Prisoner of Gondor

Title: Prisoner of Gondor 18

Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com

Beta: Manon – Hannon-le sweetie.

Rate: Softly PG-13

Pairing; Gimli/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 18: Prisoner of Gondor

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.

Elrond barely found his voice as he checked Legolas’ pulse. While he did it, his eyes scanned Legolas’ body.

He sighed and stopped for one moment, believing that it might best for the elf to die in peace, but the look that Gimli gave him gave him new hope. Legolas needed to feel love and comfort after everything that had happened to him, and maybe Gimli was the one who could give them to the elf.

Legolas’ lips were moving, and Elrond thought that Legolas might have been speaking with Namo, the lord of Mandos’ Halls, seeking a new home for his bruised body and soul.

“Arwen,” Elrond called.

She came quickly to his side, and found that she could not look away from Legolas’ bruised body. Her Adar said to her, “I need a tub filled with hot water, and a warm room where I can see to his needs.”

Arwen nodded to her Adar and she left, followed by the twins who were determined to keep her safe and escort her back to the palace.

“How is he, Lord Elrond? Will he live?” Gimli asked, repeating his question, as he feared that he would lose Legolas without revealing his feelings for him.

“Barely,” Elrond replied, his voice breaking, though he deliberately did not answer the second question.

Gimli noticed that Legolas was moving his lips, yet no sound was heard. “To whom is he speaking?” Gimli asked, his eyes fixed upon Legolas’ limp form.

“To Namo, Lord of Mandos’ Halls,” Elrond replied, and then he continued, “he is asking him to take his life.”

‘Do not do that… please… my love…’ Gimli begged as he stared at the elf. Then he turned to the elf-lord. “Why would he do that?” Gimli asked Elrond, though he did not really wish to know the answer.

Elrond could see the frown on the dwarf’s face. “Because he believes that Arod is dead, and he thinks there is no one who knows of his presence in Gondor. He also thinks that no one believes he did nothing to harm Arwen.”

“Is there anything that I can do, before I lose him to Namo?” Gimli asked, hoping that there was a way that he could see Legolas’ smile again.

Elrond noticed the hope in the dwarf’s eyes; he nodded, and said, “Aye, there is more than one way.”

“Name it my lord, and I will do anything,” Gimli said eagerly.

“I need you to help me clean his wounds before we bathe him. I do not want any infected wounds he may have to get worse,” Elrond said, and then he added, hoped that Gimli would understand if they should lose Legolas, “I will do anything in my power as a healer to save him.”

“I know.”

Elrond gave a small smile, before he began attending to wound after wound on Legolas’ abused body.

“Are we going to move him, Lord Elrond?” Gimli asked him as he caressed Legolas’ cheek softly; he was concerned about his lover, as he noticed the fresh blood that was still dripping from the elf’s body.

Gimli wanted him to live, he wanted to help him; most of all, he wanted to kill the man he had once called ‘friend’ with his bare hands.

“We will,” Elrond replied, and then remembered that the stable boy, Eofor was still in the room with them. Turning to him, he said, “Eofor, I need you to find me a wagon or something that we can use so we can move him without adding to the injuries he should not have had in the first place.”

Eofor bowed to the lord in front of him, and then headed outside the dungeon to search for something that would help save his friend, for he cared a great deal about Legolas.

It did not take long before Elrond and Gimli could hear wheels scratching the ground. The boy had positioned it so they could put Legolas right on it, and to make it easier to take the elf inside the palace. When he got there, Eofor walked inside, wondering if there was something else he could do to help.

“Gimli, take his legs,” the boy heard, and then he saw how the lord held on carefully to Legolas’ bruised shoulders, and hurried over to them. Without saying a word, he supported Legolas’ body in the middle, and guided them to where the wagon was standing.

They placed Legolas in the wagon, and then Elrond climbed in to sit next to Legolas. The elf lord placed two of his fingers on the elf’s neck, and sighed with relief when he still felt a weak pulse.

Breaking the silence, the boy suddenly said, “Arod helped me.”

Gimli walked toward the white pure animal that whinnied in distress when it saw its master lying there in the wagon. Gimli patted the horse’s nose softly in gratitude for helping.

Gimli walked beside the wagon as Eofor led the horse slowly into the palace, while Elrond watched the prince with worried eyes; his heart ached at the sight in front of him, and he tried to understand why his foster son had done this, but he could not.

“Be still, mellon-nin,” Elrond said, and hoped that they would not lose the prince, and added with feeling, “I… I will not let anyone ever hurt you again. You are like a son to me. I remember when you spent the summer at Imladris; your smile charmed everyone, including me, so all I ask of you is just a mere thing, and that is to see you smile again.”

Gimli could felt a tear sliding down his cheek; he wiped it away quickly as they came to the doors.

“Can I do something? I want to help…” Arwen asked, as she walked to where her Adar was.

Then her eyes fixed on Legolas’ naked and bruised form; she was outraged at how her husband had threatened his friend, and angry at Glorfindel, the elf who had once been like an uncle to her, yet who had raped her and forced her to scream Legolas’ name.

“Aye, send the maidens to prepare towels and soaps as I am afraid that we will need them to wash away the dirt so that I may tend to his bruises and stitch his wounds,” Elrond replied.

