Of Pleasure and Peril

Of Pleasure and Peril

Chapter Two/?

by Tasmia Gaylord

Rating: Hard NC 17

Beta:Novelin

Warning: graphic S&M type situations but not too harsh, explicit sex

Disclaimer:The Tolkein characters are borrowed for private use in this story, I do not claim to own them and have no intentions of profiting from them

Summary: King Thranduil meets his match in his private punishment chamber with amazing consequences for all parties involved

Pairings: Thranduil/OFC , Legolas/OFC Elrond/OFC Haldir/OFC and perhaps some others, who knows?

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Chapter 2

Sayri stood frozen against the wall of the staircase
that led to her father's dungeon below. Everyone in
the underground palace was aware of the punishment
taking place down there and Sayri most of all. She
had only come down this close once, before tonight,
but her curiosity was growing about the whispered
tales of cruel torments her father supposedly carried
out on the daughter's of his enemies while they were
forced to watch in anguish and she was determined this
time to learn more. It had been many years since the
last punishment had taken place; she had been a mere
elfling at the time and had wandered down the very
same stairs in search of her father in complete
innocence of her transgression. When the screams had
started that night she had ran back up the stairs to
her brother's room where he had held her and calmed
her and gave her what explanation he could for the
terrifying noises she had heard below.

There were two more landings below this one before the
entrance to the dreadful chamber was obtained but all
of the sounds seemed to be funneled deliberately
upwards as if directed for her ears alone and she
shivered with disgust and anticipation as she waited
for the punishments to get fully underway. Suddenly,
screams ripped upward through the winding stairway
and echoed against the cut stonewalls slamming into
Sayri as if they were physical blows. Her heart
pounded as she clearly heard the whipping crack of
leather on flesh travel up and surrounds her. 'Oh,
what is he doing? What is he doing to that poor, poor
thing?" she whimpered aloud, her eyes squeezed shut
and her tummy flipping about with fear at being
discovered and removed. She held a clenched fist to
her mouth to keep herself from screaming aloud as the
torment below rocked her physically. Finally, she
could stand it no longer and could proceed no deeper
into that place of madness and she flew back up the
staircase and around the hallways to her private rooms
where she slammed and locked the thick, oaken door
behind her. She stood gasping with her back to the
door and wondered if any one heard her racing up the
stairs, and, if they had, would they report it to her
father?

She did not fear her father, or his wrath, but she did
not enjoy being questioned by him about her
disobedience for she could never lie to him and she so
hated to disappoint him. She threw herself across her
bed and put both fists to her ears as if to stop
whatever muffled sounds might still be lingerioutsoutside her doorway from entering into her mind.
"Legolas," she whimpered into her pillow as it grew
damp from her tears, "Legolas, where are you?" He had
always been t for for her at times of fear or crises,
there to wipe her face and smile his sweet, dear smile
while singing to her, her favorite silly song about the
orc who married the cave troll and was feasted on by
her family during their wedding dinner..."and a thigh
for the uncle, a knee for the niece..." she tried in
vain to recall his voice and find some comfort in this
dark, gloomy place..."an elbow for grandma, two ears
for aunty"...and as she allowed her breathing to slow
and grow more regular it seemed as if he really were
there, singing,..."two ears for the nephew, and toes
for the tots"...and she at last relaxed and drifted
off to sleep.

She awoke with a start nony mny minutes later when she
heard shouting and banging noises from the hallway
outside of her door. She crept up to the crack that
allowed her a thin view of the dimly lit thorough way,
which led to the front entrance around a narrow bend
before her. She was astonished as she recognized the
shouting voice as that of Arthame, her father’s victim
from the dungeon, and realized he was coming up the
stairway where she had only recently been hiding. She
inched the heavy door open a bit and was further
surprised as her father's two dungeon guards appeared
with the struggling furious elf between them. They
had him gripped by either arm and shoulder and he
twisted and turned in an effort to free himself as he
shouted down behind him, his face red with anger, "You
must not TOUCH HER without my witnessing, Thranduil,
that is YOUR rule, garaf! You slavering fiend,
RELEASE HER!" But his shouting was in vain as the
guards hurried him around the final bend and the noise
diminished as he was led out the frentrentrance and
away from Thranduil's palace.

Sayri opened the door even wider and leaned outwards
in an effort to catch any sounds that might now be
heard traveling upwards from below but there was only
silence, a deafening silence considering what should
have been happening, and her growing curiosity about
this turn of events emboldened her. The guards
returned and hurried back down to their position at
either side of the chamber doors and, as soon as their
descending footsteps halted, she opened the door
further and stepped out cautiously into the hall. She
half expected other curious residents to be peeping
out their own doors but the hall was still and quiet.


She descended again, going one slow step downward at a
time as she was not sure what to expect might happen
next. There were still no sound from the chamber
below and she was not sure why that bothered her. She
stopped suddenly and gasped, "Did he kill her?" she
said and clapped her hand over her mouth in horror at
her own lack of self-control. Then there was a sound
that cam and and her heart started beating again as
she recognized her father's mellifluous tones although
she could not quite make out the words being said.
Then she heard another sound, like a whimper or a
squeal or maybe both mixed together. It seemed
repetitive and Sayri crept down closer and closer
drawn by the unusual nature of the female noises she
was hearing float up the stone stairs. When she was
only one floor above the chamber she could clearly
hear the elleth below crying out. "Ah, ah, I die, I
die, yes, deeper, deeper, ah, ah, yes, my lord, oh
yes, yes!" over and over again mixed with grunting
sounds that must have come from her father; a
masculine guttural grunted out series of sounds like,
"Uh! Ah uh! Uh! Uh!" that seemed to coincide with
the feminine squeaks and squeals in rhythm and tempo.
Sayri froze suddenly comprehending. They were
joining, her father and the daughter of his traitorous
treasurer, what was her name? Tulare, she remembered,
Tulare and her father were joining and, from the
sounds of it, were both enjoying themselves immensely.

She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and managed
to squeeze herself flat against the stones between two
massively carved pillars and was not seen as the
dungeon guards reappeared and passed her by. "Our
fine Lord seems to have had the tables turned on him
this night," whispered one of the guards to the other
and they both snickered as they traveled up the stairs
and away from view. What did this mean; she asked
herself, what was her father thinking? To keep the
elleth in his chamber this way was a breach of his own
etiquette of justice and punishment. To torture
another elf was forbidden throughout the realm but for
these instances of personal treachery and only at the
hands of Thranduil was it allowed.

Legolas has tried to explain the logic behind the
seemingly cruel behavior, "Sayri, some of these
maidens will be sought after by courting elves almost
immediately after their release, they are high born
who have been brought low and for many an elf that is
eye-level. None have suffered any long lasting effects
and many, indeed, have made good marriages with those
elves who are either tenderhearted in nature or who
seeks a partner who has been humbled from high
station. But the pain suffered by the witnesses, as
their beloved elleths are, well, handled by our
father, has serious long lasting consequence for no
elf yet has desired a repeat performance in our
father's dungeon."

Such subjects were not forbidden to discuss among the
mature elflings and Sayri pressed Legolas for much
more information about the outcome of her father's
brutal ways with elf maidens but he only told her
enough to satisfy her most desperate questions and had
no desire to speak any further on said subject. But
all of the elleths who had been sent down to her
father's dungeon had been set free with their father,
uncle, brother or whatever male relative was in breach
of duty or honor and deserved of punishment from their
King and none had ever been held back before. Before
tonight.