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In The Name of Faith	By : acids Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 5507 -:- 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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Title: In the Name of Faith (11/?)

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.
Thank you so much to the betas Alasse and Megan, who gave me so much help with this chapter.

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Chapter Eleven

The door to Alderios's suite barked open with a loud bang, and in the next second the crown prince burst in, with a struggling form of Legolas under his grasps. Once they were inside, Alderios threw the young elf roughly to the marble floor and shut the door closed with a kick.

As soon as his body hit the ground, Legolas immediately slid backwards, putting as much safe distance as possible between himself and his raging brother. Running away was of no option, as Alderios stood blocking the door, and even if he did escape, there was nowhere he could go anyhow. So he crept, until he found a safe corner and sat there, pressing his back tightly to the wall, ever alert of Alderios's next move.

Legolas sensed clearly Alderios's anger, as well as his arousal. Seldom he saw Alderios in such of state before, and if Legolas was in his usual cowardice behavior, this whole situation was surely frightened him, possibly would even made him weep to the bone. As for now, he simply did not care.

Legolas aware that he was being a fool for delivering that inexplicable punch onto Alderios' face, and that he had to pay a great price for it. But of what kind of punishment would Alderios bring into him, Legolas didn't wish to know, and he wasn't afraid either, for he was too deep in rage to let fear slipped into him.

Alderios stared at his youngest brother with predatory stillness that could make anyone's skin crawled just by looking at him. He was angry, but was also very much aroused. Having been so, ever since he watched Glorfindel and Silos with their little show back in the torture chamber. His lust covered most of his rage, and the sight of Legolas, looking so helpless and vulnerable before him, was exciting him more than ever. Malice sparkled in Alderios's blue eyes, as he imagined all the wickedness he might performed to the blond beauty.

Silence engulfed the huge chamber as two pairs of blue eyes exchanged angry gazes, until Alderios's voice broke the air.

"Disrobe."

Stubbornness was tight on Legolas's face as he shook his head. "Nay."

Alderios took one threatening step toward his youngest, cornering him.

"Strip, and get on the bed," he repeated. His voice was deep and husky, testimonies to his lust.

Boiling anger brought haze to Legolas's mind. Being submissive was the last thing he would give. He sucked in his breath and screamed aloud.

"Why can't you just die and leave me alone?!"

Legolas's harsh response drove his brother completely out of patience. With a speed of someone being possessed, Alderios charged to his youngest. He grabbed both his shoulders, bringing him down onto the ground, and leapt atop of him. Legolas was more than ready to fight back, even that his breath was knocked out of him as he landed hard on his back. Panting breaths filled the air as the two siblings wrestled fiercely for dominance, until after some times the older and stronger elf started to take over.

Although that fury had lent him much needed strength, Legolas realized quickly that he was no match for the other elf, and that he was losing fast. Almost frantic, he managed to free one hand, and with a desperate strength, he rammed his fist to Alderios's face. As his brother reeled to one side, Legolas pushed him off him, then quickly scrambled to his feet.

To his dismay, Alderios was much tougher than he had expected. Before he could even stood properly, Legolas felt Alderios's strong hand grabbed one of his ankles. One rough yank and Legolas crumbled to the ground. The young elf dropped down, gasped loudly as his head collided hard with the stone floor.

Black spots quickly invaded his eyes, and panic was only made it much worse. Legolas tried with all he might to haul himself up, but failed terribly. It was too late anyhow, as behind blurry eyes, he caught sight of Alderios towered beside him, watching him, as if was considering what to do next.

The decision seemed to come quick. Breaths whooshed out from Legolas as Alderios landed several vicious kicks onto his body. To Legolas, it was like Glorfindel's suffering was being replayed; only this time it was he who was being the victim. Not able to do anything, Legolas lifted both arms to cover his face and curled into a fetal ball. It appeared rather ineffective to protect himself from his brother's massive attacks, but nevertheless it helped to lessen the hurt.

Tired with the kicking, Alderios draped his body once more on top of his brother, straddled him, and sat on his stomach. Pressing one palm against Legolas' chest, he raised his other fist high up in the air and brought it down fast to slam it on the youngster' cheek, again and again. Legolas's head swung sharply from side to side with every blow came upon his face, blood splashing out from his mouth and nose, to stain at his tunic and his long hair, some even staining the floor underneath him. He lost count on how many blows he actually took, but when it was finally stopped, he felt so close to unconsciousness.

Taking a full advantage of the youngster's weakness, Alderios made quick work in discarding Legolas's tunic and leggings, stripping him down naked, and then he took off his own. Once done, he parted both Legolas's thighs, and hovered above him, not forgetting to press his erection to the pink spot in between the smooth buttocks.

Alderios snatched Legolas's abandoned tunic and used it to clean all the blood on the youngster's face. Then he bent down to give his brother a soft kiss on his torn lips, his golden locks curtained at each side of Legolas' head as he looked down to the sapphire eyes.

"We can do this nicely, or you may choose the hard way," Alderios murmured, almost with a hint of gentleness in his voice. "It is your choice, pen-neth."

