Chapter Eight
Attrition
Flushed cheeks, eyes wide shut. The misty woodland crept in her bedroom windows on the wave of an icy breeze. The fog swirled above her head cooling her warm body. All around her she could feel an energy, heavy and dark, crawling on all fours like an animal. It was faceless, causing her a disquiet within her own body. It crawled further, growling at her until she felt a tug on the bedsheet under her and her eyes flew open.
"You're mine."
The horror of her actions reckoned with her nerves. Betrayal, shame, whore. Her eyes welled up with hurt at herself, the lack of power she felt. Her chance at a normal life destroyed by her actions, there was no foreseeable escape. The King has had her and will have her, just like Azog, just like Erir. Owned by powerful males, mutilating her beauty and binding her to their wills for eternity. Nienna remembered the ring Erir proposed to her with, an out of shape, dark gold band that was too big for so delicate an elleth. Azog proposed and claimed her cunt for all to see. Now, a King, a King of her own kin no less! He will use her until she bears a child and elves do not easily conceive together if there is a child…she will be married by the laws of her people. Married a third time. And most definitely for the remainder of her life.
Oh Legolas, she whispered, how can you accept me now
Nienna sobbed into her pillow, crying for the first time in a while. Her tears staining the sheets until they were sopping wet. Was there truly no hope for her? All she wanted was a chance at normalcy. Perhaps live alone but live on her terms and independently. But Prince Legolas, saviour and saint, how could she do this to him. Nienna turned onto her back, eyes upturned to the ceiling, the fog swirling into a vision of Erir. His sallow face prominent in the gray gradient of the fog, his mouth moving but she couldn't make out what he said. The fog flattened out before swirling again but this time Azog's brutish face, his signature smirk stretching wide in the gray. Her body tingled like bolts of lightning dancing over her fair skin. Memories and memories like waves crashing on the shore, flooding her mind.
Perfect torture.
The grey mist swirled again, the darks and light parts forming a kneeling woman. Her clothes were ragged and her head hung low. The greys morphed again and the woman was on her back, legs open, her head shaking in pain. The realisation started to dawn on her, she couldn't even recognise the woman, the elleth. It was her, in all her demeaning positions. Her obvious sexual pleasure from those powerful males and yet the strong sharp pain of her abject shame. She shut her eyes at the visions, they were too overpowering. She could not live like this any longer, lost in her own body. There had to be a new way or nothing.
"You're mine."
Last night, the King barely let her escape him and after her covert grasp of the trinket, he changed his mind only to find the room empty and the door slammed shut. His growl and rage sent her fleeing back to her quarters, breathless and afraid. She knew she was running out of time. Staying cooped up in her room would only aggravate a male like the King and soon he'd come knocking. He was just like Azog and Erir, impatient to a fault and so hungry to have her. The thought of being ravished again by the King both enthralled and repulsed her. He was so much more devious; he touched her deeper than his own son. Where Legolas was soft and adoring, Thranduil was domineering. He called to her pleasure where Legolas called to her heart.
The grey mist grew dense and thick in her room, suffocating her. Intoxicating the cells of her lungs like fire smoke.
What's happening…
She began to choke, stuck between the images of Legolas and Thranduil. In a small moment of bravery, she rolled off the bed and crawled on the floor to the bathroom. She slammed shut the door and breathed deeply. She ran a bath and slid in, the steam was a refreshing break from the harsh fog-smoke. The warm water soothed and washed over her naked body. She took the small soap bar and began to lather the sweet lavender scent into her skin. She massaged her long limbs, up past her abdomen and over the crests of her breast. Her free hand snaked over her hip to the apex of her thighs. The tips of her fingers found the place these men all want to go. Nienna had not touched herself, ever. But the desire for clarification was pushing.
