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The Fallen	By : ElvenDemagogue Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 2718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Fallen
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 2
- 3
- 4
Thanks for the review! Yes, a
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It’s coming…soon. :O
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She awoke with a headache when her body jarred violently. Her clothing was soaked, her dark hair plastered to the
sides of her cheeks. She felt
heavy and dizzy as the one bearing her put her down and shoved her. Off balance, the Elf fell to her knees
into a puddle of mud. There she
opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings.
They were within a courtyard of stone and ahead was a great, black
door. There was a faint sense of
renewal that had been tarnished by darkness once more. The faces of the few Men around her
were touched of corruption.&;
Walk on your own.”
Vana lifted her head in defiance, but couldn’t put much into a fight. There wasn’t much she could do without
her weapons and her arms around her bacpan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
So when they pushed her towards the citadel she didn’t fight it. For the most part they had not harmed
her, nor the prince, so she would not encourage them to just yet. Still, she did want to know one thing. “Where is Lord Boromir?”
For her question the one carrying Eldarion, who was ahead, turned and raised
his hand. Before she could react
he backhanded her, sending her to the mud. “If the Prince sees fit to tell you, he will, whore. Until then, shut up.”
Her head exploded in a round of new and terrible pain. Vana groaned, but managed to bring
herself to look up. Eldarion
stared back over the shoulder of his captor with wide, frightened blue
eyes. Two hands closed about her
shoulders, picking her up and pushing her forward again.
The thunder rolled heavily, evidence of a storm that had been well
underway. She must have been
unconscious for hours, she estimated as she was taken from the cold into the
inside. Within it was nicely
decorated, warm and friendly if cold.
It did not bear the dark touch a place of evil would be expected, but
neither was it wholesome. People
seemed to regard her coldly as she was taken through the main hallway to a
stairwell. “Move,” her captor
growled, pushing her onto the stairs.
Each step jarred her headache, causing her to groan in pain, but she did not
allow herself to falter. Up a few
flights sep separated she and Eldarion, causing her to steel herself and
ignore the pain. “Where are you
taking him?” she demanded, jerking away from the one holding her. He caught her and shoved her
chest-first against the wall, turning her head away as the other man carried
the baby off.
When both man and child disappeared the dark one holding her jerked her back
and shoved her onwards. She turned
to see if she could catch any trace of where they had gone, but there was
nothing. “The Prince of Gondor
isn’t your concern,” her captor hissed, pushing her forward.
They came to a door that he unlocked and forced her into. Within there was very little besides
the bare essentials and some scarce decorum. Whn>When he shoved her towards the bed a nervous feeling flitted
through her stomach. She prepared
herself to fight to the death if necessary, only feeling the need increase as
he shoved her onto the soft surface.
His dark eyes watched her a moment and her breath caught in her
chest. He laughed at her fear,
then exited without another word.
The tension of that moment seemed to bleed away, at least partly. Vana lay back against the bed and
exhaled, glaring at the ceiling.
She was uncomfortable and cold, drenched and hurting. Thoughts and wonderings turned over in
her mind. Why had they brought
them? By what she had heard she
assumed that they had been after Eldarion, but why? If Minas Ithil had indeed been reclaimed he dhe darkness of
Sauron, then that could only mean its caretaker had been killed.
She closed her eyes and shifted uncomfortably, cursing the ties around her
wrists. The flesh there stung,
having been cut by the thin ropes.
She was drifting and before long slhad had claimed her again, but it did
not remain. Fifteen or so minutes
passed before her door being opened woke her up. Pulling herself out of sleepy haze, Vana sat up and looked
for her intruder.
He was silent, watching softly, his head tilted and a smile touching his
lips. A thrill passed through her,
looking at so beautifulace ace wearing so dark a countenance. So Prince Legolas did indeed live. He walked around to the side of the bed
and sat down, causing her to shift away from him. “Why am I being held here?” she asked softly, not sure what
was going on here.
Stretching forth his hand, he brushed the wet hair away from her neck,
smoothing along the damp skin until it was draped down her back. “Why not ask what will be done to you?”
he replied in a whispery way that made her shiver. Moving his fingers along her skin, he reached for the clasp
at her throat and undid it. Her
cape loosened and fell away from her shoulders to the bed. “You look uncomfortable.”
