Title: Hollow-Hearted 
Author (including email): Lailanna (elvenlailanna@yahoo.com 
Pairing(s): Thranduil/Legolas, m 
Rating: nc17 
Summary: Thranduil isn't very pleased with Legolas' involvement with 
Aragorn. *Warning:rape* 
Disclaimer:Disclaimer: I don't own anything; I've just temporarily 
borrowed the characters form the fabulous Mr. Tolkien. I don’t mean any 
disrespect to him or any characters, I know he never meant for them to 
behave this way, but... whatever.  Please, no lawsuits.  
 
Warning (only if necessary): rape, incest, bdsm 
 
 
 
Author's Note: I love feedback, even if all you do is tell me how nasty I 
am... 
There’s just a bit of elven in here, translations are at the bottom.  
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Legolas Greenleaf would have noticed the light footsteps had he been 
paying attention. He was too mislaid in his thoughts. Whenever he could, 
he would steal away to the one of the palace gardens to sort out the 
cluttered, confused thoughts that plagued him. Being under a starry night 
sky always seemed to help. 
 
"You look to be a million miles away," said a soft voice from behind him. 
 
Legolas spun around, not at all surprised to see Aragorn standing a few 
yards away, his fair face awash in moonlight. 
 
"Aragorn," he breathed, his heart's rhythm speeding up at the sight of him. 
 
"I take it as a good sign you remember my name." Aragorn said teasingly. 
 
Legolas chuckled. "How could I forget it?" 
 

Aragorn loved Legolas’ laugh.  ‘Every sound he makes is like music,’ he 
thought to himself.  ‘He’s so beautiful and he wants me...’ 
Aragorn pulled the young prince into his arms and kissed him fervently, 
his mouth seeking Legolas' supple lips and gently parting them. Legolas' 
hands caressed his strong shoulders as his tongue entered his hot mouth. 
 
"I missed you. I missed kissing those lips...," he said in a whisper, as they 
parted for air. He buried his hands in Legolas' silky hair and breathing in 
his clean pine scent. "I wish we didn't have to hide-" 
 
"You know what my father would say." Aragorn could see the sadness 
clouding the prince's eyes. His eyes always gave away even his deepest 
emotions. 
 
Aragorn nodded, he well knew that Thranduil's plans for his son's future 
had nothing to do with him. 
 
"Only time will tell," he mused thoughtfully. 
 
"What do you mean?" Legolas asked, nuzzling his face against Aragorn's 
neck. 
 
"Your father may not be as against this as you think." 
 
Legolas sighed. "I can only hope," he said. 
 
Not wanting to spoil their short and rare time together, Legolas leaned up 
to kiss the elf. 
 
 
 
And as their passion grew and they became lost in each other's arms 
amongst the beech trees of Mirkwood beneath the stars, they had not a 
care about who was watching them, astonished and angered by their 
actions... 
 
 
 
Legolas did not know why his father had summoned him to his private 
chambers, it was only on rare occasion that he did. 
 
He poised his fist to knock on the door when his father's voice called from 
within, "Tula sinome, Legolas,"
 
 
Timidly, Legolas obliged, taking his time to silently open the heavy oak 
door. 
 
He entered the elegantly decorated room. His father got up from the chair 
he'd been sitting in and crossed the room to stand before him. 
 
He searched his father's face for signs that he was displeased and seeing 
none, he relaxed. Out of nowhere, Thranduil backhanded him hard across 
the face, splitting his lip. 
 
"What were you thinking?" he thundered, his voice seeming to echo and 
shake the walls. "Did you think you would get away with it, that I would 
never know?" He paused and his voice became softer and he reached up to 
trace his fingers tenderly over Legolas' still stinging face. 
 
Legolas was uncertain of what to do. He had never seen his father with 
such a look on his face. He looked so angry, but there was something 
else...could it be desire? 
 
"Father, I-" 
  
“A filthy human!”

“Aragorn was raised by elves-“
 
He was silenced by Thranduil's lips coming down forcefully on his own. 
He forced his mouth open and stabbed his tongue inside, roughly 
exploring it. 
 
Legolas tried to pull away, he was in disbelief that this was happening, but 
Thranduil pushed him against the walls, securing him there with his hands 
on his shoulders. 
 
"Now, now," he taunted, "there will be no more of that. You must submit 
to me, Legolas, as you did to that visiting Imladris human last night." 
 
Legolas gasped. He had never seen his father like this; it was like the elf 
before him was a different elf entirely. 
 
Thranduil grasped Legolas' shoulders firmly and half threw; half swung 
him onto the bed. 
 
Legolas grimaced as his head collided sharply with the headboard of his 
father's bed. He moved to get up, but Thranduil shoved him back down 
once more. Thranduil seized Legolas' slim wrists in his hand as straddled 
him and continued his violent violations of Legolas' mouth. As Legolas 
squirmed beneath him, helpless, he only became rougher, biting his lips 
hard enough to draw blood, which he lapped up. 
 
Legolas whimpered loudly as Thranduil traced his tongue across Legolas' 
neck. Aragorn had done the same thing many times, but now there was no 
pleasure involved and he hated the total lack of control he had in the 
situation. 
 
"F-father....why are you doing this?" he gasped out. 
 
