Before Green and Gold: Prologue - Legolas

Title: Before Green and Gold: Prologue - Legolas 2/4
Author: Kat (Legolas, calenamalthen@yahoo.com), Embervixen (Haldir, circle99@bellsouth.net), Leanan (Glorfindel, hannally@aol.com), Cella (Aragorn, Elrond, silk_n_velvet_elf@yahoo.com)
Type: slash
Pairing: nothing voluntary
Rating: NC-17, warning for torture, rape, all kinds of wicked behaviour
Disclaimer: we own none of it, all hail the mighty Tolkien
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Summary/Notes: evil has taken Glorfindel, Aragorn, Elrond, Legolas and Haldir. Legolas and Haldir perform horrific acts upon Glorfindel then are punished by Elrond

Indeed, they found Glorfindel's horse wandering loose near the baths. That must be where he had gone. Legolas slid down from his stallion, and Haldir followed.

Haldir smiled with lascivious satisfaction at the way the Mirkwood Prince had groaned when he pressed the hardness of his desire against the young elf's tight backside. He so wanted to press it further, through the supple leather of his tight black breeches and into...

The sight of Glorfindel's horse wandering loose near the lavish bathing area halted his thoughts as the anger bubbled to the surface one more. Bathing. How perfect. It would just make things all the more easy for the duo.

The two elves dismounted and Haldir took great notice of the way Legolas' tunic slid upwards to reveal his nicely rounded rear end. He wondered if the Prince was so well defined everywhere on his lithe body. Haldir would have to find out soon.

"Your pupil awaits," Legolas smirked, gesturing toward the baths. "And I await your nstruction."

Oh, Haldir would instruct him, alright!

"The haughty fool has made a mockery of me. I wish to repay him the 'kindness,'" Haldir snarled. "You, my beautiful Prince, shall hold him for me."

Legolas smiled at his friend. Of course he would hold him. He would do anything for the elf who knew him better than anyone, and what a perfect idea it was. Just the thought of holding down the seneschal e ste struggled made Legolas' breath quicken in anticipation. Haldir reached up and stroked Legolas' hair. The strangely soft touch made Legolas' eyebrows lift in surprise. It was a gesture the 'real' Haldir would have made, and Legolas wondered at it. Then Haldir leaned in and kissed him, ravaging his mouth utterly. A shudder shook him, and he moaned with desire. Deep in him, the 'real' Legolas made a small sound of pleasure. How long he had waited for just such a gesture from the Warden. For the first time, the 'real' Legolas ceased his clamor for control, and instead of pushing Haldir away, he brought his hands up and pulled him closer, clinging to him for just a moment. The darkness would not allow this connection and forced him back down and away, releasing Haldir quickly.

"Let us begin," Haldir murmured, drawing his scimitars.

Legolas shook off the momentary weakness and moved after Haldir, silently. He kicked the seneschal's weaponry out of the bathing room the then took his position opposite Haldir. Glorfindel's eyes were vacant; he clearly walked in dreams. Taking advantage of his inattention, Haldir nodded, and Legolas twined his fingers in the wet strands of Glorfindel's golden hair, then yanked, dragging the elf to his feet. Haldir pressed one scimitar to the dripping flesh of Glorfindel's throat.

"You," Haldir panted, "owe me a kiss, mellon." He glanced up at Legolas. "Turn him around so that I can show him what it is like to feel the living weaponry of a Galadhrim," Haldir ordered, and Legolas spun him around.

Legolas shoved the seneschal's face into the moss covered ledge, bending him over as Haldir rubbed his engorged arousal through the wet fabric of his breeches before pulling it from the waist band, still stroking himself lewdly as he tossed one scimitar aside, holding the other against Glorfindel's back where he drew a slow, thin line of blood in the swirling pattern of Lorien leaf. The crimson liquid welled up to distort his "artwork," and Haldir bent to taste it, licking the hot blood from the wound. He gripped Glorfindel's hips, digging his short nails into the pale flesh, tossing the other scimitar onto the rocks with a clink as he jerked Glorfindel against his body, the tip of his arousal pressing between the golden elf's buttocks as he strove desperately to free himself from Legolas' powerful grasp, but to no avail.

