Strong Bonds to Strong Wills
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,795
Reviews:
11
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.
Continued Distress (also disturbing)
~ Sorry everyone for doing that. I told you that you could skip those chapters if you didn’t want to read something like that. =P
I have decided. I’ve seen many L/A, L/E, and L/H, so I chose to make this an L/Elrohir, not only because we’ve seen an overabundance of fics about the other pairings, but also because of how each character is. Elrond will be way too old for Legolas in this story. Aragorn is just a man (he can have his Arwen, anyway), and I don’t think Thranduil will approve of that. Haldir I personally don’t think is really good looking. Sorry Haldir fans!! I liked him in the movie, but not his looks. So, this story will be an L/Elr. In my story, Thranduil and Elrond get along. =)
Chapter 7: Continued distress
Legolas squeezed her eyes shut as Horax pulled the skirt of her dress back down her legs and Liand untied her wrists. Horax was the last of them to force himself upon her, and Legolas refused to look at any of them.
Not only her insides hurt, but her wrists hurt from yanking on her bonds in desperation. That would surely leave bruise rings around her wrists. Her stomach cramped painfully, and she felt that her tears would never stop. She could feel something warm trickle down from her womanhood. It was blood mixed with what the men deposited into her.
Liand smiled and looked down at her, studying her face. Her face was flushed from enduring five rounds of sex, and her cheeks were tear-stained and wet from the tears that continued to flow. Even in her disheveled state she was beautiful.
“Rest, my little princess,” Liand said softly. “You’ll need it.”
Laughing, Liand followed his companions out the room, closing and locking the door from the outside behind him.
Legolas let the tears flow freely as she tried to hold them back when the savages were present. She didn’t move for a long time, hoping that the pain will eventually go away. Her breath hitched, and she cried her heart out. She moved to curl up, but gasped when the pain came back. Her insides hurt so much she was not able to even close her legs.
When the pain receded, Legolas sluggishly rolled over to her side. She slowly drew her legs together and drew her knees to her chest. Burying her face into her arms, she wailed.
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No one wanted to touch Illiphir at first, afraid that they will only worsen the situation. Illiphir’s screams subsided, and he lay on the ground gasping for air.
“Illiphir,” Thranduil said, kneeling down beside his second youngest.
“I-I’m fine, father,” Illiphir said as he struggled to his feet. “But what I felt, it... I have never felt any kind of pain like that in my whole life.”
“It’s Legolas!” Darion cried. “I know it is! She is hurt - we must make haste!”
“The forest is getting dark, Darion,” Melenor said. “Even if we wanted to continue, we cannot. We will not be able to search for Legolas in the dark.”
“Melenor is correct, my son,” Thranduil confirmed sadly. “We have to camp here for the night, then continue on first thing when the sun comes out.”
Illiphir gazed out to the dark horizon of the forest, his face set with determination. “Be strong, my little leaf,” he whispered. “We are coming.”
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She must have fallen asleep, because she was awoken by the sound of the bedroom door unlocking and slowly opening. She sat upright and scrambled backwards on the bed, trying to distance herself from the door as possible. Was it Liand? Is he coming back for more? But she wasn’t ready yet. She was not sure she will be able to handle another round.
The door opened wider and Menothil in in with a tray. He set the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and left the room without another word, locking the bedroom door behind him. Legolas stared at the door, puzzled. She thought he was back for her. Looking over at the tray, she saw a bread roll and some steamed green beans on a plate with a glass of water next to it.
She slowly reached out and took the bread roll. Breaking off a small piece, she put it in her mouth and chewed. She raised an eyebrow in astonishment. The bread was actually good, in her opinion. Crusty on the outside and soft in the inside so it would melt in your mouth, the bread was spiced with herbs and diced onions. Finishing the bread drindrinking the water, she laid back down on the bed and stared at up at the ceiling.
She was afraid of going to sleep. She was afraid that she would wake up dead, or wake up under the heavy weight of the men’s bodies on her. A tear fell down her cheek as she thought about her father and her siblings. She did not know how Kuellen fared, and she did not know how serious the arrow wound was. She hoped he was okay, but she truly did not know for sure. Her father must be worried sick by now, and worse yet, no one had any idea where she might be. It may be a while before someone finds her, and she does not think she can live here for another day.
