Fan Fiction ❯ Anestel ❯ Chapter 1-10 ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Anestel
Part: 1-10/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@freenet.de)
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Summary: Legolas is pregnant with Glorfindel's child, but there has been nothing but hate between
Imladris and Mirkwood for centuries...
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them
back afterwards.
Archive: Please ask first before archiving it elsewhere. :)

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1

It had been raining for days, and Legolas' clothes were soaked. They stuck to his skin, cold and
clammy and wet, no longer any protection from the weather.
Legolas was exhausted. He had left Mirkwood one week ago, and it had been raining all the time. He
felt like he would never be dry and warm again. If it wouldn't be for his brown mare, he doubted he
would have survived the journey at all.
But even though he knew that he had almost reached his destination, he needed another rest. He was
shivering uncontrollably, could barely hold onto the horse's mane to keep himself on its back.

He stopped Lainiell underneath a tree where they would be sheltered at least from the full force of
the storm. He would have liked a fire to warm himself and perhaps even dry his clothes, but there
wasn't any dry wood, and even if he would have found some, he had he had nothing with him to start a
fire. The only thing he had taken with him was some lembas, but that had done him no good. No matter
how hungry he was, he just couldn't keep it down. Finally, in his despair, he had taken to give the
lembas to Lainiell and urged her forward without any rest.

But now he was too tired to ride on. A short rest was all he needed, just one or two hours sleeping
beneath this tree... Shivering he curled up beneath his coat. The ground was wet and cold, but he
was too tired to mind...

Just when his mind was slipping away into the realm of elven dreams, he heard Lainiell give a
surprised sound, and then, all of a sudden, there were hands on his body, yanking him up and pushing
him against a tree. He felt cold steel against his throat and a hard, armored body pressing against
him.

"What does Sindar scum search in the woods of Imladris?" a cold voice asked him.

Legolas trembled with fear and exhaustion. "I search the Lord Glorfindel..." he whispered, trying to
keep as still as possible for fear of the sword against his throat. " I mean no harm, I am alone and
without weapon."

Laughter followed his words, laughter from several men, although he could only see one.

"And what do you want from the Lord Glorfindel?" the darkhaired elf with the sword in his hand asked
him. "I do not think that he wants to talk with the likes of you... I think I should just kill you
and save him the trouble."

"No, please!" Legolas begged helplessly. "Please, I must see him! I bring him very important news!"

"And what are those news that you can't tell them to the sons of the Lord of Imladris?" another elf
asked and came closer. He looked exactly like the elf who held Legolas captive against the tree, and
it was then that Legolas realized that they were Elladan and Elrohir, the princes of Rivendell.

"I cannot tell you, my lord... it is only for Lord Glorfindel my words are meant. Please, take me to
him... what harm can it do?" he pleaded. Legolas felt the pressure of tears threatening to fall. He
had cried so much already, he hadn't thought it possible that there were still tears left. But to
fail now, now when he had come so far...

"Let us take him home," the other elf decided. "If he has lied and Glorfindel does not know him, at
least he can entertain us then. He is pretty enough for a Sindar elf."

The elf closer to him laughed and yanked at Legolas' hair.
"If you want to lie with a Sindar whore... but you are right, Elrohir, let us take him home."

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Glorfindel was just talking with Elrond about the news from Gondor when he heard the sound of hooves
outside. "It looks like your sons are back from their patrol," he smiled and then went outside with
the master of Rivendell to greet them.

Outside, there stood the dark-haired twins with the 6 guards they had taken with them. But there was
another person with them, someone who was dirty and very wet, as if he had traveled long in this
weather. Long, golden hair stuck to his face, he had wrapped his arms about his too-thin body and
trembled in the chill wind, but only when Elladan pushed him forward, so that he fell to his knees
in front of Glorfindel, did the elven lord remember where he had seen him before.

"Now talk!" Elladan sneered. "Go on and bring the lord your important news."

Legolas looked up into Glorfindel's eyes. "Do you... remember me, my lord?" he whispered, his voice
trembling.

Glorfindel nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I think so. What was your name again?"

"Anestel..." Legolas lied, his eyes resting on the ground in front of him.

"Ah yes, I remember you. Weren't you one of the stable-boys of Mirkwood's king?" Glorfindel laughed.
"Yes, I remember having you near the small lake where you keep your horses. What are you doing
here?"

Legolas felt the heat colour his cheeks as he bowed his head to hide his humiliation.
"I was not allowed to stay in Mirkwood any longer, my lord. I am... I am carrying your child."

Silence followed his words, everybody seemed shocked by these news. Elladan was the first to recover
from the shock.

"Why should we believe you, whore? Who knows with how many you have been?"

Legolas was crying now, his hands wrapped protectively around his belly. "You know that I have not
lain with anybody before you had me, my lord! And there has been no one else since!"

Glorfindel watched him with an unreadable expression. Then, with some fast steps, he went to Legolas
and knelt down beside him."Let me see!" he ordered, and when Legolas hesitantly pulled his arms
away, he opened the young elf's tunic to lay bare the slight swell of his belly. He rested one hand
on the warm skin, smiling at Legolas' frightened look. "Indeed, he is not lying."

"Are you sure?" Elrohir asked.

Glorfindel nodded. "Yes, that is my seed growing inside him, without a doubt."

"Will you let me stay here, my lord?" Legolas asked quietly. "I do not ask for anything!" he added
hastily, "but I am afraid for my child... I will do whatever you ask of me, but please do not send
me away!"

Glorfindel laughed at that. "What possible use could I have for a Sindar stable-boy? No, pen-neth,
you have entertained me well back in your realm, but do not think that I would feel pity for a
Sindar. It is only because you are bearing my child that I will allow you to stay."
He nodded to one of the servants. "Feed him and bring him to my room," then he left with the captain
of the guard to talk about the patrol.

Now Elrond stepped forward and looked down at the young elf. With a frown he noticed his slender
hips, the unnaturely pale skin, the visible ribs. "How old are you, child?" he asked sternly.

"40, my lord..." Legolas answered timidly.

Elrond shook his head in disgust. "This won't be easy for you," he predicted, then turned around and
went back into the house.

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2

Legolas was brought into the seneschall's room and left alone there. After some minutes, another
servant entered and put a tablet with food in front of him. Then he left again without speaking a
word, and Legolas was alone.

The food smelled very good, but after some spoonfulls of the soup he felt the now familiar nausea
arise. With a sigh he stopped eating. He was still very hungry, but if he ate any more, he would
just throw it up. At least he was slowly beginning to feel warm again. With longing he looked at the
big bed that stood at the back of the room. It looked very soft and warm, and he still felt so
tired... he wished he could lie down and just sleep for several days, but he was still clad in his
filthy garments and would stain the bed with the dirt. And he did not want to undress, not when he
was alone in a house full of Noldor elves. Every moment someone could come in again, and he did not
want to be any more vulnerable than he already was.
And surely Glorfindel did not want a Sindar stable-boy in his bed.

Legolas sighed and sat down on the rug in front of the fire-place. A servant had started a fire and
he was grateful for the warmth that slowly dried his clothes and his hair.

Glorfindel still did not know who he really was, and neither did Lord Elrond. There was at least
something good which came from the almost 500 years of enmity between the Sindar and Noldor elves of
Middle Earth. For centuries, no Noldor had been in their kingdom, and so noone here knew what King
Thranduils youngest son looked liked. If they knew that they had the son of their greatest enemy
under their roof, they would not let him stay here, and Legolas was afraid of being sent away again.
There was no place left for him to go to. He could not return to Mirkwood and he had no other
friends. He had never been away from his home before, with the conflict between Mirkwood and
Imladris, his father did not want to put his youngest child into danger.
Of course, once he found out that his son was with child, there had been no affection left for him.

Legolas shuddered as he thought back to that moment. His father had been more angry than he had ever
seen him.He had known that it had been no elf of Mirkwood, for none would have dared to lie with the
young prince. Legolas had lied then, told his father that it had been a human. He could not have
told him that it had been a Noldor lord who had half seduced him, half forced him when he had been
out at the lake to guard the horses. No, had king Thranduil known that Legolas' child was of Noldor
blood, he would probably have killed him in his rage.
But even with the lie, it was bad enough. He had slapped his son, called him a disgrace and a whore
in front of the court and banned him from his kingdom.
And Legolas had fled, had taken only his horse and a loaf of lembas with him and had found no other
resort in his despair than to go to Rivendell.

