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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.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Title: In the Name of Faith (9/?)

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

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was only 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.
Thanks to beta readers Alasse and Megan.
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Chapter Nine
Legolas gave a minimal struggle as Gildor dragged him outside the palace. He stumbled a few times along the way, while his mind played at the horrid scene that took place moments before.

Gildor entered the room while he and Glorfindel were kissing. The Mirkwood� captain claimed to check on the prisoner, and was more than surprised to see such an intimate act between the young elf and the Noldo. With a sneer, Gildor then grabbed his arm and pulled him out from the room, despite Glorfindel� angry shouts and protests. If his looks could kill, Gildor would probably dropped dead on the spot. Legolas on the other hand, wasn�t saying a thing.

Apart from anyone else, Gildor is the other being that liked to witness his misery, and Legolas didn�t want to give the cruel elf a satisfaction by hearing his pleads of release. He knew Gildor was taking him to see his brothers and upon hearing what happened, they definitely would go berserk and then would punish him. But Legolas didn�t care anymore. Now that he has Glorfindel� love and promise, he willed himself to endure any torment brought upon him. Soon he will flee from this miserable place and be free. All he needed at the moment was a little bit of courage.

They entered the soldiers� head quarter where his siblings currently were in. The place was loaded with soldiers; all of them were busy preparing for the attack from Rivendell. They turned their heads as the two figures strolled through the main corridor. All of the elves there already knew what kind of fate had befallen upon the young prince, and only some of them, who used to be his friends, stared at the on-going scene with sorrow in their eyes.

Legolas didn�t bother to return their stares, instead kept his eyes to the ground all the time.

The two elves made their entrance to Alderios' private chamber, after the crown prince bid them in. To Legolas' dismay, Felenduir too was in the room. The two siblings of Legolas lifted their heads from the parchments they were reading, when Gildor, after bowing slightly, let go of the young elf� hand and move to stand near him."What has happened?" Alderios asked curiously, knitting his brows upon seeing the distraught look on Legolas� face.

Gildor looked at Legolas accusingly, forcing him to confess. But the younger elf pressed his lips tightly into a thin line and stood unmoving, eyes still on the ground.

"Gildor?"

Gildor turned to face the crown prince.

"Better ask your brother here, my lord," he replied politely, "It seemed he and our valuable captive had recently been engaged in a very unwise�. intimate contact."

The room went into a sudden silence as Legolas lifted his eyes to see the reaction of his brothers. Alderios sat still on his chair, regarding him with amusement, while Felenduir slowly stood up, an evil smile on his fair face.

"Is that true, little one?" Felenduir asked, approaching him. When he didn�t get any answer, he snarled, "Speak!"

"I-It was just a kiss," Legolas ground out, could feel his face hot with shame. He didn't dare to look into his brother' eyes.

"A kiss?" Felenduir exclaimed. The taller elf reached up a hand to lift Legolas' chin, so their eyes met, "So you really liked him then? I should have known. What else did you do for him? Have you slept with him too?"

"Nay!" Legolas cried out in defense, jerking his chin from Felenduir' hand, "None of that. You have no right accusing me of that."

Felenduir eyes quickly darkened with anger.

"Do not lie to me, whore," he warned.

"I do not lie!" Legolas shouted, "And I am no whore!"

"No?" Felenduir laughed aloud, "But you were acting like one, were you not? Nonetheless with one of the Noldo. You willingly gave yourself to him. You, pen-neth, are even dirtier than the filthiest whore ever existed in middle-earth. You are nothing but a disgrace to Mirkwood."

Legolas body burned with rage at his brother� abusing words.

"I am no whore," he repeated in a hitched voice.

Felenduir snorted and looked to Alderios, who stayed silent watching them.

"What do you think, brother?" the younger prince asked, "Does he deserve any punishment from us?"

Alderios was quiet for a moment, his eyes pierced to his youngest brother. Then he turned to talk to Gildor, who was now stood behind Legolas.

