Title: Bound Prologue
Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net

Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf.
 Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story.
They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
 *Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they
do is have sex hmmm..
 Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character Death, incest
 Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' . The prologue takes place
about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the books. 
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
 Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic. Be kind or at least constructive.


 Elrond looked out from his balcony watching his four children. Arwen was
currently talking and her brothers were enraptured at the tale she was telling.
One brother though was looking at Arwen in a way no brother should. But could he
truly blame Estel? He was after all his foster son and even as a child he loved
Arwen, clinging to her skirts all the time. He had thought it cute at the time,
but Now… It was not a road he wanted for his only daughter.

 Elrond wondered how he could deter Aragorn. He had tried to present him with a
slave a few years ago and Aragon had shown no interest whatsoever. Elrond turned
as he saw his own elf enter the chamber with a tray holding his lunch on and set
it on the table.

 "Go get Legolas, I would like a song to take my mind off my troubles,"
Thranduil nodded and left swiftly to collect his son from his favorite spot in
Imladris. He quickly made his way to the slave gardens. He passed by Elrond's
children silently. Elrond smiled at the way the twins ogled his back side but
was further annoyed that Aragorn did not take his eyes off Arwen.

 Thranduil found his son the center of attention as always. He stood to the side
as Legolas finished a song about a man that fell in love with his horse. Legolas
held a barely recognizable elf in his arms covered in bruises and rocked him as
he sang. An elf maiden was weaving some white flowers into his hair and everyone
cheered as Legolas ended the song.

 The wounded elf stood after a few whispered words form Legolas, he hugged the
elf tightly and then watched as he went off right past Thranduil. Legolas raised
an eyebrow at seeing his father and smiled.

 "Come to watch me as well, ada?"

  "Nay Legolas, Master Elrond would like a song."

 "His call comes early today," Legolas says as protests start all around him.

 "No you can't go."

 "One more song."

 "Yes just one more."

 "Now you know I will return tomorrow," Legolas says.

 "Until then mellon-nin," she says adding the last white flower. "I have crowned
our prince today," She says laughing.

 "I am no prince, do not call me such," Legolas says embarrassed.

 "Legolas," Thranduil says,  knowing they should get going and glaring at the
elf woman angrily. He didn't care if it was Legolas' nana's sister, she had no
right.

 "Coming,  Ada," Legolas says, walking to him.

 They returned moments later, passing by Arwen, Aragorn and the twins again.
Elrond saw as Aragorn glanced at Legolas, then stop to stare at the elf. Elrond
looks at one of the most loved elves in Rivendell. Legolas’ voice was a powerful
instrument and was the reason he had never had a master, but if he had to decide
between him and his
daughter… Legolas was a beautiful elf.

 "For my daughter, no price is too high."

 "My lord," Thranduil said, entering with his son.

 "What would you have me sing?" Legolas asks happily.

 "Nothing," Elrond turns to the window, "Estel."

 "Yes, Ada?"

 "Can you come up here?"

 "Alright," Aragon says, wondering what is going on. Elrond turns back to
Legolas who has charmed a small bird onto his finger and is happily chattering
to it.

 "Legolas, there are going to be some changes around here," Elrond says and
Legolas nods, not the least bit worried.

 "Ada?" Aragorn asks, stepping into the room and ducking as a small bird flies
past, casting an annoyed glance at Legolas who's too busy playing with
Thranduil's hair to notice. He swats at his son’s hands and Legolas giggles.

 "Estel, come in. It’s about time you had a slave of your own. You are of age
and I would treat you no different from my own children, your brothers and
sister. I would give you Legolas."

 "What?!" Thranduil exclaims in shock.

 Legolas on the other hand is not instantly aware of what this means and walks
over to stand in front of Aragorn and with a slight bow says, "It would be my
pleasure to sing for you."

 "I have no love of song," Aragorn says, annoyed, turning to his father. "I have
no interest in a singing elf."

 "I did not give him to you for his singing," Elrond says at the same level of
annoyance. Legolas opens his mouth and shuts it again like a fish. He couldn't
mean it! He wouldn't give him to someone, not after all these years. And not a
smelly, hairy MAN!

 "NO!" Legolas yells running out.

 "Apparently he's had too much freedom," Elrond says, turning back to the
balcony. "Elladan, Elrohir bring Legolas back here." The twins barely have a
chance to register the request when Legolas goes flying past them and is stopped
by Arwen. Legolas has no intention of hitting her and in his momentary
indecision, is grabbed by her brothers.

 Legolas puts up the fight of his life, knocking Elrohir to the floor and
tossing Elladan on top of him. Aragorn is watching, trying not to laugh at
Elladan and Elrohir being battered by the elf that spent his days singing with
maidens. When he realized that Arwen was the only thing in the way of the elf
now, he ran out to protect the only elf he wanted.

 When he reached them the twins were staggering to their feet and Arwen was
petting the hair of a sobbing Legolas as he clung to her skirts. Her brothers
glared at the crying elf and she sent them away with a wave of her hand.

 "What did you-"

 "I asked him where he would go. What happened? He's always so happy."

 "Ada gave him to me."

 "Really? I did not know you have a love of song."

 "I don't, its for his other use."

 "Oh, so that's why he ran."

 "Yes and there was no need, I don't want him."

 "Estel, Ada loves Legolas' singing as if it were the very spring. He would not
do something like this lightly. He must want to show you he cares. Just take
him, he can be a companion when you play ranger if nothing else." Aragorn just
stares at Arwen, what would this boy do besides get him killed?

"Well, we must take him back to ada," Arwen kneels, "Come on, it'll be alright
and you'll still be able to sing to all your friends," she says pulling him to
his feet and leading Legolas, Aragorn close behind.

 Elrond slapped Legolas  the moment he entered the room sending him sprawling to
the floor fresh tears springing to his eyes.

 "My lord." Thranduil starts and Elrond raises a hand to silence him.

 "Your son must learn his place," Elrond says walking over to a trunk and
removing a belt. Thranduil glances at Legolas who's on the floor tears running
freely gingerly touching his cheek. 'He would never survive this.'

 "I will take Legolas' punishment."

 "Your son attacked two of my children and disobeyed me."

 "I will take his punishment," Thranduil says never taking his eyes off Legolas.

 "Fine," Elrond says, still having a soft spot for Legolas, "Remove your tunic
and kneel." Thranduil does as he's told, keeping his eyes on his distraught son
the entire time. "Legolas, this is what happens when you disobey me."

 He slams the belt across Thranduil's back and the elf winces though he remains
silent. Legolas turns away in  horror covering his face. Aragorn watches as
Arwen leaves the room and returns with a small vial from the smaller chamber
next door.

 "Watch or he receives more." Legolas turns watching his father until he bleeds
and Elrond finally stops. "Take him out of here," Elrond says to Aragorn who
barely has to look at Legolas to get him to follow. His sniffling is all Aragorn
needs to know he's still being followed.

 "I'll miss his singing," Arwen says handing her father the healing salve,
knowing that he hadn't enjoyed that.

 "That was a foolish request," Elrond says, kneeling next to Thranduil and
carefully pushing aside a few hairs that were on his back and starting to apply
the healing salve.

 Aragorn enters his chambers with Legolas close behind. He looks around
wondering where to put the elf when his growling stomach distracts him. "Oh,
just stay here and don't touch anything!" Aragorn says annoyed and walks out to
get some lunch, slamming the door and leaving Legolas alone.

 He looks around everything blurry from his tears and notices Aragorn had one of
the only  mostly closed off rooms. He walked to the balcony and noticed it was
mostly untouched. He curled up on the floor next to one of Aragorn's plants and
started to sob.

 He was so distraught and depressed he cried himself to sleep even though it was
midday.


 A few days later the entire family was gathered for Breakfast. Aragorn was
devouring his food in a rush to get away from the table and back to what had
been keeping him occupied for the last few days. Elrond smiles at how well his
plan was working.

 "Estel, how goes it with Legolas?" Elrond asks and Aragorn looks at him
perplexed.

 "Yes, little brother we haven't seen him frolicking with the maidens for days.
Too exhausted?" Elladan asks, grinning.

 "What?"

 "You can tell us, we're family," Elrohir adds.

 "Maybe he doesn't kiss and tell," Arwen says.

 "What in all of Middle Earth are you talking about?" Aragorn says, finally
stopping his meal.

 "Hello, its not everyday ada grants someone the prettiest Mirkwood elf since
his own," Elladan says.

"Don't you all have him?" Aragorn asks.

Elrond roars, "Thranduil!"

The elf enters, surprised to be called so harshly.

 "Where is your son?"

 "I wouldn't know, I haven't seen him in days," Thranduil says, bitterly annoyed
that his son wouldn't have a word to say to him after what transpired.

 "Has anyone seen Legolas in the past three days?" Elrond asks and gets a 'no
ada' around the table.

 "Has anyone checked the slave garden? Legolas usually spends every moment
there. I think he sleeps there as well at times," Arwen says. Elrond glances at6
Thranduil who nods.

 He walks out to the garden and sees the same slave Legolas had been singing to
before complete with fresh bruises. He's looking around the empty area sadly as
his eyes locked on Legolas' usual sitting area.

 "So you haven't seen him today?"

 "No, not for three days. I don't think he's ever been gone this long."

 "Thank you," Thranduil says turning as the elf nods sitting down on Legolas'
usual place. "Oh, Legolas, what have you done now."  He returns and Elrond is
not happy with his response.

 "I want the area searched and I want to speak to the sentries on duty the past
three days NOW!"  Aragorn, on the other hand, is trying to slither out of the
room, but no matter how long he's there he won't be an elf. "Estel!" He freezes
a few feet from the door.

 "For your sake and his, I better find him fast," Aragorn says, annoyed, as
Thranduil helps him pack for the search for Legolas. Thranduil says nothing,
wondering how anyone would be able to put up with him for long.

 Legolas was drifting in a sea of semi-consciousness, he had stopped wanting to
get up and now found it nearly impossible to do so. But now he knew his ada was
near he had to call to him. He opened his mouth to call him and didn't so much
as whisper.

 "Yeah that's it. Let's go find your stupid daughter," Aragorn says and
Thranduil grits his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists, as Legolas
musters up a sigh. Thranduil turns back but an annoyed Aragorn hurries him
along.

 The scouts and Aragorn are gone a week and can't find head's or tails of
Legolas. They return and no one is more aggravated then Aragorn who had been
getting some intensive sword training. No one any where had seen any sign of an
elf and Aragorn refused to believe Legolas could have such skill.

 He didn't bother to come see his ada, knowing the scouts would give him a full
report. He entered his room and  laid down on his bed and heard chirping. He
looked up and there was a flock of small red birds on his balcony. He threw one
of his many pillows at them and they just chirped louder. He held the pillow
over his face instead.

 He didn't hear when his door opened and only moved when he was touched on the
arm. Thranduil was standing over him looking at him, confused.

 "Master Elrond requests your presence."

 "Can't it wait until morning?"

 "He said now," Thranduil says calmly as Aragorn begrudgingly gets out of bed
and leaves the room. Thranduil is about to follow but the chirping caught his
attention and he looked back at the birds.

 "Get rid of them," Aragorn orders as his door swings shut behind him.

 Thranduil walks  over to the balcony shooing the birds with his hands. "Come on
now, you wouldn't want him to try using his knives on you. Go."  Thranduil waves
more birds away and almost trips on something. He looks down at the curled up
form and didn't believe his eyes.

 "Legolas!" The form didn't stir, "by the Valar! Legolas!" He lifts Legolas'
limp body into his arms and is distraught at the fact his son's eyes are closed.
He runs to the one person who can help his son, interrupting Aragorn's scolding.

 "My Lord."

 "Thranduil, I told you I." Elrond stops when he sees what he's holding.
"Where?"

 "Aragorn's balcony," Thranduil says, disgusted at the man.

 "He thinks this act can fool us?" Aragorn says yanking Legolas away from
Thranduil and dropping the elf on the floor. The only sound is Thranduil's gasp
of shock and Legolas hitting the stone floor.

 "Estel stop," Elrond says when Aragorn reaches a leg back to kick Legolas.

 "You don't believe him do you?"

 "Look at his hair, I remember those flowers, do you think if Legolas had
escaped Rivendell, eluded my best trackers and returned to your balcony, he
wouldn't have found a moment to discard dead flowers from his hair?”

 "Uh."

 "How often do elves close their eyes?"

 "Almost never." Aragorn says as Thranduil rocks his nearly lifeless son.

 "Lastly, what can kill an elf?"

 "A mortal wound or grief."

 "Alright, will you excuse us?" Elrond says to his adopted son, who's more than
happy to comply. "Be assured, we will discuss how it is you didn't notice an elf
in your room." Aragorn grumbles to himself as he leaves the room.

 "Can you do something for him?"

 "Yes, it's exhaustion and starvation."

 "But-"

 "Remember, Legolas was depressed as well. He'll be fine with a little lembas
and a small amount of-" Elrond starts looking through his various bottles,
"this."

 They go into the healing wing and place Legolas on one of the cots in the empty
healing wing. He pours part of the bottle into the elf's mouth and breaks off a
small piece of lembas and slips into his mouth. He then leaves Thranduil to care
for Legolas while he went to deal with Aragorn. He leaves a pitcher of water and
kisses
Thranduil on the forehead before walking out.

 Elrond walked directly to Aragorn's room and found him in silent council with
Arwen. He was leaning his head in her lap and she was stroking his hair as he
spoke. He hadn't done such a thing since he had become a grown man. He had
planned on scolding Aragorn but changed his mind instantly, he didn't want Estel
in need of comfort.

 "Estel." He sits up abruptly and Arwen stands, planning to leave and Elrond
raises his hand, indicating she can stay. "We have quite a problem. I sent out a
party of my best elves to find someone who had never left this room."

 "Ada."

 "Do you think a bell will help?" Aragorn stares and Arwen giggles. "Well, he
didn't move much how about if we put some perfume on him? He is always called
more feminine then other elves." Arwen laughs outright as Aragorn is still a
little nervous.

 "What will we tell-"

 "The scouts? Hmm, now there's a dilemma, we could tell them they wasted their
time. Don't worry about it, I will deal with them and really, Aragorn, don't
lose him again. See you two at dinner." Elrond says, smiling and walking out.
Aragorn breathes a sigh of relief.

 "See, I told you Ada wouldn't be too upset."

 "Its strange. I expected more."

 "Be happy; ada's wrath is not to be toyed
with."

 Elrond stood at the door to the healing wing, surprised that Legolas had
already awoken. He listened to the elf  and wondered vaguely if Legolas knew who
he could have been if not for Oropher's foolishness.

 "I don't want to do this, ada, I won't," Legolas says proudly and defiantly.
Elrond is surprised when Thranduil slapped his son. Elrond was quite sure he had
never  lifted a hand to him before.

 "You will! You think yourself better than your own father?! Know your place,
boy! You belong to Aragorn, you will do anything and everything he asks of you,
understand?" Legolas nods, still cupping his face and Thranduil  pulls him into
his arms. "It is not all bad. Aragorn seems nice enough, he was raised by Elrond
after
all."

 "I don't know if I can."

 "You are strong. Now go."

 "Go?"

 "Aragorn's chamber. You can't come and go as you please, you know this."
Legolas slowly shuffles up and walks out of the room. He walks past Elrond
without seeing him and makes it a few more steps before he starts to feel dizzy.
His moan catches Elrond's attention and he catches Legolas as he falls. When he
sees who's holding him he tries to stand again.

 "Be still," Elrond says entering the room, "Thranduil, it's a little soon, he
collapsed in the hall. One night will make no difference." Elrond puts Legolas
down and pulls a thin sheet over him, for comfort more than warmth. "Sleep,
little one." Legolas sighs and soon his eyes get the vacant look of sleep.

 "Thank you."

 "Thranduil, please. I bear Legolas no ill will. Sometimes he acts so young, you
would think he's under a 100."

 "I know," Thranduil says sighing and leaning his head back on Elrond's stomach
as the elf lord remains standing and starts to stroke the golden hair so like
Legolas'. Thranduil shakes his head, he could barely control his own son, he
would have lead his people to death. He could never be Oropher, Legolas was more
defiant then
he ever was.

 The next morning, Legolas, while not fully recovered, is seen as fit enough to
leave the healing wing. He is about to enter Aragorn's chamber when the man
comes rushing out laden with gear. He looks at Legolas, annoyed, then looks at
the gear then
back at Legolas.

 "You have to do anything I ask?"

 "Anything."

 "Carry this and follow me," Aragorn says dumping all the gear on the elf.
Legolas does as he's told, following Aragorn to his sword training. "Stay out of
the way," Aragorn says as they arrive. He watches Aragorn train, thinking it
didn't look that difficult.

 "Here," Aragorn says handing Legolas a sword. The elf stares in amazement until
a rag is handed to him as well. "Polish it, you idiot." For weeks Legolas' only
duty is to polish, wash and carry. He started calming, and while Aragorn only
addressed him to give him orders, it was not as horrid as he had imagined.

 After a month, Aragorn began archery training and Legolas was much more
interested in what happened. The teacher noticed this and saw no reason, even
though Legolas was a slave, that he shouldn't learn. And he had heard many a
tale of Aragorn's arrogance for he was close friends with the sword trainer.

 "A man will never be able to shoot better than an elf, but I will teach you to
the best of your limited ability."

 "Please, I could shoot 10 times better than him and he's an elf."

 "And you can walk a hundred times faster than a newborn. Let's have a fun
challenge to keep your wits about you. I propose I teach you both, you to
improve and Legolas to learn. We'll see who the better student
 
 "Ha! Legolas get your girly behind over here." Legolas does and takes the
bow he is handed, confused. 'Did you polish wood?' He shrugs and starts to walk
away having been lost in thought he had not heard the discussion. "Where are you
going?"

 "To polish it?"

 "No, stupid, I want you to shoot that tree," Aragorn says handing Legolas an
arrow. Legolas took it, he knew how they were supposed to work, you pulled back
and fired. He did just that and didn't see where his arrow went. He had been
aiming for the tree, had it gone so fast even his elven eyes couldn't track it?
Aragorn's laughter cuts off his thoughts and he turns to the man, confused. The
teacher on the other
hand points down. His arrow had gone as far as his feet. He turns bright red all
the way to the tips of his ears.

 "I love a challenge," the teacher says, watching Aragorn hit the tree easily.

 Two months later Aragorn was glaring at Legolas who hit the bulls eye of every
target on the field. What made Aragorn even angrier was that it was the day his
brothers and Arwen had come to watch to see how his training went. Aragorn
snatched the bow from Legolas.

 "Go get us lunch," Aragorn growls and the elf runs off back to the house.

 "Baby brother how is it after a month, Legolas can best you in archery? You,
who have been training for years?" Elladan jokes and Arwen whacks him in the
arm.

 Legolas returns shortly with a picnic for them. He carefully opens a blanket
and starts spreading out the plates of food. He takes a small roll for himself
and turns and almost collides with Aragorn who snatches the roll away and takes
a bite. Legolas lowers his head, not sure what he did wrong, not realizing it
was the archery, and goes to sit behind a tree.

 "Aragorn, be nice," Arwen says gathering a little of everything and bringing
the plate to Legolas.

 "Thank you, my lady." She nods then goes back to her family. She sits besides
Aragorn and in an effort to alleviate his dark mood, starts playing with his
hair. Elladan and Elrohir both shift uncomfortably, having been drawn in by
their father to keep the two apart as well.

 The lunch is more awkward as time passes, not because of Aragorn's original
foul mood but because of the open and flirtatious nature of Arwen and Aragorn's
interactions.

 "Estel," Elladan starts, for once calling Aragorn something other than baby
brother. "We will be going on a Orc raid, there are talks of them being seen by 
a nearby settlement of men. You can put all this new training to some good use."

 "When will you be leaving?"

 "A fortnight, maybe sooner," Elrohir responds as Elladan takes a long drought
of his wine.

 "My lady!" A messenger says, running up to them.

 "Yes?"

“You have a visitor arriving form Lorien, she wishes for your company." Arwen
grins from ear to ear.



 "Finally! I haven't see her in almost 60 years. Oh Estel, I'm so happy!"
Aragorn nods as she throws her arms around him and kissing him before running
off.

 "Will you bring the little archer as well?"  Elladan asks acting as if the
interruption hadn't happened. Aragorn grunts in response.

 "Well, if you showed him his place, I doubt he'd be shooting arrows."

 "And shaming you in front of your brothers and sister," Elrohir adds straining
the word sister as they all stand and walk over to Legolas, who had finished his
lunch and was curled up on the grass, content to play with some blades of grass
between his fingers. He looks up at the three and stands immediately. They just
stare at him and he realizes he should be leaning up the remains of the lunch.
He goes over to it and Elrohir laughs.

 "Look at that, such a good little servant," Legolas bends over to lift a side
of the blanket he had brought and both twins ogle.

 "How haven't you-“

 "Legolas, come here," Elladan says and he stops what he's doing and walks over.
"Bring the blanket." Legolas carefully takes everything off the blanket, shakes
it clean and walks, over folding it.

 "Follow us.” Both Aragorn and Legolas follow the twins, equally in the dark on
their
destination. They reach a secluded garden after passing over an almost invisible
path. "Open the blanket then sit." Legolas unrolls it then sits on the ground 
near the blanket. "On the blanket in the center."

 "Oh," Legolas says, sitting on the blanket perfectly in the center. The twins
plop down on opposites sides of Legolas. Aragorn moves to sit as well and his
brothers shake their heads, pointing to a bench across from them. He sat down
and wondered what his brothers were up to. He learns quickly when Elrohir kisses
Legolas on the cheek as Elladan loosens the first few bindings of Legolas'
tunic.

 Legolas freezes as Elrohir's kisses move down his neck to his exposed collar.
His terror is apparent as Aragorn holds back a laugh. "I don't think he wants to
do this," Elrohir says, stopping.

 "You know, brother, I'd have to agree," Elladan says, wiping away a single tear
from Legolas' cheek.

 "That's it?" Aragorn asks annoyed.

 "Shh, baby brother," Elladan says in a commanding tone. "Let's ask him, why
don't we?" Elladan turned Legolas' face to him. "Do you want to do this?"

 "No," Legolas whispers, shaking his head

 "There you have it." The twins start to stand when they both sit back down.
"Almost forgot." Each twin takes a pointed ear in their mouth and Legolas moans
loudly as they pull away.

 Legolas blinked, at least that is what he wanted to do. His entire body
tingled. As a breeze blew past one of his ears he started panting, he was
extremely hot and his tunic was suffocating him. He practically tore it off as
he panted.  Every feeling was delicious. But he still felt as if he were on
fire. Ignoring the fact that his vision was a little more than a blur, he tried
to pull off his leggings when strong arms stopped him.

 He heard the voice, or was it voices, as if through a fog. "What do you want?"

 "Release," he gasped, his voice husky. He was just so hot, the leggings had to
come off, they were like chains. The twins changed positions, both aware of how
Aragorn stared. Elladan sat behind Legolas and Elrohir sat near his feet. Both
twins making sure Aragorn had a perfect view of Legolas' pale wanton body.

 Elladan started kissing Legolas' neck and the elf twisted pulling him into a
kiss that left both elves gasping for air.

 "Demanding, isn't he," Elrohir says casually, removing a boot and running
his fingers along the insides of Legolas' legs as the elf writhed in pleasure
and let out another moan.

 Aragorn watched in disbelief as his brothers kissed and touched Legolas. The
elf was clearly enjoying himself as the bulge in his leggings showed, but had he
not been crying earlier? Had he not been terrified of the same touch? Now he was
demanding it with a vigor, leaving Elladan breathless and Having Elrohir move
back up after removing both shoes to kiss Legolas, who was ever demanding for a
touch.

 He had to admit Legolas had a beautiful body for a male. He had always thought
him to be thin but muscles were what his body was made of. He absently wondered
how strong Legolas was when Elladan pulled Legolas' leggings off and the elf
arched into a kiss. He stood then, wanting nothing more than to have the elf
arch for him.

 "I would like my elf back now," Aragorn says, finding himself walking quite
awkwardly with his own erection constrained by his leggings.

 "He will be more than happy to oblige," Elladan says as both he and Elrohir
slip away from the elf. Legolas whimpers at the lack of contact when Aragorn
presses his lips to Legolas' and the elf opens his mouth invitingly. Aragorn
pulls away to remove his shirt and Legolas whimpers again. He shoves the elf
down into a laying position and Legolas starts grinding into his pants, making
them all the more tight.

 He starts pulling at the bindings to his leggings, never breaking the contact
with Legolas, not that he would have been able too since the elf had wrapped his
legs around him. He tried to lift out of the hold but Legolas was strong and not
letting go. It was his brothers who came to his rescue, prying the legs off him
and allowing him to remove his leggings.

 "He's strong," Aragorn mutters.

 "He is an elf, you might want to remember that," Elladan says, annoyed, as
Aragorn lays back down, tossing Legolas' legs over his shoulders and
Starting to push himself forward. "Aren't you-" Elladan starts as Legolas'
scream of agony cuts off the rest of the question as Aragorn impales himself
fully on the elf.

 Legolas blinks. He felt a fire burning him and tried to pull away from the
pain, the blissful fog he had been in ripped harshly away. His eyes finally
focused on Aragon and he didn't understand. Where had the man come from and
where had his clothes gone? Legolas realized he was naked at the same time he
realized what was causing him such pain.

 "Get off me!" He screamed, not believing he ever needed to serve someone like
that.

 "By the Valar, Aragorn are all you men so violent?" Elrohir asks.

 "Get off him! Now!" Elladan exclaims when he doesn't move right away.
Elrohir pulled Legolas into his arms, stroking the shivering elf's hair. "Talk
to him. I'll deal with  Legolas."


 Elladan drags Aragorn in all his naked glory a little farther away. "Do you
want to your elf to die? In record time?"

 "What?"

 "What does Arwen see in you?" Elladan says knocking Aragorn on the head.
"Pain will drive Legolas back to reality where he would rather kill you than lay
with you."

 "So what? I can make-"

 "What fun is it to fight the entire way? Besides, I can tell you who would
win."

 "Are all elves sensitive in their ears?"

 "Not in the level of Mirkwood elves. Its just a delight, nothing that blanks
the senses."


 "Oh."

 "Now listen and listen carefully."

 "It'll be better if you accept it," Elrohir whispers to Legolas.

 "Would you?"

 "I don't have to."

 "But you have slaves of your own, don't you?" Elrohir is silent as Elladan and
Aragorn return.

 "Sorry," Elrohir says and Legolas looks at him confused as he reaches down to
whisper to him or so Legolas thinks as Elrohir sends him spiraling down in a
blanket of blissful fog.

 "Now, do it right or I’ll  make father take him back," Elladan says as Legolas
kisses his twin.

 "Fine," Aragon says, gently pulling Legolas to him and the elf is more than
happy to oblige. He pushes the elf down as Elrohir goes to stand next to his
brother, ignoring the false couple.

 "You think this will work?"

 "No, but ada will try anything."

 "Poor little guy, he gets to be a puppet for a plan that will in all likelihood
fail; all for Arwen."

 They turn to see Aragorn thrusting into Legolas and the elf pushing back in
time with the man. Legolas cried out as his seed spilled out all over his belly
and Aragorn followed soon after pouring out into the elf. He pulled out and
Legolas curled up onto his side. The elf twins watched as the tears fell from
his eyes.

 "Great, just great. There goes another one," Elrohir says, stepping towards
Legolas as Elladan takes his arm. Elrohir watches as Legolas wipes his eyes and
sits up looking around him and grabs his clothes. He pulls his leggings on
slowly wiping his soiled hands on a tree.

 "Maybe not, I want him to meet them," Elrohir says.

 "What about baby brother?"

 "Who cares," Elrohir responds, "We'll be taking Legolas now. He'll be back
sometime."

 Legolas is lead by the twins to their chambers and is greeted by the sight of
two elves in the throws of passion. He recognized them as a pair who usually sat
together when he sang. The names escaped him at the moment. Wasn't one named
after a great human warrior?

 "Turin, Laieth  aren't you two supposed to belong to us?" Elladan asks, smiling
when neither elf responds. He exchanges a look with his brother. "Seems they are
putting those ears to their best use."

 "They are yours?" Legolas asks confused.

 "I guess so," Elladan says removing his robe and tossing it on a chair. "Turin
is mine I think, isn't he?" He says, turning to Elrohir.

 "Uh… yeah," Elrohir says, removing his own robe as he watches the two. He pulls
Elladan to him and kisses him full on the lips.

 "Mmm Later, well they aren't going to be chatting much now, why not go to the
gardens, they miss you there."

 Legolas is just staring at the twins trying to understand everything he just
saw.  Their uh were together, quite to their masters joy apparently, and the
twins had just kissed each other? But they were brothers.

 "Hello?" Elladan says waving a hand in front of Legolas' face.

 "Oh the kiss? Well it’s our little secret, they help us keep it. Now go on,"
Elladan says shoving him to the door.

