While Legolas traveled to Erebor the Durin prince was kept in a deep sleep. Fears of failing and Thorin falling into silence again persisted in the Elvenking's mind. He could not see fit in trying to portray his devoted heart when it would merely fail from his lack of information.
Thranduil kept his slumbering pet with him at all times. It was warming to see the Durin calm in his lap again despite the use of his magic. He smiled knowing a time would come when he could play with his pet freely again.
At the sight of his returning son the Elvenking strode down his steps with a proud grin. There was a large line up of wagons trailing down the pathway with one being wheeled in front of him. The assisting elves stood out of the way while Legolas noticed the odd look in Thranduil's eye.
"I did not order you to bring there. Why have you brought them?"
The Elvenking slid his delicate fingers over the bindings of a few books but there were other objects mixed in with them. Articles of clothes, fabric, tools and other dwarvish belongings had been brought.
Legolas knew his father would scorn his actions but he had a particular book ready to show his king.
"When you stopped me to add jewels to the retrieval party I felt the urge to research before needlessly travelling back and forth to that repulsive mountain. I've brought you not only your books and gemstones, but also fabrics and tools for your precious pet."
"What purpose would I need those for?"
Legolas hid his smile and picked out a book from the wagon, opening a page for his father.
"Some of their text was written in the common tongue, probably as a result of trades with Dale. This one states that it is a dwarvish custom for their hideous mates to sew ugly garments for each other. However it continues on to other things I don't have time for, which is why I brought all this instead."
Thranduil gave his obnoxious son a scorning look, taking the book anyway. He turned, hiding a smile as he glanced to his sleeping dwarf still in his throne.
~Soon my pet…
Legolas stared intently at his father's backside, unsure if his actions were successful.
The Elvenking was pleased but knew he had to punish his son to keep the other elves in line. He buried his smile behind a callous expression and turned back to his defiant son.
"Legolas as punishment for your disobedience I will send you back to Erebor to monitor the dwarfs."
Legolas's eyes widened. It was not the reaction he was expecting and leaving would make it impossible to monitor his father's careless ruling.
"You cannot send me away father! Who command my troops in our battle against the orcs?!"
"Send for your captain to cover for your absence."
"She is too young to take command, I must stay here!"
"Do not think you can disobey your king because you are my son. Now go."
Thranduil turned his back to his fuming son. Legolas clenched his fists tightly knowing the dire state of their kingdom. He knew his father's threat was not to be taken lightly unless he wished to be dragged to the dungeons.
"My king. I beg that you grant two weeks to prepare my captain to take over."
The Elvenking stood beside his throne with an uncaring tone.
"You have one week."
Where am I…?
Thorin groaned from his groggy state, almost falling off the bed when he moved. He rolled his head against the pillow feeling a little nauseated. A dip in the bed indicated his master was nearby.
"You did that…thing again…"
"Go back to sleep."
"Die elf…"
Thranduil sat beside his mumbling pet with a pattern of fabric stretched across most of their bed. On a night table beside him was an old booked, propped up and opened to a page detailing the design in question. He glanced back every so often to ensure his stitching was correct.
Thorin grumbled, trying to gather himself. His confusion and dizziness caused him to crawl on his elbows towards his master, glaring at the blurry figure in front of him.
"I hate you…"
The Elvenking hummed and flicked the dwarf's forehead. Thorin fell back down and whined annoyingly. He laid there groaning into the sheets while he attempted to sit up again. He collapsed easily with each try until he eventually fell off the bed.
Thorin growled at the light chuckle from his master who thankfully did not come to his aid. He gave up trying to control his body and waited for the elf's magic to wear off.
When his mind was fully conscious he noticed a stone he had collected falling off the bed. He stopped himself from gasping and noticed a handful of his treasures laying on the floor. Somewhere lodged into his skin from the fall and Thorin quietly removed them.
Did I not hide these?
Looking up, he carefully peeked over the edge of the bed to see if his master noticed the sounds of the pebble that had fallen. His master was busy sewing some fabric together and didn't seemed concerned with the dwarf.
Thorin slowly picked up each stone and fell out of the bed crept out of sight to store them in his hiding spot.
I won't let him take you away from me.
He never noticed the pleased smile breaking through master's cold expression when he returned. The prince sat on the bed trying not to draw attention to his secret and stared at the door in front of him.
As time passed his boredom grew and his master had yet to interact with him. He sighed to himself, unsure what to do and glanced around aimlessly.
I've been pathetically moping for so long I've forgotten how slow time passes by.
It seems strange…
Without his constant lechery I hardly remember what I did in my spare time.
It hasn't been that long has it?
Damn that elf…
How long was I asleep? I do not know what day it is anymore.
The prince glanced at his nails that had been growing from the lack of manual work that keep them down to short stubs.
2… 3 weeks… Or has it been a month already?
All this time and I still haven't found a way to escape.
Can I really trust Legolas? What if he's following his father's orders to screw with my mind?
Dammit, I don't know.
What would I gain from…
Loving…?
The word alone made the prince growl to himself. He clenched the blankets and dived into the bed, curling into a ball.
I hate him!
How can I pretend to love him!
Dammit! Why is this so difficult!
It's a simple act of lying to one's enemy!
But I don't even know what it feels like…
Thorin hugged himself tighter as sadness mixed in with his rage.
I care for my family…
They loved me…
That was âzyung wasn't it?… (love)
I wish I still existed in their hearts…
It was hard not to notice the distressing dwarf rolling beside the Elvenking. Curiously, Thranduil picked a ruby from his night stand and dropped it front of the dwarf who was turned away from him. The prince's eyes widened from the jewel's refracted light dazzling in his sight. He stared in disbelief it was real and after a few moments he found the courage to test that it wasn't a dream.
