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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 4: Welcome to Hell
The moment he had seen him, Faregon�s lust had escalated so high that
it took him an unusual amount of will to try and contain it. He knew
that the evidence of it would be quite clear to the other men around him,
but he could care less, for they too, were gazing at the Elf in a very
much similar fashion.

*My* Elf, he reminded himself, a little dazed by the realization that
this creature was now under his power.

Truth be told, he had not expected Dantar to successfully catch one of
the royal Elves, for if they were not being constantly protected by at
least a battalion of their own kind, they were often extremely
resourceful and awesome fighters. A group of his own men had tried capturing
some of the common ones on their own, but when they waylaid the creatures
they soon found the tables had turned when the Elves proved to be much
swifter and stronger than they had imagined. Several of the men came
back wounded, and two did not return at all. The Elves, however, were
neither killed nor badly wounded, and had fled the men as soon as they
safely had the chance to do so. Faregon had heard rumors of a man who
could catch Elves, and had eagerly hired him once he found the rumors were
true. Dantar had been all too happy to help when he found what the sum
of the reward would be.

And it had worked. It had actually worked. Before him now was an actual
member of a royal family of Elves. The youngest prince of Mirkwood, if
he remembered correctly.

The Elf was currently glaring at him with eyes that were astonishingly
bright. They had taken Faregon�s breath away the moment he had seen
them. The face was all too beautiful, and the man knew that the area
concealed by the gag would be no different. And the body, oh, the body.
Built with lean muscles and giving forth a feel of exhilarating hidden
strength. Another thrill shot through Faregon as he thought of having that
power under his control, of seeing bared and shaking muscles strain to
break free of bonds, first in anger, and then eventually in fear. The
man exhaled rather harshly as he saw this image in his mind, and he
realized how badly he wanted to begin.

Looking up at the men yet in the room with him and resting his eyes on
the one who had caught the Elf, the man named Dantar. Although the man
possessed large muscles and was more built than the slave before him,
he was quite fair in his own dark way. Faregon himself was powerfully
built as well, and he longed to test his own strength against the Elf�s.
He was not one to use guards to help him with dealing with slaves. If
indeed, however, the Elf was as powerful as some of the rumors
suggested, he knew it would be prudent to have at least some help. Dantar had
explained to him earlier that he would help break and train the Elf if
need be, and though Faregon had simply said that he would think about it,
he knew that Dantar was already aware of what his decision was to be.

"Oh, pardon me, where are my manners?" Lord Faregon said then,
realizing that he had been gazing at the Elf for an extended period of time and
yet not feeling any shame from the gazes directed at him. "I am Lord
Faregon, Prince Legolas. I think I shall get straight to the point and
say that if you expect to enjoy your stay here, it would be intelligent
for you to address me as either Lord or Master." He smiled at the
rebellion that came forth from the golden haired beauty�s eyes at these
words. "I am the master and you the slave. Any disobedience shown to my
wishes is punishable, and you may do nothing without at first having my
permission." His smile grew wider. "I understand that these terms seem
unreasonable to you now, but I guarantee that after this first week you
will be feeling much more compliant to my desires. It will be your only
wish to please me."

The Elf made a sort of protesting noise behind the gag, shaking his
head once as his eyes gazed into Faregon�s, bitter hatred brimming in
their depths. Faregon held them for as long as he could, and once forced to
look away he caught Dantar�s eye. The black haired man�s green eyes
narrowed at the other and he nodded in approval.

"Take my slave to my quarters. I need to finish a few items of
importance, so make sure he is comfortable for the time being. When I return to
my room I am going to have a little talk for him, and then training
shall begin."

Dantar�s eyebrows seemed to rise in question, but he simply motioned
for the two men who had followed him in to help him move the prince out.
As he was grabbed, Legolas thrashed so furiously the men had to give
him more than a few hard blows to get his hostility at least somewhat
under control. The Elf�s eyes stayed on Faregon as he was pulled up and
dragged harshly out of the throne room.

As the door to his working chambers closed, the Lord of Corvar�s smile
vanished as he turned to begin working on pressing matterat at
required his attention.

