The Stolen Gems [Thranduil/Bard] [Rated: Explicit] Chapter 01
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. I am making no money off of this.
Author’s Note: Alternate universe with modern day setting fic. First attempt at a Barduil fic too (well, publicly anyway). Sorry if it sucks. Sexy time won’t happen until the final chapter, so I hope you like the “mystery” as much as the sex.
had been slow of late for Bard. His last case, a simple one of a
cheating husband took all of 3 days to close. They were often that
way anymore. Occasionally he would encounter someone who asked him to
investigate something radical like a missing person, or a stolen
object that they preferred to not inform the police about, but it was
had worked his way through school for this by using his skills on the
docks. The labor was hard, but at least it was always busy. He threw
another dart at the dartboard which hung on the door in front of him.
It landed straight in the center. Bullseye!
sat back and closed his eyes and began to dose off when his
company phone rang jolting him awake. It rang 2 more times before he
picked it up, and on the other end was a deep, masculine tenor of a
this is he. Can I help you?”
hope so. I wish for you to investigate some stolen property for me. Are you able to make arrangements to come to my office tonight
after 9 p.m.?”, the man on the other end inquired.
frowned. That was well passed closing shop for him.
assure you, it will be worth your while.” the man continued no
doubt noticing the silent pause.
well,” he answered briskly, his interest slightly peaked. At
least it wasn’t another cheating spouse or significant other, “but
who may I ask will I be meeting, and where is your office?”
apologies,” the man on the other line paused before answering,
clearing his throat, “Thranduil Oropherion. My office is
downtown in the…”
Industries?” Bard cut him off unintentionally once he heard the
pause. “Yes. My office is on the top floor. I’ll tell security
to let you in.”
Bard stammered, “I’ll be there at 9 sharp.”
you. I look forward to our meeting.”
line went dead a moment later. Bard was still holding the earpiece up
to his ear when the beeping sound began. He put it down on the
receiver with a look of wonder. Mirkwood Industries? Not just someone
in the company either, but the owner, CEO, Chairman of the Board
Thranduil Oropherion wanted to meet with him at that. The company
owned half of the city basically. If he played this right, the
commission would be huge!
made arrangements for his babysitter to stay a little later so he
could meet with this Mr. Oropherion. But when he found himself
parking in the company’s garage and being buzzed in by the security
officer a feeling of nervous dread intermingled with excitement found
it’s way into the pit of his stomach. It only increased when once
inside the building with it’s polished to the point of being able to
see his face in it floors, elevators and at times walls themselves.
He was met by a rather tall, dark-haired man who greeted him, and
told him his name was Elrond.
led Bard to an elevator that could only be found after walking
through a dizzying amount of hallways, which immediately opened. He
explained that it was one of only four that led to Mr. Oropherion’s
office on the top floor.
gave the man a wide-eyed, questioning look at this. Elrond then
explained that it was for security purposes. Bard nodded then looked
ahead of him, wishing at once that he didn’t. It was one of those
glass elevators that looked out over the city. The office they were
going to was 26 floors up. He turned away feeling nauseous.
“Do you have a problem with heights Mr. Bowman?”
inquired the man beside him.
looked up expecting to see a sadistically amused smile on his face,
but only seen a creased brow that seemed to convey curiosity more
than concern or mocking.
in situations such as this…”, he paused and turned around to face
the doors instead of the world below him. “When the world is in
motion as the height climbs, that is.”
merely nodded in understanding, and a couple moments later the bell
pinged on the 26th floor and the silver doors opened.
Bard stepped out into a lobby or waiting room of sorts, with a large,
sleek desk situated just before a set of frosted glass doors and a
silvery steel door situated just a few feet away from the desk. The
occupant of the desk had long since gone home, and the lights in the
room itself was dim. At the corner of the glass doors sat a secuirty
guard. He briefly looked up, nodded at Elrond, gave Bard a look over,
and went back to browsing through whatever it was he was looking at
on his phone.
strode to the door without hardly making any sound at all on the
hardwood floor, and knocked. Bard followed looking down at the dark
wood. Who puts hardwood floor on an office level building Bard mused.
