Adult-FanFiction.org : Lord of the Rings

In The Name of Faith	By : acids Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 5506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Title: In the Name of Faith (4/?)

Author: Acids (elf_acids@yahoo.com)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/?

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

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

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.
So sorry for any mistake in the past chapters and thanks for the nice reviews. For all Legolas' fans, please be patient, he'll appear in the 5th chapter. As for Elrond and Thranduil, I have only small portion for them in this fic. Please do no not kill me for these, okay?

Thanks so much elfishgal for beta reading.

* * *

Chapter Four
Glorfindel sat on his cot, wondering what time it was of the day. They hadn't let him outside even once, there were no windows at the dungeons, and he longed to see the light. He longed to feel the sunlight upon his face and the breeze of the wind blowing through his hair. He knew that he would not experience it, not for a long time it seemed.

It was strange that they have not beaten or torture him for the last couple of days. They let him rest in peace in his own little cell. Inwardly Glorfindel was a bit suspicious of what kind of plan they hold at him, but nonetheless, he received the treatment gladly. They probably just wanted him to regain some strength before continuing their torment.

However, he had managed to sleep quite well in the last two days and his wounds were almost healed. The ancient elf hoped to gain his full strength back, as he thought of a way to escape. The chances were thin, but he might just give it a try.

He startled slightly as the door opened. Wondering if those creatures had recently changed their minds and were back to give him some tortures, he readied himself and lifted his head.

That orc-like elf, Gildor, stood at the doorway with the usual smirk upon his face. Glorfindel had grown to hate that elf and his smirk, just like he hated Felenduir.

"Good evening, my lord," Gildor said smugly. So it was already evening, "How do you fare today? I hope you are well for I have not seen you for two rounds of the moon. "

Glorfindel let out an audible snort at the very friendly regard.

"Come," Gildor said again, gesturing for him to stand up, "You will come with me."

Glorfindel followed him slowly, with one guard at each side of him. To his surprise, they did not take him to the usual torturing room; instead they moved him towards the stairs. The four elves walked through the door outside the dungeons and headed to what seemed like the soldier�s barrack. Glorfindel�s head spin slightly from being caught in the sun after being trapped in darkness for so long and his mind reeled at a chance to escape.

The hope diminished as once they were inside, Gildor led them through the long corridor, filled with Mirkwood�s soldiers. Glorfindel felt rather than saw, the hated stares of all the elves bore to him. He chose to ignore them and walked quietly behind Gildor. The four strolled quietly through the main corridor, past the dining hall and kitchen, and ended in one of the bathrooms at the edge of the huge barrack.

"Inside," Gildor gestured for him to enter.

Glorfindel, confused, walked in hesitantly. Gildor gave him a slight push on the back and followed closely. The two guards remained outside.

He saw the bathtub already filled with hot water, and suddenly felt the urgent need to put his battered body into the seemingly very comfortable warm water, but he hold his step and turned around to face the Mirkwood captain.

"What is this all about?" he asked in a stern voice.

"What do you think it is about?" Gildor asked back, "You will take a bath. Disrobe."

Gildor� order sounded like a slap to his ears. He frowned in disbelief at the wood elf, who merely raised one of his eyebrows.

"You are sick, you know that, do you not?" Glorfindel asked in sudden anger.

Gildor eyed him, a spark of mischief glinting in his eyes.

"I have my order to take you to bath," he replied sarcastically, "It does not matter if you refused. It only means that I will have my men do it to you by force."

"You expected me to take a bath in front of you?" Glorfindel hissed, realizing the helplessness of the situation.

"The choice is not yours to make, now is it?" Gildor said, starring at Glorfindel up and down, "Now disrobe."

They stood in a tense silent for a moment, before Glorfindel claimed defeat. Slender fingers moved, trembling slightly, over the buttons on his already torn tunic. He will be humiliated, but being forced to take a bath will be even more devastating. He was fully aware that Gildor had not closed the bathroom door which meant that anyone passing by might observe what was going on inside. Already he could feel the eyes of the two guards starring at him.

