~Part Twenty Two~

Legolas flinched backwards away from the open window of the carriage.  Amelia confused at the display of fear from the Prince studied this newcomer.  He was a tall man, long dark hair falling to his shoulders in little waves, with a generally appealing countenance, however his eyes were cold and the smile which displayed his even white teeth could only be described as menacing.

Amelia's heart clenched in sudden fear as another voice joined the group.

"I'd say this was a job most proficiently carried out Verius," Lord Marlen said.  He looked down at the fallen body of Celdarion before viciously kicking the elf's ribs.

Verius inclined his head gracefully before opening the carriage door.  Both occupants shrank back away from the combined presence of their nemeses.

"Come, step out of the carriage," Verius said.  Getting no reaction he turned to Legolas.  "Would you rather I forced you out?" he asked, reminding the Prince of the sorcerer's previous use of his magic.

The young Prince resignedly moved forward to climb out of the carriage his progressing pregnancy making it difficult to descend unaided, however he still flinched and pulled away when Verius attempted to assist him.  The sorcerer laughed at the elf who finally made it down to the ground.  Amelia swiftly followed and clutched Legolas' arm.

"What a fine catch this is," Marlen drawled looking at the captive pair before him.  "Had you been anyone else Verius I would have double- crossed you and kept them both to myself.  I have long desired Lady Garrett but the Prince is a most stunning creature."

Legolas did not conceal his disgust from the man.

Verius laughed and before Legolas could do anything the sorcerer had placed his hand on the elf's swollen stomach.  "He is indeed, even in his current state."

Legolas stepped back.  "Do not touch me again foul creature," he hissed out in protective anger.

Verius' amusement was apparent.  "You think you could stop me little prince.  In your current condition you could not even run to the tree line.  I advise you to not to anger me."

Legolas said nothing, his mind working instead on ways in which to free both himself and Amelia from their captors.  He noticed the wargs now sat together casting hungry eyes around them but no longer attacking, and from the forest emerged more men wearing Lord Marlen's livery.  One man caught his attention and looking closely the Prince realized he had seen this man before.  Ifan Crislen, the man who appealed his sentence but had been caught lying.  Was Lord Marlen or Verius then responsible for aiding the prisoner's escape, or perhaps both.

Legolas turned his attention back to the immediate area and his gaze came to rest upon the body of Celdarion.  The older elf was so still and Legolas could see no movement from his chest to indicate that his guardian was even breathing.

He saw movement from the corner of his eye and turning his attention back to his captors he saw Marlen motion to two of his own men who had closed in on them to stand at either side of the prisoners whilst he and Verius moved away slightly to talk in lowered voices.  Legolas knew that he might have no other chance, and focusing he delved within himself for the source of the magic that was his birthright.

It stirred within him, growing in power that fed off the Prince's fear and anger, and with a final mental heave Legolas pushed it outwards.  Almost instantly the trees began to rustle swaying violently although there was little breeze, and throughout the forest surrounding them the sounds of angry creatures echoed from the violent chatter of birds that suddenly took the to skies to the howling of distant wolves.

Verius whirled suddenly his eyes focused on the elven Prince.  Stalking over he stood glowering over Legolas.

"What did you do?" he demanded.

Legolas said nothing, merely gazing calmly back at the sorcerer, Amelia watching in confusion.  When no response was forthcoming Verius violently backhanded the young elf sending him staggering backwards.  Legolas would have fallen had it not been for the quick support offered by Amelia.  Marlen looked around in confusion wondering what Verius had sensed.  The sorcerer looked grimly at his accomplice.

"We should leave here now," he said as the forest showed no signs of calming.

Marlen nodded without questioning and called out orders to his men to prepare for their departure.  "What do you wish to do about our prisoners?" he asked the sorcerer.

"I think it best if they were unaware of the rest of our journey," Verius said thoughtfully and balls of dark magic flew from his fingers to engulf the captives.  Both woman and elf were instantly thrown into unconsciousness and as they collapsed towards the ground, the guards to either side caught them.  The sorcerer indicated that they should be placed back into the carriage.

Marlen instructed one of his men to take up the reigns and drive the coach back to his estate and the group disbanded leaving broken bodies scattered across the blood soaked earth.

As the road cleared there was a movement amongst the bodies.  A weak whistle sounded and hoofs were heard.  A lone horse approached a body on the ground, gently lowering its nose until it was nudging its rider.

Celdarion lifted a hand to gently stroke his horse, and then painfully he raised himself from the ground.  He managed to achieve a seated position, panting from the effort, and he looked down at the arrows protruding from his chest.  Steeling his resolve he snapped the shaft of one arrow barely holding back a whimper of pain. It took many precious moments for him to recover sufficiently enough to snap the second shaft, this time unable to stop the cry that left his mouth.  Darkness closed in on him, and against his will he felt himself falling back into unconsciousness.

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Legolas felt consciousness return slowly, at first just a slight drawing towards the light.  His other senses seemed to become more aware and before he had opened his eyes he had realized he was lying down on something soft.

He let his eyes slit open a fraction letting a small amount of light in and allowing his eyes to get used to the sudden brightness.  Then he allowed them to open fully.  His gaze flicked around whilst he remained still and motionless, and from what he could see of the ornately decorated ceiling seemed to indicate that he was in a room somewhere.

He had apparently been laid on a bed, but he was not alone for his elven hearing detected someone else's breathing.  He turned his head slowly and saw that Amelia was sharing the bed with him.  She was still unconscious.  Carefully Legolas rolled onto his side to face her and reaching out a hand he shook her gently in an attempt to rouse her.

"Amelia, wake up.  Amelia," he shook her again.

A soft moan escaped Lady Garrett and her face scrunched up into a frown.  One eye opened warily before settling on Legolas, then the other eye opened.

"Legolas?"  Amelia lifted her head and looked around in confusion.  "What's going on, where are we?"

"Do you remember what happened Amelia?"  Legolas asked in concern.

"We were going to my home to make preparations for the wedding," she frowned as the memories returned to her.  "We stopped, Celdarion said he was worried, and then there were… oh no Legolas, Lord Marlen.  We've been taken haven't we?"  Lady Garret shot up on the bed looking around wildly to see where her captor was.

Legolas nodded slowly.  "I am afraid so.  There was nothing I could do to effect our escape.  Amelia please you must listen to me.  You must remain calm, we will find a way to free ourselves, and Lord Marlen and Verius both will pay for their crimes," the elf said with a hard glitter in his eyes and this seemed to calm Amelia a little.  Legolas winced then as the babe within him chose that moment to kick ferociously.

"Are you alright?" Amelia asked her friend.

Legolas nodded rubbing his hand soothingly over the place where his child was most active.  "Tis just the babe feeling playful.  Amelia you must help me to sit.  I cannot rise unaided."

Amelia nodded quickly and between them they moved Legolas to the side of the bed and then Amelia supported and pulled him where necessary to allow him to sit on the edge of the bed.  Once seated Legolas had a better view of the room, but he frowned in dismay as he saw that there was nothing.  There were no windows and there was no door.  A few simple pieces of furniture lay in the room.  A bookcase to one side, a small table in the corner.  A fireplace that had been blocked and two chairs placed before the fireplace.

Amelia also noticed the lack of exits and emitted a small cry of distress.  Legolas patted her hand gently.  "Fear not my friend, we will be well," he said reassuringly.  The Elven Prince looked around with determination.  "There must be a way out, how else could we have gotten in," he said with confidence.  

He pushed himself up off the bed and strode to the wall, and then with both hands feeling along the walls he walked around the room.  As he reached the bookcase he looked at it carefully.  There were only a few books on the shelves, dusty and aged in appearance. However there was one book that looked a lot less dusty than the rest.  Curious Legolas pulled the book from the shelf, but the book refused to do more than come out a few inches, and when Legolas let go it seemed to pull itself back into place.

Now both Amelia and Legolas looked at the book in surprise.  A sudden grinding noise startled them, and to their amazement the bookcase began to move.  It opened at one side, and as Legolas pulled it further open they were astonished to see a doorway hidden behind it.  Excitedly the elven prince stepped forward, and realized his mistake immediately.  A barrier much like the one that he had encountered before was in place, and the young elf felt himself being sucked into the magic before it forcefully spewed him back out.

Legolas cried out in sudden pain as he landed badly.  A spasm tore through his stomach and his hands protectively clenched at the swollen mound as the baby stirred fretfully.

Amelia ran to his side.  "Legolas are you well?" she asked anxiously, seeing the expression of pain on the young Prince.

Legolas grimaced, but he felt the spasm fade so he nodded shakily.  "I am well.  T'was a surprise, but I should have expected such from Verius," he muttered darkly.

"You know the sorcerer?" Amelia asked as she assisted Legolas up from the floor and back to the bed.

"Indeed, I almost knew him too well," Legolas stated, and Amelia frowned in confusion.  Legolas sighed.  "Verius was the one who captured me on behalf of Lord Gafen.  It was their plan to bind me to the old Lord and beget his spawn upon me, although Verius too desired more than my conversation," the Prince explained bitterly, and Amelia's eyes widened in shock.

"But Lord Gafen is not here this time," Verius' voice announced suddenly and two pairs of startled eyes flew to the secret doorway where the sorcerer stood grinning widely.

Legolas unconsciously drew back in fear.  Verius laughed and stepped through the magical barrier into the room.

"Do not worry little prince, it is not my intention to take you just yet.  Ignoring the elf's flinch the sorcerer continued.  "I must admit it was something of a stroke of luck to get you both at the same time.  I had not thought it would be so easy.  But now here you are and things can begin to move forward.  Much as they should have ten months ago."

"What does this have to do with Lady Garrett," Legolas asked quietly.

"Ordinarily nothing at all.  However she is both a means to an end, and a satisfying pawn in my game of revenge.  She secures Lords Marlen's loyalties to me, and also punishes the man who killed the last of my line.  And of course you my dear prince, play an integral part in my new plan.  Together you and I will create a dynasty.  An army of children ready to do our bidding, slowly at first, married strategically into all of the great houses until this whole land is simply ours for the taking."

Legolas looked at the man in disbelief.  "You are beyond reason if you think I will willingly play a part in this madness."

Verius laughed.  "I have always enjoyed your spirit, seeing it tamed in my bed is something I very much look forward to.  I anticipate that it may take a while for you to appreciate your place, but do not doubt little Prince, you will learn." Verius paused before continuing.  "Let me put it another way.  Behave and your unborn child may yet live."

The blood drained from Legolas' face, and his arms curled protectively around his belly.

Verius continued.  "Now come along children.  We are all to sup together this evening.  A sign of things to come, a celebration of our new family."

Verius rose and walked to the door.  From outside entered four guards, two each taking hold of the captives and escorting them behind the sorcerer.  Legolas said nothing simply being led along quietly, and Amelia shot anxious looks at her elven friend.

They were escorted down a long series of stairs, and before they reached the bottom, much to his disgust Legolas was forced to rely on the support of the two guards as they helped him along.  As an elf he was naturally an active creature, but in the tenth month of his pregnancy long periods of exercise were impossible, and he tired more easily.