Vana pulled herself away from him, conscious of the intensity of his eyes as
he watched her. He was bating her
and she would not allow it. “What
have you done to Lord Boromir?” she asked instead.
p>&#p>“He is sleeping,” Legolas answered with an exhale. He pulled back, keeping to himself, but his eyes never left
her. “He was hit quite hard.”
When his hand moved towards her again she flinched, trying to decide what to
do about this situation. Acting
rashly could see dire consequences, but neither would she submit to domination
if that was what he was planning.
He was an Elf, though, no matter what had befallen him. She did not expect he would do her any
terrible harm. It was not in his
nature. As it was, he was merely
taking her sopping cape from the bed.
He stood, shaking the article of clothing and sprinkling the floor with
rain droplets. Vana watched him as
he fumbled with it, his face tilted down, but those dark eyes of his rising to
meet hers. Looking away, she
scooted towards the edge of the bed and stood up. “I don’t suppose you would untie me,” she grunted, not sure
what to expect.
She jumped when the wet cloak hit the floor with a distinct, wet thud. “No, I’m sorry, but I cannot do
that. You understand I cannot have
you roaming my city freely and while your door will remain locked, I do not
trust you to remain behind it. I
recall my kin are very resourceful.”
He laughed lightly and she looked as he approached with a wistful
expression. “It has been long
since I have seen one of my own.
Daily I am surrounded by the Men that King Aragorn entrusted me to care
for and while they are an interesting diversion, I find you…more
interesting. I count myself
fortunate you were among Eldarion’s guardians.”
“Where is he?” she asked him, looking for his reply without flinching back
from the irritation she saw momentarily cross his features. “You haven’t…”
“Hurt him?” Legolas finished with an upturned eyebrow. “No, of course not. He would be of no use to me if I did
that, now would he?”
Vana frowned at the Elf before her, growing more ill at ease with this
situation. “Then why have you taken
him from his mother and father?”>
>
His answer rattled her to the core. “Come now,
archer. Surely you can guess at
the nature of my master.” He paced
around her, moving to stand before her, his eyes trailing down her. “You’re a mess. an>Ian>I would be no good host if I did not
make you comfortable.” an>Han>He smoothed
a wet lock of hair behind her ear.
“Don’t,” she said sharply, mo her her head away.
Legolas inhaled and folded his hands behind his back, pacing again, this
time stopping behind her. It made
her vastly uneasy, but she would not betray weakness and start from him like an mal.mal. “I have d ond one of the
young ladies of the court to bring you a few of her dresses until I can have
something made, of course. I
expect there will be some nightclothes as well.” He paused in reflection. “Your clothes are filthy. Those brutes are over-eager to mistreat my guests. I shall have to speak with them.”
“Indeed you shall,” Vana retorted, not liking his pretty talk. She was not a guest here, nor was he
some gracious host. She began to
turn to tell him just that, but paused when warmth molded to her back. He was very close, reaching his hands
up and resting them against her shoulders. Tensing herself, she took a step away, but he would not allow
her to escape, pulling her back.
He drew her hair back, twisting it and wringing it out, then letting it fall
against her back as he went for her shoulders again. His fingers danced along the rim of her tunic, curling
around the neck of the fabric. Intensely
discomforted by that, she started to pull away again, but was startled when he
jerked the clothing and ripped it down her back. The air assailed her wet skin, causing her to shiver.
Hissing, “Do not touch me!” she turned away, glaring at his smiling face.
“Come now,” he soothed, coming near again. She bacawayaway from him, conscious of his confident
stare. “Surely you know you cannot
possibly match me, such as you are.
I am not going to harm you.”
Vana would not give in to his pretty words, nor his pretty face, no matter
that he was an Elf. “Tell me what
it is you want of me,” she demanded low, finding hef upf up against a wall in
short order.
His intense eyes became colored by irritation. “You are wet,” he observed coolly, eyeing her from head to
toe in such a way that made her want to be dry. “Perhaps Lord Elrond allows his home to be marred by the
subtle damage water can do to a floor…or to a bed, but I do not.” He smiled when her eyes flashed. “That is the raiment of a guardian of
Imladris, is it not?”
She drew her chin up proudly.
“I am among the honor guard to Lord Elrond.”
Legolas nodded slowly, moving closer in a subtle way that disarmed her
somewhat. “Indeed. Then I shall have to give you extra
care if I am to keep you here.” At
her glare, he continued in a deceptively pleasant way. “Much as I wish to confront Aragorn,
now is not the time I fear. I
simply cannot let you and the Steward go.
You understand, don’t you?”