 Legolas walks to the garden, his disgust at himself growing larger and larger.
He was about to turn around when some elves saw him and led him the rest of the
way, so eager to see him that they never noticed his reluctance. They sat him
down and waited. After a moment, his nana's sister spoke.

 "Does something trouble you, Legolas?"

 "Nay, its has just been a while."

 "We are all glad to see you again, when we heard word of… well we were all
worried."

 "Oh," Legolas say, looking up and seeing Arwen with an elf he had never seen
dressed in silver and white. He knew the dress, it was of Lorien. For whatever
reason the sight of Arwen produces Legolas' first sorrowful song of his own
making.
 
 "Come! His singing is amazing," Arwen says, pulling her friend. Legolas
couldn't believe she  was coming near him. Everything would be fine? He'd still
be allowed to sing? Here he was a puppet his life changed for her? He had heard
the twins, how he wasn’t sure but he had. What he didn’t understand was why
Arwen wanted him given to Aragorn.

 "Perfect by nature," All the elves clapped and cheered as Legolas started his
first song in months. They died down and he started again.

 "Perfect by nature
 Icons of self indulgence
 Just what we all need
 More lies about a world that
 Never was and Never will be
 Have you no shame
 Don't you see me
 You know you've got everybody fooled

All the elves exchanged glances not understanding what Legolas was singing.
Arwen lead her friend closer to the group as Legolas looked up at her. For a
reason she couldn't name, his stare unnerved her and she broke the look. Hands
went over mouths in shock at the next verse.

 Look here she comes now
 Bow down and stare in wonder
 Oh how we love you
 No flaws when you're pretending
 But I know
 She never was and never will be
 You don't know how you've betrayed me
 And somehow you've got everybody fooled

 Arwen stared in disbelief at Legolas, why was he doing this? She wondered with
tears in her eyes as she ran out of the clearing and directly into Aragorn, who
could also hear the song.

 Without the mask
 Where will you hide
 Can't find yourself
 Lost in your lie
 I know the truth now
 I know who you are
 And I don't love you anymore

 Aragorn looked back at the garden and Legolas singing and put two and two
together. He put Arwen into her friend's arms and walked to the elf as he
finished his song.

 It never was and never will be
 You're not real and you can't save me
 Some how you're-

 The last words of the song were cut off by Aragorn's fist impacting on Legolas'
jaw, breaking it on impact. Legolas howled in pain until the next blow knocked
the wind out of him and he doubled up on his bolder seat. Aragorn beat Legolas
savagely until the elf started to black out.

 "You'll kill him!" One elf woman screamed kneeling besides Legolas. The
only thing that stopped him was Elladan's warning; the last thing he needed was
to be on Elrond's bad side. He lifted Legolas by the hair.

 "You ever sing again and no one will save you," he says, throwing Legolas’ head
back to the ground and stomping off to see where Arwen had gone. Legolas stayed
on the ground, wanting to cry but at the same time thinking he should get used
to his life. He closed his eyes and let the blackness take him.

 Title: Bound (1/?)
 Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net


 Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir,
Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
 Rating: NC-17
 Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf.
 Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They
are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
 *Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they
do is have sex hmmm..
 Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death, incest
 Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' . The prologue takes
place about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the
books.
 Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
 Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic. Be kind or at least constructive.


 "Havo dad, Legolas.” The phrase rang through his head, he didn't even want to
think what would be happening to him soon enough. Legolas sat down, waiting for
Aragorn to enter his chamber. He must be an idiot. His father had told him a
million times to remember his place. But was it his fault he had been his whole
life up to this point without a 'master'. That he couldn't accept the fact that
it was supposed to be like this?

 But his idiocy didn't stop there. No, he had to open his mouth as if he would
have had a real choice on coming on the quest or not. "And you have my bow."
Sure and any other part of me as long as you ask my master's permission. Legolas
rolled his eyes and actually didn't know Aragorn entered until the ranger was
standing before him.

 "Legolas, what am I going to do with you?" Aragorn asked, tossing aside some of
Legolas' blond locks before placing a kiss on his cheek. "Though you did make me
proud, standing there defending me so hotly. And I would have never guessed you
wouldn't want to be separated from me."

 "Stand up." Legolas did so automatically, what would be the point in refusing?
At least Aragorn liked to play 'nice' at least, most of the time. He had heard
enough horror stories and seen enough to know he had it 'good' most days. But at
the same time there were the ones who had it so much better than him.  Turin and
Laieth where only slaves in name and even his father was loved. He, on the other
hand, belonged to a smelly, stupid man. "You've been so good I think you deserve
a gift."	Legolas rolled his eyes as Aragorn knelt down, taking Legolas' leggings
with him.

 "Just like honey," Aragorn whispered as he stroked the elf into hardness. Not a
sound escaped Legolas, not a sigh, moan, whimper, or gasp. It was the last thing
under his control. He stared out into the sky, watching the
sun travel through the skies. What Aragorn was doing was almost an
afterthought as he glided through the sky.

 Aragorn sucked greedily as the elf came, his body jerking forward. Aragorn
stood and walked away from Legolas, leaving him surprised. That was all he
wanted?
Did he actually mean to thank him?


 "Now since you're going on this quest, there are a few things." Aragorn says,
turning to Legolas, who hadn't moved. "First, we'll have to get you some
weapons. Don't get any ideas now. They are for the enemy and enemy alone and
should harm come to me, it is your father who will be the one to pay. And the
hobbits and that blasted wizard wouldn't understand, so from here on out you are
just Legolas. We are just old friends. Nothing else."

 Legolas wanted to ask how they would explain why friends would want to
have sex but thought better of it.  Aragorn did not like to be questioned.

 "Now then, on to more interesting distractions," Aragorn says, shoving Legolas
down onto the bed. He reached down and nibbled on the elf's ear, pulling away
just in time to see the elf's eyes go black. Legolas was his, gifted with the
Mirkwood ears. So tied to their sensuality that they had no control over who or
what they did, the only thing on their mind was pleasure.

 Legolas writhed under him as somewhere inside him, he was aware of
how his body betrayed him. How it responded to a touch he wanted no more than he
wanted to kiss a dwarf. On the outside, it would be hard to believe as Legolas
pulled Aragorn down to him for a kiss.

 Title: Bound (2/?)
 Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net


 Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
 Rating: NC-17
 Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him,
Aragorn gives them permission to play with his elf.
 Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
 *Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they
do is have sex hmmm..
 Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death incest
 Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' . The prologue takes place
about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the books.
 Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
 Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic. Be kind or at least constructive.

 Legolas legs hung down from a high tree as he pondered the fellowship. Boromir
had been watching him almost as much as he watched Frodo and the ring. Were all
men like Aragorn? Then there was the dwarf… eww. Gandalf just kept casting him
strange looks when he thought he didn't notice. The hobbits just seemed in awe
of him.

 "Would the elf grace us lowly mortals with his high company?" Gimli asks and
Legolas notices they had prepared dinner. He ignored Gimli's crack and
gracefully jumped down, highly aware of all eyes being on him. He took his plate
and was about to return to his tree when Aragorn spoke.

 "Why not join us? There is plenty of room, there beside Boromir. Sit." Legolas
sat aware of every shift Boromir made. He ate his meal in silence. Not that it
mattered, the only member of the fellowship that addressed him was Aragorn. Like
Gimli's crack insinuated, he had a feeling they all thought him haughty and
pompous and above them. What a joke. The thought caused a bitter smile on his
lips.

 "Are you alright?" Boromir whispers and Legolas was so startled he didn't
respond. Who would ask a slave such a question was his thought when logic hit
him. They didn't know that, did they? Now it was Aragorn's turn to smirk as he
watched his elf's confused reaction to Boromir's concern. This could be fun,
especially since he knew why Boromir was asking.

 "Legolas, I want to speak to you, alone." Legolas put his plate down and
followed Aragorn deeper into the woods, the last thing he heard of the
fellowship being an innocent question from Pippin.

 "Gandalf…Legolas can speak, correct?"

 "Of course he can, but unlike you, fool of a Took, he saves it for important
matters." Pippin looked struck and he turned to Merry who patted him on the
back.

 "Legolas,  after I was so kind to bring you along and actually treat you like
an equal, you are cold and aloof to the fellowship?" Aragorn shook his
head like he would were he disappointed in a child. "A reminder of your
place perhaps? On your knees and make it good."

 Legolas, as usual, did as he was told. Sinking to his knees in the wooded
forest, he swiftly undid Aragorn's belt buckle and the ties of his trousers and
released his already hardening manhood. He closed his eyes as he took it into
his mouth, fighting not to gag when Aragorn pushed forward. He wasn't allowed to
touch the man's hips to stop his thrusts and he couldn't pull back with
Aragorn's hands tangled in his blond hair. Legolas bobbed up and down, guided by
Aragorn's hands until the man became erratic and came with a grunt. Legolas
swallowed the salty essence and pulled away, standing as the man adjusted his
trousers.

 "I want you to be kind to Boromir," Aragorn says, a little out of breath.
"Answer his questions. Everyone there is above you and it would do you well to
remember that. Even a Steward of Gondor who is nothing more than a warmer of my
throne. You are not a high elf, you were not high born so do not act such."

 "But-"

 "Are you challenging me? Does this little act truly make you forget your
place?" Legolas looked down, he was going mad. He was an elf gone mad. "What?"

 "The rest of the fellowship."

 "You may keep your distance or speak to them as you please, it is Boromir I
want you to befriend." Legolas nodded and made the mistake of looking up and was
sent flying to the floor with a quick backhand. "Never question me." Aragorn
growls, stalking off.

 Legolas silently picked himself up, dusting the dirt off his tunic and dusting
off his knees. He smoothed his hair down and touched his cheek lightly. It
burned, but he knew there would be no mark. He walked back to the group and saw
the hobbits had rolled out their bed rolls and Gimli was getting ready for the
first watch, petting his axe and whispering words to it. No doubt about it,
dwarves were weird.

 Boromir was also rolling out his bedroll and Legolas took his out as well. He
heard
Aragorn cough and looked up, seeing the ranger indicate he should sleep close to
the
steward. He unrolls his bedroll and lays it beside Boromir, ignoring Gandalf's
questioning look.

 "Do you not want to be on this quest?" Boromir asks as he lays down.

 "Why do you ask?" Legolas says, staring at the stars.

 "You refuse to speak to any of us except Aragorn." Legolas sighs, well if he
was going to befriend Boromir…

 "I am not easy with conversation. I mean no offense by it, it is merely my
nature." To shut up and obey, Legolas thinks bitterly.

 "Why were you so shocked by my question?"

 "I saw no reason for you to care. I'm just-" Legolas stopped just in time.
There was a reason he rarely spoke, his mind and mouth ran at two different
speeds.

 "You're just what?"

 "Nothing. Good night, Boromir." Legolas says, not liking this conversation one
bit. He wanted to scream I'm just a slave, leave me alone! Now he understood
Aragorn. A new way to torture him, knowing that whatever friendship forms would
be shattered by the truth. Well, he could do this without throwing his heart
into it. His eyes glazed over as he entered elven sleep.

 Boromir sat up and glanced at Legolas, the open eyed sleep unnerving him a
little. But once he got past it he took in the elf's features. Such delicate
features on such pale creamy skin.

 "Ah, Boromir." He turns sharply, looking at Aragorn.

 "I. He. I was."

 "Boromir, you need not preach to me the beauty of elves. It is just that he can
sense being watched. You may not want to explain such things to him."

 "Oh," Boromir says, laying back down.
"Aragorn, how did you meet Legolas?"

 "He was introduced to me by Lord Elrond." Aragorn says, glad Gandalf
was sleeping. He had a feeling the wizard suspected that Legolas was a Mirkwood
elf. Well, what did he care if the wizard didn't approve? "Prince Legolas of
Mirkwood,"
Aragon says, noting the smile as Boromir was realized Legolas was of a high
birth. Prince of Mirkwood, ha! "Boromir, you must swear not to repeat what I
said, Legolas
would have my head. As the youngest, he has no hopes of ever claming the throne
and prefers to be as normal as possible, ignoring his wealth." Yes, Boromir was
salivating now, rich as well with no true ties to his people so he would easily
go with him to Gondor. He could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.

 " I understand. Do you know…" Boromir blushed, he couldn't ask Aragorn that.

 "What? You can ask me."

 "Its just that… does Legolas… I mean, does he have a lover?"

 "No, no man holds his heart… no elf either."

 "Thank you." Aragorn nods as Boromir goes to sleep and smiles as he follows
suit. Its not long before Gimli wakes him for his watch and he waits until the
dwarf is asleep before kicking Legolas, who wakes with a start but still making
no sound. "Take my watch and your own afterwards." Legolas nods as Aragorn  goes
back to his bedroll.

 "Why not make breakfast as well?" Legolas was no fool. It was not a request. He
is glad when he hears Aragorn's even breathing, indicating the ranger was
asleep. He was aware of his surroundings for miles around, they were safe for
now, he thought as he walked away from the camp to gather fruits and berries for
breakfast.

 By the time the sun rose, his bedroll was covered with fruits and he had even
caught a couple fish in a nearby stream. The hobbits, he had noticed, enjoyed
eating and hoped this would satisfy them. He walked the perimeter of the camp,
gathering wood to cook the fish. The hobbits were the first to wake to the
smell of breakfast.

 Merry and Pippin were in awe of the fruits. "Make sure to leave some for the
others," Legolas said calmly. Boromir awoke to a pleasant scent beside him, like
a myriad of fruits. Elves surprised him at every turn. He turned and was
surprised to find  it really was fruit and little Pippin was crouching near him,
picking fruits of his choice.

 "Look at what Legolas did." He says, smiling at the man.

 "Thank you," Frodo says, picking a single apple and a handful of raspberries as
he waited for the fish to be ready.

 "Where's the meat." Legolas sighed, Gimli was awake.

 "There are fish in the fire, master dwarf," Legolas says icily.

 "Good job, Legolas," Aragorn says as he places his hand sternly on the elf's
shoulder and Legolas stiffens, the small smile from his interaction with the
hobbits gone as he loses what little appetite he had. Friends with Aragorn, ha.
Why not feed him to orcs?

 "Eat well, we will need our strength to cross Caradhras. It is amazing you
were able to gather all this during your brief watch." Gandalf says and Legolas
falls silent, feeling Aragorn's hand squeeze tighter on his shoulder.

 "It was a simple enough task for an elf." Legolas replies, not looking once at
the wizard.


 Title: Bound (3/?)
 Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
 Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
 Rating: NC-17
 Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that
Legolas is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him,
Aragorn gives them permission to play with his elf.
 Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
 *Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they
do is have sex hmmm..
 Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death, incest
 Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' . The prologue takes place
about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the books.
 Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
 Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic.  Be kind or at least
constructive.

 There was about another day’s march before they reached the mountain and
Aragorn seemed intent on making it an hour. Legolas had dropped behind to
aid the hobbits who were behind barely able to keep up. Boromir joined him and
Legolas was about to hold a hobbit under each arm when Boromir spoke up.

 "Aragorn! The hobbits can not keep this pace much longer."

 "Would you rather they die?" Aragorn asks, annoyed.

 "They will be of no use if they are exhausted by mid day," Boromir adds and is
glared at by Aragorn. There was no love lost between the two. Boromir looks
towards Legolas who suddenly had to give his full attention to a spot in the
opposite direction.

 "Yes, Aragorn, we can slow down, no one is asking to stop," Gandalf says
calmly.

 "Fine," Aragorn says, annoyed though he does slow the pace.

 "You could have said something," Boromir says, annoyed. Legolas just looks down
at the ground. Boromir was about to order the elf to look at him when he
realized a prince may not take it so well. He had never needed to actually court
someone.

 What did you say to an elf? Not only an elf but an elf prince? But how
hard could it be if Aragorn could get an elf to want to marry him? And he
had seen them together in Rivendell. To think she would never grow old… Boromir
looked at Legolas, the same was true for him.

 "It's a nice day, is it not?" Boromir tried.

 "A nice day?!" Merry exclaims. "Pip, do you hear him? A nice day?"

 "Ai, I hear him, Merry. But my toes say different. Just
because we hobbits have furry feet…"

 "Maybe it's a little cold," Boromir says. "What do you think, Legolas?"

 "Elves don't feel the cold," Legolas mutters.

 "What?" Boromir says rather loudly.

 "Elves don't feel the cold," Legolas says, his voice raising up to a whisper.

 "What?"

 "He said elves don't feel the cold," Aragorn says, falling back to the rest of
the group, leaving Gimli, Frodo, Sam, and Gandalf in the lead.

 "That must be nice for you, but us hobbits do and its cold," Pippin says.

 "Come on, Legolas, you have no need to be shy, speak up." Legolas nods quickly
and Aragorn gives his shoulder a quick squeeze, then takes up the lead again.

 Boromir looks over at Aragorn and wonders what the man was up to. Was one
elf not enough for him? Boromir wanted Legolas and he would have him.

 "Legolas?" The elf turned to Boromir, who was entranced by those endless blue
orbs. Every time he had eye contact with the elf, he felt like a maid. "Do you
like Aragorn?"

 "We are friends," Legolas says, looking away.

 "How long."

 "Sixty years," Legolas says, feeling it was 600 at the very least. Boromir
nodded.

 "So, that's a long time."

 "Feels like an eternity," Legolas mutters and Boromir catches a tone that
lifted his spirits. He moves closer to the elf and whispers to him.

 "So I would not be the only one not to shed a tear if he fell off the side of
the mountain," Boromir says laughing. Legolas barely cracks a smile and Boromir
thinks he was imagining the dislike. You did not remain friends with someone for
longer than he may live out of dislike. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

 "Why not? I've thought many a time he'd make a lovely quiver." Boromir is
confused for a moment then laughs.

 "A more suitable target, I think."

 "I could hit that stench alone."

 Boromir nods, though a little worried. He didn't think Aragorn smelled that
bad, he didn't think he smelled at all. He now had to be sure to bathe the first
chance he got.

 "Clearly you bathe…you would think being raised by elves Aragorn would."
Boromir smiles, Legolas thought he smelled nice. He was about to speak when a
frown crossed
Legolas' features. He looked out towards the wilderness, sensing something but
even elves could be fooled by the white wizard. He ignored the feeling as it
faded and they continued their march. And he spent more and more time talking to
Boromir.


Title: Bound (4/?)
Author: Blue Gold 
e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth  
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf. 
Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
*Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they do
is have sex hmmm….
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death.
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in ‘Tourniquet’ . The prologue takes place
about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn’s age in the books.
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn’t work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic…be kind or at least constructive.

Caradhras was a disaster. From everyone but Legolas struggling in the snow to
Saruman casting some spell to bring the mountain down on their heads.  They were
now standing at the gates to the mines of Moria as Gandalf tried to remember the
password. 

Legolas sat on a boulder and Boromir sat  near him. “I never did thank you for
breakfast.”

“It was nothing. A welcome distraction.” Boromir smiles at the elf who looks
away and incidentally at Aragorn who looks highly amused.

“None the less, many thanks,” Boromir says placing his hand on Legolas’. He
pulls away and walks over to a tree as Aragorn passes him after warning Pippin
on disturbing the water. “Be nice,” he hisses as he continues surveying the
surroundings. 

Boromir walks over to Legolas.  He pushes the long blond hair from Legolas’ face
trying to catch the elf’s eye. He took the shyness to mean more than it did. 

“Legolas look at me.” Out of habit and little else Legolas did so automatically.
“Now was that so hard?” Legolas shook his head as Boromir placed his hand on
Legolas’ shoulder stepping up closer to Legolas who shrinks back into the tree
trunk.

“Why do you fear me?” Legolas doesn’t answer  as Boromir got even closer to him.
“Legolas.”

“It is not fear…I just don’t understand what it is you want from me.” Boromir
laughed, a deep booming laugh before answering Legolas. 

“Surly you are not so unknowing of the world.” Legolas’ stared blankly at the
man wondering if he wasn’t being nice wrong. What was he exactly supposed to do
besides speak to Boromir? He didn’t have men for friends. And Aragorn was so
different from elves even after being raised by them. Well whatever Boromir did
he supposed he could follow. “Maybe an example?” Boromir leaned forward and
kissed Legolas on the lips. Boromir swirled his tongue around Legolas’ yielding
mouth. “Now do you understand?”

“Yes,” Legolas says reversing their positions and sinking to his knees. With his
elven speed Boromir’s trousers are almost off before he speaks. For a moment
there he had thought Boromir different but all men were the same.

“What are you doing?”

“What you want correct? This is how to be friends?” ‘At least according to you
men’ Legolas says about to resume what he’s doing  as they  hear a rumble to the
side. Legolas stands and walks  over to the open door as Boromir adjusts his
trousers.  He vaguely heard Gimli prattling on about a mine as he saw the
carnage around them.

“This is no mine. It’s a tomb,” Boromir says from beside Legolas and he has to
agree. He walks to a body pulling out an arrow as Gimli cries out his grief. He
instantly recognizes the craftsmanship.

“Goblins!”

“We make for the gap of Rohan. We should have never have come here. Now get out
of here! Get out!” Boromir yells when Frodo is attacked by some sea creature and
they are forced back into the  mine and the doors collapse. They are shrouded in
darkness for a moment and then bathed in the light from Gandalf’s staff. 

They walk on until they reach a place Gandalf has no memory of and are forced to
set up camp as he remembers. Legolas is going through his own dilemma. He feels
like ripping off his skin and clawing through the walls. The only thing keeping
him from breaking down were his years of self restraint. 

But he couldn’t understand what was making him feel this way. He felt as if his
own death was coming for him. Aragorn grabbed his arm and he gasped in surprise.
Aragorn was the one truly surprised at eliciting a sound from the elf. He
sometimes went weeks without hearing his voice outside of his uncontrolled
screams in the throws of passion.

He pushed them into a nearby chamber sure that no one would miss them. He was
rewarded by there being a few stone slabs in the room and he tossed Legolas face
down across the slab pulling down his tunic as he relieved himself of his own
trousers. 

“You are mine to give! You are mine to take! How dare you give yourself to
Boromir!”

He thrust into Legolas in his usual manner and was greeted with a whimper from
the elf. Aragorn smiled as he continued to dish out his punishment feeling that
if he beat the elf the wounds or weakened state may cause questions. He pulled
out of Legolas and thrusted back in savagely and Legolas let out a strangled
cry, that reverberated off the walls.

“Keep silent!” Aragorn hisses watching  Legolas’ hands grope for anything.
Usually the elf held onto him for dear life panting and crying out. But this
time he refused to give the elf even that false pleasure he wanted him to feel
pain and nothing else.

Legolas felt this was the first time he had been attached to his body. This
place, Aragorn, he wanted to die. His detachment this time felt different. The
room in the mine started to spin. He had no idea of when Aragorn pulled out but
he slumped to the floor without the man holding him up. Try as he might he
couldn’t move, even when Aragon sent the sharp blows into his ribs he couldn’t
move.

He heard sounds around him that weren’t Aragorn. He had a feeling that he was
being moved but it was like he had been drugged. Something splashed on his face.
Water he sputtered finally coming to life and seeing Boromir holding a dagger to
Aragorn’s throat. 

“What…” Legolas asked sitting up wincing at the pain in his ribs a couple were
broken.

“We heard your cries and found this…this…this thing! Attacking you. What would
you have us do with him?”

“Legolas,” Aragorn growled. He stood and took slow measured steps towards the
men, the hobbits watched in silent confusion and Gimli just looked at him with
what might be pity but he wasn’t really sure. He took the knife from Boromir and
tossed it aside as Aragorn stood and everyone stared in disbelief as Gandalf
only lowered his head in sadness.

“Legolas why? After what he did you should want to see him dead.” Aragon laughed
long and hard, from deep within his belly a laugh Legolas thought was more
suited to Boromir. Boromir glared at Aragorn and drew his sword. “You may be
willing to let him live but I am not.”

“Stop it,” Legolas whispers.

“Yes there is no reason for us to fight,” Aragon says smiling. “I feel we can
come to an easy agreement.”

“My sword running you through is the only agreement I can see.” Boromir says not
backing down.

“I can give you what you want,” Aragorn raised an eye brow when Boromir
advanced. “Something that would give you much more pleasure than running me
through,” Aragorn decided to stop beating around the bush when he saw his words
had no effect on the Steward. “I can give you Legolas.”

“What right do you have to give him to me?” Boromir growls. “Is not a prince?”
Legolas stared in utter disbelief. 

“A what?!” He gasped.

“Boromir, Boromir I was just jesting. Legolas is mine to do as I please. He is
only here because I allow it.”

“Allow how…”Boromir says and Aragorn is glad he has lowered the sword for the
moment but he is still aware that is unsheathed. 

“Legolas was a gift to me when I came of age. I do with him as I please as Lord
Elrond does with his father, I am his master. Mirkwood elves are for our
amusement whatever that amusement may be. The only reason Legolas is worth
anything on this quest at all is because I had him trained in archery as a
hunting companion in my youth. Before I found more interesting things to do with
him.”

Realization hit Boromir than rage. He lifted the sword and aimed it in Legolas’
chest. “Is this true? Are you nothing more than a plaything?” Legolas said
nothing which was all the truth Boromir needed as he slammed Legolas with the
blunt end of his sword. Legolas tasted his own blood but for the moment was back
to the unfeeling mute.

“You dare! A slave dare treat himself as an equal among us? Even the little
hobbits are your betters.” Boromir raged as Aragon saw his much fabled pride
firsthand. “You lead  me to believe that you were worthy of my attention when it
was you who should have been lucky to walk in my shadow!” Boromir rants some
more as Legolas remains silent knowing if he was anything like Aragorn actually
answering would be much worse. 

He sneaked a glance at the rest of the fellowship and Gimli was looking at him
smugly, the hobbits seemed to all be in different stages of grief for him.
Gandalf stood aside silent refusing to look in the direction of what was
happening not that he had really expected anyone to help him.  He was many
things but a fool was not one. Gandalf drew the hobbits to him as he was taken
back into the other chamber. 

“Noooo!” Frodo’s small voice cried tears in his eyes.

He was pulled up by the hair and he exhaled sharply as the pain from his ribs
was compounded with thousands of hairs ripping from his head. Boromir exchanged
a glance with Aragorn and roughly started to remove his tunic.

“Gimli, you’re welcome to my elf as well,” he called out to the other chamber.

“I’d rather save my strength for the Orcs.”

 Boromir shoves Legolas down on the stairs and releases himself from his own
trousers.  Just looking at Legolas exposed pale body sent spasms of heat to his
groin. He slid his hands across his skin marveling at the silken feel annoyed at
Legolas’ unresponsiveness.

“No response from the pleasure I give you maybe a better one from the pain,”
Boromir growls clamping down on Legolas’ injured ribs and capturing the elf’s
lips in a searing kiss eliciting a whimper from the prone elf. He lifted
Legolas’ legs onto his shoulders and slowly pushed forward. 

Again Legolas lost control moaning and whimpering as the man claimed him. His
vision danced, he saw bright streaks of red, he tried to look to the sky to
detach himself from the scene and  looked at the ceiling and swore it was
falling in on him causing a scream as Boromir came. 

“Stop this horror,” Gandalf says finally coming in. 

“This is none of your concern,” Boromir says as Aragorn is whispering something
to the man that has him raise an eyebrow and come closer to the panting elf. 

“Why not care for the hobbits?” Aragorn says.

“How does this aid the fellowship?”

“It was Legolas’ own choice to come on this quest.”

“And what good will he be dead?” Gandalf demands as Boromir strokes the
unresponsive elf. 

“He may be of no use now his eyes are closed.”  Gandalf rushes over and pushes
the men aside placing the light of his staff directly over Legolas’ face. His
eyes slowly open responding to the magic light but he remains unconscious.
“Come, bring his clothes,” Gandalf says to the hobbits who give the men a wide
berth. 

They help Gandalf dress Legolas and the hobbits carry Legolas as the wizard
leads the way. Not a one of them acknowledge the men or dwarf. They are in a
grand chamber when Boromir breaks the silence with a loud bellow.

“He deserved it! Would you let your servant on an equal level as you?”

“Anyone with a good heart should be treated no different from any other, be they
hobbit, elf, dwarf, or man,” Frodo says glancing at Sam who smiles. 

Gandalf on the other hand checks on the elf who the hobbits have carefully laid
down. His eyes were open and empty but he knew the elf’s spirit was still there,
hiding cowering from the darkness of the mine and the pain in his broken body.
But despite what he said he knew the elf was far from death and would most
likely rouse when he saw the sky again. 

“Legolas, I fear you may be left in this mine if  you do not rouse. Aragorn does
not feel the smallest bit of love for you. And would only count the moments
until he could get another elf. The hobbits can not carry you farther. I will
take the burden upon myself but I am old. Even your slight form will be too much
for me before long. I’ve given you all that I can you must live.”

“We must keep moving,” Aragon says as he’s glared at. Gandalf nods in agreement
and that seems to be the only reason the hobbits follow. Gandalf takes Legolas
in his arms and is surprised to find he’s even lighter than he assumed but not
light enough.

