AN: Thanks go to Rabbit of Iron for helping me to revise this chapter.
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"CRACK!"
The sound rang loudly in the silence of the night. Mecklar had just backhanded Legolas for dropping a plate. Legolas's head had been thrown to the side from the force of the blow. Mecklar slapped him again for good measure.
"Stupid no good elf!" roared Mecklar, his face burning a deep angry red. "Can't you do anything right?" he snarled.
Legolas remained silent, his face burning with anger and shame but no fear, never fear.
Mecklar suddenly smiled, his rage dissapearing, like ashes on the wind. "Still not broken?" he asked. "We'll have to work on that," he said as he pulled Legolas's unresisting body up against his own.
He grabbed the back of Legolas's head and pulled him down for a brutal kiss. Legolas struggled and Mecklar didn't even hesitate. He pulled back and slammed a fist into Legolas's gut. Legolas gasped, his eyes watering with the now familiar pain of having the breath knocked out of him. Then Mecklar roughly tore the clothes from his body and shoved him down on the bed. The man removed his own clothes, and proceeded to straddle his hips. Pulling Legolas's legs apart, he pushed himself against the small puckered entrance to the elf's body.
As soon as he did that, Legolas closed his eyes and blanked his mind, retreating to a dark safe place in his mind, a place where no evil could touch him.
Legolas thought back to how it had come to this. Estel was his brother by choice, and after all he had done for him, how could Legolas not do this for him? Legolas wished that Halidar would hurry up and find them. Legolas and Aragorn had been here for two weeks, so they must have begun a search by now. Two weeks and it already seemed like an eternity.
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They had been brought back to Mecklar's camp and tied to two separate posts centered in the center of the camp. Aragorn was still unconcious, so the soldiers thankfully pretty much ignored him. The same could not be said for Legolas though. The entire left side of his face carried a deep purple and black bruise from when a soldier had slammed the hilt of sword into his head. Mecklar walked up to Legolas and stroked his cheek.
"You're very beautiful for an elf," he remarked.
It was all Legolas could do not to shudder in revulsion. He did however turn his head away, unable to bear the man's vile touch. Strangely Mecklar did not grow angry, as one would have expected, instead he only smiled and turned to the unconscious Aragorn.
Mecklar walked over to Aragorn and reached out towards him.
"Don't touch him!" screamed Legolas surging up against the ropes that held him.
Mecklar looked at him and spoke in soft silky tones.
"How deep is your love for your friend elf? How far would you go to keep him safe? You know he's very beautiful, and I must admit, I would love to have him moaning and withering underneath me. I would love to hear him, begging and pleading, screaming and crying, both in pain and in pleasure. But..."
At this he stopped and looked at Legolas who was sobbing heavily, his heart breaking at the thought of his beloved friend going through something like that. Legolas was filled with relief at the man's next words.
"I suppose that if you were to offer yourself in his place I might be inclined to leave him alone, and I would also keep my guards away from him. If you're really good, I'll even treat his injuries. Will you agree to these terms elf, or will your friend suffer in your place?"
Legolas closed his eyes. He knew he would say yes. He would do anything to keep Aragorn from experiencing that kind of pain. As for himself, he had survived it once; he could do it again. He would do anything if it meant keeping Estel safe. So Legolas closed his eyes and nodded.
"I'll do it." he said.
Mecklar nodded with a smug grin on his face. He had known that the elf would not refuse him. He walked over and untied Legolas, and then proceeded to test the elf's resolve.
"Get down on your knees elf, and show me how good you are."
Legolas did just that, and from that point on there had been no turning back. So far Mecklar had kept his word. Estel remained untouched and was being treated for his wounds. Although, Mecklar did keep Aragorn drugged with a mild sedative so that he could not cause problems. For that Legolas was grateful. Because he was drugged, Estel had not yet realised the price that Legolas was even now paying to ensure his safety.
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Legolas came back to himself as Mecklar finished and pulled himself out. He slapped him on the ass.
"Thanks elf, I've never had a better ride."
Then Mecklar dressed and left the room, leaving Legolas in darkness once more.