She circled her clit, rubbing the gentle nub while she imagined large muscular hands grip her thighs. She recognised the pale orc blue skin of Azog and looked into his eyes, his beastly mouth repulsed her. The weather-beaten face of Erir appeared at her side, his hands were rough and calloused. They tried to cup her supple breast but Nienna had already cast him out of her mind. Then came needy Thranduil, his lofty gaze scanned her little frame in the bath. She was impressed by his bulge as he stood over her, feed on the stone skirting of the tub. She knew he could stretch her impossibly wide, touch that sweet spot till she crumbled. But Legolas appeared, with a halo of light around his lean body. His smile dazzling her and she could feel herself peaking. The way he spoke her name, spoke with her, held her. She was enamoured by him. Her body felt like it was rising above the water and in one bright flash of light, she was back in the tub.
It is decided, she thought, it's always been him.
Nienna quickly dressed, grabbed the trinket and escaped out of the now clear room. Her quick movements stimulated more excess cum to drip from her cunt, Thranduil had emptied everything into her. Nienna quickly wiped some away and snuck up the winding stairs past the guards and into the chamber. Her hand released the trinket into her cloak pocket and she materialised in front of the Prince.
Legolas was sat at the far end of the suite, at his desk, his eyes trained on some parchment in front of him.
"My Prince, I must speak with you," she breathes, "I am not who you think I am."
He stood up from his desk taken aback at the intruder. His piercing blue eyes meet her own and Legolas is enveloped in her beauty once more.
"I believe that, I believe you have more to offer. My Nienna, love, I want to marry you."
Her breath caught in her throat, lodged between the truth and malicious intent. Everything would end if they married, even if the truth came out, she would be under the protection of the Eldar. All they needed to do was invoke the phrase Eru Ilúvatar and she would be saved, forever. Her body burned with deceit, malice and desire, the warmth cultivating on her back like searing pain.
"Yes," she finally said, "yes, I will be yours now and always."
A satisfied smile graced his lips and he kissed her, deeply and with every ounce of love he held for her in his body. Legolas reached under Nienna and picked her up. We walked to his desk and sat her on the desk, on the sheets of important intel from other patrolling guards. He knelt before her parted thighs to look upon his future wife. She glistened like the shimmer on a lake, enticing and mesmerising. He longed for a taste but a sudden realisation burned her cheeks. Her face enflamed at the thought of Legolas witnessing her betrayal, small globs of cum were still dripping from her cunt since last night. She took a steady hand to guide his face back to hers, trying to divert his attention but he shook her off. He spreads her lips, two split fingers just like his father, and begins to lick and swirl in her warm folds. Nienna cannot help but moan loudly, Prince Legolas eats her best. He's so attentive to her every shudder and sound.
"You taste…different Nienna," a delicious shudder erupts within her, "I love this new taste, salty and sweet."
He continues to lick her, suck her, use a curious thumb to strum her bulging clit. Nienna reaches down to grasp his blonde hair and Legolas smirks into her steaming cunt. Nienna can't help but feel, vindicated by this cleansing. If anyone were to erase the evidence of her indiscretion it would be Prince Legolas.
"Please, my Prince, I'm so close," she begs and Legolas feasts ever more. His soft blue eyes watching his beautiful elleth. She started to pant as her peak came into reach but his lips departed hers.
"Not yet sweet wife, I must finish marrying you." The words fell so sweetly on her ears, she was to be married to Legolas.
He slowly entered her, his bulbous head stretching her although, she thought, Thranduil stretched her much further. Thranduil's cock was so girthy she had to spread her thighs as far as she could go. Legolas thrust and thrust deeply, his kisses on her lips tasted like honey. Nienna felt alive and on fire at the same time as he kept rocking into her, he looked into her eyes saying, "we must invoke the name."
"Eru Ilúvatar," he said.
"Eru Ilúvatar," Nienna answered.
With blustering smiles, the couple continued on in their first mating as man and wife.
The gentle inhale and exhale let Nienna know her darling husband was fast asleep. She rose out of bed and stretched her worn limbs after a full day's activities. She was saved.
