LotR Au Fic (Mpreg) -- 1 of 4
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la_samtyrThis fic was written as a present for esteliel, and is based on her "Anestel/Cuil Eden" universe. Last year she wrote a series of drabbles, and she was kind enough to allow me to explore one of them. This fic is the result, and she has allowed me to repost it here. The following fic involves an AU of her universe and comes with an *MPREG* warning. It is also extremely dark and angsty, so you might want to have a fresh box of tissues handy.
Title: Meleth Naegra
Author: samtyr
Beta: Erfan Starled, whose time and patience are very much appreciated. Also, the title (Sindarin translation) is by Malinorne. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Please Note:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Glorfindel, Legolas/Elladan/Elrohir
Warnings: AU, Very Dark. Includes: mpreg, bdsm, non-con, death of canon and non-canon character (OC).
Special thank you: to esteliel and to chaotic_binky for much patience and encouragement.
Disclaimer: The elves and world of Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. This is written for entertainment purposes only and not for profit. No archiving/reposting without permission.
Scenario/Summary: This is an AU that was inspired by the following drabble; esteliel was kind enough to allow me to explore it. Her drabble is below, and my AU starts after the break. If you have not read either “Anestel” or “Cuil Eden”, you need to read those first since this AU is based on them.
From: Five Things That Never Happened To Legolas (No. 3) by esteliel:
Legolas shivers and wraps his blanket more tightly around himself as he watches his child play outside with his nurse. He has not held Gîlríon for months now, not since Glorfindel grew bored of him and sent him away from his rooms. The Lord seems to have all but forgotten about him -- and certainly, so will Gîl, who probably does not even know his name. It is a good thing, Legolas tries to tell himself, for Glorfindel loves the child, and what could he ever have given him? Still, it is cold in the small room he has been assigned, and Legolas wishes he could have seen the majestic trees of his father's forest one last time.
~~~~~~
Judging from the angle of the sun, it must be nearly lunchtime and Legolas watches sadly as the nurse leads Gîl inside, so that the elfling will be clean and neat when he dines with his sire. Legolas remains standing in the sunshine, though. His lunch is a cold one of meat and cheese, so it makes no difference when he eats. But he will eat, for the twins will come this night, demanding that he serve them and Legolas knows that he will need every last bit of strength he can find to endure their visit.
***flashback***
Legolas cowered against the bed, unable to stop shaking. He was so tired! It seemed as if he never had any rest between the demands of his infant son and his new master. Although he had agreed to serve Lord Glorfindel in any way the lord desired of him, it seemed since Gîlríon's birth that the Elda had become more and more demanding. Legolas had been foolish to think he might be allowed to recover normally from the labor -- instead of the weeks granted to ellith, he was given only a few days. Lord Elrond had made it clear that the three days he had spent in the healing rooms were most generous and since he was no longer in any danger, he was to return to the main section of the House with Glorfindel.
“I hope you are ready for me, roch neth,” Glorfindel purred as he settled next to the youth. “Ah, even now you tremble for my touch. Do not worry, I am sure you will please me well.”
“Don't... please... don't.” Legolas pushed vainly at the larger elf. Instead, his weak protest was met by laughter.
“So, you wish to play do you? No matter, I am happy to accommodate you.” Glorfindel grinned down at the pale, tired face beneath him. Someday Legolas might realize how erotic his struggles were, and that they only served to arouse him even more.
“Please, I am so tired,” Legolas whimpered but Glorfindel was turning him easily onto his stomach.
“I hope you are ready for me,” he said as he quickly sheathed himself in the trembling youth's body. Finding that Legolas was not oiled or otherwise prepared only indicated to Glorfindel how eager he was for his master's touch. “You were so eager you did not even trouble to prepare yourself before coming to bed, did you? No matter, it pleases me to take you thus.”
Legolas tried to remain quiet as Glorfindel pounded into him. He had been so tired, he had forgotten to ready himself. He didn't know why he had even tried to protest in the first place; Glorfindel was much stronger and older -- he would always win. A few tears slid from his eyes and he hoped that the ordeal would soon be over. His breasts were beginning to fill with milk and in a few more minutes the nipples would be painful -- and Gîlríon would start to cry to be fed. Legolas prayed that the infant would remain asleep just awhile longer, until he had satisfied his duty to his lord. One last hard thrust and Legolas could feel Glorfindel resting heavily on his back, filling him with seed once more.
