Title: The Ring Spell Rating: NC17 Author: elfprincess911@yahoo.com Warnings: The usual, slight BDSM, some non-consen., M/M Pairings: Legolas/Frodo Characters: Legolas, Frodo, the new Ring Lord Disclaimer: I certainly don't own the boys, I just manipulate them Summary: The ring tempts Frodo, and Legolas suffers from it Special Thanks to my Favorite slash writer, Menel,who was gracious enough to Beta this nasty little fic for me, and without whom this fic wouldn't be possible! The Ring Spell Frodo stared blinking at the dying embers of the fire. The wind whispered through the tops of the pines surrounding the glade that Aragorn had chosen for their campsite. The others were sleeping, curled up in their bedrolls close to the fire. Merry and Pippin snuggled back to back next to Gimli, Gandalf stirred uneasily, and Aragorn and Boromir slept propped against a nearby tree, their heads lolled together in a vain attempt to stay awake. Sam, who was always near his master, was only inches away from Frodo, a peaceful expression on his face. He is dreaming of his garden at home no doubt, thought Frodo. The only other who remained awake was the always vigilant Legolas. The Elf sat perched upon a large rock nearby, his bow clutched to his chest. Legolas tilted his head back to look up at the stars, and began to sing softly to them. Frodo watched, listening to the haunting song as the glow from the fire bathed Legolas in a golden light. The sight and sound of his companion singing was utterly enchanting. Frodo rose and began to walk slowly away in the direction of a small stream close by. "Where are you going little one?" Legolas asked. "Oh, just to relieve myself," Frodo replied. "I'll only be a moment." "Don't go out of earshot!" Legolas called after the Hobbits' retreating form. Frodo didn't answer, but continued, slowly pushing his way through the underbrush. He suddenly came upon a clearing in the woods, and heard the stream just ahead of him. He approached the stream, and kneeling, looked down into the water. It was at this moment, that the Ring began calling to him once again, taunting him and making false promises. "Make all your dreams come true, make all their dreams come true, destroy all the evil that remains, and remake Middle Earth as the Valar intended," the Ring whispered. Frodo stood up again, looking down at his reflection in the water, and beheld himself as a pathetic, little Hobbit in tattered clothes. The Ring, hanging from its mithril chain, lay on his outstretched palm. It perceived his inner thoughts, and in a moment, Frodo's reflection in the water changed. He gasped at what he saw. Instead of a pathetic Hobbit, there was now a tall, powerfully muscled Elf Lord with long, flowing black hair. The Ring was hanging around the neck of this stranger with Frodo's face in the reflection. "Let it be so," sang the Ring. "Be the ruler of them all!" I would not be evil, thought Frodo. I am not like the others, I could bend this Ring to my will if I truly wanted to. After all, I have carried it this far, have I not? Frodo stepped forward, and touched the reflection in the water. "Let it be so," he whispered. He stood motionless as the transformation took place before his eyes, and he became the reflection that he saw in the water. "Let all that you have wished for become reality now," the Ring sang to Frodo. Frodo stood tall, the powerful Elf Lord that he had become turned and tore the Ring from its chain around his neck. He placed the Ring on his finger and claimed it as his own. "Let it be so!" he shouted into the air. With a crack of thunder, the world beneath Frodo convulsed, and all the dark powers fell, scattered and destroyed. In the blink of an eye, Middle Earth was suddenly transformed into the once beautiful garden it had been when Yavanna had shaped it so long ago. Then all the things that Frodo had ever desired in his heart became true. Hobbiton was more beautiful and bounteous than it had ever been. Merry, Pippin and his beloved Sam became powerful Thanes, each with his own lands and riches. Far away in Minas Tirith, Aragorn was crowned King of Gondor and Arnor and Boromir, together with his brother Faramir, ruled as stewards in Osgaliath. The fortress of Isengard was made the home of Gandalf the Grey, and all the Elven kingdoms were restored to peace. Frodo the new Ring Lord, ruled from his tower fortress of Barad Dur. Mordor was no longer a cold and dreadful place, but became beautiful, a virtual paradise on Middle Earth. "Now to the victor go the spoils," the Ring chanted to Frodo. "What would you take as your prize my Lord?" the Ring asked. Frodo stood looking out over his kingdom of Middle Earth. He could see each separate realm in his mind, and he knew what all his friends and loved ones were doing at any time. What indeed, would be a fitting prize for the new Ring Lord? Then, somewhere from his waking consciousness, the haunting song of Legolas returned, wafting unbidden through his mind. Frodo smiled, and turning toward the distant Elven kingdom of Mirkwood, he thought to himself, let it be so. