Title: Elven Agony
Author: Vesta 
Pairing: Boromir/Legolas
Type: NC-17 very dark slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mind. Boromir and Legolas belong to 
Tolkien. I'm just playing with them for awhile.
WARNING!!!!!!!!!! Contains slash/bdsm/rape/violence/character death. 
If you are under age turn back now. If this type of fiction bothers 
you, turn back now. I will NOT be held responsible for any troubling 
experiences due to reading this story. This is also NOT movie or 
book verse, only a story written on a dark day when I was 
experiencing a dark mind. read at your own risk!
Author's notes: This is the only dark fic I've written so far and 
honestly I don't know how often i could write something like this. 

ELVEN AGONY 
Chapter 1

Legolas' eyes grew wide as he came out of reverie. Still he could 
not see, someone had blindfolded him. He was being held down by many 
strong hands and soon something was placed over his nose and mouth. 
He could smell a sickeningly sweet scent and tried to fight. He was 
soon unconscious. When he awoke, he was in some dank dark place and 
hanging from chains in the ceiling, his feet barely touching the 
floor. He shivered as he realized he was only in his leggings, all 
other clothing and his boots were gone. Looking around he tried to 
see who or what his captor was. He was alone.

He did not know how long he was unconscious, nor did he know how long 
he had been here. Looking around as best as he could, he surveyed 
his surroundings. He was in a dungeon of some sort. Hanging from 
the walls were shackles and chains and instruments of torture. There 
was also a table with straps that had what looked like old blood on 
it. He had never seen the likes of something like this. His stomach 
gripped in fear. Who would do this? Who had he angered? There was 
only one person who had claimed they would make him his. One person 
who he had turned down. One person who swore if they couldn't have 
him, no one else would. Boromir. But would he stoop to something 
like this? 

His shoulders felt like they were going to separate from their 
sockets and he tried to put more pressure on his toes to alleviate 
the pain. It helped but very little. How long had he been there? 
How long would he be kept there? How long to wait before he knew for 
sure who was doing this to him? He continued to look around, 
shuddering at the thought of the things done to others here. The 
agonies and tortures that have been experienced here. These were the 
play toys of someone with a sick and sadistic mind. Someone who had 
no respect for others lives. 

The hairs on the back of his neck stood suddenly as he felt someone 
enter the room. They had to have used a secret passageway, for the 
main doors had not opened. He used his toes to turn himself to look 
around. In one dark corner he saw a man staring at him. Even with 
his elven sight he could not make out the mans features, the corner 
was so dark. Glaring at the man he demanded, "Who are you, and why 
do you hold me against my will?" He was rewarded with a chuckle. It 
sounded familiar. His eyes narrowed as he realized his first 
assumption was right. It was Boromir. 

He watched as Boromir stepped out into the light of the candles, one 
hand hidden behind him and snarled at him. "Why do you have me here 
against my will Boromir? Why do you do this to me?" Boromir's eyes 
glittered as he answered. "My dear Legolas, do you not remember when 
I told you, if I could not have you then no one else would either?" 
Legolas snorted in disgust. "Why would I have you Boromir? When you 
so disgust me?" With this remark, Legolas learned what was hidden 
behind the Man's back. Boromir growled angrily at him and brought up 
a whip. Drawing his arm back, he lashed out, the whip wrapping 
around Legolas' body with a snap. Caught off guard the Elf screamed 
in agony. When the second lash came, Legolas was ready. He gritted 
his teeth against the pain. 

"You will suffer Elf, for denying me. For thinking you are too good 
for me. For your haughtiness." Boromir ground through his teeth. 
Another whip lash opened another cut on the Elf's body. His body 
jerking at the pain. "I have denied you Boromir, because I am too 
good for you. Your actions today have proved it." Legolas hissed. 
Another whip lash was his reward for his insolence. "And you 
continue to prove it Boromir." Another lash. "So instead of trying 
to change your ways for the better, you must drug me, bind me and 
whip me? Once again you have proven the weakness of men. Your 
weakness in particular." Legolas hissed again when another lash came 
out. 

"You do not help yourself with your smart mouth Legolas." Boromir 
gritted out. "And you are a weak stinking human Boromir!" spat 
Legolas. His teeth gritted once again against the pain of the whip. 
He could feel blood trickling down his torso. No matter what he 
would not give into Boromir, nor give him the satisfaction of 
screaming again. "I will make you mine Legolas." Boromir spat. "Not 
by my will Boromir. I would never willingly have you, as filthy as 
you are. " Another whip lash. "Mind, body, or soul. All are 
tainted." Legolas hissed. He bit his lip, tasting blood as another 
lash of the whip came about him.

