Fan Fiction ❯ Anestel ❯ Chapter 21-34 ( Chapter 3 )

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Title: Anestel
Part: 21-28/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@freenet.de)
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, d/s, (very light) incest
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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21

"Oh, he came to us of his own accord... perhaps you should teach him better," Haldir smirked. "Do
not worry, we did not intend to touch him."

"Really," Glorfindel said slowly. "Why is it then that he is on the bed? You should simply have sent
him back to me!"

"He did not want to go..."

"Really," Glorfindel repeated with a disbelieving smile. He fixed his eyes on Legolas. "You know
that you acted against my orders? I did not allow you to leave my rooms!"

"I had to, my Lord!" Legolas whispered, "Can you not understand that? I did not want to disobey, but
I cannot... I cannot just lie in your bed knowing that my brother..." He choked on the words. More
tears began to run down his face, blinding him when he helplessly began to tug at the ropes tieing
his brother to the bed.

"Don't, just... leave me, 'lass!" Celeirdúr gasped. His chest was heaving with each shallow breath,
showing the strength it must cost him not to cry out in pain.

"Now come, Glorfindel, you're spoiling all our fun! Just take your little princeling wih you and
leave us to play with *our* prince!" Elladan said with obvious impatience and tugged at the wooden
object, only to push it back in hard some seconds later. Celeirdúr tensed, tears springing to his
eyes, and Legolas pulled helplessly at Elladan, trying to get him away from his brother, although as
Elladan was older and heavier, he did not succeed.

"Stop it!" Legolas sobbed finally, "Do not hurt him, I will do it, I will do it!"

"You will do *what*, roch-neth?" Glorfindel all but growled. "What exactly is going on here, and
don't you dare lying to me again, Elladan!"

"Oh, very well..." Elladan sighed and shook his head. "Your little prince here kept telling us he'd
do anything if we would just release his brother -- and, well, I wanted to see if that was indeed
true."

"And what did you want him to do?" Glorfindel asked, his voice dangerously calm.

"Oh, do not get so angry, we did not want to hurt him... we just wanted to watch him give pleasure
to his brother with that sweet, soft mouth of his!"

"I'll do it, I'll do it, just let him be!" Legolas sobbed brokenly, still pushing at Elladan without
any success.

"Stop it, Legolas!" Glorfindel ordered sharply, and Legolas immediately obeyed, the shock at
Glorfindel's sudden outburst enough to stop his tears for the moment. "And you, take that thing out
of Celeirdúr, Elladan!"

He waited until the young Noldo had sullenly obeyed, then continued to glare at the inhabitants of
the room.

"I did allow you to play with Celeirdúr, but I think you have just lost this chance. I do not know
what gave you the impression that you could keep Legolas here and order him around -- I thought I
made it quite clear that he is mine, and mine alone. I have no lordship over you, Haldir, but
Elladan would do well to remember that he isn't yet too old to get spanked if he behaves like a
child!"

Elladan opened his mouth to protest but a stern, icy glance from Glorfindel quickly shut him up
again.

"And now to you, pen-neth... you disobeyed me."

"Yes, but, please, I didn't mean --"

"Did you, or did you not disobey me?" Glorfindel interrupted him with obvious impatience. Legolas
flinched.

"Yes, my Lord."

"So you would agree that you have earned punishment?"

"Yes, my Lord..." Legolas repeated, softer this time.

"Not so long ago you promised me you would do everything I told you -- is that still true?"

"Yes, yes of course!" Legolas swallowed but did not take his eyes from Glorfindel's face. He knew
that he would be punished now, and in front of Elladan and Haldir, in front of his brother! But
after all, Glorfindel was right, this was his own fault. He would accept the punishment, would not
plead and bring even more shame on himself.

"So then, show me that you are still willing to obey -- and make my coming here worthwhile. Kiss
your brother," Glorfindel commanded matter-of-factly.

"K-kiss him?" Legolas was surprised, but at the impatient, almost angry nod from Glorfindel, he
quickly bent down to where his exhausted brother's head rested on the bed. Carefully he wiped away
the tears on his cheeks and then pressed his mouth to Celeirdúr's bitten lips in a gentle and chaste
kiss. His brother did not move, did not even flinch at his touch, but his eyes remained full of
despair and hate, despite the shaky smile with which Legolas tried to send him some strength.

"Oh no, hên lend. Not that kind of kiss! Entertain me, entertain *us*... kiss him the way you would
kiss me!" Glorfindel ordered with detached amusement at the horror in Legolas' eyes.

"No, please, *please*..."

"Ah, no pleading, little one. Either you do this and I'll end this, or I'll take you back with me
and leave your brother to the attentions of those two. It is your decision, but do hurry... there
are other things waiting for me."

"No 'lass, don't do it..." Celeirdúr groaned, but Legolas shook his head in silent despair.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into his brother's hair, "I'm sorry, hate me if you want..." and then he
laid one hand against Celeirdúr's cheek, guiding the blood-stained lips to his own. Legolas closed
his eyes, trying to flee from the accusation in his brother's gaze. There was no other way than
this, no... he would rather earn himself Celeirdúr's never-ending hate than see him suffer. His lips
trembled against those of his brother which were hard, resisting, but finally they slackened with a
weak sigh and Legolas gently parted them with his tongue. He felt sickened at the thought of what he
did, of how pleased Elladan and Haldir must be, but he could see no other way... slowly he pushed
his tongue deeper into Celeirdúr's mouth. In vain he tried to block out the unfamiliar taste, tried
to tell himself that it was Glorfindel he was kissing, it was not working, not when he could smell
the familiar scent of Mirkwood in his brother's hair.

"Yes, that's good, roch-neth..." Glorfindel purred into his ear, his arms coming around him,
slipping inside his tunic to tease his sensitive nipples. "Show me how much you want to obey me..."

Legolas was trembling, but he kept exploring his brother's mouth until Celeirdúr wearily sighed into
the kiss and began to participate. Legolas had always known that his brother was considered a flirt
by the female elves, an agressive lover with irresistible charm -- but he would never have thought
that one day he would get to know the truth behind this reputation himself. Celeirdúr's tongue
chased his, followed it back into his mouth as he had apparently decided to at least end this
quickly if he could not stop it, and Legolas whimpered softly, surprised by the sudden
aggressiveness.

"That's it, surrender, little one..." Glorfindel breathed and slipped one hand inside Legolas'
leggings to stroke his swollen member. Legolas moaned into the kiss, shuddered, then came all over
Glorfindel's hand while gently sucking on his brother's tongue.

Tenderly, Glorfidel pulled him back and let him rest in his arms.

"That was nice, very very nice, cunneth... you have earned your brother's freedom, at least for
today," he promised and then cut Celeirdúr free. The Sindar prince was too weak to sit up, but he
cradled his hands close to his body, the skin at his wrists red and abrased from his struggles.

"Can you walk?" Glorfindel asked, then sighed when Celeirdúr tried to sit up only to fall back
again. He pulled him into his arms despite the weak struggling, then motioned the silently trembling
Legolas to follow him.

"What are you doing?" Haldir asked annoyed. "You promised him to us!"

"Yes, and now I'll take him with me, as Legolas did what I asked of him and you both very obviously
do not deserve a reward," he hissed with newly kindled anger at the arrogance in Haldir's voice.

"But that is not fair!" Elladan complained.

"Oh, stop whining! You could learn a lesson from your twin -- Elrohir is studying now without
causing any problems!"

"Studying!" Elladan snorted. "The fool is drooling over Erestor, has been for years -- although
everybody knows that for Erestor sex is almost as repugnant as Thranduil himself!"

"Enough! I do not want to hear your childish squabbling!" Glorfindel said enraged and opened the
door only to quickly close it behind him when Legolas had followed him, barricading it shut with a
thick wooden bolt before Elladan had the time to realize what he was doing. "We used this when he
had to rest because of an illness... no other way to get him to stay in bed," he grinned at Legolas'
questioning look. "Now they can entertain each other in there... let's see who of the two will still
be alive tomorrow."

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roch-neth = colt
pen-neth = young one
hên lend = sweet child
cunneth = princeling
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22

Glorfindel put Celeirdúr down on the bed, then rummaged through some drawers until he had found a
yellowish ointment and some white cloth. Together with a bowl of warm water he set it down next to
the bed, then drew Legolas into his arms who had been silent so far.

"Come, little one, you need to rest," he said gently and pushed Legolas down onto the bed. "You know
that you are not supposed to run around so much, you must be terribly exhausted. Rest, I will go and
get something to eat for you."

Then he turned to Celeirdúr who had turned to his side and had finally managed to fumble off the
thin leather band which had held his organ bound. He groaned, his fingers tensing in the shets while
he tried hard not to embarass himself by touching himself while Glorfindel was watching.

"Oh, go ahead, I don't mind," Glorfindel told him airily.

Celeirdúr just smiled, a cold, arrogant smile and got up. "I am not as weak as my brother -- I do
not follow every dictate of my body!"

"Even if that is so," Glorfindel answered without showing his anger at this new slight of Legolas,
"you would do well to rest, you should look after your wounds and sleep for a while."

"I will not share one bed with him! Haven't you yet seen enough of our *closeness*?"

"Stay on the ground then, I do not care," Glorfindel said angrily. "But if I come back and find out
that you have done so much as even looked at him in a way which causes him agitation, you will wish
you were still back in Elladan's rooms. Do you understand?"

Celeirdúr snorted. "You of all people are trying to protect my little brother from me... Yes," he
then added quickly after Glorfindel took a threatening step closer to him, "I won't harm him, do not
worry."

Glorfindel frowned at the insolence in his voice but left nevertheless, leaving Legolas alone with
his brother.

The youth swallowed nervously and finally dared to shyly glance at his brother. "Are you... angry
with me?" he ventured softly. "I understand if you are... I am sorry."

Celeirdúr shook his head and sighed, half amused, half angry. "Because of what you did to free me?
No, 'lass, do not worry, I will survive it, I am sure..."

"I just wanted... you... I am not..."

"Do not worry," Celeirdúr repeated, and this time the amusement won over the anger. "You are very
young and he knows how to play you. Do not feel ashamed for the pleasure that was forced on you."

"Do you not want to share my bed? You are hurt, and it is cold on the ground..."

"No, I am fine."

"So you will never forgive me?"

Celeirdúr snorted. "No, 'lass, there are some things I just cannot forgive... you surrender to him
willingly, I have seen it. You enjoy it when he touches you, don't you?"

"And what if I do?" Legolas said, his anger finally winning against his shame. "I am *alone* and he
is the only one I have left! The only one in all of Middle-Earth who cares whether I live or die...
perhaps this seems pathetic to you, but I do not want to lose him, he is all I have."

"And this is what father as a king of our people will never be able to forgive. To depend on a Noldo
like this, of your own free will..." Celeirdúr shook his head, his voice tired. "It is enough, I do
not want to argue with you. Stay in your bed and let him pamper you, I will tend to my own wounds
here."

Legolas lowered his gaze. "If I am so disgusting to you, I will leave the bed to you... you are in
pain, lie down." He got up and sat down on a chair, wrapping one arm protectively around his belly.
Apparently his child had not liked all the disturbing events today, for he could feel its movement
inside himself. He groaned softly at a particularly hard kick, gently rubbed his belly to calm his
child, but it was no use. He sighed wearily, shook his head. Not much longer... one month, two
months perhaps, Elrond had said. He was growing so exhausted and Glorfindel had been worrying so
much because he still could not eat much... he would be happy once it was over, very happy, and he
could only hope that Glorfindel would not make good on his promise to make him bear more of his
heirs -- at least not immediately.

"Legolas? Is everything right with you?" his brother asked with a slight frown on his face. "Are you
in pain?"

Wearily, Legolas shook his head. "Nay, I am just tired, and my child is moving so much... it will
become a proud warrior, I think." He smiled dreamily as he tried to imagine what it would be like to
have a child of his own. Then he sighed again at another kick. "I wish it would settle down, though
-- it doesn't let me rest."

Celeirdúr glanced at him, his indecision clearly visible in the way he opened his mouth and then
closed it again. Finally he shook his head. "This is folly. You are weary, lie down. This bed is big
enough for both of us, it would be big enough for six!"

Legolas raised his eyes at these unexpected words, his hurt pride at being rejected and his
exhaustion warring within him -- and finally exhaustion won. As comfortable as that chair was, it
could not be compared to a soft bed. And furthermore, Glorfindel would be angry with him if he found
out that he had not rested like he had ordered...

