Prisoner of Gondor
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
8,604
Reviews:
77
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Gimli
Title: Prisoner of Gondor 15
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rate: R
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.
~*~
Wanna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat dripping over my body
Dance and getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival
“Dirrty” - Christina Aguilera
Chapter 15: Gimli
It had been two weeks since he received the urgent message from Imladris, a message that had shocked him to his core.
It was indeed two weeks, settling himself on the pony that Legolas, his best friend, had arranged for him. He felt that he owned it.
As he rode he read the letter one more time, the words burning into his mind.
Gimli wondered about Thranduil. He wished that the king had never left. The war was over, but the dwarf feared that, with Thranduil gone, Legolas was lonely, and that it was slowly killing him.
Gimli lowered his head and found himself reading the same line again…
“…Prince Legolas is in trouble in Gondor…”
Gimli lifted his head and stared at the sunset, noting the red colour of the sky.
He was curious as to what trouble his friend might be in… he lowered his head again to once more read the letter…
“Dear elf friend, Lord Gimli,
Your presence is needed here in Imladris. I am afraid that I have to inform you that Prince Legolas is in trouble in Gondor.
You will need to come to Imladris first as I need to explain some things to you first… as well as what has happened to Legolas.
Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín, [A star shines upon the hour of our meeting]
Lord Elrond,
Imladris.”
Gimli was tempted to ride straight to Gondor, but he knew had to wait until Elrond had told him what he knew, as that could help him in saving his friend.
~*~
Gimli left his kingdom and rode to Imladris, Elrond’s letter tucked away safely in his pocket.
He dearly hoped that nothing bad had happened to Legolas, and his thoughts turned to Aragorn. He dearly hoped that the man had nothing to do with the trouble that Legolas was in, because Gimli was secretly in love with the elf. He could feel his heart racing again as he let his mind imagine Legolas’ body.
His beautiful blond hair shone as if the sun had set it aflame, and his blue eyes were like the calmest sea that he had ever seen.
Gimli closed his eyes for a moment, fantasising about touching his friend’s body as gently as he could, wanting to feel and taste him.
He opened his eyes and smiled as he rode toward Imladris.
~*~
Two weeks later…
Imladris
Gimli appeared at the border of Imladris and was surprised to see Elrond himself there, along with another elf and a young human.
“My lord,” Gimli said and bowed his head. Raising it, his eyes went to the other two.
“Lord Gimli,” Elrond greeted him and nodded before turning his horse to the company behind him and revealing their names.
“This is Lord Erestor, and my friend,” Elrond said, seeing the fresh tears rolling down Erestor’s face. Then he turned toward the human. “This is Eofor, a stable boy from Gondor.”
Gimli found himself wondering why the boy was here. “A stable boy? What are you doing so far away from your home?”
Eofor stared at the dwarf, not knowing exactly how to answer him. He turned his head toward the lord who had healed his wounds, and he saw Elrond nod to him, giving him permission to answer the dwarf’s question.
“Prince Legolas, my friend, has been tortured and raped by my king, King Elessar,” Eofor answered, and then he continued as he saw the frown appearing on the dwarf’s face. “I fought against Lord Faramir, who had tried to kill Legolas’ horse, though I had switched horses. The horse is safe in Gondor, though my king thinks that it has been killed.”
“Why would the king want to kill Legolas’ horse? What for?” Gimli asked curiously.
“Why? I suppose to end his life before any one could stop him,” Eofor answered as he wiped away the tears that had begun to fall.
Gimli turned his head toward Elrond and asked, “When do we leave?”
“As soon as the twins return from Lothlórien we are leaving for Gondor,” Elrond answered, handing the dwarf a flask of water to relieve his thirst, before adding, “And Lord Erestor has a personal issue to close with Glorfindel.”
“What is wrong with Glorfindel?” Gimli asked, feeling a little relieved, for if he had let temptation take over, it could end his friendship with Legolas, as well as the love that he had for him.
~*~
At the same time in Gondor…
Glorfindel entered the dungeons with a whip in his hands.
