Title: Unwilling Consort
Author: Red Autumn (red_autumn21@yahoo.com)
Pairing(s): Legolas/Elrohir/Elladan,
Legolas/Glorfindel
Rating: NC17, Rape (lots of it!)
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.
Authors Note:  Comments welcome.  Cheers!



PART 3

The twins worked in unison to tie their prisoner
spread eagle on the bed before leaving.  One of the
brothers had roughly inspected Legolas’ injuries and
found that they were not too serious.  The prince
required attendance of a healer, though not in a
hurry.

Putting on their robes quickly, they were reluctant to
leave their new toy behind but the previous night’s
activity had used up a lot of energy.  Even as they
walked down the corridors they could feel their legs
shaky.

Glorfindel had said nothing and followed them silently
from behind.  He allowed a moment of pondering of what
it would be like to see and feel the young beauty
squirm underneath him with coy desire.  He found
himself smiling in a silly way.

Their father looked up at their smiling but tired
faces as they entered the dining room.  Lord Elrond
was sure that half the occupants of ‘Last Homely
House’ had heard the presence of the new Prince since
yesterday.

“Good morning, father,” greeted the twins in unison. 
They both took a seat beside him.

The older of the twins tried to stifle a yawn
unsuccessfully as they ate silently.

“Having trouble with the prince?” inquired Elrond with
a twinkle in his eye.  He knew full well what might
have happened in their chambers but he felt like a
little jest this morning.

It sparked a curiosity though, in the golden-haired
elder who had been very quiet since entering the
dining room.  He looked up and allowed his gaze to
move from Elladan and Elrohir hoping to hear a bit of
juicy tales from behind the closed door.

Elrond noticed his second-in-command’s peaked interest
and cocked an eyebrow at him who was still unaware
that his lord was staring at him.  Everyone knew that
such things no matter how interesting, was not to be
discussed at the dining table.

Both brothers looked at each other sheepishly and
smiled.  A short giggle passed between them.

The Lord of Rivendell had hardly seen the captured
prisoner ever since he was brought in but knowing he
would soon see more of this fair elf than he would
like to under this circumstances, while under the
“care” of the mischievous and rowdy twins.
 
Elladan and Elrohir ate their breakfast quickly; eager
to go back to their chambers but their father had made
them join him and Glorfindel in the study.

The first part of the plan has been achieved.  With
the prisoner in their hands, the severely protective
King Thranduil will be frantically searching for his
son, leaving no stone and moss unturned.  No doubt by
now, the normally reserved and regal composure of the
king would be frayed and miserable.  The four Lords of
Imladris would do anything to see the unbecoming of
the arrogant king.

They spent half the morning, going over maps and
discussing the placement of soldiers across the
borders.  They’ve even came up with several counter
contingencies to stop King Thranduil’s troops from
crossing the border into Rivendell as well as his
attempts to rescue his son.

By natural fault, Rivendell had the Misty Mountains
for protection against the direct frontal assault from
Mirkwood.  Even if they marched soldiers through the
mountains, which nevertheless would happen, as they do
not have any choice, Rivendell would have the
advantage of fresh and well-rested soldiers to
confront them.

Satisfied with the second part of the plan well
prepared, the twins raced out of their father’s study,
giggling and teasing each other like little children. 
Elrond watched them with a sigh and shook his head in
mock exasperation.

“How could two lords, warriors by birth, to command
and lead troops of thousands of elves into battle be
able to act like naughty children within the blink of
an eye?”

Glorfindel shrugged his shoulders.

“I did remember another pair of twins who used to be
like that once.  May be it’s a bane of the Peredhils,”
said Glorfindel with a chuckle.

Lord Elrond gave him a deadly stare.  It made the
golden eldar playfully flashed two neat rows of
perfect white teeth at him.

“I have seen the consort they brought back.  He is
indeed wordless for description in fairness,” added
Glorfindel seriously.

“Hhmm….from what I heard last night while in the hands
of the twins, he would soon be destroyed,” commented
Elrond just as seriously.
 
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Elladan had stopped by the kitchen to get a tray of
food and water before proceeding to his chamber where
Elrohir would be attending to their consort’s
injuries.  He was more adept in learning healing from
their father.