“Yes, you please me well.” The bed shifted as his lord got up and stretched. Legolas remained still on the mattress only to jump as Glorfindel swatted him, hard. This was something else that was new; the light, not-quite-hard slaps and blows that now were part of his daily routine. “Come, get out of there so that the maids can come in with fresh bedding.”
“Yes, my lord.” Legolas slid out of the bed, swaying as he did so. But Glorfindel had his back turned and didn't notice. Hearing Gîlríon beginning to whimper, Legolas pulled on a light robe and went to the alcove where his son's cradle was kept, leaning down to pick the tiny child up. //At least he does not need changing yet// Legolas thought with a sigh as Gîlríon quickly began to nurse. Legolas tightened his grip and walked back into the other room, sitting down heavily on the nearest padded chair. It was so good to sit down and rest. The young Sindar's eyes were sleepy and he leaned back, putting his feet up. Vaguely, he wondered what the future would hold for him and his son. Glorfindel adored Gîl, so there was no real worry there and he had made several hints about a large family to Legolas. Legolas fought back a tired sigh. If only he could feel rested and well... he was beginning to think he would never feel that way again.
“I will be back shortly, roch neth.” Glorfindel leaned down to whisper in Legolas' ear, smiling when the youth startled slightly. “My, we are jumpy, aren't we? Perhaps I can find a way to settle you down later?”
“Yes, my lord.” Legolas' response was automatic and Gîlríon wriggled a bit as his sire ruffled his soft curls, though he continued to feed. Legolas was thankful when the elf lord left, for it meant he could finally relax a little.
*****
When Glorfindel returned to his rooms, Legolas could see he was in a dark mood. This was never a good sign and he wondered what he had done wrong now. He'd been sequestered in these rooms since Gîlríon's birth and he couldn't think of anything... but that didn't mean his lord wouldn't find *something Legolas had done to displease him. When Glorfindel spoke to him, Legolas flinched.
“I am leaving for a while. It seems there is an increase in orc activity along the northern borders, and I am to lead a squad to investigate and destroy them.”
“How long will you be gone, my lord?” Legolas stammered nervously. He discovered there was yet a new source of worry -- that something might happen to his lord. If something happened to Glorfindel, what would happen to Gîl? And to himself?
“Why? Are you so eager to be rid of me?” Glorfindel growled at the youth. By the Valar, he hoped that Gîlríon had not inherited this same timidity. He would have to make certain to guard against the child developing the Sindar taint of weakness that seemed to define Legolas' character. //It was very strange,// Glorfindel mused, //for both Oropher and Thranduil were noted, skilled warriors even if they were enemies.// *His son would *not become a nervous, shy creature more like a rabbit than an elf -- not if *he had any say in the matter. “Well?”
“No, my lord. I would never wish that,” Legolas replied, hanging his head. “It is just that Gîlríon will miss you.”
“And you? Will you miss me as well?” Glorfindel pulled Legolas into a tight embrace, hurriedly ripping the youth's tunic even as he began walking him backward toward the bed.
“Yes, my lord,” Legolas moaned at the elf lord's rough touch. There would be bruises on his fair skin the next day but no one would see them, and in any case it didn't matter. “I will miss you so much.”
“Then show me,” Glorfindel replied as Legolas fell backward on the bed. The younger ellon quickly arranged his limbs in a manner his lord would find most pleasing: lounging on his side while looking coquettishly through his lashes at the Elda, although he was trembling with fatigue.
“Does this please you, my lord?” Legolas' voice shook only a little as he managed a smile.
Glorfindel's only answer was a rough growl as he pressed the youth to the bed. Legolas gasped at the heavy pressure on his reed-thin frame, and Glorfindel's mouth covered his easily. His moan of pain went unheard as he felt as if that two of his ribs were cracking.
When Glorfindel finally rose the next morning, he noticed that Legolas' eyes were closed once more. Really, this closed-eye sleep was becoming a bit much. The little Sinda had been given plenty of time to recover from Gîlríon's birth, so he must be pretending in order to try and tease his lord into granting him some sort of favor.
“Wake up, Legolas.” Glorfindel shook him awake. “You are going to become fat and lazy if this keeps up. Maybe I will start calling you 'Laiska' -- would you like that?”
