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Undomiel	By : Anu Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Glorfindel woke, he sighed and lay still. Not another day, he begged himself. Not another day of this, not anymore. I can�t do it one more time, I just can�t. With a whimper, he looked around the cell. Warm keys jingled heavily in his palm. Erestor. Erestor had set him free.
Glorfindel sat up, slowly rising to his feet. His knees and hips ached in their sockets, and his back twinged where his hips met his spine, causing him to bite his lip. He laid a hand on his back to soothe away some of the pain, and walked to the cell door. It only took a moment to unlock.
Progress through the halls was slow, even though he leaned heavily on the walls, praying that Elrond or the twins wouldn�t catch him. Knowing Erestor, he likely was keeping them sufficiently distracted, Elbereth bless him.
Being on the lowest level already, the stables were close, but he was tired, so tired, and he�d need food if he were to leave. His leg was healed enough he could ride if he could get on the horse, but just standing made him feel ill so he knew progress would be slow. It might take the better part of a week to reach Mirkwood at this rate, but he�d need to get a head start if he were to evade the Peredhel. He didn�t want them to take him on the road again, like last time.
He stumbled into the kitchen, unnoticed by a few stray servants milling about. He found an empty wine flask, rinsed it and filled it with water. It was absolutely huge and made his shoulder ache to carry, and he was annoyed at his own weakness.
He took all the lembas and dried fruit he could find, but there wasn�t any dried meat to be had. As he was loading the food into a pouch, a cook came into the kitchen. He froze, in plain view. She smiled mysteriously at him, turned to the cupboard and came out with a great lot of cheese and a knife. With a wink, she dropped them in the bag dangling from his hands. �It�ll keep your strength up.�
She then turned back out the door and was gone.

He stood in surprise a few moments, then shook himself to rights and snuck out to the stables. Asfaloth was waiting in his stall, already groomed and saddled. Glorfindel narrowed his eyes in suspicion before realizing the saddle was Elladan�s.
Apparently the twins had been using his horse for joyrides�or Elrond had given the animal to them. Either way, it was a stroke of luck, and also a risk, because it meant Elladan would be around soon.
Glorfindel didn�t have the strength to wrestle either of the boys, and certainly not from the ground. He loaded the horse quickly, then led him outside and to his humiliation, had to use the mounting block like a woman or child.
Irritated and embarrassed, he fled on horseback to the Bruinen, letting the tracks lead whoever should follow to believe he had simply crossed. He went upriver where the water would hide both tracks and scent. The Bruinen did not fight him, instead flowed with him, hiding the traces of his passing.
When he left the water, it was night, and the trail was hard to see. Riding helped travel considerably, without Asfaloth he wouldn�t have had a chance, but he was still very tired and starting to feel sick again.
Asfaloth would stay on the path and stop if he lost it, so Glorfindel leaned down against the stud�s warm neck, twining his fingers into the coarse, thick mane, and dozed. Asfaloth stopped twice for guidance in the night, and nickered once at the presence of Men at a campfire fifty yards off the trail.
Other than that, he slept well and when the sun rose he allowed the stallion to graze while he ate and drank and stretched his shaky limbs. To get back on the horse he had to climb a tree, which wasn�t that bad since there was no one there to see it.
******
Three days passed.

The noldors� spies reported to Elrond that the escaped prisoner was not in Mirkwood or Lorien, and the sindar were oblivious. Lothlorien knew more than it was telling, but then �Lorien always did.
Elrond forgave Erestor freeing Glorfindel. His illness and the shadow of himself that he had become had worn on them both. Even the twins agreed, but kept their opinions to themselves. Elrond was haunted by of images of the blonde Elda lying wounded or dead somewhere, and by night the echoes of the things he had said and done.
He knew where the Elda would probably go, if he hadn�t killed himself or left middle earth entirely. But he delayed to Mirkwood after him out of both hurt and guilt. When he heard for certain that Glorfindel was there, well and safe, then he would ride in and demand the wayward baggage. Maybe Thranduil wouldn�t just laugh in his face. It was worth a try.
*****
Rahonath ran in, out of breath, a most improper state for the chief steward of the king�s house. �My king, there is a rider at the gate who demands admittance.� He informed Thranduil.

�Do you recognize him?�

�No sir, but he says he is Glorfindel and that you know him. He is dressed as a noldo.�

