All right everyone; on we go--sorry, this part is a little late! Non-vivid rape and drug use in this one, just so you know!

Chapter 17--Taken

Legolas realized he was still nude. Shaking his head, he looked for his clothes. His shirt was ruined, but his leggings were all right. He pulled them on then sat down again. He glanced at his unconscious tormentor. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do. He would never kill a helpless victim though she deserved it.

Two hours passed and Legolas was half asleep when he heard a moan. Deirdre stirred, trying to touch her head. Her eyes opened fast when she realized she couldn't move. Legolas stood and moved to her side where he could see him, toying with the dagger.

"You made a mistake by not killing me, golden one. You will be sorry," Deirdre hissed.

"I could easily remedy that. How do you like the taste of your own medicine? It is not so amusing now, is it?" Legolas asked.

Deirdre silently cursed herself for underestimating the Elf. She forced herself to leer at him. "This way I am ready to take you," she smirked.

Legolas punched her in the stomach, driving the breath out of her. "You are not in the position to take anyone," he sneered. He turned away from her disdainfully and began to look around the room.

Deirdre began trying to free her hands. The knots were well done, but she was skilled at escaping bonds. Her consort would be in for a surprise. She smirked as she felt the bonds loosen.

Legolas paused by the window and gazed out for a long moment before walking back over. Just as he reached her side someone knocked at the door. Legolas brought the dagger to her throat. "Tell them to go away," he hissed.

"Just a moment!" Deirdre called. Suddenly her hand clamped shut on Legolas' wrist and twisted.

Legolas cried out sharply in pain and the dagger fell from his hand then he was yanked forward and Deirdre's fist crashed into his temple. His world shattered into darkness as he fell.

Deirdre freed herself completely and shrugged into a robe before going to the door. She opened it. "What is it?" she asked.

The servant bowed and offered her a dark blue vial. "I brought what you requested, Queen Deirdre," he said.

Deirdre took it. "You may go," she said and closed the door. She walked back over and picked up the dagger. Seizing Legolas by the hair, she dragged him onto the bed. She opened the vial and poured the contents down his throat before stripping him again. She took off her robe and joined him in the bed.

Legolas groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. He opened his eyes to see Deirdre leaning over him. Suddenly she was kissing him hungrily. Legolas' entire body jerked as her hands moved over him. The slightest touch seared him.

Deirdre pulled back. "Hello, golden one. It is time to start on those heirs I mentioned. I gave you an aphrodisiac. It will make you a little more pliable. You will not have the will to stop me now, so relax and enjoy it" she whispered.

Legolas opened his mouth to protest, but didn't get a chance as she started kissing him again. Her hands moved over him, touch, stroking, and pinching. He cried out in a mixture of protest and pleasure.

Finally it was over. Deirdre rolled to his side and drew him to her. "You are beautiful when you are in the throes of passion, my golden treasure," she whispered. "Our children will be the most beautiful in Tyr Gyleth."

"I hate you. I wish I had killed you when I had the chance," Legolas panted.

"You will be punished for that little stunt tomorrow. Sleep now. You will need all your strength," Deirdre said. She drew him to her, making sure he was pinned so he couldn't get loose.

Legolas found he didn't have the strength to fight her. He slipped helplessly into reverie though he fought to stay awake….

So what did you think? This ok? I wasn't sure! R/R please!!!