“I understand that one of my own kind was weak enough to fall prey to the
lies of Sauron,” she countered harshly, stepping back from him once more.
His expression did not change, nor did his pitch and tone, but within his
eyes a veil of darkness so deep she nearly looked away seemed to part,
revealing a dangerous nature.
“Quick is yourgue,gue, but slow your understanding. You know not of what you speak.” Then his lips curved into a smile as he
enforced his presence. Against the
wall there was nothing she could do as he reached for her again, fingering the
shoulder of her clothes. His eyes
held a depth of sadness twas was strange for one so young as he. “But you shall, meleth. Then perhaps you will not be so quick
to judge.”
Her breath seemed to be drawn shallow as she looked for any way to get out
of his grasp, but she was cornered and bound as she was could not do much
against him. He >He pulled a dagger
from his belt, making her need to be away all the more real. She poised herself to leap into him in
a vain attempt at getting away, but his stern look made her think twice. “I’m not going you hurt you, as I
said,” he reprimanded in a melancholy tone as he began cutting away her
shirt. She struggled against him,
but he held her pinned until it fell from her to the floor.
“Then what are you going to do?”
Her tone was harsh and unforgiving as his eyes swept along her
chest. Her bra was thin and very
wet, a fine sheen of rain coated her skin, and it seemed to interest him more
than she cared to think. His
fingers danced down the arm strap, curving along the top of her breast until he
reached the center. Don&Don’t do
this.”
When he spoke his voice was scarce more than a whisper. “Long has it been since I’ve looked
upon a woman of my kindred. I find
my eyes missing the visiorelyrely.”
Legolas gave a small laugh, looking down at her flesh, then back into
her eyes. “You tremble so. Worry not.” His dagger slipped up within the fabric, snapping the bra at
the center, then moving to cut the straps. He removed it gently, tossing it away, then placed his hands
on her hips. “I have not the will
to harm you.”
He closed in on her, pressing his lips along hers, kissing softly and then
moving down. Vana struggled, but
he was stronger than she was and could do little against him. When his mouth came to her breast,
encircling the moistened skin in a tender suck, she inhaled sharply and tried
to draw herself away as his hands pushed her leggings and underwear down. They fell in a pool around her ankles
and a sick feeling filled her.
Elves did not do this, they did not violate of their own kind, nor of
any other kind. But it was
happening and she could do nothing to stop it.
Straightening, Legolas placed his hands on either side of the wall to her
right and left, then forcedtherther kiss from her lips before he spoke
again. “Such a small indulgeI
aI
asked of you. Was it so
terrible?” He laughed at her blush
and the sound of his breath filler eer ears. Taking hold of her shoulder, he pulled her from her pants
and then let her go. Trying to get
a hold of her breathing, for it drew much attention, she watched as he bent
down, taking her clothing into his hands.
He carried it to the door, opened it and for a moment she was tempted to
bolt, but knew he would stop her and possibly put her in a more secure
position. He made her very
uncomfortable and she wanted him to leave, but when he closed and locked the
door again she felt herself tense up in expectation. He picked up on that instantly and watched her for a moment,
possibly reveling in her struggle with herself or perhaps taking offence. She could not tell what he was
feeling. “I have put you in a very
distressing situation, I see. It
bothers you to be naked before my eyes, but I promise if you are civil with me
I shall be with you.” He motioned
to the bed. “Sit.”
“I prefer to stand,” she told him dishonestly.&s"> The truth was sitting would offer her more cover, but that
he suggested it made her suspicious.
Legolas shrugged, folding his hands behind his back as he paced. “As you wish. If I wanted to rape you, however, your standing would not
prevent it.” The cold way he said
it filled her with dread, but conceding his logic, she sat down, maneuvering so
her hair draped somewhat over her breasts. He seemed amused by the action, but said nothing. “All I wish is to talk to you. Whatever Sauron had done must have been terrible. Two natures warred within him, she
could see that much. “But surely you
must know what I am truly asking.
I know the Noldor fight now at the Grey Havens, but the battle will not
be one they can wipan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> What I want
to know is if they will come here to fight.”
She shook her head, unwilling to give away any important tactical
information. “I do not know. Lord Elrond did not see fit to tell me. I am only a guard.”
Moving with a deliberate patience, watching his hand’s trail, he brushed his
fingertips along her jaw line and ear.
“You have eyes and ears.
You must know something.”
