The Fallen
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She awoke with a headache when her body jarred violently.
arms. Vana groaned as her senses
began to filter in all sorts of unpleasant things. Her clothing was soaked, her dark hair plastered to the
sides of her cheeks. She felt
heavy and dizzy as the one bearing her put her down and shoved her.
into a puddle of mud. There she
opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings.
They were within a courtyard of stone and ahead was a great, black
door. There was a faint sense of
renewal that had been tarnished by darkness once more.
were touched of corruption.&;
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Without having been here before she reasoned where this must be.
glimpse of where they had taken Boromir, but there was no sign of him.
Prince Eldarion’s presence was painfully apparent. They must have awakened him as well, for suddenly a cry
filled the air. Vana blinked the
rain from her eyes and fought her way to her feet, trying to get to him.
down, pointed towards the citadel.
“Get them in there. The
Prince will want to inspect them.”
“Yeah, yeah.” A hand stopped
her from getting to the little prince.
Dark eyes glittered without mercy or care, boring down into her own.
Vana lifted her head in defiance, but couldn’t put much into a fight.
her weapons and her arms around her bacpan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
So when they pushed her towards the citadel she didn’t fight it.
her, nor the prince, so she would not encourage them to just yet.
For her question the one carrying Eldarion, who was ahead, turned and raised
his hand. Before she could react
he backhanded her, sending her to the mud. “If the Prince sees fit to tell you, he will, whore.
Her head exploded in a round of new and terrible pain.
herself to look up. Eldarion
stared back over the shoulder of his captor with wide, frightened blue
eyes. Two hands closed about her
shoulders, picking her up and pushing her forward again.
The thunder rolled heavily, evidence of a storm that had been well
underway. She must have been
unconscious for hours, she estimated as she was taken from the cold into the
inside. Within it was nicely
decorated, warm and friendly if cold.
It did not bear the dark touch a place of evil would be expected, but
neither was it wholesome. People
seemed to regard her coldly as she was taken through the main hallway to a
stairwell. “Move,” her captor
growled, pushing her onto the stairs.
Each step jarred her headache, causing her to groan in pain, but she did not
allow herself to falter. Up a few
flights sep separated she and Eldarion, causing her to steel herself and
ignore the pain. “Where are you
taking him?” she demanded, jerking away from the one holding her.
chest-first against the wall, turning her head away as the other man carried
the baby off.
When both man and child disappeared the dark one holding her jerked her back
and shoved her onwards. She turned
to see if she could catch any trace of where they had gone, but there was
nothing. “The Prince of Gondor
isn’t your concern,” her captor hissed, pushing her forward.
They came to a door that he unlocked and forced her into.
the bare essentials and some scarce decorum.
through her stomach. She prepared
herself to fight to the death if necessary, only feeling the need increase as
he shoved her onto the soft surface.
His dark eyes watched her a moment and her breath caught in her
chest. He laughed at her fear,
then exited without another word.
The tension of that moment seemed to bleed away, at least partly.
exhaled, glaring at the ceiling.
She was uncomfortable and cold, drenched and hurting.
her mind. Why had they brought
them? By what she had heard she
assumed that they had been after Eldarion, but why? If Minas Ithil had indeed been reclaimed he dhe darkness of
Sauron, then that could only mean its caretaker had been killed.
She closed her eyes and shifted uncomfortably, cursing the ties around her
wrists. The flesh there stung,
having been cut by the thin ropes.
She was drifting and before long slhad had claimed her again, but it did
not remain. Fifteen or so minutes
passed before her door being opened woke her up. Pulling herself out of sleepy haze, Vana sat up and looked
for her intruder.
He was silent, watching softly, his head tilted and a smile touching his
lips. A thrill passed through her,
looking at so beautifulace ace wearing so dark a countenance.
and sat down, causing her to shift away from him. “Why am I being held here?” she asked softly, not sure what
was going on here.
Stretching forth his hand, he brushed the wet hair away from her neck,
smoothing along the damp skin until it was draped down her back.
he replied in a whispery way that made her shiver. Moving his fingers along her skin, he reached for the clasp
at her throat and undid it. Her
cape loosened and fell away from her shoulders to the bed.
Vana pulled herself away from him, conscious of the intensity of his eyes as
he watched her. He was bating her
and she would not allow it. “What
have you done to Lord Boromir?” she asked instead.
her. “He was hit quite hard.”
When his hand moved towards her again she flinched, trying to decide what to
do about this situation. Acting
rashly could see dire consequences, but neither would she submit to domination
if that was what he was planning.
He was an Elf, though, no matter what had befallen him.
terrible harm. It was not in his
nature. As it was, he was merely
taking her sopping cape from the bed.
He stood, shaking the article of clothing and sprinkling the floor with
rain droplets. Vana watched him as
he fumbled with it, his face tilted down, but those dark eyes of his rising to
meet hers. Looking away, she
scooted towards the edge of the bed and stood up. “I don’t suppose you would untie me,” she grunted, not sure
what to expect.
She jumped when the wet cloak hit the floor with a distinct, wet thud.
that. You understand I cannot have
you roaming my city freely and while your door will remain locked, I do not
trust you to remain behind it. I
recall my kin are very resourceful.”
He laughed lightly and she looked as he approached with a wistful
expression. “It has been long
since I have seen one of my own.
Daily I am surrounded by the Men that King Aragorn entrusted me to care
for and while they are an interesting diversion, I find you…more
interesting. I count myself
fortunate you were among Eldarion’s guardians.”
“Where is he?” she asked him, looking for his reply without flinching back
from the irritation she saw momentarily cross his features.
“Hurt him?” Legolas finished with an upturned eyebrow.
that, now would he?”
Vana frowned at the Elf before her, growing more ill at ease with this
situation. “Then why have you taken
him from his mother and father?”>
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His answer rattled her to the core.yes"> She wanted to shrink away from him, for it pained her to see
an Elf behave as he was. And it
made her angry, too.&n"> “Come now,
archer. Surely you can guess at
the nature of my master.” He paced
around her, moving to stand before her, his eyes trailing down her.
make you comfortable.” an>Han>He smoothed
a wet lock of hair behind her ear.
“Don’t,” she said sharply, mo her her head away.
