8. 08 - My Love Is Vengeance
Author: Sivan Shemesh firstname.lastname@example.org
Beta: Manon. Thank you sweetie.
Website/Archive: www.adultfanfiction.net. www.slashfiction.net, www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com. ALSlash, ElvenLords Library, LIC, Mirrormere, OEAM. Others ask me first I probably say, "Yes", or Legolas will be punished again…
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: Character Death. Missing scenes. Torture, dirty language, rape, sex, 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.
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
"Behind Blue Eyes" – Limp Bizkit
Chapter 8: My Love Is Vengeance
Aragorn left the room without saying anything or looking back.
It was too hard for him.
He loved her so much, but she had to understand – understand that he was doing this for her.
Éowyn looked surprised at her lord; he was not the same as he was the day before. She was afraid for her lady and entered the room. It seemed cold to her. She looked around until she saw her lady.
Arwen sat on the bed, her hands covering her face to hide the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
Éowyn looked at her and thought of her lord, who obviously must have thought only of himself, and not of his wife, who needed him desperately. She went to her lady and knelt next to her, her hands on her lap.
"My lady?" Éowyn asked.
Arwen continued to sob; it seemed she had not heard Éowyn's question, or did not want to.
Éowyn moved her hands to Arwen's face, and tried to take her lady's hands in her own. But Arwen kept her hands pressed to her face. Éowyn rose and sat next to her lady and brought her lady's head to her chest, trying to comfort her. "It is alright my lady…" But Éowyn knew the words were of no use, as her lord caused her lady to be in pain.
In the Hallway…
Aragorn repeated the words he had said the day before to Faramir.
"Do not forget to bring me proof!" Aragorn ordered.
"What kind of proof do you want?" Faramir asked.
"Anything, I do not even mind if you give me the horse's head," Aragorn said coldly.
Faramir had an uneasy feeling about this.
"Should I leave now?" he asked.
"Yes, before the last light has gone," Aragorn said.
"Then I shall go to my wife before I leave," Faramir said.
"Before you go, find Damrod and tell him to search for Glorfindel, and tell him that Glorfindel is to go to the dungeon at once!" Aragorn ordered.
"Yes, my lord." Faramir said, and left to find Damrod to tell him what the king had ordered, and then to find his lovely wife.
He found Damrod outside in the yard, and went towards him. "King Elessar orders you to find Glorfindel and bring him to the dungeon to guard the elf."
Damrod nodded and left to find the other elf.
Faramir went back inside the palace to find his wife, knowing where she would most likely be.
Faramir knocked on the door, and waited several second before the door was finally opened.
Éowyn was surprised to see her husband; he did not seem happy, or so she thought.
"Faramir, my love, what is it?"
"I have to go," he said.
"Go… go where? Why?" She was confused, not understanding why he should go.
"The king ordered me to go and do something, my love," Faramir explained as he moved his hand over her cheek. He did not want to leave her, not like this.
"I will wait for you," Éowyn said.
He kissed her on the lips, and she let him explore her mouth with his tongue, not wanting him to stop.
Faramir broke the kiss, as he did not want his lord angry at him. He was worried that the last light would be gone soon.
"I love you," Faramir said, and left her, giving her one last look.
Éowyn watched her husband leave, letting the tears fall over her cheeks. She wanted to tell him the same, and to tell him that she feared for him.
She came back into the room and noticed the look Arwen was giving her. She did not know that Arwen had heard and seen what had happened between them. Éowyn tried to ignore the look, but could not. Arwen still glared at her.
"Why are you crying?" Arwen asked.
Éowyn did not answer. Instead, she embraced her lady; wanting to be close to her, to feel her.
In the dungeon…
Glorfindel walked to the dungeon on the orders of the king. As he opened the door, he saw how the guards were whipping Legolas hard, and were enjoying themselves.
He saw that Legolas was untied. His eyes were closed, and his skin and his hair were saturated with blood. Glorfindel wondered why the king did not end Legolas' life and put him out of his misery, or was it because he wanted Legolas to suffer for what he had done to the queen?
Glorfindel smiled; he loved to see Legolas suffer, he loved to hear him screaming and begging.
"My lovely elf…" Glorfindel hissed at him.
Legolas heard him, but tried to ignore him as he thought: 'No… please… stay… away… from… me…'
"My lord, forgive us, we did not know you were here," the guards said.
"Leave us alone," Glorfindel said.
The guards were about to leave when Glorfindel stopped them as one of them still had the whip in his hands.
"What is it, my lord?" one of the guard asked.
"The whip!" Glorfindel ordered.
"Yes, my lord," they said, handing him the whip and leaving.
