Taelin's Story

Author’s Notes: Sorry it’s taken me so long to update. It seems my muses only descend upon me when I suffer some unfair treatment at home. Believe it or not, this whole chapter was written in one sitting. Go me! As always, reviews welcome! Please!

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The evening seemed darker this night, though why, Taelin knew not. His thoughts kept straying back to the woman he loved. Daela. She had been kept from him for over a week now, and he was in a state of constant concern for her well-being. There was no way for him to learn of her health, no one for him to ask. He even considered provoking some of the men into tormenting him, in hopes that they might let slip some information. Anything.

The elf lay there, on the cold stone floor, longing to taste freedom once more. Every once in a while a soft breeze would flow teasingly over his naked flesh. Just enough to make him long for the smell of a forest, once more. If only he could gaze at the stars, but even that joy had been taken from him over the past few years.

Three years. His mind tried to accept that. Three years. Three years since he smelled a forest, three years since he felt the wind in his face, three years since he tasted fresh water from a stream. Three years since his parents had died. How much could change in three years.

He was about to become a father once more, though he knew he would never see the child, again. This time, there had been no love involved. Daela and he had been forced upon each other. For nights they had suffered. Daela tied to the filthy bed, with a knife held to her throat, while Taelin was forced to take her, to fill her with his seed. It was the worst torture they had both had to suffere ele elf would rather have suffered endless nights of lashings than to force himself upon his love. He felt dirty for it, tainted. They had forced him to become no better than they, a rapist.

Taelin curled up upon himself, holding his knees to his chest and gave in to his tears. It was the only thing he had that was his own, anymore. The pain. Everything else had been stripped from him, taken harshly or brutally. The pain, however, was his own. He knew he should let it go, release it with the tears that all too often flowed down his face when he was left alone, but he couldn’t. He feared if he let the pain go, he would let the memories go. His parents. Daela. His child.

Instead, the elf curled tighter around himself, rocking softly on the harsh stone floor. His only comfort, the small sobs emanating from his own chest. Death would not come he knew this now. How many times had he longed to hear Mandos call, only to be denied that release? Even the Valar had abandoned him.

Listening to himself cry, Taelin didn’t hear the quiet snick of the door being opened. The pain in his heart so great that he didn’t notice the man who had entered the room. That is until the drunken man tripped over the uneven floor and landed with a curse and a thud.

Taelin’s eyes flew up, filling with fear. He knew why Sneak would come to him in the middle of the night and in such a state. There would be no escaping it, that he also knew. The only option left to the elf was to bare whatever was to come. To let the man use his body, torture him, beat him, whatever would satisfy his evil lust, before leaving the elf to recover for the next time.

“Get up, elf!” Sneak slurred in his drunkenness. “Good. Now, on the bed. MOVE!”

Taelin could feel himself begin to tremble and knew that he had flinched when Sneak raised his voice. He hated himself for it. For showing his weakness, his fear. Laying face down on the bed, he awaited whatever would come next.

“No, my pretty elf. Turn over. I wish to see your face, those beautiful eyes of yours whilst I take you.” Sneak’s lust filled voice sounded near the elf’s ear as a filthy finger ran slowly down his back.

A shudder ran through him, but Taelin complied. Rolling over, he lay with his hands by his sides and his legs outstretched. The blue eyes gazed blankly at the ceiling, hoping he would not be forced to look at the man about to claim him. The jingle of keys brought him back to his senses and the elf’s eyes grew wide as he felt Sneak reach for the manacles on his ankles. A moment later, cool air flowed over the open sores the cold metal had caused on Taelin’s pale skin.

“You’ll behave yourself, right elf? For you know the consequences should you try anything.” Sneak spoke softly, which filled Taelin with a sense of dread. No one spoke softly to him, no one thought of his comfort, so why, now, was Sneak doing this?

The hair stood on the back of Taelin’s neck as he felt Sneak’s breath hot on his throat. The velvet tongue sliding up his ear and curling around the tip. A shudder ran through the elf’s body. These men knew all his secret places, by now, every spot that caused the elf’s body to react against his will. Taelin felt the hot tears roll down his cheeks as the all too familiar tightening filled his groin.

“I want your arms around me, elf. I want your legs ‘round my waist, and your arms ‘round my chest. I want you to cling to me as though your very life depends on it.” Sneak whispered into the pointed ear while a cruel smile grew on his face. The drunken man then released the elf’s wrists, ignoring the hiss of pain that escaped Taelin’s lips.

Taelin forced himself to lay still. He was free. For the first time in three years, he was not chained, though his wrists and ankles ached from the wounds they bore. The only problem he faced was his lack of strength to fight now. Freedom was so close, and yet still so far away!

Sneak undressed himself clumsily, and crawled overtop of the already naked elf. Licking a slow trail down the smooth, lean chest, down to the navel. The drunken man pulled Taelin into a sitting position, taking one of the long slender hands and curling the fingers around his own hardening arousal.

