Possession

Possession

Chapter 6
Author: Frosty the Micro Machine
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Eowyn, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After Arwen's death, a visit to Gondor reveals something unexpected. Canon-oriented; takes place after Sauron's defeat.
Author's Notes: Translations are in parenthesis after the Elvish.

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It was a late morning. Elrond had been up when she arrived back at their rooms. He had looked exhausted, and had fallen asleep quite soon after her return. Valawen had watched him, then, sleeping so soundly. And now, as she got dressed, she continued to watch him. The past few days had been so draining, even for an elf. He was still sleeping and she would not wake him, not even to tell him that she would be spending the day with Aragorn. She knew he would look for her when he awakened, but she was sure she'd be easy to find.

Snow had fallen. Valawen gathered her cloak around her as she made her way to the King's Hall, protecting her garments from the wet flakes that continued to spill from the gray skies. She liked winter, but she knew the journey home would be much more difficult in this weather. Sighing and climbing the stairs, she resolved to speak with Elrond that evening about when they were going back to Imladris.

She brushed her hood back and smoothed her wet hair behind her ears when she entered the warm hall. There was no fire, but it still smelled of soot and smoke within the walls. Seeing the hall empty, she wondered if perhaps she was not too early to meet with the King, as they had not set a time. Pursing her lips, she looked back at the door. Should she go back to Elrond? Sighing heavily, she turned back and headed into the corridor that led to Aragorn's room. Avoiding would not help. She would check on the King, and if she was early she would simply come back later.

Valawen knocked softly at the door. Knitting her brow, she leaned forward slightly when she heard movement in the room. There was some scuffling, and a moment later the door swung open to reveal a disheveled looking King. He seemed surprised to see her.

"My lord," she said when he only eyed her in uncertainty, "I'm sorry if I woke you."

He blinked and tilted his head. "You did not wake me, my lady."

She swallowed and nodded. "We were to meet today. Am I early?"

Aragorn smiled softly and stood aside, motioning for her to enter. "Not at all. Forgive my manners."

A little wary, she walked into his room, taking in the place with one swift glance before turning back to him. "I can come back later, if you like," she said as he closed the door, "If you are otherwise engaged."

"I would like you to stay." He moved past her and took two glasses from a shelf. "Can I offer you a drink?"

Valawen declined, watching as he poured himself a drink from the decanter. He swallowed the liquid quickly, set the glass down, and came back towards her. "How did you want to spend our time together, my lord?" she asked, aware that he was regarding her with an expression she found both disconcerting and a little intimidating. "Were we to tour the city?"

"Tell me about yourself," he said, ignoring her questions, "How old are you, Valawen?"

She hesitated, unsure, but relented. "I am nearly 3000 years," she responded.

Reaching up, Aragorn brushed her hair back behind her ears, then tilted her face upwards. "Three thousand. You are barely older than Arwen was when she passed." Valawen clenched her jaw as he held her chin in his hand. "Elrond must be thanking the Valar he managed to bed an elf as young as you."

Valawen jerked her face away from his grasp. "I don't see how that is any of your business," she hissed, growing angry. Time and again she had gone against her instincts and tried to reach out to Aragorn, but this time he had gone too far.

A grin broke out on his face. "He has taken to you to his bed, has he not?" he asked, his eyes twinkling, "Don't tell me you are untouched."

Her face grew stoney. "You go far, my lord. Your comments are neither respectful nor welcome."

"I don't mean disrespect," he answered, his eyes traveling her form. "On the contrary."

Valawen took a deep breath, unable to understand why he was acting this way. "Perhaps I should leave," she said, turning away. A hand grasped her upper arm and stopped her, then gently turned her back.

She glared at his hand, then looked up at him with anger and apprehension. "I don't want you to go," he said, rubbing her arm gently then releasing it.

Her curiousity got the better of her. "Want do you want from me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Your company."

"My company." When he nodded, she shook her head. "Your words and actions towards me have been questionable at best. I do not think I should remain here any longer."

"You fear me." He smirked at her wide eyes. "There is no need to. Your feelings for me will change."

Valawen stood a little straighter. "I do not fear you. You are, however, Elrond's son and I worry for your well-being. Are you so far in despair that you would speak to me in such a way?"

"I don't despair." His hand reached out to her again, but she stepped back. He smiled and added, "I speak only the truth."

Suddenly the room felt very small. Looking around, glancing at the door, she decided she should not remain. "I should go." She would have made a move for the door, but Aragorn quickly swept past her. She knit her brow in confusion and worry when he locked the door. "What are you doing?"

"I am keeping you with me," he replied, coming back to her. She stood steady as he touched her face tenderly. "You are a lovely elf," he said, his voice low, "Elrond has always admired beautiful things."

"Elrond will not be happy to hear of this, Aragorn," she said, her voice hard.

He laughed. "What happened to 'my lord'?"