Juggling the tray while walking as fast as he could
was a feat he learned a long time ago.  Without
knocking, he entered his chamber where Legolas was
left this morning.  He found his brother bending over
the still form.

After placing the tray on the table nearby, he
approached his brother who was concentrating in
cleaning and bandaging the wounds.  Their prisoner was
no longer restrained.  However he noticed that the
young elf only flinched weakly at Elrohir’s touches.

The poor elf was completely exhausted from the long
journey and lack of food for almost three weeks, as he
was kept drugged constantly.  Including yesterday’s
ordeal, it was no wonder that Legolas hardly fought
back.  Elladan noticed the thin waist and ribs
showing.

Too weak even to lift his head, Legolas allowed
himself to be fussed over by the twins.  Like playing
dolls, the brothers took turn to feed the feeble
prince.  He was feeling severely light-headed from the
lack of food and wondered how long he had not eaten.

Elladan lifted Legolas’ head to let him drink the
water but as he could not swallow fast enough, some
trickled from the corner of his mouth and down his
throat.  When he started choking did Elladan stopped.

It pained the young elf very much on his right side of
the ribs as he tried not to cough.  His left hand
unconsciously held it.  Elrohir took the hand away to
check but found only colourful ugly bruises, no broken
ribs.

They did not feed him too much as his stomach needed
to adjust itself after so long without food.  They
placed the rest of the food back on the tray.

One of the twins, Legolas couldn’t tell which, sat
beside him and made him rest his head on his chest. 
Then he ran his fingers through the mess-up golden
hair, trying to untangle the braids so that it could
flow freely around his head.

“Why have you kidnapped me?” whispered Legolas
hoarsely.  His throat was still raw from all the
screaming.

“We needed a beautiful consort,” replied Elrohir.  He
was seated on the other side of Legolas also playing
with the golden locks.

“You brought me here against my will and plundered my
sacrilege.”  Tears were streaming down Legolas' pale
cheeks.  “I have not even reached my majority yet.” 
Saying that, he broke down with a louder sob.

“Well, you have your father to thank for.  He is to be
blamed for your misfortune.  The fact that we are
enemies and it is your curse to be born so beautiful. 
You just happen to fit right into our plans
perfectly,” said Elladan in a matter-of-factly.

“We have marked you yesterday.  And as we were your
first, you are now bound to us.  You belong to us and
serve only us,” said Elrohir.

“I belong to no one!” spat Legolas as he sat up
excitedly.  Anger seethed inside him.  How dare they
shatter his life like this?

His outburst neither failed to surprise nor amuses the
twins.

“We shall see about that, my little elfling,” smiled
Elladan.

He moved closer, making the smaller elf back away only
to have a pair of strong arms circled around his hands
and chest, securing him.  Legolas tried to wriggle
away but knew it was useless.  His breath was
quickening.

Elladan continued to assault his mouth, taking what’s
his.  The miserable elf was hysterical with terror. 
As he wrestled even more in his arms, Elrohir felt his
manhood bulging quickly, in urgent need of relief.

As soon as his brother sat up to breathe, Elrohir
turned the prince around and slammed him, face first
on to the bed.  Mounted on top of Legolas, he forced
the thighs apart with his knees and then stabbed
cruelly.

Legolas let out a blood-curdling scream.  His body
turned rigid, muscles taut inside, almost making
Elrohir came too fast.  He had to stop pumping to
regain his control.

The young elf was seeing stars bursting in his eyes as
pain wracked his trembling body.  The long golden
hairs hid his face as he contorted hideously.  Tears
and sweats drenched the sheets as his body jolted in
rhythm with Elrohir and scraping his face raw.  He
remembered breathing raggedly because it was difficult
to breathe through blocked nose.

The fingers gripping his hips were painful but nothing
compares to the pain that was wrenching in his soul. 
He couldn’t remember when his second master was raping
him.  His visions were blurred with tears and the pain
just kept continuing.

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Thanks a lot for everyone who'd sent me emails. Took
me a long time to work up the guts to post my writings
but hope to be able to improve them with time and some
help along the way. : )
By the way, I think I am too obsessed with Leggy
getting raped.  Hehhehe.....