Vanima Cunneth

Title: Vanima Cunneth
Author: Mitzie
Author's Email: wilwarin_mitz@hotmail.com
Pairings: Haldir/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MPreg, rape

As the Mirkwood party travelled through the Golden Wood Thranduil held his young son, Legolas, close to his body. They rode his great black stallion that had no problem carrying them both on his strong back. His sweet son was clad in a big grey mantel with a hood so that no curious elven eyes could see his beautiful face or slender body. Thranduil knew that his son was most displeased being forced to hide himself like this, but as any worried and loving father Thranduil did not want his sweet child to become a lust subject to another elf, atleast not yet. And when he was forced to face that situation he was going to make sure that that elf was worthy of his child and had an honourful and noble background. And since Thranduil was the great king of Mirkwood his son, the prince, had to pick a lover with a high stated family.
Thranduil was very proud of his Greenleaf, not many had had the honour to actually meet the beautiful prince but those who had knew that the prince was even more beautiful then The Lady in the Golden Wood, Galadriel herself.
Legolas had bright golden hair that reached just over his buttocks, his eyes were as green as the summer leafs upon the trees, his skin was pale and shone with an sparkling aura and was as soft to touch as the lightest feather, he smelled of sweet flowers and only his father knew that he tasted of honey since he was the only one who was aloud to kiss his sweet son. He was the most beautiful creature walking on Middle Earth and was called Mirkwoods Sparkling Jewel.
This of course did not make Legolas life so easy sometimes, his father knew that every elf without a partner that laid an eye on him would lust after him all their immortal life no matter how many other lovers they had had or took, so he never let his son out of his sharp sight.
And Legolas was also was blessed with a rare gift, the gift of fertility.
One day he was going to become with child with an elf male, another prince or princess of Mirkwood was going to walk on middle earth and Thranduil would be a even more prouder grandfather. So no maidens were aloud to approach the prince except servants or mentors that knew to keep their hands to themselves. And Legolas had no choice in this matter, he had been told since he was an elfling that elf maidens was not for him and that one day he was going to have to pick out a suitable husband.
Legolas was very young today and had just reached his majority, and thoumeanmeanmeant that he actually could become with child now his father did not plan on letting his son take a lover for another 400 years. Thranduil knew that no one normally would dare to approach his son eve he he would not be in his fathers presence, but when fertile male elves reached their majority they also start to smell of a scent to tell other males that they are ready to mate, and that scent was so sweet and alluring that it could break the strongest will. And since Legolas also were so beautiful his father did not dare to think of what could happen if Legolas was to be left alone in another male elf presence.
As a prince things were a little bit different for Legolas. If he would be a normal wood elf with no high stated or family but still had the gift of fertility he would have to be pleased of whomever who claimed him as a mate and lover. Even though the most fertile males considered their special gift as a blessing it could also be a big burden to bear. The fertile male elves are always slighter of body than a normal male elf, they often are more beautiful than other elves and they also always have a shy attitude with a sweet, innocent and gentle nature. In another meaning the fertile elves did not stand a chance in physical strength against a normal elf male.
So it is often a very thin line between a male claiming a fertile male and a male raping another male.
A low stated family that had a son that was fertile often forced this poor elfling to go to royal parties the day he reached his majority, just so that a high stated male would claim him. And many many fertile males becomes with child when they are no more but children themselves.
When a fertile male is “claimed” that means that their virginity is taken (willingly or not) and the one who took it is the rightful mate and has the right to bond and make the fertile elf pregnant. Should a male elf try to claim a fertile male that has already been claimed by another, serious punishments could befall him.
But Legolas did not have to worry, as a prince he was not to be claimed against his own will, he had the opportunity to choose whom he wanted to be claimed by and that made his life a little less complicated. But this he had not been told so much about, he thought everyone had the chance to choose whom they wanted to claim them. He did not know the raw instincts that could take over and make a rape out of the “claiming”. So he did not see any benefits with being a prince. And actually he was sick of being a prince at all, he just wanted to be able to play with other elves, have normal friends in his own age and not some thousand years older elf that had been paid is fis father to entertain him. He wanted to be able to walk in Mirkwood without a mantel and hood, and he wanted to be able to run and play in the dirt and hunt in the woods like other elves. But his father forbade him, and the only time Legolas ever got out from his father’s castle was if he was covered up from head to toe and stayed beside his father all the time. He was not even aloud to speak in stranger’s presence since even his voice was desirable and sweet.
Before he reached his majority he was not allowed to follow on his father’s trips to other realms, he had to stay home and be watched by his father’s seneschal and closest friend, Saelbeth. But now when his majority was reached Thranduil did not even dare to leave him in Saelbeths hands.
So when Galadriel sent a message that she and her husband Celeborn wanted Thranduil to come to the Golden Wood for a visit he had no other choice then to take Legolas with him. Legolas was so thrilled when his father told him he could follow that he had actually screamed, jumped up and down and kissed his father on his mouth.
Right now his mood was a little bit lower since he could not even ride his own horse but had to share the saddle with his father.

