In the Middle of Middle-Earth

In the Middle of Middle-Earth

Chapter 8

Author: Frosty the Glo-Worm
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Legolas, Boromir, Aragorn, Faramir, Elrond, Eowyn, Elros, Haldir, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: Has evil come to the elves of Lorien? Can Legolas get control over his sister? Is Boromir not the coolest thing ever?!? R&R!
Author's Notes: Taking extreme creative license here: Aragorn and Arwen are married. Faramir and Eowyn are not together. Boromir is alive. Haldir is alive. All the hobbits are alive and well. Takes place after the defeat of Sauron. More notes as I think of them.
Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine! Who knew?!

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Elrond paced the hall, hands clasped behind his back. He knew Arwen and Eowyn were watching him wearily, but he didn't care. He was furious.

He could understand Legolas thinking it would be a good idea to go after his sister himself, but the fact that Boromir, Faramir, and Aragorn went with made him shudder in anger.

Clenching his hands, he made his way up the hall, and back down, shaking his head and mumbling. They had been gone for over a day now, and would most likely soon be entering Lothlorien. He cringed at his thoughts of what could happen because of their foolish rescue mission.

He stopped suddenly and glared at the two women sitting at the far end of the room. Arwen seemed almost as angry as he was, but she had barely spoken about it. Eowyn, on the other hand, looked very worried.

He opened his mouth to speak when a page came running into the hall. "Elrond, master!" he called, trying to catch his breath, "There is a servant here from Lothlorien!"

Elrond's eyes widened as he rushed past the page and out of the hall, followed closely by Arwen and Eowyn. They hurried out to the gates, and Elrond's heart dropped when he saw the lone elf.

The Lothlorien elf looked as though he had been sent to his death. "I bring you the ransom price for your girl," he said, his voice a bothered tone.

Elrond frowned. "There is only one of you?" he asked, seemingly concerned. Eowyn didn't know what to make of it, but Arwen looked paler than usual, too.

The elf raised an eyebrow. "Do you see any others?" he asked, crossing his arms. Sighing, he continued, "The bargain is Rivendell for the girl. Take it or leave it."

"Rivendell?" repeated Arwen, knitting her brows, "Is this a joke?"

"Don't be stupid," spat the elf, "Do you think I would risk my life for a joke?" He turned back to Elrond, who looked mortified, "Well, what's it going to be?"

Elrond nodded to two elves standing behind the one from Lothlorien. They grabbed him, and held tight. "Take him to a room and post a guard," he said, and as they dragged away the yelling elf, Elrond turned to the women. "They are not willing to bargain," he said, his eyes downcast.

Eowyn looked from Elrond to Arwen, and back again. "You aren't even going to try?" she asked, her voice weak. "What about Valawen?"

At her name, Elrond looked up. His gaze was steely. "Lothlorien would not send just one elf to deliver a ransom request," he said, "They had no intention of bargaining." He paused, then added, "They're going to attack."

Eowyn looked desperate. "What?" she breathed, "How do you know? How are we supposed to help Valawen?"

He seemed to make the decision at that very second. "I'm going to Lothlorien," he said, beginning a quick gait to the stables, "Both of you should stay and take care of Rivendell."

Arwen and Eowyn ran to catch up. "You can't go alone, Father," she said, "Take guards with you." She looked very worried, and Eowyn could truly understand why.

Elrond shook his head. "They will be expecting that. Hopefully I can catch up with Aragorn and the others, and help them." He looked at Arwen. "You need to keep Rivendell safe. Promise me."

Arwen bit her lip and hesitated, but nodded at his pleading stare. Eowyn made a split-second decision. "I'm going with you," she said, mounting a horse.

Elrond turned on her. "I do not ask you to accompany me," he said.

"I'm not asking," she answered, "I'm telling you, I am going with you." Elrond considered this, then nodded, and mounted his own steed. With a quick goodbye to Arwen, they both made their way out of Rivendell.

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Legolas curled his lip in extreme annoyance at the appearance of Orcs. They had come out of nowhere, dropped down on them like rain from the sky, and there were a lot of them. He nailed seven of them before getting knocked over the head by a big rock. That just made him even angrier.

Boromir looked to be having a good time. It had been hours of non-stop bickering between Aragorn and Legolas, and the two of them had fried his nerves. He was about ready to strangle the both of them the the Orcs had appeared and saved him from murdering his friends. He felt nothing but relief when stabbing and killing the monstrous bastards.

Aragorn and Faramir took care of a good amount of the Orcs, and Legolas squinted in balefullness, cursing the rotten luck that allowed Aragorn to get through the battle with his head still firmly attached to his body.

