Rationalising MPreg

Title: Rationalising MPreg
Author: sylc
Summary: Lindir, a former thrall, is forced against his will to become a witness in Sauron's trial on Taniquetil in the Fourth Age.
Characters/Pairings: Glorfindel/Lindir, Sauron/Lindir, OMC/Lindir, OMC/Lindir, Ingwë, Eönwë, Silmo, Elrond, Ecthelion, OMCs, OFCs
Rating: NC-17 (for series)
Warnings: Slash, MPreg, Angst, Slavery, Noncon, Tentacles, Body manipulation, Mind control, Oral, Violence, Minor involved
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I make money from this.


It was by now late in the afternoon and Glorfindel had not found either Laiglas or even the faintest clue about the whereabouts of Lindir. Glingal had also disappeared. Tired and frustrated, and starting to feel the weight of Elrond's words that if the Valar wished to hide Lindir from him, they would succeed despite all of his efforts, he had turned to his last child within reach and that was Linden.

He had found her on the outskirts of the city, standing on the side of the main north-south mountain path. She had been talking with a group of merchants who appeared to be travelling further up the slope of Taniquetil. They left as Glorfindel approached, wishing her well and bowing politely.

"Have you had no luck too?" Glorfindel asked, reading her anxious expression. She nodded, lips pursed, hands clasped together behind her back, and Glorfindel sighed. "I, too, have had no luck, though I have learned that some witnesses are residing in secret houses further up on the mountain. It is a daunting prospect to try to search it without more clues, though." He looked up pointedly at the towering mountain -- tallest in Arda -- at the countless nooks and crevasses and the many thousands... perhaps tens of thousands of what were and what could be paths etched into the cliff faces. "I was wondering if we should wait a few days before starting to comb the labyrinths of this sacred place? For all we know, Lindir may be returned to us later today."

"I agree. And actually, I came up here not searching for Lindir, but Laiglas." She nodded up the path to where the merchants with whom she had been talking earlier were slowly disappearing, dust rising in their wake. "Those elves live in a village further up the slope. When they came down before dawn, they were stopped by an elf matching Laiglas' description travelling by foot in the opposite direction. It would seem that Laiglas went up there in the small hours of this morning, asking people if they had seen a certain carrier the previous night."

"Carrier?"

She nodded, smiling wanly. "I inquired about the carrier's description in the city. Apparently it was seen leaving Ingwë's halls late yesterday afternoon. So he is far ahead of us in the search and it seems that he wishes to do this alone. Ai, but it is insulting to the rest of us, but that is Laiglas."

Glorfindel sighed heavily and raked his hand through his hair, which felt as if it had fallen completely out of its ponytail. He despised Laiglas for the elf's lack of consideration... no, blatant disregard of the fact that the elf knew all too well that he was not the only one who cared about Lindir.

Linden stirred and spoke again. "I hope you will not hold this against me, Glorfindel, but I intend to return back to the halls to rest now. I am rather of the opinion that Lindir is not in any great danger. Barely one whole day has passed since he disappeared and although I agree that the circumstances surrounding his disappearance are unsettling and strange, I have faith in the intentions of the Valar and Maiar of Aman."

"I have that too, but after hearing Laiglas' account of how Eönwë and Irmo's people approached Lindir yesterday... and their manner of stealing him away from us without an explanation, my beliefs have been shaken," Glorfindel said. "But I respect your decision. I know that your faith in the good intentions of the Valar has not been lightly chosen and that you are far from a blind follower."

She turned and smiled up at him. "Thank you."

"Before you go," he said quickly, when he saw her bow and make to move towards the main street into the city. "Have you seen Glingal?"

She gave a little laugh. "Ah, yes. He was helping me until earlier this afternoon when we met with some of his... your younger female cousins and they invited him to afternoon tea. He was reluctant to leave the search, but after skipping yesterday night's supper, I felt it necessary to convince him to indulge in some social banter." She bowed again and turned once again to walk back to the city. Glorfindel turned back around to look up at the mountain and he sighed again.