-Ada? When do we arrive ada? Can I climb in a golden tree later ada? Please ada? Please?
-Legolas please! You are driving me into madness! We will arrive in a short time, and you will have to stay by my side all the time. And I do mean ALL the time. Maybe the day before we go home we could take a walk around the Golden Wood, but til then you will have to stay in our private talan my son. Said Thranduil and his son stiffened.
-The day before we go home..? But we are staying over a month! Am I to be locked away in this “talan” all the time? Ada…! Legolas whined.
-No whining Legolas. You should be glad that I let you come along on this trip. Now be quiet. His father snapped.
Legolas scowled but did not say anything more; he knew his father was tired from the long trip and that he could loose his temper at any time.
After some hours the party came to a stop and some of the Mirkwood guards rode up ahead and whistled. Soon three grey clad figures with long silver hair dropped down from the great trees and bowed deep to the king.
-My Lord. It is a pleasure to see you again, and it is always an honour for me and my brothers to be aloud to escort you to our Lord and Lady. Said the tallest of them and Legolas peered closely at him. He was handsome!
-Ah, Haldir. Marchwarden of the Golden Wood. ‘Tis a pleasure to have you and your brothers to escort us. You are always a welcoming company. Thranduil answered and smiled at the Marchwarden.
Haldir and his brothers smiled and bowed again and then peered curiously at the small dark clad figure sitting infront of the king. Thranduil immediately gripped his son’s waist harder and gave the three wardens a hard look.
-This is my son, Legolas. And as you probably know you are not aloud to look upon his face until he has chosen a husband, nor will you be aloud to touch him or hear him speak. Is that clear? Said the king coolly and the three brothers frowned in surprise at the king’s sudden sternness.
-Of course my lord. I did not mean any disrespect with my curious look. May I say that is an honour to have the prince in our realm and that I hope his stay will be pleasant. Said Haldir.
Legolas flushed under his hood and smiled, he wanted to say thank you but felt his father grip him even tighter and he just nodded to the brothers.

Of course Haldir, Rumil and Orophin had heard about Mirkwoods Sparkling Jewel and how no one was aloud to look upon him, but they still felt it to be a little bit strange that the poor prince was not aloud to speak or walk outside without a hood. But Haldir swatted it away, he was nott int interested in the prince and knew that Thranduil would probably lock his son away in their talan at their visit, so he would not probably see the elf anything.
As they made their way through the Golden Wood Haldir could feel Thranduil’s stern gaze upon his back, daring him to turn around to try to cast a glimpse of the prince.
“Why I never thought the normally pleasant King of Mirkwood would act this way against us. What ever could the prince look like so that he is forced to be hidden up like this? Maybe he is not beautiful at all and his father is ashamed? Ah Haldir you old fool! Stop pondering these useless questions…” Haldir thought to himself.

As they entered Lothlorien Legolas could not help but gasp. It was so beautiful! He just wanted to jump from the horse and run around touching and looking at everything. So many giant golden trees! So many glittering lights and sweet scents! Legolas turned to cast a thrilled eye on his father who could not resist a smile at his awe strucn.
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-Aye my child. It is quite a view is it not?
-Oh ada… Legolas whispered breathless.
Haldir and his brothers led the ropartparty to Galadriel and Celeborn’s talan where they stood waiting below. Legolas gasped again as he looked upon the two tall and beautiful elves.
-King Thranduil, prince Legolas. Welcome to the Golden Wood. It is such a pleasure to have you here as always Thranduil. And Galadriel and I were very pleased to hear that you finally brought your son with you. Celeborn greeted with his deep and smooth voice.
Thranduil smiled and jumped down from his horse to give the Lord and Lady a pr grr greeting.
Legolas sat awkwardly upon his father’s horse and felt Galadriel’s piercing gaze upon him, he had never met the Lady or the Lord of Lothlorien and felt stupid to not be able to greet them.
-Thranduil, may I request that we step inside our talan and that your son join us? I have long wished to look upon the face of Mirkwoods Sparkling Jewel. Galadriel said smiling.
Thranduil hesitated for a second, of course he planned to let the Lord and Lady see his son but he could not help but still feel worried that some other elf would try to catch a glimpse.
- I assure you that no one will spy on us my king. Galadriel said and turned her gaze to Thranduil who flushed.
-Forgive me my Lady. I dit met mean any disrespect. My son and I are honoured to be invited into your talan. Thranduil said and bowed before he went and lifted his son down from their horse. Legolas gripped his fathers hand hard, he suddenly felt very nervous.

