Title: No One Trusts an Elf! Author: Wagner Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Erestor/Legolas ; Haldir/Legolas ; Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas Warnings: BDSM, graphic violence, graphic sex, h/c Summary: Legolas wanders through the woods alone when he realises he is followed. When he meets an Elf and his friend, he believes himself to be secure. But is wrong... Feedback: Please!!! dracula_1889@hotmail.com Author’s Note: This is my first Elf-fic. I am usually into Mordor-stuff. Dedication: To Armand, dear one! Merry Christmas! “No!” Terrible shrieks were piercing the night, and the young Elf, slender and beautiful, was nearly mad in fear for them. He heard those shrill voices that were screeching with the sound of the dead, and he whispered weakly “No, leave me alone, please!” But they did not go. The Wraiths were finding him, they were coming ever closer. Legolas could her them approach and felt their presence, that fearful and cold presence of sinews and bones alive. Why were they following him, why were they hunting after the Elf? Legolas was going crazy by the imagination of the Black Riders behind him. Bang! The Elf himself screamed when he bumped into someone on his way, afraid it finally was a Ringwraith. But it was not a black and bloodthirsty creature, it was another Elf. This one was holding his hand down to Legolas, wanting to lift the terrified youth up again. He smiled, a kind and gentle Elven smile. “Do not be afraid!”, a calm voice said quietly. Legolas looked up. The Elf looked friendly. He had long strands of silver hair falling down from his pointed ears as he looked down to Legolas on the floor. His eyes were light blue and shimmering. He was stronger than most of the Elves Legolas had met before, but the Elf looked trustful and somehow proud and noble. Legolas decided at once to trust him and become his friend. Hesitating no longer, the young Elf let himself be raised to his feet. The silver- haired Elf smoothed his clothes that were dirty from the ground and torn. “I am Haldir!”, he said. “And you are escaping Wraiths, am I right?” “Yes!”, Legolas whispered. “They are following me. For hours. I am scared!” He took a deep breath and looked Haldir into his eyes. “By the way, I am Legolas, from Mirkwood.” Haldir lifted an eyebrow. “Mirkwood, yes? I am from the Golden Woods of Lothlórien. I have a friend with me, Erestor. He is off to look where the Ringwraiths have gone. I think they will not dare to hunt after you any second longer!” Legolas smiled. “Thank you!”, he quietly said for he could not understand that quickly that those Elves had probably saved his life. “I am very much in your honour, Haldir!” The other Elf returned the smile he was given by the youth. “It is just my duty to protect Elven cousins! Come , I will bring you to Erestor’s and my night-place!” He took Legolas by the hand, treating the young scared Elf nearly like a little child, and moved forward into a direction Legolas had not gone before. Haldir this Elf was called. Legolas was more thankful to him than he could have expressed himself a minute before. =^..^= “Hello Erestor!”, Haldir called over to the Elf that was standing among blankets and a fireplace. “I found the Elf that was obviously the reason we had seen the Ringwraith!” “Ah!”, the other Elf replied and smiled at his guest. “You were lucky we were near, boy!” Legolas smiled kindly to show Erestor his thanks. This Elf had long dark brown braises, so he was probably from Rivendell. This was just where Legolas was going. “Are you from Rivendell?”, he reflexively asked. Erestor nodded. “You surprise me, little Elf!”, he said. “You know a lot about your cousins, as it seems! Where are you going?” “Rivendell!”, Legolas replied, knowing this sounded stupid now. Haldir put on his smile again. “This is lovely!”, he exclaimed. “We can take you there, if you like. You are under our protection then ,and no Wraith or anything else will dare to harm you! Would you like that?” Legolas looked between the other two Elves. Somehow Haldir was a little too close, he felt. This silver-haired Elf treated Legolas as if they were long-ages friends, and the young Mirkwood-Elf disliked this familiar tone among them three. Nonetheless did he remain polite and said he would appreciate Haldir’s help a lot. “But it is not necessary, you know!”, he went on. “I will find my way alone!” Suddenly Haldir’s smirk turned into a grim face. “So you do not