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Title: In the Name of Faith (10/?)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/?

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just borrowing them.

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could think of)

Author's note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not like it, do leave.
Very, very sorry for the extremely slow update, I've been so busy. So I typed as fast as I could, and this is what I came up with. Forgive me for any mistake.

Thank you betas Megan and Alasse (Alasse is having her birthday. Everyone, say happy birthday to her). And thank you Red for all the wonderful advice.
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Chapter Ten
After the incident with Gildor, Legolas didn't come to visit Glorfindel for more than a week, and the Imladris elf had almost gone mad with worry.

The seneschal tossed restlessly on his bed, as dreadful thoughts of what could have happened to Legolas kept filling his mind. He was very sure that something terrible had befallen on the young elf, for it was very unlikely for Legolas to abandon him in such a long period of time. Glorfindel missed him terribly, and more than anything else, felt like killing himself for putting more trouble to the young elf's already horrible life.

He meant it every word, when he took his vow over him. Upon hearing his tale, Glorfindel was confident that the youngster would not last much longer living with so many people hating him, moreover when his own family kept treating him like he was meaningless to them. Legolas was tremendously strong for having survived until now, but it was just a matter of time before he would succumb to his own grief, and then finally to his death. And Glorfindel loved him too much to let that to happen.

Glorfindel himself was not really sure of what kind of chances Legolas would have by living in Rivendell, for the long time hate between the Noldo and the Sinda might add some burdens upon the youngster's hope of a prosperous live. But Glorfindel had sworn to protect him, thus he promised to himself that he would do everything within his power to ensure the welfare of the young elf. After all, that was the least he could do.

The seneschal kicked himself off from his thoughts as his ears caught the sound of the door being opened, and in the next second Felenduir entered the room with two guards tailing behind him.

Glorfindel stiffened and immediately lifted his body into a sitting position. There was no mistaking in Felenduir's meaning by coming here. Glorfindel's instinct told him that it related with the last incident with Gildor, and that now he had to face the consequences for it. Glorfindel fully trusted his instinct, as it never betrayed him before. So he sat waiting, feeling almost certain that his life would come neared to its end.

"Well met, my lord," Felenduir greeted scornfully, halted a few feet away from the bed and signaled his men to approach the captive elf. "It is nice to see that you are well. My brother demanded to see you. You will be released from these chains, but I warned you not to dare yourself to make any slightest attempt of escaping."

"What if I do?" Glorfindel spat, not being able to contain the loathing in his voice.

"Then it will be that Greenleaf who will receive my wrath instead of you," Felenduir gave out a triumphant smile when he saw distress appeared on the seneschal's face upon hearing his words, and asked mockingly. "You do not want anything folly to happen to him, do you?"

Glorfindel glared dagger at the other blond. He realized that he could do nothing except to obey, for the Sinda had already discovered his greatest weakness and that they would use it against him as long as he was here. He drew a deep breath and watched in silence as the two guards unlocked the chains and then proceeded to haul him to the door.

The small group of elves marched quietly through the long aisle of the palace, passing many doors and rounds, until at the end of a narrow passage, they finally reached the room of their destination. One of the guards opened the door and Felenduir, along with his precious prisoner, made their entrance, while the two guards waited outside.

Glorfindel scanned the chamber they just walked in. It was almost at the same size with the one he currently inhabited, except that it looked deserted and empty, saved for a small table and few chairs in the corner. Done with the brief observation, his eyes then fell quickly to the elves that were gathering at the far end of the room. Alderios was among them, standing arrogantly with five Mirkwood soldiers stood guard around him, and behind them stood the crown prince's youngest brother, Legolas.

Apart from all the bravery he had inside him, Glorfindel's stomach began to churn painfully as he caught sight of the young elf. Legolas had his back pressed tightly against the wall; both his hands were bound and lifted above his head with a thick rope that was hanging from a ceiling. Although he looked practically unharmed, except for some faint bruises on his face and neck, Glorfindel could feel uncertainty, as well as fear, started to climb into him.

He didn't expect this to occur, didn't even have any single clue that Legolas would take part of the torment that was suppose to be bestowed only to him. As much as he believed that he had prepared himself for the worst to come, but now as he gazed deeply into Legolas' blue eyes which were tinged only with fright and fear, suddenly Glorfindel didn't feel that confident anymore. Watching Legolas get tortured was definitely something he could never bear.

