Title:  Extermination
Author:  Apollonia
E-mail:  neoladyapollonia@yahoo.com
Pairing:  Thranduil/? (surprise)
Rating:  R
Summary:  King Thranduil is fed up with the spiders slowly taking over his realm
and decides that they must be exterminated.  But when he meets the Spider King
face to face, he learns that the Spider King agrees that there can be only one
dominant race in Mirkwood and that the other must be destroyed.
Disclaimer:  I do not own any of these characters, except for the names you
don’t recognize.  And I got those from an elf name generator.  The name
Morncarch is elvish for black fang.  These characters would never have been
born, however, if it weren’t for J.R.R. Tolkien, his imagination, and his love
for mythology and languages.  I greatly respect him and his works.  I am a
Tolkien liberal.  That’s what the quiz said anyway.  *shrug*
Warnings:  Um………..this is a lemon.  If it isn’t lemony enough for you, please
try to remember that I couldn’t quite find the words.  And I have never before
attempted such a feat.  This fic also has rape and mpreg.
Author’s Notes (A.N.):  This fic was unintentionally inspired by one of my dear
friends.  Trust me, she’s quite scarred now because of inspiring this.  She
doesn’t hate it though.  All of my friends start backing away slowly (usually)
when I get that look in my eyes.  Maybe I should stop?  No, they’d hurt me if I
stopped writing.  Feedback would be mostly greatly appreciated and treasured. 
This fic was written for my dear, dear friend Kay-chan.  I hope she isn’t
permanently damaged after this.  I do want a little scarring to occur though. 
Not much, but some. Itz a very strange pairing and I’m actually quite proud of
the fact that I managed to write it at least halfway seriously.  Quite a few
times I didn’t think I’d be able to do it, but my perversity prevailed after
all.  And here it is.

Extermination
By:  Apollonia


	A group of elves were walking in Mirkwood, traveling one of the more used
trails not far from the caves.  King Thranduil bent down to check for tracks on
the ground.  The giant spiders had been living in Mirkwood since it first earned
that name.  He had always wanted them gone, but they never caused too many
problems and it would have been too much trouble to try to kill them all.  You
never ran into them unless you went off Old Forest Road and most of the trails. 
There were a few trails that the spiders had taken over, but those trails had
been abandoned or trips on them had heavy escorts.  That was the way things had
been until a month ago.  Attacks had greatly increased in the past month.  Over
twenty elves had been poisoned and three were dead.  As the faces of the dead
and injured elves went through his head, Thranduil closed his eyes, took a deep
steadying breath, and got to his feet.  He lightly spoke his commands to his
seneschal, Peroreion, who was standing a few feet away.  His seneschal nodded
and split the team into two.
	Thranduil’s team would go on a larger trail off the main road, while
Peroreion’s team would go down a smaller, less used trail.  They separated with
an agreement to be back at the caves before sundown.  All the elves on this
mission knew that they may go to Mandos’ Halls today, but were prepared to do
whatever was necessary for their people.  The spiders were a huge threat and
their king wanted the spiders dead, so they would kill them.  The last attack
had been on Thranduil’s daughter-in-law, Maltahiliel, who was with child.  When
they attacked, one came from above and knocked her off her horse.  She was not
poisoned, but her child did not survive the fall.  His eldest son, Menefalasion,
was near grief.  The attack had been a week ago and Maltahiliel had not yet
awoken.  As soon as the attack had happened, Thranduil had sent messenger birds
to both Lothlorien and Imladris, asking for aid to defeat the spiders.  Normally
his pride would prevent him from asking for help, especially from Elrond, but
his family’s safety was more important than his pride.  He had gotten messenger
birds from both realms early the next morning, saying that some of their most
skilled warriors had left for Mirkwood the moment the news arrived.
	While he was more than grateful for the assistance, he couldn’t wait any
longer.  His senses were telling him that something was going to happen today. 
He had begun to sense something bigger the night before and had organized the
party for this day.  His youngest son, Legolas, had told him to not go, but he
knew something important to defeating the spiders would occur today.  The two
groups went their own way and the mission really began.