Wife, elleth, royalty. A completely new identity and one that is better than hoped for. Although she did not exchange wedding bands with her dearly beloved, that was a mere formality. Nothing and no one could break this marriage. She walked around her new quarters, a stark difference to the space she was used to. Legolas had several rooms in his suite and now they were hers too.
She picked up her old clothes from the floor and felt the heavy weight of the trinket in her cloak. She took it and put it in a low cabinet at the back of the shelf and shut the doors on it, she would never need to sneak again.
Knock
Nienna walked proudly to the door, her dressing gown barely covering her breasts and she did not care. She opened the door to find a familiar face staring back at her.
"Maeglin!" She squealed.
Maeglin was shocked to find the elleth answering the door of the Prince! Outrageous, and her breasts, full and plump as they were, indicated she was his bedmate.
"Nienna – I cannot believe you have done this! Your presence in this palace was to be hidden!" He whispered with anger. Nienna stepped outside the room and quietly shut the door behind her. She couldn't help the enveloping smile on her face.
"I know what you have told me but, Maeglin, I am married to the Prince! Is it not exciting news!" She gleamed as she spoke it.
Maeglin looked pale and grave, not mirroring her happiness in the slightest.
"Do I need to remind you about the condition I found you in? Hm? The baby! You are not a virgin! He is a Prince you little whore! You were my little elleth…" Maeglin's face contorted with conflicting emotions, unsure of how or why this had come to pass.
Nienna was waiting for him to blurt out that dirty truth but she was ready.
"I have not spoken a word about my interactions with you and I'm sure my husband won't approve of any slander against his new wife. We spoke the words, Advisor, our marriage is valid and consummated in the eyes of the most High."
Maeglin was silenced, if she was correct, there was no way to prove the manner of her arrival. He could find the baby but nothing about that orc half breed would connect him to her. He would be exposed for keeping secrets, a treasonous elf in the eyes of his King. She mentioned once of her status under Lord Elrond which would protect her further.
"Fine, I will find out for myself if this is true and I will undo it in the eyes of all. Mark my words." Maeglin threatened before departing with a ferocious look. "And tell the Prince he's late for his patrol."
Nienna woke the sleeping Prince and he got ready for his patrol. As he was leaving, he pressed a hard object into her small palm. She opened it to find a delicate white gold ring wreathed in diamonds.
"It was my mother's wedding band and it belongs to you now." He kissed her sweetly before watching her place the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly as if she was made for him. He quickly kissed her again before heading off to patrol.
The world felt bigger somehow, the view from Legolas' windows were brighter, wider and filled with the gentle strums of birdsong. Just how it felt the day she first met him. The only worry she would ever have would be getting pregnant, but that is the least of her worries now. No one could suspect the father of the child of being anyone else. Nienna looked to her left hand at the newly adorned finger. The beautiful, fine jewellery must be older than any elf she had ever met. Such a delicate ring, befitting a consort and future queen.
Knock
Nienna stood and walked to the door, pleasantly surprised to find Captain Tauriel at the other side.
"Captain," Nienna bowed.
"You! Where is your Prince?" Tauriel looked vehemently disgusted, Nienna was practically half-naked at the door. Legolas' conquest in full form. She even looked like a whore but Tauriel spotted something glint in the light. Tauriel snatched her hand and looked devastatingly at the Queen's ring on the whore's finger.
"He-he's married, you," Tauriel could hardly say the words, her heart felt heavy and torn all at once. Her Prince, Hers.
"Soon enough you will be addressing me much differently, Captain," Nienna snatched back her hand with sufficient haughtiness. "Remember you place Tauriel."
Tauriel stood back, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears, she gave a half-hearted bow and left the corridor.
