Title : Mirkwood's Impasse
Author : Red Autumn (red_autumn21@yahoo.com)
Pairing(s) : Legolas/OC
Rating : R, Slash, Rape, Angst, Violence
Summary : Legolas was forced to marry a bully.
Warning : PLEASE heed the ratings. Non-con slash issue.
Disclaimer : Only borrowing Tolkien's characters for my fantasy.
NOTE : This fic is AU. Special thanks to beta reader - Anu.
PART 1
It was a peaceful night. The moonlight cast silvery lights through the arcades along the corridor, creating shadows on the colored mosaic tiles of the floor.
A young elf was drawn to the lights beckoning him with the call of an immemorial song to his soul.
Anyone who happened to pass by would be awed to see this ethereal being bathing under the moonlight. All elves glow from within for they are made of stardust and with the added effect from the heavenly body, he looked like a shimmering apparition rather than solid matter.
At night the young Prince would let his hair cascade around him naturally. He liked the feel of his soft, blond hair waving gently behind as wind blew toward his direction. He closed his eyes and savoured the feel of cool breeze soothingly caressing his cheeks.
On a night like this, Prince Legolas Greenleaf would sit on the marble architrave supported by the balustrade with the chiseled slender statuette and sing, but tonight his mind and heart was greatly distressed.
"All alone?" a husky voice sounded very close to his ears.
Legolas was startled, his chain of thoughts broken. He rebuked himself for being so occupied with his mind that he failed to notice the intruder that had snuck up on him. A certain interloper he wished to avoid meeting at all costs.
The smaller elf wanted to move away but two hands shot out and latched on to the beautifully carved architrave he had been leaning on, thus barring him from walking away on either side.
The body behind him began to push against him. It made him uncomfortable. Legolas gasped in anger and outrage as the unwelcome visitor rubbed his hips lasciviously, pushing his hard bulge against the small of the Prince's back, unashamed of his heightened libido.
Turning around, Legolas had intended to confront him and push him away.
Unexpectedly the red-haired elf hugged him in a tight embrace and mashed his lips harshly onto his; a wet tongue shot out and tried to force its way inside. A moan emitted from the assaulter made Legolas felt even more disgusted by this lewd behaviour.
The flaming red haired half-elf was a head taller than the object of his desire and his body was bigger; muscles more compact especially on his forearms and upper torso, unlike most elves. Even though the Prince was a trained warrior and able to defend himself, his strength was no match to this one who was endowed with the might of both parentage - human and elf.
Unable to release himself from his arms, Legolas tried another tactic. He lifted one leg and stepped heavily with the balls of his feet on to his aggressor's toes, causing the red head to loosen his grip from the momentary flash of pain. A grunt escaped from his throat as his mouth detached itself unwillingly from the ruby red lips.
Taking the opportunity, the blonde elf shoved him roughly and proceeded to step away without looking back. The Prince was fuming with anger and also fear. The bigger elf could easily have taken him if he was determined enough.
"You will be mine very soon, little Greenleaf," called out the voice behind him.
Legolas ignored his remark and did not slow his stride. He hated when anyone besides his family called him little Greenleaf. It is a nickname affectionately used when Legolas was sometimes mischievous.
The bigger elf watched the young Prince's tantalizing buttocks swagger quickly away until he was out of sight. He was more annoyed that he could not enjoy the beautiful elf in his arms than being angry at what he had done to him.
A vivacious elf! He would enjoy very much subduing this one to submissiveness.
Originally the Crown Prince had been the target but found him too rigid and much bound by his sense of duty. Then the half elf tried to seduce the only she-elf in the family only to discover she already has a lover and her love for him was too strong to break.
The youngest was discovered quite by accident however.
FLASHBACK
Legolas had just returned from his short trip to Rivendell and as usual, he would head straight to his ada. Even though the blond warrior had already passed his majority a few seasons, he still kept the habit of jumping onto his sire and giving him a big childishly affectionate embrace.
The King adored all his children especially the youngest. He found Legolas very much like himself - mischievous and with a love for riding fast, tearing through the forest carelessly.
