The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 25

Idly Legolas flipped through the dusty red leather book sitting on his lap. As promised Keeldon had been back to the room twice since the morning once to bring up the pile of books and the second time to deliver a tray of food. Both times Legolas has chosen to ignore Keeldon, his back turned to the lord as he sat in front of the window staring out at the blue grey sky through the small opening. Keeldon had said nothing during his two visits and for that Legolas was grateful, he did not have the control to hold a civilized conversation with his captor at present. He had cried for hours after Keeldon had left him the first time and now as the tears had dried Legolas felt sadly empty and devoid of all emotion. What little of his hope remained had faded when the choker had been attached around his neck. Purposefully he had turned the looking glass on the dresser around to face the wall so that he didn’t have to look at himself. It was humiliating and saddening enough to feel the choker about his neck without having to glimpse it in the mirror every time he turned his head. At the moment he did not have the patients to concentrate on what the westron written books said, so in an effort to keep Lord Keeldon happy Legolas had sat with one open on his lap ignoring it for the limited view through the window he sat in front of. From outside he could hear the unfamiliar calls of birds he’d never seen before and occasionally he’d hear the voices of people chatting to one another. Over the course of the day Legolas had watched the shadows lengthen on the plain until the orange flaming sun disappeared behind the mountains leaving the purple haze of dusk just settling across the sky.

Sighing heavily Legolas listened to the bolt of the door being slid across and consciously he straightened his back as he heard Keeldon enter the room. The man’s strong footsteps and his deep harsh breathing, Legolas had come to associate with the man and so he knew exactly who had entered the room without turning around to see them.

“It is good to see you are reading the books I brought up for you my sweet one.” Legolas listened as Keeldon moved around the room behind him obviously tiding things up and straightening out the furniture. Not that Legolas had moved anything in the room except for the red velvet chair he currently sat on and the looking glass above the dresser. “The information they provide about my kind will serve you well when I allow you into companLegoLegolas closed his eyes momentarily in a swallow of disgust as Keeldon once n can came to stand behind him. The man’s rough hand again coming to rest on Legolas’ neck although this time the calloused fingers caressed the skin under the choker tightening it uncomfortably against Legolas’ throat. “You may put the book away now I have brought you a surprise.” Despite his interest in what the surprise was Legolas calmly sat the book on the window ledge and rose from the chair to turn to face Keeldon. Keeldon reluctantly removed his hand from the back of Legolas’ neck and gestured for the elf to follow him over to the bed.

Obediently Legolas followed although he hung back slightly behind the lord wary still of the man’s presence. “There I had these made for you today at the tailor in town.” Legolas stared at the tunic and pair of leggings laid carefully out on the bed. They were purple much like Keeldon’s robe but instead of gold trimmings they bore silver instead, and were obviously made of a less elaborately printed fabric. “I will have more of them made for you tomorrow, in similar styles and colours if these fit you.” Legolas just stared at the outfit in silence as Keeldon came to stand behind him his arms uncomfortably wrapping around Legolas’ waist. “You may thank me for my generosity tonight.” Legolas shivered in worry at what Lord Keeldon meant by thanking him and the young elf couldn’t help but race through all the possibilities of what would be expected of him that evening. “Now get undressed I want to see you in these new things.” Legolas stiffened as Keeldon pulled away from him and moved around to sit casually on the end of the bed his gaze firmly locked on Legolas.

“Yes my lord.” Legolas’ voice was barely a whisper as he consciously began undoing the ties of his tunic. Keeldon obviously had no intention of leaving the room while Legolas changed and so the elf made quick work of his clothing, eager to be exposed for as less time as possible to Keeldon’s hungry gaze. Self-consciously Legolas turned around with his back to Keeldon before he reluctantly dropped his leggings to the floor, leaving him completely naked under the Lord’s gaze. Keeldon made a sound in the back of his throat that to Legolas sounded very much like his father after a consuming a satisfying feast. “Will you hand me the leggings my lord?” Legolas nervously bit his bottom lip as he glanced cautiously over his shoulder, back at Keeldon. Lord Keeldon had stretched out on Legolas’ bed, his hands behind his head and a curious smile upon his face, which Legolas couldn’t make out.

