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Hope and Despair	By : Nathalia Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 4641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. This should be obvious.
Summary: What If the line of Kings had never fallen? Isildur hated Elrond for trying to destroy the One Ring. The Elves of Rivendell are at war and the rest have fled Arda. What happens when the Crown Prince of Gondor meets the daughter of Elrond?

Note: For the purpose of this story, Sauron was killed when Isildur cut the ring from his hand. There is no Dark Lord to unite against, Arathorn was not killed by Orcs and Aragorn was not raised by Elrond.

Some characters will be acting very OOC at first. Bear with me and don�t flame.

Chapter One

Arwen cursed mentally as she stumbled again, hating the dress that slowed her down and tripped her as she ran from her pursuers.
She had been told how all this had started, despite not having been born at the time. It had been after the Last Alliance of Men and Elves, when her father had tried to convince Isildur to destroy the One Ring. Isildur had refused, and had hated Lord Elrond for the attempt to destroy it. Only a few years after that, Isildur�s wife had been killed in an accident when her party had stumbled across a skirmish between some of the remaining orcs and a group of elves. The Queen had been slain by an elven arrow, and war had been declared only a few months later.
Even now, millennia after, it still raged. Elves may be immortal, but, as Elrohir had put it, �the Edain breed like rabbits�. The elves of Imladris were the only ones left in Middle Earth and the race of Men continued to multiply.
Now Imladris itself had been attacked. Lord Elrond had told his daughter to hide then run at the first opportunity. It would have worked, except one of the mortal soldiers had seen her and raised the alarm.
Now she ran, hearing them draw closer with every second. Her brothers had told her horror stories of what the Edain did to captured elleth, and Arwen did not wish first-hand experience.
Glancing over her shoulder again, Arwen tripped on a root and went sprawling. Sadly, this time the soldiers were close enough to surround her before she could start running again. A blow to the back of her head rendered her unconscious.

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When Arwen re-awoke, she was bound and blindfolded, and resting in what was probably a cart, to judge from the noises and bumpy motion. Someone came up behind her and placed a cloth over her nose and mouth. Arwen faintly recognised the smell of various herbs that her father had often used to sedate patients as she drifted back into oblivion.

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The next time she greeted the world, Arwen was in a stone room. The blindfold was gone and her legs were free, but her hands were still tied in front of her. She shivered, hating the lack of sunlight and nature. She did not have time to contemplate, however, as the sound of booted feet came nearer to her prison.

The door opened and four guards entered. None of them spoke as they pulled her to her feet and escorted her out.
Arwen looked around as they led her away, recognizing landmarks from her geography lessons. She was in Minas Anor, where the Kings of Numenor lived and ruled. From this, she concluded that she was being led to either the interrogation chambers, or wherever King Arathorn spoke to his prisoners of war.

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It turned out to be the latter.
Arwen was led into a room and forced onto her knees before a man she assumed to be King Arathorn. Looking up, her attention was drawn to a young man nearby.

He had the dark hair and steel-grey eyes of Numenor, and a tall, athletic build. He would have been handsome, Arwen thought, if only his face was not so stern, his eyes not so cold.
Arwen was snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of King Arathorn�s voice saying �. . . Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond, and now yours to do with as you wish, my son.�
What! She was to act as a servant to this. . . This, Mortal!? Not while she had a choice in the matter!

As if reading her thoughts, the young man gave a soft laugh. �That�s just it, she-elf. You don�t have a choice.�
Arwen glared at him. He laughed again, then pulled her to her feet and pulled her after him as he left the room.

She tried to wrench out of his hold, but he only tightened his grip. Finally he stopped, whirling her to face him. A sudden, irrational fear grew inside her as he growled �Would you prefer going around in a collar and chain?�

Arwen hurriedly shook her head, eyes wide. She did not reply, but lowered her eyes in submission, when he spoke again. �Then stop struggling.�

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They eventually reached a plain door, guarded with a soldier on each side. Both straightened as they approached, bowing to the young man. �Prince Aragorn.�
Ah. So that was his name. Aragorn.
Aragorn inclined his head to them as one opened the door and pulled Arwen after him.
As soon as the door shut, Arwen yanked herself free and spun around to face the prince, fury blazing in her eyes. Unfortunately, Aragorn had gripped her gown when she pulled herself free, causing it to tear and expose her from the waist up.

