My Dreams, My Heaven
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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8
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Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story
Chapter 5
Title: My Dreams, My Heaven
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas, Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and ** indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I just want to thank those who have reviewed so far, I forgot to do so in the last chapter. You guys really boosted my confidence in continuing this story, thank you very much for reviewing.
Macheil: I’m so glad you are enjoying to story so far and I hope you will continue to read as the story progresses.
neerdua: I hope you will like the story as it progresses and I’m glad you are sticking around to see how it all turns out.
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Chapter 5
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Legolas shut the door quietly behind him, sighing deeply he headed out towards the sparring yard, where he knew the twins to be practicing. they would be heading out in the morning for patrol. It had been months since they had gone out, fearing Las would slip away from them if they were not constantly at his side.
He knew that they were smothering the poor elf with affection, not that the little one minded. He had never been shown any real affection in his life. But he understood that Las was getting frustrated with their constant attention and needed some time alone, though he was heart sore to leave him along for even a few minutes. Las needed this and he would let him have it, he had to make sure the twins understood that. He had made the two of them go out to spar so he could speak with Las privately since Las seemed to clam up even more whenever all three were pestering him to open up about his ordeal. The twins had protested loudly at table this morning and had needed to be put in place by their sire before they marched into Las’ rooms and upset the little elf.
Legolas shook his head; the two could be so protective sometimes, pushing their loved ones to the limits of their patience with the absurdity of it sometimes. He couldn’t blame them for wanting to keep Las as safe as possible; the little elf had managed to wriggle his way into all their hearts. Not that a one of them was complaining though, Las had walked through fire in his eyes and still Las could find a reason to put on a good face for everyone.
He walked down the steps outside the house to the large field where the twins were engaged in a fierce sparring match. Legolas paused a moment to consider the two elves. They were larger than him, and even larger compared to Las. They could thank their sire and human heritage for their dark coloring and size, and their mother had given them large hearts. The twins were nearly impossible to resist, they could charm a fish out of the water if it so pleased them.
He had known them for most of his immortal life; they had been his friends throughout his entire youth and his lovers for centuries. They had wasted little time in seducing him to their bed once he was of age and he had been inclined to take them up of the offer, for he had secretly admired and loved them for years.
He had been surprised at first to learn that they were not only brothers but lovers as well, but once they had explained to him how they felt for each other and how they both felt a love deeper than friendship for him, he found that he also desired them more and couldn’t find fault in their hearts. The two had been inseparable since birth, they did everything together, to them it felt natural to love each other intimately and he had to admit it felt natural to him as well and if he was completely honest with himself the two were perfect for each other, they not only complemented each other’s appearance but each other’s souls as well.
Their love however was seen as sinful in the eyes of the general populace and they kept their love secret, though the ones dearest to them knew and kept their secret. In public the twins appeared only as close twin’s brothers, and Legolas appeared to be courting only Elrohir. While behind closed doors the three shared a passionate love affair that had been going on for centuries.
His thoughts then turned to Las, thinking of how much the little elf had changed all their lives. After the ring war he had spent so much time traveling the world trying to satisfy his wander lust. He had even set up a small elvish settlement with followers from his father’s realm in far off Mirkwood. He was tired now though, the sea call was becoming stronger and he had been contemplating leaving for the west, but he would not leave till his dearest friend Aragorn, now king Elessar of Gondor, left for the afterlife. And his lovers the twins had not yet made a formal decision regarding their choice of mortality or immortality and it gnawed at him that they might choose mortality. He felt silly thinking they would leave him, but they had made no formal promises to bind their souls to his, he wasn’t even sure if a three way bound was possible, or if they could even continue to hide their love from everyone if it was possible.