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, answered the summons of his former friend, and came at once to the Dark Tower. Frodo's servants showed the Elven Prince into what had formerly been the Dark Lord's throne room. Legolas gasped in surprise when Frodo entered the room. The beautiful Elf stood transfixed, taking in the change in his friend. He saw not a Hobbit before him, but a tall, fair faced, raven haired Elf. Frodo walked slowly toward Legolas and asked his friend, "What do you think of me as an Elf?" Legolas was unsure how to answer. The voice and face were the same, but it was definitely not his friend. "You look...you look very....beautiful, and strong," Legolas stammered. The Prince of Elves had never before been so at a loss for words. "Leave us!" Frodo ordered the servants, who immediately scuttled away. "Come my friend, I would show you my fair lands." Frodo took Legolas by the hand, and together they toured the beautiful fortress. Frodo decided to end the tour in his splendid bedchamber, startling his companion by slamming and locking the door behind them after they entered. Legolas shifted uneasily and instinctively looked around the room for another way out, should he need it. "Now we can be alone," Frodo said as he moved towards the Elf. Legolas involuntarily took a step back as Frodo approached him, unsure of what the new Ring Lord's intentions were. Frodo noticed Legolas pulling away from him, and his fair features twisted into a scowl. "Why do you recoil? I am your friend!" he shouted. "Forgive me, my Lord, but this change in you, it frightens me," Legolas explained bowing his head. "You are the all-powerful Ring Lord now. You are not the Frodo that I once knew," Legolas sighed, turning away slightly. "He is dead to me now. Forget him," Frodo said, and reached out to caress the impossibly soft skin of Legolas' face. "Do you not prefer one of your own kind to a filthy Hobbit?" he asked. "Perhaps you would have liked better to see me at your knees with you towering over me? Well, now it is your turn to feel inferior." "But my Lord, I never thought of you as inferior! I admired your bravery in shouldering such a terrible burden!" the fair Elf exclaimed, the shock in his voice, apparent on his face. "So you say, but it matters not," the Ring Lord answered. He had other designs in mind, rather than standing and discussing the past. He dropped his hand distractedly to the ties on Legolas' silk tunic. "This garment is quite stunning on you, but I think you would look much better with your bare skin bathed in the firelight. Undress for me," he commanded darkly. Legolas lifted his eyes to look at Frodo, and saw that it was not a request, but an order, and that he had no choice but to comply. Legolas knew that Frodo could easily put the Ring on and command him to do as he wished. If Legolas did it willingly, then at least he could keep his own will under his control, and so he complied. Frodo sighed in pleasure at the sight of the archer Prince standing with bowed head before him. "How perfectly beautiful you are," Frodo whispered. He cupped Legolas' chin and forced him to look up so that their eyes met, indigo and coal black. "Kneel before me," he commanded. Legolas obeyed without a second thought, kneeling passively before the Ring Lord. Frodo caressed the top of the Elf's head gently with his fingertips. "Just as you always wanted to do before, but would never have dreamed of actually doing as a Hobbit!" the Ring chanted. "Now take him, he is yours!" the Ring goaded, and Frodo gave in. He gripped Legolas by the arms, and lifted him to his feet. "Go to my bed and lay yourself upon it," Frodo commanded, as he slid his own cloak from his shoulders. He undressed silently as he watched Legolas walk gracefully across the room, admiring the archer's fine body and shapely rear view. Legolas turned and lay down upon the ornate bed, his eyes fixed on the one who had once been his friend. "Please, my Lord," he begged. "Not this way, not like this. This is not who you are, this is not you," the Elf pleaded. " I cannot bear this. Please be who you once were, the Frodo I once knew. I would have done anything for you, had you but asked," Legolas said as he lowered his eyes helplessly. "Silence!" Frodo hissed. "Things are now as they should be. Now submit to my will, or I will order it to be so, and it will be so." "As you wish," Legolas said, lowering his eyes as a single tear slid slowly down his cheek, silver in the firelight. Frodo lowered his head, and kissed the tear away, and then he ran his fingers through the Elf's golden hair. "So perfect," he whispered, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of Legolas' soft, pink lips. He felt no reason to hold back, as he could now have anything that he desired. Sliding his hand to cup the back of his companions neck, he drew their mouths together in a searing kiss that drove a maddening surge of lust straight to his already throbbing cock. Gods Legolas!, Frodo thought as he drove his tongue deep into that sweet mouth, marking his dominance over the Elf with the force of his tongue and hot lips against the passive being beneath him. Breaking away for air, Frodo looked deeply into the shocked eyes of his former friend. "I could will you to love this," Frodo said. "I could will you to lie thrashing wildly with desire upon this bed, wanton with lust for me." Frodo was almost undone as the