Persuasion

Persuasion

Chapter 7
Author: Frosty the Linebacker
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Haldir, Arwen, OC, NC, AU, Darkfic
Summary: Long ago, Sauron got ahold of the one ring. After a long war, and the subsequent falling of the Dark Lord, the Elves are all who live. They were not immune, though, to the darkness that spread during the long years of Sauron's reign. Instead of talking things out, they decide busting heads is the best solution to their differences. Can't argue with that!
Notes: Elvish translations are at the end of the story.

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When Ellaire awoke, the room was a deep shade of blue from the sky outside. It was evening. She had slept all afternoon.

Sore and tired, she sat up and fished around for her clothes. Her shirt was useless, so she pulled a large one from one of Elrond's drawers. Part of her felt defeated, like there was no point in even bothering to dress herself. He would only be back for her later on. Haldir, though, was ever-present in her mind.

When clothed, she rose from the bed and began searching the dark room. Her sharp eyes looked for anything that could bed aed as a weapon, or anything that could break the lock on the door. As she jerked out a drawer, a metallic object caught her eyes.

It was the key to the shackles that held Haldir.

Carefully she picked it up and examined it. Looking around the room, Ellaire chose to hide it beneath the mattress until she could escape. Elrond would look for it eventually, she knew. He would know she took it.

The rest of the search turned up nothing. There was nary an object in the room that could be used against him. He had planned well. Sighing in acceptance, she sat down upon the bed and placed a hand on her stomach. It growled in hunger.

Her mind began to swim with thoughts about dying in Imladris. It had been nearly three days and there was not one word from Lorien. Had the Golden Wood truly abandoned them like Elrond said they would? She knew Haldir would never speak of Lorien's plans of attack, and she herself had taken the same oath to protect their home, so it wasn't implausible that they would leave them to their fate. If they were not worried that she and Haldir would speak, they would have no reason to rescue them.

Tears threatened to sting her eyes as she thought about what Haldir must be going through. Her own torture had been bad enough, but Legolas would most definitely treat the Marchwarden even worse. She felt so guilty all of a sudden, for not allowing herself to accept Haldir's affections. It was strange, the thoughts and remorse that consumed her mind.

A noise at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Standing tensely, she watched as Elrond entered and locked the door behind him.

"You're awake," he said, pulling off his cloak and hanging it up, "I am pleased to see that."

She cursed inwardly. If she had pretended to be asleep, perhaps he would have thought to leave her alone. As it was now, the expression on his face was edged with interest.

Ellaire took a breath and ventured a request. "I want to see Haldir."

He raised an eyebrow as he removed the outer layer of his clothing. She frowned as he folded each piece neatly and placed them on a chair. "I see no reason to allow you to see the Marchwarden. It would only increase your displeasure."

She swallowed heavily. "Then he is still alive."

Elrond looked up and chuckled softly. "He is. For now." Ellaire moved away as he sat down upon the bed and removed his boots. "When Legolas is through with him, perhaps I will allow you to see him before he is executed."

She blanched and balled her fists. She would have made to attack Elrond if he hadn't stood and headed to the window. "What will happen then?" she asked, her eyes trained on his movements, "Will you kill me as well?"

He seemed to consider while pulling the light drapes together over the window. "That will be decided when the time comes."

Ellaire felt sick. A cold chill ran through her body as she lowered herself into a chair, dizzy from what ran through her mind. Elrond's words were so unfeeling, so cold, they made her feel nothing but hopelessness.

"I have upset you." He looked across the bed at her with sorrowed eyes, as though he hadn't intended to cause her pain.

Her glare was filled with anger. "You disgust me. I knew the dark had taken us all, Mirkwood, Imladris and Lorien alike, but I never knew the extent to which those apart from the Golden Wood had been influenced. We were always told we were better than your kind. I now know that to be truth."

Elrond smiled softly as he walked around the bed. Watching with wide, furious eyes, she tensed when he kneeled in front of her. "My dear," he spoke gently, tucking her long hair behind her ears, "You know nothing."

Ellaire slapped his hand away from her and stood up, brushing past him as he regained his balance. She ran to the door and banged her fists upon it, screaming with all the power her lungs could muster. Expecting him to pull her back into the room, she slammed the heavy wood with all her strength and wasted it quickly.

When no noise was heard, when she could neither open it nor damage it, she turned back and leaned against the door. Elrond was simply watching her, as though humouring a spoiled child.

Her laboured breathing increased as he stepped forward. "You have spent all your energy," he said, amused, "Was it worth it?"

"I will still be able to fight you," she breathed.

Elrond's eyes flickered, but he did not become angry. Instead, he turned and walked to the bed, pulling someg oug out of his pocket as he went. She watched him carefully as he did something to the headboard, worried about what it might be. When he stood back up and looked at her, she narrowed her eyes in confused irritation. White rope had been tied to the rungs.

