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A King’s Fun
Sometimes I question my choice to give up my right to rule Rivendell as my Father’s heir. Times like now. Friends of mine to the North need my help but the only way to get to them since the Battle of Five Armies is to go through Mirkwood. An elven land which has only become darker and more isolated since the departure of its Prince. Now I have to make decisions. Firstly, whether to help my friends or not and secondly, whether to announce my passage through Mirkwood if I do go or to sneak through and risk being caught.
I’m lying next to a beautiful lake soaking up the summer sun as I contemplate my dilemma. The sun is suddenly blotted out by a shadow. I smile but make no other move. I heard him coming a while ago with my elven ears. I feel him sit down next to me and he starts smoking his pipe.
“Gandalf.” I say in greeting without opening my eyes.
“Afternoon.” He replies.
“What are you after, Dear Friend?” I ask, finally opening my eyes and looking at the wizard.
“Nothing! I was merely passing when I spotted you and thought I would waste a few hours with a good friend.” He smiles, eyes twinkling in mischief.
“You are a bad liar, Old Friend.” I laugh, sitting up.
“And you are very insolent for an elf.” He frowns.
“I’m very young by elf standards.” I shrug.
“How is Stryder?” Gandalf asks.
“I left him about two months before The Lonely Mountain was reclaimed. I had taught him everything I could about tracking and he wished to strike out on his own. At least that’s what he said. Personally, I think he was just sick of me nagging him to take his rightful place as King.” I smile.
“Sounds like him. He has another elven companion at the moment though.”
“Truly? Don’t tell me my sister has left to travel with him.” I chuckle, thinking of Arwen’s love for him.
“No, no. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.” Gandalf remarks.
“Ah so that’s where he went. I’m sure they will become fast friends.” I smile.
“That they are.”
“Have you travelled through Mirkwood recently?” I ask.
“Not since the battle. I hear it is still an inhospitable place.” He says slowly.
“I see.”
“You’re not thinking of going through there are you? King Thranduil does not suffer trespassers.” He says sternly.
“I’m trying to decide whether I should or not.”
Gandalf spends the next two hours trying to talk me out of going but in the end he fails. I cannot, will not, leave my friends without help.
I should have never come here! I should have listened to Gandalf! I’ve had to fight off giant spiders and a few orcs! I had no idea the evil trying to claim this land had pushed so far through Mirkwood. I am making a good pace through though. I should not have to go through the forest for more than a few days. I sneak along and try not to get caught by anyone or anything. I do not understand why Saruman the White still insists that the Necromancer and Sauron are not back after seeing the way the forest has become corrupted. I will speak to my Father and Lady Galadriel after this. Something must be done before Sauron can claim too much power.
“Hello little elf maid. Mm don’t you look tasty?” An orc says as he steps from behind a rock.
I say nothing as I draw my short sword and dagger. Which is when five other orcs step out of the shadows. Just as they’re about to charge at me one takes an arrow to the head. Elves! Damn I’m about to be caught. The other five orcs start to panic and I try to use the chaos to my advantage. I duck, dive and roll to avoid the orcs and arrows and run into the shadows of the forest.
An arrow narrowly misses my head as it buries itself into a tree in front of me. I stop and hold my arms out. I can hear that there are ten elves chasing behind me. I cannot escape. I could if I was willing to kill any of them in order to escape but I refuse to harm my kin in such a way. I drop my weapons as they approach. One walks right up to me, pulls my cape’s hood down and spins me round so they can see me. I find myself looking into the eyes of none other than King Thranduil himself. Damn my stupidity in taking this quest!
“Bring her!” He orders his guards, turning and walking away.
The guards surround me and I have my wrists tied behind my back by one as another takes all my weapons. I hold my head up high as I’m marched to the Forest Realm’s City. If I am to die this die I will die bravely as my ancestors would expect from me. The guards march me straight to the throne room where I’m made to wait for King Thranduil to turn up to make a decision about my crimes. About ten minutes later he finally turns up, striding to stand in front of his throne. He stays there looking perfectly poised and staring at me coldly.
“Why do you not kneel for your King?” He asks.
“I am not an elf of the Woodland Realm, therefore you are not MY King.” I reply matter-of-factly.
