Cuil Eden

Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 39/?
Rating: NC-17
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 the wonderful Calenharn Elflover, thank you so much! :)


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Glorfindel trailed a finger along Legolas' trembling flank and smiled when the youth sighed and moved deeper into his embrace.

Such tenderness Legolas woke in him, such a desire to protect, to possess - to love!

No, Glorfindel thought, with all of his many lovers, it had never been like this! Legolas was so much the epitome of all that had ever attracted him that it was almost eerie - young and inexperienced, untouched by any but him, beautiful, and eager to please. How could he resist such perfect, natural submissiveness?

Yet it was more than all this. Legolas, for lack of a better word, was sweet. He was like honey to Glorfindel's battered, weary fëa, sweet and balming, and despite his allure, still so very innocent.

Yes, despite all that had happened to him, Legolas was still unmarred by the pain of life, and this sweet optimism, this resilient hope, was something Glorfindel could not help but want to protect.

"Ai, Legolas velui ammelui nín," Glorfindel whispered and took Legolas' lips again in a tender kiss.

Legolas made a soft sound of contentment, and when their lips finally parted, he gave Glorfindel a shy smile. "Thank you," he breathed, still not quite able to believe what had happened. "Thank you, my lord!"

He did not dare to say more, for fear that he might somehow destroy this mood that had possessed Glorfindel, but there were still things he could do to show his appreciation - things that so far had never failed to please his lord.

With another shy smile to hide how insecure he still felt, he wound his arms around Glorfindel's neck and moved so that his thigh slid against his lord's erection. He flushed a little when he could feel just how hungry Glorfindel was for him, but at the same time, he could not help but feel pleased at the thought.

"Will you not have me, my lord?" he whispered, forcing himself to meet Glorfindel's eyes despite his embarrassment. "I want... I want to feel you inside me when you find your release." His cheeks were bright red, but he was still smiling at Glorfindel, meeting his eyes to show that he meant what he said.

"Ah, there is nothing I would like better," Glorfindel sighed. "But I fear that now is not the right time for that, not with your back still so bruised."

"My mouth then?" Legolas offered, then sighed when Glorfindel indulgently shook his head. "Please, my lord, I want to give you pleasure!" he insisted earnestly.

"You need not try and make it up to me. What I did was for you, to give you pleasure - I demand nothing in return, not when I brought you here to enjoy the healing this place offers."

"Still," Glorfindel continued with a grin, "I would not mind it at all if you were to move this", he pulled one of Legolas' hands to his mouth to press a teasing kiss to it, "to here, and wrap those slender fingers around me to bring me to release in your hand. After all, you want to pleasure me, and who am I to keep you from your heart's desire?"

"And this way I can at least taste of your sweetness," he sighed and then kissed the prince, whose long, graceful fingers were busy pleasuring him with such endearing tenderness and admiration.

This way, it did not take long at all until Glorfindel found his release with a muffled groan, his seed staining Legolas' fingers and spurting onto his belly.

Legolas was silent while Glorfindel shuddered with his pleasure and then stretched like a large, contented cat, but his fingers were curled in Glorfindel's hair and he tenderly stroked his nape.

"I brought you here to wash yourself, and now see - I got you dirty again," Glorfindel said with another of his rakish grins that kindled a strange, sweet glow deep inside Legolas.

The youth coyly lowered his head and raised his hand to his face, pretending to study the silvery essence that clung to it. "Ah, but you need not worry, my lord; I think this can easily be cleaned without stepping into the pool again," he said softly, his eyes filled with a warm, teasing light when he slowly lapped at the glistening wetness that stained his fingers.

Glorfindel held his breath. "Ai, you are wicked!" he breathed, staring at the exquisite sight in front of him with both admiration and hunger. "Bruises or no, if you keep this up, my sweet prince, you shall find youself on your back as soon as we enter our talan!"

"As long as you promise to be gentle," Legolas demurred, drawing a finger through the wet puddle on his belly for another teasing taste of his lord.

"Wicked!" Glorfindel breathed again, delighted, and then suddenly, there was the sound of a dry branch breaking beneath somebody's feet.