The door closed, and Glorfindel started his torture.
Over at the stable…
Faramir approached the stable and opened the door.
"Eofor?" he called.
Eofor approached him and asked: "What is it, my lord?"
"Take Legolas' horse and follow me!" Faramir ordered and waited for him with his horse outside the stable.
Eofor took the horse, and put Legolas' clothes in the saddlebags.
"Where are we going, my lord?" Eofor asked.
"Only for a walk," Faramir said.
"Then why have you taken your weapons?"
"That is none of your business. Now go!" Faramir ordered.
As Eofor walked he remembered Legolas' words, and knew he should try and do anything he could.
When they were outside of the city, Faramir ordered Eofor to leave him alone with Legolas' horse, but Eofor protested.
Faramir moved his knife towards the horse's head, and Eofor tried to stop Faramir. The two began to fight for the horse's life.
The last thing that Faramir saw was Legolas' horse being ridden by Eofor. The horse was galloping, and there was blood on Eofor's clothes.
'He will not get far,' he thought.
Faramir was left holding onto the saddle of the horse, and he slumped forward, letting the horse lead him back to the city.
Éowyn watched the sky, worried about her husband. 'He should be here already,' she thought, watching from the window of the room where her lady was.
The gates of the city opened; the horse's pace was slow as the rider was hanging from the saddle.
Éowyn left the room at once; she knew she would have to give her lady the answers to the questions that she would ask. She went outside the palace, wanting to see who it was.
The king approached her and sent the guards to report.
After a few moments of fear and worry, they knew the identity of the rider.
It was Faramir. Éowyn saw the blood that covered him, and he looked so pale to her eyes.
It was supposed to have been simple, so then why had he come back like this.
Éowyn ran to Faramir and knelt next to him. She moved her hands over his pale cheeks, wanting to hear his voice one more time.
Faramir's eyes were on her; she could see how his eyes were filled with emptiness and shadow, as death slowly claimed him.
Before Faramir closed his eyes, he whispered to her his last words: "Fight… wounded boy… horse… free…"
Faramir closed his eyes, and let go his last breath.
Éowyn started to grieve for her husband, letting the tears fall.
The King approached her and demanded to know what Faramir had said, and she told him.
Éowyn could feel her lord's hand on her shoulder as he said: "He died a hero."
"I know, my lord…" she sobbed, adding: "I loved him…"
In the dungeon…
Glorfindel stopped whipping him and came closer to the naked elf, stripping himself. He grabbed Legolas' legs, not caring how much he was hurt. Legolas was bruised all over and the whip had left him with many open wounds.
Glorfindel stroked his cock before pushing himself inside Legolas, his pace fast and hard. He did not show any mercy on Legolas, not after what he had done.
While Glorfindel was inside of him, he started to beat the elf all over his body, remembering the King's words that Legolas was to always leave his eyes open.
"Open your eyes!" Glorfindel ordered while he beat him, again and again.
Legolas tried to open his eyes, but it seemed harder than he thought. His face was full of pain and he did not want to see his blood on the whip; he did not want to see Glorfindel's face once again.
"Open your eyes!" Glorfindel said again, and beat him harder, the pace faster than before.
Glorfindel did not want to fail his king, the mighty king; he felt how the king's heart had become darker and darker. He loved Aragorn's dark side.
Legolas tried once again to open his eyes, till they were half open.
"OPEN YOUR EYES WIDE!" Glorfindel shouted at him, and took the whip. He started to whip Legolas again, wanting the elf to open his eyes.
Legolas moved his lips, trying to tell him to stop. It was hurting too much inside; all his body was aching. But his voice was too weak. He tried to open his eyes and finally managed it. But Glorfindel continued to whip him harder and faster as he moved inside Legolas, leaving new wounds and bruises on his body.
Inside the Palace… Arwen's Room…
Aragorn entered the room, and came closer to his wife who was looking to him for comfort and love.
"I am here my love…" Aragorn said, and held her close to him, wanting to feel her again before he had to leave to organize Faramir's funeral.
Arwen swallowed and opened her mouth to speak. No matter what her husband was going to tell her, she needed to ask him something – something that would not let her rest. 'Legolas'.
Aragorn looked at her; it had been a while since she called him that.
"Yes my love?" he asked.
"Where is Legolas?"
Aragorn thought for a moment before answering her question. "He is being taken care of."
Arwen sighed in relief, and she was finally able to smile.
"And where is Glorfindel?"
"He is in the dungeon," he said, hoping that Glorfindel was taking care of Legolas as much as he wanted.
She felt good as she heard that Glorfindel was in the dungeon, and that Legolas was being looked after.
End of Chapter 8.
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.