Bromir stealthily crept into Legolas's room, the fortress of Minas Tirith silent and still as he moved. His heart raced with anticipation as he approached the sleeping elf, a wicked grin spreading across his rugged face. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks - the chance to finally have the beautiful and agile Legolas all to himself.
But Legolas was no easy prey. As Bromir reached out to grab him, the elf's eyes snapped open, alert and wary. Before Bromir could even react, Legolas was struggling and trying to escape, his lithe body twisting and turning in an attempt to break free.
But Bromir was too strong. He easily overpowered the elf and carried him to his own chamber, Legolas's protests and demands for release falling on deaf ears. Once inside, Bromir tied Legolas's hands and feet to his bed, leaving him completely vulnerable and exposed.
"Not until you submit to me, my dear elf," Bromir said, a smug smile on his face as he looked down at Legolas's bound form.
Legolas glared at him, his green eyes flashing with anger. "You wish, you filthy human! I'll never bend to your will."
Bromir chuckled and leaned in close, his fingers twitching with the urge to start their tickle torture. "We'll see about that," he whispered, his breath hot against Legolas's ear.
And with that, he began. Starting with Legolas's underarms, Bromir's fingers danced across the elf's sensitive skin, causing him to squirm and giggle despite his best efforts to resist. Legolas's muscles tensed and relaxed as Bromir moved down to his stomach and navel, the tickling becoming more and more intense.
"You're mine now, Legolas," Bromir said, his voice low and seductive. "You'll never go back to Aragon."
Legolas glared at him, panting and trying to catch his breath. "You'll never break me," he gasped.
But Bromir was relentless. He moved down to Legolas's thighs, taking his time and enjoying the feel of the elf's smooth, sensitive skin beneath his fingers. Legolas's breath came in short gasps as Bromir's fingers moved closer and closer to his most sensitive spots, his laughter filling the room as the tickle torture continued.
Despite his best efforts, Legolas couldn't help but submit to the pleasure. His body was weak from the constant tickling, and he couldn't resist the feeling of Bromir's fingers on his skin.
"I yield," he finally gasped, collapsing back onto the bed. "I yield to you, Bromir."
Bromir grinned, triumph shining in his eyes. "Good," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to Legolas's lips. "Now we can truly begin."
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