Thorin rolled the small jewel with his thumb, analyzing every pristine cut of a skilled craftsmen.
This was made in Erebor…
Why is it here?
Thorin turned around and looked at his master who continued acted nonchalantly, continuing his project.
"Why?"
There was a long period of silence and the Durin realized he wasn't going to get an answer from his strange master.
You stole it.
But at least I can bring it back one day…
It's beautiful.
The prince continued to watch the flickering lamps warm the various red hues within the elegant gem. Thranduil eyed his pleased pet through the corners of his eyes, smiling subtly at his experimental action.
~A simple gem pleases you.
~Interesting.
Each day Thranduil gave Thorin more jewels that disappeared mysteriously when it came time for bed. The Elvenking humored the dwarf's supposedly 'secret' hiding spot for the time being and mentioned nothing. They spent their time either in the study or idling on the elf's bed.
The Elvenking's project followed them everywhere they went. In some cases he continued to stitch while walking to attend an issue with his kingdom. Most of the time his subjects had to locate his where abouts since he had abandoned his throne room for the time being. His commands seemed more logical as the elven prince noticed while secretly confirming each order.
Thorin on the other hand only had his jewels to play with. He loved to admire them for hours and spent his time counting each cut, ranking their quality. When he grew bored of counting he imagined himself making them himself. He sat with his eyes closed, mimicking techniques as he held a jewel.
But even that became repetitive and tiresome. His master rarely spoke to him and the prince had noticed his body went untouched for some time. Aside from the possessive nightly embraces, his master had not shown sexual interest in him.
That is relieving I suppose, but it does feel strange to be in his bed like this.
I do not know why he keeps me here when he has no intention of using me.
Perhaps I was mistaken in thinking his lust would never end.
That even he had something that would distract him from my body.
I am glad for it. I cannot handle his perversion anymore…
Though I am terribly bored.
Thorin placed his stones on the ground and curled into his pillow, attempting to sleep to pass the time. It was difficult to relax his mind and he ended up staring at his master's hip for a prolonged time. Thranduil eventually noticed his pet's boredom and went to his dresser to get a book Legolas had brought.
The book was placed in front of the dwarf but the prince wasn't paying attention. A tap of leather binding to his nose startled him and he glanced at the brown object before him.
What is this?
Thorin sat and placed his hands on the book in order to take it but Thranduil pulled it back.
"Read this."
"Why?"
"Because I want something to entertain me while I work."
He just wants me to speak to him…
As Thranduil gave the book to his pet the prince noticed dwarven markings outlining the edges.
But this book is from Erebor…
Thorin's eyes lit up with warmth as yet another treasure from his kingdom ended up in his hands.
I don't care whether it's a recipe or someone's diary, it's a piece of home…
"Fine… As long as I can keep it."
Thranduil smiled and nodded his approval. Thorin tried to hide the happiness the book brought him but it was clear across his grinning face. He turned his back to his master in order to hide his delighted look before he began reading.
There was a continuous stare from the Elvenking who had a pleased expression. He listened intently to his pet whose voice unknowingly spoke Khuzdul instead of translating the page to Westron. It was a book that had yet to be translated and the elf was hoping to uncover its secrets. However this seemed like a better trade off.
Thorin kept his softening expression hidden while his fingertips savored every crinkled page.
I wonder who wrote you.
You're old and tattered but your pages are beautifully marked with history.
A burnt mark, perhaps from a pipe. Torn edges here, but from what?
Has my father read you already?
I am sure Dis has. I do not know a book she hasn't touched.
Frerin would never have read you. It is a pity he cannot appreciate your beauty.
Grandfather is the same. He sees treasure in gold alone.
But I see the wonders that lie within your pages…
When Thorin finished he held the book to his broken heart and smiled as it filled him with tranquility. He turned back to his master, forgetting to hide his gracious and serene expression. Thranduil's fingers stopped mid-stitch as he appreciated the cherishing look in his pet's eyes.
"Did you enjoy that?"
The prince nodded gratefully, feeling the warm memories of home flood his body. Thranduil smiled proudly and placed his needle aside.
"Would you like another?"
Thorin's eyes widened is disbelief.
"You have more?"
The Elvenking simply stared for a moment before stepping out of the room, leaving his dwarf wracked with curiosity. Thorin instinctively tried to hide his new possession but the crevice was too small. He eventually settled for hiding it under the bed and jumped back into his spot. His master returned and his face lit up to see another dwarvish book in the elf's hands.
"You may keep this only if you read it to me."
Thorin nodded, almost snatching the book from the elf's palms. He chuckled to himself and scanned the book for its date and writer. Thranduil removed his project, overtaking the bed, and placed it on his dresser. He then sat beside his pet, leaning against the headrest with his arm around Thorin's shoulder. The dwarf wasn't paying attention to his master's embrace and continued to lose himself within the piece of literature.
"I know this dwarf, he is a good friend of Fundin. I did not realize he was capable of writing."
Thranduil smiled pleasingly that his pet was speaking openly without command. Thorin continued read the book, laughing at jokes and commenting out loud to himself. His master never said a thing and merely allowed the dwarf to lose himself with fond memories.
When Thorin eventually passed out from his delight in the late night hour, the Elvenking went back to his stitching.
The next day the prince anxiously watched his master get out of bed, hoping he would receive another book. Thranduil smiled at his excited pet, stroking the dwarf's dark hair.
"You are happy this morning."
Thorin grinned with a nod.
"Are there any more books?"
"Books?"
Thranduil turned in thought as a teasing smile crept on his lips.
"No, I'm afraid not."
Thorin instantly lowered his head from the depressing news and the Elvenking dressed himself.
"But I have something else for you today."
The dwarf perked up again despite not knowing if it was good or bad.
"What is it?"
"Stay here until I return and I will bring it."
