Deception

Title: Deception

Pairings: Rumil/Orophin, Orophin/Legolas.

Rating: This chapter: NC-17 for a bit of violence and rough sex.

Summary: Orophin and Rumil have their way with Legolas, and try to damage his chances at love with Haldir.

Archive: It would be an honour, but please ask

Beta: Nope.

Notes: All characters are Tolkien's. I just like to have my own brand of pervy fun with them.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *...*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: elvenbeauty@hotmail.com

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Chapter Three

"What are you doing?" Legolas was struggling to get out from under Rumil. His arms were pinned above his head and Rumil was straddling his middle. Orophin now had a hold on his feet so he would stop kicking.

"Give me the rope! I can't hold his legs for much longer. He's a strong one!" Rumil obliged, and handed his brother back a length of grey rope with which to bind their captive's hands and feet.

In the moment he foolishly let go of Legolas' wrists, the Prince managed to send a fist sailing into Rumil's jaw. Rumil cried out in pain and struck Legolas back, sending droplets of red Elven blood through the air.

"I would not attempt anything so foolish again, pretty one. We are two and you are but one. You have no chance." After having given his warning, Rumil resumed his grip on Legolas' wrists and looked back at Orophin who had just finished binding Legolas' feet. The knots were painfully tight, and Legolas knew that unless someone happened along the path at this very moment, he was in for some severe punishment at the hands of Haldir's brothers.

"LET ME GO!" Legolas was screaming, hoping to catch the attention of a passer-by, but there was no one. "Do you treat all visitors to Lorien in such a harsh manner?"

"Only those who seek such disgusting sport from our Watch Captain as you have! Have you no shame, Princeling?" Rumil's eyes blazed with a curious mix of anger and desire as he brought his face close to Legolas. Rumil's breath was hot against his skin, and smelled strangely sweet. That was when Legolas realised he'd been drinking. Both brothers had.

"Why are you so insistent that I was doing anything," Legolas hesitated, "unnatural with Haldir? Perhaps it is your own twisted mind that has invented the scenario. Perhaps *you* wish to seek such carnal pleasures with him!" The force of a slap across Legolas' face reminded him that he was not in the position to challenge his captors. He was still straddled by Rumil and his ankles were bound so tightly he was beginning to lose circulation to his feet.

"You are an audacious one, Princeling. But your audacity will cost you dearly." Orophin finally spoke, crouching beside Legolas' head. "It is not our dear brother that we lust after, but you. And we will have you, whether you are willing or not."

"Hypocrite," Legolas spat, blood seeping from his split lip. Another slap from Rumil forced his head to the side. He ignored the pain and continued. "How can you rebuke another for wanting what you yourself want?"

"Silence!"

"Let's take him away from this path, Rumil. Someone is likely to see us."

"Very well. Tie his hands first. I am not getting punched in the mouth again." Orophin obeyed his brother, and bound Legolas' hands. "You get his arms and I shall carry his legs.

"Put me down, I beg of you," the Prince pleaded, for being carried in this way was most uncomfortable. "If you let me walk, you may keep my hands bound, and I will not try to escape."

"Do not tell us what we may do," Orophin snapped. "We do not trust you enough to let you walk."

The two carried Legolas deep into the woods. They came upon a small clearing in the trees, and set him down upon a stone. It was hard for him to keep his balance being bound, so Legolas slid off of the rock and onto the forest floor. What happened next, he did not expect.

Orophin and Rumil knelt, facing each other, and engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. Their hands were entangled in each other's hair. It was quite the sight to see, really, the two handsome Galadhrim kissing thus.

Legolas was now more confused than ever. Why had the brothers gotten so upset that he would pursue physical pleasure with Haldir when they themselves participated in even more forbidden acts? Perhaps he was correct in his first assessment, that they lusted after Haldir, but Haldir refused them, so they took it out on one who *could* have him. He only hoped that the object of this odd game would be revealed, and soon.

Legolas sat, mesmerised by the scene unfolding before him, and contrary to his mind's protests, his body became aroused. He wondered faintly what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two lithe bodies, receiving his pleasure from one while giving it to the other. His leggings were growing tighterd hed he wished for his hands to be unbound so he could relieve the aching pressure.

