Title: Enslaving Legolas
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & Nix Winter
(duo@onepinkrose.com)
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The Library of Moria
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Category: AU-ish, RPG
Rating: As NC-17 as you can imagine. o.o;
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas
Warnings: Slash, BDSM, PWP-ish
Spoilers: None
Summary: Caught in a Dwarven Sanctum, Legolas has to face his 
punishment under the custody of his best friend Aragorn. Slash, 
BDSM, PWP-ish... a simple bribe to both authors. ^_^
Disclaimer: I bet J.R.R. Tolkien would rotate in his grave if he knew 
what we did with his inventions... O.o; Ahem, so, no, we don't own 
them. Nix does own Tokala though... so go and buy the book! ^^; 
Notes&Comments: I... have this... need to see Legolas dominated 
by Aragorn ever since I watched TTT for the third time, I admit, and 
thus I bribed Nix with writing a nice BDSM-RPG to watch TTT and 
she came back and was like, "LET'S DO IT!" As enthusiatically as I 
was about the idea... so this story/rpg is written
with our blood and sweat... *laughs*


Chapter 3


He wanted more, his body craved for it with every inch, thus he 
pressed his bare chest to Legolas' and pulled him closer with the 
hand that had sneaked around the proud but bound form. In 
uncontrolled movements he ground his hips forward, with only one 
wish on his mind: to free himself and Legolas of the confines they 
were given and take them both to a place where sky was golden 
and the earth was silver, a land of pure pleasure. But some streak 
inside him slowed him down a bit and told him to take his time, to 
play the little games that an invisible voice whispered in his mind. 
And this little voice told him to abandon Legolas’ mouth and move 
on to lower regions.

With a soft purr of a lion having a great feast he bent his head and 
lapped up the small beads of sweat from the swan-like neck, long 
and beautiful, with its Adam's apple moving up and down as 
Legolas panted... out of fear or pleasure Aragorn didn't know, but 
right now he didn't care much either. His hips maintained their 
movements, rubbing his leather-clad erection against Legolas' leg, 
pushing him against the board he was bound to. He had to bend his 
knees a little for that though and moved on to place kisses and little 
bites wherever he could reach.

Thrusts against his body reminded Legolas, slowly, the start of the 
thrust, rocking against his leg, pressure that wasn't where he 
wanted it, to the reverse of the thrust... it reminded him why he 
tingled between his legs... and where he wanted those thrusts. His 
body thrust back against Aragorn, against his belly and hips, 
whatever was close enough to touch... though his thrusts were very 
small, only just the rocking of his hips.

Both nipples felt as if they had shrunken, had melted into the 
smallest spots and all the nerves there picked up the tiniest 
sensation. Aragorn's kisses there had Legolas clawing at the air 
again, moans growing louder... then with the circling of his tongue, 
wetness round and followed by a soft bite, Legolas cried out loudly, 
body arching against his restraints.

While he chewed and sucked on the Elf's now overly sensitive 
nipples, the hand on the back crept lower, until it found the hem of 
those tight leather pants.

Aragorn found they were too tight to slip a hand but he wiggled and 
moved as far as he could. His heart made a leap as he found the 
upper part of the crevice of Legolas' cheeks there. He pushed a 
little further; almost afraid he wouldn't be able to get his hand out 
again and moved his fingers there.

The position he was in didn't allow him to find the much needed 
friction as he was bent over, his face buried against Legolas chest, 
as the Elf was struggling underneath him... or was he thrusting? 
Needing the friction as much as he did?

Aragorn moved to stand in front of his ...gift... - hand still in the back 
of Legolas' pants - and watched him closely... again... It made him 
think if he could ever get enough of watching Legolas writhing 
underneath him. Little moans and even cries made their way to his 
ears and he was starting to think that Legolas enjoyed this more 
than he seemed to do. He brought up the dagger again, as his one 
hand felt great where it was and moved it along the Elf's nose, 
cutting the blindfold as he did so. He knew it was a waste but he 
wanted to see Legolas eyes.

