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:
Julia. EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU TO HER!!! She's the one who kept hounding me to update! Miss ya girl!!
Everyone whom I e-mailed saying I'd be able to get the chapter up but was unable to, everyone who e-mailed me, everyone who reviewed, THANKS!!!!
"Common Tongue"
'Any Elvish'
/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.. Anyway, hope you don't hate me, enjoy!
**Chapter Four**
Legolas sighed as he tucked one final braid through a hole in the diadem and studied the result. He had not taken so much time to prepare for an event since his eldest brother's wedding, yet he refused to even entertain the idea of Sauron returning to Elrond's former rooms and being displeased with his appearance.
He didn't think the hobbits would be able to take the abuse.
His hair was an elegant configuration of braids with small emeralds and gold chains he had dug from the piles of riches scattered about the room twisted into the design for good measure. His wrists were covered with a tasteful amount of gold bracelets, all but one of which were set with emeralds. A single solid gold bangle covered each of his upper arms.
The robes Sauron had chosen had turned out not to be solid gold, but were white robes with extremely thick embroidery. The collar was high enough that Legolas felt safe enough to risk not using any of the necklaces scattered about.
Legolas moved away from the mirror to stand over the Hobbits. Besides shivering Legolas didn't think they had moved from where the Orcs had dropped them.
He walked over to the nearest pile of fine cloth, careful not to snag his robes on any of the furniture he passed. He quickly shifted through the pile and pulled out three thick, baby fine furs and moved back to the hobbits and carefully knelt in front of them.
"Little Ones, I need to get these around you, for I do believe that you are suffering from shock."
They didn't react at all and Legolas sighed in frustration. He was sure he had spoken in a language they could understand, for he had heard them conversing in it when he had passed them in the halls of Rivendell before Sauron had attacked.
He arranged the blankets as best he could then sent a prayer to the Valar for their safety in his absence.
He still had trouble admitting this was real. Even the faint echoes of pain that radiated through his being seemed somehow far away, like a dream. But he knew deep down in his heart that it wasn't a dream, and that every creature in this new world would need all the help they could receive.
Even if it was only the slight hope of a word or two raised in prayer.
Legolas bit his lip as he stood and turned away from the Hobbits only to freeze from startlement.
At the open door was Sauron dressed in rich black robes that joined with the dark waves that seemed to emanate from him to nearly swallow the Dark Lord whole.
The only about him that seemed to be a shade other than black were his glowing crimson eyes and the ring of power, which glinted enticingly from Sauron's finger.
Legolas stepped forward and to the side slightly, unconsciously placing himself between the terrified Hobbits and the distorted version of an elf that stood before him.
Sauron smirked and held his hand out, beckoning him. Legolas panicked momentarily before coming to the same grim realizations he had earlier. If he did not do as Sauron wished, there would be more suffering than his.
He calmed his breathing as he had been trained to do by his archery instructor then walked towards Sauron, trying in vain to ignore the looks he was receiving from Sauron's retinue. The Uruk-hai faces were contorted by amused leers while the two Nazgul in attendance just looked down at him haughtily. However he preferred those to the lusty glances of the three humans with Sauron. He could practically feel their eyes removing his robes and their meaty hands all over his skin.
It took all of Legolas's court training and will power to not let his disgust for them become another ornament that adorned him.
'My Gem,' Sauron lightly stroked a hand along his cheek before trailing his finger tips down Legolas's neck until his entire hand came to rest on Legolas's bare collar bone. 'I am pleased by all, except this."
Legolas forced his face to not give away the fear that overtook him at those words.
The Hobbits.
Why had he taken the risk of not wearing a necklace?
'The collar..'
Sauron threw his head back and laughed. Legolas fought the urge to cringe as the gale of laughter washed over him in a near tangible force. However he lost the fight as Sauron's laughter came to a halt and his flaming eyes locked onto Legolas's, a not-quite malicious smirk dancing on his lips.
'Precisely.'
Sauron gestured sharply with the hand not resting on Legolas's throat and a goblin who had been hid from even his sight by all the taller, bulkier forms of the Uruk-hai and the flowing robes and capes of the humans and Nazgul came humbly forward.