After the four elves went inside they dismissed all the servants and sat down at a great table with lots of food and refreshing drinks. Thranduil nodded to his son that he could take off his mantel.
Legolas hesitated and started to fell very naked when Galadriel and Celeborn turned their old and wise gazes on him.
-Do not fear child. We are not here to judge you. We are here to get to know you. Celeborn suddenly said and the knot in Legolas stomach relaxed somewhat.
He bowed his head against the Lord and Lady and then removed his mantel and hood.
Silence.
Celeborn frowned and looked kind of awe struck, Galadriel stared at Legolas for a moment before rising from her seat and gliding over to him. She smiled warmly and kissed Legolas cheek and then she took his hands in hers.
-Dear child. You are formed by the hands of the Valar. Many things have my eyes seen but none as beautiful or sweet as you. Long have I heard said that I was to be the most beautiful elf on Middle earth, but you sweet child have proven them all wrong. Galadriel said and Legolas blushed.
-My Lady! I-I am not worthy of such words! I could never compete with your beauty! Legolas stammered.
The Lady laughed heartily aisseissed Legolas forehead before returning to her own seat.
-Thranduil, you have a wonderful son and we shall be very pleased if we from now could be aloud to be a part of his life. Celeborn said and smiled warmly at a startled Legolas.
Thranduil smiled proudly and nodded to Celeborn.
-That I can aloud dear Celeborn. It will surely do well to my son to have such a wise and loving company as you and Galadriel.
Legolas looked at his father and smiled of pure joy. Maybe now he could spend some time with the Lord and Lady so that they could show him around the Golden Wood.
-But right now he needs a nap, and for this trip he will mostly stay in his talan. My child is yet young to this world and I do not dare to let him wander around without my protection.
Legolas smile faded some. He would still be forced to stay in his talan…
-Aye Thranduil. Our people in the Golden Wood are gentle by nature, but when desire and instincts take over anything can happen. So I agree that you keep a close eye on your fair son. Galadriel agreed with a warning in her fair voice.
She knew that no one would harm the young prince by purpose, but she also knew that if Legolas would show his amazing and beautiful appearance and also smell of fertile-majority no elf would be able to keep their lust in check. Something else was making her feel slightly worried, but she could not see clearly what it was.
-You take Legolas to his talan my dear wife. Thranduil and I need to discuss some urgent matters, and then I need to have a talk to some of our wardens. Dear Haldir is out practicing with his bow in the south wood, I need to tell him to take a few days to rest. He is wearing himself out. Celeborn sighed and frownedOf cOf course my love. Legolas? If you will follow me I will show you to your home here while you are visiting us. Galadriel said and offered her hand to Legolas who stood up, kissed his father and bowed to Celeborn and then took Galadriel’s offered hand.
He was of course clad in his mantel and hood before he was aloud to leave the Lord and Lady’s talan.

