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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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4,101
Reviews:
39
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Chapter 6
Title: Broken
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/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, unable to sleep, stared blankly at the ceiling. It had been three days since Legolas had been taken and he was beginning to think he would never see his friend again. ‘No,’ Merry thought. ‘They’ll bring him back once Sam returns.’
He didn’t really believe that. Judging by the injuries Legolas always had when he returned, they were far from gentle. Merry knew they would kill the elf one of these days. ‘I almost wish they would, at least then he would be free.’
Merry sighed, feeling guilty about what he’d just thought, no matter that it was true.
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2 years ago
Merry and Pippin watched as Aragorn tried to get Legolas to eat. The elf hadn’t eaten since the attack nearly a week ago and everyone, except Frodo and Sam, had expressed concern. Legolas had already been too thin, in the hobbits’ opinion, but now he was practically nothing but skin and bones.
Aragorn had told them he had expected something like this to happen, but he was still worried. If Legolas didn’t eat soon, they would have to force him. Merry hoped it wouldn’t come to that, the elf already shied away from them. If they had to force him to do anything, Merry was afraid he might run from them. He doubted any of them would be able to catch a frightened elf.
He sighed and turned his attention to the two older hobbits. Frodo and Sam seemed not the least concerned about Legolas’ health. They didn’t even spare the elf a glance as they whispered quietly to each other.
Merry frowned and looked away. Something was very wrong with those two and he was certain it had something to do with the ring. He had spoken to Pippin about it when they had landed on the slopes of Amon Hen hours earlier, and they had agreed to watch them very closely.
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Now
Legolas greedily ate the pieces of fruit out of his master’s hand, surprised that the reward his master had promised him was in fact a real reward. He had been expecting more pain, which was his master’s usual definition of reward.
Frodo laughed at his pet’s hunger, squeezing the juices from a peach and forcing Legolas to lick his fingers. “You’re very hungry today, aren’t you, my pet?” He smiled and chose a cherry from the assortment of fruit and held it up, close to his own mouth. “We’ll take care of that, won’t we?” he said, before sucking the cherry into his mouth. He leaned forward and grabbed Legolas by the hair, pulling him close for a rough kiss. After a few moments, he pushed the cherry into the elf’s mouth and broke the kiss, watching as Legolas forced himself to chew and swallow the fruit.
Frodo smirked and climbed off the bed and walked over to his trunk. “My Sam is returning today,” he said as he began searching through the trunk. “He’s going to be expecting a surprise.”
Legolas watched in dismay as Frodo laughed and pulled out a choke collar and two chains. He hated that collar. Every time he moved so much as an inch in any direction, the collar tightened, cutting off his ability to breath. It was a favorite toy of his other master and Legolas could only hope that was the sole toy used.
His hopes were dashed as his master pulled out a short pole, the pale wood stained red with blood. Another favorite toy.
Frodo smiled as he gathered up the collar, chains, and pole and went to dump them on the end of the bed, before returning to the trunk to grab a few things Legolas couldn’t identify. The hobbit was practically skipping as he returned to the bed, smirking at the elf. He climbed up on the bed and grabbed the collar “It’s time to get ready for tonight, my little whore,” he said, fastening the collar tightly around the elf’s neck.
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2 years ago
Legolas choked down the broth Gimli had convinced him to eat, his stomach protesting the sudden re-introduction of food. He placed his hand over his mouth, trying to force the food to stay down.
Gimli glared worriedly at the elf. “Don’t you dare throw up, elf!”
Legolas looked at him, feeling slightly dizzy. He wanted to obey his friend, but he wasn’t sure his body agreed with him. He blinked as the dizziness increased, the forest seemingly beginning to spin. He didn’t feel well at all.
Gimli frowned at the elf’s sudden paleness and the way he was beginning to list to one side. He caught the elf as Legolas nearly collided with the ground. “Come now, Legolas. Sam’s cooking isn’t that bad.”
Legolas stared up at the dwarf, his eyes wide. “Sam?”
Gimli nodded. “Yes. Sam worked very hard to make you something to eat,” he answered, gazing worriedly at the elf in his arms.
Legolas’ eyes began to glaze over, his body becoming heavy as the spinning increased. He could barely hear the dwarf talking to him, shaking him. Could barely hear Gimli call for help as the spinning forest began to darken, the shadows creeping from the edge of his vision.
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Now
Legolas laid perfectly still as his master fastened the chains to the posts at the head of the bed. He stared at the ceiling, wincing as Frodo began rubbing oil over his bruised and bloodied body. When his master decided that he was well coated, he poured the remainder of the oil in his hands and worked it through Legolas’ hair.
Frodo smiled as he studied the elf, seeing how the candlelight reflected off of his pet’s glistening body. “Sam is going to love seeing you like this, my pet,” he said, stroking Legolas’ cheek. “All bare and spread, like a feast.”
Frodo frowned suddenly, his eyes roving over the elf before glancing at the pile of toys. “Something’s missing, my little whore.” He quickly went through the toys he had gathered before jumping off the bed and running to the closet.
Legolas whimpered quietly, watching as his master threw open the door. The closet was where his masters kept their favorite, and most painful, toys.
