The Wizard and the Prince Author: Saruman the White (ghd210@yahoo.com) Pairings: Saruman/Legolas, Saruman/Lurtz Rating: NC-17 Summary: Legolas is captured by the Uruk-Hai and is taken to Orthanc to be used for Saruman's own purposes. Warnings: Well, you came to this site, so you should realize what you're in for!!! Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the creative property of J.R.R. Tolkien. I do not claim any ownership to any of these characters, I am merely using them for entertainment and will return them all as soon as I've had my way with them. Heh heh heh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashes of light through the trees. The sound of many pairs of feet running over uneven terrain. Slowly images began to form in his groggy head. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was surrounded by a band of fierce Uruk-Hai. What has happened? What are they planning to do with me? Legolas mulled over these questions in his mind, but the answers didn't come to quickly. His head felt like it might split apart from the pain, and his legs felt on fire. Suddenly he realized that he was being forced to run at breakneck speed by the Uruk. Legolas coughed, a sound which was promptly repayed with a sharp backhand to the face. "Finally the little worm wakes up," a voice growled. The band of Uruk-Hai came to a halt as the elf was knocked to the ground. Lurtz stood over him and pulled him back to his feet. "We could have been there by now if it wasn't for this pathetic creature," he sneered. "Where are you taking me," Legolas gasped out. "Are you so stupid as to not be able to know that already? You're going to our Master at Orthanc!" "But why?" Lurtz grinned. "You'll just have to wait and find out." He then raised a wicked looking club and brought it crashing down upon Legolas' head. Darkness and pain overtook him, and he lost all conciousness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning broke through the high windows of Orthanc. Legolas woke from a deep sleep and found himself in a large feathery bed, surrounded by large pillows and beautiful tapestries. Not yet remembering what had taken place but a day before, he lay for a moment, enjoying the comfort he was in. But then the door to his room opened and in came to rather grotesque Orcs. Suddenly Legolas remebered his ordeal the night before. He looked around for something, anything, which he could use to defend himself, but found nothing. The Orcs just snickered. "Our master requests your presense." "I think I'd rather not." "Oh, there really is no choice, I'm afraid." The Orcs grabbed Legolas and took him deeper into the tower. They came before two large doors and stopped. One of the Orcs turned to Legolas. "Wait here. Our Master will let you in soon." Legolas stood before the great doors, listening. Muffled groans seemed to come from inside. After several minutes the door opened and out came Lurtz, looking rather spent but satisfied. A frothy goo hung from his mouth, and he smiled evily as he licked the last of it away. "Master is ready to see you now." Legolas walked through the doors and stood inside Saruman's throne room, the heart of Orthanc. Saruman stood in the middle of the room, and smiled a rather disarming smile as the young elf entered. "Welcome, my young friend. I am Saruman the White." "What have you brought me here for?" Saruman laughed. "Straight to the point, aren't we? That's always something I've admired in the Elven race. They don't waste time with small talk." Saruman laughed again and moved slowly towards Legolas. The prince backed up until his back hit the wall. "What could possibly be wrong, young prince," Saruman asked? "I do not wish to be so close to you," Legolas answered, his voice wavering. Saruman stood in front of him and placed a hand on his cheek, slowly tracing the jaw line with a long finger. "I have been watching you for some time in my palantir. I see how you move, your skills, your grace, your beauty. You facinate me like nothing I have ever seen." His fingers glided across the elf's lips gently. Legolas shuddered. "I know what you must think of me. I must seem like the most heartless being in all of Middle Earth." "Yes you do." "Apparently. But I do have a heart. And I have certain feelings, certain needs." His hands wrapped around the back of the prince's head, and he pulled him into a passionate kiss. At first the elf resisted, but there was such an intensity in that kiss that he soon found himself kissing back. What am I doing?, he though to himself. He realized that anything he did here could make enemies of many of his friends, but deep inside him a primal urge began to stir. Saruman felt the elf return the kiss. His hands drifted down his front, slowly undoing the elf's shirt and slipping it off. His aged hands ran over the the smooth chest, lingering on the elf's nipples. He released Legolas from the kiss and began to glide his tounge over his nipples, kissing and sucking each one until they became hard. Legolas groaned and ran his hands down the old wizard's back. Saruman straightened up and kissed Legolas on the mouth again. Two pairs of hands took hold of the wizard's cloak and lifted it over his head, tossing it off to the side. Legolas then undid his own pants and slipped them to the floor. The two stood naked in the cold stone tower, admiring each other's bodies and growing erections. Legolas grinned slyly. "I now know why you had me brought. And I know what I must do as well." With that he dropped to his knees and, with a voracity that suprised even the wizard, took all of Saruman's member in his mouth with one gulp.Saruman gasped as the prince began to move his head, sucking greedily on his penis. Legolas tounge wrapped around Saruman as his head moved back and forth. They went on like this for several minutes until Saruman could barely contain himself anymore. He pulled out of the elf's mouth and turned to the table nearby. "This will help to ease things." Saruman produced a small vial full of clear liquid. Legolas, understanding, turned and bent over, placing his hands against the wall to steady himself. The old wizard opened the vial and dipped a finger in. He moved behind Legolas and placed his hand on the firm buttocks. His fingers drifted down the elf's cleft, and slowly Saruman pressed inward past the tight ring of muscle. Legolas grunted and tried to get himself to relax. Saruman moved his finger in and out, feeling the elf's ass begin to relax. He then stuck in another finger and began moving them around, widening the hole. Feeling the passion rising in him, Saruman pulled his fingers out. He then poured much of the liquid onto his own penis, massaging it until it was fully lubricated. Moving closer to the elf, he placed himself squarely between the elf's legs and thrust foward. Legolas' voice broke out in a choked scream. Saruman pushed foward until he was entirely in the elf, feeling the muscle pull on his hard penis. Slowly, he began to pull back and thrust foward, letting the hole widen further to allow him in. Legolas grunted with each thrust from the wizard, lust sweeping through his whole body. Saruman's hand reached around and took hold of the elf's rather large member, storking it with up and down in time with each rythmic thrust. Faster and faster they went, both moaning louder as they built to climax. Saruman suddenly felt the elf's penis explode, a river of semen pouring onto the floor of his throne room. He felt himself near climax, and with a last powerful thrust, pulled himself out and released himself all over the elf's back. Saruman pulled Legolas back up and turned him around, pulling him into another passionate kiss. He grabbed the elf around the waist and led him up the steps of the dias to his throne. Breathless, the collapsed onto the stone seat, holding and kissing each other in a daze of bliss.