“No I will not, you will come and fetch them from me.” As if proving a point Keeldon picked up the purple leggings from the bed and held them out in front of him, his eyebrow raised in questioning and that strange half smile still curled at the corners of his lips. Swallowing hard Legolas hesitated in moving knowing full well that if he turned around he would expose himself to the Lord. The prince had never been naked in front of anyone accept Filgree before and even then Filgree had known him since he was a babe so it didn’t really matter, yet Keeldon was a stranger and his captor at that. Sighing quietly to himself Legolas gingerly bent down and picked up his discarded leggings from the floor before holding them securely in front of his lap as he turned slowly around to face Keeldon. Keeldon’s grin widened considerably as Legolas walked awkwardly over to him, the leggings clasped desperately over his privates and his gaze firmly locked onto the ground. A blush involuntarily crept up Legolas cheeks to the very tips of his ears as he was forced to lean across Keeldon to grab the leggings from the Lord’s firm grip. He could feel Keeldon’s gaze raking over his body and it made every inch of Legolas’ skin twitch with abhorrence and nervousness. Once he’d grabbed the leggings Legolas stepped back away from Keeldon and turned again hastily dropping the old leggings as he bent to pull on the new ones. He only managed to get the leggings to his knees before a presence stepped up behind him and a callused hand came to rest on his hip, precariously close to his pelvis.

“It is such a pity my sweet one that we must spoil your natural beauty by covering you with these clothes.” Legolas slowly straightened himself only to find that his whole body was pressed against the length of Keeldon’s. In an attempt to cover himself Legolas reached down again to tug up the leggings but Keeldon prevented it with a firm hand that gripped Legolas’ wrist tightly. “Why are you in such a hurry to dress my sweet one? Are you ashamed of what you have?” Legolas let out a startled squeak as Keeldon’s hand moved from his hip to grip Legolas’ limp member. Keeldon leaned his head on Legolas’ shoulder and stared blatantly down at where his fingers ran through the blonde hair that covered the base of Legolas’ cock. Legolas struggled to get away from Keeldon but the man had him held fast against his chest, his other hand gripping Legolas’ waist like a vice, and surely leaving nail marks due to it’s strength. “I would not be ashamed of this, you are quite adequately blessed for an elf.” Keeldon all but sneered into Legolas’ ear as the young elf continued to struggle in the man’s tight grip. Sensing Legolas’ growing distress Keeldon suddenly let go of Legolas and stepped back from the elf. At his sudden freedom Legolas dashed over to the fire and pulled up the leggings, tying the laces as tightly as he could manage. Keeldon’s laugh echoed cruelly nd tnd the sparsely furnished room and Legolas cuddled himself as he glared darkly at the man. “I have some questions to ask of you, you will answer them for me truthfully and directly. Do you understand?” Keeldon picked up the tunic from the bed and carelessly threw it over towards the elf by the fire. Without being told Legolas hastily pulled on the tunic and tied it up happy to be covered again from the gaze of Keeldon. Since putting on the entire outfit Legolas had become painfully aware that the leggings and tunic were just a little too small. They clung to his body in all the wrong places but Legolas supposed that Keeldon had ordered them that way and so chose to make no comment.

“Yes my lord.” Legolas voice trailed off as Keeldon stopped in front of the bed and turned to look over his appearance, nodding in approval of how Legolas looked in the purple leggings and tunic.

“You look beautiful my love, purple is a good colour for one of your fairness.” Keeldon paused the smile of satisfaction fading from his face, as he turned deadly serious. “Now answer my questions and we can then go down to dinner.” Legolas nodded stiffly his gaze never leaving Lord Keeldon’s even as the man wandered over to the window to stare out of it for a few moments in thought. “Do you pleasure yourself Filgree?” Keeldon turned sharply around from the window and looked directly at Legolas, who for all the world looked as if he’d been shot with twenty orc arrows.

“What…what… do..do… you mean?” Legolas stuttered uncontrollably confused by what Keeldon was asking of him. Keeldon frowned and crossed his arms across his chest to glare angrily at the elf.

