Strange Love
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,319
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 6
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: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author's note: What's wrong with this site? I tried to upload this chapter a billion times!
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Pain... Searing pain... Again and again they broke his body, his bones…
‘Ion… Valar save me…’ All rational thought had fled the moment the first creature had taken what never was his to take. Now agony ruled. Agony and the terrible desire for relief, of any kind.
Blood coated the stone table. Chains were no longer needed, since the prisoner had lost the ability to move a limb. His upper arms… his upper legs… his lower arms… his lower legs… his hands… his feet… Not one of them was in the position it was supposed to be. Broken… dislocated… bruised… slashed…
And all the time; an orc, sitting next to him, soothing him with a mocking voice. Soothing with examples of people who suffered worse. Mocking with the knowledge of the repeat in their actions.
And through it all, that terrible agony.
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They were seeing red. What little had been left of their restraint had fled when they had first felt that pain. The pain that comes when a body is taken, its defences breached. With their mother, they never had felt it. With their father, they felt it as if it was their own body. Sometimes his screams echoed in their minds. Once it had been a blessing, but now they found that bond with him a curse. Knowing he was suffering and not knowing how to end it. Knowing he was screaming for them and not being able to answer.
They had left Lothlorien and had gone into the mountains. Those that had joined them dared not to ask for rest.
“How long will this go on?” Thranduil gently urged his mare forward. She was exhausted, much like they all were. They hadn’t properly rested for days.
“Until they have found him.” Celeborn had joined them also, at the bidding of their sister and grandmother. “How grave must his pain be?”
None answered, for none wanted to know. Not that he had expected an answer.
“How grave will theirs be?” Erestor whispered. “How grave will that of us all be?”
“Valar know… We must stop soon. The horses need rest.” Glorfindel gently patted the neck of his own. Even Asfaloth, a trained war-horse, was walking only by sheer will to obey his rider. Most elves had gotten off of their horses, walking beside them.
Far ahead were two riders. They kept a relentless pace.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
However that night even they had to rest. It was silent in the camp they had made. All but them sat around the small fire. They sat on a rock, barely in sight of those around the fire. Angrily they stared into the night. Their father was screaming again. Then suddenly, drowning even the voice in their head, came a scream by air. His scream…
They leaped down and without waiting for the others ran to its source.
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: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me
Author's note: What's wrong with this site? I tried to upload this chapter a billion times!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Pain... Searing pain... Again and again they broke his body, his bones…
‘Ion… Valar save me…’ All rational thought had fled the moment the first creature had taken what never was his to take. Now agony ruled. Agony and the terrible desire for relief, of any kind.
Blood coated the stone table. Chains were no longer needed, since the prisoner had lost the ability to move a limb. His upper arms… his upper legs… his lower arms… his lower legs… his hands… his feet… Not one of them was in the position it was supposed to be. Broken… dislocated… bruised… slashed…
And all the time; an orc, sitting next to him, soothing him with a mocking voice. Soothing with examples of people who suffered worse. Mocking with the knowledge of the repeat in their actions.
And through it all, that terrible agony.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
They were seeing red. What little had been left of their restraint had fled when they had first felt that pain. The pain that comes when a body is taken, its defences breached. With their mother, they never had felt it. With their father, they felt it as if it was their own body. Sometimes his screams echoed in their minds. Once it had been a blessing, but now they found that bond with him a curse. Knowing he was suffering and not knowing how to end it. Knowing he was screaming for them and not being able to answer.
They had left Lothlorien and had gone into the mountains. Those that had joined them dared not to ask for rest.
“How long will this go on?” Thranduil gently urged his mare forward. She was exhausted, much like they all were. They hadn’t properly rested for days.
“Until they have found him.” Celeborn had joined them also, at the bidding of their sister and grandmother. “How grave must his pain be?”
None answered, for none wanted to know. Not that he had expected an answer.
“How grave will theirs be?” Erestor whispered. “How grave will that of us all be?”
“Valar know… We must stop soon. The horses need rest.” Glorfindel gently patted the neck of his own. Even Asfaloth, a trained war-horse, was walking only by sheer will to obey his rider. Most elves had gotten off of their horses, walking beside them.
Far ahead were two riders. They kept a relentless pace.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
However that night even they had to rest. It was silent in the camp they had made. All but them sat around the small fire. They sat on a rock, barely in sight of those around the fire. Angrily they stared into the night. Their father was screaming again. Then suddenly, drowning even the voice in their head, came a scream by air. His scream…
They leaped down and without waiting for the others ran to its source.