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The Truth Hurts
Title: Prisoner of Gondor 17
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rate: Rough 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. MPREG. 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 17: The Truth Hurts
King Elessar led the guard to the dungeon where Lord Glorfindel played with his pet.
“This is your reward, do what ever you want,” Elessar said to the guard, and then he left the dungeon and walked back to the palace.
Lord Glorfindel noticed the large grin on the guard’s face and smiled, and then he softly said to him, “Undress yourself and take him in every way that will please you.”
“Thank you,” Damrod said and started to undress. Then he scanned the naked elf, and decided what would come first in his torture of the limp elf.
The grin that was on Lord Glorfindel’s face faltered, and he soon found himself groaning in pain, as he could feel like there was something in his stomach. He lowered his head and stared at his rounded and growing belly with fear.
‘What is happening to me?’ Glorfindel thought, growing slightly curious.
“Enjoy yourself, you deserve it,” Glorfindel said to the naked guard, who had started to beat the elf non-stop.
Damrod smiled at him before collecting the whip from the floor, not even noticing when Lord Glorfindel left the room; he took the whip and whipped the elf.
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
He noticed the blood and smirked at the elf, and then he knelt beside Legolas. He soaked his fingers in the blood, and then he forced the naked and bruised elf to suck the blood from his fingers.
And as Legolas sucked all the blood he still kept praying for the Valar to save his soul, or at least end his life, as he could not take anymore, for he felt so humiliated and betrayed.
“Can you speak, elf?” Damrod asked, and slapped Legolas on his back, eager to hear him at least say something so he could act and prepare himself for the next move.
“You had better scream for me elf, or you will have no idea what I will do to you,” Damrod warned him as he rose to his feet. He began beating Legolas again, waiting for the elf to scream.
“Louder Pet, I cannot hear you, scream…” Damrod teased him, a malicious smile appearing on his face.
“Please…” Legolas begged, whispering, wanting the man to end his life.
“I did not even start to rape you Pet…” Damrod said, and sat upon Legolas’ torn butt, knowing that this might bring the elf to the edge. He pushed his finger inside the elf’s entrance, and a sound did come from the elf, though it was not a scream. But at least it was something.
“Now, you better scream loud, or I will put all my fingers inside of you, and I am not merciful or compassionate, so you had better scream for me, Pet!”
Damrod’s fingers dug inside Legolas, making him scream.
“Good, now can you scream loudly as I tie the chain around your neck, and wrap the whip around your cock?” Damrod teased him. He did not wait for the elf to respond, but began to do exactly what he had said.
Prince Legolas gave him only a whisper, feeling his voice fading.
Damrod tightened the chain, and by that he could hear Legolas whimpering and whispering. He tightened it even further.
“Scream for me…” Damrod tantalized him as he beat and slapped him, adding more bruises to the already abused body of the elf.
“I want to hear you scream for me, pet…” Damrod slapped him harder and did not stop when he finally heard the scream.
Legolas screamed, could not stop screaming, though he continued in his prayers to the Valar to let him die, to save him from all the torture.
~*~
Meanwhile in King Elessar’s room…
Lord Glorfindel knocked on the door of the king; he felt the need to know what was happening to him.
‘Come in,’ he heard. He opened the door, and let himself inside the room.
“Lord Glorfindel,” Elessar called in surprise when he noticed him, and then he asked, “What is it you want?”
Lord Glorfindel stared at him, and then he lowered his head over his growing belly that seemed to have grown even further. He replied, his voice hoarse, “I am… I… do not know… my stomach is growing… I… I would like you to check me.”
King Elessar stared at the lord, and then he noticed the growing belly, and wondered why he did not see it before.
He spoke, “Undress yourself and then lay on the bed, so I can examine you properly.”
Lord Glorfindel did as he was told and waited for the king and healer to check him out.
King Elessar came closer to the bed and gently pushed Glorfindel’s legs apart. Leaning forward, he took a long hard look and sighed.
After few minutes where the king was humming while he examined him, he moved away and stared at the lord, he said with total conviction in his voice, “It is obvious, I should have seen it…”
“What?” Glorfindel asked, wanting the king to get to the point.
“You are pregnant, mellon-nin,” Elessar replied softly, a gentle smile on his face.
