Persuasion

Persuasion

Chapter 5
Author: Frosty the Linebacker
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Haldir, Arwen, OC, NC, AU, Darkfic
Summary: Long ago, Sauron got ahold of the one ring. After a long war, and the subsequent falling of the Dark Lord, the Elves are all who live. They were not immune, though, to the darkness that spread during the long years of Sauron's reign. Instead of talking things out, they decide busting heads is the best solution to their differences. Can't argue with that!
Notes: Elvish translations are at the end of sto story.


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Ellaire bit her lower lip as she tried to stand up straight. The last few minutes were a blur, but she knew Haldir was awake. She rejoiced in that, for it was one of the few things that gladden her in this dreadful place.

"Ellaire?" His voice was soft against the quiet, and she knew he was worried. There was so much pain in her body, she could barely find the strength to raise her eyes to his.

A soft smile spread over her lips as her breathing became more calm. The burn on her neck was more numb than anything, but her throat hurt from Legolas' strong hand. "I am so happy you're awake, Haldir," she said, her voice shaking, "I was afraid you'd sleep forever."

She could see his blue eyes travel her over, flickering to the wooden table on occasion. "Are you alright?"

The heated vengeance and pleasure evident in Legolas' eyes was scorched into her mind. He had enjoyed hurting her, and she was sure he would continue to do so. "I'll be fine," she whispered, leaning her head back against the wall. She wanted so badly to sit down, but the chains would not allow that.

Haldir's voice became throaty. "How long have we been here?"

She swallowed heavily, her own throat burning. "Not long. A day or so." She shifted in the chains and wiped her wet face. Tentatively she touched the burn on her neck, and winced at the pain it caused.

"How did we get here?" She looked up at Haldir, whose eyes were focused on the hallway that led outdoors. "I don't understand how they captured us."

"I don't know, either." Ellaire watched her friend as he leaned against the steel bars, helpless to everything. If Legolas came back, he would not be able to help her. "Celeborn will come for us, won't he?"

His bright blue eyes travelled to hers, and she felt her stomach tense at his expression. "I cannot say for sure," he said, noticing her downcast eyes. "I have hope he might, if only to make sure we do not give away secrets."

"He knows we would die before doing that," she said heavily. Angry, she yanked at the chains in the wall, trying to break them free from the cement and brick. Dust fell, but they did not loosen.

Haldirkedrked at the cell bars, pushed into worry by Ellaire's actions. "There must be a way out of here," he muttered, looking everywhere for a sign of weakness.

She pulled at the chains again, to no avail. "I don't think there is," she sighed, resting her cheek against the cold wall.

The Marchwarden looked at her, his eyes wild with anxiety and frustration. "I would kill him if I could, Ellaire," he breathed, shaking his head, "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help you."

"I know." She smiled softly. "Just promise me, Haldir, promise me, if any of them do anything worse than this to me," she gestured to the burn, "Don't watch. Turn away."

"Worse?" He looked as though it had not occured to him, and the thought caused him to blanch. "I will not allow that to happen."

She laughed darkly, feeling exhaustion overwhelming her senses. "You will not have a choice," she said, grinning, "Promise me."

He shook his head as his expression became sickened. "I will do no such thing. I will not turn away from you when you're in pain."

The smile quickly faded from her face and was replaced by a frown of sadness. "I don't want you to watch that," she said with grit teeth, "I don't want to know that you're seeing me like that. I will never be able to look at you again." Tears filled her eyes, but she fought them off.

"I will sooner die than let them touch you." Haldir sounded adamant, but Ellaire knew he would not be able to stop them. Her instincts told her the elves of Mirkwood and Imladris would not be content merely torturing her, when they could do something infinitely worse. The last thing she wanted was to be raped in front of her friend.

"Haldir," she breathed as her eyelashes touched her skin, "I'm sorry. I should have treated you better."

"Ellaire!" he yelled, banging on the steel bars. She jerked her eyes open at the noise and knit her brow. "Heblin henim laden. Ae thinnale, im nainnas erui. Caral awarthanin."

"Nin rhaw no gern," she whispered, holding her eyes open, "Im iest an odh."

"You will have it," he said softly, "But you must not give up."

