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Master	By : Nightgrauen Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7959 -:- 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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The day passed
as the last one had, mostly. Elrond came to feed to him a thin gruel to nourish
the young elf back to health. And everytime he did so he patted the fair haired
Sindar on his head, whispering and crooning sweet words as ig he was an eager
little puppy to be groomed and nursed. Well maybe he was... in Elrond�s eyes.

And
everytime Elrond would grin, when he saw that the Elf prince arousal had not
faded, at least not fully. To add to Legolas� misery, he would stroke and
fondle him back to hardness... and then leave.

...

Evenening
came and passed. Night fell. And still Legolas lay there, alone in a room that
was bathed in darkness save the soft glow of Ithil, who send down his rayes to
shine upon the small figure on the large bed. It felt like mockery to the young
elf and he sobbed behind the restricting gag.

The door
clicked and opened, but Legolas did not turn for he knew who had entered. A
hand touched his face, stroking his cheek tenderly. He shivered.

Elrond
chuckled.

Legolas
sighed and turned his head to look with desolate eyes upon the Elf-lord at his
side. Elrond smiled in answer and resumed his tender caresses. He said nothing
but his eyes cosumed the young elf hungrily. The body on the bed shuddered and
turned away again.

Elrond
stood and walking across lit the candles. Globes were placed over them,
illuminating the room in a soft glow. Elrond returned with a tray. Taking the feeding bag from the hook he
had placed it, after last feeding �his� patient, he attached it to the gag.

Taking a
mug from the tray he added its content, a thin gruel, to the bag and held it up
so it could flow down the tubing and into Legolas�s stomach, to nourish the
underweighted elf.

Legolas
closed his eyes to shut out the world around him, having already become used to
the procedure. Ironic, he thought
laughing at himself in his mind, that one
can become used to something like this...

But it made
the whole thing easier to endure, he knew. So he waited to open his eyes, until
Elrond had finished and vanished into the bathroom. And he waited... waited...
and like the day before Elrond returned naked, wet pearls on his body still
glittering in the light of Ithil and oil with the glow of the lamps. He had
obviously indulged in a bath...

Coming to
the bedside he sat down on Legolas� left and released his bonds, first his
hands his feet next, smiling with pleasant anticipation. And Legolas knew what
was to come.

Elrond
began to speak for the first time, lifting the tense silence: �There you go.
That is better, is it not?�

Legolas did
not answer, he couldn�t.

A smile tugged
at Elrond�s lips. He touched Legolas� face to stroke away the frown that had
settled there. His fingertips ghosted over the cerulean eyes and the lids
fluttered closed.

The smile
on the Elf-lords face grew, his eyes sparkled with unshed desire. He lay down
next to the young elf, resuming his gentle ministrations to soothe the
frightened spirit in front of him. It was time to be gentle. Elrond knew.

He knew also
that to re-form this Elf he had to balance hurt and comfort in equal measures
or the younger elf�s soul would shatter. And that was one thing he could not
allow to happen, for he needed Legolas.

But would
it matter to him? It shouldn�t. And yet, he was not so sure anylonger.
Something stirred in him... deep down. An irritating feeling. He pushed it
aside.

Legolas lay
as still as a statue, awaiting Elrond�s next move. What should he do? Struggle?
Trying to get away? He knew it would be in vain, he was weak. Not only in body,
but also in mind. Had Elrond already broken his spirit? No... at least not
wholly, but he lacked to will to fight...

He flinched
as Elrond touched him again. Hands grabbed him and rolled him to his right
side, then drew him back against a strong, muscled body.

A hand
snaked down his side, stroking his hip for a time, Legolas almost relaxed into
the touch, but then it found its way between his cleft. Another flinch as
Elrond touched the plug and pushed it, driving it deeper into his tight
channel. Push. Push. Push.

Legolas�
eyes flew open and he stiffened at the feeling. It did not hurt. There was no
discomfort (so used was he to that feeling). It was simply ... odd. Yes, odd.
To be filled that way, touched where he never thought to be touched. It almos
felt.... NO... he would not think that. And then Elrond suddenly pulled and the
plug slipped free off his body.

Laying the
plug down on the tray, Elrond grabbed the jar with salve and coated his length
and smearing some on Legolas� opening.

Turning
back the older elf tighened his hold around Legolas� waist and with the other
grabbed the hip to keep the young elf steady and in place. With a low groan,
and he sank into Legolas� tight warmth.

Owh....
argh... it hurt... Legolas bucked, trying to dislodge the source of his
discomfort, but Elrond held tight and drew the younger elf against him, chest
to back. His hands ghosted over Legolas� body to soothe away the tenseness he
found there.

Elrond�s
shaft speared into him, stretching his anal passage with his wide girth. Though
already stretched from the plug he had worn the whole day, he still felt discomfort.
Full...stretched...

�Sshhh...
do no struggle... my Greenleaf... you will only hurt yourself. I do not think
you would like that, do you?�, he whispered as his arms found their way around
Legolas chest. �You won�t be going anywhere, anyway!�, he said chuckling.
Adjusting his grip on the Elf in front of him, the Elf-lord made himself
comfortable and lay back.

Silence
fell across the room.

Legolas slumped
back into the matress, starring down onto his hands and awaiting Elrond�s next
move. But nothing happened. He waited... and waited...

The
breathing behind him evened out. It could NOT be, could it? Legolas turned his
head as far as he could to look over his shoulder. It COULD be!!! Elrond was
sleeping.

Legolas
felt a moment of relief, then hope. He tried to wriggle away from his captor,
inch by inch. But it should not be. The arms around his chest tightened almost
painfully, crushing him back against Elrond�s chest. He wailed full of
frustration but the gag stiffled it to a simple moan.

�Did I not
say you would not go anywhere?� Elrond asked opening his eyes and grinning
evilly. Legolas sobbed into his pillow, hicupping, then sobbing again until his
tears and he himself were exhausted and he fell into an uneasy sleep...

Elrond grin
faded to a knowing smile. Laying his head back down next to Legolas, he
followed the younger Elf into reverie...

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TBC
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