King Thranduil had been bending over a huge heavy oak table looking at maps, his back to the door of his office. Before he registered it his youngest son had entered, and a pair of slender arms circled his waist from behind before tightening uncomfortably.
The older elf had smiled and whipped around, hugging the smaller frame just as furiously.
"You've returned!" cried Thranduil.
"Yes, ada. I've missed you so much," chirped the Prince as he buried his head into his ada's chest, feeling safe and warm with the strong arms around him.
All the Mirkwood counselors and personages in the room were quite used to the young elf's rude interruptions. Some shook their heads wondering when the Prince would grow out of his juvenile behaviour while others simply smiled. Foreign councilors present in the office were left bewildered by the commotion. Seeing that all the elves of Mirkwood did not make any move or show signs of distress eased their feelings a little.
The half-elf was there as well.
The moment he laid eyes on this young beauty in the King's arms, he swore to himself that the Prince would be his at whatever costs.
The hunt would be worth it.
END OF FLASHBACK
Chuckling amusedly, he turned on his heels and strode the opposite direction.
As soon as he reached his bedchamber, Legolas entered hurriedly and slammed the door closed behind him. He leaned against it and closed his eyes. A relieved sigh escaped from deep within. He slumped his shoulders.
The boldness of the half-elves worried the young Prince. That meant they were sure of themselves, sure of King Thranduil's favour and sure that the throne would be in their hands. Something must be done, fast.
Legolas took off his robe, placing it neatly on the back of a chair and then walked over to his bed. Sitting on the edge of it, he took off his soft leather boots and placed them beside the bed. Swinging his legs up, he moved to the center and pulled the soft white coverlet up his chest before lying down.
He tried to get some sleep. There was nothing he could do right now especially not alone. Tomorrow he must convince his ada to allow him to go to Rivendell and secretly seek help.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
There was a knock on the door and without waiting for a reply it opened. The red-haired elf that had been trying to molest the young Prince walked in, closing the door behind him.
"Everything going accordingly?" he asked the woman who was seated in front of the huge dressing table. She was brushing her long red hair, as red as the half-elf standing behind her.
"Yes, dear brother," she answered, looking at his reflection on the mirror. "You don't look too happy. Something the matter?"
"Not really," he said as he walked over to a chair and sat down heavily. "He's rather stubborn but that will change when the tide turns against him."
His mind wandered to the thoughts of abusing the trembling naked body. "Then I shall enjoy myself immensely when he calls me master and does what I tells him to do."
A smile spread on his face as he imagined more of the Prince's agonizing moans filling his bedchamber.
"Oh Morrant. You're absolutely smitten by this little one, aren't you?"
"You have no idea, Levana dear, no idea."
"Hhmm.You're a hunter, dear brother. I know you find pleasure with the challenges in taking your prey."
Levana placed the brush down and turned on her seat to face her brother. She was dressed provocatively - a semi-transparent maroon robe with delicate lace along the neckline and plunging v-neck, showing off some pale smooth flesh of her well-endowed breasts.
Morrant couldn't help stealing short glances around the neck region. He admitted that his sister was highly skilled in the art of seduction and flirting with any male, reducing them to groveling pitiful creatures eager to lick her boots. However, whenever they have a bigger agenda for their victims, she would use some black magic potions that she concocted herself to keep her prey obedient until she had no use for him.
That was how they had managed to keep King Thranduil under their tight leash. The Golden King was easy to seduce for he had a soft spot for beautiful, helpless she-elves in distress. After that it was only a matter of poisoning his mind slowly to do whatever they bid.
"How I yearn so painfully for that feisty young Prince every night, to squirm in my arms as I take him," said Morrant trying to avert his attention from his sister's playful flirts.
The she half-elf knew he had a severe weakness for smooth silky flesh and sometimes she liked to taunt him by purposely creating diversion with "accidentally" parted clothes.
"There are so many elves in Mirkwood. Take one for the night," she suggested, her fingers absent-mindedly twirling a curl.
"No. It is only Legolas that I want and he, I shall have. Only he can put out the fire smoldering hotly between my legs. Ai! How it frustrates me that I cannot have him now."
"Peace dear brother. Very soon he will be yours," purred Levana.
"Hhhmmm...very much indeed!" growled Morrant deep in his throat.
