Pen-Estel

This is it now... this the end of Pen-Estel. 180 000 words. I still cannot believe we wrote his much, but it has been such a joy to write this - which is of course because Pip is the most wonderful person in the entire world and I feel incredibly honoured at being allowed to write with her. Writing with her is like finding the 2nd half of my brain - it really was an incredible experience, and I loved every moment of tormenting poor, sweet Leggy together with you, Pip. Thank you so much! *hugs*

We hope you had as much fun reading it as we had writing it - and as we promised Legolas we would make up for all the angst, of course it ends with yet more smut. (As if Glorfindel would allow it to end any other way! ;))

Chapter Thirty-Five

Legolas trembled and whimpered weakly at what he knew to be a threat, but even now, when his body had just found release, he still found himself hungering for more of their torment, for that special kind of satisfaction only to be found in feeling one of his Lords find release inside him.

“Please…” he sighed when he found himself lying on the bed, resting against Glorfindel’s chest while Elrond pressed against his back. Only now did he realise that both were still hard, and he squirmed helplessly for a moment, feeling overwhelmed.

“Don’t fight, roch neth,” Glorfindel advised darkly. “You don’t want us to be cruel; not when you are so completely in our power.”

“Yes, my Lords,” Legolas sighed, lying still once more, helplessly allowing them to run their hands all over his body – they were laughing at his reactions, and he closed his eyes in humiliation and renewed lust. Despite the weapons’ training he was still slighter than they were, would always be, and lying as their captive between them like this made him feel his helplessness not only on a sexual, but also on a purely physical level.

He whimpered again when he felt Elrond’s length rubbing against his opening, while at the same time Glorfindel positioned himself so that his hard shaft was aligned with Legolas’, groaning in pleasure when the slickness of Legolas’ release made it easy to slide against him. He stroked Legolas a few times and chuckled at the way the youth was hardening at his touch once more.

“You are really insatiable, aren’t you?” he purred. “Don’t fear, we will take care of you. And if you are very good, maybe one of us will allow you to use your mouth again. That is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes, it is… Please!” Legolas moaned, raising one leg to hook it over Glorfindel’s thigh in invitation for Elrond, but the Lord laughed softly and continued to rub himself slowly against him without entering him. Elrond’s mouth was nuzzling his neck, the slightest threat of teeth in his kisses, and the fingers of one hand had found their way to a nipple. When he squeezed it, Legolas gasped and arched against Glorfindel, but there was no escaping them – their bodies held him captive, more secure than any rope or chain.

“Ai!” Legolas cried out, whimpering when Glorfindel laughed at his reaction and began to torture his other nipple. “Please, don’t! It is too much, I can’t! Mercy, please!”

“I love how sensitive you still are. It makes you react in such wonderful ways,” Glorfindel said hungrily, then lowered his head to gently bite the erect nub so that Legolas cried out and shuddered violently in his arms, almost as if he had found release again. Yet he was still hard against Glorfindel’s belly, and the Lord once again laughed at Legolas’ reaction.

“Oh, you love it when we are cruel,” he whispered intimately, “and we will never stop playing with you, roch neth, using you until it becomes too much, until you no longer know if it is pleasure or pain you are feeling, because this is exactly what you need. And you want it… You want us to treat you so, because obeying us, pleasing us, is far more important to you than your own pleasure. And that is exactly the way it should be.”

Legolas moaned but didn’t try to answer Glorfindel back, hoping that his submission would encourage Elrond to take him at last. His body ached for it so much, and it was only made worse by the infuriating way Elrond kept sliding over his entrance like that – not quite at the right angle to enter him.

Instead he looked at Glorfindel helplessly, taken captive by the Lord’s gaze as he had been captivated by Glorfindel’s beauty at the very first – and he was beautiful. His glorious golden hair curled around his angular face, his deep blue eyes amused and knowing so that Legolas shook his head a little as if to beg for mercy.

Without him being conscious of it, he moved his body at the same rhythm as Elrond’s, whimpering because Glorfindel’s fingers were still teasing his nipples. Elrond leaned in and Legolas angled his neck with a soft cry, thinking that his lover wanted to kiss him there. Instead, Elrond whispered.

“Beg me to use you, pet,” he commanded, and Legolas thought he must come from that order alone. He trembled as he spoke, still looking into Glorfindel’s eyes, uncertain which one of them he was speaking to. Maybe it was both of them.
“Please!” he moaned desperately, stretching in their arms and letting his head fall back against Elrond’s shoulder. “Please, take me. Use my body – it is all I exist for.”