Blushing furiously and holding the torn gown closed, Arwen hissed at the prince, �I will never be your servant, Edain prince! I am so far above you that you have a better chance of reaching the moon!�
To her increasing fury, Aragorn only smirked. �I�m not sure that being a servant was what Father had in mind when he gave you to me. Besides which, elf or not, you are still a slave. My slave, to be exact. I would not go getting ideas above your new station.� He side-stepped as Arwen lunged at him. �You should be grateful, really. The other choice was for you to be given to the army and let them decide your fate.�
Arwen froze mid-swing. It did not take a great deal of imagination to interpret what the most likely result of that would have been.
Aragorn�s expression said that he knew the answer to that just as well as she did. Faced with the two choices, Arwen made her decision. Hating Aragorn, herself, and the circumstances that brought this to pass, she let go of the ripped sides of her gown, allowing them to fall away and bare herself to the prince�s gaze.
The prince only raised an eyebrow. �You changed your mind, I take it.� It was a statement, not a question.
Arwen glared, then lowered her eyes. �I do not wish to be given to the army. What will you have me do? Is there something wrong with what you see?�
Aragorn gave a predatory smile. �I see a delicious body ripe for the taking, absolutely nothing wrong with it, except for the ears. I think that you already know what is to be expected of you. Come here.�
Arwen nervously approached him, still naked down to her hips. Aragorn trailed his fingers over her stomach, reaching where the tear in her dress stopped. A swift jerk, and the gown was on the floor, leaving her clad in only the barest of her undergarments. Automatically, Arwen tried to cover herself, but found her hands pulled away as Aragorn dragged her toward him. She stumbled forward, feeling him grip her jaw, and then the next moment he had claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss. It felt like he was trying to steal the very breath from her lungs and it seemed an eternity before he released her, letting Arwen gasp for air.

The prince circled her, taking in every detail of her body as he spoke. �Perform well and you will be rewarded. Displease me or try to escape, and the consequences will not be pleasant.�
He had come in a full circle and stood in front of her again. At some point, he had shed his tunic, revealing a slimly muscular torso and broad shoulders. Arwen was willing to bet that the rest of his body was much the same.

�You will make no sound unless I say so. If I order you to do something, you will obey without question.� Arwen opened her mouth to protest, Aragorn cut her off �You will learn your place, slave. You live only for my pleasure. If I want you, you will serve me whenever, however and wherever I choose. Do you understand?�

Knowing when to admit at least temporary defeat, Arwen nodded her head. She watched apprehensively as Aragorn quickly shed the rest of his clothing, then advanced. Arwen matched him step for step, backing away until her legs came into contact with the bed, causing her to fall.
Arwen landed on her back, breath expelling from her lungs in a great whoosh. Before she could move he was on top of her, pinning her to the mattress and tearing away her undergarments. Out of reflex, she tried to squirm away, but froze as she felt something pressing against her abdomen.
She looked down, eyes widening in fascinated horror as she saw an impressive erection. Arwen tried to squirm away, but stopped when she realized that it was a futile effort and only excited him more.

A spike of terror shot through the elf-maiden. There was no way that that would fit inside her! Icy fear wormed it�s way into her heart as it became obvious that Aragorn did not share the opinion.
Aragorn raised an eyebrow and gave her a significant look. Remembering the threatened consequences should she fail to please, Arwen spread her legs, sending a silent prayer to Elbereth that it would be over quickly and not hurt too much.

