Title: Legolas - Durbgu Nazgshu*
Author: deathskiss
Author email: deathskiss1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The characters and places depicted in this story are not my 
creation- I am only borrowing them, and promise to return them to their 
honorable places when done.
Pairings: Legolas/Elf; Legolas/Aragorn (later)
Rated: R (later chapters NC-17) for wickedly un-Elf-like behavior; angst, 
violence, bondage, rape, non-con
Summary: What did the One Ring whisper to Legolas at the Council of 
Elrond?  And will he give into its promises?
Author notes: This is my first work of slash fiction, and any creative 
criticism would be greatly appreciated (please try not to be too mean about 
it, though!)





Chapter 1

Legolas took a seat in the courtyard, awaiting the start of the council 
meeting.  The air was rich with the smell of autumn leaves, and the light 
seemed to take on their golden color.  The Mirkwood elf spoke briefly to 
his companions before taking a moment to survey the other participants, 
called from every corner of Middle Earth.  He was happy to see Mithrandir 
had come- the old wizard was highly regarded among his people, and he 
knew that, should all else fail, his good sense would prevail.  Seated at the 
wizards side was the Hobbit Lord Elrond had spoken of, Frodo Baggins.   
Legolas had not had dealings with Hobbits in the past, but he thought  they 
must be of sound heart and mind to bear such a burden as the Ring of 
Power.  As he looked to his left, he could not suppress a grimace when his 
gaze fell upon the dwarves.  Selfish creatures, he thought them to be; this 
ring must surely be important if it got their attention.  He was unfamiliar 
with the Men that had arrived from the South, but had heard enough tales 
from Gondor to stay alert.  And then, finally, his gaze turned to Aragorn..  

Legolas let his blue eyes rest on the Ranger.   It had been almost 10 years 
since their last encounter, and they had not had a chance to speak before the 
secret council meeting.  Aragorn returned the elf’s gaze and gave him a 
small smile.  Legolas felt his pulse quicken ever so slightly, and his mind 
began to wander to that last moment 10 years ago.  Aragorn had often 
visited Mirkwood, and over the years he and Legolas had developed a close 
friendship.   During Aragorn’s last visit, they had spent much of their time 
together, discussing Aragorn’s travels, or Legolas showing the latest 
archery techniques he had learned.  The Elf had not realized it before, but 
he felt happier with this man than he had with any other being.   When it 
came time for Aragorn to leave, Legolas had walked with him to the 
woods’ border, and Legolas had felt his heart grow heavy with sadness.  
The Elf and Man said no farewells, but embraced tightly, and he 
remembered how the Man’s scent had clung to him long after he was gone.   
It was only when Lord Elrond began to speak that Legolas was snapped 
back to the present.

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old.  You have been summoned 
here to answer the threat of Mordor.”

Everyone listened to the Elf Lord as he described the discovery of the Ring 
of Power, how it had come to be found by the creature Gollum, and later by 
Bilbo Baggins, Frodo’s uncle.  He then asked Frodo to place the Ring upon 
the stone table, centered within the circle.  At the moment he saw the circle 
of gold, Legolas felt as though a dagger had been thrust into his skull, and 
his eyes shut in pain.  The voice that filled his mind shut out all other 
sound:


“Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, I know what it is you desire.  Claim 
me and your darkest dreams will be fulfilled.  You will be a God; all will 
bow down before you and submit to your every pleasure.  See the world I 
would make for you....”

