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Master	By : Nightgrauen Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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When the
young Elf next woke, he found he was lying on his right side, instead of his
back. His hands lay, bound, in in front
of him on the pillow, his feet were free to move again. He blinked his eyes a
few times, clearing away the fog of sleep.

His hands
went to his face, struggling with the gag. But a stern voice stopped his weak
attempt to free himself of the hated device.

�Stop that,
my little princeling! I thought, by now, you knew better than to defy me.�
Elrond appeared from the balcony of his chambers, the rays of Arnor
illuminating his silhouette as they found their way into the room around him, and
walked the short distance to the bed.

Legolas
looked with fearful eyes upon the ancient Elf-lord. As Elrond raised a hand, he clenched
his eyes shut, awaiting the blow. But it never came. A hand caressed his left
cheek and stroking away hair that had fallen into his face.

�Tsk,
tsk... Legolas.� Elrond chastised the Elf in front him. �You thought I would
hit you? Never would I sink so low as to do such a thing...,� he paused, �...
myself. I thought you knew that.�

He left the
bedside, returning a minute later with a flask of some sort, speaking as he
re-entered the room. �However, should you attempt to take off the gag one more
time, I will bind you again, hands and feet, to the bed. I will not have you
foil my treatments.� He spoke as casually as if he was chattering to a good
friend, but then he turned his fiery
stare onto the Elf-prince.

�I was
gracious, when I released you. Do not test my generosity, you will find it
lacking next time!� Elrond eyes flared.

The threat
in his voice could not be mistaken and Legolas shuddered, nodding ever so
slightly to signal he had understood.

�Good.�
Elrond said, smiling again, his mood once more swung around. �Now that this is
clear, how about evening meal? A snack before bed?� He chuckled at his own
little joke, as he crossed the chamber to the bed, for he knew Legolas could
not taste what was fed to him.

Sitting
down on the bedside, he took down the feeding bag which he had hung on left
bedpost, and filled it with the thin gruel out of the flask. �Here we go,� he
said as he was done. He held up the sack with one hand and with the other
pressed the gruel into the tubing.

Ever so
slowly the gruel travelled down the tube, through the gag and then into his
stomach. Legolas could feel the tube in his oesophagus expand, as the gruel
flowed throught it, and choked. His stomach began to feel bloated by the amount
of nutrition forced into it in so short a time.

Tears of
shame trickled from his eyes as the procedure of force-feeding contiuned. He
felt degraded as all choice was taken from him. He could not even die anymore...

Legolas
cried harder, not caring anymore that the Lord of Imladris could see his tears.

He cried
for himself; cried for his father and those who had placed their trust in him,
for he had failed them. He cried for the knowledge that he would never see his
father again. He even cried for Elrond, for he had know the once great
Elf-lord. He cried until no more tears were left to cry.

As he
looked up with red swollen eyes he stared into the smiling face of Elrond, who
then turned to disconnect the feeding bag from the tubing. Hanging the sack
back where it belonged, he looked down upon Legolas.

�There,
that wasn�t too bad, was it?�, he asked grinning, seemingly oblivious to the
tears Legolas had shed during the procedure.But that was far from the truth, he
simply chose to ignore them.

�Four meals
a day and we soon will have you back on your feet again! What do you think?�,
Elrond asked as he stood. �Ah... silly me... I should not have asked. After
all, you can�t answer me.� He slapped himself on the forehead as if chastising
himself.

He walked
across the room. Standing in front of a padded armchair, Elrond began to
undress himself. Legolas watched in horror. Somewhere from beneath the heavy
fabric of Elrond�s robe a muffled voice could be heard. �It is late, we should
go to bed. Well... you are already laying in bed anyway.�

The Lord of
Imladris finished undressing... completely. Legolas closed his eyes and pressed
his face into the pillow. He did not want
to see Elrond ... he wanted to be somewhere else... he wanted to be home in his
own bed ... he wanted ...

Legolas
jerked startled as he felt a warm body pressing against him from behind. He had
not noticed Elrond crossing the room. He tensed as Elrond laid a hand on his
hip, drawing him closer.

Fear
gripped his heart, squeezing it painfully. Many thoughts and horror scenarios
chased each other through his mind and he began to shake uncontrollably.

�Shhh, my
little Greenleaf. Sleep!� The older Elf crooned soothingly and the intention
behind the words seemed genuine. Was this the old Elrond? Was this the father,
husband, healer, loremaster? None would ever know...

Nothing
further happend and Legolas relaxed slightly, yet he did not led his guard down
entirely, only falling into an exhausted sleep as his body shut down, weak from
days malnutrition.

Elrond lifted
his head off the pillow, gazing over the young elf�s shoulder into the relaxed
face of a sleeping Legolas. Smiling, he caressed the soft cheek of the fair
haired elf. Snaking his arm around Legolas waist, he drew the sleeping elf
closer, snuggly against his body.

�Sleep my
precious beauty!�, he whispered into a delicate ear, then closed his eyes and
went to sleep as well. Dreaming of certain fair haired elf...

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