I am going to be revising the entire fic. This’ll take a while, so please, bear with me. I’ve noticed some severe cases of redundancy (mostly in about the third chapter and probably due to my lack of coherency at 2 o clock) so I decided to fix them up. Nothing major… yet. I have also noticed the originality (or lack, thereof) of this fic, and I apologize to all who have read this sort of thing before. I do believe this particular plotbunny is my personal property, as I got the idea to do this kind of fic as soon as I found out who Haldir was. Yes, I’m insane. Anyways, as far as I know, this is one of the first of the Lórien mysteries, so please, before you start stereotyping, from what I’ve heard from some, it’s a passable read. Yeah… So without further ado… the opening credits: Title: In Dreams Author: Lassëlanta (xellis_m@yahoo.com) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Sore wa himitsu- Oh what the hell, Leggy/Unknown for now Warnings: NCS, hurt/comfort, other issues... Dedication: To Jae, for the last minute beta yesterday! ^_^ YOU GO GURL!!! LOL! Also to Edward Ross, for hitting all those high notes in "In Dreams" On the LOTR soundtrack. Disclaimer: I don't own crap. Tolkien? Can I have Elrohir? No? Damn. It has come to my attention that many people do not like this kind of fic. Let me warn you ahead of time that this fic does contain Rape and Non Consensual Sex, which means all parties involved weren’t totally agreed on this. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then leave now. Also, this contains explicit male on male action. So, if you’re under 17, I suggest you hit the back button pronto. I don’t want to have people complaining to me about this. I normally don’t write this stuff, being a humor/angst fan meself. I just got bitten by a plotbunny, and you know what that’s like. I mean no offense to real rape survivors. As a matter of fact, I have great respect for them and don’t really want to insult anyone. I know I seem to just be babbling on and on, but I’m just taking extra precautions. Yeah. That’s it. Read on, if you dare. ************************************************************ "Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real." -Tupac Shakur ************************************************************ Legolas sat down wearily on a patch of moss and leaned against one of the huge mellorn trees, removed from the rest of the Fellowship, so he could have time to himself to think. They had just returned from their meeting with the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien and he was troubled. The Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel had wanted to hold council with the group of travelers. They were interested in what had happened to the Wizard, and seemed distressed when they had learned of his fate. Galadriel had told them that the quest was on the edge of a knife. If they made one wrong move, it would be to the ruin of all. Yet hope would remain, while all the Company was true. Legolas knew that she was speaking of one who would doom them all to death. He had a feeling that the person was the man, Boromir. The Lady had turned her gaze to each of the remaining fellowship; Her piercing eyes lingered on Aragorn and Frodo the longest, seeming to look straight through them. When she had focused her attention on the hobbits, they stood there, blushing, and when she looked at Boromir, he stood tall and proud, but still had an air of fear about him. Then, the brilliant blue eyes turned to him, and he felt all at once completely vulnerable. He heard a voice in his head, and he knew it belonged to the Lady. But what she said was what puzzled him greatly. //Legolas, the future for you is yet uncertain. I sense a great power coming towards you... Something that will change your life forever. // 'But what?' he thought. 'What is it?' // I am sorry, Thranduil' son. I have no answers for you. I do not know what this power is, but heed my warning! Remain alert and keep up your guard! I can feel that this is no mere coincidence! Also, beware of the Sea! For it's call will make your blood run with the need to sail to the Undying lands, and that is not your fate just yet. // And with that, she released his mind from her grasp and he relaxed. The Lady smiled and said, "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Tonight, you shall sleep in peace." Celeborn now spoke. "Go now! You are worn with sorrow and much toil. Rest under the protected woods, and let your hearts and minds not be troubled of the road ahead." They had taken their leave and wearily made their way to an area that the Galadhrim had cleared for them to sleep. This is where they were now, Legolas still pondering the Lady's words and what was to come of them. He felt someone's presence behind him. The blond haired elf looked up from where he was sitting to see Aragorn approaching him. "Legolas, what are you doing here away from the others?" he smiled, although it didn't reach to his eyes, which told of a great sorrow and drained strength. Legolas returned the smile. "Nothing my friend," he said shaking his head. "I am merely enjoying the song of the woods around us." This was a lie of course. He hadn't been paying any attention to his surroundings, no matter how beautiful the Elven city was. He