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Title: The Loving Hand of Darkness 16/?
Author: Ylith (CneajnaTsepesh@aol.com)
Pairings: Legolas/OMC; Legolas/Sauron; Legolas/Aragorn
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, con/non-con, SEX
Summary: Legolas is banished from his home by his father; he is alone and saved by the most unlikely person…
Disclaimer: It grieves me to talk about this...but I own nothing...
A/N: I love feedback, and am more likely to work if I get it. If you like the story let me know and I will continue. I will respond to all e-mail sent to me. Flamers will be laughed at.
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Sauron washed the remaining blood from his hands, admiring how the blood drifted from his fingertips and slowly stained the water crimson. He slowly dried his hands on a cloth by the basin. He was still thinking about the events of the evening…how the man had looked the first time Sauron had sunk the wicked blade of the knife into his skin.
The Dark Lord wished it had been the guards that first touched Legolas, but he was sure he would never see them again. One thing he was sure, was that when he claimed the Ring, the first thing he would do would be to send the wraiths for them, and bring them to Barad-Dur. He would tear them apart slowly; make sure they would not die to prolong their suffering…their penance. He would let Legolas watch, if he wished. He could not see his beauty taking pleasure in the suffering of another, but he would never deny his love the chance for a closure he might long for.
Sauron walked down the dark hallways towards his chambers. He walked slowly to make sure that he could get any extra exhilaration that Legolas might be able to sense out of his system. All he needed now was to touch the soft skin of the tender Elf, to hear his sweet voice and remind him of the light. He needed his warmth and his joy.
Never had the sight of his bedchamber door been more soothing than after the time away. He opened the door carefully, knowing that Legolas would probably be asleep, and he did not want to frighten him. The heavy door did not even creak as he opened it, and a soft glow of hall candlelight fell into the darker room, leaving a trail over to the large canopied bed. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the trail of light but not before he caught glimpse of the figure curled under the heavy blankets.
The room was very dark, and although his eyes would adjust, Sauron decided to light a fire. The room was fairly cold, and could stand for some warmth. He quietly went and lit a fire, coaxing it to life and watching it grow. When it was complete, he turned to gaze upon the sleeping form of his beloved Elf.
Legolas looked so serene in slumber. He lay upon his stomach, his one leg tucked up under him so that he could slightly curl towards Sauron’s side of the bed, the fingers of his left hand curled around the Dark Lord’s pillow. Sauron smiled as he removed his clothes, not bothering to put them away and instead lay them on the end of the bed. Once naked, he drew back the coverlet on his side and eased himself below them.
Legolas stirred in his sleep as he felt his love’s presence beside him. He reached out his arms in his semi consciousness towards his lord. Legolas slightly draped himself over the larger man, letting his headrest on the man’s powerful chest, his hand there as well. The large man smiled and pulled the slender body closer, inhaling the sweet scent of the Elf and caressing the silken hair.
“You have come back to me…” Legolas moaned, his voice groggy from sleep. He nuzzled his face into the man’s chest and clutched him tight.
Sauron caressed his hair. “Of course, my love. Of course I came back to you.”
“Please” Legolas pleaded softly. “Please don’t leave me again.”
“Never” Sauron promised, kissing the top of the blonde hair lovingly. “I shall never leave you alone again. In the morning, when I depart for the battle again, I leave with you by my side. We shall not be parted, sweet Legolas.”
Legolas moaned in approval, and Sauron could feel the young Elf smile against the bare skin of his chest. He hugged the Elf to him and sighed, enjoying the other’s presence. “Sleep now, you shall need your rest for the ride tomorrow.”
Legolas settled and soon again fell into a deep sleep. Sauron followed soon after, and they slept, wrapped in each other’s arms. Sauron felt whole when he was with Legolas, and he knew that he would not have been able to endure and more time away from his light.
Sauron woke first the next morning as the sun rose into the sky, first light spilling into the dark room. He looked beside him at the sleeping Elf and for a moment, felt complete contentment. He thought not of the war, nor of power…he just thought of the perfection of the moment, and how he could be a happy man could he but only see this moment every morning for the rest of his life. The light caressed Legolas’ features, making them glow. Sauron let his fingers run through some of the silken tresses, before leaning down to kiss Legolas lightly upon the lips.
