Give Me A Reason Why
By: Kuroi Atropos
Warnings: Slash, rape, AU, and as always my annoying habit of pulling people from different times/worlds to meet themselves
Summary/Pairings/Disclaimer: Read Chapter One
Dedications:
Dara Lynn (I got the spelling right, right?) . Thanks for the e-mail. Sorry this was out later then I said it would be, but I ran into more problems then I expected, then it just didn't sound right so I had to rework it.
AC.. Read her series 'The Folly of Starlight.'
Julia. EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU TO HER!!! She's the one who kept hounding me to update! Miss ya girl!!
Anyone who e-mailed me and I forgot to mention, I'm sorry!
"Common Tongue"
'Elfish'
/Dark Language (a.k.a. Orc grunts and nasty spells)/
**Flashbacks, P.O.V. and scene changes**
Thoughts and other stuff in Reg
AUTHOR'S APOLOGIES!! Sorry this is so late, but again, I've been busy, things have yet again been rather, horrible.. I had to stay up after a nine hour shift with the help of twice the usual dose of Adderoll just to write this so please don't be mad. I do have some time around the holidays, so expect a few chapters this week (hopefully).
**Chapter Three**
Sauron allowed himself a smile as he looked down upon the golden haired Prince on his bed.
Legolas, as with other elves, hadn't moved an inch in his sleep, and was still spread out just as Sauron had left him.
He frowned a little when he realized that his Gem's emerald eyes were closed. He must have been a little rough in pushing Legolas into unconsciousness if his eyes were closed in his sleep. Oh well, live and learn.
He reached forward and ran a finger down his Gem's pale cheek. 'My Gem, wake for me..'
Legolas's eyes fluttered open on the command and Sauron's smile returned. Perhaps he would not need to give that fool Elrond's ring to Legolas, not if the young one was already responding such to his orders. But then again it would be worth it for the way it would hack away at Elrond's heart.
His Gem's eyes finally focused on him and Legolas gave a shout and jumped back in surprise.
The ring would also help quell outbursts such as that.
He calmly sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Come here, my Gem."
Legolas only backed up further, and Sauron sighed.
It would also prevent moments like this.
"My Gem, must I remind you what is at stake." He raised his hand and in it appeared a ball of light and the faces of all those he loved flashed through it.
Legolas took a deep breath and moved to sit stiffly beside Sauron who smiled, the ball of light disappearing from his hand as it moved to stroke Legolas's cheek.
"So beautiful. Elrond truly did not deserve you."
"Elrond loves me. Truly loves me. He saw me as more than you do. You and all the others saw me as a trophy."
Sauron threw back his head and laughed that deep throated laugh that Legolas was beginning to hate.
"My Gem, you are so magnificent that you are a trophy. Any who could claim you for their own would have to boast."
"No, they wouldn't."
Sauron sighed and stood. Looking down at Legolas he moved his fingers from Legolas's cheek before stepping back and snapping his fingers.
The doors to the room burst open revealing six orcs in pairs, each pair dragged between them a small form and Legolas jumped realizing that they were the companions of the ring bearer, Frodo.
With a nod from Sauron the Orcs threw the half-lings to the ground and without a nod of consent to the yea or nay of his actions Legolas threw himself to his knees to see to the Hobbits.
"The rest of them are currently going under reeducation, so as to better serve my Gem, these are to tide you over until they are ready."
Legolas looked up, and despite the many years he had spent learning how to school what emotions he showed at his father's knee he couldn't mask the shear hatred and disgust from his features.
Sauron stepped forward to where Legolas was kneeling over the hobbits and clasped Legolas's chin firmly in his hand and pulled the golden elf up until his shinning emerald eyes met his own fire ones.
"My Gem, never look at me that way again. EVER!"
The last he almost shouted in the young prince's face. Legolas flinched just a little but his Gem's eyes didn't budge from his, his gaze remaining boldly defiant.
Sauron smirked and dropped his head, for the first time fully kissed the gorgeous elf.
Legolas struggled against him and Sauron brought his other arm up around the gem, locking his arms against his chest and pulling the golden child against him tightly.
