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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,096
Reviews:
39
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0
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0
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Chapter 2
Title: Broken
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
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2 years ago
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Merry?”
Merry looked up from his dinner, following Frodo’s gaze to where Legolas was standing at the edge of camp. Moonlight bathed the tall elf in its soft glow, the wind gently caressing his long blonde hair as he stood staring at the sky. Frods ris right, the elf was beautiful. “Yes, he is,” he answered, before going back to his stew.
Frodo smirked and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Have you ever dreamed about him?”
Merry frowned, once again looking up from his rapidly cooling dinner. “What do you mean?”
Frodo laughed and shook his head. “Never mind, Merry,” he said before standing and going to sit by Sam. Merry watched as Frodo leaned over and whispered to the shy hobbit, saw as Frodo’s hand came up to play absentmindedly with the ring while the two turned their eyes to the beautiful elf. He had a bad feeling about this.
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Now
Merry was jerked awake as the door was thrown open, banging loudly against the wall. He instinctively tightened his grip on Legolas’ waist and looked up as the large human guard stormed into the small room. Pippin, on the side closest to the door, rolled over and stared fearfully at the man.
Merry risked a glance at the elf in his arms, seeing Legolas stare back at him, obviously terrified. He looked quickly back at the guard, not wanting to be caught by surprise.
The tall man glared at them, his eyes roving over Legolas’ pale form. Merry frowned and tightened his grip further, causing Legolas to whimper softly and close his eyes. The guard cocked an eyebrow, amused by this show of protection. “Out of the way, halflings.”
Merry glared at the man but obeyed, releasing his hold on Legolas and whispering a soft apology. It did no good to resist; it would only bring Legolas more pain. Merry reached over and tugged on Pippin sleeve, practically dragging him over the elf’s still form. Pippin, careful not to hit Legolas, swiftly joined Merry on the far side of the bed. They watched as the guard walked up to the bed, his eyes filling with lust as he pulled the blanket off the naked elf. He stared at Legolas for a long moment, his hands moving over the trembling body. Legolas tried to stop his shaking as he was roughly turned over, the bed sheet rubbing painfully on his torn back.
Merry watched as the man grabbed Legolas’ hair and yanked him to his knees before putting his arms behind the elf’s knees and shoulders, picking him up. Merry hated not being able to do anything, and judging from the whimpers coming from Pippin, his cousin felt the same way.
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2 years ago
Frodo stared at the vision before him, confident that the elf couldn’t see him hiding in the bushes at the edge of the small lake the Fellowship had found. Grateful for finding the small, isolated paradise, they had decided to camp nearby in a secluded clearing, taking turns traveling to the calm lake.
Frodo had followed Legolas shortly after the elf had left the camp, not worrying about the elf hearing him. Sam had promised to distract everyone left in the clearing with stories of Gandalf, which was surprisingly easy. It was strange, really. Their grief was as strong as it was the day they had lost the wizard, despite the fact they had rested in Lothlorien and had spoken to the Lady.
Frodo smirked, stroking the ring that he held in his hand, as he watched the elf bathe. Watched as the elf submerged briefly, watched as the elf stood, drops of water flowing down his pale skin. Frodo licked his lips as Legolas began washing himself, running his hands over his slender body in an unconsciously erotic display.
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Now
Legolas lay passively in the man’s arms, burying his face in the guard’s chest as they passed through crowded rooms. He trembled, causing the man to laugh and drawing even more attention to himself from the men they passed. He felt hands reach out to touch him, pet him, heard the men talking about what they would do, if only they were allowed.
Legolas breathed a sigh elieelief when they left the men behind, causing the guard to laugh once again. “Don’t like the guard rooms, do you, whore?”
Legolas shivered, hearing the lust in the man’s voice. He was thankful that while the men were permitted to touch him, fondle him, they knew they were forbidden to go any further with their abuse. He didn’t know what he would do if he was given to the men.
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2 years ago
Sam stared at the elf, thankful that he had listened to Frodo. This was much more enjoyable than cooking. Legolas sat on a low tree branch, swinging his legs as his eyes flitted from tree to tree. The elf was in his element here, surrounded by forest and sunlight. He seemed almost magical, ethereal… untouchable. Sam frowned and shook his head. ‘No, not untouchable,’ he thought, remembering what Frodo had told him. ‘Just hard to catch.’
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Now
Legolas winced as he was thrown over the man’s shoulder, his bruises reacting badly to the rough treatment. He lay there while the man knocked on a large, ornate wooden door. He heard the door open quietly, just as it always did, and he held his breath as the man stepped confidently into the dark chamber. “He seems more frightened than usual, my lords,” the man said as he dropped the elf on the large, soft bed. “I bet he’ll just lay there no matter what you do to him.”
“He’s never done anything else,” a short figure answered, stepping towards the shivering elf. Tigurigured smiled and ran his hand down Legolas’ side, moving to his back and slipping his hand down the crease he ehe elf’s ass and pushing a finger into the tight entrance. Legolas closed his eyes, willing himself not to pull away.
The figured smiled down at his pet and removed his finger, his fingernail scraping against the walls of the passage. “At least, not since he was trained.” He pushed the elf onto his stomach before turning to face the guard. “Leave us.”
The man bowed respectfully and began backing towards the still open door. “As you wish, Lord Frodo.”
