Cuil Eden

Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 41/?
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 Calenharn Elflover, who puts lots of work into making this story a better read. :)

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41

Legolas looked at his lord, stunned, not knowing whether he should cast himself down at his feet, or kiss him with all of his passion right there in front of his brother. Again he could feel tears escaping his eyes, but for once he did not feel shame. Instead, he gladly stepped into his lord's embrace, resting his head on Glorfindel's shoulder as he surrendered himself to the safety his lord's arms brought him.

"Pen villen... Legolas villen nín," Glorfindel repeated, as if he were cherishing the sound of the words. “You are not nothing, never believe that! For you have found your way into my heart..."

His hand gently combed through Legolas' hair, and for a moment they stood silently, both enveloped by the light of Glorfindel's fëa.

Galuron was filled with rage at this latest proof of his brother's treachery, but he was also filled with fear, as for the first time he realized that this was indeed Glorfindel of Gondolin, Beloved of the Valar, who was reborn to carry the light of the Blessed Realm even on these mortal shores.

"Never will we forgive you!" he uttered as a last, helpless curse, before he turned and hurried away, still clutching his throat.

Legolas shivered, but he did not move away from Glorfindel. "I am yours, my lord," he whispered. "Their forgiveness does not matter to me anymore. I have done nothing for which I would need their forgiveness!"

"No, you have not," Glorfindel calmly agreed, then tilted Legolas' head up so he could see into his eyes. "Let us return to our talan... You are still weary, and you should rest before Fairion and Laindir return Gîl to us."

"Yes, lord,” Legolas sighed in agreement, but before he stepped out of Glorfindel's embrace, he shyly brushed his lips against his lord's cheek.

Later, when they were alone in their talan and after he had spread a soothing ointment on Legolas' back, Glorfindel grew pensive. Had it truly been only a day?

Scarcely more than a day and a night had passed, and yet this short time had brought them several revelations. And still, despite all that they had learned, Glorfindel felt that the most important revelation of all had been the realization that this young prince had done that which no one else had ever managed to do before. No matter how improbable it might have once seemed, Legolas had captured his heart.

"I fear that I have another talk with the Lord Celeborn coming up," he sighed, then smiled at the apprehension on Legolas' face. "Ah, never fear, Legolas nín. This time it will not be to show off the marks I have left on your skin. I do not revel in causing that kind of pain! I took no pleasure in that, and neither did you. It is indeed nothing I am proud of, and I promise you that I will never use pain like that to play with you."

Glorfindel looked pensively at the dark bruises. Could Legolas understand the difference between earlier games with the cane, and the catharsis he had sought to give with the belt last night?

"There are those for whom that kind of pain is play as well, but I know that that is not so for you. And it is not something that I need to give either - indeed, having you kneel, or having you spread over my lap, is proof enough of your submission for me. Trust in me, Legolas... I shall never truly hurt you, not for my pleasure, and not unless you are in a situation where you need such relief as my belt gave you last night. And I beg the Valar that you will be spared that kind of torment from now on!"

Then Glorfindel took off his garments and joined Legolas on the bed. "Do you know," he mused, "I think that I never told you what I overheard last night, when I went to search for you at the Lady's Mirror. Do you remember that she invited Ellonúr to take a stroll in her garden? I think that he was invited to look into her Mirror as well, and that he accepted that offer. Indeed, now I find myself wondering if maybe that was not the real reason why he joined us on this journey?"

"I pray that he has been given kinder visions than were given to me," Legolas said softly. "Certainly there is also healing to be found in that glade?"

Glorfindel brushed Legolas' hair to the side so he could kiss him without interference. "Ai, the Valar preserve your compassion, pen velui," he sighed. "No, I fear that he found no healing with the Lady. I overheard a conversation he had with Celeborn, and what he is planning to do is a mistake, I am certain. He is full of pain, Legolas, his fëa is wounded - he feels like you did last night, when you begged me to take your pain away. He begged me for the same in Imladris, do you remember? Yet I rejected him. I cannot give him what I gave you; I fear that he is already gone too far. He searches to drown himself in pain, but where the pain helped you to let go of your guilt, I fear that it will only numb him and make him crave even greater pain.

"He has no limits left. He would do anything to escape the pain of his fëa, and had I given in to his plea, I might have overstepped my limits as well. And I will not do that to him - I will not do that to myself! Truly, there is no healing in pain for him; his fëa needs healing of another kind."

"And will the Lord Celeborn give him that healing?" Legolas asked softly. Suddenly, he felt compassion where he had once felt fear and even jealousy when he recalled how Ellonúr had asked for his lord's attention. "He seems very wise, and..." Legolas blushed. "And also very knowledgeable in those games which Ellonúr wants."

