The Ogre

Title: The Ogre
Author: Nauglamir
Author's Email: Nauglamir@charter.net
Pairings: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC17 or higher
Summary: An explicit story of the S/M relationship between Legolas & Gimli
Warning: BDSM to the Nth degree. Please, please be warned.
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of the JRR Tolkien Estate and I make no money from this at all.

With apologies to Patrick O'Leary who penned the great SUV poem "Nobody Knows it but Me"


The Ogre
By Nauglamir

There's a side to the Elf that nobody's seen,
Nobody's seen it but me.
'Tis a fit that takes him but once in a while
Once it grips him he cannot shake free.

A gift from his dear and sweet old sire,
How the bile burns when I think
How the old bastard's damaged this beautiful gem,
How he's driven him over the brink.

We travel alone now and it's for the best
When the mood on his face turns to spite
And he grabs my braids and spits into my face
"You're my whore, you ugly old sprite!"

I am strong, e'en for Dwarf folk, they say
And now I see they speak right
For I weather this tempest and play my part
'Til the storm has passed the long night.

"On your knees, my bitch," as he yanks my plait.
I obey and I tremble and fall
So gently he pulls my face up and belts me,
Full force so I stumble and sprawl.

Quicksilver, are the Elves called and he's faster than most
His knife's at my chin in a breath,
"I'll bugger you, girly, and you'll like it, I know"
His eyes bulge and his grip is like death.

For most of the time our love is so sweet
'Til this Ogre roars in his heart
But I noticed it first when Rohan was sieged
A slight sneer, then he rose to depart.

T'was only a glimmer of curl on the lip
But I saw it and guessed at the root,
For I'd seen it before in a house where I worked
In a seemingly harmless old coot.

Bewildered was I when I first heard this tale
But the girls bade me look past my scorn
"He works out his pain, besides - he's spelled by his woe.
His wife spared, if he comes to our dorm."

My heart wrung with grief, my fair Elven prince
Has a flaw in his jewel of a heart.
Should he go 'til his sanity returns to his head
I am only his true love in part.

My love io deo deep, my need is too great
To be parted, even for this.
I made my decision, right there on that wall
I will follow into that abyss.

I gambled that I had seen this aright
And I averted my gaze and spoke low
"Forgive me, my lord, I am ever your slave,
P'raps I have angered you now."

He turned hard and stared, he lifted my chin
"Do you know what you say, do you jest?"
"Nay my master, I jest not and I'll take what you've got.
For the love of you, deep in my chest."

I could see the fey mood was fanned by my words,
I could see his doubt war with his need.
"I'll go straight to our room and await my doom.
Please, lord, I am yours to make heed."

I looked back not and he heeled me in silence
When he closed the door his hand swung
And he slapped me full strength and hissed, "How did you know?"
His face red as if his, not my, cheek stung.

I answered him softly, "A wise woman told me,
You must let the Ogre come."
Inside it will eat you and ultimately beat you
Leaving you empty and numb."

"I would not hurt you, you ct set see me like this."
His breath ragged as he forced himself sane
"Let go," I urged, "You can hurt me not,
Lest you feel you must leave me again."

"Bitch!" "Yes." "Slut!" "Oh, yes." "I will make you beg!"
I trembled and slid to the floor
At the moment his hand closed on my braid
I succumbed and acted no more.

His hand sdowndown to fondle my cock
It was already hard, now it grew
I knew I blushed and my breath became gasps
As he sniggered "You want it, don't you?"

His strength seemed tenfold as he lifted my waist
He set my arse in place.
"I'll fuck this hole, give it up!" he roared
I whimpered and undid the lace.

Pinching a nipple, he gave it a twist
A small scream escaped my mouth.
"There's more where that came from, you hoary old whore"
Then he grabbed oil and headed south.

No kissing, no stroking he just oiled me up
And said, "Beg for it now," so I did.
His fingers entered me and held me apart
And I gave up whate'er I was bid.

My desire was enflamed as my buttocks he slapped
Each sting was a stoke to the fire,
I looked back at him fearful and his grin was a leer
"Hah! Does your cunt want its reward now?"

A sob left my throat as e'en did the "Aye.
Fuck my cunt, fuck my arse, fuck me now!"
"I'll fuck when I'mdy. dy. Why don't you say please?"
"Please, I beg you." "Yes, I'm ready, now."

He grabbed hold of the back of my thighs in a grip
And I pushed back to open to him,
He needed no hands as his elfdom was raised
It slid in, just the head, past my rim.