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A/N: Next chapter earns the NC-17 rating. *is nervous*
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
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2 years ago
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Merry?”
Merry looked up from his dinner, following Frodo’s gaze to where Legolas was standing at the edge of camp. Moonlight bathed the tall elf in its soft glow, the wind gently caressing his long blonde hair as he stood staring at the sky. Frods ris right, the elf was beautiful. “Yes, he is,” he answered, before going back to his stew.
Frodo smirked and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Have you ever dreamed about him?”
Merry frowned, once again looking up from his rapidly cooling dinner. “What do you mean?”
Frodo laughed and shook his head. “Never mind, Merry,” he said before standing and going to sit by Sam. Merry watched as Frodo leaned over and whispered to the shy hobbit, saw as Frodo’s hand came up to play absentmindedly with the ring while the two turned their eyes to the beautiful elf. He had a bad feeling about this.
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Now
Merry was jerked awake as the door was thrown open, banging loudly against the wall. He instinctively tightened his grip on Legolas’ waist and looked up as the large human guard stormed into the small room. Pippin, on the side closest to the door, rolled over and stared fearfully at the man.
Merry risked a glance at the elf in his arms, seeing Legolas stare back at him, obviously terrified. He looked quickly back at the guard, not wanting to be caught by surprise.
The tall man glared at them, his eyes roving over Legolas’ pale form. Merry frowned and tightened his grip further, causing Legolas to whimper softly and close his eyes. The guard cocked an eyebrow, amused by this show of protection. “Out of the way, halflings.”
Merry glared at the man but obeyed, releasing his hold on Legolas and whispering a soft apology. It did no good to resist; it would only bring Legolas more pain. Merry reached over and tugged on Pippin sleeve, practically dragging him over the elf’s still form. Pippin, careful not to hit Legolas, swiftly joined Merry on the far side of the bed. They watched as the guard walked up to the bed, his eyes filling with lust as he pulled the blanket off the naked elf. He stared at Legolas for a long moment, his hands moving over the trembling body. Legolas tried to stop his shaking as he was roughly turned over, the bed sheet rubbing painfully on his torn back.
Merry watched as the man grabbed Legolas’ hair and yanked him to his knees before putting his arms behind the elf’s knees and shoulders, picking him up. Merry hated not being able to do anything, and judging from the whimpers coming from Pippin, his cousin felt the same way.
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2 years ago
Frodo stared at the vision before him, confident that the elf couldn’t see him hiding in the bushes at the edge of the small lake the Fellowship had found. Grateful for finding the small, isolated paradise, they had decided to camp nearby in a secluded clearing, taking turns traveling to the calm lake.
Frodo had followed Legolas shortly after the elf had left the camp, not worrying about the elf hearing him. Sam had promised to distract everyone left in the clearing with stories of Gandalf, which was surprisingly easy. It was strange, really. Their grief was as strong as it was the day they had lost the wizard, despite the fact they had rested in Lothlorien and had spoken to the Lady.
Frodo smirked, stroking the ring that he held in his hand, as he watched the elf bathe. Watched as the elf submerged briefly, watched as the elf stood, drops of water flowing down his pale skin. Frodo licked his lips as Legolas began washing himself, running his hands over his slender body in an unconsciously erotic display.
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Now
Legolas lay passively in the man’s arms, burying his face in the guard’s chest as they passed through crowded rooms. He trembled, causing the man to laugh and drawing even more attention to himself from the men they passed. He felt hands reach out to touch him, pet him, heard the men talking about what they would do, if only they were allowed.
Legolas breathed a sigh elieelief when they left the men behind, causing the guard to laugh once again. “Don’t like the guard rooms, do you, whore?”
Legolas shivered, hearing the lust in the man’s voice. He was thankful that while the men were permitted to touch him, fondle him, they knew they were forbidden to go any further with their abuse. He didn’t know what he would do if he was given to the men.
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2 years ago
Sam stared at the elf, thankful that he had listened to Frodo. This was much more enjoyable than cooking. Legolas sat on a low tree branch, swinging his legs as his eyes flitted from tree to tree. The elf was in his element here, surrounded by forest and sunlight. He seemed almost magical, ethereal… untouchable. Sam frowned and shook his head. ‘No, not untouchable,’ he thought, remembering what Frodo had told him. ‘Just hard to catch.’
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Now
Legolas winced as he was thrown over the man’s shoulder, his bruises reacting badly to the rough treatment. He lay there while the man knocked on a large, ornate wooden door. He heard the door open quietly, just as it always did, and he held his breath as the man stepped confidently into the dark chamber. “He seems more frightened than usual, my lords,” the man said as he dropped the elf on the large, soft bed. “I bet he’ll just lay there no matter what you do to him.”
“He’s never done anything else,” a short figure answered, stepping towards the shivering elf. Tigurigured smiled and ran his hand down Legolas’ side, moving to his back and slipping his hand down the crease he ehe elf’s ass and pushing a finger into the tight entrance. Legolas closed his eyes, willing himself not to pull away.
The figured smiled down at his pet and removed his finger, his fingernail scraping against the walls of the passage. “At least, not since he was trained.” He pushed the elf onto his stomach before turning to face the guard. “Leave us.”
The man bowed respectfully and began backing towards the still open door. “As you wish, Lord Frodo.”
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A/N: Next chapter earns the NC-17 rating. *is nervous*