The smaller figure knelt, supplicating himself not to Sauron but to Legolas. The creature held out a delicate box Legolas recognized as a twin to the one that had held the diadem that crowned him as part of Sauron's revenge upon the elves, his Elven 'Gem Prince.'
'Open it.'
Legolas turned minutely, just enough to fully face the goblin without moving Sauron's hand from his neck. His hesitantly reached out and touched the boxes lid lightly. For some reason he dreaded opening that box more than he feared the Dark Lord's wraith.
'Now, my pet.'
Legolas bit back his fear and fingered the tiny lock which was more decorative then anything else. His grasped the rounded edges, his fingers brushing the light engravings of the lid. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath almost choking on the mixed scents that permeated the room. The sharp smell of all the medals and gems, the decaying odor of the Nazgul and Uruk-hai, the surprisingly foresty smell of Sauron and the overwhelming musty smell of the ancient box beneath his fingers.
Sauron's hand began to tighten around his throat.
'Open it. NOW!'
Legolas's eyes flew open as his hand moved unconsciously at the commanding tone in Sauron's voice.
As he stared at the well crafted piece lying on the velvet pad he wished for the first time that he was human, so that he might be able to shed tears without dying and condemning those he cared for to suffer.
In the box was a solid gold band. The thick band was covered in etchings that appeared Elvish but were unfamiliar to him. Inlaid in the engravings were hundreds of tiny emeralds, making it look as I someone had poured molten emerald into the engravings and let it harden. At one end of the band there was a wide circle that wasn't gold, but appeared to be mithril. An eye with a slit pupil ringed in ruby encrusted flames that seemed as if they were truly on fire was imprinted into the circle.
Sauron removed his hand from Legolas's throat to pick up the band.
When Sauron's fingers met the gold the engravings began to shine with a deep pulsing light that turned a sickening green due to the emeralds. The gold itself seemed to melt in the Dark Lords hand, bending from it's straight from without hinges, however the engravings weren't losing shape at all.
Legolas's eyes became wide and he quickly moved backwards as Sauron moved towards him with the glowing band.
No, not band.
His own words had proclaimed it.
That was a collar.
With that his full shame would be announced to the world. Not only would he be Sauron's, but it would be proclaimed that he was Sauron's pet.
No better then a dog.
Sauron's smirk widened into a terrifying grin and he twitched his head. The Nazgul seemed to flow forward and before Legolas could think the two Nazgul held his arms tightly. A dark chill spend over his flesh from where their hands touched him. He fought against their hands and their deathly chill as much as from fear of the collar that was moving steadily closer to him in Sauron's hands.
He would not be marked as some slave.
As some pet.
His brain began to numb at the cold that was still seeping into him from the Nazgul, but he didn't stop trying to get away from them.
He wouldn't be collared like some human's pet!
Sauron stopped in front of him, just shy of touching him and Legolas tried to kick out at him. The effort proved in vain as the Nazgul to his right caught the foot and then proceeded to sweep his legs out from under him and pushed him backwards.
He landed on his back lightly, the golden hued robes and his own golden hair pooling around him, and he knew it how it would look from times when Elrond had done something similar then exclaimed his appreciation by ravaging him wherever they happened to be, despite whoever was around.
The Nazgul had brought him to the floor carefully, even their icy grips on his arms were firm but not bruising. They were so careful to not damage their master's pet, he thought bitterly. Curse them to the darkest pits of Mordor!
The Dark Lord knelt over Legolas trapping his legs beneath him. A Nazgul gripped his hair in an unyielding manner that didn't muss any of the delicate braids and lifted his head. Legolas tried to twist out of it but the other Nazgul also shifted his grip to allow him to grasp Legolas's chin. The combined efforts holding his head firmly in place as the dark chill of their touch spread through his brain even quicker from their new holds.
Cold, so cold.
He couldn't think, couldn't move, he was so numb.
Oh, please, let this last.
