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Chapter 32
Cuil Eden 32/?
Rating: PG
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
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.
Betaed by Calenharn Elflover, thank you!! :)
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32
“It is a shameful name and a lie", Glorfindel said to his son through gritted teeth. "It is something your tôr adar said to hurt your adar, because your tôr adar has not yet learned how to behave as a prince Like you said, Gîl nín, it was something he said because he wanted to make your ada cry. If he were a true prince, your tôr adar would kneel now to beg for forgiveness for the insult!”
Glorfindel fixed Galuron with a look of such fierce anger that the Sinda paled, but even in the face of Glorfindel’s formidable rage, the pride instilled into the prince by his father and tutors alike could not bear to be so chastised in front of Lothlórien’s rulers.
“Insult? It was nothing but the truth!” Galuron spat, leaning forward to glower at his brother. “He is an abomination, cursed by the Valar to be nothing but a broodmare to those stronger than him. Ai, adar should have left you in the forest after your birth for the Wargs to find!”
“Enough!” No longer able to just silently bear his brother’s insults, Legolas sprang up. “You will not talk to me so in front of my son! Have you no shame, Galuron? I will meet you on the training field with a sword, if you so desire, but to upset my son should be below even the likes of you!”
“Nay, first it is my right to demand satisfaction!” Glorfindel growled, and stood as well. His muscles tensed as he stared at the prince, ready to lunge at him at the next provocation. “Have I not warned you before? You will either meet me with your sword this eve, or apologize to Legolas right now!”
“Never will I apologize to that abomination!” Galuron’s face was flushed with anger, and he clenched his fingers to fists as if he were preparing for an attack, getting up as well to glare at Glorfindel.
Confused and upset, Gîlríon made a frightened sound. His lips trembled as he looked at his parents, and tears began to roll down his cheeks. Pushing down the urge to lash out at his brother, Legolas sat down again and drew Gîlríon into his arms, trying to force himself to be calm so that he could soothe his upset child.
“That is enough!” Celeborn stood up, giving them all a stern look. “This is no way to act at table - especially in front of a child, son of Thranduil! I would very much appreciate it if in the future you were to take your quarrels elsewhere, instead of burdening my Lady with it!”
Galuron scowled but nevertheless sat down, although his expression still showed the hatred he felt for both Glorfindel and his brother. The seneschal refused to follow his example, and instead took a step to the side so that he came to stand behind Legolas, to glower at Galuron from that position. On either side of Galuron, the advisors stared fixedly at their plates, anxious not to incur their lord's disfavor as well. Further down the table, a few were perched stiffly at the edges of their seats, obviously uncomfortable with being forced to witness the quarrel between the princes and looking as if they were only waiting for a chance to ask the Lady’s leave to flee the talan.
Galadriel rested one hand on her husband’s arm. “Sit down again, hervenn. Let us try not to frighten Gîlríon even more.” For a moment her gaze rested on Legolas, who was still holding his son in his arms. For one heartbeat, it almost felt to the prince as if a wave of comforting warmth enveloped him, but then her gaze moved on to now focus on his brother.
Gîlríon had suddenly quieted in Legolas’ protective embrace, as if he had experienced the same calming feeling, and when Legolas looked up again, he found that his brother looked subdued as well. His face was still flushed with anger, but he seemed capable of controlling himself now. Legolas found himself wondering if the calming presence he had felt had perhaps been a manifestation of the Lady’s power. His brother, however, did not look at peace - his look was more alike to those he wore after enduring Thranduil’s harsh criticism, and Legolas smiled slowly as he thought that this was perhaps just what he had endured from the Lady as well.
“I am most surprised,” Galadriel said gently, although her voice held a strange undercurrent of power, “that you hold the blessings of your heritage in such disregard in the Greenwood. It pains me to hear you insult the Valar so, Galuron; you would do well to realize that by continuing to slight their gift as a curse, you might one day incur their wrath.”
Then she turned, giving Legolas a smile that seemed to him as warm and brilliant as the rays of the sun. “Tell me, Legolas, do you think of your gift as a curse as well?”
