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Title: In the Name of Faith (13/?)
Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/?
Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just owinowing them.
Warnings: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could think of)
Author�s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! If you do not like it, do leave.

Thanks so much Morgana for beta reading.

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Chapter Thirteen

"We should not have let Ada go," Elladan mumbled under his breath. "He is making an awfully big mistake by attending that meeting with that accursed King."
Elrohir stifled a sigh and leaned to the back of his chair, watching with mild exasperation the fidgeting figure that was his twin and thinking what kind of words he should let out in reply.
After escorting Elrond to meet with the Mirkwood Elves, the two brothers went straight back into their camp and to their resting quarter, unable to do anything besides to wait for their father and the others to make their return. And ever since then, Elladan had been pacing, very restlessly, from one side of the tent to another, muttering silent curses and seemingly close to a nervous breakdown. It was not that Elrohir never had seen him in such of state before, but he too was worried beyond description, and if anything, Elladan's growing resentment only made him feel more agitated, if not irritated.
"We should not have let him go," Elladan repeated, chanting the words as if they were a prayer. "And you know it, gwenneth."
"Surely I am aware of it," Elrohir almost snapped in return. "But you have heard yourself what Ada said about the matter, and you also know, that there was naught we could do to make him decide otherwise." Catching the fuming gaze from his brother, Elrohir paused and sighed ruefully. "Just �. have faith, brother. Let us pray that Ada will be well."
"Ada had better be well. Or else, I will have Thranduil's head and all of his men's at the edge of my sword. I do not care if I myself will die in doing so."
Elrohir shook his head slowly. He opened his mouth as if to calm his angry brother, but soon canceled it when a disturbing sound from outside caught all of his attention. He exchanged confused gazes with his twin and hurriedly stood on his feet. But before any of them had made any movement, two soldiers burst inside, dragging a third figure with them, causing both twins to stare in aghast.
�What was happening?� Elrohir asked, as he and Elladan approached the three Elves.

�My Lords,� Sabien, Lindir's second in command, regarded both brothers; hands still clutching tightly to the captive. �One of our scouts caught him lurking in the trees outside our camp. When he was brought here, he claimed that he had an urgent matter to discuss with you, concerning Lord Glorfindel. We have searched him. He is without weapon."
The twins' eyes widened at hearing this. They focused hard on the intruder, eyeing him with curious eyes. He was a very young elf, blond and very beautiful, even for the twins� taste, but unfortunately, was also very much of a Wood Elf.
"Were there any other?" Elladan questioned.
"Nay, Lord Elladan, we have searched the woods around the perimeter. There was no one else."
With one quick step, Elladan closed the distance between himself and the captive Elf. His hand shot up to grab the neck of the Elf's tunic and roughly pulled it forward, bringing the golden head closer to him.
"You appear to possess a lot of nerves by showing yourself here," Elladan muttered, threats and loathing hanging thickly from his voice. "You have a death wish that needs to be fulfilled, Sinda scum?"
Legolas' heart clenched in fear, and he shook his head slowly, trying his best to return the killing glare of the dark-haired Elf whose face was merely an inch away from him.
This was not according to his plan. He had hoped to speak with Elrond. The Elven Lord was considered a wise and sensible person, thus it would make him easier to talk to. Unluckily, it seemed that Legolas had chosen the wrong moment to do so; and instead he had been brought to the twins. Legolas had heard many things about Elrond's temperamental sons, Elladan and Elrohir, and none of the things he had heard was reassuring him.
He could not discern which one was Elladan and which one was Elrohir. They looked the same to him, and what was worse, they held the same expression. The hatred and disgust that were shown on their faces was more than intense; their black eyes glinting with a promise of violence as they skewered him with their piercing gazes, causing Legolas to wonder if he had made a grievous mistake by coming here. A life threatening mistake.

