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Chapter 30
Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 30/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]gmx.de)
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
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.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues.
Betaed by the most wonderful Calenharn Elflover, thanks! :)
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30
“Why?” Legolas whispered brokenly, hiding his tear-stained face against Glorfindel’s shoulders once they stopped, safely away from any who might overhear their conversation. “What have I ever done to make him hate me so?”
“It is hard for him to see you so happy with me, your enemy,” Glorfindel reasoned. “I can even understand that he sees it as treason. Still, to behave so in front of our son, that was truly uncalled for!”
Legolas shook his head, still crying in a mixture of pain, rage, and grief. “No, it is not that... I do not care what he thinks of me now. He knows nothing of me! But why, why was he never a brother to me when I was a child?” he demanded in helpless anger. “What is it that made them hate me so? I have always tried to be good, to win their love somehow, but not once did my adar take me into his arms! They have no right to judge me now, not when they have never cared abut me before!”
“Hush, little one... they are not worth your tears.” Glorfindel tilted Legolas’ head up to gently kiss the salty liquid from his face. “I do not know the reason either, but I do know that it could not have been your fault, Legolas. They should feel pain, not you – there is nothing a child could possibly do to rob it of its family’s affection. Or would you cease to love our Gîl if he were to destroy one of your books by accident, or perhaps frighten your Lainiell?”
“No, of course not,” Legolas sighed softly and rested his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder, feeling somewhat calmer now after these reassurances, although he still had to fight against his tears. “But it is hard to believe that it was no fault of mine when I have spent all of my childhood trying to find out how I was displeasing my adar. I know that you are right, my lord, that there is nothing that should have caused my adar to cease loving me. Perhaps then it is because he has never loved me at all? Perhaps he has despised me since my birth, and I will never find out.”
“Perhaps one day you will meet your naneth in Valinor, and she will tell you just why they have behaved so reprehensibly.”
Legolas smiled sadly and shook his head. “No, my lord, I do not think so... she did not sail west, and somehow, when I dared to ask, the answers always made it seem like she was gone from us for all time, and I would never meet her.”
“That is strange indeed,” Glorfindel mused, and once again reminded himself to find out more about his young prince’s mysterious past.
“There is not much known about her death to us in Imladris, although there were rumors that she was attacked by orcs, just like our poor Lady Celebrían – but our Lady eventually found peace in Valinor. I wonder why it is thought in your wood that your mother would not be granted such a fate?”
"I do not want to think about it,“ Legolas said softly. “I never knew her... she abandoned me as well. No,” he said, perking up as he gave Glorfindel a smile that was still tinged by sadness. “They do not matter to me now. I am yours, my lord, for as long as you want me, and I have our Gîl to care for now. That is enough for me.”
Glorfindel sighed softly. He could well understand Legolas’ fears that were hidden behing these words. As long as I want him... and truly, it is no wonder he phrases it that way, for he has no power, no rights in this position that I have forced him into. Even if I were to tell him that I would always keep him by my side, what reason would he have to believe me?
“Legolas...” he then ventured softly. “You know that if I were to meet you today, without the anger and the pain of war to cloud my heart, that I would not have forced you? It was – a dark time, for all of us. Never before have I been known for such cruelty, and never again will I cause you such torment.” He sighed, then shook his head and gently cupped Legolas’ face in his palm. “I am sorry, pen vell,” he whispered, noticing how Legolas’ eyes widened at the endearment. “It should not have been like that, your first time... the madness of war had darkened my heart, so much so that I almost killed you.”
”Ai, so then why did you do it? What did I do to make you want to hurt me so?” Legolas closed his eyes, trembling helplessly as he once again was forced to face his memories. "I wanted to die after that. I would rather have died than bear the shame of having my innocence so cruelly taken from me.”
Glorfindel drew him into his arms and held him tightly for a moment, heartened to see that Legolas still clung to him for comfort, instead of fearing him as he had then. “There was nothing you did, Legolas; nothing but your beauty and your innocence, and the hate festering in my heart ever since I had to watch one of my warriors being mistreated by a company of yours....”
A single tear ran down Legolas’ cheek. “I thought you were one of the Valar when I first saw you... beautiful, magnificent like Ulmo risen from the sea. I did not think you might harm me, you seemed so noble, like a warrior lord of old, that I felt no fear, only awe...”
