Title: Whispers-Part II
Author: Rutaari (pippa250@hotmail.com)
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas, Legolas/Other
Rating:NC17
Summary: After Legolas is captured, his new "master" tries to break him.
Disclaimer: Mine? I WISH!
Warning: Rape, violence
Authors Note: I'm sorry this is so late coming out. For something that is not
my best work and so short it should have been out sooner. I apologize for those
of you who waited so patiently. Please send feedback, if not about this story
then about the series. It keeps me writing. Also, this is the sequel to
"Whispers" (obviously) and the prequel to "Silent Shouts," "Echoes," and
"Calling Your Name." I hope ya'll enjoy! Sorry there's no elvish in this one.

	Legolas lay sleeping in the corner of his cell, curled into a tight ball, as if
the position would protect him from the evil surrounding him. His eyes were wide
open, as an elf’s eyes always were when they slept, and his breathing was
shallow and deep. Not a drop of water nor an ounce of food had he been given
since he arrived here. The man, Aistbar, had commanded that the elf neither
drink nor eat until he submitted.
	That was fine with Legolas. Of course, he was incredibly hungry and his 
throat
was dry and begged for water, but he would not give in. This man would not have
him. Aistbar had tried a few ways of trying to get Legolas to surrender his
freedom, but was having difficulty. Legolas doubted that he had ever had to try
this hard to force a person to obey him. He was an intimidating man, but not so
intimidating to a prince of Mirkwood, who had faced overgrown spiders, orcs,
goblins, and sorcery this man would never dream of. Aistbar had thrown Legolas
into the cold, forgetting that the elf could not feel the icy wind, and Legolas
had come in the next day with a cheerful smile on his face, but a tint of
victory in his eyes. The evil man had even tied Legolas by his ankles from the
ceiling, and left him for an entire day. This had a bit more effect on the elf,
but only made him slightly dizzy. Aistbar had promised that Legolas would
receive a new treatment every day until he submitted. Legolas did not worry to
greatly about this. He continued to sleep peacefully in his cell.
“Damn you, elf!” The shout came.
	Legolas launched to his feet, ignoring the mocking clattering of the chains
that bound his wrists, ankles, and throat.
“Sleep with your eyes closed! It will scare off my customers!” Aistbar yelled
from across the cell. Two guards stood with him. Legolas grinned. Aistbar was
not stupid, he knew the elf was dangerous, and going into the cell alone could
prove disastrous. Legolas stood and glared with hate at the man standing
opposite him. “You will not be so disobedient today, my pet.” Aistbar grinned,
and motioned for the guards to take Legolas out of the cell.
	The two men were hesitant to go toward Legolas. He had given both of them
bruises already, but they obeyed Aistbar and placed themselves on either side of
the elf, a knife held to his throat. The men escorted Legolas out of the cell
and down a flight of stairs, a few hallways, and finally shoved him into a
large, stone room.
“You will break.” Aistbar said, as the men chained Legolas to the wall, double
checking, and then checking again, to make certain the chains were secure.
“Leave us.” Aistbar commanded, and the men left hurriedly.
	Aistbar grinned and padded across the room to the elf.
“You have nothing to say?” He took Legolas’ chin in his hand and tilted his head
roughly from side to side, and then up in the air, examining the elf’s throat.
	Since Legolas had been captured he had lost all speech. He could make 
sounds,
but words would not come to his lips. It was as if his muscles had forgotten how
to form the words. The elf scowled at the man.
“Dumb elf.” Aistbar, mumbled, and started to turn around to walk away from
Legolas. In a flash the elf had lifted his foot from the ground and lashed out
violently toward the man. The chain attached to his ankle went taught and his
bare foot stopped inches from Aistbar’s back. The man grinned menacingly and
laughed.
“I am not that stupid, elf.” He sneered, and  walked across the room. “Today you
will find yourself crying for mercy. Today, we will end this.”
	Legolas did not respond to the man’s threat, but when he saw what Aistbar 
held
in his hand,  he gasped and his eyes grew wide. In one hand the man held a large
hunting knife, and in the other, he held a long, sharp stick of steel. The evil
man’s face grew bright with hope. Perhaps the elf really would break today.
Aistbar strode toward the elf, his lips curved into an ugly smirk. Stopping in
front of Legolas, he raised the knife to the elf’s throat, placing it just above
the collar of his tunic.
“I could kill you.” He whispered harshly, and Legolas glared at him. “But I
won’t. You’ll bring in too much money once you’re tame.”
