In the Ruins of Hope

In the Ruins of Hope

Chapter 6
Author: Frosty the Street Thug
Rated: Strong R
Codes: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: The hobbits are dead. Arwen is dead. The war is not over, but the elves are leaving Middle-Earth. King Aragorn and the people of Minas Tirith are all who are left to fight for the freedom of the land. But what's this? They've been corrupted? Say it ain't so!
Author's Notes: Boromir lives. Deal.
Disclaimer: This is so far from Tolkien-verse it doesn't even need a disclaimer. ;)
Notes: Elvish translations will be at the end of each chapter.

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Calime awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside the window. It was a gated window, but at least the fresh air could still be felt.

Stretching, she sat up and looked around the room. Boromir was nowhere to be seen. When they had arrived back at his room the previous night, he had left her alone and gone off by himself. She had expected him to return and take advantage of her, but she could see now that he had not been in the room all night.

Rubbing her face, she laid back down in the bed. Her head ached from her crying the night before. She knew there was no point in getting dressed for the day. If Boromir wanted her clothed, she was sure he would let her know.

As if on cue, the door to the room opened at he stepped inside. Calime sat up, suddenly tense.

"It is nearly noon," he said gruffly, "Why are you not dressed?"

She watched him carefully as he walked around the room, tidying up. "What is the point if I am to be locked in here all day?"

His gray eyes rose up and stared at her. Calime unconsciously grasped at the sheets. "I do not take lightly to being spoken to like that," he said in a warning tone, "If you do not watch yourself, elf, I may have to beat some respect into you."

Calime lowered her eyes and grabbed at her worn dress. She would not touch Arwen's unless told to. Keenly aware that he was watching, she stood up, clothed only in a long shirt, and made her way towards the bathroom.

Boromir's strong hand reached out and grabbed her arm. "I suggest you rest today," he said, shoving her towards the bathroom. Calime frowned but did not ask what he meant. When he grabbed a large book off the shelf and left the room, she dropped the dress and slid down to the floor.

"Im innas deri bell," she whispered to herself as her eyes closed. Laying her head back against the wall, she thought of seeing Legolas again. Perhaps, if she listened to Boromir, there would be another visit.

Tears stung her eyes as she grabbed the dress and pushed herself from the floor. Listening to him would start with being presentable. Taking a deep breath, she headed into the shower.

It was long hours after that that Calime was left alone in the room. There were no noises from outside the door, and the window looked out on forest, nothing more. She had taken another look around the room, hoping she missed something in her first search, but there were no weapons or keys to be found. The only visitor she had had all day was a guard delivering a meal, and he arrived and left quickly.

The tension in her stomach was growing. Boromir had warned her to rest, and she took that to mean that he would be coming for her that night. Tucking her hair behind her ears, her thoughts roamed to the different possible scenarios. Calime closed her eyes against the images, not wanting to think about all the things he could do to her, but it was no use. She was under too much stress not to think about it.

The day was growing dark. A cool breeze swept through the open window and Calime shivered. She could feel him nearing. Soon he would come for her.

When the door clicked open, Calime jumped up from her chair. Her eyes widened in fear when not only Boromir entered, but Faramir as well. "What is he doing here?" she asked, clenching her fists.

Boromir pursed his lips as his brother closed the door and smiled. "Sit down," he said, moving to a small counter and pouring two glasses of whiskey. Calime hesitated, but did as he said as Boromir passed a drink to his brother.

"Are you not going to offer the lady any?" asked Faramir, his blue eyes settling on Calime.

"I don't want any." She was quick to reply and found herself quite defensive. Faramir's constant watch of her kept her nervous.

Grinning, Faramir downed the drink in one swallow. "This will only happen once, Faramir," said Boromir, "You know I do not like to share."

Calime's breathing became quick and irregular. They were discussing her as though she were property, right in front of her. "I am grateful you would," replied Faramir. He set down his glass and continued to watch her. "I much prefer the dark hair."

Boromir laughed and downed his own whiskey. "You have only tired of the others," he said, his own eyes falling upon the elf, "You like her because she is disrespectful."

She could not bear to look up at them. She knew they saw her discomfort. "Do you not as well?" asked Faramir, pushing off the counter and approaching Calime. He kneeled down in front of her and touched a finger to her chin, pushing her face up. "Boromir promises you things to keep you in line. I promise nothing."

She stared into his icy blue eyes. The anger welled up in her, more anger than she had felt towards Boromir. "If you think I will lie still for you, you are mistaken." She jerked her chin away from his hand.

He smiled and lowered his hand. "I would request no such thing," he replied, "By all means, meleth, fight me."

Calime's stomach fell at his words. It was terrible enough that they would violate her, but to have her own language spoken to her through the mouth of someone so evil...it made her ill.