	It was a little after noon and still nothing had happened.  The elves had had a
short picnic earlier, which would have been the perfect opportunity for the
spiders to attack, but they had finished and packed up with no trouble. 
Thranduil knew they were there.  Some of the trees had told him during the lunch
that a small group of the spiders were following them and had been for a while
now.  He didn’t understand why they didn’t just attack.  He was beginning to get
a bad feeling when it happened.
	A breeze rustled the treetops and ten of the spiders jumped down and knocked
out a few of the archers.  When the first spider got hit, the others went up
into the trees and for a moment, the elves thought it was over.  But Thranduil
knew it wasn’t.  This was not the normal behavior of these vile creatures.  They
were planning something.  He didn’t have to wait long to find out what.
	As the last of the archers were finished being checked for injuries, they
struck again.  This time there were close to fifty of the horrendous arachnids
surrounding them.  They dropped down out of the trees and made a circle around
the group of elves.  For a moment neither side moved, then the sound of a leaf
hitting the forest floor was the signal & both sides attacked.  



	Anganaurien looked around and took in the damage.  Suprisingly, the damage 
was
not too bad.  It was a lot better than she thought it would be.  Only one elf
was on the verge of death, though others might be later due to the poison.  Not
a single elf had died.  That confused and surprised her.  Why would the spiders
attack if they weren’t out to kill?   Something wasn’t right.  There was
something she was missing.
	“Commander Ang!” shouted a soldier as he ran up.
	“What is it?” she asked, focusing all her attention on the scared elf before
her.
	“We cannot find King Thranduil.”  
	“What do you mean you cannot the King?” she asked incredulously.
	Just then, another elf approached.  “Commander, one of the elves said he saw
one of the bigger spiders take King Thranduil away.”  Ang’s eyes widened and she
flinched.  “He said he did not appear to be dead, just unconscious.”  
	Ang sighed, closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead.  So that was their goal. 
She quickly regained her composure and began to give orders.  Without Thranduil
here, she was in command and she must get her elves back to the caves.  “You and
you,” she said pointing to the two who had approached her, “ride ahead to the
caves and tell them what has happened.  Leave out Thranduil being taken.  I will
tell them myself.”  As they got on horses and left, she turned to the others. 
“Put the wounded on the larger horses!  Put him,” pointing the elf who had begun
to hear Mandos’ call, “on my horse.”  She walked to Thranduil’s very large,
solid white stallion and mounted.  “We’re going back to the stronghold!”
	“But the King—,” one elf began.
	“We cannot do anything right now!  Not without assistance.  I do not believe
they’ll hurt him.  Capturing the King was their goal, though for what reasons, I
do not know.  He will not be harmed while they have something to gain from him
being alive.”  With that said, she turned the stallion around and started riding
for the caves, her troops in tow.


	Thranduil awoke feeling sort of light-headed.  When he tried to open his eyes,
his head would spin, so he kept them closed.  He reached out with his other
senses and almost screamed.  He could feel the spiders everywhere.  He was more
than completely surrounded by the disgusting things.  But he didn’t feel any
elves, so hopefully all of his subordinates had gotten away.  He hoped so.  He
didn’t even want to think of the other option.  
	He opened his right eye a little and when his world did not spin, he opened
them both all the way.  /I still must not be better,/ he thought.  /My world is
still upside down./  He started moving his head and noticed his hair wasn’t
falling in his face.  It was going straight up to the …ground?  He looked down
and realized he was actually looking up.  He was stuck, upside down in a giant
spider web.  He sighed.  He knew better than to try to get out.  He knew how
strong spider’s silk was.  If he tried to escape, he would merely alert the
spiders to the fact that he was awake.
	/How did I get into this mess?/  He remembered the battle.  There were too 
many
spiders.  He didn’t notice when one attached some of its silk to his leg and ran
around him a few times.  It must have been one of the very small ones.  He had
tried to dodge when one lunged at him to bite, but he fell and the spider had
bitten him.  The poison had begun to work immediately and within seconds he
could not move.  Then his vision had begun to blur and darken.  The spiders that
had been attacking him stopped and watched as his vision went black and he lost
consciousness.  
