Title: In the Name of Faith

Author: Acids (elf_acids@yahoo.com) 

Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/? 

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Imladris is Mirkwood's greatest enemy. What happens when Glorfindel is 
taken captive and meet the abused prince Legolas? 

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I do not own them 
and do not make any money. 

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could think
of) 

Author's note : very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not like 
it, do leave. 

Many thanks for elfishgal for beta reading.

* * * 

Chapter One  
                
Too close, Glorfindel thought to himself.  

He has been traveling for days and has entered the northern part of the dark forest of 
Mirkwood. He wished he has never come this close to enemy's territory, but he had no 
choice. He had to look for Elladan as an unfortunate situation has befallen the young
elf.  

Elrond's twins had gone for a few weeks for orcs hunting, as they usually did after
their 
mother had left to the west. It was the day when Elrohir returned alone to Imladris, 
wounded and bleeding severely, and came to bear his father bad news. 
                 
They have gotten into the other side of the Misty Mountains, when a large number of
orcs 
confronted them. The fight was fierce, but the orcs were too much and the twins had no 
choice 
but to flee. In their escape they got separated. Elladan, getting lost in the chaos,
had gone 
falsely to the direction of Mirkwood forest while Elrohir had managed to turn towards 
Imladris. Both of them were wounded and confused, and by the time they realized they 
were missing each other it was already too late. Elrohir desperately wanted to search
for 
his brother on his own, but was too worn out by his wound, so he decided to go back 
home and look for help.  
       
It took only a few moments for Elrond to gather some soldiers he could spare to search 
for his eldest born. Glorfindel himself was going with them, but halfway to Mirkwood 
they got separated. Glorfindel headed to the north while the soldiers spread out into 
another direction. 

Now as he was roaming over the dark and eerie forest, he wished he had taken some of 
them with him. The borders of the kingdom were near, and although his keen senses had 
not detected anything yet, he felt that danger was close.  

Sighing wearily, the blond lord tightened his hold on the reign of his horse,
Asfaloth, and 
the master and its mare continued to lurk through the trees. 
             
* * *
             
His body hurt tremendously. Every part of it. His shoulder, which has been stabbed by 
the orc's arrow, has been bleeding furiously for days and he didn't know how to stop
it. 
The effect of the poison on the cursed arrow had spread through his whole body, made 
him severely weak, his head dizzy and his sight blurred. His right ankle was broken.
His 
mare, which has been stabbed by multiple orcs arrows, had fallen on him before she lay 
dead. It was not her fault really, she has loyally carried him so far from the beasts
despite 
her own injuries, and when she died, he had mourned for her. 

Elladan knew, if no help came, he will die very soon. Alone and far from home. If it’s
not 
by all the wounds he had already suffered, it will come by the hands of Mirkwood's
elves. 
                  
He knew this forest, although he had never been here before. This is Mirkwood forest, 
where its elves, the greatest enemy of Imladris' elves, occupied the land. He didn’t
know 
if he was in the northern part of the forest, but his feeling told him that he was
indeed 
near the kingdom’s borders. How was it that Thranduil's border patrols have not yet 
located his presence, Elladan did not know. 

He leaned back on the trunk of the huge tree he has been sitting on and tried hard to 
suppress the pain in his body.                     

All he could think was the Mirkwood elves. His quiver was empty and his bow was long 
gone, the only weapons he had were his twin knives. If the enemy did show, he will
fight 
them. He will not stand a chance to get out of it alive, not with his already battered
body, 
but he will welcome his death with all his heart. Better to die than to be taken
captive by 
those who he hated so much. Elladan knew if he would be captured, he will make a very 
valuable ransom, for he is one of the sons of Imladris' Lord.  

He snapped out of his thoughts as his still keen hearing picked out something or
someone 
approaching. His body tensed abruptly and his right hand silently sheeted one of his
long 
knives. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The time to defend his honor has 
come.  
        
The dark haired elf pushed himself up slowly and hissed silently when his whole body 
screamed in agony from the act. He swayed slightly and put one hand to take a hold on 
the tree. Pressing his back flatly on the tree, his grip on the knife tightened, and
he 
waited. 
                
That something came into his view. It appeared to be only one man and a horse, walking 
cautiously and making no sound at all, save for their breaths. Elladan peered
carefully 
through 
the tree, relief washed over him when he saw who the approaching figure was. 
                   
“Glorfindel" 
                 
Glorfindel started at the sound. He swirled around, his hand flew to his sword, ready
to 
face the attacker, only to see Elladan a few feet away staggered on his knees. His
legs had 
failed him. The blond lord rushed to his side, his mare followed closely.
                   
“Elladan" 
       
The youngster looked up at him as he caught the falling body. Glorfindel swallowed
hard, 
seeing the condition his former pupil was in. His shoulder bled like water from a
broken 
dam, his leg looked like it has been twisted, and his face was so pale. The older elf 
immediately gathered the weak body in his arms. 
                  
“Orc arrow stabbed me" Elladan said weakly to his chest with a hitched voice, “It was 
poisoned. And my leg is broken"  

“Where is your horse, Elladan?" Glorfindel asked in worried tone. The twin looked like 
he would pass out any second. 

“She is dead. I left her on the edge of the forest" 
                 
“I will bring you home" Glorfindel replied in a soothing voice, “As much as I want to 
treat your wounds right now, we must make haste. It is not safe here. I will see to it
when 
we get out of the woods" 

Elladan nodded, too weak to say anything.  
                 
Glorfindel put him on Asfaloth's back and mounted after him, holding him close.  

“Did Elrohir make it back?" Elladan asked, leaning his head into the other's shoulder.
He 
remembered his younger brother at the attack, he has fought a distance away from him, 
and 
when they got apart, the older twin got so worried. 

“Elrohir is safe, pen-neth" Glorfindel said, “Wounded, but safe. And you will too,
once 
we get home" 

Elladan gave him a small smile. Already the imagination of his house and family 
strengthened him.  

Then Asfaloth turned away and started to walk. 
                 
They were strolling on the quiet forest and had reached a small clearing with greasy 
grass, when suddenly a sound of a continuous keening wail stopped them. It sounded
like 
a hurting bird and it echoed through the massive trees. Asfaloth reared uneasily and 
looked ready to turn on his heels. 
                   
The two elves tensed. 

Glorfindel's head turned from side to side, his blond mane swaying as he did so.  

“Wood elves, " he announced.  
                  
The keening wail they heard was the battle cries of the Mirkwood elves. He had heard
it 
before numerous times. Glorfindel has not seen them yet, but knew they are coming. The 
wood elves have spotted them and will definitely not let them go.  
                   
He dismounted, holding his long bow, and turned to the frightened youngling on the 
mare. 

“Elladan, Asfaloth will take you back" he said hastily, “Ride hard and do not look
back. I 
will stay here and hold them" 
                   
“Nay!" Elladan cried out, reaching for his long knife, “I will fight with you. I will
not 
leave you alone" 

“You are in no condition to fight!" Glorfindel said sternly, “Asfaloth will ride
faster if he 
carries only you on his back. Make it to the borders and you will be safe" 
                   
Elladan looked at him, unshed tears in his dark eyes. 

“Go, pen-neth, now!" the blond shouted.  

“I will come back to get you Glorfindel" Elladan hold the reign. He didn't have any 
choice but to obey his former mentor. 

“Go!" Glorfindel said again, stepping backwards, he whispered to his mare, “Noro lim 
Asfaloth, faeste"  
                   
Asfaloth reared and sprang forward without his master. Tears flowed on Elladan's face
as 
he rode hard on the horse; he did not look back as Glorfindel bid. 

"I will come and get you" he repeated the vow silently. 
                   
Glorfindel notched an arrow as he took a defensive position, and looked around in
alert. 
He thought he could see them, a brown and green something and whips of blond locks 
behind the trees and bushes.  

His senses told him that they surrounded him. The open clearing where he stood did not 
seem too promising for any escape attempt; he had no choice but to fight them.                   

Glorfindel took aim and shot an arrow in an accurate speed at the first figure who
burst 
out from behind the bushes. 
                   
TBC…


Chapter Two 


The blond figure dropped dead before it even touched the ground, as Glorfindel's arrow 
pierced right through his chest.
Afterwards, almost at once, more figures burst out from behind the trees and bushes,
all 
clad in the green and brown uniform of Mirkwood’s soldiers, and with swords in their 
hands, they advanced quickly to the elf in the center of the clearing.  

Glorfindel hands seemed to move on their own accord. He kept stepping backward while 
shooting his arrows in a tremendous speed, making victims out of enemies. His aim was 
acutely accurate and not one arrow was wasted. More dead bodies dropped to the ground, 
surrounding him. But he soon found his quiver empty. Throwing the bow, he unsheeted 
the sword hanging on his waist.  

Somehow he had managed to glance over his shoulder, and saw Asfaloth with his rider, 
already in the distance very far away. Certain that the young elf was out of range, 
Glorfindel turned around to dodge two swords aimed at his head from two soldiers, and 
pushed back. They parrying furiously for a moment before the older and more 
experienced Imladris elf finished the fight, cutting through two bodies with measured 
accuracy. He cursed when he saw more elves were coming near, circling him. 

Soon he found himself surrounded with swords and blond elves, all lunged at him. The 
Imladris lord gave a good fight. His sword glinting in sunlight and reddened by more
and 
more blood from his dead enemies. But as time went by, Glorfindel could 
feel himself slowly tiring and starting to lose hope. He looked around and saw more
elves 
were coming; it was like a whole troop had been sent there. There was certainly no 
chance of escape.  

Glorfindel could fight an army of orcs, or maybe human, all by himself and most 
undoubtedly will win. He didn't get his title as a Balrog slayer at nothing. But what
he 
was fighting right now was elves, nonetheless Mirkwood’s elves. The Sindar were                
well known as fierce warriors, strong and highly skilled. They moved very quickly and 
could fight for hours. He could feel the pressure they put him into and that he was 
beginning to lose this battle. He panted hard, as he blocked another blow. His arm
which 
hold the sword began to ache terribly and his whole body and clothes dampened heavily 
by sweats. 

He just finished slashing a body on his right and turned around to face the next one. 
There was one blond elf already waiting for him. This elf looked a bit different from
the 
other soldiers. He wore not a soldier's uniform, but a silver green tunic and
leggings, and 
Glorfindel saw the emblem of a Mirkwood royal sewed on the up front of the tunic, an 
insignia showing his important rank. Wondering who this one was, he waited as the elf 
approached and encircling him, a menacing smirk upon his handsome face.

In an instance the two elves were drawn in a dance of battle. From the corner of his
eyes, 
Glorfindel could see that the other soldiers had stilled themselves. They stood in a
circle 
around the battle and watched in silent. 

The fight was fierce. The elf whom Glorfindel fought was definitely more skilled than
the 
others he had fought. His movements were deadly and Glorfindel had to work very hard 
to block all the attacks aimed at his head and body. If he was in a better condition,
he 
might have put up a better fight and would have probably bested him, but as he was 
already weakened, all Glorfindel could do was defending himself, dodging and blocking 
all the way. That too was not working very well. One final straight blow ended the
battle 
between the two, sending Glorfindel’s sword flying to the air from his tired hand, and 
then it was all over. The Mirkwood elf quickly tackled him to the ground, straddled
him 
and pressing the edge of his sword to Glorfindel’s throat. 

“You gave a good fight, Noldo scum,” the elf hissed. His piercing blue eyes bore into
the 
green ones of his captive. 

Glorfindel did not reply; he was too busy trying to gain some breath under the weight
of 
the body that pressured him.

“I know who you are,” the blond elf continued, “You have killed many of my men and I 
will make sure that you will pay for it.”

 An elf stepped forward, and addressing the blond elf.
 
“Your father sent word for you, prince Felenduir,” the soldier said respectfully, “He 
wants you back at the palace.”

Glorfindel eyed the elf on top of him. He had heard of this prince, the strongest and
most 
skilled fighter among all of Mirkwood's warriors, and whose name is a constant threat 
among his enemies, including Rivendell.  

Felenduir stared back at him and got up.

“Get him up,” he ordered to his soldiers, “Bind his hands. He will make my father most 
pleased.”

* * * 

Thranduil and his eldest born, the crown prince Alderios, were standing at the head of
the 
throne room and watched intently, as their new prisoner was brought forward with two 
soldiers holding him. Felenduir was walking at his side. They halted in front of the
two 
royals.

Felenduir kicked the legs of the bound elf, making him dropped hard, kneeling to the 
stone marble floor. 

“So, Glorfindel,” Thranduil, clad in his kingly attire, regarded him with unhidden 
amusement, “This is rather unexpected. I thought that an elf lord would think
thoroughly 
before sneaking and spying into my kingdom.”

“I was not spying,” Glorfindel cut sharply. His green eyes glared at the king, No fear 
whatsoever showed in them, “I was in search of Elrond’s son. He was wounded by orcs.”

Thranduil raised his delicate eyebrows.

“Elrond’s son had come into my realm?“ he said in surprise “I should have known.”

He looked at his second son.

“What had happened to him?” 

“He managed to run away with a horse, Ada,” Felenduir replied, “We should have been 
able to catch him if we were not too occupied with this one.”

“Ah,” Thranduil looked again at the kneeling blond, “That is a shame. Elrond’s son
could 
have made a very valuable prisoner.”

He paused then smiled cruelly, “But no matter. You too will make the same precious
one, 
if not better.”

Glorfindel did not make a comment. Only his eyes followed every movement made by 
the king. 

“Now my Noldo lord,” Thranduil said, “As your stay here apparently will be long 
enough, you are certainly aware that we might demand some things from you. My sons 
and I will want to learn about your fair land. And in order to maintain your good
health, I 
suggest you shall pass the information easily... “

“You will have none from me!” Glorfindel shouted angrily. He knew this was coming. 
Why else Thranduil would regard him as a precious prisoner? 

He gasped aloud when a sharp kick from Felenduir hit his ribs, and he almost doubled 
over. But the guards held his shoulders tightly, forcing him to straight up. He
panted, and 
swallowed down the pain. 