Thorin nodded to his master and watched the elf leave. He chuckled as he jumped off the bed and laid on the floor while he began reading his books again.
What other pieces of home were brought to this kingdom?
I am ashamed I never took the time to admire the beauty of our culture to this degree.
My people are incredible and should know their work shines brightest in my eyes.
Curiosity made the dwarf fidget and time passed slowly. The prince rolled onto his back after finishing his books, still no sign of Thranduil.
After moments on end, Thorin went to play with his stones. He piled them, flicked them at each other and still his master had yet to return. He moved about in his anxious state, taking a dip in the pool and back to flipping through his books.
It was a test of his patience but his desire to collect more treasures of his home kept him willing to wait as long as it took.
Finally Thranduil returned and the prince was overjoyed. He ran to the door and tried to peek at an emerald box in his master's hands.
"Sit."
Thorin immediately sat in front of the door without question. Thranduil raised his brow with a mocking smile at the sight of his submissive pet.
"No, sit on the bed."
Thranduil scoffed with a proud smile as Thorin grinned wildly and jumped on the bed before the elf could even sit down, eyes locked on the box. The Elvenking sat beside his pet with a teasing and cocky grin.
"Do you want this?"
"What is it?"
Thranduil slapped one of the dwarf's curious hands trying to lift the lid. Thorin groaned and stared like a dog waiting for dinner.
"I'll give it to you as an exchange."
"What do you want?"
Thorin starred into his master's eyes and didn't flinch when the elf's hand cupped his cheek. Thranduil gently kissed his pet who stared back in waiting. When the Elvenking's lips satisfied themselves against the dwarf's un-defiant mouth he handed the box over.
"Good, you may have it."
Thorin's face brightened and he dropped on his stomach to inspect the gold rimmed, emerald box. His feet kicked back and forth with joy as he lifted the lid. The dwarf's eyes widened and glimmered from the rows of jewels inside. It seemed like a jewelry box with another shelf hidden beneath to top one. The gems were divided into diamonds, rubies, emeralds and topaz.
"Their beautiful…"
The dwarf said out loud as he picked up the tiny stones and held them into the candle light.
Perfectly crafted…
Only the finest jewels come from Erebor's halls.
Beautiful…
Next Thorin pulled out the shelf of jewels and under it was a set of tools.
Those are meant for a jeweler's hands…
The prince's smile disappeared and he turned to his master with a depressing tone.
"Am I to work now?"
How stupid of me to think there wasn't an alternative motive behind his 'exchange'.
"Do you not like it?"
What?…
The elf's response surprised the dwarf and left his mouth gaping for words.
How you could you…
I am also a crafter who can appreciate work…
Thranduil smirked at the dwarf's silence and gave a pitying tone.
"A shameful gift is it? I will have it destroyed."
"No!"
Thorin curled over the box protectively.
"There's nothing wrong with it! Just tell me what kind of work you expect me to produce."
"Nothing."
"What?"
The prince uncurled and sat up to face his master. Thranduil smiled kindly and stroked the dwarf's cheek.
"What lies in that box is worthless to me. I do not care what you choose to do with."
I've been going mad, trapped in this room with nothing to do.
He doesn't care what I make with it…
Another grateful smile curled at the corners of Thorin's lips as he realized he would not have to suffer another few days of boredom. Thorin laid back down on his stomach and began to fiddle with his new possession.
It has been too long since my hands have felt the satisfaction manual labor. Even if this is a smaller task compared to working in the mines.
While the prince amused himself, his master moved onto the next stage of the garment, embroidering complex patterns along the edges.
Hours passed and Thorin managed to craft a pendant. There was a bit of metal to work from underneath the tools and the dwarf engraved something he found quite humorous. He chuckled to himself as he wrote a Khuzdul phrase that insulted the elves. His laughing attracted Thranduil's attention and the elf stopped working again.
The Elvenking watched his pet begin a new project and saw the intense look of focus within the dwarf's eyes.
~Are you enjoying yourself to the extent my affections will be welcomed this time?~
Carefully Thranduil placed his palm gently on Thorin's muscular calf, waiting for an abrupt snarl. The prince didn't seem to notice the touch, however, and the Elvenking continued to stroke his palm up the dwarf's leg.
Still Thorin didn't respond as he focused on carving intricate details into a metal band.
~How strangely you can be easily distracted by things of such little value. You are indeed, amusing.~
Thranduil's fingers made it over the dwarf's soft arse, cautiously grabbing a cheek. No response. Thorin was too involved in his craft to notice his body being fondled. The Elvenking grinned and played with his pet's cheek more. Rubbing, squishing and spreading the dwarf's arse apart to reveal the hairy entrance the Elvenking longed to appreciate once more.
~My beloved pet, I hope you have rested well.~
Soon Thranduil slid his fingers into the dark crease and the moment he touched the dwarf's entrance, Thorin's body tensed madly.
The Elvenking could hear the dwarf hold in a deep breath. A moment ago the prince was relaxed and soft to the touch but now he was as hard as stone. Deep within the prince's consciousness he sensed something amiss. He couldn't find reasoning behind it and simply only froze with unknown fear.
What's wrong with me…?
Why do am I suddenly afraid?
I am only crafting a ring.
Why am I shaking?…
Thranduil decided to withdraw his fingers slowly and returned to stroking the dwarf's backside in a calming manner. Thorin's misplaced fear diminished as his body relaxed. He was clueless to his master's ministrations and returned to his creation, ignoring the subtle sensations.
Thranduil didn't give up though as he was determined to prove his pet attention tonight. The Elvenking laid down beside his pet, continuing to stroke the prince's back. When the prince seemed fully distracted again the elf leaned in to kiss the Thorin's shoulder curiously. The Durin didn't react and the elf smiled greatly.
