Alagos Oraearon (Storm over the Ocean)

Part Two


"I say we should permit it. For myself, I find it pleases me to think on it and watching it play out in truth will be exciting. Besides, such bold boasts need to be answered. We must make an example of him so that others fear to betray us."

"Nay, this would be a mistake. Legolas is ours; I've no desire to share him with any other."

"Oh, well do I know it!" spat Elrohir, sitting up and snatching Legolas out of Elladan's arms. They were naked and sweaty, the three of them, having just concluded a glorious conjunction of flesh. "You would have him for your own, alone, and forsake even me to make it so."

"Nay! I will never forsake you, Muindor," assured Elladan, gaze shifting in worry from his brother's furious glower to the shaking Wood Elf. Once in such a black mood, there was no guessing what torments Elrohir might deem fitting to visit upon the lowly sylvan. "Do not hurt him; he has had enough tonight." Indeed, dark bruises were visible even in the low light of the flickering candle, evidence of Elrohir's wrath and Legolas' struggles.

"Oh, he will take all we offer him. He cannot help it, the depraved harlot, and therefore it is right to indulge this fancy of mine." So saying he rose form the bed, dragging Legolas along, Elrohir fast becoming aroused as he thought about what he planned to do. "Bring the rope and the toys. We adjourn to the library."

Elladan did as instructed, fearing to dissent further for he could not say what Elrohir might do if he left the pair alone. He scooped up the various devices Elrohir had chosen for the night and gathered a coil of hithlain as well. In truth there was no need to bind the sylvan, for together they could manage him easily and Legolas rarely resisted them any longer. He had accepted the bond between them. Unfortunately, this only made the younger brother frustrated, for he did not want to enjoy coupling with Legolas nor wish for the Wood Elf to have pleasure in the joining. He wanted Legolas to fear him and dread the punishment he would receive for bringing his filthy sorcery to bear upon Elladan. In consequence, Elrohir's sex-play became increasingly demeaning and brutal, but what he planned for this night surpassed all.

Together the brothers had subjected Legolas to numerous scenarios and situations that would turn the stomachs of most people. They had taken him in public places, Elrohir's favourite being the barracks grounds where a crowd was sure to gather. He liked to make Legolas beg for release and usually would not let him come until he was crying out in pain, and usually not until they'd both had him anally and orally first. Sometimes they kept him aroused for hours, refusing him gratification while punishing him for being aroused. Punishment generally involved a small leather whip Elrohir had taken from a horse-trader in Bree. He used it just as the Man had, striking Legolas upon the shoulders as he rode him.

Yet what Elrohir enjoyed most was using foreign objects to penetrate Legolas, working the implements to bring the elf to orgasm, berating and defaming him for such wanton lust the while. The more mundane the object the better and Legolas' unique anatomy had been invaded with everything from wooden spoons from the kitchen to his own bow. Now even this form of humiliation had lost its appeal and the younger brother had devised a crueler plot for demeaning the sylvan. The whole idea sickened Elladan and he did not want to watch this, but could not resist the desire to be there at the end.

Once Elrohir was done, he always did what he could to comfort Legolas, never knowing whether the Wood Elf realised it or not. He tended the injuries and bathed the elf, made him take food and water, coupled with him gently and with love. It was all he could do, that and making sure Legolas was so thoroughly drugged he would not remember the things done to him. At least, that was Elladan's hope, for he knew that without the medications Legolas would have faded long ago or taken his life. When he was home, Elladan doubled the sedatives his father prescribed Legolas. Yet these things he did in secret, for if Elrohir learned of it he would only punish Legolas, saying the woodland archer had truly stolen his brother's heart.

Elladan was not sure, anymore, if that was a lie.

He came to the library and found Elrohir sprawled in a chair, legs spread wide and Legolas on his knees between them, busily sucking the long red cock. His rear was invitingly exposed and Elladan knew his brother had placed the chair just to provide this temptation. He lifted his eyes from the dark red hole to meet his brother's smirking gaze.

"Take him; I know you want to. Fuck him while he pleasures me. I will even permit him to come when you spill inside him," said Elrohir, his voice soft and oily and filled with menace. His eyes glinted with rage and he reached out to shove down hard on Legolas' head. The sylvan gagged and pulled away, earning a sharp blow to the face for doing so, and Elrohir grabbed a handful of golden hair and yanked the mouth back down. The warmth of an agile tongue enveloped him and he groaned. "That's better," he panted, smiling up at his brother. "He's better at this than you are." As he'd hoped, this roused Elladan's anger and he laughed as his brother quickly positioned himself behind the sylvan, plunging in and fucking him with deep, hard thrusts.