They are soon being chased by orcs and a troll and Gandalf reluctantly places
the elf down as Aragorn and Boromir barricade the door. They are all fighting
for their lives and no one is there to protect Frodo when the troll runs him
through. The screams of horror from Sam finally are enough to draw Legolas out
of his self induced stupor. Feeling as if he’s in a dream he kills the troll.

“Oh no.” The tone of remorse startles Legolas and he turns to Aragorn who turns
over Frodo who coughs. 

“I’m alright.”

“You should be dead.”

“I think there’s more to this hobbit then meets the eye,” Gandalf says.

Legolas’ head spins as Gimli also exclaims his wonder, even with his muddled
senses the danger coming towards them was all too real. 

“To the bridge of Khazad-dum.” The entire fellowship runs but is soon surrounded
by orcs. But just as quickly as they appeared they ran.

“What’s this new devilry?”

“A balrog.” Legolas blinked he had not just heard that.  “A demon of the ancient
world this foe is beyond any of you run!”

Boromir was in the lead followed by Legolas. Legolas watched as he ran towards a
broken part of stairs, somewhere in his mind as he watched Boromir struggle to
keep his balance that no one would blame him but he couldn’t do it anymore then
he could kill Aragorn. He grabbed Boromir and fell backwards keeping them both
from dying. 

The next thing he knew they were all running for the bridge. He had no interest
in what Boromir may have thought as they reached a break in the stairs. Legolas
easily jumped and called to the only person he cared about in this fellowship
besides the hobbits.

“Gandalf.” The wizard jumped into his arms. Followed by Boromir a hobbit under
each arm, Sam being tossed, then that fool dwarf attempting to make the leap
only to be saved by Legolas who pulled him by the beard a little rougher than
needed. They all watched in horror as the stairs collapsed trapping Aragorn and
Frodo on the other side.

Legolas had to admit he was impressed by the fact that Aragorn was able to save
them both but what little respect he had for the man vanished when he caught the
man and he took the life threatening moment to grind into him. 



Title: Bound (5/?)
Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves
to go on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others
discover that Legolas is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from
attacking him, Aragorn gives them permission to play with his elf.
Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They
are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
 *Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they
do is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death.
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' . The prologue takes place
about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the books.
 Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic.be kind or at least constructive.

     They had made it through the mines at a very great price. Gandalf the Grey
had fallen, the balrog claiming him as his own. Legolas is confused and it is
not because of Gandalf's death. That he understood all too well despite his
immortality; Mirkwood elves didn't always last as long as they should, be it
beatings or simply giving up.

 What is confusing him was his new found vigor. Although his ribs still burned,
he felt as if a weight had been lifted off him; as if he had started a new life.
The only thing that made sense to him was that he couldn't take the darkness of
the
mine, but he felt a change in his body he could not place. When Aragorn ordered
for them to keep moving, he knew he was right and followed the order, urging the
hobbits to listen to the man.

 They are making their way to Lorien and he knew it was because Aragorn was
lost on what to do without the wizard. Why Elrond trusted this in Aragorn's
hands he would never know. They practically ran the entire way to the Golden
Wood. Legolas sensed the elves and drew his bow, knowing he would never have the
good fortune to be shot.

 It was then he saw him. The elf smirked at him in a haughty manner. No doubt
about it now, he was back to slave.

 "Legolas, the rumors of the elf granted to Elrond’s foster son pale to the
truth. Aragorn of the Dundain," Haldir says, turning to the man.

 "Haldir o Lorien We come here for help. We need your protection."

 "You bring great evil here, you can not continue." Aragorn leads Haldir to
the side. Legolas stood a few feet away as Aragorn started arguing with the
March Warden in Elvish. Legolas wasn't really listening until he heard his name
hinted at by Haldir. In seconds he is traded for the fellowship's entrance.

 Galadriel received them with some thinly veiled comments towards Boromir
and Sam and he knew the lady could read minds. When she invited them to
rest, who knew what she really said into Frodo's mind that had the hobbit so
startled. Despite his station, they gave Legolas beautiful clothes and he saw
other slaves around him all wearing the same filmy pink material around their
waist over their tunics. It was the haunted look in their eyes that had him know
for sure what they were.

 He heard the lament for Gandalf and grief seemed to seized his heart as he
remembered the wizard and the ways he tried to help him. He didn't have long to
grieve when he was approached by Aragorn.

 "You heard my discussion with Haldir. You will please him and prove your
worth to the fellowship in the only way you really can." With a spank on his
bottom, he is sent off as he felt eyes boring into him. He turns to see Boromir
and Gimli huddled close together, talking and looking in his direction.

 'No doubt planning how next to torment me.' He walks and is pointed to where
Haldir resides. He climbs the ladder slowly, very aware that he hadn't started
healing. He enters the darkened chamber.

 "Haldir?"

 "Beautiful little leaf." Haldir said huskily and despite the darkness, Legolas
could make out the other elf easily. He started unbuttoning his tunic. "Stop."
His hands froze in place. "Quite obedient, aren't you? I want you to sing. I can
still remember the last time Elrond sent you to the Golden Wood. You were a
beautiful child."

 Legolas stared, if there was one thing Aragorn had made clear was that he never
wanted to hear the elf sing again. But at the same time he had been ordered to
make Haldir happy. He tried to start singing one of those happy songs he used to
makeup in the spur of the moment and the first word caught is throat and came
out a gargle.

 "What was that? You better sing or I'll have Aragorn deal with you." Legolas
froze his ribs were already broken how much more could he take? How much more
could he take at all? Haldir was bringing back memories from a past he was
starting to believe belonged to another elf. "You're trying my patience."

 Legolas' mind raced and the words came pouring out along with the raw pain that
bared his very soul.

 "I tried to kill the pain
 But only brought more
 I lay dying
 And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
 I'm dying Praying Bleeding and Screaming
 Am I too lost to be saved
 Am I too lost?

 My God my tourniquet
 Return to me salvation
 My God my tourniquet
 Return to me salvation

 Do you remember me
 Lost for so long
 Will you be on the other side
 Or will you forget me
 I'm dying Praying Bleeding and Screaming
 Am I too lost to be saved
 Am I too lost?

 My God my tourniquet
 Return to me salvation
 My God my tourniquet
 Return to me salvation

 (Legolas broke the song for a moment so lost in himself as he truly screams the
next line)
 I WANT TO DIE!

 My God my tourniquet
 Return to me salvation
 My God my tourniquet
 Return to me salvation

 My wounds cry for the grave
 My soul cries for deliverance
 Will I be denied
 Tourniquet
 My suicide

 Legolas stops he was panting. He was acutely aware of the silence. Where had
those words come from?  Even the lament for Gandalf had stopped. How loud had he
been singing? He turns to Haldir who was shrouded in shadow refusing to look at
Legolas. "Get out," he whispered.

 Legolas climbed down the ladder and his feet had barely touched the floor when
he is grabbed by the hair and slammed into the tree. He would have fought back
but he could smell the stench of Aragorn for miles.

 "Your request can be granted," he growls in Legolas' ear.

 "Aragorn!" The man turned, holding Legolas in front of him like a shield, a
hand clamped on his throat. The elf wheezed; as Boromir approached Aragorn
relaxed, though he didn't allow Legolas to breathe and he was fading fast.

 "Yes, Boromir?"

 "Um, are elves supposed to be blue?" Boromir asks, raising an eyebrow at
Legolas.

 "Oh." Aragorn says, letting go of Legolas. The elf falls to the floor and rolls
over onto his back, gasping for air. "Is there a reason you followed me?"

 "I figured you were coming for him. I couldn't sleep."

 "So...oh, you want him again." Boromir grins.

 "Gimli too, he keeps saying something about his axe."

 "Alright, I think I'll go to sleep. I'll deal with him in the morning."

 Boromir lifts Legolas into his arms, cradling the elf like a baby. Legolas just
stares ahead as Boromir walks to another part of the Golden Wood. He placed
Legolas carefully down and started removing the elf’s tunic. Boromir was silent
yet
careful, nothing like the man he had been in the mine. Legolas could care less
if he wanted to play nice now, it would end the same.

 "Gimli, finally. Do you have it?" Legolas didn't bother to look at the dwarf as
he sat beside the man.

 "Of course. I had to wait for him to fall asleep." Gimli looks over Legolas'
ribs. "It's even worse than I thought."

 Legolas shivered as a cold substance is carefully rubbed on his aching ribs. He
stared at the dwarf and man in shock as they carefully bandaged his injuries.
Boromir didn't say a word and Gimli just grunted now and then as they finished
their work. 


 Title: Bound (6/?)
 Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
 Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
 Rating: NC-17
 Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves
to go on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that
Legolas is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him,
Aragorn gives them permission to play with his elf.
 Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
 *Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they
do is have sex hmmm..
 Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death.
 Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet'. The prologue takes
place about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the books. 
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
 Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic. be kind or at least
constructive.


 Legolas blinks; had he fallen asleep? The warmth of the sun had woke him as it
rose over the Golden Wood. He looked around him, Gimli is snoring loudly and
Boromir is nowhere to be seen. He lifts his tunic and looks at the bandages he
is wearing. He hadn't said a word, allowing Gimli and Boromir to do what they
wanted to him. He vaguely wonders where they got the healing salve when a roar
interrupts his thoughts.

 "Legolas!" Aragorn exclaims as Gimli jumps to attention, clutching his ax.
Legolas followed the bellow, wondering what the man wanted before he remembered.
He just had to sing that stupid song for Haldir loud enough for Aragorn to hear.

 He walked over to the man and stood staring at the floor. Aragorn pulled his
head up and pushed back his hair. 'What now?' He calmly unbuttons Legolas' tunic
and touches the bandages.

 "What did you do? Wait until Boromir and I were asleep to steal from me?"
Legolas looked at him, confused, and was taken by surprise by the blow between
his legs. Legolas howls as the sleepy dwarf finally reaches the area where
Aragorn and the hobbits spent the night.

 "Aragorn?" Gimli says looking at Legolas, who is clutching his injured elfhood,
tears in his eyes. 

 "My salve is for the injured, it is not to be wasted on the likes of you,"
Aragorn yells, kicking Legolas savagely as he curls into a fetal position.

 "Aragorn."

 "Not now, Gimli," Aragorn says, kicking Legolas again as the elf whimpers in
pain.

 "What are you doing?" Boromir exclaims, his wet hair slapping him in the face.

 "He stole from me! He had the nerve to take my healing salve."

 "I took it!" Boromir yells.

 "What? Why?" Aragorn asks.

 "Do you know how annoying it is to try to enjoy yourself with him crying
and moaning about his ribs?" Boromir says, thinking it sounds completely dumb
but Aragorn seems to buy it. 

 "Oh! Boromir you know, I forgot to show you his best part." Aragorn says like a
child with a toy. "Oh get up you big baby."

 Legolas stands slowly, feeling each and every one of his new bruises and his
old ones all over again. Aragorn stepped forward and placed a hand on each of
Legolas' shoulders, then nibbled a pointed ear. Legolas moaned as his eyes
rolled into the back of his head and he went weak in the knees.

 Aragorn sank down with Legolas while Boromir and Gimli watched in disbelief as
Legolas quickly discarded Aragorn of his shirt. He wriggled out of his leggings
and pulled at the bindings to Aragorn's.

 "I don't-" Boromir starts

 "Understand? Legolas likes to act like he doesn't want it." Aragorn is cut off
by a fervent kiss from the highly aroused elf. "But as you can see mmm," Aragorn
says as Legolas kisses his neck, "he wants this more than ah!" Aragorn exclaims
as Legolas frees his straining manhood and starts to stroke it with his long
slender fingers. Boromir storms off in disgust.

 Legolas, the elf that would no more kiss Aragorn then move into Moria, felt
odd. Instead of the usual fog he felt that had one drive and one drive only, his
release, he felt like an observer. As if he was in two places. His second form,
if he could call it that, was standing and watching through his eyes when he
heard a voice.

 "Is this what you want?"

 "Gandalf?!" Legolas exclaims, shocked. Not only is the wizard supposed to be
dead, he knew he was in his own mind

 "Legolas, you know Mirkwood elves were once free."

 "I've heard stories."

 "So you know it was at the end of the second age after Oropher foolishly dashed
into battle during the Last Alliance." Legolas shakes his head, he had never
heard such.

 "He was killed, leaving  his son, Thranduil as king of all Mirkwood."

 "Ada king?!" Legolas exclaims and Gandalf continues.

 "But the elves of Rivendell and Lorien did not take it well. Oropher's rush
cost all sides dearly. None more than Mirkwood itself but it was decided that
your people would be in servitude to the other elven realms as a form of
reparation. Sometime in this they found your unique talents and the nature of
your service changed drastically and became permanent."

 Legolas blinks, his ada was a King? It couldn't be true. Legolas' mind started
to swirl as he started to be pulled back to his body. He opened his eyes as
Aragorn pulled out of him and he stood, knowing there was water nearby. He
didn't bother putting his clothes back on as carried them to the water.

 Aragorn watched the elf go in disbelief. Usually he was too exhausted to even
move; now he was acting as if nothing had just happened, not even that strange
withdrawal he went through for a few moments. Legolas dropped his clothes on the
grassy ground and stepped into the cool water.

 He closes his eyes for a moment standing in the water up to his waist to keep
his bandages dry as he tried to understand what his vision of Gandalf meant. It
was clear the wizard hadn't finished what he had to say but what was his point?
The past was the past, they were trapped now. But more importantly, how had the
wizard contacted him at all? How had he entered his mind?

 Legolas started to peel off his bandages, having a need to dive into the water
and just swim. He places the bandages on top of his clothes. His ribs were still
injured but not as severely as they had been. Where they had been broken they
were now bruised and where they had been bruised they were healed.

 He lowers his head, dousing his hair as it clung to him. He stood swiftly,
bending over wasn't the smartest thought he had had today, as he clutched his
ribs, greeted by throbbing pain. He leans back and floats in the water, drifting
closer to shore. He closes his eyes, his arms dangling, waiting for the pain to
subside.

 He's taken completely off guard when a pair of strong arms pull him the short
distance to shore and tosses him to the grass. What on earth did Aragorn want
now? He turned to the man and blinks in surprise.



Title: Bound (7/?)
Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn
leaves to go on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover
that Legolas is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him,
Aragorn gives them permission to play with his elf.
Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
*Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they do
is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death.
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Chesysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet'. The prologue takes place
about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the books.
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic.be kind or at least constructive.

Elrond watched as Thranduil paced. He had been pacing for days now and
Elrond wasn't really surprised; he didn't understand anymore than Thranduil why
Legolas had volunteered to go on the quest.  But he had seen Legolas with a bow
and had been informed by his sons that Legolas' archery was astounding and that
he was most likely the reason Aragon was still alive.

Elrond had the suspicion that the twins no longer liked Aragorn and he had seen
them nearly spit in disgust as they watched Arwen and Aragorn together.
Elrond had even told them to not bother anymore but instead they seemed to
have doubled their efforts to tear the two apart; he wondered why. Turning his
attention back to Thranduil, who is wearing a hole in the floor at the rate he
was going, he spoke.

"Relax. He will be fine, he can take
care of himself against orcs." 

"It’s not the orcs that worry me."

"What is this dislike you all have of Aragorn? He has never harmed Legolas."

Thranduil sighed. Elrond was by no means a fool but when you added the duties of
being lord or Rivendell, his belief that his children could do no wrong, and the
fact that Aragorn played the innocent the few times he is in his foster father's
presence; Elrond had no idea how cruel he was to Legolas and Thranduil saw no
way to inform him as Aragorn had threatened Legolas' life if the truth should
come out.

The truly sad thing was that all the time he spent tending to Legolas; Elrond
thought they were just bonding. Maybe the lord felt that everyone loved their
"master" in the way he did.

"Thranduil, please- why won't you tell me what it is?"

"He…no he's your son."

"Ada?" The twins ask, entering the chamber and bowing in Thranduil's direction
though there was the ever present gleam of lust in their eyes. 

"Would you two stop looking at Thranduil like that? It's not proper! We are
alone, do not play these games."

"Sorry, ada," they whisper sheepishly and in unison.

"What is it?" Elrond asks, indicating the twins should sit.

"We were wondering if you wouldn't mind… well we want to catch baby brother. You
know give him a little help-"

"Is there another reason?" Elrond asks, noticing the twins equally nervous
movements.

"It's Arwen!" Elrohir says.

"She wants us to help plan her wedding!" Elladan adds.

"Do you like these flowers?"

Do you think this is a better fabric?"

"What color robes will you be wearing?"

"What color should-"

"Enough," Elrond says, raising his hand and hiding his smile as Thranduil
snickers. "She can't be that bad."

"Ada, she's been planning her wedding for years! Even before she met Aragorn."
Elrohir says.  The twins look at their father pleadingly with puppy dog eyes and
he sighs, nodding slightly and the twins cheer.

"Thank you, ada!" They say, squeezing him between them.

"Yes and while you are at it, check on Legolas. Thranduil is worried. I will
send a messenger with you, he will return once you have found them."

"We'll make sure he's fine," Elladan says, kissing Thranduil on the lips much to
Elrond's dismay. Elrohir pulls his brother out of the room before more damage
can be done.

"Your sons are-"

"A horror I know, but they are good and brave elves. A welcome addition to the
fellowship," Elrond says. "Does that lighten the weight in your heart?"

"Aye, but I still fear for him. He goes against Sauron, an evil that claimed my
father. I do not want it to claim my son as well."

"You must turn your mind from such dark thoughts," Elrond says, walking over to
where Thranduil sits and kneeling so they are at eye level.

"And you have a notion on how I should do such a thing?" Thranduil asks with a
raised eyebrow at the close proximity of the lord.

"Aye," Elrond replies. "A truly ancient remedy," he whispers, lightly kissing
Thranduil on the lips.

"As old as Arda itself," Thranduil says, standing and extending a hand to Elrond
who takes it as he's lead into his more private chambers.

Thranduil indicates for Elrond to sit down but the half-elf refuses." This is
for your comfort, relax and enjoy it." Thranduil smiles at Elrond and sits, legs
crossed, and Elrond smirks.

He sits beside the golden haired elf and calmly pushes some hair away from his
neck and leans into kiss his lover gently. Thranduil sighs as Elrond moves up
along his jaw and just avoids his ears before finally claiming his lips in a
passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. Elrond pulls away, spreading
Thranduil's legs and settling himself in the space in between. He slowly starts
unbuttoning Thranduil's tunic, kissing each part of skin he reveals.

"Must you torment me?" Thranduil whispers.

"I am doing no such thing," Elrond says innocently.

"Are you all such horrors…oh!" Thranduil exclaims as Elrond takes a nipple into
his mouth while sliding Thranduil's tunic off his shoulders.

"What was that?" Elrond asks, grinning and slowly kissing his way back to
Thranduil's lips as the elf tries his best to glare while being so wrapped up in
the pleasure he's receiving. "So beautiful," Elrond whispers lightly, pushing
Thranduil down onto the bed. He kisses his way down Thranduil's chest.

He dips his tongue into Thranduil's belly button and the elf arches his back
waiting for the next kiss. Elrond completely ignores the bulge in the elf's
leggings and starts kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs.
"El…" Thranduil is again silenced as a mouth claps down on his elfhood through
his leggings. He arches into the torture and feels Elrond release him though he
hasn't moved.

"We must do something about these leggings," Elrond whispers and starts
attacking the ties with his teeth.

"Wouldn't your hands…be faster?"

"Now, Thranduil, my patience is known throughout Middle Earth, but the longer I
speak the longer this will take," Elrond whispers, running his fingers along the
muscles that define Thranduil's stomach as he pulls apart the bindings
agonizingly slow, batting away the blond elf's hands as he tries to speed up the
process.

Elrond pulls the leggings off just as slowly and then stands, folding them.
Thranduil refuses another moment of this and grabs the lord of Rivendell and
tosses him on the bed straddling his waist.

"My turn," Thranduil says, not having half the patience of Elrond as he rubs
against his still fully clad lover. He tears open the tunic and Elrond stares
aghast.

"I liked that tunic!"

"It can be mended," Thranduil mutters, pulling Elrond's leggings off.

He reaches for a small vial and coats his fingers. Elrond watches, mesmerized as
Thranduil prepares himself. Slowly adding another finger and Elrond can tell
he's found his spot when a breathy moan escapes Thranduil's lips and he  adds a
third finger.  Elrond smiles as Thranduil removes his fingers. He positions
himself over Elrond sliding his oily fingers around the Elf lord’s shaft before
taking him completely.

Elrond grunts at the tight feeling surrounding him and waits to see if
Thranduil has adjusted and is nodded at as they both start moving in unison,
despite all their teasing before, knowing exactly what the other needs,
climaxing at the same time. Thranduil lifts himself off his lover and kisses him
gently as he lies down besides him. Elrond turns to the side and wraps his arms
around his love as they settle into a sated sleep.

**********

"Boromir?!" Legolas exclaims standing. Boromir shoves the elf to the floor and
pins his arms above him and Legolas' surprise turns to understanding and defeat.
He looks at Boromir waiting for him to continue, not even pretending to resist.

"Why not fight me elf? Is it because you want this? Were those cries of pleasure
in the mine when I thought them to be of pain? What kind of sick group are you
Mirkwood elves to enjoy such? You are a weak and disgusting. What foul loins did
you spring from?"

Legolas' docility turned to rage and he easily tossed the man off him. "Hold
your tongue, Boromir!"

"Did your mother even know who fathered you?" Legolas tackled Boromir then and
may have killed the man if not for intervention of Aragorn who dragged the elf
away and bound him to a tree with his belt.

"What in all of Middle Earth has gotten into you? I should let Boromir run you
through!"

Legolas deflated as he hung from the tree. What had gotten into him, indeed? He
had thought himself an elf gone mad before, but now he was an elf who seemed to
be trying everything in his power to secure death before the fellowship was at
an end. He watches as Aragorn instructs Boromir to remove his belt.

The both of them? He could barely handle Aragorn on most days. And then there
was the dwarf… he had an unsettling feeling about what he would do with that ax
if Aragorn ever gave him a chance and why wouldn't he?

"Turn around." Legolas does and hears the belt coming down right before it hits
him and he swallows his cries of pain. He closes his eyes as he
hears the hobbits a way away laughing. He starts focusing on their conversation
so he wouldn't cry.

"Hey Frodo, don't you like this elf bread? Lembas?"

"Its nice," Frodo replies passively.

"Wonder why they looked at us so funny when we had our fifth helpings," Merry
says.
 
"I know, Pip. You think they had never seen healthy appetites."

"They are elves, rather thin like Legolas," Sam says.

"I am worried for him," Merry says.

"Well we have a nice big breakfast for him."

"Maybe we can get him to start eating like a hobbit," Pippin says.

"Turn around," Gimli growls.

"What?"

"Go back to the dining hall," Gimli says, standing his ground.

"But we-" Merry starts when Frodo looks past them and can just make out Aragorn
and Boromir with a belt.

"Let's go," Frodo says, turning sadly. "We have something we really need to talk
about."

"What?"

"How do finish this quest without Aragorn and Boromir," Frodo says.

"Aye, Mister Frodo, you don't trust them either?" Sam asks.

"Sam, I see the way Boromir looks at the ring and how he tries to help Aragorn
No, I don't trust them."

Legolas nods as the hobbits drift out of his hearing. Aragorn's hand starts to
tire as the lashes lessen in their severity. Legolas almost sighs in relief,
knowing it would be over soon.

"My hand tires of this," Aragorn says to Boromir who happily takes the belt and
whips Legolas even more harshly then Aragorn and the elf faints. "Weakling,"
Aragorn mutters as Boromir whips him a few more times.

Boromir places his belt back on as Aragorn looks at his. He frees the elf, not
caring as he crumples to the floor and puts his belt back on.
"It's about time we had breakfast, no?" 

"Yes, before the hobbits devour everything," Boromir adds.

They leave Legolas lying bloody and beaten as the elf once again travels to the
depths of his mind, not surprised to find Gandalf there.

"You said ada was a king."

"Is a king. Mirkwood stands still, its stone halls empty. Even the orcs fear to
reside there, remembering the fiercest elves to walk Arda."

"We are not fierce. Why do you tell me things that do not matter?"

"They do! Do you not understand what this makes you? Prince Legolas son of
Thranduil son of Oropher king of all Mirkwood!" Gandalf said the statement in a
way that makes Legolas' heart swell. He shakes his head, refusing to give in to
the feeling.

"It matters not! Nothing will come of this knowledge. We are forever in the
service of Imladris and Lothlorien."

"Times are changing, the hope is false. The time of elves does not end for the
time of men. You are their last hope Legolas!" 

"And what would you have me do?"

"Lead your people back to Mirkwood."

"I have never thought you to be a fool, Mithrandir," Legolas says, sighing. "I
have no people even if you speak the truth, they no more know me as a leader
then I know the sight of Mirkwood."

"That is where you are mistaken, young prince. It was your ada's last
declaration that you never know your bloodline."

"Why not tell me these things when you still lived? When you stared at me as we
traveled."

"I had my reasons."

"There is no reason to give me this knowledge. I belong to Aragorn, the only one
who will ever become king of anything. I am a nothing, no more fit for ruling
than he is."

Gandalf sighs. "You believe you are weak so you are weak, you believe you have
no worth so you have none. You believe you can not fight so you do not.
Do not wait until it is too late to learn you can fight, that you can break
through." 

"Break through? Break through what?" Legolas did not receive an answer as he was
pulled out of unconsciousness by burning. He screams as a hand clamps down on
his mouth, smothering him in an effort to silence him. The hand is too efficient
as he sinks back into blackness; though this time he is not visited by the
wizard.



Title: Bound (8/?)
Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned
by Tolkien/Jackson.
*Turin & Laieth are the only characters out of my own head and look all they do
is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death.
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. Tracks by Evanescence used without
permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' . The prologue takes place
about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the books.
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic.be kind or at least constructive.



Legolas is suddenly aware of a cool cloth on his head. He is being tended to?
There was only one person who would care and the flash of blond hair confirms
his suspicions.

"Ada-"

"No, Legolas, it is Haldir. Your dwarf friend found you and brought you to me."

"Gimli?"

"Yes, I have some skills with healing. Does Aragorn beat you often?"

"Only when I do something to displease him, so about every other day."

Haldir is shocked at how calm Legolas is about this. He had heard Aragorn's
attack but had been too distraught to do anything. Legolas' song had affected
him to his core. He looks at him and tries to find the elf that had sat in
Galadriel's lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world during a song.
He could still remember the song praise in the name of the lady of the wood.

She who has seen the light of the two trees
She who crossed the seas unafraid
She who brought elf-kind this way
She who stayed
And brought light to the golden glade
She who had her heart stolen away
Lord at her side to this day
She will never fade
As radiant as the sun
Her power protects everyone

It had been a child's rhyme, really. Legolas was as entranced by the lady as
everyone was with him. The one who had cried when the lady smiled at him and
stroked his hair, allowing him to remain in her lap. Now the same eyes were
vacant, weary of the world. Whose songs now only radiated the pain of his broken
soul. The words of his song coming to him again. The words that made him fear
how long he would last.

Will I be denied... my suicide.

Such a thought in one so young. Haldir sighs as he tends to the lashes. He is
been one of an increasing minority that refused a Mirkwood elf of his own. He
had been so cold to Legolas and the truth was he wants him freely as an equal,
not some sick love slave.

He sighs as Legolas falls asleep again as he continues to bandage the wounds. He
leaves Legolas in his bed and goes about his business in Lorien. Haldir isn't
there when Legolas is joined by two more elves.

"See, brother, I told you it was him."

"I see. I had thought that lament to be a mood killer, then he started singing.
Did you know my elf actually came out of it? He started trying to push me away
and everything." 

"From the song?!"

"I know, very upsetting."

"Yes, my pet, there seem to be two elves ready for the chopping," Gimli says
stroking his axe, already standing behind the elves. They look at the dwarf and
their own lack of weapons, and almost trip on themselves trying to leave. 

"Rumil! Watch it!"

Gimli walks over to where Legolas is lying. The elf's eyes are wide open but
quite vacant. He's staring into them when something flickers and the elf sits
up.

"Gimli?"

"Yes, master elf."

"Why are you-"

"You seem to need protecting; I found two elves in here and they didn't seem to
have the best intentions."

"Thank you," Legolas whispers as Gimli studies him. "What is it?"

"What we saw... Boromir and I... do you... Aragorn-"

"It's outside my control," Legolas says, sighing and looking off to the side.
"We Mirkwood elves have a lovely little gift. If you Gimli were to come here and
touch my ear, Lorien would most likely witness the first union between an elf
and a dwarf."

"You have no control over it?" Legolas shakes his head. "How do you return to
yourself then?"

"Release or extreme pain will break through it."

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing that I have learned of in the last 60 years."

"Can you fight it?"

"I have no will, the thought to fight would not come in that state," Legolas
says, his voice getting lower and lower. "I should have never come on this
quest."

