The Jewel of Mirkwood

(A/N) This is serious Legolas abuse please don't read if you don't like and email me if you want a summary of what happens and what is said so that you don't have to read the nasty bits.

Chapter 26

Keeldon laughed heartily at a joke, one of his guards had just told him. The man’s face had erupted in laughter shortly before the five other men that sat around the table were in hysterics too. Their hoots and raised voices echoed around the all but empty hall and Legolas was sure they could be heard all around Edoras. Legolas had remained silent through the entire dinner and merely watched as the six men gorged themselves on food and wine. He had been made to sit on Keeldon’s left, the end of the leatherneck strap tied cruelly to the arm of the chair to prevent escape. Dish upon dish had been placed in front of him and while he’d picked at the fruit, cheese and fish dishes he’d totally ignored the meat ones in disgust. Unlike the men, Keeldon had only ordered a small jug of water for Legolas to drink and in some ways Legolas had been glad. He would be much better alert and sober to protect himself from Keeldon should the man attack him again. Keeldon however was not sober, nor were his guards who he’d asked to join him for dinner. The men were intoxicated and the air in the hall smelt of stale beer yet still they poured the amber liquid down their throats. Legolas had never seen men drink so much, even when visiting the alehouse in town, under his disguise. The consequences of it however were very much familiar to Legolas. Keeldon had become extremely touchy during their last dish, the man’s hands wandering all over his thighs under the table, make Legolas quite uncomfortable. While the guards could not see what Keeldon was doing, Legolas was sure the servants that stood behind them surely could.

No one had spoken to Legolas directly, as predicted, but he had felt the eyes of the servants and the guards watching him every so often. He had avoided eye contact with them all and only listened for a short while as Keeldon introduced him to his household before publicly announcing the rules for looking after the elf and the punishments for not obeying them. Keeldon himself had served Legolas his meal approving or disapproving what Legolas was to eat and what not to eat. On a tray nearby Legolas had seen wild berry pastries and had longed to have one but Keeldon had glossed over him when handing them out to his guards around the table. Legolas was disappointed but not surprised and merely sat with his head bowed as Keeldon and the other slowly ate their tarts.

It had seemed to Legolas that he had been sitting at the table all night under the scrutiny of the other householders when finally Keeldon stood from the table. Two of the guards had already passed out with intoxication and the three that remained looked to be fading fast much to Keeldon’s amusement as he waved for them to leave. Legolas remained seated and watched with disgust as the man next to him wiped his mouth on the white silk tablecloth before belching loudly and standing up with a groan. Keeldon laughed at the man’s antics and bid them all a good night as those guards still able dragged those not quite so able out of the hall, leaving Legolas, Keeldon and the servants left in the hall.

“Well my sweet I believe that was enough food to fill your belly for a week, I do not expect to hear you asking for more food again.” For the first time all night Keeldon turned to Legolas and directly addressed him. Obediently Legolas nodded and watched through the corner of his eye as Keeldon waved over a servant and gave him instructions for cleaning up the hall and getting his room ready for the evening. After a few moments the servant scuttled off and the others around the room began to slowly clean away the table much to Keeldon’s snort approval. “I believe I promised you to accompany me on my walk in the gardens Filgree.” Legolas watched as Keeldon unwound the leather strap from the arm of the chair before giving it an overly forceful tug as indication for Legolas to stand. The elf was a little stiff from having sat still in one place for so long but made no protest as the pain in his side from the earlier incident sent shockwaves through his body. Falling into step behind the lord Legolas gingerly followed Keeldon outside. The man stumbled a few times in his intoxication and inadvertently pulled on the leather strap to save him almost causing Legoto fto fall with him. Taking the opportunity of fresh air Legolas inhaled deeply on the sweet night air, filling his lungs to the brim clearing them of the foul smoke from the men’s pipes which they had been smoking all through their meal. The sky was clear this night and Legolas looked up to see the sparkling specks of light shining down on him. In silence the pair walked through a maze of garden paths, past gardens full of exotic flowers Legolas had never seen before. Compared to the inside of Keeldon’s house, the gardens were magnificently adorned. Stone statues jutted out from ever corner they turned and Legolas found himself forgetting him was even being led as a captive for the sight of the beauty around him. The path they followed soon widened out into a large round flat of grass, surrounded by trees like a natural alcove in the garden. Without warning when they reached the middle of the circle of grass Keeldon sat down abruptly. Legolas let out a yelp of agony as the force of the pull on the neck strap sent him sprawling head first to the grass beside Keeldon.