The thought of once again earning himself Glorfindel's anger finally made him get up gingerly and
lie down on the bed, careful to keep us much distance to the body of his brother as possible. He was
tense, did not know if his brother really had finally decided to stop his agression towards him or
if it would start anew once he was rested... but he did not care now. All that mattered was that he
could relax, and that his child seemed to have fallen back asleep finally. With a small smile he
rested one hand on his swollen belly, silently wishing his child a peaceful and undisturbed sleep.
When he felt his brother's body close to him all of a sudden, he flinched. He turned his head,
expecting more accusations and derision, but there was a strange light in his brother's eyes.

"May I?" Celeirdúr asked, surprising his brother yet again. After Legolas' somewhat baffled nod, he
carefully reached out to touch Legolas' belly. "Can I see it?"

"Of course..." Legolas said, but the shakiness of his voice somehow belied those words. With
trembling fingers he opened his tunic and pulled it away, baring the swell of his belly to
Celeirdúr's curious touch.

"It is strange to see you with child..." Celeirdúr mused, running his fingers up and down the
rounded belly. "And you are still so young yourself..." Wordlessly, Legolas took one of his
brother's hands and pressed it against the side of his belly. He smiled happily when Celeirdúr's
eyes widened. "Is that..."

Legolas nodded. "Yes, isn't it wonderful?"

Celeirdúr sighed and shook his head, one of his hands gently combing through Legolas' hair. "And
still, you shouldn't have to suffer through this..."

"Hush, let us not talk about this again. Rest, I know you must be tired," Legolas said, and he was
so tired himself that he couldn't surpress a small yawn. Celeirdúr's smile was both sad and full of
tenderness as he kept his hand on Legolas' belly, feeling the light movements inside him while he
fell asleep.

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23

When Glorfindel returned and found both brothers asleep, he decided not to wake them and leave them
to their rest. Legolas needed all the sleep he could get, and there would be time to make him eat
something later. Instead, he returned to Elrond's study where the Lord of Imladris was already
discussing their further actions with both Celeborn and Erestor. They were arguing, Celeborn wanted
to keep Celeirdúr and get information out of him about his father's plans while Elrond would rather
use him for negotiations with his father. Finally it was decided that a message would be sent to
Thranduil, carefully and diplomatically worded, and the king's reaction would then guide their next
decisions.

It took several weeks until the messenger returned with an answer, and it was not an answer Elrond
could accept. So more messengers passed, until finally a treaty was signed. It was not the way
Elrond would have thought it would happen, but at least this was the first chance for peace in a
very long time, and since this was something he desired more than anything else, he gave in and
accepted Thranduil's condition.

Celeirdúr would be sent home to Mirkwood, and in return his brother Galuron would be given as a
hostage to live in Lórien while Elrond's son Elrohir as a garant for Imladris' wish for peace would
live in Mirkwood.
It was a compromise Elrond was not happy with for he did not want to part from his child, and the
twins themselves were used to spend most of their time together, but this was the only way Thranduil
would agree to give his own son to Lórien. And only this way a more permanent peace could be
established, for as long as Galuron was living in Lothlórien, Thranduil would not risk his life by
violating the treaty, while on the other hand he could be sure that Elrond would not harm his people
either as long as Elrohir was in his hands.

Elrohir took his father's decision without any visible reaction although Elladan tried everything to
change his twin's fate, but to no avail. The elves had waited too long for a chance like this, and
finally even Elladan had to accept that there was no other way. Elrohir on the other hand seemed
almost glad to escape Imladris. He tried to speed up the preparations as much as possible, and so
barely two days passed until the small group of guards with Elrohir at the front and a very
disgruntled looking Celeirdúr in their midst left the valley while at the same time Galuron left
Mirkwod heading for Lórien.

Legolas spent the day of his brother's departure in bed, sulking because Glorfindel would not let
him get up to see his brother one last time. After the day when Legolas had rescued his brother from
Elladan's room, Celeirdúr had been taken back to a small, guarded room and Legolas was only allowed
to see him for a few minutes every day. And now he would never be able to see him again... after
all, Celeirdúr had made his position clear. Even if there was still a little love left for his
younger brother, he would never go against his father's order. He would never return to Imladris,
and Legolas would never be allowed to return to Mirkwood, and so Legolas hid under the blanket and
cried with loneliness and homesickness.

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Glorfindel was not sure when it had started. All he knew was that some time in the night, the sounds
of distress coming from Legolas had woken him. The youth lay curled up as far away as possible, his
arms tightly wrapped around his body. He was so tense that Glorfindel was almost surprised when
Legolas didn't jump at the carefully extended hand which was supposed to turn him around and yet
flinched back when it met with clammy, wet skin.

"Legolas? What is it?" Glorfindel asked. He could smell the fear in Legolas' sweat, fear and pain,
the scent had filled the room and gave testimony to the young elf's silent, hourlong fight against
the pain in the dark, until he had finally no longer been able to bear the pain silently.

"What is wrong? Are you in pain?" He sat up and brushed Legolas' hair away from his face, frowning
when he found Legolas' pupils widened, dark with pain and the effort it meant not to cry out.

Finally Legolas blinked and raised a weak hand to wipe at the sweat on his face. "Glorfindel...?" he
breathed, then whimpered at a new wave of pain. "It... it hurts!" he gasped. "I'm sorry, I...didn't
want to... wake you..."

"Idiot!" Glorfindel cursed, then immediately lowered his voice when Legolas flinched back from him.
"You should have woken me immediately! Where does it hurt? Should I get Elrond?"

"It's... the child, I think..." Legolas moaned. He tensed again with pain, fresh tears welling up in
his eyes. He did not even realize that Glorfindel had left the room in search of the healer, all he
knew was the pain which seemed to tear his body apart.

When Glorfindel finally returned with Elrond, Legolas' condition had not changed. He was wet with
sweat and shaking, his breath coming in short, painful gasps. Elrond only had to take one single
look at him to know what was happening.

"Can you carry him?" he asked Glorfindel. "Be careful, but try to hurry. I'll go ahead and prepare
everything!"

Glorfindel nodded without really listening to his words, he was too distracted by Legolas' pallor
and pained moans. "Shh, roch-neth, don't be afraid!" he tried to reassure him while he carefully
gathered him up into his arms. Legolas clung to him, his eyes unfocused as the pain inside his body
claimed all of his strength. Every now and then he would groan aloud at a new wave of pain and
Glorfindel would run faster until they finally reached the room in which Elrond had already prepared
a bed for Legolas.

"Good, lay him down," the darkhaired elf commanded and then carefully pulled Legolas' arms away from
his belly so that he could rests his own hands on it, closing his eyes as he focused on what was
happening inside the youth's body.

"It hurts!" Legolas sobbed when the pain returned stronger than before. "Hurts... so much!"

Glorfindel watched Elrond, visibly shaken by what was happening. He sat at the end of the bed,
Legolas' head resting in his lap, nervously running his fingers through the sweat-soaked golden
tresses in an attempt to calm the Sindar -- or calm himself, as he was almost as distraught as
Legolas. "What is it, Elrond? Tell me!"

Elrond sighed and shook his head. "Do not worry, Glorfindel, so far everything seems to progress
normally. His body is preparing the way it should, the birth passage will soon open. That is why he
is in such pain... I would give him something against it, but I don't dare to, he is too weak
already... Do you hear me, little one? You will have to bear the pain. It will get even worse later
on, but it can't be helped!"

Legolas sobbed at his words and turned his tear-stained face against Glorfindel's body. "Make it
stop, please..." he begged weakly, "please! Hurts... too much!"

Glorfindel shook his head. "I can't, roch-neth! I'm sorry..."

Legolas whimpered, his hands gripping Glorfindel's tunic so hard that a seam ripped open. "Stop it,
stop it..." he continued to plead, but the only thing Glorfindel could do was to caress his
sweat-soaked hair and hold him when another wave of pain ripped through him. Glorfindel had no idea
how long this continued, it felt like hours to him and from the way it began to get brighter outside
it certainly had been hours. Still, despite the pain which seemed to steadily grow worse, nothing
had happened so far. Legolas was so exhausted by now that, once the pain lessened, he fell into an
unrestful, light sleep, only to be awakened some minutes later by a new wave of pain which seemed to
tear him apart inside. He had screamed so much already that his voice was raspy, but his body still
refused to go on with the birth.

"How much longer?" Glorfindel finally asked when Legolas had once again succumbed to his exhaustion.

Elrond shook his head. "I cannot say... it can take hours, and I think it *will* take hours, as weak
as he is. But exactly because he *is* so weak I am afraid for him if it takes much longer. I do not
know how long his body can withstand this exertion..."

Glorfindel closed his eyes and bowed his head. He had already suspected this, but to hear it from
Elrond gave it a terrible, finite reality. "You cannot die, princeling, do you hear me?" he growled
finally, not caring what Elrond might think of him. "You belong to me and I won't allow it! Fight!
Or are you really as weak as your father thinks?"

Legolas sobbed softly although he was already too far gone to be able to understand what was being
said. He moaned Glorfindel's name, then screamed again as the pain once more returned and tore at
his body. Finally everything was silent again, the only sound in the room the rasping, shallow
breathing of Legolas, while Glorfindel closed his eyes in despair and held the thin, shaking body
close.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
roch-neth = colt
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24

Glorfindel had thought it impossible that Legolas would be able to withstand any more pain, and yet,
hours later, the youth was still shaking in his arms, his body feverish and wet with sweat, and
still his body wasn't yet fully prepared for the birth. And Glorfindel could do nothing for him but
hold him and try to soothe him, although he did not think that Legolas could understand what was
being said to him.

Once more Legolas tensed and cried out with the pain, and again Glorfindel tightened his hold of him
to prevent him from hurting himself. Elrond sighed and looked up at his seneschal, shaking his head.
Some time ago the birth passage had opened, and now the air in the room smelled not only of fear and
of pain but also of blood, reminding Glorfindel of the various battlefields he had seen, and also of
the many friends he had lost there. But no, he would not lose Legolas, he could not... he had
promised the youth to care for him and protect him in return for his submission, and he would keep
what he had promised.

"Do something!" he told Elrond. "Something has to happen! You must see that Legolas will not be able
to hold out much longer!" Gently he smoothed a wet strand away from the pale face but Legolas kept
his eyes closed, no longer reacting to what was happening around him.

"But there is nothing I can do! I already told him, he is too weak for a potion against the pain,
those would pull him down and never let him wake again. The only thing we can do is wait."

"But we waited for so long already! How much longer is this supposed to take? He is... he is *pale*,
Elrond! He has lost so much blood!"

"I know, my friend... but there is nothing I can do! We must wait for his body to do the work. The
opening has to widen more before the birth can begin."

Glorfindel gritted his teeth and concentrated on holding Legolas who once again began to weakly
struggle against the pain inside him. Of course it was no use to get angry, of course he knew that
there was nothing they could do to speed this up, but... he could not bear the waiting! Not when
Legolas was in so much pain! Yes, Glorfindel might like it to cause his lovers a little pain, but he
knew when to stop, knew when he had reached someone's limits. But this was so beyond anything he
would ever have asked Legolas to bear for him...

Legolas tensed once more and weakly gasped his name, causing Glorfindel to grow even more agitated.
Legolas looked to him for help, he trusted him, and while this was exactly what Glorfindel wanted,
there wasn't anything he could do now to help the Sindar. He felt like he had somehow betrayed the
youth, and this feeling was something he did not particularly like.

"Damn it!" he finally exploded when Legolas shuddered once more in his arms, more blood spilling
onto the sheets between his legs. "He is going to die!"

"Yes," Elrond said calmly. "He will if you continue like this. You are not making this any easier!
Just be silent, close your eyes if you have to, and hold him. Don't let him slip away! If you
continue like this, he might just decide that all this pain isn't worth it if his only reward is to
be being yelled at by you!"

"What?"
Glorfindel stared at Elrond, silenced by his sharp words. He hated Elrond for being able to stay so
calm although the situation was becoming more and more dangerous for Legolas, but despite his
agitation, he was still able to see the reason behind Elrond's words.
"I'm sorry," he finally apologized, "I know that this is hard for you as well. I'm just..."

"Afraid?" Elrond finished for him with a slight smile. "Have you come to care for him so much?"

"No, it is just..." Glorfindel sighed and shook his head as he watched Legolas relax when the pain
lessened for a short while. The youth was so pale that his skin seemed almost translucent, but
although his face was reddened and wet with his tears, sweat-soaked strands of hair sticking to his
cheeks, he still seemed to touch something deep inside Glorfindel, made him want to hold, to own, to
protect.

"He is mine. *Mine*! And although he without doubt thinks me cruel, I care for what is mine. He
belongs to me, and now I feel like I have failed him."

"His suffering is not your fault," Elrond pointed out as gently as possible. "You could not have
known that he would get pregnant."

