Pen-Estel

Title: Pen-Estel
Part: 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elrond/Legolas, Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s, non-con, AU to the Anestel universe
Authors: Esteliel and Pippychick

Pip and I wanted to write something evil - so the obvious answer was to make poor Legolas suffer some more, at a time when Glorfindel had not yet started to realize what he feels for Legolas. This story diverts from the storyline of Cuil Eden in Chapter Eleven – here, there is no Glorfindel to keep Elrond from taking what he wants. ;)

Pen-Estel

Chapter One

Legolas’ lips parted for him in what could have been a startled gasp, or perhaps also willing submission. And when Elrond’s tongue delved deep into his mouth to explore, Legolas did not follow it’s invitation to play but neither did he pull away. After a moment, Elrond even managed to coax a soft, helpless moan from somewhere deep in Legolas’ throat when he did not relent in his agressive exploration. The eyes of the Noldo lightened up with pleased satisfaction, and he became gentler and raised one hand to caress Legolas’ hair…

Before anything further could happen, both of them were brought back to reality by an indignant, muffled cry from Gîlríon. They looked away from each other, and Elrond cleared his throat as if he would speak, but instead he just leaned back and gave Legolas some space.

Now that he was no longer caught between the two of them, Gîl settled down in the crook of Legolas’ arm and closed his eyes peacefully. Legolas still refused to look up, feeling something he couldn’t put a name to – it just all felt very wrong.

“You are not feeling like yourself,” Elrond observed eventually, a slight huskiness to his words that made Legolas swallow audibly. “Stay here. I will go and advise Glorfindel that you are unwell.”

At once Legolas wanted to protest, but then if letting Elrond do such a thing meant he would be left alone, then that was fine by him. He concentrated his gaze on the now-sleeping Gîlríon, unable to meet Elrond’s eyes and see what was there. Maybe blame.

He only dared to look up again when he heard Elrond closing the door behind him. With a sigh, he studied the room he found himself in. It had been a bad idea to go to Elrond’s room – he should just have asked Glorfindel for permission to return to their rooms. What was he supposed to do now? If Glorfindel ever found out about this, he would get so angry! And rightly so, Legolas thought miserably. Maybe Elrond was telling him now? Maybe they would come back together to punish him?

Legolas looked around again. There was no way out, except for the window, and it would be far too suspicious if he actually tried to leave that way.

But he did not want to stay in Elrond’s room either; it was all far too confusing. He wished he could go somewhere that he could think about what had just happened. But this room only confused him more, with the scent of Elrond surrounding him on the bed.

He looked at Gîlríon again, who was still asleep. What reason could he give for wanting to leave, when Elrond was just telling everybody that he was not feeling well?

But then, just when he had decided that it might be better to face Glorfindel after all, the door opened again, and Elrond came inside – alone.

At first he wasn’t certain about the motive behind Elrond’s return, but then he heard the lock click into place, and he gasped in sudden awareness. He wanted to jump up from the bed, but that would just disturb Gîlríon. On some level he could hear his own rapid breathing, and felt the way his heart fluttered inside him. Regardless of the possibility of waking his son, he began to inch away as Elrond walked across the room towards him, and closed his eyes quickly when he caught sight of the intent in Elrond’s gaze.

“Glorfindel has returned to your rooms alone, for now.” It was too much! Legolas rose from the bed with Gîl in his arms and opened his eyes to face Elrond.

“Then I will go too. I will be able to rest there,” Legolas declared, already taking a first step towards the door. “Thank you for looking after me, but I feel much better already!”

Legolas took a deep breath in relief when his fingers finally touched the door. He reached towards the lock, but just when he thought that he would actually manage to get away, he felt Elrond’s body against his back.

Quietly, and very gently, Elrond took hold of Legolas’ hand to pull it away from the door. Then he slowly turned Legolas around, giving him a smile that was meant to be calming but only served to frighten Legolas more. Only when he reached out to take Gîl away, did Legolas finally react. He shook his head beseechingly, but Elrond did not stop. He took the child into his arms and carried him to a settee, where he laid him down among the cushions. He was still very calm and handled Gîl with the utmost tenderness, but Legolas was very afraid now, and did not dare to even protest.