“No, my Lady,” Legolas said slowly and gave her a hesitant smile before he pressed a kiss to Gîlríon’s temple. His son only yawned in reaction, drowsing against Legolas’ chest as if he had already forgotten about his earlier upset. “This is not what I might have chosen for myself, but... No,” he repeated thoughtfully. He still remembered the humiliation and pain he had been forced to endure because of the gift, but would he truly change all of that if he had the power - if to do so meant that Gîlríon would not have been born? “No, our Gîl is no curse. You are right, we have been blessed,” he said firmly and held Gîlríon tightly embraced.
“Yes... our son is a blessing,” Glorfindel agreed softly and tenderly rested his hand on Legolas’ shoulder.
“Indeed, that he is... perhaps more than you know, Lord Glorfindel.” Galadriel’s eyes gleamed with joy as she beheld the small family in front of her. “The Valar have not forgotten your noble sacrifice, nor have they failed to see the centuries of devoted service you have rendered the house of Eärendil.”
Then she once again rested her eyes on Legolas. “You are right not to believe your brother’s words. It is no curse at all, but a blessing of your line. Has it truly been forgotten in the realm of Thranduil how there were once two warriors in the service of Elu Thingol who loved each other? Their love for each other was so strong that Melian herself asked the Valar to grant these two the one thing that they both craved, but was not possible - a child born from their love."
“The Valar blessed the union of these two with a child, Legolas, and this gift still runs true in the blood of their descendents. It is sad indeed that your father no longer realizes this blessing for what it is and calls it a curse. So much darkness has befallen our people; we should be even more thankful for the wonder that your son is. Never forget that the Valar have blessed you, Legolas. Never forget that you bear the legacy of a love that was so pure that it moved even the Valar to compassion.”
“Nobody ever told me that story,” Legolas whispered, awed by what he had heard. He had stopped trying to think about why he had been able to bear a child although he was male, as he had always feared that it might have truly been a curse, that this might have been the reason why his father had never been able to love him like his other sons.
Galuron scowled. “Fairy tales meant for children!” he sneered, but quickly fell silent when once again the eyes of the Lady came to rest on him.
“Please excuse me,” a voice unheard so far broke the ensuing silence. “I am still very tired from the journey. By your leave, I think I shall return to my talan for now, my Lady.”
“Of course, Ellonúr,” the Lady agreed. “Perhaps you would join me in my gardens for a walk this evening?”
The advisor hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Certainly, my Lady. If you will excuse me now...” He stood and then left the talan without another word.
Legolas frowned. From what he had observed of the advisor so far, he was not one to flee a conflict – on the contrary, would he not be delighted to see Legolas insulted? After all, the advisor still had to remember how Glorfindel had rejected him for a mere Sindarin captive. Yet one glance at Glorfindel was enough to tell Legolas that there might be more behind this which he did not understand. Where the Lady looked thoughtful, Glorfindel seemed sad, although he had only moments ago observed their sleeping son with such unadulterated joy.
“We shall leave as well, my Lady, my Lord,” Glorfindel excused themselves after he had watched Ellonúr leave. “As you can see, our son is in need of his bed, and I fear that the day has already held enough excitement for him.”
“Of course, my friend!” Celeborn stood as well to accompany them to the spiraling stairs that led down to the ground. At his movement, most of the gathered advisors hastily followed Ellonúr’s example and got up to take their leave as well. “Would you join me again this evening for some wine? There is still much for us to discuss.”
“I might – although I might also be busy at your training grounds, practicing with my sword,” Glorfindel said with a soft growl, turning his head to glare at Galuron who haughtily lifted his head.
“Careful, Glorfindel – my Lady will not allow more of this quarrel. But still...” Celeborn lowered his voice to a whisper, “I personally would not mind seeing you teaching that impertinent prince a lesson with your sword. Just take care that it is only his pride that is wounded.” He grinned, but quickly smothered that expression when his wife turned her head towards him. After a clap to Glorfindel’s shoulder he turned back to listen to Galuron stiffly thanking him for the meal, while Legolas and Glorfindel descended the stairs carrying their still sleeping son.
