The Dark Star of Gondolin
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Adult ++
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Title: Dark Star of Gondolin
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: Eventually Erestor/Glorfindel, this chapter Turgon/Durel
Rating: NC-17 (for adult themes)
Warnings: hermaphrodite, angst, references to a minor in a sexual situation (nothing explicit)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel comes to some realizations and paves Glorfindel’s way in the council.
A/N: In this chapter, Durel is approximately equal in age to a sixteen year old human. This story contains the idea of an ellian or hermaphrodite elf. This chapter is an excerpt from Durel’s journal. The courtesan in this world is roughly equal to the geisha of the real world (except add more sex).
It has been nearly a week since Turgon and I made our deal. He has not been back to take me from my lessons. He makes no acknowledgement of me at council sessions, yet he has kept his promise so far. Glorfindel’s proposal to build an orphanage in the Burrow has been passed. My Lord was ecstatic. I have never seen him so excited as when Turgon announced the allocation of funds and permitting to build the orphanage. Glorfindel is in charge of the project, and he has thrown himself into it completely. In less than a year, the first orphanage will be operating in Gondolin.
I have felt ill since the day Turgon took me. I know I’m not pregnant. I am familiar enough with that feeling to recognize it. I do not know what this new sickness is. I feel weak at odd times, and I have no stomach for anything except weak soups and tea. I hide my sickness from Glorfindel as I do not wish to hinder him while he plans for his orphanage. He is so happy. I hope I can keep him joyful forever. He glows so brightly, he smiles so sweetly, and he holds me so perfectly. I would be happy too if I did not have Turgon’s demand for payment hanging over my head.
There has been a side effect of laying with Turgon that has taken me by surprise. Maikasilmë has let her anger be known since the day after the incident. I had come for my lessons as usual, but Maika had been unusually cold since that day. I could do nothing right. She disciplined me for every small thing one could imagine. I had the switch taken to me so many times that my hands and my back were covered in bruises and small cuts.
It took me awhile to deduce why her anger was directed at me. I realized after much contemplation that Maika was jealous. She has been the object of Turgon’s attention for many years, and now she had a rival. The King’s other two Courtesans really were no competition for her. They were beautiful, smart, and graceful, but Maikasilmë was on an entirely different level than they. She had always been the most beautiful. The best. She was the Head Courtesan of Gondolin after all.
And then I came.
And now she is no longer the center of attention.
She punished me for perceived misdeeds. She punished me for being what I am. For things beyond my control. She punished me for being blackmailed into giving myself to another.
Little does she know that I refuse to be broken, and she has made herself an enemy.
***********((Next Entry))*************
Maika refused to teach me today. When I arrived for lessons, she dismissed me with a wave of her hand. I was angered, yet I showed no outward evidence of it. I left her rooms and made my way purposefully through the palace. My first stop was the public baths. There, I removed my layers of makeup and reapplied a very small amount of paint. I had practiced this particular style many times, knowing that it enhanced my face in a way that made even the most strong of will sigh in longing. It also had the advantage of not being easily smeared. Next, I let down my hair. The complicated arrangement came tumbling down my neck and back to hang near my buttocks. I washed the light layer of wax used to hold the style out of the locks, and, using provided brushes, I styled my hair in a very loose and flowing arrangement. When I was finished, I looked like some temptress out of a far-fetched tale. Perfect.
Done with that, I set off again across the buildings. I knew where the King’s offices resided, and it took little for me to finagle my way into his private study. The guards are lax and easily distracted by a pretty face and winking eye. It makes me wonder at the state of Gondolin’s army when the supposed “Best of the Best” soldiers chosen to guard the King were so easy to get passed.
Turgon was surprised to see me entering his chambers, but he showed no evidence of anger. He rose and guided me to sit on one of the long, comfortable couches that lined the large room. He kissed my neck and his hands roamed my body for a moment before I caught his attention.
“Maikasilmë has refused to teach me,” I stated calmly as the King had his fill of tasting my skin. “I know not how I should learn what I need to please you if she continues to withhold the knowledge of pleasure.”
Turgon pulled away to look at me with confusion. “She will not teach you?”
“Aye, my King.”
He frowned and ran his hands through my loose hair. “It seems I must have a conversation with my Head Courtesan. I wish you to be as skilled as she is…if not more so,” he smirked as he started disrobing me. “You are beautiful now,” he continued, “but I cannot imagine what delights you will be able to conjure with a few years of pleasure training at Maikasilmë’s hands.”
