Tears of the Valar

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I own nothing but the Original Characters and their adventures. Everything else belongs to JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate, New Line Cinema/Peter Jackson, et. al. This was done purely for entertainment and as an exercise in creativity.
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“Where are we going?” Allase whispered as Dehlina led her through the dungeons and down hidden passages and stairs. Their explorations of the palace had yielded new paths they could take to avoid the guards and Dehlina was not anxious to encounter any Khandun, especially with both her and the woman practically naked.

“Out of here. I am taking you to my father. He will see you safe.”

“What of Alexandra and your husband and the Elf?” She was confused. Why would they abandon them?

“They will do as they must; and Naveradir is not my husband. He is an Elf of Rhun. The blonde Elf is his friend and a friend of Alexandra’s. His brother was the one Lastharos spoke of as being ‘besotted’ with a woman Lastharos had harmed.”

“He is the brother of Rumil and Haldir?” She recalled Charika’s name being mentioned and the tale of how Lastharos had taken her and Legolas. “They have been searching for him.”

“Let us hope they find him before Lastharos kills him.” She urged the woman to run quickly. When they reached the opening of the secret passage, she scooped the woman into her arms and began to run lightly across the sand, leaving no prints.

Allase did not cry out but clung to her companion. She was extraordinarily strong for a woman but Allase did not care. She was out of Lastharos’ prison.

***

Every weapon was drawn when the two females entered the dwelling of Maglor. Seeing his daughter, the ancient Elf, sheathed his sword and drew her into his embrace, holding her tight.

“Thank the Valar you are safe,” he murmured then noticed the woman standing slightly behind her. Smiling, he bowed. “Welcome, my lady. I am Maglor. You are safe.”

Allase nodded slightly then breathed a sigh of relief as she saw familiar faces, one in particular that pushed its way to the fore.

“Allase!” Elladan called as he put away his weapons and ran to the woman, picking her up in a tight hug, holding her close and swinging her around before kissing her with passion. He kept his arms around her as he said a silent prayer of thanks that she had returned.

“Where is Alexandra?” Erestor asked Dehlina. “They were together.”

The elleth’s expression shadowed and Legolas felt his heart catch. He could still feel his wife in his heart and she did not seem to be in pain or distress; but he wanted her here, with him; safe.

“She stayed with Lastharos and Orophin. Naveradir remained with her. The Butcher thinks I have taken Allase to my bed while Naveradir is amusing himself with the others.”

Maglor noticed for the first time his daughter’s attire hid nothing and, in fact, one of her breasts was still exposed. He reached out and gently pulled the jacket over the reddened nipple.

“Tell us everything, from the beginning.” Dear Eru, please do not let Lastharos have touched her.

Elladan looked at Allase with concern.

“Were you harmed? Did he …?” He would kill the man.

“No,” she answered, shaking her head as she held her beloved close. “Alexandra—she would not let him near me and she … she took … took my p-place.” She began to shiver uncontrollably as she thought of the vampire’s tongue sliding over Alexandra’s flesh, into her body and the other’s words returned to her: “She takes it for you.”

“Took it how?” Haldir asked gently. He was ready to go into the palace immediately and kill everything that moved to get his brother and his friends out.

Dehlina and Allase took turns telling the others of what had happened during their time in the palace. The woman did not know how to explain about the vampires and so she simply told what she had seen.

To his credit, Legolas did not allow his rage to show though his hand tightened on his bow. The only thing that kept his anger and actions in check was the knowledge that Alex was with Orophin and Naveradir. He knew the Rhunian ellon would protect the others and knew how to play the sick games needed to understand Lastharos. He also knew Orophin would willingly die to protect Alex from harm.

Crasthion and Sui listened to the conversation silently. Both knew the princess and the others were as good as dead. No one could be saved from Lastharos. The man kept his arm protectively around his former bedslave. She had endured much for him and he longed to tear Lastharos’ entrails from his body and feed them to the wargs in the pit. His beautiful Sui—scarred, bruised and battered; yet her nobility, her trust in him, her faithfulness—all made her more beautiful than anyone he had ever known.