Legolas inhaled and folded his hands behind his back, pacing again, this
time stopping behind her. It made
her vastly uneasy, but she would not betray weakness and start from him like an
mal.mal. “I have d ond one of the
young ladies of the court to bring you a few of her dresses until I can have
something made, of course. I
expect there will be some nightclothes as well.” He paused in reflection. “Your clothes are filthy. Those brutes are over-eager to mistreat my guests.
“Indeed you shall,” Vana retorted, not liking his pretty talk.
some gracious host. She began to
turn to tell him just that, but paused when warmth molded to her back.
up and resting them against her shoulders. Tensing herself, she took a step away, but he would not allow
her to escape, pulling her back.
He drew her hair back, twisting it and wringing it out, then letting it fall
against her back as he went for her shoulders again. His fingers danced along the rim of her tunic, curling
around the neck of the fabric. Intensely
discomforted by that, she started to pull away again, but was startled when he
jerked the clothing and ripped it down her back. The air assailed her wet skin, causing her to shiver.
Hissing, “Do not touch me!” she turned away, glaring at his smiling face.
“Come now,” he soothed, coming near again. She bacawayaway from him, conscious of his confident
stare. “Surely you know you cannot
possibly match me, such as you are.
I am not going to harm you.”
Vana would not give in to his pretty words, nor his pretty face, no matter
that he was an Elf. “Tell me what
it is you want of me,” she demanded low, finding hef upf up against a wall in
short order.
His intense eyes became colored by irritation. “You are wet,” he observed coolly, eyeing her from head to
toe in such a way that made her want to be dry. “Perhaps Lord Elrond allows his home to be marred by the
subtle damage water can do to a floor…or to a bed, but I do not.”
Imladris, is it not?”
She drew her chin up proudly.
“I am among the honor guard to Lord Elrond.”
Legolas nodded slowly, moving closer in a subtle way that disarmed her
somewhat. “Indeed.
care if I am to keep you here.” At
her glare, he continued in a deceptively pleasant way.
now is not the time I fear. I
simply cannot let you and the Steward go.
You understand, don’t you?”
“I understand that one of my own kind was weak enough to fall prey to the
lies of Sauron,” she countered harshly, stepping back from him once more.
His expression did not change, nor did his pitch and tone, but within his
eyes a veil of darkness so deep she nearly looked away seemed to part,
revealing a dangerous nature.
“Quick is yourgue,gue, but slow your understanding.
enforced his presence. Against the
wall there was nothing she could do as he reached for her again, fingering the
shoulder of her clothes. His eyes
held a depth of sadness twas was strange for one so young as he.
to judge.”
Her breath seemed to be drawn shallow as she looked for any way to get out
of his grasp, but she was cornered and bound as she was could not do much
against him. He >He pulled a dagger
from his belt, making her need to be away all the more real.
a vain attempt at getting away, but his stern look made her think twice.
said,” he reprimanded in a melancholy tone as he began cutting away her
shirt. She struggled against him,
but he held her pinned until it fell from her to the floor.
“Then what are you going to do?”
Her tone was harsh and unforgiving as his eyes swept along her
chest. Her bra was thin and very
wet, a fine sheen of rain coated her skin, and it seemed to interest him more
than she cared to think. His
fingers danced down the arm strap, curving along the top of her breast until he
reached the center. Don&Don’t do
this.”
When he spoke his voice was scarce more than a whisper.
upon a woman of my kindred. I find
my eyes missing the visiorelyrely.”
Legolas gave a small laugh, looking down at her flesh, then back into
her eyes. “You tremble so.
the center, then moving to cut the straps. He removed it gently, tossing it away, then placed his hands
on her hips. “I have not the will
to harm you.”
He closed in on her, pressing his lips along hers, kissing softly and then
moving down. Vana struggled, but
he was stronger than she was and could do little against him.
encircling the moistened skin in a tender suck, she inhaled sharply and tried
to draw herself away as his hands pushed her leggings and underwear down.
and a sick feeling filled her.
Elves did not do this, they did not violate of their own kind, nor of
any other kind. But it was
happening and she could do nothing to stop it.
Straightening, Legolas placed his hands on either side of the wall to her
right and left, then forcedtherther kiss from her lips before he spoke
again. “Such a small indulgeI
aI
asked of you. Was it so
terrible?” He laughed at her blush
and the sound of his breath filler eer ears. Taking hold of her shoulder, he pulled her from her pants
and then let her go. Trying to get
a hold of her breathing, for it drew much attention, she watched as he bent
down, taking her clothing into his hands.
He carried it to the door, opened it and for a moment she was tempted to
bolt, but knew he would stop her and possibly put her in a more secure
position. He made her very
uncomfortable and she wanted him to leave, but when he closed and locked the
door again she felt herself tense up in expectation. He picked up on that instantly and watched her for a moment,
possibly reveling in her struggle with herself or perhaps taking offence.
feeling. “I have put you in a very
distressing situation, I see. It
bothers you to be naked before my eyes, but I promise if you are civil with me
I shall be with you.” He motioned
to the bed. “Sit.”
“I prefer to stand,” she told him dishonestly.&s"> The truth was sitting would offer her more cover, but that
he suggested it made her suspicious.
Legolas shrugged, folding his hands behind his back as he paced.
prevent it.” The cold way he said
it filled her with dread, but conceding his logic, she sat down, maneuvering so
her hair draped somewhat over her breasts. He seemed amused by the action, but said nothing.
been home. The shadow is falling,
is it not?”
Vana took a shaky breath and decided to play his little game, if it would
appease him until she could figure a way out of this. “The shadow is falling,” was all she saw fit to offer.
The Prince of Ithilien nodded, taking a seat on a bench at the end of the
bed. He reached out, tilting her
chin up so he could look into her face.
“Do not look so sullen. I
promise to be a gentleman, after all.
Tell me your name.”
She pulled her chin from his grasp.
“Vana.”
“Vana,” he repeatedstinsting the name.
“A beautiful name. Tell me,
Vana, what are your people doing?”
“Enduring,” she replied smartly, then sighed at his hardened expression. “They
endure as you know they must. He flitted from emotion to emotion so
quickly she did not know what to make of him. Whatever Sauron had done must have been terrible.
could see that much. “But surely you
must know what I am truly asking.