Legolas did not move as he woke, he merely responded to the kiss, opening his mouth to allow Sauron’s tongue entrance. Legolas moaned sweetly and let his arms drift around the man’s neck.
The light played against their forms in a way that showed all of their differences; dark flesh against pale, white gold hair against black, slender frame against muscled…and yet, for all their differences, they fit together perfectly as one.
Legolas arched his back into the kiss, and Sauron sat, letting the bedding pool around them. He drew the slender Elf up onto his lap, his arms cradling the smaller being’s back. “I regret that we must wait for any intimate acts, my love” Sauron said as he rubbed the soft flesh of Legolas’ back.
Legolas smiled. “How you make me wait, my lord” he purred seductively, leaning his head down to accept his Lord’s kiss. The man chuckled, a laugh that rumbled low him his throat. He lowered a hand to caress the Elf’s rounded buttocks. “You make it very difficult, my love. The man gently lowered Legolas to the bed and detangled himself from the graceful limbs and stood from the bed and walked naked to the large wardrobe across the room. He opened it and examined a few things, before removing an old silvery blue tunic of his, as well as a new one and tossed them to Legolas.
“Here my sweet,” Sauron said as Legolas caught the tunics. “These are a bit too small for me, and should fit you better than anything else. You should wear one under your robe to better protect yourself from the winds as we ride.”
Legolas took the old blue tunic and donned it. The aged fabric was very soft, and he could feel his Lord’s essence in it. The tunic was still much too large for him and hung from his slender frame, the neck threatening to fall off of one shoulder. He stood onto his knees and laughed at how the tunic fell almost to his knees.
“I always feel so small when I wear your clothes” the Elf said, a smile playing on his pink lips as he ran his fingers through his hair to brush it from his face. Sauron smiled at him and donned his own tunic, before pulling on the soft suede leggings and his over-tunic.
Legolas sat on his knees on the bed and watched the Dark Lord dress. He bit his lower lip and played with his thumbs as he sat. “So, I am really going with you?” Legolas asked innocently. He was too excited at the prospect of being able to stay with his love to think it could possibly be true.
“We leave in a few hours, just as soon as the horses are prepared.” Sauron said, tying the laces on his tunic. Legolas rose from the bed and crossed the room, taking the ties of the tunic in his graceful fingers and pulling them together, helping Sauron dress.
Sauron just watched the young Elf as he helped him, letting one hand drift up into the snowy hair. Legolas looked up at him and smiled, “I love you, my Lord” he said softly, standing on his tiptoes to meet the man’s lips.
“I love you too,” Sauron said, returning the tender kiss.
Their moment was unfortunately interrupted by a sound knock upon the door. Sauron called for the visitor to ender, and a man opened the door. He stepped inside the room and stood at attention.
“My Lord” he said, addressing Sauron. “The horses are almost prepared, and the men are ready. We await your command.”
“Prepare all for departure, we depart at once,” Sauron ordered, waving the man out from the room. The dark skinned man looked down at the alabaster Elf. “Hurry and get your robe, and anything else you may require. We shall be gone several weeks, so pack a small bundle.” Legolas nodded and hurried to do as his love bid him. He took out a red silk scarf and inside packed another longer tunic, as well as a pair of leggings. He was about to tie the scarf closed, when Sauron stopped him.
“Why do you not bring your dancing outfit? We shall have a tent together, and I would hate to see such an exquisite costume only get one night’s use.”
Legolas smiled at this and collected the long loincloth and chain that was his costume and placed it in the scarf as well, tying the cloth to hold the clothes. He then prepared a bundle for Sauron as well. He then placed them on the bed and hurried over to his Lord again.
Sauron was dinning his riding clothing. Legolas helped him wrap and pin his intricate black cloak, much like the one he had worn when he rescued Legolas from the forest.
That memory was so distant in Legolas’ mind most of the time, but seeing the cloak, it crept back, and he stiffened. Sauron of course noticed, and he took Legolas’ chin gently in his hand and raised his face.
“Never again, my love. I swear to you.” He promised with an oath that eased Legolas’ thoughts and pushed back the memories. They were thoughts he wished to forget completely, but he at least felt safe around Sauron. He let the black cloak not remind him of his pain, but of his savior.
