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Title: Minerva (3/?)

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I do not own them and do not make any money.

Warnings: slash, non-con sex, rape, violence/torture. Not for those who hate the idea of evil Elves, not for those who hate the idea of Noldorin Elves gone bad, and definitely NOT for Elladan's fans. Huge apology: he is my evil Elf.

Author's note: AU. Very, very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! If you can't stand them, please leave.

So,so very sorry for the long break. I just couldn�t find a time to write anything. Hope after this, I can continue as usual.

Thanks so much Wilwarin for beta reading.

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Chapter Three
Orophin awoke with a soft grunt. The first thing he felt when he peeled his eyes open was the stinging pain that coursed alongside his body. The world seemed to spin around his head, and he had to lie very still, spending a few seconds to calm himself and his scattered senses, lest he would slip back to oblivion.

As sensibility gradually flowed back to him, he found himself lying with the soft grass beneath his back. It was all darkness around him, so at first he thought he was still unconscious. But as he forced his eyes to focus harder, he caught sight of branches and leaves above him and a round silver object he deemed was a moon, and he then knew he was very much awake.

All of what had taken place that day slowly came back to his mind; of the meeting that had gone amiss, the ambush by the Noldorin troop, and finally Elladan's wrath. His body felt stiff all over from the beatings, and he was certain there were bruises everywhere on his skin. Nonetheless Orophin was still feeling fortunate for not having any broken bones.

Slowly, as to not add more pain to himself, Orophin tried to stretch his aching muscles, but he wasn't able to do as much for his hands were bound tightly behind his back and so were his legs. Cursing to himself, he strove to lift himself to sit up. Every small movement seemed to hurt, and a tired sigh left his mouth when he managed to finally sit, and leaned his back against the tree trunk behind him.

He waited for the pain to lessen before he ran his eyes to his surroundings. It seemed that they hadn't yet reached Rivendell and the Noldor had set up a temporary camp to spend the night. A campfire was being built in the middle of the clearing; its flame blazing and lighting the small clearing. He noticed the familiar dark haired Elf, which was Elladan, who was sitting only a few meters from where he was, with four Noldorin soldiers sitting around him. They were eating and drinking, chattering among themselves in low voices and none seemed to pay any heed to him. Other than that, Orophin saw no sign of the rest of the small troop.

Orophin was very much thirsty himself. His throat was so dry, and he felt like he would give everything he had just for a little drip of water to get rid of his thirst. But he knew better than to ask it of the Noldor; something in his instinct told him not to attract any attention from these Elves, and thus he remained motionless.

As he pondered of what fate might befall on him, a small movement from his side distracted his thoughts. He whipped his head to his left, and was taken by surprise as he saw that the blond Sinda survivor was sitting next to him all along.

The young Elf was more or less in the same condition as he was. He was sitting with his back to the tree trunk, his hands and legs were bound, and various large bruises adorned his cheeks from the earlier beatings. But his other wounds appeared to be taken care of, for Orophin saw clean bandages wrapped around his right arm and his injured ankle.

With aid from the lights of the moon and fire, the Lorien Elf could better study the strange Elf. Upon a closer look, the Sinda looked much younger than he had thought, as well as very beautiful. Long blond silken locks spilled around lean shoulders of a lithe, well-sculptured figure, and even with all the dirt and bruises marring his face, they couldn't hide much the beauty of the dazzling face underneath it.

At the second Orophin turned his head around, the young blond lifted his head, returning his stare with his wide blue-hazel eyes. They shared glances at each other, until it was the Silvan who was the first to break the silence.

Lowering his voice just so the Noldor would not overhear him, Orophin asked. "How long have we been here?"

The Sinda took a moment to ponder of the question. Then with a hoarse and tired voice, he began to speak. "Not for long. It was but a moment ago they decided to halt for a camp. I heard them speaking of a plan to continue the trip at dawn tomorrow and reach Imladris at tomorrow midday."

