Title: Bound (15/?)
Author: Blue Gold
Archive: http://goldshowers.bravepages.com , Damel, LoM
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn gives them permission to play with his elf.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson. *Turin & Laieth are the only characters out of my own head and look all they do is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death, mild bondage
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special
thanks to Cheysuli for being my beta as well. More thanks to Sera for betaing for me
as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without permission. I also deleted one word in ‘Tourniquet’ . The prologue takes place about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn’s age in the books. Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn’t work here, who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic; be kind or at least constructive
“I hope you have a very good reason for molesting our prince, human,” the elf spat, his arrow not budging an inch.
Aragorn put his hands up, looking at the disgruntled elf with a wry smile. “Surely there isn’t a problem?”
“Gag him before I kill him,” the elf spat, kneeling beside Legolas as Aragorn was manhandled. Legolas was curled up in a fetal position and had his hands over his head. He flinched when the hand touched him, but when no blows were forthcoming he looked up at the smiling elf.
The elf lifted Legolas into his arms and Legolas’ eyes widened in pain before he fainted. The elf cast one more evil glare at Aragorn, who was already bound and gagged.
“He’s so small,” another elf whispered, stroking Legolas’ hair. “Let’s put them in the tent; we’ll deal with the human later.”
Elrohir helped a dazed Elladan to his feet as the elves took Aragorn and Legolas away. Elladan teetered almost drunkenly; he smiled and stroked Elrohir’s cheek.
“So, bootiful, can we take a sleep. Tired now.”
“No, Elladan, you can’t; you hit your head and you have to stay awake for me.”
“Only for you,” Elladan said with a tired smile.
“Yes,” Elrohir said, sitting Elladan down and holding him in his arms. “You just have to stay awake for a little while longer.”
Thranduil stood just inside Elrond’s study but he could hear the elves from there. They were all gathered in the gardens below. He kept readjusting the robes he was wearing; he hadn’t put on such clothing in thousands of years but he had accepted the gift from Elrond without question. He had even put on the circlet.
“Would you like me to come with you?” Elrond asked.
“No, it’s fine,” Thranduil said, looking towards the balcony. “Maleth, I think you should join me.”
“Yes my lord.”
Thranduil wrinkled his nose at the comment as if he had smelled something foul but said nothing as he approached the balcony. He stepped forward and a hush fell over the elves. Thranduil looked at a sea of faces that, for the most part, he had tried his best to avoid.
“As you all already know, the servitude we have endured under the Rivendell elves has come to an end and we are free to do as we please. There is still work to be done to get those in Lorien the same freedom but for now I say, we will return to Mirkwood. We will go home.”
Elrond was stunned. When he had decided to end this farce he hadn’t ever thought it would mean Thranduil would leave him. His hand instantly reached for his pocket and he was about to step forward when Erestor put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook his head.
“If… no, when Legolas returns, we will depart. You have until that day to gather your belongings, what ever little that may be. Hopefully, the quest will be successful and
it will be a peaceful wood we return to and not one in the shadow of the Dark Lord. Enjoy your last few weeks, or however long the case may be, here in Rivendell and know that we will go home.”
The elves cheered then although some of the younger elves couldn’t truly remember their true home. Turin and Laieth, who were watching this with a measure of detachment, wondered if it could be so easy. They remembered the time they had spent in Lorien, no matter how short, and found it hard to believe Galadriel would be as easy to persuade as Elrond.
They and all the other elves watched as Elrond stepped onto the balcony. He stood beside Thranduil, dressed in his regal best. He smiled at Thranduil who looked at him, confused.
“I should have done this a long time ago,” Elrond started then continued in a louder voice for all the elves to hear. “King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, will you bond yourself to me Elrond Half-Elven Lord of Imladris, as you have long ago claimed my heart.” There was a deep silence as everyone awaited Thranduil’s answer, all believing that they knew it.
Thranduil looked at Elrond’s loving gray eyes and open expression and shook his head. For a moment Elrond didn’t move. It was as if he didn’t understand the motion.
“No,” Thranduil whispered and Elrond’s face fell. He couldn’t believe he could be in this much pain. He had thought he felt as bad as he ever could when Celebrian shunned his very touch. Elrond could read nothing from Thranduil’s expressionless green eyes and fled the balcony before he could make any more of a fool of himself.
