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Forgive Us Our Trespasses
Author: Juniper
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Lothvaen
Warnings: Non-con, BDSM, slight angst, slight violence.
Request: non-con, BDSM, angst, spider hunt in Mirkwood, violence
Written For: Sivan Shemesh
A/N: This story was written for the Slashy Secret Santa story swap. It is also my first LOTR FPS. I tried to refrain from using much Elvish in this story. I would just assume that since the characters are all Elves, and they are in an Elven realm, they would all be speaking the language common to that realm (an inaccurate assumption, but hey - I don't know any Elvish!) Also - this story is unbeta'd - all mistakes are my fault.
Indigo eyes narrowed as they followed the progress of the slender form through the oppressive depths of the Mirkwood forest. What was that whelp doing out here? He had been left specific orders to remain inside the safety of the King's cavernous home.
But no...his young, impudent lover had disobeyed him. Not only had he went against command, he was currently endangering himself.
He continued to watch closely as the younger elf crept through the dense undergrowth below the towering trees. He had to give the young one credit - he appeared to be well-armed and alert. Journeying this far into the dark forest had bolstered the youth's confidence. He could almost see the prideful glint that would currently be shining in those brown eyes.
He admired the strength of his lover's body as he watched him cut down spider after spider, destroying the nests that were left behind. Enjoying the play of muscles over the lean body as the last spider was disposed of; he moved to make himself known to his lover, meaning to reprimand him for leaving the safety of the caverns.
Hearing a rustling sound to his left, he raised his eyes to the canopy of branches above his lover. He stifled a gasp as he caught sight of glittering red eyes in the darkness overhead. As he watched, the giant spider sprung her trap. A dead branch swung from the canopy, suspended by sticky webbing. Before he thought to call out a warning, the branch hit its intended target and his lover collapsed on the forest floor.
A resounding, "NO!!!" rang through the trees, catching the spider's attention before she could secure her prey.
The last thing her eyes saw was the tip of the arrow that was flying straight at her head.
He fought to regain consciousness, groaning as a wave of nausea washed over him. He tried to look around to see where he was, but his neck failed to support his heavy head. Blowing at the strand of hair that tickled the side of his nose, he attempted to raise a hand to swat at the annoying lock. He was stunned when he couldn't move his arm. He tried fruitlessly to move the other arm, beginning to panic when he remained motionless. He realized that his arms were bound to something, keeping him in a standing position.
He forced his eyes open, squinting as even the dim light of the forest made his headache. He lifted his head as much as possible and scanned his surroundings. He vaguely recalled making his way to this clearing earlier. In truth, he had no idea of how long he had been unconscious. For that matter - he had no idea how he had landed himself in this precarious position. The only thing he knew for certain was that his lover would be irate when he returned from patrol to find him missing.
Hearing a branch crack behind him, he called out, "Is someone there?"
A chill ran down his spine as he heard the soft tread of Elven footsteps on the ground behind him. Whoever the other elf was, they were clearly taunting him. He knew that he had only heard the footsteps because he had been meant to.
Taking a shuddering breath, he whispered, "Please - help me..."
Legolas smirked as he watched Lothvaen begin to regain consciousness. After making sure the young scribe was not seriously injured, he had decided a lesson was in order. He had removed Lothvaen's tunic - a fact the younger elf had not yet noticed - and had cut it into strips, binding his lover's arms to the branches of two nearby trees.
His grin widened as he watched Lothvaen begin to tug at his bonds. The flexing of the light muscles of the scribe's arms caused a raw heat to pulse through him and pool at his groin.
He moved closer, purposefully snapping a twig in his wake, making certain his footsteps were loud enough for his captive to hear. Hearing Lothvaen's frightened question almost made him end this charade. However, he was not yet ready to end his game.
He stalked even closer to his bound lover, his keen hearing picking up the increased rate of Lothvaen's breathing. The halting respiration of the scribe caused him to harden further. Reaching his suspended lover, he pressed his body against Lothvaen's back. Placing his hands on the younger elf's hips, he ground his erection into the firm bottom that was displayed so temptingly in this vulnerable position.