"Take him away with you," Alderios' voice was as cold as steel when he ordered, "I have no further use of him. Give him to your men and let them do whatever they wish with him. I care not."

Blood was completely drained from Legolas' face. All courage he had moments ago abruptly fled away from him, replaced only with a cold dread which rushed through his body like a wild tremor. He began to shake as he turned begging eyes at his eldest brother.

"Alderios," Legolas whispered, slowly shook his head, "Anything� you know I will take anything from you, but please, not this�.."

"I have warned you not to meet with the prisoner, Legolas, "Alderios thundered to the frightened elf, "And you did not heed my words. As you were so eager giving your body to our foe, then you better prepare to bear the consequences."

Gildor chuckled softly and started to slip his hand onto Legolas' arm, in order to take him out from the room. The young elf jerked his hand away angrily and stood very tense, an angry red hue spread slowly over his face. He didn't understand any of these. He failed to comprehend why was it that his two brothers were so determined to break him and to humiliate him even further and further, as if what they have done to him all along was not enough to satisfy them. It was true that he always took every punishment bestowed on him, but not of this kind. This one he could not tolerate.

Driven by despair and frustration, the young prince exploded.

"Amin feuya ten lle," Legolas hissed, both his voice and body fuelled with burning hatred, "I hate you, both of you. I mourn greatly in my heart for having you two sick creatures as my blood kin, as you two are nothing but beasts with no hearts. At least Glorfindel has a heart, for his worth as a person exceeds yours by so much, even were both of you put into one."

Briefly Legolas still managed to catch sight of a shock expression on Alderios� face, before a massive blow delivered by Felenduir struck his face, almost breaking his jaw. The force of the blow made him bounced sharply onto Gildor behind him, then he collapsed hard on the floor, face first.

The three other elves watched as the young blond silently crouched on all fours in a slow agonizing movement. Legolas' pale hair curtained around his face as he put one hand to his mouth, trying in vain to stop the blood from flowing freely from his torn lips. Already an ugly bruise began to form in the left side of his face.

Felenduir moved to stand in front of the hapless elf, and without any pity whatsoever, grabbed Legolas' long hair in his fist and roughly pulled the young elf up to his feet, causing Legolas to cry out loud.

"Watch how I teach you how to behave your tongue, you little slut," Felenduir spat, looking at his youngest with eyes that had turned pitch black by madness.

Holding Legolas by his hair, Felenduir dragged him to an empty space in the corner of the room and shoved the young elf to the stone floor. Legolas dropped down with a loud thud and yelped when Felenduir lunged himself right on top of him.

"Felenduir, stop this!" Legolas yelled helplessly, his mind racing with terror as he realized what it was his brother intended to do to him. Ignoring the young elf' cries, Felenduir straddled him and sat on his belly, trapping Legolas' legs underneath him. He caught both of the youngster' hands and transferred them to one grip above his head. Legolas thrashed like a wounded animal, bucking wildly to dislodge his brother and to free his limbs, but to no avail. Felenduir was a solid weight on top of him and at the moment was much too strong for him as he was already dizzy by the earlier blow.

Confident that he had his brother completely under his mercy, Felenduir then began his lesson.

He curled his other hand around Legolas' pale neck and squeezed hard, as if putting his entire strength onto it, and gradually cutting the air from flowing into the youngster' lungs. Stars burst in Legolas' eyes; his breathing became labored and turned into a form of short gasps. Felenduir looked down to his brother' face, watched in cold blood as fear sharpened in the sapphire eyes, and felt the trembling body quickly began to weaken. Legolas' face was deadly pale and disoriented, it looked like he could just pass out at any time. But Felenduir was not finished yet.

As if couldn't get enough of the youngster' suffering, the older prince bent down and stabbed his tongue onto Legolas' ear, moving it up and down through the elf' erogenous zone with such of clever expertise. Legolas shuddered hard, his face twisted in a dark mix of pleasure and pain, and a choked moan left his lips.

