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Chapter 16 - Evil Plans, Poor Queen, and What Between
Title: Prisoner of Gondor 16
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rate: PG-13
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.
Chapter 16: Evil Plans, Poor Queen, and What Between
Gondor…
In the king’s room…
Queen Arwen felt lonely and rejected by her husband.
She could feel that there was something wrong but she did not know what it was.
It had been three months since the rape, yet in her eyes it seemed that her beloved husband no longer wanted to touch her, and was distant from her, as if he were ashamed what had happened to her.
Another thing she noticed was that she no longer saw Faramir or Legolas around.
She rose from her bed in which she had been spending most of her time in and left the room. She needed to walk outside, to breathe the fresh air, to make her feel alive.
“My lady?” Damrod called to her as he bowed, knowing that he should let his lord know that his wife had risen from her bed.
Damrod glanced at Arwen and examined her face. He saw how much she had changed; she seemed paler than before, and there was something in her eyes. There was no joy in them; did they appear to be empty? He did not know.
“Where is Elessar? Where is my husband?” she asked worriedly, as she did not see him.
“Let me find him, my Queen, while you continue to get the rest that you need,” Damrod suggested cunningly, staring at her.
“No!” Arwen said with determination and added as she noticed what appeared to be a frown on the man’s face, “I am coming with you, and besides I need to stretch my legs as they feel a little numb.”
“As you wish my lady,” Damrod said in despair, but he tried to smile, not wanting her to suspect anything of what her husband and Glorfindel were doing in the cold and dark dungeons.
Damrod led her to the stables, and then to the garden, but the king was still missing.
He tried to pass the time, wishing that his beloved king would show himself soon before his lady tried to do something.
“My lady?” Damrod called softly as he could to her.
When he got her attention he asked, “Should I let him know that you are in the garden if I find him, my lady?”
Arwen stared at the guard and nodded gently before walking alone to one of the garden benches and sitting down.
She was worried for both her husband and Legolas, as she did not seen both of them for a long time.
‘Legolas, where have gone? I am sorry for doubting you…’ she thought regretfully.
But she knew the doubts had come after tasting the pain of Glorfindel raping her. So much so that he was like a stranger in her eyes, that there was nothing about him that she could not recognize.
“Elessar…” she called softly, her eyes unfocused.
“Where are you my beloved husband?” she called again, and blinked, not knowing if her husband was there with her or not.
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While the queen was in the garden, Damrod hurried toward the dungeons searching for his king.
When he opened the door, he only noticed the golden elf.
“Lord Glorfindel,” he said and bowed at once, and then he continued, “Have you seen my king?”
Glorfindel shook his head ‘no’ and was about to continue with his torture of Legolas.
“Why?” Glorfindel asked, his eyes on Legolas as he grasped the elf’s limp form.
“The queen is searching for him, my lord,” Damrod explained.
Glorfindel turned to face him at once and asked carefully, “Is she awake? What is she doing outside her room?”
“I do not know my lord,” Damrod answered and stared at the elf, searching for any reaction, but there was none.
“Have you searched in the cellar…?” Glorfindel asked, as he returned his attention to his pet, his nails digging into Legolas and leaving further marks.
“Umm… no my lord,” Damrod answered, and was about to leave, but stopped as the elf spoke to him.
“Make sure your king does not let her leave her room, not until justice has been done,” Glorfindel said to him, his gaze still on the bruised and battered body of his pet.
“I will do that my lord,” Damrod assured him and left the dungeons.
Then he walked through the palace, looking for the cellar. Once there, he opened the door and went down the stairs.
He was soon surrounded by darkness, for he had forgotten to take a torch, and he wrinkled his nose at the smell, for it was awful.
“King Elessar, are you there?” Damrod asked fearfully, his voice trembling.
When there was no reply, Damrod continued carefully down the stairs, hoping to see his king.
“My king? Are you there?” Damrod asked again as he tried to fight his fear.
The air was dank and heavy, and Damrod soon began to cough.
He held his hands out, trying to touch something solid, as he felt that he was going to pass out. He could no longer get any air, and he did faint, but not before vaguely hear someone’s steps; they sounded heavy to him.
“Damrod, what are you doing here?” the king asked, but Damrod could not answer.
Elessar knelt beside his guard and reached out with his hand to touch Damrod’s neck. He found a pulse but it was weak.
Elessar lifted Damrod and carried him from the cellar, bringing him out into the air, laying him down on the floor.