Sauron forced the elf's mouth open with his tongue but drew back laughing as Legolas tried to nip at it.
"Oh my Gem, you really are a treasure." He released Legolas and smiled as the elf hastily stepped backward, but still remained in between him and the trembling hobbits.
Legolas wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and it took all of his will power to keep from spitting and running and cowering in a corner, he couldn't leave the hobbits undefended. He glared at Sauron and watched as the Dark Lord turned and strode over to where Lord Elrond's wardrobe had been.
He watched as Sauron moved one of the hangings aside revealing the great oak door. However when the false elf opened the door to the wardrobe the clothes that normally hung there were of a far different nature.
Gone were the russet browns and deep reds, the rich greens and pale creams.
Every robe, every stitch of clothing that had belonged to his beloved, that had brought out the soulful eyes or the shimmering strands of dark gold among the brown of his hair, it was all gone.
Replaced by various shades of gold a green. Nothing but gold and green, the prominent shades being those that perfectly matched his hair and eyes.
He watched as Sauron fingered through a few before pulling out a solid gold piece. The Dark Lord held it up for a moment then glanced at Legolas and nodded. He tossed the robe over onto the bed then snapped his fingers and Legolas turned at the flurry of movement from behind him.
He sighed with relief seeing it was only the Orcs leaving the room. He turned back to face Sauron and would have toppled over from surprise if the Dark Lord's arms hadn't wrapped around him.
How had he covered the entire span of Elrond's room so quickly?
Sauron smirked at the bewildered look on Legolas's face and chastely kissed Legolas's forehead.
"My Gem, do be sure to be ready within the hour, I wouldn't want to be late for my little victory celebration."
Legolas head snapped up, and his eyes went wide with shock. "What!?"
Sauron smiled and trailed his fingers through Legolas's hair. "Oh, yes, you don't know. Tonight we shall celebrate my conquest of Middle Earth with those who, helped my cause."
The Dark Lord laughed again, this time it was slightly mocking, with an air of disdain that made Legolas hate him all the more.
"Tonight shall be feasting and pleasure abounds, as those who served come to claim their rewards, slaves, trophies, pleasure, treasure and power shall be their rewards. Men, weak fools, drawves, their spirits crushed, and elves, brought to the fold of shadow I give them, the power of darkness, which will cover the lands of Middle Earth until it's dying day!"
As Sauron spoke images again began to assualt his mind, burning villages, ravished castles, Mirkwood, Rivendell, Lorien, all burning. Shadows spreading from Barad-dur, it's great eye glowing. Darkness seeping from Mordor, from Isengard, from the burnt offerings to the darkness that had once been Lorien and Rivendell.
He saw his father's castle, set against the mountains, smoke curling aorund it as the beautiful forests he had grown up in turned to ash. His vision shifted and the walls became clear as spring water. His mind flew through the outer wall and through the darkening corridors til at last he came to his father's throne room.
He cried out in utter disbelief as he saw the transformation, so similar to that of Elrond's chamber, piles of riches, his friends, his tutors, his family, bowed before his father..
Sitting atop a golden throne with diamond inlay and laughing, laughing..
His, "ADA!!"
The vision surrounding him died with his scream. Shattered to the floor in shards of shadow that sunk into the fabric covered floor.
His Father wouldn't.
Daddy.
He fought back sobs as he began fighting against Sauron's arms around him, for the first time in ernest. This couldn't happen, it couldn't be happening!
It was a nightmare! It had to be!
He screamed in a rage that stemmed from deep inside of him, one that now seemed boundless.
He vaguely heard Sauron yell at him, try to restrain him.
He threw his weight from side to side, fighting against Sauron's tightening grip.
Legolas felt more then saw the Dark Lord give up trying to physically hold him.
He shoved free of Sauron right as he felt a wave of shadow break free in his mind. The wave hit his mind and his scream turned soundless as the pain overwhelmed his every thought.
Another burst of shadow hit him, this time with the force of a thousand screams of pain.
Legolas collapsed to the floor in pain, his hands grasping at his head as another wave crashed down upon his mind yet again.
