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Title: Out of the Safety of the Woods

Authors: No Tears, with a considerable amount of help from Dollrandir

Rating: NC-17 in later chapters

Warning: Violence/torture, bdsm, rape, and all that good stuff. I�ve
decided to go further into this fic and explore the realm where Legolas
is in a non-consensual Master/Slave relationship. Eventual slash!

Pairing: *Eventually* Legolas/others (all OCs)

Disclaimer: We don't own anything made by Tolkien! Naruhitu, however,
belongs to Dollrandir. All the other icky bad guys are mine!
Part 3: No Hope For Escape
Dantar watched impassively as five of his men uncovered the cage where
the Elf was being kept. Twilight had begun its descent nearly an hour
ago, and had finally given way to darkness. The caravan never traveled
during the day, for the chances of opposing forces attacking were too
great. One had to be on their guard while moving about in this land.
Several nomadic groups lived here, and were constantly competing with each
other. Thougath ath in great numbers was somewhat of a rarity, thieves
and slave traders such as himself were not.

Dantar had come into slave trading at a very young age, and under his
father�s tutelage had become very proficient at it. When he turned 33,
he had grown tired of catching men, and had decided that he was going to
try for the unheard of task of catching a full grown, male warrior Elf
to sell as a slave. The first attempts were horribly futile, and he
nearly lost his life on more than one account. However, he had soon found
the best ways to render an Elf unable to escape capture. The ambush
technique used on the Mirkwood prince and his companion was just one of
many. He also found out soon enough that if an Elf was not securely held
and watched at all times then there was a good chance it wouldape.ape.

And his talent was not merely in slave trading either, but many masters
required his help when dealing with an impossibly disobedient slave. In
the past, those who had taken an Elf slave and refused his assistance
had met with several large complications. The Elf would either escape or
be killed by the master�s foolish actions, and even on one account the
Elf had murdered his own master before he himself was slain.

Dantar knew that the particular buyer of his ne acq acquisition would
gladly take his offered help. The man looked forward to breaking the
luscious beauty inside the cage that was now being opened. He knew that
this would be an especially delicious experience, for the Elf was more
fair than any being he had previously laid eyes on, and had the will and
ferocity of a tiger to match. But, even tigers can become but obedient
kittens under the right persuasion, he thought with a smirk.

Folding strong and well muscled arms, the man watched as the Elf was
roughly yanked out of the cage by a group of his men and set on his feet.
The captive�s ankles were to remain bound securely together; Dantar was
taking all precautions necessary to keep the Elf under his power. He
was well aware of the great balance Elves possessed.

His eyes glittered as he watched the lithe body of the Elf begin to
fight against the men holding him, then doubled over when a painful fist
crashed into his stomach. The Elven prince was trying to protect his
bruised abdomen from any more harsh blows, and the men around him took
advantage of his bent over position by grabbing his hair tightly to hold
his head down. The Elf jerked against their grips, but his attempts to
dislodge them did no good as they firmly pressed him down. Dantar saw
another man approach with a length of rope and begin to wrap part of it
around the prince�s neck. The man watched as shock registered in the
Elf�s eyes followed by a fierce struggle as he tried to prevent the man
from tying off the loop around his neck. He made it hard enough that they
had to force him to the ground and hold him there to finally get the
rope bound tightly enough around his neck.

They pulled him to his feet, and with three men, two of which who were
grasping his arms and the third holding the lead of the rope, he was
hauled forward. Though resist he might, he could not defeat the odds
against him and was eventually dragged over to where Dantar was standing.
The stance of the Elf was awkward because of his bound an, bu, but he
managed an air of dignity and lifted his head proudly to gaze at Dantar
through intense blue eyes that seemed to swirl with dark storm clouds.

Nodding to the men holding the prisoner, Dantar gestured to a tree that
stood a ways back from the nearest fire, signaling for them to put the
captive there. The men immediately complied, once more dragging the
prince until they were next to the tree. Dantar watched as the backs of
the Elf�s knees were kicked, forcing him to kneel on the ground as the
rope that was connected to his neck was bound about the girth of a large
tree, making him remain kneeling on the soft soil and dry leaves. One
of the men who had bound him gave him an annoyed slap before all of them
walked off to join the others around the campfire.