Felenduir gave the seneschal an impatient push on his back, forcing him to walk to the direction where his brother and Legolas were standing. Pressing calmness to himself, Glorfindel obeyed and walked forward, until he came face to face with the eldest prince of Mirkwood.

"Just as I have thought," Alderios snickered, eyeing the tall blond before him up and down. "You would comply with no resilience. This is most impressive. Who would ever guess, that the weakness of a Balrog slayer lies in a form of a docile slave by the name of Legolas Greenleaf."

"Why is he here?" Glorfindel snapped angrily, risking a slight glance at the very distressed Legolas. "He has nothing to do with this. Let him go."

"On the contrary, seneschal, "Alderios replied, enjoying every bit of the moment of tantalizing Glorfindel. "He has much to do with whatever it is I am planning to do with you. Besides, it will only spoil all the fun if I release him."

"Let.Him.Go. Alderios," Glorfindel greeted his teeth, resisting the insane urge to throw a punch at the face of the smug elf. "I am warning you."

The defiant look on Glorfindel's face seemed to raise anger within the crown prince. He took a step forward, purposely closing the distance between himself and the Noldo's lord. Glorfindel tensed abruptly at their nearness, but nevertheless held his ground, standing tall and regal with every dignity he has inside him. Hatred was sharp on the two blondes' eyes as they locked their gazes.

"Filthy Noldo and his threat," Alderios scolded, his expression was divided between curiosity and amusement. "What is this sudden protectiveness over my belonging? Do you really think that by showering him with your so-called caress and affection you will be able to rid him from my doings?"

"Why did you even bother to ask?" Glorfindel shot back. "Do you envy us? Is that why you brought him here, so then you could torture us both as a result of your blinding jealousy?"

A faint chuckle left Alderios' lips and he slowly shook his head.

"You clearly have forgetting yourself," he said calmly. "If that is so, then allow me to remind you. Legolas is far beyond your reach, seneschal, and he is not for sharing. Most of all, he belongs to me. You knew this, and yet you still granted yourself such luxury to touch what is mine." Fire flashed into Alderios' blue eyes as he continued. "You, my dear sweet lord, are obviously in need to be taught a lesson in mannerism. Legolas there already had his, much oblige to my younger brother, and I am afraid that now it is your turn. Take a good look at how we will break you."

"No one break me," Glorfindel replied quietly, almost arrogantly.

The prince raised his brows. "Really?"

Not needing to utter more word, Alderios retreated to Legolas' side and nodded to Felenduir. With a wave from the younger prince, the five Mirkwood soldiers moved forward, almost in unison surrounding the captive elf, causing Glorfindel to take some cautious steps backwards.

"We have heard," an evil grin broke onto Alderios' face. "That Elrond's seneschal is as lethal with bare hands as he is with a sword. Go ahead, Noldo, prove it to us. Let Legolas bear witness as we rip every bone in that beautiful body of yours."

"No!" Legolas began to struggle against his bindings as he watched helplessly at the fight that would take place at any second.

Glorfindel looked around him and quickly took a defensive position, as the soldiers began closing in around him from every angle, their muscles stood out, ready to fight. One look from Glorfindel, and he understood that this battle would be unbalanced and would be a dirty one. And even as a mighty warrior as he was, Glorfindel had a feeling that he would not stand too long against fveryvery strong looking soldiers, especially with no weapon in hand. But if the Sinda thought that they could bring him down without a fight, how they were so deadly wrong.

Glorfindel charged first at the elf who stood the closest to him and with an amazing quickness, backhanded him hard across the face. As the elf's head swung to the side, Glorfindel grabbed both his shoulders and rammed his knee forcefully onto the soft spot in between the elf's legs. The blond soldier howled in pain as Glorfindel' knee made a harsh contact with his shaft, possibly almost destroying it completely, and he crumpled to the ground, slowly crouching his way out of the battle.

Glorfindel whipped around fast to face the next one, just in time as the elf soldier threw himself on him, sending both of them crumbling to the ground, with Glorfindel landed on his back and his opponent on top of him. The elf caught both of the seneschal's hands and pinned them to the ground, almost certain that he had the Noldo under his grasps, but Glorfindel was far from surrendering. With strength of an accomplished fighter, he tore one hand free and then the other one. He took strong hold on both sides of the elf's face, then with all the power he could muster, twisted the golden head sharply to the side. The blond elf fell dead instantly as the bones on his neck snapped broken with a loud crack.

