Title: Prisoner of Gondor 1-5/? 
 
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.co.il  
 
Beta: Manon. Thank you sweetie. 
 
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ask me first I probably say, “Yes”, or Legolas will be punished 
again… 
 
Rate: NC-17. 
 
Main Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas 
 
Summary: Legolas and Glorfindel were on their way to Gondor, 
but on their arrival, things go wrong. One is put in the dungeon, 
after being horribly humiliated, and the other enjoys the good 
life. Will the prisoner find hope, or die alone in the dark dungeon 
after the humiliation?  
 
Warning: Missing scene. Torture, dirty language, rape, sex, and 
the whole circumstances that followed, as well as thoughts of 
suicide.  
In this chapter there is a lot of torture, if you can’t bear this, just 
LEAVE. 
If you are: It is your own risk/responsibility. You’ve been 
WARNED!  
 
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J R R TOLKIEN's characters, 
only those I have created. 
 
Author notes: This is still my first attempt at writing, so be kind.
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…you're delirious 
So consumed in all your doom 
Trying hard to fill the emptiness 
The piece is gone and the puzzle undone 
That's the way it is 
 
“Beautiful” - Christina Aguilera  
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Chapter one: On the way to Gondor.  
 
Legolas was on his way to Gondor when he saw Glorfindel 
riding on Elrond’s horse, Deriay, and wondered to himself where 
Elrond could be. But Elrond was nowhere to be seen, so he said 
nothing, and approached Glorfindel with his own horse, Arod. 
 
“Glorfindel! Where is Elrond, and why are you riding his horse?” 
he asked, speaking in his soft voice. 
 
“If I remember correctly, he received an urgent letter asking him 
to go to Gondor as soon as possible. I’m now bringing his horse 
back to Gondor” Glorfindel said, hoping that Legolas wouldn’t 
ask any more questions. 
 
“What is wrong in Gondor?” Legolas asked him with a worried 
look on his face. 
 
“I wish I knew,” Glorfindel answered. He was actually lying, but 
he did not want to mention the real reason to Legolas.  
 
“Where are you going, my friend? Back to your realm?” 
Glorfindel asked, trying to change the subject. 
 
“I am on the way to Gondor to visit my dearest friends. I will then 
make my way home after I have seen them,” Legolas answered. 
Continuing, he asked: “Did you see the letter?” 
 
“No, Elrond did not let me read it,” Glorfindel told him. He did not 
want to discuss it any further with Legolas. He only wished to 
continue on his journey. 
 
Legolas tried to read him, but without success. Glorfindel was 
blocking him, so Legolas just sighed to himself, trying to find 
some peace in his mind. He had a strange feeling about 
Glorfindel, but could not put his finger on it. 
 
The shadows lengthened as night-time approached. They made 
camp, and they began to talk 
 
“Legolas, for a long time I wanted to ask you a question in 
private,” Glorfindel said, looking over to Legolas to see how he 
would react. When there wasn’t any comment, he continued. 
“Do you have a lover?” he asked. He saw that Legolas was 
shocked by the question, for his eyes were wide and his mouth 
open. 
 
“Pardon? Did I hear correctly? Did I have a lover? You must be 
kidding, right?” Legolas asked, puzzled. He looked over to 
Glorfindel, and saw him nod. Still puzzled and confused, 
Legolas asked: “Glorfindel, what do you want from me?”  
 
“I want to make love to you, Legolas. That is what I want,” 
Glorfindel said to him and continued: “Do you know that you are 
the beautiful elf that I have ever seen?” He saw that Legolas still 
had his mouth open with shock, and reached over to kiss the 
honeyed lips. Legolas drew back when he saw that Glorfindel 
wanted to kiss him. Glorfindel followed him, until Legolas found 
himself up against Glorfindel’s horse. He saw that Glorfindel’s 
eyes were closed. Just as Glorfindel was closing in for the kiss, 
Legolas quickly moved to the side so that Glorfindel kissed the 
horse’s arse instead.  
 
Laughter was heard, and Glorfindel opened his eyes. He was 
surprised to see Legolas laughing at him, his finger pointing 
straight at Glorfindel’s face. 
 
“What is it?” Glorfindel whispered, not finding his situation so 
amusing. He saw that Legolas was still laughing at him, so he 
yelled at Legolas “WHAT IS IT?” The smile and joy that were 
showing on Legolas’ face vanished, and Legolas began to pale, 
almost to the point of fainting. 
 
“Oh, Legolas, you are in my hands now – I will take care of you,” 
said Glorfindel as he reached for Legolas before Legolas fell to 
the ground. 
 
