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Title: In the Name of Faith (17/?)

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just borrowing 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 Anu for beta reading.
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Chapter Seventeen
Legolas could hear them, the sweet music of Elven songs. They pampered his body and caressed his soul, filling his mind with the promise of ete bli blissfulness and joy. He could see it; the open door of Mandos Hall, calling him to enter into its sacred place; a place with no pain, fear or tears. And he was so tempted to fulfill the call, wanting desperately to cease all the endless misery and suffering, simply because he could bear them no more. He was close, so close ..

Legolas had known he was going to die when he was brought back into his father's palace after the small battle in the forest, and dragged onto the trial with his two older brothers. He had looked into the unforgiving eyes of Alderios and at that instant understood that he would be spared no mercy. What he had hoped was for Alderios to grant him quick death, sending him for an execution under a sword for all the crimes he had committed and the fatal shame he had brought upon his family and land. But even on that sole hope, Legolas could not rely.
The chastisement Alderios had sentenced him with was beyond anything las las could have imagined. His oldest brother cold-bloodedly handed him to Gildor and several of his men, allowing them to inflict whatever pain they had in store for him. First they beat and whipped him, pleasuring themselves with every bruise and scar they imposed on his skin. Then as the time passed and they grew more violent, they then began with the real torment, which was aiming for only one objective, and that was to destroy his spirit.

Gildor had been the first Elf to rape him, followed swiftly with two other soldiers. Legolas still played defiance by that time. He fought hard, struggling and striving to restrain all the pain and impossible humiliation he had to endure. He forced himself to imagine that it was Glorfindel who had been inside him, just so he wouldn't lose his mind and plunge to insanity, but the trick didn't work at all. Not when it was relentless laughter that he heard instead of whispers of love, and when it was brutality of an invader that he felt instead of tenderness of a lover. Soon all he was able to do was to scream and weep, pleading for their pity even that it brought shame to his heart to do such a thing.

And that was not even the worst of all. Whenever he seemed could not summon enough strength to stay conscious, those cruel Elves would make him drink a healing liquor and would leave him alone for a couple of hours or so, to then came back later on to continue with the punishmenhey hey repeated the procedure throughout the day and night, and when the dawn approached in the next morning, Legolas had almost forgotten his own name.

Then there had been the meeting in the glade with the Imladris Elves where Alderios had brought him along. The tears and mortification had converted into the point of intolerable as he was made to look straight into Glorfindel's eyes and was forced to reveal all the disgrace he had been through. The hurt and hopelessness in thoreenreen eyes had broke his heart in two, and at the second Gildor had started to strip his clothes in front of every watching eyes of everyone in the field, it was then that Legolas had no longer wished to live.

As the duel between Glorfindel and Felenduir had started and he had been laid on one side of the field, Legolas detached himself from his surroundings. He wished to die and prayed to the Gods, desolately begging to them to take his soul away. He had been strong enough up until that point, but there was a limit to one's forbearance, and at that particular moment Legolas had reached that certain extent.

The Elven songs played strongly in his mind and Mandos�s Hall opened its door for him, inviting him to enter. And he knew that all he had to do was to compel and lay himself to die.

But they were all vanished, when Glorfindel appeared before him.

Glorfindel. The greatest gift the Valar ever created for him and the one being he so loved above all in the whole of Middle-Earth. It was with him that Legolas witnessed the true strength of love, believed that love could overcome all obstacles, all fear, even if it was the deadliest one. And that the purest of love could cure a tortured body and a corrupted soul, heedless of how grave they had became.

When Glorfindel knelt down in front of him, he had thought that he was only a hallucination, a mere vision in his mind that came uninvitingly to prevent him from passing away. No Glorfindel, a legendary warrior and a Lord of his people, would come to such of filthy creature as he, who had been so meticulously tainted and whose body had been used by so many.

But when Legolas felt Glorfindel's touch on him, he realized that he was no dream. Glorfindel didn't leave him, didn't get disgusted by him, and to all his amazement, was very much still in love with him. In between his tears and fear, Legolas felt it; his lovee gre greatest force beyond comparison, slowly luring him back to the realm of the living.

It was for Glorfindel alone Legolas then returned to the world.

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Glorfindel had been watched him from the distance for a quite sometime now. After the morning meal, Legolas had sat himself under one huge tree with his back facing him, favoring the caressing light of the morning sun on his body, looking entirely so content and relax. From where he stood, the blond senesccoulcould hear a soft hum coming out from the young Elf and it brought a smile to his lips.

