The Taking of Vanelossë - Part III

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Vanelossë – beautiful, snow-white Séro- peace
Alasse – joy Illisse – all sweet
Anarion – child of sun Tauro – Wood, forest
Mehtar – Warrior Calime – bright
Arnarmo - noble wolf Larin
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Thanks to my beta! She shall remain nameless in case of major mistakes! hehe
Seriously, thanks to GhettoElleth for her wonderful suggestions of making my story
better. I love the newest version! You are the best!
Thanks to Space Weavil and Thuriniel for helping my elves not speak babble!!!
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PLEASE NOTE - THIS CHAPTER HAS VERY STRONG VIOLENCE/NON-SPECIFIC RAPE IN IT.
IT IS PERTINENT TO THE STORY OR I WOULD NOT HAVE IT IN THE STORY AT ALL.
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CHAPTER 5
The Final Blows


Larin had left Vanelossë alone, forgetting to put a guard on the elves. The encampment that the Easterlings had made that night had one large opening among the trees, as well as several smaller clearings. The elves had all been put in one of the smaller clearings within the trees but they could still be seen from the campfire . Some of the elleth had been taken by Larin’s men into other areas of the encampment; leaving only Orophin, Arnarmo, and five ellith , in the clearing with Vanelosse. She crawled quietly over toward the others and whispered to Orophin that he and Arnarmo should to try and escape with the five ellith while they had a chance. Vanelossë told them that she would stay behind. She was afraid that if she did not, they would kill the other women that remained in the camp, including Calime.

Orophin flatly refused to leave her behind. She begged him to go with the others, but he would not. He did agree that they should try to get the other women to safety, but he would stay with her. Not willing to delay, she agreed.

Vanelossë untied Arnarmo quickly. Arnarmo took the five ellith sitting with them, and they snuck off into the dusk of the evening. They were so silent, Vanelossë was sure that they would escape without notice if given enough time. Orophin looked at her and whispered that they would bring help. She moved away from him and lay down. Both she and Orophin lay down in the clearing and pretended to sleep, but inside she was panicking knowing she could be killed for this. It was worth it to save the other six people, she thought, but she was afraid.

Vanelossë cried silently as she thought of Legolas and her children. She feared that Legolas was already dead, as she had no idea what had happened since Mirkwood was attacked . She prayed that her children were safe. She knew as long as King Thranduil had breath left in him; he would defend her children to the death.

The Easterlings realized that the elves had escaped when a man returning with one of the Elleth who had fled, alerted those who were sitting by the campfire. Among those who sat by the fire was Larin. Orophin and Vanelossë, pretending that they had been awakened by all the commotion, looked around in surprise. Larin came over to where she was sitting and roughly pulled her to her feet.

“Where are they?” Larin demanded

“I do not know. I was sleeping. I assume they have been taken by your men,” Vanelossë said, trying not to show her nervousness.

“You are lying to me, elf whore,” Larin said, striking her hard in the face.

When she cried out, he grinned evilly. Pulling her as close to him as possible, he glared at her,

“Did that hurt? You will pray for death before I am done with you.”

Larin ordered some of his men to start looking for the elves. Glaring at Orophin, he ordered his men to begin lashing him. Orophin struggled as two men dragged him up by his arms. He saw Larin from the corner of his eye, pulling on Vanelossë, and struggled even harder, trying desperately to get to her.

“Do not touch her. She had nothing to do with this. Do with me what you wish but do not touch her,” Orophin called after Larin.

Larin turned to look at Orophin with contempt, then dragged Vanelossë back to where the elf was standing.

“You lay with her one time and you are willing to be beat for her? Did you enjoy her that much?” Larin said watching Orophin closely.

“This has nothing to do with this, she is a woman, at least have the decency to beat a man rather than a helpless elleth. Are you not man enough to take on someone of your own strength? Have the decency to take your anger out on me rather than her,” Orophin glared at Larin.