Las had made him focus on something other than himself though, from the first time he had met the small hermaphrodite, out in the forests of Mirkwood where he had stumbled upon the bruised and terrified elf, to the night Las had been brought to the healing wards in imladris bloody and broken and begging for death. He had been intrigued by little elf, he had never met a hermaphrodite though from stories passed on through time they had been fairly common among the elves in the ancient times. For whatever reason they had simple faded from history and as far as anyone knew Las was now the only Hermaphrodite on middle earth and Las had at one time been the only creature in his world with the problem of not have a counter part in the parallel universes.
The little hermaphrodite had effectively, though not consciously, made him turn attentions to the problems of others and had made him realize he was being self absorbed in all his worrying.
His thoughts shifted to others matters and he briefly wondered what it would be like to meet his counterpoint, but if they stories were true terrible things could happen in the fabrics that separated the two worlds from each other. He was curious about Las’ unique situation, there were so many questions he wanted to ask Las about the world he had been born in. The only information he, or anyone else, had been able to get out of the tight lipped elf, was that he had been a slave of sorts to his own parents serving strangers each night with whatever the clients wanted from him, and had spent the rest of his life in that world in an attic chained to a radiator. He shook his head to clear those thoughts from his head. He had come here to speak with the twins not to ponder the past and events that might never happen.
Elladan gave a great shove against his brother, causing Elrohir to overcompensate and fall to the ground. When he looked up he found the tip of his brother’s sword pressed against his throat. Elladan chuckled and offered his brother a hand up, Elrohir accepted and let his brothers pull him up.
“I hope I didn’t bruise that pretty bottom of yours” Elladan purred in his twin’s ear when he was close enough.
Elrohir grinned “you will just have to wait and see” he whispered, turning away to retrieve his sword and walking off the field to joins Legolas whom he had just spotted.
“Enjoy the show meleth?” Elrohir said once he was close enough to the elf, though he knew he could have whispered it and Legolas would have heard him with those exceptional ears of his. Even for an elf Legolas had excellent sight and hearing above what an average was capable. But then, Elrohir thought, Legolas was your ordinary elf either.
Legolas winked at him “you know I love to see you in your leathers and all dirty”
Elrohir feigned hurt, though He knew Legolas was joking, For while Legolas did like to see him in his leathers he knew Legolas hated being around dirt. How Legolas had a dwarf for best friends Elrohir would never know. While Gimli was indeed a good friend to Legolas and Elrohir was very fond of the dwarf, Gimli was no fan of bathing, and bathing was something Legolas would try to get away with doing multiple times a day if he could.
Legolas laughed and pushed against the larger elf as his enveloped him in a hug.
“Aye my love I’m am sorry, you know I do love you in those leathers” Legolas looked to Elladan, winking, letting Elladan know the comment was meant for him as well.
Elladan came over to the two elves, putting his sword back into the scabbard at his side.
“Did you find Las? Was he alright? He is not hurt is he?”
Legolas sighed, Elladan wore his heart on his sleeve though the warrior would deny it if you mentioned it to him.
“Yes I found him safely in his rooms soaking up the sun and devouring a bowl of blueberries.”
They all shared a chuckle, truly poor Morwen would soon be out of berries for her pastries if Las continued to inhale and blueberry infused edible he found. Morwen wouldn’t deny the little elf though, Las had the she-elf wrapped around his finger, whether he knew it or not, Morwen would not deny Las if he desired to eat her entire store of the small berries. Not that any of them would deny Las if the little elf wanted something.
Legolas became serious “he is not well, though he puts of a strong front to appear so; I fear that nightmares are plaguing his sleep. He seemed very tired when I saw him, and distant, there is much he still has not told us regarding the night that he died. He faced terrible things; we know that from the wounds on his body, how we almost lost him that night. He just won’t open up…” he left his statement open unsure of what to say next, he wanted his little friend to just be happy, though Las would need to talk first to move on and be happy.
Elrohir kissed his temple trying to ease his troubled lover. They were all concerned about Las, the little elf could not continue to hide and they were not going to let him just hide in his room from them all.