He blinked, adjusting to the light or trying. Aragorn, so beautiful, 
so... kingly, masterly... and he closed his eyes again for a moment. 
Something was rising in his mind... and falling way at the same 
time. He was no virgin and he wanted to be with Aragorn, had for 
months, but it was as though he stood on the edge of a doorway, 
through which he knew not into what he passed. Panting still, he 
smiled slightly, he whispered "I am yours, my Aragorn."

A smile... a smile on those lips that were bruised by his rough 
kisses, kisses that spoke more of his hunger than of his sudden 
affection for Legolas. Those five words were engraved into his 
memory and he knew that he would do anything...just to hear them 
again... when they weren't clouded or fogged by whatever drug they 
were given.

The Elf's ribcage was heaving and falling as he spoke and Aragorn 
knew that he wasn't panting less either. Slowly he removed his 
hand from underneath Legolas' pants, sliding over the skin just 
before he pulled away completely. The hilt of the dagger came in 
contact with his palm and slowly he pulled it out from underneath 
his belt, not knowing how much he looked like he was going to slice 
the bound Legolas with it. He lowered it towards the Elf's crotch, 
pressing the tip against the leather, trusting it to withstand the 
pressure and slid it towards the first lace that held the leather of the 
pants together. Delicately... slowly he cut it open and then moved 
on lower.

When the first lace severed, Legolas' body stiffened, arching away 
from the frame to which he was bound. The years of experience fell 
away and he knew no more than he had the first time he'd gone out 
into a field of dance... He knew only what was under the leather 
that Aragorn opened was very private... it wasn't to be touched... 
And this was his punishment... he understood in some distant part 
of his mind... that he might desire... and know it was forbidden...and 
yet receive anyway... He pulled away, shyly trying to pull in on 
himself somehow, to hide himself, even though his legs were held 
wide and the leather would be stripped away.... Blush burned over 
his cheeks. He had the overwhelming fear that what he wanted 
desperately from Aragorn would hurt...and in his magically induced 
innocence, he opened his mouth to ask for reassurance... and 
found... he could not speak... there was no sound now, only watch 
and wiggle as Aragorn became his master, keeper, lover, and 
punisher... a more perfect punishment no Dwarf had ever 
conceived for the proud Elvish race.

Aragorn's mouth had found Legolas' ear once again, the dagger 
was dropped to the floor as the need to feel was taking him over 
and he worked with shaking fingers on undoing the laces. His heart 
was racing now even more than before and it seemed as if his body 
was working on his own. Even before he knew what had happened, 
his hand was down in Legolas' leather pants, wrapped around and 
pumping the growing erection that was hidden there. His breath 
became ragged and he felt his own arousal twitch in response.

He started shivering, his body tense of anticipation, his mind 
clouded by pleasure, the effects of the wine and the herbal scent of 
Legolas' hair. All this became so overwhelming that he had the fear 
of blacking out. He wanted to find some reassurance in leaning 
onto the Elf's struggling form, but that only made him dizzier and he 
decided it was a bad idea. So he backed away a little and 
reluctantly let go of Legolas shaft.

He looked down and found that one thing hasn't been such a good 
idea either. How was he supposed to free the Elf of his pants 
without slicing them, when his legs were spread wide apart and the 
pants were so tight that you would have had problems to get them 
off even if he could move as he wished? He raised an eyebrow and 
studied the lock of the ankle-cuffs for a moment, his dizzy mind 
trying to make sense of what he saw and finding a way to unlock 
them. The locking mechanism was really fairly simple... just a pin 
holding it, though the pin was hidden under an imitation stone 
cover. Legolas tried to hold still, to accept what was coming, but his 
leg kept turning as he tried to free himself from the cuff at his ankle. 
Only Aragorn could free him, while he could not even help him to 
do so. While no words could get free of his mouth, he moaned 
softly, resistance and pride, desire and innocence brought back. He 
could not submit and accept. If Aragorn freed him he would struggle 
even more, against what he knew he wanted. It was an evil 
punishment indeed!

