Title: Even In Darkness
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

Summary: *AU* What if Sauron had regained the ring and become ruler 
of middle earth? What if he decided to take his revenge on the fellowship? 

WARNING: Sauron/Legolas, Legolas/other. It contains NCS, rape, 
BDSM and graphic violence. If this is not your thing PLEASE LEAVE. 

Speech in *’s is black speech,
Elvish translations can be found at the bottom of the page



Chapter One: In the beginning.


‘They say in the beginning there was only light. No darkness. Only light.

They say that the darkness formed when the blood of the firstborn spilt 
onto the soils of Arda. The blood spread, a black corruption sowing the 
seeds of desolation and despair to come.

How poetic.. If only it were true…’

Smoke and ash filled the atmosphere of the land beyond the tower walls, 
choking the life from the earth. Heat stifled the creatures which dwelt 
below and the black clouds blocked the light from above. Arda belonged 
to the darkness. As eternal night settled its blanket over Middle Earth, a 
lone figure stood, stretching his bonds to their threshold to see the 
devastation and destruction wrought on his world. Eyes stared out, cold 
and emotionless, feeling nothing in his soul as he no longer felt in his 
body. 

Pale skin mottled by multi coloured bruises radiated a dull glow into the 
dim surroundings as the child of the firstborn simply stood, unmoving and 
uncaring, changed so drastically from the creature of light it had once 
been. Memories of a past life flickered in his mind, but he quashed their 
rising before it had begun. It was not him. It had been a different elf, a 
weak elf. He was stronger now, existing only at his Lord’s pleasure. His 
body remained marked with scars unhealed from consistent abuse, and he 
was kept shackled, collared and dressed, as his Master had decreed.  

“ You are thinking again my sedryn.” The voice was softly spoken but full 
of malicious intent. Icy fingers pressed against his spine in a familiar 
caress, reminding him where he belonged. Talons moved to trace their 
way over the branding on his shoulder, placed there with the same tools 
used to forge the downfall of these accursed kingdoms. “ Stop. It 
displeases me Gwathedhel. Return to your place.”

The elf, once so proud and defiant, arched into the touch, not even 
flinching as sharp claws raked into his flesh drawing a familiar pain in 
their wake. He purred, a strange animalistic sound even to his own ears. 
He moved away from the warm air of the outside world, tracing the track 
of his gold chain back to his place on the dais. The soft tinkling of the 
chain mocked him in its delicate fashion but he shut it out, gliding silently 
with a grace that he knew pleased his master. His feet felt the burning heat 
from floor but it comforted him as he turned to face his master. His skin 
crept under the blazing scrutiny he was now subjected to. He bowed his 
head, holding his hands in front of him in ritual submission.

“ Im na lle”  

A laugh, dripping with cruelty. 

“ My creation, so beautiful when twisted in agony. Built to accept the gifts 
only I can bestow upon you.” Claws in flesh again, tracing patterns as 
blood began to flow in rivulets over pale skin. “ You bend so easily to 
your masters will.” The slender elf did not move beneath his touch as he 
moved down the length of the body before him. The Master felt the 
twisted emotions within his elf, delighting at that soft, tender purring from 
his slave. The young one focused on the sounds of the room, crackling of 
the fire, the snuffling of curious Orcs gathering on the other side of the 
great, carved doors of the throne room. 

The masters’ fingers wrapped their way around one of his captives’ wrists. 

“ Shhh…” Even the hiss became twisted on the beast’s lips, the darkness 
oozing from his very being. One hand moved beneath the fallen hair to 
rake across the cheek hidden beneath. A jerk, a twist. The sound of bones 
cracking, fragments grinding over each other, broke through the sounds of 
distant screams. The sharp inhalation of breath was the only thing that 
followed.

The elf almost choked on the sulphur-ridden air filling his lungs, burning 
him to the core. Pain coursed through his nerves as his body forced itself 
to obey the Dark Lord. The iron grip continued to grasp at the broken limb 
twisting and tearing at any ligaments and muscles that remained. The heat 
of the break pulsed against the ice that was his master as he felt his body 
begin to give itself to blessed unconsciousness.

“ Perfect.” The pressure was released and he felt frame sag unconsciously. 
“ You deserve a treat, Gwathedhel, despite your earlier disobedience. 
Look at me, my pet.”

The elf raised his eyes to meet those possessed with fire, those that burnt 
into him, branding his soul as his body had been branded by his touch. His 
hair slid back letting the blood run from his face to pool at his throat.

“ I wish to set you amongst the Orcs tonight. I know you enjoy playtime.” 
The beast let his gaze slide from the elf’s face, tracing a path to the loose 
fabrics barely covering the elf’s groin. “ And after, I wish for you to dance 
for me. To wear the silks I gave to you for my pleasure.”