Pulling away from his hand, she replied, "You are not worthy of it." She tried to walk past him, but he stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. Valawen pushed at his hand, but he held tight. "Let go of me."

He shoved her, hard enough for her to stumble back. "Am I not worthy of respect, Valawen?" he asked, his expression devoid of amusement. "You ask for it yourself, yet withold it from me. Does that seem fair?"

"You will allow me to leave," she said, avoiding his questions.

He shook his head. "No. I am not through with you."

"What do you want?"

His eyes raked her form. "Your body. Your mind. Your very essence."

Valawen held back her shock and fear and stood straight. "You will never have it."

"I have means," he said, coming forward, "I will take until you cannot help but give."

Her hands clenched at her sides as he came closer. "Why? What has happened to you?" she breathed, feeling her throat constrict in worry.

"I will show you. In time." Smiling, he sighed softly and added, "As for the why, Arwen is gone, and you are beautiful."

"Allow me to leave," she said again, this time with less confidence.

"You want to stay," he breathed, touching her shoulder.

"No," she growled, "I do not." Before she could sweep past him, he gripped her arms and with a hard shove pushed her back. The backs of her legs hit the bed and she fell to the mattress.

Frantically, Valawen tried to push herself up, but Aragorn was quickly on top of her. "Now, now, my lady," he grinned as she tried to kick him, "Do be still." He straddled her hips, effectively pinning her to the bed. Capturing her hands, he held them tight against her abdomen. "That's better."

"Stop this," she breathed, jerking her hands. His hold was strong. "Please, let me go."

Separating her hands, he pushed her arms back and leaned forward towards her face. His clear blue eyes roamed over her features before he locked his gaze with hers. "I know you fear this now, but soon you will understand. I promise." A small smile creased his lips. "It will hurt at first, but you will grow to enjoy it."

"I won't," she replied, her voice little more than a whisper.

"You will. You will understand." Looking away for a moment, he added.

"I won't!" she repeated more strongly. His eyes came back to hers, and she could've sworn they flickered in sadness.

"You will. Resistance will buy you a fate much like Arwen's." He leaned closer and frowned. "I do not want that to happen again."

A cold shock of reality spread through her. "You killed Arwen."

Sorrow was evident upon his face. "She killed herself by denying what was offered. Her fate was her own."

"What did you do to her?" she asked angrily, jerking at his hold, "What could she possibly have denied you?"

"You will learn, in time. Either way." Gripping her hands in one of his, he slid the other down her arm and along her chest. Valawen shifted uncomfortably as he squeezed a breast, pinching the peak and smiling when she tried to pull from his hands.

It quickly became obvious to her what his intentions were. "Please stop," she breathed, a cold chill spreading across her flesh as he molested her.

His strong hand gripped her chin, holding her face steady. "There is no use in begging, my lady. Close your eyes. It will all be over soon."

Valawen tried to struggle as he plunged his lips upon hers. His tongue darted past her lips as she attempted in vain to evade him. He tasted of wine and bitterness, a tart mixture that filled her senses. When he parted and looked down on her, breathing with a rough pleasure, tears began to fill her eyes.

"Don't cry, love," he said, a smile upon his lips. He wiped a stray tear and looked down on her as she tried to avoid his eyes. "Take comfort knowing you will soon enjoy this as much as I."

Anger rose up in her. "I will never enjoy this," she growled through clenched teeth, "You are a monster."

"Hmmmmmm...," he breathed, smoothing the hair away from her face, "You will learn differently, soon." Lowering, he began to kiss her neck, biting gently at the supple flesh. Valawen winced at the soft graze of teeth and jerked at her hands. Her wrists were becoming sore.

It all seemed hopeless, but she would never give in. "Release me, I beg you," she pleaded as his kisses roamed to her shoulder, "Let Elrond find out what has afflicted you. The Aragorn he has told me about would never do something like this."

His fingers brushed the front of her dress. Slowly, one by one, he removed the ties binding the cloth. "Don, meleth," he said, "Im iest an albach ednef o le nallon o manadh sen arad."
(Silence, love. I wish for nothing outside of your cry of bliss this day.)

He released her hands. She tried to push him away from her, but he was strong and swift and soon pulled the gown from her arms, baring her upper body. Holding her arms to the bed, he grinned then bent down, sending his warm tongue around the flesh of her breast. His beard scratched her tender skin as he wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking the tip. Valawen tried to move from his hold, but it was apparent that she was going nowhere. Finally closing her eyes, she tried to think of something else but it was too difficult to get past the reality of what was happening. His mouth on her body was at the forefront of her mind.

He moved to taste her other breast. Flexing her hands, she sniffed back her tears and listened to him taking pleasure in plundering her. His voice was loud in the otherwise silent room.

Aragorn's tongue lapped at her belly button and her eyes flew open. "Stop!" she yelled, wrestling at his hold on her, "Please stop!"

