Disclaimer: I own the hideous mini-Koi, 15 bandits and JRR owns the good stuff!

A/N:

'This is thought'

This in mind speech

'This is visions'

"" This is mind to mind Far Speak ""


To my Lovely Readers: THANK YOU!



Growling Hungers

The rumbling resumed with gusto. Fury chose to ignore the incessant gnawing her stomach was doing on her backbone. It had been almost three days now that she had refused to partake of the food the older twin son of Elrond had offered her. No amount of hunger was going to sway her and that blasted son of an Orc could rot in Moria for all she cared! First the evil twin had the nerve to ask her where the dratted blanket had come from and then he demanded the bandit tell him who her accomplice was in Imladris. When she had refused to answer him, the vile elf had informed the bandit that she would be getting nothing unless it was from his own hand and she would have to ask for it first. Starvation at this point sounded far better to Fury, then allowing him to have even a small amount of control over her. A prisoner she might be, but that did not mean she would willingly surrender either her self esteem or the answers the twin sought. Growling loudly in frustration, Fury rolled over and bit her pillow in a fit of temper. That vile fiend would pay dearly for his evil ways!


Elrohir nodded in satisfaction. The younger bandits were coming along well with their training. Shadow had told him the story of their frantic flight from a small wooded area near Gondor after a vicious Orc attack to their settling of this cave in Imladris three years ago. He had patiently explained that the children were the last survivors of their kind and that he and Fury had vowed to see them safe. All had been going well until the storm had weakened the upper area of the normal path over the mountains and caused the mudslide that now blocked the lower path through the Misty Mountains. Shadow also explained to the younger twin how he and Fury had been guardians of Mirkwood for nearly three centuries.

It surprised Elrohir to learn of Fury's appointment to second in command of Legolas' patrol unit. The younger twin knew the patrol, captained by his good friend, had the most Orc and spider kills of all the Mirkwood contingents. They were fierce and deadly in their blind pursuit of the foul creatures of Mordor that roamed the Greenwood; as it had once been called before the blight of darkness had come. The bandit told tales of great battles and small skirmishes alike with great fervor and style. The youngsters watched in utter fascination as the battles came to life in the very smoke of the small fire that raged in the center alcove of the main cave. People and places materialized in the smoke leaving the younger twin breathless at the magical feat the bandit performed. The bandit was either a bard or of Istari blood to be able to create such wondrous things out of mere smoke. This young bandit bore watching.


Glorfindel's boots hit the floor of Elrond's library with a heavy thud. He was bored again! Erestor was studiously ignoring him in a vain attempt to get his work finished and that irked the Balrog slayer greatly. Glorfindel wished to sort out in his mind a few of the strange goings on here at the Last Homely House, but the dark haired advisor had told him to be quiet or better yet leave the library entirely. Propping his dirty boots back on the tidy desk, Glorfindel vowed to annoy the councilor so badly that Erestor would forego his scribing duties.


It was evening time and the night sounds wafted pleasingly through the bedchamber from the balcony doors that had been thrown wide open. Elladan's newest plan was working wonderfully! The stubborn female was starting to worry the twin by her refusal to eat. He knew she must be ravenous by now, but because of her damnable pride she refused to ask for anything! Inspiration had struck earlier when he had made his way down to the kitchen area. Smiling gratefully at the cook as he had taken the bowl with him, Elladan began the newest, and most vile, endeavor to brake the bandit's will. It would be so very satisfying! Torturous and seductive all rolled into one neat package! The decidedly predatory smile that grew larger as Elladan drew ever closer to his chambers, made more then a few elves nervous.


Elrond glared out the window of his study. The argument with his oldest son was still fresh in his mind. The Lord of Imladris was most disturbed by the situation of the bandit leader's forced incarceration in his elder son's bedchamber and the very regrettable fact that she was chained to said bedchamber's wall like a human's pet dog. His oldest son's behavior was thoroughly unacceptable and needed to be addressed severely, but Elrond could understand the sheer frustration that had driven the older twin to such extreme behavior! Elladan had told him heatedly, that should Elrond try to interfere with his treatment of their prisoner, the twin would leave and take the bandit's leader with him as well.

Elrond knew how badly Elladan feared for his twin's safety and would do whatever it took to bring Elrohir home soonest. The distressed twin had told the elf lord that he had not been able to contact his younger twin's mind at all, and could barely feel their connection still. Some dark magic encased the younger twin, Elrond feared. Magic was the only logical answer to the perplexing wall separating the twin's normal mind communication. If the bandit leader did not soon reveal the location of Elrohir, Elrond was loathe to see what his oldest would do. For now the elf lord would allow Elladan to handle the current situation, no matter how personally distasteful. If things got any more out of hand between his eldest and the bandit leader, Elrond vowed to have Glorfindel take control of the prisoner and damn the consequences.


It had all started less then an hour before, when the twin had waltzed into the bedchamber carrying a giant bowl that contained one of Fury's favorite delicacies. Zeroing in on the bowl with unadulterated lust, Fury completely missed the quick self satisfied grin that glimmered briefly on the elf's fair features. Elladan had placed the overflowing bowl in the middle of his bed in perfect sight line of the bandit, before going to the bathing closet to wash up and gloat. The twin was heartened by the bandit's involuntary response to his unusual torture device.