Faramir rose up and took off his outer tunic. She clenched her hands in her lap and averted her eyes from him. He would be rough with her, she knew.

Calime took a deep, calming breath and looked up at Boromir. His eyes were fixed upon her, no sympathy apparent in them. Faramir was downing another drink of whiskey, and the room was eerily silent.

As her gaze moved to the younger of the two, she began to prepare herself for what would inevitably happen. Faramir obviously wanted her to fight back, to appear strong so he could dominate. Briefly she considered not giving him that, just lying back and taking what he did to her. Another part of her mind, though, told her she wouldn't be able to do that. She allowed herself to take such abuse from Boromir because of the promise of Legolas. Faramir was here to take and take only. If she allowed it to happen, she didn't think she'd ever be able to look at herself again.

When Faramir set down his glass and advanced upon her, Calime stood up out of her seat and waited. His smile was nothing less than amused, but she would not let that bother her.

"You look beautiful this evening," he said, raising a hand to her hair and fingering the strands.

Calime looked at Boromir, who was sitting comfortably in a chair on the other side of the room. "Are you going to watch?" she asked him, her voice shaking, "Are you truly going to allow this?"

Boromir pursed his lips as Calime tried to ignore Faramir's grin. "I have no care what my brother does to you, so long as the damage is not permanent," replied the elder, "And yes, I am going to watch."

Moving her eyes back to the bright blue in front of her, she took a deep breath and pushed Faramir's hand away. "You will be judged, in the end," she said quietly. Calime knew her words would make no difference to him, but there was nothing else she could say. There was no escape from this.

"I am sure I will," replied Faramir. His hand moved back up to her face, his thumb tracing the gentle line of her jaw. When he moved higher, attempting to touch her ear, me sme struck out, slapping his hand away hard and stepping back.

Her eyes were hard. "Make this fair. I will fight you with all I have, but your brother is not to interfere."

Faramir's eyes narrowed as he looked to Boromir, then back at her. Calime knew she would not be able to stop this from happening, but she hoped she could at least injure him somewhat.

A smile tugged at the young Captain's lips. With a quick nod to Boromir, he accepted her terms. "I mustit, it, my lady, I was not expecting you to rise to the occasion."

Fear began to grow inside Calime. She felt as though she would be fighting for her life. "What else can I do?"

With a curt nod, he began to approach her. Calime looked at Boromir, whose expression was steely, then back at Faramir. Different reactions raced through her mind. Hit him. Kick him. Bite. When he got close enough, it became instinctual. Calime lashed out with her fist, attempting to hit his face, but already he was too quick for her.

With a sharp movement, Faramir grabbed Calime's arm and held tight. Before she could kick out at him, he had twisted her body around so her back was against his chest. "Not fast enough, meleth," he whispered against her hair as his strong arm wrapped around her waist, "You will have to do better than that."

Calime angered at the evil use of her native tongue. She clenched her eyes shut as his hand rubbed at her abdomen, sending shivers across her body. Without warning, he shoved her away from him and she stumbled forward.

Her arm ached from being held. She held it firmly as he came to her again, but when he was close enough she bit back the pain and lunged out at him, punc him him hard in the stomach and attempting to run by.

A strong grabbed her and flung her to the floor. Looking up with wide eyes, she saw anger in Faramir's expression. "You little bitch," he said softly as he caught his breath.

Calime scrambled to get up, but he was too quick. Grabbing her sore arm and jerking her up, he slapped her hard across the face.

From somewhere in the room, Calime could hear chuckling. "Why are you so angry, dear brother?" asked Boromir. Calime moved her eyes towards to look at Faramir, who was glaring at his brother. "You wanted her to fight back."

Those sharp blue eyes turned back to her, and he stared at her with irritation. Slowly, though, a smile returned to his face. "You're right, Boromir. I suppose I did not give the lady enough credit."

Faramir's hand was still strong on her arm. Quickly, Calime grew angry again, and jerked it from his grasp. "I am tired of playing," she breatheouchouching her sore cheek, "Will you not get this over with?"

"The best pleasure comes from prolonging the act," he replied, "Or has your elf never been able to teach you that?"

Her face burned at the mention of Legolas. She would not be baited. "There will be no pleasure in this for me."

"Oh," said Faramir, frowning, "That is a shame. Maybe next time." Calime jerked back against the wall when Faramir made a move for her. She tried to dart by him, but he grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled her back into his arms.

"Let me go!" growled Calime as she tried to squirm from his grasp. His arms were too strong around her, though, and without speaking he turned her body and shoved her face down on the bed.

Pushing with her arms, she tried desperately to get up, but Faramir's hand held her down. She turned her head and inhaled deeply, forcing herself to relax. Her hands clenched at the bedsheets, though, as the young captain bent down over her.

