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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
12,948
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
6
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter seven
Glorfindel sat in his darkened chambers drinking the liquid from his glass. He had found an excellent stock of hard liquor in his Ada’s private study, which was now his, the great Lord of the Golden Flower. As the anger grew he stood and threw the glass shattering it to pieces as it hit against the wall. A small whimper coming from the bed brought his attention back to the elf tied there. The cause of his problems, if it had not been from this thing, his Ada would still be alive. It was entirely his fault and he would pay, and he would pay dearly. Picking up the whip he brought it across the already abused back, earning him the scream he wanted to hear. Walking up to the elf he grabbed the piece of cloth, tying it around the elf’s face gagging him, he said, “as much as I want to hear you scream, we just can not have someone coming to rescue you till you have paid now can we?”
Satisfy that no one would hear him; Glorfindel moved back to his previous stop he brought the whip down again, and again, he continued until his arm started to hurt. Putting the whip back down he went to see the damage he had inflicted on the other. Noticing that the elf had passed out anger once again boiled up inside of him at the thought of the elf not taken his punishment. Grabbing the vile of smelling salts he had gotten from a healer earlier in the week, he woke the elf saying, “You will not get out of your punishment that easily. Anyway we do have to clean those new wounds. We would not want the to get infected now would we.”
Taking the bottle of liquor he had been drinking earlier he pulled the solution on to the battered back, earning him a scream he could hear even with the gag in the elf’s mouth. “You deserve this do you not?” he demanded as he slapped the injured elf across the face.
Erestor closed his eyes as he shook his head. Wishing that he were anywhere but there. The beatings had started not long after Glorfindel’s mother had faded. He knew why he blame him, he had heard the fight between Glorfindel and his Ada about him, he had heard Glorfindel tell his Ada he wished him dead, that he hoped he would not return from the patrol he was headed out on. The day word had reached them of his death Glorfindel had hit him so hard he had flown across the room. Then after his Nana had died too, Glorfindel had changed from the loving, caring elf he had been into what was the elf Erestor had grown to hate with all of his being.
Satisfy that no one would hear him; Glorfindel moved back to his previous stop he brought the whip down again, and again, he continued until his arm started to hurt. Putting the whip back down he went to see the damage he had inflicted on the other. Noticing that the elf had passed out anger once again boiled up inside of him at the thought of the elf not taken his punishment. Grabbing the vile of smelling salts he had gotten from a healer earlier in the week, he woke the elf saying, “You will not get out of your punishment that easily. Anyway we do have to clean those new wounds. We would not want the to get infected now would we.”
Taking the bottle of liquor he had been drinking earlier he pulled the solution on to the battered back, earning him a scream he could hear even with the gag in the elf’s mouth. “You deserve this do you not?” he demanded as he slapped the injured elf across the face.
Erestor closed his eyes as he shook his head. Wishing that he were anywhere but there. The beatings had started not long after Glorfindel’s mother had faded. He knew why he blame him, he had heard the fight between Glorfindel and his Ada about him, he had heard Glorfindel tell his Ada he wished him dead, that he hoped he would not return from the patrol he was headed out on. The day word had reached them of his death Glorfindel had hit him so hard he had flown across the room. Then after his Nana had died too, Glorfindel had changed from the loving, caring elf he had been into what was the elf Erestor had grown to hate with all of his being.