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Obedience to a king	By : lovinghimonly Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 4832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, The Hobbit, or any other Tolkien world. The story is meant only for entertainment purposes, not money. English is not my native tongue. Please excuse errors. Constructive criticism is most welcome.

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Baineth was ripped out from her trance like stage when the ellon was being pulled away from her rudely. The king eyed her fiercely, his gaze literally burned her, while his voice was murderous "Go into your chamber! You have no permission to leave it, unless I say otherwise"! Baineth body swayed back and forth as dizziness overcame her, the sudden shock taking its toll on her fragile body. The king took a step towards her, but she turned around and entered the palace as quickly as possible. She found support on the smooth stone walls, which lined the hallways of the king's palace. Baineth breathed deeply, trying to calm down her shaking body. Only now did she notice the tears which streamed down her face and she slowly began to made her way towards her chamber. When she arrived, she closed her door and did not bother locking it. The king would get into her chamber anyway. By this door, or the hidden door, it did not matter. How much she wished in this moment that she would be able to open it, to escape from his halls. She would try to find her way through the forest, fleeing towards Imladris or Lothlorien. But it was no more than the wishful thinking of a young elleth, who lacked experience and the necessary courage. She had never seen any other place than the woodland realm. There was no point in trying to escape now. She dropped onto her bed and cried, her sobs were the only sound which could be heard in her small chamber. When she had calmed down Baineth was shocked and frightened when she realized what had just happened. The king had caught her in a situation, which would surely have severe consequences. Not only for herself, but also for the poor ellon, who had approached her. He had been so sincere and caring. Thinking about him she began to cry again. The king had just warned her less than an hour before, and then she had go herself into serious trouble. And not only herself, but the poor ellon as well. How could she allow him to touch her? How could she put him in such peril? Baineth cursed the king, who had accepted her body in his service, without reciprocating the feelings which had naturally began to develop within her. There was no affection in his touch. This situation had been caused because of him. She got up and grabbed her pillow and threw it against the wall, screaming out in anger before she sobbed loudly, falling onto her knees. It was not the king's fault, but entirely her own. She was the reason for all the misery she experienced now, and she would be the cause for the ellon's fate. There was no point in denying it. If she had been chaste, non of this would have ever happened. Baineth cried harder and fell flat on her face, wetting her bed sheet with her hot tears.
A long time past when she heard a knock on her door. She had sat on her window sill for hours and had simply looked out over the forest, gazing into the distance wondering about the lands which lay beyond the king's borders. Her body had calmed down and her anguish and desperation had been replaced by a coldness which at times gave her shivers. She sighed and looked over her shoulder, seeing Galion standing in her chamber. His expression was serious "Are you alright"? His question surprised her. She nodded and jumped down onto the floor, straightening her body "Thank you. Yes, I am fine". The king's attendant eyed her with worry "The king requests your presents. The other elleth, Lhinniel, is nowhere to be found and our king is in need for a massage". Baineth felt the lump in her throat and swallowed hard. The time had come to face the king. She slowly nodded her head "If my mother should be looking for me, please tell her that I was called to serve the king. She was going to speak to me today about the incident on the healers ward". Galion nodded and they left her chamber. Baineth heart raced within her chest, making it audible to Galion, who looked over to her. His expression compassionate when he spoke to her "Please do not worry. Everything will be alright. You do not have to fear your king this much". Baineth looked back at him. If he knew what was going on, he would surely think otherwise. She gave him a weak smile and continued to walk towards the king's chamber. The way seemed endless today, dragging on, and on. Cold sweat appeared on her brow and she felt out of breath when they finally stood in front of the king's doors. Galion opened them and she stepped inside. She heard the doors close behind her and felt trapped. Baineth looked around cautiously. The king was apparently not there. First she felt relieved, but then she heard water running and she saw that the king's bathroom door stood slightly open. Her heart sank in her chest and began to race anew with fear. There was no way out of this situation and she had no choice but to go to him now.
Baineth took a deep breath and mustered her courage before she stepped inside the bathroom. To her dismay she saw the king standing near the pool, dressed in his morning robe. His expression was hard and his eyes cold and calculating. The king waved her over and Baineth approached him slowly. She stopped at a distance, waiting with a fearful heart for what was going to happen next. His voice was heated with anger "Despite all my warnings you allowed an ellon to touch you"! His face began to contort with fury, and his eyes looked at her murderous "You two will never be together! NEVER! I have made sure of this". Her eyes widened in shock and she noticed that his body trembled from restrain. "What did you do to him"? Thranduil arched an eyebrow at her, looking at her somewhat amused, but his voice remained threatening "You know exactly what his fate would be the moment you allowed him to touch you. Do not pretend that you did not know. I had warned you before! The question is, what did YOU do to him? You sealed his fate"!
