Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ The master and his slave ( Chapter 2 )

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Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.ph p?auth=58906
http://www.efanfiction.net/authors.php?no=2916
Categor y: AU, RPG
Rating: this chapter... PG? May go up soon... *is getting poked by My-chan: "NC-17!"* *sweatdrops*
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, others as well *glances over to Elladan & Elrohir*
Warnings: Slash, OOC (of Arwen mostly), angst, slavery...
Spoilers: A few... not really as I don't remember much of the book, just that Aragorn became King of Gondor in the end and that Arwen was his Queen.
Summary: After seven years of marriage, the excitement of being together has vanished from Aragorn's and Arwen's marriage... maybe a present might change this.
Disclaimer: You know the deal don't you? J.R.R. Tolkien invented them, and if we owned them, we would be related to him, but since neither I nor My-chan are... we just play around with them, toy with their minds and use them for fun only. <insert evil laughter here>
Notes&Comments: This was written by me and My-chan as a rpg and ever since Pretending And Being, a wild mix of German and English, we have this nearly "exhibitionistic" need for feedback from various places. ^^;; So please be gentle.
Now on to the story itself. I know that this may look like a serious Arwen-bashing story, but please be reassured that we don't mean to cause any harm to anybody who likes her. She is just for causes of story-telling such a bitch here. ^^;
The Sindarin we used (and transformed for ourselves) comes from a little program called Dragon Flame (which I always think that it is this game I don't want to play unless I know I am on my own), but since it didn't have all the words we needed, we had to make them up. If you have any questions feel free to send an email to any of us... and hope that we still know what we wanted to say. ^^;;;;
________________________________________________________________ _______When the human moved closer, Legolas automatically tried to keep the distance and moved backwards. But the chain kept him at the level, and all he could do by retreating was choke himself. So he stood still, suppressing another shiver as the man came closer.

But then, he started talking again, and the elf looked up, since he didn't understand the words. The human was pointing towards his chest, towards the tunic...

Legolas' eyes widened and he swallowed. He was pretty sure that his words meant that he wanted to take off his clothes, and panic rose in the captured elf. Not caring anymore if the necklace choked him or not, Legolas moved farther backwards and lifted his hands to defend himself. Even though he knew he didn't stand a chance against the human.

Aragorn knew he had done something very wrong as Legolas eyes fixed him first in surprise and then widened with horror as he inched closer. The Elf's struggle and his attempts to get away from him were in vain though, as the chain held him pretty perfectly where he was. So the only things between them were the Elf's hands, elegant hands as Aragorn noticed, while he was trying to get his hands on the ribbon. But he was having a hard time getting through. So being as frustrated as he was, he did what he didn't want to do.

"Don't struggle!" He ordered and regretted his words while they shot out of his mouth.

Legolas didn't understand the harsh words, but he stopped struggling nevertheless. Shivering violently he bowed his head down even farther, although it hurt his neck, and closed his eyes to hide the tears which filled them. Still holding up his tied hands he lifted them a little higher, as if he tried to cover his head.

"Nícaer... nícaer..", he whispered over and over again, just hoping the human wouldn't hurt him.

It hurt Aragorn to see Legolas like this. But it was said, he couldn't take it back and all he could do now was trying to regain the little of trust he had won before his outburst. And he knew that it would be much harder than before. Legolas was shaking so violent with fear that the question of what those people who sold him did to him came to his consciousness once again.

Furious over himself, he leaned forward and undid the knot of the ribbon, tugging at one end and watched how it fell down and snaked its way around Legolas chest. If the circumstances weren't so bad, this might almost look sweet... He paid careful attention that he didn't touch the Elf, and moved back the instance the ribbon was fully gone from his chest.

'So I did unwrap my present...' he thought, but his mind supplied him with the addition of, 'well, not completely yet.' He frowned and reprimanded himself not to do that at any time. First because Legolas was a man and he usually didn't lay with men and secondly, although his brothers had a different opinion about that, he didn't want to assume that Legolas was like them in this matter.

So he just sat there in silence on the stone floor, about two arms reach away from the Elf and watched him carefully, waiting for the reaction on something that never happened.

Legolas eyes snapped open, when he felt the band around his chest being removed. Panic and fear still rising, he wasn't able to move, even if he hadn't been chained to the wall. But suddenly the hands withdrew and he could feel the human backing away from him.

The elf didn't understand what this meant, but he could see the man didn't move anymore as he stared down at the red ribbon which now laid around him on the ground. Pressing his bound hands against his forehead, Legolas closed his eyes again, not able to prevent the tears from falling.

"Nícaer", he whispered again and sobbed slightly. He had sworn to himself never to show such a weakness to these brutal creatures, and he didn't until now, but it was just too much.

