Fan Fiction ❯ Anestel ❯ Chapter 11-20 ( Chapter 2 )

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Title: Anestel
Part: 11-20/?
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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11

Legolas stretched and yawned lazily. He seemed to have slept longer than usual, for the light that
fell in through the window was already bright and warm, and the other side of the bed no longer held
the warmth of Glorfindel's body. The Noldo had apparently already left to attend to his duties and
left Legolas to sleep for some more hours. Next to the bed a pot of hot tea was waiting for him, and
Legolas took a few swallows of the bitter brew. He did not like the taste, but he was nevertheless
grateful for it since it was a special concoction of Elrond which helped him with the nausea that
overcame him in the mornings. Still, even with the tea calming his stomach, Legolas only had to take
a look at the various foods on a tray next to him to lose all appetite.

He forced himself to take a pear into his hand and, after he had glared at it with dislike, took a
small bite. Sweet, juicy.... and also very disgusting. He frowned and put the pear back, taking a
small piece of lembas instead on which he nibbled with a sigh. It was not that he wasn't hungry...
he just did not know what it was he wanted. Every time his stomach seemed to have decided on what it
wanted, as soon as Legolas began to eat, the desired food turned into something vile and disgusting
in his mouth. Lembas worked, although by now Legolas was quite sick of it, and his stomach refused
to accept more than a few small pieces. Usually Glorfindel would look at him sternly until he had at
least tried some real food, but as Legolas found himself alone in bed, he decided on just drinking
his tea and glaring at the fruits.

"Do you think you can kill them this way?" an amused voice asked from the door.

Legolas sighed. "They are already dead," he complained sullenly. "And I don't like them. They make
me sick, and I think they enjoy it!"

"Now, little one, how can they enjoy something when they are already dead?" Glorfindel teased while
he slowly stepped forward.

"They don't like me, and I don't like them!" Legolas was pouting, throwing baleful glances at the
tray and looking utterly adorable to Glorfindel, who sat down beside him and pulled him into his
lap.

"Evil fruits!" the Noldo chided playfully, "How can they not like the most beautiful Sindar of
Middle Earth?"

With a soft laugh Legolas relaxed into the embrace. "You will not make me eat them then?"

Glorfindel sighed at the youth's hopeful look. He had tried to force him to eat, but it did not
work, his body refused to accept the food. Slowly and patiently feeding him small pieces of fruit,
that worked, and together with the lembas, it was enough to ensure the survival of both the Sindar
and the child, but he was still painfully thin. Too thin for both Glorfindel's and Elrond's liking,
but not even the tea Elrond brewed could help Legolas to keep the food down.

"No, I will not," Glorfindel said, and Legolas rewarded him with a relieved smile. "Nevertheless you
will at least try to eat something for lunch!" he ordered, and Legolas groaned, which earned him a
stern look.

"Yes, I will try, my Lord..." he sighed. "The way you are obsessed with food, one would think you
are not the seneschal but the cook of Imladris..."

"Careful, roch-neth nîn!" Glorfindel warned, though his warm voice and the laughter in his eyes
belied his words, "you already know what my hands feel like on your bare bottom!"

Legolas blushed. Oh yes, he remembered...and the worst thing about it was that he was not sure
whether he wanted to experience it again or not.
"I will eat!" he promised quickly, then pressed himself closer to Glorfindel's body. "Will you stay
until it's time for lunch? You promised to sing me the lay of Leithian..."

With a smile Glorfindel raised a hand to gently caress Legolas' cheek, causing the young elf to move
into his touch, giving a soft, almost purring sound of contentment.

Glorfindel chuckled. "So tactile, so eager for my touch, pen-neth -- you please me very much. Yes, I
will sing for you... but first, let me touch you. Let me feel the way my child is growing within
you..."
He rested his hands against Legolas' belly, caressing the warm skin slowly with his fingertips.
Legolas' condition still wasn't visible if he wore clothes, but without clothes the growth inside
him was obvious. In the month since Glorfindel's return, his belly had been swelling more each day
-- and Glorfindel, to his own surprise, had discovered that he not only found the way the youth's
stomach curved beneath his hands very arousing, but that the Sindar himself was affected by these
changes in a most peculiar way. At first, Glorfindel had thought that it might have been caused by
his long absence, but the weeks passed and still Legolas did not return to his former behaviour. No,
Glorfindel now found a very willing, very sensual lover in his bed. Legolas craved touch... and he
had grown sensitive, was very quick to arouse and would hungrily submit to whatever games Glorfindel
had devised.

And once again now, Legolas sighed beneath his touch, stretched and made soft little sighs and
purring sounds which reminded Glorfindel of a kitten.

"Tell me, roch-neth, would you like me to take you?" he breathed into an ear, taking a malicious joy
in the whimper this produced. "I could take you like this, without any preparation, make your body
surrender to me as I force my hardness into you, make you tremble with pain and lust... you wouldn't
fight me, would you? No, you would enjoy it, pen-neth, I know you would. Your body knows its master,
it longs for it... do you not ache for me? I want to fill you, little one, I want to push myself
into your heat with fast and rough strokes, take you so hard that you will tremble for hours
after..."

"Ai!" Legolas moaned. His eyes were closed, his body shuddering, pressing back into Glorfindel's
body. "Please, my Lord! Do not tease me!"

"Tell me what you want, little one. If you beg prettily, I might give it to you..."

"Take me, please! I want you inside me, so deep and hard that it feels as if you are burning my
insides!" Legolas sobbed, writhing in Glorfindel's embrace.

The golden-haired Lord smiled. "You are so beautiful like this -- you know not how much you tempt
me. Alas, I promised to sing you the lay of Leithian, and I will not break my promise! Afterwards,
if I am not too exhausted, I might enjoy your body..."

Legolas whimpered softly. Glorfindel's words had aroused him so much that his hardness was already
leaking against his belly, and it would just take a few touches to trigger his release. But that
release was not granted, instead Glorfindel's arms tightened around his body, preventing him from
moving, and the Noldo's golden voice rose in the old, sad song of Beren and Lúthien Tinúviel.

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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth nîn = my colt
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12

With a smile Glorfindel relaxed into the hot water. "Tend to me!" he ordered and closed his eyes. It
took several seconds until he felt the first, tentative touches on his skin, but he did not react
and so they grew bolder after a while. His skin was carefully cleaned with a soft cloth and then a
fragrant soap was rubbed into his skin by skillfull, slender fingers.
"Mhh, you do this so very well... Thranduil should have made you his personal servant and not throw
away your talent guarding horses!"

Legolas paled as he heard the name of his father, and for one moment his hands stopped. Then they
continued their work in resignation. He could not tell Glorfindel about this, and he hoped that the
Noldo would never find out... because that would surely earn him more than a spanking. He shuddered
and rubbed harder, thinking about the cane Glorfindel had presented to him. No... he could not tell
him, never!

"I think that spot is quite clean by now," Glorfindel's amused voice brought him back to the task he
was supposed to perform. "You can wash my hair now, kneel down behind me and be careful. There will
be a feast this evening, in honor of Lord Celeborn who arrived this morning. I need to be
presentable."

"Yes, my Lord," Legolas answered softly and followed the order, hating himself all the while for his
cowardice. It was no wonder that he was treated like a slave if he behaved like one...
Although washing Glorfindel's hair was actually a very pleasurable task. The golden hair for which
he was named was long and heavy in Legolas' hands. Once it was wetted it lost its wavy quality and
fell down Glorfindel's back like heavy, expensive silk, the strands parting easily for Legolas'
fingers as he slowly began to disentangle the braids. Once he was finished and the hair was open
before him like a golden veil, he wetted it more thoroughly with water which he carefully scooped
and poured with his hands. The he took another piece of soap, one which smelled of sunflowers and
wood and ripe, red apples, and worked up a lather between his hands which he then used to gently
clean Glorfindel's hair. The older elf sighed with appreciation and relaxed against Legolas body
until Legolas had cleaned away the soap with more carefully poured water.