“What? What should I do?” Glorfindel asked, panic in his voice.
“Nothing, just stay calm…” Elessar suggested but was interrupted.
“NOTHING? NOTHING?” Glorfindel shouted at him and added a little more calmly, “I have something in my stomach, moving, and I do nothing?”
King Elessar simply nodded at him, and said no more.
~*~
Back in the dungeon
Legolas screamed out of loud as the pain and the beating took him to the edge.
The man had been raping him and was adding more brutal ways in order to hear the elf screams.
Damrod smiled, the chain leaving blue and black marks on Legolas’ swollen neck as he thrust him harder and deeper inside, showing no mercy.
“Come on, you can do better than this scream, elf… I want all of Gondor hear you scream, pet, and your eyes, I want to see your blue eyes as you scream at me,” Damrod warned him, as he squeezed the tails of the whip, making Legolas whimper in pain, as he could not even felt his own cock.
There was no option for Legolas; he screamed till his voice faded and blood dripped from his mouth.
Damrod smiled and laughed at the naked, bruised elf that was whimpering in pain.
He could thank the king for the reward that he received, a gift he enjoyed tormenting and torturing.
The pleasure of making this elf scream in pain and seeing the blood that leaked from the cuts filled him with ecstasy.
~*~
At Gondor’s borders…
The expedition from Imladris approached Gondor as they came to search for Legolas, the lost lord of Ithilien.
The guards of King Elessar noticed the unexpected visitors. They hurried to the palace to look for the king after noticing the high lord of Imladris amongst the group.
The guards knocked sharply on the king’s door, and then they entered with no further warning, and announced to the king, “Your Majesty, a group from Imladris have come, and amongst them is the stable boy.”
“WHAT?” King Elessar stormed out of the room full of anger.
‘This is not happening,’ King Elessar wondered a little fearfully.
King Elessar, followed by his guards, headed outside his palace. They made their way to the group from Imladris, who had stopped in the courtyard.
King Elessar seized the moment as he smiled inwardly; he had noticed the swords pointed at his adopted father and the twins.
“Estel? Is this the way you welcome your visitors here?” Elrond asked curiously, staring at the man that was watching him.
“Estel is long dead; from now on, you will call me King Elessar, do you understand?” Elessar asked him in a harsh voice.
Elrond could sense the change in the man that he had raised, not just in the voice, but when he stared into the man’s eyes; there seemed to be a darkness within them.
“We all have our ways to protect ourselves,” the king replied with a firm voice.
As the change in the man’s voice was now confirmed to the lord, Elrond suddenly had an odd feeling about Legolas.
“Well then…” Elrond began, before Erestor cut in and asked, “Where is Glorfindel?”
The king led them into his palace while his guards kept their swords pointed towards them. Once they had reached the inside, he turned to stare at them, and when he noticed Gimli there he wondered, ‘What is he doing in here?’
Elrond put his hand on the advisor’s shoulder and whispered, “Wait for him to come, and mellon-nin, seek the right time and let us hope that Legolas is still alive.”
Erestor nodded at him though he said nothing.
“Where is Prince Legolas?” Elrond asked the king.
King Elessar stared at the elves, the stable boy and Gimli and answered with a smug look on his face.
“He is in the dungeon,” Elessar replied. Noticing the frowns the twins gave him, he added, “He raped my wife, he raped Arwen.”
“Where is she?” Elrond asked as he felt the need to know her side of the story. Maybe she could even confirm Legolas’ whereabouts.
Elessar noticed the guard that was waiting and called to him, and ordered him to find Damrod and bring him to his room.
The guard left and returned a few minutes later with Damrod.
“Your Majesty, did you summon me?” Damrod asked, a smile on his face.
“Queen Arwen is in her room; tell her that her family have arrived from Imladris and she should come,” King Elessar ordered him.
“I will do so,” Damrod said, and bowed before he left the room.
They waited as patiently as they could, and then the Queen finally arrived.
“Adar!!” Queen Arwen ran over to her Adar as soon as she saw him and hugged him.
Arwen missed feeling comforted and loved.
Elrond took her into a warm and tight embrace as he missed her so.
“’Dan, ‘Ro…” she tried to smile at them, but it was a feeble attempt.
“Arwen…” Elladan called to his little sister, hoping she could reveal exactly what happened.