“Aye, I do know something.” His
dark eyes looked expectantly. “I
know they fight at the Grey Havens.”
For a moment by his expression she feared violence. She saw his fist tighten and prepared
herself for the blow, but it never came.
At the last moment he seemed to remember himself and nodded. “Very well, meleth. If you do not know I will give you the
benefit of the doubt. Do you know
anything of Lothl�rien?”
“What do you think I should know? I am not present at the discussions he has with King
Elessar. I am a guardian to Lord
Elrond’s person, not an advisor.”
“Then why is it you were with the Steward and the Prince of Gondor?” he
asked suddenly, watching her eyes for any sign of deceit. She was aware of his fingers still
tracing her ear.
A blush rose to her cheeks steadily, for reasons she could not
identify. “I was speaking with
Lord Boromir. It was he that was
caring for the prince. My being
taken was nothing more than an accident.”
He was silent a moment, taking her answer and weighing it. His hand dropped from her ear to her
thigh, touching there and she felt her skin crawl at how personal he was. “You know nothing, then,” he
summarized, looking her over. “It
is a shame you could not provide me with any information, but I will make use
of you yet.” His hand slid down
her inner thigh and startled, she jerked away. The speed at which he was on the bed filled her with fear
that he would be violent as he climbed over her, forcing her back to the bed.
Beneath his straddle she squirmed, her arms aching at the strain of being
behind her. With a glare filled
with hatred she hissed, “You said you would not harm me!”
A dark laugh came from his lips and to her ears in a lustful sort of caress
that sent shivers through her. “It
does not have to hurt.” The light
of the torch near the door and the moon shining in from the window on the other
side combined with the shadows, making his eyes glitter with a mixture of
warmth and coldness. Just like his
manner, deivelively warm and chillingly cold. There were the beginnings of a whisper of ‘please’ on her
lips, but she bit them back, knowing it would do no good.
“But it does hurt,” she told him instead, trying to shake him with
truth. When he knit his brow, she
explained, “My arms.”
His smile was playful and amused as he drew his hand down her b. Too long has it been since I have had a woman that would
tempt me so. The mortal women here
are young, they know nothing of the seductive charm in the hunt. Too often they are willing because of
my beauty alone, but you…you I get to overpower and you have no idea how
desirable that makes you.”
“Does it?” she spat, trying to sit up, but failing beneath the weight of his
hold as he leaned over her, pressing kisses to her cheek and throat. Her innocent movements to get away
seemed only to enflame him, his hungry kissing only growing in intensity. “Some challenge,” she hissed, closing
her eyes in disgust as his tongue lapped at her shoulder. “Taking a bound woman.”
Laughing at that, Legolas sat up and looked dalmoalmost fondly. “I love that you think you can
manipulate me, meleth. So, you
wish to feed my lusts and fight me fairly?” He drew his hand down her hip and nodded. “So be it.”
As he got up off of her Vana’s mind raced, trying to find some way to get
out of thspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Legolas stood up off
the bed, opening his silken silvery shirt at the chest. He threw it down, then knelt on the
bed, taking her by the shoulders and easing her up. When he began to untie her she waited for the right
moment. Instead of allowing him to
dictate the terms, the moment she was free she would make her move and perhaps
take him by surprise.
The moment came. She felt the
ropes loosen and slip down her raw wrists. Moving quick she jerked one free and swung it around,
sending it into his cheek and knocking him back. She didn’t wait for him to react, getting to her feet and
racing for the doopan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> When she got
to it she found itked ked and frustrated, she slammed her hands against the
wooden surface. When she turned to
see what he was doing, the Prince of Ithilien was glaring at her in
fascination, rubbing his red cheek.
He motioned to her form absently.
“Would you truly wish to run out there as you are? I will allow it, if you do. The guards here have not seen any other
Elven women aside from Arwen. She
is otherwise occupied, but I am certain you would be no less interesting.”
Her eyes darted for any sort of weapon, but the room had been stripped bare
of anything of the sort. Now
Legolas was approaching, expression intent and hungry. She bolted towards the right, trying to
get around him, but he caught her by the waist and slammed her against the
door, raising his hand. When it
fell against her cheek she whimpered at the stinging pain, her eyes
watering. Without mercy in his
dark gaze he hit her again, then took her by the arms, slamming her up against
the wall again. “Is this fun?” he
hissed, then hit her again. “Do
you enjoy the challenge?”
