Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 29/?
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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"Stop this! When Glorfindel returns he is going to be angry!" Legolas tried to reason one more time.

"Yes, angry with you! Because what were we supposed to do when you threw yourself at us? You're just a little slut, begging us to use you!"

Legolas flinched and shook his head. "No, he won't believe you!"

"Oh, are you so sure? Do you think he'll believe the word of a dirty Sindar slave over the word of us, his fellow Noldor?" one of the fair-haired elves taunted.

"He knows that I would rather die than be touched by someone like you!"

"Oh, does he, now? Do you really think that he would trust you? That he would care for you so much? You're something to be used, and if you haven't learnt your place yet, we'll have to show you then!" With a single quick move, the elf in front of Legolas ripped his robe open so that his chest was bared to their touch, the garment now only held up by the belt around his waist. Legolas fought against the arms of the other elf, but he did not manage to get free, instead his arms were pulled back even higher until the pain forced a wer fer from him.

The elf behind him snickered. "Oh, does that hurt?" he mocked. "I'm *so* sorry, my prince..."

"Ah, Elbereth! Look at him!" the taller elf breathed. One of his hands found their way into Legolas's hair, combed through it only to finally follow the line of his neck down until he could rest his palm against his chest. "All soft and slender like a maiden, and he even gives milk..."

Legolas glared at him, indignation and anger burning from every fiber of his being. "Do not touch me!" he spat. "You are disgusting, you filthy --"

A hard slap from the enraged Noldo in front of him quieted him. "Silence! You only get what you deserve, *princess*!

"I am not a girl!" Legolas hissed.

"No?" the Noldo asked with barely veiled laughter. "You gave birth to a child, I saw you feed him... that means that you cannot be male! See, you are so fertile, so *ripe*... I could milk you just like an animal!"

"Don't --" Legolas started to protest until he first felt the elf's fingers against his chest, slowly circling the sensitive skin aroundd his nipples. They rubbed, massaging with a slowness which almost resembled tenderness and made Legolas groan when they finally tugged at the swollen nipple.

"See?" the Noldo said in triumph, raising his fingers to show Legolas the white liquid which glistened on them. "Is this how you have bewitched Glorfindel? By being neither man nor woman? Because there *are* parts of you that are male, aren't there?"

Before Legolas could move or react otherwise, he felt the hand of the elf again, this time between his legs. Cruelly, the fingers tightened around his member until he gasped with pain.

"Oh, what is this?" the Noldo breathed delighted. "What a little slut... he runs around naked beneath his robe! Oh yes, he's just begging us to use him!" He pulled at Legolas' erection, rubbed his thumb against the sensitive tip until Legolas whimpered and his hardness pressed demandingly against the elf's palm. "Ai, indeed, his body thinks that he is male... although you really aren't that impressive for a prince."

The elf behind him snickered. "It's not like he's ever going to use it... there are different parts to him which I bet are used very regularly. Tell me, whore, how often does Glorfindel take you? Every night? More often? if if you were mine, I'd share you with my friends so that there would not be a single moment during which you wouldn't be used!"

"Yes, and if I had to leave you for a while, I'd make sure that you'd have a wooden phallus inside of you all the time, something large enough to hurt you, so that you'd never forget what it is you are good for!"

"Oh, Glorfindel is too greedy, keeping him all to himself..."

"Yes, you must have bewitched him!" the taller elf growled. "It is your fault that Lord Elrond signed this treaty, your fault that Elrohir had to go to Mirkwood to live among you dirty Sindar!"

"Alone because of that we should make you suffer!"

"But I bet he wouldn't suffer... he's a little slut, have you not seen the way he acts around Glorfindel? He likes it, that's why he ran away from home to come here!"

Legolas was trembling with rage, and also mortification at the images their words painted. He kept trying to free himself, but with the way the one elf had his arms trapped behind his back he felt a stabbing pain every time he tried to free himself and would surely dislocate his shoulder should he struggle with more force.

"Let me go! He will kill you!" he choked out. He felt weak, so pathetic and weak because he could not win against them, and although he realized that Glorfindel would indeed be livid with anger should he see them handling him this way, he nevertheless did not like to use his name for his own protection.

"Oh, what do you think he is, your protector? He uses you, whore, because your body pleases him, nothing more. And you are good at pleasing, I have heard... tell me, what does he like to do to you? Make you use your mouth on him? Or does he like to turn you around and pound into you until you're raw and bleeding?"

Legolas spat at him which earned himself another hard slap which left his ears ringing. "How dare you!" the Noldo hissed. "You're an animal, good for breeding and milking, nothing else!" His fingers clamped down around a tender nipple, squeezing and pulling until Legolas began to sob openly with the pain, and the Noldo used that moment to cover the young Sindar's mouthh hih his own and force his tongue inside.

Again Legolas struggled, harder than before, until the elf behind him yanked at his wrists and a pain so sharp and burning raced through his shoulders that the only thing he felt was a hot, painful prickling and he could not move his arms anymore. He whimpered into the kiss, afraid that he had dislocated something and would be helpless and the elf behind him used his vulnerable state to slide his hands around him, fumbling at the belt which held his robe up. The only thing Legolas could do was to stand between his two captors, his body aflame with pain while two pairs of hands were tormenting him.

Then the hands of the elf behind him left his belt and wandered to his chest while the elf in front of him was still busy making him submit to the kiss, and all of a sudden Legolas realized that despite the pain, the feeling in his arms was back although they still seemed somewhat numb. Quickly he yanked them forward and managed to hit the taller elf into the stomach, and while he doubled over in pain, Legolas threw himself against the other elf which resulted in them both tumbling to the ground.

This was probably the only chance he would get to escape; Legolas knew that if he gave them the time to get up again, he would not manage to surprise them a second time, and so he half crawled, half stumbled forward until he reached the tree and his son. He took him into his arms and fled towards their rooms, as quickly as he could, for he could hear curses behind him which told him that the elves had also regained their stand. The way to their rooms wasn't far, and yet Legolas was not sure if he would manage it since his body still hurt from the cruel treatment, and he could already hear one of the elves run after him -- but then Lainiell came to his rescue, positioning herself between him and his pursuer and rearing up when the Noldo came closer.
Legolas dared not to stop, he kept running until he reached the building and the open door which led to their rooms, and just when he had entered it, still trembling and pale with panic, the door opened and Glorfindel came inside bearing a tray of small cakes, totally oblivious to what had happened to Legolas in the meantime.

tbc...