I ran my hands up his chest in a slow, sensual movement. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “I would show you pleasures to make you faint from their wont. All I ask is for my training to continue…and for my Lord Glorfindel to be kept happy.” He stopped pulling at my clothing when the top of my robes fell in a puddle about my hips, my chest exposed to his gaze. His face told me that he saw no point in keeping Glorfindel contented. “You will find that I am very…pliable when I know that my Lord is happy. I would be willing to do many things. Even those Maika is not.”
Turgon’s eyes darkened in need. Appearently, there was much that Maika was not willing to do for her King. Her loss, my bargaining chip.
“What do you want?” he asked gruffly as his hands skimmed my bared torso.
I smiled sweetly and sultrily. No, I would not be broken.
*****
Later, when I returned home, I fainted upon leaving the carriage. Glorfindel caught me as he was exiting right behind me. I was only out for a moment, but it was enough to scare Glorfindel badly. He helped me into the house and to our shared room. He left me as I bathed, which I was glad for. I did not want him to see the remains of Turgon’s passion on my body. I felt weak as I left the bath and opened the door to the bedroom. He immediately moved to my side and aided me to the bed. He plied me with a thick, fatty stew that nearly made me sick from the strong smell, but I tried to eat it anyway. After only a few bites my stomach rebelled from the too rich meal and I barely made it into the bathroom again before I was sick.
My illness seemed to be getting worse. Glorfindel called for Arene, but she could find nothing wrong with me upon examination. I tried to pass my sickness off as the stress of seeing Ecthelion again coinciding with a particularly difficult point in my lessons. Neither elf was pleased with the explanation, but even I did not know what was causing my illness.
I asked Glorfindel to bring me my journal, and he complied. He is too honest and trustworthy to every read what I write in these pages, even though I do not keep this book hidden or locked. I feel lucky that I have trust as blind as his.
I also feel terrible for betraying that trust.
I have betrayed my Lord.
There have never been any actual declarations of love besides Glorfindel’s oath to protect me, but I still feel as if there is an unspoken bond between us. A bond which I have broken by giving in to Turgon’s demands. I sit here now writing my transgressions on the pages of this journal as my Lord lies all unknowingly beside me reading a book of poems as he waits for me to be ready for reverie.
My stomach roils again as I think about how I have wronged my Glorfindel.
I think I know what ails me.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: Eventually Erestor/Glorfindel, this chapter Turgon/Durel
Rating: NC-17 (for adult themes)
Warnings: hermaphrodite, angst, references to a minor in a sexual situation (nothing explicit)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel comes to some realizations and paves Glorfindel’s way in the council.
A/N: In this chapter, Durel is approximately equal in age to a sixteen year old human. This story contains the idea of an ellian or hermaphrodite elf. This chapter is an excerpt from Durel’s journal. The courtesan in this world is roughly equal to the geisha of the real world (except add more sex).
It has been nearly a week since Turgon and I made our deal. He has not been back to take me from my lessons. He makes no acknowledgement of me at council sessions, yet he has kept his promise so far. Glorfindel’s proposal to build an orphanage in the Burrow has been passed. My Lord was ecstatic. I have never seen him so excited as when Turgon announced the allocation of funds and permitting to build the orphanage. Glorfindel is in charge of the project, and he has thrown himself into it completely. In less than a year, the first orphanage will be operating in Gondolin.
I have felt ill since the day Turgon took me. I know I’m not pregnant. I am familiar enough with that feeling to recognize it. I do not know what this new sickness is. I feel weak at odd times, and I have no stomach for anything except weak soups and tea. I hide my sickness from Glorfindel as I do not wish to hinder him while he plans for his orphanage. He is so happy. I hope I can keep him joyful forever. He glows so brightly, he smiles so sweetly, and he holds me so perfectly. I would be happy too if I did not have Turgon’s demand for payment hanging over my head.
There has been a side effect of laying with Turgon that has taken me by surprise. Maikasilmë has let her anger be known since the day after the incident. I had come for my lessons as usual, but Maika had been unusually cold since that day. I could do nothing right. She disciplined me for every small thing one could imagine. I had the switch taken to me so many times that my hands and my back were covered in bruises and small cuts.
It took me awhile to deduce why her anger was directed at me. I realized after much contemplation that Maika was jealous. She has been the object of Turgon’s attention for many years, and now she had a rival. The King’s other two Courtesans really were no competition for her. They were beautiful, smart, and graceful, but Maikasilmë was on an entirely different level than they. She had always been the most beautiful. The best. She was the Head Courtesan of Gondolin after all.
