You knew you weren't supposed to be entering the forests of Mirkwood unannounced, but you would much rather be caught by elves than be hauled back to Lake Town by the lake master's men. You had been essentially sold to the master of Lake Town as his personal company, in order to settle your family's debt. You had absolutely no plans to oblige to the master's fantasies, whatever they may be. You spurred your horse, bidding it to gallop faster, the guards gaining on your heels. You were quickly coming upon the forest, excitement coming upon you. You knew once in they wouldn't dare follow you into that territory. The edge of Mirkwood Forest was in sight, you smiled, when all of a sudden a Lake Town guard disrupted your path. Your horse reared back. You gripped the reins hard, maintaining your seating. You drew your sword from your hip... your stolen sword. You were no idiot you knew you'd need something to protect you in Mirkwood. You swung at the man, gashing his shoulder open. He screamed in sheer pain, spooking his steed and throwing him off. That was all you needed, and you burst into the forest realm.

It was astounding the sudden change. The forest was much shadier, almost lit like the dark of late evening. It was also quiet, very very quiet. The calm of Mirkwood's verdure was somewhat unsettling to you, but you convinced yourself to move further into the forest and its climbs. Your horse suddenly became spooked rearing up. You were caught off guard by its shying and were thrown off its back. The horse took off, leaving you winded on the forest floor. You got up, brushing yourself off and cursing that damned animal for being so yellow. You looked around once more, this silence was giving you the shivers. "This place shouldn't be as quiet as a tomb", you muttered to yourself, "it's a forest for hell's sake". You kept walking drawing your sword out as a precaution. You looked around, hearing the sound of many padding footsteps but no idea from where it came. You couldn't for the life of you figure out the source of the sound, little did you know you were being encircled by a small pack of giant spiders in the treetops, high above your line of vision. You picked up your pace, moving deeper into the forest. You stopped short upon seeing a large web. You let out a loud expletive, your plan had not included being made into a meal. You looked up seeing the beasts beginning to crawl down the massive trunks toward you. You gripped the handle of your sword, raising it to striking height. You were outnumbered and would certainly die, but you'd be damned if you didn't fight tooth and claw until you breathed your last.

The first spider dove off the tree trunk at you, dodging you swung and drove your sword into it's thorax. The monster let out a terrible, ear-splitting screech. You pulled your sword from it, spinning on your heels and charging at the next ones. "I hate bugs that don't fit under my shoe!" you bellowed, as you ran and slashed at the legs of another one. You had struck down three, but more were climbing down from the trees. You were hacking into a fourth, and hadn't noticed one was stalking up behind you. It reared onto its back legs, ready to sink in its fangs, when two arrows went whizzing past your face, your (h/c) bangs fluttering in their passing. Your eyes widened, they had found you. You quickly killed the spider in front of you, turning to the one behind. It had already crumpled to the ground, dead. You turned around to see the glint of an arrowhead an inch from your nose. "State your business trespasser", the elf-archer snarled. You looked from the arrow to his eyes, their deep blue hue losing you for a second. "I have none" you stated dryly. And before he even needed to tell you to surrender your weapon, you turned the handle of your sword over to him. He took it wordlessly from you and nodded to a couple other elves around you. They stooped down to you, each firmly grasping one of your arms and hauling you off.

