A/N: It's 4:30 in the morning and if I were any regular person I'd be
in bed asleep. But no, these stupid plot bunnies just had to jerk me out of
my half-asleep state and make me write. Stupid plot bunnies:: mutters in a
corner for awhile about how all the plot bunnies are out to get her::.
Anywho, I'm glad they popped up, even if it was at an inconvenient moment.
I think I should warn you that later in this story there will be slash and
mentions of rape, maybe even actual rape if the plot bunnies have their
way. This chapter is safe though. Please R&R. Flames will be used to heat
various peoples bedrooms.=^.^=
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord Of The Rings, I'm just using some of its characters for awhile. Don't sue me, you'll only get my broken bed.=^.^=
The man looked around him in disdain. He always hated going to this particular person's house. He didn't have any true evidence to the fact, but he was pretty sure that the man was a slave trader. Even if he wasn't, he obviously didn't have any respect for his servants, and that in it's self made the king wary of him.
As he walked down the hallway, only half paying attention to what the noble man was saying, he noticed a half-ajar door. He didn't know what made him do it, but he came to a halt and peeked through the doorway.
Just inside lying on a bed spread with silken sheets, he saw the most beautiful, and at the same time, pitiful sight he had ever seen. An elf of breath-taking beauty lay on the bed in silken clothes that could only be described as a harem outfit. They consisted of a flimsy material that barely covered anything, but instead just made you wish that you could see underneath it all the more.
It was light blue in colour that accented the figure's fair hair. The outfit was made from a type of silk that looked expensive. The shirt didn't close and barely went as far as the midsection of the elf. By this he could tell that the figure was male, though as lovely as any maiden. He had never called a man beautiful, but felt that this was an exception. Well, there had been one male that he had labelled beautiful, but he was dead and the king did not wish to think of him. Leggings of the same material completed the outfit and the man noticed that several silver chains were wrapped around the gorgeous elf's wrists and ankles and were connected to the bedpost.
The owner of the house must have noticed his pause for he had turned around and was watching the noble man with a knowing smirk upon his lips.
"Beautiful isn't he." The loathsome man commented in his oily voice. "If you wish you may buy him. I'm sure he will, uh, fulfil your pleasures my lord even if he his male." This last part was said with a malignant tone that made the king positive, if he hadn't been already, of exactly what the fair elf was being used as.
Being a noble man he could not just let such a creature suffer, but he knew that if he acted compassionate the slaver wouldn't let him buy the elf. He forced a smirk upon his face and walked over to the slumbering elf and rudely awoke him. He couldn't help but notice how the creamy skin felt silky smooth even after it's rough treatment. The elf woke quickly and cringed away, a look of fear crossing his face before it was replace by one of neutral compliance.
The mortal man grabbed the immortal beings chin and jerked it upward examining the face before him. To his surprise the elf looked familiar to him though he didn't know why. He pretended to look him over so to please the suspicions of the slave master.
After he felt that enough time had gone by he asked the slippery man how much he wanted for the fair creature. The man instantly named an outrageously high price, which the king countered with his own outrageously low price. They bantered for awhile until coming to an agreement on a still too high price. But at the moment the man would have been willing to pay anything to get the elf to safety. He had to be realistic though, his treasury was not all that extensive and he still needed money for the trip back to his kingdom.
After he was done paying, he requested travel clothes for the elf to which the greasy man was quick enough to supply. Soon he was on his way with the seemingly young elf clutching to his saddle.
The king of Gondor wondered what he would do with his new slave, how he hated that word, and wondered how he was going to explain this without Arwen killing him first. Well, first things first, he would definitely need to get some food for he could clearly see every rib of the elf. Also they would need a place to stay, night was falling fast and he almost wished that he hadn't refused to spend the night at the house he had just been visiting. Nay, even if it did result in a few more hours of weariness for him he was glad that he had got the elf out of that place.