At least Glorfindel had not turned him away. He knew that he had no reason to expect any kindness
from the Noldor elves, but he had meant what he said. He would do anything Glorfindel asked of him,
he would work for his living, just as long as they allowed him to give birth to his child in safety.

When Glorfindel entered the room some minutes later, he found the young elf dozing in front of the
fire.
He sighed in exasperation. "What are you doing? You are still wet and dirty... get up and take a
bath!"
Legolas tried to obey, but after he had taken some steps, he felt his strength leave him and he
stumbled. Glorfindel caught him before he fell, he frowned as he noticed how little the elf weighed.
"Have you eaten?" he asked.

"Some soup..." Legolas answered tiredly. "I'm hungry, but... I cannot keep much down."

"Very well," Glorfindel answered, "then I will have to share your bath, to make sure you do not fall
asleep."
Legolas blushed as he felt Glorfindel's hand wander down his body, stroking his thighs. It was very
clear what the Noldor lord wanted from him, but Legolas was too tired to protest. And if this was
the price he had to pay for staying here...

He let the elf lead him to the bathroom, where the tub was already full with hot water. Glorfindel
quickly disrobed and sat down in the tub, gesturing for Legolas to join him, and when the thin
Sindar elf finally settled down in front of him, he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back
against his chest. He chuckled as he felt the elf tense and moved his hands possessively over his
chest. When he brushed a nipple he heard Legolas gasp. Intrigued, he kept playing with it until the
elf was shudderig in his arms. His fingers searched for the other nipple and caressed it gently as
well, then he pinched it cruelly.

"Ai!" Legolas whimpered, writhing helplessly in Glorfindels grasp. "Please, do not torment me so!"

"You have become very responsive," the lord mused and returned to more gentle caressing.

"My nipples have grown very tender in the last weeks..." Legolas admitted softly, a little
embarassed. Soft moans escaped him as Glorfindel kept massaging them gently before one hand wandered
downwards, rubbing Legolas' slightly swollen belly.

"It is fascinating, the way your body is changing... I have never seen a pregnant male before. I
have heard that even for you Sindar, fertile males are rare," Glorfindel said thoughtful. "I think I
will keep you here in my room. I will enjoy seeing you heavy with my child..."

Legolas sighed and rested his head against Glorfindel's shoulder, surrendering himself to the touch
of the hands that kept exploring his body. He was soon moaning again as the hands strayed between
his legs and forced his thighs apart, baring his swollen organ to Glorfindel's touch. The older elf
chuckled softly. "Still so hungry for my touch, pen-neth? It is a wonder no one took you before I
did. You are like a wild colt begging for the feel of the bridle... but I have broken you in well,
haven't I? You were moaning my name every time I took you."

"Ai, saes!" Legolas gasped, writhing unashamedly beneath the hands. His cheeks were flushed with
embarassment at the lord's words and shame at his own wantonness, but he could not fight against the
pleasure which Glorfindel's hands awoke in him.

Glorfindel laughed. "Do you even know what you are begging for, child?" he asked and moved his hips
forward so that his hard cock rubbed against Legolas' ass. "Is it this, hmm?"
Legolas whimpered helplessly, and Glorfindel took his hips and pushed himself forward, burying
himself to the hilt in the youngster's heat with one hard thrust.

"Daro!" Legolas choked, his hands desperately searching for something to hold on to, finally
clutching at Glorfindel's arms. "Saes, daro! It hurts!" he pleaded, crying hot tears of pain and of
shame at being taken thus, and yet he knew that it would take only a short while until the heat
would spread through his body and make him writhe in the elvenlord's lap.

"Ahh, I like taking you like this," Glorfindel purred darkly into his ear. "Can you feel it, how
hard I am inside you? I love your tightness, how your body can barely adjust to me... I do not even
have to move, your muscles are trembling around me, milking me like only the best whore could..."

"But I am no whore, my lord!" Legolas sobbed.

Glorfindel smirked. "Are you not?" he breathed into the elegantly pointed ear, then he ran his
tongue up to its tip, took it into his mouth to lick and suckle at it. His fingers started their
play with Legolas' softened cock anew, quickly arousing him again. Just when the young elf started
to moan and writhe in passion again, he stopped his touches.
"Are you not?" Glorfindel asked with a small smile, "Are you not my whore?"

"Mae, mae, I am..." Legolas whimpered. And was it not the truth? Had he not just sold himself to
Glorfindel for the right to stay?
"Saes!" he begged, tears running down his face, and he kept crying while Glorfindel took him hard
without any consideration for his exhaustion.

~~~~~~~~~
daro = stop
saes = please
mae = yes
pen-neth = young one
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3

When Glorfindel had spent his pleasure inside Legolas' body, he had to pick the young elf up and
carry him to his bed, for Legolas' legs refused to support him. He laid him down on his bed so that
he could rest while Glorfindel dried and dressed himself.
Just when Glorfindel had finished braiding his golden hair, there was a knock on the door and Elrond
entered their room.
"Suilad, Glorfindel," he greeted his seneschal who returned his greeting with a smile. "I wanted to
have a closer look at your little Sindar runaway," he then explained while he took in the picture of
the naked and exhausted elf on the bed. "Only, of course, if he is still able to stay awake after
you tired him so."

"Nay, I am awake, my lord," Legolas said and blushed.

"Sit up then," Elrond ordered and sat down beside him. He ran his hands down the young elf's chest,
took special notice of the soft gasp Legolas couldn't supress when he brushed a nipple. "How long
have they been so sensitive?" he asked, gently palpating the area surrounding them.

"For several weeks, my lord..."

Elrond nodded and continued, now running his fingertips over Legolas' belly. In some places he
gently pressed, but always stopped before it could get uncomfortable.
Finally he broke off and ordered Legolas to get up, then stepped behind him. "Bend a little forward,
you can put your hands against the wall."

Legolas obeyed without protest. He closed his eyes and tried desperatly to hold the tears back that
threatened to escape him. He had never felt more ashamed, more humiliated than he felt now at having
to present himself so to the Lord of Imladris, his father's greatest enemy.

Elrond laughed softly as he rested his hands on the small, taut buttocks that were presented to him
so invitingly. "U-'osto, child. I do not desire to ride a Sindar mount..."
Legolas sobbed quietly and bowed his head, so that his long hair fell into his face and hid his
tears. Elrond's hands slipped between his thighs and parted them. He chuckled as he saw the small
ring of muscle, it was swollen and red, and white seed with a slightly reddish tint was leaking out
of it.
"Others do desire to ride you very much, I see," he smirked and threw a quick, amused glance at
Glorfindel who sat on his bed and watched them. "You can continue to use him thus for some more
time, but when his belly grows heavier, you will have to be more gentle."

Then he started to carefully rap his knuckles against Legolas' back. He listened to the sounds his
fingers created, then gently kneaded the muscles at the small of his back until he was finally
satisfied. "Now go and rest, child, you must be very sore," he laughed and patted Legolas' buttocks
a last time. "The lord Glorfindel can have quite a temper... you are going to need all your strength
to keep him satisfied."

Then he sobered a bit and adressed Glorfindel. "Everything appears to be normal so far... I will
keep checking him every few days, and try to find some books on male pregnancy. I have never
witnessed a male give birth before, but I have some books written by a Sindar healer. I hope we
won't encounter any problems, though. Oh, and let him rest in bed for the next week, he should sleep
as much as possible. And feed him - he is far too thin. He needs to put on weight, his body will
soon have to sustain the child as well."

Glorfindel nodded and clasped his shoulder as he accompanied him to the door. "Hannad, mellon nîn! I
am sorry to bother you so..."

"No, do not worry about it," Elrond answered with a smile, "you have been my valiant friend for so
long, you are allowed such folly. Were it one of my sons who had filled his belly with his seed, I
would have made the Sindar child crawl home to his father -- but if it pleases you to make him bear
your children, I will not hinder you."

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For the next week, Legolas slept in Glorfindel's bed. He quickly grew accustomed to the rhythm of
living in Imladris... at night, the golden-haired lord would take pleasure from his body, during the
day he had duties to attend to and so Legolas was left alone. He would sleep most of the time, and
when he was awake, he would stare at the trees that grew outside Glorfindel's room. He missed the
smell of leaves and the feeling of grass under his feet, but it took already most of his energy to
serve the lord and to force himself to eat, there was no strength left in him to rebel against the
decreed rest.

Finally, the week had passed and Elrond came to have another look at him. Once again Legolas had to
endure the lord's hands on his naked body, but at least this time Glorfindel had not used him before
and so he was spared that particular humiliation.

"I'm quite satisfied with his condition," Elrond told Glorfindel at last. "He no longer requires
rest. He can get up... in fact, I think he should join us at the table for dinner this evening. But
he is still far too thin. If I were his father, I wouldn't have let him conceive until he was 100...
but as he was so eager to have your seed fill his insides, he will now have to bear the
consequences."

Legolas slipped back under the coverlet in embarassment. He had no desire to meet the other elves of
Rivendell, he knew that everybody would share the opinion of Elrond. But he was no whore! He had
been a virgin when Glorfindel had taken him against his will... and at least at the beginning it had
been against his will, until Glorfindel forced pleasure on his body and made him abandon his honour
as he begged for more.

But there was nothing Legolas could do about it as Glorfindel nodded and promised to take the Sindar
with him in the evening. Elrond then took another look at Legolas and raised his brows.
"I hope you will find something to wear for him then," he remarked, "for although I can understand
that you like to keep him nude in your bed, I would not be amused if you were to take him to the
table thus."

Glorfindel laughed. "Aye, you are right, my lord. I had not thought to get him robes as he had no
need of them till now... but fear not, he can wear something of mine until I had the tailor make
garments for him."

When Elrond had left the room, Glorfindel begann to search through his clothes. He sighed and shook
his head; as he had feared there was nothing which the slender Sindar could wear without having to
fear to lose it. Finally he threw a simple green tunic onto the bed.
"Try this one... I fear that I will have to go and search for some old leggings among the twin's old
clothes, those should fit you better than what I have here."

Legolas took the tunic gratefully. He hadn't had anything to wear at all for the last week, and
although he had done nothing but sleeping during that time, he was very grateful for the opportunity
to dress. It did not much to change his situation, but at least he would not feel all that
vulnerable anymore.

When Glorfindel finally returned with some old, brown leggings the twins had last worn several years
ago, he found a most endearing sight waiting for him. Legolas was wearing his tunic which was far
too big for him. Although he had wrapped a belt around his waist, the garment kept slipping down and
baring a white shoulder. Apparently he had eventually given up the fight with the tunic, for he sat
in the open window, gazing at the trees outside and forgetting everything around him as he listened
to the songs of the birds.
Slowly, Glorfindel stepped towards him. With the oversized tunic, the Sindar looked younger than
ever, and Glorfindel felt a most unexpected wave of both possessive- and protectiveness arise within
him. He let the leggings fall to the floor as he reached Legolas, slipped his now-free hand up a
soft, pale thigh. Legolas flinched as he was surprised thus and looked at Glorfindel with a mixture
of both fear and surrender to his fate.

"A roch-neth nîn," Glorfindel sighed, "lle naa vanima!" The fear did not leave Legolas' eyes, but
all Glorfindel did was to lower his head until their mouths met, and when, after some seconds,
Legolas' lips parted hesitantly, Glorfindel's tongue gently invaded his mouth. He drank in his
honeyed sweetness, kept playfully chasing the timid tongue until Legolas' finally relaxed, and then
Glorfindel kept kissing him until they were both out of breath and Legolas' eyes were hazy with
longing.