The guards walked you out of the forest, across a stone bridge, and through a pair of pillar framed gates. The heavy thud of the gates locking behind you, your eyes began to adjust to the light. Your mouth gaped slightly at the sight as they shoved you along. Great stone pillars carved in intricate designs from the living stone, gently wrapped by winding tree roots, glowing amber lights jutting from the walls lighting your path. This was like nothing you had ever laid your eyes on before. You wanted to stay. They led you across a wide flattened root to a stone pavilion. At the center lay a raised platform, and upon it, an antlered throne with an elf comfortably reclined in its confines. His silver-blonde locks were glinting in the dim light, his head adorned with a crown of branches and buds, for spring had barely come. You assumed him to be the king. He let out a breathy sigh, "why do you disturb me Legolas?" The blonde elf, with his swimming blue eyes stepped forward, dipping in a low bow. "Ada, we found this girl among a throng of spiders. She was trespassing in our lands, and claims no excuse for being here." The king raised an eyebrow, sitting forward in his throne. Your (descriptive) (e/c) eyes locked to meet the steel grey of his. Your heart beginning to pound, and your breath catching in your throat. You looked at the floor. The sovereign placed a hand under his chin, resting an elbow upon his knee, eyeing you curiously. "Speak girl, what gave you the right to trespass in my lands?" Still looking at your toes you mumbled out, "It was not properly posted..." His ears perked, as he rose from his seat slowly walking down the stairs from his throne. "I beg your pardon?" You swallowed and spoke louder, "Your laws pertaining to trespassing my liege... they were not properly posted". You looked him square in the eye, "how was I supposed to know such a thing if you don't make it abundantly clear?" He smirked, and you pursed your lips with a matching hard gaze in reply. Your courage was gaining, you were not about to let him intimidate you, regardless of his sovereignty, you were never a woman to be taken lightly.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his cold eyes taking you in. He worded something in elvish to the one named Legolas, and the elves began clearing from the room, including the guards who dragged you to him. Once they had gone he continued his questions. "My lady, where are you from? Surely a young woman does not venture into the Woodland Realm for pure sport." He had begun to circle you, his height far above your own, you were barely at the level of his chest. You fluttered your eyes shut. "I am a woman of Lake Town, and I fled into the woods to escape..." He eyed you curiously, and you continued. "To escape from the fate of being another kept woman for the lake master." Coming to stop in front of you he eyed you in a most unsettling manner. He suddenly pulled you to him, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist, other hand grasping your chin forcing your eyes up to his. You pushed your hands against his chest feebly, it was no use, you were locked tightly in his grasp. He chuckled darkly, "and so you assumed that you would find refuge among my people? My lady I am flattered." He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, you pounded your fists against his chest, he wouldn't let go. You felt you had no other choice, so you bit him, hard. He instantly pulled back, shoving you away with a snarl. "I am king! How dare you!-" You interrupted him, "And I am Queen of this realm", you motioned to your body, "of which you have no right to trespass upon." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a smirk coming across his lips, "forgive my lady, but it was not properly posted..." Your face washed over in anger. How dare he do such a thing, and then go so far as to use your own words against you! "I-I am no woman of the night!" you spluttered out, becoming terribly flustered. His smirk becoming ever darker, "you know I could have you confined to the dungeons for the rest of your mortal life for this." He took a strand of your (h/c) hair in his hand, stroking it between his thumb and forefinger. You glowered back up at him, pulling your hair out of his grasp. "Do not touch me!" you hissed. He yelled loudly in elvish, and a guard appeared. He briefly spoke a few more phrases and the guard grabbed you gruffly by the shoulder hauling you off. The haughty king yelled after you, "perhaps after some time to yourself you will change your mind." You rolled your eyes.


The guard hauled you in front of an immaculately carved door, he opened it a hauled you inside. He shoved you onto the bed, quickly latching a shackle to your right ankle, and then leaving, loudly slamming the door behind him. You huffed, folding your arms in discontent, this was not a game your were about to play. You got off the bed and walked away from it, that bastard gave you maybe three feet of length. You tugged at the chain, kicking your leg out. The bed didn't budge, it was far too heavy, you weren't going to free yourself that way. You sat back on the bed and eyed the lock before getting an idea. You pulled a pin from your hair, bending it out of shape before sliding it into the key hole. You began fiddling with the lock for upwards of an hour, your frustration welling up inside you. Throwing the pin across the floor, you cussed. "Damn these elven locks!" You tucked your free leg up on the bed, resting your chin on your knee, and continued to kick your shackled leg out, making a horrible raucous just because you could. You had lost track of time, but it felt like days. You had stopped with the noise making because the shackle was beginning to bite into your skin. Laying yourself sideways across the bed, and grabbing a pillow from the headboard, you surrendered yourself to a deep sleep. You were exhausted, and you had rubbed your ankle raw from your escape attempts, but would nonetheless try again tomorrow.