A quiet, ironic laugh escaped her lips. "I can barely take this, a small burn. What will happen when he comes back?" She shook her head, as if deciding her fate. "I am weak."

Haldir slammed his fist against the wall and paced his cell. Ellaire glanced at him, knowing he was angry, and knowing some of that anger was directed at her. In her exhaustion, though, she found she did not care. All the adrenaline that had coursed through her body was gone now, and if the chains allowed her to slip to the floor souldould already be there.

The harsh noise of the door sounded in her ears. Feeling her sense prick up, she turned her eyes to the hall and awaited the return of her tormentor. Haldir did the same, she noticed, gripping the bars with tight fists.

A blonde figure was expected, and Ellaire frowned when the elf that came forward was not Legolas. She recognized this one, though, not only because he was the one who removed the Prince from her presence. Lord Elrond HalfElven was well-known in Lorien.

He approached her and silently touched a finger to her face, pushing at her jaw so her neck was exposed. She tensed and watched his face with wide, frightened eyes.

"He is an animal," he said quietly as his fingers brushed the burn on her skin. She trembled slightly and glanced at Haldir, who was watching the exchange with narrowed and angry eyes.

Ellaire swallowed and looked back at Elrond, whose own gaze was tracing the same path his warm finger now took. He slid along her shoulder and pushed the edge open slightly. "It is a shame for such a lovely thing to be damaged."

"Get away from her." She and Elrond both turned at Haldir's voice. Ellaire felt suddenly panic not not knowing how the Lord of Imladris would reac the the Marchwarden.

Elrond smiled and walked towards the cell that Haldir occupied. The blonde elf stared at him without fear, and she found herself wishing he would back down. He had begged her not to leave him alone her, and she knew she would not be able to survive without him as well.

"HaldirElroElrond's voice was smooth against the quiet. "I have sent Legolas to attend to a few things before he returns to complete his task. I suggest you gain strength before his arrival."

"You know I will reveal nothing to you," he replied, "Your threats of torture only increase my want to see you dead and Imladris burned."

A corner of Elrond's lips raised into a smirk. "We will see. Legolas can be very...persuasive, when he wants to be. Unfortunately," he turned, glancing at Ellaire, "He chose the wrong person to influence."

"She knows nothing," Haldir hissed, "Release her, and I will think about allowing you to live."

Harsh, dark laughter escaped the elder elf's lips. "If you were not behind bars, I might consider that threatening. It matters not what she knows. You were the target, you have the information we desire. Your companion...that was merely luck."

Ellaire shifted in her chains, recognizing what he spoke of. Legolas had had the same intentions, but Elrond was going to take her away.

"Lorien will come for us, and you will die as a result," spat Haldir as Elrond turned away and came back towards Ellaire.

The dark elf's eyes lingered on her face as he smiled. "You waste your breath, Marchwarden." Pulling a key from his pocket, Elrond unlocked the manacles around her wrists. Taking the opportunity, she tried to run by him, but he grabbed her easily.

"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling in his grasp. He was strong, though, stronger than her, and no amount of hitting weakened him as he took hold of both her arms and held her steady.

She saw Haldir watching them angrily. "Lavan!" he growled as Ellaire stopped moving, "Im innas garo lin gwanath!"

"Perhaps," said Elrond, "But not at this time."

Ellaire remained quiet as she was pulled along. Haldir watched them, a helpless look in his eyes. "Ellaire!" he called as they neared the hall, "Im innas tolan le, meleth."

The dark hallway obscured her vision as her eyes brimmed with tears. There was no point in fighting what was going to happen, for she was surrounded by evil without hope of an escape. What would happen to Haldir, though, was forefront in her mind. She made a promise to herself, then, not to leave him. If he did not come for her, she would go for him.

The sharp, bright light of day caused her to wince as they left the gloom of the dungeons. For fir first time in long years, her eyes fell upon the sparkling beauty of Rivendell. It was as it had always been, green and white and stately. The darkness of the elves had not changed it. Ellaire looked up at the elf who was leading her down a stone pathway towards what she assumed would be his residence. He did not even return the gaze, though she knew he could feel her stare. She considered pulling from him and running, but leaving Haldir was not an option.

