TITLE: Final Judgment AUTHOR: Aeneus (aeneus111@hotmail.com) RATING: NC-17 PAIRING: Finrod/Barahir, Finrod/Beren, Finrod/Sauron SUMMARY: Finrod accompanies Beren on his quest for the Silmaril and ends up in the dungeons of Sauron. DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first. DISCLAIMER: All of these characters are Tolkien’s, not mine. This is written purely for my own entertainment and hopefully that of others. FEEDBACK: Highly appreciated WARNING: Torture, Rape NOTE: In responds to the Library of Moria darkfic challenge. --- “Then Sauron stripped from them their disguise, and they stood before him naked and afraid.” // The Silmarillion, Of Beren and Lúthien // --- --“When did you first see Beren?”-- Finrod tried to compose himself. He didn’t know where he was, or how long he had been there. He thought it was just the two of them.....or at least he hoped so. He didn’t want to answer questions, but then again, there was nothing left to want. “In Nargothrond. My scouts had discovered him wandering across the Guarded Plain and they brought him before me. He looked like a wild man covered in dirt, his clothes were torn and his hair unkempt. But still I knew him. He looked so much like his father it left me breathless. He held the ring I had given his father Barahir myself to prove his kinship, and I felt it like a stab through my heart. If he held that ring then my worst fear had come true. Barahir was dead.” --“The ring you received from Amarië? Why had you given it to this Man?”-- “It was during the Battle of Sudden Flame. I was cut off and surrounded, but he came and saved my live. He had told me that he would never desert me, but I didn’t dare to believe it. And there we were together, not knowing how this battle would end or how much time we still had. So I gave him the ring that was given to me in love as a pledge of my own undying love for him.” --“You loved this Man?”-- “With all my heart and all my body. I didn’t care about the shame it might bring on myself. When we lay together it didn’t feel unnatural, even though they say it is. I didn’t understand it, but his beauty and strength were haunting and I saw it lingering there before me in his son. It was as if Men make up for their mortality, by living on so strongly in their children. Beren stood before me and told about his father’s death and all the things that had befallen him after. He had vowed to get a Silmaril for Thingol in exchange for Lúthien’s hand in marriage. His tale was unimaginable. But his strength of spirit was so like his father, I believed it to be possible. I knew then that my fate lay with his. Maybe I was mad, knowingly excepting the doom of the Silmarils. But seeing Beren I felt again the love I still held for his father and I wanted to believe in him. So I knew I could not refuse him my help, however dear it would cost me. My kingdom, my life.....my sanity. Already I was scorned in my own kingdom. Nothing openly, but I noticed the laughs and the looks people gave me. The names they called me. The rumours Celegorm and Curufin spread behind my back. None of which were true. I had never been with anyone, not while hope still remained in my heart for Barahir. But now my only hope lay with Beren and I would not leave his side.” --“You thought the corruption in the father, must also be present in the son.”-- “No! I didn’t think like that.” --“Do you deny he tempted you wrongly?”-- “Don’t say that. He loved Lúthien, there was no doubt in that. He never.....he never did anything.....unseemly towards me. I swear. The fault was mine alone. I was the fool. I left it all to be with him. Against all hope. I stood there in front of my people to announce my decision and only ten chose to accompany us. But that was of no matter. I would have gone alone with him. We didn’t travel long, but every day seemed to last twice its length. To be so near him stirred me. Every time we lay down for the night, I relived the memories of those touches and when I woke the ache of reality was almost paralysing. I admit I longed for him. And even though we were on a doomed quest I was more afraid of his presence so close to me, then facing Morgoth himself. --“Didn’t you try to entice him, like you did his father?”-- “He never knew that. How could I? How could I ever tell him that his own father, who was loved and renowned in equal measure, had engaged in such.....dishonour? So I focused completely on our journey, taking my mind away from my inner torment and to keeping us all and him safe. When we reached the mountains we ran across a band of foul Orcs. All my hidden passion poured out in that fray and all too soon thirty Orcs lay dead around us. We took their gear and weapons and arrayed ourselves in their garments. Then, with a heavy heart, I put forth my power and disguised each of us in the hideous visage of the Orcs. I watched as I distorted that brave face, whose lips whispered her name softly and I was grateful my own face could no longer betray my sorrow. --“You, eldest son of Finarfin, became like an Orc, a creature who mocks the Valar by its very existence.”