Author : Red Autumn (red_autumn21@yahoo.com)
Pairing(s) : Legolas/OC
Rating : R, Slash, Rape, Angst, Violence
Summary : Legolas was forced to marry a bully.
Warning : PLEASE heed the ratings. Non-con slash issue.
Disclaimer : Only borrowing Tolkien's characters for my fantasy.
NOTE : This fic is AU. Special thanks to beta reader - Anu.
PART 1
It was a peaceful night. The moonlight cast silvery lights through the arcades along the corridor, creating shadows on the colored mosaic tiles of the floor.
A young elf was drawn to the lights beckoning him with the call of an immemorial song to his soul.
Anyone who happened to pass by would be awed to see this ethereal being bathing under the moonlight. All elves glow from within for they are made of stardust and with the added effect from the heavenly body, he looked like a shimmering apparition rather than solid matter.
At night the young Prince would let his hair cascade around him naturally. He liked the feel of his soft, blond hair waving gently behind as wind blew toward his direction. He closed his eyes and savoured the feel of cool breeze soothingly caressing his cheeks.
On a night like this, Prince Legolas Greenleaf would sit on the marble architrave supported by the balustrade with the chiseled slender statuette and sing, but tonight his mind and heart was greatly distressed.
"All alone?" a husky voice sounded very close to his ears.
Legolas was startled, his chain of thoughts broken. He rebuked himself for being so occupied with his mind that he failed to notice the intruder that had snuck up on him. A certain interloper he wished to avoid meeting at all costs.
The smaller elf wanted to move away but two hands shot out and latched on to the beautifully carved architrave he had been leaning on, thus barring him from walking away on either side.
The body behind him began to push against him. It made him uncomfortable. Legolas gasped in anger and outrage as the unwelcome visitor rubbed his hips lasciviously, pushing his hard bulge against the small of the Prince's back, unashamed of his heightened libido.
Turning around, Legolas had intended to confront him and push him away.
Unexpectedly the red-haired elf hugged him in a tight embrace and mashed his lips harshly onto his; a wet tongue shot out and tried to force its way inside. A moan emitted from the assaulter made Legolas felt even more disgusted by this lewd behaviour.
The flaming red haired half-elf was a head taller than the object of his desire and his body was bigger; muscles more compact especially on his forearms and upper torso, unlike most elves. Even though the Prince was a trained warrior and able to defend himself, his strength was no match to this one who was endowed with the might of both parentage - human and elf.
Unable to release himself from his arms, Legolas tried another tactic. He lifted one leg and stepped heavily with the balls of his feet on to his aggressor's toes, causing the red head to loosen his grip from the momentary flash of pain. A grunt escaped from his throat as his mouth detached itself unwillingly from the ruby red lips.
Taking the opportunity, the blonde elf shoved him roughly and proceeded to step away without looking back. The Prince was fuming with anger and also fear. The bigger elf could easily have taken him if he was determined enough.
"You will be mine very soon, little Greenleaf," called out the voice behind him.
Legolas ignored his remark and did not slow his stride. He hated when anyone besides his family called him little Greenleaf. It is a nickname affectionately used when Legolas was sometimes mischievous.
The bigger elf watched the young Prince's tantalizing buttocks swagger quickly away until he was out of sight. He was more annoyed that he could not enjoy the beautiful elf in his arms than being angry at what he had done to him.
A vivacious elf! He would enjoy very much subduing this one to submissiveness.
Originally the Crown Prince had been the target but found him too rigid and much bound by his sense of duty. Then the half elf tried to seduce the only she-elf in the family only to discover she already has a lover and her love for him was too strong to break.
The youngest was discovered quite by accident however.
FLASHBACK
Legolas had just returned from his short trip to Rivendell and as usual, he would head straight to his ada. Even though the blond warrior had already passed his majority a few seasons, he still kept the habit of jumping onto his sire and giving him a big childishly affectionate embrace.
The King adored all his children especially the youngest. He found Legolas very much like himself - mischievous and with a love for riding fast, tearing through the forest carelessly.
King Thranduil had been bending over a huge heavy oak table looking at maps, his back to the door of his office. Before he registered it his youngest son had entered, and a pair of slender arms circled his waist from behind before tightening uncomfortably.
