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

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

Warnings: non-con sex, rape, graphic enceence/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.
Sorry for the massive break.

I dedicated this chapter to Red and Narcolinde. Can't give you enough thanks for everything.
Thanks Morgana for beta reading and Alasse for lending me a name.

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Chapter Fourteen
Glorfindel's muscles tensed as he perched on a huge branch of a tree, his green eyes straying to his surroundings. The looming darkness around him was both depressing and straining. The trees of the forest of Mirkwood were like living things, and a cold night wind blew against his face, whispering threats and ill-tidings into his ears. Even the sky presented an eerie sight tonight. Black, thick clouds covered the sky, allowing only faint light of the moon and the stars to shine through.

Somehow, all of this had caused Glodel del to have the same unpleasant feeling as at the time when he had defeated the Balrog. He had achieved victory back then, but then he had died, and now, when the thought of once again being taken to the Hall of Mandos came to him, it caused a cold shudder to run down his spine.

A soft touch on his shoulder startled him, and he lowered his eyes. Legolas was looking at him, gesturing him to follow. Glorfindel nodded in turn, then moved to follow behind him as the younger Elf made a lithe jump toward another tree.

Ever since he had freed Glorfindel from his bonds, Legolas hadn't had much chance to explain his runaway scheme. He had only told Glorfindel of his brief meeting with the twins, and that they would meet with them halfway to Elrond's camp. At first, Glorfindel's had no faith whatsoever in the success of this escape, as it was an almost impossible task to not get caught by the guards, for the Sinda werll kll known as vigilant and fierce in guarding their area. But now as they at last had finally entered the forest of Mirkwood, he could not deny a sense of hope building inside him.

It was one nerve wrecking experience to escape Thranduil's palace. They had to knock down two palace guards in order to make their exit, bound them with their own clothes and left them in what looked to be an empty chamber. Then Legolas led him as they both crawled through the palace garden, hiding in between the trees and thick bushes in order to avoid the eyes of the soldiers who guarded the gate. With a bit of luck, they had managed to climb past one part of the gate that fortunately was left unattended and then began to run non-stop until they had reached the river, and afterward, made their way into the forest.

Still, Glorfindel's worry grew with each passing moment, for they seemed to make a little progress. The fear of being caught by the patrolling guards forbid them to speed up their pace. With every two or three trees they passed, Legolas would bid for a halt. The Prince would then scan the surrounding area, straining his sight and hearing for any sign of possible danger. In spite of the fact that so far they were fortunate not to meet any guards, Glorfindel was still far from feeling relieved, because he realized that it was just a matter of time before anyone in the palace found out about the two unconscious guards and then started their pursuit.
For that, he was glad that Legolas had brought along his weapons, just in case they had to face a battle, although deep inside Glorfindel doubted whether any of them was up to it. He was starting to grow weary, mainly from all the beatings he had suffered during his captivity, and also from the tremendous lack of nutrition and sunlight. Not to mention that his still hurting rib was only added as another burden. The healing potion Legolas had given him earlier was indeed useful for giving him back some of his strength, at least to survive until now.

Other than that, what Glorfindel worried about the most was his young companion. It was easy to figure out what had been done to Legolas before this, from the way the young Elf bit his lower lip as if he was trying to hold back some pain that seemed to course through his body. Legolas was clearly exhausted, he could see it, no matter how the youngster strove to hide it from him. His agility was still amazing to Glorfindel's standard, but he caught Legolas swaying several times, as if he was going to fall, and it took all of his willpower not to just take him into his arms and whisper some soothing words into his ears. Glorfindel's only hope was for both of them to survive this precarious trip and make it to the camp, before all of their strength was spent.

After what seemed like hours of never ending journey, a narrow glade was laid before them, an empty space about fifty yards surrounded by all the tall trees. Legolas should have seen it as some kind of a sign, for once again he bade to a halt, and then turned around to face the crouching form behind him.

"The camp is not much further," he whispered. "We already covered half of the distance, and this is the place where we are supposed to meet your friends." He paused a second. "Although so far I see no sign of their presence."

"Do not fret, pen-neth," Glorfindel whispered back soothingly. "If Elladan said he would come, he will. I know for certain that he would not lie about it."

Uncertainty warred on the youngster's face. "Are you sure?"

"Aye, I am sure," the Noldo replied. "Why?"

"'Tis nothing." Letting out a tired sigh, Legolas leaned his back against the tree trunk, as if he needed it to support his body. "I am only worried that you will not make it."

