The Edges of War

The Edges of War

Chapter 6
Author: Frosty the Crime-Fighting Hamster
Rated: NC-17
Summary: After the death of the hobbits and the disappearance of the Ring of Power, all of Middle-Earth fights against Sauron and a new enemy. The One Ring is in the knowledge of all races now.
Disclaimer: Disclaim this! *makes obscene gesture*


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When Praodith awoke, the first thing she noticed was the incredible pain throughout her body. Groaning, she pushed herself up from the wooden floor and winced at her strained muscles.

Looking up, she saw Aragorn standing on the other side of the room, staring out that same window. She thought maybe this had all been a dream, some nightmare like all her others, but this was all too real.

Sitting against the wall, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Legolas.

Standing up, she quicly became alarmed. "Legolas," she said, staring at Aragorn, "Where is he?"

Aragorn didn't take his eyes from the window. "They took him," he said, "I think they wanted to talk to him."

Her heart racing, Praodith grabbed Aragornarm.arm. "When? When did they take him? Are you sure he's alright?"

He looked at her then, his eyes soft and tired. "I can't be sure of anything, Praodith." He touched her hand and squeezed it. "But when they came for him, they swore he would not be harmed. I don't know if they can be trusted, but I do know they promised nothing like that when they took Boromir away."

Praodith could feel tears sting her eyes. "I need him," she whispered, feeling all the strength seep away from her body, "I need him."

Aragorn touched her hair and smiled. "I know. Don't lose hope for him yet."

Nodding and licking her lips, Praodith took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. Falling apart wouldn't help them. She had to remain strong enough to get through this.

A creak from the door interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw the door opening, and heard voices just outside. Aragorn's hand dropped to her shoulder and held tight.

Two dark-haired elves stepped inside the room. Praodith recognized them immediately. "Aragorn," said one of them, bowing slightly, "It is an honour to see you again. How is my sister?"

Aragorn's hand clenched her shoulder. "Elrohir. Elladen," he greeted, "Arwen would be heartbroken to learn of her brothers' defection. And what of your father? Does Lord Elrond not object to having two traitors as sons?"

At this, both elves smiled. "Traitors. We are your family, Aragorn, and this is how you describe us? Our Queen has shown us the true way. It is only a matter of time before all is under the rule of the Lady. If the King and Queen of Gondor wished it, I am sure she would accept your servitude."

"That will never happen," he replied, "You know that."

They chuckled, a sound that Praodith found particularly disturbing. "Indeed, I do," said Elrohir, "I thought I would give you the option, though, just in case you weren't as stubborn as you used to be."

"What do you want?" asked Aragorn, becoming clearly irritated, "Where is Legolas?"

The other elf, Elladen, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Legolas?" he said, looking to Elrohir, "The young prince? I assure you, Aragorn, we do not know where your archer is."

"Then why are you here?" he said darkly. Praodith shivered. Everything in her screamed that they were here for her.

Elr'sr's eyes moved to Praodith. She held her breath and swallowed heavily as Aragorn took notice of the elf's shift in attention and moved her behind him.

"Do not bother trying to save her," said Elrohir, his smile faded. "The only reason she is still alive is because of us. It was...fate...that she should cross our path twice."

Elladen smirked and tilted his head to look at Praodith. "You should consider yourself lucky, my dear," he said, addressing her, "We saved your life. Perhaps you'd like to thank us?"

Praodith could sense Aragorn's fury. "Never did I think sons of Rivendell would turn so disgusting," he growled through clenched teeth, "You will not harm this girl. She has done nothing to you."

The twins seemed eternally patient. "Does it really matter, Aragorn?" said Elladen, "She could've been anyone or anything. It does not matter. Lucky for her, though, she isn't an unattractive thing."

"I will die before I let you touch her." Praodith lowered her face behind Aragorn's back and felt her body shaking. She didn't want to be taken away, but if Aragorn died and Legolas did not return, she would be alone. She took slow, deep breaths, feeling herself become dizzy with anxiety.

