In the Ruins of Hope

In the Ruins of Hope

Chapter 5
Author: Frosty the Street Thug
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: The hobbits are dead. Arwen is dead. The war is not over, but the elves are leaving Middle-Earth. King Aragorn and the people of Minas Tirith are all who are left to fight for the freedom of the land. But what's this? They've been corrupted? Say it ain't so!
Au's 's Notes: Boromir lives. Deal.
Disclaimer: This is so far from Tolkien-verse it doesn't even need a disclaimer. ;)
Notes: Elvish translations will be at the end of each chapter.

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Calime didn't know what to do with herself. After she had gotten control over her crying and fear, she had pulled herself up and taken to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself off. The water felt good on her skin, taking with it all the dirt and pain she had collected over the past few days. When the shower was over, though, and she had climbed back into her somewhat-clean clothes, the reality of the situation came tumbling back to her. A thorough search of the room told her what she already knew - there was no way out. So now she sat in a chair, curled up as tight as she could, awaiting Boromir's return.

Tears lined her eyes as she thought about that last night she and Legolas had spent in Mirkwood. She had been worried then, about Valinor. Now she wanted nothing more than to be there. Legolas dominated her thoughts as she laid her head back against the soft chair. If they had done anything to him, she didn't think she be able to survive through that.

She heard voices outside the door and raised herself up, drawing her legs in. He was going to hurt her again, she was sure of that. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to be strong. If she wasn't, she would be no help to Legolas or anyone else.

There was a click at the door and Boromir walked in, casting a glance at Calime in the chair. "I see you've cleaned up," he said, addressing her as he would a pet, "That pleases me."

Calime clenched her jaw as she watched him remove his cloak. She resisted the urge to talk back to him. "Will you let me go now?" she asked, knowing it was in vain.

He did not laugh when he looked up. Instead, he looked irritated. "You know better than to bother asking," he said, removing the outer coat of his tunic and tossing it on the sofa. When he kicked off his boots, Calime began to breath heavily. "I saw your elf boyfriend."

Calime's eyes darted up as he approached her. "Legolas?" she asked, "Is he alright?"

Boromir grunted. "For now," he replied, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. "He bothers me. I can give you a promise, though, that the more you co-operate, the longer he will live."

"You would have me submit to you for his life?" Calime shook head sad softly, knowing in her heart that she would do that for Legolas. "How can I know you would not lie to me?"

He pulled her to the bed and pushed her down on it. "Visits can be arranged," he said, smiling. "Show me how much you care for your lover. Take off your dress."

Calime's eyes brimmed with tears as her mind spun. If there was even a possibility of a promise here, she would do what she had to to make it a reality. Sitting on the edge of the bed, not making eye contact with Boromir, Calime began to disrobe.

He stood abover her, watching with lustful eyes as she removed her clothing. Every move he made was noticed by her, and she jumped in fright when he jerked the balled-up gown from her hands.

"Lie back," he said, tossing the dress to the floor. Calime licked her dry lips and slowly inched her way back on the bed, laying flat and looking to the ceiling. She was too afraid to close her eyes, and found herself watching anything she could but app approach of Boromir.

Sitting down beside her, still fully clothed, Boromir began to stroke her abdomen. He pulled her hair behind her ears, and ran his finger up along the point. "I have never had an elf before," he said, watching her face, "Have you ever been with a mortal?"

Calime closed her eyes and tensed as his hand travelled low on her stomach. She could not speak but he knew he would be upset if she did not answer, so she shook her head softly.

Boromir laughed quietly as his hand slipped along the outer rims of her sensitive flesh. "I will be sure to make it...memorable for you." Calime instinctively tightened her legs against his hand, but that did not stop him from his pursuit. His fingers were strong as thtroktroked hnd tnd then penetrated her body.