He lowered his eyes to Glorfindel's abdomen, to the spot where his broken rib was located. The other Elf let out a smile as he saw it, and crept closer.

"I am all well, lirimaer. 'Tis you I am concerned about," Slowly he reached out a hand to Legolas' forehead, which was soaked heavily with sweat, and gently wiped one of the elegant brows. "You looked weary. You want a rest?"

"Nay, I am fine," Legolas grinned weakly at the distress on the other's face. "Only a bit tired. A moment is all I require."

Glorfindel swallowed down an aggravated sigh at hearing this. He was aware that they could not waste any time as they were in need to make haste, but he could no longer hold back his pity. With great care, the blond Noldo pulled Legolas to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

"Liar, "Glorfindel scowled softly, running long fingers through Legolas' silken tresses. Sadness clouded his face as he looked down at the beautiful creature in his hands. "Forgive me for having to put you through this, Legolas."

Legolas shook his head. "Don't be."

Truthfully, Legolas was terribly embarrassed by his own weakness, but at the moment he was too much in bliss, he did not really care how Glorfindel would judge him. He needed Glorfindel and he needed to feel their nearness, lest he would not make it through all this. He gazed up to the other blonde's face, seeing nothing except for the care and love that shone strongly from within the deep alluring green orbs of Glorfindel's.

"Melamin �." he breathed quietly. The strong hands tightened around his body and he nuzzled Glorfindel's neck, inhaling deeply the lovely scent of the other Elf. Glorfindel's lips were soft and warm on his own as he kissed him, his hands offered only comfort as he gave him tender strokes on his back. Legolas savored every bit of it, wondering in utter amazement how he suddenly felt some of his strength flowing back into him only from the gentle caress given by the Elf he loved ever so dearly.

Seemingly Glorfindel was able to feel it too, for he flashed him a soft smile. "Do you feel better now?"

Legolas nodded, almost disappointed when the hands left him. He wanted this moment to last forever, but realized he could not have it, not before both of them had their freedom back.

Returning to himself, he shifted on his feet and moved away. "Come, Glorfindel, we have to leave."

It was a loud crack of a twig snapping that alerted the two Elves that they were no longer alone. Two golden heads whipped around fast, as two pairs of frantic eyes searched through the blackness, trying in vain to find anyone or anything that had caused the disturbing sound.

Glorfindel's heart beat faster as he caught sight of a faint rustle of leaves from a tree barely a few feet away from the one they were currently perching on. He knew what it was, even though he couldn't see it. His gaze then was back to Legolas, a look of terror covered the youngster's face, as he appeared to have seen it too.

"Move." It was all Glorfindel said.

The young Elf gave him an affirmative nod, and was just about to make another leap to the next tree, only to stop dead in his tracks, when a high-pitched squeal, the kind of keening wail that they both knew too well, pierced through the night air, echoing around the woods and crushing all of their hopes.

Black despair laced on Legolas' very features as he turned frightfuls ons onto the older Elf. "Glorfindel �"

Putting his seasoned instincts to work, Glorfindel grabbed the youngster's trembling arm and pushed him to the tree trunk. "Down, Legolas, now!"

Legolas obeyed without any question. They both hastily climbed down with a speed that only an Elf could do, and as soon as their feet touched the grassy earth, the two then began their speedy run to the direction of the glade.

But it was all they were able to do, because just as they were about to reach the edge of the glade, a blond Elf dropped down from the tree several feet away from them, blocking their path. More Elves landed on their side, and before Glorfindel and Legolas knew it, they suddenly found themselves were surrounded by six Sindarin soldiers, their fists grig tig tightly the hilt of their swords.

Legolas jerked to a halt and with no slightest hesitation, drew out both of his twin knifes. He threw one to Glorfindel, who caught it eagerly, and they both stood side by side, watching as doom approached with every step the Sinda took toward them.

Once again Glorfindel took hold of Legolas' arm, pulling him slightly behind him as if to offer him protection. "Stay close to me, pen-neth. We will get out of this."

Legolas nodded, saying nothing. It was like a bitter sweet realization for him. He honestly wasn�t fond of the idea of having to put any harm to these Elves who basically were his own kin, but realized quickly that neither he could let any harm come to Glorfindel. And if this was what he had to do in order for the Noldo to get out of this alive, then so be it.

One of the Elves, who seemed to be the leader, took one step forward, his eyes staring at the two fugitives. Loathing and disgust were on his face as he recognized that it was one of the royal families who stood next to the Noldo.