“I am sorry, my lord.” Legolas sat, trying to orient himself. He noticed that Glorfindel was staring at his chest, fascinated by the tight nipples that were nearly ready to leak with milk. “I am sorry; I did not hear Gîlríon.”
“Our little star will be fine for a few moments more,” Glorfindel said as he reached forward to flick his fingernail against the tight nipples. “I think I will steal a quick taste myself before I leave.”
“But Gîlríon.” Legolas gasped as Glorfindel lowered his head and began to suckle. It felt so different from Gîlríon, so much more... erotic. “No, please. Stop this.”
“As always, your mouth says one thing while your body tells me something else. Be still, roch neth.”
So Legolas obeyed his lord once more.
*****
Three months later, Glorfindel returned from his patrol. Legolas had not dared to step outside their room, though he had taken great care that Gîl's cot was placed on the balcony when the days were particularly fine and warm. Gîlríon had thrived and Legolas felt badly that the golden Elda had missed so many little things during his absence. Their meals had continued to arrive on a regular basis, along with the house maids. Legolas still was forcing himself to eat; even with Lord Elrond's tea to help him, it remained hard for him to keep food down and his appetite never seemed to increase.
At the same time, Legolas had even less chance to rest, for the nurse left the day after his lord's departure. Since Glorfindel's orders were always rather vague, Legolas assumed that she was no longer ordered to attend them. Gîlríon was sweet-natured, and Legolas enjoyed every moment spent with his baby son. But Gîlríon was also a very *active child and Legolas' greatest fear was that something would happen to him.
That day had been longer than usual for Legolas, for Gîlríon had started teething the week before and it seemed that the lone tooth would soon have a neighbor. Legolas finally managed to get Gîlríon to lie down for a nap, and promptly headed for the bath, determined to clean up before the child woke again. The water was cool and Legolas luxuriated in the rare quiet. He knew it couldn't last long though, so he reluctantly climbed out of the bath, letting the water slowly drip onto the soft rug that covered the floor. He studied his reflection briefly in the mirror, sighing as he began to plait his hair back in an effort to discourage Gîlríon from chewing the ends.
This same day Glorfindel returned from his patrol. After a cursory report to Elrond, he left immediately for his rooms. He looked over at the small alcove and noticed Gîl sleeping in his cot. Smiling down at the child, he thought how much Gîlríon had grown, and so quickly! It was most unfair of Elrond to have kept him away for so long. After all, Elrond had hardly left the nursery when the twins were the same age. In fact, it wasn't until they had been old enough to start lessons that the Peredhel had returned to a formal schedule.
Glorfindel decided not to disturb his son, and headed for the bath, eager for a chance to wash the grime away. He was pleased to notice that Legolas was there ahead of him. The Sindar youth had clearly kept himself in readiness for his lord's return, which suited Glorfindel just fine.
“Are you eager for my touch, roch neth?” Glorfindel growled as he entered the bath. “You must be, for I see that you have followed my instructions well.”
“My lord!” Legolas turned quickly, feeling his old nervousness once more. “I did not know you would be back today.”
“Neither did I, pen neth.” Glorfindel had caught the youth's wrists in his large hands, and gently nipped at the soft skin. Legolas yelped briefly in pain, only to find himself being pushed up against the cool marble wall. “I hope that you are ready for me now. After all, *I am ready, and that is all that matters.”
“No, stop.” Legolas struggled in his grasp. “Please, my lord -- just let me rest.”
“That is no problem. I know you are more than happy to accommodate me in bed.” Glorfindel picked the youth up easily, tossing him over his shoulder and carrying him back into his bedroom. “Now then, strip me, pen neth. It is time you learned how to bathe me without water.”
“No,” Legolas moaned as he tried to push away from his lord. “Please, Gîl is asleep and might waken -- do not shame me so in front of my son.”
“*Your son? *Your son?” Glorfindel's expression darkened instantly. “How dare you?! He is *my son too, you little whore, and you would do well to remember it.”
“I did not mean... I am sorry, my lord.” Legolas' face showed his distress clearly.
“Not as sorry as you're going to be.” Glorfindel threw Legolas on the bed, watching dispassionately as the youth cringed away from him. He hurriedly threw his clothing in a heap on the floor, sat down on the edge and roughly pulled Legolas over to him, ignoring the soft cry of pain as his grip tightened around the slender ankle.
