Title: Maybe Never
Author: Slash Writer (kelekesen@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Rape, slash 
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir, Legolas/Glorfindel, Aragorn/Legolas.
Summary: A virginal Legolas is raped by Haldir. Struggling to understand why this happened Legolas finds 
solace in the arms of Glorfindel – but Aragorn has designs of his own... I suck at summaries.

Legolas wiped the dew off his lips with the back of his hand. As Haldir’s guiding hands helped him over 
the bridge he sunk into a day dream, not noticing that the sounds of the Fellowship had gradually faded to a 
dull murmur.

“My lord, I seemed to have taken a wrong turning.” Haldir’s gentle voice made Legolas start.

“Oh.” Legolas cursed himself for being shy, but he felt it was not princely to be chatty.

“Legolas…” the use of his first name made the prince start.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever made love before…?” 

Legolas was astounded at the question. “Nay. I have not found the right person for me, when I do, mayhap, 
I shall.” 

Haldir stopped, “I forget my manners, sit here, against this tree awhile.” 

His hands guided the young elf to the tree and pressed him against it.  Legolas settled down against it with 
a peaceful moan, then realising that it was eerily silent looked up. 

“Haldir…?” 

Suddenly, violently Haldir pushed himself against Legolas and began to kiss him. Leoglas’ eyes bulged 
behind the soft cloth and he feebly tried to push Haldir off. The older elf was much stronger though and 
held his own. Legolas felt the Lothlorien elf tie a rope around his arms and legs, though he tried in vain to 
be freed. Then, Haldir’s voice, harsh and unpleasant.

“Move, scream, make any noise and you’re dead.” 

Legolas fell limp, trembling with horror. Haldir pulled Legolas’ tunic over his head and kissed him again. 
Then, the cruel elf pulled off the rest of the prince’s clothes and his also and, forcing himself on the elven 
body, kissing him again and again.

Tears ran down Legolas’ eyes, soaking into the cloth and he winced with pain as Haldir’s Elfhood rammed 
into his own. He did not wish it taken like this, not like this…

Haldir had devised a new torment, pushing himself violently into Legolas’ body, so blood ran down into 
the grass. He moaned with pleasure as he reached a climax… and soon Legolas realised that he was 
responding, pushing himself in to Haldir and he tried to force himself to stop. No avail, Haldir had noticed, 
probably was grinning with pleasure. Certainly the elf was ramming himself harder into the elf… Legolas’ 
sane consciousness was blacked out as his hormones took over and he fainted.


“He is alright?” Galadriel’s voice. Legolas snapped into reality.

“Yes,” Haldir’s voice, oily, as trustful as an orc. “He fainted.” 

Legolas gripped onto the few memories he had of what had happened before, his eyes opened and he found 
himself lying, fully dressed on the grass. His… tormentor stood over him a smirk on his face. Galadriel was 
there… the images blurred, but she looked worried… concerned…

“I… will be fine.” He muttered, knowing of Haldir’s accusing stare… knowing…

She had left, Haldir’s voice was at his throat, “My elf, now.”

“I will never be your elf!” Legolas ventured bravely.

“You will. If you tell… you shall meet banishment. Your father will believe you consented to it, willingly.”

“He thinks more of me!”

“No, he shall not…” the voice went on, pulling Legolas through more torture than Haldir could induce 
physically and tears came into the eyes of the elf again.

Haldir smirked as he recounted the untruths. Legolas was unique. Never had an elf awoken such a joy in 
him. Legolas was his, and he would never be anyone else’s.

Chapter Two, coming soon!