Mary Goes to Mirkwood

Mary Goes to Mirkwood

Chapter Five/?

Co-authors: Mary Aseltyne & Malinorne

Disclaimer: Just playing with Tolkien characters, for fun, and not profit, do not claim to have created them. Thaladir, the king's seneschal, is our creation

Warning: NC17, sexual situations/oral sex/ some bondage/ LOTS of nudity.

Pairing: King Thranduil/OFC, Haldir/OFC

Summary: Mal arrives in the Royal bedchamber, Mary is tied to a chair, the King has his hands full.


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~ Mal~

"Mary!" I could hear myself cry out with shock. While I did not know what to expect, I had certainly never thought to find my friend naked and tied to a chair. And she was clearly in distress. I lunged out towards her, but found myself immediately caught in the strong arms of the Elvenking, and I spoke to him angrily, without thinking.

"Orch! Nogoth melethron vaer athan le! U-cheniach I e u-anna veleth în na gerth hin! {Orc! Any dwarf is a better lover than you! Don't you see that she doesn't like being treated like that?}

"Dan ha anírach." {But you do.} He said it in a dangerously calm voice, and then his hand reached up behind my back and grabbed my hair, so suddenly I could only gasp, and then he pulled me up to him and kissed me fiercely.

The combination of his hard grip in my hair and the deep kiss seemed to take away all my determination and, for a short moment, I hated myself for not being able to help Mary, but at least he could not hurt her anymore now. Then I was lost to the sensation, and the irresistible urge to touch the king, and my hands ran over his chest as I slowly lifted my arms to wind them around his neck while rising on my toes to be able to press my body closer to his.

I could feel the heat from his loins and I delighted in the feeling of his other hand circling over my bottom before he grabbed my cheek and pulled me even closer. When he finally ended the kiss and let go of my hair I was ready to do anything Thranduil would require of me, and I put my head to his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Le hannon, hir nin" {Thank you, my lord.}

My words obviously pleased him, because he pulled me up against his rock-hard bulge a last time before he took me by the arm and led me over to the huge bed, which was decorated in red and silver. Then he sat on it and told me to take off my clothes, and I quickly pulled the thin dress over my head, the veils streaming as the garment flew for a second before it landed in a puddle on the floor. I felt my nipples harden under his gaze and just as quickly stepped out of my briefs. The king spoke again as he commanded me to undress him, and I kneeled on the floor to be able to remove his soft leather boots.

Then I wanted to run my fingers up over his legs that were encased in the same tight leggings that he had worn during his visit but he stopped me with a firm glance and I quickly stood to pull his tunic over his head, revealing the marble chest I had dreamt of. But again, he did not let me touch him.

He rose and stood still while I unfastened the lacings of his leggings, concentra har hard not to notice, not to think of the evidence of his arousal that was very obvious. Then I knelt again and pulled his leggings down, and the king graciously lifted one foot after the other to allow me to free him of this garment. As this task was finished, I looked at him for my next order, but he just lifted me to his bed and stroked my breasts and belly for a short while before he stood.

I sighed, wordlessly, and closed my eyes tightly as I remembered Mary. What would he do to her? I heard her tell him something about not wanting to get into bed with kings who hit girls, and I asked him to leave her alone. But then Thranduil said something that made me realize that he was not set to hurt her at all, but wanted her to join us. Something she seemed determined not to do.

This was so embarrassing I just wanted to disappear, and I hesitantly asked if I should leave. It was clear to me now that I had interrupted the couple in some strange game of theirs and I felt my apprehensions become justified. The king only cared about Mary, his first human consort. I was nothing to him, and my friend did not want me there either, so I could just as well go now, which I said with a sigh as I rose to leave the bed.

That did not please the king, and he told me in a threatening voice to stay where I was, and to be quiet. My eyes widened as I understood from the way he looked at me just how he was going to make sure that I would not be able to make a sound.

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~ Mary ~

It got too quiet. Except for a small, slightly familiar sound that was driving me crazy. I tried singing my "hum-ditty" song but it was not loud enough to avoid that almost imperceptible noise. I knew that if I looked I would be sorry that I did. I decided that, no matter what, I was not going to look. Then, I had to remind myself not to look. I sternly warned myself not to look. I begged myself not to look. I gave in, again, to just one quick peek.