“And like a true lord, I should not have taken by force that which you were unwilling to give. I am sorry,” Glorfindel said again, gently caressing Legolas’ cheek.
“We cannot change the past, my lord... who knows what good may still come of it,” Legolas said bravely, moved by Glorfindel’s words despite himself. He did not know if he could simply accept Glorfindel’s apology and move on, but despite his misgivings, it felt good to hear it nevertheless. “After all, the the war stopped because I was in your power, and we have been given Gîl... What would have been my fate had I never met you? Certainly I would still be guarding my father’s horses in the forest, while all around me that senseless war would cost the lives of our warriors. And – you have been good to me, my lord. You have taught me so much, all the things that should have been my birthright in Mirkwood. Truly, my life is more like that of a prince in Imladris than it ever was at home.”
“You shall grow to be a warrior, Legolas, a prince strong and wise, the pride of your people. I promise you this - I shall see your exile lifted and you restored to your rightful position as prince of the Great Forest,” Glorfindel said earnestly and was glad to cause a small smile.
“Ah, so that Gîlríon will stand in line for the throne of Mirkwood as well?” Legolas could not resist teasing and was answered by a chuckle.
“No – I would see it lifted for your sake, Legolas.”
“I do not believe that it will ever come to pass, but I do thank you, my lord.” Legolas sighed, for a moment closing his eyes to enjoy the warmth and security of being enfolded in Glorfindel’s arms. “But I fear we will need to return soon, Gîl will be upset that we left him – and did you not have further plans for the day?”
“Yes, we will – and you might have to face your brother again,” Glorfindel said compassionately. “I do not know if the Lord and Lady have invited him to share their meal.”
Legolas took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and to appear braver than he actually felt at the prospect of meeting his brother again. “I do not fear him, my lord. As long as he does not hurt our Gîl again, he can think whatever he wants. And I think that even he knows better than to cause strife at our hosts’ table.”
“Then come, my brave one.“ Glorfindel moved to quickly steal a kiss from a surprised Legolas, noting in satisfaction that for a moment Legolas forgot about his worries. “Let us go and reassure our impatient little star, and then put some more meat on your bones, so that we can spar later without me having to fear breaking you.”
Legolas smiled and turned towards where they had left the path, but just at that moment Glorfindel’s expression changed as he gave the Sinda a thoughtful look.
“If I think about it, I should rather make use of this sudden moment of privacy... on your knees!” he then purred, resting one hand on Legolas’ shoulder to gently push him down. “You are still mine, despite my promise, and you will still fulfill your duties... won’t you, prince?”
“Yes, my lord,” Leglas answered breathlessly, his hands moving to open the lacing of Glorfindel’s leggings before he even realized what he was doing. Glorfindel was definitely right... he was his, whether he liked it or not, and his body knew its master. It had only taken that dark, seductive purr to arouse him, although he knew that chances were that he would not be granted release until late that night.
Legolas carefully freed the large shaft, then took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently while he allowed his fingers to play with the heavy scrotum. When he let him slide deeper into his mouth he was rewarded by a low groan, and the bitter tang of the first few droplets of Glorfindel’s essence.
Suddenly, Legolas remembered how Celeirdúr had found him in a similar position – on his knees, with his lord’s member in his mouth as he serviced him. For a moment, fear flared up in him at the thought that Galuron might still be around, but then he calmed himself – Glorfindel would not do that to him, not now.
No, this was for Glorfindel’s pleasure alone, and probably also to make him realize that despite his lord’s promise to see him restored as a prince, he was still Glorfindel’s, to do with as he pleased. After all, what better way to exert dominance? There was nothing that made Legolas feel more submissive than kneeling before Glorfindel, trying his best to accept his lord’s swollen length deep into his throat while using lips and tongue to give him pleasure until his jaws felt sore from exertion.
When Glorfindel finally spilled himself with another groan, Legolas was quick to swallow as much as he could, cleaning off what he had missed with his tongue before he dutifully helped his lord to dress again.
“Yes... now we can go,” Glorfindel said with a rather roguish grin, well aware that their activity had not left Legolas unaffected. “And behave during the meal, unless you want to shock your brother with this display...” He arched an eyebrow as he gave Legolas’ groin a pointed look, causing the prince to flush, and to pray that the walk back to their talan would take care of his uncomfortable present situation.
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adar – father
naneth – mother
pen vell – dear one
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Part: 30/?