~Are you simply more cautious when I am behind you? ~
~My beloved pet…~
~How I enjoy that delightful body of yours.~
Another kiss was placed on the dwarf's shoulder again and slow elven lips slipped towards the prince's neck. Thranduil could hear the Durin's breathing deepen and felt the slightest shift of Thorin's head.
The prince appeared to respond unconsciously, encouraging the Elvenking to proceed. He mouthed Thorin's neck gently, hearing the faintest moan pass through the dwarf's lips.
The Durin didn't notice his own pleasure or realize he even moaned. He focused intently on his work while his master stroked his spine and brushed his hair to the side.
~It is hard to believe that you are not simply acting. Challenging me to gain your attention. ~
~Could my gifts have proven themselves worthy enough?~
Thranduil moved and hovered over the dwarf's body, lightly pressing the warmth of his clothed groin against his pet's rear. He leaned on his elbows and continued to nibble at the prince's neck while grinding against Thorin's hips.
The subtle, erotic heat stimulated the dwarf's unconscious and slowly the prince's head began to lower with light moans. Thorin could sense his focus drifting for some reason and shook his head to concentrate on his dwarvish skills. Without the prince even realizing it, Thorin's cock hardened against the bed.
Thranduil breathed in the dwarf's intoxicating scent, resisting the urge to command his pet's attention.
~I wish to ravish you as you are now, my pet.~
~I want to hear the sea of moans echo off my walls as I drive you into my bedding.~
~You belong to me, my treasure. No one else.~
~I will send you into a storm of desire and watch you writhe from my affections alone.~
~It will be my heart alone that holds onto your life and keeps you satisfied in my bed.~
Lust driven eyes wandered over the Durin's skin as deep possessive moans curled over Thorin's back. Thranduil removed his hardened shaft, dripping precum between the crease in the dwarf's cheeks. Pursing his lips, the Elvenking began rutting his cock between the dwarf's arse, avoiding contact with the sensitive entrance for now.
Desperate groans trembled over Thranduil's lip as he kept his maddening lust from plunging into the dwarf too soon. More precum leaked from the elf's pulsing shaft as he pressed the durin's cheeks tightly around his shaft. The clear liquid dripped into Thorin's crease, pooling at his tightened entrance.
Thorin shifted oddly, trying to shake off an odd tingling sensation and continued to work while he unknowingly moaned.
Thranduil sucked marks into the Durin's back while rocking his hips against his pet. The prince gave off faint whimpers from the tantalizing sensations that were eating away at his hobby-driven focus. But still Thorin had yet to realize the lust growing within himself and the act about to take place behind him.
Trusting the elf's timing was correct, Thranduil positioned himself and pushed his hot leaking tip against his pet's wet hole. The slippery sensation made the dwarf's head droop while his body responded on its own to the elf's prodding with hips fidgeting in pleasure.
Moans grew louder and soon Thorin's hands had stopped moving. Thranduil continued to tease the dwarf's neck to ensure his pet would remain in its lust entranced state. He gently pulled Thorin's wrist away as the tools lightly dropped from the dwarf's fingers. Thranduil pinned the Durin's wrist behind his back along with the other.
A glossed over and dazed look filled the prince's eyes as he rutted against the bed. All he could sense was a warm comforting feeling pulling his conscious mind into a state of bliss. Forgetting all logic and reason to even question what was happening, the dwarf prince murmured a soft 'yes' and embraced the oncoming pleasure.
Thorin's hips arched into his master's teasing tip, pleading for more stimulation. Thranduil thought it best he not speak in fear it would break the spell-like effect over dwarf's submissive mind. He continued to wordlessly pleasure his pet, slipping in a finger wet from his own precum.
~Your body worships my touch and begs for my affections.~
~Why is it you lie to yourself and reject me? Is it a game or merely your dwarvish pride returning to spoil our play.~
~Do not worry my pet. I will feast on your pride as long as it takes to keep you content in my arms."
~But not too much however… It would be a pity not to witness that alluring, shameful look on your face when I expose your moans to others. ~
The prince moaned on cue, rocking his pulsing shaft against the bedding. Thranduil smiled at his success and reached over to grab his vile of oil without removing his fingers from his pet. The dwarf's arms stayed pinned to his back without the elf's assistance.
Slicking his shaft, Thranduil slipped another finger into the dwarf's tight hole. He spread his fingers and poured the oil into the unused muscle which seemed to forget its training and shrunk down in size. It was no longer capable of taking the elf's large cock after a quick stretch.
However the Elvenking grinned, watching his pet as he fingered the Durin into bliss. The room filled with pleasant moans while the elf slowly stretched the dwarf open. Eventually when Thorin was wide enough, Thranduil carefully slipped into his pet's body and relished in the warmth encasing his cock.
~Oh how delightful your small body feels.~
A tremble surrounded the elf's cock as the dwarf's mouth dropped with wild moans. Thranduil pushed down on Thorin's shoulders and snapped his pelvis against his pet's plump rear. There was a sharp sound of slapping skin followed by a subtle, yet high pitched gasp.
Thranduil moaned deeply along with his pet, having gone too long without portraying his love in the form of sexual desires.
The elf's cock plowed deep into the dwarf's body, forcing Thorin's moaning head into the sheets. The muffled moans displeased the Elvenking and he gently returned the dwarf's wrists back to their former position. Thranduil rolled Thorin onto his back, while still inside, and smiled at the lustful eyes gazing back at him. They were no longer filled with hate or sorrow as pleasure overtook the prince's mind.
~There you are, my beautiful pet.~
~You no longer need to lie and deny my heart, for beneath these trees I will keep you safe.~
~I will never allow harm to befall you.~
~You are my treasure and I will keep what is mine within the security of my kingdom.~
Thrust after thrust caused sweat to drip down the dwarf's hairy-lined stomach. Thranduil began a un-elven-like pant as the blank look in the Durin's eyes challenged the Elvenking's heart to try harder.