~*~

The wind had stilled. And behind them, Lindir heard Silmo rise and he turned his head to watch the Maia approaching them, his face unsmiling. As he drew to Lindir's side, he said, softly, "So this is your decision, Lindir?"

"Aye."

Silmo looked at Sauron. "Then, as Lindir is now a witness against you, we shall have to take our leave soon. But before we do, I would have you examine his body to ensure that all is well with him." He looked at Lindir. "This is provided that it is well with you."

"Ah... yes," Lindir said, smiling hesitantly, rather taken by surprise at the suddenness of the proposal, but not against it. He trusted Sauron's skill in examining his own experiments. He looked back at Sauron's closed face. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about this creature inside of me. I noticed that it did not hurt as much as the earlier one."

Sauron did not so much as blink. "That is because it is a more virulent type."

"Uh?" Lindir smiled weakly, not liking the sound of the word, but not sure that he should be wary yet. "I do not understand."

"It works considerably faster." Sauron clarified, dead-pan.

"Oh."

Sauron gazed at him intently for a few moments longer and then stretched a pale hand towards the doors back to his rooms. "Let us go inside. You will be more comfortable on the bed."

Lindir inclined his head. "Aye. Thank you." He turned and walked back to the porch. As he entered the rooms, he started to undo the fastenings of his robe. A familiar sense of detachment washed over him and he supposed, as he walked through the rooms, that it was just like old times.

As he approached the bed in the first room, he stopped to slip the robe over his head. He cast it across the chair underneath the windows and near the bed's end. His loincloth soon followed. Then he turned and, not looking at either of the watching Maiar, crawled onto the rumpled white sheets of the bed and lay down on his back, a deep pillow beneath his head. The sun that streamed through the window bathed his naked body, warming his skin and casting it in a golden hue.

"Comfortable?" Sauron asked, sitting down beside him. Lindir nodded and as he saw Sauron stretched out his hands, he closed his eyes, hissing slightly when the Maia placed them on his abdomen and he felt the creature within him jolt sharply as it was rudely awoken from its dormancy by its master and its limbs, already fused and woven into the transformed flesh about them, forcibly shifted to prod and pull at the organs around them, at the various tubes. The sensation of being felt from within him... it was familiar strangeness.

He did not expect pain so when he suddenly felt something stretch violently beneath the Maia's urgings, the creature squirming slightly, he gasped, his eyes flying open, feeling himself break out into a cold sweat.

"Ai, ai! That hurts," he hissed. Almost instantly, the pain lessened and Sauron met his gaze.

"That is your birth chamber," he said. "Completely new, I see. The muscles will need a few more days. I did not realise that you had the first one completely taken out and was overly forceful."

"A-aye," Lindir breathed, nodding faintly, feeling slightly nauseous. Elrond had removed the organ along with the first creature when the half-elf had done his first operation on him.

"And here are your milk glands. Also new, I see." Lindir winced as the creature obliged Sauron's summons and he felt the glands massaged by the tentacles that had knitted themselves into the walls. They were just above his bladder. "They seem to be producing milk a little slowly, however, as they are barely half-full. I would have expected you to be ready for your first milking by now."

"Ah, Silmo has already done it," Lindir quickly said, looking over to said Maia, who was standing slightly behind Sauron and observing the examination intently. Silmo nodded silently. "At noon."

Sauron's brow creased. "And how ready were you, then?"

"About the same as I am now, perhaps a little heavier."

"Then that is normal," Sauron said calmly, and turned his attention to the flesh between Lindir's thighs, sliding a hand down there to briefly handle the elf's penis and then release it to gently cup the soft sacs nestled behind the organ. Lindir parted his legs slightly to help him, feeling heat infuse his cheeks at the intimate touch.

And then, no sooner had the Maia taken them in hand then he released them and Sauron removed his hands from him. "I notice that whoever operated on you did not change this part of you, merely cut the necessary tubes to your birthing chamber. It is still mature, this area, and seems to be manufacturing eggs well. Turn over and I will check that the system is sound as well as take a sample." He got up from the bed and Lindir, brow knitted as he recalled what this part of the examination involved, rolled over and put his arms around the pillow beneath his head. He turned his head to one side to watch Sauron walking over to the wall and pulling back one of the drapes that covered it to reveal a series of shelves behind it. There were a few jars there and as Lindir had suspected, more white creatures suspended there in the transparent liquid.