After King Thrandruil had locked you away in one of the guest chambers he went about the rest of his day as if you hadn't existed. That is, until you started rattling the chain. The sound of your restraint scraping against the stone echoed horribly for upwards of a mile within his kingdom. A pang of slight annoyance ran through him when he heard it start, and damn did you sure keep it up. You were at it for almost six hours before you had finally tired yourself out. Thranduil was at his dinner when he could finally hear himself think, your protestations had gone silent. He smiled to himself, reclining further in his armchair sipping his goblet of wine. You had finally fallen asleep, or had at least found something more quiet to do. He finished his meal and made his way to your chambers, bringing an elf-maid with him. He had a feeling you might have stupidly done something to yourself, which you had. You had sores beginning to form under your shackle. He unlocked the door, stepping inside, the maid behind him. He smiled softly at the sight of you. You were snoozing deeply, curled around the pillow, hugging it tightly. Your brow furrowed as you nuzzled your head into the pillow getting more comfortable. Thranduil quickly regained his composure, handing the maid the key to your shackle, silently waving for her to attend to you. He walked over to a plush armchair in the corner of the room seating himself, watching with intent eyes. You felt a hand gently snake around your leg, you stiffened but didn't let on, this could be your chance. The elf-maid gingerly pulled your leg into her lap, taking the key into the shackle and unlocking it. You remained still a few moments longer, feeling the cool air hit your raw skin, the shackle sliding off the bed and hitting the stone floor. The elf-maid removed her hands from you, rising from the bed to go retrieve a vile of something from the bureau. Now was your chance! You rose swiftly, running past her breaking for the door. The maid was shocked, she was certain you had been asleep. You hadn't noticed the king was in the room, he saw your escape attempt and swooped upon the door. You ran smack into him, he grabbed you harshly. Fear tightened your chest, and you looked up at him, his steely blue eyes glaring down at you. "Leave us" he sniped at the maid, and she quickly took her leave. Your eyes began to widen, you were most certainly going to die tonight. His grip tightened to an almost painful point around your arms, you groaned, your eyes shutting. He slammed the door locking it, sliding the key into his over jacket. "You just never know when to give up do you?" You kept your eyes shut tight. He shook you hard, "Answer me wench!" He grabbed you by the chin your (e/c) eyes swimming with terror. A shaky breath left you, "I-I, I just... want to be safe." Something in his expression softened, his grip on you loosening. "My lady" he breathed, "I do not intend to harm you. I came here with the maid to treat your sores." You raised your eyebrows in question, "how would you know I'd have sores?" He chuckled deeply, "you were making enough noise, it could be heard throughout the city." A deep blush ran over your cheeks. He released his grip on you, "go sit on the bed." You nodded and went over sitting on its edge. You noticed he had changed his vestments since you last saw him. He no longer wore his crown, his long trained, over-jacket was now a simple, silvery, over-jacket, dark trousers, and buckskin boots.

He approached you with the vial from the bureau and a cloth. Kneeling, he took your injured ankle into his hands. "My lady, this will sting a fair bit, please restrain yourself from kicking me." You leaned back on your hands, voice teasing, "no promises sire." He wet the cloth with the vial's contents, bringing it to your ankle. You winced, sucking in wind harshly. It most certainly was more than 'stinging', your leg buckled, as you instinctively tried to pull it away from him. He kept a firm but gentle grip around your foot, "don't squirm", he chided you. You dug your nails into the sheets, feeling the flaming pain shoot through your leg, "easy for you to say, your not on the receiving end." He didn't reply but simply chuckled, that smirk returning to his face. After a few more moments, he rose to his feet, placing the vial and cloth back on the bureau, and returning to you with wrappings in hand. He sat on the bed next to you, looking you intently in the eyes he commanded, "give me your leg." You wordlessly slid your foot into his lap, your eyes locked on his. He gingerly began wrapping your ankle, and cinched it off. A heavy blush was still plaguing your cheeks. "thank you..." you said, you couldn't remove your eyes from his, they were simply hypnotic. You breathed in deeply, and began to slide your foot out of his lap when he grabbed your calf. A strong, but pleading look in his eyes. Your stomach flipped, "wh-what?" He pulled you by the calf closer to him, one arm snaking tightly around your waist his other propping himself up on the bed. Your dress bunched up at being drug so close to his body, one leg draped across his lap, the other behind his torso. Your hands grasped tightly at his over-jacket, your face becoming extremely heated. If he continued like this you were certain your head would explode. He smirked wickedly at you, "let's try this again shall we?"

He leaned in and hungrily placed his lips upon yours. You couldn't deny you didn't like it this time around, there would be absolutely no point in biting him, well maybe... You tightened your grasp on his jacket pulling him closer. He smiled, kissing you harder, he removed his arm from around your waist moving his hand to your thigh. His fingers were cold to the touch and a small gasp left your lips. He took this as an opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, claiming every nook and cranny. His hand gently stroked at your thigh, his thumb rubbing in small circles, and squeezing the muscles. You let out a soft moan, just loving the feeling of his hand. He broke the kiss, and gently pushed you onto your back. He kicked off his boots and climbed over top of you. The smirk on his face was intoxicating, he grabbed you by the leg once more, pulling you beneath him. Leaning down he breathed on your ear nipping softly at your earlobe. "Now that wasn't so hard? Was it my lady?" Your breath hitched as he began kissing roughly under the crook of your jaw, grazing his teeth along your skin as he searched. It didn't take him long to find that particular spot on your neck, you mewled out softly. His hands had begun to climb under your dress unhitching your garments, stroking at your thighs as he went. He nipped and sucked at your weak spot, and in turn you replied with soft, high, breathy moans. Suddenly he bit down hard on it. You groaned out loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over you, you grabbed at his shoulders trying to push him away, but he would not budge unless by his own design. Shortly after, he began to lick and kiss at it. He pulled away looking at you, sickeningly triumphant. You were already panting, your face flushed of color. "what was that for?" He smirked, pulling your undergarments from you, "you left your mark on me earlier, I feel it is only fair that I leave mine."