“he just needs a little nudging in the right direction to start talking, I think if we approached the topic differently than just outright asking him to share his ordeal, then perhaps he would open up to us.”
Elladan shook his head “ I do not think Las is ready to talk, you remember that nana kept quiet for months after her attack, and even near the end before she sailed she was still tight lipped only letting on to a few things from her attack.”
Elrohir nodded; indeed he remembered how she had been. The valley had never been the same after she had left for the west. Then Elrohir had a thought that might help them get las to unload his burden.
“What if there was someone you could talk to Las on the same level, someone who had been through something similar.”
The other two elves looked at him as if he had grown another head.
“But there are no elves in middle earth that have survived what he went through, he is the only elf we have seen that did not die from a violation of the body and still remain on these shores. How Las managed to survive is still mystery” Elladan said wondering just where his brother could b e going with this.
Elrohir nodded agreeing with his brother “yes indeed you are right, but Las also died, he has felt death take hold of his body. And who in imladris has also had the horrific experience of falling into death arms?”
The two looked at him understanding dawning on their faces.
Legolas grinned “I think it’s time to pay our dear Glorfindel a visit”
The twins nodded and the three of them went back into the last homely house to track down the legendary balrog slayer and get him to help out their beloved little Las.
***
Meanwhile in another world, the very same world that Las had been born into…
The dark Emperor sat at his desk listening to the tale his lackeys were retelling to him. He had sent them after the annoying little hermaphrodite; he had been searching for the damned thing for years. He hadn’t know the creature he was looking for was a hermaphrodite, but now he needed the thing and the unique abilities of he possessed; he wanted this creature in his bed and by his side for the power the thing held. The hermaphrodite was beautiful beyond anything he had ever seen, he had found out about the little freak when he had been sniffing out any hiding hermaphrodites.
His spies had stumbled upon this one and had brought back photos and information about what this hermaphrodite was up to. Once he had seen the creature he had to have him, at the time he didn’t know of its magical abilities, and despite that he hated all hermaphrodites and wanted them wiped from the world, this one had captured his attentions.
The thing had been a sex slave, forced into prostitution by his parents. Malnourished and bruised and dirty, the thing was pathetic. But in that one picture of the freak he had seen, he had fallen for that face. He had learned the creatures name was Las, a word that when not shortened as Las’ name was, meant hated one in the brutish language of the town that the hermaphrodite had been born in. fitting he had thought since the parents of him clearly hated him.
When he had conquered this world, had it under his thumb, and with none that would oppose him, he thought he had everything and anything that he could ever want. An entire world groveling at his feet, servants and whores at his beck and call, and best of all he was wealthy beyond his wildest dreams. But after seeing that face, the face that haunted his dreams now, he knew he had to have the creature, and had sent out his cronies to retrieve the hermaphrodite. Only they had come back with nothing, claiming the creature had destroyed himself.
Now they sat telling him of the night and what had happened.
“and then the stupid thing ran himself into the knife I was holding, cause the damned thing was trying to cast a spell on me and I was just trying to make him stop, and then…”
He held his hand up “I have heard enough” he said.
He pulled out a bottle of spirits and poured all of them a drink. The five men quickly grabbed the glasses feeling honored to share a drink with their leader.
He raised his glass “to you my fearless men, for having defeated such a horrific foe”
The five men raised their glasses in response and all took a swig of the potent liquor. They were dead before they had taken the glasses from the lips.
He sighed calling for a servant to clean up the bodies. He stood up and left the room going down a series of stairs and hallways down to the basement of his palace. He pushed through the steel doors.
“What have you learned” he said to the man bent of the body of the hermaphrodite he had been trying to capture alive.
