Cuil Eden

Title: Cuil Eden
Part: 6/?
Series: Sequel to Anestel and Ethuil'waew
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
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.
Summary: Legolas learns that despite the events told in "Anestel", life continues

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When Glorfindel arrived at the training grounds the lesson seemed to be over already. A group of youths was gathering swords and armor from the ground and bringing them to the small building which held the training gear. He could see Legolas in that group as well, carrying a wooden sword and yet keeping away from the others youths.

Well, it was to be expected, Glorfindel told himself, of course it would not be easy for Legolas to be accepted here. Still, he hoped for their sake that they had not tried to bodily harm his little prince – while he knew that Legolas would be faced with a lot of aggression, that was one thing he would not allow.

“Glorfindel,” he heard a familiar voice greet him and found that Thalaron had left the youths to their work so he could talk with him. “Are you here to see what progress your little rabbit has made?”

Glorfindel shook his head, laughing. “Ah, what progress could he have made after a single day? No, I was more curious about the reaction of the other youths, and about how Legolas chose to behave. It is difficult, to be all alone amidst a group of enemies...”

“Yes, indeed,” Thalaron sighed. “And at that age they have too much energy but no real experience... they will not make it easy for him.”

“Glorfindel!” another, younger voice called out, and one moment later Legolas had joined their group, smiling at Glorfindel with obvious relief. “What are you doing h Are Are you already finished with the patrols?”

Glorfindel stared at Legolas, pure hunger in his eyes. He could see Legolas’ body outlined by the wet, clinging garment, could see the soft swelling of his chest, his dark nipples hard and visible through the shirt. Wet hair clung to his face, his eyes were alight with excitement... it had been some time since he had last seen Legolas look so alive.

“Perhaps you have some time later to continue our conversation?” Thalaron asked tactfully.

Glorfindel nodded quickly. “Yes... you can join us for tea this afternoon, if you have the time... ?”

When the captain nodded, Glorfindel sighed in relief, then smiled at Legolas who had blushed with embarassment. Glorfindel’s eyes had reminded him once more of the state he was in... tomorrow he would have to remember to bring a towel, or be quick enough to escape those Noldor.

“You look like you are in desperate need of a bath,” Glorfindel said, not even trying to hide the arousal he felt. “And I think I need one, too – come, at this time of the day we can enjoy the heat of the public baths for as long as we want.” Then he took Legolas’ hand and pulled him away, followed by Thalaron’s amused gaze.

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Legolas kept silent as he followed Glorfindel into the public baths. They seemed to be alone; the baths were usually frequented in the mornings and evenings, and now that it was noontime the great underground hall with its steaming pools was deserted. Nevertheless Glorfindel chose one of the smaller pools situated at the back of the hall. They were designed for privacy, walls at both sides kept it seperate from other small pools similar to it and a curtain could be used to cover the entrance.

Usually Glorfindel never bothered with those small pools, he was not ashamed of his body and saw no need to hide behind a curtain, instead opting to use the main pool where other warriors were a source of conversation and rumors. Legolas on the other hand would surely not appreciate having his nude body displayed should some other elf decide to have a bath at this time.

And after all it was not only the desire to clean his body which brought Glorfindel here. No, he wanted more than that -- he wanted his little prince. Had wanted him since he'd seen him in those simple training clothes, the wet leggings displaying the slender body so temptingly. He was flushed from the exertion, his hair wild, the scent of sweat and grass clinging to his skin. Glorfindel had to have him, as soon as possible. He had been half hard since he'd met him on the training field, and he surely would not wait until they had returned to their quarters. No, he had to have him now!

"Come, roch-neth, undress me!" he ordered. He was not able to hide the hunger in his voice and knew that Legolas had realized what he wanted of him. A light blush coloured Legolas' face and he took care to close the white curtain behind them before he stepped closer to Glorfindel. By now it was a familiar experience for Glorfindel to have himself slowly divested of his clothes by those careful, slender fingers. Nevertheless, it still aroused him to see Legolas blush, see him shyly avert his gaze. Sometimes Glorfindel wondered that the youth could still be so innocent after all he had done to him -- but perhaps it was this what had made him keep his interest. Legolas' innocence was not something which could be stripped away like his clothes, it could not be destroyed by taking possession of his body night after night.

No, Legolas still exuded youthful innocence, and Glorfindel felt himself drawn towards it. He hungered... yes, he hungered for the taste of his skin, and now he would take what was his.

Legolas had by now reached the lacings of his leggings and dropped graccefully to his knees so he could pull the garment down. It was a sight Glorfindel thought he would never stop to relish: the golden hair smooth like silk against his thighs, the fingers trembling ever so slightly as they helped him to step out of the leggings, and the soft mouth so temptingly close to his hardness...

Glorfindel knew that it would take only one small word by him to have that mouth enclose him in wet heat. But no... this was not what he wanted. No, he needed more...

He turned away from the tempting vision the kneeling prince presented. "Undress yourself, then join me," he said huskily and stepped into the hot water. At the other side of the small pool the rock was cut so that one could sit there comfortably, still partly immersed in the water. Glorfidel sat down there, sighing in pleasure as he watched Legolas quickly undress and then follow him into the water.

"Closer, pen-neth..." Glorfindel purred when Legolas stopped in front of him. He took hold of his hand and pulled him so that the Sinda found himself seated on his lap. "So, since this was your first day of real training, I think you have earned yourself a little reward... let me wash your hair, and afterwards, perhaps I'll rub some oil into your skin to soothe your sore muscles."