"Tomorrow midday?" Orophin released a heavy breath. "It could only mean we are already within the border. Do you see any chance of an escape?"

"Nay," the youngster shook his head. "They dispersed scouts all over this place. We have no weapons with us, and even if we do escape, I know not the way to get out of this forest."

Orophin sighed wearily. "Perhaps you are right. It is very dark, and I doubt it if I could find the path to return to Lorien, moreover to Mirkwood. I don't even know where my horse is. I'm afraid we are hopeless, are we not?"

The other Elf gave him a small nod of agreement, but he did not let out anymore reply. He tore his gaze away and planted them to the ground in front of him. Mist of sadness began to heavily cloud his face and he looked so defeated, it induced sympathy from his fellow captive.

Clearing his throat, Orophin decided to calm him by changing the conversation to a milder subject. "You know my name, but I haven't had yours. What am I suppose to address you with, Elf?"

With that, the young blond then raised his eyes to once again look upon him and gave his reply. "I am called Silinde."

"Silinde," Orophin repeated. "Pardon my next question, Silinde, but I am merely wondering your age. How old are you actually?"

At hearing the tone of curiosity in Orophin's words, a smile made its way to Silinde lips and he answered, but in a rather timid gesture. "I will turn 300 in the next winter."

"And this is your first mission, I assume?"

"This is my first trip out of Mirkwood, yes indeed," Silinde replied quickly. Orophin nodded and parted his lips as to give another reply, but the young blond cut him short. "You see me as too young, do you not? And inexperienced, specifically in battle. Useless, so to speak."

"Surely not," Orophin retorted softly, despite he was glad not to hear any anger or accusation in the younger Elf's tone of voice. "I have seen you fight, and you are very indeed. Though you have to know that it takes a lot more than courage to deal with your situation right now."

Silinde knitted his brows, not quite comprehended his words. Leaning his body slightly to Silinde's direction, Orophin then shot his next question. "Are you afraid, Silinde?"

If any, Silinde's face became even paler and a glisten of tears then shimmered in his eyes. "I do not..."

He bit down har his his lower lip, seemingly struggling to form coherent words as an answer, before he eventually let it out in a quivering tone. "Midril had warned me of this. He told me of the possibility of getting into battle with the Noldor. That was why he nearly refused to take me with him. But I did not believe him and insisted to come along. I would not have thought, if only I knew it would have come to this�." He paused slightly as to fight back the sobs threatened to overtook him and his voice began to falter. �These Elves� They have no heart� They could have taken my friends captives, but instead they killed them all� before my very eyes�"

"That's right, Silinde," Orophin interrupted. "And they will kill you too. Or most possibly, they will torture you before theyso. so. You are their enemy, you had learned well the hatred between your race and the Noldor, so do not expect any mercy from them. Hence I was asking, are you afraid, youngling?"

Swallowing hard, Silinde made up his mind. "Nay� I am not afraid."

"Good." Satisfied with the answer, Orophin leaned back to the tree, but kept his eyes on the youngster. "You have to know, pen-neth, I am a Silvan from Lorien, and we Lorien Elves do not meddle with this conflict between your two races, nor have we any will for it. I pity you greatly. If I could, I wish to help you get through this, but both of us know well that it is not possible. I intend not to frighten you, but you need to know what shall befall you."

Silinde's blue eyes now were widened in confusion and he whispered dreadfully. "What are you saying?"

"You are on your own, Silinde," Orophin explained as gently as he possibly could, despite that he knew he brought no comfort at all with his upcoming words. "Once you enter Imladris, you will face such a fate worse than anything you ever envisioned. These Noldor will want to gain knowledge of your kingdom, and they will try everything to make you speak. They will try to break you and to make you yield to their will. I can not help you, and thus all I can advice you is to be strong, Silinde, for your King and for Mirkwood."

