Give Me A Reason Why
By: Kuroi Atropos
Warnings: Slash, rape, AU, and as always my annoying habit of pulling people from different times/worlds to meet themselves
Summary: A portal from a world where Sauron managed to regain his ring and take control to a world where the fellowship is just about to leave is opened by accident when the Lord Elrond of each dimension makes the exact same wish at the exact same moment.
Current Pairings (knowing me these'll change): Aragorn/Legolas Aragorn/Arwen Elrond/Legolas Sauron/Legolas Boromir/Aragorn Elrond/Gil- galad Elrond/Isoldir and I'm stopping now, remember… more then one dimension and time! I'm not turning them into whores or something! Well, actually some of them will be but that's besides the point.
Disclaimer: *****Start Dream Sequence***** I AM THE HIGHLY EXALTED LORD TOLKIEN AND THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE!!! *****End Dream Sequence***** Hmmph, that was a good dream, I wish I owned them! Well, guess what? I Don't own them and am not making any money. So, *Turns to the Hoard of Lawyers Behind Her* SOD OFF YOU BLOODY MONEY GRABBING GITS!!! *Lawyers start to write out verbal assault cases* Why me!?!
Dedication: AC…. Read her series 'The Folly of Starlight.'
"Common Tongue"
'Elfish'
/Dark Language (a.k.a. Orc grunts and nasty spells)/
**Flashbacks, P.O.V. and scene changes**
Thoughts
PS This is my first LOTR fic ever… ABSOLUTELY!! Please be nice, and R&R so I know if you like it.
**Chapter One**
A single drop of Elrond's blood fell to the engraved floors of Rivendell's majestic throne room as Sauron's talon like fingers raked across the Elfin Lord's glorious face and a choked wail forced it's way out of Legolas' throat, the mere sight of Sauron near his lover bringing him to fight even harder against the hold the foul Orcs kept on him.
Beside him Arwen sobbed, hanging limply in Orc hands with Orc blades pressed tightly at her throat, Aragorn at his knees at the sight of his beloved held captive, Narsil lay at his knees, it's reforged glory broken once again by Suaron's evil hands.
Elrond's eyes met his across the expansive room, urging him to remain quiet, save himself, protect the others… But he couldn't bare to, not while there was still breath in his immortal body would he stand by while Sauron attacked the Elfin Lord.
Sauron however saw the look from Elrond and glanced over to where it was directed, seeing Arwen, then Elladan and Elohir, his three children, and Aragorn, descendent of that stuck pig Isildur… He saw various elves and humans… Five hobbits, one whom he had just regained his ring from, three others around his age, and an old, bent over one. He saw the dwarves that had been apart of Elronds Council. But his eyes settled on one particularly magnificent elf, fighting harder then the rest, his hair a glorious pale gold that out shined his own Ring, eyes greener then the finest dwarfish emerald, his clothes warm forest greens and browns…
Sauron recognized him as the archer that had planted an arrow in his left shoulder.
More importantly Sauron recognized the breathtaking elf as the one his eye showed him… The one who was trapped in the throws of passion, embraced and enticed deeper and deeper into the clutches of ecstasy by Elrond…
He smiled as he watched another seven of the Uruk-hai Saruman had created for him literally jump onto the elf trying to subdue him… Even Isildur's descendent wasn't proving as problematic. But then again humans always had been swayed so easily by their hearts desire.
Sauron kicked aside the ancient lord and strode towards the rather feisty sun-kissed blonde. Several more Orcs latched onto the elf and managed to force the elf to his knees in front of the Dark Lord. Sauron laced his hands into the bright elf's pale sun-laced hair and jerked his head back so that the elf's rather amazing eyes of golden green met his own fire ringed red eyes hidden beneath a mask of the darkest metals.
"Well, aren't we the pretty one…" The elf managed to free a leg from several Orcs to plant a kick directly to Sauron's neck, throwing the Dark Lord off balance and making him release his hold on the hair that seemed finer then even the gold of his precious ring. The Orcs around him latched on tighter, digging into pale elfin flesh tooth and claw, fists and feet flying in a fury against the beautiful elf's flawless skin for daring to try and hurt their Lord.