"Nay, Legolas, you are a valiant warrior."

"I am worthless, what would happen if we had a surprise orc attack while those
men were having their fun? Would I seduce the orcs to death?"

"You can not think like that," Gimli says as Legolas tries to stand and hisses
in agony. His back burns his ribs still hurt and he is light headed. "Lie down!"
The dwarf says, shoving Legolas back down as he moans in pain. "Sorry, but you
need to rest and..." Gimli stops when a grumbling is heard from Legolas'
stomach. "When did you last eat?"

"The day before last."

"But we've had meals since then." Legolas sighs, to him there is no point to
this conversation, he wasn't valiant and he wasn’t a warrior. He freezes when he
hears silent feet climbing the ladder. They are not perfectly steady and they
make him think that it's Aragorn until he sees the top of a blond head. Haldir
enters his talan carrying a basket of fruits, breads, wine, and cheese. Legolas
calms as Haldir sits besides him. He also places Legolas' original green
leggings and tunic on the bed.

"I brought you something to eat, I also brought some for our dwarf friend here,"
Haldir says spreading out the food as Legolas stands, not particularly shy about
his nakedness and wavers on his feet as he attempts to put on his leggings.
Gimli, on the other hand, turns away.

"I think you are offending our dwarf friend," Haldir says, aiding Legolas into
his leggings then helping him back onto the bed in a sitting position. "Do you
have no objections to being naked in front of others?" Haldir asks, knowing it
varied with elves.

"It matters not; I have no control over who uses my body, why should it matter
who sees it?" Haldir nods in understanding, pouring Legolas and Gimli glasses of
wine.

"But surly there was a time when your body was given freely to one alone. I
recall you were unclaimed but a few centuries ago."

"I have never had such an experience and do not wish for such pain now," Legolas
says, taking a bite into an apple.

"Pain? You can not believe that is all love is."

"I have seen love. I will never have such, that is our lot in life. I merely
postponed it longer than most."

"Aragorn was your first?"

"Yes," Legolas says, wondering why the elf cared. He had never met so many
conflicting people before. Boromir who was kind, then cruel, then kind again,
and finally unspeakably cruel; Gimli, who he would have sworn despised the very
air he breathed, apparently had tended to him, and now Haldir wanted him to have
love? What was this madness? First he's a prince, now love...why not make him
related to the Lord Celeborn while they were at it?

"You have had no other?"

"Boromir, some Dúnedain, a human maiden for Aragorn's amusement..." Haldir
raises his arm to stop Legolas' list. He had never felt so horrible for another
creature, and yes he had pitied the Mirkwood elves in Lorien, but Legolas
stirred something deeper in him. Maybe it was the atrocity of him been given to
such a foolish man.

Haldir watches, surprised, as Legolas jumps up and tosses on his tunic before
Haldir so much as hears Aragorn climbing the talan. When
Legolas sits down again he's fully armed and panting a little as Aragorn's head
pops up over the top of the talan.

"I thought I might find you here,” he says looking at Legolas. “Haldir," he
says, smiling towards the other elf. 

"I don't recall extending an invitation to you," Haldir says icily.

"Where my elf, goes I go," Aragorn says, walking over to where Legolas is
sitting and finally notices Gimli. "Gimli! So this is where you have been all
day, enjoying yourself with two lovely elves. I envy you."

Gimli grunts and then picks up another piece of bread as he ignores the wish to
go for his axe. "So did you have a good day?" Aragorn asks, patting Legolas on
the back rather roughly. When the elf doesn't wince he looks perplexed. "Let's
go. I don't remember telling you you
were free to run wild in the Golden Wood."

Legolas stands and, without so much as a glance in Haldir's direction, climbs
down the rope ladder. Aragorn leads him and Gimli back to the clearing where he
had been whipped.

"Take off your tunic and turn around," Aragorn says, pointing to the same tree
that he had been tied to before.


Title: Bound (9/?)
Author: Blue Gold e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Website: http://goldshowers.bravepages.com/index.html 
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf.
Disclaimer:  I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
*Turin & Laieth  are the only characters out of my own head and look all they do
is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death.
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well and to Sera my other beta. Tracks by
Evanescence used without permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' .
The prologue takes place about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's
age in the books.
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic. Be kind or at least constructive.

Legolas drapes his tunic over a branch and waits. Aragorn approaches him and is
so close to Legolas he's breathing down his neck. Aragorn runs his fingers along
the bandages and smiles. Haldir had used a special sap to attach the bandages
instead of mummifying Legolas.

There was a way to remove them without pain; just a little water and they would
just slide off. 'But that wouldn't be any fun.' Aragorn turns at a sound and
watches Gimli leave. He turns back to Legolas and rips the bandages off. Legolas
screams and grabs hold to the tree as Aragorn continues ripping and Legolas
swallows his pain and endures the rest in silence.

"Aw, come on. You know how much I love to hear you scream," Aragorn says,
smiling. He runs his hand along the mostly smooth back. There were red marks
where he had removed the bandages and a few lash marks that remained flawing the
otherwise perfect back.

"So, first Boromir and now Haldir? Isn't my bed enough to satisfy you? I guess I
need to give you more of me. Turn around."

Legolas turns as Aragorn lifts a few strips of his bandages off the Forest
floor. "Raise your arms over your head." Legolas does so and his arms are tied
so that any slight movement of his arms is painful as they are stretched on
either side of him slightly higher then his head forming a 'Y'.

He pulls Legolas leggings down and takes a moment to savor the sight Legolas
made. His hair was still unbraided from his bath so many hours ago and was in
wild disarray. He strokes the hair that felt like spun silk and pulled Legolas
into a deep kiss.

"But you know you must be punished, in the only way you seem to understand."

'Another beating.' He was surprised he had healed from the last one, but here is
another. Legolas tries to turn but the pain in his arms stops him.

"No, no, I'll return for you in a hour or so," Aragorn says as Legolas watches
perplexed as he reaches down to kiss him. 'Hanging from a tree wasn't that
horrid' is Legolas' last coherent thought as Aragorn nibbles on his ear. He
arches into Aragorn trying to get some contact as Aragorn pulls away more. "An
hour."

The elf moans, not really understanding the words in this state but he
understands the loss of the touch he so desperately needs. So much so that hips
thrust into empty air searching in vain for some contact. Aragorn watches for a
few minutes but quickly leaves when his leggings start to constrict and he
starts to lose his resolve to make the elf suffer in this new torment. Just
looking at the way Legolas is making himself sweaty was getting him harder.

He would go find Boromir and talk about the stupid history of Gondor; that would
dull his craving. And if not he could take the elf when the hour was up. Yes,
that was what he would do.

Inwardly Legolas is confused, he is with Gandalf again but this time the wizard
refuses to stop screaming. What was wrong with the Istar? Wasn’t it enough that
he had given Legolas a physical form inside his own mind and his eyes were like
a window to reality? That while he knew he was strapped to a tree his arms bound
over his head here he had full use of all his limbs? But did the wizard want to
finally explain this? No all he wanted to do was scream, like some mad man.

Legolas sank to his knees as the sound seems to echo around him. It was just one
word over and over again.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Legolas moans, wanting to be anywhere but in his mind. He
starts moving to where he recently could watch what is happening to him. He is
surprised to not see Aragorn and to see his body thrusting into air. His hands
still on his ears, his physical body senses something and turns.

"Not them... it can't be them... shut up you blasted wizard!" Legolas roars and
his actual body whispers wizard.

"... borders secure. But that is not what I wanted to discuss," Haldir says,
looking at Celeborn so he doesn't understand why his lords eyes suddenly widen
in shock. He turns and gasps.

He can't help but gape at Legolas naked and bound to the tree. He Rushes over
and shakes Legolas a little. The elf whimpers as he tries to rub into Haldir.
Legolas watches his body react to Haldir's concern in despair. He just felt more
anger at Gandalf for causing him to see what his traitorous body was doing from
the outside. And the wizard still refused to shut up.

"Fight what damn you!" Legolas yells again and again the last word of his phrase
is said by the body he could not seem to control. 'Maybe he could... but would
that even work? If that blasted Istar would silence himself maybe he could think
straight.’

"Legolas listen to me-"

"Haldir don't waste your breath; there are only two things he will understand in
this condition. Pleasure and pain."

"I won't take him like that," Haldir says quickly and slaps Legolas.

"No, Haldir. The pain I speak of is more severe. A better term for it would be
agony."

"We can't hurt him like that," Haldir says, fear in his eyes. "Aragorn beats him
enough."

"My granddaughter," Celeborn mutters, shaking his head. "No, there is a simple
enough way."

"He can pleasure himself," Haldir says, proud of his brilliance as he draws his
elven dagger to free Legolas.

"Wait. Legolas craves contact; he will get nothing from trying to pleasure
himself in this state. This was once something shared only by the closest of
lovers. But you can..."

"I-"

"Won't take him, I understand that. I'm not asking you to. Stand behind him and
stroke him. Make sure you press into him. Accept his reactions."

"Do I-"

"Who would Legolas be more mortified at finding granting him release? A friend
or the lord of the golden wood?"

Legolas sighs as Haldir reluctantly stands behind him. Haldir clearly didn't
want anything to do with him. He hadn't realized he disgusted the March Warden
so much.

"I'm sorry," Legolas whispers.

"Can he speak?" Haldir whispers.

"If he does it will be along the lines of ‘harder’, ‘faster’, ‘yes’, ‘more’, and
so forth," Celeborn says in a somewhat tired tone.

Haldir starts carefully stroking the elf, trying to ignore the way Legolas was
grinding into him and moaning in his pleasure. He turns his head as Legolas
tries to kiss him.

"Accept him, it will be faster," Celeborn says. Haldir looks up, he had almost
forgotten his lord was there. Legolas tries again and they lock lips and Haldir
is reluctant to open his mouth but finally succumbs to the elf as their tongues
fight a duel for domination. Legolas moans again as Haldir wins the battle and
he is hurtling closer and closer to his release.

Legolas feels his detachment slipping as he comes closer to his climax. He cries
out in Haldir's mouth as his seed coats the March Wardens hand. Legolas slumps
for a moment as Celeborn finally steps forward to cut Legolas' bindings.  The
elf's arms fall lifelessly to his side as he sinks more into Haldir.

"Sit. He will need a moment." Celeborn instructs and with a sweep of his robe
joins the elves on the forest floor. A few moments later, Legolas groans,
holding his head and then dropping his arms as more pain surges through his
body. It takes a few more seconds to orient him as he recalled what had just
happened.

He moves away from Haldir quickly, looking around for his tunic and leggings.
His leggings were in a pile on the floor and his tunic was exactly were he left
it. He dresses quickly and is pulling on his soft boots when Celeborn speaks.

"Legolas?" He looks over at Celeborn who cocks his head towards Haldir.

"I'm sorry, I won't bother you again." Legolas quickly walks away, leaving both
Haldir and Celeborn slightly stunned. Legolas walks unknowing of his destination
and nearly trips over Aragorn and Boromir. Aragorn is stunned to see the elf but
quickly recovers.

"Did I tell you you could leave? How did you even... who was it?"

"I don't know-" Legolas says, right before he's backhanded by Aragorn. The ring
on his hand cuts the elf's cheek.

"Liar! Who was it?!"

"They were gone when I-" Legolas doesn't get to finish as Aragorn slaps him
again and he falls into Boromir's lap. The man laughs and shoves him off.

"I've have a much more important appetite to satisfy. I'll try to save you
dinner," Boromir says before walking off.

"I can't leave you alone for a minute. Rutting on a tree with a random elf. You
were all too happy to bend over for them. Weren't you?" Legolas doesn't look up
from his position on the floor. Aragorn would blame him for anything.

"Come here," Aragorn growls and Legolas stands and walks over.

***************************


"Do you want to go after him?"

"Why?" Haldir asks.

"After what you told me-"

"What good does it do me?" Haldir jumps as they hear a heart-wrenching scream.
"What was that?" Celeborn stands, believing he has a good idea.

********************

Legolas is clawing at the earth, his body burning where Aragorn had entered him
without preparation. The man stops for a moment realizing that Legolas was much
too tight for someone who had just been taken.

"So they didn't have you? You took someone?!" Aragorn says with mirth in his
voice. "Now there is a sight I would have liked to see. Don't cry," he whispers
to Legolas, almost sounding tender. "You know you can enjoy it."

Legolas refuses to believe such a thing. There was no way anyone could enjoy
such a thing with a clear head. All he felt was pain. Aragorn, he already knew,
derived pleasure from pain but this could not be enjoyed by those with a heart.
Aragorn expended himself quickly and pulls out of the elf, noticing blood.

"You're bleeding; you may want to take care of that before coming back to
civilized company."

Legolas tries to stand and doubles over in agony. He starts to crawl to a tree
and collapses against it as he pulls his leggings back up. Celeborn and Haldir
arrive in the clearing and see Legolas leaning his head against a tree and
besides a slight trickle of blood on his cheek, he looks uninjured.

"Legolas?" He looks up at the two elves. "Did you scream?"

"It was nothing," Legolas says, wishing he could melt into the tree. As if he
hadn't debased himself in front of these two enough. "I would like to be alone."

"Legolas, let me look at your cheek and bandage it for you," Haldir says.

"I will be fine, I have disturbed you enough."

"Legolas, come here," Celeborn says in a tone that doesn't leave much room for
discussion. Legolas stands slowly and the pain he felt sitting intensified. He
takes a step, ignoring the pain shooting from his lower body. How could he
possibly enjoy such a thing in any state of mind? He doesn't even realize he's
falling until Haldir's strong arms wrap around him.

"Legolas?!" He looks at Haldir with pain-tinted eyes. "What happened?"

"Aragorn. he... there was no preparation."

"Disgusting! Weak!" Haldir yells and Legolas shrinks away. Haldir doesn't
understand why Legolas starts to fidget and tightens his hold.

"Legolas, he means Aragorn. Calm down," Celeborn says and Haldir looks at
Legolas surprised.

"Why would I say such a thing to you?"

"It's clear I disgust you, you didn't even want to touch me."

"But, Legolas-"

"It's alright. You're the kindest elf I've met in a long time. There are times
when I disgust myself."

Haldir didn't have words for that revelation. He didn't have words for this
Legolas at all. An elf who didn't believe in love, who did not believe anyone
could look at him in anything but disdain. Haldir decides right there and then
that it would not continue. He would show Legolas what it was to love if it was
the last thing he did.


Title: Bound (10/?)
Author: Blue Gold 
e-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Archive: http://goldshowers.bravepages.com, Damel, LoM
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story.
They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
*Turin & Laieth are the only characters out of my own head and look
all they do is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character
death. 
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Chesysuli. Special
thanks to Cheysuli for being my beta as well and to Sera. Tracks by Evanescence
used without permission. I also deleted one word in 'Tourniquet' . The prologue
takes place about 60 years before the Fellowship based on Aragorn's age in the
books.
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic; be kind or at least constructive.

The twins, Turin and Laieth are walking in the woods of Lorien, sneaking up on a
surprisingly distracted Haldir. The only thing that stops them from
getting too close is the arrow of Haldir's brother, Rumil.

"Do you think grandmother would approve?" Elladan asks, grinning, and Haldir
blinks, noticing them for the first time.

"Haldir, are you alright?" Elrohir asks.

"I'm fine," Haldir says. "You aren't expected."

"Well no, we aren't actually here to see them; we wanted to join up with baby
brother."

"Baby brother?" Haldir asks perplexed.

"Aragorn,” Elrohir says and Haldir snaps his bow without noticing.
Elladan raises his eyebrow but says nothing.

"Well they all left yesterday, and good riddance I say," Rumil says.

"Aragorn was that annoying?" Elrohir asks.

"The man? I barely saw him;  it was that stupid elf. He was a bad influence on
our pets." Turin and Laieth exchange a look. While Rivendell was far from a
paradise for a Mirkwood elf, Lorien had to be
hell. This was where they had done the breeding. Where they had first
'discovered' their ears.

"Yes. Can you take us to our grandparents then? We have something to discuss
with them."

"Follow me," Haldir says, leaving his brother to lead the border
patrol. They had barely entered Lothlorien when Galadriel walked
over to the group. "Come with me. Return to your post, Haldir."

If Haldir was surprised at being dismissed so quickly he didn't show it.
Instead, he bowed to the lady and turned, heading back the way that he came.

"Grandmother, we-"

"I know why you came, Elladan, and there is something you both must see."

They follow their grandmother, knowing exactly what she was going to
show them; a vision of the future from her mirror. The four of them stand around
the pool as she pours the water. They watch the scene develop in horror and
fascination. Boromir necking with Legolas against a tree, a single whispered
word falling from Legolas’ lips. 'Orcs.' Boromir seeing Frodo in the distance
and going after the hobbit as the orcs came. 

They watched as Boromir fell defending Merry and Pippin. They watched
Aragorn kill the orc that had done in Boromir. They watched as the
Ring-bearer escaped and the Dwarf fought on, but they were all afraid
to ask; What had happened to Legolas?

He appeared then, clutching his knives and looking like he had taken a
bath in blood. Aragorn listened to Boromir's last words then turned on
Legolas. Legolas sank to his knees and Aragorn drew his sword. Turin buried his
face in Laieth's chest and even the twins turned away.

"They are half a day ahead of you. If you do not catch them-"

"We will go now. How did they leave?" Elrohir asks.

"Boat, of course," Galadriel says, leading them to the spot the fellowship had
departed not long before. "You and your pets can
pair up in the boats. They are already prepared with supplies."

"Where's Grandfather?" Elladan asks as Turin and Laieth shove the boats into the
water. Galadriel waves her had dismissively.

"Come on, brother," Elrohir says. "We don't have time for this."

They climb into the boats and speed off, chasing after the fellowship.
Further down the lake, the fellowship's boats are lazily drifting as they search
for a suitable place to set up camp. 

Legolas didn't understand how a suitable place could be found. They
Were surrounded on both sides by the enemy and the smartest thing to do
would be to travel as far as the water would take them and continue on foot for
longer. They couldn't stop here; they shouldn't.

"We'll stop here," Aragorn says, motioning to the shore as all three boats turn.
Legolas grimaces as he turns his boat in. The Orcs were still some ways off, if
they did not tarry long they may be safe. "We cross the lake at nightfall, hide
the boats, and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north."

"Oh, yes? Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An
impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks? And after that, it gets even better!
Festering, stinking marshlands, as far as the eye can see!" Gimli exclaims,
glaring at the man that he grew to hate as he grew to likethe elf.

"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your
strength, Master Dwarf," Aragorn says calmly.

"Recover my..."

Legolas ignores the dwarf's grunt. He's too busy mustering up his courage, or
what he was going to say next. He turned to Aragorn. "We
should leave now.” He mentally braces himself for the blow. But it never comes.

"No, I don't have time for your stupid elf senses. Evil this and evil that. Go
and gather some wood or something."

Legolas walks off quickly, knowing Aragorn's eyes are on him the entire time.
He's so distracted that he doesn't notice the disappearance of
the ring bearer or Boromir. A slightly more keen mind does notice.

"Where's Frodo?" Merry asks. It's then the 'astute' ranger notices the
disappearance of Boromir and Frodo and goes in search of them, leaving Gimli
with the hobbits.

Legolas looks up as a twig snaps and he sees Frodo approaching him.
"We need to talk," Frodo whispers and Legolas quickly pulls
him up into a tree as Boromir passes under them. Legolas holds Frodo to his
chest and almost laughs at the slithery voice that whispers to him of power.

"What is it?" Legolas asks, looking down at the hobbit in his arms.

"We're leaving, tonight. We wanted you to come with us."

"Why?"

"We're not warriors but even we can see Aragorn and Boromir are no good for this
quest. Boromir wants my… the ring. Aragorn, he's… he-"

"…Would come stomping into Mordor like the fool he is to reclaim me. Gimli may
be willing."

"You won't come?"

"If you leave, he may follow; he is a ranger and does have some skill. If we
leave, Aragorn will follow, raging and bellowing the entire way. We would fail,
the dark lord will rise again and all of Middle Earth would suffer."

"I see."

"All is not lost, you may find your guide yet. But we are surrounded by
orcs. When you see your chance take it. No matter what happens, you
must continue."

"You sound like Gandalf."

"That wizard haunts me, truly he does. Now down you go, Aragorn approaches."
Legolas drops out of the tree, holding Frodo close. "Walk in that direction, it
is safer there. But return to camp soon."

"I will," Frodo says, taking off as Legolas gathers a stack of wood and wonders
if Aragorn would chase the hobbits to the black gate or
leave them to death.

"Hello, elf," Boromir says. Legolas turns to the man, watching him lean lazily
against a beech tree. He continues to gather twigs as Boromir speaks. "You know
Aragorn refuses to tell me." He pauses but Legolas
asks no questions. "He won't tell me how to make you scream for
me, make you beg for me to take you. So I will find it for myself."

With that Boromir grabs Legolas, who drops the twigs to the
floor as Boromir pins his hands behind his back with one of his own. Boromir
starts his exploration on Legolas' neck, kissing and sucking, 
stopping every few moments to gauge the elf's reactions. He releases
Legolas, knowing he won't move, and opens his tunic, teasing his nipples into
tight peaks. Legolas continues to have the
Same dead expression on his face and turns to the direction the camp.

"Do I bore you, elf?" Boromir says, slightly angered. "Do you think yourself
beautiful? Better than us men even as the cheap whore you are? Are you so
special because your hair is softer then the fairest
maiden?" Boromir asks pushing the hair aside and lightly touching the point of
Legolas' ear as Legolas’ mouth opens in an O and he inhales sharply.

"Is it these ears then, elf?" Boromir says, smiling as he touches them again. A 
blush covers Legolas' pale cheeks as Boromir's touches are still light and not
enough to make him lose all reason. Boromir reaches down then and licks Legolas'
ear from lobe to pointed tip.

Legolas' moan echoes through the trees as his knees buckle; Boromir
Keeps the elf on his feet as Legolas licks his lips. He forcefully pulls Boromir
closer to him and the man grunts, surprised at the elf's strength and rock hard
erection.

"You want this don't you? Aragorn and I are the best lovers you've ever had."

"I'd much rather love orcs," the inner Legolas mutters. Gandalf had not
appeared in his mental prison this time and he was free to watch or ignore what
his body was doing and wondered absently why he had never cut his ears off. The
hair on the back of his neck stands on end as a feeling of dread overtakes him.
He looks back to where he can see Boromir and himself. His true eyes were half
closed but he could still see better than any man and he saw the orcs coming
maybe half a mile away.

"Not now, not now. No no no NO!" Legolas moans, this would be the death of him
and the fall of the fellowship; Boromir on the other hand is having the time of
his life. "YOU FOOLISH SMELLY DIRTY HUMAN." Boromir chose that moment to kiss
him or he would have heard Legolas' whisper.

"You've never had a better lover have you?" Boromir asks breathlessly. "Can you
name a better lover?"

"ORCS YOU FOUL MAN.ORCS!" Legolas screams and his body jerks violently, he then
blinks as he realizes and recovers himself. He's slipping back into the void
when he remembers what he was trying to do. "Orcs," Legolas whispers before he
falls completely back under the influence of his ears.

"Orcs? ORCS?" Boromir roars slapping Legolas so that he falls to the floor but
nowhere near painful enough to bring him out of his aroused state. He stands
again reaching for the man who raises an arm to strike Legolas again when he
sees Frodo and hears the hissing voice of the ring.

"Frodo! You of all of us shouldn't be walking alone, Boromir says, the lure of
the ring so powerful that he forgets Legolas completely.

Legolas, on the other hand, whimpers at the loss of contact and
turns to the first warm form he feels and starts rubbing against the
beech tree. Legolas' inner self was almost dancing. He had actually regained
control of his body and been able to warn Boromir, who was on his way to warn
the rest of the fellowship. Legolas' joy shatters when he realizes that Boromir
is gone and he… he is… humping a tree. He has to return to himself again. The
orcs are just a few heartbeats away. He screams he wails, but nothing happened.
Legolas is near despair as he screams out his frustration and is soon back in
his body, still screaming.

He draws his bow and an arrow and shoots the nearest Orc, who had been
fixing an arrow in its own bow. He didn't know when he was at last joined by,
Aragorn and Gimli but he shot until his quiver was empty and he was alone again.
He draws his knives, fighting as he's surrounded.

He hears the horn blowing but can do nothing about it when he hears a
Voice unlike any orc or member of the fellowship. "The horn of
Gondor! Hurry!" Legolas watches in awe as the elven arrows fly. He never sees
the orc as its arrow pierces him in the back. His mouth opens in a silent O of
surprise, but he does not fall. Instead, he turns and throws one of the knives,
killing the orc instantly.

The orcs start to retreat as they cower at the very sight of the elven
warriors that are approaching. Warriors that had been slaughtering
orcs for what seemed to be eternity to the foul beasts. Elladan went after
Legolas while Elrohir, Turin, and Laieth, chased down the small group of orcs
that they saw.

Legolas and Gimli reach the clearing at the same time from two different
directions and see Aragorn hovering over the body of Boromir.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor," Aragorn says, kissing Boromir on the forehead.
Legolas completely ignores the tender moment, watching as Frodo pushes a boat
into the water. But where were the rest of the hobbits? It's then that he sees
Sam; at least Frodo wouldn't be alone. He smiles slightly and that is the moment
Aragon chooses to look at him.

"You dare?" Aragorn asks, drawing his sword as Legolas swoons and falls to his
knees. Aragorn raises his sword but is stopped by another and looks into the
eyes of his brother. "Elro- Elladan."

"What do you think you are doing?" Elladan asks.

"He has the nerve to laugh at Boromir's death."

"And why should he weep?" Gimli roars. "Just another attacker dead."

"Of course, dear baby brother loves to share," Elladan mutters as Elrohir,
Turin, and Laieth enter the clearing.

"I can do what I want; he's mine," Aragorn roars as Legolas falls over
completely and Gimli notices the two arrows sticking out of his back and his
tunic stained with all the blood he's lost. Elladan and Aragorn are too busy
arguing to notice until Gimli slams his axe between the two as Elrohir kneels
beside Legolas and starts cutting off his tunic. 

"Elladan!" Elrohir exclaims when his brother continues to stare at Aragorn. He
turns and is startled to see the condition Legolas is in. Turin had started a
fire and was placing a knife into it.

"Are you going to gather some athelas or do I have to send you off with
Boromir?" Elladan asks. Aragorn mutters something about self-righteous elves as
he stomps off to find the plant. When he returns, the twins have removed the
arrows. They take the plant from him and dress the wound.

"He's not even conscious; he's going to die," Aragorn says feeling they are
wasting time.

"He is not some weak mortal; it will take more than two arrows to kill him. Does
the term healing sleep escape you?" Elladan asks.

"Isn't that the ringbearer?" Laieth asks, looking towards the eastern shore.

"Yes. The orcs took Merry and Pippin," Aragorn says casually.

"Who are we going after?" Turin asks.

"Merry and Pippin. Frodo could have stayed; he's chosen his path, let him live
with it. Besides they were always nicer." The twins stare at Aragorn but are
willing to go along with it because the road to Mordor is no road for a healing
elf.

"Fine, let's go,” Gimli grunts.

"And how do you expect to catch them with that dead weight?" Aragorn asks,
indicating Legolas.

"Why don't you worry about keeping up?"

"Should we-" Turin starts, indicating going the way they came.

"Wait until he wakes, this is not the kind of news he needs," Elladan says,
standing and placing Legolas on his back in a mock piggyback
ride. Elrohir shakes his head and takes the elf, using his cloak as a sling to
carry Legolas.

"Brother, I hope I am never injured in your presence."

"I would have secured him," Elladan says indignantly.

"Come, what do you want to do with him?" Laieth says, nudging Boromir with his
foot.

"Send him over the falls," Aragorn says. 

Once the Boromir had been properly sent, they took up the chase for Merry and
Pippin, Elladan and Elrohir setting a grueling pace to catch the orcs.

Three days later, they are still searching when Legolas finally starts to wake
as they pause and Aragorn finds one of the hobbit's clasps. Turin, who was now
holding Legolas since he was rotated between the elves daily, is startled to
feel him start moving.

"Legolas?"

"Turin? Where am. Why-"

"We're trying to track the hobbits that were captured by orcs because you were
too stupid to send out a warning. What kind of "eyes" are
you?" Aragorn says.

"Aragorn, be useful and track the orcs' path, and Laieth keep an eye out," says
Elladan, going towards Legolas. "Here, eat some of this," Elladan says, handing
Legolas some lembas.

"Thank you," Legolas whispers, trying to get out of Turin's hold.

"Legolas, stay, you are too weak for this pace," Turin says holding him tightly.

"Then leave me."

Gimli grunts angrily at this comment but doesn't get to speak.

"You heard him," says Aragorn, returning. "They are heading for Saruman," he
says before Elladan can ask.

"Horses, lots of them. Men of the mark I believe," Laieth says.

