Title: Broken Author: Cheysuli cheysuli@gvtc.com Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations. Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know). Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort _______________________________ 1/? Merry frowned as he gently spread a healing salve over the scratches on Legolas’ back, listening as Pippin tried to soothe the trembling elf. Merry didn’t know why the younger hobbit bothered with false promises, telling the elf that it would all be over soon, that Gandalf or Aragorn would arrive soon and rescue them. It just made the elf more depressed, more frightened, when they didn’t come with swords raised to free them from this hell. Legolas whimpered and buried his head in his pillow, causing Merry to pull free from his thoughts and realize he had pressed harder than necessary on a large bruise. “I’m sorry, Legolas,” he said softly, not wanting his friend to panic, “I was distracted.” Pippin looked up at him and began stroking Legolas’ hair, an action that had always calmed the now-skittish elf. “What were you thinking about, Merry?” Merry frowned and shook his head, gesturing towards Legolas. His message was clear, he didn’t think they should talk about this in front of Legolas. ‘It’s strange,’ Merry thought, ‘when this all started, it was Legolas who protected us, took care of us.’ He sighed, gazing sadly at the broken creature lying on the bed. ‘Now we take care of him.’ Merry was once again pulled from his thoughts by sounds coming from the elf. Thinking he was hurting him again, he immediately stopped what he was doing, which was cleaning a rather deep wound. He glanced quickly at Pippin, who was now softly singing a shire lullaby. Without stopping his song, Pippin met his gaze and gestured at the now crying elf. Merry looked away and barely stopped himself from growling, not wanting to scare Legolas. ‘How could you do this to him?!’ he mentally yelled at their captors, almost wishing they could hear him, ‘He protected you! He was your friend.’ “Merry?” The older hobbit looked up at his cousin’s quiet whisper, he hadn’t noticed Pippin had stopped singing. “Yes?” he whispered, although he didn’t know why, “What is it?” Pippin smiled slightly and pointed at Legolas. “I think he’s asleep.” Merry glanced quickly at the elf’s face, seeing the closed eyes and hearing even breathing. “I think you’re right,” he said, moving off the bed so he could pull the blanket over the naked form. After Legolas was covered, he crawled back onto the bed and snuggled under the blanket on the left side of Legolas, watching as Pippin did the same on the right side. They each put an arm around the elf’s waist, being careful to avoid any injuries. They surrounded Legolas, giving the illusion of protection. ‘That’s exactly what it is,’ Merry thought, before surrendering to sleep, ‘An illusion.’ _____________________________ 2/? 2 years ago “He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Merry?” Merry looked up from his dinner, following Frodo’s gaze to where Legolas was standing at the edge of camp. Moonlight bathed the tall elf in its soft glow, the wind gently caressing his long blonde hair as he stood staring at the sky. Frodo was right, the elf was beautiful. “Yes, he is,” he answered, before going back to his stew. Frodo smirked and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Have you ever dreamed about him?” Merry frowned, once again looking up from his rapidly cooling dinner. “What do you mean?” Frodo laughed and shook his head. “Never mind, Merry,” he said before standing and going to sit by Sam. Merry watched as Frodo leaned over and whispered to the shy hobbit, saw as Frodo’s hand came up to play absentmindedly with the ring while the two turned their eyes to the beautiful elf. He had a bad feeling about this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now Merry was jerked awake as the door was thrown open, banging loudly against the wall. He subconsciously tightened his grip on Legolas’ waist and looked up and the large human guard stormed into the small room. Pippin, on the side closest to the door, rolled over and stared fearfully at the man. Merry risked a glance at the elf in his arms, seeing Legolas stare back at him, obviously terrified. He looked quickly back at the guard, not wanting to be caught by surprise. The tall man glared at them, his eyes roving over Legolas’ pale form. Merry frowned and tightened his grip further, causing Legolas to whimper softly and close his eyes. The guard cocked an eyebrow, amused by this show of protection. “Out of the way, halflings.” Merry glared at the man but obeyed, releasing his hold on Legolas and whispering a soft apology. It did no good to resist; it would only bring Legolas more pain. Merry reached over and