The Jewel of Mirkwood

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Chapter 63

Glorfindel moaned inaudibly into his pillow as he again pictured Legolas’ form sliding rhythmically against his own. The seneschal could imagine everything from the way Legolas would feel wrapped tightly around his cock, to the smell of the younger elf’s arousal as he came and cried out Glorfindel’s name for the first time. Of late his dreams had begun to get more vivid and even now Glorfindel swore he could feel Legolas’ silky blonde hair draped across his chest and the prince’s even, warm breathing against his cheek. As usual Glorfindel’s orgasm was fast approaching in both his dream and more physically in reality. Yet this time when it came to the crucial moment, where in Glorfindel’s dreams Legolas threw his head back in wild abandonment and verbalized his pleasure, a loud unexpected sound interrupted Glorfindel’s dreams with stark reality.

“GLORFINDEL! My Lord Glorfindel you must awaken!” Unexpectedly it had not been Legolas’ voice that had called Glorfindel’s name, neither too had the tone of voice been one of passbut but rather desperate pleading. It took a moment for Glorfindel to realise his dream had been interrupted by reality and a further few minutes to realise that someone was indeed outside calling for him to awaken in desperation. Still groggy from his disturbed sleep Glorfindel brought his gaze to awareness and went to sit up in bed only to find himself pinned by a warm soft body above him. ‘Legolas’. Glorfindel silently cursed himself for having forgotten that his young lover had been in bed with him the entire night and mosobabobably could feel Glorfindel’s painful erection pressed against his stomach beneath the covers. Again the person outside the room called for Glorfindel to wake up and in his irritation Glorfindel snapped hastily back. “Alright! I am coming!” Legolas groaned and muttered his disapproval at being disturbed as Glorfindel gently rolled the small-framed elf from him onto the bed next to him. Legolas instantly curled up as his body hit the cooler section of bed and hugged Glorfindel’s pillow hastily to his chest. It was obvious that Legolas was a heavy sleeper and knowing that the prince had had little rest of late Glorfindel chose to leave the prince asleep as he answered the door. Wary of his still aroused state Glorfindel rose from the bed and skipped quickly across the cold floor to where his bed robe was warming by the fire. Again the person outside called Glorfindel’s name and the seneschal growled menacingly at the unidentified voice silencing them as he pulled on his robe and swiftly strode over to the heavy tapestry covering the entrance to his chambers. “WHAT!” Glorfindel threw back the tapestry will a little too much force startling the solider that stood pale faced and scared in the dimly lit hallway outside. Glorfindel’s anger however dissipated quickly as he saw a familiar red glistening splattered on the soldier’s tunic, and the way the young elf struggled to stand up right his soiled sword hanging limply in his right hand.

“My Lord I am sorry for disturbing you so late.” Glorfindel quickly reached out his arms as the solider went to bow respectfully but was too weak and nearly fell over with the effort.

“Sit down, you are injured, I will call the healers!” Glorfindel led the injured solider into his room and gently eased the young elf into the rocking chair by fir fire. With practiced ease Glorfindel detached the quiver and sword from the young elf’s person so that the elf could fully relax in the warmth of the fire. Glorfindel estimated the young warriors age was not more than Legolas’ and it was a terrible thought that a mother or father would be patiently waiting for the safe return of their son.

“Thank-you my Lord, but the healers are already struggling to heal the many injured. I am among only a few still capable of walking and so was sent to fetch you.” Glorfindel quickly filled one of the glasses on his desk with some of the fresh spring water from the decanter before passing it to the grateful young solider who looked awfully tired all of a sudden.

“Tell me what has happened?” With a calm voice Glorfindel stood before the solider watching patiently as the solider sipped from the water before taking a deep painful breath and replying.

“We came under a sudden attack on the western boarder. We were unprepared for the ferocity at which they fought, they matched us strength for strength. We have lost at least three elves and so many of us are injured.” The solider was obviously struggling to breath properly and Glorfindel kneeled quickly to unlace the younger elf’s tunic and inspect the wound that was causing so much grief.

“Who where they? Could you identify them?” The solider hissed in pain as Glorfindel tore the sleave from the soldiers under shirt and the used it to pack the chest wound in order slow the bleeding. After a moment of recovery from the pressure of Glorfindel’s hand firmly on his chest the young elf nodded slowly.

