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, for the speedy work. He's the best.
PART 11
Legolas cracked open his eyes with reluctance. His body still felt devoid of energy and his eyelids heavy. Not only that, even his brain was slow and muddled too. He did not know why he even bothered to wake up at all. May be he should just curl up again and close his eyes. Sleep was so tempting.
However, before he could do that, a fuzzy image of a dark figure moved into his field of vision. He felt his heart skipp a beat, fear gripping him. It was a quick reaction, one that had woken him completely.
"Legolas?" A voice penetrated his racing mind. It was softer, younger and sounded worried. No, it was not Morrant's.
"Firith?" the dazed elf responded weakly.
"Yes, Legolas. It's me. How are you feeling now?" his brother asked, feeling a bit relieved.
"Just a little tired. I don't feel pain anymore," the young elf answered after a brief pondering. His sight was back to normal and he could see Firith's face. How he missed him and had been so worried that he would never see him again.
"Good. Lord Elrond had given you some herbs to help rid you of the pain."
"What happened?" Legolas could not remember a thing. "How did I get here?"
"You don't remember anything?" Firith frowned. May be Legolas had suffered more than they thought.
"You had been traveling back to Mirkwood with Morrant. He was going to claim the throne," the elder brother explained.
Legolas tried to recall his memories of what had happened. The images came to him slowly and in jumbles. He remembered seeing lots of blood and holding something sharp and shiny. More recollection of the trip where he had been in terrible pain and his leggings soaking in blood. Then faces appeared and disappeared.
"Where is ..." Legolas could not bring himself to mention the hated name. He felt a hard, painful knot formed in his throat.
"Dead," the Crown Prince answered in a hard tone. "Thanks to Firnnole who created a diversion, allowing you to kill Morrant with the dagger he was holding against your throat."
Firith watched Legolas' reaction. At first, he saw a flash of pain cross his eyes. He knew how much suffering his brother had gone through. It was nothing compared to him and Saiwen. He was beginning to doubt that the young elf would ever recover. However, that pain was quickly replaced with grim satisfaction. Firith knew he would be when revenge was by his own hands.
"And Levana?"
"In the dungeon, awaiting execution," Firith answered, knowing that such treachery in Mirkwood was punishable by death.
Legolas nodded with relief. He felt all his muscles that had tightened uncurl. It was so good to be able to let his guard down again and not have to watch over his shoulder all the time.
Again, the images of Morrant invaded his thoughts. It seemed that he would never get rid of that face from his mind. It sent shudders through his spine. However, he quickly reminded himself that his husband was dead, killed, finally by his own hands. He remembered how he had grabbed the dagger from the half-elf's hand and plunged it deep into his dark heart. He had felt no remorse and neither did he flinch by that action. Instead, he felt serenity coursing through his mind and body - a strong presence of peacefulness that he had not felt in ages.
"Ada is safe right now. Lord Elrond is with him in his bedchamber, helping him to get rid of the poison from his mind. Lord Glorfindel is about somewhere, sorting out the traitors among us." The Crown Prince interjected, his voice had jerked Legolas out of his chain of thoughts.
"Where's Firnnole?" inquired the young elf suddenly, as he remembered his friend.
Firith smiled at the mention of that name. It was as if he knew something that others did not. Then he looked up and someone walked over to the opposite side of the bed from him.
"I'm here, Legolas," answered the new comer.
"Firnnole has been beside you for the past two days, waiting anxiously for you to wake up," Firith said and smiled even wider. The mentioned elf looked down, blushing slightly. "I'll leave you two alone. I have to help Glorfindel," he added, sensing that the two elves needed to be alone. He got up to leave.
Both elves watched the Prince left before they turned to regard at each other in silence.
"I've missed you, Firnnole. I've often thought about you," Legolas started first.
"I know. King Aragorn told me," said Firnnole and he grabbed Legolas suddenly, holding him tightly in his embrace. The action caught the Prince by surprise but he was glad. It felt right to be in his friend's arms. "I missed you terribly and I was so terrified that I would never see you again." Firnnole started to cry.
Legolas pushed his friend slightly apart from him so that he could see his face. He brought up a thumb to wipe away the tears. It broke his heart to see the distressed face so anxious and filled with unknown fear. However, it also made him smile, to realise how much the younger elf cared for him.
"Shhh.I'm here now," whispered Legolas and he pulled Firnnole closer. Ever so gently, he touched his lips on the wet, quivering lips of his friend and Firnnole did not move away, he pressed harder, sucking and chewing them gently. When he pulled away, he found Firnnole's eyes closed and a look of serenity etched on his face, along with a light blush on his cheeks.
Firnnole did not open his eyes until he realised the warmth was missing from his face.