Quickly he sealed their lips together and Thorin moaned lovingly into his master's mouth. The dwarf's arms wrapped around the elf's neck, pulling Thranduil harder into the kiss. Durin hips bucked themselves to match every hard thrust from the elf's pelvis.
When they broke for air the dwarf smiled lustfully, with a light shade of red filling his cheeks, and began stroking his pulsing shaft. The desperation on the Elvenking's face diminished into a heavenly gaze as the threat to his heart faded within the dwarf's seemingly accepting expression.
"Do you understand now?"
Thranduil spoke with a delighted smile and proceeded to thrust with all his might, sending his pet into a screaming oblivion. Thorin shuddered a final scream with his orgasm that flooded through the Elvenking's tipped ears. Thranduil's lip quivered in delight as the overwhelming moan brought him to his climax as well.
"My pet…"
Thranduil moaned out between heavy breaths and kissed the dwarf again, feeling Thorin's cum between their pressed stomachs. The dwarf groaned in response, still dazed from his pleasure. Gentle fingers brushed over the prince's reddened cheeks affectionately as the Elvenking kissed his pet.
"I care about you. Do not forget that."
Withdrawing, Thranduil let his pet rest while he cleaned himself up. He didn't clean Thorin however and left his pet to sleep with cum drying on his skin.
Once again the Elvenking continued to sew a garment fit for his pet.
Thorin woke to a confused state, laying on his side with his back turned to the Elvenking. His mind couldn't comprehend what he had been doing previously but the moment the jewelry box came into sight he remembered nothing but crafting.
Did I fall asleep? I don't remember being tired.
Thorin glanced to his master who was still sewing that same fabric.
Perhaps I passed out for a moment. Nothing seems to have changed.
The Durin prince shrugged off his strange blackout and dove back into his love of crafting.
Days passed by and Thorin's possessions grew. Jewels began to fall out of his hiding spot causing the dwarf to panic and desperately attempt to hide his secret. Thranduil simply chuckled and starred at the frightened prince who soon realized his master knew all along. Thorin glowered with a pitiful tone in his voice.
"How long have you known?"
The Elvenking merely snickered and returned to ignoring his pet. Thorin gave up and stacked his books under the crevice. He still desired a place to put his new belongings but didn't want to ask his master for a favor.
New pieces of literature surprised the dwarf from time to time as he realized Thranduil had been lying. The elf had more stashed somewhere in this kingdom and this fact gave the Durin hope and something to look forward to each day. It wasn't always a ledger but Thorin was delighted all the same. He even made a jeweled bookmark while waiting for another bookless day to pass.
Thranduil experimented with his pet, taking notice that Thorin remained happy when he had something to do. Boredom only caused the dwarf to become irritable and sulk while pacing their room. Even Thorin's common cursing turned into rare occurrences that were no longer directed towards his master.
As long as Thranduil didn't directly ask his pet for sexual activities, Thorin remained content. He only ever asked the dwarf for small things such as a kiss or reading session. Sex only occurred when the prince was completely lost in a distraction and the Elvenking could seduce the dwarf's body.
And still Thorin never remembered a single moment of intercourse.
Today the Elvenking was continuing the complex dwarven embroidery. However he struggled with the design and the edge of the fabric touched Thorin's hand while the durin tried to work.
Eyeing the invasive material, the prince noticed the patterns seemed familiar. As he continued to stare he realized they were indeed pathetic excuses of dwarven symbols. Thorin cleaned up his area quickly, to avoid losing a single jewel, and turned his attention to his master's appalling work.
A quick swipe of the dwarf's hand ripped the fabric from the elf's hand just before the next stitch. Thranduil gasped from the sudden action that caused his thread to tear and leave him sitting with a needle still in hand. His eyes flashed over the garment and over his pet in shock. Before the Elvenking could snap out of his surprise and scold the dwarf, Thorin snatched the needle as well.
"That is not how you make Durin's crest."
Thorin quickly went to work with his master gawking intently while looking back at the book to ensure it was correct.
"This is a horrible mess you've made."
Thranduil stared widely at his muttering dwarf, noting the broken thread.
"I was not the one to tear out the threads so recklessly."
"No, you were the one who stitched this disaster so far down instead of stopping your chaotic rampage earlier."
Thranduil glared at the dwarf who dared accuse him of being imperfect. However, he remembered to bury his pride when dealing with his beloved pet who just started to warm up to him again. The elf smiled playfully and spoke with a seductive voice.
"Wouldn't it be your fault for not catching it sooner? You should have kept your eyes on me."
Thorin stopped to glare at his master.
"I am not your caretaker…"
The prince blushed when he eyed his master's lips parting as the elf's tongue slid across. Thranduil grinned and laid on the opposite side of the garment, propping himself up by his elbows with his hands crossed under his chin. Bright eyes peered into the blushing dwarf with a teasing expression.
Thorin raised his shoulders, lowering his head and allowing his hair to cover his face in order to avoid the elf's stare. Thranduil's lips pursed into a wide smile.
"Teach me."
Thorin gave his master a befuddled look, unsure what to make of the request. Thranduil only tilted his head playfully with curious look. His eyes flashed down at the garment, gesturing the dwarf to look at the elf's embroidery. Thranduil changed the tone in his voice to resound with challenge and sick pleasure.
"Or I'll butcher the design again and this time you will not be able to stop me."
The threat may have been a tease but it sunk deep into the dwarf's pride.
"Fine, pay attention."
Thorin instructed his master on the proper sewing technique to perfect the sharp corners required for the dwarvish style. He even lost himself in joy while lecturing the elf on his proud dwarven history. Going as far as explaining what each symbol represented.