Glorfindel gave Legolas a kind smile, then grinned and kissed the tip of his nose as if he were a child. "One day, you shall praise my knowledge in that area as well!" he declared, but then his smile grew sad. "But no... As much as I would have liked for him to let Celeborn help him, he rejected the offer. I can understand why; Celeborn's heart belongs solely to his Lady, and while he would have given the touch of his whip, and his cane, he would not have given his heart, or even his body.

"No, I fear that Ellonúr has decided to give himself to Haldir." Glorfindel sighed when he felt Legolas shudder. "Ai, you fear him still, pen vell - but maybe you do well to feel so. He is just as wounded as Ellonúr, and two such as this will never find healing with each other. As Ellonúr is so desperate that he has no limits left as to what he will allow done to himself, so I fear that Haldir has no limits as to what he will do, especially with one like Ellonúr who will goad him on. They will go too far, I am certain of that... This can only end in more pain for both of them, maybe even ending with such despair that only the journey West can bring healing."

Glorfindel shook his head then, and forced himself to let go of these dark thoughts. "Ah, but each of them has seen several centuries already. I cannot make their decisions for them, and if Ellonúr casts my friendship away, then I have no choice but to step aside and leave him to his mistakes. Forgive me for burdening you with my troubled thoughts, Legolas... You know neither of them very well, and both bear you ill feelings."

"Yet Ellonúr is your friend, lord," Legolas said sleepily. "I might have no advice to offer you, yet I am glad that you would open your heart to me. I might be too young and inexperienced to help with your troubles, but I shall always listen."

"And that in itself eases my mind somewhat already," Glorfindel sighed, and then finally turned all of his thoughts towards a lighter matter. He gathered Legolas' damp hair in his hands and quickly braided it into one single, long tail, which he then moved from Legolas' back to rest on the pillow next to his head instead. At Legolas' questioning glance, he took a phial of oil from the nightstand and poured some of the golden liquid into his palm.

"It will ease your muscles," he explained, and started his work on Legolas' neck, gently kneading the flesh that had not been touched by the belt. "That was a terrible ordeal you went through last night, and while you bore it like a true warrior-prince, there is no shame in accepting comfort once the trial is borne.”

Legolas could only moan in agreement when the knots of tension in his neck and shoulder muscles were skillfully kneaded by Glorfindel’s hands. “It is an infusion of comfrey and juniper,” the lord began to explain when he moved on to Legolas’ arms, starting with a massage of every single finger before he slowly worked his way upwards. “My warriors usually carry a small bottle of it with them when we are out on patrol, as it warms and relaxes sore muscles. Did Thalaron teach you yet about the medicinal herbs we require our guards to carry with them?”

Legolas made a soft sound of agreement. “Yes... though he said that he will herd us all out into the woods once the proper season arrives, and make us gather and prepare the herbs to show what we have learned.”

“Good; this knowledge is just as important as your skills with a sword.” Not that those were much to be proud of yet, Glorfindel thought as he moved on to Legolas’ arm. He marveled once again that he could encircle Legolas’ wrists so easily, his thumb and forefinger meeting over the point where he could feel Legolas’ pulse, and see the blue veins beneath his pale skin. It was true, Legolas was – delicate, he decided, eschewing the word ‘frail’. Even his upper arms, although now firm with hard muscles beneath the soft skin, were still only half the size of Glorfindel’s.

But then, it really was not fair to fault Legolas for things which were outside of his power. For someone who had taken up a sword less than a year ago, without any kind of basic training whatsoever during his earlier life, he was truly progressing well. The other youths simply had the advantage of their longer training – he really could not expect Legolas to best them after so short a time.

Glorfindel’s gaze fell back onto the thin wrists. Yes... it did not help that the youth did not have the build of a warrior either. Yet at least, he had the advantage of speed over those who were not as lithe as he. In time, he would certainly learn to make use of that advantage.

Once Glorfindel had accorded the same treatment to the other arm, with Legolas sighing his appreciation, he moved on to his feet. The first touch there got him a surprised squeak, and then, when he began to earnestly knead the sole of his foot, he was rewarded with several giggles and a helpless twitching. Glorfindel smiled wickedly when he moved on to his leg, stowing away the information for future usage.

Again Legolas’ legs parted when his hands reached the thigh, and Glorfindel rewarded Legolas’ acquiescence with a kiss, right on top of the red mark his mouth had left earlier. Then followed the other leg, again starting with the twitching, ticklish feet and ending at the thigh.