Finally they came out into a corridor that had many doors leading off it.  Legolas forced himself to take note of everything just in case they should get a chance to escape, but then their walk was halted as they stood in front of a large pair of doors.

The doors were pushed open and they were led into a large dining room, however the room already seemed quite full.  Lord Marlen sat at the head of the table already drinking from a goblet, and seated along the table were women, all of whom seemed to be in various stages of pregnancy.  Each of the women looked pale and tired, but underlying it seemed to be a deep fear, which worsened as each of them spotted the sorcerer.  Many of them tried to make themselves seem as small as possible.

Verius smiled as he saw them all.  "Prince Legolas, Lady Garrett allow me to introduce you to my harem."  The sorcerer walked over to the closest woman, ignoring her whimper and flinching as he placed he hands on her shoulders caressing them.

Legolas looked around him in horror and realized what had happened.  It was unthinkable.  Knowing that his immortality depended on the use of blood magic, and having the last of his bloodline murdered, Verius must have kidnapped each of these women and impregnated them all to continue his magical supply.

Verius continued to caress the shoulders of the woman he held, looking down at her.  "Laila, you are looking particularly stunning, I shall see you tonight."  Ignoring the sobbing that erupted from the girl Verius took his place at the table and gestured for the guards to escort the two new captives to their own places.

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The meal could not have passed more slowly.  Amelia had been seated beside Lord Marlen whilst Legolas was placed at Verius' side.  Legolas looked around in horror at the other women whose demeanor screamed defeat.  They ate almost as though they were automatons, and avoided looking up for fear of attracting attention.  The young elf was sickened by the heinousness of the crimes committed by Marlen and Verius.  He himself refused to touch the food before him, thinking that to sit and eat as though he were just as guest would be a sign of capitulation on his part, and following his lead Amelia also sat there in stony silence.

Verius looked up mildly amused at this display of bravado.  "You must eat," he said gesturing loosely with a bread roll in one hand.  "If not for your sake, then what about your child.  Does it not feed off your own strength?  Would you willingly cause harm to the unborn one?"  Verius said with a calculating gleam.

Legolas glared stonily at the sorcerer.  "I am an elf, we are far stronger than the race of men and my strength will sustain my child until we are freed and you are destroyed."

Verius' laughter echoed around the room drawing everyone's attention.  "But little one, your strength will soon be spent as your body provides me with much pleasure.  What then the future for your child?  Little Prince I promise you now, cooperate and I will allow your child to be born unharmed and delivered alive and well to your King."

Legolas bit his lip hesitantly, could he allow his defiance to bring harm upon his child?  He needed to bide his time until rescue arrived, or until he could effect an escape.  Looking squarely back at the sorcerer he nodded slightly, and pushed back the rage that he felt at seeing Verius' smug expression.  Instead he looked back at his plate and picked up a small vegetable, which he forced himself to bite into.

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After the meal both Amelia and Legolas were escorted to a small audience room where they were seated on cushioned chairs near their captors.  After they were all settled and drinks had been distributed by Marlen's servants the door opened once more and Legolas was surprised to see Lord Fenner enter the room.

"Lord Fenner.  I regret that you were unable to join us for dinner, you have already met Prince Legolas and Lady Garrett?  Good.  Perhaps you might entertain us all with your music," Lord Marlen requested of the other man.

Fenner smiled and nodded his head in a semblance of humble acquiescence.  But Legolas thought that he saw Fenner quickly glancing about the room, his simple expression replaced for but a moment with a sharp keen glance.  Then Fenner took his place in the centre of the room and with a flourish launched straight into a light hearted rendition of a folk tale, and Legolas dismissed the thought from his mind thinking that he must have been mistaken.

Legolas felt his mind detach from the present as Fenner's nasally voice continued to expound on the virtues of nubile young women, instead he found himself remembering Celdarion.  The ancient elf had always been there.  Legolas could not recall a time when he had been apart from the guardian, in fact the old elf had spent more time with the young Prince than Legolas' own father had, and he was in every way that mattered the second parent he had lacked since his early years.  To imagine a world without Celdarion's dry wit and constant companionship was painful, and the young Prince almost welcomed the familiar bars of Fenner's next musical piece.

Lord Fenner seemed to have decided that since the Prince was before him it would be insulting if he did not play the song that he had written especially for the golden beauty, a song that had been performed in front of Gondor's nobility at the Prince's own request.

Legolas winced as he heard the new verse that had been added to the end of the song, this verse now extolling the vision of beauty that his swollen stomach presented, and had Legolas been with Aragorn he might have laughed with his husband at the ridiculousness of this foppish lord, but this now simply reminded him that he was a captive, and despair settled over the young Prince like a dark cloud.

Amelia did not lend more than a small amount of her attention to Lord Fenner and his compositions.  Instead her attention seemed split between warily watching their captors and Legolas who seemed to be sinking fast into a depression.  She feared greatly for him, and had been told in her long conversations with Celdarion that it was possible for an elf to die from grief.  She reached out and took one of the Prince's limp hands within her own, and was gratified to see him come back to himself and smile at her, tightening his grip reassuringly.

The musical entertainment seemed to last for some time, with both Verius and Marlen seeming to enjoy it, however eventually Fenner announced that he must take a break.  He sat down with an exaggerated sigh and called for more wine to be brought to him, that he might slake his thirst.

"Lord Fenner, it is always such a treat when you visit my estate, your musical works seem only to be improving," Lord Marlen said with a gleam in his eye.

Seeming to miss the amusement displayed by the other Lord Fenner smiled happily.  "Indeed, Lord Marlen you are without doubt one of my greatest fans and it always brings me such pleasure to come here and play for you.  Tis such a pity that our estates are a great distance apart for I would surely enjoy allowing you to hear my works in progress and get your opinion on them."

"Aye t'is indeed a great pity," Marlen said tongue firmly in cheek.  "Nevertheless, will we be enjoying your company for some time?"

Fenner looked regretful, "I am afraid not old friend.  I have promised Lord and Lady Randor that I would come and perform at the naming ceremony for their first child.  I must away upon the morn."

"That is indeed a shame," Verius said dryly, but again the musical man seemed to miss the intonation.  "It is also a shame that our guests will be unable to stay for the remainder of your performance Lord Fenner.  I believe they have been traveling for some time and fatigue must weigh heavily on them.  Especially on our Prince whose condition is somewhat delicate."  Verius cast a concerned look at the young elf.

Legolas found himself caught under the sorcerer's powers once more and felt his head move as it was forced to incline in a semblance of accord with Verius' words.  Fenner nodded understandingly, and did not seem concerned as Amelia and Legolas were guided from the room.

The captive duo were taken back to the room they had awoken in with Verius watching them closely.  As the elf and lady were left in their prison Verius stood at the doorway and raised his hand as he replaced the magical barrier that prevented their escape.  With one last gloating smile Verius left.  Legolas who until that point had maintained a rigid posture suddenly bent clasping his stomach.

Alarmed Amelia quickly helped him over to the bed.  "Legolas what is it?" she asked.

The elf prince panted a little as the spasm that seemed to grip his swollen belly passed.  "I do not know.  Perhaps just a reaction to the situation.  It has gone now," he said trying to reassure both himself and his young friend, however his voice wavered slightly and his kept a firm grip on the mound of his stomach.  "Amelia, we should rest.  We must remain ready to take advantage of any situation that arises."

Lady Garrett nodded in agreement and she helped Legolas back into a reclining position.  She lay beside him and watched his expression slip into a more peaceful one and his eyes glaze slightly.  Her own eyelids drooped and she felt sleep come upon her.

Legolas turned his head slightly as he finally sensed Amelia fall asleep and seeing that was alright he allowed himself to pass into the elven dreamscape.

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In Gondor the assistant Stableman Felton was called to paddock where Elven horses were kept.  He saw a large crowd of men gathered near the paddock fencing and heard a loud pounding sound.  He hurried forward to see what was occurring pushing his way through the crowd.  

His breath left him when he saw the cause of the pounding.  The Prince's steed was on his hind legs bringing his forelegs crashing down onto the fence in an effort to break the wooden barrier.  

Remembering the last time he had attempted to approach the horse Felton was afraid, yet he knew he had to find someway of calming the Prince's steed.  Yelling at the crowd to disperse he waited until the men had moved away before he slowly walked forward hand outstretched towards the enraged horse.

"Now see here Alagos, you must calm yourself.  Do you wish to hurt yourself or any of the men here?  What then would your beloved Prince think hmm?  Now you need to stop trying to break through this barrier."  Felton spoke firmly his voice not betraying his tension, and he still slowly approached the horse.

He continued to lightly berate the horse for it's behavior and heaved a huge sigh of relief as Alagos stopped attempting to break the fencing.  The horse instead looked at him directly breathing heavily and pacing in an agitated state.

Finally Felton reached the fencing himself and was relieved to find himself still in one piece.  Maintaining eye contact with the elven horse he stretched his hand out palm upwards.  His heart missed a beat at the horse took a step towards him, and felt a nervous sweat break out across his upper lip as Alagos bared his teeth and lowered his head down to the stable master's hand.  But at the last moment the teeth were covered again and Alagos instead inhaled the man's scent.

Felton felt some of the tension leave his body.  

"Now, I can see something has upset you," Alagos snorted in what seemed to be an affirmative.  "I know that elvish horses are closely tied to their masters.  I'm afraid I cannot understand what has upset you so, but I promise I will speak to the King who is your rider's husband.  But you must promise not to attempt to break the fencing again, it would upset the Prince greatly should something happen to you."  Felton said softly, and he sensed that this horse was different and that in some way it understood everything the man had said.  Alagos snorted again and his head dipped in a nod.

Satisfied that the horse was now somewhat calmer Felton called for a messenger to see the King.

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In his private chambers King Thranduil of Mirkwood sat by his window looking out into the peaceful forest dwellings of his people.  He looked up at the bright moon and wondered if Legolas were sleeping now or looking out across the kingdom of men towards Mirkwood.  A sudden rustling of trees caught his attention, for the breeze was slight in the heart of the forest.  Then the whispering reached his ears.

"Trasyn," he called out suddenly.

A few moments later a young elf appeared at his doorway.  "Yes Sire?"

"Prepare the horses, we ride for Gondor with all speed," the king barked out, standing and striding towards his dressing chamber.

"My Lord?" Trasyn asked confusion lacing his words.

"Listen Trasyn," the old king said suddenly pushing the young elf towards the window.

Trasyn allowed himself to be guided and then stood quietly listening.  The furious whispering of the trees caught his attention and as he absorbed their imparted message he turned in sudden shock.  Meeting the anguished eyes of the king he came back to himself.

"I will see that everything is arranged my Lord.  We will be ready to depart within two candle marks."

Thranduil nodded satisfied that his aide would take care of everything, and turning back to the window he let out a heartfelt cry that echoed throughout the trees.