Once Sauron was fully dressed, he took Legolas’ blue robe from the bed and wrapped it around his slender frame. “Come, Legolas” he said. “We must go.” Legolas nodded and followed. Sauron smiled as he felt the Elf’s arm slip inside his own and hold on for assurance. Sauron held the Elf’s arm proudly and they walked together, each holding their bundles of clothes.
The day was a dark one, clouds filling the sky and blocking the light of the sun. Legolas clutched Sauron’s arm tight when he saw the many Uruk-Hai that were standing around, their foul and twisted armor making them all the more frightening. Sauron looked at the ground and noticed all of the sharp rocks along the rough earth. He saw that Legolas was barefoot, as the Elf preferred to be, and the large man lifted the slender Elf into his arms to protect his delicate feet. Legolas buried his face into the man’s cloak covered chest, hiding it from the probing yellow eyes of the foul creatures.
Sauron walked over to his mighty black stallion and lifted Legolas to the saddle, setting him up on it. Legolas gripped the saddle horn and lowered his head, letting his hair hide his face so none of the creatures could see his embarrassment at his bare legs shown through the parted robe.
Sauron quickly mounted the horse behind Legolas, and drew the ends of his cloak around the small being to cover him. Legolas looked back to smile at the Dark Lord in gratitude, settling back to rest against the man.
“Are you comfortable, my love?” Sauron asked, wrapping one arm about the Elf’s waist and the other took the reins. Legolas nodded. “I am, my lord, thank you.”
Sauron raised an arm in the air to signal, and an Uruk raised a horn to its lips and blew, signaling for the army to begin. A roar or the Uruk-Hai was the response, and their coarse grunting filled the air. The horse began to move, and they were off.
They rode hard that day, the pack of Uruk running behind them, none of them seeming to tire. Legolas loved to ride, especially when the horse was running freely, and the wind whipped across his face and through his hair. He always felt most free and alive while riding and it was the one thing he had really missed while living in Sauron’s fortress. He smiled as he felt the wind push Sauron’s cloak that had covered him away from his body. He felt his blue robe ride up on his thighs and bare his alabaster legs to the stroke of the wind. His hair was whipped back by the winds, and it almost felt as thought fingers tendrils were running through it.
Sauron kept his arm around the young Elf’s waist, enjoying the feel of his warmth. He inhaled the flowery scent of the Elf and signed in contentment, cradling him to him. “Are you cold?” he asked, resting his chin on Legolas’ shoulder.
“No” Legolas said, loving how concerned his lover was, always asking after him even though he was sure nothing was wrong. Sauron knew Legolas did not feel the cold, as he was an Elf.
Sauron also was sometimes a little unsure of how much of Legolas’ Elven traits remained after his rape. On all known accounts, Legolas should be dead. The trauma of the rape should have made him fade and die, but he did not. He had survived, and now Sauron wondered if such a thing would ever affect him again. If that no longer had an effect, Sauron wondered if anything else had changed, so he would ask from time to time to make sure.
In truth, he worried about Legolas. He loved the Elf with all his being, and he did not know what he would do without him. It was only when he had found the Elf that things had begun to make sense; that his life had seemed to have worth. And sweet Legolas…the tender angel deserved so much, and up until that moment in the woods had been treated like the most worthless, insignificant dirt. The thought that such a light could have been extinguished by the hateful acts of horrid men disgusted him, and made him hold his love all the tighter. Legolas had lived so far, but what if it was all shock? What if Legolas was slowly fading, and then one day, Sauron would wake up and see his beloved dead beside him?
These worries plagued him, and haunted his dreams. While he had been gone on his last patrol, he had had one of these dreams, and it had been so vivid, that when he woke, he had cried out, and searched for Legolas in the tent for hours. When he had not found him, he had remembered that Legolas was at Barad-Dur. The next morning, he had departed for home, the need to see his light almost splitting his heart.
The Dark Lord, leader of the black forces, kissed the side of the Elf’s head tenderly, and love was his only thought.
They arrived at the camp on the second day after riding through both day and night. Legolas was amazed at the stamina of the Uruk, who seemed to know no fatigue. He allowed himself to rest against his Lord’s chest when he felt tired, but was extremely relieved to see the camp in the distance. When they arrived, there was a man waiting for Sauron with rolled documents. He saluted to the dark Lord and handed him the papers.
