindel took a deep steading breath as he stared into Legolas’ green gaze, desperately trying to convey his comfort to the young elf despite his inability to touch. Desperation, fear and fatigue swam in the poor elves eyes making Glorfindel feel utterly useless. It was in that moment however that he vowed silently to himself to never let the young prince out of his sight again. As much as they hardly knew one another Glorfindel still felt connected with the young soul and Legolas seemed to feel it too.

“So now tell me Erestor who is Filgree? If indeed a person of that name exists?” Confused at how Legolas’ tutor’s name had come into conversation Erestor sat in momentary thought. It was then that Erestor noted Legolas sudden worried gaze on him and instantly realised what had happened. Legolas was no fool. He had been taught by a tutor who had fought alongside men and knew of the danger of the race, obviously having informed Legolas of it during his teaching.

“Filgree is the name of Legolas’ tutor back in his home of Mirkwood.” Keeldon snorted loudly in amassment of Erestor’s answer but the dark haired elf made not intention of acknowledge it, his face remaining passively uncaring.

“A tutor?!” Keeldon petted the side of Legolas’ neck as he bit teasingly on the tip of the young elf’s ear. It was a disgusting sight seeing the man paw over Legolas like that but Erestor retrained himself from saying anything. “Legolas must be very young still, perhaps even not in his majority yet, as he led me to believe. This gets better and better.” Glorfindel couldn’t stand looking at Keeldon’s sick display over Legolas any longer and momentarily averted his gaze to seek out Lord Celeborn, who had been quite left out of these discussions. Glorfindel felt a thrill run down his spine as he watched Lord Celeborn standing behind Keeldon, his warrior’s training sizing up the guards by the door. Lord Celeborn was planning something and Glorfindel knew it would involve slaying all those who currently stood in the way of their escape. Briefly Lord Celeborn looked back over at the table from where he was eyeing up the guards and caught Glorfindel’s gaze. Secretly both elves smiled at one another in understanding, waiting for the moment when they would act. As not to cause suspicion from the seemingly oblivious Keeldon, Glorfindel turned his attention back to the conversation at hand, smiling as he noticed that Legolas too had seen the silent exchange between the two elf lords, over Keeldon’s shoulder.

“Now what more do you want to know?” Erestor continued calmly negotiating with Keeldon also oblivious to the plot for escape that was beirganrganized around him. Keeldon sighed, his hand absently wandering up and down Legolas’ torso re opening the old wounds with his nails and smearing the blood over the creamy pale skin of the prince. Occasionally the prince would yelp in pain but through the entire ordeal spoke not to words together, which in a way was good for Erestor.

“Just one more thing Erestor, why is he so important that you are all willing to give up everything to save him?” Erestor was struck mute by this question. He did not know himself why he was saving Legolas, accept for the fact Glorfindel had dragged him along. None of this made sense not even to Erestor so how he was supposed to tell Keeldon was impossible. Keeldon tilted his head back to look at the dark haired elf, confused by the elf’s sudden silence. Erestor watched Keeldon frown at his blank face before opening his mouth to answer.

“I don’t know……………” Involuntarily Erestors gaze strayed to Celeborn his mind reminding him that the Elf Lord probably knew more than he did. However the advisor did not finish his sentence as he saw the elf Lord lunging towards the table. Before Erestor could act Glorfindel’s voice called out in elvish to Legolas the young elf acting instantly on the command as the blond seneschal stood up and unsheathed his own sword the Gondolin battle cry screaming from his lips…

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(A/N) I'm Feeling relaxed and have a large supply of chocolate so I decided to spend all day wraiting chapters of this story............you are such lucky people.