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Consequences of What You Leave Behind
Title: Prisoner of Gondor 13
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Website/Archive: www.adult-fanfiction.org. www.slashfiction.net, www.slashfanfiction.com, Aniron, CIB, Deamel, ElvenLords Library, LIC, Mirrormere, OEAM, The other VOLA. Others ask me first I probably say, “Yes”, or Legolas will be punished again…
Rate: NC-17
Main Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas
Summary: Legolas and Glorfindel were on their way to Gondor, but on their arrival, things go wrong. One is put in the dungeon, after being horribly humiliated, and the other enjoys the good life. Will the prisoner find hope, or die alone in the dark dungeon after the humiliation?
Warning: Characters Death. Missing scenes. Torture, dirty language, rape, sex, OOC, and the whole circumstances that followed, as well as thoughts of suicide.
In this chapter there is a lot of torture, if you can’t bear this, just LEAVE.
If you are: It is your own risk/responsibility. You’ve been WARNED!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J R R TOLKIEN's characters, only those I have created.
Author notes: This is still my first attempt at writing, so be kind.
~*~
I am the sound of love's arriving
Echoed softly on the sand
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Lay your hand within my hand
I give you all that I am
“All That I Am” - Rob Thomas
~*~
Chapter 13: Consequences of What You Leave Behind
Erestor looked at his beloved, his eyes filled with pain. He did not wish to leave him, not in the state Lindir was in, as he knew how much his lover feared Glorfindel. He could feel it in his heart.
Erestor began to cry. “I do not wish to leave, not like this, not ever. I really wish that. But I have to go over Lothlórien, you know that…” he sobbed.
Lindir settled himself next to his lover and pulled him into his arms, stealing passionate kisses.
“I have to go, my beloved, if I wish to return to you soon as possible…” Erestor groaned in his lover’s mouth.
“I fear…” Lindir said, his eyes filling with tears.
Erestor gently cuffed his lover and said softly at him, “I will not be able to take it if he hurts you. I want you to stay close to Elrond as much as possible while I am away, and lock the door when you go to sleep. Will you promise me that?”
Lindir nodded, and sniffed. Pulling away slightly from his lover, Lindir asked, “Can I ask Elrond to guard me at night?” He found he could not stop crying.
Erestor nodded and answered, “Anything that will keep you safe; you are the world to me.”
Erestor leant down to take his pack, and then he looked at his lover. Lindir was so beautiful to him, and the love and lust he felt for his lover made him feel weak. After taking one last look, he left the room.
“No…” Lindir whispered, watching Erestor leave. It seemed to him his heart was starting to break.
Lindir dressed quickly and hurried to catch his lover before he departed.
~
Lindir’s heart cried as he saw his love leave, and then he walked towards Elrond.
“Do not leave me, my lord…” Lindir asked. He did not want to be left alone, not for one second.
“I do not intend to. Erestor has already warned me of what will happen if I fail in the task,” Elrond said, smiling at Lindir.
“Then hold me, please…” Lindir asked with pleading eyes.
Elrond stared at the young elf and hesitated. He did not want to come between the lovers, for he knew how much they loved each other.
“What?” Lindir asked, seeing how Elrond was staring at him. “I have permission from my lover… please hold me!” Lindir said, his eyes still pleading.
Elrond put his arm around the young elf and guided him towards the library. “Come, my friend, it is not late to learn more. Accompany me…”
Lindir sighed, and smiled a little.
There was a sound behind them, and Lindir tightened his grip on the lord.
Elrond felt the shiver and turned to his friend, and tried to calm him down. “Shh… I am here… no one is going to hurt you… shh…”
“Erestor, my love?” Lindir asked, hoped that it was his love.
Elrond gave the younger elf a worried look, and then tried to smile. “No, but you are close… it is I, your lord, and friend, Elrond,” he teased.
“I miss him, oh Valar, how I miss him…” Lindir said, his tears falling unchecked down his face.
Elrond rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. He started to lead Lindir to his chambers. Lindir noticed they had changed direction. “This is not the way over the library…” he said, puzzled.
“There has been a change of plans, my friend…” Elrond grinned at him.
