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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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4,104
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39
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Chapter 9
Title: Broken
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been cored aed and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
A/N: You will need a strong stomach for parts of this chapter. I wrote it and even I feel nauseous. If you feel you cannot stomach it, I put a brief chapter summary at the end of the chapter.
Also, thanks Shadowess for lng tng this over and pointing a few things out.
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Merry woke up abruptly when the door was kicked opened and a guard marched into the room. He grabbed Pippin, who was also awake, and pulled him towards the far side of the bed. ‘What?’
The guard ignored them and dropped his burden onto the bed before turning to leave, slamming the door behind him. Merry turned his attention from the door to their bed, gasping as he saw the condition their friend was in. Legolas’ entire body was covered in bruises and dried blood; his skin was sliced in many places, by some kind of small knife Merry assumed, he had deep cuts on his ankles where rope had dug into his flesh. Large purple bruises surrounded his neck and wrists. ‘They used the collar,’ he realized, wincing. Blood and seed still flowed from his torn entrance, soaking the already bloodstained sheet.
Sam had been the kindest Hobbit in the whole of the Shire; but now, after that damn ring, he was the cruelest. Frodo liked to play, but Sam l to to destroy. Merry didn’t know which was worse.
Pippin whimpered and moved over to sit next to Legolas, gently lifting the elf’s head and setting it in his lap. Legolas’ eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was quick and shallow, barely there at all. His entire body was racked with shudders, his muscles twitching.
Merry sighed. It was routine now. Frodo plays, they heal; Sam destroys, and they try to piece together what had been broken. Every time Sam was here, Legolas became more and more fractured, more fragile, and more…
Merry shook his head and studied Legolas’ injuries. He groaned, releasing all they could do was stop the bleeding, clean him up, and comfort him. They couldn’t use most of the medicine they had; some of it couldn’t be used on cuts and some of it couldn’t be used on bruises, at least, not in the amount they would need for all of the bruising.
Merry got off the bed and grabbed their pitcher of water and a cloth. Pippin started to sing another lullaby, a Mirkwood lullaby this time, one that Legolas had sung to them the first few nights of the Quest. Merry listened to the song as he gently started to wash the blood and seed off of Legolas’ opening so he could better see the damage.
He grit his teeth; they hard torn the elf so bad this time that small pieces of flesh were coming out with the blood. He reached over and grabbed the jar that sat on the table, glad that they could at least use this. He over at Pippin, making sure he was ready to calm and distract Legolas if the elf should wake, before he scooped some ointment out of the jar and gently pressed his fingers through the torn entrance, spreading the medicine as best he could over the wounds and trying to ignore the feeling of shredded flesh.
Merry choked back his nausea as he removed his fingers, wincing at the slight sucking noise his fingers made. He wiped his bloodied hand on the bed sheets and began washing the blood off of the rest of Legolas’ body.
After the elf was clean enough, Merry began bandaging his ankles while Pippin coaxed Legolas’ mouth open, trying to see if it was hurt. “How’s his throat, Pip?”
Pippin looked up, stopping his song so he could answer. “It looks raw, but it’s not bleeding,” he said, combing his fingers absent-mindedly through Legolas’ hair. “Frodo must have been in a good mood.”
Merry nodded and, having done all that he could, laid down on his side of the bed next to Legolas. “At least thats one good thing. He doesn’t like the taste of the medicine for it.”
Pippin smiled sadly and eased Legolas’ head onto the pillow before laying next to him. “Good night, Merry.”
“Goodnight, Pip.”
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Merry couldn’t sleep, his mind over all that had happened this day. He would be surprised if Legolas didn’t get an infection, wit with the ointment. ‘Legolas must have been in so much pain,’ he thought, fingering a strand of the elf’s hair. ‘I wish I could stop it.’
His mind was drawn to the small glass vial hidden up underneath the bed. After listening to Liran’s warnings over the years, he had learned what was poisonous and what wasn’t. He had filed the information away, not caring to ask himself why.
During last summer, when many slaves had died of heat stroke, he had been made to work in the garden for one hour each day. He didn’t know why, Sam had lost his love for plants, but for some reason there were a few well-tended plants and trees scattered about the gardens.
While trimming branches, he had recognized a tree that he had seen in one of Liran’s books. Bitter almond.
Merry shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking this; shouldn’t have even made the stuff. He sighed and tucked the strand of hair behind Legolas ear before trying once again to fall asleep.
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A/N: As promised, the chapter summary:
Legolas is brought back to Merry and Pippin. Merry tends to him while Pippin sings. Merry discovers that Legolas is torn worse than he has ever been before. After tending to Legolas’ injuries, Pippin goes to sleep while Merry lies awake, thinking about a vial of something he has hidden under the bed.
