Possession

Possession

Chapter 7
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.

Thank you for the reviews. Please continue!!! :D To Freya: Sorry, Boromir is long dead in this fic. I grieve that decision as much as you do, but I'm afraid his revival is just not in the cards. Forgive me. ;)

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She found Elrond in the dining hall. He was seated with Faramir and Eowyn, and looked vastly relieved when she approached. "There you are," he said, offering her a seat, "I was worried."

"My apologies," she replied, smiling weakly as she sat down, "I had a previous engagement. I didn't think I would be away so long."

"Who were you meeting, if I may ask?" Eowyn looked up, eyeing her as Valawen fixed her hair.

Taking her own tea in her hands, Valawen replied, "The King."

"Aragorn?" Elrond frowned and asked, "Why did you go to see him?"

A soft blush rose over her cheeks. "He asked to spend time with me. I think he wanted to get to know me, since we'll soon be married." Valawen felt distinctly uncomfortable with everyone's eyes upon her.

Faramir pursed his lips and softly asked, "And how was your time together?"

She looked up. The Captain's eyes held no measure of suspicion, but she could have sworn his tone was tinged with more than just friendly curiousity. "It was fine."

Her gaze moved back to the table. She had entered the hall with the intention of finding Elrond and taking him aside, then explaining to him what happened. Valawen bit her lip and repeated it in her head. She had been raped. She had been threatened. There was something wrong with Aragorn. For some reason, though, the words would not form on her tongue. She remained silent about what had happened, offering nothing as a sign that something was amiss. As her eyes moved back up, though, and noticed everyone still regarding her oddly, she suddenly felt a surge of anger within.

"Valawen, are you alright?" questioned Eowyn. Her face was a mask of concern.

She smiled brightly and raised her eyebrows. "Of course. Why do you ask?"

The blonde shrugged. "You just seem a little nervous."

A warm hand clasped her shoulder. "You do seem unusually tense," said Elrond, "Are you sure you're well?"

The smile wanted to fade from her face, but she forced it to remain. "Yes, I am well. I assure you."

They didn't believe her. She could see it in their eyes, in the expressions on their faces. It took all her will to not demand that they tell her why they were treating her this way, as though she had done something wrong or worth pity. The anger within her grew and she clenched her fists beneath the table.

Elrond sighed and took his hand away. "Good," he said, then changed the subject, "I plan on speaking with Aragorn myself, today. I have some news I am sure you will be pleased to hear. We will leave for Imladris tomorrow."

"Leave?" Her abdomen twisted, for reasons she was unsure of. "Why?"

He blinked back his surprise. "There is no need for us to remain. I thought you would want to go home."

Valawen sat back and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I do. I'm sorry. I simply was not expecting it to be so soon."

"Minas Tirith will offer us nothing in the way of answers, and I refuse to keep our own lives from continuing simply because of it. We will go home and we will be married. I am sure Elrohir and Elladan miss you."

"Yes, I miss them as well," she said softly. Her eyes scouted the room, taking in what was threatening to become only a memory.

Eowyn's hand touched hers. "You look sad. Will you miss us?"

"I suppose I will," she said, smiling. A wave of relief washed over her when the princess removed her hand.

"You will not be rid of us for long," added Faramir, "We insist at being at your wedding."

Valawen's stomach felt hollow as she smiled and nodded. She wondered what was wrong with her, why she was feeling so trapped. "Will you excuse me?" she said suddenly, standing and looking down at her tablemates, "I...have something to attend to."

Elrond's hand caught hers before she could turn away. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his eyes alight in concern.

"No. I promise you, it is nothing." Leaning down, she kissed the top of his head and smiled. "I will see you later."

He reluctantly let go of her hand, and she did not look back.

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"You returned sooner than I expected."

The fire was lit, the hall swathed in a soft orange glow. The air was smokey and warm, tingling her senses as she stood in the centre of the room, watching the man who seemed enraptured by the flames. She wasn't sure why she had returned. There was danger here, but something had drawn her to this place. To him.

"What was it I held?" She had always been a curious person, but never unwise. It frightened her, thinking about what she was doing.

"It's called a palantir," Aragorn replied, turning to her. She approached slowly. "It is used to communicate."

"With who?" She was close to him now, close enough that he could reach out and touch her. It made her shiver.

"Whoever has the others, usually. And with Sauron."

Swallowing heavily, she said, "Sauron is dead."

He nodded. "Yes, he is."

"Who has the other palantirs?"

Aragorn's eyes moved down her form. "I don't know."

"Who spoke to me?" She wanted to know why she was feeling this way. She wanted to know what had happened to her when she touched the crystal.

"I don't know," he replied, shaking his head, "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it matters. I want to know why you did this to me! I want to know why I'm back here!"

