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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,033
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Maelstrom
A/N:The reviews spurned me on and so I wrote another chapter yesterday and had it beta-read by Susan. But I cannot promise that I will continue at this rate. I already stated in the last chapter, that I am currently writing my thesis for university. Take your seats, fasten seat-belts and enjoy your ride on the maelstrom of my imagination.
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Legolas lay there, eyes open, on the bed, waiting for Elrond to return. Surely he must be coming back soon? It was late... almost too late for his last feeding of the day.
He had grown used to these feedings, almost looked forward to them because they were the only activities that broke the daily period of waiting... hour... after hour... after hour. Hours that let him feel his loneliness.
How should Legolas have known that this was part of the Elf-lord’s strategy to break him?!
No, that could not be the case! The one thing he took comfort in could not be the key to Elrond’s manipulation.Could it?
And so he latched onto every morsel of kindness thrown at him, no matter how small the gesture. A behaviour coming naturally to someone, everyone, too long starved of affection.
Affection he so desperately needed, as he had never in his entire life gone without another’s comfort. Always there had been his father...
And now?
In his mind's eye, he saw himself standing amidst a great plain... a maelstrom of darkness and lightning overhead, burned earth and dead grass beneath his feet... a vast emptiness stretching out beyond his vision. It was his life... or rather... what had become of it.
'Father...' he sent out his thoughts, 'I need you. Ada? Ada, where are you... I cannot find you.... I am lost.'
But he received only silence in return. His thoughts died away, pulled into the maelstrom, never to return.
A single tear escaped his control and slid down his left cheek. Defiantly he brushed it away. No, he would not cry... Sniffing, he rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hands. He was a prince, and princes did not cry!
Turning his thoughts to a different matter, Legolas looked along his body. It had filled out again; the sharp angles were mostly gone. He looked... well... he looked good. How ironic to think that!
He was pulled from his musings as the door opened and Elrond stepped into the room. Balancing a tray in one hand, he closed the door with the other.
"Ah, there you are..." the elder Elf said.
As if Legolas had a say in the matter!
"I know, I am late... but I had to prepare something...." Here Elrond looked up and grinned at the younger Elf. ". . . just for you!"
Crossing the room, he held the mug with the gruel meant for his patient.
Legolas frowned at Elrond, who simply smiled, sat down on the bed and began to fill the feeding bag, "You will see..."
Nimble fingers connected the bag to the gag and manipulated the gruel to slowly flow down the tubing. Legolas could feel how the gruel expanded the tubing as it passed his oesophagus - not the most comfortable of feelings but he had grown used to it - and released into his stomach.
A few minutes into the process, an odd lethargy overcame him. He felt most odd... drowsy all of a sudden... his eyes wanted to close of their own accord. Again and again he had to force them open....
He lifted his hands to rub at his eyes but Elrond caught and held them. "Do not fight it, little princeling."
Legolas gave him a puzzled look, his numbed mind not quite able to grasp what was happening to him. And so Elrond explained: "I added something to your gruel to make you sleep... a sedative... do not fight against it, for it is a fight you cannot win. Sleep... and when you wake up all will be well.... Well, almost."
He heard Elrond speak, but Legolas could not understand the words, for they were muffled and would not penetrate the dense fog that had wrapped itself around his mind, separating him from the world beyond. Leaden lids fell close and the world around him faded into sweet nothingness... he sighed.
Elrond smiled at the sleeping beauty that lay in front of him and tenderly stroked away a silver strand of hair which had fallen into Legolas' face.
Taking a deep breath, the Elf-lord straightened. "Let us begin, then!"
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@ Hhs & Ertia: Has nobody told you yet? I am evil and (one of my favorite sayings from a fellow author - evendim) I have a reputation as monster to uphold.
@ Carinito: Dead! authors cannot write a story, keep that in mind when you plot my murder, * cackles evily* It's upon you to decide if you want to enjoy the rather temporally satisfaction of murdeing me or would like to continue to read this story.
@ Naira: Thank you... *hugs*
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Legolas lay there, eyes open, on the bed, waiting for Elrond to return. Surely he must be coming back soon? It was late... almost too late for his last feeding of the day.
He had grown used to these feedings, almost looked forward to them because they were the only activities that broke the daily period of waiting... hour... after hour... after hour. Hours that let him feel his loneliness.
How should Legolas have known that this was part of the Elf-lord’s strategy to break him?!
No, that could not be the case! The one thing he took comfort in could not be the key to Elrond’s manipulation.Could it?
And so he latched onto every morsel of kindness thrown at him, no matter how small the gesture. A behaviour coming naturally to someone, everyone, too long starved of affection.
Affection he so desperately needed, as he had never in his entire life gone without another’s comfort. Always there had been his father...
And now?
In his mind's eye, he saw himself standing amidst a great plain... a maelstrom of darkness and lightning overhead, burned earth and dead grass beneath his feet... a vast emptiness stretching out beyond his vision. It was his life... or rather... what had become of it.
'Father...' he sent out his thoughts, 'I need you. Ada? Ada, where are you... I cannot find you.... I am lost.'
But he received only silence in return. His thoughts died away, pulled into the maelstrom, never to return.
A single tear escaped his control and slid down his left cheek. Defiantly he brushed it away. No, he would not cry... Sniffing, he rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hands. He was a prince, and princes did not cry!
Turning his thoughts to a different matter, Legolas looked along his body. It had filled out again; the sharp angles were mostly gone. He looked... well... he looked good. How ironic to think that!
He was pulled from his musings as the door opened and Elrond stepped into the room. Balancing a tray in one hand, he closed the door with the other.
"Ah, there you are..." the elder Elf said.
As if Legolas had a say in the matter!
"I know, I am late... but I had to prepare something...." Here Elrond looked up and grinned at the younger Elf. ". . . just for you!"
Crossing the room, he held the mug with the gruel meant for his patient.
Legolas frowned at Elrond, who simply smiled, sat down on the bed and began to fill the feeding bag, "You will see..."
Nimble fingers connected the bag to the gag and manipulated the gruel to slowly flow down the tubing. Legolas could feel how the gruel expanded the tubing as it passed his oesophagus - not the most comfortable of feelings but he had grown used to it - and released into his stomach.
A few minutes into the process, an odd lethargy overcame him. He felt most odd... drowsy all of a sudden... his eyes wanted to close of their own accord. Again and again he had to force them open....
He lifted his hands to rub at his eyes but Elrond caught and held them. "Do not fight it, little princeling."
Legolas gave him a puzzled look, his numbed mind not quite able to grasp what was happening to him. And so Elrond explained: "I added something to your gruel to make you sleep... a sedative... do not fight against it, for it is a fight you cannot win. Sleep... and when you wake up all will be well.... Well, almost."
He heard Elrond speak, but Legolas could not understand the words, for they were muffled and would not penetrate the dense fog that had wrapped itself around his mind, separating him from the world beyond. Leaden lids fell close and the world around him faded into sweet nothingness... he sighed.
Elrond smiled at the sleeping beauty that lay in front of him and tenderly stroked away a silver strand of hair which had fallen into Legolas' face.
Taking a deep breath, the Elf-lord straightened. "Let us begin, then!"
°°°°°TBC°°°°°
@ Hhs & Ertia: Has nobody told you yet? I am evil and (one of my favorite sayings from a fellow author - evendim) I have a reputation as monster to uphold.
@ Carinito: Dead! authors cannot write a story, keep that in mind when you plot my murder, * cackles evily* It's upon you to decide if you want to enjoy the rather temporally satisfaction of murdeing me or would like to continue to read this story.
@ Naira: Thank you... *hugs*