I know the Noldor fight now at the Grey Havens, but the battle will not
be one they can wipan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> What I want
to know is if they will come here to fight.”
She shook her head, unwilling to give away any important tactical
information. “I do not know.
Moving with a deliberate patience, watching his hand’s trail, he brushed his
fingertips along her jaw line and ear.
“You have eyes and ears.
You must know something.”
“Aye, I do know something.” His
dark eyes looked expectantly. “I
know they fight at the Grey Havens.”
For a moment by his expression she feared violence.
herself for the blow, but it never came.
At the last moment he seemed to remember himself and nodded.
benefit of the doubt. Do you know
anything of Lothlórien?”
Elessar. I am a guardian to Lord
Elrond’s person, not an advisor.”
“Then why is it you were with the Steward and the Prince of Gondor?” he
asked suddenly, watching her eyes for any sign of deceit.
tracing her ear.
A blush rose to her cheeks steadily, for reasons she could not
identify. “I was speaking with
Lord Boromir. It was he that was
caring for the prince. My being
taken was nothing more than an accident.”
He was silent a moment, taking her answer and weighing it.
thigh, touching there and she felt her skin crawl at how personal he was.
summarized, looking her over. “It
is a shame you could not provide me with any information, but I will make use
of you yet.” His hand slid down
her inner thigh and startled, she jerked away. The speed at which he was on the bed filled her with fear
that he would be violent as he climbed over her, forcing her back to the bed.
Beneath his straddle she squirmed, her arms aching at the strain of being
behind her. With a glare filled
with hatred she hissed, “You said you would not harm me!”
A dark laugh came from his lips and to her ears in a lustful sort of caress
that sent shivers through her. “It
does not have to hurt.” The light
of the torch near the door and the moon shining in from the window on the other
side combined with the shadows, making his eyes glitter with a mixture of
warmth and coldness. Just like his
manner, deivelively warm and chillingly cold. There were the beginnings of a whisper of ‘please’ on her
lips, but she bit them back, knowing it would do no good.
“But it does hurt,” she told him instead, trying to shake him with
truth. When he knit his brow, she
explained, “My arms.”
His smile was playful and amused as he drew his hand down her b.
submit?” She couldn’t answer th
not
not in the way that he wanted. He
nodded as if expecting that. “Of
course not.”
Vana growled in response, squirming and shaking, trying to get him off of
her. His smile began a dark frown
as he pressed her shoulders down and glared into her eyes.
invasive as he lingered above her.
“Ah, my dear, I love to see you struggle. Too long has it been since I have had a woman that would
tempt me so. The mortal women here
are young, they know nothing of the seductive charm in the hunt.
my beauty alone, but you…you I get to overpower and you have no idea how
desirable that makes you.”
“Does it?” she spat, trying to sit up, but failing beneath the weight of his
hold as he leaned over her, pressing kisses to her cheek and throat.
seemed only to enflame him, his hungry kissing only growing in intensity.
her eyes in disgust as his tongue lapped at her shoulder.
Laughing at that, Legolas sat up and looked dalmoalmost fondly.
manipulate me, meleth. So, you
wish to feed my lusts and fight me fairly?” He drew his hand down her hip and nodded.
As he got up off of her Vana’s mind raced, trying to find some way to get
out of thspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Legolas stood up off
the bed, opening his silken silvery shirt at the chest.
bed, taking her by the shoulders and easing her up. When he began to untie her she waited for the right
moment. Instead of allowing him to
dictate the terms, the moment she was free she would make her move and perhaps
take him by surprise.
The moment came. She felt the
ropes loosen and slip down her raw wrists. Moving quick she jerked one free and swung it around,
sending it into his cheek and knocking him back. She didn’t wait for him to react, getting to her feet and
racing for the doopan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> When she got
to it she found itked ked and frustrated, she slammed her hands against the
wooden surface. When she turned to
see what he was doing, the Prince of Ithilien was glaring at her in
fascination, rubbing his red cheek.
He motioned to her form absently.
“Would you truly wish to run out there as you are?
Elven women aside from Arwen. She
is otherwise occupied, but I am certain you would be no less interesting.”
Her eyes darted for any sort of weapon, but the room had been stripped bare
of anything of the sort. Now
Legolas was approaching, expression intent and hungry.
get around him, but he caught her by the waist and slammed her against the
door, raising his hand. When it
fell against her cheek she whimpered at the stinging pain, her eyes
watering. Without mercy in his
dark gaze he hit her again, then took her by the arms, slamming her up against
the wall again. “Is this fun?” he
hissed, then hit her again. “Do
you enjoy the challenge?”
Vana pressed her hands to his shoulders, pushing him away, but he kept
coming. Beneath her palms his skin
wasy way warm. He was too strong
for her, easily pinning her there against the door as he continued his
punishment. One good hit made
everything go black for a moment and she felt herself slide down, but he caught
her, holding her up. Dizzy and in
pain, she barely registered as he picked her up and carried her to the bed,
whispering, “Shhh. It’s all right
now, meleth. You’re learning an
important lesson and learning always costs.”
He laid her down and she batted her hands, trying to fend off any further
intrusions, weak attempts that did little good. He was moving and when she focused on the sound she realized
what he was doing—he was taking his pants off. Instantly she sat up, but her head spun at the act and she
couldn’t dart away as quickly as she would have liked.
her back down again. “You lost
tonight, meleth, but I see the challenge will be making you accept that this is
your life now.”
He ran his hand down her hip, smoothing along her thigh and curving
inward. As he separated her legs,
Vana tensed, knowing she could do nothing to stop this now.
her, positioning himself at her moist entrance. His hands pawed at her shoulders and his eyes devoured her
expressions as he thrust forward hard and fast. She squirmed and whimpered, gripping the sheets at the
unexpected pain his movement caused.
Legolas dropped his head in pleasure, taking a deep breath as he allowed
himself to enjoy the pleasure.
“You are so warm,” he purred, opening his eyes halfway, fixing an unfocused
watch on her face. His thumbs
traced her collarbone as he drew back slowly, then plunged forward again.
in her cries, but it was no easy thing.