Lothvaen had remained standing. He had not been given a choice. When he had received no answer to his questions, he had tried to attune his senses and discover who was holding him captive. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on his surroundings. He could hear soft breathing coming from behind him. He could feel the cool wind blowing over his naked torso. His eyes flew open. When had that happened? He hadn't realized his tunic was missing until now.
His panic escalated when a warm, somewhat familiar body pressed against his back.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
A chill ran down the length of his spine as his hair was pulled to one side and hot breath washed over his neck.
"I want you..."
The harsh whisper tickled the sensitive tip of his ear and he felt a spiraling feeling as his body began to heat up. He tried to move his ear from the intruder's reach, but failed as his sore muscles protested.
"Please..."
Legolas watched as Lothvaen's skin began to flush with the beginnings of arousal. So - his young lover was enjoying this.
"Please what, young one?" He sucked the lobe of his lover's ear into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth.
"Please, do not do this...my lover...he will not be pleased..."
Legolas laughed quietly into the upturned ear. "Your lover? And who is he that I should fear him?"
Lothvaen hung his head as he answered, "Prince Legolas...prince of this realm..."
Legolas chose this moment to step into his lover's line of sight, letting his voice return to its normal pitch and tone. "And how is it that you do not recognize his touch?"
Lothvaen quickly raised his head, focusing on Legolas. "My lord!"
Legolas stepped closer to Lothvaen, studying the scribe's pale face. "I am disappointed in you, Lothvaen."
Lothvaen's eyes widened as he answered, "Why, my lord? How have I disappointed you?"
Legolas stepped back from Lothvaen, turning to gather an item from the ground nearby. Lothvaen's eyes almost bulged from his head as Legolas turned back to him. The Prince was slowly running the scribe's belt through his hands. He began to loop it around his fist as he approached Lothvaen once more.
"Shall we count the ways, Lothvaen?" His countenance was stony and the scribe searched for any sign that his gentle lover still resided in the elf now facing him.
"Please, Legolas...do not do this...just let me go." He practically begged his lover.
"Silence! I will hear no more of your untruthful mouth until I command you to speak." Legolas had come to a standstill in front of Lothvaen. The smirk returned to his face as he watched the scribe's erection twitch at the order. Taking a step back, he let the belt uncoil from his hand. Walking around the captured scribe, he pretended to ponder his actions. "Now - would your punishment be best clothed or unclothed?"
He allowed no opportunity for an answer - had in fact ordered Lothvaen to silence - so he pulled the scribe's leggings down to mid-thigh. The cool air was more of a shock to Lothvaen than the first blow to his buttocks. "That is for taking weapons from my room."
The next blows were harder, stinging on his tense bottom. "That is for taking a horse without permission...that is for letting the horse wander with no protection while you pretend to hunt spiders..."
Each blow became progressively harder as the transgressions worsened. Legolas was panting hoarsely as he struck the last two blows. "That is for disobeying my orders to stay in the palace...and that is for scaring me so badly..."
He returned to stand in front of Lothvaen once more. Pulling the leggings from the scribe's partially suspended body, he clasped Lothvaen's legs and wrapped them around his waist.
"Please no, Legolas...not like this..." Lothvaen begged, but Legolas refused to hear him.
The Prince pressed his lips against the scribe's pleading mouth, silencing his request. His tongue plunged in and out in a rough parody of what his body would soon do to his captive. Lothvaen began to whimper as Legolas' hands began to squeeze his tender buttocks. He subconsciously began to thrust against his lover as a finger grazed his hidden opening.
"No Legolas..." His voice broke with a gasp as the finger pressed inside him. The pain that pierced him had him panting and squirming as much as he could in his position. He parted his lips against the finger that demanded entrance into his mouth, laving it well and knowing that this would be the only lubrication he would be prepared with.
