The Healing of Elves and Trees

Title: The Healing of Elves and Trees
Author: Eliza 422 (eliza_422@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Elrohir/Haldir (eventually), Elladan/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU Story. Elrohir and Celebrian are captured by orcs. They survive the attack but Elrohir is changed. Will he ever recover from what he has experienced?
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien.
Author's note: WARNING: this chapter contains rape and torture. It is the only chapter that will contain anything so graphic.

Chapter 3
The orc threw Elrohir to the ground face first. It was a few minutes before Elrohir felt well enough to open his eyes and look around. Hours - or was it days - of traveling over an orc's shoulder had made him sick to his stomach. It had taken all his concentration to keep from vomiting while he still had the gag on.
The room was dark - only the light from some small torches in the corridor lit part of the room. The thick wood of the door, and the heavy iron bars over the small opening were signs that they were in the orc's dungeons. Elrohir struggled to get up but was hampered by his bonds.
"Stay still, son, let me help you," Celebrian said. She gently pulled the gag out of Elrohir's mouth. "I'll try to undo these knots." She didn't now why their orc captors had cut the ropes around her wrist, but she wasn't going to question the favor. She couldn't untangle the ropes around his wrists.
"Try my feet instead, Mother," Elrohir said, his voice hoarse from the gag and lack of water. "I think I struggled too much to release my arms and just tightened the knots."
"Ah, yes, I think I can get these," she said. The knots weren't pulled tight, and she finally freed his legs.
"Help me get my arms around to the front," said Elrohir.
"What do you mean? Oh!" Celebrian watched her son curl his knees to his chest and strain his arms down. She helped him by pulling his knees higher, and he managed to slip his arms around to the front.
"That hurt," he said, struggling to sit up. His entire torso was throbbing from the beating he had received earlier, but nothing felt broken inside.
"How badly are you hurt, dear?"
"Not so much, Mother. I don't think they cracked any ribs or anything - mostly bruises. Try the wrists again." Elrohir was much more comfortable sitting up now that his hands were in front of him. He watched his mother's trembling hands picking at the knots, but it was no good.
"That's fine, Mother. Don't worry about it."
Celebrian scooted around to sit next to Elrohir. "How long do you think it took to get here?"
"I don't know. It was very painful being over that monster's shoulder so I couldn't really focus. I don't think it could have been a whole day. It was still light outside when we went underground. And since we were at the foot of the mountains, I think we were relatively close to the opening to this place."
"I wonder if Angon or any of the others made it out alive. I couldn't see for all the orcs surrounding me." Tears fell down her face, thinking about her devoted guard.
"I don't know. They all fought bravely, but there were just so many orcs. I think we have to assume they are all dead." Elrohir leaned his head against his mother's.
"That means no one will know what happened to us - that we'll never be found!"
"Mother, don't think that. The bond between you and father and me and Elladan should be enough to alert them. It won't tell them where we are but at least they'll know we're in trouble."
"I think that worries me even more. Even if they bring all the elves in Imladris I doubt there will be enough to storm this place."
"I'm sure they'll think of something." Elrohir felt dizziness come over him. "I...I think I need to lie down."
"Of course, son. Lay your head in my lap." Celebrian pulled his head down to her lap and stroked the soft black braids. She remembered her own lack of hair and her other hand went to the short strands by her ear.
"Mother, it will grow back," Elrohir said, looking up at her.
"I know," she whispered, but closed her eyes to avoid his gaze. She fell into a light sleep.

Sometime later the cell door slammed open, startling the two elves awake. Celebrian wrapped her arms around her son, hugging him close. She stared at the orc captain who had taken them both; another large orc was at his side. His small sycophant Marz was cowering behind him, sneering at the prisoners.
"Burznach is back and wants to see the two of you," the orc captain said.
"Well we don't want to see him!" replied Elrohir.
The unknown orc laughed. "Biznax, you've caught yourself a live one there!" He stepped forward and squatted in front of the elves. He grabbed a few braids of Elrohir's hair and yanked his head forward. "I'm going to enjoy breaking his one."
Elrohir stared the orc in the eyes, showing only contempt. "You couldn't break me with a hundred orcs and a thousand years!"
Anger flared in the orc's face and he slammed Elrohir's head to the ground. Biznax leapt forward and pulled the orc up.
"Ozmak, stop! Burznach wants them unharmed, and for once I'm going along with him."
Ozmak looked at Biznax with raging eyes. He still held onto Elrohir's hair, and the elf was not struggling.