	The elf sighed as he opened his eyes again, only to close them with a wince
when he realized his sigh had been enough to draw attention from some nearby
spiders.  A few of the spiders began to crawl toward him, then suddenly stopped
and ran away as fast as their legs could carry them, making strange noises as
they disappeared into the night.  Thranduil blinked, shivering as he felt a wind
blow through the treetops.  Why was he so cold?  And why had the spiders run
like that?  He looked down, or up rather, and saw that he was naked.  Well, that
answered his first question, but he still had no idea why the spiders had run. 
Then he saw it.
	There was a movement to his right & he turned in that direction only to freeze. 
The biggest spider he had ever seen was slowly making its way across the web to
the center, where he was.  He gaped a little, then swallowed.  /I’m going to
die,/ he thought as he prayed to Elbereth that Mandos’ call came swiftly and
that he didn’t suffer much.  /Please Elbereth, watch over my children.  Give
them the strength and wisdom they will need to rule this kingdom and to move on
without me.  They have already suffered so much.  Do not allow the grief they
will feel from my passing overwhelm them./
	He steeled himself for the first bite and the poison that would quickly
overtake his system.  He was, therefore, surprised when he didn’t feel the
hardness of fangs, but instead, the gentleness of soft hair against his cheek. 
He opened his eyes to meet with two very big, black eyes, with three smaller
eyes above each.  He stared for a moment before he realized that the softness
that he had felt was one of the cursed creature’s legs!  He jerked his head
away, looking to his left.  That didn’t help much because he could still see
almost half of the thing.  He saw one of the legs come up and push his face back
to its original position.  
	“King Thranduil.  It is a pleasure to meet you at last,” said a deep, raspy
voice.  It took said king, a moment to realize that the voice belonged to the
spider.  He blinked with surprise.  “Most of my subjects cannot speak any
languages belonging to the two-legged ones.  But a few of us have mastered some
of them.  Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Morncarch, King of the spiders.  I
rule quite a bit of Mirkwood and I intend to rule all of it,” he admitted
darkly.  Thranduil’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but was
stopped by the leg moving to cover his mouth.  “Nay, you will not be killed. 
That would be counter-productive to my plan.  You are a very strong and good
leader.  If we killed you, your subjects would be furious and the desire to wipe
out my kind would be stronger than it is now.  But,” he paused, stroking
Thranduil’s hair and face.  “If you die, your children will have to take the
throne and they are not yet prepared for such a task.”  The spider’s eyes took
on a strange sparkle.  “But…  If you were to fade, your people could not really
blame us.”
	“If I were to fade, my people would know the cause of my grief.  That is if, I
were to fade.”  
	At these words, Morncarch laughed, a dark, slightly hollow sound.  “There 
are…
certain ways… to insure you fade,” his voice lowered and softened as a new leg
came up the elf’s body to run along his backside.  The blond’s eyes, again,
widened and his lips began to tremble slightly.
	“There is no way-” he was interrupted by the beast which held him captive.
	“I’ve been studying you for over a hundred years.  Your stubbornness and pride
are your biggest weaknesses.  I have never seen an elf so unwilling to
compromise.  With you, it’s either, do it your way or it isn’t done at all.  If
I were dealing with any elf in Middle Earth but you, the weaknesses would be
things like family, friends, or lovers.  But not you.  You’re also very vain. 
Not that you don’t have the right to be, but you’re surprisingly self-centered. 
A good king though you may be, you put your kingdom before everything.  Though I
suppose that does make life easier.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to gain what I
wanted using your family or I would’ve merely taken your children.  Your heir
might have had a possibility to work, but you have other children who could take
his place.  No, success is assured because I know how to break you.  And without
you to guide him, Menefalasion will be lost.  His mother is gone, his darling
wife is in a coma, his child has just died before he even met him and now he
will lose his precious father.  Your children worship you as if you were some
fabled warrior who has just walked out of the past.  I believe that is caused by
the fact that you treat them like subjects, instead of beloved children.”  His
voice suddenly became enraged.  “Not even we are that cruel to our offspring! 