“No! I do not want this! Let go!” Legolas could only think of Gîlríon's nearby presence: how the noise of their arguing, and the sight of his ada being punished by his atto for disobedience, then being forced to submit to an even harsher demand might badly affect the elfling's fëa. Legolas was convinced that Gîlríon understood far more than the others thought possible for an infant and it was this thought that drove him to rebel. Legolas broke away from his lord's grip for a brief moment and stood as if to leave.
“You dare to deny me? After what you promised?” Glorfindel was on his feet in an instant, stalking toward the trembling youth. “I should have known better! I see now what your word is worth -- the word of a Sinda!”
“I did not mean...” Legolas' plea was cut short by a heavy blow from Glorfindel. Legolas' head snapped back and he raised his hand to his cheek, wondering if the elf lord had managed to crack the bone as he felt the swelling begin. “I am sorry, my lord. I beg you...”
Glorfindel was in a towering rage, however, and so ignored Legolas' soft plea. He quickly rummaged in the wardrobe and pulled out an old tunic and leggings, tossing them at the young prince.
“Put these on now,” he said coldly. Legolas hurried, struggling to pull the cloth over his damp skin. “Hurry up, Sinda. I have better things to do than waste my time with the likes of you.”
“My lord, Gîlríon will wake soon and he will be hungry.”
“You need not worry about Gîlríon, ernil. It is past time he was weaned, for he will only be corrupted by your Sindar weakness. You already prove yourself false and break your word to me. You cannot be trusted. Come!” Glorfindel seized Legolas' wrist and began to pull the slender youth out of the door and down the hall.
“But my lord, please!” Legolas stumbled behind his lord, even as he tried to straighten his tunic and fasten the leggings. Despite everything that had happened, he tried to retain a semblance of modesty even though he knew the realm of Imladris thought of him as mere chattel, scarcely better than an animal. He was beginning to panic now, for he had never seen Glorfindel quite this angry before.
In the distance, Gîlríon stirred and whimpered for his ada to pick him up and feed him. Gîlríon was wet and hungry; it was time for his ada to care for him and sing to him while he nursed. But his ada was not there and would not be returning, so the elfling's wails went unheard for a long time.
TBC...
esteliel, and is based on her "Anestel/Cuil Eden" universe. Last year she wrote a series of drabbles, and she was kind enough to allow me to explore one of them. This fic is the result, and she has allowed me to repost it here. The following fic involves an AU of her universe and comes with an *MPREG* warning. It is also extremely dark and angsty, so you might want to have a fresh box of tissues handy.Title: Meleth Naegra
Author: samtyr
Beta: Erfan Starled, whose time and patience are very much appreciated. Also, the title (Sindarin translation) is by Malinorne. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Please Note:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Glorfindel, Legolas/Elladan/Elrohir
Warnings: AU, Very Dark. Includes: mpreg, bdsm, non-con, death of canon and non-canon character (OC).
Special thank you: to esteliel and to chaotic_binky for much patience and encouragement.
Disclaimer: The elves and world of Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. This is written for entertainment purposes only and not for profit. No archiving/reposting without permission.
Scenario/Summary: This is an AU that was inspired by the following drabble; esteliel was kind enough to allow me to explore it. Her drabble is below, and my AU starts after the break. If you have not read either “Anestel” or “Cuil Eden”, you need to read those first since this AU is based on them.
From: Five Things That Never Happened To Legolas (No. 3) by esteliel:
Legolas shivers and wraps his blanket more tightly around himself as he watches his child play outside with his nurse. He has not held Gîlríon for months now, not since Glorfindel grew bored of him and sent him away from his rooms. The Lord seems to have all but forgotten about him -- and certainly, so will Gîl, who probably does not even know his name. It is a good thing, Legolas tries to tell himself, for Glorfindel loves the child, and what could he ever have given him? Still, it is cold in the small room he has been assigned, and Legolas wishes he could have seen the majestic trees of his father's forest one last time.
~~~~~~
Judging from the angle of the sun, it must be nearly lunchtime and Legolas watches sadly as the nurse leads Gîl inside, so that the elfling will be clean and neat when he dines with his sire. Legolas remains standing in the sunshine, though. His lunch is a cold one of meat and cheese, so it makes no difference when he eats. But he will eat, for the twins will come this night, demanding that he serve them and Legolas knows that he will need every last bit of strength he can find to endure their visit.