Elrohir barely held onto consciousness after the blow to his head. Oh, Ro, it's not smart to bait orcs, he thought ruefully. He and Elladan often did that when they were hunting orcs. They bristled so easily under any taunting insults and lost all reason and strategy, making them easier to kill. Not such a good idea, though, when he was a prisoner.
"Fine - but I want first crack at this one when the time comes," Ozmak said, flinging Elrohir away from him.
Celebrian crawled over to where her son lay quietly. She moved his head to look where he was hurt.
"Why does Burznach care so much about these two scum? Sure, they're Imladris, but we've had such like before."
"I'm not doing this for Burznach - it's because *they* want them," Biznax said, leaning his head in a significant manner.
"Oh!" Replied Ozmak. "I see." He laughed as he turned back to the elves. "Soon you'll wish it was just me you were pleasuring, elf."
Elrohir paled at those words. He didn't know who "they" might be, but if those others could actually make orcs obey their superiors - it wasn't good news.

"Marz!" Biznax suddenly said.
The small orc jumped at the harsh bark and scrambled forward. "Yes boss?"
"Get the guards in here. We're taking these two to Burznach."
"Yes, boss, right away, boss," said Marz, scurrying out the door.
"Since you've quieted this one, Ozmak, I think we can cut his bonds - he's not going anywhere." Biznax leaned over to cut the ropes around Elrohir's wrists.
Elrohir immediately lunged forward and tried to wrestle the knife out of the orc captain's hand. He held onto the wrist with both hands and wrapped a leg around the orc's legs. He kicked the back of the knees and the orc crashed down to his back with Elrohir on top of him. In his weakened state, however, Elrohir couldn't pry the knife out of Biznax's hand. Ozmak stood laughing at the struggle in front of him, then aimed a kick at the elf's stomach. Elrohir didn't see the blow coming and was thrown back against the wall. The combination of the head injury and the kick in the midsection proved too much for his self control; he leaned over and vomited.
"Elrohir!" Cried Celebrian. She ran over to his side and held back his hair, stroking his back. He heaved for a few minutes, completely emptying his stomach. When the attack subsided he remained on his hands and knees, too tired to move.

Biznax waited to make sure the elf was done. He then walked over to Elrohir and stood in front of him.
"Finished? You'll regret doing that, elf - you'll be staying in this cell a long time and that's really going to start stinking. Oh wait, I forgot! Elf vomit doesn't stink, does it? It smells of flowers and honey!"
"Yeah, and I hear elf shit smells like elderberry wine!" Ozmak said. "Dirty, stinking elves! Think they're better than withwith their long hair and white skin and dainty ways. Always playing with their hair, those. If they sit down for five minutes, they preen their hair for four and a half! That's why I like to shave elf heads - breaks their spirit quicker than anything." He leered at the two elves on the floor. "Yes, shaved heads!"
Biznax got up when his soldiers came into the cell. "Take them and follow me!"