The day moved on slowly, Nienna sat in her husband's bed for hours. The patrols would carry on for hours more. She felt as empty as she did that morning, lost in her own thoughts. Her fingers glided over the bedsheets, stained with all fluids she could think of. Her mind wandered to the hours of lovemaking with her new husband. She showed him all the pleasures of his new wife. She giggled at the memory of Legolas fucking her asshole then moving to her pussy sharing his cum with both greedy openings. It was like he was in a trance, so obsessed with being inside her, possessing her, like those powerful males but he never hurt her and she wanted him.
But the hours ticked by slowly and she couldn't help but touch herself there. Her own fingers ventured to the tight hole but unable to stretch it the way she liked. Like her King. The head of his cock swam in her mind like music on repeat. He could hit the spot and she would grip him like a vice. The idea had her dripping wet and the temptation to just wander up those stairs was so inviting. So Nienna removed the marriage ring and placed it by the bedside table, grabbed the trinket from the cabinet and made her way to the main staircase and all the way up, to King Thranduil's quarters.
Security was scarce as patrols had increased so slipping into the King's chambers was easier than anticipated. She opened the door to his study to find him half-naked from the bottom down at his desk. Dropping down to her knees she crawled quietly, she knew he could not see her but she wanted to surprise him. When she crawled under the desk, she placed the trinket beside her then dragged two fingers up his long, slender legs.
"I could smell you from across the room, elleth." He peered down between his legs to see the upturned gaze of his new plaything. Nienna smiled provocatively before eyeing the thick slab of meat before her. Her King's cock was so mouth-watering, she could not waste a second in devouring it. She took the girthy manhood in her hands and kissed the tip before swirling her mouth over his cock. She sucked and gagged over the length as it reached past the end of her mouth and into her throat. Thranduil gripped his chair arms as she masterfully moved up and down over his member like a professional whore. Soon his hands moved to fist her hair and bob her head up and down the way he liked and he thrust into her open mouth. Her warm wet mouth as inviting as her pussy, Thranduil couldn't help but thrust further in.
Nienna loved watching his face morph into different expressions of pleasure. Soon enough he was spilling down her throat and he tasted exquisite.
"Thank you, my King," Nienna bowed her head, her bare-naked flesh kneeling before the might of her King.
"You have pleased me greatly, elleth. Now take your place on my lap." Nienna gracefully stood and eyed the rapidly growing manhood laying against Thranduil's thigh. He was so big, and she couldn't wait to fit it all inside her. She straddled his lap letting her knees point outward. She felt her pussy lightly brush against the cock and she grasped the near fully hard member.
Carefully she let the head rub against her opening until it hit the hole and she sat down over the bulbous head. The stretch was phenomenal. Pulling her tight pussy apart gave her chills down her spine. She kept sliding down while offering her mouth to the King. Thranduil kissed and nipped at her lips which her pussy situated around his ever-widening shaft. Slowly she began to move up and down, a slow whirl on her hips. Thranduil threw his head back mesmerised by her practiced movement. His groans were low and wanting until he couldn't take the slow torture. He whisked her up and put her on his desk, like father like son. He hooked her legs over his shoulders so the barrier between their bodies was a small as possible.
"I could fuck you all day, Nienna." Hearing her name on his lips pushed her over the edge, her pussy was gushing as she watched her King bent over to inspect the glistening pussy. Nienna remembered Legolas' cum must be dripping from his plundering earlier in the day, her cheeks heated at the idea. But something sinister stirred within her, she very much enjoyed the idea of father and son fucking her and tasting each other without knowing. She felt powerful in her ploy, like a mastermind. She owned their cocks and would have them as she saw fit. Thranduil spread her lips with two fingers and began his ministrations. He was happily deceived by the new taste, but Nienna's juices overpowered. He lapped her up like a lovesick puppy and Nienna couldn't help her moans from escaping.
"Nienna I can't wait any longer." Thranduil braced his cock in his hand and stood up, circling her legs around his hips. "I'm going to fuck you now."