He was far away from home, sold as a slave to people who's language he didn't understand, who hurt him without him even knowing why, and he was cold and tired. If it wasn't for the chain who didn't allow him to move, Legolas would have curled up in the corner farthest away from any of these humans.

"Nícaer..." Salty tears streamed down his face, unhindered, and soaked the cold stone floor.

The pain in his chest increased, and the situation got even more awkward than before, and all Aragorn wanted to do was say or do something that would calm this Woodelf, make his fear go away. But there was nothing he could think of which wouldn't scare Legolas even more right now.

So the man stood up as silently as he could and went to find some food, bread and wine the servants had put into his room for a last meal. He poured some of the red wine, which tasted excellent by the way, into a chalice and broke off a piece of the loaf. Using one arm to hold both of those items, he grabbed a spare blanket with the other from his bed and returned to his place in front of the Elf.

Somehow all of this felt like he was trying to talk to a frightened mare, to let her know that she was in good hands and that nobody wanted to cause her harm, just that this mare was a beautiful Elf.

He put the chalice and the bread next to him, the blanket into his lap and finally tried to say something to sooth Legolas. With a glimpse of remorse he noticed that the stones held a little puddle of tears now.

"Legolas..." he said as softly as he could.

The elf's pointed ears slightly twitched when the human called him. Still sobbing quietly, the blond man slowly looked up, lowering his hands just a bit, so he could look over them. Legolas shyly glanced at his master, and took in the blanket in his lap and the food next to him.

Only at the sight his stomach started growling. The Woodelf quickly looked away, bowing his head back down, again whispering his apology, while the flooding tears slowly dried up.

Aragorn almost started to chuckle when he heard Legolas' stomach speaking louder than the Elf himself, but managed to keep it down as a smile. He offered the cup of wine to him, trying to look trustworthy... something that worked in counsels and tiring debates, but he wasn't sure if it would work here.

After the Elf managed to calm his body down mostly he fearfully looked up again. But what he saw there probably shocked him even more. The man was smiling at him, actually smiling. Not sure what to think, say or do, Legolas stared at his master for a few seconds, until he noticed the cup he was handing to him.

He could smell the sweet scent from the shiny red liquid and immediately his throat started to hurt, to remind him how thirsty he was. But the elf hesitated to take the offered cup, since it meant to move closer to the human. Legolas swallowed and after another few moments of struggling within himself he slowly moved closer.

The pressure from his neck disappeared as he did so, and the chain slightly sagged. Finally the elf extended his still bound and shaking hands to grab the offered wine, only to withdrew them a few inches before he touched the cup.

What if this human just wanted to gain his trust to hurt him even more afterwards? He could easily take advantage of his thirsty and hungry condition, poison him, and watch his pitiful slave writhe in pain.

With a doubtful look in his eyes, and also shades of fear in them, he looked into the steel blue orbs of his master, trying to find an answer to his thoughts.

Again it seemed as if Legolas' body decided for him and Aragorn extended his hand a little more, so that the Elf could get the cup without getting within one arms reach of the man. He looked at him expectantly and nodded when he saw that the Elf despised the offer, perhaps because he feared that it was poisonous. He had expected this reaction and it showed him that this man wasn't born in slavery and used to live freely with pride.

To show him that the wine didn't cause any harm, he raised the cup to his lips and took a good sip from the red and tart liquid and tasted how it flowed down his throat. It was in that particular moment that he noticed how thirsty he actually was and cursed himself for not taking the bottle with him. So he emptied the chalice, put it to the floor and stood up, the blanket falling to the ground, to fetch the rest of the wine and bread. He might as well get some food as well.

After he sat down in front of the Elf once again, he poured more of the wine into the cup and finally offered it to Legolas.

Seeing the human drinking the wine convinced the Woodelf that it wasn't poisoned, and he grabbed the cup with a clumsy movement, which betrayed nothing of the elf's usual grace. Trying not to be too hasty, Legolas quickly drank the sweet liquid to ease the burning sensation in his throat.

His eyes never left the bread while he emptied the cup, neither did they after he set the cup down and shove it back into the direction of his master. The elf felt like his stomach was torn apart, but yet he didn't dare to ask.

Aragorn noticed the longing looks Legolas send over to the bread on his side and he immediately offered it to the hungry Elf, but not without eating a small piece of it himself. Waiting that the loaf was snatched out of his hand, Aragorn wondered how long Legolas had to starve... He sincerely doubted that he was given any food in all the time before he was sold to Arwen.

"Maybe you're lucky to be here..." he said thoughtfully, munching on his own piece of bread.

