winterborn

Author: Az (Azmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)

Homepage: http://www.nad-no-ennas.net

4 - AN: ok this is the father/son chappy... one of them... I hereby warned you! Total freakyness..

Betaed by; Calad my darling little pet elf

Rating: N17

Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, sad but true.

Summary: Maeglin finds himelf in a tie, and something needs to be done

Warnings: major angst, incest, knifeplay, humiliation, bondage

Pairings: (over all) Amrod/Elured Maedhros/Fingon Maeglin/Maglor & Maeglin/Eöl implied

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Chapter 6 – I am denial, guilt, and fear

(I listened to Korn, so shoot me :P)

He knew it was raining. He couldn’t see it or hear it, but the humidity of the air told him of the wet grass outside. He knew it was night, both because he felt the fatigue, but also he heard distant chickadees. The fire from the fireplace lit the room, making everything throw long, frightening shadows. Maeglin sat down on his bed and pulled off his tunic. Tonight was quiet; he couldn’t hear his parents at all. He heard the dogs bark at something in the main room, but that could be anything from a shadow to a squirrel.

He slowly un-braided his plait, remembering that his father had slapped him when he had seen it, and told him it was elven folly. He had seen the warning in his father’s eyes, but decided to stand up for himself for once, but all that had come out of his mouth had been an excuse. He said that it was easier to work when he didn’t get his hair caught, but Eöl had just grabbed the plait and offered to cut it off if it was of annoyance for his first-born daughter. Maeglin had cringed and had shamefully started to un-braid his hair much to his father’s amusement.

Once home, once more his mother had asked why his hair was not braided, and he had answered that he did not need a plait. Adrehel had shaken her head, and just braided it once more. Even though Maeglin had known they would get in trouble, the feeling of his mother’s hands running through his hair was just too precious. He had not even had to ask her to sing, but she began to sing a hushed tune about the shores of aman. Maeglin had almost fallen asleep when his mother had patted his shoulder and whispered, “Now you are my son, my precious lomion.” For a second he had shown, feeling showered in the love that was his and Adrehel’s – until he had showed up, demanding his supper, and Adrehel had hurried off to stir her pots. Strangely enough, he did not even mention the braid was back. Maeglin knew this was a bad sign. Adrehel had tried all she could, making pleasant conversation, but Eöl had just nodded or shook his head.

When Maeglin had excused himself from the table, he had felt his fathers stare follow him, making his skin crawl. And sure enough, just when he had lit the fire in the fireplace in his rooms his father had burst in his door and... and…

Maeglin shook his head to get rid of his thoughts, and flopped back in the sheets wincing as his sore back made contact with the sheets, Thrice damned be that darkelf and his temper, he thought to himself, while he was trying to find some comfortable position to lay in.

Fatigue and emotional drain soon caught up with Maeglin, and he found himself in troubled dreams.

He was standing in this stunning, beautiful city, more light and shining that he could ever had imagined. He thought that this must be what the hidden city looked like, and that all his mother’s stories had been right. He was about to explore the city, completely awe struck by the sight, when he heard his voice, his hated voice. He spun around and saw his father stand there, tall, strict, and frightening. His body language told Maeglin that his father was displeased. “Look at you…” he said.

Maeglin looked down himself. He wore bright blue robes with silver linings. He paled and looked up at his father. “I didn’t mean to... I didn’t know… I …” He looked over at his father with pleading eyes, knowing well that this was far worse than the plait. “I’m sorry.”

Eöl stepped closer and slapped him hard over the face with the back of his hand. Maeglin could taste the blood in his mouth, but the pain of the cracked lip did not come. “You defile this place by your very presence.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong…” he whined.

His father just grabbed his hair, and forcefully pulled something out of it. Maeglin caught a glimpse of a dark blue ribbon, which he couldn’t remember putting there. “Why do you constantly defy me, son?” Eöl hissed.

“I didn’t mean to... I tried… I didn’t know… please, let go of me father.” Maeglin clawed his father’s chest. “Please?”

“You are a failure.” Eöl hissed in his ear, “You are a good for nothing harlot, that is what you are.”

Maeglin’s eyes widened. harlot?

Suddenly Eöl spun Maeglin around. “What say you, good citizens?” he roared.

Maeglin felt as if his heart had stopped for a second, as he saw a horde of elves, all pretty and perfect, shining like the buildings around them. But their eyes shown with loathing, all directed at him. This very instant, he most of all felt like crying.

Eöl pushed Maeglin in front of him. “What say you?”

Maeglin tried to back away from the masses, but his father held him in place. The more he struggled, the firmer Eöl’s grip got. “Father, why are you doing this?” he whispered.

“Silence.” Eöl sneered, and hit him once more. Maeglin’s world went black.

He woke up on a bunk bed in a dark room. He knew this place; he had been here before. This was the dwarf’s realm. He hated this place, and he hated this room. Nothing but the sound of the mountain, and ... was that breathing? He blinked rapidly to focus his eyes, and then he finally did see something. He saw this father standing in the dim lighting with a huge grin. “Good morning princess.” he whispered.

“Why are you here?” he burst out, regretting it in the second he had said it.

“Silence child” Eöl said and took a step closer.