Then considered who he was about to meet. Someone with too much
money, who liked to show off. Bard had never set eyes on Thranduil
Oropherion. He was considered eccentric, recluse to an extent. The
last picture taken of him had been at his wife’s funeral over 10
years ago. Bard tried to conjure up the image of the man in the
newspaper. All he could remember was blond hair, and from what he
remembered the man was fairly good looking. But beyond that he
couldn’t recall anything else.
probably some old, fat, bitter, ugly business man now with thinning
hair, Bard thought to himself just before the door opened. He gasped
in as much shock as surprise. Surprise by the door suddenly opening
during his reverie. Shock however, was due to something entirely
different. The man before him was literally beautiful. He could only
tell it was a man by the broad shoulders and stronger lines of his
face and body. His hair was a shock of nearly white blond. For a
moment Bard was literally speechless. He managed to pull himself
together a moment later.
Bard Bowman. Mr. Oropherion asked to me to meet him here.”
man looked him up and down, cocked his head to the side with a slight
upturn coming to his lips, and gestured for him to come in. Bard
edged himself inside the door, expecting Elrond to follow, but
instead when he looked behind him, Elrond was walking away and the
door was shutting. Bard came to the middle of the room and looked
around. No one else was here but him and the other man, and the room
itself was not only perfectly clean, very efficient and business
looking, but also very cold feeling. This room conveyed no sense of
warmth. It was a place of business, and business only. He did spot a
wine and liqueur bar off to the far wall, a couple of personal items
in view, pictures mostly, but nothing more than that. The desk was
just as large as the secretary’s, with a two monitor system computer,
that he noted was not only the latest edition, but powerful enough to
hack into a government website if the person wanted to.
man approached him and held out a hand, “I am Thranduil Oropherion.
Forgive me, it’s been a very stressful day.”
recognized the voice, and took the hand in his. He noted it was
callused and rough like a laborer’s hand would be, or someone who at
the very least indulged in something that required lifting and lots
of use of hand work. He also couldn’t help noticing how tall he was
at this point. Bard only came up to his chin.
quite alright.” He made an open gesture. “How can I help you?”
tall man grinned. “Right into business then? I like that.” He
gestured to a set of leather chairs sitting in front of the huge
desk, “Please have a seat.” He walked over to the stand where the
alcohol lay out, “Would you care for a drink?”
almost didn’t register the question at first as he was too busy
noticing the long, low ponytail of white-gold hair that the man had
which reached to his waist, not to mention, he couldn’t help noticing
the man’s very taut ass. Bard was bi-sexual, and while he tended to
go for women more than men, this guy was sending his senses off the
um, no. I’m driving tonight.”
proceeded to put some ice in a glass, and pour a large glass of what
looked to be scotch in it, before turning and coming to his seat. He
sat after putting the glass down, and looked across the desk at Bard
as he crossed one leg over the other.
I mentioned over the phone this afternoon, I had some property
opened his mouth to give the usual speech about alerting the police,
but the man put a hand up to silence him.
know what you’re about to advise. Contact the police, let them make a
report. Perhaps I’ll get it back in one piece someday, yes?” His
eyebrows came up in mock inquiry. Bard only nodded, then sat back in
his chair to listen to the man’s explanation as to why he didn’t want
to. “You see, the problem here is not that I do not know who took
it. I just need to why, and who has it now. Of course, I’d like to
see it returned, but if not, considering the circumstances…” The
blond haired man trailed off and took a drink of his whiskey.
gave the man a puzzled look before he asked, “Who do you believe
has stolen it then Mr. Oropherion? And more to the point what was
man’s blue-gray eyes narrowed for a moment at the question. Then he
got up once more and walked to a wall opposite him. He clicked on a
button that was all but hidden save an almost invisible line, and it
swung forward to reveal a safe. The man keyed in the combination, and
opened it. He took out a picture, and presented it to Bard.
studied it. It was a necklace of diamonds and pearls. An exquisite
thing that any woman would want about their neck.
was the necklace my late wife wore on our wedding day. It is worth
roughly five million dollars.” Bard nearly dropped the photograph,
as he looked up at the man in shock, “I keep it in this safe.” He
pointed to the safe behind him, and continued, “I check it’s
contents daily. This morning I found the necklace gone.”
hesitated before daring to ask his question. “Who do you think has
taken it? How many people have access to the safe?”
looked away, closing his eyes and sighing heavily. His hands fidgeted
for a moment at his sides before he walked back over to his desk and
sat down. He took another sip of his liqueur before answering,
“Counting yourself, there are only four people in this world that
have any knowledge of the safe’s existence. The first of course is
myself, you, the contractor who designed the area for it to be placed
in, and hidden… and finally… my son.” The man bit his lip and
closed his eyes with a shake of his head. When he opened them he took
another sip of his beverage, and turned his eyes on Bard.
was intermingling with attraction at this point, and the attraction
was dulling his senses. He shook it off. “You believe,” he paused
for second, shifted in his seat before he looked at Thranduil with a
furrowed brow, “that your son may have taken it?”
put, yes, I do.” Thranduil answered sitting back in his chair,
drink in hand.
shook his head. His son? “What reason do you possibly think he
could have to do it?”
shrugged. “That’s one of the reasons I wanted to hire you, and also
considering who it is that I suspect has done it, you understand why
I do not want to involve the police.”
head was nodding in understanding and agreement at this thought.
