Title: Bound by Desire
Part : 2/5
Author : Swilite
Rating: R
Pairings : Aragorn/Legolas, Boromir/Legolas, Implied Boromir/Aragorn
Warnings : Slash, non-con, bondage, slavery, character death
Disclaimer : I don't own anything, it's just a fantasy we all share. Don't sue. All characters are wonderful figments of Tolkien's imagination.
Slashyness starts in this chapter. Once again, let me stress that if you are not a slash fan, PLEASE do not be reading this. Things get pretty intense after this.
You have been warned .- dramatic music-
I would just like to clairify -why- this story is being reposted. Originally, it was banned. So I cut down on the graphic parts, and posted it as a -huge- one-shot, which is truly how it was written to be. In the meantime, this site installed a 'quick edit' feature that, ironically, only allows up to 5000 words. My story, being 4 times that long, was mutilated. This site no longer allows some of the breaks I use to define between times, notes, ect, so the formating of BBD was horrid. I suffer from OCD, and could bear to see my story posted in such a way.
So now it's getting reposted, in 5 parts. It -looks- much more appealing to read a well formatted story then one in which everything is simply thrown together.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Try as I might, I was unable to cease the emotions I felt towards Legolas. During the day, he was as obedient as even Boromir might imagine, never speaking and doing as he was commanded, but at night he was more then eager to express that the feelings between us were completely mutual. Whenever we were out of eyesight of the company, I would release him from whatever bonds he'd had to endure during the day, and we would often sit and converse of things that brought back fond memories from my childhood, be they an elf's adoration for nature of the recollection of my first archery lesson.
'I am a gifted archer,' Legolas told me, smiling and settling himself at my side. 'In Mirkwood, I was one of Thranduill's most skilled archers.'
'My aim is satisfactory,' I admitted. 'My greatest talent lies in sword fighting. I have always loved the feeling of a blade in my hand.'
'And your King? Where does his interest lie?' I turned my head, surprised for it was the first time Legolas had ever mentioned Boromir.
'Boromir is a man of war, he is not known for his kindness. His interest lies where ever there is bloodshed and victory.'
Our journey progressed without delay, and each day I fought emotions I could not explain as we drew nearer and nearer to Minas Tirith. Often I caught Boromir watching his slave with open desire, his eyes darkening as they perceived for the first time the extend of elven agility, no doubt imagining how easy it would be to bend the elf to suit his will. Legolas, however, remained oblivious to any attention directed at him except my own.
One night we arrived in a small settlement inside the borders of Gondor, and Boromir declared that he simply could not survive another night in the wild, so we travelled to the inn and the remainder of the vacant rooms were soon occupied by our company. As was normal, Legolas came with me, following submissively until we were behind closed doors. I unbound his wrists and he thanked me, then did not retreat when I stepped closer to him. Fully aware of what I was doing, I gathered the elf into my arms and pressed our lips together in a gentle kiss.
Legolas gave a small gasp of surprise, but I did not take advantage and deepen the kiss when his lips parted and he inhaled, his body stiffening as I continued to move my lips against his own for a few frightening minutes when I feared he would push me away, until I felt him react and his lips open wider, his tongue darting out momentarily to make brief contact with my own in acknowledgement.
My heart sang with joy and I slowly deepened the kiss, savoring the taste as I pushed my tongue into the sweet cavern of his mouth and closed my eyes, lost in bliss. Legolas excepted my invitation to play, his tongue darting at my own as I pursued it around his mouth, trying desperately to memorize every inch.
I dared to believe Legolas had never taken a lover before, for he was shy in his attempts to encourage me, allowing me to take complete control of the situation without a moment's protest. His body was warm in my arms, and when I raised one hand to place at the back of his neck he gave a small moan, gathering my tunic in his hands and pulling me closer. My free arm wrapped around his waist, securing our positions.
There are no words to explain the joy I felt as Legolas returned my affection, kissing me back as thoroughly as I did to him. I retracted my tongue and his followed me shyly back into my mouth, carefully running his tongue along the roof of my mouth. At last I could no go longer and broke our lip lock, breathing heavily as I continued to hold his small body against mine. His lithe frame was dwarfed by my traveling cloak and he rested his head against my shoulder, his moist breath warming my neck as I savored the feel of his weight resting in my arms and against my body.
'Thank you,' he whispered, making no move to withdraw from the sanction of my arms. I sighed in content and closed my eyes.
After the luxury of that night, King Boromir was not eager to return to our previous mannerisms the next day. Therefore, we halted at once when we were fortunate to find yet another inn with enough room to host our large company.
The room to which I had been assigned had only one bed, and as soon as we entered I removed my shoes and stretched out on the mattress, sighing in fatigue. We had pressed hard that day, and I was wearied from the constant travelling. I closed my eyes and placed one hand over them, shielding my gaze from the light.
The mattress dipped as Legolas joined me. I shifted towards the wall, allowing him more room, and he reclined beside me, one hand resting on my chest.
I awoke before my companion the next morning and lay still, watching the rising and falling of his back with each gentle breath he took. I felt a twinge of pity, for Legolas was becoming painfully thin and without his tunic to conceal his ribs I was shocked by how malnourished he appeared. Boromir still would not allow his slave the luxury of food although he was bestowing the elf a small amount of water, and naught I said nor did would change his mind.
I rested my hand upon Legolas' fair head, running my fingers through his silky hair in admiration as I thought.
