Chapter Nine

Stillwater

Dusky Mirkwood, empty shell of lush greenery.

Mercy me.

Can I be saved? Hollow whispers reached the tip of her tongue yet remain unuttered. Her honour tied to her guilt married in shame. Mercy me.

Every thought spilt about her lips like solemn prayers to some higher deity that Nienna had lost connection with. The fear for her soul was now all-consuming, it was surely lost to great males of Middle Earth. At times she would see the gentle streams vein the forest floor or hear the humdrum of birdsong above her pointed ears and think so dearly of her parents. Their love and protection nurtured her and if they had not left, she would still be their darling elleth. But they had, their abrupt departure and her sudden wardship with Lord Elrond threw her. Oh, and how she had fallen. The process was linear, one male to the next, her sexual desire weaponised, her body too weak to fight them.

Nienna turned to her right, the glittering stream flowing past her reflecting the dull sunset. Fiengar walked a couple of paces in front of her. Tall with the orcish hunch, his broad-shouldered body covered in Azog-blue skin. He was the perfect warrior.

Does Ceroden look like this?

"Tell me about your mother, Fiengar." Nienna's voice high and lilting.

A long silence stretched between them and Nienna nearly regretted bringing up his deceased mother.

"She looked like you and nothing like you at the same time….if that makes sense." His words unsure, "she was more beautiful than all the flowers of Lorien. More a mother than the sun herself."

A small smile appeared on her lips, she understood that feeling. A mother is like the sun to a child, mysterious, nurturing, godly. Her own mother felt that way to her for a time.

"I'm sorry about how she died, I'm sorry she was even captured like that I-"

"She willingly married my father, she was honoured to be his wife!" Fiengar's voice raised with trepidation, angered at the thought of anyone sullying the memory of his mother.

"I'm sorry!" Nienna held up her hands in surrender, "I should not have assumed."

"Her loyalty to my father is what got her killed and I'll kill the elf scum responsible, that Captain and the Prince."

Nienna bit her tongue, her abdomen warmed at the memory of sharing that elf scum with his father. Some more time fell between them, Fiengar took it upon himself to scout ahead for any of his brothers and Nienna lagged behind. Mirkwood trees started to thin out and the bright sunshine filtering between the leaves began to burn harsh beams around her. She wondered how far she could go if she ran away. The trinket settled in the cloak pocket she could touch it and run, run all the way back to Rivendell and this would just be forgotten. No one would look for her there. It seemed easy, her fingers reached deeper and deeper into the pocket until the heat of the trinket near scalded her.

"Ow!" She yelped. She reached back into her pocket, but the heat had dissipated.

"What's going on?" Fiengar came back through the trees, he had a sword unsheathed.

"What? Nothing, you got a sword?"

"Yes, my slain brethren are up ahead, we are close to the satellite camp."

Nienna walked forward and together they continued on toward orc territory.

Nienna lay on her back, her new dress pooled about her thighs. She was back again, but this time was different.

"Dear wife has anyone spread these precious thighs, lain with you?" Nienna continued to look up at the ceiling of the camp tent. There was no point in lying, in fact it might be quite interesting to see how Azog responds to her infidelity. Would he release her from her duty and send her back to be ravaged by his brothers but end his obsession with her? Or would he kill her and end all the suffering so she could taste sweet respite? She liked both paths, they led to a similar happiness.

"Yes."

Azog flared his nostrils, unbelieving of her.

"Don't lie little one, I need an answer."

She smirked; he wanted the answer of a terrified slave. She could tell in his voice, his absurdly self-assured tone that his power could not be challenged. He has never known true pain, not the kind that rips your heart. His body is covered in scars, but his heart has never worked a day in its life.

"If you think I have not whored myself to those elves like have with your brothers, then you are mistaken." Her voice was clear, flowing like the stream she fell into all those days ago.

Azog took deep deliberate breaths, his voice growling inside the tent. He took a turn about the space, hands pulsing with unadulterated rage trying to grab at anything he could. His hand snapped a wooden table leg beside the entrance then he suddenly flipped the whole table on his side.

"You. Are. LYING." His roar would have piqued the interest of the entire camp. But Nienna continued to lie on her back and stare at the apex of the tent ceiling where all the sticks criss-crossed together. He came to her, kneeled at her feet at the end of the bed, his eyes trying to draw her attention, but she did not move.

"You are my wife, no others," he was exasperated and scared, his tone gave away his hurt, "you must not lie because you are angry with me."