And you have the audacity to call us monsters!  At least our children know they
can come to us!  This kingdom would be better off ruled by me!”  The arachnid
stopped in an effort to control his breathing.  When he next spoke, he had
regained his composure.  “Menefalasion will grieve.  Your daughter is already
weak.  She will not survive your death and seeing you fade will only increase
her pain.  Legolas will try to hold the family together, but they will not find
comfort in his presence.  It will tear him apart.  Legolas will be left with no
family and an entire grieving kingdom thrust upon his lap.  A burden he never
thought would be his to bear.  Then, when your kingdom is at its lowest, when
they think things couldn’t possibly be any worse, we will come in and… eradicate
them, as you have tried to do to us.  Now, let the plan begin.”
	Thranduil was so shocked that he couldn’t utter a word.  /I am not a bad
father.  I have done nothing except care for my children!/  His face grew sad. 
The more he thought about the spider’s words, the more he realized the truth
behind them.  /That’s right.  I have only cared for them.  How often did I show
them my love?  I do love them, but I have been so afraid that I have kept those
feelings to myself.  My children know I love them, but this spider has been
watching me for over a hundred years.  He knows so much about me, but he could
not see the love I have for my children.  He noticed everything, except for
that.  I have not been treating them the way I should./
	Thranduil was so caught up in his misery and musings that at first he did not
feel the appendage going into his anus.  However, when it brushed his prostate,
he was jolted out of his reverie.  He turned, horrified by the sight.  Morncarch
had one of the antennae on his face in Thranduil’s rectum!  If the elf’s mind
was capable of thinking, that ability disappeared when he saw what was in him. 
He felt his stomach begin to churn.  He swallowed the bile down and shook his
head.  In all his years in Arda, he had never imagined that the spiders would
use such under-handed tactics to dethrone him.  Hell, if he was honest, he
thought he was going to be killed immediately or kept for information.  Rape was
something he would expect from the orcs and just about any other creature, but
he had certainly never even thought of adding giant spiders to that list.  They
just did not seem like lustful creatures.  /Oh well,/ he thought to himself. 
/At least I can find peace in the Halls of Mandos./  He felt his consciousness
drift away and the pain in his body go with it.
	Images of his three beautiful children passed through his mind.  He thought of
their smiling faces, the face of his wife, the face of his beloved.  His eyes
snapped open.  /I can’t just give up!  That is not the way I am!  I am a warrior
and I will fight whatever I have to in order to keep my people and my family
safe!  If I die, Morncarch wins!  I cannot allow that to happen!  What kind of
leader would I be if I allowed his plan to be carried out?  Everything he said
would come to pass.  My children would not last.  I cannot abandon them like
this!  They come first!  He may have been watching me for a hundred years, but
he has never seen me in private with my children.  I love them dearly and I
would never allow any harm to come to them!/  Thranduil mustered his strength
and will, his pride and stubbornness, and wretched himself free of the empty
state he had instinctively ran to when the pain began.
	He felt his body lurched forward and he gasped at the sudden pain that
enveloped him.  It was so tempting to return to that void and escape this!  Nay,
he would endure.  The thrusting increased in intensity and tears sprang to the
elf’s eyes as something else flooded him.  Shame.  That damned giant insect was
rubbing his prostate constantly and the great King of Mirkwood found himself
aroused and moaning with every movement within him.  Behind him, he heard his
tormentor chuckle.
	“Enjoying this, are we?  It’s a relief to find that you did not merely faint. 
For a moment, I was afraid you had broken too soon.”  Thranduil said nothing,
only bit his hair and mouth as he felt orgasm overtake him.  He shuddered and
felt his essence wiped off of his penis by one of the many legs around him.  For
one sweet, blissful moment he imagined his torment over.  The realization that
he was wrong came with the semen covered spider leg swiftly replacing the
antennae.
	After a few pushes and a new erection, Morncarch inserted his other antennae
inside the trembling elf.  As the movement began anew, Thranduil tried
desperately to not let the pain overwhelm him.  /Forgive me.  Even I have my
limits.  Elbereth, please save me./  Then he thought no more as he came again
and succumbed to darkness.