"Kela." Legolas spat, focusing all his remaining strength to stand the pain that would surely follow.

Alderios looked even more delightful with that answer, "Whatever you wish."

He adjusted his position in between Legolas's parted limbs, and in one swift motion, the blond prince made his forceful entry inside the young elf's body.

Legolas cried out, and arched his body to the ground, but quickly sealed his lips, determined not to emit any more sound, and not to sob as Alderios began to pump brutally into him.

Alderios was never gentle, he aware of that, but for some reason, most probably the anger, which made his brother particularly rough this night. He bestowed him with thrusts that Legolas never felt before, not even in their roughest transgression. It was as if his thrusts were meant only to kill, or to really tear his body in two, as they seemed to drill into the very core of his body. Legolas had never bled before, except on that very first moment when Alderios took his virginity away from him, but now as he felt warm liquid started streaming down from his lower back, he vividly get the picture of what kind of damage his body was taking.

Deep burning pain made Legolas see only red in his vision, and he buried his mouth in his right upper arm. He would not scream, he would not weep, and he would not yield. He could survive this. If Glorfindel could endure any kind of morbid torment that was sentenced to him, then so could he. It would not be long anyhow, not with the erratic pace that Alderios was keeping.

His theory proved to be correct, as some moments later he felt Alderios shot his seeds inside him. Drained from the spent passion, Alderios pulled out his shaft, and collapsed ungracefully beside the younger blond.

Everything was painful for Legolas. His whole body felt so numb, like it was being bound by heavy weights, his head was spinning madly as if hundreds of needles stabbed into it, and it was too agonizing to even draw breath. He was actually in condition to get away from Alderios, if he had the willpower, but at the moment he was too afraid to move, as he didn't want to cause any more bleeding from his insides.

Legolas closed his eyes. How he would give everything he had just to be left alone, so he could tend to his wounds and regain his breath. But it appeared was not going to happen very shortly, as he could feel Alderios slide closer to him. Already he felt his brother' hands and eyes on his body. Suddenly feeling very unstable, Legolas blinked open his eyes to return his brother's stare.

Alderios took one long look at the wretched elf next to him, and could tell right away that Legolas was in so much pain just by hearing the shortness of his breath. He also took notice of the thick red liquid that was running down from Legolas's lower part of the body. That was rather interesting, as he could not remember his brother ever having bled before, except perhaps when he took him for the first time.

Without saying any word, Alderios sat up, and snaked a hand onto Legolas's inner thighs. He swept his fingers through the red crimson blood and then, almost cunningly, brought the bloodied fingers up onto the youngster's lips.

Legolas desperately strove to fight his tears, when his tormentor slipped two blood-soaked fingers inside his mouth, forced him to savor his torment. He frightfully tried to turn his head away, but Alderios fisted his other hand tightly in his hair, guiding his face back to him, and when Alderios put a pressure to his mouth, Legolas had no choice but to swallow his own blood. His stomach rebelled, and he instinctively wriggled his head, attempting to escape the abusing hand.

"This is what you have asked for, is it not, Greenleaf?" Alderios chided, let out a satisfying smirk as he watched his young brother writhed frantically, "More of this you will have, if you continue your stupidity to defy me."

Alderios then withdrew his hand, only when he saw the young elf was on the brink of throwing up. Legolas coughed and spat, fighting to keep down the contents of his stomach. If anything, Alderios's insolent act only raised more fiery hatred to blaze inside him. Bubbling up with anger and disgust, Legolas shot a killing glare toward his eldest.

"You do not scare me, Alderios," he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "And neither will you draw any more blood from me."

"Will I not?" Alderios asked playfully, twirling his fingers in his brother's blond mane. "That is all right, as long as I still have you as my pet."

"You may have me," Legolas rasped, momentarily forgetting the pain. "You may take me as often as you like and you may try whatever method you have to break me, but you will never own me. Bear that in mind, my brother, as from now, whenever you claim me as yours, it will be only at against my will, for it will be only Glorfindel who can have me."

The smile on Alderios' face quickly faded and he slapped him hard across his face. Legolas took it with no complaint; it was to be expected anyway. What he was not expecting was the cruel words that would come from his brother's mouth.

Once again, Alderios grabbed Legolas's hair, more fiercely this time, and pulled forward, until both their faces were separated by only a fraction of an inch. His hot breath swept through Legolas's cheeks and his blue eyes gradually darkened into glittering black slits as he spoke.

"If you allow that Noldo to do so much as to lay one finger on you, then with my own hands will he find his fate, vile it shall be. I will make him suffer, so greatly, that I doubt it he will remember his own name ere I am done with him. I will break his body and destroy his soul, lead him to his demise, until he regrets ever being born into this Valar forsaken place. Then, if he is still alive after that, I will kill him."

"You will not dare," Legolas retorted bravely, but however failed to contain a tremble in his voice.

"Try me, vanimaer," Alderios snapped triumphantly. "One more foolish word from you and you will find him at the edge of my sword. And it will be of your doing that he died."

"Do not threaten me, Alderios," Legolas snarled. "You will not kill him. I know it, because Ada will not let you."

