6. 06 - My Walls Are Closing In
Title: Prisoner of Gondor 6
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: Missing scene. 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.
The song that Éowyn sang to her lady belongs to: "All In My Head" by Kosheen
Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced there's just too much pressure to take)
"Crawling" – Linkin Park
Chapter 6: My Walls Are Closing In
As King Elessar left the cold dungeon, Legolas closed his eyes, his soul determined to leave for Mandos' Halls.
"Hey! Open your eyes!" one of the guards when he saw the elf had his eyes closed. He was determined to carry out the king's orders. 'The elf is going to pay… I am going to teach him some manners…' the guard thought and saw a whip lying on the floor.
Legolas did not care what was going to happen to him – all he wanted was to end his life.
The guard took the whip from the floor and approached the elf. He raised his arm and brought the whip down on Legolas' back.
Legolas' eyes opened, and he bit his lips as he felt the pain. Soon his back felt like it was burning, and he bit his lips even harder.
"I love the sound of the whip. Don't you?" the other guard asked.
"I do," the guard with the whip said, raising his arm to starting whipping again.
'Why are they do this? What I done to them?' Legolas asked himself. He could feel the blood running down his back, and the tears running down his face. The guards laughed when they saw his tears, and the whipping continued.
At the same time…
When King Elessar left the dungeon, he walked to his wife's rooms to see how she fared. In his heart he wanted to inflict more pain on Legolas, who now was an enemy to him.
Aragorn walked through the corridor till he reached the door leading to his wife's rooms. As he opened the door, he heard Éowyn's voice: "Please my lady, open your eyes. " Stepping inside the room, he watched as Éowyn kissed his wife on her lips, trying to convince her she was safe, that he was gone, but Arwen only continued to say: "No… Legolas… Get off me…"
Aragorn came closer to his queen, to his love. Éowyn was startled when he appeared and was about to attack before she realized it was the king. "I'm sorry, my Lord! Please, forgive me," she said. Aragorn nodded, and Éowyn quickly left the room to search for her husband.
Aragorn tried to comfort his wife, without any success. Her cheeks became paler then before, and she was crying. He could not bear her pain.
Arwen did not even notice her husband was even there. She feared to be touched again and to be hurt.
The wrath against Legolas filled him again, and there was fury in his eyes. 'I failed by letting the one I love suffer,' he thought and left her alone.
Aragorn walked quickly back to the dungeon, blind anger controlling his heart and mind. As he got there he could hear the sound of a whip; it was a sound he liked to hear, reminding him of a drop of rain splashing against the window.
He opened the door and watched the guards whipping the elf.
"Stop!" he said, but the guards did not hear him, too intent on their whipping.
"STOP!" he yelled, and by that he got their attention.
"Forgive me my Lord," said the guard holding the whip. They stood there, waiting for their king's orders.
"Leave us!" King Elessar said. The guards left the room and waited outside in the corridor.
Aragorn untied the elf, and looked at him in disgust. The elf's back was covered completely in blood; in the weak light it looked like in some places pieces of flesh had been torn away.
"Get up!" Aragorn ordered, but Legolas could not stand; he could barely move.
"I SAID GET UP!" Aragorn yelled once more.
When there was no movement from Legolas, Aragorn came closer to Legolas and started to beat and kick him, and more blood poured from Legolas' body.
"Why did you did this to me?" Aragorn asked in fury, tears running down his face.
Aragorn beat him again and again, in fear of losing his wife, in anger as to how his best friend betrayed him.
"How could you rape my wife? How could you do this to your friend?" Aragorn asked, but there was no answer from Legolas.
Aragorn took off his clothes, and was ready to rape Legolas again when he was noticed he being watched by the guards.
'They must have heard me,' Aragorn thought.
"Make sure he does NOT close his eyes!" Aragorn ordered, as he reached over Legolas' back and untied the ropes. The elf felt numb, he could not refuse; he could not do anything.
Legolas was hurting inside; he could not believe that Aragorn, his best friend, had not listened to him, and he could not believe the king would act like a fool. As a King he should be clever, and see the whole truth, see the facts lying beneath the surface.
The elf said nothing, only cried in pain, and he wished that Mandos would take his soul, as he wondered to himself: 'Why am I still alive?'
Aragorn slid his cock roughly inside Legolas' abused body, moving faster and harder than before. The guards watched how their king acted, and they seemed to admire every move that he took.
They took turns whipping Legolas, no matter if his eyes were open or not, as they felt proud of what their king was doing.