The man looked up from the body “that this wretched thing did not run himself onto your cronies knife as he said it did sire. This creature was severely beaten and raped, that’s was killed it, your men destroyed the damned thing themselves in their lust over it”
He nodded he knew that much already, what he wanted to know was if this creature was indeed capable of the magical abilities that he thought it was, for his spies had seen a great light appear after the thing passed, as had his cronies. A light that suggested the creature could be capable of the sorcery he suspected of many hermaphrodites. And he had a feeling when he had seen those unique eyes of blue-green that the hermaphrodite might be capable of magic. Not many were capable of magic anymore and when they, their magical abilities lent them unique colorings. Las parents had been very plain in appearance, dark haired and dark eyes. Yet las had been light in coloring and his bright eyes very different from his parents in every way.
Because hermaphrodites seemed to be the few left capable of magic he wanted them gone, for he wanted to be the only on such powers available to him. It made him more powerful to his enemies to be possessed of those powers and to be surrounded by those powers.
While he had wanted the creature for his body and looks, he also wanted the power such a creature would give him and the powerful child the creature could bear for him. But now this creature was dead and his powers gone with it.
“I have found something of interest though, come and look here my lord, if you please” the man said lifting the sheet covering the body.
“Look there, sire on his hip, the mark he bears, it is just a birthmark but look at it shape sire, I have only ever seen this written in books from ancient times”
He looked closer seeing to odd birthmark, shaped like a small leaf from a newly sprouted plant. His eyes widened understanding the significance of the mark. This hermaphrodite wasn’t just unique in looks, he had indeed been possessed of magic’s the world hadn’t seen in over a millennia, and he had been capable of jumping worlds.
That little marked represented that this hermaphrodite, the only hermaphrodite to his knowledge to bear this mark, was truly one of a kind, because no other creature like him existed, not even in the world parallel to this one. The dark man smiled and that meant that Las was still alive, off in the world parallel to this one.
He grinned thanking the man for what he had discovered; now all he had to do was find a way to get to the little one back to his world of birth. And to do that he needed to find the one sorcerer who could unlock the secrets Las’ dead body was hiding. That wasn’t going to be easy, but he knew the man would not say no to him, not to the emperor of the world.
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TBC…
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Hope you all like this chapter, I will have more soon!
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas, Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and ** indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I just want to thank those who have reviewed so far, I forgot to do so in the last chapter. You guys really boosted my confidence in continuing this story, thank you very much for reviewing.
Macheil: I’m so glad you are enjoying to story so far and I hope you will continue to read as the story progresses.
neerdua: I hope you will like the story as it progresses and I’m glad you are sticking around to see how it all turns out.
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Chapter 5
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Legolas shut the door quietly behind him, sighing deeply he headed out towards the sparring yard, where he knew the twins to be practicing. they would be heading out in the morning for patrol. It had been months since they had gone out, fearing Las would slip away from them if they were not constantly at his side.
He knew that they were smothering the poor elf with affection, not that the little one minded. He had never been shown any real affection in his life. But he understood that Las was getting frustrated with their constant attention and needed some time alone, though he was heart sore to leave him along for even a few minutes. Las needed this and he would let him have it, he had to make sure the twins understood that. He had made the two of them go out to spar so he could speak with Las privately since Las seemed to clam up even more whenever all three were pestering him to open up about his ordeal. The twins had protested loudly at table this morning and had needed to be put in place by their sire before they marched into Las’ rooms and upset the little elf.
Legolas shook his head; the two could be so protective sometimes, pushing their loved ones to the limits of their patience with the absurdity of it sometimes. He couldn’t blame them for wanting to keep Las as safe as possible; the little elf had managed to wriggle his way into all their hearts. Not that a one of them was complaining though, Las had walked through fire in his eyes and still Las could find a reason to put on a good face for everyone.
He walked down the steps outside the house to the large field where the twins were engaged in a fierce sparring match. Legolas paused a moment to consider the two elves. They were larger than him, and even larger compared to Las. They could thank their sire and human heritage for their dark coloring and size, and their mother had given them large hearts. The twins were nearly impossible to resist, they could charm a fish out of the water if it so pleased them.