Thranduil rose quickly wondering what tragedy would bring his friend this soon.
Glorfindel was tending his horse under the watchful eyes of the gate soldiers when Thranduil arrived. He turned to greet Thranduil, and Thranduil paused in shock, Legolas behind him gasping as he smacked into his father.
Glorfindel was gaunt now, instead of just skinny, his blue-green eyes dull and hollow. He was unsmiling, pale and ever so slightly tipsy. The only thing not pitifully on on him was the beer gut nearly hidden by his robes.
Glorfindel didn�t drink often, but apparently he�d picked up the habit and was knocking them back like a hobbit, making himself sick. The near-empty wineskin on the horse only confirmed it.
�Glorfindel!� Thranduil called out in greeting and embraced his friend. He could feel Glorfindel�s ribs, and his round belly jutted gently against his own before he pulled away, wondering how the other elf could have gotten into such a bad state. Legolas hugged him, but hid his shock and concern less well. Glorfindel blushed.
By way of apology he said simply �I�ve been sick. May I stay here? I�ll tell you the whole story of how I as found out later, please?� He was begging for rest and haven, and Thranduil felt sorrowed at Glorfindel�s loss of pride and dignity.
�Certainly. Rahonath? Prepare him a room near mine. Would you like to eat before you rest Glorfindel?� Thranduil inquired. Glorfindel nodded, suddenly wordless over the flights of stairs that would take them up to the palace. His body protested desperately at the sight, and even though he knew he couldn�t do it, he began to follow Thranduil up the stairs, ignoring his chatter in favor of quelling his nausea.
On the second flight of stairs, he paused a moment, pale and sweating, weaving visibly. Thranduil looked back at him just in time to see the blue-green eyes roll white and Glorfindel fall. Legolas had been behind him and caught the elder gracelessly, falling with him, shielding the bony blonde from hurt in the fall by toppling underneath him.
The guards were on them in a moment, and Thranduil ordered that they call a healer, foregoing his original plan to talk to the elf over dinner about his drinking problem. Legolas was fine, and when they had carried Glorfindel up and tucked him into bed, Rahonath went to fetch the healer.
****

�My King?� The healer, a slight dark-haired sindar woman, stood in the doorway of Glorfindel�s room.
�Yes?� Thranduil asked, rising to his feet and extending a hand to lift his son from the floor where they had been sitting.

�The patient was born in the First Age, was he not?�

Thranduil nodded impatiently.

�I�m afraid your friend is with child, sir.�

�What?� Legolas asked.

�How?� Thranduil wondered.
�It is my guess that nearly five months ago he was, likely forcefully, inseminated. And someone has been taking good care of him during the past months; he had a broken leg that is entirely healed now. He also has symptoms of having been imprisoned.�
There was a stunned silence. The Healer continued. �I�m guessing neither of you knew? It is good that he came here; he desperately needs someone to look after him. In about four months he�ll need to travel to Lorien for the birth, as I�m afraid I don�t know enough to be able to assist him. They have a Healer there from Doriath who was known for her skill in this type of pregnancy.�
Legolas and Thranduil managed to regain their composure.

�So that�s why he prefers women, I suppose?� Legolas asked.