His sharp intake of air filled her with loathing.
intently, then rolled into her again, harder this time, trying to reach the
deepest parts within her. He was
not gentle, nor did he display any remorse when she whimpered in pain, gripping
the sheets.
He brought his hand up, tracing his fingers over her lips softly as he
whispered, “Shh, now. You’re all
right, love.” He jerked forward
again, placing his mouth over hers, easing her lips apart as she cried out
again, as if he were tasting her pain.
She felt him smile against her lips just before taking advantage of her
state to force his tongue in, caressing it against hers.
Vana tried to turn her head to be rid of his invasive kiss, but he would
hear nothing of it, taking her face in his hand. He held her firm, darting his tongue against hers as he
thrust hard and swift for his own pleasure. Whatever he said of not hurting her, he did not care
now. She felt as though she were
being torn in two; her thighs ached from the way he drove forward, keeping them
apart. He groaned into her mouth,
the pleasure rising in his movements.
His hands slid down her shoulders to the bed, bracing him as he rocked
again and again, devouring her moans of pain.
Unconsciously she raised one of her hands, pressing it against his shoulder
as if it would ease what he was doing to her, but it did not deter his
speed. Smoothing along her tongue
and lips, he removed himself from her mouth and rested his forehead against
hers, breathing hot whispers of lust into her ear. She gave a hard push against his flesh and he noticed,
reaching for her .
he took her wrist and held it beneath his hand, causing her to groan at the
pressure.
“Stop this,” she breathed, not really believing he would, but desperate for
an end to this pain. Each wave of
his rolling weight pressed her firmly against the mattress.
so terrible.
Legolas did not let up on her and in fact became that much more enticed by
her pleading. He slid his hand
down her hip, grasping hard, only to move on down her thigh.
forced it up and drove forward with a needy thrust that made her arch her back
at how deeply he entered her.
Pulling almost completely out of her, he did it again and this time she
cried out loudly. Instead of
shaming him, he only laughed lightly, fondly almost as he continued his
terrible assault.
Leaning his face near her ear, he said in a throaty voice touched with “I hate this,” she hissed, blinking her eyes as tears trickled from His hips probed and prd atd at her until he won a gasp of unwanted Vana moved her head from side to side, groaning lightly at the onslaught of His breath ragged, Legolas brushed her hair from her face and smiled down at The burning sensation she felt rushing through her, stabbing at her abdomen “Look at me,” he commanded, his tone cold, if tired. Vana had not the strength to take another beating, so she obeyed in that That said, Legolas jerked himself out of her body, ignoring her whimper as Once he was clothed, he stalked out, slamming the door behind her. * “You know something, Elf, I don’t believe I’ve ever liked you.” Legolas paced before him with a smirk tilting his lips. Looking to the side with a huff, Boromir shook his head before turning “As you wish it,” the cool voice replied in a voice barely above a The Steward’s reply was simple. Legolas folded his hands before him, watching with grave, dark eyes. “Vana? Who is that?” The Elf smiled. “Do you jest or Boromir frowned impatiently. “No, “The archer who was with you, speaking with you so I was told.” The Steward cursed. Running a “…so is Prince Eldarion,” Legolas finished. He laughed lightly, considering the Steward with “Why?” The Mirkwood Elf shrugged. “Why “Your master,” Boromir scoffed, crossing his arms. His words caused the Elf to cock his head, his eyes alight with a confidence “You will not buy me,” the Steward responded coldly. Legolas laughed at him. “No, I * Shadows chased within the dim as morning dawned. The serenade was startled by a raven suddenly taking flight and the The trees continued in a labyrinthine fashion until she was certain if Without having to understand she knew she should back away and did He followed her in hot pursuit; she could hear his heavy boots cutting Water like a deluge saturated everything, pasting her dark hair to her For a momehe lhe looked away, finding the vision troublesome. Forgotten, the form following her had stopped to watch from the gate, but Though unseen she knew she had not lost him. She rushed up to the final level of Minas Tirith, past the She awoke smothered and gasped, thrashing until she nearly fell from the Stumbling from the bed, she padded through the darkness to the washroom Reaching into the basin, she drew up the chilled water within and splashed Sighing, she headed towards a vanity on the other side of the room. He paid her tense stance no mind as he leaned down, drawing her hair back
desire, “Ah, love, there will come pleasure from this pain, if you will but let
it.” He slowed down, moving in
such a way that his hardness caressed against her sensitive spots.
effective despite the aching she felt elsewhere. “Mm, you like that.
I can tell.” His
soft-spoken voice sent thrills through h/p>
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them.
pleasure. Without mercy he
continued moving inside her in that same way, reveling in the way she
shivered. “You will come for me.”
this new sensation he caused her, affirming, “Never!”
her with a look of confidence.
“Never is far too certain a word, love.” Jerking her already strained thigh even further back, he
began thrusting hard again, intent on his own pleasure.
then bit at her shoulder roughly, “you will submit, if I must do this a
thousand times, you will submit!”
each and every thrust became a blur as he continued riding her hard.
pleasure over her own cries of pain, but when he filled her with his essence
and stopped, she knew it, for the room became deathly quiet save his sated
panting. For a long time she lay
there with her eyes closed, not wanting to see him, not wanting to admit to
herself this was anything more than a terrible dream. But as his hands smoothed over her breasts, squeezing and
pawing, she could not hold back the reality of it. There was nothing she could do to take this back.
much. His golden hair tumbled down
the sides of his face as he looked into her eyes. For a moment that was all they did, but too soon he
interrupted the peaceful silence again.
Gripping her shoulders hard enough to bruise, he said in low, dark
tones, “You will submit to me.”
His eyes swept over her flushed form and his voice rose terribly,
causing her to tense in surprise as he continued harshly, “Though you shriek
inside, loathing the very breath you take, I will have you begging for me to
fuck you! The darkness wil a
a
drug you hate, but cannot resist.
I promise you that.”
he got up and threw his clothes on.
He said nothing to her, but was not shy in looking.
avoid his baleful glare. This
sudden rage directed at her truly frightened her more than being raped
had. She knew of the way it was in
war. Even Elven women were not
immune to such vile darkness as that, but this…she knew not how to deal with
this. What had caused such a dark
fury to surface? Surely he could
not expect her to want this.
