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.
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: Back again with another post! And also a warning that the next chapter may
very well take longer to get out, since I will be leaving for two weeks to my grandmother's house,
without any computer contact. I'll be leaving most of the next chapter in Dollrandir's hands
(Legolas is going to be in for it, if she's doing the entire thing) and though she enjoys writing this
story, she does have others that she needs to work on that she's going to get her throat ripped out
for if she doesn't update. (Shameless plug: The Cycles of Life). Oh, and, we're nearing the
chapters where I will be changing scenes so that they are not so graphic, but if you want to read
the graphic versions, they will most likely be archived in the website I will have posted on my bio,
because it won't show up on this for some reason.
The website is called Legolas in Chains, and is a newly made fanfic and fanart archive where our
favorite Elf is dominated by others. The first three chapters of "Out of the Safety..." are already
up, but you have to wait until chapter 5 for the chapters to be any different from the ones here on
FF.net. That's all I wanted to say...now on with the chapter!
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Part 4: Welcome to Hell
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The moment he had seen him, Faregon's lust had escalated so high that it took him an unusual
amount of will to try and contain it. He knew that the evidence of it would be quite clear to the
other men around him, but he could care less, for they too, were gazing at the Elf in a very much
similar fashion.
MY Elf, he reminded himself, a little dazed by the realization that this creature was now under his
power.
Truth be told, he had not expected Dantar to successfully catch one of the royal Elves, for if they
were not being constantly protected by at least a battalion of their own kind, they were often
extremely resourceful and awesome fighters. A group of his own men had tried capturing some of
the common ones on their own, but when they waylaid the creatures they soon found the tables
had turned when the Elves proved to be much swifter and stronger than they had imagined.
Several of the men came back wounded, and two did not return at all. The Elves, however, were
neither killed nor badly wounded, and had fled the men as soon as they safely had the chance to
do so. Faregon had heard rumors of a man who could catch Elves, and had eagerly hired him once
he found the rumors were true. Dantar had been all too happy to help when he found what the
sum of the reward would be.
And it had worked. It had actually worked. Before him now was an actual member of a royal
family of Elves. The youngest prince of Mirkwood, if he remembered correctly.
The Elf was currently glaring at him with eyes that were astonishingly bright. They had taken
Faregon's breath away the moment he had seen them. The face was all too beautiful, and the man
knew that the area concealed by the gag would be no different. And the body, oh, the body. Built
with lean muscles and giving forth a feel of exhilarating hidden strength. Another thrill shot
through Faregon as he thought of having that power under his control, of seeing bared and
shaking muscles strain to break free of bonds, first in anger, and then eventually in fear. The man
exhaled rather harshly as he saw this image in his mind, and he realized how badly he wanted to
begin.
Looking up at the men yet in the room with him and resting his eyes on the one who had caught
the Elf, the man named Dantar. Although the man possessed large muscles and was more built
than the slave before him, he was quite fair in his own dark way. Faregon himself was powerfully
built as well, and he longed to test his own strength against the Elf's. He was not one to use
guards to help him with dealing with slaves. If indeed, however, the Elf was as powerful as some
of the rumors suggested, he knew it would be prudent to have at least some help. Dantar had
explained to him earlier that he would help break and train the Elf if need be, and though Faregon
had simply said that he would think about it, he knew that Dantar was already aware of what his
decision was to be.
"Oh, pardon me, where are my manners?" Lord Faregon said then, realizing that he had been
gazing at the Elf for an extended period of time and yet not feeling any shame from the gazes
directed at him. "I am Lord Faregon, Prince Legolas. I think I shall get straight to the point and
say that if you expect to enjoy your stay here, it would be intelligent for you to address me as
either Lord or Master." He smiled at the rebellion that came forth from the golden haired beauty's
eyes at these words. "I am the master and you the slave. Any disobedience shown to my wishes is
punishable, and you may do nothing without at first having my permission." His smile grew wider.
"I understand that these terms seem unreasonable to you now, but I guarantee that after this first
week you will be feeling much more compliant to my desires. It will be your only wish to please
me."
The Elf made a sort of protesting noise behind the gag, shaking his head once as his eyes gazed
into Faregon's, bitter hatred brimming in their depths. Faregon held them for as long as he could,
and once forced to look away he caught Dantar's eye. The black haired man's green eyes
narrowed at the other and he nodded in approval.
"Take my slave to my quarters. I need to finish a few items of importance, so make sure he is
comfortable for the time being. When I return to my room I am going to have a little talk for him,
and then training shall begin."
Dantar's eyebrows seemed to rise in question, but he simply motioned for the two men who had
followed him in to help him move the prince out. As he was grabbed, Legolas thrashed so
furiously the men had to give him more than a few hard blows to get his hostility at least
somewhat under control. The Elf's eyes stayed on Faregon as he was pulled up and dragged
harshly out of the throne room.
As the door to his working chambers closed, the Lord of Corvar's smile vanished as he turned to
begin working on pressing matters that required his attention.
Visible through a window, the storm outside raged harder than ever.