want our help?”, he asked angrily. “We rescued you and you do not even want us to take you to Rivendell safely! An uncharitable Elf you are!” Legolas felt offended. “I am sorry!”, he said. “But understand me, I do not even know you!” Haldir smiled at him in anticipation. “We WILL take you to your destination!”, he said firmly. “And you will learn to be thankful for our help, dear Elfling!” Legolas stepped away from Haldir because the situation had turned out to be uncomfortable for him. But when he moved away from the one Elf, he slightly crashed into the other one. Legolas jerked back, but both Haldir and Erestor were smiling at him. “Are you afraid again?”, Erestor asked. “We told the Black Riders to be gone, and there is no reason for fear anymore!” Legolas swallowed. “I would really like to go now!”, he said insecurely. Erestor grabbed his hand. “Stay with us!”, he said, just as firm as Haldir had spoken to the Mirkwood-Elf before. “You owe us your hospitality after we have saved you!” Legolas could not react fast enough, but suddenly Erestor turned his arm around and pulled it onto the back of the young Mirkwood-Elf. Legolas screamed out. “You are hurting me!”, he whimpered. “Why are you doing that?” But he fell on deaf ears. Haldir was already grabbing his other arm and pulled it to where the first one was. Legolas saw Erestor’s hand touch his stomach, and quickly he undid Legolas’ belt, using it to bind his hands behind his back. Legolas struggled. He tried to pull himself free but Haldir held him much too tight. Legolas’ arms were aching when the strong Elf pulled them roughly along a tree and bound them around the trunk. “No!”, Legolas screamed. “No, don’t!” Haldir and Erestor stepped back a little and looked at their captive in fascination. The way he hung with his head down on his chest... He made them feel aroused somehow. He was such a beautiful young Elf. Haldir moved forward to let his hand go down Legolas’ chest. Again the young Elf began to flinch and pull at his bonds. Erestor touched his stomach again. Both captors of him were stroking Legolas over his clothes, and it did not take long until the first hand moved under his tunic. Two buttons sprang open. Legolas saw the white flesh of his chest come free under the clothings. Haldir unbuttoned the whole shirt. He pulled it to the sides and over Legolas’ shoulders so that the Elf that was bound to the tree stood with his bare chest in front of them. His head hung, his hair lay on his skin. Haldir caressed his nipples and let wet licks go over the tiny nubs on Legolas’ chest. When Haldir took his chin to lift his head up, he noticed Legolas was crying silently. “What is this?”, he asked threading. Legolas’ eyes opened wide. Haldir was scaring him so much, all the time he was so possessive and making him afraid with his behaviour. “What are you doing to me?”, the little Elf asked quietly. Haldir wiped away a tear from Legolas’ cheek. “Teach you being thankful!”, he replied. And with this, he bent forward to embrace Legolas in a rough kiss. Though Haldir’s tongue was in his mouth, Legolas tried to scream. Tiny noises could even be heard by Erestor who did not stop stroking his hips and stomach. Haldir’s kiss lasted forever. He moved along Legolas’ teeth and curled his tongue around Legolas’ tongue. Heavy breath was brushing against Legolas’ face. After hours, as it seemed to Legolas, Haldir let go of him. A pleased smile was on his face. “You are wonderful!”, Haldir said. Erestor dropped to his knees and fumbled at Legolas’ hoses. The captive held his breath when he felt the hands of the dark-haired Elf touch the skin of his stomach, and Erestor slowly pulled the hoses down. In a rage of anger, Legolas kicked him. Erestor fell onto his bum and looked up to Legolas in surprise. Haldir was surprised, too, but the cruel Elf was back in reality quickly. Angrily he grabbed Legolas’ chin and forced him to look at him. “You little bastard!”, he whispered. “I curse you, bloody hell! You will regret you have hurt my friend. You know I have a strong sense of protecting!” And a slap made Legolas’ face snap around. Now Haldir was really angry. He helped Erestor rise to his feet and gently pushed his hair back over his shoulders. Then they both looked at Legolas. Erestor grabbed the hoses roughly and pulled them down to the ground. Legolas blushed. He was standing naked in front of them. Haldir moved to the other side of the tree and unbound the young Elf. He