"Ah, but this is exactly why I feel this way now! He should not suffer so, only I have the right to
decide when he has deserved to feel pain, and only by my hands!"

Elrond laughed. "You, my friend," he said with affection, "are the most possessive and arrogant
bastard I have ever met."

"Which is my I have been your friend for millenia!" Glorfindel retorted with a smirk. He felt a
little better now -- without doubt Elrond had done this in full knowledge of this, knowing that he
would need the feeling of normality their banter brought him. But right now Glorfindel did not mind
being manipulated, not when it resulted in feeling even only slightly better.

He pressed a gentle kiss into Legolas' hair, then resigned himself once more to holding the youth
through the waves of pain. As he had done before, he tried to soothe Legolas when the pain receded
and focused all of his energy on the shaking body in his arms, and now, finally, Elrond smiled up at
him when he inspected the opening.

"It is wide enough now... if we are lucky, this will soon be over."

"Ah, thank you, Elbereth," Glorfindel whispered against Legolas' cheek. The young Sindar sighed
tiredly in response, his body relaxing for a moment until new pain, worse than before, made his body
convulse in Glorfindel's arms and the small room was once again filled with his screams.

Sometimes Glorfindel thought it would never end, that Legolas would die before the child would be
born, but somehow, although the time seemed to stretch infinitely, Legolas screamed one last time
and then fell back into Glorfindel's arms while Elrond wrapped a white towel around the child.
Gently he laid it into the trembling arms of the youth and then smiled at Glorfindel. "You have a
son, congratulations!"

"A son..." Glorfindel repeated softly as he looked at the tiny being in rapt fascination, then gave
Legolas a tender kiss. "You have done it, little one, see how beautiful he is!"

Legolas smiled at his child, then, with a weary sigh, turned his face against Glorfindel's chest and
almost immediately succumbed to his exhaustion.

"Do not worry," Elrond told Glorfindel before his seneschal could even ask. "He is very, very weak,
but I think he is no longer in any danger. Let him rest, I will dress the wound before he loses even
more blood. You can... ah, just continue what you're doing," he smiled when he realized that
Glorfindel had taken the child into his arms and was now gazing into the tiny face with so much
wonder and love that Elrond thought it best to leave them undisturbed and returned to his medical
work.

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

25

Three days passed until Legolas could return to Glorfindel's rooms, and another three days until he
was allowed to go outside for the first time. The sun was shining, and although it was still a
little too cold for Legolas' liking, he enjoyed feeling the warms rays of the sun on his skin.
Glorfindel spread a blanket beneath Legolas' favourite tree which carried its first green leaves of
the year and then sat down, resting with his back against the tree so that Legolas could sit down
between his legs. Their child which had been carefully wrapped in several warm blankets to protect
it from the cold air chose that moment to wake up and look at the green around him in fascination.

Legolas smiled. "Isn't he beautiful?" he said softly. "I have never seen anything more wonderful..."

"Oh yes, he is," Glorfindel readily admitted and reached out to carefully caress the soft, golden
hair which lightly covered their son's head.

"He has inherited your curls, I think. I'll have a hard time braiding them we he grows older."

"Oh, do you want to insinuate that my hair is unruly?" Glorfindel asked with mock anger.

"Of course not, my Lord! Although... " Legolas pulled one of Glorfindel's braids forward, "this one
here's already halfway open, but that has probably nothing at all to do with the texture of your
hair..."

"Cocky little princeling... there is of course still the matter of your punishment," Glorfindel
mused, tilting his head to the side so as to be better able to watch a slight blush suffuse Legolas'
cheeks at the word punishment.

Legolas held his breath, his eyes widening a little. He had almost forgotten about this... but of
course Glorfindel would remember it. "What... exactly are you going to do to me?"

"Ahh, what do you think, little one? I promised you the cane, and I always keep my promises..."

Legolas shuddered at the dark amusement with which the threat was delivered. Glorfindel would enjoy
it, and he... he would suffer, because there was no way that it would not be extremely painful for
him. Yes, being spanked hadn't been that bad, although it was terribly embarassing to be punished
like a child, but this...

"When will you do it?" he asked weakly.

"Oh, not right now, do not worry. I'll give you some more days to get your strength back, after all,
I want my fun to last..." Glorfindel breathed into his ear.

Legolas swallowed. He did not like the sound of this... but then, there was no way that this could
be more painful than giving birth to their son. He clung to that thought, although it did not much
to reassure him. Even if the physical discomfort would be bearable, Glorfindel always found a way to
embarass and humiliate him. And surely it would grow even worse now that he had given birth... he
wondered what comments he would have to endure during dinner. He had not been in the company of
other elves but Glorfindel and Elrond since the birth, but now that the Lord of Imladris had
declared him fit to return to his usual activities, he would surely also expect him to have dinner
at his table.

At least now he had his son. It was enough to help him bear this life. No matter what the other
elves might call him, nothing could darken the joy it meant to hold this tiny being in his arms. His
son...

At that moment, the leaves above them parted and let some rays of bright sunlight pass. They
enveloped them in warmth and made the soft hair of their child glisten like gold.

"You chose the right name, see, even Arien agrees with you!" Legolas said with a tender smile. "Like
a crown of light... "

"Our little Gîlríon is going to dazzle everyone who looks at him." Glorfindel watched his son with
obvious affection, and with a sigh, Legolas settled more comfortably against him and closed his eyes
to enjoy the sunlight and the cool air.

After they had spent some more time dozing quietly in the sunlight, Gîlríon decided that he was
hungry again, and so Legolas unbuttoned the light robe he wore after taking a quick look around the
garden to make sure they were alone. Thankfully this small area was secluded enough that apart from
Glorfindel and himself, there were no other elves during the day unless they were searching for
Glorfindel. But right now, they seemed to be alone which reassured Legolas at least a little. It
would be very embarassing to have to feed his son in front of other people, not only because it felt
like such an intimate act to him but also because he still felt very insecure about the changes in
his body. He did not think that he could listen to any more jokes made about this...

His son, though, had no qualms whatsoever about feeding and latched hungrily onto his nipple.
Legolas gasped softly at the still unfamiliar sensation while Glorfindel chuckled and brushed his
fingertips teasingly against his other nipple, coaxing forth some droplets of milk which he then
licked from his fingers.

"Mmh, sweet, like everything about you," he purred and Legolas blushed. "In fact, I think I am
hungry for more of you... "

"Can we... go back inside?" Legolas asked hopefully, although the light in Glorfindel's eyes told
him that he would not get that chance.

"No. I want you in the sunlight. Why don't you undress for me, hmm?" Glorfindel had only to wait a
few moments until Legolas obeyed. The young Sindar knew how futile it would be to protest...
Glorfindel always got what he wanted, and the more Legolas protested, the more creative Glorfindel
got. It was easier to simply obey, especially since he didn't have any chance of succeeding with a
rebellion.

Carefully, he placed Gîlríon into a naturally grown cradle of the tree's roots, then fully
unbuttoned his robe and shrugged it off. Now he was more happy than ever that this part of the
garden was so secluded... he did not mind so much what Glorfindel might do to him, but he did not
need any spectators. It was humiliating enough as it was, to know that Glorfindel could play him so
perfectly that it wouldn't take long until he would beg for more of whatever the Noldo would deign
to give him.

"Pretty!" Glorfindel sighed. "Although I liked your round little belly, but you're beautiful either
way! Now come back here and undress me!"

Legolas quickly followed, his fingers trembling as he opened button after button to bare more and
more of the strong, golden body. Glorfindel smiled up at him as if he knew what Legolas was
thinking, and he probably did, the youth thought a little angrily. At least that would explain why
the Noldo always knew how to humiliate him best.

Legolas did not have any more time to ponder this question, though, because as soon as his robe slid
down his body, Glorfindel pushed hard against Legolas so that the Sindar suddenly found himself on
his back in the grass with a very aroused Glorfindel on top of him.

"Have you got oil with you?" Glorfindel asked impatiently and then sighed when Legolas silently
shook his head in answer. "Remember one thing: *I* do not care whether I take you with or without
oil. If you don't want to feel pain, you would do better from now on to always keep yourself oiled
for me, because I'm going to take you. Whenever I want. Whereever I want. Because you are *mine*! Do
you understand me?"

"Yes, my Lord..." Legolas answered a little breathless, but he immediately opened his mouth when
Glorfindel pressed two fingers to his lips and sucked on them with as much enthusiasm as he could
muster.

"Pretty *and* obedient... very good, roch-neth nin," Glorfindel smiled and laughed softly when he
saw Legolas blush at his words. "You do realize that it is up to you to make your life more easy,
little one..."

Even if Legolas would have wanted to answer, Glorfindel's fingers were still in his mouth and
prevented him from talking, and when Glorfindel finally pulled them out, Legolas quickly forgot
anything he would have liked to say. Glorfindel was impatient, and the quick preparation was by far
not enough to make it easier for Legolas when Glorfindel finally entered him. The Sindar tensed with
the pain, gasping for air while Glorfindel groaned with delight at his tightness and pushed even
deeper into him.

It hurt... and the pain didn't seem to end, flaring up inside him anew with each movement, until
Glorfindel pushed Legolas' thighs even further apart to take him at a slightly different angle, and
then there was burning pleasure mixing together with the pain of being stretched open so wide.
Legolas moaned and clutched at Glorfindel's arms. He pushed himself against him, urging him to take
him faster, deeper, and the Noldo gladly obliged. He bent down to nuzzle a red, swollen nipple,
lapped at the white droplets which welled up with each hard thrust and then suckled on it until the
sweet milk filled his mouth while Legolas moaned his name and writhed beneathe him.

When Legolas finally climaxed with a choked cry, the tightening of his muscles pushed the older elf
over the edge as well, and then the only sounds which could be heard were their fast breathing and
the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

Glorfindel stretched and rolled down from Legolas. The sunshine dried the sweat on his skin, a light
breeze cooling his overheated body. It felt good to lie here, breathe the fresh air with its promise
of flowers and feel Legolas' warmth at his side. Perhaps he should indeed do this more often
outside... especially since the youth was so easily embarassed. He grinned at the thought of Erestor
finding them thus, the darkhaired elf would probably be scandalized and never talk to him again --
it might make for an interesting change in their usual boring routine. Then he yawned and pulled
Legolas' closer, registering with satisfaction the way the youth nestled against him, already half
asleep. A quick glance at the tree showed Glorfindel that their soon was asleep as well... the
golden-haired Noldo smiled and wrapped an arm around Legolas, then relaxed and let his mind wander
the paths of elven dreams.

tbc...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gîlríon = light-crown
roch-neth nin = my colt
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


26

"Come inside, and close the door behind you!"

Legolas smiled at Glorfindel's casual command, a quick, nervous smile, but managed to close the door
and at the same time balance the bowl of fruits he was carrying with all of his usual grace.

"I thought you might be hungry!" he explained at Glorfindel's questioning glance. "You have been
working for so long, and you did not even pause for lunch..."

"It is so late already?" Glorfindel was visibly startled when he look outside and found that the sun
had indeed moved a great deal from the position it had been when he had first started his work on
the translations. "Ah, it is good then that I have you to take care of me."

Legolas smiled, pleased with the response and the affection the words carried. Slowly he moved
towards Glorfindel. He ignored the gesture which motioned for him to sit down on the desk in front
of Glorfindel, instead he set the bowl down and slid into his lap, his arms wrapping around the
Noldo's neck. He pressed some light, quick kisses against Glorfindel's throat, then looked up at him
with a teasing light in his eyes. "Do you want me to take care of you, my Lord? Is there anything I
can do for you?"

"Are you trying to impress me, little one? I must admit that it works... what brought on this
delightful change?"

Leglas blushed and pressed himself tightly against Glorfindel. He could feel the other elf's warmth,
the strong, muscular body beneath the soft robe -- and also the hardness against his thigh which
spoke of the success of his little plan. "I just want to please you, my Lord," he answered meekly
and was answered with soft laughter.

"Oh yes, I believe that you want to please me -- especially with the punishment still waiting for
you. But... I know you, pen-neth. There is something you aren't telling me. Do you want to tell me
of your own free will or should I *make* you tell me?"

Legolas turned his face away, his heart beating faster. "I... no, I... just..."

"Or is it that you *want* me to make you talk? Hmm? Is that it? Do not worry, little one, that can
be arranged, as that means that I will be very entertained..."

Legolas shook his head helplessly, and yet he couldn't look away from the eyes which held him
captive with their dark promise of things to come. He had been stupid to believe that he could trick
Glorfindel into something, the Noldo always seemed to look through anything he did like he was
indeed able to read his thoughts. But nevertheless... he could not tell him, could he? It would
probably just add to the punishment which was still looming on the horizon.