Biznax and Ozmak led the prisoners to the main orc hall. The main hall wn thn the highest level of the orc stronghold, several levels above the dungeons. Although Celebrian was able to walk, Elrohir's injuries required him to be half carried by two of the orc guards.
A large number of orcs milled about the great hall, all waiting to watch the elf prisoners. The horde hushed and flowed to the sides of the halls when the elves and their escort appeared.
Elrohir looked around the hall. He could see countless orcs filling the room, all watching him and his mother with unnatural glee. They approached a small dais at the end of the hall. On the dais was a crude wooden throne and one of the largest, ugliest orcs he had ever seen sat there. Biznax and Ozmak approached this orc - who could only be Burznach - and started speaking.
"King Burznach, we bring you a great gift. For many years the monsters of Imladris have harried our kind as we went peacefully about our business." A wave of laughter and jeers flowed through the crowd at these words.
"But today we have achieved a great victory. We have captured two - not one, but two - members of their royal house. None other than the wife of the fetid, evil Elrond," Biznax said, pointing to Celebrian. "And one of his demon spawn." He pointed to Elrohir.
The hall roared with curses, cheers, and insults. Burznach let this go on for a while, then raised his hand for silence.
"Biznax, you have done well. Long have we tried to get our claws on some of those responsible for our harassment. I have already sent word to the masters that we have accomplished this goal. We are to keep the prisoners alive until they get here."
Burznach got up from his throne and approached the prisoners. He stood and stared at Celebrian for a moment, noting her cropped hair. He reached out a claw and stroked her cheek.
Celebrian stared at the orc, not flinching at his touch. She held her head high - she wasn't going to show this foul beast any fear.
Burznach stepped in front of Elrohir, who was still held upright by two guards. Burznach stood silently in front of the elf, his beady, sunken eyes looking him up and down.
"Hmmm, I believe it is the younger son that we have here, don't you think, Biznax? The ellian elf, I would say?"
"I wasn't sure, boss - we didn't take a close look at them."
Burznach turned and slapped Biznax. "That's 'King Burznach', or 'your majesty', orc!"
"Sorry boss - I mean, your majesty!" Biznax cowered away from another blow. It was so ridiculous, he thought, this king garbage.
Burznach turned back to Elrohir. "You are the younger son, are you not, elf?"
Elrohir refused to answer.
"It matters not. We would treat you the same way. I'm just glad we got the one that has a little more to offer!" Burznach unsheathed his knife and slit Elrohir's tunic down the front. He pushed it aside. Celebrian gasped when she saw the large purpling bruises all over his torso.
The orc king ran his clawed hand up and down Elrohir's body. Elrohir reared up, struggling to get out of his captor's arms, but it was no use. The orc guards tightened their grip. Burznach leaned in to smell Elrohir's neck. He inhaled deeply and groaned.
"There's nothing like the smell of fear on an elf," he said. "It hardens me like nothing else." He reached down to his trousers and undid the lacings. He pulled out his large, hairy penis and started fondling it.
"No!" Screamed Celebrian, struggling frantically to get to her son.
Elrohir stilled when he saw the orc's erection. He faintly heard his mother's voice, but he was so frozen in fear he couldn't understand the words.
"Bring him up here," Burznach said to the guards. He climbed up the stairs to his throne and pushed it back, leaving a large space on the dais. The two orcs dragged Elrohir up the stairs. He had come out of hrozerozen state and fought frantically to be released, but he was too weak.
They threw him to the ground, one holding an arm and his head to the ground, the other orc had his other arm.
Burznach knelt down in front of Elrohir. He used his knife to cut his breeches off and exposed his nakedness.
The orcs in the hall pressed forward, eager to see the action.
Elrohir began to cry. "No, please no," he said, forgetting all his defiance at the sight of the swollen organ in f of of him. He felt his male organs retreat into his body, a fear response he couldn't control.
"I guess you do want to be taken after all - see, his little male organs are quite gone away!" Burznach laughed. "All the better for easy access!" He grabbed Elrohir's legs to stop the kicking and spread them wide. Without hesitating he pressed his penis against the elf's female opening and thrust in to the root.
Elrohir's back arched as he screamed at the invasion into his body. He struggled with all his strength against the rough hands that held him, but he could not free himself. His body jerked up and down to Burznach's brutal thrusting. Elrohir couldn't help but cry out across the bond to his brother, begging for help.
Celebrian stared in horror at the sight of her beloved son being raped by this hideous orc. Her sweet, beautiful son! He had done nothing to deserve this!
Burznach sped up his thrusting, nearing his climax. He cried out in triumph, spilling out his seed into the elf. He collapsed briefly over the suddenly still body under him. He looked at Elrohir's eyes - they seemed far away. These damn elves! They don't even know how to be raped properly! The second anyone touches them they fly away in their minds. That just wouldn't do.
"Elf, look at me." Elrohir didn't respond.
"Elf, if you don't look at me I'll do the same to your mother - and then I'll let the whole room have their turn. Do you think the woman could satisfy two hundred orcs?"
Elrohir heard the words, and slowly returned consciousness to his body. The orc's organ was still buried in him, and he could smell the atrocious breath near his face.
"No," he said. "Don't touch her."
"Well, that remains to be seen, now doesn't it!" Burznach righted himself and pulled his penis out of the elf. Elrohir gasped in pain. He looked at the orc, who stood up but didn't try to cover himself. The penis was still half-erect, covered in blood and yellow-green semen. Elrohir closed his eyes, fighting nausea again at the thought that this orc's putrid seed was in him now. He could almost feel it physically swarming in him, poisoning him from the inside. He turned his head toward the hall and opened his eyes briefly. He saw his mother staring at him, eyes swollen from crying. He couldn't look at that, and turned his face back toward the throne.
Burznach stood staring down at him. Elrohir couldn't resist trying to hurt him. The orc had forgotten that his legs were not bound. Elrohir used all his remaining strength to lift his leg and kick Burznach in his exposed genitals. The orc collapsed to the ground, screaming and clutching his bruised organs.
The two guards and Biznax and Ozmak fell on the naked elf and started beating him. Blow after blow rained down on him until Burznach bellowed for them to stop.
The orc king stood up and looked down on the bloodied and bruised elf. "I promised our masters we would keep you alive. And so I will - but I will not tolerate that kind of behavior again. Gluzbog, give me your hammer." Gluzbog, one of the king's personal guard, handed Burznach his battle hammer. He had taken it from a dwarf he had killed several years ago.
Burznach turned back to Elrohir. "I said I'd keep you alive, but I didn't say I'd keep you untouched." He raised the hammer over his head and brought its full weight onto the elf's right shin.
Elrohir screamed in agony. Everyone around the dais heard the bones in the elf's leg shatter. Burznach raised the hammer and brought it down on his other leg, breaking those bones too. Both Elrohir and Celebrian fainted at the second blow.
"Return these two to their cell. I don't think we have to worry about them running away now, do we?" The orcs laughed. Burznach returned to his throne and sat down carefully. "Once they are awake, return them to me."
The orc mob cheered in jubilation, glad to see an elf monster get his due.


