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The Prince
of Mirkwood woke to the feeling of something warm pressed tightly against him,
sighing contently as his mind floated somewhere in the fuzzy world between
sleeping and waking. He snuggled deeper into the warmth and tried to slip back
into the wonderful world of elven dreams.

But
something tugged on the edges of his mind and would not let him return to where
he so desperately craved to be. And as voice floated to his ear, he suddenly
knew why and was harshly catapulted back into the waking world.

�Good
morning, darling? How are you feeling?� The voice hummed merrily.

Legolas
eyes shot open, as he realised where he was and whose body was pressed against
his. His body tensed immidiately with this conclusion. Shaking fingers grabbed
the fabric of the pillow beneath them and squeezed it, as Legolas closed his
eyes, willing Elrond away.

Fingers
began tracing small patterns on his stomach. �I trust you have slept well? Of
course you have,� Elrond answered his own question, since Legolas could not.

Legolas
tried to wiggle away from the questing fingers, but the arm around him
tightened, drawing him back even more snuggly against the body behind him.

�Ah...
ah... trying to go somwhere my eager, little puppy?� Elrond chuckled.

Hot breath
ghosted over his neck and Legolas shuddered in anticipation. But again, like
the evening before, nothing happend.

Suddenly
the arm around him drew away and the bed dipped as Elrond stood, making low
noises as he stretched his body, loosening his still sleeping muscles.

�Ah, what a
fine day, is it not?� Elrond shattered casually as he crossed to the armchair
which held his clothes. Gathering them into one hand, he disappeared in the
bathing chamber, his voice still floating through its open door.

At this moment
nothing betrayed that this no longer was the loving, caring Elf-lord and friend
to many, but a gruel tyrant rivaling Sauron in his power.

�I have had
a light meal prepared for you, mashed of course, and something to drink. It
will be here soon, since I ordered it yesterday already. You will eat and then
we will prepare you for the day!�, he ominously explained, revealing nothing
further.

Legolas
anxiously wondered what the Elf-lord had meant with that, as he lay there
unmoving.

Elrond
re-emerged from the bathing chamber, now fully dressed, hair brushed and robe
straightened. He looked as regal as ever. At the knock on the door, Elrond
strode across the room and opened the door.

�Ah...
breakfast... finally.� He glared at the maiden � a human girl of mayhap 16
summers � as he took the tray from her hands. �Go, find Halath and tell him to
come and bring with him another man.� His voice was edged with steel.

Closing the
door on the girl, he turned, wearing a pleasent smile again. His eyes betrayed
nothing of what he thought or felt. He came to Legolas bedside.

�Now, what
would you like first? Food or drink?�, he asked as he re-attached the feeding
bag to the tubing coming out of the gag.

�I can
imaging you are thirsty... parched even. When have you last drunken something?
Ah... forget my silly question. Anyway, drink it is,� he talked rather to
himself than the elf lying in front of him. He dipped the cup of water, filling
the feeding bag.

The water
flowed easily down the tubing into Legolas stomach. He wavered between crying
in shame and being grateful, for he had indeed been thirsty. He would be even
more grateful if he could feel the cool fluid on his parched lips or in his
mouth. In the end neither feeling won
out and he simply lay there, letting Elrond continue his ministrations.

Next came
the thin gruel. Elrond added it from a bowl to the sack and patiently held it
as the viscous fluid flowed down the hose and into the stomach of his
�patient�.

Again
Legolas began to feel bloated with the gruel pouring into his tummy, and as the
flow continued cramps started to build up in his stomach. He wanted to cry out,
wanted to shout at Elrond to stop, but couldn�t as the gag in his throat
prevented any such action.

His eyes
began to tear as he choked on the gag, when he could not surpress the reflex to
swallow. Drool slid down his shin out from under the leather of the gag. Not
for the first time, he registered somewhere in his distressed mind.

Ignoring
the younger elf�s obvious discomfort, Elrond continued �Soon... there only are a few drops left,� Elrond said
grinning as he fed the prone elf the last few drops, pressing them down through
the tubing into the waiting stomach. When he was done, he once more
disconnected the feeding sack from the tubing.

Elrond was
about to say something as someone knocked on the door.

Looking up
sharply, he asked: �What is it?�

�It is I,
Halath. I brought one other man with me, as you ordered, My Lord� he explained.

Elrond
nodded to himself. �Wait outside until I call for you,� he ordered, then looked
at Legolas again, who watched him with big eyes.

�Hm... I
can imagine you need to relieve yourself, don�t you?� Elrond asked in seemingly
genuine concern.

A light blushed
appeared on Legolas� cheeks and crept up to the tips of his delicate ears. He
pressed his face into the pillow and nodded ever so slightly.

A chuckle
filled the air around him. �I thought so.�

Elrond
grabbed the younger elf by his bound hands, drew him to his feet and then to
the bathing chamber which housed the facilities. Pressing Legolas, who was still naked, down
onto them, he ordered: �Relieve yourself!�

Legolas�
blush intensified tenfold and a tear slipped down his cheek as he looked down
and let go off the restraint on his bladder. Another tear followed the first. He had never felt so ashamed...

