Title: Bound (16/?)
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
*Movie lines from CoE script*
Aragorn stood at the entrance to the Paths of the Dead, looking at the bleary route fearfully. Behind him stood the twins who were shifting nervously and holding hands; Gimli was standing beside Legolas, muttering into his beard and Legolas had no expression or readable expression on his slightly bruised face.
“Legolas go first,” the man said. The elf shrugged and started walking forward until Elrohir grabbed his arm.
“Doesn’t it worry you?”
“Why should I fear the dead?”
Aragorn frowned and held up his new sword. It had been a huge surprise to see Elrond though he could tell that the lord was distracted. He thought back to it and decided Elrond had been his usual poofy self.
“Estel, this is Andúril, Narsil reformed, sword of kings. Like the line that was broken, it too has been remade. You will need this to succeed in your quest.”
“Okay,” Aragorn said. “So you came all this way to give me a sword? Not that I’m complaining since I know you have an entire realm to run and all.”
“There is more that I need to tell you before I return. Sauron’s armies march on Minas Tirith;this you know. But in secret he sends another force which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the south. They’ll be in the city in two days. You’re outnumbered; you need more Men.
“Where? Do you expect me to pull elves out of a hat? Some of the ones at the deep were crazy.” Elrond ignored the statement and continued speaking.
“The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the Ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road.”
“Um, but it looks strange with that green mist, ada; do I have to?”
“No, you don’t have to. But don’t expect to become king then,” Elrond said simply.
“Fine Ada, I’ll take the path and get the ghosts to swear their allegiance. Why is it so hard to be king?”
“I don’t know. Well, I must be off,” Elrond said with a strange grin. “Don’t die on me,” he added giving Aragorn a quick hug.
Aragorn left the tent behind and ran into Eowyn as he made his way across the camp.
“Why are you doing this? The war lies to the east; you cannot leave on the eve of battle. You cannot abandon the Men.”
“Eowyn,” Aragorn started.
“We need you here.”
“Eowyn, I was adopted by the elves when I was a young child. That hooded figure that just left was Lord Elrond of Rivendell. What I tell you now does not go past us lest I fail. There are ships coming to attack as well; we are vastly outnumbered. We need everyone we can find. I go to gather our last hope, in a matter of speaking.”
“But where will you find these men?”
“I have said too much already. But let this be known: if I fail, I leave behind what is truly fair in all of Middle Earth.”
She had kissed him then, a light peck and even now Aragorn’s hand went up to his cheek despite the fact the kiss had been hours ago.
Aragorn blinked, returning to the present and he realized he was alone. He quickly ran onto the path, his sword waving in front of him. He had just passed in front of Legolas when the air around them changed and it suddenly got brighter.
Elrond arrived back in Imladris and as he entered the haven, he was greeted with empty houses as he rode to the Last Homely House with a small escort. The Mirkwood inhabitants now out numbered those of Imladris three to one.
It was somewhat of a surprise, though he did not blame the elves. He knew the only thing keeping him from sailing west was Thranduil. He smiled as he thought of his husband and his grin broadened until he heard the shouting.
“He will lord over us just like he does here!”
“He will do no such thing!”
“I can’t believe for a moment you had a spine. How foolish of me.”
“Elani, get out of my sight. It’s no wonder your keeper was the first to flee for the peace Valinior provides. It is too bad she did not take your foul tongue with her.” With that said Thranduil turned and marched off.
Elrond grinned as he passed Elani and followed after his lover. He saw Thranduil standing at the door to the twins’ chambers with a slight grin.
“They mate like rabbits don’t they?”
Thranduil whirled, his grin expanding as he crushed Elrond to him. “They are in love,” Thranduil whispered as Elrond turned him, pushing him against what he thought was the wall and they both stumbled into the room.
Turin’s head snapped up and he stared at the two elves as Laieth continued to writhe beneath him.
“Hello,” Turin said with a warm smile as the lords blushed.
“Turin!” Laieth gasped and Turin thrust without looking at his lover.
“Yes?” He asked as his hips seem to move of their own accord in and out of Turin, whose subsequent moans went straight to Elrond and Thranduil’s groins.
“Sorry. Don’t we have a honeymoon to finish?” Thranduil said and, turning Elrond around, lead him out of the room, winking at Turin.
Laieth wasn’t too far gone to not notice the hand that slipped out from under the pillow. He lifted the pillow and shook his head. “And you say I’m violent.”
“Who has an axe under his pillow and a short blade behind the headboard?” Laieth rolled his eyes and Turin responded with a slow agonizing thrust.
“Damn you,” Laieth growled and was rewarded with a bitten nipple.