~~~~~~~~~
suilad = hello
u-'osto = fear not
hannad = thank you
mellon nîn = my friend
A roch-neth nîn = ah, my colt/young horse
lle naa vanima = you are beautiful
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4

Some minutes later, Legolas had relaxed so far that Glorfindel could envelope him in his arms
without feeling the young elf flinch away. Legolas sighed and rested his head against Glorfindel's
shoulder while the Noldor lord gently stroked his hair. Glorfindel could feel the sweet breath of
the youth against his throat, could feel the warmth emanating from the slender body. It pleased him,
to have the fragile Sindar trust him so... and yet, why he would feel that way he could not say.

Legolas closed his eyes. He could still taste Glorfindel in his mouth, feel the gentle touch of his
lips... he had surprised him. He had not thought that the Noldor lord would be capable of such
gentleness towards him, and it made him afraid. He had been alone for so long... if he now took this
gentleness, this concern for granted, if he took it for real -- it would only hurt more when
Glorfindel would push him away again and use him like a lifeless thing.
But right now it felt so good to be held close, for the first time in weeks Legolas felt at peace.
The only thing he had to do was to relax and not think about the strange changes in his body or his
father's anger...

"Did you like the song of the birds, pen-neth?" Glorfindel asked. "We can go outside if you like. I
think the sun will do you good."

Legolas nodded silently aggainst his shoulder. He did not dare to say a word or move for fear that
Glorfindel would step back and return to his usual coldness, but the lord surprised him as he just
laughed and picked him up into his arms.

"You weigh almost nothing," he chided and quickly grabbed an apple before he carried Legolas
outside. He gently sat him down beneath a tree, then joined him on the ground and pulled him into
his lap.

"You are so silent," Glorfindel mused, "are you afraid?"

Legolas nodded against his chest. "Yes," he admitted quietly. "I... I can feel my body changing, and
it scares me! I do not know..."

"Do not fear, hên lend," Glorfindel smiled. His hands moved to the belt around Legolas' waist and
opened it skillfully so that he could rest his hands on Legolas' belly. "You live in the house of
the most skilled healer of Middle Earth."

Legolas bit his lip as he lowered his gaze to watch the lord's hands. "It still scares me," he
whispered. "My belly is swelling more each day, I can feel the child growing inside me..."

"Yes," Glorfindel sighed, pressing a tender kiss to Legolas' brow, "it is true, you are but a child
yourself... Be at ease, pen-neth, I think you will give me a very beautiful child."

Legolas was silent for a while. Then he covered Glorfindel's hands with his own, pressed them to his
belly. "Will you... take it away from me?" he whispered, tears escaping his eyes as he lowered his
head in defeat. "After I have given birth, will you send me away from here?"

Glorfindel shook his head and laughed. "Ah, child, you should be more aware of your own worth! Don't
you know how rare fertile males are? No, I will not let you go... I will keep you, and you will bear
my children. I've had long given up hope to sire heirs to the house of the Golden Flower, as I do
not desire to lie with women, but you are truly a gift of the Valar."

"More children?" Legolas whispered in despair, his slender body shuddering with his sobs as he for
the first time realized the hopelessness of his situation.

"Ah, hên lend, roch-neth lend nîn..." Glorfindel sighed. "I am a gentle master, you will see that it
is very easy to please me. Do not be so scared! Is it not an honour for a mere stable-boy to bear
children of such noble blood?"

Legolas could not stop crying, but when Glorfindel's arms closed around him in an attempt to
reassure him, he had no other choice but to accept the offered comfort. He curled up against
Glorfindel's chest, hid his face against his robe and kept crying, until his tears were spent and
Glorfindel's hands and quiet voice had lulled him into a state of tired submission.

"Now, pen-neth, you need to eat something," Glorfindel told him. He took out a small knife and cut
the apple into small pieces, then held one up to Legolas' lips. "Come, just some small bites... I
know you have eaten nothing this morning."

Legolas sighed and parted his lips, allowing the lord to feed him. He took the offered pieces
carefully from Glorfindel's fingers, chewed and swallowed without tasting, his thoughts lost in the
hopelessness of his situation. He did not even realize that he had indeed managed to eat the entire
apple until Glorfindel told him so with a smile.

"That was not so hard, was it, little one?" the older elf praised, then he leaned back against the
tree and tugged Legolas down with him. One hand he entwined within Legolas' hair, marvelling at the
silken texture, the other hand kept caressing his belly and his flanks. After some minutes, his
touch grew a little bolder. He began to run his hands along the insides of Legolas' thighs but kept
avoiding the youth's slowly filling cock, until Legolas' made soft, pleading noises and started to
move under his fingers.

"Tell me what you want, roch-neth," Glorfindel whispered, "ask me for it, I want to hear your sweet
voice!"

"Ai!" Legolas moaned shakily, "touch me, please!" He felt very ashamed at his wantonness, but at the
same time he was just too tired to fight Glorfindel any longer. It was so much easier to simply
submit and accept the pleasure he was offered...