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A/N: Poor Legolas *evil grin*
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/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, unable to sleep, stared blankly at the ceiling. It had been three days since Legolas had been taken and he was beginning to think he would never see his friend again. ‘No,’ Merry thought. ‘They’ll bring him back once Sam returns.’
He didn’t really believe that. Judging by the injuries Legolas always had when he returned, they were far from gentle. Merry knew they would kill the elf one of these days. ‘I almost wish they would, at least then he would be free.’
Merry sighed, feeling guilty about what he’d just thought, no matter that it was true.
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2 years ago
Merry and Pippin watched as Aragorn tried to get Legolas to eat. The elf hadn’t eaten since the attack nearly a week ago and everyone, except Frodo and Sam, had expressed concern. Legolas had already been too thin, in the hobbits’ opinion, but now he was practically nothing but skin and bones.
Aragorn had told them he had expected something like this to happen, but he was still worried. If Legolas didn’t eat soon, they would have to force him. Merry hoped it wouldn’t come to that, the elf already shied away from them. If they had to force him to do anything, Merry was afraid he might run from them. He doubted any of them would be able to catch a frightened elf.
He sighed and turned his attention to the two older hobbits. Frodo and Sam seemed not the least concerned about Legolas’ health. They didn’t even spare the elf a glance as they whispered quietly to each other.
Merry frowned and looked away. Something was very wrong with those two and he was certain it had something to do with the ring. He had spoken to Pippin about it when they had landed on the slopes of Amon Hen hours earlier, and they had agreed to watch them very closely.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now
Legolas greedily ate the pieces of fruit out of his master’s hand, surprised that the reward his master had promised him was in fact a real reward. He had been expecting more pain, which was his master’s usual definition of reward.
Frodo laughed at his pet’s hunger, squeezing the juices from a peach and forcing Legolas to lick his fingers. “You’re very hungry today, aren’t you, my pet?” He smiled and chose a cherry from the assortment of fruit and held it up, close to his own mouth. “We’ll take care of that, won’t we?” he said, before sucking the cherry into his mouth. He leaned forward and grabbed Legolas by the hair, pulling him close for a rough kiss. After a few moments, he pushed the cherry into the elf’s mouth and broke the kiss, watching as Legolas forced himself to chew and swallow the fruit.
Frodo smirked and climbed off the bed and walked over to his trunk. “My Sam is returning today,” he said as he began searching through the trunk. “He’s going to be expecting a surprise.”
Legolas watched in dismay as Frodo laughed and pulled out a choke collar and two chains. He hated that collar. Every time he moved so much as an inch in any direction, the collar tightened, cutting off his ability to breath. It was a favorite toy of his other master and Legolas could only hope that was the sole toy used.
His hopes were dashed as his master pulled out a short pole, the pale wood stained red with blood. Another favorite toy.
Frodo smiled as he gathered up the collar, chains, and pole and went to dump them on the end of the bed, before returning to the trunk to grab a few things Legolas couldn’t identify. The hobbit was practically skipping as he returned to the bed, smirking at the elf. He climbed up on the bed and grabbed the collar “It’s time to get ready for tonight, my little whore,” he said, fastening the collar tightly around the elf’s neck.
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2 years ago
Legolas choked down the broth Gimli had convinced him to eat, his stomach protesting the sudden re-introduction of food. He placed his hand over his mouth, trying to force the food to stay down.
Gimli glared worriedly at the elf. “Don’t you dare throw up, elf!”
Legolas looked at him, feeling slightly dizzy. He wanted to obey his friend, but he wasn’t sure his body agreed with him. He blinked as the dizziness increased, the forest seemingly beginning to spin. He didn’t feel well at all.
Gimli frowned at the elf’s sudden paleness and the way he was beginning to list to one side. He caught the elf as Legolas nearly collided with the ground. “Come now, Legolas. Sam’s cooking isn’t that bad.”
Legolas stared up at the dwarf, his eyes wide. “Sam?”
Gimli nodded. “Yes. Sam worked very hard to make you something to eat,” he answered, gazing worriedly at the elf in his arms.
Legolas’ eyes began to glaze over, his body becoming heavy as the spinning increased. He could barely hear the dwarf talking to him, shaking him. Could barely hear Gimli call for help as the spinning forest began to darken, the shadows creeping from the edge of his vision.
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Now
Legolas laid perfectly still as his master fastened the chains to the posts at the head of the bed. He stared at the ceiling, wincing as Frodo began rubbing oil over his bruised and bloodied body. When his master decided that he was well coated, he poured the remainder of the oil in his hands and worked it through Legolas’ hair.
Frodo smiled as he studied the elf, seeing how the candlelight reflected off of his pet’s glistening body. “Sam is going to love seeing you like this, my pet,” he said, stroking Legolas’ cheek. “All bare and spread, like a feast.”
Frodo frowned suddenly, his eyes roving over the elf before glancing at the pile of toys. “Something’s missing, my little whore.” He quickly went through the toys he had gathered before jumping off the bed and running to the closet.
Legolas whimpered quietly, watching as his master threw open the door. The closet was where his masters kept their favorite, and most painful, toys.
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A/N: Poor Legolas *evil grin*