By now they were many hours behind schedule, and while Boromir sat back and enjoyed the afterglow of battle, Legolas paced miserably. "We need to keep moving," he implored, "I will kill you all if we are too late!"

Faramir looked a little concerned at that, but the other two barely acknowledged the elf. "Legolas, relax," said Boromir as he chewed on some weed, "We just need to wind down before continuing."

Legolas cast him a look like he was pond scum, and resumed his pacing. He paused several minutes into it, though, when he heard the sound of horse hooves. "Someone's coming," he hissed, and the four of them dived for cover. They watched as two steeds became visible through the thick brush. Each one glared at the two riders, but none spoke until Faramir squinted in the direction of the girl. "Eowyn?" he called. Legolas slapped him upside the head.

Eowyn and Elrond stopped, and she smiled as the four of them crawled out from under the thick brush. "Faramir," she said, grateful to see them, "Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, I'm so happy to see you." She dismounted and went to hug each. Boromir and Legolas looked faintly annoyed.

Elrond glared daggers at Legolas. "We will talk about what you have all done later," he said, looking at each one with anger in his eyes, "But right now we must reach Lothlorien. The page that reached Rivendell has confirmed my fears. I fear for Valawen's safety."

They each mounted their horses. "How did you get here so quickly?" asked Boromir as the began, "We saw the page over a day ago."

Elrond clenched his jaw. "I have many resources, Boromir, some of which are not meant for the knowledge of men." Boromir contorted his face in a look of indignation but said nothing.

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Elros stood outside the door of Haldir's house, glaring at it, thinking of what was inside. In the meeting Celeborn had declared the elf girl useless, and ordered her termination. He didn't trust Elros to do it properly, so Haldir was given the order. Fortunately, Haldir met with an bit of an...obstacle...on his way home.

The dark elf grinned to himself and nudged the door open. If nothing else, he was at least going to get one more time with the girl.

Walking in, he surveyed the dim room. She wasn't there. Closing the door softly behind him, he began to venture through the house. His eyes narrowed when he found her in the bedroom, her still form moving with the breath of sleep.

He walked close to where she lay and stood staring, his eyes travelling over her body as she slept. Her dress was wrinkled and worn and her hands clenched the fabric tightly, as though she was holding onto it as a lifeline. Kneeling down, he brought his face in close, his eyes grazing over her features. He inhaled gently, and inched his fingers over her hair.

She woke slowly and softly, but when her eyes opened she gasped and jerked back, her eyes wide with fear. Pure fear. He only watched her as she inched back on the bed and breathed heavily, mouth open, obviously expecting him to do something.

He smiled gently and stood up. "Valawen," he said, his voice silky, "There's no need to be frightened." He held out a hand, and nodded for her to take it. "I'm here to help you."

She frowned and looked at him warily. "What do you want?" she breathed, glancing to his outstreched hand but making no move for it.

His smile didn't fade. "They're coming to kill you," he said, and she blanched, "I will take you away, if you allow it."

Valawen glanced at the door, then back at Elros. Tears began to form in her eyes. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" she breathed, actually considering going with him. If Haldir was on his way to kill her, she knew he'd do it without hesitating.

Elros shrugged. "You don't," he replied, "But do you want to take that chance?" At her unwillingless to take his hand, he spoke again, "My diversion for Haldir will not last long. I imagine he'll be quite angry by the time he gets here."

Her breathing slowed, but she still did not move for him. "Why are you helping me?" she asked, afraid of the answer. She knew the answer. Her fate, it seemed, was either death or rape. Which one was worse, she couldn't decide.

Elros' eyes momentarily shadowed. "I care for you, Valawen," he said, gazing down on "I "I would hate to see you die."

Valawen shook violently, torn between the two options before her. Haldir would kill her, she knew that, but would he rape her again first? She shuddered as she recalled how viciously he had treated her. Blinking up at Elros, she thought back to how he had assaulted her. Maybe he would be gentle with her again. Maybe...maybe he would let her go afterwards.

Pushing with all the strength left in her, she reached for Elros' hand and ped ped it as he pulled her off the bed. "Good girl," he said, touching her face briefly, before leading her out the door.

The evening was warm as they walked through the forest, to a house on the outskirts of Lothlorien. Valawen noticed that they didn't run into any elves on the way; the worried part of her assumed they were all getting ready to attack Rivendell.

She breathed heavily as Elros led her into the bedroom of the house. She knew this had been coming. A part of her began to regret having made this decision. Was rape, no matter how gentle, really worth going through? Even for her life?

