Title: Perilous Author: A Gentleman of Virtue Author's Email: elizabeth@spitfire.net Pairing: Legolas/Boromir Rating: R Warning: nonconsensual sexual situation, not graphic Disclaimer: I don・t think Tolkien would have countenanced this, even if he・d been asked. Authors Note: Was written after reading one too many of those ．Aragorn beats and rapes a sobbing Legolas・ stories. I mean, whatever floats your boat is alright with me, but really, what *movie* did these people see? Anyhoo, the muse would only entertain stories that featured Legolas kicking someone・s ass (trademarked by me as SemperFie!Legolas). So this happened. Takes place after the fellowship leave Lothlorien and most probably after the extended version scene of Boromir and Aragorn arguing on the riverbank. Rated for attempted rape. Summary: "I will help you hunt," Boromir had said, a cool but gracious overture of peace after a wretched squabble between man and elf that had finally reduced Aragorn to cursing at them both. "I need no help," Legolas had replied blandly. "I never miss." "Perilous." Legolas moves slowly and silently among the soft saplings and ferns at the margin of the wood, stalking a young hind grazing in the open meadow beyond the trees. Carefully, he draws an arrow from the quiver on his back and notches the fletch against the bowstring. He lifts the bow and begins to draw. Abruptly, his gaze slides from the grazing hind to the man half-hidden in the undergrowth a short way off. Their eyes meet. Boromir, nonplussed at being discovered, eases to his feet and nods as if in casual greeting. Legolas returns his attention to the hind. Impulsively, Boromir steps forward. The hind lifts her head. Legolas glances at Boromir. Boromir, grinning vindictively, strides out of the trees. "Hyah!" he cries, when the hind remains frozen in fear. His rough voice breaks the spell; the hind leaps away, bounding for the cover of the woodland on the far side of the meadow. Legolas, furious at Boromir・s interference, refuses to accept defeat and starts in pursuit of the hind. Boromir runs after him, determined to lend whatever aid he can to the hind and so force Legolas to return to the campsite empty-handed. Legolas skims through the long grass, the lush green strands whipping his soft boots as he goes. The hind veers, trying to shake him off, but Legolas swerves with her, scarcely breaking stride. Boromir realizes hind and elf are too closely matched for speed; she will not escape by simple flight. He strips his dagger from its sheath and lets fly at the ground just in front of the hind. Startled by the sudden thwack of the blade into the soft turf, both hind and elf skitter to a halt. Without hesitation, the hind leaps away in a new direction. Legolas, however, wastes a precious second scowling at Boromir before springing forward again, intent on the animal. Boromir breaks into a headlong run after him. Legolas cries out in annoyance, all too aware of Boromir dogging his steps. The hind takes advantage of Legolas・s distraction and plunges into the woods, crashing through the soft green undergrowth. Legolas stops so abruptly that Boromir runs past him a little. Legolas swiftly raises his bow, certain he can take the hind even at this range before she disappears among the trees. Boromir, halting and turning quickly, sees Legolas with his bow drawn and aimed into the woods. With a cry of rage, Boromir launches bodily himself at the elf, cannoning into Legolas just as the arrow sheers from the bow. The shot goes hopelessly wide; the hind dives into the gloom and is gone. Boromir and Legolas go down hard, Boromir・s considerable weight slamming Legolas into the ground so violently that Boromir expects to hear every bone in the elf・s slender frame crack under the impact, but Legolas is supple and strong as a snake. He thrashes under Boromir, trying to throw him off. Boromir, realizing his only hope of defense is to press the advantage of his position, rears up on his knees and punches Legolas brutally across the jaw. Legolas・s head snaps to one side, fair hair streaming across his face. Boromir draws back his fist to strike again; Legolas lashes out with both hands, striking Boromir in the center of his chest, hard enough to knock the man clear off the elf and onto his back. Boromir rolls and scrambles into a crouch, ready to spring again. "Stay! Be content with the insult you have already done me," Legolas says steadily, rising easily to his feet and using the back of his hand to wipe away the smear of blood gathering at the corner of his mouth. "Content!" Boromir growls. "I see but little improvement in your manners, Lord Elf, and I mean to mend your arrogance yet." Legolas・s eyes narrow, but he doesn・t respond. He steps forward, making to pass Boromir and retrieve his bow and quiver lying in the grass, but Boromir moves to block his way. "Do not answer me with silence," Boromir shouts, and beneath his fury there・s an unmistakable note of appeal. "I will not speak to you while you