Thranduil smiled, and Legolas could see a trace of the father he knew once 
more. "You need to learn son, when you disobey me and keep secrets, you 
must be punished." Thranduil began to slowly unbutton Legolas' tunic, 
feasting his eyes on Legolas' exposed muscled chest. He removed the 
tunic, lifting Legolas' back up slightly. The tunic was then tossed across 
the room where it landed in a heap in the corner. 
 
He reached across the bed and brandished a long rope. Legolas could feel 
his stomach tightening painfully as his whole body tensed. Thranduil 
wrapped the rope around his wrists so tight that Legolas feared it would 
cut off his blood flow, and then tied the end of the rope to the headboard 
so that Legolas could only move his arms a couple of inches. 
 
The King then focused his attention on Legolas' velvety nipples, making 
his son moan involuntarily as he grinded his teeth over one. Legolas bit his 
lip to keep himself from crying out. 
 
"Legolas," Thranduil whispered against his ear, "Do not be so tense." He 
laughed and pinched his nipples hard, and watched with satisfaction as 
Legolas arched his back off the bed and groaned loudly in both agony as 
well as pleasure. 
 
He left red marks all down Legolas' chest as he sucked on the smooth pale 
skin. When he reached his son's belly button, he teased the sensitive skin 
there and smiled wickedly at the bulge in Legolas' leggings. Legolas' face 
reddened with shame as his father untied the lacings and pulled down the 
leggings roughly. 
 
"It would seem that you are not as opposed to this as you may pretend to 
be." He said at the sight of his son's erection. 
 

“No, I don’t want...Saes... ”  Though there were tears in his eyes, he was 
trying so hard not to cry.

“Please what Legolas?  Please stop or do you want more?”
 
Legolas only reddened even more and tightly closed his eyes, wishing that 
this were not happening. 
 
"Keep them open." Thranduil ordered, and he spat into his hands to 
lubricate what he was about to do. 
 
The prince gasped and his eyes flew open as Thranduil tightly gripped his 
arousal in his hands. Legolas' eyes fluttered shut again as Thranduil 
stroked him in a relentless rhythm. 
 
"I said keep them open!" Thranduil shouted, his voice so loud to Legolas' 
sensitive years. 
 
Legolas obliged, but he couldn't look his father in the eyes, he was so 
humiliated at how aroused he had become. 
 
"Where is your pride now, my prince? You seem to be willing when there 
is pleasure to be had..." 
 
Legolas shook his head, but his cock pulsed in his father's hands, giving 
him away. 
 
Thranduil redoubled his efforts and caressed Legolas up and down, feeling 
himself become almost painfully hard at the sight of his beautiful son 
moaning, tied to the bed before him. 
 
Legolas was fighting the urge to thrust his hips into the strong fingers 
wrapped around his erection. He would not give Thranduil the satisfaction. 
 
Thranduil watched his son's face as he continued rubbing his thumbs over 
Legolas' swollen cock. Legolas had obeyed and kept his eyes open. He 
looked away from his fathers intense stares and tears of humiliation were 
running down his cheeks. 
 
Just when Legolas was nearing his release, Thranduil removed his hands 
and moved away. Legolas was unsure whether to be relieved, disappointed 
or to anticipate something worse. 
 
He watched as Thranduil removed his royal robes, revealing his naked 
form. He looked quite a bit like Legolas, fair skinned, and every bit as 
aroused. 
 
Legolas whimpered as he rejoined him on the bed and once more took 
Legolas' cock into his hands. With a few more strokes, Legolas cried out 
as he came into Thranduil's deft fingers. Thranduil was careful to catch all 
of the milky while substance and Legolas watched questioningly as 
Thranduil rubbed it all over his own erection. 
 
He flipped Legolas over on his back, tightening the binds even more, to 
Legolas' protests. 
 
Thranduil spread Legolas' long legs to give him more room and without 
any preparation, he thrust himself deep inside his son's unwilling body. He 
dug his nails into Legolas' shoulders. 
 
Legolas cried out in pain as his father unremittingly thrust into him. He 
was trembling uncontrollably.  “Tampa!” 
 

“Dina,”  Thranduil ordered sternly 
 

He closed his eyes and bit his lip as Thranduil carried on with his thrusts, 
building up a rhythm. Every movement burned his insides and he could 
not stop himself from groaning in pain. What made it even worse was the 
feeling that he had betrayed Aragorn, that felt even worse. 
 
With one last drive, Thranduil came, spilling his seed deep inside Legolas. 
He slowly withdrew. He flipped Legolas back over and gently wiped away 
his son's tears with his fingertips. 
 
"You have a lot to learn my son." He breathed. He leaned over Legolas 
and once more kissed Legolas, but more tenderly and gently this time. He 
massaged Legolas' tense muscles until he felt better and then whispered, 
"Your punishment is over now, you may go." 
 
Legolas nodded, quivering. Thranduil untied him and Legolas got dressed, 
feeling very unstable, retrieving his tunic from where it had landed earlier. 
 
He left the room, still shaky and in disbelief.  He wanted to get as far away 
from his father as he could.


A/N:  Don’t hate me!!!  I’m not really sure if I’ll continue this or not. I 
probably will...

Tula Sinome= Come here
Atar= father
Saes= please
Tampa= stop
Dina= be silent