He had known them for most of his immortal life; they had been his friends throughout his entire youth and his lovers for centuries. They had wasted little time in seducing him to their bed once he was of age and he had been inclined to take them up of the offer, for he had secretly admired and loved them for years.
He had been surprised at first to learn that they were not only brothers but lovers as well, but once they had explained to him how they felt for each other and how they both felt a love deeper than friendship for him, he found that he also desired them more and couldn’t find fault in their hearts. The two had been inseparable since birth, they did everything together, to them it felt natural to love each other intimately and he had to admit it felt natural to him as well and if he was completely honest with himself the two were perfect for each other, they not only complemented each other’s appearance but each other’s souls as well.
Their love however was seen as sinful in the eyes of the general populace and they kept their love secret, though the ones dearest to them knew and kept their secret. In public the twins appeared only as close twin’s brothers, and Legolas appeared to be courting only Elrohir. While behind closed doors the three shared a passionate love affair that had been going on for centuries.
His thoughts then turned to Las, thinking of how much the little elf had changed all their lives. After the ring war he had spent so much time traveling the world trying to satisfy his wander lust. He had even set up a small elvish settlement with followers from his father’s realm in far off Mirkwood. He was tired now though, the sea call was becoming stronger and he had been contemplating leaving for the west, but he would not leave till his dearest friend Aragorn, now king Elessar of Gondor, left for the afterlife. And his lovers the twins had not yet made a formal decision regarding their choice of mortality or immortality and it gnawed at him that they might choose mortality. He felt silly thinking they would leave him, but they had made no formal promises to bind their souls to his, he wasn’t even sure if a three way bound was possible, or if they could even continue to hide their love from everyone if it was possible.
Las had made him focus on something other than himself though, from the first time he had met the small hermaphrodite, out in the forests of Mirkwood where he had stumbled upon the bruised and terrified elf, to the night Las had been brought to the healing wards in imladris bloody and broken and begging for death. He had been intrigued by little elf, he had never met a hermaphrodite though from stories passed on through time they had been fairly common among the elves in the ancient times. For whatever reason they had simple faded from history and as far as anyone knew Las was now the only Hermaphrodite on middle earth and Las had at one time been the only creature in his world with the problem of not have a counter part in the parallel universes.
The little hermaphrodite had effectively, though not consciously, made him turn attentions to the problems of others and had made him realize he was being self absorbed in all his worrying.
His thoughts shifted to others matters and he briefly wondered what it would be like to meet his counterpoint, but if they stories were true terrible things could happen in the fabrics that separated the two worlds from each other. He was curious about Las’ unique situation, there were so many questions he wanted to ask Las about the world he had been born in. The only information he, or anyone else, had been able to get out of the tight lipped elf, was that he had been a slave of sorts to his own parents serving strangers each night with whatever the clients wanted from him, and had spent the rest of his life in that world in an attic chained to a radiator. He shook his head to clear those thoughts from his head. He had come here to speak with the twins not to ponder the past and events that might never happen.
Elladan gave a great shove against his brother, causing Elrohir to overcompensate and fall to the ground. When he looked up he found the tip of his brother’s sword pressed against his throat. Elladan chuckled and offered his brother a hand up, Elrohir accepted and let his brothers pull him up.
“I hope I didn’t bruise that pretty bottom of yours” Elladan purred in his twin’s ear when he was close enough.
Elrohir grinned “you will just have to wait and see” he whispered, turning away to retrieve his sword and walking off the field to joins Legolas whom he had just spotted.
“Enjoy the show meleth?” Elrohir said once he was close enough to the elf, though he knew he could have whispered it and Legolas would have heard him with those exceptional ears of his. Even for an elf Legolas had excellent sight and hearing above what an average was capable. But then, Elrohir thought, Legolas was your ordinary elf either.
