Forgotten

Title: Forgotten
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 1/? (AU Fic) While being held captive by the orcs, Merry and Pippin face grueling torments.
Feedback: Yes, please, but keep it constructive.
Warnings: Violence, Graphic Rape, slash
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters used are the property of Tolkien.
A/N: Though I originally posted this fic on FF.NET, this is an NC-17 version with a few changes. As stated in the warnings, it will contain graphic rape and M/P slash, though there will be a twist to this.

Pippin watched the orcs around him. Merry was next to him, although not as alert. It had been another long day marching with the whole lot and the heat only increased the awful stench of the orcs. The heat had nearly gotten to the hobbits as well. There were many times when Pippin had found himself kneeling to help Merry from the ground, suffering from the scorching sun, trying to save his cousin the pain of the whip that often cracked over their heads or at their heels. Now the day had passed bringing the relief of the cool night air. Pip crawled closer to Merry who was slowly drifting off.

“Merry? Merry are you alright?” Pippin whispered.

“As good as I can be in this dreadful predicament,” Merry moaned. “At first I was too hot but now I’m becoming cold. The sweat on my body is beginning to chill from the air.”

Pippin tried to unclasp his cloak, his intent wrapping it around Merry, only to receive the horrid reminder that his hands were tied tight. Seeing his cousin shiver in pain formed a lump to form in his throat and he nuzzled against Merry, doing his best to warm him. The hobbit’s heads jerked in fear as orcs quarreled near the fire.

“Why do you suppose they haven’t killed us yet?” Pippin asked.

“I don’t know,” Merry replied. “I think it has something to do with the Ring Frodo was carrying. Perhaps they think we carry it....”

“I’d hate to think of what they would do to us if we had the Ring,” Pippin said, shuddering.

“Pippin,” Merry groaned, “think of what they will do to us when they realize we don’t have the Ring.”

A shiver ran down Pippin’s spine as he contemplated the thought. He had heard many horrific stories about the orcs since he was a small child. Dark tales of dismemberment, being prodded with hot pokers, having knives inserted all over the body,....rape. The thought of he or Merry suffering such a fate made a nauseous feeling swirl in the pit of his stomach. His fear only escalated as one of the orcs journeyed from the fire, crouching in front of the two hobbits. For a moment the orc made no movement, only gazing them over.

“You two keep quiet!” it snarled. “If I hear another peep from you two I’ll make some pretty scars on your tiny backs! Orders or no orders, you’ll keep still!”

Pippin’s eyes closed in relief as the orc moved away. When he opened them back up he saw that Merry had slipped off into sleep. Laying his head on his cousin’s shoulder he did his best to fall asleep even though there was a nagging feeling in his gut screaming at him not to. He feared to fall asleep. Fear of what may happen if he fell asleep, letting his guard down. Fear of what he may wake up to. He drifted off into a restless slumber, faintly hearing the orcs in the background.

“Why can’t we have a bit of fun?” one asked.

“You know ” sn” snapped another voice. “We have orders! We must obey our orders!”

“You’re one to talk!” growled another. “I say as long as it doesn’t kill them do it! I say we have a little f

“Why not? The rest of the group will be off scouring the area for spies...it would be easy to sneak in a bit of play then.....”

“Fine wha what you want,” a reluctant voice said. “But be warned! If any one of them is killed it will be our necks! Take one and only one! I’ll watch the other one. Remember, keep it quick and simple! If Ugluk catches us we all suffer dearly!”

Pippin didn’t know how long he slept but he woke to something rough nudging him in the side. His eyes shot open and he saw two dark shapes hovering over Merry. One of the orcs had taken hold of his feet while the other struggled to maintain a good grasp on his shoulders. The hobbit was thrashing about violently, trying to escape the orcs strong hold. With a cry Pippin leaped into the air and rammed into one of the orc’s feet. The orc howled in shock and toppled to the ground, losing his hold on Merry. The hobbit tried to scramble to his feet but another orc from behind swept his feet from underneath, sending him crashing to the ground.

“I warned you, you filthy maggot!” it spat.

He could only look on helplessly as he saw the two orcs carry Merry into the woods, who was still struggling for dear life. Tears came to his eyes due not only to what Merry was likely to suffer but from the orc behind him also. The whip had been uncoiled and now it struck at his flesh with ferocity that he never knew existed. The pain was so unbearable that a black haze began to cloud his eyes. As he slipped off he could hear a familiar, faint cry coming from the grove of trees.

