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There was about another day’s march before they reached the mountain and Aragorn seemed intent on making it an hour. Legolas had dropped behind to aid the hobbits who were behind barely able to keep up. Boromir joined him and Legolas was about to hold a hobbit under each arm when Boromir spoke up.
“Aragorn! The hobbits can not keep this pace much longer.”
“Would you rather they die?” Aragorn asks, annoyed.
“They will be of no use if they are exhausted by mid day,” Boromir adds and is glared at by Aragorn. There was no love lost between the two. Boromir looks towards Legolas who suddenly had to give his full attention to a spot in the opposite direction.
Legolas legs hung down from a high tree as he pondered the fellowship. Boromir had been watching him almost as much as he watched Frodo and the ring. Were all men like Aragorn? Then there was the dwarf… eww. Gandalf just kept casting him strange looks when he thought he didn’t notice. The hobbits just seemed in awe of him.
“Would the elf grace us lowly mortals with his high company?” Gimli asks and Legolas notices they had prepared dinner. He ignored Gimli’s crack and gracefully jumped down, highly aware of all eyes being on him. He took his plate and was about to return to his tree when Aragorn spoke.
“Why not join us? There is plenty of room, there beside Boromir. Sit.” Legolas sat aware of every shift Boromir made. He ate his meal in silence. Not that it mattered, the only member of the fellowship that addressed him was Aragorn. Like Gimli’s crack insinuated, he had a feeling they all thought him haughty and pompous and above them. What a joke. The thought caused a bitter smile on his lips.
“Havo dad, Legolas.” The phrase rang through his head, he didn’t even want to think of what would be happening to him soon enough. Legolas sat down, waiting for Aragorn to enter his chamber. He must be an idiot. His father had told him a million times to remember his place. But was it his fault he had been his whole life up to this point without a ‘master’. That he couldn’t accept the fact that it was supposed to be like this?
But his idiocy didn’t stop there. No, he had to open his mouth as if he would have had a real choice on coming on the quest or not. “And you have my bow.” Sure and any other part of me as long as you ask my master’s permission. Legolas rolled his eyes and actually didn’t know Aragorn entered until the ranger was standing before him.
Title: Bound Prologue
Author: Blue Gold
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 own 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, Incest
* A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to Cheysuli for being my beta 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.
Elrond looks out from his balcony watching his four children. Arwen is currently talking and her brothers are enraptured at the tale she is telling. One brother though was looking at Arwen in a way no brother should. But could he truly blame Estel? He is after all his foster son and even as a child he loved Arwen, clinging to her skirts all the time. He had thought it cute at the time, but Now¡¦ It was not a road he wanted for his only daughter.
Elrond wonders how he could deter Aragorn. He had tried to present him with a slave a few years ago and Aragon had shown no interest whatsoever. Elrond turned as he saw his own elf enter the chamber with a tray holding his lunch on and set it on the table.
“Go get Legolas, I would like a song to take my mind off my troubles,” Thranduil nods and leaves swiftly to collect his son from his favorite spot in Imladris. He quickly makes his way to the slave gardens. He passes by Elrond’s children silently. Elrond smiles at the way the twins ogle his back side but was further annoyed that Aragorn did not take his eyes off Arwen.
The trees sang they were so glad. Shadow was departing, and their herders had awoken again. The darkness in their brother’s and sister’s were past and those that stolen away the trees they had called friend had been crushed beneath their roots.
He learned all this as he walked the whispers of the trees aiding to heal his broken mind as he moved. The music was faint at the moment a mere whisper and he had to pause constantly to hear. But the trees aided him. They knew what called and in those moments fell silent.
A whispering, a calling that allowed for no rest, no stopping no end to the music as he feared any long pause would draw it away even as he worked to come nearer. But all would be worth the pain, and the cold as the music would make him warm and whole again. A spike in the sound and his pace quickened as the music sharpened.
Title: Remember Me 1/?
Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Legolas/?, Elladan/Elrohir, Aragorn/Eowyn, Turin/Laieth, Eowyn/Faramir
Summary: After a life in bondage can Legolas be the king the Mirkwood people need him to be or is his enslavement just beginning?
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
Warnings: Angst, Incest, Character Death, minor het
Authors Notes: Don’t worry the ? is a good thing it’s a surprise! So is the CD I swear! A few more Evanescence lyrics may be sprinkled about. And a smidge of Josh Groban. This is the sequel to ‘Bound’ and makes a lot more sense if you read that first.
Frozen inside without your touch,
Without your love, darling,
Only you are the life among the dead.
Opening his eyes, his mind was muddled and confused. The one thing he was sure about was that he had to keep following the music; it was faint but he could still hear it. And he knew he just had to follow.
Walking blindly, his ears were his guide turning to where the music was the clearest. Silence was his greatest fear; He simply had to continue to follow the sound, continue to hear the music and all will be well. Everything would be all right again and he would be where he belonged.
Elladan, Elrohir, Turin and Laieth all rode alongside Legolas who was starting to worry them. He hadn’t spoken a word since Thranduil fell. The only time they had not seen him was when Elrond had taken him and given him a package that hung on his horse, the contents hidden away from prying eyes.
The twins had declined joining their father, though they had made their choice clear. They wanted to remain among the first born. They would simply sail at a later date. Fear was a driving factor in that, they were not sure if they would be able to face their mother or the Valar. Continue reading