had been too occupied with his thoughts. Aragorn smiled again, and then said jokingly. "So you wish to enjoy the noises of the forest instead of helping me calming down the hobbits?" Legolas laughed a little. "Well, I suppose it is a lot more satisfying!" he said, still chuckling. "Actually, I was just thinking." Aragorn crouched down next to him. "About what?" Legolas shrugged. "Not much, just what the Lady said to me." "Ah," Aragorn said, but said no more. They remained in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the woods, the soft and far away songs of the elves, and the chatter of the hobbits. Aragorn stood and looked down at the elf. "I had better get the little ones to sleep," he said, shaking his head. "They are a little too excited." Legolas felt a hint of a smile tug at his mouth. "Yes, I suppose so." Aragorn placed a comforting hand upon the elf's shoulder, flashed a smile and walked off to send the hobbits to bed. Legolas watched Aragorn tell the hobbits that it was time for bed, and they reluctantly complied, snuggling up together so as not to get cold. When he was sure they wouldn't be moving, Aragorn disappeared out of site. Legolas looked around. Boromir and Gimli were gone too. He supposed they were just dealing with their sorrow alone. Such proud creatures were Men and Dwarves; Legolas did not understand it. The elf's keen ears picked up voices in the air. Curious, he stood and walked over to where the little ones were curled up; where the sound was clearer. He stood in front of the bundle of furs and hobbits, and listened for the sounds. It was a song... He could clearly pick out the mourning tone that it was being sung in, and could make out the Elven words of sorrow and loss. "A lament for Gandalf..." he murmured quietly. "What do they say about him?" Legolas turned, surprised. Merry was the one who had spoken and now all four hobbits were staring at him expectantly. Legolas smiled sadly as he listened to the rest of the song as it was being repeated. He shook his head. "Alas, I have not the heart to tell you." He looked into their eyes. "For me, the grief is still too near." They nodded solemnly, accepting this answer. Even they knew the pain of losing one so beloved as the kindly old wizard. Legolas gave them a final smile; turned and walked back to his resting area. He sat down and leaned against the tree, trying to get comfortable. Legolas leaned his head against the trunk and listened to the language of the tree that it was communicating in. He started talking to it, maybe to ease his mind, maybe to ease his heart, maybe just because he needed to speak. "What am I to do? This danger that looms ahead of me... I know not what it is or how great it's power," he whispered softly. "And the threat of Mordor is still there. No matter which way I turn, there seems to always be some strange fate lying on the road, just waiting to swallow me up." He felt a wave of exhaustion overtake him and he sank down until he was slumped against the Mellorn tree. Legolas knew he was tired from the journey, although he seemed to notice it even more now. He sat more comfortably in a cross-legged position and closed his eyes. Now he would finally be able to get some rest in the peaceful woods of Lorien. Legolas slowly felt his soul slip away from his body, and that familiar feeling of freedom come over him. He forced himself to temporarily forget all his problems and all bothersome thoughts. When meditating, elves separated completely from their physical forms, but if they had to be woken, they would immediately return, unscathed. The place elves went to when resting was something they called the Fëamár, a sort of dreamscape. Each elf had it's own dreamscape and none could intrude in it unless they had that knowledge. Legolas felt himself floating higher and higher until he was surrounded with white light. His spirit relaxed, now sure that he would able to rest in the one place where he was completely at peace. He sighed and let himself be caught in the bliss of letting go of ordinary worries and thoughts, and succumbed to the weariness inside of him. //Legolas... // Legolas immediately tensed. 'Did someone just call my name?' he thought. 'But that's impossible... no one can get into my dreams...' //Legolas... Come to me... // Legolas looked around the dreamscape, alarmed. 'That was no illusion! Somehow someone got into my meditation area!' What he next saw was something he had never witnessed before. A bright light came towards him, and took form of a being... an elf. Legolas just floated there, dumbstruck. It was an elf, a male elf, but he had no idea what he was doing here. He was dressed in long white robes, but the light surrounding him, though you could tell what his expression was, and right now being a frown, obscured his face. "What are you doing here?" Legolas thought angrily at the being. The elf smiled and didn't answer for a while. //Legolas, you are troubled... // "Yes I am troubled!" he thought, rather annoyed. "I am troubled on how you got to my private dreamscape!" The stranger remained smiling, which unnerved Legolas to the brink of bursting. "What is it that you want?" The figure made no response, although he frowned. Finally, he made his way toward Legolas, so he was right in front of him, and staring into his face. Legolas gasped. The face was still hard to make out, but the elf had the most brilliant green eyes that he had ever seen. They were the color of the deepest green of the greatest forest in the world. The eyes were staring at him, boring into him and making Legolas feel like squirming. The figure smirked and Legolas heard his thoughts. //I came for you. // Legolas hovered in the white, completely shocked. 