Part 1

Posted: September 2003
Title: The King's Bounty
Sequel to: Yielding
Author: Khylaren and Larien Elengasse
Type: FCS
Rating: NC17
Warnings: graphic homoerotic (slash) content.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Characters: Haldir/Legolas/Thranduil; Rúmil/Legolas/Thranduil, Orophin/Legolas/Thranduil, Orophin/Rúmil, Thranduil/Celeborn. I think that about covers it.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: We do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. We are not making money off this story; it was written for the pure pleasure of it (mainly ours!)
Notes: This was written mostly in Yahoo chat and once again, it was a total blast to work with Larien Elengasse. Her mind is evil, and I love it! Her Thranduil inspired me to reach well beyond my boundaries - and I thank her for it! This is pretty much - plot, what plot? What are you reading this for if you want plot? All those yummy elves, so little time...

I enjoy working with Khylaren very much, we seem to bring out the evilness in one another.. hehe… this was a blast to write and I was really only in charge of the havoc that my beloved Sindar King wreaked… The rest sort of wrote itself… Enjoy!

Summary: (Written as a sequel to Yielding, by Khylaren) The brothers of Lórien travel to Eryn Lasgalen as emissaries and the Sindar King decides to see for himself what his son's fascination with them is.

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Chapter 1 – Schemes are Hatched

Thranduil observed his visitors through half-lidded eyes, his green gaze shrewd and assessing as he contemplated his three guests. The three elves from Lórien shifted slightly under his intense regard, as they awaited response to the missive he held in his hand.

**So these are the three infamous Galadhrim who seduced my son,** he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. **Seduced him, and left him craving their touch so badly he cannot seem to stay away from Lothlórien for more than a month since he returned from the quest**. He studied each of them closely, noting their graceful bearing, their golden beauty, and their lithe, yet strong bodies. **I would very much like to know what it is about these three that has my Greenleaf so enthralled. I do intend to find out.**

He saw them shift once more, as if uneasy under his regard, and hid his smirk, dropping his eyes to the letter. Celeborn's politely worded request left him fuming. Without showing any hint of his displeasure, he folded the message and handed it to his secretary.

"I will need a few days to reply to your Lord's message," he said smoothly, looking back at the three marchwardens, a devilish idea forming in his mind. He sauntered towards them, his movements graceful and predatory, full of elegance and intent. He stopped mere inches from their captain, and saw Haldir's eyes widen slightly at his closeness. Licking his lips provocatively, he lifted one of the marchwarden's braids, sliding it slowly through his fingertips as he leaned even closer.

"You will, of course, be my honored guests until such time," he said smoothly, his meaning quite clear, and having the desired effect, if Haldir's sudden and swift intake of breath was any indication.

Haldir swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he felt those green eyes center on his mouth. "We… we will await your pleasure, my Lord," he managed; silently wishing protocol would permit him to run away as fast as his legs would take him. He heard the king chuckle softly and felt the warm caress of his breath against his neck.

Thranduil watched them leave, and a slow but wicked smile curved his generous lips. "Oh yes, my dear marchwardens. You most certainly will, and more."

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Haldir and his brothers were housed in comfortable quarters in a separate wing from the King and his son, Legolas. Haldir sat upon the edge of his bed, watching Rúmil pace nervously, and Orophin sat in the chair across from his bed, drumming his fingers upon the wooden arms. He knew with unerring certainty that Thranduil had something up his sleeve. He could not imagine why the King was upset, unless Legolas had said something to him. Legolas was an adult elf, no longer a youngster, what business was it of his father's what he did in his spare time?

"Rúmil, you will wear a hole in the floor if you do not stop." He grumbled. His brothers were coming unhinged, and that was something they could not afford to do in front of the King.

"What do you think he is planning?" the youngest Lórien brother asked.

Orophin grumbled, "Perhaps he is planning to lock us in his dungeons and leave us there to rot."

Rúmil wheeled around, his eyes wide with apprehension. "You do not think he would really do that do you?"