“You know what to do, elf.” Sneak urged, panting slightly from the stimulation.

Swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat, Taelin began to gently stroke the man’s swelling member. It was revolting to him, but he knew things would only get worse should he refuse. Over the years, he had gotten quite good at doing this, having been forced to do so almost nightly. Closing his eyes, he could almost detach himself from what he was doing, letting his mind wander somewhere between sleep and reality.

His eyes flew open once more, when he felt Sneak’s hand on the back of his head, guiding it down towards the now prominent erection. Taelin began to tremble fiercely, but forced himself to do what was being asked. Lowering his head, and opening his mouth, he took the head of the member into his mouth. Gently sucking and attempting to control his own gag reflex.

Sneak closed his eyes, hands still tangled in the blonde hair of the elf before him. A ragged sigh escaped his lips and he began to pant softly. It had been far too long since the little man had last been pleasured in such a way. He knew, deep down, that he would not last long. The pressure was already building within his groin, and so he pushed the elf away slightly, commanding him to lie down once more.

Taelin knew he was trembling, but had no strength or will to stop it. His own arousal standing proud, and disgusting him. He bit his lip as Sneak moved between his legs and pushed his knees up. The elf obeyed when commanded to link his ankles behind the man’s waist. Grabbing hold of the mattress, Taelin prepared himself for what was to come.

All too soon, he was filled with the searing hot pain and the feeling he would split in two. No matter how many times he suffered this, it never got any easier. Hot tears spilled down his cheeks once more, as his already battered body was driven into repeatedly. Sneak seemed lost to the world, his head thrown back, and arms beginning to tremble from the exertion. Taelin gasped when one of the man’s filthy hands snaked between their bodies and grasped his arousal. Sneak began stroking clumsily, in his drunken state, attempting to keep pace with his own thrusts.

“Ah! Cry out little elf! Scream with pleasure for me! Just for tonight, you belong to me!” Sneak panted as he continued at his awkward drunken pace.

Taelin closed his eyes once more, refusing to give in to his screams. He could feel his own climax building within his groin, and moved his hips slightly attempting to speed things up. Giving in as the waves of pleasure began to wash over him, Taelin cried out in climax, feeling the usual stickiness hitting his stomach. Sneak cried out shortly afterwards, spilling his burning seed into Taelin’s already abused channel.

To the elf’s amazement, Sneak then collapsed upon him and didn’t move. Taelin listened for a minute as the man’s breathing became slow and even. He almost couldn’t breathe for joy. He was free!

Taelin rolled the sleeping man carefully off him, and got to his feet. Thinking quickly, he closed one of the manacles over Sneak’sst ast and threw the keys out the small slit of a window. Grabbing Sneak’s discarded clothing, Taelin dressed himself for the first time in three years.

Sneak was far smaller in height than the elf, and so his clothes looked odd. The breeches rising nearly to his knees, and the sleeves of the tunic far too short as well. Taelin was glad Sneak usually wore a belt, for years of malnutrition had caused him to be barely more than skin and bones. Slipping the boots on quickly, having had to slit the toes to make room for his larger feet, Taelin walked to the door.

He pressed his ear to the wood, listening as hard as he could for any noise on the other side. All was silent, and so he opened the door slowly and peered out. The next room was small and held little more than a table and three chairs, and a tiny fire that had burnt down to nearly nothing.

Knife still in hand, Taelin walked silently through the room, trusting his instincts to show him the way out. He came to a small staircase, and descended quickly. There was a door straight ahead, and the elf’s heart near jumped into his chest. He was so close! Crossing to the door, he pulled it open and let out a little gasp.

The cool breeze blew softly over Taelin’s face, causing tears to spring to his eyes. He quickly ran from the house, marveling at the feeling of freedom after so long. The stars shone brightly above him, lighting his way. He ran and ran, but started to feel he was going in circles. He had never seen this village before, and it seemed full of dark alley’s that lead to nowhere. He couldn’t seem to get free of the houses, and fear began to grip his heart. What if one of the men or worse yet, Master, were to step from one of those houses?

That thought only served to quicken his already frantic pace, and the elf broke into a run. Darting around corners, hair flying wildly behind him. He had to get free, to find the way out of the village before he was caught again. He would come back for Daela the following night, for he could not abandon her to the clutches of those men. Taelin began to form a plan in his head. He would run to the border of ‘Lorien, and there ask the help of some of the guards. Surely once they knew of his torment, they would come to his aid, and help him free Daela. They would believe him they had to. His mind was so occupied on forming the plan that the elf did not notice that he had run into a dark alley once more. The dead end loomed up before him, causing him to stop and turn.

Doubling back on himself, Taelin had crossed half of the length of the alley when a door opened to one side, causing him to freeze in terror. There was no escape for him, and his heart began to race as a large man positioned himself in the mouth of the alley.

“Just where to ye think yer going?” Master boomed in a slightly amused though angry tone.