Elrond groaned softly against his ear, the sound vibrating through his entire body as the Lord penetrated him at last, his passage already slick with oil he had applied before Elrond came to them. But he saw Glorfindel smirk too at his plea, and Legolas shuddered in arousal, unable to ignore the thick hardness that moved inside him.

“Don’t,” he pleaded quietly, speaking only to Glorfindel now as the Lord looked down at his fingers, still teasing at Legolas’ nipples. Suddenly Glorfindel bent his head and just licked over one of his nipples like a cat, the heat and feel of his tongue making Legolas jolt in Elrond’s arms as the Lord thrust deeply into his body.

With a possessive growl, Elrond’s hand grabbed at his hip as if to keep him still for it. “I’m sorry!” he gasped, closing his eyes as he felt the delicious swipe of Glorfindel’s tongue again, this time on the other side of his chest.

Legolas didn’t realise he was whimpering so loudly until he felt a finger against his lips as if to warn him, and he opened his eyes only to find Glorfindel’s gaze resting on him again.

The Lord’s hands moved up then to cradle his face, and before Legolas could even think, he was drowning in Glorfindel’s taste and warmth. The fingers curling gently against his scalp were damp – damp with his milk – and Legolas sighed into the kiss in awareness.

It was one of their most loving, intimate kisses, yet Legolas couldn’t forget about Elrond, and how he was being used. It should be wrong, but it wasn’t, and he gave himself over to it, shivering delicately as his body found release at Glorfindel’s tenderness and Elrond’s demands.

As he came back to reality, he found himself thinking it was all the wrong way around. Glorfindel’s tenderness, he mused, allowing himself to smile secretly… Elrond’s demands…

Sure enough, as if they had heard his thoughts, he felt himself being turned around in their arms until it was Glorfindel who was on the verge of breaching him while Elrond kissed him. Opening his eyes in confusion as the kiss ended, Legolas frowned a little. Had Elrond found release? Suddenly he felt the Lord’s hardness against his stomach, sliding over his own cooling essence and he gasped as he looked into Elrond’s eyes.

“You didn’t think I would make it that easy for you, did you, pet?” Elrond asked wickedly, and Legolas felt his heart lurch in wonderful fear and excitement.

“My Lord,” he replied, feeling weak in their arms again.

“Ready, roch neth?” Glorfindel whispered, showing that he hadn’t meant the question to be solicitous when he thrust inside Legolas suddenly, so big inside him that Legolas cried out and tears came to his eyes as he fell back against Glorfindel’s chest.

Too late, he realised he had issued the perfect invitation to Elrond, and all he could do was entwine his fingers in the Lord’s black hair as he began to suckle on one of Legolas’ nipples.

“You will kill me,” he vowed as he felt Glorfindel’s hot flesh begin to move inside him, and his golden Lord chuckled.

“Do not worry roch neth. Whatever we do to you, you will wake up in the morning for more, or I shall be forced to punish you.”

Legolas moaned at the threat and closed his eyes, feeling weak and helpless and loving every moment of his surrender to them. “Please, my Lord… let me feel you come!” he begged, trembling when Elrond’s hardness rubbed against his own softened shaft.

Glorfindel chuckled softly. "Make me," he whispered, and Legolas shivered. "Please me with your sweet, tight body if you want me to find release inside you."

Legolas whimpered as if in torment, clenching around his Lord in reflex, and gasping with new tears in his eyes at how big Glorfindel felt inside him.

"You make him cry, mellon," Elrond said and laughed softly, then licked a drop of Legolas' sweet milk from his lips so that the youth moaned and closed his eyes against the arousal that overcame him once again at the sight of how they took from his body.

"What does he feel like, pet? Tell me. Tell me why you cry when you feel him inside you, although you have begged us for just this so very long!"

Legolas would have squirmed in embarrassment if he could, but he was still securely held by their bodies at either side of him, and he couldn't move without either rubbing against Elrond's hard shaft or forcing Glorfindel's impressive length deeper inside himself.

"So big!" he whimpered. "Every time, it feels as if it is too much..."

"But it isn't," Elrond said and chuckled when Legolas miserably shook his head, then gasped when Glorfindel pulled out only to slowly thrust into him again, letting Legolas feel every inch as it slid deep inside him.

"It isn't... Just enough that I can concentrate only on him, on what he feels like inside me, on how I am so vulnerable... on how he owns me," Legolas sighed, then whimpered when Elrond rewarded him for his answer with another deep kiss.

"Are you hungry for me, pet?" Elrond whispered into his ear. "Don't be too impatient – you'll get to feel me spill inside you as well if you are good and please Glorfindel. I want to fuck you after Glorfindel has come inside you. Just think of it, imagine how it will feel... You'll be so relaxed, loose and slick inside with his seed; almost like a girl who is wet with lust for me."

