The Pact
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,359
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Changing Fate
Chapter three: Changing Fate
(1459 years later, after Rumil’s becoming an adult)
Legolas knew Haldir would be there before tomorrow night, and his heart fluttered in anticipation. The arrogance of the marchwarden was well known, even in Mirkwood, but Legolas knew, or thought this to be but a façade.
Whatever the case may be, he’d always had a crush on the marchwarden, and believed the marchwarden to want him in return.
His father had told him why the marchwardens were to join them and whereas at first he’d been opposed to the idea, somewhere in the back of his mind, the idea to have Haldir so close to him for such a time, in such a way…made him feel excited, the possibilities of what could happen running through his mind…
Unfortunately, the arrival ended up not going quite to his expectations, his father had asked him not to come, wishing to speak to his new servants alone first, and so, he stayed in his room, looking out the window to see the marchwarden’s arrival.
Thranduil approached the pair, “Follow me” A nod as the two followed the king, moving into the throne room where the king closed and locked the doors before turning back to the two, “I am assured you both know why you are here?”
Both nodded, and Thranduil was amused at the different attitudes of the elves, before their arrival, he had been determined to punish them, both of them.
But now, this need showed only towards the elder marchwarden Haldir.
Of course Thranduil realized why, he had been raised in the image of Celeborn and possessed that same dreadful arrogance. It had been an ongoing situation between him and Celeborn that throughout time only appeared to lessen the relation between the realms.
As it is, Celeborn blamed the king for the dark years, for the orcs setting foot into Mirkwood, and ultimately, he knew Celeborn thought him at fault for his wife’s death also. In return, Thranduil could see the ongoing change in the lord of Lothlorien, steadily, evil had been gnawing at him. It had begun years ago and still went on today.
Thranduil had tried to voice his concern over this to Elrond, who denied this, thinking it were not so bad, until the night they played the game that had caused these two elves to stand before him now.
The king looked at the younger elf then, it was fair to say that the elf resembled more the lady of Light, being serene, pure and with a good sense of humility.
He saw the fear in the youngster’s eyes and raised an eyebrow, “What do you fear?”
Rumil’s eyes flashed to Haldir, who looked alarmed, then he looked at the king, “I…Lord Celeborn said that your highness would…”
Haldir, who had remained silent interrupted his brother to finish the sentence, “Our lord has told us that your highness would wish to perform sexual acts with us. My brother has not yet lost his gweneth* yet”
Thranduil’s eyes narrowed at the marchwarden, “I do not believe I asked you the question”
Rumil bit his lip, “He’s correct in his words”
Thranduil looked at him, “Still, I wished to hear them from you, not him”
Haldir looked at the king, remembering how he had protested against his lord’s decision, refusing to go to Mirkwood under such circumstances, but, it had been a question of his lord’s honour, and it was part of his loyalty.
Still, he had pleaded for the lord not to send Rumil, his brother was still so young in his age…He himself would be alright, six weeks in an elven life, what is it? But his brother’s innocence? He couldn’t just watch it be thrown away due to some agreement the lords had made, the reason why unknown to him.
His adopted father however, argued the benefits that would come from it, argued lord Thranduil’s kindness, he wouldn’t do them harm, Celeborn had been sure of it, no, the lord had said, “He will not harm you, but you are to let him make use of you in whatever way he sees fit” He smiled bitterly at the memory, what’s the harm in that hmm?
Haldir cleared his mind, looking at his brother, then back to the king, whom Haldir approached to kneel before him. It was his only chance, speaking softly, “Hir nîn*, Tûr nîn*, I’ve come to serve you, but please, do not treat my brother in such a way he’s a virgin, he deserves better than this, please, Tûr, I beg of you”
Thranduil smiled in amusement, apparently the fear Celeborn had, that caused him not to choose Elrond’s path, had been installed in his two wardens as well, of course, there was no harm in making this arrogant warden sweat, if but a little, “Your lord? Your Master? Hmmm yes, I like that, if you yield to me, do my every bidding, I shall treat your brother in a different way. Do you yield?”
A nod from Haldir, “Amin lava. Amin naa tualle*”
A laugh then, “Alright” He looked over at Rumil, “Outside the door, you’ll find two guards, say to them I wish for them to escort you to your room. They shall not touch you, if they do, you have my permission to fight them”
Rumil smiled in thanks, bowing, then looking to his brother, a sad expression showing in his face, even though he knew Haldir wouldn’t have it another way, he didn’t want his brother suffering alone.
As Thranduil moved to sit on his throne, Haldir began speaking his thanks, “Dina*!” Content when Haldir fell quiet immediately he continued, “Come here”
Making to stand, Haldir was stopped from doing so by a command to stay on his knees and so he crawled to the lord, kneeling before him.
Thranduil petted his head, then snapped a collar around his neck, testing it with a light pull on the leash it was attached to, then noted the outlines of Haldir’s hardened shaft in his pants, “It appears you are enjoying this, bein mûl nîn*”
Haldir looked down in shame, a light blush appearing on his cheeks at Thranduil’s next words, “You will sit as you are now, next to my throne. You will not speak unless I give you my leave to. You will behave and eat whatever I feed you, however I feed it to you. If you wish for something, you may let me know by rubbing your head against my hand, like a good pet seeking his master’s attention…For that is what you are, is it not? My pet?”
A nod, then, realizing he was to answer it, “Yes, I am your Pet, ortheri-nîn*”
TBC...Reviews are appreciated ;)
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*gweneth = virginity
* Hir nîn, Tûr nîn = My lord, my Master
* Amin lava. Amin naa tualle = I yield. I am your servant.