Giving the Elven prince a smile that was responded to with a heated
glare that shook Dantar down to his very bones, the man turned and seated
himself in front of the warm flames. Lifting a water skin, he took a
swig from it and then grabbed a piece of meat to eat. He glanced back at
the Elf, knowing it had been a while since the Elf had eaten and that
the creature would be feeling slight hunger pangs now. He knew, however
that the prince could endure much more. The Elf was going to have to
endure more, for Dantar found one of the best ways to tame a slave was to
keep them on the edge of hunger and thirst. It made a lot of things
easier, for one.

Turning back to face the warming flames, Dantar smirked as he heard the
slight clink of the Elf�s chains as he shifted on the ground. The Elf
was probably searching for a way of escape. Slim chance that would be.
There were guards stationed in great numbers around the perimeter of the
camp and the wagons to prevent thieves from making off with goods.
Dantar saw that some of the children who were quite curious about the
prisoner, and their innocence allowed them to look freely upon him whereas
other adults were forced to look away from the heat of his gaze. That
is, until their mothers realized what they were doing and were snapped at
for gazing at the Elf. Usually after this, the children would no longer
look in the Elf�s direction, or if they did their eyes were filled with
fear. Dantar wondered what it was the mothers were telling their
children that would elicit that type of reaction in a child.

After consuming his meal, the man once more looked back at the prince,
finding the Elf gazing up at the stars. It was an interesting thing
that most of the Elves he had taken captive did. Being deprived of the
stars and life around was another factor that produced great results in
training. The Elf was going to have to enjoy this night while it lasted.
Dantar had much in store for him, and allowing him out of the dungeon
where he would be staying was not one of them.

Glancing up at the stars himself, Dantar was unsurprised to find that
most of them were slowly being covered with thick, dark rain clouds.
They had been expecting a storm for about a week now, and it seemed that
tonight would be the night when it finally began. Dantar cared little
about this inconvenience, for the worst it would do would be to give him
a wet and muddy Elf to sell. He was sure that the buyer would not
particularly be stressed about this point.

Deciding that watering the Elf might be a good idea, Dantar rose and
walked over to the prince and kneeled before him, a small smile on his
lips. The Elf�s reverie was shattered when he realized the man was there,
and he locked eyes with Dantar and glared his hatred through eyes that
seemed to contain all the wrath of the Valar in their depths. The man
slowly drew a knife from his belt and held it against the prince�s
cheek, his eyebrows rising in slight amusement when the Elf did not even
flinch at the cold steel.

Gently pressing the cold blade to his captive�s cheek, Dantar gave the
Elf a calculating look. He let the blade idly trace little lines across
the prince�s face, being sure to never pierce the seemingly soft, pale
and creamy skin. The knife then came to rest horizontally under the
Elf�s chin, and applying slight pressure, the man forced the prince to
tilt his head so he was now gazing down his nose at the man.

"I trust you are thirsty." Dantar said softly after inspection. "I�m
going to remove your gag so that you may drink." Even though thirst was
one of the techniques he would use to break the Elf, he did not wish for
him to die of it. And training would not be starting just yet, anyway.
"You say a word, I slit your throat. Understand?"

The Elf�s eyes flashed with fire and he made a small growling sound in
the back of his throat, but otherwise made no move.

Dantar smiled. "I thought you would."

Keeping the knife in place, the man moved his hand behind the Elf�s
head, his nimble fingers swiftly undoing the tightly knotted leather. He
felt a slight twinge of admiration as the Elf hid well the discomfort at
the circulation returning to his lower jaw at having the leather
removed.

His eyes ever remaining on the Elf as if fearing he would vanish should
the man look away, Dantar took the water skin from his belt and lifted
it to the Elf�s face. "Now, are you going to drink this or do I have to
force the water into you? I won�t have you dying of thirst."