"I am sorry," he said dejectedly. "Please, I just wanted... wanted..."

"Yes?"

"Let me please you!" Legolas begged without shame, bowing his head in submission before he slipped
down onto the floor to kneel there while he began to shower the insides of Glorfindel's thighs with
passionate kisses which were slowly getting closer and closer to the growing bulge between
Glorfindel's legs.

The golden-haired elf laughed with amused affection but let him continue. "Ah, you are sweet, little
prince. So needy, so easily subdued... you *want* to be forced into submission! You'll soon learn to
beg me for it..."

"Yes, please!" Legolas begged again, no longer caring about what he might look like. After all,
there was not much honor left for him to defend... and he would gladly behave like a whore if that
took Glorfindel's mind away from Legolas' strange behaviour and the promised punishment.
With closed eyes he licked at the stretched fabric, kissed and nuzzled until the damp fabric tasted
of Glorfindel's arousal and the older elf growled impatiently.

"Up!" the Noldo ordered and then pushed Legolas down onto the desk, so that the youth's own hardness
pressed uncomfortably against the edge of the desk while his buttocks were on display for
Glorfindel's amusement. Legolas wriggled unhappily, trying to get more comfortable, but soon stopped
that after a hard slap. Still he couldn't supress the embarrassed whimper that escaped him when
Glorfindel pulled up his robe and left it bunched up around his waist.

"Oh, what have we here? What a naughty little prince..." Glorfindel chided when he saw that Legolas
was completely naked under his robe. "Do you need me to take you so badly?"

"Please..." Legolas gasped and spread his legs without being told to, offering himself completely.
He heard more of the soft, amused laughter and blushed as he realized that Glorfindel was able to
see that he had obeyed his order to always keep himself oiled. This was... humiliating! More so than
the actual task of oiling himself, because then at least he had been alone, but now...

"Very good!" Glorfindel drawled with a finger lightly brushing against his opening. "I see you have
remembered what I told you... tell me, did you like it? I can just picture it, how you moaned on my
bed when you pushed those long, slender fingers of yours into yourself, all alone and thinking of
me, knowing that you prepare yourself for my pleasure... my wanton little prince, did you have to
come to me because you could no longer bear it?"

Legolas sobbed. Glorfindel was right, at least partly... it had been strange to move like this, to
always feel the evidence that he was just a plaything which could be used at any moment, and yet he
had also been strangly aroused when he prepared himself. But how could he admit this?

"Please, use me for your pleasure, my Lord," he begged helplessly. Oh, there would never be any
escape from this life, not after the things Glorfindel made him do... how could he ever look anybody
into their eyes again after begging the Noldo for this?

"Do you want it? Do you want me?" Glorfindel asked and pressed his erection against the youth's firm
backside. "Tell me, beg for it... do you want me to fill you again? I'll take you so hard that you
won't be able to walk anymore, and yet tonight you'll beg me for more!"

"Yes! Yes, please!" Legolas sobbed. He tried to push back, to entice Glorfindel to finally stop
talking and *do* something, but the Noldo seemed to have a plan of his own.

"Ahh, you're too eager!" he chided. "I will have to teach you patience... it is a good thing then
that I wanted to play with you tonight and brought something with me!"

Legolas started when he heard the sound of a drawer being opened, but Glorfindel kept one hand on
his neck and pressed him down so that he was unable to see what the Noldo was doing. And then he
felt something being pushed inside him, something... different from what he had waited for. He
yelped, startled, and tried to move away but he couldn't escape Glorfindel's grip, and more of
whatever it was the older elf had brought with him was forced into him. It was hard and cool, and
also... round, Legolas decided with a gasp of surprise as the strange object suddenly found its way
completely into him.

"Shh, relax, little one..." Glorfindel purred. "You know you want this..."

Legolas only shook his head in silent protest, but he couldn't do anything but try to accept and
surrender to whatever Glorfindel wanted to do to him. And the Noldo didn't seem to be finished yet,
for another of the round objects was forced into him, stretching him uncomfortably and pushing the
other ball even deeper inside him. Legolas sobbed softly, not because it hurt but because he was
terrified. He had no idea what Glorfindel was doing to him, and yet he simply surrendered, wouldn't
protest... and his erection which was growing even harder showed only too well that some twisted
part of his mind was enjoying it. He was terrified because he realized that he was completely at the
Noldo's mercy and his only hope was that the elf would know when to stop, that he wouldn't want to
hurt him too much.

And so far, Glorfindel had been gentle with him -- at least he hadn't given him any lasting
injuries, nothing apart from the soreness which had to be expected, Legolas told himself. Still he
couldn't stop his body from trembling when more and more of those hard, round objects were pushed
into him, stretching and filling him more deeply than anything he had felt before.

Finally Glorfindel stopped and took a few steps back. Legolas was still trembling and felt hot,
feverish... he was sure that he was flushed and once more cursed his traitorous body. But he did not
dare to move... he knew that Glorfindel would like to watch him like this, helpless, spread and
filled, trembling for the older elf's touch. Surely Glorfindel would not leave him like this then,
surely he would touch him, take him, do anything but leave him like this!