With a wicked grin Sauron moved his hands around those of his Nazgul, the collar moving like liquid along with him. The nearer it came to his skin the more Legolas could feel the heat that emanated from the bracelet along with the light. The sensation poured past his skin and down to his bones in a molten fire of sparks that fought fiercely with the Nazgul's cold.
Sauron carefully threaded it about his neck, but did not clasp it yet. He nodded his head again and the Nazgul released Legolas and moved away. Without it's master's touch the cold quickly lost to the burning heat of the collar. He gasped as feeling returned to his body and his mind in one terribly painful rush.
Suddenly, just as his mind began to work again Sauron leaned down and kissed him, hard.
Legolas could not jerk away from the kiss as the burning collar was now all but clasped around his neck and any movement would bring it into contact with his skin.
The two stayed locked in that position for what seemed like ages. Finally the tableau broke as the heat built past the point of pain in Legolas's neck and his mouth fell open in a scream, allowing the Dark Lord's tongue access to his mouth and the Dark Lord's will another piece of himself.
Sauron pulled back from Legolas whose screams, no longer muffled by his mouth rang through the open doors to the palace beyond.
'Mine,' the Dark Lord's whisper was heard only faintly by only Legolas.
Sauron touched the end of the golden collar to the mithril clasp and the heat pouring into him stopped just as quickly. Legolas collapsed back against the floor as his screams died to helpless gasps for air now that the heat was gone and the only pain was that which lingered in his neck and flared with his deeper breaths.
Sauron's hands released the collar and Legolas felt it shrink to fit snugly against his skin which was extremely sensitive, idly reminding him of the times when he was younger and he would spend far to long in the sun and his skin would grow red from it's rays touch.
(A.N. For the shrinking thing, think of how in the movie the One Ring shrank when Isildur held it after he cut it from Sauron's hand. And I have no clue if Elves get sunburned or not, but I couldn't think of anything else to compare it to so :P)
Sauron smiled indulgently as he sat straddling his Gem's waist as the Prince gasped desperately for air.
He idly trailed his hand over the collar, smile widening as the symbols glowed faintly, but not enough to cause the blistering which had just overcome his Pet's mental defenses enough for the spell to take root.
'Tell me, my Gem, do you know the old tongue of the Noldor?'
Legolas glared weakly at him and turned his head with a slight cough, his throat must still be sore.
'Well, just in case, let me translate your new present,
Through this binding forged of pain and will
it's loyalty, fealty, and devotion be sworn.
Any but the master's wish upon it will burn and perish.
Rather sweet, isn't it?'
Legolas was staring at him with a dawning horror on his face. Sauron smiled at the sight, his Gem's face was such a joy to watch.
'You belong to me now, anyone who dares to touch you without my permission will die a truly painful death for their indiscretion. You are mine, you will obey me and your favors and will are mine to command.'
The Dark Lord grasped Legolas's wrist tightly as his hand weakly rose as if to pull the collar off.
'Don't bother, my Gem. It will only be removed at my will.'
Sauron stood up drawing Legolas with him. He wrapped an arm around the golden haired prince to keep him standing and used his other hand to deftly replace the few braids that had strayed from their place when Legolas had been brought to the ground.
He kissed the stunned elf lightly on the lips before looking him over once more.
His lips were slightly swollen from their last kiss and his hair was still a bit messed, his robes however had survived, and the redness around the collar was fast fading. In all he looked as if some had just had their way with him, making Sauron wish he had.
The young Prince had looked positively enticing spread out on the floor, his golden image contrasting sharply the stark black robes of the wraiths holding him.
Oh well, he could always wait until later, or maybe, at his little get together.
Yes, take the best their race had to offer for the first time right in front of those pathetic Elven Lords and Ladies.
Sauron grinned with anticipation as he motioned the goblin forward again, taking the golden leash from it's claws and attaching it to a concealed hook in the clasp he began to lead his precious Gem out the door.
He paused a moment at the threshold and looked at the Uruk-hai, then back at the Hobbits and the gorgeous pet in his arms and sighed.
'Despite that now you look positively perfect, there is still one matter to attend to.' Legolas looked up at him, his eyes still slightly dulled with pain and shock but they still held a hint of defiance. Sauron smiled, his pet truly was perfect to not be brought to heel by even that much pain.
