Title : Mirkwood's Impasse
Author : Red Autumn (red_autumn21@yahoo.com)
Pairing(s) : Legolas/?
Rating : NC17, Rape, Angst, Violence
Summary : Mirkwood's in danger.  How can a lone elf save it when he,
himself was bound to his enemy in a forced marriage?
Warning : PLEASE heed the ratings.  Slash contents of graphic and non-
consent sex.
Disclaimer : Only borrowing Tolkien's characters for my fantasy.
NOTE : This fic is AU.
  Special thanks to beta reader - Anu Anu.



PART 3

King Thranduil was seated on his gold ornate throne when his son
entered the Audience Hall.  As usual, Levana, his bride-to-be, was
beside him wherever he went.  They held hands, eyes constantly on
each other.

He did not even acknowledged Legolas' presence until the she-elf
turned to look at the grandson of Oropher.

Morrant stood beside the dais looking meek, but his eyes betrayed his
true nature.  A sense of foreboding struck the young elf's heart.

The usual group of trusted counselors was not present.  Only six
palace guards stood at attention in their stations.

His ada never summoned his children to the Audience Hall.  Usually
they were called to his office or the King would look for them
personally.  On the two occasions that he had, he sent his eldest to
an exiled life and the second to a far away land to marry someone she
did not even know.

After the incident with Morrant this morning, Legolas did not want to
return to the palace immediately.  Instead, he and Firnnole spent
most of the day riding around the forest and swimming in the river. 
He wanted some distraction, to ease his troubled mind and tensed
nerves that Morrant had successfully struck.  Only when Anar had
begun to set behind the forest canopy did the two elves reached home.

A palace guard was waiting for the Prince and immediately informed
him of the King's summon.  The two young elves looked at each other
and knew the summon meant something woeful would fall on the last
heir of Mirkwood.

FLASHBACK

"Firnnole, you are my best friend.  Can I trust you with something?"
asked the Prince suddenly, breaking the silence.

They had been riding hard for a while and now slowed down to a trot
so that the horses could rest.

Anar had already set halfway over the far end of the forest canopy,
the reddish hue in the sky indicating that the weather would be
perfect for the next few days.

"Yes, of course, Legolas.  I have always been loyal to you since we
were elflings, remember?" answered the other without hesitation,
absentmindedly, running a hand through his silky darker blond hair to
get some of the stray strands out of his face.

The two elves had first met when Legolas was entrusted to learn
archery from Firnnole's ada, a well-known master in bows and arrows. 
Unfortunately, Firnnole became an orphan a few years later when his
ada was killed while on a patrol at the borders.  Their company was
ambushed by a large group of orcs.  Very few returned home that day.

Being the older of the two, the Prince took it upon himself to help
the lonely elf adjust into a new life.  Ever since that day, the two
were inseparable.  They always looked out for each other and often
shared a bed.

King Thranduil did not mind the friendship, pleased that his son had
a loyal companion who would look out for him.  Firnnole was accepted
as a member of the family.

"I am going to sneak out of Mirkwood and go to Rivendell.  I need you
to help me be my eyes and ears while I am away for I fear that I may
never be allowed to return home again should ada finds out."

"You are going to recruit help from them, aren't you?"  Firnnole knew
the answer.  He was well aware of the darkness that was descending
upon Mirkwood.

"Yes.  How long have you been suspecting the two half-elves?" 
Legolas turned to look at his friend intently.

"Long enough," he answered simply.

"I'm truly sorry that I did not confide with you earlier in this
matter.  I wasn't sure at first."

This time it was Firnnole's turn to glare at him; a brief flash of
anger and pain flickered in those beautiful eyes.

It pained Legolas to see with his own eyes the feeling of being
abandoned due to the mistrust that he had caused his friend to
suffer.  He did not want to leave his friend out but he did not wish
to see him get hurt in the process.

"But you did not trust me enough to tell me?" questioned the younger
elf calmly.

"I trust you with all my heart.  I just didn't want you to get hurt
by them."

"I'm not an elfling anymore, Legolas.  We went though our majority
together."  Firnnole understood how fiercely protective his older
friend could be, an inbred trait from the King.

"I'm sorry," whispered the young Prince as he cast his head down.

"I will come with you.  It is not safe to travel alone.  Besides it's
a long journey and you would surely need company," stated Firnnole in
all seriousness.

Despite his misgivings for the Prince, Firnnole never stayed angry
for very long.

Legolas looked up and stared at his friend.  The Prince noticed for
the first time in centuries the delicate features of his friend.  His
eyes wandered and imprinted them permanently in his mind, every
contour on his face and especially the laughing bluish-grey eyes. 
Then the blue azure orbs locked on to the slightly pouted pink lips. 
He wondered...