Elrohir smiled. "You will not die. The Queen would not approve of such a thing." Praodith rubbed her eyes roughly and listened to their voices. "The girl is coming with us. We are not without mercy, however. If she means that much to you, we will return her when we are through. That generosity is more than other young Rohan ladies have received."

Praodith tensed. They had done this to others. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on her breathing, trying to quiet her anger.

"Your father would be sick to hear of this," said Aragorn. Praodith watched his hands flex in anger.

"You know nothingour our father," replied Elrohir. "Our father knows when to relent."

Aragorn grew quiet. "Lord Elrond is here?" he asked, his voice low.

"He serves the Lady," replied Elladen, "As all will, in time. Including Legolas." Praodith bit her lip, and wrapped her arms around her body. It killed her to think of what they could be doing to Legolas. "Release the girl to us, and we will not harm you."

"I will not," he replied, and Praodith knew the elves weren't going to take 'no' for an answer. She took a deep breath and readied herself. She wasn't going to go willingly.

Elrohir bowed his head slightly before making the first move, a quick lunge for Aragorn that made Praodith stumble back against the wall. She knew elves were strong, and very fast, and before she realized it Elladen had grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to the door.

She struggled against him, but he was too strong. She looked back and saw that Elrohir had knocked out Aragorn. It had all happened so quickly. "Aragorn!" she cried before being dragged out the door into the blinding light of day.

Hearing the door shut behind her, Praodith squinted against the harsh sunlight streaming through the trees. The cabin had been so dark, and she found herself having trouble seeing in the day. Elladen's strong hand around her upper arm pulled her steadily forward.

When her eyes adjusted, she looked around. The forest was very quiet, the trees rustling in the wind the only sound. "Where are you taking me?" she asked darkly, looking up at the elf leading her.

He glanced down at her, his blue eyes dim. "You will see," he said carelessly. Praodith looked up at Elrohir, who was walking silently beside her. He didn't even glance at her.

They quickly came upon a small opening in the trees where several buildings were situated. They looked like houses, and Praodith was led to one on the far side of the clearing. When they entered, Praodith saw it was more of a very large sitting room than a house. Several doors led into areas she could not see.

Elladen let go of her arm and she rubbed it gently. "Sit down," he said, and she glanced at the door to outside.

"Don't be foolish," said Elrohir, "There are guards outside that door. They will have no qualms about killing you on sight."

Praodith shivered and looked around the room. It was a deep burgundy colour, and the seats were all a plush velvet. It was a beautiful room. Right now, though, she would rather have been anyplace else.

Licking her lips, Praodith sat delicately on one of the chairs. She perched on the edge, her body tight with tension. Elladen, she noticed, had gone through one of the other doors. Only Elrohir remained.

He looked at her with stern, unflinching eyes. She shied away from his gaze and concentrated on listening for the return of the other elf. Praodith knew what they were planning. It made her stomach churn in pain.

"Do you remember me?" She looked up at Elrohir, whose face was impassive. "I left you for dead."

Praodith lowered her eyes and clenched her fists. "I remember," she choked out. Her eyes began to sting.

"I am...impressed...by your survival and recovery," he said, "Most of the human women we come across are weak."

Praodith blinked back several tears. He was just trying to rattle her, she kept thinking. She had to remember to stay strong.

"Don't you have anything better to do than play games?" growled Praodith through clenched teeth. "Don't you have a Ring you should be serving?"

Elrohir smiled softly. "The Ring is in the possession of the Lady. If she requests it, I will come to the service of her and it. She does, however, allow us our indulgences." He approached her, and Praodith stiffened. "You are merely one of these indulgences."

Praodith didn't look up at him, instead keeping her gaze directed at the wall across from her. She noticed, though, when he knelt down beside her.

"My brother and I are not without mercy," he said quietly, "The less you fight this, the more gentle we can be."

With hard eyes, she turned her face to look at him. "You make me sick," she said stiffly. After several long seconds, she broke their gaze.

"It is your choice," he said, rising. "You may wish you had taken our offer, though, after you're punished for disobedience."

Praodith bit her lip to keep from screaming at him. This was all too unreal. It had to be a nightmare. It had to be.