The seneschal's awakening shock flared through his mind in a beautiful burst. He struggled against Legolas' hold, but he was still vague, not quite fully in his body, and Legolas had little difficulty keep a firm grip on the damp, slippery flesh. The movement of the muscles beneath his fingers stirred his desire. The 'real' Legolas would have denied it to his dying day - but there was some tiny piece of him that enjoyed this, the struggle and the forced vulnerability. The nessness pressed that image into his mind, forcing him to see it.

It was quite a sight - Glorfindel spread, waiting; Haldir, stroking himself, then licking the blood from his 'drawing.' It sent another shiver through him, and he could barely keep himself in check. The jerking of Glorfindel's shoulders under his hands only made him hotter as anger joined desire. He dared to fight! Legolas dug his fingers into silken flesh, delighting in the sensation.

And then Haldir thrust into Glorfindel. The sight made him reel, as the 'real' Legolas pushed his way to the surface. I have to stop this, he thought with desperation. He saw everything too clearly, the bloody leaf etched into the seneschal's back, the bruises beneath his own fingers, and Haldir, Haldir doing something beyond words with only pleasure reflected in his eyes. He wanted to look away, to make this stop, but Legolas could not make the darkness release its hold on either himself or Glorfindel. He beat against his own mind as Glorfindel cried out in pain and Haldir continued to drive into him.

Strangely, as Legolas fought against the darkness, he heard Haldir cry out, "No, Haldir, you cannot do this!" He clapped his hands to his head, yanking at his hair. And the agony in the other's voice was echoed in his own heart. But the rape continued, and he grasped Glorfindel tightly beneath him as he went limp - desire and horror ripping his mind in two.

Suddenly the curtains to the bathing room were thrown back, and Elrond strode into the room followed closely by Aragorn. The darkness pushed the 'real' Legolas back and away into the void where he could do nothing but watch, as through a glass, darkly.

Legolas stood quickly, noting the deep frown etched in his Lord's features. Mordor's flames, he thought, shivering, his tunic damp from holding Glorfindel, this was not going to be a good thing. Perhaps Aragorn had been right to suggest that they went directly to Elrond. He glanced at Haldir, hoping to catch his attention and suggest a quick escape while Elrond was busy with Glorfindel, but Haldir was still standing with his hands pressed to his head, muttering to himself. Power emanated from the Dark Lord, and Legolas could not resist the call to obey, no matter how much he wished to run.

"Aragorn, a blanket, quick!" Elrond barked, then turned his glare on Legolas. "Move, Legolas, and I shall split you from nuts to eyeballs! And do not doubt I would!"

Legolas could not suppress a quick shudder that ran through him, but resisted the urge to cup the threatened area. He crossed his arms over his chest and sneered mockingly, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt. The longer he was in the Dark Lord's presence, the more he wanted to submit in any way necessary. His earlier mutiny was nearly forgotten.

"You two, come with me!" Elrond ordered, and Aragorn, after taking Haldir's weapons, walked to Legolas and quickly disarmed him, including the dagger at his boot, which he had clearly not forgotten. Legolas frowned, what right had he to take his weapons! Elrond had not ordered it, but then he caught Elrond's warning glance, and he bit his tongue on any argument. Then Aragorn drew his broadsword and shoved him forward, keeping the sword at his back.

"Come along," Elrond said and started out of the baths.

Legolas stepped up beside Haldir. He had to find out if he was unharmed by whatever fit had taken him, even if it meant displeasing Aragorn, who followed close behind. "Haldir," he hissed softly, "Are you well? What happened in there?"

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The small group came to a halt in front of a bedchamber. Elrond moved to Aragorn, said something to him that Legolas could not catch, then caught Legolas' eye. "Do as Aragorn says or you will NOT live to regret it!" Legolas nodded, his head bowed slightly. He had given up all pretence at disobedience. Faced with the power of his Dark Lord, he wanted nothing more than to please him and would do whatever was necessary.

