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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,105
Reviews:
39
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Chapter 10
Title: Broken
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
A/N: Ok,lastlast chapter wasn’t as nauseating as I thought. Maybe I thought it was since I wrote that just after dinner.
A/N: Got a new beta; can’t remember who it is so this is unbetaed.
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Merry smiled as he watched Legolas eat a piece of cinnamon bread Pippin had managed to steal from the kitchens earlier that day. It had been two days since Legolas was brought back and, surprisingly, Sam and Frodo were too busy to send for him again.
He knew he shouldn’t be surprised at this; after all, there was the threat of the rebels that were in the city. But it was very unlike Frodo to not find time to play with his favorite toy. Merry shuddered, realizing that when the immediate threat was over, Frodo would be desperate to relieve his desires.
‘Best not to think on that now,’ Merry thought. ‘All that matters is that Legolas has a little time to heal.’ He sighed, turning his attention to his own piece of cinnamon bread.
He was very concerned about Legolas; that was nothing new but it had seemed that Sam had been extra rough with his this time. Legolas’ bruises were slow to heal and it looked as if most of the cuts were infected. Merry, remembering the oil that had covered the elf’s body, assumed it was some kind of poison.
Pippin had woke during the night, feeling a strange burning sensation on his hand. He quickly shook Merry awake when he realized what was causing it and they had worked hard to wash it off of Legolas, using most of their weekly water supply.
Pippin felt extremely guilty for not noticing sooner, which was why he risked the cook’s anger when he stole the small loaf of bread. Merry would have given him a stern talking to if it hadn’t been for the look of joy on the elf’s face.
The elf needed all the joy he could get.
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Next day erryerry grunted as he carried a heavy bag filled with leftovers he had scraped from plates and pans. Once a week he was to take the food to the lower levels, where the animals were kept. Out of all his jobs, this one was one of the worst.
He had to walk down several flights of stairs, through several guardrooms and past the dungeons. The stairs he could handle and he had learned to ignore the sounds of suffering coming from the dungeons. He had even gotten used to half-starved wargs snapping at him as he dump the food into their cage. What he hated was the guardrooms.
The guards were made up of the most ruthless men in all of Middle-Earth. Murderers, rapists, thieves, hunters, and slave trainers. Every time he walked through a guardroom, he overheard the men speaking, in excruciating detail, of past conquests.
How this guard had raped ten men, killing each just before that final thrust. How that guard single handedly slaughtered an entire bloodline. And how that guard succeeded in breaking over a dozen of Gondor’s best soldiers.
Merry paused as he neared the first guardroom, mentally preparing himself before entering. As expected, the guards ignored him and continued with their conversations. Slaves passed through the guardrooms almost constantly, running errands for their masters or coming to serve one or several of the guards.
Merry tried to ignore the conversations going on around him and he concentrated on the far door.was was so focused that he almost missed one conversation that was unlike the rest.
“Did you hear that Duryn caught an elf roaming the borders?”
“An elf? Are you sure it wasn’t one of those imposters, hoping to scare us?”
“Very sure,” the guard said. “I was in the meeting when word was brought to Lord Sam. He has ordered that the elf be brought here immediately.”
The other guard smirked. “Maybe they’re finely getting tired of the whore. Wonder what they’ll do with it.”
The first guard laughed, the sound sending chills down Merry’s spine as he continued slowly towards the exit. “There are rumors…”
“What rumors,” the other guard asked, suspicious.
The first guard smiled. “The whore is ours.”
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A/N: Did that seem rushed? It seemed rushed to me. Sorry about that if it was. At least something is finally happening. Oh, by the way, Serai wrote a short fic inspired by Broken. In fact, it takes place between chapters 8 and 9. You can find it here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/daemel and its message 644.
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
A/N: Ok,lastlast chapter wasn’t as nauseating as I thought. Maybe I thought it was since I wrote that just after dinner.
A/N: Got a new beta; can’t remember who it is so this is unbetaed.
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Merry smiled as he watched Legolas eat a piece of cinnamon bread Pippin had managed to steal from the kitchens earlier that day. It had been two days since Legolas was brought back and, surprisingly, Sam and Frodo were too busy to send for him again.
He knew he shouldn’t be surprised at this; after all, there was the threat of the rebels that were in the city. But it was very unlike Frodo to not find time to play with his favorite toy. Merry shuddered, realizing that when the immediate threat was over, Frodo would be desperate to relieve his desires.
‘Best not to think on that now,’ Merry thought. ‘All that matters is that Legolas has a little time to heal.’ He sighed, turning his attention to his own piece of cinnamon bread.
He was very concerned about Legolas; that was nothing new but it had seemed that Sam had been extra rough with his this time. Legolas’ bruises were slow to heal and it looked as if most of the cuts were infected. Merry, remembering the oil that had covered the elf’s body, assumed it was some kind of poison.
Pippin had woke during the night, feeling a strange burning sensation on his hand. He quickly shook Merry awake when he realized what was causing it and they had worked hard to wash it off of Legolas, using most of their weekly water supply.
Pippin felt extremely guilty for not noticing sooner, which was why he risked the cook’s anger when he stole the small loaf of bread. Merry would have given him a stern talking to if it hadn’t been for the look of joy on the elf’s face.
The elf needed all the joy he could get.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Next day erryerry grunted as he carried a heavy bag filled with leftovers he had scraped from plates and pans. Once a week he was to take the food to the lower levels, where the animals were kept. Out of all his jobs, this one was one of the worst.
He had to walk down several flights of stairs, through several guardrooms and past the dungeons. The stairs he could handle and he had learned to ignore the sounds of suffering coming from the dungeons. He had even gotten used to half-starved wargs snapping at him as he dump the food into their cage. What he hated was the guardrooms.
The guards were made up of the most ruthless men in all of Middle-Earth. Murderers, rapists, thieves, hunters, and slave trainers. Every time he walked through a guardroom, he overheard the men speaking, in excruciating detail, of past conquests.
How this guard had raped ten men, killing each just before that final thrust. How that guard single handedly slaughtered an entire bloodline. And how that guard succeeded in breaking over a dozen of Gondor’s best soldiers.
Merry paused as he neared the first guardroom, mentally preparing himself before entering. As expected, the guards ignored him and continued with their conversations. Slaves passed through the guardrooms almost constantly, running errands for their masters or coming to serve one or several of the guards.
Merry tried to ignore the conversations going on around him and he concentrated on the far door.was was so focused that he almost missed one conversation that was unlike the rest.
“Did you hear that Duryn caught an elf roaming the borders?”
“An elf? Are you sure it wasn’t one of those imposters, hoping to scare us?”
“Very sure,” the guard said. “I was in the meeting when word was brought to Lord Sam. He has ordered that the elf be brought here immediately.”
The other guard smirked. “Maybe they’re finely getting tired of the whore. Wonder what they’ll do with it.”
The first guard laughed, the sound sending chills down Merry’s spine as he continued slowly towards the exit. “There are rumors…”
“What rumors,” the other guard asked, suspicious.
The first guard smiled. “The whore is ours.”
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A/N: Did that seem rushed? It seemed rushed to me. Sorry about that if it was. At least something is finally happening. Oh, by the way, Serai wrote a short fic inspired by Broken. In fact, it takes place between chapters 8 and 9. You can find it here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/daemel and its message 644.