So, this is how you have abided your actions, she thought, this is how your obsession started.

"I have never been angry with you, Master, but I am not lying. I had three elves, including the Prince and King."

Azog roared again, he was close to losing it, she felt the shaking orc vibrate the whole tent.

"You are lying, why would they want you, you are no royal, no lineage of value. Not even an innocent."

The last word triggered something in her, set her tears from her eyes which fell into the animal pellet beneath her.

"I believe both of them were laying their seed inside me all of yesterday, if you wanted to check." Nienna sat up on her elbows, her mouth contorted into a wry smile. If this is how she dies, destroying the heart of this monster, she'd gladly fall.

Azog hurriedly lifted her skirt and brought his mutilated nose to her pussy. He inhaled right in between her lips and Nienna swore she saw his eyebrows crumple in realisation. There was no mistaking the smell, she caught a whiff of it from where she was. The musk of royals no less.

"I will kill them, for taking my wife." His words were simple, "they killed my second wife too. Not as pretty as you but she looked much the same."

He breathed deeply, reliving that savage memory in his mind. "They took our child, didn't they?"

Nienna's breath caught and she nodded, "it was my choice, now he has a better life."

"He's here, you stupid whore," Azog saw her instant surprise and capitalised, "his bright green eyes gave him away and I brought him home."

Home.

Nienna's plan began to unravel, Ceroden was here. She saw him in her mind's eye for the first time, tall and broad shouldered like Fiengar but somehow more Elvish. He had a charming smile and long, thin nose which he'd bury into books with large maps. Ceroden, warrior and intellectual, Prince and General.

"Bring him to me at once!" Nienna's maternal desires renewed and she sat straight up in the bed. It was time to shelter him from the violent world of Orcs, save him from being a monster like his father.

Azog only laughed, his eyes narrowed, and crawled over her until he was face to face with his wife. He trailed a large digit up and between her trembling thighs, pausing where he sought to take her. The delicate lips parted like rose petals at his touch and Nienna could only gasp as her pussy began to gush.

"Only if you stay, commit to your duties as wife at penalty of death." Azog was always straightforward, Nienna missed the flowery words of her third husband.

"Wife, I remember how you looked to me," Azog whispered in her ear, slyly smirking, "proud of how well you serviced me. Eager to let me fill you, in front of all others."

Nienna's cheeks felt aflame with shame, it was true of course. She had desired nothing more to be brutalised by him, especially when his girthy member plugged and stretched her so well. He was an animal in every sense of the word, he encompassed everything a female of her position was entitled to. With a brave hand she reached below him, sliding his loincloth to the side with practiced deft fingers. She found his engorged cock, too large for her own dainty hand but she encircled the shaft and began to work him. Azog's eyes followed her own and her mounting desire became evident on her face. Her other hand fell to her pussy where Azog's hand was and together she massaged her clit as he pumped his fingers in her wet pussy. Nienna could barely keep her eyes open, the pleasure was too strong, and she felt lost in his touch.

"Master," was all she could muster.

"Little one become my wife again," Azog's whispered, "I will give you what you seek."

Nienna cared little for his games and brought the tip of his penis toward her entrance. She took out his exploring fingers ready for his member. But Azog straddled her and grabbed her wrists bringing them to the sides of her head.

"I will always win." He said, his jaw extending wider from his arrogant smile.

Nienna's eyes began to well up, this was supposed to be easy. She was supposed to taunt him, destroy him but now her son... Her ruin was a straight shot, but her redemption is impossible.

"I will accept on one condition," she breathed, Azog lifted his head to look at her, "you will release your wives and there will be no others but me."

Azog grinned, "are you jealous? Pretty elleth you have always been my favourite."

"No one else." Nienna remained resolute, if he believed it jealousy then she could not help this delusional orc.

"I accept," Azog breathed as he slowly slid into her. Ever ready to receive him, Azog could not hold back his delight at the little elleth who had snuck back into his bed.

The Elvenking's Halls were decorated voraciously with the overwhelming bloom of white lilies. The smell alone drove King Thranduil into a state of permanent nostalgia. He could not escape his dead wife, her sleeping face haunted his steps, sometimes he even heard her whispering laugh echo throughout the dark corners. Thranduil felt his chest empty and inflate with guilt, how he greedily and incessantly slobbered like a common dog over that elleth. He potentially sullied his family line and he could not protect Legolas. He could not save him from her enchanting beauty. No male could resist enslavement by her pussy, not even he. He missed his dead wife more than ever.