Today was the fifteenth day of their journey. They had left Mirkwood days ago, and after weeks of travelling with not so much threat, they would reach the border of Rivendell, hopefully on the next dawn. All the soldiers were looking forward to finally come home, for they had grown weary and bored during the long journey, and so was Glorfindel. Nearly all the horrid remembrance of his imprisonment were beginning to disperse, being replaced with only a wishful thinking of how he and Legolas would spend the eternity of their lives in the blessed valley.

With his eyes still on the young Elf, Glorfindel soundlessly walked to him. In each silent step he took, he was hardly able to suppress a shudder as the recollection of the youngster's early suffering entered his mind.

In the first three days after Glorfindel had brought him to the camp, Legolas was very close to succumb to death. He was barely conscious, and to everyone's eyes, even Elrond's, appeared to have given up all will to live any longer.

Glorfindel, however, had rejected all belief of that assumption. He had fulfilled his vow to take him out of Mirkwood, and he would not letting him go that easily, not when already they had freedom in their clutches. During those dark days, the thoroughly depressed seneschal faithfully stayed with him all of the time, never strayed from his side even for one second. He barely gained any sleep, praying to every God he knew not to take the young Elf's life, and keeping his wish that Legolas would one day open his eyes.

It was on the fourth day, all his prayers and hope had been answered. Tears of relief and blessedness were in Glorfindel's eyes during Legolas's awakening. He hugged him close, his entire body shook with delight as his young lover slowly crawled back to life. What he helt elt at that moment was beyond any words could describe.

With the over-protective Glorfindel constantly at his side and a great amount of help from all of the Noldorin healers, Legolas was now making remarkable progress in his own healing process. All of his wounds were healed in no time, while his strength was gradually improving with each passing day.

But if physically he was making a wonderful recovery, mentally Legolas was still severely injured. All that was left of the young Elf were only a hollow emptiness and a great distrust. They were fiery and they consumed him from the inside.

His face had been one of a stony mask, devoid of any emotion, at the time when Glorfindel told him of Felenduir's death. He hadn't said any word; no trace of happiness, nor tears on his pallid face, as if even Felenduir's name hadn't been recognizable to him.

Until this day, he refused still to be neared or to converse with anyone, save solely to Glorfindel. Whenever Elrond or any of the healers came to check on his health, he would break down into sobs and tremble in fear. He would grow madly agitated whenever any of the Noldo got close more than a hand distant from him and would always remain in the tent he shared with Glorfindel whenever the blond Lord was away on duty.

It brought grearrowrrow to Glorfindel's heart to see this Elf, once a Prince and a warrior, was reduced to such of frightened creature, whose eyes oft darted around suspiciously and seemed as if he no longer had any belief in anything or anyone any longer. For all he hoped, with the passing of time and himself on Legolas' side, those feelings would fade away and Legolas would be completely healed, back to a cheerful and dauntless Elf as he once before knew and yet loved.

Legolas raised his face, putting a soft smile as he saw his lover approach toward him. Returning the smile, Glorfindel sat himself next to the younger Elf. He tenderly kissed Legolas' forehead and lifted a hand to run it over the long blond locks. How Glorfindel loved the silky texture of Legolas' golden tes, es, loved to touch it upon his fingertips, to smell it, to see how it glimmered gorgeously under the sunlight.

A blissful sigh left Legolas's lips, as he melted into the caress, enjoying wholeheartedly the safe, comfortable feeling he always felt whenever Glorfindel was neared. "I assumed, your rib bothers you no longer?" The Sinda asked playfully and leahis his head against his beloved's muscular chest.

"Not at all," Glorfindel replied, wrapping an arm around the slender waist. "What I�m concerned for is you. How do you feel today, pen-neth? Any more pain?"

"Nay," Legolas shook his head. "I feel particularly well, thank you."

The ancient Elf looked down at him, not quite believing his words, "Are you sure?"

"Aiya, Glorfindel," A faint, teasing chuckle escaped the young Elf. "Of course I am sure. You need not to always worry of me."

"How can I not?" A Slight concern beamed through Glorfindel's face and he reached up to take a hold on Legolas' chin so their eyes met. "I'm afraid I will always worry of you, a'maelamin. What had befallen you was the worst of all things that could have happened to a being of our breed, a terror to endure. Not everyone could survive the same thing."

Gone was the jesting mood in Legolas at hearing Glorfinde wor words as a sudden seriousness slowly crawled into him. He looked up, gazing straight into the alluring green eyes, and drew a deep breath. coulcould never have done it without you, Glorfindel. Never. When the darkness was at its greatest and I could hold no longer, I thought of you; you and the love you bestowed me, and they gave me strength. I was one step away from entering Mandos, if it was not for you, who pulled me back. I would leave .."