As he was
finished he looked up to Elrond, who fixed him with an expecting stare. �Do you
need to relieve your bowels as well?� The question was simple, almost clinical,
yet it had a huge effect on the young elf.

The dam of
his tightly restraint emotions broke anew and tears trickled down his face
unchecked. He looked to the floor, his shoulders shaking in silent sobs.

�Well,
since you are obviously finished, let us get you ready for the day,� Elrond
stated, took hold of Legolas hands and led him back to the bed.

Legolas had
regained back a measure of control on his emotions and wondered what Elrond
ment by �getting him ready for the
day�. He should find out soon.

The
Elf-lord pressed the Elf-prince back down upon the bed and Legolas lay down
without protest.

�Since I
cannot stay here all day to watch you, I am after all a great Elf-lord and have
many things to do,� he began to explain, grinning wickedly, �... I have to
ensure you do nothing stupid, or run off.�

Legolas
eyes widened with every word the older Elf spoke, as the implications of his
words became clear. He shook his head desperately.

�Don�t make
this harder on yourself as this has to be,� Elrond growled suddenly as Legolas
had begun to edge away from him, and
grabbed his bound hands.

�Halath!�,
he summond the man in his service and he entered with another man following
him.

�Yes, my
Lord?�

�I have to
make some adjustments to prepare our young guest for the day... to make him
comfortable,� he declared, �... and to ensure he cannot hurt himself or does
something �stupid�!� At this word he looked pointedly at Legolas.

He took
something from the wheeled cart still standing
next to the bed where it had been left standing the day before.

�Please
secure his wrists and hold his legs to his chest,� Elrond ordered.

Legolas
panicked and begann to struggle even as Halath took hold of his ankles and the
other man of his wrists, which he then secured with a chain to the bedposts.

His long
legs were pressed into his chest, and Legolas began to cry in earnest. He was so vulnerable in this position... he
felt so exposed... in this moment he wanted nothing more than to die... to fall
into a black abyss and never wake again. But Elrond had ensured he could not
even do that...

He felt the
bed move as Elrond sat down behind him. �Legolas... Legolas...,� he chided as
if he was talking to an unruly elfling, �This is happening by your own
decision. Since you would not relieve your bowels earlier and I cannot have you
sully my bedding while I am away, I have to make sure you can�t.�

The young
Elf-prince shook with silent sobs and flinched as he felt something wet, cold
and slick at the entrance to his body � Elrond�s fingers. The motions were
hasty and clinical. As a slick diggit entered his rectum, he tensed.

�If you
tense, this will hurt more than it has to, darling,� Elrond stated matter of
factly, not even waiting for Legolas to relax, but simply continuing and adding
another finger.

�I am doing
this for your own comfort as well, don�t you see? How would you feel if you had
to lay hours in a sullied be?� Elrond explained.

The diggits
left his passage and something else was pressed to his opening, something
bigger and much harder. The pressure increased and Legolas began to struggle
again as the shock wore off. He tried to kick his legs free, but they were held
securely in Halath�s grasp. He tried to wrench his arms free of their fetters,
but they held firm.

The pain
increased with the level of pressure on his opening and then, suddenly, his
sphincter gave way to whatever device Elrond had pressed to it and it slowly
slipped into him.

Legolas
jerked at the sudden and intense pain this caused and wanted to cry his pain
out into the world, but couldn�t. In Elrond�s eyes surely another bonus of the
feeding gag.

The pain
slowly but steadily subsided and Legolas could feel something lodged deeply in
his passage. It was huge and caused him
great discomfort. He felt like he needed to take the most important shit of his
life. He tried to expel the monster, push it out with his rectal muscles, but
it did not work.
It felt
like a huge bulb inside him, held securely in place by the sphincter closing
around the smallest part of the device, before it widened again � outside his
rectal passage. No matter how much he pressed, it would not move.

The men
released him and he curled in on himself, his body shaking with silent sobs. He
did not see Elrond motion Halath and his companion to go, nor did he hear them
leave the room, too focused was he on his own miserable feelings and
discomfort.

A hand
padded his bare behind � Elrond. He ignored the Elf-lord and continued sobbing
into his pillow. But the hand would not
let him and was joined by another. They uncurled him and rolled him onto his
back.

He lay
impassivly, even as Elrond took his ankles and chained them once more to the
bedposts. �There you go. All done and ready for the day,� Elrond crooned, but
got no reaction from the figure on his bed. Slipping up to sit next to Legolas�
head, he stroked away tears and unruly hair from a pale face.

He smiled
at the despondency he saw in the blue eyes staring up at him. Padding the
younger elf�s cheek, he spoke: �Even if you should loose restraint on your
bowels now, you could not accidently sully the bedding. Isn�t that wonderful.
The things I do for you...,� he sighed, then stood as no response was
forthcoming.

�I will
return for your midday meal,� he said, padding the cheek one more time, then
left.

And Legolas
continued to simply lay there, staring into nothingness...

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