Vana pressed her hands to his shoulders, pushing him away, but he kept
coming. Beneath her palms his skin
wasy way warm. He was too strong
for her, easily pinning her there against the door as he continued his
punishment. One good hit made
everything go black for a moment and she felt herself slide down, but he caught
her, holding her up. Dizzy and in
pain, she barely registered as he picked her up and carried her to the bed,
whispering, “Shhh. It’s all right
now, meleth. You’re learning an
important lesson and learning always costs.”
He laid her down and she batted her hands, trying to fend off any further
intrusions, weak attempts that did little good. He was moving and when she focused on the sound she realized
what he was doing—he was taking his pants off. Instantly she sat up, but her head spun at the act and she
couldn’t dart away as quickly as she would have liked. The Elf Prince laughed lightly, easing
her back down again. “You lost
tonight, meleth, but I see the challenge will be making you accept that this is
your life now.”
He ran his hand down her hip, smoothing along her thigh and curving
inward. As he separated her legs,
Vana tensed, knowing she could do nothing to stop this now. The bed shifted as he moved on top of
her, positioning himself at her moist entrance. His hands pawed at her shoulders and his eyes devoured her
expressions as he thrust forward hard and fast. She squirmed and whimpered, gripping the sheets at the
unexpected pain his movement caused.
Legolas dropped his head in pleasure, taking a deep breath as he allowed
himself to enjoy the pleasure.
“You are so warm,” he purred, opening his eyes halfway, fixing an unfocused
watch on her face. His thumbs
traced her collarbone as he drew back slowly, then plunged forward again. Vana knit her brow, trying hard to hold
in her cries, but it was no easy thing.
His sharp intake of air filled her with loathing. He pulled his hips back, watching
intently, then rolled into her again, harder this time, trying to reach the
deepest parts within her. He was
not gentle, nor did he display any remorse when she whimpered in pain, gripping
the sheets.
He brought his hand up, tracing his fingers over her lips softly as he
whispered, “Shh, now. You’re all
right, love.” He jerked forward
again, placing his mouth over hers, easing her lips apart as she cried out
again, as if he were tasting her pain.
She felt him smile against her lips just before taking advantage of her
state to force his tongue in, caressing it against hers.
Vana tried to turn her head to be rid of his invasive kiss, but he would
hear nothing of it, taking her face in his hand. He held her firm, darting his tongue against hers as he
thrust hard and swift for his own pleasure. Whatever he said of not hurting her, he did not care
now. She felt as though she were
being torn in two; her thighs ached from the way he drove forward, keeping them
apart. He groaned into her mouth,
the pleasure rising in his movements.
His hands slid down her shoulders to the bed, bracing him as he rocked
again and again, devouring her moans of pain.
Unconsciously she raised one of her hands, pressing it against his shoulder
as if it would ease what he was doing to her, but it did not deter his
speed. Smoothing along her tongue
and lips, he removed himself from her mouth and rested his forehead against
hers, breathing hot whispers of lust into her ear. She gave a hard push against his flesh and he noticed,
reaching for her . “Mm, you like that.
I can tell.” His
soft-spoken voice sent thrills through h/p> /p>
“I hate this,” she hissed, blinking her eyes as tears trickled from
them.
His hips probed and prd atd at her until he won a gasp of unwanted
pleasure. Without mercy he
continued moving inside her in that same way, reveling in the way she
shivered. “You will come for me.”
Vana moved her head from side to side, groaning lightly at the onslaught of
this new sensation he caused her, affirming, “Never!”
His breath ragged, Legolas brushed her hair from her face and smiled down at
her with a look of confidence.
“Never is far too certain a word, love.” Jerking her already strained thigh even further back, he
began thrusting hard again, intent on his own pleasure. “You will come for me,” he growled,
then bit at her shoulder roughly, “you will submit, if I must do this a
thousand times, you will submit!”
The burning sensation she felt rushing through her, stabbing at her abdomen
each and every thrust became a blur as he continued riding her hard. She could barely hear his groans of
pleasure over her own cries of pain, but when he filled her with his essence
and stopped, she knew it, for the room became deathly quiet save his sated
panting. For a long time she lay
there with her eyes closed, not wanting to see him, not wanting to admit to
herself this was anything more than a terrible dream. But as his hands smoothed over her breasts, squeezing and
pawing, she could not hold back the reality of it. There was nothing she could do to take this back.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone cold, if tired.