“Have you confronted him about it? Gotten any possible ideas what
he did with it?”
and no.” Thranduil drained the last of the amber liquid from the
glass and set it down on the desk. “I have confronted him. He
denies it of course, but I know he is lying. A father can always tell
when his son is lying. But because he is denying it, I have no idea
what he did with it, or why he took it in the first place.”
hung his head and blinked several times as he thought. This is going
a whole lot of no where very fast! He unconsciously made a hopeless
sighed heavily, “I know it’s not much to go on. Nothing really. But
I assure you money is no object, and whatever you require, I will be
more than happy to provide. While the necklace is precious to me, as
it was my wife’s, my son is more so. I fear… he may have gotten
involved with some rather less than auspicious groups of people.”
face contorted into a look of concern. Was this man eluding to mafia
connections? The blond merely stared at him silently. There was a
pleading in those eyes, and the lips had become a thin line as he
watched Bard’s reactions.
can not guarantee results Mr Oropherion. I am by no means a top
investigator in this city. “ He hated to say his next words, but he
felt he should, “Perhaps I am not the best person to ask to take on
this case sir. I…” He looked around him suddenly embarrassed. “I
am not sure I will be able to handle anything like this. I have a
family, and I can’t afford anything… unsavory to happen to me, if
you understand my meaning sir. I’m all my kids got.”
watched Thranduil look away, then back again. He was considering
something. He eyed Bard and got up with his glass, and went back over
to the table, pouring himself another glassful.
I think I have the perfect man for the job then,” Thranduil said,
before he turned around giving Bard a pointed look. “You understand
my plight more than anyone.” He crossed the room again, but
remained standing. He put the glass on the desk and bent forward
becoming eye level with Bard. “I had you checked out before I
called you. I know you’re the right person for this job Mr.
eyes went wide for a moment and he felt his mouth open in
astonishment. He forced himself to snap out of and force his
expression into a neutral one. “You had me investigated
before you called me?”
course. But I can’t have just anyone coming in here to discuss family
business with. Not to mention the location of my more precious
belongings.” Thranduil’s eyes flickered over to the safe for a
moment then back to Bard. “Take the case, Mr. Bowman. I will make
sure your children are well cared for while you are on it.”
felt like he would be pinned to the ground by the intensity of the
stare Thranduil was giving him. He nodded and in a quiet voice said,
“Alright, when would you like me to begin?”
stood back up to his full height as he considered the dark-haired man
before him. He was slightly shorter than him, streaks of white were
beginning to thread their way through a head full of soft black
curls. His face had a well groomed thin mustache, soul patch and chin
beard. He was dressed in a dark, navy suit, the tie just a shade
lighter than the suit. The shirt appeared to have the slightest hint
of navy blue stitches sewn into the fabric. The shoes, black and
slightly scuffed on the sides were still polished and shiny. While
most wouldn’t think too much of this, Thranduil did. By caring how
he looked, he obviously cared how his clients viewed him. The suit
was not tailor-made or name brand, which made no difference to
Thranduil, he knew this man couldn’t afford anything of that nature,
but his grooming and dress was definitely well cared for.
if possible. As for where, I was hoping you would have an idea of
where you should begin to be honest,” Thranduil commented, sat back
down, gathered his drink in his hands, and leaned back in his seat
once more releasing the man from his gaze. He couldn’t help noting
their soft brown color, and wondered briefly if his eyes were perhaps
hazel. He was actually very pleasing to look at. Thranduil was the
type of person who didn’t pay much attention to gender, as much as
the individual themselves, albeit friendship or even more intimately.
The person needed to strike a cord with him. This humble,
dark-haired man who seemed a great deal more exhausted and worried
than most individuals would notice, managed to do that.
enough,” he nodded in understanding, “I suppose I should first
exam the case you kept the necklace in, then I’d like to speak to
your son at the earliest convenient time,” Bard replied softly with
a furrowed brow as he seemed to be thinking aloud. He turned to look
at the open safe.
course,” Thranduil gestured to the wall safe, “be my guest.”
watched as the man stood, and stretched his legs, without trying to
make it seem like he had done so, then crossed the room to the safe.