Baineth shook her head slowly and turned ghostly pale. Tears flowed from her eyes and her lips trembled "What happened to him"? Thranduil glance was serious "What does it matter now? He will not come in between us ever again. No one will". Baineth voice was but a whisper "You killed him". She began to step backwards, shaking her head in disbelieve. With two large strides Thranduil had reached her and began to circle her, while eyeing her intently. Baineth turned around and began to walk backwards, further into the king's bathroom as he followed her like a predator, eyeing her with anger, lust and greed. Baineth had enough of him. She did not want to live like this. She had no more desire to be on his side "I will not serve you anymore. You are a monster. I will not please you in any way ever again. And you will let me leave this kingdom with my parents. And we will do so alive"! Thranduil's eyes narrowed and his voice was dangerously low as he spoke through gritted teeth "You will not leave my kingdom"! He suddenly stopped, looking at her with an indefinable expression "If you do not fulfill my needs, someone else will do so". Baineth was utterly shocked by the king's words. He was insufferable, and his words despicable, matching his dark character and his cold heart. Insanity must have claimed her mind, as she spoke the following words to him "If you do that, I will marry the first ellon my father suggests. And I know that he is looking for a suitable ellon for me". Her words had left her mouth without much consideration, causing Thranduil's expression to darken even further. Her assumptions to marry someone else made him mad, dangerously mad. This would never happen, he would never see her with someone else. Rather she died. He stepped closer to her, leaning down towards her frightened face "Are you trying to blackmail me? Do you think that you can control me with your miserable threat? Make me do what you want me to do? His gaze was intense and hard as jealousy spread like poison through his veins, invading every part of his body, increasing the blazing fire of possessiveness which burned within him. "You will always be mine, no matter what. Do you understand that"? He stood in front of her, his stare burned deep into her fäe "You will never marry anyone. I rather kill you"! Baineth began to step backwards in fear. She noticed how his body tensed, his eyes seemed so dark that they appeared black. His gaze tortured her with malice, and madness stirred deeply in his eyes. Thranduil lost control, as his mind was poisoned by his intense jealousy, and his body corrupted by unfulfilled lust. He approached her slowly, like a wolf who has cornered a rabbit, approaching it for the last deadly strike. His eyes burned with anger and desire and his hands were clenched to fist, as jealousy ripped through his heart like a tornado, set in motion by her unacceptable words about marrying another ellon.
Baineth stepped back faster in fear of him. Seeing the king's hot wrath was a horrific sight. She suddenly lost her balance as she had stepped with one foot into the pool behind her. She yelped and fell into its hot waters. Thranduil could have reached out and catched hold of her easily, preventing her to stumble into the water. But he preferred to let her fall. In the water she could not escape him. When she hit the waters surface, he opened his robe and ripped it off of his body, joining her in the pool. Baineth was surrounded by the water which was shockingly hot. When her feet touched the ground she pushed herself up. Her head appeared above the waters surface and Baineth opened her mouth to gasp for air. Her mouth was instantly covered by the king's lips, pressing hard onto hers, ravishing her mouth greedily. Baineth opened her eyes wide, seeing his dark and fierce eyes looking right back at her with a mix of greed and lust. She struggled in his embrace, trying to break free, but failed as his muscular arms had snaked around her body, holding her tightly pressed against him. Her head began to spin as she could not breath sufficiently. When Thranduil finally let go of her Baineth gasped for air in panic and tried to swim to the edge of the pool. The king grabbed her ankle and did not let go of it. She gave in and turned around to him. His commanding gaze burned into her and she slowly neared him, her eyes filled with fear and anger. Thranduil saw her coming closer to him and the sight of her wet and trembling aroused him. He could see her nipples through the soaked dress, which were pinkish and still soft. He grabbed her dress and ripped it open with one sudden move, baring her breasts. Baineth's eyes widened as he ripped the dress from her body with a second move. His lusty gaze, grazed over her breasts and lower. The sight of her vulnerability and nakedness sent jolts of lust through his body. Thranduil grabbed her, and pulled her body to his, holding her tightly. Baineth felt his erect shaft pressing against her inner thigh and her breath trembled from both, fear of his wrath and excitement from his apparent lust for her. He kept her close and brought her to the edge of the pool, where he pinned her against the pools wall, spreading her legs wide