Keeldon merely laughed drunkenly uncaring for the state of Legolas, even as the elf’s nose began to bleed at the force of the impact on his face. The man was obviously very drunk and Legolas wondered how much coaxing it would take for the man to fall asleep allowing him to run for freedom. Any ideas of escaping however were shattered as Keeldon felt around in the grass for a moment before uncovering a metal stake driven hard into the ground. Looping the leather strap around the stake Keeldon produced another lock from the pocket of his robes and firmly secured the end of the strap to the stake, a smile of utter delight illuminating his drunken features.

“I acquired a goat once, a mangy thing it was did nothing but bleat and never produced milk.” Legolas watched as Keeldon lay back on the grass one hand behind his head and the other resting on his food-swollen stomach. “I kept it right here until my son return from war and then I had it killed and roasted for the feast.” In disgust Legolas turned away from Keeldon and stared at the grass in front of him, still wiping the blood away from his nose with the sleave of his tunic. The man’s laughter to his own dreadful story died slowly away until all Legolas could feel were Keeldon’s eyes boring into his back like stakes of fire pinning him to the spot. “Tell me Filgree how did you come to be at Sailston?” Legolas stiffened as he heard Keeldon shift closer to him a hand coming to rest in the small of the elf’s back. Remembering the consequences for not answering the questions before Legolas began to bend the truth of his story.

“I was returning to Mirkwood from a trip and I was attacked by orcs. I was forced to flea but was injured in the process, my horse brought me to Sailston.” At the very mention of ‘Iest’ Legolas felt tears spring to his eyes. He had not known what had happened to his beloved horse, perhaps the horrible healer had sold her just as he had sold Legolas. The thought didn’t bear thinking about and Legolas wiped again at the blood, which dripped from his nose. Keeldon mumbled quietly in reply to Legolas’ story even as his hand slipped up the back of Legolas’ tunic to begin caressing the elf’s pale skin. Legolas swallowed hard and tried to move away but Keeldon’s other hand came to rest on his hip preventing him from moving.

“You trained your horse as a fool then Filgree, if it lead you to this.” Legolas did not take kindly to Keeldon’s cruel words and instantly spun around to face the lord, angry and blinded by hatred.

“Iest is not a fool, she was a present from my father and once carried Gil Galahad to safety from the clutches of a dragon……” Suddenly realizing he’d said too much Legolas instantly shut his mouth and lowered his angry gaze from Keeldon who looked very much interested in what Legolas had just said.

“The great elvan King Gil Galahad, really? And tell me Filgree who is your father to be able to afford such gift for his son?” Legolas swallowed hard his mind racing to try and think of ausiausible lie that would see him out of the situation he foolishly allowed himself to get into.

“Iest was bought in a trade deal my father undertook with elves from Imaldris, he gave her to me a year before my coming of age.” Legolas could not think straight even as his mouth proceeded to continue talking without him. Keeldon raised a smooth, suspicious eyebrow in Legolas’ direction but said nothing, much to Legolas’ relief.