"Speak."

"I am frightfully speechless, your highness," Maeglin muttered, "I do not believe all that you say is true."

"Believe me, I want to find that whore, I want to annihilate her family and all those who sent that snipe into my bed." Thranduil was shaking, his hand reaching for the nightmarish vision of her that plagues his every sense. "She must be executed before-"

"Before, sire?" Maeglin inquired.

"Before any detectable hint of pregnancy appears." Thranduil finished before settling back into his seat. The gravity of his words silenced the room, to kill her if she was with child would be a crime so severe, his legitimacy as ruler would be called into question.

"Father, I have married her."

"So you keep saying, Legolas, it won't save her. Only we three and her know of this marriage."

"And Tauriel."

"Oh, help me, how many people know!?" Thranduil threw his head back exasperated.

"The Royal Advisor, Captain of the army, and the King of Mirkwood. The only people who need to know already do!" Legolas countered. Their pale blue eyes locked in on one another.

"Why are you so ready to claim her, knowing what she's done? Knowing I laid with her within the first few hours of your marriage."

Legolas turned away; his heart burned in his chest. His father was correct, he should hate her. He felt like falling to the floor and crying out into the void, calling to the West to take him from the hell he had forged for himself. But something about this seemed unnatural. She was happy, herself, and dedicated to him. She was his and willingly so. Legolas knew his father, forceful and inconsiderate to the feelings of others. She might not have wanted to…But the memory of her screaming for more, begging for his father, his father was better. Legolas could hardly stand it. Thranduil couldn't punish her without involving him, plugging her cunt. He had to have her again even after he knew she was his wife.

"She is mine. You will not have her again; her soul is mine in marriage and if you harm her then I must kill you." Legolas spoke with such venom he was afraid of his father's response.

"Legolas – I am King. If I want to choke her on my cock before the entire kingdom, I will. Wife or not."

Legolas could not stomach it any longer, he stormed out of the room without a look back.

"Hm, Maeglin, tell me what you know about her." His indifferent tone reset the room.

Maeglin stepped forward and cleared his throat.

Prince Legolas stormed through the front doors of the Elvenking's palace, his longbow in hand and rations packed in a satchel, he was going to save his wife. His own father was so dedicated to his mother, so in love with her, even when she was ill he would not leave her side. Legolas knew in his heart it was time to save his own wife, love her the same, and hope to all higher powers she was unharmed.

"Prince! Wait!" Tauriel shouted behind him, she ran from the palace to his side. "Patrols are not for another day while the scouts reassess."

"I'm not patrolling Tauriel, I'm going to save my wife." Legolas carried on walking, more determined than ever to find her.

"What's happened, is she not in her chambers?"

Legolas sighed, he looked onto his red headed friend and knew that he could trust her. Maybe she could even help.

"Tauriel, she was banished." Legolas kept walking between the tall forest trees.

"What?! By who?"

"Father."

"Legolas you need to give me more information, I'll help you. I always have your back, but I need to know why." Tauriel's glinting eyes were so genuine that Legolas felt guilty.

"Tauriel – She, she lay with my father, within hours of our marriage she went to him or maybe he summoned her. But she lay with him and she has been laying with him. Father banished her once he found out we were married."

They kept walking whilst Tauriel processed the information. It was a lot to process. She kept trying to find the words to comfort her Prince but there were none.

"I am sorry Legolas."

"And now I am tied to that whore for the rest of my life."

Tauriel grabbed him and pulled him into a deep hug, she felt his body tremble uncontrollably as he began to sob. She felt so sorry for him, trapped in a marriage with someone like that. Tauriel knew she was trouble from the beginning.

"I will help you Legolas, I will always help you." Legolas regained his composure and kept walking. Tauriel fast behind him as the travelled deeper into the shadows of Mirkwood. "How do you know where she went?"

"I don't know but she will not be far, it's only been a few hours." Legolas sighed.

"Their lives are nothing to their people, they would be cast out as orc whores. Father did them a service." Were Fiengar's attempt at comforting words.

Nienna cried into her hands having watched Azog kill the two common folk women. One resembled her quite closely it shook Nienna to the core. Azog was brutal and savage, but even he could not be without mercy. One had just given birth and the newborn did not survive, another death to add to the ever-growing list. Nienna decided resolutely to give her whole heart to Azog for full access to their son. That meant getting rid of the other women, just…not like this. Anna and Fiona, daughters of Wilder men, whose villages were pillaged and whose faces gave them a second chance at life. She spoke to Anna, the one who had the stillborn, about Azog and what had happened in the camp.