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"CRACK!"
The sound rang loudly in the silence of the night. Mecklar had just backhanded Legolas for dropping a plate. Legolas's head had been thrown to the side from the force of the blow. Mecklar slapped him again for good measure.
"Stupid no good elf!" roared Mecklar, his face burning a deep angry red. "Can't you do anything right?" he snarled.
Legolas remained silent, his face burning with anger and shame but no fear, never fear.
Mecklar suddenly smiled, his rage dissapearing, like ashes on the wind. "Still not broken?" he asked. "We'll have to work on that," he said as he pulled Legolas's unresisting body up against his own.
He grabbed the back of Legolas's head and pulled him down for a brutal kiss. Legolas struggled and Mecklar didn't even hesitate. He pulled back and slammed a fist into Legolas's gut. Legolas gasped, his eyes watering with the now familiar pain of having the breath knocked out of him. Then Mecklar roughly tore the clothes from his body and shoved him down on the bed. The man removed his own clothes, and proceeded to straddle his hips. Pulling Legolas's legs apart, he pushed himself against the small puckered entrance to the elf's body.
As soon as he did that, Legolas closed his eyes and blanked his mind, retreating to a dark safe place in his mind, a place where no evil could touch him.
Legolas thought back to how it had come to this. Estel was his brother by choice, and after all he had done for him, how could Legolas not do this for him? Legolas wished that Halidar would hurry up and find them. Legolas and Aragorn had been here for two weeks, so they must have begun a search by now. Two weeks and it already seemed like an eternity.
-----------------------------Flashback 2 weeks prior-----------------------------------------------------------------
They had been brought back to Mecklar's camp and tied to two separate posts centered in the center of the camp. Aragorn was still unconcious, so the soldiers thankfully pretty much ignored him. The same could not be said for Legolas though. The entire left side of his face carried a deep purple and black bruise from when a soldier had slammed the hilt of sword into his head. Mecklar walked up to Legolas and stroked his cheek.
"You're very beautiful for an elf," he remarked.
It was all Legolas could do not to shudder in revulsion. He did however turn his head away, unable to bear the man's vile touch. Strangely Mecklar did not grow angry, as one would have expected, instead he only smiled and turned to the unconscious Aragorn.
Mecklar walked over to Aragorn and reached out towards him.
"Don't touch him!" screamed Legolas surging up against the ropes that held him.
Mecklar looked at him and spoke in soft silky tones.
"How deep is your love for your friend elf? How far would you go to keep him safe? You know he's very beautiful, and I must admit, I would love to have him moaning and withering underneath me. I would love to hear him, begging and pleading, screaming and crying, both in pain and in pleasure. But..."
At this he stopped and looked at Legolas who was sobbing heavily, his heart breaking at the thought of his beloved friend going through something like that. Legolas was filled with relief at the man's next words.
"I suppose that if you were to offer yourself in his place I might be inclined to leave him alone, and I would also keep my guards away from him. If you're really good, I'll even treat his injuries. Will you agree to these terms elf, or will your friend suffer in your place?"
Legolas closed his eyes. He knew he would say yes. He would do anything to keep Aragorn from experiencing that kind of pain. As for himself, he had survived it once; he could do it again. He would do anything if it meant keeping Estel safe. So Legolas closed his eyes and nodded.
"I'll do it." he said.
Mecklar nodded with a smug grin on his face. He had known that the elf would not refuse him. He walked over and untied Legolas, and then proceeded to test the elf's resolve.
"Get down on your knees elf, and show me how good you are."
Legolas did just that, and from that point on there had been no turning back. So far Mecklar had kept his word. Estel remained untouched and was being treated for his wounds. Although, Mecklar did keep Aragorn drugged with a mild sedative so that he could not cause problems. For that Legolas was grateful. Because he was drugged, Estel had not yet realised the price that Legolas was even now paying to ensure his safety.
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Legolas came back to himself as Mecklar finished and pulled himself out. He slapped him on the ass.
"Thanks elf, I've never had a better ride."
Then Mecklar dressed and left the room, leaving Legolas in darkness once more.