“And have you come of age yet Filgree?” Legolas sowedowed and mutely nodded avoiding eye contact with Keeldon even as the man moved closer to him and stared up at him from the grass. If things had been as long as they had seemed Legolas suddenly realised his birthing day had come and gone without him even noticing. If he had been worried about his father not acknowledging his coming of age he was sure that forgetting it himself was much worse. Not that he had anything to celebrate anyway being the personal slave to a man who treated him like nothing more than a prisoner. Again Legolas felt tears form at the corners of his eyes and didn’t bother to hide his distress as the blood from his nose mingled with the salty tears as they dropped form his chin to the grass. “Shhh, do not cry my precious your beauty is spoiled by such sadness.” Legolas did not move as Keeldon reached up to him and gently wiped the blood and tears from the elf’s face with the sleave of his own robe. Legolas was momentarily moved by the first show of kindness from the man although it was dramatically short lived. “I have something that will take your mind off your past.” Unable to see what was happening Legolas did not have time to react as Keeldon reached behind Legolas’ head, gripping a hand full of blond hair before pulling the elf’s lips roughly down to his own. Legolas tried to struggle even as Keeldon gripped Legolas’ hair tighter, holding the elf’s lips to his. Keeldon’s second hand came up swiftly to grip Legolas’ jaw forcing the elf to open his mouth so that the man could brutally stab his tongue into Legolas’ mouth. To Legolas it tasted foul, the feral breath of the man mixed with the stench of pipe weed and beer made Legolas almost want to vomit. It would be his first kiss, everything Legolas had once imagined it to be was shattered by the disgusting man now forcing it upon like a whore. Legolas dry wretched as he finally got the upper hand and forcefully pushed Keeldon away from him, putting as much distance between him and the man as the leather strap would allow. Legolas spat on the ground and crudely wiped at his mouth in an effort to rid himself of the taste even as Keeldon began laughing at him.

“As I said my love, that has taken your mind off sad things hasn’t it?” Keeldon’s cruel drunken laughter echoed around the grove and Legolas pulled even further away from the man despite the painful tightening of the collar around his neck. “You will learn to like what I have to offer you Filgree, and in time take pleasure from such acts in the future.” Legolas grew angry but also fearful of what Keeldon meant and instantly snapped his passive and restrained manner finally breaking under the pressure. He would endure all types of punishments and hardships Keeldon inflicted on him but he would not allow his body to be violated in such a way.

“I did not give you permission to do that to me! You disgust me and I will never take pleasure for anything you give me! My body is mine and I do not allow you to touch me in such a manner, your skin repulses me and your caresses make me sick to the stomach. You are a foul, unfeeling creature who deserves to die at the hand of my people. How dare you presume such acts from me when it is not my wish to give them to you! I would rather die than be subjected to your kind of sick pleasure!” Uncaring of what he was saying Legolas screamed at Keeldon becoming more infuriated as the smile upon Keeldon’s face grew with each insult that Legolas gave to him. Legolas was almost out of breath his face red with anger and his fists clenched in rage. There were a lot of things in the world he could handle and was forced to understand but Legolas’ desperation to be away from this place finally out weighed the rationality Filgree had always taught him. There was a stagnant silence that came between the pair after Legolas outburst and Legolas stared at Keeldon as the man lay back on the grass a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You may scream as much as you want my sweet one but your resistance only serves to make my desire for you grow.” Legolas watched unbelievingly as Keeldon reached down under his robe and between his own legs to give a through stroke of the bludge which now stood tented up beneath the purple robes. Keeldon moaned at his own touch before reluctantly letting go of himself and rising slowly from the grass. The man swayed a little on his feet but regained his balance with startling speed, to stand towering over Legolas form. Legolas was shaking in fear like a leaf as he watched Keeldon straighten his robes out above him before stepping over to him and stand directly in front of the elf, making sure that Legolas had to strain his neck up to see Keeldon. The calm joking smile that had previously graced Keeldon’s face was suddenly replaced with an untamed drunken rage. With a cruel blow across his face Keeldon sent Legolas to the grass, not giving the elf time to recover before dragging Legolas up by the hair to knee in front of him. “Oh how quickly you forget my love that I own you now, everything of yours belongs to me. I do not need your permission to use your body as I wish.” For emphasis Keeldon pressed Legolas face into the front of his robes so that the elf was forced to feel the man’s sickening bludge pressing against him. Legolas sobbed uncontrollably as Keeldon tightened his grip in the blonde hair almost pulling it out by its roots. “Tonight you will learn your place in my house Filgree, I will break you before the sun rises and perhaps then you will appreciate the generosity and kindness I have shown you in the past few weeks.” Legolas couldn’t suppress the scream that tore from his lips as Keeldon wrenched him to his feet by his hair again.