Thranduil turned his attention to the elves below and all had expressions of shock and fear written on their faces. It took Thranduil a minute to recognize the fear and he closed his eyes. These elves didn’t know Elrond at all if they thought he would change his mind. His eyes caught Turin and Laieth, who looked stunned, and then he saw Elani who was wearing a smile of triumph.
Dawn rose and Legolas’ eyes filled with awareness. Even though he had slept for most of the day and night, he still felt tired, but a movement to his right had him tilt his head. He was stunned to see a bound and gagged Aragorn staring at him. Legolas sat up instantly and whimpered when he felt pain shooting through his entire upper body.
He looked down at his bare chest and saw that it was nearly completely black and blue. Legolas was worried that he couldn’t remember what had happened. A muffled grunt from Aragorn caught his attention and he looked up. He stood and nearly fell over before he crawled over to the human and removed the gag.
“What happened?” Legolas asked, already reaching for the binds on his hand.
“Just hurry before they come back.”
“Were we captured?”
“What have I told you about talking?” Aragorn asked as Legolas worked on his feet. Legolas blinked as his vision started to dim. He finished the bonds and slumped onto the human. “Stupid elf,” Aragorn muttered when he heard voices. The elves were returning to their tent. He looked at Legolas’ limp form; they would kill him for harming their ‘precious’ prince.
He lifted Legolas into his arms as a plan formed in his head. He placed Legolas back on the cot and sat on it as well, resting Legolas’ head in his lap. He started stroking the blond hair and in his sleep, Legolas smiled as dreams of Thranduil came to him.
“What in Arda? Who freed him?!”
“What kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time, little brother?” Elladan asked as he entered the tent with Elrohir, the other elves following close behind.
“Who are these crazy elves?” Aragorn asked the twins, annoyed.
“What are you doing?” Elrohir asked, suspicious of Aragorn’s seemingly gentle actions towards Legolas.
“These crazy elves, as you like to call them, are the best Mirkwood warriors from Lorien. Seems Galadriel sent about three actual Lorien warriors and sent Mirkwood warriors to what she was sure would be their deaths. You have got to love Grans,” Elladan said sarcastically. “And they don’t take too kindly to you molesting Legolas.”
“Why? He’s my elf,” Aragorn said, giving up the act and standing, dropping Legolas’ sleeping head none too gently, waking him. He moaned as the Mirkwood elves approached him.
“My prince, are you alright?”
Legolas looked up at the elf, confusion written all over his features.
“Prince?! Ha! The only princes here are them,” Aragorn said, pointing at the twins as another elf drew his dagger and pointed it at Aragorn’s heart.
“Uh, maybe for once in your life you should shut up, for your own safety,” Elladan said, gently pointing the knife away from Aragorn’s heart.
“Don’t mind him, but you may want to explain to Legolas,” Elrohir said.
“I know what he means; Gandalf told me,” Legolas said. “I didn’t believe him.”
“It’s true, my prince; do you think just anyone could call the feat of fallen elves to him?” Gandalf asked, entering the tent with Merry and Pippin in tow. “It takes a truly special elf to cause such a stir that Mandos himself comes to make order again.”
“Legolas!” Pippin shrieked running over to the elf. He stopped dead, until Merry bumped into him, seeing all the bruises.
“It is nothing; I have survived worse,” Legolas said, looking for a tunic to calm the Hobbits fears. Elrohir handed it to him while Pippin walked over to Aragorn and kicked him in the shin before running to hide behind Merry.
“Stupid Hobbit,” Aragorn said rubbing his shin.
“Oh, yeah! You smell!” Pippin said with a smile of triumph, though he continued to cling to Merry.
“Well he always smells,” Elladan said, taking a liking to the small creatures instantly.
“Well, there are things that must be discussed. Aragorn, you are an important piece in all of this.”
“Well of course I am; I’m going to be king and all.”
“Why Sauron fears you, I will never know,” Gandalf muttered into his beard.
“Ada?” Arwen asked pushing open the door to Elrond’s private chambers. She found her father sitting in his favorite chair across from a blonde. “Oh hello, Thranduil. Ada, I really need to discuss…” Arwen turned her head, actually looking at the other elf. “Glorfindel? I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright; he is, after all, your father’s preferred blond.”
“Is there something you wanted to discuss, daughter?” Elrond asked, putting his own troubles aside. He had finally convinced Arwen not to renounce her immortality until the day she and Aragorn were wed, but he still wondered why he bothered. It did not seem as if Aragorn would fail.