"Very good, Greenleaf," Felenduir smiled sadistically to the pointed ear, "Feel it. Feel the pleasure while I squeeze the life out of you."

Tormented in between two ways of tortures, it was not long before Legolas lost his struggle. His body went still as his blue eyes started to roll back, leaving only the white on the surface. When the first sign of unconsciousness crept onto the pale face, Felenduir stopped and loosened his grip. He let go of Legolas' neck and hooked his fingers beneath the youngster' tunic, then mercilessly tore the material in two.

The feel of cold air breezed through his skin brought awareness back to the young elf. His eyes fluttered open and he flinched when he caught sight of his brother roaming above him. However he didn't have any time to register anything in his brain, as Felenduir slammed his palm back onto his neck and once again began to cruelly choke him. This time the older blond put his mouth further down to Legolas' bare chest and sucked savagely at the pink nipples, all the while put more and more pressure onto his brother' throat.

A ragged groan came out from Legolas. His body shook violently under the rough acts, twisting in between confusion and genuine panic. He arched his head back onto the cold floor and tried to wriggle upward, attempting to escape Felenduir's mouth and hand, but soon found out that it was of no use for he couldn't move even the slightest. Slowly Legolas felt his lungs had started to fail him and he closed his eyes in hopelessness. He didn't want to die, not now, when Glorfindel and a hope for freedom had finally come to him.

"Oh Elbereth, please help me," the young blond screamed in his heart.

Just when he felt his last breath had left him and he was about to die from the lack of air, Felenduir again released his iron grasp. With a sickening shriek, Legolas inhaled as much air as his lungs allowed him to and coughed hard, so hard until tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"Saes," he choked out in between his shallow breath, "Ai� no more�"

"Do you yield then, my pretty whore?" Felenduir asked, regarded him with a sense of satisfaction on his face.

When he saw the look of defiant on the youngster face, Felenduir ran his fingertips lightly around the bruised neck, causing Legolas to whimper.

"Legolas?"

Legolas' face soaked heavily with tears. His fists clenched in his brother' grip. He hated to be this vulnerable and his own pride had told him to refuse to whatever it was his brother wished of him. But deep inside he knew he would not survive another strangle and at this moment he was in so much agony, he couldn't think of anything else beside to surrender.

"Aye�" a raspy voice not his own answered weakly, "Forgive me. Forgive my words�just stop�please, I beg of you.."

Felenduir smiled, then sat up straight and released both of the youngster' hands, but remained where he was. Legolas wept pitifully beneath him. His whole body ached tremendously, he still could not breath properly and still wasn't able to move. Trying desperately to calm the rapid beating of his heart, the young Sinda waited for his brother' next move.

Alderios, who had seen enough, walked to them and knelt down beside the disheveled form of his youngest brother. He reached out a hand to stroke Legolas' dampened hair.

"Very well," he said softly, "You shall not be given to the soldiers, fret no more about the matter. However, I do not want to see you with our captive ever again, and this time you better mark my words. Do you understand, Legolas?"

Legolas nodded dazedly, too worn to give any answer. Alderios tstrastraightened his body and turned questioning eyes to Felenduir. He recognized instantly the carnal desire on Felenduir' face and the restrained bulge in between his legs. Without having to ask any question, Alderios knew what has been playing in the younger elf' mind.

"Return him to me when you are finished," he stood up and sent a warning look toward his brother, "And Felenduir, I want him in one piece."

Felenduir merely raised his eyebrows at these words. Alderios then turned around and left the chamber, with Gildor followed quietly behind him.
The rest of the punishment came swiftly. Legolas has his eyes closed all the time and tried not to make any sound, as Felenduir stripped off his leggings and continued to take claim of his body. Legolas was too exhausted to give any more fight. He knew nothing more except for the extreme pain that threatened to wreck his body in pieces. Before Felenduir was even done with him, all of his remaining strength started to fly away, and then the world went completely black around him.
TBC

Pen-neth - young one

Amin feuya ten lle - you disgust me
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