Cruelty Becomes Him

Cruelty Becomes Him

Posted: August 10, 2007
Title: Cruelty Becomes Him
Author: Enide
Type: FCS
Characters: Haldir/Legolas, Haldir/uruk, Legolas/uruk
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns them, I make no profit.
Warning: Explicit violence, explicit sex, rape
Dedicated: To Erfan, because I think you’ll like it ;o)
Beta: I take my hat of for Alex!
Author's Note: Cruel story, although not as bad as the Black Tower. Wanted to show that good and evil might not always be what they seem at first glance, or even at second glance. Hopefully, the ending will come as a surprise.

Summary: Caught between the malice of his allied and the goodness of his enemy, Legolas choice is resting entirely on his own motives.

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Haldir never got any warning. Suddenly the bushes parted and the huge Uruk-hai came barging through them. He got a blurred, confused impression of its enormous size, the gleaming eyes and the ape-like hands reaching out for him, but before he could even loosen his sword in its sheath, it caught him in a crushing grip. Pressed against its rock-hard body, the stench of the creature was overwhelming, making breathing impossible. He struggled, breathlessly but fiercely, desperate to get free, and managed a hard kick towards its hip, but the Uruk just grunted. Savagely, he was thrown to the ground in a fall that knocked the breath out of him. He tried to crawl away, but the Uruk pressed him down with a large foot, crushing him against the ground, making him wriggle like a worm. Desperate and enraged, Haldir fought vainly, while the Uruk grinned down at him.

“Are you not going to scream, little elf?” It sneered. “Doesn’t matter; you’ll be crying out loud soon enough.”

With deliberate, slow movements, it started to loosen its trousers. Cold dread seized Haldir as he understood what it meant to do to him.

With a cry of pain, the Uruk suddenly spun around, clutching its shoulder where a long, green feathered arrow protruded. Snarling with rage, it lifted its head from the victim to face the other elf.

“Let him go,” Legolas commanded, a second arrow already on the bowstring. The Uruk growled in defiance, tramping down even harder on its prey. Haldir gasped in pain.

The second arrow went through the creature’s kneecap and out on the other side, felling the Uruk to the ground, howling with pain. Legolas sprang forward, dagger drawn and a hard look on his face. He stooped by the creature.

Only to find his arm caught in a relentless hold from behind.

Surprised, he turned around. Haldir had his elbow in a hard grip.

“Do not kill him!” He panted in the afterwaves of shock and rage, bur his eyes where aglow with rage.

“But he will bleed to death…” Legolas protested, but was harshly pushed back.

“Then tie his wounds! I want a live prisoner.” When he saw the doubt in Legolas’ face, he caught the wood-elf’s chin and pulled it close, pressing a kiss on his lips. “Do as I say, my fair one. But tie him down first!”

Slowly Legolas returned the dagger to its sheath and went to work.

Dusk had fallen when he was done, and since they could not move the prisoner, they were forced to make camp where they were. The forest was dark and wild around them, but there was a small river close by, and the trees where not pressing so close together here.

Haldir had made a small fire while Legolas tended to the prisoner. The Uruk was strangely silent, without crying for help or even cursing. Legolas gave it some water from the river and it drank greedily.

“I think it will survive the night,” he said to Haldir. “But I do not see why…”

“Then do not trouble yourself. Now leave that creature. Come to me.”

Haldir was sitting by the fire with his back against a tree and his eyes was roving over the other elf with a gleam and hunger that was by now familiar to Legolas. Slowly he went over and sat down between the other elf’s long legs, leaning his back against Haldir’s broad chest. Almost immediately, he felt a strong hand deftly opening his tunic and warm fingers starting to caress him. Soft, hot lips moved down his neck, licking his ear and making the vulnerable skin prickle as Haldir’s tongue moved over it. Legolas shifted uncomfortably.

“Maybe this is not the best time…” he started but was interrupted.

“But I want you now.” Haldir’s murmured voice left no room for protest.

“Then we could move out into the dark,” Legolas insisted, ”where it can not see.” He indicated the prisoner.

“I want him to watch.” Haldir’s hands moved over his thighs, caressing them possessively. Legolas’ eyes got large with fear. The Uruk was watching them, his eyes almost as large as the elf’s.

“Haldir, no! Do not do this to me!”

He tried to move away, but caught in Haldir,s grip, he only managed to turn around, now sitting in the other elf’s lap and meeting him face to face.