“Where is your smile, sell-nin?” Elrond asked her gently.
Elrond could see his daughter lowering her head, and then he could hear her crying. He came closer over her, moved his hand to her head and raised it.
“Tell me,” Elrond simply said, staring at her, waiting for her to say the words.
“I… I have been raped Adar…” Arwen started to answer only to be cut by her husband.
“And the one who did this had been caught,” Elessar said, a look of triumph on his face.
“Then can you tell us who did this?” Elrond asked the king, staring hard and deeply into the man’s eyes.
Elessar, still smiling, replied, “Of course. It was Legolas, the one you are looking for.”
“LEGOLAS? How could that be?” the twins asked, their questioning faces turned toward their Adar.
“Lady Éowyn heard it all and so did I,” King Elessar remarked, fire in his eyes.
Elrond stared at his daughter and asked, “Arwen?” hoping she would give more details.
Queen Arwen, with tears in her eyes, gazed at her husband with a mix of worry and shame on her face.
“It was not… it was not Legolas who did it,” Arwen said with pain in her voice. Her voice was like a whisper as she lowered her head once more.
“Then, who it was?” Elrond asked her softly, placing his hand on her black hair and stroking it softly.
“It was… it was…” Arwen started to answer, though her voice shattered like broken glass. She took a few deep breaths, and then she continued, “It was… it was Lord Glorfindel who did it.”
“Nay, it was not!” Elessar snapped at her.
It seemed that the king did not even believe his Queen’s words.
Arwen stared at him still with tears in her eyes, and asked him, “How could you know? He raped ME!”
“Nay, you are wrong! Lady Éowyn and I heard you begging Legolas to stop raping you,” Elessar replied in a harsh voice.
“He forced me to say ‘Legolas’. How could you believe him and not your wife? Do you not believe me?” Arwen asked him as the twins supported her, giving her their shoulders to lean on.
“I just did,” was Elessar’s only answer, accompanied with a small smile on his face.
At that point Gimli could not stop himself. After remaining quiet since their arrival, he decided to act as he snapped at his ex-friend, “You put the wrong elf in the dungeon; show us now where he is, show us the way!”
“How dare you order me?” Elessar could feel the anger quickly building within him, could feel his face flush.
“How dare I? How dare I?” Gimli asked in anger and he continued to snap at the king, “How dare you? You did not even believe your own wife and you put the wrong elf in the dungeon. How dare you?”
Arwen stared at her husband and started to accuse him, “You did not even stay next to me after I was raped, and after that you told me that Glorfindel was in the dungeon.”
Elessar gave her a smirk. “You did not ask the right question, my love.”
“I HATE YOU!” Arwen shouted to him, standing face to face with her husband.
“I demand to see him!” Gimli said, hoping that the elf was all right.
“Damrod!” Elessar called.
The guard approached, and the king said in a defeated voice, “Show them our pet!”
“Pet?” Gimli almost yelled, though he raised his axe toward the king.
Then Gimli could feel a hand squeeze his shoulder and he looked up to see Elrond.
Elrond softly asked him, “Not now Gimli. First we need to find out Legolas’ condition, than we will do what is needed to be done, even if it pains us.”
Gimli lowered his axe, and then he followed with the others as they walked behind Damrod to the dungeon.
Dread clutched everyone before they entered the dungeon, not knowing if Prince Legolas and the lord of Ithilien was alive or dead.
When the door of the dungeon was finally opened the sight that greeted them broke their hearts. They could see the whip tight around Legolas’ neck with blood on it, though this was not the only thing that they noticed.
The sight of Legolas’ naked body, covered with bruises, and scars, both old and new, horrified them. They could see the fresh blood dripping from him, and the tail end of a chain, the rest of which was hidden under the elf’s body.
All except Elrond seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, stunned by the sight. Elrond hurried toward Legolas and slowly removed the whip from the elf’s neck, before gently rolling the elf onto his side, noticing more damage as he did so.
He saw that Legolas’ lips were blue and hoped that the elf was still alive. Leaning down, he placed his ear at the elf’s mouth, hoping to hear him breathe.
“How is he?” Gimli asked anxiously, fearing for his friend.
“Is he alive?” the twins asked, their stares directed at their Adar.
End of Chapter 17.