“We must go in now,” Rumil said when the tale was finished.

“Lastharos will keep them alive if only to torment them at least until he has captured his ‘prizes’,” Crasthion told the gathered Elves. “He may not kill them, but no doubt will make them wish for death. The pain of others is like air to him; he needs it to live.”

Elrohir agreed. “Lastharos will not hesitate to harm Orophin though he believes Alexandra to be a valuable trading piece.”

“No one will harm my brother,” Haldir stated flatly.

***

There were guards at the foot of the stairs and inside the room, the Elves noticed and both mentally cursed. With Alexandra and the slave with them, they could not risk killing Lastharos. Still, there would be a chance somewhere. Possibly they could shield the women with their bodies to protect them.

The Khandun walked over to a large pile of cushions and reclined, looking at his companions.

“Take off your tunic,” he ordered the Elf.

Orophin did not hesitate and tossed the garment aside. He waited, apparently calm, for further orders, ever the dutiful slave.

Naveradir settled onto the cushions at the far end of the pile, the slave kneeling next to him. She darted nervous glances around, not sure of what was happening, and waited for Naveradir’s orders. He reached out and stroked her shoulders softly as one would a nervous dog or horse, to try to calm her. Pushing her head gently into his lap, he continued to soothe her until she ceased to tremble. He did not force her to take him in her mouth or anything else. He would avoid frightening or abusing her if at all possible.

Lastharos admired the Elf’s body. It was truly exquisite. Then he looked at Alexandra.

“Get rid of that ridiculous gown. It hides nothing.”

“Then why should I take it off?” she retorted.

“Because you said you would do anything I desired and I desire you to be naked.”

She continued to stare at him defiantly and he sighed then said to the Elf, “Strip her.”

Orophin reached out and tore the gown from her body and tossed it on the floor in front of Lastharos. He pointedly avoided looking at Alexandra. Though he had seen her naked before, this situation was entirely different.

Alex didn’t try to hide herself, but was acutely aware of the gazes of the others in the room. Orophin, she noticed, did not look at her but she could see Naveradir, expressionless and Lastharos, openly taking in her form.

“Take her. I have seen you with your mistress; I want to see you use this princess like a whore.”

“You do not wish to take her yourself?” Naveradir asked as he continued to comfort the slave beside him.

“Only after he has filled her with his seed.”

“Elves do not spill their seed unless binding,” Naveradir replied. While that was true of the western Elves, his kind did so freely. He wondered if Orophin could do it without binding with the woman. She had a husband so surely she could not forge a bond with another.

Had it been him with Alexandra, he could have taken the woman without thought and filled her to overflowing with all of the Elven honey Lastharos could desire. He had done so for thousands of years. The Lorien ellon, however, had his cultural tradition to inhibit him. And then there was the pesky matter of being in love with the wife of his friend …

“So I have heard,” Lasthros replied. “That is why I do not expect him to spill it for me. However, in her, he can do so freely. I care not how their binding works; if they become attached to one another, so much the better. However, the lady is already bound; she cannot bind again from what I have heard of their people.”

He turned back to Orophin. “Take her and use her as one would the basest slave.” He knew the Elf would likely balk, but he rather enjoyed this twisted torment of the princess and the Elf.

Orophin did not move; he could not. Of all the things he had expected from Lastharos, to order him to make love to Alexandra was not even a consideration.

Lastharos’ eyes narrowed and he gestured to a guard who left then returned with a young boy, barely old enough to leave his mother. The guard took out his knife and held it to the boy’s throat.

“Do as I say or I will have him killed. My dungeons are full of slaves, many of them children without their parents. I will kill one every time you refuse me.”

Naveradir felt disgust welling inside of him but did not let it show. Lastharos was beyond insane; he was pure evil.

Orophin turned to Alexandra and their gazes met. He knew she would understand what must be done though it would not be pleasant. Sweet Luthien! He had yearned for the woman since they met, but not like this. He wanted to make love to her, to give her pleasure beyond imagination, but Lastharos would not have that—he wanted Orophin to rape her.