Silmo, however, did not seem to have suspected this twist. And as the servant of Irmo watched Sauron take down a jar of a particularly large creature, uncork it, and reach in to retrieve its squirming contents, he stepped forward. "What are you doing?"

"Attempting to mate them," Sauron replied, not bothering to look at the other Maia. "If the elf's transformation is complete, the parasite will have fused their reproductive organs and when it mates with this one, it will transfer the eggs that it shares with its host to its mate."

"Wait!" Silmo hissed, quickly reaching forward and taking Sauron's wrist, halting the other Maia's movements. He looked confused. "You mean to say that this will impregnate Lindir?"

"It will not harm the host or impregnate him. Lindir's body is now designed to continuously produce eggs so his supply is infinite and no parasite will attempt to invade an already occupied host. The only creature that will be impregnated is the one in my hand." Sauron looked back at Lindir. "Spread your legs."

As Lindir obeyed, he heard Silmo ask, anxiously, "Is this well with you, Lindir?"

"Yes." Lindir's voice shook in his ears and on seeing Silmo's doubtful look, he swallowed, balled up his confidence, and nodded firmly, his cheek rubbing the pillow. "I have done this before." But memories of the process still caused an uneasy tightening in his groin.

There was a pause and then Silmo released Sauron's arm. "As you wish," he said, standing back. "Be gentle with him, Sauron."

Sauron inclined his head and turned back to Lindir, who, on seeing him lean closer to his lower half, closed his eyes. When he felt the first damp tentacle touch the back of one of his thighs and then another, investigating his skin with its suckers, and the sensation of water sliding down between his legs to wet his engorging sex and drip down onto the sheets, he balled his hands into the pillow and buried his face in it.

Like with all the other creatures that he had ever seen or experience, this investigation did not last long before the ends of the tentacle found the entrance they sought and one forced its way past the resisting muscles to claim and fill him with its swollen, slimy mass. He gasped into the pillow, then whimpered in both pleasure and pain when he felt the tentacle strain forward, widening and elogating its mass so that it might crawl deeper, other tentacles already licking around the mouth of his entrance, some probing questioningly at the already blocked entrance. If Sauron had not been holding the rest of the creature, it surely would have attempted to dart in and catch the existing occupant at unawares. As he felt it contract again and push deeper, he felt a groan about to escape his throat and after briefly debating whether or not he should suppress it, he instead let it out and muffled it in the pillow, flushing harder in embarrassment. He remembered now.

He stilled, breathing hard, when he felt a hand lightly touch the small of his back. The tentacles that were squirming just inside his entrance, filling him, shifting over each other within him, also seemed to calm slightly at the touch as if Sauron were addressing them as well, and Lindir exhaled shakily; relieved.

"You are too tense, Lindir," Sauron said quietly from behind him. "Relax."

"But..."

The bed shifted slightly as Sauron moved and then Lindir felt the hand shift up his back to brush his hair out of his eyes. He looked uncertainly up at his lord who gazed back down at him, his eyes flat and emotionless. "Relax."

"But I can not!" Tears sprung to Lindir's eyes and he cringed when he felt the tentacles push further into him, crawling higher and higher. He cried out in pain, clutching tightly at the sheets of the bed, tears springing to his eyes. "Please! Please take it out!"

"You can! Do not be afraid to make noises," Sauron said. "Stop holding in your tension. Only I will hear these sounds. Otherwise, the pain will not abate, but increase, and there will be no pleasure." He stroked Lindir's head once again, then shifted back to the end of the bed. "Do as I say. For your own sake."