Arwen could felt tears running down her face as she gave one last look at her mellon before hurrying back inside to arrange as quickly as possible what her Adar needed.

“Eofor,” Elrond called, before placing his hands on Legolas’ shoulders.

“Yes, my lord?” the boy asked, hopeful that Elrond would let him help his friend.

“I need you to lead us slowly to the bathroom, and to help Gimli in any way,” Elrond replied as he knew by the boy’s look that he wanted to help, understanding that it was the least that Eofor could do, especially once they placed Legolas in the tub and began removing the dirt.

Eofor was pleased that the elf-lord was not keeping him in the dark, and that Lord Elrond had asked him for his help.

They walked to the bathroom and positioned themselves at the tub before carefully lowering the prince into the warm water. Elrond moved his hand around Legolas’ fragile body, his other hand taking the soap and beginning to clean the injuries.

The elf-lord paled when he felt the broken ribs, especially those near the lungs, knowing that the prince could have problems with breathing.

The marks became more obvious as the dirt was washed away; marks where fingers had pressed into the flesh, even the imprint of a boot. They had abused Legolas, showing him no mercy. Elrond swallowed as he gently cleaned every cut and bruise on the prince’s body. “Help me wash his legs, Gimli.” Elrond’s voice was barely a whisper. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but in all his life as a healer, he had never seen such brutality before. Turning to the boy helping them, he said, “Eofor, wash his face, but do it carefully.”

The boy nodded, as did the dwarf, but their eyes were fixed upon the prince who seemed be knocking at Namo’s door though, at the same time something else was keeping him here.

Gimli wished that Namo would leave his lover alone, but he knew that he had a job ahead of him once his lover returned to them.

“It will be all right Gimli, he is not alone anymore, for he has us,” Elrond said, sensing the dwarf’s insecurity.

Still there was one part that was not yet clean. And Elrond could not bring himself to touch it.

The untouched swollen cock still had the chain around it, and everyone had a lump in their throat. Gimli hesitated, not sure if he should touch it or at least release the chain from it so as to take care of Legolas’ bruised erection.

Elrond, though, noticed the short gazes that the dwarf gave, and found the solution.

“Gimli, I want you to untie the chain, and start cleaning his penis, but do it with a lot of care,” Elrond suggested as he continued in his work.

Gimli moved his hands slowly down the chains, and started to work on loosening it from his beloved’s bruised cock. Once he released it, he removed the chains completely from Legolas’ body and placed them on the floor. Once he had done that, he carefully put one hand under it as the other took the soap, and he started to clean it very slowly, thinking how much he loved Legolas, and it pained him to see the elf hurt like this.

Once they finished cleaning one side of Legolas’ body, they turned him over. Eofor made sure he kept the elf’s head from sinking down into the water, while the others began washing his other side.

“I want to kill him!” Gimli mumbled when he noticed the x mark upon the elf’s back. Part of it was fresh while the rest was fading, but Elrond noticed there was some infection.

“Right now, Gimli, you are not the only one,” Elrond said, carefully washing Legolas’ back.

They reached the start of his buttocks; there was a very blooded line, and Elrond feared they may be internal bleeding, and he hoped that the herbs that he was going to use would help Legolas whether it was internal bleeding or not, but Elrond knew it was a risk he had to take. He did not want Legolas to die, but that the prince’s soul return to his body, that he stayed with them while Elrond and the others tried to heal him. The elf-lord began soaping Legolas’ buttocks in order to clean away the blood.

Once they finished cleaning him, they carefully took Legolas out of the tub and wrapped him in towels. Arwen, who had stayed outside while they bathed the prince, led them as they carried Legolas to the bedroom, where clean bandages, hot water herbs had been laid out.

About one hour later…

Legolas’ body was covered in white bandages. Under the bandages were herbs to help fight any infections.

“Sit with him,” Elrond suggested as he noticed the tears flowing down the dwarf’s face. “Talk to him.”

Gimli stared at his lover, and decided to take Elrond’s advice. So he sat on the chair and start talking. He was still sobbing, but he felt that he had lost control of his feelings.

“I love you, though I have never said this to you before, and my heart is calling for you,” Gimli said, stopping as new tears fell down his cheeks.

“Eofor,” Elrond called as silence reigned, for he had a plan growing in his mind. “I want you to take the chains that were left in the bathroom, and walk with Arwen to where my sons are guarding the king. Tell Elrohir to come here as I want to speak with him. In the meanwhile I want for you and Elladan to strip King Elessar of his clothes and put him in the chains, then wait.”

“I will, Lord Elrond, as I care for Legolas,” Eofor said.

“I know; I can see it in your eyes.” Elrond smiled at the boy.

Gimli cried; he could not hold on much longer, nor could he speak.

Elrond stayed with him, trying to give him comfort, for he knew much about heartache, and knew that would painful for the dwarf. So he tried to soothe the dwarf as best as he could, continuing to tell Gimli that everything will be all right.

But Gimli found it difficult to try and stay positive. As far as he was concerned, the only way he would be convinced was when he heard Legolas speak once more.

“I want Elessar to pay,” Gimli said, his voice full of outrage.

“He will pay, I can promise you that,” Elrond said, his gaze on the limp body of Legolas. But he continued to pray to both the Valar and Namo, for there were many who loved Legolas, and wanted him back.

End of Chapter 18.