When Glorfindel finally left the tub he stretched and then walked back into his bedroom. "Wash
yourself and come," he told Legolas over his shoulder, "I need to decide what you shall wear
tonight."

"I will have to come to the feast as well?" Legolas sighed dejectedly. He hated how the other elves
used dinner to tease and humiliate him, and tonight it would surely be even worse than usual.

"Yes, you will. Now hurry!"

Legolas sighed but did as he was told, quickly cleaning himself and his hair. He toweled his body
and wrung the excess water from his hair, then slowly entered the bedroom. Glorfindel stood in front
of the mirror, looking at the new robe he had the tailor make him. The dark green velvet suited him,
it proved a nice contrast to his golden hair, making it shine even brighter, like the golden flowers
of his House with which the borders of the robe were adorned.

"Come, try on your new robbe, it's lieing on the bed," Glorfindel told him, and indeed, on the bed
Legolas found the new garment waiting for him. It was made of a thin and very soft fabric in a light
green which felt like it was caressing his skin whenever he moved, and Legolas immediately liked it
very much -- until he saw his reflection in the mirror. The tunics he usually wore when Glorfindel
would take him outside fell so wide that they hid his slowly growing belly, but this robe hugged his
body and accentuated his pregnancy. It would be visible to everybody that he was carrying
Glorfindel's child.

"Come, little one, braid my hair!" Glorfindel ordered, and Legolas automatically followed the
command. His fingers knew by now how Glorfindel liked to have his hair braided, and so Legolas was
free to pursue his thoughts while his hands were busy.

Yes, everybody would know about his situation, and he hated that thought. Of course everybody at
Imladris knew about him, but those were foreign elves, elves from Lothlórien... more enemies of his
father, although Thranduil had never attacked the Golden Wood directly. Nevertheless everybody knew
that Imladris and Lothlórien were allies... He sighed and hoped that this would not lead to new
problems for him. At least he was quite sure that there should be no Lorien elf who had ever seen
him face to face as the prince of Mirkwood, so his masquerade should prove secure.

"Hmm, you look nice in that robe," Glorfindel told him and wrapped an arm around his waist, resting
his hand on his belly. "They will stare at you and be jealous of me. I think I'll enjoy this
evening! Now, for one last thing... sit down on the bed, I want to braid your hair."

Legolas immediately obeyed. Braids... so Glorfindel had finally changed his opinion and would let
him wear his braids? He smiled and closed his eyes as he felt Glorfindel's fingers in his hair.

"See this?" Glorfindel finally asked him, interrupting Legolas' happy dreams as he held up some
slender braids. "I want you to braid all of your hair like this and let it dry this way, so you'll
have little waves in your hair tonight."

"Waves?" Legolas whispered shocked. "You will not let me wear my braids?"

"I believe we already talked about this!" Glorfindel answered, visibly annoyed ."Stop whining and
*do* it - you know the consequences if you disobey me. Now hurry, I expect to find you ready when I
return!"

With silent despair Legolas stared at Glorfindel's back as the Noldo left the room. Right now the
only thing he wanted to do was to cry...

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Legolas felt miserable. Not only did he have to wear Glorfindel's knots in his hair, no, his hair
now fell in small waves down his back, thanks to the braids Glorfindel had forced him to let his
hair drie in. And it looked ridiculous! He felt like a naive little human girl who was dressed up
for her first ball... and he was neither a child nor a girl!
He grumbled a soft curse under his breath, but a stern look from Glorfindel silenced him
immediately. Instead Legolas now tried to hide from view behind Glorfindel's back, sulking all the
while.

Legolas could put up with many things: the knots in his hair, the clothes he had been forced to wear
which only served to make his pregnancy more obvious, the fact that Erestor had presented him to the
Lord Celeborn as "Glorfindel's little Sindar... companion" with so much disgust in his voice that he
could just as well have said whore... but the waves in his hair, they enraged him. After all, it was
*his* hair. His beautiful, long hair of which he was very proud. He had always taken care to wash
and brush it until it shone like the sun itself, and people had always complimented him on its
beauty. He did not need curls to make him look good!

"A Mirkwood elf, Glorfindel? And a male one at that?" Celeborn sounded amused, yet also a little
taken aback.

"Oh, but do you not think that he is beautiful?" With a slightly evil smile Glorfindel pulled
Legolas forward, presenting him to Celeborn.

"You got a male Mirkwood elf pregnant..." Celeborn slowly repeated, shaking his head. "Oh, I think
that this might make you even more famous than slaying the Balrog! Although you must admit that he
looks like a girl, and as you got him pregnant like a girl -- why not take a girl in the first
place?"

"I am *not* a girl!" Legolas said enraged, for the moment forgetting his position and who was
standing before him as he glared at the Lord of Lothlórien.

"Oh, so he can speak... you do seem to have a weakness for fiery demons, Glorfindel." Celeborn
seemed to be very amused by the outburst

"Believe me, he is usually much tamer -- and if you do not want to feel my belt on your bottom in
front of the entire room, you better apologize!" Glorfindel threatened and grabbed a handfull of
Legolas' hair, yanking him forward so that he stood directly in front of Celeborn.

"I am sorry," Legolas said sullenly, his eyes studying the elaborate pattern of the Lord's robe.

"With a *bit* more sincerity!" Glorfindel hissed.

"But I don't want to apologize because I am *not* a girl!" Legolas snapped. He crossed his arms
before his chest and glared at both Lords of which one could barely contain his mirth while the
other bristled with anger.

"You will do what I tell you, or it will be your own fault if you won't be able to sit down
tomorrow!"

"I will not apologize because he insulted me!"

"Then you will suffer the consequences!" Glorfindel hissed. "Please excuse us," he nodded calmly to
the smiling Celeborn, then began to pull Legolas towards the door to the balcony. "Cenithach..." he
promised in a dark, threatening voice, and despite his former boldness Legolas now felt a shiver run
down his spine.

"I will not!" Stubbornly he glared at Glorfindel, trying his best to suppress his fear. He knew that
he only made his situation worse by it, but it just seemed like he could take no more. He had put up
with so much already, had submitted to everything Glorfindel had asked of him... but to be thus
presented to another Lord, like he was a weak maiden! No, he did not care what Glorfindel would do
to him, he would not let others call him a girl!

"Outside! Now!" Glorfindel hissed and yanked again at his hair, causing a small whimper to escape
Legolas' lips as he was brutally pulled outside.

"Coelio nin, ascar, cenithach!" Glorfindel repeated, and when Legolas heard the cold anger and
anticipation in his voice, he slowly began to realize that he might have brought a situation onto
himself he was not ready to face.

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cenithach = you will scream
Coelio nin, ascar, cenithach! = Believe me, wild one, you will scream!
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13

Once they were outside, Glorfindel pushed Legolas forward so that he was trapped between the railing
of the balcony and Glorfindel's body. Legolas was trembling with fear, he felt the heat of the body
behind him, the coldness of the stone in front of him -- he was imprisoned between the two extremes
with nowhere to go.

"Are you afraid yet, pen-neth?" Glorfindel purred with dark delight. "You should be... I will enjoy
hurting you. I will make you scream so loud that everybody inside will hear your voice!"

"I will not scream!" Legolas protested bravely although his voice was already shaking with terror.