"Why couldn't I get him?" Aragorn mutters. "He's useful," he adds as they get
out of the direct path of the horses.

They come back as the horse-lords surround them drawing spears. Their
Leader addresses them and they have an unlikely spokes person in Gimli.

"What do four elves, a dwarf, a man, and a woman seek in the mark?"

"Woman?!" Gimli roars, "Where do your foolish eyes see a woman?" Eomer
points to Legolas and Aragorn chuckles. Legolas' head is turned towards Turin
and all that was visible was long blond hair and a very slight form.

"That is no woman!" Gimli roars yet again.

"We are searching for a band of orcs that passed here not more than a day ago,"
Elrohir says.

"And why would you search for such foul creatures?"

"They took two of our number captive-" Aragorn starts.

"Hobbits-" Gimli adds.

"Halflings."

"We surprised a band in the night; we left none alive."

"But did you see two hobbits? They would look like children to you," Gimli says.

"I'm sorry, we left none alive. We stacked the carcasses and burned-" Gimli's
moan cuts out the rest of Eomer's explanation. Eomer whistles and four riders,
each leading a horse, approach them. "May these serve you well."

"Thank you," Elladan says.

"Uh, maybe…" Eomer starts as his men start to turn off. Elladan raises his arm
for silence.

"Turin, Laieth, you will take a horse back to Rivendell, after we check for the
hobbits. Elrohir and I shall share one. Legolas, you can ride with Gimli; if you
feel you can."

"I can," Legolas whispers, standing with one fluid motion. Laieth hands him his
quiver and bow and Elrohir hands him his bone knives, one of
which he was sure he would never see again as Eomer stares in shock. 

"Twins should never be separated," Elrohir whispers.

"I must apologize, I did not realize. But why-"

"He was shot by two arrows in the back, he needed to heal."

"You should have left me, then maybe Merry and Pippin…"

"Haven't I been saying that all along?" Aragorn says, slapping Legolas
on the back. "At best you are just a distraction. No better than a woman."
Legolas winces but says nothing, walking over to the horses.
Eomer shakes his head, not understanding everything but seeing that
Aragorn is a cruel individual as he turns his horse to catch up with his men.

"Come on, we have to see if there is anything left to save,” Elladan says.

They travel in an eerie silence to the site and Gimli is the first to
attack the pile of orcs. He's sifting through the charred remains when he finds
one of the hobbits tiny scabbards and holds it up to the group.

"Well that's it then, they're dead," Aragorn says, kicking around some
dirt, as Elrohir looks at him  oddly.

"I can't believe I have to take credit for your training."

"What?" Aragorn asks, annoyed.

"They went into the woods," Laieth says.

"I knew that," says Aragorn as they run into the woods. 

Elladan and Elrohir freeze at the exact same moment, sensing
the near presence. They draw their swords and the rest of the group do the same
and launch into the attack but are deflected by a brilliant white light. They
are all floored by the sight, one more than the
others.

"Gandalf?!" Aragorn asks stunned.

"Yes, and can someone help Legolas? He seems to have fainted," Gandalf says
calmly.


Bound 11/?

They are riding into Rohan to see King Theoden. Legolas, still unconscious,
rides in front of Gandalf. His body refuses to go further without proper rest.
Nothing would rouse him, not Gandalf's beard tickling him, not the gallop of
Shadowfax, and not the hunger is feeling. He is oblivious to it all.

Aragon looks up as they enter the gates. Standing just outside the palace is a
beautiful woman with long blond hair. When he turns to look again she is gone.
He turns to Turin and Laieth who are sharing a horse. They are to gather
provisions before making their way back to Rivendell.

Aragorn smirks; apparently he is starting to take a liking to blonds. Turin, to
him, is especially the more beautiful of the two and looks more docile as well.
He carries only a bow and quiver of arrows while Laieth is armed with a bow and
arrows, sword, and small axe. He especially likes Turin's hair which was almost
white while Laieth's hair looked like Legolas'.

He watches Turin on the horse, his arms wrapped around Laieth's waist. He was
slender, like all Elves, but he wasn't the bony twig riding with Gandalf. Of
course, the fact that Aragorn kept Legolas on the brink of starvation never
occurred to him as the reason 'his' elf was impossibly small. He looked at
Elrohir riding with Gimli then, Elladan who was riding alone, and then he came
to a realization that made him smile. He had no idea which of his brother's
Turin belonged to. But that didn't really matter, brother's shared didn't they?

They dismounted and Gandalf handed Legolas to Turin who had walked over to the
wizard. Determined, they walked up the steps and were stopped at the door.

"We can't allow you to see the king so armed."

Everyone gives up their weapons a little hesitantly, Gimli whispering to his ax
that everything would be okay. The guard looked at Gandalf's staff.

"You would not deny an old man his walking staff?" The guard nodded, looking a
little worried but what could an old man with a stick do?

Aragorn watches Gandalf work his magic with little interest. The only good thing
was that he had to keep the pretty blond from interfering. He looks at the king
and watches as he seems to loose years from his face.

**********

Eowyn looks at the angelic being lying on the bed. They had explained to her
about the open eyed sleep, and asked if anyone could keep an eye on him while
everything was happening. She had happily decided to do it; if nothing else, it
gave her a chance to look at an elf up close, and if he woke he could tell her
about him, that handsome man he had ridden in with.

The door is pushed open and another elf enters, carrying a bow and quiver and
some knives. "These are his," he whispered, stepping back into the hall. He
turns a corner and walks into Aragorn.

"Turin, right?" The elf took a step back, undisguised disgust on his face. "You
and that other elf are good warriors; all things considered."


"You have never so much as seen me raise a hand in battle," Turin says looking
around. Aragorn raises an arm to slap him and he stops it. "Don't touch me,
*man*."

Aragorn growls. "You go on one little adventure and you think you are my
better?!"

"I am your better," Turin said shoving him aside. Aragorn holds a dagger to his
neck in swift move of rage.

"Your little bow won't help you now," Aragorn says, leaning in for what he wants
as Turin's hand goes into a small satchel at his side.

"Aragorn!" Elladan roars. "Why are you touching MY ELF?" Aragorn freezes. 'Not
Elladan!,' he thought. 'I was so close.' He turns to his brother and smiles.

"Come now brother, don't we share?"

"I share NOTHING with the likes of you. ESPECIALLY not TURIN."

"But we're family," Aragorn says, trying to lighten the situation. There was a
time when it would have worked but now all it did was further enrage the
half-elf.

"Get out of my sight before I show you how I treat family like you!" Aragorn
slinks away into the nearest room on the other side of the corridor. Once gone
Elladan grins at Turin. "My elf, just rolls off the tongue don't you think?"

"Some master," Turin mutters, as well as smiling as he removes his hand from the
satchel.

"He didn't touch you did he?"

"No, he surprised me with the knife. But I would have been fine," he says,
patting the satchel.

"Well if he steps out of line again."

"I think I'll just tell Laieth," Turin says, smiling darkly.

"They wouldn't find enough of Aragorn to fill Gandalf's pipe," Elladan
says,slipping an arm around Turin. "Are you sure he's all elf?"

"Quite sure."

"Savage that one is," Elladan whispers, walking into the dining hall with Turin.

"But in such a good way," Turin whispers back happily, taking the empty seat
next to his partner as Elladan sits beside his brother as they all eat.

Aragorn watches Eowyn fight an invisible enemy with a short blade before coming
up behind her, she whirls swiftly and they have a short duel where he disarms
her.

"You have great skill my lady."

Eowyn flushes. "Our women learned long ago that those who can't wield a sword
can still die by one."

"Women should have every right to defend themselves. What is there that should
stop them? A woman's great beauty will not be enough to defend herself from
attack. Combine that with skill and that will be a more fierce foe than any
man," Aragorn said and smiled when Eowyn blushed again.

"Many believe the place of women is in the home."

"To bear children and cook the meat? While that is true." Eowyn looks enraged.
"In the sense that I cannot have children, and the only cooking I do is only fit
for the wild, until such a time a woman should do as she wishes."

"I wish others shared your view," Eowyn said, sighing and sitting on the chair.
Aragorn sits on the bed and strokes Legolas' hair.

"I see he is in good hands, dreadful what orcs can do."

"What happened?" Aragorn turns Legolas onto his back opening his tunic and
sliding it off his limp form. He turns the elf over, and she sees the bandages.

"An arrow here and here," Aragorn said as he touched the injured parts of
Leoglas' back.

"Should we not cover him?"

"Elves do not feel the cold like we do. He will be fine and I do not want to
disturb his sleep. Elves are a good example of what I mean."

"How so?"

"Do you find him beautiful?"

"I... well yes."

"Now elves can be most deadly, but he is an exception; weaker line, and not as
skilled, but we don't hold it against him. I allow him to do battle and in my
kingdom I will allow anyone regardless of um, disadvantages, you may say, to
train."

"What do you mean 'Kingdom'?"

"I spoke too rashly, but you are someone that I see can be trusted." Aragorn
grabs Eowyn's hands. "What I say now can not leave these quarters." Eowyn nods,
proud to be trusted. "If all goes well, when this war is over and Saruron
destroyed, I will take my place as king of Gondor. It is not something I ever
wanted to do, if I could I would give the stewards the throne, but as Boromir,
the steward, fell in this quest, I feel I must keep his wish to do good for our
people." 

"I knew of Boromir; he was a brave man, and Denethor is getting along in the
years."

`Denethor? Whatever.' "Yes, now because of a fellow member's failure, he's gone.
I will fulfill his wish to see the greatness of Gondor restored."

"It was him wasn't it?" she said, glancing at the unconscious elf. 

"Yes, but do not blame him for his weakness. He did not warn Boromir in time,
and that was his downfall as we were accosted by orcs. But, please, when he
wakes do not speak to him of such. Elves can die of grief; blaming himself will
do him no good."

"Yes, of course."

"He will wake soon. I'll bring some food for you both as soon as I can, but
Theoden, Gandalf and I must discuss the fate of you all. A war is upon us,"
Aragorn say's then smiles. "Talking to you has lightened my heart and I do not
even know your name."

"Eowyn, my lord."

"Until we meet again, my lady," Aragorn says as he leaves grinning. But how can
he sneak Eowyn right under the twins collective noses? And he still had to find
a way to show Turin who was boss. He goes to eat, mostly observing what Elladan,
Elrohir, Gandalf, and Theoden discuss.

*******

Elrohir enters the room then with two plates. "Legolas, I am happy to see you
awake."

"Thank you, Elrohir," Legolas says as he slowly manages to sit.

"How do you feel?"

"Tired. What news of Merry and Pippin?"

"They were eaten alive by the Orcs. This is all that is left!" He says pouring
both plates over Legolas' head as he screams.

"No!"

"But don't worry, I have some good news. Seems Aragorn is more elf than man.
He's immortal, you two are going to be together forever."

Legolas returns to awareness covered in sweat, and being shaken by a woman he's
never seen. He sits up and stares at her, wondering where he is. He doesn't even
realize he's crying. When she reaches for him he flinches back.

"I'll get Aragorn for you, yes?" Eowyn says, smiling.

"No!" Legolas whispers hoarsely.

Eowyn pours him a glass of water from a pitcher as he sits up. "Drink slowly."

Legolas does as he's told 'before he' looked at her. "You are in the care of
Theoden King," Eowyn said. "Your party arrived earlier today and aided our King
in freeing himself from Saruman. Aragorn said he would bring you food in a
while."

"Why?" Legolas mutters.

"Are you not friends?" Legolas lets out a bitter laugh.

"What did he tell you?" Legolas asks.

"Nothing really, it was the others that brought you here and brought your
weapons."

"So everyone is alright? Did they find the hobbits?"

"I do not know what a hobbit is. Is it an animal of some sort?"

"Halflings; were there any?"

"No just a dwarf."

"One stupid arrow."

"You were shot twice, I was shown the injuries."

"Twice?" Legolas thinks back to the battle. He would have known if he was shot
again. Of course! When he came out of his stupor it hadn't been by his own power
it had been the pain of being shot. He must have been a fool to believe that he
had the power to free himself. "A fool indeed."

"Don't say that! You tried your best."

"My best got two people I was trying to protect kidnapped."

"What of Boromir?"

"What of him?" asks Legolas.

"He died."

"That was his own doing," Legolas says and Eowyn stares.

"Do you feel no remorse over a death you could have avoided?"

"I did not shoot Boromir. I told him the orcs were coming and he should have
heeded my warning."

"If you'll excuse me," Eowyn says coldly. Legolas watches as she leaves the room
then lays back down, not sure where he should go, and decides to ignore his
hunger as he has done so many times in the past.
Bound 12/?



Legolas awoke to pitch-blackness. He stretched out on the bed, noting that the
hunger pains had returned. And now he was in a strange castle, in a strange
land.

Correction, he was very hungry in a strange castle in a strange land. Where was
that woman he had spoken to? He let out a little gasp as his stomach contracted
painfully. He climbed out of the bed and the room started spinning. He sunk down
to the floor and lay on the cold stone in a fetal position, drawing more comfort
from the cold stones then he ever could from a bed.

Aragorn had even taken that from him; beds were just a place for his body to
betray him. Besides, once he finished he never failed to shove Legolas off the
bed, usually before Legolas had even caught his breath. He heard footsteps
approaching his room and two people entered holding candles.

"Where is he?"

"Eyown said he was here, he fell off the bed," Elrohir said, walking to Legolas.

"Legolas, are you alright?" Gandalf asked.

"Fine," he whispered, swaying as he stands.

"I want to check your injuries, do they trouble you?"

"No," Legolas said. "But I have only recently awakened." Gandalf started
removing the bandages and heard a rumbling.

"I see there is something else that ails you," Gandalf said, smiling as Elrohir
left. "You do not have the power of Lorien to help heal you now. You need a good
meal after your fast and all the healing you endured in the last weeks. Its no
wonder you collapsed."

Legolas stared at Gandalf, even in the faint light noticing the changes in the
wizard he had only glimpsed. He was now the white, and an even more powerful
wizard. But was it real? Or was it some strange new madness of his ears?

"Legolas, I assure you it was quite real. You have healed well in the last few
days. A good meal and you will be just fine."

"But the things you said-"

"Maybe another night of proper rest; with what is to come who knows when you
will receive it again. Legolas, I will be leaving you again."

"But I-"

"I know you have questions but there are many tasks a wizard must attend to."

"What about-"

"They are fine. They are stronger than they look. And the ring bearer continues
on his path and the eye is not on him. We must do all we can to keep it that
way."

"He wanted me to go with him," Legolas said absently. Gandalf smiled.

"It seems even dear Frodo sees what you do not."

"What is-" Legolas stopped as Elrohir returned with two plates. He bolted into a
corner and covered his head.

"Legolas?" Elrohir asked, confused as he places the plate of food and the plate
with a candle on it on the bed. Legolas looked up, worried, and slowly moves
back to the bed but makes no attempt to get back on it. "Wouldn't you rather sit
on the bed?"

Legolas climbed on instantly and finally took a look at the piled high plate. He
took a piece of bread off the top and coughed at the staleness. Elrohir pulled a
bottle of wine out from under his arm and grinned, then laughed when he realized
he didn't have a glass. He shrugged and handed Legolas the bottle.

"Just drink it; its just for you anyway," Elrohir said and Legolas nodded,
taking a small sip from the bottle. He devoured the meal and the wine and
started to feel lethargic all over again. He says nothing about it as he learns
more about the last few days but Gandalf calls it a night for him after a third
barely suppressed yawn.

"Seems you truly do need one more night of rest. Sleep well, Legolas." Gandalf
stands and ushers Elrohir out of the room. Legolas waited until the sounds of
their feet could no longer be heard then he slid off the
bed and curled up in a fetal position on the floor.

Elrohir walked into the room he shared with his brother sat down on the bed and
sighed. "What's the matter?" Elladan asked sitting up placing a hand on
Elrohir's shoulder. He turned to his brother, usually the sight of a half naked
Elladan would do wonders for him but now he was weighed down by guilt.

"I feel terrible; he didn't even suspect a thing."

"We did not do it on purpose; we are not Aragorn. This day was madness," Elladan
said, trying to console his brother.

"But to forget him like that? If not for Gandalf, he would have gone hungry."

"Do not do this to yourself; frowns should never be on your beautiful face."

"Then we can not be twins for, brother, I swear you wear a scowl for the world.
I did not see you smile once today."

"Nay, Turin and I had a merry time. Aragorn tried to "seduce" him."

"Seduce Turin? Why not throw himself in Mount Doom if he so devalues his life."

"He is a fool, but I have finally met a greater fool than Aragorn."

"Theoden was not that foolish, he is trying to the best he can for his people."

"Not him; the woman Eowyn. She believes Aragorn to be a great man. She would
give him her heart if he would take it."

"She'd be better off marrying a troll."

"Or a dwarf."

"Maybe Gimli, he seems to have taken a liking to her."

"I say, a dwarf and a shield maiden."

"Think of the children."

"Think of the beards!"

The twins erupted in a fit of laugher and Aragorn smirked from outside the door.
The twins always stayed up taking late into the night. Well if the twins were
both there, it meant that their elves would be sharing a room close by. Most
likely next door.

Eowyn was at the moment unreachable as she was tending to the king and he had
completely lost track of her. Legolas was off limits according to Gandalf. And a
newly risen wizard did not seem like someone to upset. That just left Turin. He
quietly pushed open the door to the room and saw a mass of tangled limbs, and
naked flesh, barely covered by the sheet.

Aragorn grinned as he got his fill of both elves. Turin stirred and Aragorn
slunk into the shadows, and sighed as the elf just tangled himself more with his
lover. Aragorn realized this posed an interesting dilemma, how would he get one
elf without the other.

But wait, maybe he could make them do what he wanted. Elladan hadn't been
willing to share with him; his brother. He doubts his brother would then share
with some low class Mirkwood elf. This would be perfect! With this information,
he could have them anytime he wanted. He looked at Laieth again and decided the
elf wasn't half bad. And he must be an amazing lay, as Turin looked exhausted;
he had to be to not know the man was in the room. 

Aragorn slowly moved closer to the pair and wondered if he could overpower two
elves. Well, he didn't need to for long. Just long enough to show them that
going along with it would be in their best interest. He
Grasped them both by the throat and didn't know when the tables turned. His head
thudded on the headboard and one of them had him by the neck and held him down
with a painful knee in the small of his back.

"Hand me my axe."

"Laieth, I swear," Turin said, standing. Aragorn foolishly tried to look at him
and a hand like an iron vice closed on his throat.

"Are you looking at MY elf, mortal?" Laieth snarled as Aragorn choked.

Turin ignored the both of them and walked over to the twins' room, slipping in
unnoticed. A naked Elladan was straddling Elrohir, pulling at the ties to his
leggings and muttering, annoyed.

"Why do you always tie them so tight?"

"Now I wouldn't want you thinking I was easy."

"No, you just want to make it impossible for me to get into your leggings."

"Is that not the definition of not being easy?"

"If you weren't so beautiful-"

"Uh, brother turn around." Elladan whirled and saw Turin standing over the bed,
grinning.

"You may want to go save your worthless human brother's life."

"What did he do now?"

"Seems no isn't a good enough answer for him. I left him with Laieth."

"By the Valar-" Elrohir exclaimed tossing his poor brother onto the castles
stone floor. 

"Elrohir!" Elladan exclaimed, rubbing his sore bottom. Turin helped him up and
he grabbed a sheet, a lot less willing to go prancing around naked than Turin.
They follow Elrohir out to the other room.

They walked in and Aragorn was lying on the bed while Laieth was standing a
corner, holding his nose and a sword. The twins and Turin were perplexed and
walked closer to Aragorn, turning away at the overwhelming stench of urine.

"Yes, he wet himself. Can we share?" 

"What on earth did you say?" Elrohir asked.

"Nothing much."

"Well, Aragorn, you made your bed, now lie in it," Elrohir says as Turin quickly
gathered Laieth's and his clothes while Laieth took the weapons. Elladan moved
closer to his brother, starting to wonder if he was still alive. Aragorn's eyes
were closed but there was the steady up and down motion of his chest, just
barely perceptible with him on his stomach.

"Did you knock him out?" Elladan asks as they exit the room.

"Well, I wasn't going to stay near that stench and I trust him as far as I can
fling a troll," Laieth said as he
stuck a small dagger in the door, jamming the lock and effectively trapping
Aragorn inside. 

The four elves walk into the twins' room and look at the bed. Turin and Laieth
dropped what they were carrying and Elrohir hands his brother his pants,
frowning as he swats them away. Elrohir holds them out again, annoyed, and
Elladan grinned evilly. He grabbed his pants and spun his brother around,
quickly tying his hands together before Elrohir realized what was going on.

"What are you doing?! Untie me!"

"Now, dear brother, don't make me gag you as well."

"This looks interesting," Turin said as he leaned against a wall, pulling Laieth
against him and nibbling on his neck. They both watched as Elladan shoved his
struggling brother down on the bed and straddled him.

Elrohir was mostly silent and after a particular violent buck where Elladan
glared at him angrily, he finally spoke. "Why are you doing this?"

Elladan shrugged. "Just enjoy it."

"How?" Elrohir asked, annoyed. Elladan took that moment to plunder his brother's
mouth. Elladan pulled away and grinned when Elrohir arched into him.

"See, just like that," Elladan said and Elrohir blushed. "Its okay; I know how
you feel," he added, gripping his brother's erection and stroking it through his
leggings.

"Elladan," Elrohir moaned, writhing under his older brother. This was pure
torment; he wanted to touch his brother, to kiss him, pull him close but he had
to wait for Elladan to make all the moves. Not to mention that this position was
highly uncomfortable; he was losing the feeling in his arms.

Elladan had pulled Elrohir's leggings off and pulled his brother's legs over his
shoulder. Elrohir watched him with wide eyes; ‘but he hadn't...’ Elrohir tried
to pull away but it was nearly impossible in this position. He screamed when his
brother entered him without preparation.

"Stop... please... Elladan! It hurts."

"Elrohir!" Elrohir snapped his eyes opened and stared at Laieth. "You were
crying out. I'm surprised you didn't wake him." Elrohir lifted Elladan's arm off
him and stood. Turin and Laieth were both dressed as the sun started its trek
into the sky. He looked down at Elladan; he had a small smile on his face.

Elrohir didn't understand this about his brother. Was he the only one who ever
felt any guilt about this? Was he the only one who thought that what they did
was wrong? That it wasn't natural? He loved his
Brother; as a child he had practically worshiped him. 

"What are you thinking about, little one?" Laieth asked.

"Nothing really, do you remember when we met?"

"Of course. Elladan threatened my life." Laieth said and Elrohir laughed.

***************

"I would like to do this as logically as possible," Elrond said. "Would all the
warriors go stand to the left, artisans to the right according to craft,
families remain in the center; and if you are a warrior or an artisan with a
family remain with your family." Elrond sighed as the people of Mirkwood
arranged themselves. Thranduil stood with his pregnant wife off to the side,
refusing to look at his people.

Celebrian was exhausted, her six-year-old twins were highly energetic and she
sat down in her chair. In a few moments, she was fast asleep and Elrohir pulled
Elladan out of the room. He wanted to see the new Elves. They raced to the
courtyard and Elrohir started walking towards the group standing to the left, as
these were the elves farthest from their ada. Elladan walked close behind him.

An elf near the front of the line saw the twin children and poked his friend
beside him. He looked at the children and growled, bearing his teeth. Elrohir
ran behind his brother and started crying. One elf smacked the other and he
shrugged. Elladan sat his brother down right there, kissed him on the cheek and
stomped over to the elves.

"I'm going to kill you," Elladan growled at Laieth then proceeded to kick him in
the shin. 

"Ow!" The warrior exclaimed as he was kicked again. Turin just laughed at his
friend. He walked over to Elrohir and sat down beside him.

"He's your big brother, huh?" Elrohir nodded wiping his runny nose on his
sleeve. "Come on. Laieth isn't that scary." He led Elrohir over to Laieth who
had some how changed Elladan's thoughts from killing him to how to kick better.

"Just like OW," he exclaimed when Elrohir kicked him. This exclamation finally
got Elrond's attention; he
handed the parchment he was using to record all the names and trades of the
artisans to Erestor and walked over. Both twins hid behind the older elves.

"What is going on here? Explain yourselves." Turin and Laieth exchanged a glance
but before they could answer, a tiny voice spoke up.

"He made Elrohir cry, so I was gonna kill him just like Glorfinny did the balgog
but I didn't have a sword so I kicked him."

"And you?" Elrond asked, trying to make eye contact with Elrohir, who keeps
hiding behind Turin.

"He said he wasn't scary, so I kicked him too. He's mean."

"Where's your mother?"

Elrond's question is answered when Celebrian, Lindir, and Glorfindel all come
out from different directions searching for the twins.

"My babies!" Celebrian exclaimed, grabbing Elladan and Elrohir and crushing them
close. "Don't ever do that again."

"I'm sorry, nana," Elrohir said.

"Me too. But guess what?" Elladan started getting out of his mother's hold.

"What is it?"

"I can kick like a warrior now; look.” Elladan looked around and saw his father
tilt his head towards Glorfindel. He walked over and kicked Glorfindel and he
yelped. "See! I even hurt Glorfinny." 

"I wanna kick too," Elrohir says, pulling out of his mother's hold and pulling
on Laieth's arm.

"Hey, he was showing me first!"

"Now its my turn."

"Nuh uh!"

"Uh huh!"

"Noooo!"

"Yeah!"

"Ada!"

"Ada!"

Elrond stared at his children; had he and Elros been this bad? No, they had been
good children he was sure. Elladan and Elrohir were two little devils. He looked
at Glorfindel.

"No more Balrog stories, please. Sort out the warriors, Erestor has parchment;
Lindir do the same for the families." 

"What's sort?" Elrohir asked. "Ada," he whined, pulling on Elrond's robes.
"What's sort?"

"It means put in different groups," Celebrian explained as Elrond rubbed his
temples. "See, those are all the
warriors and those people make things, like swords and robes."

"Oh, why?"

"Because they are uh... going to be working for us and we need to know what they
will be doing."

"Oh! Hey can he work for me? I'll give you some sweet cakes," Elrohir asked and
Laieth smiled.

"Hey! I want one too.” Elladan looked around him and his eyes settled on Turin.
"What's your name?"

"Turin." He stopped as Elrond stared at him, along with his wife. "My father was
an interesting man," he
said, knowing they wouldn't expect anyone to have that name. 

"Ok, I'll give Turin more sweet cakes," Elladan said.

"Nuh uh!"

"Uh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

****************

"I don't even know why ada gave in."

"I think he was fearing for his sanity."

"So how will you two travel back?"

"We will stop in Lorien and take our old horses back so we will not have to stop
as much. We hope to reach Rivendell in a fortnight."

"That will take some speed," Elrohir said. "Be careful."

"We will," Turin replied joining the conversation, smiling as he draped an arm
around Laieth.

"Now go back to bed, Elladan is looking for you." Elrohir turned and sure
enough, Elladan's hand was moving around on the bed though he was still asleep.

"He'll sleep through anything won't he?"

"At times," Elrohir said as he climbed back into the bed and Elladan curled up
against him.

Laieth and Turin walk out, leaving the brothers to a few more hours of sleep.
They walked over to Legolas' room and had the same moment of confusion that
Elrohir and Gandalf experienced the night before. Laieth found Legolas and it
took some quite violent shakes to wake him.

"Legolas are you alright?" Legolas nodded yawning. "Is there a reason you are on
the floor?" he asked Legolas, who shrugged 

"What's going on? Are we leaving?" Legolas asked blinking.

"No, we are going back to Rivendell. Your father feared for you and we will
tell him all is well. Any message you would like us to add?"

"Tell him... I love him and… he... he... willalwaysbemyking."

"What was that?"

"Yes, slower this time," Turin added.

"You were adults when you reached Rivendell?”

"Yes... why?"

"Tell him he will always be my king." Turin and Laieth just stared at Legolas.
"Would you have ever taken orders from the likes of me?"

"It would have been a pleasure," Turin said quickly and Laieth nodded.

"Is that all?" Laieth asked. "Maybe you would like to write him a note."

"No."

"I have some parchment here in my bag."

"No."

"But wouldn't you..." Turin stopped Laieth from continuing to speak by covering
his mouth. He looked at his lover, confused.

"I know how to write, Elrond showed me when I was young. You don't have enough
parchment for all I need to say. That will be all." 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"It’s alright; it was almost an accident that I learned. Elrond was writing in
his private journal and I asked him what those shapes were. He fell off his
chair."

"How old were you?"

"One hundred and forty-two."

"Amazing. We will tell your father what you said.”

"Thank you," Legolas replied as the both of them left the room. He watched as
the two elven warriors rode out of the city of men back to the realm of the
elves and he continued to watch though he could no longer see them. That was how
Gandalf found him when he came to tell him that they were to make their way to
Helms Deep.




Bound 12/?
 
 
Legolas awoke to pitch-blackness. He stretched out on the bed, noting 
that the hunger pains had returned. And now he was in a strange 
castle, in a strange land. 
 