Legolas winked at him “you know I love to see you in your leathers and all dirty”
Elrohir feigned hurt, though He knew Legolas was joking, For while Legolas did like to see him in his leathers he knew Legolas hated being around dirt. How Legolas had a dwarf for best friends Elrohir would never know. While Gimli was indeed a good friend to Legolas and Elrohir was very fond of the dwarf, Gimli was no fan of bathing, and bathing was something Legolas would try to get away with doing multiple times a day if he could.
Legolas laughed and pushed against the larger elf as his enveloped him in a hug.
“Aye my love I’m am sorry, you know I do love you in those leathers” Legolas looked to Elladan, winking, letting Elladan know the comment was meant for him as well.
Elladan came over to the two elves, putting his sword back into the scabbard at his side.
“Did you find Las? Was he alright? He is not hurt is he?”
Legolas sighed, Elladan wore his heart on his sleeve though the warrior would deny it if you mentioned it to him.
“Yes I found him safely in his rooms soaking up the sun and devouring a bowl of blueberries.”
They all shared a chuckle, truly poor Morwen would soon be out of berries for her pastries if Las continued to inhale and blueberry infused edible he found. Morwen wouldn’t deny the little elf though, Las had the she-elf wrapped around his finger, whether he knew it or not, Morwen would not deny Las if he desired to eat her entire store of the small berries. Not that any of them would deny Las if the little elf wanted something.
Legolas became serious “he is not well, though he puts of a strong front to appear so; I fear that nightmares are plaguing his sleep. He seemed very tired when I saw him, and distant, there is much he still has not told us regarding the night that he died. He faced terrible things; we know that from the wounds on his body, how we almost lost him that night. He just won’t open up…” he left his statement open unsure of what to say next, he wanted his little friend to just be happy, though Las would need to talk first to move on and be happy.
Elrohir kissed his temple trying to ease his troubled lover. They were all concerned about Las, the little elf could not continue to hide and they were not going to let him just hide in his room from them all.
“he just needs a little nudging in the right direction to start talking, I think if we approached the topic differently than just outright asking him to share his ordeal, then perhaps he would open up to us.”
Elladan shook his head “ I do not think Las is ready to talk, you remember that nana kept quiet for months after her attack, and even near the end before she sailed she was still tight lipped only letting on to a few things from her attack.”
Elrohir nodded; indeed he remembered how she had been. The valley had never been the same after she had left for the west. Then Elrohir had a thought that might help them get las to unload his burden.
“What if there was someone you could talk to Las on the same level, someone who had been through something similar.”
The other two elves looked at him as if he had grown another head.
“But there are no elves in middle earth that have survived what he went through, he is the only elf we have seen that did not die from a violation of the body and still remain on these shores. How Las managed to survive is still mystery” Elladan said wondering just where his brother could b e going with this.
Elrohir nodded agreeing with his brother “yes indeed you are right, but Las also died, he has felt death take hold of his body. And who in imladris has also had the horrific experience of falling into death arms?”
The two looked at him understanding dawning on their faces.
Legolas grinned “I think it’s time to pay our dear Glorfindel a visit”
The twins nodded and the three of them went back into the last homely house to track down the legendary balrog slayer and get him to help out their beloved little Las.
***
Meanwhile in another world, the very same world that Las had been born into…
The dark Emperor sat at his desk listening to the tale his lackeys were retelling to him. He had sent them after the annoying little hermaphrodite; he had been searching for the damned thing for years. He hadn’t know the creature he was looking for was a hermaphrodite, but now he needed the thing and the unique abilities of he possessed; he wanted this creature in his bed and by his side for the power the thing held. The hermaphrodite was beautiful beyond anything he had ever seen, he had found out about the little freak when he had been sniffing out any hiding hermaphrodites.
His spies had stumbled upon this one and had brought back photos and information about what this hermaphrodite was up to. Once he had seen the creature he had to have him, at the time he didn’t know of its magical abilities, and despite that he hated all hermaphrodites and wanted them wiped from the world, this one had captured his attentions.
