A/N: As a special treat I have worked my socks off to get this done and
posted. I have decided to dedicate the story as a whole to Cheysuli for all
out authorial greatness. Though she still has not updated Hidden Darkness,
but I will forgive. Oh yes, and Tricia of Lure of The Ring fame has
promised to update the wondrous Of Elves and Aphrodisiacs when the Lure
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Chapter 2
Legolas had followed Gollum with a patient, defeated silence down into the depths of Moria. He encountered darkness as he had never known it, and marvelled at Gollum's unearthly ability to find his way. The elf could see mere feet ahead of him and dismayed at the never-ending maze of tunnels. He was at the very least relieved to see how well Gollum knew the mines and was now sure he would lead them out with ease and accuracy.
The Prince had spent a great deal of the journey musing over Gollum's chilling words. Exact meaning was hard to find under vague references, clear delusion and constant hissing. However, Legolas had long suspected that his was the type of beauty Gollum did not simply wish to observe. The elf had since many react to his beauty over the years, at times it seemed to be no more than a strangely poetic curse, but very occasionally it made him glad to be alive. Now, he would quite happily trade his countenance for that of something else, wishing to blend in with the monotonous stone.
He should have known, Aragorn had oft told him of his radiance, and muttered of its alluring power. Legolas had put this down to simple, though restrained jealousy, but at this very moment he saw a warning in those words he had never before seen.
How he wished to be Aragorn now, slumbering peacefully beside the man. The basic elven charm he had placed on him would make sure than nothing short of attack or the light of morning would wake him. He winced, his lover would be angry, but if Frodo kept his word, the Ranger need not know, ever.
Innocent Frodo, little did he know that whatever Gollum had asked, Legolas would have provided himself. The little Ringbearer had shown great intelligence and foresight turning to a source no one had yet considered. 'Twas a risk, but Legolas had woken in time to see the small figure of the hobbit climb down to meet the creature and had ensured that nothing happened to him or the ring. In truth, Legolas had been surprised to hear Gollum agree to the bizarre deal, and knew then what Gollum asked would not be given lightly. The elf had steeled himself as the pair climbed back towards him, but still could not restrain his shock as Gollum asked for he himself. But alas Legolas saw this as no less a part of his pledge than protecting the little ones in battle. Although unhappy, he went willingly, determined not to further disturb the frightened Frodo.
Once again, as he had done many times Gollum scuttled back to check on his prize, running cold, brittle hands over Legolas' face and arm. A possessive sweep in the guise of the soft caress of a lover. He whispered something conspiratorially about being close and was once again lost in the darkness.
Legolas become aware that Gollum had stopped when the irregular scratching ahead ceased. He hurried, eager not to be lost and was amazed by what he saw.
A great hollow lit by a torch Legolas recognised as one the Fellowship had long since lost. In one darkened corner lay a small bundle of rags, he surmised this to be Gollum's bed. The creature ushered him in impatiently and seemed to pause expectantly. Legolas entered but was at a loss over what was expected of him.
"Gollum wants. . . . . we wants. . . to see you."
The elf was already sure of Gollum's meaning but lost in denial, he moved further into the light.
"No."
That was all Gollum had to say, Legolas began tugging ineffectively at the ties of his tunic. Though more than capable, the Mirkwood Prince took a good few minutes removing the garment feigning difficulty with knots. However when he paused to observe Gollum's faintly angry glare, Legolas was reminded of his duty to the Fellowship and divested himself of undershirts far more quickly.
Once faced with bare flesh, Gollum lurched forward and immediately began running his hands over the pale, taut chest, eyes wide with the new found wonder of a young child. Legolas closed with eyes, as if this may remove him from reality but a low hiss was his wake up call. The elf realised how dangerous Gollum would be unseen and from that point on made certain to keep a watchful eye.
After some time Gollum withdrew once more and with a withered gesture bade Legolas to continue.
Now knowing the importance of delay, Legolas proceeded slowing with removing his boots, much to Gollum's chagrin. After all, Gollum had agreed to Legolas' terms and dawn was now only three hours away. He hoped that the Fellowship was still safe in the meantime.
Gollum crawled up to him, displeased by his folly and apparent distraction. He began clawing heedlessly at the elf's breeches, ripping the green fabric. Distraught, Legolas moved away with a garbled promise to move faster. The words spilling from his mouth before he had thought upon how to see them through.
Under close scrutiny, he untied the fastenings and with a shame never before felt, he lowered them before stepping out of the confines.
Gollum seem pleased and again moved forward. Legolas found himself moving backward until he could no longer, his back tight up against stone.
"Come." Gollum gestured and spoke with a disturbing assurance. Unable to do nothing but obey, Legolas moved back out into the light.
Gollum reached for him, and he stilled his reaction, mindful of the Fellowship and their desperate need for escape. The creature of two minds showed no remorse or shame, running his hands all over the elf's lithe body. Even making pathetic attempts to arouse him. Legolas held the fact that his body did not respond as some small victory, although he had already prepared himself for the other eventuality.