Their eyes locked and between them crackled the pain and jealousy and rage each felt, knowing the other wanted Legolas with a compelling urge stronger than the bond they'd forged between them in their youth. The fury mingled with the erotic passion incited by the Wood Elf and both strove to find release first within the willing body servicing them. Yet their bond was not destroyed and the two peaked together, Elrohir spilling down the sylvan's throat, crying out his brother's name, while Elladan gripped the archer's cock and pumped him to completion, face buried against a red-striped shoulder as he shot his seed.

Then Elrohir snatched his hand from underneath and carried it to his lips, sucking off the semen produced by Legolas' ejaculation, glaring in defiance at his brother for he knew Elladan had desired the treat for himself. Legolas, meanwhile was crumpled in his lap and Elrohir kept him there, one hand anchored fast in the wheaten locks, for he could see that he wanted to rise and turn to Elladan, or to flee. There was a tension about him that belied the dosage of herbs added to his wine, unless the elixir was but a nostrum, all bad taste and no effect. Elrohir chuckled when Elladan slowly drew his hand away, aware that he had liked the attention well, and smiled in triumph.

"That should satisfy you both for a time. Now we will set the stage for the next act," he said, laughing at his pun.

"I will have your word first," demanded Elladan, his eyes cold upon his brother. "You will not torment him beyond this point. I tell you it is enough to break him."

"Nonsense, he is made of stern stuff else he would have faded long ago."

"It is only the constant fog Adar maintains within his mind that prevents it."

"So you say, but I believe he is ready to be weaned off the potion. He enjoys our sport and would willingly join the game. Think how much better it would be to take him with us when we go abroad. Then we could have him at will. Oh! To hunt him through the wilds, chasing him across country, tracking him down, subduing him, mastering him. Can you not see it? We should be the primary mates instead of Adar."

"Nay, I believe he prefers Adar to us. You are wrong about him; he does not like mixing pain and pleasure but he has known nothing else."

"Nay, he regularly couples with Adar, who does not indulge that aspect of intimacy to the same degree. He knows the difference between our brand of love-making and Elrond's."

"Aye, and he prefers Adar," insisted Elladan.

While they spoke, the brothers arranged Legolas in a provocative pose, tying him down to the library table so that his arms were held fast at the wrists, secured to one corner, while his legs were bent and drawn back at the knees. To spread them as wide as possible, each limb was secured at the ankle and the knee, each tied fast to opposite sides of the table. Through it all he had struggled little and now lay staring up at them in confusion.

"If that does not entice him, I know not what would," chortled Elrohir, reaching between the parted legs to fondle the limp genitals, probing behind the scrotum into the folds of the vaginal cavity, scooping out some of Elladan's seed. He tasted the bitter essence, watching his brother intently, and smiled to see the rush of colour that sped to his ears and the quickening in the long lax penis.

"El'dan?" The word was faint and slurred and came from the bound Wood Elf, who suddenly seemed to comprehend what was happening, or about to happen, and began to strain against the rope. "Elladan, alannach dâf…" (Elladan, do not give permission) His plea was silenced when Elrohir reached for his sac and squeezed hard enough to make him cry out.

"Now why does he always call to you for help at these times?" asked Elrohir, maintaining the vice-like grip on the tender testes.

"Because you are the one who hurts him," said Elladan, visibly upset as he watched his brother's cruel treatment. "Let him go; he means you no harm and calls for me only because I have shown him compassion, nothing more. He does not prefer me to you, muindor, nor do I love him the way I do you. Please, let us not do this. Let us play the hunting game instead."

"Ah! You admit to love for him. No more needs be said; he needs a lesson or two in what his place is here in Imladris. Afterwards we might try the hunt." Elrohir did release his hold and at once reached amid the pile of clamps and rings and chains and plugs, taking a huge phallus and shoving it deep inside Legolas. A sharp gasp fled the sylvan's lungs and his eyes grew wide as Elrohir slowly used the tool to stimulate the interior gland. "See? He loves it," said Elrohir, contempt limning every syllable as he watched the archer's cock slowly filling. "How can you prefer such a dissolute creature to me, Muindor?"

"I do not!" exclaimed Elladan, exasperated and distraught, for no matter how often he made the claim he could not convince Elrohir. He exhaled a huge sough and fought not to look at Legolas, for any eye contact between them now would surely inflame his brother's ire. "Tell me what else you want done," he said dismally, his heart filled with bitter resentment, for these were games he and Elrohir used to share only between themselves. To see his soul-mate taking such delight whilst teaching their bond-slave his favourite diversions was hurtful. Every punishment to Legolas was a penance for him.

