UPDATED: 26/03/2020 (500+ words)

Chapter 7

Lost

Another morning descended on the Mirkwood inhabitants. Legolas once again late for breakfast. The large crown atop King Thranduil's head blossomed with various flowers scoured from Middle Earth, a white lily placed at the forefront in memory of his wife. Another night passed with her on the King's mind, he had lost every ounce of composure once he was locked into his room. The chamber walls enclosed his heaving sobs, the terror he felt at losing her seized him again. He could never know a love like hers anymore. The truth burned him, reminded him of the eternity of loss he has and will always feel. And now in the basking sun light, sits the product of their union, their only son. He looked so much like him yet almost exactly like her. My son, he pondered but breakfast dishes arrived soon after.

"Father, I think, I mean I know, well-" Legolas stumbled over every word, his father's gaze ever piercing into the mind of his only son.

"You see I-"

"Enough Legolas, if you need to ask me of something, ask." The Kingly tone resonated across the table.

"I might want to get married."

"Marri-, MARRIED?" Thranduil flew into a rage, "at a time like this? We are in a war, a battle-

"Its just orc patrols an-"

"We as a kingdom need to face certain realities-

"I was fighting them yesterday-"

"MARRIAGE is a PEACETIME frivolity."

Prince and King stood at the ends of the table, exasperated. The tenuous King loosened his grip of the table and moved toward the other side. Legolas followed his father's movements, thrown off by his graceful demeanour.

"Ada I-," he started again but at his father's body motion Legolas sat back down, "I need you to listen, there is someon-"

Thranduil reached Legolas and stood behind him. His long delicate fingers dug in from the base of Legolas' neck to the back of his scalp. The feeling was pure ecstasy and Thranduil moved his fingers massaging the area.

"Son, my Legolas, Prince of the Woodland Realm. You cannot marry yet," another hand snaked round Legolas' chest into the small opening at the collar to rest over his heart. "Your mother would not have approved either."

This was enough to settle Legolas, his head adequately stimulated and the thought of his mother. Thranduil removed his hands to crouch by the side of Legolas' chair, he placed a hand on Legolas' thigh and began to rub up and down the lithe limb.

"You will understand soon enough when the proper time is, and you will marry an elleth chosen by the council. Remember she would be more than a wife and mother but also a queen."

Thranduil's voice was so soothing, it fluttered between Legolas' ears like a spell. Legolas could only concede to his father until he was sure about Nienna. The remainder of breakfast continued in silence, with a few bits of small talk before Tauriel came to collect Legolas for patrols. Just as the pair left, Thranduil grabbed Legolas' arm, "you will understand when this blows over."

He released the arm and not another word was spoken until the door was quietly shut.

High up in the palace in a tall tower was Maeglin, a stout elf, who had long been primary advisor to the King. He maintained his chair through the administration of several services for the Crown and its subsidiaries. One of which was transcribing the scroll Prince Legolas obtained on patrol. The scroll was short, only a few words but they were telling. The orcs were planning skirmishes in the West of Mirkwood and need support in doing so.

Maeglin sat back in his office, the solar was wide and bright, windows decorated the entire ceiling of the room. He remembered the West, a far cry from the beauty and splendour the Palace portrays in the East. The West is known for its secret entry passages into the forest but only to those of a more insidious nature. Those who enter here are always looking for trouble and in Maeglin's excursion to the West he found exactly that.

In a momentary reminiscence he saw the cowering elleth behind a moss grove, sobbing gently by a stream. She was fairer than any other, even King Thranduil. But her onyx locks caked in mud and her tattered rags barely covering her lusting body denied him the full pleasure of her loveliness. Maeglin could not control his sympathy for the stranger.

"Fairest elleth." He called her and would still. His heart broke for her, the tales of kidnapping and torture she spoke of. Then she held her swelling belly and he could not look upon her any longer. He saw the pain, searing into his brain, she was truly lost.

