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Title: In the Name of Faith (7/?)

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 could think of)

Author�s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not like it, do leave.
For all of you, who were wondering about Legolas being his brothers' consort, do not worry, all questions will be answered in chapter 8.

O, and I made the distance between Mirkwood and Rivendell is about two weeks ride by horse (I know it's suppose to be a month or something * faint *).

Thank you so much Alasse for beta reading.
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Chapter Seven
Two weeks later

* Rivendell

On the balcony of his study, Elrond stood, unmoving and straight as a pole. Night had fallen in Rivendell that time of the day. The view of the green forest and waterfalls were magnificent in that blessed valley, but none of the beauty laid before him had caught the elven lord' attention, for his mind was heavily troubled.

He had just received ill news, which had been sent out by one of his spies, confirming his suspicion that Glorfindel has indeed been taken imprisoned by Mirkwood kingdom.

At first when Elladan told him about the incident back in the Mirkwood' forest, Elrond had a strong confidence that the blond lord would escape. Glorfindel was a ferocious warrior; one of the mighty of the Firstborn and his skill has been legendary in ages. He had been in a worse situation before and always managed to put himself to safety. However he unfortunately did not make it this time. Mayhap, Elrond thought in despair, there was the whole battalion of Mirkwood soldiers attacked him.

It has already weeks since then and Elrond� worries had reached its peak.

He suppressed the idea that his friend might still be alive. Glorfindel was Elrond� seneschal, his knowledge about Rivendell was priceless, thus made him too indispensable to be executed under a sword. Thranduil and his men must have wanted to obtain some crucial information from him and Elrond realized, the only way to achieve those from Glorfindel was only by torturing him. Knowing his friend too well, Elrond was certain that no matter what it was he facing, Glorfindel would never tell them anything. He will stay silent, even if it leads to his own doom. Elrond feared the worst that by the time they sufficed to free Glorfindel, his friend would be in a very bad shape, or worse, could be dead. The dark haired lord could not stifle a shudder at this thought.

�Elbereth Gilthoniel, please be merciful� Elrond begged silently.

Elrond was still thinking about his friend, when a sound from behind wrenched him from his dream like state. He turned around slowly.

"My lord," Erestor bowed slightly, "All preparation have been completed. Our army is ready to ride to Mirkwood at the next dawn. Your sons, Elladan and Elrohir, stated that they will come along. Both of them have been fully healed."

Elrond nodded. A faint smile curled on his lips.

"I thank you Erestor," he replied, "As I will depart with them as well, I asked you to be in charge of everything here while I am gone."

"Do you think it is wise for you to go my lord?" Erestor asked politely, eyeing him with concern in his dark eyes.

"It has already been decided," Elrond answered, then sighed wearily, "An unfortunate situation had befallen on us. I have no choice but to meet with Thranduil and if I have to, plead to him for Glorfindel� release. He might not survive too long under the Sinda roof, who knows what kind of peril Thranduil and his men had been put on him? I feared for our friend' life greatly, Erestor."

"So do I," the advisor said in understanding and pressed a soothing smile, "But Glorfindel is strong, my lord Elrond. He had survived the Hall of Mandos. He too will survive this."

"I hope so too, mellon-nin," Elrond replied sadly, "Within all my heart."

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* Mirkwood

The night was quiet, just like any other night in Mirkwood. Silence greeted Thranduil' palace, as all of its occupants was already falling to a deep slumber.

As in Alderios' room, the usual nightly activity had just begun. Legolas lied fully naked on his brother' large bed, with his back on the soft mattress. In between his parted legs, Alderios, who was also naked, lied on top of him and at the moment was in the middle of passionately licking and kissing his exposed chest and neck. Legolas lied very still, breathing the familiar scent of his brother, while at the same time trying to ignore the hands and mouth that were roaming over his body.

In a time like this, Legolas always have his eyes tightly shut and used to think of something rather pleasant to distract his mind. Usually he would think of the outside world, or trees, or horses, or any kind of things that he was most fond of. As for tonight, something else has filled his head. A face of a certain elf settled in his mind. Glorfindel.

After spending that terrible day in Felenduir' room, Glorfindel hadn't been put back to the dungeons, instead he had been moved to a much smaller room which was located in the northern wing of the palace, the quietest part of Thranduil' household. And despite the strong warnings from his two brothers, Legolas had always managed to sneak out and give a regular visit to the blond Noldo almost everyday.

Usually he stole times whenever his two siblings were away from the palace. It was risky, he realized, but just couldn't help himself. Gorfindel was very kind and very polite, and to just sit and have a talk with him was a pure bliss. Not to mention that Legolas took a lot of pleasures just by looking into the seneschal' stunning physical appearance. The fair and handsome face, the long golden tresses, the slender strong body, all of them was enough to make Legolas stared in awe. He adored Glorfindel, and slowly could feel himself got dangerously infatuated with him.

Legolas knew he was a fool to let himself be carried away by this feeling and that he would bring nothing but further pain in his heart. There were two main reasons why Glorfindel would never be his.

