As Sparks Fly Upwards
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CHAPTER 6
AS SPARKS FLY UPWARDS
BY JOXIE
Title : As Sparks Fly Upwards
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Elrond/Legolas Thranduil/Aranel AU
Summary : Trouble Finds Legolas
Warning : Mpreg
Rating : NC17 Slash Adult Themes
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And Make NO Money From My Writings.
CHAPTER SIX
The human was chained to a wooden post his hands high above his head. Blood streaked his bare chest his face was bruised one eye black and closed. Blood ran from his nose and that was not the worst of it.
The smell of burning flesh tainted the air as the brand was pressed against a nipple. He screamed and cursed his voice weakening with every successive hiss as the hot metal seared his flesh.
His tormentor stepped away and said, “You know me don‘t you ?”
From between bruised lips the victum whispered, “No, mercy I’ve never seen you before in my life what have I ever done to you……..” The voice ended on a scream as a vicious punch snapped his head around.
“You stole my Legolas, my son” the slavers eyes widened, “So it is all becoming clearer now,” the impressive elf sneered.
“By my last breath your son is in Rivendell in its Lord’s house”, desperation coloured every word the man said.
“Why should I believe you a slaver who would sell his own sister if the price were right.” He reached for the branding iron again.
“My study the stock book” he babbled his face taking on a look of pure terror at the malevolent cast of the elf’s features.
Thranduil waited as one of his warriors went and looked for the book. Once it was in his hand he began to read the man it seemed had a wide variety of stock - elves, half elves, hobbits, human’s even dwarves.
Thranduil’s distaste grew as he kept on reading. Then he came to -
Young pretty blond elf male(Mirkwood)name Legolas. Training - light deprivation food water limited whipped several times likewise beaten plus usual other breaking methods.
Ready for sale portrait and details circulated. Enquiries - Theodred of Rohan and Elrond of Rivendell.
Price agreed 2 purses of gold and an elf horse(gelding)pre paid by Elrond - Legolas collected deal concluded.
“Two purses of gold” Thranduil pondered.
“Elf gold is the purest” whimpered the man.
“And horse you can’t breed from you certainly valued my son.” Thranduil picked up the branding iron and walked over to the slaver saying, “I shall show you your worth” he thrust the red hot metal straight through the man’s black heart. Not even giving him time for a final scream.
Pulling the brand free he ordered two of his warriors to dump the body with the rest of the trash. Thranduil’s next order was to open the cells and take the ex-slaves to the main hall. Where they could be fed and given treatment by the healers if they needed it.
Minutes later a warrior reported back that there were two of there own people plus a Rivendell elf and three half elves among the liberated. Also one dwarf and about twenty humans.
“Put a guard on the elf from Rivendell and when he has been tended too bring him to me” was Thranduil’s only reaction.
An hour passed before a raven haired elf was brought before him. Dressed in a shabby tunic and creased leggings.
“Your name or would you rather I looked it up ?” Thranduil said and held the stock book up.
“Simi, my Lord” the voice didn’t shake but the elf did.
A small tight smile graced the King’s face, “You are going to deliver a message to your Lord Elrond for me.”
“A message ?” the shaking didn’t stop was the Mirkwood King going to remove his head and send it to Lord Elrond pickled in a jar of vinegar. Rumour said he was mad enough to do that and worse.
Dry humour lit Thranduil’s eyes, “Sealed with red wax and maybe a ribbon.
Simi now looked confused and frightened, “My Lord…” he mumbled.
“Tomorrow you will be given provisions, a horse and even weapons. Rest while you can and try not to get captured on your way home or I shall be most displeased” Thrandruil turned away the audience clearly over. Simi was lead away by his guards.
As the sun rose in the morning sky Simi was taken from the main hall. Given everything he would need for his journey back home. He was also handed a small ebony box that held Thranduil’s message. With relief he rode away ever so glad that he was heading for Rivendell.
Even a fresh new day didn’t ease the atmosphere that hung about in the slavers house. It stank of pain, fear and humiliation.
Thranduil didn’t want to spend another day here but really had no choice. He entered the main hall and silence came down like a curtain. He gazed at the uncertain faces before him.
“You are all free to go though for those who want it I extend sanctuary in my kingdom. Where shelter and work will be found for all.”
All the female humans accepted this kind offer. Too ashamed to return to there familes thinking it was better they thought them dead. So did the three half elves who felt blessed to be offered a home in one of the elfan kingdoms.
Gimli son of Gloin gruffly refused but swore should Thranduil ever need aid. He would be there with his own warriors to fight by his side. An offer that was gracefully accepted and they parted with a quiet respect for each other.
The male humans also refused all eager to return to there homes. Much to Thranduil’s relief he had no fancy for there type in his kingdom. Men in many ways were worst than the majority of dwarfs in his opinion.
Thranduil looked at the human women which were left and could not regret his decision. None of them could be over seventeen summers old and they looked so broken. It was obvious they had not escaped being used pain radiated from them.
His opinion of mankind sunk even lower if that were possible. But these women would heal in Mirkwood and hopefully have fruitful lifes there.
The rest of that day Thranduil had his warriors search the slavers house from top to bottom. They found his old stock books and stripped the place of anything of value.
In the early evening a torch was put to the place and as it lit the sky. Thranduil lead his people away disappearing into the night and away from any danger.