That was two down, three to go, and supposedlorfiorfindel could fight them all, if he wasn't too busy trying to get rid of the dead body that slumped heavily over his own, and therefore failed to register that the other three elves were already advancing closely toward him. Caught off guard, Glorfindel could only gasp as a well-aimed kick landed straight on his face. The first kick was swiftly followed by several others, enough to send his head spinning. Nausea swept over him and he slumped his head back, trying hard to get rid of the black spots that were dancing wildly in his eyes.

Recognizing that they had defeated their foe, the Sinda soldiers didn't waste any time. One of them lifted the weakened body of the seneschal, pulling him roughly to his feet, and twisted his arms behind his back. Glorfindel rebelled, but the elf behind him threw one arm around his waist, and took a strong grip at it, locking him secured. Breathing heavily, Glorfindel stood limply, his muscles tensed as he waited for the harsher punishment to come.

The other two elves then took their turn in torturing the helpless blond. They bombarded every corner of Glorfindel's face with their fists and then proceeded with his body, arms and legs, as if they were determined to break all the bones in the delicate figure. Glorfindel's body kept jerking with every violent blow that rained on him. He slumped forward and if it were not for the hand that was holding him, he would definitely have fallen to the ground. But as hurt as it could be, the seneschal refused to scream out his pain. He had too much pride to give his enemies that kind of satisfaction. So the beatings continued, and the sound of Glorfindel's muffled cries echoed pitifully around the chamber.

Watching through the whole ordeal with mounting horror, Legolas had transformed from a very desperate and angry elf into a ballistic hurricane. He twisted and pulled ever so madly against his ropes until he felt both of his wrists were going to snap, while non-stop screams of "stop" and "please" kept pouring down from his mouth. He could imagine what kind of agony that Glorfindel must have going through, and for all he knew, if the elves kept going with the beating, it was possible that the Noldo would die. Legolas' despair had reached its peak, all the coherent thoughts had fled away, and he turned to his eldest brother.

"Alderios!" the young elf roared, "If you are in so much need to torture us both, then do it to me. Let me take his place."

Alderios turned around, studying his bound brother with narrow eyes.

"Do be careful of what you wish for, little elf," Alderios threatened. "You never know if I may grant that wish of yours."

"I can take it!" Legolas screamed louder. "Do whatever you want with me. Just please, spare him. Look at him, Alderios! You could have killed him!"

"But I do not have any intention to kill him," the older elf returned. "As a matter of fact, I have another plan for him."

If possible, Legolas' eyes grew even wider. "Do not rape him, Alderios, please. Not again."

Alderios laughed softly and reached up to lay his palm on the youngster's cheek.

"Who said that I, oyoneyone, will rape him?" Silky deadliness covered the crown prince's voice, and he smiled. "Do not fret, my pretty one, that I will not do. But I do have another thing in my mind, and for all I can say, we have hardly begun with it."

Horrid shock blanched Legolas' face, his voice faltered. "What is it you wished of us, Alderios? Why are you doing this?"

But Alderios had lost interest to answer anymore questions. He turned to the commotion in the middle of the room, and ordered sternly:

"That is enough. Let him go."

At the command of their young lord, the soldiers halted and the one who held Glorfindel released his grip on the blond's body. Having not even the slightest strength to stand on his own, Glorfindel instantly slid to the ground.

Legolas gulped down a sob as he laid his eyes onto the wretched form of his beloved. Face slicked with sweat and blood, Glorfindel lied motionless on his side, trembling hard from the must-be throbbing pain that seemed to engulf him completely. The only indication that he was still alive was the movement of his chest, which was falling and rising quickly with every ragged breath that left his lips, and when he raised a palm to hold his abdomen, Legolas realized that one of his ribs must have been broken. Fear swept back to Legolas as he heard Alderios yelled his second order.

"Get Silos over here."

One of the soldiers immediately complied. He walked to the door and opened it, gesturing to whoever was out there to come inside. As if he had been waiting all along, a young blond elf then made his entry.