I expected a brutal attack of full length
But his motions were small, in and out.
"I can't afford to tear you, I need you still whole.
If you are to last the whole bout."

His care sounded evil, I knew I should fear
And I did but I wanted it still.
And his threat was not idle, his stamina known
To me. The words, meant to daunt, brought a thrill.

He pulled out, I turned round and reached for him but,
Full force, he slapped me down.
He pulled out leather thongs and caught my wrist
And then - and then I was bound.

First one wrist, then t'other, then he blindfolded me
And with a piece of wool spun about,
Made a bit for my mouth, took each end as reigns
And said, "There, now, you are my mount!"

Now his thrusts were in earnest. His passion, it rose
And his cock was hard in it's stroke,
It's long and it's curved and filled me fair in
And he picked up speed with each poke.

Now the fire in the forge that was Gimli awoke
And I bucked and near threw him right off
But his grip grew to steel and he cried "I control you!"
And by my hips he held me aloft.

My legs flailed and jolted and he cried again with glee,
"You are mine! Ride on, my steed!"
Then he drove his point home
And he shuddered so hard
And he bade me
"Now...take...my...seed!"

All was still and no sound came from my lover's lips
As he gently lowered me down,
The invader now withered and out of me slithered
But I was still blind and still bound.

And even if the wool had not silenced me then
I still would have made not a sound,
Long seconds went by before I again beheld sky
And his face, as he was coming aroun
He
He reached for the leather and stifled a cry
For blood from my wrists had run.
He looked ill as he pulled the wool from my mouth
"Ah, Valar, what have I done?"

His face, his dear face, was twisting in pain
His madness ran down my leg,
I caught him as he crumpled and he started to keen
"Now Gimli, it is I who will beg."

"Dear heart," I soothed but he heard me not
A cry came, a great, wracking sob.
As he tried ttch tch breath, his stomach did wretch
"My knife, dear, I'll finish the job."

I did not see his blade in his hand
Till the point reached his chest and dug in
But his body betrayed him as he shook far too much
To his grief and his tortured chagrin.

"Ah, let me die, let me die, my dear one.
How can we love after this?"
"If you let me, my kuzdling, I'll go ere you go,
Yea, e'en to a place such as this.

"I go to my death, Dwarf, can't you see that?
My aim is to die in this war.
The veils of Valinor are closed to me
That is what I'm fighting for.

"Beware the cry of the gulls" The Lady
Had warned him and I now saw the truth, plain and grim.
A sign to my prince that the one place where peace
Might be found would not open to him.

He turned a tear ruined face to me,
"I hope Estel will be king.
I hope Frodo and Sam will somehow prevail
But my own little war I can't win.

"Neither Aragorn, Frodo, or Sam fight alone
And neither shall you my dear heart,
Your war is my war, we shall fight side by side
Your bow, my axe, ne'er to part.

Against the darkness and its lord we prevailed,
Though we had not expected it thus
But the Halflings, in a most nightmarish tale,
Bought Sauron to ruin and dust.

Our lives were then busy but we took to the wilds
When the Ogre threatened its rage
And I now stand fast to every onslaught
'Til the beast is back in its cage.

Our cities of rock and wood we have built,
Sweet temples to earth and sky
And Gondor, rebuilt with our love, honors those
Who fought and those who did die.

The fairness of Ithilien won so much renown
That Thandruil announced his intent
To see the labors of his youngest son.
I wondered at the portent.

Legolas bade him welcome and showed his sire
The loveliness of that glade.
"I see that the Greenwood inspired you not,
After Lorien this has been made."

The smile died from my Prince's lips
His gaze sank to gro ground.
His Father went on with his list of complaints,
"The design is ungainly and the flets look unsound."

My temper is never held tight enough
And before I could hold it in check
I raged, "Do you call this a fit greeting to the lord of this place?
Would you show such lack of respect?"

"Ah," said the King, "I had heard that you
Had taken a Naugrim to your bed.
Perhaps it is best that your line does not grow."
Now I saw how the Ogre was fed.

Legolas stood with his head still bowed
I was sorry I had caused him shame
Then he lifted his gaze and all who stood nigh
Wondered, as he called his father's name.

"Thranduil, king in name alone,
No natural grace do I behold.
Your sad soul must be withered and stunted at the base
And whatever the cause, I'm not told.

But you shall not mar the fairness of my home
You must change your heart or leave
"tis a wonder to me that your words do not wound
Could it be that now I am freed?