Elladan stared at Aragorn; he would have never believed that the human had it in him. He had actually taken on the king of the dead and won. Now they were on their way with a hoard of ghost to take oversome ships. He had actually been the noble vision of a king of men and it was unnerving to believe Aragorn had it in him.
“Dear, dear baby brother, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Elladan said, clasping him on the shoulder.
“I am a future king,” Aragorn said indignantly and the twins rolled their eyes.
“Woe is the race of men,” Gimli said simply.
Legolas was the only one with no expression on his face as he continued to row the tiny boat. The ghosts had gone ahead and were now steering the boats as if nothing had changed. As par to Elrohir’s plan, the orcs would not know what hit them until it was too late. They would believe their allies had arrived.
They climbed onto the lead ship and hid out below deck. The only light was the eerie green glow but it was enough to see each other. Everyone was silent until Aragorn started moving towards Legolas.
“Can we save Middle Earth from darkness first? Just maybe?” Elrohir asked, annoyed. Aragorn frowned but stopped advancing on Legolas.
A few minutes later, the boat thudded onshore and the five companions made their way to the battle. The madness that followed was nothing short of an instant turn of the tide on the side of Gondor as the ghost emerged from the ship.
Gimli stared in awe as Legolas killed a Oliphaunt. He continued to stare as the elf slid off the dying beast’s trunk and landed beside him.
“Elves,” the dwarf muttered shaking his head though he smiled at Legolas who was looking around. Gimli followed Legolas’ eye and saw that thanks to the advantage provided by the dead, the battle was nearly done. “Aye, laddie; it is nearly done over.”
“Not nearly; Barad-Dur still stands, the eye is still watching, and Frodo may yet be lost.”
Gimli stared at Legolas and sighed. The elf was right; there was still so much left to do. This was just a small battle in comparison to what was left ahead of them. The Dark Lord himself.
“Come, friends, it is not over yet,” Gandalf said, leading them into the strong hold as they made their way through the wounded. The other soldiers were picking through them and Legolas was stunned to see Pippin tending to what looked like a nearly dead Merry. He also recognized Eowyn and wondered what foe the female warrior had faced.
“Together, young Meriodic and the Lady Eowyn defeated the Witch King, that who could not be felled by any man.”
“Poor lad. The Wraith is lucky he is dead or he would have felt the sting of a dwarven blade. For I am no man.”
Gandalf simply smiled and continued to walk with them.
They entered the hall where Aragorn, the twins, and Eomer were already waiting. Gimli looked at everyone, shrugs and plops down into the Steward’s chair. He knew he would want to be sitting down by the time this conversation was over.
“Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening,” Gandalf stated.
“If Sauron had the Ring we would know it,” Elrohir stated.
“It’s only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor, our enemy is regrouping,” Gandalf said.
“Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?” Aragorn asked.
“Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I’ve sent him to his death,” Gandalf said with a defeated sigh.
” No. There’s still hope for Frodo. He needs time, and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that,” Elladan stated.
“How?” Aragorn asks.
“We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms,” Eomer stated.
“Not for ourselves, but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron’s Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves,” Elrohir says.
“A diversion,” Aragorn exclaimed.
“An idiot,” Gimli replied. “Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?”
The small troop of men made their way to the Black Gate, none truly understanding what they were doing. Aragorn rode in the lead, wearing the garb of the king. When Aragorn had emerged in his new garb, Gimli and the twins had nearly fallen over each other in fits of laughter.
Now they were slightly ahead of the force as Aragorn called out to Saruron. It was ironic; the fool was perfect for the job. Slap on some kingly armor and he believed he was the be all end all and Sauron had every reason to fear him and less than a score of troops.
Elladan could have laughed at the “commanding” image of his little human brother if he did not believe that at any moment he would surely be fighting for his life. He watched as the Black Gate opened and scores of orcs, so many that he could not see the end, appeared.
The only dark creatures that were not present were the Nazgul; could just be made out in the blackened sky heading towards Mt. Doom. Eagles followed close behind to destroy the remaining foul creatures and their fell mounts.
At the sight, even “brave” King Aragorn faltered. But he would not be shown up by an elf who drew his bow despite the overwhelming odds. Elladan could have kissed Legolas then. He turned to Elrohir and his brother had the same expression on his face.
It was then Aragorn’s voice rung clear through the air. “Hold the Line! Hold the line!”
Before any call to arms could be sounded, a rumble started within Barad-Dur. The few humans watched in shock as the Dark Lord’s tower collapsed into itself. The orcs not swallowed by the subsequent sink hole fled from the humans. They watched as a battle that they could have never won was won for them by truly the most unlikely of creatures.