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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.

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Title: In the Name of Faith (6/?)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, 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 couldnk onk of)

Author�s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not like it, do leave.
Many thanks to Alasse for beta reading and EG for all the help and support.

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Chapter Six

It was still early in the morning when the door to Felenduir�s chamber opened and Legolas entered, holding a bowl of water and a clean cloth. He walked carefully to the bedside table and put down his burdens, then turned around to look at the pitiful figure lying on the bed.

The elf on the bed looked terrible. Both his wrists were chained to the headboard, his face and body all covered with purple bruises and bite marks, and there was dried blood and semen on his inner thighs. The same things also stained the white sheets.

Sadness climbed into the young elf. Legolas knew who this person was, had heard of all the wonderful tales and stories about Glorfindel. It pained him greatly to see someone so powerful and honorable being used in such of way.

He focused hard on the sleeping form.

"Despite everything he had suffered," Legolas thought to himself, "he still looked beautiful."

He raised one hand to wipe a strand of blond hair from the bruised face, and gasped audibly when the vacant green eyes suddenly turned focus. The eyes bore coldly to him.

"What is it do you want?" Glorfindel asked in a low voice.

"I�just want to help," Legolas swallowed, taking a step backward, "Are you in so much pain?"

Glorfindel took his time to look behind the Sinda, and when he found no one else in the room, he sighed in relief. His eyes turned back to Legolas. The young elf shifted uncomfortably on his feet, regarded him with nervous eyes.

"I am well," Glorfindel tore his eyes away, "Just leave me be."

Legolas stared at him in silence, before he moved to grab the cloth.

"Let me clean you," he said quietly, didn�t bother if he has the other elf permission or not.

Glorfindel watched as the young elf dipped the cloth into the clean water in the bowl, and started to clean his face and body thoroughly and very carefully. First the face and lips, then went down to his neck, chest and belly, and after a second of hesitation, cleaned the dirt on his thighs. As he did this, tears began to trace down his pale cheeks. Quickly he wiped them away.

"Why do you cry?" Glorfindel asked him, breaking the silence.

Legolas stopped his ministration and looked at him with his blue eyes.

"This is wrong," he slowly shook his head. His voice deep with bitter sadness, "You are an elf lord and far older than my brothers. They have no right to treat you like so."

Glorfindel tilted his head, regarding him with more attention.

"So you did not approve of what they did to me?" he asked, bemused, "I am your enemy after all."

"Just because they are my brothers, it does not mean that I have the same opinion as them," Legolas replied, and hastily added, "And nay, I would not agree of this being done even to my greatest enemy. There are other things that could have been done to make you speak."

"I see," Glorfindel said, and for the first time since his unwanted stay in Mirkwood, smiled softly, "Tis alright. It was none of your fault. Do not shed tears for me."

Legolas smiled back at him, the act created a small cute dimple on his left cheek, and sighed. He quietly continued his task of cleaning the blond' body.

Legolas stayed with Glorfindel all morning. He said that his two brothers were at the borders, so it gave him a chance to take care of the Noldo. The young elf seemed reluctantly eager to help Glorfindel. After he tended most of his wounds, he took one leggings from Felenduir� wardrobe and helped Glorfindel to put it on, as the older elf� hands were still chained. He even managed to bring some food and water from the kitchen and with great care, fed Glorfindel.

Inwardly Glorfindel was a bit confused about his actions, but it pleased him to have this beautiful elf' sympathy. They began to share a mild conversation, all the while avoiding any political and personal issues. After what happened the night before, he admitted that Legolas' kind presence was really soothing him. Slowly a light comfortable feeling of having the young elf neared him crept inside Glorfindel.

They were still talking and did not realize that the day has grown into midday, when all of a sudden the door opened, with Felenduir stood at the doorway.

Legolas jolted to his feet from the side of the bed where he has been sitting and stood very still, his eyes looked intently toward his approaching brother.

"Well, well," Felenduir gave out a smug look on his face, "What are you doing here, little one?" he glanced briefly at Glorfindel and regarded the state the Noldo was in, then turned back to his younger brother, "Giving a friendly visit to the prisoner, I suppose?"