"You look good this way!" Glorfindel said softly and touched Legolas' back, felt the muscles tense
and quiver beneath his hand. "There are five more balls left on the string. I want you to stay like
this, silent and without movement, waiting for me until I return. If you don't obey, you'll get to
know what it feels like to have all of this inside you." He tugged gently at the string and Legolas
groaned with helpless arousal. He did not want those strange wooden balls, he wanted Glorfindel,
wanted to be taken by that hard, strong body, wanted to achieve release and be held in a warm
embrace afterwards... but then he heard the door shut and knew that Glorfindel had gone and left him
behind here in the library. The Sindar whimpered and began to cry. This was horrible... what if
somebody came inside and found him like this? Legolas wished he had never started this, but now it
was too late and Glorfindel was gone, and no matter how degrading this was, Legolas knew that he
could not dare to disobey the Noldo's orders. He tried to relax as best as possible, but every
movement, no matter how small, reminded him of what was inside his body, and finally he abandoned
himself to crying miserably and hoping that Glorfindel would soon return and release him from this
cruel torment.

~~~~~~~~~

27

Just outside the room, Glorfindel leaned against the wall, smirking as he thought of how Legolas
looked like right now. It was hard to stay away from him, but it might just be worth it to make the
little Sindar wait until anticipation, arousal and despair had built up within him. It would make it
even sweeter to take him then... and until then, he had the knowlegde of the humiliation he had
forced on the princeling to content himself with.

Ahh... what Legolas would think about right now! Glorfindel almost hoped that a servant would pass
his way so that he could send him into the room to fetch a book for him. Or perhaps Elrond would
like another look at the youth... Glorfindel did not care as long as they did not touch Legolas. He
simply wanted to make the Sindar aware of his position, and it did not really matter who saw him, as
long as Legolas was aware that he was no longer alone.

At the end of the corridor, a figure appeared who quickly and with a kind of cold, aloof grace
walked down the hallway until he stopped in front of Glorfindel, a not entirely friendly smile on
his lips. He raised one eyebrow in a gesture of distrustful surprise. "Glorfindel," he stated
without emotion.

"Erestor," Glorfindel answered in a voice equally emotionless, although there was a semblance of
laughter in his eyes.

Erestor pressed his lips tightly together, signaling his iritation at meeting the other elf here
without actually putting it in words which only served to heighten Glorfindel's amusement.

"Is there anything in particular you are doing here right now? Or has your little Sindar plaything
proved so boring that you now spend your time lurking in the corridors?"

Glorfindel laughed, loud enough that he knew that Legolas would be able to hear the melodious sound
in the room and wonder who was outside. "That shouldn't be any of your concern, Erestor, even if it
were true... but surely you haven't come here to discuss the merits of keeping a young princeling
for entertainment with me?"

Erestor snorted, disgust visible in his eyes. "Of course not. There are far more important things
which claim my time -- although you of course seem to be of a different opinion. But no, I came here
because I need a book -- I hope you don't mind if I end our little conversation here? *Some* people
are trying to actually get their work done instead of just lazing around."

"Oh, go ahead, I would not dare to keep you from your work..." With a mocking little bow, Glorfindel
stepped back and followed Erestor with his eyes as the other elf opened the door. Any moment now...

Yes. Erestor gasped and jumped back as if somebody had hit him, and Glorfindel allowed the satisfied
smirk to resurface on his lips. Outrage which quickly morphed into rage was featured on Erestor's
face, and Glorfindel simply smiled at him with open arrogance and mockery. "Oh, yes..." he sighed,
"I forgot to tell you that I was in the process of playing with my little prince... but please, just
go ahead and get your book, I promise you he will not hinder you."

"You... you filthy little..."

"Now, Erestor," Glorfindel chided, "that really is no way to talk for someone who should serve as an
example to the rest of the populace!"

"Well, look who's talking!" Erestor hissed back. "You disgust me! Can't you play your dirty games in
your rooms? Do you have to involve the rest of us? But then, that is what you want, isn't it? To
always be the center of attention? Can you not understand that there are those of us who do not
*want* to see these things and who also do not think that you are what the world revolves around?"

Glorfindel snorted and shook his head. "That was a nice try, Erestor, but we both know that this is
not about me... this is about you and your non-existent heart. I don't know what is wrong with you,
but everybody here knows that you are unable to even feel the slightest bit of affection for
anybody! Who was it that made Elrohir run, huh? Was even Elrond's own son not enough to melt that
ice you call your heart?"

Erestor was furious. He was trembling with rage, all blood seemed to have fled his face and the heat
and anger which darkened his eyes until they seemed almost black would have been enough to make any
man turn around and flee for fear of his life. Not so Glorfindel. The golden-haired elf held his
ground, giving Erestor the same arrogant and self-satisfied smirk which he knew the advisor hated so
much, and finally, Erestor simply tunred around and left, although the stiffness with which he held
himself betrayed the emotions burning inside him.

Glorfindel allowed himself a moment to enjoy his victory. Leaning back against the wall once more,
he smiled as he thought about what the advisor must have seen. His little Legolas bent over the
table, naked and filled with the beads, his skin gleaming with sweat while his muscles were
trembling with rage and fear. Beautiful, delicious helplessness and the intoxication of
submission... Glorfindel knew what he would have done in Erestor's place. But then, it was good that
the other elf had decided to leave, because otherwise Glorfindel would have had to kill him and that
would probably have made living here a little complicated.

No, it was a good thing that Erestor was gone and that Glorfindel now had Legolas all to himself.
Still smiling, the Noldo once again entered the room to find Legolas exactly the way he had left
him, although he seemed to be trembling even harder if that was possible. A shudder ran through him
when he heard the sounds which told him that he was no longer alone, but true to Glorfindel's order
he did not move.

Glorfindel waited for some long minutes. He knew exactly what this was doing to Legolas, saw it in
the way the youth's breathing sped up and his body flushed even more.

"Glorfindel?" Legolas finally had to ask. His voice was soft, rough with tears and and so full of
despair that Glorfindel felt the lust run hot like lightning through his body. He could not wait a
second longer, although he would have liked to keep Legolas unsure about his identity for some more
minutes, but the youth was simply too delectable to resist.

He quickly came up behind Legolas, one hand on his neck to keep him down, the other caressing the
taut little buttocks, his fingers dipping into the crease to cause little, breathless gasps. "Yes, I
am back," Glorfindel purred into his ear, "and I see that you have been good and obedient. I think
you have earned yourself a reward."

Legolas moaned at his words, a soft, trembling moan which changed into loud gasping when Glorfindel
began to tug at the string and the first of the little balls left the youth's body. His body
arching, Legolas tried to find something to move against, anything as long as it provided friction
for his painfully swollen member, but as one of Glorfindel's hands was still pressing him down he
was unable to move enough to relieve that sweet, burning ache between his legs. Glorfindel continued
to pull the balls out, one after the other, and every time Legolas' moans grew louder, more
desperate, unil he was at last sobbing Glorfindel's name and writhing on the table, so far gone in
the mixture of pleasure and painful need that he would have done anything Glorfindel asked of him,
no matter how humiliating. But all the Noldo did right now was to keep pulling at the string, and
finally Legolas shuddered and choked on a cry while the last of the balls left his body.

"Very good, little one..." Glorfindel whispered into his ear while his fingers worked on the laces
of his leggings, finally stripping them away so that he could press the hot flesh of his erection
against the sweet curve of Legolas' buttocks. The youth did not react, all he could do right now was
to wait for his frantically beating heart to calm down while the last faint tremors of pleasure
shook his exhausted body.

"Now just relax and let me enjoy you..." With one hard thrust Glorfindel impaled Legolas fully on
his hard shaft, groaning in appreciation of the heat and the hotness which gripped him. Legolas gave
a small whimper, then resigned himself to his fate, lying on the desk without movement while
Glorfindel kept thrusting into him hard and deep. It was not as bad as some of the other times --
right now, Legolas was glad that he had been made to keep himself prepared for this since he was
feeling none of the pain he had experienced at some other times.

"Yes, let me use you like you are supposed to be used, little Sindar whore," Glorfindel gasped into
his ear, then started to lick at its tip which caused more trembling to shake Legolas' body. "Yes,
that's it, just surrender. Give yourself to me. Make me spill myself into your sweet body! You know
this is what you want..."

Legolas was crying silently. His body shook with the strength Glorfindel used to force himself even
deeper inside him, and although he was still relaxed from the pleasure Glorfindel had allowed him
only moments ago, he felt none of the usual lust, only exhaustion. But he did what Glorfindel
wanted, he did not move, did not protest, he simply tried to relax and accept Glorfindel's mastery
over his body. It did not take long until he felt the erection inside him pulsate and fill him with
Glorfindel's hot essence at the same time as teeth sunk hard into his shoulder, and he sighed then
and closed his eyes, waiting for the trembling to stop.

A soft kiss to the nape of his neck was his reward for pleasing Glorfindel, that and the arms coming
around him to hold him close to Glorfindel's chest for a moment, until the Noldo withdrew from his
body to first dress himself and then tug Legolas' robe back down with gentle hands.
"You please me, roch-neth," he said softly and raised a hand to tenderly caress Legolas' face. "If
you could just remember that surrendering to me does not mean pain or shame... but I have lots of
time to show you, and one day you will learn to accept this. Now come, our son will surely wake very
soon, and he will be hungry then."
Legolas bowed his head so that his hair partly hid the expression on his face, but when Glorfindel
wrapped an arm around his waist, he leaned against him with an almost soundless sigh and then slowly
followed him back to their rooms.

tbc...

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roch-neth = colt
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Once they had returned to Glorfindel's rooms, Legolas took their son into his arms who had slept
peacefully until then and followed Glorfindel outside to enjoy the sunshine. Once again Glorfindel
pulled Legolas down into his lap beneath the tree which seemed to have become their favourite
location. With a sigh, Legolas relaxed against Glorfindel's chest while he watched the hungry
drinking of his son. So small, and yet he would grow and soon be just as old as himself...

And what would happen then? Would Glorfindel take him away from him to have him taught by tutors
like... Erestor? Legolas shuddered. No, he did not want that, not Erestor, not after what he had
seen... but no matter what teachers, they would probably all despise him.
Of course Glorfindel had promised him that he would not take his child away from him, but what would
happen when Gîlríon grew older? He would not be able to protect him from the reality he had been
born into.

Perhaps he should simply accept things the way they were, keep trying to please Glorfindel and watch
him raise his son as his heir. But the child was his son as well, a Mirkwood elf, although an exiled
one! Legolas would do everything he could do ensure his survival and wellbeing, but what about his
education? Being raised in Imladris, he would surely come to hate the Sindar elves... and that
Legolas could not allow to happen.
He'd surrender all of himself to Glorfindel, but not his child. Gîlríon should have the chance to
grow up in a peaceful place witout the continuous crises and conflicts the elven races seemed to be
unable to live without...

And still, what right had he to take away the only chance his child might have at a life without
constant worries about food and security? In the beginning, Legolas had thought that he would stay
here just for a few years and flee once his child was old enough to survive the rough life in the
wilderness, but now he was no longer so sure. Without doubt Glorfindel loved their son, it was
visible in the way his eyes lightened up whenever he looked at him. And once he was grown, Gîlríon
would be treated like a lord, would be tutored by the most knowledgeable elves and learn both lore
and warfare. It was the kind of life Legolas had always taken for granted until his life had changed
so drastically... and as he now knew, it had been a carefree life, a life filled with knowledge and
friends and honor. He himself had given up all claims to this kind of life, but could he really take
all this away from his son and doom him to a life of poverty and loneliness in the wilderness,
without family and friends?

But then, his son was still so very young... perhaps he should simply wait until some years had
passed and Gîlríon was able to understand what sacrifice it would mean to leave Imladris. Right now
there was nothing Legolas could change about his situation, he would have to wait... and hope that
just perhaps, things would change.

"He seems to be hungry all the time... unlike you. You're still far too thin," Glorfindel said with
a frown, his chin resting on Legolas' shoulder so that he could watch his son.

"But I did eat, my Lord!" Legolas protested. "Lord Elrond said that he was satisfied about the way I
was gaining weight..."

"Yes, but I still think that you are too thin. Wait here, I'll look for something to eat in the
kitchens... you liked those small almond cakes the cook made yesterday, didn't you?"

Legolas nodded mutely, a little baffled that Glorfindel had paid attention to what he had eaten. But
then, he was probably only worried because he needed him to feed their child and not because he
cared about him...

He sighed and shook his head while he watched Glorfindel walk toward the building, his hair gleaming
in the sun. "What will happen when you grow up, little one?" he adressed his son who was still
focusing all of his attention on suckling on his nipple. "I hope that you will never feel as much
despair in your life as I do..."

He began to sing then, both because Gîlríon seemed to like to listen to it and also to take his
mind away from these dark thoughts. It was a song which was often sung in Mirkwood, telling of the
way the trees looked when the first rays of the spring sun fell on the newly grown leaves. It was a
song he had often been singing when he was guarding the horses, it reminded him of the time when
everything had still been the way it should be...

A sound behind some bushes to his left alerted him once more to his surroundings, but before he
could react, the source of that sound revealed itself by eagerly trotting forward to greet him. It
was Lainiell, his brown mare that had so loyally brought him to Imladris despite the storm.

"Lainiell!" he called out softly, trying not to disturb his child. The horse's ears twitched and she
bent her neck to rub her nose against his shoulder. It was the gesture she usually greeted him with,
although she seemed to be very careful to not use too much strength, almost as if she knew what a
fragile being he held against his chest.

"What are you doing here? Did you miss me? I'm sorry that I did not come to see you for so long..."
He raised a hand to scratch her nose, smiling at the way she snorted into his hair. "Hey! I don't
want to wash it again!" he chided, and she finally moved some steps to the side to pay attention to
the new grass. He watched her with a happy smile. He would have to ask Glorfindel if he would be
allowed to go visit her from now on, after all he had regained almost all of his strength by now,
and the short walk to the stables surely would not hurt him.

"Oh, what do we have here? Isn't that Glorfindel's Sindar whore?"

Two young men had suddenly come up from behind the same bushes he had seen his horse emerge from.
They seemed to be his age and from the clothes they were wearing and the pieces of hay sticking out
from their hair they seemed to belong to the younger elves which worked in the stables. They had
probably followed Lainiell because Legolas had never seen somebody enter this garden apart from
Elrond's family and close friends, and Legolas was sure that Glorfindel would not like it if he
