Consumed

Consumed

Chapter 5
Author: Frosty the Shire-Queen
Rated: Very Strong R
Codes: Legolas, Elrond, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC
Summary: The Ur'andrann (heat or fire-cycle) comes to Rivendell! It's like the flu, just not as vomit-y. Apparently the elves haven't got their shots.
Disclaimer: I own all of it. Every tiny, infantile little piece. Deal with it.


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Elrond stood at the foot of the bed, staring down its length to the still form under the blankets. Her chest rose and fell in uniform breaths, and the elf's body stirred at that seemingly innocent movement. Part of him knew what was happening, that he was too far gone to have any self-restraint, but it didn't seem to bother him. Quietly he had noticed this woman, watching her without her knowing. He didn't meet many human women. Elrond supposed his weaknesses were much like Legolas'.

Licking his lips, he walked to each of the windows in the room and drew down the shades. He knew the human men were occupied, and he had locked the door behind him. They would not be disturbed.

As he pulled a gag from his pocket, Elrond thought back to all his past years, and how the Ur'andrann had not affected him so terribly. The heat cycle peaked every so often, making the urges stronger than usual. Elrond smirked as he looked at the sleeping girl - it was her misfortune to arrive in Rivendell at such a time.

Without hesitation, he lifted her head up and wrapped the gag around her mouth. She awakened then, suddenly and confused, and immediately began fighting back. Her eyes were wide in fear and her hands desperately pushed at him, trying to force him away.

The knot on the gag was tied before she could stop him, and he quickly grabbed her wrists, stilling her movement. She writhed under him, pulling away, but he held her strongly. Elrond could hear her whimper under the gag. The noises made his stomach flutter.

"Airabeth," he said soothingly, holding her arms down to the bed, "This will be much easier on you if you just lie still. I will be gentle with you, I promise."

Tears streamed down Airabeth's face as she stilled and began crying. Her face expressed every emotion she had at that moment, the fear and weakness that filled her body. Elrond released one hand and touched her cheek, wiping the tears from her skin.

The elf pulled a long piece of rope from his other pocket, and Airabeth shook her head desperately, pleading with him. He ignored her and pulled her wrists to the headboard where he tied them so she could not leave the bed.

Airabeth could not even think about fighting back. All the energy in her body seemed to be draining away, leaving her feeling nothing but limp. It was as if God was punishing her for something. She just couldn't understand what.

She looked away as Elrond's eyes raked over her body. Airabeth kept herself conscious of her breath, breathing as shallow as possible, as though that would somehow stop him from paying too much attention to her. That didn't work, and she gasped in a sharp breath when his soft fingers tickled at the rim of her shirt, smoothsoftsoftly over the skin of her abdomen. She remembered how Legolas was, how rough and fast he had been, and found herself wishing that Elrond was just as bad. At least it would be done quickly. This elf seemed intent on taking his time.

Airabeth closed her eyes when Elrond pushed her shirt up and over her breasts, baring them to the cold air. She clenched her jaw when she felt his hands touch the flesh there, massaging gently over the sensitive centres. When his hot mouth lowered over one breast and began sucking painfully slow, Airabeth pulled at the headboard. Every muscle in her body tensed when he touched her so intimately.

When Elrond's lips left her breast, she exhaled a deeply held breath. Opening her eyes, she continued staring at the ceiling, praying for someone to help her. Every ounce of hope in her held to the belief that maybe Aragorn would find her here and save her. She wanted to be saved.

Fresh tears escaped her eyes when Elrond's hands held onto the rim of her pants and pulled them off her hips. He removed all her clothing and threw the material to the floor, and watched her reaction. Airabeth tried not to move, but she couldn't help moving her legs slightly, holding her cold feet together. Elrond smiled and placed a warm hand on her c run running it up the milky skin to her thigh.

"You're a beautiful girl," he said, his voice so quiet yet piercing in her ears. "It's a shame Legolas had to mar your skin." He placed a hand on her bruised face and Airabeth pulled away, angry that he would be so cruel.

Elrond laughed softly and allowed her to turn away from him. His hand once again travelled to her breast and he ran his fingertips over the skin, caressing gentle circles. Airabeth fidgeted uncomfortably,ing ing hard not to cry anymore. She didn't want to appear so beaten.

She looked up when the weight on the bed shifted, and saw Elrond disrobing. Airabeth rolled her head back and yanked at the binds on her wrists, damaging the already burning skin. She pulled desperately but they would not weaken, and when she looked back to Elrond he was standing watching her, a soft expression on his face. Airabeth averted her eyes from his naked form and looked back up to the ceiling, preparing herself for the inevitable. It was going to happen.