still held Legolas’ hands tightly and threw the resisting Elf onto the ground. At once, Erestor was kneeling on Legolas, and the Mirkwood-Elf was better not trying to move. Haldir tore the tunic from Legolas’ back. He licked over the skin of his back so that Legolas’ felt a cold air at his body. He did not think of Erestor anymore when Haldir was working at the upper part of him. But Erestor came back into Legolas’ mind quick enough when he suddenly felt warmth encircling his bottom. Erestor was sitting on Legolas and was just opening the belt at his own hoses. Legolas struggled and tried to throw Erestor from him, but his upper body was pushed down harshly by Haldir. Legolas was freezing so much when his chest crashed onto the ground and the air was making the places cold that had been licked by Haldir before. Now he felt liquid on his bottom as well. He did not want to know what kind of liquid that was. Legolas screamed when Erestor entered him. Haldir was still pushing him down, and the young Elf could not say what was hurting him more: The shoulders that were pushed down so strongly that they felt they would break? Or Erestor who was getting ever deeper into him? Legolas choked on a sob. The Rivendell-Elf made a first thrust that made Legolas rock. He was so desperate about what was going on. The Elf in him thrust more and more, harder and deeper. Legolas sobbed openly now. While Erestor was having his fun, Haldir bent forward to kiss him. The two friends exchanged an ecstatic kiss that put fire into their eyes when they opened them again to look at each other. “I love you, pretty one!”, Legolas heard Haldir’s voice. Erestor smiled shyly. It took him long until he got his climax. Legolas first opened his eyes widely in fear when he felt the juice flow through him, then closed them to let tears escape. He had never imagined Elves being so nasty. He had never imagined it could be dangerous to walk along alone. He wanted to be in his daddy’s arms now, save and protected by a caring father. His thoughts were stopped cruelly when Erestor pulled out of Legolas. The Elf on the ground whimpered at that sudden movement and could not feel anything in that area for a few seconds. He had not regained his feelings, when the next one was taking place on him. If he had thought Erestor had been cruel, he had not experienced Haldir yet. The silver-haired Elf knew exactly what to do to make it hurt, and he enjoyed Legolas winding under him in fear and pain. Erestor sat next to them and watched his friend in amusement how cruel he was. Haldir was the best friend he could ever imagine to have. When Haldir left Legolas’ body, the young Mirkwood-Elf thought he was torn in two. It was burning, trembling and everything else inside him. He himself was trembling, too. From the cold and from the agony he was going through. Haldir and Erestor looked down at the shivering little figure that did not get up even though no one was sitting on it anymore. “Legolas, you showed us your thankfulness now!”, Erestor said dearly. “You can get up now, we are no longer hungry!” Legolas stopped breathing that loud to hear what they were saying. Could he trust their words? Ersetor kneeled down next to him and rolled the Elf onto his back. “Hey, get up you!”, he said, so friendly again as if nothing had happened. “We will take you to Rivendell now! Come on!” Legolas closed his eyes in disbelief. =^..^= The following days passed Legolas without him noticing he was alive. Legolas was just staring and did hardly react to anything that happened around him. They raped him about three more times. The first time was just like the time before, when they were still in the forest. Haldir had pushed him down to let Erestor enter him, and then it had been Haldir’s turn to get his pleasures with the blonde Mirkwood-Elf. The next one they had started to be more gentle, caressing his cheeks and then go down to his groin. Because they had not managed to arise Legolas, they had forced him to take their own arousal into his mouth. He had thrown up silently when they had gone to sleep. It had been a horrible taste for him, both Erestor and the nasty Haldir. And number three had included everything. Haldir had been inside Legolas, and Erestor had force-fed him with his seed. Whenever he had refused anything, they have given him beatings. And the had always kissed him – everywhere. Legolas hated to think of their mouths and tongues entering his own mouth and wetting his