“Aye they were men from the coast but there was at least three elves disguised among them we are sure. Their attack was nothing like we have seen before, their skills in battle have increased dramatically to the point at which they fight like we do.” The solider took a deep shuddering breath in his eyes erratically flittering in and out of consciousness. Glorfindel cursed silently in Sindarian and stood quickly from the floor before turning to head from the room in search of a spare healer for the solider. A figure appeared in the doorway however before Glorfindel could move.

It was Elrohir and from his appearance it looked like he too had been raised straight from bed. While he was still dressed in his night robe his haand and front were covered in blood and his hair was crudely tied back in a mess.

“We need father’s skills as a healer but he is not in his room.” Glorfindel nodded understandingly as Elrohir looked sadly at the solider who now sat slumped in the chair by the fire. He was still alive but still badly bleeding. “I guess you have been told then? Just as quickly as they attacked they have left leaving the injured in their wake, why would they do such a thing?” Elrohir looked positively helpless and Glorfindel instinctively opened his arms for the young elf to run into them and begin to sob openly. Not caring for his bloodied hands Glorfindel gently soothed his fingers through Elrohir’s dark mane as the younger elf sniffled into the folds of his robe. Elrohir and Elladan had long been members of the board patrols and Glorfindel had a feeling both elves probably knew the elves that had lost their lives in the attack and had been injured and it was only natural for Elrohir to grieve for his friends.

“I do not know little one, but we will get to the bottom of it. Now where is your brother?” Glorfindel allowed Elrohir to step back from him before wiping the stray tears from the youngster’s cheek with a corner of his robe.

“He is preparing to leave with those still able to fight. They fear the men will come back now they have weakened the patrol but we must find father for his guidance first.” Glorfindel nodded thoughtfully for a moment before gesturing to the solider behind him in the chair.

”Take him down to the healers and help where you can. Your father is in Erestor’s chambers and I will go and inform him of the situation at once.” Elrohir paused half way across the room to the solider and looked back at the blonde seneschal in confusion. Glorfindel ignored the look from his old student however and quickly took a tunic and a pair of leggings from his cupboard.

“What is father doing in Lord Erestor’s chambers?” Glorfindel was already pulling on his leggings when Elrohir questioned him, still intent on knowing the answer to his confusion. Glorfindel’s erection had died a while ago with the appearance of the solider at his door and so paid little heed to Elrohir seeing a little of his flesh as he dressed himself in front of the younger elf. With quick ease Glorfindel pulled on his boots and hastily tied up the laces of his tunic before turning to glare sternly at Elrohir.

“That is none of your business Elrohir and now is not the time for discussion of it. Now take him down to the healers as I asked you to!” Glorfindel grabbed his sword and quiver from their hooks above the mantel and attached both of them to his person before slinging his bow across his shoulder. Glorfindel went to head for the door but stopped as a timid, sleepy voice called his name.

“Glorfindel? What is happening, where are you going…” Legolas voice was barely above a whisper but Glorfindel heard it all the same as did Elrohir who gasped audibly in shock at seeing the prince of Mirkwood sit up in Glorfindel’s bed. Glorfindel rolled his eyes at Legolas’ shocking timing and turned pointedly to address Elrohir who was still gawking at Legolas like a stunned fish.

“This is also, none of your business Elrohir and it would be in your best interests not to mention it to anyone, including your brother.” Elrohir’s shocked gape turned into a wickedly cheeky smirk as the younger elf turned to face the seneschal and raised a smooth knowing eyebrow in his direction. Glorfindel knew in his heart that Elrohir would use this information to tease, taunt and bribe him later but now was not the time to chastise the young elf a second time. “Legolas go back to your own rooms and stay there with Filgree. I am going to see Elrond and then to the boarders to assess our enemy.” Legolas looked utterly confused and lost and Glorfindel sighed heavily. Not caring of the audience he had Glorfindel dashed quickly over to the bed and leaned down to place a soft chaste kiss upon Legolas lips. “Stay safe my love, I will return soon and come and see you but you must go to your own rooms now and insure that Filgree protects you.” Legolas nodded and stole a more passionate kiss from his lover quite taking Glorfindel by surprise. They parted quickly and Glorfindel moved away from the bed having caught Elrohir smiling at them and knowing not to give the wicked twin anything more to irritate him with later. “Elrohir make sure he gets to his rooms and that Filgree is there with him.” Elrohir nodded understandingly at Glorfindel’s curt request and the seneschal smiled one last time at his beloved before turning and disappearing from the room. Although it wasn’t said Glorfindel knew that the attack that had just happened was linked to the one that occurred upon their return trip to Imladris and it was disturbing still to wonder that Legolas was somehow involved.