�I don�t think he knows, Legolas. I have a feeling that this will be as much of a surprise to him as it was to us. Even had he known he could bear children, I doubt he would ever have been bedded by a man. He�s a born top, I swear it to you.� Thranduil said softly as he entered Glorfindel�s room.
The gaunt elder slept fitfully in the large bed, looking uncharacteristically sad. Thranduil sighed. �We�ll let him rest and tell him when he wakes.� Legolas suggested, receiving his father�s nod of agreement as the left the room, closing the door.
*******
Glorfindel woke with a headache and burrowed deeper in the large soft bed, pointedly ignoring his hunger and a flopping feeling somewherehis his gut. Sleep, however, eluded him, so he got up and bathed and dressed, heading out to find Thranduil.
He was in his study, and when Glorfindel walked in both he and Legolas stood up, looking concerned. �Glorfindel! Come sit down.� Legolas insisted, offering up his chair. Glorfindel narrowed his eyes in suspicion as they pushed him into the chair, prophis his feet up and offered him tea, a four course meal, and another nap.
He looked from one crowned blonde to the other. �What�s going on?� Thranduil remained clam under the blue-green scrutiny. Legolas panicked. �You�re pregnant!� He blurted.
Glorfindel looked at him as if he were insane for a long silent moment. Then he laughed. And laughed. And laughed. When he finally paused to breathe gaspingly, he slapped the worried Legolas on the shoulder. �You sure know how to tell a joke, boy, don�t you?� Thranduil just looked at him.
Glorfindel looked at Thranduil, reading the truth in his eyes. He put his face in his hands and moaned. �Oh! By the Valar!� He sobbed. Thranduil sat down next to him and put his arms around his friend while he cried and mumbled about �that fucking half-elf�.
Finally, his stomach growling loudly in the quiet library, Glorfindel sat up and wiped his face, not quite shrugging free of Thranduil�s embrace. �Hungry?� Thranduil teased, one corner of his mouth turning up. Glorfindel nodded, not meeting his eyes.
�Then let�s go have something to eat. Legolas, would you see to it?� Legolas nodded and escaped.
Glorfindel, leaning on Thranduil, was led to the dining hall and fed a good meal before being put to bed again. When he woke at midafternoon, he went to Thranduil�s study and found him there alone, reading. He sat down across the desk from his friend. �Whm I m I going to do?� He asked sadly, for now his plans to leave for Valinor would be impossible.
He couldn�t take Elrond�s child away from him. No! It wasn�t Elrond�s child! It was his, and he was going to him it. Elrond might have fathered it, but it was inside him, which meant it would have all the rights and privileges he could give it. Which wouldn�t be many, as it was Elrond�s bastard.
Thranduil looked at Glorfindel a long moment before speaking, seeing the inner turmoil cross the blonde�s features. �I have been thinking about that. If you want, I could wed you for the sake of the child. Think of it a moment. I could give the child prestige and nobility-it wouldn�t be just another illegitimate noldor. And I could raise him or her-you could still leave these shores.� He suggested quietly.
Glorfindel thought over it a moment, then looked at Thranduil, reading the violet eyes. �You�ve been a kind friend to me a very long time. And were it not for my child�s best interests, I�d never consider this�but I accept. I don�t know if I will be able to leave after all, now, so you may be stuck with me for a very long time, even if the noldor do leave these lands. Are you prepared to deal with what may not be a temporary arrangement?�
His voice was sad, so Thranduil got up and walked over to his friend, enfolding him in his arms, feeling again how thin and frail he was. �I�d do anything to see you be the smirking, proud brave Glorfindel I always knew, again. Thank you.� He said, daring to rest a hand on Glorfindel�s rounded belly.
The both of them tensed. It was going to take a lot to get used to, this new arrangement, going from friends to husbands. And the baby inside that brought it all about needed them more than ever now. He didn�t love Glorfindel and Glorfindel didn�t love him, but mutual platonic affection was enough.
******
One month later:
�I give up. You keep coming every time I get it in, and I�m sick of rutting all day and things never happening for me. Sod off, Thranduil.� Glorfindel whined, pulling out and jerking the covers over himself, feeling to be sure he wasn�t going to fall off his side of the bed in the darkened bedroom.
Thranduil sighed. �I�m sorry.� He lay next to Glorfindel and stroked his hair, soothing the frustrated elder. �Maybe if we try it flat on my belly I�ll last longer and be tighter on you. Come on, don�t quit now, you only get cranky when you get frustrated, and you know it.�
�Don�t care.� The blonde heap mumbled. �I have to take a leak every five minutes, the baby acts like an elfling at a fair in there, and my chest hurts. Every time I get it up I can�t seem to come, and when I do I sleep like a log and wake up with a headache. I just want to be left alone.�
Thranduil just cuddled his husband tighter, not bothering with his erection,auseause if he released himself he�d feel guilty that Glorfindel didn�t, and he knew his hand would be sore long before Glorfindel ever even got close. So he just pulled the blankets up and resigned himself to the torments involved in being wedded to a pregnant Gondolindrim.
He had only just gotten to sleep when Rahonath�sce ace and pounding at the dwokewoke him. He sat up, grumbling, and reached for a bed robe. Glorfindel pulled a pillow over his head and absorbed all the blankets.
He made a face at the pushy blonde lump in the bed, and went to answer the door. When he opened it, Rahonath said breathlessly, �My Lord, the Noldor are at the gate!�
�How many of them?�

�Only three sir, and four armed sentries with them.�

�Thank you, I�ll be right there.�
Thranduil closed the door and turned to see Glorfindel jerking up his leggings, and pulling a shirt over his full belly while shoving his feet into his unlaced boots. He had finally filled out and no longer looked wraith-thin, which pleased Thranduil. His friend had also gotten his pride back, because he glared when he caught him staring, despite the fact that he topped Thranduil at least four nights a week.
Glorfindel hurled a robe at him, and put on one of his own, which had been specially made by the clever Sindarin seamstresses to hide his burgeoning belly.
They headed out together, Legolas meeting them in the hallway.
At the gate were indeed, seven dark-haired, glaring noldor, three of which were Peredhel. Glorfindel and Legolas stood to one side and looked haughtily down at the noldor on their horses. Thranduil called out smugly �Well, well, Elrond, have you come to announce your departure of my peoples� lands?�
Elrond snorted. �I think not. I�ve come for a certain trr.� r.� He eyed Glorfindel darkly. Glorfindel glared impassively.
�You can�t have him. He�s a free man here, and I do believe he prefers my bed to your prison.� Thranduil announced.
Elrond fumed, and all seven noldor glared at Glorfindel. �Why would I want your tart, Thranduil? He may stay; I want nothing more to do with that wethrinaer. If I see him again I will kill him.� Elrond reined in his horse, turning it away, staying out of range of the sindar bows.
Thranduil sneered at him and stomped off in a display of arrogance.
Glorfindel and Legolas stayed where they were to watch them ride off. Elrond called a parting shot at Glorfindel.
�Amin feuya ten� lle, lle utinu en lokirim!�
Glorfindel�s eyes went wide and his nostrils flared in anger as the noldor laughed, riding away. �Amin delotha lle!� He screamed at them, bending down and picking up some rocks, hurling them with painful accuracy.
The horses reared and ran, satisfying Glorfindel�s anger. He hurled rocks until they were out of his range, and when they were gone he stormed inside.

Translations:
Elrond: wethrinaer = deceitful one; amin feuya ten� lle, lle utinu en lokrim = you disgustme, you son of snakes. (son of snakes meaning �deceitful person, a liar�)
Glorfindel: amin delotha lle = I hate you.
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