Title: Crash and Burn (1/ ?)  
Author : Ari.    ( alisamorgan22@hotmail.com )  
Pairing(s):Legolas/Thranduil, Legolas/Aragorn  
Rating: NC17  
Summary:  Spirit. Pride. Trust. Broken but maybe not irreparable.  
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters *sulk*  
Warning :Rape, Incest, Graphic Violence, Graphic Sex  
 
Authors Note: OK this is my first go at a Legolas/Thranduil....I will 
continue...but as I am busy it might take a while .I am sorry that the first 
chapter is so short...but c’est la vie.  
Oh...and I love you 4eva ~Rider~ for the beta! *grin*  
 
......If you enjoyed it ..feedback!...If you hated it.. feedback!...all 
comments welcome..  
 
Email me! - alisamorgan22@hotmail.com  
 
 
When you feel all alone  
And the world has turned it back on you  
Give me a moment please to tame your wild, wild heart  
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you  
It’s hard to find relief and people can be so cold  
When darkness is upon your door and you feel 
      like you can’t take anymore  
 
Let me be the one you call 
If you jump I won’t let you fall  
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night  
If you need to fall apart  
I can mend a broken heart  
If you need to crash, then crash and burn you are not alone  
              ~Crash & Burn ~ Savage Garden~  
 
 
 
 
Pain struck the elf's face, the sharp blow splitting his lip and knocking him  
backwards on to the stone floor He cowered and crouched into a ball. His 
hands flew up to his face, in a vain attempt to protect him from further 
assault. He heard his assailant walk over towards him and he instinctively 
flinched.  
 
"You will obey me!" A voice from above him commanded. "Get up!"  
 
The elf's silent tears slipped down his cheeks. The figure above him seized  
his hair and yanked him to his feet. A gasp of hurt and pain escaped the 
elf's lips. He turned his head away.  
 
`Look at me, Legolas." The dominating voice demanded as fingers 
roughly grabbed his face and forced his head around.  
 
Legolas closed his eyes, not wanting to see those eyes, his eyes. He felt 
lips crush down on his own. His eyes flashed open in surprise, anger and 
disgust. He felt humiliated and desecrated. The kiss lasted what seemed a 
lifetime. Finally he felt the cold lips leave his own. Legolas searched the 
steel blue eyes looking down at him for a reason, a motive but found none.  
 
"You are so beautiful." The voice jeered, hands stroking his pale cheek. 
The hands gently caressed the countenance that moments before had been 
struck so violently, a dark bruise was already appearing on the fair skin.  
 
Legolas looked into the harsh face that these words had come from. Cool 
blue stared back. Another tear slowly trickled down Legolas’s face. His 
own eyes held a look of pleading.  
 
"Why? Why are you doing this to me, father?" He heard his voice waver  
slightly.  
 
"Because I love you." The sincerity in the voice echoed in Legolas's mind.  
 
"Please..." Legolas begged, his voice merely a whisper.  
 
"Be silent." His father snapped, cutting off his words.  
 
Thranduil threw his son onto the large bed. Legolas felt his head crack on 
the solid bed head as he was roughly tossed against it. His mind wavered, 
a black haze spreading across his vision, he could taste the metallic tang of 
fresh blood in his mouth. His hands were being tied tightly to the large 
bedpost with a coarse leather strap. His thoughts slowly began slipping 
into unconciousness. He felt his father seize his leggings, tearing them off, 
and Legolas was pulled out of his blissful nearly senseless state as horror 
and terror overtook his mind.  
 
"Please....father!" His words slurred and his vision blurred as he pleaded 
to the man who had betrayed him so. He hung his head, face stained with 
tears of humiliation and treachery. His father pulled him on to all fours 
forcefully. He closed his eyes, awaiting the darkness, yet it would not 
come.  
 
Legolas felt Thranduil’s hands run over his body starting at his hips then 
around his stomach and towards his legs. He felt fingers softly trace the 
contours of his buttocks, Legolas shivered. Rough fingers gently made 
there way between his legs and stroked the smooth flesh, Legolas’s 
humiliation deepened as he was unable to control his body's actions 
against the delicious friction and much to his horror began thrusting 
against the hands that encased him. After a few minutes, his father 
seemingly satisfied removed his hands and spread Legolas’s legs. Legolas 
let out a single plea in sheer desperation.  
 
 
 
“Ada...  ” Legolas trailed off terrified of what may come. Thranduil 
ignored him and continued spreading Legolas’s legs and aligning himself. 
Legolas bit his lip, the pain numbing him to his surroundings he could 
only wait.  
 
 
He screamed in agony as he was impaled on his father's erection. Waves 
of pain pulsed all through his body and colours flashed before his eyes, he 
passed out, only to be quickly roused by his father's hard thrusts. His mind 
screamed in humiliation, his body in pain, and he vomited as his pain 
threshold shattered. His father continued his afflictive thrusts proceeding 
until finally releasing himself into son's body. Legolas was sobbing 
wretchedly as his father pulled himself out of Legolas's body and dropped  
the crumpled form of his son who lay sprawled . Legolas finally fell, 
unconscious and broken, into dreams of pain and despair.  
 
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Legolas awoke. His body throbbed in pure agony.  
 
His hands were still tied to the bedpost. The rough leather had bruised and 
cut his hands deeply, dried blood caked his wrists. His hair was knotted 
and covered in dried vomit. He tried  lifting his head, but nausea swept 
through him once more and he threw up yet again. He tried moving his 
legs but pain coursed its way around his body.  
 
His eyes nervously darted around the room. His father's chambers. once 
inviting, gave him no peace. This was a prison, he must get out. His father 
was nowhere in sight or sound. He tried to remove his hands from their 
bindings, but they only cut deeper into his wrists. Fresh blood brimmed at 
the wounds. Legolas panicked.  
 
"Help me!" His hoarse voice echoed around the large room. "Help me, 
please!" he repeated the phrase over and over, screaming until he 
dissolved into a sobbing mess.  
 
Legolas didn't know how long he waited, maybe it was only seconds or 
minutes. Perhaps it was hours, but he was aware of footsteps approaching 
in a run. The thought of his father approaching made his terror grow even 
more. Legolas dissolved into violent shaking and cowered against the bed 
post, utterly terrified.  
 
The wooden doors to Thranduil's bedchamber were flung open. Legolas 
felt relief flood over him. This was a Man.  
 
The man stopped when he saw the quivering elf. The elf was balled up on 
the bed, blood pouring down his arms, which were tied to the bedpost. His 
clothes and hair were covered in vomit. He was naked from the waist 
down and remnants of what appeared to be leggings were around his 
ankles. Blood and semen were streaked across his thighs and as the elf 
raised it's head to stare at him, he saw the black bruise running down his 
cheekbone. The elf gazed at him for a second before crumpling 
unconscious against the bed.  
 
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Ada - Father  
 
~To Be Continued......~