Aragorn placed a hand at the small of his back and gave him a shove forward. "Move," he growled and, headll bll bent, Legolas complied. Their footsteps echoed in the emptiness of the hallways as they moved deeper into the house. With all the twists and turns as they moved into an unfamiliar set of chambers, even the 'real' Legolas was soon utterly lost and disoriented. Suddenly Aragorn stopped them in front of a solid stone door. He placed a hand against a hidden panel, and the door swung open. He pushed Legolas, quickly hooking a foot between his legs and sending him sprawling into the room on his face. Legolas' muscles tensed, ready to spring back in defense, but before he could move a hand wrapped in his hair and yanked him to his feet.

"So, you like torture, hmm?" Aragorn's breath was hot in his ear. "That is good, because you will love what comes next." He yanked a chain from the ceiling, and a pair of wrist cuffs snapped around Legolas' wrists, trapping him. The cuffs pinched his flesh, and at the sharp bite of pain, the darkness curled back and away, leaving the 'real' Legolas to experience what happened next.

The room reeked of stale air. It was so difficult to breathe with the foul cloth stuffed deep in Legolas' mouth. He could not think on what the rusty stains on it were, otherwise he may gag in truth. Legolas glanced around himself in confusion. The walls were stone, closing him off completely from the feel of the trees and the smell of freedom. This loss weakened him. He was a Wood Elf, and needed some connection to this part of him. But here, there was none. How had everything gotten so out of control? He tugged at the chains desperately, but they held.

There was a slight clink as Aragorn cuffed Haldir. He was close, but too far away. Aragorn stepped back from them and admired his handiwork. "Very nice indeed, but something seems to be missing," he drawled. With a sudden motion, he stepped forward. A dagger flashed, and Legolas' tunic and breeches dropped to the floor in a puddle of green material. Legolas shivered in the sudden chill, gooseflesh rising along his body. The dagger flashed again, this time at Haldir, and soon he was naked as well. Legolas looked away from him quickly, knowing the vulnerability he must be feeling. He continued to tug ineffectively at the chains. Then Elrond appeared, standing tall and regal in the doorway. For a moment, hope leaped in Legolas' heart. Surely Elrond would help them. But this hope was dashed at his words.

"What should we do with the traitors?" Elrond asked Aragorn as he stoked a fire in the fireplace Legolas had not noticed before. His eyes, before he turned away, were dark with an unusual presence.

"Castrate them," Aragorn suggested.

Legolas whimpered; how could Aragorn think such a thing? Aragorn, whom he had known since he was but a child, left with Elrond. Aragorn, whom he watched grow into a man, into someone strong and proud, into someone he cared for deeply. He struggled against the chains binding him, but to no avail.

Elrond was silent for long enough that a fine sheen of sweat broke out over Legolas' skin. "No, I think we shall leave them intact." Legolas sighed in relief, slumping slightly against his chains. "But that does not mean we cannot make them wish they were castrated, if only to stop the pain."

Legolas' eyes went wide as Elrond turned to Aragorn and stated, "Go down into the kitchen and fetch me a pot of boiling water and some salt." Legolas whimpered again. He wished desperately that the darkness would send him away again. Not that he was afraid of the pain - the physical pain, anyway - that he could stand. But how could he watch Elrond, more like a father to him than his own father, harm him? Or Haldir? How could he watch Elrond harm Haldir? If only he could take the coming tot fot for himself and spare his friend.

"That one likes torture." Aragorn gestured to Haldir. "He has become an Orc. You might wish to rethink what you wish to do with him, or he might see this is a grand holiday."

Elrond nodded. "Very well, then if he likes torturing so much, I shall make him watch and not participate in the torturing of his accomplice. That should be torture enough for him." Legolas responded with a fel whl whimpering sigh, yet though he was fairly vibrating with fear, there was a part of him that was grateful, too. At least Haldir would not be harmed in this way.