are in this passion," Legolas says flatly, refusing to meet Boromir・s glare. "It does no good service to either one of us." "No, indeed, you will not speak -- or look, or deign to know I breathe. But whether you will it or no, you shall answer me fair." Legolas condescends to look directly at Boromir, and the cool indifference in the elf・s dark blue eyes infuriates Boromir even more. Boromir lunges and Legolas twists to one side, deflecting a blow that doesn・t materialize, and so leaves himself off-balance in the instant Boromir catches hold of him by the hair and pulls him closer. Legolas, more startled than overpowered, barely resists until Boromir thrusts his parted lips at Legolas・s mouth. Legolas, horrified, recoils. "No!" He glares at Boromir, outrage finally shattering his elf composure. Boromir, grinning viciously, tightens his grip on the fistful of fair hair he holds. "Would you take what I am unwilling to give?" Legolas demands in disbelief. "All the more because you are unwilling," Boromir rasps. "Gondor is not to have the ring; very well, but are all my desires to come to nothing? I am owed some good for this adventure." "Boromir. Take counsel with your reason now, or I shall teach you a harder lesson," Legolas warns quietly. "Sing away little bird," Boromir goads. "You are not yourself," Legolas protests, withstanding Boromir・s attempt to draw him closer still. "On the contrary. Were I not Boromir, I might be content to have you lead me by the nose as others are, but I know where I shall be lord and master." Legolas stills, yielding to Boromir・s strength sufficiently to allow Boromir to pull the elf・s body against his own. "Will you not spare me?" Legolas pleads urgently. "If I acknowledge that you have the power to compel me, is that not enough for your pride?" "For my pride, perhaps," Boromir jeers, grasping Legolas・s chin and forcing the elf・s face towards his own. "But my hunger will have more than mere words from you." Legolas suffers the first rough, smearing contact between their mouths, but when Boromir tries to thrust his hand into the front of Legolas・s tunic, Legolas suddenly slackens in the man・s grip, momentarily shifting their weight off center. Boromir moves to regain control, but Legolas twists hard, and Boromir feels the hank of cool hair in his fist begin to slide from between his fingers. He clutches at it, but the strands are fine as silk and smooth as water; even as his fist tightens again, the last few threads flick free and are gone. Boromir stares at his empty hand in confusion. Legolas punches him hard across the face. Boromir staggers, and then lunges. Legolas steps aside, catching Boromir by the tunic and swinging him around to meet another vicious jab in the face. Boromir stumbles back, keeping his feet with difficulty. "Peace," he coughs, wiping the blood from his nose onto his sleeve. "Peace!" Legolas snaps, his smooth features gathering into a frown of black fury. "How long will your truce last? Until you can contrive a knife against my throat?" He starts forward. Boromir tries to fend him off, but Legolas blocks, steps swiftly inside the attack and kicks Boromir・s feet out from under him. The man crashes to the ground and the elf straddles him, his forearm crushed across the man・s throat. "You have gone too far," Legolas says levelly. "And you shall go further now whether you will or no." Boromir・s eyes widen, aggression giving way to foreboding. He is uncomfortably aware of the unexpected density of Legolas・s slender frame, and the inhuman strength that allows the elf to resist effortlessly the struggles of a man much larger than himself. Even more disquietening, Legolas・s face has regained its customary composure, and only the fire snapping behind his dark eyes hints at his rage. Boromir has an unpleasant flash of recollection -- Legolas slaughtering orcs at Balin・s tomb, killing with the same expression of unemotional absorption on his fair face. Legolas shifts and Boromir tenses, almost expecting the sudden agony of a blade between his ribs. Instead of the bite of cold steel, Boromir cries out at the shocking warmth and softness of Legolas・s mouth against his throat. For a few seconds, Boromir continues to struggle, trying to escape the insistent heat of Legolas・s kiss, but then the quality of his movement changes into a slow writhe of pleasure. "I knew it," Boromir gasps, as Legolas shifts his attack to the sensitive skin at the corner of Boromir・s jaw. "For all your cold eyes, you are no more than a wanton animal." "Do not speak," Legolas orders, driving his fingers deep into the thick fall of Boromir・s russet brown hair and covering Boromir・s mouth with his own. Boromir, far from resisting, spreads his broad hands over Legolas・s slender back and pulls him closer. Legolas releases his hold on one side of Boromir・s hair and shifts his hand to grip the rock-hard ridge of Boromir・s erection. Boromir cries out, the sound muffled between their mouths. "You desire this," Legolas