The Elf hardened his eyes but made no move. Dantar turned to find a few
of his men watching him, and nodded them over. Small smiles blooming on
the mens� faces, they walked over behind the Elf, boots making soft
crunching sounds on the leaves as they did so. Almost in unison, they
grabbed the prince�s shoulderrshlrshly and roughly threw him onto his back,
knocking the wind out of him with a grunt. One of the men gripped his
nose tightly and Dantar shoved the water flask between his lips. Sitting
back on his heels, Dantar waited patiently as he watched the Elf�s
throat move each time he swallowed. Only when half the water skin had been
consumed did the man finally withdraw it.

The Elf only lay still and quiet, obviously aware of the knife that
Dantar had returned to his throat after the flask had been taken. The
man�s keen eyes stayed on the Elf as he was still for a few moments, as if
daring the captive to cry out or even utter a word. After the Elf made
no move whatsoever, Dantar nodded slightly to the guards that remained
behind the prince, signaling for them to restrain him once more. The
Elf was forced up and onto his knees, and two hands - one from each of
the men holding him - fisted in his hair. The other two remained on his
shoulders.

Dantar smirked at the prisoner, enjoying the way the blue eyes
glittered dangerously at him, sending shivers down his spine. "Y�know Elf?" he
said, raising one dark eyebrow. "I�m beginning to like you."

Reaching forward, Dantar roughly shoved the leather back over the Elf�s
mouth, then wrapped it behind his head where it was tied painfully
tight once more. Chuckling a little, the guards holding the Elf released
their hands from him, allowing him to kneel on his own. Giving one last
smile to his captive, Dantar moved back at the fire to join in on the
song that was now going on. As he sang, the man could feel the heated
gaze on his back, and his smile grew. The anticipation of what was to come
greatly filled him.
**********

Clapping.

Someone was clapping.

Or maybe it was the sound of several Elves running through the Halls of
Mirkwood. Elves that would be nearby, for the sound was very loud and
seemed to grow even louder as awareness began returning.

His vision was returning slowly, and something was irritating his eyes.
He tried to shake his head to rid himself of this annoyance, but found
himself too weak to move just yet. As the surrounding world began to
come into focus, he could see the outlines of several figures, but they
seemed too large to be Elves. Puzzling. But the images he saw were still
fuzzy, and as he allowed his eyes to adjust - although the annoyance
that had been bothering them was becoming more noticeable - he saw that
the outlines were indeed not Elves, but horses. Several horses, in fact.
And that sound, that pitter-patter must have been their hooves
delicately clunking against the ground.

A loud rumble grew in his ears, and vaguely he felt fear fill him. Was
there also a tiger or wolf about? The horses, they should be running.
The tiger would come and hunt them. They would be eaten. Run, he
thought, run, noble creatures. Run as fast as your legs can carry you until
your hard hooves do not touch the ground and you fly off to graze among
the stars. Yes, you would like it there very much. The dark sky with all
its glittering lights would be such a beautiful place to live.

But in the sky, would there be grass for the horses to sustain
themselves with? Would water cleanse their palates? Air to liven them? Or did
it even matter, in that case. For surely the light of the stars would be
all one needed to survive, wouldn�t it?

Ah, maybe then, he should go to be among the horses in the sky as well.
Be away from the essential needs that grounded him to this mortal body.
Away from the tigers and wolves and all other predators willing to make
a meal out of him. And definitely away from that annoying feeling in
his eyes!

Naruhitu�s body suddenly gave a great jerk, and blasting pain filled
him. He groaned and tried to cover his head with his hands, but couldn�t.
His body would still not respond, except for shivers shaking it now and
then that he was dimly aware stemmed from the chill in the air around
him. Maybe it would be best to lie there, to let the years, decades, and
centuries rush by while he lay there in apathetic ecstasy. The pain he
felt now would gradually die away, along with all worries he might
have.