Her mouth was like a blazing desert. Parched, rough and gritty. She was not going to last another ten minutes! She mourned her fate and rued the day she had the misfortune to come upon the vile Peredhil. The pain was nearly unbearable in its intensity. Fury wished she could just give in to the urge to admit defeat and damn the consequences.

The bedchamber was aglow with a few lighted candles and the roaring fire in the hearth. The flickering flames cast warm shadows on the walls and ceiling, while heating the room to a nice, almost too hot, temperature. Fury watched warily as Elladan wandered around the room lighting a few more candles and putting away some papers. The angry elleth had been watching his actions every time Elladan was around, since the day she had been welded to the twin's wall. She told herself it was to gage her enemy's mood and strengths as any prisoner should, but it irked the bandit leader to no end that it was not the entire truth.

The elf was magnificent! His human blood gave a breath and depth to his frame that no other elves had. His shoulders were broader, his arms and legs more solid and his chest was a mass of muscles. His eyes changed from a mithril gray color to deep, almost black, dark gray and Fury could still remember the silken texture of his midnight tresses sliding through her fingers. It was embarrassing to Fury how her own body betrayed her! At night her thoughts would wander the dream world of reverie and unbidden the twin's visage would dance before her in all his handsome glory. The hideous combination of sleep and food deprivation was wearing on the bandit both mentally and physically.

The bandit was sure she truly was being driven insane, one slow sucking sound at a time. She had tried to block out the visual images that the sound came with, but the images were burned into her fevered brain for all eternity. Eru help her! The twin had found a weakness only Shadow had known about. Strawberries! The small red ripe fruit made Fury's mouth water on sight and the delicious smell could turn her mind to mush in a matter of minutes. As if it was not torturous enough to have them so close, yet be unable to eat them, Fury had to watch in avid fascination as the twin continued to consume the ripe fruit very, very slowly.

Opening her eyes again, against her will, Fury took in the decadent sight of the Peredhil. He slouched against the headboard in relaxed abandon amid a tower of snowy white pillows. He had unbound his braid and the glorious midnight silk cascaded down his back, across his shoulders and across part of his muscular chest. In the firelight, his skin became a soft bronze color that made his glittering mithril eyes all the more striking. He had removed all his attire except for a light pair of sleeping breeches in jet black with silver trim at the waist and ankles. He lay with the bowl balanced low between his firm flat abdomen and one raised thigh. He was a hauntingly fell and feral creature. Fury did not know for sure which sight made her mouth water more, the strawberries or the delicious Peredhil devouring them a little bite at a time.

Elladan watched the bandit from under lowered lids as he indulged in the ripe fruit cradled precariously on his lap. The elleth was slowly creeping closer to him, yet the twin was almost positive she did so unconsciously. A flame of desire had darkened her lavender-gray eyes to the deep, dark purple found on the tender insides of pansy flowers. Fury's face was flushed and her breath became more ragged with each strawberry he ate. He believed the elleth would soon either erupt with anger or beg for the sweet fruit; even if it was from him. Biting into the center of a large berry, Elladan allowed the juice to flow heedlessly down his chin and neck to pool on his chest; as he had done with every other berry so far. Fury's eyes followed the juice trail as it slowly made its way towards his waistband. The provocative sight coupled with her near three day hunger strike was finally too much for the bandit.

Fury knew full well that the twin was torturing her on purpose. The seduction of her senses produced an instinctive reaction the twin did not expect. With a low growl of need, the bandit moved closer to the twin sprawled delightfully in the middle of the oversized bed. The elleth locked her passion glazed eyes to the rapidly darkening storm gray eyes; that shone with more then a hint of challenge. A wicked smile slowly blossomed as Fury reached the end of the bed. Without warning the elleth bound up on the mattress and effectively pinned the elf to his bed. The sudden widening of Elladan's eyes made the wicked smile of delight grow wider. Keeping her eyes locked on the twin's startled gaze, Fury leaned down and grasped one of the strawberries between her teeth.

Biting down hard, the bandit slowly chewed then swallowed the half in her mouth, while she let the other half drop to the elf's chest. Licking her lower lip free of juice, she watched the twin's eyes go black with heat. Lazily the bandit picked up another berry and proceeded to duplicate the sensual snacking. Fury could feel the aroused reaction of the twin's delightful form as she gingerly devoured the fruit above him. Her own desire hummed violently through the bandit's system, but she was determined to win this battle of seduction. Finishing the last berry in the bowl, Fury leaned down and nibbled along the twin's chest until she could grasp one of the fallen pieces. The stifled moan Elladan tried to hold back made the elleth's desire to torment him even sweeter.

One piece after another, Fury licked her way across his sweet, sticky skin in search of delectable tidbits until the elf's sounds nearly drove her over the edge of reason. Finally all the berries were gone. Fury smiled evilly as she let her lips trail up the twin's chest and along his neck. With her lips right by his ear, Fury leaned over the aroused twin on her hands and knees. "Those were a sweet treat, milord, but they most definitely did not come from your hand. Do not toy with me elf and I will refrain from doing the same." Fury slid off the end of the bed in a slow sensual glide before swaggering out onto the balcony, while Elladan lay where she left him.

Dazed, confused and thoroughly aroused, the oldest son of Elrond tried to come to terms with the fact he had lost complete control of the game. Next time he would be more prepared for the counterattack!