“It’s about Aragorn,” Arwen said, taking the chair Glorfindel had just vacated.
“I’ll be back shortly,” Glorfindel said with a nod.
“What about him?”
“Don’t you think you should take him the sword, ada?”
“You know what the prophecy says; he needs it. Have the smiths remake it. They have the skill.”
“Why are you so sure he will succeed?”
“I have faith in him, ada. You should too.”
“I find it hard to put my faith in anything. Things I thought I knew to be the truth are lies. I just don’t understand,” Elrond said his voice from cracking.
“Ada, did something happen?”
“Oh, you did not see your father make a fool of himself before all of Mirkwood?” Elrond shook his head. “It matters not. You will not reconsider? You will not take the ship?”
“Ada, please,” Arwen said when a timid knock sounded.
“Enter,” Elrond called and the door was slowly pushed open. A very timid looking Thranduil entered, looking as if he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
“I think we need to talk,” Thranduil whispered.
“Why? You made your feelings perfectly clear.”
“That had nothing to do with my feelings. I have a duty now, you saw to that,” Thranduil said, sounding strangely empty. “There is no way.”
“Arwen, commission the smiths. We will talk more later.” Arwen nodded and fled the room in near glee. “Why is there no way?” Elrond asked, looking at Thranduil.
“You made me king again; I have to go back to Mirkwood and you will stay here. There is no reason to delude ourselves.”
“Are you saying you love me?” Elrond asked, standing.
“Of course, I love you. How could I not? I have been in love with you since I first laid eyes on you,” Thranduil started, angrily brushing the tears out of his eyes. “Its just…” Thranduil was stopped when Elrond possessively kissed him.
“Thranduil, everyday more and more elves leave me. I have no idea if it is from fear or weariness. But soon I will have no realm to rule. I had every intention of asking you to sail west with me, but then I realized how unfair this was. An elf that was leaving wanted to take their elf with them. Her family would have remained in Rivendell and she would have arrived in Valinor as a slave. I could not allow such a thing. It was then I realized how unfair it was and had to put it to an end. I tend to forget we are not the norm.”
“So… you… you’ll come to Mirkwood?”
“I would wear a dress and be called Queen if necessary,” Elrond said and smiled at Thranduil’s astounded expression. “If your eyes were blue, I would swear you were your son.”
“So we will be bonded?” Thranduil whispered.
“Yes. I suppose you would want to wait for Legolas?”
“No, we can do it as soon as possible,” Thranduil said as Elrond grinned. “What?”
“Yes, I’m sure the Mirkwood elves are still gathered. It is simply a formality,” Elrond said with a grin, pulling Thranduil out of the room and nearly knocking over Glorfindel who had returned with tea.
“What is going on?” Glorfindel asked trying not to drop the tray.
“Elrond has lost his mind. He wants to be bonded now.”
“Excellent,” Glorfindel said with a smile.
A half-hour later Thranduil couldn’t believe it. He was standing facing Arwen as she preformed the bonding ceremony. There had been a momentary panic on who would do it, as it was a task usually left to Kings, and Arwen had stepped forward, claiming even if she wasn’t a queen yet, she was still the Lady of Imladris.
Thranduil watched as she deftly folded the cloth, white with silver embroidery, around Elrond and Thranduil’s joined hands.
“May the Valar bless your union,” Arwen said with a smile. “Well, come on; kiss!”
“Arwen! I really-“ Elrond started but was silenced when Thranduil put a hand to his face and kissed him. The elves gathered below stared to cheer along with the ones gathered on the balcony. Erestor, Glorfindel, Maleth, Turin, Laieth, and Lindir, who broke out in song, raised their wineglasses in a toast.
“I now present King Thranduil of Mirkwood and his husband, Lord Elrond,” Arwen yelled over the cheering and the roar seemed to increase.
“So what do we do now, husband?” Elrond whispered.
“I have an idea,” Thranduil answered nipping on Elrond’s ear. Elrond bit his lip to keep from moaning and once Arwen removed the ceremonial band the two ran off like children, much to everyone’s amusement.
Thranduil started pulling off his robe before Elrond had even finished shutting the door to the outer room of his chambers. He watched Thranduil as he rubbed his arms, shaking his head. Thranduil turned around and Elrond arched one perfect eyebrow in question.
“How do you wear those things? They are so itchy.”
