10. 10 - It’s All About Power
A/N: This is happen before everything else, as it was EARLIER not later, as some of you have been read.
Title: Prisoner of Gondor 10
Author: Sivan Shemesh firstname.lastname@example.org
Beta: Manon. Thank you sweetie.
Main Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas
Summary: Legolas and Glorfindel were on their way to Gondor, but on their arrival, things go wrong. One is put in the dungeon, after being horribly humiliated, and the other enjoys the good life. Will the prisoner find hope, or die alone in the dark dungeon after the humiliation?
Warning: Characters Death. Missing scenes. Torture, dirty language, rape, sex, OOC, and the whole circumstances that followed, as well as thoughts of suicide.
In this chapter there is a lot of torture, if you can't bear this, just LEAVE.
If you are: It is your own risk/responsibility. You've been WARNED!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J R R TOLKIEN's characters, only those I have created.
Author notes: This is still my first attempt at writing, so be kind.
It's all about power, by taking control,
Breaking the will, erasing the soul.
They suck us dry till there's nothing left.
My, oh my. My, oh my.
"We Are" - Ana Johnsson
Chapter 10: It's All About Power
Imladris… 3 months earlier…
Elrond watched as he saw his friend return from the trip; somehow Elrond felt strange as he saw the smile on his friend's face. It made him shudder.
"Where have you been?" Elrond asked him.
"In Mordor," Glorfindel replied with a heavy smile on his face.
Elrond looked at his friend; his face was grew younger, while his own face grew older.
Glorfindel's hair was shinier than before. Elrond could feel that something had happened to him, but did not know why.
"Are you feeling alright, my dear friend?" Elrond asked him.
"Already am," Glorfindel said, and turned to leave him.
"Where are you going?" Elrond asked. He had noticed that his friend's behavior had changed as well.
"To my chamber, I am tired…" Glorfindel said, and walked out of the room.
Elrond watched as Glorfindel retired to what he thought his chamber, but he was walking in the wrong direction; he headed towards Erestor and Lindir's chamber.
Elrond called to him, but there was no response. The door to Erestor and Lindir's room was closed, but he saw Glorfindel open the door and go inside.
'Something very odd is happening here,' Elrond thought as he tapped his mouth with this finger.
Glorfindel walked inside the room and watched Erestor and Lindir. They were curled up against each other, naked and moaning as they touched each other.
Elrond followed Glorfindel and stood behind him, knowing that Glorfindel would be aware of his presence.
Glorfindel's eyes darkened and were filled quickly with lust and cold.
Elrond coughed softly, and Erestor and Lindir finally realised that they were not alone in their room.
"My lord?" Erestor asked, surprised to see the lord.
"Forgive me, but it seems that our old friend thought that he was going to his chamber…" Elrond said, but trailed off as he saw Glorfindel going closer to the pair on the bed, his eyes never leaving them. Both Erestor and Lindir noticed how Glorfindel's eyes seemed cold, and they shivered slightly.
"Glorfindel?" they asked at the same time. Something was not quite right; it was as if they could not feel *him*, that it was not their friend Glorfindel, and it seemed very odd to them.
"Yes, it is me…" he answered coldly.
"You have returfromfrom your journey," Erestor said, but the old lord did not answer; he did not seem to have heard the question.
"W… what are you doing here?" Lindir asked in fear. He did not like the way the old lord was behaving.
"This is my chamber," Glorfindel replied roughly.
Erestor could felt his lover shudder as if from fear or something else, and he was worried for him.
Glorfindel's eyes narrowed. They glittered with anger, and it seemed he was ready to kill whoever was standing in front of him.
"It is not, my friend," Elrond said and moved his hands onto Glorfindel's shoulders. He was surprised when Glorfindel pulled away from him. "It is their chamber; your chamber is further down the hall, you know that!" Elrond said.
Glorfindel reached down and pulled out his sword. It shone in the late afternoon sun, and the point looked as if it was tipped with blood.
Erestor and Lindir gave Elrond worried looks. The elf-lord tried to take the sword from Glorfindel's handd atd at the same time tried to see what hidden inside Glorfindel's eyes. But all he could see was darkness. Glorfindel was somehow blocking him.
"Glorfindel!" Elrond called. The warrior turned around and looked at Elrond. "What is wrong with you?" Elrond asked.
"What is wrong with you? This is my chamber!" Glorfindel claimed. The sword was still in his hand, and he pointed it at Elrond.
"No… it is not, mellon, and you know it…" Elrond said and grabbed the sword, taking it out of Glorfindel's hands.