"You would not leave me," The gentle interruption from Glorfindel silenced him. "Do not even let that dark thought invade your mind, for I will not live any longer without you not being by my side. You should know that, Legolas."

Legolas smiled and breathed to his ear. "I know .."

Glorfindel didn't wait for any more replies and he bent down, brushing his lips to Legolas's, to finally capture them in a gentle kiss.

It was one a mild kiss Glorfindel was giving him, but the feel of Glorfindel's warm lips on his own stimulated something deep inside of Legolas. He suddenly found himself floating in some kind of enchanting and delightful sensations; those that raised the hair on the back of his neck and pumped adrenaline up ihis his head.

With ecstasy filling his every pore, his hands shot up on their own accord to surround Glorfindel's neck, deepening the intimate contact between their lips while at the same time transferring it into an almost searing one. He pushed his tongue inside Glorfindel's warm mouth, exploring it until every inch was invaded. Glorfindel tasted of honey, and he sucked furiously at it, savoring every bit of sweetness in Glorfindel, as if by doing so he would be able to swallow him whole.

The need for air prodded them to break apart, each gasping slightly. Despite that Glorfindel didn't voice any objection at all, a blush climbed up fast to Legolas' cheeks; shameful of the display of aggressiveness he had just emitted. He would have offered an apology, but his tongue was held in place as a noise from behind them drew all his attention, alerting him to the fact that they were not alone.

He turned his head around and was taken full in surprise at what he was seeing. There, only several feet away behind them, Elladan and Elrohir were standing quietly, adopting manners as if they were looking at everything else except at the two blondes. But it was by the look on their faces, Legolas knew straight away they had already witnessed the rather intimate engage he had just shared with Glorfindel. His cheeks felt impossibly hot now, half by embarrassment and the other half by an inexplicable exasperation, and he turned puzzled eyes to his lover.

"Why are they here?" He hissed in question.

"Elrond needs me," Glorfindel answered, managing to hide his sense of guiltiness for not informing the youngster of the presence of the twin brothers. "As we will arrive in Rivendell on the morrow, he summoned me to have a quick council with Lindir and the others .."

Rising impatience was on Legolas' face. "That is not what I was asking."

Legolas' growing anger was easy to detect, but Glorfindel paid it no mind. He held back a smile from forming in his mouth; musing to himself how beautiful Legolas looked when he was angry, then continued his explanation. "Elladan and Elrohir were wondering whether it is possible to accompany you while I'm away. I told them I will have to ask you beforehand, and .. "

"I need not someone to watch over me," Legolas sulked irritatingly, watching his older lover with blazing, widened eyes. "I am not in any illness and definitely not an elfling. How dare of you treat me as if I am a child, Glorfindel ..?"

"No one ever addressed you as a child, melamin. Myself neither," Patiently, the Noldo soothed him. "It is only that you hardly speak to anyone aside of me and I think it is good for you to start looking for a new friend. The brothers wish merely to speak with you, mayhap to befriend you.." Legolas's jaws tightened in his anger and Glorfindel quickly added. "But if you very much do not want them here, I will tell them to go away. Should I?"

Legolas tore his gaze away, not knowing of what kind of reply he should let out. It was not that he disliked the twins; it was only that they made him nervous, just like any other Noldo would do. The feeling appeared partly as a result of the paralyzing trauma with his brothers, but mostly it came because of his existence as a Sindarin Elf, a formidable adversary of all Noldorin Elves.

Never Legolas dreamed of having to spend the rest of his live with so many of his long time enemies, even that he had known that it would be the consequence he had to bear as Glorfindel's lover. So far Elrond and the others had been treating him nothing but kindly, nonetheless that sole fact was not a pure guarantee that the rest of their kin in the valley would treat him the same. Each time he switched gaze with any Noldorin Elf, he sank further and further into a confusion and unknown fright, and if possible, his distrust grew larger with each passing day.

The soft touch on his hand brought him back to the unfinished conversation. Legolas realized there was no need to complicate this already difficult matter. He wished not to debate this with Glorfindel, lest the blond Noldo would really think of him as a child, and most importantly, he didn't dare to disappoint him. Glorfindel had been so kind, Legolas would willingly do anything his lover asked of him.

