Blame Me Not
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,495
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Peace at Last
I’m sorry for the delay, been having a lot of problems. Well, here we go.
I know I originally planned on 30 plus chapters, but I decided to finish it here. I’m planning on taking a long break, and hopefully coming back with an excellent story. Thank you to everyone who has revi, an, and I hope that this works as a good story in your eyes. I know it’s not the best, and I know that I could do a lot better, but this is what I can do at the moment, and I hope you enjoyed it. And I hope that you all enjoy the ending.
Once again, thank you to all my reviewers, you all mean alot to me.
Blame Me Not
Ch.7- Peace at last
Not many would understand why I broke. But everything hurt so much. And every word they spoke was a knife to the gut, because I always believed it. Everything word was another hit, and everything fell apart. Life left my heart, and the only desire left was to be alive and loved. But it could never happen. Everything was gone. It didn’t matter how many times I was hit, or raped. All that mattered was that there was nothing. No one would ever hold me in their arms until life fell into place, no one would sing me to sleep or just hold me.
Nothing. That was it. Nothing in Arda held me there.
Even now after I had broke, they remained. Though I was no longer hit, and I was forced to be with them at all times, it felt like they still beat me. All they had to do was ignore me, and I could feel the fist meeting flesh. At dinner, I was forced to sit between them, and listen to their conversations as they continued to speak. As if they thought I was dead. I might as well have been. Because there was no one there for me. Every visitor that came to the palace looked down on me, even other kings and queens. Maybe that was all that I was. Some worthless whore whose life was that that could never be healed.
And everything fell apart.
What once was there was lost. A soul that no being would morn. And I allowed myself to fade, to lose all that was near. No one saw me fade. No one knew. No one would know. In the darkness of the night, I allowed myself to leave Arda, and forget all the pain. To leave behind what I hated.
And the gates of Mando opened, and I could see the peace and happiness of those that had gone before me. And I was happy. I saw my mother, the only one that had ever loved me. I rant o her, and we embraced, allowing myself to live, and to be happy for the first time in my entire life.
THE END
I know I originally planned on 30 plus chapters, but I decided to finish it here. I’m planning on taking a long break, and hopefully coming back with an excellent story. Thank you to everyone who has revi, an, and I hope that this works as a good story in your eyes. I know it’s not the best, and I know that I could do a lot better, but this is what I can do at the moment, and I hope you enjoyed it. And I hope that you all enjoy the ending.
Once again, thank you to all my reviewers, you all mean alot to me.
Blame Me Not
Ch.7- Peace at last
Not many would understand why I broke. But everything hurt so much. And every word they spoke was a knife to the gut, because I always believed it. Everything word was another hit, and everything fell apart. Life left my heart, and the only desire left was to be alive and loved. But it could never happen. Everything was gone. It didn’t matter how many times I was hit, or raped. All that mattered was that there was nothing. No one would ever hold me in their arms until life fell into place, no one would sing me to sleep or just hold me.
Nothing. That was it. Nothing in Arda held me there.
Even now after I had broke, they remained. Though I was no longer hit, and I was forced to be with them at all times, it felt like they still beat me. All they had to do was ignore me, and I could feel the fist meeting flesh. At dinner, I was forced to sit between them, and listen to their conversations as they continued to speak. As if they thought I was dead. I might as well have been. Because there was no one there for me. Every visitor that came to the palace looked down on me, even other kings and queens. Maybe that was all that I was. Some worthless whore whose life was that that could never be healed.
And everything fell apart.
What once was there was lost. A soul that no being would morn. And I allowed myself to fade, to lose all that was near. No one saw me fade. No one knew. No one would know. In the darkness of the night, I allowed myself to leave Arda, and forget all the pain. To leave behind what I hated.
And the gates of Mando opened, and I could see the peace and happiness of those that had gone before me. And I was happy. I saw my mother, the only one that had ever loved me. I rant o her, and we embraced, allowing myself to live, and to be happy for the first time in my entire life.
THE END