Vana had not the strength to take another beating, so she obeyed in that
much. His golden hair tumbled down
the sides of his face as he looked into her eyes. For a moment that was all they did, but too soon he
interrupted the peaceful silence again.
Gripping her shoulders hard enough to bruise, he said in low, dark
tones, “You will submit to me.”
His eyes swept over her flushed form and his voice rose terribly,
causing her to tense in surprise as he continued harshly, “Though you shriek
inside, loathing the very breath you take, I will have you begging for me to
fuck you! The darkness wil a
a
drug you hate, but cannot resist.
I promise you that.”
That said, Legolas jerked himself out of her body, ignoring her whimper as
he got up and threw his clothes on.
He said nothing to her, but was not shy in looking. Vana curled into herself, trying to
avoid his baleful glare. This
sudden rage directed at her truly frightened her more than being raped
had. She knew of the way it was in
war. Even Elven women were not
immune to such vile darkness as that, but this…she knew not how to deal with
this. What had caused such a dark
fury to surface? Surely he could
not expect her to want this.
Never before had she seen an Elf act so violently.
Once he was clothed, he stalked out, slamming the door behind her. The loud crack made her jump and the lock
twisting closed once more filled her with dread. But his being gone brought her some small comfort. Trembling, Vana drew herself beneath
the covers and nestled beneath the warmth, too tired to contemplate escape just
now.
*
“You know something, Elf, I don’t believe I’ve ever liked you.” Boromir stood within the cell, his arms
leaned against the bars, his weight on one foot that was before the other and a
hard glint to his hazel eyes. He
eyed the Prince of Ithilien with a certain amount of distaste. The opinion seemed quite mutual,
too. He bore the prince’s glare
without flinching, however. “I
knew Elves meddled, but I did not know they could sink this low.”
Legolas paced before him with a smirk tilting his lips. “You knowhinghing of what I can do, I
assure you,” he replied low, then continued on, “but that can be remedied.”
Looking to the side with a huff, Boromir shook his head before turning
back. “What do you want, Elf? Let us skip the display and get right
into it, shall we?”
“As you wish it,” the cool voice replied in a voice barely above a
whisper. “Tell me what you know of
Aragorn’s plans.”
The Steward’s reply was simple.
“No.”
Legolas folded his hands before him, watching with grave, dark eyes. This would not be the end of it, of
course. His approach was not
entirely expected, however. “Vana
said the same thing,” he replied.
“Vana? Nothing happened. She exhaled softly, then began for the
door. Not two steps later she
heard his movement and bolted, grabbing the handle to open the door
further. She would give in neither to him nor to the will of
Sauron. Not if she had to die to
prevent it.
Legolas would not let her go.
His hand slid up her back softly, finding the base of her neckline and
holding her hard as he gripped the straps of her gown and jerked them from her
shoulders. She struggled hard to
keep her nightgown over her, but a swift, hard twist of the arm had her
whimpering in pain and he used the chance to pull the straps from her wrists. The silky gown slid down her form into
a puddle around her feet, leaving her completely bare before him.
Vana grit her teeth feeling the cold, hard surface of the door pressing into
her chest. He moved his hand down
to the center of her back between her shoulder blades, holding her firm until
she ached at the sheer force. She
pressed her hands against the door and pushed, but to no avail.
His breath came against her neck as he rained kisses along her bare
shoulder. “No, meleth, I will
never let you go.” His free hand
smoothed along her hip, then curved to rub rhythmically up and down one side of
her behind. His teeth grazed
against her skin, then sank down hard enough to make her wince and tighten her
fists. His hand stilled against
her as he bit hard, then lapped at her skin as if it would stay her pain, only
to do it again. “Does it hurt, my
love?”
“Not enough,” she growled through grit teeth, pushing against the door
again. He shoved her back against
it harshly, then hit her back with his fist. She closed her eyes, biting back any sound she might make
that would serve as a sign of her will faltering.
Legolas laughed darkly into her ear, sending his tongue against her
skin. She moved trn hrn her head
away from his invasive kiss and he pressed in with all the more fervor until
she could acutely hear his breathing.
It seemed deafening in the quiet as he resumed touching her. His hand rested against her hip, then
curved in towards her abdomen. His
fingers ran gentle circles around her belly button that brought flutters to her
stomach. When they made the trip
down her belly to the heat between her thighs she swallowed, trying to keep him
out.
He kicked at her ankles hard until she was forced by instinct to separate
them. Satisfied, he moved until
his fingers found their destination.