“ *Yes, my master*.” The creature of darkness smiled in sadistic delight 
as the elf unconsciously slipped into the black speech becoming imprinted 
on his mind. “* Whatever you desire of me*” Talons tangled themselves 
in smooth hair as the smaller figure was pulled to the hard unyielding 
form. The elf’s mouth became filled with a demonic tongue as his master 
once again staked his claim on the firstborn.  The vice like grip returned as 
Sauron grabbed the yielding elf’s hips, pulling him to feel the hardness of 
his arousal. 

The golden one responded as his training demanded, submission being 
instantaneous as teeth bit into his lower lip. The sweet metallic taste 
flooded his mouth and he gulped it down, sucking eagerly on his masters 
offering. The creature pulled out of his mouth, lapping at the blood 
spilling over his lips and over his chin, running the rough tongue along 
soft, yielding flesh. 

“ Give yourself to me, give yourself to evil.” Growled words, spoken with 
wanton need and driven by eternal rage. “ Forget yourself my servant, 
forget Legolas.”

“ *Yesss…*” 

“ Who are you, my sedryn?” Claws in his hips digging deeper, liquid 
beginning to pour from the wounds, Legolas watched as Sauron brought 
his hand to his mouth, slicked with the elf’s blood. “ Taste yourself edhel, 
know whom you have become.” 

A small pink tongue licked at the twisted fingers, taking back what was 
his. Eyes darkened, clouded by a black desire pulsing anew within his 
veins.

“ Who are you?”

“ Yours.”

“ Yes, mine. My Gwathedhel.” Cold flesh once again touched the mark on 
his back. Words dripped in ice seeped into his fragmented mind. “ And 
who is Legolas?”

“ Legolas is dead.”


TBC….

Im na lle = I am Yours
Sedryn = Faithful
Gwathedhel = Shadow Elf





Chapter Two: ..There was nothing.


“Hush little one.. enough.” Large hands smoothed down his hair as he 
remained crouched, a low growl grating in the back of his throat. “ I need 
some left to guard my palace whilst I am away.” Black gore dripped 
slowly off the blade clutched closely to his chest, adding to the Orc blood 
already plastering his skin.

Legolas looked out from behind the curtain of hair with shadow filled 
eyes. The corpses of Orcs lay scattered over the hall many ripped apart 
beyond recognition. The black fluid oozed from severed limbs, coating the 
stone floor on which they lay, creating an endless river of blood that 
flowed to the feet of Sauron.

“ You have pleased me further Gwathedhel. Your passion burns brightly 
this night.” Legolas heard the voice and rejoiced. To please his master was 
everything, to feel his pleasure was life. “ Come little one, come to me.” 
The dagger was set aside immediately, not wishing to turn the tide from 
satisfaction to anger. Long sensuous limbs moved in graceful fluidity as 
the slender elf rose, ignoring the traces of red intermingling with black, 
and turned to embrace the creature of Mordor.

“ My Lord.” 

“ My servant. My sedryn. How divine you seem, painted with death.” 
Clamouring cries from the far wall signalled the impatience and nervous 
restlessness of the remaining Orcs. “ See how they fear you? They fear 
what they see when they look upon you.” 

Emotionless blue observed the small, trembling forms with disinterest. He 
could not care about Orcs, they were just something to play with. He felt a 
strong arm wrap itself about his waist rubbing the blood into his skin, 
fingers making pretty patterns as they pulled him closer into the powerful 
form. So great was the temptation to forget his place, to embrace his 
master in return, that he felt himself begin to tremble within the arc of the 
arm.

“ Shhh, Gwathedhel. I know what it is you desire. You have pleased me 
greatly today and you may yet feel my caresses when night has fully 
painted this world.” Soft, enchanting whispers tainted with unspoken 
threats and promises. To judge the mood of the master was vital to please 
him. “ But wait, my child. Saruman’s minions disagree with your loyalty 
to me.”

At this, the blond elf started. Did his master doubt his devotion? No, the 
one that questioned him was a base creature, dragged from Arda like a 
common Orc. This one would pay for suggesting weakness in front of his 
Lord. The elf felt his pur turn into another harsh growl as his mind slid 
back towards its feral state.

“* Then let him come here and challenge it.*” As the black sound 
unconsciously flowed across his lips, Legolas tried to pull forward his 
fingers twisting into claw-like forms once again. His eyes shifted between 
the Uruk-Hai and the knife still resting where he had left it in a shallow 
pool of black liquid.

“ Another time, my pet. I shall enjoy watching you defeat a creature of 
that damned Istari’s creation.” Harsh stabs of pain laced into the muscles 
of the elf’s arm as his master restrained his advance. He instinctively felt 
his body submit, although his mind screamed for blood. “ Come, my 
precious Gwathedhel. You may bathe in my chambers tonight.”  Bathe?! 
The elf’s eyes lit up in delight. 