TBC
BY JOXIE
Title : As Sparks Fly Upwards
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Elrond/Legolas Thranduil/Aranel AU
Summary : Trouble Finds Legolas
Warning : Mpreg
Rating : NC17 Slash Adult Themes
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And Make NO Money From My Writings.
CHAPTER SIX
The human was chained to a wooden post his hands high above his head. Blood streaked his bare chest his face was bruised one eye black and closed. Blood ran from his nose and that was not the worst of it.
The smell of burning flesh tainted the air as the brand was pressed against a nipple. He screamed and cursed his voice weakening with every successive hiss as the hot metal seared his flesh.
His tormentor stepped away and said, “You know me don‘t you ?”
From between bruised lips the victum whispered, “No, mercy I’ve never seen you before in my life what have I ever done to you……..” The voice ended on a scream as a vicious punch snapped his head around.
“You stole my Legolas, my son” the slavers eyes widened, “So it is all becoming clearer now,” the impressive elf sneered.
“By my last breath your son is in Rivendell in its Lord’s house”, desperation coloured every word the man said.
“Why should I believe you a slaver who would sell his own sister if the price were right.” He reached for the branding iron again.
“My study the stock book” he babbled his face taking on a look of pure terror at the malevolent cast of the elf’s features.
Thranduil waited as one of his warriors went and looked for the book. Once it was in his hand he began to read the man it seemed had a wide variety of stock - elves, half elves, hobbits, human’s even dwarves.
Thranduil’s distaste grew as he kept on reading. Then he came to -
Young pretty blond elf male(Mirkwood)name Legolas. Training - light deprivation food water limited whipped several times likewise beaten plus usual other breaking methods.
Ready for sale portrait and details circulated. Enquiries - Theodred of Rohan and Elrond of Rivendell.
Price agreed 2 purses of gold and an elf horse(gelding)pre paid by Elrond - Legolas collected deal concluded.
“Two purses of gold” Thranduil pondered.
“Elf gold is the purest” whimpered the man.
“And horse you can’t breed from you certainly valued my son.” Thranduil picked up the branding iron and walked over to the slaver saying, “I shall show you your worth” he thrust the red hot metal straight through the man’s black heart. Not even giving him time for a final scream.
Pulling the brand free he ordered two of his warriors to dump the body with the rest of the trash. Thranduil’s next order was to open the cells and take the ex-slaves to the main hall. Where they could be fed and given treatment by the healers if they needed it.
Minutes later a warrior reported back that there were two of there own people plus a Rivendell elf and three half elves among the liberated. Also one dwarf and about twenty humans.
“Put a guard on the elf from Rivendell and when he has been tended too bring him to me” was Thranduil’s only reaction.
An hour passed before a raven haired elf was brought before him. Dressed in a shabby tunic and creased leggings.
“Your name or would you rather I looked it up ?” Thranduil said and held the stock book up.
“Simi, my Lord” the voice didn’t shake but the elf did.
A small tight smile graced the King’s face, “You are going to deliver a message to your Lord Elrond for me.”
“A message ?” the shaking didn’t stop was the Mirkwood King going to remove his head and send it to Lord Elrond pickled in a jar of vinegar. Rumour said he was mad enough to do that and worse.
Dry humour lit Thranduil’s eyes, “Sealed with red wax and maybe a ribbon.
Simi now looked confused and frightened, “My Lord…” he mumbled.
“Tomorrow you will be given provisions, a horse and even weapons. Rest while you can and try not to get captured on your way home or I shall be most displeased” Thrandruil turned away the audience clearly over. Simi was lead away by his guards.
As the sun rose in the morning sky Simi was taken from the main hall. Given everything he would need for his journey back home. He was also handed a small ebony box that held Thranduil’s message. With relief he rode away ever so glad that he was heading for Rivendell.
Even a fresh new day didn’t ease the atmosphere that hung about in the slavers house. It stank of pain, fear and humiliation.
Thranduil didn’t want to spend another day here but really had no choice. He entered the main hall and silence came down like a curtain. He gazed at the uncertain faces before him.
“You are all free to go though for those who want it I extend sanctuary in my kingdom. Where shelter and work will be found for all.”
All the female humans accepted this kind offer. Too ashamed to return to there familes thinking it was better they thought them dead. So did the three half elves who felt blessed to be offered a home in one of the elfan kingdoms.
Gimli son of Gloin gruffly refused but swore should Thranduil ever need aid. He would be there with his own warriors to fight by his side. An offer that was gracefully accepted and they parted with a quiet respect for each other.
The male humans also refused all eager to return to there homes. Much to Thranduil’s relief he had no fancy for there type in his kingdom. Men in many ways were worst than the majority of dwarfs in his opinion.
Thranduil looked at the human women which were left and could not regret his decision. None of them could be over seventeen summers old and they looked so broken. It was obvious they had not escaped being used pain radiated from them.
His opinion of mankind sunk even lower if that were possible. But these women would heal in Mirkwood and hopefully have fruitful lifes there.
The rest of that day Thranduil had his warriors search the slavers house from top to bottom. They found his old stock books and stripped the place of anything of value.
In the early evening a torch was put to the place and as it lit the sky. Thranduil lead his people away disappearing into the night and away from any danger.
TBC