~
Two days later… at night…
Carrying a candle, Elrond walked to Lindir’s chamber. Finding the door locked, he knocked, trying not to panic. Everything was going well so far, and he wished that it continued.
“Lindir? It is I, please open the door…” Elrond knocked and pleaded.
Suddenly there was a loud scream that came from inside the room, and it made Elrond worry even more for the younger elf. Panicking, Elrond dropped the candle and broke open the door.
When the door was finally open, Elrond stepped inside the room and found Lindir lying on his bed. The younger elf’s face was covered in sweat, and he was shivering.
Elrond sighed in relief, as he had thought that something might have happened to Lindir.
He went closer to the young elf and sat down next to him. Trying to comfort Lindir and to calm him down, he said, “It is only a nightmare, open your eyes… open your eyes, mellon-nin, it is only a nightmare.”
Lindir slowly opened his eyes, and shook his head, only to find Elrond looking at him.
“W… what are you doing in my room?” Lindir asked.
“What? You were scaring me, mellon-nin. I heard you scream, and I thought that something might have happened to you…” Elrond explained, still scared about his friend.
~*~
In the meanwhile… in Lothlórien…
As Erestor approached the Golden Forest, he heard a voice in his head. “What are you business, in here, my lord advisor?”
Erestor mouth fell open, and he hoped that the Lady could give him the answer that he was looking for.
“I am still waiting…” Galadriel reminded him.
Erestor approached and entered, but was stopped by Haldir and the guards. The advisor did not touch his swords, instead handing Haldir the letter that he had received, and said, “I came because of this message, for the Lady and the Lord have asked for my advice.”
Haldir took it and nodded, then he commanded the guards to lower their weapons. He led Erestor to the tree where the Lady and the Lord were waiting for them.
Erestor found his eyes locked with Galadriel’s, but there were no words.
“He has a letter,” Haldir said. He handed them the message and bowed, and then before he left he turned to the advisor and blessed him with a good night.
Erestor thanked him and returned his gaze to the waiting Lord and Lady.
“This is not my hand-writing, nor is this the symbol of our kingdom…” Galadriel started to say, but Celeborn continued.
“Someone has deceived you, my lord,” Celeborn said, before glancing at his wife and nodding to her.
“Follow me…” Galadriel said to Erestor, and led him to her mirror.
“What is your purpose, my lady? What will I see?” Erestor asked, wondering.
She filled her vase and poured the water into the basin, saying to him, “Things that were…things that are... and some things… …that have not yet come to pass…”
Erestor glanced with fear into the mirror, and saw pictures of Lindir, happy and staring at him. Then he saw Legolas bleeding, looking close to death. And then he saw Glorfindel laughing at him, Lindir lying dead next to him, looking as pale as the moon, while Elrond lay nearby, badly beaten.
Erestor walked away and closed his eyes, fearing for his lover.
“No… it cannot be, no!” Erestor’s voice became demanding, and he kept saying to himself that it was only a vision, that it would not happen. Yet he kept seeing the image of his lover, lying dead at Glorfindel’s feet.
“You have to face it, you have to face what you saw…” Erestor heard Galadriel say, and he looked at her. For a moment he did not know what he was going to do, he felt helpless.
“It was obvious that you were deceived, Erestor… you have to go now… and I hope that you are not too late…” Galadriel suggested.
Erestor looked at her, feeling the tears running down his cheeks. The sight of his lover in the mirror made him sick, and he ran towards his horse. He rode as fast as he could back to Imladris hoping, like Galadriel, that he was not too late.
~*~
In the meantime, back in Imladris…
Elrond watched the young elf, and tried to comfort him for as long as he could. He saw that Lindir was constantly trembling, and it was obvious to him that Lindir needed his lover, or his heart might break.
“Noro path a noro bell…” Elrond whispered in the darkness, wishing that Erestor would come soon. He fell asleep, overcome by tiredness.
~*~
Later in the morning…
Elrond could feel the rays of the sun upon him and he opened his eyes, only to find that Lindir was gone. He looked around the room and saw that it was in a mess.
Elrond became afraid, fearing that something might have happened, and hurried outside. His mouth dropped open in horror, shocked at the sight before him.