Never before had she seen an Elf act so violently.
twisting closed once more filled her with dread. But his being gone brought her some small comfort.
the covers and nestled beneath the warmth, too tired to contemplate escape just
now.
leaned against the bars, his weight on one foot that was before the other and a
hard glint to his hazel eyes. He
eyed the Prince of Ithilien with a certain amount of distaste.
too. He bore the prince’s glare
without flinching, however. “I
knew Elves meddled, but I did not know they could sink this low.”
assure you,” he replied low, then continued on, “but that can be remedied.”
back. “What do you want, Elf?
into it, shall we?”
whisper. “Tell me what you know of
Aragorn’s plans.”
“No.”
course. His approach was not
entirely expected, however. “Vana
said the same thing,” he replied.
the game was.
are you truly a fool?”
I simply don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
upraised brow.
hand through his hair, he said, “So that is her name. If she is here, then that means…”
amusement. “Truly, I had expected
you to catch on to things a little quicker, for a man of your station.
the kidnapping?” Boromir glared
and the Elf grinned. “No, human,
the world does not revolve around you.
I have both the woman and the child in safe keeping.”
else? My master wishes a certain leverage
in dealing with the King of Gondor.
I provided that.”
you may as well do what you think is necessary.”
that Boromir steeled himself against.
He would not be frightened like a child into giving in, servant of
darkness or not. Never in all his
years had he given in to torment.
“So certain are you that you can withstand? You are a soldier, a warrior at heart.
very tolerant of pain. But what if
that is not what I offer?”
do not guess that you will.”
emerald and pale azure, the air touched by gentle jasmine flowers that had shut
out the world some hours passed.
Her feet were clothed only by the dirt beneath them and her hair was
garlanded by white blossoms, so fragile that a breeze sailing by carried off
some of the petals. She looked to
the forest, beyond the ageless trees into the misty darkness they concealed,
drawn by an unfathomable force and a voice. It was soft, barely a whisper, singing a sorrowed melody
that seemed only for her. Her
heart seemed to beat faster at the sound of it, breaking only to call out in
answer again to the desire the voice held. There was something about it that frightened her, but she
could not fight the want to seek it out.
movement drew her vision to a path leading away from the open garden where she
was waiting. Forsaking where she
had been, Vana took to the pathway, entering into the dense forest.
got from the edge of the trees, but the song grew louder and more urgent.
wise. But the voice was so soft,
so pure. She found herself moving
before she was even aware.
she tried she could not find her way back. By now the darkness outweighed the light, filling her with
more dread than desire. A breeze
traveling through the brush chilled her to the core, picking up until her hair
was free of flowers. She whipped
around, watching the last of the petals flutter to the cold earth below.
sight of something moving in the trees, a shade in a black cloak that watched
from beneath a hood that hide his face from her.
so. long, uncomfortable moment hung in the balance between them.
tempting herself to make the first move.
He held her in a gaze she could not break from, not until the first drop
of a sudden storm fell upon her face.
Thundolleolled in the distance and moved into action, she turned and
bolted down the narrow road.
into the ground beneath her, his whispering laughter trailing like a
hound. She was not one to run
away, she was an Archer of Rivendell, part of the Honor Guard to Lord Elrond
himself. Not many foes could drive
her from the fight, but this one frightened her for reasons she could not even
fathom. It was a terror like a
thorn-filled vine surrounding her heart and she could not move fast enough to
escape him.
face. Stomping through puddles,
the water rushing from her feet, she searched in desperation for some way out
of this terrible place. Too soon
she found what she was looking for, only it was no safe haven.
beyond a misshapen gate. Ivy had
long overtaken the doors and windows.
From beneath the trees she had not seen what loomed above, but as she
entered into the dead city she saw above the mountain this place had been build
into.
sight to behold. The rain that
fell so liberally and soothingly seemed as blood when it hit the cracked and
chipped stones beneath her feet.
It was a virtual river and she drew her foot up, but it was already too
late. It wept down her skin
already.
would not let his presence go unknown now that the terrible reality was sinking
in. His boots scraped along the
wet brick as he moved and Vana turned to see him coming for her.
and it went unanswered. Without
waiting she began for the stairwaat wat would lead her higher.
white tree and courtyard, into the great entrance that had been forced open and
left on its hinges. What she saw
within halted her. Lord Elrond lay
in a pool of blood, his armor glistening in the bare light that entered the
door. King Aragorn was not far,
surrounded by a dozen or so guards.
Dread filled her and she turned away, into the arms of he who had
pursued her. A dark laugh rumbled
from beneath his hood as he turned her around, hissing, “Look!”
bed. With a sharp intake of air
she sat up, smoothed her hair back and gathered her composure.
moments of terror as they bled out of her system and were replaced by confusion
and dread. Vana bit her lip,
pushing back the blankets that covered her, feeling that to try and sleep would
be press her more than she could bear right now. Her adrenaline had rushed and she was too awake to lie back
down.
where a single candle burned on the basin. It was enough to illuminate her features.
how tired she appeared. It could
all be summed up with this dread and blindness. She knew nothing of what was going on outside.
days, leaving her alone in this room, having meals brought.
her dream had not been what she would consider a suitable distraction.
her face, rubbing her cheeks and hair with it, reveling in the feel of it.
room, she wondered too what had become of Eldarion and Boromir.
strap to her gift of a nightgown up her bare shoulder.
that suggested Legolas had had a hand in picking it out.
not deny the chance to be clothed.
Glaring at her reflection, she exited the washroom and looked at the bed
without any real inclination to go there.
with the standard trees that adorned anything Gondorian.
sitting there, running it through her dark hair in content until she saw a
flash of movement in the mirror.
From the shadows he came, his hair seeming to glow in the moonlight that
came like silvery beams from the window.
Prince Legolas had a soft, faraway expression as he approached.
handle when he came to stand behind her.
and letting it tumble to her back.
His hands feo heo her shoulders, squeezing and then rubbing in a gentle
rhythm that filled her with dread.
Giving her a warm smile, he watched her expression in the mirror for a
moment, then let his eyes travel to her skin as he eased one of the straps of
her gown halfway down her arm.
