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The Long and Winding Road	By : kathmco Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I seek only to borrow from Tolkien's genius, and do not seek to profit from this writing in any way.
Chapter 11

Calla sat on the pallet, alone in the talan, her knees drawn up to her chest. Haldir had left shortly before to run errands, although he would not share with her what those errands werehe whe was curious, wondering if visiting his many lovers in the city was the reason that he had left her alone so soon after arriving. Certainly, she shouldn't care in the least whether or not he sought pleasure with another lover - he had been perfectly honest and frank about his people's beliefs, and hadn't batted an eye when he had walked in on her and Legolas. Thinking of the three of them in Mirkwood, and again at the hot spring brought a tingle of warmth between her thighs. Still, it bothered her a bit - after all, she couldn't possibly compete with the lithe, silver-haired goddesses she had seen strolling about the wooden walkways of the city.
"Come to me."
Calla's head jerked up, looking around the room for the person who belonged to the silky voice that had just issued the summons. She was completely alone in the talan. Rising from the pallet she peeked outside the door, but there was no one near enough to have spoken to her.
"Come to me."
Suddenly realizing that the voice was in her head alone, Calla's brows knitted together in a frown.
"Get OUT of my head," she thought, as forcefully as she could.
"Do not fight me…come to me."
"I said, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Calla's inner voice screamed.
"Do not shout…it is unbecoming of one so lovely. COME TO ME!" the voice insisted.
"Don't tell me not to shout - you're invading my privacy. I want you out of my head THIS INSTANT!" Calla replied, bellowing the last two words, and mentally slamming a door shut on the offending voice in her mind. Silence greeted her, and she was relieved that her own voice was the only one she heard in her head.

Galadriel's lovely features twisted in a most unbecoming mask of fury as she paced back and forth in her chambers.
"She refused! She refused a direct order! How dare she? How did she force me from her thoughts? No one was ever able to do that! She will NOT get away with such disrespect…Orophin!" Galadriel called to the Elf who was reclining on her pallet in the royal chamber.
Picking his head up insolently from the pillow, Orophin looked lazily at the Lady of Light as she continued to pace. He'd never seen her this angry before, and was very glad he wasn't on the receiving end of her wrath. Still, she had kept him up nearly all night with her insatiable appetite, and he did not feel like moving at the moment.
She turned her glowing blue eyes on the Elf, mentally goosing him off the pallet. He sprang to his feet, realizing that this was not the time to appear indifferent. "My Lady?" he asked, standing at attention. The fact that he was comely ely naked made him feel a bit foolish assuming the proper stance of a warden addressing the Lady, but he did it anyway.
"Bring her to me. I want her in this chamber NOW! Do you understand?"
"Yes, My Lady…what about Haldir?"
"Your brother has left the talan. He is the one who has brought this…this…human here - I have no wish to speak with him at the moment. I'll decide on his punishment later."
"So, the Golden Elf has fallen from The Lady's favor…it's about time," Orophin thought to himself, smiling, as he threw his clothes on. He had played second fiddle to his older brother for Galadriel's affections for far too long, and was pleased to see her every bit as angry at Haldir as she was at the mortal. "This is going to be so much fun…I hope she allows me to watch!" he smiled, bowing to Galadriel as he left her chambers.
Quickly traversing the wooden walkways, keeping an eye out for Haldir, he found his way to his brother's talan. He silently slipped inside the talan without knocking, finding the woman with her back to the door. Pausing, he drank in the sight of the lovely woman, dressed in pale blue gauze that showed her every curve and hollow. Without a sound, he walked up behind her, quickly wrapping one arm firmly around her waist and clamping the other over her mouth.
"Do not utter a sound," he whispered, as she immediately began to thrash and struggle. He held her firm, telling her that he would be all too happy to snap her neck if she gave him any problems at all.
Calla felt panic rise in her chest, clenching at her heart. Reacting from pure adrenaline and gut instinct, she bit down hard on the hand that covered her mouth.
Bellowing in pain, Orophin spun her around and responded with a hard fist to the side of her head, knocking her unconscious. Picking up her limp form, he left the talan with Calla in his arms. To any curious Elf who happened to glance in his direction, he explained that the woman was ill, and that he was taking her to The Lady for healing. The story was plausible, and no one thought twice of the tall Elf carrying the woman toward the Royal household.

