Title: Out of the Safety of the Wood
Authors: No Tears, with a considerable amount of help from Dollrandir
Summary: Making their way back into Mirkwood, Legolas and Naruhitu are attacked, and
Legolas is taken captive while Naruhitu is left for death.
Rating: R
Warning: Violence/torture, bdsm, rape, and all that good stuff. I've decided to go further into this
fic and explore the realm where Legolas is in a non-consensual Master/Slave relationship.
Eventual slash! Though nothing really graphic will be placed in this version of the story, as I must
heed the rating rules of FF.net. But, if there is a more graphic version of a chapter and you wish
to read it, I will be placing the website for it up when the time comes.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything made by Tolkien! Naruhitu, however, belongs to Dollrandir.
All the other icky bad guys are mine!
No Tears' Notes: This is a SHORT chapter! It will undoubtedly be the shortest chapter I ever
write, so have no fear!
Part 2: Secured
Legolas fought the urge to moan as he was thrust back into the conscious world with a huge wave
of discomfort. Blinking dulled and confused eyes, the prince found himself surrounded in total
darkness. He was lying curled on his side, and his body couldn't quite seem to follow the orders
of his hazy mind as he tried to move. Whatever he was lying on was cold and hard, and he
thought he could feel it moving. Or maybe it was just that the world would not spinning; he
couldn't tell.
The floor beneath him suddenly gave a jerk up and then down, causing him to accidentally smack
the side of his head onto the hard surface when it came down. He gave a sharp gasp at the impact
and sudden harsh pain, then shut his eyes tightly and groaned as the fire spread through his mind.
Well, now I know that wherever I am is moving, Legolas thought as he forced his eyes open again
to get a better idea of what was going on. That bit of pain had further spurred his mind into
control, and he could almost force his lax limbs to move.
As his eyes cleared even more, he could make out dark bars surrounding him in what looked like
a small cage. Over the cage it appeared a blanket of some sort had been draped, obscuring the
outside world from his vision while plunging his into almost pitch black.
A great surge of alarm filled the prince, and he immediately tried to rise. To his further anxiety, he
found his wrists had been bound tightly behind him with strong manacles, and a similar pair were
restraining his legs at the ankles. A strip of leather had been wrapped around his mouth, tying it
shut tightly. The prince felt his heart begin to hammer in his chest and tried to call out, finding the
leather to be an effective gag that allowed no great amount of sound to escape him. He tested his
restraints, and the adrenaline in his system aided in his strength, but no amount of struggling could
release him from the tight bonds.
Closing his eyes briefly, the prince opened them again as he tried to remember what had occurred
to lead to this. It all came flooding back to him: the man cursing at Naruhitu, him striking the fool
to the ground and then the ensuing chase that ended in them surrounded and his eventual loss of
consciousness. The pain he had felt in his head before had significantly decreased, and he could
guess that all he had was a mild concussion from the blow to the head he'd received.
But where was Naruhitu? His thoughts suddenly went surging by as he tried to find any memory
of his companion after the nets and the blackness. His concern grew, until he was nearly frantic
with worry for his friend. The worst part of it was he was helpless to find anything out at the
moment. All he could do was wait.
And so wait he did.
**********
"Come on, Elfling, you can do better than that!"
Naruhitu groaned as another kick was aimed at his abdomen, causing him to curl into a fetal
position in order to protect himself. About six men stood around him in a circle, each taking turns
in beating him as he lay helpless in the dirt with his arms bound behind him. This activity had been
going on for about ten minutes now, with the men showing no signs of letting up in either their
harsh blows or excessive taunts and jeers.
A kick to his left eye had caused it to swell almost immediately, making him rely almost entirely
on his right eye for his vision. Not that there was much he wished to see; the maliciously grinning
faces of the cruel men towering over him had made him cringe more than once already. And even
his right eye's sight was becoming blurry due to unshed tears.