“Do not play me for a fool Filgree for I am not a man to be messed with. You know very well what I ask of you but if you need me to be explicit I shall be so.” Legolas swallowed hard as he watched Keeldon point at him with a long slender finger, as if accusing him of something. “The thing that hangs so enticingly between you legs, at night when you are alone do you caresses it as you would to calm a frightened mare, until it trembles and you call out in pleasure as your seed spoils the sheets?” Legolas could not help but stare agape at Keeldon shocked at the crudeness of what Keeldon was suggesting. He and Filgree had never discussed such matters and it was expected that they were never talked about in public. Never in his life had he heard someone speak so explicitly about sexual acts before and Legolas could do nothing but shake his head in shock. This only served to annoy Keeldon further and the man glared at Legolas pointedly. “ANSWER ME NOW!” Keeldon’s voice bellowed loudly around the room and Legolas inwardly winced at the harsh sound.

“You can not ask that of me, it is none of your business. That matter is private and for me alone to know about.” Legolas’ voice was not more than a whisper but in the silence following Keeldon’s demand, the whisper from Legolas was as clear as the day. Keeldon’s anger snapped and before Legolas knew what was happening the man had backhanded him hard across the face sending the elf sprawling out onto the stone floor, with a sickening slap of flesh.

“Understand Filgree my love that I own you now and I will ask of you what I will. Your personal matters are no longer private, they are mine to dictate in any way I choose and I will ask about them frequently. It is in your best interests that you answer me when I do.” Legolas cowered against the wall his hands coming up to protect his head even as Keeldon kicked him swiftly in the gut wrenching choked sob from between his lips. “Now answer me again, do you pleasure yourself?”
“Yes.” Legolas choked out the word in between sobs not daring to move with Keeldon’s form still towering above him. Keeldon smiled in success and stepped back away from Legolas’ shaking form his anger dissipating as quickly as it came.

“Very good. Now I will ask this of you only once and I expect it to be strictly adhered to, for the consequences will be severe if you do not. I ask of you not to touch yourself again.” Legolas was too distraught to even bother listening to what Keeldon was asking of him. It made him sick to even consider taking self-pleasure within a hundred miles of Keeldon let alone in his house, so the added rule meant nothing to Legolas. Legolas began nodding even as Keeldon continued. “You will not receive sexual pleasure in any form until I grant it, and even then you will have to earn it. There are ways I can prevent you from touching yourself if you do not do it willingly but they are not pleasant and I do not want to see you suffer if it is not necessary.” Legolas continued to nod the tears still flowing down his face as he tightly clutched his stomach where Keeldon had kicked him. “Good now you have agreed to that I ask something else of you.” Legolas inwardly sighed dreading what would come next after the last question. “I want you to braid you hair everymorning in the fashion of a married person of your people.” Confused again Legolas dared to look up at Lord Keeldon who was now standing with his back to Legolas staring into the sea viewer in the far corner of the room.

“I do not know how to my lord, I have not been taught.” Legolas feared for what the outcome of his reply would be but relaxed as Keeldon turned around and nodded almost in understanding.

“Very well I will ask one of the maidens in the village, if they will come and teach you, I am sure they know of many ways to braid the hair.” Keeldon smiled softly at Legolas but the young elf ignored the man’s attempt at sympathy. “Now that is over get up from the floor and straighten yourself, we will go down stairs for dinner now.” Legolas nodded and cautiously lifted himself from the floor wary of the pain in his side as he crudely straightened out the tunic and leggings. Legolas stiffened as Keeldon stepped over to him and removed the long leather strap from a pocket on his robe, unravelling it before clipping it to the lock at the back of Legolas’ choker. “Do not speak to any of the servants Filgree, you are not their concern.” With a flick of the wrist Keeldon tugged on the strap to test it security before leading Legolas from the room. Legolas did not raise his gaze from the floor the swing of the strap hanging from the back of his choker humiliating him into avoiding contact with everyone they passed along the halls of the house. All he wanted to do was go back to the safety of the room away from the stares he knew he would be getting when the servants came to wait on the dinner table. The short strap insured that Legolas had to keep up with Keeldon, forcing him to walk only a step behind the man in front less he be strangled by the pulling. Keeldon obviously knew how to be cruel without inflicting physical pain and it was that point alone that Legolas shuddered with fear. Not knowing what to come only added to that worry and it made Legolas constantly unsettled.

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