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In the golden woods Galadriel raised a crystal goblet to the sky in a nightly ritual asking the Valar for their continued guidance when a sudden cacophony of sounds reached her.  Both the trees and the creatures of the wood screamed out their distress and the goblet slipped from the Golden Lady's suddenly numb fingers smashing heedlessly to the floor and shattering instantly.

Uncaring of the shards Galadriel turned instantly and made her way to her husband's side.

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In Rivendell Elrond had long since passed into the dreamscape, still seated in his study with a book on his lap.  He was not aware at first of the disruption to the peace of his realm, but as the message swept through the valley his consciousness was stirred.  So closely connected was the lord to his kingdom that as the whispering reached a crescendo his gaze cleared and he sat up straight with sudden alarm.

He was momentarily startled as the door flew open and both his children and his oldest friend Glorfindel stood there.

Words were not exchanged but with a look Elrond directed his old friend to make the preparations to depart.

"We ride within the hour," he announced.

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The old wizard had just left the last pass of the Misty Mountains behind him and was making his way towards Rivendell when a large shadow passed over him.  Uncharacteristically startled the old man looked up in alarm.  The shadow passed over him again this time swooping low as the creature made to land before the wizard.

His gaze met that of the lord before him, and was startled to see alarm in those wise eyes.

"We must depart Gandalf, we are needed."

The old man nodded without hesitation and strode forward before jumping up lightly onto the back of the giant bird.

"Then let us away Gwaihir," he said and held tightly as the powerful eagle sprang up into the air.

~Part Twenty Three~

Legolas lay submerged in the elven dream world his thoughts resting with his family both old and new.  Distantly he was aware of something touching his face, and attempting to push away whatever was there his hand rose batting at the space by his face.  When the hand made contact with skin the young Prince froze.  He immediately emerged from the dreamscape, awareness flooding him and his gaze clearing as it fixed upon the intruder.

His eyes met the amused ones of the sorcerer and he flinched and attempted to move away from the man.  Verius smiled in amusement and sat on the bed in the space created by the elf's movement.  He cast a quick glance at the woman still sleeping beside the prince before returning his gaze to study the wary and silent elf that lay before him.

"You are perhaps the singularly most stunning creature I have ever come across in my life, and I would hazard a guess little Prince that I am even older than you."

"What do you want?" Legolas asked warily.

Verius laughed, "Do you really have to ask, or perhaps you want me to show you?"  The sorcerer reached out a hand and ignoring the elf's flinch gently caressed the silken skin of the Prince's cheek.  "I know I would certainly enjoy showing you exactly what I wanted."

"But I would not," Legolas bit out.

Verius ignored that statement and instead looked down to the swollen evidence of the Prince's condition.  "I think I will very much enjoy seeing you like this again with my own child growing within your belly."

"That will never happen," the Prince stated glaring at his nemesis.  "I will be freed and you will return to the fiery pit of Mordor from whence you came."

Verius looked quizzically at the elf.  "I do not understand why you wish to paint such a dark picture of me.  I am still a man born to noble parents, I simply had more… ambition than any of my brethren.  But still I am just a man, I love, I hurt, I have a heart."

"Your heart, if you do indeed have one is blacker than a starless night.  There is only one I can name whose heart was darker than your own and he was destroyed centuries ago."

The sorcerer's expression darkened.  "You do not think before you speak little Prince.  I have warned you before that you would be unwise to rouse my anger.  I have promised the well being of your child upon your cooperation, but that is not the only thing I can use against you."  The sorcerer again looked at Amelia.  "She sleeps now because I wish it to be so.  But if I am forced to wake her little Prince she may regret it.  I am quite certain that Lord Marlen will not object if I decide to play with his little toy first."

Legolas blanched, casting a fearful look at Amelia who showed signs of stirring.  Remembering clearly Daela's fate at the hands of this monster Legolas knew he had no choice.

"Stop," he cried out, his heart clenching in fear at the choice he had just made.  "I will cooperate.  Leave her alone."

Verius nodded.  "Very well, but remember this next time your thoughts turn towards defiance," he said.

He then leaned forward and pressed his lips against the elf's.  Legolas' instincts screamed at him to pull away but for Amelia's sake and for the sake of his unborn child Legolas did nothing.  The sorcerer's mouth ground against his own with bruising force, and a hand at his chin pressured his mouth open.  Legolas felt the sorcerers tongue enter his own sweeping around his mouth, and the young prince could not stop the reflexive gagging.

Verius pulled away and looked down upon the bruised and swollen lips in satisfaction.  Patting the elf's head lightly he stood up and left.

Legolas waited until the man had left before wiping his sleeve across his mouth and spitting as much out of his mouth as possible in an attempt to rid himself of the man's taste.  His efforts finally roused Amelia, who looked at him with sleepy curious eyes.

"Legolas what are you doing?" she asked quietly.

Not wanting to add his problems to her own burden Legolas forced a smile.  "Nothing my friend, I think I may have swallowed a fly accidentally."

Amelia smiled in return and moved closer to the Prince hugging him tightly.

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Shortly after the sorcerer's departure and Amelia's awakening the hidden door was opened once more.  The captives looked in surprise as four small child like creatures entered the room laden with bundles of cloth and buckets of steaming water.

Two of the little people approached the bed with the clothing.  "My Lord we have brought fresh clothing to you upon the instruction of Lord Verius," one of them said keeping his head bowed as he spoke.

Legolas looked down at the curly head in interest, "What is your name child?" he asked gently.

The little face lifted in surprise and Legolas saw that although the stature was that of a child, the face was much older.  "I am no child my lord.  I am a hobbit, and have seen forty summers.  My name is Frodo."

"Forgive me little one, " Legolas said smiling.  "I have seen many summers and to me you are still but a child, but I have never seen your kind before.  Tell me from where do you hail?"

A sad look passed over the halfling's face.  "We are all from the Shire.  It is to the west of Rivendell," he explained at the Elven Prince's blank look.

"You are very far from your homes," Amelia commented.  "How did you come to be in the service of the sorcerer?"

Frodo bit his lip and looked down again.  "We were taken when we ventured too far from our homes.  My friend Sam," Frodo indicated the slightly older looking hobbit beside him, "And my cousins, Merry and Pippin over there.  We had decided to journey to the village of Bree, which lies outside the Shire, but slavers took us after our first night.  That was some ten summers ago I think, it is hard to remember."

"That is sad news indeed little one.  We shall have to see what can be done about reuniting you with your families once we have escaped this place," the Prince said firmly.

Frodo smiled, but it was not filled with hope.  "Forgive me my lord.  Your sentiments are noble but I fear there is no escape from the sorcerer.  We have little freedom, and even less opportunity to escape."

"Well I will not accept that Frodo, I have escaped his clutches once before.  And I know that rescue will soon come for us if we have not already freed ourselves, we have but to be patient and seize any opportunity which presents itself," Legolas said, and found his own spirits lifting with renewed hope.

Frodo smiled with a little more enthusiasm and nodded in acceptance of the Prince's words.

"That may be all and good Mr Frodo, but if we don't get these two downstairs for the morning breakfast then we may find ourselves in more immediate trouble," the hobbit named Sam spoke for the first time.

Legolas bowed his head in acquiescence.  "Very well, we shall prepare ourselves we should not wish to place you in danger little ones."

"We were instructed to bring these clothes for you," Frodo said handing his bundle to the elven Prince.

Legolas took the cloth and spread it out noticing with distaste that it was a long robe similar to those worn by females when in the later stages of their pregnancy.  Made of a light silver and heavy with embroidered designs, when placed on it would fall to his ankles covering most of his leather boots.  Amelia on the other hand had been given a morning dress in a soft pale green velvet, and they allowed the halflings to assist them with washing, dressing, the hobbits reverently touching the soft golden locks of the elf as it was brushed, before they were pronounced ready to be presented.

They all approached the bookcase and Legolas pulled out the book device that caused the hidden door to be revealed.  Outside stood four guards awaiting them, Legolas though was hesitant to step forward remembering the magical barrier.  However the hobbits had no such worries and they stepped forward through the doorway.  Seeing no ill effect Legolas took a deep breath and stepped forward, and encountered nothing.  He moved forward allowing Amelia to step through the doorway and the guard allowed the hobbits to pass first before taking positions on either side of the captives and escorting them downstairs.

They were taken again to the small dining room, and were again the last to arrive.  They were taken to the same seats as the previous night, and Legolas noticed the bowed head of Laila seated further along the table.  He remembered that Verius had called her to his room last night and the elf felt sorrow for what he knew must have occurred to the broken woman.

Legolas felt eyes on him and he turned to see the sorcerer grinning as he cast his gaze leisurely over the elf's form.  The robe he had been given outlined his swollen stomach but the silver coloring only complemented the Prince's own unearthly beauty.

"I cannot tell you how arousing it is to see you in this condition, even knowing the child within you is not mine," Verius said finally his leering gaze meeting the stony one of the elf.  "I could happily keep you in this state for the rest of your immortal life, and of course the begetting of offspring upon you would be no hardship either," he said laughing.

Legolas' lips curled up into a sneer, but he said nothing for fear of reprisals falling upon his friend.  Verius gestured to one of the waiting servants who bought forward a tray heaped with food.  Verius took the plate from him and placed it between himself and the elf.

Legolas looked at it warily and noted that Verius' own plate was already full.  Verius saw the look the elf cast his way and smiled in satisfaction.  He picked up a morsel of food and then he held up in front of the Prince expectantly.

For a moment the elf looked at the food in confusion, but then realization dawned on him and he flinched backwards, pursing his lips tightly together, his eyes shooting venom laced daggers at the sorcerer.  Verius smiled in amusement and moved the food closer to the Prince's face.

"If you do not eat what I feed you, you will not eat at all," Verius stated in a conversational tone.

"Then I will not eat," Legolas stated firmly.

Verius placed the food back on the plate.  "Very well, it is your choice," the man said and turned back to his own plate, eating with great appetite.

Legolas stared warily at the sorcerer.  The man had not let him get away with anything thus far he now wondered what the dark lord was planning.  He continued to watch quietly as Verius ate his food in silence.  However the sorcerer paused midway through his breakfast and looked up to Lord Marlen.

"Marlen," he called out to get the lord's attention.  "I must ask that Lady Garrett be brought to my workshop later today.  There are certain things I need to prepare in order for the binding to be completed upon your marriage."

Marlen frowned but nodded his agreement with Amelia looking on in stunned silence.  Verius looked over at the elf and Legolas was defeated by the triumphant look there.  Legolas bowed his head in resignation.

Verius again picked up the food, and this time Legolas simply opened his mouth and allowed the food to be placed upon his tongue.  He then closed his mouth quickly and concentrated on the task of swallowing the food and not bringing it back up immediately.

Legolas forced himself to eat a few more mouthfuls from Verius' hand before stopping.  The sorcerer held a piece of meat in front of the elf Prince's face, but Legolas had to turn his head away from it.

"Please I cannot…" he said in a quietly pleading tone, keeping his eyes downcast.