Aragorn's mind refused to find a solution in its heated state, so he 
stepped back against his desires and drank another glass of wine. 
He knew it wouldn't help him to clear his mind but at least the liquid 
would cool him down a bit. So when he licked the last droplet from 
his lips a little vial caught his eye. It was sitting on the table, he just 
... hadn't seen it before. Curious as he was he took it into his hands, 
opened the lid and smelled. The same scent as in Legolas' hair 
floated towards him and he assumed it was some kind of oil. It 
came to his mind for what it could be used maybe and he blushed, 
despite his own actions and thoughts.

...There? There he should...?

Well, at least the oil would help...

Aragorn - as he had never lain with another man before - knew not 
much of what he should do to limit Legolas' pain and uneasiness. 
He just guessed what he was supposed to do and that led him to 
testing at first. He took the vial with him as he returned to stand in 
front of the struggling Elf he longed to touch, to feel, to consume 
completely.

This time when he looked at the lock he suddenly saw how it was to 
be opened. Also it seemed as if every awkward thought about the 
way he was going to...take Legolas faded away the closer he got to 
his object of lust. He yanked as much as he could at the hem of the 
pants, leaving a wet trail from the Elf's nipples, which he bit and 
lapped at before he trailed down, dipped his tongue into the belly 
button and trailed lower yet, reaching his destination after a tickling 
journey where his stubble brushed against Legolas pubic. So while 
his hand fished for pin of the locks he put all the pride that was 
against this aside, and licked over the tip of the proud arousal in 
front of his eyes, tasting some salty liquid.

He managed to unlock one of the ankle-cuffs and while he took the 
tip into his mouth, distracting Legolas from everything else he did, 
he unlocked the second cuff and before the Elf could start to 
struggle and kick he yanked down the pants completely and throw 
them aside. He still wasn't safe from kicking legs, so he caught the 
ankles and pushed them back apart, to where the restraints were.

To Legolas, two things were very clear. One, he loved Aragorn and 
he had faith in him. Two he liked what they were doing, even if he 
had no control over his body's responses now. Fevered almost, a 
sheen of sweat over his chest, down his smooth legs. Aragorn's 
tongue on his Legolas' staff brought an inarticulate cry from him... 
He would be laid bare before Aragorn in a moment, he knew it, 
knew he could do nothing to prevent it, even as he moved, rocking 
hips frantic to something... He didn't know, but he was unable to still 
himself, even the flash of pleasure that blazed through him could 
not still him.

Despite his frantic struggles, as his pants lowed, covering his body 
with fire warmed air, and the goosebumps that tingled down his 
legs reminded him he was also covered in Aragorn's gaze, revealed 
to him... The slender Elvish hardness, twitched, weeping with 
desire at the end. The sack below tightened, the skin wrinkling as 
both eggs within were held closer to the elf's body, preparing for 
release when it might come to him. As Aragorn parted his legs 
again, legs that tensed and resisted, but did not lash out. That little 
sack hung like a curtain, a vulnerable sack of jewels with no 
protection from the desire and chase that vibrated between them. 
Legs tensing to close, to hide way his private parts, those parts still 
tingled to be touched, tingled for anything Aragorn might wish.

Aragorn's mind raced as the thought of a way to get at least one 
hand free, and still prevent those slender and beautiful legs from 
slashing out at him. His brows were furrowed as he caught sight of 
the pants again, those he had just yanked down from pale hips. 
Face lightening up, he laid one thigh on his shoulder, holding it 
steady there with one hand while the other brought the abandoned 
leather pants around one leg of the X. With speed worthy of an Elf 
he momentarily let go of both legs and bound the one that was 
hanging down back to its matching leg of the X. It was a loose knot, 
one that could be loosened if you yanked at it hard enough, but it 
was sufficient for Aragorn's purposes. 

He wondered a lot of things as he looked again at the slightly 
darker but still pale flesh in front of his eyes, as he fumbled with the 
lid of the vial, trying to get it open. He wondered why he wasn't 
disgusted by the sight of this, but blamed that partially on the fact 
that he was raised by Elves, who were not as ... shy ...to lay with 
members of their own gender. He also wondered how much it 
would the Elf take to black out from bliss... but right now he wanted 
to know what happened if he lapped up the liquid, ran his tongue 
down the darkened shaft and nibbled at the sac hidden underneath, 
clearly visible from his kneeling position.

