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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
2,019
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Angsting Heir
Chapter 4
Meanwhile Haldir was getting drunk with a very somber Aragorn. In fact the booze was a self defense mechanism. Since finding a sympathetic ear the alleged heir to Gondor had been listing his various angstworthy issues, ranging from being a human
raised among elves to the weight of being Isildur's heir.
"And you know... it's not like I can't claim my throne... I just don't know if I'm cut out to be king... Oh Elendil! Why have you brought this burden upon me..." moaned Aragorn before downing a flagon of ale.
"Yes, yes, terribly tragic... Look, why don't we go for a walk? You can bring a pint with you," conceded Haldir as Aragorn whimpered and clutched at his empty flagon.
Relieved that he didn't have to face sobriety, Aragorn stole a random pint some elf had put down and slunk behind Haldir as they headed off towards the cool stream that fed Galadriel's mirror. Haldir sat down between the roots of a vast mallorn tree. Aragorn attempted to perch on a root and promptly fell off it onto Haldir's lap. Aragorn, convinced he'd just robbed himself of the last of his dignity, burst into drunken tears.
"I try sooo hard," he sobbed, clinging to Haldir and crying into more neck than shoulder. "I mean... I do love her... But why all this pressure?" He trailed off, weeping less violently. However this meant that he had more chance to speak. "I mean I can't just turn up in Gondor and go Hey!!! It's me! Your king... " More gentle weeping ensued. Aragorn opened his mouth to say something.
'Fuck, this better work or I'm leaving him to choke on his vomit and will have my way when rigor mortis sets in...' With that thought Haldir took the opportunity to grab Aragorn's face and kiss him. Aragorn's eyes widened and he pulled back.
"No! I can't... Arwen will ki-"
"Oh for the love of... LOOK! She's not here and you're drunk and you'll thank me for this. Now SHUT UP AND TAKE ME!" screamed Haldir, pinning Aragorn to the ground and forcing his tongue into the ranger's mouth to shut him up. Much to his pleasure Haldir felt Aragorn's hands wandering over his body.
Legolas hurried over the platform walkways to Kalina's. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this excited by the prospect of spending more time alone with a female. The odd bit was that she was blatantly a bad tempered ill mannered bitch. She also obviously made a living out of killing things or something. And she smoked. And swore. And had amazing breasts from what he could make out under the armor.
He reached Kalina's door and paused to straighten his hair before knocking.
"Enter!"
Legolas opened the door into a darkened room and blinked, waiting for his night vision kicked in. But before that happened something grabbed him and pinned him to the ground face down.
"Say one word and I'll hurt you. In a BAD way..." hissed Kalina, binding Legolas's hands with a slender rope.
"There's a good way to be hurt?" snapped Legolas, indignant. Kalina grabbed him by his hair and smacked his head against the floor with considerable aggression but not enough to inflict any long term damage.
"Yes there is. And if you're a good little prince I'll show you." Kalina got off Legolas and pulled him to his feet. She then pulled out a rather heavy leather collar with a large ring on the front and two smaller rings on either side of it, attached to chains.
"What in the name of Elbereth and every other bloody symbol of our heritage are you doing?" snarled Legolas.
"I like you. I'm breaking you in. I've been after some kind of pleasure slave and you look just the part," explained Kalina, buckling the collar and linking a chain to it.
"Do I get any say in this?" spat Legolas.
"You'll thank me for it," replied Kalina sweetly. She pulled the chain and tried to lead Legolas forward. He planted his feet firmly and resisted. Kalina turned and jerked the chain towards her. Legolas stumbled to his knees and glared up at the vicious harlot. Her mocking eyes infuriated him further as well as that bloody smile. And what the hell was up with... all... that leather?
In the process of being ambushed and bound Legolas failed to notice that Kalina was no longer wearing armor. Instead she had on a very tight black leather corset and an extremely short black leather skirt.
It suddenly occurred to Legolas that submission might not entirely be bad when the dominator in question was a small auburn haired elf who was in all honesty one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever laid eyes on. And willing to walk around half naked in front of someone she met less than an hour ago. That was almost always a good sign.
"I was going to let you walk behind me to the bedroom but if you insist on being a petulant little bitch then you can follow me on your hands and knees. Or will I have to make you crawl?" Kalina stuck a menacing boot on Legolas's shoulder.
"No," replied Legolas, trying very hard not to look up her skirt in case she did something nasty.
"No WHAT?" demanded Kalina.
"No, Mistress?" hazarded Legolas.
"That's good. You're learning. This way, boy," said Kalina, leading Legolas to her bedroom.
