Possession

Possession

Chapter 19
Author: Frosty the Micro Machine
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Eowyn, Legolas, OC, AU, N/C, Oral, Anal, M/F, M/M/F, character deaths
Summary: After Arwen's death, a visit to Gondor reveals something unexpected. Canon-oriented; takes place after Sauron's defeat.
Author's Notes: Translations are in parenthesis after the Elvish.

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Valawen had not slept. It was early morning. Birds sang outside, the sun was shining, but she felt weighted by her actions the evening before. After dressing, she had made her way directly to the King's Hall. She needed to see Aragorn, to make sure everything was alright.

There were several guards in the hall when she entered. They glanced at her, watching her for a few moments before going back to their conversations. She frowned, making her way quickly to Aragorn's rooms. When she saw two soldiers stationed at the door, her heart fell.

They looked down at her, their eyes hard. "What do you want, my lady?" asked one.

"I want to see Aragorn." Her voice shook, and when the guards' faces softened, she knew her worst fears were now a reality.

"I'm sorry, my lady, but the King has been murdered."

Her body weakened, as though she had been beaten. Her voice lowered to barely a whisper as she asked, "What?"

"We cannot say anything, my lady. If you have questions, you should visit Captain Faramir."

She shook her head, unable to comprehend. The world seemed to spin as she turned and left the hall, oblivious to all except the words in her mind. The King has been murdered. Aragorn was dead.

Valawen looked up when the doors slammed shut behind her. Her eyes slid over the courtyard, taking in the guards milling about as though lost themselves. Making a quick decision, she ran down the stairs and towards the building that housed the Captain. She had to talk to Faramir. There had to be a mistake.

Her breath was ragged when she stopped at his door and banged her fist upon it. After what seemed like unbearable long moments, the lock clicked and the door swung open.

Faramir didn't seem surprised to see her. "Come in," he said, not even bothering to ask why she was there. He locked the door behind her after she entered. Her eyes began to water as she waited for him to speak. "It was necesary," was all he said.

"Necessary?" It felt like all the breath had been forced from her lungs. "You killed him. You killed Aragorn. How is that necessary?"

"He wasn't the right man to lead. Those in the palantir ordered his death. He did not serve them the way they were meant to be served."

"You lie!" Her voice was strong now, filled with anger. Tears of sorrow and fury fell from her eyes.

"I don't lie. Find out for yourself if you do not trust my words." He motioned to a table near the fireplace. Valawen turned to see a familiar box lying atop it. "They will tell you."

She didn't want to know. She didn't want to hear it. "You didn't have to kill him," she said softly, "I loved him."

"He would have deserted you. The power consumed his very being. He did not care for you."

"He loved me," she replied, sitting down in a chair. She felt exhausted. "He loved me."

"You don't believe that. I can hear it in your voice." Sighing, Faramir sat down in a chair across from her and leaned forward. "It has been done. There is nothing that can be changed. I must have your silence."

"You know you have it," she said weakly, "My fate is tied to the palantir, no matter how much I wish it wasn't."

He leaned back and frowned. "I wish I could see into the mind of an elf. You speak with a knowledge that I know you do not possess. You and the other know not of what awaits those who serve, else you would take joy in giving your servitude. It is by your doing that it has come to this, Valawen. Remember that. I was blind to everything until your insistent visit."

Her skin flushed as she remembered what had occured. There was not a moment that went by she did not regret that night. "The other?" she said, thinking upon his words, "You spoke with Legolas?"

"Legolas has been taken to the dungeons. The murder weapon was found in his quarters."

She blanched. This was her fault. "What will be done with him?"

Faramir answered quickly. "He will be executed."

She looked up, her eyes wide. "You can't. What of the other elves? They will retaliate."

"They will not hear of it until it is too late. Those who rule through the orb have plans that have already been set in motion. Our armies are growing and soon we will be stronger than the elves combined. Nothing they do can harm us." He smiled faintly and cocked his head. "They will either bend to our will or be destroyed."

"And what of me?" she asked softly. "Will you decide my fate?"

"I will not forget what you have done for us, Valawen. Rewards will come your way. However, those rewards will be tied to how well you accept your role in this fight."

"What is my role?" she inquired, swallowing.

He grinned. "You will service me."

"I am to be your whore," she said calmly, having expected this response.

"Mine, and whoever I grant access to you."

Her heart thudded in her chest as her anxiety grew. "And what if I deny you and all others?"

Faramir's expression softened. "Then you will get no reward." He stood up as she looked away, coming closer. "It matters not whether you accept this or deny it. What matters is that you hold your tongue on issues more important. If I for moment think that you cannot be trusted, you will join that elf in the dungeon." He kneeled down, grabbing her chin and making her look at him. "Before I send you there, however, I will allow garrisons of soldiers to have their way with you. If you think being fucked by me and one or two others is worth tears, you have obviously never experienced the perverted fantasies of men who know they will never be held responsible for how they torture you. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Y-Yes." She knew he was capable of what he said.

"Good." He let her go and stood up, walking to the window. "Aragorn's burial will be tomorrow. I expect the city will mourn for several weeks before things return to normal." He looked back at Valawen, saying, "Legolas will be executed as soon as possible. We cannot afford to have him around longer than necessary."

"Why?" she asked.

"He knows something is different, and he knows I am responsible for Aragorn's death." Faramir pursed his lips, adding, "He talks too much."