"Are you spying on us, Elf?" Elrohir�s sharp tone brought Legolas out of his momentary despondency.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Legolas let out his reply, once more shaking his head. "Nay, my Lords� I came here to speak about your Lord Glorfindel."
"Glorfindel, eh?" Elladan scowled, studying the blond up and down. "What could you possibly know about Glorfindel?"
"I know that your father is negotiating his release," Legolas answered hastily. "That you are all here to get him back. But Thranduil will not release Glorfindel. I heard the Elves in Mirkwood speak of his fate. Glorfindel� he will�. receive a death sentence, very soon. It is served to be a warning for your people and also for your father."
The blond watched as the twins blanched visibly at his statement, contempt and worry wrecking their fair faces, but Legolas did not give them any time to voice a reply. Drawing in a quick breath, he went on, "I came here without the knowledge of my kin, to infyou you that I myself will free Glorfindel, tonight. All I ask from you is to wait for us in the forest, and to bring along some of your men."
An unnatural silence hit the tent, as both of the twins, as well as the two soldiers, stood dumbstruck, staring at the blond with patent disbelief, as if he had just suddenly turned into an Orc.
Elladan was the first to recover. A low growl came from his throat as he fiercely tightened his hold on the blonde's tunic, every bit choking him in the process. A silver dagger appeared in his hand as if by magic and he pressed it close to the quivering Elf's neck.
"What is this? Some kind of a trick?" the oldest twin hissed in a deadly anger. "How dare you come upon us bearing such lies?"
"'Tis no lies, my Lord," Legolas hitched. "By Elbereth, I swear it ��
"Swear whatever you want!" cruelly Elladan spat. "I will be cursed if I listen to any word coming from the likes of you."
"But I speak honestly!" Legolas panicked, and was even more frightened as he saw Elladan's eyes glitter dangerously with a sadistic need for a kill. The blade dug painfully into his flesh. "It is only the truth I am telling you!"
"What truth could come from a filthy Sinda?" Elrohir chided. "We are enemies, and you come here telling us that you, of all people, want to aid Glorfindel? I do not think so. You are right, Elladan, we should just kill him and dump his body in the forest. Let his foul kin find him and mourn for his death."
"Saes .." Legolas pleaded, tears in his eyes. He wea weary, exhausted and he had not come this far to die, but it seemed that was the only thing he would achieve. Trembling violently with all the fear inside him, Legolas tried to reason one last time. "I wish only to help your friend. Please, you have to believe me. Just listen to what I will say to you��
"Why should we?" Elladan thundered, and shook the blond unmercifully with a jerk. "Why should we believe that you will not betray us?"
Frustration pierced through Legolas as he felt the blade dug deeper into his neck. "Because��
"Because what? Tell us!"
"Because I am in love with Glorfindel!" Legolas shouted aloud. A sudden hysteria found its way into him and before he could stop it, the young Prince began to scream uncontrollably. "Because he has suffered so much at the hands of my kin, and I can watch no more of his pain! I cannot watch him die!"
Legolas' sudden outburst immediately took effect. As quick as lightning, Elladan and the two soldiers released him. The oldest twin even stumbled as he took some steps backwards, looking at the blond with his mouth slightly parted. "What did you just say�?"
Tears rolled down Legolas' cheeks, and his voice cracked. "I do not want Glorfindel to die. Please, just hear me out �� That is all I am asking of you."
For a second time in only a few minutes, all the four Noldo stared stupefied at the blond, watching in complete bewilderment as he sobbed quietly before their eyes, faint tremors raking his slim figure. No one was able to utter a word, for each of them was too occupied by their own thoughts.
As before, Elladan was the first to gather his scattered senses. Twirling the dagger in between his fingers, Elladan perceived the blond intently, contemplating the decision he should take regarding this complicated matter. He realized it would be a bad idea to trust a Sinda. It would be so much easier to kill him instead and throw out his body in the forest, just like his brother had proposed. But now, Elladan found himself no longer capable to do so, not when he could clearly see the genuine despair and sincerity that shone strongly from the pain stricken eyes, and knew that he would make an acutely fatal mistake if this Elf was indeed speaking the truth. More over, not when he knew that Glorfindel's life was in jeopardy. Perhaps it would be best to let this stranger speak; nevertheless he could still kill him if he found out that he was lying.
With that decision in mind, Elladan put away his dagger and stood still, waiting for the Elf's sobs to recede. When they finally did, the dark-haired Elf once again approached the blond stranger. A hint of gentleness was in his voice as he spoke. "Who are you?"
Legolas raised his eyes. Shame and self-loathing warred on his pale face. He hadn�t meant to cry and certainly did not intend to reveal the feelings he had for Glorfindel, for he had no idea how the Noldor would judge him. But he could not find any other way to convince the brothers, and at least now he had succeeded in gaining their attention, if not their trust.
Timidly, the young Elf wiped the tears from his eyes and gave out a shaky answer. "I am no one, my Lord, only a common Mirkwood Elf." As puzzled expression appeared on the twins' faces, Legolas quickly added. "It would be better if you do not know my name."
Elladan nodded, did not press the issue any further. Neither would he ask about the feelings this Elf had for his former mentor; somehow Elladan felt that now was not the right time for it. "And is it true what you were saying about Glorfindel? That he will be executed?"
"It is true, my Lord."
"Then I assume it is better if we listen to you," Elladan then returned. He took a glimpse at Elrohir, who only nodded his consent, seemingly too stunned to give any reply, and turned back to the blond. "Go ahead."
Gulping a large amount of air to steady himself, Legolas began, "Glorfindel is being held in the palace, locked in a room. He is chained but I know where the key is. I will release him from his confinement, and will lead him outside the palace. We will travel through the trees, just like I did to get here. It is the safest way to avoid the border guards, and hopefully, we will reach your camp in merely a few hours."
"Is that it?" Elladan could not contain skepticism in his voice. "Alas, but that does not sound convincing to me. You must realize, young one, that Thranduil is keeping a fierce patrol at night, especially now that we are in his realm. I do not see any possibility for the two of you to escape them."
"But I know this forest, my Lord, even with my eyes closed," solemnly Legolas explained. "I know exactly where the guards are stationed and what routes they take. And with darkness surrounding us, I am certain that no one will notice our escape."
"And what is it do you need from us?" Finally Elrohir found his voice.
"I need you to wait for us half way. Should something go amiss, then you and your men might act as reinforcement. Hide yourselves among the trees. Do not let any of Thranduil�s guards become aware of your presence."
Legolas paused as the twins suddenly were drawn into a private conversation. He watched them carefully, and tried not to let out any sound, not even when he caught sign of distrust and uncertainty shadowing their faces. The young Prince shifted nervously on his feet, waiting for the brothers to finish their talk.
Clearing his throat, Elladan focused on the stranger once more. "Well, Elf, I cannot say that we are entirely assured by your plan, but nevertheless, we will wait as you suggested. It will do us no harm to only wait for you in the forest."
Legolas instantly breathed in relief. "Thank you."
"However," Elladan continued. "You have to be very cautious. You are aware that by doing this, you will be considered a traitor to your kin. You cannot risk to get caught, because if you are, both of you undoubtedly will be severely punished. I know Thranduil. His punishment be be grave."
"I understand, my Lord. I mean not to fail this. I promise that I will bring Glorfindel to you, safely and unharmed. You have my word."
As it was, a quick agreement was reached. The three took some more minutes to refine their escape scheme, until Legolas asked for his leave, reasoning that he had to go back as quickly as possible before his kin started missing him. After the twins had given him clean water to rid him from his thirst, the young blond quickly departed, disappearing in between the trees just as fast as he had come, leaving Elladan and Elrohir to make all necessary arrangements for tonight.
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"Speaking is easier than action," Legolas thought to himself later that night, as he laid perfectly still on Alderios' bed.
He was thinking of his promise to the Imladris' twins. It was not that he would not fulfill it; he just wasn�t sure whether his body allowed him to.
Alderios had just ravished him relentlessly. It appeared that the negotiations between the a ana and Elrond did not go very smoothly, and Alderios had taken out his resentment on his consort. Legolas had smelled his brother's anger as soon as the elder Elf had entered their chamber. What he had not expected was that he would be at the receiving end of it. Now, as he laid exhausted, Legolas could still feel the dried tears on his eyes and the soreness in his throat, a result of screaming too much and too loud. Other than that, what hurt most was his lower body. A hot bath and a good rest were all he needed, if only he could do so.