And then I came.
And now she is no longer the center of attention.
She punished me for perceived misdeeds. She punished me for being what I am. For things beyond my control. She punished me for being blackmailed into giving myself to another.
Little does she know that I refuse to be broken, and she has made herself an enemy.
***********((Next Entry))*************
Maika refused to teach me today. When I arrived for lessons, she dismissed me with a wave of her hand. I was angered, yet I showed no outward evidence of it. I left her rooms and made my way purposefully through the palace. My first stop was the public baths. There, I removed my layers of makeup and reapplied a very small amount of paint. I had practiced this particular style many times, knowing that it enhanced my face in a way that made even the most strong of will sigh in longing. It also had the advantage of not being easily smeared. Next, I let down my hair. The complicated arrangement came tumbling down my neck and back to hang near my buttocks. I washed the light layer of wax used to hold the style out of the locks, and, using provided brushes, I styled my hair in a very loose and flowing arrangement. When I was finished, I looked like some temptress out of a far-fetched tale. Perfect.
Done with that, I set off again across the buildings. I knew where the King’s offices resided, and it took little for me to finagle my way into his private study. The guards are lax and easily distracted by a pretty face and winking eye. It makes me wonder at the state of Gondolin’s army when the supposed “Best of the Best” soldiers chosen to guard the King were so easy to get passed.
Turgon was surprised to see me entering his chambers, but he showed no evidence of anger. He rose and guided me to sit on one of the long, comfortable couches that lined the large room. He kissed my neck and his hands roamed my body for a moment before I caught his attention.
“Maikasilmë has refused to teach me,” I stated calmly as the King had his fill of tasting my skin. “I know not how I should learn what I need to please you if she continues to withhold the knowledge of pleasure.”
Turgon pulled away to look at me with confusion. “She will not teach you?”
“Aye, my King.”
He frowned and ran his hands through my loose hair. “It seems I must have a conversation with my Head Courtesan. I wish you to be as skilled as she is…if not more so,” he smirked as he started disrobing me. “You are beautiful now,” he continued, “but I cannot imagine what delights you will be able to conjure with a few years of pleasure training at Maikasilmë’s hands.”
I ran my hands up his chest in a slow, sensual movement. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “I would show you pleasures to make you faint from their wont. All I ask is for my training to continue…and for my Lord Glorfindel to be kept happy.” He stopped pulling at my clothing when the top of my robes fell in a puddle about my hips, my chest exposed to his gaze. His face told me that he saw no point in keeping Glorfindel contented. “You will find that I am very…pliable when I know that my Lord is happy. I would be willing to do many things. Even those Maika is not.”
Turgon’s eyes darkened in need. Appearently, there was much that Maika was not willing to do for her King. Her loss, my bargaining chip.
“What do you want?” he asked gruffly as his hands skimmed my bared torso.
I smiled sweetly and sultrily. No, I would not be broken.
*****
Later, when I returned home, I fainted upon leaving the carriage. Glorfindel caught me as he was exiting right behind me. I was only out for a moment, but it was enough to scare Glorfindel badly. He helped me into the house and to our shared room. He left me as I bathed, which I was glad for. I did not want him to see the remains of Turgon’s passion on my body. I felt weak as I left the bath and opened the door to the bedroom. He immediately moved to my side and aided me to the bed. He plied me with a thick, fatty stew that nearly made me sick from the strong smell, but I tried to eat it anyway. After only a few bites my stomach rebelled from the too rich meal and I barely made it into the bathroom again before I was sick.
My illness seemed to be getting worse. Glorfindel called for Arene, but she could find nothing wrong with me upon examination. I tried to pass my sickness off as the stress of seeing Ecthelion again coinciding with a particularly difficult point in my lessons. Neither elf was pleased with the explanation, but even I did not know what was causing my illness.
I asked Glorfindel to bring me my journal, and he complied. He is too honest and trustworthy to every read what I write in these pages, even though I do not keep this book hidden or locked. I feel lucky that I have trust as blind as his.
I also feel terrible for betraying that trust.
I have betrayed my Lord.
There have never been any actual declarations of love besides Glorfindel’s oath to protect me, but I still feel as if there is an unspoken bond between us. A bond which I have broken by giving in to Turgon’s demands. I sit here now writing my transgressions on the pages of this journal as my Lord lies all unknowingly beside me reading a book of poems as he waits for me to be ready for reverie.
My stomach roils again as I think about how I have wronged my Glorfindel.
I think I know what ails me.