"Oh, let us see then how brave you are, little Sindar..." Glorfindel hissed and then took hold of
Legolas' robe, quickly tearing the thin fabric. Legolas gasped in shock when the cool night air hit
his skin, but Glorfindel was not finished yet. With obvious impatience he unlaced Legolas' leggings,
then yanked them down, exposing the backside of the youth to his touch.

"Such pretty pale skin -- I wonder how it will look when I decorate it with red welts," he breathed
into Legolas' ear and smiled with cruel delight when the slender body shuddered against him.

"Now, bend forward and grip the railing. And if I see you move, you'll get a beating so hard that
you won't be able to sit for a month!"

With a soft, choked sob Legolas obeyed. His face was red with shame at being punished in such a
public place. It was dark already, but light spilled out of the ballroom behind him and silhouetted
him against the dark sky. If somebody chanced to take a walk in the dark, they would be able to
watch his humiliation... and for those in the room behind him, they only had to follow them out onto
the balcony to serve as an audience and add to his shame.

No, Legolas thought wildly, no, he would not scream. He would not give Glorfindel that satisfaction,
and he would not make the elves inside aware of what was happening to him here. No, he would be
brave, he was a prince and would not shame his people thus...

And still, when the first hard blow hit him, he could not suppress an agonized whimper. It hurt, it
hurt worse than anything he had ever felt! It was like a hot line of fire trailing over his bottom,
burning deep lines of fiery pain into his skin. With the impact of the next blow, he began to sob
openly, his fingers gripping the railing so hard that the iron decorations left deep, read imprints
in his skin, and then there came another blow, and another, like flames dancing over his skin,
scorching him, and hazily he asked himself if Glorfindel had felt such pain when he slew the balrog,
and then there came more pain until there was no clear thought left in his head.

Glorfindel smiled grimly. He trailed the thin leather belt through his hand, then raised it and let
it fall down again onto the pale, trembling buttocks. With delight he listened to the anguished sobs
this produced. Inwardly, he had to admire Legolas' courage. By now he had to be in such pain that it
had to cost him a tremendous effort to still keep quiet.

But not for much longer... again, Glorfindel raised his belt and let more blows rain down on
Legolas' abused backside. "Cano!" he commanded hungrily, "Cano an nin!" and increased the force of
his blows until Legolas' entire body was trembling from the force of his sobs and and each time the
belt connected with his skin, loud and pained cries filled the air.

Then Glorfindel stopped and let the belt fall to the ground, his anger vanished when Legolas had
finally surrendered to his punishment. "Is it enough now? Have you learnt, pen-neth?" he asked
tenderly and wiped the tears from Legolas' cheeks. The Sindar sagged against him, too weak to stand
without help, and immediately wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's neck and sobbed into his chest.

"Hush, roch-neth," Glorfindel continued to sooth him, "I am no longer angry with you, it is over
now."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Legolas whimpered helplessly, repeated the words again and again like a
prayer while Glorfindel gently stroked his back. When the sobs had finally quieted down and Legolas
was only sniffling miserably, Glorfindel deliberately moved his hip forward to press his groin
against Legolas.

"Can you feel how hard I am?" he purred, "You are so beautiful when you suffer, you make me want you
so much!"

Legolas was trembling but did not move otherwise. "Have me then, my Lord," he whispered, his voice
rough from crying.

"Oh, I will, little one... but I want to feel your mouth tonight. I know you have not done this
before, but you want to please me, do you not?" Gently but insistently Glorfindel pried Legolas'
fingers from his robe and pushed him down.

"Yes, my Lord," Legolas said softly and obediently knelt before him. He did not even realize that
his fingers were trembling as he parted Glorfindel's robe, the only thing he could think of was that
he desperately wanted to please Glorfindel, wanted Glorfindel to smile at him, wanted him to be
gentle and caress him and hold him and not be angry at him anymore...

When he had reverently unlaced the leggings Glorfindel wore beneath his robe and freed the
magnificent erection of the elven lord, he paused for a moment to rub his cheek against Glorfindel's
thigh. He closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of arousal, of desire, of Glorfindel, then pressed
a tentative kiss to the base of the hard shaft. Glorfindel's soft, appreciative moan encouraged him
to go on, and he began to trail a path of little kisses and licks up to the tip. Small droplets of a
pearly white liquid were already moistening the skin there and he lapped them up eagerly. His tongue
teased the small slit from which more and more drops escaped. "Yes, that's good..." Glorfindel
breathlessly moaned, and Legoas felt pride well up in him at the pleasure in his voice. Determinedly
he took the tip into his mouth and began to suckle on it, drawing more and more of the bitter, musky
taste into his mouth. When Glorfindel's hands grabbed his hair and began to pull him closer he tried
to comply and take the hot flesh deeper, but his mouth seemed too small for it, and so he continued
to suck at the tip while his hands massaged the base.

Glorfindel groaned. Legolas was not very skillfull, but his mouth was hot and soft and Glorfindel
had been ready to spill his seed since the first time his belt connected with Legolas' white skin.
He could not hold out much longer... and then Legolas again began to tease the sensitive glans with
his tongue and Glorfindel tightened his grip of the golden hair, moaning loud in pleasure as orgasm
took hold of his body.

Legolas whimpered deep in his throat when he felt the cock in his mouth swell even more before it
began to pulsate and pour hot, bitter semen onto his tongue. He tried to swallow it but Glorfindel
spilled more and more of it into his mouth until Legoldas' finally started to cough and drew back,
the pearly white liquid dripping from his lips onto the floor.

He whimpered in dismay. When Glorfindel's hands pushed him down he obeyed once more, lapping at the
spilled white drops hungrily, cleaning the cold stones with quick swipes of his tongue until no
trace was left.

"Very nice..." Glorfindel sighed, "tomorrow I'll show you how to do this better, but this was
already very nice."

He knelt down next to Legolas who quickly came into his arms, trembling against his body with desire
and gratefulness at being allowed the comfort of Glorfindel's embrace again.

With a smile Glorfindel touched Legolas' erection. "Did you like what I made you do?" he asked
tenderly, causing Legolas to moan with lust. "Yes, my Lord," he admitted breathlessly, his eyes
closed as he arched into the touch.

"And why did you enjoy it?"

"Because I pleased you, my Lord..."

"Yes, you did," Glorfindel smiled and then released Legolas' hardness.

"Ú-delithach," he ordered while he smoothed a moist tendril back behind Legolas' ear. "I will go
back inside for the rest of the feast, and you will wait here for me until I come for you. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, my Lord," Legolas answered submissively, which earned him another tender touch against his
cheek before Glorfindel left the darkness of the balcony once more for the light and the laughter
inside the hall.

Legolas sighed and laid down on the stones. The ground was cold and he was naked but he did not
care. If somebody woud come out and see him, he would have to accept it as further punishment from
Glorfindel. Punishment he had deserved, he thought hazily, swimming in a glow of warm numbness.
Feelings of pain, of arousal, of pride at having brought Glorfindel pleasure and of longing for more
tenderness wove a strange net around him, tempting him to simply accept and relax into the pull of
the heavy, slow waves, and once he closed his eyes, they pulled him down to rest in the dark embrace
of their warmth.

He never saw the lithe figure of the elf who had watched them for the last minutes and who now left
his place in the shadows to return to the festivities inside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
cano! = scream!
cano an nin = scream for me!
ú-delithach = you will not come
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


14

Legolas moaned and slowly moved against the cool sheets. He was having a particularly good dream...
hands were on him, tenderly caressing his skin, soft lips were kissing his neck, then one hand began
to rub his swollen belly while a wet finger slowly slid into his unresisting passage...
He moaned again, louder this time, moaned Glorfindel's name and did not care because this was a
dream and nothing to be ashamed of... until he heard a familiar voice chuckle close to his ear.