Exhaling a breath, he turned back to the concern face of the other Elf and apologized. "I'm sorry. I mean not to be angry. It's alright, they may come and speak with me. And as for you," He forced a slight grin on his face and twirled his fingers in Glorfindel's long hair. "Go to your meeting, I will be here when you are back. I am all well, rest assured, so stop worrying about me."

Glorfindel enveloped him in a tight hug and kissed his cheek lovingly. "I won�t be long and will return ere the midday meal. Be well, my love."

Legolas nodded absentmindedly, "I will."

The Sinda sat watching as Glorfindel walked away and exchanged a few words with the brothers, but could watch no longer as Elladan and Elrohir started to walk on his direction. He drew both knees to his chest, his fingers picking at the grass on his sides, and only lifted his head when the two dark haired Elves at last stood in front of him, their eyes fixed upon him.

"Good morning, Legolas." One of the two regarded him politely. "How do you fare this morning?"

Legolas studied them with his blue eyes. He had seen them so may times before but still, he failed to recognize which one was which one. His reply came out a little nervously. "I am fine .. uhmm .."

"I am Elrohir," The one who greeted him smiled warmly and gestured to the other who was his spitting image. "And this is my brother Elladan."

"I know," Legolas's face was flushed with shame. "I'm sorry .."

"No apology needed," The dark haired one who was called Elrohiisedised his hand. "May we steal a bit of your time? That is, of course, if you don't mind."

"By all means," The blond nodded, his blue eyes following each movement the two made as they settled to sit in front of him.

There were no words passed in between the three for quite a long moment, until it was Legolas who first looked away. He concentrated on his surroundings, trying hard to reduce his growing nervousness from being so openly stared at.

Elladan eyed him intently, discreetly mesmerized by the exquisite being sitting before him. Elves were known as the fairest of all creatures, but the beauty in Legolas was an exceptional one. He had such of comeliness that was even rare among their race; compassionate but intoxicating at the same time, innocent but reserved a potent strength behind his fragility. In any other occasion, Elladan would smirk to himself as he recalled the obvious hunger Legolas had showed toward Glorfindel a moment ago; a kind that came from this young Elf, who was now didn't even dare to meet his eyes.

Furthermore, Elladan did not so very fond of the look of distrust in the ocean eyes. Stirring in his seat, the eldest of the twin was the first to break the silence. "Legolas, I know that our last.. encounter was rather an uncomfortable one. We had put you under a lot of pressure because we had thought you as an enemy, and for that, I am truly sorry. But for now, since you will become a part of us, I believe there is no need for you to be afraid of us."

For a second, Legolas' eyes flickered with defiance; of a fearless fire of a warrior that held no dread at all, and he snapped "I am NOT afraid of you."

"Of course you are not," Elrohir cut in hastily, managing to make a slight glance at Elladan and sending an I-will-kill-you-later look toward his elder brother. "That was not what Elladan meant."

"I'm sorry .. pardon me for my impudence," Elladan followed, an expression of regret was in his face. He continued on, this time choosing every word cautiously as to not insult the younger Elf. "What I actually meant, Legolas, is for you not to put a distance between us. You are a Sinda, originally, and we do not blame you if in any case you possess any anxiety toward us. But for what it is worth, let us tell you of how we think of you. You were the one who had aided Glorfindel; he would have died by now if it was not for you, and we Noldo do not neglect such of valiant deeds so easily. You and your bravery are to be praised and for that, you hold all of us forever in your debt."

"Elladan is right, Legolas," Before the blond Elf voiced his reply, Elrohir joined in, with the same carefulness as his brother. "Aside of that, we also have learned of what kind of malevolence your kin had wrought against you, and we understand completely that you are now having a terrible time dealing with those horrific memories. With your consent, Legolas, we wish to help you, in any way we can, and so with that, we will be able to repay all the kindness you have done to Glorfindel."

Legolas's jaws dropped at actually hearing such of long speech from the two brothers. "You are .. what?"

"Just bear in mind that we hold you dear in our hearts, Legolas son of Thranduil," Elladan remarked with a smile. "Do not fear us. All we desire is to be your friends, and to help you, if you but allow us to.."

"So please, do not even hesitate to come to us should there be something ailing you," Elrohir commented at the end.

Legolas was wordless and sat very still as he observed them with prudent eyes. The look on both the twins' faces showed nothing but truthfulness and integrity, kindness sparkling from the depths of their black eyes, and it was as if the day suddenly brightened and all burdens were hoisted from his shoulders.

To hear such of comforting words from the sons of the Lord of Imls ths themselves made Legolas feel relieved more than ever, and for the first time since he was brought into the camp, Elladan and Elrohir saw a broad, genuine smile wrapped across Legolas' lips.