“Now, now, Glorfindel,” Thranduil shook his head. His long blond hair swayed elegantly 
around his pale face, “That was not a very wise decision, now was it? I strongly
advised 
you to think it over, as I think I would not like it very much if too much harm is
done to 
you.”

“He could think it over when he feels the coldness of our dungeons,” Alderios cut off, 
starring at the Noldo with eagle eyes, “He will break once he gained some experiences 
that even a Balrog could not give him.”

Glorfindel did nothing but give his best snort.

“Do as you will,” he replied with hate, “I will never break. Not for you dirty Sinda.” 

This time Felenduir's fist caught his jaw, hard, and made his head bounce backwards,
to 
the body of the guard behind him. He coughed slightly, feeling the blood tracing down 
from his split lips.  
                  
“My sons are not as patient as me, Glorfindel,” Thranduil said warningly, “Do not
force 
more trouble upon your already helpless situation. Your resistance will bring none but 
your own destruction.”

Glorfindel glared at him once more and spat the blood in his mouth on the floor in the 
front of the king’s feet.

Thranduil’ blue eyes glinting with rage.

“Take him to the dungeons!” he barked at the guards, “It seems he had chosen the hard 
way. Break him but do not kill him. He is more useful being alive than dead.”
                  
The guards hauled Glorfindel to the door, with Felenduir following closely, and 
Glorfindel sent one last venom look towards the king and his eldest son.

TBC….



Title: In the Name of Faith (3/?)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/? 

Summary: Imladris is Mirkwood’s greatest enemy. What happened when 
Glorfindel had been taken captive and met the abused prince Legolas? 

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just 
borrowing them. 

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could 
think of) 

Author’s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not 
like it, do leave. 

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I am so happy, and yes, I do own Legolas’ 
brothers.
Sorry for the shortness of this chapter and thank u again elfisgal for beta reading.

* * * 

Chapter Three 

Erestor lifted his head as two guards on horses entered the front yard of Elrond’s 
manor. One of them was holding an unconscious form in his arms, Erestor 
gasped when he saw who it was. He broke into a run, hastily approaching them. 

“Elladan!” 

The advisor took the body from the guard and examined him quickly. Elladan 
was bleeding heavily from his shoulder and he looked terribly exhausted. His 
body burned with fever and his lips were blue, the signs of poisoning. Erestor 
also took notice of his broken leg. 

“We spotted him outside our border, my lord,” one of the guards said, “He was 
riding Asfaloth and Lord Glorfindel was not in sight.”
                  
Erestor nodded. Questions could be delayed, it was more important to save 
Elladan’s life. He carried the young elf inside and headed quickly to the House of 
Healing. Then he felt the young one starting to move. 

“Glorfindel,” the twin barely whispered, his head lolled on Erestor’s chest, “The 
Sindar attacked him in Mirkwood forest. He was trying to protect me.”

Erestor felt a tight knot in his stomach at hearing these words. This was not 
good. Not good at all.  
But he hid his distress and managed to smile at the weak elf in his arms. 

“’Tis alright, pen-neth,” he said soothingly, “Your Ada will search for him. Now all 
we need to do is tend to your wounds.”

Sending a quick prayer to the Valar that Glorfindel will survive, Erestor brought 
the beaten body to the healing house and told a servant to fetch Elrond. 

* * * 

Glorfindel stirred, and tried to find a more comfortable position on the cot he was 
lying on. It was difficult task as the mattress was hard and cold. He laid his head 
back carefully on the thin pillow and sighed.
                 
He didn't know how long it was since his capture. It could have been a week or 
just a few days. All he knew was that his whole body hurt terribly from head to 
toe. Bruises were everywhere, including on his arms and legs. His back was 
plastered with dried blood and felt extremely sore from the whipping. He 
continuously saw stars in his eyes as a result of a dizzy head and two of his 
fingers were broken. 

The Sindar were true to their words about making him speak. They did nothing to 
him except whipping and beating him since the first day. And there was no sign 
that it was going to stop. They kept asking him everything and anything about 
Rivendell, mostly about its defense system, and he kept his mouth tightly shut all 
the time, safe only for curses and muffled screams. Lately they stopped asking 
him questions, just merely tortured him, determined to draw any word from his 
mouth, as Glorfindel too was determined not to give them any. 

At least Elladan is safe. That thought slightly lightened his darkened mood. The 
twin would likely to have reached Imladris’ borders by now, and should be home 
safely, surrounded by Elrond and his family. That if he didn’t run into more orcs. 
But Asfaloth is a strong horse, the strongest of all mares. He could escape even 
the Nazgul, and orcs would mean nothing to him. 

As for his own faith, Glorfindel was not very sure. 

He wondered what Elrond would do when he learns of his capture. Most likely 
the Rivendell lord would come here with the whole army of Rivendell to rescue 
him, much to Glorfindel’s dismay. Glorfindel was not fond of battles, having 
experienced it a lot, and hoped that his release will go by some sort of peace 
agreement. Something like that was unlikely to take place, considering Thranduil 
and his sons’ stubbornness and resilience. 

The king never bothered about him. Glorfindel never saw him again since that 
first day of his capture. He seemed to have put this matter to be solved by his 
sons. 

Alderios would spend some time from his daily chores to check on him, merely 
watching him enduring his torture. The crown prince would ask some questions 
himself, but would soon leave as he would never get any answers. It was the 
second born of Thranduil that got on Glorfindel’s nerve. 

Felenduir was a very cruel elf, and Glorfindel hated him fiercely. The younger elf 
would torture him for hours; he would take the whip in his own hand and would 
do the tormenting himself. It was he who broke Glorfindel’s fingers when the 
Imaldris’ lord could not stand him anymore and spat on his face. Felenduir 
seemed to draw some kind of satisfaction from every torment done by his own 
hands. How was it that Thranduil had managed to raise a son to be so brutal, 
Glorfindel did not wish to know, but he knew that one he would be free, Felenduir 
would be the one who will first suffer from his wrath. 

He sighed again, and slowly looked around. The cell has nothing but a cot and a 
small table beside the bed. He gazed at a bowl of water resting in the corner of 
the cell.
He got up very slowly, as every small movement brought piercing pain 
throughout his body. Maybe by washing his wounds, the pain would slightly go 
away.
 
The blond elf was about to move toward the corner, when the door of his cell 
opened with a loud bark. 

Gildor, Felenduir’s captain, walked in and regarded the prisoner. A cruel smirk 
showed upon his face. 

“Ready for another wonderful day, my lord?” he asked mockingly. A glint of 
danger in his blue eyes, “Come, Prince Felenduir would like to have a bit of a 
word with you.” 

TBC…
 

Title: In the Name of Faith (4/?)

Author: Acids (elf_acids@yahoo.com)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/? 

Summary: Imladris is Mirkwood’s greatest enemy. What happens when 
Glorfindel is taken captive and meets the abused prince Legolas? 

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just 
borrowing them. 

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could 
think of)
                 
Author’s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not 
like it, do leave. 


So sorry for any mistake in the past chapters and thanks for the nice reviews. For 
all Legolas' fans, please be patient, he'll appear in the 5th chapter. As for Elrond 
and Thranduil, I have only small portion for them in this fic. Please do no not kill 
me for these, okay? And I am sorry for all of you who didn't like this fic and gave 
me flames, you guys almost succeeded in making me stop writing.
 
Thanks so much elfishgal for beta reading.

* * * 

Chapter Four 


Glorfindel sat on his cot, wondering what time it was of the day. They hadn't let 
him outside even once, there were no windows at the dungeons, and he longed 
to see the light. He longed to feel the sunlight upon his face and the breeze of the 
wind blowing through his hair. He knew that he would not experience it, not for a 
long time it seemed. 

It was strange that they have not beaten or torture him for the last couple of days. 
They let him rest in peace in his own little cell. Inwardly Glorfindel was a bit 
suspicious of what kind of plan they hold at him, but nonetheless, he received the 
treatment gladly. They probably just wanted him to regain some strength before 
continuing their torment. 

However, he had managed to sleep quite well in the last two days and his 
wounds were almost healed. The ancient elf hoped to gain his full strength back, 
as he thought of a way to escape. The chances were thin, but he might just give 
it a try.  

He startled slightly as the door opened. Wondering if those creatures had 
recently changed their minds and were back to give him some tortures, he 
readied himself and lifted his head.

That orc-like elf, Gildor, stood at the doorway with the usual smirk upon his face. 
Glorfindel had grown to hate that elf and his smirk, just like he hated Felenduir. 

“Good evening, my lord," Gildor said smugly. So it was already evening, “How do 
you fare today? I hope you are well for I have not seen you for two rounds of the 
moon. " 

Glorfindel let out an audible snort at the very friendly regard. 

“Come," Gildor said again, gesturing for him to stand up, “You will come with 
me." 

Glorfindel followed him slowly, with one guard at each side of him. To his 
surprise, they did not take him to the usual torturing room; instead they moved 
him towards the stairs. The four elves walked through the door outside the 
dungeons and headed to what seemed like the soldier’s barrack. Glorfindel’s 
head spin slightly from being caught in the sun after being trapped in darkness 
for so long and his mind reeled at a chance to escape.  

The hope diminished as once they were inside, Gildor led them through the long 
corridor, filled with Mirkwood’s soldiers. Glorfindel felt rather than saw, the hated 
stares of all the elves bore to him. He chose to ignore them and walked quietly 
behind Gildor. The four strolled quietly through the main corridor, past the dining 
hall and kitchen, and ended in one of the bathrooms at the edge of the huge 
barrack.

“Inside," Gildor gestured for him to enter. 

Glorfindel, confused, walked in hesitantly. Gildor gave him a slight push on the 
back and followed closely. The two guards remained outside.

He saw the bathtub already filled with hot water, and suddenly felt the urgent 
need to put his battered body into the seemingly very comfortable warm water, 
but he hold his step and turned around to face the Mirkwood captain. 

“What is this all about?" he asked in a stern voice. 

“What do you think it is about?" Gildor asked back, “You will take a bath. 
Disrobe." 

Gildor’ order sounded like a slap to his ears. He frowned in disbelief at the wood 
elf, who merely raised one of his eyebrows. 

“You are sick, you know that, do you not?" Glorfindel asked in sudden anger.  

Gildor eyed him, a spark of mischief glinting in his eyes.

“I have my order to take you to bath," he replied sarcastically, “It does not matter 
if you refused. It only means that I will have my men do it to you by force." 

“You expected me to take a bath in front of you?" Glorfindel hissed, realizing the 
helplessness of the situation. 

“The choice is not yours to make, now is it?" Gildor said, starring at Glorfindel up 
and down, ”Now disrobe."

They stood in a tense silent for a moment, before Glorfindel claimed defeat. 
Slender fingers moved, trembling slightly, over the buttons on his already torn 
tunic. He will be humiliated, but being forced to take a bath will be even more 
devastating. He was fully aware that Gildor had not closed the bathroom door 
which meant that anyone passing by might observe what was going on inside. 
Already he could feel the eyes of the two guards starring at him.

"You will pay for this, orc," he said to himself. 

His tunic fell off, revealing his smooth creamy chest and flat stomach. As he 
began to rustle at the lacing on his leggings, Glorfindel abruptly turned around. 
Better not see into their eyes. He glanced briefly at Gildor who stood watching 
him, his face impassive. 

Glorfindel was just finishing unlacing his leggings and about to pull it down when 
he felt a cold hand shoving him to the wall, pinning him face first. He greeted his 
teeth as a body pressed onto his' and a pair of hands ran over his back 
appreciatively. 

“So beautiful," Gildor said softly, nibbled slightly on the blonde's pointed ear, 
“Even after all those tortures." 

He snaked one hand to Glorfindel’s lower back, drawing lazy circles over the firm 
buttocks, then circling the slim waist and stroking the inner sides of the slender 
thighs. His other hand curled around Glorfindel’s waist and held him tight, 
pressing their bodies closer. 

Glorfindel curled his fists on the wall and put his forehead on it, restraining the 
deadly urge to turn around and strangle the other elf. He took a deep shuddering 
breath, and tried to calm himself to endure any kind of torture Gildor had in his 
sick mind. He gasped when Gildor’s hand moved to reach inside his unlaced 
leggings, to grope around his shaft. 

“They say you are thousands years of age," Gildor lips now moved to the contour 
of his neck, blowing warm breaths upon the sensitive skin, “However, gwador, I 
have some difficulties to believe that fact. You looked like a pretty elfling just
past 
his majority." 

“Get away from me," Glorfindel almost spat the words. 

He could feel the hardness being pressed against his lower back, a strict 
evidence of the dark desire of the other elf, and gasped slightly.

“Oh but I will have you," the Sinda breathed over the golden locks, “Once my 
lords grow bored of you, I have but to ask." 

His comment made a cold shiver run down Glorfindel’s spine. What did they 
actually want to do with him? Make him a consort? The idea seemed so 
frightening. If it was indeed true, Glorfindel certainly would not let them. He will 
fight them, again, even if it will lead to his death. Death is better than being a 
fancy toy consumed by those he hates.  

Gildor continued his assault for several moments, driving the Noldo into deeper 
humiliation. Glorfindel focused all his strength to remain calm and still, even 
though he was sure now that every soldier in that part of the quarter must have 
been watching. 

But to his relief, Gildor didn’t do more than touch and kiss him. With a heavy sigh 
and an un-sated look upon his face, the Mirkwood elf moved back and gestured 
for Glorfindel to continue what he was supposed to be doing. 

“Be quick," he ordered, “My lords are awaiting for your presence." 

Relieved and still trembling slightly, Glorfindel obeyed, pulling down his leggings 
and stepping into the bathtub. 

* * * 

Gildor led Glorfindel through the massive corridors and enormous halls of 
Thranduil’s palace. The blond lord walked in silence and didn’t bother to look 
around. He had been given a pair of new clothes to wear and been told to brush 
and re-braid his hair. Now as he followed the elf, Glorfindel was
he had been brought here. The words said by Gildor back in the bathroom kept 
ringing in his head. He didn’t like the sound of it and he really had a bad feeling 
about it. He desperately wanted to run away but with the guards constantly 
around him, there was just no chance. 

They finally reached the private dining room made only for the royal family. 
Felenduir and Alderios already seated on the chairs. Thranduil was not seen 
present. 