"You will pay for this, orc," he said to himself.

His tunic fell off, revealing his smooth creamy chest and flat stomach. As he began to rustle at the lacing on his leggings, Glorfindel abruptly turned around. Better not see into their eyes. He glanced briefly at Gildor who stood watching him, his face impassive.

Glorfindel was just finishing unlacing his leggings and about to pull it down when he felt a cold hand shoving him to the wall, pinning him face first. He greeted his teeth as a body pressed onto his' and a pair of hands ran over his back appreciatively.

"So beautiful," Gildor said softly, nibbled slightly on the blonde's pointed ear, "Even after all those tortures."

He snaked one hand to Glorfindel�s lower back, drawing lazy circles over the firm buttocks, then circling the slim waist and stroking the inner sides of the slender thighs. His other hand curled around Glorfindel�s waist and held him tight, pressing their bodies closer.

Glorfindel curled his fists on the wall and put his forehead on it, restraining the deadly urge to turn around and strangle the other elf. He took a deep shuddering breath, and tried to calm himself to endure any kind of torture Gildor had in his sick mind. He gasped when Gildor�s hand moved to reach inside his unlaced leggings, to grope around his shaft.

"They say you are thousands years of age," Gildor lips now moved to the contour of his neck, blowing warm breaths upon the sensitive skin, "However, gwador, I have some difficulties to believe that fact. You looked like a pretty elfling just past his majority."

"Get away from me," Glorfindel almost spat the words.

He could feel the hardness being pressed against his lower back, a strict evidence of the dark desire of the other elf, and gasped slightly.

"Oh but I will have you," the Sinda breathed over the golden locks, "Once my lords grow bored of you, I have but to ask."

His comment made a cold shiver run down Glorfindel�s spine. What did they actually want to do with him? Make him a consort? The idea seemed so frightening. If it was indeed true, Glorfindel certainly would not let them. He will fight them, again, even if it will lead to his death. Death is better than being a fancy toy consumed by those he hates.

Gildor continued his assault for several moments, driving the Noldo into deeper humiliation. Glorfindel focused all his strength to remain calm and still, even though he was sure now that every soldier in that part of the quarter must have been watching.

But to his relief, Gildor didn�t do more than touch and kiss him. With a heavy sigh and an un-sated look upon his face, the Mirkwood elf moved back and gestured for Glorfindel to continue what he was supposed to be doing.

"Be quick," he ordered, "My lords are awaiting for your presence."

Relieved and still trembling slightly, Glorfindel obeyed, pulling down his leggings and stepping into the bathtub.

* * *

Gildor led Glorfindel through the massive corridors and enormous halls of Thranduil�s palace. The blond lord walked in silence and didn�t bother to look around. He had been given a pair of new clothes to wear and been told to brush and re-braid his hair. Now as he followed the elf, Glorfindel was on alert as why he had been brought here. The words said by Gildor back in the bathroom kept ringing in his head. He didn�t like the sound of it and he really had a bad feeling about it. He desperately wanted to run away but with the guards constantly around him, there was just no chance.

They finally reached the private dining room made only for the royal family. Felenduir and Alderios already seated on the chairs. Thranduil was not seen present.

"Ah, finally you've made it," Alderios gestured for Glorfindel to have a sit next to his younger brother, "I thought it would take forever to bring you down here. Thank you Gildor."

The said elf bowed in respect and took his leave.

Felenduir starred blatantly at Glorfindel with his pair of piercing blue eyes while the Noldo hesitantly took his seat next to him.

"You looked exquisite," the blond prince said, made Glorfindel' head snapped up at the comment.

The expression on Felenduir�s face was unreadable, and Glorfindel suddenly wished that he was still in the dungeons.

TBC�

Gwador - cousin
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

In The Name of Faith