tugged on Pippin sleeve, practically dragging him over the elf’s still form. Pippin, careful not to hit Legolas, swiftly joined Merry on the far side of the bed. They watched as the guard walked up to the bed, his eyes filling with lust as he pulled the blanket off the naked elf. He stared at Legolas for a long moment, his hands moving over the trembling body. Legolas tried to stop his shaking as he was roughly turned over, the bed sheet rubbing painfully on his torn back. Merry watched as the man grabbed Legolas’ hair and yanked him to his knees before putting his arms behind the elf’s knees and shoulders, picking him up. Merry hated not being able to do anything, and judging from the whimpers coming from Pippin, his cousin felt the same way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 years ago Frodo stared at the vision before him, confident that the elf couldn’t see him hiding in the bushes at the edge of the small lake the Fellowship had found. Grateful for finding the small, isolated paradise, they had decided to camp nearby in a secluded clearing, taking turns traveling to the calm lake. Frodo had followed Legolas shortly after the elf had left the camp, not worrying about the elf hearing him. Sam had promised to distract everyone left in the clearing with stories of Gandalf, which was surprisingly easy. It was strange, really. Their grief was as strong as it was the day they had lost the wizard, despite the fact they had rested in Lothlorien and had spoken to the Lady. Frodo smirked, stroking the ring that he held in his hand, as he watched the elf bathe. Watched as the elf submerged briefly, watched as the elf stood, drops of water flowing down his pale skin. Frodo licked his lips as Legolas began washing himself, running his hands over his slender body in an unconsciously erotic display. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now Legolas lay passively in the man’s arms, burying his face in the guard’s chest as they passed through crowded rooms. He trembled, causing the man to laugh and drawing even more attention to himself from the men they passed. He felt hands reach out to touch him, pet him, heard the men talking about what they would do, if only they were allowed. Legolas breathed a sigh of relief when they left the men behind, causing the guard to laugh once again. “Don’t like the guard rooms, do you, whore?” Legolas shivered, hearing the lust in the man’s voice. He was thankful that while the men were permitted to touch him, fondle him, they knew they were forbidden to go any further with their abuse. He didn’t know what he would do if he was given to the men. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 years ago Sam stared at the elf, thankful that he had listened to Frodo. This was much more enjoyable than cooking. Legolas sat on a low tree branch, swinging his legs as his eyes flitted from tree to tree. The elf was in his element here, surrounded by forest and sunlight. He seemed almost magical, ethereal… untouchable. Sam frowned and shook his head. ‘No, not untouchable,’ he thought, remembering what Frodo had told him, ‘Just hard to catch.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now Legolas winced as he was thrown over the man’s shoulder, his bruises reacting badly to the rough treatment. He lay there while the man knocked on a large, ornate wooden door. He heard the door open quietly, just as it always did, and he held his breath as the man stepped confidently into the dark chamber. “He seems more frightened than usual, my lords,” the man said as he dropped the elf on the large, soft bed. “I bet he’ll just lay there no matter what you do to him.” “He’s never done anything else,” a short figure answered, stepping towards the shivering elf. The figured smiled and ran his hand down Legolas’ side, moving to his back and slipping his hand down the crease of the elf’s ass and pushing a finger into the tight entrance. Legolas closed his eyes, willing himself not to pull away. The figured smiled down at his pet and removed his finger, his fingernail scraping against the walls of the passage. “At least, not since he was trained.” He pushed the elf onto his stomach before turning to face the guard. “Leave us.” The man bowed respectfully and began backing towards the still open door. “As you wish, Lord Frodo.” ________________________ 3/? Merry sat quietly on the bed, watching as Pippin paced the perimeter of their room. “I don’t know why you do that all the time, Pip. It never accomplishes anything.” Pippin looked up at him, stopping next to a small table. “I can’t just do nothing while Legolas is hurting, Merry,” he said before crossing the room to the lone window, staring through the bars at the outside world. Merry sighed and stood from the bed, walking over to stand next behind his cousin. “I know,” he said, softly, letting the younger hobbit lean back against him. He frowned, suddenly realizing something. “Why do you suppose they took Legolas tonight? They usually come for him in the mornings.” Pippin cocked his head, thinking. “I don’t know, Merry,” he said, looking up at the slightly taller hobbit. “Do you think he’ll be ok?” Merry didn’t answer him, and Pippin hadn’t really expected him to. They both knew the answer already. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas stared fearfully at the hobbit standing next to the bed, trembling as Frodo continued to pet him. Frodo smirked at the elf lying naked on his bed and let his hand trail over the elf’s ass. “Good evening, my pet,” Frodo purred, climbing up to sit next to the elf. “I bet you’re wondering why you’re here, at this time of night.” He leaned over Legolas and kissed the elf’s back, licking a line up to his face. “I know you’re used to spending the day with me,” he said before capturing Legolas’ lips with his own, forcing his tongue into the elf’s mouth. Legolas closed his eyes, trying to block out what was happening, but opened them quickly when Frodo raked his fingernails over barely healed wounds. Frodo broke the kiss and glared at his pet. “You know better than to close your eyes, whore!” Frodo yelled, pushing his fingernails deeper into the elf’s flesh. Legolas winced but kept his eyes opened, staring at the wall. Frodo, seeing him obey, pulled his hand away from the now bleeding wound and stroked Legolas’ hair, coating his blonde hair with fresh blood. “That’s better, my pet,” he whispered, leaning down to nip gently at a pointed ear. “My Sam has gone on a trip, he’ll be gone for days.” He ran his tongue over Legolas’ cheek. “You don’t want me to be all alone in this big bed, do you?” Frodo paused, seemingly waiting for an answer. Legolas trembled, not knowing if his master truly wanted an answer, or if he would be punished for speaking without permission. Frodo glared at Legolas and gave his hair a hard yank. “Speak!” “I do not, my lord,” Legolas whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse. It had been a long time since he was last aloud to speak.” Frodo smiled and released his hair, leaning down to kiss him gently. “You’re so beautiful, my pet. Everyone is so jealous that you belong to Sam and I. They all want you for themselves.” He stroked Legolas’ cheek, gazing lovingly at him. “They come here you know,” he continued, kissing the tip of the elf’s nose. “They ask, they beg, for the chance to use you.” He placed a kiss on the elf’s forehead, his hand roving over Legolas’ back. “We always refuse, but allow them to enter the palace, to plead their case.” He raised his head and smiled at Legolas, his hand trailing lower. “Do you know what they say, my pet? What they wish to do to you?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, his hand now caressing Legolas’ ass. “Some wish to take you hard, unprepared on the floor, your back scraping roughly against cold stone as they drive harshly into you over and over until they come deep inside your torn passage.” He paused, kissing Legolas hard while inserting a finger into his entrance. When he broke the kiss, he stared hard into the elf’s eyes, his finger scraping painfully against the walls of Legolas’ passage. “Others want you to pleasure them with your mouth, deep-throating them and sucking hard. They want to see you flush with shame and fear as you swallow their seed.” Legolas stared wide-eyed at the wall, not daring to close his eyes. He hated it when his master was in this kind of mood, hated how afraid it made him feel to hear those words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 years ago Legolas stared up at the trees, shocked to find himself on his back, two hobbits staring down at him. “Frodo? Sam?” he asked, sitting up. “What are you doing?” Frodo and Sam looked at each other, smiling, before returning their attention to the elf. “We’re playing, Legolas,” Frodo answered, laying a hand on Legolas’ shoulder and squeezing it gently. Legolas frowned, confused. “Playing? What kind of game is this?” Frodo smirked. “The most fun kind,” he answered before crashing his lips onto the elf’s. Legolas tried to move away but was stopped by Sam, who had moved behind him while Frodo distracted him. Sam grabbed him by the hair, holding him in place as Frodo pushed his tongue inside Legolas’ mouth. Legolas began to panic and raised his arms, intending to push Frodo away. Unfortunately, his actions didn’t go unnoticed by either hobbit and he swiftly found his wrists held tightly in Frodo’s hands while Sam wrapped one arm around Legolas’ neck. ‘When did they get so strong?’ he asked himself, finding it impossible for him to even move. When they became desperate for breath, Frodo released his mouth, both breathing heavily. Frodo smiled at the flushed elf and kissed his cheek. “You’re beautiful like this.” Legolas glared at the hobbit, still unable to move. “Like what?” Sam smiled and leaned down so he was next to the elf’s ear. “Vulnerable, Legolas. Fragile.” Legolas jerked in his captors’ grip, his eyes flashing. “I am not fragile.” Frodo smirked. “Not yet. But when you’re screaming,” he began, stopping to kiss Legolas deeply before continuing, “begging for us to stop.” He smiled up at Sam, who had begun to suck on the elf’s ear. “Then you’ll be fragile,” he finished, once again crashing his lips against Legolas’ as Sam pulled the elf down to the grass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now Frodo yanked his finger out of the elf, causing Legolas to wince, and stared at his pet. “What game shall we play tonight, my little whore?” He cocked his head, pretending to think, and then smiled. He got from the bed and raced towards a large trunk that sat beneath the large window. “I know just the thing!” he said, throwing open the lid and digging around for a moment before he found what he wanted. Legolas watched fearfully, knowing that he wouldn’t like this at all. Frodo turned and walked back to the bed, hiding his hands behind his back. He smirked as he climbed up next to the elf and shrugged off his robe, before showing Legolas his prize. The elf stared at the small gloves, his eyes growing wide as he saw the many tiny spikes. He glanced quickly at his master before remember his place and looking away, back at the wall. Frodo smiled and moved so he was sitting on the elf’s legs. He stared at the pale body beneath him, growing hard as he felt Legolas tremble. “That’s right, my pet,” he whispered, pulling on the gloves and running his hands over the smooth back, causing angry red trails to appear on the elf’s sensitive skin. “Tremble for me, bleed for me, my little whore.” He leaned down and bit hard into the elf’s back, causing Legolas to jump slightly. Frodo laughed and wiggled his hips, pushing the tip of his cock between the elf’s crease. “You don’t like pain, do you, my pet?” he asked as he gripped the elf’s shoulders in his hands, driving the spikes into Legolas’ flesh, and pulled himself closer to the elf’s ass. “You don’t like it when I hurt you, make you bleed,” he whispered huskily, pushing his cock against the elf’s entrance. Legolas trembled beneath him and forced himself to relax, reminding himself that it would hurt less if he weren’t tense. Frodo frowned when he noticed what his elf was doing. He raked his hands roughly down Legolas’ arms, grabbing his wrists and yanking them behind his back. He felt Legolas tense again and smirked, thrusting cruelly into the elf’s tight, unprepared entrance. Legolas screamed as pain exploded in his body, Frodo riding him hard and fast, giving him no time to adjust. The hobbit tightened his grip on the elf’s wrists, pushing Legolas’ arms up until Legolas felt as if they would break. Frodo continued to move in and out of the tight passage, the elf’s screams encouraging him, adding to his pleasure. He released Legolas’ arms, slamming his hands down on the elf’s sides, pulling him to his hands and knees. He smiled when his pet obeyed and began driving harder into the elf, listening as the screams grew louder and more hoarse. He changed his rhythm suddenly, angling his hips so he could penetrate deeper. He wrapped his arms around Legolas’ waist, pushing the spikes into the elf’s stomach and yanking him up, so he now sitting in Frodo’s lap. Frodo pulled Legolas down harshly onto his cock, before moving one hand to the elf’s throat, scraping the spikes against his skin. “Scream for me, my little whore. Scream until you have no voice left.” Legolas obeyed, screaming louder and sobbing as Frodo thrust into him. He screamed until he began to choke on his own tears, his screams fading into pathetic whimpers as Frodo thrust brutally into him a few more times before releasing his burning seed. Frodo held Legolas tight, running his hands down the elf’s sides, trying to calm the frightened creature. He kissed Legolas’ shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him close before pushing the elf forward and yanking his cock roughly out of Legolas’ torn and bleeding passage. Legolas collapsed on the bed, his body trembling in pain. He felt Frodo crawl up the bed and lie beside him, felt the hobbits hand stroking his hair. “Face me, my pet.” Legolas obeyed, turning his head to look at his master. Frodo stared at him, smiling sweetly, and he almost looked like the innocent hobbit that Legolas had first met in Rivendell. The hobbit’s smile turned into a cruel smirk, ruining Legolas’ dream of a better time, and dragged his still gloved