"Secure the clamps to the rings in his ear tips and make sure they are tight." He stopped working the phallus and stood back to watch, his own penis flexing at the sight of the thick wooden handle projecting from the quivering body. Elladan's hands were shaking, he noted, as they snapped the ends of the fine golden chain to the loops thrust through the most sensitive region in the sylvan's ears. His brother gave a swift tug to test the connection and Legolas responded, shuddering as his head bent back into the pull, teeth catching his lower lip, eyes sealing shut. His chest heaved for breath and his shaft rose high amid the honey coloured curls of his crotch.

Elrohir took himself in hand and stroked his hardening cock. "Now the nipples, insert the studs through the chain and then the flesh; screw the back on well. I don't want the studs to pop out when the chain is given a hard yank." His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply for Legolas always emitted a strong odour of musk when this stage was reached. He waited to see that his orders were obeyed and met Elladan's eyes, a quick nod answering the unspoken question. The chain was given a sharp jerk and the Wood Elf's whole body leaped on the table, yet still no sound did he make other than his labouring efforts to draw air.

Now Elrohir took the chain and made the final connection, attaching to its end another ring, this one meant to fit around the circumference of an erect penis. Fitted properly, it would remain in place as the cock thrust in and out, every advance and retreat providing a forceful pull to the sensitive tissues of the nipples and the ears. One more piece of equipment was needed to make the scene complete and Elrohir took it from the pile. It was a second ring and this he closed around the base of archer's shaft to prevent any possibility of ejaculation. He looked to Elladan in smug ascendency.

"Since you tried the connections at that end, it falls to me to ensure this side is properly rigged." With that he settled the ring around his swollen organ, noting with pleasure that the chain grew taut and Legolas leaned forward as far as his bonds would permit. "None of that," scolded Elrohir. "You'll not feel anything that way. Hold him down at the shoulders, muindor."

"Nay, it would be too much. Just do it, Elrohir, and adjust the length of the chain if necessary." Elladan's voice was filled with a mixture of loathing and pruriency, for while part of him felt sickened by this display, another part of him was eager to see its culmination. He held his breath, eyes travelling over the bound body, following the glinting line of the stretched chain to where it connected to his brother's erection. From there he raised them to Elrohir's eyes and only then did the younger twin comply, removing the wooden phallus and lunging forward almost in a single motion.

The twins groaned in concert as Elrohir bore down, striving to achieve a full, forceful penetration with every pivot of his hips, the chain slipping in and out along with his hot rigid flesh. Elladan stroked his own flesh and reached out to touch one jumping red bud and then the other, then trying the ears. Feathery and light he made the contact and could not suppress a sigh as Legolas gasped and whimpered in response.

"Come and join me," said Elrohir amid harsh respiration. He slowed and pulled partially out, moving aside a bit to make room as Elladan eagerly came forward. It was a tight fit for Legolas was not in the best orientation for that position, but the effort was worth it as soon as he felt the fullness of his brother's cock pushing into the sylvan's anus. Neither could burrow very deeply but they would be satisfied none the less. In unison they rocked forward and then pulled back, arms locked around each other at the waist to provide support, and with matched shouts of exhilaration began to thrust wildly.

Legolas cried out and squirmed on the table, fighting the pounding penetration, shifting against the rhythmic jolts of pleasure and the accompanying flashes of stabbing pain as ears and nipples were plucked and pulled with every motion. Every sensitive area of his body was under assault except his penis, and this they refused to touch, seeing to their own pleasure and caring not that the fullness was too much, that his nipples were already sore and bruised after his morning with Elrond. Like their father, the twins were potent and vigourous and could go on for what seemed to be hours. Such was not the case this night and he felt them come, twin spurts of warm fluid bathing his interior.

Elladan retreated first, moving away to collapse in a comfortable chair, still dripping from the tip of his shaft. He closed his eyes, a smile gracing his features. "Leave him and come to me," he whispered.

"Aye, in a moment," replied Elrohir. "Should we clean him?" Carefully he removed the ring from his deflating organ and settled it right atop the sylvan's belly button.

"Nay, do not remove the evidence of our possession. When he buries his cock inside he will find the way well greased and know the magnitude of his offence. There will be no excuse he can use to justify the act," answered Elladan. Rested and refreshed by the triple joining, he sprang from the chair and came to inspect the woodland warrior. His fingers delved each hole and he frowned when Legolas flinched. "Ai! He is not having any enjoyment this night. We must try and make it up to him."

"Why are you always so worried about him," snapped Elrohir. "He's a Wood Elf and this is their nature. Everyone knows it is all they are good for: fighting and fucking."