"Please, my lord!" he begged again and moaned gratefully when a hand encircled his hardness and
began to move.

"Yes, sweet one," Glorfindel purred into his ear, "show me, moan for me...", and Legolas obeyed and
moaned and whimpered until he felt like he would die if this would go on, and it was then that he
suddenly became aware of a person standing right in front of them.

He gasped and froze, but Glorfindel just chuckled and kept stroking him until Legolas finally came
with a choked whimper, his seed staining his belly and his thighs while the stranger's disgusted
gaze rested on him.

"If you are quite finished playing with that... thing," the elf told Glorfindel sternly, "Lord
Elrond would like your opinion on a message from Gondor. He awaits you in the library."

Glorfindel laughed and wiped his hand on Legolas' thigh before he stood up. "Oh, most certainly
Erestor, I'm finished here!"
"Stay here as long as you like," he then smiled at Legolas, "I will be back soon."

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pen-neth = young one
hên lend = sweet child
roch-neth lend nîn = my sweet colt
roch-neth = colt
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5

When Glorfindel and Erestor were gone, Legolas curled up under the tree and cried bitterly. He had
never before felt so ashamed... it was not just having somebody witness such an intimate act, no, it
was the disgust in Erestor's eyes which made him despair so. Disgust which he had brought upon
himself, he knew that it was true... he had moaned in lust, begged for the lord's touch like a
common little whore. It was no wonder the other elf thought him something disgusting, Legolas felt
disgusted himself. To bring such shame on Mirkwood... His father had been right to banish him from
their kingdom. He was no prince, he was no warrior. He was weak... too weak to resist temptation.

He cried himself to sleep beneath the tree, and when he woke up some hours later, he realized that
the time he had so dreaded had finally arrived. It was evening, the time when the lord of the house
would gather with his friends at the table for dinner. It would be the first time for Legolas to
leave Glorfindel's room since he had arrived in Imladris, and although he had often wished for this
during the week of forced rest, he now thought that he would be quite happy if he never had to leave
Glorfindel's room again.

He was afraid of the other elves, what he would see in their eyes when they looked at him. He was
afraid of being helpless without any friends amidst a house full of enemies of his people.
And he knew how his father and his court had treated captive Noldor elves...

Yes, Legolas knew what was waiting for him, but he could not change it. He could change nothing, he
felt like he had no power left -- the only thing he could do was to obey Glorfindel and try to
protect his unborn child.

Slowly, Legolas dressed in the clothes Glorfindel had given him, the old brown leggings and the
lord's own green tunic which made him look like a child playing with his father's clothes. Legolas
sighed when he saw himself in a mirror. He looked terribly young, younger than he actually was. With
new determination he tore off some loose threads and then began to braid his hair. He was not yet
allowed to wear the braids which denoted an adult, and neither could he wear the intricate knots
only members of the royal family wove into their hair, but he could at least wear the slender braids
the youths of Mirkwood wore to show that they were no longer children.

When he was finished, he gifted his mirrored image with a sad smile. He could remember how proud he
had been on the day he had first been allowed to wear those braids. And he had been looking forward
to the year when he would finally come of age. He had had so many dreams connected with that day...
and now those dreams would never come true. They had been childish dreams, innocent dreams, but now
he was no longer innocent. Now he would give birth to a child before he was even allowed to wear the
braids of an adult...

"Are you sad again, little one?" a well-known voice behind him asked. Legolas did not even have to
raise his head -- after the last week, he did not think that there was anything to the lord he had
not yet seen, heard or touched.
Then Glorfindel stepped behind him and rested his hands on his shoulders, nuzzling his neck. "Hmm,
you smell so sweet," he sighed, "you make me hungry... but I do not think that we have enough time
left until dinner. Alas, I must wait and have you for dessert."
Then he turned Legolas around to face him, looking him up and down. "Oh, you look so young like
this, little one... Erestor will absolutely hate me!" he smiled good-naturedly. He traced the small
braids with his fingers, then shook his head and began to undo them. "Leave your hair open," he
ordered, "it makes you even more beautiful."

Legolas looked at him, unable to speak. Surely the lord could not mean that? To present him to the
house with open hair, like a child who was not yet allowed to leave his mother's presence?

"But I am no child, my lord!" he finally exclaimed, "You can not ask this of me! It is my right to
wear those braids..."

It took only a short moment for Glorfindel's expression to change from amused to angered.
"Who do you think you are?" he hissed, slapping Legolas. "What are those rights you speak of? You
have no rights. You are mine, you will do what I say! And don't you dare start crying now!" he added
enraged when the first tears of shock and pain began to escape Legolas' eyes. "Do I not care for
you? Do I not protect you? I should have given you to Elladan, to pleasure him until he tired of you
and gave you to the guards... perhaps that would have taught you gratefulness!"

Legolas sobbed helplessly, held upright against the wall by Glorfindel's hands. "I'm sorry," he
cried, trembling violently, "I'm sorry, my lord!" His cheek hurt and he felt so scared... he had
gotten used to the strangely gentle Glorfindel, but this was a different man, a stern, powerful
warrior who had slain a Balrog and walked the Halls of Mandos, somebody who commanded and was
obeyed. Somebody who could kill him in an instant, if it pleased him...
"I am sorry..." he whispered again, bowing his head in a gesture of supplication, closing his eyes
as he felt Glorfindel's hands release him. But instead of another slap he felt those hands in his
hair, and when he dared to look up again after some time, he saw what those hands had wrought.
Now he wore knots in his hair. Not lovers knots and not those denoting rang or family, but knots of
posession. The kind of knots one would weave into the hair of a favored mare.
He wore Glorfindel's knots of posession.

"Now wipe those tears from your cheeks," the Noldor lord ordered, "and follow me. I do not want to
be late on your behalf."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Legolas kept quiet during dinner. He tried to eat some of the offered food, but as always his
stomach would start to turn after the first few bites. Glorfindel left him alone for the most part
and kept discussing Gondor's policy with Elrond and Erestor. Legolas was grateful that people seemed
to ignore him, although he knew that everybody was able to see the knots in his hair and what they
meant. Slave, they said, whore, slut, posession, thing... Legolas could feel their weight whenever
he moved. They were heavy to him, stiffling his freedom, like an iron collar would feel to a human
slave.

"You are not eating," Glorfindel suddenly sighed and shook his head. "Here, try these berries, they
are my favorites... they are sweet and taste of summer and warmth."

He held a ripe, red berry to Legolas' lips who had no other choice but to open his mouth and accept
the offered fruit.

Across the table, Elladan smirked. "He is already eating out of the palm of your hand, I see."

"Do you not know the old saying? Honey is the easiest way to gentle a colt to your hand," Glorfindel
smiled, causing Erestor to snort.

"He did not seem to need much gentling this afternoon... I recall him begging for the touch of your
hand while he was writhing in your lap."

Elladan was apparently very amused by the new direction the conversation at the table had taken.
"Tell me, little one, are all Sindar children as pretty and as easy to tame as you? I might have to
visit the Greenwood then and find myself something to play with..."

"Elladan!" Erestor scolded, "You know that it is too dangerous for you to go to Mirkwood alone. And
furthermore, I would be quite satisfied if Glorfindel's little slut would be the first and the last
Sindar aquisition to our household."

Legolas flinched and kept his gaze down on his lap, where his fingers gripped the cloth of the tunic
so hard that his nails left marks. It hurt... it hurt so much to be so powerless, to sit here and
let them talk about him as if he were a posession, an animal, something used for breeding. But there
was nothing he could do, nothing beyond hating the elves around him with all his heart.
And even that he could not do, because Glorfindel was quite right. They were gracious to him. Yes,
they might try to humiliate him, give him hurtful names, but they did not touch him, did not harm
him. This was a lot better than what prisoners had to endure at home.

No, Legolas decided, he did not have the right to hate them, and he did not have the right to hate
Glorfindel, who after all looked after him and would protect his child.
So he fought back his tears and kept silent, kept his gaze down and answered softly when Glorfindel
would ask him something. Meekly he took with his lips the offered food from the lord's fingers, and
only a faint blush showed his embarassment at having his submission flaunted before the entire
house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

6

Two weeks passed this way without much changes. Legolas would spend most of the time sitting in the
garden under a tree and listen to the songs of the birds. Sometimes Glorfindel would join him there,
but to Legolas' mystification, he would not force his touch upon him. Instead, he sometimes sang to
Legolas or even told tales from his past.