Alex was horrified at Lastharos’ threat but knew he would do it, especially after having seen him kill the female slave earlier. She and Orophin dare not defy him. She looked into the eyes of her friend and saw the same realization. Knowing the beginning would be the hardest part, she stepped close to Orophin and looked up at him.

“Do what you must,” she said softly, focusing on the beautiful ellon. “I won’t break.”

“I would not betray your husband,” he said softly. Oh Eru, she was so close he could feel the heat from her body, the tips of her breasts lightly brushing against the smooth flesh of his chest.

“It’s no betrayal,” she replied, meeting his gaze with eyes full of trust. “He’ll understand.” She smiled slightly. “He’ll probably be glad it fell to you to do this.”

‘Not if he knew my heart,’ Orophin thought.

In answer he entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her against his body. His leggings were already growing uncomfortably tight, a state that seemed to be constant when he was around Alexandra. He lowered his mouth to meet hers.

Alexandra’s lips parted and for a moment she was completely overwhelmed by Orophin’s presence. He exuded comfort, strength … and love. Wrapping her arms around his hard-muscled torso, she pressed against him, seeking solace from her friend. Legolas would understand.

Orophin resisted emitting a sigh as he explored her warm mouth. He was not supposed to be enjoying this; he was supposed to be using her for Lastharos’ amusement. But this was Alexandra. His hands slid down her back to cup her rounded bottom and pulled her against his aching need.

“You are not to make love to her. This is not your mistress,” Lastharos snapped. “Master her. I know the males of your race are dominant; use her.”

“He will not be satisfied without violence and pain,” Orophin whispered in her ear.

“Then give it to him. If we get him aroused he’ll let his guard down.”

Orophin looked into her eyes then gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Forgive me, Alexandra, for what I will do.”

She smiled and pulled him close so she could whisper in his ear. “There is nothing to forgive. I trust you. Now hit me.”

His grip on her tightened reflexively. “No!”

“Do it. Don’t worry about the consequences, just do what he says.”

A cry of pain from the child caused both to look to where he knelt in front of the guard. Lastharos had taken one of the rounded, spiked tools from a table near his cushions and pressed it into the boy’s belly.

“I will gut him with this if you do not do as I say.”

Orophin turned back to Alexandra and with apology in his eyes, drew back his hand and slapped her.

She staggered as the blow fell. It was hard and painful and she was glad he was not truly angry with her. Playing her part, she uttered a curse and attacked him with her nails ready to shred his perfect flesh.

Orophin caught her wrists and twisted so that her back was to him, his arms pinning hers to her sides as she struggled. The wriggles of her bottom against his body only caused him to ache more and he found himself longing to plunge into her; anything to ease the driving need.

Lastharos leaned back with a smile, watching as the woman struggled. When Elves bound to their mates, he had heard, they could not lay with another. As a mortal, did she feel the same restriction? She and the Elf had tried to be pleasant and gentle, but he would not allow it. The fact that they were doing it under duress made the humiliation all the sweeter.

Naveradir knew the torture for Orophin was far worse than for Alexandra. The woman would do her part because she was a warrior; Orophin was one as well, but he was in love with Alexandra; to be forced to feign lust and brutality, to be forced to harm her was doubly hard on him. Again Naveradir wished it had fallen to him to do this; he liked Alexandra and considered her a friend, but he was accustomed to taking mortal females without compunction and using them for far rougher things than even Lastharos would imagine.

Orophin dragged Alexandra to floor as he knelt and threw her down on all fours.. She didn’t take kindly to his actions and struggled to move.

“You know my husband will kill you for this.”

“I care not what he will do. I am doing my duty as my mistress ordered. I am to satisfy the Ruler and this is his desire.” Grasping her legs, he pulled them apart, pressing his hips against her center, not from any great desire to enter her, though he could not deny his yearning, but to protect her from Lastharos’ prying eyes. He could not bear the thought of the Khandun looking at Alexandra’s most private parts.

Orophin had to admit she looked more than tempting in the uncomfortable position and the thought drifted through his mind that he would have enjoyed playing some of these games with her though he quickly forced it away.