Lindir lay on the ground, his body covered with fresh bruises, and Elrond ran over to him.
“Lindir? What is wrong?” Elrond asked, and yet he got no answer from the young elf. “Talk to me, mellon-nin… saes…”
Elrond took the young elf in his arms and tried to comfort him. He then took a deep breath before carrying his friend to his room to take care of the bruises.
“Where are you Erestor?” Elrond asked in a whisper, wishing that the advisor came soon, before it was too late.
Elrond entered his room and placed Lindir on the bed, and then making certain that he locked the door. He did not wish to be interrupted while he attended to healing Lindir’s body.
He moved his hands over Lindir’s body, noticing how the young elf was trembling underneath his hands, and sensing the fear. He leant over and whispered into Lindir’s ear, asking quietly, “Who did this to you, mellon-nin?”
But Lindir said nothing, as he was too afraid.
Flashback
Lindir could feel the rough hands that grabbed him from the bed before taking him outside and throwing him down onto the grass. It was then when he first opened his eyes, and noticed Glorfindel.
He felt pain as Glorfindel hit him time after time, showing no mercy. All the while Lindir begged for help, but did not receive any.
“No one would help you, young one…” Glorfindel hissed at him, and continued to hit him, tearing his clothes and throwing them aside. Then he undressed in front of Lindir, and added, “You are mine, and mine alone, as your lover, it seems, has abandoned you…”
“No… leave me alone…” Lindir begged, but no one came to aid him. He felt alone and broken inside, for it seemed that his lover was not coming.
End of Flashback
Elrond softly stroked Lindir’s body, gently touching the hurt areas.
He puts herbs in the bandages and applied them to the bruises before sitting back to watch over him. He was afraid of what had happened earlier in the morning.
~*~
Two weeks later…
Erestor raced into their room, but could not see his lover.
“LINDIR?” he shouted in fear, “WHERE ARE YOU?”
Erestor ran to Elrond’s room, hoping to find some answers, but all he found was a lot of blood. There were bandages covered in blood… he panicked even more.
Something was wrong, and his panic continued to grow as he remembered what he saw in Galadriel’s mirror.
“LINDIR!” he called in fear, terrified that he had come too late to save his lover from… from… from Glorfindel.
He ran outside and looked around wildly before his ears caught the sound of someone whimpering. His heart racing with fear over his lover, he walked towards the bushes, the images of what he saw in the mirror coming to his mind.
He walked, only to find… ‘Elrond? What are you doing here, and where is my lover? Where is Lindir?’ he thought, but still could not find the right words to say to his lord and trusted friend.
“Elrond?” he called in fear, and knelt next to him. His friend was covered in many bruises, and he thought that he may even be dead, yet he could feel Elrond’s chest moving under his hands.
Elrond had been badly beaten, and he looked the same as Erestor had seen in the mirror. He shivered.
“No… no… Valar… help me… help my lover…” Erestor murmured, as he prayed for the Valar to spare his lover’s life.
“Elrond… You must stay alive…” Erestor begged the wounded elf, and then he rose and tried to find his lover. Then he was going to find Glorfindel and kill him for what he did.
He walked to the stable and found his lover. He was pale like the moon, just like Erestor saw in the mirror, and Glorfindel was next to him, naked, pushing hard inside his lover.
He pulled out his sword, ready to kill Glorfindel for what he did; for abusing his lover, for beating his lord and friend, Elrond.
He was ready to strike hard, but he could not foresee the power that Glorfindel would use to hit him hard on the head. The last thing that he remembered was the light of Eärendil and Glorfindel taking Elrond’s horse before darkness engulfed him.
~*~
Later…
As the regained consciousness, Erestor opened his eyes. Tears streaming down his face, he crawled towards dead, pale lover, and hugged him, wanting to feel him, but his lover was dead, dead, for Erestor had left him alone with a beast.
He knew that Elrond had tried to defend his lover, and for that Elrond had been beaten to death.
Erestor cried over his dead lover, and Lindir’s face was soon wet from all the tears.
“I failed you… my lover… I will avenge you… I will kill him for what he has done to you, and Elrond… this I swear to you, my beloved, and then I will follow you.”
Elvish:
Noro path a noro bell - Ride fast and ride hard.