Visible through a window, the storm outside raged harder than ever.

**********

Lord Faregon�s robes rustled softly as his long legs carried him down
the halls towards his sleeping quarters at a fast walking pace. He had
been distracted more than a few times from his work as he thought of
what would be waiting for him in his rooms. It was exceptionally hard to
concentrate on trade agreements when as filled with sexual frustration
as he was at the time. He had kept on glancing impatiently up at the
door, as if expecting something to happen, and when nothing would he�d
sigh expressively and get back to his work.

Now that he was finished, he could focus on matters involving his own
personal pleasure. Goosebumps trailed on his body as he felt excitement
rush up and down his back.

Once coming to it, he placed his ear against a greatly furnished wooden
door bearing an engraving of a falcon on it. Passing through the wood
he could hear sounds of struggling and muffled grunting. His loins began
to tighten, and a heated feeling surged through his body. Breathing in
deeply so as to get his desires under control, Faregon placed a hand on
the handle of the door and slowly pushed it open.

The sight that greeted him first was the large, four post bed lavishly
decorated with dark red silk blankets and soft pillows. Next to this
bed sat a table, upon which were bottles of various expensive drinks.
Another door stood across from him, one that led to his bathing chambers.
But what caught his immediate attention upon observing these was his
newly acquired slave, who was sitting in a large wooden chair. From the
chair extended iron wrought restraints which fastened the prince�s
wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the front two legs. There
was also a larger metal cuff that locked firmly around the Elf�s chest,
holding him tightly to the back of the chair. There was still a piece
of leather remaining over the captive�s mouth, preventing speech.

Eyes that seemed a mirror image of raging storm clouds glared at him,
seeming to dig right into his mind and soul. The Elven prince was not
moving at the moment, but the fine sheen of sweat that covered his
forehead laid claim to the furious struggling that had taken place moments
before.

Faregon looked upon the creature with wonder and undisguised desire.
The Elf would be so wonderful once properly trained. He knew that the
training and resulting breaking would not be easy nor would it come
quickly, but he was little bothered by this. If the Elf made him too
frustrated, he could do whatever he liked to the doomed being.

His lust grew and he felt the evidence of it against his breeches.
Sneering, the man moved over to the bound Elven prince, towering over him
in order to establish his dominance. The creature�s eyes showed no sign
of fear, and his only reaction was to tilt his head slightly and clench
his bound hands. Leaning down, Faregon removed the gag from his slave�s
face and continued to scrutinize him. When no words ensued from the
Elf�s mouth, he moved over to the table nearby and inspected the several
pitchers of winat lat lay there. His back was to his captive, but the
intensity of the Elven gaze made the hairs on the back of his neck stand
on end. He smiled to himself.

"Legolas. I hear that is what they call you where you come from." he
said, his rich baritone making a little echo in the once silent room. The
Elf stayed sullenly silent. Turning around, the man looked pointedly at
the golden haired being. "Is this true? I have heard it is, but I would
want it to be confirmed by a more knowing source."

The Elf�s eyes were now unreadable, and no words from him seemed to be
forthcoming. A flash of anger briefly ran through Faregon at his
slave�s insolence, and he stalked over to where the Elf was restrained. He
grasped the prince�s chin firmly before the Elf could react, and tilted
his head up, causing the Elf to glare fiercely.

"You will soon find that being silent when spoken to is a punishable
offense."

"Offense?" the Elf spoke finally, his bright eyes narrowing. "Who are
you to speak of offenses when it is I who have been stolen from my
kingdom and enslaved as such?"

"�Twas no fault of mine that you were seen as the easiest to capture of
the royal Elves." Faregon said, his dark eyebrows raising up. "Nor that
you were stupid enough to be lured into that captivity."

Legolas�s eyes blazed and he jerked angrily against his bonds, but they
held him securely. "Not even the swiftest of my kin would have been
able to defend against an ambush of that great a number."