Legolas was confused. Sometimes he thought that this was maybe just a ruse to make him trust the
lord, although why Glorfindel should want his trust he did not know.
At other times, when Glorfindel wrapped his arms around him and softly sang a song into his ear
while Legolas dozed against his chest, the young elf would almost believe that it had been his fault
that the lord had lost his temper so, and that there must be a way for Legolas to avoid repeating
them, to make the lord stay gentle with him -- and to make him love him.

Yes, sometimes all Legolas wanted was to be loved by the goldenhaired elf.
It scared him, but it was nevertheless the truth. After all, Glorfindel was a charming man, of a
noble house, an ancient warrior about whose deeds songs were sung in all of Middle Earth. He was
easy to love; he would be every maiden's dream with his long, golden hair flying behind him like a
lion's mane, his body both graceful and strong.

With every passing day, with every hour spent with the lord's gentle affection, Legolas felt more
and more like there were two Glorfindel, two different persons. There was the one who would hurt
him, humiliate him, treat him like a possession. And then there was the other Glorfindel who asked
Legolas to sing for him, who would cite poetry while stroking his hair. Legolas felt like he could
be able to love the latter, but he was deeply afraid of the first. More so because he could not see
what made Glorfindel change so, if it really was a mistake Legolas continued to make which angered
the lord. Because if it was... then Legolas would do everything he could to not repeat his mistake.

But Glorfindel stayed a mystery to him, and Legolas did not allow himself to relax. Even when he
laid in the lord's arms, there was always a sense of despair with him, the knowledge that nothing of
the affection was real and would soon be taken away again.

Still, Legolas craved those moments. There were like a lifeline to him, were something he needed
although he hated himself for it. But when Glorfindel was with him -- and when Glorfindel was gentle
-- Legolas felt at peace, if not happy. Being with Glorfindel brought it's own problems and
insecurities, but at least Legolas no longer thought about his past, about his father, his country.
Yes, being with Glorfindel was almost too easy... if he obeyed the lord, he was spoiled and
pampered, was fed the sweetest fruits, was cherished and caressed.

He knew that he was treated like a loved pet, but he would rather be a pet than a forgotten
prisoner. He hated being alone -- yes, the garden was very beautiful and he loved the big, old tree
beneath which he often rested, but as beautiful as the nature surrounding him was, it could not make
him forget his thoughts.

And today he had already spent several hours beneath the tree, listening to the birds, sleeping,
thinking, waiting. But he waited without hope for he knew Glorfindel would not come to him today.
There were guests from Gondor who had brought news andd work for Glorfindel. The older elf now sat
at his desk in his room, looking through numerous old tomes and copying passages which could be of
interest to Elrond and the delegate from Gondor. Every now and then Glorfindel would look up and
watch the young elf dozing in the grass outside, but time was short and Glorfindel could not pause
in his work.
Everytime he looked outside it seemed like the young elf had grown more beautiful, more tempting,
and with every passing hour, Glorfindel could feel his hunger grow. But there was nothing he could
do about it but work faster, and raise his head every now and then to watch the slender body
sleeping in the grass. Oh yes, he wanted to touch him very badly, wanted to feel him move beneath
him, wanted to hear his name on his those sweet lips... but there was still too much work to be
done.

The time for dinner had already passed when he was finally finished. With a sigh he closed the last
book and stretched, then went to the library to bring Elrond the results of his research. When he
returned to his room, he found that the young Sindar had used the chance and had come back inside,
lieing on the bed as if he were waiting for him.

Glorfindel smiled. He had waited for so long, had watched the youth for so long... he wanted to keep
waching him, at least for some time.

"Undress," he ordered, and Legolas obeyed quickly, blushing although he had spent most of his nights
naked in this bed. When he finally looked up again to find out what Glorfindel was planning, he
found the elf smiling at him, a slow, mysterious smile.

"Now lie back and spread your legs, so I can see you. Yes, that's good... Now touch yourself,
pen-neth," Glorfindel commanded in a husky voice, and Legolas shivered as he heard the hunger in it.
He had no other choice but to obey - both because he knew that Glorfindel would get angry if he
didn't, and because he already was aroused. Slowly he ran his hands down his chest, until his
fingers finally encountered the aching hardness between his legs. With a moan he wrapped his hands
around it and began to stroke himself. Soon, all thoughts about anything but pleasure were forgotten
as he brought himself closer and closer to release, only to hear Glorfindel's voice command him to
stop when he started to feel the familiar tingling sensation. He moaned helplessly but obeyed,
although it took all his strengthh to let his hands sink down onto the bed. It hurt... it hurt, and
he needed!

"Saes, saes!" he pleaded in despar. His hips moved restlessly on the bed, writhing, searching some
kind of contact. It made Glorfindel laugh softly.

"You are so beautiful like this..." he sighed, "your skin sweaty, your eyes soft and hungry, your
body begging to be touched, no matter how or by whom..."

"Please!" Legolas sobbed, and Glorfindel sat down beside him and slowly began to massage the young
elf's waiting erection.

"You are mine," he whispered, "mine to touch, mine to pleasure. You will find your release when I
allow you to... and you will not touch yourself again unless it is my order. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Legolas moaned, arching up beneath him. "Yes, please, please..."

Glorfindel chuckled and bowed his head so he could whisper into Legolas' ear. "You may come now."

Legolas whimpered as pleasure flooded his body and erupted in hot waves onto his belly and the
lord's hands. He gasped for air, could hear his heartbeat loud and fast in his own ears. It took
long seconds for his body to come down again, for the heat to leave his body and for the ability to
think to return. When he was finally able to open his eyes again, he found Glorfindel sitting next
to him, his fingers still stained with his seed.

"Do you not want to clean what you made dirty?" Glorfindel asked playfully as he brought his fingers
up to Legolas's mouth. The young elf flinched back when he felt a finger touch his lips, but
Glorfindel did allow him no chance to flee. The fingers pressed against his mouth, and finally
Legolas had to open it, let the finger pass inside.

"Lick me clean, pen-neth," Glorfindel commanded and waited patiently until Legolas realized the
futility of disobedience. Finally the Sindar closed his eyes and began to suck on the finger in his
mouth. It tasted strange... warm, salty and a little bitter, not as unpleasant as he would have
thought, but... not very nice, either. Still Glorfindel made him take all of his fingers, one after
the other, into his mouth and clean them, and then he scooped up the seed on Legolas' belly and
offered him that as well. With a soft sob Legolas bent towards his hand and licked it clean,
disgusted with himself, with what the Noldor elf must think of him, and yet too afraid of the lord's
anger. He no longer even thought of protest when another pair of fingers entered his mouth. Meekly
he suckled at them, tasted sweat and salt and Glorfindel and himself while the lord ran his other
hand through his hair and sighed admiring words of his beauty into his ear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
pen-neth = young one
saes = please
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7

"I am sorry, my friend, but I need you to ride with the party," Elrond explained. "I do not know if
I can trust the rumors, but if they are indeed true and there is a gathering of orcs in the north, I
need somebody who is experienced and can command the troops like I would."

"You do not need to apologize!" Glorfindel answered with a laugh. "This is what I have sworn to do,
to protect you and yours. Although..." he mused, his expression softening somewhat, "I regret to
miss the changes in the youth's body..."

"Ah yes, the Sindar. What is it you want with him?" Elrond asked and shook his head. "I can see what
you are doing -- but I do not think that you will succeed. Right now he obeys you because he is
alone and scared, and when he has given birth, he will obey because he is afraid for his child...
but what when the child is older? He will try to flee and take the child with him, or, when he sees
that you treat the child as your rightful heir, he will leave the child to your care and run away
alone... And you cannot confine him to your room, you know that he would soon fade away."

Glorfindel sighed. "He is lovely, although he is a Sindar... I could teach him much, but I think he
is afraid of himself. Still, I will not let him go. He is mine. He will learn, in time..."

"Who would have thought, after so many years..." Elrond laughed. "Oh yes, you are besotted with that
child, Glorfindel! I admit that he is indeed very pleasing to the eye, but surely that cannot be
all. There are so many beautiful young elves in Imladris who would gladly be your lover, and yet you
never even acknowledged their courting."