End of Chapter 13.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Website/Archive: www.adult-fanfiction.org. www.slashfiction.net, www.slashfanfiction.com, Aniron, CIB, Deamel, ElvenLords Library, LIC, Mirrormere, OEAM, The other VOLA. Others ask me first I probably say, “Yes”, or Legolas will be punished again…
Rate: NC-17
Main Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas
Summary: Legolas and Glorfindel were on their way to Gondor, but on their arrival, things go wrong. One is put in the dungeon, after being horribly humiliated, and the other enjoys the good life. Will the prisoner find hope, or die alone in the dark dungeon after the humiliation?
Warning: Characters Death. Missing scenes. Torture, dirty language, rape, sex, OOC, and the whole circumstances that followed, as well as thoughts of suicide.
In this chapter there is a lot of torture, if you can’t bear this, just LEAVE.
If you are: It is your own risk/responsibility. You’ve been WARNED!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J R R TOLKIEN's characters, only those I have created.
Author notes: This is still my first attempt at writing, so be kind.
~*~
I am the sound of love's arriving
Echoed softly on the sand
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Lay your hand within my hand
I give you all that I am
“All That I Am” - Rob Thomas
~*~
Chapter 13: Consequences of What You Leave Behind
Erestor looked at his beloved, his eyes filled with pain. He did not wish to leave him, not in the state Lindir was in, as he knew how much his lover feared Glorfindel. He could feel it in his heart.
Erestor began to cry. “I do not wish to leave, not like this, not ever. I really wish that. But I have to go over Lothlórien, you know that…” he sobbed.
Lindir settled himself next to his lover and pulled him into his arms, stealing passionate kisses.
“I have to go, my beloved, if I wish to return to you soon as possible…” Erestor groaned in his lover’s mouth.
“I fear…” Lindir said, his eyes filling with tears.
Erestor gently cuffed his lover and said softly at him, “I will not be able to take it if he hurts you. I want you to stay close to Elrond as much as possible while I am away, and lock the door when you go to sleep. Will you promise me that?”
Lindir nodded, and sniffed. Pulling away slightly from his lover, Lindir asked, “Can I ask Elrond to guard me at night?” He found he could not stop crying.
Erestor nodded and answered, “Anything that will keep you safe; you are the world to me.”
Erestor leant down to take his pack, and then he looked at his lover. Lindir was so beautiful to him, and the love and lust he felt for his lover made him feel weak. After taking one last look, he left the room.
“No…” Lindir whispered, watching Erestor leave. It seemed to him his heart was starting to break.
Lindir dressed quickly and hurried to catch his lover before he departed.
~
Lindir’s heart cried as he saw his love leave, and then he walked towards Elrond.
“Do not leave me, my lord…” Lindir asked. He did not want to be left alone, not for one second.
“I do not intend to. Erestor has already warned me of what will happen if I fail in the task,” Elrond said, smiling at Lindir.
“Then hold me, please…” Lindir asked with pleading eyes.
Elrond stared at the young elf and hesitated. He did not want to come between the lovers, for he knew how much they loved each other.
“What?” Lindir asked, seeing how Elrond was staring at him. “I have permission from my lover… please hold me!” Lindir said, his eyes still pleading.
Elrond put his arm around the young elf and guided him towards the library. “Come, my friend, it is not late to learn more. Accompany me…”
Lindir sighed, and smiled a little.
There was a sound behind them, and Lindir tightened his grip on the lord.
Elrond felt the shiver and turned to his friend, and tried to calm him down. “Shh… I am here… no one is going to hurt you… shh…”
“Erestor, my love?” Lindir asked, hoped that it was his love.
Elrond gave the younger elf a worried look, and then tried to smile. “No, but you are close… it is I, your lord, and friend, Elrond,” he teased.
“I miss him, oh Valar, how I miss him…” Lindir said, his tears falling unchecked down his face.
Elrond rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. He started to lead Lindir to his chambers. Lindir noticed they had changed direction. “This is not the way over the library…” he said, puzzled.
“There has been a change of plans, my friend…” Elrond grinned at him.