"And that, my slave, is also no fault of mine." Faregon said with a
smile, before moving back to his wine. He picked up a pitcher and began to
pour its contents into a glass. "So, are you going to speak or would it
be better if I simply kept you gagged all of the time?"

Legolas fought back a growl in his throat at this. He did not wish to
give in easily to his captor, and he knew that in the long run he would
not. But he did not wish to be gagged again if it could be avoided with
little difficulty. "I do not know what pleasure you hope to derive from
my enslavement." he said, watching as the man lifted the glass to his
lips and sipped the liquid within.

"Elven slaves are a rarity, as I�m sure you�ve heard. Royal ones are
virtually unheard of. I simply wished to have a precious jewel such as
you for myself. Oh, there is great pleasure I can beget from this, my
young prince. Very much." His eyes when he turned back to Legolas were
darkened with desire.

Legolas�s brow furrowed for a moment, but he understood clearly what
the man meant. Faregon moved back over to where the Elf sat and placed
his hands on the prince�s forearms, leaning forward until his face was
inches away from his captive�s. "I shall thoroughly enjoy this."

With that the man crashed his lips into the Elf�s in a powerful and
dominating kiss. Legolas�s eyes widened and he gave a muffled cry of
outrage which only served to allow the man�s tongue entrance into his mouth.
The hinges of Legolas�s open jaw were gripped with a powerful hand to
prevent him from biting down upon the tongue that was exploring the
contours of the Elf�s mouth. He fought to throw the man off, but bound as
he was the effort uns unsuccessful. He tried hard to close his jaw, to
bite down on the unwanted intruder, but the man�s hand was strong and
the Elf�s eyes began filling with tears at the pain as he stubbornly
refused to give up the fight.

When Faregon finally drew away, Legolas was panting in fury, his eyes
hard. The man watched the Elf try to be as subtle as possible while
trying to work out the kinks in his abused jaw, to blink the tears that
resulted from the previous sharp pain back. Raising a calloused hand to
the prince�s pale cheek, the man gently stroked the soft skin, loving the
feel. Legolas hissed and pulled away, breaking the contact.

"Do not touch me." he growled.

Faregon�s lip curled at these words. "You have no choice in these
matters." he said firmly. "And in time you shall even grow to like it. That
was but a taste of what is to come." Drawing back up and walking over
to the table, the man downed the rest of his drink. He ran his tongue
over his lips and gave Legolas a sly look. "However, I think this time I
will heed you and do as you will. I have other plans for you these
first few nights. A precaution, if you will, to ensure your obedience."

"Do not count on it." the Elf replied, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"I do more than count on it, slave." Faregon said. "I can nearly
guarantee it."

Grabbing a cloth laying on the table and at the same time reaching into
a pouch hanging on his belt with his other hand, the man took out a
pinch of something and smeared over the cloth. When he began heading
towards Legolas, he could see the Elf brace himself for whatever was in
store. Clever one, Faregon thought as he stood before the prince. But
Faregon was in no mood for delays at the moment as he knew that he still
needed to take care of a few more things before retiring for the night.
Balling one hand into a fist, the man delivered a harsh blow to the Elf�s
unprotected abdomen, and as the wind rushed from the slighter being�s
form he quickly placed the cloth up to the mouth and nose. Before
realizing it, Legolas inhaled sharply to regain his breath, his eyes widening
when he realized that the cloth had some sort of drug on it. Whatever
action the Elf might have taken then was too late, and Faregon smirked
as the prince�s eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped against the
chair and the bonds holding him to it.

Checking his slave�s eyes to make sure that he was completely
unconscious, Faregon placed the cloth onto the table and moved to have his hands
thoroughly washed so none of the drug would remain on them. Once
finished, he glanced once more at the unconscious prince, and then moved to
the door. Opening it, he glanced out into the hallway and called to some
of his more loyal servants. Several men and women hurried up to him at
his voice, and he smiled pleasantly at their obedience. A couple of the
females even smiled shyly at him.

"The Elf is unconscious." he explained. "I have drugged him, so he will
not be waking up for a few hours. I would like for you to bathe him now
and to go through all the preparations I instructed you on in the past.
Make sure everything is done efficiently."