What an idiot I am. I really did not want to see them. Mal had her mouth wrapped around the king's royal member, and the king had his hand wrapped just as tightly in her hair as he guided her, not too gently, up and down the glistening shaft. But, he was looking right at me. Calmly. As if Mal was merely brushing his hair or holding his hand. And I looked into his eyes, like a damn fool. He smiled, his eyes glittering with wicked promises.

I had a sudden irresistible urge to leap on Mal and push her off the king and take her place. I squeezed my eyes shut and told myself I deserved every horrible moment of that sight as my face burned with fury. I turned my head as far as I could in the opposite direction so that, if I just had to peek again, I would have to tmy hmy head also. Two steps. Maybe I could catch myself before I gave in to my curiosity.

But now I was hearing the smooth, unmistakable sounds of bodies moving and linens shifting and, after that all that provocative noise finally stopped, I heard Mal moan with pleasure. And again. I promised myself, this time, that if I gave in and looked, I would never speak to myself again. I heard Mal let out a long shuddering sigh of satisfaction and I found that turning my head and looking was, actually, just one step.

As if he knew that the bed was too high and angled wrong for me to get a clear view of the situation, Thranduil conveniently had Mal's bottom lifted high off of the bed, as he knelt between her spread thighs, so I could see quite clearly that his mouth was between her legs. His jaw was moving and so were his lips and tongue and Mal sounded most appreciative of his efforts. I whipped my head back away from them so fast that I slammed it, painfully hard, into the arm of the chair I was tied to. There was a loud thud.

"OW! Damn!" I could not even rub the sting away and I think I saw a few stars, but it was good that it happened. It was just what I needed.

It was suddenly quiet and then the king said thinthing in Elvish to Mal and she said something back to him, and I decided that the only way I was going to stop myself from watching them was to turn the damn chair around so I would be facing in the opposite direction, with the chair between them and me, and would no longer be able to peek no matter how much I felt tempted.

Please do not ask me why I thought that was such a great idea. Maybe because it had been bothering me for days that the chair was facing in the wrong direction, anyway, and should have been turned toward the fireplace, instead of away from it. There really was not that much noise, hardly any at all, coming from the king and Mal, but that somehow even made it worse.

I tugged at the chair leg and tugged at it and really tugged as hard as I could and finally got the chair to move, at first just barely an inch at a pull, across the flag-stones. It hurt my arms and shoulders and it was almost impossible to get my legs and feet situated correctly as there was not much slack in the loop that bound me to the chair leg behind me.

As I moved the heavy thing I looked back to check my progress and noticed that the surface beneath where its great carven feet had stood had a different color and texture than the more drab and worn stones on the rest of the floor. This particular chair had probably sat in that particular place for thousands of years, I told myself, as I struggled away at it. It was probably Thranduil's dad's chair at some point in a prior age. And he probably placed it there in that position and it had not been moved in thousands of years.

There was an immediate payoff, however, that made it worth my miserable while, as each fierce painful tug produced a lovely, loud screeching, and grinding sound as I slowly, but surely, dragged it around its torturous circular path towards the fireplace. Crunching, scraping, squealing sounds of hard word being rubbed against the flinty floor that perfectly disguised any possible new lovemaking noises the happy couple in toyaloyal bed may have been making, which was fine by me.

My shoulders and knees and ankles began to hurt but I held on to the thick chair leg, and pulled; the fireplace was coming into view. I got up into a squatting position, and planted my feet even more determinedly and yanked at that massive, hemonsmonster of a chair as if I were engaged in a personal battle with the beastly thing. I was cursing out loud at it.

By then, my arms felt as if they were going to be pulled completely out of their sockets but still I pulled. I was closer to the fire, now, and my face and chest and belly felt licked by the fiery glow from the flames. My head throbbed where I had banged it into the chair. I forgot all about the king and Mal. My entire universe revolved around me and that chair, my nemesis.

The king had to step over me in order to plant one foot on the seat of his chair, which effectively stopped any further progress. I sat back and panted from my exertions, my face and chest were wet and I had to wipe my dripping forehead on my shoulder.