'You did a marvelous job on yourself, but the fact remains that they,' he pointed to the Hobbits, 'were to prepare you.'
Legolas's eyes widened and he managed to shove away from Sauron and glared at him, 'NO!! All that matters is that what you wanted is done! Leave them be!'
Sauron's smile grew cold and with a solid yank on his pet's leash he pulled his pet off balance and back against him. He rewrapped his arm tightly around Legolas and lifted the hand that held the chain to grasp Legolas's chin and raise his head until their eyes met. 'You are mine! You will not presume to tell me what I should do! Uruk-hai!'
He didn't look away from his pets emerald eyes as they filled once again with an overwhelming fury towards it's master.
/Take them, do as you wish to them just make it so they will properly serve me pet and don't get any blood on his toys./
He turned and yanked a struggling Legolas after him. The Gem kept trying to get back to where his Uruk-hai were advancing on the now quaking Hobbits. Sauron kept a tight hold on his Gem as he led him out of the room, the Nazgul and humans following him obediently.
Just as the door to his pet's chambers closed the first of the Hobbits screams could be heard.
Boromir stared unabashed at the struggling Elf in his master's arms. It had taken him only moments to connect the beautiful thing now grasped tightly by the Dark Lord to the defiant Elf that had spoken down to him in Elrond's council.
He had admired the Elf's looks then, but now, decorated properly he was a truly breathtaking sight.
He watched with mild amusement from his place slightly behind the Dark Lord as the elf managed to trip Sauron. The Dark Lord cursed in common tongue and switched his grip to the Elf's arms, dragged him over to a wall and shoved him up against it.
The Elf quickly let out a stream of Elvish that Boromir guessed was various curses and had to force back a smile as the Dark Lord glowered at his unwilling pet.
"Silence! You obviously forget what you have at stake by not complying my Gem."
Boromir's eyes narrowed as the elf paled, perhaps, perhaps if he knew what leverage that the Dark Lord was using against the Elf he might be able to use it as well. The creature was utterly gorgeous and would undoubtedly be worth the trouble it would take to bed him if he was the Dark Lord's.
"You will speak in Common in the presence of those who do not comprehend it, as it is not your place to insult my subjects unless I order you do to so! Your place is at my feet, driving those pathetic humans mad with lustful envy and the rest of your race to grief at the sight of you as my obedient Pet! You will obey me and behave according to my wishes or so help me, your former lover will be the first to die by a forbidden touch to that pretty skin of yours!"
(A.N. I think Legolas's native language is Silvan, please correct me if I am wrong.)
Sauron dropped his hold on the Elf, leaving even that strong but delicate looking leash glinting enticingly as it dropped loosely to the Elf's feet.
The Elf, Legolas, if he remembered correctly, stood there clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes closed and his face stony.
Boromir wondered over the Dark Lord's words as the Elf seemed to compose himself. Die by touching the Elf's skin? If you died from touching the elf, why was the Dark Lord still alive? And was this 'former lover,' what Sauron was using to control the feisty Legolas?
Boromir resolved to find the answers as soon as possible.
He watched as the Dark Lord calmly raised his hand and gestured towards the chain dangling from the Elf's new collar. He wasn't quite sure as he hadn't been able to see over the Dark Lord's back, but from the Elf's earlier screams it seemed like he and his Nazgul had welded the thing onto the Elf.
The Elf looked away from Sauron to the floor and lightly grasped the chain. He stepped forward and raised the chain to droop it into the Dark Lord's hand.
The Dark Lord smiled dangerously and used the chain draw the Elf close for an unreturned kiss. The Dark Lord bent his arm and held it to the elf like any gentlemen of court would do for a lady. The Elf didn't even look up from the floor as he placed hi hand lightly on the Dark Lord's arm. The black clothed Ruler smiled wickedly as he switched the chain from the hand that was supporting Legolas's to his empty one, draping the chain rather symbolically over the Elf's hand on his arm in the process.
The Dark Lord and his retinue continued down the hall towards the Hall of Fire in a far more peaceful manner.
