In the Ruins of Hope

In the Ruins of Hope

Chapter 3
Author: Frosty the Street Thug
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: The hobbits are dead. Arwen is dead. The war is not over, but the elves are leaving Middle-Earth. King Aragorn and the people of Minas Tirith are all who are left to fight for freefreedom of the land. But what's this? They've been corrupted? Say it ain't so!
Author's Notes: Boromir lives. Deal.
Disclaimer: This is so far from Tolkien-verse it doesn't even need a disclaimer. ;)
Notes: Elvish translations will be at the end of each chapter.


*

It wasn't long before they arrived at Minas Tirith. No one from the group of Men had spoken to any of the elves during the entire journey, not even Legolas. She had spent most of the nights sitting beside him, reassuring him that things would be alright. He worried for those in his charge, but Legolas was enough of a leader to keep his fear from their sights.

The White City was large, high, and daunting. It had been described to her many times, but to see it was something altogether different. She could not help but feel intimidated in its walls.

Their group was led to the third level of the city and locked in a large room with several beds. Legolas tried every door and window, but it was sealed. Sighing, he made sure everyone was comfortable before taking a seat near the door and rubbing his temple.

"You need to rest," said Calime as shek a k a seat beside him. When she ran her hand down his back she could feel his tension. "You have not slept for days."

Legolas rested a hand on her knee and smiled. She could tell it was forced for her sake. "I am fine," he replied, squeezing softly, "I will not be able to rest until this situation is remedied."

Calime's eyes travelled over the ten elves pacing the hall, sitting on beds, or whispering in pairs. They were all frightened, she could tell. "When we do not arrive at the boats, will they come looking for us?" she asked, hoping perhaps they could be rescued if things went ill.

He shook his head slowly as he leaned back against the wall. His eyes flitted from person to per wat watching them closely. "I do not know."

Taking his hand and squeezing it, Calime offered Legolas a warm smile. She wished she could do more, do anything to help them out of this, but it was beyond her. The Men of Gondor would listen to only Legolas, this she was sure of. What help could any other elf offer?

Calime was jarred from her thoughts when the lock on the door clicked open. Legolas stood up and anxiously awaited whoever would come through it. Standing behind him, Calime glanced to the other elves and gave them a reassuring nod.

Two men came through the double doors as they were forced open. The first she knew, but the second she did not. She moved up beside Legolas and licked her lips, taking in the attire of the second man. He was dressed in blues and burgundys, with a crown atop his head. Looking at Legolas and noting his expression, she assumed this man must be the King of Gondor.

"Legolas," he said, nodding his head curtly, "It is good to have you back."

Calime peered at the King. His blue eyes were gentle, but his face was tired and expressionless. He looked worn and unsympathetic, and his stance was tense. By comparison, Boromir beside him looked vital and strong, but eyeseyes held no kindness. When he saw Calime staring at him, his gaze hardened.

She looked away as Legolas spoke. "Why have you brought us here, Aragorn? Boromir has treated us like prisoners, and I am told it was under your orders this occured. What reason could you possibly have for gathering us like animals?"

Aragorn's eyes flickered with anger, but soon regained their softness. Calime knew he must have been a very kind person once. "I apologize if you believe you were wronged. You are a dear friend and I am sorry it has come to this." He took a deep breath and walked forward, gazing around the room at the faces of the elves within. Calime could see sorrow etched in his face and wondered what had happened to make him look so cold. Only days ago had Legolas spoken highly of him.

"What has it come to?" asked Legolas, moving to stand in front of the King. Calime turned and watched, her stomach nervous.

"Arwen has died." Legolas' eyes widened in shock. "It was not long after you left. You see, Legolas, our numbers are dwindling. The enemy is strong and Gondor cannot defeat it alone. Our allies have left us. The elves...have left us."

Lowering his head, Legolas took a deep breath. "It pains me to hear about Arwen. I am sorry, but I still do not understand why you have brought us here."