With that in mind King Elessar adjusted the reins of his horse and continued on. It would only be a few hours to the next village anyhow and he could handle the small fatigue. He had suffered much more on the quest for the ring.
TBC
A/N2: Well did you love it? Hate it? Please tell me. Reviews will make my life worth living. If you want me to continue do say so, or else I won't.=^.^=
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord Of The Rings, I'm just using some of its characters for awhile. Don't sue me, you'll only get my broken bed.=^.^=
The man looked around him in disdain. He always hated going to this particular person's house. He didn't have any true evidence to the fact, but he was pretty sure that the man was a slave trader. Even if he wasn't, he obviously didn't have any respect for his servants, and that in it's self made the king wary of him.
As he walked down the hallway, only half paying attention to what the noble man was saying, he noticed a half-ajar door. He didn't know what made him do it, but he came to a halt and peeked through the doorway.
Just inside lying on a bed spread with silken sheets, he saw the most beautiful, and at the same time, pitiful sight he had ever seen. An elf of breath-taking beauty lay on the bed in silken clothes that could only be described as a harem outfit. They consisted of a flimsy material that barely covered anything, but instead just made you wish that you could see underneath it all the more.
It was light blue in colour that accented the figure's fair hair. The outfit was made from a type of silk that looked expensive. The shirt didn't close and barely went as far as the midsection of the elf. By this he could tell that the figure was male, though as lovely as any maiden. He had never called a man beautiful, but felt that this was an exception. Well, there had been one male that he had labelled beautiful, but he was dead and the king did not wish to think of him. Leggings of the same material completed the outfit and the man noticed that several silver chains were wrapped around the gorgeous elf's wrists and ankles and were connected to the bedpost.
The owner of the house must have noticed his pause for he had turned around and was watching the noble man with a knowing smirk upon his lips.
"Beautiful isn't he." The loathsome man commented in his oily voice. "If you wish you may buy him. I'm sure he will, uh, fulfil your pleasures my lord even if he his male." This last part was said with a malignant tone that made the king positive, if he hadn't been already, of exactly what the fair elf was being used as.
Being a noble man he could not just let such a creature suffer, but he knew that if he acted compassionate the slaver wouldn't let him buy the elf. He forced a smirk upon his face and walked over to the slumbering elf and rudely awoke him. He couldn't help but notice how the creamy skin felt silky smooth even after it's rough treatment. The elf woke quickly and cringed away, a look of fear crossing his face before it was replace by one of neutral compliance.
The mortal man grabbed the immortal beings chin and jerked it upward examining the face before him. To his surprise the elf looked familiar to him though he didn't know why. He pretended to look him over so to please the suspicions of the slave master.
After he felt that enough time had gone by he asked the slippery man how much he wanted for the fair creature. The man instantly named an outrageously high price, which the king countered with his own outrageously low price. They bantered for awhile until coming to an agreement on a still too high price. But at the moment the man would have been willing to pay anything to get the elf to safety. He had to be realistic though, his treasury was not all that extensive and he still needed money for the trip back to his kingdom.
After he was done paying, he requested travel clothes for the elf to which the greasy man was quick enough to supply. Soon he was on his way with the seemingly young elf clutching to his saddle.
The king of Gondor wondered what he would do with his new slave, how he hated that word, and wondered how he was going to explain this without Arwen killing him first. Well, first things first, he would definitely need to get some food for he could clearly see every rib of the elf. Also they would need a place to stay, night was falling fast and he almost wished that he hadn't refused to spend the night at the house he had just been visiting. Nay, even if it did result in a few more hours of weariness for him he was glad that he had got the elf out of that place.
With that in mind King Elessar adjusted the reins of his horse and continued on. It would only be a few hours to the next village anyhow and he could handle the small fatigue. He had suffered much more on the quest for the ring.
TBC
A/N2: Well did you love it? Hate it? Please tell me. Reviews will make my life worth living. If you want me to continue do say so, or else I won't.=^.^=