Damrod soon woke and coughed a few times as he breathed in the fresh air.
“Are you alright?” Elessar asked, a worried look in his eyes.
Damrod nodded and started to sit.
“What were you doing down there?” Elessar asked softly.
“I… I was looking for you, my king,” Damrod answered weakly.
“In there?” Elessar asked.
“Lord Glorfindel advised me to look there… where were you?” Damrod asked.
“I was in the tower, thinking of Faramir…” the king answered.
“My king, your wife is searching for you… I told her to wait in the garden while I tried to find you,” Damrod said.
“You did well… now go and rest. You will need it for tomorrow as your reward will be the elf in the dungeons,” Elessar said softly as his hand reached out to caress Damrod’s face.
Elessar placed a gentle kiss on his guard’s cheek before moving away from him. “Go.”
“Thank you, my king.” Damrod was on his feet, and he bowed to his king with smile on his face before leaving.
Elessar nodded and smiled in return, and then he too was too on his feet, walking from the palace to the garden, searching his wife.
He found her staring at the trees, seemingly amazed by their green leaves, while the birds were chirping happily. He did not hear her mumbling, “I wish you were here to see the sight Legolas… where are you my friend?”
“Arwen,” he called softly.
Arwen heard the soft voice calling to her and she turned her head toward it. A smile appeared on her face. It was her first real smile since her rape, and she stared at her husband.
“Elessar… I have missed you…” Arwen said softly as she rose from the bench to walk to her beloved husband.
Elessar did not move.
“What are doing here?” Elessar asked roughly.
Arwen stopped, her eyes never leaving left her husband. She frowned, not knowing why Elessar was acting the way he was.
“Elessar?” she called softly.
“I do not want you here, outside of the palace. You need to stay in your room, for you are still not strong enough,” Elessar ordered, his voice now slightly harsh.
“I do not want to be alone. I needed air, and I needed you as well, the man that I married,” Arwen answered, her voice still soft.
“Go. Now!” Elessar ordered.
She heard him and sighed, then walked back to the palace with defeat in her eyes.
The king walked after her, wanting to make sure that she stayed in her room, and wondering where Éowyn was. He hoped that she had stopped crying for her husband.
End of Chapter 16.
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Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rate: PG-13
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.
Chapter 16: Evil Plans, Poor Queen, and What Between
Gondor…
In the king’s room…
Queen Arwen felt lonely and rejected by her husband.
She could feel that there was something wrong but she did not know what it was.
It had been three months since the rape, yet in her eyes it seemed that her beloved husband no longer wanted to touch her, and was distant from her, as if he were ashamed what had happened to her.
Another thing she noticed was that she no longer saw Faramir or Legolas around.
She rose from her bed in which she had been spending most of her time in and left the room. She needed to walk outside, to breathe the fresh air, to make her feel alive.
“My lady?” Damrod called to her as he bowed, knowing that he should let his lord know that his wife had risen from her bed.
Damrod glanced at Arwen and examined her face. He saw how much she had changed; she seemed paler than before, and there was something in her eyes. There was no joy in them; did they appear to be empty? He did not know.
“Where is Elessar? Where is my husband?” she asked worriedly, as she did not see him.
“Let me find him, my Queen, while you continue to get the rest that you need,” Damrod suggested cunningly, staring at her.
“No!” Arwen said with determination and added as she noticed what appeared to be a frown on the man’s face, “I am coming with you, and besides I need to stretch my legs as they feel a little numb.”
“As you wish my lady,” Damrod said in despair, but he tried to smile, not wanting her to suspect anything of what her husband and Glorfindel were doing in the cold and dark dungeons.
Damrod led her to the stables, and then to the garden, but the king was still missing.
He tried to pass the time, wishing that his beloved king would show himself soon before his lady tried to do something.
“My lady?” Damrod called softly as he could to her.
When he got her attention he asked, “Should I let him know that you are in the garden if I find him, my lady?”
Arwen stared at the guard and nodded gently before walking alone to one of the garden benches and sitting down.
She was worried for both her husband and Legolas, as she did not seen both of them for a long time.
‘Legolas, where have gone? I am sorry for doubting you…’ she thought regretfully.
But she knew the doubts had come after tasting the pain of Glorfindel raping her. So much so that he was like a stranger in her eyes, that there was nothing about him that she could not recognize.
“Elessar…” she called softly, her eyes unfocused.