Not being able to stop herself, Calime whimpered out at the intrusion. His eyes roamed down from her eyes to where he touched her and he smiled at her discomfort. When tears started to trickle from her eyes, Boromir wrapped his other arm around over her head and leaned close to her face.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, pressing his fingers in as far as he could. Calime writhed a little and whimpered as she tried to keep her eyes from locking with his. "Did your lover not fuck you hard enough to make this pleasurable?" He pinched her sensitive flesh before plunging his stiff fingers into her again and again.

Calime cried out and tried to block the pain. "God, please stop," she begged, her body aching with burning and humiliation. "Don't do this."

Boromir smoothed a hand over her hair and slowed his thrusts. "I will have you screaming before the night is over," he promised, pulling his fingers from her body and raising himself up. "You will beg for me to kill you before I am through."

She would have wished for death now, done something to him to earn having a blade against her throat, but she had more than just hlf tlf to think about. Calime could not let Legolas down, no matter how badly Boromir hurt her.

Laying still against the bed, she waited as Boromir stood up and began to undress. She averted her eyes, turning her head away from him as each drop of clothing caused her body to jump in nervous anticipation. Calime steeled herself, closing her eyes and taking long, deep breaths. He would not be gentle with her, she knew that.

When he was naked, Calime felt the bed shift with his weight. When a rough hand grabbed her face and turned her forward, her eyes opened wide in surprise. "You will look at me while I fuck you," he said darkly, letting her go and forcing her legs apart. "Show me what makes an elf so special."

Calime couldn't stop herself from crying out as Boromir thrust forward roughly and entered her body. She curled her legs upward as the burning sensation hit her abdomen. Boromir gripped her forearms and pulled them over her head, locking them in place as a hand held tight around her wrists.

His warm mouth found her breasts and he sucked hungrily on one while his free hand pinched at the other. His body rested against hers, not moving, but Calime could still feel him inside her. Tears streaked down her cheeks as he caused pain to her sensitive flesh, biting and making her whimper softly.

Boromir raised his face and looked down at Calime as he held tight on her hip and began to move against her. His thrusts were rough, each one intent on causing discomfort and shame. She could not look into his eyes, instead staring up past his shoulder, but she knew he watched her. Each time she cried out in torment, his gray eyes flashed with satisfaction.

"Louder, elf," he breathed, releasing his hold on her wrists and running a hand down her arm. Calime lowered her aching arms as he squeezed a breast and forced his hips into hers. "Scream for me."

She didn't think she could scream, even if she wanted to. His rape of her body took every bit of strength she had. The cries of pain were dying down to soft weeping as the act continued. Soon, though, Boromir began to lose himself in his violation of her and stopped caring about whether she screamed or not.

His hips jerked against hers a few times before he met his release and fell against her worn body. The air escaped from her lungs when his weight was upon her, and she unconsciously tried to push at his shoulders so she could breathe easier.

When she pushed his upper body, he looked down into her wet eyes. "Tired of me, already?" he asked, a smirk on his lips. Without caring of her paie dre drew himself from her body and rolled over on the bed, exhaling deeply. "You should get used to it."

Calime was exhausted. She couldn't even find the strength overover herself. "I want to see Legolas," she said, turning her head to face him. She would not back down from standing up to him when proper.

He snorted a laugh and got up off the bed, grabbing his pants and dressing. Sitting up, Calime curled her legs into her body and waited for his reponse. "I do not red wed well to demands," he said, crossing his arms.

"You promised me if I submitted to you, you would make sure Legolas was not harmed. I want proof of that. Let me see him." Calime's eyes were dry now, and she raised her chin defiantly.

Boromir shook his head and grinned. "You will see your elf soon enough," he replied, "I am a man of my word. Do not think, though, you can continue to make such demands."

Calime gazed around the room, wondering if she'd be here for eternity. "How long will you have use of me? When you are finished, am I to be put to death?" oromoromir, who had been pulling on his shirt, stopped and narrowed his eyes. She could have sworn she saw hesitation in his expression, but his words were as cold as ever. "Death is too good for your kind," he said, "I know not what will happen to you when I tire of your body. Nor do I care."