Legolas stared in agape, surprised at the sudden turn of event. He knew of this Silos, or better yet had heard about him than actually met him in person. Silos was a young soldier, most possibly was younger than he was, and his awkward reputation of being a master of seduction was well known. With a beauty that almost rivaled that of Legolas himself, Silos knew well how to use it for his best advantage. From the on-going rumors that were spread among the soldiers, Legolas was convinced that Silos had slept with almost every high rank officer in the Mirkwood's army, even suspected that Silos had bedded even Alderios and Felenduir, the one act that had won him many great favors from the two princes. Legolas never liked the brazen elf, and his dislike turned quickly into genuine hatred, as his eyes followed Silos walked confidently to where Glorfindel was lying and knelt down in front of him.

A sudden realization hit Legolas, and he frowned, as the thought raised the hair on the back of his neck. He didn't quite comprehend what Silos had been assigned to do to Glorfindel, but whatever it was it must have been something to do with humiliating him, to the lowest degree, if possible. What could be any other motive than that? It was what his brothers have been trying to accomplish after all. Anger crept slowly to Legolas' face, and before he could stop it, he blurted out.

"Get away from him, Silos," Legolas hissed, putting all threats into his voice. "I mean it."

Silos didn't seem to hear him, or maybe just chose not to; instead he averted his eyes to Alderios. At an approval nod from the eldest prince, the young soldier then went along with his "duty".

The room went into a deafening silence as Silos crouched near the lying figure and pushed Glorfindel's legs apart. Once he had settled himself comfortably in between the seneschal's unresisting limbs, Silos bent down and pressed his own body intimately to Glorfindel's, forcing him to feel the heat of their closeness. Roaming above the very confused and hurt Glorfindel, he ran his fingers alongside the bleeding face, while at the same time enjoying the disoriented look that came out from the Noldo.

"You are beautiful," Silos purred, eyes intent on the other blond. "Much too perfect for a Noldo. I have a feeling I will very much enjoy pleasuring you."

He bent down further as if to give Glorfindel a kiss. Glorfindel knew what he was trying to do and turned his head away in disgust.

"Get off me, you little sick," he choked out, blood dripping down from his mouth as he spoke.

But the young seducer would have none of it. He has an assignment to carry on and he would not disappoint his lords. Grabbing the side of Glorfindel's face, he forcefully turned the seneschal's head to face him, then without pity, slammed his mouth down to Glorfindel's own, crushing their lips together.

Glorfindel let out a strangled cry, more pain invaded him, as he found his already hurting mouth being violated and plundered with no mercy. His hands shot up instinctively to Silos' chest, in order to shove the youngster off him, only to have them batted away. Apparently Silos was not as fragile as he looked, and he even put more pressure to the kiss, causing Glorfindel to almost black out from the stabbing pain. Dazedly, he felt Silos' fingers unbuttoned his tunic, opening it wide and revealing his body to the prying eyes of everyone in the room.

"You even taste sweet, Noldo," Silos leered lustfully when he finally ended his conquest. "I like you. You will not regret this thing that I will do to you, that I promise you."

The Sinda lowered himself even more and drove his expert tongue through Glorfindel' bruised and battered body, teasing and stroking every inch of the seneschal's skin, and loving at the way the muscles tensed beneath his touch. When he started to play with the two nipples, it was then that Glorfindel began to shudder.

Glorfindel could not think straight. Something in his fuzzy brain told him that this was wrong. He was suppose to fight, and was not suppose to give o eao easily to this crude act of lust, not when everyone was watching and certainly NOT when Legolas was one of the spectators. But the constant pain had brought him down to nothing, he couldn't move, couldn't even breath properly, and to his greatest hr, hr, he couldn't stop his traitorous body from responding to the unbearable pleasure Silos had descended into him. Waves of dark desire started to flood through him, clouding both his mind and body, leaving him breathless with an unspent passion, and against his every will, Glorfindel could feel himself began to swell into impossible hardness.

Panic surfaced when he felt Silos' hands scrabbled at the lacing of his leggings. With all his remaining strength, Glorfindel wriggled, trying to turn to his side, but Silos put one palm right atop of his broken rib, and the pain it caused was just paralyzing. Glorfindel panted, fury and shame blended into one as the clothes finally pried open, allowing his erect member to spring free from its concealment.

Silos smiled, it seemed it was not a very hard task at all. He put a firm grip at the seneschal's belly, holding him in place but was careful not to knock him out of consciousness. Then with no slight hesitation, Silos took Glorfindel' hardened shaft fully in his mouth, eliciting a strangled groan from the desperate blond underneath him, and then almost cheerfully, the young Sinda went along with his oral ministration.