The other blond elf became aware that his friend was studying his
features, and now his lips.  Not wanting to disappoint him, Firnnole
gave him a sweet smile.

The younger elf was curious by this new behaviour.  For as long as he
remembered, both knew that Legolas was the most sought after and
desired elf in Mirkwood and Rivendell.  He sometimes wondered why he
never thought of this himself.
The perfect upturned curves on the corner of Firnnole's lips made the
Prince's heart skip a beat.  Legolas smiled in return, glad that his
friend had forgiven him so quickly.

"If you come with me, you might be banished too," he warned.

"I have no family here, Legolas.  You are my only family.  I will go,
whatever the consequences may be."

Legolas frowned slightly, and a feeling of guilt stabbed his heart,
to involve his friend in such a dangerous mission, but secretly, he
was happy to have him along.  Finally he nodded.

"Race you!" he shouted and then spurred his horse to gallop ahead.

"Not fair!" cried Firnnole from behind and raced after him.

END OF FLASHBACK

Leaving his horse to Firnnole, Legolas followed the guard.  The last
rays of the Anar splashed a beautiful reddish light on the walls and
mosaic tiles along the arcade leading to the Audience Hall.

His treads were slightly heavier than usual, almost weary.  The
closer they got to the Hall, the faster his heart beat.  All kinds of
questions popped up in his mind.

"You were looking for me, ada?" asked Legolas as he walked solemnly
towards the dais.

King Thranduil looked down at his son in silence.  The young Prince
noticed a strange light flash past his ada's eyes.  Before, the King
had eyes the colour of blue sapphires, almost the same as his son but
now they looked darker and strangely distant.

"Yes.  Levana and I have been discussing about your future," answered
Thranduil suddenly as if coming out of a trance.

The young Prince's mood darkened.   How dare that witch discuss his
future?  She was certainly bold now, to flaunt her influence on the
monarchy's government.

"I've only just realised that my little Greenleaf is all grown up
now.  Therefore it is time for you to take a mate who will share your
life happily ever after," announced King Thranduil proudly and then
he turned to look at his beloved.

A bright smile formed in Levana's fair face.

Legolas narrowed his eyes threateningly as he stared at Levana with
disdain.  He failed to register what his ada was rambling about by
now.  Then he saw Morrant sneering mockingly.  How he wished to wipe
those smiles off their faces, to rub them out on the dirt floor.

"As you know, we were approached by many offers even before you
reached your majority.  However, I am most delighted to tell you that
I have finally found the right suitor for you," beamed his ada
earnestly.

That last sentence caught the Prince's attention immediately.

"I refuse to marry anyone that I have no love for," declared the
Prince before his ada could continue, determined to stand his
ground.  He was going to fight this and deny them their victory.

"Come now my child.  Hear me out.  Once you meet this elf, I am sure
you will change your mind," his ada coerced sweetly.

A soft snort interrupted them.  Legolas saw Morrant trying his best
to stifle a laugh.

King Thranduil rose from his throne and stepped down the dais.  While
he stood just an arm's length away from his son, anyone would have
thought that they were almost identical from their slenderness up to
the colour of their hair and eyes.  The only difference was that the
older elf was much taller than his son.

"Let me introduce you to your suitor," chirped his ada with a genuine
smile.  He turned toward Morrant and beckoned him to come over.

Legolas felt the blood drained from his head and his jaw dropped in
shock.

"Morrant is a good elf, my son.  He will make a fine husband and will
take good care of you.  I was so happy when he approached me with the
proposal."

Thranduil took Legolas' right hand and placed it inside Morrant's
bigger palm.  The half-elf immediately gripped tightly as his smile
became wider, wrinkling the corners of his eyes.  He gazed at the
blond Prince lustily.

"No!" snapped the Prince, snatching his hand back.

Clearly, Morrant was only interested in his body as he had shown so
many times since staying in Mirkwood.  It was outrageous.  How could
his ada accept this bond without asking him first?

"I will never be this bully's consort!" yelled Legolas shakily.

Turning on his heel, he was about to storm out of the hall.  It was
no use talking to his ada at the moment.  He must get Firnnole and
get away from Mirkwood immediately.

Before he even took two steps, four of the palace guards appeared
suddenly and surrounded him.  Legolas was surprised by their reaction
but was so adamant with his decision that no one could stop him.

However, so were the guards.  The two from behind held his shoulders
and wrists tightly while the two in the front barred his way. 
Legolas wrestled and demanded to be released.

"Bring him here!" ordered the King in a harsh tone.

The struggling prisoner was roughly shoved toward his sire.

"Ada, please tell them to release me," pleaded Legolas.

"No," answered his sire.

