Dark Oppression

Dark Oppression. (1/?)
By Lady Lupin Lycanthrope.
Fandom: LotR.
Rating: Heavy R.
Pairing: None as of yet, save for very mild Glorfindel/Erestor.
Summary: Sauron gets the ring. Things go downhill from there.
Warnings: Dark. Very Dark. Very AU. Rape. Mpreg. Torture. Angst.
A/N: My very first LotR fic! I know elves die when they get raped, but for this story to work, they don't. Just keep reminding yourself: It's AU.


It was raining again. Elrond gave a slight wince as the dirty, greasy water landed on his naked back. It seemed that everything in Mordor had the power to inflict discomfort.

Ten years. Ten long, miserable years sense Sauron had reclaimed the Ring of Power. The halfling ring-bearer Frodo failed, at the very last moment, to throw the ring into the fires of Mount Doom. Instead he had claimed it for himself, and slipped it onto his finger, drawing the attention of the Dark Lord and his minions. Faithful Samwise had tried to stop his friend, and was therefor unprepared when that disgusting creature Golum had crept up behind them. In one last, desperate effort to reclaim his “precious”, the evil little creature had leapt on the struggling Hobbits, sending all three of them tumbling into the fiery pit below. But the evil ring had escaped destruction yet again. Sliding right off Frodo's finger, the chain that had secured it around the halflings neck had caught on the edge of the cliff, where Saurons ringwraths had found it minutes later. The One Ring had been reunited with it's maker, and the free peoples of Middle Earth were doomed.

After that, everything had been brutally strait-forward. Sauron had remade his body and, through the use of even more black magic, become more powerful then ever before. Gondor and Rohan were swiftly taken out, and the race of Men all but rendered extinct. Grief rose in Elrond's heart as he thought of his dear foster son Estel. He had fought tooth and nail for his friends and his people, only to be captured on the battlefield alongside the remaining members of the fellowship. Only Legolas had escaped outright execution. Sauron had the rest of the fellowship decapitated and their heads hung from the Black Gate to serve as a warning to anyone else who might oppose him Then came the dwarves, and the hobbits, and finally, the elves. Mirkwood had been conquered first. Thanduil tried desperately to fight off Saurons newly re-created army, but to no avail. Mirkwood was burned to nothing, and most of it's population slaughtered. The few that remained were taken prisoner and herded into Morder. Then came the Golden Woods. Galadrial and Celeborn had lost most of their army at Helms Deep, and were wide open for an attack. The Golden Woods met the same fate as Mirkwood before it. Galadrial had been slain, and Celeborn taken captive along with the remaining Galadrihem. And Rivendell?

Well, Elrond wouldn't be in this prison if Rivendell hadn't fallen as well. Most of the Rivendell elves had left for the Undying Lands, and while the few that were left had fought for their lives, all of them had been captured. Elrond was so thankful that his children had left mere days before the attack. When the surviving elves from the Gray Havens had been brought to Mordor, Elrond had nearly wept with relief when he was told that his children had left on the very last ship before the Havens were attacked. Just knowing that his family was safe gave him strength.

The rain was getting worse. The bars of this hellish cage did little to shield him from the elements. Wiping rain from his eyes, Elrond tried to move toward the center of the cage, but was stopped by the heavy chains strapped to his ankles. Sighing in frustration, he glared at the chains.

Once Sauron had gathered up all the elves, well, then the real torture had begun.

All of the elves, about 100 in all, had been herded up to the top of one of the many towers that lined the Dark Lords fortress. They were then stripped of their clothing and forced naked into tiny, triangular shaped cages. Their ankles were chained to the bars, and they were slowly lowered down the side of the tower and left hanging about 20 feet from the top. For a while, Sauron had left them alone, and Elrond had thought that he intended them to slowly starve to death. But soon enough, the brutal truth became apparent. Sauron had truly gone mad. There was no other logical explanation for this insanity.

After killing off just about all of Middle Earths population, it suddenly dawned on Sauron that without them, their was hardly anyone left to worship him. That apparently hadn't suited well on the Lords ego. So he decided to re-populate Middle Earth with his own creations. And who better to spend eturnady doing so then the immortal elves? Of course, all of the she-elves had been killed off, but did that stop Sauron? Of course not. Sauron had re-built his own body with black magic, why not re-build the remaining male elves as well?

Elrond winced in sympathy as he glanced to his left. Glorfindel was in the cage hanging next to his, and on the blond's other side was Erestor. The two had been lovers before all this, but their orc captors obviously hadn't known that, or they never would have placed them right next to each other. The two of them were holding each others hands through the bars of their cages. Both their bodies show the damned signs of Saurons evil magic. Glorfindel's stomach was gently rounded in the unmistakable swell of early pregnancy, while Erestor's thighs bore a thick coat of dried blood, a tell-tale sign of last nights miscarriage. Magical symbols, none of which Elrond recognized, had been tattooed in blood red ink across both of their bellies. Over time, however, the symbols had become distorted due to the constant stretching of their skin.