A hard fist crunched into his jaw, and he let out a muffled grunt. Boots smashed into his ribs and
stomach, and he bit back a wail as one of them managed to find an area that had already contained
a broken rib. His face contorting into a grimace, Naruhitu took shallow, wheezing breaths in
through his clenched teeth as he tried his best to endure the pain. The men around him continued
to laugh.
"Looks like this one's almost finished, boys." one of the men chuckled, his harsh baritone grating
on the dark haired Elf's hearing.
Stifling another moan that was beginning to make its way up his throat, Naruhitu shook his dark
hair out of his eyes to turn wary and pain-filled eyes on his captors. If they were going to kill him,
then he was going to watch them as they did it and not avert his eyes like the coward he had acted
so far.
He had seen them throw an unconscious and bound Legolas into a cage in the back of a wagon
just before his beating had started. There had been several men, women and children in what
looked like one giant caravan. One of the men had grabbed a thick, dark layer of cloth and thrown
it over the cage in which Legolas had been imprisoned, perfectly camouflaging it. Anyone who
would pass would think it was merely a box covered in a cloth, not a small prison for an Elven
prince.
The younger Elf had cursed at the men and yelled at them to set Legolas free, but they had only
laughed at him. He had lowered his head in shame, and tears of frustration and despair welled up,
but he would not allow himself to cry. To do so would be submitting himself even further to even
lower indignity. Yet he could not bring himself to fight anymore, even when the caravan-like
group had begun moving away, along with Legolas, who he could not even see. He had just stood
there, his eyes desperate, but his body unmoving. Once the group had gotten a fair distance ahead,
he had been thrown to the grown and that was when the beating had started.
As the sun's rays shone down on him now, he resisted the urge to cry out his anguish. Who knew
what penalties Legolas was going to suffer for his stupidity. And as for himself...well, he was to
die in the dirt, wallowing in self shame and despair for a comrade. He could think of hardly any
worse fates than these.
He wished Legolas was there. At least if he had been then he would be able to lend some of his
strength so Naruhitu would not be so terrified of death. Biting down on his tongue as a sob
threatened to break from him, the Elf cursed himself and his cowardice. Even when it was Legolas
who was in most desperate need now he still thought of himself. Maybe he deserved this.
One of the men smiled cruelly down at him, taking a blunt club from his belt and raising it above
the bound Elf. He swung down, missing the raven haired Elf's head and landing a blow to his
shoulder. Naruhitu could not suppress the smothered yelp that escaped him as his shoulder
protested painfully to this treatment. This just amused those around him.
"C'mon, Turkan!" one of the men laughed. "You are the most blind fool I've ever known. Hit his
head!"
The man named Turkan turned slight red with embarrassment, but raised the club again. Naruhitu
fought the urge to close his eyes, silently giving a prayer to Elbereth for Legolas's safety. The
club swung down, hitting his skull with a deafening crack, and then it was over.
**********
The wagon had stopped.
Legolas strained his ears, listening intently for anything that would indicate movement on the
outside. There were several things that did, actually, but he had earlier learned that these were
merely people walking alongside wherever he was. If they knew that he was trapped inside here,
then they payed him no heed. What he was listening for now, was any sign that someone was
approaching where he was imprisoned.
He finally caught the sound of footsteps crunching gravel underfoot, and when they got close he
heard the rustle of the fabric as the veil over his confinement was removed. Quickly closing his
eyes before it was completely taken away, the prince tried to give off the deceptive air that he was
yet unconscious. He could feel the presence of the man who had removed the blanket behind him,
and he knew that was where the man currently stood, watching him. The warm sunlight felt nice
on the Elf's skin, and he longed to open his eyes to gaze at the sun herself.
A loud human voice sounded out then, and he made himself be still. "See here, this Elfling thinks
he's smart!" There were a few chuckles, and then someone roughly grabbed a fistful of his hair,
shaking his head slightly. "Open your eyes! I know you're awake; I heard the clink of your chains
while up front."
Resigning himself for the moment, Legolas clenched his bound hands in slight anger and opened
his eyes.