"You will not fight me," he said, "You will allow me to tie your hands as I did earlier."

She laughed, nervously and incredulously. The dark elf's eyes hardened as she shook her head. "I will not."

"You will, or I will be forced to treat you unkindly."

She laughed again as tears began to sting at her eyes. It felt so unreal, what was happening. Her mind understood clearly, though, that it was very real.

"You have already done more than treat me unkindly. I will suffer your abuse, but I will not submit." Her chest felt heavy as he considered her.

He nodded softly as he approached. "I understand. I hope you understand as well."

She looked up at him questioningly, but did not have time to realize what he meant until a hand fell against her face. He hit her so hard, so swiftly, she fell to the side and hit the wall.

Before Ellaire could react, a strong hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her along towards the bed. She whimpered as he turned her and slapped her again, making her fall to the bed. The taste of blood invaded her senses.

Her eyes watered as she forced herself up to face him, but he had taken her too much by surprise. Ellaire cried out as he jerked her up and forced her back down to the bed, then straddled her stomach.

"Stop it!" she screamed, hitting his hands as he attempted to capture her wrists. The anger was evident in his eyes seconds before he hit her again, causing her cheek to sting in pain.

She continued to fight, but eventually he managed to grab her hands. He slipped one under his knee and leaned heavily down upon it as the other was fastened to the headboard.

Ellaire groaned in pain as she tried to free her hand, but he was not letting her go. "Please stop," she whimpered more quietly, tired and dizzy from being hit. Tears streamed down her reddened cheeks. "Please stop this."

"It is too late for begging," he said, pulling her other hand to the bars of the bed. She could feel the rope wrap around her free wrist and burn her skin as it tightened.

When he was certain she could not get loose, he stood up and removed his clothing. Ellaire jerked at the binds to no avail. When she looked up at Elrond, his eyes were pinned to her body as she moved upon the bed. They were shadowed in lust.

Taking deep breaths, she calmed herself and laid still. This was going to happen. It played in her mind over and over again. It will happen. It will happen again.

She couldn't look away as he sat down on the bed and rested a hand on her abdomen. "I had planned to make you happy," he said, rubbing softly, "I wanted to give you pleasure. Instead, I will take it for myself and leave you begging for mercy."

Frowning, feeling her throat constrict in disgust, she locked his eyes with hers. "I thought it was too late for begging."

Tears still fell freely down her cheeks, but she promised herself she would not become passive towards him. He did not seem pleased by her words. Pressing harder against her stomach, Elrond leaned in and stared dangerously at her. "It is too late for it to matter," he breathed.

She stiffened as he grabbed the shirt she wore and pulled it apart. The buttons snapped easily, exposing her chest to him. Quickly his hands found her breasts and she hissed in a breath and he squeezed them, pinching the sensitive, delicate flesh. It felt as though he meant to bruise her with his touch.

Her arms began to hurt as sulleulled on the ropes, trying to free herself. He was in no hurry, though, sliding his hands down her soft abdomen to the pants that held looseo heo her hips.

Holding her legs tight did nothing to stop him from pulling the fabric down her legs. Hearing the garment drop to the floor caused her to shiver. She was naked now, and at his mercy. He had promised her pain, and she was sure he would deliver.

Elrond's eyes were hungry as he looked her over and smiled. He crawled up over her and she attempted to kick him, but was too slow. Grabbing her legs, he held them tight as he positioned himself.

"Garo thala, meleth," he said as he pulled her legs around his waist. Jerking her towards him caused her arms to ache with strain, but he did not lessen his pull.

She winced and cried out as he plunged himself down into her, filling her body with his flesh. It was a forceful thrust, done for his pleasure only. A heated groan escaped his lips as he bruised the skin of her thighs with his tight hold.

It did not take long for him to start a steady, strong pace. Every time he drove his hips into hers, he pulled her body back towards him. It was rough and painful, and everytime her hips rose from the bed she cried in distress.

"Yes, my whore," he breathed lowly, "Scream for me. Beg me to stop."

Ellaire gasped in a breath when he raked his nails over the tender skin of her thighs. Her cheeks were wet with tears as he stole every ounce of strength from her.

"Beg me!" he growled, thrusting into her in quick movements to gain her ntiontion.

She could barely breath. "Oh, God," she whispered as he glared down at her, demanding she speak. A painful jerk towards him caused her resolve to break. "Stop, please," she begged, meaning every word, "Please!"

He didn't answer, merely hissing in a breath and continuing his assault. His eyes were closed now, she noticed, as he attempted to reach the conclusion of the violation.

Numbness began to take over the pain. Ellaire closed her eyes and endured the rape until she felt the hold on her legs tighten. A deep groan escaped Elrond's lips as he jerked into her then let her legs go and collasped onto her body.