Nienna gasped as he stretched her once again and took her violently. He hit the spot each time and she bucked under him. Her voice was a low whisper, begging, "please, please, please!"
She came on him in the strongest orgasm she had ever had, her pussy throbbing so hard Thranduil came again. He stepped back to see the cum drip from her pussy and it excited him to see his little elleth conquered.
Nienna stepped off the desk, letting the cum continue to slide down her legs. And walked into the next room, a long wood encased bed greeted her and she happily collapsed on top. She peeked behind her to see her King at half-mast ready to take her again.
"Do you want to fuck my ass, master?" And Thranduil grinned.
It was long into the night when Prince Legolas came into his chambers. The bed was empty and he saw the ring on the table. Something has happened, he thought but he was not sure what. He took the ring into his hands, it was cold and now he was worried –
Knock
"Come in," he said commandingly.
Tauriel slipped through the door, her head low as if she were sad. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"Tauriel, speak." He hid the ring quickly in his breeches, he was not ready to tell her yet.
Tauriel looked up and met his eyes, her voice was hoarse and quivering but she managed a few words.
"Is it true, then?" Tauriel enquired.
"I do not understand, Captain." Legolas raised an eyebrow at the question.
"That, that you are now married," the word came out like a bitter screech. Her eyes flooded with tears and she had to turn away. Legolas did not understand her reaction, how did she even know?
"Yes, earlier today in private…how has this got out?" Legolas walked to her and spun her in his arms. She looked at the man she loved and could not recognise him, his pale blue eyes void of their usual brand of loveliness.
"She answered the door earlier…she showed me the ring. I cannot believe you'd choose her, she's not good enough for you!" Her words came out childishly and with complete venom but nothing could hold her back.
"Watch your tongue, she is to be your future queen, Captain." Legolas was heated, he would not accept a word against his wife.
"Does your father even know? Why make this whole thing a secret? Did she force you?" Her questions came quickfire, Legolas could hardly keep up.
"I have told him, I am telling him," Tauriel raised a disbelieving eyebrow, "I'm telling him right now."
Tauriel mockingly stood to the side allowing the Prince to walk past. He turned to face her and hurrumphed before ascending the stairs to his father's chambers. The guards let him past and he walked further and further into the quarters until he heard something.
Like heavy breathing but there were too many pants for it to come from just one person. He heard it through the walls of his father's bedroom and came to the door. The pants were loud moans now, and Legolas smiled. His father was enjoying himself too that day. Legolas decided it best to leave him for now–
"I want more my King, fill my pussy with your cum please!"
A black wave of horror washed over the Prince. That voice, that voice he could recognise anywhere. He turned back around to face the door, the voice begging and pleading for his father's cock, no mercy. Legolas turned the door handle, his heart hammering in his chest, his hands shaking in pure fear. He closed his eyes as the voice called for more cock, to pull her hair as his father took her. Legolas stepped into the room, his body trembling with fear, he was terrified to open his eyes.
"My King, I've never felt a better cock in my life."
His eyes sprang open and his jaw hit the floor. Beautiful black hair spread over the bed, dainty arms clasped behind her back, her ass stuck in the air where his father shoved in his cock. Her face was completely consumed with pleasure, she never made that face with him. Thranduil spat down onto the elleth's pussy and from this angle Legolas saw how wide she was to accommodate the girth. His heart cracked and sank in his chest. His father. His wife.
Suddenly he heard her gasp and Thranduil halted at the sight of his son.
"Legolas! Get out of here!" Thranduil's voice boomed across the room.
A long silence stretched between them until Legolas found the courage to say:
"That's my wife."
Thranduil's eyes grew to more than three times its usual size and pushed the elleth off his cock. He stepped back and Legolas couldn't help but look at the huge member his father possessed. Infinitely larger than his own. Thranduil ran into another room and Legolas looked upon Nienna with a newfound pain in his chest.
