Against all odds

Chapter five torture

Warning: torture/ rape.

Glorfindel was getting worried. Elrond refused to take the medicine. If he wouldn’t stay here, he was sure Elrond would try and leave. He groaned. Every time he tried to reason with the Half-Elf he had got his reason thrown back at him. Elrond was highly worried about Erestor’s life, that was obvious. Glorfindel suddenly knew how to make Elrond obey. “Elrond, calm down, relax. They will come back, with Erestor. But he’s probably injured and will need your help. You know the only way for you to be ably to give him that is to drink this and heal.”

Fire was coming out of Elrond’s grey orbs. He gulped the liquid down and indeed stayed on the bed. Glorfindel released a relieved sigh.

“If Erestor dies it is your fault. How could you have let him go? How could you?” Elrond was besides himself with worry and anger. Erestor had risked everything, going out in that weather to find him, and now was probably dying too.

But Glorfindel refused to believe Erestor was going to die. “He’s not dying Elrond. Elladan and Elrohir will find him. They have enough archers with them to rescue him before anything happens.”

“But he can’t take much. They were orcs, Glorfindel. Orcs. You know what they will do to him. He won’t be able to survive that. He’s not a warrior, he’s a scholar.”

“But he’s stronger than we all thought him to be. Elrond, he went out to find you and he did. Without getting hurt himself. I think we all underestimated him. And I know Elladan and Elrohir will not rest until they have him. They are the best to track those creatures and you know it. Trust in them. He’ll survive. Believe in that.”

Glorfindel was right, Erestor was strong, much stronger than any had thought possible and the twins would have found him in no time. He would survive. Elrond had to believe it. But he feared their return. What if he wasn’t able to save him? He hadn’t been able to save his wife either. He dreaded the thought of losing Erestor.

Glorfindel saw the fear in Elrond’s eyes and he thought he also saw love in the grey orbs. Love? Elrond is in love with Erestor? Glorfindel shook his head to clear it. Surely he had seen wrong. But it would explain most of Elrond’s behaviour.

He decided to wait and see what happens. He would keep a close eye on Elrond and when he was sure Elrond was in love and whether or not it was returned, he would play matchmaker. If any elf deserved to be happy, it was Elrond. ‘Elladan, Elrohir, hurry up. Please bring Erestor back alive’

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The twins were already on the orcs’ trail when the felt Glorfindel’s thought.

They had seen the signs of the struggle and they had been able to retell how Erestor had fought. They had been baffled to learn how long Erestor had been able to stay free. But it hadn’t been long enough.

The orcs had taken Erestor and left just a few minutes before they had reached the site. But because they had read the tale from the signals, they had given the creatures a head start. Now they were determined to get Erestor out and fast.

The ride had told them not only the orcs were not that far ahead but also that the creatures had followed Erestor and Elrond. Probably for a while.

Their faces were set grim and they kept up a high pace. They almost forgot the presence of the archers, but now and then they realised they weren’t on this chase alone.

Before they had set in pursuit Elladan had addressed the archers. “We now know the orcs have Erestor and we have to go after them to free him. You do not have to come if you do not want to. But if you do, bare in mind that it will be a hard time fll oll of us. We do not know how we will find him.”

But every single archer had followed them. They all saw it as their responsibility to get the counsellor out. Erestor had always showed a listening ear for any problem they made have had, doing his best to solve them, whether it was work-related or private. There was not a soldier in Imladris that did not have something to thank him for. So they followed the twins in the rescue mission. And even though they were weary and tired, none of them slowed down or gave up. Sheer determination drove them on. They would not take pity on the orcs.

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The orcs were completely unaware of the pursuit that was closing in on them. They had reached their camp and had throw their prisoner down. Thrce rce of which woke Erestor up. He blinked and tried to move. When he realised his hands were bound he swallowed a lump. The orcs had gotten him. Now he would die. A slow and painful death.

He looked around, orcs everywhere. But no sign of Elrond. That must mean he had gotten to safety. Erestor silently thanked the Valar for keeping Elrond safe.

When he saw an orc approaching him he mentally embraced himself for the torture ahead of him. The orc eyed him peculiar. Erestor glared. He would not be beaten by them. Kill them they might, but they would never beat him. Defiance shone form his eyes.

It greatly annoyed the orc. Not only had this one prevented them from capturing the lord of Imladris, he was now totally irritating them. The orc knelt next to Erestor and hissed in his captive’s ear. “You costs us a first price captive. You will pay. And then we’ll await our next change.” A horrid laugh erupted.

Erestor wished his gag would be removed so he could spit in that creature’s face. The orc that had addressed him now stood and signalled for another to approach.

Another signal and the new orc hard-handily removed Erestor’s clothes.

He was now laying on the hard ground naked. Naked and at the mercy of orcs. He knew they would torture him and probably force themselves on him. He resigned himself to his fate and said a silent prayer to the Valar to make it fast, to let Mandos claim him quickly. Knowing he would go to Mandos’ halls killed his fear. The defiance in his eyes grew bigger. he ohe orc that had addressed him earlier spit him in the face. “Ash dug”

It was obvious Erestor’s behaviour was highly agitating. Even bound and gagged this elf managed to defy them, to stare at them thus. He would teach that elf a lesson. He spoke in his own language.

All orcs, ten in total now, gathered around the speaker and their prisoner. Erestor saw they all had knives in their hands. Ugly blunt knives. The leader, the same one that had spoken and had addressed Erestor, nodded. One by one the orcs pulled their knives through Erestor. Deep enough to draw blood and hurt, but neither of them lethal. They knew what they were doing. The gag in his mouth kept in the screams.