The sound of the whip and the moaning seemed louder than Legolas' heart screaming from help. Aragorn showed no mercy on the elf, thrusting harder and harder inside him, ignoring the blood that was Legolas' back, not caring about the damage he was doing. He did not want to stop; he wanted to see the elf suffer for what he did to Arwen.
He wanted to see him in pain.
Aragorn watched as the guards whipped Legolas' back, and he enjoyed watching them. Soon he reached his climax and he sighed, but before he pulled away from Legolas he leaned over the elf and whispered: "By sunset tomorrow your horse will be dead, and no one will ever know that you were here. As for you, you are dead already to me – you no longer exist."
'No, not Arod! He is only a horse,' Legolas thought. He was more worried more about his horse than he was about himself.
Aragorn pushed Legolas away from him and dressed quickly. He looked at the elf, and then nodded to the guards. The king watched as one of the guards resumed whipping the elf, pushing him onto his back so he could start whipping Legolas on the chest. Aragorn smiled, and then left the dungeon, closing the door behind him.
He went outside and looked at the night sky. Aragorn noticed that Eärendil's star seemed to be fading and he frowned. There was a moment when he thought the clouds covered it, but then the sky became clear again as the light of the full moon broke through.
The king thought to himself 'By tomorrow he will be dead, and I hope Arwen will live. I cannot let her go away from me.'
Aragorn walked back to wife's room, but when he got there he found he could not open the door. He stared at it but could not bring himself to open it. He walked to Faramir and Éowyn's room, hoping to find comfort and support.
Aragorn opened the door quietly and went inside. Faramir and Éowyn looked at their king.
"I fear for my wife," he said, as a tear falling from his eye.
"How does she fare?" Éowyn asked.
"Worse, I am afraid," Aragorn said. He thought he was going to lose control; he felt his world was collapsing around him, and he could not do anything.
"Did you leave her alone in the room, my Lord?" Éowyn asked.
Éowyn left the room to be with her lady, and left the men alone so they could comfort each other.
After she left, Faramir walked towards his lord and gave him his hand. Aragorn took the hand, and Faramir led him to the bed. Both men lay down on the bed, and Faramir took the king in his arms and held him close.
"How does Legolas fare?" Faramir asked.
"He will be dead by sunset, soon after you have killed his horse," Aragorn said.
"Why do you want to kill the horse?" Faramir asked.
"Because that way it will appear he had never been here, that is why," Aragorn said.
"So, if Master Gimli comes in search of him and comes here, you will tell him the prince was never here?" Faramir asked.
"Yes!" Aragorn said.
Faramir sighed but did not say a word.
"I want to get rid of everything that belongs to him. I do not want…" Aragorn's voice faded, and Faramir continued for him: "…I know – he never arrived in Minas Tirith."
"Yes," Aragorn said.
Faramir leaned over and kissed his king on the lips. Aragorn moved closer to Faramir and took his face in his hands, smiling at him. The king's face looked calm now; the angry look was now gone. Aragorn kissed the other man softly, and then closed his eyes. Faramir wrapped his arms around his king.
Aragorn slept in his arms. He had a peaceful look on his face, but Faramir knew deep down the king was still angry with Legolas.
'Legolas and his horse will be dead by tomorrow, and I am part of it,' he thought. He did not know if he should be happy or angry. He did not know if what he was doing was right. He could not sleep.
He watched his lord sleep.
It was quiet, too quiet.
He finally slept as he heard his wife sing a lullaby to her lady, trying to comfort her:
"I wonder why
You act so fly
When you try, so hard to try, to try, to try, to try
I see the sky, is open wide
Take a look inside
Its wild like a child, it's free"
Arwen' eyes were closed. Éowyn prayed she would see those beautiful blue eyes open again.
Éowyn stroked her lady's face, her eyes streaming with tears. She lay down next to her lady, still stroking her face, before finally falling asleep.
Arwen's eyes blinked; she opened her eyes for the first time since she was raped.
She still could see him over her, pushing his cock inside her, holding the knife at her throat, and… she cried again. She wished it had just been a nightmare, that it never really happened. She lay on the bed, eyes open, then turned to glare at the sleeping maid next to her. She did not say anything – only watched.
Aragorn woke up first and got out of the bed, staring down at Faramir who was still asleep.
Aragorn began to think if he should kill the elf right away, or if he should wait for his wife for wake up. He was needed her badly; these were difficult times.
Faramir awoke, and did not feel his lover next to him. He looked up and saw Aragorn standing next to the bed.
"Is something wrong my Lord?" he asked.
"I've been thinking what I should do with the elf in the dungeon…" Aragorn began before Faramir cut in.
"And?" Faramir asked.
End of Chapter 6.
Look at the bright side: Arwen is awake, so there is hope.
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