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Lord Faregon's robes rustled softly as his long legs carried him down the halls towards his
sleeping quarters at a fast walking pace. He had been distracted more than a few times from his
work as he thought of what would be waiting for him in his rooms. It was exceptionally hard to
concentrate on trade agreements when as filled with sexual frustration as he was at the time. He
had kept on glancing impatiently up at the door, as if expecting something to happen, and when
nothing would he'd sigh expressively and get back to his work.
Now that he was finished, he could focus on matters involving his own personal pleasure.
Goosebumps trailed on his body as he felt excitement rush up and down his back.
Once coming to it, he placed his ear against a greatly furnished wooden door bearing an engraving
of a falcon on it. Passing through the wood he could hear sounds of struggling and muffled
grunting. His loins began to tighten, and a heated feeling surged through his body. Breathing in
deeply so as to get his desires under control, Faregon placed a hand on the handle of the door and
slowly pushed it open.
The sight that greeted him first was the large, four post bed lavishly decorated with dark red silk
blankets and soft pillows. Next to this bed sat a table, upon which were bottles of various
expensive drinks. Another door stood across from him, one that led to his bathing chambers. But
what caught his immediate attention upon observing these was his newly acquired slave, who was
sitting in a large wooden chair. From the chair extended iron wrought restraints which fastened
the prince's wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the front two legs. There was also a
larger metal cuff that locked firmly around the Elf's chest, holding him tightly to the back of the
chair. There was still a piece of leather remaining over the captive's mouth, preventing speech.
Eyes that seemed a mirror image of raging storm clouds glared at him, seeming to dig right into
his mind and soul. The Elven prince was not moving at the moment, but the fine sheen of sweat
that covered his forehead laid claim to the furious struggling that had taken place moments before.
Laregon looked upon the creature with wonder and undisguised desire. The Elf would be so
wonderful once properly trained. He knew that the training and resulting breaking would not be
easy nor would it come quickly, but he was little bothered by this. If the Elf made him too
frustrated, he could do whatever he liked to the doomed being.
His lust grew and he felt the evidence of it against his breeches. Sneering, the man moved over to
the bound Elven prince, towering over him in order to establish his dominance. The creature's
eyes showed no sign of fear, and his only reaction was to tilt his head slightly and clench his
bound hands. Leaning down, Faregon removed the gag from his slave's face and continued to
scrutinize him. When no words ensued from the Elf's mouth, he moved over to the table nearby
and inspected the several pitchers of wine that lay there. His back was to his captive, but the
intensity of the Elven gaze made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He smiled to himself.
"Legolas. I hear that is what they call you where you come from." he said, his rich baritone
making a little echo in the once silent room. The Elf stayed sullenly silent. Turning around, the
man looked pointedly at the golden haired being. "Is this true? I have heard it is, but I would want
it to be confirmed by a more knowing source."
The Elf's eyes were now unreadable, and no words from him seemed to be forthcoming. A flash
of anger briefly ran through Faregon at his slave's insolence, and he stalked over to where the Elf
was restrained. He grasped the prince's chin firmly before the Elf could react, and tilted his head
up, causing the Elf to glare fiercely.
"You will soon find that being silent when spoken to is a punishable offense."
"Offense?" the Elf spoke finally, his bright eyes narrowing. "Who are you to speak of offenses
when it is I who have been stolen from my kingdom and enslaved as such?"
"'Twas no fault of mine that you were seen as the easiest to capture of the royal Elves." Faregon
said, his dark eyebrows raising up. "Nor that you were stupid enough to be lured into that
captivity."
Legolas's eyes blazed and he jerked angrily against his bonds, but they held him securely. "Not
even the swiftest of my kin would have been able to defend against an ambush of that great a
number."
"And that, my slave, is also no fault of mine." Faregon said with a smile, before moving back to
his wine. He picked up a pitcher and began to pour its contents into a glass. "So, are you going to
speak or would it be better if I simply kept you gagged all of the time?"
Legolas fought back a growl in his throat at this. He did not wish to give in easily to his captor,
and he knew that in the long run he would not. But he did not wish to be gagged again if it could
be avoided with little difficulty. "I do not know what pleasure you hope to derive from my
enslavement." he said, watching as the man lifted the glass to his lips and sipped the liquid within.
"Elven slaves are a rarity, as I'm sure you've heard. Royal ones are virtually unheard of. I simply
wished to have a precious jewel such as you for myself. Oh, there is great pleasure I can beget
from this, my young prince. Very much." His eyes when he turned back to Legolas were darkened
with desire.
Legolas's brow furrowed for a moment, but he understood clearly what the man meant. Faregon
moved back over to where the Elf sat and placed his hands on the prince's forearms, leaning
forward until his face was inches away from his captive's. "I shall thoroughly enjoy this."
With that the man crashed his lips into the Elf's in a powerful and dominating kiss. Legolas's eyes
widened and he gave a muffled cry of outrage which only served to allow the man's tongue
entrance into his mouth. The hinges of Legolas's open jaw were gripped with a powerful hand to
prevent him from biting down upon the tongue that was exploring the contours of the Elf's
mouth. He fought to throw the man off, but bound as he was the effort went unsuccessful. He
tried hard to close his jaw, to bite down on the unwanted intruder, but the man's hand was strong
and the Elf's eyes began filling with tears at the pain as he stubbornly refused to give up the fight.