The pain, by the Valar the pain!
After a time that seemed more then the centuries he'd lived the waves stopped coming and had huddled in a ball on the floor, his mind reeling at the lack of the shadow blows.
"I warned you I would only hurt you if you forced me, my beautiful Gem. Never fight me again. Never."
Legolas weakly lifted his head and despite the residual wake of pain the shadow waves he had caused managed to glare at Sauron.
Sauron knelt over him and stroked his cheek, Legolas was forced to let him as he was too weak to lift even a finger to push the hand away.
The Dark Lord Laughed again, sending ripples of shadow and pain through Legolas's already weakened body and he couldn't stop the shiver that took him over from head to toe.
Sauron stood and looked down on the pale and shivering golden elf.
"You are so beautiful. I can't wait to see you tonight, dressed for my pleasure. Take your time, for you have three hours until I come collect you. Ensure that you bath, you've been unconscious for days longer then you know, the robes on the bed will be perfect, and this."
Sauron moved to the side a ways and picked up a large flat box from one of the tables. He carried it over to Legolas and knelt beside his Gem.
When Legolas did not even make and effort to move away from him Sauron wondered if maybe he hadn't gone a little over the top.
But, no, the Gem had to learn whose he was. That was that.
He laid the box down beside the elf's head and fingered the lock which opened at his command.
Inside on a pillow of blood red velvet lay a finely crafted, delicate looking diadem. Cast of the finest gold Legoas had ever seen, the thinly twisted strands resembled vines, and so great was the craftmanship the vines actually appeared to be living gold versions of the green brethren they were moddled after. Leaves twined round the vine and out gracefully from the main twisting of vines. The diadem delicately curved down into a point in which a pointed emerald the size of one of his arrow heads was set.
"A crown fit for a prince, my Gem Prince."
Sauron stood and walked to the door, pausing on his way out to look down at the hobbits, see he is ready in time, or I shall take the extra time from your hides."
The Dark Lord Left the room in a swirl of black capes and hobbit tears as Legolas stared vacantly at the delicate crown.
Gem Prince indeed.
By: Kuroi Atropos
Warnings: Slash, rape, AU, and as always my annoying habit of pulling people from different times/worlds to meet themselves
Summary/Pairings/Disclaimer: Read Chapter One
Dedications:
Dara Lynn (I got the spelling right, right?) . Thanks for the e-mail. Sorry this was out later then I said it would be, but I ran into more problems then I expected, then it just didn't sound right so I had to rework it.
AC.. Read her series 'The Folly of Starlight.'
Julia. EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU TO HER!!! She's the one who kept hounding me to update! Miss ya girl!!
Anyone who e-mailed me and I forgot to mention, I'm sorry!
"Common Tongue"
'Elfish'
/Dark Language (a.k.a. Orc grunts and nasty spells)/
**Flashbacks, P.O.V. and scene changes**
Thoughts and other stuff in Reg
AUTHOR'S APOLOGIES!! Sorry this is so late, but again, I've been busy, things have yet again been rather, horrible.. I had to stay up after a nine hour shift with the help of twice the usual dose of Adderoll just to write this so please don't be mad. I do have some time around the holidays, so expect a few chapters this week (hopefully).
**Chapter Three**
Sauron allowed himself a smile as he looked down upon the golden haired Prince on his bed.
Legolas, as with other elves, hadn't moved an inch in his sleep, and was still spread out just as Sauron had left him.
He frowned a little when he realized that his Gem's emerald eyes were closed. He must have been a little rough in pushing Legolas into unconsciousness if his eyes were closed in his sleep. Oh well, live and learn.
He reached forward and ran a finger down his Gem's pale cheek. 'My Gem, wake for me..'
Legolas's eyes fluttered open on the command and Sauron's smile returned. Perhaps he would not need to give that fool Elrond's ring to Legolas, not if the young one was already responding such to his orders. But then again it would be worth it for the way it would hack away at Elrond's heart.
His Gem's eyes finally focused on him and Legolas gave a shout and jumped back in surprise.
The ring would also help quell outbursts such as that.
He calmly sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Come here, my Gem."