Correction, he was very hungry in a strange castle in a strange land. 
Where was that woman he had spoken to? He let out a little gasp as 
his stomach contracted painfully. He climbed out of the bed and the 
room started spinning. He sunk down to the floor and lay on the cold 
stone in a fetal position, drawing more comfort from the cold stones 
then he ever could from a bed. 
 
Aragorn had even taken that from him; beds were just a place for his 
body to betray him. Besides, once he finished he never failed to shove 
Legolas off the bed, usually before Legolas had even caught his 
breath. He heard footsteps approaching his room and two people 
entered holding candles. 
 
"Where is he?" 
 
"Eyown said he was here, he fell off the bed," Elrohir said, walking to 
Legolas. 
 
"Legolas, are you alright?" Gandalf asked. 
 
"Fine," he whispered, swaying as he stands. 
 
"I want to check your injuries, do they trouble you?" 
 
"No," Legolas said. "But I have only recently awakened." Gandalf 
started removing the bandages and heard a rumbling. 
 
"I see there is something else that ails you," Gandalf said, smiling as 
Elrohir left. "You do not have the power of Lorien to help heal you 
now. You need a good meal after your fast and all the healing you 
endured in the last weeks. Its no wonder you collapsed." 
 
Legolas stared at Gandalf, even in the faint light noticing the changes 
in the wizard he had only glimpsed. He was now the white, and an 
even more powerful wizard. But was it real? Or was it some strange 
new madness of his ears? 
 
"Legolas, I assure you it was quite real. You have healed well in the 
last few days. A good meal and you will be just fine." 
 
"But the things you said-" 
 
"Maybe another night of proper rest; with what is to come who knows 
when you will receive it again. Legolas, I will be leaving you again." 
 
"But I-" 
 
"I know you have questions but there are many tasks a wizard must 
attend to." 
 
"What about-" 
 
"They are fine. They are stronger than they look. And the ring bearer 
continues on his path and the eye is not on him. We must do all we can 
to keep it that way." 
 
"He wanted me to go with him," Legolas said absently. Gandalf 
smiled. 
 
"It seems even dear Frodo sees what you do not." 
 
"What is-" Legolas stopped as Elrohir returned with two plates. He 
bolted into a corner and covered his head. 
 
"Legolas?" Elrohir asked, confused as he places the plate of food and 
the plate with a candle on it on the bed. Legolas looked up, worried, 
and slowly moves back to the bed but makes no attempt to get back 
on it. "Wouldn't you rather sit on the bed?" 
 
Legolas climbed on instantly and finally took a look at the piled high 
plate. He took a piece of bread off the top and coughed at the 
staleness. Elrohir pulled a bottle of wine out from under his arm and 
grinned, then laughed when he realized he didn't have a glass. He 
shrugged and handed Legolas the bottle. 
 
"Just drink it; its just for you anyway," Elrohir said and Legolas 
nodded, taking a small sip from the bottle. He devoured the meal and 
the wine and started to feel lethargic all over again. He says nothing 
about it as he learns more about the last few days but Gandalf calls it 
a night for him after a third barely suppressed yawn. 
 
"Seems you truly do need one more night of rest. Sleep well, Legolas." 
Gandalf stands and ushers Elrohir out of the room. Legolas waited 
until the sounds of their feet could no longer be heard then he slid off 
the 
bed and curled up in a fetal position on the floor. 
 
Elrohir walked into the room he shared with his brother sat down on 
the bed and sighed. "What's the matter?" Elladan asked sitting up 
placing a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. He turned to his brother, 
usually the sight of a half naked Elladan would do wonders for him 
but now he was weighed down by guilt. 
 
"I feel terrible; he didn't even suspect a thing." 
 
"We did not do it on purpose; we are not Aragorn. This day was 
madness," Elladan said, trying to console his brother. 
 
"But to forget him like that? If not for Gandalf, he would have gone 
hungry." 
 
"Do not do this to yourself; frowns should never be on your beautiful 
face." 
 
"Then we can not be twins for, brother, I swear you wear a scowl for 
the world. I did not see you smile once today." 
 
"Nay, Turin and I had a merry time. Aragorn tried to "seduce" him." 
 
"Seduce Turin? Why not throw himself in Mount Doom if he so 
devalues his life." 
 
"He is a fool, but I have finally met a greater fool than Aragorn." 
 
"Theoden was not that foolish, he is trying to the best he can for his 
people." 
 
"Not him; the woman Eowyn. She believes Aragorn to be a great man. 
She would give him her heart if he would take it." 
 
"She'd be better off marrying a troll." 
 
"Or a dwarf." 
 
"Maybe Gimli, he seems to have taken a liking to her." 
 
"I say, a dwarf and a shield maiden." 
 
"Think of the children." 
 
"Think of the beards!" 
 
The twins erupted in a fit of laugher and Aragorn smirked from 
outside the door. The twins always stayed up taking late into the 
night. Well if the twins were both there, it meant that their elves 
would be sharing a room close by. Most likely next door. 
 
Eowyn was at the moment unreachable as she was tending to the king 
and he had completely lost track of her. Legolas was off limits 
according to Gandalf. And a newly risen wizard did not seem like 
someone to upset. That just left Turin. He quietly pushed open the 
door to the room and saw a mass of tangled limbs, and naked flesh, 
barely covered by the sheet. 
 
Aragorn grinned as he got his fill of both elves. Turin stirred and 
Aragorn slunk into the shadows, and sighed as the elf just tangled 
himself more with his lover. Aragorn realized this posed an 
interesting dilemma, how would he get one elf without the other. 
 
But wait, maybe he could make them do what he wanted. Elladan 
hadn't been willing to share with him; his brother. He doubts his 
brother would then share with some low class Mirkwood elf. This 
would be perfect! With this information, he could have them anytime 
he wanted. He looked at Laieth again and decided the elf wasn't half 
bad. And he must be an amazing lay, as Turin looked exhausted; he 
had to be to not know the man was in the room.  
 
Aragorn slowly moved closer to the pair and wondered if he could 
overpower two elves. Well, he didn't need to for long. Just long 
enough to show them that going along with it would be in their best 
interest. He 
Grasped them both by the throat and didn't know when the tables 
turned. His head thudded on the headboard and one of them had him 
by the neck and held him down with a painful knee in the small of his 
back. 
 
"Hand me my axe." 
 
"Laieth, I swear," Turin said, standing. Aragorn foolishly tried to 
look at him and a hand like an iron vice closed on his throat. 
 
"Are you looking at MY elf, mortal?" Laieth snarled as Aragorn 
choked. 
 
Turin ignored the both of them and walked over to the twins' room, 
slipping in unnoticed. A naked Elladan was straddling Elrohir, 
pulling at the ties to his leggings and muttering, annoyed. 
 
"Why do you always tie them so tight?" 
 
"Now I wouldn't want you thinking I was easy." 
 
"No, you just want to make it impossible for me to get into your 
leggings." 
 
"Is that not the definition of not being easy?" 
 
"If you weren't so beautiful-" 
 
"Uh, brother turn around." Elladan whirled and saw Turin standing 
over the bed, grinning. 
 
"You may want to go save your worthless human brother's life." 
 
"What did he do now?" 
 
"Seems no isn't a good enough answer for him. I left him with 
Laieth." 
 
"By the Valar-" Elrohir exclaimed tossing his poor brother onto the 
castles stone floor.  
 
"Elrohir!" Elladan exclaimed, rubbing his sore bottom. Turin helped 
him up and he grabbed a sheet, a lot less willing to go prancing 
around naked than Turin. They follow Elrohir out to the other room. 
 
They walked in and Aragorn was lying on the bed while Laieth was 
standing a corner, holding his nose and a sword. The twins and Turin 
were perplexed and walked closer to Aragorn, turning away at the 
overwhelming stench of urine. 
 
"Yes, he wet himself. Can we share?"  
 
"What on earth did you say?" Elrohir asked. 
 
"Nothing much." 
 
"Well, Aragorn, you made your bed, now lie in it," Elrohir says as 
Turin quickly gathered Laieth's and his clothes while Laieth took the 
weapons. Elladan moved closer to his brother, starting to wonder if he 
was still alive. Aragorn's eyes were closed but there was the steady up 
and down motion of his chest, just barely perceptible with him on his 
stomach. 
 
"Did you knock him out?" Elladan asks as they exit the room. 
 
"Well, I wasn't going to stay near that stench and I trust him as far as 
I can fling a troll," Laieth said as he 
stuck a small dagger in the door, jamming the lock and effectively 
trapping Aragorn inside.  
 
The four elves walk into the twins' room and look at the bed. Turin 
and Laieth dropped what they were carrying and Elrohir hands his 
brother his pants, frowning as he swats them away. Elrohir holds 
them out again, annoyed, and Elladan grinned evilly. He grabbed his 
pants and spun his brother around, quickly tying his hands together 
before Elrohir realized what was going on. 
 
"What are you doing?! Untie me!" 
 
"Now, dear brother, don't make me gag you as well." 
 
"This looks interesting," Turin said as he leaned against a wall, 
pulling Laieth against him and nibbling on his neck. They both 
watched as Elladan shoved his struggling brother down on the bed 
and straddled him. 
 
Elrohir was mostly silent and after a particular violent buck where 
Elladan glared at him angrily, he finally spoke. "Why are you doing 
this?" 
 
Elladan shrugged. "Just enjoy it." 
 
"How?" Elrohir asked, annoyed. Elladan took that moment to 
plunder his brother's mouth. Elladan pulled away and grinned when 
Elrohir arched into him. 
 
"See, just like that," Elladan said and Elrohir blushed. "Its okay; I 
know how you feel," he added, gripping his brother's erection and 
stroking it through his leggings. 
 
"Elladan," Elrohir moaned, writhing under his older brother. This 
was pure torment; he wanted to touch his brother, to kiss him, pull 
him close but he had to wait for Elladan to make all the moves. Not to 
mention that this position was highly uncomfortable; he was losing 
the feeling in his arms. 
 
Elladan had pulled Elrohir's leggings off and pulled his brother's legs 
over his shoulder. Elrohir watched him with wide eyes; ‘but he 
hadn't...’ Elrohir tried to pull away but it was nearly impossible in 
this position. He screamed when his brother entered him without 
preparation. 
 
"Stop... please... Elladan! It hurts." 
 
"Elrohir!" Elrohir snapped his eyes opened and stared at Laieth. 
"You were crying out. I'm surprised you didn't wake him." Elrohir 
lifted Elladan's arm off him and stood. Turin and Laieth were both 
dressed as the sun started its trek into the sky. He looked down at 
Elladan; he had a small smile on his face. 
 
Elrohir didn't understand this about his brother. Was he the only one 
who ever felt any guilt about this? Was he the only one who thought 
that what they did was wrong? That it wasn't natural? He loved his 
Brother; as a child he had practically worshiped him.  
 
"What are you thinking about, little one?" Laieth asked. 
 
"Nothing really, do you remember when we met?" 
 
"Of course. Elladan threatened my life." Laieth said and Elrohir 
laughed. 
 
*************** 
 
"I would like to do this as logically as possible," Elrond said. "Would 
all the warriors go stand to the left, artisans to the right according to 
craft, families remain in the center; and if you are a warrior or an 
artisan with a family remain with your family." Elrond sighed as the 
people of Mirkwood arranged themselves. Thranduil stood with his 
pregnant wife off to the side, refusing to look at his people. 
 
Celebrian was exhausted, her six-year-old twins were highly energetic 
and she sat down in her chair. In a few moments, she was fast asleep 
and Elrohir pulled Elladan out of the room. He wanted to see the new 
Elves. They raced to the courtyard and Elrohir started walking 
towards the group standing to the left, as these were the elves farthest 
from their ada. Elladan walked close behind him. 
 
An elf near the front of the line saw the twin children and poked his 
friend beside him. He looked at the children and growled, bearing his 
teeth. Elrohir ran behind his brother and started crying. One elf 
smacked the other and he shrugged. Elladan sat his brother down 
right there, kissed him on the cheek and stomped over to the elves. 
 
"I'm going to kill you," Elladan growled at Laieth then proceeded to 
kick him in the shin.  
 
"Ow!" The warrior exclaimed as he was kicked again. Turin just 
laughed at his friend. He walked over to Elrohir and sat down beside 
him. 
 
"He's your big brother, huh?" Elrohir nodded wiping his runny nose 
on his sleeve. "Come on. Laieth isn't that scary." He led Elrohir over 
to Laieth who had some how changed Elladan's thoughts from killing 
him to how to kick better. 
 
"Just like OW," he exclaimed when Elrohir kicked him. This 
exclamation finally got Elrond's attention; he 
handed the parchment he was using to record all the names and 
trades of the artisans to Erestor and walked over. Both twins hid 
behind the older elves. 
 
"What is going on here? Explain yourselves." Turin and Laieth 
exchanged a glance but before they could answer, a tiny voice spoke 
up. 
 
"He made Elrohir cry, so I was gonna kill him just like Glorfinny did 
the balgog but I didn't have a sword so I kicked him." 
 
"And you?" Elrond asked, trying to make eye contact with Elrohir, 
who keeps hiding behind Turin. 
 
"He said he wasn't scary, so I kicked him too. He's mean." 
 
"Where's your mother?" 
 
Elrond's question is answered when Celebrian, Lindir, and Glorfindel 
all come out from different directions searching for the twins. 
 
"My babies!" Celebrian exclaimed, grabbing Elladan and Elrohir and 
crushing them close. "Don't ever do that again." 
 
"I'm sorry, nana," Elrohir said. 
 
"Me too. But guess what?" Elladan started getting out of his mother's 
hold. 
 
"What is it?" 
 
"I can kick like a warrior now; look.” Elladan looked around and saw 
his father tilt his head towards Glorfindel. He walked over and kicked 
Glorfindel and he yelped. "See! I even hurt Glorfinny."  
 
"I wanna kick too," Elrohir says, pulling out of his mother's hold and 
pulling on Laieth's arm. 
 
"Hey, he was showing me first!" 
 
"Now its my turn." 
 
"Nuh uh!" 
 
"Uh huh!" 
 
"Noooo!" 
 
"Yeah!" 
 
"Ada!" 
 
"Ada!" 
 
Elrond stared at his children; had he and Elros been this bad? No, 
they had been good children he was sure. Elladan and Elrohir were 
two little devils. He looked at Glorfindel. 
 
"No more Balrog stories, please. Sort out the warriors, Erestor has 
parchment; Lindir do the same for the families."  
 
"What's sort?" Elrohir asked. "Ada," he whined, pulling on Elrond's 
robes. "What's sort?" 
 
"It means put in different groups," Celebrian explained as Elrond 
rubbed his temples. "See, those are all the 
warriors and those people make things, like swords and robes." 
 
"Oh, why?" 
 
"Because they are uh... going to be working for us and we need to 
know what they will be doing." 
 
"Oh! Hey can he work for me? I'll give you some sweet cakes," 
Elrohir asked and Laieth smiled. 
 
"Hey! I want one too.” Elladan looked around him and his eyes 
settled on Turin. "What's your name?" 
 
"Turin." He stopped as Elrond stared at him, along with his wife. 
"My father was an interesting man," he 
said, knowing they wouldn't expect anyone to have that name.  
 
"Ok, I'll give Turin more sweet cakes," Elladan said. 
 
"Nuh uh!" 
 
"Uh huh!" 
 
"Nuh uh!" 
 
**************** 
 
"I don't even know why ada gave in." 
 
"I think he was fearing for his sanity." 
 
"So how will you two travel back?" 
 
"We will stop in Lorien and take our old horses back so we will not 
have to stop as much. We hope to reach Rivendell in a fortnight." 
 
"That will take some speed," Elrohir said. "Be careful." 
 
"We will," Turin replied joining the conversation, smiling as he 
draped an arm around Laieth. 
 
"Now go back to bed, Elladan is looking for you." Elrohir turned and 
sure enough, Elladan's hand was moving around on the bed though he 
was still asleep. 
 
"He'll sleep through anything won't he?" 
 
"At times," Elrohir said as he climbed back into the bed and Elladan 
curled up against him. 
 
Laieth and Turin walk out, leaving the brothers to a few more hours 
of sleep. They walked over to Legolas' room and had the same 
moment of confusion that Elrohir and Gandalf experienced the night 
before. Laieth found Legolas and it took some quite violent shakes to 
wake him. 
 
"Legolas are you alright?" Legolas nodded yawning. "Is there a 
reason you are on the floor?" he asked Legolas, who shrugged  
 
"What's going on? Are we leaving?" Legolas asked blinking. 
 
"No, we are going back to Rivendell. Your father feared for you and 
we will 
tell him all is well. Any message you would like us to add?" 
 
"Tell him... I love him and… he... he... willalwaysbemyking." 
 
"What was that?" 
 
"Yes, slower this time," Turin added. 
 
"You were adults when you reached Rivendell?” 
 
"Yes... why?" 
 
"Tell him he will always be my king." Turin and Laieth just stared at 
Legolas. "Would you have ever taken orders from the likes of me?" 
 
"It would have been a pleasure," Turin said quickly and Laieth 
nodded. 
 
"Is that all?" Laieth asked. "Maybe you would like to write him a 
note." 
 
"No." 
 
"I have some parchment here in my bag." 
 
"No." 
 
"But wouldn't you..." Turin stopped Laieth from continuing to speak 
by covering his mouth. He looked at his lover, confused. 
 
"I know how to write, Elrond showed me when I was young. You 
don't have enough parchment for all I need to say. That will be all."  
 
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." 
 
"It’s alright; it was almost an accident that I learned. Elrond was 
writing in his private journal and I asked him what those shapes were. 
He fell off his chair." 
 
"How old were you?" 
 
"One hundred and forty-two." 
 
"Amazing. We will tell your father what you said.” 
 
"Thank you," Legolas replied as the both of them left the room. He 
watched as the two elven warriors rode out of the city of men back to 
the realm of the elves and he continued to watch though he could no 
longer see them. That was how Gandalf found him when he came to 
tell him that they were to make their way to Helms Deep.


Title: Bound (13-14/?) 
Author: Blue Gold 
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net 
Archive: http://goldshowers.bravepages.com , Daemel, LoM, LiC 
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf. 
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned
by Tolkien/Jackson. 
*Turin & Laieth are the only characters out of my own head and look all they do
is have sex hmmm…. 
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, rape, abuse, character death, **mild
bondage** 
Authors Note: A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well. More thanks to Sera for betaing for me as
well. Tracks by Evanescence used without permission. I also deleted one word in
‘Tourniquet’ . The prologue takes place about 60 years before the Fellowship
based on Aragorn’s age in the books. 
Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn’t work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you? 
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic…be kind or at least constructive
***I’ve taken some major liberties with the film version of the battle. Just go
with me here. It is Fiction after all. 'Whisper' by Evanescene used without
permission***


Bound (13/?)

Thranduil, Elrond, Erestor and Maleth; Thranduil's former chief advisor, all sat
at a small round table looking at a piece of parchment that lay on the table.
They had all signed it along with the perfect copy. Thranduil looked down at the
parchment then back at Elrond. The advisors both had the same nervous feeling
and Elrond addressed it.

"That old witch is going to have to deal with it. I've listened to her for far
too long," Elrond said, annoyed.

"Do you truly think she would risk open war?" Erestor asked.

"I don't know. I hope that if it comes to that, Celeborn would finally stand up
to her. He knows of this." Elrond shook his head; his father in law was
sometimes harder to understand than Galadriel. "You may leave us," Elrond added.

"Yes, my lord," Erestor said, standing. Maleth did not move. Elrond poked
Thranduil and he looked up.

"Maleth?"

"I was waiting for leave from my king."

Thranduil sighed. "Go." Maleth grinned as he hooked arms with Erestor and walked
out of the library.

"Old friend, do you think this will work?"

"Erestor, I have a bad feeling about this whole thing," Maleth replied.

In the library, Elrond had gone to a cabinet and had just returned to the table
with a box. He placed it in front of Thranduil's questioning gaze. He opened the
box and there were two identical circlets, though one
was smaller then the other. They were both made of Mithril and had green strands
woven into the pattern along with a few emeralds.

"I remember what happened that day the declaration was read. You broke them both
rather then gave them to Galadriel."

"Elrond, you..."

"This farce has stood for far too long. You are my equal; not my slave."

"Some equal. I let..."

"You let nothing. Galadriel was a monster, I was little better, and you were..."

"Can we not discuss this?" asked Thranduil as he stood and walked away from the
circlets. Elrond closed the box and poured two glasses of wine.

"Fine, a toast then."

"To what?"

"To freedom of course."

"To freedom," Thranduil replied half-heartedly.

***********************

Legolas stared over the edge of the cliff. He hadn't believed the Orc when he
said it, even when he held the Evenstar, but now... Was it really possible?
Could it be as the Orc stated, 'he took a little tumble off the cliff.' And like
an echo, traveling from Rivendell to him the word comes out of his lips.

"Freedom," he whispered when Theoden approached him while calling to leave the
dead; Legolas looked at him, perplexed.

"Come."

"He fell into step with Gimli as they both searched for the twins. And they
found them. In the midst of what seemed to be the largest pile of Orc carcasses.
They walked over to Legolas and Gimli and sniffed the air.

"Dwarf, you need a bath," Elladan said with a smirk.

"Well, not all of us can be pretty little elves smelling of flowers."

"I think we should take offense to that comment," Elrohir said, wiping a spot of
dirt off his brother's cheek.

"Where's the warg spawn?" Elladan asked as he looked around.

"Gone," Legolas whispered.

"He ran?"

"No gone," he repeated, handing the Evenstar to Elladan.

"Oh," Elladan says, pocketing the jewel. "I hope 'Wren does nothing foolish when
she hears of this."

"Like fade for that thing?"

"I hope not. Well let's go, they are continuing to the Deep." Legolas and Gimli
followed silently behind the twins.

***********************

Turin and Laieth arrived at the borders of Lorien and Haldir approached them,
recognizing them instantly. "Were you not with Elladan and Elrohir?"

"We are to make haste and deliver a message to Lord Elrond. We come to claim our
horses."

"I see.” Haldir signaled his men and leads them both to the stables. While they
are moving things from one horse to another Haldir speaks. "What is happening
there?"

"Those poor mortals go to their deaths. I fear for our prince."

"What of my Grandsons?" Celeborn asked, startling them both and drawing the
wrong conclusion from Laieth's statement as he returned from a rare ride with
his wife.

"The people of Edoras ride to Helm's Deep and the army of Saruman rides on them.
Not even a thousand good men; and this number includes children and the aged.
Their king refused any other council," Turin said as both he and Laieth mounted
their horses as Galadriel entered a few moments behind her husband.

"Ai," Celeborn says, shaking his head. He turned to help his wife off the horse
and she smiled at the kind gesture, though it vanished when she saw the distress
in his face. "We need to talk." She nodded as they walked together to their
talan.

"I would send the Mirkwood warriors," Galadriel said when Celeborn finished
explaining the situation.

"They have no will to fight. And who will lead them?"

"What do you propose?"

"Some sort of mixture, under the leadership of Haldir."

"But he has been distracted as of late."

"He is interested in Legolas."

"Ah, more Mirkwood elves should be like him."

"I agree."

"Yes he is quite docile, though I sense there is more to him. Haldir can have
him; Estel will not have a Mirkwood whore while married to my granddaughter. "
Galadriel sighed. "Sometimes I wish I forced Thranduil into service here. Then I
could have fostered that skill. That song struck my very core."

"It did; why did you save him?"

"He is tied to something that will reshape all of Arda. Without him my
departure…it seems impossible." Celeborn nodded; he knew of their impending
separation and though he did love the land, he couldn't understand how he could
choose it over her. They may not always agree but that was to be expected.

"We should go now; it will take time for the warriors to arrive." 

"Let us go."

The party from Lorien departed within the hour to join the battle at Helms Deep.
Celeborn and Galadriel were still together when the messenger from Rivendell
arrived. 

"An urgent message from Lord Elrond."

Galadriel stood. "I need to consult my mirror, I will discuss whatever this is
on my return." Celeborn nodded and took the parcel, breaking the seal open as
Galadriel swept out of the room. He
read the note, shocked.

How long had he wanted to do this but never had the courage? He wanted to
Sign it and send it back right away but he had to discuss this with his wife.

***********************

Legolas was the first to know. The smirk he had as he teased Gimli vanished and
his heart sank. The dead expression was back in his eyes before the man was off
his horse. The twins knew it next and they greeted Aragorn together.

"You're late."

"You look terrible." Aragorn grinned at them both and Legolas noticed that when
Elladan reached for the Evenstar, Elrohir stopped his hand.

"So what happened?" Elrohir asked.

"I took a ride off the side of a cliff. I saw Arwen." Aragorn mused.

"Where? In the water?"

"Some kind of dream I think, she told me to keep going. Legolas." Legolas walked
to Aragorn and was punched in the stomach. "You call that watching my back? I
could have died. I'd have a better chance of survival being defended by a little
girl. I swear if you're this horrible at the battle, you'll be sorry." Aragorn
raised his arm to punch Legolas again and was shoved to the floor by Gimli.
Aragorn stared in shock
at the dwarf.

"You are the dumbest man I have ever met. We are going into battle and you mean
to beat one of the few warriors we have! Touch him again and you will become
well acquainted with my axe!"

"How dare you!" Aragorn exclaimed as he stood.

"I will feel no grief as I feed you to my axe, though the blood of an orc would
be less foul."

"I am of the line of kings."

"You are of the line of asses!"

"I...you..." Aragorn started as Elrohir, tired of the argument, spun Aragorn
around and Elladan shoved him forward.

"For the mercy of our senses, go and bathe," Elladan whines. Once the man was
gone Gimli started laughing, slapping his knee.

"What's so funny?" Legolas asked.

"Me! Defending an elf! Ha!"

"I see," Elrohir grinned as he reached for Gimli's shoulder. He jumped back when
he was nearly sliced in half by Gimli's axe.

"What are you doing!" Elladan exclaimed, clutching his brother as if his life
depended on it.

"You two would allow Aragorn to do anything he wanted to Legolas. You two are
cowards."

"We..." Elladan started, stunned.

"Come Legolas, I want to see what kind of mail these humans have for a dwarf."

"I don't see armour for a man fitting a dwarf well. Unless they produce mail for
their children." Gimli looked at Legolas and burst into laughter slapping
Legolas on the back. Legolas smiled faintly in response and
spent the rest of the day with Gimli. They were still together when he heard it.
"That is no horn of men." Legolas said, wondering what on earth elves were doing
there. He went outside and met Haldir, who winked at him.

He stood beside Haldir and nodded minutely when Haldir asked to meet him in the
armoury.

Legolas stood in the armoury wondering what Haldir wanted. He hoped Aragorn
wouldn't choose this moment to come looking for him. Haldir entered the room and
hugged Legolas, who was surprised. Why would Haldir want to touch him?

"I want to take you away from that monster."

"Who?"

"That beast that claims to own you."

"You would have me?" Legolas asked, disbelieving.

"I would be honored; you deserve better than this half life."

"You would take me to Lorien?" Legolas asked, not willing to leave his father
even if it meant freedom from Aragorn.

"Yes, you will love it there. It is truly a beautiful land. Would you have me?"

"It is you that would have me. But what of Aragorn?"

"Galadriel will not allow you to remain in his...hold once he marries Arwen. And
if he tries to stop me I will cut him down with no remorse."

"You sound like Gimli.” Legolas flinched at the anger in Haldir's expression.
"He also threatened Aragorn for me."

"Ah, so there is some good in the dwarf. I must return to my men." Haldir looked
at Legolas and blushed slightly. "May I kiss you?" Legolas stared at Haldir.

"You do not have to ask." Haldir smiled and lightly pressed his lips to Legolas'
and growing bolder when Legolas parted his lips and his teeth. His tongue
invaded Legolas' mouth and he pulled Legolas against him, wrapping his fingers
in his hair. He pulled away, kissing Legolas' jaw before he released him,
panting slightly. "Thank you."

Legolas' eyes widened as Haldir left the room. He sat down on the floor and
wondered what this meant. Haldir seemed kind enough and he did ask first, but
Aragorn had also seemed tolerable at first. He knew so much better now. But
should he even worry about that? What if Aragorn refused or Haldir changed his
mind? Who would truly want a thing like him, even for a slave.

The door opened and Legolas stood up. Aragorn looked at him and shoved him
against the wall. "And what just happened here; you think Haldir loves you? Is
that why you are so eager to spread your legs for him?" Legolas shook his head.
There was only one person who loved him and it wasn't Haldir. Haldir wanted the
same thing Aragorn wanted; to claim him. The only difference was that Haldir
seemed to prefer gentleness.

"Has it been so long since you had me inside you?" Aragorn turned Legolas
around, pressing into his backside. "If only we had more time... hmm, Legolas?"
Aragorn slapped Legolas’ ass then walked out. A moment later he returned.

"Well maybe we do."