Trying not to look like the strange pink animals which had been sold on the marked next so the stage he was on, Legolas stuffed as much of the bread in his mouth as he could, afraid it would be taken from him again, if he wasn't quick enough. Even though it gave him a hard time chewing, the elf took an almost too big bite every time he swallowed down the last one.

"Hinead", he managed to get out between two bites and systematically eliminated the bread in his still slightly shaking hands. The stuff tasted awful on his sensitive tongue, but the elf forced it down. He was grateful for it, grateful that he got the chance to fill his aching stomach. And since he didn't know when he would get something to eat again, he ignored the taste and just swallowed bite after bite.

Aragorn stared open-mouthed at Legolas eating and almost forgot that he should chew on the bite in his mouth. It went so far that he closed his mouth only to hide the laughter that was trying to seep out. So when he heard a word from between the crumbs in the Elf's mouth, Aragorn started to laugh. A full, free laughter like he hadn't laughed for ages as it seemed to him.

After he had calmed down a little he offered the rest of his bread without second thinking. "Here, for you. But eat a little slower... I don't want you to get sick."

Legolas looked up from his bread, scared and startled. Scared because of the loud sound and startled when he saw the human laughing. The elf looked at his master thoughtfully while he chewed his last bite and licked the crumbs from his fingers.

He slightly backed away when he saw the man's hand reaching out for him, from the corner of his eyes. Legolas looked up and was even more startled when he saw the bread held out for him to grab it.

The elf could only guess the meaning of the words, but it seemed like this man... Aragorn... actually cared for him. Not being very trusting in nature though, Legolas snatched the piece and withdrew his hands quite quickly. Anyone could tell that his movements had already changed.

"Hinead", he murmured again and continued eating, slower this time, chewing more carefully.

With an acknowledging nod Aragorn returned to watching Legolas and he was almost proud of them both that he was now eating slowly, almost evenly, not as hasty as before. It seemed as if they could build up a relationship based on some kind of trust, at least in some time. But before that, Aragorn had to talk to him more fluently. He could see that the Elf understood parts of what he was saying, but not all of it. As he didn't every word that came out of the other's mouth. But that could wait, at least for now.

Aragorn watched Legolas intently as he ate. His pale skin looked a little dull with all the bruises and the bits of dirt that weren't washed away by the diligent hands of Arwen's maidens. Legolas was thin, a little too thin for the man's taste, but the trained eyes of a warrior could see that underneath the battered-looking skin lay well-defined muscles, once strong enough to rip out a tree or something as extraordinary as that.

Looking at Legolas made him wonder what the Elf would look like in his natural surroundings, the forest, trees, flowers and all you could think of when the picture of a deep dark forest came to your mind... well, Aragorn could do without the spiders of Mirkwood, but that was something different. It was like watching a unicorn... Something as beautiful, although that was an Elf thing, as ethereal and magical as this blond man was seldom in the world that humans lived in. And although Aragorn would have preferred if they had met under better circumstances, he considered himself lucky to have met Legolas.

The elf ate up the bread entirely and again licked even the tiniest crumb from his shaking fingers. He felt better now that he was satiated, even though his stomach already started to rebel. The strange taste of the food and his earlier hastiness seemed to cause his starved body some problems in accepting it.

Legolas swallowed and tried to get the awful taste out of his mouth. He was quite sure that the bread would stay where it was, if he didn't have the taste on his tongue, which was making him want to throw up. He glanced at Aragorn and then looked at the bottle with the wine. It was empty.

The elf swallowed again. His throat felt dry like dust and it started burning again. Not only did he want to get rid of the taste, he was also thirsty again. Staring down at his tied up hands he slightly rose his voice:

"Puêl en rem?"

"Huh? Of the bread? I'm sorry, but that's the only loaf I had," Aragorn said, but then noticed that Legolas had been looking at the now empty bottle of wine. He hadn't even noticed how quickly they had emptied it... or rather, himself. There was just a bit left in the chalice...

Looking into the cup Aragorn decided to give it to Legolas. "You can have the last bit. I'm going to fetch another bottle."

With those words said, he stood up and went into the other room, to do what he had said he'd do.

The elf watched the other man walk out the room. After he left, Legolas looked at the cup and the few remaining draughts wine in it, obviously offered to him. Crawling a bit forward, Legolas grabbed the cup and emptied in slowly.

The cool liquid eased the burning sensation in his throat, but it wasn't enough to end it. So he sat down and waited for Aragorn, who'd said something about getting more. At least that's what he thought he had understood. And he was proven right when the human came back with another bottle in his hand.

Legolas held up the cup in his tied up hands, looking at his master with pleading eyes as he waited for him to fill the vessel.

