Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 12/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: PG
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing
with them and will give them back afterwards.

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With a smile Glorfindel relaxed into the hot water. "Tend to me!" he ordered and closed his eyes. It took several seconds until he felt the first, tentative touches on his skin, but he did not react and so they grew bolder after a while. His skin was carefully cleaned with a soft cloth and then a fragrant soap was rubbed into his skin by skillfull, slender fingers.
"Mhh, you do this so very well... Thranduil should have made you his personal servant not not throw away your talent guarding horses!"

Legolas paled as he heard the name of his father, and for one moment his hands stopped. Then they continued their work in resignation. He could not tell Glorfindel about this, and he hoped that the Noldo would never find out... because that would surely earn him more than a spanking. He shuddered and rubbed harder, thinking about the cane Glorfindel had presented to him. No... he could not tell him, never!

"I think that spot is quite clean by now," Glorfindel's amused voice brought him back to the task he was supposed to perform. "You can wash my hair now, kneel down behind me and be careful. There will be a feast this evening, in honor of Lord Celeborn who arrived this morning. I need to be presentable."

"Yes, my Lord," Legolas answered softly and followed the order, hating himself all the while for his cowardice. It was no wonder that he was treated like a slave if he behaved like one...
Although washing Glorfindel's hair was actually a very pleasurable task. The golden hair for which he was named was long and heavy in Legolas' hands. Once it was wetted it lost its wavy quality and fell down Glorfindel's back like heavy, expensive silk, the strands parting easily for Legolas' fingers as he slowly began to disentangle the braids. Once he was finished and the hair was open before him like a golden veil, he wetted it more thoroughly with water which he carefully scooped and poured with his hands. The he took another piece of soap, one which smelled of sunflowers and wood and ripe, red apples, and worked up a lather between his hands which he then used to gently clean Glorfindel's hair. The older elf sighed with appreciation and relaxed against Legolas body until Legolas had cleaned away the soap with more carefully poured water.

When Glorfindel finally left the tub he stretched and then walked back into his bedroom. "Wash yourself and come," he told Legolas over his shoulder, "I need to decide what you shall wear tonight."

"I will have to come to the feast as well?" Legolas sighed dejectedly. He hated how the other elves used dinner to tease and humiliate him, and tonight it would surely be even worse than usual.

"Yes, you will. Now hurry!"

Legolas sighed but did as he was told, quickly cleaning himself and his hair. He toweled his body and wrung the excess water from his hair, then slowly entered the bedroom. Glorfindel stood in front of the mirror, looking at the new robe he had the tailor make him. The dark green velvet suited him, it proved a nice contrast to his golden hair, making it shine even brighter, like the golden flowers of his House with which the borders of the robe were adorned.

"Come, try on your new robbe, it's lieing on the bed," Glorfindel told him, and indeed, on the bed Legolas found the new garment waiting for him. It was made of a thin and very soft fabric in a light green which felt like it was caressing his skin whenever he moved, and Legolas immediately liked it very much -- until he saw his reflection in the mirror. The tunics he usually wore when Glorfindel would take him outside fell so wide that they hid his slowly growing belly, but this robe hugged his body and accentuated his pregnancy. It would be visible to everybody that he was carrying Glorfindel's child.

"Come, little one, braid my hair!" Glorfindel ordered, and Legolas automatically followed the command. His fingers knew by now how Glorfindel liked to have his hair braided, and so Legolas was free to pursue his thoughts while his hands were busy.

Yes, everybody would know about his situation, and he hated that thought. Of course everybody at Imladris knew about him, but those were foreign elves, elves from Lothlórien... more enemies of his father, although Thranduil had never attacked the Golden Wood directly. Nevertheless everybody knew that Imladris and Lothlórien were allies... He sighed and hoped that this would not lead to new problems for him. At least he was quite sure that there should be no Lorien elf who had ever seen him face to face as the prince of Mirkwood, so his masquerade should prove secure.

"Hmm, you look nice in that robe," Glorfindel told him and wrapped an arm around his waist, resting his hand on his belly. "They will stare at you and be jealous of me. I think I'll enjoy this evening! Now, for one last thing... sit down on the bed, I want to braid your hair."

Legolas immediately obeyed. Braids... so Glorfindel had finally changed his opinion and would let him wear his braids? He smiled and closed his eyes as he felt Glorfindel's fingers in his hair.