The look on the youngster's face verified his understanding of the severe situation. But above all, a light of determination began to shine in the depth of his eyes; it even grew stronger as he nodded his head. "I will not break, Orophin. They might try at anything they please, but I assure you they shall have naught from me."

Orophin flashed him a kind, soothing smile which Silinde returned. It was somehow brought some kind of relief to Orophin, to be able to bring a little strength to this fearful young Elf. It was the least he could do. But the defiance on Silinde's face lasted only but a mere second. Something caught his attention, and as he looked passed Orophin to discern the source, he tensed. Orophin promptly followed his line of sight, and at that instance he understood what had caused the youngster's fear.

He had no idea when it started, but it seemed during the time he conversed with Silinde, Elladan and his four subordinates had begun to watch them. It was supposed to be a normal procedure for the soldiers to eye their prisoners, if it was not for the derisive, unmistakable grins on their faces that told Orophin they were planning something devious toward both him and the Sinda.

Apparently Silinde noticed it too, for he blanched visibly and grew restless all of a sudden. The frown on his face was even more deepened as two of the guards stood up, then started to walk to their direction.

Knowing exactly what was coming, Orophin once again whispered to him. "Remember what I said, Silinde. Be strong."

The young Elf obviously was trapped in too much fear; he barely could hear any word came from the Orophin. All he managed to do was fix his eyes on the two Noldor as they approached closer and closer, to finally come to a halt, towering in front of the two captives.

The soldier Orophin recalled was named Masares had a wide smirk on his face as he greeted them. "Well, well, it is absolutely nice to see how the two of you are getting along well. It could lighten your day, I suppose. Do you not think so, Valendil?"

Valendil was a very tall Elf, black haired, good-looking and was very much cunning at the same time. He appeared to be one of high rank officers in Imladris army, judging by the marks on the upper side of his tunic that were a little different with the one Masares currently wore. His face was expressionless as he darted his cold eyes from Silinde to Orophin and back, and instead of replying his colleague, the Noldorin officer snorted in abhorrence.

"Elladan wished to have a word with the two of you. We will release you from your binds. Please do try to run, either of you, and I will not hesitate to kill you. Understand?"

None of the two captives let out a response to this, but Valendil knew far too well that they completely understood his warning. With a brief nod from him, he and Masares pulled out a small dagger from each of their belts, and while Masares handled Orophin, he himself knelt in front of Silinde.

As he finished cutting the ropes from Silinde, Valendil stood up straight. Then he grabbed a fist of Silinde�s hair and yanked him to stand on both feet, fully ignoring the shocked yelp that escaped his prisoner's lips.

At once, Orophin yelled to him. "Hey, take it easy! You need not to do such a thing."

Valendil took a moment to spare him a menacing glance, and he hissed in return. "Should I need advice from you, I will ask. Unfortunately, traitor, I am not in the need for it. So do yourself a favor and behave your tongue, lest you want me to rip it from your very mouth."

Loathing was tight on Orophin's face as he glared back to the ruthless Elf. He should have been able to put up more retort, if Masares hadn't pulled him to his feet and pushed him to the place where Elladan and the other two guards were sitting. Valendil was doing the same with Silinde, only in his case he did it with his grip in the blond's long hair, not even bothering to pay any slightest regard to all the injuries Silinde had on his body. Then, as they grew nearer, the two guards shoved them to sit by Elladan; Orophin on his left and Silinde on his right.

Even as he was being shoved roughly in the back, Orophin managed to put some distance between himself and the young Master, sitting with his legs folded and Masares on his back. But inevitably, Silinde was not that fortunate.

Valendil pushed him so harshly, it caused the young Sinda to drop down hard, almost collapsing on Elladan's lap. The intensity in Elladan's gray-black eyes drew him to jerk back fully in dread, and he bounced to Valendil's body behind him. Another guard took a seat at his side, completing his ever so vulnerable position. Not being able to do anything else, Silinde sat hugging himself, distress and fear blended as one at being surrounded by so many of his enemies.