When Faregon finally drew away, Legolas was panting in fury, his eyes hard. The man watched
the Elf try to be as subtle as possible while trying to work out the kinks in his abused jaw, to blink
the tears that resulted from the previous sharp pain back. Raising a calloused hand to the prince's
pale cheek, the man gently stroked the soft skin, loving the feel. Legolas hissed and pulled away,
breaking the contact.
"Do not touch me." he growled.
Faregon's lip curled at these words. "You have no choice in these matters." he said firmly. "And
in time you shall even grow to like it. That was but a taste of what is to come." Drawing back up
and walking over to the table, the man downed the rest of his drink. He ran his tongue over his
lips and gave Legolas a sly look. "However, I think this time I will heed you and do as you will. I
have other plans for you these first few nights. A precaution, if you will, to ensure your
obedience."
"Do not count on it." the Elf replied, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"I do more than count on it, slave." Faregon said. "I can nearly guarantee it."
Grabbing a cloth laying on the table and at the same time reaching into a pouch hanging on his
belt with his other hand, the man took out a pinch of something and smeared over the cloth. When
he began heading towards Legolas, he could see the Elf brace himself for whatever was in store.
Clever one, Faregon thought as he stood before the prince. But Faregon was in no mood for
delays at the moment as he knew that he still needed to take care of a few more things before
retiring for the night. Balling one hand into a fist, the man delivered a harsh blow to the Elf's
unprotected abdomen, and as the wind rushed from the slighter being's form he quickly placed the
cloth up to the mouth and nose. Before realizing it, Legolas inhaled sharply to regain his breath,
his eyes widening when he realized that the cloth had some sort of drug on it. Whatever action the
Elf might have taken then was too late, and Faregon smirked as the prince's eyes rolled up in his
head and he slumped against the chair and the bonds holding him to it.
Checking his slave's eyes to make sure that he was completely unconscious, Faregon placed the
cloth onto the table and moved to have his hands thoroughly washed so none of the drug would
remain on them. Once finished, he glanced once more at the unconscious prince, and then moved
to the door. Opening it, he glanced out into the hallway and called to some of his more loyal
servants. Several men and women hurried up to him at his voice, and he smiled pleasantly at their
obedience. A couple of the females even smiled shyly at him.
"The Elf is unconscious." he explained. "I have drugged him, so he will not be waking up for a
few hours. I would like for you to bathe him now and to go through all the preparations I
instructed you on in the past. Make sure everything is done efficiently."
The servants all nodded, and without needing to be told to moved into the room, releasing the Elf
and moving him to the bathing chambers. As much as Faregon wanted to see that lovely body
bare and being washed, he knew that he would have his chance soon enough. And, being a man of
great patience, he walked back towards his throne room, heading to see to another very important
person in his life.
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A few hours later...
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Faregon was immensely pleased. The servants had done their job well, and he greatly looked
forward to the days that were to come.
His new slave lay naked before him on cold, hard ground. The room they were in was quite
empty; one of the lower dungeons that Faregon had made into his home. The walls, floor, and
ceiling were made of stone, and the only exit from the room was through a door that stood behind
him. There was another door, but the way it led was not out. In fact, the door did not lead
anywhere at all but a small space cut off by a dead end. A small window was made into the door,
enabling anyone on the outside to slide open to peek at whatever was inside when it was closed.
The man's eyes lingered on the small door, before coming back to rest on his new prize. The Elf
was currently unconscious, though he showed vague signs of stirring. Faregon was mildly
surprised that the drug's effects wore off so fast on this creature, but also pleased. It would be
much sweeter if the slave was awake.
A low, muffled moan came from the being before him then, and he smirked as he watched the
slave shift slightly on the ground. Cloudy blue eyes still dumb from the drug blinked slowly, and
then raised to meet the man's. Suddenly, the eyes widened in shock as realization abruptly flooded
in their depths. Faregon watched with pleasure as Legolas tried to rise, not realizing yet that he
was restrained, then collapsed heavily to the floor in a failed attempt.
The slave then became aware of the gag in his mouth, one Faregon himself had prepared. It was a
specially devised leather ball that forced the Elf's mouth open and was tightly tied behind his head
with leather straps to prevent it from being expelled. The size of the ball was a little too big for
the Elf, but Faregon knew that his slave would be able to survive some jaw pain.
It soon became clear that Legolas did not enjoy the ball in his mouth at all, and the Elf began
working his jaw, desperately trying to force it out. Faregon cherished the flash of panic that flew
into the Elf's eyes, and the small muffled sound that made its way out from behind the gag. After
a few moments Legolas seemed to somewhat resign himself to the fact that the gag was not going
to move, no matter how hard he tried.
Eyes still overlarge with alarm, the slave turned his head to gaze at the black leather manacles
encasing his wrists and held together by a sturdy metal chain, then ran his eyes to his ankles which
were held by another pair. The chain joining the leather shackles at his legs was longer than the
ones which held his wrists, so that if he was careful he could rise and walk, but not run, and
definitely not fight. The Elf's eyes were dark with anger as they turned back to Faregon, anger
which masked any fear previously shown.