Naveradir felt himself growing aroused at the sight and forced his body back under control. This sort of thing had been especially pleasurable back in the days when he had done as his father bade. Now, he was a different Elf; he did not want to do such things anymore.

Lastharos stroked himself through his leggings as he watched the Elf and the woman. The slave was somewhat stubborn but in the end did as bidden. He waited in anticipation for the Elf to fill her with his seed. Then he would taste her, would plunge into her, into the warm, filled channels left by the Elf and feel the Elven honey on his own member as he took the prince’s wife. He hoped the slave made her bleed with one of the many whips in the room.

Alex’s muscles were straining from the position but she could see the effect it had on Lastharos and so she endured. A part of her could not help but wonder what it would be like when Orophin took her body. Would it be like Legolas? She didn’t think so. He and Orophin were different and though she loved her friend, she didn’t have the bond with him that she did with her husband.

‘Legolas,’ she thought, ‘please forgive us. We have to do this to get Lastharos close enough to kill. I’m sorry.’

Orophin rubbed his hands over her rounded bottom and shapely hips, then brought his hand down onto the back of Alexandra’s thigh with a resounding slap.

She jerked in surprise and began a stream of curses. It hadn’t really hurt, but had been startling and had stung a bit.

Lastharos laughed. “It seems your husband does not hit you hard enough when you play together. Turn her flesh pink—no, red,” he ordered Orophin.

The Elf’s expression remained impassive as he once again slapped her bottom stinging a different part of her flesh. He brought his hand down with just enough force to warm the skin but not enough to bruise. He was far more skilled with such things than Lastharos knew and he knew just how much force to use and exactly where to strike to give the appearance of a severe spanking while doing no damage.

If he could satisfy Lastharos with the sights and sounds of punishing Alexandra then perhaps they could get away with not actually joining. He was shocked to realize he did not wish to do so, not here, not now. He craved her touch and her body, but not like this; not when they were being forced to act out this bizarre performance for the Butcher of Khand’s amusement.

And he did not wish to do anything to betray her husband. Legolas would, of course, understand anything they needed to do for survival and to give them a chance to kill Lastharos; but that knowledge still did not make it any easier for him to lay with the wife of his friend no matter how much he loved and desired the woman.

His hand remained on her back as if holding her in place. Alexandra had complete freedom of movement, his touch being light; but she remained bent over to give the illusion of being held against her will. She only wished Lastharos would join them so she could get her hands on him. She’d kill him the first chance she got.

As if in answer to her thoughts, the Khandun stood and walked around them, watching.

“Turn her on her back,” he ordered and Orophin did as told. Lastharos caught and held her wrists in an iron grip so she could not fight him.

Alexandra grunted with real pain as the Khandun forced her hard against the floor with a resounding thud. She was uncomfortable but could see Lastharos standing above her. Oh let him try to take her mouth—she’d have him screaming in seconds, and not from pleasure.

Without warning, Lastharos slapped her right breast hard; much harder than Orophin had.

She swore loudly and he laughed.

“Your husband’s touch is far too gentle,” he told her, backhanding her left breast, the ornate rings on his hand cutting into the flesh.

Her breasts had been more sensitive than usual lately and the pain was quite unpleasant.

“When my husband sees what you’ve done, he’ll gut you like a fish,” she told the Khandun.

“He will have the chance to watch me do far worse,” Lastharos replied, pinching her nipples hard, twisting and pulling them at the same time. He could see the grimace of pain that crossed the princess’ face and his arousal grew.

“Take her,” he ordered Orophin. “I want to taste you from her now.”

Orophin had no choice. He unlaced his leggings then pressed against the woman’s glistening core. Looking to Naveradir as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, an imperceptible signal passed between the two Elves. He began to move against her as he grasped her ankles.

Naveradir eased the slave from his lap. She had relaxed considerably when she saw this man was not going to hurt her. Leaning close to her, he whispered so only she could hear.

“Curl into a ball and hide behind one of the tables as soon as I move.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, but nodded understanding. His hands on her body had been gentle and he caressed her as he spoke.