Leaning his back comfortably on the tree trunk, Elladan's eyes studied the two prisoners. He, however, took only a second to gaze toward Orophin, and rather focused his whole attention to the blond Elf instead.

"I assume you must be famished, little Elf," he started to speak, and gestured to the flaxen haired soldier who was sitting at the other side of Silinde. "Errenier, be kind and go feed him something."

In his fright, Silinde didn't even dare to meet Elladan's nor any of the Noldor's eyes. But still his stubbornness won, as in response to Elladan's words, he abruptly shook his head. "I do not hunger."

"No?" Elladan asked again. "Then have a drink, surely you do thirst."

But again, for a second time in a row, the blond shook his head in plain refusal. "I am not thirsty."

At hearing the declination from the young captive, a low chuckle left Elladan's mouth. "I beI believe you are. It is only you possess too much pride to let anyone know of it." He leaned forward to better observe the young Elf and murmured both in teasing and threatening tone. "What is this? Do you really think by doing this you have found a way to defy me?"

Before Silinde could reply, the fourth Elf in the group, a huge Elf by the name of Gilfaron, answered for him. "Mayhap he chooses for us to begin with our interrogation."

"That could be likely," the dark haired Master agreed. Still smiling, he lifted a hand and twirled his long, white fingers in between Silinde's golden locks, enjoying how the younger Elf squirmed fretfully by the act. "Oh I would love to torture you, Elf. I would very much adore peeling off your skin while you are still breathing like you are now, just so I could tear a bit of screams from that pretty mouth of yours. But I would not rush, at least not in this moment, as I will gain plenty of time for that once we reached Rivendell. So I guess the question now is, what am I suppose to do with you, huh?"

"If you ask me, Elladan," it was then Valendil's turn to verbally abuse the blond captive, "I would rather fancy to put his pretty mouth for a better use. Though I am well aware of the fact that you do not share."

"Truthfully? I don't," Elladan snickered. "However, I feel very generous tonight, so consider yourselves lucky, men."

The four Noldor chuckled, and faint tremor instantly shook Silinde's lean form as the comprehension of Elladan's words struck home. It was true that he had made himself ready should Elladan and the others were in fact wish to begin with their torture, but to this kind of assault Silinde was completely unprepared. He refused still to see into Elladan's eyes, but he clearly could sense the hunger and lust in Elladan�s eyes as they fixed into him, and it caused him fear like he never had imagined before.

Watching from his place, Orophin could no longer detain all of his contempt at witnessing how Silinde was being harassed in such a humiliating way. His voice then broke the night air; it was low but certainly was loud enough for them to hear. "Leave him alone."

Elladan's head whipped around fast to face him. A hint of surprise glistened in his eyes as he spoke to Orophin in a mocking tone. "Someone is certainly irritated here. I wonder why." His eyes stayed on Orophin, but his next words were directed to his second in command. "Valendil, did you not tell him to watch his tongue?"

"I did," the Elf in question replied, glaring to Orophin with his furious, black eyes. "But it appears he is experiencing a mild difficulty following an order."

"Which is very enticing," Elladan snapped and arched both his dark eyebrows. "Are you too possessing an interest to defy me, Guardian?"

"I have not any of the interest, Elladan, believe me," Orophin gritted behind clenched jaws. "All I am asking is for you and your men to leave him alone. In case you haven't noticed, Elladan, he is only a child. He is harmless and you have no right to treat him like so."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, Orophin, he is my captive," Elladan declared uncaringly. "And I do have a full right to do whatever I wish with him. Or more likely, I will let my men do thusly. He might be a child, this Sinda, but he is remarkably beautiful, is he not? I am sure you do agree with me that he would make a wonderful plaything."

Orophin had heard of Elladan�s temper, which was the most ill from the two brothers, but never he had thought the eldest of the twins would be this cruel. It was almost unbelievable to hear such words coming out from the son of Elrond; one of the many Elven Lords to whom Orophin paid a great respect.