Stirring to one side, he looked to the sleeping form next to him. Alderios looked completely enraptured by his dreams; his chest rose and fell with every regular breath that he took and his eyes were glazed.
Despite his current condition, Legolas' lips twitched into a little smile. He had made some preparations for tonight's escape, and one of them was putting some sleeping potion into Alderios' drinking water. Legolas was thinking, maybe it would have been better if he�d had put in poison instead, so his brother could never bother him again. It was only a pity that he cofindfind none of it around. Nevertheless, the potion seemed to work well; he knew Alderios would not wake up until a few hours later.
Biting his lip to restrain the pain, Legolas sat up and slid off of the bed, then hastily dressed himself.
The very first task he needed to do was to find the key of Gindeindel's chains, as without it, it would be impossible for the Noldo to leave. The young Elf tiptoed over to Alderios' desk. He was certain that his brother kept the key in one of the drawers. Legolas then began to open drawer by drawer, rummaging through the contents until he finally found what he was looking for. Quickly he put the mithril key into the pocket of his tunic.
Once done, Legolas then walked to his wardrobe and opened it very carefully to take out two dark green cloaks, and a vial of healing liquor that he had prepared for Glorfindel. The next things he took were his twin silver knives; his precious weapons which he hadn�t been allowed to touch for a long time, and slipped them into his belt.
When he felt he was ready, Legolas walked to the door. He laid his hand upon the handle and closed his eyes, taking one deep breath to calm himself. He opened the wooden door, and after he was certain that no one was in sight, he exited and closed the door behind him.
Legolas could move without being heard or seen; it was part of the basic training he�d had as a warrior. And tonight, he used that knowledge well, in spite of the fact that he was not in his best condition. Like a phantom, the young blond moved soundlessly in the darkness, heading straight to Glorfindel's prison chamber, while praying to Elbereth that he would not meet anyone along the way.
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Glorfindel awoke with a jerk, as he felt a warm hand clasped tightly over his mouth, stifling his gasp. The seneschal blinked in alarm and just about ready to defend himself, when he caught sight of Legolas' face hovering above him, a faint whisper flowed into his ear.
"Wake up, Glorfindel. We're leaving."

TBC�

Gwenneth - younger twin
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Melissa G.: Hey, that was good. How was it that you were able to read my mind?
Ankhesanamun: You're right. I didn't think of that before. Thanks.
Andmetwen: I hope this chapter answered your questions.
Cloudkicker: (about the brothers) He he, right, got the message!
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