He smiled and took a step towards her. His eyes never strayed from their calm. "You have been chosen. We both have. That is all you need to know."

"Chosen for what? Is this a sickness that has infiltrated my body? Is this what happened to Arwen?" She was scared now. Was she destined for death now that she had allowed this to happen?

"Arwen resisted. She had the chance to join me in this greatness, but she would not submit. Arwen died because of her own foolishness." He touched her hair softly, allowing the strands to sift through his fingers. "Your path is different from hers."

She clenched her jaw. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to hold the palantir again. "Why have you done this to me?" she hissed, angry at him and at herself.

His fingers continued to move through her dark locks. "I wanted a companion. I needed one. Those who speak through the palantir have shown me the way to true glory." Aragorn smiled and lowered his tone. "I would not wish to have it without love."

"This is not love. You raped me."

"Aye. How else, though, would I have been able to bring you with me on this journey? You understand now, you see. I can give you pleasure, if you are willing to take. My interest lies in making you happy as long as you continue to serve me." His hand lowered to her shoulder and squeezed.

Why she had not fled the hall yet amazed and confused her. The fear in her lessened as she spoke. In fact, his words of service and darkness struck neither fury nor fright. It was as if she really did understand. Why did that seem alright?

It occured to her that there must have been a beginning to all of this. Somewhere along the line, Aragorn secretly looked into one of those palantirs and was consumed with it. How that happened she had no idea. He was a strong man, one of the strongest. She knew that. The whole of Middle-earth knew that. Still, though, he had fallen. Who spoke through the crystal she did not know. Somehow it did not seem relevant. There was a darkness there, a darkness that was not Sauron. Her heart seemed to break a little as she accepted that. After all Arda had been through, there was still evil to contend with. It spread with a look and a touch and a soft, lulling voice. It had filled Aragorn, and he had killed his own wife because of it.

It was now filling her. She could feel it.

What crimes would she commit without regards to others?

Elrond flashed through her mind and she felt a stab of guilt and sorrow. Part of her was still there - she could feel it. The darkness was thick and alluring, though, quickly encompassing all that she was. Valawen felt too weak to stop it, and a sliver of her being didn't want it to end.

"I want to hold it again," she choked. Tears lined her eyes at her admittance.

"I know." Aragorn slid his hand along her neck and chest, following the trail with his eyes. Valawen closed her own as he cupped a breast and massaged gently. "You will hold it, I promise you that. But first you must do something for me."

She shivered at his touch. Opening her eyes, wiping away the tears, she asked, "What do I have to do?"

His hand left her and migrated to his pants. The sound of him opening the belt and parting the fabric was sharp in her ears. "I take this as proof of your loyalty. Service me."

It was then all of her seemed to die away. Lowering to her knees, Valawen carefully pulled Aragorn's half-ready length from his pants. She edged closer, blinking softly when his warm hand rested upon her head.

"Stroke me," he breathed, meshing his fingers with her hair. She clenched her jaw and moved her hand along his penis, alternating speeds until he was hard. Visions of the rape she had endured just that morning raced through her mind, but she could not pull herself away from this task. It all seemed like it didn't matter, what happened before. All that mattered was what came after this.

His hand tightened in her hair. "Suck it," he ordered, his voice growing tense.

Valawen did as she was told. Placing the tip upon her tongue, she held it firm and licked gently over the head. She could feel Aragorn shudder as he pushed her forward slightly, wanting her to do more. Swallowing the saltiness, she opened her mouth and took him in, closing her lips tightly over the length. The King's groan was loud and pleasured as he held her close. His scent was overwhelming as she set her own pace, smoothing over her tongue along his moist skin.

His grip on her was hard as he began to move his hips, increasing the volume of his moans. "Yesss," he hissed as she took him deep, nearly choking on his length. Valawen pulled back and held the base of his penis as she concentrated on the head, sucking eagerly. It was as if all her inhibitions had melted away. Part of her was enjoying this.

Aragorn began to tense. "Faster," he breathed, forcing her over his hardness again. She took him in her mouth again and allowed him to thrust against her lips as he searched for his release. Gripping his thighs, Valawen waited for the end. It didn't take long, and seconds later he groaned heavily, shoving his hips forward and emptying into her mouth. She choked and pulled back, swallowing and wiping her lips. When she looked up at Aragorn, he was smiling.

He closed his pants and offered a hand, pulling her to her feet. "I'm proud of you, Valawen," he said as though she had just proven herself to him. "You did well."

For some reason she liked hearing that. His expression was sated and content as he cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss. Valawen momentarily hesitated, but soon closed her eyes and opened her mouth to his exploration. His tongue lapped at hers, coaxing her interest.