Legolas’ buttocks had been spared the bite of the belt, and the red lines the cane had left were already fading, so Glorfindel began to knead the firm, deliciously rounded muscles there as well. His eyes strayed to the small opening hidden between. Legolas had not yet had any time to prepare himself for Glorfindel as he usually did, and Glorfindel felt the first stirrings of arousal when he let his fingers stray towards the tight entrance. His thumbs circled the small muscle, anointing it with oil, and when two of his fingers slipped inside to spread the oil there as well, Legolas moaned in pleasure, his body accepting the intrusion as easily as if Glorfindel were a part of him.

Glorfindel kept his movements light, as if he were just continuing the massage from the inside, and did not penetrate Legolas deeply enough to give him real pleasure. Yet still Legolas tried to push up his hips, spreading his thighs further in an obvious invitation that was accompanied by soft, needful sounds.

“Ah,” Glorfindel sighed, gazing down at the beautiful, aroused youth that was his alone, “I did not know that in Mirkwood, they bred their princes for such sweetness in the bedchamber!”

Legolas turned his head to give Glorfindel a look of passionate supplication. “Please, my lord!” he pleaded. “Have me... I need to feel you! Take me like this, on my knees, as though you were a stallion – I will not feel my back this way! Please! One touch of you makes me drunk with desire, with need – do no make me suffer, lord!”

Glorfindel groaned and pulled up Legolas’ hips, arranging him on his hands and knees the way the youth had begged to be taken. “If I am your stallion, does that then mean that you are my little filly?”

Legolas moaned but wildly shook his head. “A yearling colt, lord, that has to be shown his place by his stallion!”

Glorfindel laughed throatily, both amused and aroused, and then loudly groaned when he finally gave in to Legolas’ pleading and pushed inside, savoring the tightness that enveloped him. “Valar... how I love this! How I love the way you feel!”

Legolas cried out, his arms giving way when Glorfindel’s length hit just the right spot.

“How I love the sounds you make!” Glorfindel groaned, continuing to thrust into the willing, open body that lay before him now in true supplication. He kept his rhythm fast and hard, his passion, his need for release driving him into a frenzy that was truly like the coupling of animals now, and only when Legolas spilled himself with a cry did he slow his pace somewhat.

Yet still he did not stop, and Legolas did not complain. If anything, his climax had made it even sweeter to use him, his body completely pliant, the epitome of submission as he continued to softly moan at the feel of Glorfindel’s length sliding in and out, cherishing the feeling of being completely possessed although there was no more pleasure in it for him.

“Spill yourself in me, lord,” he encouraged with a soft sigh. “Let me feel that I have pleased you!”

“Nobody has ever pleased me as you do!” Glorfindel gasped, his fingers leaving dark marks on Legolas’ thighs now so close did he pull him, and then Glorfindel cried out as well as he found release deep inside the core of his prince’s body, claiming him in that most intimate way, truly feeling like a stallion now who had proven his dominance over another.

Still gasping, he withdrew after a moment, and then lay down next to Legolas, the youth immediately moving to rest his head on his shoulder. “Ai, you have exhausted me!” Glorfindel sighed, waiting for his heartbeat to calm so that he would be able to think again. The ferociousness of their joining had surprised even himself – he had not thought of using Legolas when he had begun to massage him, truly only desiring to ease his muscles. “Are you well, pen villen?”

“More than well... yet I think there is one muscle that will be sore tomorrow despite your skillful massage,” Legolas said, and Glorfindel could feel his smile against his skin.

“Maybe I shall have to give that muscle another massage later then,” Glorfindel suggested, and now Legolas laughed.

“Truly, only you could have the stamina to suggest something like that,” he said affectionately, and then moved to find a more comfortable way of resting against his lord. “I shall endeavor to please you just as well then – just do not expect me to be awake, after the hard ride you just put me through.”

“Ah, and I am a bad rider, am I not? Look, I have ridden you nearly to death, your flanks are trembling and you are wet with sweat! Yet I do not have the strength left to fetch a cloth to wipe you down...”

“I am resilient, lord, I shall survive one day of neglect. Just do not forget to give me my workout tomorrow, or my muscles will get all stiff and sore!” Legolas gave Glorfindel a mischievous look, wondering a little at himself. How could he be so carefree after all that he had learned today? Yet it felt good to jest like this, to make his lord laugh, to hear the obvious affection this warrior felt for him. Yes... he could allow himself to believe what had happened. He was loved! He was loved by this noble lord whom he pleased, who was the first who found no fault with him.

He would worry tomorrow. For now, he would rest in his arms, safe in the knowledge of the love his lord bore him.

“Sleep, pen villen,” Glorfindel murmured, his voice already growing soft. “Let us nap, and when we wake again, I promise I shall take care of you.”


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Pen villen... Legolas villen nín – Beloved one... my beloved Legolas
Legolas nín – my Legolas
pen velui – sweet one
pen vell – dear one
pen villen – beloved one
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