Glorfindel pushed his fearful thoughts for Legolas safety aside as he ran down the hallway to Erestor’s chambers. Downstairs Glorfindel could hear the commotion of the wounded being tended to but judging from the silence coming from Erestor’s chambers the pair inside had not been awoken by the noise. Glorfindel stopped outside Erestor’s doorway and fell silent focusing his hearing to see if indeed the occupants were asleep inside the room. However Glorfindel silently cursed as he heard the deep heavy breathing of two elves inside and the unmistakable sound of the bed shifting. Just to see if his hearing was proved wrong Glorfindel gently and silently pulled back the tapestry of the entrance just a little so the seneschal could peek inside. It was dark in the room, only the firelight creating dancing shadows on the walls. Glorfindel leaned forward a little further and readjusted his sight to the bed in the centre of the room.

Despite the sheer curtain pulled closed around the bed Glorfindel could clearly make out the two unmistakable figures on the bed moving rhythmically together. Glorfindel could not quite make out who was who in the coupling but it was clear that one of them sat astride the others lap and were riding each other in a slow languid pace. Judging from the slow unhurried love making it was clear to Glorfindel it was not the first time that night the couple inside had made love and although the situation was urgent downstairs Glorfindel did not have the heart to interrupt them until they both had reached completion. Suddenly feeling the unwelcome voyeur in the situation Glorfindel pulled the tapestry closed again and leant against the doorframe to wait. A few servants passed him by and although they gave him curious stares none questioned him. Glorfindel sighed quietly and tilted his head up to stare at the ornately decorated ceiling of the hallway above him. While the seneschal still listened to the soft sounds of the couple making love in the next room, Glorfindel turned his thoughts back to Legolas. Despite everything he knew and the consequences of any such actions, Glorfindel longed to take Legolas to his bed as a lover in every sense of the word. Although he knew that Elrond and Erestor were not in the same situation as he and Legolas, Glorfindel was still slightly envious that both his longest known friends had found love and satisfaction in each other’s arms while he was still pleasuring himself over unfulfilled fantasies.

A long drawn out groan from inside the room drew Glorfindel’s attention back to the situation at present. It had been the first verbal noise of pleasure from the participants inside that Glorfindel had heard while he’d been standing there. Although it was a terrible thought Glorfindel could not help but be surprised at finding both his friends as silent lovers. Glorfindel had always just assumed Erestor would be a screamer and as for Elrond, Glorfindel had just never bothered to think about his Lord in that way. The groan feathered out into a heavy silence and Glorfindel cautiously tipped the tapestry back again to peek inside the darkened room. This time the picture was much more promising. Glorfindel watched as the elf sitting astride his partner leant down and kissed his lover passionately before sliding from his lovers lap to lie on the bed beside him. Pausing in his interruption Glorfindel allowed the couple inside to exchange a few kisses and some words of ermenrment as they drew the covers up over one another. Once Glorfindel had seen the covers come up and them lean into one another as if to fall asleep Glorfindel took the opportunity to make his presence known.

Straightening himself Glorfindel boldly pushed aside the tapestry and stepped into the room. It would have been polite to have introduced himself first and asked permission to enter the room but Glorfindel didn’t want to risk any others passing by hearing that Elrond was in Erestor’s rooms.

“My Lord Elrond, Erestor, I must apologise for my interruption but there is a matter of urgent business that needs your attention. Please forgive Legolas for informing me of your whereabouts.” Glorfindel paused a few steps in from the doorway and watched as both elves sat up sharply from bed as Glorfindel spoke calmly and softly to them announcing his arrival.

