Title: Anestel
Parts: 31-34/34
Author: Esteliel
email: esteliel[at]gmx.de
Homepage: http://www.loes-valthen.de.vu
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, mpreg
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing
with them and will give them back afterwards.
Summary: Legolas is pregnant with Glorfindel's child, but there has
been nothing but hate between Imladris and Mirkwood for centuries...

~~~~~~~~~

31

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?"
egolegolas 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 ws 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 tjoy joy the time they had left
until their son would want their attention once more.

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


32

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 agaihim 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 Ild nld never see him again and he would
neveow aow 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. Yould hld 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... istrastrange 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.

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


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 edg 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'nguengue 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 agaihim 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.

golagolas?" 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."


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
hat.hat. 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.GlorGlorfindel 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 imporing 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 agaihe she 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 ~
(Continued in the sequel "Cuil Eden", as well as 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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