My Dreams, My Heaven
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,980
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story
Chapter 2
Title: My Dreams, My Heaven
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas, Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and ** indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I have no beta reader so all mistakes are mine. If you wish to help me out in any way my ears and eyes are open to suggestions, this is not my first time writing fan fiction, but I haven’t done it in a while so I am very very very rusty. also i was formally know as Lena hart but neglected my account and so i have made a new one and am bringing back my story my dreams my heaven, i am truly sorry to any readers that i let down. i plan to stick with this till it is finished.
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Chapter 2
He woke slowly his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light filtering in through the window near his bed.
*Sunlight? Since when had sunlight started to filter in to the attic?*
He continued to ponder this new situation, when he realized he was lying in a soft bed, cotton sheets pulled up to his chin and gently tucked in around him. There was a soft breeze flowing into the room making the curtains flutter, and the wind brought with it the sweet scent of lilacs.
Since when have I had a comfortable bed to sleep in? Let alone a large window where lilacs grew outside?
This was truly confusing to him; he tried to fit the pieces of his last memories together. He had been in the attic servicing five brutal men, they had beat him senseless, they had hurt him more than any other client ever had in one night and they had…
*Killed me…then I’m dead, and this…this must be the heaven I’ve been dreaming about!*
He tried to sit up but found himself is massive pain for the effort. He lifted his arms to see them covered in bruises and wrapped in cotton bandages; he felt bandages wrapped tightly around his chest more than likely binding the broken ribs he was sure to have from that night, his neck and head were similarly bound he could barely move either.
He groaned he couldn’t be in heaven; he shouldn’t still be in physical pain. He had thought that your physical pains went away once you were dead. He must not have died, he had to have survived and that was why he was lying here. But this still didn’t make any sense to him, if his parents had wanted him to survive to continue making profit off him he wouldn’t be in such a lovely hospital with comfortable sheets and a lovely window where lilacs grew below.
He heard a door open to his left and saw a young woman carrying a small tray of objects covered by a thin cloth. She was beautiful, dressed in a simple dress similar to what women in his town had worn before the new government took over.
She came over to him a smiled sweetly at him he tensed not sure what she wanted with him, she spoke to him, he didn’t understand the words she spoke but from the inflection of her voice he guessed she didn’t mean him any harm. That didn’t relax him in the least he was so used to others harming him he couldn’t help but flinch away when she touched his forehead.
She smiled at him again, trying to reassure him. She put the tray down and pulled off the clothe revealing a mug steaming with a bitter smelling liquid. She reached out to help him sit up but again he flinched away not sure of her intentions, even that movement was difficult for him.
He heard the door open again and young man walked into the room. He had thought the woman was beautiful but this man put her looks the shame. Then he recognized him, one of the men he always saw in his dreams, this one always soothed his hurts away with gentle words.
How he loved to look upon him, his long inky black hair flowing over his shoulder in a thick braid. The man’s stormy gray eyes staring back at him gently with a hint of amusement in their depths. His strong build always made him feel safe when around him, for whatever reason he had never feared this man or the other two men who always found him in his dreams. They were the only ones to have ever really cared about what happened to him.
If this man was here then he must be in heaven his dreams of dreams. The man approached him and kneeled by his bedside taking his hand in his and looking into his eyes searching for something, what it was Las did not know but he couldn’t take his eyes away from those enchanting eyes. He smiled at him and Las could not help but to smile back him, the first real smile to grace his face in a long while.
“Elladan” Las softly whispered his voice was hoarse and it hurt to speak.
The man’s smile grew wider
“Aye little Las tis me, you have gotten better at telling me and Elrohir apart dear one” Elladan squeezed Las’ hand.
Las laughed softly though the effort cost him a moment of pain, he groaned softly. Elladan lifted the mug from the tray to Las’ lips and bade him to drink.
“Tis bitter but it will ease your pain” he said
Las was inclined to believe him, he trusted Elladan with every fiber of his being, and he always had though he had no idea as the why. Elladan and the others had never given him reason to think otherwise. So he did his best to swallow as much as he could. Elladan pulled the cup away when he was done and replaced it on the tray.
Las noticed the woman had moved away at some point and had begun doing some other tasks about the room, Elladan noticed his eyes stray away.
“Morwen has been helping to watch over you since your sudden arrival, she doesn’t speak your language very well, but I’m sure you will find time to teach her”
Las looked back to him confused again, he had so many questions to ask, but he eyes were feeling so heavy. Sleep was pulling him back into its comforting embrace and he could not resist its call. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh of relief from the pain that was wracking his body and hint of smile gracing his face as he drifted off into his dreams. Perhaps he had indeed found the peace he had been longing for, for now though he would rest and when he woke he hoped he would find himself here again and then he would get to answers to the questions swimming in his mind.