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:
Julia. EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU TO HER!!! She's the one who kept hounding me to update! Miss ya girl!!
Everyone whom I e-mailed saying I'd be able to get the chapter up but was unable to, everyone who e-mailed me, everyone who reviewed, THANKS!!!!
"Common Tongue"
'Any Elvish'
/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.. Anyway, hope you don't hate me, enjoy!
**Chapter Four**
Legolas sighed as he tucked one final braid through a hole in the diadem and studied the result. He had not taken so much time to prepare for an event since his eldest brother's wedding, yet he refused to even entertain the idea of Sauron returning to Elrond's former rooms and being displeased with his appearance.
He didn't think the hobbits would be able to take the abuse.
His hair was an elegant configuration of braids with small emeralds and gold chains he had dug from the piles of riches scattered about the room twisted into the design for good measure. His wrists were covered with a tasteful amount of gold bracelets, all but one of which were set with emeralds. A single solid gold bangle covered each of his upper arms.
The robes Sauron had chosen had turned out not to be solid gold, but were white robes with extremely thick embroidery. The collar was high enough that Legolas felt safe enough to risk not using any of the necklaces scattered about.
Legolas moved away from the mirror to stand over the Hobbits. Besides shivering Legolas didn't think they had moved from where the Orcs had dropped them.
He walked over to the nearest pile of fine cloth, careful not to snag his robes on any of the furniture he passed. He quickly shifted through the pile and pulled out three thick, baby fine furs and moved back to the hobbits and carefully knelt in front of them.
"Little Ones, I need to get these around you, for I do believe that you are suffering from shock."
They didn't react at all and Legolas sighed in frustration. He was sure he had spoken in a language they could understand, for he had heard them conversing in it when he had passed them in the halls of Rivendell before Sauron had attacked.
He arranged the blankets as best he could then sent a prayer to the Valar for their safety in his absence.
He still had trouble admitting this was real. Even the faint echoes of pain that radiated through his being seemed somehow far away, like a dream. But he knew deep down in his heart that it wasn't a dream, and that every creature in this new world would need all the help they could receive.
Even if it was only the slight hope of a word or two raised in prayer.
Legolas bit his lip as he stood and turned away from the Hobbits only to freeze from startlement.
At the open door was Sauron dressed in rich black robes that joined with the dark waves that seemed to emanate from him to nearly swallow the Dark Lord whole.
The only about him that seemed to be a shade other than black were his glowing crimson eyes and the ring of power, which glinted enticingly from Sauron's finger.
Legolas stepped forward and to the side slightly, unconsciously placing himself between the terrified Hobbits and the distorted version of an elf that stood before him.
Sauron smirked and held his hand out, beckoning him. Legolas panicked momentarily before coming to the same grim realizations he had earlier. If he did not do as Sauron wished, there would be more suffering than his.
He calmed his breathing as he had been trained to do by his archery instructor then walked towards Sauron, trying in vain to ignore the looks he was receiving from Sauron's retinue. The Uruk-hai faces were contorted by amused leers while the two Nazgul in attendance just looked down at him haughtily. However he preferred those to the lusty glances of the three humans with Sauron. He could practically feel their eyes removing his robes and their meaty hands all over his skin.
It took all of Legolas's court training and will power to not let his disgust for them become another ornament that adorned him.
'My Gem,' Sauron lightly stroked a hand along his cheek before trailing his finger tips down Legolas's neck until his entire hand came to rest on Legolas's bare collar bone. 'I am pleased by all, except this."
Legolas forced his face to not give away the fear that overtook him at those words.
The Hobbits.
Why had he taken the risk of not wearing a necklace?
'The collar..'
Sauron threw his head back and laughed. Legolas fought the urge to cringe as the gale of laughter washed over him in a near tangible force. However he lost the fight as Sauron's laughter came to a halt and his flaming eyes locked onto Legolas's, a not-quite malicious smirk dancing on his lips.
'Precisely.'
Sauron gestured sharply with the hand not resting on Legolas's throat and a goblin who had been hid from even his sight by all the taller, bulkier forms of the Uruk-hai and the flowing robes and capes of the humans and Nazgul came humbly forward.