After he was weakened sufficiently, Boromir approached him. Grabbing 
Legolas' hair, he pulled his head back roughly and placed a forceful 
and painful kiss on his lips. When he pulled away, Legolas spit in 
his face. "You even taste disgusting, MAN!" Legolas said with 
narrowed eyes. His head snapped back and he sank into sweet 
unconsciousness when Boromir fisted his hand and punched him in the 
jaw. 




Disclaimers: See Chapter 1
WARNING!!!! Contains bdsm/rape/torture/blood letting/character death

CHAPTER 2

Legolas woke with a groan. He was alone once again in the darkness. 
He knew not how long he had been unconscious. Although he was still 
sore, he could feel that his wounds were already healing. His body 
was still on fire though, along with his jaw. He tried to struggle 
in his bonds, to no avail. He wondered to himself how long this 
would go on. It could last a very long time, if given continued 
chances to heal in between punishments. His mouth was dry and tongue 
swollen. He could taste the metallic tang of blood. The feel of 
dried blood upon his body caused it to itch. 

He did not have to wait long before he received company again. The 
filthy human Boromir, stood once again before him. This time he did 
not hide the whip he carried with him. "Legolas, give yourself once 
to me willingly and I will free you." he said. Legolas snorted in 
contempt. "I will NEVER give myself willingly to you. I would not 
soil myself in such a manner." The whip came up and then back down, 
coiling itself around his waist. A hiss of pain escaped Legolas' 
lips. "Then I will break you faire one. I will make you beg for me 
to take you." "NEVER!!!! Borormir! You flatter yourself with that 
thought." Boromir started raining down blows on Legolas. Soon he 
lapsed into unconsciousness again.

When he awoke this time, Boromir was still there. Waiting. Legolas 
hung weakly from his bonds and glared at Boromir. Wondering what 
would happen next. Boromir just stood there for awhile staring at 
him. Legolas' chin lifted in defiance and Boromir noticed. A glint 
of anger deepened his eyes and he slowly walked over the 
instrument table and lay down his whip. His back was to Legolas and 
so the Elf could not see what he was doing. His eyes narrowed in 
hatred when Boromir turned around holding a razor sharp dagger in his 
hand.

Careful to stay away from Legolas for now, Boromir walked around to 
the back of him. He let the flat of the blade run down cooly over 
Legolas' back. He smiled as he saw the Elf's back muscles flinch 
under the feel. He ran it back up and then quickly turned the 
sharpened edge against the skin. With a flick of his wrist, he 
opened up a bleeding gash across his back. The Elf cried out through 
clenched teeth. Boromir smiled. Another flick, another gash, 
another cry.

Soon the Elf was hanging in his bonds, weak from blood loss. 
Boromir now walked to the front of him, lifting the Elf's head up by 
his hair. The Elf's eyes still held a fiery hatred in them. With a 
grim smile, Boromir watched the Elf's face contort in agony and a 
small cry of pain escape his lips, as Boromir slashed across his 
chest. "Tell me what I want to hear Elf and I will release you from 
your bonds, and halt the torture." he growled. With a weakened 
determination, Legolas looked him in the eye, spat again once in his 
face and hissed, "NEVER!"

Boromir's eyes narrowed in hatred and Legolas felt another slash 
across his chest. This time it cut deep. He couldn't stop himself 
from screaming. He felt himself fade to unconsciousness again. He 
tried to fight it, but to no avail. He slipped into sweet release, 
if only temporarily. Boromir cupped the unconscious Elf's face in his 
hand and gently lay a kiss on his lips. "I will have you Elf. You 
will be mine." Boromir took his leave. 

When Legolas again woke, he was still hanging from his chains. His 
body was on fire, but when he looked down, he noticed that he had 
been cleaned up and healing salves had been placed on him. He smiled 
grimly, knowing this was going to last a very long time. But he 
would win in the end. He would not willingly submit to this filthy 
human. Not now, not ever. His spirit would not be broken. No 
matter what, this he vowed to himself. 


I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this, but I won't. One 
major warning!!!!!!!!Rape, more torture and character death in this 
one. 

CHAPTER 3

Legolas awoke startled when he felt a soft hand on his cheek. The 
woman who had touched him took a startled step back. Then she smiled 
attentively at him. She held in her hand a tray of food. He was 
famished. He did not know how long it had been since he had last 
eaten. He was surprised he was hungry at all with what he had been 
through. When he tried to speak to her, she dropped her head and 
refused to answer. She brought a goblet of water up to his lips, and 
he drank greedily. He asked, "Can you not speak to me? I only wish 
to hear a voice other than my own." She looked up at him, and 
touching her throat, she shook her head. She was mute. Legolas 
smiled ruefully. "Well, would you mind if I did at least?" She 
shook her head again, smiling shyly.