found them here. But Glorfindel had left for the kitchens, and Legolas was alone with them...

"What are you doing here? If you were looking for Lainiell, you can take her with you, she just
wanted to visit me." Legolas was trying to stay calm and not let his nervousness show, although
Gîlríon was still suckling on a nipple and this made him somehow feel very vulnerable and insecure.
But they couldn't do anything to him, Glorfindel did not allow anybody to touch him... and to
hurtful words he was used by now. Who cared if they called him a whore? At least he himself knew
that it wasn't true, and that was all that counted.

"You sound a little arrogant, whore," one of them spat. "Think you're still a prince? Better than
us? You're just a little slut who needs a real man to teach you your place!"

"Oh no, that's no prince... it's a little princess! See, he has a child sucking on his teat, and his
belly is probably already full with Glorfindel's next child."

"Yes, and he's pretty like a girl..." The taller of the two youths came slowly closer, regarding
Legolas with a malicious smile. Gently, Legolas lowered Gîlríon into the moss-covered depression
between the tree's roots, then got up to face the elves.

"I am not a girl," he declared with a slightly wavering voice. "You should just take the horse and
go, Glorfindel won't be glad to find you here."

"Oh, see, the princess is afraid of us!"

"Yes, and he still thinks that he's better than us..." With a sudden, quick movement, one of the
elves pulled hard at his hair and caused Legolas to stumble forward, right into the arms of the
other youth who caught his wrists and held them together behind his back. Legolas struggled, but he
had no chance against two elves, and so he could not do a thing when the taller one gripped his chin
and forced his head up, smirking at him. "I think it's time that you are shown your proper place,
whore!"

tbc...


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"Stop this! When Glorfindel returns he is going to be angry!" Legolas tried to reason one more time.

"Yes, angry with you! Because what were we supposed to do when you threw yourself at us? You're just a little slut, begging us to use you!"

Legolas flinched and shook his head. "No, he won't believe you!"

"Oh, are you so sure? Do you think he'll believe the word of a dirty Sindar slave over the word of us, his fellow Noldor?" one of the fair-haired elves taunted.

"He knows that I would rather die than be touched by someone like you!"

"Oh, does he, now? Do you really think that he would trust you? That he would care for you so much? You're something to be used, and if you haven't learnt your place yet, we'll have to show you then!" With a single quick move, the elf in front of Legolas ripped his robe open so that his chest was bared to their touch, the garment now only held up by the belt around his waist. Legolas fought against the arms of the other elf, but he did not manage to get free, instead his arms were pulled back even higher until the pain forced a whimper from him.

The elf behind him snickered. "Oh, does that hurt?" he mocked. "I'm *so* sorry, my prince..."

"Ah, Elbereth! Look at him!" the taller elf breathed. One of his hands found their way into Legolas's hair, combed through it only to finally follow the line of his neck down until he could rest his palm against his chest. "All soft and slender like a maiden, and he even gives milk..."

Legolas glared at him, indignation and anger burning from every fiber of his being. "Do not touch me!" he spat. "You are disgusting, you filthy --"

A hard slap from the enraged Noldo in front of him quieted him. "Silence! You only get what you deserve, *princess*!

"I am not a girl!" Legolas hissed.

"No?" the Noldo asked with barely veiled laughter. "You gave birth to a child, I saw you feed him... that means that you cannot be male! See, you are so fertile, so *ripe*... I could milk you just like an animal!"

"Don't --" Legolas started to protest until he first felt the elf's fingers against his chest, slowly circling the sensitive skin aroundd his nipples. They rubbed, massaging with a slowness which almost resembled tenderness and made Legolas groan when they finally tugged at the swollen nipple.

"See?" the Noldo said in triumph, raising his fingers to show Legolas the white liquid which glistened on them. "Is this how you have bewitched Glorfindel? By being neither man nor woman? Because there *are* parts of you that are male, aren't there?"

Before Legolas could move or react otherwise, he felt the hand of the elf again, this time between his legs. Cruelly, the fingers tightened around his member until he gasped with pain.

"Oh, what is this?" the Noldo breathed delighted. "What a little slut... he runs around naked beneath his robe! Oh yes, he's just begging us to use him!" He pulled at Legolas' erection, rubbed his thumb against the sensitive tip until Legolas whimpered and his hardness pressed demandingly against the elf's palm. "Ai, indeed, his body thinks that he is male... although you really aren't that impressive for a prince."

The elf behind him snickered. "It's not like he's ever going to use it... there are different parts to him which I bet are used very regularly. Tell me, whore, how often does Glorfindel take you? Every night? More often? Ai, if you were mine, I'd share you with my friends so that there would not be a single moment during which you wouldn't be used!"

"Yes, and if I had to leave you for a while, I'd make sure that you'd have a wooden phallus inside of you all the time, something large enough to hurt you, so that you'd never forget what it is you are good for!"

"Oh, Glorfindel is too greedy, keeping him all to himself..."

"Yes, you must have bewitched him!" the taller elf growled. "It is your fault that Lord Elrond signed this treaty, your fault that Elrohir had to go to Mirkwood to live among you dirty Sindar!"

"Alone because of that we should make you suffer!"

"But I bet he wouldn't suffer... he's a little slut, have you not seen the way he acts around Glorfindel? He likes it, that's why he ran away from home to come here!"

Legolas was trembling with rage, and also mortification at the images their words painted. He kept trying to free himself, but with the way the one elf had his arms trapped behind his back he felt a stabbing pain every time he tried to free himself and would surely dislocate his shoulder should he struggle with more force.

"Let me go! He will kill you!" he choked out. He felt weak, so pathetic and weak because he could not win against them, and although he realized that Glorfindel would indeed be livid with anger should he see them handling him this way, he nevertheless did not like to use his name for his own protection.

"Oh, what do you think he is, your protector? He uses you, whore, because your body pleases him, nothing more. And you are good at pleasing, I have heard... tell me, what does he like to do to you? Make you use your mouth on him? Or does he like to turn you around and pound into you until you're raw and bleeding?"

Legolas spat at him which earned himself another hard slap which left his ears ringing. "How dare you!" the Noldo hissed. "You're an animal, good for breeding and milking, nothing else!" His fingers clamped down around a tender nipple, squeezing and pulling until Legolas began to sob openly with the pain, and the Noldo used that moment to cover the young Sindar's mouth with his own and force his tongue inside.

Again Legolas struggled, harder than before, until the elf behind him yanked at his wrists and a pain so sharp and burning raced through his shoulders that the only thing he felt was a hot, painful prickling and he could not move his arms anymore. He whimpered into the kiss, afraid that he had dislocated something and would be helpless and the elf behind him used his vulnerable state to slide his hands around him, fumbling at the belt which held his robe up. The only thing Legolas could do was to stand between his two captors, his body aflame with pain while two pairs of hands were tormenting him.

Then the hands of the elf behind him left his belt and wandered to his chest while the elf in front of him was still busy making him submit to the kiss, and all of a sudden Legolas realized that despite the pain, the feeling in his arms was back although they still seemed somewhat numb. Quickly he yanked them forward and managed to hit the taller elf into the stomach, and while he doubled over in pain, Legolas threw himself against the other elf which resulted in them both tumbling to the ground.

This was probably the only chance he would get to escape; Legolas knew that if he gave them the time to get up again, he would not manage to surprise them a second time, and so he half crawled, half stumbled forward until he reached the tree and his son. He took him into his arms and fled towards their rooms, as quickly as he could, for he could hear curses behind him which told him that the elves had also regained their stand. The way to their rooms wasn't far, and yet Legolas was not sure if he would manage it since his body still hurt from the cruel treatment, and he could already hear one of the elves run after him -- but then Lainiell came to his rescue, positioning herself between him and his pursuer and rearing up when the Noldo came closer.
Legolas dared not to stop, he kept running until he reached the building and the open door which led to their rooms, and just when he had entered it, still trembling and pale with panic, the door opened and Glorfindel came inside bearing a tray of small cakes, totally oblivious to what had happened to Legolas in the meantime.



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One look at Legolas was enough to tell Glorfindel that something must have happened. It was not just the fact that his robe was so torn that Legolas had to use one hand to hold it up to cover his body, no, Glorfindel could see the panic in his eyes. Real panic, something Glorfindel had seen far too often on the battle field when an inexperienced youngster stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at a slayed foe or the blood running from a deep wound in his belly.

Two quick steps and he drew Legolas into his arms, the plate with the small cakes forgotten as it fell to the floor. "What happened?" he asked and was answered by the tensing of the slender body. Then, with a violent shudder, Legolas relaxed against him, his head with the tousled golden hair coming to rest against Glorfindel's shoulder while his arms cradled their child even closer against his chest.

"Legolas...?"

But the Sindar did not answer, could not. Tears ran down his cheeks and were soaked up by the soft velvet of Glorfindel's robe, but Legolas made no sound, no sob told of his distress, only the silent tears while he shuddered in Glorfindel's arms. And he could not speak, could not tell Glorfindel what he thought because the only thing in his head right now was an immense feeling of safety. Being in Glorfindel's arms meant being safe, being protected, and he dimly wondered just exactly when he had come to accept that Glorfindel would let nobody else harm him. Because after all that knowledge was there, deep inside his thoughts, warming his shaking body with its traitorous heat and bringing a blush to his tear-stained face as he realized how deep his weakness really went. To run to your tormentor, your captor for protection and safety... perhaps the elves had been right after all when they called him a whore. His struggle against Glorfindel had been shortlived indeed, and he was slowly and painfully learning that there were no limits to the submission Glorfindel asked of him -- and which he would give so very eagerly.

He hid his bitter smile against Glorfindel's shoulder. He had lived the past month as a pretty little plaything, what difference would it make to once more submit to Glorfindel? No, where was the use in fighting now when Glorfindel above all knew him for the weak and needy child he was?

"They tried to... to hurt me. I'm sorry..." he whispered painfully, not really sure why he apologised but feeling the need for it nevertheless. Somehow Glorfindel always made him feel like he should apologise, for troubling the Noldo, for failing to please him, for being so weak, for... being unable to make the Noldo proud.

Legolas closed his eyes. When had that happened? When had he begun to feel the need to make Glorfindel look at him with pride and satisfaction?

"Are you hurt? And our son?" Glorfindl carefully touch Gîlríon's small cheek with a finger, then rested that same hand against Legolas' cheek.

"No, he's fine and I am as well," Legolas reassured him quickly. He even managed a small smile at the concern in Glorfindel's voice, but that vanished just as fast as it had appeared when he felt Glorfindel tense and turn to face the door which opened to the garden. Legolas turned with him, and just as he had thought, there were the two elves which had assaulted him in the garden.

"Hírion! Tauron!" Glorfindel said icily, and although his voice was calm, anger was burning deeply in his eyes. The two young elves stared at him in horror, apparently they had not thought that they would find the seneschal together with their former prey.

"What exactly has happened here?" Glorfindel asked, pronouncing each word with an almost dangerous seeming slowness.

The taller of the two was the first to speak. "We were following his horse, it had wandered into the garden, and there we found him. I am sorry, My Lord," and the look of embarrassment on his face seemed so real that Legolas felt a terrible rage build inside of him, "but he tried to entice us. We did not want to cause any trouble, but he was very... obvious in what he wanted from us. We would of course never damage your property, but the way the whore threw himself at us, it was very hard to hold him off."

Legolas paled. Of course, they had told him that this was what they would tell Glorfindel, but to actually hear them tell these horrible lies about himself... he tried to speak, to tell Glorfindel that it was not true, but found that no sound came over his lips. Instead he felt his body begin to tremble anew, and he felt ashamed for his weakness. Helplessly he raised his eyes to look into Glorfindel's face, but the rage he found there made him flinch back with fear.

"How dare you!" Glorfindel hissed, and for a few long, agonizing seconds Legolas thought that he believed their lies. "How dare you," Glorfindel repeated, "lie to me, and about a thing such as this? Do you not know who I am? Have you no respect for me and what is mine?"

"But --" the smaller elf began. His face had paled and little drops of sweat started to appear on his forehead.

"No!" Glorfindel interrupted. "Do not make your situation worse. No more lies! Do you really think I cannot see what has happened here?"

"They said that you would not believe the word of a dirty Sindar slave over your fellow Noldor," Legolas said softly and immediately found himself the recipient of two glares full of hate.

Glorfindel shook his head, staring at them both for a long time. Finally he pulled Legolas closer to himself and wrapped an arm around his waist. "This one, here, he knows what I am capable of. You two, you know neither me nor him. He is a prince of Mirkwood, I have barely tamed him to my touch. I very much doubt that he would 'entice' you. You two, though... I know you. And yes, Hírion, I know what Elladan has told you! That this one here is the reason Elrohir had to go to Mirkwood! He isn't... but even if he were, that would not give you the excuse to hurt him! He is mine, and nobody touches what is mine, do you understand me? Never - ever - touch him again!"

The smaller one quickly nodded, his lower lip was trembling and he looked at Glorfindel with such horror as if he was afraid the Lord would get his sword and slay him like he did the balrog. The taller elf on the other hand, Hírion, was sneering and watched with contempt the way Legolas turned into Glorfindel's touch.

"That Sindar whore has bewitched you, can't you see that! How can you protect that, that *thing*? He isn't even a real prince, look at him! Bearing you a child, he's more a princess than a prince!"

"He is mine," Glorfindel repeated, and this time the threat in his voice was enough to silence even Hílrion. "Touch him again, and you will find yourself facing a duel with me. Now go and never enter this garden again, or I shall tell Elrond that you two have violated Imladris' law."

Tauron, the smaller elf, was gone as soon as Glorfindel had finished speaking, but Hírion stayed a few seconds longer to once more glare at Legolas until the Sindar turned away from the contempt in his eyes. Only when he heard the receding footsteps did he look up again and found Glorfindel watch him with what almost seemed like concern.

Legolas sighed and rested his forehead against Glorfindel's chest, right where the strong heart beat beneath the skin. "I am tired," he said softly. "Can I sleep a little?"

Glorfindel nodded and carefully took their son from Legolas' arms to place him into the beautifully carved wooden crib which stood next to the window. When he returned to the bed he found Legolas had already crawled beneath the covers and was regarding him with an expression he could not quite place. There was exhaustion, sadness and insecurity, and when Glorfindel sat down on the bed, he thought he had also caught a glimpse of wonder. It was enough to make him draw Legolas into his arms and hold him, the warm weight relaxing against him after some minutes when sleep took the tired youth.

tbc...