-Here we are my child. Galadriel announced as they stood under a great tree with a big and beautiful built talan in the treetops.
Legolas gaped and smiled at the beautiful sight. Galadriel chuckled and led him up the stairs and stopped infront of the doors to the talan.
-Now you rest little one. Later we will have dinner together and I will answer every question that may want to ask. She smiled.
-Thank you my lady. It is really a pleasure to get to know you. Legolas said sweetly and kissed her hand. Galadriel laughed again and kissed his forehead before she made her way down the stairs and left Legolas alone.
Legolas sighed and went into the talan, as beautiful as it was he still was disappointed that he had to stay in here under this visit. Oh how he wished he would be aloud to walk around the woods talking to other elves, and meet with the Marchwarden, Haldir. He still could not forget the arrogant, handsome face and that powerful body. He wanted to hear what incredible stories Haldir surely could tell him…about how he became a Marchwarden and which wars he had fought.
Legolas had asked some shy questions about Haldir to Galadriel when they walked to the talan. She had smiled and told him that Haldir is the greatest warrior in the Golden Wood, and that he was over 2000 years old. She told him that Haldir lost his parents as an elfling and that he had two younger brothers, Rumil and Orophin whom Legolas had seen when they greeted his father. Legolas had never had an idol before, but now Haldir was.
He sighed sadly, he would never get the chance to see Haldir without being covered up.
Ripping off his mantel and hood in annoyance Legolas walked around inspecting the talan. Galadriel had told him that this beautiful talan used to be an orphans-home for thousands of years ago when the greatest wars were fought and many elves lost their lives and left their children to a life without parents. Galadriel and Celeborn built this talan then, where the orphans could live and they raised those elflings alone. Haldir, Rumil and Orophin where three of them, and almost all of the other orphans were now wardens. Giving their lives to protect their Lord and Lady.
Now when no such wars were fought anymore not many elflings were orphans, and the few who were got adopted by other families, so this talan were remade as a royal guest house.
Legolas looked in some drawers and found some old torn clothes that probably some elfling had worn while playing outside. He took them out from the drawer and realised that the elfling must have been in is age since the clothes were in his size.
Suddenly a thought hit Legolas. A dangerous thought. An exciting thought!
He tore his royal clothes off and put on the old leggings and the dirty tunic he found in the drawer, and then he rubbed off some of the dirt on the tunic onto his face and ran to a full sized mirror.
Oh my.
He looked…not-prince-like.
He looked like a beautiful poor elfling who had been playing in the dirt. Who would ever know that he was the Prince of Mirkwood if he looked like this?
With a hugh grin Legolas messed up his long hair with his hands and put some more dirt onto his face, then he took his royal clothes and put them under the cover of the great bed he was suppose to sleep in. He pulled the curtains over the windows so that the room went dark.
It surely looked like someone was lying in the bed sleeping, and his father would probably be gone for a while. Now Legolas maybe would be able to find Haldir since he heard when Celeborn talked about him training in the south woods.
He opened one of the talans windows and climbed out that way just to be sure that no one saw him leave. Then he sneaked around and made his way to the south part of the wood.
Even though he would love to talk to some other elves he could not take that risk right now, for the moment he just wanted to talk to Haldir.

As he pondered how he was going to approach the Marchwarden he heard some “thwacks” not far ahead. His heart speed up and he hurried along the path, when the sounds got louder he slowed down and sneaked up behind a tree which he carefully peeked out behind.
There was his idol.
Standing in black leggings and a grey tunic, his silver hair falling down his shoulders and back, his powerful arms drawing a great bow and his handsome face tense in concentration.
Thwack! Thwack! Two arrows hitting bulls eye with such an incredible force that Legolas had to gasp in awe.
Suddenly Haldir spun around pointing the arrow to where Legolas was hiding, his blue eyes on fire and staring right at him. Legolas held his breath, his green eyes staring back at Haldir.
-Show yourself stranger! Haldir’s commanding voice bellowed and Legolas did not dare to do otherwise. He slowly made his way out from behind the tree with his eyes cast to the ground but when he stood a few feets away from Haldir he looked upon the arrogant face that now had a shocked look upon it. Haldir lowered his bow staring at Legolas who smiled sweetly against him but could not get a word out of his mouth. When Legolas saw that Haldir’s eyes had softened he smiled even wider waiting for Haldir to say something.

