Title: Wicked Embrace
Author: Ichidou (Legolas833@aol.com)
Pairings: Legolas/Kalainis, Legolas/Elladan, Legolas/Elrohir,
Legolas/Elladan/Elrohir,(Legolas/Haldir implied)
so far.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In a dream, Galadriel sees the death of her favorite Marchwarden.
To keep this from happening, she sends Kalainis, Haldir's twin sister, to
stop them from falling in love. King Thranduril hates seeing his son said,
so he kidnaps "Haldir" and forces "him" to stay in Mirkwood with Legolas.
Disclaimer: No one here belongs to me, with the exception of Kalainis.
They all belong to Tolkin
Authors Note: This is my first slash fic, so please R/R and tell me if you
hated it or loved it. ** indicates thoughts.
Outside Mirkwood She woke up slowly, trying to remember what happened. She was bound and gagged, so she couldn't call out for her brothers. "Haldir, you are mine now, my personal slave," Legolas said, stroking the blond hair out of her face. She shook her head vigorously and tried shouting something out, but the gag blocked her words. He nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "My Prince, we are arriving in Mirkwood. To show people that he is yours, take the prisoner and put him behind you on your horse," one of the other elven warriors, Celebdae, said. The other two, Gem and Ni, nodded at the suggestion. Legolas nodded and pulled her up behind him on his horse. He then unbound Kalainis's wrists and pulled them in front of him, rubbing some circulation into them before binding them again. She sobbed quietly as the trotted into Mirkwood, her head throbbing from where Legolas had hit her. She looked around, hoping to find someone who would help her, but everyone held their heads down, including Celebdae, Gem, and Ni. She gently laid her head on his back and closed her eyes, accepting the thougth that no one was there to help her. Legolas stiffened in suprise at the feel of Kalainis's head resting just below his left shoulder blade. *He is going to be easier to tame than I thought.*
"King Thranduril, your son, Legolas, has return, with his prisoner," one of the Royal Advisors, Saelbeth, said. "Good. Send Legolas to me." "As you wish sire." Saelbeth met Legolas on the steps the glorious palace. "Prince Legolas, your father requests you're presence in the Great Hall." "Alright. Give my slave a bath and clothes that will represent the forest of Mirkwood." He turned to Kalainis,"If I let you bathe alone, you won't try drowining yourself, will you?" She shook her head, causing her head to throb even more. She laid her head against his chest. "Good," he said, stroking her hair again. He handed her to Saelbeth, and she looked up at him with fear in her gray eyes. "Don't worry, he won't harm something that is mine," Legolas said, freeing her from the gag. "Thank you," she said, downcasting her eyes.
Kalainis looked at the room she had been directed to. It was adjoining Legolas' private chamber. It was beautiful with the greens and grays of Mirkwood. The four-post bed, the sheets and bedspread a brilliant shade of green, seemed to be the only piece of furniture in the room, minus a small vanity sitting in the farthest corner. "You are a beautiful creature, and should be treated as such," said a voice from the doorway. She turned so suddenly, that she tripped over her own feet, and fell to her knees in front of Legolas. He smiled and walked to her. She looked up as he walked behind her and untied her hands, bringing them in front of her. She rubbed circulation into them as he knelt in front of her, stroking her cheek. "My Prince, I am still dirty from the road, you should not touch me yet," she said, drawing her cheek away. He looked around, "They never brought the bath?" "No m'lord, they didn't." He stood up suddenly, his knee catching her in the jaw. She toppled backward with the unexpected blow. "I'm sorry," He said, going to her, "that wasn't part of my plan." She looked up at him. "Stay here, I will be right back." She watched as he retreated to his room. She rubbed her jaw where his knee had hit her, a bruise already forming. He came back with a basin full of warm water and a washcloth. He dipped the washcloth in the water, rung it out, then started washing her face with it. She leaned into the touch and sighed. He reached and started to undo the claps on her tunic, but she stilled his hands. "My Prince, please allow me to bathe in privacy. It is something that I have always done on my own, ever since I was little. My brothers never bothered me during my time of privacy." "How many brothers do you have?" Legolas asked, again stoking her cheek with the washcloth. "Three, my Prince." "Call me Legolas when we are alone, please. 