Inside him, Lindir felt his occupant stir and send an answering tentacle sliding down to meet the intruder. And as they twined together, he cried out again... and again, and again, writing on the sheets, now only pleasure in his voice as he felt the creature's core pulsate within him, sending ripples of desire through his entire abdomen and sex. And then there was a sudden explosion of hot wetness within his entrance and he felt the intruder slacken. He stilled, gasping, hands tightening spasmodically on the pillow, still unsated. Moments later and he felt Sauron quickly drag the intruding creature from him and it fell away with a wet noise. An uncomfortable wet coldness immediately replaced the warmth.

"It is a success," Sauron said behind him as if speaking mostly to Silmo for Lindir was still lying with his face in the pillow, still dazed and uncomfortably erect... and wet. "See, it has swallowed the eggs -- they are that cream-coloured mass."

"Put it away," Silmo said quietly, sounding faintly sickened.

"As you wish. But first..." The bed shifted and Lindir felt the Maia's hand reach between his thighs to grasp his arousal. Moments later, and he felt it limpen, the blood rushing away from the flesh. And then the hand disappeared and Sauron rose and there was the sound of the creature being slipped back into the watery contents of the jar. As he heard the jar being placed back on the shelf and the sound of the drapes being pulled back over the shelves, Lindir felt the bed shift again as Silmo said down beside him. A hand touched his back.

"Rise. I will show you to where you may wash," Silmo said softly. "And then we shall leave."

Lindir obediently crawled from the bed and followed Silmo through to the next room where the Maia drew back the drapes on one side of the room, casting the hidden stone room beyond in light. It was a bathroom, but as Lindir entered it and saw the wide bath that took up one side of the room, he saw that it was no ordinary bath for it was flowing with water that entered at one end and drained on the other side. Steam was rising from it and he reached in and touched it gingerly, surprised to find it hot.

"This is one of the streams that comes down from the summit," Silmo said, looking at it, "but it is heated before it enters these rooms. Go and bathe in it. I will wait."

Lindir nodded and climbed into the bath where he sat down on a low stone seat in the far corner, near the drain. From there, he could lean against the wall and watch the going-ons in most of the rest of the rooms. He watched Silmo return to the bedroom to retrieve the robe and loincloth from the seat under the window. After folding them, the Maia sat down on the seat, the garments on his lap, and looked at Sauron, who was pulling the topmost sheets from the bed and bundling them into his arms.

When Sauron had finished, he turned and looked at Silmo. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Silmo's brows lifted. "I was wondering how one such as you could have possibly taken up with the likes of Melkor." His eyes narrowed. "Your absent morals aside, you are too intelligent to believe his lies."

Sauron said nothing, turning away and walking into Lindir's room. He put the soiled sheets into a basket at the other end of the bath, then turned to look at Lindir, his empty grey eyes scanning Lindir up and down. Then he turned away and returned to the bedroom to make the bed, his long black hair swaying gently behind him. Lindir's brow knitted as he watched him, watched the pale gaunt limbs and long hands moving over the sheets. He was again reminded of Laiglas and as he sat there leaning against the wall, the smooth stone cool against his back, the clean waters gently washing over his skin and purifying him, he thought awhile on the similarities between the Maia and his eldest son.

Silmo spoke again to Sauron. "I think that if you ever did turn your mind to finding your own heart, it would be a bitter journey for you," he said. "But even so, perhaps you should try to find it for if you are not careful, you may stumble across it later when you have done even more things to hurt yourself." When Sauron glanced at him, he added, in a more subdued tone, "this is assuming that you were created with a heart, of course."

Sauron ignored him and turned back to the bed, his hands passing skillfully over the cloth. Lindir, still frowning slightly, climbed out of the bath and towelled himself dry. Then he went to the bedroom to take his clothes from Silmo and donned them, the Maia helping him with the ties and the fastenings, brushing aside his hands when Lindir attempted to do them himself with a mumured "allow me". When Lindir was dressed, they looked at Sauron, who turned towards them.

"We will take our leave of you," Silmo said. "I expect I will not see you again until after Lindir had presented his evidence. Lindir too."

"Indeed." Sauron said, inclining his head slightly to Silmo. When he straightened, his gaze slid to Lindir and he noticed the elf's frown, which was still in place. "Is something wrong?"