She nodded, almost as if no other response would have fit. A darkness began to cloud her mind. If it weren't for the other elves, Calime would have begged for death long ago. It now occured to her, though, that they all would most likely die anyways. Was there any point in prolonging her torment and humiliation?

"I have work to do, then I will be back. Make sure you are presentable." Calime snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

She watched as Boromir left the room, locking the door behind him. Her t skt skipped a beat as she wondered if he would be bringing Legolas to her soon. She needed to see him. She didn't know how much more she could take without knowing he was alright.

Calime knew she should get up and clean herself, but her body was exhausted. Thinking it would only be for a moment, she laid down on the warm bed and closed her eyes. Sleep overtook her.

The next thing she knew, rough hands had gripped her upper arms and were shaking her. Opening her eyes, she saw the very angry face of Boromir staring down at her. "Elf-bitch," he growled, jerking her upwards and throwing her down on the floor. Calime tried to stand up, but he shoved her back down on the carpet. "I told you to be ready when I got back."

Sleep was still warm in her head. "I'm sorry," she said, rubbing her face and looking up at Boromir, "I fell asleep."

"I don't want to hear excuses," he said, kicking at her leg. "I'd teach you a lesson, but I'd hate for you to have a bruised face at dinner."

Calime frowned, rubbing at her leg. "Dinner?"

Boromir grabbed a dress from the bed and threw it at her. She had not seen it there when he was shaking her. "Get dressed. And pull your hair back. I want your ears visible."

Slowly getting to her feet, Calime thought about what was happening. She knit her brow when she realized he was going to take her out in public and parade her around like she was a piece of property. Nothing could be done, though. Feeling defeated and more that a little scared, she brushed past Boromir without looking at him and walked into the bathroom.

Calime closed the door and stared into the mirror. Her face was red and her hair messy. Sniffing and rubbing her nose, she pulled on the gown Boromir had brought for her. In any other time or place she would have thought it beautiful, but now, as she stared at her form in the mirror, it looked like her body was drenched in blood. The deep red of the dress and her dark hair illuminated her white skin, causing Calime to appear sunken and tired. Figuring Boromir would not approve, she washed her face and patted at her cheeks, giving them a soft glow. She did as she was told with her hair, drawing pieces of it back into a small braid.

Boromir was waiting when she exited the washroom. She pulled on the shoes at the edge of the doorway and raised her face to look at him. He stared up and down her form and she waited, expecting him to be upset with something. "That's better," he said, holding out an arm. Calime hesitated, but his cold glare made her take it. "I expect you to be on your best behaviour. If you please me, I may take you to see that elf of yours before the night has ended."

Calime nodded, her breath coming easier at the potential promise of seeing Legolas. Boromir led her out of the room and down the hall, through the room where the King's throne was. There was no one around, and the only sounds were their footfalls. "Where are we going?" she asked quietly, not sure if she should speak, but feeling the need to express herself somehow.

He didn't seem to take offense. "It is a dinner to celebrate a recent victory."

She didn't ask if that victory was the capture of her and her kind. Sighing, she walked silently with Boromir as they crossed the courtyard and entered a hall on the far side of it. There were people here, and she lowered her head as the few guards stared at her. When Boromir pushed open the door to the dining room, Calime unconsciously tightened her grip on his arm. The room was full of people, mostly men, including the King and Boromir's brother. The few people they passed on their way to the table were not discretionary in their appreciation of her.

Boromir didn't seem bothered. He sat her down in a chair and took a seat beside her, instantly falling into conversation with a man on his right side. Calime didn't look up, hoping to keep from drawing attention erseerself. Staring at the plate, she immediately realized how hungry she was.

"Do not look so sullen," said a voice beside her, and Calime looked up, meeting bright blue eyes. "Be grateful Boromir has let you out of your cage." Blushing, Calime looked down at her plate again. She knew Faramir was still staring at her, a faint smile upon his lips. "I'm sorry. Have I embarrassed you?"

Feeling herself getting angry, she looked up at Boromir's brother with flashing eyes. "You embarrass only yourself," she spat, clenching her teeth. Averting her gaze from him, she looked across the table and wondered if she should not just keep her mouth shut and take their abuse.