"Thank you, my lord," Legolas whispered. His body was already reacting to being so close to Glorfindel... he did not know how to fight this. And fighting would not help him anyway, not when he could feel that Glorfindel was already hot and hard, each small movement rubbing the swollen length along the crease between his cheeks.

But apparently Glorfindel really desired to wait for he stayed true to his promise and carefully cleaned Legolas' hair with a fragrant soap. It drove Legolas' crazy... all the small movements, the intimate touches had quickly made him grow as hard as Glorfindel, and by now he no longer even thought of fighting against this desire. He wanted the Noldo, needed him, and apparently Glorfindel finally realized that as well.

"Tell me, cunneth, what do you want?" he asked playfully, his hands running down Legolas' sides to his thighs, spreading them wider.

"I want you, please!" Legolas moaned. "Please, I want to feel you inside me!"

"Yes..." Glorfindel purred and dipped his fingers into one of the bowls which stood at the side to the pool. "Yes, I want that, too..." Quickly he coated his hard length with the oil. "Come, sweet prince, if you want me, then take all of me inside you, impale yourself on me!"

Legolas was almost trembling with lust when he watched Glorfindel stroke himself. Then the Noldo leaned back, his arms along the side of the pool, and simply grinned. His erection rested against his belly, glistening with oil, growing impossibly bigger when Legolas wrapped his fingers around it.

Glorfindel groaned softly but did not move. He remained motionless, simply watching as Legolas used one hand to spread his cheeks while the other steadied Glorfindel's hard length. Then he sat down, gasping as he forced himself to open for his lord. It hurt, oh, it still hurt, but he needed, needed even more... with a soft cry he pushed down again, impaling himself completely. "Ah... so good!" he gasped, his fingers clenching around Glorfindel's arms to steady himself.

"Yes," the Noldo agreed breathless, his eyes closed as he fought against the desire to move, to simply slam up into the youth's body. But no... not this time. "If you want more, roch-neth, you'll have to work for it!"

Legolas whimpered in answer, his eyes fluttering shut. Slowly he raised himself a little, then sat dow again, moaning when he felt the head of Glorfindel's member brush against the gland deep inside him. "Oh..." he breathed and repeated the movement, forcing a groan from Glorfindel.

"Come on, move, little prince!" the Noldo gasped, barely able to restrain himself, and all of a sudden Legolas realized what he could do. Without doubt Glorfindel had chosen that position to subdue him even more, to have Legolas take an active, voluntary part in his own submission, but... there was also another side to this game Glorfindel was playing. For the first time Legolas realized that he also held power over Glorfindel.

Heat filled him at this thought, aroused him even more. He rested his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder, purring into his ear. “But I do not wish to move, my lord...” he whispered seductively. “I want to feel you like this, filling me so completely, so deeply... ah, you are so thick, my lord, so hard! You are burning me!” His words were accompanied by the slightest of movements and he could feel that it drove Glorfindel crazy. Oh, could it be... that he even had the power to make Glorfindel beg now?

“I wish I could stay like this for all eternity...” he breathed, flicking his tongue against the tip of Glorfindel’s ear. Then he began to move again, slowly writhing on Glorfindel’s lap while he kept his mouth close to the Noldo’s ear, moaning and gasping without restraint.

Glorfindel stayed motionless, his arms still resting on the edge of the pool, but finally he could no longer resist the vision of the shameless, wanton creature before him, he just had to touch him... slowly he ran his hands over Legolas’ shoulders, his sides, feeling him tremble with every small movement. Then he brought his hands around to stroke the soft, milk-filled chest, tease the swollen nipples until Legolas gasped and shuddered. Glorfindel smiled slowly. Oh, he knew whame Lme Legolas was playing... but he would not stop him, not yet. There would be time later... and there were also other ways to make the youth stop his teasing!

He lowered his head to gently start caressing one nipple with his tongue. It made Legolas whimper and clench around him which in turn aroused Glorfindel even more. He bit the hard nub non too gently, forcing an indignant squeak from the Sinda. Glorfindel only grinned at him and pushed his hips a little upwards to show what he wanted, then again returned his attentions to the overly sensitive bud, soothing it with his tongue only to finally take it between his lips and suck harshly. Legolas cried out, arching up as all his muscles spasmed and he achieved a sudden climax so intense that afterwards he hang limp and trembling in Glorfindel’s arms.

The golden-haired Noldo was groaning as he swallowed a mouthful of Legolas’ sweet milk. His swollen shaft was squeezed by Legolas’ contracting muscles and as much as Glorfindel would have liked to prolong this even further, he could no longer fight against what his body ached for. Once, twice he bucked up hard, pushing forcefully into Legolas until he finally stiffened and released his seed deep inside the Sinda.

For long moments only their loud breathing could be heard, then Legolas finally slid down from Glorfindel’s lap, leaning against him with a tired sigh. Glorfindel raised one hand to tenderly stroke his cheek, smiling as Legolas turned his head to meet his eyes.

“Do not think that I don’t know what you tried to do, roch-neth,” he smirked. “It’s nice to have you be more active, but I think you have forgotten a few things... I’ll remind you of them tonight. Now up with you, I want to finish a report before Thalaron comes.”

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roch-neth = cocunncunneth = princeling
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