Faregon's breath had been stolen at the Elf's stoic composure being briefly broken. He wanted to
see more of that precious fear; the Elf's eyes seemed to light up and make him all the more
beautiful when it was present.
Knowing that he now had the Elf's full attention, Faregon finally spoke. "I take it you do not like
the item filling your mouth." He enjoyed the responding glare he received from the helpless slave.
"I thought not. I warn you now that it will not be the first of...unpleasantries, you will encounter
while I am your owner, should you choose to be too spirited." The Elf's face was carefully devoid
of any emotion now. "I am, however, thankful this time that you do not lack courage. That
particular type of gag had to be tested on several other slaves before we could perfect it. One
panicked too much, and in his fear stopped breathing completely, eventually suffocating to death.
For a moment I was wondering if you were to do the same."
Faregon studied the Elf for a minute, judging whether or not he would need help for this.
Considering the way the Elf was glaring at him, he knew that any attempt he might make to
handle the slave alone would be met with solid resistance. Feeling a small pang of displeasure, the
man turned and gave a shout, calling in three guards. He noted that the Elf's eyes narrowed and
that the lean body almost imperceptibly braced itself, but decided that he was going to make the
fair creature wait a few moments before giving him cause to fight.
When he had the Elf's full attention once more, Faregon spoke. "Now, I am aware that your
rebellious spirit will prompt you to disobey while in my care, but I have an effective remedy for
that."
Faregon walked passed Legolas and behind him, making the creature turn on his stomach to keep
the man in sight. Faregon made his way to the wall opposite the exit and stood next to the small
door he had been examining earlier, opening it and giving the Elf a wolfish grin.
"Ordinarily, this would be an isolation kennel for a fierce dog who it would not be safe when
housed with the others, but I found it interesting that a lithe enough being can fit in there, too. Of
course, *I* would never fit in there, no. I am far too big. On the other hand..." Faregon looked
pointedly at Legolas, knowing that he fully understood what the man was saying.
A small light of uneasiness flickered in the Elf's eyes. Faregon felt his lust rise at the sight of it,
but restrained it from going to far. He had to remind himself that it would be a few days before he
could have his pleasure with the Elf. But, Valar, he hoped he had the stamina to last that much!
He wanted very badly to run his hand over the creature's soft, milky white skin, among other
things.
Faregon glanced at the three guards in the room and they each moved over to the slave, drawing
him to his feet. One of them immediately drew a black hood over the Elf's head, tightening it
around his neck as he gave a muffled cry and began to thrash violently in the hold of the guards.
But restrained as he was, there was no way he could effectively fight them off. The tussle lasted
until one of the guards delivered a stunning blow to the back of the Elf's head, putting him in a
stilling daze for a moment.
Faregon walked over, standing before the bound Elf as he raised his head once more. He could
hear the slave's breath coming in panicky gasps through his nose, and moved his hands to rest on
either side of the hooded head. He felt the Elf tense and draw back sharply, but tightened his hold,
bringing his face so his mouth rested next to the Elf's covered ear.
"You should know now who is in control here, fair prince. Obey my orders and you will be
rewarded. Refuse, and you shall be punished. Either one is pleasurable for me, so it does not
really matter, in my opinion, which you do. I can make your stay here even a little enjoyable, if
you hearken to my wishes. But I can also make it a living hell." He felt the Elf shudder slightly.
"And now, I give you a choice. If you will obey me, kneel as soon as the guards release you,
pressing your forehead to the ground. If you do not do this...well, I think you understand very
well what shall happen." He drew back from the hooded Elf, admiring how the black fabric
contrasted with the pale skin. "It's your choice, Prince Legolas."
The Elf seemed to stiffen at the sound of his name, and the guards holding him let go, backing
away from him several paces even though it was clear that the captive was not capable of doing
serious harm. Faregon watched the Elf, standing completely still. The fair being had managed to
get his breathing under control now, even though it was clear in his stance the slight fear he was
feeling. Time seemed to have somehow frozen within the room. Legolas seemed unsure of what
to do, and Faregon was unsure himself of which he would prefer the slave to do. But, after a few
moments of not moving, the man thought that the time for deciding was over.
"Does that mean that you are not to obey?" he asked, making sure his meaning was clear in the
tone of his voice.
The Elf made no move, and Faregon gave a sigh, then motioned for the guards to take hold of the
slave. But just as the three men neared, the Elf spun around and shouldered one of them to the
ground. Angrily, the other two harshly grabbed the Elf, wrenching him back and holding him as
well as they could as the third guard raised himself from the floor to aid them. The Elf was
desperately struggling, trying to pull free and prevent this from happening. It was an ultimately
futile attempt, and with their combined strength, the guards hauled the slave over to the kennel.
Forcing him down onto his knees, they pushed him roughly into the cramped interior of the
kennel, closing the door quickly and locking it once he was inside.
Faregon moved over to the door, sliding open the small window and looking inside at his slave.
He could hear the Elf nearly hyperventilating in his tiny confinement, which caused him to sit with
his knees drawn up nearly to his chin. The man smiled, noticing how the Elf trembled.
"Welcome to hell." Faregon said, shutting the window and leaving Legolas in darkness.