The pain faded, and Legolas opened his eyes.  He was no longer seated in 
the courtyard; instead, he found himself at the back of a vast, circular hall.  
The walls seemed to be made of gold and silver trees whose branches were 
woven and intertwined creating spiral columns to the floor.  The branches 
parted on opposite end of the room and opened out onto a balcony, which 
circled the outside of the hall. Silver lights danced on the ceiling like 
fireflies.  Legolas looked down to see himself seated on a tall throne of 
ebony wood and draped in bronze velvet.  His clothing was no longer that 
of a wood-elf; he was now dressed in a silk robe the color of stars, and his 
fair hair was braided with chains of mithril and emeralds.  And there, on 
the fourth finger of his left hand, was The Ring.  He stood from the throne 
and walked to the balcony, and the sight that greeted him made his breath 
catch in his chest.  He was looking down over a seemingly endless canopy 
of green trees, and as he walked the circumference of the lofty platform, he 
could see nothing else.  ‘This cannot be real.’, he thought ‘tis a haunted 
dream I have strayed into.’  He walked back into the golden hall, at which 
point a door to his left opened, and a slender, raven-haired Elf entered.  
Legolas felt his cheeks redden as he realized the elf wore nothing but a 
gold chain around his waist, which connected to a gold hoop placed 
through the hood of his cock.   The Elf’s face was gaunt but beautiful, his 
fair skin covered in bruises and scars; some seemed very recent.   He 
kneeled before Legolas and bowed his head.  

“Master,  I have placed the Human you have selected for tonights’ pleasure 
in your sleeping chambers.  Do you request anything else before I take my 
leave?”

Legolas wanted to tell the elf that he must be mistaken- he would never 
have a slave, and wanted to comfort the Elf, but instead found himself 
speaking in a deep, throaty voice he did not recognize.

“You know what it is I request before you take your leave, slave- have you 
learned nothing from our lessons?”


The slave eyes grew dark.  He rose from his knees, and without a sound, 
approached and stood before Legolas, his head still bowed. Legolas felt 
his hand reach out and began to trace patterns on the dark elf’s chest. 
`‘No! I do not want this!’ `a voice at the back of his mind screamed, but he 
was unable to control his actions.  Legolas let his fingertips play down the 
Elf’s smooth chest, feeling the slaves’ heart race under his touch. 

 “I see another lesson is in order.” 

When his fingers reached the thin gold chain, he wound the slack around 
one finger and gave a small tug.  The slave gasped and winced in pain as 
the chain pulled taunt and tugged at the gold hoop.  Legolas heard himself 
laugh softly and tugged harder.  This time a small moan escaped the slave-
Elf’s lips, and tears filled his eyes.  Legolas led him to one of the columns, 
and without hesitation the slave embraced it.  Legolas hooked the chain to 
a clasp on the column, so that the slave could not move without causing 
the hoop to be pulled again.  He then went to a long table next to his 
throne, and from it took a long, slender whip, made of Mithril.  Legolas 
leaned into the slave and whispered into his ear softly.

“There now- you have not forgotten all I’ve taught you.  Let us see what 
else you have remembered”.


He backed up slightly, and the slave shrieked aloud as the whip decended 
on his back, leaped aloft, and decended again on his buttocks.  Red lines 
soon covered the slave-Elf’s flesh; the only sounds now were the soft sobs 
that wracked his body.   After what seemed like an eternity, Legolas 
stopped and placed the whip back on the table.  He went up again to the 
slave, and slowly ran his tongue up the largest of the red welts on his back.  
As he reached his neck, Legolas encircled his arms around the slave’s waist 
and began to lick and suckle at the slave’s neck.  He felt himself growing 
incredibly hard, and with one deft movement removed his cock from under 
his robes.  Without any preparation to the slave Legolas penetrated his 
backside and penetrated his backside.  The slave still made no movement or 
sound except for his quiet sobbing.  After only a few violent thrusts, 
Legolas let out a loud growl and came.  He removed himself from the slave 
as quickly as he had entered him, and rearranged his robes.   He removed 
the chain from the clasp, and turned the slave to face him. 

“Now you may take your leave of me.”, he said with a wicked smile.  

The slave bowed his head once more. “Hannon lle, Durbgu’amin”*, he 
said, and stumbled out the door.  Legolas returned to his throne at sat down, 
his faced flushed with desire.

“Mmmm...that was just the thing to stoke my thirst.  Now I think I require 
something a little stronger.”

~tbc~


*Translation=

Durbgu Nazgshu- Lord (of the Ring)
Hannon lle, Durbgu’amin- ‘Thank you, my master’