Warning: This is a lot darker than I usually write, but it was a special request from a friend. Dubcon

Needless to say, I do not own anything related to The Hobbit, Lord of The Rings, any of J.R.R. Tolkien's works, or Peter Jackson's versions.

The Dungeon

Bilbo knew he did not like the elven lord the moment he saw the tall blond sitting on his throne. He liked Thranduil even less as Thorin was pushed forward and knocked to his knees. The hobbit was seriously considering saying he hated the king as he addressed the dwarf prince as if he were a particularly slow witted child. What made the gentle halfling list the tall elf with the Sackville-Baggins as truly despised was his self satisfied sneer.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

The burglar pulled away from the bars of Thorin's prison, glad that he had stolen at least one kiss if he was to be ended on an elven blade. But Thranduil did not draw his wickedly curved sword. His arms were crossed looking more surprised at the position he found them in than an unknown hobbit running loose in his dungeons.

"I had meant to offer you a trade, Thorin, Son of Train. But I seem to have changed my mind."

The dwarf kept his hand locked tight around the Shireling's wrist and his voice dangerously low. "What would you have of me?"

"I wished to see how much pain a dwarf could really endure." He tapped one thin finger against his bottom lip in consideration. "But now I wish to see how loyal this little creature is to you."

"No." Thorin squeezed tighter as if he could somehow draw the hobbit through the bars of his cage.

"Stop it." Bilbo tried to shake his arm free of the dwarf to no avail. "What do we get in return if I satisfy your curiosity?"

The elf was silent for a long enough time that the burglar began to fidget. "I would release the dwarves."

"All of them?"

"No Bilbo!" Thorin wished he was not separated by the iron bars so he could rip out the tall elf's eyes.

"Of course, all of them."

"Alright." The burglar pulled against the dwarf holding his arm again. "What would you have me do?"

"Do not do this Bilbo. You know not what he will do to you."

Thranduil looked between the two and slowly a wicked smile spread across his lips. "Perhaps I will still have both of my questions answered here."

Bilbo blanched when another elf appeared as if summoned by magic. "I would have your body laid bare for my lieutenant to take."

Surely the elf did not mean what the hobbit thought he did. But when the unnamed elf pulled a bottle of oil from his pocket and lewdly caressed his groin, Bilbo knew exactly what he had agreed to. The idea of the action was not foreign to the halfling, but he had hoped to experience it for the first time in a different situation. Perhaps with someone he trusted. Someone like Thorin. The dwarf's hand fell away from the burglar's wrist in horror and Bilbo reached for the buttons on his waist coat. Despite the fear eating away at his insides, there was nothing he would not do if it meant the rest of the company would go free.

"You will watch this, Thorin." Thranduil's voice was cold and hard, but the dwarf obeyed, looking at the small hobbit quickly removing his clothes.

Bilbo could not meet the dwarf's gaze as he stood completely bare before Thorin and the elves. He wished in vain that the prince would have wished to look upon him, bare as he was, but out of desire, not guilt.

"On your knees."

As the halfling registered just how cold the stone floor was, a strong hand grabbed his hair viciously and pulled back. Bilbo refused to make any noise and he was pushed forward again, just catching himself before he hit his face. He was aware of just how exposed he really was his face was pressed against the smooth floor, hips forced upward. The moment the oil was dribbled between the cleft of his cheeks by the king, Thorin protested.

"Do not do this! Do what you would to me, just don't hurt him!"

"Tsk tsk, why would I stop now?"

"He has done nothing to you. Let him leave."

The burglar could see the lordly dwarf from his undignified position on the floor and wanted to tell him that it was alright. If this freed them, he would gladly give up his life for them. And then the hand that was not crushing his face to the floor was quickly opening him. Despite the oil to ease the way, the burn brought tears to his blue eyes and he instinctively tried to pull away. The elf was too strong and Bilbo tried to focus all of his might on relaxing his body.

"You will watch this." Thranduil hissed and the hobbit opened his eyes again. Slowly Thorin turned back to the scene before him. "I wonder if you could stand to touch him after, knowing that an elf of the Greenwood had your prize in every way?"

The probing fingers were removed but before the Shireling could relax, something wider and blunter pressed against his spasming flesh. The pressure built until he could no longer resist and the silent elf buried himself in the quivering hobbit. There was no stopping the tears that squeezed between the halfling's thick lashes and the dwarf pulled at the bars to no effect.

"I swear, if you injure him, I will kill you!"

The elfin king leaned down to look at the burglar's face, streaked with wet tears. "Little thing, there is no need to for torment. Ask for it to end and it will."

Bilbo remained silent as the elf behind him withdrew and snapped his hips forward again. It was a brutal pace and the hobbit wondered how he could possibly survive the onslaught of pain. The halfling forced his eyes open and locked his gaze on Thorin's fierce face. When the elf finally released his hold on the Shireling's hair in favor of holding his hips and thrusting harder, the halfling tried to will the prince to understand that it was all perfectly fine.

"What a surprisingly strong creature. But I'm afraid he cannot last much longer."

Bilbo though that was probably true. The pain was building with every thrust and the ache in his knees did nothing to dull it. Air was becoming hard to find in the narrow corridor and darkness blurred the edges of his vision. Unconsciousness claimed the hobbit before Thorin could break down completely.

"I am indeed satisfied. You inspire great sacrifice and are not unaffected by it."

"Release us!" The dwarf demanded. "You've had your games, now let us go!"

Thranduil seemed unable to decide if he would actually follow his agreement and then he waved his elegant hand at the elf that had finished straightening his robes. "Dispose of that trash and send the dwarves on their way."

"Bilbo? You promised to let us all go!" Thorin almost managed to bend one of the bars in his desperation to reach the hobbit.

Thranduil surged closer to the bars and snarled. "I promised only to release you dwarves. I think he will make a worthy reward for my court." There was no movement in the burglar's pale body as the elf picked up his small form and left the corridor.