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Desperate times, desperate measures	By : Cassandra_Baudrillard Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7: You've wounded me.

Legolas was lost in thought as they drifted along the Anduin toward Parth Galen.

The Fellowship of the Ring paddled their boats toward the shore, allowing the water to guide them along before they hauled their boats up the sandy shores of the Anduin.

"We'll cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats and continue on foot. We can approach Mordor from the North." Aragorn explained, revealing his intentions.

His idea wasn't greeted with great enthusiasm, as revealed by Gimli, "Oh, yes, just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil, an impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks."

The words the dwarf uttered were met by frightened gazes of the four hobbits, but that wasn't enough. No, the dwarf pressed on with heavy sarcasm colouring his words, "And after that…it gets even better! A festering, stinking marshland, far as the eye can see."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow at the pessimistic dwarf, "That is our road." He stated firmly. "I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength Master Dwarf."

Gimli looked indignant. "Recover my….! Humph." He grunted and returned to smoking his pipe while Boromir uttered a few hushed words of comfort to the hobbits.

Meanwhile Legolas tugged subtly on Aragorn's sleeve, "We should leave now." He whispered, looking distressed.

Aragorn offered a reasonable protest against that; the Eastern shore was patrolled by Orcs, they had to wait for the cover of darkness to have any fighting chance.

"It's not the Eastern Shore that worries me." Legolas admitted, on high alert, taking in everything with wary senses, "A shadow and a threat have been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it."

Aragorn ignored the elf's pleas, passing them off as a creation of the mind born from worry and fear. The princeling wasn't a source he wanted to trust right now, but the threat Legolas had felt was true as can be.

Only the source of it wasn't one he anticipated, "Legolas. Come with me, we must scout the area while the others get some rest"

Legolas nodded and picked up his weapons, thankful for the distraction from that increased sensation he was feeling.

It wasn't until they'd strayed from the group far enough to be well out of hearing range that Aragorn froze, "Aragorn, what's wrong?"

Legolas' eyes darted along the scene but he saw no cause for the ranger's sudden pause.

That changed when the heir of Gondor turned to him and the elf could see nothing but other darkness in the man's gaze. On impulse Legolas took a step away from the man, "Aragorn... Are you alright?"

The ranger laughed at him as he stalked forward, "Am I alright? Am I...No I'm not alright!"

With every step the man took toward him, Legolas took one step back until his path was blocked by a tree, "How... What ails you?"

Aragorn grasped the elf's weapons and tossed them to the side, "You. Legolas. Your betrayal. You've wounded me, do you realize that?"

Legolas bit his lower lip as he shook his head. He had never wronged the ranger, his best friend, but Aragorn seemed to consider something quite different, "You humiliated me, Legolas. How dare you make a fool out of me in Lothlorien?!"

The words finally seemed to sink in and Legolas shook his head wildly, "Never, Aragorn, that was never my intention. I'm sorry if... if it hurt you, offended you, I'd never want to do that to you"

The man shook his head, "But you did... and now, without your little fling here to hold your hand... You're going to pay for that."

A tremor of fear was evident in the elf's eyes, "Aragorn...Estel... please..."

Aragorn shook his head even as the elf used the name given to him by Elrond to keep him hidden from Sauron, "No Greenleaf, not this time."

The man's gaze was unforgiving, "It wouldn't have been as bad had you stuck to those same morals that made you object initially, but you offered yourself up to that arrogant Marchwarden like a common whore! Not just once... insistently! Given how little objection to feel to being used as a slut... I think that'll be a good way to redeem yourself, princeling"

Legolas visibly trembled at the harsh words that cut him like a knife. 'He is right. You were relentless in your desires. A slut.'

His own thoughts confirmed the words that had been uttered, "Saes, Estel... Don't."

But the man wouldn't be deterred from his purpose. He would have his vengeance.

Calloused fingers rid Legolas of his tunic, revealing the elf's pale chest to the man's eyes who gasped at the elf's chosen body decoration, "You truly are a slut, aren't you?"

Tears pricked in his eyes, but Legolas didn't utter words of disagreement. In fact, he was forced to have his body agree with the statement when two rough fingers darted out to lightly tug on one of the rings and he let out a moan of pleasure while his length visibly hardened under the touch.

Aragorn's brow arched at the reaction, "By the Valar, you're actually enjoying this, aren't you?"

A knowing gaze met Legolas' insecure one while his cheeks tinged a bright red. Legolas felt confused; he didn't want this, wanted to fight it, but sheer fear froze him to his spot and his body betrayed them in the most horrible way.

A moment later the elf lost his leggings and the heir of Gondor enjoyed the sight before him; the Mirkwood prince pressed up against a tree, hard and erect under the invasive act.

But this wasn't about the elf's pleasure. This was about vengeance.

Regaining his initial motivation Aragorn forced the elf to turn around, pressing the elf's sensitive skin against the rough bark of the tree, Legolas' hard cock painfully trapped between the two.