“I am still a King so you should still bow.” He says icily, choosing to ignore my insolence at the moment.
“I bow to no one.” I reply just as icily.
“I will deal with your insolence later. Who are you?”
I tell him who I am and he’s momentarily struck dumb.
“Lord Elrond’s heir?” He asks.
“Not for fifteen years now Your Majesty, I chose to become a wanderer instead.”
“Why were you in my territory?” He demands.
“I was travelling through trying to get north.” I reply.
“I don’t believe you. If you were just travelling through, why did you not announce yourself?”
“I thought you wouldn’t let me travel through.”
“I think you’re spying for someone. You are not going to leave until you tell me who you’re working for.” He says.
“I’m not spying.” I state.
“Take her to my chambers! You can stay there as my ‘guest’ until I decide what to do with you.” He states.
I follow the guards without a struggle. At least he hasn’t ordered my execution, although I suspect that’s more for my Father’s sake than mine, or put me in a cell. The guards lead me to a spacious room. Most of the space is taken up by a huge four-poster bed and the décor is all gold, silver and ice blue. The only personal item on display in the whole room is a portrait hung on a wall of Thranduil with a gorgeous elven woman and a small child that looks just like Thranduil. I’m guessing it’s the King and his wife and son.
I look around curiously but the only other thing that’s interesting is the bathroom that has a huge whirlpool bath that would fit ten people. I have a quick wash and then curl up on the bed and fall asleep.
I wake a few hours later to the sound of the door unlocking. I sit up on the side of the bed and wait for Thranduil to enter. He enters and locks the door behind him, looking at me icily.
"Still refuse to bow for a King?" He asks, raising an eyebrow imperiously.
“As I said before, you are not MY King.” I reply evenly.
“I suppose you think that because of who your Father is, I will not punish you for your trespassing or insolence?”
“Not at all My Lord. I just refuse to bow to anyone.”
“You will bow to me eventually, Little Elf.” He replies acidly.
“I do not believe that will ever happen, Sire.” I reply having trouble to not snap at him.
“I admit I am left in a quandary as to what to do with you.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes. You see, if I hold you prisoner here I would no doubt have your Father marching with his army to my gate before the moon becomes full again. If I let you go however, not only will you be free to continue spying on my people, it will tell others they can trespass too.” He frowns.
“You could just admit that I’m innocent and let me go.” I say archly.
“Ah but there is the third part of my quandary. I find you incredibly… intriguing.” He says, tone changing slightly.
“What do you mean, intriguing?” I ask, standing up.
“You are a very beautiful elf.” He replies, reaching out to run a hand through my hair.
“So, I’m just supposed to allow you to take me?” I ask angrily.
“I would never take someone unwilling but I do want you.” He says, stepping closer to me so my breasts are barely touching his chest.
I just look at him. I have to admit I find him intriguing too but I could never give myself to someone so cold. It doesn’t stop my pussy from beginning to soak my panties though. I take a step back trying to think but my knees hit the edge of the bed and I fall backwards. Thranduil follows me down, grabbing my ass to lift me further up the bed. He straddles my hips and looks down at me.
I reach my hands up to his chest, meaning to push him away but instead I find myself smoothing my hands over the cloth covering his muscular torso. He takes this as an invitation and leans down to plant his lips on mine. He nips my bottom lip and when I yelp at the sensation he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I moan at his taste, like the sweetest wine. Without a conscious thought my hands roam up into his hair.
He growls low and grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed by my head. I moan at his dominance and I know I’m lost to him. Cold or not I now want him, want him to dominate me. I arch under him and starts tangling my tongue with his. He moans and moves my wrists so that both are pinned by one hand then moves his other hand down to my breast, kneading it through my top. I moan into his mouth and push my breast into his hand.
He undoes the laces to my top and pulls it off. He stops for a few seconds just looking at my exposed chest. I tug on my wrists trying to get my hands free to cover myself from his scrutiny but he doesn’t release me. He pinches and pulls one of my nipples and I cry out. He smirks at me then stands up.
“Take off the rest of your clothes.” He orders.
I hesitate for a minute, knowing that this is the perfect chance to collect my thoughts and put an end to this. He waits patiently for me to make up my mind. Do I continue or do I stop? I look at him and my pussy clenches just thinking about what he’d do to me. I’ll do it, I’ll have this one time with him.