The food was removed, and a hand patted his arm lightly.  "Never mind little one.  I am sure we shall be able to tempt you further much later.

Legolas forced himself not to flinch away from the man's touch instead sitting passively as the sorcerer continued to eat.  Finally after what seemed endless hours to the young elf the food was cleared away and Verius' harem was escorted from the room.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Amelia rising from her chair with a guard at her side.  Then he became aware of a presence at his own side.

Verius placed a hand on the Prince's arm, "Come little Prince," he said and gestured for the elf to rise.  Legolas had no choice but to endure the man's hand on him as he was assisted from his seat.  But instead of joining Amelia as she was escorted from the room, Legolas was instead taken to another door.

"Where are you taking Amelia?" he asked urgently.

The hand on his arm stroked in an effort to soothe but this just increased the elf's alarm.  

"She is going back to her room," Verius explained.

"Her room?  But she and I were sharing the room, why am I not returning there with her?"

Verius looked at the Prince with a grin and a dark glitter in his eyes.  "That is no longer your place little Prince.  I am taking you now to your new room."

"I do not wish to have my own room, I wish to stay with Amelia," Legolas protested tugging at his arm.  Verius' grip on him tightened painfully and Legolas winced at the unnatural strength possessed by the sorcerer.

"It seems that you do not yet fully understand the situation little Prince.  What you want no longer matters.  The only way you will receive any reward is if you please me."

They stopped in front of a closed door, and without letting go of his hold on Legolas' arm he pushed open the door.  The room inside was large and except for the large bed, which dominated the room, there was little furniture, and again there was no window.  The Prince's mouth went dry in sudden apprehension.  But was unable to do anything as a strong arm forced him into the room.

Legolas tried to step back but found himself pressed up against a hard body which immediately made him step forward again further into the room.  Verius laughed behind him, and with a bang the elf heard the door close behind him.

As gracefully as he could manage in his current condition Legolas spun and backed away from the sorcerer, however Verius did not advance towards him.  The elf Prince felt something against his back and he realized that he had reached the wall, now all he could do was watch warily his eyes flicking around for something he could use as a weapon.  Yet it seemed that the lack of furniture in the room was designed for the purpose of providing him with nothing lethal or even harmful.

Verius watched him, amusement marking his features and suddenly the air around Legolas felt different.  He let out a startled yelp as he was lifted from his feet by invisible hands.  

He cried out futilely as he was carried by the sorcerer's power over to the bed.  It was very disorienting for the elf when his body suddenly tipped to lie parallel over the bed before he was gently lowered.  He was however, unable to move as Verius' power continued to hold him still.

He held himself tense as the sorcerer approached the bed, and could not restrain a flinch when Verius' hand reached out towards him.  However the hand did not touch him but instead a slight rattling sound alerted the Prince to something being pulled down from above his head.

Legolas spotted something metallic within Verius' grip as the sorcerer's hand came back into view, and when he spotted the chain attached to it Legolas struggled anew, fighting against the sorcerers hold on his body.  His efforts were in vain though and he cried in outrage as a cuff was placed around his wrist, and then he was free to move again.

The elf Prince immediately pulled against the chain tugging hard to try and free himself.  Verius watched silently laughing.

"It will do no good," he said finally.  "The manacle and chain both are made of mithril.  Made to withstand even elvish strength.  There is no lock on the manacle, it can be opened only with magic."

Legolas ceased tugging at the chain and instead turned his attention to the manacle.  It was seamless, as though when Verius had placed it around his wrist the edges had fused together to become one, still Legolas ran his free hand along it trying to seek out some weakness, but he could detect none.  A dip in the bed caused him to raise startled eyes.  

During his struggle with the chain he had failed to detect Verius' movement, and now the sorcerer was on the bed, crawling up alongside the Prince.

Legolas froze in alarm, his eyes tracking the sorcerer's progress.  Verius came closer, and the elf spun into action.  As fast as he could, he moved himself to the edge of the bed and tried to roll off, however where there should have been only air his body met an invisible barrier.  Legolas pushed at the barrier with his hands, the chain linking the manacle to the wall rattling with his efforts, but the air seemed solid.  He was trapped on the bed.  

He turned quickly to face the sorcerer ready to defend himself but Verius simply lay there on his side watching the young elf.

"You really are a remarkable creature," he commented, as his gaze traveled the length of Legolas' taking in the flushed features and bright eyes to the robe, which had traveled up to mid thigh during the Prince's struggles.  The display of soft looking skin between the robe and the Prince's boots was enticing, and Verius' felt himself become swiftly aroused.

Legolas seemed to become aware of the state of his clothing as Verius' gaze lingered on the creamy pale skin that was on display.  He immediately tugged at the robe attempting to pull it down over his knees, however trying to maneuver past the bulk of his stomach was difficult.  His attempts froze instantly as Verius moved, and Legolas' gaze shot back up to the sorcerer.

Verius was now within arms length, and Legolas lashed out with his booted foot, connecting with the sorcerers shin.  The man howled in pain and his expression darkened with rage.  He quickly closed the distance between himself and the Prince, pressing his body tightly against the Prince's which frustrated Legolas' attempts to kick him again.  He draped one leg over both of the elf's and allowed his hardened member, still constrained within his breeches to rub against Legolas' hip.

Legolas' writhed against the man trying to free himself, but realized quickly from the increasing hardness against him that this was exciting the sorcerer further.  He tried to lash out with his free hand, but the sorcerer quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled the arm down tightly between their two bodies.  Legolas' hand was forced against the man's clothed manhood and Verius pushed his hips forward pressing his length into the elf's hand.  Legolas was sickened and attempted to pull his hand free.

Losing patience with the Prince's attempts to thwart him, Verius exercised a quick use of his power restraining the elf and turning him onto his side so that he was now spooned against Legolas' back.

Legolas panicked as he felt the restraining magic once more, and he was swiftly turned onto his side.  Suddenly he was allowed movement again, and he immediately attempted to move forward away from the hard body pressed against him.  He felt a hand on his thigh and then the sorcerer was pulling his robe up over his head leaving it dangle from his wrist where the manacle stopped it from falling off, and the Prince's panic increased.  He yelled loudly, cursing Verius with ever expletive he could remember whilst trying to kick backwards against the sorcerer.

He heard the sound of rustling cloth, and then something hot, hard and throbbing was felt against his buttocks.  Legolas went wild.  Unthinking he struggled wildly, tugging on the chain and pushing forward against the barrier.  Using his free arm and legs, he attempted to cause harm to the sorcerer, whose hands were now fondling the rounded globes of his behind.  

The hands moved to spread the soft mounds apart and Legolas felt something hard pressed against his body's entrance.  He froze.

"You promised," he cried out quickly.  "You promised you would not hurt my child."

"I promised that I would cause no harm to your child so long as you cooperated with me little Prince, I have not seen much of that cooperation," Verius said, and punctuated this statement with a small thrust against the Prince's opening.

"Please," Legolas pleaded.  "I will cooperate, please.  Do not do this you will hurt my child.  Please."  The Prince whispered brokenly, his struggles ceasing.

Verius was silent for a moment, and then Legolas slumped in relief as the hard length was moved away from the puckered entrance to his body.  His relief was short lived though as the length only moved down a little instead pressing itself against the crease in his buttocks where it led down to his thighs.

Verius' hand rested on his hip and began to stroke the soft skin, but the elven Prince gained no pleasure from this action, instead forcing himself not to push that hand away.  The hand moved idly up his body, lightly stroking his ribcage, which caused an involuntary shiver to make its way through Legolas' body.  The hand continued up and finally pushed the length of his golden hair to one side, before it began its journey back down to the Prince's hip.  Lips were placed against the nape of his neck, and Legolas shuddered in disgust as a tongue licked at the skin just beneath his hairline.

Although the sorcerer's mouth was occupied his hands were not idle, and the stroking continued, first solely on the hip softened by pregnancy but then the hand ventured forward, stroking across the swollen mound of Legolas' stomach.  The Prince held himself perfectly still, trying to push away the nausea he felt at the violation he was enduring.  He shut his eyes, trying to close his sight to the reality of his situation.

Verius began to move against him, thrusting his turgid length between the crease of the Prince's backside, his pace increasing along with his excitement.  His mouth lapping at the crease where the elf's neck met his shoulder, and his hand gripping Legolas' hip tightly as he thrust against the body held captive before him.

Legolas let out a small whimper of distress, lost amongst the harsh panting breath of the sorcerer and the child within him began to kick violently against the wall of his stomach, as though it was angered by the violation of it's parent.  The elven Prince moaned softly, his hands going to his stomach in an attempt to soothe the babe within.  

He became aware of Verius' completion as hot liquid spurted against the backs of his thighs.  It became more difficult for Legolas to hold back the nausea as the hot sticky liquid dripped from his upper thigh onto the lower, and down onto the bed, and Verius placed small kisses along his shoulder.

"That was very good sweet Prince," Verius said, his voice laced with satisfaction.  He placed an arm across Legolas as he turned the Prince to face him.

Legolas refused to meet the sorcerer's gaze, but the man was not done with him yet.  Placing a finger beneath the Prince's cheek and tilting the head up Verius swooped in to place his lips against the elf's.  His mouth ground painfully against Legolas' and as a tight pinch on his buttocks caused Legolas to gasp in pain, Verius quickly pressed his tongue into the elf's mouth to explore every inch of that orifice.

Finally Verius released him, and rising from the bed he straightened his clothes.  "I leave you now to rest sweet one.  I shall return later to see how you are," the sorcerer said with a satisfied smile twisting his mouth.

Legolas shuddered and looked away, causing Verius to laugh as he left.  Legolas heard the door close and the lock turn, and he was finally alone.  He turned onto his side, his legs curling up under his stomach, the sorcerer's seed drying on his skin.  A sob escaped the young Prince, and he finally allowed the tears to fall.

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Along the tree line bordering Lord Marlen's manor a shadowy figure crouched, watching.  The hunting leathers worn in forest shades blended seamlessly into the surrounding woods, and the almost unnatural stillness of the crouched figure made it easy to overlook.  Eyes scanned the manor constantly, and senses were kept alert for any signs that he had been discovered, but all was quiet, and the shadowy figure had time to plan his next move.

~Part Twenty Four~

Legolas had finally exhausted his tears and now he lay quietly staring with unseeing eyes at the far wall, his mind trying to shy away from Verius' molestation.  Occasionally a shudder would work through him but he did not really feel it.

A sharp kick from his unborn child roused him, and absent-mindedly he allowed his free hand to rub soothingly against the spot the baby had targeted.  Another kick came sharper than the one before, and Legolas focused upon the distress he could feel emanating from the small life force within him.  Instinctively he sang softly, words pouring from him speaking of the love that had created this child, how it would be brought into the world to be loved and cared for by two races.  The song helped to calm the Elven Prince, and when the child seemed settled once more Legolas maneuvered himself into a sitting position.