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel[at]gmx.de)
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
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.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues.
Betaed by the most wonderful Calenharn Elflover, thanks! :)
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30
“Why?” Legolas whispered brokenly, hiding his tear-stained face against Glorfindel’s shoulders once they stopped, safely away from any who might overhear their conversation. “What have I ever done to make him hate me so?”
“It is hard for him to see you so happy with me, your enemy,” Glorfindel reasoned. “I can even understand that he sees it as treason. Still, to behave so in front of our son, that was truly uncalled for!”
Legolas shook his head, still crying in a mixture of pain, rage, and grief. “No, it is not that... I do not care what he thinks of me now. He knows nothing of me! But why, why was he never a brother to me when I was a child?” he demanded in helpless anger. “What is it that made them hate me so? I have always tried to be good, to win their love somehow, but not once did my adar take me into his arms! They have no right to judge me now, not when they have never cared abut me before!”
“Hush, little one... they are not worth your tears.” Glorfindel tilted Legolas’ head up to gently kiss the salty liquid from his face. “I do not know the reason either, but I do know that it could not have been your fault, Legolas. They should feel pain, not you – there is nothing a child could possibly do to rob it of its family’s affection. Or would you cease to love our Gîl if he were to destroy one of your books by accident, or perhaps frighten your Lainiell?”
“No, of course not,” Legolas sighed softly and rested his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder, feeling somewhat calmer now after these reassurances, although he still had to fight against his tears. “But it is hard to believe that it was no fault of mine when I have spent all of my childhood trying to find out how I was displeasing my adar. I know that you are right, my lord, that there is nothing that should have caused my adar to cease loving me. Perhaps then it is because he has never loved me at all? Perhaps he has despised me since my birth, and I will never find out.”
“Perhaps one day you will meet your naneth in Valinor, and she will tell you just why they have behaved so reprehensibly.”
Legolas smiled sadly and shook his head. “No, my lord, I do not think so... she did not sail west, and somehow, when I dared to ask, the answers always made it seem like she was gone from us for all time, and I would never meet her.”
“That is strange indeed,” Glorfindel mused, and once again reminded himself to find out more about his young prince’s mysterious past.
“There is not much known about her death to us in Imladris, although there were rumors that she was attacked by orcs, just like our poor Lady Celebrían – but our Lady eventually found peace in Valinor. I wonder why it is thought in your wood that your mother would not be granted such a fate?”
"I do not want to think about it,“ Legolas said softly. “I never knew her... she abandoned me as well. No,” he said, perking up as he gave Glorfindel a smile that was still tinged by sadness. “They do not matter to me now. I am yours, my lord, for as long as you want me, and I have our Gîl to care for now. That is enough for me.”
Glorfindel sighed softly. He could well understand Legolas’ fears that were hidden behing these words. As long as I want him... and truly, it is no wonder he phrases it that way, for he has no power, no rights in this position that I have forced him into. Even if I were to tell him that I would always keep him by my side, what reason would he have to believe me?
“Legolas...” he then ventured softly. “You know that if I were to meet you today, without the anger and the pain of war to cloud my heart, that I would not have forced you? It was – a dark time, for all of us. Never before have I been known for such cruelty, and never again will I cause you such torment.” He sighed, then shook his head and gently cupped Legolas’ face in his palm. “I am sorry, pen vell,” he whispered, noticing how Legolas’ eyes widened at the endearment. “It should not have been like that, your first time... the madness of war had darkened my heart, so much so that I almost killed you.”
”Ai, so then why did you do it? What did I do to make you want to hurt me so?” Legolas closed his eyes, trembling helplessly as he once again was forced to face his memories. "I wanted to die after that. I would rather have died than bear the shame of having my innocence so cruelly taken from me.”
Glorfindel drew him into his arms and held him tightly for a moment, heartened to see that Legolas still clung to him for comfort, instead of fearing him as he had then. “There was nothing you did, Legolas; nothing but your beauty and your innocence, and the hate festering in my heart ever since I had to watch one of my warriors being mistreated by a company of yours....”
A single tear ran down Legolas’ cheek. “I thought you were one of the Valar when I first saw you... beautiful, magnificent like Ulmo risen from the sea. I did not think you might harm me, you seemed so noble, like a warrior lord of old, that I felt no fear, only awe...”