“I do not wish to see you harmed, but it will be very dangerous here for a while.”

She nodded again then blinked in surprise as he kissed her tenderly. She had never felt such kindness and it did something to her body; made it feel … good.

Naveradir smiled at the woman as he slipped a sharp disc from his jeweled belt and thumbed a catch in the center. Barbed hooks sprang forth along the edges and he watched Orophin for the opportune moment.

The Lorien ellon could see Lastharos watching him as his body moved against Alexandra’s. The Khandun unconsciously stroked himself, his gaze fixed on Orophin’s shaft as the Elf’s hips moved back and forth against the woman who had ceased to struggle. The tip of Lastharos’ tongue brushed along his lower lip and Orophin knew it was time.

He looked down at Alexandra who had placed her hands on either side of her body, tensing as she saw the expression in his eyes. She closed her eyes in acknowledgement then waited to follow his lead.

He pushed Alexandra’s ankles away toward Lastharos, flipping her so she caught the Khandun in the chest. When she felt Orophin’s grip and saw Naveradir’s actions, she knew they were going to make their move and so was ready when her legs were released.

Alex drew her knees to her chest and kicked out, striking Lastharos’ chest with a hard blow, knocking him back against the table behind him. She landed on her feet in a crouch, knees bent and her hands in front of her then sprang up and clasped both hands together, slamming them against Lastharos’ head, stunning him for a bit. She looked around for a weapon but was forced to duck flying arrows.

Naveradir pushed the slave toward the table beside his end of the cushions, satisfied the woman would not move until he told her to. At the same time, he flung the disc across the room where it spun along, slitting the throats of three of the guards before they could release their arrows. Drawing his sword from beneath his robes, he began to slash the guards nearest him, disabling them so they could not complete arming themselves.

Orophin picked up one of the sharp spikes on a table, one large enough to have been used for impaling victims, and threw it like a javelin, striking one of the guards in the throat just as the arrow flew. The ellon dodged the projectile though it caught his shoulder a grazing blow. He ignored the sting and gathered more of Lastharos’ torture implements and used them to try to disable the guards who were firing at them.

The child seemed to have been abandoned and knelt on the floor, head down, hands covering his head. Orophin sprinted to him and picked him up, shoving him behind the table next to where Lastharos had reclined, then returned to where Alexandra was crouched beneath one of the frames on which the Butcher of Khand’s victims could be held.

“Are you harmed?” he asked the woman.

Shaking her head she accepted the sword he handed her as he took another of the fallen guards’ swords for himself. Tossing her his tunic, Orophin once more entered the fray as Alexandra covered herself then joined him.

Naveradir managed to kill several of the guards and blocked the door so Lastharos could not make his escape. Barring it, the Elf stabbed another of the guards as Orophin and Alexandra took on the remainder.

Lastharos stood in the middle of the room, his hand to his chest and a cold, defiant look on his face, a sword in his hand.

“You know you cannot escape,” the Khandun ruler told them, his tone as haughty as ever.

“I did not know that at all,” Naveradir replied. “Did you?”

Orophin shook his head. “I plan on being home very soon and returning Legolas’ wife to him.”

Lastharos laughed. “You would tell him what you did to her? He would smell your scent on her and from what I hear, raping another’s wife is quite taboo among your people.”

Orophin smiled. “I did not lay with her. You simply thought I did.”

Lastharos’ eyes narrowed. “I saw you take her.”

“You saw what you wanted to see,” Orophin snapped.

Alexandra wrapped herself in the tunic, taking comfort in Orophin’s scent. She saw the slaves watching with frightened eyes from behind the tables where they’d taken refuge and the turned her gaze back to Lastharos.

“You’re a despicable waste of flesh and air and I think a good punishment for you would be to throw you to your slaves and let them take their revenge.”

The Khandun laughed softly. “But you will not do such a thing. Your kind does not deal with retribution.” The sounds of running feet and shouts reached the people in the hidden dungeon and the Ruler raised a brow.

“It appears your husband and his friends have arrived,” he told Alexandra. “Too bad they will die at the hands of my servants.”