“Ah, finally you've made it," Alderios gestured for Glorfindel to have a sit next to 
his younger brother, “I thought it would take forever to bring you down here. 
Thank you Gildor." 

The said elf bowed in respect and took his leave. 

Felenduir starred blatantly at Glorfindel with his pair of piercing blue eyes while 
the Noldo hesitantly took his seat next to him. 

“You looked exquisite," the blond prince said, made Glorfindel' head snapped up 
at the comment. 

The expression on Felenduir’s face was unreadable, and Glorfindel suddenly 
wished that he was still in the dungeons. 

TBC…

Gwador - cousin


Title: In the Name of Faith (5/?)
Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/?
Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was 
just borrowing them.
Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I 
could think of)
Author’s note: very, very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you 
do not like it, do leave.

Legolas will have a leading role in the next chapter, I swear!
Thank you to my beta reader EG.
* * *
Chapter Five

Glorfindel put himself on the chair and tried to sit comfortably, despite the 
tense situation around him. His attention was quickly drawn to a figure of 
a young elf sitting next to Alderios, right across from him. At first 
Glorfindel thought that the elf was a maiden, mayhap Alderios' wife or 
lover, for the young elf had a fine porcelain skin over the face and long 
blond hair that shine like a golden silk. But as he looked at the strong 
jaws and the slightly broad shoulders, he was certain that the elf was a 
male. Never before in the duration of his long life, Glorfindel had ever 
seen such an elf. This elf was undeniably the most beautiful creature he 
had ever laid eyes upon. 

His face presented an ethereal and intoxicating beauty, added by a pair of 
large ocean blue eyes and pink soft lips. His body, although half hidden 
by the table, looked slim although definitely must be strong, regarding the 
slender muscles that showed behind the tunic he was wearing. The long 
golden hair cascaded around his shoulders and his skin was just perfect. 
The ancient elf began to question who this elf was, but as he noticed a bit 
resemblance of appearance between that elf and the other two 
presented, he knew the answer right away. The young elf however didn’t 
looked up even the slightest to return his stare. He kept his head bowed 
down, starring blankly at the empty plate in front of him.

Alderios saw the way Glorfindel looked at the elf at his side, and smiled 
devilishly.

"You recognized a beauty after all, my dear lord," the crown prince said in 
a mocking tone, "I am certain that one like this does not exist in your 
realm.  Such a beauty is rare even in all of middle-earth. Meet, Legolas, 
my youngest brother." He put up a hand to stroke the long hair of the 
squirmed elf, and added cruelly, "And my beautiful consort."

Glorfindel green eyes widened and he watched in horrid sickness as 
Alderios pulled his youngest brother’ long hair and kissed him forcefully 
on the mouth. A soft whimper left the younger elf’ lips but he did not make 
a move, except to shrink further in his chair, and let his older brother do 
whatever he will. Glorfindel swallowed and fought the bile in his stomach. 
How can these elves be so cruel, treating one of their own kin like such, 
moreover one of their own blood? And how come Thranduil approves of 
this?

He heard Felenduir chuckling at his side. "Forgive my brother," the prince 
said; pouring wine into Glorfindel’ glass, "He just got a bit….carried away. 
Now come, let us eat."

When finally Alderios ended his assault, the four began to eat slowly. The 
food presented was more like food for a feast and the wine tasted so well, 
and as much as Glorfindel wanted to enjoy all of these while he could, he 
had lost all interest.

The two elder princes of Mirkwood were drinking wines like it was merely 
water and as the night grew on, the two were getting definitely drunk. 
Glorfindel tried to stay as far as his position allowed him from Felenduir, 
who became dangerously flirtatious. He felt a hand brushing over his 
thigh under the table and he stiffened. Once he glanced at Legolas, who 
stayed silent during the whole meal, and saw the young elf stared at him 
with the same nervousness. It was when Alderios pulled Legolas roughly 
to his lap and started to kiss and grope him, that Glorfindel became 
incredulously fidgeting. The air smelled strongly with a scent of sex and 
arousal that he could almost tasted it in his mouth.

He tensed, again, when he felt a cold hand on his back. Felenduir, who 
has watching his brothers' activity for quiet some time, silently stroked the 
back and hair of the blond lord with a predatory gaze on his face. 
Glorfindel jerked away from the touch and looked into the elf beside him 
angrily.

Felenduir frowned, eyes glinting in raising fury. He stood up and without 
any word, grabbed Glorfindel’ upper arm and yanked the blond beauty to 
his feet, dragging him outside the dining room. Alderios pushed Legolas 
away and quickly followed suit.

Glorfindel thought he saw unshed tears brimming in Legolas' eyes as he 
watched him being dragged away. Legolas made a move as if to follow 
them, but his brother glare rooted him on his place. Quivering, the young 
elf sat still, his face wrecked with worry.

The three blond elves walked quietly passed numerous corridors and 
halls, with Felenduir kept his grip on Glorfindel’ hand all the time, until 
they finally made it to Felenduir’ chamber. Knowing exactly what was 
coming, Glorfindel started to fight. He halted to an abrupt stop and began 
struggling to get away from Felenduir’ vice-like grip. Felenduir would have 
none of it and pinned the Noldo to the wall.

Alderios jumped to aid his brother. He grabbed a hand full of Glorfindel's 
long hair in a fist and threw his other arm around the slim waist, while 
Felenduir caught both hands of the blond seneschal. The younger prince 
kicked the door open with one of his legs and the two elves brutally 
dragged Glorfindel inside the huge room.

Glorfindel fought with all the power he had, but he was losing fast. The 
two princes were at the same height and the same slender built as him, 
and definitely had the same strength. Their strength however seemed to 
have increased a level or two by the toxic in their bodies. They swung him 
down on the large bed very roughly, and he yelped when Felenduir 
dropped his own body on top of him, straddling him, while Alderios quickly 
chained both his wrists to the headboard. Glorfindel continued to trash 
about and cursed with every awful language he knew, until Felenduir 
curled his fist into his golden locks and pulled forward.

"Do not fight this, pretty one," the blond prince said in clear warning. His 
voice deep and husky, and Glorfindel could smell the strong scent of wine 
from his mouth. He looked into the blue eyes, which were now blackened 
with lust. "I will have you," Felenduir murmured, "And I will break you."

Burned by hatred and sudden fear, Glorfindel spat on Felenduir’ face, 
which earned him numerous mighty blows upon his face and abdomen. 
Feeling dizzy and almost losing consciousness, Glorfindel could feel a 
cold metal, which felt like a knife, tearing his tunic and leggings, and 
stripping him down naked. He dazedly heard soft rustle of clothes, and 
the next thing he felt were two naked bodies pressing close to him.

Alderios began his attack by running his tongue down the side of 
Glorfindel' face, stopped slightly to kiss the Noldo on the mouth, tasting 
the blood on the torn lips. The Sinda then lowered to suck and bit 
savagely on the pale neck, while his hands played with Glorfindel' nipples. 
Meanwhile Felenduir busied himself with the blond' lower body. He parted 
Glorfindel' legs and began licking and grinding his teeth mercilessly over 
the slim thighs.

Glorfindel’ breathing became harsh and labored. To have two attacking 
him at the same time was too much for him to bear. Soon he began to 
cease his struggle and instead started to writhe helplessly. Determined 
not to let out any sound, the poor elf kept his lips tightly shut and tried 
very hard to numb himself, as his body began to feel hurt all over from the 
careless acts. Nothing could prepare him however, as he felt a blunt 
finger entered his tight opening. It burned a lot and he bit down hard to 
stifle a whimper. He wearily tested the chains around his wrists but they 
were very tight. Glorfindel bit harder at his lip when he felt the finger 
doubled, stroking in and out, stretching him.

Alderios bit at his neck one last time and lifted his face. "Tell us what we 
want to know, Noldo," Alderios whispered darkly, looking straight into the 
green eyes, "Just the slightest. Then we shall make stop of this."

Glorfindel shot a killing glare at him. "Miqula orqu, Sinda," he hissed, 
readying himself for the worst.

Alderios' lips twitched into a devilish smile, and he replied icily, "Manka lle 
merna."

He took strong hold on Glorfindel’ shoulders and nodded to Felenduir. 
The younger prince smirked, pulling his fingers out of Glorfindel’ body and 
positioning himself between the parted thighs. Then with one hard thrust, 
he pushed deeply into the blond' body.

A strangled sound came from Glorfindel' throat, his hands grabbed tightly 
at the chains for support, and he threw his head back onto the pillow. The 
pain was overwhelming. He felt like his body had been torn in two from 
the inside. He closed his eyes and thrashed anew, trying to pull out of the 
contact, but the strong hold on his hips and shoulders prevented him of 
doing so. Felenduir certainly did not have any intention to be gentle. He 
didn’t give Glorfindel time to adjust and continued to ram harder and 
harder into the slender body. Glorfindel was sure some tissues inside him 
were torn by the hard thrusts, as he felt warm liquid began pouring down 
from his lower back.

It seemed like forever. Nothing could have been heard inside the room, 
except for the panting breath of Felenduir and the muffled screams from 
Glorfindel. At last, with one final violent thrust, Felenduir groaned aloud, 
and Glorfindel felt his seed jetting inside him. He opened watery eyes to 
see Felenduir pulling out of him. Then the two brothers switched places. 
Alderios caught his eyes, and repeated his earlier request.

"Still refuse to speak, my lord?"

Glorfindel turned his head aside and said nothing. The worst had already 
happened; talking now would not change anything. They will have their 
ways anyhow.

"Very well," he heard Alderios said. He couldn’t hold back an anguish cry 
this time, as Alderios wrecked his entrance once again, with the same 
brutal force as his brother'. Pain darkened the Imladris elf' feature, and 
Glorfindel silently sent a prayer to the Valar to take consciousness away 
from him. He welcomed it happily when his prayer was answered, and 
greeted the surrounding darkness that began engulfing him.

TBC
Mellon-nin - my friend
Miqula orqu - go kiss an orc
Manka lle merna - if you wish


More author' note: Elflover : Glorfindel was stripped from his tunic when 
he was whipped, but never they told him to take off his leggings, they 
beat his legs yes, but didn't take off his leggings, that's why he got so 
nervous when Gildor told him to disrobe completely, he was a bit shy I 
think (??).

Title: In the Name of Faith (6/?)  
 

Chapter Six

                   
It was still early in the morning when the door to Felenduir’s chamber opened 
and Legolas entered, holding a bowl of water and a clean cloth. He walked 
carefully to the bedside table and put down his burdens, then turned around to 
look at the pitiful figure lying on the bed.  

The elf on the bed looked terrible. Both his wrists were chained to the headboard, 
his face and body all covered with purple bruises and bite marks, and there was 
dried blood and semen on his inner thighs. The same things also stained the 
white sheets. 

Sadness climbed into the young elf. Legolas knew who this person was, had 
heard of all the wonderful tales and stories about Glorfindel. It pained him greatly 
to see someone so powerful and honorable being used in such of way.  

He focused hard on the sleeping form.  

"Despite everything he had suffered," Legolas thought to himself, "he still looked 
beautiful." 

He raised one hand to wipe a strand of blond hair from the bruised face, and 
gasped audibly when the vacant green eyes suddenly turned focus. The eyes 
bore coldly to him. 

“What is it do you want?" Glorfindel asked in a low voice. 

“I…just want to help," Legolas swallowed, taking a step backward, "Are you in so 
much pain?" 

Glorfindel took his time to look behind the Sinda, and when he found no one else 
in the room, he sighed in relief. His eyes turned back to Legolas. The young elf 
shifted uncomfortably on his feet, regarded him with nervous eyes. 

“I am well," Glorfindel tore his eyes away, “Just leave me be."  

Legolas stared at him in silence, before he moved to grab the cloth.  

“Let me clean you," he said quietly, didn’t bother if he has the other elf 
permission or not.  

Glorfindel watched as the young elf dipped the cloth into the clean water in the 
bowl, and started to clean his face and body thoroughly and very carefully. First 
the face and lips, then went down to his neck, chest and belly, and after a second 
of hesitation, cleaned the dirt on his thighs. As he did this, tears began to trace 
down his pale cheeks. Quickly he wiped them away.  

“Why do you cry?" Glorfindel asked him, breaking the silence.  

Legolas stopped his ministration and looked at him with his blue eyes.  

“This is wrong," he slowly shook his head. His voice deep with bitter sadness, 
“You are an elf lord and far older than my brothers. They have no right to treat 
you like so." 

Glorfindel tilted his head, regarding him with more attention. 
                   
“So you did not approve of what they did to me?" he asked, bemused, “I am your 
enemy after all." 

"Just because they are my brothers, it does not mean that I have the same 
opinion as them," Legolas replied, and hastily added, “And nay, I would not agree 
of this being done even to my greatest enemy. There are other things that could 
have been done to make you speak."  

“I see," Glorfindel said, and for the first time since his unwanted stay in Mirkwood, 
smiled softly, "Tis alright. It was none of your fault. Do not shed tears for me." 

Legolas smiled back at him, the act created a small cute dimple on his left cheek, 
and sighed. He quietly continued his task of cleaning the blond' body.  

Legolas stayed with Glorfindel all morning. He said that his two brothers were at 
the borders, so it gave him a chance to take care of the Noldo. The young elf 
seemed reluctantly eager to help Glorfindel. After he tended most of his wounds, 
he took one leggings from Felenduir’ wardrobe and helped Glorfindel to put it on, 
as the older elf’ hands were still chained. He even managed to bring some food 
and water from the kitchen and with great care, fed Glorfindel. 

Inwardly Glorfindel was a bit confused about his actions, but it pleased him to 
have this beautiful elf' sympathy. They began to share a mild conversation, all the 
while avoiding any political and personal issues. After what happened the night 
before, he admitted that Legolas' kind presence was really soothing him. Slowly a 
light comfortable feeling of having the young elf neared him crept inside 
Glorfindel.  

They were still talking and did not realize that the day has grown into midday, 
when all of a sudden the door opened, with Felenduir stood at the doorway.  

Legolas jolted to his feet from the side of the bed where he has been sitting and 
stood very still, his eyes looked intently toward his approaching brother.  