The servants all nodded, and without needing to be told to moved into
the room, releasing the Elf and moving him to the bathing chambers. As
much as Faregon wanted to see that lovely body bare and being washed, he
knew that he would have his chance soon enough. And, being a man of
great patience, he walked back towards his throne room, heading to see to
another very important person in his life.

**********

A few hours later...

**********

Faregon was immensely pleased. The servants had done their job well,
and he greatly looked forward to the days that were to come.

His new slave lay naked before him on cold, hard ground. The room they
were in was quite empty; one of the lower dungeons that Faregon had
made into his home. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made of stone, and
the only exit from the room was through a door that stood behind him.
There was another door, but the way it led was not out. In fact, the
door dot lot lead anywhere at all but a small space cut off by a dead end.
A small window was made into the door, enabling anyone on the outside
to slide open to peek at whatever was inside when it was closed.

The man�s eyes lingered on the small door, before coming back to rest
on his new prize. The Elf was currently unconscious, though he showed
vague signs of stirring. Faregon was mildly surprised that the drug�s
effects wore off so fast on this creature, but also pleased. It would be
much sweeter if the slave was awake.

A low, muffled moan came from the being before him then, and he smirked
e wae watched the slave shift slightly on the ground. Cloudy blue eyes
still dumb from the drug blinked slowly, and then raised to meet the
man�s. Suddenly, the eyes widened in shock as realization abruptly
flooded in their depths. Faregon watched with pleasure as Legolas tried to
rise, not realizing yet that he was restrained, then collapsed heavily to
the floor in a failed attempt.

The slave then became aware of the gag in his mouth, one Faregon
himself had prepared. It was a specially devised leather ball that forced the
Elf�s mouth open and was tightly tied behind his head with leather
straps to prevent it from being expelled. The size of the ball was a little
too big for the Elf, but Faregon knew that his slave would be able to
survive some jaw pain.

It soon became clehat hat Legolas did not enjoy the ball in his mouth
at all, and the Elf began working his jaw, desperately trying to force
it out. Faregon cherished the flash of panic that flew into the Elf�s
eyes, and the small muffled sound that made its way out from behind the
gag. After a few moments Legolas seemed to somewhat resign himself to
the fact that the gag was not going to move, no matter how hard he tried.

Eyes still overlarge with alarm, the slave turned his head to gaze at
the black leather manacles encasing his wrists and held together by a
sturdy metal chain, then ran his eyes to his ankles which were held by
another pair. The chain joining the leather shackles at his legs was
longer than the ones which held his wrists, so that if he was careful he
could rise and walk, but not run, and definitely not fight. The Elf�s
eyes were dark with anger as they turned back to Faregon, anger which
masked any fear previously shown.

Faregon�s breath had been stolen at the Elf�s stoic composure being
briefly broken. He wanted to see more of that precious fear; the Elf�s
eyes seemed to light up and make him all the more beautiful when it was
present Kno Knowing that he now had the Elf�s fatteattention, Faregon finally
spoke. "I take it you do not like the item filling your mouth." He enjoyed
the responding glare he received from the helpless slave. "I thought
not. I warn you now that it will not be the first of...unpleasantries, you
will encounter while I am your owner, should you choose to be too
spirited." The Elf�s face was carefully devoid of any emotion now. "I am,
however, thankful this time that you do not lack courage. That particular
type of gag had to be tested on several other slaves before we could
perfect it. One panicked too much, and in his fear stopped breathing
completely, eventually suffocating to death. For a moment I was wondering
if you were to do the same."

Faregon studied the Elf for a minute, judging whether or not he would
need help for this. Considering the way the Elf was glaring at him, he
knew that any attempt he might make to handle the slave alone would be
met with solid resistance. Feeling a small pang of displeasure, the man
turned and gave a shout, cng ing in three guards. He noted that the
Elf�s eyes narrowed and that the lean body almost imperceptibly braced
itself, but decided that he was going to make the fair creature wait a few
moments before giving him cause to fight.

