Title: Unwilling Consort Author: Red Autumn (red_autumn21@yahoo.com) Pairing(s): Legolas/Elrohir/Elladan, Legolas/Glorfindel, Legolas/Aragor (briefly), Legolas/Boromir Rating: NC17, Rape, Angst Summary: Rivendell and Mirkwood are enemies. One innocent victim was made to suffer for a feud that happened millenias ago. Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and it's all fictitious. I just like to fantasize them. Warning: Please heed the ratings. Also, please don't flame me if I depicted some of your favorite characters as a bad, bad person. : ) Authors Note: Comments welcome. Cheers! PART 11 For the past several days, Legolas had been spending his time alone in a huge garden that he had found while wandering around the castle. Though the enormous palace was a wonder within its walls, the young elf found it too claustrophobic. He wanted his senses to be alive and to feel every tiny heartbeat of nature. Although the garden was not as impressive as Rivendell’s, it was splendid nonetheless. Water fountains with stone statues depicting legendary creatures and bronze figurines lay strategically in the centre of flowerbeds. Cyprus lined the stone path on both sides, swaying gently in the wind. Flowers of all colours dotted the hillsides, and white stone benches were placed for anyone who wishes to sit down and enjoy the surroundings. It was not like home in Mirkwood but the trees welcomed his presence. The wind sang songs of ancient tales to enlighten his sorrowful heart. Even the birds tried too. It was almost freedom for his spirit but not his physical body. He was still a prisoner. Legolas was feeling stronger with each passing day. As he do not wish to be confined inside the chamber all day, he had asked for a cloak from the King so that he could roam around without anyone knowing his true identity. Several times men approached him for they have mistaken his slender form and fair delicate features to be that of a maiden. They apologised for their misconceive and left quickly. * ~ * ~ * The Steward of Gondor has been trying to follow and observe Legolas wherever he went. He almost got to a point of being obsessed by it. He had never encountered an elf before even though he knew they existed. Elves do not travel to Gondor and even if they do, they disguise themselves so as not to attract any attentions for majority of elves do not trust men. He was absolutely intrigued to watch the fluidness of the prince’s movements, the noble bearing on his face, the golden hair that always appeared to shine even on its own, the radiant pale and flawless skin, and especially the pointy ears that peeked shyly occasionally within the locks. The elf did not look like he noticed he was being followed and even if he did, he did not show it. The sneaking and hiding had started since the man had discovered the King’s secret. He was still unsure though of Aragorn’s motive concerning this elf. The prince was in the garden as usual. He always head for his secret hiding place for no one would disturb nor discover him. He climbed a thick, short tree and sat on one of its branches. His long legs dangling, and breeze whipping his hair behind him, he felt at peace. His mind wondered on past memories of home and without realizing, he was humming a song that he had long forgotten. His beautiful voice was carried by the wind hopefully back to Mirkwood. Boromir heard that voice. He was almost hypnotized by it. Somehow he had managed to get so close that he could see the dangling legs from above. Suddenly the singing stopped midway. Boromir was disappointed. “I know you are hiding. Come out and show yourself,” said the same melodious voice. Boromir was startled by the command but obeyed it. He stepped into the clearing underneath the tree where the elf had now jumped off from its branch like a graceful cat to land on the ground silently. Legolas regarded the man warily. He did not take out the small dagger that Aragorn had given him. The man had light brown hair and sported carefully trimmed beards, a fashion among Gondorian. Like his King, he was tall and well muscled. His clothes showed that he holds a status. “Who are you and why are you hiding in the bush?” Legolas' eyes narrowed with suspicions. “My apologies for intruding.” He inclined his head slightly. “My name is Boromir and I am the Steward of Gondor. I heard your voice and wanted to find out its owner. It is my business to know who walks within the castle walls.” Strange that this man happened to be so close to hear his singing. Legolas was sure he was in quite a secluded area of the garden. “I am Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood. I am here by your King’s invitation.” “I see. The King did not mention of this to me. Perhaps it has slipped his mind,” “Perhaps,” he answered shortly, hoping that the man would pick up its cue and leave him alone. “And how long would you be staying here?” asked Boromir as he stepped closer. He gazed into the deep blue eyes as if mesmerized. This was the first time he was so close to the young elf. He finally had the chance to look closer into those eyes. He tried