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Title: His Master

Title: His
Master
Autor:
Midnight
FSK: NC17
Pairing:
Elrond/Legolas(?)
Warning:
AU, BDSM, Torture(?), Anal, Oral, Force Feeding, experiments...
Content: I
am not yet sure...
Disclaimer:
All characters in this story, except my own belong, to the Tolkien and/or the Tolkien Company, New Line Cinema and related Companies. I achieve no profit with this work, nor do I seek to. I write for the pleasure it brings me and those who read this stories.

Comment:
Well, the story is a little surreal... maybe disturbing. I know not if the
things I describe are physically possible. AHHH... another important thing: I
am no native speaker, so there might be more mistakes than normal in this
story. I am sorry about that, but I had nobody to do the beta-reading of this
story. If you would like to do it or know someone who would like to do it, I
would be grateful..

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The calm
before the great storm lay over Middle-earth and its inhabitants. Two great
powers were rising to the height of their power, one as dark as the other, yet
they were of different make.

One,
Sauron, a dark lord and once a servant of the greatest of evils � Morgoth � or
as he was known to the Valar; Melkor. Bereft of his Ring of Power the ancient
spirit dwelt in his lair without a body. Years had passed by in which he had
sent forth his minions to find and claim back what was his � the One Ring.

But fate
would not have it and the Ring was found by the unlikeliest of creatures � a
hobbit. From there its journey brought the Ring through many different
landscapes and wilderness to a place, hidden deep in the clefts of the Misty
Mountains, the last Homely House.

The
homeliness was gone and there another power now dwelt, for Elrond Half-elven,
already great in his own power and once also great in wisdom and lore, had, in
a moment of his mortal blood�s weakness � thin as it might be - claimed the
Ring of Power as his own.

The Ring
now ruled the thoughts and actions of the might Elf-lord, and together they
were a deadly foe even Sauron did not dare to rise against � at least not in
this moment of time.

And so
another great evil had arisen in Middle-earth which none had forseen � not even
the Wise. Imladris was now ruled through raw power and fear, most inhabitants
gone. Only few remained, drawn by the power of the One Ring, enslaved by its
promises of wealth and power. Small wonder it were mostly secondborn, who felt
its pull. Most elves had fled over the sea or to the other Elven-realms. Most,
for some were yet to be found in Rivendell, though not of their own free
will...

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As he sat
there behind his desk, clad in robes of burgundy and gold, none would have
thought to associate the great Elf-lord with the mantle of evil and
maliciousness that now lay over this Elven-kingdom and ruled its inhabitants.

Yet, as he
looked up to speak to the one standing in front of him, his eyes were filled
with an all consuming fire few could withstand. Nothing else betrayed that
Elrond had changed from the caring, loving elf to a cruel tyrant. And very
rarely, one could see a spark of the former person in his eyes or in his
actions. But these occasions were few.

�What is
it?� The Lord of Imladris asked, his voice strained.

The man in front
of him did not shudder at Elrond�s tone, but stored away the fact he should act
very carefully around the Half-elf this day.

�My Lord, I
bring word of the prince. He has...� Halath paused as Elrond looked at him
sharply,

The Lord of
Imladros rose, laying aside quill and paper, and walked around the desk. He
came to stand in front of Halath, tall and manacing in his bearing. Another
change the Ring had wrought on him.

The man,
though slightly smaller then the Elf in front of him, did not shy back. He
controlled his fear with rational thought. He knew that the Elf-lord was aware
of the fact that he needed him and his men.

�What news
do you have for me? Speak Halath!�, Elrond commanded.

�Prince
Legolas still defies us. No words have passed his lips save cries of pain. He
will not speak of the plans of the
Greenwood and the Goldenwood. And...�

�And what?�
Elrond exclaimed, angered by the Prince�s defiance. One month already the young
elf was in their clutches, captured as he crossed the borders of Imladris on a
spying mission. At least that was what the half-elven Lord guessed.

�He ceased
to eat.� Halath gringed at Elrond�s fiery stare.

�Force feed
him! We need this information.�

�We already
tried that, my Lord. He expels all we feed into him as soon as we leave his
cell. We think, he does ...�

Elrond
grabbed Halath by the front of his tunic, almost lifting the man of the ground
with the force behind the gesture. �It would be better for you, if you do not
think overly much! Do not tell me what I already know: he is doing it on
purpose. He wants to starve himself to death.�

Elrond
released Halath and walked to the window, ignoring the man who rubbed his
aching throat and muttered to himself. �Now, my little Greenleaf. What leads
you to think, I would let you get away so easily. Do you not have learned this
lesson already?�

He
grabbed the windowsill, his knuggles
turning white under the force of his grip. Once already he had been forced to
intervine, as the golden Prince tried to slip from this world to the next, to
Mandos� Halls. A spell of great power Elrond had to cast over the young elf, to
hinder his fe� to part with his hro�.

