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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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4,099
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39
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Chapter 4
Title: Broken
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
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Legolas was awakened abruptly the next morning by a demanding kiss that pressed against his lips. His eyes flew open and he stared at his master before lowering, but not closing, his eyes.
Frodo ended the kiss and pulled away, smiling when he saw his elf’s submission. “Your eyes were closed, my pet,” he said, stroking Legolas’ back and the elf realized that sometime during the night, his master had removed the gloves. “You know I don’t like it when you close your beautiful eyes.” Frodo kissed Legolas gently, almost kindly. “But I forgive you. You can’t help it can you, my pet?” Frodo asked, pushing one of his legs between Legolas’ while swinging the other over the elf and at the same time tightening his grip on his pet’s waist. “It’s instinctive now, to block everything out,” Frodo said, smirking. “You’re afraid of me.”
Legolas said nothing, did nothing, knowing that even if he breathed wrong he would be punished. He lay there passively as his master began grinding his cock against the elf’s thigh, listening to his master’s cries of pleasure as the hobbit grew hard. Legolas lay perfectly still, not wanting to anger his master, and barely repressed a sigh of relief when the hobbit quickly spilled his seed all over him.
Frodo moaned as he felt his seed splash against his elf’s soft, bruised flesh. He gave Legolas a rough kiss of approval as he let his hand slide between them, slicking his fingers with his seed. He broke the kiss and smiled brightly at his pet, raising his hand and pressing semen coated fingers to Legolas’ lips. “Breakfast time, my pet.”
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Merry stretched his sore muscles as he got out of bed, surprised that he had been able to sleep last night. “Pippin, wake up,” he whispered as he shook his cousin. “It's time to go to the kitchens.”
Pippin mumbled tiredly and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He blinked and looked up at his cousin, yawning. “Do you think we’ll have to work very long today, Merry? I want to be here when they bring Legolas back.”
Merry sighed and glance at the empty space in the center of the bed, where Legolas was usually sleeping at this time of day. “I’d like to be here too, but I doubt we’ll be allowed to leave early.”
Pippin nodded and dragged himself off the bed, pulling at the hem of his shirt in a futile attempt to get rid of the wrinkles. “I know,” he said, sighing. He glanced around their small room, his eyes falling on a jar of healing ointment. “Do you think we could stop by the healers today? We’re running low on medicine.”
Merry nodded, making a quick mental list of what they might need. “If we work extra hard today, they might allow it.”
Pippin grinned and headed towards the door, knocking twice and waiting for the guard that stood on the otsideside to unlock it. “Then we’ll work extra, extra hard.”
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Legolas lay motionless on the bed, his master’s arms wrapped painfully tight around his waist. He stared at the wall, trying to ignore the hot breath that hit the back of his neck, trying to supp his his shivering. He didn’t want to wake his master, didn’t want to make him angry.
His eyes watered, either from tears or the burning taste of the hobbit's seed lingering in his mouth from being made to lick his master clean. He had been relieved that that was all he was forced to do this morning and that his master had fallen asleep a few moments later. He felt he didn’t have the strength for anything else.
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2 years ago
‘You tried to fight them,’ Legolas told himself as he lay on the grass, his clothing torn and bloodied. ‘You tried.’ Tears began rolling down his face as the memory of what had happened replayed itself over and over in his mind.
He had struggled, twisting and kicking. He had even managed to kick Frodo away for a brief moment. ‘Shouldn’t have done that,’ he thought as started shivering, his body beginning to feel numb. ‘He used the Ring.’
He stared at the trees, watched the branches sway in the gentle breeze, and tried to ignore the darkness that lay at the edge of his vision. Everything was so blurry, so distant. Sounds were muffled as if they came through a thick wall. He could barely hear his own heavy breathing anymore.
‘I couldn‘t fight them.’
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A/N: Short chapter, I know. Sorry, but that seemed a perfect place to leave it off.
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
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Legolas was awakened abruptly the next morning by a demanding kiss that pressed against his lips. His eyes flew open and he stared at his master before lowering, but not closing, his eyes.
Frodo ended the kiss and pulled away, smiling when he saw his elf’s submission. “Your eyes were closed, my pet,” he said, stroking Legolas’ back and the elf realized that sometime during the night, his master had removed the gloves. “You know I don’t like it when you close your beautiful eyes.” Frodo kissed Legolas gently, almost kindly. “But I forgive you. You can’t help it can you, my pet?” Frodo asked, pushing one of his legs between Legolas’ while swinging the other over the elf and at the same time tightening his grip on his pet’s waist. “It’s instinctive now, to block everything out,” Frodo said, smirking. “You’re afraid of me.”
Legolas said nothing, did nothing, knowing that even if he breathed wrong he would be punished. He lay there passively as his master began grinding his cock against the elf’s thigh, listening to his master’s cries of pleasure as the hobbit grew hard. Legolas lay perfectly still, not wanting to anger his master, and barely repressed a sigh of relief when the hobbit quickly spilled his seed all over him.
Frodo moaned as he felt his seed splash against his elf’s soft, bruised flesh. He gave Legolas a rough kiss of approval as he let his hand slide between them, slicking his fingers with his seed. He broke the kiss and smiled brightly at his pet, raising his hand and pressing semen coated fingers to Legolas’ lips. “Breakfast time, my pet.”
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Merry stretched his sore muscles as he got out of bed, surprised that he had been able to sleep last night. “Pippin, wake up,” he whispered as he shook his cousin. “It's time to go to the kitchens.”
Pippin mumbled tiredly and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He blinked and looked up at his cousin, yawning. “Do you think we’ll have to work very long today, Merry? I want to be here when they bring Legolas back.”
Merry sighed and glance at the empty space in the center of the bed, where Legolas was usually sleeping at this time of day. “I’d like to be here too, but I doubt we’ll be allowed to leave early.”
Pippin nodded and dragged himself off the bed, pulling at the hem of his shirt in a futile attempt to get rid of the wrinkles. “I know,” he said, sighing. He glanced around their small room, his eyes falling on a jar of healing ointment. “Do you think we could stop by the healers today? We’re running low on medicine.”
Merry nodded, making a quick mental list of what they might need. “If we work extra hard today, they might allow it.”
Pippin grinned and headed towards the door, knocking twice and waiting for the guard that stood on the otsideside to unlock it. “Then we’ll work extra, extra hard.”
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Legolas lay motionless on the bed, his master’s arms wrapped painfully tight around his waist. He stared at the wall, trying to ignore the hot breath that hit the back of his neck, trying to supp his his shivering. He didn’t want to wake his master, didn’t want to make him angry.
His eyes watered, either from tears or the burning taste of the hobbit's seed lingering in his mouth from being made to lick his master clean. He had been relieved that that was all he was forced to do this morning and that his master had fallen asleep a few moments later. He felt he didn’t have the strength for anything else.
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2 years ago
‘You tried to fight them,’ Legolas told himself as he lay on the grass, his clothing torn and bloodied. ‘You tried.’ Tears began rolling down his face as the memory of what had happened replayed itself over and over in his mind.
He had struggled, twisting and kicking. He had even managed to kick Frodo away for a brief moment. ‘Shouldn’t have done that,’ he thought as started shivering, his body beginning to feel numb. ‘He used the Ring.’
He stared at the trees, watched the branches sway in the gentle breeze, and tried to ignore the darkness that lay at the edge of his vision. Everything was so blurry, so distant. Sounds were muffled as if they came through a thick wall. He could barely hear his own heavy breathing anymore.
‘I couldn‘t fight them.’
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A/N: Short chapter, I know. Sorry, but that seemed a perfect place to leave it off.