***flashback***
Legolas cowered against the bed, unable to stop shaking. He was so tired! It seemed as if he never had any rest between the demands of his infant son and his new master. Although he had agreed to serve Lord Glorfindel in any way the lord desired of him, it seemed since Gîlríon's birth that the Elda had become more and more demanding. Legolas had been foolish to think he might be allowed to recover normally from the labor -- instead of the weeks granted to ellith, he was given only a few days. Lord Elrond had made it clear that the three days he had spent in the healing rooms were most generous and since he was no longer in any danger, he was to return to the main section of the House with Glorfindel.
“I hope you are ready for me, roch neth,” Glorfindel purred as he settled next to the youth. “Ah, even now you tremble for my touch. Do not worry, I am sure you will please me well.”
“Don't... please... don't.” Legolas pushed vainly at the larger elf. Instead, his weak protest was met by laughter.
“So, you wish to play do you? No matter, I am happy to accommodate you.” Glorfindel grinned down at the pale, tired face beneath him. Someday Legolas might realize how erotic his struggles were, and that they only served to arouse him even more.
“Please, I am so tired,” Legolas whimpered but Glorfindel was turning him easily onto his stomach.
“I hope you are ready for me,” he said as he quickly sheathed himself in the trembling youth's body. Finding that Legolas was not oiled or otherwise prepared only indicated to Glorfindel how eager he was for his master's touch. “You were so eager you did not even trouble to prepare yourself before coming to bed, did you? No matter, it pleases me to take you thus.”
Legolas tried to remain quiet as Glorfindel pounded into him. He had been so tired, he had forgotten to ready himself. He didn't know why he had even tried to protest in the first place; Glorfindel was much stronger and older -- he would always win. A few tears slid from his eyes and he hoped that the ordeal would soon be over. His breasts were beginning to fill with milk and in a few more minutes the nipples would be painful -- and Gîlríon would start to cry to be fed. Legolas prayed that the infant would remain asleep just awhile longer, until he had satisfied his duty to his lord. One last hard thrust and Legolas could feel Glorfindel resting heavily on his back, filling him with seed once more.
“Yes, you please me well.” The bed shifted as his lord got up and stretched. Legolas remained still on the mattress only to jump as Glorfindel swatted him, hard. This was something else that was new; the light, not-quite-hard slaps and blows that now were part of his daily routine. “Come, get out of there so that the maids can come in with fresh bedding.”
“Yes, my lord.” Legolas slid out of the bed, swaying as he did so. But Glorfindel had his back turned and didn't notice. Hearing Gîlríon beginning to whimper, Legolas pulled on a light robe and went to the alcove where his son's cradle was kept, leaning down to pick the tiny child up. //At least he does not need changing yet// Legolas thought with a sigh as Gîlríon quickly began to nurse. Legolas tightened his grip and walked back into the other room, sitting down heavily on the nearest padded chair. It was so good to sit down and rest. The young Sindar's eyes were sleepy and he leaned back, putting his feet up. Vaguely, he wondered what the future would hold for him and his son. Glorfindel adored Gîl, so there was no real worry there and he had made several hints about a large family to Legolas. Legolas fought back a tired sigh. If only he could feel rested and well... he was beginning to think he would never feel that way again.
“I will be back shortly, roch neth.” Glorfindel leaned down to whisper in Legolas' ear, smiling when the youth startled slightly. “My, we are jumpy, aren't we? Perhaps I can find a way to settle you down later?”
“Yes, my lord.” Legolas' response was automatic and Gîlríon wriggled a bit as his sire ruffled his soft curls, though he continued to feed. Legolas was thankful when the elf lord left, for it meant he could finally relax a little.
*****
When Glorfindel returned to his rooms, Legolas could see he was in a dark mood. This was never a good sign and he wondered what he had done wrong now. He'd been sequestered in these rooms since Gîlríon's birth and he couldn't think of anything... but that didn't mean his lord wouldn't find *something Legolas had done to displease him. When Glorfindel spoke to him, Legolas flinched.
“I am leaving for a while. It seems there is an increase in orc activity along the northern borders, and I am to lead a squad to investigate and destroy them.”