She looked up when she heard a door close. Elladen had come back. Swallowing, she watched the elves as Elladen whispered something to his brother. When Elrohir looked back at her and smiled, her stomach dropped.

The look in his eyes made her blood run cold. She stood up, and he narrowed his eyes in interest. "Going somewhere?" he asked, stepping towards her. Praodith made a rush for the door and grabbed the handle, but it wouldn't open. It was then she realized that neither of the elves were coming after her.

Letting her grip fall, she turned. Elladen looked amused, but Elrohir's expression had no humour in it. "Foolish girl," he said softly, "If that door was not locked, you would be dead by now."

Praodith stood straight and glared. "I would rather that, thant yot you have planned for me." Her voice shook with fear and emotion. "If you have any mercy, you'll kill me and be done with it."

Elrohir stalked towards her and grabbed her arm, yanking her towards a door on the far side of the room. "You are in no position to be proud," he said, pushing open the door and dragging her inside. Praodith fought back when she saw it was a bedroom.

Annoyed, Elrohir threw her to the ground. She winced, pushing herself up from the floor. After nearly a minute, Elladen entered and closed the door. But he wasn't alone.

Another elf was with him. Tall and dark-haired, the older elf had a resemblance to the younger ones. She looked at him, hoping for help, but seeing his expression she realized that he was here to do the same as the twins'.

Beginning to feel more than just frightened, Praodith shook her head and backed against the wall. "Please don't do this," she begged, not knowing what else to do, "Please."

She swallowed heavily when Elrohir removed his outer clothing, revealing a tunic underneath. Praodith looked at Elladen, hoping he would be more reasonable, but she saw no compassion in his eyes. The elder elf quietly took a seat in a chair near the foot of the bed.

When Elrohir came towards her she tried to run past him, but he was too quick. me hme here, girl," he said, grabbing her by the waist and forcing her down to the bed. She struggled while he crawled over top of her, pinning her body down with his.

"Let me go!" she d, pd, pushing at his hands. Elrohir sat up on her and grabbed her wrists, holding them together.

His grip was tight on her hands. She watched as Elladen removed his own outer garments and sat behind her on the bed. He took Praodith's wrists in his own hands and held them above her head.

Praodith writhed as Elrohir's now-free hands began working at her clothing. He was swift in his movements, undoing the ties and pushing the shirt open quickly. Praodith stiffened when the cool air hit her chest.

Looking up at the ceiling, Praodith stopped struggling and instead lailenilently in fear. Elrohir had now undone her pants and drawn them down her legs, along with her underwear. She knew she was now naked before the elves, her only remaining clothing an open shirt.

Elrohir leaned down to Praodith's face so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. They were dark and blue and flashed with lust. "You just lie still now," he whispered. Praodith shivered as he brought a hand up and stroked her cheek softly. "Once you've pleased us and our father, you can go back to your King."

A tear rolled down her face, and Elrohir wiped it away. She couldn't see or hear the other elf, who she knew now was the Elrond Aragorn had spoke of. It made her weak to think that he would be watching while his sons raped her.

Elrohir's hand moved down her neck to her breast, where he caressed softly. Praodith laid as still as possible as he dropped his face to the side of her cheek and placed gentle kisses along her jaw.

Praodith startled when Elrohir got up quickly and disrobed entirely. She tried not to watch, but felt her eyes welling up with tears anyways. Elladen's hands did not loosen their grip around her wrists, and they began to ache in pain.

When he crawled back over her, Elrohir wasted no time in starting his assault. Forcing her legs apart, he pushed his fingers inside her body and began to massage roughly. Praodith whimpered and tried to close her legs against the intrusion, but he only thrust faster and harder.

When he began to feel her wetness, Elrohir pulled his hand from her and maneuvered his body so he could force himself down into her. Praodith moaned out in pain. He was not gentle.

Elrohir sunk downwards as far as he could and exhaled onto her shoulder. "Good girl," he mumbled as Praodith drew her legs up slightly.

She felt movement above her as Elladen shifted, grasping her wrists with one hand only and massaging her arm with his other. Her skin began to warm and she could feel the sweat between her and Elrohir as he started his needy thrusts.