Elros smiled and rubbed a thumb over her hand. He looked her over appreciatively. "We won't be here long," he said, his eyes dark, "Afterwards, I'll take you somewhere safe."

Tears lined her eyes. She couldn't help but plead with him. "He hurt me so bad, please, don't do this to me," she said, hoping that he would have mercy on her, "Not now."

He looked momentarily confused, and the rubbing on her hand stopped abruptly. "Hurt you?" he said, his eyes narrowing. Then realization quickly hit him. "Haldir?" he snarled, tightening his hold on her hand. She whimpered and tried to pull away. "Haldir touched you?"

She didn't know what to say, didn't know he would react so violently. She only nodded as tears fell down her face. She kept trying to pull her hand out of his grasp.

He let go of her and stepped back, glaring at something unseen. She watched as his breathing deepened. "I should have killed him," he whispered to himself, his voice heavy. Looking back at Valawen, he tried to soften his expression. A devilish smile crossed his face. "Haldir doesn't know how to make a woman feel anything but pain," he said, approaching her. Valawen backed against the wall. "I promise you, my dear," he said, placing a finger on her chin, "I will make you feel something else."

She trembled, feeling weak throughout her entire body. It was no use. He was going to use her no matter what she said. She stood silently, feeling the need to give in to whatever he did. Just let him take what he wanted. She was just to tired to fight back.

His finger traced her chin and slid down her neck to her dress. "I can make you feel better," he said, his voice husky, as he began to unbutton her top, "I can make you want to be touched."

She tried to block out his voice, but the silence in the room made everything he said, every move he made, stand out in severity. She closed her eyes as she felt the clothing around her loosen, and heard her dress fall to the floor.

A cold shiver ran over her body as Elros gently massaged her skin, running his warm hands down her arms, along her sides, and up her back. "You're trembling," he said, massaging circles on her shoulders, "You don't have to be frightened."

She stiffened as she felt his breath on her face. "Open your eyes, Valawen," he said, and she complied submissively. He gazed at her, but she only looked downward. There were a few quiet moments before Elros again took her hand, but this time led her to the bed.

She sat down, fully prepared to do as he wished. She only prayed that it would be soft and quick. Tears streamed down her face as he sat down beside her and wiped them away. Rubbing gently, he tipped her head upwards to face him. "I want you to kiss me," he said, and she blinked, not understanding.

"What?" she breathed, her mind numb. He smiled and continued his rhythmic stroking.

"Kiss me," he repeated, "I want you to kiss me like nothing else matters."

Valawen swallowed heavily. Nothing was beginning to matter anymore, and she wondered why she shouldn't just give in. But doing that, consenting to something so demeaning, it made her stomach turn. "I can't," she managed, as all theatheath seemed to leave her lungs.

Elros' rubbing slowed, and she noticed his eyes become infinitely more serious. "Haldir is nothing compared to me, Valawen," he said, anger flashing in his eyes. She froze. "Do you really want to upset me?"

She pulled her eyes from his and looked downward. "No," she breathed, suddenly very afraid of him. The fury that marred his expression was more frightening than Haldir's cold indifference. Tensing, she completely regretted having gone along with this.

His eyes became soft again, and it petrified her how quickly he could switch moods. "Then kiss me," he said again, and Valawen shuddered out a weak breath.

She willed up all the courage within and rose to meet his lips, pressing hers gently along his. Elros' hands ran up into her hair and held her head still as he parted her lips with his tongue and sent it through. She closed her eyes and whimpered as he sucked softly at her mouth.

Parting, he bhed hed a tender sigh. "Beautiful," he whispered, staring into her hooded eyes. He was constantly looking into her depths, never breaking his gaze. It disturbed her how forward he was.

He leaned in and kissed her again, seemingly unconcerned that she just allowed it but did not encourage it. His hands travelled down her now-warm body and grasped her breasts, massaging soothingly. At his imposing presence, she leaned back on her hands and inadvertantly arched into his grip. He pinched her delicately, and she moaned into his searching mouth.

He pulled away from her lips and let his hands drop to her thighs. Smiling, he hauled her legs up onto the bed and pressed her down. She steadied her breathing as she laid down, and her body tensed in expectation.

She didn't watch as he disrobed, but she could hear him. Each piece of clothing dropped with a soft thump that sounded like gunshots in her ears. She jumped at every one.

Valawen stared at the ceiling as Elros climbed over her, his naked body pressing along the length of hers. She winced as his hands pressed along her hips, where Haldir had put bruises.

"Do you want to please me?" Elros asked, running his hands along her body. She didn't think there was any place he hadn't touched.

