Prisoner of Gondor

Title: Prisoner of Gondor 14

Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com

Beta: Manon

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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.

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I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

“Behind these hazel eyes” - Kelly Clarkson

Chapter 14: I Used To Be so Strong

Legolas’ POV

I was so fragile, lying there, beaten and broken, and I had no idea why.

It had happened so fast. I thought that Aragorn trusted me as a friend but, instead, he was the one that had beaten me, and… and… I never thought that I could say those horrible words, but he and Lord Glorfindel raped me. They raped ME!

By their action, my body had been broken by their efforts. I felt numb; I felt as if I had become their toy, to beat with chains and to rape.

This had all started, as I said, with what had happened between myself and Lady Arwen, though I have no idea where she is, for I have not see her, and I have grown worried about her.

I hope that she had not gone to see Lord Glorfindel; I hope that she did not get hurt.

But, Arwen, if you had gone to Glorfindel, and were hurt by him, then I am so sorry, and I should be the one that should die in the dungeon.

I am too weak to fight, for it is too difficult to try and move. It may be my time to die, for I have nothing here. For all I know my father has already left my home, my beautiful home… though I seem to have forgotten the name, and that of my second home, the one where I took my peoples to, the one we built.

Where were the good days, the ones where I fought alongside Aragorn and Gimli? Where were the days when he fought evil, where we won our battles?

I have certainly lost this battle, for the one that I called ‘friend’ has abandoned me, raped me, and beaten me, without hearing me out.

I remember fighting side by side with him and alongside many more great fighters on Pelennor Fields. I was there for him when he needed me…I was there for him.

Now I felt lost and forgotten.

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I heard the door open. My eyes were lowered, for it hurt too much to try and lift my head. I only saw the feet as they headed toward me.

I could hear hissing and laughter, but I found that I no longer cared as to what happened to me. I felt emotionless and cold, and I kept praying to the Valar to send me home to my nana, or at least to let my ada know what was happening me. But they were only wishes, only prayers.

It did not matter anymore who was in the cell, looking at me, looking at my naked body and laughing. Aragorn or Glorfindel, they all looked the same to me; even their cruelty felt the same to me.

I felt strong hands moving over my body, hitting me all over. I felt my body twitching as he rolled me over and hit my behind with no mercy, before forcefully entering me, raping me brutally. The pain was terrible, and I swear that I could hear my soul crying for help. My light was dying, my soul was dying, I was dying.

Then he pulled out, but he kept one cold hand on my body while with the other he used the chain. I could feel its coldness on my skin, could feel it drawing blood, but I closed my mind to the pain, not wanting to feel it anymore. I hoped that, once he was gone, I could find something to end my life with, as I felt used and dirty, not worth living, for they had taken my life from me.

“Kill… me…” I suddenly said, though I felt numb. I had not meant to say that;, the words slipped from my mouth, my thoughts making themselves known.

“Kill you? Why should I kill you, pet?” I heard him asking me. I could hear his laugh, and I kept my mouth shut, fearing to say anything else.

“For us, pet, you are already dead, for you have hurt everyone that came close to you, prince.” I heard him, felt that I knew him once, but I did not know him any longer. He has become a total stranger.

I was their pet, nothing else, just a toy that they could play with.

I was nothing to them.

‘Why do they not kill me? I want to be free, for my soul to be free,’ I thought.

I could feel each hit making more damage to my ribs. It was cold; I looked at the chain as he struck me with it time after time. I closed my eyes and wished it would be over soon.

I prayed to the Valar for the last time, but it seems that every prayer has been ignored, for I am still lying here… to be their pet. The Valar have forsaken me…

I could feel his hands as he turned me around, and then he shouted at me, “Open your eyes, I want to see your eyes…”

I tried to open my eyes, but it was an effort to do so. I finally opened them and looked into space, as I had no wish to look at him.

He placed the cold chain over my abused cock and tightened it. The other end he held in his hands as he took me again, hard and with no mercy.

While he did it, I could felt my cock hurting as he pulled at the chain. I could felt blood leaving slowly again, and again, as he hit me.

“No one will save you pet… you belong to us, and you will die when we tell you… you will die, when my knife slices your throat, and when you die you will see me laughing at you…” I heard him, and I wished that it would be over soon, for I was tired of living like this. I was tired of their torture, of how they tormented me as if I was nothing.

The Valar have left me on my own… in this cold dungeon, my jailers holding my life in their hands.

End of Chapter 14.