To Kill An Elf
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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3,138
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22
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Chapter 5
Title: To Kill an Elf
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: None yet; Characters include Erestor, Gildor, OMC, Glorfindel, and Elrond
Rating: This chapter NC-17, HEED THE WARNINGS
Warnings: Violence, torture, Bad!Gildor, Angry!Elrond, naughty language, and forgive my terrible attempts at elvish.
Summery: No evil deed goes unpunished.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
“I suggest,” said a deep voice, “ that you begin talking before I must resort to more drastic measures.”
“Eat warg shit.”
“So be it. Glorfindel. Find something interesting in my collection.”
The sound of the whip cracking against flesh once more resounded through the chamber as the blond Elda went to the unassuming cupboard built into the wall of the dark room. He pulled out several pouches and viewed their labels as the ringing of the lash and pained grunts continued. Satisfied, the Seneschal brought his picks over to Elrond, careful to stay out of the way as the Lord rained lashes down on the bound elf’s back and buttocks. A few forceful lashes later, Elrond ceased his movements. He was panting slightly as he hung the whip back on the wall. He silently held his hand out for the small leather bags. Glorfindel handed them over and watched as the Lord went through and selected what he wanted. Elrond took up a bowl and poured the contents inside. Selecting a cream from the cabinet, he added it and mixed until he was satisfied. He donned a tight fitting leather glove and slowly walked up to his captive.
“Do you know what this is, Gildor?” Elrond asked as he stalked around the bound elf hanging naked from the special rings placed into the ceiling, showing him the contents of the bowl.
Gildor spat at him.
Elrond sighed. “This does not need to be so hard, Gildor. As soon as you tell us the truth, all this will be over and I will give you a quick death. Or you could stop clouding your mind long enough for me to read the truth there. Which ever you prefer. The fact that you will not let me read your mind does not shed any good light on you.”
“I did nothing wrong.”
“So you admit to doing something at least.”
A petrified scream rent the air and Gildor frowned. Elrond smiled.
“It seems my son’s have finally broken your brother. They are succeeding far better than I. I have yet make you cry out.”
Gildor growled.
“Will you talk to save your brother from the pain he is surely in right now?” Another tortured scream reverberated through the room. Gildor frowned deeper, but once again simply glared and kept his mouth shut.
“Fine. I am going to introduce you to your newest nightmare.” Elrond once again showed Gildor the smooth, red paste he had in the bowl.
“What are you going to do? Give me a tummy ache? Go fuck a orc Elrond,” the bound elf sneered.
Elrond smiled a small, calculated little smile. He dipped the leather clad hand into the paste and smeared a bit between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, I do believe you are going to have more than just a tummy ache.” He slid the cream down one of the welts on Gildor’s back. That was when Gildor finally screamed.
“GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF!!! OH VALAR!!” he sobbed and twisted violently to get away from the hand smoothing the potion over the bleeding, open welts covering his back.
Elrond laughed. “Meet my newest find,” the Lord smirked as Gildor continued to writhe in agony. “It’s an *extremely* concentrated extract from a new plant that the human traders brought to my attention. They call it a ‘Habanero Pepper’. I think it makes a nice…tingling sensation on contact, does it not?” Elrond watched as the blond sobbed and squirmed as much as he could against his bonds, trying in vain to get away from the burning agony working its way into his wounds.
“Care to talk now?”
“FUCK OFF HALF-BREED!!”
“What a wonderful idea!” exclaimed Elrond in mock happiness. He swiped a large quantity of the concoction onto his fingers. He once again trailed the coated fingers down Gildor’s back, causing the elf to once more scream in pain. Elrond continued his trail in between the blond’s buttocks, where, after a slight hesitation, he slammed his fingers inside the tight pucker found there viciously, rubbing in the paste as good as he could. Gildor screamed louder than any previous time, his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his head as he struggled to free himself.
Elrond leaned forward, still twisting the creamy fire inside of Gildor’s body. With his lips near Gildor’s ear, he asked once again, “Do you have anything to tell me?”
“I did it! I did it! Please, Valar make it stop! Oh, sweet Eru, please. Make it stop!” Gildor sobbed and wailed.
“Well done, Gildor.” Elrond walked over to the cupboard and sat the bowl down, pulling off his glove. Elrond motioned for Glorfindel to follow him as he went to exit the chamber.
“WAIT!” pleaded a tortured voice as they were about to leave.
“Yes?” queried Elrond with a raised eyebrow.
“You can’t just leave me like this! Please make it stop! You can‘t leave me like this!!!”
Glorfindel smiled. “Yes he can.”