Aragorn almost stumbled backwards as the saw those pleading eyes of the color of the night sky. The man hadn't expected such a ... puppy-like look at this time. He quickly regained his composure though.

His hands moving fast from constant training he uncorked the bottle and sniffed at opening, checking if the wine was okay, before he leaned down a bit and poured the alcoholic liquid into the offered chalice. He was a bit concerned though that Legolas might get drunk... and that was something he hadn't intended.

"Maybe I should get some water, too..." he said to himself, now in the language of the Humans.

The elf winced slightly when the words touched his ears, causing him to choke on the wine, since it went down the wrong way. He quickly set the cup to the ground as his body started to shake violently at each cough.

"Nícaer," Aragorn exclaimed and fell back into talking in Elvish. He didn't mean to scare the Elf again and cursed himself for his thoughtlessness. "I'm sorry..."

He didn't quite know what he should do, so he just stood there with the bottle of wine in his hand.

Legolas soon managed to calm his body down, but now his throat hurt even more and the stabbing pain had watered his eyes again. Blinking, the elf tried to dry his eyes, before he looked up and nodded slightly.

"Aranja..", he murmured, and bowed down to lift the cup to his lips and empty it. Then again he extended his hands and looked up at his master.

Still eyeing the Elf with some amount of concern he lowered the bottle again to pour some wine into the cup. His concern increased as he saw how fast Legolas seemed to drink it, almost like somebody who was drowning... It would have been okay if it had been water, but wine... even this not as strong as the usual ones made quite an impact on those who were as light as Legolas.

After the elf emptied the chalice again, he put it down and leaned a bit backwards to show that he had had enough.

"Hinead."

Legolas didn't only feel better now that he was full and had managed to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth. He also started to feel the heavy liquid running through his body, making it heaver and harder to move. Tiredness washed over him, like a huge wave and the warm feeling, caused by the wine didn't help much to stay fully awake.

In addition to that there was his weakened condition which made it possible for the wine to hit like an explosion. If Legolas was in his normal shape, it probably wouldn't have affected him that much. But now his cheeks where flushed and he slowly lost the feel for his body.

Aragorn congratulated himself bitterly to managing to make the Elf drunk. He put the half-filled bottle on a table close-by and kneeled down in front of Legolas. Being greeted by the sight of a little pink on those pale cheeks and droopy midnight eyes he had to admit once again that his wife had a good taste. Only she could find somebody as beautiful as this Woodelf.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern. He didn't want the other to think that he did this on purpose.

Meanwhile Legolas had closed his eyes and he only nodded slightly, since he didn't want to move his head too much and he rested his forehead on his hands to support his head, which seemed to grew heavier every second.

For a few moments the thought came to his mind, that his master made him drunk on purpose, since the elf felt rather weak and defenseless. But on the other hand, why should the human give himself the trouble of doing that? He was superior to his slave anyway.

His thoughts soon got blurry, and all Legolas wanted right now was to sleep. The Woodelf slowly passed out, his body sinking to the side and he would have hit the ground quite hard, if it wasn't for a strong arm to catch him and hold him.

Somehow... Aragorn had seen this coming and thus he was quick enough to catch Legolas before his head could hit the stones in front of the mantelpiece. They were quite sharp and he didn't want to see more bruises on that already battered skin.

"I will sleep on the couch tonight..." he said softly and carefully picked up the Elf. He carried him towards the bed, which was well in reach of the chain and set him down there on the soft cushions. Quite too soft for his tastes sometimes, but now he was grateful for them. He moved to pick up the blanket and tucked the sleeping Elf into it.

With a small smile he leaned down a little and brushed some loose blond strands out of Legolas' face. His cheeks were still quite rosy and curled up as he was he looked young... very young, although that could be deceiving with Elves. Aragorn guessed him to be about one of the youngest Elves around, almost the same age as Arwen and even that would make him old enough to have seen over two thousand years. His thumb caressed one cheek idly while he pondered how it was able for those slave-hunters to catch an Elf.

"How did they do it?" he mumbled, still staring down at the sleeping figure on his bed. He pondered for a moment to take off the shackles around his wrists, but decided against it. The first thing he would surely do, was an escape try and maybe it wouldn't stop him, but at least hinder him from moving too fast. He couldn't let him go... not yet.

The world out there was too cruel for somebody like Legolas...

Aragorn pried himself away from staring down at him and went to the other side of room, closer to the mantelpiece again where a big and comfortable armchair stood. Under normal circumstances he would have preferred his bed, but this situation was anything but normal, so he guessed he could be satisfied with sleeping in it tonight... he had slept worse in his years as a ranger.

To be continued...
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