Shocked by the sudden intrusion at this private moment, Glorfindel and Legolas turned, the latter already desperately searching for a towel or their clothing to cover himself with. But their play had carried them a few steps away from the place where they had dropped their towels, and so Legolas found himself facing the glowering countenance of his brother without even a scrap of cloth to preserve his dignity. And even worse than facing his brother while naked, Galuron's grimace of distaste bore witness to the fact that there was still a puddle of Glorfindel's seed cooling on his belly, and most probably glistening on his lips as well.

"How dare you intrude? Do you not know what this place is?" Glorfindel cried in disbelief, immediately springing up to place himself in front of Legolas, shielding him with his equally naked body. “This is a place of healing, hallowed to all the Galadhrim!”

"If anybody is disturbing the sanctity of this spring, then it would be you!" Galuron exclaimed in disgust. "I have made no effort to conceal the sound of my steps! Is it my fault that you were so lost in your depravities that you did not hear?"

"This is no place for quarrels," Glorfindel said in a dangerously soft voice, but before Galuron could react, Legolas interrupted.

"Let it rest, my lord," he said tiredly. "He thinks me a whore, and a traitor, and there is nothing I can do to change his mind. He had no love for me when I was but a child begging for some affection from my brothers, and he will have no love for me now, no matter what I say or do."

"Ah, but you are wrong there," Galuron said darkly, his eyes lingering on Legolas' lips. "It is what you do now that makes me abhor you. All your accusations of rape - and here I find you licking that depraved Noldo's seed from your fingers like a seasoned mortal whore!"

"Do you not - do you not share affection with your lovers, brother?" Legolas asked in a small, strained voice. "Do you not delight in giving them pleasure?"

Galuron laughed bitterly. "Lovers? Ah, you give yourself away, Legolas. Did I not hear you say that he was your rapist?"

Glorfindel made a sound of disgust, but before he could say a word, Legolas had gripped his arm to silence him.

"It was the truth, brother, even though I know you will never believe me," he said sadly. "Just think about this one thing, if you will... Why it is that the one who violated me is also the one who showed me happiness, for the first time in my life? Does that make me a whore - or does it not rather make my family monsters?"

Glorfindel looked thoughtful now, and sad as well. He raised a hand to tenderly cup Legolas' cheek, and the prince leaned into the caress, covering Glorfindel's hand with his own, smaller one.

"I did not feel like a whore today, or a slave... " Legolas whispered, his eyes bright. "I felt like a lover. I... thank you, my lord!"

Glorfindel smiled and drew Legolas into his arms, pressing a kiss to his brow. "You are beloved, Legolas, never forget that!" he breathed, overcome with emotion.

A loud, startled gasp drove them apart. Legolas paled when he realized that in turning into his lord's arms, he had also turned his back to Galuron, and presented his brother with the convoluted mess of dark bruises and red welts that Glorfindel had left on his skin.

Legolas moaned, more mortified by this than he had been about being found by his brother with Glorfindel's seed drying on his body.

He quickly took two steps towards where they had left their towels, and snatched one up and wrapped it around his waist. It could not hide what the belt had done to him, nor would it erase the knowledge of what had happened earlier from his brother's mind, but at least he no longer felt quite so vulnerable.

"I - have you no respect for yourself?" Galuron asked, all traces of disgust finally gone from his voice. Instead, he stared at Legolas with shocked disbelief. "You let him do this to you, and still you call it happiness?"

“Yes,” Legolas said softly, “yes, I do. I... You will not understand, I know, but I asked him for this. And I am grateful for it, too. I would rather be with him, who punishes me for my mistakes so I may learn to please him better, than return to the father who seemed to punish me all the time without reason, although I have always done my best to please him.”

Legolas sighed and lowered his eyes for a moment, remembering what his life had been like in Mirkwood. Then he resolutely shook his head. “But that is over now,” he declared. “I may never be able to fully shake the hope of one day earning father’s love – but I am no longer dependent on it. I have my own son now, and his wellfare to worry about. And I also have my lord, whom I... whom I want to please with all my heart.”