So in between bites of food, Legolas told her stories of his 
childhood in Mirkwood. Told her of the beauty of the place. He 
temporarily forgot his predicament as he lost himself in the tales. 
She listened raptly. The time passed swiftly and soon she had to 
leave. Legolas smiled gently at her and said, "Thank you for sharing 
my memories with me. And thank you for the food. "She smiled sadly at 
him, before curtsying and leaving. "That was so very touching 
Legolas." He turned to the hated voice. Boromir had been watching 
the whole time. "Now shall we talk Legolas? Will you submit to me, 
just once, willingly? And end this agony for us both?"

"If you want me Boromir, you shall have me." Boromir looked at him 
sharply and then his eyes narrowed at the next words. "But, it will 
be only when you have broken me, and THAT you filthy human, will 
NEVER happen." A sadistic laugh erupted from Boromir's lips, sending 
shivers down Legolas' spine. "You have so much fire, and no I don't 
want you broken Legolas, I want to take you while you still have that 
fire. I will take that fire from you when I am sheathed deep inside 
you princeling." With this Boromir took out his whip and started his 
punishment on Legolas again. 

When he was done whipping Legolas he once again took out the dagger. 
After placing several bleeding cuts across his back he stopped. 
Legolas was close to losing consciousness again and he would not allow 
it this time. Taking a bucket of water, he threw it in Legolas' 
face, causing the Elf to sputter. The Elf glared at him, while 
hanging weakly from his bonds once again. Boromir walked up and 
loosed the bonds, catching Legolas in his arms when he fell. The Elf 
hissed in pain at the feel of Boromir's rough tunic rubbing against 
his wounds. He tried to struggle away, but he was too weakened and 
Boromir kept a tight grip.

Boromir dragged him to the table and leaned him forward over it. 
After binding his arms to the sides and slightly above his head, he 
then bound his feet to the legs. Leaving him spread open. Legolas 
felt as Boromir slowly took the dagger and cut off his leggings. He 
tried to struggle for freedom weakly when he felt Boromir's hands run 
softly along his backside. "I will not submit to you willingly 
Boromir. Know that when you take me, it will be against my will and 
with thoughts of how much I hate you on my mind." Legolas said. 
Boromir barked out laughter and replied, "And remember my Elf 
Princling, that when I take you it will be with hatred for you also." 
With that said, he flicked his wrist and Legolas felt white heat 
across his back again from the gash Boromir had just opened.

"You are a pox on the race of Men Boromir. You show why the Eldar 
have come to despise men. " Boromir just laughed. "You know 
Legolas, if you had given into my advances, not only would we not be 
here right now. But, I would have shown you all the love I had for 
you in my heart." Legolas laughed at this. "Love? You call this 
love? If this is love, I would be mortified to see you when you 
hate!" Legolas hissed as another slash opened across his back. He 
smiled to himself at the fact that he may only be able to fight with 
words, but his words stung deep.

"You speak of love Boromir, if this is love, then I pity you. You 
must have had a sad life." Legolas hissed when another streak of 
white heat crossed his back. "Do you love all of your lovers in such 
a manner Boromir? Or am I to be your first?" He cried out when he 
heard Boromir roar in anger and cut him again. Very deeply. He 
didn't speak again, he had to save his energies for he could feel 
them slipping away with the loss of blood. Suddenly he tensed when 
he felt Boromir come up behind him and rub himself on his backside. 
His breeches were down and Legolas could feel his heat. "I do not 
submit to you Boromir. I have nothing but contempt and hatred for 
you. You will have me, only against my will." 

"Legolas, I have hatred and contempt for you also. But let me also 
show my love, need and want for you." Legolas laughed at this 
statement. "Love? You sully the word Boromir." He tried to arch his 
back in pain when he felt Boromir swipe his hand across his back. 
Boromir was coating himself with Legolas' blood. He started to press 
against Legolas and breaking past the barrier, pushed into him hard 
and deeply. Legolas screamed. Pain seared through him as Boromir 
took him. He gritted his teeth as he felt Boromir sliding in and out 
of him fast and hard. He only had to make it through this. It would 
not last long, with the pace Boromir was going at. 

He didn't know how right he was.

As Boromir got close, he leaned over the Elf and after biting the 
tip of his ear painfully, he whispered, "Legolas I do love you, and 
if I cant have you willingly then no one ever will." Legolas' 
stomach clenched in foreboding. His eyes widened and a scream escaped 
his lips that turned quickly into a gurgle when Boromir swiftly and 
deeply sliced the dagger across his neck. As his life's essence 
started to drain away he heard Boromir cry out his name from a 
distance and shoot his seed deep inside. 

Sleeping. It felt just like sleeping. 

The End