Elrond
released the windowsill and turned on his heels. �Maybe it is time for another strategy,�
he murmured, �I will come!�, he said and strode from the room, Halath hastily
following him.

...

His throat
ached from frequent screaming, his lungs burned from lack of oxygen, caused by
those same screams. Legolas rolled onto his side, pulled his knees up to his
chest, rocking himself, and tried to cry himself to sleep with tearless eyes.
There were no tears left to spill and he had long since ceased to try to be
�the� strong warrior.

He wanted to die...

He flinched
as he heard the sound of metall on metall, key in lock, as the door to his
dark, little cell was opened.

Shoes
appeared in his line of vision as he lay there, unmoving. He knew Lord Elrond
had come, for the feet in front of him were clad in boots of fine make;
polished leather. It had been over a
month since Imladris� Lord had last checked on him, Legolas thought
mirthless.

�Well, whom
do we have here, Halath? Seems a little mouse has sneaked into the cellar, to
steal what is not his,� a voice floated through the room. It was bereft of
emotion, held neither compassion nor malice.

Elrond
crouched in front of the slender form of Legolas and stroked his golden
hair. �My poor little prince,� he began,
his voice strangely soothing, �... is it true what Halath says? Do you deny the
food and drink we so graciously provide you? Why? Is it not to your liking?�
Elrond�s tone of voice held only little mocking, yet it betrayed that he knew
the true reason behind Legolas� denial.

�Poor thing,
so hungry... so weak..�

Legolas
flinched and turned his head to the ground as Elrond stroked his cheek. �Let me
help you, little prince!�

Placing one
arm behind the young elf�s back, the other under his knees, he lifted Legolas
off the ground. �I have an idea...�, he whispered into his ear, his eyes
glittering way too merrily.

To weak to
fight the older elf, Legolas curled in on himself, sobbing brokenly: �No.� His
plea muffled by Elrond�s robe, as Legolas pressed his head into the strong
chest.

Elrond
smiled. �Yes,� he answered and turned towards the door. �Open that door,
Halath!�

And as the
man did so, Elrond strode from the cell, Legolas in his arms.

---

Elrond
entered his room and crossed to his bed. �Leave us! And close the door!�, he
ordered Halath without turning. The door clicked shut and Elrond heard Halath
speaking with another man, who had followed them. The sounds faded, as the two
men strode down the hallway...

---

It seemed to
Legolas that only seconds had passed as he was placed on a soft bed. Had he
dozed off? Had his weak body betrayed him? It seemed, that, at last the lack of
water and food had made itself known.

Hands
lifted him again, first his upper body and arms, his lower limbs next, Legolas
registered somewhere in his numbed mind.

He tried to
lift his head to see where he was. The splendour of the room almost blinded
him. Rich colours decorated them room, which was hung with many tapestries and
in its center stood a huge bed. The bed on which he lay.

�Where...,�
be broke of and sank back into the cussions as his strength deserted him.

�Why? In my
room of course, my poor, little thing!� The voice of Elrond floated through the
room from somewhere and then a hand apeared in front of his eyes, a wet cloth
in its fingers.

Elrond sat
down next to Legolas and began stroking his face, his hands and then his chest
with the cool cloth, washing away dirt and grime. Only now did Legolas notice
the absence of his clothes.

�What..?�
He rasped and tried to sit up.

Elrond
grinned as he laid one hand on the Prince�s chest, ending his weak struggles
easily.

�Shhh..., �
he soothed the agitated Elf and resumed washing his body down. �Ah... I knew
it! Under all that dirt was an elf.�

Irritated
about this sudden and false kindness, Legolas tried to curl in on himself and
block out the world around him. But strong hands grabbed his arms and hindered
him. �Now, now... what are you doing, my
little leaf? We won�t have you doing that again, will we?� Elrond purred into
Legolas� ear.

Legolas
felt his hands being raised above his head and then something encircled his
right wrist. Snap. His eyes shot open. He began to struggle and tried to wiggle
free off Elrond�s grasp.

�No...
no...,� he wailed, trying to wrestle his arm free of whatever helt it prisoner.
But soon what little strength he had, failed him again and he sank back
panting, his eyes closed.