Gods! Such a beautiful child! Green wide eyes, long golden messy hair, pale skin and pouting pink lips!
Haldir’s heart made a leap and he laid his bow to the ground as to show the elfling that he did not intend to hurt him. The child smiled so shyly at him and stood so silent gazing on him, as if he were waiting for him to give orders.
The dirty and somewhat torn clothes told Haldir that this elfling were from a poor family, and that was probably why he also were so shy.
As Haldir kept staring at the amazing creature infront of him he could smell a faint scent from the young elf that went straight to his groin. The elfling was fertile! Haldir had never been interested of maidens and had never had the chance or interest to hunt down a fertile male; he had given up hope of having children hundreds years ago. And now…now this incredible beautiful, fertile elfling stood infront of him, a shy smile on his sweet face, driving Haldir into a state of painful desire.
Thoughts were whirling in Haldir’s head.
If he would claim this sweet child he would give him and his family a pretty high state in Lothlorien. That was probably why the elfling was wandering all by himself and now smiling to Haldir with such an honest smile that he must be inviting Haldir to ravish him.
His parents must have kept him away from others until he reached his majority because Haldir had never seen this elf. And now the elflings parents probably sent him out in hope that a high stated elf male will claim him. The elfling wanted to be claimed.
And the elflings family would be very proud of him when they found out that Haldir claimed him, the Golden Woods own Marchwarden.
Haldir was a warrior, with impressing muscles showing underneath his leggings and tunic, he was very tall, probably one head taller than this sweet elfling, and even though Haldir was gentle in nature he could feel the naked lust ripping through his body with an incredible force. He knew that the sweet fertile scent this little elf smelt off made his animal and mating instincts take over, and he could not stop it. He did not want to stop it! He felt a growl vibrating through his throat, his impressing chest, arm and leg muscles rippling in anticipation.
He was soon ready to pounce and claim this little one, and though the elfling looked totally innocent and completely unknowing Haldir knew that every fertile male elfling that came from a poor family was well informed of how rough a claiming could become and well learned how to endure the mating. He knew that the elfling would cry, maybe scream as Haldir took his virginity since he had heard of how painful it was to loose virginity. This was the prize to pay for being fertile, to always be taken and never to take another.
But it would be better! The lakinaking would not always be painful.
Haldir had no intention to let this sweet creature get away, he would take his virginity and mark him as his own, then learn to really love him and bond with him and let him carry Haldir’s children. Haldir rolled his powerful shoulders and slowly stepped up to the smiling beauty then held out his hand and the elfling took it. He led him into the forest, to a riverbank with beautiful green grass and singing birds. Here. Here he would make the elfling his own.

Legolas sat down on a rock beside the river. He was so excited! Haldir was so handsome and powerful and Legolas could not wait to hear stories about orc hunts and other heroic stories that Haldir could tell him. He had actually not said a word to Haldir, but he seemed to understand Legolas anyway. First Legolas was a little bit nervous when he had heard Haldir growl, seen his eyes get a dark glint and then how his muscles rippled under his clothes. Maybe he had disrespected him by sneaking up on him?
After all Haldir probably thought him to be a poor elfling and maybe poor elflings was not aloud to visit this part of the wood. But as Haldir had extended his hand Legolas knew it was okay and that Haldir probably was just sore after all the sword fighting and arrow shooting. Legolas had often heard his father growl and mutter while he stretched his muscles after some horse riding or sword training. And Haldir was not so much younger then his father.
“Old elves…” Legolas thought and giggled to himself.
He felt Haldir coming up beside him and he looked up to thank him for being so nice and taking him to this beautiful place, but he did not have to chance to say something before Haldir’s mouth was upon his own.