I knew now that I was falling in love with the elf. Desperately, I tried to convince myself that the emotions stirring within me were simple lust, but had I any doubts I needed only to look back to the night prior where I had done naught more then hold him close to me. The realization cause me stomach to curl, for Legolas would never be mine to hold and to cherish. He was King Boromir's possession, a trophy to be displayed and no more then one of his many conquests.
Legolas stirred under my hand and I returned my thoughts to the present. He raised his head and blinked heavy eyes, smiling instantly as his silver orbs focused upon my face. For his sake, I tried to keep my face blank of any emotions I was experiencing.
Legolas sighed and returned his head to it's spot upon my chest, waiting patiently for his drowsiness to subside. I knew, however, that without nourishment he was unable to regain the energy that had been sapped from him the previous day. I saw his decrease in energy daily and it pained my heart to witness him in such a condition.
Each day we grew closer and closer to Minas Tirith. The remainder of our nights were spend outdoors with only a simple tent to shelter us from the weather, be it violent winds or onslaughts of rain. It would not have bothered me had I had Legolas to hold and comfort, but to my despair his care was appointed to another's care. When I questioned Boromir as to why, he simply replied that he wanted his elf used to being handled by different people.
The days were long and exhausting. Legolas was bound in a fashion similar to that in which he had been placed the first night of his capture. At first, I wondered if the rope containing his wrists had been attached to the noose that he wore during the day but closer inspection revealed that he simply chose to keep his fingers curled around the rope, saving the sensitive skin on his neck. He stumbled often and soon he did not have the energy to raise his head. Travel was slow, for as much as Boromir wished to press the speed Legolas became physically unable to keep the quicker pace. His fingers and palms were dark from dried blood and more then once I had had to divert my gaze when he had fallen and the guards had not waited for him to regain his footing. On such occasions, he was dragged until Boromir halted. At last, I could bear it no more and approached the King.
'My lord,' I greeted him as I moved my colt beside his mount. He inclined his head in acknowledgement.
'Perhaps it would be wise to cease the day's travel. You slave is a burden and if he is fed tomorrow he might have enough energy to make up on the travel will we miss today.'
Boromir raised his eyebrows, surprised that I had courage enough to confront him. However, he did not appear to be angry. Sparing a moment to watch the stumbling elf in his procession, he returned his gaze to me and shook his head.
'As much as I agree with you, we cannot spare the supplies. We are already behind schedule and our food is dwindling rapidly.'
'If there is any chance of increasing the pace I would gladly give him half of my ration.'
The King considered my request and I tried not to appear as uncomfortable as I felt. At last he nodded and I waited until I had dropped behind him before sighing in relief.
That night, as I had requested, I was only given a portion of my regular rations. I ate it quickly, ignoring my body's protest at the sudden decrease in food, then rose to my feet and left the sanction of my tent.
Night had fallen and a small fire was alight in the center of the camp. Those who had not yet retired for the night were seated in it's warmth. Instead of joining my companions I left the ring of light, wandering outside of the camp in search of fresh air to clear my head. The moon was bright and I could see the horses tethered to the trees to my left. My own colt threw his head and nickered in greeting.
I watched him, about to approach him until movement in the corner of my eye. Startled, my heart quickened when I recognized the figure to be Legolas. He was bound behind his guards' tent, his hands shackled around the trunk of a small tree. He was watching me and I quickly went to his side, murmuring reassurance and brushing his hair away from his face. I could see the naked fear in his eyes, concealing the shard of trust I knew to exist. I wrapped my arms around his trembling body, holding him close.
Legolas' body was cold and I cursed the men who had put him in such a position. He leaned into my embrace, his eyes shut tightly. I twisted my head to watch a single tear slide down the side of his face.
No words were spoken as I held him, soothing him until his trembles had subsided. At last he broke the silence between us. His voice was quiet and I had to strain to hear it.
'Please Aragorn, do not touch me.'
'Why not?' I asked him, shocked by his request.
'I am filthy. I do not want someone as pure and noble as yourself to come in contact with me.'
In response, I simply held him tighter, bowing my head to press my lips against the top of his head and silently cursing the Valar for allowing such a thing to be said.
'What happened?'
A small shudder racked Legolas' body. 'They touched me and forced my completion by their hands.' I was thankful for the darkness that hid his face from my own, for had he been able to see my reaction he would not have told me such a thing. Legolas gave a small sob and buried his face in my neck.
Legolas was silent for long minutes, understandably humiliated at his lose of composure. I waited in silence until his tears had halted and his breathing had returned to it's usual rhythm.
'I know what your King will ask of me.' His voice was quiet, even though his head was beside my own, and it shook from either fear or fatigue. 'I have never been loved by another.'
'What you shall experience at Boromir's hands shall not be love,' I replied automatically.
Legolas hung his head in defeat and I felt my heart break at the hopeless expression he bore.
'Aragorn!'
My name was called by one of my companions and I turned my head, wanting nothing more then to ignore him and remain with Legolas. I knew, however, that if I did so he would come searching for me and the consequences would be dire indeed if Boromir ever found out my companionship with his new slave. Pressing a parting kiss of Legolas' brow I rose to my feet.
'Thank you,' Legolas said, recapturing my attention as I began to depart. I turned my head in surprise and found his eyes upon me.
'Thank you,' he repeated. 'For I know it was you I must thank for the food I received tonight.'
'I could not simply stand by and watch you suffer,' I replied, smiling sadly. 'Rest well.'
'Likewise, mellon nin.'
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