“Well, well," Felenduir gave out a smug look on his face, “What are you doing 
here, little one?" he glanced briefly at Glorfindel and regarded the state the Noldo 
was in, then turned back to his younger brother, “Giving a friendly visit to the 
prisoner, I suppose?"  

Legolas took a step backward. His face paled.  

"I… was just cleaning him," he answered stammering.  

“Who gave you the permission?" Felenduir cut sharply, stopped at an arm length 
from the trembling elf, “Alderios?" 

Legolas shook his head.  

“Nay," he replied in defeat, “No one had."  

Felenduir gazed at him with his piercing blue eyes, before putting up a hand to 
stroke the braid in Legolas' hair. The youngster' tremble worsened when the 
hand then went lower to caress his creamy cheek and neck. 

"Remind me to tell Alderios to give you proper punishment for this," Felenduir 
said slowly, “Or mayhap I could do it myself."  

From where he was lying, Glorfindel could see clearly the carnal _expression on 
the older prince’ face. Suddenly feeling protective over Legolas, he sucked in his 
breath and hissed, 

“Leave him alone, you sick animal!" 

Felenduir looked down to him, seemed quite surprise by the words. He chuckled 
softly. 

“So you grew fond of him already?" he asked Glorfindel, raising his eyebrows in 
amusement, "He is indeed beautiful, is he not? It is a pity that you would never 
laid any finger on him, although on a second thought, I might lend him to you for 
a night or so, that is if you are willing to cooperate with us." 

Glorfindel stared at him in agape. 

"What did you just say?" he asked, could not believe his own ears. 

A thin smile curled in Felenduir' lips. He grabbed the back of Legolas' neck and 
pushed him to kneel down on the floor right next to Glrofindel, allowing the Noldo 
to have a full view of the young elf. Legolas gasped aloud by the rough 
treatment, and dropped hard on his knees. His face went red with shame as he 
tried his best to avoid Glorfindel' eyes. 

“I know what it is you are thinking," Felenduir continued to tantalize Glorfindel, 
ignoring completely the pleading eyes of his brother, “You want him. You want to 
have him, in your bed, writhing beneath you and screaming your name when you 
spilled yourself into him. Wondering what kind a pleasure you would draw from 
him when you take him, as he is still as tight as a virgin maiden." 

A choked sob came out from Legolas. He immediately shut his eyes closed, 
fighting hard the tears that threatened to come out. To be humiliated like that in 
the front of a stranger was unbearable. He bowed his head, trembling helplessly 
like a leaf in a windstorm and waiting in mounting panic for any answer from 
Glorfindel. 

Glorfindel feverishly thought that he was going to be sick. He saw the 
expressions on Legolas' face, the look of horror and shame on it were 
unmistakable. The seneschal then gazed at Felenduir with an obvious shimmer 
of disgust painted clearly on his face. If his hands were free, he would have 
jumped and killed that blond bastard in this instance. And no, not just because it 
was Felenduir that had raped him last night, but also because of the way the 
prince mistreated his own brother. Almost got choked by anger, Glorfindel 
inhaled a deep breath to calm himself before he spoke. 

“Who do you think you are?" he asked, his voice was deep, fuelled powerfully by 
every hatred he has inside him, "You stood there and insulted me with this 
arrogant assumption of yours. Do you not know who I am? It might be true that 
you and your brother had used him to warm your bed, molested him like he was 
nothing but a slave, but do not think, not even once, that I would share the same 
lust as you. Legolas is not a slave, he belongs to no one but himself, and you, 
the one 
so-called his brother, do not own him and certainly have no right whatsoever to 
offer him to me in such of manner. You, as well as your foul tongue, had 
succeeded to sicken me to my every bone, you filthy little vermin." 

Felenduir hissed. His hand flew faster than sight to his leg, pulling out a small 
silver dagger from inside the boot he was wearing. Glorfindel tensed but kept his 
face passive as the tall prince advancing toward him in quick purposeful steps 
with a glinting dagger in his fist. 

In an instance, Legolas jumped to his feet and threw himself to his brother. The 
young elf grabbed the hand that was holding the dagger with his own, and hold 
up his other palm to his brother' chest. He pressed his own body to Felenduir', 
halting him from approaching further to the bed. 

"Nay, Felenduir," Legolas cried out, "Do not do this." 

"Step aside, Legolas," Felenduir snapped, keeping his hateful stares on the 
Noldo, "Do not make me hurt you."

Legolas did not move even a bit and put his entire weight to hold Felenduir in 
place. He could feel his brother' body shook furiously, his blue eyes glinting wildly 
with pent-up rage, made him instinctively tightened his grip on Felenduir' hand. 

"Ada would be mad if you killed him," he tried again, "Forgive him. Saes, daro." 

"I said step aside!" Felenduir barked, "Now!" 

His free hand grabbed the front of Legolas' tunic, attempting to push him away, 
but Legolas held his ground. The two brothers struggled for a moment, their 
strength matched.

Legolas had witnessed Felenduir in the same state numerous times before, and 
in most occasions, the victims of his brother' anger did not get out alive. 
Felenduir was an ill-tempered elf, whenever he intended to kill someone; he 
would certainly do so, no matter what the reason might be. With Glorfindel surely 
it won't be an exception. 

His mind reeled frantically on the chances to save the Noldo' life. He could fight 
his brother. Legolas was a warrior before, he knew well how to fight, but at this 
moment it was not a very wise decision. Felenduir would get even madder and 
most possibly Legolas would not last too long under his wrath, so at the end 
Glorfindel would die anyway. What he needed to do was to take his brother away 
from the room and from Glorfindel, and he knew only one way to do it. Never 
before he did this, but he determined to save Glorfindel and the situation left him 
no other choice. Mentally strengthening himself, Legolas threw both arms around 
his brother' neck and buried his face in Felenduir' golden mane.  

"Saes, brother," he whispered in the pointed ear,” Just let him go. He is not 
worthy of your wrath."  

Felenduir was so mad he almost didn't hear any word said by Legolas, but the 
older prince froze in place when he felt warm lips on his neck. He ceased his 
movement and tried to look into his youngest eyes. Legolas nuzzled further at his 
neck, causing him to shudder lightly. 

"Let us away from here, my brother," Legolas breathed and dragged his mouth 
over the pale skin, knowing exactly what kind of affect his action would bring, "Let 
me pleasure you and take your mind from this awful matter."  

Slowly the anger on Felenduir' face was replaced only by pure lust, as he finally 
understood what it was Legolas offering to him. The prince' lips twitched into a 
feral grin while his eyes blazed with dark passion. Legolas looked very beautiful 
and extremely wanton before him, it made Felenduir felt the hardness pooled in 
his groin just by looking into his face. 

With his free hand, the older blond grabbed Legolas by the hair and pulled 
roughly, taking his brother' lips in a possessive kiss. He plunged his tongue 
fiercely into the youngster' mouth, maniacally stroking every inch of the 
unresisting flesh. The hand that hold the dagger lifted behind Legolas and he ran 
one side of the dagger over the youngster' back, following every curve of the 
slender body down to his buttocks. Legolas let out a small moan and arched 
forward, making their bodies pressed even closer. 

On the bed, Glorfindel laid motionless, watched in silence at the two elves. As 
seductive as Legolas was, his tremble didn't escape Glorfindel' keen eyes. It was 
obvious that the young elf wasn’t as submissive as he appeared to be, and it 
almost broke Glorfindel' heart to see him surrendered so easily to his brother and 
forsaking his honor, just for saving his life. The blond lord closed his eyes, could 
watch no more of the scene before him.  

As the need for air grew heavier, the two brothers broke their kiss. Legolas 
panted slightly and looked up to his brother, trying to read the expression on the 
face before him. Confident that Felenduir' anger had completely deceased, he let 
go of his brother' body. 

Felenduir put his dagger back into his boot and turned to look at Glorfindel.  

"You certainly have no knowledge of what is happening in my realm, do you my 
dear lord," the blond prince said to the Noldo sarcastically, "Then allow me to tell 
you. Legolas belonged to Alderios, he was sentenced by my father, King 
Thranduil, to be my brother' consort, and mine, sometimes. We were allowed to 
do whatever we wished of him, with or without his consent, it was practically his 
duty as a consort. So before you dared yourself to speak in a matter you knew 
nothing about, I advised you to better hold your tongue, or I myself would rip it 
out from your very mouth."

With these words, Felenduir left the room, taking his younger brother with him. 
Glorfindel caught Legolas' eyes when the young blond risked looking at him, and 
he saw sadness and shame clouded the youngster' eyes. When the door closed, 
Glorfindel laid his head back to the pillow, wondering in curiosity what were the 
meaning behind Felenduir' words.  


TBC  


Saes - please
Daro - stop 

---------------------------------------------------



Title: In the Name of Faith (7/?) 


Chapter Seven 


Two weeks later 

* Rivendell 

On the balcony of his study, Elrond stood, unmoving and straight as a pole. Night 
had fallen in Rivendell that time of the day. The view of the green forest and 
waterfalls were magnificent in that blessed valley, but none of the beauty laid 
before him had caught the elven lord' attention, for his mind was heavily troubled. 

He had just received ill news, which had been sent out by one of his spies, 
confirming his suspicion that Glorfindel has indeed been taken imprisoned by 
Mirkwood kingdom. 

At first when Elladan told him about the incident back in the Mirkwood' forest, 
Elrond had a strong confidence that the blond lord would escape. Glorfindel was 
a ferocious warrior; one of the mighty of the Firstborn and his skill has been 
legendary in ages. He had been in a worse situation before and always managed 
to put himself to safety. However he unfortunately did not make it this time. 
Mayhap, Elrond thought in despair, there was the whole battalion of Mirkwood 
soldiers attacked him.  

It has already weeks since then and Elrond’ worries had reached its peak. 

He suppressed the idea that his friend might still be alive. Glorfindel was Elrond’ 
seneschal, his knowledge about Rivendell was priceless, thus made him too 
indispensable to be executed under a sword. Thranduil and his men must have 
wanted to obtain some crucial information from him and Elrond realized, the only 
way to achieve those from Glorfindel was only by torturing him. Knowing his 
friend too well, Elrond was certain that no matter what it was he facing, Glorfindel 
would never tell them anything. He will stay silent, even if it leads to his own 
doom. Elrond feared the worst that by the time they sufficed to free Glorfindel, his 
friend would be in a very bad shape, or worse, could be dead. The dark haired 
lord could not stifle a shudder at this thought.  

‘Elbereth Gilthoniel, please be merciful’ Elrond begged silently. 

Elrond was still thinking about his friend, when a sound from behind wrenched 
him from his dream like state. He turned around slowly. 

“My lord,” Erestor bowed slightly, “All preparation have been completed. Our 
army is ready to ride to Mirkwood at the next dawn. Your sons, Elladan and 
Elrohir, stated that they will come along. Both of them have been fully healed.” 

Elrond nodded. A faint smile curled on his lips. 

“I thank you Erestor,” he replied, “As I will depart with them as well, I asked you 
to be in charge of everything here while I am gone.” 

“Do you think it is wise for you to go my lord?” Erestor asked politely, eyeing him 
with concern in his dark eyes.  

“It has already been decided,” Elrond answered, then sighed wearily, “An 
unfortunate situation had befallen on us. I have no choice but to meet with 
Thranduil and if I have to, plead to him for Glorfindel’ release. He might not 
survive too long under the Sinda roof, who knows what kind of peril Thranduil 
and his men had been put on him? I feared for our friend' life greatly, Erestor.” 

“So do I," the advisor said in understanding and pressed a soothing smile, "But 
Glorfindel is strong, my lord Elrond. He had survived the Hall of Mandos. He too 
will survive this.” 

“I hope so too, mellon-nin," Elrond replied sadly, "Within all my heart.” 

                   
* * *  


* Mirkwood 

The night was quiet, just like any other night in Mirkwood. Silence greeted 
Thranduil' palace, as all of its occupants was already falling to a deep slumber.
 
As in Alderios' room, the usual nightly activity had just begun. Legolas lied fully 
naked on his brother' large bed, with his back on the soft mattress. In between 
his parted legs, Alderios, who was also naked, lied on top of him and at the 
moment was in the middle of passionately licking and kissing his exposed chest 
and neck. Legolas lied very still, breathing the familiar scent of his brother, while 
at the same time trying to ignore the hands and mouth that were roaming over 
his body. 

In a time like this, Legolas always have his eyes tightly shut and used to think of 
something rather pleasant to distract his mind. Usually he would think of the 
outside world, or trees, or horses, or any kind of things that he was most fond of. 
As for tonight, something else has filled his head. A face of a certain elf settled in 
his mind. Glorfindel. 

After spending that terrible day in Felenduir' room, Glorfindel hadn't been put 
back to the dungeons, instead he had been moved to a much smaller room 
which was located in the northern wing of the palace, the quietest part of 
Thranduil' household. And despite the strong warnings from his two brothers, 
Legolas had always managed to sneak out and give a regular visit to the blond 
Noldo almost everyday.  

Usually he stole times whenever his two siblings were away from the palace. It 
was risky, he realized, but just couldn't help himself. Gorfindel was very kind and 
very polite, and to just sit and have a talk with him was a pure bliss. Not to 
mention that Legolas took a lot of pleasures just by looking into the seneschal' 
stunning physical appearance. The fair and handsome face, the long golden 
tresses, the slender strong body, all of them was enough to make Legolas stared 
in awe. He adored Glorfindel, and slowly could feel himself got dangerously 
infatuated with him. 

Legolas knew he was a fool to let himself be carried away by this feeling and that 
he would bring nothing but further pain in his heart. There were two main reasons 
why Glorfindel would never be his. 

First, Glorfindel hated the Sinda. The reason why he acted so kind to him was 
just because he was a captive here in Mirkwood and had no choice but to accept 
a friendship offered by Legolas. If he was in the better condition, he would never 
cared about him. Such a highly respected Noldo lord would never want to involve 
himself in a romantic relationship with a consort of his number one enemy. 

And second, came the more painful reason. Legolas was unclean, tainted too 
much and too long with his brother' seeds. No being would ever considered him 
to be a lover, they were merely would get too disgusted with him. No matter how 
nice Glorfindel as a person, certainly he would act no difference. 