He giggled! The sweet elfling giggled and Haldir knew it was a good giggle, a giggle that elflings do when they are happy and nervous.
Haldir knew now was the time, he was going to let his instincts take over and take the elfling. It would be rough and painful but Haldir needed to show who was going to be this elflings mate and master for the rest of their immortal life. And, as said, this was the only time Haldir was going to be rough with the elfling. Later he would be able to control his lust and desire.
But right now his instincts told him to be fast and rough so that no other could claim this elf and so that the elfling learns to be submissive. It is the way of nature.
Haldir moved beside the elfling who still smiled and looked upon hind and as he saw that the elfling was going to speak he took his chance.
He did not want to talk, he did not want to calm down or restraint himself, right now it was just the claiming that mattered.
Haldir crushed his lips against the elflings and held him by the shoulders as he tried to force his tongue inside the elflings mouth.
He resisted! The little elfling actually fought him!
This only excited Haldir more since he liked fiery spirits, he grabbed the child by his arms and pushed him roughly backwards so he fell of the stone and onto the grass, then he quickly covered the little ones body with his own powerful one. He grabbed both of the elflings wrists in one hand and held them above his head. He dove once again crushing his lips even harder against the elflings now swollen ones.
Gods! The child tasted of honey and his skin was as soft as a feather!
Haldir could not bare it, he used his free hand to tear of the old clothes from the elflings body and when he had him naked he had to stop for a while to admire his sweet prize.
The elfling was incredible. Slender. Soft. Warm. And oh so beautiful.
He lay underneath Haldir’s muscular body, trembling and crying. His sweet slender cock was not erected, he was probably very nervous.
Haldir stroke the soft organ and the child actually yelped. Haldir chuckled and stroke it again.
It would be easier for the elfling if he had an orgasm before Haldir took him, it would relax him more.
After a few strokes and licks the inexperienced elfling cried out in his probably first orgasm. He trembled even more and spoke nonsense of how he was going to become a prince or that he was a prince. It did not matter. Haldir understood that the child must be somewhat distressed.
He licked and nipped on the child’s throat and searched for a proper place to mark him, but when he did not found it he flipped the elfling over and tried the neck iad. ad. He still held the wrists above the child’s head; he could feel his own nails digging into the elflings skin.
This position felt better!
Haldir knew his primal instincts had taken over and he felt like a great, old wolf preparing to mate with the youngest bitch in the pack. And it felt good!
He bit down hard on the elflings neck while lifting him up on all fours, he then let go of the child’s wrists and gripped his hips instead. The child’s arms gave up and the only thing holding his head up was the steady bite Haldir was having on his neck.
Haldir positioned his rock hard erection against the elflings tiny entrance and just rubbed it a bit against the pink hole to warn the child what was coming. He did never boast about it but Haldir knew he had a thick and big cock and that this was going to be extra painful for this sweet one.
The elfling cried out and Haldir knew that he really was frighten, but instead of feeling pity he felt a stronger urge to make it even more painful then it had to be. He had to be sure that the elfling never ever forgot who claimed him, pleasant memory or not did not matter.
Haldir’s neck and back muscles rippled and trembled as he still held the elfling by the bite on his neck. He panted hard and closed his eyes listening to the elflings cries and sobs and pleadings.
Then in one quick movement he rammed himself into the elflings tight entrance and pushed hard until his whole shaft was buried to the hilt.
A blood-curling scream scared off all the birds in the clearing.
Haldir still had his eyes closed and trembled so hard that he thought every muscle in his body was going to burst, he felt the taste of blood in his mouth and knew that his bite mark on the elflings neck was complete, but he did not let go yet.
He gripped the slender hips harder and started to move. Hard and fast.
Over and over he rammed into the elfling and sweat poured from his body.
The elfling screamed until he lost his voice completely.
Soon Haldir felt his balls tighten and his cock swelling even more, he let go of the elflings neck, rammed himself with all his power into the child’s body and screamed in pure bliss with his powerful voice when he spent his eager seed into the elflings sweet entrance.
Haldir held the elflings hips hard and pushed with small erratic movements til he felt that he was completely spent. He then pulled out of the elflings warm entrance and collapsed beside him.
His muscles still trembled but he had never felt more powerful or strong in his whole long life.
Haldir heard how the elfling still tried to scream and slowly sat up looking him over.
The little one laid face down in the grass bleeding from the bite one his neck and from his abused entrance and he was all covered in sweat and trembled worse than Haldir.
Haldir stood on shaking legs and grabbed one piece of the elflings torn clothes and went to the water to soak it, he then sat beside the child and cleaned his entrance very carefully. He dried the blood from the smooth buttocks and kissed both cheeks tenderly.
He decided to not dry the blood from the bite mark, just so when the elfling went home to clean up everyone would see that he now was not available.
Haldir rolled the elfling over on his back and looked into the wide shocked and tear stained green eyes that stared at him. He then lowered his head and drew the new scent of the elfling into his nostrils. He smelled of fertility, flowers, and of him. He smelled of Haldir.
A pleased smile formed on Haldir’s lips and he lay down beside the elfling and spooned him against his own body. The elfling had already fallen into an exhausted sleep and Haldir kissed his neck and throat several times before he himself fell into a blissful sleep.