Sell-nin - My daughter
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Manon
Rate: Rough 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. MPREG. 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 17: The Truth Hurts
King Elessar led the guard to the dungeon where Lord Glorfindel played with his pet.
“This is your reward, do what ever you want,” Elessar said to the guard, and then he left the dungeon and walked back to the palace.
Lord Glorfindel noticed the large grin on the guard’s face and smiled, and then he softly said to him, “Undress yourself and take him in every way that will please you.”
“Thank you,” Damrod said and started to undress. Then he scanned the naked elf, and decided what would come first in his torture of the limp elf.
The grin that was on Lord Glorfindel’s face faltered, and he soon found himself groaning in pain, as he could feel like there was something in his stomach. He lowered his head and stared at his rounded and growing belly with fear.
‘What is happening to me?’ Glorfindel thought, growing slightly curious.
“Enjoy yourself, you deserve it,” Glorfindel said to the naked guard, who had started to beat the elf non-stop.
Damrod smiled at him before collecting the whip from the floor, not even noticing when Lord Glorfindel left the room; he took the whip and whipped the elf.
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
He noticed the blood and smirked at the elf, and then he knelt beside Legolas. He soaked his fingers in the blood, and then he forced the naked and bruised elf to suck the blood from his fingers.
And as Legolas sucked all the blood he still kept praying for the Valar to save his soul, or at least end his life, as he could not take anymore, for he felt so humiliated and betrayed.
“Can you speak, elf?” Damrod asked, and slapped Legolas on his back, eager to hear him at least say something so he could act and prepare himself for the next move.
“You had better scream for me elf, or you will have no idea what I will do to you,” Damrod warned him as he rose to his feet. He began beating Legolas again, waiting for the elf to scream.
“Louder Pet, I cannot hear you, scream…” Damrod teased him, a malicious smile appearing on his face.
“Please…” Legolas begged, whispering, wanting the man to end his life.
“I did not even start to rape you Pet…” Damrod said, and sat upon Legolas’ torn butt, knowing that this might bring the elf to the edge. He pushed his finger inside the elf’s entrance, and a sound did come from the elf, though it was not a scream. But at least it was something.
“Now, you better scream loud, or I will put all my fingers inside of you, and I am not merciful or compassionate, so you had better scream for me, Pet!”
Damrod’s fingers dug inside Legolas, making him scream.
“Good, now can you scream loudly as I tie the chain around your neck, and wrap the whip around your cock?” Damrod teased him. He did not wait for the elf to respond, but began to do exactly what he had said.
Prince Legolas gave him only a whisper, feeling his voice fading.
Damrod tightened the chain, and by that he could hear Legolas whimpering and whispering. He tightened it even further.
“Scream for me…” Damrod tantalized him as he beat and slapped him, adding more bruises to the already abused body of the elf.
“I want to hear you scream for me, pet…” Damrod slapped him harder and did not stop when he finally heard the scream.
Legolas screamed, could not stop screaming, though he continued in his prayers to the Valar to let him die, to save him from all the torture.
~*~
Meanwhile in King Elessar’s room…
Lord Glorfindel knocked on the door of the king; he felt the need to know what was happening to him.
‘Come in,’ he heard. He opened the door, and let himself inside the room.
“Lord Glorfindel,” Elessar called in surprise when he noticed him, and then he asked, “What is it you want?”
Lord Glorfindel stared at him, and then he lowered his head over his growing belly that seemed to have grown even further. He replied, his voice hoarse, “I am… I… do not know… my stomach is growing… I… I would like you to check me.”
King Elessar stared at the lord, and then he noticed the growing belly, and wondered why he did not see it before.
He spoke, “Undress yourself and then lay on the bed, so I can examine you properly.”
Lord Glorfindel did as he was told and waited for the king and healer to check him out.
King Elessar came closer to the bed and gently pushed Glorfindel’s legs apart. Leaning forward, he took a long hard look and sighed.
After few minutes where the king was humming while he examined him, he moved away and stared at the lord, he said with total conviction in his voice, “It is obvious, I should have seen it…”
“What?” Glorfindel asked, wanting the king to get to the point.
“You are pregnant, mellon-nin,” Elessar replied softly, a gentle smile on his face.