apart, and wrapping them around his waist. He entered her womanhood with great demand and she gasped before she wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders, holding on to him, as if she was holding on to her dear life. Baineth was feeling his deep and intense thrusts, entering her inner sex in a rather wild manner. They were urgent and without feeling. He pushed himself deeper and faster into her as the need to feel her had tortured his body and mind for too long. The intensity of his thrusts made her back hit against the pools edge repeatedly, hurting her back. She bit onto her lips and tried to tolerated it. Baineth felt his hot breath on her neck, where he had buried his face. Thranduil noticed her winces and placed his hands behind her back, protecting it from the pools edge. He was mad with desire and the feeling of her tight inner walls around his shaft made him quicken his thrusts, groaning louder as the pressure in his loins build up, being almost intolerable at this point. Baineth felt as his shaft hit her inner limits and was taken aback by his rough treatment. This was angry sex. It was different from anything they had ever done before. She suddenly felt the king's teeth on her shoulder who bit her as he muffled his loud moan into her flesh. His whole body convulsed violently as he continued to thrust into her until all his seed had been spilled and his orgasm ebbed away. His face remained for a moment buried in her shoulder before he left her warmth and let go of her. He turned around and left the pool. Baineth felt hollow, she turned her head, seeing that the king dried his body and dressed in his robe again. He left the bathroom without another word. Baineth turned her attention to her dress, which swam on the waters surface. Her brows furrowed as she realized that she had nothing to wear. How would she return to her chamber?
She grabbed the edge of the pool and lifted herself out of its waters and dried herself, before wrapping the towel around her body. Her legs felt jelly like, her body was still dazed from the king's unexpected rough invasion. Baineth sat down on a chair, breathing deeply as she tried to regain control of her mind and senses. When she felt more or less stable she got up and approached the door which led to the king's chamber. She knocked softly and waited patiently for his permission to open it. Several minutes past before he opened the door. Thranduil eyed her from head to toe with an expression of disgust. He placed his hands on her body and murmured elvish words, what he always did to conceal their secret. After that he walked back into his chamber and opened the hidden door. By a flick of his hand he commanded her to leave. She stepped into the cold and dark tunnel, her expression worried and scared "What if my father is waiting in my chamber for me? I am not dressed appropriately". With an expression of complete disinterest and a voice cold as ice he said "Think of something". With those words he closed the door and Baineth saw his cold stare until the door had closed completely and darkness surrounded her. She sighed heavily and began to walk downwards. The king's behavior today had scared her greatly. She began to chew on her lower lip and remembered the words spoken. Her own words had surprised her. She would marry the first ellon her father would suggest. How did she expect the king to react? The cool night breeze in the passage touched her skin and made her shiver. Yes, she had hoped that he would be jealous. But why? What would she gain from it? He did not love her. Baineth stopped in her steps momentarily, her eyed widened and she touched her lips with her trembling fingers. He had kissed her today. It was rude and aggressive, but it had been a kiss. She let out a sigh and her expression was desperate. There would be no other kind of kisses from the king.
She felt hopelessly lost. The king always got what he wanted. The same goes for her father. In a certain aspect her father and the king had similarities. Perhaps that's why she was able to tolerate the king's rough and cold treatment. But today he had been extremely rude. It had been terrible. Her senses disrupted her train of thoughts, making her aware of the fresh breeze that touched her skin repeatedly. She decided to venture further downwards, trying to spot an exit of the passage. Her shoulder hurt and she felt blood running down her cleavage. He had bitten her deeply. Baineth wiped the blood off with the towel. Her curiosity had always been a problem. That was one reason, why she had begun to obey to the king's commands to satisfy his lust. But what kind of relationship was that? Master and servant? Or king and subject? There was a difference between them. If you had a master, you might be able to buy your freedom, or someone else might do so. But if you are a subject of a king, you would always be bound to him in servitude. That seemed to be her fate. She shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts. She leaned her head to the side and slowed down her steps when she thought that she had seen light ahead, moonlight to be precise. She straightened her posture and hesitated a moment before she began to walk towards it.
