The Curse

A/N: The story takes place before the threat of Sauron and the discovery of the One Ring. Legolas is the subject of admiration for many. He considers himself cursed. Someone wants to help him, but can this person fully understand the effect this curse has had on the prince?

Warning: abuse/incest/non-consensual intimacy



Chapter 1: The Disgrace



The Lady Galadriel was well known for her Powers, as the story goes all those who look upon her fall under her spell. The Lady Galadriel should wish those stories were true, for though her power was amazing to be sure, the only Elf in existence with that particular ability wasn’t her, but Legolas Thranduilion, of the Mirkwood forest.

With golden blond hair and piercing blue eyes Legolas had been stunning even as a little child. His appearance would never go unnoticed by anyone and even as a child Legolas had learned as a child to keep his face hidden from the world, the times he’d allowed others to see he’d been made to regret it in the worst of ways.

“Come here little princeling…You’ll learn to like it, I promise”

The tortures that had started then still went on, his father did nothing to stop it, only worsening the matters by supposing Legolas brought it on himself, that he’d tempted the King’s most honourable men into doing less than honourable things.

Legolas peered out of the window in his chambers, finding warmth and comfort in the sun. Travellers were coming today, Lord Celeborn was to visit, bringing his three adopted sons, as well as the Rivendell twins.

He wanted to be excited, but as he thought about spending time with those that in the past had tried touching him he just couldn’t help but be more afraid then anything.

His father’s words haunted him, “If you insist on debasing yourself and bedding everyone, kuu’datto ittee, I might as well find benefit from it”

Bastard-whore….

King Thranduil firmly denied Legolas was born his son, somehow Legolas lacked Thranduil’s silver hair and green eyes, rather possessing golden locks and piercing blues, “We have visitors coming over, Lord Celeborn, perhaps he shall be inclined to have you and we will have you gone from these halls to never be an insult to our kin again”



A tear trickled down his cheek as he hugged his arms around him, “I’m sorry Ada, I wish I didn’t displease you so…I’m sorry I’m an embarrassment to you and Nana…”

Legolas watched as horses appeared in the distance, bearing noble Elves with silver hair like his father’s. The Elves of Lothlorien.

Legolas chewed his bottom lip nervously as a knock came to his door, “Are you in here, little princeling?”

Long having reached adulthood the words were chosen out of spite, to insult him rather than endear him. Quickly he pulled up his cloak and lowered the hood over his head before opening the door, “What is it you want, Maglor?”

The words were spoken more bravely than Legolas felt, but he never allowed his guard to know his fear, “You know.”

Yes. Yes he did.



A tremor of fear ran through him, “Saes, not today. Not now. Ada wants me to attend the guests”

Maglor offered a light grin, “You shall attend my needs first. Now, take off that cloak of yours and let me see you. You know what I want from you”

Legolas slowly lowered the hood of his cloak before unhooking it and letting it drop altogether before he undressed before his guard and moved unto the bed, back arched up and knees spread wide as he presented himself to his guard’s eager eyes, “That’s a good princeling”

A light rustling was all that told Legolas that his guard had drawn out his cock and a moment later he felt that hot piercing pain as Maglor thrust into him without any preparation, causing the Prince to cry out in pain as the abuse tore his flesh.

 

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Thranduil greeted his guests from Lothlorien with kind words of welcome. Lord Celeborn accepted the words in gratitude before he spoke, “Tell me, Thranduil, where do you keep this di’thang? I would much desire to see him shortly”

The Mirkwood had promised him a proper slave, well-versed in the art of love-making and ever available. A disgrace to the Mirkwood nation that the King would rather rid himself of.

The King gave a nod, “He should be ready to see you, Celeborn, I told him not to keep his guests unattended. Let us go pay him a visit, is it your intention to bring your boys?”

Celeborn gave a brief nod, “Aye, if I procure this slave from you he’ll go to them or the twins, you know what it is to be young… I fear if they do not find the satisfaction with one slave, I’ll have to hide away all eligible people in my realm for fear of what havoc they might wreak.”



Thranduil offered a light chuckle and nodded, “Let us go and see if they find him appeasing then”

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“That’s it princeling, cry out for my cock buried deep inside you”

Maglor didn’t care that Legolas’ cries were cries of pain rather than pleasure, cries to stop the man rather than to have him carry on.

The man had just climaxed and pulled out when the door opened leaving Legolas to scramble for his cloak while Maglor made himself decent as he faced the king, “Apologies my liege… I couldn’t resist his pleas…I found him like this when I came to collect him for you…He begged me…”

Thranduil raised his hand, “’Tis alright Maglor, it’d seem this whore has yet to learn its lesson. My apologies Celeborn, it’d seem the harlot couldn’t wait for your audience.”



The Lord of Lothlorien chuckled softly, “That’s quite alright. Amusing it is to watch him cover up now after having presented himself in such a way to but a guard.”

Thranduil nodded in agreement, “Attend your guests. Make sure they are well satisfied”

With that the King took his leave, leaving Legolas with Lord Celeborn and his three most trusted guards; Haldir, Rumil and Orophin.

The twins were not present.

Rumil was the first to speak, “Ada…What is wrong with this elf that he’d offer himself up like a common slave?”

Lord Celeborn offered a casual shrug, “Some elves are cursed that way, íon-nîn, they can’t help themselves.”



Legolas sat behind his bed, all but hidden from view, “Saes… I don’t want this… Saes.”

Haldir’s brow rose, “You offer yourself up to a mere guard like you’re starved for affection, leaking the evidence of your exchange, yet you refuse to please your betters?”

Legolas peered out under the rim of his hood, “I am not a slave, ada just doesn’t understand… It’s not me”

Orophin was the first to take charge, stepping forward and grabbing the prince to toss him on the bed, “Lord Celeborn paid good money for you, slave, serve him well and perhaps he shall buy you.”

The three Galadhrim stepped back then, but Lord Celeborn lifted his hand, “Let us see how he treats you first, test his limits so that we may be sure of his services. I shall wait outside”

As the Lord left, the three Galadhrim looked at the naked elf before them.

The slave didn't seem to understand his place, "Saes, saes, do you not recognize me? I'm no whore... I am Legolas Thranduilion, heir to the throne..."

Haldir frowned at his words, "It doesn't do for a slave to lie. No Royal would behave as you have done. Look at you"

A blush tinged Legolas' cheeks bright red as Orophin drew close to him, "Well then, little slave, let's see you work that magic, hm? If you want to pretend you're the Mirkwood Prince... go ahead, we'll play along"





TBC...