He returned to your lips, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth, you instantly granted him access. He began pressing himself closer to you and you reached your hands up, and started unfastening his jacket. His hands had moved to your torso, masterfully unlacing the bodice to your dress. He threw it to the wayside, and pulled what was left of your clothing over your head, tossing it to the floor. He shrugged out of his over-jacket, and pulled his tunic off. You drew in a sharp breath, eyeing him. His long platinum hair was practically glowing in the low light, its long soft strands falling across his chiseled torso. He smiled following your eyes, "my lady it is not polite to stare." You cocked an eyebrow, "you're doing the exact same." He gave a small snort, leaning back over top of you. He wasted no time his mouth going straight to one of your nipples, latching down hard on it. You gave out a low moan, the sharp pain felt good. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, massaging them, as he continued to bite and suck at your nipple, his other hand pinching the other just as roughly. You arched your back wanting more, moaning out, "m-moreeee". You shuddered as he changed positions, switching the other breast into his mouth, kneading the neglected one hard with his hand, pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple. He crawled in closer to you, kissing and licking between your cleavage. You could feel a largely pronounced bump rubbing against your crotch. You mewled softly, your head falling back, your hips inadvertently bucked into his. He nuzzled his lips against your collar bone, "hasty aren't we?" you moaned in reply. He began trailing his hand down your stomach stroking at your abdomen a short while before resting his hand fully atop your groin. You bit your lip looking at him in anticipation. He outstretched a finger and ran it between your folds. You were already so wet from the time he was taking, it was painstaking how slow he was going. Just rubbing at your entrance, lightly poking in but never enough. You squirmed your hips, but he kept doing it. You looked up at him your eyes already somewhat dazed, he smirked at you, "why my dear lady what seems to be troubling you?" Your breath was deeply shaken, "you", you heaved out. "Me my lady?" He took his thumb and placed it hard upon your clit. You cried out, ecstatic, electric flying up your spine. He kneaded it hard, still stroking and poking at you slowly with his other finger, "my lady what is it that I am doing?" You wrapped one hand in the sheets and huffed out, "s-sire you t-t-tease me." He kissed you softly pushing the finger into you slowly, your hips flying up to meet his hand, you moaned out into his mouth. He began to move it a tad faster, his thumb pushing more on your clit. "And how my dear lady do you propose to remedy this situation?" He inserted another finger into you, a soft groan leaving your lips. He was baiting you, you didn't want to play this game, but it felt so good that you were more than willing to embarrass yourself. You were panting, quietly thinking it over in your mind, when he suddenly curled his fingers inside you. Your mind had been made up for you.

A deep blush danced back across your cheeks, "ngh, I want to be fucked... p-please." His smirk grew terribly bright, as he removed his fingers from you. He quickly removed his pants and clamored back on the bed. You already had yourself ready, he grabbed your leg, hooking your knee over his elbow. He slid himself into you, to the hilt. You moaned out loudly, as he pulled back and slammed in hard. You could swear to god you were seeing stars, his thrusts becoming deeper with each connection to your hips. You were moaning loud and panting, a heat welling up in your lower abdomen, you knew it was coming. He roughly grabbed you by the hips and you wrapped your legs around his waist, his deep thrusts hit up against your cervix, you threw your head back. Your hands grasping tightly at the sheets. He was panting hard, "my lady come for me" you nodded in between moans. In another hard thrust hitting you just right, you went over, your hips bucked hard against his, your orgasm coming on in full. He groaned loudly as you tightened and pulsated around his cock. With a few extra thrusts he was bracing himself over you, you could feel him twitching within you. His face knotted in the throws of pleasure, as he collapsed on top of you. He kissed you feverishly, you kissing back with as much strength. He looked at you, a genuine smile gracing his face, "my dear lady I do not believe I ever got your name". You giggled stroking his back, "my name is (y/n)." He smiled, saying it with a twinge of elvish, "that is such a beautiful name". He pulled out of you, and pulled you up against his chest. He began leaving trails of kisses along your back, "My dear lady (y/n), I thought you said your realm could not be trespassed upon." You laughed, "well I suppose I better invest in proper postage next time." He chuckled and knelt his head into your back as the two of you began to doze off.


Oh sweet mamas... *fans self* this is the first piece of smut I have ever written. _ Is it obvious that I haven't had a good lay in a while? XD