Calime crossed her arms as she stood watching their conversation. She became acutely aware of Boromir's presence, though, when he walked from behind her and came to stand at her shoulder. Unconsciously, she took a step to the side.

"Dark is upon the city. Would it not be easier to just accept our defeat? It has crossed my mind, Legolas, many times over. After you left, when our shields became weak, those who did not die began to suffer from more than just despair. I remember my life in Imladris, the brightness that was Rivendell. Even there it is no longer without shadow. The elves knew it would come to this, they knew the race of Men could not stand alone against such an enemy. And so they left." Aragorn's eyes grew distant and dark, and a frown creased his lips. "They were my family, and they left. Elrond, Arwen, you. Weakness has invaded this land. I refuse to be weak any longer. You and your kind are here to stay. Expect no mercy on our part, for we have received none from you."

The anger in Aragorn's face caused Legolas to only blink in disbelief as the King strode by him and headed towards the door. When Calime looked up, Boromir's eyes were upon her and he smiled before following Aragorn out of the hall.

Swallowing heavily, Calime walked up to Legolas and took his arm. His eyes had lost the shock they held as were replaced with fear. "This does not bode well for us," he said quietly, "Something had taken this city. Something evil."

Calime exhaled shakily. If this were true, they were in more trouble than she originally thought.

"We can do nothing now," she said, leading Legolas to a bed on the far side of the room. The gazes from the elves around them were sad and haunted, for they knew Legolas' friendship with the King was not as it had been. "We should rest. Perhaps later they will be easier to talk to."

He nodded, but Calime wasn't even sure he had heard her. Lying back, Legolas kept his eyes open, staring at something she could not see. She kissed him lightly on the forehead before leaving him on the bed and going to the other elves, making sure they were alright.

No one asked any questions as she visited each person. Calime knew they had heard what Aragorn said, and that Legolas had no power over this. She kept glancing at the blonde elf sitting alone and felt a horrible sinking sensation in her stomach. It only worsened when the wooden doors unlocked again.

Immediately Legolas got up and approached the doors. This time there was no Boromir or Aragorn, though, only three guards. When the first of them took out his sword and pointed it at Legolas, Calime froze in fear.

"We won't hesitate to kill you, elf," said the man, his eyes glinting with amusement, "We're here for the female."

Calime's legs felt numb. She looked behind her, staring at each of the elves. She was one of only three women present.

Legolas' eyes were upon her when she looked back, and his expression was nothing short of terrified. When one of the guards made to walk by him, he didn't hesitate before grabbing his arm and sending a fist to his jaw.

Before she knew what was happening, Legolas had been knocked to the floor and the sword was at his throat. "I warned you," sneered the guard.

Her breath caught in her throat, Calime walked on unsteady legs towards the guards. "Who are you here for?" she asked, her voice shaking. She stood tall, thoughowihowing more courage than she felt.

The guard looked up and smiled, his eyes running over her form. "We're here for you, my lady," he said. Legolas growled, knocking the sword away with his hand and jumping up, but his eff wer were in vain. The two other guards grabbed him.

"Don't hurt him," pleaded Calime, holding her hand out. "Please, Legolas, do not make this any worse than it is. I need you here. Do not give them a reason to kill you."

He struggled in their grasp, his eyes wild with fear. "I will not let them take you!" Calime glanced at the other elves, who had done nothing to help. She didn't blame them. What could unarmed elves do against such a violent foe?

Her dark eyes turned to the lead soldier. "I will not fight you. Please, let him go."

His eyes were hesitant, but he nodded. "You will come with me. We will let him go when you are out the door." Her eyes were worried, so he continued, "You have my word."

"Calime!" said Legolas. His eyes were bright with concern, and she felt her own eyes fill with tears.

The guard took her arm and lead her towards the door. "Melethon le," she breathed, waving gently to him before the wooden doors closed on the scene in the hall.