"There's a good lad." the voice said, and his head was wrenched so that he was forced to turn and
look up into the face of his apparent captor.
He was a doughty man with a red beard that framed his face in lines of thin stubble, and his long
auburn hair was tied back with a black strip of cloth. Keen, dark, apathetic eyes ran over
Legolas's body, checking that the Elf was still secured. Any questions that would have spilled
forth from Legolas's mouth were kept restrained behind the tight leather encircling his head. All
he could do was glare in mute anger at the man, who was not even making eye contact with him
at the moment as his eyes lingered on the curves of his prisoner's body.
"You'd best keep your pretty words in your throat." the man said then, his gruff voice low as his
eyes came back to lock onto Legolas's. "As long as you're in my care, you'll remain gagged. I've
worked with Elves ere now, and I know the nature of their voices. They can sway the hearts of
their captors. Or, at least, that's the case with my men, bloody weaklings that they are." The man
seemed to be speaking more to himself than Legolas now. "They've been the cause of four
escapes this year. I'm not going to have another one, especially when the price for one of your
kind is being payed by a rather wealthy man."
Legolas tried to draw his head back when the man brought a hand up to cup his chin. The hand
still fisted in his hair tightened, and he winced and ceased his struggles. The man's eyes looked
deeply into his, and then a smile formed on the other's face.
"I can see the wildfire searing in your eyes." The fingers on his chin clenched harder, causing the
man's short nails to dig into his skin. "I don't take kindly to bad attitudes around here, Elfling. I
tell you now that should you get on my bad side, the outcome will be excruciating for you. I've
dealt with your kind before, so don't think I am unaware of what it takes to make an Elf scream."
Legolas's glare did not waver, and he did not outwardly show the inner fear that was growing
within him. The man held his eyes for a moment more, before releasing his chin and using the
hand that was still in his hair to pull him back to the position he had been lying in. The blanket
was once more placed over the cage, leaving Legolas in darkness.
"We continue on until nightfall," the man's voice boomed. "Then we make camp. If I catch
anyone messing around with the prisoner, they'll have to deal with me."
Authors: No Tears, with a considerable amount of help from Dollrandir
Summary: Making their way back into Mirkwood, Legolas and Naruhitu are attacked, and
Legolas is taken captive while Naruhitu is left for death.
Rating: R
Warning: Violence/torture, bdsm, rape, and all that good stuff. I've decided to go further into this
fic and explore the realm where Legolas is in a non-consensual Master/Slave relationship.
Eventual slash! Though nothing really graphic will be placed in this version of the story, as I must
heed the rating rules of FF.net. But, if there is a more graphic version of a chapter and you wish
to read it, I will be placing the website for it up when the time comes.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything made by Tolkien! Naruhitu, however, belongs to Dollrandir.
All the other icky bad guys are mine!
No Tears' Notes: This is a SHORT chapter! It will undoubtedly be the shortest chapter I ever
write, so have no fear!
Part 2: Secured
Legolas fought the urge to moan as he was thrust back into the conscious world with a huge wave
of discomfort. Blinking dulled and confused eyes, the prince found himself surrounded in total
darkness. He was lying curled on his side, and his body couldn't quite seem to follow the orders
of his hazy mind as he tried to move. Whatever he was lying on was cold and hard, and he
thought he could feel it moving. Or maybe it was just that the world would not spinning; he
couldn't tell.
The floor beneath him suddenly gave a jerk up and then down, causing him to accidentally smack
the side of his head onto the hard surface when it came down. He gave a sharp gasp at the impact
and sudden harsh pain, then shut his eyes tightly and groaned as the fire spread through his mind.
Well, now I know that wherever I am is moving, Legolas thought as he forced his eyes open again
to get a better idea of what was going on. That bit of pain had further spurred his mind into
control, and he could almost force his lax limbs to move.
As his eyes cleared even more, he could make out dark bars surrounding him in what looked like
a small cage. Over the cage it appeared a blanket of some sort had been draped, obscuring the
outside world from his vision while plunging his into almost pitch black.