A few droplets of the scented oil fell on his fingers and he rubbed it 
over the tips with his thumb, testing its viscosity. Then he started 
working by the steps of his plan, all the while letting his slicked 
hand creep into the crevice behind the sac until it found a little 
puckered entrance there. So while he lapped and nipped at the 
junction of erection and sac he pushed his index finger into the 
small hole he found. A wave of anticipation shot through his body, 
making it painfully clear that he needed to replace the finger with 
his own arousal soon, but at this moment the sheer tightness 
around his finger was close to killing him.

His leg held on Aragorn's shoulder, he flexed, trying to pull Aragorn 
to him, so he could get a bit of leverage. "Aggggg!" His other leg 
worked at the knot as well, but as he struggled to work free. How 
Aragorn was in so many places at once, he was completely not 
sure of! He could not free his leg from the strong, but gentle hold on 
his thigh. When Aragorn's finger touched his entrance, circling 
slowly, pressing, he bucked and wiggled, trying to evade the 
unavoidable. It was an odd bend of the magic that he could want it, 
and yet resisting only made him want it more. His thrusts and 
bucking moved his staff near Aragorn's head, close to his mouth 
where he'd been kissing.

Soon, very soon, Aragorn would put the key into the lock that would 
free him of the fear, would break the initial spell and like one 
bespelled, he fought against his own good with all his being. 
"Nnnngggggg."

"How can anyone or anything be so tight..." mumbled Aragorn in 
awe as he wiggled his finger a bit more, too taken into the 
sensation of flesh around his finger that was alive, pulsing with heat 
and about to take more than just one finger, that he didn't really 
notice what happened around him. 

Absentmindedly he rubbed his rough cheek at the staff that was 
thrusting into the direction of his face and stroked the thigh on his 
shoulder. In a sudden flash of impatience he wiggled another finger 
into the tight heat of Legolas, wincing inwardly as this felt even 
tighter than when he had used only one. All blood that wasn't busy 
rushing in his ears went to the center of his body and with each 
stroke his fingers made, each movement made him wince as his 
painfully hard arousal twitched against the confines of his leather 
pants. 

He needed to finish those preparations soon... or else... but 
Legolas was so tight... His sudden streak of concern was shooed 
away by this little voice again that told him to hurry, that the Elf 
would be okay. Looking grim he tried to widen the passage with his 
two fingers, pushing them apart in the tight tunnel. He rotated them 
a bit, pushed forward, listening intently to the little sounds Legolas 
made. It was not out of concern, just because of that streak inside 
him that bathed in the soft voice of his Elf's voice.

"Nnnnn," Legolas moaned... it was tight and it burned a bit, this 
opening of his passage... the fingers were too short to reach the 
spot of pleasure within him, and he too frightened and confused to 
relax... though he was hard, achingly so, and even the rough cheek 
of his friend was welcome to no touch at all. There was nothing new 
he could to evade the fingers preparing him, but he lifted and 
wiggled, not considering that this might excite the predator and 
warrior within Aragorn... and he was sure, one more finger and he 
would be filled so that he had never known. Aragorn was endowed 
larger than those of Elvin kin usually were and Legolas feared to 
have him within him... even as he wanted it, wanted the man to pin 
him, stroke him, calm him, or not, but to take him, Master 
him..."Ahhhh."

Aragorn licked his lips, his skin tingling from the sound of Legolas' 
voice as he strengthened his grip on the leg on his shoulder, doing 
so to still the Elf's struggling a bit. His cheek rubbed almost 
soothingly, feeling the strong pulse from the flushed veins inside 
the erect member, as he compared the size of two fingers with what 
was hidden behind his breeches. Deciding to be a bit generous with 
himself he stretched the puckered hole with the two fingers already 
inside and tried to insert a third one. It didn't work as good as it 
should and he could almost sense Legolas hiss in pain. That wasn't 
what he wanted.