Elrond chuckled at the shocked little sound Legolas made. "Mmh, of course, if you were a girl, we could take you at the same time, Legolas. Try to imagine that, feeling us both come inside you at the same time. Maybe it's a good thing you are no girl; you are so wanton, so easily aroused that it truly might kill you."

"Ai, please!" Legolas whimpered, trembling violently in their arms at the dirty things Elrond was whispering into his ear. "Please! I want you, I want both of you... Please, don't tease me so! Don't hold back anymore!"

With a loud possessive growl, Glorfindel began taking him faster, until Legolas had no words to speak or to call out – he could only whimper as the demands on his body forced more tears from his eyes while he stared helplessly at Elrond.

“Will you scream for me, ascar?” Glorfindel asked, and in answer Legolas called out loudly, closing his eyes to escape from Elrond as he gave himself over to pleasing his Lord.

The moment of climax was also a kind of release for him, since Glorfindel softened inside him, until his tears stopped and he could breathe again. “Always so hot and perfect, roch neth,” Glorfindel murmured into his ear, his lips brushing warmly over the side of his neck affectionately.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Legolas replied with a sigh, feeling his heart jolt a little as he drifted lazily back to reality, only to find Elrond gazing at him so lustfully he felt like prey.

Slowly, Glorfindel pulled out of him, and Legolas whimpered again as he was turned in their arms so that he was once more facing Glorfindel.

He gasped when he felt Elrond taking him again, his passage feeling sore now and overused. But just as the Lord had predicted, he was so stretched and slick from Glorfindel’s use of his body that it was almost easy, and Elrond groaned in satisfaction.

“See, pet? Do you feel it now?”

Legolas closed his eyes and struggled a little, half-heartedly. “Just like a girl,” Elrond whispered wickedly, and Legolas bristled in indignation, feeling as though he had lived through this before.

“I am not a girl!” he insisted, Glorfindel’s warm laughter making him feel uncertain and ashamed.

“You feel like a girl,” Elrond insisted, sliding back and forth inside him until he had to forget his anger and moan once more. Elrond chuckled. “You moan like one, too. All breathy and delicate.”

“Stop it,” Legolas protested, feeling so vulnerable now that it almost hurt. Glorfindel’s fingers were combing through his hair, and he imagined it how it had looked that evening long ago, open and flowing in little waves.

“Do you really want me to stop, Legolas?” Elrond asked, pausing for a moment until Legolas groaned and pushed back as if to encourage him to move again. “I thought not.”

Elrond carried on the same lazy in and out motion for a few more minutes, and Legolas was so aware now of the sounds he made, the little high-pitched sighs he couldn’t help when Elrond thrust deep inside him, and he blushed, not daring to open his eyes and see Glorfindel’s amusement.

“Do you want me to come?” Elrond demanded bluntly, and Legolas shivered.

“Oh, yes! Please!”

Laughing, Elrond arms tightened around him and he kissed the tip of Legolas’ ear. “Then you will have to make me,” he advised softly, groaning when Legolas immediately tightened his body consciously to make him come.

“Not like that. Don’t you know how to make me lose myself in you?” Legolas trembled, wondering what Elrond expected of him. “Call me by name…”

Smiling, feeling loved despite all of their teasing, Legolas obeyed instantly. “Oh, Elrond!” he moaned wantonly. “Please, find your pleasure in me!” Almost straight away, he felt Elrond shudder, and he moaned in turn, breathing Elrond’s name again almost as an afterthought.

He was exhausted and breathless, feeling sore and used, and at the same time his body was almost glowing with satisfaction. It was not just the physical release they had granted him, although that would already have been enough to leave him weak-kneed. No, instead it was the kind of content that could only be achieved by feeling both of them come, a special kind of satisfaction he could feel glowing warmly in every part of his body, and it made him sigh and stretch wantonly between them when he realised that they were right – that he had indeed been born to submit.

He could feel their love surround him, and he smiled because he knew that no matter how painful it had been, he was grateful that events had happened the way they had, because being with both of them – Elrond so gentle, even submissive from time to time, Glorfindel arrogant and masterful – had brought him to the place he was now. A place where he was happy, where he was confident and secure in their love for him, and where he could surrender himself to their games and enjoy the pleasure they gave him without fear or guilt.

"I love you… even when you are beyond exasperating," he sighed, smiling when Glorfindel threateningly bit his neck while Elrond chuckled.

"Exasperating, roch neth? Do I take that to mean you need another lesson in how to serve?"

"He is still so very wilful, and very much lacking in respect," Elrond agreed, and Legolas whimpered submissively, closing his eyes.