With a smirk Sauron drew his sword and rather cleanly sliced off the heads of several of the creatures trying to beat the magnificent slave into submission…
For a magnificent slave he would be…
One truly worthy of gracing the bed of the Dark Lord… Not just for his amazing looks, but for the fact that he was the lover of the fool of an elf who had dared try and mount an attack on Sauron when he first rose, and then again when he returned to power.
It would only make his taking of the young elf so much sweeter.
He sliced down several more of the Orcs holding his new found beauty and smiled at the sight his new toy made…
Silvery gold hair spread out about his head, framing a face that still appeared golden and ethereal even though caked with battle dirt and blood, his own and the Orcs, the fine body, deceptively weak looking but amazingly strong, finely muscled from the centuries of practice he must have had to be as fine of a warrior as he was.
Sauron stabbed his blade through another Orcs neck then sliced it down the twisted creatures body, spilling the blood over the elfin beauty held tight to the floor by now cowering Orcs, marking the elf as his with the darkness empowered blood.
Legolas glared at Sauron as the Orcs dark blood fell upon him. He managed to use the Orcs sudden confusion to rip free of them and wrench free a sword. He swung up and around with the grace born to his people, bringing the sword around in an arc at Sauron's head. The Dark Lord parried the blow, then brought his own sword around, the body of an Orc falling from the blade as Legolas thrust the Dark Lord's sword aside with a clang.
Legolas wrenched his sword aside, trapping the evil lords sword. He lashed out, grabbing the Lords hand, his own lithe, pale fingers closing around the finger in which the One Ring was worn and pulled with every ounce of strength left in him, attempting to break off the dark tyrants very finger.
He managed to break every bone in the finger before Sauron threw him to the floor.
Staring at the ceiling of intricately carved stone and magically twienned branches he was sure some of his own bones were broken. He felt more then saw the Dark One laugh. Then a voice spoke through the haze of clouds that were beginning to form in his mind.
'So beautiful, strong and determined, so absolutely priceless, I will have you, at my feet, in my arms, in my bed.
I will have you cry out for me, your pain will be your pleassure, you will be mine for eternity.'
Legolas felt cold lips that tasted of blood press against his own, the breath filled with the stench of death. Waves of darkness and torrents of power assaulted every sense he possessed, as pain leached through his body he screamed into the mouth covering his. The mist that flowed through his mind tripled as the world started to fall away in more way then one as he felt himself being lifted, tenderly and with great care, and then he felt lips press against his forehead.
'Sleep'. Legolas had no choice but to comply to the gentle command.
Gimli looked through the fingers of Orcs as the Dark Lord removed his helmet, yet he was to far to see anything but short cut black hair.
Tears fell down his face at the though of his closet friend coming to harm… But strangely, that did not happen.
The evil being stared at Legolas for a moment before leaning down and kissing the crazy elf on the lips. Mere moments later Legolas' screams, muffled through Sauron's mouth ecohed over the silent room. The screams died down slowly, only stopping when the Dark Lord draw back from the elf.
The Lord stood, cradling the limp elf in his arms. He glided to Elrond's throne and sat in it, Legolas's slight body draped over his lap, legs settled over the arm of the chair, his head lolled onto Sauron's cheast with the monsters fingers trailing idly through the Prince's hair.
Sauron smirked and pressed a light kiss to Legolas's forehead.
Gimli jumped when soft elvish words broke the silence, and he stared at the source, wishing he could understand elvish.
'You bastard,' Glorfindel had quite honestly never heard Lord Elrond use that language before but certainly agreed with the sentaments. Seeing Legolas's golden body in the arms of Sauron turned his blood cold, for the young had always seemed to him to be to innocent, to light, to be near any form of evil…
He eyed his Lord, not shocked to see an actual tear trail down Elronds cheek at the sight of his love in Sauron's arms.
For a moment Glorfindel wished to be as Elrond, half-man, so he might be able to shed a tear at the site of darkness on the throne of light, a world fallen, and Legolas, the one who had managed to bring hope back to his Lord's heart ripped away from peace in a single kiss.
**End Chapter One**
Well, tell me what you think, should I continue?
