Completely A.U. Legolas slave fic. This story was inspired by Bluegolds story "Bound", which can be found here: http://daemel.freespaces.com/authors.html#blue
I use similar plot ideas here with her permission.
Betareader: Many thanks to Randy, who polished this chapter and made it so much better! All still remaining errors are my own.
Warnings: Slash. M/m, BDSM, d/s, torture, toys, non-con and debatable consent. Very graphic descriptions. Special warnings for this chapter: none. Please heed the warnings!
Disclaimer: Universe and characters are not mine, but Tolkien's. The idea of the spell, however, belongs to me.
For all other disclaimers and authors notes see Story Intro.
The bath took some time since Aragorn not only had to wash and shrub his Elf – and himself – thoroughly, but he found he also needed to prevent Legolas from falling asleep and accidentally drowning in the warm water. He dried him up and clad him in clean clothes Lindir had prepared for them in the chamber, then placed him on a bench and tended to himself. When they got back, the Elf he carried in his arms was drowsy and nearly asleep.
Their chamber had been cleansed and the sheets were changed. The windows were open, but the drapes were closed, allowing fresh air and birdsong in but protecting their privacy from nosy glances.
Sighing, Aragorn placed his elf in the clean bed, then disrobed him again. Afterwards he undressed himself. He went back to the bed and shook his slave awake.
Legolas was startled and took some time to get his mind to focus. He stared wide-eyed at his master, fearing what was to come.
Aragorn kissed him, then looked at him solemnly. “I need you to stay awake for me a few more moments,” he said.
Legolas stared at him and nodded, his wearyness swept away by rising fear.
Aragorn took his face between his hands, settling himself cross-legged in front of him.
“You have given me great scare, melethron,” he said gravely. “Last night was unbelievable for me, and I thank you for that. But for you it nearly was too late. I know I am a harsh master to you and my needs are hard for you to bear. But you mean much to me, and I do not want to lose you.”
He held his lover's gaze.
“Please, Legolas. Promise me that next time I am delayed or can’t come to you in time to meet your needs, you will seek help much sooner! Promise me!”
He cursed softly as the Elf shook his head and demanded again: “Promise it!”
“Please, Estel, you know that is not in my power. It is not for me to decide if Master Glorfindel, or the Lords Elrohir and Elladan, or even L... Lord Elrond... would wish to spare time to indulge a lowly slave. And I am just a slave as they do not hesitate to remind me.” It sounded bitter; Aragorn's brows drifted down and Legolas hung his head, startled by his reaction. “Forgive me, master, it was not my station...”
Aragorn caught his mouth in a kiss, preventing him from continuing.
“No, it was not,” he agreed when he finished the kiss. “However, you are right. You can not force them to help you. But I will speak to them and remind them that you belong to me, and since I do not want to lose you due to their neglect if I can’t tend to you myself it is their responsibility to help you at need. After all I would just ask them to take care of you when I am hindered to be with you without fault of my own. And they would not refuse to tend my horse when I am forced to leave it here for a time. So the same should be true for you.”
The slave blushed deeply. It pained him to be compared to a horse. Unfortunately the truth was that to Elrond and his two older sons Aragorn's horse was probably of much more worth than Aragorn's slave. Still, to hear his master – to hear Estel! – phrase it like that...
Aragorn seized his chin and tipped it up so that Legolas met his gaze again.
“And you mean much more to me than a horse,” he reassured his Elf. “You know that I would free you if I could, Little Leaf.”
The Elf looked at him, dumbfounded.
“You would?” he asked startled.
“If I could break that spell? Yes!” Aragorn said bitterly. “I would love to have you as my lover and stay with me as my companion out of your free will, but I could well understand if you would rather flee me as far as you could if you but had the choice. Be that as it may, we both know that it is not possible. And for that I am sorry.”
Legolas was silent.
Finally he hesitantly asked: “Do you... are you angry at me, Estel? Do you wish not to be burdened with me any longer?”
Aragorn looked at him incredulously, then grabbed him harshly and stared hard into his eyes. “Are you mocking me?”