Lindir swallowed. "Ah..."

Beside him, Silmo stirred, as if sensing his uncertainty. "As I said, it is likely that this will be the last time that you will see one another before your part in the trial has ended, assuming you will use me as your medium in court," he said. "So not be afraid of seizing this opportunity."

"A-aye," Lindir said, nodding. He opened his mouth to speak and then hesitated once more.

Although this is now a time for honesty, perhaps it is better if I do not know the answer. It may complicate things for the trial... and even moreso for Laiglas.

He closed his mouth and smiled, shaking his head. "It was nothing." He inclined his head towards Sauron. "I wish you well. Please take care."

Sauron did not bow or return the words.

As they left Sauron's quarters and walked on the path that led back to Silmo's room, Silmo commented, "You did not seem to mind that Sauron did not bow to you."

"Eh?" Lindir turned to look at him. Silmo was walking on the outer edge of the path, just as he had done on the way up; the side closest to the cliff-face. There was a frown on the Maia's face. Lindir smiled. "Ah, I think I did not mind because if he bowed to me, it would seem strange," he said. "I think he knows that I know that bowing to an elf is, for him, not a show of respect."

Silmo shot him a confused look. "You know this, yet you can still bow to him?"

"Of course. I respect him," Lindir said. "I think..." He rubbed his hands absently, feeling them slightly damp -- he had been fiddling with his hair as they had left the room. "I.think that if Sauron were convinced that the Firstborn and Secondborn... and indeed Dwarves too, were members of the Valar and Maiar, he would consider treating them with more dignity. As it stands, he does not see me... us as more than a sheep is to a shephard."

"Even shephards care for their sheep," Silmo said.

Lindir smiled wanly, nodding. "A-aye."

There was a short silence. Lindir's attention shifted to listening to the sound of their footsteps and looking down the path -- to the south -- to observe the distant city of Tirion shining under the late afternoon sun. It would be sunset by the time he returned to Silmo's rooms. He wondered whether he would be allowed to return to Ingwë's halls or if he would have to stay somewhere in the mountain until the conclusion of his participation in the trial. He wondered if Glorfindel and his children knew that he was here -- wondered if they had managed to find out some information, in spite of Eönwë's vagueness to Ingwë in the bathroom in the minutes before he was taken away.

Silmo broke his train of thought. "So he has never bowed to you, then?" the Maia asked. "Not even when you first met him?"

First met him? Lindir's thoughts flitted to when he first came across Sauron in Eregion in the Second Age and he smiled. "Ah, yes he did bow then," he said. "But at the time he was in disguise and aiming to befriend us. The easiest way to do so would be to pretend to be one of us and share and support our customs, at least outwardly."

There was another silence.

Then Lindir spoke. "What will happen now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Where are we going now?"

"We are returning to my rooms and then, depending on your wishes, I will take you either to another part of this mountain where you will stay until you have presented your evidence or back to Ingwë's halls."

Lindir nodded. "Does Glorfindel know what has happened?"

"He knows nothing," Silmo said. "Few of the Valar and Maiar and no other elves besides yourself know of what has transpired here. And with that in mind, I would ask that you only speak of this matter to the people of Irmo, Eönwë, and our lords."

"And Glorfindel and my children?"

"That is up to you," Silmo said.

Lindir nodded slowly. "Then... then I wish to return to Ingwë's halls," he said. After all, this may well be my last opportunity to see them... at least with smiles on their faces. But then he frowned. "But how am I to explain my returned condition to him?" Glorfindel will undoubtedly notice the changes, but I will probably be able to hide them from Laiglas, Glingal, and Linden provided I do not let Glorfindel make me pregnant again.

"You cannot hide it from him?"

"Eh? Well..." Lindir blushed.

"Hm. So it is like that, is it?" Silmo's voice was coloured with amusement and Lindir looked at him, pink-faced when he saw that the Maia was casting him a sidelong, contemplative look, a small smile on his face. He flushed harder and Silmo's smile widened. "About that," the Maia said. "I know of something that may help you."