“The nightmares have begun,” he surmised, stroking her arm and shoulder.
His voice hardened some. “It
begins that way. It is the
intimate seduction into his hold.”
Vana knit her brow, glaring at his reflection. “Thank you for letting me know. Now I’ll be sure to now allow myself to become seduced.”
At that Legolas laughed, his eyes glowing as he leaned closer, his breath
hitting her neck. His hand stilled
on her shoulder and she looked at the silvery fabric that touched his
fingers. “Meleth, the seduction
cannot be avoided, I am afraid.
You do not know how long I fought.
How hard I fought.”
“You were weak,” she spat back at him, crossing her arms as he began
smoothing the straps of her gown further.
His fingers dug into her skin as he laughed darkly in her ear, then inhaled
the scent of her hair. “Weak?
of Aragorn.&nbYou think following
him into that quest was simple? I
saw the Ring daily for weeks before my company and I were split.
do you comprehend the mind of Sauron.”
He darted his tongue out against her ear, running it up to the point and
she tilted her head down to shield herself from him. He sighed and continued on, a smile touching his mouth.
some sting of terror somewhere deep within that cold exterior of yours.”
Vana reached back, pushing his hand away from her. “Your guess would be off its mark.”
his presence with his hands on her again.
“Where is Eldarion?”
“He is well,” Legolas answered, fingering the straps of her gown.
one go and ran his hand up her exposed back, then stopped at the back of her
throat. Quite suddenly he pushed
her down to the table. Her hands
flew up, pressing against the cool surface in some effort to get up, but he was
too strong. Turning her head, she
tried to establish some sort of stronghold, but the chance fled her.
from under her and she nearly fell, but his strength kept her up painfully.
suddenness of the movement.
“When this is done you will spend the rest of your days in the Halls of
Mandos,” she growled, shoving herself up hard. She won free for a moment, but swiftly found herself held
down again.
Legolas brushed her hair off of her face, then started by pushing the straps
down her arms. “I may see Mandos,”
he agreed, taking her wrist with his free hand. He bent her arm until she whimpered in pain, then stopped
struggling. Straightening her arm,
he ripped the strap down and off, then moved to take the other one.
meleth.”
Angered, Vana found strength enough to win free of his terrible hold.
hoping he had left it open. Her
heart nearly leapt when she saw it ajar.
Darting for the handle, she grabbed it and pulled, seeing the torch lit
hallway tantalizingly beyond.
Outside there were no guards to stop her from freely running, so she
bolted, hearing him behind her. He
was laughing and the sound of it chilled her.
Ahead she saw a wall with a window exposing the crimson and purple skyline
outside. Stars glittered in and
she felt trapped from them. Even
if she managed to evade him, what would she do? Leave Eldarion and Boromir to their fates, find a way to
escape and run? The sounds of his
footfalls pounding behind her incitana ana to put that kind of planning
off. The here and now called for
her escape, nothing more.
Stairs at the left beckoned her attention and she raced down them, her
adrenaline rushing as she listened to him fall in right behind her.
you!” His shout echoed in the
lavish hallways, chasing her, nipping at her heels.
Ae boe bottom of the stairs she saw two guards, who startled at her
appearance. They moved to block
her passage and she momentarily despaired, but could not give in now.
to bypass them.&n Her training won
out against them and she managed, taking off behind them.
command as he breezed by. “She
won’t get far.”
As she darted through the many halls she realized he could be very
right. He was just as quick as she
was and could gain easily if she faltered once. Turning left at a dim intersection, she saw herself coming
into a long hallway with a door at the end and more guards.
quickly, then made for a doorway nearby.
She turned the handle and entered, slamming it behind her, then whirled
around. It was a library, dark
save for the light of the outside.
She moved blindly through the dim, seeking a place to hide, ducking
behind a bookcase just in time as the door opened again.
corners, the evidence of a torch having been brought into the room.
against the hard marble floor.
“Where are you, meleth?” Legolas breathed, his voice a whisper that caressed
the shadows. He was getting
closer. “You know that when I find
you I will tear through your sweet flesh like a knife through silk.
She doubted his intentions concerning that, so said nothing, afraid that she
was not going to get out of this.
Spotting another passage through the book cases, she tiptoed with the
stealth of her kind, not making a sound.
His footsteps came nearer, then paused and she recognized that he was
listening for her. Unconsciously
Vana held her breath, moving slowly away from where she had heard him stop.
“You think you have a chance,” he whispered, sounding almost mournful.
She crept around another corner, conscious that she couldn’t hear him
anymore. Searching for his
torchlight, she spotting the fs nes near the doorway. He had left it and could be anywhere now.
towards the end of the case towards the doorway, wondering if she could sneak by.
her tension increased until she stopped completely and waited, listening
intently. Not a sound betrayed
him.
Holding her breath, she took a chance and stepped out, preparing for the
worst.&s"> Nothing happened.
door. Not two steps later she
heard his movement and bolted, grabbing the handle to open the door
further. this time, slamming his hand against the door, shutting it hard.
wooden surface with his body, reaching for her wrists.
“Let go of me!” she hissed, squirming in his arms, trying to escape his
hold. It was a doomed hope from
the beginning she realized. Though
she would not submit to this willingly.
She did not care what he thought or said. She would give in neither to him nor to the will of
Sauron. Not if she had to die to
prevent it.
Legolas would not let her go.
His hand slid up her back softly, finding the base of her neckline and
holding her hard as he gripped the straps of her gown and jerked them from her
shoulders. She struggled hard to
keep her nightgown over her, but a swift, hard twist of the arm had her
whimpering in pain and he used the chance to pull the straps from her wrists.
a puddle around her feet, leaving her completely bare before him.
Vana grit her teeth feeling the cold, hard surface of the door pressing into
her chest. He moved his hand down
to the center of her back between her shoulder blades, holding her firm until
she ached at the sheer force. She
pressed her hands against the door and pushed, but to no avail.
His breath came against her neck as he rained kisses along her bare
shoulder. “No, meleth, I will
never let you go.” His free hand
smoothed along her hip, then curved to rub rhythmically up and down one side of
her behind. His teeth grazed
against her skin, then sank down hard enough to make her wince and tighten her
fists. His hand stilled against
her as he bit hard, then lapped at her skin as if it would stay her pain, only
to do it again. “Does it hurt, my
love?”