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tôr adar – father’s brother
adar – father
hervenn - husband
Rating: PG
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
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.
Betaed by Calenharn Elflover, thank you!! :)
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32
“It is a shameful name and a lie", Glorfindel said to his son through gritted teeth. "It is something your tôr adar said to hurt your adar, because your tôr adar has not yet learned how to behave as a prince Like you said, Gîl nín, it was something he said because he wanted to make your ada cry. If he were a true prince, your tôr adar would kneel now to beg for forgiveness for the insult!”
Glorfindel fixed Galuron with a look of such fierce anger that the Sinda paled, but even in the face of Glorfindel’s formidable rage, the pride instilled into the prince by his father and tutors alike could not bear to be so chastised in front of Lothlórien’s rulers.
“Insult? It was nothing but the truth!” Galuron spat, leaning forward to glower at his brother. “He is an abomination, cursed by the Valar to be nothing but a broodmare to those stronger than him. Ai, adar should have left you in the forest after your birth for the Wargs to find!”
“Enough!” No longer able to just silently bear his brother’s insults, Legolas sprang up. “You will not talk to me so in front of my son! Have you no shame, Galuron? I will meet you on the training field with a sword, if you so desire, but to upset my son should be below even the likes of you!”
“Nay, first it is my right to demand satisfaction!” Glorfindel growled, and stood as well. His muscles tensed as he stared at the prince, ready to lunge at him at the next provocation. “Have I not warned you before? You will either meet me with your sword this eve, or apologize to Legolas right now!”
“Never will I apologize to that abomination!” Galuron’s face was flushed with anger, and he clenched his fingers to fists as if he were preparing for an attack, getting up as well to glare at Glorfindel.
Confused and upset, Gîlríon made a frightened sound. His lips trembled as he looked at his parents, and tears began to roll down his cheeks. Pushing down the urge to lash out at his brother, Legolas sat down again and drew Gîlríon into his arms, trying to force himself to be calm so that he could soothe his upset child.
“That is enough!” Celeborn stood up, giving them all a stern look. “This is no way to act at table - especially in front of a child, son of Thranduil! I would very much appreciate it if in the future you were to take your quarrels elsewhere, instead of burdening my Lady with it!”
Galuron scowled but nevertheless sat down, although his expression still showed the hatred he felt for both Glorfindel and his brother. The seneschal refused to follow his example, and instead took a step to the side so that he came to stand behind Legolas, to glower at Galuron from that position. On either side of Galuron, the advisors stared fixedly at their plates, anxious not to incur their lord's disfavor as well. Further down the table, a few were perched stiffly at the edges of their seats, obviously uncomfortable with being forced to witness the quarrel between the princes and looking as if they were only waiting for a chance to ask the Lady’s leave to flee the talan.
Galadriel rested one hand on her husband’s arm. “Sit down again, hervenn. Let us try not to frighten Gîlríon even more.” For a moment her gaze rested on Legolas, who was still holding his son in his arms. For one heartbeat, it almost felt to the prince as if a wave of comforting warmth enveloped him, but then her gaze moved on to now focus on his brother.
Gîlríon had suddenly quieted in Legolas’ protective embrace, as if he had experienced the same calming feeling, and when Legolas looked up again, he found that his brother looked subdued as well. His face was still flushed with anger, but he seemed capable of controlling himself now. Legolas found himself wondering if the calming presence he had felt had perhaps been a manifestation of the Lady’s power. His brother, however, did not look at peace - his look was more alike to those he wore after enduring Thranduil’s harsh criticism, and Legolas smiled slowly as he thought that this was perhaps just what he had endured from the Lady as well.
“I am most surprised,” Galadriel said gently, although her voice held a strange undercurrent of power, “that you hold the blessings of your heritage in such disregard in the Greenwood. It pains me to hear you insult the Valar so, Galuron; you would do well to realize that by continuing to slight their gift as a curse, you might one day incur their wrath.”
Then she turned, giving Legolas a smile that seemed to him as warm and brilliant as the rays of the sun. “Tell me, Legolas, do you think of your gift as a curse as well?”