A great surge of alarm filled the prince, and he immediately tried to rise. To his further anxiety, he
found his wrists had been bound tightly behind him with strong manacles, and a similar pair were
restraining his legs at the ankles. A strip of leather had been wrapped around his mouth, tying it
shut tightly. The prince felt his heart begin to hammer in his chest and tried to call out, finding the
leather to be an effective gag that allowed no great amount of sound to escape him. He tested his
restraints, and the adrenaline in his system aided in his strength, but no amount of struggling could
release him from the tight bonds.
Closing his eyes briefly, the prince opened them again as he tried to remember what had occurred
to lead to this. It all came flooding back to him: the man cursing at Naruhitu, him striking the fool
to the ground and then the ensuing chase that ended in them surrounded and his eventual loss of
consciousness. The pain he had felt in his head before had significantly decreased, and he could
guess that all he had was a mild concussion from the blow to the head he'd received.
But where was Naruhitu? His thoughts suddenly went surging by as he tried to find any memory
of his companion after the nets and the blackness. His concern grew, until he was nearly frantic
with worry for his friend. The worst part of it was he was helpless to find anything out at the
moment. All he could do was wait.
And so wait he did.
**********
"Come on, Elfling, you can do better than that!"
Naruhitu groaned as another kick was aimed at his abdomen, causing him to curl into a fetal
position in order to protect himself. About six men stood around him in a circle, each taking turns
in beating him as he lay helpless in the dirt with his arms bound behind him. This activity had been
going on for about ten minutes now, with the men showing no signs of letting up in either their
harsh blows or excessive taunts and jeers.
A kick to his left eye had caused it to swell almost immediately, making him rely almost entirely
on his right eye for his vision. Not that there was much he wished to see; the maliciously grinning
faces of the cruel men towering over him had made him cringe more than once already. And even
his right eye's sight was becoming blurry due to unshed tears.
A hard fist crunched into his jaw, and he let out a muffled grunt. Boots smashed into his ribs and
stomach, and he bit back a wail as one of them managed to find an area that had already contained
a broken rib. His face contorting into a grimace, Naruhitu took shallow, wheezing breaths in
through his clenched teeth as he tried his best to endure the pain. The men around him continued
to laugh.
"Looks like this one's almost finished, boys." one of the men chuckled, his harsh baritone grating
on the dark haired Elf's hearing.
Stifling another moan that was beginning to make its way up his throat, Naruhitu shook his dark
hair out of his eyes to turn wary and pain-filled eyes on his captors. If they were going to kill him,
then he was going to watch them as they did it and not avert his eyes like the coward he had acted
so far.
He had seen them throw an unconscious and bound Legolas into a cage in the back of a wagon
just before his beating had started. There had been several men, women and children in what
looked like one giant caravan. One of the men had grabbed a thick, dark layer of cloth and thrown
it over the cage in which Legolas had been imprisoned, perfectly camouflaging it. Anyone who
would pass would think it was merely a box covered in a cloth, not a small prison for an Elven
prince.
The younger Elf had cursed at the men and yelled at them to set Legolas free, but they had only
laughed at him. He had lowered his head in shame, and tears of frustration and despair welled up,
but he would not allow himself to cry. To do so would be submitting himself even further to even
lower indignity. Yet he could not bring himself to fight anymore, even when the caravan-like
group had begun moving away, along with Legolas, who he could not even see. He had just stood
there, his eyes desperate, but his body unmoving. Once the group had gotten a fair distance ahead,
he had been thrown to the grown and that was when the beating had started.
As the sun's rays shone down on him now, he resisted the urge to cry out his anguish. Who knew
what penalties Legolas was going to suffer for his stupidity. And as for himself...well, he was to
die in the dirt, wallowing in self shame and despair for a comrade. He could think of hardly any
worse fates than these.
He wished Legolas was there. At least if he had been then he would be able to lend some of his
strength so Naruhitu would not be so terrified of death. Biting down on his tongue as a sob
threatened to break from him, the Elf cursed himself and his cowardice. Even when it was Legolas
who was in most desperate need now he still thought of himself. Maybe he deserved this.
