Strange Love
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,318
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape & My First fic with explicit Sex
Chapter: 5
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author’s note: The names Taurgalen and Belethor mean respectively Green Forest and Mighty Willow (According to the name generator on the site of The Mellon Chronicles).
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His voice had grown hoarse since the Nazgûl had left him at the mercy of the orcs. The pain grew unbearable as for seemingly the hundredth time the burning torch was held too near his legs.
“Now you can’t escape us, Pretty...” The orc who had sat near his head the entire time whispered. “So you don’t even have to try...” A foul hand stroked his hair, mockingly soothing him. As if he could have run. The first thing they had done was to burn the soles of his feet. When he had woken they systematically started to burn the skin of his legs. And sadly they knew their craft. Although he was suffering greatly and the pain sometimes was so sever that he feared he would lose his mind, he could not lose consciousness. The fact that the orc mocked him through the entire ordeal did not help improve his spirits.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
A furious scream rent the silence of the underground halls of Thranduil.
“Adar?” Legolas peeked into his father’s study. “What is amiss?”
They had been dining when a messenger from Lothlorien had arrived. Begging forgiveness for interrupting their dinner he had stated that the message was of utmost importance and had to be delivered immediately. While their father had left to his study with the messenger, both Legolas and his older brothers, Taurgalen and Belethor, had shared the same uncomfortable feeling. The messenger had looked as if he hadn’t slept since he departed Lothlorien. What matter could be so grave?
Now Legolas was peeking into his father’s study, while aforementioned father was pacing it like a caged animal. The messenger swayed lightly on his feet, but said nothing. He was dismissed with a motion of the king’s arm.
“Legolas?” Thranduil stopped to look at his son. His face was contorted with pain. “Get your brothers.”
The prince knew better than to ask questions when his father was in this state and sped of to find his elder siblings.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“Adar?” All three princes of Mirkwood stood at the door, unwilling to disturb their father. “Would you tell us why you wanted us here?”
A sigh left the elder elf. “I must leave Mirkwood. For how long, only the Valar know.”
“What? Why?” Three voices were raised in protest.
“Elrond has been taken…”
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@ mimi: I'm truly sorry I have to disappoint you like that, but I hope you manage to continue reading without getting emotional break-downs ;) One small thing may raise your spirits (I hope): I always finish my stories...
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape & My First fic with explicit Sex
Chapter: 5
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author’s note: The names Taurgalen and Belethor mean respectively Green Forest and Mighty Willow (According to the name generator on the site of The Mellon Chronicles).
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
His voice had grown hoarse since the Nazgûl had left him at the mercy of the orcs. The pain grew unbearable as for seemingly the hundredth time the burning torch was held too near his legs.
“Now you can’t escape us, Pretty...” The orc who had sat near his head the entire time whispered. “So you don’t even have to try...” A foul hand stroked his hair, mockingly soothing him. As if he could have run. The first thing they had done was to burn the soles of his feet. When he had woken they systematically started to burn the skin of his legs. And sadly they knew their craft. Although he was suffering greatly and the pain sometimes was so sever that he feared he would lose his mind, he could not lose consciousness. The fact that the orc mocked him through the entire ordeal did not help improve his spirits.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
A furious scream rent the silence of the underground halls of Thranduil.
“Adar?” Legolas peeked into his father’s study. “What is amiss?”
They had been dining when a messenger from Lothlorien had arrived. Begging forgiveness for interrupting their dinner he had stated that the message was of utmost importance and had to be delivered immediately. While their father had left to his study with the messenger, both Legolas and his older brothers, Taurgalen and Belethor, had shared the same uncomfortable feeling. The messenger had looked as if he hadn’t slept since he departed Lothlorien. What matter could be so grave?
Now Legolas was peeking into his father’s study, while aforementioned father was pacing it like a caged animal. The messenger swayed lightly on his feet, but said nothing. He was dismissed with a motion of the king’s arm.
“Legolas?” Thranduil stopped to look at his son. His face was contorted with pain. “Get your brothers.”
The prince knew better than to ask questions when his father was in this state and sped of to find his elder siblings.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“Adar?” All three princes of Mirkwood stood at the door, unwilling to disturb their father. “Would you tell us why you wanted us here?”
A sigh left the elder elf. “I must leave Mirkwood. For how long, only the Valar know.”
“What? Why?” Three voices were raised in protest.
“Elrond has been taken…”
/\*/\*/\*/\*/\*/\*/\
@ mimi: I'm truly sorry I have to disappoint you like that, but I hope you manage to continue reading without getting emotional break-downs ;) One small thing may raise your spirits (I hope): I always finish my stories...