Consumed

Consumed

Chapter 4
Author: Frosty the Shire-Queen
Rated: Very Strong R
Codes: Legolas, Elrond, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC
Summary: The Ur'andrann (heat or fire-cycle) comes to Rivendell! It's like the flu, just not as vomit-y. Apparently the elves haven't got their shots.
Disclaimer: I own all of it. Every tiny, infantile little piece. Deal with it.


*

When Airabeth awoke, she first thought she was at home in Gondor. Her next thoughts were more reality-based, and when the headache came to the forefront of her mind she recalled what had happened. Groaning, she touched the side of her face and her fingers came away sticking with dried, red blood.

Licking her lips, Airabeth slowly sat up and looked around. She was surrounded by trees, some taller than she thought possible. The sky was dark, so she assumed not much time had passed since her encounter with Legolas. She knew Aragorn would be wondering where she was, and a part of her knew he wouldn't just give up looking for her.

And, even if he did, she was sure Boromir wouldn't stop searching for her when he woke up. Airabeth was sure Boromir hadn't completed his yelling.

A dizziness spread through her body. Airabeth's head throbbed mercilessly, dulling any other pain she might have felt. Standing carefully, she began decided it would be best for her to start walking somewhere, just in case that elf was still around.

"Where do you think you're going?" came a soft voice, and Airabeth winced. He had been there, in the shadows, watching her.

"Where are we?" she asked, gritting her teeth against the pain. She tried to appear in control, more angry than scared, but her body trembled in fear. "Why did you hit me?"

Legolas stepped from the shadows. "I hit you so I could bring you here without having to listen to you scream," he said, approaching her slowly, "You need to save your voice for when I fuck you."

Airabeth swallowed, stunned. "What?" she whispered, hoping she had heard wrong. "What did you say?"

His eyes were clear and thirsty, and they showed no signs of amusement. "I said I want you to scream when I hold you down and rape you." Airabeth blanched, and stepped back, hitting a tree. She froze against it, terrified of what was happening.

He was close to her now, not touching but leaning forward, smothering her senses. His dark eyes grazed over her face and body as his hands rested on either side of her body. "Aragorn will come looking for me," she breathed, hoping to scare him. "They'll find us."

His eyes met hers and she knew he wasn't buying it. "No they won't," he said, "At least not until I'm done."

Angry and scared, Airabeth shoved Legolas away from her and tried running. He caught up to her easily and grabbed her, throwing her to the forest floor. "There's no point in running," he said, standing over her, "But you go ahead and try. It'll just make it more interesting for me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she growled, trying to stand up. He only pushed her back down again.

Without speaking, he undid his pants and Airabeth's eyes widened in horror. She got up to run, but he grabbed her easily and threw her to the ground, crawling over top of her. She was stunned by how strong he was, and no matter how much she struggled she couldn't get away from him.

Not giving up, Airabeth attempted to squirm out from under him, but stilled suddenly when he slapped her across the face. "Hold still, bitch," he said darkly, pulling at her pants, "You can writhe all you want after I get these things off."

He hit her again, hard, enough to stun her for a few moments while he got on his knees and pulled her pants and underwear off. Airabeth could taste blood in her mouth as she felt Legolas crawl back over top of her and force her legs apart.

His entry into her was swift and forceful, and Airabeth cried out as he pushed downward into her body. "That's a good girl," he said hoarsely, gripping her wrists and holding them over her head, "You go ahead and scream now."

Airabeth bit her lip and whimpered at the words, holding in what she could as Legolas rolled his hips back, pulling out of her slightly and then forcing them back down again. Airabeth curled her up, trying to shield the pain, but it didn't work. Each time Legolas thrust into her the searing pain was in the forefront of her mind.

He began a needy pace and kept his eyes fixated on hers as best he could. Airabeth stared up at the sky, wincing each time he rolled forward, but she could still see him take pleasure from her. Every once in a while his focused gaze would falter and he'd vocalize his bliss, closing his eyes and hissing in hot breaths.

Airabeth tried to concentrate on other things, anything to take her away from this, but Legolas wouldn't allow it. He intentionally forced himself violently into her hips, trying to get her to react to every thrust. Tears streamed from Airabeth's eyes as his pace increased and the onslaught of pain became more vivid.