“You sound like Elladan,” Elrond said, following Thranduil into the bedroom. He watched as Thranduil pulled off his soft calf high boots and he did the same. Elrond pulled off his robe and was taken by surprise when Thranduil grabbed him by the waist and led him to the bed. Thranduil shoved Elrond down before climbing onto his husband.
“Elrond, I want to hear you scream.”
“You should know by now that I’m not one for screaming.”
“Well, husband mine, there’s a first time for everything.”
Thranduil started to kiss Elrond then, fighting a dual for dominance with their tongues. They finally broke apart, both elves panting from lack of air. Thranduil smiled as he hovered over his lover, as if deciding what part of Elrond to taste first. He finally decided on a different course and started untying Elrond’s leggings. Elrond lifted his hips to help his lover slide them off his toned body.
Thranduil smiled at Elrond’s erection then spread Elrond’s legs and licked his way up his thighs. It caused Elrond to shiver and the muscles in his legs to twitch. Clearly pleased with the reaction, Thranduil continued his ministrations, moving to the other leg as Elrond groaned.
“Thranduil, stop teasing me.”
“Shh, don’t make me gag you.”
“You would never.” Elrond was silenced by a kiss.
“Shh,” Thranduil whispered, slowly licking and kissing his way down his lover’s jaw, making his way down his neck to his chest. With a secret smile, he bit down lightly and Elrond gasped and arched into the bite. Elrond’s hands went around Thranduil and settled on his lower back, pulling Thranduil down against Elrond’s ignored arousal.
Thranduil allowed himself to be lost in the sensations along with Elrond, who groaned at the feel of the coarse fabric of his lover’s clothes against his naked flesh. Elrond’s groan brought Thranduil back to himself and with a large amount of self-control, stilled his lover’s thrusting hips and pulled away.
“Patience, my dear Elrond.”
“I want to enjoy my wedding night,” Elrond growled, pulling Thranduil down again.
“Night? Husband of mine, it’s the middle of the day,” Thranduil replied, prying Elrond’s hands off his back and leaning down to tease a nipple with his tongue, eliciting another groan from his lover. “Now behave,” Thranduil said as he moved to the other nipple and lightly bit this one in his play.
Thranduil looked up to see Elrond’s eyes closed in his passion. Thranduil licked his way to Elrond’s navel, teasing the soft flesh. Elrond was practically purring and he took pity on his aroused lover, licking the tip of his flesh. Elrond bucked automatically and Thranduil, used to the reaction, placed both hands on his hips to hold him down.
Thranduil hollowed out his cheeks and swallowed his husband to the root, eliciting a deep moan from his lover. His head bobbed up and down until he was sure Elrond was at the brink then stopped and pulled away. This time Elrond looked at him with such a pleading expression he couldn’t deny his lover. He smiled and placed a placating kiss on his lips before reaching for the small vial of oil.
He coated his fingers and slowly slid a finger into his lover. He bent his finger and another wild buck told him he had found what he was searching for. He slipped in another finger and started scissoring them, making sure to thoroughly prepare Elrond for what he was about to do. A third finger slipped in and Elrond could take no more.
“Anything, love,” Thranduil whispered, removing his fingers. He slid into Elrond in one smooth thrust and waited. The gray eyes blazed into his own as he started moving, setting a slow pace. He leaned forward to kiss Elrond as he continued to thrust. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” Elrond replied through pants as every thrust hit his prostate. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Faster, love; harder,” Elrond whispered and Thranduil was happy to oblige.
The next few thrust drove Elrond over the edge and Thranduil stopped enjoying the muscles contracting around him. Once Elrond had ridden out his orgasm, with a few more thrusts,
Thranduil came deep within his lover. Thranduil collapsed on Elrond, letting the feeling wash over him. After a few more moments, he pulled his sated sex from Elrond’s body and collapsed beside him.
Elrond instantly wrapped him in his arms, even throwing a leg around him. He was about to slip off into sleep when a knock sounded. Elrond growled in annoyance.
“This better be about the end of Middle Earth itself.”
“It’s about a famed reformed sword,” Glorfindel called with some mirth in his voice. “As for the end of Middle Earth, I hear it can go either way.”
Elrond sighed and with a sheepish look, climbed out of bed and grabbed a robe.
“I will try to be quick.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Thranduil stated with a yawn. Elrond reached down and kissed his husband then left the room to speak with Glorfindel.