Airabeth felt the bed sink when Elrond sat back down beside her. His hand rubbed along her side, making her ache. "You feel free to tell me what you like, sweetheart," he said, "I'd love to hear you moan in pleasure."

She felt disgusted by his words. Pulling up a leg, she kicked out at Elrond, but he was too quick for her. "Now, now," he said, holding onto her ankle, "There's no need for violence."

Airabeth tried jerking her leg from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. Knowing she was defeated, she allowed her leg to drop back to the bed. Stifling a sob, she laid still, waiting for his next move.

When he was sure she wasn't going to move, Elrond released his hold on her ankle. "Good girl," he said, moving his hand back to her waist. He leaned his body over hers, pulled the gag off her mouth, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Airabeth turned away, but his hand grabbed her jaw and moved her back to face him. "You just lie still," he said darkly, touching his lips to hers again. Airabeth didn't open her mouth to him, but his forceful tongue pushed in anyways, and soon all she could taste was the saltiness of his skin.

After a slow, deep kiss, Elrond parted his lips from hers. Airabeth took a deep breath and licked her lips, dizzy from the heated movements of his tongue. He had stolen the breath from her, taken pleasure from her writhing in pain from the invasion. It made her sick.

He held her face steady as he pushed the gag back up over her mouth. Airabeth tried desperately to keep it off, but he was too strong. When it was firmly in place, Elrond's mouth moved back to her breasts and Airabeth arched instinctively against his mouth. His tongue rubbed soft circles around the tender skin there, nipping occasionally. One of his hands massaged the other breast then trailed down her waist to her hip. He squeezed the skin there and removed his mouth, looking up at Airabeth with dark eyes. She avoided his gaze, tried to pretend this was just a terrible dream.

He smiled and continued watching her as his fingers brushed across her pelves and dipped down between her warm legs. Elrond's smile broadened when Airabeth bit her lip at his soft stroking. "You like that?" he breathed, and Airabeth tensed, holding her breath. Elrond rubbed more insistently, then pushed one finger into her. She inhaled a sharp breath, tightening her legs at the intrusion. Airabeth couldn't feel anything but what Elrond's hand made her feel.

She tensed and swallowed heavily, trying to dim the feeling stirring in her body. Elrond didn't make it easy. Leaning close to her ear and stroking her rhythmically, he whispered, "I've never fucked a human girl before. I'm looking forward to it."

Biting at her gag, she clenched her teeth hard, so angry at all of this. She wanted to lash out and beat on him till he died, but her body was just too weak to even struggle.

Airabeth relaxed slightly when Elrond pulled his fingers out of her body. She knew what was coming, though, and wasn't disappointed when the elf climbed over top of her, spreading her legs with his thigh. "You just lie still now," he said, smoothing a hand over her face and pushing himself into her sensitive body. Airabeth unintentionally arched into him, groaning at the intrustion.

Elrond was slow in his movements, and that just made it all the more violating. He made her feel every thrust, hear every breath escape his lips. His hands were warm on her body, stroking the skin from her arms down to her hips. The assault was everywhere and all at once, and Airabeth's mind began to swim.

Airabeth's arms began to strain as Elrond's thrusts became a little stronger. Her arms pulled each time he drew her body towards him, forcing himself as far into her as he could. Airabeth's breathing began ragged when Elrond dropped his face to her collarbone and began sucking, marking her with his teeth. She winced against his soft bites and loud groans, unable to keep her mind off what was happening to her.

When Elrond's hands grasped her hips strongly and he pulled his face from her collarbone and rested it in the crook of her neck, Airabeth knew the abuse would soon be over. Again and again he drew her pelvis towards his in movements that quickly became rough and unfocused. Airabeth closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable, praying it would be soon.

She heard him hiss in a breath and felt him thrust into her rapidly, and within moments Elrond had collapsed on top of her body, his breath ragged and his grip loosened. She laid still, waiting for him to get up and leave her. All she wanted was for him to go.

Elrond slowly pushed himself up and out of her body, but to Airabeth's horror he didn't dress and leave. Instead, he pillowed his body beside hers, draping an arm over her midsection.

"You did very well," he said quietly, his dark eyes searching her face. Airabeth kept her gaze on the ceiling. She wished he would just leave her alone.

A finger trailed over her sweat-soaked brow. "Lovely girl," he said almost distractedly, playing with her dark hair. Elrond seemed to be mesmerized by just touching her, making her feel discomfort. Airabeth kept as still as possible, hoping no reaction would discourage him from continuing.