hands over the elf’s back before leaning in to kiss him gently, his tongue sliding into Legolas’ mouth. When the kiss ended, Frodo reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over them both before pulling the elf towards him and wrapping his arms around the slim waist. “Until Sam returns, you sleep here, my little whore,” Frodo whispered before falling into a light sleep. ____________________________________ 4/? Legolas was awakened abruptly the next morning by a demanding kiss that pressed against his lips. His eyes flew open and he stared at his master before lowering, but not closing, his eyes. Frodo ended the kiss and pulled away, smiling when he saw his elf’s submission. “Your eyes were closed, my pet,” he said, stroking Legolas’ back and the elf realized that sometime during the night, his master had removed the gloves. “You know I don’t like it when you close your beautiful eyes.” Frodo kissed Legolas gently, almost kindly. “But I forgive you. You can’t help it can you, my pet?” Frodo asked, pushing one of his legs between Legolas’ while swinging the other over the elf and at the same time tightening his grip on his pet’s waist. “It’s instinctive now, to block everything out,” Frodo said, smirking. “You’re afraid of me.” Legolas said nothing, did nothing, knowing that even if he breathed wrong he would be punished. He lay there passively as his master began grinding his cock against the elf’s thigh, listening to his master’s cries of pleasure as the hobbit grew hard. Legolas lay perfectly still, not wanting to anger his master, and barely repressed a sigh of relief when the hobbit quickly spilled his seed all over him. Frodo moaned as he felt his seed splash against his elf’s soft, bruised flesh. He gave Legolas a rough kiss of approval as he let his hand slide between them, slicking his fingers with his seed. He broke the kiss and smiled brightly at his pet, raising his hand and pressing semen coated fingers to Legolas’ lips. “Breakfast time, my pet.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Merry stretched his sore muscles as he got out of bed, surprised that he had been able to sleep last night. “Pippin, wake up,” he whispered as he shook his cousin, “its time to go to the kitchens.” Pippin mumbled tiredly and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He blinked and looked up at his cousin, yawning. “Do you think we’ll have to work very long today, Merry? I want to be here when they bring Legolas back.” Merry sighed and glance at the empty space in the center of the bed, where Legolas was usually sleeping at this time of day. “I’d like to be here too, but I doubt we’ll be allowed to leave early.” Pippin nodded and dragged himself off the bed, pulling at the hem of his shirt in a futile attempt to get rid of the wrinkles. “I know,” he said, sighing. He glanced around their small room, his eyes falling on a jar of healing ointment. “Do you think we could stop by the healers today? We’re running low on medicine.” Merry nodded, making a quick mental list of what they might need. “If we work extra hard today, they might allow it.” Pippin grinned and headed towards the door, knocking twice and waiting for the guard that stood on the other side to unlock it. “Then we’ll work extra, extra hard.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas lay motionless on the bed, his master’s arms wrapped painfully tight around his waist. He stared at the wall, trying to ignore the hot breath that hit the back of his neck, trying to suppress his shivering. He didn’t want to wake his master, didn’t want to make him angry. His eyes watered, either from tears or because of the burning taste of the hobbit’s seed that was left in his mouth from when he was made to lick his master clean. He had been relieved that that was all he was forced to do this morning and that his master had fallen asleep a few moments later. He felt he didn’t have the strength for anything else. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 years ago ‘You tried to fight them,’ Legolas told himself as he lay on the grass, his clothing torn and bloodied. ‘You tried.’ Tears began rolling down his face as the memory of what had happened replayed itself over and over in his mind. He had struggled, twisting and kicking. He had even managed to kick Frodo away for a brief moment. ‘Shouldn’t have done that,’ he thought as started shivering, his body beginning to feel numb. ‘He used the Ring.’ He stared at the trees, watched the branches sway in the gentle breeze, and tried to ignore the darkness that lay at the edge of his vision. Everything was so blurry, so distant. Sounds were muffled as if they came through a thick wall. He could barely hear his own heavy breathing anymore. ‘I couldn‘t fight them.’ ________________________ TBC...