to take note of every contour of the delicate feature. Then he noticed the pink tipped ears. That’s when he realised that the elf’s face was slightly flushed, either from anger or embarrassment; he was not sure. Legolas did not like the way this man looked at him. He also did not like the fact that this man is stepping closer and closer to him. He prepared himself mentally to defend himself the minute the man makes a wrong move. His right hand was twitching to grab the small blade that he had hidden inside the soft boots. “Not very long I hope. Mirkwood is at war and King Aragorn thinks that it is not safe to travel yet,” “True, true,” nodded the man excitedly. “Well, I should be going now. I have many things to attend to. Nice to have met you, Prince Legolas.” He gave a low bow and then left. The elf relaxed immediately when the sound of his footsteps disappeared. His body had been so tensed. Faramir stumbled into Boromir as both rounded a corner. “Boromir, where have you been? The King is looking for you,” “I was in the garden. Needed to take a breath,” answered Boromir with a hint of annoyance. He didn’t like to give an account to his every move. He is Steward of Gondor after all. For as long as Faramir knew Boromir, the man had never liked gardens very much. In fact he preferred to be surrounded by rich lords and ladies, entertaining them in sumptuous parties. The Steward was acting strange these few days. Several times Faramir had looked for him in his office but could not find him or anywhere else in the palace. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * Everyone was silent during breakfast. No one even dared whisper a word at the table. The King was in a dark mood. His face showed every sign of it. Even Boromir was quiet but if one looks closer, will notice it’s because his attention was elsewhere. His eyes flitted occasionally at the hooded figure seating next to the King. As an honoured guest of the King and also his bearing in status, Legolas was obliged to sit next to Aragorn. However, he was determined not to pay any attention to him. He chewed silently and slowly underneath his hood as his azure eyes stared blankly on a plate of bread in front of him. The Prince had opted to wear his hood wherever he went and only let it down when he was alone. Right now, just about everyone, from the lords and ladies and other guests to the servants, was trying not to stare at him. They were curious with the lack of respect of this “guest” as he did not remove his hood in the presence of the King. However the King of Gondor did not seem to mind it. He even neglected to introduce his strange “guest”. Their curiosities were further heightened when they noticed the delicate and fair complexion of this “guest” and also the long, slim fingers. She looked like of noble bearing. It was probably one of the King’s consorts though no one had seen this one before. May be she had just arrived. May be she was shy and therefore wore the hood. So many questions running in their mind and what a juicy gossip they would indulge in later. The captain of the King’s guard was also curious but not of the elf. He was glancing at the Steward and caught him starring at the Prince several times. He frowned and did not like this at all. The reason that Aragorn had chosen Faramir to be his captain was that he had the gift to swiftly detect anything out of the ordinary; and for his undying loyalty to his King and even as a friend. Could it be that Boromir knew who the Prince was? What does he have in mind? Questions surfaced one by one as his mind began to work out the situation. He definitely had to keep an eye on him. When breakfast was finally over, Aragorn left the table without a word, not even to Legolas. Boromir quickly disappeared too. Faramir followed the King as usual. The rest of the people stayed for a while to talk before they too went out of the dining room. No one had tried to speak to the strange “guest” who was the last to leave the table. Legolas walked unhurriedly towards the garden. As usual, he headed for his secret hiding place. It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue with lots of white fluffy clouds. The breeze was a bit stronger than yesterday but it was welcoming for it brought a slightly cooler temperature. The Prince was about to climb his favourite tree when he felt a pair of strong arms grabbed his waist and pulled him down to the ground. He was momentarily stunned but fought back quickly. He had not known that someone had been hiding when he approached the tree. Adrenaline pumping high, he kicked and hit whoever was trying to hold him down. There were two of them because one was holding his hands above his head while the other sat on his legs. It was all a blur and he did not manage to see who his attackers were. A flash of something shiny caught his eyes followed by a sharp shooting pain on his left temple. The pain caused him to become dazed but did not fall into unconsciousness. His vision dimmed slightly. The Prince felt his cloak was ripped open and then his tunic was next. He could not push the man on top of