And then there were still other possible reasons that Legolas wouldn't and 
couldn't want to think about. But still, how awkward the situation might be, the 
thought about Glorfindel always delighted him a lot.  

The imagination of the older elf was still playing happily in Legolas' mind, when a 
sharp piercing pain in his arse caught the young blond off guard. His eyes 
snapped open in deep shock and he whimpered aloud. Alderios had just 
sheathed his shaft into him, roughly and with no preparation as usual, and the 
sudden penetration caused Legolas much agony. All the pleasant thoughts 
abruptly fled away from him and he arched his head back to the pillow while his 
hands flew to clutch tightly on his brother' shoulders.  

“Ai, s-slower. It hurts.” 

Alderios looked at the pleading face, then bent down to give his brother a kiss. 
He slipped his tongue inside Legolas' mouth, suckling and swallowing greedily 
the sweet aphrodisiac taste of the younger elf. 

“Then cry for me, vanimaer,” he breathed over the luscious lips. 

Legolas sobbed as Alderios began to pump into him. His body jerked up sharply 
every time his brother gave him a hard thrust. Alderios was not gentle with him. 
He took his time, driving slowly but savagely, making certain that every push 
brought a stinging pain into Legolas' body.  Silvery tears started to slid down from 
Legolas' tightly clenched eyelids and his whimpers quickly changed into audible 
cries which echoed around the huge chamber.  

As moments went by, Alderios’ slow movement became more frantic and more 
hurtful. With one particular fierce thrust, he came, spilling his seed inside the 
fragile body beneath him. The crown prince took a moment to calm himself, then 
slowly withdrew his shaft, and looked down to his brother' dampened face. 

“Are you in pain, pen-neth?” 

Legolas nodded weakly, panting and wiping his tears with the back of his hand. 

“Good,” Alderios brushed some blond strands from his brother’s face, “Now get 
some sleep. You have pleased me a great deal.”  

Legolas obeyed. He turned to lie on his side with his brother spooned behind 
him. Alderios had just started to doze off, when an abrupt knock sounded from 
the door. 

“Who is it?” he asked, terribly annoyed. 

“It is I Felenduir,” came an answer, “I wished to speak with you.” 

“Enter.” With a curse, Alderios got up and pulled on a robe to cover his nude 
body. 

Felenduir entered, smirked to his older brother and walked over to the bed, 
seated himself next to the naked form lying under the thick blanket. Legolas 
looked up at him, petrified, but then breathed in relief when he saw his brother 
smiled at him. Felenduir seemed to be in a good mood this night. Felenduir bent 
down and kissed his youngest brother gently on the mouth. 

Alderios flopped on a comfortable couch in the corner of the room, and eyed the 
two kissing elves in amusement. 

“What would you like to speak with me about, dear brother?” Alderios asked as 
his patience started to wear off, “As you see, it is already late at night, I am quite 
tired and would like to get myself a rest.” 

Felenduir broke the kiss and laughed. 

“I saw that clearly, brother,” he sneered, “It seems our little brother here had 
exhausted you to your very bones.” 

He tugged Legolas' blond hair behind the elegantly pointed ear, and asked 
playfully, 

“He rode you hard again, pretty colt?” 

Legolas blushed deeply, could not answer his brother. He hated so much when 
his brothers were mocking him, but was too afraid to protest. 

“Speak,” Alderios voice sounded stern and impatience. 

Felenduir shrugged, gave Legolas a brief kiss on the forehead and got up from 
the bed, seated himself on a chair beside Alderios. 

“I had just received a message from our spy,” he stated, “It is said that the whole 
army of Imladris had been sent here, fully armed. Elrond Peredhil and his two 
sons were with them. They will probably be here in about two weeks or so.” 

Alderios leaned his back to the couch and folded his hands in front of his chest. 

“It is most interesting,” he replied calmly, “Did Ada know about this?” 

“I will inform him first thing on the morrow.” 

“You know what should be done,” the crown prince said to his brother. When 
Felenduir nodded, he continued, “Inform Gildor to heavily arm our soldiers. Send 
more guards to the borders and tell them to be cautious for the first sight of 
Imladris’ elf ever appeared. I will address them myself at tomorrow dawn and I 
will need you to be with me.” 

“Surely,” Felenduir grinned haughtily, “Come to think of it, I will be more than 
happy to have an open war with the filthy Noldo.” 

“Not if I could prevent it,” Alderios scolded, looking at his younger with narrow 
eyes, “They come only for our prisoner, and risking the lives of my soldiers over 
one Noldo was not something I would like to do. It is totally a pure waste.”  

Alderios sometimes wondered over the sanity of his brother. Felenduir was a 
bloodthirsty creature. He loved battle so much, to the point that looked like it 
almost infatuated him. Alderios couldn’t remember anyone in the family, not him 
or even their father, possessed the same frightening behavior.  

Felenduir blinked at him. He definitely was not agree with that plan, but knew 
better than to argue with his elder. 

“Whatever you have said, brother,” he replied uncaringly. 

As the two continued discussing the recent situation, they were unaware that 
Legolas, lied quietly on the bed with his back to them, has been listening to every 
word came out from their mouths. The young elf wondered about what he should 
do with the useful information. 


TBC 


Vanimaer - beautiful one
                   



Title: In the Name of Faith (8/?)

Chapter Eight  

 
Glorfindel sat on the floor next to his bed, daydreaming and wondering of what 
might become of him. He had grown accustomed of doing these with each 
passing day, as they had become his regular activities while being in 
imprisonment.  

Long chains wrapped both of the seneschal' wrists. The end of each chain was 
hooked to a single iron ring plastered on the wall at each side of the bed. 
Although they were long enough                to allow him to move around the bed, 
still the tools have been the main source of his biggest irritation. No one but 
Alderios has the key, and since it was made of mithrill, Glorfindel                   
could just forget the idea of an escape. 

The blond sighed wearily and looked around. He was bored, very bored. He 
wished, for a tenth time that was, there was a window in the room, so then he 
would be able to poise his eyes with the sight of the nature outside, or maybe just 
to feel the sunlight or the breeze of the wind. To tell the truth, Glorfindel had 
started to feel a bit claustrophobic of being trapped too long inside the small and 
poorly furnished room. 

Nonetheless, he considered himself quite lucky so far. Since he had been moved 
here, none of the two elder princes of Mirkwood ever touched him again. They 
didn’t torture or ask him any more questions, and they hardly ever visited him. He 
was left all alone, not even with a guard to watch over him, except for a servant 
who brought food and water for him once a day. 

Surely it relieved him. It took a great deal of willpower to recover from the two 
princes' first and only attack. Elves could die from rape, and the reason why 
Glorfindel was not grieving because he had pledged to avenge the two brothers. 
Glorfindel almost could not wait for the time when he could strike his sword on 
their chests and then watched them die upon his feet. This, he thought, would be 
the suitable revenge for whatever it was they had done to him, and maybe, for 
what they did to Legolas. 

Legolas.
The name came to his head, and Glorfindel' lips curled into a smile. 

During the past weeks, Legolas came almost every day to check on him. 
Whenever his siblings were away, he would come merely for having a chat, and 
sometimes even brought him some food or new clothes. He was never stayed 
too long for fear of getting caught, but his brief visits always brought joy to 
Glorfindel' heart. The seneschal was touched deeply by the sincerity showed 
from the younger elf and it was during these visits, when Glorfindel became 
aware that Legolas had brought a particular strange effect on him.  

As days went by, Glorfindel found himself getting excessively fond of the young 
Sinda and longed to see him. To look into that beautiful and kind face and to hear 
his melodious voice and laughter could made Glorfindel' desperation grew lesser. 
It was strange for him, to feel such affection toward someone whom he only got 
to know in such a short period of time. Moreover when that someone was 
considered his enemy, although Glorfindel deeply realized that Legolas has 
never treated him like such. Legolas, from his point of view, was the kindest of all 
beings, the purest of soul and undoubtedly most beautiful, and it was just not 
possible not to fall in love with such a being.  

There was only one thing that disturbed Glorfindel. How was it that Legolas had 
been sentenced to be his brother' consort? There must have been some kind of 
mistakes he had done in his past life, and whatever it was it must be savage, for 
him to suffer such a severe punishment in the hands of his own blood kin. But 
although he felt he could die of curiosity, Glorfindel was careful not to ask any 
question about the matter, of fear that he might put further embarrassment to the 
young elf, or worse, would drive him away. 

He himself would swallow down all anger whenever he saw Legolas come in 
looking exhausted, sometimes even with bite marks and bruises upon his fair 
skin. Having gone through with it himself, Glorfindel knew how dreadful it was to 
be an object of passion of both Legolas' brothers. It was one frightening 
experience he didn't want to face ever again, and yet, Legolas has to deal with it 
every single day. Words could not describe how Glorfindel pitied him for this. If 
there was just something he could do to help….

The sound of the opened door broke the Noldo' reverie, and he lifted his face. He 
let out a smile as he saw the young beauty walked in, smiling back at him. 

“I have thought you would not come," Glorfindel greeted him. 

“My brothers were at the borders," Legolas shortly replied and dropped to the 
ground next to the blond lord, "Surely I could not miss the chance." 

Glorfindel stared at him, immediately got absorbed in that ephemeral face, but 
then got disturbed slightly upon seeing the distraught look on it. 

“I have to tell you some things," Legolas said, suddenly looked serious, “Things 
that I have overheard from my brothers."

Glorfindel nodded. Legolas then recalled quickly the conversation he had heard 
the night before to Glorfindel, who listened with full attention. 

“Do you think that we will get into war?" Legolas asked once he was finished. 

“That is possible," Glorfindel answered and stretched his legs, “Although I am 
sure that Elrond will do everything in his power to prevent it from happening. I 
think he will try something else to gain my release, that is if your father ever had 
any intention to free me." 

“You shall be freed," Legolas said sternly, “You will be released and leave this 
place, and go back to your realm."

He paused, and when he spoke again, he could not contain bitterness in his 
voice. 

“Although I preferred to have you around, I will be overwhelmed by the idea of 
you’re leaving so that no one could do you more harm."
  
Glorfindel almost shocked to see a gleaming tears on the youngster' eyes. He 
reached out to hold the pale hand. 

“What ails you, pen-neth?" he asked gently. He felt he did not need to ask the 
next question, as he already knew the answer, but went all the way, “Did your 
brothers hurt you again?" 

“They can not hurt me more than they already did," Legolas replied sadly, bowing 
down his head in shame, “I only hope I could lose all the ability to feel so that I 
would feel no more pain both in my body and heart."

Glorfindel felt lost in word. He wanted so fervently to help this elf, but in order to 
do so, he has to know what exactly had happened. The seneschal cleared his 
throat, then asked again, very, very carefully, 

“What had happened, Legolas, until your brothers took you as their consort? 
What kind of false had put you into this?"

He looked at the startled blue eyes, watched as the youngster suddenly turned to 
be very nervous. 

“You can tell me, mellon-nin," Glorfindel smiled reassuringly, "I will not judge. I 
promise."

"Are you certain?" Legolas asked back, somehow didn't seem convince. 

Glorfindel nodded, still smiling. Legolas forced himself to relax and leaned his 
back to the side of the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. And after 
some seconds of hesitation, he began his tale.  

“I used to live my life as a warrior and a respected prince, just like my brothers," 
he spoke, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, as if to bring up some old pain 
memories, “I was considered one of the best archers in Mirkwood and had many 
friends. Although at that time, my relationship with my father and two brothers 
was already strained. My mother died when she gave birth to me and for that, 
they detested me. Nothing I did ever impressed them, but at least I was grateful 
that none of them ever laid a hand on me, that was until the incident a few years 
ago. When I was just reached my five hundred years of age, Ada forced me to 
marry a young princess maiden from another kingdom, so that Mirkwood could 
have a strong alliance with them. None of us knew this princess and among us 
three, I was the expendable one, so the marriage was arranged without my 
consent. I tried everything within my power to refuse Ada, but he never listened 
to my pleads. My world seemed to tear apart and I was so angry, so then I 
decided to do the first thing that came into my mind. I ran away, from the 
marriage and from my father' kingdom." 

Legolas paused, waiting for his companion to say anything. As no word came, he 
strengthened himself to continue his story. 

“That was my undoing. The most awful mistake I had ever done in my life. The 
princess' father, the king, was so mad. He felt so humiliated and betrayed, and 
instantly declared war to Mirkwood. In that time of desperation, Alderios took my 
place to marry her and thus the war was prevented. All the while, Felenduir and 
his soldiers came after me and finally managed to bring me back here. But it was 
too late, as when I arrived, the marriage already took place. And so was the 
beginning of my ill fate. Alderios hated me valiantly for having to be responsible 
upon my careless act. He wanted to punish me with his own hands, therefore he 
requested to my father to take me as his consort. My father agreed with him, 
having told me that I was lucky to be kept alive and not to be executed as a 
traitor. I begged for their forgiveness thousands times, but it was all for nothing."

The young elf took a deep shuddering breath as tears started to roll down his 
cheeks. 

“Alderios' wife never cared about it all," he said in an almost inaudible voice, 
“Once she told me that she only agreed with the marriage for the same reason as 
Alderios', to avoid the war. She told that she has a lover of her own and that she 
and my brother hardly ever share a bed. Hence Alderios could have his way 
freely toward me. And not only that, he even let Felenduir played with me."  

Until here, Legolas could almost go no further. He closed his eyes and shook his 
head. 

"Since then I was doomed to live this life," he said again, his voice was shaking 
with sadness, "I could not fight it, not when everyone in Mirkwood despised me 
for having brought such a shame to this land, and I could not fall to grief as this 
feeling of guilty still remained deep inside me. But I knew then as I know now, 
that I will never have my life back. Ai, how much I want to die."  

He began to cry silently, until he felt a warm hand touching his cheeks and wiping 
his tears. He opened his eyes and blinked away the tears, to look upon the 
ageless face before him. 

“I praised Elbereth for having you alive," Glorfindel said softly, feeling every bit
of 
the other' misery, “I could not live any longer if you are dead." 