Blinking softly, she nodded. What else could she do but become submissive? She resigned herself to what was going to happen.

"Good," he breathed, his fingers now touching her breasts again, "It would please me, Valawen, to see you come."

Valawen couldn't help but bury her face in her hands and bite down a sob. She breathed quickly against her palms, feeling herself become dizzy. Strong hands pulled hers apart and held them at her sides. "I thought you wanted to please me," he said, holding her down. She stared at the ceiling and cried.

"No matter," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance. He let her hands go and kissed her lips briefly before trailing his mouth down her body. Valawen continued to cry soundlessly, grasping at the sheets, as Elros' mouth travelled to her breast and began to suck gently. His hand kneaded the other, and his touch was like a hot current in the otherwise chilled room.

Valawen bit her lip and ran a hand through her sweat-soaked hair. His breath moistened her skin as he pulled from her breasts and continued down her abdomen, kissing and touching her all the way down. She unconsciously bent her knees as he sent his tongue along her pelvis and stroked her inner thighs.

Covering her face with her hands and pressing firmly, she brought her arms over her breasts and pulled inward, trying to block out all the light and cover what she could. She rocked gently, her breath harsh under her hands, as Elros dropped his face downward and kissed deeply inside her.

She gasped sharply as he sucked on her, holding her legs apart firmly. Her hips rolled back as her hands uncovered her face and flew back to the sheets, gripping them violently. Her breathing ragged, she tried concentrating on something other than how he moved his tongue around, but found it difficult to even think. A tension spread across her belly as he continued his deep kissing, occasionally groaning into her.

His tongue flicked repeatedly, and Valawen whimpered in response. She could feel the tension rising up her body and descending down her legs. She held herself stiff, wishing he would just fuck her and be done with it.

After several minutes, Elros released the pressure on Valawen and sat up to look at her. She was breathing heavily, and he smirked. Relieved to have him not touching her anymore, Valawen closed her eyes, feeling the tension in her body lessen.

"You're beautiful when you fight it," said Elros, laying beside her and rubbing her cheek. Valawen blushed and looked away from him. "Do you want more?" he asked, trailing a finger along her chest and abdomen.

She fidgeted at the ticklish feeling. Refusing to answer, Valawen kept her gaze from his and concentrated on breathing normally. She felt so tired.

Elros laid a palm on her stomach. The heat felt good on her tense stomach muscles. "I want you to tell me you want more," he whispered into her ear.

She bit her lip and fluttered her eyelids, trying in vain to stop from crying again. She wanted him to stop talking, to just take his pleasure and end her torture. But he wouldn't give in.

"Say it, Valawen," he said, his voice low and husky, his breath hot against her neck, "Say it for me."

A soft whimper came from her lips. He wasn't going to leave her alone until she said what he wanted. So Valawen closed her eyes tight and whispered the words, "I want more."

She could barely hear herself say them, but Elros did. "That's a good girl," he said, crawling over her and leaning in to her lips. He kissed her gently, and Valawen opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling in expectation.

Elros' legs parted hers, and he slowly pushed himself inside her, teasing himself with the pace. A low groan escaped his lips as he rested his forehead against her shoulder. Valawen bit her lip to keep from uttering a sound.

She winced as he slid in as far as he could. One of his hands roamed down her side and to her hip as he leaned on the other to support himself. He skimmed his hand beneath her thigh and pulled her leg up to allow himself better access. Valawen inhaled sharply as he began a steady rhythm and rested his arm along hers.

With each of his movements forward, Valawen's leg came with. The muscles in her thigh began to throb in pain from the jerking and a few tears escaped her eyes. Her body burned as he moved. "Shhhhh, don't cry," breathed Elros as he raised his face to hers, "It won't hurt for long."

She couldn't help but release a gentle sob as Elros lowered his face to her neck and sucked softly. His rocking became more fervent with every second that passed. Groaning heavily into her shoulder, his pace quickened and Valawen registered his release when he allowed her leg to drop back to the bed.

He laid on top of her, his breathing brisk and hot. Valawen trembled as exhaustion overcame her. She didn't care if he didn't move or not, she just wanted to sleep and not feel a thing.

Elros pulled from her and rested his body beside hers. Licking his lips, he laid his head on the pillow and wrapped his arm around her abdomen. "I'm proud of you," he said, rubbing gentle circles on her skin, "You did well."

Valawen swallowed and closed her eyes, trying to block the feeling of his skin on hers, of his breath along her ear. Her head was heavy with shadows and exhaustion, and it wasn't long before she fell into a fitful sleep.

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TBC