Author – Leon (leonshadow )

Title – By my beard

Part – 1/?

Rating - NC-17

Pairing – Thorin/Thranduil, Thorin/Bilbo (Implied)

Summary – AU: Thorin is imprisoned in Mirkwood. The elvenking always gets what he wants; unfortunately mister Baggins never will.

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Disclaimer - I don't own these characters, for they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien. I do not intend to make no money of this.

Feedback - Would love to have some feedback.

A/N and warnings - This story contains several kinds of dark fantasy and deals with disturbing matters like, graphic rape, torture, graphic violence, humiliation etc.

Author's notes – The idea of Thorin being dominated by Thranduil while being in a relationship with Bilbo is requested by a dear friend of mine who role-plays Thorin Oakenshield herself. Thank you dear! (This is going to be my first one shot, I hope you'll enjoy it though!)

PS: If you find this incredibly rough and think I'm a fool.. I only try to fulfil my requester's demands so blame him. *evil laugh*

'..' are thoughts

".." spoken sentences

Chapter 1

He felt several hands onto him; they lifted him onto a horse after they had disarmed him. They rode into a direction he could not know. His wrists and ankles were tied up. He was blindfolded to make him unable to see where his captors were heading to; and gagged, to prevent him from calling for help.

The only sense he could rely on was his hearing and he heard a lot. He guessed two horses were galloping beside the one he was on. He felt nauseous from the repeating movements: riding and riding for an eternity.. He only heard the three horses galloping constantly, there were no rests taken nor any sounds made.

'Orcs ride no horses.. Men.. Elves? Could this be a trap to take Erebor from us?!' He wrestled wildly but his attempts were futile, for he couldn't do anything without his hands. The hands he felt before they left had tied him to the horse itself. This all was planned perfectly. They knew he wished to scout, he would be on his own and they obviously expected him to wrestle a lot..

He felt the substance which was covering his eyes had been knotted perfectly, he had no headaches nor was he able to get it off.

The gag wasn't filthy. It probably even was cleaner than most of the clothes he was wearing himself; which only meant one thing: elves. Men and obviously dwarfs, though it's hard for him to admit it, would be unable to do a job like this in such a precise and careful way.

He could not tell whether it was day or night. He left around the time the sun was setting but he had no idea of how much time had passed ever since. Again after a while he decided to sleep, for he could not stand being conscious in these circumstances. It felt as if he were to throw up any second and he was exhausted.

Like any other dwarf, even in this situation, he easily fell asleep and allowed his mind to rest. He had to be sharp when they would arrive wherever they were taking him.

He arose from his sleep when he felt those familiar hands on him. It did not take him a long time to realise they had stopped riding. He was lifted from the horse and placed with both feet onto the ground. He growled and wrestled again; even after a long rest not much sharpness was to be seen from this dwarf.

Thanks to the wrestling though he was able to feel one of the bodies who stood beside him. A muscled but rather skinny leg was all he could feel but it said more than enough about the creature.

He was brought into a place which felt warmer than his own halls. He frowned but remained calm for now. He had found out what he wished to know for now. He might be strong but fighting multiple elves in this position wouldn't even be considered wise by dwarfs.

They kept walking and kept pulling him along. He hated it. He felt like an object being carried, he could walk himself, could he not?!

Finally they let go of him in a rather rough way, for they threw him onto a bed which felt gigantic when he clumsily crawled over it to escape. He felt a huge but skinny-shaped hand grab his ankle and pull him back with huge force after it had cut the rope which held his ankles together.

Another figure had allowed its body to rest onto the soft mattress.

He lay onto his back now with one leg in the air and a tall frame resting upon his upper body. He felt the figure was leaning with his elbow onto the mattress on one side of his body but the figure kept holding his ankle. He felt long and soft hair resting upon his chest and a soft breath against his cheek.

"Thorin Oakenshield…"

'Of all people..' Thorin felt the man above him have a grin playing on his lips. He often had the tendency to despise people easily but the voice which had spoken to him belonged to the one he had repelled most of all.

He would've shouted at him if he could, but Thranduil preferred to see his captive's facial expressions only; for those showed him more than enough. The elf could not help though, to unfold the blindfold. Seeing Thorin's fire-filled eyes of anger was the icing on the cake.

The dwarf started wrestling and kicking wildly but no one of his height, and probably even the elf's own race, would be able to win from Thranduil of Mirkwood in this position. Thranduil moved the dwarf more straight onto the bed and tied the dwarf's ankles to two bedposts. Then also his wrists, which still were tied together, to the opposing side of the bed.