Slave of Evil

Everyone, after reading the last chapter and going over all of my reviews, I’ve decided to take writing easy. I figure that if I can write the chapter and spend at least three days editing, that it would be for the better. So, hopefully I can give you a chapter(s) that no-one will forget. I’ve been taking for granted the fact that very few people try this storyline, and that there isn’t a lot to live up to. So I’m going to try to set the scale so to speak. My way of trying my very best. And anyone who writes these types of stories, don’t be offended by my comments. This is for my story and for my readers.

Thank you all for your support. And I’ll shut up and start the next chapter. Reviews are at the end of the chapter.

And I’ve decided that this story is going to go non-betaed. I had an offer on another story to beta this one also, but I’m just going to take them up on the other story, I don’t want to monopolize all of their time. If there is someone who wants to beta just this story, just drop a note, otherwise, I won’t have it betaed. Thank you.

Slave of Evil chapter 2:


Secret Demons


Try as he might, Legolas could not sleep. With Sauron pressed against his back, the drapes over the window closed, and his brain going in a million different directions, it seemed impossible.

Marriage. Marriage was something that Legolas had never planned on, at least not for several millennia. Not until that special someone came along. For now, all he wanted was to be the youth that he was. But when Sauron had taken over Mirkwood, his youth had disappeared. In its place, was an elf that he didn’t even know stood there, in what used to be his body.

His body betrayed him in every sense of the word. It took pleasure in what Sauron took from him. It betrayed him when Sauron ripped his virginity from him. It grew hot watching the Dark Lord. Even as Legolas propped up on his elbow and studied Sauron, it grew hot, as it often did on sleepless nights such as this one.

The elven form that he had chosen suited him well. Hair darker than the night’s sky frame a face of fair red lips, light green eyes and high cheekbones. His skin was darker than most Elves, a contrast that made Legolas’ skin look even paler. He had a broad chest, muscular arms, and hard thighs.

And it pulled a reaction that he had never felt before Sauron had shown up. It excited and scared Legolas. His heart screamed at him that this was not right. However, he just did not want to believe it. It made him feel something. It was not pain, not the dark, torturous hate that Sauron bestowed in him. It was bliss. It was a release.

It was light.

Even if it was just for that second, it was the light that was gone from his life. It took whatever form he wished it to. And yet, he still had to wake to find Sauron there, to find that evil there. He felt it when Sauron started and he felt it when he ended.

And he felt like he needed it. Every time that Sauron was there, he was no longer scared. At least not of himself. The only thing that he feared was Sauron. It felt the way that he thought it should feel. Like it was his duty. Perhaps it was Sauron’s words that flooded through his mind right then, but it did not seem like it any longer to him.

I’m ashamed to call you my son. His father’s words rang in his ears once again. Legolas took a deep breath, hoping not to break down. All of his pondering about Sauron, and how he felt, and he still did not know what he felt.

Was he in love with Sauron? Legolas touched Sauron’s face, brushing the hair from his cheek to the side. Could he love someone who was evil? The one who had killed his mother? Hot anger burned through Legolas’ heart as he stared at the Dark Lord.

His mother would be here if Sauron had never come. His people would be free. His father would love him. He would never have had to wonder if he loved him.

But could he live without Sauron? Could he act as though this had never happened? If Sauron was to leave at this second, would he grieve? Legolas stood, careful not to disturb Sauron. Sauron moaned rolling over and returning to his sleep. Legolas grabbed a robe and walked out to the gardens that his mother had fostered a millennia ago.

“Nana, why is this happening? What has happened to us?” Legolas’ cry seemed to carry to the end of the earth and back with no answer. The stars twinkled, and slowly they were covered by clouds until only one remained.

“Nana, is that you? Ai, Nana, what shall I do? Ada hates me, and I think that I am in love with Sauron. Saes, Nana, I beg of you to help me.” The star seemed to grow brighter for a moment before the clouds moved over to cover it. Legolas moaned in despair, falling to his knees. Tears clouded his eyes, slowly making their way down his cheeks.

“Please help me, anyone, please help.” Legolas sobbed, hugging his sides in a desperate attempt to comfort himself.

The next morning turned Legolas from the pained, tormented soul that had been seen the previous night to a scared youth expected to wed Sauron. From his new role as a fiancé of the Lord of Mirkwood, a name that Legolas used with all the sarcasm in Arda, to his role of Prince of the Elves, Legolas was torn.

As Sauron’s fiancé, he was expected to be perfect. He was the role of greatness, of the role that was Sauron’s support and release. But even when he was after perfection, he was the complete opposite. During his breakfast, he accidentally spilled a glass of wine on Sauron.

“You little whore! How dare you! You are still my servant, the only difference is that once we are wed you will, and I mean you have not choice but to carry my child. And when you are used up and spent, and can no longer bear children for me, you will be right back to where you were before! Never forget that. Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness before I decide to pull forward the bonding date so that you shall be able to bear my child before!” Sauron grabbed a handful of hair and forced Legolas to his knees.

“My Lord, I am sorry. I beg you for your forgiveness and offer my services in any way possible to repay this misconduct on my part.” Legolas bowed his head, keeping his voice low and humble. Sauron forced his head up, grabbing his chin and spitting in his face.

“Your services are mine to be taken whenever I wish. Never forget that. Should you forget that ever again, I swear that you will never see the sun or hear the trees as long as you walk this land. Is that clear?”

Legolas swallowed hard. He could not imagine a life with no sign of nature. He raised his eyes and nodded.

“Very clear, my lord. Once again, I beg your forgiveness.” Sauron slapped him again, letting go of his hair and allowing him to fall to the floor.

“Then stay like the dog you are on the ground.”

And while he was on the ground, Legolas began to think of who he was to the Elves. They had picked him to lead them to freedom. To them, he was the light. It was as if was a Vala or Istari, destined to bring them hope and freedom. But he was not. He was the worthless Elf that took pleasure in what Sauron took him.

He was not a prince.

He was as dark as Sauron.

Okay, yes, I know that this was really short. But it was a really hard chapter to write. If you review, I’ll write more. Oh, and I’m going to edit the summary, so if it seems different, that’s why. Thank you for all the reviews and the support. REVIEW PLEASE!

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