“Glorfindel!” Erestor was clearly shocked at having seen his friend first and Glorfindel smiled secretively as he watched his dark haired friend pull the blankets up around him tighter and look over to Elrond in utter shock. Glorfindel was relieved to see that Elrond was not as embarrassed as his lover seemed to be and respectfully turned his back on the couple in the bed as Lord Elrond went to rise from the covers.

“Your apology is not needed Glorfindel I should have informed you where I would be this evening. Now please tell me what has happened?” Glorfindel continued to stare respectfully at the fireplace his back to his friends as he listened to them begin dressing themselves quickly behind him.

“We have come under attack my Lord.” Glorfindel lit a few candles on the mantle piece providing a little more light in the room but still preserving his friends privacy by averting his gaze. Elrond was at his side quickly however expertly braiding his own hair as he looked to Glorfindel to continue with his information. “From what I have been told it is the same party that attacked us on our journey back to Imladris but there is now some unidentified elves among them, disguised as men.” Glorfindel turned fully back around to face his friends having given them both ample time to dress themselves respectfully.

“Are there many injured?” Erestor had composed himself of his original embarrassment at being discovered in bed with Elrond and was now sitting on the end of the rumpled bed lacing his leather boots.

“Aye many have wounds that will need stitching I believe and we have lost three in the battle as well.” Glorfindel watched as both Erestor and Elrond bowed their heads in silent sorrow for the ones that did not make it through. “As of yet I have not been down stairs myself but Elrohir tells me that he is doing his best to organise and help the healers while his brother is preparing with those from the off duty patrols to ride to the boarders as soon as possible for fear of another attack.” Elrond nodded silently at Glorfindel’s information having finally secured the last of his braids and fastened the front of his robe. “I understand they have been trying to find you for sometime Elrond and greatly need your skills in the treatment of the wounded. I am going to ride out with Eladdan’s and the patrol but I thought I better inform you first seeing as though I was among the few who knew where you were.” Glorfindel was caus ins in his phrase not wanting to upset his friends and make them feel bad or guilty for spending their precious time together that evening. Erestor sighed audibly at Glorfindel’s comment and looked guiltily at Elrond who merely closed his eyes and nodded understandingly in silence.

“Thank-you Glorfindel for finding me, we will go downstairs immediately.” Elrond moved from the room leaving Glorfindel and Erestor to hurriedly follow. Glorfindel smiled warmly at his friend when they got out into the corridor. Despite his slight jealousy Glorfindel was happy for both of them and could not have wished for something more delightful. Erestor blushed and smiled back at his friend knowingly as they all ran down the steps and into the main hall and the carnage and chaos that was happening around them. It would be a long night but Glorfindel rejoiced in his decision to allow Erestor and Elrond those last few moments together and hoped that when things had calmed down the pair could reunite in private again.

After a quick briefing Glorfindel left the main hall and headed to the stables where Elladan was waiting with the patrol. Elrond and Erestor were already caught up tending to the wounded and Glorfindel knew that the patrol had to leave now if they were to reach the boarders before sunrise. Elladan had Glorfindel’s horse waiting for him via Elrohir’s previous instructions and Glorfindel easily mounted his steed in the courtyard. Elladan welcomed Glorfindel’s assistance and called the patrol to move ahead. Glorfindel had not even moved to the gate of the courtyard before he heard someone calling his name. Pausing at the end of the group Glorfindel watched as Filgree ran to him from the steps of the house, still dressed in his night robe with his hair hanging in a mess around his shoulders. It was sight Glorfindel would have found comical had the tutor not been so deadly serious in his expression.

“I am so I glad I caught you…” Filgree leaned slightly against Glorfindel’s horse a little out of breath after his barefooted dash across the courtyard. “Legolas bids me to give you this.” Glorfindel frowned as Filgree reached up and handed him a thin gold chain with a round blue stone in the pendant hanging from it. “It was his mothers and Thranduil gave it to him upon his 50th birthing day, one of the rare gifts from his father who has given very little to him over the years.” Glorfindel nodded silently as he stared at the sapphire stone in the pendant almost entranced by the way the beautiful blue caught the moonlight and reflected a waterfall of colour on his hand. “He says it has brought him all his luck in his life and gives it to you in the hope it will keep you safe and bring you home to him.” Glorfindel tore his gaze away from the pendant and looked surprised down at Filgree who was smiling at him fondly. “As for me I am just lending you these and will expect them back when you return.” Glorfindel quickly fastened the chain around his neck and tucked the precious gift into his tunic for safe keeping before reaching down and accepting the twin short blades Filgree handed to him. “Thranduil gave them to me the night after Legolas was born to protect his son if I should need them. Keep them hidden from the enemy, for they will become your last line of defence if captured.” Glorfindel nodded and after admiring the bone-handled knives quickly tucked them into the belt of his tunic insuring their secrecy.