The smaller figure knelt, supplicating himself not to Sauron but to Legolas. The creature held out a delicate box Legolas recognized as a twin to the one that had held the diadem that crowned him as part of Sauron's revenge upon the elves, his Elven 'Gem Prince.'
'Open it.'
Legolas turned minutely, just enough to fully face the goblin without moving Sauron's hand from his neck. His hesitantly reached out and touched the boxes lid lightly. For some reason he dreaded opening that box more than he feared the Dark Lord's wraith.
'Now, my pet.'
Legolas bit back his fear and fingered the tiny lock which was more decorative then anything else. His grasped the rounded edges, his fingers brushing the light engravings of the lid. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath almost choking on the mixed scents that permeated the room. The sharp smell of all the medals and gems, the decaying odor of the Nazgul and Uruk-hai, the surprisingly foresty smell of Sauron and the overwhelming musty smell of the ancient box beneath his fingers.
Sauron's hand began to tighten around his throat.
'Open it. NOW!'
Legolas's eyes flew open as his hand moved unconsciously at the commanding tone in Sauron's voice.
As he stared at the well crafted piece lying on the velvet pad he wished for the first time that he was human, so that he might be able to shed tears without dying and condemning those he cared for to suffer.
In the box was a solid gold band. The thick band was covered in etchings that appeared Elvish but were unfamiliar to him. Inlaid in the engravings were hundreds of tiny emeralds, making it look as I someone had poured molten emerald into the engravings and let it harden. At one end of the band there was a wide circle that wasn't gold, but appeared to be mithril. An eye with a slit pupil ringed in ruby encrusted flames that seemed as if they were truly on fire was imprinted into the circle.
Sauron removed his hand from Legolas's throat to pick up the band.
When Sauron's fingers met the gold the engravings began to shine with a deep pulsing light that turned a sickening green due to the emeralds. The gold itself seemed to melt in the Dark Lords hand, bending from it's straight from without hinges, however the engravings weren't losing shape at all.
Legolas's eyes became wide and he quickly moved backwards as Sauron moved towards him with the glowing band.
No, not band.
His own words had proclaimed it.
That was a collar.
With that his full shame would be announced to the world. Not only would he be Sauron's, but it would be proclaimed that he was Sauron's pet.
No better then a dog.
Sauron's smirk widened into a terrifying grin and he twitched his head. The Nazgul seemed to flow forward and before Legolas could think the two Nazgul held his arms tightly. A dark chill spend over his flesh from where their hands touched him. He fought against their hands and their deathly chill as much as from fear of the collar that was moving steadily closer to him in Sauron's hands.
He would not be marked as some slave.
As some pet.
His brain began to numb at the cold that was still seeping into him from the Nazgul, but he didn't stop trying to get away from them.
He wouldn't be collared like some human's pet!
Sauron stopped in front of him, just shy of touching him and Legolas tried to kick out at him. The effort proved in vain as the Nazgul to his right caught the foot and then proceeded to sweep his legs out from under him and pushed him backwards.
He landed on his back lightly, the golden hued robes and his own golden hair pooling around him, and he knew it how it would look from times when Elrond had done something similar then exclaimed his appreciation by ravaging him wherever they happened to be, despite whoever was around.
The Nazgul had brought him to the floor carefully, even their icy grips on his arms were firm but not bruising. They were so careful to not damage their master's pet, he thought bitterly. Curse them to the darkest pits of Mordor!
The Dark Lord knelt over Legolas trapping his legs beneath him. A Nazgul gripped his hair in an unyielding manner that didn't muss any of the delicate braids and lifted his head. Legolas tried to twist out of it but the other Nazgul also shifted his grip to allow him to grasp Legolas's chin. The combined efforts holding his head firmly in place as the dark chill of their touch spread through his brain even quicker from their new holds.
Cold, so cold.
He couldn't think, couldn't move, he was so numb.
Oh, please, let this last.