"See this?" Glorfindel finally asked him, interrupting Legolas' happy dreams as he held up some slender braids. "I want you to braid all of your hair like this and let it dry this way, so you'll have little waves in your hair tonight."

"Waves?" Legolas whispered shocked. "You will not let me wear my braids?"

"I believe we already talked about this!" Glorfindel answered, visibly annoyed ."Stop whining and /do/ it - you know the consequences if you disobey me. Now hurry, I expect to find you ready when I return!"

With silent despair Legolas stared at Glorfindel's back as the Noldo left the room. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was to cry...

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Legolas felt miserable. Not only did he have to wear Glorfindel's knots in his hair, no, his hair now fell in small waves down his back, thanks to the braids Glorfindel had forced him to let his hair drie in. And it looked ridiculous! He felt like a naive little human girl who was dressed up for her first ball... and he was neither a child nor a girl!
He grumbled a soft curse under his breath, but a stern look from Glorfindel silenced him immediately. Instead Legolas now tried to hide from view behind Glorfindel's back, sulking all the while.

Legolas could put up with many things: the knots in his hair, the clothes he had been forced to wear which only served to make his pregnancy more obvious, the fact that Erestor had presented him to the Lord Celeborn as "Glorfindel's little Sindar... companion" with so much disgust in his voice that he could just as well have said whore... but the waves in his hair, they enraged him. After all, it was /his/ hair. His beautiful, long hair of which he was very proud. He had always taken care to wash and brush it until it shone like the sun itself, and people had always complimented him on its beauty. He did not need curls to make him look good!

"A Mirkwood elf, Glorfindel? And a male one at that?" Celeborn sounded amused, yet also a little taken aback.

"Oh, but do you not think that he is beautiful?" With a slightly evil smile Glorfindel pulled Legolas forward, presenting him to Celeborn.

"You got a male Mirkwood elf pregnant..." Celeborn slowly repeated, shaking his head. "Oh, I think that this might make you even more famous than slaying the Balrog! Although you must admit that he looks like a girl, and as you got him pregnant like a girl -- why not take a girl in the first place?"

"I am /not/ a girl!" Legolas said enraged, for the moment forgetting his position and who was standing before him as he glared at the Lord of Lothlórien.

"Oh, so he can speak... you do seem to have a weakness for fiery demons, Glorfindel." Celeborn seemed to be very amused by the outburst

"Believe me, he is usually much tamer -- and if you do not want to feel my belt on your bottom in front of the entire room, you better apologize!" Glorfindel threatened and grabbed a handfull of Legolas' hair, yanking him forward so that he stood directly in front of Celeborn.

"I am sorry," Legolas said sullenly, his eyes studying the elaborate pattern of the Lord's robe.

"With a /bit/ more sincerity!" Glorfindel hissed.

"But I don't want to apologize because I am /not/ a girl!" Legolas snapped. He crossed his arms before his chest and glared at both Lords of which one could barely contain his mirth while the other bristled with anger.

"You will do what I tell you, or it will be your own fault if you won't be able to sit down tomorrow!"

"I will not apologize because he insulted me!"

"Then you will suffer the consequences!" Glorfindel hissed. "Please excuse us," he nodded calmly to the smiling Celeborn, then began to pull Legolas towards the door to the balcony. "Cenithach..." he promised in a dark, threatening voice, and despite his former boldness Legolas now felt a shiver run down his spine.

"I will not!" Stubbornly he glared at Glorfindel, trying his best to suppress his fear. He knew that he only made his situation worse by it, but it just seemed like he could take no more. He had put up with so much already, had submitted to everything Glorfindel had asked of him... but to be thus presented to another Lord, like he was a weak maiden! No, he did not care what Glorfindel would do to him, he would not let others call him a girl!

"Outside! Now!" Glorfindel hissed and yanked again at his hair, causing a small whimper to escape Legolas' lips as he was brutally pulled outside.

"Coelio nin, ascar, cenithach!" Glorfindel repeated, and when Legolas heard the cold anger and anticipation in his voice, he slowly began to realize that he might have brought a situation onto himself he was not ready to face.

tbc...

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cenithach = you will scream
Coelio nin, ascar, cenithach! = Believe me, wild one, you will scream!
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