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TBC…
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A/N: another chapter down, more to go please let me know what you think so far I appreciate any feed back
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas, Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and ** indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I have no beta reader so all mistakes are mine. If you wish to help me out in any way my ears and eyes are open to suggestions, this is not my first time writing fan fiction, but I haven’t done it in a while so I am very very very rusty. also i was formally know as Lena hart but neglected my account and so i have made a new one and am bringing back my story my dreams my heaven, i am truly sorry to any readers that i let down. i plan to stick with this till it is finished.
~~~
Chapter 2
He woke slowly his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light filtering in through the window near his bed.
*Sunlight? Since when had sunlight started to filter in to the attic?*
He continued to ponder this new situation, when he realized he was lying in a soft bed, cotton sheets pulled up to his chin and gently tucked in around him. There was a soft breeze flowing into the room making the curtains flutter, and the wind brought with it the sweet scent of lilacs.
Since when have I had a comfortable bed to sleep in? Let alone a large window where lilacs grew outside?
This was truly confusing to him; he tried to fit the pieces of his last memories together. He had been in the attic servicing five brutal men, they had beat him senseless, they had hurt him more than any other client ever had in one night and they had…
*Killed me…then I’m dead, and this…this must be the heaven I’ve been dreaming about!*
He tried to sit up but found himself is massive pain for the effort. He lifted his arms to see them covered in bruises and wrapped in cotton bandages; he felt bandages wrapped tightly around his chest more than likely binding the broken ribs he was sure to have from that night, his neck and head were similarly bound he could barely move either.
He groaned he couldn’t be in heaven; he shouldn’t still be in physical pain. He had thought that your physical pains went away once you were dead. He must not have died, he had to have survived and that was why he was lying here. But this still didn’t make any sense to him, if his parents had wanted him to survive to continue making profit off him he wouldn’t be in such a lovely hospital with comfortable sheets and a lovely window where lilacs grew below.
He heard a door open to his left and saw a young woman carrying a small tray of objects covered by a thin cloth. She was beautiful, dressed in a simple dress similar to what women in his town had worn before the new government took over.
She came over to him a smiled sweetly at him he tensed not sure what she wanted with him, she spoke to him, he didn’t understand the words she spoke but from the inflection of her voice he guessed she didn’t mean him any harm. That didn’t relax him in the least he was so used to others harming him he couldn’t help but flinch away when she touched his forehead.
She smiled at him again, trying to reassure him. She put the tray down and pulled off the clothe revealing a mug steaming with a bitter smelling liquid. She reached out to help him sit up but again he flinched away not sure of her intentions, even that movement was difficult for him.
He heard the door open again and young man walked into the room. He had thought the woman was beautiful but this man put her looks the shame. Then he recognized him, one of the men he always saw in his dreams, this one always soothed his hurts away with gentle words.
How he loved to look upon him, his long inky black hair flowing over his shoulder in a thick braid. The man’s stormy gray eyes staring back at him gently with a hint of amusement in their depths. His strong build always made him feel safe when around him, for whatever reason he had never feared this man or the other two men who always found him in his dreams. They were the only ones to have ever really cared about what happened to him.
If this man was here then he must be in heaven his dreams of dreams. The man approached him and kneeled by his bedside taking his hand in his and looking into his eyes searching for something, what it was Las did not know but he couldn’t take his eyes away from those enchanting eyes. He smiled at him and Las could not help but to smile back him, the first real smile to grace his face in a long while.
“Elladan” Las softly whispered his voice was hoarse and it hurt to speak.
The man’s smile grew wider
“Aye little Las tis me, you have gotten better at telling me and Elrohir apart dear one” Elladan squeezed Las’ hand.
Las laughed softly though the effort cost him a moment of pain, he groaned softly. Elladan lifted the mug from the tray to Las’ lips and bade him to drink.
“Tis bitter but it will ease your pain” he said
Las was inclined to believe him, he trusted Elladan with every fiber of his being, and he always had though he had no idea as the why. Elladan and the others had never given him reason to think otherwise. So he did his best to swallow as much as he could. Elladan pulled the cup away when he was done and replaced it on the tray.
Las noticed the woman had moved away at some point and had begun doing some other tasks about the room, Elladan noticed his eyes stray away.
“Morwen has been helping to watch over you since your sudden arrival, she doesn’t speak your language very well, but I’m sure you will find time to teach her”
Las looked back to him confused again, he had so many questions to ask, but he eyes were feeling so heavy. Sleep was pulling him back into its comforting embrace and he could not resist its call. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh of relief from the pain that was wracking his body and hint of smile gracing his face as he drifted off into his dreams. Perhaps he had indeed found the peace he had been longing for, for now though he would rest and when he woke he hoped he would find himself here again and then he would get to answers to the questions swimming in his mind.
~~~
TBC…
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A/N: another chapter down, more to go please let me know what you think so far I appreciate any feed back