A shrill neigh sounded nearby, and he saw the dark shape of one black
horse moving towards him. Lifting his head slightly and wincing at the
flash of pain it gave him, the Elf gazed through half lidded eyes as a
herd of horses moved by. One of them, what appeared to be the chief
stallion, was looking at him through dark, keen eyes. The Elf tried to warn
the horse of the tiger coming, but all he managed was a pained groan as
he sank back down to the ground. There was a strange squelching sound,
and he realized that he was lying in mud. And after this came the next
realization that what had been bothering his eyes was raindrops, and
that the rain hitting the ground had been the sound he had first heard.
The roar of the beast, he knew, had been thunder. If he could have found
enough strength, Naruhitu would have laughed out loud for his
stupidity. As it was, he just lay there, quietly watching as the horse moved
next to him.

The great creature gazed down at him, the eyes shining with
intelligence, wildness, and even what looked like a bit of pity. Lowering his
great head, the horse nudged him. Naruhitu grimaced and groaned as old
pains flared up. The horse�s head immediately shot up at the sound, his
eyes locked onto the Elf as his ears turned this way and that. Seeming to
understand the helplessness of the being before him, the stallion
snorted once, turning back to glance at the other members of his herd. They
were all standing quite still, ears perked in curiosity as they watched
and waited to see what their leader would do. Shaking his head a few
times, the dark coated stallion turned back to the Elf, gazed down at the
creature for a moment longer, then gracefully lowered himself down next
to the raven haired Elf.

The others of his herd seemed puzzled by this, a few of them snorting
and others looking in every direction as if deciding whether to leave or
to stay. Ultimately, however, the rest of the horses began moving over
to the great stallion. The head female, a red mare only a little
smaller than her mate, settled herself down on the other side of the
shivering Elf, nuzzling him with her nose as if he were a newborn colt she was
trying to urge into standing. A few more horses laid down nearby,
feeling secure enough to be on the ground without any possible danger
happening. Others of less courage remained standing, not wanting to be the
ones struggling to rise if a predator came. But the stallion knew that no
predators would come tonight. They would all be hiding from the thunder
and lightning.

Naruhitu closed his eyes, wanting to go back into blissful
unconsciousness. As he began to drift off, he was aware of the mighty breaths the
animaloundound him took, and he felt safe and warm. Something large and
somewhat soft rested on his shoulder, and it took him a moment to
discover that it was a horse head. Managing some semblance of a smile
through his weakness, the Elf shivered once more and then slipped into a
dreamless sleep.

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The storm had arrived. Legolas felt a strange sense of foreboding that
came along with it. But was it not true that danger lay ahead for him?
It was practically unavoidable now. He had not found any opportunities
for escape, and they were now very close to their destination, or so he
perceived.

He was once more lying inside the cage with the blanket draped over it.
Though the cloth blocked out most of the rain, it did not stop all of
the water from dripping through and onto his helpless form. At the
moment, however, the water was not what was worrying him. There was no sound
of the wheels rumbling below him, nor was there any sensation of
movement. That meant that they had stopped once again.

The cloth over his cage was pulled off, and all at once he was hit with
a blast of cold air and water. The night seemed more chill than usual,
and he knew it was not just because of the rain or his apprehension.
The winter months would be arriving soon. This storm was but a taste of
the cold that was to come.

"Everyone halt!"

That was the unmistakable voice of Dantar, ohat hat Legolas had
quickly grown to hate. He knew the man�s presence would not be leaving him
any time soon, for he sent out every indication that he would be
spending time with the Elven prince during his captivity in this strange
place. He moved his head so that he was looking out and in the direction of
where the voice had came from. It was indeed Dantar who had spoken,
and the man looked all the world like it was truly a nice spring day
instead of a raging storm thif iif it got any worse, would most likely
cause serious problems for the caravan.

Rain splattered in the mud, creating puddles that got up to ankle deep
on the men. The horses around were very agitated, but had been
specially bred for traveling even through storms. Some of the children,
however, were growing sick, and that was probably the biggest problem that
they were facing at the moment.

Legolas watched as his cage unl unlocked and pulled open with a creak.
Strong hands reached inside and pulled him out to drop him
inconsiderably onto the ground, and his sapphire eyes narrowed angrily at the men
who had taken him out. They ignored him, instead looking to Dantar for
further instructions.