Celebrian awoke in the dark cell, weary of body and spirit. She lay still for a moment trying to forget the horrible acts she had seen in the orc hall. Her dear son raped, then mutilated for daring to fight back. How could he possibly live with that? It would surely kill him.
She sat up and turned to face her son. He was unconscious - mercifully so. He was still naked, and his body was covered in bruises. Her eyes traveled reluctantly to his legs. She gasped at the sight. From the knees up he looked fine, but from the knees down! A strangled sob escaped her lips. The legs were very swollen and bloodied, and were at an unnatural angle. Even if Elrond himself tended to him, how could Elrohir possibly heal from such an injury?
She moved closer to him. His breathing was fast and shallow, not a good sign. She quickly slipped off her outer tunic and draped it over him.
"Oh Elrond," she said softly, reaching out over their marriage bond to her husband. She felt a very faint response, one of hope. They were on their way then - but was it too late? Even if she was rescued this very moment, she knew that she had already lost one son. There was no way he wouldn't release his soul to Mandos after this. And if he went, wouldn't Elladan be close behind? The twins bond was so strong - stronger than any marriage bond had ever been. Elladan wouldn't be able to survive the loss of his brother, even with Legolas at his side. If they lost Elladan, they would probably lose Legolas too.
Elrohir stirred, groaning in pain. She looked around and saw that the beasts had left them a skin of water. She grabbed it and returned.
"Elrohir, drink some of this," shed, hd, holding the skin to his lips. She lifted his head slightly. He swallowed a bit, then choked and spit it back up.
"I can't drink that orc piss, mama," he said, using his childhood name for her.
Celebrian sipped a little and struggled to keep it down. It was water, but certainly not the cleanest. "Son, you must drink something. I know it tastes bad, but it's better than nothing." She lifted his head again, and he managed to keep a few swallows down.
"I can't feel my feet, mama," he said. He tried to lift himself up, but she pushed him down.
"I know, dear, the orcs hurt your legs. Once we get home your father will fix you right up." She moved so she could lie his head on her lap.
"I don't think I'm going home, mama," he said softly.
"Don't say that. Your father is on his way. We'll be out of here in no time."
"Whatever you say, mama." Elrohir drifted off again. Celebrian was grateful for whatever was numbing him from the pain.