A hand grabbed her shoulder tightly, while another hand covered her mouth rudely, muffling her scream. Thranduil pulled her around, and pushed her against cold stone wall. His scent invaded her senses, his murderous glare paralyzed her body. He pinned her rudely against the wall, and his hand fisted her hair, pulling it back with force, making the breath of her muffled scream, moisten his palm, which was still firmly pressed over her mouth. With her face upwards, he stared daggers into her eyes. His eyes searched her fäe for answers which he so desperately wanted. He removed his hand from her mouth "Why are you down here"? She whimpered from the pain he inflicted to her scalp, and he pulled her hair even firmer when she did not reply to his question "What are you doing down here"? Her failure to reply confirmed his suspicion. She was looking for an exit. His gaze was mad and threatening "Do you think that you can escape from me? I will never let you go. And if you should succeed, I would hunt you down even if I had to follow you into the dark land"! She trembled in fear as his words were spoken with threat and wrath. He would be true to his word. His agitated breath quickened considerably and he suddenly ripped off the towel and grabbed her by her butt. Thranduil pushed her up the wall, before he lowered her slowly. Baineth felt his shaft, hot and hard at her entrance, pulsing with need. She wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned out, when he entered her with one hard thrust. Thranduil pounded her hard, his ragged breath touched her neck. Her inner muscles squeezed around his throbbing shaft, making him growl out dangerously, causing her body to wince. He thrust his hips into hers madly, filling her with his length, causing her to moan. Baineth wrapped her slender arms around him, holding him tightly, her fingers clawing into his morning robe. Thranduil began to thrust harder and faster inside her, approaching his release. He took her hard and Baineth thought that possessively was a better word describing his sexual behavior an this day. He bit her once again into her bleeding shoulder when he climaxed inside of her. His knees shook from the violent orgasm which momentarily controlled his strong body. He pulled his shaft out of her and lowered her onto her feet.
Baineth picked up the towel from the ground and covered her body, before he grabbed her by her wrist, walking upwards with her, pulling her towards her chamber. No words were spoken by them. Baineth was too concerned by the king's behavior, and Thranduil's mind was completely blank. He opened her door and pushed her into her chamber, causing her to stumble and fall onto the hard floor. The hidden door closed and Baineth gaped at the wall in utter shock. This was so rude. She was not entirely sure how much of this she would be able to tolerate. She laid down on the cold floor and tried to sort out her thoughts which raced wild through her aching head. This was madness. THIS, she would not tolerate for long. How could an elf be so rude and cold? Egoistic and mean? Baineth had seen a side of the king which she did not know existed. Yes, he had his reputation which everyone knew. But such behavior was truly unheard of. Perhaps he killed those who witnessed it? Her eyes opened abruptly and a feeling of great uneasiness claimed her heart and mind. Who knew whom the king had killed in the past? Had there been other elleth like her, which had served him confidentially? If so, where were they today? The different possibilities to answer her question which invaded her head made her shudder and she decided to bath and dress before anyone would see her in this state. Her mother might still visit her today. After all she disappeared from her service, leaving the basket and plants behind. How was she going to explain that?
Baineth lay on her bed. It was in the middle of the night, and no one had come to see her. She reflected on her earlier thoughts about hers and the king's relationship. Of master and servant, and king and subject, the later did definitely apply to them. She sighed deeply and breathed in the night breeze. She opened her eyes, recognizing a well known scent. Baineth turned her head to the side and saw the king standing at her bedside, looking down at her. She had not heard him enter her chamber. A rush of fear flashed through her body, making her wince. She looked up at him and noticed that his expression was different. Before it had been fierce, filled with anger, hate, and at times even disgust. Now it was calm and she might even call it kind. Baineth furrowed her brows, feeling greatly suspicious by the king's unexpected visit and his even more unexpected expression and vibes. Thranduil walked around the bed and kneeled down on the floor. He looked down into her beautiful face, which showed fear and concern. Thranduil took her hand into his and brought it up to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently, giving Baineth unknown feelings. His kiss made her heart flutter with affection for him. He kept holding her hand within his and used his other hand to cup her cheek gently. Thranduil looked straight into her eyes and began to close the distance between them. Baineth's eyes fluttered before they closed. Her heart raced. This time not from fear but form excitement. She was awaiting his kiss. Thranduil paused for a moment, and looked at her beautiful face. The absence of his kiss, made her furrow her brows. She was about to open her eyes, when she felt his warm breath on her face, and his lips claimed hers while he pulled her closer to him with his hand, which rested now on the back of her head. Baineth moaned as she felt his soft lips move against hers. First very subtle and gentle, then with a hint of passion. Thranduil broke their kiss and his hot breath escaped his lips, mingling with hers, which was excited and fast. He furrowed his brows and shook his head slightly as he thought about her thoughts and fears. His words tugged on her heartstrings, as he spoke them with sincerity "Our relationship is no such thing. It is lover and beloved".
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