"We have arrived in Cavor." the red haired man announced. "I will be
bringing the prisoner to his Lordship, along with Faron and Muktan. The
rest of you, get the caravan through the gates and get the children into
houses and the horses in stables. Worry last for your items. We have
barely outrun the storm to arrive here, and it would do no good to take
for granted this stroke of luck."

Even as he spoke every person was moving into action, the men, women
and children who were to be going through the gates riding, walking, or
pulling along with their valuables. A loud trumpet sounded from inside
the gates, and then they were opened by several guards wearing red and
blue. The thankful people moved to get inside of this shelter as soon as
possible.

But the Elf found he would be taking a different way of entry when he
was grabbed by a few men and picked off the ground. They did not even
give him the choice to walk on his own this time, and simply carried him
through the rain as they followed Dantar into a side entrance to the
small, walled in town.

Once inside, he was taken over to a large house, looking more like a
miniature castle than anything. It was made of stone, and it appeared
that the rain did little to stir the inhabitants of it.

Legolas knew immediately that this was where he would be staying. And
he felt slight fear clench his heart once again.

The men carrying him stopped before the door, and Dantar pounded on
the door with a great fist, blinking the rain out of his eyes as he
looked around and waited for someone to answer. The door creaked open, and
an old looking man peaked out from a dimly lit hall into the rain. His
eyes squinted and he seemed to be searching for them, and when his eyes
rested on Dantar they widened, giving him a very peaceful look. His
clothes were that of a servant, and his manner towards the men suggested
this, also.

"Master Dantar!" the man greeted. "Lord Faregon has been anxiously
awaiting your arrival."

"As I am sure he has." Dantar replied with a smile.

"Here, let me invite you in. Come in, get out of that dreadful weather!
I tell you, this storm seems the worse we�ve had all year. This winter
will not be easy. Oh no, I can feel it."

As the man talked, Dantar and his men walked inside, carrying Legolas
with them. When the servant offered to take their clothes, the red
haired man had simply shook his head and said that it would be more prudent
if they first delivered Lord Faregon�s "package" to him. Two of the men
carried Legolas now, through halls in which he looked all around,
trying to take in as much information as he could. There appeared to be
several rooms with guardsthemthem, all clad in similar fashion as he had
seen the guards at the front gates.

Finally, the men came to a great wooden door, which Dantar knocked at
using a great metal knocker that stood on the outside of it. It struck
Legolas as slightly odd that the outside of the house should have no
knocker, yet one of the inside rooms did.

A seemingly cheerful voice from inside rang out then.

"Dantar! Come in, come in!"

The door was pulled open, revealing a large room with luxurious
furnishings and many bright colors. On the walls a few banners depicting
falcons with sharp talons and keen beaks hung, and one of the walls itself
was painted over with a huge picture of one of the birds of prey, its
huge talons extended and beak open in what seemed a loud cry. Legolas had
long admired birds of this type, but seeing pictures of them on the
walls of such a horrible place somehow made all interest for them become
replaced by loathing.

Sitting on a chair at the far end of the room, was a tall man with dark
hair and long, flowing robes. His eyes were bright, and seemed to
almost immediately focus on Legolas. The Elf held the man�s gaze putting as
much anger into the gaze as he could muster. The
man could not help but look away, and the Elven prince inwardly smiled.
It was one small victory amongst his seemingly endless swarm of losses,
but it was amazing how much satisfaction it caused.

"Ah, I see you�ve brought me my new pet."

The men holding Legolas moved forward, swinging the Elf as they did so.
Bringing him before Faregon, they tossed the Elven prince down onto the
ground. Stunned for a moment, Legolas watched as the red carpet beneath
him slowly turned dark with water that dripped off his long golden
locks of hair.

When he looked up, he was met with a deceivingly well mannered smile as
Faregon clasped his hands and gazed at him. The only thing the man
showed that revealed his true nature was in his eyes, and that was
undisguised lust that he now regarded Legolas with. Unable to do anything more
than glare, Legolas continued to put heat and fury into his gaze, not
that he needed to try very hard to do so.

The man before him slowly stood from his chair then, gazing down at the
bound captive.

"Welcome to your new home, Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood."
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