	The morning air was cool as the sun came over the trees.  Dawn was just
breaking, but already Mirkwood was bustling with activity.  The army of Mirkwood
was preparing to move out on a mission to rescue their king.  They left the
stronghold with Anganaurien and  Peroreion at the head.  
	The two messengers Anganaurien had sent, had split up before they got to the
caves, with one riding on and the other searching for the seneschal.  The two
groups of soldiers had arrived at the stronghold at about the same time,
Anganaurien being first.  They had immediately sat down with Thranduil’s family,
close friends, and advisors.  The elf who had seen the spiders taking the King
away, was asked to speak and tell all that he had seen.  The tale had been very
upsetting, especially for his children.  They decided to attack with all their
strength.  They could not afford to waste any more time.
	The entire march had been silent until ten border guards arrived, leading a
large group of over three hundred elves.  As the captain of the patrol
approached Peroreion, two elves moved with him.  Anganaurien and Peroreion
quickly dismounted and bowed.  “My lords,” they said, as they again rose.
	“My lords, pardon my asking, but why are you here?  Should you not be ruling
your realms?” the she-elf questioned.
	Celeborn and Elrond nodded to them, then Celeborn replied, “I am a warrior 
and
my kin have requested my services.  I dislike sending my men into danger, I
prefer to lead them.  As their lord I should lead them.  And my wife is more
than capable of ruling Lothlorien whilst I am away.  King Thranduil has asked
for my help, which I know is not an easy thing to do.  I also sympathize with
his position for my daughter has fallen victim to such evil.  I will assist in
any way that I can and in order to do so, I must be here.”
	“I too, though a lord, am a warrior.  I know it was especially difficult for
your king to ask for my aid.  I am also a healer.  I fear my expertise and
services in that area will be of great need.  As for my realm, my daughter Arwen
is no fool when it comes to ruling.  She will serve in my stead.”  
	Peroreion had noticed that the peredhel did not mention his wife and how he 
was
more familiar with Thranduil’s position than Celeborn.  /The pain must still
hurt him,/ he thought sadly.  It had not been many years since Celebrian
departed and he could not imagine what such a thing must be like.  The ruler of
Imladris had certainly not had an easy life.
	“Where are you headed?  It seems as if the whole of the army of Mirkwood 
were
with you,” Celeborn observed, looking at the soldiers standing before him.
	“The only members of the army who are not with us are on patrol,” Peroreion
told them. This comment was met by looks of surprise.
	“Why?  What are you planning on doing?  And where is Thranduil?  Should he 
not
be leading his army?” Elrond asked in concern.
	“Our king is not here to lead his people and as his seneschal, it is my duty to
lead them.  We are seeking our king.  Yesterday he led a group of elves out to
survey the forest and see if any clues to our enemies’ whereabouts could be
found.  But alas, he was taken,”  Peroreion informed them.
	“Taken?” the elf-lords questioned incredulously.
	“He has been captured by the spiders.  We do not know why, but we are
determined to get our king back no matter the cost.”  Anganaurien eyes were
alight with fire as she managed to grind the words out.  They could see her
small frame was wracked with fury.
	“We will, of course, assist you.  What do you wish us to do?” the Lord of the
Golden Wood queried.
	“I will follow your orders, my lord,” Peroreion replied.  “You have more
experience in battle than I.”
	“Yes, but we have never before encountered these creatures and are unfamiliar
with the forests of Mirkwood,” Elrond said, glancing at his father-in-law.
	“Then we shall guide you,” Anganaurien said, looking the lords in the eyes.


	Thranduil felt himself beginning to awaken and he dreaded facing the Spider
King again.  He decided he would pretend to be asleep.  As he lay there, he felt
a sense of warmth surround him.  He shivered as he realized it was Morncarch. 
/Ai Elbereth!  Please, not again.  I do not believe I have the strength to last
if he violates me so again./  He prepared himself for a touch, but he relaxed as
he felt a strange sensation.  He felt… sort of… light.  He could feel the
darkness leave his mind and when he felt a cool touch on his forehead, he leaned
into the contact.  