“This is a message from Lord Saruman, it is his report on…”
“Thank you, I shall read it” Sauron cut him off and held out his hand to receive the document and stop him from speaking of official business in front of Legolas. “I will be in my tent, going over the plans. I do not wish to be disturbed unless it is absolutely necessary, understood?”
“Of course, my Lord” the man said, bowing and turning away.
Sauron got down from the black steed and helped Legolas down from the saddle, setting him on the ground gently and led him towards the tent. The tent was made with a skeleton structure of wood and then covered on the outside in a great dark cloth. Sauron lead Legolas into the mighty enclosure by the hand. Legolas gasped with delight when he saw the inside.
The inside of the ‘tent’ was decorated like the inside of an extravagant room. Colored silks were draped around the structure’s walls, and colorful cushions were strewn all about. In one corner, there was a large cushion as big as a mattress, and it had coverlets draped across it. Candles were lit around in the enclosure, giving it all an otherworldly glow.
Sauron encircled Legolas’ waist from behind, hugging his body close. “Do you like it, my love?”
“Oh my lord…it is wonderful!” Legolas cried out in delight, spinning in his arms so that he could kiss the man’s warm lips. Sauron returned the kiss, and it grew into one of intense passion. The Dark Lord’s hands traveled down the young Elf’s back and made their way to his firm buttocks, cupping there to lift him from the ground.
Legolas wrapped his long legs around the man’s waist and Sauron held him up as he walked them over to the mass of cushions. He carefully sank to his knees and gently set Legolas back on the soft pillow. Legolas sighed as he felt the silken material against his exposed legs and thighs. It was nice and cool against his warm skin. He looked up into Sauron’s dark eyes as the man set deliberately to the task of undoing the ties of the Elf’s robe and gently pushing it from the Elf’s body. Legolas gracefully sat to allow the tunic he wore to be pulled free over his head.
Legolas lay naked while he watched Sauron stand and remove his intricate cloak, and then his riding clothes. Legolas loved to watch as his love’s powerful body was slowly exposed. He loved the darkly colored skin of Sauron’s body, and it was a wonder to him, as his own was so pale. He loved to watch the man’s muscles ripple as he moved.
Sauron joined the Elf on the soft bedding, enveloping the smaller body in his own. They kissed passionately, drawing from each other. The candlelight reflected off of their bodies as they arched and moved together. The silken walls caught Legolas’ soft moans and cries as he was first penetrated.
Sauron’s fingers mapped Legolas’ pale body as he glided his member in and out of the Elf’s tight opening. The soft flesh beckoned his fingers, and the Elf’s moans and whimpers only drove him on. He kissed the alabaster column of throat as Legolas arched his back and threw his head back in a cry of ecstasy.
“Never again shall I leave you” Sauron promised as he kissed him, his hands playing over the little coral nipples on the Elf’s chest. “You shall always accompany me so we may never be parted for too long. Never spend nights worrying…is that what you would want, Legolas?”
“Oh yes…” the Elf moaned. “Never leave me at home again…I can not bear to be alone…without you…”
Sauron drew Legolas up against him as he thrust, pulling the Elf’s thighs around his hips to balance him. “When I home back from a day of battle…I want you here, my light…I will need you then…keep me from the darkness.”
Legolas did not quite understand the words, but he was so overwhelmed by the pleasure that he did not care. Their cries became louder as they neared their completion, and Legolas began to call out Sauron’s name, loving the sound of his beloved’s name on his lips.
While the two were engaged in their act of passion, they were unaware as to the goings on outside the tent…
Outside the imperial tent, the Uruk-Hai Ugluk stood in shadow, listening to the two making love inside. The beast did not think in such terms, though. It knew nothing of love or affection. All it knew was that its master was inside rutting the pretty little elf. The audible cries of pleasure the Elf made aroused the creature. It loved to hear the pretty thing scream, and imagined that it was the cause of those screams. The creature Ugluk had its hand inside its torn leggings and was stroking its member, thinking of the Elf and how good it smelled when it was afraid. It thought of bending the elf over and making it make those sounds…make it beg…
Ugluk could wait, but he was growing impatient. Its need to rut the Elf was making it mad, as an animal in heat would be. It made no noise when it came, and merely wiped its hand on its leggings, not caring if it stained or soiled it. It could hear the two inside climax together, and contented for the moment, it turned and left.
Soon, it promised itself. Soon…
TBC…
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oh, and the fellowship enters in the next chapter