"Why not?" As fast as it had gone, the smile was back onto the crown prince's face. Alderios nibbled on Legolas' earlobe, and licked it gently, as he whispered his final threats. "He is our foe, remember? He deserves to die, and he will die, one way or the other. But if you behave well toward me, I might be kind to put lesser sufferings to him before he does."

To these words, Legolas was not prepared, and found himself not being able to put up with anymore retort. Terror and rage whirled in his mind as he watched his brother suddenly get up to stand on his feet.

Ignoring Legolas's horrid stare, Alderios quietly dressed himself. Once he had finished, the older prince gave one last look to the figure sacked on the floor.

"Clean yourself up," Alderios commanded, ever so calmly, as if he was ordering one of the servants to clean his boot. "When I am back, I want you on the bed, untainted, and ready for my use."

Legolas didn't bother to give any reply, instead he waited until the door was closed behind his brother. When it finally was, he hauled himself to all fours, and crawled, very carefully, back to the safe corner. He very much wanted to walk, but doubted if he would ever be able to do it again, as he could feel nothing except numbness in his lower body. It took all his tremendous effort just to put himself into a sitting position, but with the last shred of his strength, Legolas finally managed. Exhausted, the young elf sank his back to the wall, folded his knees to his chest and brought his trembling palms to his head.

And there, surrounded by silence and despair, the young elf then began his weeping.

Legolas cried and cried until it became his only awareness. All the pent-up tears of frustration, anger and hatred flooded down his face like water from a broken dam. Never before in his life had Legolas felt so miserable, and so afraid, not solely for his sake but mostly, for that of Glorfindel's.

Chilling dread surged through Legolas whenever he remembered the words said by his brother. He knew that he was supposed to fight those words to incite in him. But how was it possible to ignore the threats that came from his brother; the first prince of Mirkwood; the eldest son of his father; a definite lunatic, who possessed an absolute power and was capable to bring those threats into reality? What good would it bring to fight or to comply; when at the end he would loose Glorfindel anyway?

Glorfindel would suffer and would die, those were the unmistakable facts of which Legolas most aware, and he realized that it was actually up to him to save the Noldo. The only problem was, that no matter how hard he wrecked his mind, Legolas just could not find even a narrowest path to escape this tangled web of sorrow. He and Glorfindel, whether he liked it or not, were truly helpless.

"Mighty Elbereth, please give me strength," Legolas prayed silently, wiping the tears that seemed to flow even more with every word spoken in his heart. "Lend me enough courage to go through these dark times and to put an end to all this misery. I beg of you, Eru, within everything in me, please help me. I can not do this by myself."

The kind God answered immediately to the young elf's prayer. Legolas froze, forgetting all the pain and tears, as a sudden thought popped up in his head. How could not he think of that before?

There was actually one person who might put this entire predicament to its end, someone who could help them. One individual. One name.

Elrond.

If only Legolas knew how to reach him.

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Lindir, the Imladris' captain, halted his horse to an abrupt stop and hold up a hand. The three lords of Rivendell halted next to him.

"We must make stop, my lord," Lindir announced, "The forest river is few paces away, and I believe that the borders of the kingdom lay very close to it. I do not think it is wise if we keep going."

"Aye, I agree," Elrond nodded to him.

The Imladris lord swept his eyes to the amassed lines of green trees laid before his eyes. There, buried deep in the darker side of the forest, lay the kingof hof his greatest enemy, where the mighty elven king Thranduil Oropherion, and his kinsfolk were dwelled.

Elrond, along with his sons and army, had entered the Mirkwood's forest nearly two days ago, and after travelling under the roof of giant trees, they finally came neared to the enemy's territory. Elrond himself was never dreamed of ever came this close, but as he was now, he couldn't avoid all the frightening thoughts to fill his mind, moreover when he was thinking of his captive friend. Glorfindel was there, being held captive and very much helpless, and it took all Elrond' willpower and patience not to give out the command to his troops to start their attack on Mirkwood right at that very moment.

A heavy sigh escaped Elrond' lips. Whether Glorfindel was still alive or already be dead, he would soon find out.

"Do you think they knew of us coming, Ada?" Elrohir�s question broke Elrond's thoughts.

"I am afraid so," Elrond answered quickly, "They must have been spotted us, mayhap even when we first had entered this forest. I myself do not know why they have not yet made any appearance until now."

"If they do, I will be ready anyhow," Elladan fumed, "The Sinda will all die upon my sword. And if they hurt Glorfindel �."

"Such a thought will do us no good, Elladan," Elrond cut patiently, gazing to his oldest son, "We are here to free Glorfindel, and not to have a war with Mirkwood."

"The same difference," Elladan blatantly replied, before his father' glare silenced him.

Elrond then turned his attention to Lindir.

"Send out scouts. And send some soldiers to look for a clearing," he commanded to the captain, "We will set up a camp and rest. Have everyone stay on guard. The wood elves might come by at any time they will."

The grey haired elf bowed slightly, and turned his horse around to do as his lord bid.

"Come my sons," the lord said to his twins, "We better get prepared as well."

TBC�
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