Thranduil starred at his pet longingly, listening to the information with deep care even though it didn't appear that way. He laid there almost losing himself in a daze as he appreciated the dwarf's voice at the same time.
The prince questioned his master from time to time, growing suspicious the elf was only daydreaming. Thranduil always answered correctly which made the dwarf a bit angry as he didn't like being fooled.
Thorin eventually finished correcting his master's disaster and glanced at Thranduil for more details.
"I am finished with this section, what comes next?"
Thranduil showed the prince the book and pointed at the next one. Eyeing the symbols carefully, Thorin noted that they mirrored on the other side of the hem.
"Repeat what I've done on the right side while I finish this one."
The dwarf grinned when he realized his master would have to stop staring at him and couldn't help but tease the elf.
"After all you seem to have mastered my technique watching me all this time."
Thranduil caught on quick and his lips dropped into a subtle pout. Either way he grabbed another needle and mimicked the dwarf's design.
After Thorin finished his side he grabbed the book again, taking the time to look it over. Thranduil was still busy and didn't bother to stop his pet's curiosity. However Thorin realized the book wasn't any old tailor's text. It was an heirloom passed down the Durin bloodline, filled with ancient customs for the royal family.
What is this?! Where did he get this!
This is grandfathers…. I remember he kept it in his private study!
Why would Thranduil have this!
Wait…
This robe…
These symbols…
He's…
The Durin prince starred at his master, still sewing away, with his heart racing. He glanced over the garment again and again, praying he was mistaken.
No…
This is a matrimonial robe!
In fear the dwarf backed away from his master until he unfortunately fell off the bed. Thranduil hummed in concern but his pet only starred back with a terrified expression.
"What's wrong?"
Thorin proceeded to crawl backwards into the wall, right beside his possessions. He glanced down and realized everything was a gift, not an exchange or trash the Elvenking didn't want. They were gifts to woo the dwarf.
It's a lie.
He's been lying to me!
No!
He's trying to trick me!
This has all been a plot to deceive me into thinking you're not a monster!
The horrified expression on the prince's face turned hateful as he snarled.
"I hate you!"
Thranduil's brow furrowed with hurt-filled confusion at the dwarf's sudden outburst.
"What is wrong my pet?"
"You're a liar!"
The Elvenking nervously glanced over his work and to the book, checking for mistakes. He couldn't find a single reason behind Thorin's anger.
"I do not understand. What has troubled you?"
With anger surging through the prince's hands, he grabbed a pile of jewels and through them towards his master. Thranduil blocked them with his long sleeve and stared back in horror.
"Is it still not enough? Is there nothing I can do to prove I care for you?"
"I do not want your love! I hate you! I want this forest to burn with you in it!"
Thorin hollered and ran for the door, slamming it shut as he left the room. He snarled and growled as he made his way to the river bank, letting out a ferocious scream.
"Why do you keep screwing with me!"
The dwarf let out another intense scream and pounded his fists into the ground.
"I hate you! I hate you!"
Thorin seethed with his blood still boiling. Every muscle itched to beat his master senseless. He spotted a rock and threw it across the river, hitting the opposite wall. Again and again he threw more rocks until his anger settled into a calm rage. He fumed through his nostrils as he twisted his fist into the dirt ground.
"Bastard!"
"You're pathetic."
"What?!"
The prince snapped around and spotted Legolas glaring at him.
"What do you want?!"
The elven prince was not amused by the sound of the dwarf's tantrum, seeing his kingdom spiraling into chaos before his eyes. He had been praying all week that the dwarf was finally had control over his own emotions. Tonight was the last night the elven prince would see his kingdom in one piece again before he is sent to the mountain as his punishment.
"Dwarves are incredibly senseless! How could I have placed my kingdom's future in your hands?!"
"Go to hell bastard!"
Thorin stood with his gaze lowered with violent intent. He clenched his fists tightly, ready to fight the enraged elven prince. Legolas didn't take the threat kindly and immediately attacked the dwarf.
Thorin tried to punch, but the elf was quick to grab hold and twist it behind the dwarf's back. Legolas kicked the Durin's knees out and drove his elbow into Thorin's spine, pinning the dwarf flat on his stomach.
"Don't you get understand you idiot! This kingdom with be ruined from your idiocy!"
"I don't care about your kingdom!"
"My father loves you, now get over it before I kill you!"
Thorin hollered and squirmed but the elven prince quickly sent a painful threat to dislocate the dwarf's shoulder. Thorin seethed, breathing heavily into the ground, and laid still.
"You're the fool! He is only acting! He only wants me to obey him so he can use me for his wretched lust!"
Legolas' grip tightened, sending a jolting pain through the dwarf's arm. He only had a few hours left, and curing the dwarf's idiocy would be a miracle.
"Why would my father care if you obeyed him?! If he wanted to have sex with you he would have raped you countless times already!"
"He has already raped me you stupid elf!"
The elven prince let out a dangerous growl.
"Stupid creature MY father cares for your pleasure! He's not once broken your body and left you bleeding to death as I have seen in countless victims of orcs!"
"How would you know what your father has done to me?!"
"There isn't a soul in this kingdom that can't hear your moans through my father's door! The only horrifying screams we hear are when you're throwing your tantrums!!"
"What are you speaking about?! We haven't had sex since the first time we arrived here!"
Legolas glanced around with an absurd look.
"Are you merely in denial so you don't have to face the truth? Or are simply playing with yourself in my father's presence?"
"What are you saying you stupid elf?! He's been sewing that damn robe this entire time!"
The elven prince's face continued to distort with confused thoughts. He removed his hold on the dwarf and paced around angrily. Thorin sat on his ankles and rubbed his shoulder while glaring at the elf who was trying to make sense of the sounds he's heard.