"Master, please," she pleaded, reaching for his trouser ties with her dirt caked fingers. Maeglin turned and squirmed uncomfortably at the image. And yet he let her, he guided her dirty hand to the tip of his solid member and in a breathless foggy state of lust he promised her a life. A life at the palace at the cost of further debasement, the rehousing of the baby at the cost of her maternity, and a life untouched and quiet for the remainder of her days at the cost of her voice. No one could ever know.

Maeglin remembered the nights he tossed and turned at the thought of her running to the King to tell of his brutality. Instead she would come to him, every now and then, to show how grateful she was. He longed for the days she felt so compelled, they had become so few. He vowed to himself to visit, to see if she was happy to be here.

Installing the quiet elleth into the palace was near no work at all. The endless corridors of the large, twirling roots and branches clustered together making up the palace provided ample choice. Maeglin simply instructed an old study be dusted off in a separate part of the palace, away from the wandering eyes of elven royalty. He remembered her soft, lilting voice asking for a library, for some book that she said was "of dear consequence to me". Maeglin had never heard of it but found it in the lower palace, ever since then it has taken a proud position at her bedside. He thought of it, once, to ask her how she ever came to be so lost. Her swollen belly housed a dark secret indeed, the image of the green-eyed orc spawn terrified him. Crossing pure elf-folk with the most unnatural of breeds…it was a strong offspring, the kind to reimagine warfare. Its whereabouts are even unknown to him now, he made sure it stayed with its kin otherwise it would be cruel. Orc half-breed amongst elven families heh or even common folk. There would not be a day where that thing would be happy not that orcs experience happiness. Poor elleth, she gave it an elven name, Ceroden. But he saw to it that it would never keep it. Durgam, son of Dhuram, is the name he gave for it. The name he passed to the smugglers. It would be a little child-like thing now, calling itself Durgam. Perhaps, he should check on the half-breed also, the elleth would be pleased to hear it doing well.

Now, Maeglin thought, time to deliver the bad news.

The wind was calm, fluttering over the moon-blanched treetops and descending into Nienna's arched windows. Her eyes stared into the room, glimmering and vast, her breathing in and out and in and out with tremulous cadence. Such tranquillity around her vibrating body, buzzing off the face of the Prince and his glittering smile. She closed her eyes to curb the turbid ebb of intrusive thoughts. It called like a siren across a distant sea, she turned to face the tide and the memories started to flood back in.

The sky was painted in orange and pink hues, stretched over the swaths of land in West Emnet.

"This feels like a dream I had, only, I can't remember it."

Nienna turned to a pale faced orc, he continued smoking on a pillaged pipe but his upturned eyes soaked in the coloured sky.

"I'm going to leave tonight, I don't think I can wait any longer Olgin." Said Nienna, she couldn't meet his eyes if he looked at her. "Azog and the camp…they'll be back and I-…I can't keep being this way."

She turned to him, searching for a modicum of understanding in spite of the reputation she has gained in the Wold.

"Sma ana," He liked to call her little river, for she cried endlessly, "you dream for something that cannot exist."

"To return to my kin? It seems an ordinary request." She huffed.

"That you could return at all."

Her heart palpitated and limbs shivered. Olgin touched on a moral fissure in her very soul that haunted her every belief. She did not feel changed yet she was, she did not want change, yet, there would have to be.

She is ruined, debased, without honour. How could Master Elrond take her back into his home?

Soon the stampede of hooves vibrated the grassy hillside she sat upon, she sighed in realisation.

