Title: Anestel
Part: 1-25/?
Author: Esteliel
Email: esteliel@gmx.de
Homepage: www.loes-valthen.de.vu
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Summary: Legolas is pregnant with Glorfindel's child, but there has
been nothing but hate between Imladris and Mirkwood for centuries...
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing
with them and will give them back afterwards.
Author's Notes: In this fic Legolas is 40... as elves reach maturity
with 50, he'd be around 17 in human years.

~~~~~~~~~

1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure?" Elrohir asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~

2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3

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

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

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

"For several weeks, my lord..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
pen-neth = young one
hęn lend = sweet child
roch-neth lend nîn = my sweet colt
roch-neth = colt
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

9

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did he let you go then?"

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

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

Legolas shook his head, wide-eyed and pale.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, you will. Now hurry!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I will not apologize because he insulted me!"

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

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

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

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

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


13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And why did you enjoy it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


14

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And when they don't obey?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

16

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


17

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want