LotR Au Fic (Mpreg) -- 2 of 4
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*****
"Here Elladan, enjoy him." Glorfindel laughed as he pushed Legolas into the Peredhel's grasp, ignoring the sharp gasp of pain the young prince had been unable to suppress. "My son has no further need of a milk nurse; he must learn to grow up to be a strong Noldor warrior."
Legolas made no sound at the rough treatment; there was only a flash of pain in his eyes. He turned as if to plead with his lord but Glorfindel was not looking at him. His lord had trained him so that Legolas was barely able to remember his own mind -- only for his son’s sake had he instinctively struggled -- constantly fearing to do something that would displease the golden Elda. But all that concerned Glorfindel was his displeasure and that Gîlríon should no longer nurse from his ada.
"I wondered if you would tire of your little Sindar pet, Glorfindel." Elladan wasted no time pulling Legolas to his feet, smiling as his hard grip circled Legolas' thin wrist in a way guaranteed to leave bruises. "I am much in your debt, my lord."
"Just see that you do not break him," Glorfindel replied. "He is rather valuable for a Sinda and your father does not wish to antagonize Thranduil unnecessarily. And do not share him with anyone besides Elrohir unless you ask me first."
"It shall be as you say, my lord." Elladan bowed briefly to the golden Elda. "Come along, little Sindar ernil."
Legolas stumbled tiredly behind Elladan as the twin dragged him through several long halls before stopping in front of a heavy oak door that was braced with iron. The air was oddly still and it seemed to be a lesser-used section of the hall. Elladan pushed the door open and Legolas sneezed unexpectedly.
"Here you go, cunneth. I think these rooms suit your station quite well. Do you approve?"
"Yes, my lord." Legolas knew better than to argue and though the room was bare and cold, he could see no damp spots that indicated the weather found its way inside. There was a small water closet in one corner that was shielded by a dusty curtain and Legolas was pathetically glad of the convenience.
"At least you have some manners," Elladan muttered. He sounded disappointed, as if he had expected Legolas to disagree. But Legolas already knew that he would displease the older elf. It was merely a question of when and what sort of excuse Elladan was looking for; if he couldn't find anything specific, he would invent one. Legolas had learned *that lesson well.
"This once I will allow you to speak freely to me." Elladan studied the thin blond elf who stood with head bowed in front of him. He had a lot of plans for the creature and he could hardly wait to begin. Elladan had never dared to expect Glorfindel would share his little pet at all, and now the Sinda was to be his indefinitely. "Well? Have you nothing you wish to say?"
"I need my medicine, my lord. Your father was most insistent that I take it daily, for he designed it specifically for my condition." Legolas spoke quietly, keeping his head down and his eyes trained on the floor.
"Very well." Elladan nodded quickly. "Anything else?"
//My son,// Legolas thought. //I need my son.// But these thoughts remained unspoken, for he knew that part of his life was over -- or at least until such time as Elladan should tire of him or Glorfindel might decide to take him back.
"No, my lord. I only await your pleasure."
"Oh I will take my pleasure soon enough, Sinda. But I want you to understand my rules. First, you will keep yourself ready for me at all times. Second, you will not speak unless absolutely necessary. Third, you are not to leave these rooms. *Ever*. You may step on the balcony as long as you do not call any attention to yourself. The only exception will be if either my father, myself, my brother or Glorfindel comes for you in person. Do you understand these rules?"
"Yes, my lord." Legolas kept his head bowed. "I hear and obey."
"Then down on your knees and serve me."
Legolas knelt and quickly unfastened the dark elf's leggings with his teeth and carefully drew the aroused cock into his mouth. Within moments, Elladan spilled his seed down Legolas' willing throat and was not entirely surprised when he felt the younger elf cleaning him with his tongue. Smiling, he petted the golden haired elf and briefly wondered just what Glorfindel's other duties might have been in Ecthelion's court, for he had seldom known such a well-trained thrall. Then he shrugged, knowing that the Elda would never speak of his past in Gondolin.