Calime tried to pull her arm from the guard's grip, but his hand was tight. Her eyes wandered as they walked by large cathedral windows looking out on a deep blue sky. She could see smoke near the mountains. "Where are you taking me?" she asked quietly, trying not to meet the eyes of the people they passed. Their expressions were nothing short of distasteful.

"The Captain of Gondor has called for you," he repl Whe When she asked why, the guard's expression turned irritated. "It would be wise for you to hold your tongue, elf. The Captain has less patience than I."

It was a long walk up to the fourth level where the King and Stewards of Gondor took residence. Calime made an effort to cover her ears with her hair, but the people of Minas Tirith still seemed to know that she was an outsider. Vaguely Calime wondered when such hatred towards elves had been discovered.

By the time they had walked across the courtyard, Calime's breath was ragged. Her clothes were heavy with dirt and she was exhausted from their journey. The guard pulled her up the stairs and into the hall, and Calime's eyes immediately fell to the man sitting in the lone throne at the end of the room.

"My Lords," said the guard, bowing, "I apologize for the delay."

Calime's eyes darted to Boromir, who stepped out from behind a pillar. "Did you need to kill him?" he asked, and she tensed at the mention of Legolas.

"Nay, the female came willingly." Calime blushed slightly as she lowered her eyes. It had not entered her busy mind what plans they had for her, but she soon began to wonder when Boromir's gray eyes surveyed her form.

Taking a deep breath, seeing no other option, Calime raised her eyes to the King and spoke. "My Lord, is there chance that you will hear me speak? I wish to ask you questions as to why we are here."

"She does not know her place," came a voice from the far side of the room. A fair-haired man stood there, someone who Calime did not see and had not seen before. He wore a uniform similar to Boromir's.

"She will." Boromir's eyes did not leave hers as he smiled.

Aragorn had not spoken. With pleading eyes, she looked up at him and hoped she wasn't overstepping her bounds. "Please, my Lord. Will you not hear me out?"

Aragorn sighed and tilted his head, looking at her as though she were a child. "You are not here to negotiate, my lady. You are but a reward for my Stewards."

Calime felt her blood run cold. "What?" she whispered, her face ashen. Even with Boromir's stares, she had not considered this would become a reality.

"Elves are of no use locked in a room. Feel privileged you have been chosen as a prize and not put to work in the mines." Aragorn's eyes turned to the man against the wall. "You have not yet met Faramir, Boromir's brother. If he approves of you, you will go with him as well."

Shaking her head, Calime tried to pull from gua guard's grip. "You cannot do this," she said as Boromir approached. His eyes were hungry, and she felt her body go numb. "Please, don't do this."

Boromir gripped her upper arm and yanked her away from the guard. Using all her strength, she jerked from him and tried to run, but he was too fast. His hands found her again and this time they held tighter.

"Lord Aragorn, please don't do this. We have done nothing to you." Calime's eyes were wide with fear, but he only smiled down on her.

Aragorn nodded to Boromir, who pulled Calime along out of the hall. He was rough as he dragged her down the hall, his hand causing her arm to ache. Faramir, she noticed, had not followed.

"You will regret this," she said, looking up at the man holding her. He glanced at her but said nothing, stopping in front of a carved wooden door and turning the handle. Boromir pushed her inside, letting her go as he locked the door behind him.

Calime rubbed her arm softly as she looked around. It was a private room, with chairs and clothes strewn on them. The blinds were drawn shut on the windows.

She looked back at Boromir, watching him as he began to take off his armour. He paid her no attention, and she found that frightening. Darting her eyes around the room, she looked for anything she could use for a weapon. Her stomach sank when he spoke. "I wouldn't do anything foolish. You are not so important that you cannot be replaced."

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, knowing it could not get any worse, "What has happened here that has taken the honour of Men?"