'W- what do you want with me?' The elf-being came closer and put his hand on Legolas' cheek, so the prince could feel the heat of the other's body. Legolas had thought it impossible to be able to feel heat and other such things in the Fëamár; apparently he was wrong. The other elf brought his face down to Legolas', who was feeling horribly uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze. They were face to face now, and Legolas was definitely feeling edgy. The elf had snuck his hand behind his head as if to hold him in place. He flashed a brilliant smile at Legolas before suddenly bringing their lips together in a crushing kiss. Legolas' eyes widened to impossible widths and he made a muffled 'mrph!' against the other's mouth. The elf brought his other hand to rest on Legolas' lower back and pulled them together. Legolas' head swam; he hadn't even thought that this sort of thing could happen here! The prince's thoughts were interrupted when the other elf ran his tongue over Legolas' lips, silently asking permission to enter. One thought popped into Legolas' head: "NO!" He suddenly struggled and tried to break the intimate oral embrace, but that served useless as the other just tightened his grip. The elf forced Legolas' lips open and ravaged it with his tongue, exploring every hot crevasse of the desirable young prince's mouth. Legolas melted at this new type of sensation and without his consent, a soft, low moan sounded from his throat but was muffled by the other's lips on his. Legolas immediately realized that he had made that noise and prayed to the Valar that the other didn't notice. They weren't merciful towards him. The elf took notice of Legolas' moan and pulled away to gaze at the flushed face of the young prince. Legolas froze at the close proximity of the other being. Wanting to speak, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Apparently his voice had been lost in the intimate oral embrace that he had just shared with the stranger. Finally, he found his tongue. "W-what do you want?" he repeated. The being just stood there, smiling, but not breaking the contact of their bodies. The strange elf brought his head down to Legolas' ear and whispered. //I told you already. I came for you. // Legolas was about to ask what he meant when the elf nibbled his ear, causing the prince to lose all track of rational thought. The elf licked his ear slowly, and every now and then, bit hard enough to leave a mark. Legolas moaned out loud, not caring whether the elf could hear him or not, and leaned into his touch. The mouth that was sucking on his oversensitive ear, traveled down to his neck, pulling aside Legolas' collar to reveal creamy white skin. He bit down hard, earning another moan from the young prince. The elf started to undo the fastenings on Legolas' tunic but the prince's thoughts came rushing back to warn him. Legolas grabbed the hands but the other elf was too strong, gathering the prince' wrists into one of his own hands, and continued to loosen his tunic. "NO! Stop!" Legolas groaned, trying to break free of the powerful grip. He didn't want this! What was going on? He was so confused. The elf stopped and chuckled. Legolas looked at his face in fear, but the stranger smiled and ran a finger along the prince' cheekbone, tracing over the pink-tinged cheek and down to the full lips. The strange elf smirked and Legolas heard his thoughts. //You know you want this... // 'No I don't!' Legolas thought desperately //Yes you do. // Legolas struggled more but the elf just held on to his arms tighter. //It's no use trying to escape. You can't get out of here until I let you// Legolas stared at him, completely stilling his movements. 'What do you mean? You're not going to release me until I do what you want?' The smile was apparent in the elf's thoughts. //Isn't that what I just said? // He didn't give Legolas a chance to answer before he was kissing him again, more rough than the last kiss that they had shared. It left Legolas panting as the elf moved down and started again on undoing the tunic. Legolas closed his eyes, not wanting to believe this was happening to him. It was becoming harder to fight as the strange elf ran his hands across his body; all the while running kisses and bites along his neckline. The hands started moving downward. They pushed up his tunic and tried to undo his leggings, but Legolas grabbed the wandering hands and pulled them away from that particular area. He looked up, and those brilliant eyes were staring at him. Legolas gulped, and the stranger smiled. //Give it up already, my little princeling. // 'No,' he protested weakly, trying to shove the other away but getting his hands caught. The elf held Legolas' wrists captive in one of his hands, and leaned in close to him, so that their bodies were pulled against each other and Legolas could feel the elf's hardness