"Someone better explain now," Thranduil yelled, re-entering the room in a house gown. Legolas' eyes filled with tears and he couldn't find the will even to stand any longer. He collapsed on the ground, his chest heaving with sadness as he saw the image of his father thrusting into his one love.
"I said I wanted to get married," he said between sobs, "so I married her today. She was the elleth I wanted to show you." His voice cracked at the end as he pointed at Nienna on the bed, the irony of the situation was not lost on him.
"Son, she has been with me last night, she came to me again only a few hours ago." Thranduil informed his son with sheer disbelief that Nienna was the female he spoke of but Legolas sobbed louder. Her infidelity was too much to bear.
"Speak elleth before I kill you," Thranduil stared at her with those piercing eyes.
She mustered as sweet a voice as she could, "it is true your Highness, I have had a relationship with your son for several days now. We married in his quarters as we consummated the union only a few hours ago."
Thranduil fell backwards at the revelation, she had been sneaking in his son's bed for days. The silence fell on the room was everlasting, Nienna sat up on the bed feeling invincible but so guilty. She looked upon her husband and his breaking sobs, her heart felt heavy with suffering.
"Legolas, I-, I did not want to hurt you. Your father cornered me-."
"You should never lie about the King, so choose your words carefully, whore." Thranduil issued this statement before standing up and unfastening the gown.
"You have played a very serious game, now that you have married my only son. You have sought to whore yourself out at the expense of my family's dignity!" Thranduil grabbed Nienna's ankle and dragged her screaming down the bed toward him. "You cock-hungry little slut, what did you seek to gain from this?"
In an instant, Legolas was stood up gripping his father's grasp on Nienna's ankle.
"Father I cannot let you hurt her; she is my wife by law and love." Thranduil huffed at the statement, he had taught him to love his wife no matter what, but this scenario wasn't a consequence he had envisioned.
"She must be punished my son, she sought to use us both for whatever means. How can she love you if she comes to me?" The words cut Legolas but Thranduil had to speak them, it was the only way to break her spell on him. Nienna had already started gushing at the thought of a punishment. She was so delightfully ready to be satiated. Thranduil grabbed his son's face between two fingers and violently released it. Then quickly went to his breeches to untie the laces. Legolas quickly jumped away, "what are you doing father?"
"We are going to punish her!" Thranduil's voice was burning with rage, "we will fuck her until she is tore open. Fuck her till she begs for forgiveness."
Legolas' eyes pleaded with his father but there was no scrap of humanity in him. His father was lost to the rage and disobedience would only ignite it further. So Legolas removed his breeches and took out his cock.
"Suck his cock, slut," Thranduil fisted Nienna's hair and brought her mouth to Legolas' penis. She quickly manoeuvred over the limp flesh, Legolas could not bring himself to feel the excitement until she began to run her tongue over the ridge. Soon his whole cock was deep throating her and Legolas could feel the tingles of primal desire manifest in his blood.
"Good good, Legolas fuck her face, don't let her breathe," Thranduil instructed as he positioned behind the elleth. He put her on her back so he sees his son smack his balls into her pretty little face whilst expanding the tight space of her throat. Thranduil spread her thighs wide apart and pushed them over her abdomen, folding her and stretching out her pussy and asshole. He was now hard from rage, revenge, the little elleth slut will pay for humiliating the Royals of the Woodland Realm. Thranduil slowly entered her pussy, then he pulled out and slowly entered her ass. He repeated alternating between the two before settling into her asshole. Watching the taut puckered lips spread so beautifully over his cock, he took two fingers and nestled them deep into her pussy. Nienna was squirming so deliciously over his cock he could hardly contain himself, even after dropping load after load in the tight whore pussy. Legolas kept shoving his cock in her throat enjoying the screams vibrating on his shaft as she struggled to breathe. Soon enough, Thranduil pulled her off his son's cock and went to lie on the bed.