"Why are you moving my chair?" asked the king. His leg was inches from my face. It took me a moment to gather myself, and catch my breath, before I could speak. I looked at the floor in front of me. The fire was so hot on me now that my face felt like it was frying.

"I think it will look better facing this way," I finally said, as calmly as I could, between pants. "Now, please get out of my way, I'm almost there..." Behind me there came a strange, strangled sound from Mal. "You're scaring Mal" I said, "listen, you made her cry now because she probably thinks you came over here to beat me or pull my hair."

"She is not crying, but she soon may well be..." he began.

"She will not!" It was so hard not to look up at the king's face while shouting at him. He sat down heavily in the chair. Now it really was not going anywhere. I kept my fingers tightly wrapped around the chair leg and imagined it was a certain royal neck.

"Maybe she will not, after all," said Thranduil and his chuckles sent shivers through me. He continued. "Maybe, soon, you shall be..." I felt his hand on my shoulder and I leaned away from his touch, but was restrained by my grip on the chair, as he let his fingers travel down my side to my hip.

"You can go ahead and beat me bloody but I will not get into that bed with both of you."

"You will if I want you to..." His hand moved to my bottom, his voice sounded as if it came through clenched teeth.

"I especially won't because you want me to!" At that, he removed his hand from my backside and swiftly undid the knot that tied me to the chair, leaving my hands still bound at the wrists, then carefully removed my fingers from the chair leg and stood up, while lifting me with his arm around my middle, and carried me at his side, like I was a puppy, and flung me onto the bed, quite unceremoniously.

I looked over at Mal who was biting her lip. I remember clearly thinking how rosy her cheeks looked, and how bright green her eyes were, and then the king came onto the bed, on all fours, with his chin unguarded, a perfect target. I discovered that the only way to fool a mind-reading elf is to not know myself what I was going to do. And because, for once, I did not have to think about what to do, the king never saw it coming.

The twins, if they had been in the room, would have been hollering at him, "Cover yourself, sire, cover yourself, she has a wicked right foot, your highness!" They would have been laughing hysterically at the same time. And they would have been punching each other in gleeful anticipation.

As Thranduil loomed over me I could see Elladan there, in his place, arms spread wide at either side of me, his chin wide open. I could hear Elrohir shouting, "Draw up your right knee, woman, bring it up to your chin and then plant your heel on his pretty face!"

Elladan would catch my foot before it connected, fully prepared, but the king was not prepared, and his chin was just asking for it. I drew up my knee, kicked out with all my might, and nearly broke my foot on the king's hard jaw. Although not thrown off the bed, he was knocked far enough from me that I was able to slip from beneaim aim and slide to the floor. I was up and on my feet with no clear plan except to not have to hear the both of them anymore. The king had left the door ajar, and I pulled it open with a foot.

"Run, Mary!" shouted Mal, "run!" but I was already running as fast as I could.

There was no time to stop and pick up something to cover my naked self, and my hands were still bouehinehind my back, but I raced out of the doors, past the silent spear-holding guards, down the hall, and then down the staircases.

The sound of Mal's voice echoed inside my head, over and over, "Run, Mary, run!" There had been something in her tone that made me wonder if she had urged me along for my sake or her own. I just hoped she could delay, or even prevent, the king from coming after me because I had gotten my fill of him, and his concubine. She could have him and she could keep him!

I did not even consider running out the front gate and into the forest. I kept going down, staircase after staircase, not even caring about the hard stone under my bare feet. I was going to find that underground river and jump into it. That was my plan. I did not even care if the king read my thoughts and followed me down, because, once I got into the river I was going to be free. Like the dwarves in The Hobbit. Except I would not be in a barrel.

After a while, it seemed as if I must be ready to reach the core at the center of the earth. I went down so many staircases with no river in sight that I wondered if I had taken a wrong turn and missed the river passages.


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~ Mal ~

"Run, Mary! Run!"

I stood in the doorway, shouting, urging her on without thinking, but was reminded when the king, who had also risen from the bed, caught my wrist and swung me around to face him.