His eyes blazed when he looked up. "The honour of men? What of the honour of elves? Does your kind have so little compassion tyou you cannot see what destiny you have left men?"

He blamed elves. She didn't know how to respond. "I am sorry, but your fate is not tied to us. Our time is over." She stood a little straighter, hoping to appear brave instead of afraid. "Hurting me will not change things."

Boromir laughed, a sound that caused Calime to shake. "You are right, my lady, things will not change. That is understood." He approached, his eyes hunting her. "I will attempt to take what I can, now that Gondor is alone in this. You are my first prize."

He reached out to touch her face, but Calime slapped his hand back. He did not react well, she noticed, when his palm met the side of her face in a forceful slap.

Reeling, Calime stumbled back and held a hand to her cheek. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin. "First, you need to learn a little respect," he said, advancing towards her. Calime stepped back and fell against a table, allowing him to grab her arms and yank her forward. "I will not tolerate disobedience."

Calime could feel her eyes start to water. She didn't want to cry in front of him, didn't want to give him that satisfaction. As her eyes filled with tears, though, she didn't think she could stop it. "Please stop," she whispered, not being able to think clearly enough to say anything more.

Boromir let go of her arm and grabbed her face, holding it steady as he studied her. She watched his eyes as they lingered on her lips. "You're filthy," he said, smudging the dirt on her face. He seemed to consider something, then let go of her face as a smile tugged on his lips. "On your knees."

"W-What?" she breathed, shaking her head. His eyes turned hard.

"I will not dirty myself by touching you. You will do as I say, and then you will bathe." He moved Calime a pace away from him, then pressed on her shoulder. "On your knees. Or I will force you down."

Calime felt her knees drop to the floor. He let go of her as she lowered, and she stared at the floor, her hands bracing her up. She felt as though she was goin fal fall apart.

The sounds of Boromir opening his pants caused her to flinch. Each random movement brought this so much closer to happening. She didn't look up when the sounds ceased, but she saw him step closer to her.

"Do not keep me waiting," he said, nudging her leg with his foot, "I'm sure you know what to do. Bring that pretty mouth up here, elf."

Tears streaked down Calime's face as she looked at the floor. She knew this was going to happen, one way or another, but she could not bring herself to do it willingly. Boromir's hand touched her head, gripping a handful of hair and pulling her up. She whimpered in pain as he positioned her to his liking.

"Open your mouth," he breathed, yanking hard on her hair. Clenching her eyes shut, trying to hold back her crying, she allowed her mouth to open slightly as he pressed himself to her lips. Taking advantage, Boromir jerked her head forward and Calime felt herself nearly choke at the intrusion. "Good girl," he hissed, closing his eyes slightly. Calime used her hands to brace herself against his hips as he began maneuvering her forward and back, pleasuring himself with her mouth.

Calime couldn't open her eyes. She could taste him so strongly, but did not want to bring herself to see what was happening. Hoping it would end soon enough, she allowed him to thrust into her mouth while she concentrated on keeping herself still.

Every breath he took rang in her ears, while each rough movement threaten to cause her to choke. He moved smoothly in and out of her and soon the grip on her hair began to tighten. She knew he was nearly his peak when his thrusts became more seeking and he jerked her up higher, massaging himself against her tongue.

Calime whimpered. She didn't want to taste him anymore than she had to, but knew he would soon spill into her mouth. When he groaned out, though, he let go of her hair and pulled himself away from her lips, choosing instead to climax on her clothing.

She breathed heavily, not looking at him as he finished his pleasure and did up his clothes. He left her in the centre of the room, walking over to his cloak and pulling it around his neck. "I want you clean by the time I get back," he said, his voice low, "If you are not, I will get a few of the guards up here to bathe you for me."

Calime jumped when the door slammed shut behind Boromir. Not able to keep quiet any longer, she collapsed on her hands and began to cry.

*

TBC

Elf-Speak:
Melethon-le. - I love you.