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.
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: Back again with another post! And also a warning that the next chapter may
very well take longer to get out, since I will be leaving for two weeks to my grandmother's house,
without any computer contact. I'll be leaving most of the next chapter in Dollrandir's hands
(Legolas is going to be in for it, if she's doing the entire thing) and though she enjoys writing this
story, she does have others that she needs to work on that she's going to get her throat ripped out
for if she doesn't update. (Shameless plug: The Cycles of Life). Oh, and, we're nearing the
chapters where I will be changing scenes so that they are not so graphic, but if you want to read
the graphic versions, they will most likely be archived in the website I will have posted on my bio,
because it won't show up on this for some reason.
The website is called Legolas in Chains, and is a newly made fanfic and fanart archive where our
favorite Elf is dominated by others. The first three chapters of "Out of the Safety..." are already
up, but you have to wait until chapter 5 for the chapters to be any different from the ones here on
FF.net. That's all I wanted to say...now on with the chapter!
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Part 4: Welcome to Hell
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The moment he had seen him, Faregon's lust had escalated so high that it took him an unusual
amount of will to try and contain it. He knew that the evidence of it would be quite clear to the
other men around him, but he could care less, for they too, were gazing at the Elf in a very much
similar fashion.
MY Elf, he reminded himself, a little dazed by the realization that this creature was now under his
power.
Truth be told, he had not expected Dantar to successfully catch one of the royal Elves, for if they
were not being constantly protected by at least a battalion of their own kind, they were often
extremely resourceful and awesome fighters. A group of his own men had tried capturing some of
the common ones on their own, but when they waylaid the creatures they soon found the tables
had turned when the Elves proved to be much swifter and stronger than they had imagined.
Several of the men came back wounded, and two did not return at all. The Elves, however, were
neither killed nor badly wounded, and had fled the men as soon as they safely had the chance to
do so. Faregon had heard rumors of a man who could catch Elves, and had eagerly hired him once
he found the rumors were true. Dantar had been all too happy to help when he found what the
sum of the reward would be.
And it had worked. It had actually worked. Before him now was an actual member of a royal
family of Elves. The youngest prince of Mirkwood, if he remembered correctly.
The Elf was currently glaring at him with eyes that were astonishingly bright. They had taken
Faregon's breath away the moment he had seen them. The face was all too beautiful, and the man
knew that the area concealed by the gag would be no different. And the body, oh, the body. Built
with lean muscles and giving forth a feel of exhilarating hidden strength. Another thrill shot
through Faregon as he thought of having that power under his control, of seeing bared and
shaking muscles strain to break free of bonds, first in anger, and then eventually in fear. The man
exhaled rather harshly as he saw this image in his mind, and he realized how badly he wanted to
begin.
Looking up at the men yet in the room with him and resting his eyes on the one who had caught
the Elf, the man named Dantar. Although the man possessed large muscles and was more built
than the slave before him, he was quite fair in his own dark way. Faregon himself was powerfully
built as well, and he longed to test his own strength against the Elf's. He was not one to use
guards to help him with dealing with slaves. If indeed, however, the Elf was as powerful as some
of the rumors suggested, he knew it would be prudent to have at least some help. Dantar had
explained to him earlier that he would help break and train the Elf if need be, and though Faregon
had simply said that he would think about it, he knew that Dantar was already aware of what his
decision was to be.
"Oh, pardon me, where are my manners?" Lord Faregon said then, realizing that he had been
gazing at the Elf for an extended period of time and yet not feeling any shame from the gazes
directed at him. "I am Lord Faregon, Prince Legolas. I think I shall get straight to the point and
say that if you expect to enjoy your stay here, it would be intelligent for you to address me as
either Lord or Master." He smiled at the rebellion that came forth from the golden haired beauty's
eyes at these words. "I am the master and you the slave. Any disobedience shown to my wishes is
punishable, and you may do nothing without at first having my permission." His smile grew wider.
"I understand that these terms seem unreasonable to you now, but I guarantee that after this first
week you will be feeling much more compliant to my desires. It will be your only wish to please
me."
The Elf made a sort of protesting noise behind the gag, shaking his head once as his eyes gazed
into Faregon's, bitter hatred brimming in their depths. Faregon held them for as long as he could,
and once forced to look away he caught Dantar's eye. The black haired man's green eyes
narrowed at the other and he nodded in approval.
"Take my slave to my quarters. I need to finish a few items of importance, so make sure he is
comfortable for the time being. When I return to my room I am going to have a little talk for him,
and then training shall begin."
Dantar's eyebrows seemed to rise in question, but he simply motioned for the two men who had
followed him in to help him move the prince out. As he was grabbed, Legolas thrashed so
furiously the men had to give him more than a few hard blows to get his hostility at least
somewhat under control. The Elf's eyes stayed on Faregon as he was pulled up and dragged
harshly out of the throne room.
As the door to his working chambers closed, the Lord of Corvar's smile vanished as he turned to
begin working on pressing matters that required his attention.
Visible through a window, the storm outside raged harder than ever.