"I know that it must seem like folly to you, my friend. And you are right, it is more than just his
looks. His company pleases me... he is young yet, very young, and alone and scared. I want to make
him trust me, and protect him -- and want him to be mine completely. I can see it in him, so much
fear and so much courage... I could take his fear away, if he would just let me."

"Dear friend..." Elrond sighed, his eyes looking at Glorfindel with both affection and amusement. "
I cannot see where this is going, although I think that the child might not be able to give you what
you think he can give. But I will hope, for your sake..."

Glorfindel smiled at his friend. "We will see, my lord," was his answer before he got up
reluctantly. "I have to pack my things now, if you want us to be well on our way before nightfall. I
will leave the little one to your care..."

Elrond nodded and clasped the shoulder of his seneschal, a thoughtful look in his eyes as they
followed the golden-haired elf up the stairs that led to his chamber.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Glorfindel returned to his room, he quickly gathered the things he would need on such a
journey. It did not take a long time, after so many years spent as a warrior, he knew what was
needed and what would prove to be just useless weight.

Legolas watched him from the bed where he had been listlessly picking at a plate of sweets when
Glorfindel had entered. Although he did not say a word, Glorfindel could feel the youth's eyes on
him the entire time, could feel his nervousness and his surprise at Glorfindel's seeming disinterest
in him.

Finally, the older elf sighed and stretched. Now he had everything he needed, at least everything
out of this room. Others would care for his horse and for food, and he still had an hour left until
they would start.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" a voice from the bed asked a bit sullenly.

Glorfindel smiled. "Ah, sweet child, do I hear regret at my departure there? Yes, it is true, I will
leave you for some time... there are rumors of orcs in the north, and the lord of Imladris sends me
with a troop of his guards to search for the truth of that rumor."

"How long will you stay away?" Legolas asked, his eyes narrowing as he thought about this new
information.

"I cannot say... 2 weeks, perhaps, or a month... it depends on what we find. Will you miss me,
roch-neth?" Glorfindel teased. When Legolas refused to answer, his smile grew a little more
dangerous and he leaned closer, his fingers slowly and threateningly stroking the soft, white skin
of Legolas' throat.

"Answer me, little one! Will you not miss me? Will the colt grow wild and rebellious without its
master, hmm?"

"I... will not, my lord," Legolas whispered throatily, his eyes wide and scared as he answered
Glorfindel's intense gaze.

Glorfindel's hand relaxed. "Alas, I do not believe you, my wild one... but I shall return, and I
shall see how you have fared without my guidance. Until then..." he breathed, his hand stealing
beneath the blanket and running up a naked, soft thigh, "I hope you will remember me most fondly."

Legolas bit his lip, fighting a soft moan. Glorfindel's smile softened with affection as he coaxed
the soft organ to hardness. Only when the slender body was shuddering with longing beneath him did
he stop his caresses.
"You are mine, pen-neth, and you will not touch yourself while I am away," he ordered sternly. "Your
pleasure is mine to give... do not release your passion thus, or I will have to punish you when I
return. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, my lord, " Legolas whispered, his tongue coming out to moisten his lip in a nervous gesture
as he used all his strength to resist the temptation of touching himself to end his torment.

Glorfindel laughed and bent down to kiss Legolas, leaving him looking dazed and breathless as he
finally retreated. "Oh, I do not think you do, but you will learn, roch-neth nîn..."

Then he left the room, his coat and his sword slung over his shoulder, looking every inch like the
fabled warrior about whom songs were sung every day, and left Legolas to his confusion and helpless
fight against arousal.

~~~~~~~~~~~
pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
roch-neth nîn = my colt
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8

Glorfindel's absence brought new problems for Legolas, problems he had never thought about before.
After all, as long as Glorfindel had been with him, Legolas never had to think about what to do,
how to behave, what to say. Living with the golden-haired elf had been very easy in that respect --
the only thing he had to do was to obey Glorfindel's orders.
Now life wasn't that easy anymore.

Legolas sighed as he contemplated what would be appropriate behaviour. Was he to continue dining
with the Lord of the house, or was he supposed to stay in his room? Was he still allowed to go out
into the garden, or would the Noldor elves not grant him that freedom? Would the servants continue
to bring him food and clothes, or was he supposed to take care of these things himself?

Legolas felt confused, alone and very scared. Glorfindel might not always be gentle with him, but at
least with Glorfindel, he knew his place. Without the lord around, he wasn't so sure anymore...

After he had spent some hours agonizing over these questions, the door finally opened and Elrond
came in. The dark-haired elf smiled as he found the youth so obviously troubled.

"Do you miss your master, young one?" he asked and sat down on the bed next to the fragile elf,
pretending not to notice the fear in the Sindar's eyes. Slowly he reached out, touched a cheek and
marvelled at the soft skin. A slight blush immediately grazed the pale cheeks, but it only served to
heighten the innocent beauty of the young elf.
Elrond smiled down at Legolas. "My friend did indeed choose well... you are lovely, pen-neth. It is
no wonder he had to have you, you even tempt me."

Legolas eyes widened, he held his breath, obviously scared of what Elrond would do to him now that
Glorfindel had left him alone. But Elrond just twirled a strand of Legolas' golden hair around a
finger and shook his head, a little bemused.

"Do not worry. I am not that desperate that I would touch the property of a friend without his
leave!" he chided. "Glorfindel is a very possessive man, I do not think that you have to fear
another's touch -- unless Glorfindel wants to see somebody else play with you. But he is fascinated
with you, I cannot see that happening in the near future."
Then he gathered some more strands of the silky hair and braided them quickly but efficiently.
Legolas sighed softly, he knew that design. Glorfindel's knots... now he would even have to wear
them while the man he apparently belonged to was gone.

"They suit you, pen-neth... but you cannot see the beauty in them yet, can you?" Elrond mused and
played with the hair. "I hope that you will learn eventually. You are very lucky, Glorfindel could
teach you so many things about yourself, if you would just stop fearing them..."
Then he laughed selfconsciously, shook his head. "I am sorry, pen-neth, that I made you listen to
the jumbled thoughts of an old elf. It was not what I came here for. Actually, I wanted to have
another look at you. Let me see you," he ordered and pushed the blanket out of the way.

Legolas gasped as he was uncovered so suddenly. He was still naked, since Glorfindel had left him
just some hours ago, and that was a lesson Glorfindel had made sure he learned quickly -- to always
undress completely before he lay down. Glorfindel liked the knowledge that he would just have to
reach out to be able to fully admire the body of the youth, and -- more importantly -- to be able to
touch him or take him whenever he desired so.

Legolas was sure that Glorfindel also enjoyed the humiliation this meant for him. Still, until now,
Legolas had aways been lucky. Nobody had entered their room while he moved around nude; when the
servants came in to bring him food, he had always been covered with a blanket.

Nevertheless, although Elrond had seen him without his clothes numerous times and would have ordered
him to strip anyway, he could feel the telltale heat color his cheeks. Lieing in Glorfindel's bed
like this, as if he was just waiting for somebody to come and use him... it was no wonder everybody
thought him weak or a whore.

Elrond at least did not comment on his blush but began with his now-familiar examination. Legolas
squirmed uncomfortably when the Lord's fingers touched his nipples. They were still very sensitive,
and at one time, Glorfindel had found out to his delight and to Legolas' complete embarrassment that
he could make the young elf come just by playing with them. And now as well Legolas felt his body
react to the manipulation. His cock was slowly hardening against his leg, leaving the Sindar utterly
mortified at the betrayal of his body.
Elrond simply raised his brows when he became aware of the reaction his touch wrought. "Careful,
little one... I do not think Glorfindel would be pleased if you spilled your seed while my hands are
on you. And you do want to please him, do you not?"

Legolas moaned and turned his head into a cushion to hide his shame. Elrond chuckled and continued
to feel for changes in the young elf's body, until he was finally satisfied.

"I want you to join us for dinner in the evening, I will send a servant when it is time," he told
Legolas. "I want to make sure you eat. While a small piece of lembas might be enough to ensure your
survival, it is not enough for your child." Then he frowned a little. "It has been four months now
that Glorfindel visited the Mirkwood... the sickness should stop very soon now, at least it would
with a female. I am not sure which consequences the changes in your body will bring, but you really
need to eat more."

"I will try, my lord," Legolas whispered and bowed his head, then sighed in relief when Elrond left
the room.

At least one of his problems was solved now, he would have dinner at Elrond's table. Which left him
with another problem... the heat between his legs. He whimpered softly as his swollen flesh came
into contact with the cool blanket. Without conscious thought, his hips moved in small, circular
movements, rubbing himself against the bed while he gasped and moaned softly into the blanket.

It felt... forbidden, which both aroused and angered him. After all, this was his body, his
pleasure. What right did Glorfindel have to forbid him this? No right... and he would never know.
Legolas would just clean the sheets before the servants could see them.

He shuddered as he began to rub a fingertip against one of his almost unbearably sensitive nipples.
Heat shot through his body, pooled between his legs. This was torment, sweetest torment... sweeter
than anything Glorfindel had ever given him, because this was the way he wanted it, without any
pain, only pleasure... soft, hungry moans filled the room while Legolas continued to writhe on the
bed, unil his pleasure finally reached its peak and the sweet heat spilled onto his belly.

Legolas sighed and relaxed back into the cushions. He moved one hand down and traced a path through
the sticky wetness there, then brought a finger up to his lips. He stared at it in fascination. When
Glorfindel had forced him to do this, he had felt disgusted... what would it feel like now?
He closed his eyes and licked at his finger, then gave a long, shuddering sigh. Why was it that he
even had to think about the golden-haired elf when he was finally alone? He should just forget about
him, use the time to rest so that he would have some of his strength back when Glorfindel would
finally return. He sighed again and wrapped the covers more securely around himself, then finally
fell asleep.

Outside his room, Elladan smiled and moved away. The young Sindar had given him a most interesting
show... he could understand why Glorfindel had chosen the youth to warm his bed. Although Elladan
would not have spoiled the child as much as Glorfindel did. It was a pity that the seneschal was so
possessive, someone so pretty should be shared...

