Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 15/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: R
Warnings: mpreg, bdsm
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

Phew, see, I hurried with this chapter! :)
Even if my poor fingers are aching now from typing so much -- I hope it's worth it. *laughs* As always, I'd be happy about feedback! :)

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Pale and trembling, Legolas finally nodded. "It is true, my Lord. I am Legolas, but I am from Mirkwood no longer."

"You lied to me," Glorfindel said softly. "You told me your name was Anestel, made me believe you were a mere stable-boy. Why?"

"I was afraid that you'd turn me away, or hurt me... do not hurt my child, please, my Lord!"

"Will you kneel before me and beg?" Glorfindel seemed strangely unaffected like it was simple curiosity which made him ask.

In one fluid and graceful movement, Legolas slid his chair back and knelt down at Glorfindel's feet. "Please, do not hurt my child," he begged, his voice breaking.

Glorfindel took hold of his chin, raised it so he could see his face, so the other elves at the table could see the desperation and the fear in Legolas' eyes.

"Do you feel humiliated now, little one? Kneeling in submission at my feet, pleading for your life while the Lords of Rivendell and Lórien are watching?"

Legolas was trembling, tears escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks as he was forced to listen to Glorfindel's words.

"You have no right to cry! You have no right to feel humiliated! Tell me, what do you think would be the appropriate punishment for you, the son of the king who forced a war upon us we did not want, who attacked our merchants, captured and tormented our patrols? A king who seduced the Sindar elves of Lórien to turn against their own Lord? Your father has brought so much suffering upon us... do you not think it would be justified if I treated you the way your father treats his Noldor captives?"

Legolas was silent. He did not know what to say, because no matter what answer he gave Glorfindel, he would make his situation worse. Finally he closed his eyes in complete despair. "Yes, it would be," he whispered helplessly.

Glorfindel's smile was almost tender, although Legolas could not see it. "Tell us then about the way those captives are treated in Mirkwood. Tell us, for as a prince you have surely seen and participated in their torment."

"No, I have not! I have never particiated!" Legolas cried out. "I would not!"

"Beause you have not yet come of age," Glorfindel stated evenly.

"Even if I had been of age, I would not!"

"A Mirkwood elf with a conscience? What rarity..." Glorfindel laughed. "Why should we believe you, pen-neth? Would not every soldier of your father claim the same if we had captured him? But as you wish, tell us then what you have seen, tell us what your brothers, what your father did!"

"They are used as servants, they have to clean the rooms, serve the food..." Legolas started haltingly.

"And when they don't obey?"

"Then they are punished, they are... whipped until they bleed." Legolas closed his eyes and shuddered as he recalled such a whipping he once had to witness. "My father, he also gives them to friends, to... use for their pleasure, or to guests from the kingdoms of Men."

"They are punished quite frequently, I would guess?" Glorfindel asked with a cold smile.

"Yes, it is... it serves as entertainment during my father's banquets. They take the young, the newly captured as servants for those banquets. I have seen it once, what happens afterwards. They... they hurt them. They forced themselves on them, it was... I heard the cries... Ai, why do you force me to tell you about all this cruelty?" Legolas finally sobbed. "You know all of this already, your spies will have told you about it!"

"Oh yes, but I wanted to hear it from your lips, from the lips of the Prince of Mirkwood... tell me, little one, since you know what your father would have done to Elrohir hero yoo you think that you have been treated unfairly? Do you think I have punished you too hard for your disobedience?"

Legolas closed his eyes in torment. His cheeks were wet with his tears and his knees hurt from kneeling on the cold stone ground, and he could not stop thinking about what his father would say if he would see him like this. A Prince of Mirkwood should not shame his country thus, should not submit so easily... should not cry and beg in front of Elrond and Celeborn, his father's greatest enemies. But Legolas knew no other way. What else was there left for him to do but kneel and plead for his life? He did not want to die, did not want the honor of a brave death or at least the knowledge of having resisted with all his strength.

He would betray his country, would plead for mercy like a coward because of the child he had to protect. He could feel the life inside him, could feel it grow and become stronger with every passing day, and although it was the child of Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower, slayer of the balrog and friend of Elrond Peredhil, it was his child as well, a part of him, and he loved it and would protect it even if it meant that he would forsake all honor.

"No, my Lord," he said softly, "you have been very kind to me, kinder than I deserved. But please..." He swallowed and clenched his hands so hard that he could feel his nails cutting into his skin. "Please, I will do whatever you ask of me, take every punishment you give me, but please don't hurt my child!" He closed his eyes and let his head rest in Glorfindel's hands, submitting himelf to anything the lord would decide.

Glorfindel laughed softly. "Wat do you think?" he asked, adressing their audience. "What should I do with him?"

"Give him to me!" Elladan jumped up. "Give him to me and let me teach him respect for the Lord of Imladris!"

"Or let me and my men teach him," Haldir said with a hungry look in his eyes. "Let us avenge those that had to suffer because of Thranduil, let us do to his son what he did to our children..."

Glorfindel smirked when he saw that Legolas' trembling had grown worse, although the young elf had listened without saying a word.

"I think those would be just punishments, do you not think so, princeling? But... I think I should simply send you back to Mirkwood. I should make you run home to your father like this, with your belly full and my knots in your hair to kneel before his throne while his spies told him how eagerly you submitted to me, so that he should give you your appropriate punishment."

Legolas flinched and shook his head wildly. "No, please! Please don't send me back! If he knew that it was your child he would kill me, or at least kill the child! Please, I will do anything you ask of me! I will serve the Galadhrim if you so desire!"

"You would like that, Haldir, wouldn't you?" Glorfindel smirked at the expectant look on the face of the Lórien elf. "And you would enjoy it, let me tell you. He is still as tight as when I took him for the first time, and he still cries if you are not very careful. And take a look at his mouth... those pretty, soft lips. You want to feel them wrap around you, caress you, take you deep inside..."

Legola whimpered when one of Glorfindel's fingers touched his lips, running along them, finally gently pushing against them so that Legolas had to part them and allow the finger inside. He suckled on it while Glorfindel continued to talk, praising his abilities in the most humiliating way.

"See how easily he submits? Yes, I think you could have fun with him, Haldir, have him use his sweet little mouth to pleasure you while one of your men spreads his thighs and opens him for you. Or would you rather do it yourself, take him without any preparation, just force him to take all of you until you come from the trembling of his muscles?"

Haldir groaned, and Legolas quickly closed his eyes. Yes, the Lórien elf wanted him, he wanted to take him and hurt him, and Glorfindel would allow it... and he couldn't even plead anymore for Glorfindel's finger was still in his mouth. He suckled harder, tried to plead with his lips, his tongue, and it seemed to work as Glorfindel continued to speak.

"Yes, I think you would like that, Haldir, but he is mine, mine to use, mine to punish. You will not touch him -- nobody of you here will!" He turned around to give all the gathered elves a stern look. "He carries my heir, and I will not see the life of my child threatened. But do not think that you are forgiven, roch-neth. Your punishment will wait for you... once you have given birth, you will have to pay the price for deceiving me thus! Now go back to my room and wait for me there."

Legolas quickly got back on his feet and fled. He could feel their eyes on him, laughing at him, hating him... he could feel their loathing, their hunger to see him in pain, and he was glad that he was allowed to go, for if he had been forced to stay, he would surely have curled up at Glorfindel's feet and started crying like a scared little child surrounded by the demons of his nightmares.

tbc...

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pe-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
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