"Am man theled?" {Why?}

Not that he needed to ask. He could easily see that my thoughts were choosing between reasons; was it truly a wish to help Mary, or did I want her out of the way so that I could have the king to myself?

I decided I still very much longed for the king's affection, so, when he let go of my wrist, I wrapped my arms around his neck and a leg around his and whispered, as sensually as I could: "My lord, will you not permit me to be silenced again?"

At that, the clouds seemed to lift from his face, and he whispered back: "Fíriel velch." {Greedy mortal.}

He lay down on the bed, half reclining against the cushions, and I licked my way from his marble chest all the way down to his lordly sceptre and, when I let it slide in between my lips, I felt the king's hand in my hair again and I devoted my full attention to drawing some kind of reaction from him this time. I was determined not to give him a chance to think about Mary! At first, he was silent, but then I heard a low grumble, and then the grip in my hair tightened and the king sighed loudly and continued to groan in his throat, until the door opened and I heard the dry voice of the immaculate seneschal.

"Sire..."

"Out, Thaladir."

"But, sire..."

"Out. There is no matter of such importance, that it would justify my being interrupted at this particular moment."

I looked up at the seneschal, who had a vacant expression on his face as he stood staring off at some fixed point in the distance; trying hard not to pay attention to exactly what was occupying his king.

"I have not given you permission to stop." I heard the king's irritated remark before my head was pressed down into his lap again. Obedie, I , I resumed my previous occupation, but it was very hard to concentrate as I could not help trying to keep an eye on the seneschal, who was beginning to look like he could explode any minute now.

"Sire" He tried again, in a tense and slightly raised voice. "I believe it is my duty to inform your highness that your other... guest is moving about in your halls unclothed, in a most undignified manner, previously unheard of in this respectable abode, and I do trust you will find it to be in your interest to be informed about this highly undesirable situation and take measures towards its rectification."

At that, the king groaned and sighed deeply before he removed my head from his lap and pushed me to the side with a regretful look, before he rose hastily and stomped off towards the door.

The seneschal then saw it be his duty to stop the king with a respectful "Sire..." and hold out his leggings, uttering, "I believe your highness would find it worthwhile to consider wearing these while exposed to the glances of his subjects." Angrily, Thranduil snatched the piece of clothing from the seneschal, quickly put the leggings on, and stomped off a second time. At that, the seneschal shook his head and muttered to himself.

"I doged firieth mist dhaer." {Bringing mortal women was a grave mistake.}

I just could not help answering.

"Mist? U-erim veleth a mael lin?" {Was it? Do we not tempt your ...curiosity?}

Demonstratively I walked up to him, bent over to pick up my dress that was lying at his feet and put it on. Thaladir looked as if he was going to have a heart attack, and I was happy that elves have strong nerves. Anyway, I had had quite enough of these self-sufficient elves for now and I desperately longed to be alone, and to breathe some fresh air, so I went out of the room, leaving the stunned seneschal behind, and then continued all the way through the halls, without anyone stopping me, out the main gate until I could see the fresh greenery of the forest.

I ran for it and felt the wind in my hair and the soft forest floor under my feet and then there were trees everywhere, but I just continued running, until my rational mind told me that I was lost.

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~ Mary ~

I hated having to backtrack, but each new passage I chose seemed to lead to one more dead end. All I knew was the underground river was somewhere, well, under me, or, under Mirkwood, but how to get to it? It had not been one of the places on my tour so I was just guessing when I started going down the first flight of stairs. But, as I heard no sounds of pursuit, I took time to try many different doorways and hallways that led to even more staircases, which led to dead ends.

My hands behind my back were a frustration. Not being able hold on to the stair rail was frightening, as I raced down the steep stone steps. I kept imagining myself, at some point, going head over heels and ending up a broken, battered, bloody heap of Mary on a flag-stone landing. That would serve the king right, I told myself, to find me that way. I almost hoped it would happen just to teach him a lesson about tying up his guests to make them behave. But, I did not fall. And I would not allow myself the time to sit long enough to move my hands from behind to in front of me.