“Do not whine, my pretty. It does not become you.” Haldir caught a handful of golden hair in his hand and pulled Legolas’ face towards him, making the kiss hard and fierce. A small whine of pain escaped Legolas’ lips, but his hands were already moving over Haldir’s chest. “Take this of.”

Obedient, Legolas removed his tunic, a sharp exhale breaking his breathing as Haldir wickedly flicked his nipple just to lean forward and kissing it the next moment. One of Haldir’s hands was already finding its way down his leggings as Legolas finally managed to push back the other elf’s shirt. Short, thrusting movements of Haldir’s hips were, along with the movements of his hands, making Legolas’ cheeks glow red. Without taking his hand from Legolas’ trousers, Haldir again pulled the wood elf forward, this time down to his own chest, where Legolas mouth and tongue made his own nipple stiffen. Over the other elf’s straight shoulder, Haldir could see the Uruk watching them, hunger in its eyes. Haldir’s smile held only cruelty as he watched it.

“I never thanked you for saving my life today,” Haldir mumbled in Legolas ear. “I will do it now. Stand up.”

Shaking with excitement, and apparently oblivious to the uruk, Legolas rose up as Haldir moved over to stand on his knees in front of him. Behind Legolas trembling hips as he removed the leggings, he could see the Uruk watching them, a slow shine of terror building in its eyes. Good.

Haldir swallowed Legolas, almost to the root, making him cry out in delight. With lips and tongue he teased the wood-elf, driving him closer and closer to the edge. His hands held hard on Legolas’ smooth buttocks, controlling the pace, slowing when Legolas begged for release.

“Now,” Haldir panted, almost as flushed with desire as Legolas. ”Come down here. In front of me.”

Dazed with unsatisfied arousal, Legolas knelt before him, but when Haldir turned him around, he suddenly grew tense again. The uruk’s gleaming eyes watched them intensively.

“Haldir, do not do this!” Legolas begged but his body was trembling. “Not in front of him!”

“Shh, fair one. Let him watch.”

With one hard, smooth movement, Haldir buried himself to the root. Legolas cried out in pain and pleasure, but Haldir held a strong arm over his chest and he could not move away. The other hand was caressing the wood elf in long possessive strokes in front of the uruk. Haldir’s mouth returned to the side of Legolas face, kissing and mumbling nonsense to the distressed elf. Slowly Haldir withdrew, and then, just as fast, he pierced the other elf again, again making him cry out.

“Haldir, you are hurting me!” Legolas said through gritted teeth.

“You are hard as stone in my hand, pretty one. Do not deny it.”

Again he withdrew, but waited, leaving the other elf to shiver with anticipation. But Haldir’s eyes never left the uruk. Legolas did not see the fear in the creature’s eyes, as he had closed his own hard.

“You are cruel,” he panted.

“Yes,” Haldir admitted. “But you like cruelty, do you not?”

Again he buried himself, pulling Legolas down on his lap as he sat down, moving hard inside him until the wood elf could resist no longer and spilled out into Haldir’s hand in front of the uruk.

His head hanging low with spent exhaustion, Legolas heard Haldir say something, but the words were not directed to him.

“You see? If I can do this to my own kin, imagine what I will do to you.”

“I...do not understand,” Legolas panted as Haldir withdrew.

“You need not. He does.” Haldir pointed at the uruk, and first now did Legolas see the horror in its eyes. He shook his head in disbelief. He was far too exhausted to try to understand. Instead, he turned to Haldir.

“But you have yet to find relief,” he insisted. “Will you not…”

“No. Leave it now, fair one. You are exhausted. Sleep now. I will keep watch over our prisoner tonight.”

Utterly tired, Legolas moved over to his blanket, rolled up in it and fell immediately asleep.

“So.” Haldir went over to the Uruk and crouched by it, drawing his long strong hands over its massive chest. “Where alone again, uruk. But now the tables are turned.”

“Not by your making,” the Uruk growled its first words. ”Because of him.” He nodded towards Legolas sleeping form, all the while trying to move away from the elf’s touch. The tight ropes around its wrists did not relent.

“Perhaps. But he is not important now.” Haldir ripped the tattered clothes of the uruk’s wriggling body. The uruk’s lips formed a snarl as its wounds where brutally ripped open again under the bandages.

Leaning his weight on his leg, Haldir kept the Uruk pinned down whiles he kept caressing it. The uruk’s vain struggle to get free only exited him more, and he was still flushed and hard from Legolas body.