He saw the quizzical expression upon the youngster' face and right at that 
moment the ancient elf had reached a decision. He took hold of the pale hand 
once more. 

“When I am released," Glorfindel stated, “You will come with me and will stay in 
Mirkwood no longer. I will take you so then you will live with me in Rivendell." 

At hearing this, Legolas jaws dropped open and his eyes widened in surprise.
 
"Coming with you?" he asked stupefied, "But why…?"  
 
“Because it pained me terribly to see you live like this," the other blond replied 
and with all the calmness he could muster, continued, "And because, I think I am 
in love with you, pen-neth." 

Legolas froze in utter disbelief. He knew he has to say something, anything, but 
his tongue seemed stuck in place. Didn't give Legolas any time to even draw any 
breath, Glorfindel tightened his hold on the youngster' pale hand and stared hard 
at the sapphire blue eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was clear and stern, 

“By the name of faith, and everything I hold dear to my heart, this I swear to you, 
Legolas. I promise that I will free you, with my own will and my own hands. Even 
if it took the whole of my immortal life to do so, then so be it."

If Legolas was stunned before, now he was awestruck beyond breath. Upon 
hearing the vow said by Glorfindel, his heartbeat quickened so fast until he was 
afraid that it was going to explode. All emotion were blended frantically inside 
him, making him wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. This was definitely 
too much for him, and for a very brief moment, Legolas felt like he was on the 
verge of fainting. 

When he saw the young Sinda started to sway slightly, Glorfindel was quick to 
react. He slid closer and wrapped both arms around the quivering body. Legolas 
accepted the embrace without any resistance and leaned his forehead on 
Glorfindel' chest, while tears once again brimming in his eyes. 

Glorfindel inhaled deeply the fragrant scent radiated from the other elf and slowly 
put up a hand to caress Legolas' golden mane.  

"Have you any trust in me, pen-neth?" Glorfindel' voice was barely above a 
whisper, "Will you come with me then?" 

It seemed like eternity before Legolas lifted his face and looked him in the eyes. 
The youngster' wet eyes no longer filled with sorrow and confusion and his face 
seemed glowing in a sparkling delight, and when he nodded and smiled, those 
were all the answers Glorfindel needed.  

They kept starring at each other for a long silence moment, enjoying each other' 
nearness. That was until their faces started to move closer and closer so that 
they were merely an inch from each other. 

Then Glorfindel, ever so careful, brushed his lips over the pink ones in front of 
him, and when Legolas didn't make any sign of discomfort, he captured the 
young elf' lips in a feathery kiss.

They stayed still for a while, until Legolas made the first move. Never once 
breaking the kiss, he slowly moved to straddle himself on Glorfindel' lap and laid 
each leg on each side of the taller elf. He curled his hands around Glorfindel' 
strong neck, twirling his fingers in the Noldo' silky long hair.  

Encouraged by Legolas' movement, Glorfindel, also have his eyes closed, circled 
the youngster' slim waist with both arms and pulled him closer, pressing their 
bodies together. As their kisses went deeper, Glorfindel pushed his tongue 
further, slipping in between Legolas' soft pillow of flesh and tenderly swept it 
inside the Sinda' warm mouth. He concentrated fully on kissing the young elf, as 
he for the first time, savored the sweet honeyed taste of Legolas. His hands 
moved unconsciously up and down, giving Legolas a comforting stroke on his 
back. 

Legolas shuddered, and instinctively tightened his hands around the other' neck. 
His action caused their bodies to press even closer and when their hardening 
shafts made contact from behind their tight leggings, both elves shook lightly as 
warm heat of passion rushed through their bodies.

However, the two elves' sacred intimacy broke ever so abruptly by the sound of 
an opened door, which was followed by an amused voice, 

"By all the mighty Gods, whatever you two are doing?" 


TBC 


Title: In the Name of Faith (9/?) 

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/? 

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was only 
borrowing them. 

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could 
think of) 

Author’s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not 
like it, do leave. 


Thanks to beta readers Alasse and Megan.


* * * 


Chapter Nine 


Legolas gave a minimal struggle as Gildor dragged him outside the palace. He 
stumbled a few times along the way, while his mind played at the horrid scene 
that took place moments before.  

Gildor entered the room while he and Glorfindel were kissing. The Mirkwood’ 
captain claimed to check on the prisoner, and was more than surprised to see 
such an intimate act between the young elf and the Noldo. With a sneer, Gildor 
then grabbed his arm and pulled him out from the room, despite Glorfindel’ angry 
shouts and protests. If his looks could kill, Gildor would probably dropped dead 
on the spot. Legolas on the other hand, wasn’t saying a thing.  

Apart from anyone else, Gildor is the other being that liked to witness his misery, 
and Legolas didn’t want to give the cruel elf a satisfaction by hearing his pleads 
of release. He knew Gildor was taking him to see his brothers and upon hearing 
what happened, they definitely would go berserk and then would punish him. But 
Legolas didn’t care anymore. Now that he has Glorfindel’ love and promise, he 
willed himself to endure any torment brought upon him. Soon he will flee from 
this miserable place and be free. All he needed at the moment was a little bit of 
courage.  

They entered the soldiers’ head quarter where his siblings currently were in. The 
place was loaded with soldiers; all of them were busy preparing for the attack 
from Rivendell. They turned their heads as the two figures strolled through the 
main corridor. All of the elves there already knew what kind of fate had befallen 
upon the young prince, and only some of them, who used to be his friends, 
stared at the on-going scene with sorrow in their eyes. 

Legolas didn’t bother to return their stares, instead kept his eyes to the ground all 
the time.  

The two elves made their entrance to Alderios' private chamber, after the crown 
prince bid them in. To Legolas' dismay, Felenduir too was in the room. The two 
siblings of Legolas lifted their heads from the parchments they were reading, 
when Gildor, after bowing slightly, let go of the young elf’ hand and move to 
stand near him. 
 
“What has happened?” Alderios asked curiously, knitting his brows upon seeing 
the distraught look on Legolas’ face. 

Gildor looked at Legolas accusingly, forcing him to confess. But the younger elf 
pressed his lips tightly into a thin line and stood unmoving, eyes still on the 
ground. 

“Gildor?” 

Gildor turned to face the crown prince. 

“Better ask your brother here, my lord,” he replied politely, “It seemed he and our 
valuable captive had recently been engaged in a very unwise…. intimate 
contact.” 

The room went into a sudden silence as Legolas lifted his eyes to see the 
reaction of his brothers. Alderios sat still on his chair, regarding him with 
amusement, while Felenduir slowly stood up, an evil smile on his fair face. 

“Is that true, little one?” Felenduir asked, approaching him. When he didn’t get 
any answer, he snarled, “Speak!” 

“I-It was just a kiss,” Legolas ground out, could feel his face hot with shame. He 
didn't dare to look into his brother' eyes.

“A kiss?” Felenduir exclaimed. The taller elf reached up a hand to lift Legolas' 
chin, so their eyes met, “So you really liked him then? I should have known. What 
else did you do for him? Have you slept with him too?” 

“Nay!” Legolas cried out in defense, jerking his chin from Felenduir' hand, “None 
of that. You have no right accusing me of that.” 

Felenduir eyes quickly darkened with anger. 

“Do not lie to me, whore,” he warned. 

“I do not lie!” Legolas shouted, “And I am no whore!” 

“No?” Felenduir laughed aloud, “But you were acting like one, were you not? 
Nonetheless with one of the Noldo. You willingly gave yourself to him. You, pen-
neth, are even dirtier than the filthiest whore ever existed in middle-earth. You 
are nothing but a disgrace to Mirkwood.” 

Legolas body burned with rage at his brother’ abusing words. 

“I am no whore,” he repeated in a hitched voice. 

Felenduir snorted and looked to Alderios, who stayed silent watching them. 

“What do you think, brother?” the younger prince asked, “Does he deserve any 
punishment from us?” 

Alderios was quiet for a moment, his eyes pierced to his youngest brother. Then 
he turned to talk to Gildor, who was now stood behind Legolas.

"Take him away with you," Alderios' voice was as cold as steel when he ordered, 
"I have no further use of him. Give him to your men and let them do whatever 
they wish with him. I care not." 

Blood was completely drained from Legolas' face. All courage he had moments 
ago abruptly fled away from him, replaced only with a cold dread which rushed 
through his body like a wild tremor. He began to shake as he turned begging 
eyes at his eldest brother.

"Alderios," Legolas whispered, slowly shook his head, "Anything…you know I will 
take anything from you, but please, not this….." 

“I have warned you not to meet with the prisoner, Legolas, ”Alderios thundered to 
the frightened elf, “And you did not heed my words. As you were so eager giving 
your body to our foe, then you better prepare to bear the consequences." 

Gildor chuckled softly and started to slip his hand onto Legolas' arm, in order to 
take him out from the room. The young elf jerked his hand away angrily and 
stood very tense, an angry red hue spread slowly over his face. He didn't 
understand any of these. He failed to comprehend why was it that his two 
brothers were so determined to break him and to humiliate him even further and 
further, as if what they have done to him all along was not enough to satisfy 
them. It was true that he always took every punishment bestowed on him, but not 
of this kind. This one he could not tolerate. 

Driven by despair and frustration, the young prince exploded.

“Amin feuya ten lle,” Legolas hissed, both his voice and body fuelled with burning 
hatred, “I hate you, both of you. I mourn greatly in my heart for having you two 
sick creatures as my blood kin, as you two are nothing but beasts with no hearts. 
At least Glorfindel has a heart, for his worth as a person exceeds yours by so 
much, even were both of you put into one."

Briefly Legolas still managed to catch sight of a shock expression on Alderios’ 
face, before a massive blow delivered by Felenduir struck his face, almost 
breaking his jaw. The force of the blow made him bounced sharply onto Gildor 
behind him, then he collapsed hard on the floor, face first.  

The three other elves watched as the young blond silently crouched on all fours 
in a slow agonizing movement. Legolas' pale hair curtained around his face as he 
put one hand to his mouth, trying in vain to stop the blood from flowing freely 
from his torn lips. Already an ugly bruise began to form on the left side of his 
face. 

Felenduir moved to stand in front of the hapless elf, and without any pity 
whatsoever, grabbed Legolas' long hair in his fist and roughly pulled the young 
elf up to his feet, causing Legolas to cry out loud. 

“Watch how I teach you how to behave your tongue, you little slut,” Felenduir 
spat, looking at his youngest with eyes that had turned pitch black by madness. 

Holding Legolas by his hair, Felenduir dragged him to an empty space in the 
corner of the room and shoved the young elf to the stone floor. Legolas dropped 
down with a loud thud and yelped when Felenduir lunged himself right on top of 
him.  

"Felenduir, stop this!" Legolas yelled helplessly, his mind racing with terror as he 
realized what it was his brother intended to do to him.  
 
Ignoring the young elf' cries, Felenduir straddled him and sat on his belly, 
trapping Legolas' legs underneath him. He caught both of the youngster' hands 
and transferred them to one grip above his head. Legolas thrashed like a 
wounded animal, bucking wildly to dislodge his brother and to free his limbs, but 
to no avail. Felenduir was a solid weight on top of him and at the moment was 
much too strong for him as he was already dizzy by the earlier blow.  

Confident that he had his brother completely under his mercy, Felenduir then 
began his lesson.  

He curled his other hand around Legolas' pale neck and squeezed hard, as if 
putting his entire strength onto it, gradually cutting the air from flowing into the 
youngster' lungs. Stars burst in Legolas' eyes; his breathing became labored and 
turned into a form of short gasps. Felenduir looked down to his brother' face, 
watched in cold blood as fear sharpened in the sapphire eyes, and felt the 
trembling body quickly began to weaken. Legolas' face was deadly pale and 
disoriented, it looked like he could just pass out at any time. But Felenduir was 
not finished yet. 

As if couldn't get enough of the youngster' suffering, the older prince bent down 
and stabbed his tongue onto Legolas' ear, moving it up and down through the elf' 
erogenous zone with such of clever expertise. Legolas shuddered hard, his face 
twisted in a dark mix of pleasure and pain, and a choked moan left his lips. 

"Very good, Greenleaf," Felenduir smiled sadistically to the pointed ear, "Feel it. 
Feel the pleasure while I squeeze the life out of you." 

Tormented in between two ways of tortures, it was not long before Legolas lost 
his struggle. His body went still as his blue eyes started to roll back, leaving only 
the white on the surface. When the first sign of unconsciousness crept onto the 
pale face, Felenduir stopped and loosened his grip. He let go of Legolas' neck 
and hooked his fingers beneath the youngster' tunic, then mercilessly tore the 
material in two. 

The feel of cold air breezed through his skin brought awareness back to the 
young elf. His eyes fluttered open and he flinched when he caught sight of his 
brother roaming above him. However he didn't have any time to register anything 
in his brain, as Felenduir slammed his palm back onto his neck and once again 
began to cruelly choke him. This time the older blond put his mouth further down 
to Legolas' bare chest and sucked savagely at the pink nipples, all the while put 
more and more pressure onto his brother' throat. 

A ragged groan came out from Legolas. His body shook violently under the rough 
acts, twisting in between confusion and genuine panic. He arched his head back 
onto the cold floor and tried to wriggle upward, attempting to escape Felenduir's 
mouth and hand, but soon found out that it was of no use for he couldn't move 
even the slightest. Slowly Legolas felt his lungs had star
closed his eyes in hopelessness. He didn't want to die, not now, when Glorfindel 
and a hope for freedom had finally come to him.  

"Oh Elbereth, please help me," the young blond screamed in his heart.

Just when he felt his last breath had left him and he was about to die from the 
lack of air, Felenduir again released his iron grasp. With a sickening shriek, 
Legolas inhaled as much air as his lungs allowed him to and coughed hard, so 
hard until tears began to roll down his cheeks.  

"Saes," he choked out in between his shallow breath, "Ai…no more…" 

"Do you yield then, my pretty whore?" Felenduir asked, regarded him with a 
sense of satisfaction on his face.  

When he saw the look of defiant on the youngster face, he ran his fingertips 
lightly around the bruised neck, causing Legolas to whimper. 

"Legolas?" 