She could hear Legolas' whispered words over the pounding in her ears. Airabeth clenched her jaw and closed her eyes as he began thrusting wildly, losing control of his self-restraint. He groaned heavily and jerked into her hips, then collapsed on top of Airabeth's sore body. The grip on her wrists loosened and she flexed her pained fingers, pulling from his grasp. He let her hands go, but continued to rest his body on top of hers.

Airabeth shivered under him, becoming aware of the cold air and stillness of the night. Legolas breathed heavily on top of her, resting his head in the crook of her neck. She wanted to shove him off, but Airabeth was afraid of how he'd react. She hoped he would just get off her and let her leave.

Slowly, after long minutes of rest, Legolas groaned and pushed himself up, pulling out of her and fastening his pants. Airabeth pulled her own on as quick as she could, and then tentatively looked up at the elf. His expression was conflicted, but basically unreadable. Airabeth waited, watching him, hoping for a dismissal or something, but nly nly stared at her with dark eyes and then turned away, and walked into the black forest. She sat there shaking, tears pouring from her eyes. Wiping her cheeks, Airabeth got up and followed him slowly, knowing that he was probably going back to Rivendell. If she didn't follow him, she'd never find her way out.

Images kept rolling through her mind, and her legs ached with every step she took. Her stomach tensed in anxiety thinking about how quickly this had happened, and how surreal it all felt. And what would she tell Aragorn and Boromir? Airabeth's breath shook as she breathed. All she wanted right now was to lie down and stop thinking, to feel nothing if only for a few moments.

After what seemed like an eternity, Airabeth walked into a clearing and came upon the outer walls of Rivendell. She closed her arms around herself and made her way to the gates, planning on going straight to her room and not dealing with this until she had to. All she wanted was rest.

"Airabeth!" came a voice from behind her, and she nearly crumpled to the ground in agony. She didn't think she could deal with this right now.

She tried to ignore him, but when he caught up to her he grabbed her arm and whirled her around. "Where the hell did you go?" growled Boromir, then he paused, his eyes raking over her trembling and dirty form, "And what the fuck happened to you?"

"Not now, Boromir," she said through clenched teeth, pulling from his grasp. She walked away from him, but could hear him following.

"I want to know what happened," he said as he fell into step beside her. When she didn't answer, he grabbed her and swung Airabeth around, shaking her, "Answer me!"

She jerked away from him. "You got knocked out!" she yelled, meeting his eyes for the first time. "By an elf." Knowing Boromir, she hoped that would embarrass him enough to keep quiet.

He didn't let go of her, but his eyes softened. "And what happened to you?" he asked, his voice more gentle than she had heard in a long time. He seemed almost concerned.

Airabeth lowered her eyes and looked away. "Nothing," she said, wincing. Everything in her told her to tell him, to accept help, but pride and fear kept her quiet. "I'm tired," she continued, "I want to go. Let go of me." She tugged her arm, and he released it. Without hesitating, she turned and walked away, not looking back.

*

Aragorn became worried after confronting Boromir. He had found the bleeding man sitting in the garden, looking bothered. Aragorn had assumed that Boromir had done something to Airabeth, something that made her not come back to his room. After a short yelling match with the other man, though, Aragorn relented and decided that Boromir spoke the truth about not knowing what had happened to Airabeth.

They had split up to look for her, Aragorn taking the north end of Rivendell, and Boromir taking the south. The first place Aragorn had stopped was her room, but she wasn't there. He had searched nearly all of the darkened corners of Rivendell when he came upon Legolas, sitting on a stone bench in a quiet nook of the garden.

At first glance the elf appeared consumed by his own thoughts. His eyes were wide and dark, almost stormy, but his face appeared serene. "Legolas?" said Aragorn as he approached his friend, "Legolas, have you seen Airabeth anywhere? She's disappeared."

The elf's expression softened. "Yes," he said, and Aragorn's hopes raised, "I've seen her."

He waited, but Legolas made no move to say more. Aragorn became concerned. Sitting beside the elf, he questioned him again. "Where is she?" he asked, "Legolas, tell me."