It wasn't long before Biznax returned to the elves' cell. He saw that the woman had draped one of her garments over her son. He was shivering under the cloth, and was babbling. Perfect!
"Time to return to the boss - I mean king!" He said.
Celebrian turned a venomous eye toward him.
He motioned to Marz who was standing outside the door.
"Marz, bring the drink!"
"Yes boss!" Marz popped into the room carrying a small glass bottle. He knelt by Elrohir and slipped his claws under his head to lift it up. Celebrian slapped him.
"Get your hands off my son!" She yelled. Two guards grabbed her and hauled her to her feet away from Elrohir.
Marz glared at her, but returned his attention to Elrohir. He lifted the elf's head and put the bottle to his mouth. Elrohir choked on the liquid, trying to spit it out, but Marz held his head tight and kept pouring it in. He managed to get most of it down.
"What are you doing to him?" said Celebrian, struggling to get free.
"Just some medicine, bitch. Burznach wants to see him again and he won't be worth much if he's going to faint so much. That drink will numb him to his leg injuries so he can properly obey the boss - KING! Marz, when he's ready, bring them to the hall."
"Yes, boss!"

Burznach waited in his hall for the elves' return. He perked up when he finally saw his second-in-command bring the demon spawn. The woman was walking, head held high. The other, however, wasn't doing as well. He had his spindly arms around the neck of one of Biznax's guards and was being carried into the hall. Breaking his legs was the best idea he'd had all day.
"We return, your majesty!" Biznax said.
"It's about time, orc. Tell me, how does the young one fair?"
"We gave him a full dose of the medicine, so he should be OK for the rest of the day."
"Good, bring him here." Burznach pointed to a low table that had been placed on the dais. The guards lay the elf down on the table and stepped away. He wasn't going anywhere.
Burznach stood over Elrohir.
"Elf, look at me!"
Elrohir turned his face toward the orc. He had no strength - his entire body felt wooden and unnaturally still. He could barely move his head.
"Good, you're awake. I am willing to make a deal with you."
"What?" Elrohir said quietly, confused.
"I had my fun earlier, but your little show of defiance denied my lieutenants here the chance for some of their own fun. You have two options - one, you pleasure my men in any way they want, and you don't fight."
"And the second?"
"Your mother lies there in your place."
Elrohir raised his head at that, staring in disbelief at the orc. "What?"
"It's you or your mother, elf - decide quickly, or I'll decide for you. Right now, I'm leaning toward your mother. Prettier legs!" Burznach snickered at his joke. The orcs who had streamed back ithe the main hall also laughed.
Elrohir didn't hesitate. "Me, then."
"No! I won't let you do this!" Said Celebrian.
"Mother, no. I am already spoiled - a few more orcs won't hurt."
Celebrian couldn't bear to hear the despair in his voice. "No, I can't watch you go through this again!"
"Oh, you will, woman," said Burznach, coming up to her. "You're going to sit here and watch every one of the orcs who takes your son. Every time you look away I'll use the hammer on him again. I wonder how many blows it would take to kill an elf?"
"No, please don't do this, I beg you!" She whispered.
"The elf bitch begs! This is a day ondernders!" Burznach said to the crowd. He turned back to Elrohir. "Another thing, elf. I know how you cowards die by your own will. If you let yourself die on this table, your mother will instantly replace you. Understand?"
Elrohir looked at the orc with dead eyes. "Yes."
"Great! Let's get to this! The masters are on their way so we don't have much time. Hm, who first?"
He looked at his lieutenants, all eager for a taste of the elf.
"Biznax!"
"Yes boss!"
Biznax...."
"Sorry, your majesty!"
"You were the orc who captured these two, I think you should be first. Have at him!" Burznach returned to his throne where he could watch the fun.
Biznax stood at the end of the table. "Which hole, I wonder? I think the mouth!" He moved to the other end of the table and tugged on Elrohir's head, pulling him up so he could hang over the edge. "Open your mouth, elf, and watch the teeth!"
Elrohir hesitated a second, then opened his mouth. Biznax filled his mouth with his foul-tasting organ. He choked at the thrusting, but was able to control his stomach. It wasn't long before Biznax swelled up and spewed his revolting seed. Elrohir's mouth was full of orc cock so he had no choice but to swallow the foul liquid.
Biznax pulled out and sat down.
Ozmak was next, and decided he wanted a fresh orifice too. He flipped Elrohir over and sank into his rectum.
After Ozmak had his pleasure, other orcs came forward to take what they wanted, sometimes several at once. Ozmak came back for seconds. He unbraided Elrohir's hair and released his seed into it, mumbling about elves and their hair fetish.
When he could, Elrohir would lock eyes with his mother - it was the only way he could hold onto his spirit, knowing that if he fled this world his mother would suffer in his stead. He couldn't allow that.