Legolas' face soaked heavily with tears. His fists clenched in his brother' grip. He 
hated to be this vulnerable and his own pride had told him to refuse to whatever it 
was his brother wished of him. But deep inside he knew he would not survive 
another strangle and at this moment he was in so much agony, he couldn't think 
of anything else beside to surrender.

"Aye…" a raspy voice not his own answered weakly, "Forgive me. Forgive my 
words…just stop…please, I beg of you.." 

Felenduir smiled, then sat up straight and released both of the youngster' hands, 
but remained where he was. Legolas wept pitifully beneath him. His whole body 
ached tremendously, he still could not breath properly and still wasn't able to 
move. Trying desperately to calm the rapid beating of his heart, the young Sinda 
waited for his brother' next move.  

Alderios, who had seen enough, walked to them and knelt down beside the 
disheveled form of his youngest brother. He reached out a hand to stroke 
Legolas' dampened hair. 

"Very well," he said softly, "You shall not be given to the soldiers, fret no more 
about the matter. However, I do not want to see you with our captive ever again, 
and this time you better mark my words. Do you understand, Legolas?" 

Legolas nodded dazedly, too worn to give any answer. Alderios then 
straightened his body and turned questioning eyes to Felenduir. He recognized 
instantly the carnal desire on Felenduir' face and the restrained bulge in between 
his legs. Without having to ask any question, Alderios knew what has been 
playing in the younger elf' mind.  

"Return him to me when you are finished," he stood up and sent a warning look 
toward his brother, "And Felenduir, I want him in one piece." 

Felenduir merely raised his eyebrows at these words. Alderios then turned 
around and left the chamber, with Gildor followed quietly behind him. 

The rest of the punishment came swiftly. Legolas has his eyes closed all the time 
and tried not to make any sound, as Felenduir stripped off his leggings and 
continued to take claim of his body. Legolas was too exhausted to give any more 
fight. He knew nothing more except for the extreme pain that threatened to wreck 
his body in pieces. Before Felenduir was even done with him, all of his remaining 
strength started to fly away, and then the world went completely black around 
him. 


TBC 

Pen-neth - young one

Amin feuya ten lle - you disgust me





Title: In the Name of Faith (10/?)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/? 

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just 
borrowing them. 

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could 
think of) 

Author's note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not 
like it, do leave. 
 

Thank you betas Megan and Alasse. And thank you Red for all the wonderful 
advice. 
 

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Chapter Ten
 
After the incident with Gildor, Legolas didn't come to visit Glorfindel for more than 
a week, and the Imladris elf had almost gone mad with worry.

The seneschal tossed restlessly on his bed, as dreadful thoughts of what could 
have happened to Legolas kept filling his mind. He was very sure that something 
terrible had befallen on the young elf, for it was very unlikely for Legolas to 
abandon him in such a long period of time. Glorfindel missed him terribly, and 
more than anything else, felt like killing himself for putting more trouble to the 
young elf's already horrible life. 

He meant it every word, when he took his vow over him. Upon hearing his tale, 
Glorfindel was confident that the youngster would not last much longer living with 
so many people hating him, moreover when his own family kept treating him like 
he was meaningless to them. Legolas was tremendously strong for having 
survived until now, but it was just a matter of time before he would succumb to 
his own grief, and then finally to his death. And Glorfindel loved him too much to 
let that to happen.

Glorfindel himself was not really sure of what kind of chances Legolas would 
have by living in Rivendell, for the long time hate between the Noldo and the 
Sinda might add some burdens upon the youngster's hope of a prosperous live. 
But Glorfindel had sworn to protect him, thus he promised to himself that he 
would do everything within his power to ensure the welfare of the young elf. After 
all, that was the least he could do. 

The seneschal kicked himself off from his thoughts as his ears caught the sound 
of the door being opened, and in the next second Felenduir entered the room 
with two guards tailing behind him. 

Glorfindel stiffened and immediately lifted his body into a sitting position. There 
was no mistaking in Felenduir's meaning by coming here. Glorfindel's instinct told 
him that it related with the last incident with Gildor, and that now he had to face 
the consequences for it. Glorfindel fully trusted his instinct, as it never betrayed 
him before. So he sat waiting, feeling almost certain that his life would come 
neared to its end.

"Well met, my lord," Felenduir greeted scornfully, halted a few feet away from the 
bed and signaled his men to approach the captive elf. "It is nice to see that you 
are well. My brother demanded to see you. You will be released from these 
chains, but I warned you not to dare yourself to make any slightest attempt of 
escaping."

"What if I do?" Glorfindel spat, not being able to contain the loathing in his voice.

"Then it will be that Greenleaf who will receive my wrath instead of you," 
Felenduir gave out a triumphant smile when he saw distress appeared on the 
seneschal's face upon hearing his words, and asked mockingly. "You do not 
want anything folly to happen to him, do you?"

Glorfindel glared dagger at the other blond. He realized that he could do nothing 
except to obey, for the Sinda had already discovered his greatest weakness and 
that they would use it against him as long as he was here. He drew a deep 
breath and watched in silence as the two guards unlocked the chains and then 
proceeded to haul him to the door. 

The small group of elves marched quietly through the long aisle of the palace, 
passing many doors and rounds, until at the end of a narrow passage, they finally 
reached the room of their destination. One of the guards opened the door and 
Felenduir, along with his precious prisoner, made their entrance, while the two 
guards waited outside.

Glorfindel scanned the chamber they just walked in. It was almost at the same 
size with the one he currently inhabited, except that it looked deserted and 
empty, saved for a small table and few chairs in the corner. Done with the brief 
observation, his eyes then fell quickly to the elves that were gathering at the far 
end of the room. Alderios was among them, standing arrogantly with five 
Mirkwood soldiers stood guard around him, and behind them stood the crown 
prince's youngest brother, Legolas.

Apart from all the bravery he had inside him, Glorfindel's stomach began to churn 
painfully as he caught sight of the young elf. Legolas had his back pressed tightly 
against the wall; both his hands were bound and lifted above his head with a 
thick rope that was hanging from a ceiling. Although he looked practically 
unharmed, except for some faint bruises on his face and neck, Glorfindel could 
feel uncertainty, as well as fear, started to climb into him. 

He didn't expect this to occur, didn't even have any single clue that Legolas 
would take part of the torment that was suppose to be bestowed only to him. As 
much as he believed that he had prepared himself for the worst to come, but now 
as he gazed deeply into Legolas' blue eyes which were tinged only with fright and 
fear, suddenly Glorfindel didn't feel that confident anymore. Watching Legolas get 
tortured was definitely something he could never bear.

Felenduir gave the seneschal an impatient push on his back, forcing him to walk 
to the direction where his brother and Legolas were standing. Pressing calmness 
to himself, Glorfindel obeyed and walked forward, until he came face to face with 
the eldest prince of Mirkwood.

"Just as I have thought," Alderios snickered, eyeing the tall blond before him up 
and down. "You would comply with no resilience. This is most impressive. Who 
would ever guess, that the weakness of a Balrog slayer lies in a form of a docile 
slave by the name of Legolas Greenleaf."

"Why is he here?" Glorfindel snapped angrily, risking a slight glance at the very 
distressed Legolas. "He has nothing to do with this. Let him go."

"On the contrary, seneschal, "Alderios replied, enjoying every bit of the moment 
of tantalizing Glorfindel. "He has much to do with whatever it is I am planning to 
do with you. Besides, it will only spoil all the fun if I release him."

"Let.Him.Go. Alderios," Glorfindel greeted his teeth, resisting the insane urge to 
throw a punch at the face of the smug elf. "I am warning you."

The defiant look on Glorfindel's face seemed to raise anger within the crown 
prince. He took a step forward, purposely closing the distance between himself 
and the Noldo's lord. Glorfindel tensed abruptly at their nearness, but 
nevertheless held his ground, standing tall and regal with every dignity he has 
inside him. Hatred was sharp on the two blondes' eyes as they locked their 
gazes.

"Filthy Noldo and his threat," Alderios scolded, his expression was divided 
between curiosity and amusement. "What is this sudden protectiveness over my 
belonging? Do you really think that by showering him with your so-called caress 
and affection you will be able to rid him from my doings?"

"Why did you even bother to ask?" Glorfindel shot back. "Do you envy us? Is that 
why you brought him here, so then you could torture us both as a result of your 
blinding jealousy?" 

A faint chuckle left Alderios' lips and he slowly shook his head.

"You clearly have forgetting yourself," he said calmly. "If that is so, then allow me 
to remind you. Legolas is far beyond your reach, seneschal, and he is not for 
sharing. Most of all, he belongs to me. You knew this, and yet you still granted 
yourself such luxury to touch what is mine." Fire flashed into Alderios' blue eyes 
as he continued. "You, my dear sweet lord, are obviously in need to be taught a 
lesson in mannerism. Legolas there already had his, much oblige to my younger 
brother, and I am afraid that now it is your turn. Take a good look at how we will 
break you."

"No one break me," Glorfindel replied quietly, almost arrogantly.

The prince raised his brows. "Really?" 

Not needing to utter more word, Alderios retreated to Legolas' side and nodded 
to Felenduir. With a wave from the younger prince, the five Mirkwood soldiers 
moved forward, almost in unison surrounding the captive elf, causing Glorfindel 
to take some cautious steps backwards.

"We have heard," an evil grin broke onto Alderios' face. "That Elrond's seneschal 
is as lethal with bare hands as he is with a sword. Go ahead, Noldo, prove it to 
us. Let Legolas bear witness as we rip every bone in that beautiful body of 
yours."

"No!" Legolas began to struggle against his bindings as he watched helplessly at 
the fight that would take place at any second.

Glorfindel looked around him and quickly took a defensive position, as the 
soldiers began closing in around him from every angle, their muscles stood out, 
ready to fight. One look from Glorfindel, and he understood that this battle would 
be unbalanced and would be a dirty one. And even as a mighty warrior as he 
was, Glorfindel had a feeling that he would not stand too long against five very 
strong looking soldiers, especially with no weapon in hand. But if the Sinda 
thought that they could bring him down without a fight, how they were so deadly 
wrong. 

Glorfindel charged first at the elf who stood the closest to him and with an 
amazing quickness, backhanded him hard across the face. As the elf's head 
swung to the side, Glorfindel grabbed both his shoulders and rammed his knee 
forcefully onto the soft spot in between the elf's legs. The blond soldier howled in 
pain as Glorfindel' knee made a harsh contact with his shaft, possibly almost 
destroying it completely, and he crumpled to the ground, slowly crouching his 
way out of the battle. 

Glorfindel whipped around fast to face the next one, just in time as the elf soldier 
threw himself on him, sending both of them crumbling to the ground, with 
Glorfindel landed on his back and his opponent on top of him. The elf caught 
both of the seneschal's hands and pinned them to the ground, almost certain that 
he had the Noldo under his grasps, but Glorfindel was far from surrendering. 
With strength of an accomplished fighter, he tore one hand free and then the 
other one. He took strong hold on both sides of the elf's face, then with all the 
power he could muster, twisted the golden head sharply to the side. The blond elf 
fell dead instantly as the bones on his neck snapped broken with a loud crack. 

That was two down, three to go, and supposedly Glorfindel could fight them all, if 
he wasn't too busy trying to get rid of the dead body that slumped heavily over 
his own, and therefore failed to register that the other three elves were already 
advancing closely toward him. Caught off guard, Glorfindel could only gasp as a 
well-aimed kick landed straight on his face. The first kick was swiftly followed by 
several others, enough to send his head spinning. Nausea swept over him and 
he slumped his head back, trying hard to get rid of the black spots that were 
dancing wildly in his eyes. 

Recognizing that they had defeated their foe, the Sinda soldiers didn't waste any 
time. One of them lifted the weakened body of the seneschal, pulling him roughly 
to his feet, and twisted his arms behind his back. Glorfindel rebelled, but the elf 
behind him threw one arm around his waist, and took a strong grip at it, locking 
him secured. Breathing heavily, Glorfindel stood limply, his muscles tensed as he 
waited for the harsher punishment to come. 

The other two elves then took their turn in torturing the helpless blond. They 
bombarded every corner of Glorfindel's face with their fists and then proceeded 
with his body, arms and legs, as if they were determined to break all the bones in 
the delicate figure. Glorfindel's body kept jerking with every violent blow that 
rained on him. He slumped forward and if it were not for the hand that was 
holding him, he would definitely have fallen to the ground. But as hurt as it could 
be, the seneschal refused to scream out his pain. He had too much pride to give 
his enemies that kind of satisfaction. So the beatings continued, and the sound of 
Glorfindel's muffled cries echoed pitifully around the chamber.

Watching through the whole ordeal with mounting horror, Legolas had 
transformed from a very desperate and angry elf into a ballistic hurricane. He 
twisted and pulled ever so madly against his ropes until he felt both of his wrists 
were going to snap, while non-stop screams of "stop" and "please" kept pouring 
down from his mouth. He could imagine what kind of agony that Glorfindel must 
have going through, and for all he knew, if the elves kept going with the beating, 
it was possible that the Noldo would die. Legolas' despair had reached its peak, 
all the coherent thoughts had fled away, and he turned to his eldest brother.

"Alderios!" the young elf roared, "If you are in so much need to torture us both, 
then do it to me. Let me take his place." 

Alderios turned around, studying his bound brother with narrow eyes.

"Do be careful of what you wish for, little elf," Alderios threatened. "You never 
know if I may grant that wish of yours."

"I can take it!" Legolas screamed louder. "Do whatever you want with me. Just 
please, spare him. Look at him, Alderios! You could have killed him!"

"But I do not have any intention to kill him," the older elf returned. "As a matter of 
fact, I have another plan for him."

If possible, Legolas' eyes grew even wider. "Do not rape him, Alderios, please. 
Not again."

Alderios laughed softly and reached up to lay his palm on the youngster's cheek.

"Who said that I, or anyone, will rape him?" Silky deadliness covered the crown 
prince's voice, and he smiled. "Do not fret, my pretty one, that I will not do. But I 
do have another thing in my mind, and for all I can say, we have hardly begun 
with it."

Horrid shock blanched Legolas' face, his voice faltered. "What is it you wished of 
us, Alderios? Why are you doing this?"