“Not enough,” she growled through grit teeth, pushing against the door
again. He shoved her back against
it harshly, then hit her back with his fist. She closed her eyes, biting back any sound she might make
that would serve as a sign of her will faltering.
Legolas laughed darkly into her ear, sending his tongue against her
skin. She moved trn hrn her head
away from his invasive kiss and he pressed in with all the more fervor until
she could acutely hear his breathing.
It seemed deafening in the quiet as he resumed touching her.
curved in towards her abdomen. His
fingers ran gentle circles around her belly button that brought flutters to her
stomach. When they made the trip
down her belly to the heat between her thighs she swallowed, trying to keep him
out.
He kicked at her ankles hard until she was forced by instinct to separate
them. Satisfied, he moved until
his fingers found their destination.
He forced them within the warmth, rubbing without care for her comfort,
teasing her and hurting her at the same time until the tide of her desire was
set free. Dipping into her wetness
Legolas smoothed his fingers inside her until he was satisfied.
shaky and cold.
Grabbing for, her wrists, he drew them above her head and held them in
place. His body was intensely warm
against her, firm as she tried in vain a last time to get free.
her side and then left her as he reached between them.
she knew she could not stop this this time. She nearly doubled over when he forced himself up into her
sharply. The door kept her up and
trapped, forced to endure as he pulled back slowly, only to surge forward
again. His groan of desire, low
and deep, caused her heart to swim in turmoil as he stole pleasure from her.
His thrusts were intense and demanding, each roll pushing her into the door
again and again. Vana knit her
brow, resting it against the wooden surface as sweat began to bead on her
skin. “I’ll kill you,” she hissed,
trying to absolve some of the shame coursing through her.
violation.
Legolas drew her arms down, curling them into her chest as he sent kisses
along her shoulders. His arms
encircled hers, hands rubbing at hers as he desperately pulled her away and to
a nearby table. “Not enough,” he
murmured, kissing her cheek and then forcing her down.
her up until she was on her toes and he could restart his hard rhythm.
he rocked forward hard, causing her to claw at the table.
raggedly, his voice sounding strained against the bliss he was driving for.
Vana tried to curl into herself as some sort of shield against the pain,
closing her eyes and willing herself away from the here and now, but it was all
too present as the burning within increased. He took without regard, his movements harsh and
demng.
of me,” she assured him, meaning every whispered word.
forth when he dug his fingers into her hip, holding her writhing still against
his movements. “Never again.”
He surged forward hard, groaning as the edge of his pleasure came bearing
down on him. “You’re wrong,” he
breathed, petting her gently. He
stopped, breathing hard, teasing himself against her. Abruptly he grabbed her hard again, winning a whimper of
pain as his fingers bruised her skin.
His jaw clenched, he hissed, “It will happen again,” he thrust roughly,
“and again.”
He drove into her full force, lifting her feet off the floor with each roll
until he cried out, then collapsed on top of her. Vana lowered her feet to the ground, reaching up to wipe her
tears away. He was heavy on her,
reaching his hand around to pull her hair off of her so he could kiss her
skin. He rested his hand on her
shoulder warmly, nuzzling into her skin and leaving behind kisses.
spoke against her ear, “I gave you such fine things. Love, I am a being of night. I revel in pain now when once…” He trailed off with a break in his speech, then continued
on. “But I gave you a fine room
and beautiful things and what did you give me? Grief.”
Too tired to deliver a scathing statement, she contented herself with
watching the flames of the torch dance.
“What of it?” she said softly, trying to find some sort of comfort from
beneath him.
He laughed at that, then stood up, taking her arms and urging her with
him. Her legs were unsteady and
she faltered, only to have his arms encircle her in support.
hands away and moved out of his grasp.
“What of it?” he repeated, watching her as he smoothed his hair
back. As she went for her
nightgown, he grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around.
appreciation for what you are.”
“What is that?” she asked sharply, trying to pull away.
He drew his hand back, then slapped her hard enough to drive her to her
knees. Holding her cheek, she
gazed up into a very cold expression as he replied, “You are a whore for my
pleasure. And you will learn to
show me proper respect.” She was
unprepared for his boot slamming into her arm and fallinge whe whimpered,
feeling pain stab through her sharply.
He did not give her time to recover, bending down and yanking her to her
feet. She could feel her arm was
not broken, but the pain was too terrible for her to fight him.
then shoved her down towards the garment on the floor, hissing, “Get dressed.”
Eager to have herself hidden, she carefully did as she was commanded.
her out the door and led her down the hall by the arm.
faces as she was drawn away from the library. She challenged them with her eyes, but it did nothing to
shame them from staring. In the
end she pulled her gaze away, sick of this entire place.
it for a while.
Only they weren’t going in the direction of the stairs.
to Legolas with a questioning glare.
His cold expression did not fade as they came to a large door with a
heavy lock on the face of it.
Ripping a chain from his belt, he went for a dark key and unlocked
it. “I think you should have a
taste of what it is like to live outside of my graces,” he explained, ushering
her into a dark landing inside the door.
He jerked a torch from the wall and pulled her down the stairs
quickly. The wood was harsh
beneath her feet, a rough surface where she guessed the boots of men and orcs
had trod heavily.
The winding staircase led them down into a dark, cold place that she
immediately recognized. Beyond a
guard with cool eyes and another door came a hall with cells on either side.
within were quiet, hidden as if time had beaten will out of their systems.
mere common criminals, all of them.
Their clothes were fine and some of bore the uniforms of Gondor’s
guards. There were a few women and
their children locked in with them.
“There are those that do not see things my way,” the prince said, noting
the direction of her gaze.
“So you get rid of them?” Vana growled, watching a young child with blue
eyes stare at her from beneath his mother’s protective arm.
Legolas shook his head with a smile.
“Nay, I do not get rid of them in this way. Those I give to the orcs to have fun with.”
hard to manage if you mistreat them, starve them. No, these are the ones I study or have hope for.”
The Rivendell Archer shook her head with a knit brow.