Nienna's 'abduction' was a key priority for all orc brothers who were sent into Mirkwood looking for her. The shiver Nienna experienced came from that vivid memory at Miner's Waterfall. The orcs had recognised her, they had come to take her if it wasn't for Legolas' protection. All those orc scouts, all for her. Anna said not many orcs came back and Azog was planning to scale war against the elves to save her. The act even the thought was in some small way heart-warming, but Anna spoke of Azog's violence. How he brutalised her, night after night, angry at why she couldn't just enjoy all the cock she could have. Anna said she hated it, hated being degraded like that. She hated swallowing cum like a drain, she felt like killing herself a few times. She thanked the gods her father was dead. Nienna had no words to comfort her because as sad she was for Anna, she was the one who enjoyed it and set the precedent for the other wives. It was her fault Anna wanted to die.

Then Anna spoke of her son, she called him charming. Ceroden was called something else in the camp, a horrible garble of twisted black speech and Nienna ordered for it to be stopped. Their son was not an orc, he was a half-breed, a warrior and so precious to her. Nienna felt it in her very bones to protect the child, as a mother should.

Azog turned to her from the far edge of the camp where he ordered the execution. He did a low bow in acknowledgement, to taunt that his end of the bargain was complete. Nienna sobbed more, there was little to be gained in this battle against him.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a tall, muscular frame walk toward her. Nienna turned to the side wiping her tears away and then made to go back into Azog's tent.

"Mother?"

Nienna could hardly breathe, every fibre in her knowing when she would turn around everything would be different. So she turned, drinking in the sight of the impossibly tall half-orc male. Broad-shouldered with long black hair, he had deep green eyes. His face was angular with Azog's wide nose. He could hardly be mistaken.

"Ceroden?" He smiled at the name and came forward. He had such a moderate temperament, unlike Fiengar.

"My son," Nienna embraced him, he was so big! Her arms could only get around his chest, she wished she could have watched him grow up. He hugged her back, his chin resting on the top of her head, he played with the black strands of her hair.

"Come, we have plenty to discuss."

"Father said you were taken by the elves in Mirkwood, there they sequestered you away so he could not rescue you."

Nienna half-laughed but struggled with her words. How much could she say before getting into trouble?

"But I know he is wrong, I know he sent you away, I-"

"Ceroden, I will never lie to you or hide the truth behind flowery words. But you must trust me, I left because I thought there was a chance at saving you from this life. I have no idea how or why I ended up being found at Mirkwood, but it happened. I was saved by an elf and my fate was sealed. There was no decent way to raise you in elvish society, not without great harm to yourself. So, I was promised you would be raised by a family who would maintain the secret and you would be safe."

Ceroden contemplated this new information for a moment, his deft fingers rubbing against this blue-skinned chin.

"So you chose to leave father?"

"Yes, it was my choice."

"Why would you, you were going into the Wild unprotected."

"It was worse here, nothing out there was as bad as here. You must believe me."

Nienna thought over what she had said. Was staying with Azog truly that horrible? If it meant her son would be fed, clothed, and trained? She would be brought low, debased but she would have wife status and considering how her body affected Azog, she would not have been shared. She ate three meals a day, slept until noon, and only worried about how swollen her nether lips had gotten. It was an easy life. But her son, watching his mother in the daily assaults of her body. The orcs getting to see her cunt spread wide for their leader and spill his seed all over the ground. Ceroden would think females like being treated that way and she would have to watch him hurt another female like that. Ceroden would be as mindless and insensible as his orc half, he would not pursue arts or science but would pillage and plunder like a savage.

"You, unlike many of your orc brethren, have the capacity to be a greater being than a violent conqueror. You can read, write, learn…you could be so intelligent and cultured. You are able to even walk on snow without disturbing the flakes beneath your feet-"

"Like an elf?"

"Yes, like an elf."

"Mother, mother I think I understand. But I have been here a long time, Fiengar is my brother, my true brother. His mother took care of me also when she was alive. I have seen more kindness and happiness here than I ever did in the care of that family…

They are not the sort of people who you would describe as loving. They were common folk and lived just north of here. They made no real attempt to preserve my identity and within three months I was delivered to this camp."