Orophin pulled away from Rumil, and turned to face Legolas. The Prince was leaning against the stone, biting his lower lip. He made no attempt whatsoever to mask the desire on his face as Orophin moved closer to him.

"Untie me," Legolas pleaded. "I shall not run, I promise."

"Not yet, sweet one." Orophin traced Legolas' lips with his finger, careful of the split the other had caused. His sudden gentleness startled Legolas. "I want you to watch my brother take me." He cupped his hand around Legolas' chin. "Just sit quietly. I do not want Rumil to have to put another mark upon that precious face of yours."

Orophin went back to where Rumil knelt and the two began undressing each other. Rumil opened a pouch that had been attached to his belt and from it drew a small phial of scented oil, which he placed on the ground next to him. His hands caressed Orophin's pale flesh, and Orophin moaned, softly at first, and then louder as his brother nearly brought him to his limit. Rumil stopped his ministrations, and Orophin lay down on his back, legs spread wide.

Legolas could only watch as Rumil rubbed some of the contents of the phial into his palms and onto his erection. He coated two fingers in the oil and smeared it between Orophin's thighs. There was an audible gasp from Orophin as the probing fingers gained entry to his body. He grasped at the ground as Rumil worked his fingers in and out, stretching him for what would follow.

As the brothers made love on the ground before him, Legolas ached for his own pleasurable release. He found himself moaning and groaning with each of Rumil's thrusts, as if it were he that was being impaled. If Haldir's brothers were this passionate, he could only imagine what Haldir himself would be like.

Haldir. He was supposed to meet him for the evening meal with FellFellowship! How would he explain the cuts and bruises on his face, or the raw red lines on his wrists?

Legolas' thoughts were interrupted by cries of passion as Rumil exploded inside of Orophin. The pair now lay together on the ground, Rumil spent from his exertions.

"Princeling," Rumil spoke between hard breaths, "would you like to join us? My brother has held back his release for you, but I am certain he cannot hold it much longer."

Legolas nodded his head, and Rumil went to untie his ankles. The gentleness shown to him moments before by Orophin was not present in the way he was handled by the other. He was pulled hard to his feet and dragged over to where Orophin was waiting. Perhaps he didn't want to see how this would turn out after all. Legolas had a bad feeling that something terrible was about to happen to him.

He was not mistaken. Rumil pushed him down to his knees and yanked his leggings down. When his buttocks were exposed, he was forced, face-first, to the ground. Legolas' hands had not been freed; he had nothing to prevent his face from slamming into the earth. Blood ran from his nose into the dirt.

Legolas was relieved when Orophin penetrated him that he had at least had the decency to lubricate himself. As painful as it was, it would have been much worse if he'd been unprepared. Faster and faster Orophin thrust into the Prince's body, until at last he came. Legolas was thankful it was over. He no longer cared about relieving his own tension, as he was no longer aroused by what was going on around him.

When his hands were unbound and his leggings had been pulled up, Legolas was sent on his way. His whole body throbbed with pain, and he wanted nothing more than to go to his chamber and wash every trace of the brothers from his body and his mind. They would be going to the border the next day anyway, and he would be rid of them for a while.


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Legolas stood in front of the mirror and inspected his face. His lip and nose were horribly swollen. How would he explain this to everyone? As he stood wondering, there was a knock on his door.

"Who's there?"

"It's Haldir! Open the door, Legolas! NOW!" Legolas was surprised by the anger in Haldir's voice. When he opened the door, Haldir stood there, eyes blazing. "Then it *is* true! I was not beinceivceived!"

"What is true? What are you so upset about?" Legolas was confused.

"Do not play innocent, Legolas. You were with my brother in the woods today!" Haldir took a step inside Legolas' room. "Rumil told me he saw you and Orophin in the woods, and he was- and you were- I was foolish to think I could have your heart!" The Guardian crossed the room and sat on the edge of Legolas' bed. "He went on to tell me that you and he fought, and I can see from the marks on your face that he spoke the truth."

"Yes, there was a fight, and yes he did see me with Orophin," Legolas started to explain, but before he could finish, Haldir had jumped to his feet.

"That is all I wish to hear! For the rest of your stay here in Lothlorien, do not seek my company. I want nothing further to do with you!"

The door slammed behind Haldir as he fled the chamber, leaving Legolas stunned.

How could he convince Haldir to listen to him?


To be continued . . .