'My Prince' is too formal for intimate times like this," Legolas said, standing. "I will leave you to your bathing, but you must be present at the feast tonight." "There are no holidays today, are there?" "No, this is to celebrate my capture of you, sweet elf," Legolas said, bending and kissing Kalainis on her cheek. As soon as he left, she unbound her breasts and bathed the rest of her body. She quickly bound her breasts again and then slipped on the dark green tunic and the gray leggings. She slipped her boots back on and reached a had to her hair. "Man," she said as she felt each of the tangles. She tried opening the door between Legolas' room and her's, but it was locked. There was no other door in her room, so she knocked softly on the door. Legolas opened it and stared at Kalainis. "You're beautiful," he gasped out, reaching out to her tangeled locks. He led her to the vanity in his room. "Sit down, let me take care of this," he ordered "Why, aren't I the slave?" Kalainis asked, pulling away from Legolas. "You are, but I would like to do this small task." He forced her into the chair in front of the vanity and started brushing her hair. He then braided it to look like his. "There. You are now ready for the feast." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Great Hall was decorated in the greens and grays of Mirkwood, and the Velvet table was full of food. Everyone stared at the pair, noting the remarkable beauty the two elves shared. Kalainis looked at the table with a suprise. Everyone was already seated, and there was only one chair at the Velvet table, and there were no other chairs left. "My Prince, where am I to sit?" she whispered. "You aren't. You are to stand behind me." With that, he pulled Kalainis to her place, forcing her to stand behind him. "You are to keep quiet and do what I ask here." The dance started and Legolas pulled Kalainis to sit down on one of his knees. He started to stroke her cheek as she continued to watch the dancing. Legolas kissed her and she allowed it, her hand coming to rest on the his hand that was on the table. The hand stroking her cheek went down to the clasps on her tunic, and started undoing them. She grasped his hand and broke the kiss. "No, please. Don't. Not here." "You're mine. You can't tell me no....you are the slave!" Legolas said, grabbing her hands. She started to struggle and whimpered in pain as Legolas started kissing her brutally. His guests stopped what they were doing to look at the two. "Take him to his chambers and lock him in there." The guards came forward and started dragging her to her champber. She looked at him with wide, begging eyes. "Don't look at me like that!" Legolas screamed, slapping her face. She held back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes as she was dragged away. ~~~ End of Chapter 2.
Outside Mirkwood She woke up slowly, trying to remember what happened. She was bound and gagged, so she couldn't call out for her brothers. "Haldir, you are mine now, my personal slave," Legolas said, stroking the blond hair out of her face. She shook her head vigorously and tried shouting something out, but the gag blocked her words. He nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "My Prince, we are arriving in Mirkwood. To show people that he is yours, take the prisoner and put him behind you on your horse," one of the other elven warriors, Celebdae, said. The other two, Gem and Ni, nodded at the suggestion. Legolas nodded and pulled her up behind him on his horse. He then unbound Kalainis's wrists and pulled them in front of him, rubbing some circulation into them before binding them again. She sobbed quietly as the trotted into Mirkwood, her head throbbing from where Legolas had hit her. She looked around, hoping to find someone who would help her, but everyone held their heads down, including Celebdae, Gem, and Ni. She gently laid her head on his back and closed her eyes, accepting the thougth that no one was there to help her. Legolas stiffened in suprise at the feel of Kalainis's head resting just below his left shoulder blade. *He is going to be easier to tame than I thought.*
"King Thranduril, your son, Legolas, has return, with his prisoner," one of the Royal Advisors, Saelbeth, said. "Good. Send Legolas to me." "As you wish sire." Saelbeth met Legolas on the steps the glorious palace. "Prince Legolas, your father requests you're presence in the Great Hall." "Alright. Give my slave a bath and clothes that will represent the forest of Mirkwood." He turned to Kalainis,"If I let you bathe alone, you won't try drowining yourself, will you?" She shook her head, causing her head to throb even more. She laid her head against his chest. "Good," he said, stroking her hair again. He handed her to Saelbeth, and she looked up at him with fear in her gray eyes. "Don't worry, he won't harm something that is mine," Legolas said, freeing her from the gag. "Thank you," she said, downcasting her eyes.