"Sweet elf," he breathed, brushing her hair back from her ear and running his tongue along it, "You taste like honey."

Tears stung at Calime's eyes as he continued touching her face and neck. As she stared at the wall, her mind becoming distant, it occured to her just how tired she was. Licking her dry lips and exhaling slowly, she made an unconscious decision to give in. She would lie there and take what he forced upon her. Fighting back was just too exhausting. It was too much.

When Faramir's hand ran down her backside, Calime did not try to get up. She laid silently, feeling every touch of his hand as he began to undress her body. He was not gentle, forcing the fabric down from her shoulders and sliding the dress along her waist and legs until it fell to the floor at her feet.

"Are you yielding to me?" he asked, wrapping his hand over her neck, "Man innas lin elleth ir-genedia e istui uin lin gwerio?"

Calime's face fell to tears as she covered her mouth with her hand. The weakness was here now. She could find strength no longer.

A strong arm snaked around her waist and yanked her upward. Calime barely had time to react before she was thrown against a wall, Faramir's body hard against hers. "Hebin nor, tithen pen. Sen innas no naegra-pant."

Tears streamed from her eyes as she felt Faramir struggle with his pants. When he kicked her legs apart and jerked her hips back, entering her body in a single, hard thrust, Calime fell against the wall and cried out. A hard groan escaped Faramir's lips as he rested a palm against her neck and held her to the wall, using the other arm around her waist to pull hery upy upwards for better access.

Calime's arms became weak as she held herself steady against his slow, forceful thrusts. Each roll of his hips caused her to slam against the wall. The hand heavy on her made her neck ache with tension.

"Please stop," she whispered, not expecting him to even hear her. Lowering her head, she concentrating on just staying upright.

Faramir jerked into her roughly three times before stopping himself and pulling her upward. His breathing was rough with unended pleasure as his hand travelled up her abdomen and to her breasts. "I think you want me to continue," he said heavily against her ear as his fingers slid over her sensitive skin. He pinched lightly and Calime whimpered as she shook in his hold. "Tell me you want more, meleth, and I will make it quick."

"No," she breathed. When he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, she cried out in pain. His hand was still rough against her breast.

"If you do not ask for more, I will find something else to fuck you with afterwards. An arrow, perhaps? Your elf is an archer, is he not?" Calime whimpered softly as more tears streamed down her cheeks. "Now, meleth, I will ask you again. Do you want more?"

Clenching her fists tightly, she closed her eyes and nodded. Faramir pushed her forward against the wall again, bracing her up with the arm around her waist. "Tell me again," he breathed, shoving roughly into her and stopping.

Calime could barely speak as she heard Boromir chuckle. Burning with shame and embarrassment, she forced herself to speak. "More," she ned ned as Faramir's warm hand slid down her back to her hip. He jerked into her once more and she cried out in burning injury.

Faramir's voice was thick with lust. "Treneri nin an nasta ad. Ned lin falathren."

Choking back a sob, Calime put his wish to voice. "Ad."

Holding tightly on her hip, Faramir started a hard, needy thrust. Calime braced herself against thel asl as her entire body began to tingle from his assault.

Faramir continued to groan out his pleasure as the rhythm became more seeking. Calime's knees began to weaken but his arm was strong around her, holding her up. He continue to assault her with small, elvish phrases, bent on shaming her with words as well as actions.

"Tiri na Boromir," he breathed, grabbing at her neck and forcing her to move her head to the side. "Trenari nin gwador lin anira-e aphad-anim." Calime's hazy eyes focused on the man sitting across the room. His dark eyes were lustful and heavy as he watched her. She could see him smiling. "Pedo!" growled Faramir, thrusting all the way into her body.

"Im anira-lin," she cried, closing her eyes when Faramir let go of her neck and grabbed her hip, pulling her back as he rolled forward against her. It seemed as if he had been raping her forever.

Without speaking again, Faramir continued to move against her body. It was not much longer before he groaned heavily and met his pleasure, pressing her body up against the wall with his. His chest was hot and moist against her back, his breath and voice heavy in her ear.

When he had finished, he pulled out swiftly and let go of her.

Calime sunk to the fl her her eyes wide with shock. She could not look up at him as he adjusted his clothing and covered himself. "Tofn-onnen elleth," he muttered, glaring down at her. Calime shivered as she drew her knees into her body. When he nudged her leg with his foot, she pulled back against the wall. "Ar-iuitho inu."

"I do not know why yosistsist on speaking in that damned language," growled Boromir as he stood up. Calime closed her eyes, trying to drown them out by concentrating on her breathing. It didn't work. "I find it irritating." aramaramir laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "Then next time, brother, find something to put in your ears." He took a deep breath and looked down on Calime. "She listens well once you put her in her place."