Larin laughed again then backhanded Orophin. Grabbing the elf’s hair, he jerked his head back as Orophin glared at him.

Looking over at the Easterling beside Orophin, Larin said, “Only give him ten lashes, we will save the rest of his for his new lover.”

Orophin began struggling again, trying to get his hands on Larin who simply scoffed at his vain efforts.

“You are a fool, elf. You have shown me your weakness. I know it will hurt you more to see her beaten than if I beat you myself. I am sure Vanelossë appreciates your valiant effort to protect her now, however, I do not think her gratitude will last for long.”

Grabbing Vanelossë by the face, Larin forced her to look at Orophin. “Look at her beautiful face now, for I fear it will not be as beautiful when you see her next.”

“You pig! I will kill you when I am free!” Orophin screamed as Larin dragged Vanelossë away.

Vanelossë was terrified. She could hear Orophin scream, as Larin watched her with a serious look on his face. Larin walked towards the campfire and slammed her back against a tree. Getting close to her, he began to stroke her face lightly as he looked into her eyes. She was shocked and confused when he kissed her.

Pulling away, he whispered, “You are such a beautiful woman, Vanelossë. I have enjoyed our time together. You feel so good and I loved having you beneath me every night. I cannot remember ever seeing a more beautiful woman than you.”

Larin kissed her again. Vanelossë began to relax slightly, thinking that she had just avoided a harsh punishment, or maybe even death.

Pulling away from her, he smiled, looking at her for some time. She cast her eyes down, unable or unwilling to look back at him. She did not expect the blow that struck the side of her head, causing her to cry out in pain. He hit her again, this time in the face, and she felt as if she would black out.

“It is such a shame to have to destroy such a beauty, but you brought this on yourself. Of course, your friend has made it much worse for you, so remember to thank him. Perhaps you could, once again, spread your legs for him. I am sure he will welcome you once I have finished destroying your lovely face. We both know how you enjoyed each other last time.”

Larin then pulled a large knife from a sheath at his side and Vanelossë gasped. He began cutting her arms with quick little slashes as he watched her flinch, enjoying her pain.

“Do you think your prince will want you after I have had you, and after you have welcomed Orophin into you? Do you think that he will want a whore for a wife? I should save him the humiliation and kill you now. Perhaps that is what you want. Maybe your prince is not keeping you happy anymore and now you realize you like a little pain. Does the pain arouse you Vanelossë? Is that why you volunteer yourself for this abuse?” Larin asked, amused at her suffering.

When Vanelossë closed her eyes and refused to answer him, Larin smiled, taking the point of the knife and pushing it hard into her arm. Her eyes flew open and he could see the pain in them. She bit her lip, fighting back tears as she felt the blood pouring from her. Once again, she closed her eyes, not wanting to see what he planned to do to her next. After all, there was nothing she could do to avoid it.

Pulling the knife away, Larin switched hands so he could hold Vanelossë while cutting her other arm. As he began to dig the knife into her flesh yet again, he kissed her hard. She tried desperately to pull away, but he would not loosen his grip on her.

“Do you like the pain, whore? Do you like it each night when I force myself into you? You probably enjoy it more than you enjoy your Prince crawling on you each night. You probably need more man than he is,” Larin whispered in a hissing breath against Vanelossë’s ear.

Once again, Larin began digging into Vanelossë’s arm with the blade. Unable to stop herself, she let out a pitiful whimpering cry. As soon as he pulled the knife away from her arm, she began struggling. He grabbed her around the throat and squeezed until she stopped gasping for breath.

Looking her deep in the eyes, Larin said, “You are going to wish for death before the night is over, I have been nice to you all of this time and look how you repay me.”