Maeglin’s breath caught in his throat as he saw his father standing naked, sporting an impossible huge erection, and in his hand holding a vicious looking hunting knife. “Now be a good boy,” he chuckled as he held out the red ribbon from the light city, “stand up and face the wall.”

He just knew better than to ask questions, so he did as his father bid, biting his already cracked lip when he felt his father grab his arms twisting them before tying them together in a hard tie. But when his father did not touch him he suddenly got confused and turned his head, earning himself a stinging slap once more to the face. “I told you to face the wall,” Eöl said, eerily calm. “But since you are in such an hurry to look upon me, you can turn and face me, and sit down on the bed.”

And so Maeglin did, keeping his eyes on the floor, not sure what to make of this, “Father?”

Eöl looked down at his son with a wolfish grin. “What?”

“Pl-please put away the knife” he whispered.

“This?” the dark elf said, holding the knife up to Maeglin’s face.

“Y-yes…”

“But, why should I do that?” Eöl chuckled, and used the knifes edge to raise Maeglin’s head so they made eye contact.

“It fr-frightens me…” he whispered, shivering at the feeling of the cold steel against his chin.

“Are you afraid? Afraid of what?” Eöl teased, as he turned the blade so the sharp edge was against Maeglin’s throat, “that I will hurt you?”

“Yes” he whispered barely audible

“It’s just a safety, little one, so I know you will do as your told” Eöl said as he removed the knife. “Now look at me.”

Maeglin looked up at his father.

“Open your mouth.” he ordered, lessening the pressure of the knife somewhat. The younger elf opened his mouth, and Eöl pushed his engorged member inside the welcoming warmth. “If I feel teeth, or something that displeases me, you will taste metal, understood?”

Maeglin tried to reply, but he couldn’t answer, neither nod nor speak. His mouth was filled with his father, so he just blinked, hoping his father would take that as a sign of agreement.

“You better please me boy, for I will warn you only once.” Eöl said with a wicked smile as he began to thrust slowly, clearly amused by Maeglin’s effort to try not to gag. Water rising in Maeglin’s eyes, but he was not able to wipe it away. He ignored that, just concentrating on not making a single move that could in any way displease his father. “Look at me,” Eöl whispered, and Maeglin’s gaze travelled to his father’s hovering above him. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered. Unable to answer, Maeglin could just try his hardest not to get unfocused on his task. “Oh yes, you do.” Eöl gasped, thrusting harder into his son’s mouth.

Maeglin wished nothing more than to close his eyes, and for some strange reason he wished he could wipe away the drool that ran down his chin.

“Answer me boy!” Eöl suddenly boomed, and Maeglin blinked once more, letting his father read what he wanted from that gesture.

“Oh I know you do, because I know what you are;” he whispered, with a dangerous edge, “you are just like me.” He paused and lost himself ome ome irregular thrusts. “You and I are the same, son. Look over your shoulder and I will be there.”
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Maeglin woke himself screaming and kicking in his bed, tangling himself in his sheets. NO, NO! He was not like that! That thought echoed in his mind over and over again. /I am not my father!/ He sat up in the bed, ignoring the pain in his limbs. He raised his hand to wipe away the drool, but found none. “An evil dream…” he whispered, “Thank the Valar, ‘tis was but an evil dream.” He used the corner of his bedcover to wipe off the sweat from his face. Maeglin waited until his heart found a steady rhythm once more, and his breathing had returned to almost normal. Then he slowly moved out of the bed to stir up the remains of the fire and get some light. Perhaps this had all been a dream, but the pain on his back and from his private parts was very real. The young elf sighed. He had wanted to return his mother’s gesture, and try and find a time where they would be able to escape from this place. But he could take no more of this, he was tired of being afraid all the time, tired of looking over his shoulder. Nay, this had to end here!

He slowly bent down to put on his brown leggings. Eöl had always said that they did not need to act like haughty elflords, but Maeglin shared his mothers taking to jewellery and pretty colors, not brown clothing made of flax.

Sticking his feet in his boots, he came to a decision. He would ride out and have someone come rescue his mother. Yes, that is what he would do. But where to go? He didn’t know where the hidden city lay. And just who would aid him? He shook his head as he absentmindedly braided his hair in a plait. First of all he had to get out of here, without Eöl noticing.

He snuck out in the corridor and down to the main room. As if the dogs knew he would be in terrible trouble should their master wake, they just wagged their tails, but stayed silent. Maeglin smiled thankfully at the dogs, and took two beautifully crafted daggers and a long slender sword from the wall. These would do just perfect. Eöl might be a tyrant, but he did know how to make a good sword.

For a second Maeglin doubted his plan, what if Eöl found him? He was sure that he was in for a disciplining like he had never had, but no. He had to try, so he tiptoed out into the stables. Relived for getting this far, he grabbed his horse, notherihering with giving it a rein. He swung himself on its back, and groaned as his abused behind came into contact with the horse. “Please help me.” he whispered to the horse, “you have just as good of an idea of where to go as me, so just take me away from here.” The horse nodded with its head, moving impatiently around, and for a second he thought the other horses would begin to make noise, but luckily they didn’t. He spurred the huge black stallion, riding out and away from his childhood home as fast as he could.


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