Dreamingfifi--stop reading my mind!! There's definitely going to be an oopsie, count on it!!

Chapter 14--Dinner Is Served

The gathering was in full swing and the ballroom was packed. Legolas was tired and getting angry. He gritted his teeth when Arathorn ran his hand along the outside of his thigh. He'd been standing at the King's side for two hours and the King kept pawing him.

Arathorn's hand moved to Legolas' left buttock and squeezed firmly. "You are a beautiful creature, fair one," he said. "Perhaps I will have you join me in my bedchamber tonight."

Legolas frowned then barely bit back a yelp as he was pulled into Arathorn's lap. He tensed, getting ready to struggle for freedom.

Arathorn felt him tense. "Do not, accept my touch or some one will suffer," he whispered. "Or perhaps die for it."

Defeated, Legolas forced himself to relax. He felt eyes on him and glanced around. He saw a woman dressed in warrior's garb watching from the other side of the room. Hope surged through him. Syri!! he thought then he realized it wasn't her. This woman had black hair and unusual amber eyes.

Arathorn caught his chin and turned his head so Legolas was facing him. "Open for me, little one and do not even think of biting this time," he warned. His mouth came down on his.

Legolas opened his mouth and fought back a gag as Arathorn thrust his tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch. Legolas could feel many eyes on them and he had never been so humiliated.

Arathorn ended the kiss, but his eyes glittered in triumph. "Go fetch me a plate of food and a goblet of wine, pet," he ordered.

Grateful for a chance to put some distance between them, Legolas stood and headed for the table where appetizers and wine had been set. He took as long as he dared getting the food and wine then reluctantly returned to Arathorn.

Arathorn squeezed Legolas' buttock again more boldly. "You may feed me, little one," he smirked.

It was too much. Emotions churned in Legolas, fear of what Arathorn might force him into, humiliation at his constant fondling and anger at his own helplessness then everything burst free. Eyes blazing, Legolas flung the plate into Arathorn's lap and tossed the contents of the goblet directly into Arathorn's face. "Feed yourself, you damned pervert!!" he snarled.

Arathorn's face purpled with rage. "Little bastard! How dare you?!" he yelled and he lashed out with his fist.

The blow caught Legolas painfully in the mouth and sent him reeling. He fell to the floor in a tangled heap, mouth bleeding.

Arathorn stood, clothes splattered with food and wine running down his face. He grabbed Legolas by the hair, hauled him to his feet then dragged him from the room.

The grip on his hair hurt, but Legolas refused to cry out as he was dragged roughly through the hall. He realized that they were headed towards the royal chambers and that worried him.

Arathorn shoved Legolas into the room and followed yelling for servants. After the servants had helped him wash and change into clean clothes Arathorn glared at Legolas. "I suppose restraints are in order, pity I had hoped you would learn to accept my touch, even enjoy it," he said. "Until later, little one." He left and gestured to two guards. "Prepare him for me, I will return later. Do not damage him if it can be avoided," he ordered then walked off.

The two guards watched him go until he was out of sight then entered the chamber to carry out his orders. No one realized someone had been watching and listening to the whole thing.

The she warrior stepped from the cover of the shadows, glancing at the door as sounds of a struggle came through faintly then she walked hurriedly away. She had a lot of things to think about and to do this night.

Legolas struggled against the shackles that bound him securely to the bed, but they refused to give an inch. He went limp and tried to mentally prepare himself for what was going to happen. I lived through this once; I can do so again, he thought. He was still clothed much to his relief, no doubt so Arathorn could have the pleasure of stripping him. Legolas shuddered, the King's touch sickened him and he wondered if he could bear it. Hours passed, but it was still to soon when the door opened and Arathorn entered.

Arathorn smiled at Legolas then closed and locked the door. He took off his crown and set it on a stand before coming over beside the bed. He looked down at Legolas in a predatory manner. "Do you realize how tempting you are? How unearthly beautiful you are? Anyone would kill to possess you," he said and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Now I will claim my prize."

Legolas closed his eyes in despair as Arathorn reached for him, praying for strength…

So who's the strange woman? You'll have to wait and see!! R/R please!!!!!