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The Curse	By : Cassandra_Baudrillard Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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@Anon: Haha yes I saved Maglor for a rainy day! I figured Legolas was getting too happy lovey-dovey and needed to revisit some old trauma! With Elladan leaving it's not quite the end of that yet, but it does give Haldir some room! Hope you enjoy the new chapter

Chapter 12: Learn your place

That evening…

“No… please… no don’t… Stop”

The words of the prince filled his talan and a light chuckle followed in reply, “I’m pleased you’ve not quite forgotten me, princeling”

Caught between his dream and reality Legolas' breathing increased as he fought with both his mental as well as physical attacker who spoke teasingly, “Wake up princeling, you know there’s little pleasure for me in it when you sleep through it all”

Legolas’ eyes gained awareness and Maglor grinned, “There’s a good boy”

There was a shove as Legolas tried to fight off his attacked but although the youth went unrivalled in the art of archery he was no match for the bulkier man atop of him, “You dare fight me?”

A hand grabbed his hair and yanked it hard, “You will learn your place again, I see you’ve been absent lesson for too long. Fight me, you?”

Still Legolas refused to submit, “I am not your slave. I am not yours to command. I am prince, you shall cease this madness”

Maglor’s brow rose, but amusement spread over his face, “You think so, yes? You think you intimidate me, princeling?”

Though Legolas felt he was fighting a lost battle, he didn’t give up. He wouldn’t, “I should, I could have your head for this. You are not in Mirkwood now”

Amusement turned to anger as Maglor all but threw the Elf from the bed and unto the floor, “I shall remind you of your place, filthy slut. On the floor like the slut you are. You do not deserve the comfort of the bed beneath you. And to think I wished to offer you comfort for the time you’ve missed me… Not now. You want to fight me? You’ll feel the consequence of it.”

Ordinarily the Prince would’ve stayed on the floor, not fighting but undergoing the pain of his rape, but not now. Legolas scrambled to get up, to find something to hit the guard with, to give himself time to get away.

It wasn’t meant to be.

Maglor was on him again before he could stop it even as he maintained his air of confidence and spoke firmly, “STOP this! I do not want to be with you and you do not deserve to be with me!”

The guard simply chuckled, “Who’s been filling your head with this nonsense, princeling? You know no one would want to be with a filthy slut like you, you want this abuse, you live for it, it is all you were born for.”

The words shattered the confidence Legolas had been building faster than any physical injury could have, “No. That’s not true”

The words lacked his initial strength and confidence as he spoke them, followed by a weak command that really sounded nothing like a command at all, “I want you to leave”

The guard had no intention on leaving, not with his victim revisited, "Ahh but my sweet little slut, how could I leave when I know you must be eager to have me. It's been so long after all and while you do not admit it, you know you love having me inside of you. Isn't that right my little slut?"

Legolas stared at the man through wide fearful eyes but couldn't manage a reply beyond a stammered repetition that he wanted the man to leave.

It wasn’t until a large hand grabbed the man that Maglor seemed to panic but even as he stammered pleas and excuses a voice cut through them, clearer than the rest, “I'd like to think he was quite clear, was he not? Now you best run as fast as your legs will carry you, for I will make good on my earlier words to you.”

Legolas watched as Haldir released the guard who ran off into the darkness of the woods before the Marchwarden shut the door as Legolas’ resolve crumbled and he started sobbing.

Haldir joined him as the prince sat on the floor to cradle himself before he gently lifted him up and unto the bed, “It’s alright, I’m proud of you prince of Mirkwood. You did not surrender, you showed him your strength.”

Legolas took deep, long breaths in an attempt to calm down -something aided by the fact he felt naturally safe around Haldir, “I wouldn’t have bested him if it weren’t for your arrival”

Haldir shook his head, “You might have. You fought him whereas you didn’t before, I heard how you defied him. I’m not so sure you wouldn’t have bested him.”

Legolas looked at him then, “Why were you here?”

The Marchwarden drew back then, “I had a feeling he might try something, given earlier encounter, so I lingered outside your talan even before he arrived… I wanted to give you the chance to defend yourself first, to make you see you could, it’s why I didn’t interfere immediately.”

The prince seemed to ease at the knowledge he’d been safe all along, before he looked at Haldir in suspicion. The Elf wasn’t supposed to care about him, didn’t everyone tell him Haldir wasn’t true in his emotions? And yet, the Marchwarden had sacrificed his rest to make sure that he was safe…Legolas bit his lip for a moment before he whispered softly, “Would you stay with me tonight? I’d rather not be alone”

The Galadhrim seemed to hesitate –not sure of the request and not wanting to impose, or so Legolas thought- even though the Prince could tell he wanted to agree and so he pressed on, “Please?”

Haldir nodded despite his urge to do the honorable thing and decline, “I will stay then.”

As Legolas wondered about the how’s and began doubting the Elf's stay, the other removed such doubt as he lay down atop of the blanket, “Be at ease, Legolas.”

The prince offered a light nod, slipping under the blanket and settling into his pillow, before sleep claimed him moments later.

Sheer exhaustion brought on by panic and fear.

Haldir watched the Elf with increasing desire until Legolas began struggling in his sleep and muttering soft words of plea, “Stop… please stop… leave me alone”

Not questioning the source of the nightmares Haldir could only wonder how best to offer comfort to the young Elf.

Ever so slowly he drew the youth toward him so he could gently wrap his arms around him while whispering softly, “Fight him, Legolas, you are in control of your own life. Fight him.” And sure enough the struggles increased until the prince dealt some actual blows and Haldir had to resist a light hiss as the youth struck sensitive places. Still he didn’t pull away, not until the youth eased up and snuggled closer with a content sigh, “That’s it. Good job”

The words seemed to reach the prince, whose eyes gained awareness before he pulled back on impulse when he noticed he wasn’t alone in bed -almost falling out of the bed in the process- before he blushed as he realized who it was and offered a slight explanation, “I…I’ve never awoken with someone here before”

It was only then that he noticed slight bruising on Haldir’s shoulder and cheek, “What happened?”

Haldir rose a brow at him, “Do you at all remember your dream?”

Legolas frowned for a moment, seemingly lost in memory before nodding as the dream came back to him; he had dreamt of Maglor approaching him until somewhere, somehow he heard Haldir telling him to fight and … he had.

Eyes widening told Haldir that Legolas had figured it out as the youth muttered a soft, “By the valar, I did that?”

Haldir nodded and confirmed what the prince already knew, “You did”

Legolas blushed, lightly touching his fingers to the angry marks, “I am so sorry”

The Marchwarden shook his head, “Don’t apologize, it’s good that you found the strength to fight him, even if it was just in your dreams. Let me help you so that you may do so in reality as well, if he should ever bother you again”

Legolas nodded slightly, “I would like that”

There was a slight moment of silence before Legolas spoke softly, “Haldir?”

The Marchwarden offered the hint of a smile, “Yes?”

The prince leaned in, softly pressing a kiss to the Marchwarden’s lips, “Thank you…”

A light grin replaced the smile, “With rewards like that… you are most welcome, any time you like”

TBC…
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