11. 11 - When Evil Struck Glorfindel…
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. Torture, dirty language, rape, sex, OOC, and the whole circumstances that followed, as well as thoughts of suicide.
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. This chapter is a 'missing scene' giving more of the background of what happened to Glorfindel.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming monsters
Calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
"Imaginary" - Evanescence
Chapter 11: When Evil Struck Glorfindel…
There was no answer from Glorfindel so Elrond asked again.
"You were always kind, with a good soul. What changed you?"
Glorfindel's answer was a single word: "Mordor!" But Elrond was not happy with this.
"What happened to you in Mordor?" he asked.
"There were voices that called my name, underneath the ashes…" Here he was interrupted by Elrond.
"What voices?" Elrond asked worriedly.
"Dark voices, calling my name. I remember frowning at the way they said it. Then orcs appeared from nowhere; I could not see where they could have come from. They surrounded me and took my weapons. They began to beat me, and they would not stop until I fell onto the ash-covered ground."
Glorfindel took a deep breath before continuing his story. He did not dare to look at Elrond. "They dragged me to a large rock and draped me over it. They tied my hands together so tightly that they began to bleed. Then they spread my legs far apart and…they raped me, one after the other. And I loved it." A smile appeared on Glorfindel's face. "Yes, Elrond, believe it or not, I loved it, and I asked for more…"
Elrond looked at him, horrified. He felt pity for his friend, but he swallowed when he heard Glorfindel's words, "I do not need your pity!"
"That is what changed you?" Elrond asked.
"They beat me badly, but it was somehow a turning point in my life. As they raped me, I could feel a great power fill my body, building up inside of me… it felt good. For the first time, I felt alive…"
Elrond looked at him in disbelief, and he shuddered. Glorfindel had finished speaking, and Elrond looked over to him. There was a smile on Glorfindel's face.
"Glorfindel?" he asked. He now felt sadness as well as pity for his friend. Glorfindel had undergone a traumatic experience in Mordor, and even though he said he enjoyed what had been done to him, Elrond was sorry for him. The elf lord only hoped that now he was back, his kind spirit would return through the love and care of his friends.
"And then I heard another voice. He said that he had filled my body with some sort of power…" Glorfindel said suddenly.
Elrond stared at Glorfindel. He felt a great fear when he heard the word 'power'.
"…I could feel it growing within me…" Glorfindel continued, his eyes fixed on a waterfall. It seemed that he was staring at something that only he could see.
"Glorfindel?" Elrond asked again.
The former lord of the House of the Golden Flower turned and faced Elrond. His eyes were black and shone of…something; what, Elrond did not know. He could not believe that Glorfindel could walk so tall, so proud, after what had been done to him.
Glorfindel could see the pity in the lord's eyes and said in cold voice, "Do not pity me… I will be fine on my own…"
"No! You need friends…" Elrond began softly.
"To what? To pity me?" Glorfindel said harshly, furious at Elrond's words.
Elrond took a step back from him. He did not want to hurt, nor did he want to get hurt by his friend, especially as he was still unsure as to what exactly had happened to Glorfindel.
"Let me show you to your chamber, my friend…" Elrond only said.
"You are not my friend!" Glorfindel said to him.
"You need to rest… I will speak to you later," Elrond continued, pretending he had not heard Glorfindel's words. He noticed that Glorfindel's eyes were not looking at him, and realised that he was staring at the door that led into Erestor and Lindir's chamber.
"Glorfindel?" he asked, a little afraid. He was concerned as to why Glorfindel was all of a sudden showing so much interest in the two elves.
Glorfindel turned towards Elrond, and then followed him in silence as the elf lord moved down the corridor.
"This is your chamber!" Elrond said. He opened the door and stood aside so that Glorfindel could enter. He did not know how his friend was going to react, and the thought frightened him. Elrond watched carefully as Glorfindel entered the room, noticing how his friend's eyes gleamed with a strange light.
The warrior glanced briefly at Elrond before taking the door and shutting it in the elf lord's face. Elrond stared at the door, a frown on his face, and then began to walk away. His heart was heavy. Something terrible had happened to his friend, and he had no idea how he could try and help him.
Glorfindel had now become a mystery to him.
End of Chapter 11.
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