The moist finger took the place of the dry finger that had penetrated him earlier, sliding in somewhat more easily as Legolas began to stretch him. The preparation was cursory, at best, and Legolas was soon fumbling with his own leggings as he pulled his hands from Lothvaen's body.
Positioning his dripping shaft at the clenching portal to Lothvaen's body, Legolas looked up once more into the scribe's eyes. "Tell me you do not want this, Lothvaen, and I will leave you be..." He searched the scribe's eyes, and upon finding no resistance, plunged into the captive body in one sure thrust.
A scream ripped from Lothvaen's throat as Legolas left him no time to adjust. The incessant thrusting of the Prince's hips provided friction for his pulsing erection. Legolas continued to pound into the scribe's body as he panted, "Never disobey me again...never scare me again..."
Lothvaen's body began to tense as his release built inside him. His body tensed and his back arched as a convulsive spasm tore through his entire being. He cried out as his seed unfurled from his shaft, splashing onto the Prince's chest.
Legolas' eyes grew wide as the clenching of Lothvaen's inner muscles pulled his release from him. He buried his head in Lothvaen's neck as his body jerked with each pulse of his shaft. He collapsed against his lover as his orgasm left him drained.
Lothvaen began to sob as Legolas' weight pulled at his overstressed arms. "Please -unbind me, Legolas," he whispered.
Legolas pulled himself away from Lothvaen as if he were in a daze. He blinked confusedly as he studied his lover. Reaching for one of his knives, he cut the bindings that held Lothvaen upright. He watched as his lover collapsed to the ground, cradling his shaking arms around himself. Moving to Lothvaen's side, he placed a gentle hand on Lothvaen's heaving shoulder. "I am sorry, love..."
Lothvaen shrunk away from Legolas, scrambling to his feet and backing away as Legolas rose to follow him. "Stay away from me, Legolas..." He panicked as Legolas stretched a hand toward him.
Legolas took a step toward the shaken scribe. He was stunned as one of Lothvaen's hands shot out, landing a blow to his cheek. He raised a shaky hand to cup his throbbing jaw.
The scribe pulled his hand back and stared at it, as if he were surprised that he could do such a thing to his lover. Raising horrified eyes to Legolas, he walked to the opposite side of the clearing and lowered himself to sit on a rock.
Legolas sat across the clearing from a still trembling Lothvaen, watching as the younger elf appeared to wage an internal debate. He raised his voice loud enough to carry across the empty space between them. "I really am sorry, Lothvaen. I meant no harm."
He was surprised when Lothvaen stood up and marched over to stand directly in front of him. "No harm? I am sore all over, Legolas. I am too ashamed to go to the healers. I will feel this pain for days. No harm?"
Legolas lowered his eyes. Taking a chance, he raised his hand and wrapped it around the calf of his lover's leg. Squeezing lightly, he whispered again, "I apologize, my love." Risking a glance upwards, he was surprised when he saw a soft smile on Lothvaen's face.
"I need to apologize also, Legolas, for disobeying your orders to remain in your father's caverns. You forget that before I began training as a scribe, I trained with Glorfindel as a warrior. This trip to Mirkwood was supposed to enrich my studies as both warrior and scribe." He raised a hand to run his fingers through Legolas' silky hair. "I can take care of myself. Just because it has been a while since I have fought does not mean I have lost my skills."
Legolas pulled Lothvaen down to straddle his lap. Placing a soft kiss on Lothvaen's open lips, he whispered, "I know that. I just panicked when I saw the spider's trap for you."
Lothvaen lowered his lips to Legolas', kissing his lover gently before whispering, "Thank you for saving my life." Pulling himself up from his lover's lap, he flashed Legolas a smile before turning and beginning to dress. "Next time, I will bind you."
Legolas pushed himself up from his seated position. "Is that a threat or a promise?" he asked. He chuckled as he heard the playful answer tossed over his departing lover's shoulder.
"Take it any way you like."
The End
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