The grip on her arm lessened as they walked. She did not fight back, knowing now was not the time. In his rooms, when they were alone in the quiet, was where she would try to escape. Until then, though, it would be best to go along without disagreement.

Her neck still throbbed as they climbed the stairs of a large, stone building. In the doorway stood a lone figure, dressed in robes of blue. When they got closer, and the shadows no longer obscured her, Ellaire recognized who it was.

"Father," said Arwen quietly, frowning, "I have been waiting for you." Her eyes moved to Ellaire. "Why is she here?"

Elrond's face bore no smile. "She is here for my use, daughter. I ask that you do not bother us. We can speak later."

Arwen's eyes flashed as she looked over the girl in her father's clutches. Her expression was similar to when she studied Ellaire in the dungeons, minutes before Legolas burned her.

The girl did not speak, though, only watched in quiet rage as her father dragged the Lorien elf through the doors. Ellaire glanced at her before they closed, noting a seething hatred in her blue eyes. Turning, she frowned, wondering what Arwen was thinking to have sheer hate so evident in her expression.

Elrond opened a white door which Ellaire found led to a large bedroom. She bit the inside of her cheek as the dark elf let her arm go and locked the door. Glancing back, she watched as Elrond slipped the key which undid her manacles into a small drawer. Her eyes drifted away when he looked up, and she quickly took in the room, looking for any means of an escape. Anything that could be used as a weapon.

The room was sparse. A vase filled with birds of paradise stood out as the only thing that could be used to injure him when he attacked. As her hands clenched at the front of her shirt, and her throat once again became dry, she looked back at the Lord of Rivendell. He was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, watching her closely.

"I encourage you to fight, my dear, as soon as possible. So we can get that out of the way." He had been observing her, and she had been obvious.

Ellaire took a deep breath and moved to the small window. Looking out, she felt caged. "Are your intentions merely to rape me, or to kill me as well?" she asked, clenching her jaw as she looked towards him.

He smiled then, softly. "I will have you until you are too worn to be of use. Then I will decide your fate. My decision, though, may rest upon how...accomodating you are."

Accomodating? She frowned angrily, staring at the smile that grew upon his lips. "What does it matter if I am accomodating? Either way, you will do as you want."

He pushed away from the wall and lowered his arms. "While true, it is always more pleasing to have a willing partner. I am not an animal, as your companion alleges. This can be a good experience for you as well."

Blinking, she stared up as he advanced towards her. "I would never submit to an Imladris raug," she spat, "I would rather die."

He was close to her now, close enough to touch. Reaching out a hand, he brushed the hair back from her shoulder. "Pride will not gain you, nor your friend, anything of use."

Ellaire shoved away his hand. "I have no do tha that you will use me as you please, then kill me as well as my friend. There is no reason for me to submit to you, no matter what your promises. If this is going to happen, I suggest you get on with it so I can kill you."

Snaking a hand behind her, she took hold of a small, silver paperweight. Elrond smiled at her words, not noticing her movements, and grabbed hold of her upper arm. "As you wish."

Without warning, he jerked her forward and threw her down to the floor. Ellaire maintained a hold on the small object, fit tightly into her palm, as she pushed herself up from the carpet.

"I have found in the past that one thing young ladies find especially shameful is taking pleasure in a violation. My intentions are pure, Ellaire of Lothlorien. I will give you what you would deny yourself."

As he came forward for her, Ellaire tightened her fist and threw it forward to his face. It was unexpected, and she made contact. The paperweight gave her speed and force, and she held tight to it as Elrond fell against the wall.

"I will not let you touch me," she hissed, standing back as he stood straight and touched his lip. A small amount of blood stained his fingers.

He came close, without speaking, and Ellaire braced herself for another hit. He expected it this time, though, and was too fast for her as she tried to punch him in the stomach. His strong hand caught her wrist, and he bent her back until she twisted in his grasp.

"You will learn respect," he hissed in her ear as he dragged her back against his chest. She struggled, but he had her pinned.

Her arm was twisted behind her back. Unable to move, Elrond easily brought her other wrist around and held them both with one hand. Ellaire tried to move, tried to see what he was doing, but only felt his movement until his other arm came around her with a knife in hand.

Her eyes went wide and with renewed energy she fought against him. "No!" she yelled, as he brought the blade close, "Let me go!"

