Strange Love
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,316
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape & My First fic with explicit Sex
Chapter: 3
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author’s note: ** is mind speech.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
He groaned in pain.
“What was THAT?” Elladan looked at his brother. “It felt like Mithrandir threw a lightning bolt against my head.”
“Don’t ask me, but it was most likely nothing.” Elrohir looked south, the direction of his home. “Shall we go home?”
“Why?” Elladan raised his eyebrow in perfect mimicry of their father. “There are still orcs around here, so there is still work to do.”
“I miss him… Why do you think the Valar cursed us like this?” Elrohir looked at his twin sadly. “I can’t bear it anymore, brother. Always to be near, yet never able to touch. Always having to watch my words, my actions. I tire of it.”
“We have no choice, brother. You know both we and he would be doomed if some one would find out.” Elladan slung his arm around his brother.
Elrohir wanted to answer when a voice came into their heads.
*Elladan! Elrohir!*
*Dearnaneth?*
*Yes, where are you?*
*About 24 miles north from Lothlorien… Why?*
*Did you not feel it?*
*That sudden splitting headache? Yes we did…*
*It was a call for aid. Issued by your father.*
*Ada!? What happened, Dearnaneth?*
*He was waylaid. By Yrch…*
Their screams of fury were not only issued into the clear evening sky.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
They had driven their horses to exhaustion in their will to reach Lothlorien as quickly as possible. Now they were storming up the stairs leading to the main talan, home of Galadriel and Celeborn. They did not knock, but simply threw open the door.
The great table, once only used for great dinners, now was surrounded by elves who had something completely different in mind then such a dinner. Too soon after the loss of Celebrian they were forced to consider another, more disastrous one. Elrond had been taken, his guards slain. Al that on exactly the same date and exactly the same place as ten years before the Lady Celebrian. It did not bode well for him. Especially because no one knew where he could have been taken. When his wife had been taken, elves knew there was a great Orc-hide-out some miles north, but that had been destroyed when she had been rescued.
Every one was nerve-wracked. Especially the Sons lashed out at every one who even looked the wrong way. It took all of Galadriel’s willpower, love and patience to manage to cancel the meeting for that day.
“It’s my fault.” She huddled into a corner. “Had I not asked him to come this wouldn’t have happened…”
“You couldn’t know…” Celeborn pulled her into his arms. “No one could.”
“I should have known! I have a mirror!” She sobbed. “Why do I always fail when I shouldn’t? Why?”
Celeborn couldn’t console her on this. Somehow the Valar saw it fit to punish her this way. Her and every other elf in Middle-earth.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Elrond groaned. Something had hit his head, hit it hard. The hard rocks cut in his unprotected skin. Wait? Hard rocks? What had happened to get him here? He managed to open one of his eyes. Darkness…
Where was he? Then the memories started to assail him. The orcs, the dead… Now he finally recognized the terrible stench in the room. Yrch… The ropes which held him up were rough. It couldn’t be… He couldn’t be taken, not now, not so soon after…
Had his pride not forbidden him, he would have sobbed. He would have begged the Valar to kill him immediately had he not known his death would have doomed many. Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir… They would not survive losing him so soon after their mother.
Did they know already? He had send his call, but would they recognise it as such? But then again, Galadriel would have heard it and she definitely would recognise it as such. Would she tell them? Arwen was in Lothlorien, but Valar knew where his sons were. Yet again, how long had it been? Hours, days?
Something brushed his hip. His muscles tensed when he felt nails cut his skin.
“Good morning, elf.” Another hand laid itself on his other hip. “I hope you are rested. It will be long before you get any again.” His skin was stroked.
“Get your hands off of me.” He hissed. The creature merely laughed.
“Don’t get cocky, elf. It’s not healthy.” The hands travelled towards his face where they pulled of the blindfold. The grinning face of the orc hovered just inches in front of his. A scar ran down from his left ear to his right cheek as if some one had tried to cut through his head, yet failed to manage to. “Don’t worry though. You’ll have some respite. My masters want to talk to you first.” With that the orc moved aside granting Elrond the first view if the cave he was in.
The opening was small in comparison to the room behind it. Orcs everywhere, but they did not catch his attention. He shuddered when he saw the corner closest to him. Torture devices, hundreds of them and of some he even didn’t want to know exactly what they were for. When he managed to tear his gaze away he found it drawn to nine forms in cloaks. Nazgûl… All nine of them..