With a wicked grin Sauron moved his hands around those of his Nazgul, the collar moving like liquid along with him. The nearer it came to his skin the more Legolas could feel the heat that emanated from the bracelet along with the light. The sensation poured past his skin and down to his bones in a molten fire of sparks that fought fiercely with the Nazgul's cold.
Sauron carefully threaded it about his neck, but did not clasp it yet. He nodded his head again and the Nazgul released Legolas and moved away. Without it's master's touch the cold quickly lost to the burning heat of the collar. He gasped as feeling returned to his body and his mind in one terribly painful rush.
Suddenly, just as his mind began to work again Sauron leaned down and kissed him, hard.
Legolas could not jerk away from the kiss as the burning collar was now all but clasped around his neck and any movement would bring it into contact with his skin.
The two stayed locked in that position for what seemed like ages. Finally the tableau broke as the heat built past the point of pain in Legolas's neck and his mouth fell open in a scream, allowing the Dark Lord's tongue access to his mouth and the Dark Lord's will another piece of himself.
Sauron pulled back from Legolas whose screams, no longer muffled by his mouth rang through the open doors to the palace beyond.
'Mine,' the Dark Lord's whisper was heard only faintly by only Legolas.
Sauron touched the end of the golden collar to the mithril clasp and the heat pouring into him stopped just as quickly. Legolas collapsed back against the floor as his screams died to helpless gasps for air now that the heat was gone and the only pain was that which lingered in his neck and flared with his deeper breaths.
Sauron's hands released the collar and Legolas felt it shrink to fit snugly against his skin which was extremely sensitive, idly reminding him of the times when he was younger and he would spend far to long in the sun and his skin would grow red from it's rays touch.
(A.N. For the shrinking thing, think of how in the movie the One Ring shrank when Isildur held it after he cut it from Sauron's hand. And I have no clue if Elves get sunburned or not, but I couldn't think of anything else to compare it to so :P)
Sauron smiled indulgently as he sat straddling his Gem's waist as the Prince gasped desperately for air.
He idly trailed his hand over the collar, smile widening as the symbols glowed faintly, but not enough to cause the blistering which had just overcome his Pet's mental defenses enough for the spell to take root.
'Tell me, my Gem, do you know the old tongue of the Noldor?'
Legolas glared weakly at him and turned his head with a slight cough, his throat must still be sore.
'Well, just in case, let me translate your new present,
Through this binding forged of pain and will
it's loyalty, fealty, and devotion be sworn.
Any but the master's wish upon it will burn and perish.
Rather sweet, isn't it?'
Legolas was staring at him with a dawning horror on his face. Sauron smiled at the sight, his Gem's face was such a joy to watch.
'You belong to me now, anyone who dares to touch you without my permission will die a truly painful death for their indiscretion. You are mine, you will obey me and your favors and will are mine to command.'
The Dark Lord grasped Legolas's wrist tightly as his hand weakly rose as if to pull the collar off.
'Don't bother, my Gem. It will only be removed at my will.'
Sauron stood up drawing Legolas with him. He wrapped an arm around the golden haired prince to keep him standing and used his other hand to deftly replace the few braids that had strayed from their place when Legolas had been brought to the ground.
He kissed the stunned elf lightly on the lips before looking him over once more.
His lips were slightly swollen from their last kiss and his hair was still a bit messed, his robes however had survived, and the redness around the collar was fast fading. In all he looked as if some had just had their way with him, making Sauron wish he had.
The young Prince had looked positively enticing spread out on the floor, his golden image contrasting sharply the stark black robes of the wraiths holding him.
Oh well, he could always wait until later, or maybe, at his little get together.
Yes, take the best their race had to offer for the first time right in front of those pathetic Elven Lords and Ladies.
Sauron grinned with anticipation as he motioned the goblin forward again, taking the golden leash from it's claws and attaching it to a concealed hook in the clasp he began to lead his precious Gem out the door.
He paused a moment at the threshold and looked at the Uruk-hai, then back at the Hobbits and the gorgeous pet in his arms and sighed.
'Despite that now you look positively perfect, there is still one matter to attend to.' Legolas looked up at him, his eyes still slightly dulled with pain and shock but they still held a hint of defiance. Sauron smiled, his pet truly was perfect to not be brought to heel by even that much pain.
