Minerva

Title: Minerva (2/?)

Disclaimer: All of the well-known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I do not own them and do not make any money.

Warnings: slash, non-con sex, rape, violence/torture. Not for those who hate the idea of evil Elves, not for those who hate the idea of Noldorin Elves gone bad, and definitely NOT for Elladan's fans. Huge apology: he is my evil Elf.

Author's note: AU. Very, very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! If you can't stand them, please leave.

Thanks so much Wilwarin for beta reading. And thanks for all the nice reviews for the 1st chapter.


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Chapter Two


After some ses pas passed, Elladan questioned aloud. "What is your name, Elf?"

Swallowing bile in his throat, Orophin answered him, as politely as he possibly could. "I am called Orophin, Milord. And I am indeed from Lorien."

"Indeed," Elladan repd, hd, his smile grew wider. "I have never known a Lorien Elf befriend with a Sindar. Tell me, Orophin, were you had been taken as their prisoner, were you lost, or were you just here in some terrible time?"

Now his stomach was actually pulsating in fear, but Orophin succeeded in keeping his face passive as he let out his response. "It is ..none of those."

"Then what are you doing here, pray tell?" Elladan pressed on.

"I was just .."

"Orophin," Elladan cut in, tilting his head as if he was studying him. "I have been watching you as you do remind me of someone. I know one Elf from the Great Woods, Haldir the Marchwarden. I have met him once, though very briefly that is, and I daresay you two do look alike. Are you related to him in anyway?"

'Of course', Orophin answered in his heart, ‘he is my own brother’. instinstead, he shook his head. "Nay, Lord, I have no relation whatsoever with Haldir."

"Are you not?"

The look on Elladan's face showed that he didn’t believe in any of Orophin’s words, but the interrogation was aborted by the interruption from one of the guards, who happened to be the one who was holding the blond captive in his grips.

"Elladan, what should we do with this Sindar?" the Noldor asked.

Elladan rolled his eyes impatiently and groaned. "Aiya Masares, why did you not just kill him, just so you may save us all the trouble?"

"Gladly," the soldier named Masares grinned. "Do you wish for me to do it now?"

Elladan eyed the blond captive for a moment, pondering what kind of decision he should take, then he shook his head. "Nay, hold a moment."

In a graceful movement, the dark haired Elf jumped off the horse and approached the blond. He then halted in the very front of the Sindar and with no whatsoever warning, grabbed some golden strands of hair in his fist, smirking in mild satisfaction as the rough act released a loud gasp from the Wood Elf.

"You have strayed too far from your land, scum," Elladan hissed in despise. "Would you be so kind to inform me what was it that brought you here?"

Instead of replying, the blond drew both his lips into a thin line. Defiance and fear shone strongly in his blue eyes as he glared back to Elladan with an equal amount of loathing and disgust. Fuming, Elladan shot up his other hand, curling his fingers around the shorter Elf's pale neck, then he started to choke him.

"Stubborn still, even after you witnessed the slaughter of your kin," he gritted. "Your resilience will bring you naught, you foul creature. I shall enjoy my time questioning you and more than that, torturing you. You shall be in so much pain, you will confess everything to me, and that is including the name of your mother."

The Elf tried to struggle, but Masares threw one strong hand around his waist and twisted both his arms around his back, keeping him ceteletely under their mercy. As Elladan squeezed harder, the blond's face began to grow even paler, his eyes fluttered and his breathing turned ragged as a result of a lack of air. He was clearly in pain, but he clenched his mouth tightly shut, refusing still to emit any word.

The torment no doubt would continue, if not one Noldor stepped behind Elladan and tapped him on the shoulder. Orophin's stomach tightened even more painfully as he saw a bundle of brown papers in the guard's other hand, for he knew exactly what they were; those documents he had passed to Midril a moment ago.

Clearly upset, the son of Elrond halted his every movement, leaving the blond captive panting for air he didn't allowed. Elladan then turned around and faced his soldier. "Yes Valendil, what is it?"

"Elladan, you’d better see these," Valendil reached out his hand that held the papers to the dark haired Lord. "We found these on the body of one of the Sindar."

In a gesture that showed that he was very much annoyed by the slight disturbance, Elladan snatched those parchments from his hand and slowly unrolled them. His eyes quickly grew wider as he scanned letter by letter and he stuttered in complete disbelief. "These.. But these are.. My father and Glorfindel have been looking for these since two days ago, but how..?"

His shock, however, was rapidly changed into a maddening fury. His dark eyes blazed as if they were aflame and the expression on his face was so frightening, Orophin began to regret his involvement in this matter. By now, all the Noldor had put a momentary break of their duty and had their eyes solely to Elladan; standing awestruck by the rage of their young Lord.