Smiling, the elf turned to look at Aragorn. His eyes were unfocused, and Aragorn knew immediately that Legolas was in the midst of the Ur'andrann. The human's stomach clenched in worry. "She was in the forest," he said quietly, his eyes unblinking, "She may still be there."

Filling with dread, Aragorn grabbed Legolas' shoulders and shook him hard. "What did you do?" hissed Aragorn, shaking the elf again. Legolas looked like he barely registered the violent movement. "Did you hurt her?"

For a moment Legolas looked thoughtful. "I don't know," he said, and Aragorn felt his stomach fall, "Probably."

Aragorn dropped his hands and looked around wildly, trying to figure out what to do. It was obvious that Legolas had no idea exactly what he had done, nor how serious it was. He merely sat there and stared into nothingness, consumed by the after-effects of his hormonal surge. Aragorn understood the gravity of the Ur'andrann, knew that Legolas would have had no reasonable control over his actions, but he still felt such anger towards the elf. And towards himself. He had failed in protecting Airabeth. He failed to protect someone he cared about.

"Tell me where you took her," he said quietly, knowing now all he could do was help her get through whatever Legolas had done to her. He prayed she wasn't hurt too badly. "Legolas, I have to find her. She needs help. Where did you take her?"

It looked like Legolas didn't understand the question, but after a moment he answered. "The forest," he said, "In the south."

Nodding, Aragorn swallowed heavily and got up to leave. He looked back at Legolas, wantingspeaspeak, but didn't know what to say. So he continued, walking quickly towards the outer gates of Rivendell.

Aragorn didn't know what to think. He had failed in his protection of Airabeth, and now she would be scarred for life. He didn't know how she could ever forgive him.

As he rounded a corner he spotted a man on the far side of the gates. "Boromir!" he called, sprinting towards him, "Boromir, have you found Airabeth?"

The man looked up and nodded as Aragorn approached. "Yes. She's gone to her room."

Aragorn's eyes grew concerned at Boromir's appearance. The normally gruff man looked a little shaken. "How was she?" asked Aragorn quietly, afraid to know, "Did she say anything?"

"No," he replied, shaking his head, "She...looked troubled. But she would answer my questions."

Aragorn sighed. He didn't think it would be best for Boromir to know what had likely happened between Airabeth and Legolas. "I'll go talk to her," he said, patting Boromir on the arm, "You should rest."

Boromir did not answer, but he made his way in the direction of the men's dormitories. Aragorn took a deep breath and walked in the other direction, towards the womens'.

When he arrived at Airabeth's door, Aragorn hesitated. What would he say to her? Gathering his courage, he knocked quietly. There was no answer.

Licking his lips, Aragorn opened the unlocked door and stepped inside. Airabeth lay on the bed, still in her dirty clothes, sound asleep. Closing the door behind him, Aragorn walked over to her and kneeled down, running his eyes over her form.

Airabeth's arms held tight around her body as she slept. Aragorn knit his brows as he noticed the dirt on her face and body, and the red welts on her wrists. He moved to touch her, but pulled back at the last second, not wanting to wake her. She needed her rest.

Standing, Aragorn went to a chair in the far corner of the room and sat down, getting comfortable. He needed to be there when she awoke. He needed to make sure she was alright.

*

It was too dark to see, but she could feel the hands travelling roughly over her body, and she could hear the pleasured groans of the person above her. It made her sick, feeling the hard breaths on her skin. She struggled, but the body on hers only pushed down harder.

She cried out when a sharp pain stabbed her abdomen. A violent thrust was started on her body, and she tried desperately to grasp for help. It seemed like it was only just out of reach.

"No one's there for you," came a harsh voice, "No one will help you." She whimpered and gave up reaching as the dizziness consumed her.

With a gasp, Airabeth jerked awake and bolted up, slamming herself against the headboard. She quickly realized she was alright, alone in her room, but she screamed and scrambled off the bed when a dark figure came towards her.

"Airabeth, Airabeth, it's alright. It's just me," came the desperate voice, and it took her a few moments to register whose it was.

"Aragorn?" she breathed, cowering against the wall. He approached her slowly, his hands outstretched.