The robe he had worn to breakfast still dangled from his arm, prevented from falling off by the manacle and chain on his wrist.  Looking at it distastefully Legolas that decided, vile or not he would much rather have some clothing to cover him.  With some effort he finally managed to get the robe back on and decided to turn his attention once again to the manacle.

As he noticed earlier the cuff itself was seamless and smooth with no hint of there ever having been a gap.  The link that secured the manacle to the chain also seemed to be too strong for him to exert any force over.  Assuming that the rest of the chain would be of a similar composition Legolas instead turned his attention to the wall that the chain was attached to.  He hoped that the wall could be weakened and that he could actually pull the chain free of the wall.  The chain was attached to the wall by a large link that seemed to be set into the wall itself.

Legolas got off the bed and, standing facing the wall, he gave an experimental tug on the chain watching the area surrounding the link carefully.  Nothing happened so Legolas tugged this time more sharply.  He felt a sharp twinge across his stomach and a sharp kick from the baby.  He dropped the chain and murmuring soft apologies he stroked his stomach, but he felt more hopeful looking at the few flakes that had come free from the wall surrounding the chain link.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed his mind racing as he tried to think of some way to pull at the chain with enough force to start loosening it, without hurting his child in the process.

Soft footsteps in the corridor outside his room alerted him to the fact that he would not alone for long. The door opened, a guard standing in the doorway, beside him was the halfling Frodo.  The hobbit stepped forward carrying a large jug and goblet and he jumped slightly as the door closed behind him.

Frodo rushed forward now that he was without his escort and placed the goblet and jug on a side table.  He then moved closer to the elf still seated on the bed.

"You are well?" he asked softly.

Legolas said nothing for a moment, and Frodo saw a shadow pass across the fair elven features, but Legolas finally responded.  "I am as well as I could be all things considered little one.  How do you and your friends fair?"

"We are well also.  I was sent here with water by Lord Verius, but I am glad that it gives me the opportunity to meet with you again."  The halfling paused for a moment before continuing.  "Have you been to Rivendell Master Elf?" he asked.

Legolas frowned.  "Nay, I have not.  I have rarely been beyond the borders of Mirkwood.   I would very much have loved to journey to the other elven realms but my father worried much for my safety.  Why do you ask little one?"

"It is just that my uncle Bilbo left us many years ago to go and stay with the elves, I had hoped for some news that he is still well."

The Elven Prince thought back to stories he had heard from Rivendell.  "I heard tell from one of our people of a halfling living amongst the elves, composing songs in the elven fashion and writing books.  I believe his name was Baggins."

A grin split across the little hobbit's face.  "But that is my uncle.  Bilbo Baggins.  It is good to hear that he is enjoying his time amongst your people."

Legolas smiled gently.  "Then I am glad that I could be of some service to you little one.  Come, please sit with me for a while."

Frodo moved closer to the bed and pulled himself up to sit alongside the Prince.  "You said that your father did not like you leaving Mirkwood Master Elf.  How did Verius come to capture you then?"  Frodo asked, his voice laced with anxiety not wanting to upset his new friend.

Legolas sighed.  "I no longer reside in Mirkwood little one.  I am married now and I live in Minas Tirith with my husband.  As you can see, we are shortly expecting our first child."

The hobbit frowned in puzzlement.  "But you are male are you not?"  At Legolas' nod of affirmation he continued.  "Then how is it that you can bear the child?"

"It is something of a long story little that begin many centuries ago with the Dark Lord Sauron's rise to power…"

Frodo sat engrossed at the Elven Prince told the story of how, because of magic, male elves were now as capable as she elves of bearing children, but that it was a gift so very rare that any who could were treasured amongst their people.

Some time had passed with the telling of Legolas' tale, and both were startled when the door flew open.  Legolas started but held himself stiff as he saw who stood there, but Frodo visibly cowered away from the dark sorcerer.

"What are you still doing here?" he barked at the halfling.

Frodo was so overcome with fear that he was unable to answer, instead Legolas leapt to his defense.  "I asked him to stay and speak with me," he said calmly.

Verius' gaze flew to the elf, his eyes narrowing dangerously.  Legolas swallowed hard and lowered his gaze in submission.

"Please, do not punish him for my transgressions.  I did not think it would cause harm," he stated softly.

Verius strode further into the room.  "Very well, be gone halfling before I change my mind.  Frodo nodded, his eyes watering as he sent a look of gratitude to the elf, then he ran from the room to the sound of Verius' laughter.  The sorcerer slammed the door behind him and looked over at the captive elf.

"You plead very prettily sweet one.  I wonder what else I could make you plead for," he said consideringly as he approached the bed.

Legolas stiffened but said nothing keeping his head low.  The bed dipped slightly as Verius sat beside him, and Legolas' breath quickened slightly in anxiety.  A hand rose and stroked his soft golden locks, and Legolas forcibly stopped himself from flinching.  He told himself that he could endure anything as long as it protected his child, but he was not completely successful in convincing himself of this.

The hand stroking his hair dropped to the sleeve of his robe and fingers rubbed the cloth softly.

"This is beautiful material, it complements you very well, but I think you do not have need of cloth to enhance your beauty," the sorcerer said and produced a knife from his own clothes.

He used the knife to begin cutting the robe from the elf's body, and Legolas bit his lip hard to stop himself from whimpering.  Finally the clothing lay in rags at his feet and he was naked once more.  Verius' hand on the bare flesh of his shoulder caused him to start, and exerting a small amount of force the sorcerer pushed the elf back into a reclining position.

Legolas lay back stiffly and closed his eyes to shut away the sight of the sorcerer leaning over him, and as the man's lips found his own he chanted loudly within his own mind that he could survive this.

Verius squeezed his jaw slightly and obediently Legolas opened his mouth to allow his captor access.  Hands began to roam across his body, caressing everything they encountered, and Legolas was not sure whether he was relived or sickened further as the sorcerer's mouth left his own and began to follow the path of his hands across the elf's body.

A hand on his shoulder pulled the Prince onto his side to face the sorcerer, but Legolas kept his eyes firmly shut, still chanting to himself.  There was a rustle of clothing and then Verius' hand grasped his own pulling forward to lay it upon hard flesh.  The sorcerer shuddered as the fair skin of the elf's hand touched his hardened member, and Legolas forced back the bile that tried to free itself from his body.

Verius kept his hand above Legolas' and forced the elf's hand to stroke his manhood.  Legolas refused to open his eyes and look upon the sick pleasure he knew he would see on the sorcerer's face, yet he could not block out the sensation of the skin that pulsed and throbbed beneath his fingers.  Unable to restrain himself Legolas' grip tightened around the man's flesh.

Verius cursed as the fingers around his throbbing length tightened, and he removed the elf's hand from his flesh.  He softly caressed the skin of the Prince's cheek, and saw the elf bite his lip, a distressed look crossing his features.  Verius smiled, but it was not pleasant, and he allowed the elf to keep his eyes clothes as he shuffled further up the bed.

"Open your eyes sweet one," Verius commanded.  Legolas' eyes scrunched further as if to seal them away.  "I will not ask again little Prince, I bid you instead to think of your child."

The effect was instantaneous and the elf's eyes shot open.  The first thing they saw was the dark, swollen proof of Verius' desire near his face.  He blanched and his gaze shot up to meet the sorcerer's.

Verius smiled again.  "Open you mouth," he commanded softly.

Any color that had remained in the Prince's face now drained away as he understood what he was being commanded to do.  "Please, no," he whispered with anguished eyes.

Verius' gaze did not waver.  "Open your mouth," he said again, and with a grin added, "And keep your eyes open."

Legolas swallowed past the lump in his throat, and slowly opened his mouth.  Before he had opened his mouth half way the sorcerer had pushed forward, and now the head of his member pressed against his lips.  The Elven Prince was assaulted with the musky smell of the man's arousal and a bitter taste exploded on his tongue.  The elven senses that had allowed him to enjoy this experience with his husband now worked against him as they sensed the darkness of the sorcerers soul, adding to Legolas' sense of violation.

The Prince's heart nearly burst with relief as a loud knock at the door caused the sorcerer to move away.  Breathing heavily he watched as Verius tried to dress himself around his hardened length and strode to the door.  He wrenched it open with a snarl that caused the guard on the other side to step back in alarm.

"What is it?" the sorcerer bit out, angry at having being disturbed.

"My… My Lord," the guard stammered.

"Yes, yes, what is it?" Verius said impatiently.

Taking a deep breath the guard tried again. "My Lord, you asked that you be informed when one of your… the women started her labor pains."

Verius demeanor changed instantly, a sense of satisfaction replacing the cold anger.  "Very well, take me to her now," he said, and forgetting the presence of the naked elf he closed the door and strode off after the guard.

As soon as the door shut Legolas moved as quickly to the bedside as he was able, and there disgorged the meager contents of his stomach.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thranduil sat on the strong back of the great eagle that carried he and Trasyn.  His gaze swept across the darkening sky taking in the majestic sight of many others eagles, all bearing burdens.  He let his gaze drop to the forest below and he noted a wide road that cut through the trees.  The still strong whispering of the trees had led them this far to the place where his son had sent out his warning.

A loud screech sounded as Gwaihir king of the eagles sent out a command to his comrades and slowly four of the great birds including his own began to circle down in order to land.  Taking turns to sweep low enough to the ground for their burdens to drop without harm the birds again took to the sky to hover, awaiting the findings of the small landing party.

Thranduil felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight of the disturbed forest floor.  The smell of decaying bodies strong in the air.  Small carrion eaters had been disturbed by the party of men and elves and the small band now set to the gruesome task of checking the bodies.  With every new body that they stumbled across Thranduil feared what he might find.

"Over here," someone shouted, and Thranduil saw that it was the young King of Gondor, his son-in-law.  They all swiftly made their way over to his side.

The young man crouched pointing at something.  Mithrandir made a comment about old eyes before illumination flooded the immediate area from a small crystal wedged into the top of the wizard's staff.  Aragorn again pointed to what he had spotted.

"Someone was injured here, but they survived the initial assault."  He held up a two broken off arrow shafts.  "But there are also horse prints.  Unshod horse tracks, which could only have come from a wild, or elven trained horse.  Celdarion," he said simply to the expectant faces gathered around.  "Legolas left Alagos in Minas Tirith, and Celdarion was riding his own horse.  He was the only elf to accompany this party."

"But where is he now," Lord Celeborn asked.  "You point out that he was likely injured yet his body is not here, neither is that of the Prince or Lady Garrett."

"No, I can only assume that the horse approached whoever lay injured here and managed to mount the horse.  Elven bodies weigh so very little that it would be hard to tell from the tracks if the horse was carrying anything as it left the area.  But the only way to tell for sure is to follow the tracks."

"Very well, we shall follow these tracks and have the eagles and the rest of the warband stay aloft and follow us.  We may make slower progress this way but it may the only clue we have as to where Legolas and Lady Garrett are now.  Elrond, I fear we may need your skills very soon."  The Lord of the Golden Wood stated concern, and the smallest amount of fear lacing his voice.