Legolas took a step backward. His face paled.

"I� was just cleaning him," he answered stammering.

"Who gave you the permission?" Felenduir cut sharply, stopped at an arm length from the trembling elf, "Alderios?"

Legolas shook his head.

"Nay," he replied in defeat, "No one had."

Felenduir gazed at him with his piercing blue eyes, before putting up a hand to stroke the braid in Legolas' hair. The youngster' tremble worsened when the hand then went lower to caress his creamy cheek and neck.

"Remind me to tell Alderios to give you proper punishment for this," Felenduir said slowly, "Or mayhap I could do it myself."

From where he was lying, Glorfindel could see clearly the carnal _expression on the older prince� face. Suddenly feeling protective over Legolas, he sucked in his breath and hissed,

"Leave him e, ye, you sick animal!"

Felenduir looked down to him, seemed quite surprise by the words. He chuckled softly.

"So you grew fond of him already?" he asked Glorfindel, raising his eyebrows in amusement, "He is indeed beautiful, is he not? It is a pity that you would never laid any finger on him, although on a second thought, I might lend him to you for a night or so, that is if you are willing to cooperate with us."

Glorfindel stared at him in agape.

"What did you just say?" he asked, could not believe his own ears.

A thin smile curled in Felenduir' lips. He grabbed the back of Legolas' neck and pushed him to kneel down on the floor right next to Glrofindel, allowing the Noldo to have a full view of the young elf. Legolas gasped aloud by the rough treatment, and dropped hard on his knees. His face went red with shame as he tried his best to avoid Glorfindel' eyes.

"I know what it is you are thinking," Felenduir continued to tantalize Glorfindel, ignoring completely the pleading eyes of his brother, "You want him. You want to have him, in your bed, writhing beneath you and screaming your name when you spilled yourself into him. Wondering what kind a pleasure you would draw from him when you take him, as he is still as tight as a virgin maiden."

A choked sob came out from Legolas. He immediately shut his eyes closed, fighting hard the tears that threatened to come out. To be humiliated like that in the front of a stranger was unbearable. He bowed his head, trembling helplessly like a leaf in a windstorm and waiting in mounting panic for any answer from Glorfindel.

Glorfindel feverishly thought that he was going to be sick. He saw the expressions on Legolas' face, the look of horror and shame on it were unmistakable. The seneschal then gazed at Felenduir with an obvious shimmer of disgust painted clearly on his face. If his hands were free, he would have jumped and killed that blond bastard in this instance. And no, not just because it was Felenduir that had raped him last night, but also because of the way the prince mistreated his own brother. Almost got choked by anger, Glorfindel inhaled a deep breath to calm himself before he spoke.

"Who do you think you are?" he asked, his voice was deep, fuelled powerfully by every hatred he has inside him, "You stood there and insulted me with this arrogant assumption of yours. Do you not know who I am? It might be true that you and your brother had used him to warm your bed, molested him like he was nothing but a slave, but do not think, not even once, that I would share the same lust as you. Legolas is not a slave, he belongs to no one but himself, and you, the one

so-called his brother, do not own him and certainly have no right whatsoever to offer him to me in such of manner. You, as well as your foul tongue, had succeeded to sicken me to my every bone, you filthy little vermin."

Felenduir hissed. His hand flew faster than sight to his leg, pulling out a small silver dagger from inside the boot he was wearing. Glorfindel tensed but kept his face passive as the tall prince advancing toward him in quick purposeful steps with a glinting dagger in his fist.

In an instance, Legolas jumped to his feet and threw himself to his brother. The young elf grabbed the hand that was holding the dagger with his own, and hold up his other palm to his brother' chest. He pressed his own body to Felenduir', halting him from approaching further to the bed.

"Nay, Felenduir," Legolas cried out, "Do not do this."

"Step aside, Legolas," Felenduir snapped, keeping his hateful stares on the Noldo, "Do not make me hurt you."