~~~~~~~~~~~
pen-neth = young one
~~~~~~~~~~~

9

Legolas was bored. Glorfindel had been gone for more than three weeks now, and during that time all
that Legolas had done was sleep, sit in the garden or force himself to eat.
At first, of course, he had enjoyed being left alone. No duties, no Glorfindel... he was as free as
he could possibly be in that situation.
But very soon his opinion of this freedom changed. If there was nobody you could talk to or spend
your time with, all that freedom did not mean anything. And very soon he began to wish Glorfindel
back, simply to have somebody to talk to. Of course Glorfindel would not only want to talk with him,
but...

No. Legolas groaned and closed his eyes. No, he hadn't so far sunken yet that he would accept
Glorfindel's touch as long as he was not alone.

No, he'd rather stay alone for the rest of his life than be touched again by the golden-haired elf.
He was not that desperate, was not that weak...

And yet Legolas was missing something which made it impossible for him to rest. He wanted somebody
to listen to his songs, he wanted somebody to share his joy at a blooming flower or a new leaf. And
although Glorfindel had hurt him so many times, Glorfindel had also sung for him and showed him the
place where the birds gathered in the morning for their first song.

Yes, Legolas conceded finally, he did not miss the older elf's cruelty, but he did miss his quiet
companionship. That had been what had made his life in Imladris bearable, because without him,
Legolas was a prisoner, even outside in the sunlit garden. With Glorfindel... yes, he might be a pet
with Glorfindel, but the garden no longer felt like a prison when the golden-haired elf was around.


"All alone?" a soft voice whispered into his ear, and when Legolas spun around, he stared into the
amused eyes of Elladan -- or Elrohir. No, Elladan, Legolas thought. It was always Elladan. While
Elrohir thought him apparently unworthy to even think about, Elladan always found a way to hurt him
with a casual comment during dinner.
Elrohir would never speak with him... this had to be Elladan then, looking to humiliate him further.

"Do you miss Glorfindel so much then?" the deep voice of the Noldo mocked as Legolas did not answer.
"I can give you what you need, you just have to ask me!"

Legolas eyes widened as he understood what Elladan was telling him. "No!" he whispered in shock,
trying to get up, to get away from this situation as fast as possible, but Elladan would not let him
go.Instead he grasped Legolas' wrist, pulled at it none too gently and smiled darkly when Legolas
fell back to the ground, sprawling across his lap.

"Ah, I think I like you in this position, little Sindar," he purred, "and you like it, too, do you
not?"

"No, please don't!" Legolas gasped and tried to free himself of Elladan's arms, but the dark-haired
elf's grip was strong and Legolas could not break free, no matter how hard he tried. Finally he
stopped struggling and closed his eyes in despair, breathing hard. Elladan simply smiled and took
Legolas' chin in his hand, raised it so he could see his face.
"You're so beautiful once you realize that you are helpless... I think I start to understand what
Glorfindel sees in you!" he smiled. Then all of a sudden he pushed Legolas forward so that he laid
on the ground on his back with the older elf crouching above him. "Will you not beg me like you beg
him, pen-neth?"

Legoas was struggling weakly, his entire body trembling. "Let me go, please..." he begged again,
then finally closed his eyes to hold back the tears as Elladan began to nuzzle his neck.

"You will beg, little one, you know that you enjoy this..." the dark-haired elf whispered throatily.
With a smirk he focused his attentions on a perfectly sculpted little ear. He licked at it, then
carefully nipped at the sensitive tip until soft, helpless little whimpers spilled from Legolas'
lips and the slender body was moving restlessly beneath him, trying to fight both Elladan and the
desires his actions produced.

"Beg, little one, beg for my touch, beg me to take you!" Elladan whispered feverishly, and Legolas
could no longer hold back his tears when he felt Elladan's mouth close over his lips in a rough and
hungry kiss. His enraged little gasp was immediately used by Elladan who forced his tongue into the
Sindars mouth, investigating and conquering the sweet moist cave. Legolas had to fight against
panic. The other elf's taste spread in his mouth, and he felt a disgust so sudden and violent that
he finally managed to tear his mouth away. He was coughing and sobbing, still fighting Elladan's
grasp and yet no longer sure that he would be able to get away when all of a sudden the other elf's
hands loosened their grip around his wrists and took hold of his hair instead.

"Do you like wearing his knots? Do you like being his possession so much?" Elladan mused, a new note
of restraint audible in his voice. "He marked you as his... do you really think that you are his
possession?"

"Please, just leave me alone!" Legolas begged with a little sob. He was still trying to get away,
but Elladan's grip of his hair was too painful.

"Tell me!" Elladan ordered, his eyes burning with heat, with desire and... yes, and also with a
strange tension, as if he was waiting for something.

Legolas closed his eyes, his cheeks were burning with his shame as he finally whispered what he had
sworn he would never say aloud. "Yes, I am his... please let me go. He did not allow this..."

"Indeed, he did not!" Elladan hissed in anger. "And I think he also did not allow you to pleasure
yourself as soon as he had left your room... I wonder what he will have to say about that when he is
back! Perhaps I will get to taste the pleasure your body has to offer after all!"

"That will be his decision!" Legolas answered bravely, although his voice was trembling. "Now please
let me go!"

Elladan snorted and got up. "Do you really think that you mean someting to him? I have but to ask
and you will be mine..."

Legolas bowed his head, unwilling to meet Elladan's eyes, and after a short while Legolas could hear
the older elf leave with fast and heavy steps wich betrayed his anger.

With a sigh, Legolas got up and wrapped his arms around his still trembling body. Perhaps he would
better stay inside until Glorfindel was back... even the beautiful trees outside lost their appeal
if he would have to fear another encounter like this every time he went outside.

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pen-neth = young one
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10

Glorfindel smiled when he entered his room. They had hurried so they would be home before nightfall,
and although Glorfindel would not admit it to anyone, the reason for his haste had not so much been
the comfort Rivendell had to offer but the thought of having the warm, soft body of his Sindar close
to him at night. He had missed the way the youth would tremble beneath him, the way his eyes would
look at him warily, pretending to hate him and yet just waiting to be forced into submission...

Glorfindel groaned. The nights had been cold and lonely for him, and more than once, he had dreamed
of the pleasures that would be his once he had returned home. Now that he was back, the only thing
he wanted was to have a bath and his little Sindar before falling asleep in his soft bed.

Only that there a certain someone was already in his bed, sleeping in the sunshine which fell in
through the open window...

Glorfindel sighed softly. It seemed to him that he had never seen a being more beautiful than the
fragile youth. The golden sunlight spilled over pale, smooth skin like warm honey, caressing slender
limbs, kissing rosy lips which were slightly pouting... Legolas moaned and moved a little, and -- as
if he were aware of the hungry gaze resting on him -- the green tunic he wore fell open, baring the
creamy skin of his thighs.

Glorfindel walked to the bed and sat down. He felt like he was dreaming, or perhaps enchanted by
some strange magic...
"Wake up, pen-neth," he breathed into Legolas' ear, causing the young elf to sigh and turn around,
instinctively cuddling up to the warmth next to him. Glorfindel smiled indulgently. Yes, sweet and
innocent was what described this Sindar best, and as always, this woke the desire in him to strip
this innocence away, to make the youth moan in lust while Glorfindel took him. He wanted to see a
look of complete submission in those eyes, he wanted the high which was caused by the feeling of