"We need to talk alone… come." Elrond said and walked towards the door. He stopped and turned, waiting for Glorfindel to catch up with him.
Glorfindel's lust-filled eyes were still on the lovers, and he seemed une ofe of anything else. But then he heard his name being called again and again, and he turned to look at Elrond. His eyes looked bright with anger, but he followed the lord out of the room.
After the two elves had left, Lindir looked at his lover and asked, "What was that? He scared me, love…" He started to cry out on his lover's shoulders.
"I would not let anything happen to you, my love," Erestor said. He lifted Lindir's head and kissed him softly and with passion on his lips.
"I will do the same, my love, as I love you so…" Lindir said and kissed him with lust and pleasure.
Erestor began stroking Lindir's body gently as they lay on the bed. Lindir's skin made Erestor think it was the skin of an elfling; it felt so smooth, and he wished he could just keep touching it and never stop.
Erestor started to kiss Lindir all over his body, making his lover breathe harder and gasp for air.
Lindir could felt as his cock becoming hard as Erestor kissed him. He begged for his lover to be inside of him; he was desperate to feel his lover's cock within him.
"Need… you… now…" Lindir moaned. He lifted his head and saw his lover's eyes shining with love and lust.
"Net, et, my sweet Lindir," Erestor teased him and moved his mouth to lick and suck Lindir's cock.
Lindir laid his head back on the soft pillow, filled with the pleasure his lover was giving him; it made him gasp for air.
Erestor paid attention to his lover's breathing; it was not the first time that Lindir had forgotten to breathe. "Breathe easy, my love, we have the whole day and night…" he said.
Lindir shuddered violently as he could feel his orgasm approaching, although he tried to hold back, knowing his lover would want him to try and hold on a little longer. He knew that Erestor would eventually let him climax.
"Breathe, my love…" Erestor said, easing back for a moment.
"No… let me come…" Lindir moaned. He couldn't hold on any longer, and sighed when he finally founs res release.
Erestor leaned over his lover's body and licked the seed off his stomach and cock.
"Now breathe," Erestor said, trying to calm his lover.
When Lindir started to breathe again, Erestor took the oil and poured some of it onto his fingers. He put Lindir's legs over his shoulders, and then he slid one of his fingers into Lindir, feeling the heat inside.
He watched every move his lover made. When he found that special spot and rubbed gently, Lindir's breaths became gasps as he moaned and asked for more.
Lindir pushed down on the finger inside of him, and soon another one was added.
"More…" Lindir begged, trying to breathe. He did not want his lover to stop because he was forgetting to breathe every time they were making love.
"You will get a better thing, my love," Erestor said and removed his fingers. He looked down at Lindir, and saw he was remembering to breathe.
Lindir's body was covered with sweat, lost in the pleasure his lover was giving him, making him lose control.
"Need… you… inside…"Lindir moaned and pulled his lover closer to him.
Erestor placed his cock at the entrance to Lindir's body and slowly slid in.
Their bodies were moving together as one, skin against skin, their movements full of passion and lust.
Erestor felt his lover shudder beneath him and moved faster, moaning to him, "Come with me, my love…"
Lindir could feel the building heat inside him, but he tried to hold on. He wanted to feel his lover stay longer inside him, but he screamed Erestor's name as his orgasm came. Erestor came soon after, and Lindir clamped down onto his lover's cock to try and stop him from pulling out, needing to feel him inside.
Then Lindir could feel the tiredness overtake him. Erestor carefully pulled himself out of his lover and lay down next to him. They were both covered with sweat.
"I…" Lindir tried to speak, but Erestor moved his finger on to his lover's lips and said softly, "I know… you love me as I love you…" before kissing him.
Soon they slept in peace.
Glorfindel heard the screaming, and the lust was still burning in his eyes.
"Glorfindel?" Elrond called, aware that Glorfindel stood not far from his chamber.
Glorfindel looked hard at him and said nothing.
"Let me guide you to your chamber," Elrond said, putting his hand on Glorfindel's arm. He thought that Glorfindel was only tired from the journey.
"Do not touch me…" Glorfindel said roughly to him, his eyes bright like the flames of a fire. He was angry.
'They took my chamber and now Elrond wants to touch me?' he thought angrily and moved the lord's hands off him.
'He has changed,' Elrond thought. 'Something has changed him.'
"Easy friend," Elrond tried to stay calm, and said softly, "You have changed; what has happened Glorfindel? What made you become so cold?"
"Death!" Glorfindel answered.
"But you were reborn! What happened to you on the journey after the fellowship had returned?" Elrond asked in curiosity. He waited for an answer, wondering what Glorfindel would say.
End of Chapter 10.
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