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