"Good morning, little one," Glorfindel purred and was answered by a soft gasp when he twisted his
finger inside Legolas.
"I thought about taking you while you were asleep... You would like that, wouldn't you? The first
thing you'd feel when you wake to be my hardness thrusting deep inside you, claiming you? But I had
pity with your poor, red bottom..."

Legolas whimpered when one of Glorfindel's hands cupped a burning cheek. It still hurt, the red
welts seemed to spring to life once again, painting red lines of fire over his bottom.

"Take me anyway, my Lord, I do not care," he gasped and pushed his hips back, trying to draw the
slowly moving finger deeper into himself.

"Oh, I'd already be deep inside you, roch-neth nin, if it were not for the fact that Lord Elrond
wants us to take our breakfast together with his guests... you would not be able to sit still.
Although, I guess it would be amusing to see you squirm on your seat, everybody who saw you would
know why you were flushed and breathless." He thrust his finger deep into Legolas' willing body once
again and was rewarded with a loud, pleading moan, then a soft whimper when he pulled back and left
Legolas trembling and hungry.

"Be good during dinner and I might reward you afterwards!"

~~~~~~~~~

Legolas kept his head bowed and his eyes on the ground when they entered the hall. At the great
table Elrond's family and friends and most of the guest were already seated, only two chairs close
to Elrond were empty.

Legolas tried not to gasp when he sat down. Before they had left Glorfindel's chamber, the Noldo had
rubbed a cooling lotion into his skin which numbed the burning pain down to a hot, throbbing
sensation, but it was still very uncomfortable.

"Oh, he can sit down already? You must finally have lost your strength, after so many millenia," one
of the Lórien elves on the other side of the table joked. Legolas blushed. He could feel the curious
eyes on him, could feel their amusement at his punishment, their satisfaction at his pain. They
knew, of course they knew, they had seen Glorfindel take him him outside, had heard his pained cries
afterwards. They knew that Legolas was nothing more than a little slave here, a plaything for
Glorfindel which was amusing and could at the same time give him children.

He tried to keep still on his seat. He could eat nothing of the offered food, only took some sips
from his tea to fight of the nausea and hoped that this torment would soon be over.

"Will you not eat something, pen-neth?" Glorfindel frowned.

"Please, my Lord, I do not think I could keep it down," Legolas whispered and dared to raise his
eyes to give Glorfindel a pleading look.

Glorfindel's frown deepened and for a moment, Legolas was afraid that he would think of his answer
as another disobedience. Then he took a small, wild strawberry from his plate and raised it to
Legolas' mouth.

"Come, just some of these strawberries to humor me, I know you must be hungry."

Legolas sighed, but he was too tired to protest. It would be easier to just take the food and hope
his stomach wouldn't embarass him...

"No more, please," he begged softly after he had eaten the fifth strawberry from his Lord's fingers,
and Glorfindel nodded, apparently satisfied with him.

Legolas drank some more of his tea, once again trying to be as small and attracting as little
attention as possible. It did not seem to be successful, though, since he felt the gaze of one
particular Lórien elf on him, studying him with curiosity and and a strange, malicious satisfaction.
His eyes made Legolas' shiver when he dared to look up. There was hate in them, hate and twisted
pleasure at the humiliation he had to endure.

Quickly Legolas lowered his gaze again and inched a little closer to Glorfindel, but apparently the
Lórien elf had enough of just tormenting him with his eyes.

"My congratulations, Glorfindel," he smiled coldly. "I see that once more you have ensured your
presence in songs and historybooks."

"Because our little Sindar here will finally give me an heir? Yes, indeed, this was a most fortunate
incident," Glorfindel answered while he ran a possessive hand over Legolas' swollen belly. "Why, do
I hear jealousy in your voice, Haldir of Lórien?"

"Oh no, 'tis simple admiration, my Lord. Tell me, what does it feel like to have the youngest prince
of Mirkwood on his knees before you, to hear him beg to be allowed to pleasure you with his mouth?"

"What?" Glorfindel stared at him in speechless shock.

"I would like to see his father's face," Haldir continued, unaware of what his revelation did to
Glorfindel. "To see his youngest like this, wearing your knots while there are still red welts on
his bottom from your belt, his belly heavy with your child... how long did it take you to break him
to your touch? I must admit that you are a master, Glorfindel, nobody would guess that this docile
little slave is in fact the youngest prince of Mirkwood."

Glorfindel turned around, staring at Legolas who was shaking with fear.

"Is that true?" he asked, carefully keeping his voice emotionless. "Has Haldir told the truth, are
you indeed the youngest son of Thranduil?"

tbc...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
roch-neth nin = my colt
pen-neth = young one
~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And when they don't obey?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tbc...

~~~~~~~~~~
pe-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
~~~~~~~~~~

16

After breakfast, Glorfindel and Celeborn followed Elrond to his study. Glorfindel knew that they
needed to talk about this new turn of events, about what it would mean for the current situation,
the conflict with Thranduil, and they would not have been able to do so in the company of the other
elves.

After Legolas had left, Glorfindel had been showered with compliments for catching the son of
Thranduil and with suggestions on how to punish him best... the elves had laughed, and tried to sway
Glorfindel to give the Mirkwood elf to them, at least for a single night, and although Glorfindel
had joined in their laughter he had been adamant about his decision. Legolas was his, and he would
not let them touch him.

"This is indeed fortunate," Celeborn mused when they were finally alone. "The son of Thranduil in
our hands... how can we use this to our advantage? Do you think Thranduil would finally give in if
we threatened to take the life of his son?"

"You forget that he came here to escape his father's wrath," Glorfindel interrupted. "You heard what
he said, he is afraid that his father would kill him if he knew -- what good is a hostage if nobody
cares about him?"

"But surely there must be a way that we can use this to our advantage! Even if his father does not
care, what about the other members of his family? His brothers?"

Elrond chuckled. "Oh, and what should they do? Talk their father into keeping the peace because his
son is warming Glorfindel's bed? Do you really think that would work?"

"No, it probably wouldn't," Celeborn finally admitted with a sigh. "But to have Legolas Thranduilion
in our hands... is there no way to use him to improve our situation?"

Glorfindel smirked. "I know Thranduil. We should not appeal to his love for his son, instead, let us
attack his honor. Let word spread that Legolas carries my child, that he lies beneath me every night
as a willing whore, forsaking his kingdom and his honor for the pleasure only I can give him..."

"Thranduil will be furious! We might very well have an open war on our hands then!"

"Yes, Thranduil will be furious! And in his fury he will make mistakes... let us provoke him and
wait for his reaction. Perhaps we might be able to once and for all end this conflict!"

Celeborn still seemed uncertain, but Elrond nodded slowly. "Yes, Glorfindel, I think you are right.
We must use this chance... Thranduil will gain knowledge of this sooner or later, and this way, we
at least have control of the circumstances. I will send a group of our guards to the border, they
will set up camp there, build a fire and talk about what they have seen here this morning. They will
be overheard, I know that Thranduil's spies lurk at our borders. And then we will wait and see how
Thranduil reacts."

~~~~~~~~~~

Back in Glorfindel's room, Legolas had crawled beneath the covers, curling up in the darkness of the
artificial cave like a small, frightened child. And he felt like a child, unable to change what was
happening to him, unable to understand why he had to suffer so. And what would Glorfindel do to him
now that he knew? He would not be physically harmed, that the Lord had promised him, not until his
child was born. But what then? What would he do with him then? Give him to groups of men, to use him
as they pleased, give him to those who had asked for him? Elladan wanted him, he knew that, and
Haldir as well... and even Lord Elrond had shown interest und would surely enjoy seeing the son of
his enemy helpless beneath him.