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Lord Faregon's robes rustled softly as his long legs carried him down the halls towards his
sleeping quarters at a fast walking pace. He had been distracted more than a few times from his
work as he thought of what would be waiting for him in his rooms. It was exceptionally hard to
concentrate on trade agreements when as filled with sexual frustration as he was at the time. He
had kept on glancing impatiently up at the door, as if expecting something to happen, and when
nothing would he'd sigh expressively and get back to his work.
Now that he was finished, he could focus on matters involving his own personal pleasure.
Goosebumps trailed on his body as he felt excitement rush up and down his back.
Once coming to it, he placed his ear against a greatly furnished wooden door bearing an engraving
of a falcon on it. Passing through the wood he could hear sounds of struggling and muffled
grunting. His loins began to tighten, and a heated feeling surged through his body. Breathing in
deeply so as to get his desires under control, Faregon placed a hand on the handle of the door and
slowly pushed it open.
The sight that greeted him first was the large, four post bed lavishly decorated with dark red silk
blankets and soft pillows. Next to this bed sat a table, upon which were bottles of various
expensive drinks. Another door stood across from him, one that led to his bathing chambers. But
what caught his immediate attention upon observing these was his newly acquired slave, who was
sitting in a large wooden chair. From the chair extended iron wrought restraints which fastened
the prince's wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the front two legs. There was also a
larger metal cuff that locked firmly around the Elf's chest, holding him tightly to the back of the
chair. There was still a piece of leather remaining over the captive's mouth, preventing speech.
Eyes that seemed a mirror image of raging storm clouds glared at him, seeming to dig right into
his mind and soul. The Elven prince was not moving at the moment, but the fine sheen of sweat
that covered his forehead laid claim to the furious struggling that had taken place moments before.
Laregon looked upon the creature with wonder and undisguised desire. The Elf would be so
wonderful once properly trained. He knew that the training and resulting breaking would not be
easy nor would it come quickly, but he was little bothered by this. If the Elf made him too
frustrated, he could do whatever he liked to the doomed being.
His lust grew and he felt the evidence of it against his breeches. Sneering, the man moved over to
the bound Elven prince, towering over him in order to establish his dominance. The creature's
eyes showed no sign of fear, and his only reaction was to tilt his head slightly and clench his
bound hands. Leaning down, Faregon removed the gag from his slave's face and continued to
scrutinize him. When no words ensued from the Elf's mouth, he moved over to the table nearby
and inspected the several pitchers of wine that lay there. His back was to his captive, but the
intensity of the Elven gaze made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He smiled to himself.
"Legolas. I hear that is what they call you where you come from." he said, his rich baritone
making a little echo in the once silent room. The Elf stayed sullenly silent. Turning around, the
man looked pointedly at the golden haired being. "Is this true? I have heard it is, but I would want
it to be confirmed by a more knowing source."
The Elf's eyes were now unreadable, and no words from him seemed to be forthcoming. A flash
of anger briefly ran through Faregon at his slave's insolence, and he stalked over to where the Elf
was restrained. He grasped the prince's chin firmly before the Elf could react, and tilted his head
up, causing the Elf to glare fiercely.
"You will soon find that being silent when spoken to is a punishable offense."
"Offense?" the Elf spoke finally, his bright eyes narrowing. "Who are you to speak of offenses
when it is I who have been stolen from my kingdom and enslaved as such?"
"'Twas no fault of mine that you were seen as the easiest to capture of the royal Elves." Faregon
said, his dark eyebrows raising up. "Nor that you were stupid enough to be lured into that
captivity."
Legolas's eyes blazed and he jerked angrily against his bonds, but they held him securely. "Not
even the swiftest of my kin would have been able to defend against an ambush of that great a
number."
"And that, my slave, is also no fault of mine." Faregon said with a smile, before moving back to
his wine. He picked up a pitcher and began to pour its contents into a glass. "So, are you going to
speak or would it be better if I simply kept you gagged all of the time?"
Legolas fought back a growl in his throat at this. He did not wish to give in easily to his captor,
and he knew that in the long run he would not. But he did not wish to be gagged again if it could
be avoided with little difficulty. "I do not know what pleasure you hope to derive from my
enslavement." he said, watching as the man lifted the glass to his lips and sipped the liquid within.
"Elven slaves are a rarity, as I'm sure you've heard. Royal ones are virtually unheard of. I simply
wished to have a precious jewel such as you for myself. Oh, there is great pleasure I can beget
from this, my young prince. Very much." His eyes when he turned back to Legolas were darkened
with desire.
Legolas's brow furrowed for a moment, but he understood clearly what the man meant. Faregon
moved back over to where the Elf sat and placed his hands on the prince's forearms, leaning
forward until his face was inches away from his captive's. "I shall thoroughly enjoy this."
With that the man crashed his lips into the Elf's in a powerful and dominating kiss. Legolas's eyes
widened and he gave a muffled cry of outrage which only served to allow the man's tongue
entrance into his mouth. The hinges of Legolas's open jaw were gripped with a powerful hand to
prevent him from biting down upon the tongue that was exploring the contours of the Elf's
mouth. He fought to throw the man off, but bound as he was the effort went unsuccessful. He
tried hard to close his jaw, to bite down on the unwanted intruder, but the man's hand was strong
and the Elf's eyes began filling with tears at the pain as he stubbornly refused to give up the fight.