“Thank-you Filgree.” Glorfindel smiled warmly down at the tutor who sighed heavily and glanced back over his shoulder to where the screams of the injured were echoing out from within the great hall.

“Be safe Glorfindel and do not be afraid to run if you must. I know what you have not told Elrond for I know it too. It is Legolas they are seeking and will stop at nothing to get him. I knew as soon as rumour spread that he existed that those who sought power would try and find him, it is a fear I have lived with all my life.” Glorfindel swallowed hard as he stared into the tutor’s worried gaze. Filgree was not a fool and having spent most of his life dedicated to protecting Legolas the tutor knew when things were turning bad and what had to be done. Glorfindel also knew that what Filgree had said was right even though he hoped that his fears were not true. Still there was little he could do but fight for his love and try and keep Legolas safe. Leaning down from his horse Glorfindel lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“There is a hidden door in Elrond’s private library that leads to some underground caverns. They are stocked with food and supplies and there is a fresh spring that runs through them providing water. No one knows about it save for Elrond, myself and Erestor. I plan to be away until tomorrow evening and with luck return to you the morning after.” Filgree listened intently as Glorfindel whispered softly into his ear. Despite all his fears loosing Legolas was among his worst and Glorfindel was not willing to take the risk. “You must promise me now that if I do not return by that evening that you take Legolas and go to the caves without telling anyone where you are going and without being seen.” Glorfindel paused and watched as the tutor let the information sink in. “Filgree, you MUST promise me this. I MUST know that Legolas will be safe with you or I will not leave and instead stay behind to protect him myself.” Glorfindel again waited until finally Filgree nodded his head in agreement.

”I promise you Glorfindel of Gondolin I will take Legolas to the caverns and will stay there until you return for us.” Filgree’s solemnly sworn promise was a relief for Glorfindel to hear and the blond seneschal breathed out heavily his heart feeling a little better in light of his departure.

“Thank-you Filgree. Now the door is along the top row of books behind Elrond’s desk and you must use the ladder to climb the stack and then crawl into the entrance hidden behind the songbooks you will find there. Make sure you push the ladder back along the stack when you are up there so that no one will suspect and then insure the entrance is well hidden again with the books before you descend into the caverns.” Filgree nodded through the entire set of instructions committing them to memory like words from an Istari. Glorfindel repeated them again quickly for his own peace of mind before sitting back up straight in his horse, now realizing that he had fallen a considerable way behind his party. Filgree stepped back from the horse as Glorfindel settled himself back in the saddle and tightened his hold on the reigns.

”Return to us safe Glorfindel, I do not dare think of the consequences and what will happen if you do not return. Legolas and I will pray to the valar for you every night you are away from us.” Glorfindel nodded understandingly and smiled briefly at Filgree before turning his determined expression towards the path ahead.

“Farewell Tutor Filgree, protect the one I love should I not come home.” Filgree nodded and bowed respectfully to the higher stationed elf before watching in sadness as Glorfindel rode quickly out of the courtyard and into the darkness after his party…

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(A/N) Well that was a hell of an update wasn't it. Hope you're still enjoying this and as I've pointed out before there is just one more unexpected twist to this story, then some smoochy lovin, some baby action and then finally "THE END". Soooooooooo all in all there's still at least another twenty chapters to go. Are you all still with me or have I lost a few of you along the way? I don't know the meaning of short story so when you commit to my novels you really are committed for life....*Chuckles* Litterally. Anyway I still love feedback and I hope it will be worth the time you spent reading it in the end.

Thanks to all those who have reieved up until now it's been a wonderful experience reading what you thought of it. Thanks and stay tuned for more of this epic fucking story that was never meant to go past it's fourth page.