“How long will you be gone, my lord?” Legolas stammered nervously. He discovered there was yet a new source of worry -- that something might happen to his lord. If something happened to Glorfindel, what would happen to Gîl? And to himself?
“Why? Are you so eager to be rid of me?” Glorfindel growled at the youth. By the Valar, he hoped that Gîlríon had not inherited this same timidity. He would have to make certain to guard against the child developing the Sindar taint of weakness that seemed to define Legolas' character. //It was very strange,// Glorfindel mused, //for both Oropher and Thranduil were noted, skilled warriors even if they were enemies.// *His son would *not become a nervous, shy creature more like a rabbit than an elf -- not if *he had any say in the matter. “Well?”
“No, my lord. I would never wish that,” Legolas replied, hanging his head. “It is just that Gîlríon will miss you.”
“And you? Will you miss me as well?” Glorfindel pulled Legolas into a tight embrace, hurriedly ripping the youth's tunic even as he began walking him backward toward the bed.
“Yes, my lord,” Legolas moaned at the elf lord's rough touch. There would be bruises on his fair skin the next day but no one would see them, and in any case it didn't matter. “I will miss you so much.”
“Then show me,” Glorfindel replied as Legolas fell backward on the bed. The younger ellon quickly arranged his limbs in a manner his lord would find most pleasing: lounging on his side while looking coquettishly through his lashes at the Elda, although he was trembling with fatigue.
“Does this please you, my lord?” Legolas' voice shook only a little as he managed a smile.
Glorfindel's only answer was a rough growl as he pressed the youth to the bed. Legolas gasped at the heavy pressure on his reed-thin frame, and Glorfindel's mouth covered his easily. His moan of pain went unheard as he felt as if that two of his ribs were cracking.
When Glorfindel finally rose the next morning, he noticed that Legolas' eyes were closed once more. Really, this closed-eye sleep was becoming a bit much. The little Sinda had been given plenty of time to recover from Gîlríon's birth, so he must be pretending in order to try and tease his lord into granting him some sort of favor.
“Wake up, Legolas.” Glorfindel shook him awake. “You are going to become fat and lazy if this keeps up. Maybe I will start calling you 'Laiska' -- would you like that?”
“I am sorry, my lord.” Legolas sat, trying to orient himself. He noticed that Glorfindel was staring at his chest, fascinated by the tight nipples that were nearly ready to leak with milk. “I am sorry; I did not hear Gîlríon.”
“Our little star will be fine for a few moments more,” Glorfindel said as he reached forward to flick his fingernail against the tight nipples. “I think I will steal a quick taste myself before I leave.”
“But Gîlríon.” Legolas gasped as Glorfindel lowered his head and began to suckle. It felt so different from Gîlríon, so much more... erotic. “No, please. Stop this.”
“As always, your mouth says one thing while your body tells me something else. Be still, roch neth.”
So Legolas obeyed his lord once more.
*****
Three months later, Glorfindel returned from his patrol. Legolas had not dared to step outside their room, though he had taken great care that Gîl's cot was placed on the balcony when the days were particularly fine and warm. Gîlríon had thrived and Legolas felt badly that the golden Elda had missed so many little things during his absence. Their meals had continued to arrive on a regular basis, along with the house maids. Legolas still was forcing himself to eat; even with Lord Elrond's tea to help him, it remained hard for him to keep food down and his appetite never seemed to increase.
At the same time, Legolas had even less chance to rest, for the nurse left the day after his lord's departure. Since Glorfindel's orders were always rather vague, Legolas assumed that she was no longer ordered to attend them. Gîlríon was sweet-natured, and Legolas enjoyed every moment spent with his baby son. But Gîlríon was also a very *active child and Legolas' greatest fear was that something would happen to him.
That day had been longer than usual for Legolas, for Gîlríon had started teething the week before and it seemed that the lone tooth would soon have a neighbor. Legolas finally managed to get Gîlríon to lie down for a nap, and promptly headed for the bath, determined to clean up before the child woke again. The water was cool and Legolas luxuriated in the rare quiet. He knew it couldn't last long though, so he reluctantly climbed out of the bath, letting the water slowly drip onto the soft rug that covered the floor. He studied his reflection briefly in the mirror, sighing as he began to plait his hair back in an effort to discourage Gîlríon from chewing the ends.
