Author – Leon (leonshadow )

Title – By my beard

Part – 3/?

Rating - NC-17

Pairing – Thorin/Thranduil, Thorin/Bilbo (Implied)

Summary – AU: Thorin is imprisoned in Mirkwood. The elvenking always gets what he wants; unfortunately mister Baggins never will.

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Disclaimer - I don't own these characters, for they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien. I do not intend to make no money of this.

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A/N and warnings - This story contains several kinds of dark fantasy and deals with disturbing matters like, graphic rape, torture, graphic violence, humiliation etc.

Chapter 3

There he was: on his knees, before the elf who had waited for ages just to receive his love again. He saw none of the guards react to this insane happening and he hated it.

"Now say it." Thranduil said emotionlessly as if it were obvious what Thorin was supposed to say, but the dwarf had no clue.

"I-I'm very.. sorry, for everything I've done to you…" Thorin spoke softly, in contrast to the scream he received as an answer. "Are you a FOOL?!" Thranduil remained seated on his throne but to Thorin the elf's soul felt as if it were torturing the dwarf's body constantly. "Say to me what you're supposed to say!.." The elvenking's voice and mind calmed down slowly as he kept staring at his captive.

"I have no idea what you're talking about.. Thranduil.." Thorin looked up at him now, almost afraid to see the elf's next reaction, which turned out to be weirdly surprising.

"You must ask me to marry me." Thranduil looked emotionless again but narrowed his eyes as he did not hear any words come from the dwarvenking.

Thorin felt a pressure on him which even could be considered worse than the loss of the Arkenstone. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, turning his head down.

"Thranduil of Mirkwood.. Will you marry me?"

The elvenking showed a smile of true happiness for a brief second which had not been seen by anyone, not even by one of the guards. His face turned emotionless again as he answered calmly. "Of course I will, now come."

Thorin looked up at him after he had opened his eyes again. He sighed and crawled up the stairs by using his elbows and knees only. Thranduil let him sit down between his legs as he stroked the dwarf's cheeks. Thorin's beard looked messed up but he couldn't care less, to him Thorin always looked intriguing. He easily lifted him onto his lap and claimed his lips once again, holding him closely now. The elf's lips curled up when he felt the dwarf's length hadn't shrunk.

He forced Thorin's feet on each side of him as he again rubbed his crotch along his captive's but he wasn't very patient anymore. He allowed his manhood to slide further, between Thorin's cheeks. Thorin couldn't keep balance and was forced to lean forwards against his captor's chest. He knew he couldn't escape this.

The elvenking gasped as he felt the tightness of the dwarf around the top of his length. Thorin tensed and clenched his fists, squeezing his eyes but he made no sound for he did not wish to do so in front of any of those guards. Thranduil decided to punish him for not making any sound for him and moved his throbbing length way further inside him. Thorin screamed in pain as he felt this wave of fire through his body and moved more against the hands which were squeezing into his firm cheeks.

"Stop this Thranduil!" "Relax, my love, you will be fine."

Thranduil felt a warm dark red liquid easing his way in. He hadn't expected Thorin to feel this amazingly tight and it only encouraged him to go on. He moved only further and, when the dwarf really thought he'd tear in two, he started moving the small but strong body up and down.

Thorin felt tears well up in his eyes and clenched his teeth, moaning loudly as his body was being invaded over and over again. His thighs painfully rubbed along Thranduil but for some kind of reason his body only started heating up. His gasps quickened and the pain changed into pleasure as his pleasure spot was hit constantly. His erection rubbed along the pale skin of the other king.

He had forgotten about the guards and about Bilbo, for his mind was only filled with pleasure. He lifted his head and stared up at the light coming through roof and started moving himself. The elvenking gasped in a heavy but slow way while their movements, thanks to Thorin, quickened. He grinned wickedly and bit into one of Thorin's nipples which caused a shock of pain to flow through the dwarf's nervous system and instantly a yelp escaped the dwarf's lips.

Thorin's cheeks turned red due to the smacks he received repeatedly. Screams of pleasure filled the halls of Mirkwood but no one came to have a look and no guards moved an inch. Sweat dripped along both of their skins and finally Thorin felt himself being filled up with the lovejuice of the man below him after he had heard a sharp and loud moan from him. Only a few thrusts more brought Thorin over the edge. He spilled himself over Thranduil's chest and collapsed on top of him.

His body was one big mess.

The pain in his thighs and feet slowly returned as he looked down at the nipple Thranduil bit in, which was covered in blood. He tasted dried tears in his beard but he ignored it and stared at his wrists which were bleeding from the rope. All he could feel now was embarrassment and guilt. 'Bilbo..' Thorin almost begged Mahal to see his hobbit when he'd open his eyes. He didn't dare to open them but his hopes were broken when he felt the large hands on his chest.

"If I can't have you, no one can." He heard Thranduil's voice in his mind and widened his eyes when he was pushed off the throne.

He saw tears running down the perfectly shaped face, leaving eyes which again showed his soul, his pain. He felt the cold floor touch his skin and his sight go black.