Twisting her injured arm behind her back, he brought her to where the men had whipped Orophin. Orophin was sitting in the dirt with his tunic off and she could see the blood running down his back. Larin walked over to him and told him to stand up. Then, looking over at Vanelossë, he told Orophin to undress her. When Orophin hesitated, Larin reminded him he could kill her just as easily. Orophin began to walk toward her but as he passed Larin, he made a grab for him instead. Larin pushed him away as the other three men restrained him. Bringing the blade back to her neck and cutting a shallow line across her throat, enough to show blood, Larin reminded Orophin what he would do to Vanelossë if he did not obey.

Orophin was tormented. He knew what Larin had already done to Vanelossë, and he could bear it no longer. He truly feared that Larin would kill her if Orophin did not do as he ordered. When Orophin saw him begin to casually put more cuts into Vanelossë’s wounded arm, he undressed her without further orders.

Orophin looked at Vanelossë, defeat haunting his eyes as he removed her clothing. He whispered an apology to her, telling her that he feared Larin might actually kill her if he did not do what he ordered. As Orophin slowly removed her dress, Vanelossë did not look at him. She knew that what they were making him do to her was killing Orophin; it was killing both of them.

When Orophin had finished undressing Vanelossë, Larin grabbed her and threw her to her hands and knees. He instructed his men to tie Orophin up nearby so he could watch. Feeling blood running down her arm, Vanelossë looked down and saw how badly she had been cut. When the whip first cracked across her back, burning into her flesh, she screamed and fell forward onto her stomach.

Looking back she saw Larin, holding the whip this time, rather than one of his men. He was taking sadistic joy in her pain filled eyes. He whipped her repeatedly on her back until she could no longer think of anything but white-hot sheets of pain searing her brain. She had tears running down her face but she did not feel them. When her back was covered in blood, he started whipping her buttocks and the backs of her legs.

During the entire ordeal, Orophin screamed, begging them to leave her alone as he struggled against his bonds. It took three more men to restrain him as Larin struck him in the face with a quick crack of the whip in an attempt to keep him quiet. Orophin continued to struggle, cursing and screaming at his captors.

Vanelossë felt as if every square inch of her was cut open and bleeding, Larin looked toward her as she moaned.

“Roll over,” Larin said standing over her.

When Vanelossë did not do as he ordered, he repeated himself rubbing his boot into her shoulder. She tried, but was unable to move because of the pain. Bending over her, he slapped her hard on her back.

“I told you to roll over. Do it or I will kill the other hostages,” Larin ordered.

Whimpering, Vanelossë rolled over as far as she could. Larin pushed her the rest of the way onto her back. She moaned in protest, almost blacking out from the pain. Thinking he meant to violate her, she began to cry. Her face registered shock and misery as she felt the first lash on the inside of her thigh. Larin whipped her several times on each leg.

Throwing the whip aside, Larin stood over her and smiled. As she watched in pain, he unfastened his pants and crawled between her thighs legs. Grabbing her bleeding legs, he pushed them far apart and, in one quick, painful stroke, entered her fully. As he was violating her, she could feel that her mind was at its breaking point. She thought she would go mad and she welcomed it, anything to free her of the horror and pain she was suffering. She tried to block out what was happening to her, but the nightmare continued. Tears were streaming down her face as she closed her eyes.

When he finished with Vanelossë, Larin stood up making sure to grab her cut legs as leverage to stand. He walked a few feet away and picked up her dress, throwing it at her. He watched her painful attempts to stand several times. When he walked toward her to grab her again, she used every bit of her strength to get up so he would not hurt her again. She could hear Orophin still cursing the men. Lain looked over at him several times, seemingly quite amused.

After several minutes, Vanelossë was able to pull the dress over her head as Larin watched with a sadistic smile, enjoying the pain in her face. Darkness attempted to close in around her many times but she continued to fight it, afraid of what more he would do to her if she were unconscious. Walking over, he grabbed her arm and twisted it, confirming her fears as he whispered to her that if she fainted, he would let all of his men have a turn with her.