“You were going to rape me and kill me,” he hissed, digging his fingers in to the uruk’s flesh to hear it wheeze with pain. His long fingers moved up, closing around the creature’s thick neck. “Now you will face the same fate.”

*****

A strange, croaking sound woke Legolas from his light sleep. His body was aching and felt spent, but he was travelling with Haldir so that was nothing new. The present returned slowly to his eyes as if the lingering mists of dream and memory were reluctant to withdraw, but what he saw made him bolt upright.

Haldir and the uruk were laying side by side, the elf behind and buried in the creature. His face was flushed with arousal and vengeance, but his fingers were curled around the uruk’s throat, throttling it whiles he was still moving inside it. The uruk’s mouth was wide open, its nostrils flaring in the desperate attempt to draw air down its lungs. Its eyes were rolled up so far in its head that only the whites could be seen.

“Haldir, stop!” Rushing forward, Legolas stooped and tried to pry Haldir’s fingers from the creature’s throat.

“This is none of your business, pretty one!” Haldir panted. “This is my revenge!”

“But it was my kill.” With a strength that denied Haldir’s, Legolas removed one of his hands. The uruk drew a long ragged breath, fighting its half-crushed throat.

“It was my kill, so it is my prisoner, Haldir. I will not let you kill it!”

Cheated at his revenge, Haldir threw the uruk away from himself and came to his feet, seething with rage. The creature lay still, panting for breath.

“You want him for yourself, fair one? I would never deny you that!”

With a quick movement, he grasped his sword, drawing it and throwing the sheath into the woods. The blade gleamed in the faint moonlight; as naked, cold and hard as its wielder. With a single, sure strike Haldir cut the rope around the uruk’s wrists. The uruk struggled to its feet.

“Seems the Valar has granted your wish tonight after all, uruk,” Haldir sneered. “There you have your elf, ready for the taking!”

The uruk turned its ugly face towards Legolas, who did not move. Hurt and lust for revenge burned in its eyes.

“Go ahead,” Haldir mocked. “Why be shy now?”

In two heavy strides, the uruk reached Legolas, pressing him down on the grass, almost crushing him under its heavy weight. Legolas could feel its huge, steaming parts pressing against his soar, tender flesh like a battering ram. Hot, saliva ran down his neck; claws tore at his skin. Somewhere behind them was Haldir, watching, with no intention of interrupting. The uruk’s head was levelled with his own, and Legolas could whisper without Haldir hearing.

“I should have killed you before. It would have been the kinder deed, but I did not understand. Forgive me, if you can.”

Surprised and suspicious, the uruk looked down on him but saw nothing but honesty in the elf’s blue eyes. Legolas’ teeth gritted against one another when he steeled himself against the pain. It never came.

Suddenly the uruk grunted with pain; Haldir had used his sword like a whip over its exposed buttocks, drawing blood.

“Do not hesitate, uruk. You showed no such mercy towards me.”

Leaning upwards on his arms, favouring the (hale, hale means healthy… he would have favored his injured shoulder) shoulder, the uruk growled down at the elf beneath it.

“Turn over. Turn over, I said!”

Not comprehending, Legolas did as it said, meeting the uruk face to face. The uruk leaned down on its elbows, careful not to crush the elf again. Instead it moved its hard lips over Legolas soft, demandingly but gently licking them open and making their tongues meet in a hungry kiss. Surprised, Legolas let it happened.

“It’s him I want revenge on,” the uruk hissed. “Not you. I have to take you he says. But he never said you could not like it. Let him watch!”

Huge, coarse hands moved over Legolas' body, caressing his smooth chest, his strong thighs. So much slimmer and lither than the uruk, yet the strength was undeniable there in every part of the elf’s body. A hot wet tongue moved over his neck, teasing his ear. Teeth that could have torn of an arm closed with care around Legolas’ nipple, sending pulsing surges of newly woken desire through the elf.

The uruk moved its hands under the elven body, caressing his buttocks; the uruk’s head moved further down, over his belly down towards his groin. The warmth of the uruk’s mouth moved over his loins, teasing the inside of his thighs while the hands underneath him lifted his hips upwards. Legolas gasp of surprise turned into a groan of pleasure when the uruk’s hot tongue and hard lips closed around him, working him with skill and desire. Fingers that could have snapped wood closed gently around his pouch; claws scraped the vulnerable skin with smooth alluring movements. For the second time the same night, Legolas was pulsating with arousal, but this time there was no withdrawal, no demands. The uruk worked him patiently, until the elf cried out and his back almost lifted from the ground in the hard moves of release.