There was a slight chance he could save his kingdom and he wasn't going to give up.
"Did my father intoxicate you?"
Thorin shrugged.
"What do you mean? I do not feel as if I've ingested poison and your father has not given me a sip of alcohol."
"We have heard moans that are obviously yours. It is no illusion and what's worse is I can smell it too…"
Legolas's lips pursed out of revulsion. Thorin eyed him suspiciously before sniffing himself.
"What smell?"
The elven prince shuttered at the thought.
"That repulsive stench of intercourse. It would also seem you have not had a bath in ages…"
Thorin looked at his skin, now also confused. He continued to smell himself, knowing Legolas was right about the bath. The elven prince growled with frustration.
"What are you looking for?"
"Do you really want to know?"
Legolas shut his mouth as he watched the dwarf search every inch of his body. Thorin slid his hands down his arms and stomach, searching for any remnants of Thranduil's sexual activities. When he realized there was only one place left to look he gave Legolas a grievous look.
Slowly he slid his hands down his backside and there against his fingertips was evidence of continuous intercourse, smeared and dried all over his arse. Legolas picked up from the dwarf's silence that he was not wrong in his assumptions.
"Do you understand now?"
"No…"
"Why?"
The Elven prince hissed at the stubborn dwarf who was gazing in thought.
"When did it happen?… I don't remember him ever trying…"
"I imagine he slipped you a toxic plant or put you under a spell. It would not be the first time."
"What do you mean?"
"My father kept you asleep for 3 days while I went to Erebor to retrieve all those gifts you've been receiving."
"You're the one who brought those? Wait… I was asleep for 3 days? He has done something similar back in Erebor but I do not understand why he kept me asleep. Did he use me then?"
"From what the other elves have told me, nothing happened to you. He did nothing with your body aside from keeping you with him at all times. I do not know why but the fact that you yourself admit he's yet to try anything with you while your awake is proof he cares for his lover's pleasure, not merely his own."
"I hardly believe that. He has taken more pleasure in toying and humiliating me than he has in sex."
Legolas clenched his fists, taking a deep breath before calming himself. He knew the way to connect with the dwarf's mind wasn't going to be pleasant.
"Tell me… Did he force himself… Inside you the first time?..."
"No… I was afraid…"
Legolas smiled triumphantly, though it was a bit out of place for their conversation.
"I knew my father was not like the orcs. He would have never tortured your body so barbarically."
Thorin didn't pay attention to the elf's words and allowed his fingers to wander back to his entrance. His finger travelled along the still stretched ring as he remembered how Thranduil took notice of his fears. He muttered lowly to himself in thought.
"I hated him… He broke my mind in order to get me to obey… I was fondled and humiliated… He grabbed me and pinned me down repeatedly… I was afraid he would break my body each time… But he never tried… He still found pleasure using my body in other ways but he never forced me to endure that kind of pain…"
"I don't want to know but how did it eventually happen? Did he merely persuade you?
"I don't know… It was a long day…"
"You were the one to ask for it then?"
"Yes, I wanted him… But then…"
Thorin's pleasurable memory turned sour as he remembered his grandfather had been watching the entire scene. Tears came to Thorin's eyes and he pounded the ground again.
"It's his fault they hate me! They would have never known what was going on if he hadn't forced my grandfather to watch!"
Legolas' seemingly prideful smile died immediately as his eyes locked with horror. He couldn't find a single word to express the shame that overtook his heart. However the dwarf continued to spout out his sorrow.
"I didn't know… I betrayed them! I wanted sex with our captor! I tried to free them but they didn't trust me… He brought my family to dinner… He… He made them all watch… I had no choice but to play along so he wouldn't come after them… I've never brought shame to my family before… I can never go home now… I am an outcast and my fate is here… Even if I free them I have nowhere to go…"
Wet puddles of dirt formed from the dwarf's tears and the elven prince looked down in sorrow.
"I'm sorry…"
Thorin looked up with watery eyes, barely able to make out the elf's silhouette. His voice cracked from grief as he spoke.
"How can I pretend to love him?... How can I take this burden on by myself when there is no one to return to? I've been selfish…. I tried to forget everything in these last days… I've tried to find comfort in those gifts so I could imagine I was home. Forgetting my family's hatred… Forget the impossible hope of freeing them!"
Legolas stepped towards the dwarf who flinched instinctively. He kneeled down reaching out with unsure hands and wrapped his arms around his father's slave. It was an awkward hug but he deeply sought to console the dwarf prince even though it would not make amends for his father's actions.
Thorin tensed from the odd embrace, shaking as if he was about to be thrown and attacked.
"What are you doing?"
"My mother always held me whenever I was sad. I'm sorry if I am not doing this right… I have never done it to another before…"
"But why are you doing this?…"
"Because I'm sorry…"
The dwarf's breaths stuttered as his heart trembled with every beat. He launched himself against the elf's body and wrapped his arms tightly around the elven prince's rib cage. Thorin sobbed into Legolas' shoulder and the elf corrected his embrace from the dwarf's example.
Legolas quietly allowed the dwarf to cry out his pain until he calmed down. Thorin sniffled a bit and broke their embrace to wipe his nose. The elf shook off the wet feeling on his shoulder and waited for the dwarf to speak.
"What do I do?..."
Legolas glanced over the dwarf, wondering what the proper response would be.
"Is there any way to gain your family's forgiveness?"
"No… Remember… Dwarves would rather die than submit to their enemy…"
"I see… If you did free them, what would you do?"
"I don't know… I have already accepted that this will be my life after their free…"
"It is noble to sacrifice oneself to save those he cares for. I will not lie and give you false hope of ever returning to your mountains. However, are you sure you can accept living here?"