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Legolas felt wonderful. He was warm, the air around him carried the scent of flowers and green grass, an arm around his waist held him close to a warm body...
A strong, steady heartbeat beneath his cheek wanted to lull him back to sleep, but something was tickling his nose. He wriggled a little, trying to escape whatever it was that caused that ticklish sensation, but the only thing he managed to do was to make those arms around him pull him closer.

Finally, with an annoyed sigh, he opened his eyes and found his view hindered by a curtain of brilliantly golden hair. Not his own hair -- his own hair was straight and silky, a pale gold like anar's first rays in the morning, but the hair directly in front of his eyes was bright like the flowers heralding the arrival of spring in the garden, thick and slightly wavy... No, there was no doubt whose hair was tickling him, and indeed when Legolas lazily moved a hand to part the golden curtain he found the deep, blue eyes of Glorfindel watching him.

"Do you feel better now, roch-neth?"

Legolas sighed when the question brought back the memories of the two Noldor harassing him. Nevertheless he nodded and tried a small smile which was answered by an even brighter smile on Glorfindel's lips and then a gentle, deep kiss which managed to stop all thoughts at least for a short time.

"Did you... did you mean what you said?" Legolas finally asked. His voice was soft and a little uncertain since he did not know how Glorfindel would react to that question, but still he simply had to know.

"What do you mean? That I would protect you?"

Legolas nodded, his eyes curious and unguarded as they watched the Noldo.

"Ah, but of course I will protect you! You should know that, pen-neth! I will never allow somebody else to touch you; I will kill anybody who hurts you."

"Because I am yours," Legolas stated softly.

Glorfindel nodded slowly, taking in the way the youth was still resting against him as relaxed as if they were discussing poetry. Perhaps Legolas was finally beginning to accept it? "Of course. Elrond told you, I am a very possessive man -- and you are precious to me. I will not allow you to come to harm."

"And yet you have hurt me so often..." Legolas breathed, then flinched as he realized what he had said.

Glorfindel only laughed. "Ah, sweet prince, you are still so innocent... I take what is mine, yes. But do you not feel pleasure when I show you that you belong to me? Is my touch not different from that of those youths?"

Legolas blushed and averted his eyes. Glorfindel was right... wasn't he? No matter how much he protested, in the end he would be writhing beneath the strong body of the Noldo, moaning and begging for more. It was no wonder then that they called him a whore...

"Ah, do not feel ashamed!" Glorfindel's hand combed through Legolas' hair, then tipped his chin up to look at him. "You are so very young... you have no idea yet what it is you want, or what you need. Roch-neth alag nin..." He breathed the pet name into the golden tresses. "Just like the Rohirrim tame the wild colts in the spring... they might resent the feel of the bridle in the beginning, but soon they will grow used to the touch of their master. And in the end, when horse and rider form one unit, the animal will trust its master and submit to his orders, carrying him with pride and grace."

"But this is not our way!" Legolas protested. "We ask the horses, and they give their service to us freely, as equals!"

"Yes, but men do not have that ability, they cannot ask their horses. And would you then deny him their mounts? Even the proud stallion which carries their king was once a wild and distrustful yearling which had to be broken to the saddle. And yet, despite the pain it had to experience from the hand of its master, it learned to obey and ultimately to trust."

Legolas shook his head. There was logic in what Glorfindel said, and yet... something bothered him, although he could not express in words what it was. "I am... not an animal," he whispered finally.

"No, but you are a child. You do not know what you need."

"And you know?" Legolas said bitterly, turning his head to the side to escape Glorfindel's touch.

The Noldo only laughed, a soft, amused laughter which was so intimate that it made Legolas' shudder with anticipation against his will.

"Yes, I know.. shall I show you?" Then, with a lazy smile, Glorfindel's fingertips drew a circle around one of Legolas' nipples, teasing the rosy skin with only the lightest of touches until the nub stiffened under his fingers and Legolas' head fell back onto a cushion. Despite his intention to show Glorfindel that he was wrong he could not resist the pleasure the gentle touch brought him. His eyelids fluttered closed, his lips slightly parted and very soon he was making mewling sounds like a small kitten, desperately aroused by Glorfindel's attentions. And Glorfindel relished this as well, the way he knew exactly how to make this body beneath him experience pleasure until Legolas forgot all about resistance and pleaded for more.

Glorfindel bathed the nipple with his tongue, then blew against it. It made Legolas gasp and buck upwards while his hands twisted in Glorfindel's golden tresses to hold that mouth there where it brought him pleasure.

"See? This is what you want, is it not?" Glorfindel asked against the hot skin and then pulled at the swollen nipple with his lips, suckling until he could taste the sweet white liquid on his tongue.

Legolas was looking down at him, trembling and flushed as if in a fever. "Ai..." he moaned softly, "To have you nursing from me... why is it so erotic?" Heat spread through his body as he watched Glorfindel suckle, heat which seemed to pool between his legs until he could not even tell apart his thoughts from the strangely breathless words which left his mouth, encouraging, pleading, almost incoherent with desire.

Glorfindel drank of him hungrily, then came up for another kiss, sharing the taste with Legolas. "You taste sweet, little one!" he said hoarsely. "I should keep you like this, plant more of my seed inside you so that soon you'll give me another child..."

Legolas whimpered, shook his head. "Please, not again, not so soon..." he begged but nevertheless continued to writhe wantonly beneath the Noldo.

"Shh, that is not your decision to make!" Glorfindel said sternly. He pushed a thigh between Legolas' legs and immediately the Sinda's hips bucked up to rub his swollen member against the hard, muscled thigh. Glorfindel growled and pushed his own shaft against Legolas' belly, then bent down to lap at the youth's bared throat, tasting his arousal, his need and his helplessness. They continued to move together in a frenzied, savage rhythm until at last their passion reached a pinnacle, Glorfindel biting into Legolas' shoulder to stiffle his groan while the youth sobbed his name, his fingers entwined with strands of the lord's golden hair.

For long minutes, their breathing was the only sound which disturbed the silence of the room, until finally Glorfindel sighed and rolled over onto his back, pulling Legolas with him so that the Sinda came to rest on his chest. Legolas had not let go of his hair and now began to lazily play with it which made Glorfindel smile. Yes, perhaps the youth had really started to accept his place... it would make his life much easier and would also give Glorfindel the opportunity to teach him more more delightful things. And then, in a few years perhaps, Legolas could give him more children... Despite what Glorfindel had told the youth, he did not want him pregnant again so soon. He still remembered how he had nearly lost him during the birth, and Legolas was still so frail that another pregnancy could be dangerous for him.

Still, there was no reason to tell Legolas. Keeping the princeling afraid of getting pregnant once more would serve to make him even more aware of his position and his purpose here, and eventually, Legolas would have to accept that it was not his place to worry about what was happening to him.

Glorfindel smiled and pressed a kiss into Legolas' hair, then wrapped his arms tightly around the youth to enjoy the time they had left until their son would want their attention once more.

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roch-neth = colt
roch-neth alag nin = my wild colt
pen-neth = young one
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With a moan so soft it was little more than a slightly vibrating breath, Legolas tilted his head back. Glorfindel followed his movement, his lips nuzzling the white skin, breathing Legolas' scent as he carressed the hollow of his throat with delicate flicks of his tongue. Then he returned once more to the seductive, honey-sweet mouth which opened so readily for him, taking kisses, taking his breath until his movements finally lost the passion and he pulled the youth tightly against him to rest peacefully once more.

Finally, Legolas sighed, the sound breaking the silence of the room. He raised himself up on one elbow, watching Glorfindel's face from beneath the curtain-like fall of his hair.

"I am... I have to tell you something," he whispered softly, with just a hint of fear in his voice. "I know that I shouldn't have done it, or at least told you sooner, but I, I..."

"Shhh, pen-neth," Glorfindel murmured and pressed a finger against the soft lips to silence him. "Speak slowly, and do not be so afraid."

"But... but... please promise you will not be angry with me?" Helplessness showed in Legolas' eyes, helplessness and a little despair at once more sounding like a child.

"I will not be angry with you for telling me, little one. But you will have to tell me more about this before I can promise anything..."

Legolas sighed and bowed his head in shame. "I did not want to disobey you," he tried to defend his behaviour before he sighed again and continued. "I felt so lonely, and... I missed my home, my brother. I couldn not even tell him good-bye when he left, and so much has happened, and I felt like I would never see him again and he would never know about it all... I, I wrote him a letter and hid it beneath the correspondence going to Mirkwood," he finally concluded, his cheeks flushed with the knowledge that Glorfindel would not be pleased with his behaviour. "He is my brother, and Gîlríon's uncle, I wanted him to know that I've got a son now, and what we called him... I know that I'm an exile!" he explained hurriedly, "but Celeirdúr, I'm sure he would like to know it. Even if he could never tell our father, or anyone else, I just... I wanted him to know that, and... and that I miss him." Legolas' eyes were bright with unshed tears as he finally ended his nervous retelling. He raised a slightly trembling hand to wipe at the wetness, but it was intercepted by Glorfindel who gently wiped the tears away with his own fingers.

"Do not cry, roch-neth," he comforted the Sinda. "I do not think that it will stay this way for all time. Sooner or later, relations will change, and I am certain that you will see your brother again. Yes, I understand that you miss him, it is only natural...but nevertheless you are right, I am not very pleased with your actions."

Legolas paled but met Glorfindel's passionless gaze with all the courage he could muster. "Will you punish me because of this?" he asked and breathed a sigh of relieve when Glorfindel shook his head.

"No I won't, roch-neth, because you told me of your transgression of your own free will, and also because I know that it is not easy for one so young to be parted from his family. No, I am not angry, but I am also not pleased. You could have told me sooner, no, you could have simply asked me if you could write your brother. Do you really think I would have said no?"

Legolas nodded without knowing why it made him feel a little ashamed to have thought so. Did Glorfindel really think that he would trust him so? But then... in a strange and unexplicable way that was a mystery even to Legolas himself, he did trust Glorfindel. Perhaps because Glorfindel was the only person who cared for him even a little, or perhaps because Glorfindel had held him through the long, agonizing hours of giving birth to their son, but nevertheless, something inside of him made him want to reach out, bury his face against Glorfindel's chest and just tell him all of his fears and secret thoughts so that the Noldo would protect him and love him.

"Do you think so little of me, roch-neth?" Glorfindel asked and shook his head as he wrapped an arm around Legolas to pull him closer. "I would not have punished you for asking me! I might not have allowed it, but I would never hurt you because of a question! It's what you are supposed to do, little one, if you are unsure, just ask!"

"Would you have allowed me to write then?" Legolas asked softly.

"No, I wouldn't. Not because I want to see you suffer, pen-neth, but because your brother is never going to see that letter. The rider is going to notice that it isn't one of the letters Elrond gave him, and he'll bring it back with him to show it to Elrond when he returns. And even if he hadn't noticed... all letters from Imladris are checked by your father or one of his advisors before they are handed out to whomever they are addressed to. Thranduil would have read your letter and then burned it without ever telling your brother."

"But... I miss him!" Legolas whispered dejectedly, fighting hard against tears. "I want him to know that I am well, that he is an uncle now..."

"Shh... he will know, do not worry. There are ways to get information to Mirkwood without your father noticing. If you want, you can write another letter this evening, and I will see to it that it is delivered to Celeirdúr."

"Really?" Legolas breathed, wide-eyed with wonder. With a small, joyous sound he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's neck and hugged him tightly "Thank you my Lord!"

Glorfindel laughed and drew Legolas' head down for a quick, sweet kiss and then spent the next minutes leisurely exploring the youth's body, until their son finally woke and demanded all of Legolas' attention.

tbc...

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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth = colt
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33

"How do you want to do this?" Glorfindel asked with a smirk.

"Do what?"

"Ah, don't tell me that you have forgotten about your punishment, roch-neth?" Glorfindel chided. Legolas paled visibly, his breath quickening as he stared at Glorfindel with wide eyes. It was true, he had forgotten about it, or rather tried to forget it... and after yesterday, he had felt secure in his knowledge that there was some gentleness and compassion to Glorfindel after all. Because if he still wanted to punish him, why had Glorfindel let him write to his brother? Why had he given that letter to one of the guards sent out to the border, to give it one of Elrond's spies there?

"No answer? Well, it looks like I have to decide then... I think we'll take my desk. Bend over it, and do not move unless I tell you to."

"But..." A glare from Glorfindel made Legolas quickly shut his mouth again. Protests would get him nowhere, he knew that, would only worsen Glorfindel's mood if he kept this up.

With a sigh he finally obeyed and moved to the desk. The polished wood felt cold against his bare skin and the edge was cutting uncomfortably into his thighs. He wriggeled a little, trying to find a comfortable position without crushing his limp organ in the process, but immediately stopped when he felt Glorfindel step up to him.

The elf ran one hand appreciativly over Legolas' firm buttocks, slapped them lightly and laughed when that caused Legolas to utter a muffled complaint.

"Do not make it worse, little one, I think that I am already very lenient with you. Do you not think so? What would your father have done if he had discovered a similar betrayal, hmm?"

Legolas closed his eyes. He knew that Glorfindel was indulgent, and he also knew that he probably deserved this, after all, he had lied about his true identity for several months, but it did not make this any easier. No, it made it almost worse, to know that he should actually be grateful...

"Do not hold back your tears or your screams, pen-neth..." Glorfindel purred darkly into his ear. "Your pain pleases me, do not forget this."

Legolas tensed and held his breath, waiting for the inescapable pain. When he felt the first blow, he whimpered, more out of surprise than because of the stinging ache. It took a few moments for the pain to really register, but then all of a sudden, it took away his breath with its red-hot intensity. He had tried to suppress his pained moans, tried to hold back the tears, but when the next blow came, it was all for nothing. The tears ran freely down his cheeks, his body shaking as he was torn between the desire to flee from the pain and the knowledge that he wasn't allowed to, and when the cane hit his skin once again, another whimper escaped him.

Glorfindel smiled. "Does it hurt?" he purred, a little breathless as the sight of the red stripes on Legolas' white skin made him grow hard. He had indeed looked forward to this... not so much because the youth had to be punished for lying, although that was certainly true as well. No, he enjoyed it to have Legolas so completely in his power, to make the youth realize just how truly helpless he was. He had waited a long time for this... after all, he did not really want to hurt him, not in a serious way at least. But Legolas had started eating again and had grown more spirited, he had even taken up sleeping with open eyes again after he had closed them the way humans did during his pregnancy. This was not going to hurt him then, would probably even be a lot less terrible than the prince had thought.