To her surprise, Faramir laughed. "You are stronger than your kinswomen," he said, and she looked up at him in confn. \n. "The elf I took did not speak a word to me, let alone insult me."

Calime felt her anger increasing. "You have taken others?" she asked, her eyes wide and furious, "Why don't you just leave them alone?"

A large hand touched her right shoulder and she spun around. Boromir's eyes were not amused. "Did I not warn you about being disrespectful?" he asked calmly.

From her other side, Faramir grinned. "It is alright, Boromir. I find her temper quite appealing. The other elf I had," he said, looking into Calime's eyes, "She was too easy."

Calime glared at Boromir's brother. If he wanted her to fight him, she would have no problems giving him that. "Lin caro enni caeleb," she growled, not backing down from his stare.

Faramir grinned. "Lin caro enni maelui," he replied, and Calime's face fell dark as her eyes widened in surprise.

"Enough!" barked Boromir, and Calime inhaled sharply. "I will not have you two ruining this evening. Have your fun later, Faramir."

"As you wish, brother," he said, casting one last look at Calieforefore turning to begin conversation with another.

Swallowing hard, she grabbed the glass of wine in front of her andted ted it to her lips, drinking deeply. Her head was swarming with fear and noise. "Valar help me," she whispered to herself, placing the glass back on the table. This was going to be a painful evening.

Calime knew those that could were watching her. Often her hands went to her ears, unconsciously wanting to pull her hair over them. She stopped herself, though, not wanting Boromir's attention upon her. He had barely looked at her since Faramir, and she hoped to keep it that way.

As much as she didn't want to, she ate well when the food arrived. Trying to starve herself would be an agonizing way to die, she decided. Her anger had died down, but her self-pity was growing. Boromir had brought her here to be humiliated, and she found herself feeling that two-fold.

When the dinner was over and mingling began, Calime did not move from the table. Boromir had roamed to the other side of the room, leaving her alone. She shook her head at how he was treating her, like he knew she would not even try to escape. It made her sad to think that he was right. She wouldn't try. Not now.

A large figure sat in the empty chair beside her and Calime's eyes widened when she looked up. "Lord Aragorn," she breathed, surprised he would come to see her. Feeling hopeful, she looked to this as an opportunity to talk to him.

Aragorn's blu blue eyes looked over her face and dress. "You look lovely," he said quietly.

Calime blinked softly. "Please listen to me," she said, leaning forward, "What is happening is wrong. Will you not help me?"

Reaching out a hand, Aragorn took a lock of dark hair in his fingers and smoothed over the strands. "We do not have many reasons to make gowns here," he said, seemingly distracted. His hands moved downward to her dress, touching the rim of the fabric. "This used to be Arwen's."

Pulling back, Calime inhaled sharply. "Elessar," she said strongly, hoping to gain his attention, "Tiri na enni! Im al-Arwen!"

His eyes roamed over her dark hair and fair ski"Ind"Indeed you are not," he replied, staring into her eyes, "You are alive. Arwen is dead."

"I may be dead soon, as well, if you do not help me," she pleaded. "Do you not see the evil that has taken this place?"

Aragorn sighed heavily, but his expression did not change. "I see the evil. I um tirad enni."

Calime's face crumbled. It had taken even Aragorn. He would be of no help to her. "Do you care for Legolas no longer?" she asked. "How would Arwen feel, seeing you like this?"

His eyes rose up from her hair. "It would sadden her. I thank Valar she is not here to see it."

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Calime turned her head and looked at Boromir. He had not taken notice of her speaking with the King. "Sodh innas al-edonna sen aranarth ar-lin amdir," she asked, turning back, "Do you have none left?"

"Im gerin al-bach," he replied, touching her face gently. Calime didn't know what the King's intentions were, but she could not help but feel sympathy for him. Legolas had told her of the kind of man he was, and she knew that this was only a shell of what he had been.