When he had the Elf�s full attention once more, Faregon spoke. "Now, I
am aware that your rebellious spirit will prompt you to disobey while
in my care, but I have an effective remedy for that."

Faregon walked passed Legolas and behind him, making the creature turn
on his stomach to keep the man in sight. Faregon made his way to the
wall opposite the exit and stood next to the small door he had been
examining earlier, opening it and giving the Elf a wolfish grin.

"Ordinarily, this would be an isolation kennel for a fierce dog who it
would not be safe when housed with the others, but I found it
interesting that a lithe enough being can fit in there, too. Of course, *I*
would never fit in there, no. I am far too big. On the other hand..."
Faregon looked pointedly at Legolas, knowing that he fully understood what
the man was saying.

A small light of uneasiness flickered in the Elf�s eyes. Faregon felt
his lust rise at the sight of it, but restrained it from going to far.
He had to remind himself that it would be a few days before he could
have his pleasure with the Elf. But, Valar, he hoped he had the stamina to
last that much! He wanted very badly to run his hand over the
creature�s soft, milky white skin, among other things.

Faregon glanced at the three guards in the room and they each moved
over to the slave, drawing him to his feet. One of them immediately drew a
black hood over the Elf�s head, tightening it around his neck as he
gave a muffled cry and began to thrash violently in the hold of the
guards. But restrained as he was, there was no way he could effectively fight
them off. The tussle lasted until one of the guards delivered a
stunning blow to the back of the Elf�s head, putting him in a stilling daze
for a moment.

Faregon walked over, standing before the bound Elf as he raised his
head once more. He could hear the slave�s breath coming in panicky gasps
through his nose, and moved his hands to rest on either side of the
hooded head. He felt the Elf tense and draw back sharply, but tightened his
hold, bringing his face so his mouth rested next to the Elf�s covered
ear.

"You should know now who is in control here, fair prince. Obey my
orders and you will be rewarded. Refuse, and you shall be punished. Either
one is pleasurable for me, so it does not really matter, in my opinion,
which you do. I can make your stay here even a little enjoyable, if you
hearken to my wishes. But I can also make it a living hell." He felt
the Elf shudder slightly. "And now, I give you a choice. If you will obey
me, kneel as soon as the guards release you, pressing your forehead to
the ground. If you do not do this...well, I think you understand very
well what shall happen." He drew back from the hooded Elf, admiring how
the black fabric contrasted with the pale skin. "It�s your choice,
Prince Legolas."

The Elf seemed to stiffen at the sound of his name, and the guards
holding him let go, backing away from him several paces even though it was
clear that the captive was not capable of doing serious harm. Faregon
watched the Elf, standing completely still. The fair being had managed
to get his breathing under control now, even though it was clear in his
stance the slight fear he was feeling. Time seemed to have somehow
frozen within the room. Legolas seemed unsure of what to do, and Faregon
was unsure himself of which he would prefer the slave to do. But, after a
few moments of not moving, the man thought that the time for deciding
was over.

"Does that mean that you are not to obey?" he asked, making sure his
meaning was clear in the tone of his voice.

The Elf made no move, and Faregon gave a sigh, then motioned for the
guards to take hold of the slave. But just as the three men neared, the
Elf spun around and shouldered one of them to the ground. Angrily, the
other two harshly grabbed the Elf, wrenching him back and holding him as
well as they could as the third guard raised himself from the floor to
aid them. The Elf was desperately struggling, trying to pull free and
prevent this from happening. It was an ultimately futile attempt, and
with their combined strength, the guards hauled the slave over to the
kennel. Forcing him down onto his knees, they pushed him roughly into the
cramped interior of the kennel, closing the door quickly and locking it
once he was inside.

Faregon moved over to the door, sliding open the small window and
looking inside at his slave. He could hear the Elf nearly hyperventilating
in his tiny confinement, which caused him to sit with his knees drawn up
nearly to his chin. The man smiled, noticing how the Elf trembled.

"Welcome to hell." Faregon said, shutting the window and leaving
Legolas in darkness.
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