Jealousy blackened Legolas' usually light blue orbs as he fixed his eyes to the erotic picture laid before his eyes. Black mist of hatred and disgust clouded his very features, making his whole expression was almost frightening to look at. He felt, rather than saw, Alderios peered into him, most probably his brother was very much expected that he would weep at seeing this. But to his own amazement, he did not. Not even a single tear escaped his eyes, for what he felt inside was only anger. And hatred.

Somehow, in his insane mind, Legolas felt like he was supposed to be overjoyed that his brothers didn't give any more beatings to Glorfindel, instead they decided to pleasure him. easteast it would not cause any physical injury on Glorfindel, he would not die because of it, and for that Legolas should feel relief, or perhaps even grateful. Except there was only one problem: that it was supposed to be HIS hands and mouth that pleasured Glorfindel and not those of Silos's. No other being, no matter who it was and for whatever reason, could lay a hand on Glorfindel, because Glorfindel was his, and no one, not even his brothers, could treat both of them like this.

Legolas was angry beyond bf; tf; to the point he never thought that such anger would ever existed. Not to Glorfindel, he felt only pity for him, but to his brothers. He was angry that his brothers were using this as if to mock him, like it was merely a child game to them or a prank of some sort. He feared his brothers, that was true, but it was all in the past. There was no more fear, no more sadness, only fiery hatred. He hated his brothers, hated all elves in Mirkwood, hated the world, and finally he hated himself, for being unable to give any helping hand to Glorfindel. This whole thing felt like nothing but the purest of torture. No torture before this could be compared, as it struck deep not physically, but into his heart.

Legolas silently made a mental note to kill Silos for this, that was one, and two, he would kill the three soldiers that had beat Glorfindel, and then, if there was still any gut left in him, he too would end his brother's lives. There was no better and sweeter revenge than death.

Feeling like he would throw up if he watched any longer, Legolas shut his eyes. All at once, he felt Felenduir's fist in his hair.

"Open your eyes and watch, Legolas," Felenduir murmured in his ear. "Or else, I will slit his throat."

Legolas snorted, had no choice but to open his eyes, and wondered when all this would ever came to an end.

Silos made an excellent work in bringing Glorfindel into the verge of his orgasm. One look at the bloodied seneschal and he knew that Glorfindel was near his climax. He quickened his pace, and was more than ready when Glorfindel cried out and came inside his mouth. Silos swallowed all the milky substances, wiped them out clean, and climbed up to Glorfindel, gave him a tender kiss before at last stood up straight.

Glorfindel lied quivering, exhausted from all the pain and humiliation. He closed his eyes and didn't bother to make any move, not because he didn't dare to face his enemies, but simply because he had no courage to meet Legolas' eyes. He had betrayed him, no matter what the circumstances might be, and he would never know if the young elf would ever forgive him. Guilty washed over him, and for the first time in his life, Glorfindel felt like crying.

Alderios released his brother from his bindings, and made a show to look him over. Legolas stayed oddly in silence, bowing his head and massaging his wrists.

"Do you still believe that he loves you, my dear brother?" the older elf taunted. "You may say whatever lies in your head, but you have seen what took place. If he really cares about you, it would never have happened, would it not?" Mistaking Legolas' quietness as compliance, he continued on. "You poor little thing. I would be surprised if ��.. "

He never finished his words, as Legolas's fist struck him hard on the face. Alderios staggered on his feet, but managed to catch himself before he fell to the ground. In a second, Felenduir jumped to Legolas' side and grabbed the youngster's hand.

"What is it you are trying to do, pen-neth?" Felenduir asked furiously.

"You are sick, Alderios!" Legolas screamed in frustration, ignoring his second brother completely. "I witnessed nothing, and you haven't prove anything. I love Glorfindel, and he loves me, and you know nothing of what we have. Give it up, Alderios, you will never break him and you will never break me."

Felenduir raised his hand as if to give the young elf a hit, but Alderios's voice stopped him.

"Let him be!" the crown prince barked. He snatched Legolas from his brother's grip, holding both of the youngster's arms, and drew him closer to face him.

"Take the Noldo back to his room," he said to Felenduir without turning around. His eyes blazed with a maddening rage as he glared to Legolas. "As for you, proud elf, we have some unfinished matters to solve. Apparently you have not yet learned your lesson."

With those words, Alderios then stormed out of the room, dragging his angry younger brother with him.
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