After a few moments, Elrond reached for her gag and pulled it from her mouth, allowing it to drop to her neck. Airabeth immediately took a deep breat and licked her lips. She was aware of him watching her, though, and she froze when his fingers brushed over her mouth.

"You have beautiful lips," he , st, stroking them with his thumb. Airabeth's instinct was to jerk up and bite his fingers clean off, but she held back, sure that that would only made him angry enough to harm her even more. Perhaps even kill her.

Not able to keep quiet any longer, she spoke when he trailed his fingers down to her abdomen. "Please let me go," she whispered, feeling tears sting her eyes.

Elrond smiled and licked his lips. "You're polite. I like that," he said, and Airabeth tensed. He was playing with her, trying to weaken her resolve. Not that she had any left.

"You've done what you want," said Airabeth angrily through clenched teeth, "Why can't you let me go?" She worried about what he would do to her for speaking her mind, but she was just too upset to stop talking.

Elrond didn't seem to mind her anger. He didn't even seem to notice. "I will let you go, my dear, eventually," he replied, smoothing circles around her bellyton.ton. "I just need to rest a bit, to get my energy back." He grinned at her, but she didn't turn her head to look at him. Airabeth knew he wanted to see the fear in her eyes. So she stared at the ceiling, so careful not to give in to her weakness.

Elrond seemed content to lay there in silence, so Airabeth tried to relax. He wasn't hurting her - that was a positive. But no matter how hard she tried, all her senses were on overload. She was completely vulnerable to him. And he terrified her.

Airabeth's eyes kept drifting to the door, hoping that someone would walk through and rescue her. She wanted nothing more than to be saved and comforted. By anyone. She would take anyone if they just came for her now.

A single tear escaped her eye and she hoped Elrond didn't notice. She hadn't looked at him, but Airabeth guessed he probably had his eyes closed. His hand on her belly had stilled, and his breath against her skin had become deep and slow. He was sleeping.

Airabeth didn't dare move, for fear of waking him. As long as he was sleeping, she was safe. Each irregular breath or small movement from him made her tense in expectation. Part of her knew that if he felt like raping her again, he would most likely do it.

It seemed like hours before anything happened. Airabeth heard faint steps outside in the hallway, and it was like the breath was sucked from her lungs. She wanted to scream and yell for help, but she so so scared of what Elrond would do to her. Her breathing became heavy as the sound became louder. Then, suddenly, it stopped.

Airabeth rolled her head back and stifled a sob. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she mentally kicked herself for not taking that chance.

Then, as suddenly as the steps quieted, a sudden knock came from the door.

Airabeth's heart hammered in her chest, from both the noise and the movement beside her. Elrond's eyes fluttered open and fomomemoment he looked surprised and confused. Then a darkness crept over his features as he looked at the frightened face of the girl next to him, and to the door that was being knocked on yet again.

"Airabeth?" came a voice from the other side, and Airabeth recognized it as Aragorn. She wanted to yell to him, but her voice was stilled by the coldness of the look he gave her.

Slowly and quietly Ed god got up and clothed himself. Aragorn again knocked at the door, this time a little more urgently. "Airabeth, are you in there? Are you alright?" Her hands clenched at the binds around her wrists as she watched Elrond approach the door. She didn't know what he was going to do, but she feared the elf would hurt Aragorn.

Turning to her, Elrond raised a finger to his lips and gave Airabeth a meaningful look. She swallowed heavily as he opened the door a crack, not enough to allow Aragorn to see inside.

"Elrond," she heard the man say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Is Airabeth here?"

"She is," the elf replied, "But we are in the middle of a talk. Do you mind coming back later?"

"Of course." Airabeth ached at Aragorn's words. He was going to leave. He was going to leave her with Elrond, to be raped again, without even making sure she was alright. All the fear and anger welled up inside her and she couldn't hold back any longer. Just before the door closed, she screamed as loud as she could. "ARAGORN, HELP ME!"

She couldn't see Aragorn's face, but she saw how Elrond reacted. He spun around and glared at her, his eyes wild with anger and surprise. Airabeth struggled against her binds, trying desperately to free herself before he could hurt her. The elf made a move towards her, but before he could get near the door burst open and Aragorn stumbled through.

There was so much going on, but Airabeth was all of a sudden very aware of herself. Aragorn's first fleeting look was of disbelief and shock, and Airabeth felt her body flush hot with embarrassment. The moment was less than a few seconds, but she fully registed the pain on Aragorn's face. Then suddenly there was movement and yells, and Airabeth watched in fear as the man and the elf fought. Relief swept over her when Aragorn's sword fell against the skin of Elrond's neck.