"You are probably wondering," Elrond said, "Why I am so angered by your actions. I mean, after all, why should I care if you rape Glorfindel?" He turned away from the cabinet without opening it and walked to Haldir. "After all, I would very much like to do him myself. But yee,\ee," his hand suddenly shot out, and he grabbed Haldir's member, squeezing tight. Haldir drew a sharp breath through the gag. "He was mine to do, not yours. Was he good, Haldir? Did he feel good?" Haldir responded with a slight nod. Elrond pulled away quickly and walked back to the cabinet.

Legolas clenched his teeth on the gag, struggling to keep himself in check. He wanted to break away, to defend the Warden, but he knew he would be unable to do anything.

Elrond flipped the latch and swung the large ornate cabinet doors open, then stepped back. "Ah, yes, Elrond you never cease to amaze me! And here everyone takes you as such an innocent."

Just then Aragorn entered the room, carrying the items Elrond required. "What the," he stated in awe as he spotted the cabinet. He set the items on a nearby table and moved to stand in front of the cabinet. The two spoke in hushed tones which Legolas could not hear, no matter how he tried.

"Very well then, let us get started," Elrond said, louder, as he walked to Legolas. "Prince of Mirkwood, have you ever buggered a corpse?" Elrond glanced into a corner.

Legolas, following his gaze, eyes wide, shook his head quickly. He breathed heavily against the gag, struggling to keep the rise of nausea at bay. There was a body there in the corner, naked, a young elf-girl, her eyes staring at him sightlessly as though a witness to the evil in the room.

"Would you like to try?"

Legolas shook his head, both in answer and trying to rid his mind of the girl's blank gaze. He could not even imagine putting himself into that. Her flesh would be cold, hardening. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, forcing himself back under control. He turned his eyes to Elrond and tried to summon anger.

Elrond was watching Haldir. "You would like to see that, would you not? Yes, you would enjoy watching Legolas bugger that corpse. Can't have that, can we? Oh, I know!" He walked back over to the cabinet and pulled down a small knife that was scshapshaped, then he moved to Legolas and, reaching between his legs, grabbed his full scrotum and pulled down.

Legolas winced sharply at the sudden tug, eyes closing only briefly. Fortunately, the sensation, and the knife, sent all other thoughts fleeing from him. His focus was quite narrow now. The world had shrunk to Elrond and his actions.

"Ah, I think I found Haldir's panic latch, Aragorn. You may have been right. He fears I shall castrate Legolas, and how will he get buggered later on if I do that?" Elrond pressed the knife to the stretched skin of the scrotum. Legolas felt the blood draining from his face. His mind whirled slowly. "Eh, I can do better!" He released the scrotum. Relief left Legolas limp.

"I should, however," said Elrond, "make it difficult for them to shag later on. Aragorn, bring me the salt."

The new shock of fear sent adrenaline racing through him. Unable to control himself, Legolas struggled at the chains again, breathing picking up, sounding loud in his own ears.

Aragorn handed Elrond a wooden bowl. "I think," said Elrond, "I first need to..." Legolas could not tear his eyes away from Elrond's movements. He pulled a small table up and set on it the knife and salt, then he went to the cabinet and pulled down a whip, walked to the other table and grabbed up the bowl of water, then set it on a rack in the fireplace to keep it boiling. Legolas could not imagine what Elrond was going to do, and was sure he did not want to try. He swallowed hard against the gag; he would not give in to the fear knotting his stomach. He would stand and take whatever was done to him as befitting a Prince.

Elrond's hand closed around Legolas' member. Legolas shuddered and closed his eyes. He felt Elrond fold back the foreskin to expose the head. "So, I see your lover likes artwork, Legolas. Let us see how much he likes this artwork when I am done." At his wo Leg Legolas' eyes flew open. He had to be prepared for the pain. He heard a small whimpering, and suddenly realized it came from his own throat. He bit his tongue trying to silence himself. Then Elrond placed the silver tip of the knife to his skin. Fear whipped through him. At the first cut, his whole body stiffened. He tried to think of something, anything else, or he would lose it utterly. But his mind could only focus on the pain that shot through him. He clenched his h aro around the chains; he would not move, or else Elrond might do something worse. He stared over Elrond's head at the wall beyond. His eyes lost focus, glazing with pain. Burning tears filled his eyes. He could not force them back, and he squeezed his eyes shut finally. "I do not believe Legolas will be buggering anyone anytime soon."