It seemed that Saurons magic wasn't flawless. Forcing immortal male bodies to do something they weren't designed for wasn't easy. After all the spells were cast, the body didn't adjust compleatly right away. Elrond knew the pattern very well. A cage would be pulled, seemingly at random, up to the top of the towering the early morning. Around high noon, it would be lowered back down, its occupant now unconscious and their stomach now covered with said magic symbols. Within a few minutes, however, pain would bring them out of their sleep as the spells worked their wicked power. Pain that would last for hours, sometimes long into the night, as the poor elves body underwent a sickening transformation. The narrow hips would broaden. Their flat chests would become slightly fuller, the nipples becoming both darker and larger. But the most horrific changes would be on the inside. Elrond grew ill just thinking about it. About how their inside would morph and shift as new organs and tissues formed. About how they would bleed as their bodies opened up in a place where it shouldn't ever open.

Quiet moaning reached his ears, and Elrond looked away from the couple on his left and toward the distraught elf on his right. The former lord of the Golden Woods was panting in pain, silent tears trailing down his face. Slender, dirty hands clenched at his vastly swollen belly. After long seconds, the silver haired elf went limp aganst the bars of his cage, panting breaths sounding even through the pounding rain.

Celeborn was in labor again. Elrond's chest contracted in pity. Celeborn had been the first elf subjected to Sauron's evil magic. In the seven years sense, the poor elven lord had been brutally raped and impregnated 14 times. Vaguely, he wondered if this time it would live. This pregnancy had lasted an epic 10 months, the closest to full term yet.

It seemed that even Saurons powerful black magic couldn't assure healthy, full term babies. Elven bodies weren't very compatible with that of an Urek, or a Wrath, or whatever foul beasts Sauron was trying to populate Middle Earth with. As of yet, not a single elf had carried full term. Of those who made it past the halfway mark, all had been stillborn. So far, 21 elven lives had been lost in childbirth. Among them was former king Thanduil. The golden haired elf had literally been torn apart trying to expel the offspring of a warg from his body. His screams had been blood chilling, and Elrond was sure he would never forget them. Sometimes he swore he could still hear them echoing in the dead of night.

However, it seemed that the Dark Lord would soon be getting his wish. The more that his fellow elves were impregnated, the more their bodies adapted. Celeborn had miscarried his first eight within the first three months. The next four had lasted between five and seven months, and the last one had lasted nearly nine.

The rain was stopping. Elrond was exhausted. Leaning his head back aganst the iron bars, he closed his eyes and surrendered to his exhaustion. The orc who guarded the top of their tower was due to deliver their dinner anytime, but Elrond hadn't heard his footsteps for hours. That usually meant he'd left his post, and that they wouldn't be getting fed until tomorrow morning. Blocking out Celeborns panting as best he could, he drifted of into an uneasy sleep.

After what seemed like only seconds, a blood curdling scream shocked him awake. A quick glance at the sky told him that he had actually slept for hours, but what was happening in the next cage over pushed all thought of sleep from his mind. Celeborn was now struggling to rid his body of the fetus. The silver lord panted and screamed as his contractions came one right after another. Elrond watched in sick fascination as the other elf's heavy, round belly tightened. Suddenly Celeborn arched forward, gripping his ankles right above the chains as he pushed. A lump of blood caked, silver hair slid from between his spread thighs. Another scream erupted from his lips as the rest of the child followed. Elrond leaned closer in an attempt to see clearer. The pathetic little thing lying on the cold, blood soaked floor of the cage had black, rough looking skin, long, sharp claws on both it's fingers and it's toes, and a full head of silver hair. From that angle, he couldn't see if it was male of female, but the tiny movement stated clearly that this child was alive. It was trying to cry, but seemed unable to do so. After only a few seconds, however, the movement stopped, and the little face relaxed as the child died. A primal yell left Celeborns lips as he snatched the tiny corpse up and threw it violently out of the cage. Elrond watched it fall until he lost sight of it in the constant fog of Mordor.

Yes, soon Sauron would have his wish.

Elrond looked over at Celeborn and wondered when he himself would be in the other elf's place. Every single elf had been altered and impregnated at least twice, but he had yet to. What was Saurons game? As if qued by his thoughts, his cage gave a violent lurch. He was being pulled upward to the top of the tower. Fear flooded him. It seemed that something was finally going to happen to him.

tbc....