Strong Bonds to Strong Wills
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,793
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Distress (very disturbing)
~ Hmm. I like Elrohir better than Elladan. I like Aragorn better than Boromir. But I still haven’t decided whether to make this an L/A, L/E, or an L/Elrohir yet. I have seen too many Legolas/Elrond and Legolas/Aragorn stories, but I guess one more wouldn’t be that bad. But still contemplating on that… If you would like, please review and tell me your vote on which you would like to see. I have actually written this story for ff.net and it is completed, but I can change it to fit everyone’s needs. =)
Chapter 6: Distress
WARNING: NON-CON!! NON-CON!! Run screaming for your life! AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kuellen slowly opened his eyes and saw six concerned faces looking down at him. It was blurry at first, but when Kuellen blinked a couple of times, his sight focused, and he saw the faces of his family looking at him.
“Thank Elbereth, you’re awake!” Elissa sighed.
“W-wha-”
“Shh,” King Thranduil whispered, placing a hand on Kuellen’s shoulder. “You need to rest. The healer pulled the arrow from your back and stitched up that nasty wound of yours. Naraden sent word to me what happened, and Melenor and I came back as fast as we can.”
Kuellen’s eyes then widened. “Legolas!” he cried out. “Oh gods! We must go after them!”
“After who?” Illiphir asked.
“The men who abducted her!” Kuellen replied. “They attacked us and took her!”
“Yes, I know,” Tranduil said. “We figured as much when she was not with you when you returned. We have gathered fifty guards of my army. Once they are ready, we pursue these men immediately.”
“And we are coming too!” Darion piped up. The rest of his brothers all nodded in agreement, stating that they are coming as well.
“We will rescue Legolas and punish these men for their actions,” Naraden said with determination.
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The leader of the men pulled Legolas off of his horse and dismounted himself as the other four did the same.
“Unhand me, you pathetic creature!” Legolas cried, struggling to free herself from the man’s tight grip. They have been riding for an hour before they reached a small cottage. It looked like a fairly good sized four-room cottage. In desperation, she reached for the arrows in the quiver of the man’s back, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled it away, chuckling as if amused at Legolas’s futile attempt.
The leader pulled Legolas into the house while the others followed. “Here is the comfort of our home,” he stated. He pushed Legolas into the middle of the room. Legolas stumbled a bit, then turned around and glared at the man.
“Make yourself comfortable, little princess,” he said.
Legolas narrowed her eyes. “You know who I am,” she said. “Will it hurt to know who you are?”
The man smiled. “No, I guess it won’t. My name is Liand. These are my associates, Tarig, Lenimir, Horlax, and the one who just went into the kitchen is Menothil.” He winked. “When he saw you, he was excited and shocked at how you looked. I’m sure he would want to know you more.”
“Well, too bad for him,” Legolas stated. “He’ll be in pain by the time I am through showing him how much I loathe him and all of you and this-” she gestured the room, “pathetic excuse for housing!”
Liand’s frowned menacingly, and he grabbed Legolas by the wrist. “I see you are not appreciating my hospitality,” he scowled.
“Hospitality?!” Legolas squeaked. “‘Tis nothing but a prison decorated as a house to deceive.”
Growling, Liand dragged Legolas to a room on the left adjacent to the main living room. Liand’s four companions followed him into the bedroom, knowing what he will do and wanting to be there to take the next dibs. Legolas turned to see that he had pulled her to a small bedroom. A nightstand stood next to the bed, and further towards the right of the room placed a wooden bath with a bucket and a towel.
“I will show you what it is like to be under our possession,” Liand menacingly hissed. He threw Legolas onto the bed and climbed up after her. Legolas tried to roll off the bed, but Liand’s body pinned her down.
“What in Elbereth are you doing?!” Legolas shouted. “Get off of me!”
Liand grasped her left wrist and tied it to the left bed post. It was much easier to tie her right wrist to the other bed post her her other hand securely bound. Liand sat back up and looked down at her, his eyes taking in everything of Legolas’s being. Her face was slightly flushed from the struggle, and she panted slightly from the work of trying to get free.
“Gods, you tempt a man,” Liand said, his eyes full of lust. “I want to be the first to fuck you.”
Legolas frowned in confusion. “What?” she asked.
“I want to fuck you so hard you will be screaming,” Liand stated.
“W-what is ‘fuck’ s-supposed to mean?”
The five men stared at her. Was this girl so innocent that she did not know what it means to have sex? Of course, in elven standards, she is still a kid. She has not been exposed to the concept of sex yet. But that will change soon enough, Liand thought to himself.
“You’ll see, my sweet,” Liand smiled. He pushed the skirt of her dress up to her waist and, spreading her thighs, sat between them. He unlaced his pants and pulled them off, along with his boots. Legolas, now starting to get the idea of what “fuck” is supposed to mean, started to thrash about on the bed.
“W-wait!!” she shouted. “No! Stop this!” She tried to kick out, but Liand dodged out of the way.