Legolas choked when the man forcefully shoved three fingers into his mouth. When
he didn't start sucking automatically Aragorn smirked.

'This is for you not me; I will do it either way." Legolas started sucking on
the digits, his eyes closed in shame. He didn't want to do this but he didn't
want it to hurt again. He had been hurting for so long. His body was enjoying
this respite from the pain. "Good boy."

Aragorn quickly pulled Legolas' leggings down and prepared him, leaving Legolas
with a dull throbbing sensation. Aragorn nipped on his ear and then he spiraled
out of reality. When Legolas finally returned to
himself, his leg was thrown over a small stack of crates and Aragorn was walking
out of the room.

Legolas pulled his leggings back up and looked up towards the small window. The
sun was setting the battle would begin soon. 

Bound 14/?

Thranduil was standing on Elrond's balcony, looking out towards the stables. He
had been there since Elrond had made his declaration, ignoring the celebrations
of *his* people below. He didn't acknowledge his so called change in status and
had barely said two words, being lost in memories. Bittersweet memories. 

-Flashback- 

Thranduil watched in horror as his father locked the shackles, placing the key
in the innermost fold of his armor. The Uruk-Hai were marching and he was
chained to Oropher's portable throne with mithril chains.

"You will not shame me on the battle field," Oropher said, calmly raising his
helm and exiting the tent. Thranduil lowered his head in defeat; glad that the
expensive lush robes he was given by the Uruk-Hai to wear at least hid his shame
if by chance anyone should come to see him. 

A moment later a form entered the tent. Thranduil watched as the dark haired elf
looked around perplexed, and Thranduil caught sight of the beautiful elf. 

"Can I help you?" Thranduil whispered. The elf looked up shocked and his eyes
widened even more when he saw the beauty splayed out on the floor beside the
ornate traveling throne. Oropher was constantly showing off his wealth in the
dumbest ways. What was this? A consort in the midst of war? 

"I was looking for the king." 

"Oh, he has just left. Who are you?" 

"Elrond. I bring a message from Gil-Galad. Who are you?" 

"I am Thranduil." 

"Do you know when your um…master will return?" 

"Father." 

"What?" Elrond asked, perplexed. 

"I prefer to call him Ada. It irritates him to no end," Thranduil said, smiling
slightly. 

"Oh! You are the prince. Why are you not preparing for battle?" 

"Because I will not lose my son in battle. You wanted to see me half-elf?" 

"My lord wants to..." 

Thranduil couldn't take his eyes off the elf; despite what his father said he
thought the Noldor were beautiful if Elrond was any example. He watched as
Elrond bowed and left the tent. Oropher marched over to Thranduil with anger in
his eyes. Thranduil scrambled as far back as his chains would allow before his
father landed the blows on all the parts of him that wouldn't show. 

"You weak, stupid, unfit thing! Woe is Mirkwood if it were to land in your
worthless hands. Do you now want to taint yourself further with Noldor scum? How
dare you shame me such?" Oropher stomped over to a chest and threw a parchment
at Thranduil who opened it slowly and read it with wide horror filled eyes. "You
will be of some use to me; that marriage will nearly double our wealth and maybe
you can at least provide me with a suitable heir." 

-End Flashback- 

"You were right, Ada; I am weak. I will never be fit to rule anything," he
whispered as he finally saw what he was looking for. He almost ran to the Hall
of Fire to wait for Turin and Laieth, never seeing Elrond who was starting to
seriously worry about his lover. 

Turin and Laieth looked around Rivendell, confused. Everyone seemed to be
celebrating. Every Mirkwood elf was. There were some very angry Rivendell
inhabitants lurking around, though. They ignored them and went into the Hall of
Fire where Thranduil was already waiting and Elrond was just entering. 

"He is fine; he sends his love," Turin said. 

"Good," Thranduil said, visibly relaxing. 

"Don't you think you should tell them?" Elrond asked. 

"Tell us what?" 

"Elrond has declared us free," Thranduil muttered. 

"So we are going back to Mirkwood?" Turin asked. 

"Then I guess its all right he already knows," Laieth added. 

"What does who know?" Thranduil asked as Turin glared at his lover. 

"Um... Legolas’ message; he said you would always be his king," Laieth replied. 

"You told him?!" 

"No, of course not my lord; maybe someone in Lorien?" Turin said quickly. 

"He went to Lorien?!" 

"Well, he is with the horse lords now." 

"Rohan? Where 10,000 blood thirsty Uruk-Hai' are attacking as we speak?"
Thranduil roared. 

"Why don't you go rest?" Elrond asked. ”You two look like you could use it.
Turin and Laieth did not need to be asked twice both exhausted and both slightly
fearful of giving their king bad news. They nodded and ran to their shared
quarters with the twins. 

"I cannot lose him, Elrond," Thranduil said as he collapsed against his lover. 

*********** 


"Dago han! Dago han! *Kill him!*" 

Legolas watched as the Uruk-Hai continued its relentless run. He knew the
creature should be dead; he didn't miss. Every part of him told him to run and
he didn't ignore the feeling. He tried to pull Aragorn with him and the man
shoved him aside as the Uruk-Hai finished his run. 

Legolas watched as the wall exploded, killing men, elves, and Uruk-Hai alike. He
completely lost sight of Aragorn as Legolas also went flying but landed with
Elven grace on another side of the wall. He saw Aragorn get up and order the
charge as he shot. Legolas went flying down the stairs as he shot arrow after
arrow into Uruk-Hai. 

He had to draw his knives for battle when the Uruk-Hai gathered too close.
Legolas sensed the Uruk-Hai behind him but would have turned a moment too late.
As it was when he did turn there was an elven arrow protruding from the
Uruk-Hai's chest. Haldir nodded to Legolas and in that split second, was
stabbed. 

Legolas' eyes widened in horror as Haldir killed his first attacker, and was
swaying slightly from what must have been the pain. Forgetting about his own
safety, Legolas quickly dropped his knives and drew his bow. He shot the
Uruk-Hai that held the upraised axe, but wondered if it was too little too late.
Haldir had no idea the Uruk-Hai was even there as he sank to his knees. Legolas
grabbed his knives as he ran up the stairs to Haldir, killing a few Uruk-Hai on
his way. 

"Legolas," Haldir gasped. 

"You should have been watching out for yourself; not me," Legolas said, kneeling
beside Haldir. 

"I couldn't... stay with me?" Legolas nodded as he pulled Haldir close, not
questioning why the elf wanted him of all people close; but who really wanted to
die alone? Legolas closed his eyes. If he was going to do this, he had no wish
to see the blow coming. 

"Legolas, please... will you sing for me?" Legolas looked up; there was no way
an Uruk-Hai wouldn't have taken advantage of this situation. But there were
about four elves defending them from the Uruk-Hai. 'They must not realize he is
dying.' 

"Yes," Legolas said, knowing at least that was something that always made people
feel better. 

As par to every time that Legolas sang, words came to him as he rocked Haldir
back and forth. The song started as a whisper for Haldir alone as one of their
elven defenders were slain. He watched the elf fall and then closed his eyes,
picturing his father. If he was going to die, that was the last face he wanted
to see. 

Catch me as I fall 
Say you're here and it's all over now 
Speaking to the atmosphere 
No one's here and I fall into myself 
This truth drives me into madness 
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away...if I will it all away 

Don't turn away 
Don't give in to the pain 
Don't try to hide 
Though they're screaming your name 
Don't close your eyes 
God knows what lies behind them 
Don't turn out the light 
Never sleep never die 

Legolas didn't notice as air around him changed, but felt Haldir getting colder
and his mind placed his father in Haldir's position. The thought of holding his
father's dying body, holding him, filled him with overwhelming grief and he
almost stopped until a weak hand started squeezing his. 

I 'm frightened by what I see 
But somehow I know that there's much more to come 
Immobilized by my fear 
And soon to be blinded by tears 
I can stop the pain if I will it all away...if I will it all away 

Haldir tried to squeeze Legolas' hand again as his weak strength started to fail
him and his pain started ebbing. If he still felt enough control of his facial
features, he may have smiled. Legolas' voice was a powerful magic, and even as
all feeling and all sound of battle faded, he could still hear it and he tried
his best to obey. 

Don't turn away 
Don't give in to the pain 
Don't try to hide 
Though they're screaming your name 
Don't close your eyes 
God knows what lies behind them 
Don't turn out the light 
Never sleep never die 

Legolas finally opened his eyes when he saw what felt like a blaze of blinding
light through his closed lids. Legolas looked and saw that he and Haldir were
encircled by glowing elves. But there was something strange about them. They
felled Uruk-Hai right and left and not a one of the foul creatures could enter
the circle. One turned to him and bowed before returning to the battle.

Legolas knew that face; it was the first elf that had fallen when protecting him
and Haldir. That wasn't possible. But the fact was that he could see the
Uruk-Hai clearly and it seemed that every moment more and more elves joined the
circle and each performed the same bow before entering the battle. Legolas
decided that he wanted to sing if for nothing else than to calm his pounding
heart. 

Fallen angels at my feet 
Whispered voices at my ear 
Death before my eyes 
Lying next to me I fear 
He beckons me shall I give in 
Upon my end shall I begin 
Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end 

Legolas felt as if he was going to fall over as the elves joined him in the
chorus despite their number sounding like an eerie choir whispering. The only
voice that didn't join the fray was Haldir's, who was completely still in
Legolas' arms. Another elf was standing before him, but this one was solid. He
didn't bow but tilted his head. 

His hair was jet black and his eyes were dark pools. His skin wasn't just pale;
it was white. His ears were pointed like an elf's but Legolas knew instinctively
he was anything but an elf. 

"You can't hold them, they belong with me," he said. Legolas stared.‘Hold who?'
Legolas wondered. "They are yours but they have passed to me. They must come to
my halls. They have dallied too long already. Finish your song." Legolas opened
his mouth and did as he was told. 

Don't turn away 
Don't give in to the pain 
Don't try to hide 
Though they're screaming your name 
Don't close your eyes 
God knows what lies behind them 
Don't turn out the light 
Never sleep never die 
Never sleep never die 
Never sleep 
Never die 

Exhaustion claimed Legolas then, as tendrils of the cold of Mandos' halls
touched him, drawing him dangerously close to death. He did not see the tide of
the battle change as Gandalf rode in with the Riders; nor did he see the
remaining Uruk-Hai being chased into a forest that hadn't been there hours
before. 

*********** 

Laieth stretched with a grin on his face. Despite their tiredness, he and Turin
had ravaged each other for most of the night. Turin was still asleep, an arm and
leg draped across Laieth. He started drawing lazy circles around Turin's back. 

"Met .e.eep," Turin mumbled, disentangling himself from Laieth and turning over,
falling back asleep instantly. Laieth sighed, stood, and opened the door to
their balcony. By the look of the sky, it was nearly midday. 

He looked down and saw Thranduil sitting under a tree, either asleep or staring
ahead blankly. Laieth was about to go back inside when he heard a voice of a
Maiden approaching. 

"What is the matter with you?! We are free now and you have not once addressed
your people. You mope around here like you are still in chains!" 

Thranduil looked up tiredly. "Leave me be." 

"Are you so sad to lose your title as Elrond's whore?" 

"Get out of my sight, wench! I did not make your sister leave yet you hate me
for it! It was a political marriage! I may have grown to love her in time but
she gave me Legolas and left! She refused to live in servitude, her son be
damned! As long as she held the title queen she could tolerate me! Once that was
gone she felt no desire to honor her bond." 

"Why would she stay for such a weak husband?" Thranduil stood then and pushed
past her. 

"Toss your self in Mt. Doom, why don't you?" He said before entering the Last
Homely House. She stared after him before looking up at Laieth who shook his
head at her before going back inside. 

"What's going on down there?" Turin whispered, yawing. 

"Nothing important; it's just Elani being her usual charming self." 

"I'll never understand how she can be so kind to Legolas and..." 

"Such a warg to the rest of us? Why don't you go back to sleep?" Laieth said
noticing, Turin's excessive yawning.

"I can't..." Turin started. 

"Why not?" Laieth asked as he was greeted by a rumbling from Turin stomach. "I
see. Let's go get you something to eat. You need to keep up your strength." 

"That I do. I'm surprised you let me be just now." 

"I can still remedy that," Laieth said, grinning and advancing on the bed. 

"Oh no you don't!" Turin exclaimed, jumping out of the bed and pulling on his
leggings. "I'm going to eat." 

Laieth pouted but handed his lover a tunic. "And what will I get?" 

Turin turned and caught his lover in a fierce kiss. Turin pulled away slowly.
"Do not blame me if you can't walk later." 

"Then we would be a matching pair," Laieth said to Turin who was currently
walking in a way that suggested he had spent too long on a horse or engaged in
other activities. 

They reached the kitchen and found Thranduil sitting alone sipping some tea. He
looked lost in thought and the pair sobered immediately, thinking they knew what
troubled their king. 

"Legolas will be fine; he has strong allies with him in the twins." 

"But that monster already took my father." 

Turin and Laieth exchanged a glance; both were there when Thranduil had ordered
Oropher's body brought to him, the pair being commissioned to the task. No one
had understood the request until they had returned with the body and Thranduil
had retrieved a key. It was then they had seen the chains that his robes had
concealed. They had never addressed the matter. 

"Um, my lord did you love your father?" Laieth asked and Turin nearly dropped
the bowl of fruit he had taken for his breakfast. 

"Of course I did; what kind of foolish question is that?" Thranduil asked,
angry. 

"He didn't mean offense by it, my lord," Turin started, trying to play
peacemaker. "It's just that we saw that your relationship was strained." 

Thranduil shook his head. "He was still my father. He was different before Nana
passed." Thranduil fell silent again and Turin and Laieth weren't sure on what
they should do. 

Elrond and Erestor entered the kitchen, deep in discussion. The two dark haired
elves looked at the trio questioningly but before the group could be addressed,
Elrond gasped and staggered. Thranduil rushed to his side and held him as
Elrond's eyes shut tightly in what seemed to be pain. He squeezed Thranduil's
hand before his features relaxed and he looked up into the two concerned faces. 

"Love, Erestor, I'm fine. I was taken by surprise, that is all," Elrond said as
Thranduil helped him to his feet. He looked about the kitchen and saw that Turin
and Laieth had started to prepare him some tea. He smiled at the kind gesture
and sat down. 

"By what?" 

"That old harpy, what else?! It's times like these I remember her relationship
to Feanor." 

"What did she do?" 

"Opened a mental link with me to rage and scream. It seems she is not taking my
decree well. Or that Celeborn agrees with me." 

"What will she do?" Thranduil asked, worried. 

"For now, nothing. I closed the connection before she could finish ranting and
raving. Celeborn will help keep her in check." 

"I think all this was a mistake. I do not want a war with Lorien because of it,"
Thranduil whispered. 

"We will deal with that when the time comes. Now, Thranduil, I think it's about
time you said something to everyone." 

"I know; but I'm not looking forward to it." 

*********** 

Elladan, Elrohir, and Gimli had been searching relentlessly since the battle
ended. They refused to give up trying to find any sight of Legolas. Aragorn was
absolutely no help, flirting horridly with Eowyn. Elladan had decided to go off
on his own and he was starting to feel this was hopeless as he climbed some
stairs. There was a surprisingly large number of dead Uruk-Hai up here. 

Elladan's heart skipped a beat when he saw the flash of green and the blonde
hair. He ran and started shouting for his brother. 

"Elrohir! Gimli! I found him!" Elladan fell silent then as he noticed two
things; Legolas' stillness and whom he was holding. "Oh no." 

"Elladan?" Elrohir asked as he came up the stairs with Gimli and Aragorn close
behind. Elladan didn't say anything as he pried Legolas off of Haldir and into
his arms. 

"Both him and Haldir," Elladan whispered as he finally separated the pair and
stood. 

Legolas felt cold and darkness receding from his body as he took a huge gasping
breath. Elladan was so stunned by the sudden life in the elf that he nearly
dropped him. Aragorn was the first to react, full of rage. He yanked Legolas out
of Elladan's hands and dropped him to the floor, knocking Elladan off balance
and causing him to fall off the wall. 

"Elladan!" Elrohir shrieked, noticing his brother's still form on the ground. He
instantly had Aragorn by the throat. "I'll kill you!" 

"Eh, Elf, he's moving," Gimli said, peering over the side. Elrohir tossed
Aragorn aside and accidentally shoved Gimli over. 

"Sorry," Elrohir yelled, already halfway down the stairs. 

"I'm okay!" Gimli called out as Aragorn staggered to his feet. He looked and saw
Legolas still on the floor and kicked the panting elf. Legolas rolled down the
stairs, still barely aware of what was going on around him. Aragorn ran down
after him and started kicking him and drew his sword screaming obscenities. 

It was then an arrow was placed at his throat. He rolled his eyes, believing it
to be one of his brothers. Then his eyes widened in fear when he realized he did
not know the blond haired elf standing before him or the other seven standing
behind him. 

"I hope you have a very good reason for molesting our prince, human," The elf
spat, his arrow not budging an inch.



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Title: Bound Prologue
Author: Blue Gold 
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net

Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn
leaves to go on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others
discover that Legolas is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them
from attacking him, Aragorn gives them permission to play with his
elf.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not own any of the characters in this story.
They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson. *Turin & Laieth are the only
characters out of my own head and look all they do is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, Rape, Abuse, Character
Death, Incest
Authors Notes:
* A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to
Cheysuli for being my beta as well and my second beta Sera. 
* Tracks by Evanescence used without permission. I also deleted one
word in 'Tourniquet' .
* The prologue takes place about 60 years before the Fellowship based
on Aragorn's age in the books. 
* Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't
work here, who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic. Be kind or at least constructive.
Bound 15

"I hope you have a very good reason for molesting our prince,
human," the elf spat, his arrow not budging an inch.

Aragorn put his hands up, looking at the disgruntled elf with a wry
smile. "Surely there isn't a problem?"

"Gag him before I kill him," the elf spat, kneeling beside
Legolas as Aragorn was manhandled. Legolas was curled up in a fetal
position and had his hands over his head. He flinched when the hand
touched him, but when no blows were forthcoming he looked up at the
smiling elf.

The elf lifted Legolas into his arms and Legolas' eyes widened in
pain before he fainted. The elf cast one more evil glare at Aragorn,
who was already bound and gagged.

"He's so small," another elf whispered, stroking Legolas'
hair. "Let's put them in the tent; we’ll deal with the human
later."

Elrohir helped a dazed Elladan to his feet as the elves took Aragorn
and Legolas away. Elladan teetered almost drunkenly; he smiled and
stroked Elrohir's cheek.

"So, bootiful, can we take a sleep. Tired now."

"No, Elladan, you can't; you hit your head and you have to stay
awake for me."

"Only for you," Elladan said with a tired smile.

"Yes," Elrohir said, sitting Elladan down and holding him
in his arms. "You just have to stay awake for a little while
longer."

***********

Thranduil stood just inside Elrond's study but he could hear the
elves from there. They were all gathered in the gardens below. He
kept readjusting the robes he was wearing; he hadn't put on such
clothing in thousands of years but he had accepted the gift from
Elrond without question. He had even put on the circlet.

“Would you like me to come with you?" Elrond asked.

"No, it's fine," Thranduil said, looking towards the
balcony. "Maleth, I think you should join me."

"Yes my lord.”

Thranduil wrinkled his nose at the comment as if he had smelled
something foul but said nothing as he approached the balcony. He
stepped forward and a hush fell over the elves. Thranduil looked at a
sea of faces that, for the most part, he had tried his best to avoid.

"As you all already know, the servitude we have endured under
the Rivendell elves has come to an end and we are free to do as we
please. There is still work to be done to get those in Lorien the
same freedom but for now I say, we will return to Mirkwood. We will
go home."

Elrond was stunned. When he had decided to end this farce he hadn't
ever thought it would mean Thranduil would leave him. His hand
instantly reached for his pocket and he was about to step forward
when Erestor put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook his head.

"If... no, when Legolas returns, we will depart. You have until
that day to gather your belongings, what ever little that may be.
Hopefully, the quest will be successful and
it will be a peaceful wood we return to and not one in the shadow of
the Dark Lord. Enjoy your last few weeks, or however long the case
may be, here in Rivendell and know that we will go home."

The elves cheered then although some of the younger elves couldn't
truly remember their true home. Turin and Laieth, who were watching
this with a measure of detachment, wondered if it could be so easy.
They remembered the time they had spent in Lorien, no matter how
short, and found it hard to believe Galadriel would be as easy to
persuade as Elrond.

They and all the other elves watched as Elrond stepped onto the
balcony. He stood beside Thranduil, dressed in his regal best. He
smiled at Thranduil who looked at him, confused.

"I should have done this a long time ago," Elrond started
then continued in a louder voice for all the elves to hear.
"King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, will you bond yourself to
me Elrond Half-Elven Lord of Imladris, as you have long ago claimed
my heart." There was a deep silence as everyone awaited
Thranduil's answer, all believing that they knew it.

Thranduil looked at Elrond's loving gray eyes and open expression and
shook his head. For a moment Elrond didn't move. It was as if he
didn't understand the motion.

"No," Thranduil whispered and Elrond's face fell. He
couldn't believe he could be in this much pain. He had thought he
felt as bad as he ever could when Celebrian shunned his very touch.
Elrond could read nothing from Thranduil's expressionless green eyes
and fled the balcony before he could make any more of a fool of
himself.

Thranduil turned his attention to the elves below and all had
expressions of shock and fear written on their faces. It took
Thranduil a minute to recognize the fear and he closed his eyes.
These elves didn't know Elrond at all if they thought he would change
his mind. His eyes caught Turin and Laieth, who looked stunned, and
then he saw Elani who was wearing a smile of triumph. 

***********

Dawn rose and Legolas' eyes filled with awareness. Even though he had
slept for most of the day and night, he still felt tired, but a
movement to his right had him tilt his head. He was stunned to see a
bound and gagged Aragorn staring at him. Legolas sat up instantly and
whimpered when he felt pain shooting through his entire upper body.

He looked down at his bare chest and saw that it was nearly
completely black and blue. Legolas was worried that he couldn't
remember what had happened. A muffled grunt from Aragorn caught his
attention and he looked up. He stood and nearly fell over before he
crawled over to the human and removed the gag.

"What happened?" Legolas asked, already reaching for the
binds on his hand.

"Just hurry before they come back."

"Were we captured?"

"What have I told you about talking?" Aragorn asked as
Legolas worked on his feet. Legolas blinked as his vision started to
dim. He finished the bonds and slumped onto the human. "Stupid
elf," Aragorn muttered when he heard voices. The elves were
returning to their tent. He looked at Legolas' limp form; they would
kill him for harming their ‘precious’ prince. 

He lifted Legolas into his arms as a plan formed in his head. He
placed Legolas back on the cot and sat on it as well, resting
Legolas' head in his lap. He started stroking the blond hair and in
his sleep, Legolas smiled as dreams of Thranduil came to him.

"What in Arda? Who freed him?!"

"What kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time,
little brother?" Elladan asked as he entered the tent with
Elrohir, the other elves following close behind.

"Who are these crazy elves?" Aragorn asked the twins,
annoyed.

"What are you doing?" Elrohir asked, suspicious of
Aragorn's seemingly gentle actions towards Legolas.

"These crazy elves, as you like to call them, are the best
Mirkwood warriors from Lorien. Seems Galadriel sent about three
actual Lorien warriors and sent Mirkwood warriors to what she was
sure would be their deaths. You have got to love Grans," Elladan
said sarcastically. "And they don't take too kindly to you
molesting Legolas."

"Why? He's my elf," Aragorn said, giving up the act and
standing, dropping Legolas' sleeping head none too gently, waking
him. He moaned as the Mirkwood elves approached him.

"My prince, are you alright?"

Legolas looked up at the elf, confusion written all over his features.

"Prince?! Ha! The only princes here are them," Aragorn
said, pointing at the twins as another elf drew his dagger and
pointed it at Aragorn's heart.

"Uh, maybe for once in your life you should shut up, for your
own safety," Elladan said, gently pointing the knife away from
Aragorn's heart.

"Don't mind him, but you may want to explain to Legolas,"
Elrohir said.

"I know what he means; Gandalf told me," Legolas said.
"I didn't believe him."

"It's true, my prince; do you think just anyone could call the
feat of fallen elves to him?" Gandalf asked, entering the tent
with Merry and Pippin in tow. "It takes a truly special elf to
cause such a stir that Mandos himself comes to make order
again."

"Legolas!" Pippin shrieked running over to the elf. He
stopped dead, until Merry bumped into him, seeing all the bruises.

"It is nothing; I have survived worse," Legolas said,
looking for a tunic to calm the Hobbits fears. Elrohir handed it to
him while Pippin walked over to Aragorn and kicked him in the shin
before running to hide behind Merry.

"Stupid Hobbit,” Aragorn said rubbing his shin.

"Oh, yeah! You smell!" Pippin said with a smile of triumph,
though he continued to cling to Merry.

"Well he always smells," Elladan said, taking a liking to
the small creatures instantly.

"Well, there are things that must be discussed. Aragorn, you are
an important piece in all of this."

"Well of course I am; I'm going to be king and all."

"Why Sauron fears you, I will never know," Gandalf muttered
into his beard.

***********

"Ada?" Arwen asked pushing open the door to Elrond's
private chambers. She found her father sitting in his favorite chair
across from a blonde. "Oh hello, Thranduil. Ada, I really need
to discuss..." Arwen turned her head, actually looking at the
other elf. "Glorfindel? I'm sorry."

"It's alright; he is, after all, your father's preferred
blond."

"Is there something you wanted to discuss, daughter?"
Elrond asked, putting his own troubles aside. He had finally
convinced Arwen not to renounce her immortality until the day she and
Aragorn were wed, but he still wondered why he bothered. It did not
seem as if Aragorn would fail.

"It's about Aragorn," Arwen said, taking the chair
Glorfindel had just vacated.

"I'll be back shortly," Glorfindel said with a nod.

"What about him?"

"Don't you think you should take him the sword, ada?"

"Sword,”

"You know what the prophecy says; he needs it. Have the smiths
remake it. They have the skill."

"Why are you so sure he will succeed?"

"I have faith in him, ada. You should too."

"I find it hard to put my faith in anything. Things I thought I
knew to be the truth are lies. I just don't understand,” Elrond said
his voice from cracking.

"Ada, did something happen?"

"Oh, you did not see your father make a fool of himself before
all of Mirkwood?" Elrond shook his head. "It matters not.
You will not reconsider? You will not take the ship?"

"Ada, please," Arwen said when a timid knock sounded.

"Enter," Elrond called and the door was slowly pushed open.
A very timid looking Thranduil entered, looking as if he wanted the
ground to swallow him whole. 

"I think we need to talk," Thranduil whispered.

"Why? You made your feelings perfectly clear."

"That had nothing to do with my feelings. I have a duty now, you
saw to that," Thranduil said, sounding strangely empty. “There
is no way."

"Arwen, commission the smiths. We will talk more later.” Arwen
nodded and fled the room in near glee. "Why is there no
way?" Elrond asked, looking at Thranduil.

"You made me king again; I have to go back to Mirkwood and you
will stay here. There is no reason to delude ourselves."

"Are you saying you love me?" Elrond asked, standing.

"Of course, I love you. How could I not? I have been in love
with you since I first laid eyes on you," Thranduil started,
angrily brushing the tears out of his eyes. "Its just..."
Thranduil was stopped when Elrond possessively kissed him.

"Thranduil, everyday more and more elves leave me. I have no
idea if it is from fear or weariness. But soon I will have no realm
to rule. I had every intention of asking you to sail west with me,
but then I realized how unfair this was. An elf that was leaving
wanted to take their elf with them. Her family would have remained in
Rivendell and she would have arrived in Valinor as a slave. I could
not allow such a thing. It was then I realized how unfair it was and
had to put it to an end. I tend to forget we are not the norm."

"So... you... you'll come to Mirkwood?"

"I would wear a dress and be called Queen if necessary,"
Elrond said and smiled at Thranduil's astounded expression. "If
your eyes were blue, I would swear you were your son." 

"So we will be bonded?" Thranduil whispered.

"Yes. I suppose you would want to wait for Legolas?"

"No, we can do it as soon as possible," Thranduil said as
Elrond grinned. "What?"

"Now?"

"Now?!"

"Yes, I'm sure the Mirkwood elves are still gathered. It is
simply a formality," Elrond said with a grin, pulling Thranduil
out of the room and nearly knocking over Glorfindel who had returned
with tea. 

"What is going on?" Glorfindel asked trying not to drop the
tray.

"Elrond has lost his mind. He wants to be bonded now."

"Excellent,” Glorfindel said with a smile.

A half-hour later Thranduil couldn't believe it. He was standing
facing Arwen as she preformed the bonding ceremony. There had been a
momentary panic on who would do it, as it was a task usually left to
Kings, and Arwen had stepped forward, claiming even if she wasn't a
queen yet, she was still the Lady of Imladris.