"Prince Legolas."

Concealing his fear, Legolas greeted back as he too recognized the Elf. "Hrota."

"Why am I not surprise to see you here?" The Elf called Hrota darted his eyes from Legolas to Glorfindel. Ignoring completely the presence of the young Prince, he glared at the seneschal. "You are not supposed to be here, Noldo. Lay down your weapons and surrender, so we may take you back to the palace. Obey, or we will make you."

"He is with me," Legolas cut in harshly. "I demand you to let us pass, Hrota. Let u awa away and we shall leave you all unharmed."

"I have no such obligation to follow any command from a traitor," the blond officer replied angrily. "You deceived us, princeling. What of this treachery? Have you not realized what is it you are doing?"

"I need not answer to you," Legolas spat back.
Of cOf course you do not. But you do need to answer to your father, and definitely, to your brothers. I daresay they will not very pleased to hear of this, will they?" He almost chuckled at seeing the raging fury blazed from the young Elf's eyes, but Hrota had done with the talking. Squaring his shoulders, he ordered aloud, "I command you once again to lay down your weapons. There is no need to defense yourselves. The word of your escape has been spread out, and as we speak, all my other men are on their way here. You two have nowhere else to go."

"You lie."

"Nay, I do not," The corner of Hrota's mouth twitched into a sneer. "Last chance, dear princeling, hand him over to us and we all might escort you back to the palace. Who knows,t mat mayhap by doing so, you may receive a lighter punishment for this."

Legolas trembled, not from fear, but from fury. He knew, since a long time ago, that the cruel treatment he had received from his two brothers had resulted in him gaining no respect from the soldiers. They saw him not as a royal, but merely as a consort of Alderios, a harlot that was used only as a plaything to sate the sexual needs of their crown Prince. He was still a Prince, but it was only a title as he no longer possessed any dignity and power among his people. Legolas had accepted that as an unavoidable part of his fate, but somehow, tonight, Hrota's gruesome manner had triggered violence to flare within him.

Burning with a boiling hatred, he hollered, "I would rather die! And I will take you with me!"

Gripping hard at his knife, the young blond looked as if he would charge toward Hrota at that very instance, but his movement was stopped when Glorfindel squeezed his hand hard. "Silence, Legolas!"

Legolas startled at the command, but complied nonetheless. He then stood, very tense, still having his eyes planted firmly on the hated figure that was his own kin.

Glorfindel, who had stayed silent during the heated talk, now had his eyes on Hrota. The expression on his face was unreadable as he spoke to the arrogant Sinda. "It is me you want, and it will be only me you will have. I will not surrender, so you all may fight me. But one thing I ask of you, that is to leave Legolas unharmed. He should not be involved in the fight."

"Legolas had made his choice," calmly the Wood Elf replied. "He betrayed us and he will pay the price."

"He is your Prince," Glorfindel retorted in a hissing whisper.

"He is a Prince no more after what he has done." Hrota unsheathed his sword, a move which the five soldiers followed, and Glorfindel knew that their conversation was over. "We offered you peace, but you denied it. If death is what you both wish, then it is all you will have."

Following his words, he ed ted to his Elves, then all sinda nda lunged toward the two fugitives who were more than ready to fight off the attacks. Three Elves stalked forward to Legolas, while Hrota and the other two set upon the blond seneschal.

The sound of metal swooshing and clashing filled the night air, as Glorfindel and Legolas fought back frantically. The long knifes in their hands flashing almost too swiftly to see as they matched stroke with stroke, using the last shred of their strength to defense themselves.

With a deadly accuracy of a battle hardened warrior, Glorfindel managed to bring down two of his opponents. But despite all his effort of trying to protect his young lover, Glorfindel was incapable to maintain his closeness to him. The furious flurry of strikes and parries from Hrota had forced him back one step at a time inside the glade, while Legolas, who had his hands tight with his own share of battle, was driven to the opposite direction, deeper into the forest.

From the corner of his eye, Glorfindel could still see the fighting forms of Legolas and the other Sinda that had grown distant. One dead body laid near the youngster's feet, as he himself was still parrying with the other two. Legolas looked like he was able to control his own battle, but that fact alone did not prevent panic from welling up inside Glorfindel.

This fight was delaying their escape, and if Hrota indeed had spoken the truth, it may not be long before the others came. Both he and Legolas would falter, soon enough. And there was still no sign of the twins.