him away as he was still sitting on top of his legs and his hands were still pinned in a steel grip above him. Painful memories of Rivendell flooded his mind. When a mouth claimed his roughly, Legolas shook out of his haunting dreams. That was when he saw the face. Boromir! The Steward molested his body with his calloused hands. It drove him crazy with desire to feel skin much softer and silkier than that a maiden’s. When he sat up, an evil smile was on his face. Legolas was not surprised. He was terrified however. Boromir bent down again and this time targeted the tip of the ears that made the young elf moaned. Boromir knew of an elf’s weak spot. He licked and bit relentlessly at the now very red tip until he felt the elf below him writhed with unwanted desire. The manhood between his thighs was so hard now. He rubbed himself up and down on the elf’s crotch, slowly bringing the shy ones to spring up. A feeble cry was heard from the elf. Boromir saw tears welling in his eyes. “Have you been with a man before?” he asked huskily. He was not surprised not to receive an answer but he was not waiting for one anyway. “Hold him tight,” he said to his companion. Legolas was not able to see the other’s face but he felt the grip on his wrists was becoming more painful. His rapist-to-be quickly pulled off his breeches and shoes away, dropping the small dagger that Legolas had hidden. It fell with a thud on the grass. A purr escaped his throat. Boromir had never seen a naked elf. The sight before him fueled more lust into his mind and body. The Prince was completely hairless on the groin area and his elfhood stood proud, willing him to suck it, which exactly what Boromir did. The golden elf tried to stifle his moan amidst his tears. He half trashed with desire and rejection at the same time. His own member was straining for relief. The man pulled down his breeches and then parted the long legs before him. He spit into his hand and them coated them onto the head of his purple knob. The terrified elf sobbed loudly and begged for the man to stop but it fell on deaf ears. Instead he positioned his hard rod at the entrance. Legolas tried to pull away but could not move much. He clenched his eyes tightly to escape the horror that was about to scare him for life and also he did not want to see the man’s face when he enters him. As Boromir was about to stabbed into the tight entrance, he heard someone yelled his name. Both attackers turned to the direction of the voice. They were shocked to find Faramir and another guard beside him. Utter anger and disgust was shown on the captain’s face. The captain of the King’s guards felt uneasy that morning. He always trusted his intuition. Grabbing a few well- experienced guards, they searched the palace for Boromir and the Prince. When he did not find them, he remembered bumping into the Steward near the garden entrance. Quickly, he searched the ground and had heard voices and crying. They approached the direction of the commotion cautiously. Boromir was about to order his accomplice to deal with the new intruder but the man had already run away. He was not foolish to stay there either. He stood up and pulled his breeches on in one swift move and took off. Faramir was torn between hunting down the man and helping the elf but opted to help the elf instead. “Quickly, tell Beltan what happened and get him to hunt down the Steward. Then tell the King to meet me at the elf’s chamber. Get the healers too.” His guard nodded and hurried away. “It’s all right now, Legolas. You are safe. No one will dare hurt you again,” Faramir tried to soothe the Prince. He was a wreck. Legolas was crying pitifully and his body shook violently. Gently but quickly, he took the discarded cloak and covered the Prince. Then he carried him back into the palace. * ~ * ~ * Aragorn practically burst into the chamber where he found his friend bending over the bed. Faramir was just pulling the thick blanket over the Prince and then looked up. The healers arrived seconds later. He told what happened to them and then left the room so that he could co-ordinate the hunt for Boromir. The King was filled with passionate revenge when he saw what Boromir had done to the young elf. Legolas flinched when Aragorn stroked his wet forehead. When he was about to cry, he stopped touching him. The healers cleaned and bandaged the gash on the elf’s temple. They found only bruises on his body and applied some salve to lessen the pain and swelling. Then they made the Prince drink a concoction that soon sent him into a dreamless deep slumber. They informed their King that the elf must rest and should not be stressed. The bedchamber became silent after the healers were gone. Aragorn sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. It was his fault. He should have insisted that a guard followed Legolas everywhere. It was also his fault that he should have known Boromir would betray him. He had never really liked the man and his greed for power and wealth. Aragorn vowed that he would hunt Boromir down and take the sweet revenge of slowly torturing him to his last breath.