* Dina = Be silent
* bein mûl nîn = my beautiful slave
* ortheri-nîn = my Master
(1459 years later, after Rumil’s becoming an adult)
Legolas knew Haldir would be there before tomorrow night, and his heart fluttered in anticipation. The arrogance of the marchwarden was well known, even in Mirkwood, but Legolas knew, or thought this to be but a façade.
Whatever the case may be, he’d always had a crush on the marchwarden, and believed the marchwarden to want him in return.
His father had told him why the marchwardens were to join them and whereas at first he’d been opposed to the idea, somewhere in the back of his mind, the idea to have Haldir so close to him for such a time, in such a way…made him feel excited, the possibilities of what could happen running through his mind…
Unfortunately, the arrival ended up not going quite to his expectations, his father had asked him not to come, wishing to speak to his new servants alone first, and so, he stayed in his room, looking out the window to see the marchwarden’s arrival.
Thranduil approached the pair, “Follow me” A nod as the two followed the king, moving into the throne room where the king closed and locked the doors before turning back to the two, “I am assured you both know why you are here?”
Both nodded, and Thranduil was amused at the different attitudes of the elves, before their arrival, he had been determined to punish them, both of them.
But now, this need showed only towards the elder marchwarden Haldir.
Of course Thranduil realized why, he had been raised in the image of Celeborn and possessed that same dreadful arrogance. It had been an ongoing situation between him and Celeborn that throughout time only appeared to lessen the relation between the realms.
As it is, Celeborn blamed the king for the dark years, for the orcs setting foot into Mirkwood, and ultimately, he knew Celeborn thought him at fault for his wife’s death also. In return, Thranduil could see the ongoing change in the lord of Lothlorien, steadily, evil had been gnawing at him. It had begun years ago and still went on today.
Thranduil had tried to voice his concern over this to Elrond, who denied this, thinking it were not so bad, until the night they played the game that had caused these two elves to stand before him now.
The king looked at the younger elf then, it was fair to say that the elf resembled more the lady of Light, being serene, pure and with a good sense of humility.
He saw the fear in the youngster’s eyes and raised an eyebrow, “What do you fear?”
Rumil’s eyes flashed to Haldir, who looked alarmed, then he looked at the king, “I…Lord Celeborn said that your highness would…”
Haldir, who had remained silent interrupted his brother to finish the sentence, “Our lord has told us that your highness would wish to perform sexual acts with us. My brother has not yet lost his gweneth* yet”
Thranduil’s eyes narrowed at the marchwarden, “I do not believe I asked you the question”
Rumil bit his lip, “He’s correct in his words”
Thranduil looked at him, “Still, I wished to hear them from you, not him”
Haldir looked at the king, remembering how he had protested against his lord’s decision, refusing to go to Mirkwood under such circumstances, but, it had been a question of his lord’s honour, and it was part of his loyalty.
Still, he had pleaded for the lord not to send Rumil, his brother was still so young in his age…He himself would be alright, six weeks in an elven life, what is it? But his brother’s innocence? He couldn’t just watch it be thrown away due to some agreement the lords had made, the reason why unknown to him.
His adopted father however, argued the benefits that would come from it, argued lord Thranduil’s kindness, he wouldn’t do them harm, Celeborn had been sure of it, no, the lord had said, “He will not harm you, but you are to let him make use of you in whatever way he sees fit” He smiled bitterly at the memory, what’s the harm in that hmm?
Haldir cleared his mind, looking at his brother, then back to the king, whom Haldir approached to kneel before him. It was his only chance, speaking softly, “Hir nîn*, Tûr nîn*, I’ve come to serve you, but please, do not treat my brother in such a way he’s a virgin, he deserves better than this, please, Tûr, I beg of you”
Thranduil smiled in amusement, apparently the fear Celeborn had, that caused him not to choose Elrond’s path, had been installed in his two wardens as well, of course, there was no harm in making this arrogant warden sweat, if but a little, “Your lord? Your Master? Hmmm yes, I like that, if you yield to me, do my every bidding, I shall treat your brother in a different way. Do you yield?”
A nod from Haldir, “Amin lava. Amin naa tualle*”
A laugh then, “Alright” He looked over at Rumil, “Outside the door, you’ll find two guards, say to them I wish for them to escort you to your room. They shall not touch you, if they do, you have my permission to fight them”
Rumil smiled in thanks, bowing, then looking to his brother, a sad expression showing in his face, even though he knew Haldir wouldn’t have it another way, he didn’t want his brother suffering alone.
As Thranduil moved to sit on his throne, Haldir began speaking his thanks, “Dina*!” Content when Haldir fell quiet immediately he continued, “Come here”
Making to stand, Haldir was stopped from doing so by a command to stay on his knees and so he crawled to the lord, kneeling before him.
Thranduil petted his head, then snapped a collar around his neck, testing it with a light pull on the leash it was attached to, then noted the outlines of Haldir’s hardened shaft in his pants, “It appears you are enjoying this, bein mûl nîn*”
Haldir looked down in shame, a light blush appearing on his cheeks at Thranduil’s next words, “You will sit as you are now, next to my throne. You will not speak unless I give you my leave to. You will behave and eat whatever I feed you, however I feed it to you. If you wish for something, you may let me know by rubbing your head against my hand, like a good pet seeking his master’s attention…For that is what you are, is it not? My pet?”
A nod, then, realizing he was to answer it, “Yes, I am your Pet, ortheri-nîn*”
TBC...Reviews are appreciated ;)
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*gweneth = virginity
* Hir nîn, Tûr nîn = My lord, my Master
* Amin lava. Amin naa tualle = I yield. I am your servant.
* Dina = Be silent
* bein mûl nîn = my beautiful slave
* ortheri-nîn = my Master