vision of Legolas flushed with passion filled his thoughts. "I could will all those things," he said darkly, " but I want your submission." "Then you shall have it, my Lord," Legolas whispered softly. Not wanting to be controlled, he chose to pretend to give the Ring Lord what he desired, and keep his will as his own. "What do you wish of me?" Legolas asked as he looked up at Frodo. "Lie back against the pillows," Frodo replied. Then gripping Legolas' knees in his hands, he pushed them up and apart, crawling in between them. Taking Legolas' hand in his own, Frodo placed it over the Elf's flaccid member. "Touch yourself for me," Frodo breathed. "I want to see you come undone before me." The eyes of the Elven Prince were once again wide with shock, as the full impact of the Ring Lord's words set in. Legolas struggled with the turmoil growing inside him, regretting the quick words of submission that had fallen from his lips. He did find Frodo beautiful. Despite the present situation in which he found himself, a part of him did want to please his former friend. But his Elvish warrior pride would not relent so easily, and from somewhere deep inside he found the will to resist. Legolas rose to his knees, and with all the strength he possessed, he lunged at the Ring Lord, attempting to push him away. "I will not humiliate myself so! Not even for you! Frodo would never have asked such an appalling thing of me!" Legolas shouted, his face twisted in anger. "Did you hear what that insolent fool said? He defies you and your request of him! Make him suffer for his disobedience!" the Ring demanded. "You ungrateful creature!" Frodo spat. "I could have any being on Middle Earth, but I, the Ring Lord, chose you. Does that not please you? Do you not see the honor that I have bestowed upon you? Damn your pride, you foolish Elf. It shall be your undoing. Let me show you what will happen if you resist me!" Frodo threatened, bending the will of the Ring against the Elven Prince. Legolas screamed in anguish and tried in vain to block the invasion of his mind, as every dark secret or thought that he ever had were laid bare, and exposed to the Ring Lord before him. The Ring fought with the Prince for control, and Legolas writhed in pain, clutching his head in his hands. Frodo smiled maliciously at the struggle beneath him, so caught up in watching the torture of his intended lover that he almost forgot for a moment, his original purpose. Shall I allow this to continue until the Ring breaks his will and mind, and he is a witless fool groveling on the ground before me? Frodo wondered. No, I must stop this, I want him to be willing, not mindlessly obedient. "Stop this!" he ordered the Ring with great difficulty, as the Ring reveled in its own power. "As you wish." the Ring resigned, at least for the moment, and left Legolas reeling on the bed on his knees. "I could allow that to continue forever, but it would not be necessary. I now know all your greatest fears. You know that I could destroy your people in a heartbeat, or lock you in the darkest dungeon away from light and air, but I would much prefer to simply have you surrender to me. Is that such an unpleasant thought? It would make things so much easier on you to do so." the Ring Lord stated firmly as he stroked the soft golden hair of his companion. "Now please, do as I requested. You may find that you will enjoy it as well." Legolas raised his tear stained face. Resigned to his fate, and desiring to protect his people from harm, he knew that he had no other choice. "As you wish," he said, and closing his eyes, he began to slowly stroke himself to the rhythm of his own quickening breath. Frodo's eyes glazed over with unbridled lust as he watched this beautful creature before him, performing solely for his pleasure. Aragorn would love to see this, he thought. "Let it be so," the Ring sang. "Let Aragorn see it!" Laughing wickedly to himself, Frodo sent his thoughts out to Aragorn. Far away in Minas Tirith, the King of Gondor was engrossed in old parchments, hoping to find a way to free their friend from the power of the Ring. Elessar suddenly sat up in surprise as Frodo's thoughts entered his mind. "No this cannot be!" Aragorn cried aloud in horror. "Not Legolas! Please, not him!" Then just as quicky as it had come, the vision was taken away, as Frodo returned his thoughts to the Elf before him. "If you could only see how perfectly arousing you appear to me, you would understand," Frodo said. He reached down to draw his fingertips over Legolas' shoulders, and down the Elf's muscular chest to his nipples. Frodo traced them with his thumbs, then captured one between his teeth. He bit down hard enough to draw blood, and a strangled cry from Legolas. "Yes!" Frodo hissed up at the Elf. "That is what I want. I want to hear you, my precious. Let me hear you. I will make you scream my name!" Frodo swept his mouth, tongue, and teeth viciously down over Legolas' firm stomach, wild with the need to hear those sweet moans and cries of pleasure. Pausing for only a moment, to steal a look up at Legolas, Frodo took the Elf's now fully aroused cock into his mouth, and plunged down upon it, like an eagle upon its helpless prey. Satisfaction was granted to Frodo, as Legolas' almost