With a none too gentle, clawing hand on the chest, Legolas was pushed back into a reclining position. Panic now threatened to overtake him and Legolas had to keep reminding himself of the need for submission. His hurting mind also adding that he was more likely to escape injury this way.
Struck by a moment of clarity, Legolas briefly wondered if he would fade as others of his kind did when ravished. Surely Gollum would not seek his toy's pleasure too, but Legolas Greenleaf did have an anchor to this world. Aragorn, and the safety of the Fellowship. By making this sacrifice, he had condemned himself to life, he must travel on to ensure his lover's safety and such an act was not committed in vain.
On the subject of Aragorn, he sent a quick prayer to the man before being cruelly wrenched back to reality as Gollum's fingers breached him.
He had felt this many times, but without understanding, tenderness or any kind of lubrication, Legolas was greeted by nothing but pain. He tried to move away, but deceptively a strong hand held him fast. Daring a look up Legolas saw that during his reverie Gollum had ripped aside his tattered loin cloth without care and it now led with the other rags in the pile. With a grim satisfaction Legolas noted that Gollum was as withered and repulsive under his cloth than he was around it.
Another two fingers joined Gollum's working hard at a token attempt at careful preparation. The abnormally long fingers and jagged nails tore at Legolas and the elf felt warm blood seeping down the backs of his legs.
But still he just lay there, but had long since given up on keeping his eyes open.
Suddenly the fingers withdrew, Legolas' long legs hoisted up over Gollum hunched shoulders. Facing the inevitable, Legolas squeezed his eyes shut, feeling what could only have been warm saliva drip down his thigh. He waited anxiously for the pain.
And Gollum did not disappoint, without warning he pushed forward, splitting Legolas savagely in two. Legolas bit down hard enough on his lip to draw blood, which Gollum licked hungrily from his chin.
A thought crept unseen into Legolas' mind as he attempted to deny what was happening.
Aragorn. This is Aragorn. Imagine it is Aragorn.
By the Valar, Legolas tried. It seemed almost blasphemous to associate such an act with the gentle man. He just could not trick his mind into believing Aragorn capable of such wickedness.
Legolas gave into the black that had been tempting him from the start. When he awoke, he found himself alone, clean and near dressed. He wondered upon the time and his first thought was to return swiftly to the Fellowship. But he was cut off by the return of Gollum.
"Gollum. . .left trail. Hobbits. . .Hobbits go now. Leave Gollum."
"I shall leave too." Legolas replied, rising.
"No, elf shall stay with us. . . .with us forever."
Legolas had not seen the rock on Gollum's hand, nor did he turn fast enough to see it come down over his head.
A/N: Ooops. Another cliffhanger. Please review. This time I really can't update until after the 20th.
Chapter 2
Legolas had followed Gollum with a patient, defeated silence down into the depths of Moria. He encountered darkness as he had never known it, and marvelled at Gollum's unearthly ability to find his way. The elf could see mere feet ahead of him and dismayed at the never-ending maze of tunnels. He was at the very least relieved to see how well Gollum knew the mines and was now sure he would lead them out with ease and accuracy.
The Prince had spent a great deal of the journey musing over Gollum's chilling words. Exact meaning was hard to find under vague references, clear delusion and constant hissing. However, Legolas had long suspected that his was the type of beauty Gollum did not simply wish to observe. The elf had since many react to his beauty over the years, at times it seemed to be no more than a strangely poetic curse, but very occasionally it made him glad to be alive. Now, he would quite happily trade his countenance for that of something else, wishing to blend in with the monotonous stone.
He should have known, Aragorn had oft told him of his radiance, and muttered of its alluring power. Legolas had put this down to simple, though restrained jealousy, but at this very moment he saw a warning in those words he had never before seen.
How he wished to be Aragorn now, slumbering peacefully beside the man. The basic elven charm he had placed on him would make sure than nothing short of attack or the light of morning would wake him. He winced, his lover would be angry, but if Frodo kept his word, the Ranger need not know, ever.
Innocent Frodo, little did he know that whatever Gollum had asked, Legolas would have provided himself. The little Ringbearer had shown great intelligence and foresight turning to a source no one had yet considered. 'Twas a risk, but Legolas had woken in time to see the small figure of the hobbit climb down to meet the creature and had ensured that nothing happened to him or the ring. In truth, Legolas had been surprised to hear Gollum agree to the bizarre deal, and knew then what Gollum asked would not be given lightly. The elf had steeled himself as the pair climbed back towards him, but still could not restrain his shock as Gollum asked for he himself. But alas Legolas saw this as no less a part of his pledge than protecting the little ones in battle. Although unhappy, he went willingly, determined not to further disturb the frightened Frodo.
Once again, as he had done many times Gollum scuttled back to check on his prize, running cold, brittle hands over Legolas' face and arm. A possessive sweep in the guise of the soft caress of a lover. He whispered something conspiratorially about being close and was once again lost in the darkness.
Legolas become aware that Gollum had stopped when the irregular scratching ahead ceased. He hurried, eager not to be lost and was amazed by what he saw.
