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In The Name of Faith	By : acids Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 5506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: In the Name of Faith (2/?)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?

Summary: Imladris is Mirkwood�s greatest enemy. What happened when Glorfindel was taken captive and met the abused prince Legolas?

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

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could think of)

Author�s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not like it, do leave.

Sorry for the slow update. Thanks elfishgal for beta reading.

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Chapter Two
The blond figure dropped dead before it even touched the ground, as Glorfindel's arrow pierced right through his chest.

Afterwards, almost at once, more figures burst out from behind the trees and bushes, all clad in the green and brown uniform of Mirkwood�s soldiers, and with swords in their hands, they advanced quickly to the elf in the center of the clearing.

Glorfindel hands seemed to move on their own accord. He kept stepping backward while shooting his arrows in a tremendous speed, making victims out of enemies. His aim was acutely accurate and not one arrow was wasted. More dead bodies dropped to the ground, surrounding him. But he soon found his quiver empty. Throwing the bow, he unsheeted the sword hanging on his waist.

Somehow he had managed to glance over his shoulder, and saw Asfaloth with his rider, already in the distance very far away. Certain that the young elf was out of range, Glorfindel turned around to dodge two swords aimed at his head from two soldiers, and pushed back. They parrying furiously for a moment before the older and more experienced Imladris elf finished the fight, cutting through two bodies with measured

accuracy. He cursed when he saw more elves were coming near, circling him.

Soon he found himself surrounded with swords and blond elves, all lunged at him. The Imladris lord gave a good fight. His sword glinting in sunlight and reddened by more and more blood from his dead enemies. But as time went by, Glorfindel could

feel himself slowly tiring and starting to lose hope. He looked around and saw more elves were coming; it was like a whole troop had been sent there. There was certainly no chance of escape.

Glorfindel could fight an army of orcs, or maybe human, all by himself and most undoubtedly will win. He didn't get his title as a Balrog slayer at nothing. But what he was fighting right now was elves, nonetheless Mirkwood�s elves. The Sindar were well known as fierce warriors, strong and highly skilled. They moved very quickly and could fight for hours. He could feel the pressure they put him into and that he was beginning to lose this battle. He panted hard, as he blocked another blow. His arm which hold the sword began to ache terribly and his whole body and clothes dampened heavily by sweats.

He just finished slashing a body on his right and turned around to face the next one. There was one blond elf already waiting for him. This elf looked a bit different from the

other soldiers. He wore not a soldier's uniform, but a silver green tunic and leggings, and Glorfindel saw the emblem of a Mirkwood royal sewed on the up front of the tunic, an insignia showing his important rank. Wondering who this one was, he waited as the elf approached and encircling him, a menacing smirk upon his handsome face.

In an instance the two elves were drawn in a dance of battle. From the corner of his eyes, Glorfindel could see that the other soldiers had stilled themselves. They stood in a circle

around the battle and watched in silent.

The fight was fierce. The elf whom Glorfindel fought was definitely more skilled than the others he had fought. His movements were deadly and Glorfindel had to work very hard to block all the attacks aimed at his head and body. If he was in a better condition, he might have put up a better fight and would have probably bested him, but as he was already weakened, all Glorfindel could do was defend himself, dodging and blocking all the way. That too was not working very well. One final straight blow ended the battle between the two, sending Glorfindel�s sword flying to the air from his tired hand, and then it was all over. The Mirkwood elf quickly tackled him to the ground, straddled him and pressing the edge of his sword to Glorfindel�s throat.

"You gave a good fight, Noldo scum," the elf hissed. His piercing blue eyes bore into the green ones of his captive.

Glorfindel did not reply; he was too busy trying to gain some breath under the weight of the body that pressured him.

"I know who yre,re," the blond elf continued, "You have killed many of my men and I will make sure that you will pay for it."

An elf stepped forward, and addressing the blond elf.

"Your father sent word for you, prince Felenduir," the soldier said respectfully, "He wants you back at the palace."

Glorfindel eyed the elf on top of him. He had heard of this prince, the strongest and most skilled fighter among all of Mirkwood's warriors, and whose name is a constant threat among his enemies, including Rivendell.

Felenduir stared back at him and got up.

"Get him up," he ordered to his soldiers, "Bind his hands. He will make my father most pleased."

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Thranduil and his eldest born, the crown prince Alderios, were standing at the head of the throne room and watched intently, as their new prisoner was brought forward with two soldiers holding him. Felenduir was walking at his side. They halted in front of the two royals.

Felenduir kicked the legs of the bound elf, making him dropped hard, kneeling to the stone marble floor.

"So, Glorfindel," Thranduil, clad in his kingly attire, regarded him with unhidden amusement, "This is rather unexpected. I thought that an elf lord would think thoroughly before sneaking and spying into my kingdom."

"I was not spying," Glorfindel cut sharply. His green eyes glared at the king, No fear whatsoever showed in them, "I was in search of Elrond�s son. He was wounded by orcs."

Thranduil raised his delicate eyebrows.

"Elrond�s son had come into my realm?" he said in surprise "I should have known."

He looked at his second son.

"What had happened to him?"

"He managed to run away with a horse, Ada," Felenduir replied, "We should have been able to catch him if we were not too occupied with this one."

"Ah," Thranduil looked again at the kneeling blond, "That is a shame. Elrond�s son could have made a very valuable prisoner."

He paused then smiled cruelly, "But no matter. You too will make thme pme precious one, if not better."

Glorfindel did not make a comment. Only his eyes followed every movement made by the king.

"Now my Noldo lord," Thranduil said, "As your stay here apparently will be long enough, you are certainly aware that we might demand some things from you. My sons and I will want to learn about your fair land. And in order to maintain your good health, I suggest you shall pass the information easily... "

"You will have none from me!" Glorfindel shouted angrily. He knew this was coming. Why else Thranduil would regard him as a precious prisoner?

He gasped aloud when a sharp kick from Felenduir hit his ribs, and he almost doubled over. But the guards held his shoulders tightly, forcing him to straight up. He panted, and swallowed down the pain.

"Now, now, Glorfindel," Thranduil shook his head. His long blond hair swayed elegantly around his pale face, "That was not a very wise decision, now was it? I strongly advised you to think it over, as I think I would not like it very much if too much harm is done to you."

"He could think it over when he feels the coldness of our dungeons," Alderios cut off, starring at the Noldo with eagle eyes, "He will break once he gained some experiences that even a Balrog could not give him."

Glorfindel did nothing but give his best snort.

"Do as you will," he replied with hate, "I will never break. Not for you dirty Sinda."

This time Felenduir's fist caught his jaw, hard, and made his head bounce backwards, to the body of the guard behind him. He coughed slightly, feeling the blood tracing down from his split lips.

"My sons are not as patient as me, Glorfindel," Thranduil said warningly, "Do not force more trouble upon your already helpless situation. Your resistance will bring none but your own destruction."

Glorfindel glared at him once more and spat the blood in his mouth on the floor in the front of the king�s feet.

Thranduil� blue eyes glinting with rage.

"Take him to the dungeons!" he barked at the guards, "It seems he had chosen the hard way. Break him but do not kill him. He is more useful being alive than dead."

The guards hauled Glorfindel to the door, with Felenduir following closely, and Glorfindel sent one last venom look towards the king and his eldest son.

TBC�.
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