Elladan said nothing, saddened that the pleasant mood between them was spoiled and sadder still for the fate that had befallen Legolas. There was nothing left to do but wait and so he led Elrohir to a shadowed alcove where a comfortable chair offered a secluded spot for reading. Or spying.

"Aye, spies we are, yet I know no other way to prove our suspicions. If he partakes of Our Wood Elf I will have him castrated and banished," said Elrohir, attempting to justify his vile scheme, for in his heart he hoped this would happen, believing the sight might finally open Elladan's eyes to Legolas' dissolute and corrupt nature. He surveyed the scene and frowned. "Wait, we do not want Figwit to strain himself in the effort," he chuckled with devious glee and retrieved a foot stool, setting it in front of the table before the tantalising display. Hastening back to the dark corner he snuggled up against Elladan. "I think I will take you while he's rutting Our Wood Elf," he whispered and smiled when Elladan shivered.

They did not need to wait long for the little play to unfold, except that it was not Figwit who came through the library door. The valet, renowned for his lazy and insolent nature to all save Elrond, had obviously foisted the task the twins had set before him onto another. The barrier creaked open and a slender figure came in: Faelon, Erestor's personal secretary.

"Lord Elrond?" he called as he walked but half way there he gasped in shock, for he came upon Legolas bound to the table, recoiling in disgust as the scent of cooling semen inundated his delicate senses. "Elbereth!"

"Saes, cano Elrond, saes," the sylvan muttered, voice pitched low as though he feared to be heard while his huge blue eyes implored the seneschal's secretary for aid.

Faelon turned and fled the room, the heavy door banging shut behind him.

"Valar! Adar needs to dispense with Figwit," complained Elrohir. "I will not have him claiming to all the Valley that he partakes of our bond-slave daily."

"Without proof Adar will do nothing," groaned Elladan. "Never mind, the ploy has failed. Let us take Legolas to the woods and play out the hunt. This time, I will not permit you to win."

"Permit me? Oh ho! So, you thought to grant me…" Elrohir stopped mid-sentence for he heard footsteps hastening down the hallway, mingled with the frantic words of the secretary. In panic he met Elladan's eyes, for their Adar would not appreciate this sort of activity and would probably send them away to Lothlorien in disgrace. There was no means of averting the disaster, however, and in grim dread he trained his sight upon the door. He barely silenced his surprise when it opened to reveal not Elrond but Erestor his kinsman. The secretary was still babbling away as they approached.

"…so when Figwit asked if I would search the archives for the scroll, of course I agreed. I had no idea The Sylvan would be in here and certainly not like this! He asked me to fetch Lord Elrond but I thought it best to let you be the one to explain."

"Of course, Faelon, you acted appropriately. I will handle this; you may return to your normal duties." Erestor managed to remain his usual aloof and unflappable self as he spoke these bland words, but inside his heart was hammering and his libido rising. He could scarcely remove his eyes from the vision before him and only wanted Faelon to go so that he might make a more thorough inspection.

No sooner had the door closed than he approached, hands behind his back, and strolled a complete tour around the table. His gaze lingered on the exposed double openings, travelled languidly up the belly to the chest, feasted on the pierced flesh there, followed the chain to the end at either ear. A loud breath entered and left his lungs and he circled closer, reaching out to touch one of the nipples, still inflamed and tender, and thrilled to the response as The Sylvan winced and tried to twitch out of the way.

"Nay!" he shouted, blue eyes ablaze with hatred. "I am Elrond's only."

"No, you are Elrond's and Elladan's and Elrohir's. Now, more than two lovers at a time defines a whore. Indeed, one might say you are more the property of the House of Eärendil than any single one of its members. I, too, am blood-kin to that venerable lineage." Erestor tested an ear, taking the golden ring and pulling slightly, gratified when this raised a cry. "Someone has left you here like this; who?"

"Gwanûn," (the Twins) answered Legolas, gasping as the seneschal's groping hands explored him. His nipples were tweaked again and he shuddered. "Daro!" (Stop!)

"Quiet!" hissed Erestor, peering behind him and around the room even as he rushed forward, clambering onto the foot stool and clamping his hand over the Wood Elf's mouth. His other hand was busy opening his breeches and wrestling his hardening penis from its confinement. "Long have I wanted to have you, Legolas, but this exceeds my most lurid fantasy."