Legolas moaned in agony as he felt pain on his neck and in his behind. He felt all drained and sticky, and he wished he could just fall back into a blissful sleep. But the pounding pain kept getting worse and he had to open his swollen eyes to see what was causing the pain.
He tensed as he felt someone’s breath sweep across his cheek, and then a muscular arm tightened the grip that it was having on Legolas waist.
This was not his father. He did not recognize the scent of this elf. Where was he?
Then it all came back, like a painful blow to his stomach all memories of Haldir’s claiming came back to Legolas and he started to tremble.
-Ssschhh little one. I will let you go now so that your family can take care of you. Be not afraid of me, I will never hurt you again as I did before. Soon it is time for us to learn and love each other, and with love comes tenderness and caring. It is my child that will grow inside your sweet belly, and for that I love you all ready. Haldir whispered into Legolas pointy ear.
Legolas gave out a painful cry and fought to get out of Haldir’s grip, when Haldir let him go he scooted away from him and stared at him with so much frightness that Haldir got worried.
-I now that you are in pain sweet child. Take my tunic and cover up, your clothes are destroyed I’m afraid. Haldir said with a grin and stood up to fetch his tunic.
Legolas just stared at him and started to sob. What was he going to say to his father? What if he was with child?
Legolas startled when Haldir gripped his arm and pulled him up on his legs, but he did not have any strength left to protest or even to speak. Haldir helped him with his tunic and then kissed away his tears with a sweet smile.
-Go now. I will come for you later. You will live with me from tomorrow, I promise you that I will make you happy little one. Go. Haldir said and nudged Legolas back.
Legolas started walking, totally in chock, stumbling forward.
But when his mind started to work again he panicked and started to run as fast as his abused body would let him. He did not have a clue on where he was going but his soul cried out after his father’s protection and he screamed on the top of his lungs while runing.

-Sweet Eru! Thranduil exclaimed in chock and stood up so abruptly that his chair fell to the floor with a loud bang.
Celeborn startled and looked up at Thranduil’s pale face with furrowed brows.
-Thranduil! By the Gods what is the matter with you? You look as if you have seen a balrog! Celeborn said and ran to Thranduil’s side to support him.
-Legolas… Celeborn! Something has happen to my beloved child! I could feel his pain! It was…horrible! We have to find him! Thranduil stammered.
-You can far speak with Legolas?
-Not far speak. But I can feel him sometimes. When he was but a babe I could feel when he had nightmares and if he fell or got injured I could feel his pain. It has been awhile but now..! Celeborn he was in such pain! We must go! Now!
-Come then my friend.
The king and lord made haste to the talan where Thranduil and Legolas were staying. But Legolas was nowhere to be seen.
-Thranduil. Can you feel Legolas? Can you ask him where he is? Celeborn said.
Thranduil closed his eyes and concentrated with all his power on his child’s emotions.
-A lake… A warm lake. He is bathing. Scrubbing himself. He is in so much pain..!
-A warm lake you say? Come Thranduil. I know where your son is.
They made there way down to a small lake where many elves liked to gather at night to take a relaxing bath, the lake was always warm and had a pleasant surrounding.
When they arrived both king and lord stopped in chock.
In the lake sat a naked Legolas, he had water up to his waist and was scrubbing himself while crying and praying to Mandos to take away his soul.
He had blood on his face and his upper arms while his neck had a nasty bite.
-Legolas..? My sweet child. What has happen to you? Thranduil said in a broken voice.
A stinging pain struck his heart at seeing his beautiful son in this state.
-No! Ada do not come near me! I am not clean! I do not deserve your love! I will never get clean again… I am…dirty… Legolas said in a panicked voice and his wild eyes started at his father.
Thranduil chocked on a sob and was going to run over to his son but Celeborn stopped him.
-Legolas? ’Tis me. Lord Celeborn. Can I come over to you? I need to see if you are hurt little one. He said quietly with his deep smooth voice.
-I am not worthy my lord. You will get dirty! Legolas sobbed.
-Nay little one. I promise you I will not get dirty and you are worthy. Trust me hmm?
Legolas stared with frightened eyes as Celeborn carefully made his way into the water and then sat down beside Legolas trembling form. He took in Legolas state but his eyes got stuck on the bloody bite on his neck.
“Somebody claimed him?! But that cannot be..! No one would ever dear to claim the prince of Mirkwood! They know they would get beheaded! Unless… Unless Legolas dressed like a normal stated elfling and someone caught sent of his fertility. Oh sweet child what have you done!?” Celeborn thought and closed his eyes.
-Please my lord. I… I need clothes. I am so cold. Legolas suddenly said and Celeborn looked at him with sad eyes.
-I will help you Legolas. Come. He said and then carefully lifted Legolas and used his mantel as a blanket to cover him up.
Legolas hid his face under Celeborn’s chin so that he did not have to look his father in the eye.
-Celeborn what is wrong with my child? Thranduil said still chocked.
-I will tell you later. Right now Legolas needs a warm bath and some salve for his wounds. He will be all right Thranduil.

TBC…