Erestor's Torment
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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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21
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Death will find us
Title: Erestor's Torment Ct.11
Type: FP
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Alex
Archives: OEAM and http://www.geocities.com/scoobrojess/titlepage1.html
Warnings: Torture, Violence, possible Non-Con, AU. It’s morbid. If you find such things offensive then don’t read it.
Disclaimer: It’s not mine it belongs to Tolkien.
Authors Note: Thanks to Ranger and Alex for helping with this one.
Summary: Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
******************
Erestor woke, his head pounding as someone lifted his head placing a glass of water to his lips. He drank until he felt better then lay back down.
"Feeling better, Erestor?"
Erestor nodded, rubbing his eyes before looking towards Lindir. "Aye, I am, my friend. I have not felt free in a long time."
Lindir smiled and nodded. "Then I am happy and we should celebrate. Would you like a song?"
Erestor nodded and Lindir began to sing.
The road is stretching to the north
Great glens scattered on every side
The sun glinting through the mountain pines
Arrows of gold wounding us in joy
My soul said, "Come across to see me
Put your burdens and hardships behind you
This temporary place will give us welcome
And I will be with you again"I am contented
Passing through the beautiful, eternal landscape
You were always in my thoughts
Through the low days and the heartbreak
Lift up my understanding, clothe me in my existence
With a light, a pleasing and a gentle heart
Many were the oceans that carried your people
As they journeyed far from you Although the world has turned upside down
And the distance of yeasis upon us
And although my hope is riding to the heights
Many clouds will approach the summit
But the skies are blue, the skies are warm
With a warmth so profound it can not be described
And the flower that is growing an Domhnall Ban's croft
Is as yellow as it ever was.
tor tor smiled, his nightmares momentarily forgotten. "That was beautiful my friend. I am glad you are here."
Lindir almost felt bad as he leaned down and placed a tender kiss upon Erestor's hair. " I as well, Erestor, I as well." Almost.
*****
Morcorban sat calmly waiting, dagger hidden up his sleeve. He listened to the ax pounding against the door, wood flying. He knew what was coming and he would face it, but not lying down, not this time.
The door finally gave way and Morcorban watched in slow motion as Carchthoron tossed the ax aside. The dark elf could not help but jump at the clanging of metal against stone as it tortured his sensitive ears. A hand reached in unlocking the door from within. Time seemed to slow to almost a stop as he watched Carchthoron walk forward and land a hard blow against his cheek.
"You are a traitor, Morcorban, and you are going to pay for that. I want you dead but Melkor will not let me kill you; not yet, anyway. Soon, someday soon, Morcorban. But for now it is time for a little reconditioning. After I have finished with you, you will wish for death."
The captain jerked him up with one hand and threw him to the floor, landing a hard kick into his ribs, smiling at the wheezing noise that followed the grunt of pain. Carchthoron could not help but smile at the small bit of blood that expelled when the smaller elf coughed violently.
Carchthoron pulled Morcorban to his knees before licking the pointed ear of the already wounded elf, “Did you enjoy fucking that elf from Imladris? Hmmmm... I bet you did...But, I think I can make you forget all about him." The captain let his teeth sink in to the tender flesh of Morcorban's ear, satisfied when he heard the whimper of pain, lapping contentedly at the small trickle of blood. "I am going to fuck you, Morcorban, and there is nothing you can do about it."
The older elf ran his hand down the fair cheek and Morcorban grabbed him and pulled forward
Gripping the knife tighter. He struck out with the dagger stabbing the larger elf, thrusting it down into the back of his falling tormentor. "Not this time Carchthoron, not this time. "
Morcorban muttered as made sure the dagger hit home.
Type: FP
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Alex
Archives: OEAM and http://www.geocities.com/scoobrojess/titlepage1.html
Warnings: Torture, Violence, possible Non-Con, AU. It’s morbid. If you find such things offensive then don’t read it.
Disclaimer: It’s not mine it belongs to Tolkien.
Authors Note: Thanks to Ranger and Alex for helping with this one.
Summary: Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
******************
Erestor woke, his head pounding as someone lifted his head placing a glass of water to his lips. He drank until he felt better then lay back down.
"Feeling better, Erestor?"
Erestor nodded, rubbing his eyes before looking towards Lindir. "Aye, I am, my friend. I have not felt free in a long time."
Lindir smiled and nodded. "Then I am happy and we should celebrate. Would you like a song?"
Erestor nodded and Lindir began to sing.
The road is stretching to the north
Great glens scattered on every side
The sun glinting through the mountain pines
Arrows of gold wounding us in joy
My soul said, "Come across to see me
Put your burdens and hardships behind you
This temporary place will give us welcome
And I will be with you again"I am contented
Passing through the beautiful, eternal landscape
You were always in my thoughts
Through the low days and the heartbreak
Lift up my understanding, clothe me in my existence
With a light, a pleasing and a gentle heart
Many were the oceans that carried your people
As they journeyed far from you Although the world has turned upside down
And the distance of yeasis upon us
And although my hope is riding to the heights
Many clouds will approach the summit
But the skies are blue, the skies are warm
With a warmth so profound it can not be described
And the flower that is growing an Domhnall Ban's croft
Is as yellow as it ever was.
tor tor smiled, his nightmares momentarily forgotten. "That was beautiful my friend. I am glad you are here."
Lindir almost felt bad as he leaned down and placed a tender kiss upon Erestor's hair. " I as well, Erestor, I as well." Almost.
*****
Morcorban sat calmly waiting, dagger hidden up his sleeve. He listened to the ax pounding against the door, wood flying. He knew what was coming and he would face it, but not lying down, not this time.
The door finally gave way and Morcorban watched in slow motion as Carchthoron tossed the ax aside. The dark elf could not help but jump at the clanging of metal against stone as it tortured his sensitive ears. A hand reached in unlocking the door from within. Time seemed to slow to almost a stop as he watched Carchthoron walk forward and land a hard blow against his cheek.
"You are a traitor, Morcorban, and you are going to pay for that. I want you dead but Melkor will not let me kill you; not yet, anyway. Soon, someday soon, Morcorban. But for now it is time for a little reconditioning. After I have finished with you, you will wish for death."
The captain jerked him up with one hand and threw him to the floor, landing a hard kick into his ribs, smiling at the wheezing noise that followed the grunt of pain. Carchthoron could not help but smile at the small bit of blood that expelled when the smaller elf coughed violently.
Carchthoron pulled Morcorban to his knees before licking the pointed ear of the already wounded elf, “Did you enjoy fucking that elf from Imladris? Hmmmm... I bet you did...But, I think I can make you forget all about him." The captain let his teeth sink in to the tender flesh of Morcorban's ear, satisfied when he heard the whimper of pain, lapping contentedly at the small trickle of blood. "I am going to fuck you, Morcorban, and there is nothing you can do about it."
The older elf ran his hand down the fair cheek and Morcorban grabbed him and pulled forward
Gripping the knife tighter. He struck out with the dagger stabbing the larger elf, thrusting it down into the back of his falling tormentor. "Not this time Carchthoron, not this time. "
Morcorban muttered as made sure the dagger hit home.