Now in the alcove the brothers stared in disbelief, for though they knew Erestor desired their bond-slave, they did not think he would trespass upon their Adar's rights so freely. Elladan was about to leap out and halt the seneschal but Elrohir restrained him, finding he was aroused, for Legolas was struggling desperately. Urgent cries of alarm issued from beneath the pressure of Erestor's hand, but were too muffled to carry beyond the confines of the room. He had wanted to watch as Figwit took the archer and found Erestor's deft manipulation of Legolas' body far more erotic.

Erestor, too, was excited to heightened levels by the illicit nature of what he was doing and with quick and practised hands he took up the ring and attached it to himself, so eager to get his cock inside he was panting. He paused, dipping his fingers into first one warm and sticky hole and then the other. They came away coated with the white gel of the twins' ejaculate and Erestor sucked it from his fingers, meeting the wide blue eyes staring upon him in horror, recognition and understanding within them. Clear were the signs of fear arising from the lowly sylvan and Erestor gasped, seeing himself as if through those azure depths, and he was ashamed. All desire left him and he stepped away, turning his face down as he unfastened the ring from his deflating penis and reordered his garments.

"Forgive me," he murmured. "You are not mine to take, and never have I forced anyone, nor betrayed any of my kin." Then he set about untying the Wood Elf, starting with the legs, and nearly jumped a metre when Elrohir called out from the shadows.

"Who gave you leave to interfere with our fun?" he demanded, but would not come forth for he was still aroused.

"I do not need your leave to lend aid to my kinsman's bond-slave. This is inexcusable and I will report it to your father. What drove you to do this is beyond comprehension," Erestor chastised him, "but I know Elrond would never approve of you offering Legolas to his valet!"

"Nay, he would not," said Elladan. "I would have stopped Figwit if he'd tried to truly do the deed."

"Hah! I'm sure you would, which is why I was not stopped by other than my own scruples," sneered Erestor. He had both of the Wood Elf's legs freed and hastened to unbind his hands, rubbing them between his own for the fingers were stiff and cold. Carefully he helped Legolas off the table, unwilling to remove the chain and its attachments for fear of succumbing to the sylvan's allure despite his intent to resist. Yet when he moved to lead the woodland elf away, Legolas balked, looking back to the alcove where the twins remained obscured in shadow. Erestor sighed in exasperation and shook the arm he was holding.

"You do not need their permission to go with me; I am but escorting you back to Elrond's rooms," he said.

"Aye, go with him, Legolas," called Elladan and there was sorrow in his voice.

"Go with him, Legolas," mocked Elrohir. "Muindor, we have been gone a twelve-day on patrol, deprived of comfort and diversion, and now you freely hand off our hard won mate to Adar's seneschal. You do realise you just gave him permission to enjoy Legolas at will, and likewise instructed the Wood Elf to obey?"

"Nay!" exclaimed Elladan. "That is not what I meant, Legolas. Erestor will not molest you nor keep you from Elrond. Do you hear?"

"Aye," answered Legolas softly, relief and gratitude packed into the simple word. Then he turned to Erestor. "I would cover myself," he said.

This evoked a brash laugh form Elrohir that made Legolas flinch, but Elladan at last came forth, caring nothing about his nakedness anymore, and took up a tasselled covering from one of the smaller tables. This he wrapped around Legolas shoulders, bending close to whisper in his ear.

"Do you want me to take them out?" He was referring to the chains and rings still attached to the sylvan's body and a slight nod confirmed the answer he'd expected. He was quick in the task and mindful of Legolas' modesty, using the table cover as a shield to block the process from Erestor's sight; a strange compunction considering the vulgar display they'd made of the archer and the horrific torment to which they'd subjected him.

"Oh, your compassion again, is it?" Elrohir's scathing words wafted from his dark corner. "When last had you such warmth in thought for me?"

"When last I looked upon you," snapped Elladan. He gathered up the golden chains and flung them into the alcove. "I weary of your bitterness, Muindor. I think it best if we go with them and accept whatever penalty Adar sees fit to exact, for we have wronged him and Legolas both this night."

"We have done no such thing! Nothing untoward happened; nothing we haven't done before."

"No, you would have let Figwit have him, even though it would surely have broken whatever remains of his spirit. You would become a kinslayer and draw me into your dark deed."

"You were a willing party and do not deny it," Elrohir accused. "Do not stand there and play the innocent to me!"

"I do not. I will not. I go to own this crime and the consequences of it. If you do not join me, consider us parted."

"I have considered us parted since the day you laid claim to that sylvan whore!" bellowed Elrohir, but still he would not show his face, whether in shame or remorse it was impossible to say.

"So be it," answered Elladan and took Legolas by the elbow. Together he and Erestor led him from the room to Elrond's apartment, but Elrohir gathered his kit and weapons and fled from the valley.


TBC