Meanwhile Haldir was getting drunk with a very somber Aragorn. In fact the booze was a self defense mechanism. Since finding a sympathetic ear the alleged heir to Gondor had been listing his various angstworthy issues, ranging from being a human
raised among elves to the weight of being Isildur's heir.
"And you know... it's not like I can't claim my throne... I just don't know if I'm cut out to be king... Oh Elendil! Why have you brought this burden upon me..." moaned Aragorn before downing a flagon of ale.
"Yes, yes, terribly tragic... Look, why don't we go for a walk? You can bring a pint with you," conceded Haldir as Aragorn whimpered and clutched at his empty flagon.
Relieved that he didn't have to face sobriety, Aragorn stole a random pint some elf had put down and slunk behind Haldir as they headed off towards the cool stream that fed Galadriel's mirror. Haldir sat down between the roots of a vast mallorn tree. Aragorn attempted to perch on a root and promptly fell off it onto Haldir's lap. Aragorn, convinced he'd just robbed himself of the last of his dignity, burst into drunken tears.
"I try sooo hard," he sobbed, clinging to Haldir and crying into more neck than shoulder. "I mean... I do love her... But why all this pressure?" He trailed off, weeping less violently. However this meant that he had more chance to speak. "I mean I can't just turn up in Gondor and go Hey!!! It's me! Your king... " More gentle weeping ensued. Aragorn opened his mouth to say something.
'Fuck, this better work or I'm leaving him to choke on his vomit and will have my way when rigor mortis sets in...' With that thought Haldir took the opportunity to grab Aragorn's face and kiss him. Aragorn's eyes widened and he pulled back.
"No! I can't... Arwen will ki-"
"Oh for the love of... LOOK! She's not here and you're drunk and you'll thank me for this. Now SHUT UP AND TAKE ME!" screamed Haldir, pinning Aragorn to the ground and forcing his tongue into the ranger's mouth to shut him up. Much to his pleasure Haldir felt Aragorn's hands wandering over his body.
Legolas hurried over the platform walkways to Kalina's. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this excited by the prospect of spending more time alone with a female. The odd bit was that she was blatantly a bad tempered ill mannered bitch. She also obviously made a living out of killing things or something. And she smoked. And swore. And had amazing breasts from what he could make out under the armor.
He reached Kalina's door and paused to straighten his hair before knocking.
"Enter!"
Legolas opened the door into a darkened room and blinked, waiting for his night vision kicked in. But before that happened something grabbed him and pinned him to the ground face down.
"Say one word and I'll hurt you. In a BAD way..." hissed Kalina, binding Legolas's hands with a slender rope.
"There's a good way to be hurt?" snapped Legolas, indignant. Kalina grabbed him by his hair and smacked his head against the floor with considerable aggression but not enough to inflict any long term damage.
"Yes there is. And if you're a good little prince I'll show you." Kalina got off Legolas and pulled him to his feet. She then pulled out a rather heavy leather collar with a large ring on the front and two smaller rings on either side of it, attached to chains.
"What in the name of Elbereth and every other bloody symbol of our heritage are you doing?" snarled Legolas.
"I like you. I'm breaking you in. I've been after some kind of pleasure slave and you look just the part," explained Kalina, buckling the collar and linking a chain to it.
"Do I get any say in this?" spat Legolas.
"You'll thank me for it," replied Kalina sweetly. She pulled the chain and tried to lead Legolas forward. He planted his feet firmly and resisted. Kalina turned and jerked the chain towards her. Legolas stumbled to his knees and glared up at the vicious harlot. Her mocking eyes infuriated him further as well as that bloody smile. And what the hell was up with... all... that leather?
In the process of being ambushed and bound Legolas failed to notice that Kalina was no longer wearing armor. Instead she had on a very tight black leather corset and an extremely short black leather skirt.
It suddenly occurred to Legolas that submission might not entirely be bad when the dominator in question was a small auburn haired elf who was in all honesty one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever laid eyes on. And willing to walk around half naked in front of someone she met less than an hour ago. That was almost always a good sign.
"I was going to let you walk behind me to the bedroom but if you insist on being a petulant little bitch then you can follow me on your hands and knees. Or will I have to make you crawl?" Kalina stuck a menacing boot on Legolas's shoulder.
"No," replied Legolas, trying very hard not to look up her skirt in case she did something nasty.
"No WHAT?" demanded Kalina.
"No, Mistress?" hazarded Legolas.
"That's good. You're learning. This way, boy," said Kalina, leading Legolas to her bedroom.