Praodith closed her eyes as he rolled his hips roughly into hers, not caring if he hurt her. She kept her eyes shut, wincing each time his pelvis hit hers. Elrohir groaned out in pleasure each time she whimpered or cried out, so she bit her lip and tried to keep as silent as possible.

It took what felt like forever, but soon Elrohir's movements quickened. He gripped her hip tightly and rolled against her body in shorter, faster thrusts. Soon he met his pleasure, moaning out against the skin of her neck and falling still against her worn body.

Praodith opened her wet eyes then and allowed her breath to move more freely. Her entire body tingled and ached, but what she kept thinking about was that there were two others in the room who had not yet taken advantage of her.

Elrohir pushed himself up from her and got off the bed. Praodith became suddenly cold as he looked at her with sated eyes.

Elladen let go of her wrists, and Praodith pulled her arms down, shielding her body. She rubbed her skin gently and sat up, curling her knees against her body. Elrond's eyes met hers and he smiled. Praodith quickly averted her gaze.

Elrohir pulled his pants on, then sat down beside Praodith on the bed as Elladen disrobed. "You did well, my dear," he smiled, "You don't have to try so hard to keep quiet, though. We don't mind if you scream. Our father would like to hear you."

Praodith rocked slightly and stared down at the bed. She would not give them what they wanted. "Please let me go," she said, her voice low and weak. She knew it was no use, but she couldn't give up her request.

A hand brushed the hair back from her shoulder. "Soon, soon," said Elrohir. He looked up at his brother, and Praodith knew what was coming. She tensed in preparation.

Without hesitation, Elrohir snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her back towards him, then shoved her down on the bed chest-first. Praodith clenched her teeth and struggled fiercely against him, but he held her down tightly.

Her face was turned so she could see Elrond. Crying, she closed her eyes, not being able to watch him watch her being raped. It was too much.

Elladen pulled her hips back so her legs fell off the bed. Her chest rose fthe the bed and she tried to stand, but Elladen kept her bent over by pressing against the back of her neck.

Praodith supported herself by pressing her hands onto the bed and holding her body up. Elrohir sat in front of her, not touching, but watching just as Elrond did.

"No," she whimpered as Elladen pushed her hips apart and drove down into her sore body. Praodith's elbows buckled and she fell to her forearms. Elladen's hand moved from her neck to her hip, where he gripped hotly and held her steady as he began to thrust.

Praodith winced and held back her cries as her body jerked back and forth. She could hear Elrohir speaking to her, whispering humiliating words as his brother took his pleasure.

Closing her eyes, Praodith tried to endure it as best as she could until finally Elladen groaned out his release and his grip on her loosened. As he pulled out, Praodith felt her body go limp and she collapsed to the floor, resting her face on the rumpled sheets of the bed.

She didn't look up, nor did she care, at that moment, what they were planning to do with her next. They could have pointed an arrow at her and threatened to shoot, and she didn't think she'd have the will nor the energy to even care. Tears spilled from her eyes as she rested her face in her arms and cried softly.

"Leave us," said a voice, one she didn't recognize as Elrohir or Elladen. Praodith remained in her position, not looking up when the door to the bedroom sounded shut.

The room was quiet now, but Praodith knew she was not alone. The faint sounds of another's breath could be heard in the room. She sniffed softly, hoping that Elrond would at least let her rest first, before he began his assault.

"I must apologize for my sons," said Elrond, and Praodith shook at his voice. "They are...rough. They know not how to treat a woman."

Praodith nearly chuckled at that. She dared a glance up, looking over the bed at the elf sitting in a chair on the other side. "You could have stopped them," she said quietly, "You're not sorry."

Elrond smiled softly. "I do not apologize for their violation of you," he said, "Only for how they go about it."

His words made her shiver in fear. She curled into herself, beginning to feel the chill of the air on her naked skin. "Please let me go," she said pleadingly. She couldn't stand sitting in wait for what he was going to do.

