The Curse

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Chapter 4: There’s a good boy



It just wasn’t fair. It seemed Legolas just couldn’t catch a break. One kindness never came without consequence and though the act of kindness wasn’t followed up by an action of the same person, he still ended up being made to feel sorry for having accepted it.

If there was no food, he had nothing to show gratitude for.

Having to ‘earn’ his meals was the most degrading thing, because to earn something meant there had to be an effort.

Maglor used the method a lot, finding it highly amusing; whereas sure, he liked forcing himself upon the Elf, to him there was a greater joy in it when Legolas accepted he was Maglor’s slave and did his best pleasing his ‘Master’ to claim the reward at the end.

It had been a difficult lesson initially, because Legolas was inexperienced and unwilling so the first week he’d barely gotten anything to eat.

It was the most humiliating thing Maglor put him through, because he couldn’t resist it, couldn’t win. He could only submit.



Maglor grinned as Legolas crawled over to him. Maglor knew the prince only did this to appease him, to arouse him. Over time Legolas had learned how best to please him, how to satisfy him and meet his needs. The prince… His slave. It was priceless.

It had messed up his plans when King Thranduil announced he was to sell Legolas, wanting to see the disgrace removed from his realm. Maglor was close to getting Legolas to fully submit as his slave; do not question, act and react, place me above yourself. All too soon his golden-haired slut would know no better and come to embrace it fully.

He didn’t like how the Rivendell twins, particularly the ‘younger’ one, interacted with his slave. Legolas should know no kindness he hadn’t earned. That was key to his training as a slave.

He was glad to have caught sight of the younger twin as he exited Legolas’ room for it made him aware he needed to check upon his slave and see if any damage had been done to the training.

No, so far so good.

A quiet groan escaped him as Legolas locked his lips around his length while he wrapped his hands into the prince’s hair, “That’s it my little princeling, please your master”



The words caught the prince off guard, bringing him to a momentary halt before he seemed to resign himself to the words in acceptance and continued his ministrations, “Now, remember my little whore, nothing you have received in this world comes freely. These twins, they may seem kind now but you shan’t find a better master than me. I care for your well-being, I feed you, do I not? Make sure your wounds are tended to? This is no requirement. I needn’t do these things, you know, well as I do, that no one would care if you perished… but I care, my slave, do you understand?”

Blue eyes lifted themselves up, momentarily letting the hard organ slip from his lips as he whispered a soft, “Yes master” before resuming the task at hand, “There’s a good boy”



It was a strange thing how such words came to mean so much to Legolas, they were the only compliments he ever received and though he despised what it made him do, despised that he had to, he wanted those compliments.

Yes, he debased himself when he pleased his master, it was more humiliating, but on the up-side; it didn’t hurt him, if he did the job right he got rewarded and it was the closest thing to genuine affection he had ever received.

Legolas caught himself in the thought, chastising himself for becoming a willing slave to this man who’d so brutally forced himself upon him, but somehow he hoped for the best, hoped that Maglor would stay true to his words by saying that if he became the good little slave Maglor wanted, he should never want for anything.



Then the door opened, he heard it –trained for the sound after so many years- but while he tried pulling away, Maglor tightened his hold and forced Legolas to go on.

A single tear trailed down Legolas’ cheek at the new type of humiliation even as he heard the gasp of shock, “Legolas…are you alright?”

His cheeks tinged red at the question, recognizing the voice as being one of the twins but the lack of sight made him unsure which of the two. Legolas could always tell by the eyes.

Maglor tightened his hold even more to the point Legolas felt like crying but he knew better than to make it known. He heard ‘his master’ answer the twin, “As you can see he’s otherwise engaged m’lord. Ordinarily I would welcome your presence, but in situations such as this I’d much prefer the privacy. He’s fine, you can see he’s not struggling… He loves my cock in his mouth”

He reached a hand down to Legolas’ face, stroking the pale flesh, “Don’t you?”

There was a moment of hesitation that wasn’t missed by Elladan before there came a hesitant nod.



Something about this just wasn’t right. It didn’t make sense. His eyes rested on Legolas, “You don’t have to do this, my prince”

Maglor raised a brow, “But he wants to, as you see”

Elladan didn’t believe it, even if it was just because he could see the tear-stained cheek of the prince that told him he’d been crying.

His eyes shot over to the food, close to untouched, “He should finish that”

Maglor nodded, “He will, as soon as he’s gotten his treat”



Elladan lingered, unwilling to leave, but found he could think of no excuse so he bowed his head, “I shall leave you to it”

Maglor didn’t reply, instead he just watched the half-elf leave before he returned his attention to Legolas, “I’m proud of you, my beautiful slave. For that I’ll get you an extra treat tomorrow”

Legolas did his best to please the guard, working Maglor’s length the best he could and not too long after the man released a loud cry that alerted Legolas of his climax.

Despite hating it he kept his mouth locked around the length, swallowing ‘eagerly’. Maglor was displeased if he spilled a single drop.

A light pat to his cheek, as though he were but an animal having done a good job, “Thank you my beautiful slave, go and have your meal, you have certainly earned it”

The man’s switch in temperament between cruel and cold and kind and loving threw Legolas into a whirlwind of emotions. Hating, but wanting at the same time. He was desperate for some kindness.



Legolas watched as Maglor left the room, before he moved to the morsels of food and savoured it all.

His door opened, “Legolas?”

His eyes darted to the door where he found Elladan. He didn’t acknowledge the twin, rather he gave a light nod before he continued eating, “Legolas… why do you tolerate his actions?”

Elladan drew closer, sitting himself down in one of the chairs as he heard Legolas sigh, hanging his head, “Apologies…I didn’t mean to upset”



More tears trickled down the prince’s face, causing Elladan to leave the chair and kneel down before the elf, “I hate seeing you sad my prince…”

Legolas looked at him then, angry eyes that betrayed a burning fury, “I am no prince. Stop calling me that. I’m his slave. A slut. King Thranduil is right. I am a disgrace.”

Elladan reached up, lightly touching his cheek, “You are no one’s slave, unless you choose to be. That these things were forced upon you is not your fault. No one deserves that and that certainly doesn’t make you a slut. Your father disgraces you by treating you as he does, your guard disgraces you by not showing you the respect you deserve… but no more. This will end tomorrow.”



More tears ran down as Legolas started sobbing uncontrollably until Elladan drew him into his arms, “Sssh. It will be alright. Trust me”

But how could he trust anyone? Everyone had ever betrayed him. The Lothlorien party would leave soon and he’d be stuck living the life he knows so well but hates altogether, “I can’t.”

Elladan nodded, “Then I’ll make you see. Tomorrow. Now eat and then rest, my prince, for your own well-being and my comfort”

There came a light nod and a softly uttered, “Gratitude” as Elladan stood and left the door, “I shall keep your guard busy, he shan’t bother you in the night”

Another nod followed, but Legolas wasn’t so easily comforted. Despite the assurance he’d be alone that night, he now worried about what tomorrow might bring.

 

TBC…