Prisoner of Gondor: 9. 09 - Nothing Exists Anymore

Reader Toolbox   Log in for more tools

9. 09 - Nothing Exists Anymore

Title: Prisoner of Gondor 9

Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com

Beta: Manon. Thank you sweetie.


Rate: R for this chapter.

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, 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.

~*~

I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on

"Even in Death" - Evanescence

~*~

Chapter 9: Nothing Exists Anymore

Aragorn stayed a moment with his wife, happy to see her smile for the first time.

Arwen noticed her husband looking at her. She was worried about Éowyn, as she did not know why she was crying.

"What… what happened to Éowyn?" Arwen asked.

"Faramir died," he replied without any emotion.

"When?" she asked in panic.

The pain Éowyn would be feeling would be terrible. The loss of her husband.

"Where is she?" Arwen asked hastily, knowing that Éowyn would need comforting.

"In the garden, kneeling next to her dead husband. The burial will be tonight," Aragorn said. His voice seemed flat.

Arwen forgot about how she felt and wanted to hurry to be with Éowyn, but Aragorn caught her before she left the room.

"Why?" she asked him.

"You will comfort her only when you feel better, and that is an order!" Aragorn said to his love, who seemed shocked by his words.

"Elfstone, what has happened to you?" Arwen asked him. The smile was gone from her face.

"Nothing has happened to me, my dear wife, only the pain of seeing you hurt broke me inside," Aragorn confessed to her.

"Why did you not stay with me?" Arwen started to attack him. She felt so alone when he was not with her. She felt dirty, and she thought he would not want to touch her anymore.

"I was busy," Aragorn stated and moved his eyes away from her.

"Damrod will keep an eye on you and make sure that no one else hurts you again," Aragorn said, and left the room.

Arwen stared at the door after her husband left. She felt that she did not know him anymore.

After a few moments Damrod came into the room to guard his queen.

Arwen lay down on the bed; her head rested on the pillow, and she shuddered as she began to cry.

~*~

Outside, in the garden…

Éowyn knelt next to her dead husband, and moved her hands over his face, crying: "I love you… I should have told you that I love you, but I did not…"

She felt regret at not telling him in the last moments they had shared before he left.

"He was a great warrior." She heard a voice behind her.

Éowyn turned around and saw her king staring at the Steward of Gondor, but there were no tears in his eyes.

"Why did he leave me?" Éowyn asked him.

"He had a mission and he took it till the end," Aragorn said coldly.

"But why?" Éowyn cried in despair. There was no answer from her king.

Her arms were now on her husband's chest; her tears were falling as she murmured: "Why? Why did you leave me?"

The king's guards pulled Éowyn away from her husband, but her eyes never left his body as she followed them taking him to the tomb that had been made when word had been received that Faramir was dead. Slowly and carefully they placed the body in the tomb and sealed it. No words were spoken. The only sound was the wind rustling the leaves on the trees.

Éowyn read the inscription that was engraved on the tomb:

"Here lies Faramir, brother of Boromir, son of Denethor and Finduilas"

Éowyn began to cry again. She already missed her husband terribly, and thought of joining him in death.

Faramir was her second love; she loved him more than she loved herself.

~*~

Inside the dungeon…

Legolas stared at the whip after Glorfindel had left him. The guards were still outside, and he could hear them laughing. He knew they were laughing at what had been done to him.

He wished to end his life, but then the guards entered the room.

Legolas followed them with his eyes, watching as one of them grabbed the whip. He began to laugh. He was laughing at himself for being so fragile under their hands.

'Gimli where are you?' A voice in his mind reminded him of his lost friend from afar.

He wished the dwarf were here to help him, since his other friend had turned his back on him, and who was determined to see the elf die.

'Please…' Legolas begged in his mind. A weak smile appeared on Legolas' face, as he thought 'the first time that I have begged Gimli… I hope that you will come, before I die…'

The sound of the whip woke him from the thoughts he was lost in.

His whole body was in pain, and fresh blood soon appeared as the guards started to whip him again.

~*~

2 months later… in Imladris…

The guards at the border were surprised to see their lord's horse. They could see there was a rider on him; not an elf, but a human, and he was losing a lot of blood.

"Call Lord Elrond!" one of the guards shouted.

As they helped the rider down from the horse to bring him to the houses of healing, another guard quickly made his way to the main house. "My lord!" he called as he ran to Elrond's chamber.

Elrond, Lord of Imladris, left his room when he heard the guard calling for him.

"What is it?" Elrond asked.

"Your horse, my lord, he is back…" the guard said, managing to speak.

"My horse, but…" Elrond started to say.

"A human was the rider on your horse, my lord," the guard explained.

"What?" Elrond asked wonderingly.

He nodded.

"Where is he?" Elrond asked as he followed the guard to where the boy was, his wounds being attended to by one of the healers.

"He is from Gondor," Elrond said.

"Yes, my lord, we saw the flag, but there was another thing with him," the guard said.

The guards handed to their lord the things they had found with the boy.

"I recognize these; these are the clothes I gave Legolas when he reached his majority. But why are they are covered in blood?" Elrond mused out loud.

"We do not know. Only the boy will have the answers, my lord." the guard replied.

"Call Erestor, we might have found what we were looking for," Elrond ordered softly. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the wounded boy.

The boy began to cry out: "Legolas!!! No!!!" though he did not wake up.

'I hope nothing has happened to Legolas…' Elrond thought worriedly, as he remembered what occurred in Imladris three months ago…

End of Chapter 9.

R/R

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.

Story Information

Author: SivanShemesh

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 4th Age

Genre: Drama

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 10/24/07

Original Post: 02/14/06

Go to Prisoner of Gondor overview

Comments

There are no comments for this chapter. Be the first to comment!

Read all comments on this story

Comments are hidden to prevent spoilers.
Click header to view comments

Talk to SivanShemesh

If you are a HASA member, you must login to submit a comment.

We're sorry. Only HASA members may post comments. If you would like to speak with the author, please use the "Email Author" button in the Reader Toolbox. If you would like to join HASA, click here. Membership is free.

Reader Toolbox   Log in for more tools