"Don't force me, ada.  I will never marry that brute.  He is only
doing it so he can get his hands on Mirkwood," the young elf was
getting desperate.

"I am your sire and King.  You will obey me without question.  The
wedding will take place and you will serve Lord Morrant as a good
Prince Consort should be," scowled King Thranduil.  "Take him back to
his chamber and make sure he doesn't get out until the wedding,"
barked the King to his palace guards.

A sense of dread and fear stabbed into Legolas' heart.  How could his
ada force him to become a slave to this evil elf?

"Go with him, my `son'.  Talk to him and spend time with him.  He
will come to realise how much you care for him," King Thranduil
addressed Morrant as he watched the guards carry the protesting
Prince over their shoulders.

Morrant didn't need to be told to stay with the young elf because he
intended to do so anyway, but he was glad that the King gave the
permission personally.
* ~ * ~ *

Firnnole witnessed from his hiding place as the Prince was
humiliatingly carried out of the hall, yelling and fighting against
four palace guards.  Morrant followed immediately behind them.

Stunned and furious, Firnnole could not believe the King could do
such a thing to his youngest child.

His mind and heart were torn between saving his friend, who was
clearly in dire need of his help and getting to Rivendell immediately
to seek Lord Elrond.  The burden of this decision lay heavily on his
shoulders.

He decided to take his chance with Rivendell.  He believed that
Legolas would agree with him and even urge him to do it.  It was
their only chance anyway.

It was sheer stupidity to fight against five experienced and strong
warriors.  He would easily be subdued and put to prison.  Worst
still, he could die trying.  Then who would send the message to Lord
Elrond and save Legolas?

The young elf ran as if fire were on his heels to the stable.  It was
up to him now to get help before it was too late to save his dear
friend.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

"Put him on the bed and hold him down," ordered Morrant as soon as
they entered the bedchamber.

Obediently, the guards followed his instructions.  The Prince was
unceremoniously hauled to the bed and pinned down securely.

"Let me go!  You will be punished for conspiring with this fraud!"
yelled Legolas.

The half-elf straddled the struggling Prince and gripped his chin
firmly, forcing his jaw to open.

Legolas watched helplessly as he held a small yellow phial over his
mouth and emptied the bitter contents.  The young elf screwed his
face at the taste and tried to spit it out but Morrant clamped his
mouth shut and pinched his nose till he had no choice but to swallow
it.

Eyes wide with fear; he fought to draw a much-needed breath.  Sensing
it, Morrant finally released his nose but held the other until the
Prince stopped struggling.

The eyelids dropped halfway and the sparkling azure eyes turned
slightly glazed.

Lord Morrant waved his hand to the guards, implying that they should
leave the room.

After the last guard had closed the door behind him, Morrant
snickered as he looked down at his drugged prey.

Even though the world spun around him, Legolas tried to get up,
willing himself to fight off the drug's effect.  However, he lost the
battle and slumped back.  A frustrated moan escaped from his lips.

The Prince laid vulnerable and helpless, an easy prey to his hungry
predator.

The sound of tearing clothes filled the room as Morrant worked on
getting every shred of fabric off his elf.

The sight of naked flesh made the red haired elf wanted to take his
prisoner immediately.  It took all his will power to stop himself
from slipping his throbbing member inside the tight hot shaft.

He ran his hands over Legolas' chest, enjoying the soft silky skin. 
When Legolas tried to push his hands away, Morrant grabbed his wrists
and pinned them above his head.  Leaning forward, he kissed the young
elf deeply and demandingly.  He sucked hard and swallowed the sweet
saliva while toying with the timid tongue inside.

The incoherent elf was unable to fight against him, words slurring
and limbs failing to obey their owner.

Slithering down until his face was a finger's breadth away from the
young elf's shy member, Morrant eyed it hungrily.  He could not
believe that finally the treasure he had been seeking for so long,
lay in front of him waiting to be claimed.

Without wasting anymore time, he took it wholly into his mouth.  His
tongue circled the limp member, coaxing it rise.  His expert
ministrations soon caused Legolas to moan seductively and bucked
weakly, his member growing bigger and turning hard.

Working reverently, Morrant was soon rewarded with pure nectar from
the forbidden fruit.  He swallowed every drop contently, and unable
to hold much longer, Morrant started to stroke his own member.  For
now, his elf would remain pure and innocent.

The wait until the wedding night would be worth it.  He would take
everything from Legolas and he would slowly savour the feel of the
slippery trembling body beneath him.

The thought itself caused his own body to climax.  His seeds spilled
in a big load on his hand, a reminder of how much he needed to sate
his achingly burning desire.

Patience.  Prince Legolas would be bound to him indefinitely.  He
would make sure of it.

TBC