“ Thank you master. I am not worthy of such luxury.” 

“ Sweet child, you have served me loyally, if you are to give your body to 
me, it should be clean.” Sauron ran twisted hands over the elf’s chest 
collecting blood, red and black alike, bringing it to his mouth lapping at 
the fluids. He repeated the action, this time bring his hand to Legolas’ lips. 
“ Go ahead, amin sedryn. Taste the spoils of battle.”
 
The former prince settled back into the comforting arm now snaking its 
way around his waist. He licking at the offered fingers obediently, feeling 
the black liquid burn him as it trickled down his throat, soothed only by 
the presence of his own blood in the mix. He heard the purring that echoed 
from deep within him, drawing that dark bittersweet laugh from his captor.

“ It is hard to believe something so perfect could have been born from 
something so pathetic. So pitifully weak.” Sauron smiled cruelly as the elf 
continued to lap and suck at his fingers, thinking how the fragile form 
seemed as a babe nursing at a mothers breast. “ But that is what you are is 
it not, Gwathedhel? My child, my creation of evil. Brought into darkness 
to serve me unquestioningly.”

“ * Yours. Always yours.*” 

“ You even speak the language I have taught you.” He pulled away, not 
releasing Legolas’ body, pulling the pliant body behind him. “ Come. The 
Uruk-Hai may dispose of the corpses of the weak. I have more.. 
pleasurable pursuits in mind for the remainder of the night.”

A soft growl emanated from the elf, but drew no reaction from the Dark 
Lord. He pulled Legolas through the darkness of twisting corridors, the 
familiar heat seared the soles of the first born’s feet. Darkness engulfed 
them, Legolas becoming blind in the murky blackness, and he stumbled 
slightly as he fought to keep speed with Sauron.   A memory stirred within 
the Elven prince, an unwanted intrusion in the undisturbed bliss that was 
his devotion to his master. He fought to suppress it, to block it from you, 
but it rose with the darkness, biting and clawing its way to the surface. 

[ I hated the darkness.] ‘No!’ Legolas mentally screamed in his denial. [ I 
did. I loved the trees and the sunlight. I loved my freedom.] ‘ No, no, no!’ 
confusion suddenly clouded his mind, uncertainty of the master of evil 
before him. 

Then there was warmth, a sense of completeness as his master seized him, 
pulling him in for a rough kiss. Heat spread to his loins and he felt his 
body respond to a familiar desire. This was his purpose, to please his 
master. It was what he had been created for, it was who he was. He knew 
he was no ordinary elf, and the master had chosen him. His body. Dark 
blue orbs stared through a doorway into a room lit with a thousand 
candles.

It was what he wanted, it was his world. Wasn’t it..?


TBC…


Amin sedryn = my faithful.


Chapter 3: Trapped in Dark Dreams.


Cat like limbs stretched effortlessly as the lithe figure moulded itself to the 
creature beside him. Soft furs and delicate silks slid over his skin as he 
surrounded to the burning touches laid upon him. The bed seemed to 
engulf the figures lying on its splendour, its luxurious trappings offering 
comfort to its occupants. The whole room was designed for pleasure, 
plundered treasures piled against the walls, divine fabrics draped over 
every surface. Gold, Mithril, finely cut gems from the deepest of mines. 
Even the bed itself was Elvish in origin, its subtle yet obvious beauty 
reflected by one of the its users.

The golden elf lay on top of his master, his long fingers testing and teasing 
the flesh beneath him. His small pink tongue darted out, lapping at his 
masters salty flesh, moving downwards over the larger form seeking the 
blatant arousal that awaited him.

“ Yes child, do it.” Sauron’s hand moved into his hair guiding his actions 
as he desired. He glanced down as the elf began to lick and suck in a 
similar fashion to earlier when he had suckled on the blood of the Orcs. 
Soft lips teased hard flesh and his body responded in a primal urgency as 
his fingers tightened their hold on the golden strands curtaining the lurid 
scene. 

Legolas revelled in the attention bestowed upon him, his naked body once 
damp from the bath water now glistening with sweat. He had settled 
himself between Saurons legs and simply lay there, enjoying the contact 
and the feel of his masters fingers in his hair, relishing the bitter taste of 
his essence. He heard the feral growls, so much like his own, the tell-tale 
sounds of the nearing completion. The elf doubled his efforts, sucking 
harder moving his own hands to tease. The growls erupted into a 
deafening howl as Legolas’ mouth was flooded with his masters foul seed. 
Fingers stroked his head encouraging him to swallow the offering which 
he did with enthusiasm. 