***

Merry wailed in despair as his clothing was violently yanked off his body, creating red stinging marks wear fabrfabric had dug into his flesh. The night was cold and it sent a chill down his spine, though he was mostly shivering due to the leers he was receiving from the two orcs, who were eying his nude form up and down. He whimpered as a massive claw shoved back his legs until they were bent against his chest. The hand then groped his rear, sharp nails sliding along his cleft as another claw joined in caressing the twin globes.

“Don’t touch me!” Merry cried, blinking back tears. “Leave me be!”

“Oh, we can’t do that little one,” one of the orcs muttered, lapping at the hobbit’s chest. “You’re body is very lovely, and the two of us want a good lay.”

The hobbit’s eyes widened in horror as he noticed a bulge forming between the orcs thighs. “No! You can’t mean to do that! You’ll tear me apart!”

The other orc laughed, bearing razor teeth. “Why should we care?”

A sob rose in Merry’s throat as the orc removed his loincloth, revealing a large, dark erection. The other orc took hold of Merry’s legs, keeping them firmly bent back, allowing the urak to position at Merry’s entrance. Crying, Merry squirmed in discomfort at the odd position, and the feeling of the large knob of the orc’s cock pressing into his puckered entrance.

“Please,” Merry begged.

He was ignored. Searing pain made him scream hard. The orc had shoved his member into Merry without stretching and without proper lubrication. The tightness of Merry’s passage only allowed the orc to sink partially in, and this frustrated him, though it also pleased him. Each pump of his hips made the hobbit squeal in agony.

Merry’s was growing dizzy, nearly swooning from the tearing misery overwhelming his passage. He was being split open with each savage thrust, stretched beyond what his tiny body was capable of. He was a small creature, and his body was not meant to endure such brutal abuse. Blood flowed easily from the ripping flesh, filling the air with a coppery scent that made the two uraks growl in lust.

“So tight,” the orc grumbled.

“Oh, ah!” Merry shrieked, clawing the dirt as the uraks girth pushed in further. “Stop! Stop!”

“Hm, keep him quiet,” the urak growled to the other orc.

Smirking evilly, the uruk tears away his cloth, making Merry clench his eyes shut and grit his teeth. The orc knelt over the hobbit’s face while bending Merry’s legs further apart to accommodate the other uruk’s fierce thrusts. Then, something plump and wet glided over his lips. He knew what it was; and he refused to open, earning him a hard cuff to the side of his head.

“Open up!” the orc snarled.

Reluctantly, the hobbit parts his lips, and his eyes shot open as the uruk’s cock dove into his gullet, making him gag and flinch, creating more stinging tears. Groaning in delight, the orc began to pump in and out of the small mouth, savoring the tight warmth that surrounded his penis, now starting to throb and leak semen from the slit. Bitter fluid seeped onto Merry’s tongue, making nausea swim in his gut. His chest rose rapidly from ragged breaths, his airway occasionally cut off from the orc’s girth, and his heart pounding so hard that it reverberated within his aching skull.

‘Oh, please let this misery end!’ Merry screamed in his mind, pleading to some unknown force. ‘Make it stop before I am driven mad!’

His pleas were answered, each orc shuddering and releasing at the same time. Caustic semen flooded his insides, causing Merry to wince at the burning sensation, and he nearly vomited when the cock in his mouth pulsed and shot out a copious load, some of which was splattered onto his face. He was trembling violentsweasweat sliding over every inch of his battered form; semen and blood oozed from his opening.

The torment was over, though. The uruks continuously raped him, growing more and more violent. He was savagely thrown onto his belly, scraping the skin as twigs dug into him. Sharp nails racked his back, leaving behind red, dribbling marks that the orcs greedily lapped. Rancid breath was blown into his nose and mouth as tongues forced their way inside, gagging him once more. Shame and guilt was thrust into his mind as the two teased his cock with lips and tongues, which made him grow hard. His sweet spot was continuously bombarded with fingers or cocks, making him experience a small orgasm. Though he felt little pleasure due to the mass nt ont of pain, Merry was horrified by his body’s reactions. He would never forgive himself. He was certain that Pippin would hate him for all time. He hated himself.

Darkness crept over Merry’s eyes, and he gladly welcomed it.

***

A throbbing ache was the first thing Pippin felt as he slowly woke. His gaze met the rising light of morning and he hesitantly shifto hto his side. Once he did he almost sobbed in joy. Merry was back at his side and wide awake.

“Oh Merry thank goodness!” Pippin cried, forgetting where he was.

“Pippin, keep it down,” Merry hissed.

Pippin was so grateful to see his cousin safe that he ignored the harsh tone. He then took the time to look Merry over, gazing for any noticeable wounds but none were found. Everything was intact on him, skin and clothing, though the young hobbit could not see the wounds lying beneath. However, Pippin couldn’t shake off a lingering doubt that something was wrong.