But Alderios had lost interest to answer anymore questions. He turned to the 
commotion in the middle of the room, and ordered sternly:

"That is enough. Let him go."

At the command of their young lord, the soldiers halted and the one who held 
Glorfindel released his grip on the blond's body. Having not even the slightest 
strength to stand on his own, Glorfindel instantly slid to the ground. 

Legolas gulped down a sob as he laid his eyes onto the wretched form of his 
beloved. Face slicked with sweat and blood, Glorfindel lied motionless on his 
side, trembling hard from the must-be throbbing pain that seemed to engulf him 
completely. The only indication that he was still alive was the movement of his 
chest, which was falling and rising quickly with every ragged breath that left his 
lips, and when he raised a palm to hold his abdomen, Legolas realized that one 
of his ribs must have been broken. Fear swept back to Legolas as he heard 
Alderios yelled his second order.

"Get Silos over here."

One of the soldiers immediately complied. He walked to the door and opened it, 
gesturing to whoever was out there to come inside. As if he had been waiting all 
along, a young blond elf then made his entry. 

Legolas stared in agape, surprised at the sudden turn of event. He knew of this 
Silos, or better yet had heard about him than actually met him in person. Silos 
was a young soldier, most possibly was younger than he was, and his awkward 
reputation of being a master of seduction was well known. With a beauty that 
almost rivaled that of Legolas himself, Silos knew well how to use it for his best 
advantage. From the on-going rumors that were spread among the soldiers, 
Legolas was convinced that Silos had slept with almost every high rank officer in 
the Mirkwood's army, even suspected that Silos had bedded even Alderios and 
Felenduir, the one act that had won him many great favors from the two princes. 
Legolas never liked the brazen elf, and his dislike turned quickly into genuine 
hatred, as his eyes followed Silos walked confidently to where Glorfindel was 
lying and knelt down in front of him.

A sudden realization hit Legolas, and he frowned, as the thought raised the hair 
on the back of his neck. He didn't quite comprehend what Silos had been 
assigned to do to Glorfindel, but whatever it was it must have been something to 
do with humiliating him, to the lowest degree, if possible. What could be any 
other motive than that? It was what his brothers have been trying to accomplish 
after all. Anger crept slowly to Legolas' face, and before he could stop it, he 
blurted out.

"Get away from him, Silos," Legolas hissed, putting all threats into his voice. "I 
mean it." 

Silos didn't seem to hear him, or maybe just chose not to; instead he averted his 
eyes to Alderios. At an approval nod from the eldest prince, the young soldier 
then went along with his "duty".

The room went into a deafening silence as Silos crouched near the lying figure 
and pushed Glorfindel's legs apart. Once he had settled himself comfortably in 
between the seneschal's unresisting limbs, Silos bent down and pressed his own 
body intimately to Glorfindel's, forcing him to feel the heat of their closeness. 
Roaming above the very confused and hurt Glorfindel, he ran his fingers 
alongside the bleeding face, while at the same time enjoying the disoriented look 
that came out from the Noldo. 

"You are beautiful," Silos purred, eyes intent on the other blond'. "Much too 
perfect for a Noldo. I have a feeling I will very much enjoy pleasuring you."

He bent down further as if to give Glorfindel a kiss. Glorfindel knew what he was 
trying to do and turned his head away in disgust.

"Get off me, you little sick," he choked out, blood dripping down from his mouth 
as he spoke.

But the young seducer would have none of it. He has an assignment to carry on 
and he would not disappoint his lords. Grabbing the side of Glorfindel's face, he 
forcefully turned the seneschal's head to face him, then without pity, slammed his 
mouth down to Glorfindel's own, crushing their lips together. 

Glorfindel let out a strangled cry, more pain invaded him, as he found his already 
hurting mouth being violated and plundered with no mercy. His hands shot up 
instinctively to Silos' chest, in order to shove the youngster off him, only to have 
them batted away. Apparently Silos was not as fragile as he looked, and he even 
put more pressure to the kiss, causing Glorfindel to almost black out from the 
stabbing pain. Dazedly, he felt Silos' fingers unbuttoned his tunic, opening it wide 
and revealing his body to the prying eyes of everyone in the room.

"You even taste sweet, Noldo," Silos leered lustfully when he finally ended his 
conquest. "I like you. You will not regret this thing that I will do to you, that I 
promise you."

The Sinda lowered himself even more and drove his expert tongue through 
Glorfindel' bruised and battered body, teasing and stroking every inch of the 
seneschal's skin, and loving at the way the muscles tensed beneath his touch. 
When he started to play with the two nipples, it was then that Glorfindel began to 
shudder. 

Glorfindel could not think straight. Something in his fuzzy brain told him that this 
was wrong. He was suppose to fight, and was not suppose to give in so easily to 
this crude act of lust, not when everyone was watching and certainly NOT when 
Legolas was one of the spectators. But the constant pain had brought him down 
to nothing, he couldn't move, couldn't even breath properly, and to his greatest 
horror, he couldn't stop his traitorous body from responding to the unbearable 
pleasure Silos had descended into him. Waves of dark desire started to flood 
through him, clouding both his mind and body, leaving him breathless with an 
unspent passion, and against his every will, Glorfindel could feel himself began to 
swell into impossible hardness. 

Panic surfaced when he felt Silos' hands scrabbled at the lacing of his leggings. 
With all his remaining strength, Glorfindel wriggled, trying to turn to his side, but 
Silos put one palm right atop of his broken rib, and the pain it caused was just 
paralyzing. Glorfindel panted, fury and shame blended into one as the clothes 
finally pried open, allowing his erect member to spring free from its concealment. 

Silos smiled, it seemed it was not a very hard task at all. He put a firm grip at the 
seneschal's belly, holding him in place but was careful not to knock him out of 
consciousness. Then with no slight hesitation, Silos took Glorfindel' hardened 
shaft fully in his mouth, eliciting a strangled groan from the desperate blond 
underneath him, and then almost cheerfully, the young Sinda went along with his 
oral ministration.

Jealousy blackened Legolas' usually light blue orbs as he fixed his eyes to the 
erotic picture laid before his eyes. Black mist of hatred and disgust clouded his 
very features, making his whole expression was almost frightening to look at. He 
felt, rather than saw, Alderios peered into him, most probably his brother was 
very much expected that he would weep at seeing this. But to his own 
amazement, he did not. Not even a single tear escaped his eyes, for what he felt 
inside was only anger. And hatred.

Somehow, in his insane mind, Legolas felt like he was supposed to be overjoyed 
that his brothers didn't give any more beatings to Glorfindel, instead they decided 
to pleasure him. At least it would not cause any physical injury on Glorfindel, he 
would not die because of it, and for that Legolas should feel relief, or perhaps 
even grateful. Except there was only one problem: that it was supposed to be 
HIS hands and mouth that pleasured Glorfindel and not those of Silos's. No other 
being, no matter who it was and for whatever reason, could lay a hand on 
Glorfindel, because Glorfindel was his, and no one, not even his brothers, could 
treat both of them like this. 

Legolas was angry beyond belief; to the point he never thought that such anger 
would ever existed. Not to Glorfindel, he felt only pity for him, but to his brothers. 
He was angry that his brothers were using this as if to mock him, like it was 
merely a child game to them or a prank of some sort. He feared his brothers, that 
was true, but it was all in the past. There was no more fear, no more sadness, 
only fiery hatred. He hated his brothers, hated all elves in Mirkwood, hated the 
world, and finally he hated himself, for being unable to give any helping hand to 
Glorfindel. This whole thing felt like nothing but the purest of torture. No torture 
before this could be compared, as it struck deep not physically, but into his heart.

Legolas silently made a mental note to kill Silos for this, that was one, and two, 
he would kill the three soldiers that had beat Glorfindel, and then, if there was
still 
any gut left in him, he too would end his brother's lives. There was no better and 
sweeter revenge than death.

Feeling like he would throw up if he watched any longer, Legolas shut his eyes. 
All at once, he felt Felenduir's fist in his hair.

"Open your eyes and watch, Legolas," Felenduir murmured in his ear. "Or else, I 
will slit his throat."

Legolas snorted, had no choice but to open his eyes, and wondered when all this 
would ever came to an end.

Silos made an excellent work in bringing Glorfindel into the verge of his orgasm. 
One look at the bloodied seneschal and he knew that Glorfindel was near his 
climax. He quickened his pace, and was more than ready when Glorfindel cried 
out and came inside his mouth. Silos swallowed all the milky substances, wiped 
them out clean, and climbed up to Glorfindel, gave him a tender kiss before at 
last stood up straight. 

Glorfindel lied quivering, exhausted from all the pain and humiliation. He closed 
his eyes and didn't bother to make any move, not because he didn't dare to face 
his enemies, but simply because he had no courage to meet Legolas' eyes. He 
had betrayed him, no matter what the circumstances might be, and he would 
never know if the young elf would ever forgive him. Guilty washed over him, and 
for the first time in his life, Glorfindel felt like crying.

Alderios released his brother from his bindings, and made a show to look him 
over. Legolas stayed oddly in silence, bowing his head and massaging his wrists.

"Do you still believe that he loves you, my dear brother?" the older elf taunted. 
"You may say whatever lies in your head, but you have seen what took place. If 
he really cares about you, it would never have happened, would it not?" 
Mistaking Legolas' quietness as compliance, he continued on. "You poor little 
thing. I would be surprised if …….. "

He never finished his words, as Legolas's fist struck him hard on the face. 
Alderios staggered on his feet, but managed to catch himself before he fell to the 
ground. In a second, Felenduir jumped to Legolas' side and grabbed the 
youngster's hand.

"What is it you are trying to do, pen-neth?" Felenduir asked furiously.

"You are sick, Alderios!" Legolas screamed in frustration, ignoring his second 
brother completely. "I witnessed nothing, and you haven't prove anything. I love 
Glorfindel, and he loves me, and you know nothing of what we have. Give it up, 
Alderios, you will never break him and you will never break me."

Felenduir raised his hand as if to give the young elf a hit, but Alderios's voice 
stopped him.

"Let him be!" the crown prince barked. He snatched Legolas from his brother's 
grip, holding both of the youngster's arms, and drew him closer to face him. 

"Take the Noldo back to his room," he said to Felenduir without turning around. 
His eyes blazed with a maddening rage as he glared to Legolas. "As for you, 
proud elf, we have some unfinished matters to solve. Apparently you have not 
yet learned your lesson."

With those words, Alderios then stormed out of the room, dragging his angry 
younger brother with him.
 

TBC
 
 
 



Title: In the Name of Faith (11/?) 

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/?  

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just 
borrowing them.  

Warning: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could 
think of)  

Author’s note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNING! If you do not 
like it, do leave.  


Thank you so much to the betas Alasse and Megan, who gave me so much help 
with this chapter. 
                   
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Chapter Eleven 

                   
The door to Alderios's suite barked open with a loud bang, and in the next 
second the crown prince burst in, with a struggling form of Legolas under his 
grasps. Once they were inside, Alderios threw the young elf roughly to the 
marble floor and shut the door closed with a kick. 

As soon as his body hit the ground, Legolas immediately slid backwards, putting 
as much safe distance as possible between himself and his raging brother. 
Running away was of no option, as Alderios stood blocking the door, and even if 
he did escape, there was nowhere he could go anyhow. So he crept, until he 
found a safe corner and sat there, pressing his back tightly to the wall, ever alert 
of Alderios's next move. 

Legolas sensed clearly Alderios's anger, as well as his arousal. Seldom he saw 
Alderios in such of state before, and if Legolas was in his usual cowardice 
behavior, this whole situation was surely frightened him, possibly would even 
made him weep to the bone. As for now, he simply did not care. 

Legolas aware that he was being a fool for delivering that inexplicable punch 
onto Alderios' face, and that he had to pay a great price for it. But of what kind of 
punishment would Alderios bring into him, Legolas didn't wish to know, and he 
wasn't afraid either, for he was too deep in rage to let fear slipped into him. 

Alderios stared at his youngest brother with predatory stillness that could make 
anyone's skin crawled just by looking at him. He was angry, but was also very 
much aroused. Having been so, ever since he watched Glorfindel and Silos with 
their little show back in the torture chamber. His lust covered most of his rage, 
and the sight of Legolas, looking so helpless and vulnerable before him, was 
exciting him more than ever. Malice sparkled in Alderios's blue eyes, as he 
imagined all the wickedness he might performed to the blond beauty. 

Silence engulfed the huge chamber as two pairs of blue eyes exchanged angry 
gazes, until Alderios's voice broke the air.  

"Disrobe." 

Stubbornness was tight on Legolas's face as he shook his head. "Nay." 

Alderios took one threatening step toward his youngest, cornering him. 

"Strip, and get on the bed," he repeated. His voice was deep and husky, 
testimonies to his lust. 

Boiling anger brought haze to Legolas's mind. Being submissive was the last 
thing he would give. He sucked in his breath and screamed aloud.

"Why can't you just die and leave me alone?!" 

Legolas's harsh response drove his brother completely out of patience. With a 
speed of someone being possessed, Alderios charged to his youngest. He 
grabbed both his shoulders, bringing him down onto the ground, and leapt atop 
of him. Legolas was more than ready to fight back, even that his breath was 
knocked out of him as he landed hard on his back. Panting breaths filled the air 
as the two siblings wrestled fiercely for dominance, until after some times the 
older and stronger elf started to take over.

Although that fury had lent him much needed strength, Legolas realized quickly 
that he was no match for the other elf, and that he was losing fast. Almost frantic, 
he managed to free one hand, and with a desperate strength, he rammed his fist 
to Alderios's face. As his brother reeled to one side, Legolas pushed him off him, 
then quickly scrambled to his feet.  

To his dismay, Alderios was much tougher than he had expected. Before he 
could even stood properly, Legolas felt Alderios's strong hand grabbed one of his 
ankles. One rough yank and Legolas crumbled to the ground. The young elf 
dropped down, gasped loudly as his head collided hard with the stone floor. 

Black spots quickly invaded his eyes, and panic was only made it much worse. 
Legolas tried with all he might to haul himself up, but failed terribly. It was too
late 
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