“What? What should I do?” Glorfindel asked, panic in his voice.
“Nothing, just stay calm…” Elessar suggested but was interrupted.
“NOTHING? NOTHING?” Glorfindel shouted at him and added a little more calmly, “I have something in my stomach, moving, and I do nothing?”
King Elessar simply nodded at him, and said no more.
~*~
Back in the dungeon
Legolas screamed out of loud as the pain and the beating took him to the edge.
The man had been raping him and was adding more brutal ways in order to hear the elf screams.
Damrod smiled, the chain leaving blue and black marks on Legolas’ swollen neck as he thrust him harder and deeper inside, showing no mercy.
“Come on, you can do better than this scream, elf… I want all of Gondor hear you scream, pet, and your eyes, I want to see your blue eyes as you scream at me,” Damrod warned him, as he squeezed the tails of the whip, making Legolas whimper in pain, as he could not even felt his own cock.
There was no option for Legolas; he screamed till his voice faded and blood dripped from his mouth.
Damrod smiled and laughed at the naked, bruised elf that was whimpering in pain.
He could thank the king for the reward that he received, a gift he enjoyed tormenting and torturing.
The pleasure of making this elf scream in pain and seeing the blood that leaked from the cuts filled him with ecstasy.
~*~
At Gondor’s borders…
The expedition from Imladris approached Gondor as they came to search for Legolas, the lost lord of Ithilien.
The guards of King Elessar noticed the unexpected visitors. They hurried to the palace to look for the king after noticing the high lord of Imladris amongst the group.
The guards knocked sharply on the king’s door, and then they entered with no further warning, and announced to the king, “Your Majesty, a group from Imladris have come, and amongst them is the stable boy.”
“WHAT?” King Elessar stormed out of the room full of anger.
‘This is not happening,’ King Elessar wondered a little fearfully.
King Elessar, followed by his guards, headed outside his palace. They made their way to the group from Imladris, who had stopped in the courtyard.
King Elessar seized the moment as he smiled inwardly; he had noticed the swords pointed at his adopted father and the twins.
“Estel? Is this the way you welcome your visitors here?” Elrond asked curiously, staring at the man that was watching him.
“Estel is long dead; from now on, you will call me King Elessar, do you understand?” Elessar asked him in a harsh voice.
Elrond could sense the change in the man that he had raised, not just in the voice, but when he stared into the man’s eyes; there seemed to be a darkness within them.
“We all have our ways to protect ourselves,” the king replied with a firm voice.
As the change in the man’s voice was now confirmed to the lord, Elrond suddenly had an odd feeling about Legolas.
“Well then…” Elrond began, before Erestor cut in and asked, “Where is Glorfindel?”
The king led them into his palace while his guards kept their swords pointed towards them. Once they had reached the inside, he turned to stare at them, and when he noticed Gimli there he wondered, ‘What is he doing in here?’
Elrond put his hand on the advisor’s shoulder and whispered, “Wait for him to come, and mellon-nin, seek the right time and let us hope that Legolas is still alive.”
Erestor nodded at him though he said nothing.
“Where is Prince Legolas?” Elrond asked the king.
King Elessar stared at the elves, the stable boy and Gimli and answered with a smug look on his face.
“He is in the dungeon,” Elessar replied. Noticing the frowns the twins gave him, he added, “He raped my wife, he raped Arwen.”
“Where is she?” Elrond asked as he felt the need to know her side of the story. Maybe she could even confirm Legolas’ whereabouts.
Elessar noticed the guard that was waiting and called to him, and ordered him to find Damrod and bring him to his room.
The guard left and returned a few minutes later with Damrod.
“Your Majesty, did you summon me?” Damrod asked, a smile on his face.
“Queen Arwen is in her room; tell her that her family have arrived from Imladris and she should come,” King Elessar ordered him.
“I will do so,” Damrod said, and bowed before he left the room.
They waited as patiently as they could, and then the Queen finally arrived.
“Adar!!” Queen Arwen ran over to her Adar as soon as she saw him and hugged him.
Arwen missed feeling comforted and loved.
Elrond took her into a warm and tight embrace as he missed her so.
“’Dan, ‘Ro…” she tried to smile at them, but it was a feeble attempt.
“Arwen…” Elladan called to his little sister, hoping she could reveal exactly what happened.
