Title: Unwilling Consort
Author: Red Autumn (red_autumn21@yahoo.com)
Pairing(s): Legolas/Elrohir/Elladan,
Legolas/Glorfindel
Rating: NC17, Rape, BDSM
Summary: Rivendell and Mirkwood are enemies. One
innocent victim was made to suffer for a feud that
happened millennia ago.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and
it's all fictitious.  I just like to fantasize them.
Warning: Please heed the ratings.
Authors Note:  Comments welcome.  Cheers!


PART 2

The captive elf had a vague sense that he was moving. 
Where he was heading to, he did not know.  Right now,
he was too weak to fight the darkness that constantly
cocooned him.  It was as if he was floating and
nothing around him he could hold to anchor himself. 
In the end, he surrendered to whatever forces were
holding him and slowly his mind began to lull to
sleep.

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

His keen sense of hearing was coming back to him.  He
was sure he heard the distant rumbles of waterfalls. 
It was what woke him first.  Slowly, he opened his
eyes but everything was a blur.

Weak.  He felt so weak and so helpless as none of his
limbs obeyed him.  It was as if they didn’t belong to
him.  A soft moan escaped from his parched lips.  He
was beginning to feel light-headed and nauseous.

He tried to remember what had happened.  His mind was
completely blank and disorientated.  Then he realised
that he was staring at an intricately carved ceiling
that was painted with beautiful pastel colours.  Wait
a minute!  His chamber in Mirkwood did not have a
ceiling like this.  And lights; there were so much
lights surrounding him.

Suddenly, he felt something warm and smooth touching
his chest.  His eyes widened in outrage when he
recognised what he felt was a hand on his NAKED skin. 
It made him jerked up his head only to suffer a
pounding headache and more dizzying spells that made
him slumped back.  He tried to choke back the nausea.

There was a snickering, followed by more touching. 
Legolas counted in his mind - four hands were
molesting him unashamedly.

Bracing himself, he lifted his head slowly and to his
horror, two identical male elves with dark silky hair
and as naked as he was, knelt on either side of him,
wedging him.  What terrified him the most were their
two huge members, stood proudly upright.

Legolas noted that their eyes were full of lust and
evil intentions.  They were so busy probing his body
and especially his own flaccid member.  He couldn’t
help but moan in desire when it was expertly stroked. 
Legolas was a virgin and he could not understand why
his body was responding when clearly he did not want
it.

“Stop that!” slurred Legolas.  The effect of the drugs
was not entirely over yet.

With a tremendous effort, Legolas lifted a leg and
tried to kick one of the twins away only to find his
leg was caught by a strong grip.

“Let go!” cried Legolas.

However, it was replaced by a gasp when the other was
pinching his nipples followed by a hot, wet mouth and
tongue circling and sucking it.  Seeing this, the one
holding his leg let it go and bent down to devour his
mouth hungrily.

The young elf fought to keep his lips firmly together.
 Unfortunately, the one pinching his nipples made him
lost control and a wet tongue immediately swept in. 
It probed every inch of his mouth to the utter disgust
of the prince.  He tried to extract his tongue as far
away from the intruder without much success.

The twins continued ministering their attentions until
Legolas was drowned in a sea of unwanted pleasure.  He
tried to push them away but it was like fighting
against two huge orcs who wouldn’t relent.

He was not prepared to be taken like this.  He had
wanted to wait till he found the right one to be bound
with.  This violation will shame him and his family
grievously.

One of them left the bed only to come back seconds
later, with a small glass container containing clear
yellowish liquid.  He opened the cap and dipped three
fingers inside.

Elladan brought his lubricated index finger towards
the lower part of the body.  Elrohir held one palm
against the prince’s chest to stop him from moving or
getting up while the other held the right thigh apart.
Elladan held the left side and then slide his finger
into the tight virgin hole, forcefully pushing his
digit inside without care.