When Faregon finally drew away, Legolas was panting in fury, his eyes hard. The man watched
the Elf try to be as subtle as possible while trying to work out the kinks in his abused jaw, to blink
the tears that resulted from the previous sharp pain back. Raising a calloused hand to the prince's
pale cheek, the man gently stroked the soft skin, loving the feel. Legolas hissed and pulled away,
breaking the contact.
"Do not touch me." he growled.
Faregon's lip curled at these words. "You have no choice in these matters." he said firmly. "And
in time you shall even grow to like it. That was but a taste of what is to come." Drawing back up
and walking over to the table, the man downed the rest of his drink. He ran his tongue over his
lips and gave Legolas a sly look. "However, I think this time I will heed you and do as you will. I
have other plans for you these first few nights. A precaution, if you will, to ensure your
obedience."
"Do not count on it." the Elf replied, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"I do more than count on it, slave." Faregon said. "I can nearly guarantee it."
Grabbing a cloth laying on the table and at the same time reaching into a pouch hanging on his
belt with his other hand, the man took out a pinch of something and smeared over the cloth. When
he began heading towards Legolas, he could see the Elf brace himself for whatever was in store.
Clever one, Faregon thought as he stood before the prince. But Faregon was in no mood for
delays at the moment as he knew that he still needed to take care of a few more things before
retiring for the night. Balling one hand into a fist, the man delivered a harsh blow to the Elf's
unprotected abdomen, and as the wind rushed from the slighter being's form he quickly placed the
cloth up to the mouth and nose. Before realizing it, Legolas inhaled sharply to regain his breath,
his eyes widening when he realized that the cloth had some sort of drug on it. Whatever action the
Elf might have taken then was too late, and Faregon smirked as the prince's eyes rolled up in his
head and he slumped against the chair and the bonds holding him to it.
Checking his slave's eyes to make sure that he was completely unconscious, Faregon placed the
cloth onto the table and moved to have his hands thoroughly washed so none of the drug would
remain on them. Once finished, he glanced once more at the unconscious prince, and then moved
to the door. Opening it, he glanced out into the hallway and called to some of his more loyal
servants. Several men and women hurried up to him at his voice, and he smiled pleasantly at their
obedience. A couple of the females even smiled shyly at him.
"The Elf is unconscious." he explained. "I have drugged him, so he will not be waking up for a
few hours. I would like for you to bathe him now and to go through all the preparations I
instructed you on in the past. Make sure everything is done efficiently."
The servants all nodded, and without needing to be told to moved into the room, releasing the Elf
and moving him to the bathing chambers. As much as Faregon wanted to see that lovely body
bare and being washed, he knew that he would have his chance soon enough. And, being a man of
great patience, he walked back towards his throne room, heading to see to another very important
person in his life.
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Faregon was immensely pleased. The servants had done their job well, and he greatly looked
forward to the days that were to come.
His new slave lay naked before him on cold, hard ground. The room they were in was quite
empty; one of the lower dungeons that Faregon had made into his home. The walls, floor, and
ceiling were made of stone, and the only exit from the room was through a door that stood behind
him. There was another door, but the way it led was not out. In fact, the door did not lead
anywhere at all but a small space cut off by a dead end. A small window was made into the door,
enabling anyone on the outside to slide open to peek at whatever was inside when it was closed.
The man's eyes lingered on the small door, before coming back to rest on his new prize. The Elf
was currently unconscious, though he showed vague signs of stirring. Faregon was mildly
surprised that the drug's effects wore off so fast on this creature, but also pleased. It would be
much sweeter if the slave was awake.
A low, muffled moan came from the being before him then, and he smirked as he watched the
slave shift slightly on the ground. Cloudy blue eyes still dumb from the drug blinked slowly, and
then raised to meet the man's. Suddenly, the eyes widened in shock as realization abruptly flooded
in their depths. Faregon watched with pleasure as Legolas tried to rise, not realizing yet that he
was restrained, then collapsed heavily to the floor in a failed attempt.
The slave then became aware of the gag in his mouth, one Faregon himself had prepared. It was a
specially devised leather ball that forced the Elf's mouth open and was tightly tied behind his head
with leather straps to prevent it from being expelled. The size of the ball was a little too big for
the Elf, but Faregon knew that his slave would be able to survive some jaw pain.
It soon became clear that Legolas did not enjoy the ball in his mouth at all, and the Elf began
working his jaw, desperately trying to force it out. Faregon cherished the flash of panic that flew
into the Elf's eyes, and the small muffled sound that made its way out from behind the gag. After
a few moments Legolas seemed to somewhat resign himself to the fact that the gag was not going
to move, no matter how hard he tried.
Eyes still overlarge with alarm, the slave turned his head to gaze at the black leather manacles
encasing his wrists and held together by a sturdy metal chain, then ran his eyes to his ankles which
were held by another pair. The chain joining the leather shackles at his legs was longer than the
ones which held his wrists, so that if he was careful he could rise and walk, but not run, and
definitely not fight. The Elf's eyes were dark with anger as they turned back to Faregon, anger
which masked any fear previously shown.