"Forgive me, my Lords," he sighed. "I swear I have learned my lesson; you took all my body had to offer. You have shown me that I am your plaything, and truly, there is nothing I would rather be."

"Very pretty words, roch neth... But ultimately, a lie," Glorfindel said and smirked at Legolas' confusion. "We have not taken everything yet. I have taken nothing from you all day, because you are even sweeter to taste when you are all pliant and submissive. Don't you agree, Elrond?"

Elrond grinned at Legolas' expression and then pushed against the youth's shoulder, forcing Legolas to lie on his back between them.

Legolas looked from one to the other, his eyes widening in comprehension, and he moaned and shook his head, ready to protest. But before he could utter a single word, both of his Lords bent their head, simultaneously taking one of his nipples into their mouth, and when they suckled it truly felt as if he would die from the overload of sensation.

Arching up desperately, he only made it worse, pressing his chest out towards them as if he was begging for his treatment, then, as always, he didn’t know when it stopped, and he came round to hear them talking above him.

“How long?” Glorfindel asked in interest, his deep rumbling voice making Legolas press closer to his chest, and he smiled when he felt Glorfindel’s hand in his hair stroking his scalp.

“It would take a few weeks for the effects to leave his body,” Elrond said in his familiar baritone. “But after that…”

Startled, Legolas opened his eyes wide. “A few weeks for what?” he asked, a feeling of foreboding filling him. Suddenly he felt Glorfindel’s fingers against his lips, and he opened his mouth obediently, moaning and closing his eyes again when he tasted himself on the Lord’s fingers. Silence fell, and he could feel their eyes on him, watching him as he cleaned Glorfindel’s fingers of his own release.

When all of it was gone, Glorfindel’s hand travelled slowly down his body and Legolas arched upwards into his touch like a pet cat, looking at Glorfindel through heavy-lidded eyes.

The hand came to rest on his flat stomach. “A few weeks, roch neth,” he purred, his meaning clear. “What do you think?”

Shaking his head, Legolas swallowed. “No, I –”

He stopped short when Glorfindel leaned in to kiss his neck and he tried to hold the Lord closer, gasping when he felt teeth grazing his skin. “What do you think?”

“I…” The word turned into a soft cry when the bite truly came, and he felt he was swooning as he closed his eyes, still very much aware of Elrond’s body heat behind him.

“What do you think?” Glorfindel repeated when he had done, chuckling when Legolas only looked up at him helplessly. He glanced over Legolas’ shoulder at Elrond. “Perhaps we could even see which one of us can make you fall first.”

Legolas shook his head, pleading with Glorfindel to take back what he had said, remembering how it had been before when he hadn’t known for certain, but instead Glorfindel smiled. “Can you imagine how it might be this time, aras neth? When your body is so needy and ready to be used, and you have both of us to satisfy? You were made to please us, and you would then, wouldn’t you?”

Groaning, Legolas wordlessly pressed himself to the length of Glorfindel’s body as Elrond laughed at him, coming up close behind him to lay a warm hand on his hip.

"Imagine it, Legolas... I can see it so well. And you know that you would like another sweet little babe to cuddle," Elrond whispered into his ear, then moved a hand up his chest until he could massage a nipple, and Legolas moaned again. "You are so beautiful with a child in your arms."

Glorfindel grinned wickedly at how Elrond's words caused Legolas to tremble so deliciously between them. "And with a new baby, you'll be bursting with milk, won't you?"

Legolas groaned and closed his eyes, desperately trying to will his body to not respond to their teasing, but at the same time he was aware that he only protested because he loved it so much.

He tried to imagine it, being pregnant again, being so needy, so hungry for every touch, and having to please both of them. Ai, even thinking about it nearly made him faint, and his weak moan was an unmistakable sound of desire and lust, so that both of them laughed at him once more.

Another son, another daughter... it would not be unwelcome, not truly. Gîlríon and Gloriel were gifts whom he loved more than he had ever thought it possible to love someone, and where he had once feared the interruption of his weapons’ training, he now knew that he was among the best of the younger guards, and that his training would not suffer much should he not touch a sword for a few months.

But Glorfindel and Elrond did not need to know that - not yet. Legolas smiled secretly against Glorfindel's chest, imagining another week or two of them teasing him and trying to make him admit that he would like it.

No, there was no point in making it too easy for them - not when watching them at work was so very rewarding and pleasurable.

Legolas sighed and stretched, enjoying the warmth and security of feeling their bodies around him, and when he finally slipped into reverie, he dreamed of children playing beneath green boughs, and of Elrond and Glorfindel at his side.

~The End~

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roch neth – colt
mellon – friend
aras neth – young deer
ascar – wild one
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