-- “But our deception didn’t last long. We were waylaid by wolves from Tol Sirion and brought before the chief servant of Morgoth Sauron in Minas Tirith. Oh, he was terrible to behold and his eyes seemed to pierce through my mind, seeking my fears. We did battle in song, his voice penetrating my thoughts while I tried to rival him. But I could feel him creeping closer.....closer to my betraying desire for the Man next to me. I tried, you have to believe me, I tried to overcome him. For the vow I made to Barahir and the love I held for Beren, but it was all leading him too close. He saw it.” --“So you failed.”-- “Yes, I failed. I couldn't hide from him any longer. My power to disguise crumbled and I stood there exposed in my shame. We were brought by Orcs to some filthy pit beneath my once beautiful tower and they put us in shackles. I can’t describe the stench and filth of that place. The air was hot and stale and small animals crawled over our skin and in our hair. Orcs would come and taunt us. The small ones would scratch us and pull our hair, but I sensed they also feared our elfish looks. But there were bigger ones too. They’d beat us and tell us threats from Sauron. He demanded to know our quest. He swore to kill us one by one and leave the last one to unthinkable torture, but we never said a word. None of us utter any word in that grim place. Not to those creatures, or among ourselves for fear of being overheard and that our words might betray us. Then those man-beasts appeared, the ones they call werewolves. They were larger than wolves and some even went on two legs like men. All had eyes that glowed red in the dark. Just like Sauron had threatened, they came for our companions one by one. With their fangs they would devour their victim bit by bit. In my mind I swear they took sometimes hours, slowly eating away the flesh. And the screams were endless. Sometimes they would leave for a while halfway through. In the dark my eyes could make out the mangled body, still alive, waiting for that beast to come back and finish it while rats crawled over it too gnaw the bloody wounds. But at least death would finally claim them and after countless days of witnessing this horror only Beren and I were left. We were weak with hunger and thirst. My wrists were bloody from the manacles and the remains of our companions lay around us, showing me what awaited. At last one of the wolf-men came again. He was bigger than the rest and at first I thought him to be their leader. With him came also two of the larger Orcs. I could hear Beren cry out at the sound, his human eyes too weak to penetrate the dark, but I immediately knew they came for me. I tried to reassure Beren to be quiet and to ready myself for what I thought was to come. The creatures moved towards me, trampling the decaying flesh in their way. I braced myself as the Orcs grabbed my legs and dragged me across the jagged ground until the chains on my wrists didn’t allow for more movement. I could see the gleaming fangs as the wolfman stepped over me and I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain of sliced flesh. But instead I felt a rough tongue lick across my chest. It scraped my skin away in large strokes, making bloody trails well up through my flesh. He continued like this across all of my skin, until I looked like a newly skinned animal. He moved continually lower and at last its tongue wrapped around my limp sex. The pain was unspeakable. It tore my mind back to full consciousness every time that thing was draped along my skin. The two Orcs pulled my legs up to my chest and I was too exhausted to even recognise how exposed I was. Expecting only more torment, I looked down over my bloodied body as best as I could lift my head and I saw the beast stand between those Orcs. My blood was dripping along its teeth and mouth, but all I could focus on was its gross erection jutting out between its legs. Only at that moment did I realise fully what would be done to me. Uselessly I pulled at my bonds while it slowly moved over me. I felt the pain as its claws bored down into my chest and then I saw it.....I looked in those glowing eyes and I saw him. It was him. It was Sauron.....” --“He had seen the perversion in you.”-- “I don’t know. I was too scared to think.” --“He did not do this to any of your companions, did he?”-- “I don’t know.....I don’t know.....All I knew was pain. I couldn’t look away as he pushed that foul thing inside me. I wanted to scream but I was paralysed by that stare.....helpless while he still pressed deeper, until it felt like he would surely split me in half. If only that would have eased his way, but that was not my mercy. Just when I thought it could not be any worse, he pulled out of me and with his full weight drove back in. Then finally I could scream. With each thrust I felt him drive himself further inside than before. Oh how I begged for death or unconsciousness, but it wasn’t granted me. Endlessly I endured my body being forced open by that stabbing hard flesh.” --“This is what you wanted Beren to do to you?”-- “No! Not this.....not this humiliation.....not this pain. Oh Gods.....I still feel him.....buried inside of me. I can feel him slicing me open.....burrowing inside. O please, make it stop!” --“How does it feel?”