"Thank you .. Elladan .. and Elrohir. You are most kind," The young Elf almost stuttered in his gratitude. "It was by my own will I decided to help Glorfindel. You, as well as everyone else, owe me naught and there is nothing to repay."

The two nodded in unison. Still with a smile on his face, Elladan questioned. "Are we friends then?"

This time the reply came with no hesitation whatsoever. "I welcome you both with everything in me."

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Legolas could not sleep that night. He stirred restlessly on his bedroll, waiting for sleep to claim him, but it never came.

He had had a very pleasing time today, as Elladan and Elrohir proved to be charming companions. They had told him many interesting stories of Rivendell, and Legolas had been so drawn in by them, he almost didn't recognize that Glorfindel was already back from his meeting. The rest of the day he had spent with his lover, it was as enjoyable as usual, thus Legolas did not understand what made him so terribly agitated this evening.

He turned his head very slowly. Lying on his own bedroll, Glorfindel was well asleep, his eyes glazed over in a peaceful slumber and his chest rose and fell regularly with every breath he took. Legolas looked closely at him, swallowing every detail of the sleeping figure beside him.

Glorfindel's rosy lips were slightly parted, his golden hair spilled around his handsome face, and the top buttons of his shirt were opened, allowing Legolas a bit of magnificent view of the other's unblemished, well-sculptured chest. He seemed glowing with a mystically inner light rivaled that of the dim moonlight shining through the heavy fabric of their tent, and to Legolas' eyes, nothing could seem more beautiful.

He wandered how would it feel to run his fingertips across Glorfindel's hairless skin and to see those green eyes filled with desire as they made love, to see his lover's face flushed with satisfaction as he released himself inside him. He could not stop himself from all those thoughts and it completely surprised him.
It never had occurred in Legolas' mind that he would ever be ready for another sexual intercourse. Glorfindel, with his high level of intelligence and sensitivity, surely had a full awareness of this. At night when they were alone in their tent and Legolas was having a nightmare, he would hug him, kiss him and whisper words of comfort in his ears. He would let him sleep with him, having him close the entire night, but aside of those things, never once had Glorfindel would dare to do anything else.

Legolas, on the other hand, was not invulnerable to emot. He. He could see it, the longing that glazed over Glorfindel's green eyes every time they were neared, the pent-up passion gracing his fair face each time he was looking at him, and he waited. Waited for Glorfindel to make the first move, to touch him and take him the way a lover would do. But until this day, none of those times had ever come.

Staring at Glorfindel like this, Legolas realized that this was the source of his restlessness. His thoughts slowly awoke the same strange feeling he had had this morning when they were kissing under the tree, only this time it came doubling up. It bubbled inside him, shooting at the most sensitive part of his nerves and making him shiver almost uncontrollably. He knew what it was, could almost smell it rapidly engulfing every corner of his whole features.

Lust.

Glorfindel was often too kind and overly afraid of hurting him, and in his deep concern, he entirely forgot that Legolas too was a being with a need and a passion begging to be fulfilled; a certain need he felt every time he was alone with Glorfindel. Before this very night, Legolas himself was too fearful to even ponder of it. The longtime nightmares with his two brothers and his recent assault with the Sindarin Elves had made him rather immune to all kinds of desire and everything else considering an intimate physical contact, or so he thought.

But apparently, he was so dead wrong.

With the intensity of a mere ghost, the young Elf got up and crept near, giving a light shake to Glorfindel's sleeping form. "Glorfindel."

At the first touch of the young Elf, Glorfindel's eyes became focused. He woke up in alarm, the first thing came to his mind that Legolas was having another nightmare. He moved to sit up, but held firmly in place as Legolas pushed him back down onto the mattress.

Confused, the blond Noldo searched for the other's eyes. "Legolas, what happened? Another bad dream?"

Legolas shook his head, not straightforwardly giving him an answer. Glorfindel stared at him, his keen sight recognizing a furious glitter in the youngster's eyes. It was not fear, but something else he could not name.

Worry blasted into him and he took hold of Legolas' shoulder. "Legolas, lirimaer, what is it?"

A loud gasp left Glorfindel's mouth as all of a sudden Legolas dove toward him, laying half of his body atop of him and hiding his face in the nape of his neck.

"Glorfindel, I want .."

"What�?"

Then it came, a very soft murmur from Legolas, slipping to his ear and took him entirely by surprise.

"Glorfindel, melme, please .. make love to me .."
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