Within no time, the Imladris royal was back to the front of the young prisoner, who was now nearly squirming in fear, and once again grasped a handful of long blond hair in his fist.

He tugged viciously at the already pained scalp and shouted in the front of the dreadful face. "How did your kin get a hold on these?! Tell me! Start speaking, Sindar, lest you choose for me to put an end to your pathetic life in this very moment. Where did you get these?! Speak!"

It was obvious to see that the blond was terrified, but all he did was shaking his head, whether it was from stubbornness, rejection, or simply just too afraid to speak up. Elladan's patience had entirely out,out, and he slapped him hard across faceface again and again.

The golden head jerked roughly from side to side as Elladan continued with the hits. Added by his recent injuries, the Sindar seemed would have fallen if not for the hands that restraining him. But even so, except for the choking whimpers that kept flowing from his mouth, he declined still to commit any word.

But Orophin was not as strong as he was. He had been watching through the whole ordeal with erratic heartbeats, and as the time passed, he could no longer take in what was taking place in front of him.

It would be so easy to just play innocent and let the Sindar be at the receiving end of Elladan's wrath. He knew that the blond would not let tell of his involvement in this, for he was too stubborn to yield to the will of his enemy. He would eventually die in Elladan's hands and thus Orophins' secret would be safe.

Then again, Orophin realized he just had no heart for it. He was a warrior with a virtue and dignity of his own, ae pre prided himself more than to let all the blame fall to someone's head, especially when he clearly had taken part of it. Worthless he might be as a traitor, but at least Orophin of Lorien was no coward.

With that decision in his mind, the Silvan Elf then yelled aloud. "Stop it! 'Tis me you want."

The silence that followed was both horrifying and deafening. All eyes were instantly focused to him, including those from Elladan, having the look on his face as if it was him who was being slapped on the face.

Very, very slowly, the eldest of the twins then turned around and walked to his direction, whispering in patent disbelief. "What did you just say..?"

"'Twas me," Orophin stated, though was able to maintain his rigid posture, but still could not elude a slight tremble in his voice. "I was the one who took the papers from Glorfindel's desk

Elladan halted in front of him and stared directly into his eyes, as if by doing so he wished to burn Orophin with only his gaze. His voice was dangerously low as he asked again. "You stole these?"

Shaken by the menace in the dark eyes before him, Orophin drew a calming breath and replied. "Aye, I stole them."

"And how did you manage to do so?" Elladan narrowed his eyes.

"Duringstaystay in Imladris, I sneaked into Glorfindel's study unnoticed by the sentries, and I took those papers," the blond explained. "I smuggled them outside your realm and made some arrangement with the Sindar to hand these to them. Hence I am here now."

Elladan took one step further until Orophin was able to feel the heat radiated from his body, the hotness of his breath assaulting his cheeks. Elladan then shot his next question. "You had it all planned, did you not, Guardian? You had all of us fooled."

"I'm sorry," Orophin murmured, feeling as if he was on the verge of a death sentence. "I.. didn't know what I was doing and.."

Orophin never saw it when Elladan's fist flew up faster than any eye d sed see. All he felt that he suddenly found himself jerked back by an unsemighmighty blow landed on the side of his face that caused him to experience a flash of momentary darkness in his vision. The force of the blow made his body bounce back to the guard behind him, and the next thing he knew was the coldness of the soft earth as he hit the ground.

But Elladan didn't stop there. Lying on the ground, Orophin curled himself into a tight ball, lifting both his hands defensively to cover his face against the rain of violent kicks from the raging Elf. Elladan's booted leg connected to almost every corner his body, no part was left untouched and there was not a single inch that didn’t hu


At about several moments later, it was then the blows finally ended. Throbbing pain made it hard for Orophin to breathe properly, and even if he tried, he could not force himself to move even the slightest. All he managed to do was to lay there on the grass with his eyes closed; panting wildly like he had came into the last of his breaths.

"Filthy, disgusting traitor," Elladan spat, and gave one final, vicious kick which evoked another gasp from the hapless figure sacked on the ground. "By the Valar, I will make sure you pay for this." Lifting his face, he then motioned to his men. "Bind their hands and get them both on horses. We're leaving."

In between his pain and dazed mind, Orophin could still manage to hear him and knew that there would be no hope. He would be taken to Imladris and only Elbereth knew what kind of chastisement would wait for him there.

He let his head slumped deeper onto the cold grass as he felt the strong hands of the guard twisted his hands behind his back to tie them tightly with a rope. Then he could feel nothing else as blackness took claim of him.


TBC