By: Kuroi Atropos
Warnings: Slash, rape, AU, and as always my annoying habit of pulling people from different times/worlds to meet themselves
Summary: A portal from a world where Sauron managed to regain his ring and take control to a world where the fellowship is just about to leave is opened by accident when the Lord Elrond of each dimension makes the exact same wish at the exact same moment.
Current Pairings (knowing me these'll change): Aragorn/Legolas Aragorn/Arwen Elrond/Legolas Sauron/Legolas Boromir/Aragorn Elrond/Gil- galad Elrond/Isoldir and I'm stopping now, remember… more then one dimension and time! I'm not turning them into whores or something! Well, actually some of them will be but that's besides the point.
Disclaimer: *****Start Dream Sequence***** I AM THE HIGHLY EXALTED LORD TOLKIEN AND THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE!!! *****End Dream Sequence***** Hmmph, that was a good dream, I wish I owned them! Well, guess what? I Don't own them and am not making any money. So, *Turns to the Hoard of Lawyers Behind Her* SOD OFF YOU BLOODY MONEY GRABBING GITS!!! *Lawyers start to write out verbal assault cases* Why me!?!
Dedication: AC…. Read her series 'The Folly of Starlight.'
"Common Tongue"
'Elfish'
/Dark Language (a.k.a. Orc grunts and nasty spells)/
**Flashbacks, P.O.V. and scene changes**
Thoughts
PS This is my first LOTR fic ever… ABSOLUTELY!! Please be nice, and R&R so I know if you like it.
**Chapter One**
A single drop of Elrond's blood fell to the engraved floors of Rivendell's majestic throne room as Sauron's talon like fingers raked across the Elfin Lord's glorious face and a choked wail forced it's way out of Legolas' throat, the mere sight of Sauron near his lover bringing him to fight even harder against the hold the foul Orcs kept on him.
Beside him Arwen sobbed, hanging limply in Orc hands with Orc blades pressed tightly at her throat, Aragorn at his knees at the sight of his beloved held captive, Narsil lay at his knees, it's reforged glory broken once again by Suaron's evil hands.
Elrond's eyes met his across the expansive room, urging him to remain quiet, save himself, protect the others… But he couldn't bare to, not while there was still breath in his immortal body would he stand by while Sauron attacked the Elfin Lord.
Sauron however saw the look from Elrond and glanced over to where it was directed, seeing Arwen, then Elladan and Elohir, his three children, and Aragorn, descendent of that stuck pig Isildur… He saw various elves and humans… Five hobbits, one whom he had just regained his ring from, three others around his age, and an old, bent over one. He saw the dwarves that had been apart of Elronds Council. But his eyes settled on one particularly magnificent elf, fighting harder then the rest, his hair a glorious pale gold that out shined his own Ring, eyes greener then the finest dwarfish emerald, his clothes warm forest greens and browns…
Sauron recognized him as the archer that had planted an arrow in his left shoulder.
More importantly Sauron recognized the breathtaking elf as the one his eye showed him… The one who was trapped in the throws of passion, embraced and enticed deeper and deeper into the clutches of ecstasy by Elrond…
He smiled as he watched another seven of the Uruk-hai Saruman had created for him literally jump onto the elf trying to subdue him… Even Isildur's descendent wasn't proving as problematic. But then again humans always had been swayed so easily by their hearts desire.
Sauron kicked aside the ancient lord and strode towards the rather feisty sun-kissed blonde. Several more Orcs latched onto the elf and managed to force the elf to his knees in front of the Dark Lord. Sauron laced his hands into the bright elf's pale sun-laced hair and jerked his head back so that the elf's rather amazing eyes of golden green met his own fire ringed red eyes hidden beneath a mask of the darkest metals.
"Well, aren't we the pretty one…" The elf managed to free a leg from several Orcs to plant a kick directly to Sauron's neck, throwing the Dark Lord off balance and making him release his hold on the hair that seemed finer then even the gold of his precious ring. The Orcs around him latched on tighter, digging into pale elfin flesh tooth and claw, fists and feet flying in a fury against the beautiful elf's flawless skin for daring to try and hurt their Lord.
