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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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4,100
Reviews:
39
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Chapter 5
Title: Broken
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): las/las/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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Now
Merry winced as he scrubbed the heavy pan, the scalding waters burning his hands. He had been washing dishes for hours, just as he did everyday, and was relieved that they would soon be allowed to have a brief rest.
He glance quickly over at his cousin, seeing the head cook order Pippin to get more herbs, before turning his attention back to the still dirty pan. ‘Stupid pan.’
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Legolas stretched his sore muscles as he watched his master eating at the long table on the far side of the room. He was starving, the ‘breakfast’ his master had given him was not even near satisfying, and watching the hobbit dig through the many pieces of fruit, bread and cheese was torture.
Frodo knew this, of course, and was making a great show of choosing what he wanted, lifting it up and examining it on all sides before either tossing it away or eating it slowly, making little sounds of pleasure. He tossed a small piece of pear onto the bed, just inches away from Legolas’ face, and smirked at the elf. “Don’t touch, my pet. If it’s still there when I’m done, I’ll give you a reward.”
Legolas tore his gaze away from the fruit, his stomach growling quietly, and stared at the wall.
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2 years ago
It was Pippin who found him nearly an hour later while searching for mushrooms. The young hobbit was shocked at the sight before him, and stood staring at the nearly naked elf. After a brief moment, he ran to Legolas’ side and knelt beside him. “Legolas?” he asked, tentatively. Seeing that the elf was shivering slightly, Pippin looked around for Legolas’ cloak. Not seeing it, he quickly unclasped his own and laid it over the shivering form.
“Are you all right?” Pippin asked before realizing how st tha that question was. The unconscious elf looked nowhere near all right. Pippin sighed and quickly looked Legolas over for injuries. Finding nothing worse than the many bruises, scratches and bite marks, he breathed a sigh of relief before realizing exactly what it was he saw. ‘Bite marks?’
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Now
Merry groaned as he and Pippin made their way to their room. It had been another long, hard, boring day and all he wanted was to collapse in bed and sleep for a week. Pippin, on the other hand, wanted to anything but sleep despite how tired he was. “Why didn’t they let us go to the healers, Merry? We worked really hard today.”
Merry sighed and looked at the younger hobbit, who for some reason didn’t look as tired as he should. “We work hard every day, Pip.”
Pippin nodded sadly and opened the door to their room, not even glancing at the guard that had been following them. His gaze went immediately to the bed, frowning when he realized Legolas wasn’t there. “They didn’t bring him back.”
Merry shook his head and followed him into the room, ignoring the sound of the door slamming shut. “I’m not really surprised, Pip,” he said, sadly. “I heard one of the cooks mention something about Sam going on a trip.”
Pippin scowled when he heard that name. “And without him, Frodo will be lonely,” he said, shuddering. He looked up at Merry, watching as the older hobbit walked over to the window. “Does that mean he won’t let Legolas come back until Sam returns?”
Merry sighed, staring down at the small, rotting garden that spread throughout the courtyard. “I think it does, Pip,” he answered as he watched guards and slaves going about there business. He winced as a young human boy dropped the sack he was carrying, it’s contents spilling out and nearly tripping one of the guards.
Merry turned away from the window, unable to watch the child’s punishment, and walked over to the bed. He motioned Pippin to join him before laying down and covering his head with a pillow, trying to block out the screams coming from outside.
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2 years ago
Merry stared at the broken figure lying near the fire, watching as Aragorn cleaned the blood off of the elf. The ranger had said that Legolas’ injuries weren’t serious, but there had been a look in his eyes that told Merry the human wasn’t being completely honest.
‘What would be so terrible that it would make Aragorn so sad?’ he asked himself, having finally identified the emotion the human was trying to hide. ‘Why won’t he tell us what’s wrong with Legolas?’
Legolas whimpered as Aragorn rubbed some kind of cream on the large bruise that surrounded his neck and tried to move away. Aragorn stopped what he was doing and leaned down to whisper soothingly to the frightened elf.
Merry was surprised Legolas was even conscious, if not fully aware. When Pippin had come running back to camp, saying that Legolas was hurt and for Aragorn to come help, Merry had thought the elf was dying.
Merry sighed and turned his gaze away from Legolas, glancing around the camp. Boromir was sitting a few feet away from the fire, sharpening his sword while glaring out into the forest, practically daring anybody to try to hurt the elf again. The hobbit almost laughed when he turned his attention to Gimli, who was trying to pretend that no, he was not concerned about Legolas, and that no, he was not hovering over Aragorn’s shoulder and getting in the human’s way.
Pippin, who was sitting next to him, nudged Merry in the ribs and angled his head towards Frodo and Sam. Merry glance over to where the two older hobbits sat, frowning when he saw them smile. He followed their gaze to Legolas, confused as to what they found amusing. ‘It’s like they don’t care what happened to him,’ he thought, watching as Aragorn wiped away the tears that were falling down Legolas’ face. ‘Why don’t they care?’