Then a cry of joy came from his lips
And tears sprang from a well deep hid.
"The spell is broke, I no longer hate you
Or suffer from the hurt you did."

You have deemed me lacking in all that I did
Though I have never deserved to be judged.
I can see it quite clearly, I deserve my acclaim
I have worth, I am Legolas, I am loved!"

At these words he caught me up in his arms
And held my face close to his.
"The Ogre is cast down, the spell it is broke,
Let me thank you for your part in this."

He kissed me with rapture and laughed out loud,
The assembled Elves gave a cheer.
It gladdened their heart to see their lord in such bliss
Though I'll allow that they p'raps thought it queer.

Thranduil was aghast and speredered a bit
But no one paid him much heed
Just Haldir and I, 'cos I saw the tall Elf
Take his arm and how firmly he steered.

The last letter we got was from Haldir's hand
Sent from the Greenwood, no less.
It seems that he has taken a firm hand with the King
And his ministrations have met with success.

The King is now learnéd in the gentle art
Of humility, and the false virtue of pride.
He sends regards to his son and asks
That he forgive him his churlish side.

We smiled much at the note but he wrote back with speed
And ask the messenger straight to return
In haste to the Wood. He wished his father "Be good,
Now be it love that you learn."

For a while we lived an idyllic life
My love and I did abide
Then one the the call came from Gondor
Our sweet Merry and, then dearest Pippin, died.

When it seemed our hearts could break no more
The great bell of Minas Tirith rang
And the Horn of Gondor heralded that
The King's spirit had gone from this land.

We wept our heart's grief and my Prince looked grey
Neither food nor wine would he take
Peace had fled from his heart once more it seemed
And now he'd a journey to make.

"With the Periannath gone and Elessar too
There is finally a truth to face
You are mortal too, my beloved,
Death is the gift to your race.

I do not think I can take the pain
Of losing you now I have found
The joy of life so long hid from me,
To you my heart is bound."

Slowly, then, we twined our hands
And fell to a long embrace
His lips met mine and we started to dance
A dance of unbearable grace.

Every measure of the mithril Elf
Is known to my sight and my touch
And I traveled those well worn paths that night
Of the body that I love so much.

Our tongues entwined, our fingers curled,
We wrapped our legs round in a braid
Tears fell and our cries lit up the night
On my body his tune he played.

Long did our hands roam and long did we kiss
Till the passion burned in our song
His fingers sought out that door to my soul
And he entered me, full and long.

To see and feel all I could of
I
I sat astride him, my head in his chest
And his hand held my shaft and we danced thus joined
We howled the refrain we knew best.

He was in me and around me, I was held by his hands,
His eyes and his tongue claimed me.
No greater joy in this world have I felt
We sang there, stone and tree.

The rocking of hips and the kisses long
Rose in me like the sea
And the crashing in me caught him up in a swell
And his coming was come after me.

Riding the crest at the highest point
The forest was suddenly still,
The air rolled around us, our hearts ceased to beat
We felt it, a great force of will.

Higher and higher we rose in the mist
The earth was no longer in sight.
Great hands and arms enfolded us,
Two beings made of wonder and light.

"Mahal, Mahal," I wept with joy
"Yavhanna," cried Legolas, stunned.
"Our children, our children," they sang in our heads
And our senses reeled and spun.

"Your love hath healed so many h
Th
That you have won grace in our heart
And for this and Galadriel's songs we have judged
That you two must never part."

Then Yavhanna sang to my Elf
"A boat, a boat you must build.
Bring me this wonderful Kuzdhul of yours
I would have this love fulfilled."

Then the ground and the forest and the birds and the flowers
Claimed us back and held us once more
Then we wept with this knowledge that our love was blessed
Our love would not die at the shore.

Then we traveled the length and breadth of this land
Farewelling our kith and our kin
Then a beautiful grey ship he has built
And all we would need therein.

At the last of our days in this Middle Earth
We sang our goodbyes to the shore
And we sailed towards that curtain of mist
In this world we were seen no more.

Then a fair wind took up the sails of our ship
And Legolas tied off the steer
And he said "There are some things I miss, my dear lad.
And the look in his eye became queer.

The boat rope lay thick on the deck in his gaze
"You have me alone at your whim."
I gasped as he caught me up in his arms
And said, "Let's have a game, Sonny Jim."

And, no, the ogre's not back in his heart
But we like our games rough, nonetheless
And our love knows no bounds but those round our souls.
In lustful joy we sail to the West.