First, Glorfindel hated the Sinda. The reason why he acted so kind to him was just because he was a captive here in Mirkwood and had no choice but to accept a friendship offered by Legolas. If he was in the better condition, he would never cared about him. Such a highly respected Noldo lord would never want to involve himself in a romantic relatiip wip with a consort of his number one enemy.

And second, came the more painful reason. Legolas was unclean, tainted too much and too long with his brother' seeds. No being would ever considered him to be a lover, they were merely would get too disgusted with him. No matter how nice Glorfindel as a person, certainly he would act no difference.

And then there were still other possible reasons that Legolas wouldn't and couldn't want to think about. But still, how awkward the situation might be, the thought about Glorfindel always delighted him a lot.

The imagination of the older was was still playing happily in Legolas' mind, when a sharp piercing pain in his arse caught the young blond off guard. His eyes snapped open in deep shock and he whimpered aloud. Alderios had just sheathed his shaft into him, roughly and with no preparation as usual, and the sudden penetration caused Legolas much agony. All the pleasant thoughts abruptly fled away from him and he arched his head back to the pillow while his hands flew to clutch tightly on his brother' shoulders.

"Ai, s-slower. It hurts."

Alderios looked at the pleading face, then bent down to give his brother a kiss. He slipped his tongue inside Legolas' mouth, suckling and swallowing greedily the sweet aphrodisiac taste of the younger elf.

"Then cry for me, vanimaer," he breathed over the luscious lips.

Legolas sobbed as Alderios began to pump into him. His body jerked up sharply every time his brother gave him a hard thrust. Alderios was not gentle with him. He took his time, driving slowly but savagely, making certain that every push brought a stinging pain into Legolas' body. Silvery tears started to slid down from Legolas' tightly clenched eyelids and his whimpers quickly changed into audible cries which echoed around the huge chamber.

As moments went by, Alderios� slow movement became more frantic and more hurtful. With one particular fierce thrust, he came, spilling his seed inside the fragile body beneath him. The crown prince took a moment to calm himself, then slowly withdrew his shaft, and looked down to his brother' dampened face.

"Are you in pain, pen-neth?"

Legolas nodded weakly, panting and wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

"Good," Alderios brushed some blond strands from his brother�s face, "Now get some sleep. You have pleased me a great deal."

Legolas obeyed. He turned to lie on his side with his brother spooned behind him. Alderios had just started to doze off, when an abrupt knock sounded from the door.

"Who is it?" he asked, terribly annoyed.

"It is I Felenduir," came an answer, "I wished to speak with you."

"Enter." With a curse, Alderios got up and pulled on a robe to cover his nude body.

Felenduir entered, smirked to his older brother and walked over to the bed, seated himself next to the naked form lying under the thick blanket. Legolas looked up at him, petrified, but then breathed in relief when he saw his brother smiled at him. Felenduir seemed to be in a good mood this night. Felenduir bent down and kissed his youngest brother gently on the mouth.

Alderios flopped on a comfortable couch in the corner of the room, and eyed the two kissing elves in amusement.

"What would you like to speak with me about, dear brother?" Alderios asked as his patience started to wear off, "As you see, it is already late at night, I am quite tired and would like to get myself a rest."

Felenduir broke the kiss and laughed.

"I saw that clearly, brother," he sneered, "It seems our little brother here had exhausted you to your very bones."

He tugged Legolas' blond hair behind the elegantly pointed ear, and asked playfully,

"He rode you hard again, pretty colt?"

Legolas blushed deeply, could not answer his brother. He hated so much when his brothers were mocking him, but was too afraid to protest.

"Speak," Alderios voice sounded stern and impatience.

Felenduir shrugged, gave Legolas a brief kiss on the forehead and got up from the bed, seated himself on a chair beside Alderios.

"I had just received a message from our spy," he stated, "It is said that the whole army of Imladris had been sent here, fully armed. Elrond Peredhil and his two sons were with them. They will probably be here in about two weeks or so."

Alderios leaned his back to the couch and folded his hands in front of his chest.

"It is most interesting," he replied calmly, "Did Ada know about this?"

"I will inform him first thing on the morrow."

"You know what should be done," the crown prince said to his brother. When Felenduir nodded, he continued, "Inform Gildor to heavily arm our soldiers. Send more guards to the borders and tell them to be cautious for the first sight of Imladris� elf ever appeared. I will address them myself at tomorrow dawn and I will need you to be with me."

"Surely," Felenduir grinned haughtily, "Come to think of it, I will be more than happy to have an open war with the filthy Noldo."

"Not if I could prevent it," Alderios scolded, looking at his younger with narrow eyes, "They come only for our prisoner, and risking the lives of my soldiers over one Noldo was not something I would like to do. It is totally a pure waste."

Alderios sometimes wondered over the sanity of his brother. Felenduir was a bloodthirsty creature. He loved battle so much, to the point that looked like it almost infatuated him. Alderios couldn�t remember anyone in the family, not him or even their father, possessed the same frightening behavior.

Felenduir blinked at him. He definitely was not agree with that plan, but knew better than to argue with his elder.

"Whatever you have said, brother," he replied uncaringly.

As the two continued discussing the recent situation, they were unaware that Legolas, lied quietly on the bed with his back to them, has been listening to every word came out from their mouths. The young elf wondered about what he should do with the useful information.
TBC
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