“Too late, my little princess,” Liand said, rubbing his length to hardness.
“N-no! Please!” Legolas cried out in desperation as tears started to form in her eyes. She did not want this! No! This is unnatural to her, and she certainly did not want to go through this at such an early age. Weren’t people supposed to do this until they have past their age of consent? Looking at his length, she also knew how huge it was compared to the place he will about to impale it in. She did not think it would fit; even if it were, she guessed it would be painful.
Liand spread Legolas’s legs wider and moved forward until the tip of his penis touched Legolas’s vaginal opening. He started to push until the tip of his erection was breached, but he did not stop there. He continued until he reached the spot that marked the princess’s virginity. Legolas whimpered as she was painfully stretched, her guts burning. The four other men hovering behind Liand started to encourage him to continue, as their pants all of a sudden became a little tight.
“I’m sorry I have to break this,” he said. “But it has to be done.”
He then shoved himself forward, tearing her virgin membrane and fully sheathing himself into her.
Stars exploded in front of Legolas’s eyes as unbelievable pain radiated throughout her whole body. In her whole life she never felt anything like this before. But then again, she hasn’t been living that long. Oh gods, what pain!
With her eyes bulging and as wide as saucers from the pain, Legolas screamed her heart out, her voice carrying out to distant lands for everyone to hear of her agony and abuse.
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Thranduil, his company of fifty guards, and his six sons had split up to more efficiently comb the vast woods before them. Thranduil’s children stayed with their father, and they continued their search for Legolas. They had been traveling for almost an hour in desperate search of any trace or clue of their little sister. Elissa stayed home in case a messenger sent word of Legolas’s whereabouts or condition.
Their sharp elven ears heard a faint scream pierce the air, so faint no human ear could hear it. As silent as the forest was even with the high pitched scream, it was enough to disturb the birds from their perches and to send the rabbits scrambling. It seemed that it came from a long distance away, but the sufferer seemed to be in so much agony, its voice of torment coul hea heard throughout the lands.
All of a sudden, Illiphir doubled over in pain. He clutched his stomach and gasped as the pain overcame him. This pain was by far worse than the pain he experienced from an arrow wound. Curling up to relieve some of the pain, he fell off his horse. His brothers and Thranduil all exclaimed in surprise and dismounted, hurrying over to Illiphir’s side.
“Illiphir?” Thranduil asked. “What is happening? Are you all right?”
Illiphir could not answer even if he wanted to. He squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in pain, his screams matching those of the screams that belonged to the distant voice.
~ Yes, what Illiphir felt was Legolas’s pain. Their bond is so strong, they could practically feel each other’s emotions and physical feelings. Poor Illiphir. Or more of poor Legolas, I mean.
I know. I have a sick mind. Very sick. Extremely sick. Terribly sick.
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Chapter 6: Distress
WARNING: NON-CON!! NON-CON!! Run screaming for your life! AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kuellen slowly opened his eyes and saw six concerned faces looking down at him. It was blurry at first, but when Kuellen blinked a couple of times, his sight focused, and he saw the faces of his family looking at him.
“Thank Elbereth, you’re awake!” Elissa sighed.
“W-wha-”
“Shh,” King Thranduil whispered, placing a hand on Kuellen’s shoulder. “You need to rest. The healer pulled the arrow from your back and stitched up that nasty wound of yours. Naraden sent word to me what happened, and Melenor and I came back as fast as we can.”
Kuellen’s eyes then widened. “Legolas!” he cried out. “Oh gods! We must go after them!”
“After who?” Illiphir asked.
“The men who abducted her!” Kuellen replied. “They attacked us and took her!”
“Yes, I know,” Tranduil said. “We figured as much when she was not with you when you returned. We have gathered fifty guards of my army. Once they are ready, we pursue these men immediately.”
“And we are coming too!” Darion piped up. The rest of his brothers all nodded in agreement, stating that they are coming as well.
“We will rescue Legolas and punish these men for their actions,” Naraden said with determination.
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
The leader of the men pulled Legolas off of his horse and dismounted himself as the other four did the same.
“Unhand me, you pathetic creature!” Legolas cried, struggling to free herself from the man’s tight grip. They have been riding for an hour before they reached a small cottage. It looked like a fairly good sized four-room cottage. In desperation, she reached for the arrows in the quiver of the man’s back, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled it away, chuckling as if amused at Legolas’s futile attempt.
The leader pulled Legolas into the house while the others followed. “Here is the comfort of our home,” he stated. He pushed Legolas into the middle of the room. Legolas stumbled a bit, then turned around and glared at the man.
“Make yourself comfortable, little princess,” he said.
Legolas narrowed her eyes. “You know who I am,” she said. “Will it hurt to know who you are?”
The man smiled. “No, I guess it won’t. My name is Liand. These are my associates, Tarig, Lenimir, Horlax, and the one who just went into the kitchen is Menothil.” He winked. “When he saw you, he was excited and shocked at how you looked. I’m sure he would want to know you more.”