Valawen frowned. "How does he know?"

The Captain eyed her coldly. "He is an elf."

She averted her gaze. Yes, it made sense. Legolas would be able to see the changes in the people he knew without much difficulty. She sighed heavily, not noticing Faramir's approach until he stood directly in front of her. Looking up, she saw a note of challenge in his eyes.

"Not now, please," she pleaded, knowing what he would have of her.

He smiled. "Get up."

She was tired and weak, but would not simply submit. She couldn't. Not after everything he had said and done. "No."

"You're denying me?" he asked.

"Yes," she breathed, looking up.

He nodded, then bent down to grab her arm. She yelped as he hauled her up, throwing her to the bed. Shoving herself up, she watched as he began to disrobe. "Feel free to try your best to stop me, dear. I'm sure we could both use the release."

Valawen looked away when he dropped his pants. She kicked out when he came towards her, but he was quick and managed to grab her leg, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Stop it!" she yelled, tears streaming from her eyes. He pulled her up, then slapped her across the face. Valawen fell to the floor, holding her stinging cheek and looking up at him with frightened eyes. She had not expected to be hit.

"I would be more than happy to beat you, elf. Give me a reason." His stare was cold and angry, but his body betrayed his interest.

Valawen looked away, whimpering when he hauled her to her feet once again. He ran a hand over her face, wiping away the wetness. The anger within her rose to the surface. "I hate you," she breathed.

"I know." Raising a hand, he slapped her again, but this time held her upright. She moaned out from the pain, then gasped as he threw her back down to the bed.

She didn't have time to react before he was on top of her, his hands pulling at the ribbons of her dress. She tried to fight him off, but he was strong and determined. Irritated with her fighting, he backhanded her swiftly. Valawen's head snapped to the side, and she stopped fighting as her mind spun.

He yanked her dress down her shoulders, then stood up and peeled it from her body, leaving her naked on the bed. Valawen covered her face and cried, knowing it was no use. There was no stopping this.

Faramir's hands molded to her breasts as he leaned over her again. Jerking her hand away from her face, he sought her lips and forced his tongue into her mouth, tasting her fearful cries. His mouth made an urgent path down her cheek and neck, stopping at her breasts. He sucked eagerly at the tip of one, roughly squeezing the other until she whimpered in pain. Faramir was hungry in his actions and took no notice of her discomfort. Valawen stopped fighting, though, knowing it would be less painful if she allowed him to do as he wanted.

His breath was harsh when he looked down on her face. With a half-smile, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up, then whirled her around and shoved her down on a large table beside the bed. "You deserve to be taken like an animal," he hissed into her ear as he held her down. She struggled, pained by the rough edge of the table. "I'll make sure you never deny me again."

He stood up and kicked her feet apart. Placing her palms on the table, Valawen tried to ease herself away from the hard edge, but when she felt the tip of his penis at her entrance, she instead held her breath and awaited the inevitable.

Faramir did not disappoint, gripping her hips and shoving into her. His length burned her body and she groaned, grasping at the top edge of the table. She held tight to it, clenching it as he rolled into her over and over again, not allowing her to get used to the feeling of him inside.

He grunted his pleasure, pulling her hips back as he plunged forward. Valawen's knees weakened, but he held her steady as he forced himself up, lifting her body from the table. The breath was forced out of her as she fell against the hard wood. She wanted to cry out, to beg for him to stop, but no voice would escape her lips. He pulled every ounce of strength from her.

His thrusts increased. Valawen prepared for the end, but before it happened, he stopped. Breathing heavily, she waited in confusion as he slowly pulled from her body.

"Don't move," he ordered, his voice hoarse. She could feel his hardness against her as he tugged her body a little closer to his. Further from the edge of the table, she lost her grip on the wood.

Faramir positioned himself again, but this time at a different place on her body. Valawen held her breath, biting her lip to keep from crying as she realized what he was going to do. The tip of his moist penis touched the opening of her bottom. He clutched her cheeks, parting them as he slowly slid into her tight hole.

Unable to keep silent, Valawen cried out at the pain. She shifted, trying to pull herself away from him, but it was no use. "Be still!" he growled, causing her to stop moving and cry silently to herself as he moved further in. His breathing was heavy and filled with pleasure as he moved a hand over her slick back. "How does that feel, elf?"

"It hurts," she moaned, shifting against his touch. He only laughed.

"It hurts," he repeated, pulling out an inch before pushing forward again. He groaned as he tried to force himself in further. "Remember how much it hurts next time I come to you."

Valawen sobbed against her hand as he began a slow, measured thrust into her. The pain and burning was inescapable. Faramir's hands ran over her, gripping her hips again as he tried to increase his pace. Soon she felt him quickening, then heard a loud and heavy groan. At once, Faramir's movement stopped. He had met his release.

He pulled from her without notice to her discomfort. As Valawen fell to the floor, she whimpered in pain. Her body ached as she leaned against the table, her eyes closed.

She could hear Faramir dressing. "Remain here. There is no reason for anyone to see you this day. I will bring you food when I come back this evening." She opened her eyes when he kneeled down in front of her. "I know you're in pain. You deserve nothing less. Know that I can be gentle, but have no issues continuing to use you as roughly as possible if so necessary."

Her eyes followed him as he stood and left. In the hush of the silent room, Valawen lowered her body to the floor and began to cry.

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TBC