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape & My First fic with explicit Sex
Chapter: 3
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author’s note: ** is mind speech.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
He groaned in pain.
“What was THAT?” Elladan looked at his brother. “It felt like Mithrandir threw a lightning bolt against my head.”
“Don’t ask me, but it was most likely nothing.” Elrohir looked south, the direction of his home. “Shall we go home?”
“Why?” Elladan raised his eyebrow in perfect mimicry of their father. “There are still orcs around here, so there is still work to do.”
“I miss him… Why do you think the Valar cursed us like this?” Elrohir looked at his twin sadly. “I can’t bear it anymore, brother. Always to be near, yet never able to touch. Always having to watch my words, my actions. I tire of it.”
“We have no choice, brother. You know both we and he would be doomed if some one would find out.” Elladan slung his arm around his brother.
Elrohir wanted to answer when a voice came into their heads.
*Elladan! Elrohir!*
*Dearnaneth?*
*Yes, where are you?*
*About 24 miles north from Lothlorien… Why?*
*Did you not feel it?*
*That sudden splitting headache? Yes we did…*
*It was a call for aid. Issued by your father.*
*Ada!? What happened, Dearnaneth?*
*He was waylaid. By Yrch…*
Their screams of fury were not only issued into the clear evening sky.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
They had driven their horses to exhaustion in their will to reach Lothlorien as quickly as possible. Now they were storming up the stairs leading to the main talan, home of Galadriel and Celeborn. They did not knock, but simply threw open the door.
The great table, once only used for great dinners, now was surrounded by elves who had something completely different in mind then such a dinner. Too soon after the loss of Celebrian they were forced to consider another, more disastrous one. Elrond had been taken, his guards slain. Al that on exactly the same date and exactly the same place as ten years before the Lady Celebrian. It did not bode well for him. Especially because no one knew where he could have been taken. When his wife had been taken, elves knew there was a great Orc-hide-out some miles north, but that had been destroyed when she had been rescued.
Every one was nerve-wracked. Especially the Sons lashed out at every one who even looked the wrong way. It took all of Galadriel’s willpower, love and patience to manage to cancel the meeting for that day.
“It’s my fault.” She huddled into a corner. “Had I not asked him to come this wouldn’t have happened…”
“You couldn’t know…” Celeborn pulled her into his arms. “No one could.”
“I should have known! I have a mirror!” She sobbed. “Why do I always fail when I shouldn’t? Why?”
Celeborn couldn’t console her on this. Somehow the Valar saw it fit to punish her this way. Her and every other elf in Middle-earth.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Elrond groaned. Something had hit his head, hit it hard. The hard rocks cut in his unprotected skin. Wait? Hard rocks? What had happened to get him here? He managed to open one of his eyes. Darkness…
Where was he? Then the memories started to assail him. The orcs, the dead… Now he finally recognized the terrible stench in the room. Yrch… The ropes which held him up were rough. It couldn’t be… He couldn’t be taken, not now, not so soon after…
Had his pride not forbidden him, he would have sobbed. He would have begged the Valar to kill him immediately had he not known his death would have doomed many. Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir… They would not survive losing him so soon after their mother.
Did they know already? He had send his call, but would they recognise it as such? But then again, Galadriel would have heard it and she definitely would recognise it as such. Would she tell them? Arwen was in Lothlorien, but Valar knew where his sons were. Yet again, how long had it been? Hours, days?
Something brushed his hip. His muscles tensed when he felt nails cut his skin.
“Good morning, elf.” Another hand laid itself on his other hip. “I hope you are rested. It will be long before you get any again.” His skin was stroked.
“Get your hands off of me.” He hissed. The creature merely laughed.
“Don’t get cocky, elf. It’s not healthy.” The hands travelled towards his face where they pulled of the blindfold. The grinning face of the orc hovered just inches in front of his. A scar ran down from his left ear to his right cheek as if some one had tried to cut through his head, yet failed to manage to. “Don’t worry though. You’ll have some respite. My masters want to talk to you first.” With that the orc moved aside granting Elrond the first view if the cave he was in.
The opening was small in comparison to the room behind it. Orcs everywhere, but they did not catch his attention. He shuddered when he saw the corner closest to him. Torture devices, hundreds of them and of some he even didn’t want to know exactly what they were for. When he managed to tear his gaze away he found it drawn to nine forms in cloaks. Nazgûl… All nine of them..