"You have done well. Now I want you to rest because I will be back in a few hours."
Legolas nodded silently and promptly curled up in a small patch of sunlight.
A few hours later, Elladan returned with Elrohir and several servants bringing needed furnishings. A bed and bedding, a table and chair, a few changes of clothes and other necessities. Most important of all, there was the medicine that Lord Elrond believed would keep Legolas from conceiving another child. Legolas was surprised at how good the furnishings were; while the items were not of the quality he had grown used to with Glorfindel, they were better than he had expected from Elladan and he was privately convinced that Elrohir had been involved in choosing them.
"You don't need many clothes since you won't be going anywhere or seeing anyone. But just in case your presence should be needed at court, I want you to be prepared."
"Yes, my lord."
"You see, Ro? He is already *very* well-trained. It's rather a pity because I was looking forward to breaking him a little more. Now, where should we start?"
“I think I would like to feel that soft mouth.” Elrohir began to loosen his leggings and noticed how the Sinda was already kneeling in front of him. He smiled, lacing his fingers in the long blond hair in order to control the youngster more easily. “Since you have already had some pleasure, I suggest you bring our toy chest here while I have my turn. After all, we do not wish to interrupt things later on, do we?”
“Well spoken, toren. I will return shortly, and then we can begin.”
“He can make a start right now,” and Elrohir pulled Legolas' head toward his groin, his gaze never leaving his brother as he left the room.
Legolas knew what was expected of him and he had schooled his expression to be pleasant, no matter what he might feel personally. As he leaned forward to open the peredhel's leggings, a sudden tug on his hair made him pause and he raised his eyes, puzzled.
“Now that my brother is gone, I want you to listen to what I have to say and keep quiet. Understand?” Legolas managed a brief nod before freezing into place, afraid he had angered the dark elf. “I would prefer to have nothing to do with this, but I have little choice. I will protect you as best I can, but do not expect too much.”
The slender youngster knelt before him and Elrohir, looking at him sadly, felt suddenly sick. This was wrong, yet neither of them had any choice. He idly stroked the silky blonde hair for several minutes while the youth rested against Elrohir's muscled thigh. He raised his head when he sensed his twin's approach and Legolas hesitated. “Go ahead and continue, princeling. There is no other way now.”
“Ro!” The door crashed open as Elladan entered with a large, oddly plain box. “I brought everything we have acquired; all of our specialties. What would you like to start with, Ro?” Elladan's smile bore an uncanny resemblance to a snake and he laughed when Legolas shivered.
The next morning, Legolas could barely move and his entire body felt bruised, but he knew that his masters were pleased with him for even though they were gone, he was allowed to remain asleep in the bed. It was a kindness he had not expected but he also knew better than to presume on such a privilege. Wincing, he limped over to the washstand in order to clean himself before he laid down on a thick rug in order to wait for their return.
It was nearly midday when Legolas was woken by the sound of familiar, childish laughter. Moving quietly, he eased himself onto the balcony and peered down into a small, enclosed garden, where Gîlríon was playing happily with a few outdoor toys. A female nurse was watching him and for a moment Legolas wondered if this was some trick designed to torment him. But then he realized that Elladan did not possess that kind of foresight, and the fact that his new room overlooked Gîlríon's playground was a mixed blessing. To be so near and yet so far, to see but not be able to speak to his son was a new torment. But it was one he could live with quite easily, and it served to strengthen Legolas' resolve to obey his new masters' lightest whims, so that he would not lose his vantage point.
Elladan never suspected anything different in his manner that evening but Elrohir looked thoughtfully at the Sindar thrall-prince for a long time before shrugging his shoulders and subtly making sure that his twin did not go too far with his games.
***end flashback***
Legolas sighs and turns from the window. He had better eat now while things are quiet, for his new masters will be displeased if they do not think he has eaten enough. But the old trouble of keeping food down has returned to plague him once more and Legolas hopes that it is only nervousness. He takes his special medicine regularly, and there is still some left so Legolas forces himself to relax, thankful that Lord Elrond has provided with the means to avoid a further pregnancy.