Haldir waved his hand. "Rúmil, you must really get a hold of yourself. You are behaving like an elfling. The King would not dare harm us or imprison us; the Lord and Lady would never tolerate it. You cannot let Thranduil see you this way; he is like a lion, he can smell fear like you can smell untried flesh."

Orophin snorted and relaxed back in his chair. "Would it be so bad? Bowing to the King's will for a night or two? I dare imagine that he is as demanding as his son is yielding. I, for one, may be up to the challenge."

Rúmil plopped on the bed next to Haldir and placed his hands over his face, slowly shaking his head and muttering, "Oh no…"

Haldir leapt to his feet and growled, "I submit to no one, no one masters me!"

Orophin laughed softly, "Really, gwador. You must learn to relax and take what comes, learn to enjoy opportunities as they present themselves… I have heard tell that Thranduil is a masterful lover, once you have experienced his bed, you yearn for no other."

Haldir's gaze narrowed. "Then you play the pupil, I will not! I will not be subjugated and made a plaything for a Sindar King!"

Orophin smiled wickedly. "You were willing enough to turn a Sindar Prince into a plaything…"

Haldir crossed his arms over his chest. "That was… different. Legolas took great pleasure from his experience with us, and he has taken more since."

Orophin crossed his legs and stretched his arms up, grasping the top of the chair he sat in. "I would take that pleasure from his father as well, if he is as masterful as they say."

Haldir grumbled under his breath. Rúmil lay upon his back staring up at the ceiling contemplating their fate. **What torture would the King have in store for them?** he wondered.

*****

Legolas entered his father's chamber and smiled. "You wished to see me, Ada?"

Thranduil smiled and motioned for his son to sit. "I did, Iôn. Please, sit." Legolas sat in a chair across from his father and looked at him kindly. Thranduil smiled at his son and adjusted the rings on his fingers. He took a deep breath and continued. "There are three emissaries here from Lórien that you may be interested in."

Legolas' eyes widened and his smile broadened. "Really? When did they arrive?"

Thranduil tried to suppress a chuckle at his son's heightened enthusiasm. "This afternoon. They have been escorted to their chambers, they will be staying with us for a few days." He leaned forward and held his son's gaze, noting that he was anxious to see their guests. "I want you to tell me something, Iôn."

Legolas smiled. "Of course, Ada. Anything."

Thranduil lowered his voice, "When you were in the Golden Wood with the members of the Fellowship, what exactly happened between you and the brothers of Lórien?"

Legolas flushed at the memory. He and his father had always been forthright with one another, always told each other the truth, but this… this was a bit… delicate.

Thranduil reached out and placed a strong hand upon his son's knee. "I ask for one reason, and one reason only, Legolas. I assure you, I would not do anything you did not wish me to do with this information."

Legolas shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "Um, I… it… it is rather, personal, Ada."

Thranduil sat up and narrowed his gaze slightly. "Did they do anything to disgrace you or harm you, Legolas?"

Legolas' eyes widened, "No! No, Ada, they did not. They…"

"They what, Greenleaf?"

Legolas squirmed again. "Oh, Ada, must I really tell you this?"

Thranduil nodded slowly, "Yes, Iôn, I want you to tell me, and leave nothing out."

He had not seen his son blush so in several hundred years, but when the tale was told, Legolas' face was a rather becoming shade of rose.

"Thank you, Iôn," he said gently, tucking a stray braid behind his son's ear. "That explains much of your behavior these past months."

"You are not…" Legolas trailed off, searching for the right word. "Disappointed in me, are you, Ada?"

Thranduil chuckled, his smile turning slightly wicked. "Not at all, my Greenleaf. I find nothing in your behavior to be disappointed in." He leaned forward, his smile widening. "In fact, I have a proposition for you, if you would be willing to help me in a small, but gratifying task?"

As he listened to his father's words, Legolas began to smile.

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Elvish = English

Gwador = Brother
Ada = Father
Iôn = Son

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