Glorfindel ducked as Hrota'ord ord slashed through the air above his head, then brought up his weapon quickly to deflect the next blow aiming at his mid section. The Elf was lethal in his attack and it was difficult for Glorfindel to focus all his concentration on the fight, especially when his attention was divided between watching his opponent and Legolas.

So he was caught with shock as an arrow flew from behind him to stab at Hrota's chest, killing him instantly and causing him to fall dead to the ground. Glorfindel spun around, relief washed through him as he saw Elladan standing at the other edge of the field, his bow lowered. Not far behind, Elrohir stood among the thick lines of giant trees, about a dozen black figures of Noldorin soldiers were standing around the younger twin.

"Elladan."

Wasting no precious time, Elladan and one Noldorin soldier ran to Glorfindel's side. They were panting hard as if they had been running for hours, "Hurry, Glorfindel, we have to leave."

"I can't," Glorfindel replied, gazing back at his former pupil. "I must go back to save Legolas."

Elladan's eyes widened. "Who's Legolas?"

His question was never answered as a Sindarin arrow whistled past him, barely missing his head. The first arrow was swiftly followed by the next one, only this time it had found a target as it pierced through the stomach of the soldier standing next to the oldest twin. With a loud gasp, the poor Elf dropped on his knees, before both Elladan and Glorfindel ran to his side and caught his falling body. It all happened so fast, and before any of them could find out what would happen next, all hell seemed to break loose as numerous arrows flew at fast speed around them, stabbing at the grass close to their feet.

Glorfindel's heart sank. So the rest of the Sindarin troops had finally come. He turned around, and his shout rang through the air, "Elrohir!"

But Elrohir had already bolted into action. He, along with his soldiers, had their bows singing; targeting every blond Elf they could see at the other side of the clearing, while at the same time creating a distraction for Elladan and Glorfindel to make it safely to their side.

With fierce determination, Elladan and Glorfindel at last reached the side of the glade, miraculously uninjured, with the limp body of the half dead soldier in their hands. Elladan instantly was drawn into the fight, while Glorfindel, having no bow himself, could only hide behind a large trunk of the tree.

Once again the forest was filled with the sound of battle, as the two enemies were shooting arrows at each other. It was actually hard to search for a target in the pitching darkness like this, even with their keen Elven eyesight, but still, neither was willing to stop. Arrows flew like rain through the air, slowly taking its victims from both sides.

From his hiding place, Glorfindel peered across the distance, trying to locate Legolas� position, and to his great horror, the youngster was nowhere in sight. He searched frantically with his eyes. He could see almost all of the Sindarin archers, perching on the tree tops and shooting down at them, but there was no whatsoever sign of the young blond.

Panic now turned into a pure fear, and only by forcing a huge quantity of calmness to himself, did Glorfindel manage to hold himself in place, resisting with all his might not to just make a dash to save the Prince. The situation didnalloallow it. He would die straight away; killed by the flying arrows, and he could not afford to die before he had Legolas with him.

The Imladris' Elves fought valiantly and used the tree trunks as their shields, but even so, they only served as poor barriers to avoid the heavy rains of arrows that fell upon them. It seemed that almost half of Mirkwood's legion had come to this part of the forest, and a dozen of Noldo were no match against so many enemies. Two had gone down, and another cry was heard as one more Elf tumbled down, an arrow stuck in his shoulder.

"My Lords," Sabien yelled out to the twins. "We can not hold much longer. They are with too many."

How Elladan wished that he'd had brought along more men, but it had been difficult to sneak out unnoticed, even with the numbers of Elves he had brought with him. His hopeless gaze then turned to Glorfindel. "Glorfindel, we have to flee."

It was difficult to describe what Glorfindel felt at the moment, as he was torn between the two hardest decisions he had ever faced in his whole life.

He could not abandon Legolas, he had vowed that he would take him away from Mirkwood. He could not leave him, not now, and not after all the things Legolas had done for him. But on the other hand, if he stayed, then it was the lives of Elrond's sons and the soldiers that were in great peril. They would not leave without him and staying here much longer would only lead to a massacre.

His mind reeled wildly upon this terrible dilemma, but in his heart, Glorfindel knew exactly which one he had to choose.

Filled with an acute despair, Glorfindel tiredly rubbed his brow, tears pricking in his eyes as he whispered to himself, "I'm sorry, Legolas. I will come back to save you."

Following the vow, the seneschal's mouth then moved in a silent whisper as he chanted a prayer to the Valar, an ancient holy prayer that was meant solely for the one Elf he so loved.