This same day Glorfindel returned from his patrol. After a cursory report to Elrond, he left immediately for his rooms. He looked over at the small alcove and noticed Gîl sleeping in his cot. Smiling down at the child, he thought how much Gîlríon had grown, and so quickly! It was most unfair of Elrond to have kept him away for so long. After all, Elrond had hardly left the nursery when the twins were the same age. In fact, it wasn't until they had been old enough to start lessons that the Peredhel had returned to a formal schedule.
Glorfindel decided not to disturb his son, and headed for the bath, eager for a chance to wash the grime away. He was pleased to notice that Legolas was there ahead of him. The Sindar youth had clearly kept himself in readiness for his lord's return, which suited Glorfindel just fine.
“Are you eager for my touch, roch neth?” Glorfindel growled as he entered the bath. “You must be, for I see that you have followed my instructions well.”
“My lord!” Legolas turned quickly, feeling his old nervousness once more. “I did not know you would be back today.”
“Neither did I, pen neth.” Glorfindel had caught the youth's wrists in his large hands, and gently nipped at the soft skin. Legolas yelped briefly in pain, only to find himself being pushed up against the cool marble wall. “I hope that you are ready for me now. After all, *I am ready, and that is all that matters.”
“No, stop.” Legolas struggled in his grasp. “Please, my lord -- just let me rest.”
“That is no problem. I know you are more than happy to accommodate me in bed.” Glorfindel picked the youth up easily, tossing him over his shoulder and carrying him back into his bedroom. “Now then, strip me, pen neth. It is time you learned how to bathe me without water.”
“No,” Legolas moaned as he tried to push away from his lord. “Please, Gîl is asleep and might waken -- do not shame me so in front of my son.”
“*Your son? *Your son?” Glorfindel's expression darkened instantly. “How dare you?! He is *my son too, you little whore, and you would do well to remember it.”
“I did not mean... I am sorry, my lord.” Legolas' face showed his distress clearly.
“Not as sorry as you're going to be.” Glorfindel threw Legolas on the bed, watching dispassionately as the youth cringed away from him. He hurriedly threw his clothing in a heap on the floor, sat down on the edge and roughly pulled Legolas over to him, ignoring the soft cry of pain as his grip tightened around the slender ankle.
“No! I do not want this! Let go!” Legolas could only think of Gîlríon's nearby presence: how the noise of their arguing, and the sight of his ada being punished by his atto for disobedience, then being forced to submit to an even harsher demand might badly affect the elfling's fëa. Legolas was convinced that Gîlríon understood far more than the others thought possible for an infant and it was this thought that drove him to rebel. Legolas broke away from his lord's grip for a brief moment and stood as if to leave.
“You dare to deny me? After what you promised?” Glorfindel was on his feet in an instant, stalking toward the trembling youth. “I should have known better! I see now what your word is worth -- the word of a Sinda!”
“I did not mean...” Legolas' plea was cut short by a heavy blow from Glorfindel. Legolas' head snapped back and he raised his hand to his cheek, wondering if the elf lord had managed to crack the bone as he felt the swelling begin. “I am sorry, my lord. I beg you...”
Glorfindel was in a towering rage, however, and so ignored Legolas' soft plea. He quickly rummaged in the wardrobe and pulled out an old tunic and leggings, tossing them at the young prince.
“Put these on now,” he said coldly. Legolas hurried, struggling to pull the cloth over his damp skin. “Hurry up, Sinda. I have better things to do than waste my time with the likes of you.”
“My lord, Gîlríon will wake soon and he will be hungry.”
“You need not worry about Gîlríon, ernil. It is past time he was weaned, for he will only be corrupted by your Sindar weakness. You already prove yourself false and break your word to me. You cannot be trusted. Come!” Glorfindel seized Legolas' wrist and began to pull the slender youth out of the door and down the hall.
“But my lord, please!” Legolas stumbled behind his lord, even as he tried to straighten his tunic and fasten the leggings. Despite everything that had happened, he tried to retain a semblance of modesty even though he knew the realm of Imladris thought of him as mere chattel, scarcely better than an animal. He was beginning to panic now, for he had never seen Glorfindel quite this angry before.
In the distance, Gîlríon stirred and whimpered for his ada to pick him up and feed him. Gîlríon was wet and hungry; it was time for his ada to care for him and sing to him while he nursed. But his ada was not there and would not be returning, so the elfling's wails went unheard for a long time.
TBC...
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