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A/N: I bet you’re all happy I’m updating this fast.
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): las/las/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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Now
Merry winced as he scrubbed the heavy pan, the scalding waters burning his hands. He had been washing dishes for hours, just as he did everyday, and was relieved that they would soon be allowed to have a brief rest.
He glance quickly over at his cousin, seeing the head cook order Pippin to get more herbs, before turning his attention back to the still dirty pan. ‘Stupid pan.’
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Legolas stretched his sore muscles as he watched his master eating at the long table on the far side of the room. He was starving, the ‘breakfast’ his master had given him was not even near satisfying, and watching the hobbit dig through the many pieces of fruit, bread and cheese was torture.
Frodo knew this, of course, and was making a great show of choosing what he wanted, lifting it up and examining it on all sides before either tossing it away or eating it slowly, making little sounds of pleasure. He tossed a small piece of pear onto the bed, just inches away from Legolas’ face, and smirked at the elf. “Don’t touch, my pet. If it’s still there when I’m done, I’ll give you a reward.”
Legolas tore his gaze away from the fruit, his stomach growling quietly, and stared at the wall.
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2 years ago
It was Pippin who found him nearly an hour later while searching for mushrooms. The young hobbit was shocked at the sight before him, and stood staring at the nearly naked elf. After a brief moment, he ran to Legolas’ side and knelt beside him. “Legolas?” he asked, tentatively. Seeing that the elf was shivering slightly, Pippin looked around for Legolas’ cloak. Not seeing it, he quickly unclasped his own and laid it over the shivering form.
“Are you all right?” Pippin asked before realizing how st tha that question was. The unconscious elf looked nowhere near all right. Pippin sighed and quickly looked Legolas over for injuries. Finding nothing worse than the many bruises, scratches and bite marks, he breathed a sigh of relief before realizing exactly what it was he saw. ‘Bite marks?’
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Now
Merry groaned as he and Pippin made their way to their room. It had been another long, hard, boring day and all he wanted was to collapse in bed and sleep for a week. Pippin, on the other hand, wanted to anything but sleep despite how tired he was. “Why didn’t they let us go to the healers, Merry? We worked really hard today.”
Merry sighed and looked at the younger hobbit, who for some reason didn’t look as tired as he should. “We work hard every day, Pip.”
Pippin nodded sadly and opened the door to their room, not even glancing at the guard that had been following them. His gaze went immediately to the bed, frowning when he realized Legolas wasn’t there. “They didn’t bring him back.”
Merry shook his head and followed him into the room, ignoring the sound of the door slamming shut. “I’m not really surprised, Pip,” he said, sadly. “I heard one of the cooks mention something about Sam going on a trip.”
Pippin scowled when he heard that name. “And without him, Frodo will be lonely,” he said, shuddering. He looked up at Merry, watching as the older hobbit walked over to the window. “Does that mean he won’t let Legolas come back until Sam returns?”
Merry sighed, staring down at the small, rotting garden that spread throughout the courtyard. “I think it does, Pip,” he answered as he watched guards and slaves going about there business. He winced as a young human boy dropped the sack he was carrying, it’s contents spilling out and nearly tripping one of the guards.
Merry turned away from the window, unable to watch the child’s punishment, and walked over to the bed. He motioned Pippin to join him before laying down and covering his head with a pillow, trying to block out the screams coming from outside.
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2 years ago
Merry stared at the broken figure lying near the fire, watching as Aragorn cleaned the blood off of the elf. The ranger had said that Legolas’ injuries weren’t serious, but there had been a look in his eyes that told Merry the human wasn’t being completely honest.
‘What would be so terrible that it would make Aragorn so sad?’ he asked himself, having finally identified the emotion the human was trying to hide. ‘Why won’t he tell us what’s wrong with Legolas?’
Legolas whimpered as Aragorn rubbed some kind of cream on the large bruise that surrounded his neck and tried to move away. Aragorn stopped what he was doing and leaned down to whisper soothingly to the frightened elf.
Merry was surprised Legolas was even conscious, if not fully aware. When Pippin had come running back to camp, saying that Legolas was hurt and for Aragorn to come help, Merry had thought the elf was dying.
Merry sighed and turned his gaze away from Legolas, glancing around the camp. Boromir was sitting a few feet away from the fire, sharpening his sword while glaring out into the forest, practically daring anybody to try to hurt the elf again. The hobbit almost laughed when he turned his attention to Gimli, who was trying to pretend that no, he was not concerned about Legolas, and that no, he was not hovering over Aragorn’s shoulder and getting in the human’s way.
Pippin, who was sitting next to him, nudged Merry in the ribs and angled his head towards Frodo and Sam. Merry glance over to where the two older hobbits sat, frowning when he saw them smile. He followed their gaze to Legolas, confused as to what they found amusing. ‘It’s like they don’t care what happened to him,’ he thought, watching as Aragorn wiped away the tears that were falling down Legolas’ face. ‘Why don’t they care?’
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A/N: I bet you’re all happy I’m updating this fast.