With a grunt he withdrew his fingers completely and hoped he had 
stretched the Elf enough to not cause more pain with the part of his 
body that screamed for his attention. His still slicked finger fumbled 
his pants open and he almost sighed as his arousal sprung free, 
wet and almost glistening at the tip.

Legolas whimpered when he saw how big Aragorn was... eyes wide 
at the sight..."Ahh," he moaned softly, not able to get Aragorn's 
name past his lips. If the magic had not clouded his memory, he 
would know that it would hurt, but only until he relaxed... and that 
deeper within him the seat of his seed would provide him a 
pleasure that he'd also forgotten, at least until Aragorn unlocked it 
again.

Aragorn was so beautiful though, dark hair and serious face, so 
caught up in passion. Legolas wanted that passion.... Wanted it 
after the magic spell was unlocked as well! The man poured some 
more of the oil onto his finger and gingerly touched his erection, 
hissing as he slicked himself. If he was as tight as Legolas was, he 
wouldn't want to feel the penetration without as much ways of 
easing it. Aragorn then moved to stand on his feet, coming to eye-
level with his Elf again.

He tucked at the leg he had just bound with those leather pants and 
got it free. Wrapping both pale slender legs around his hips, the 
man moved as close as he could to the Elf, brushing the wet and 
oil-slicked tip of his arousal against the now slightly stretched hole. 
He was poked into his lower abdomen as he pressed Legolas 
against the board with his whole body-weight, slightly towering over 
him. The trapped being looked so vulnerable, so... beautiful as it 
was laid open before him, showing so many myriads of emotion 
you saw seldom on an Elf's face. Yet Aragorn saw them all washing 
over Legolas' face though he was not able to distinguish one of 
them. Wide eyes of the color of the night sky looked up at him and 
made him smile despite the strange mix of fear and pleasure he 
saw. All light that fell on the handsome features were blocked by 
his presence as he craned his neck so his own swollen lips were 
brushing against Legolas' as he spoke.

"With this I claim your body as mine... my immortal gift." The words 
of Sindarin came out hoarse of his dry throat, more in a whisper 
than formal speech, but he didn't care. Not waiting for any answer 
from the frightened-looking Elf he claimed his mouth once again, 
but at the same time he adjusted the hips his arms had wrapped 
around and pushed the tip of his arousal past the protesting ring of 
muscles.

Aragorn's kiss muffled and soothed the cry that tore from him as he 
tensed, trying to evade what was to come, only to be pinioned, held 
in Aragorn's arms, on Aragorn's body. The passion of his friend 
stretched him, burned and forced and he cried into the kiss, feeling 
every centimeter of progress as that hardness claimed him. A 
sense of victory rose in him as well, elation with the pain, Aragorn 
claimed him, had battled all odds and claimed him.

The head of Aragorn's hardness brushed against something in him, 
just slightly, just enough to begin to unbind his mind, his heart, and 
then it pulled back sliding away and he cried out again, thrashing to 
have that back. Aragorn was so beautiful, so strong and honorable, 
so very loveable! The numbness of his tongue left him as Aragorn 
thrust in again, and he pushed himself down, arched into the thrust. 
This time it went deeper, to brush for just a moment more over the 
lock that held him bound, in some magical way. Sweating so much, 
he wasn't sure how Aragorn held him, he cried out again, 
"AHHHHHH!"

Aragorn swallowed every cry and moaned in response, clenching 
his eyes shut, as Legolas' tightness almost hurt him. But he moved 
forward steadily until he couldn't go further anymore. He started 
thrusting and his heart made a leap as he felt Legolas arching and 
responding to his movements. Fingers digging deeply into velvety 
skin, so hard that one should almost be afraid to break skin, 
Aragorn held onto his Elf, using the board as an aid. His heart 
made a leap as their kiss was broken, because the Elf cried out 
with such a pure bliss tingling in his voice that Aragorn wondered 
what he had done to provoke this.