They left the room.
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Elrond and Glorfindel met up with Elrohir and Elladan as they exited a room down the hall from the room the elder duo had recently occupied, Gildor‘s screams echoing down the corridor.
“What did you find out?” Elrond asked his sons as they climbed the stairs out of this rarely used section of the Homely House.
“His name is Sulechil. He was fairly easy to break, and we gathered that he had little to do in Erestor’s actual abduction and rape. However, he was present, and he did nothing to stop it. He seemed more afraid of what Gildor was going to do to him once he tattled than what we were doing to him at the time. It makes me wonder what kind of life Gildor has given his little brother,” Elladan reported.
“Hmmm,” Elrond muttered as he thought. “Gildor probably treated his brother as well he treated Erestor. Go to the healing rooms and have a healer sent to tend to Sulechil. Have him taken to one of the cells with a cot. Provide him with water, but no food for now. I will show him some mercy, but until he allows me into his mind I will not pardon him of any transgressions against our councilor.”
“Yes, father.” Both twins bowed and departed from the elder couple in the direction of the healing wing.
The Lord and Seneschal made their way back to the family wing and both entered Elrond’s quarters. Elrond said nothing as he sat on a chair by the cold hearth, brooding. Glorfindel opened two bottles of the strongest liquor he could find and handed one to Elrond, not bothering with glasses and sat himself down in the chair opposite Elrond. Neither said anything as they downed the potent liquor straight from the bottle.
Both new it was stupid to drink themselves into oblivion. However, it did not stop them from doing so every time they had to perform this aspect of their duties. The thing Elrond hated the most was the necessity to teach his son’s the terrible art he himself had perfected over the course of the Last Alliance. As future Lords, they would need the skills necessary to pull information from an unwilling captive, and the only way Elrond knew how to teach them these skills was hands on practice. Simply talking about wielding a whip or cane was nothing compared to actually doing so, after all. He had also taught them that, as Lords, they should not make others do their dirty work for them. Hence why Glorfindel had nothing to do in the actual torture of Gildor, no matter how much he had begged the Lord to be able to wield the whip at least once.
Elrond felt the bottle slip from his nerveless fingers and clatter to the floor as Glorfindel’s snoring filled the room. Oblivion. Yes, oblivion sounded good….was his last thought as the alcohol took over and he slept.
Sulechil = Wind Follower
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: None yet; Characters include Erestor, Gildor, OMC, Glorfindel, and Elrond
Rating: This chapter NC-17, HEED THE WARNINGS
Warnings: Violence, torture, Bad!Gildor, Angry!Elrond, naughty language, and forgive my terrible attempts at elvish.
Summery: No evil deed goes unpunished.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
“I suggest,” said a deep voice, “ that you begin talking before I must resort to more drastic measures.”
“Eat warg shit.”
“So be it. Glorfindel. Find something interesting in my collection.”
The sound of the whip cracking against flesh once more resounded through the chamber as the blond Elda went to the unassuming cupboard built into the wall of the dark room. He pulled out several pouches and viewed their labels as the ringing of the lash and pained grunts continued. Satisfied, the Seneschal brought his picks over to Elrond, careful to stay out of the way as the Lord rained lashes down on the bound elf’s back and buttocks. A few forceful lashes later, Elrond ceased his movements. He was panting slightly as he hung the whip back on the wall. He silently held his hand out for the small leather bags. Glorfindel handed them over and watched as the Lord went through and selected what he wanted. Elrond took up a bowl and poured the contents inside. Selecting a cream from the cabinet, he added it and mixed until he was satisfied. He donned a tight fitting leather glove and slowly walked up to his captive.
“Do you know what this is, Gildor?” Elrond asked as he stalked around the bound elf hanging naked from the special rings placed into the ceiling, showing him the contents of the bowl.
Gildor spat at him.
Elrond sighed. “This does not need to be so hard, Gildor. As soon as you tell us the truth, all this will be over and I will give you a quick death. Or you could stop clouding your mind long enough for me to read the truth there. Which ever you prefer. The fact that you will not let me read your mind does not shed any good light on you.”
“I did nothing wrong.”
“So you admit to doing something at least.”
A petrified scream rent the air and Gildor frowned. Elrond smiled.
“It seems my son’s have finally broken your brother. They are succeeding far better than I. I have yet make you cry out.”
Gildor growled.
“Will you talk to save your brother from the pain he is surely in right now?” Another tortured scream reverberated through the room. Gildor frowned deeper, but once again simply glared and kept his mouth shut.