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been cored aed and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
A/N: You will need a strong stomach for parts of this chapter. I wrote it and even I feel nauseous. If you feel you cannot stomach it, I put a brief chapter summary at the end of the chapter.
Also, thanks Shadowess for lng tng this over and pointing a few things out.
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Merry woke up abruptly when the door was kicked opened and a guard marched into the room. He grabbed Pippin, who was also awake, and pulled him towards the far side of the bed. ‘What?’
The guard ignored them and dropped his burden onto the bed before turning to leave, slamming the door behind him. Merry turned his attention from the door to their bed, gasping as he saw the condition their friend was in. Legolas’ entire body was covered in bruises and dried blood; his skin was sliced in many places, by some kind of small knife Merry assumed, he had deep cuts on his ankles where rope had dug into his flesh. Large purple bruises surrounded his neck and wrists. ‘They used the collar,’ he realized, wincing. Blood and seed still flowed from his torn entrance, soaking the already bloodstained sheet.
Sam had been the kindest Hobbit in the whole of the Shire; but now, after that damn ring, he was the cruelest. Frodo liked to play, but Sam l to to destroy. Merry didn’t know which was worse.
Pippin whimpered and moved over to sit next to Legolas, gently lifting the elf’s head and setting it in his lap. Legolas’ eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was quick and shallow, barely there at all. His entire body was racked with shudders, his muscles twitching.
Merry sighed. It was routine now. Frodo plays, they heal; Sam destroys, and they try to piece together what had been broken. Every time Sam was here, Legolas became more and more fractured, more fragile, and more…
Merry shook his head and studied Legolas’ injuries. He groaned, releasing all they could do was stop the bleeding, clean him up, and comfort him. They couldn’t use most of the medicine they had; some of it couldn’t be used on cuts and some of it couldn’t be used on bruises, at least, not in the amount they would need for all of the bruising.
Merry got off the bed and grabbed their pitcher of water and a cloth. Pippin started to sing another lullaby, a Mirkwood lullaby this time, one that Legolas had sung to them the first few nights of the Quest. Merry listened to the song as he gently started to wash the blood and seed off of Legolas’ opening so he could better see the damage.
He grit his teeth; they hard torn the elf so bad this time that small pieces of flesh were coming out with the blood. He reached over and grabbed the jar that sat on the table, glad that they could at least use this. He over at Pippin, making sure he was ready to calm and distract Legolas if the elf should wake, before he scooped some ointment out of the jar and gently pressed his fingers through the torn entrance, spreading the medicine as best he could over the wounds and trying to ignore the feeling of shredded flesh.
Merry choked back his nausea as he removed his fingers, wincing at the slight sucking noise his fingers made. He wiped his bloodied hand on the bed sheets and began washing the blood off of the rest of Legolas’ body.
After the elf was clean enough, Merry began bandaging his ankles while Pippin coaxed Legolas’ mouth open, trying to see if it was hurt. “How’s his throat, Pip?”
Pippin looked up, stopping his song so he could answer. “It looks raw, but it’s not bleeding,” he said, combing his fingers absent-mindedly through Legolas’ hair. “Frodo must have been in a good mood.”
Merry nodded and, having done all that he could, laid down on his side of the bed next to Legolas. “At least thats one good thing. He doesn’t like the taste of the medicine for it.”
Pippin smiled sadly and eased Legolas’ head onto the pillow before laying next to him. “Good night, Merry.”
“Goodnight, Pip.”
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Merry couldn’t sleep, his mind over all that had happened this day. He would be surprised if Legolas didn’t get an infection, wit with the ointment. ‘Legolas must have been in so much pain,’ he thought, fingering a strand of the elf’s hair. ‘I wish I could stop it.’
His mind was drawn to the small glass vial hidden up underneath the bed. After listening to Liran’s warnings over the years, he had learned what was poisonous and what wasn’t. He had filed the information away, not caring to ask himself why.
During last summer, when many slaves had died of heat stroke, he had been made to work in the garden for one hour each day. He didn’t know why, Sam had lost his love for plants, but for some reason there were a few well-tended plants and trees scattered about the gardens.
While trimming branches, he had recognized a tree that he had seen in one of Liran’s books. Bitter almond.
Merry shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking this; shouldn’t have even made the stuff. He sighed and tucked the strand of hair behind Legolas ear before trying once again to fall asleep.
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A/N: As promised, the chapter summary:
Legolas is brought back to Merry and Pippin. Merry tends to him while Pippin sings. Merry discovers that Legolas is torn worse than he has ever been before. After tending to Legolas’ injuries, Pippin goes to sleep while Merry lies awake, thinking about a vial of something he has hidden under the bed.