"Hello, little Sinda."
Automatically, Legolas kneels in front of his masters, waiting for their next command.
"Look at me, Legolas." Legolas raises his head, slightly puzzled at Elrohir's voice. Usually it is Elladan who speaks to him, who takes the greatest pleasure in putting him through his paces. "We are going to be leaving on an extended patrol. Is there anything that you need?"
Legolas pauses, thinking carefully. There is food and water, a warm place to sleep and on every nice day (of which there are many in Imladris), he is able to watch Gîl to his heart's content -- even if it is from a distance and even though Gîl is unaware of him.
"I can think of nothing, my lord. How long will you be gone?" Legolas flinches immediately at the question, for he was not given permission to ask questions. But Elrohir is not his twin and ignores the oversight, forestalling his twin's reaction.
"It is acceptable, Dan. After all, we are to care for him as he still technically belongs to Glorfindel. In answer to your question, Legolas, we will be gone for several months but less than a year. Your meal allotment will be brought twice a week, and laundry will be collected and returned at the same time. You are to sleep in the bed and not on the floor, by the way. Make sure you use proper blankets, and a pillow. We do not want you to become ill." Elrohir paused for a moment. "What say you that we take him to the baths, toren? He will not have such a chance to bathe properly again till we return. There is little that is more enjoyable than a good bath."
"Very well, Ro. Come, Sinda. Gather your robe and slippers, the baths should be quiet now." Elladan allowed himself a lascivious snicker, "Though not for much longer."
Legolas follows his masters along the winding halls. It feels like a long way to the baths. Although Legolas enjoys being really clean once again, he is so exhausted from 'bathing' with the Peredhil that Elrohir carries him back to his rooms in his arms, as if he were a tiny elfling and rouses him only once they are all ensconced in the large soft bed. The twins seem to enjoy his extreme pliancy and by the time they are finished once more, Legolas' eyes close tightly in sleep. This amuses them, and he falls asleep with their bright laughter echoing in his ears. Legolas is still unaware when they finally rise and leave early the next morning.
*****
Legolas stands beside the window, shivering even as he clutches the blanket around his shoulders, for his room is cold even on the warmest days. Wood elves do not do well if they are kept away from the forest and Legolas misses the majestic trees of his father's realm keenly, but the trees are forbidden to him in his confinement and Legolas knows that part of his fëa is damaged as a result. Further, it only serves to remind him that Gîlríon is probably totally unaware of his Sindar heritage. Gîlríon has grown tall in these past months and it hurts Legolas to think how much of his son's life he has missed. Sadly, he wonders if Gîl even remembers him at all. Did he ever cry for his missing ada? What did Glorfindel tell him -- rather, what has he told him? Perhaps Gîl thinks that his ada already went to the Halls of Mandos, for Legolas knows now that Glorfindel and the Peredhil are capable of any deception that suits them.
Perhaps though, it is not so far from the truth. Legolas bites back a moan as a sharp pain slices through his lower back. He remains beside the window until Gîl disappears from view, followed by a young guard as well as a nurse. Legolas moves heavily to the chair and sits down, his thin arms cradling his swollen belly. Despite the medicine, he is again with child. This time he knows what to expect, how he should feel and this time, it feels all wrong. He knows he has lost weight again -- too much, he fears -- despite his best efforts to eat, and this cannot be good. There is a quiet heaviness that was not present before and Legolas wishes that the twins had not both gone on such a long patrol. But worst of all is the knowledge that Glorfindel will see this pregnancy as the ultimate betrayal and that he, Legolas, will never again be accepted by the golden Elda.
Another sharp, white hot pain slices through him and this time he cannot stifle a cry as he slides to the stone floor, unconscious. But there is no-one to hear his cry and it will be another two days before the next meal tray is due.