Thinking to himself that the only thing he did was thrusting into the 
too tight heat of Legolas, he slightly changed his angle, thrusting a 
little harder. Well, at least he tried. The tight passage was almost 
clinging to him and he had to gather all his strength and stamina 
not to give in to this pleasure at once. Repositioning his precious 
bundle he put his hands firmly onto his back, holding his Elf at the 
small of his back and on his shoulder-blade, trying to prevent him 
from falling although that was quite impossible as he was still 
bound to the X with his wrists.

He thought he had to trust the strong legs around his waist to hold 
themselves up, too, but he didn't want to rely only on those. A small 
grunt left his lips as he felt his movements getting smoother, as if 
Legolas had adjusted to what he did. It felt so... extraordinary, so 
wonderful... and it felt like something that he could enjoy a little 
more often.

Adjusted was such a mild word. Legolas had found his home. 
Slender legs held tightly to Aragorn, his body now opening, 
relaxing, accepting, craving. The little ring of muscles now held tight 
to Aragorn, not painfully anymore, but so that every stroke was a 
caress with a shock of pleasure at the deepest part of the thrust. He 
knew that everything else was past away and that he belonged to 
Aragorn now.

Relaxing even more, he swallowed Aragorn's sounds, and gave 
back soft sounds of pleasure himself as he pressed his chest 
forwards against Aragorn's body. The sweat between them acting 
like a conductor to Legolas, vibrating pleasure between them. 
Elvish did not have a word for slave, did not have the concept, but 
from this time forward, he wanted to offer himself to Aragorn, to be 
his in all ways. And the first words from his mouth, in the language 
of the man now, husky and cried out at the moment of deepest 
thrust. "I am yours! Keep me, own me, use me, for I am yours, 
Aragorn!" And he had his voice back and one more deep thrust and 
Aragorn would have his seed between their bellies.

Aragorn groaned deeply and heartily in the back of his throat and 
as he heard Legolas' pledge his heart melt and he knew that he 
would do everything the Elf had asked him to. So when he thrust 
the next time, it came from the deepest ground of his heart and he 
was mildly surprised when Legolas arched his back once again, 
crying out again as his sticky essence coated their bellies. The tight 
passage that embraced the man's manhood clenched, hugged him 
closer and since it had been almost to tight to bear before, this was 
just the last push he needed, that send him over the edge.

He growled one more time, now like a lion, and added his Elf's 
name into it. "Mine..." Collapsing forward, he caressed Legolas 
back with soothing motions. "Mine... My Legolas... I... thank you..."

A quiet whisper reached his ears from where the blond head rested 
against his shoulder. Surprised he looked down and found that 
Legolas had fainted in his arms. He already felt the legs around his 
waist go slack and so he moved carefully to detach the Elf from his 
body.

Immediately as he moved away from the board, Legolas slacked 
down completely, not one muscle taut but relaxed. Pity overtook 
him and he started to undo the locks around his wrists but then 
remembered that he was told never to fully unbind the Elf by Jinfur. 
He stopped his movements on the second wrist and looked around 
if he didn't find something like hand-cuffs lying somewhere.

But what he found was a lot better than those.

He picked up said item with a grin, put it on Legolas and then 
continued to unshackle him from the board. His Elf slumped heavily 
against him, still unconscious. Aragorn caught him and gently 
picked him up, carrying him to the little bed in one corner of the 
room. It had barely enough space for him alone, but with Legolas 
beside him he had them to cuddle up very close... He wrapped his 
arms around the sleeping Elf's waist and spooned up to him, 
burying his face into the now sweat-soaked blond hair, still smelling 
the herbal shampoo in it.

Fatigue took a hold of him suddenly - even though he wanted to 
nibble a little longer at the pointed end of his Elf's ear - and it wasn't 
long that he drifted off to dreamland... imagining other things he 
could do during this month.

To be continued...
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This... was the first lemon... we are working on the third right now... 
but It makes us both think over a few things, thus we're really 
writing not that fast as we would like to. ^^;; But we still hope you 
like the story.

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Makiko Igami

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