Legolas did not move even a bit and put his entire weight to hold Felenduir in place. He could feel his brother' body shook furiously, his blue eyes glinting wildly with pent-up rage, made him instinctively tightened his grip on Felenduir' hand.

"Ada would be mad if you killed him," he tried again, "Forgive him. Saes, daro."

"I said step aside!" Felenduir barked, "Now!"

His free hand grabbed the front of Legolas' tunic, attempting to push him away, but Legolas held his ground. The two brothers struggled for a moment, their strength matched.

Legolas had witnessed Felenduir in the same state numerous times before, and in most occasions, the victims of his brother' anger did not get out alive. Felenduir was an ill-tempered elf, whenever he intended to kill someone; he would certainly do so, no matter what the reason might be. With Glorfindel surely it won't be an exception.

His mind reeled frantically on the chances to save the Noldo' life. He could fight his brother. Legolas was a warrior before, he knew well how to fight, but at this moment it was not a very wise decision. Felenduir would get even madder and most possibly Legolas would not last too long under his wrath, so at the end Glorfindel would die anyway. What he needed to do was to take his brother away from the room and from Glorfindel, and he knew only one way to do it. Never before he did this, but he determined to save Glorfindel and the situation left him no other choice. Mentally strengthening himself, Legolas threw both arms around his brother' neck and buried his face in Felenduir' golden mane.

"Saes, brother," he whispered in the pointed ear," Just let him go. He is not worthy of your wrath."

Felenduir was so mad he almost didn't hear any word said by Legolas, but the older prince froze in place when he felt warm lips on his neck. He ceased his movement and tried to look into his youngest eyes. Legolas nuzzled further at his neck, causing him to shudder lightly.

"Let us away from here, my brother," Legolas breathed and dragged his mouth over the pale skin, knowing exactly what kind of affect his action would bring, "Let me pleasure you and take your mind from this awful matter."

Slowly the anger on Felenduir' face was replaced only by pure lust, as he finally understood what it was Legolas offering to him. The prince' lips twitched into a feral grin while his eyes blazed with dark passion. Legolas looked very beautiful and extremely wanton before him, it made Felenduir felt the hardness pooled in his groin just by looking into his face.

With his free hand, the older blond grabbed Legolas by the hair and pulled roughly, taking his brother' lips in a possessive kiss. He plunged his tongue fiercely into the youngster' mouth, maniacally stroking every inch of the unresisting flesh. The hand that hold the dagger lifted behind Legolas and he ran one side of the dagger over the youngster' back, following every curve of the slender body down to his buttocks. Legolas let out a small moan and arched forward, making their bodies pressed even closer.

On the bed, Glorfindel laid motionless, watched in silence at the two elves. As seductive as Legolas was, his tremble didn't escape Glorfindel' keen eyes. It was obvious that the young elf wasn�t as submissive as he appeared to be, and it almost broke Glorfindel' heart to see him surrendered so easily to his brother and forsaking his honor, just for saving his life. The blond lord closed his eyes, could watch no more of the scene before him.

As the need for air grew heavier, the two brothers broke their kiss. Legolas panted slightly and looked up to his brother, trying to read the expression on the face before him. Confident that Felenduir' anger had completely deceased, he let go of his brother' body.

Felenduir put his dagger back into his boot and turned to look at Glorfindel.

"You certainly have no knowledge of what is happening in my realm, do you my dear lord," the blond prince said to the Noldo sarcastically, "Then allow me to tell you. Legolas belonged to Alderios, he was sentenced by my father, King Thranduil, to be my brother' consort, and mine, sometimes. We were allowed to do whatever we wished of him, with or without his consent, it was practically his duty as a consort. So before you dared yourself to speak in a matter you knew nothing about, I advised you to better hold your tongue, or I myself would rip it out from your very mouth."

With these words, Felenduir left the room, taking his younger brother with him. Glorfindel caught Legolas' eyes when the young blond risked looking at him, and he saw sadness and shame clouded the youngster' eyes. When the door closed, Glorfindel laid his head back to the pillow, wondering in curiosity what were the meaning behind Felenduir' words.
TBC
Saes - please

Daro - stop

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