Glorfindel smiled when he finally entered the room and found Legolas hiding beneath a blanket. "Oh,
cunn lend nin, are you still frightened?" He drew back the cover, shaking his head as he found
Legolas pale and trembling, his cheeks wet with tears and his hair in wild disarray. "This is not a
very becoming look for the Prince of Mirkwood... but then, you do not behave like a prince either,
do you?" Legolas flinched, but he knew that accusation to be true and did not react when Glorfindel
gently cupped a cheek. "To think that all this time, it was not a stableboy but Mirkwood's youngest
prince himself who served me so well..." Glorfindel laughed softly. "And it is also Legolas
Thranduilion, Prince of Mirkwood, who will bear my child. Isn't that ironic? After the great lengths
Thranduil went to to ensure the isolation of his little kingdom, our bloodlines will become mingled
after all?"

"But they won't, my Lord," Legolas protested with flushed cheeks. "My child will be no noble of
Mirkwood as I am exiled, without a name, without a father."

"Oh, these things change, cunneth, they are subject to the rulers' whims and can be reversed
according to the day's political outlook. Believe me, I know how these things work, I have seen it
happen so often I have lost count... perhaps one day I should take one of those history books from
the library and tell you how those events *really* happened."

"My father hates all Noldor, I cannot see that happening..." Legolas sighed. "But I will believe
you, if you tell me so, for it would grieve me to see my child without a family, without a past."

"Not without a family," Glorfindel chided. "I told you, I will acknowledge the child as my heir,
raise it so that one day it will be able to take my place as a Lord of our people. And you,
pen-neth, will have a very easy life if you just learn to accept me as your master."

Legolas took a slow breath. This was what it had amounted to -- yes, this was what he had thought
about day and night during the last months. No, there was no other way for him... and when the air
left his lips again, he had finally come to his decision. He curled up against Glorfindel's side,
resting his head on his chest so he could look up into the Noldo's eyes. "I am yours," he said
simply. "I do not care what happens to me, but I am afraid for my child... I have no strengh left
and no friends, but you can give my child a home and a family... if you keep your promise to raise
it as your heir, I will submit to you without protest and do whatever you ask of me."

Glorfindel chuckled and buried his hands in Legolas' silky, golden hair. "You sound a bit
melodramatic there, but then, you are still young and such is the prerogative of youth... do not
worry so much. You will soon learn to find pleasure in this life... and wasn't that why you came
back to me after I had you for the first time? Because you found a pleasure in submitting to me
which you had not known until then?"

Legolas was silent for a while. "Yes," he admitted finally, and when Glorfindel said nothing more he
relaxed under his caresses and soon fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
cunn lend nin = my sweet prince
cunneth = princeling
pen-neth = young one
~~~~~~~~~~~~~


17

Glorfindel took care not to disturb Legolas when he finally had to leave him; he knew that the young
elf needed all the rest he could get. Legolas still did not eat more than what was absolutely
neccessary for his survival, and it showed... he was painfully thin and his skin so pale that it
almost seemed translucent. Glorfindel sighed. Later that day he would need to talk to Elrond about
this. The healer needed to take another look at the youth... even Glorfindel who was a warrior and
no healer could see that the Sindar had not much strength left. And giving birth would take a lot of
his strength...

"What are you thinking about, my friend?" an amused voice chided, and when Glorfindel looked up, he
found himself face to face with Elrond. "You were so deep in thought that you would have run into
me, and that carelessness is something I have never seen from you before."

"It is the Sindar child -- Legolas," he corrected himself. "I am worried that he still isn't eating,
although you said that the sickness would pass."

"I see..." Elrond frowned. "In that case, let me look a him now before Celeborn will claim the rest
of my day."

Legolas was still asleep when they entered Glorfindel's bedroom, but when the golden-haired Noldo
sat down next to him and pulled back the blanket from his sleeping form, Legolas woke, blinking
sleepily up at Glorfindel and then blushing furiously when he became aware of Elrond.

"Is it not rather too late now to become bashful all of a sudden?" Elrond laughed and came closer,
causing Glorfindel to smirk while he lazily stroked Legolas' chest.

"No need to play the blushing virgin when after all everybody here knows that this is exactly what
you are not, roch-neth."

Legolas did not know where to look when Elrond studied his body carefully, but at least he was not
touched this time.

"You are right, my friend," Elrond sighed finally. "He is too thin, too frail, and it worries me
that he is still unable to eat. But there is still time left until he will give birth, and I hope
that his condition will change in the meantime."

"How much longer do you think it will take?" Glorfindel asked.

"Male pregnancies are a rare and strange thing, and they do not always proceed in the same way,"
Elrond sighed. "Yet they always last longer than those of women, for there are a lot of changes
going on in the body during the first months so that the child can grow properly until its time
comes. It has been 7 months now since you returned from Mirkwood... I have read about men who
carried for 11, even for 12 months. I am not sure how much longer it will take, but it will be 3
more months at least."

Glorfindel studied Legolas' swollen belly, gently traced it with his fingers. "3 more months..." he
mused. "We have to make sure you eat more, then."

Legolas sighed deeply, he did not even like the thought of food, and Elrond used the moment to
excuse himself, since Celeborn and Erestor were already waiting for him in the library.

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

In the evening, after they had returned from having dinner at Elrond's table, Glorfindel focused his
attention on Legolas who had quickly undressed before he lay down. "I want you," he told him as his
eyes ran hungrily over the naked, pale body. "I wanted you already this morning when you knelt
before me... I wanted to take you then, bend you over the table and spread you open for me and make
you beg me for it with those sweet little moans of yours, so willing and helpless... I think Haldir
would have liked that, don't you think? He wants you, but I won't let him touch you... perhaps
watching you being taken by me would show him once and for all that you belong only to me? What do
you think? Should I call him, invite him to watch as I make you cry out with desire?"

Legolas whimpered softly, his skin was flushed and pearls of sweat were starting to slide down his
chest. He moved uncomfortably on the bed, as if he would like to touch himself but did not dare to
unless Glorfindel allowed it, which made Glorfindel smile.

"Are you embarassed, roch-neth? You should be... look at you, so wanton, so eager, overcome with
desire at the mere thought of being taken in front of your father's enemies..." Glorfindel shook his
head in mock disgust. "What would your father say if he knew this? Would he not be appalled at your
total lack of decorum?"

"Saes..." Legolas whispered and closed his eyes, but it was not enough to forget about Glorfindel's
presence, not when he was still saying all these hateful things...

"Oh, do you not like it when I talk about these matters? But your body seems to like it... hmm,
perhaps I should make you talk. What do you think? I like the idea... tell me, little one, tell me
what it is that makes Legolas Thranduilion writhe in passion on my bed."

Legolas sobbed. This was more than shameful... this was a torment more cruel than everything he had
to endure so far. And yet he had to surrender to it. Because he had promised, had given himself to
Glorfindel completely -- and also because there was a part in him, some dark, aching, empty part
which felt a twisted delight at the thought of debasing himself so, and it sang a sweet song to him
of the pleasure Glorfindel would grant him in exchange for this.

No, he would not do what he did simply because he had to, no... something in him rejoiced at it, and
somehow, this made it hurt even more.

"I want you! I need you... please!" he moaned with tears in his eyes.

Glorfindel simply shook his head. "Ahhh, very sweet, little one, but I'm afraid this is not enough.
Surely you can do better... you are a prince, after all!"

Legolas swallowed, then tried it again. "I'm thinking of you... the way you tasted when you forced
me to take you deep into my mouth... you said you wanted to teach me, please, show me how to please
you better!"

"Better, cunneth, but still not what I want to hear. Don't try to guess what *I* want -- tell me
what it is *you* fantasize about."

Legolas closed his eyes in shame but found himself talking nevertheless, his shameful secrets
spilling from his lips with each frantic beat of his heart. "I remember when you took me for the
first time, right in my father's woods... how you simply held me down and undressed me although I
was protesting... it, it *hurt*, but you were so beautiful, and you kissed me when I cried and then
you made it pleasurable for me... I remember, the scent of your skin, the way the sun shone in your
hair, and your body was warm and heavy on me... please, make me feel it again..."

"Yes, pen-neth... this I finally believe," Glorfindel whispered who had appeared all of a sudden
next to the trembling Sindar on the bed.

Legolas whimpered and reached out to him, trying to draw the hard body down on top of him, but
Glorfindel resisted. He held a short rope in his hand, dangled it from his fingers while he let his
gaze wander up and down Legolas' body, apparantly very much satisfied with what he saw.

"And it is a very nice picture... it makes me want to take you again, like I did that first time,
and kiss away your tears while you tremble in my arms, but... I think there is another thing you
need to learn today, the fact that you exist to please me. You should not think about your pleasure,
it matters not -- it is only a reward, given by me if I think you have earned it."

Legolas groaned and had to force himself not to flinch away when Glorfindel's fingers busied
themselves between his legs, binding his erection so that it would be impossible for him to achieve
release. "Ai!" he moaned, "Please my Lord, do not punish me so!"

"Ah, 'tis no punishment, little one, it pleases me to see you so, and thus it should also please
you!"

Legolas whimpered but protested no more when Glorfindel lay down behind him and pushed one of his
legs up, exposing the soft skin of his opening to teasing, oil-slickened fingers. Very soon Legolas
was moaning with desire, pushing back on the fingers holding him open until Glorfindel laughed
throatily and replaced the fingers with the tip of his hard cock. Slowly he pushed in and then
stopped again so that just the head of his cock was inside Legolas, stretching out the tight ring of
muscle. Legolas sobbed and tried to push back, but Glorfindel held his hips in a hard grip and
prevented every movement, and only when Legolas finally stilled in exhaustion did he push in deeper.

"I can do this for a very long time, cunneth nin," Glorfindel breathed into his ear and was
instantly answered with a soft, desperate moan from Legolas' lips. "Let me see how long it takes to
drive you insane with need..."

Legolas wanted to protest, wanted to tell Glorfindel that he had already managed what he had set out
to do, but the only sounds that spilled from his lips were hungry and breathless moans which made
Glorfindel sigh in appreciation although it did not speed his movements. It took a long time until
Glorfindel began to move faster, and an even longer time until he removed the cruel rope binding
Legolas' straining erection, but once he was freed, Legolas lost all sense of time as his body
seemed to explode with the most intense climax of his life while he could feel Glorfindel jerk and
pulsate deep inside him, the seed coating his insides warm like tears, and without the sweaty hands
holding him tightly Legolas was sure that he would have drowned in the emotions which broke down
over him like the silvery waves on a dark shore.

It was then that for the first time he felt the child move inside him, and he cried until Glorfindel
kissed his tears away like he had promised and rested his hands against his belly, sharing this
wonder in the darkness of the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~
pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
cunneth nin = my princeling
saes = please
~~~~~~~~~~~