At last I began to hear the unmistakable sound of water running and knew I had finally found the right direction when a cool rush of moist air hit my face after I turned a last corner. There were only a few torches in these deeper tunnels and in some cases the hall would be pitch black. I followed the sound of the water, however, and finally entered another torch lit area where I found myself among dozens of large barrels. I knew that I had found the cellar with the trapdoor to the underground stream which led out to the Forest River, not just by the presence of the tell-tale barrels, but, also because the floor beneath me was not stone anymore, but wood planking.

The large trapdoor had huge iron rings for handles and, after I sat, folded my legs up, and pulled my arms from behind me, I pulled one of the doors open and looked down at the rushing water below. It was not yet dusk, outside, for a glimmering light flowed in from the distant tunnel entrance revealing the surface of the underground spring's outward flow. It did not appear too fast for me to swim in but I really needed to get my hands untied first.

I worked on the knot with my teeth, the whole time alert for any sound of pursuit, and managed to pull my wrists out of the loops when I had loosened the fabric enough to give me slack. I heard the slap, slap, slap of approaching feet just as I freed my hands and jumped in feet first.

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~ Mal ~

I was lost. In Mirkwood forest. Among the spiders. Desperately I looked around, trying to make out directions, but failing, as the rules from my world did not seem to work here. There were no anthills, and the moss grew thick all around the tree trunks, so there was nothing to help me orientate. But I did not want to just stand there, waiting for the dark, and the spiders, so I decided to follow a small brook, hoping that it would lead me back to the boundary rivers of the living area of the elves.

I walked for a while, cursing my stupidity, and wondered if I should return into the halls of Mirkwood and make a foolish attempt at a heroic rescue of my friend. The king had most likely already caught her, and now he had put her in his dungeons, with some spiders, and I would also be put there, with more spiders, and we were never ever going to be free and there were just the approaching darkness and spiders on my mind, when suddenly an elf stepped out before me.

I did not hear him, of course, and it was not only because of the murmuring sound of the water. The March Warden's stealth abilities were unprecedented, and there was no way I could have heard him approach even in a sound-isolated studio. I recognised him immediately and lightened up. Haldir was here! Now everything would be fine! He looked so kind, not at all his usual haughty self, and at that moment he most of all resembled an angel.

"Le suilannon, a mallorniel velui." {I greet thee, o sweet daughter of mallorn.} the creature said, in a respectful manner, and let his fingertips brush against my cheek, lightly, like the wings of a butterfly. "I know who you are and I like your name, Malinornë," he continued. "It speaks of great love and devotion to living and growing things. It speaks of knowledge and beauty of soul. It speaks of you."

I was speechless. This dream-like creature could not be speaking about me. He could not be serious, but I so wanted to believe that it was true. When he just smiled at me with rays of pure light from his eyes, tears welled into mine. Without words he welcomed me into his embrace, whe when he put his strong arms around me I broke down completely. I cried hysterically, burying my face in his grey mantle, and he stroked my hair as if I were a small child.

We stood like that for a long time, until my sobs were silent and I just felt how wonderful it was to be held by Haldir. He was a true gentleman, for he looked away when I used the small piece of soft cloth he passed me for a handkerchief, and when I had splashed some water on my face, red with weeping, he took my hand and said "Tolo na nín, randír vain." {Come with me, beautiful wanderer.} I could only smile at the way he sprinkled me with endearments.

I marveled at the beauty of this land as Haldir led me through the woods; there were so many things I had not noticed before. Finally, he stopped at the foot of an enormous beech. "This is a good tree," he said. "Many of them have suffered greatly under the yoke of the Shadow, but this one never lost its spirit." I looked up through the great crown and felt happiness at the way the soft rays of the setting sun sifted through the light-green leaves, creating a play of sun and shadow on the ground that was strewn with last year's beechnuts.

Haldir touched his forehead to the thick, grey-brown trunk, as if asking permission, before he quickly jumped up into the greenery, disappearing among the foliage. I was beginning to wonder how I was ssed sed to get up there, when he leaned down from a bough, his silky hair almost touching my face. I jumped at his sudden appearance and was even more surprised when he managed to swing me up onto the branch by just one arm around my chest.