"In time, my dear," he replied, standing up. Praodith broke down in tears again, shielding her face in her arms as he approached her. She felt his hands on her body as he gently lifted her from the floor and sat her down on the bed.

Praodith wanted to jerk away from his touch, to hit him or scream, or run and hide, but she knew it was all no use. Her body ached with use, and all she could manage to do was pull the rumpled blanket of the bed over her body to cover herself from Elrond's dark eyes.

"There is no need to be shy with me," he said gently, releasing his grip and sitting beside her. "I've watched my sons have their way with you. Modesty is beyond you now."

Praodith curled her lip, disgusted by his words. Staring at the wall across from her, she grew steadily angrier. "If you're going to fuck me, then do it!" she spat, "I'm tired of your talk."

To her utter irritation, she saw out of the corner of her eye that he smiled. "Such a fiery thing," he said, moving her hair away from her shoulder, "It is no wonder you've survived through so much."

Her eyes burned with tears, but she had cried too much already. She felt the pain and the desire to cry, but nothing fell from her eyes. "Why do you torment me?" she asked, finally turning her face to look him in the eye. His blue eyes flashed with interest. "Why are you doing this?"

His soft fingers rubbed gently at her shoulder. It made her stomach turn. "I am not like my sons," he said quietly, avoiding her questions. His eyes roamed down her frame, taking in her exposed skin. "I could make this...enjoyable for you."

Praodith's lip trembled in hatred. She jerked herself away from Elrond, standing up suddenly and holding the blanket firmly around her body. "You're sick!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and backing away. "You want me to enjoy this? I'll sooner die than like anything you do to me!"

Elrond stood up, his face calm and impassive. "I only try to make this easier for you, my dear," he said as he approached. Praodith backed up until she hit the wall. "If you do not want to make the best of your situation, that is your decision."

"Don't touch me," she breathed as he moved his hand towards her. He halted, then moved his hand to her side, bracing himself against the wall.

Leaning forward, his face so close to hers, Elrond spoke softly, "Watching my sons have their way with you, it made me want you. I have had other girls, but you're the only one whom I have offered to please. You should be grateful, my dear, that I have taken a liking to you. Otherwise, I would have dealt with your insolent behaviour by now."

Praodith averted her eyes from his glare. His voice was cold and calm, but she could tell he was angry. The rape was bad enough, she didn't know if she could take being beaten as well.

Elrond exhaled deeply and seemed to consider her now submissive behaviour. "Are you ready to do as I ask?" he said, and Praodith nodded softly. "Good girl," he replied, pushing himself back up and looking at her with approval. "Remove the blanket, and lay down on the bed."

Praodith's feet seemed to be made of lead as she walked slowly to the foot of the bed. Taking slow, deep breaths, she dropped the blanket and crawled up on the mattress. When she turned around and lied back, she could see Elrond disrobing.

Swallowing hard, she winced when the bed moved and Elrond crawled up beside her. She tried not to look at him, but he touched her chin and tilted her face towards him. She noticed that he was naked.

"Don't be frightened," he said as she shivered, "I can make this very easy on you if you just do as I ask. Understand?"

Praodith licked her lips and nodded, averting her eyes from his. "Look at me," he said, and when she met his gaze she couldn't help the tears that began to form.

Elrond didn't seem to care. Holding her face steady, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Praodith closed her eyes as his scent invaded her senses. His kiss was soft, but quickly became more insistent when he ran his tongue along her lips and demanded entrance to her mouth.

Shaking in his grasp, she opened her mouth slightly and Elrond moaned quietly as he sent his tongue plunging past her lips. Praodith pulled back slightly as he kissed her, but Elrond wouldn't let her go. He grasped her face with his hands and held her as his m mov moved hungrily over hers.

He took all her breath, and when he finally released her mouth, Praodith gasped. Taking quick, deep breaths, she tried to calm herself as Elrond's hands began exploring her body.

The soft tips of his fingers made a trail down her neck and shoulder to her breast, where he began to rub gently as he watched her face. Praodith knew he was watching her, so she closed her eyes, hoping he would leave her be. He didn't.