	It took him a few moments more to discern sounds.  Then he understood the
sounds around him were voices.  Not the rough, tortured noises the forces of
darkness made, but the beautiful, musical sounds of his own kind.  He felt a
smile cross his face and he felt the hand on his forehead vibrate as its owner
chuckled.
	“It looks like he’s dreaming.”  Thranduil’s smile faltered slightly.  He knew
that voice.  “Do not fear, your father shall make a full recovery.”
	/I know that I know that voice!/  Then he heard his eldest son speak up.  “Lord
Elrond, how can we possibly thank you?”  /Elrond?  Elrond was here?  Nay!  It
could not be!  I did ask his aid, but I did not think he himself would come!/ 
“Not only have you assisted in rescuing our father, but you also saved the life
of my beloved.  I can not even begin to express the gratitude that I feel at
this moment.”  He could tell from Menefalasion’s voice that his eyes were filled
with tears.
	“Yes, well, there is something that puzzles me,” the dark-haired elf-lord
murmured.  The elves turned to each other, silently asking if the others knew
what it was that he spoke of.  Elladan noticed that his twin kept his eyes on
the floor, but said nothing.  Confusion, curiosity, and concern were all that
shone out of the eyes of the other occupants of the room.
	“Well?” another voice prompted.  It sounded sort of like…
	“Lord Celeborn, it’s…difficult to explain.”  /Lord Celeborn is here also? 
Well, where is Cirdan?  Surely he must be here as well, considering,/ Thranduil
thought sarcastically.  
	“Do you not know what a particular injury is?” questioned Legolas.
	Elrond met the youngest child of Thranduil’s stare with amusement.  “Trust me,
I have seen every kind of injury you can imagine and many that you cannot.  I
have seen this before.  It is just the fact that I am seeing such signs in your
king that confuses me.”  His voice dropped.  “Nay, I must be reading the signs
wrong.”  Elrond looked back up at the tense listeners.  “I shall have to wait to
see if my guess is correct or if it is some side effects of the poison”  Seeing
the concerned looks, he waved his hands.  “It is nothing terrible!  He is fine. 
He needs his rest though and there is a kingdom to be ruled.  I believe you all
have things to do.”  He turned back to the bed as he heard the other elves
leave.  A touch on his shoulder startled him and made him turn.
	Commander Ang was standing behind him with a determined expression on her 
face. 
“Lord Elrond, you can tell me.  I know you’re hiding it.”
	Elrond smiled at her intuitiveness.  “Yes, but I am also not sure.  It would be
best to not get everyone worked up over nothing.  Give me more time.” 
Anganaurien remained standing for a moment more, then nodded and left.  Elrond
sighed.  He should not have mentioned he was worried.  Now they would never
leave him alone.
	“My lord?”  He turned to see Glorfindel, looking expectantly at him.
	“Not you too!”
	“Well, I must admit I am curious.  What do you think, my lord?”
	“Do not worry, mellon-nin.  I am imaging what I am sensing.  I must.  
Thranduil
cannot be carrying.  The thought of a male with child is ridiculous.  It is
impossible.”
	“WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!” resounded through the room, coming from two different
throats.  One a slightly shocked seneschal and the other from a suddenly more
distraught king, who promptly fell back onto his bed and fainted.



A.N.:  Phew!  I wasn’t sure I’d do it, but I did it!  I researched a little on
how spiders reproduce and male spiders actually do use the antennae on their
face to transfer sperm to the female.  I already have a sequel planned involving
the pregnancy and I have a sequel for after that one that has the child and what
life is like for such a unique soul.  Kay accidentally inspired the sequel’s
sequel before she even knew what this one was about.  This also has other fics
connected to it, but I’m intending for them to be able to be read separately. 
Please tell me what you think.  If you think I’m a psycho, thank you.  If you
think I shouldn’t write anymore, I’ll refer you to Kay, Yuki, and Hiro b/c they
yell at me every time I say I shouldn’t write anymore.  If you love it, I’ll
write more and most likely take suggestions.  If anyone has an idea, but doesn’t
want to write it or whatever, I’ll be willing to help.  Thank you for reading
and I hope you weren’t too badly scarred. ^_^