He watched him rummage about in it, then lift out of the steel case
he kept it in the velvet covered box that had housed it since he had
given it to his wife on their wedding day to wear. He opened it, he
was able to see the man was taking in the outlines the necklace had
made over the years on the velvet inside it. He looked up at
Thranduil thoughtfully for a moment, closed the box and returned it,
took a brief glance around at the rest of the contents and then,
returned to the seat he had been in before.
pulled out a notebook and shortened ballpoint pen from him pocket,
clicked the pen, and sat down. “Also, I don’t mean to give you the
wrong impression, but I do have to ask where you were, and what you
did between last night and this morning.
let out a bark of laughter at this, then gathering his senses he
stated still with some mirth in his voice, “Of course! You can’t
rule me out just because I own the thing.” He let his smile fade,
but was still amused by this, “I was home – alone of course,
except for the maid. She left at 9:30 last night I believe. After
that, not a soul can vouch for me aside from the security guards
here.” He made an open gesture to his surroundings, and drained his
of course,” Bard stammered looking away in thought.
watched him silently. The other man sat before him several minutes
without speaking, making notes every now and then. Finally, he looked
up. “My apologies, I prefer to make my immediate notes in cases
like this in the place of crime. That way it’s still fresh in my
nodded, “Perfectly understandable. “
mentioned the security guards would know who would come in and out of
here at all times, correct?”
nodded again as he confirmed it, “If the ones at the front doors
miss it for whatever reason, there are still security cameras
everywhere.” He pointed to an area behind them where a black
security camera hung just low enough to be seen. Bard noted it and
made another sentence in his notebook, then shifted to put the
notebook back in his pocket.
it’s reasonable to think that you basically caught your son on the
cameras taking the necklace?” Bard asked with a considerate tone of
it is. In fact,” Thranduil bent down and pulled open the bottom
door to his desk, and brought out the dvd he had the security team
make of the night before, “the security footage is right here.”
He held it up, laid it on the desk and slid it across to Bard. He was
having a hard time keeping his emotions in check over this.
shrugged as he took it up and turned it over in his hands before
looking back up at Thranduil, “Well, you did say you knew who did
Thranduil looked down, deciding to let some of his concern actually
show, “I will not be pressing charges. I just need to know why he
did it. Who has it now, and of course, if it can be returned. Please,
understand, it’s not that I don’t think he should have punishment
over this, but prison over stealing something that he could have just
taken if he asked, is another. The necklace is as much his, as it is
mine. He is my only son. My only child in fact.” He looked back up
at the man who was returning it with sympathetic eyes. “I’m sure
didn’t give a verbal answer. He only broke eye contact and nodded
turning the DVD over in his hands once more. Finally, Bard looked up
at him as they had sat in silence for several tense moments. “Well,
I think I have everything I need to get started.”
let his practiced, public smile come to his face, “Very good. Will
you wish to speak to my son here or at our residence?” as he stood
and began crossing the room with the other man.
looked around. “Perhaps at home. It’s been my experience that kids
talk easier if they are in a familiar environment. How old is your
son by the way?” Bard asked as they walked to the door.
You know, the perfect age to get in trouble – real trouble.”
Thranduil opened the door for Bard, and seen him turn to look around
it is. Um, sorry, one last question. Elrond, I think is his name,
mentioned there are four elevators that lead here. Where are they
walked into the lobby and pointed each one out. The one in the back
was the one he took the most interest in, but made no comment
regarding it. Thranduil knew why however, it was the only one Legolas
could have come up to without being seen immediately by the security
guard by the door. The video would confirm it.
uses key cards to come in correct?” Bard asked as they returned to
the main portion of the lobby.
even Legolas. He also has a key to the safe box I keep the necklace
in. He comes in to check the contents for me if I am unable.”
Thranduil told him as they came to the elevator Bard originally came
to the floor in.
okay… those are the only things I can think of at this moment.”
Thranduil smiled and took a business card from his suit pocket to
hand to Bard, “Oh, your home address so that I can speak with your
son in the morning.”
course. May I borrow your pen?” Bard fished the pen out of his
pocket, and handed it to him. Thranduil quickly scribbled the address
on the back of another business card, and handed it and the pen to Bard. “The phone numbers I wrote on
the back will ring directly to me.”
you. I’ll try to be at your house at 10 o'clock.Good night Mr.
The doors slid open to the elevator. “Please just call me
Thranduil. Good night, Mr. Bowman.” The doors slid shut before the
other man could reply.
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Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be. In time all foul things come forth.