incoherent Sindarin cries filled the bedchamber. The Elf seemed to forget himself and clutched at Frodo's long flowing hair. "My Lord, my Master!" he cried out in his native tongue. I am that, Frodo spoke to Legolas' thoughts. That and so much more. I am yours, Legolas' thought answered Frodo. Mine, Frodo answered. He drew his tongue along the throbbing Elven shaft from base to leaking tip. Tasting Legolas' honey-sweet essence, was to Frodo, like water to a man dying of thirst in the dessert. Frodo could simply not get enough. More, his thoughts raced, give me more. Legolas bucked his hips against Frodo's hot mouth, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, or even of himself. Frodo was pleased to see that he could so easily break the stony composure of the Elf. "Take what you need, my friend," Frodo said. "For in doing so, you give to me what I desire as well." Legolas surrendered to the sensations devouring him, screaming his release in Quenyan and broken remnants of the Common Tongue, as he filled Frodo's mouth with his essence. Frodo swallowed it all, desiring nothing more than the sweet taste of Legolas upon his tongue. Then raising his head, he looked at the flushed, heavily breathing, slightly sweaty, and fully sated Elf beneath him. Frodo crawled up over Legolas, pressing every inch of skin against skin that he could. He then kissed the parted lips, claiming the sweet mouth below him once again. "Taste yourself within my mouth, Legolas," Frodo whispered. Legolas, however, was unable to answer, and did not struggle when Frodo firmly took hold of his slender hips and turned him over onto his flat stomach. Frodo's breath ghosted hot against Legolas' exposed back as he spoke to his friend in Sindarin, telling Legolas not to fear him. "Do not be afraid, my love. Give yourself to me willingly, and I will reward you beyond your greatest desires. I know what your heart wishes for. The Ring tells me all." Frodo pulled away for a moment, and reached for the bottle of oil, that was warming over a candle on the bedside table. He coated his fingers with the warm substance, then reached down and slid his oil- slicked hand along the length of his rock-hard member. Frodo then traced his fingertips upwards between Legolas' thighs pushing them slowly apart. Legolas moaned uncontrollably. "Please my Lord, you torture me!" Legolas muffled voice rose from the pillows. Frodo opened his mouth to answer, but from somewhere deep inside, a small voice spoke unbidden. "Please call me Frodo," it said. "No!" hissed Frodo aloud, pushing those thoughts and that voice, deep down. I am the Ring Lord now. Not some helpless, sniveling Hobbit. Then, gripping the Elf's hips beneath him, he drew Legolas up on his knees, and with no further preparation, slammed cruelly into the helpless victim below him. Legolas screamed in pain, as the Ring's Spell was broken in the viciouness of that single thrust inside him. "Please, no! No, I won't give in to you! You are not Frodo! You are just Sauron in Frodo's image!" Legolas cried, as he struggled against Frodo, trying in vain to lash out against him. Chains, thought Frodo desperately, and the Ring perceived his wish. "Let it be so!" the Ring sang, reveling in its power. Strong mithril chains were suddenly bound about the Elven Prince's hands, drawing them together over his head and binding him to the headboard. "No, please no!" Legolas begged. "You will submit to me, I am the Ring Lord!" Frodo shouted as he resumed his cruel thrusts into Legolas. "But Sauron is not my name. You will call me....you will call me....." Frodo froze, caught in a horrible struggle within his mind. Before him stood the tall, dark, terrible Elven Ring Lord Frodo, and facing him, the small, but strong, determined, grim-faced Hobbit in tattered, travel- worn clothes. "You will call me Frodo!" the Hobbit shouted, as a great storm raged up around them in their struggle for dominance. The Ring Lord Frodo reeled, feeling the strength in the Hobbit before him. "You will not harm my friends, or the ones I love! You will have no power over me or them!" the Hobbit shouted. His voice not small and blown away by the wind, but loud, roaring through the mind of the Ring Lord. " I am stronger than you!" the Hobbit Frodo shouted. "And the darkness does not hold sway over me. Be gone! Your power had ended!" Frodo cried out. "Let it be so!" the Ring screamed in its final surge of despair and defeat. Suddenly Frodo sat up, blinking in disbelief. There he was sitting beside the campfire. The wind was whispering through the tops of the pines surrounding the glade that Aragorn had chosen as their campsite. The others were sleeping peacefully as they had been before, completely unaware of the terrible ordeal Frodo had just been through. "Little one," a sweet voice called from behind him, as a warm hand was placed upon his shoulder. "Are you all right? I heard you cry out. Were you dreaming?" Legolas asked as he knelt beside the Hobbit. Frodo turned and stood up to look eye to eye with the beautiful Elven Prince. Taking Legolas' face in his hands, he placed a tender kiss upon the Elf's soft lips. Then pulling away, he smiled back over his shoulder saying, "Yes, I am fine. And Legolas?..... call me Frodo." Finis