Faregon's breath had been stolen at the Elf's stoic composure being briefly broken. He wanted to
see more of that precious fear; the Elf's eyes seemed to light up and make him all the more
beautiful when it was present.
Knowing that he now had the Elf's full attention, Faregon finally spoke. "I take it you do not like
the item filling your mouth." He enjoyed the responding glare he received from the helpless slave.
"I thought not. I warn you now that it will not be the first of...unpleasantries, you will encounter
while I am your owner, should you choose to be too spirited." The Elf's face was carefully devoid
of any emotion now. "I am, however, thankful this time that you do not lack courage. That
particular type of gag had to be tested on several other slaves before we could perfect it. One
panicked too much, and in his fear stopped breathing completely, eventually suffocating to death.
For a moment I was wondering if you were to do the same."
Faregon studied the Elf for a minute, judging whether or not he would need help for this.
Considering the way the Elf was glaring at him, he knew that any attempt he might make to
handle the slave alone would be met with solid resistance. Feeling a small pang of displeasure, the
man turned and gave a shout, calling in three guards. He noted that the Elf's eyes narrowed and
that the lean body almost imperceptibly braced itself, but decided that he was going to make the
fair creature wait a few moments before giving him cause to fight.
When he had the Elf's full attention once more, Faregon spoke. "Now, I am aware that your
rebellious spirit will prompt you to disobey while in my care, but I have an effective remedy for
that."
Faregon walked passed Legolas and behind him, making the creature turn on his stomach to keep
the man in sight. Faregon made his way to the wall opposite the exit and stood next to the small
door he had been examining earlier, opening it and giving the Elf a wolfish grin.
"Ordinarily, this would be an isolation kennel for a fierce dog who it would not be safe when
housed with the others, but I found it interesting that a lithe enough being can fit in there, too. Of
course, *I* would never fit in there, no. I am far too big. On the other hand..." Faregon looked
pointedly at Legolas, knowing that he fully understood what the man was saying.
A small light of uneasiness flickered in the Elf's eyes. Faregon felt his lust rise at the sight of it,
but restrained it from going to far. He had to remind himself that it would be a few days before he
could have his pleasure with the Elf. But, Valar, he hoped he had the stamina to last that much!
He wanted very badly to run his hand over the creature's soft, milky white skin, among other
things.
Faregon glanced at the three guards in the room and they each moved over to the slave, drawing
him to his feet. One of them immediately drew a black hood over the Elf's head, tightening it
around his neck as he gave a muffled cry and began to thrash violently in the hold of the guards.
But restrained as he was, there was no way he could effectively fight them off. The tussle lasted
until one of the guards delivered a stunning blow to the back of the Elf's head, putting him in a
stilling daze for a moment.
Faregon walked over, standing before the bound Elf as he raised his head once more. He could
hear the slave's breath coming in panicky gasps through his nose, and moved his hands to rest on
either side of the hooded head. He felt the Elf tense and draw back sharply, but tightened his hold,
bringing his face so his mouth rested next to the Elf's covered ear.
"You should know now who is in control here, fair prince. Obey my orders and you will be
rewarded. Refuse, and you shall be punished. Either one is pleasurable for me, so it does not
really matter, in my opinion, which you do. I can make your stay here even a little enjoyable, if
you hearken to my wishes. But I can also make it a living hell." He felt the Elf shudder slightly.
"And now, I give you a choice. If you will obey me, kneel as soon as the guards release you,
pressing your forehead to the ground. If you do not do this...well, I think you understand very
well what shall happen." He drew back from the hooded Elf, admiring how the black fabric
contrasted with the pale skin. "It's your choice, Prince Legolas."
The Elf seemed to stiffen at the sound of his name, and the guards holding him let go, backing
away from him several paces even though it was clear that the captive was not capable of doing
serious harm. Faregon watched the Elf, standing completely still. The fair being had managed to
get his breathing under control now, even though it was clear in his stance the slight fear he was
feeling. Time seemed to have somehow frozen within the room. Legolas seemed unsure of what
to do, and Faregon was unsure himself of which he would prefer the slave to do. But, after a few
moments of not moving, the man thought that the time for deciding was over.
"Does that mean that you are not to obey?" he asked, making sure his meaning was clear in the
tone of his voice.
The Elf made no move, and Faregon gave a sigh, then motioned for the guards to take hold of the
slave. But just as the three men neared, the Elf spun around and shouldered one of them to the
ground. Angrily, the other two harshly grabbed the Elf, wrenching him back and holding him as
well as they could as the third guard raised himself from the floor to aid them. The Elf was
desperately struggling, trying to pull free and prevent this from happening. It was an ultimately
futile attempt, and with their combined strength, the guards hauled the slave over to the kennel.
Forcing him down onto his knees, they pushed him roughly into the cramped interior of the
kennel, closing the door quickly and locking it once he was inside.
Faregon moved over to the door, sliding open the small window and looking inside at his slave.
He could hear the Elf nearly hyperventilating in his tiny confinement, which caused him to sit with
his knees drawn up nearly to his chin. The man smiled, noticing how the Elf trembled.
"Welcome to hell." Faregon said, shutting the window and leaving Legolas in darkness.