“Well, too bad for him,” Legolas stated. “He’ll be in pain by the time I am through showing him how much I loathe him and all of you and this-” she gestured the room, “pathetic excuse for housing!”
Liand’s frowned menacingly, and he grabbed Legolas by the wrist. “I see you are not appreciating my hospitality,” he scowled.
“Hospitality?!” Legolas squeaked. “‘Tis nothing but a prison decorated as a house to deceive.”
Growling, Liand dragged Legolas to a room on the left adjacent to the main living room. Liand’s four companions followed him into the bedroom, knowing what he will do and wanting to be there to take the next dibs. Legolas turned to see that he had pulled her to a small bedroom. A nightstand stood next to the bed, and further towards the right of the room placed a wooden bath with a bucket and a towel.
“I will show you what it is like to be under our possession,” Liand menacingly hissed. He threw Legolas onto the bed and climbed up after her. Legolas tried to roll off the bed, but Liand’s body pinned her down.
“What in Elbereth are you doing?!” Legolas shouted. “Get off of me!”
Liand grasped her left wrist and tied it to the left bed post. It was much easier to tie her right wrist to the other bed post her her other hand securely bound. Liand sat back up and looked down at her, his eyes taking in everything of Legolas’s being. Her face was slightly flushed from the struggle, and she panted slightly from the work of trying to get free.
“Gods, you tempt a man,” Liand said, his eyes full of lust. “I want to be the first to fuck you.”
Legolas frowned in confusion. “What?” she asked.
“I want to fuck you so hard you will be screaming,” Liand stated.
“W-what is ‘fuck’ s-supposed to mean?”
The five men stared at her. Was this girl so innocent that she did not know what it means to have sex? Of course, in elven standards, she is still a kid. She has not been exposed to the concept of sex yet. But that will change soon enough, Liand thought to himself.
“You’ll see, my sweet,” Liand smiled. He pushed the skirt of her dress up to her waist and, spreading her thighs, sat between them. He unlaced his pants and pulled them off, along with his boots. Legolas, now starting to get the idea of what “fuck” is supposed to mean, started to thrash about on the bed.
“W-wait!!” she shouted. “No! Stop this!” She tried to kick out, but Liand dodged out of the way.
“Too late, my little princess,” Liand said, rubbing his length to hardness.
“N-no! Please!” Legolas cried out in desperation as tears started to form in her eyes. She did not want this! No! This is unnatural to her, and she certainly did not want to go through this at such an early age. Weren’t people supposed to do this until they have past their age of consent? Looking at his length, she also knew how huge it was compared to the place he will about to impale it in. She did not think it would fit; even if it were, she guessed it would be painful.
Liand spread Legolas’s legs wider and moved forward until the tip of his penis touched Legolas’s vaginal opening. He started to push until the tip of his erection was breached, but he did not stop there. He continued until he reached the spot that marked the princess’s virginity. Legolas whimpered as she was painfully stretched, her guts burning. The four other men hovering behind Liand started to encourage him to continue, as their pants all of a sudden became a little tight.
“I’m sorry I have to break this,” he said. “But it has to be done.”
He then shoved himself forward, tearing her virgin membrane and fully sheathing himself into her.
Stars exploded in front of Legolas’s eyes as unbelievable pain radiated throughout her whole body. In her whole life she never felt anything like this before. But then again, she hasn’t been living that long. Oh gods, what pain!
With her eyes bulging and as wide as saucers from the pain, Legolas screamed her heart out, her voice carrying out to distant lands for everyone to hear of her agony and abuse.
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
Thranduil, his company of fifty guards, and his six sons had split up to more efficiently comb the vast woods before them. Thranduil’s children stayed with their father, and they continued their search for Legolas. They had been traveling for almost an hour in desperate search of any trace or clue of their little sister. Elissa stayed home in case a messenger sent word of Legolas’s whereabouts or condition.
Their sharp elven ears heard a faint scream pierce the air, so faint no human ear could hear it. As silent as the forest was even with the high pitched scream, it was enough to disturb the birds from their perches and to send the rabbits scrambling. It seemed that it came from a long distance away, but the sufferer seemed to be in so much agony, its voice of torment coul hea heard throughout the lands.
All of a sudden, Illiphir doubled over in pain. He clutched his stomach and gasped as the pain overcame him. This pain was by far worse than the pain he experienced from an arrow wound. Curling up to relieve some of the pain, he fell off his horse. His brothers and Thranduil all exclaimed in surprise and dismounted, hurrying over to Illiphir’s side.
“Illiphir?” Thranduil asked. “What is happening? Are you all right?”
Illiphir could not answer even if he wanted to. He squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in pain, his screams matching those of the screams that belonged to the distant voice.
~ Yes, what Illiphir felt was Legolas’s pain. Their bond is so strong, they could practically feel each other’s emotions and physical feelings. Poor Illiphir. Or more of poor Legolas, I mean.
I know. I have a sick mind. Very sick. Extremely sick. Terribly sick.
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