Sighing, her eyes glazed over and she fell asleep.
I have decided. I’ve seen many L/A, L/E, and L/H, so I chose to make this an L/Elrohir, not only because we’ve seen an overabundance of fics about the other pairings, but also because of how each character is. Elrond will be way too old for Legolas in this story. Aragorn is just a man (he can have his Arwen, anyway), and I don’t think Thranduil will approve of that. Haldir I personally don’t think is really good looking. Sorry Haldir fans!! I liked him in the movie, but not his looks. So, this story will be an L/Elr. In my story, Thranduil and Elrond get along. =)
Chapter 7: Continued distress
Legolas squeezed her eyes shut as Horax pulled the skirt of her dress back down her legs and Liand untied her wrists. Horax was the last of them to force himself upon her, and Legolas refused to look at any of them.
Not only her insides hurt, but her wrists hurt from yanking on her bonds in desperation. That would surely leave bruise rings around her wrists. Her stomach cramped painfully, and she felt that her tears would never stop. She could feel something warm trickle down from her womanhood. It was blood mixed with what the men deposited into her.
Liand smiled and looked down at her, studying her face. Her face was flushed from enduring five rounds of sex, and her cheeks were tear-stained and wet from the tears that continued to flow. Even in her disheveled state she was beautiful.
“Rest, my little princess,” Liand said softly. “You’ll need it.”
Laughing, Liand followed his companions out the room, closing and locking the door from the outside behind him.
Legolas let the tears flow freely as she tried to hold them back when the savages were present. She didn’t move for a long time, hoping that the pain will eventually go away. Her breath hitched, and she cried her heart out. She moved to curl up, but gasped when the pain came back. Her insides hurt so much she was not able to even close her legs.
When the pain receded, Legolas sluggishly rolled over to her side. She slowly drew her legs together and drew her knees to her chest. Burying her face into her arms, she wailed.
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
No one wanted to touch Illiphir at first, afraid that they will only worsen the situation. Illiphir’s screams subsided, and he lay on the ground gasping for air.
“Illiphir,” Thranduil said, kneeling down beside his second youngest.
“I-I’m fine, father,” Illiphir said as he struggled to his feet. “But what I felt, it... I have never felt any kind of pain like that in my whole life.”
“It’s Legolas!” Darion cried. “I know it is! She is hurt - we must make haste!”
“The forest is getting dark, Darion,” Melenor said. “Even if we wanted to continue, we cannot. We will not be able to search for Legolas in the dark.”
“Melenor is correct, my son,” Thranduil confirmed sadly. “We have to camp here for the night, then continue on first thing when the sun comes out.”
Illiphir gazed out to the dark horizon of the forest, his face set with determination. “Be strong, my little leaf,” he whispered. “We are coming.”
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
She must have fallen asleep, because she was awoken by the sound of the bedroom door unlocking and slowly opening. She sat upright and scrambled backwards on the bed, trying to distance herself from the door as possible. Was it Liand? Is he coming back for more? But she wasn’t ready yet. She was not sure she will be able to handle another round.
The door opened wider and Menothil in in with a tray. He set the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and left the room without another word, locking the bedroom door behind him. Legolas stared at the door, puzzled. She thought he was back for her. Looking over at the tray, she saw a bread roll and some steamed green beans on a plate with a glass of water next to it.
She slowly reached out and took the bread roll. Breaking off a small piece, she put it in her mouth and chewed. She raised an eyebrow in astonishment. The bread was actually good, in her opinion. Crusty on the outside and soft in the inside so it would melt in your mouth, the bread was spiced with herbs and diced onions. Finishing the bread drindrinking the water, she laid back down on the bed and stared at up at the ceiling.
She was afraid of going to sleep. She was afraid that she would wake up dead, or wake up under the heavy weight of the men’s bodies on her. A tear fell down her cheek as she thought about her father and her siblings. She did not know how Kuellen fared, and she did not know how serious the arrow wound was. She hoped he was okay, but she truly did not know for sure. Her father must be worried sick by now, and worse yet, no one had any idea where she might be. It may be a while before someone finds her, and she does not think she can live here for another day.
Sighing, her eyes glazed over and she fell asleep.