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Aragorn could only smile at the sight of his happy husband. They walked hand in hand as they made their way through the streets of Gondor. It had been decided that they would take advantage of the continuing warm weather and take a walk through the city so that they could meet with some of the people and see just how they responded to Legolas. So far the decision had been a good one.
The people seemed more than happy and much taken with their new Royal Couple. Legolas was presented with many gifts from the crowds. He had received many flowers from blushing young women. From some of the wealthier people he had been given clips for his hair and even some jewelled clips for his cloak.
But for Legolas one gift stood out far and above the rest. Aragorn had been talking animatedly to a Farmer about crop conditions when Legolas found his attention caught by the Royal Guards. They held two struggling young children who had obviously been trying to get to them. The children only struggled harder. Stepping towards them he asked. "Please, let them go. They are doing no harm." Looking dubious the guards set the children back on the ground. The children, a boy and girl who looked to be about five and eight, the boy clutched a piece of parchment in his hand.
As soon as he drew near the boy pushed the hand holding the parchment at Legolas, the words coming out in all a rush. "This is for you." Surprised, Legolas took the tattered parchment and opened it. It was a drawing, obviously done by the boy. The drawing depicted Aragorn and himself on their wedding day.
Aragorn, realising Legolas wasn't by his side, excused himself from the man beside him and made his way to his husband's side where he knelt next to two tiny children. Looking up Legolas smiled. "You have to see this, Aragorn, this is wonderful. " The boy blushed and seemed to grow in stature as Aragorn agreed. His attention was then drawn away as another voice called for his attention.
Turning back to the children, Legolas smiled. "Hello, my name is Legolas." The children nodded seriously, he hadn't really needed to introduce himself, he was well known in Gondor, but wanted to be polite.
The little boy, who Legolas was sad to see, was dressed in very old worn clothes suddenly found his voice again. "Good day, My Prince." A shy smile, "Are you really an Elf" The girl looked horror struck as she heard the words spill from her brother's mouth as she tried desperately to stop them, before conceding defeat and turning back to the Elf.
"I'm sorry, My Lord, he is young, Please forgive…."
Smiling Legolas gently shook his head. "No, there is no need to apologise. Yes, Indeed I am an Elf, young one. I come from Mirkwood." Reaching up, he pulled back his hair to reveal his delicate pointed ears. The boy reached out and with a look of awe, gently stroked one exposed ear. Legolas couldn't stop the gasp escaping at the sensations this caused and the boy pulled his hand away, looking as if he would burst in to tears, thinking he had hurt this magical person.
Legolas hurried to reassure them both. "I am not hurt. It is just that Elves ears are very, very sensitive. Here, try again." He steeled himself this time as the tiny finger's made contact again, followed by a bright smile. "I do apologise though, I do not know your names."
The little boy grinned once more and said. "I am Halrier and she is my Sister Celriar." They continued to talk for a while, with Legolas managing to make them laugh a number of times, before he excused himself and returned to Aragorn's rather amused side. Neither of them noticed the eyes that had been watching with great interest from deep within the crowds, before slipping quickly away.
They made their way slowly back towards the citadel, continuing to greet the crowds. Once back under cover, Aragorn reluctantly took his leave of Legolas, they had both enjoyed the last few hours and felt happier than he could ever remember. It was unfortunate that he had to meet with several of the more important Lord's before they left to return to their own lands tomorrow.
Legolas watched Aragorn head towards his study with a contented smile. Turning he made his way back towards the Royal apartments, stopping now and then along the way to take in the views from the high windows. Every thing seemed so bright and full of promise. Suddenly a noise distracted him from his thoughts; they came from a room close on his left side. The noise had sounded odd. Moving to investigate, he found the room empty as he entered. But the noise had come from in here.
Shrugging he turned to leave only to find himself face to face with Sowlin. He inadvertently took a step backwards, ready to side step and run only to find himself against Frandra who held him tightly.
Opening his mouth to call for help, it was quickly covered by Sowlin's grubby hand. Legolas felt his stomach lurch as Sowlin, brought his other hand to caress his face. "Hello, Little One. Did you really think we could leave it there? Oh, no you will be ours. That we promise." At a nod from Frandra he removed his hand to take something from his pocket. Legolas opened his mouth once more only to be assaulted by feeling once more as Frandra began licking his right ear. Shivering he tried to say no, but Sowlin forced his head back before lifting a small bottle to unwilling lips. Quickly pouring the content's into the tempting mouth, Sowlin then recovered the mouth with his hand and pinched the Elf's with his other.
Legolas had no choice; he either swallowed the potion or suffocated. Lack of oxygen won out and he was left gasping for air in Frandra's arms as Sowlin ushered them further into the room, before turning and locking the door, pocketing the key. Legolas could only shiver as Frandra kept up the assault on his ear, gasping for breath. He could feel the potion beginning to take control of him. It made him feel sluggish as if he was wading through a river of honey, his body didn't feel as if it belonged to him any more.
The only part of him that felt remotely normal was his head that seemed as clear and sharp as ever. He could see and hear, but every thing else seemed dimmed and slow. Finally finding his voice, he could only croak weakly, "Utinu en Loki rim!" He couldn't fight, couldn't move a muscle as the two Lord's moved in closer and began to kiss him.
Sowlin's attention was on his mouth, invading it once more; whilst Frandra was sucking and licking his throat. Roughly undoing his tunic they began to bite and nip as they moved down to his chest. Sowlin's hand once more covering his mouth even thought they knew he would be unable to speak or resist.
Tears poured down Legolas' cheeks as he was unable to stop the degradation from happening. The only good thing, if it could be so, was that they didn't seem to be any sort of hurry to finish this, only to keep on humiliating him. All he could do was hope that Aragorn came soon. He had to….
Feel my wings have broken in your hands
I feel the words unspoken inside
And they pull you under
And I would give you anything you want
Know you were all I wanted
And all my dreams are falling down
Crawling around
Somebody save me
Let your warm hands break right thru
And let someone save me
I don't care how you do it
Just stay, stay
Oh, come on
I've been waiting for you
I see the world has folded in your heart
I feel the waves crashing down inside
And they pull me under
I would give you anything you want
Know you were all I wanted
And all my dreams have fallen down
Crawling
Somebody save me
Let your warm hands break right thru
Somebody save me
I don't care how you do it
Just stay, stay
Come on
I've been waiting for you
And all my dreams are on the ground
Crawling around
Somebody save me
Let your warm hands break right thru
Somebody save me
I don't care how you do it
Just save me
I made this world shine for you
Just stay, stay
Come on
I'm still waiting for you
Back in his study, Aragorn had to stifle a yawn as the man droned on. He loathed this part of being King. He had to talk to people he didn't know and had absolutely no interest in for hours at a time. He had promised Legolas over an hour ago that he would be mere minutes, he would be wondering where he was. At the thought of Legolas a cold wave of fear and dread flooded him. Fear and dread that was not his. With out thinking he stood abruptly, cutting the man off mid word as he took in those around him, searching for Faramir. Finding him he called him over.
"We have a problem. Search the entire palace. We are looking for Prince Legolas." As the other's moved to carry out the urgent orders he turned to Faramir again. "Something is wrong. Something is very wrong." Hand on his sword he left the room to begin his own search, he could hear the cries around him as the castle and its people responded to his Men. If only he knew where to begin to look for his husband…..
Utinu en Loki rim = sons of snakes
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