Elrond's lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. "Hold still, or I may cut you."

She froze as the cold steel of the knife touched the skin of her abdomen. He pushed it under her shirt and dragged it up, te, tearing the fabric. When the garment parted, he slid the blade between her breasts and cut the material of her bra.

Ellaire held her breath and closed her eyes as her body became exposed to him. There was no hesitation before she felt his hand on her skin, cupping her breast and squeezing softly. He still held the knife.

His breathing was hot and rough in her ear as his hand trailed down her abdomen to her pants. He cut the ties binding them easily, then slipped the knife back in his pocket.

Elrond pushed the clothing from her shoulders, and released her hands long enough to pull the garments off her. He dropped the shirt, but kept the bra, and used it to tie her wrists together.

"It will be better if you just lie still," he said, forcing her down on the bed. With her hand bound, she tried to push herself up, but the ties were tight and it was too difficult. Before she could move, Elrond sat down beside her and pushed her shoulder to the bed.

His hand was hot on her bare shoulder. "I will kill you the first chance I get," she hissed as his dark eyes roamed freely over her body. As he held her to the bed, his other hand snaked to her pants and loosened the already cut ties.

"You will get no chance," was his reply as he let go of her and roughly gripped the hem of her pants, pulling them off her waist along with her lace panties. With one swift movement, they were no longer on her body and she was naked before him.

A humiliated flush reddened her body. Her anger was quickly being replaced with anxiety and horror, and intense fear. She was going to be raped. A part of her had believed that it wouldn't happen, that somehow she would manage to get out of this situation. Part of her hoped Haldir would've come for her. She had been so intent on killing Elrond before this happened, but here she was, bound by the wrists and helpless to his touch.

His eyes were ever-watchful, lingering on her face and breasts. She felt his hands at her pelvis, and her mind screamed. She should have kicked out, tried to hit him with her feet, but her body was frozen as he smoothed his fingers along her hip.

Ellaire held back a whimper as Elrond's touch lowered and he brushed against her sensitive flesh. "Please stop," she breathed, closing her eyes and holding her legs together.

His hand brushed back her hair as his touch became stronger. "You will enjoy this, my dear," he said as he pressed a finger into her body. She tightened her legs, trying to force him back, but she was unable.

She shivered against his rhythmic touch. It was true, what he said. He was trying to please her against her will. Ellaire held back a moan as he pushed a second finger into her body and stroked her sensitive flesh gently.

"I will have you writhing in pleasure," he whispered, flicking his finger against her. She bit her lip and unconsciously moved against his hand. The sensations were strong and unwanted, but still sent sparks through her legs and abdomen. Steeling herself against them, she concentrated on making it through his assault without feeling. She stared at the ceiling, not meeting his dark eyes.

The feelings in her body threatened to overtake her senses as his thrusts became more seeking. "Stop it," she growled in low tones, moving her sore arms and glaring up at Elrond.

"Sweet girl," he said, sliding his fingers in and out at a steady pace, "Do not deny that you want this. I can feel you move against me."

She struggled, but did not want to open her legs to him. Movement was difficult. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and felt them become wet. Tensing, she fought against the tears. She would not cry in front of him.

His violation of her was so intense and warm, it was immediately missed when he pulled his hand away. Ellaire's eyes fluttered open and her body relaxed slightly as she looked up. He smiled down at her as he stood up and began to disrobe.

Ellaire tried to push herself up, but her legs were weak. She couldn't help but pin her gaze on Elrond as his clothes hit the floor. "If you do this, my people will torment you into death," she said, her voice shaking, as she pushed herself up against the headrest.

"Your continued faith that your people will come for you is admirable. Admirable, but foolish. They realize the danger in a rescue mission. Celeborn is wise. He would not risk so many for two individuals who, in your own words, would never betray Lorien."

She looked away as Elrond bared himself before her. Her mind reeled with the possibility that he was right, that Lorien would not come for them and that they would forever be kept in Imladris as slaves to torture. Her entire body trembled as he approached the bed and sat down on the edge, placing a warm hand on her thigh.

"I will fight you," she whispered as his thumb stroked her skin. Despite her intentions and words, she felt numb at his touch. Too weak to do anything but allow him to take advantage of you.