Whimpering softly, she kissed him back.

Her throat felt tight when he released her lips. "Would you like your reward?" he asked, rubbing her cheeks.

She nodded. Smiling, he took her hand and led her back to his room. Valawen couldn't help but grow tense as she entered the place where he had taken more than just her body. She relaxed, though, when she saw the familiar box sitting upon the bedside table.

He nodded forward. "Go ahead."

Valawen didn't hesitate. Her heart skipped a beat when she lifted the lid and saw the crystal ball. It beckoned her to pick it up, and when she did she felt a spark of warmth move through her body.

"It's so beautiful," she breathed as light pink clouds danced in the orb. Whispers danced through her head, lulling her gently. It was soothing.

Aragorn came up beside her and smiled, looking from the palantir to her face. "Can you hear them?" he asked, his voice a gentle purr, "Do they speak to you?"

She shook her head slowly. "I hear whispers, but I cannot make them out." Swallowing, she moved her gaze to meet his. "Who are they? What are they saying?"

"They are who hide in the shadows of Arda. What they tell are secrets," his fingers traced the crystal gently, turning the palantir a deep blue, "Powerful secrets."

Her abdomen twisted. The voices in her head, even though she could not understand them, still held a high degree of influence. She wanted to know what they were saying to her. She wanted to hear them. "Why can't I hear them?" she asked, blinking sadly. Aragorn allowed his finger to drop from the ball, and the crystal turned pink once again.

"They demand loyalty. Trust. You must prove yourself to them."

"How?" She licked her lips and asked, "What did they ask of you?"

His eyes flickered. "They asked for my silence. When I proved they could trust me, they asked for another." Sighing heavily, he continued, "Arwen would not relent, however. She could not understand. So they asked for proof of my loyalty."

"They asked you to kill Arwen." It frightened her how calm her voice was.

He nodded. "I loved my wife, but I had no other option. The poison was swift."

Valawen frowned and looked at the palantir as she thought about how easily she could go to Elrond and tell him of Aragorn's deceit. All the answers were within her. If only she had the will to release them.

As it was, she found herself more interested in the whispers that filtered into her mind. "What do I need to do?" she asked, "To prove myself?"

Aragorn stepped closer and placed his palm upon the palantir. It swirled white and blue, and the voices in her head grew louder. "A sacrifice," he said, "Prove you have no ties other than I."

Her heart pounded in her chest. She knew what they were asking. She knew what both they and the King wanted. "How?" she breathed, tears lining her eyes.

Moving to a cupboard beside the bed, Aragorn pulled a small phial from one of the drawers. He took the palantir from Valawen and placed the jewelled container in her palm. "The rest is up to you."

She sniffed and watched as he placed the now-golden ball back in its resting place. A cold chill settled over her body as he closed the lid. She clutched the phial tightly as Aragorn approached her. Wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks, he smiled and pulled her into an embrace.

"You are still holding on to what can never be regained," he murmured against her hair. Valawen hesitated before allowing herself to be consumed by his warmth. "Let go, Valawen. Let go and it will become so much easier."

Closing her eyes and nodding against his chest, she answered, "I know. It's just...I'm scared."

"There is nothing to fear. You will understand that once you have proven yourself."

The last sliver of uncertainty was beginning to melt away. Her mind swam with thoughts and voices and her skin burned with Aragorn's touch. She was being drawn into him and there was nothing she could do to stop it. As she inhaled deeply, though, she began to realize that she did not want to stop it.

She felt alive. Somewhere, deep within, a void had been filled. She did understand now, just as Aragorn had told her she would. It had to be this way. There was no other.

A warm hand raked through her hair. Aragorn looked down into her face, fiery lust obvious in his eyes. "Give yourself to me," he hissed, holding her hair tight, "You will prove yourself to them in time. Prove yourself to me now."

Her abdomen fluttered as she met his lips, flicking her tongue against his in a slow, deep kiss. Groaning low in her throat, Valawen closed her eyes and savoured the drowsy, searching kiss. He tasted of primal need, biting at her lips as though she was something to be devoured.

Valawen's skin was flushed when he gently took the phial from her hand and placed it upon the bedside table. "Remove your clothes," he said, stepping back.

She bit her lip and, without looking away, began to disrobe. A fire burned within her body as she watched him regarding her like a man finally gaining a well-deserved treasure. Opening her bodice, she slipped the sleeves from her arms and the garment dropped to the floor. When she stepped out of her undergarments, she was nude before him.

"Touch yourself." Valawen swallowed heavily when Aragorn spoke. His eyes were bright and intense, and she could see that he was beginning to grow with his own desire.

"Where?" she asked, her voice little more than a whisper.