Kalainis looked at the room she had been directed to. It was adjoining Legolas' private chamber. It was beautiful with the greens and grays of Mirkwood. The four-post bed, the sheets and bedspread a brilliant shade of green, seemed to be the only piece of furniture in the room, minus a small vanity sitting in the farthest corner. "You are a beautiful creature, and should be treated as such," said a voice from the doorway. She turned so suddenly, that she tripped over her own feet, and fell to her knees in front of Legolas. He smiled and walked to her. She looked up as he walked behind her and untied her hands, bringing them in front of her. She rubbed circulation into them as he knelt in front of her, stroking her cheek. "My Prince, I am still dirty from the road, you should not touch me yet," she said, drawing her cheek away. He looked around, "They never brought the bath?" "No m'lord, they didn't." He stood up suddenly, his knee catching her in the jaw. She toppled backward with the unexpected blow. "I'm sorry," He said, going to her, "that wasn't part of my plan." She looked up at him. "Stay here, I will be right back." She watched as he retreated to his room. She rubbed her jaw where his knee had hit her, a bruise already forming. He came back with a basin full of warm water and a washcloth. He dipped the washcloth in the water, rung it out, then started washing her face with it. She leaned into the touch and sighed. He reached and started to undo the claps on her tunic, but she stilled his hands. "My Prince, please allow me to bathe in privacy. It is something that I have always done on my own, ever since I was little. My brothers never bothered me during my time of privacy." "How many brothers do you have?" Legolas asked, again stoking her cheek with the washcloth. "Three, my Prince." "Call me Legolas when we are alone, please. 'My Prince' is too formal for intimate times like this," Legolas said, standing. "I will leave you to your bathing, but you must be present at the feast tonight." "There are no holidays today, are there?" "No, this is to celebrate my capture of you, sweet elf," Legolas said, bending and kissing Kalainis on her cheek. As soon as he left, she unbound her breasts and bathed the rest of her body. She quickly bound her breasts again and then slipped on the dark green tunic and the gray leggings. She slipped her boots back on and reached a had to her hair. "Man," she said as she felt each of the tangles. She tried opening the door between Legolas' room and her's, but it was locked. There was no other door in her room, so she knocked softly on the door. Legolas opened it and stared at Kalainis. "You're beautiful," he gasped out, reaching out to her tangeled locks. He led her to the vanity in his room. "Sit down, let me take care of this," he ordered "Why, aren't I the slave?" Kalainis asked, pulling away from Legolas. "You are, but I would like to do this small task." He forced her into the chair in front of the vanity and started brushing her hair. He then braided it to look like his. "There. You are now ready for the feast." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Great Hall was decorated in the greens and grays of Mirkwood, and the Velvet table was full of food. Everyone stared at the pair, noting the remarkable beauty the two elves shared. Kalainis looked at the table with a suprise. Everyone was already seated, and there was only one chair at the Velvet table, and there were no other chairs left. "My Prince, where am I to sit?" she whispered. "You aren't. You are to stand behind me." With that, he pulled Kalainis to her place, forcing her to stand behind him. "You are to keep quiet and do what I ask here." The dance started and Legolas pulled Kalainis to sit down on one of his knees. He started to stroke her cheek as she continued to watch the dancing. Legolas kissed her and she allowed it, her hand coming to rest on the his hand that was on the table. The hand stroking her cheek went down to the clasps on her tunic, and started undoing them. She grasped his hand and broke the kiss. "No, please. Don't. Not here." "You're mine. You can't tell me no....you are the slave!" Legolas said, grabbing her hands. She started to struggle and whimpered in pain as Legolas started kissing her brutally. His guests stopped what they were doing to look at the two. "Take him to his chambers and lock him in there." The guards came forward and started dragging her to her champber. She looked at him with wide, begging eyes. "Don't look at me like that!" Legolas screamed, slapping her face. She held back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes as she was dragged away. ~~~ End of Chapter 2.