"Yes, I've found that as well." Calime knew they were both watching her; she could feel their eyes upon her. She looked downward as Faramir walked to the now-empty chair on the far side of the room and sat down, exhaling loudly. Boromir was still above her. "Get up," he said, crossing his arms.

She knew not listening would make him angry, so slowly Calime rose up on shaky legs. "Caro on gweth gelir, meleth," grinned Faramir.

Boromir turned and pursed his lips. "Enough with the elvish, Faramir," he growled, grabbing Calime's arm and tossing her back on the bed.

"My apologies," replied the young Captain, watching Calime with interest. She knew he was, even as she rested her palms across her eyes, shielding Boromir from view.

Her hands were wet with tears when he removed them from her face and held them to the bed. "I'll make this fast," he said, his breath warm against her face. Letting go of her hands and standing upright, he began to disrobe from the waist down.

Calime's body ached from the abuse she had already suffered. She felt as though she would break in half if Boromir violated her. Pushing herself up, she begged him to not do this. "Please, not now. I can't take any more. Please!"

His eyes were cold as he surveyed her. Calime held her breath as he gazed at her, looking as though he was actually contemplating her request. When he turned to Faramir, though, her stomach fell. "Come hold her," he said to his brother, "Keep her quiet."

Faramir was quick to get up. Her heart racing, Calime tried to get off the bed, but he grabbed her ankles and dragged her back. "Don't fight it, sweetheart," he said, sitting in the middle of the bed and jerking her so she laid between his legs. His arm held strongly over her chest as his other hand titled her head back. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered, "No dinen."

Calime swallowed heavily as Boromir pulled her legs over the edge of the bed. Faramir adjusted himself so his brother could access her, and he did so quickly, forcing himself into her burning body. Crying out, Faramir immediately relaxed a hand across her mouth.

Boromir's hands were rough as he held her knees up, bending her legs with each thrust forward. Calime pushed at the bed, digging her nails into the soft sheets, trying to force the pain away. Tears streamed down her eyes and along Faramir's warm hand.

The elder was quiet as he assaulted her, concentrating only on his own pleasure. Faramir, though, caressed her skin gently. "Maer iell," he whispered, "Car-le sui on tarias nedh le, mul?"

Calime's eyes sparkled in the bright lights. She didn't know where to look, and the pain was too much for her to close her eyes. Faramir was so close to her, breathing tormenting phrases into her ear. Boromir roughly stole his pleasure from her body. All she could feel was the heat of them.

A loud groan escaped Boromir's lips as he jerked twice into her, meeting his climax quickly. He soon pulled out of her, dropping her aching legs and clothing himself.

"I'm proud of you, meleth," said Faramir as he released his hand and traced a finger down her cheek, "You took that like a big girl."

Calime clenched her teeth and drew herself up, pulling out of Faramir's grasp and stepping clumsily off the bed. She found her dress and clothed herself, then collapsed into a chair in the corner of the room. Her legs were too weak to stand, and she was too exhausted to try.

"I don't think she cares for your pride," smirked Boromir as he poured himself a drink.

Faramir watched her softly for a few seconds before getting off the bed himself. "You may be right," he sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. He pressed a palm to his heart and gazed at Calime. "You injure me, melethril." Her eyes jerked up at that, and he grinned. "Nin bain heryn meleth."

Boromir slammed down his empty glass and grabbed his cloak. "You exhaust me, Faramir. Stay here and speak lovely words to the elf. I am going out."

The younger laughed. "I will go with you. The elf has worn me out." He turned and winked at Calime before following his brother out of the room.

Calime exhaled a breath she had not known she was holding. Feeling suddenly cold, she curled her legs up on the chair and laid her head down upon her knees. She had some time to breath now, some time to rest. It did not come easily.

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TBC

Elf-Speak:

Im innas deri bell. - I will remain strong.
Meleth. - Love.
Man innas lin elleth ir-genedia e istui uin lin gwerio? - What will your elf reckon when he learns (learned) of your betrayal (betray)?
Hebin nor, tithen pen. Sen innas no naegra-pant. - Keep weeping, little one. This will be painful.
Trenari nin an nasta ad. Ned lin falathren. - Tell me to thrust again. In your language.
Ad. - Again.
Tiri na Boromir. Trenari nin gwador lin anira-e aphad-anim. - Look at Boromir. Tell my brother you desire him (he) after myself.
Pedo. - Speak.
Im anira-lin. - I desire you.
Tofn-onnen elleth. Ar-iuitho inu. - Low-born elf. Useless (without) fe) female.
Caro on gweth gelir, meleth. - Make his manhood happy, love.
No dinen. - Be silent.
Maer iell. Car-le sui on tarias nedh le, mul? - Good girl. Do you like his stiffness inside you, slave?
Melethril. Nin bain heryn meleth. - Lover. My beautiful lady love.