"I love you," Legolas whispered lovingly. It had been in his heart for so long and finally it felt good to let it out. Firnnole's eyes widened, surprised shock clearly showed on his face but it was quickly replaced with joy.
"I had no idea you felt the same way too," he replied. "I loved you for so long but dared not reveal my feelings. I am thankful to you and your family for taking me in and caring for me like a member of the family but I am only a son of a simple soldier. I."
Legolas stopped him by placing another kiss on his lips. He knew where Firnnole was going. "You will always be a prince in my heart. Don't forget it," he said and witnessed a genuine shy smile form in his friend's lips.
ONE YEAR LATER
Firith was standing in front of the door to Legolas' bedchamber. He was about to knock on the door but he heard strange noises coming from inside. It made him grin sheepishly.
He almost wanted to walk away and come back later - almost. Instead, he knocked quickly and opened the door suddenly, bursting in.
Two naked figures, sheened with sweat, stopped what they were doing and their heads shot up in alarm.
"Firith!" Legolas yelled angrily when he recognised the intruder. Firnnole's face had turned bright red. He quickly pulled a blanket and covered them while hiding his head underneath.
The Crown Prince laughed. "I'm so jealous, Legolas. Why should you get all the fun?"
"Because I am still recovering from my 'wounds'," answered Legolas curtly, annoyed at his brother's rude interruptions.
"You already recovered months ago. Nope. Wrong answer."
"Because you have the twins?" That remark caused the Crown Prince to smile fondly. The twins had decided to stay back a while longer, with an excuse to help Firith set the Kingdom of Mirkwood in order while Thranduil was still recovering. Memories of their wild times spent together were something he will never forget for even his immortal lifetime.
"I don't know, Firith," Legolas was getting frustrated. The heat pooling between his thighs were getting achingly desperate.
"I'm the Crown Prince and at the moment, acting on behalf of the King. I am also your brother. Therefore, we share between siblings and if you refuse, I will use my higher station to order you to do so," answered the elf smugly. "Firnnole included."
"What?" Firnnole cried out as he pulled the covers away from his head, messing his hair. "You're joking right?" He looked at his lover's face.
Legolas let out a defeated sigh. "He's right, Firnnole. We share everything."
"Legolas! How could you?" cried the elf indignantly, still underneath the youngest Prince. Then he heard Firith bellow in laughter. The Crown Prince was practically clutching his belly with his arms and doubling over.
"Get out!" Firnnole yelled and he took a pillow to throw at the mischievous elf.
Firith easily stepped aside to avoid the pillow. "Legolas, I suggest you don't over exert yourself with that fiery feline. We still need your warrior backside at the office. We have lots of work to do," he cried out as he dashed out of the room before Firnnole could attack him again. More laughter echoed through the corridors.
"My, my. Looks like the son of a simple soldier is fiercer than the Balrog. Do you not fear the future heir of Mirkwood?" teased Legolas.
"Well, I have the good grace with many Lords, including a particular Prince," Firnnole answered with a sly smile.
"Hhhmm..good graces of many Lords, huh? Well, now I will have to stake a claim so that you will be exclusively for me. You will be all mine and no one will have you," growled Legolas and planted a passionate kiss on the elf below him.
"I thought you were going to share me with your brother?" Firnnole taunted when he was able to get away from the lip lock.
"He has the twins to occupy him. He won't have the energy for you after them," chortled Legolas and he kissed his lover again. Firnnole only answered with a moan as he felt himself drowned in Legolas' loving caress and amorous needs.
That moan was soon replaced with a cry of delightful pleasure when Legolas slipped back into the eager heat of his lover. Firnnole writhed lasciviously while rubbing his legs on Legolas like a needy cat. When the Prince was coherent enough to caress his partner, Firnnole grabbed his lover's buttocks in a tight and painful grip, urging him to ride faster.
It was the undoing for both, for as soon as Firnnole screamed his climax, Legolas easily followed. When both hearts had calmed down and breathing had returned to normal, they looked into each other's eyes, love and a union as one was felt coursing through every veins in their body.
THE END
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NOTE: Sorry, I wasn't in the mood to grace King Thranduil with more scenes. I'm still pissed with the way he had treated his son so, I'm retiring him early. (
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NiennaVala - Morrant was killed by Legolas. Hehehhe.yea, I know part 10 was a bit confusing. But after this, you will know what happens.
Lomelinde - I hope now explains everything?
FunkyCharms21 - Good to know you like dark stuff. Hehehe..the darker the better. Hhmm.for Morrant and Legolas, well, they were went through a proper wedding and then the actual union was the completion. I think it's in chapter 4. Read that again. : )
Tenshiamanda - Well, Thrandy is recovering. : )
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, for the speedy work. He's the best.