As he entered the cell that Legolas was in, he saw that the other elf lying on the cold, hard floor and smirked.
Legolas was lying on his back, and Glorfindel could see his marks on Legolas’ body and face, and the elf’s hair was covered with dried blood. His eyes were closed.
Glorfindel walked to Legolas’ side and began to kick him in the ribs, smiling when he heard bone breaking and piercing the skin, the blood dripping onto the floor. Then he knelt beside the fragile elf and wrapped his fingers around Legolas’ throat, choking him. But he stopped as a sudden thought came to his mind. The thought of what Aragorn would do to his ex-friend.
“Wake up, you filthy pet,” Glorfindel hissed at him, whipping Legolas on his stomach, showing no mercy.
Yet Legolas’ eyes remained closed, as if he were already dead.
“Open your eyes, you filthy elf,” Glorfindel shouted, slapping Legolas again and again.
Legolas’ eyes snapped opened, and he found himself staring defenselessly at Glorfindel with a worried look in his eyes.
Glorfindel moved his right hand to the chains that were wrapped around the elf’s bloodied cock and pulled. The fingers from his other hand he pushed into Legolas’ abused opening.
The pain was unbearable, and Legolas cried out helplessly, though he knew that no one would come to his aid.
Legolas could feel himself being rolled over, and as he lay on his stomach he could feel the fresh pain from the whip and tried to bear it for as long as he could.
Then, the next thing that he felt was like a stab in his heart, like it was before.
He could feel and smell the blood that left his body.
He continued to pray to the Valar to end his life, to finish it, as he could not longer take it anymore.
“The Valar won’t help you, for they have forsaken you and left you for us, filthy pet,” Glorfindel snapped at him, and then he hit him brutality.
‘Eofor, where is Eofor?’ The question arose in Legolas’ mind.
Legolas somehow missed the boy as much as he missed Gimli and the twins.
‘Gimli, how I wish that you were here, or have you abandoned me as well, as the Valar did…’
Legolas let the despair fill his mind, and he lost what little optimism he had. Darkness soon engulfed him.
End of Chapter 15.
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rate: R
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.
~*~
Wanna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time that I came to start the party
Sweat dripping over my body
Dance and getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty
It's about time for my arrival
“Dirrty” - Christina Aguilera
Chapter 15: Gimli
It had been two weeks since he received the urgent message from Imladris, a message that had shocked him to his core.
It was indeed two weeks, settling himself on the pony that Legolas, his best friend, had arranged for him. He felt that he owned it.
As he rode he read the letter one more time, the words burning into his mind.
Gimli wondered about Thranduil. He wished that the king had never left. The war was over, but the dwarf feared that, with Thranduil gone, Legolas was lonely, and that it was slowly killing him.
Gimli lowered his head and found himself reading the same line again…
“…Prince Legolas is in trouble in Gondor…”
Gimli lifted his head and stared at the sunset, noting the red colour of the sky.
He was curious as to what trouble his friend might be in… he lowered his head again to once more read the letter…
“Dear elf friend, Lord Gimli,
Your presence is needed here in Imladris. I am afraid that I have to inform you that Prince Legolas is in trouble in Gondor.
You will need to come to Imladris first as I need to explain some things to you first… as well as what has happened to Legolas.
Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín, [A star shines upon the hour of our meeting]
Lord Elrond,
Imladris.”
Gimli was tempted to ride straight to Gondor, but he knew had to wait until Elrond had told him what he knew, as that could help him in saving his friend.
~*~
Gimli left his kingdom and rode to Imladris, Elrond’s letter tucked away safely in his pocket.
He dearly hoped that nothing bad had happened to Legolas, and his thoughts turned to Aragorn. He dearly hoped that the man had nothing to do with the trouble that Legolas was in, because Gimli was secretly in love with the elf. He could feel his heart racing again as he let his mind imagine Legolas’ body.
His beautiful blond hair shone as if the sun had set it aflame, and his blue eyes were like the calmest sea that he had ever seen.
Gimli closed his eyes for a moment, fantasising about touching his friend’s body as gently as he could, wanting to feel and taste him.