"We should move as quickly as we can.  I fear I sense the dark magic used by the sorcerer Verius."  Galadriel's statement caused unease to ripple through the party.

"Then let us not waste any time," Aragorn said grimly, and loped off ahead following the tracks on the ground closely.

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The small party walked for two miles before Thranduil's sharp eyes spotted something in the distance.  He raced forward, his hunting bow thrust before him, already armed with an arrow. As he got closer he saw a horse at the side of the road that appeared to be standing over something.  With a cry of horror the Elven king recognized Celdarion's horse and he rushed forward ignoring the cries of those behind him.

The horse moved restlessly as he approached, but seemed to recognize him because it took a step back to allow the elf access to the body laying on the ground.  Thranduil dropped to his knees his hand hovering over the body lying face down on the ground, afraid to touch it for fear of what he might find.  Steeling himself he laid gently hands on the body and turned him over.

Tears formed in his eyes as he looked upon the bloodied body of Celdarion.  The elf's eyes were still open, but glazed and there seemed to be no movement from him at all and Thranduil feared that they had arrived too late.  Laying a hand gently over Celdarion's chest, the elven king bowed his head in grief.  He was therefore startled as a low moan issued from that body, so quiet that had the king not been an elf he would have missed it.  Renewed hope surged through the king and he turned calling for Elrond to hurry.

The dark haired elf wasted no time in approaching and sank down to the floor quickly examining the injured elf.  He raised serious eyes up to meet Thranduil's gaze.

"It is very grave.  I fear he may not survive even with my healing skills," the Noldor elf admitted.

"Then you will not do this alone," Galadriel's voice said softly, and the Lady of the Golden Woods, still regal in her hunting leathers approached and sank down next to Elrond.  The dark haired Lord nodded and placed his hands against Celdarion's chest.

Thranduil felt hands against his shoulder and at first he resisted but Celeborn would not be denied, and the Lord of the Galdhrim pulled the Mirkwood elf back.  "Let them work old friend," he said softly, and Thranduil nodded.

The small party watched in anxious silence as the two elves worked to save Celdarion's life, a silence punctuated only by the soft snorts of the elf's horse.  Finally after what seemed like hours two very tired elves sat back to look at what their handiwork had wrought.

Celdarion lay still, although his breathing seemed a little more visible now.  Thranduil hesitantly approached.

"Celdarion," he called softly.

He was rewarded with a slight fluttering of the eyes, and the company watched with baited breath as the glazed eyes attempted to focus.  Celdarion blinked several times in an attempt to clear his vision, and when finally he could see again he looked around at the faces hovering around him.  Locking on to the most familiar, the injured elf attempted a smile for his king.

"Celdarion, it is good to see you," Thranduil said gently, his hand reaching out to clasp the bodyguards.

"Majesty," Celdarion rasped out, his throat dry and hoarse from lack of water and use.

A flask was thrust into the Elven King's hand and he gently raised Celdarion's head allowing a small trickle of miruvor to enter his mouth.  The injured elf sighed in relief.

"Celdarion, where are Legolas and Amelia?" a voice asked urgently, and Celdarion turned his head to see the young King of Gondor.

A grimace twisted his face.  "Taken.  We were ambushed upon the road, it was the sorcerer, and Lord Marlen.  They took the Prince and Lady and left me for dead."

"You are sure it was they?" Boromir spoke for the first time, anguish lacing his voice.

Celdarion nodded.  "I heard them approach but I was unable to defend the Prince.  They spoke of taking them back to Lord Marlen's estate."  The elf paused in his narration and turned back to his King.  "Majesty, please forgive me.  I was not strong enough to give chase immediately.  I was too weak to get further than I did, but I had hoped to reach the estate and send a warning, with my last breath if need be."  His look of despair affected them all, but Thranduil smiled gently.

"I do not think that my son would appreciate your death old friend.  Instead you shall recover and grow strong, so that you may lend your protection to his children, for I am sure that any child of my child will be more than a handful."

A small smile was his response, but this had all been too much for the wounded elf, and his eyes glazed over.

"Is he dead?"  Aragorn asked in a small voice.

"No, my son.  He is simply resting.  Mithrandir, I recommend that Celdarion be sent back to the city.  He is too weak to assist us in our venture, and I fear that should he remain with us he will not be afforded an opportunity to recover."

Mithrandir nodded.  "I will have one of Gwaihir's people fly him back, but what of his horse?"

"He cannot fly back alone, Trasyn, I want you to accompany him.  I trust you to stop him when he tries to return here," Thranduil said and the young elf nodded.  Thranduil then turned his attention to the horse still watching them.  "Friend, we are sending Celdarion back to the city of men.  Can you make your way back there to greet him?"  The horse snorted and his head dipped into a nod.  "Good, now tell me someone, in which direction does Marlen's estate lie?"

~Part Twenty Five~

Legolas was unaware of how much time had passed since Verius had left him here but he had long since crawled beneath the bedcovers to cover his nudity.  He had allowed himself to fall into the dreamscape, a place of refuge to protect his sanity, and it was here that he felt the strongest connection to his unborn child.

The new life growing within him was already instinctively accessing the dreamscape, although at present was only able to tap into it's parents dreams.  Legolas felt the muted presence but he nevertheless showered his feelings of love and affection upon the child telling it of all the wonderful things to come when they were reunited with Aragorn.

Speaking to the child in this way was a comfort to Legolas and as his glazed eyes stared sightlessly before him his hands continued to move in a slow massage across his stomach, the baby nudging his hand every now and then in approval.  So absorbed was he in the dreamscape that the sudden slamming of the door caused his heart to miss a beat in shock.

His gaze cleared instantly and focused upon the figure standing next to his bed. He instinctively shrank back in fear as the sorcerer loomed over him.  Verius reached out and took hold of Legolas' manacled wrist.  A tingle was the only clue the elf received that magic was being used, for the manacle suddenly parted and was pulled from his wrist.

Turning the sorcerer looked down at the hobbit that until now Legolas had failed to notice.

"You have one candle mark to prepare him," he snarled before striding from the room.

The Elven Prince looked down at the halfling in bafflement.  "Frodo, what is happening?" he asked.

The hobbit stood nervously shifting his weight from one to another, a bundle of clothing clutched against his chest. Taking a deep breath Frodo lifted wide blue eyes to meet those of the elf.

"Lord Verius has spent all day with Josyn after she began her labor pains.  But I fear he is not happy.  I heard tell that the child was stillborn, and Lord Marlen has been demanding that the bonding ceremony between himself and Lady Garrett be performed tonight.  That is why I was sent here.  You are to be there to witness the event.  My cousins and Sam have been sent to the Lady's room to prepare her."

Frodo continued to bite his lip and looked as though he wished to say something further.

"What is it Frodo, is there something else?"  Legolas asked prompting the halfling.

Frodo nodded jerkily.  "There is someone outside the manor.  We came upon him by chance as we ran our errands.  He says he is here to rescue you."

Legolas gasped, a wave of hope rising within him.  Aragorn! He ruthlessly quashed it back down again, not wanting to be disappointed.  "How did he look?" he asked instead.

"He as tall as you perhaps.  His hair was a honey color and his eyes brown, he dressed in a hunter's clothes."

Legolas realized that this was someone with whom he was unfamiliar.  "Do you think he was to be trusted Frodo?" the Prince asked.

Frodo considered this for a moment before nodding.  "I think so yes.  He seemed to fear being caught.  But his plan seemed well thought out," the hobbit added.

"What about Amelia, I will not leave her behind." Legolas asserted quickly.

"It is all to be taken care of Master Elf.  I am to get you from this room, we can then join with the others who are bringing the lady.  Lord Verius has given us a candle mark to prepare you both.  We can use that time to get you free."

"You speak as though you are not joining us little one.  I will not leave you here," the Elven Prince decreed.

Frodo smiled shyly.  "We will make our escape with you.  Besides you will need assistance to escape from these lands."

Legolas nodded.  "Very well, then let us move as quickly as possible that we might get a long lead on the dark one."

Frodo simply thrust the clothing at the Prince and turned to allow him his dignity as he thrust the robe over his head.  A tap on his shoulder told him the Prince was ready.

"What of the guard outside?"  Legolas asked.

Frodo bit his lip.  "If I can get him in here, will you be able to disable him.  I know the elves are fearsome warriors, but you are not in a state that allows easy movement."

A sparkle lit the blue elven eyes and Legolas grasped Frodo's shoulder in encouragement.  "Worry not little one, just get him in here."

Frodo ran swiftly to the door and opened it.  "Guard," he called out.  A large man suddenly appeared in the doorway startling the young hobbit into jumping back a step.

"What is it?" the man enquired bluntly.

"Please," Legolas' voice called out from the bed.  "I am unable to support myself.  Can you assist me in rising and making my way to Lord Verius?" he asked and turned guileless blue eyes upon the man.

The guard hesitated but a moment before striding past the hobbit to the elf's side.  Leaning low he placed his arms under the Prince's shoulders in preparation for helping Legolas to stand, and Legolas allowed his hands to rest upon the man's shoulders.

As the man tensed to lift Legolas let one hand rise from the shoulder it rested upon, and in a motion almost too fast to see he directed the side of his hand to the guards neck.  Legolas was dropped back onto the bed as the man fell to the floor unable to breathe through his crushed windpipe.

"Hurry," Frodo said urgently as he rushed forward to assist Legolas from the bed.

Quickly the pair made their way to the door with Frodo peeking around to see if the corridor was clear.  With a quick nod to his companion the duo quickly exited the room that had been the Prince's prison.  Legolas followed Frodo as swiftly as he was able, but his usual graceful gait now resembled a waddling.

They reached a junction in the corridor, and again Frodo moved forward quickly poking his head forward to see that their path was clear.  He lifted a hand and Legolas moved forward again.  Continuing onward they warily made their way through the corridors, hoping against all hope that they would remain undetected long enough to make their escape.

They reach a junction, where two corridors and a stairwell met and Frodo paused looking back at the elf following him.  "We must wait here.  This is where the others will join us."

Legolas nodded, and took advantage of the rest to listen intently for any other sounds.  His sensitive ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps.  At least four people he thought to himself, listening to the patterns different footsteps made.  The sound became louder until Frodo also heard the approaching group.  He turned his head to the stairwell and watched as small figures appeared.

Frodo grinned at his cousins as they exited the stairwell first, followed closely by Sam.  They were not alone though, and Amelia suddenly appeared in a long ivory gown her arm held firmly in the grasp of the guard escorting her.  Her anxious eyes met Legolas' and she appeared to relax a little in his presence.

The elf straightened in tense anticipation as the guard's eyes swept over him.  "Where is your guard?" he asked suddenly looking around.

Legolas froze, what could he say now?

"I am here," a voice said suddenly, and Legolas started.  He had not heard anyone else approaching them, but suddenly another guard had appeared from the adjacent corridor.

The Prince felt hope diminish at this new guard's arrival, but was unprepared for what happened next.  This new guard marched up to his comrade, and clapped one hand on the other man's shoulder in greeting.  Amelia's warder relaxed a little and was therefore too late to stop the knife that swept up and buried itself in his chest.