PART 11
Legolas cracked open his eyes with reluctance. His body still felt devoid of energy and his eyelids heavy. Not only that, even his brain was slow and muddled too. He did not know why he even bothered to wake up at all. May be he should just curl up again and close his eyes. Sleep was so tempting.
However, before he could do that, a fuzzy image of a dark figure moved into his field of vision. He felt his heart skipp a beat, fear gripping him. It was a quick reaction, one that had woken him completely.
"Legolas?" A voice penetrated his racing mind. It was softer, younger and sounded worried. No, it was not Morrant's.
"Firith?" the dazed elf responded weakly.
"Yes, Legolas. It's me. How are you feeling now?" his brother asked, feeling a bit relieved.
"Just a little tired. I don't feel pain anymore," the young elf answered after a brief pondering. His sight was back to normal and he could see Firith's face. How he missed him and had been so worried that he would never see him again.
"Good. Lord Elrond had given you some herbs to help rid you of the pain."
"What happened?" Legolas could not remember a thing. "How did I get here?"
"You don't remember anything?" Firith frowned. May be Legolas had suffered more than they thought.
"You had been traveling back to Mirkwood with Morrant. He was going to claim the throne," the elder brother explained.
Legolas tried to recall his memories of what had happened. The images came to him slowly and in jumbles. He remembered seeing lots of blood and holding something sharp and shiny. More recollection of the trip where he had been in terrible pain and his leggings soaking in blood. Then faces appeared and disappeared.
"Where is ..." Legolas could not bring himself to mention the hated name. He felt a hard, painful knot formed in his throat.
"Dead," the Crown Prince answered in a hard tone. "Thanks to Firnnole who created a diversion, allowing you to kill Morrant with the dagger he was holding against your throat."
Firith watched Legolas' reaction. At first, he saw a flash of pain cross his eyes. He knew how much suffering his brother had gone through. It was nothing compared to him and Saiwen. He was beginning to doubt that the young elf would ever recover. However, that pain was quickly replaced with grim satisfaction. Firith knew he would be when revenge was by his own hands.
"And Levana?"
"In the dungeon, awaiting execution," Firith answered, knowing that such treachery in Mirkwood was punishable by death.
Legolas nodded with relief. He felt all his muscles that had tightened uncurl. It was so good to be able to let his guard down again and not have to watch over his shoulder all the time.
Again, the images of Morrant invaded his thoughts. It seemed that he would never get rid of that face from his mind. It sent shudders through his spine. However, he quickly reminded himself that his husband was dead, killed, finally by his own hands. He remembered how he had grabbed the dagger from the half-elf's hand and plunged it deep into his dark heart. He had felt no remorse and neither did he flinch by that action. Instead, he felt serenity coursing through his mind and body - a strong presence of peacefulness that he had not felt in ages.
"Ada is safe right now. Lord Elrond is with him in his bedchamber, helping him to get rid of the poison from his mind. Lord Glorfindel is about somewhere, sorting out the traitors among us." The Crown Prince interjected, his voice had jerked Legolas out of his chain of thoughts.
"Where's Firnnole?" inquired the young elf suddenly, as he remembered his friend.
Firith smiled at the mention of that name. It was as if he knew something that others did not. Then he looked up and someone walked over to the opposite side of the bed from him.
"I'm here, Legolas," answered the new comer.
"Firnnole has been beside you for the past two days, waiting anxiously for you to wake up," Firith said and smiled even wider. The mentioned elf looked down, blushing slightly. "I'll leave you two alone. I have to help Glorfindel," he added, sensing that the two elves needed to be alone. He got up to leave.
Both elves watched the Prince left before they turned to regard at each other in silence.
"I've missed you, Firnnole. I've often thought about you," Legolas started first.
"I know. King Aragorn told me," said Firnnole and he grabbed Legolas suddenly, holding him tightly in his embrace. The action caught the Prince by surprise but he was glad. It felt right to be in his friend's arms. "I missed you terribly and I was so terrified that I would never see you again." Firnnole started to cry.
Legolas pushed his friend slightly apart from him so that he could see his face. He brought up a thumb to wipe away the tears. It broke his heart to see the distressed face so anxious and filled with unknown fear. However, it also made him smile, to realise how much the younger elf cared for him.
"Shhh.I'm here now," whispered Legolas and he pulled Firnnole closer. Ever so gently, he touched his lips on the wet, quivering lips of his friend and Firnnole did not move away, he pressed harder, sucking and chewing them gently. When he pulled away, he found Firnnole's eyes closed and a look of serenity etched on his face, along with a light blush on his cheeks.
Firnnole did not open his eyes until he realised the warmth was missing from his face.