Sauron chuckled cruelly as the his pet cleaned him with his tongue, so 
obedient and placid he barely needed prompting. Sauron stroked his mind 
as easily as he stroked the slim body, pleased to find the hairline cracks of  
despair and discontent gone from his pupils subconscious.

“ Gwathedhel, come here.” A feral grin spread over Sauron’s lips as he 
watched Legolas reluctantly abandon his task and moved up his body. “ 
So beautiful. My precious Gwathedhel what would I do without you to 
service me, hmmm?” He received no answer but expected none. He 
pushed the seemingly fragile form off of him and rose from the grand bed, 
looking back to the naked body lying obediently still. “ I have matters to 
attend Gwathedhel and believe it would do you well to rest. I have 
arranged a small surprise for you, my pet. I shall send it to you once I have 
left.”

Sauron smiled at the soft purr from his slave. A sign of unconditional 
submission that he no longer had to force.

“ I am unworthy, master. You have been so kind to me.” Legolas lowered 
his eyes in respect, his heart singing with unspoken delight.

“ Loyalty earns reward, sedryn.”  He walked over to one of the piles of 
acquired elven treasures, picking up a scrap of thin, red silk and a small 
brooch. “ Do you know what this is?”

A slight nod.

“ I wish you to wear this once you have bathed again. You may remain 
here and wait for me,” The lord paused as he placed the items down onto 
one of the fur covers. “ But you know what is expected.”

“ Yes my lord. I shall be waiting.”

“ Sleep now sedryn.” Clawed hands raked at his skin, adding fresh wounds 
to earlier welts. Sapphire eyes watched as the Dark Lord  donned a black 
velvet robe before exiting the grand chamber. 

Candles flickered in the breeze created by his exit and the elf lay in sated 
bliss upon the fineries. His breathing was all that broke the silence in the 
still air, and he stretched his limbs again easing the persistent pains from 
his flesh. He felt the remains of  Sauron’s release seep from his body, 
seeping into a length of silk beneath him. He felt the pleasant sensation of 
his stretched insides and smiled to himself in the knowledge that it was his 
body Sauron sought for couplings. ‘This is what I am’ He thought as he 
lapped at the blood pooling once again on his pale skin, the bitter taste 
mixing with the salt of his Lords semen. 

Blood and sex.

His body responded unconsciously but he made no effort to relieve 
himself. He knew Sauron was the only one who could command this, and 
that he would be angered if Legolas were to seek his own release. It would 
be a sign of independence.

Slowly he moved from the bed and past the gaudy decorations of the 
bedchamber. The bathing room had been cleaned and fresh water awaited 
him in the deep, steaming pool. He stepped in, bracing himself against the 
initial heat letting the hot water engulf him, submerging himself, washing 
away the signs of Sauron’s possession. As he surfaced, a snuffling could 
be heard behind the doors, in the corridor. A slight scratching at the wood 
signalled the presence of an Orc, tentatively requesting entrance.

“ *Come.*” The once song-like voice sounded grating and almost gutteral 
in the steam filled room. Lips which once spoke the words of the ancients 
and sung the songs of his race, now uttered  the twisted words engrained 
upon his soul. Brief flashes of the chains that had held him in the dark, the 
Orcs surrounding him, taunting his beauty and grace. And then nothing. 
Nothing except the creature who had pulled him from the darkness, 
offered him pleasure in his pain. 

The elf shook himself from his black reverie as the Orc clamoured into the 
chamber, dragging a small, unresisting figure behind it. Legolas did not 
move from his bath. One of his first lessons from his master was that he 
was better than these base creatures. The Orcs were beneath him and he 
made no effort to disguise his disgust of the being moving towards him.

“ Master tell Unglurk to bring gift to pretty pet.” Legolas could not help 
but smile at the Orcs attempt at broken Westron. “ Says pretty pet deserve 
a pet of his own.” Pet? Sauron was gifting him a servant? He sat up, water 
pouring from his hair as he beckoned the Orc closer. He found it difficult 
to believe his master would be this kind. What had he done to deserve 
such reverence?

“ Come stupid small one. This your master now.” Chains jangled as the 
small hunched figure was yanked forward. The Orc forced the little thing 
to his knees and the elf watched in curiosity at the unfolding scene. “ Do 
as he say or Sauron will kill you. Pretty pet his favourite.” Legolas 
growled at the Orc, no longer tolerant of its presence. The creature looked 
up in fear, its eyes never leaving the poised figure of the elf as it backed 
away cautiously. 

Legolas eyed the being he had been given with emotionless eyes. What 
was he supposed to do with this?

The small form raised its head, terrified, pain filled eyes met those of the 
elf. Shock and recognition replaced the fear. Disbelief covered his almost 
child-like features.

“ L..Legolas!?!”