Once more the orc knelt and hissed. “Feel sorry yet, elf?” Erestor narrowed his eyes, the defiance still palpable. Once more the horrid laugh erupted from the orc. He didn’t mind the defiance. It would give mor more pleasure.

He rose and gave another nod. This time every orc kicked him wherever they could, hard. There was no way to predict where the next blow would land. Erestor’s instincts took over. His body curled itself up to protect it’s vital organs. But damage was inevitable. But still he did not break, he would not.

When the leader had enough he raised his hand. The beating stopped immediately.

The defiance was still present.

Fear seeped into Erestor when he saw a wicked grin appear on the orc’s face. Now what would they do to him?

The orc had figured that as this was one highly defiant elf that would not break so easily, he could have a lot of fun. He normally did not force elves, beating them usually proved to be enough. He always had laughed at the weakness of those creatures. But this one was different from any elf he had ever encountered. No fighting skills and yet this one had managed to hurt his men sufficiently. Weak, thin and pale and yet this one was still alive and defiant. He gave an order in his own tongue.

The others now sat down in a circle. Their leader had told them they were allowed to watch the show. Although it had not been said they all knew what that show would be.

The leader looked at his men. At first he had wanted to do it all alone, but now he figured he might give first try to one of the injurehey hey would want revenge. He beckoned one to stand and come closer.

Erestor recognized him. It was one of the three that had attacked them. He glared at the orc, daring it to attack and kill him. Along with the humiliation the orc had suffered after their return this proved to be the straw. He attacked Erestor but the leader held him back.

After some whispered words into his ear the orc relaxed and smiled. Erestor swallowed. Whatever they had in store for him now was bad. It had been enough to refrain the orc from killing him.

The orc approached him and sat down on his chest. Erestor stiffened as he saw the claw reach down to pet him. He flinched and turned his head away. The orc slapped him across the face.
He stared at the orc with a look that would have scared the creature away had he not been bound. Now it merely laughed.

The audience started to make protests. They were promised a show and slapping an elf just wouldn’t do.

The orc straddling Erestor took his cue and undid the front of his pants, if they could be called thus. Erestor’s eyes went big when he saw that big ugly thing in front of him. The orc was already stiff. Just the thought had been enough to bring him to attention.

Possible scenar fla flashed through Erestor. Knowing what was about to happen he wanted to trash and fight, but the pain in his body prevented it. Not to mention the orc on his chest.

His gag was removed. Erestor thought quickly. Maybe he could insult this one badly enough to make him kill him. A quick death was better than slowly fading away. He glared at the other, making sure mirth was visible in his eyes.

The orcs were surprised at this change in Erestor’s eyes. The leader knelt. “What is amusing you so elf? We will break you. You will pay.”

Erestor kept his eyes locked on the one straddling him when he answered. Where these creatures really this stupid? Giving him an open door like that. “I always wondered if you are so ugly everywhere. Now I know.”

Once more he nearly got what he desired but again the leader held the other back. He made sure to speak in the common tongue, so not only his man, but also the elf would understand. “Don’t. There are better ways to shut his mouth.”

“Can I taste him first?” The orc had asked that question to his leader, who looked at the audience. They all growled in anticipation. Erestor had insulted them all and they would see him punished for that.

The orc straddling the elf was pleased he was granted his desire. He lowered his mouth for a taste. Erestor saw the mouth come closer to his. Turning his head had been stupid the other time, so he now thought of a new strategy. He let the other come closer. But when the orc was about to instigate the kiss Erestor threw his head forward with force. The orc’s head was thrown back and the orc himself ,not expecting that movement, lost his balance and fell off the elf’s body.

The leader didn’t give Erestor a chance to take advantage of this but immediately kicked him in the face. Erestor felt his ear ringing. He felt how his warm blood was leaving him through his left ear as well.

The other orc had already re-seated himself on Erestor. He had learned from his mistake. No more tastes than.

Erestor’s head was held in place by the two strong claws. He could not move it at all.

The orc on his chest moved closer. Without mercy the orc drove his dick into Erestor’s mouth. Erestor knew only one way to fight. Bite. The orc howled when the teeth were driven into his flesh.

But it did little for Erestor. The orc got more ruthless and harsh. The grip on Erestor’s head tightened. Fingernails drew blood. Tracking the face they made big and deep scars. Erestor screamed, but the flesh in his mouth made it impossible.

When the orc came Erestor heaved at the unpleasant taste. Not risking another bite the orc hastily retracted.

The leader merely pointed to the orcs lower regions. There was still semen. Under many laughs the orc milked himself dry over Erestor’s body.

The leader took one look at Erestor and saw this one was still not broken. He smiled. He could still have his fun. He gave a signal and the orc left and joined the circle, smiling smugly. “Feel sorry for interfering, elf?”

But Erestor remained defiant. “Ugly all over. I’ve never tasted something so foul.”

The leader was not impressed. He rose and freed his own dick.

Erestor laughed. “You’re the ugliest, so I don’t think you’ll be better.”

The leader merely smiled. “We’ll see” He gave a signal and Erestor was throw unto his belly. “You won’t defy us longer, elf” and with that the orc leader drove himself into Erestor.

Not expecting this so soon Erestor screamed. Every thrust drove more pain into him and his screams grew in volume. When the leader was done he beckoned for the others to have their go. “You feel good, elf, I must share you with my men now. They must feel you too.”

But thhe ohe orcs released high pitched screams. They were under attack.

Erestor managed to cock his head and he saw elven arrows fly.

End chapter five
TBC
Translation:
Ash dug is orcish for Filthy one. There’s not much orcish known to us, but in a wordlist I managed to find this translation and decided to put it in.
Note:
I am sorry for putting poor Erestor trough so much. He doesn’t deserve it, but don’t worry, he’ll be fine. In the end.
Hope you're not disappointed Pookie