"I love you," Legolas whispered lovingly. It had been in his heart for so long and finally it felt good to let it out. Firnnole's eyes widened, surprised shock clearly showed on his face but it was quickly replaced with joy.
"I had no idea you felt the same way too," he replied. "I loved you for so long but dared not reveal my feelings. I am thankful to you and your family for taking me in and caring for me like a member of the family but I am only a son of a simple soldier. I."
Legolas stopped him by placing another kiss on his lips. He knew where Firnnole was going. "You will always be a prince in my heart. Don't forget it," he said and witnessed a genuine shy smile form in his friend's lips.
ONE YEAR LATER
Firith was standing in front of the door to Legolas' bedchamber. He was about to knock on the door but he heard strange noises coming from inside. It made him grin sheepishly.
He almost wanted to walk away and come back later - almost. Instead, he knocked quickly and opened the door suddenly, bursting in.
Two naked figures, sheened with sweat, stopped what they were doing and their heads shot up in alarm.
"Firith!" Legolas yelled angrily when he recognised the intruder. Firnnole's face had turned bright red. He quickly pulled a blanket and covered them while hiding his head underneath.
The Crown Prince laughed. "I'm so jealous, Legolas. Why should you get all the fun?"
"Because I am still recovering from my 'wounds'," answered Legolas curtly, annoyed at his brother's rude interruptions.
"You already recovered months ago. Nope. Wrong answer."
"Because you have the twins?" That remark caused the Crown Prince to smile fondly. The twins had decided to stay back a while longer, with an excuse to help Firith set the Kingdom of Mirkwood in order while Thranduil was still recovering. Memories of their wild times spent together were something he will never forget for even his immortal lifetime.
"I don't know, Firith," Legolas was getting frustrated. The heat pooling between his thighs were getting achingly desperate.
"I'm the Crown Prince and at the moment, acting on behalf of the King. I am also your brother. Therefore, we share between siblings and if you refuse, I will use my higher station to order you to do so," answered the elf smugly. "Firnnole included."
"What?" Firnnole cried out as he pulled the covers away from his head, messing his hair. "You're joking right?" He looked at his lover's face.
Legolas let out a defeated sigh. "He's right, Firnnole. We share everything."
"Legolas! How could you?" cried the elf indignantly, still underneath the youngest Prince. Then he heard Firith bellow in laughter. The Crown Prince was practically clutching his belly with his arms and doubling over.
"Get out!" Firnnole yelled and he took a pillow to throw at the mischievous elf.
Firith easily stepped aside to avoid the pillow. "Legolas, I suggest you don't over exert yourself with that fiery feline. We still need your warrior backside at the office. We have lots of work to do," he cried out as he dashed out of the room before Firnnole could attack him again. More laughter echoed through the corridors.
"My, my. Looks like the son of a simple soldier is fiercer than the Balrog. Do you not fear the future heir of Mirkwood?" teased Legolas.
"Well, I have the good grace with many Lords, including a particular Prince," Firnnole answered with a sly smile.
"Hhhmm..good graces of many Lords, huh? Well, now I will have to stake a claim so that you will be exclusively for me. You will be all mine and no one will have you," growled Legolas and planted a passionate kiss on the elf below him.
"I thought you were going to share me with your brother?" Firnnole taunted when he was able to get away from the lip lock.
"He has the twins to occupy him. He won't have the energy for you after them," chortled Legolas and he kissed his lover again. Firnnole only answered with a moan as he felt himself drowned in Legolas' loving caress and amorous needs.
That moan was soon replaced with a cry of delightful pleasure when Legolas slipped back into the eager heat of his lover. Firnnole writhed lasciviously while rubbing his legs on Legolas like a needy cat. When the Prince was coherent enough to caress his partner, Firnnole grabbed his lover's buttocks in a tight and painful grip, urging him to ride faster.
It was the undoing for both, for as soon as Firnnole screamed his climax, Legolas easily followed. When both hearts had calmed down and breathing had returned to normal, they looked into each other's eyes, love and a union as one was felt coursing through every veins in their body.
THE END
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NOTE: Sorry, I wasn't in the mood to grace King Thranduil with more scenes. I'm still pissed with the way he had treated his son so, I'm retiring him early. (
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NiennaVala - Morrant was killed by Legolas. Hehehhe.yea, I know part 10 was a bit confusing. But after this, you will know what happens.
Lomelinde - I hope now explains everything?
FunkyCharms21 - Good to know you like dark stuff. Hehehe..the darker the better. Hhmm.for Morrant and Legolas, well, they were went through a proper wedding and then the actual union was the completion. I think it's in chapter 4. Read that again. : )
Tenshiamanda - Well, Thrandy is recovering. : )