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I
found sex and love painfully awkward and strange at first. The first few months
he never initiated a coupling, and after a while I began to wonder and doubt.
Did he not want to lay with me? Was I not what he really wanted, instead just a
fulfillment of duty and destiny? In the back of my mind was the most uneasy
thought: I had been a sexual service to the Dark Lord and borne him a child,
while Glorfindel was as untried as the day he was born when he met me. Could Glorfindel
really desire me after that?
Sometimes
I would try to show him my love, but found I wasn�t sure how; with a flower, so
golden and beautiful I though of him when I looked at it? I would pluck one or
two and leave them where I knew he would find them, but though they disappeared
Glorfindel never said anything about them to me.
Curious
and anxious, I decided to stop initiating sex after that, just to see if he
would be the one to come to me. As the weeks passed his countenance was the
same, warm and affectionate as before but without any inkling that there was
lust to be satisfied. On the other hand I burned with lust, from this new
realization of the pleasures of sex and I longed to be desirable to him. I
rapidly deteriorated as I came to the conclusion that he did not desire me,
which broke my heart.
My
physical longings were satisfied with the discovery of the touch of my hands
over my body, in the same way I had touched Glorfindel. Alone in a room, with
my back against the door so no one would walk in, I would rub rapidly up and
down my shaft, eyes closed and imagining desire and lust and love that seemed
to be gone now. It was not the same, only a temporary fix that left me feeling
much worse than before, and a little better.
Still,
my heart knew what it was missing and burned with pure lust as we slept
together, not touching, and I thought I would be driven mad. My dreams were sex
and heat and friction racing through my mind, and I woke one midnight whimpering and grinding into my hand. My
back arched even as I came into full consciousness and orgasm wet my fingers.
�Legolas?�
In
the dim light Glorfindel lifted his head. I had woken him, or perhaps he had
already been awake.
Caught
unaware at this involuntary masturbation, I felt my face heat up with shame and
a sense of vulnerability. I rolled over to my side, back to him, pulling the
blankets up to my chin. Knowing that he knew and perhaps heard and saw me was
humiliating.
�Something
bothers you.�
I
was annoyed at this blatantly obvious observation, as well as with him in
general.
�What
is it?� he said gently, rolling over and putting an arm about my shoulders.
I
shrugged away from his touch. What did he care?
�You
push me away,�
�I?
You push me away!� I snapped. �Am I too used for you? Am I sullied?�
With
a hurt look he said, frowning slightly, �Not at all, Legolas. Why do you feel
thusly? Have I made you feel so?�
Feeling
childish I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away angrily. �You
don�t�you never�� for a few desperate moments I searched for the right
descriptors. �You never touch me first when we are to make love.�
There
was a long silence, and I could feel Glorfindel�s
quiet thinking. �I am sorry you are angry,� he said slowly, carefully. �I never
knew you felt that way.�
I
snorted softly to myself.
�You
question my feelings for you? Look,� he said. Sheets rustled as he got out of
bed, lit a candle, and opened a drawer. �I�I saved these,� he said, not meeting
my eyes and looking self-conscious as he took several withered yellow flowers
from a drawer and placed them on the desk, like a peace offering. �And this
made me think of you, always,� he added, placing a beech leaf beside them.
Glorfindel licked his lips, looking even more embarrassed as he pointed to the
beech leaf and said simply, �You.� His hand drifted to the flowers. �Me. Just�together, now.
I was afraid because of your past, Legolas.� When I did not as of why he
continued. �I was afraid you would be intimidated, or felt forced as��
�As
with Sauron,� I finished.
Glorfindel
winced.
�It
is not the same, you and him. It is not the same thing at all.�
�I
am glad,� he said sincerely, though he did not know how much gladder I was.
�And I desire you everyday.� He lay back in bed and kissed me. �More than
everyday, as much as you want me,� he whispered, and I believed him.
Glorfindel
was inspiration to better myself. I admired the way he carried himself, his
dignity, his quiet presence, and I made strives to be like him and steer from
my child-like ways of thinking. Like the trees he did not speak with words, but
if I listened and learned I could hear his voice in other ways, like the touch
of his hand on my shoulder and the glow of his face when he leaned into the
sunlight.
Glorfindel
devised a number of plots to steal into Sauron�s
realm and try to take back Thranduil, and I observed his schemes with mixed
feelings. I would sell my soul to bring my son back, but Elrond�s prophecy was
still in the back of my mind, and failure would most certainly mean the demise
of Glorfindel, if not others.
Ever
determined, Glorfindel rallied a small party to go with him to the South of
Mirkwood and cunningly disguised themselves as orcs.
That was all Glorfindel told Elrond and me, but I can assume that they did not
go very far as they came back to Imladris, empty
handed though without a soul lost.
�I
tried,� Glorfindel said sadly, and I kissed him.
�It
is more than enough that you did, and it is alright,� I said, and tried to be
light hearted but deep down I wished that he had succeeded. I wanted my son.