He looked into her eyes with that same softness that made her shiver in
loathing. Reaching for her cheek,
he ran the back of his fingers down her skin, then said, “Hope they can be of
service. I do not like to kill
needlessly.”
Vana pulled her face away from his touch and grunted incredulously.
generosity. It shows in their
forlorn expressions.”
That was the wrong thing to say to him. They came to another door that he shoved her against, chest
first. “You’ve tried my patience
to the very edge of endurance this night.
You are vexing me and I am a thorough punisher, you will find.
would like.” He let her go enough
that she moved away, expecting to be released, only to be shoved forward again.
A tense moment stood between them before he finally let her go, then jerked
open the door. He pushed her in
and here she saw fewer cells and tables with differing mechanisms on them.
averted her eyes to the floor and he laughed. “When we retook Minas Morgul from the Wraiths we found a few
interesting things down here. I
had wanted to burn them in my aversion to such devices, but it was never
done. Time forgot these cells
until…recently.”
She did not comment, not trusting herself to speak without angering him and
to end up on one of these racks was not something she cared to experience.
the room towards a small group of three cells, she resigned herself to the
knowledge she would spend an uncomfortable night down here, maybe more.
from the light of the torch she saw a form in one sitting on a wooden cot.
expression on his face. Boromir’s
eyes trailed down her form and she was intensely aware of how thin the gown
was. “I appreciate the thought
that went into this idea,” he snorted, “more than you know, but I hardly think
a chance at dalliance is worth my honor.”
Her cheeks burned at his comment and her eyes turned to ice.
Legolas opened the cell beside the Steward’s and ushered her in.
one, Steward.” His blue eyes
glittered in an almost melancholy way as he looked to Boromir.
sanctuary in your own time, as will she.
Sleep well. You will need
it.” Boromir seemed not to have
anything to retort to that and even if he had, Vana did not think the prince
would listen. He turned back to
her, watching her, weighing her with those sorrowed eyes.
you do not have my shield against the mind of Sauron…there will be nothing left
of you.&1;
(Rest well, love.)
Drawing herself away from the bars, she sank down on her cot and shook her
head at him. “Legolas, there is
nothing left of you. You
cannot protect me from anything.”
“You think that, but I believe you are wrong. But my protection comes with a price and that is
submon.
the cold, rock floor and as his figure faded out and the door slammed shut,
Vana leaned back against the wall and drew her knees up under her arms.
filled her when he spoke in such a way.
She hated that haunted look about his eyes that made her sad inside.
Movement nearby pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up, seeing his
form by the light of the flickering flames. Boromir turned from the doors and approached her side of his
cell, a curious glint in his eyes as he rubbed his chin absently.
them and looked down at her. “I
trust not all of your stay above was spent enjoying luxury,” he said
bluntly. “While I quite enjoy the
view, I’m more interested in information right now.”
Vana glared from over her knees at him, not breathing a word just yet.
and a frown painted across his lips.
He knit his brow and held her gaze for a moment, then retreated to his
own cot. Sinking onto it, he
smoothed his hair back and leaned against the cool wall.
arms. He sounded more sorry that
she was not being cooperative. She
grunted at his paltry offering and he smirked. “Fine. Keep
whatever you know to yourself. It
matters little. If you’re here to
stay we’re both likely to rot or be tormented to death.”
“I don’t know that much anyway,” Vana said, stretching her legs down the
length of her cot. The fine white
material of her gown had gotten dusty from walking in such a filthy place as
this.yes"> “Guards in assorted places, his general reason for our being
here, that his darkness runs deep, but nothing major. Most of the time I spent up there was locked in a room.”
Boromir let out an expansive breath.
“Most of the time I spent down here was locked in a room.
She looked at him a moment before answeriR“Of course he did.”
His expression hardened as he considered that, then softened up some.
even if he did not know what she had suffered. It did not go unnoticed and he became suddenly
uncomfortable, seeming to not know how to deal with whatever he suspected,
unwilling to confirm any suspicions.
A glance at her attire made her blush go even deeper.
his gruff exterior and for that she was grateful. “Did you tell him anything?” he questioned in a sharper tone
than he had planned. She saw that
much in his expression.
She replied in kind. “Of course
not!” He glared at her heated
tone, brows knit and jaw set. Vana
only lifted her chin defiantly.
“Did you tell him anything?”
The Steward leaned his head back again, tracing some spot on the floor
before him. “Yeah, I told him I’d
just as soon die than help him.
Then I told him to go fuck himself. Fool Elf.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked him coolly.
general ran deep.
He shrugged at her. “He is a
fool. If you do not think that you
are b..”
Pursing her lips, she leaned against the wall. Her tone lowered as she considered it.
Boromir gave her a pointed little look. “He was one of those that mistrusted my brother and myself,
thinking we would fall to darkness.
So much for the renowned Elvish endurance against evil.”
Annoyed, Vana searched herself for some scathing reply and came up with a
tender spot. “So much for the
endurance of your line. Do you
think I do not know of Denethor?
That he possessed and used a Palantir, then fell to darkness when
Aragorn returned to claim his throne?
You talk highly, but I know of your roots.”
That hit the spot she had been aiming for. He kicked the bars with his heavy boot, pointing a finger at
her. “Speak not of my father, you
Elven bitch, or Legolas will be the least of your worries.
pitiful kind.”
She smirked, continuing to taunt him.
“Threatened by the truth, human?
Was it not Isildur that could have ended this and yet did not?
“And what did your Elrond do about that?” Boromir retorted hotly, then
looked away. “Shut up, Elf.
There were quite a few more things she would have said to that, but bit them
back, tired of the bickering just now.
Curling her arms around herself, she closed her eyes, regretting the
cold, hard place that she had been brought to, but reveling in that Legolas was
gone. Her body was sore and the
sensations and sounds of the rape were still very vivid.
into a blissful, comforting sleep, but it would be no easy task.
Boromir did not add to it. His
quen wan was born of his gentler side, but it bothered her more than any
banter. “Are you all right?”
She didn’t look up at him, didn’t want to answer, but did anyway if only to
keep him from bothering her further.
“Yeah.” Her tone she hoped
would convey her want for quiet and he seemed to understand.
did it was filled with nightmares.