Amelia let out a small scream of shock and Legolas narrowed his eyes in disbelief.  The new guard pulled the knife free from his comrade before letting the body fall to the ground.  Still holding the knife, now dripping blood before him he turned to face the Elven Prince.  Legolas looked at the face of this stranger and gasped in astonishment.

"Lord Fenner!" he exclaimed in shock.

The lord laughed softly.  "Surprise," he said, enjoying the confused astonishment on both the Prince and Lady Garrett's faces.  "I would love to take further advantage of your shock Your Highness, but I am afraid that we do need to be rather hasty if we wish to leave this place."

Legolas nodded dumbly and allowed Lord Fenner to stride forward down the adjacent corridor.  A tug on his hand caused him to look down at Frodo's questioning face.

"Highness?" the hobbit asked.

Legolas felt a small smile form.  "I will explain once we are free of this place little one," he promised.

Fenner reached the doorway at the end of the corridor, and he gently eased it open before peering around.  Satisfied that it was safe to proceed, he gestured for the small party to follow him, and they did so without hesitation for such was the power of Fenner's surprise.

Beyond them lay another corridor, and before they all entered Lord Fenner turned to face them.  "At the end of this corridor lies a service entrance.  We will use this to get out of the manor, heading immediately for the tree line, understood? Good, now Your Highness will you be able to manage?"

Legolas nodded.  "I will make it," he said with fierce determination.

Fenner acknowledged this statement by ushering them all into the corridor beyond.  This corridor was wider, with fewer doors leading from it and as before the man moved quietly to the door at the end and eased it open.  As the door opened Legolas felt the first caress of a slight breeze as it blew down the corridor, and he could almost taste his freedom.

The door was opened wider and Fenner waved his hand at them.  Pushing Amelia and the hobbits before him Legolas moved towards the door.  They had almost reached it when Legolas suddenly found himself unable to move.  His eyes darted around frantically and he noticed the sudden halt of the rest of the party.

"Going somewhere?" Verius voice queried from behind.

Legolas' heart sank.  They had been so very close to freeing themselves.  Casually Verius strode toward to his captives.  He reached Legolas first, his hand trailing over the Prince's back and shoulder before the sorcerer moved around to face him.

"Sweet Prince, you really should not be running around in your condition, but since you appear to have so much excess energy I am sure we can put it to good use later on," Verius said with a nasty smile.

Legolas flinched visibly causing Verius to laugh, his fingers trailing down the elf's motionless body.  Turning suddenly the sorcerer ignored Amelia and the hobbits and instead walked up to the man dressed as a guard who been leading them out.  For a moment surprise registered on his face as he identified the man before him, but a smile soon spread across his face.

"Lord Fenner, so kind of you to join us.  I had thought you long gone to Lord Randor's little get together."  Fenner said nothing instead gazing resolutely ahead.  "Never mind, since you are here now, perhaps you could provide us with some more entertainment," the dark lord said, and his meaning was clear.

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Verius marched back down the corridor and the captives found themselves floating in his wake, still unable to free themselves from the sorcerer's hold.  They were all taken back to the audience room in which Lord Fenner had first played for them.  Marlen was already seated on his dais looking impatient.

"Verius what is going on, we are supposed to be performing the bonding ceremony tonight," he said as the sorcerer walked into the room.  Whatever else he had been about to say disappeared as he took in the sight of Verius' captives.

"Forgive me Lord Marlen, I had to deal with a sudden emergency."  The sorcerer looked around in satisfaction.  All of his imprisoned women were here seated around the room, including a sickly looking Josyn.

Striding forward to take his seat next to Marlen, Verius then directed his attention towards the prisoners.

"My little halflings," he said addressing the frightened hobbits with a disappointed shake of his head.  "I am betrayed.  Have we not spent a long and fruitful time together, coming to understand each other's needs?  Well I understand your needs very well little ones, and in addition to five lashes each you will be rationed in your daily meals."  Little Pippin gave a horrified squeak, which was quickly silenced by a look from the sorcerer.  "Now come little ones, take your place at my feet."

The hobbits found themselves released from the magical hold and they all quickly hurried forward with bowed heads to sit at the sorcerer's feet.

"Lady Garrett, tonight is such a very special night for you.  Your marriage to Lord Marlen will be the beginning of a long and lasting alliance between our houses, indeed your first offspring will be allied with the first of the children that Prince Legolas and I will produce.  Just imagine, your child a member of the royal family of Mirkwood, and eventually of all Middle Earth."

Amelia's face whitened further but her lips remained pursed and her gaze steady as she ignored the sorcerer.  Instead of releasing his hold on her as he had with the hobbits, he simply moved her to Lord Marlen's side to sit on a small side chair beside his own.  A small sag in her shoulders was the only indication that once seated Verius had now released his magical grip on her, and she willed herself not to flinch as Lord Marlen took her hand in his own, raising it to his mouth to place a kiss upon the knuckle before settling the hand, still within his own upon his lap with a satisfied smile.

"And you, my sweet little Prince, I must admit to a great deal of disappointment.  I had thought we had come to an agreement but I see you have changed your mind, very well that simply makes things easier for me.  Now come and take you place," he said and throwing his hand out he used his magic to draw Legolas towards him.

The elven Prince strained against the magic but could do nothing to help himself as he drew ever closer towards his bane.  Verius stood just as Legolas reached him, and Legolas felt the magic release him, however before he could move Verius stepped forward wrapping his arms tightly around the Prince before sitting down again, pulling the elf down onto his lap.

Legolas squirmed against the discomfort of his seating position but froze when he felt a stirring of the man's flesh beneath him he decided he could live with discomfort for a while, but still he held himself stiff with as little of his body touching the sorcerer as possible.  Verius did not seem to agree with the seating arrangement as he spread his legs allowing the Prince to settle there and pulling him back to that the Prince's back was sprawled against his chest.  His fingers worked their way into the top fastenings of Legolas' robe and he felt the elf stiffen against him as his fingers rubbed along the smooth muscled chest, his cheek nuzzling the Prince.

Feeling more satisfied Verius turned his attention back to the final prisoner.  He noticed Marlen's confusion and realized that the Lord had not yet recognized the captive.  "Lord Marlen, you remember Lord Fenner," he said.

Marlen gasped loudly as his brain slowly made the connection between the dandyish lord and the man dressed as a guard before him.  A slow cruel smile broke out over his face.  "Lord Fenner, a pleasure to enjoy your company again."  Marlen motioned for two of his guard to come forward and take their place on either side of the captive man.  "I think perhaps we have time for a little entertainment before the ceremony takes place," he said turning to Verius who smiled back conspiratorially.

The two guards each took hold of one of Fenner's arms, and as Verius released his magical grip on the young Lord they dragged him to the centre of the chamber.

"Strip that uniform from him," Marlen demanded.  "He is not worthy of wearing my livery."

The guards as ordered began to strip the armor from the young Lord until he stood only in his undergarments, yet he was not bowed, and stood proudly his gaze never wavering from Lord Marlen.

"Take off your belt," Marlen demanded of one guard standing at the side who obeyed unquestioningly.  "Lash him, twenty strokes."

The guard moved up to take a position behind Lord Fenner, and the two guards restraining him tightened their hold.  Legolas flinched as the leather flew through the air before landing with a loud thwack against Fenner's bare skin.  The man winced but issued no sound.  Legolas met his gaze letting his sorrow show in his eyes.  Fenner allowed a small reassuring smile to form as he gazed back at the elven Prince that was quickly wiped from his face as another stroke landed, and he visibly bit his lower lip to stop from crying out.

The strokes continued, the room silent aside from the sound of the leather hitting Fenner's skin.  Amelia sat her hand still grasped within the sweaty clutch of Lord Marlen.  Tears streamed down her face as she was forced to watch Lord Fenner being tortured for his attempt to free them.

"Please stop," she said softly, turning appealingly to Marlen.

"He must be punished my love," Marlen said gently, as though speaking to a small child.  "If he were allowed to get away with his actions, then I would be thought of as soft, unable to protect my own, and understand sweeting, you are mine."

Amelia bit her lip before continuing.  "Please, if you stop this now and let him go I will go to this marriage as a willing participant, please."

Marlen laughed softly.  "I do not think you understand sweeting, whether you are willing or no this marriage will still take place.  In fact I think I would prefer for you to struggle it will make things more… exciting."  The lusting expression in Marlen's eyes, and the feeling of his fingers stroking her hand caused Amelia to flinch back and cry out in horror.

Legolas turned, his attention drawn to the struggle between Amelia and Marlen, he cried out in anger as Marlen suddenly struck the young lady sharply about the head.  He attempted to rise and move to her side but was reminded of his own position as Verius' hands tightened about his waist almost painfully.  "I would look to your own problem little Prince before rushing to assist your friend, your own future is not looking too bright at the moment, you have severely displeased me."

"My Lord," the guards voice called out, returning everyone's attention to the centre of the room.  "We have given the prisoner twenty lashes."

Legolas looked at Fenner who sagged between the two guards.  It appeared that their hands upon him were the only things holding him up.  Blood trickled from his mouth where he had bitten his lip to stop from crying out but before his eyes Fenner straightened himself, painfully wincing at every move until he was once again upright under his own power, his gaze unflinchingly meeting that of his tormentors.

Marlen looked on in displeasure, a twisted smile gracing his features.  "Break his hands," he demanded.

The guard who had lashed him now walked to the front.  He took one of Lord Fenner's hands and firmly gripping the smallest finger he broke the bones within.  The snap of the bone was audible throughout the room, and Fenner arched against his captors in pain.  The guards tightened their hold, and Fenner had no time to recover before the guard had moved onto the next finger, and the finger after that snapping each in turn, and then moving onto the uninjured hand he repeated the process.

After he had finished the guard stood back allowing his Lord to view his work.  Fenner hung limply in the grasp of the two guards, his breath rasping as the pain that he felt swamped his senses.  His hands were already visibly swelling.

Marlen smiled in satisfaction.  "Get him a stool," he demanded, "And a mandolin."  His orders were swiftly obeyed and the guards forced the man onto the stool.  "Now Lord Fenner, I want you to play for us."

Fenner looked up at Marlen in disbelief, before a bitter laugh worked its way free of his throat.  "You are a crazy fool Marlen," he said calmly, his voice wavering with the effort to conceal the pain he was feeling.

Instead of anger Marlen's reaction confused the spectators for he simply laughed.  He looked over at Verius who in turn nodded in subtle acknowledgment.  The sorcerer turned to the guard who had performed Fenner's punishment.

"You have served your lord well, you may take the woman Josyn as your prize, I have no more use for her."

A scream from Josyn and sobs erupted as the guard strode forward with a pleased smile dragging her to her feet.

"Wait," Fenner called out abruptly.  "I will play."

Smiling in satisfaction Marlen turned back to his guard.  "I am afraid you may have to wait for another prize Daslo," he said ignoring the sudden scowl as the guard allowed the woman to free herself from his grasp before huddling back against the wall still sobbing.