Legolas only backed up further, and Sauron sighed.
It would also prevent moments like this.
"My Gem, must I remind you what is at stake." He raised his hand and in it appeared a ball of light and the faces of all those he loved flashed through it.
Legolas took a deep breath and moved to sit stiffly beside Sauron who smiled, the ball of light disappearing from his hand as it moved to stroke Legolas's cheek.
"So beautiful. Elrond truly did not deserve you."
"Elrond loves me. Truly loves me. He saw me as more than you do. You and all the others saw me as a trophy."
Sauron threw back his head and laughed that deep throated laugh that Legolas was beginning to hate.
"My Gem, you are so magnificent that you are a trophy. Any who could claim you for their own would have to boast."
"No, they wouldn't."
Sauron sighed and stood. Looking down at Legolas he moved his fingers from Legolas's cheek before stepping back and snapping his fingers.
The doors to the room burst open revealing six orcs in pairs, each pair dragged between them a small form and Legolas jumped realizing that they were the companions of the ring bearer, Frodo.
With a nod from Sauron the Orcs threw the half-lings to the ground and without a nod of consent to the yea or nay of his actions Legolas threw himself to his knees to see to the Hobbits.
"The rest of them are currently going under reeducation, so as to better serve my Gem, these are to tide you over until they are ready."
Legolas looked up, and despite the many years he had spent learning how to school what emotions he showed at his father's knee he couldn't mask the shear hatred and disgust from his features.
Sauron stepped forward to where Legolas was kneeling over the hobbits and clasped Legolas's chin firmly in his hand and pulled the golden elf up until his shinning emerald eyes met his own fire ones.
"My Gem, never look at me that way again. EVER!"
The last he almost shouted in the young prince's face. Legolas flinched just a little but his Gem's eyes didn't budge from his, his gaze remaining boldly defiant.
Sauron smirked and dropped his head, for the first time fully kissed the gorgeous elf.
Legolas struggled against him and Sauron brought his other arm up around the gem, locking his arms against his chest and pulling the golden child against him tightly.
Sauron forced the elf's mouth open with his tongue but drew back laughing as Legolas tried to nip at it.
"Oh my Gem, you really are a treasure." He released Legolas and smiled as the elf hastily stepped backward, but still remained in between him and the trembling hobbits.
Legolas wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and it took all of his will power to keep from spitting and running and cowering in a corner, he couldn't leave the hobbits undefended. He glared at Sauron and watched as the Dark Lord turned and strode over to where Lord Elrond's wardrobe had been.
He watched as Sauron moved one of the hangings aside revealing the great oak door. However when the false elf opened the door to the wardrobe the clothes that normally hung there were of a far different nature.
Gone were the russet browns and deep reds, the rich greens and pale creams.
Every robe, every stitch of clothing that had belonged to his beloved, that had brought out the soulful eyes or the shimmering strands of dark gold among the brown of his hair, it was all gone.
Replaced by various shades of gold a green. Nothing but gold and green, the prominent shades being those that perfectly matched his hair and eyes.
He watched as Sauron fingered through a few before pulling out a solid gold piece. The Dark Lord held it up for a moment then glanced at Legolas and nodded. He tossed the robe over onto the bed then snapped his fingers and Legolas turned at the flurry of movement from behind him.
He sighed with relief seeing it was only the Orcs leaving the room. He turned back to face Sauron and would have toppled over from surprise if the Dark Lord's arms hadn't wrapped around him.
How had he covered the entire span of Elrond's room so quickly?
Sauron smirked at the bewildered look on Legolas's face and chastely kissed Legolas's forehead.
"My Gem, do be sure to be ready within the hour, I wouldn't want to be late for my little victory celebration."
Legolas head snapped up, and his eyes went wide with shock. "What!?"
Sauron smiled and trailed his fingers through Legolas's hair. "Oh, yes, you don't know. Tonight we shall celebrate my conquest of Middle Earth with those who, helped my cause."
The Dark Lord laughed again, this time it was slightly mocking, with an air of disdain that made Legolas hate him all the more.