“What happened last night?” Pippin inquired. “What did the orcs do to you?!”

“Keep it down or we’ll be in serious trouble,” Merry snapped again. “Nothing, ok. The orcs took me into the woods and questioned me. Nothing more happened.”

A frown formed on Pippin’s face. “Please, Merry, do not lie to me. I know for a fact that the orcs would not take you into the woods and question you without causing some form of harm. Please, tell me what happened.”

“I already told you,” Merry growled, averting his eyes from Pippin’s gaze. “They questioned me and that was it. It is you I am more worried about. There are nasty slash marks on your back. Turn around so I can clean them.”

“How...” Pippin tried to say.

“Shh, one of the orcs threw a rag at me,” Merry answered. “It’s not the most decent thing on Middle-earth.....but it may manage to keep your wounds from becoming infected. Now, turn around.”

Obediently, Pippin turned and allowed Merry to place the rag on his back. He stifled a cry as the cool cloth grazed across his tender wounds. The throbbing pain spread all over, heading into his wrists that swelled from the rope, which was bound too tightly. Groaning, he rubbed his hands over his face, wiping away the tears that sprung to his eyes. Merry gently moved the rag over Pippin’s back, attempting to lessen the hobbit’s discomfort, and Pippin was grateful for it.

“Well, I think we’re going to have to get you a new shirt,” Merry chuckled, trying to lighten their hearts. “After all, we can’t have you walking around with bloodstains all......” His attitude suddenly changed. “I’m sorry, it was foolish of me to make humor of this.”

“No, no, Merry it is alright,” Pippin sighed. “It’s been so long since I have heard you laugh.....it feels good to hear it.”

A silence passed over the two, until Pippin spoke up once again.

“Why didn’t you cry out for help last night Merry?” Pippin asked. “I mean, I never would have known you were being carried off if it wasn’t for that orc bumping into me.”

“Because this is way,” Merry said, referring to his back. “At the time they were only interested in me, so I thought you might be sparred. I didn’t want you to get hurt Pippin, and so I fought with my mind to keep still, but I panicked when the two came at me. I saw looklook in their eyes. That look; that look. Those eyes were filled with such hate, but there was something else in them. I could see what they had planned for me....and I panicked. I fought with them, and it ended with you waking up. My cowaract act has cost you dearly. I’m sorry Pippin....I didn’t mean for you to get hurt....I’m sorry....” A racking sob rose in his throat.

At that Pippin spun around to face his cousin. How he longed to hold him but with his wrists tied he could only nuzzle against Merry’s neck. Merry lowered his head as tears flooded down his cheeks.

“Shh, Merry,” Pippin whispered. “We might as well face it; sooner or later one of them would have tested their whip on my back. It certainly wasn’t your doing with what happened.”

“Those slash marks are deep...they’ll leave scars,” Merry cried.

“I think your scars will deeper than mine, Merry,” Pippin solemnly stated.

Merry gazed at him in bewilderment and then broke down burying his face in Pippin’s shoulder. Pippin rubbed his head against Merry, slowly rocking him and quietly soothing him.

“It’s alright Merry, it’s alright,” Pippin whispered, kissing Merry’s brow. “I love you cousin. Shh, everything will be alright....”

“No, it is not alright,” Merry sobbed. “Pippin, there is no hope left for us.....”

“Merry, don’t speak of such things!” Pippin cried, overwhelmed in shock. “There is hope for us yet. Someone will come for us.”

“Who? Who will come to our aid Pippin?” Merry asked. “Strider? Gimili? Legolas? They are probably with Frodo heading toward Mordor! And Boromir! Oh, Pippin, he is probably dead because of us!”

“I know them and they would not desert us!” Pippin countered. “They would not leave us to torment and death. I know someone, whether it be Strider, Gimili, or Legolas, will come to our rescue. We will not be forgotten.”

“I’m sorry Pippin,” Merry sobbed. “I just want to be away from this place and these orcs! I want to be able to sleep and not have to worry of what may transpire in the night!” His head lowered even more. “I want to be home in the Shire again! I....I...wish I had never come along on this journey!”

“Shh, I know cousin, I know,” Pippin sighed. “Why don’t you rest on me for a bit? You have not gotten enough sleep in the past several days. Just sit back and relax on me. I will stay awake....and no matter what may happen I want you to know that......”

“I know Pippin,” Merry interrupted. “I know.”

The rest of the morning they remained nestled together in the midst of the orcs. They knew not what was lying in wait for them, but they had each other, and that would be enough to help them bear the long days ahead.

More to follow.