As Calla slowly regained her senses, she realized that a number of things were very, very wrong. First, she couldn't see a thing, which puzzled her for a moment until she realized that she was blindfolded. Second, she was standing up, but she was unable to lower her arms, which were outstretched above her head, or move her legs without feeling resistance. It dawned on her that she had beied ied to something, although who or what would do such a thing was beyond her ken. She could feel tight cuffs on her wrists and ankles, tight enough to nearly cut off her circulation. Third, a wad of something had been shoved into her mouth. She tried to scream, but could voice no sound other than a hoarse moan deep in her throat. Beginning to panic, she thrashed her body from side to side, twisting it, until her arms began to ache from the stress.
It wasn't until she felt cold fingers lightly trailing down her spine that she realized that she had also been stripped naked.
"No use in fighting, mortal. You are about to learn what happens to ungrateful, common wenches who defy the wishes of the Lady of Light."
The voice was familiar - Calla immediately placed it as the same voice she had heard in her head in the talan. Galadriel.
The voice came from Calla's immediate right, close enough for her to feel Galadriel's breath on her skin. "Never has anyone refused me when I called them…after tonight, neither will you."
Calla flinched when she felt something sting her backside. She bit down hard on the gag, wishing that she could spit it out and let loose the torrent of obscenities at Galadriel that were sitting on the tip of her tongue.
Again and again Calla's soft flesh was struck with the whip-like instrument, Galadriel's laughter mocking her with every stroke. The beating stopped for a moment, although Calla's buttocks burned still.
Gasping and trying to pull backwards away from the cold hands she now felt touching her breasts, Calla was helpless to avoid the fingers that pulled and twisted her nipples. The cold metal clamps that Galadriel was attaching to her nipples hurt worse than the whipping, and Calla could feel the weight of the chain that linked them together and pulled on her breasts.
Tears edged their way down her cheeks from under the blindfold, triggered not so much by the pain but by the humiliation she was being forced to endure. Calla's head was rocked back by a fierce openhanded slap, as Galadriel commanded her to stop crying.
Her entire body stiffened as she felt Galadriel's cold fingers sliding down the crack in her buttocks, searching for her opening. Her screams, muffled by the gag, were no louder than whispers, but still grated her throat raw as Galadriel slid her finger deep into Calla's unprepared entry. Twisting and turning in a fury, Calla fought to rid herself of the unwanted penetration, but to no avail. Again, Galadriel's soft laughter taunted her.
"I would have made it so pleasant for you, had you but answered my call obediently. I have had eons to perfect the art of sex, and am renown for my ability to give pleasure to those whom I choose. I have had an equal amount of time to practice the art of pain, and it is this expertise that you shall feel instead!" Jerking her finger away from Calla, she grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenching Calla's head back so hard, that Calla felt the muscles in her neck stretch painfully. With her bare hand, Galadriel began to beat Calla on the rear and thighs, leaving red handprints over the welt marks left by the whip.
Suddenly, Calla heard a door slam open in the room, and a deep, unfamiliar voice call out in Elvish. She felt Galadriel freeze, then answer the voice in a cold, harsh tone.
Calla heard a slap, and a gasp. More angry words were shouted, both by Galadriel and the unfamiliar Elf. Hearing another loud slap, Calla strained to try to figure out what was happening. She didn't know who was slapping whom, but hoped fervently that it was Galadriel on the receiving end. Footsteps and a slamming door were no clue as to who had won the shouting-slapping match.
She felt relief as the nipple clamps were removed from her breasts. Her arms were released from their bonds, and she began to fall, her legs failing to hold her weight. Strong arms caught her and lowered her gently to the floor, all the while that deep, unfamiliar voice whispered soothingly to her in Elvish. She didn't understand the words, but understood the intention, and was grateful. Her legs were unchained next, then the gag from her mouth was removed. Her blindfold was the last to be removed, her eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the harsh red light in the room. Her savior was a handsome Elf, who appeared older than Haldir to her eyes. His deep blue eyes were compassionate, his long, flowing silver hair settled about his shoulders like a cape, framing the kind look on his face.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the pallet, laying her down on its soft pillows. Covering her with a sheet of silk, he tenderly brushed the hair from her eyes, and the tears from her cheeks.
"I am Celeborn, Lord of these Woods. I know that you are called Calla, and that Haldir brought you here in response to our order to find Tolkien and his writings. I cannot begin to apologize for the horrendous treatment you have received at my wife's hands. I can only promise you that she will feel my wrath shortly, and will pay for this atrocity, as will any who have abetted her."
"Thank you for coming in when you did, Lord Celeborn," Calla tried to say, but her throat was so raw that all she could manage was a raspy moaning sound.
"Speak not, Little One…I have called for the healers - they will arrive shortly - who will help you. You'll be as good as new in no time. I offer you the whole of my city at your disposal. Anything you wish is yours for the asking."
Tears welled in Calla's eyes again, this time from both gratitude and the frustration of not being able to express it. Celeborn gently wiped them from her cheeks, bending to place a soft kiss upon her lips. "Rest now, Lady Calla. The healers are here, and will send you into a healing sleep. When you awake, you will feel much better."
Calla saw two more Elves approach from behind Celeborn, concern in their eyes. One knelt next to Calla, and, smiling, put his hand gently on her forehead, whispering in Elvish.
Her eyes grew heavy, and she slept.
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