He forced them within the warmth, rubbing without care for her comfort,
teasing her and hurting her at the same time until the tide of her desire was
set free. Dipping into her wetness
Legolas smoothed his fingers inside her until he was satisfied. When he pulled his fingers out she felt
shaky and cold.
Grabbing for, her wrists, he drew them above her head and held them in
place. His body was intensely warm
against her, firm as she tried in vain a last time to get free. The prince’s hand slid down her arm,
her side and then left her as he reached between them. The bonds of his pants came undone and
she knew she could not stop this this time. She nearly doubled over when he forced himself up into her
sharply. The door kept her up and
trapped, forced to endure as he pulled back slowly, only to surge forward
again. His groan of desire, low
and deep, caused her heart to swim in turmoil as he stole pleasure from her.
His thrusts were intense and demanding, each roll pushing her into the door
again and again. Vana knit her
brow, resting it against the wooden surface as sweat began to bead on her
skin. “I’ll kill you,” she hissed,
trying to absolve some of the shame coursing through her. She would have vengeance for this
violation.
Legolas drew her arms down, curling them into her chest as he sent kisses
along her shoulders. His arms
encircled hers, hands rubbing at hers as he desperately pulled her away and to
a nearby table. “Not enough,” he
murmured, kissing her cheek and then forcing her down. He hooked his arm around her waist, jerking
her up until she was on her toes and he could restart his hard rhythm. Pants of pleasure escaped his lips as
he rocked forward hard, causing her to claw at the table. “I will have all of you,” he groaned
raggedly, his voice sounding strained against the bliss he was driving for.
Vana tried to curl into herself as some sort of shield against the pain,
closing her eyes and willing herself away from the here and now, but it was all
too present as the burning within increased. He took without regard, his movements harsh and
demng. Abruptly he grabbed her hard again, winning a whimper of
pain as his fingers bruised her skin.
His jaw clenched, he hissed, “It will happen again,” he thrust roughly,
“and again.”
He drove into her full force, lifting her feet off the floor with each roll
until he cried out, then collapsed on top of her. Vana lowered her feet to the ground, reaching up to wipe her
tears away. He was heavy on her,
reaching his hand around to pull her hair off of her so he could kiss her
skin. He rested his hand on her
shoulder warmly, nuzzling into her skin and leaving behind kisses. His voice was soft and sorrowed as he
spoke against her ear, “I gave you such fine things. Love, I am a being of night. I revel in pain now when once…” He trailed off with a break in his speech, then continued
on. “But I gave you a fine room
and beautiful things and what did you give me? Grief.”
Too tired to deliver a scathing statement, she contented herself with
watching the flames of the torch dance.
“What of it?” she said softly, trying to find some sort of comfort from
beneath him.
He laughed at that, then stood up, taking her arms and urging her with
him. Her legs were unsteady and
she faltered, only to have his arms encircle her in support. Spurning his help, Vana shoved his
hands away and moved out of his grasp.
“What of it?” he repeated, watching her as he smoothed his hair
back. As she went for her
nightgown, he grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around. “I do not think you show the proper
appreciation for what you are.”
“What is that?” she asked sharply, trying to pull away.
He drew his hand back, then slapped her hard enough to drive her to her
knees. Holding her cheek, she
gazed up into a very cold expression as he replied, “You are a whore for my
pleasure. And you will learn to
show me proper respect.” She was
unprepared for his boot slamming into her arm and fallinge whe whimpered,
feeling pain stab through her sharply.
He did not give her time to recover, bending down and yanking her to her
feet. She could feel her arm was
not broken, but the pain was too terrible for her to fight him. Legolas pushed her towards the door,
then shoved her down towards the garment on the floor, hissing, “Get dressed.”
Eager to have herself hidden, she carefully did as she was commanded. As soon as she was covered he jerked
her out the door and led her down the hall by the arm. The guards had knowing looks on their
faces as she was drawn away from the library. She challenged them with her eyes, but it did nothing to
shame them from staring. In the
end she pulled her gaze away, sick of this entire place. She wanted to curl up in bed and forget
it for a while.
Only they weren’t going in the direction of the stairs. As soon as she realized it, Vana looked
to Legolas with a questioning glare.
His cold expression did not fade as they came to a large door with a
heavy lock on the face of it.
Ripping a chain from his belt, he went for a dark key and unlocked
it. “I think you should have a
taste of what it is like to live outside of my graces,” he explained, ushering
her into a dark landing inside the door.