His eyes lowered to her pelvis. "Slip your finger between your legs."

Valawen's heart beat wildly as he watched her brush her hand along her stomach. Adjusting her footing, she pushed past the curls at the vee of her legs and inserted a finger. She stroked leisurely and her breath caught when she noticed how hungrily the King was staring at her.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice tight.

She shuddered under her own touch as her arousal grew. "Good."

He approached her, taking hold of her wrist when she attempted to remove her hand from her warmth. Meeting her gaze, Aragorn covered her hand with his and pushed her finger back inside, then inserted his own. Holding her shoulder to keep her steady, he pressed up inside her body with a rough thrust. Valawen jerked and gasped, grabbing his tunic with her free hand. "And how does that feel?" he asked darkly, using both their fingers to stroke her opening.

Eyes fluttering shut, Valawen had a hard time concentrating. He stabbed upward once again when she didn't answer. "Aragorn," she said weakly, leaning into his body. He repeated his question and she responded, "G-Good," with a shuddering breath.

His hand snaked back into her hair and he gripped hard, pulling her head back until he had easy access to her mouth. He kissed her hard, lapping his tongue in tandem with their hand movements. Valawen whimpered into his mouth as her legs grew weak with feeling.

With a sharp inhale, Aragorn parted from her mouth and slipped his hand from hers, leaving her cold. He grinned broadly at her ragged, flushed appearance. Watching her, he began to remove his own clothing. Valawen bit her lip when he became naked before her and said, "Please me, love." He sat down and laid back on the bed, stretching out and leaning against the headboard as she came forward. "Show me you want this."

Valawen climbed up on the bed, settling between his legs. Without hesitating, she took his erection into her mouth and sucked strongly. Aragorn groaned loudly, closing his eyes and placing a palm on the back of her head. He pushed her down and she took his length, nearly choking when he hit the back of her throat. Pulling up, she slid her tongue along the head of his penis and grasped the base, holding it steady as she ran her tongue along the shaft.

"Fuck," he hissed, looking down at her as she worked. His fingers tangled in her dark hair when her teeth lightly scraped him. "You're eager. I like that." Glancing up, she smiled coyly. He pulled her to a sitting position and cupped her face in his hands. "How do I taste?"

Valawen licked her lips and purred, "Like honey."

Smiling, Aragorn motioned her forward. "Get on me."

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Valawen moved over him and lowered herself onto his lap. Her body consumed his slowly as she took her time enveloping him.

Aragorn's hands rested on her waist. When he was fully immersed in her, he attacked her breasts with fervor, raking his tongue over the centres and biting gently. Valawen arched back as his hands cupped them, squeezing them together.

His soft groans caused pangs of want to stab her abdomen. Her hand found the back of his head as he kissed her breast, sucking the nipple to a point. Without warning, though, he sat back and gripped her hips, jerking her foward over his lap. Valawen's eyes widened as she fell forward.

"Who do you belong to?" he hissed, forcing her back and jerking her foward once again. She groaned out in pained pleasure, holding herself steady by his shoulders. "Tell me!"

"Y-You," she answered, her voice shaking.

Aragorn's mouth found her neck and sucked hard, marking her. He continued pushing her body roughly over his in an effort to increase their pleasure. "I want you to come for me," he breathed, gripping her face with one hand so she'd look at him. "Prove to me your loyalty by giving me what I ask for."

She wasn't sure she would have been able to deny him even if she so wished. Weakly, she nodded and he smiled, pulling her down for a quick kiss before concentrating completely on their act. Valawen's head began to spin as he forced his hips up against hers as he rocked her shaking body over his lap.

It didn't take long. She groaned heavily as he surprised her by jerking her forward three times in succession. Valawen fell against him as she cried out, shuddering her release. His grip on her didn't lessen as he continued to use her body for his own purposes, groaning his climax moments afterward.

Her body burned as she rested against him. Aragorn's breath was ragged and shallow as she pushed herself up. "You have proven yourself to me," he said, brushing the wet hair from her face, "I am proud of you."

A warm flush spread across her features. Leaning forward she captured his mouth with hers and kissed softly. "Do you wish for me to remain?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Your mission has not yet been completed. There is still something you must do."

The familiar tension returned to her body. "Must I go now? Can it not wait?"

His gaze was soft, but his voice betrayed his impatience. "They will not wait, my love. Do it now, and we can be together again soon."

Valawen nodded and climbed off his body. She clothed herself slowly, then took the phial from the table. "What should I do afterwards?"

"Clean up after yourself, then come back to me."

It worried her. She did not want to leave, but Aragorn's gaze was steady and strong. She trusted his judgement. Nodding her agreement, Valawen took a deep breath and left the room. It felt like part of her had been left behind.

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TBC