After what seemed like an eternity, the orcs were done. Elrohir lay on the table, his eyes closed. His body was covered in orc semen and some blood from the rougher couplings. He was alive, but his breathing was very shallow. Celebrian couldn't bear the pain in her soul after the fell deeds she had seen. The orcs were milling about the throne area, completely ignoring her. She made her way to the table where Elrohir lay. She put a hand on his forehead. He jumped, his eyes opening. He lay back down when he saw it was his mother.
"Elrohir, please listen to me - you don't have to do this anymore." She stroked his cheeks, wiping away the fluids from his skin. "I want you to release your spirit to Mandos."
"I can't," he stammered, voice rough from the harsh treatment. "They'll hurt you then."
"They already have - I can't bear to watch this anymore! It would be easier to be the one ravaged than watch my baby go through this!"
"I can't."
"Please, for me, do this!"
"You don't understand," he croaked, "If I go, Elladan goes too. I can't let you lose two sons in one day!"
"You will surely fade anyway, after this."
"You don't know that. I may yet survive."Oh, Oh, son," she said, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.
Elrohir jerked his head away. "Don't! I'm am filthy."
"No, I would kiss you. You're still my sweet little boy, Ro." She pulled his face toward her again and kissed him. He began to weep.
"Mama," he whispered, through his tears.
"I'm not going to leave you, I promise." She pulled his head to her chest, stroking his hair.

Celebrian sat like that for a moment before she noticed the hubbub around her. Orcs were milling around, many looking worried. She listened to Burznach and his filthy henchmen.
"Your majesty, we've had word from the sentries. They've come!" Ozmak said.
"The masters?"
"No, the others!" Ozmak replied, pointing his chin to the two elves.
"Ah, well that was to be expected. Send the emissary - he already knows what to say."
"Will do."
Burznach turned toward the elves, grinning. "It seems there is a rescue party outside our gates looking for you. Isn't that funny?" He laughed. "You scum think we're stupid, but we're not. We have a nice little trap set for them just like we had set for you. I can only hope we capture the rest of your family alive - it would be nice to have all of you tied up next to each other so we could ravage you all at once!"
He turned to the guards. "Return them to the cell. Wait - hold a moment." He took a long knife out of his belt. He gatheredohirohir's hair into his claw and sawed through it with the knife. "Now you two match! I'm going to need this later." He laughed, winding the hair into a bundle. " Saddle my steed!"

A guard hauled Celebrian off the ground and pulled her along. Another guard picked Elrohir up in his arms and followed after. Amidst the commotion in the hall the guard didn't notice a quick hand rifling through his belt pack. The guards left the elves in the cell and threw another water skin on the floor before leaving.

Celebrian sighed and sat down next to her son. She had the water skin and used strips of her dress as rags to clean the worst of the fluids and blood from his body. He lay without flinching at her touch.
"What are we going to do, Ro? Even if your father and the others manage to get in here, they'll never find us, and the guards will kill us if they get too close."
Elrohir didn't respond for a moment. He smiled and opened his eyes. He held up the key he had stolen from the guard's belt. "Not if they can't find us!"