TBC...
*****
"Here Elladan, enjoy him." Glorfindel laughed as he pushed Legolas into the Peredhel's grasp, ignoring the sharp gasp of pain the young prince had been unable to suppress. "My son has no further need of a milk nurse; he must learn to grow up to be a strong Noldor warrior."
Legolas made no sound at the rough treatment; there was only a flash of pain in his eyes. He turned as if to plead with his lord but Glorfindel was not looking at him. His lord had trained him so that Legolas was barely able to remember his own mind -- only for his son’s sake had he instinctively struggled -- constantly fearing to do something that would displease the golden Elda. But all that concerned Glorfindel was his displeasure and that Gîlríon should no longer nurse from his ada.
"I wondered if you would tire of your little Sindar pet, Glorfindel." Elladan wasted no time pulling Legolas to his feet, smiling as his hard grip circled Legolas' thin wrist in a way guaranteed to leave bruises. "I am much in your debt, my lord."
"Just see that you do not break him," Glorfindel replied. "He is rather valuable for a Sinda and your father does not wish to antagonize Thranduil unnecessarily. And do not share him with anyone besides Elrohir unless you ask me first."
"It shall be as you say, my lord." Elladan bowed briefly to the golden Elda. "Come along, little Sindar ernil."
Legolas stumbled tiredly behind Elladan as the twin dragged him through several long halls before stopping in front of a heavy oak door that was braced with iron. The air was oddly still and it seemed to be a lesser-used section of the hall. Elladan pushed the door open and Legolas sneezed unexpectedly.
"Here you go, cunneth. I think these rooms suit your station quite well. Do you approve?"
"Yes, my lord." Legolas knew better than to argue and though the room was bare and cold, he could see no damp spots that indicated the weather found its way inside. There was a small water closet in one corner that was shielded by a dusty curtain and Legolas was pathetically glad of the convenience.
"At least you have some manners," Elladan muttered. He sounded disappointed, as if he had expected Legolas to disagree. But Legolas already knew that he would displease the older elf. It was merely a question of when and what sort of excuse Elladan was looking for; if he couldn't find anything specific, he would invent one. Legolas had learned *that lesson well.
"This once I will allow you to speak freely to me." Elladan studied the thin blond elf who stood with head bowed in front of him. He had a lot of plans for the creature and he could hardly wait to begin. Elladan had never dared to expect Glorfindel would share his little pet at all, and now the Sinda was to be his indefinitely. "Well? Have you nothing you wish to say?"
"I need my medicine, my lord. Your father was most insistent that I take it daily, for he designed it specifically for my condition." Legolas spoke quietly, keeping his head down and his eyes trained on the floor.
"Very well." Elladan nodded quickly. "Anything else?"
//My son,// Legolas thought. //I need my son.// But these thoughts remained unspoken, for he knew that part of his life was over -- or at least until such time as Elladan should tire of him or Glorfindel might decide to take him back.
"No, my lord. I only await your pleasure."
"Oh I will take my pleasure soon enough, Sinda. But I want you to understand my rules. First, you will keep yourself ready for me at all times. Second, you will not speak unless absolutely necessary. Third, you are not to leave these rooms. *Ever*. You may step on the balcony as long as you do not call any attention to yourself. The only exception will be if either my father, myself, my brother or Glorfindel comes for you in person. Do you understand these rules?"
"Yes, my lord." Legolas kept his head bowed. "I hear and obey."
"Then down on your knees and serve me."
Legolas knelt and quickly unfastened the dark elf's leggings with his teeth and carefully drew the aroused cock into his mouth. Within moments, Elladan spilled his seed down Legolas' willing throat and was not entirely surprised when he felt the younger elf cleaning him with his tongue. Smiling, he petted the golden haired elf and briefly wondered just what Glorfindel's other duties might have been in Ecthelion's court, for he had seldom known such a well-trained thrall. Then he shrugged, knowing that the Elda would never speak of his past in Gondolin.