"Yeah, it's me," he said, coming towards her. As he drew near, a sliver of moonlight fell from the window fell across his features. Airabeth breathed more easily when she saw his face.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, holding her arms around herself. She wanted to be back in bed, asleep, not feeling any of this.

Aragorn stopped short of touching her. He didn't want to push. "I needed to make sure you were alright. I mean," he paused and shook his head, "I know you're probably not alright. But I needed to be here. For you."

Airabeth frowned. "H-how do you know?" she whispered, suddenly flushed with embarrassment. He knew what had happened to her. Did everyone know?

"Legolas. I spoke with him." Airabeth winced at the elf's name. "I should have been more careful," he continued, "I should have protected you. I'm sorry."

Airabeth raised her eyes to his, and felt her chest constrict at how sorrowful he looked. "It's not your fault," she said, "Why did he do this to me?"

He shook his head and frowned. "It's complicated. He's...not well." Airabeth snorted and looked away, so Aragorn placed a hand on her shoulder. She was relieved that she didn't pull from his touch. "Are you injured?" he asked, "Do you need a doctor?"

"No," she responded, barely audible, "I'm fine." She rubbed her nose and tried to keep from crying. It was incredibly difficult.

Sensing her pain, Aragorn pulled Airabeth towards him and enveloped her in a hug. She hesitated momentarily, but then melted into his warm embrace. It felt good to be held so softly. Airabeth buried her face into his chest and let the tears fall as Aragorn rocked her gently against him. He didn't know what else to do.

*

Elrond sat and rubbed his face, massaging his pained temples. This was difficult enough without having to deal with how it affected other people.

"We owe it to her to at least be honest," said Aragorn, standing in front of the elf. It was morning, and he had left Airabeth only minutes earlier, sleeping soundly.

"That would be unwise," said Elrond, raising his eyes to Aragorn's. The human had told him what had transpired between Legolas and Airabeth. Nothing of this sort had happened before, not under Elrond's watch.

"What would you have me tell her, Elrond?" asked Aragorn, visibly upset, "She is asking questions. She wants to know why he violated her."

Elrond closed his eyes at those words. Violated. It made him cold. "The Ur'andrann is not something we can allow others to know about," he said calmly, "There must be an alternative."

Aragorn sighed heavily. "I don't know what to tell her," he said, collapsing in a chair, "I don't know what to do."

The elf leaned back and took a deep breath. "I will speak with her," he said, then raised his hand when Aragorn looked to disagree, "I will answer her questions, Aragorn, better than you can. I will speak to her later today."

Aragorn relented. "And what of Legolas?" he asked.

Elrond frowned. "I will speak with him, also. I will be honest with you, Aragorn, and tell you that Legolas cannot be held responsible for this. The Ur'andrann is out of our control. I will, however, request that he avoid all contact with Airabeth."

"Thank you." Aragorn stood up and walked to the door.

"Give her what she needs," called Elrond, and Aragorn turned, "Use any means to help her with this, Aragorn. This was our error. She should not suffer for it."

Aragorn nodded, and left the room. As he walked out of the building, his thoughts roamed back to the evening before, and how their relationship had progressed. He could not deny his interest in her, and she had returned his affections, but what would that mean now? Airabeth had been violated in such a way that Aragorn would not blame her if she never wanted anything to do with him again. Perhaps she would just want to forget all of Rivendell. He sighed, and hoped she would not turn away his help.

He entered the dining hall, not wanting to go to her just yet. She needed rest and he would allow her that. He noticed Boromir and Faramir sitting at a table in the far corner of the room. He hoped Boromir was not spreading news of what might have happened to Airabeth.

Aragorn stood silently as the two of them left their company and approached him. "I want to know what's going on here," said Boromir darkly, keeping his tone quiet so as not to gain unwanted attention. "Why did an elf attack me last night? And what happened to my lieutenant?"

"This isn't the place to talk about this," replied Aragorn. He didn't want the other elves asking questions, too.

"Then we will go elsewhere." Boromir nodded to Faramir, who followed him out of the dining hall. Aragorn clenched his jaw and joined them.

*

TBC