Glorfindel swallowed and traced a hot, red welt with his fingertips, delighting in the soft hiss this produced. "Yes, I want to hear you, show me your pain..."

Legolas sobbed when the cane hit him again, first softly, than louder and without restraint when more and more blows rained down on his already burning skin. He pleaded and begged for Glorfindel to stop but the Noldo did not listen to him. Again and again the cane hit him, forced sobs and whimpers from him until at last the steady rain of blows ended.

Shaking and wet with sweat, Legolas rested on the desk, too weak to even open his eyes. The pain was still there, so bright and hot that he wouldn't have wondered if his skin had been torn by the hard blows. And surely this hadn't been all... surely Glorfindel would want to use him now, take him hard and deep before he would be allowed to rest...

But what he then felt was not what he had expected. He felt Glorfindel's lips caress his skin, felt his hot tongue lick along the burning lines of pain. It was... strangely pleasurable. It made Legolas' skin tingle and sting, made him moan softly and arch up, his thighs parting of their own accord to make it easier for Glorfindel.

The Noldo moaned against his skin. Legolas was gleaming with sweat, tasting of fear, of pain and also of passion, and with the traces of blood he could taste, it only served to make his lust grow even more. Yes, he wanted Legolas, wanted him like this, helpless, bent over his desk, trembling with pain and passion... but first he wanted to taste him some more.

Legolas gasped when he felt Glorfindel's tongue again, following another of the burning welts. Then Glorfindel moved lower, licking at the crease where thigh and hip joined, biting at the white skin until Legolas whimpered and began to move beneath him. With a smirk, Glorfindel used his hands to keep Legolas' thighs spread and then licked over the tightly puckered opening. Legolas moaned helplessly and bucked up while Glorfindel kept at the torturously slow licking. He traced a circle with the tip of his tongue around the sensitive muscle, lubricating the entrance with his saliva until Legolas was writhing and moaning continually, totally lost in his pleasure.

When Glorfindel pushed his tongue inside him, Legolas cried out, the muscles of his thighs trembling so hard beneath Glorfindel's fingers that the Noldo actually felt pity for the youth and slipped one of his hands beween Legolas' body and the desk to firmly grasp the straining erection. He pulled at it, flicked his thumb against the tip while he forced his tongue even deeper. Legolas cried out once more and Glorfindel could feel his inner muscles shake and contract while a sticky heat covered his hand.

He smiled, one hand gently moving up and down the youth's side to both caress and calm him. "Come on, let's get you back to bed," he murmured while he gathered the unresisting body in his arms. "Then you can use that sweet, hot mouth of yours to show me just exactly how thankful you are, and then, I think, it is time for a bath... if you can stay awake for a few more minutes."

The only answer Legolas managed was a soft sigh while he nuzzled sleepily against Glorfindel's neck. He did not want to bath... he wanted to pull the covers over his head and sleep, as long as the welts the cane had raised on his bottom were not yet hurting him yet. It was a pleasant state he was in, exhausted, dreamy, hot and without any thoughts or questions, simply floating on the sensations. Glorfindel had him in his arms and would care for him, and he did not have to think about anything. But very soon, this dreamlike feeling would leave him, and then he'd feel the pain of his punishment with every movement. He would prefer to already be asleep by then...

But apparently Glorfindel had different plans. None too gently he let Legolas fall to the bed and then continued to strip himself. Legolas was wriggling around on the bed, trying to find a position which did not put any pressure on the burning welts and which would nevertheless allow him to watch how more and more of the golden-haired elf's body was laid bare to his eyes.
Finally Glorfindel was completely, gloriously nude. His skin gleamed in the sunshine, his hair seemed to sparkle and when Legolas lowered his gaze a little, he could see just how much the Noldo had enjoyed punishing him. Legolas blushed and lowered his eyes. He had given himself to Glorfindel so often already, but somehow it made him feel insecure and frightened to see Glorfindel stand in front of him like this, totally at ease with his body, with this situation. He exuded a natural dominance, the arrogant knowledge of his power over the youth in front of him...and while this embarassed Legolas, he knew somewhere deep in his heart that he was only blushing because he knew that Glorfindel was right, that he would indeed do everything the lord told him.

"Come, kneel for me," Glorfindel ordered throatily, and Legolas was quick to obey. With half-closed eyes Glorfindel watched him sink to the ground in front of him while he himself sat down on the bed, then threaded his fingers through the Sinda's silky hair in a gesture both loving and possessive.

"Show me!" he purred. "Show me your devotion, show me that I was right in keeping you as mine!"

Legolas looked up, his heart beating faster in his chest when he realized that it was hunger that was gleaming in Glorfindel's eyes. Not just simple arrogance, simple triumph about his submission, no. Hunger, desire for him...

Legolas bowed his head and smiled as he began to delicately lap at the tip of Glorfindel's erection, tasting the saltiness of his desire in his mouth. The Noldo groaned softly and let his head fall back, his hands holding Legolas in place. But the youth needed no coercion, no guiding, he had learned well how to please Glorfidel, and now he was bent on using that knowledge. He wanted to see Glorfindel shake, wanted to see him lose all composure as he fell apart... and Legolas knew how to achieve that aim. He teased the lord with his tongue until he started to growl and yank at his hair in frustration, and only then did he move to take more of the swollen shaft into his mouth. He swallowed around the hard flesh again and again until Glorfindel's hips bucked upwards against him without the slightest resemblance of control, finally closing his eyes in pleasure as more and more of the pearly drops dripped onto his tongue, allowing him to taste Glorfindel's lust. Surely the Noldo would not be able to last much longer now...

"Ai!" Glorfindel moaned, throwing his head back, "yes, like that!" and that was all the warning Legolas got as his mouth was suddenly filled with gush after gush of hot, salty liquid. He tried to swallow it all, then continued to lap at Glorfindel's softening member until all traces were cleaned away and Glorfindel let himself sink back onto the bed to recline there like a big, lazy cat.

Legolas grinned up at him as he slowly licked his way upwards the Noldo's broad chest. "Did you not mention a bath some minutes ago?" he teased as he was now awake again while Glofindel watched him from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. But the lord did not even react to his insolent tone and his bright smile, he only raised a hand trying to limply slap Legolas, as if he were indeed a cat and the youth a particularly annoying fly.

"Later..." he yawned. "Come back to bed now..."

Legolas shook his head, still smiling. "I'll wash myself first, I'm not going to take long." When Glorfindel only shrugged in answer, Legolas quickly went to their bathroom to clean himself... and to take some of the salve Glorfindel kept there in a jar and apply it to the burning welts on his bottom. He hissed as he rubbed the salve in. It made the stinging worse, although very soon the herbs would take effect and numb the pain -- at least that was what he hoped.

It was then that he heard a knocking at the door and Glorfindel's voice which called the visitor in.

Legolas panicked as he realized that he was naked. No matter who had decided to come to their room, he did not want them to see him like this, even if it was only Lord Elrond who had examined his body so many times.

"Legolas?" Glorfindel called. All of a sudden he sounded awake again, and quite cheerful at that. Legolas grew suspicious and wrapped a large towel around his body before he entered their bedroom once more.

Glorfindel nodded in his direction. "That's him, our little Sindarin prince," he said and then smirked when the elf in front of him raised his eyebrows.

"*That*'s him?" the stranger asked, then shook his head while he looked Legolas up and down.

"That's Thalaron, roch-neth," Glorfindel purred with devious enjoyment. "The second part of your punishment."

tbc...


34

Legolas paled as he stared at the elf. He was clothed in the uniform of Imladris' guards, an insignia showing his rank as a captain. He exuded the arrogant confidence of a trained warrior, the knowledge that he could best any man as long as he had a sword in his hands.

But what could a warrior want with him? There was only one thing which came to Legolas' mind, and it made him tremble as he raised his fearful eyes to the man who regarded his pale chest with interest. Lord Elrond had once mentioned that Glorfindel might like to watch another play with him... would that be the case now? Would Glorfindel force him to lose even the last shreds of his self-respect and make him submit to this ultimate humiliation as punishment?

"Don't just stand there!" Glorfindel said with a frown. "And let go of that towel so he can see you properly!"

"But..." Helplessly Legolas raised his face to meet Glorfindel's cold gaze, silently pleading with him, but his resistance quickly melted away under the impatience in Glorfindel's eyes. Slowly he let go of the border of the towel, stared at the floor in front of him as the soft fabric slid down his body.

"Too thin," Thalaron commented unimpressed. "He doesn't get much exercise, does he?"

"Oh, believe me, he gets a lot of exercise!"

"Not that kind of exercise... although I do believe that he gets lots of that. I know what you do in your free time..."

Then Thalaron came closer and Legolas tried to force his body to stop trembling as he felt the hands probe the muscles of his arms, then slide down his flanks to finally rest on his thighs.

"Oh, by the Valar!" Thalaron said with obvious impatience, "Stop shaking, child! Are you not a prince? Where is your courage then?"

"Ah, you know I like them this way..." Glorfindel purred, stretching and displaying his muscular, golden body without any shame.

"Well, I don't. He hasn't got any fire in him...why not keep the little rabbit in your bed?"

"I'm... I'm not!" Legolas protested, shaking the hands from his body. "I'm no rabbit! And I don't want you to touch me! I don't want to lie with you either!"

For a short, frozen moment, Thalaron watched him speechlessly, then all of a sudden, he began to shake with laughter. "Lie with you? Ai... that is good! What did you *tell* him, my Lord?"

"I did not tell him anything... but are you sure, Thalaron?" Glorfindel teased, "He is quite good, I broke him in myself!"

"Please, my Lord!" Legolas said with mounting horror. "You told me that you would never let anybody else touch me... please don't give me to him! I'll take any other punishment you want to give, but please not this!"

Thalaron was still bent over with laughter, but he managed to snatch one of Legolas' arms and pulled the resisting youth back against him.

"For me to want you, you'd need more here, and less here!" he explained with with a broad grin while his hands first first touched Legolas' chest which was slightly swollen with milk and then dropped down to close around his member. The latter action forced a soft, suprised whimper from Legolas and made him freeze despite his desire to escape as quickly as possible from the touch of the warrior. But he did not dare to move, not when such a vulnerable part of his body was resting in the elf's hands...

"You're scaring him, Thalaron!" Glorfindel commented, amused by the way those two looked. "Let him go... come here, roch-neth, and let me explain."

"Roch-neth?" Thalaron grinned as he gave the youth free. "To me, he looks like a raboth-neth ù-darlanc, all long limbs and softness and vulnerability."

Glorfindel laughed and shook his head, sitting up on the bed so that he could draw Legolas into his lap. The youth's eyes were silently pleading with him, pleading not to give him to another, pleading to make an end to the game he was playing. Glorfindel raised a hand, twirled a strand of pale golden hair around a finger and pressed a gentle kiss to Legolas' forehead. "Peace, child, I do not intend to give you to him, not for pleasure, at least. He'll teach you how to use sword and bow. You should know how to protect yourself..."

Legolas was silent, trying to grasp what it was Glorfindel had just told him. Finally he frowned and shook his head a little. "And this is punishment... how?"

Thalaron came closer, still grinning. "Oh, you'll learn to hate me after you've spent the first morning on the ground and limp back to Glorfindel's bed, covered with bruises. Are you sure you want this, my Lord? It would be a shame to marr the pretty white skin of your princess..."

"I'm not!" Legolas said with indignation before Glorfindel could answer. "I'm not a girl! And I'll show you who'll leave with bruises!"

"Ah, so there *is* a little fire left in him after all! Perhaps we can make a raboth-neth beren of him then?"

Legolas glared while Glorfindel shook with laughter. "I think you have just made yourself a mortal enemy, Thalaron!" the Noldo finally managed to get out. "Be careful, or he'll bite your ancles!"

Loud laughter from both Noldor filled the room while Legolas was sulking, but when the two older elves finally quieted, he gave Glorfindel an imploring look. "Is it really true? You are not making fun of me, are you?"

"No, I'm not. You will have to wait another month or two, and at first you'll do only light training for one hour in the morning and one in the afternoon, but once Gîlríon is a little older, I want you to take up training along with the guards."

"Come see me in the training grounds then, I'll see if we have any armour which would fit you." With a parting nod to Glorfindel, Thalaron then left the room, leaving Legolas looking up at Glorfindel in disbelief.

"But... why?" he finally asked softly, still a little shaken from his former panic and the subsequent revelation.

"Why? Oh, as much as I like the idea that you are lying naked in my bed all day, awaiting my return, after some time that would really get boring, for me as well as for you. No, I want you to be able to defend yourself. I told you I would protect you, but I cannot be with you and our son all the time, so you should know what to do with a sword in your hand. Of course I expect that you will give your best... do not forget that you are mine, and that everything you do reflects back on me."

"I will!" Legolas assured, still a little breathless with the realisation that he had just been offered a way to get at least a small measure of his honour back. To be allowed to wield a sword, to shoot a bow... at home, his father had not wanted him close, so he had been sent away to guard the horses instead of being taught the ways of a warrior. He had always envied his brothers but had slowly grown used to the fact that he would never lead that kind of life. And now all of a sudden, just when he had thought that he had reached the lowest point of his life, Glorfindel gave him such a chance...

"Thank you my Lord!" Almost dizzy with joy, he threw his arms around Glorfindel's neck once more and pressed his body close to that of Glorfindel, rediscovering the fact that they were both still naked in the process. Glorfindel smiled wickedly and took hold of his shoulders to press him down until Legolas' head rested on his thighs.

"So... do you want to show me your gratefulness?"

"How do you want me to show it, my Lord?" Legolas asked with pretended innocence.

"I want you to--" Just then a small, plaintive sound alerted them to the fact that their son had woken and demanded attention. Glorfindel groaned and let himself fall back into the cushions. "I want you to go and sing for our son, until he has fallen asleep again!" he sighed and pulled the cover over his face. Legolas only shook his head before he got up and carefully raised Gîlríon out of his wooden cradle. His chest still felt sore from when he had nursed his son earlier, and now that the shock about Glorfindel's declaration was abating, the burning welts on his buttocks once again reminded him that he would have a hard time sitting down for some time, but right now, he did not care. There was hope again for him, hope for a life beyong caring for his son and giving Glorfindel more children. He still could not understand why Glorfindel would give the son of his enemy a weapon, but even if the Noldo did this for some obscure selfish motives, Legolas did not mind.

Right now, for the first time since many, many days, he could believe that there was more waiting for him than just a life of despair.

~ The End ~
(To be continued in the sequel "Cuil Eden"... And you can now read about how Glorfindel and Legolas first met in the prequel "Ethuil'waew" ;)

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roch-neth = colt
raboth-neth ù-darlanc = demure little rabbit
raboth-neth beren = courageous little rabbit
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