~
Two days later… at night…
Carrying a candle, Elrond walked to Lindir’s chamber. Finding the door locked, he knocked, trying not to panic. Everything was going well so far, and he wished that it continued.
“Lindir? It is I, please open the door…” Elrond knocked and pleaded.
Suddenly there was a loud scream that came from inside the room, and it made Elrond worry even more for the younger elf. Panicking, Elrond dropped the candle and broke open the door.
When the door was finally open, Elrond stepped inside the room and found Lindir lying on his bed. The younger elf’s face was covered in sweat, and he was shivering.
Elrond sighed in relief, as he had thought that something might have happened to Lindir.
He went closer to the young elf and sat down next to him. Trying to comfort Lindir and to calm him down, he said, “It is only a nightmare, open your eyes… open your eyes, mellon-nin, it is only a nightmare.”
Lindir slowly opened his eyes, and shook his head, only to find Elrond looking at him.
“W… what are you doing in my room?” Lindir asked.
“What? You were scaring me, mellon-nin. I heard you scream, and I thought that something might have happened to you…” Elrond explained, still scared about his friend.
~*~
In the meanwhile… in Lothlórien…
As Erestor approached the Golden Forest, he heard a voice in his head. “What are you business, in here, my lord advisor?”
Erestor mouth fell open, and he hoped that the Lady could give him the answer that he was looking for.
“I am still waiting…” Galadriel reminded him.
Erestor approached and entered, but was stopped by Haldir and the guards. The advisor did not touch his swords, instead handing Haldir the letter that he had received, and said, “I came because of this message, for the Lady and the Lord have asked for my advice.”
Haldir took it and nodded, then he commanded the guards to lower their weapons. He led Erestor to the tree where the Lady and the Lord were waiting for them.
Erestor found his eyes locked with Galadriel’s, but there were no words.
“He has a letter,” Haldir said. He handed them the message and bowed, and then before he left he turned to the advisor and blessed him with a good night.
Erestor thanked him and returned his gaze to the waiting Lord and Lady.
“This is not my hand-writing, nor is this the symbol of our kingdom…” Galadriel started to say, but Celeborn continued.
“Someone has deceived you, my lord,” Celeborn said, before glancing at his wife and nodding to her.
“Follow me…” Galadriel said to Erestor, and led him to her mirror.
“What is your purpose, my lady? What will I see?” Erestor asked, wondering.
She filled her vase and poured the water into the basin, saying to him, “Things that were…things that are... and some things… …that have not yet come to pass…”
Erestor glanced with fear into the mirror, and saw pictures of Lindir, happy and staring at him. Then he saw Legolas bleeding, looking close to death. And then he saw Glorfindel laughing at him, Lindir lying dead next to him, looking as pale as the moon, while Elrond lay nearby, badly beaten.
Erestor walked away and closed his eyes, fearing for his lover.
“No… it cannot be, no!” Erestor’s voice became demanding, and he kept saying to himself that it was only a vision, that it would not happen. Yet he kept seeing the image of his lover, lying dead at Glorfindel’s feet.
“You have to face it, you have to face what you saw…” Erestor heard Galadriel say, and he looked at her. For a moment he did not know what he was going to do, he felt helpless.
“It was obvious that you were deceived, Erestor… you have to go now… and I hope that you are not too late…” Galadriel suggested.
Erestor looked at her, feeling the tears running down his cheeks. The sight of his lover in the mirror made him sick, and he ran towards his horse. He rode as fast as he could back to Imladris hoping, like Galadriel, that he was not too late.
~*~
In the meantime, back in Imladris…
Elrond watched the young elf, and tried to comfort him for as long as he could. He saw that Lindir was constantly trembling, and it was obvious to him that Lindir needed his lover, or his heart might break.
“Noro path a noro bell…” Elrond whispered in the darkness, wishing that Erestor would come soon. He fell asleep, overcome by tiredness.
~*~
Later in the morning…
Elrond could feel the rays of the sun upon him and he opened his eyes, only to find that Lindir was gone. He looked around the room and saw that it was in a mess.
Elrond became afraid, fearing that something might have happened, and hurried outside. His mouth dropped open in horror, shocked at the sight before him.
Lindir lay on the ground, his body covered with fresh bruises, and Elrond ran over to him.