Suddenly the pain magnified a thousand fold as something grainy was poured over the wounds. The burning flared through his whole body. Legolas felt the scream rise through him like vomit, before it ripped itself from his throat. The tears continued to rain from his eyes, and he felt sweat pop out over his whole body. Coherent thought was lost to the vibrancy of sensation.

"Good, this is torture for you, is it not Haldir?" asked Elrond. "You're next, so relax. I cannot have the two of you enjoying yourselves too soon."

Legolas wanted to open his eyes, to see what was being done to his friend, but he could not make his body respond. He heard Haldir moan, whimper and suddenly cry out, and he echoed the cries. Then he heard footsteps drawing close again. "I think Legolas needs a bath."

Legolas screamed again as boiling water cascaded down his stomach and groin. The burning nearly sent him spinning from consciousness. Pain flashed through him, setting all of his nerves alight. "Won't leave a scar, but will hurt for a few days."

Legolas dragged his eyes open, finally, as he heard Elrond depart. The Dark Lord pulled down four menacing-looking metal clips with fierce metal teeth. Oddly, as the clips bit into his tender flesh, the sensation barely registered.

"Oh, these don't hurt much now, but wait until I remove them!" Elrond laughed manically. He moved back to the cabinet and pulled down a whip with numerous tails. "Aragorn, turn Haldir around. I fear you might like this, but I am going to try anyhow." The whip whistled through the air "Impressive. Someone will not be sitting for a time."

Elrond moved back to Legolas, who could only hang limply, breathing heavily. He had retreated into the far corners of his mind, and everything was dim. "Had enough? Or are you thirsty for more? No? Are you hungry? I think a bit of dessert is in order." Elrond turned away for a moment, then turned back, holding out a bloody eyeball from the body in the corner. Legolas nearly vomited. "Now, I want you to eat this, and I want you to enjoy it! Haldir would love it, would you not Haldir? Aragorn? Could you assist please.
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"Yes, My Lord." He moved to Legolas.

"If Legolas does not eat this, castrate him."

Aragorn laughed. "Yes, My Lord." Legolas winced slightly as he took hold of his scrotum, and the point of his dagger pressed into his flesh.

Elrond put a hand on Legolas' gag. "Make a sound, and Aragorn will cut your balls off!" he lowered the gag.

Legolas took a breath, hoping to spit at this thing that was before him, but then Aragorn's dagger cut into his flesh, and he closed his mouth. He could not take any more pain. If that made him weak, so be it, but he would not eat of the elf maid. Elrond reached up suddenly and grabbed his face, squeezing so tightly that Legolas' jaw was forced open. Legolas gagged, but this did not faze Elrond. He slid the eyeball into Legolas' mouth and held it closed, pinching his nose as well, so if he wanted to breathe, he would have to swallow. Legolas struggled against his hold, but to no avail. He finally closed his eyes, unable to look at the pleasure reflected in Elrond's any longer, and he swallowed.

"That will do, princey, that will do," said Elrond, and he patted Legolas' face. He washed his hands, then came back and ripped the clamps from his nipples. Legolas winced, but was mostly focused on not vomiting in front of his tormenters. He would not give them that satisfaction.

"All right, Aragorn, let them go." Legolas nearly cried in relief. Thank all that was good in this world. "But remember you two, keep within range of me at all times. If I need you, you had better be there. And no more raping unless I approve it, is that clear?"

Aragorn walked to Haldir first and unchained and unshackled him, then he did the same for Legolas. At the sudden release, Legolas slumped, nearly falling. But he took a deep breath, finally able to breathe, and forced himself to stand. As he did, the darkness uncurled in him and flooded through him, laughing. Now it is my turn, the darkness told him, and pushed him down and away. As unconscious tos took the 'real' Legolas, he felt Haldir's arm around his shoulder, supporting him as he limped away. And then he was gone.

tbc...