Later that evening, Nienna was placed firmly between Azog trunk-like legs. Her mouth suctioned from the tip to the base of his engorged member. Her tongue swirled on the underside of the head where any male would tremble and Azog exhaled forcefully every time she licked it. His over-large hand bobbed her head, exerting simple pressure so the tip would bury deeper into the back of her throat. Suddenly, other large hands would search her behind and touch and rub her dripping cunt. They pulled her from her kneeling stance to on her hands and knees, pushed her thin cloth dress to the side, spread and plunder her. Often time impatience would override the greedy orcs and a brother would stand over her to fit into her ass. Yet she was determined to please Azog, he literally held her chains in his hands. The third orc spat on her hole and dipped two fingers into the tight space. He was impatient enough and shoved his girthy cock in as well. She felt so full, the cock in her pussy moved rhythmically against the one in her ass, squeezing every ounce of ecstasy from her. It was too soon before the cocks were replaced, and she knew the display she made. Spread cheeks glistening with orc loads dripping and splashed all between her thighs. The next two fought for space in her cunt, stretching her so far that Nienna couldn't help the loud moans vibrating Azog's cock. She massaged his heavy balls when she felt his cock grow unrelentingly in her mouth ready to blow. She made sure to look deep into his face, his stony eyes, so he knew she was grateful to be alive, sucking his dick, and receiving all the cum his brothers would allow her.

He finished in her mouth and did not waste a drop, Nienna was more than satisfied with her performance and even allowed herself to enjoy another orc plugging her asshole. She watched Azog the whole time and he watched her. He watched her cum on three orc cocks and held her chains ever tighter.

The three orcs came everywhere, and Nienna fell onto her back her knees apart so that all could see the rivulets of white escape her coveted elven cunt.

Azog reached from his throne-like chair and scooped up the leaky elleth, he sniffed at her and smirked.

He spoke in broken Common tongue. "I will not release you, elf-child, and you will be my first wife." The abruptness of his demand silenced Nienna, but she remembered orcs are so unlike the males of her past. They 'marry' worthy whores to ensure the paternity of their subsequent children but return the wife to the pack to be used, even through pregnancy. Since so few females choose this life, wives must be shared. An elf-orc bloodline would ensure a stronger, longer living generation and she would provide it. First wife would mean a lifetime of this, a lifetime of birthing mixed abominations…but she would have no shame. No one knew she was here, no one knew how much pleasure she found in her debasement.

Nienna nodded compliantly.

Nienna turned unto her back and gazed at the fire-folk speckling the night sky in their clusters. Her body uncomfortably warm despite the chill night air. She forced herself out of bed, grabbed the trinket and headed toward the library on the lower floors. A good book might send her into a restful sleep. A sleep free from her shame.

The gentle chorus of blue smoke wreaths rose in fanciful whorls from sticks of foreign incense. The library had been as she had remembered: empty, cosy, and warm. As she perused the shelves, even the gap where she had taken Miner's Waterfall still lay vacant and unnoticed. She delicately fingered the empty space, a small smile on her lips at the thought of Prince Legolas. Shining and brave Prince who saw her, enchanted by her but not possessed. He let her choose.

"Nienna?" She heard the familiar call, Maeglin.

She ducked quickly, hiding behind a stack of books at the end of the room. A shadow entered the library, the silhouette as stout and broad as the man who owned it. She followed the shadow around the library walls as it called her, beckoning with its lusting voice. Nienna panicked and looked everywhere, searching and begging for an exit. She spied a narrow door she'd never seen before behind a load bearing wood column. She creeped to the door, making sure to hold tight to the trinket. The door creaked loudly but Nienna quickly closed it turning the lock on the side.

"What was that?" She heard the familiar query but heard his retreating steps. Nienna realised she wasn't the only one dealing with shame. Nienna released the trinket into her coat so that the magic ceased.

"Reveal yourself."

The tone was threatening, menacing, Nienna could hardly move. The force of the words compelled the young elleth from the dark doorway into the light of the small stone walled room. The sconces behind the imposing figure were lit, silhouetting the figure but Nienna could not mistake who was in front of her.

She stepped into the amber glow of the room, her coat covering her trembling limbs.

"Elusive elleth," his lips curled, "your eyes have coloured my nightmares for too many days now."

She dropped to the floor, on her knees in a low bow. "Your majesty, I beg you no harm, I did not realise this section was private. Please, forgive me."

Her voice was sweet and low, the pleading undercutting every word. She felt the figure move toward her.