“Fine. I am going to introduce you to your newest nightmare.” Elrond once again showed Gildor the smooth, red paste he had in the bowl.
“What are you going to do? Give me a tummy ache? Go fuck a orc Elrond,” the bound elf sneered.
Elrond smiled a small, calculated little smile. He dipped the leather clad hand into the paste and smeared a bit between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, I do believe you are going to have more than just a tummy ache.” He slid the cream down one of the welts on Gildor’s back. That was when Gildor finally screamed.
“GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF!!! OH VALAR!!” he sobbed and twisted violently to get away from the hand smoothing the potion over the bleeding, open welts covering his back.
Elrond laughed. “Meet my newest find,” the Lord smirked as Gildor continued to writhe in agony. “It’s an *extremely* concentrated extract from a new plant that the human traders brought to my attention. They call it a ‘Habanero Pepper’. I think it makes a nice…tingling sensation on contact, does it not?” Elrond watched as the blond sobbed and squirmed as much as he could against his bonds, trying in vain to get away from the burning agony working its way into his wounds.
“Care to talk now?”
“FUCK OFF HALF-BREED!!”
“What a wonderful idea!” exclaimed Elrond in mock happiness. He swiped a large quantity of the concoction onto his fingers. He once again trailed the coated fingers down Gildor’s back, causing the elf to once more scream in pain. Elrond continued his trail in between the blond’s buttocks, where, after a slight hesitation, he slammed his fingers inside the tight pucker found there viciously, rubbing in the paste as good as he could. Gildor screamed louder than any previous time, his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his head as he struggled to free himself.
Elrond leaned forward, still twisting the creamy fire inside of Gildor’s body. With his lips near Gildor’s ear, he asked once again, “Do you have anything to tell me?”
“I did it! I did it! Please, Valar make it stop! Oh, sweet Eru, please. Make it stop!” Gildor sobbed and wailed.
“Well done, Gildor.” Elrond walked over to the cupboard and sat the bowl down, pulling off his glove. Elrond motioned for Glorfindel to follow him as he went to exit the chamber.
“WAIT!” pleaded a tortured voice as they were about to leave.
“Yes?” queried Elrond with a raised eyebrow.
“You can’t just leave me like this! Please make it stop! You can‘t leave me like this!!!”
Glorfindel smiled. “Yes he can.”
They left the room.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Elrond and Glorfindel met up with Elrohir and Elladan as they exited a room down the hall from the room the elder duo had recently occupied, Gildor‘s screams echoing down the corridor.
“What did you find out?” Elrond asked his sons as they climbed the stairs out of this rarely used section of the Homely House.
“His name is Sulechil. He was fairly easy to break, and we gathered that he had little to do in Erestor’s actual abduction and rape. However, he was present, and he did nothing to stop it. He seemed more afraid of what Gildor was going to do to him once he tattled than what we were doing to him at the time. It makes me wonder what kind of life Gildor has given his little brother,” Elladan reported.
“Hmmm,” Elrond muttered as he thought. “Gildor probably treated his brother as well he treated Erestor. Go to the healing rooms and have a healer sent to tend to Sulechil. Have him taken to one of the cells with a cot. Provide him with water, but no food for now. I will show him some mercy, but until he allows me into his mind I will not pardon him of any transgressions against our councilor.”
“Yes, father.” Both twins bowed and departed from the elder couple in the direction of the healing wing.
The Lord and Seneschal made their way back to the family wing and both entered Elrond’s quarters. Elrond said nothing as he sat on a chair by the cold hearth, brooding. Glorfindel opened two bottles of the strongest liquor he could find and handed one to Elrond, not bothering with glasses and sat himself down in the chair opposite Elrond. Neither said anything as they downed the potent liquor straight from the bottle.
Both new it was stupid to drink themselves into oblivion. However, it did not stop them from doing so every time they had to perform this aspect of their duties. The thing Elrond hated the most was the necessity to teach his son’s the terrible art he himself had perfected over the course of the Last Alliance. As future Lords, they would need the skills necessary to pull information from an unwilling captive, and the only way Elrond knew how to teach them these skills was hands on practice. Simply talking about wielding a whip or cane was nothing compared to actually doing so, after all. He had also taught them that, as Lords, they should not make others do their dirty work for them. Hence why Glorfindel had nothing to do in the actual torture of Gildor, no matter how much he had begged the Lord to be able to wield the whip at least once.
Elrond felt the bottle slip from his nerveless fingers and clatter to the floor as Glorfindel’s snoring filled the room. Oblivion. Yes, oblivion sounded good….was his last thought as the alcohol took over and he slept.
Sulechil = Wind Follower