"I have no other choice, whether I accept it or not…"
"I know I cannot give comfort to your situation, but it will give your mind peace if you can find something here to keep your sanity."
"What do you mean?"
"I know you have been enjoying the last week with my father whether you'll admit to it or not. Even if you hate him for all the terrible things he's done to you, you're still capable of living in his presence. Focus on anything that brings you joy so you'll know your future wont' always be so dark… It may help you in this lonely task. With no one to go to for strength you need to keep your spirits high to continue."
Thorin's fingers traced over the marking on his collar.
"Are you saying I should be happy to be his slave?"
Legolas lowered his head and gave a pitying nod. However, a somewhat comforting smile curled his lips.
"If you look around you're not really alone here… We're all his slaves, running about at his command… Trapped in this kingdom by his word and never allowed to see the wonders of the world. Except when we are sent to your mountain…. We're still allowed to drink wine however."
Thorin chuckled lightheartedly at the kind gesture. The dwarf's tone was slightly bitter as if annoyed by the elf's attempt to cheer him up.
"I don't suppose he's ever used any of you for sex however?"
Legolas huffed with a challenging smirk.
"We aren't the ones who begged to sit on his lap and enjoyed every moment."
Thorin lowered his head in shame though his cheeks flared with a red hue. Legolas caught sight of the dwarf's blush and proceeded to encourage the dwarf to enjoy his own lust. Even if that involved his father…
With a quick horrifying shudder the elven prince squatted beside Thorin with his voice full of tease.
"Was he your first?"
Thorin blushed more and Legolas raised his brow to torment the dwarf's emotions. He suppressed a gag and tried hard not to visualize his words.
"Your blushing, my father must have been good. I bet you crawled and begged for more. You lust for my father don't you?"
The dwarf's lips contorted with a subtle smile trying to form. He couldn't deny how much he enjoyed the Elvenking inside him.
Legolas' grin widened. He threw out any decency he had in order to cheer up the dwarf, using words he had often heard from the promiscuous Silvans. Although the first sentence had his stomach trying to burst out of his gut.
"Did he feel… Warm inside you?... Did it make your skin burn for his touch?..."
"Go away!"
Thorin shoved Legolas away but it was clear from his tone that he was embarrassed and hiding his lust-favoring thoughts. The elven prince shuddered from the fowl image.
He regained himself and chuckled while jogging towards the stairs. He turned with a taunting pose as If trying to lure the dwarf to follow him.
"I bet your jaw dropped for him without a single command. How long did… the taste linger?..."
"Shut up Legolas!"
That oh-so amusing tone still filled the dwarf's voice. Thorin's smile was hardly invisible now and he charged the elf playfully. Legolas laughed and ran up the stairs, using his height to skip a few steps.
"Damn your legs!"
"Ha! But I know you enjoy the height of us elves! It makes it easier for you to stand between my father's doesn't it?!"
"Shut up!"
Chuckling and curses echoed up the stairwell as the two prince's playfully ran up them. Each taunt from Legolas made the dwarf's smile grow wider and deepen the red color on his cheeks. The elven prince led the dwarf back to his father's door and quietly hushed Thorin when he caught up.
Thorin immediately shoved Legolas for all the taunts and the elf merely laughed quietly. The dwarf chuckled along until he noticed Thranduil's door looming in front of him. Fear started to crawl up his spine and he backed away.
"Don't."
The dwarf gulped and looked at Legolas for help.
"Your future no longer has your family within it. Despite how you lived in Erebor you will adjust here in time. Don't be afraid of this place. It is your sacrifice to your family and it's the best outcome I have witnessed in hundreds of years… We're not orcs, neither is my father. I know you fear him, I do as well. But what you fear right now isn't his insanity?"
"No…"
"What is it you fear?"
Legolas already knew the answer but he needed Thorin to admit it before the dwarf could move on.
"I'm afraid of love…"
"Why?"
"Because I want to experience real love… Not this false charade…"
"Love is not based on guidelines. My father's affections are real."
Thorin starred at Legolas, pondering the elf's words over in his head. It still didn't make sense to him and the elven prince could see it in his eyes.
"What do you define as love?"
The dwarf lowered his head in failure.
"I don't know…"
"If you don't know, how do you know if you have it or not?"
"I guess it should be a feeling… That is what I've been told."
"So then you feel nothing towards my father but that does not mean his love isn't there. He merely expresses it differently… But he still shows the same level of care and concern for a loved one."
"Then what do I do? How can I fall in love with my enemy?"
"I didn't ask you too."
"What?"
"I'm asking you to accept and bear his love as your sacrifice. You do not have to love him."
"But he'll know I do not return his love."
"My father only cares that you're satisfied enough… Though I feel that is a contradiction in the way he humiliates you…"
"No… Your right… I hated it… But even though I hated it my body still enjoyed it…"
Thorin gave the elf prince a light smile.
"My body sold me out to a demon."
Legolas gave a reassuring nod.
"A demon I am sure is sulking right now. He is no match for his slave's depression."
Thorin chuckled and placed his hand on the handle.
"But… What do I do? I still don't know?"
"I told you, enjoy yourself. That's all he wants. Accept his love and lust. When you feel comfortable here that's when you start trying to control him. Sulk when you want him to do something, or be silent if you wish. That seems to affect him more than a loud tantrum. When you're able to get him to do anything you want, demand your family's freedom."
Thorin nodded with a smile as his confidence grew. Legolas bowed to the dwarf whose heart melted at the sign of respect. He resisted a tear knowing he'd been crying like a child far too often than he should have been.
"Thank you…"
Legolas smiled and left Thorin to his task. He looked back with one finale prayer that the dwarf would cover for his absence. The elven prince then left his kingdom.
I can do this.
This is my home now and there is someone who loves me behind this door.
He's a monster but one I can control…
I can do this.