When Elrond returned to him, and took Legolas in his arms again, this time with nothing to distract them, Legolas turned his face away.

“Please, don’t do this, my Lord,” he begged, knowing now that there was no escape – and he couldn’t fight the lord of Imladris. Elrond was the one who held all the power here, and Legolas trembled at the thought of what he could do to Gîl, to himself – or even to Glorfindel. Yet Elrond simply ignored his weak protest, and once more kissed him with the same passion as earlier. And he was nothing like Glorfindel... Rather than a demand for submission, Elrond came upon him like a benign, warm breeze. He was all gentleness with an inner core of resistance that it was impossible to ignore.

The feel of fingertips stroking his face and hair, the tickling touch of Elrond’s lips on his jawline... It was wrong, but it was a tenderness he couldn’t help but respond to. It was so easy to give in to what Elrond wanted, and Legolas found his fear seeping away, to be replaced by a kind of need – not for fulfillment, or pleasure – but for acceptance and kindness.

In the midst of it all, a thought came to him, and he cried out softly. “Glorfindel –”

“Is not here,” Elrond finished, and brought one of Legolas’ hands to his mouth to kiss his palm. Legolas tried now to stop what was happening, tried to stop Elrond from touching him or kissing him – but it seemed an impossible task. There was no violence, and Elrond didn’t hurt him, but all the same Legolas found that he couldn’t turn Elrond away, and by the time they reached the bed together, Legolas was crying.

“Please don’t,” he begged again, trying to move away when Elrond gently pushed him down onto the bed. But Elrond took hold of one of his hands before he could get away, and when he joined him on the bed, Legolas knew that it was all too late, that he wouldn’t be able to stop what was going to happen.

He had feared this during those early weeks in Imladris, had daily lived in fear of displeasing Glorfindel and being given away to somebody else as punishment. But then Glorfindel had become possessive, and Legolas had stopped being so frightened by the hungry looks he was given by other elves.

To have this happening now, and with Elrond, who had always seemed a good friend of his lord… Legolas shivered. “Please!” he tried again. “He will hurt me, please don’t!”

“He will not hurt you for something he does not know,” Elrond said, and then moved to kiss Legolas again. The youth tried to move his head away, but again he found himself experiencing a strange weakness when Elrond touched him with such gentle insistence. He shivered when he felt Elrond’s fingers moving up his arm, only to slowly pull open the tunic that was still unlaced.

When he was finished, Elrond held Legolas down to the bed easily, resting one large hand over his midriff. “Shh,” he murmured soothingly to Legolas’ renewed pleading. With one sweeping gaze, Elrond took in the newly-exposed skin, including the swollen nipples that still gleamed with the salve he had applied earlier. Then he bent his head to kiss a path down the middle of Legolas’ chest. Legolas breathed in deeply – shocked – and inadvertently moved into Elrond’s touch. He brought his hands down and tried to push Elrond away, but before he had achieved anything, Elrond raised himself up and held Legolas’ hands down to the bed.

With the other hand, Elrond cupped Legolas’ face in such a way that he couldn’t help closing his eyes and turning his head the way the Lord wanted. It was as though he was being teased into position – and this time he expected the kiss. It was like before, like the first time, and Elrond almost greedily took everything he could until, just as before, Legolas moaned. Elrond pulled back, and Legolas would have had to be blind not to see the desire.

“You are so sweet,” Elrond said with a little smile. There was nothing mocking or cruel in that smile, and Legolas almost answered it with one of his own. “Not at all like your father,” Elrond mused thoughtfully.

Legolas stiffened, his earlier confusion returning together with a feeling of humiliation, and betrayal. But Elrond was not looking at him, as he once again began to press kisses down onto his chest, and so he did not see how Legolas’ desire had been turned to guilt and shame with just one sentence.