Aragorn leaned in, his voice a hot whisper into the elf's ear, "This is about my vengeance, Legolas, whether you enjoy it or not, that's no concern of mine"

The man proved those words as he mercilessly thrust into the elf without any preparation or lubrication, "Ai Greenleaf, I see why the Marchwarden enjoys your body so."

The elf in turn cried out from the pain alone only to have Aragorn shove his own leggings into his mouth to silence him. The burning sensation between his legs was enough to tell Legolas that his skin was torn and the way Aragorn's cock felt increasingly slipper told him he was bleeding under the onslaught.

The heir of Gondor didn't ease up on him; the thrusts remained hard and harsh, without mercy.

Yet even as the torture went on somehow Legolas felt his body beginning to respond, his cock hardening further even as the thrusts rubbed it against the tree's rough bark and not by long Legolas' initial screams of pain had turned to moans of pleasure so that the man felt compelled to pull the leggings from the prince's mouth so he could enjoy the elf's sounds of pleasure.

The sudden hotness within and the way the man groaned told Legolas the man had climaxed and he actually whimpered as Aragorn pulled out and left him unsatisfied.

Nothing more happened and Legolas' turned around almost reluctantly to find the man looking at him expectantly, "If you want your release, give it to yourself"

The elf's cheeks flushed a bright red, but he couldn't resist the urge to move one hand to his reddened cock and stroke it hard and fast until with a cry that was silenced by Aragorn crushing his lips to the elf's, he found release, "Good little slut, Greenleaf. Now put your clothes on, we must head back to the others."

The man took off immediately, leaving Legolas to himself as he found his leggings soiled by his own seed and his tunic a messy heap on the forest floor.

The elf's shoulders shook with unshed tears as he wrapped his arms around himself, in pure confusion where to go from there and what to do, "I'm so sorry, Haldir..."

Aragorn was right. He was a whore, he hadn't even fought the man and the evidence of his own pleasure was obvious. He was a slut.

Haldir deserved so much better than that.

For the lack of other material he used the leaves on the forest floor to clean up the seed from his leggings and the blood from his ass before he slipped on the leggings and moved back to the camp.

He arrived there looking a disheveled mess; hair wild and unkempt, cheeks flushed with spent pleasure and lips swollen from hard kisses. No one needed to see the stain on his leggings to realize what had taken place the few moments the elf had been away with Aragorn.

His cheeks flushed under the knowing glances but he ignored them.

Then came the question that shifted the attention away from him, uttered by Merry, "Where's Frodo?"

Everyone glanced around, but an unsettling sensation spread through both Aragorn and Legolas when they discovered Frodo wasn't the only one missing.

Boromir.

They all went out in search of the pair, but it was Aragorn who found the halfling first. It wasn't until Aragorn's shout that both Legolas and Gimli arrived at the scene to discover their new threat; Orcs... but bigger, meaner... walking in the heat of the day.

With the three of them the threat that was there before them was easily under control, "Aragorn! GO!" The words were uttered by the elf and suggested the man go after Frodo to ensure his safety.

His departure was hindered by the Uruk-Hai and the three of them had to travel together to even begin to start moving in the direction the others had gone into.

Aragorn struggled as one of the creatures held him pinned to a tree and he could do little more than kick out his legs and throw some punches.

Legolas was the one to save him without a moment's hesitation despite what had occurred between them moments before.

The moment was lost when one familiar sound pierced the silence of the woods and the snarls of the creatures, "The horn of Gondor" Legolas uttered and Aragorn took off in a mad run that Legolas simply couldn't match with the wounds he'd suffered.

When he finally arrived on the scene, most of the Uruk-Hai were dead or departed and Aragorn sat crouched over Boromir's body.

He heard Boromir utter his final words, "I would've followed you to death my brother. My captain. My king" and with that.... Boromir was no more.

It was the second loss for the Fellowship and the second time Legolas' was confronted with the mortality of those surrounding him.

Aragorn sent a look of anger aimed at him and that one look cut Legolas more than any words could've; This is your fault.

Legolas didn't need to hear the words uttered to know they were true or to feel them in his own heart.

Gimli's light pat on the arm didn't do much to ease that feeling. This was his fault.

Legolas felt the sorrow as it grasped at his heart. For Aragorn the grievance had been dealt with, vengeance had been extracted, it was done.

For Legolas the event would always colour his soul with a darkness unknown to elves. He would never truly move on from it.

The elf didn't utter a single word about these emotions or the pain he felt in his very soul, or the way he felt himself growing weaker.

It was when they decided to chase after the hobbits that Aragorn took some type of pity on him and offered him a potion with healing qualities to help the wounds heal even faster. In moments' time they wouldn't bother him anymore and he could run with them as he should.

Yes, the wounds on his body were gone, but the wound it had left on his soul was still bleeding, growing infected and stretching out with each moment that passed.

TBC...
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