Legolas shrieked in pain and dread.  The stinging pain
from the impalement made him pulled away and when
Elladan forced another finger inside, Legolas refused
to cry out a second time.  He gritted his teeth,
drawing blood from his lower lip when he hurt it
unintentionally.  Unconsciously, he pushed Elladan
away, causing the gleeful elf to fall back onto his
buttocks.

Angry, Elladan got up and straddled the prince. 
Raising his right hand, he sent it down several times
with brutal force.  The helpless elf’s head snapped
left and right, his cheeks stinging hotly where the
hand landed on the softer skin.  Legolas became numb
and could not fight back.

Tired of the games, Elladan wanted to feel his
straining member inside the hot shaft.  He moved down
and knelt between the splayed thighs.  Lifting both
the legs up and folded them above his abdomen, he held
the weakly struggling prince firmly.

Elrohir took the cue and pinned both the struggling
wrists above the golden head.  The steel grip made the
youth winced.  When Elladan towered above him, Legolas
could feel his blood drained from his face.

Without coating any oil on his hardened member,
Elladan pushed himself forcefully into Legolas causing
him to scream out in pain.  With mounting desperation,
he trashed fiercely but soon lost all energies to
fight back.

Finally Elladan managed to get inside and began to
pump savagely.

Legolas screamed like a slaughtered animal for he felt
like his body was cut into shreds.  He continued
screaming until he turned blue, until his lungs craved
for air desperately.  His body trembled uncontrollably
and his legs becoming soft and weak.

Hot tears streamed down the young elf’s face in
torrents, as well as cold sweats, as his whole body
was jerked sharply whenever Elladan pummeled him
mercilessly.  He prayed and prayed that he could die
now, escaping from this horrible pain and shame. 
However, the gods did not hear his silent prayer.

Instead, after Elladan was done with him, Elrohir took
over.  This time, he turned the still trembling body
around and made him knelt on all fours.  He could see
blood oozing out of the torn hole, mixed with
Elladan’s seeds.

Just like his brother, Elrohir did not lubricate
himself.  Taking position, he swung his hips hard. 
His member slipped inside easily and as soon as he was
totally engulfed by the tight entrance, he clutched
the side of Legolas’ hips with bruising grips and
then thrust in frenzy.

Legolas was in excruciating pain.  His limbs trembled
and his knees kept buckling.  His scream was becoming
hoarse.  Darkness was swiftly overwhelming him.  Soon
the only noise in the room was from Elrohir as he
panted and finally cried out his climax.

With the stamina of seasoned warriors, the twins did
not wish to stop their fun so early.  They continued
to rape and abuse the helpless elf.  His body was
showered with bruises from the constant beating to
subdue him.  More blood flowed, coating the inner
thighs and pooling on the bed.  It was a sad sight.

Finally collapsing from exhaustion, after hours of
endless torture on their new toy.  The battered and
motionless body laid sandwiched between then.  Their
limbs were tangled in a mess.

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

In the morning, when Glorfindel was sent to look for
the twins, the sight of the Prince of Mirkwood
astounded him.  Even though there were light bruises
on his face, mingled with dried tears, the prince
still looked proudly beautiful.

He had not the chance to take a look at their prisoner
when the twins had rode up to him, with triumphant
smiles on their faces.  Elladan held their prize in
his arms that was wrapped tightly in a dark cloak.  He
only saw flashes of a pale face and golden strands
that escaped from the hood that closed over his head. 
They had to race back to Rivendell.

Their prisoner was kept in control with more drugs for
the duration of the journey back to Imladris.

It took the elder warrior a few seconds to kick
himself out of his trance and proceeded to wake the
nearest twins to him.  Glorfindel couldn’t help but to
stare a bit longer.

“He is truly as beautiful as they say.  Pity he was
born on the wrong side of the forest and to the wrong
parent,” said Glorfindel.

Both twins smiled.

“Not anymore.  He is now the property of Rivendell,
and more precisely, “our” property,” stated Elrohir,
specifically emphasizing the word “our”, to remind
Glorfindel that the package he sees in front of him is
not for sharing.