In
the months to come it became apparent that I carried another child, which both
tempered and worsened the fact that Thranduil was still in Sauron�s
care.
Early
in the pregnancy, before I became too large, Glorfindel, Erestor, and other
elves of the house taught me the things I would have learned had I grown up in
normal circumstances: archery, hunting, swordplay. Also I was able to continue
with things that I had dabbled in as a child: carpentry, gem and metal work,
and cooking, as were the traditional male roles of the house. The other elves of
Imladris were kind and patient in their roles as
teachers, and Glorfindel especially would spend a great deal of time devoted to
my learning.
Swords
were a little too heavy and cumbersome for the light, quick work that I
preferred, and so Glorfindel and I settled on a long, lithe, silvery white
knife that was much more favorable. True to my Teleri roots I enjoyed archery the most, and hunting nearly
as much.
The
crinkly, leaf-thin paged books were a source of great delight, smelling of
wisdom and things to be uncovered. At the sight of all the books in Imladris my skin tingled and excitement welled in my chest at
these novelties; Adar had volumes and volumes of lore but I had never become
the right age to fully appreciate them. Many drizzly grey afternoons were spent
curled in a half-moon shape in a chair, book propped up on the arm and my head
in my hand.
Evenings
in Imladris were glorious for the stars did shine
brightest over the valley, and the voices in song rose up to meet them. If I
stretched out my hand far enough I believed I could catch a note, a breath of
song, or a shaft of starlight in my hand and hold it yet they always seemed to
evade my grasp.
One
evening Lindir picked up one of the many songs of
Glorfindel of Gondolin, his tale of how he slew the balrog to allow the escape of Elrond�s fore bearers from
the ruined city. Knowing the piece well I sang along softly, but noticed a few
lines into the song that the other Glorfindel, who sat beside me, had grown
silent. I glanced at him to see if something was amiss, but his eyes were
glazed over with thought and I did not want to disturb him.
Erestor,
on my other side, nudged me. �You do not know, do you?�
I
looked at him blankly, and he smirked. �Ask him tonight, about Gondolin.�
�Gondolin?� Glorfindel repeated when we were both
alone, perched on a grassy ledge with our feet dangling over the valley. He
looked up at the sky, and my curiosity was heightened for I could see in his
expression he was contemplating how to skirt around the question. �Gondolin,� he repeated, softly, thoughtfully, as if he were
remembering. �Yes. The Hidden City.�
�You!� I suddenly cried. Glorfindel of Gondolin
and Glorfindel of Imladris were the same! The
revelation hit me and my mind whirled, but all I could do was feel my eyes grow
rounder and cry insensibly, �You!�
He
fidgeted and half smiled while picking at grass blades and pursing his lips.
Suddenly
it dawned on me how powerful his frame was and how wise his eyes were. This was
the warrior who brought down a demon of fire and flame, one of the servants of Morgoth! Tender, soft spoken Glorfindel,
a balrog slayer. �How?�
I demanded.
Glorfindel
shrugged, swinging his feet, and said nonchalantly, �The Valar
saw fit for me to return, and I agreed.�
I
made a noise of disbelief, then grew serious.
�Perhaps�perhaps they shall see fit for Adar to return�too��
�Perhaps,�
he said mildly, but putting an arm around my shoulder said gently, �It is his
choice as well.�
�He
would,� I said boldly. �He shall.�
Glorfindel
did not agree or disagree, but kissed the top of my head and sighed.
I
leaned against him, listening to his heart beat in his chest which filled me
with wonder. �Why did you not tell me? Does it trouble you to think of Gondolin? Of�of the��
�The balrog? No. Sometimes it pains me to think of my
friends, those I saw fall. But all living things must come to an end, even the
elves, for life would not be life if there was not death. And they are at peace
now, so I remember the City before the Fall.� He
smiled and stroked my hair.
Boldly
I asked, �What do you remember? Are balrogs as
terrible as��
Wrinkling
his nose in thought Glorfindel said hesitantly, �Well�I recall feeling very
warm.�
�Of
course,�
�Mostly,
as we fell, I think I laughed for Ecthelion always
warned me that my namesake would be my downfall. And literally it was. What
intuition.� He shook his head, and laughed ruefully. �The city was glorious; I
wish you could have seen it for the songs do not to it justice. Does it pain
you to think of your Adar?�
We
have never spoken of this. We had never spoken together of anything that had
happened in Orthanc. �I miss him,� I said slowly. �I
think about him everyday.� I could feel Glorfindel nod. �But mostly, I try to
forget. Everything.� Even as I said so memories came
flooding back, and I shivered.
Holding
me a little tighter Glorfindel said, �It is done, Legolas.�
Thinking
of Elrond�s prophecy I contradicted, �No, not yet.� I rubbed my hand over my
stomach where, for the first time, there were the first flickers of movement.
�Glorfindel,� I said in an awed hush and guided his hand under my tunic.
�Feel,�
�I
feel nothing,� he said after a few moments.
�You
shall, eventually,� I said. �He is coming.�
TBC
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