"We're going to stretch this cunt out," was all Thranduil could say and he brought Nienna on top of him. Nienna was crying, her sobs loud enough to warrant a shushing, her lip was torn from prolonged friction. Thranduil placed his cock into her pussy then beckoned his son forward. Legolas crawled onto the bed, his face a picture of confusion.
"If she likes having us both then she can have us both, put your cock in her pussy too," he invited Legolas. Legolas could see his father's cock completely plugging her pussy and tried to slide in but she was so tight. "Put it in, my son, stretch her out."
Somehow her pussy lips expanded further and Nienna howled in pain, Thranduil quickly slapped her face warning her to stay quiet. And slowly but surely Legolas' cock slid further into her pussy, filling her so impossibly. The pain of the stretch could not match the pure ecstasy she felt being filled by her two favourite cocks. Legolas rocked in her as Thranduil thrust upwards, in a heated moment of anger Legolas quickly raked his fingers in her hair to pull the black mass. Together they fought for every inch of space inside her, rubbing against each other lubricated by her juices.
"You will never be Queen – I will not have it." Thranduil growled at her, "I could never let you take her place!"
His words only seemed to make her wetter, Nienna moved with the cocks rocking them deeper inside her. The feeling was magical, the knowledge that she was full of royal cock sent her past ecstasy to a whole other emotion. They continued to fuck her, and when Legolas started to reach around and circle her clit, Nienna burst into an orgasm. Her shudders rocked their manhood but they kept thrusting in her. Torturing her through overstimulation until she was screaming.
"I can't wait to bear your children." She spoke with a wry smile and then elves suddenly pushed her off them.
"Fuck fuck fuck! Father, we've been cumming in her for days, there's no way she won't be pregnant." Legolas began to fret, "we won't even know who the father would be!"
Thranduil lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, the mess they were in was unimaginable.
"Now that I think about it, what difference does it make. She won't be queen, I'll see to that. Come back here Nienna, I'm not finished with you yet." He placed Nienna's little ass on his cock and Legolas quickly entered her pussy. They both thrusted in their little minx as she squirmed and cried out at the feeling. Legolas couldn't help his hand wrap around her throat, he hated her for this. For making him feel so inferior, so unloved. It felt like this emotion would never leave his life, he was never good enough!
He fucked her and fucked her with all his rage until he came inside. He saw her pussy had torn from their double penetration, but it did not faze him, she would be torn apart before the morning.
Together father and son kept fucking Nienna in every position they could think of, roughly handling her, smacking her until she cried. When they were too exhausted from their activities, they threw her outside the room where she wailed in pain. Legolas, his heart somewhat recovered from his dispassion, came out the door to confront the female.
"I suggest you disappear Nienna, or we will kill before the morn." Legolas' merciful parting words struck Nienna and when her body felt able, she picked herself up and left the chamber. She went to the study room to retrieve her clothes and the trinket and slowly limped down the stairs into the unknown.
Nienna walked down into the bowels of the palace, unable to face her own quarters just yet. She walked and walked, filled with anguish yet her debasement filled her with deep satisfaction. She was used and it remedied her dilemma, she betrayed her one true love and deserved all the humiliation she got.
She delved down more stairs, further and further into the underground until she reached what looked like prison cells. The cell doors were all wide open and Nienna just walked past them before turning into a cell and sitting on a small wooden plank in the corner. After one deep sigh, she let out a long sob.
Why was she always doing this? Why did she default into a whore every time a male touched her? Why could she not just try to integrate back into society as an elleth?
The questions ran through her head, as they always did when she was released from the powers of her owners. In her newfound freedom there was newfound loss, her identity fragmented without a master to impose one on her. Naturally her departure from Mirkwood is imminent, she would have to inform Maeglin of this.