The thing had been a sex slave, forced into prostitution by his parents. Malnourished and bruised and dirty, the thing was pathetic. But in that one picture of the freak he had seen, he had fallen for that face. He had learned the creatures name was Las, a word that when not shortened as Las’ name was, meant hated one in the brutish language of the town that the hermaphrodite had been born in. fitting he had thought since the parents of him clearly hated him.
When he had conquered this world, had it under his thumb, and with none that would oppose him, he thought he had everything and anything that he could ever want. An entire world groveling at his feet, servants and whores at his beck and call, and best of all he was wealthy beyond his wildest dreams. But after seeing that face, the face that haunted his dreams now, he knew he had to have the creature, and had sent out his cronies to retrieve the hermaphrodite. Only they had come back with nothing, claiming the creature had destroyed himself.
Now they sat telling him of the night and what had happened.
“and then the stupid thing ran himself into the knife I was holding, cause the damned thing was trying to cast a spell on me and I was just trying to make him stop, and then…”
He held his hand up “I have heard enough” he said.
He pulled out a bottle of spirits and poured all of them a drink. The five men quickly grabbed the glasses feeling honored to share a drink with their leader.
He raised his glass “to you my fearless men, for having defeated such a horrific foe”
The five men raised their glasses in response and all took a swig of the potent liquor. They were dead before they had taken the glasses from the lips.
He sighed calling for a servant to clean up the bodies. He stood up and left the room going down a series of stairs and hallways down to the basement of his palace. He pushed through the steel doors.
“What have you learned” he said to the man bent of the body of the hermaphrodite he had been trying to capture alive.
The man looked up from the body “that this wretched thing did not run himself onto your cronies knife as he said it did sire. This creature was severely beaten and raped, that’s was killed it, your men destroyed the damned thing themselves in their lust over it”
He nodded he knew that much already, what he wanted to know was if this creature was indeed capable of the magical abilities that he thought it was, for his spies had seen a great light appear after the thing passed, as had his cronies. A light that suggested the creature could be capable of the sorcery he suspected of many hermaphrodites. And he had a feeling when he had seen those unique eyes of blue-green that the hermaphrodite might be capable of magic. Not many were capable of magic anymore and when they, their magical abilities lent them unique colorings. Las parents had been very plain in appearance, dark haired and dark eyes. Yet las had been light in coloring and his bright eyes very different from his parents in every way.
Because hermaphrodites seemed to be the few left capable of magic he wanted them gone, for he wanted to be the only on such powers available to him. It made him more powerful to his enemies to be possessed of those powers and to be surrounded by those powers.
While he had wanted the creature for his body and looks, he also wanted the power such a creature would give him and the powerful child the creature could bear for him. But now this creature was dead and his powers gone with it.
“I have found something of interest though, come and look here my lord, if you please” the man said lifting the sheet covering the body.
“Look there, sire on his hip, the mark he bears, it is just a birthmark but look at it shape sire, I have only ever seen this written in books from ancient times”
He looked closer seeing to odd birthmark, shaped like a small leaf from a newly sprouted plant. His eyes widened understanding the significance of the mark. This hermaphrodite wasn’t just unique in looks, he had indeed been possessed of magic’s the world hadn’t seen in over a millennia, and he had been capable of jumping worlds.
That little marked represented that this hermaphrodite, the only hermaphrodite to his knowledge to bear this mark, was truly one of a kind, because no other creature like him existed, not even in the world parallel to this one. The dark man smiled and that meant that Las was still alive, off in the world parallel to this one.
He grinned thanking the man for what he had discovered; now all he had to do was find a way to get to the little one back to his world of birth. And to do that he needed to find the one sorcerer who could unlock the secrets Las’ dead body was hiding. That wasn’t going to be easy, but he knew the man would not say no to him, not to the emperor of the world.
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TBC…
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