body surface all over. His clothes felt so dirty and worn whenever they allowed him to put them on again. And one day, to Legolas it had seemed like ages, they reached the Elvenhome of Rivendell. When Haldir saw the bridges and waterfalls from a the far, he smiled to Erestor and said lovely words about the homeland of his Elven friend. Erestor would have wanted to visit his friends there one more time – but they would have found out about Legolas. So the two Elves that had taken him just threw him down their horse and turned away from Rivendell. Legolas coughed and looked up to Haldir and Erestor. They did not look at him anymore but were too busy turning away and riding off. When they were out of sight, Legolas dared to get up. His clothes were torn, and he walked as if being drunk. Breathing loudly, he tumbled towards the gates of Rivendell. The first Elf that saw him was an Elf called Glorfindel. He had long strands of wonderful whitish blonde hair, and he saw Legolas tumbling towards him, though Legolas did not notice he was approaching another Elf. “Mae govannen?”, Glorfindel greeted carefully when Legolas was in his near. Legolas jerked back. “Leave me alone! Leave me alone, Haldir!”, he screamed. Glorfindel looked at him in puzzlement. “My friend, what have you got? I am not there to hurt you! You look terrible!” Legolas lifted his hand to show Glorfindel he should stay away. “I have heard that sweet talk before!”, he exclaimed with a thin voice. “But I won’t fall into it one more time! Just get off and leave me in peace!” Glorfindel did stay away and watched Legolas, not understanding what was going on. “I...”, he wanted to say but suddenly the Elf before him fell to his knees with a sigh. Glorfindel stopped speaking. Legolas bent to the sides and to his front, and finally he collapsed completely in front of Glorfindel. He crashed to the ground and let go a last little sigh before swoon. Now Glorfindel rushed to him in alarm. “Ai Elbereth!”, he called out helplessly. “What can I be doing?” He tried to lift Legolas up but the Elf in his arms hung too heavy to be held by this one slender Rivendell-Elf. Glorfindel turned his heads towards the bridges. “Help me!”, he shouted. “Help!” A soft whisper came down to Legolas’ ear: “It will be alright, my friend! Whatever may have happened, we will care for you now!” Then he fell into complete blackness. =^..^= “What has HAPPENED to that boy?”, Elrohir asked in a rage. All his life through he had never seen something comparable to this. Elladan, who sat on a chair next to the bedroom door, lifted his shoulders. “I have no idea!”, he said. “Glorfindel found him before the gates. He swooned and said something we did not understand. Poor lad!” Elrohir exhaled audibly. He was nervous because he wanted to know what was wrong with this Elf. And suddenly, it made the twins spring up, Lord Elrond came out of the room. “What has he?”, Ellladan asked quickly. Elrond smiled to the twins. “He is getting better!”, he said. “Glorfindel is with him and tries to comfort him. I think he is from Mirkwood but I am not sure about that!” The twins nodded. The Elven Lord replied their nods and walked away with noble movements. The twins remained at the door and decided to wait until also Glorfindel would come out. They wished to see the Elf that has been treated medically by Lord Elrond. They worried for him. And after a while, Glorfindel came out into the hallway. He said hello to Elladan and Elrohir and left them, too, just like Lord Elrond had done before. The twins looked at each other. “Let us visit him!”, Elladan said. Elrohir hesitated. “We should not do that!”, he marvelled. “Lord Elrond has...” “Oh, come on!”, Elladan interrupted. And Elrohir was persuaded. Quietly they opened the door to Legolas’ bedroom. The fair Elf with his long blonde hair lay sleeping in his sheets. He did not notice anything around him, and the twins liked to watch him in that state. They could study all of his features, and yet he would never know! Legolas moaned. He was dreaming bad. He saw Haldir in his mind, how he smiled at him and in spite of this lovely face caused him pain. How could Legolas have ever trusted him that quickly? From the first view he thought they would be friends! That haunted him now in his dreams. Elladan and Elrohir exchanged looks. “He is in pain!”, Elladan suggested. “No, he is dreaming!”, Elrohir corrected. They stood as close to the bed as it was possible. Suddenly