Unfortunately, the aforementioned Valier seemed to be preoccupied. Pain struck her as the Edain Prince forced his fingers inside her, stretching her open. Trying to focus through the fear and pain that started to overwhelm her, Arwen�s body responded, becoming wet in a desperate attempt to lessen the friction and make Aragorn�s motions smoother.
He shifted on top of her, freeing one hand and bringing it to her ears. �I am told that elf ears are very stimulating,� he stroked her ear from lobe to tip. Arwen bit back a moan, Aragorn smirked, continuing. He lowered his mouth to her ear, breath tickling her, �and sensitive.� He suddenly bit the point of her ear, earning a pained wince.
Aragorn suddenly removed his fingers from her, forcing her hands above her head and holding them there as he slammed into her still too tight passage, claiming her mouth as if to swallow her scream as he tore her maidenhead.
Arwen felt as though she were being torn apart as he ravaged her body. Her breath escaped in ragged pants and gasps as his mouth left hers and travelled lower, marking her neck on it�s way to her chest. Aragorn took her breast in his mouth, sucking and biting as he forced himself into the elleth�s tight hole.
Arwen�s gasps turned into moans as one of her legs was lifted and wrapped around Aragorn�s waist, making his angle of penetration deeper. He drew away from her chest, moving up her body to hiss in her ear, �Beg me, elven whore. Beg me as your master.�
Arwen�s voice was broken as she spoke between gasps. �Please� Master.�

His voice was tight with lust. �Please, what, slave? Please, let you go? Please, show you mercy? Please, fuck you until you cannot move?� Aragorn�s eyes were hard, indicating what her answer had better be.
She let out a cry as he pulled out completely, then thrust back in, each word punctuated by a gasp or moan. �Please � Master. Please� fuck me like a whore until I can�t move! Aaah!�
The last word ended in a scream as she felt him stiffen and hot seed pour into her abused body. Aragorn grunted as he exploded inside of the beautiful elf-maiden. He smiled inwardly as she attempted to stifle whimpering sobs. This was what he had been commanded to do; to break the elf, to make her pay for the crimes of her people.

Still buried inside of the weeping elf�s vagina, Aragorn felt himself begin to harden again as he envisioned the many ways that he could accomplish this. Wishing he had more time to explore the possibilities, but knowing that his father would soon expect him back for his various lessons, Aragorn rose and pulled out of his captive, who quickly tried to mask her relief.
Not fast enough. Aragorn grabbed her by her long, raven-dark hair, yanking her head into what must have been an uncomfortable position. �You were told to make no noise unless ordered. Perhaps we should find a better use for that pretty mouth of yours.�

The elf (Arwen, if he recalled correctly) widened her tear-washed eyes as she caught his meaning, trying to convey a plea for him not to.
The plea was ignored as Aragorn guided her head to his semi-erect penis, forcing her to take it in her mouth. Her tongue fluttered against him as she tried to accommodate his length. Fisting his hand in her hair, Aragorn pressed her forward as she gagged and choked when he hit the back of her mouth.
Arwen could taste Aragorn and a faint trace of herself as he moved in and out of her mouth, making her grab onto his hips for balance as he forced her head up and down his shaft. She could feel him becoming hard in her mouth as she sucked and licked him, like a rod of hot steel encased in velvet, and again she wondered how something this large could fit inside her.

Suddenly her new master (she refused to say �owner�, even if she had become a slave) pushed her head down as far as possible, nose grinding into his abdomen and throat muscles contracting around him as he forced her to swallow all of him, repeating the motion over and over again.

Her mouth and nose were held shut when he finally came, making her drink his sperm or suffocate.
Temporarily satisfied, Aragorn stood and re-dressed, then looked over his shoulder at the naked Arwen. Almost as an afterthought, he spoke to her, a clear warning. �A servant will come by shortly with appropriate clothing. Do not try to escape or fade. More of your people are held prisoner and for each hour that you fade or are missing, one of them will die.�
He left the room, instructing the guards that she was not to leave until he gave orders to the contrary.
Arwen curled up into a corner as the full reality of her situation came crashing down upon her. Any number of her people were held captive, and their fates depended on her behavior and the whim of the prince who held her slave.

For her people, dead or captive, or alive and in hiding, Arwen wept, and prayed for the stregnth to find a way out of this waking nightmare.

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Ok, I�m probably going to get any number of people complaining that everyone is out of Character, yada yada yada.

To all of you, please remember that the history of Middle Earth does not show mercy or kindness to One�s enemies as happening even once in a while. In this AU story, Aragorn and Arwen are separated by millenia of hereditary hatred between the two races. This may or may not change in later chapters, but just bear with it for now.
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