“Where are you my beloved husband?” she called again, and blinked, not knowing if her husband was there with her or not.
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While the queen was in the garden, Damrod hurried toward the dungeons searching for his king.
When he opened the door, he only noticed the golden elf.
“Lord Glorfindel,” he said and bowed at once, and then he continued, “Have you seen my king?”
Glorfindel shook his head ‘no’ and was about to continue with his torture of Legolas.
“Why?” Glorfindel asked, his eyes on Legolas as he grasped the elf’s limp form.
“The queen is searching for him, my lord,” Damrod explained.
Glorfindel turned to face him at once and asked carefully, “Is she awake? What is she doing outside her room?”
“I do not know my lord,” Damrod answered and stared at the elf, searching for any reaction, but there was none.
“Have you searched in the cellar…?” Glorfindel asked, as he returned his attention to his pet, his nails digging into Legolas and leaving further marks.
“Umm… no my lord,” Damrod answered, and was about to leave, but stopped as the elf spoke to him.
“Make sure your king does not let her leave her room, not until justice has been done,” Glorfindel said to him, his gaze still on the bruised and battered body of his pet.
“I will do that my lord,” Damrod assured him and left the dungeons.
Then he walked through the palace, looking for the cellar. Once there, he opened the door and went down the stairs.
He was soon surrounded by darkness, for he had forgotten to take a torch, and he wrinkled his nose at the smell, for it was awful.
“King Elessar, are you there?” Damrod asked fearfully, his voice trembling.
When there was no reply, Damrod continued carefully down the stairs, hoping to see his king.
“My king? Are you there?” Damrod asked again as he tried to fight his fear.
The air was dank and heavy, and Damrod soon began to cough.
He held his hands out, trying to touch something solid, as he felt that he was going to pass out. He could no longer get any air, and he did faint, but not before vaguely hear someone’s steps; they sounded heavy to him.
“Damrod, what are you doing here?” the king asked, but Damrod could not answer.
Elessar knelt beside his guard and reached out with his hand to touch Damrod’s neck. He found a pulse but it was weak.
Elessar lifted Damrod and carried him from the cellar, bringing him out into the air, laying him down on the floor.
Damrod soon woke and coughed a few times as he breathed in the fresh air.
“Are you alright?” Elessar asked, a worried look in his eyes.
Damrod nodded and started to sit.
“What were you doing down there?” Elessar asked softly.
“I… I was looking for you, my king,” Damrod answered weakly.
“In there?” Elessar asked.
“Lord Glorfindel advised me to look there… where were you?” Damrod asked.
“I was in the tower, thinking of Faramir…” the king answered.
“My king, your wife is searching for you… I told her to wait in the garden while I tried to find you,” Damrod said.
“You did well… now go and rest. You will need it for tomorrow as your reward will be the elf in the dungeons,” Elessar said softly as his hand reached out to caress Damrod’s face.
Elessar placed a gentle kiss on his guard’s cheek before moving away from him. “Go.”
“Thank you, my king.” Damrod was on his feet, and he bowed to his king with smile on his face before leaving.
Elessar nodded and smiled in return, and then he too was too on his feet, walking from the palace to the garden, searching his wife.
He found her staring at the trees, seemingly amazed by their green leaves, while the birds were chirping happily. He did not hear her mumbling, “I wish you were here to see the sight Legolas… where are you my friend?”
“Arwen,” he called softly.
Arwen heard the soft voice calling to her and she turned her head toward it. A smile appeared on her face. It was her first real smile since her rape, and she stared at her husband.
“Elessar… I have missed you…” Arwen said softly as she rose from the bench to walk to her beloved husband.
Elessar did not move.
“What are doing here?” Elessar asked roughly.
Arwen stopped, her eyes never leaving left her husband. She frowned, not knowing why Elessar was acting the way he was.
“Elessar?” she called softly.
“I do not want you here, outside of the palace. You need to stay in your room, for you are still not strong enough,” Elessar ordered, his voice now slightly harsh.
“I do not want to be alone. I needed air, and I needed you as well, the man that I married,” Arwen answered, her voice still soft.
“Go. Now!” Elessar ordered.
She heard him and sighed, then walked back to the palace with defeat in her eyes.
The king walked after her, wanting to make sure that she stayed in her room, and wondering where Éowyn was. He hoped that she had stopped crying for her husband.
End of Chapter 16.
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