Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 18/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mpreg, d/s
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

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Weeks passed until news from Mirkwood returned to Rivendell. As had been expected, the rumours of Legolas had quickly reached Thranduil, and the King of Mirkwood had been furious. And yet, despite his anger, he had apparently been able to think calmly enough to not risk an open war. The message of Elrond's spy spoke of a small group of warriors sent to Rivendell, no more than 20, although they consisted of the best of Mirkwood's troops and were led by Celeirdúr, Legolas oldest brother. Their task seemed to be to discover the strength of Imladris, to see if the rumours were true and -- if possible -- capture Legolas and return with him to Mirkwood.

It was a reasoned plan, a plan which spoke of more calm assessment than Elrond would have thought Thranduil possessed, and yet a plan which fit almost perfectly into Elrond's own plans, because as long as he knew what to expect, Elrond would have no problems dealing with the group of Sindar elves.

In a quickly gathered small council, it was decided that Glorfindel and the twins would ride with the guards to wait in the woods for the Mirkwood party. They would hide in the trees and take the party by surprise, overpower them and take them as prisoners. And then they would start new negotiations for Thranduil surely would not endanger the life of his oldest son.

Glorfindel had been gone for four days which Legolas had spent in his favourite spot in the garden, resting under the tree and worrying himself sick. r alr all, there was no way these actions would bring out something good for him. If his brother suceeded, he would be taken back home where his father would surely punish him severely for getting pregnant with Glorfindel's child, and if Elrond's plan proved successful -- no, even after the way he had been treated by his family, Legolas still loved his brother and did not want him to get hurt.

It was in the afternoon of that fourth day that Legolas became aware of a commotion in front of the house. The sounds of horses, shouts, servants which hastened in the direction of the entrance -- something seemed to have happened, and that something most probably had to do with Glorfindel's return.

Legolas waited nervously. He knew that he was not supposed to walk through the house on his own, but it was so hard to wait when he did not know what had happened. There could have been a fight, Glorfindel could have been wounded!

Finally a servant came and told him that Glorfindel required his presence in the hall, which meant that the group was indeed back, and that Glorfindel was apparently unharmed -- but the servant refused to tell Legolas more, and so he tried his best to hurry. When they finally arrived in the great hall which normally was used for celebrations and formal gatherings, there were so many people there that Legolas felt immidiately lost until he finally recognized the familiar golden mane of Glorfindel. "My Lord!" he cried as he hurried to his side, "are you wounded? What has happened?"

Glorfindel laughed and laid one arm around him. "You were worried, little one? Fear not, nothing has happened to me, I am perfectly healthy -- apart, perhaps, from the leaves which still stick in my hair from sleeping on the cold ground."

"I shall wash and comb your hair then, so that it will shine and do your name justice." With a smile Legolas leant against Glorfindel's side, feeling mmenmmense relieve now that the Noldo had safely returned. As much as he hated some of the things Glorfindel forced him to do, when the elf was gone, Legolas missed him badly. Perhaps it was simply because there was no other elf around who would talk to him, but without Glorfindel at his side, Legolas felt lost like a leaf falling from the trees in autumn.

"It is really true then!" a voice hissed close to him. It was a familiar voice, the voice of his brother Celeirdúr who cur currently being restrained by two of Rivendell's guards. "I did not want to believe it, but it is true.. you filthy little whore!" Anger flashed in his eyes, and all of a sudden he managed to push the guards away so that he could stride forward and slap Legolas hard.

Before Legolas could even react, Glorfindel jumped forward and, after a very short scuffle, managed to restrain the livid Sindar until the guards finally managed to bind his hands behind his back.

"If you touch him again, I will kill you," Glorfindel hissed, causing Celeirdúr to sneer.

"Why, is the little whore so good at spreading his legs that you would protect him?"

"I'm no whore!" Legolas cried plaintively. "Why do you hurt me so? You are my brother!"

"Nay, I am your brother no longer, you are no part of our family! Lie with that Noldo, lie with all of that cursed Pereds fas family, with his guards -- I do not care! From the second on that you allowed that filthy Noldo's touches, you ceased to be a prince of our people!"

"I had no choice!" Legolas cried, trying to get past Glorfindel and closer to his brother. "You know what father did, he banished me! Where was I supposed to go? I would have died in the wilderness from cold and hunger had not Glorfindel allowed me to stay with him!"

"Yes, and I can see that you are only to eager to repay his generosity! By the Valar, you are disgusting! Praising the house of Elrond, carrying Glorfindel's child inside you while you cling to him like a needy little human whore -- father should have killed you, at least then Mirkwood would be free of your shame!"

"It is my child, Celeirdúr!" Legolas whispered. "It is my child and I will protect it... can you not forgive me for that?"

"No!" his brother hissed. "No, I cannot and I will not, and neither will father. As long as one of us still lives and rules over Mirkwood, your name will never be spoken again, and neither will the name of your child! You do not exist, you were dead from the moment you lay beneath that Noldo!"

Legolas tried in vain to stop the sobs which shook him. He held his hands before his face, crying into them as he heard this cruel judgement. Never before had there been a punishment like this in Mirkwood, and for good reason -- this was worse than death. To be sundered so completely from his kin...

Legolas was pale and shaking with shock, his tears flowing freely. He felt lightheaded, and only Glorfindel's fast return to his side prevented him from swaying. He opened his mouth, tried to say something, *anything* which would make his brother reconsider those terrible words, but no sound left his mouth. With a choked sob he finally turned and buried his face against Glorfindel's chest, soaking his robe with his tears. He felt like he had already died, like Celeirdúr's words had finally parted him from everything which had meant something to The There was nothing left for him, nothing but scorn and hostility and humiliation. And the child he was carrying... wearily he raised a hand to rub his bulging belly. "Take me back, please," he whispered through his tears, "please, my Lord, take me back to your rooms."

"Yes," Glorfindel sighed, "yes, I'll take you back, and when I return..." he gave Celeirdúr a dark and threatening look, "I will speak with your brother."

tbc...