We climbed a little higher, which was not difficult, as beeches have smooth branches, conveniently distanced from each other, and finally stood on the broadest bough I have ever seen. It must have been at least three feet across, and it was almost flat, like a floor. I thought that this must be how the wood-elves lived in the old days, before they began to build their telain.

Haldir straddled a thinner branch nearby, while I sat cautiously with my back to the trunk, as near the middle of the bough as possible. "Now, tell me," he said. "The Lady of Lothlórien looked into her mirror and saw some things that concerned her, that made her worry for the safety of the mortals in Mirkwood. The mirror has no concept of time and not seldom does it show things that will never come to pass, and yet its warnings must be heeded. I was also told by my dear brothers that someone was being taken into slavery for Thranduil, and I have come to investigate. Now, tell me what goes on in the depths of the royal caverns."

Despite the calming effect of Haldir's presence, and the tree, I was still upset and I must have exaggerated a lot when I spoke of all the terrible, terrible things that Thranduil had done to us innocent girls. Haldir did not raise an eyebrow and I suspect he did not take all I said seriously; he even rolled his eyes when I recounted the part about Mary being naked and tied to a chair.

"And the king hit me!" I lashed out, annoyed by his lack of sympathy and desperate to make him understand. "That cruel beast hit me!" I continued. "And he forced me to do all kinds of things while Mary was watching, and..."

"Stop." Haldir said only that single word, but with a voice so serious it halted me in mid-sentence. "You liked it." I flinched at the matter-of-fact way he said it, before he continued: "Thranduil is not easy to be around, but he is not cruel, and you know that. He can be peculiar, but his wisdom is great, almost to the extent of my Lady's. And his mind-reading abilities are legendary. So do not blame him for giving you some things you might not have known that you wanted."

I blushed. Haldir was right, of course. At least reasonably so, for I had had no wish of undressing kings and doing more while their consorts were watching. But he was still right. And I was behaving like an idiot. It was probably only Haldir's vast experience of hormonal admirers that made him put up with me. "I am sorry," I said. "Can you forgive me? Please?" At that Haldir just smiled and gathered me into his arms again.

Then he unfastened the clasp of his thick mantle and spread it on the bough. 'Yes!' I thought. After my emotional outburst I longed to be reassured, and this elf had been my heart's desire for many months now. My great moment had finally come. I tried to lie down as gracefully as possible, which was not very so, and was puzzled when he did not follow, but tucked the edges of the mantle around me, very carefully.

"No," he said firmly. "Not now."

"I want you," he added quickly, when he saw my insecure look, "but I am a warrior and am used to restraining myself. I will wait for you to calm down. I want you to be with me fully, in mind as well as in body, and to be free of all unsettling thoughts. I will ponder what measures to take regarding the situation, and you, fíriel vell nín {my dear mortal maid}, will sleep."

He must have used a sleep-spell, because I do not remember anything else until the moment I woke up and saw Haldir sitting on the edf thf the bough, staring into the distance. I admired his profile, the proud nose that had first caught my attention, the sensual mouth, and the flaxen hair that had gleamed like spun gold in the last light of the fading sun. I drank in his presence, but it was not enough to devour him with my eyes. I thought about what he said before he put me to sleep and hoped it would be the right time now.

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~ Mary ~

I was prepared to get wet. I was prepared to be swept away by a swift current. I was prepared for the portcullis that protected the tunnel entrance to be closed and to find myself trapped with no way up, or out. But, I was not prepared for the instant paralysis that takes place when a body is submerged in icy cold water. I dogpaddled furiously because I could not move my arms away from my chest, the water was too frigid. I was completely breathless and kept sinking under because my legs would just not cooperate.

Somehow, it felt as if the current assisted me to the side of the tunnel and I was able to cling to the rough surface of the tunnel sides long enough to catch my breath. But the water was so unrelentingly chilling that I became too fumble-fingered to prevent the current from pushing me along the sides, my fingers refusing to grip, and, as I drifted along with the irresistible pull of the river's current, I wondered how long it would be before hypothermia overtook me.

Although daylight was fading fast, I could see the entrance ahead of me and the portcullis was open. The trees outside of the underground watercourse covered the river like a canopy and it appeared to be a green branch-roofed extension of the tunnel in which I was rapidly drowning.


to be continued...

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