Seeing the startled look of his slave, he relented. He shook his head.
“Did I give you the impression that I want to lose you?” he said quietly. “No! No, I do not want to lose you! I am glad to have you and glad for your loyalty to me, glad for the service you give me, both in bed and otherwise. But I know that my needs are hard for you to bear. I’d understand it if you would rather have another master.”
Legolas jerked and he held him fast. Hesitantly the slave dared to look up again and meet his masters gaze. Aragorn held his gaze, calming him with his intent look.
Finally, Legolas took a deep breath and relented his tension. Boldly, he dared to offer his master a kiss himself. Then he said earnestly: “I do not wish another master, Estel. ‘Tis true that your need for my pain is hard for me to bear at times, but I can deal with it. And I rather have you as my master than your brothers or the Lord Glorfindel.” He shuddered. “Or... the Lord Elrond,” he finished in a whisper.
Aragorn shook his head. He did not know what precisely Elrond had done to Legolas, but he knew the Lord of Imladris held a strong dislike for the young Mirkwood Elf and tolerated him only for Aragorn's sake.
Still... “You forget your place, Little Leaf,” he chided gently. “I thank you for your loyalty. But you have no call to speak derisively of Lord Elrond. I will have to punish you, and I will do so certainly tonight, or at least the night after. But you did not answer my demand.”
He looked at him seriously. “I mean it, Legolas. Promise me! Promise me that next time you will seek help before it gets that bad again!”
Legolas hung his head. The threat of punishment was no surprise to him, since he could discern from Aragorn's tone that his master had planned to take him harshly during one of the coming nights anyway. It was nothing more than he had expected. Yet there was one more truth for him to share, and he did not know how Aragorn would react.
“I thought you would come back sooner,” he explained, “and you would be... delighted if I was... in need...” he swallowed. “So I convinced Lord Glorfindel to let me wait for you.” He blushed deeply. “It was my fault. I am sorry, Estel! I just thought... you would be...”
Aragorn sighed. So that had been the plan. He suspected it had been originally devised by his brothers, and they had been the ones to give Legolas the idea. He should have been furious, but he had already nearly guessed as much by now. Besides, unfortunately, they had not been very far off the point. They knew well what he liked.
Still, Legolas skillfully avoided giving him the promise he asked. It was maddening.
He concentrated on his Elf again. Legolas was trembling in his grip by now.
“And you were right, I was delighted,” he admitted. “Or I would have been, if you had not been nearly on the brink of death. Truly, that price is much too high. I mean it, Legolas. Give me your word!”
Finally the Elf in his grip sighed and nodded.
“I promise it, Estel,” he said. “If anything like this should happen again, if you are delayed or hindered to come to me in time and there is any other near who can give me release, I promise I will then go to that other one and beg him to help me.”
Aragorn nodded solemnly and kissed him again.
“Good,” he said then, “I will hold you to it. Because, my Little Leaf, you are precious to me and it would grieve me greatly if you died.”
And with that he started to make love to his Elf, carefully and thoroughly and for once nearly without pain. At first he did not get aroused himself and just concentrated on making Legolas squirm with pleasure and desire. Then the memory of the helpless, stricken condition of his slave the night before took hold of him and got him hard and needy. He took care to bring his partner to climax with his mouth before he started to prepare him to be entered; and when he finally sheathed himself in Legolas, mindful not to hurt him by going too fast, it was the anticipation of what he would do to his slave the following night that took him to new heights. He could not help setting a hard, punishing pace after he got that far, but by then his slave was thoroughly relaxed and welcomed it for once. When he finally came within his slave, he took Legolas with him.
Afterwards, he stayed within the body of his Elf a bit before he finally withdrew. By then, Legolas was dozing in his arms. Carefully slipping out of bed behind him, Aragorn got up, placed a last kiss on his Elven lover's cheek and cleaned himself. He donned his clothes and slipped out of their room, leaving Legolas to peaceful Elven dreams.
-- TBC --
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