-- “Like my whole body is being taken over and my will is just push out. With every invasion he expelled more of my soul, until my whole being excited only to be used. Used by this evil creature to get his pleasure from. I could feel his semen burn its way inside as he drove into me for the last time. His shrill howling with his release filled our prison before at last he pulled out of me, making me feel like there was nothing left of me but a giant empty hole. Finally my legs were released and I was too exhausted to even move or struggle while his seed left a burning trail along my thighs. It wasn’t until I smelled the stench of that seed near my face that I realised it wasn’t over yet. I made a futile attempt to move away, but I couldn’t stop him thrust that slimy organ into my mouth, driving my head against the ground with the force. Above me I could hear him growl something in dark speech, while my throat gagged around the hot flesh. That only made him pump in more franticly, eliciting more growls while I suffocated. I was hardly aware of my legs being pulled apart again to open me for one of the Orcs to force his member inside me. All I could feel was that huge erection throbbing and swelling in my mouth, leaving me no choice but to swallow when finally spurts of thick fluid filled my mouth. --“You tasted it.”-- “I don’t remember.” --“But you do.”-- “Oh Gods don’t make me.....It was so unnatural.....unclean and rotting.....” --“You had performed this act for Barahir, didn’t you.”-- “Yes, I know.....but that was nothing like this. Nothing. You don’t understand. I didn’t want this. This was only torment. It didn’t seem to end. I gagged with all the strength left in me, desperate to expel that thing from my mouth. At last the filthy stream into in my body ceased and I was allowed to breathe. Every breath sent spasms through my chest as I imagined that fluid making its way inside me. By their coarse laughing I realised that one of the Orcs had also released himself inside me, or maybe it was already the second one. I couldn’t tell anymore. I don’t remember when it all stopped or any of them leaving. My mind was trapped in the ghost images of those creatures thrusting inside me. I could barely focus when Beren’s voice broke through our self-imposed silence and somehow pulled me from my constant nightmare. Even though his human eyes could not pierce the darkness, he must have sensed my faith at the hands of our tormentors had been different then before. I told him the truth that I was dying, because already I could feel my soul recoil from my defiled body. But I told no more, praying he didn’t guess at the method, even though he pressed me to tell more. Instead I told him to go back to our continued silence while captive in this evil tower. All hope left me then and I felt my senses slowly wither. But still Beren would whisper my name, imploring me not to leave him and I couldn’t let go. In my delirium I held on to that voice and in betrayal of its violation, I felt my body try to heal itself. I don’t know how much time had passed before I suddenly heard the step of one of those werewolves coming closer. I panicked at the sight of two glowing eyes piercing through the dark, staring in mine. Fear rose up inside me like a sickness, bringing back the memory of that putrid taste in my mouth. But then those eyes turned away and fixed on Beren. I gathered all the power left to me and somehow pulled my bonds free. All I could think of was how Beren might suffer like I had suffered. I threw myself onto that evil creature with every bit of my strength. I could feel claws and teeth slice through my flesh and I knew this would be my last act in this live. With strength I didn’t imagined I had I ripped its throat out, ending its evil live. Its black blood streamed over me, mixing with my own and seeping into my open wounds. I felt it already eating away at me while I crawled towards Beren. He cried out at my touch, before realising it was me. I was too weak to attempt to free him and I knew my death was near. I laid myself next to him and with my last strength embraced him. In a travesty of my sacred desire our naked bodies lay together in filth and blood while I said goodbye to him. Just faintly I could hear him cry and softly repeat my name, and with a last caress over the skin that was never meant for me I left him to face my final faith.” --“Do you think your futile sacrifice for this Man would favour you now?”-- “I didn’t care, if only I could buy him some time so that maybe he could be spared from Sauron’s torture then my death was worth it. Doesn’t that mean anything?” --“You died in disgrace with the traces of evil pleasures still on your body and in the arms of a Man for whom you lusted just the same.”-- “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. What do you want from me? I’ve told all you wanted to know. I’ll do anything you want me to do to pay for my offences.....Just tell me what you want and end this.....” --“I decide when this is over.”-- “But I don’t know what to do!.....Oh Gods, Manwë, Aulë, I beg you.....Nienna, hear me.....End this.” --“They have turned from you and your actions long ago. I am the only one to decide your doom.”-- “I can’t take this anymore. Please, please allow me entrance into your halls, haven’t I suffered enough for my failings?” --“Tell me again.”-- “No, not again. Don’t make me go through it again. I beg you, Mandos the all-knowing, please.” --“When did you first see Beren?”-- END --- “then in a place of horror hung with anguish should his limbs be wrung, in bowels of the earth slow endlessly, cruelly put to woe and torment.....” // The Lays of Beleriand, The Lay of Leithian //