Elrond pulled her legs so she was laying down on the bed once again. Her arms were stiff beneath her as he brushed his fingers to her chest, pinching her breasts softly. "You don't want to fight me," he breathed, moving his hand to her neck and up her jaw, fingering her full lips.

Ellaire swallowed and stared at the ceiling, closing her eyes when he leaned over her and pressed his mouth to hers. She was expecting a forceful entry, but his kiss was soft and seeking, his tongue moving slowly past her lips and darting in and out in teasing thrusts. It would have been a loving kiss, if not for the intention behind it.

"Don't do this," she begged as his warm mouth left hers. His eyes were half-lidded as he laid over her, covering her body with his heat. The hazy lust in his expression told her there was no escape from this.

"Don, meleth," he said, parting her legs and adjusting himself, "I want only your moans of ecstasy."

Ellaire arched her neck back in pain as he slid himself into her sensitive body, pushing as far down as he could. His hands braced her hips to the bed, holding her steady for his entry. She writagaiagainst him, hoping to shield the tremors of pain and pleasure, but he was too strong.

She could not stop the tears from falling any longer. The wetness trailed down her cheeks as her eyes opened, her senses becoming so acute to what was happening. Moving her chest upward, trying to ease the weight on her arms, Elrond took the advantage and sent his mouth to her upraised peak, sucking lustily on the flesh. Ellaire moaned, unable to hold it back, as he rested in her throbbing body.

Feeling cold when his lips left her chest, Ellaire bit her lip and tried to distance herself as he once again started his assault. This rape was not rough, which almost made it worse. Elrond pulled back slowly and set a needy, steady pace, and Ellaire was sure he was doing his best to make sure she felt something other than pain. She could not stop the tears streaming down her face as a hand pulled her thigh up along his body, sending him deeper into her. His other hand branded her skin with its heat as he touched every part of her.

"Do you like that?" he hissed, his half-lidded eyes watching her face intensely. Elrond jerked his hips into hers, causing her top atp at the unexpected movement. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Unable to speak, she simply shook her head as best she could. It was a weak movement, though, as her body became overcome with sensations from the assault. The thrusting was beginning to strengthen, become more seeking. Elrond's breath was hot in her ears as he sunk his lips to her shoulder and sucked, marking her with his teeth.

"Moan for me," he breathed against her, slowing down and then, causing her to inadvertantly answer his request, forcing himself deep within her. She could feel him smile before he ran his tongue along her neck, tasting the salt.

Soon he lost interest in prolonging her rape, and set his mind on his own release. His groans were lost against her neck as his hand gripped her tensely, and his hips rolled against hers in a continued, heated motion.

Ellaire hissed in a breath when he completed the act, suffocating her with his body and falling against her. She could feel him so intensely upon her, his sweat mixing with hers, his laboured breathing pushing her to the bed again and again. Elrond slowly raised his face to hers, and though her eyes were open, Ellaire could not meet his gaze.

"You are as soft as any Imladris elf-maiden," he said gently, touching her hair and allowing the moist strands to run through his fingers, "It is painful to see such beauty in the enemy."

She didn't speak or meet his eyes as his lips found hers and kissed softly, his tongue only running along her mouth, not intruding into the depths. She was grateful for that, and sighed deeply when he pulled from her body and sat up.

He stood and looked down on her as he dressed. Slowly, Ellaire pulled the bedsheets over her body, trying to hide from view. "You have earned your rest," he said as he pulled a cloak over his shoulders, "I will be back later."

Her eyes flickered to the door as he headed towards it, opened it, and pulled it closed behind him. The sharp click of the lock made her blink, and though she knew she should get up and do what she could to escape, her body begged her not to. Every part of her was numb. Sniffing, Ellaire closed her eyes and tried to fade into the dark. Just for a while.

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Elf-Talk:

Heblin henim laden. Ae thinnale, im nainnas erui. Caral awarthanin. - Keep your eyes open. If you fade, I will be alone. Do not abandon me.
Nin rhaw no gern. Im iest an odh. - My body is worn. I wish for rest.
Lavan! Im innas garo lin gwanath! - Animal! I will have your death!
Im innas tolan le, meleth. - I will come for you, love.
Raug. - Demon.
Don, meleth. - Silence, love.