Legolas cried out in his dream, and both of the twins jerked back. When Legolas remained sleeping, they approached again. “We should try to calm him down!”, Elladan said. “He must be consoled as it seems. This boy has experienced something bad.” Elrohir nodded. He gently touched Legolas’ arm, but when the Elf did not react, he rocked him slightly. Legolas moaned and opened his eyes. Through dazed blue eyes he looked at Elladan and Elrohir and did not say a word. The twins smiled at him. “Do not be afraid!”, Elrohir said. “We saw you were dreaming nightmares and wanted to console you! Do you wish to tell us something, do you need our help?” Legolas’ eyes followed every movement the brothers did. When Elrohir held out his hand once more to touch his arm softly, Legolas flinched and shouted: “Do not touch me, Elf!” Elrohir lifted his hands in a defensive gesture. “It’s alright!”, he said. “I mean no harm to you!” “Do you want something?”, Elladan went on. “Can we do anything for you?” Legolas frowned. He wanted them to disappear, but he did not want to tell them. Elladan read his thoughts. “Come, brother,” he said to Elrohir, “he wants us to leave!” “No!”, Legolas cried unexpectedly when they moved to leave him. The brothers looked at him, puzzled. “So we shall stay?”, Elladan asked. “I am fine with that!” And they returned to the places they had been before, Elrohir next to Legolas’ bed and Elladan at his feet. They were insecure what to say or do. “Well,” Legolas said after a while, “do not think of me to be an uncharitable Elf! I must appear awfully unfriendly to others, I think. But please understand me! I...have met two others who were not so very kind to me!” Elrohir raised his head. “What has happened?”, h asked alarmed. Legolas tried to sit up but he was weakened and his limbs hurt. He said: “I was on my way here because I wanted to visit my Elven cousins of Rivendell. I was hunted by Ringwraiths. I met two Elves who said they would protect me from the Wraiths and take me safely to your home. But they betrayed me. They wanted more from me than only thanks. They... ah...” He hung his head in despair, and Elrohir began to understand. “Were they rough with you?”, he gently asked. Legolas nodded quietly. The twins exchanged looks, then looked back to Legolas. “What is your name?”, Elladan asked. “Legolas!”, was the answer. Elladan smiled. “Greenleaf!”, he said. “I like that name!” Legolas raised his head. He studied Elladan’s features, so even and so fair. His twin looked identical, and Legolas doubted he would have reckoned who was who by just seeing them. And he still did not know their names. “Who...”, he wanted to start but was stopped by Elrohir’s warm hand that was placed on his shoulder. Legolas’ eyes turned to him, and he did not resist. Elrohir softly stroked the shoulder, and his eyes flashed. Legolas breathed more audible. And suddenly, the blonde Elf did not know himself why he allowed this, Elrohir leant forth to place his mouth onto Legolas’. A nudge from his tongue claimed entrance to Legolas’ mouth, and the young Mirkwood-Elf opened it to let Elrohir in. They kissed passionately. Elrohir seemed to suck out Legolas’ fear with his mouth, and when he let go of him again, Legolas smiled to the dark-haired Elf. He looked over to Elladan and bent forward so that this Elf could kiss him as well. Elladan’s kiss did not last as long but it was at least as good as Elrohir’s. The twins went on wordlessly. Elrohir climbed into Legolas’ bed, and Elladan did the same at Legolas’ feet. He licked over the skin of the legs, not a hair on them, and worked himself up under Legolas’ nightrobes. Elrohir caressed Legolas’ face with his own and held his neck carefully. But suddenly, when Elladan was very much approaching private areas, Legolas had the vision of Erestor fumbling at his breeches. With a gasp he pushed Elladan to the side. The dark-haired Elf looked startled and Legolas realised he had been lost in his imaginations. “I... Oh, I am so... I...”, he tried to express himself, but Elrohir lay a soothing finger on his lips. “Shhh, Legolas!”, he said softly. “Whoever may have hurt you, and whatever he may have done to you, we will show you this can be love as well, not only pain. Alright?” The young Mirkwood-Elf nodded hardly visibly, and with pleasure and care the twins continued their ministrations. Elrohir let his tongue wonder over Legolas’ throat and he sucked the column of it. Then he licked his ear and