“And like a true lord, I should not have taken by force that which you were unwilling to give. I am sorry,” Glorfindel said again, gently caressing Legolas’ cheek.
“We cannot change the past, my lord... who knows what good may still come of it,” Legolas said bravely, moved by Glorfindel’s words despite himself. He did not know if he could simply accept Glorfindel’s apology and move on, but despite his misgivings, it felt good to hear it nevertheless. “After all, the the war stopped because I was in your power, and we have been given Gîl... What would have been my fate had I never met you? Certainly I would still be guarding my father’s horses in the forest, while all around me that senseless war would cost the lives of our warriors. And – you have been good to me, my lord. You have taught me so much, all the things that should have been my birthright in Mirkwood. Truly, my life is more like that of a prince in Imladris than it ever was at home.”
“You shall grow to be a warrior, Legolas, a prince strong and wise, the pride of your people. I promise you this - I shall see your exile lifted and you restored to your rightful position as prince of the Great Forest,” Glorfindel said earnestly and was glad to cause a small smile.
“Ah, so that Gîlríon will stand in line for the throne of Mirkwood as well?” Legolas could not resist teasing and was answered by a chuckle.
“No – I would see it lifted for your sake, Legolas.”
“I do not believe that it will ever come to pass, but I do thank you, my lord.” Legolas sighed, for a moment closing his eyes to enjoy the warmth and security of being enfolded in Glorfindel’s arms. “But I fear we will need to return soon, Gîl will be upset that we left him – and did you not have further plans for the day?”
“Yes, we will – and you might have to face your brother again,” Glorfindel said compassionately. “I do not know if the Lord and Lady have invited him to share their meal.”
Legolas took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and to appear braver than he actually felt at the prospect of meeting his brother again. “I do not fear him, my lord. As long as he does not hurt our Gîl again, he can think whatever he wants. And I think that even he knows better than to cause strife at our hosts’ table.”
“Then come, my brave one.“ Glorfindel moved to quickly steal a kiss from a surprised Legolas, noting in satisfaction that for a moment Legolas forgot about his worries. “Let us go and reassure our impatient little star, and then put some more meat on your bones, so that we can spar later without me having to fear breaking you.”
Legolas smiled and turned towards where they had left the path, but just at that moment Glorfindel’s expression changed as he gave the Sinda a thoughtful look.
“If I think about it, I should rather make use of this sudden moment of privacy... on your knees!” he then purred, resting one hand on Legolas’ shoulder to gently push him down. “You are still mine, despite my promise, and you will still fulfill your duties... won’t you, prince?”
“Yes, my lord,” Leglas answered breathlessly, his hands moving to open the lacing of Glorfindel’s leggings before he even realized what he was doing. Glorfindel was definitely right... he was his, whether he liked it or not, and his body knew its master. It had only taken that dark, seductive purr to arouse him, although he knew that chances were that he would not be granted release until late that night.
Legolas carefully freed the large shaft, then took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently while he allowed his fingers to play with the heavy scrotum. When he let him slide deeper into his mouth he was rewarded by a low groan, and the bitter tang of the first few droplets of Glorfindel’s essence.
Suddenly, Legolas remembered how Celeirdúr had found him in a similar position – on his knees, with his lord’s member in his mouth as he serviced him. For a moment, fear flared up in him at the thought that Galuron might still be around, but then he calmed himself – Glorfindel would not do that to him, not now.
No, this was for Glorfindel’s pleasure alone, and probably also to make him realize that despite his lord’s promise to see him restored as a prince, he was still Glorfindel’s, to do with as he pleased. After all, what better way to exert dominance? There was nothing that made Legolas feel more submissive than kneeling before Glorfindel, trying his best to accept his lord’s swollen length deep into his throat while using lips and tongue to give him pleasure until his jaws felt sore from exertion.
When Glorfindel finally spilled himself with another groan, Legolas was quick to swallow as much as he could, cleaning off what he had missed with his tongue before he dutifully helped his lord to dress again.
“Yes... now we can go,” Glorfindel said with a rather roguish grin, well aware that their activity had not left Legolas unaffected. “And behave during the meal, unless you want to shock your brother with this display...” He arched an eyebrow as he gave Legolas’ groin a pointed look, causing the prince to flush, and to pray that the walk back to their talan would take care of his uncomfortable present situation.
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adar – father
naneth – mother
pen vell – dear one
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