"Tonight shall be feasting and pleasure abounds, as those who served come to claim their rewards, slaves, trophies, pleasure, treasure and power shall be their rewards. Men, weak fools, drawves, their spirits crushed, and elves, brought to the fold of shadow I give them, the power of darkness, which will cover the lands of Middle Earth until it's dying day!"
As Sauron spoke images again began to assualt his mind, burning villages, ravished castles, Mirkwood, Rivendell, Lorien, all burning. Shadows spreading from Barad-dur, it's great eye glowing. Darkness seeping from Mordor, from Isengard, from the burnt offerings to the darkness that had once been Lorien and Rivendell.
He saw his father's castle, set against the mountains, smoke curling aorund it as the beautiful forests he had grown up in turned to ash. His vision shifted and the walls became clear as spring water. His mind flew through the outer wall and through the darkening corridors til at last he came to his father's throne room.
He cried out in utter disbelief as he saw the transformation, so similar to that of Elrond's chamber, piles of riches, his friends, his tutors, his family, bowed before his father..
Sitting atop a golden throne with diamond inlay and laughing, laughing..
His, "ADA!!"
The vision surrounding him died with his scream. Shattered to the floor in shards of shadow that sunk into the fabric covered floor.
His Father wouldn't.
Daddy.
He fought back sobs as he began fighting against Sauron's arms around him, for the first time in ernest. This couldn't happen, it couldn't be happening!
It was a nightmare! It had to be!
He screamed in a rage that stemmed from deep inside of him, one that now seemed boundless.
He vaguely heard Sauron yell at him, try to restrain him.
He threw his weight from side to side, fighting against Sauron's tightening grip.
Legolas felt more then saw the Dark Lord give up trying to physically hold him.
He shoved free of Sauron right as he felt a wave of shadow break free in his mind. The wave hit his mind and his scream turned soundless as the pain overwhelmed his every thought.
Another burst of shadow hit him, this time with the force of a thousand screams of pain.
Legolas collapsed to the floor in pain, his hands grasping at his head as another wave crashed down upon his mind yet again.
The pain, by the Valar the pain!
After a time that seemed more then the centuries he'd lived the waves stopped coming and had huddled in a ball on the floor, his mind reeling at the lack of the shadow blows.
"I warned you I would only hurt you if you forced me, my beautiful Gem. Never fight me again. Never."
Legolas weakly lifted his head and despite the residual wake of pain the shadow waves he had caused managed to glare at Sauron.
Sauron knelt over him and stroked his cheek, Legolas was forced to let him as he was too weak to lift even a finger to push the hand away.
The Dark Lord Laughed again, sending ripples of shadow and pain through Legolas's already weakened body and he couldn't stop the shiver that took him over from head to toe.
Sauron stood and looked down on the pale and shivering golden elf.
"You are so beautiful. I can't wait to see you tonight, dressed for my pleasure. Take your time, for you have three hours until I come collect you. Ensure that you bath, you've been unconscious for days longer then you know, the robes on the bed will be perfect, and this."
Sauron moved to the side a ways and picked up a large flat box from one of the tables. He carried it over to Legolas and knelt beside his Gem.
When Legolas did not even make and effort to move away from him Sauron wondered if maybe he hadn't gone a little over the top.
But, no, the Gem had to learn whose he was. That was that.
He laid the box down beside the elf's head and fingered the lock which opened at his command.
Inside on a pillow of blood red velvet lay a finely crafted, delicate looking diadem. Cast of the finest gold Legoas had ever seen, the thinly twisted strands resembled vines, and so great was the craftmanship the vines actually appeared to be living gold versions of the green brethren they were moddled after. Leaves twined round the vine and out gracefully from the main twisting of vines. The diadem delicately curved down into a point in which a pointed emerald the size of one of his arrow heads was set.
"A crown fit for a prince, my Gem Prince."
Sauron stood and walked to the door, pausing on his way out to look down at the hobbits, see he is ready in time, or I shall take the extra time from your hides."
The Dark Lord Left the room in a swirl of black capes and hobbit tears as Legolas stared vacantly at the delicate crown.
Gem Prince indeed.