“Where is your smile, sell-nin?” Elrond asked her gently.
Elrond could see his daughter lowering her head, and then he could hear her crying. He came closer over her, moved his hand to her head and raised it.
“Tell me,” Elrond simply said, staring at her, waiting for her to say the words.
“I… I have been raped Adar…” Arwen started to answer only to be cut by her husband.
“And the one who did this had been caught,” Elessar said, a look of triumph on his face.
“Then can you tell us who did this?” Elrond asked the king, staring hard and deeply into the man’s eyes.
Elessar, still smiling, replied, “Of course. It was Legolas, the one you are looking for.”
“LEGOLAS? How could that be?” the twins asked, their questioning faces turned toward their Adar.
“Lady Éowyn heard it all and so did I,” King Elessar remarked, fire in his eyes.
Elrond stared at his daughter and asked, “Arwen?” hoping she would give more details.
Queen Arwen, with tears in her eyes, gazed at her husband with a mix of worry and shame on her face.
“It was not… it was not Legolas who did it,” Arwen said with pain in her voice. Her voice was like a whisper as she lowered her head once more.
“Then, who it was?” Elrond asked her softly, placing his hand on her black hair and stroking it softly.
“It was… it was…” Arwen started to answer, though her voice shattered like broken glass. She took a few deep breaths, and then she continued, “It was… it was Lord Glorfindel who did it.”
“Nay, it was not!” Elessar snapped at her.
It seemed that the king did not even believe his Queen’s words.
Arwen stared at him still with tears in her eyes, and asked him, “How could you know? He raped ME!”
“Nay, you are wrong! Lady Éowyn and I heard you begging Legolas to stop raping you,” Elessar replied in a harsh voice.
“He forced me to say ‘Legolas’. How could you believe him and not your wife? Do you not believe me?” Arwen asked him as the twins supported her, giving her their shoulders to lean on.
“I just did,” was Elessar’s only answer, accompanied with a small smile on his face.
At that point Gimli could not stop himself. After remaining quiet since their arrival, he decided to act as he snapped at his ex-friend, “You put the wrong elf in the dungeon; show us now where he is, show us the way!”
“How dare you order me?” Elessar could feel the anger quickly building within him, could feel his face flush.
“How dare I? How dare I?” Gimli asked in anger and he continued to snap at the king, “How dare you? You did not even believe your own wife and you put the wrong elf in the dungeon. How dare you?”
Arwen stared at her husband and started to accuse him, “You did not even stay next to me after I was raped, and after that you told me that Glorfindel was in the dungeon.”
Elessar gave her a smirk. “You did not ask the right question, my love.”
“I HATE YOU!” Arwen shouted to him, standing face to face with her husband.
“I demand to see him!” Gimli said, hoping that the elf was all right.
“Damrod!” Elessar called.
The guard approached, and the king said in a defeated voice, “Show them our pet!”
“Pet?” Gimli almost yelled, though he raised his axe toward the king.
Then Gimli could feel a hand squeeze his shoulder and he looked up to see Elrond.
Elrond softly asked him, “Not now Gimli. First we need to find out Legolas’ condition, than we will do what is needed to be done, even if it pains us.”
Gimli lowered his axe, and then he followed with the others as they walked behind Damrod to the dungeon.
Dread clutched everyone before they entered the dungeon, not knowing if Prince Legolas and the lord of Ithilien was alive or dead.
When the door of the dungeon was finally opened the sight that greeted them broke their hearts. They could see the whip tight around Legolas’ neck with blood on it, though this was not the only thing that they noticed.
The sight of Legolas’ naked body, covered with bruises, and scars, both old and new, horrified them. They could see the fresh blood dripping from him, and the tail end of a chain, the rest of which was hidden under the elf’s body.
All except Elrond seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, stunned by the sight. Elrond hurried toward Legolas and slowly removed the whip from the elf’s neck, before gently rolling the elf onto his side, noticing more damage as he did so.
He saw that Legolas’ lips were blue and hoped that the elf was still alive. Leaning down, he placed his ear at the elf’s mouth, hoping to hear him breathe.
“How is he?” Gimli asked anxiously, fearing for his friend.
“Is he alive?” the twins asked, their stares directed at their Adar.
End of Chapter 17.
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