Airabeth could hear Aragorn's breathing from across the room. He kept his eyes on the elf, who looked neither worried nor angry. "What did you do?" hissed Aragorn, shaking his head. "What the hell did you do to her?"

"You know what I did," he replied calmly, "I fail to understand how you can look so surprised." Airabeth's stomach fell. Did Aragorn know this could have happened?

Aragorn shook his head. "I trusted you," he said darkly, "You should have warned me." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed the elf by the arm and forced him outside, slamming the door behind him.

It took a few moments before Aragorn turned to look at Airabeth, but when he did his eyes were soft and comforting. Without speaking he approached her, quickly covering her body with a blanket before working on her binds.

She watched him as he worked. "Why did you let him go?" she asked, looking up at him.

He didn't meet her eyes as he spoke. "He won't go anywhere," he said, releasing one of her wrists. She drew her arm down and held it across her body. "He won't hurt you again."

Airabeth felt the other bind loosen, and Aragorn sat back as she brought her other arm down and massaged her sore wrists. "How do you know?" she asked, pushing herself up so she was sitting against the headboard, holding the blanket close to her skin.

He met her eyes then, his blue ones filled with what she could only describe as guilt. Aragorn placed a hand on her leg and leaned in close. "Because I'm not leaving you again," he whispered, and Airabeth felt tears sting her eyes.

She leaned forward and allowed him to enclose her in a hug. Resting her head on his shoulder, she exhaled deeply and finally relaxed. "Thank you."

Aragorn rubbed her back slowly, and Airabeth found that she didn't want to break the embrace. She didn't want to speak. It was comforting to be held by him; she wanted to take peace in it, not face the horrors of the past day.

After a while, though, Aragorn took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed her from his body. He leaned his face down and looked into her eyes, and Airabeth tried bravely to meet them. "Do you need to see a doctor?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

It looked like it pained him to ask that question. Airabeth breathed a "No," and shyed away from looking at him, once again feeling embarrassed. Aragorn dropped his hands from her shoulders and sat back.

"I am truly sorry, Airabeth," he said, rubbing a hand over his face, "This is my fault, and I'm sorry. I know you'll never forget what happened, but I want you to let me help you get past it." He took her hands in his and squeezed gently. "Please let me do that for you."

Airabeth stared at their hands. His were so soft and warm over hers. "It's not your fault," she said quietly, "But yeah, I could use some help." She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and smiled when he touched her face.

"Anything I can do, I will," he replied, smiling broadly. Airabeth felt so much better seeing him smile, as though she needed to draw strength from him.

He brushed his fingers from her face and set his hand back down on hers. "I'm going to wait here. I want you to go have a shower, make yourself feel better. If you're sure you don't need a doctor."

"I'm sure," she said, licking her lips. In truth, she did hurt. Her body was very sore. But no doctor could take that pain away. She'd have to work through it on her own.

Sliding off the bed, blanket wrapped around her body, Airabeth smiled at Aragorn before padding off to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She felt safe knowing he was just outside that door.

Aragorn sat quietly on the bed for the entire time Airabeth was in the shower. He could hear her moving in there, knew when the water was turned on and turned off, and he waited in tense expectation throughout all of it. He didn't know what he was supposed to do to make her feel better. It was all so much for him to handle; he couldn't imagine how she was feeling right now.

He jumped when the door lock clicked open. Taking a deep breath, Aragorn smiled when she stepped out of the room. She looked much better than before, but her face was still pained and he knew the smile she placed on it was forced.

Airabeth sat down on the bed beside him and rested her head on his shoulder when he pulled her close. "How are you feeling?" he asked, "Do you need to rest?"

"Yeah," she nodded, licking her lips. Aragorn rubbed his hand gently up and down her arm.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" he asked when she made no move to leave him.

Airabeth nodded again. "Yeah," she breathed, and Aragorn slowly rose up, taking off his weapon belt, jacket, and boots. Airabeth moved up to pillpillows, and he joined her there, moving under the covers until Airabeth rested comfortably against Aragorn's body.

He sighed when she placed an arm over his chest and held tightly to him. As they lied there, Aragorn could occasionally hear a quiet sniffle come from the girl beside him. He didn't say anything, only moved his hand up and down her back, soothing Airabeth's fears.

It took a long while, but when the room began to glow from the setting sun, Aragorn realized that Airabeth had fallen asleep, her breathing now rhythmic instead of heavy and choked. He felt exhausted himself, and finally allowed his mind to succumb to the dark.

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TBC