His skin was hot and moist against hers. Opening her eyes, she tensed in expectation of what more he could do to her. She hoped he would have sated himself, and would leave her be.

He pulled from her and laid down at her side. A warm hand swept up her body and cupped a breast gently. His fingers pinched the flesh as his hazy eyes watched her expressions of anguish.

"I am sure our previous relations were much more welcome than this," he said softly, so close to her ear, "I do not enjoy hurting you, but you must learn your place."

She hesitated, not wanting to antagonize him further. Biting her lips, she kept quiet, simply enduring his torment.

His breathing was hard and rhythmic in her ears. "You have endured me well, love. My anger has subsided. I would enjoy pleasing you now."

Ellaire swallowed hard as he gently cupped her breast, then trailed his hand down her abdomen. She trembled as the tips of his fingers tickled along her skin, causing her entire body to shiver in anticipation. He was going to hurt her again, but this time much differently.

Tensing her legs when she felt his hand creep between them, she turned her wet eyes to his and pleaded, "Please don't do this. You've taken what you want. Please just leave me alone."

"Shhhhh...." he whispered, leaning forward and capturing her mouth. His kiss was strong and she was unable to part from him as his tongue dipped into the dark heat he was so intent on exploring.

She inhaled sharply when he pulled back, having taken all the breath from her. His taste and smell was everywhere now. She felt coated by it, surrounded. It made her sick.

Elrond traced with his fingers the soft flesh between her legs. He had not penetrated yet, instead massaging lightly to ignite the heat within her. Ellaire fidgeted against his hand, unintentionally causing more sensations as she tried to pull away. She was still sensitive from his previous assault.

His body leaned over hers as he watched the expressions on her face, repeating movements that caused her to shudder in torment or gasp in surprise. Dark eyes glittered as they gazed unyieldingly, and she tried everything to imagine herself elsewhere, or at least push him from her mind. Whenever she closed her eyes, though, he would pinch her sensitive skin and she would open them, startled.

"Let yourself go," he breathed, bending to kiss her salty lips. His tongue flicked over them, teasing her with its rapid movement. When he pressed forcefully against her, she opened her mouth to inhale sharply, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue against hers and suck the gentle whimper from her throat.

Fresh tears streamed down her face as his massaging increased pressure. Slowly, carefully, he slipped a finger into her and thrust along her wet skin. "Stop," she hissed, tensing her hands around the binds, "Enough!"

A hard stroke caused her to vocalize her torment. "Ha innas no far ir le teli," he said, placing his other hand on her shoulder and squeezing.

Ellaire grit her teeth and tensed her entire body as he slipped another finger in and thrust pleasingly. "Im alinnas," she growled, controlling herself as best she could. Her body ached with wanted release, but she refused to submit to that weakness. She had to be stronger than that.

He laughed darkly, sending chills up her spine. The pressure in her lower body increased as he changed the rhythm of his thrusts, slowing the pace, then increasing without warning. Her body was betraying her out of exhaustion, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. If he did not leave her until she released herself to him, then it would eventually happen. Her whole resolve was beginning to tire beyond repair.

A tingling began in her lower body as he skillfully stroked her into what she did not want. Tears fell from her shut eyes as she hissed in a breath and gave in to the onslaught of unwanted feelings coursing through her body. She kept herself as quiet as possible as she bucked against his hand, but Ellaire knew Elrond was watching her closely. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he leaned down to listen to her whimper her sinful pleasure.

"Good girl," he whispered as she began to relax. When she opened her wet eyes he was looking down on her with a sated smile upon his face. He still traced her now-tender flesh slowly, stroking so every few moments a twinge of pleasure would race through her legs. "Was that so bad?"

She steeled her eyes and looked away, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. The warmth of his hand stilled and pulled away as he laughed softly and pushed himself up from the bed.

"You have given yourself over," he said as he dressed in his nightclothes, "There is no use fighting it any longer. Take pleasure in it. You might as well feel all that you can before you die."

Her body throbbed as she fidgeted on the bed. Too tired to care or speak, she merely closed her eyes when he settled in beside her and covered her with the blankets. "Sleep now," he breathed, kissing her softly, "Tomorrow, we will tell the Marchwarden of your betrayal."

Angry, she pulled her face away from his seeking lips. He did not pull her back, instead chuckling at her act and laying down, draping a heavy arm across her abdomen.

Ellaire laid still as the minutes ticked by. Soon Elrond was asleep, his breathing rhythmic and slow. She twisted the binds around her wrists, but they did not loosen. Already her arms were numb with pain. Crying softly, careful not to wake him, she relaxed as best she could and waited for morning.

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TBC

Elf-Speak:
Garo thala, meleth. - Hold steady, love.
Ha innas no far ir le teli. - It will be enough when you come.
Im alinnas. - I will not.