The older elf had smiled and whipped around, hugging the smaller frame just as furiously.
"You've returned!" cried Thranduil.
"Yes, ada. I've missed you so much," chirped the Prince as he buried his head into his ada's chest, feeling safe and warm with the strong arms around him.
All the Mirkwood counselors and personages in the room were quite used to the young elf's rude interruptions. Some shook their heads wondering when the Prince would grow out of his juvenile behaviour while others simply smiled. Foreign councilors present in the office were left bewildered by the commotion. Seeing that all the elves of Mirkwood did not make any move or show signs of distress eased their feelings a little.
The half-elf was there as well.
The moment he laid eyes on this young beauty in the King's arms, he swore to himself that the Prince would be his at whatever costs.
The hunt would be worth it.
END OF FLASHBACK
Chuckling amusedly, he turned on his heels and strode the opposite direction.
As soon as he reached his bedchamber, Legolas entered hurriedly and slammed the door closed behind him. He leaned against it and closed his eyes. A relieved sigh escaped from deep within. He slumped his shoulders.
The boldness of the half-elves worried the young Prince. That meant they were sure of themselves, sure of King Thranduil's favour and sure that the throne would be in their hands. Something must be done, fast.
Legolas took off his robe, placing it neatly on the back of a chair and then walked over to his bed. Sitting on the edge of it, he took off his soft leather boots and placed them beside the bed. Swinging his legs up, he moved to the center and pulled the soft white coverlet up his chest before lying down.
He tried to get some sleep. There was nothing he could do right now especially not alone. Tomorrow he must convince his ada to allow him to go to Rivendell and secretly seek help.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
There was a knock on the door and without waiting for a reply it opened. The red-haired elf that had been trying to molest the young Prince walked in, closing the door behind him.
"Everything going accordingly?" he asked the woman who was seated in front of the huge dressing table. She was brushing her long red hair, as red as the half-elf standing behind her.
"Yes, dear brother," she answered, looking at his reflection on the mirror. "You don't look too happy. Something the matter?"
"Not really," he said as he walked over to a chair and sat down heavily. "He's rather stubborn but that will change when the tide turns against him."
His mind wandered to the thoughts of abusing the trembling naked body. "Then I shall enjoy myself immensely when he calls me master and does what I tells him to do."
A smile spread on his face as he imagined more of the Prince's agonizing moans filling his bedchamber.
"Oh Morrant. You're absolutely smitten by this little one, aren't you?"
"You have no idea, Levana dear, no idea."
"Hhmm.You're a hunter, dear brother. I know you find pleasure with the challenges in taking your prey."
Levana placed the brush down and turned on her seat to face her brother. She was dressed provocatively - a semi-transparent maroon robe with delicate lace along the neckline and plunging v-neck, showing off some pale smooth flesh of her well-endowed breasts.
Morrant couldn't help stealing short glances around the neck region. He admitted that his sister was highly skilled in the art of seduction and flirting with any male, reducing them to groveling pitiful creatures eager to lick her boots. However, whenever they have a bigger agenda for their victims, she would use some black magic potions that she concocted herself to keep her prey obedient until she had no use for him.
That was how they had managed to keep King Thranduil under their tight leash. The Golden King was easy to seduce for he had a soft spot for beautiful, helpless she-elves in distress. After that it was only a matter of poisoning his mind slowly to do whatever they bid.
"How I yearn so painfully for that feisty young Prince every night, to squirm in my arms as I take him," said Morrant trying to avert his attention from his sister's playful flirts.
The she half-elf knew he had a severe weakness for smooth silky flesh and sometimes she liked to taunt him by purposely creating diversion with "accidentally" parted clothes.
"There are so many elves in Mirkwood. Take one for the night," she suggested, her fingers absent-mindedly twirling a curl.
"No. It is only Legolas that I want and he, I shall have. Only he can put out the fire smoldering hotly between my legs. Ai! How it frustrates me that I cannot have him now."
"Peace dear brother. Very soon he will be yours," purred Levana.
"Hhhmmm...very much indeed!" growled Morrant deep in his throat.