�There...
that wasn�t so bad, was it? Now let us see to your other arm. We can�t have it
flailing about, possibly hurting yourself. Don�t you agree?� Elrond chuckled at
Legolas weak struggles and then repeated the process with the young elf�s other
wrist.

�Ah,
lovely!� Elrond commented as he was done, rose and walked across the room to retrieve
something.

Legolas
sobbed in defeat, a tear at last finding its way down his cheek.

Only
moments had passed, as a warm hand pressed to his face even as another slid
under his head and raised it. �Here, my lovely thing, drink!� Elrond said, and so
he knew not why, Legolas opened his mouth to follow the order, swallowing down
all of the bitter concotion the Elf lord poured into his throat.

He opened
his eyes to look at the smiling face of the Elf above him. The world already
began to dimm about him. Elrond stood, still smiling in a crooked way, and
walked to a wheeled cart next to the bed. Placing down the cup he had fed
Legolas with on a tray, he returned with the cart.

Legolas
eyes traced Elrond�s movements, even as his lids grew heavy and tried to close
of their own accord. As he saw the items on the tray, Legolas wanted to
protest, wanted to cry, but couldn�t and then the world went dark...

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Elrond
smiled as the Elf-prince dropped off into drug induced slumber. He sat down on
Legolas� right side, stroking away strands of golden hair from a too pale face.
�Ah... my poor prince... you are a lovely thing... even now.� He lifted the
items of the cart�s tray.

�And I
cannot let you starve yourself. I still need you... you are precious to me... very
precious... in more than one way.� He stroked the body beneath his fingers
dreamily.

�Well...
let us begin ...�

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Ever so
slowly conciousness returned. His head
throbbed and his throat ached with dryness, as did his lips. Legolas tried to
swallow and almost choked himself, gagged and then choked again, bruising his
mouth with the action.

Something was lodged in his throat. He panicked. Something was in his throat!

He tried to
bring his hands to his face, but found them restrained over his head. Then he
remembered. He tried to turn over or kick himself off the bed with his feet,
but found them restrained as well now. Legolas� panic soared to new heights. I can�t breath!

Hands
grabbed his face, holding it in still. His eyes shot open and Legolas looked
into the calm face of Elrond Peredhel � Lord of Imladris.

�Calm
yourself,� Elrond commanded, his voice hard, bereft of the tenderness he had
shown earlier. �Calm down and you will find you can breathe!�

Legolas
tried; tried with all his might to calm his racing heart, thoughts and
emotions. What was happening with him? And why?

�There you
go... see... I told you so!� Elrond smiled triumphantly as Legolas finally had
calmed enough to notice he could breathe through, whatever it was in his mouth
and throat.

Stroking
along Legolas� neck and chest, Elrond began to explain. �I am sure you wonder
what happened to you while you slept like a little baby.� The Elf-lord
chuckled. �Well, since we can�t have you starving yourself to death, I ensured
that you cannot do so willingly again.� Elrond began to explain.

�To be a
healer of great renown certainly has its merrits.� The Elf lord smirked.

�What you
feel in your mouth and throat is a special device construated by me. It is kind
of a gag, but I changed it for my purposes a long time ago,� he continued.

�Normally
it is used on insensible or commatose patients, who cannot feed themselves. I
hollowed its middle so there is enough space for tubing and, of course, for the
patient to breathe. You see, the gag is inserted into the patients mouth and
then slipped down into the throat. And this...� he grabbed a hose coming out of
Legolas� mouth, �... here goes from the feeding bag, through the gag, right
down into your tummy.�

Legolas
stared with huge and bewildered eyes at the Elf lord. Elrond grinned and padded
the younger elf on the cheek, then hooked a finger in the straps encircling and
buckling behind Legolas� head

�These
straps ensure that the whole thing stays in place. Another bonus: the gag
prevents the patient from biting down on the tubing, and thus �accidently�
cutting off the flow of nutrition.�

Legolas
tried to protest, but words would not form around the gag lodged in his throat,
just garbled noises.

No... no... he did not want this... he wanted
to die... why couldn�t they just let him
die?

Ada... Ada..., his thoughts chased each other through the
turmult that was his mind. Please help
me...Ada!

Tears
burned his eyes and he clenched them shut to not let them fall. But it were to
many, the damn broke and his body was wrecked by shuddering sobs.

Elrond bend
down and kissed the crying elf on his brow. �Shhh... all will be well... you
will see. Shhh.�

Legolas
cried himself into an exhausted sleep with the steady murmur of Elrond�s voice
and the stroking of his fingers.

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