"Law," he answered, pressing kisses between her breasts. She cringed at his elvish responses, feeling attacked by her own kind. "Le innas no sabar."
(No. You will be mine.)

He let go of her arms and jerked the gown down her waist, throwing it aside. Valawen sat up and tried to swing a fist towards his face, but he easily deflected it and shoved her back to the mattress. Holding her down as she struggled, he opened his pants and slid a leg between hers, forcing them apart.

"Im innas breitho le naan i arad on godref," he uttered seconds before positioning himself at the vee of her legs. Grabbing her arms, he shoved them to the bed beside her and leaned down close to her ear, breathing, "Peng an nin innas."
(I will break you before the day is through. Bow to my will.)

He shoved forward. Valawen cried out and jerked her legs up, wrapping them around his clothed hips trying desperately to shield the pain. Aragorn sunk low and deep, filling her unprepared body with his hardness. Tears slipped from her eyes as the pain assaulted her senses.

Sharp pains echoed through her abdomen as he pulled back and forced himself forward again, starting a rough, demanding pace. She groaned out, unable to think straight any longer. It was too much. Her entire body clenched in tension as he mumbled empty phrases in her ear, things she could barely understand through the agony. Aragorn moved for his pleasure only, taking every ounce of strength from her body.

It felt as though it went on forever. When he finally groaned his release and relaxed his sweat-slicked body on top of hers, loosening his grip on her arms, she was too weak to do anything but lie there.

"Dihenanin," he said, and she felt physically ill at his sad tone, "I took but did not give. I could not control my urges." He looked down on her, smoothing her hair and kissing her gently. "Next time I promise you pleasure."
(Forgive me.)

"Get off me," she replied darkly, too upset to respond to his threats.

He grinned and pushed himself up. Standing, he picked up her gown and tossed it to the bed beside her. "Dress. I have something to show you."

Valawen sat up slowly and winced. She knew the pain in her belly would not go away soon. Rubbing her wet cheeks, she clothed herself and watched Aragorn as she did so. He was removing a large wooden box from a drawer on the far side of the room.

She wanted to run. The door was still bolted, but it called to her like a beacon of hope and escape. His presence affected her, though. She knew Aragorn was faster and stronger than she was. He got want he wanted. Maybe now he would show her whatever was in the box and then allow her to leave.

He sat down beside her and she curled her arms around herself. Setting the box on his lap, he regarded her with a serious, sober expression. "Don't be frightened," he said, noticing her edginess, "This will make you understand everything."

Valawen tensed as he opened the box. Curiousity got the best of her, though, and after a brief hesitation she leaned slightly forward. His eyes sparkled as she looked, but after regarding the object with uncertainty she leaned back and knit her brow. "I don't understand." Fear welled within her and she gazed longingly at the door. "Please, can I go?"

"You don't know what it is," he said, ignoring her question. Setting the box upon the floor, he pulled the object from its cradle. It looked like a simple crystal ball. Aragorn stared at it a moment, admiration in his eyes, before he offered it to her. "Hold it."

Her eyes widened and she hesitated. Aragorn wasn't impressed. He grabbed her arm and jerked her hand out. Valawen, afraid to pull back, bit her lip and allowed him to place the ball in her hand.

It was heavy. When he let go of her wrist she grasped the object with both hands. It was warm and glittered in the low candlelight. In an odd way, she felt comforted by its closeness.

"Watch," breathed Aragorn, but he was but a whisper in her ear. She felt mesmerized by the weight in her hands. Slowly, sparks of orange and gold began to stir within the crystal.

Valawen brought it closer to her face. All her pain seemed to disappear as its warmth spread through her chilled body. "It's beautiful," she murmured. Soon the sparks of gold grew into a haze of rich, red light, filling the ball. A dark centre appeared in the middle.

The change was swift. It took no longer than a second for Valawen's hands to freeze tightly over the ball. Sharp discomfort assaulted her mind as the colours within the crysal clouded into an angry black. Hissing in a breath, she tried to release it, but it was as if it had melded to her.

"Do not fight it," she could hear Aragorn say as she stared at the ball. Valawen tried to close her eyes, but the will to do her own bidding seemed to disappear.

As quickly as the pain started, though, it faded into nothing. Valawen exhaled a ragged breath as the colours dissipated and her hands loosened. A vague feeling of contentment came over her body as she knit her brows. "What happened?"

"You did not resist," he replied, taking the crystal from her hands. Gently he set it back in its box. "I am proud of you."

Dawning comprehension set in. Something had obviously happened, though what she wasn't sure. Valawen blinked back her uneasiness. "Will you let me leave now?"

"You are free to go," said Aragorn, closing the box. Without hesitation, she stood up and made her way to the door. "I will see you soon, Valawen."

She looked over her shoulder uncomfortably. He seemed relaxed and sure of himself, and that disturbed her. Without replying, she unlocked the door and left.

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TBC