Panicking Legolas began to struggle wildly, fearful of what Keeldon meant by breaking him. In the alehouse of Mirkwood he had heard horrible stories of men doing unspeakable acts against other fellow men in order to gain control and while he had never spoken of it to his tutor for confirmation he had always feared it ever happening to him and now his fears had the possibility of being realized. He did not know what the acts involved he only knew those victims of it were never the same again, their spirit crushed for eternity. Keeldon swore continually as he unhooked the leather strap from the stake in the ground winding it tightly around his arm before grabbing the elf by the waist and hair to begin dragging him inside. Uncaring of who was witness to his struggle Legolas continued to scream for help in elvish, the names of his father, of Filgree and Glorfindel echoing around the house like the last desperate cries of a mad man being put to death. With every ounce of his strength Legolas fought every step of the way down the hallway. On several occasions he’d bitten Keeldon on the arms and hands causing the man to call out in pain before redoubling his grip on the elf. The little progress they made down the hall got them to the open wooden door of the room Legolas had stayed in last night before but before Keeldon could continue past it to his own bedroom the sound of a house servant calling Keeldon’s name caused them both to halt in their struggles.

“My lord there is a visitor at the door that wishes to speak with you urgently.” Legolas continued to struggle even as the servant came to a stop in front of them to address his lord. Keeldon grunted at a strategically placed kick Legolas aimed at the man’s shin before he tightened his grip of Legolas’ throat cutting of the elf’s air and essentially immobilizing him while he addressed his servant.

“I do not want visitors at this time of night. I am busy tell them to come again in the morning! I do not want to be disturbed!” Keeldon took his frustration out on the servant in front of him even as Legolas began to gasp for breath his struggles falling still as he tried desperately to pry Keeldon’s hands away from his throat in order to breath.

“But my lord the visitor he is rather forceful and………..” The servant stuttered as Keeldon relented and lessoned his grip of Legolas’ neck allowing the elf to gasp in a great lung full of air having been deprived for so long. Keeldon frowned at the servant as the servant looked guiltily at Legolas before leaning in to whisper softly into Keeldon’s ear. Legolas was still on the edges of unconsciousness with lack of air and so did not hear what was whispered between the two men. He did however hear Keeldon’s growling curse before quite unexpectedly he was thrown into his room, the door slamming behind him and the lock being forcefully shut the other side. Legolas lay still and panting on the cold stone floor of his room in shock. Either he was the luckiest elf in all of middle earth or the Valar had saved him from his fate by this sudden miracle Either way he was thankful as he listened to the two pairs of footsteps as they disappeared down the hall. With the last of his strength Legolas crawled painfully to his bed and lay down on the end of it, sobs and tears of relief wracking his body into uncontrolled shudders. His fate was doomed and while he’d been given respite for a few moments Keeldon would return eventually and demand things from him again. There was nothing he could do accept prepare himself for the worst, and if indeed the man success in breaking him at least then Legolas could detach himself from his body and fade into Mando’s halls. It was cold comfort to the young elf but comfort all the same in the face of such an end.

TBC>>>>>>...................

(A/n) Appologise for the long waited update. Got cut off from FF.net for four days. I nearly tore my hair out during those four long lonely nights and thought my world was coming to an end. Anyway, now I'm back I've posted two long bits. Sorry that they don't follow the pattern of Legolas Chapter, Glorfindel Chapter and so forth but the information was just too long to put in one post.

Apart from that don't jump to any conclusions yet after reading this chapter until you read the next part, as all will be explained and revealed then!!!!!!!

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