“I have no father anymore,” Legolas said in a trembling voice, desperately trying to keep back his tears so that he would not be shamed even more. He had always known that he was nothing like his father – he was no proud, strong warrior. He had never even managed to please his tutors… but somehow, it hurt even more to hear this truth in the bed of his father’s enemy, just when he had given in to the pleasure his gentle touch brought.

Elrond did not even react to his answer. Instead, his mouth moved further down Legolas’ chest, kissing him, tasting him, until Legolas released a trembling sigh. Only at that sound did Elrond look up again, his eyes dark with desire.

“No, you are not your father,” Elrond said, with a little smirk that Legolas suddenly found himself giggling at. Never had he seen Elrond amused like this! The surprise of seeing the Lord of Imladris so unguarded and open was enough to make him forget all of his bad memories, and he began to wish that Elrond would continue, despite his fears about Glorfindel finding out.

“I want you,” Elrond said, seriously now, watching for Legolas’ reaction.

“I don’t want you,” the youth said soberly, hoping that at this point, Elrond would listen to him. “Please,” he entreated. “Stop.” Elrond only shook his head decisively, and Legolas’ heart plummeted.

“I can’t,” Elrond admitted, sliding his hands under the folds of material at either side of Legolas to run his fingertips over the sides of his waist. Legolas sighed again, and Elrond just watched him. “You’re beautiful.”

Legolas closed his eyes, and gave up any hope of fighting or convincing Elrond to stop. He remembered the way Glorfindel had reacted to his protests that first time, so long ago, and he knew, or he had sensed at the time, that his earnest pleading had just goaded Glorfindel to be even crueller. He didn’t want Elrond to be cruel. He lay there, feeling the familiar tears prickling at his eyelids, just barely realising that Elrond’s weight had left the bed.

In his mind’s eye, he saw Elrond getting undressed before him, and he rolled onto his side, pulling his tunic back to cover his chest at the same time. He heard a soft, deep groan, and knew that Elrond was watching him. A perfect picture of himself, forlorn and helpless, came to him, and Legolas sobbed now. When Elrond came back to him, he allowed the Lord to undress him slowly, still sobbing, but hoping that Elrond would lose interest if he didn’t protest anymore.

Yet Elrond did not even seem to realize that Legolas was no longer trying to fight him. He simply carried on, until Legolas was naked, and then pulled him into his arms again for another kiss. Legolas moaned in helpless despair, as he could feel Elrond’s body against himself, and feel just how much the Lord of Imladris truly desired him. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the vision of Elrond, so aroused, so hungry for him – and still so gentle, a traitorous voice whispered.

He trembled when the touches returned, fingertips slowly trailing down his sides, down his thighs, while he could not help but react to Elrond’s kiss. He knew that it was not right – but it had been so long since he had known such kindness! He was almost shocked to hear himself moan when Elrond’s hands moved back to his chest to gently tease a swollen nipple, but Elrond only smiled at his reaction.

Then Legolas moaned again, this time more loudly, when it was Elrond’s mouth that touched his nipple, carefully kissing him there until Legolas could not help but move into his touch, begging for more while he sighed in pleasure.

He was surprised when Elrond pulled at his hand, encouraging Legolas to twist his fingers in his hair. Legolas moaned in dismay when the lord stopped, and looked up at him.

“You like it when I touch you like this,” Elrond observed, just lightly brushing his thumb over the nipple he had previously been tormenting with his tongue. Legolas gasped.

“Yes,” he replied breathlessly, unable it seemed even to deny admitting to the pleasure Elrond’s touch awoke in him. Elrond smiled.

“I would like it just as much if you were to touch me,” he suggested, pulling Legolas’ hand down so that his palm cupped Elrond’s face in the attitude of a true lover.

Immediately, Legolas pulled his hand away, as though he had been burnt. “I can’t!” he cried out softly, distraught at what was being asked of him now. This was asking for much more than passive acceptance or submission, and how could he betray Glorfindel that way? Submitting out of fear, that he could do, because he saw no other way, but how could he pretend for it to be more than what it was?