“Take off your clothes. Now Little Elf.” He demands obviously having seen my decision in my eyes.
“Yes.” I say, standing up.
“Yes, My King.” He growls, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back.
“Yes, My King.” I gasp.
“Good Little Elf.” He says quietly, stepping back.
I bite my bottom lip as I unlace my trousers and slide them off my legs.
“No! Keep them on.” He orders as I start to remove my panties.
“Yes, My King.” I reply.
He starts to undress and my clit throbs more and more as I see every inch of his skin exposed. I can’t help the moan that slips from my mouth as I see his cock for the first time. He’s big even for an elf. He smirks at the noise and takes a step towards me.
“On your knees, Little Elf.” He tells me.
“No. I told you before, I bow to no one.” I say as I realise what he’s doing.
He frowns at me and strides up to me. He grabs my hair, yanking my head back until I gasp. He spins me round and bends me over so my face is [pressed to the mattress and my ass is in the air. He kicks my legs open slightly and I’m sure he’s going to fuck me but he doesn’t. He slaps his hand down on my ass, making me yelp and twitch, then pushes a finger into my core. He pulls his finger out, sucks my juices off and then slaps my ass again. He does all this over and over again until my ass is raw and my juices are dripping onto the floor beneath me. My clit is throbbing and my pussy keeps clenching, I’m moaning and whining.
“Please fuck me!” I whimper.
“No, Little Elf, not yet.” He smirks.
“Then let me cum, please!” I beg.
“Depends. Are you going to obey your King?” He growls, grabbing my ass and squeezing it painfully.
“Yes, yes! Anything! Please!”
“Then get on your knees.” He demands.
I whimper but finally do what he wants. I drop to my knees too turned on to want to resist. He cups my cheek gently, looking into my eyes then grabs my hair tightly and thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag slightly as he hits my throat but soon relax enough for him to push deeper. He groans as my throat flexes around his tip and I moan as I see his eyes blow with lust.
The sight is too arousing and I find one of my hands running down between my legs. I begin to rub my clit as he thrusts into my mouth and I whine. Suddenly I find myself being pulled up by his grip in my hair and his hands wrapped round my throat.
“I didn’t say you could do that did I Little Elf?” He growls angrily.
“No… I’m sorry!” I gasp.
“You’re sorry, what?” He hisses as he pulls my hand up and sucks my fingers clean.
“I’m sorry, My King.” I whimper.
He smirks and pushes me down on my back on the bed. I lay there gasping, wondering what he’s going to do. He crawls onto the bed and between my legs. He grabs them roughly and puts my legs over his shoulders. Thranduil thrusts his cock into my pussy in one hard shove and I scream his name. He begins to pound into me and I grasp his arms as he squeezes both my breasts.
He’s grunting and groaning as he fucks me and I’m moaning and screaming as my nails scrape down his arms. He kneels up and holds my legs flush with his chest so he hits deeper and deeper into me. He starts hitting my g-spot with the change of angle and I scratch over my stomach as I get pushed higher and higher. Thranduil moves a hand so that he can pinch my clit hard and I fall over the edge, screaming his name as my climax crashes down on me.
A couple more thrusts and Thranduil cums too, thrusting into me as his seed fills me. He keeps hold of my clit as my pussy milks him dry which keeps my orgasm going so long I black out. When I finally blink my eyes open he has pulled me so I’m lying curled against his chest. He smiles at me and lays a gentle kiss on my lips, running his fingers through my hair. I hum and snuggle closer.
“I’ll make a deal with you.” He whispers.
“What deal?” I ask quietly.
“You can have free rein to travel through my realm on the condition that when you travel through, you have to spend a night with me.” He smirks.
“Hm I don’t know. I mean if I wanted to spend all that time with someone, I’d want it to be someone who can rock my world.” I smile slyly.
“I guess I’ll just have to show you how good I am, then. Of course you’ll need a few days to recover enough to walk.” He says smugly.
“You can try.” I reply smartly.
He growls and crawls back over me. He proves his point very well over the evening although it only takes one day for me to be able to walk again. Needless to say, that deal is still holding strong today.