Then the seneschal stood up straight, as if he was suddenly back to his former warrior self, and addressed the others in loud voice, "Retreat and carry the wounded! Hurry, before there are more of them coming."

Elladan read clearly the look of hopelessness and impotent rage on the stricken face of the blond, but failedcompcomprehend what had caused it. Still firing their weapons, all of the Noldo sped off into the woods, with Glorfindel spared one last look across the distance, once again praying that Legolas was still alive.
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Alderios leaned his back against the wall behind him, his arms were folded in front of his chest and both his eyelids were closed. His head ached horribly, to the point that it almost had made him throw out all the contents of his stomach. Putting aside the pain in his head, his mind replayed the horrible event that had happened throughout the morning.

He had woken up shortly before dawn, with this massive ache in his head and Felenduir's panicked face above him. He knew something had gone very wrong, because seldom he saw his younger brother in such a state. Apparently, Felenduir had thought that he was dead because he had been trying to wake him for quiet some time, but with no result.

So the healers were summoned to treat him, and upon quick examination, they finally found out what it was that had caused the c Pri Prince illness, and had become aware of the source of it, after they had thoroughly checked his drinking water. Then the news of Glorfindel's escape reached him, and it didn't take Alderios a long time to ponder what was the relation between the two incidents, and who was the person behind it all.

The Noldo had successfully escaped, seemingly aided by some of his kin. But to Alderios' relief, Legolas had not made it. The young Elf had been caught during the small fight that had taken place inside the forest, and had been brought back to the palace after the battle was over.

Maddening rage, added by the throbbing pain in his head, had made it difficult for Alderios to decide what he would do to the young traitor. When Legolas was brought before him, he looked him deep in the eyes, as if trying to discern what kind of foolishness had caused the young Elf to commit such a crime. The look on Legolas' face indicated that he had been expected death toe swe swiftly from the hands of his own brother, but Alderios would not grant him that, yet. Death was too easy and Legolas deserved more than that. So he had sentenced him to a better punishment. The one kind that was even more terrifying than death itself.

Returning from his short reverie, the crown Prince smirked to himself when Legolas' scream rang out from the closed door next to him, followed by his pitiful sobs, and laughter that came from several men who were in the room with him. Legolas' punishment had started a few moments ago, and Alderios had been standing here, in the hallway, for quiet some time, merely to listen to his youngest brother�s beautiful screams, enjoying it wholeheartedly as if they were music to his ears.

His ears caught the sound of footsteps approaching, and his eyes flew open to see Felenduir as he rounded the corner, walking toward him. Two guards were in tow.

"The Noldo are retreating," Felenduir reported, as he halted before his elder. "They are in haste, and I reckon they will reach the edge of the forest, mayhap by tonight. Our army is ready, brother. When do you plan to start the attack?"

Raising his golden brows in an amused manner, Alderios eyed the younger Elf. "Who said anything about an attack?"

"You won�t?" the second sibling was taken aback by the reply. His eyes grew narrow. "Ada is very mad, Alderios. He is questioning your responsibility for this."

"Let Ada deal with Elrond and the other Noldo," Alderios snorted, uncaring of the other's shock. "I wish only for that accursed seneschal."

A sudden understanding then hit Felenduir, an understanding that Legolas' involvement somehow had caused Alderios to look upon this lictlict as a personal matter, and that he had pledged personal revenge toward Glorfindel. But Felenduir didn't mind that. As long as it involved killing Noldo, he would gladly take part in whatever it was his eldest had planned.

"What do you have in mind?" the younger Prince questioned.

The cruelty on Alderios' face displayed everything he wanted to know. "Plenty."

Their conversation was aborted as once more Legolas' blood curling screams filled the air around them. Alderios looked past Felenduir at the two soldiers.

"You two hear that?" When he received their nods as answers, he continued. "Go there. Give the traitor any kind of pain you wish to inflict upon him. Do whatever you want with him, but do not kill him, or I will claim each of your heads as a price."

Without so much as a word, the two delighted Elves quickly entered the room. After the door was closed, Alderios then beckoned to the other Elf. "Come, Felenduir, we have much to do."
TBC

Lirimaer - lovely one

Melamin - my love

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Moro the Wolf God and Pookie : I think I owe you guys some explanation about Elrond. Sorry not to write about the meeting because I simply didn't know what to say in there. So very sorry about that, I should learn more of how to write a good fic.

Steph : LOL. Just couldn't resist all those cliffies. Don�t know why.

Stranger : That's because I was banned from ff.net. It was terrible.
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