Once again, he pushed her to the ground with the other women. They brought Orophin back to the group shortly after. He crawled over to her and began talking to her in an effort to keep her awake. Unable to maintain a mask of bravery, she lowered her head as she tried not to move. Calime was trying to stop the bleeding as her dress quickly became soaked with it. She and Orophin shared looks of concern at the amount of blood. The man guarding them ordered Calime to stop.

“Let the whore bleed. She deserved it all,” he laughed.

The next thing the elves knew he gasped and fell onto the ground, having been shot with two arrows. Vanelossë recognized them as Elven arrows and silently prayed that there were enough of them to save the captives.

The Easterlings had split up to search for the escaped elves, so there were fewer of them left to guard the camp than usual. She was relieved to see Elrohir and Tauro running toward her, and she began to cry in huge sobs. Elrohir grabbed her as she screamed in agony. Seeing her blood soaked dress and her bloody arm, he realized he could not get her away without doing more damage to her. Tauro moved the other ellith out of harm’s way and untied Orophin. Orophin explained quickly to Elrohir that she had been whipped and cut severely.

“Which of these animals did this to her?” Elrohir screamed at him.

Orophin indicated Larin as the elves and rangers surrounded him and his men. Elrohir ordered Elladan not to kill them, telling his brother to tie them up and put guards on them. Elrohir was going to let Legolas deal with them personally. Turning back to her, he asked her if she could walk as he began to examine her injuries.

Shaking her head, she whispered, “Is Legolas alive?”

Elrohir nodded and she started to cry.

“There were more who escaped earlier. Did they make it away?” Vanelossë whispered through her tears.

“Yes, we were close by and they led us to you,” Elrohir responded, trying to assess how badly she was hurt and growing more upset every second.

“The other Easterlings went after them,” Vanelossë continued to whisper painfully.

“Yes, we came across them. We left none alive. Vanelossë, it’s over now. Legolas is on his way with Estel. You are going home to your children, who are all fine and well.” He stroked her hair affectionately. “You are a mess. I do not think I have ever seen you look anything less than stunning. But these bruises will heal and soon, you will be breathtaking again.”

Even though he smiled at her, the paleness of her face and the amount of blood flowing from her many visible wounds terrified him.

Elladan ran over to them. Not realizing how badly she was hurt, he grabbed her in a tight embrace. The pain overwhelmed her and she finally gave into the blackness as he cradled her in his arms.

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Legolas and Aragorn were riding in front of their group when three rangers came riding up swiftly.

“Lord Aragorn, we have found them,” the ranger said as they approached. “A few of the elves have escaped. They were leading the group I was with back to the other ellith.”

Legolas sat up and said, “Was my wife with them?”

“I do not know. I came to find your group as soon as I learned where we were going. This elf was with them.”

Legolas looked at Arnarmo. Arnarmo shook his head, visibly shaken from the ordeal.

“No, she and Orophin would not leave because some of the women were unable to escape with us. She was afraid that the Easterlings would kill them if we all escaped. She was alive when we left her,” the ellon told Legolas.

Realizing that the Easterlings might have killed her when they discovered the others had escaped, Legolas ordered the elves who had left the encampment to lead him to where his wife was being held. Following the rangers through the woods, they came to a clearing. There were rangers and elves swarming the Easterling’s hiding place. Some were guarding prisoners they had captured when they had taken the encampment. They had them tied up and sitting in a group away from the large open clearing with the campfire. Not stopping to find out what was going on, Legolas jumped off his horse as Elrohir and Tauro ran up to them.

“Where is she?” Legolas demanded.

“The other women are with the rangers and Elladan is with Vanelossë. They are trying to tend to their injuries,” Elrohir answered quickly.

Seeing the injured elves in a group, Legolas started to run toward them when Elrohir grabbed his arm.

When Legolas looked at him, Elrohir said gravely, “Legolas, she is alive but she has been hurt badly.”