Nearly choked by his boiling anger, the Lorien Elf hissed in disgust. "Seek your pleasure elsewhere, you so-called son of a Lord."

All at once, he felt Masares's hand in behind his neck, and he was shoved face first onto the ground. Enraged, Orophin began to struggSuppSupposedly it would be easy to haul himself up, if not for Gilfaron that pressed his knee on his back, putting such a mighty pressure that enabled him to move not even an inch.

With his grip remaining on Orophin's neck, Masares looked down at him. "Is it so hard to keep that mouth shut, Elf? Or you prefer for us to show you how it's done?"

"Go kiss an orc, sick Noldor!" Orophin spat hatefully.

Orophin felt Gilfaron's hand pulling him roughly to lie on his side, and the next thing he felt was the Noldo's strong fist which met his stomach in a violent blow. Orophin groaned and strove with all he might to fight back, but once more a massive punch on his stomach halted his every movement. Masawastwasted no time to join in with the torture, and he and Gilfaron soon were busy bombarding him with their fists.

Nearly jumping from his seat, Silinde shouted. "STOP IT! Please, stop!"

He fought desperately against Valendil's hands that holding him in place, but it was useless as the Noldo was much stronger than he was. Unavoidable tears glimmered in his eyes as the young Elf could do no more except to watch as Orophin's torture continued.

Then to both his and Orophin�s relief, after some moments passed, Elladan ley out his order, "That's enough, you two."

Orophin's body jerked with the last punch, to then lay helplessly on the grass, writhing and panting fully in agony. He hadn't yet recovered from the earlier beatings, and now that he received even the harsher ones, Orophin was totally wrecked. Again he considered himself lucky for not having any broken bones, but still, the pain was too excruciating�

Raising his eyes to his young Lord, Masares questioned him. "Would you like us to bind his hands?"

"Nay, 'tis fine," Elladan returned. "With his condition, he couldn't possibly go anywhere anyhow."

A momentary quietness followed, until Valendil's heavy voice broke the air. "What now, Elladan?"

Elladan then averted his eyes to Silinde. He enjoyed fully the terrified look on the blond's face, the tear-stricken blue eyes that widened in fear and the furious tremble that raked the lithe body. Elladan hated all Sindar, detesting them to the very core, with a probable exception to Legolas only. But to the one that currently sitting before him, Elladan had no pity whatsoeverl hel he wanted was for this young blond to suffer; he didn't even care if the young Elf died before they reached Rivendell.

In a calming manner as if he was speaking of the weather, he commanded. "Why not you four take your little whore here and disappear from my sight?"

It was like all hope had been ripped away from Silinde. Too frightened he was, he failed to utter any possible word, let alone to move. The soft laughter from Valendil was the only thing he heard before he felt a pair of strong hands grabbed his own, jerking him to his feet and starting to drag him across the field. And it was then Silinde began to scream.

Behind blurry eyes, Orophin watched as the four Noldor hauled the screaming and weeping Sinda to the other edf thf the small clearing. As they reached their destination, the four then lowered him to the ground; cruel smirks adorned their faces as they began to rip the clothes from Silinde's struggling form.

Orophin just had no heart to watch any longer and he closed his eyes. But something was bothering him, and in the next second, he snatched his eyes back open.

Four Noldor. And Silinde. So where was Elladan?

The answer came promptly as an undeniable weight and sudden heat pressed onto his back; the warmness of breath assailing his ear as Elladan whispered into his ear. "Just so you know, Orophin of Lorien, I have no intention to lay with that Sinda. I have been watching you and I know what I want as I first saw you. It was you that I desire and I shall have you, even if it is against your will."

Horrid comprehension of what was expected of him started to dawn on Orophin, but it was too late as he felt Elladan's hand roam alongside his body.
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