He pinched the sensitive centre of her breast, and Praodith jerked slightly. "Keep your eyes open, love," he whispered, continuing his caresses. Praodith did as she was told, hoping maybe it would end quicker if she obeyed him.

When Elrond tired of her chest, his hand continued downward softly, tickling her as he went. Praodith tensed as his hand splayed over her abdomen. Leaning close to her ear, he breathed, "Open your legs."

Praodith took a shuddering breath and bit her lip, then parted her legs slightly. This was enough for Elrond, who then took the opportunity to move his fingers near her warmth, touching gently but not yet forcing himself inside.

Elrond watched her face as he stroked Praodith's sensitive flesh. Every muscle in her body was taught with tension. "Does that feel good?" he asked, his breath hot against her face. "Do you like it when I touch you there?"

Tears slipped down Praodith's face as she stared at the ceiling. She knew Elrond was waiting for an answer, so she forced herself to nod softly, feeling sick as she did so.

"Do you want more?" Elrond lightly pushed the tips of his fingers into her body. Praodith responded by pulling her hips back, but that only made the elf more insistent in his touches.

He continued his assault, slowing forcing his fingers inside her. "Feel free to moan, my love. No one will think any less of you." Elrond then began massaging Praodith's sensitive flesh, and she gripped the bedsheets in fear and frustration.

Praodith couldn't help but move slightly against Elrond's hand as he tried to pleasure her. It didn't feel good, but she couldn't stop the sensations it caused. Her stomach clenched in anxiety as she tried to lessen the discomfort, but every movement she made only spurred Elrond to increase his thrusts.

Finally, he withdrew his hand and Praodith relaxed slightly on the bed. She could feel the sweat beading on her forehead and in the palms of her hands. She loosened her grip on the sheets as Elrond released her from his touch.

When Elrond crawled over top of her, laying his arms on either side of her body, Praodith knew this nightmare would soon be over. She kept herself motionless under him as he moved her legs farther apart with his leg, then entered her body slowly.

She didn't watch his eyes, instead keeping her gaze off to one side, but she could hear him groan as he took his time sliding into her body. Praodith fidgeted slightly, still sore from the earlier assaults. They had worn her out so badly, she could barely register anything but pain now.

Elrond braced himself up with one arm while he moved the other down Praodith's hip to her leg, where he hooked her knee and pulled her leg up for better access. Praodith hissed in a breath when he rolled forward in a forceful thrust, and Elrond grinned.

"That's it," he said in low tones as he started a rhythmic pace, "That's my girl." He lowered his face to her shoulder where he kissed her heatedly, biting at her skin. She winced in pain as his teeth scraped at her.

Pulling back, Elrond dipped lower down and took advantage of her naked chest, biting softly at her breasts. His tongue rolled over the sensitive centre, making Praodith arch despite herself. She could hear Elrond groan in response.

With a quick jerk forward, Elrond forced himself down into Praodith's body, as far as he could go. He raised his face to hers as she moaned in pain, and smiled as she met his eyes. His face was flushed and sweaty, and his eyes were dark and unfocussed. Praodith averted her gaze as he rolled his hips into hers again and again, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"Soon, darling," he hissed, slowing his movements but increasing the force of his thrusts. He lost interest in looking at her, and instead lowered his face to her neck where he kissed and marked her. Praodith squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for him to end his assault. It wasn't long before groaned out against her neck, jerking into her body several times and meeting his pleasure.

Elrond rested against her body, letting go of her leg and running his hand up to her waist. Praodith breathed heavily and stretched out her sore leg, fearing what was next. She didn't think she could do this again.

Elrond sighed and pushed himself up, rolling over on the bed. Praodith felt suddenly cold as his warm body left hers, but was happy that he was no longer touching her. Shivering, she tucked into herself, waiting for what he would do next.

Pulling thin sheets over his naked body, Elrond looked at Praodith with half-lidded eyes and a sated smile. "Rest, my dear," he said, "I will decide on your fate later on."

Praodith licked her lips and watched Elrond close his eyes. He was going to sleep! Shaking, she pulled what covers she could get over her body, and waited until she was sure he had fell into his dreams.

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