Strange Love
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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5,314
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3
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Chapter 2
Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape & My First fic with explicit Sex
Chapter: 2
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author’s note: ‘Vulcano’ is the Orcish name of Mount Doom
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“Milord?” A guard rode up to Elrond, letting his horse fall into step with his Lord’s mare. “There are trails of orcs in the surrounding area. They are fresh. We should beware.”
Elrond groaned in his mind. “How many?”
“Three dozen, if not more.” The guard studied the surrounding area. “Some of the scouts state they may have heard a troll, but aren’t sure.”
“A troll? Wonderful.” Elrond groaned aloud now. “How long before we reach Lothlorien?”
“With this speed? Five days until the outer perimeter.”
“We will have to speed up then. I don’t desire to meet with a troll. Or orcs for that matter.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“How long do we have to wait?” Red eyes watched the elven-group pass below them. “Soon they pass borders of the area of the witch. We can’t attack them.”
“Shut up, scum.” A big orc pushed the smaller one on the ground. “If they hear us, you’re the first to get killed.”
His eyes hungrily followed his target. The she-elf had often screamed his name and now he wondered if the half-elf would scream hers. Definitely would be fun. Just shouldn’t kill him. Nooooo… Most certainly shouldn’t kill him. He had no desire to see just how hot Vulcano was. His hand moved to the bag hanging at his belt. If the other elves came, he had to make the Lord drink the mixture in the bottle. Wondered what it would do. Maybe kill him…
“They’re heading right for the thin pass.” An orc-scout reported.
“Perfect.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Elrond inspected the cliffs. They nearly made a bridge above the path they were taking and were hiding much from view. Hopefully they didn’t hide orcs from view…
The captain ordered the others about. The cliffs narrowed the path down to the size of two horses, at some places even of only one.
Elrond shivered. Here Celebrian had been captured. He would have preferred to take another road, but that would have meant a week longer travel, something he was reluctant to do. Especially with the troll sightings and increased orc-activity.
He gently patted the neck of his mare. She was nervous and constantly throwing her head from one side to the other. Apparently she didn’t like the mountains.
A scream pulled him from his musings. “Yrch!” (orcs)
Black arrows pierced the elf who had screamed. Others fell to the rain of arrows as well. Before any one could react properly, seven had fallen.
“Ride, milord! Ride!”
To late came the call. To late came the burning of Vilya on his hand. To late…
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
The orcs threw the elvish bodies and the bodies of their fallen comrades down the mountainside. All but one. The elf had been thrown against the mountainside when his horse had been hit with an arrow and had gone mad.
The big orc pulled up the unconscious one by his hair and studied his face. As far as it was possible with the blood from his head wound coloring his face red.
He grinned when the elf started to come too. Steel gray eyes searched their surroundings and in the end focused on him. Horror filled them.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Across Middle-Earth it felt like lightning-bolts hit into several heads. Galadriel literally screamed her agony in the middle of a meeting. Elladan and Elrohir nearly fell of their horses when the assault made them sway. Elrond’s desperate call for aid had hit them full force.
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape & My First fic with explicit Sex
Chapter: 2
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author’s note: ‘Vulcano’ is the Orcish name of Mount Doom
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“Milord?” A guard rode up to Elrond, letting his horse fall into step with his Lord’s mare. “There are trails of orcs in the surrounding area. They are fresh. We should beware.”
Elrond groaned in his mind. “How many?”
“Three dozen, if not more.” The guard studied the surrounding area. “Some of the scouts state they may have heard a troll, but aren’t sure.”
“A troll? Wonderful.” Elrond groaned aloud now. “How long before we reach Lothlorien?”
“With this speed? Five days until the outer perimeter.”
“We will have to speed up then. I don’t desire to meet with a troll. Or orcs for that matter.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“How long do we have to wait?” Red eyes watched the elven-group pass below them. “Soon they pass borders of the area of the witch. We can’t attack them.”
“Shut up, scum.” A big orc pushed the smaller one on the ground. “If they hear us, you’re the first to get killed.”
His eyes hungrily followed his target. The she-elf had often screamed his name and now he wondered if the half-elf would scream hers. Definitely would be fun. Just shouldn’t kill him. Nooooo… Most certainly shouldn’t kill him. He had no desire to see just how hot Vulcano was. His hand moved to the bag hanging at his belt. If the other elves came, he had to make the Lord drink the mixture in the bottle. Wondered what it would do. Maybe kill him…
“They’re heading right for the thin pass.” An orc-scout reported.
“Perfect.”
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Elrond inspected the cliffs. They nearly made a bridge above the path they were taking and were hiding much from view. Hopefully they didn’t hide orcs from view…
The captain ordered the others about. The cliffs narrowed the path down to the size of two horses, at some places even of only one.
Elrond shivered. Here Celebrian had been captured. He would have preferred to take another road, but that would have meant a week longer travel, something he was reluctant to do. Especially with the troll sightings and increased orc-activity.
He gently patted the neck of his mare. She was nervous and constantly throwing her head from one side to the other. Apparently she didn’t like the mountains.
A scream pulled him from his musings. “Yrch!” (orcs)
Black arrows pierced the elf who had screamed. Others fell to the rain of arrows as well. Before any one could react properly, seven had fallen.
“Ride, milord! Ride!”
To late came the call. To late came the burning of Vilya on his hand. To late…
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
The orcs threw the elvish bodies and the bodies of their fallen comrades down the mountainside. All but one. The elf had been thrown against the mountainside when his horse had been hit with an arrow and had gone mad.
The big orc pulled up the unconscious one by his hair and studied his face. As far as it was possible with the blood from his head wound coloring his face red.
He grinned when the elf started to come too. Steel gray eyes searched their surroundings and in the end focused on him. Horror filled them.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Across Middle-Earth it felt like lightning-bolts hit into several heads. Galadriel literally screamed her agony in the middle of a meeting. Elladan and Elrohir nearly fell of their horses when the assault made them sway. Elrond’s desperate call for aid had hit them full force.