"Up." She stood up, her head still bowed in front of her. Thranduil stepped forward, slowly, and she retreated. Her back to the wall she began to feel the ridges of a bookcase and then the sudden swing of his arms. Nienna stepped back, imprisoned by his long arms that gripped the shelves behind her, her fear so strong she trembled.

"Look at me." He growled and she obliged, her bright green eyes staring deep into his own. "You temptress, housed in my palace, and I have finally caught you."

Nienna's eyes pleaded but she could only see the veil of lust that overcame him.

"Your highness I implore your for-forgiveness," she stuttered and nestled in as far back as her body would allow.

"You do not require it," he spoke, drawing his face to hers so she could see the bright blue of his eyes penetrate her own. "I have wondered, for too long, how long have you remained a dormant presence in my palace?"

Nienna was bound by her oath not to reveal the secret of her arrival or life here but the silence between them loomed on.

"Not speaking?" His impatience was clear, "how can I make you talk?"

He tore off her loosely buttoned cloak, the discarded garment piled haphazardly on the floor. Nienna squirmed against the shelves, only dressed in her nightgown the flimsy material revealed the soft peaks of her breasts. A long, revealing v-neckline enticed Thranduil's gaze but she was too afraid to obscure his hungry view. He lifted her small frame and placed her back against the bookcase, using one hand he hooked each thigh on a shoulder. The delicate night gown pooled around her waist and Thranduil groaned when he caught a glimpse of her bare crotch.

"Why have you not revealed yourself to me before, elleth?"

Nienna could not answer, she would jeopardise her only friend Maeglin and might even lose the quarters she has now. She kept silent avoiding the King's eyes but felt the stir of warmth in the abdomen. She was wetter than ever, prepared for his possession. Thranduil searched her wanton face but she would not yield.

"Your silence comes at a price, a punishment for your disobeying your King." The word, he could not help himself, and Nienna was near panting now.

He used his daring fingers to rub up and down her slit before unsheathing himself already ready to enter in.

Nienna moaned loudly and wildly, his size was impossible, he touched a spot so deep within her she could not resist squirming over his cock. He started impossibly slowly, she felt too tight with an impossible grip that could have sent him over the edge. She squirmed further, her hands gripping his shirt and finally a breathy, "please."

"Then speak elleth, when did you come to my palace," his strokes slowed and his thumb ventured to the nub in her slit which drew circles of pure ecstasy.

"Please, please," she begged, her eyes diluted and wild.

Her juices dripped onto the King the smell so fragrant drove him wild with need.

Thranduil did not hold back, he thrust deep within her and pumped into her so hard he was practically roaring. Nienna started slipping and Thranduil hoisted her up to set her down on a narrow table by the far end of the room. He continued to fill her and Nienna mewed with intense need. The noises were sending him and Thranduil knew he needed to stop before it was all over.

So he pulled out and turned the precious elleth onto her front, parting her again and eyed the long awaited prize. She glistened from her own lust, practically dripping from desire and she just smelled so damn good. He brought his face closer, using two digits to spread her lips before taking a taste. She could not have tasted better, sweet and musky better than anything he had ever tried. He licked and circled, his tongue earnestly lapping at the liquid she offered. Soon he began to feel her quiver and he re-entered his little elleth, plundering her until she shuddered. Thranduil released all he had into her, the conniving minx who plagued his days with those smouldering green eyes.

Thranduil took a few steps back to watch his seed drip out from her little pussy. The white liquid smothering her lips and inner thighs, a sight he could stare at for hours.

Nienna quickly picked herself up, pushing her skirts down and covering herself. She maintained a lowered gaze as she realised, she had betrayed Legolas, betrayed him with his own father. Thranduil reached down and held her face between his fingers, forcing her to gaze up at him.

"You're mine elleth."

A/N: I have fixed the chapter, apologies for those who have had to look at the HTML version! PLEASE POST A REVIEW, I'd like feedback on how you think the story is moving.