Perhaps, she could make amends and live a life of solitude with her son whom she had to give up in order to have a new life. Ceroden, meaning safe and precious, the only meaning Nienna could give offer so her son could understand why he was given away. He was too precious to hold in her own arms and she knew she had failed as a mother when she first thought Azog could be any kind of father. He became jealous toward the end of her pregnancy, would not share her even though their traditions demanded it. He just wanted to fill her belly with seed, own her voice which only called out for him, and eventually own her children. It would be no place for a child, not matter how orcish. So she left, without telling Olgin – he had changed drastically after her marriage, perhaps because he could no longer fuck her – and ran into the night. Her status as wife and compliant slave gave her an unprecedented amount of trust with the orcs. They truly believed she would never try to escape, that she enjoyed her humiliation, enjoyed sucking any cock in her face.
It was days of hiking and running before she ended up in West Mirkwood, filthy from her expedition. Ceroden was born just days later and swiftly removed from her breast.
"Hello?" A hoarse voice called out, "is someone there?"
The tone had a hint of Orcishness, familiar to Nienna. "Hello?"
The voice called out from a crack in the wall behind her. Nienna turned around and saw the long-jagged crack across the back wall of the cell. Her fingers lightly traced the indents until she found a large hole in which she could peer through.
Pressing an eye to the hole she looked on at an orc sat in another room, it was looking at her through the crack.
"What do you want?" She asked in an orcish tongue. The orc seemed taken aback but replied similarly.
"Get me out – that red head bitch is a monster!"
Nienna was not sure if she heard correctly, the darkness of the room covered the orc.
"Come in to the light." The orc stood up and the light behind her illuminated the orc's face. She gasped loudly and scrambled quickly to cover her mouth. She could not believe it. Green eyes, patchy but long black hair…
"Ceroden!" She exclaimed.
The orc jumped back at her loud tone, "Quiet she-elf, the captain will be back soon. Let me out!"
Nienna could barely contain herself, she was not even sure. How could the baby be near full grown? It had only been over a year or maybe longer. She turned to the side and picked up a nearby rock and started smashing the wall. The stone began to crumble and a hole large enough for the orc to climb through formed.
"Come through, I must see you!" Exclaimed Nienna.
The orc squeezed through the gap and entered her cell, its figure was broad and terrifying but Nienna was only elated.
"You are no mere orc, are you?" Nienna asked.
"I am mixed breed, elf and orc." He replied.
"Who are your parents?"
"My father is Azog, leader of our pack and my mother…died. He says she was very beautiful; she was his wife."
Nienna bowed her head, Azog really loved her in his own sick twisted way. She turned to look at the orc again, the green eyes shone even brighter and Nienna fingered a few strands of its hair.
"You don't recognise me?" She asked impishly. "Ceroden?"
The orc looked at her and suddenly saw her green eyes, her long black hair.
"Why do I look like you?" His breath caught at the sight of her.
"I am your mother, Ceroden."
"My mother died a year ago, I am not Ceroden. I am Fiengar."
Nienna stepped back, shocked at the revelation. There was no way this was not her son, albeit he was much older than anticipated but elf-orc children are so rare no one knows how they grow.
"You look just like how my son would look," she whispered.
"My mother was an she-elf, that is true. She looked just like you but she raised me until some villagers killed her in a skirmish. She was Azog's second wife, from the lands near Lorien."
It was clearer now, Azog was not just in love with her, he was obsessed with her.
"How many wives does he have? How many of them look like me?" She near screamed.
Fiengar was struck by her tone but she looked so much like mama that he could not dare to return the same energy. Like an obedient child he responded.
"Now he has two wives, both are human. Yes they are green eyed with black hair."
It hit her like a tonne of bricks, like blinding light. Azog's obsession needed to be stopped. He was pillaging other females who looked like her. Taking them for himself to satiate this desire he brought on himself. Or did she do this? Did her begging and debasement give so great a pleasure that no other could be saved from his barbarous desire?
She had made him more a monster than ever, now it is time to stop him.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW - I really want to hear your thoughts on this story, good or bad!