A great hollow lit by a torch Legolas recognised as one the Fellowship had long since lost. In one darkened corner lay a small bundle of rags, he surmised this to be Gollum's bed. The creature ushered him in impatiently and seemed to pause expectantly. Legolas entered but was at a loss over what was expected of him.
"Gollum wants. . . . . we wants. . . to see you."
The elf was already sure of Gollum's meaning but lost in denial, he moved further into the light.
"No."
That was all Gollum had to say, Legolas began tugging ineffectively at the ties of his tunic. Though more than capable, the Mirkwood Prince took a good few minutes removing the garment feigning difficulty with knots. However when he paused to observe Gollum's faintly angry glare, Legolas was reminded of his duty to the Fellowship and divested himself of undershirts far more quickly.
Once faced with bare flesh, Gollum lurched forward and immediately began running his hands over the pale, taut chest, eyes wide with the new found wonder of a young child. Legolas closed with eyes, as if this may remove him from reality but a low hiss was his wake up call. The elf realised how dangerous Gollum would be unseen and from that point on made certain to keep a watchful eye.
After some time Gollum withdrew once more and with a withered gesture bade Legolas to continue.
Now knowing the importance of delay, Legolas proceeded slowing with removing his boots, much to Gollum's chagrin. After all, Gollum had agreed to Legolas' terms and dawn was now only three hours away. He hoped that the Fellowship was still safe in the meantime.
Gollum crawled up to him, displeased by his folly and apparent distraction. He began clawing heedlessly at the elf's breeches, ripping the green fabric. Distraught, Legolas moved away with a garbled promise to move faster. The words spilling from his mouth before he had thought upon how to see them through.
Under close scrutiny, he untied the fastenings and with a shame never before felt, he lowered them before stepping out of the confines.
Gollum seem pleased and again moved forward. Legolas found himself moving backward until he could no longer, his back tight up against stone.
"Come." Gollum gestured and spoke with a disturbing assurance. Unable to do nothing but obey, Legolas moved back out into the light.
Gollum reached for him, and he stilled his reaction, mindful of the Fellowship and their desperate need for escape. The creature of two minds showed no remorse or shame, running his hands all over the elf's lithe body. Even making pathetic attempts to arouse him. Legolas held the fact that his body did not respond as some small victory, although he had already prepared himself for the other eventuality.
With a none too gentle, clawing hand on the chest, Legolas was pushed back into a reclining position. Panic now threatened to overtake him and Legolas had to keep reminding himself of the need for submission. His hurting mind also adding that he was more likely to escape injury this way.
Struck by a moment of clarity, Legolas briefly wondered if he would fade as others of his kind did when ravished. Surely Gollum would not seek his toy's pleasure too, but Legolas Greenleaf did have an anchor to this world. Aragorn, and the safety of the Fellowship. By making this sacrifice, he had condemned himself to life, he must travel on to ensure his lover's safety and such an act was not committed in vain.
On the subject of Aragorn, he sent a quick prayer to the man before being cruelly wrenched back to reality as Gollum's fingers breached him.
He had felt this many times, but without understanding, tenderness or any kind of lubrication, Legolas was greeted by nothing but pain. He tried to move away, but deceptively a strong hand held him fast. Daring a look up Legolas saw that during his reverie Gollum had ripped aside his tattered loin cloth without care and it now led with the other rags in the pile. With a grim satisfaction Legolas noted that Gollum was as withered and repulsive under his cloth than he was around it.
Another two fingers joined Gollum's working hard at a token attempt at careful preparation. The abnormally long fingers and jagged nails tore at Legolas and the elf felt warm blood seeping down the backs of his legs.
But still he just lay there, but had long since given up on keeping his eyes open.
Suddenly the fingers withdrew, Legolas' long legs hoisted up over Gollum hunched shoulders. Facing the inevitable, Legolas squeezed his eyes shut, feeling what could only have been warm saliva drip down his thigh. He waited anxiously for the pain.
And Gollum did not disappoint, without warning he pushed forward, splitting Legolas savagely in two. Legolas bit down hard enough on his lip to draw blood, which Gollum licked hungrily from his chin.
A thought crept unseen into Legolas' mind as he attempted to deny what was happening.
Aragorn. This is Aragorn. Imagine it is Aragorn.
By the Valar, Legolas tried. It seemed almost blasphemous to associate such an act with the gentle man. He just could not trick his mind into believing Aragorn capable of such wickedness.
Legolas gave into the black that had been tempting him from the start. When he awoke, he found himself alone, clean and near dressed. He wondered upon the time and his first thought was to return swiftly to the Fellowship. But he was cut off by the return of Gollum.
"Gollum. . .left trail. Hobbits. . .Hobbits go now. Leave Gollum."
"I shall leave too." Legolas replied, rising.
"No, elf shall stay with us. . . .with us forever."
Legolas had not seen the rock on Gollum's hand, nor did he turn fast enough to see it come down over his head.
A/N: Ooops. Another cliffhanger. Please review. This time I really can't update until after the 20th.