“No, my Lady,” Legolas said slowly and gave her a hesitant smile before he pressed a kiss to Gîlríon’s temple. His son only yawned in reaction, drowsing against Legolas’ chest as if he had already forgotten about his earlier upset. “This is not what I might have chosen for myself, but... No,” he repeated thoughtfully. He still remembered the humiliation and pain he had been forced to endure because of the gift, but would he truly change all of that if he had the power - if to do so meant that Gîlríon would not have been born? “No, our Gîl is no curse. You are right, we have been blessed,” he said firmly and held Gîlríon tightly embraced.
“Yes... our son is a blessing,” Glorfindel agreed softly and tenderly rested his hand on Legolas’ shoulder.
“Indeed, that he is... perhaps more than you know, Lord Glorfindel.” Galadriel’s eyes gleamed with joy as she beheld the small family in front of her. “The Valar have not forgotten your noble sacrifice, nor have they failed to see the centuries of devoted service you have rendered the house of Eärendil.”
Then she once again rested her eyes on Legolas. “You are right not to believe your brother’s words. It is no curse at all, but a blessing of your line. Has it truly been forgotten in the realm of Thranduil how there were once two warriors in the service of Elu Thingol who loved each other? Their love for each other was so strong that Melian herself asked the Valar to grant these two the one thing that they both craved, but was not possible - a child born from their love."
“The Valar blessed the union of these two with a child, Legolas, and this gift still runs true in the blood of their descendents. It is sad indeed that your father no longer realizes this blessing for what it is and calls it a curse. So much darkness has befallen our people; we should be even more thankful for the wonder that your son is. Never forget that the Valar have blessed you, Legolas. Never forget that you bear the legacy of a love that was so pure that it moved even the Valar to compassion.”
“Nobody ever told me that story,” Legolas whispered, awed by what he had heard. He had stopped trying to think about why he had been able to bear a child although he was male, as he had always feared that it might have truly been a curse, that this might have been the reason why his father had never been able to love him like his other sons.
Galuron scowled. “Fairy tales meant for children!” he sneered, but quickly fell silent when once again the eyes of the Lady came to rest on him.
“Please excuse me,” a voice unheard so far broke the ensuing silence. “I am still very tired from the journey. By your leave, I think I shall return to my talan for now, my Lady.”
“Of course, Ellonúr,” the Lady agreed. “Perhaps you would join me in my gardens for a walk this evening?”
The advisor hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Certainly, my Lady. If you will excuse me now...” He stood and then left the talan without another word.
Legolas frowned. From what he had observed of the advisor so far, he was not one to flee a conflict – on the contrary, would he not be delighted to see Legolas insulted? After all, the advisor still had to remember how Glorfindel had rejected him for a mere Sindarin captive. Yet one glance at Glorfindel was enough to tell Legolas that there might be more behind this which he did not understand. Where the Lady looked thoughtful, Glorfindel seemed sad, although he had only moments ago observed their sleeping son with such unadulterated joy.
“We shall leave as well, my Lady, my Lord,” Glorfindel excused themselves after he had watched Ellonúr leave. “As you can see, our son is in need of his bed, and I fear that the day has already held enough excitement for him.”
“Of course, my friend!” Celeborn stood as well to accompany them to the spiraling stairs that led down to the ground. At his movement, most of the gathered advisors hastily followed Ellonúr’s example and got up to take their leave as well. “Would you join me again this evening for some wine? There is still much for us to discuss.”
“I might – although I might also be busy at your training grounds, practicing with my sword,” Glorfindel said with a soft growl, turning his head to glare at Galuron who haughtily lifted his head.
“Careful, Glorfindel – my Lady will not allow more of this quarrel. But still...” Celeborn lowered his voice to a whisper, “I personally would not mind seeing you teaching that impertinent prince a lesson with your sword. Just take care that it is only his pride that is wounded.” He grinned, but quickly smothered that expression when his wife turned her head towards him. After a clap to Glorfindel’s shoulder he turned back to listen to Galuron stiffly thanking him for the meal, while Legolas and Glorfindel descended the stairs carrying their still sleeping son.
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tôr adar – father’s brother
adar – father
hervenn - husband