Not long afterwards, they reached Silmo's rooms. There, beneath the windows, Lindir saw that a covered plate of food was sitting and waiting for them on a small table between two chairs. When he smelt the cooked food and felt his stomach twist in anticipation and mild complaint, he recalled that he had not eaten anything since noon the previous day.

"Please sit and eat," Silmo bid him. "I will join you presently."

Lindir nodded and sat down to take the plate. On it, he found a number of different types of food laid out for him, neatly arrayed on the wood. He smiled and started to eat, looking back as he did so to watch Silmo draw aside a curtain behind the head of the bed that Lindir had not noticed earlier and disappear through the space behind it. He was gone for some while and when he returned, he was holding something in his hand, something disc-shaped, slightly concave, and flesh-coloured. He stared at it when Silmo placed it on the table beside his plate and sat down beside him.

"Unfortunately, it will be impossible to hide the changes from your lover," Silmo said. "He will notice the milk."

"So what do you advise I say to him?" Lindir asked promptly, rather thinking that as Silmo seemed to know more about what was going on than him, that he wanted to hear the Maia's advice on this matter. But then again, he rather thought he knew what Silmo would say and when he heard the Maia speak again, his suspicions were confirmed.

"I would advise you to tell him the truth," Silmo said. "If you wish to come up with some excuse -- some falsehood, that is your decision, though I do not think he would appreciate the dishonesty."

Lindir nodded, suddenly feeling rather glum as if he had just been chastised. He looked at the disc. "And... what is this strange item?"

Silmo leaned forward and picked it up, handed it out to Lindir who took it cautiously and blinked when he found it soft and flexible... and slightly spongy. "If fitted snugly over the entrance to your birthing chamber, it will block the passage of your lover's seed," Silmo said, leaning back in his seat and propping his arms on the wooden arms. "Female visitors who venture through the wilder parts of Irmo's realm are advised to wear these to ensure that even if they are led astray by the illusions created by the male residents, they will not fall pregnant." He smirked when Lindir's blush returned slightly. "It has not been tested on an elf in your condition before or in that part of the body, but the spells that make it effective should still apply and prevent it from falling away. You may take it with you, if you wish."

Lindir nodded, inclining his head slightly in a small bow, hands clasped together in his lap, the disc inside them. "I will. Thank you."

"Or perhaps you would rather I fit it for you?"

Lindir hesitated, rather thinking that if he could avoid having anyone touching his body for the next few months, including Glorfindel, then he would be quite content. But Silmo did have a point; what if he fitted it incorrectly and ended up pregnant after telling Glorfindel that everything was safe? He coloured harder. "I would appreciate it if you could do it," he said, not at all comforted when Silmo's smirk widened.

"Very well." The Maia turned his head and nodded at the bed. When Lindir hesitated again, he added, softly, amusement colouring his voice. "This day seems to have many variations on the one theme for you, Lindir. But do not worry. I will do nothing more than insert it."

"Aye." Lindir rose and went over to the bed to climb onto it. At Silmo's urging, he moved to the head to kneel and lean forward with his head down on the pillows and bottom raised.

It was very quick. Silmo deftly pulled up his robe and undid his loincloth. The Maia's fingers were cool and the object felt strange as it was pushed inside of him, but it was not painful at all and Silmo's lack of hesitance reassured him. He vaguely wondered how Silmo, as a male, could be so self-assured at this task and then decided that perhaps he shouldn't ask. And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over and Silmo was pulling his robe back down.

"It is over. You may sit up," Silmo said, standing and going over to a wash basin set in the side of the room to wash his hands. Lindir sat up and experimentally bounced up and down on the bed before rising, frowning slightly. He could feel the disc inside him and though it did not hurt him, it still felt somewhat strange. When he saw Silmo turn around, though, he hurriedly cleared his expression and smiled.

"Thank you," he said, inclining his head again.

"You are welcome." Silmo said, returning his smile. "And now, I think we are finished. You may return to Ingwë's halls until the court requests your presence." He went over to the curtain behind the bed and drew it aside, gesturing that Lindir was to walk through the space behind it with him. "Come," he said. "It is time for you to return."