18

Weeks passed until news from Mirkwood returned to Rivendell. As had been expected, the rumours of
Legolas had quickly reached Thranduil, and the King of Mirkwood had been furious. And yet, despite
his anger, he had apparently been able to think calmly enough to not risk an open war. The message
of Elrond's spy spoke of a small group of warriors sent to Rivendell, no more than 20, although they
consisted of the best of Mirkwood's troops and were led by Celeirdúr, Legolas oldest brother. Their
task seemed to be to discover the strength of Imladris, to see if the rumours were true and -- if
possible -- capture Legolas and return with him to Mirkwood.

It was a reasoned plan, a plan which spoke of more calm assessment than Elrond would have thought
Thranduil possessed, and yet a plan which fit almost perfectly into Elrond's own plans, because as
long as he knew what to expect, Elrond would have no problems dealing with the group of Sindar
elves.

In a quickly gathered small council, it was decided that Glorfindel and the twins would ride with
the guards to wait in the woods for the Mirkwood party. They would hide in the trees and take the
party by surprise, overpower them and take them as prisoners. And then they would start new
negotiations for Thranduil surely would not endanger the life of his oldest son.

Glorfindel had been gone for four days which Legolas had spent in his favourite spot in the garden,
resting under the tree and worrying himself sick. After all, there was no way these actions would
bring out something good for him. If his brother suceeded, he would be taken back home where his
father would surely punish him severely for getting pregnant with Glorfindel's child, and if
Elrond's plan proved successful -- no, even after the way he had been treated by his family, Legolas
still loved his brother and did not want him to get hurt.

It was in the afternoon of that fourth day that Legolas became aware of a commotion in front of the
house. The sounds of horses, shouts, servants which hastened in the direction of the entrance --
something seemed to have happened, and that something most probably had to do with Glorfindel's
return.

Legolas waited nervously. He knew that he was not supposed to walk through the house on his own, but
it was so hard to wait when he did not know what had happened. There could have been a fight,
Glorfindel could have been wounded!

Finally a servant came and told him that Glorfindel required his presence in the hall, which meant
that the group was indeed back, and that Glorfindel was apparently unharmed -- but the servant
refused to tell Legolas more, and so he tried his best to hurry. When they finally arrived in the
great hall which normally was used for celebrations and formal gatherings, there were so many people
there that Legolas felt immidiately lost until he finally recognized the familiar golden mane of
Glorfindel. "My Lord!" he cried as he hurried to his side, "are you wounded? What has happened?"

Glorfindel laughed and laid one arm around him. "You were worried, little one? Fear not, nothing has
happened to me, I am perfectly healthy -- apart, perhaps, from the leaves which still stick in my
hair from sleeping on the cold ground."

"I shall wash and comb your hair then, so that it will shine and do your name justice." With a smile
Legolas leant against Glorfindel's side, feeling an immense relieve now that the Noldo had safely
returned. As much as he hated some of the things Glorfindel forced him to do, when the elf was gone,
Legolas missed him badly. Perhaps it was simply because there was no other elf around who would talk
to him, but without Glorfindel at his side, Legolas felt lost like a leaf falling from the trees in
autumn.

"It is really true then!" a voice hissed close to him. It was a familiar voice, the voice of his
brother Celeirdúr who was currently being restrained by two of Rivendell's guards. "I did not want
to believe it, but it is true.. you filthy little whore!" Anger flashed in his eyes, and all of a
sudden he managed to push the guards away so that he could stride forward and slap Legolas hard.

Before Legolas could even react, Glorfindel jumped forward and, after a very short scuffle, managed
to restrain the livid Sindar until the guards finally managed to bind his hands behind his back.

"If you touch him again, I will kill you," Glorfindel hissed, causing Celeirdúr to sneer.

"Why, is the little whore so good at spreading his legs that you would protect him?"

"I'm no whore!" Legolas cried plaintively. "Why do you hurt me so? You are my brother!"

"Nay, I am your brother no longer, you are no part of our family! Lie with that Noldo, lie with all
of that cursed Peredhil's family, with his guards -- I do not care! From the second on that you
allowed that filthy Noldo's touches, you ceased to be a prince of our people!"

"I had no choice!" Legolas cried, trying to get past Glorfindel and closer to his brother. "You know
what father did, he banished me! Where was I supposed to go? I would have died in the wilderness
from cold and hunger had not Glorfindel allowed me to stay with him!"