'You did a marvelous job on yourself, but the fact remains that they,' he pointed to the Hobbits, 'were to prepare you.'
Legolas's eyes widened and he managed to shove away from Sauron and glared at him, 'NO!! All that matters is that what you wanted is done! Leave them be!'
Sauron's smile grew cold and with a solid yank on his pet's leash he pulled his pet off balance and back against him. He rewrapped his arm tightly around Legolas and lifted the hand that held the chain to grasp Legolas's chin and raise his head until their eyes met. 'You are mine! You will not presume to tell me what I should do! Uruk-hai!'
He didn't look away from his pets emerald eyes as they filled once again with an overwhelming fury towards it's master.
/Take them, do as you wish to them just make it so they will properly serve me pet and don't get any blood on his toys./
He turned and yanked a struggling Legolas after him. The Gem kept trying to get back to where his Uruk-hai were advancing on the now quaking Hobbits. Sauron kept a tight hold on his Gem as he led him out of the room, the Nazgul and humans following him obediently.
Just as the door to his pet's chambers closed the first of the Hobbits screams could be heard.
Boromir stared unabashed at the struggling Elf in his master's arms. It had taken him only moments to connect the beautiful thing now grasped tightly by the Dark Lord to the defiant Elf that had spoken down to him in Elrond's council.
He had admired the Elf's looks then, but now, decorated properly he was a truly breathtaking sight.
He watched with mild amusement from his place slightly behind the Dark Lord as the elf managed to trip Sauron. The Dark Lord cursed in common tongue and switched his grip to the Elf's arms, dragged him over to a wall and shoved him up against it.
The Elf quickly let out a stream of Elvish that Boromir guessed was various curses and had to force back a smile as the Dark Lord glowered at his unwilling pet.
"Silence! You obviously forget what you have at stake by not complying my Gem."
Boromir's eyes narrowed as the elf paled, perhaps, perhaps if he knew what leverage that the Dark Lord was using against the Elf he might be able to use it as well. The creature was utterly gorgeous and would undoubtedly be worth the trouble it would take to bed him if he was the Dark Lord's.
"You will speak in Common in the presence of those who do not comprehend it, as it is not your place to insult my subjects unless I order you do to so! Your place is at my feet, driving those pathetic humans mad with lustful envy and the rest of your race to grief at the sight of you as my obedient Pet! You will obey me and behave according to my wishes or so help me, your former lover will be the first to die by a forbidden touch to that pretty skin of yours!"
(A.N. I think Legolas's native language is Silvan, please correct me if I am wrong.)
Sauron dropped his hold on the Elf, leaving even that strong but delicate looking leash glinting enticingly as it dropped loosely to the Elf's feet.
The Elf, Legolas, if he remembered correctly, stood there clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes closed and his face stony.
Boromir wondered over the Dark Lord's words as the Elf seemed to compose himself. Die by touching the Elf's skin? If you died from touching the elf, why was the Dark Lord still alive? And was this 'former lover,' what Sauron was using to control the feisty Legolas?
Boromir resolved to find the answers as soon as possible.
He watched as the Dark Lord calmly raised his hand and gestured towards the chain dangling from the Elf's new collar. He wasn't quite sure as he hadn't been able to see over the Dark Lord's back, but from the Elf's earlier screams it seemed like he and his Nazgul had welded the thing onto the Elf.
The Elf looked away from Sauron to the floor and lightly grasped the chain. He stepped forward and raised the chain to droop it into the Dark Lord's hand.
The Dark Lord smiled dangerously and used the chain draw the Elf close for an unreturned kiss. The Dark Lord bent his arm and held it to the elf like any gentlemen of court would do for a lady. The Elf didn't even look up from the floor as he placed hi hand lightly on the Dark Lord's arm. The black clothed Ruler smiled wickedly as he switched the chain from the hand that was supporting Legolas's to his empty one, draping the chain rather symbolically over the Elf's hand on his arm in the process.
The Dark Lord and his retinue continued down the hall towards the Hall of Fire in a far more peaceful manner.