"You have done well. Now I want you to rest because I will be back in a few hours."
Legolas nodded silently and promptly curled up in a small patch of sunlight.
A few hours later, Elladan returned with Elrohir and several servants bringing needed furnishings. A bed and bedding, a table and chair, a few changes of clothes and other necessities. Most important of all, there was the medicine that Lord Elrond believed would keep Legolas from conceiving another child. Legolas was surprised at how good the furnishings were; while the items were not of the quality he had grown used to with Glorfindel, they were better than he had expected from Elladan and he was privately convinced that Elrohir had been involved in choosing them.
"You don't need many clothes since you won't be going anywhere or seeing anyone. But just in case your presence should be needed at court, I want you to be prepared."
"Yes, my lord."
"You see, Ro? He is already *very* well-trained. It's rather a pity because I was looking forward to breaking him a little more. Now, where should we start?"
“I think I would like to feel that soft mouth.” Elrohir began to loosen his leggings and noticed how the Sinda was already kneeling in front of him. He smiled, lacing his fingers in the long blond hair in order to control the youngster more easily. “Since you have already had some pleasure, I suggest you bring our toy chest here while I have my turn. After all, we do not wish to interrupt things later on, do we?”
“Well spoken, toren. I will return shortly, and then we can begin.”
“He can make a start right now,” and Elrohir pulled Legolas' head toward his groin, his gaze never leaving his brother as he left the room.
Legolas knew what was expected of him and he had schooled his expression to be pleasant, no matter what he might feel personally. As he leaned forward to open the peredhel's leggings, a sudden tug on his hair made him pause and he raised his eyes, puzzled.
“Now that my brother is gone, I want you to listen to what I have to say and keep quiet. Understand?” Legolas managed a brief nod before freezing into place, afraid he had angered the dark elf. “I would prefer to have nothing to do with this, but I have little choice. I will protect you as best I can, but do not expect too much.”
The slender youngster knelt before him and Elrohir, looking at him sadly, felt suddenly sick. This was wrong, yet neither of them had any choice. He idly stroked the silky blonde hair for several minutes while the youth rested against Elrohir's muscled thigh. He raised his head when he sensed his twin's approach and Legolas hesitated. “Go ahead and continue, princeling. There is no other way now.”
“Ro!” The door crashed open as Elladan entered with a large, oddly plain box. “I brought everything we have acquired; all of our specialties. What would you like to start with, Ro?” Elladan's smile bore an uncanny resemblance to a snake and he laughed when Legolas shivered.
The next morning, Legolas could barely move and his entire body felt bruised, but he knew that his masters were pleased with him for even though they were gone, he was allowed to remain asleep in the bed. It was a kindness he had not expected but he also knew better than to presume on such a privilege. Wincing, he limped over to the washstand in order to clean himself before he laid down on a thick rug in order to wait for their return.
It was nearly midday when Legolas was woken by the sound of familiar, childish laughter. Moving quietly, he eased himself onto the balcony and peered down into a small, enclosed garden, where Gîlríon was playing happily with a few outdoor toys. A female nurse was watching him and for a moment Legolas wondered if this was some trick designed to torment him. But then he realized that Elladan did not possess that kind of foresight, and the fact that his new room overlooked Gîlríon's playground was a mixed blessing. To be so near and yet so far, to see but not be able to speak to his son was a new torment. But it was one he could live with quite easily, and it served to strengthen Legolas' resolve to obey his new masters' lightest whims, so that he would not lose his vantage point.
Elladan never suspected anything different in his manner that evening but Elrohir looked thoughtfully at the Sindar thrall-prince for a long time before shrugging his shoulders and subtly making sure that his twin did not go too far with his games.
***end flashback***
Legolas sighs and turns from the window. He had better eat now while things are quiet, for his new masters will be displeased if they do not think he has eaten enough. But the old trouble of keeping food down has returned to plague him once more and Legolas hopes that it is only nervousness. He takes his special medicine regularly, and there is still some left so Legolas forces himself to relax, thankful that Lord Elrond has provided with the means to avoid a further pregnancy.