He opened his eyes and smiled as he rode toward Imladris.
~*~
Two weeks later…
Imladris
Gimli appeared at the border of Imladris and was surprised to see Elrond himself there, along with another elf and a young human.
“My lord,” Gimli said and bowed his head. Raising it, his eyes went to the other two.
“Lord Gimli,” Elrond greeted him and nodded before turning his horse to the company behind him and revealing their names.
“This is Lord Erestor, and my friend,” Elrond said, seeing the fresh tears rolling down Erestor’s face. Then he turned toward the human. “This is Eofor, a stable boy from Gondor.”
Gimli found himself wondering why the boy was here. “A stable boy? What are you doing so far away from your home?”
Eofor stared at the dwarf, not knowing exactly how to answer him. He turned his head toward the lord who had healed his wounds, and he saw Elrond nod to him, giving him permission to answer the dwarf’s question.
“Prince Legolas, my friend, has been tortured and raped by my king, King Elessar,” Eofor answered, and then he continued as he saw the frown appearing on the dwarf’s face. “I fought against Lord Faramir, who had tried to kill Legolas’ horse, though I had switched horses. The horse is safe in Gondor, though my king thinks that it has been killed.”
“Why would the king want to kill Legolas’ horse? What for?” Gimli asked curiously.
“Why? I suppose to end his life before any one could stop him,” Eofor answered as he wiped away the tears that had begun to fall.
Gimli turned his head toward Elrond and asked, “When do we leave?”
“As soon as the twins return from Lothlórien we are leaving for Gondor,” Elrond answered, handing the dwarf a flask of water to relieve his thirst, before adding, “And Lord Erestor has a personal issue to close with Glorfindel.”
“What is wrong with Glorfindel?” Gimli asked, feeling a little relieved, for if he had let temptation take over, it could end his friendship with Legolas, as well as the love that he had for him.
~*~
At the same time in Gondor…
Glorfindel entered the dungeons with a whip in his hands.
As he entered the cell that Legolas was in, he saw that the other elf lying on the cold, hard floor and smirked.
Legolas was lying on his back, and Glorfindel could see his marks on Legolas’ body and face, and the elf’s hair was covered with dried blood. His eyes were closed.
Glorfindel walked to Legolas’ side and began to kick him in the ribs, smiling when he heard bone breaking and piercing the skin, the blood dripping onto the floor. Then he knelt beside the fragile elf and wrapped his fingers around Legolas’ throat, choking him. But he stopped as a sudden thought came to his mind. The thought of what Aragorn would do to his ex-friend.
“Wake up, you filthy pet,” Glorfindel hissed at him, whipping Legolas on his stomach, showing no mercy.
Yet Legolas’ eyes remained closed, as if he were already dead.
“Open your eyes, you filthy elf,” Glorfindel shouted, slapping Legolas again and again.
Legolas’ eyes snapped opened, and he found himself staring defenselessly at Glorfindel with a worried look in his eyes.
Glorfindel moved his right hand to the chains that were wrapped around the elf’s bloodied cock and pulled. The fingers from his other hand he pushed into Legolas’ abused opening.
The pain was unbearable, and Legolas cried out helplessly, though he knew that no one would come to his aid.
Legolas could feel himself being rolled over, and as he lay on his stomach he could feel the fresh pain from the whip and tried to bear it for as long as he could.
Then, the next thing that he felt was like a stab in his heart, like it was before.
He could feel and smell the blood that left his body.
He continued to pray to the Valar to end his life, to finish it, as he could not longer take it anymore.
“The Valar won’t help you, for they have forsaken you and left you for us, filthy pet,” Glorfindel snapped at him, and then he hit him brutality.
‘Eofor, where is Eofor?’ The question arose in Legolas’ mind.
Legolas somehow missed the boy as much as he missed Gimli and the twins.
‘Gimli, how I wish that you were here, or have you abandoned me as well, as the Valar did…’
Legolas let the despair fill his mind, and he lost what little optimism he had. Darkness soon engulfed him.
End of Chapter 15.