Thranduil watched as she deftly folded the cloth, white with silver
embroidery, around Elrond and Thranduil's joined hands.

"May the Valar bless your union," Arwen said with a smile.
"Well, come on; kiss!”

"Arwen! I really-“ Elrond started but was silenced when
Thranduil put a hand to his face and kissed him. The elves gathered
below stared to cheer along with the ones gathered on the balcony.
Erestor, Glorfindel, Maleth, Turin, Laieth, and Lindir, who broke out
in song, raised their wineglasses in a toast.

"I now present King Thranduil of Mirkwood and his husband, Lord
Elrond," Arwen yelled over the cheering and the roar seemed to
increase.

"So what do we do now, husband?" Elrond whispered.

"I have an idea," Thranduil answered nipping on Elrond's
ear. Elrond bit his lip to keep from moaning and once Arwen removed
the ceremonial band the two ran off like children, much to everyone's
amusement.

Thranduil started pulling off his robe before Elrond had even
finished shutting the door to the outer room of his chambers. He
watched Thranduil as he rubbed his arms, shaking his head. Thranduil
turned around and Elrond arched one perfect eyebrow in question.

"How do you wear those things? They are so itchy."

"You sound like Elladan," Elrond said, following Thranduil
into the bedroom. He watched as Thranduil pulled off his soft calf
high boots and he did the same. Elrond pulled off his robe and was
taken by surprise when Thranduil grabbed him by the waist and led him
to the bed. Thranduil shoved Elrond down before climbing onto his
husband.

"Elrond, I want to hear you scream."

"You should know by now that I'm not one for screaming."

"Well, husband mine, there's a first time for everything."

Thranduil started to kiss Elrond then, fighting a dual for dominance
with their tongues. They finally broke apart, both elves panting from
lack of air. Thranduil smiled as he hovered over his lover, as if
deciding what part of Elrond to taste first. He finally decided on a
different course and started untying Elrond’s leggings. Elrond lifted
his hips to help his lover slide them off his toned body.

Thranduil smiled at Elrond's erection then spread Elrond's legs and
licked his way up his thighs. It caused Elrond to shiver and the
muscles in his legs to twitch. Clearly pleased with the reaction,
Thranduil continued his ministrations, moving to the other leg as
Elrond groaned.

"Thranduil, stop teasing me."

"Shh, don't make me gag you."

"You would never." Elrond was silenced by a kiss.

"Shh," Thranduil whispered, slowly licking and kissing his
way down his lover's jaw, making his way down his neck to his chest.
With a secret smile, he bit down lightly and Elrond gasped and arched
into the bite. Elrond's hands went around Thranduil and settled on
his lower back, pulling Thranduil down against Elrond's ignored
arousal.

Thranduil allowed himself to be lost in the sensations along with
Elrond, who groaned at the feel of the coarse fabric of his lover's
clothes against his naked flesh. Elrond's groan brought Thranduil
back to himself and with a large amount of self-control, stilled his
lover's thrusting hips and pulled away.

"Patience, my dear Elrond."

"I want to enjoy my wedding night," Elrond growled, pulling
Thranduil down again.

"Night? Husband of mine, it's the middle of the day,"
Thranduil replied, prying Elrond's hands off his back and leaning
down to tease a nipple with his tongue, eliciting another groan from
his lover. "Now behave," Thranduil said as he moved to the
other nipple and lightly bit this one in his play.

Thranduil looked up to see Elrond's eyes closed in his passion.
Thranduil licked his way to Elrond's navel, teasing the soft flesh.
Elrond was practically purring and he took pity on his aroused lover,
licking the tip of his flesh. Elrond bucked automatically and
Thranduil, used to the reaction, placed both hands on his hips to
hold him down.

Thranduil hollowed out his cheeks and swallowed his husband to the
root, eliciting a deep moan from his lover. His head bobbed up and
down until he was sure Elrond was at the brink then stopped and
pulled away. This time Elrond looked at him with such a pleading
expression he couldn't deny his lover. He smiled and placed a
placating kiss on his lips before reaching for the small vial of oil.

He coated his fingers and slowly slid a finger into his lover. He
bent his finger and another wild buck told him he had found what he
was searching for. He slipped in another finger and started
scissoring them, making sure to thoroughly prepare Elrond for what he
was about to do. A third finger slipped in and Elrond could take no
more.

"Please."

"Anything, love," Thranduil whispered, removing his
fingers. He slid into Elrond in one smooth thrust and waited. The
gray eyes blazed into his own as he started moving, setting a slow
pace. He leaned forward to kiss Elrond as he continued to thrust.
"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Elrond replied through pants as every
thrust hit his prostate. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Faster, love; harder," Elrond whispered and Thranduil was
happy to oblige.

The next few thrust drove Elrond over the edge and Thranduil stopped
enjoying the muscles contracting around him. Once Elrond had ridden
out his orgasm, with a few more thrusts, 
Thranduil came deep within his lover. Thranduil collapsed on Elrond,
letting the feeling wash over him. After a few more moments, he
pulled his sated sex from Elrond's body and collapsed beside him.

Elrond instantly wrapped him in his arms, even throwing a leg around
him. He was about to slip off into sleep when a knock sounded. Elrond
growled in annoyance.

"This better be about the end of Middle Earth itself."

"It's about a famed reformed sword," Glorfindel called with
some mirth in his voice. "As for the end of Middle Earth, I hear
it can go either way."

Elrond sighed and with a sheepish look, climbed out of bed and
grabbed a robe.

"I will try to be quick."

"I'm not going anywhere," Thranduil stated with a yawn.
Elrond reached down and kissed his husband then left the room to
speak with Glorfindel.
Chapter 16


*Movie lines from CoE script*

Aragorn stood at the entrance to the Paths of the Dead, looking at
the bleary route fearfully. Behind him stood the twins who were
shifting nervously and holding hands; Gimli was standing beside
Legolas, muttering into his beard and Legolas had no expression or
readable expression on his slightly bruised face.

“Legolas go first,” the man said. The elf shrugged and started
walking forward until Elrohir grabbed his arm.

“Doesn’t it worry you?”

“Why should I fear the dead?”

Aragorn frowned and held up his new sword. It had been a huge
surprise to see Elrond though he could tell that the lord was
distracted. He thought back to it and decided Elrond had been his
usual poofy self.

“Estel, this is Andúril, Narsil reformed, sword of kings. Like the
line that was broken, it too has been remade. You will need this to
succeed in your quest.” 

“Okay,” Aragorn said. “So you came all this way to give me a sword?
Not that I’m complaining since I know you have an entire realm to run
and all.”

“There is more that I need to tell you before I return. Sauron's
armies march on Minas Tirith;this you know. But in secret he sends
another force which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair
ships sails from the south. They'll be in the city in two days.
You're outnumbered; you need more Men.

“Where? Do you expect me to pull elves out of a hat? Some of the ones
at the deep were crazy.” Elrond ignored the statement and continued
speaking.

“The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an
army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the
Ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road.” 

“Um, but it looks strange with that green mist, ada; do I have to?” 

“No, you don’t have to. But don’t expect to become king then,” Elrond
said simply.

“Fine Ada, I’ll take the path and get the ghosts to swear their
allegiance. Why is it so hard to be king?”

“I don’t know. Well, I must be off,” Elrond said with a strange grin.
“Don’t die on me,” he added giving Aragorn a quick hug.

Aragorn left the tent behind and ran into Eowyn as he made his way
across the camp.

“Why are you doing this? The war lies to the east; you cannot leave
on the eve of battle. You cannot abandon the Men.”

“Eowyn,” Aragorn started.

“We need you here.”

“Eowyn, I was adopted by the elves when I was a young child. That
hooded figure that just left was Lord Elrond of Rivendell. What I
tell you now does not go past us lest I fail. There are ships coming
to attack as well; we are vastly outnumbered. We need everyone we can
find. I go to gather our last hope, in a matter of speaking.” 

“But where will you find these men?”

“I have said too much already. But let this be known: if I fail, I
leave behind what is truly fair in all of Middle Earth.”

She had kissed him then, a light peck and even now Aragorn’s hand
went up to his cheek despite the fact the kiss had been hours ago.

Aragorn blinked, returning to the present and he realized he was
alone. He quickly ran onto the path, his sword waving in front of
him. He had just passed in front of Legolas when the air around them
changed and it suddenly got brighter. 

******

Elrond arrived back in Imladris and as he entered the haven, he was
greeted with empty houses as he rode to the Last Homely House with a
small escort. The Mirkwood inhabitants now out numbered those of
Imladris three to one. 

It was somewhat of a surprise, though he did not blame the elves. He
knew the only thing keeping him from sailing west was Thranduil. He
smiled as he thought of his husband and his grin broadened until he
heard the shouting. 

“He will lord over us just like he does here!”

"He will do no such thing!”

“I can’t believe for a moment you had a spine. How foolish of me.”

“Elani, get out of my sight. It's no wonder your keeper was the first
to flee for the peace Valinior provides. It is too bad she did not
take your foul tongue with her.” With that said Thranduil turned and
marched off.

Elrond grinned as he passed Elani and followed after his lover. He
saw Thranduil standing at the door to the twins' chambers with a
slight grin. 

“They mate like rabbits don’t they?”

Thranduil whirled, his grin expanding as he crushed Elrond to him.
“They are in love,” Thranduil whispered as Elrond turned him, pushing
him against what he thought was the wall and they both stumbled into
the room.

Turin’s head snapped up and he stared at the two elves as Laieth
continued to writhe beneath him. 

“Hello,” Turin said with a warm smile as the lords blushed.

“Turin!” Laieth gasped and Turin thrust without looking at his lover.

“Yes?” He asked as his hips seem to move of their own accord in and
out of Turin, whose subsequent moans went straight to Elrond and
Thranduil’s groins.

“Sorry. Don’t we have a honeymoon to finish?” Thranduil said and,
turning Elrond around, lead him out of the room, winking at Turin.

Laieth wasn’t too far gone to not notice the hand that slipped out
from under the pillow. He lifted the pillow and shook his head. “And
you say I’m violent.”

“Who has an axe under his pillow and a short blade behind the
headboard?” Laieth rolled his eyes and Turin responded with a slow
agonizing thrust.

“Damn you,” Laieth growled and was rewarded with a bitten nipple. 

*****

Elladan stared at Aragorn; he would have never believed that the
human had it in him. He had actually taken on the king of the dead
and won. Now they were on their way with a hoard of ghost to take
oversome ships. He had actually been the noble vision of a king of
men and it was unnerving to believe Aragorn had it in him.

“Dear, dear baby brother, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Elladan
said, clasping him on the shoulder. 

“I am a future king,” Aragorn said indignantly and the twins rolled
their eyes.

“Woe is the race of men,” Gimli said simply.

Legolas was the only one with no expression on his face as he
continued to row the tiny boat. The ghosts had gone ahead and were
now steering the boats as if nothing had changed. As par to Elrohir’s
plan, the orcs would not know what hit them until it was too late.
They would believe their allies had arrived.

They climbed onto the lead ship and hid out below deck. The only
light was the eerie green glow but it was enough to see each other.
Everyone was silent until Aragorn started moving towards Legolas.

“Can we save Middle Earth from darkness first? Just maybe?” Elrohir
asked, annoyed. Aragorn frowned but stopped advancing on Legolas.

A few minutes later, the boat thudded onshore and the five companions
made their way to the battle. The madness that followed was nothing
short of an instant turn of the tide on the side of Gondor as the
ghost emerged from the ship.

Gimli stared in awe as Legolas killed a Oliphaunt. He continued to
stare as the elf slid off the dying beast’s trunk and landed beside
him.

“Elves,” the dwarf muttered shaking his head though he smiled at
Legolas who was looking around. Gimli followed Legolas’ eye and saw
that thanks to the advantage provided by the dead, the battle was
nearly done. “Aye, laddie; it is nearly done over.”

“Not nearly; Barad-Dur still stands, the eye is still watching, and
Frodo may yet be lost.”

Gimli stared at Legolas and sighed. The elf was right; there was
still so much left to do. This was just a small battle in comparison
to what was left ahead of them. The Dark Lord himself.

“Come, friends, it is not over yet,” Gandalf said, leading them into
the strong hold as they made their way through the wounded. The other
soldiers were picking through them and Legolas was stunned to see
Pippin tending to what looked like a nearly dead Merry. He also
recognized Eowyn and wondered what foe the female warrior had faced. 

“Together, young Meriodic and the Lady Eowyn defeated the Witch King,
that who could not be felled by any man.”

“Poor lad. The Wraith is lucky he is dead or he would have felt the
sting of a dwarven blade. For I am no man.”

Gandalf simply smiled and continued to walk with them.

They entered the hall where Aragorn, the twins, and Eomer were
already waiting. Gimli looked at everyone, shrugs and plops down into
the Steward’s chair. He knew he would want to be sitting down by the
time this conversation was over. 

“Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening,”
Gandalf stated.

“If Sauron had the Ring we would know it,” Elrohir stated.

“It's only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but
behind the walls of Mordor, our enemy is regrouping,” Gandalf said. 
“Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?” Aragorn asked.

“Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom.
I've sent him to his death,” Gandalf said with a defeated sigh.
” No. There's still hope for Frodo. He needs time, and safe passage
across the Plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that,” Elladan
stated.

“How?” Aragorn asks.

“We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms,” Eomer stated.

“Not for ourselves, but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep
Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves,”
Elrohir says.

“A diversion,” Aragorn exclaimed.

“An idiot,” Gimli replied. “Certainty of death. Small chance of
success. What are we waiting for?”

The small troop of men made their way to the Black Gate, none truly
understanding what they were doing. Aragorn rode in the lead, wearing
the garb of the king. When Aragorn had emerged in his new garb, Gimli
and the twins had nearly fallen over each other in fits of laughter. 

Now they were slightly ahead of the force as Aragorn called out to
Saruron. It was ironic; the fool was perfect for the job. Slap on
some kingly armor and he believed he was the be all end all and
Sauron had every reason to fear him and less than a score of troops. 

Elladan could have laughed at the “commanding” image of his little
human brother if he did not believe that at any moment he would
surely be fighting for his life. He watched as the Black Gate opened
and scores of orcs, so many that he could not see the end, appeared. 

The only dark creatures that were not present were the Nazgul; could
just be made out in the blackened sky heading towards Mt. Doom.
Eagles followed close behind to destroy the remaining foul creatures
and their fell mounts.

At the sight, even “brave” King Aragorn faltered. But he would not be
shown up by an elf who drew his bow despite the overwhelming odds.
Elladan could have kissed Legolas then. He turned to Elrohir and his
brother had the same expression on his face.

It was then Aragorn’s voice rung clear through the air. “Hold the
Line! Hold the line!” 

Before any call to arms could be sounded, a rumble started within
Barad-Dur. The few humans watched in shock as the Dark Lord's tower
collapsed into itself. The orcs not swallowed by the subsequent sink
hole fled from the humans. They watched as a battle that they could
have never won was won for them by truly the most unlikely of
creatures.



Title: Bound 17/17
Author: Blue Gold 
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Boromir, Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir,
Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, *Turin/Laieth
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mirkwood elves are kept as pleasure slaves. When Aragorn leaves to go
on the quest, he takes Legolas with him. When the others discover that Legolas
is a slave, they confront Aragorn. To keep them from attacking him, Aragorn
gives them permission to play with his elf.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not own any of the characters in this story. They are
owned by Tolkien/Jackson. *Turin & Laieth are the only characters out of my own
head and look all they do is have sex hmmm..
Warning: Non-Consensual Sexual Situations, Rape, Abuse, Character Death, Incest
Authors Notes:
* A response to the plot bunny by Cheysuli. Special thanks to Cheysuli for being
my beta as well. 
* Tracks by Evanescence used without permission. I also deleted one word in
'Tourniquet' .
* The prologue takes place about 60 years before the Fellowship based on
Aragorn's age in the books. 
* Now I know elves die if they are raped but of course that wouldn't work here,
who wants a sex slave that dies on you?
Feedback: Please My first LOTR fic. Be kind or at least constructive.
A/N: A sequal is in the works by the name of 'Remember Me'

Chapter 17 + Epilogue 

Legolas sat with Frodo as the hobbit gained some much deserved rest. He had yet
to awaken since the ring had been cast into the fires of Mt. Doom. Legolas had
accepted this post so Sam could get some well earned rest, promising to wake the
overprotective hobbit if Frodo so much as twitched.

Currently he was humming nonsense syllables as it seemed Frodo was having a
disturbing dream. Slowly the tension vanished from his face as he smiled and
whispered a single word before he sunk into a deeper sleep.

“Sam.”

Legolas smiled and turned as the door opened. His smile remained on his face as
he prepared to reprimand a hobbit who should have still been in bed. So he was
confused for a moment when he saw a leather clad crotch.

He looked up and his face went blank. Aragorn stood there with a feral grin on
his face and a finger to his lips.

“I thought that dwarf would never leave your side,” Aragorn said, advancing on
Legolas, who remained seated. “Well, come on; off with your leggings. And you
will be extra quiet won’t you? You wouldn’t want to wake dear Frodo.”

Legolas sighed and reached for the fastening to his tunic. 

“No, no just push your leggings down; this door has no lock.”

******

“Samwise, what are you doing out of bed?” Gandalf asked.

“I wanted to check on Mr. Frodo. I just don’t feel right leaving him alone when
he hasn’t woken up yet. It was so hard on him.”

“Legolas is with him,” Gandalf pointed out. 

“I know. I will just take a small look, then I will go to bed, I swear,” Sam
said and Gandalf smiled at the concerned hobbit.

A few minutes later the twins, who had just emerged from their own room, were
stunned as Sam barreled past them and went into the room Merry and Pippin were
sharing. They stood in the doorway as an equally stunned Merry and Pippin stared
from where they were snacking in bed. 

“Of all the…with Mr Frodo in the room trying to recover he is!” Sam grabbed a
frying pan and started marching down the hall, never noticing the twins or Merry
and Pippin. The twins glanced at the hobbits and each took a hobbit in their
arms and ran after Sam.

They reached the door just in time to hear the impact of the pan on the side of
the of Aragorn’s head. The human slumped forward on top of Legolas who remained
still.

“Master Legolas?”

“I’m fine,” Legolas said, sliding out from under Aragorn, standing and pulling
his leggings back up as Sam blushed.

“Wow I swear, hobbits are amazing. They are just full of surprises,” Elladan
said to Elrohir as he looked down at Pippin in his arms who was beaming.

“Why are you carrying us?” Merry asked.

“You have just left the infirmary, and I don’t know because I wanted to carry a
hobbit?” Elladan replied.

Sam turned to the foursome and smiled. He never saw the fist that hit him in the
stomach as Aragorn stood. Almost too fast to follow, Aragorn was pinned to the
wall by the throat by Legolas. Aragorn stared in shock at Legolas who didn’t
blink or otherwise acknowledge Aragorn.

“What is…” a tiny voice rasped and all heads snapped towards the bed where Frodo
was attempting to sit up. Merry and Pippin scrambled out of the twins arms. 

“Frodo!” They exclaimed in unison as Legolas dropped the wheezing human, barely
noticing the fact that he had nearly killed him. Aragorn drew his dagger and
advanced on Legolas.

“I’d rethink that laddie, if you like your manly parts,” Gimli said, entering
the room with his axe in hand, despite the fact he was wearing no armor. Aragorn
growled, sheathed his dagger and stomped out of the room.

“Oh, dear brother,” Elladan called as Elrohir laughed, drawing his fingers
together to show something tiny. “You may want to tuck little Aragorn in before
you go out in public.” Aragorn fumed as he tucked his himself in and continued
to walk.

Frodo neither noticed nor cared as he was hugged by the fellowship. Frodo did
however notice the twins, who stepped to either side of the door as the last
member of the fellowship entered.

“Gandalf,” Frodo whispered, looking up at the wizard as Sam supported him.

*******

Aragorn found himself in the healing wing of the castle in a private section for
Faramir and Eowyn. Merry and Eowyn had healed well, and Eowyn was sitting on her
sick bed with Eomer who were both watching Faramir sleep.

“How is he?” Aragorn asked.

“He just ate; he is simply still weak,” Eowyn whispered.

“What happened to your neck?” Eomer asked, never having taken a liking to
Aragorn after their first introduction, despite his sister’s praise. “Looks like
someone decided to end your life.”

“Nothing,” Aragorn growled, turning to leave.

“Eomer!” Eowyn exclaimed, striking his arm.

“I told you I do not trust him, anyone who treats a wounded ally like that is…”

“That elf was terrible, you should have heard how he spoke of Boromir’s death.
Was Boromir not your friend?”

“Yes, but I knew his weakness’ as well.”

“Aragorn is a good man, brother.” 

“Faramir is a good man. I fear that one may make us all wish for the days of
Denethor again.”

“No one could be that bad,” Eowyn replied.

“We shall see, sister. We shall see.”

*****

Thranduil stretched lazily as Elrond stirred. They were every bit the newly
married couple; sneaking off in the middle of the day, kissing in public and
staying up every night, enjoying each other as if it was the first time.

“You awake?” Thranduil whispered, tracing small circles on Elrond’s chest.

“Mmmm,” Elrond muttered.

“You know, I never asked. Was Legolas surprised when you told him?”

“Told him?” Elrond asked, confused.

“About his freedom?”

“Well, I didn’t actually see him.”

“How did Aragorn take it then?”

“Um…” Elrond started, trying to look anywhere but at his husband.

“Did you tell anyone?”

“Um…”

“Oh, I don’t believe this,” Thranduil exclaimed, getting out bed.

“Calm down! It's just a few more days; I didn’t even see my own children.”

“Why not? Why were you in such a rush?” Thranduil asked and Elrond blushed.

“I wanted to come back,” Elrond whispered. Thranduil turned to his saddened,
guilty looking husband and frowned. He wanted to stay angry, at least for a few
minutes. He sighed and slipped back into bed.

*****

Aragorn quickly gathered his belongings and marched into the room where Frodo
was recovering. He pulled Legolas by the hair none to gently.

“We’re leaving,” he growled, glaring at those who were gathered in the room.

“And where are you going Kingy?” 

“My wedding,” Aragorn snarled at his brother.

“Did you hear that? We’re all going to a wedding,” Elrohir said calmly, glaring
daggers at Aragorn.

“Fine,” he muttered.

Hours later, four hobbits, three elves, a dwarf, an istar and a very annoyed
king of Men began their travels back to Rivendell. They had been given horses as
gifts and even the hobbits had ponies to ride as the people of Gondor were eager
to see their king return with his beautiful queen. 

Through Gimli’s constant watch along with that of the twins, Aragorn never had a
chance to go near Legolas on the road. But now that the quest was over, Legolas
seemed to be shutting down. Not fading exactly, but he seemed like the elf that
had been there the first few days of the quest.

This time the other’s realized that it was not elven haughtiness but a defeated
acceptance of the hand he had been dealt by fate. The closer he got to
Rivendell, the harder they had to work to get him to even react to all those
around him.

When they finally did arrive at the elven haven, the twins looked around,
perplexed.

“What in Arda?” Elladan whispered, noticing the lack of elves about. They had
left a large lively kingdom behind them months ago and now this. It looked as if
no one was left. He shrugged and continued to the private stables as Elrohir
pulled up beside him.

“Seems they didn’t have much faith in the success of this quest.”

“With Aragorn in charge can you blame them?” Elladan asked. They dismounted and
waited for the others. Elladan snarled when Aragorn gave Legolas every one of
his packs to carry to his room.

The shabby fellowship made it into the great hall and found many of the
*missing* elves. The Mirkwood elves were all dressed for travel and the Imladris
elves looked ready for a celebration. 

Thranduil moved quickly from Elrond’s side and approached his son, ignoring
Aragorn. He tossed the packs to the floor and embraced his son.

“Ada,” Legolas whispered, burying his face in his father’s neck.

“Son, I have much to tell you. Most importantly is that we are free and going to
live our lives in Mirkwood,” he said, starting to lead him away but stopped as
Aragorn tugged Legolas by the hair.

“The elf is mine,” the man snarled.

“This elf, is my son and crown prince of Mirkwood, you disgusting oaf.”

“All you are is Elrond’s bed warmer; now unhand my elf,” Aragorn said yet again.
Elrond raised his hands to stop his son’s approach and stood before Aragorn. He
placed his hand on the one that was wrapped in Legolas' long blond hair and got
a blow to the face for his trouble.

Aragorn reached for his dagger to finish who he thought one of the twins once
and for all; but before Aragorn even realized who it was he struck, there was a
sword at his throat. He followed the elven blade and stared in shock at his wife
to be. “How dare you,” she snarled and behind him Aragorn could hear the twins
exclaim ‘finally’.

“Arwen, I…” he started, releasing Legolas’ hair as Elrond stood.

“You insult my new father then strike our ada? And did you think I would share
my bed with Legolas?” 

“He is my slave, nothing more; and you are my wife, you will do as I say!” The
jaws of Elrond and the twins dropped. Arwen sheathed her sword and just shook
her head. “Good. Now we’ll take my elf and go to Gondor and…”

Aragorn never finished his statement as Thranduil shoved him. “You will not take
my son anywhere you lowly mortal. He is a prince of a realm that was old before
the start of your line was a thought in the minds of the Valar. My son can do as
he pleases.” 

“Fine, whatever. I’ll have a real elf anyway. Come, Arwen.”

“Are you mad? You drew a weapon on my father, a man who took you in and loved
you as his own. I think I finally see you with my brothers' eyes.”

“I didn’t know it was him, I thought it was one of the twins.” 
”So you would have killed my sibling? Just go…” Arwen whispered, wondering how
she could have been blind for so long. She wanted to curl up in her bed and cry.

“You heard the lady, laddie,” Gimli said, advancing on the man and placing a
hand on the small of Legolas' back, standing on his left as his father stood on
his right. Thranduil glanced down at the dwarf but said nothing, glad that
Legolas had a protector on his journey. The rest of the Fellowship quickly took
up positions behind Legolas as the twins stood next to Arwen and Elrond. 

“Fine! I know one woman who would be happy to be my queen,” Aragorn said,
sending an icy glare to Legolas who was leaning against his father, ignoring
everything around him. “I’m tired of all you stupid elves!” Aragorn said,
turning back to the stables.

“Bye, we’ll miss you.” Elladan said with a wave and Aragorn turned with the
grace of an elf and Elladan actually did not realize what happened until Elrohir
screamed; he turned to his brother, searching for an injury but saw nothing.
Then he felt it as he took a step towards Elrohir. Blinding agony in his leg. He
sunk down to his knees and saw the dagger buried nearly to the hilt in his leg.

“Elladan!” Elrohir exclaimed, dropping to the floor beside his brother. Without
a word Elladan turned away, his hands clawing into the earth as Elrohir pulled
out the dagger. A tiny hand handed him some rags that looked mysteriously like a
hobbit shirt and he quickly turned back to his brother, the human for the most
part forgotten. Aragorn wasn’t done though.

He drew another dagger and turned towards Legolas. If Gandalf hadn’t decided to
aid the half-elf, or if Thranduil had ever been trained in the use of weapons,
he may have done something different.

“Legolas, this is for you,” Aragorn snarled and threw the dagger before running
back to the stables. 

Legolas was blind to the fact that Aragorn had left, he was blind to everything;
he was also deaf to the screaming coming from his own mouth as he fell to his
knees. 

“Ada,” he cried as the pair was surrounded. It was no minor wound to the leg,
all who saw it knew. Not even an elf could survive a dagger in the heart. 

“My son,” Thranduil whispered with tears in his eyes.

“Nonononononononononononononono,” Elrond moaned losing what little composure he
had left.

“Lead them well, my son.” 

“You can not leave me!” Legolas begged as Thranduil turned weakly to Elrond.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly as he started to cough blood grimacing in pain. 

A scream that would have sent fear into the heart of a Nazgul was renched from
Legolas as his father took his last breath. The usually beautiful voice warped
and twisted, the sound stopping just as suddenly as it had begun as a hand
touched his own.

“We will avenge him, my king.”

Aragorn, not knowing what that shriek was and not in any mood to find out,
spurred Brego to go faster.

End

Epilogue


“There is something I need to ask you, my fair shield maiden…” he stammered,
holding Eowyn’s hand. She blushed, already knowing what it was. 

They were sitting in the restored courtyard of Minas Tirith and were oblivious
to all that was going around them. Eowyn waited patiently for him to ask and
wondered how long Eomer would gloat about her choosing Faramir instead of
waiting for Aragorn.

“Yes, my lord?”

“It's that…I… what I want to say is…” The rest of Faramir’s words were cut off
as a horse reared its front legs barely a foot from the stunned pair. 

“Eowyn, my fair queen, did you not think I was coming back?”

“What?” She asked, standing as Faramir did the same. Aragorn pulled her onto the
horse and rode into the open doors.

“You’re invited to the wedding too, Fannymir,” Aragorn called as he and his soon
to be wife disappeared. Faramir just stared, not sure what to make of what just
happened.

End


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