Author – Leon (leonshadow )

Title – By my beard

Part – 2/?

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.

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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.

Chapter 2

Thorin stared up at those bright blue eyes as he felt the tall frame rest upon his chest again. The golden-haired elf's face showed no sign of emotion anymore. "It's a pleasure to see you again.." Thranduil's voice sounded as beautiful as always, filled with a deep and smooth tone. Thorin felt a shiver run down his spine and looked nerved away. The dwarf felt the soft structure from Thranduil's tunic against his skin after the elf had loosened his belt and pulled up his tunic.

The elf moved away for a second but returned with rough sounds of clothes being torn by a knife. Thorin felt his tunic being removed completely, followed by his trousers and undergarment. Everything went incredibly rough and quick which almost made him think Thranduil had lost his mind. He felt the icy touches of a knife along his skin and looked down in panic but the elvenking instantly pushed his head back with one of his big hands.

"You could've at least sent me a message about your relation with the halfling.. Thorin.. The last time I laid my eyes upon you, you told me this "wedding" wasn't serious at all.." The elvenking said calmly but his eyes showed some kind of madness as he stared at the way his knife made dark red wheals on his captive's skin. He never allowed the knife to pierce the dwarf's skin; he managed to keep it on the edge, just as his sanity.

"I have waited for your return, though you never came. I can wait forever, though you cannot. As a mortal you should know that!" Thranduil's voice rose out of nowhere and the knife pierced the skin of Thorin's thigh, causing the dwarf to shock and scream of shock. He expected the king to kill him right there but the elf was all quiet again.

Thorin could feel the elf's breath, which had quickened for a brief moment, against his belly. The elf let go of Thorin's head and now Thorin saw Thranduil stared at his blood as if he were hypnotised by it. Thranduil's face showed no emotion, though his eyes did, and the trembling of the elf's body showed this as well.

Thranduil's eyes were widened and filled with his soul, which usually was hidden but now clearly visible to the dwarf. So many things he had gone through.

Fear.

Thorin was in the hands of.. A mad man? No, Thorin would not call this man a lunatic. Thranduil, as weird as he was, was one of the wisest souls he knew. He gasped as he suddenly felt another small cut being made in his other thigh. Muffled sounds escaped the dwarf's lips, for the dwarf wished to calm him down but he couldn't. The soul had disappeared from his eyes again, hidden safely.

Thranduil was aware of the brief moment he had been "gone". He did not like one bit of it. He wanted to make Thorin bleed as the dwarf had made him bleed from the inside.

"You will stay with me now, no matter what that halfling of yours will do." Thranduil spoke with correctly suppressed anger.

Thranduil crawled backwards and made only a few tiny cuts in the bottom of the dwarvenking's feet. It hurt tremendously much but Thorin managed to deal with it quickly, for he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth and simply started thinking of Erebor, his realm. Thranduil cut the ropes of his captive's feet and kissed his way up the dwarf's legs.

Thorin saw how Thranduil threw the knife into one of the walls and felt the pressure of the elf's body on him return. He felt kisses on his chest and a hand stroking through the hair which covered his belly.

The elf knew the dwarf's feelings, whether physically or mentally, precisely. The pain Thorin first had received was to be replaced by the tenderness of the king's touches. Soft and low gasps escaped the dwarf's lips as he felt his length being stroked in a maddeningly slow way.

Thranduil had all the time he wished to have, and he would make use of that as well; or wouldn't he?

The elvenking sucked onto one of the dwarf's nipples while playing with the other one and finally he removed his own tunic, under tunic but not his leggings. He wrapped both of his arms around Thorin's back and moved his bare chest along the dwarf's.

Thorin felt their crotches meet, causing his length to grow rapidly as he felt Thranduil's nipples harden against his chest. Their difference in sizes was maddening, for they couldn't meet both their chests and crotches at the same time. The elvenking started gasping but kept his eyes wide open. Thorin felt guilty for betraying Bilbo; he hated his body for enjoying this so he denied the situation he was in and held his eyes shut.

Thranduil smiled as he felt the dwarf's bulge against his leggings, pulled the gag down to Thorin's neck and kissed the dwarf deeply. Thorin did not wrestle, his lips were parted already, but he did not kiss him back. The elvenking invaded Thorin's mouth with his tongue while letting his soft lips tenderly take care of the dwarf's.

Thranduil broke the kiss and kept staring down at the dwarf. Thorin had opened his eyes and looked up at him. "Thranduil I am-.." "Yours." Thranduil finished. Thorin sighed and turned his head away from him. "I'm sorry, Thranduil, but I ain't yours. I fell in love with Bilbo."

"That's a pity then, because you won't see Bilbo anymore. I will make you remember all the love you showed me." The elvenking spoke and removed his leggings, sighing in a relieved way as his own throbbing length was freed from its cage.

Thorin instantly looked back at the king and widened his eyes as he saw the elf's length only a few inches away of his hole. He glared at the elvenking's face again, frowning, for it revealed none of the elf's ideas.

Thranduil started jerking him off again but stopped in only a few strokes. "I won't do you in here, it'd be boring.." Thranduil spoke as if he were talking to himself. He released the dwarf from the bed but made sure his wrists were tied together. Thranduil rose from his bed and pulled the dwarf up as well, grinning when he heard the dwarf moan in pain.

"I can't walk like this you fool!" Thorin exclaimed and sat down onto the bed again, the cuts in his feet were too painful for him to walk on. He frowned and wiped some blood from his thighs. "Then you'll crawl." Thranduil jerked him onto the floor, forcing him on his knees only, for Thorin wouldn't be able to use his hands like this anyway. He held the rope around the dwarf's wrists and slowly walked out of his room.

The dwarvenking followed him while moaning in pain, he felt his own skin rubbing along the open cuts of his thighs which made him try to crawl with his legs spread. This however failed, for he could not crawl fast enough like that. He felt some eyes staring at him but did not dare to have a look back at him.

His length somehow had remained hard for all this time, and stood up as proud as Thranduil did himself. Thranduil walked in pride through the corridors as if he had conquered the world. He allowed Thorin to take his time, for it'd be a torture already, whether quick or not, to crawl this distance.

Thorin saw a few guards and looked away as he entered the hall where he was brought when he arrived in Mirkwood. Thranduil guided him to the middle of it and let the dwarf go. He walked up the stairs to his throne and settled down. The elf didn't appear to be naked at all, for his perfect body was covered with a coat of pure amusement.