"My Lord." Calime jerked back from Aragorn's touch and looked up at Boromir. When her eyes turned back to the King, she saw no surprise there, only irritation. "If you are finished with the lady, I have promised her a visit with her kin."

Taking a deep breath, Calime stood without waiting for permission. "I am finished," said Aragorn, rising as well. "My lady," he said, bowing and taking leave of th

Boromir's expression was steely. He grabbed her arm and pulled her through the nearly-empty hall and out into the courtyard. "What did he speak to you of?" he asked, letting her go and continuing walking, expecting her to follow. "N "Nothing," she said, elaborating when he glared at her, "He told me this was Arwen's dress."

"Sentimental fool," he mumbled, shaking his head. Calime frowned at Boromir. Did he not trust Aragorn?

Nothing more was said until they arrived at the hall where the elves were being kept. Calime waited, holding her breath, as Boromir outlined the rules. "This is a short visit. Do not attempt anything, or I will see him killed. Make sure he does nothing stupid. That would not fare well for either of you."

Calime nodded lid licked her lips. When Boromir opened the door and entered, she followed him in.

Immediately Legolas was on his feet and coming towards her. "Calime!" he said, grabbing her and enveloping her body in his embrace. She grinned and rested her face in his shoulder, tears stinging at her eyes.

"Legolas," she breathed, pulling back and running her hand over his cheek, "Are you alright?"

He kissed her gently and nodded. Slowly, his gaze turned to Boromir, who was standing not far behind them with his arms crossed. Calime looked back and frowned, touching Leg fac face. "Ignore him," she whispered, "We do not have much time."

His wide blue eyes fell upon hers. He noticed her unfallen tears and touched her face. "Are you hurt?" he asked. Calime lowered her face for a few moments before looking up at him again. She could not hide what had been done to her. Legolas would know, even now.

"I am fine," she said, placing a hand on his chest. "I am not hurt."

From behind her, Calime could hear Boromir chuckle. Legolas raised his eyes and she could feel him tense. "Im innas esgari lin dul ego," he said to the Captain, and Calime jerked at his tunic.

"Legolas!" she muttered, staring up at him with hard eyes, "Car-al thaes on ruth."

"Dihena-enni," he replied, smoothing down her hair, "I only worry for you."

"I will survive through this, Legolas," she said, smiling, "But you have to survive, too. Do you understand me?"

His eyes darkened, but he nodded. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a soft kiss, tasting her mouth and burning it to memory. "Melethon-le," he breathed, parting from her, "Remember that."

"It is time to go," said Boromir gruffly.

The unshed tears in Calime's eyes began to fall. Reaching upwards, she pulled Legolas into a long, tender kiss then pulled away, licking her salty lips. "I will see you again," she said, trying to convey hope to his sad, desperate eyes.

Legolas grabbed her hand as she backed away. "Im al-innas leithia lin an on," he said through clenched teeth.

Calime wiped the tears from her face and squeezed his hand. "Do not be foolish," she said, "Do as I ask and let me go. I will be back."

She pulled her hand from his and turned, covering her mouth with her hand so she would not release a sob. Calime did not turn to look at him, leaving the hall and allowing herself to fall to the floor once the door shut behind she and Boromir.

His strong hand gripped her arm and pulled her to her feet. "Do not make me carry you," he said, pushing her down the hall. Calime choked back sobs as she slowly made her way back up to the courtyard.

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TBC

Elf-Speak:

Lin caro enni caeleb. - You make me sick.
Lin caro enni maelui. - You make me lustful.
Tiri na enni! Im al-Arwen! - Look at me! I am not Arwen!
I um tirad enni. - The evil sees me.
Sodh innas al-edonna sen aranarth ar-lin amdir. - Peace will not beget this kingdom without your hope.
Im gerin al-bach. - I have nothing.
Im innas esgari lin dul ego. - I will cut off your head.
Car-al thaes on ruth. - Do not tempt his anger.
Dihena-enni. - Forgive me.
Im al-innas leithia lin an on. - I will not release you to him.