	With that Aistbar jerked the knife down, tearing Legolas’ tunic in half,
exposing his milky-white skin. Aistbar raised the knife again and made a
horizontal cut across the elf’s shoulders, and the tunic fell to tatters on the
floor. Legolas let out the breath he’d been holding and noticed Aistbar’s eyes
lingering on his chest. The elf jumped toward the man, knowing full and well the
chains would stop him, but Aistbar jumped anyway. He laughed, knowing Legolas
had made the gesture just to mess with his head.
“Stupid elf.” He muttered, and approached Legolas again.
	This time the man wasted no time in slicing two identical  cuts down Legolas’
breeches, and they fell to the floor on top of the former tunic. Legolas’ face
burned in humiliation of his exposure, but Aistbar took no heed, and let his
eyes roam freely up and down the elf’s body.  Legolas squirmed, trying to make
Aistbar take his eyes off him.
“You will make money, won’t you...?” Aistbar mumbled to himself.
	Legolas sneered and raised his leg to strike the man. Aistbar was ready, and
dodged the elf’s kick, laughing. The man brought his body in toward Legolas,
where the elf couldn’t harm him, and pressed his groin into Legolas’ hips. He
dropped the steel poker that he held with a loud clang, and brought the knife up
to Legolas’ collar bone.
“You are beautiful, elf.” He whispered, pushing the knife into Legolas’ flesh,
and dragged it across the elf’s body. Legolas tried to keep a straight face, but
a grimace of pain broke into his features. Aistbar laughed, and drew another
line of blood down Legolas’ middle, and another down his left arm. Legolas could
feel the man’s arousal stabbing him in the hip, and he struggled to move away
from the man.
“No you don’t.” Aistbar said, and grabbed Legolas’ own shaft in his hand. “You
will be mine.”
	Legolas smirked. He wished the man would hurry up and take him, so that he
could allow himself to pass to Mandos and be rid of this humiliation.
	Aistbar began stroking Legolas, bringing the elf to the same, hard arousal that
he was experiencing. Legolas bent his head in shame as his hips unconsciously
began moving into the man’s hand. A small whimper of shame escaped from his
lips, and then a loud cry as he came into Aistbar’s hand. The man grinned as
Legolas’ seed spilled into his strong hand, and he raised it to Legolas’ face,
smearing the elf’s own cum down his cheek and then down the bleeding cut that
descended to his navel. Legolas growled in disgust.
“For shame, little one.” Aistbar jeered. “I thought you had more kick in you
than that.”
	The man walked across the room and picked up an old book.
“I know what you are thinking, elf. You wish for me to allow you to pass. You
want me to hurry up and have my way with you so that Mandos becomes your new
home.” Aistbar sneered. “I am not so daft, little one, as you think I am.”
	Legolas cringed as the man began chanting in the language of Mordor. The elf
became weak and slouched into his chains as the chanting begame more passionate.
A bright, yellow light streaked across the room, and the chanting ceased, and
Legolas could hardly believe anything had happened.
	Aistbar slammed the book shut with a thump that echoed through the large 
room.
“Now you will be mine.” He said, and walked quickly over to Legolas, not wanting
to wait for his reward. Legolas’ eyes grew wide and he yanked at the chains,
testing them to see if he could force them out of the wall. He knew it was
hopeless. Aistbar stopped barely out of the elf’s reach and slowly removed his
clothes, reveling in the look of horror that came across his elf’s face.  Once
his clothes were removed, and his naked body, glistening with sweat, was fully
exposed to the elf’s eyes, he closed the space between them, and grabbed the
elf’s face in his hand.
“You will perform for me, and for anyone else I ask you to.” Aistbar whispered
in Legolas’ ear, and then kissed him fully on the lips. He let go of Legolas’
cringing face and picked up the elf’s legs, wrapping them around his body and
holding them there. Legolas whimpered in protest, and wiggled his body
helplessly, but it just provoked the evil man further.
	With a loud cry of pain, Legolas was impaled by Aistbar’s manhood, and 
tears
burst from his eyes. The man began pumping in and out of the elf’s body,
grunting and moaning with pleasure. Legolas’ body was shoved into the stone
wall, and blood began seeping from a wound on his head and scratches on his
back. The elf screamed in pain and mentally used every swear word he knew. With
one last forceful thrust Aistbar came inside the elf, and he screamed outloud.
“Who owns you?”
	Legolas gave no reply, but waited for Aistbar’s body to calm down and for the
man to extract himself, but he did not. Legolas was reduced to sobbing and
tears, and when the man shoved his body back against the wall and yelled, “Who
owns you?” once again, Legolas choked on his words of “You do, master.” And fell
to unconsciousness.