"Yes, and I can see that you are only to eager to repay his generosity! By the Valar, you are
disgusting! Praising the house of Elrond, carrying Glorfindel's child inside you while you cling to
him like a needy little human whore -- father should have killed you, at least then Mirkwood would
be free of your shame!"

"It is my child, Celeirdúr!" Legolas whispered. "It is my child and I will protect it... can you not
forgive me for that?"

"No!" his brother hissed. "No, I cannot and I will not, and neither will father. As long as one of
us still lives and rules over Mirkwood, your name will never be spoken again, and neither will the
name of your child! You do not exist, you were dead from the moment you lay beneath that Noldo!"

Legolas tried in vain to stop the sobs which shook him. He held his hands before his face, crying
into them as he heard this cruel judgement. Never before had there been a punishment like this in
Mirkwood, and for good reason -- this was worse than death. To be sundered so completely from his
kin...

Legolas was pale and shaking with shock, his tears flowing freely. He felt lightheaded, and only
Glorfindel's fast return to his side prevented him from swaying. He opened his mouth, tried to say
something, *anything* which would make his brother reconsider those terrible words, but no sound
left his mouth. With a choked sob he finally turned and buried his face against Glorfindel's chest,
soaking his robe with his tears. He felt like he had already died, like Celeirdúr's words had
finally parted him from everything which had meant something to him. There was nothing left for him,
nothing but scorn and hostility and humiliation. And the child he was carrying... wearily he raised
a hand to rub his bulging belly. "Take me back, please," he whispered through his tears, "please, my
Lord, take me back to your rooms."

"Yes," Glorfindel sighed, "yes, I'll take you back, and when I return..." he gave Celeirdúr a dark
and threatening look, "I will speak with your brother."

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19

The next morning, Legolas was woken by a servant who told him to go to the library and wait there
for Glorfindel. Legolas quickly dressed, a little surprised about this change from the usual
routine, and also afraid that this had to do with his brother.

He had calmed himself down during the night by reasoning that they would not hurt Celeirdúr; after
all, he was a hostage... and if they hurt him, Thranduil would use it as another reason for the war
against the Noldor.

And yet he was nervous when he reached the library, a nervousness which at first seemed unfounded
when he entered the room, for only Glorfindel was there, reclining in a big, comfortable armchair
with a book in his lap. When he looked up and found Legolas hesitating at the door, he smiled at him
and motioned him to join him while he laid the book aside.

"Come, sit down, roch-neth," he told him, pulling him into his lap when he was close enough.

Legolas gasped in surprise and yet he couldn't hide the small, pleased smile which lightened his
face. Glorfindel seemed to be in a playful mood -- and Legolas liked it when Glorfindel was playful.
It meant easy smiles, caresses and sweet kisses for him, and Legolas craved those more than anything
else. Even if he sometimes felt ashamed for wanting this so much, this was the only brightness in
his life, this rare affection and the thought of his child.

With a happy sigh he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's neck and looked up, offering his lips for
a kiss which Glorfindel was only too happy to take.
"Sweet child," he teased afterwards, "so delightfully submissive today?"

"Mmh," Legolas just purred in answer. He rested his head against the Noldo's shoulder and closed his
eyes, glad to feel Glorfindel's arms around him, holding him, giving him support in this time of
insecurity. And it felt nice to be held, to be cherished... he could ignore all the questions in his
head because it was not his place to worry about them. Glorfindel would care for him, all he had to
do was to relax into this embrace and enjoy the warmth of Glorfindel's body.

"Why did you call for me, my Lord? Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked finally after some
minutes, gifting Glorfindel with a slow smile while he teasingly caressed the small area of skin
visible where his robe wasn't closed properly.

"If you keep this up, child, you will soon find yourself on your knees before me!" Glorfindel
threatened, and with an impish smile, Legolas quickly slid out of his arms to kneel before him on
the ground.

"Like this, my Lord?" he asked innocently, resting his head on Glorfindel's thigh, lightly nuzzling
against it. "Do you want me to worship you?"

Glorfindel growled when Legolas gently pressed his lips to the noticable bulge in his pants."I think
there is a part of you which very desperately needs worship," Legolas teased and was rewarded with
another impatient growl.

"Worship me then, or the number of spanks you have already earned yourself will increase yet again!"

Legolas laughed and quickly unlaced Glorfindel's pants until he had freed the hard shaft. He gave
the head some quick, teasing licks, and just when Glorfindel took hold of his head to end his
teasing, Legolas suddenly took as much of him into his mouth as he could manage. Glorfindel groaned
and thrust deeply into Legolas mouth who obediently knelt in front of him and held still. Legolas
had quickly grown used to serving Glorfindel so, had even begun to like it... for a Glorfindel who
had already spent his pleasure once was a much slower and gentler lover when he took Legolas
afterwards.

Legolas purred deep in his throat and the vibrations forced a moan from Glorfindel's lips. A moan
which was accompanied by the sound of the door being opened...

Cold fear pierced Legolas' heart like the point of an arrow. He tried to back away, but Glorfindel
kept his hands in his hair, still thrusting into his mouth, and when Legolas looked up in
desperation, he saw a smug little smile playing around Glorfindel's lips.

"That little *whore*..." he heard his brother curse him in a voice full of disbelieve and disgust,
just when Glorfindel groaned loudly and spilled gushes of hot seed down his throat. Legolas
whimpered in shame while he tried to swallow it all until Glorfindel's cock had softened inside his
mouth and the Noldo pulled him back up to sit on his lap. Pale and trembling, Legolas wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand, all the while feeling the gaze of his brother on him.

"I'll kill you!" his brother growled. "One day, you'll die for the shame you have brought on us...
I'll do it myself if I have to!"

Haldir's fist hit him hard and forced a pained groan from him, then Elladan who had stood on his
other side pushed him forward so that he stumbled and fell to his knees.

"So proud, my prince, even after a night in a cold cell?" Glorfindel smirked. "Do you think yourself
so strong, so noble that you can just judge your brother like this? Are you so sure that you would
not have surrendered in his situation?"

"I would *never*!" Celeirdúr snorted derisively. "Your touch is poisonous like that of a giant
spider!"

"Oh, but your brother seems to like it..." Glorfindel said and gently ran his hand up and down
Legolas' chest, finally focusing his attentions on his nipples which hardened immediately when he
began to massage them through the robe.

"Ah... please don't!" Legolas begged softly, squirming in Glorfindel's lap. "Please..."

"So pretty..." Glorfindel sighed. "You're so pretty and sensitive... I wonder if your brother could
learn to beg just as prettily?"

Legolas whimpered and hid his face against Glorfindel's shoulder, panting into his hair. Glorfindel
smiled, fully intending to use his knowledge of Legolas' weaknesses against him. He pinched a
nipple, forcing a soft gasp from the Sindar, and then dropped one hand into Legolas' lap to lightly
stroke the hardness there. It took only the time of a single heartbeat until Legolas shuddered
against him, a damp stain adorning the front of his robe and teas running silently down his face.

Glorfindel smiled in satisfaction when he adressed Celeirdúr. "I could give you just as much
pleasure, my dear prince, and believe me, you would learn to beg for it!"

"I will die before that! Unlike that whore, I would rather spend my time in Mandos' halls until the
end than being touched by your filthy hands!"

"What a pity," Glorfindel mused. "Do you not think that that would be rather the way a coward would
act, running away from these problems by fading and leaving your family and your country to deal
with them?"

"Think what you want!" Celeirdúr said arrogantly, but there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

"It does not matter anyway. I already own one of your family, and he pleases me greatly... I have no
intention to tame myself another princeling, no matter how sweet your family might look on their
knees. Haldir here, though, he wants to know what a Sindar mouth tastes like, and what a prince
screams when you make his body submit to you..."

