Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 28/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
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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Once they had returned to Glorfindel's rooms, Legolas took their son into his arms who had slept peacefully until then and followed Glorfindel outside to enjoy the sunshine. Once again Glorfindel pulled Legolas down into his lap beneath the tree which seemed to have become their favourite location. With a sigh, Legolas relaxed against Glorfindel's chest while he watched the hungry drinking of his son. So small, and yet he would grow and soon be just as old as himself...

And what would happen then? Would Glorfindel take him away from him to have him taught by tutors like... Erestor? Legolas shuddered. No, he did not want that, not Erestor, not after what he had seen... but no matter what teachers, they would probably all despise him.
Of course Glorfindel had promised him that he would not take his child away from him, but what would happen when Gîlríon grew older? He would not be able to protect him from the reality he had been born into.

Perhaps he should simply accept things the way they were, keep trying to please Glorfindel and watch him raise his son as his heir. But the child was his son as well, a Mirkwood elf, although an exiled one! Legolas would do everything he could do ensure his survival and wellbeing, but what about his education? Being raised in Imladris, he would surely come to hate the Sindar elves... and that Legolas could not allow to happen.
He'd surrender all of himself to Glorfindel, but not his child. Gîlríon should have the chance to grow up in a peaceful place witout the continuous crises and conflicts the elven races seemed to be unable to live without...

And still, what right had he to take away the only chance his child might have at a life without constant worries about food and security? In the beginning, Legolas had thought that he would stay here just for a few years and flee once his child was old enough to survive the rough life in the wilderness, but now he was no longer so sure. Without doubt Glorfindel loved their son, it was visible in the way his eyes lightened up whenever he looked at him. And once he was grown, Gîlríon woue tre treated like a lord, would be tutored by the most knowledgeable elves and learn both lore and warfare. It was the kind of life Legolas had always taken for granted until his life had changed so drastically... and as he now knew, it had been a carefree life, a life filled with knowledge and friends and honor. He himself had given up all claims to this kind of l but but could he really take all this away from his son and doom him to a life of poverty and loneliness in the wilderness, without family and friends?

But then, his son was still so very young... perhaps he should simply wait until some years had passed and Gîlríon was able to understand what sacrifice it would mean to leave Imladris. Right now there was nothing Legolas could change about his situation, he would have to wait... and hope that just perhaps, things would ch.
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"He seems to be hungry all the time... unlike you. You're still far too thin," Glorfindel said with a frown, his chin resting on Legolas' shoulder so that he could watch his son.

"But I did eat, my Lord!" Legolas protested. "Lord Elrond said that he was satisfied about the way I was gaining weight..."

"Yes, but I still think that you are too thin. Wait here, I'll look for something to eat in the kitchens... you liked those small almond cakes the cook made yesterday, di you you?"

Legolas nodded mutely, a little baffled that Glorfindel had paid attention to what he had eaten. But then, he was probably only worried because he needed him to feed their child and not because he cared about him...

He sighed and shook his head while he watched Glorfindel walk toward the building, his hair gleaming in the sun. "What will happen when you grow up, little one?" he adressed his son who was still focusing all of his attention on suckling on his nipple. "I hope that you will never feel as much despair in your life as I do..."

He began to sing then, both because Gîlríon seemed to like to listen to it and also to take his mind away from these dark thoughts. It was a song which was often sung in Mirkwood, telling of the way the trees looked when the first rays of the spring sun fell on the newly grown leaves. It was a song he had often been singing when he was guarding the horses, it reminded him of the time when everything had still been the way it should be...

A sound behind some bushes to his left alerted him once more to his surroundings, but before he could react, the source of that sound revealed itself by eagerly trotting forward to greet him. It was Lainiell, his brown mare that had so loyally brought him to Imladris despite the storm.

"Lainiell!" he called out softly, trying not to disturb his child. The horse's ears twitched and she bent her neck to rub her nose against his shoulder. It was the gesture she usually greeted him with, although she seemed to be very careful to not use too much strength, almost as if she knew what a fragile being he held against his chest.

"What are you doing here? Did you miss me? I'm sorry that I did not come to see you for so long..." He raised a hand to scratch her nose, smiling at the way she snorted into his hair. "Hey! I don't want to wash it again!" he chided, and she finally moved some steps to the side to pay attention to the new grass. He watched her with a happy smile. He would have to ask Glorfindel if he would be allowed to go visit her from now on, after all he had regained almost all of his strength by now, and the short walk to the stables surely would not hurt him.

"Oh, what do we have here? Isn't that Glorfindel's Sindar whore?"

Two young men had suddenly come up from behind the same bushes he had seen his horse emerge from. They seemed to be his age and from the clothes they were wearing and the pieces of hay sing ing out from their hair they seemed to belong to the younger elves which worked in the stables. They had probably followed Lainiell because Legolas had never seen somebody enter this garden apart from Elrond's family and close friends, and Legolas was sure that Glorfindel would not like it if he found them here. But Glorfindel had left for the kitchens, and Legolas was alone with them...

"What are you doing here? If you were looking for Lainiell, you can take her with you, she just wanted to visit me." Legolas was trying to stay calm and not let his nervousness show, although Gîlríon was still suckling on a nipple and this made him somehow feel very vulnerable and insecure. But they couldn't do anything to him, Glorfindel did not allow anybody to touch him... and to hurtful words he was used by now. Who cared if they called him a whore? At least he himself knew that it wasn't true, and that was all that counted.

"You sound a little arrogant, whore," one of them spat. "Think you're still a prince? Better than us? You're just a little slut who needs a real man to teach you your place!"

"Oh no, that's no prince... it's a little princess! See, he has a child sucking on his teat, and his belly is probably already full with Glorfindel's next child."

"Yes, and he's pretty like a girl..." The taller of the two youths came slowly closer, regarding Legolas with a malicious smile. Gently, Legolas lowered Gîlríon into the moss-covered depression between the tree's roots, then got up to face the elves.

"I am not a girl," he declared with a slightly wavering voice. "You should just take the horse and go, Glorfindel won't be glad to find you here."

"Oh, see, the princess is afraid of us!"

"Yes, and he still thinks that he's better than us..." With a sudden, quick movement, one of the elves pulled hard at his hair and caused Legolas to stumble forward, right into the arms of the other youth who caught his wrists and held them together behind his back. Legolas struggled, but he had no chance against two elves, and so he could not do a thing when the taller one gripped his chin and forced his head up, smirking at him. "I think it's time that you are shown your proper place, whore!"

tbc...