Lord Fenner was handed the mandolin and he paused taking a deep breath before allowing his broken fingers to grip the instrument.  His face tightened in pain as his fingers strummed across the instrument attempting to check the tuning.  His swollen fingers had difficulty in turning the tuning pegs and the man was unable to restrain a small whimper of pain.  Finally satisfied that the instrument was ready, he hit a note with the mandolin, and his voice, roughened from his attempts to sing past the pain joined in a haunting harmony with the instrument that captivated everyone in the room.

This was so unlike Fenner's usual performance.  The off key singing and sickening lyrics that usually graced his performance were gone, and Legolas realized they were seeing the real musician.  The Fenner was a very clever man and had used the persona of the foolish lord to lull everyone into assuming that he was no threat, but worse that he was an object of ridicule for his lack of talent.  The elf Prince wondered how many people had ever seen the real Lord Fenner.

The song itself was haunting in it's tale of loss and sorrow, heartbreak that brought tears to most eyes in the room, and as they fell under the spell of the song, and did not notice that very few notes were actually played on the mandolin itself.

When the song ended the room remained hushed until Marlen cleared his throat loudly breaking the spell.  He cast a wary gaze on the now silent man before him.  "So Fenner, it appears you do have some talent after all," he said softly, almost regretfully.

"A pity because that will not save you now.  You should not have returned here," Verius drawled.  "Daslo, take Josyn, she is yours."  The sorcerer ignored the angry cries around him, smiling maliciously.  "Take our friend here to the dungeon.  I want him kept alive but it matters little if he can walk before me or is dragged."

The guards again moved forward and dragged Fenner from the stool throwing the mandolin carelessly aside.  The captive lord winced as the instrument hit the floor, the wood splintering beyond repair, but was quickly dragged from the room.

"Now that we've enjoyed that bit of fun let us move on shall we," Verius said, his hands moving to Legolas' waist.  He stood lifting the startled elf with him, and keeping Legolas locked within the circle of his arms he turned towards his comrade.  "Lord Marlen, I assume that you would like the ceremony to take place here?"  Marlen nodded and stood pulling Amelia to her feet.  "Very well, if you would like to stand here before me and we shall make a start."

Verius released Legolas and gently pushed him back down into the chair before turning to a guard.  "See that he does not move," he ordered before turning back to Lord Marlen and Lady Garrett.

Legolas could only watch in helpless fury as Marlen pulled a now struggling Amelia to his side before the sorcerer.

"Where is your priest?" Verius asked.

Marlen scowled.  "Unfortunately he is unavailable at present, my men were sent out to fetch him but they have not yet returned.  Let us just get on with the bonding.  Once she is mine I can worry about the official documents later."

"Very well, you understand though that the binding does not complete itself until you have consummated your union?" the sorcerer queried, and Marlen nodded in response.

Legolas was thrown back in time to the attempt to bind him to Lord Gafen, and his anxious gaze met Lady Garrett's horrified one.

Amelia looked around for some avenue of escape but Marlen's grip on her wrist was so tight that in order to released herself she would have to cut off her own hand.  Legolas sat in the chair Verius had placed him, both hands resting on his stomach, looking at her with sorrow filled eyes, and she remembered that he had been in this position before.

Tears filled her eyes and she turned her attention back to the sorcerer who was now looming over her.  He chanted something in an unintelligible language and a sudden tingling in the air around her told her that magic was being used.  The tingling disappeared and the chanting had stopped and her wary gaze turned to meet the satisfied leer of Lord Marlen.  Panic clutched at her heart and a sob escaped her.  Marlen's hand lifted and stroked her cheek wiping away the tears.  He smiled, but it did not reassure her.

"Worry not my little dove.  Tonight shall be as our wedding night, and you shall come to me as if you were a virgin bride once more."  Marlen turned from her and motioned for two guards to step forward.  "Take Lady Garrett to my chambers, have two of the serving women prepare her.  Do not worry Amelia dear, I shall be with you shortly."

Amelia screamed as the guards took hold of her and began dragging her to the doorway.  "Legolas!" she called out.

The elf Prince rose swiftly from his seat and attempted to move to Amelia's aid, but was halted by Verius' magical grip.  "As I said before little Prince, worry not about your friend, but look to your own situation.  My agreement with Lord Marlen is carried out in full, I can now devote all my attention to you."

Verius took Legolas wrist in his own iron grip and pulling the elf along behind him as he strode from the room.  The Prince looked around in desperation but all he saw were the relieved faces of the women as Verius directed his lusts towards someone else, and the sad expressions of the little hobbits.

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Verius walked in quick, long strides and Legolas struggled to keep up with the man, his pregnancy affecting his usual agility and grace, but still it was not long before they arrived back at the room in which Legolas had been held captive.  Verius opened the door with such force that it slammed against the wall, then he pushed the captive elf forward.  The force of the push was such that Legolas stumbled and fell to the floor, a low moan escaping him as a violent twinge ripped across his stomach.

"Get up," Verius said calmly, but his glittering eyes betrayed his fury at the perceived betrayal of the elf.

Legolas placed both hands on the floor, and kneeling attempted to grab hold of the nearest object, which was the bed, to haul himself up.  The sorcerer decided that he wasn't moving fast enough and strode forward grabbing the Prince's long hair in a tight grip and pulling upwards.  Wincing, but refusing to sound out his pain Legolas moved quickly to rise again to his feet, only to be pushed backwards by the sorcerer.  He landed on the bed and bounced a little before raising himself on his elbows and trying to crawl backwards away from the sorcerer.

Verius grabbed hold of one ankle and hauled Legolas back towards him.  Legolas kicked out with his free leg, landing a hard blow to the sorcerer's stomach.  Verius gasped for air as the elf's kick left him breathless, and Legolas used the opportunity to move further back along the bed before crawling off the other end.  Whilst the sorcerer was disabled he attempted to make his way to the door as quickly as possible, almost reaching it before Verius caught up with him.

A backhand caught the Prince unawares and his ears rang with the force of the blow.  Had he been anything other than an elf, the blow would likely have knocked him into the wall or even into unconsciousness.  Legolas straightened and turned back to Verius before lashing out with his fist, catching the man on the chin.  His own quick reflexes allowed him to jump backwards as the sorcerer reached for him again.

"You make things very difficult for yourself," Verius said snarling.  "But then I like to play rough so continue your struggle.  In the end you and I both know there is no escape for you.  You will eventually learn your place, and I shall very much enjoy teaching you."

Legolas growled and jumped back again as the sorcerer advanced on him.  The Elven Prince had to admit a small part of him was confused as to why Verius had not simply used his magic to contain him, but as he saw the growing excitement of the man he understood that Verius really was enjoying this 'lesson'.

Another spasm rippled across his stomach causing him to cry out in pain and drop to his knees, and allowed the sorcerer to catch up with him.  Verius wrenched the Prince up and pushed him back onto the bed following quickly.  Legolas had no time to move back or even defend himself as the sorcerer fell upon him, tearing at his robe, writhing and attempting to lash out with any free limb, infuriating the sorcerer further.

Finally losing patience the sorcerer freed one hand holding it outstretched, and using his magic called the manacle to him.  He quickly forced the manacle around the elf's left wrist sealing it magically.  Legolas cried out in fury as he felt the mithril wrought restraint once again chaining him to the wall and his struggles intensified.

Another backhand rocked his head to the side and caused the young elf to see stars, his struggles ceasing momentarily.  Verius took advantage and tore the remainder of the Prince's clothing from his body.

The feel of Verius' hands upon his bare skin allowed Legolas to clear his head and once again he sought to free himself from the sorcerer.  "Free me," he growled, his blue eyes aflame with fury.

"Never!" Verius responded a smile twisting his lips.  "You are very beautiful when you are angry," he stated his gaze drifting over the elf's naked body.

"I am also lethal," Legolas responded with an angry hiss.

The sorcerer laughed his hand reaching out to stroke the golden hair spread out beneath the Prince's head.  "I doubt that I have much cause for concern in your present condition."  Verius free hand drifted down to press softly against Legolas' swollen stomach.  His expression changed to one of startlement as the muscles suddenly rippled beneath his finger, and Legolas bit off a moan as pain once again assaulted him.

Verius ignored the elf's pain instead focusing on his body as it was displayed to him.  He made quick work of shedding his own clothing and released a groan of satisfaction as his bare skin made contact with the Prince's.

Legolas tried to flinch away from the contact but Verius wrapped his arms around the Prince and pulled him closer, rubbing his hardening member against the elf's belly.  Legolas fought down the bile that rose and the disgust that the feel of the sorcerer against him engendered.

Verius' hand slithered down to cup the Prince's flaccid genitals fondling them, annoyed when no response was garnered.  "In time you will learn to appreciate my attentions, you will welcome them, and beg me to allow you the pleasure you will seek in my arms, and I will fill your belly with my child, watching you grow big, quenching my desires deep within you," Verius murmured.

Legolas laughed triumphantly.  "In that you will fail, for in taking me from my husband you have assured my death," he said his glittering in response to the confusion on the sorcerer's face.

"You lie," Verius said.  "I have not yet forced you, and when I take you I will make you feel pleasure, you shall not fade as do any of your kind when ravished."

Legolas laughed again, increasing the unwelcome confusion the sorcerer felt.  "Whether you were to ravish me or not I will die.  You know so little of the elven ways dark one, when this child decides to be born into the world I must be within the bower that was formed upon it's conception.  If I am anywhere else I will not survive the birthing process.  You shall not fill my body with the product of your foul seed," he spat out venomously.

For a moment Legolas thought that the sorcerer would explode, his face becoming so red, and his eyes almost popping free of their sockets.  Then he seemed to come back to himself and with a smile that did not bode well for the young Prince he leaned forward. "If that is the case little Prince, then I do not need to worry about seeking your pleasure as I ravish you."

Too late Legolas realized his mistake in allowing his anger to rule his actions, and oh how he suffered for it now as the sorcerer bit and licked at the skin on his chest, paying special to his collarbones.  A tear formed and before the elf could blink it away, it escaped trailing a lonely path down his pale cheek.  Another spasm ripped across his belly causing him to attempt to curl around the swollen mound of his stomach, however Verius' body blocked him from doing so, the sorcerer thrusting his hips forward bringing Legolas into contact with the weeping proof of the sorcerer's twisted desire.

The sorcerer moved the attention of his mouth from the elf's chest, up to the soft inviting lips, and Legolas twisted his head trying to avoid the sorcerer's kiss.  One of the man's hands took a firm grip of his chin, holding the Prince's mouth steady as Verius lowered his mouth to his captives.  And then froze.

For a moment Legolas did not understand what was occurring, but he quickly registered the shock, and even a hint of fear on the sorcerer's face.  Verius quickly sprang away from the elf, much to Legolas' relief, and pulling on a robe he almost ran from the room, leaving the Prince in a state of confusion as his elven hearing picked up words muttered under the sorcerer's breath.

"Not again!"