mutters, breaking the kiss. "Are mortal men made so differently?" Boromir laughs breathlessly. "Can you not read it on my flesh? Must you have me say the words?" Legolas waits expectantly. "Yes -- yes I desire you," Boromir says, his hips moving impatiently under Legolas・s hand. Legolas moves suddenly, roughly flipping Boromir from his back onto his stomach. "No!" Boromir snaps, more annoyed than alarmed. "Not like this -- I do not submit to this!" "Then you must hope you have the power to resist," Legolas says coldly. Boromir thrashes up onto his knees, anger giving way to a frantic need to escape, but too late he begins to understand the strength of an elf. Legolas shoves him down again, face into the earth, catching each of Boromir・s wrists in turn and tethering them behind Boromir・s back. "You will not do this," Boromir cries. "No elf could do such a thing." "You trust a great deal to the compassion of one you would have despoiled as an animal," Legolas snarls, sweeping the skirts of Boromir・s tunic out of the way and ruthlessly gripping the man・s hips. "All I can promise is, I shall not cause you more pain than absolutely necessary -- which, I think, is more than you would have done for me." He knees Boromir・s legs further apart. Boromir feels the graze of Legolas・s hands on his behind and gasps, but Legolas・s touch is far from cruel. Legolas strokes and squeezes through Boromir・s clothing, reaching between the man・s legs and gently working the half-heavy flesh to full hardness. Boromir moans in anguish. Legolas turns his narrow hips, fitting himself into the cleft of the man・s behind, slender strong hands holding Boromir in place despite his uncertain effort to pull away. "Is that all the fight you have in you?" Legolas asks evenly. Boromir groans raggedly. Legolas grasps the back of his tunic and pulls him upright on his knees. "Or have you lost the strength to resist?" Legolas murmurs, his lips close enough behind Boromir・s ear to stir the copper strands of hair curling there. Boromir is breathing hard, his eyes squeezed shut. "No, you have strength enough," Legolas purrs, reaching around to grip the bulge of Boromir・s erection through folds of tunic skirts. "It is will to resist that you lack." "Yes," Boromir hisses, his head falling back against Legolas・s shoulder as he gives in completely to the insistent caress of the elf・s skillful fingers. "Yet you know what I will do to you," Legolas says softly, his free hand sliding into the open collar of Boromir・s tunic and down the heaving plane of the man・s chest. "I will take you, and whatever pain there is, you must bear as best you can. I care not -- you are nothing but flesh to me." "And to myself," Boromir gasps brokenly. "And being only flesh, I must be governed by flesh. I cannot resist you if you force me." "I will not force you, Boromir," Legolas says very carefully. "Even now, I would set you free. If you will remain captive, you must ask me. Nay, you must beg me." Boromir gasps a hollow laugh. "I knew you would have too much compunction to give me what I had too much pride to ask for. Well, my pride is overthrown -- I ask -- I beg. Take me at your will, I shall not resist. Only untie me -- I want to touch you. Let my submission count for so much more, being entirely of my own choosing." He shudders, feeling the cool glance of Legolas・s fingers on his wrists as Legolas unwinds the pliant leather bonds. Boromir, freed, presses his hands back between their bodies, his fingers flexing hungrily on the curve of Legolas・s thigh muscles. "Use me as you wish," Boromir says shakily. "Hurt me or not at your pleasure. I shall deny you nothing." Legolas pushes him off abruptly, rising and stepping around to face him. Boromir, scowling, lifts his head to meet Legolas・s cold gaze. "You covet what it does you no honor to desire," Legolas says grimly, "and then try to take it by force. Well, in seeking to be master here, you have become a slave. Do you think you can rule the One Ring any more than you have this elf?" Boromir, aghast, struggles to his feet. "No -- Legolas -- I have greatly wronged you in my actions, I know, but not in my feelings. Only forgive me, and I will -- " Legolas moves a pace or two aside, lifting his quiver and bow from the grass. He slings the quiver over his shoulder, then turns the bow in his hands, examining it for any hurt -- as if a weapon of the Galadhrim could be injured by a fall into soft grass. "Take heed while you can," he says mildly, putting the bow across his shoulder. "Remember your honor, that others might remember you as honorable. There is nothing else left to any of us on this road." He turns away, moving towards the woodland again. "Do not leave me!" Boromir cries. "Have I touched nothing in you? What are you? Do you feel nothing at all? Or is everything you feel yet under the curb of your will? What are you?" Legolas pauses, but does not turn around. "An elf," he says softly, then walks away through the long grass to the gloom beneath the trees.