against his thigh. Legolas gasped as the elf started rubbing Legolas' cock with his leg, feeling the growing arousal of the young prince. The elf smirked at Legolas' expression. //You like this don't you? // 'Yes, oh gods yes!' Legolas moaned, losing all rational thought as his most sensitive of areas was touched in the most erotic way he had ever felt. The elf stopped the movement of his leg and a groan of disappointment sounded from deep within Legolas. The elf pulled their faces together, so they were inches apart. He studied the kiss-pouted lips, the half-closed eyes, and the searing need within them. //Do you want this? // 'Yes!' Legolas moaned, unable to bear the pain of the loss of that feeling. //Let me hear you... // The elf moved his lips to Legolas' ear and proceeded to lick the pointed tip before continuing the sentence. //Let me hear you say that you want this. // 'Gods yes,' Legolas nearly cried, trying to relieve the pressure, but not being able to as his hands were immobilized. He was getting frustrated and as much as he hated to admit it, he was rather aroused by all of this, wrong as it was. The elf stilled and when Legolas looked at him, he shuddered. The elf was looking at him with such an intense heat, a burning desire, uncontrollable want and need, that the prince found him afraid, and his arousal quickly subsided. The elf moved quickly, and before he knew it, Legolas' tunic was completely gone, and the elf was working on his leggings once again. They came off easily and the elf stood, admiring his captive's body. Legolas reached out to him but his hands were suddenly bound with a cord of light. ‘Hold on! Don’t do this!’ //It won’t do to change your mind now...// The elf walked around the frightened prince, studying him as a shark would study his human prey, just before he struck. The elf smirked and nodded in approval. Legolas suddenly felt his legs collapse and he knelt on the ground, in front of the elf. The stranger looked at Legolas once again with those eyes, full of a cruel desire, and the need to dominate this creature. He undid his leggings and warnings went off in Legolas' head. He turned away but the elf grabbed his chin and he was soon face to face with the elf's hard cock. Legolas turned away, shutting his eyes. He felt the strange elf turning his head back towards him, but he struggled. The elf firmly held his head inplace and Legolas felt his mouth being wrenched open. He felt the hard flesh being pushed into his mouth. Legolas held his eyes tightly shut, tears of disgust and fear running down his cheeks, as the elf started moving faster and faster in his hot mouth. He shoved his cock down Legolas' throat until the prince gagged. He could hear his quickening breath and knew that it wouldn't be long. Finally, right as Legolas thought the other elf would orgasm in his mouth, he pulled away and let go of the prince who immediately doubled over, gasping for air. Legolas knelt there, coughing and trying to rid himself of that taste in his mouth. He was so occupied with trying to regain some of his breath that he didn't feel the other elf's presence behind him, nor the hands that were running down his legs. He snapped out of it when he felt the elf's hard cock at his opening, and involuntarily jerked away, but was held in place by the elf's strong hands. Legolas shivered in dreadful anticipation. The elf was perfectly still and after a while, Legolas relaxed a little, wallowing in his fear. He couldn't stop it, he was helpless against him. Suddenly, the elf thrust into Legolas and the prince cried out in pain. He could feel the other's heartbeat reverberate within him, amazed that the horrid creature had a heart. His body was wracked with shuddering sobs, as the elf above him and inside him, waited until the prince calmed. He didn't. The elf started moving slowly, and Legolas bit his lip from the pain. 'Ai! Please!' he groaned. //Please what?// 'P-please! Stop this!' he cried, tasting blood and realizing it was from his bitten lip. He could hear the smirk in the elf's words. //I don't think you want me to.// He pulled out of Legolas, and drove himself in at a different angle, earning another cry of pain from Legolas. The elf continued pushing in and out, each time a little faster and harder, until he was slamming into Legolas forcefully. Legolas could feel himself being torn on the inside with each thrust. He knew he was crying, but didn't care. The pain was too great. After what seemed like forever, the elf grabbed his hips and wildly rammed into the prince's opening. Legolas could feel the other elf's cock tighten inside of him as he came to the brink of his orgasm. With one final tearing thrust, the elf's seed spilt inside of him. The entire area around them was pierced by Legolas' high-pitched scream that would've made anyone's blood run cold. It was full of agony and pain and fear. Even as the elf pulled out of him, he was still screaming. TBC… ************************************************************ OMG, you hate me. My friends hate me. I HATE ME!!! Oh god, how could I do this to my poor Leggy! Oh well, he gets comforted in the next chapter! ^_^ By who, I won't tell you! ^_^ Also, I bet you're wondering who did the evil thing to him, but I don't even know! ^^; Next chapter coming soon!