“Lindir? What is wrong?” Elrond asked, and yet he got no answer from the young elf. “Talk to me, mellon-nin… saes…”
Elrond took the young elf in his arms and tried to comfort him. He then took a deep breath before carrying his friend to his room to take care of the bruises.
“Where are you Erestor?” Elrond asked in a whisper, wishing that the advisor came soon, before it was too late.
Elrond entered his room and placed Lindir on the bed, and then making certain that he locked the door. He did not wish to be interrupted while he attended to healing Lindir’s body.
He moved his hands over Lindir’s body, noticing how the young elf was trembling underneath his hands, and sensing the fear. He leant over and whispered into Lindir’s ear, asking quietly, “Who did this to you, mellon-nin?”
But Lindir said nothing, as he was too afraid.
Lindir could feel the rough hands that grabbed him from the bed before taking him outside and throwing him down onto the grass. It was then when he first opened his eyes, and noticed Glorfindel.
He felt pain as Glorfindel hit him time after time, showing no mercy. All the while Lindir begged for help, but did not receive any.
“No one would help you, young one…” Glorfindel hissed at him, and continued to hit him, tearing his clothes and throwing them aside. Then he undressed in front of Lindir, and added, “You are mine, and mine alone, as your lover, it seems, has abandoned you…”
“No… leave me alone…” Lindir begged, but no one came to aid him. He felt alone and broken inside, for it seemed that his lover was not coming.
Elrond softly stroked Lindir’s body, gently touching the hurt areas.
He puts herbs in the bandages and applied them to the bruises before sitting back to watch over him. He was afraid of what had happened earlier in the morning.
~*~
Two weeks later…
Erestor raced into their room, but could not see his lover.
“LINDIR?” he shouted in fear, “WHERE ARE YOU?”
Erestor ran to Elrond’s room, hoping to find some answers, but all he found was a lot of blood. There were bandages covered in blood… he panicked even more.
Something was wrong, and his panic continued to grow as he remembered what he saw in Galadriel’s mirror.
“LINDIR!” he called in fear, terrified that he had come too late to save his lover from… from… from Glorfindel.
He ran outside and looked around wildly before his ears caught the sound of someone whimpering. His heart racing with fear over his lover, he walked towards the bushes, the images of what he saw in the mirror coming to his mind.
He walked, only to find… ‘Elrond? What are you doing here, and where is my lover? Where is Lindir?’ he thought, but still could not find the right words to say to his lord and trusted friend.
“Elrond?” he called in fear, and knelt next to him. His friend was covered in many bruises, and he thought that he may even be dead, yet he could feel Elrond’s chest moving under his hands.
Elrond had been badly beaten, and he looked the same as Erestor had seen in the mirror. He shivered.
“No… no… Valar… help me… help my lover…” Erestor murmured, as he prayed for the Valar to spare his lover’s life.
“Elrond… You must stay alive…” Erestor begged the wounded elf, and then he rose and tried to find his lover. Then he was going to find Glorfindel and kill him for what he did.
He walked to the stable and found his lover. He was pale like the moon, just like Erestor saw in the mirror, and Glorfindel was next to him, naked, pushing hard inside his lover.
He pulled out his sword, ready to kill Glorfindel for what he did; for abusing his lover, for beating his lord and friend, Elrond.
He was ready to strike hard, but he could not foresee the power that Glorfindel would use to hit him hard on the head. The last thing that he remembered was the light of Eärendil and Glorfindel taking Elrond’s horse before darkness engulfed him.
~*~
Later…
As the regained consciousness, Erestor opened his eyes. Tears streaming down his face, he crawled towards dead, pale lover, and hugged him, wanting to feel him, but his lover was dead, dead, for Erestor had left him alone with a beast.
He knew that Elrond had tried to defend his lover, and for that Elrond had been beaten to death.
Erestor cried over his dead lover, and Lindir’s face was soon wet from all the tears.
“I failed you… my lover… I will avenge you… I will kill him for what he has done to you, and Elrond… this I swear to you, my beloved, and then I will follow you.”
Elvish:
Noro path a noro bell - Ride fast and ride hard.
End of Chapter 13.