With a smirk Sauron drew his sword and rather cleanly sliced off the heads of several of the creatures trying to beat the magnificent slave into submission…
For a magnificent slave he would be…
One truly worthy of gracing the bed of the Dark Lord… Not just for his amazing looks, but for the fact that he was the lover of the fool of an elf who had dared try and mount an attack on Sauron when he first rose, and then again when he returned to power.
It would only make his taking of the young elf so much sweeter.
He sliced down several more of the Orcs holding his new found beauty and smiled at the sight his new toy made…
Silvery gold hair spread out about his head, framing a face that still appeared golden and ethereal even though caked with battle dirt and blood, his own and the Orcs, the fine body, deceptively weak looking but amazingly strong, finely muscled from the centuries of practice he must have had to be as fine of a warrior as he was.
Sauron stabbed his blade through another Orcs neck then sliced it down the twisted creatures body, spilling the blood over the elfin beauty held tight to the floor by now cowering Orcs, marking the elf as his with the darkness empowered blood.
Legolas glared at Sauron as the Orcs dark blood fell upon him. He managed to use the Orcs sudden confusion to rip free of them and wrench free a sword. He swung up and around with the grace born to his people, bringing the sword around in an arc at Sauron's head. The Dark Lord parried the blow, then brought his own sword around, the body of an Orc falling from the blade as Legolas thrust the Dark Lord's sword aside with a clang.
Legolas wrenched his sword aside, trapping the evil lords sword. He lashed out, grabbing the Lords hand, his own lithe, pale fingers closing around the finger in which the One Ring was worn and pulled with every ounce of strength left in him, attempting to break off the dark tyrants very finger.
He managed to break every bone in the finger before Sauron threw him to the floor.
Staring at the ceiling of intricately carved stone and magically twienned branches he was sure some of his own bones were broken. He felt more then saw the Dark One laugh. Then a voice spoke through the haze of clouds that were beginning to form in his mind.
'So beautiful, strong and determined, so absolutely priceless, I will have you, at my feet, in my arms, in my bed.
I will have you cry out for me, your pain will be your pleassure, you will be mine for eternity.'
Legolas felt cold lips that tasted of blood press against his own, the breath filled with the stench of death. Waves of darkness and torrents of power assaulted every sense he possessed, as pain leached through his body he screamed into the mouth covering his. The mist that flowed through his mind tripled as the world started to fall away in more way then one as he felt himself being lifted, tenderly and with great care, and then he felt lips press against his forehead.
'Sleep'. Legolas had no choice but to comply to the gentle command.
Gimli looked through the fingers of Orcs as the Dark Lord removed his helmet, yet he was to far to see anything but short cut black hair.
Tears fell down his face at the though of his closet friend coming to harm… But strangely, that did not happen.
The evil being stared at Legolas for a moment before leaning down and kissing the crazy elf on the lips. Mere moments later Legolas' screams, muffled through Sauron's mouth ecohed over the silent room. The screams died down slowly, only stopping when the Dark Lord draw back from the elf.
The Lord stood, cradling the limp elf in his arms. He glided to Elrond's throne and sat in it, Legolas's slight body draped over his lap, legs settled over the arm of the chair, his head lolled onto Sauron's cheast with the monsters fingers trailing idly through the Prince's hair.
Sauron smirked and pressed a light kiss to Legolas's forehead.
Gimli jumped when soft elvish words broke the silence, and he stared at the source, wishing he could understand elvish.
'You bastard,' Glorfindel had quite honestly never heard Lord Elrond use that language before but certainly agreed with the sentaments. Seeing Legolas's golden body in the arms of Sauron turned his blood cold, for the young had always seemed to him to be to innocent, to light, to be near any form of evil…
He eyed his Lord, not shocked to see an actual tear trail down Elronds cheek at the sight of his love in Sauron's arms.
For a moment Glorfindel wished to be as Elrond, half-man, so he might be able to shed a tear at the site of darkness on the throne of light, a world fallen, and Legolas, the one who had managed to bring hope back to his Lord's heart ripped away from peace in a single kiss.
**End Chapter One**
Well, tell me what you think, should I continue?