"Hello, little Sinda."
Automatically, Legolas kneels in front of his masters, waiting for their next command.
"Look at me, Legolas." Legolas raises his head, slightly puzzled at Elrohir's voice. Usually it is Elladan who speaks to him, who takes the greatest pleasure in putting him through his paces. "We are going to be leaving on an extended patrol. Is there anything that you need?"
Legolas pauses, thinking carefully. There is food and water, a warm place to sleep and on every nice day (of which there are many in Imladris), he is able to watch Gîl to his heart's content -- even if it is from a distance and even though Gîl is unaware of him.
"I can think of nothing, my lord. How long will you be gone?" Legolas flinches immediately at the question, for he was not given permission to ask questions. But Elrohir is not his twin and ignores the oversight, forestalling his twin's reaction.
"It is acceptable, Dan. After all, we are to care for him as he still technically belongs to Glorfindel. In answer to your question, Legolas, we will be gone for several months but less than a year. Your meal allotment will be brought twice a week, and laundry will be collected and returned at the same time. You are to sleep in the bed and not on the floor, by the way. Make sure you use proper blankets, and a pillow. We do not want you to become ill." Elrohir paused for a moment. "What say you that we take him to the baths, toren? He will not have such a chance to bathe properly again till we return. There is little that is more enjoyable than a good bath."
"Very well, Ro. Come, Sinda. Gather your robe and slippers, the baths should be quiet now." Elladan allowed himself a lascivious snicker, "Though not for much longer."
Legolas follows his masters along the winding halls. It feels like a long way to the baths. Although Legolas enjoys being really clean once again, he is so exhausted from 'bathing' with the Peredhil that Elrohir carries him back to his rooms in his arms, as if he were a tiny elfling and rouses him only once they are all ensconced in the large soft bed. The twins seem to enjoy his extreme pliancy and by the time they are finished once more, Legolas' eyes close tightly in sleep. This amuses them, and he falls asleep with their bright laughter echoing in his ears. Legolas is still unaware when they finally rise and leave early the next morning.
*****
Legolas stands beside the window, shivering even as he clutches the blanket around his shoulders, for his room is cold even on the warmest days. Wood elves do not do well if they are kept away from the forest and Legolas misses the majestic trees of his father's realm keenly, but the trees are forbidden to him in his confinement and Legolas knows that part of his fëa is damaged as a result. Further, it only serves to remind him that Gîlríon is probably totally unaware of his Sindar heritage. Gîlríon has grown tall in these past months and it hurts Legolas to think how much of his son's life he has missed. Sadly, he wonders if Gîl even remembers him at all. Did he ever cry for his missing ada? What did Glorfindel tell him -- rather, what has he told him? Perhaps Gîl thinks that his ada already went to the Halls of Mandos, for Legolas knows now that Glorfindel and the Peredhil are capable of any deception that suits them.
Perhaps though, it is not so far from the truth. Legolas bites back a moan as a sharp pain slices through his lower back. He remains beside the window until Gîl disappears from view, followed by a young guard as well as a nurse. Legolas moves heavily to the chair and sits down, his thin arms cradling his swollen belly. Despite the medicine, he is again with child. This time he knows what to expect, how he should feel and this time, it feels all wrong. He knows he has lost weight again -- too much, he fears -- despite his best efforts to eat, and this cannot be good. There is a quiet heaviness that was not present before and Legolas wishes that the twins had not both gone on such a long patrol. But worst of all is the knowledge that Glorfindel will see this pregnancy as the ultimate betrayal and that he, Legolas, will never again be accepted by the golden Elda.
Another sharp, white hot pain slices through him and this time he cannot stifle a cry as he slides to the stone floor, unconscious. But there is no-one to hear his cry and it will be another two days before the next meal tray is due.
TBC...
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