As he spoke, he returned to Glorfindel’s side, and now he gracefully knelt down at his feet, taking his hand into his own and pressing a kiss to it in a bold declaration of where his allegiance now lay. “You are my only lord; you are the only one whom I serve,” he said fervently, not caring that he was forswearing his father and Mirkwood forever. “To you I owe the clothing that I wear, the food that I eat, to you I even owe my son, whom I love more than anything in this world. I shall serve you in any way that you ask, lord, and if I err, I will gladly bear whatever punishment you deem appropriate.”

Galuron laughed in bitter disbelief at the traitorous oath his brother had spoken. “Ai, what shame you and your curse have brought on yourself, Legolas!”

“It is no curse!” Legolas protested, “and I feel no shame, not for the beautiful son I was given! If there is any shame, then it is for the father that never once showed me love! How can you treat a child like that – your own child? I cannot imagine ever looking upon Gîl with anything but the utmost love! It is abominable... He is the one that is cursed, not I!”

“Abominable? What do you know of adar?” Galuron snarled, now red with rage. “Poor, martyred little Legolas, who runs away from his realm to become the plaything of a Noldo – oh yes, father was cursed! Cursed by the Valar with the darkness encroaching on our forest, and with sons tainted by dark magic so that -“

"Sons?" Glorfindel interrupted in disbelief. "Do you expect us to believe that you or Celeirdúr are cursed as well?"

Galuron fell silent. He was now trembling, but it seemed from shock rather than rage. He abruptly turned to flee, but Glorfindel was now enraged as well, and had long since lost any patience.

Before Galuron had managed to take more than a few steps, Glorfindel was upon him, and both of them fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. With complete disregard to his nudity, Glorfindel pressed the slighter body of Thranduil’s second son into the ground, snarling when the prince tried to fight back.

“The truth! I will have the truth out of you, Galuron, or Valar help me, I will make sure that you never father any children!”

“What use have you for the truth?” Galuron shouted back. “The two of you seem to have found your own truth – but you know nothing, Legolas, you know nothing! How dare you feel sorry for yourself when father lost a wife and a son to this curse you dare call a gift? You are a disgrace! I wish it had been you who had died there in Elvýr’s place!”

“Elvýr?” Glorfindel repeated in a dangerously soft voice. “Now this is interesting – tell me more, Galuron. The truth, the whole truth - now!”

“No!” Galuron cried, taking up his futile struggle again, until Glorfindel finally had enough and pressed his arm down on the prince’s throat with a growl, all but cutting off the breath of his captive.

“Please, do not hurt him!” Legolas cried fearfully, but he was still too shocked by what was happening in front of his eyes to even dare think of helping his brother.

“Tell me!” Glorfindel seethed, “tell me, Galuron – this is your last chance, or I swear I will kill you for all the hurt you have caused Legolas!”

Galuron made a choked noise but continued to struggle, until finally he was forced to give in. When Glorfindel cautiously lessened the pressure on his throat, he gasped and hungrily sucked down air, and then threw Legolas a poisonous look. “You want to know, Legolas?” he rasped. “Adar has forbidden it to ever be talked about, but I cannot bear to hear you spread your filthy lies about him, not after all he had to suffer through! Yes, Legolas, adar is no monster – far from it! All that he did was meant to protect you, from this curse that you bear - and maybe even from himself! For it was you who sent our mother into a grief so deep that she could no longer bear to live! It was this curse that you carry that also killed my brother! How dare you call it a gift when adar himself had to give the order to have Elvýr’s life ended? When my brother went insane with horror before he died with the poison of orc-spawn growing in his belly?”

“I hate you, Legolas!” Galuron whispered fiercely, and for the first time in his life, Legolas saw his cold, arrogant brother shed tears. “Would that you had been the one raped by orcs, and not he! You should have been the one to die - you traitor!"

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Ai, Legolas velui, ammelui nín – Ah, my sweet, so very sweet Legolas
Elvýr – literally translated, the name means 'star-follower'
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