took the tip of it into his mouth, bathing it and nibbling at it. Meanwhile Elladan was stroking the insides of Legolas’ thighs, climbing slowly up to his groin. Elrohir removed Legolas’ dress from his shoulders. He hesitated when he saw the bruises on them, and the marks, but then he kissed every place that was showing how bad Legolas had been treated. Legolas closed his eyes. He allowed the twins to remove his nightdress completely, and he lay bare on his bed with a twin on each side of him. They were undressing themselves, too. Legolas felt their skin on his and enjoyed the feeling of it. It was all so very different to what he had experienced before... They were caring for him, being so kind and good to him. Elladan took his length into his mouth. Legolas gasped when he felt the warm wet mouth around him, and instinctively he thrust his hips against it. Elrohir touched Legolas at his shoulders and tried to lift up his upper part of the body. Legolas went with the movement and sat while Elladan had his head still on his lap. The twin that had been next to him now moved behind him. A shiver ran down Legolas’ spine when he felt the warm body of that Elf at his back, pressing against him. Carefully Legolas sat up a little. This made him come deeper into Elladan’s mouth and gave Elrohir the chance to take Legolas onto his lap. It felt so good when Legolas sat back and sheathed himself on Elrohir’s prick. All three Elves were pleasing each other now. Elrohir thrust deep into Legolas and made his head fall back against his chest. Elrohir kissed his neck and touched his nipples while Elladan was stroking his hips with a free hand. Soon Legolas could not hold still anymore. He released his seed into Elladan’s mouth and fell back onto Elrohir. The Rivendell-Elf lay back so that Legolas was lying on him. A few more thrusts followed in that position – then also Elrohir came. When both Legolas and Elrohir had had their climaxes, all three of them lay still and gasping on the bed. Elladan was the first to look up again. White liquid had left a trace from running down his chin, and his eyes were shining from the taste he had just have. Legolas smiled at him, then tried to look at Elrohir who was beneath him. Legolas rolled over to the side to let Elrohir slip out of his body. The Rivendell- Elf moaned when he came free and looked at the blonde Elf to his side. “Are you happy, Legolas?”, he asked quietly. Legolas smiled. “Yes!”, he said, and he meant it with all his heart. =^..^= The sun shone into Legolas’ bedroom, and the Mirkwood-Elf looked happily at the two other Elves that were sleeping in the room. They had both gotten themselves a chair and sat at each side of the bed, leaning with their heads on the sheets and being still asleep in dreams. The sun shone especially onto Elrohir whose hair was like chocolate then. Elladan’s looked darker, not being in the sunlight. A knock on the door made Legolas look up. When the door opened he saw Elrond looking in, the Lord of Rivendell and its Elves. “Good morning!”, he greeted silently, but when he noticed the other Elves his mouth opened in astonishment. “Elladan! Elrohir!”, he called. “What are YOU doing in here?” Half asleep the two Elves woke up. Elrohir was rubbing his eyes, and Elladan yawned. “Good morning, my Lord!”, Elladan said. “We took care of our guest the whole night! We think he is fit again to walk freely in your realm and watch the beauty of this place!” Elrond remained completely astonished. “But... How did you come in here? I had told Glorfindel to be the last visitor of our guest!” Elladan smiled. “Well, he let us in!”, he said. “Legolas was happy to have us with him, not being so alone all night!” Elrond let his eye-brows sink though he looked at the twins in disbelief. They were behaving like little Elflings from time to time! But the Lord was pleased to hear Legolas was fine again. A smile turned to the Mirkwood-Elf. “I am glad you are alright!”, he said. “Will you get up and find yourself some clothes? I asked Glorfindel to choose a gown for you, and then you may look for something complete. Glorfindel is waiting for you!” Legolas smiled broadly. “Thank you, Lord Elrond!”, he said. “Thank you for everything!” And a look went to the sides where Elladan and Elrohir sat. =^..^= Wagner’s last project: “Blood and Torture”, Saruman/Gríma ; Ringwraiths/Haldir Wagner’s next project(s): “Blood and Torture – part 2” a Frodo/Shagrat (or was it Snaga?) E-Mail me!!!