He jerked a torch from the wall and pulled her down the stairs
quickly. The wood was harsh
beneath her feet, a rough surface where she guessed the boots of men and orcs
had trod heavily.
The winding staircase led them down into a dark, cold place that she
immediately recognized. Beyond a
guard with cool eyes and another door came a hall with cells on either side. They were not unoccupied and the forms
within were quiet, hidden as if time had beaten will out of their systems. And by all appearances these were not
mere common criminals, all of them.
Their clothes were fine and some of bore the uniforms of Gondor’s
guards. There were a few women and
their children locked in with them.
“There are those that do not see things my way,” the prince said, noting
the direction of her gaze.
“So you get rid of them?” Vana growled, watching a young child with blue
eyes stare at her from beneath his mother’s protective arm.
Legolas shook his head with a smile.
“Nay, I do not get rid of them in this way. Those I give to the orcs to have fun with.” No, these are the ones I study or have hope for.”
The Rivendell Archer shook her head with a knit brow. “Hope for? What sort of hope could you possibly have?”
He looked into her eyes with that same softness that made her shiver in
loathing. Reaching for her cheek,
he ran the back of his fingers down her skin, then said, “Hope they can be of
service. I do not like to kill
needlessly.”
Vana pulled her face away from his touch and grunted incredulously. “I’m sure you’re just brimming with
generosity. It shows in their
forlorn expressions.”
That was the wrong thing to say to him. They came to another door that he shoved her against, chest
first. “You’ve tried my patience
to the very edge of endurance this night.
You are vexing me and I am a thorough punisher, you will find. A demonstration can be arranged if you
would like.” He let her go enough
that she moved away, expecting to be released, only to be shoved forward again.
A tense moment stood between them before he finally let her go, then jerked
open the door. He pushed her in
and here she saw fewer cells and tables with differing mechanisms on them. Shuddering back from the vision, Vana
averted her eyes to the floor and he laughed. “When we retook Minas Morgul from the Wraiths we found a few
interesting things down here. I
had wanted to burn them in my aversion to such devices, but it was never
done. Time forgot these cells
until…recently.”
She did not comment, not trusting herself to speak without angering him and
to end up on one of these racks was not something she cared to experience. Quiet as he dragged her to the back of
the room towards a small group of three cells, she resigned herself to the
knowledge she would spend an uncomfortable night down here, maybe more. When the inside of each bled into view
from the light of the torch she saw a form in one sitting on a wooden cot. He got up and came to the bars, a dark
expression on his face. Boromir’s
eyes trailed down her form and she was intensely aware of how thin the gown
was. “I appreciate the thought
that went into this idea,” he snorted, “more than you know, but I hardly think
a chance at dalliance is worth my honor.”
Her cheeks burned at his comment and her eyes turned to ice.
Legolas opened the cell beside the Steward’s and ushered her in. “There will be no dalliance with this
one, Steward.” His blue eyes
glittered in an almost melancholy way as he looked to Boromir. “You will turn to my wisdom and
sanctuary in your own time, as will she.
Sleep well. You will need
it.” Boromir seemed not to have
anything to retort to that and even if he had, Vana did not think the prince
would listen. He turned back to
her, watching her, weighing her with those sorrowed eyes. “S�dh mae, meleth. Think of what I could give you, for if
you do not have my shield against the mind of Sauron…there will be nothing left
of you.&1; But my protection comes with a price and that is
submon. Boromir turned from the doors and approached her side of his
cell, a curious glint in his eyes as he rubbed his chin absently. Standing before the bars, he gripped
them and looked down at her. “I
trust not all of your stay above was spent enjoying luxury,” he said
bluntly. “While I quite enjoy the
view, I’m more interested in information right now.”
Vana glared from over her knees at him, not breathing a word just yet. Impatience covered his stance quickly
and a frown painted across his lips.
He knit his brow and held her gaze for a moment, then retreated to his
own cot. Sinking onto it, he
smoothed his hair back and leaned against the cool wall. “Sorry,” he sighed, crossing his
arms. He sounded more sorry that
she was not being cooperative. She
grunted at his paltry offering and he smirked. “Fine. Keep
whatever you know to yourself. It
matters little. If you’re here to
stay we’re both likely to rot or be tormented to death.”
“I don’t know that much anyway,” Vana said, stretching her legs down the
length of her cot. The fine white
material of her gown had gotten dusty from walking in such a filthy place as
this.
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