One of the men smiled cruelly down at him, taking a blunt club from his belt and raising it above
the bound Elf. He swung down, missing the raven haired Elf's head and landing a blow to his
shoulder. Naruhitu could not suppress the smothered yelp that escaped him as his shoulder
protested painfully to this treatment. This just amused those around him.
"C'mon, Turkan!" one of the men laughed. "You are the most blind fool I've ever known. Hit his
head!"
The man named Turkan turned slight red with embarrassment, but raised the club again. Naruhitu
fought the urge to close his eyes, silently giving a prayer to Elbereth for Legolas's safety. The
club swung down, hitting his skull with a deafening crack, and then it was over.
**********
The wagon had stopped.
Legolas strained his ears, listening intently for anything that would indicate movement on the
outside. There were several things that did, actually, but he had earlier learned that these were
merely people walking alongside wherever he was. If they knew that he was trapped inside here,
then they payed him no heed. What he was listening for now, was any sign that someone was
approaching where he was imprisoned.
He finally caught the sound of footsteps crunching gravel underfoot, and when they got close he
heard the rustle of the fabric as the veil over his confinement was removed. Quickly closing his
eyes before it was completely taken away, the prince tried to give off the deceptive air that he was
yet unconscious. He could feel the presence of the man who had removed the blanket behind him,
and he knew that was where the man currently stood, watching him. The warm sunlight felt nice
on the Elf's skin, and he longed to open his eyes to gaze at the sun herself.
A loud human voice sounded out then, and he made himself be still. "See here, this Elfling thinks
he's smart!" There were a few chuckles, and then someone roughly grabbed a fistful of his hair,
shaking his head slightly. "Open your eyes! I know you're awake; I heard the clink of your chains
while up front."
Resigning himself for the moment, Legolas clenched his bound hands in slight anger and opened
his eyes.
"There's a good lad." the voice said, and his head was wrenched so that he was forced to turn and
look up into the face of his apparent captor.
He was a doughty man with a red beard that framed his face in lines of thin stubble, and his long
auburn hair was tied back with a black strip of cloth. Keen, dark, apathetic eyes ran over
Legolas's body, checking that the Elf was still secured. Any questions that would have spilled
forth from Legolas's mouth were kept restrained behind the tight leather encircling his head. All
he could do was glare in mute anger at the man, who was not even making eye contact with him
at the moment as his eyes lingered on the curves of his prisoner's body.
"You'd best keep your pretty words in your throat." the man said then, his gruff voice low as his
eyes came back to lock onto Legolas's. "As long as you're in my care, you'll remain gagged. I've
worked with Elves ere now, and I know the nature of their voices. They can sway the hearts of
their captors. Or, at least, that's the case with my men, bloody weaklings that they are." The man
seemed to be speaking more to himself than Legolas now. "They've been the cause of four
escapes this year. I'm not going to have another one, especially when the price for one of your
kind is being payed by a rather wealthy man."
Legolas tried to draw his head back when the man brought a hand up to cup his chin. The hand
still fisted in his hair tightened, and he winced and ceased his struggles. The man's eyes looked
deeply into his, and then a smile formed on the other's face.
"I can see the wildfire searing in your eyes." The fingers on his chin clenched harder, causing the
man's short nails to dig into his skin. "I don't take kindly to bad attitudes around here, Elfling. I
tell you now that should you get on my bad side, the outcome will be excruciating for you. I've
dealt with your kind before, so don't think I am unaware of what it takes to make an Elf scream."
Legolas's glare did not waver, and he did not outwardly show the inner fear that was growing
within him. The man held his eyes for a moment more, before releasing his chin and using the
hand that was still in his hair to pull him back to the position he had been lying in. The blanket
was once more placed over the cage, leaving Legolas in darkness.
"We continue on until nightfall," the man's voice boomed. "Then we make camp. If I catch
anyone messing around with the prisoner, they'll have to deal with me."