Elrond said nothing more about it, and didn’t attempt to convince or force him to show his desire. Instead, his eyes shuttered, becoming cold, and he looked Legolas up and down with an assessing gaze that he might have used on a horse.

“Turn over,” he commanded distantly, and Legolas obeyed, scared now by the sudden change in Elrond’s demeanor.

He flinched when he felt Elrond coming to rest between his legs, and gasped softly at the first touch of oily fingers against his opening. This, now, was not so much different from Glorfindel anymore… Had all that earlier kindness just been a game to Elrond?

He cried out when he felt the fingers penetrating him, quickly and efficiently preparing him without any pretense of gentleness. He thought of pleading again – but so far, Elrond had always ignored his words, and he did not want to anger him – not now, when he was already so cold.

He sobbed softly, turning his face against a cushion so that he would not have to see what Elrond would do with him, but still he could not stop himself from feeling every single touch.

“No – no, please!” he begged again when Elrond forced his legs further apart and pulled him up onto his knees. Finally, Legolas was truly scared now… this Elrond no longer was kind or gentle, this Elrond would hurt him, the way Glorfindel had hurt him that first time.

Yet contrary to what Legolas expected, Elrond was still gentle enough that it didn’t hurt so much. At least he didn’t need to scream, and could be content with a defeated sob as his father’s enemy took him. But it didn’t feel the same as before. Now, instead of a gentleness that was chosen and natural, it felt as though Elrond was deliberately keeping control of his movements. Every movement seemed designed to give Elrond the utmost pleasure, and to cause Legolas nothing but discomfort and even pain.

Elrond moaned in satisfaction, and Legolas only wept more. He was truly being used like a mindless thing now, and he felt so ashamed and dirty. How could he ever meet Glorfindel’s eyes again after this? Finally, those who had called him a whore were right, as that was exactly what he was at this moment.

Still, it didn’t carry on in this way for long, before Elrond rested in his movement to lean over and speak again.

“Would you be my enemy, Legolas?” he asked, a little breathless, as though stopping to ask the question had cost him something.

“No!” the youth cried out immediately, and repeated the word over and over, wanting that other Elrond back again, wishing he had done what the Lord wanted – wishing he could have done what Elrond wanted. He realised belatedly that he was probably now crying out ‘No’ more than he had earlier, when there had still been a chance of escape. Almost in desperation, he reached back, to where Elrond’s hand was resting on the bed, and ran his own fingers up Elrond’s arm in a gesture of supplication, trying to give what he couldn’t earlier.

“Please,” he begged again brokenly, although this time, he was not begging Elrond to stop. He was begging him to go on, to be kind once again – he would do everything to have that Elrond back! He pulled Elrond’s hand to his mouth, covering it with kisses to show how he regretted his earlier decision, and when Elrond sighed and kissed his neck, he almost cried in relief.

He made himself go pliant, moving against Elrond, trying to express through his body that he would do everything Elrond asked of him, but after a moment of this, Elrond stopped him.

Legolas cried out when suddenly, the weight of Elrond’s body was gone from his back. But then he found himself being turned around, so that he now rested on his back with Elrond above him, and was rewarded for his acquiescence with another slow, gentle kiss.

Legolas moaned and brought up his hands to cradle Elrond’s face – just like he should have done earlier. He stroked his cheeks with his fingertips, as if Elrond truly were his lover, and when Elrond pushed back into him, Legolas only sighed at the gentleness of it.This time, there was pleasure… so much pleasure that he breathlessly started pleading for more of it, only to be silenced by more of Elrond’s sweet kisses.

There was no room in Legolas’ mind now for any of the doubts from earlier. Even the menacing shadow of Glorfindel lost most of its potency as the pleasure continued, and when Elrond wrapped his fingers around Legolas’ erection, it only took a short minute or two before he spilled into Elrond’s hand with a cry. The Lord followed him almost straight away, and when it was all over, Legolas found himself trapped underneath Elrond’s weight, and he ran his hands down over Elrond’s back soothingly as they both regained a sense of time and place.

To be continued…


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