Panting, he sank down again, watching the uruk lick him clean with a look of concentrated intention.

The short moment of bliss disappeared as a long sword blade appeared along the uruk’s cheek, its keen edge almost resting on Legolas belly.

“Very sweet, uruk. I am sure he appreciated it. But I said take him!”

The blade fell hard down on the uruk’s wounded shoulder, forcing a shout from him.

“It is alright,” Legolas whispered. “Do as he says.”

Turning around underneath the uruk, Legolas again prepared himself for the intrusion, but this time relaxed, even eager.

The uruk moved up, pressing the side of its face against his. The coarse hand returned to caress Legolas’ smooth buttocks. The hot rod was pressed against his thigh.

“I would split you open, little elf.” The uruk growled in his ear. “Let me at least open you up a bit first.”

Legolas breath left his lungs in a long sigh as a large finger moved inside him, gently expanding him, caressing the point of pleasure with experience.

“You could never hurt me like that,” Legolas protested with a smile, but the uruk only grunted with disbelief.

Shivers of excitement rattled his body as the uruk’s movements got more insistent, and the rod against his leg got hotter and harder, until the uruk, grunting with arousal, suddenly turned over, lying on its back.

“Come. I would crush you otherwise.”

Without a glance at Haldir, Legolas moved eagerly on to the uruk, straddling him. With a firm grip on the elf’s thighs, the uruk only allowed the slowest of impalements, giving Legolas’ flesh time to expand and open. Sweat was glistering on its forehead with the slow pleasure-torment, but it held back until it had the elf sunk down completely. Moving with slow, rhythmical movements, the both of them grew simultaneously towards climax. The uruk struggled to hold itself back, but the sight of the elf – his golden head thrown back, his back arched over it – riding him, and the feel of elven smooth skin under its skin soon grew to much. With a sound between a growl and a howl, it flooded Legolas.

Pulling the elf down over its broad chest as it withdrew, the uruk stroked the soft hair, hearing the elf’s fast heart beat echoing its own rushing pulse as they sank down in a lovers’ embrace, cradled in one another’s arms.

The shining blade suddenly appeared over Legolas head, resting dangerously close against the uruk’s throat. Both of them stiffened with renewed fear.

“Somehow I do not think this was the fate you had in store for me,” Haldir whispered to the uruk as he leaned over Legolas. The wood elf was suddenly pressed down and the uruk felt the weight on its body double as Haldir placed himself over Legolas. Legolas eyes got huge, and then clouded when Haldir started moving inside him, with long leisurely moves, his eyes never leaving the uruk’s, who bared his teeth in something that was not a smile.

“See, uruk? You might be a new, fun toy to my pretty one, but you can never compete with me!”

Verily, Legolas fair face was lit with desire like the uruk had not seen before, and his hands where clenching with desire almost painfully around the uruk’s arms.

“Do not stop, Haldir!” he pleaded. “Please!”

“I should almost leave you wanting, after what you have done tonight.” Haldir’s own voice was getting more hoarse as his breathing changed. “But when could I ever deny you anything when you beg so prettily?”

“More! Please!”

Haldir’s thrusts got even harder as Legolas’ pleading continued, and as Haldir’s eyes closed in climax, so did Legolas’, and the uruk felt warmth spill out on its stomach.

Haldir rose, and the sword was withdrawn.

“There,” he said. “It has been a long night, and I will go to sleep now. But when I wake, I expect the uruk to be gone – one way or the other.”

He disappeared into the dark, and there was a sound of blankets being turned.

Clutching Legolas’ arms, the uruk held the wood elf down on him.

“Why do you stay with him? Come with me instead! What do you have to lose?”

Legolas gave him a wry smile.

“By first light tomorrow, we would both remember we were enemies. This night…was an oddity. Leave it at that.”

“But…”

“I owe you a lot, uruk. You are free to go where you choose.” Legolas freed himself from the uruk’s grip and rose up.

“But why don’t you leave him? He is using you!”

Legolas looked surprised at him.

“Of course he is. But only as long as I like that. When that feeling goes away, so will I. So who is really using who, uruk?”

“Crazy elves!” The uruk growled savagely and with a fast movement, it came to its feet and disappeared into the dark.

*****

THE END

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