"You are my real mother, but my true mother died in battle in trying to save father." Ceroden stood up and went to the tent entrance but turned to look back at the shocked elleth.

"I will serve you as a son, but only because I must." And with that, he was gone.

Two Months Later…

The sky raged in orange and red hues smeared across the wide canvas. The mix of colour reflected off the large river by the end of the camp where Nienna wandered into the water, her clothes strewn by the banks. The wolf whistles echoed from East to West as the orc soldiers clambered from their tents to watch their queen bathe in the salty water of Giadden River. She felt their piercing hot gazes drape her wet skin, their lust searing hot. She could feel hundreds of hands desperately wanting to touch her, desperately parting her nether lips over and over in their dirty little minds. Some days she wished she could be ravaged by them, but Azog would find out. His spies made sure her cunt had round the clock protection, she was, after all, carrying the next heir.

But in this fleeting moment of freedom, she basked in their imaginations. Taking the gentle river water in her cupped hands and massaging the temperate water over her swelling breasts. Lathering the soap bar between her hands and letting her hands slowly and deliberately paint her skin in suds. She washed her hair, making sure to bend over and thoroughly rinse out any excess soap. Her legs were parted as she leant forward, her pussy on display for all the orcs to see. They collectively groaned when she stood back up to squeeze the water out of her hair and she carried on washing the rest of her body. Soon she came out of the water and sat on the bank, no intention of clothing herself. The sky was much darker now, the only light left was from the fading sun in the West. The wind was softer now, too, and the gentle breeze reminded her of the little kisses Legolas planted on her cheeks. Her lightly shivering hands snaked over her hips and she pressed against the already hardened nub nestled between her nether lips. She could imagine him so clearly, light blonde hair tucked behind his pointed ears. His dazzling smile reflecting the perfect Mirkwood sun. He made her shiver with delight every time he said her name. He was a fairy tale.

Suddenly, a hot mouth covered her right breast and Nienna yelped in fright.

"Hush, wife, I have come to help you."

Azog sat behind her, his legs enclosing her body and his long arms had no difficulty in finding her sopping wet pussy. He gently played with one digit, testing her tightness and she tightened around him every time.

"Always wet thinking of me, exquisite creature." Azog moaned in her ear. Nienna loved his thick finger plugging her, a sign of what was to come. His other arm wrapped behind her back and onto her other breast. Massaging the thick, heavy mound until Nienna was moaning and squirming.

"Master please…" she was breathless.

Azog smugly grinned behind her, the past two months have been absolutely perfect. Now she carried the next heir, everything he had hoped for was now achieved. Nienna took this opportunity to swivel onto her front and push Azog onto his back. Her small hips straddled his wide frame and before Azog could react she planted as loving a kiss as she could manage. Her hips gyrated and moved over his hardening cock and she could feel her juices coat the girthy member.

"I want you to watch me," Nienna said in black speech. She guided the head of his cock to her entrance and looked into his eyes as she slowly, carefully lowered herself on him. He couldn't help his moan and tight Nienna slide down him. He was perfectly and impossibly wide. She raised her hips and lowered them in a rocking motion, following a rhythm in her body she set free. Azog's body, coated in scars and bruises, seemed so beautiful. Thick muscled and powerful underneath her little pregnant body. He cupped her belly, rubbing a loving hand over the curve.

She quickly began to increase her speed, her hips moving on their own.

"Master." She called, the wind carrying her voice over the camp. Azog grunted, her hips were not enough for him.

"Enough," he roared. And her gently turned her onto her back, one protective hand over her belly. He back to rock into her, their eyes never breaking their lock. Nienna's body began to shudder and vibrate, Azog kissing her open mouth as they panted. His girth stretching her out as he became ready to pump his seed into her belly. And in a flash of light, Nienna's orgasm shook her whole body, her cunt overflowing with cum already. Azog touched his sweating forehead to hers, a sweet laughter as his cock throbbed in her cunt making her belly feel like it would explode. She kissed him, holding his large head in her hands, and kissed him more. Slowly he picked her up, letting her head rest on his shoulder all the while not letting his cock escape her cunt as he carried her back to the tent.

Across the water, behind some trees on the banks of the river, Legolas aimed his arrow. His hand trembling from the intense passion he witnessed. But he shut one eye, breathed in and out then in and out, whispering:

"Time to come home, wife."

A/N: Thank you for reading - Please review, who do you want Nienna to end up with? PLEASE REVIEW