Legolas who had so far been trying to hide from the hate and the accusation in his brother's eyes
now sat up and gazed at Glorfindel imploringly, although his cheeks were still wet with his tears.
"No, please, do not hurt him!"

"Why shouldn't I? He hates you, you have heard it yourself, he would hurt you if he had the chance!"

"Please, he is my brother!" Legolas begged helplessly.

"So one got all the compassion and one got all the pride in your family?" Glorfindel laughed. "No,
young one, this is about more than just your family problems. We cannot allow compassion in matters
which could endanger the lives of all our people. Take him with you Elladan, take him to your rooms
if you so desire... you too, Haldir, I think you will need all of your strength to teach that
prideful princeling humility! We will have another conversation tomorrow... and then we will see if
he still laughs about his brother's situation."

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roch-neth = colt
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20

Legolas had been pleading and crying for a long time, but Glorfindel would not spare his brother, no
matter what Legolas tried. Finally, Legolas fell into an exhausted sleep, only to wake up some time
later and find Glorfindel gone. Surely Glorfindel had been summoned by Elrond to state his opinion
on the coming decisions... and Legolas knew what he had to do. He had sworn to obey Glorfindel's
every word, but... Celeirdúr was his brother! He could not simply lie in his bed and wait for
Glorfindel to return while his brother was raped in the same house!

No, that was something nobody should have to endure, no matter what he had done.

Slowly, Legolas dressed and left his room. There were not may elves around, most had duties to
attend to at this time of the day, and the few servants he met while he slowly made his way to the
wing where Elladan's rooms were located did not seem to take much notice of him.

After all, he was just a slave, he thought bitterly. Weak, young, pregnant... what harm could he do?
They probably thought that Glorfindel had ordered him to meet him somewhere, after all it was
well-known that he would do everything he was told, that there was no limit to his submission ever
since he had knelt before Glorfindel and pleaded for his life and that of his child on that fateful
day when his identity was revealed.

Glorfindel had made it clear that Legolas was his and that he would allow nobody else to touch him,
and yet, when Glorfindel was not there to see, the oher inhabitants of Imladris took great pleasure
in humiliating him further. It were the small things which hurt the most... the whispered insults,
the knowing glances when he moved slowly in the mornings because Glorfindel had taken him so hard in
the night, the touches when nobody was looking... he hated it, but he could do nothing against it.
Yes, Glorfindel would most probably be furious if he found out that others had been touching him,
but he just could not bring himself to tell Glorfindel about it. His situation was bad enough as it
was, he did not need to run crying to Glorfindel because he was too weak to protect himself. And the
touches never grew much bolder than a hand slipping up his thigh under the cover of the tablecloth,
or cupping his buttocks when Glorfindel was not looking in his direction... he felt ashamed because
he had to endure them, but worse things had happened to him, and so he simply tried to ignore it and
stayed as close to Glorfindel as possible.

Now, though, he was on his own, but thankfully nobody seemed to have the time to torment him, and he
reached the hallway which led to Elladan's rooms without being asked where he was going.

He hesitated in front of the door. After all, he really had no idea what he was doing here, he just
knew that he somehow could not allow his brother to get hurt -- and then he heard the sounds coming
from inside, a pained groan, amused laughter...

He opened the door without thinking, barging in to save his brother, but the only thing he managed
was to run into Haldir's back who quickly overcame his surprise and restrained the struggling youth.

"What do we have here?" he said in delight. "See, Celeirdúr, your brother wants to join us... isn't
that nice of him?"

Legolas paled when his gaze fell on the bed. His brother lay there, his hands tied to the bed, his
legs spread and held down by Elladan who --

Legolas shook his head wildly, tears coming to his eyes. "Let him go, please! Please!"

But the only thing his words achieved was a slow grin from Elladan who pushed the smooth, wooden
implement he held in his hand deeper into the helpless body of Celeirdúr, coaxing another groan from
the proud prince. Celeirdúr's body was slick with sweat from his struggles, his body decorated with
welts, scratches and bruises, testimony to his unbroken resistance.

"Don't do this!" Legolas pleaded, struggling wildly in Haldir's arms, but the Lórien elf did not let
him go.

"Oh, why shouldn't we? He is our prisoner and we fully intend to make good use of this situation.
After all, it is rather unfair that Gorfindel should be the only one with a tame princeling of his
own..."

Hot air from Haldir's soft laughter was breathed against his ears, made him shudder and cringe.

"Stop it, please! I'll do anything!" he offered in despair when Elladan's movements forced another
whimper from his brother's lips. Celeirdúr had to be in terrible pain -- Legolas knew that he would
never allow his enemies to hear those sounds otherwise. And from what he could see, Haldir and
Elladan seemed to have used the time he had spent sleeping in Glorfindel's bed... there was dried
semen on his thighs, on his face, traces of blood on the sheets.

"But what can you give us that your brother here can't? And after all Glorfindel would not like it
if we touched you... although, it is your own fault for coming here... hmm, what do you think,
Elladan? Two princes for us?"

"I am not sure... would Glorfindel not be angry?" Elladan mused although it was very obvious that he
liked the idea, the way his breath quickened when he let his eyes rest on the frightened Legolas.
"But then, he came here on his own..."

"Yes, and he is practically begging for it," Haldir purred and circled one of Legolas' nipples with
his fingers.

"Ai... no..." Legolas moaned and squirmed in Haldir's arms. The Galadhrim chuckled.

"I've seen how sensitive you are there yesterday, little one... I could make you come like this,
couldn't I? I could make you come just from rubbing your nipples while you watch your brother suffer
under Elladan's hands..."

"Let him go!" Legolas begged brokenly, "please, anything, I'll do it..."

"But your brother will do anything either," Haldir told him seductively. "Give me a good reason, and
I might think about it!"

"Oh, I have an idea," Elladan said maliciously and turned Celeirdúr around, so that he laid on his
back. Elladan wrapped one hand around the Sindar's straining erection and stroked it for some
seconds until he stopped again to instead play with the leather band he had tightly tied around the
base of the swollen shaft. "Your precious brother here, I think he really, really wants release. I
did not intend to grant him this, of course, but now... there is a way for you to get me to take
this off and leave him be for today."

"Tell me, I'll do anything!" Legolas instantly said.

"I want to see you pleasure him with your pretty little mouth," Elladan smiled.

Legolas paled and slowly shook his head. "He is my *brother*!" he pleaded. "Please! You cannot ask
this of me!"

"Oh, but we can, and we do!" Haldir answered. He sounded breathless, and from the hardness which was
pressing against Legolas' thigh, it seemed like he liked the idea very much.

"Go on, do it... or we will keep your brother entertained until he can't even scream anymore!"
Elladan underlined his threat with another twist of the object inside Celeirdúr, forcing another
choked groan.

"No!" the bound prince moaned despite his situation, "No, just... go away, 'lass!"

Legolas sobbed when Haldir forced him forward and pushed him down onto the bed next to Celeirdúr.
"Go away..." the prince repeated weakly when Legolas gently touched his cheek, crying silent tears
at the pain in his brother's eyes.

"Please don't, please," he begged helplessly, but Haldir only laughed at him and shook his head.

"Look how prettily he has learned to beg... I shall have to ask Glorfindel how he did this, after
all, his prideful brother still refuses to beg."

"I will tell you if you tell me what exactly you are doing here," Glorfindel answered with an icy
smile and closed the door behind him. "I do not recall allowing you to play with my little prince as
well!"

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Since the name "Legolas" consists of the words "laeg = green" and "lass = leaf", I decided that a
shortened nickname would simply consist of the word "lass" -- I doubt that any elf would ever use a
nickname such as 'Leggy' ;-)
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