complete ownership, complete possession.

"Mine..." he whispered, and Legolas sighed and opened his eyes.He was still half lost in dreams, not
sure whether this was the real Glorfindel or just another illusion, but that question was quickly
answered when Glorfindel bent down and he felt a very real, hungry tongue invade his mouth. Legolas
moaned softly into the kiss, his hands coming up to entangle themselves within the golden curls of
the Noldor lord. When their lips finally parted he sighed and kept his hands in Glorfindel's hair,
drowsily playing with some strands.

"So you *did* miss me, roch-neth nîn..." Glorfindel said, his amusement at the younger elf's
compliance plainly visible on his face. Legolas blushed and lowered his eyes but did not try to get
away from Glorfindel's touch.

Yes, it was he true... he had missed Glorfindel. Four weeks without somebody to talk to had left him
craving company, craving touch... And his run-in with Elladan had made him miss Glorfindel even
more. With Glorfindel he at laest knew where he stood, what to expect... and with Glorfindel around,
Elladan surely would not try that again. Although, there had been his threat...

"I am most grateful that you are back and unwounded, my lord," he finally answered with a forced
little smile.

"Ah, such pretty words, pen-neth," Glorfindel sighed. "Did you not enjoy my absence? I would have
thought that you would be happy to do as you pleased, without rules to observe..."

Legolas blushed and quickly turned his head into Glorfindel's shoulder, trying to hide the telltale
reaction.

"But there *were* rules, roch-neth," Glorfindel continued with a smile, his fingers forcing Legolas'
head up, "and I can already see that you have not obeyed my words..."

Legolas paled. So Elladan had already spoken with Glorfindel... "It was not my fault! I do not know
what he told you, but I did not want it!"

"You did not want *what*?" Glorfindel growled and pressed Legolas to the bed, taken by surprise by
his words. "Who did what to you?"

"Elladan!" Legolas cried, "Did he not tell you? I did not want it, believe me, my lord..."

"*What* did he do to you?" Glorfindel repeated slowly. His eyes had gone dark with anger and his
voice trembled, as if he cold barely contain his rage. It frightened Legolas, who did not know
whether the anger was directed towards him or Elladan.

"He kissed me... and he tried to touch me," Legolas sobbed. "Please... I told him that I was yours,
that you would not want it..."

"Did he let you go then?"

Legolas nodded, silvery tears running down his pale cheeks. Glorfindel smiled and bent down to lick
at them. "Good," he said with satisfaction. "You are mine, do not worry... nobody is allowed to
touch you but me. But that was not what I meant," he then continued with a dark smile, his hands
straying to the front of the green tunic Legalas was wearing. "You are clothed in my bed, although
you know of my wishes... it pleases me to look at you, do not hide your body from me!" He quickly
stripped Legolas, causing another blush to heat the pale cheeks as the young elf's body was once
again bared to Glorfindel's gaze.

"This is better... now, is there anything else you would like to confess?"

Legolas shook his head, wide-eyed and pale.

"Do you know what the punishment for lying to me is?" Glorfindel asked sternly. He got up and opened
a small chest near to the bed, then return with a cane in his hand. Legolas instinctively shied away
from him when he returned to the bed, but Glorfindel grabbed his neck and held him down, so that he
could not get away.

"This is going to leave marks on your fair skin, little one... and believe me, I will enjoy seeing
them," he purred. "Now, I will ask you a last time... is there another disobedience you want to
confess?"

"I have not followed your order to... not touch myself," Legolas whispered fearfully. The cane
looked... more than just painful to him. He had been punished before, but never with an instrument
such as this -- he did not want to experience what it felt like. "I am sorry, I promise I will not
disobey you again!" he pleaded, his eyes resting on the cane.

Glorfindel smiled at the obvious fear in the young elf's face. "I think you are beginning to
understand, little one -- I will not use the cane today, as you did not lie to me. But punish you I
must, would you not agree?"

No, Legolas thought, he did not agree, but he did not dare to say it out loud. He simply nodded and
watched Glorfindel, afraid of what the older elf would deem appropriate punishment for his
transgressions.

"Lay down over my knees," Glorfindel ordered and then watched with obvious impatience while Legolas
scrambled to follow the command.

Glorfindel rested one hand on Legolas' buttocks, kneading the firm flesh and enjoying the trembles
which ran through the slender body while his other hand held both of Legolas' wrists. "You will be
punished like a child because, like a child, you are unable to obey orders. If you do not want this
to happen again, do what I say." He raised his hand and let it come down hard on Legolas' bare
buttocks, causing the younger elf to yelp in surprise and pain. Then Glorfindel's hand came down
again and again, leaving Legolas no time for thought or struggle as the pain started to spread. Each
time the hand connected with his skin, hot pain flared through his body like a bolt of lightning,
leaving a tingling feeling of heat behind, and each slap landing on already punished skin was worse
than the one before it. It did not take long until Legolas was sobbing without shame, squirming
without being able to escape his punishment which felt like it would never end.
It hurt... it hurt terribly, and yet Legolas could feel arousal mirror the intensity of the pain.
His cock was hard, trapped between his belly and Glorfindel's thigh, and every time Legolas moved,
the delicious friction made him moan with lust although he was still crying because of the pain.

"So beautiful..." a voice next to him whispered. It was not Glorfindel's voice, it was Elladan's,
but the pain was so intense that even this added humiliation of having another witness his
punishment could not make him stop gasping and pleading. Hands touched his knees, spread them, bared
the insides of his thighs to Glorfindel's hands, and Legolas sobbed loudly when the sensitive skin
exploded with pain under the hard, relentless slaps.
"I am sorry, I am sorry..." he gasped and the pain was so intense that he feared he'd slip away into
unconsciousness if Glorfindel continued, and then the pain only worsened as Glorfindel moved back to
his already red buttocks. But still his cock got even harder when Elladan's fingertips caressed his
burning thighs, slowly moving upwards, caressing, tomenting. Legolas whimpered and squirmed. He no
longer tried to get away from something he had accepted he could not change, his body moved all of
its own, trying to rub against Glorfindel's thigh, trying to move into the touch of his hands. It
was too much... in that moment, Legolas would have gladly given all that he was if the pain would
just stop, or continue forever.
Then Elladan's fingers moved onwards, teasingly caressing his balls, and Legolas could feel
something inside him shatter. Chains which had bound some part inside of him were broken, and as his
seed splashed on his belly his mind began to soar like a tamed eagle who tasted freedom for the
first time.

Glorfindel smiled and gathered Legolas close in his arms, brushing the hair out of his face. "You
will not touch him again," he told Elladan who simply nodded and silently left, leaving Glorfindel
to soothe the crying and trembling youth in his arms.

"Hush, pen-neth, it is over now..." he whispered gently and began to kiss Legolas' tears away.

"I am sorry..." Legolas kept whimpering, clutching Glorfindel's robe in his hand as if he would
never let go of him again. The golden-haired lord smiled and kissed him thoroughly until Legolas'
sobs had subsided and turned into little gasps of pleasure.

"You were punished and forgiven, little one... we will not speak of it again."

Legolas sighed tiredly and raised his head, begging for a kiss, for more caresses, and Glorfindel
was happy to oblige. He kept kissing him with the utmost tenderness, whispering soft words into his
ear until Legolas finally stopped trembling and fell asleep in his arms.

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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
roch-neth nîn = my colt
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