As Legolas heard Glorfindel’s last words, he tried to get away 
from him, but Glorfindel caught him before he could move.  
 
“Did you see who you kissed?” Legolas whispered to him; he 
felt he had no strength left. 
 
“Of course I saw – it was you, you are the only one here,” 
Glorfindel said. 
 
“Except it wasn’t me that you kissed,” Legolas said, looking over 
to Glorfindel. He saw that Glorfindel had a shocked look on his 
face. 
 
“Then if it wasn’t you that I kissed, who did I kiss?” Glorfindel 
demanded, still holding Legolas in his arms. 
 
Legolas looked at Glorfindel with fear in his eyes. He did not 
want to tell Glorfindel, but knew that Glorfindel would persist 
until Legolas answered him. “You kissed your horse,” he 
whispered. 
 
“I what?” asked Glorfindel incredulously. “And where, exactly, 
did I kiss the horse?” There was no reply from Legolas – he just 
stared mutely at Glorfindel.  
 
“Do you have a mirror, Legolas?” Glorfindel’s voice was icily 
calm. Legolas nodded slowly. “Legolas, give me you mirror. 
NOW!” ordered Glorfindel, letting go of Legolas so that he could 
get the mirror for Glorfindel. 
 
Slowly, Legolas handed the mirror to Glorfindel. Glorfindel 
snatched the mirror away and, looking into it, realised that 
Legolas was right – he had kissed a horse; the *rear* end of a 
horse, to be exact. No wonder he could smell horseshit; he 
thought it may have been nearby, but in actual fact, it was on his 
face. Furious, he grabbed one of Legolas’ hands and used it to 
try and clean his face. 
 
Legolas started to protest, but Glorfindel did not want to listen 
him – he was beyond listening. 
 
After he had cleaned his face, Glorfindel pushed Legolas’ hand 
away with disgust, and watched as Legolas fell on the ground. 
 
Legolas was now feeling ashamed for what he had done, but 
knew that there was nothing he could do. What is done, is done. 
You cannot, move the wheel back, only forward. He turned 
away, feeling ashamed of himself, so he couldn’t what Glorfindel 
was doing. After several minutes, he felt a rope being tied 
around his body tightly. It was beginning to cut off his blood 
flow. 
 
“What are you doing?” Legolas whispered to him. 
 
“Now I will make sure that you will pay,” Glorfindel said to him. 
 
Legolas couldn’t breathe as he felt the rope press his bones 
near his lungs. He was beginning to turn blue – death was near. 
He could feel it, and saw the Halls of Mandos open up to 
welcome him, and knew that death was touching him. Darkness 
overtook him before he lost consciousness. 
 
The freezing water woke him from unconsciousness. For a 
moment he felt as if he were drowning, till he felt strong hands 
pulling him out of the water and throwing him onto the grass. 
The force of the throw caused him to lose consciousness again. 
Blood was dripping from a cut on his head. 
 
Glorfindel saw there were marks on Legolas’ skin from the rope, 
and saw the blood dripping from the wound from Legolas’ head. 
At first he tried to ignore it, but then as the blood continued to 
drip, he took some healing herbs from the pack on Elrond’s 
horse and, making a paste, placed it on the wound to stop the 
bleeding.  
 
Legolas was still unconscious. Glorfindel tried to rouse him by 
slapping him with all the force he had. 
 
The sting from the slap brought Legolas to the edge of 
consciousness. He was vaguely aware of Glorfindel trying to 
rouse him, but he did not want to open his eyes. He just hoped 
that this was a nightmare, and wished for Aragorn to help him, 
to save him from this. 
 
Legolas had begun to tremble – he felt the coldness of the water 
seeping through his body. Glorfindel moved closer to him, and 
tried to warm Legolas by holding him. An idea came to 
Glorfindel’s mind, and he started to remove his clothing and that 
of Legolas. 
 
“Legolas, I’ll make sure now that it will be warm for you,” 
Glorfindel said to him, a smile showing on his face. 
 
“No” Legolas whispered. He felt weak and unable to move. 
 
“Now you are mine. I have desired you since I saw you for the 
first time at the council, and now you are mine,” Glorfindel said 
to him, desire shining in his eyes. Passion overtook him, and he 
took Legolas. 
 
The pain was blinding. In tears, Legolas begged Glorfindel to 
stop, but Glorfindel did not hear him. Glorfindel continued 
pounding into Legolas’ body, driving harder and deeper; he was 
totally beyond any reason. 
 
“Stop, please stop.” Legolas whispered, but knowing it was 
futile.  
 
‘Aragorn, I wish you were here to help me. I need your help, 
mellon [friend]’ Legolas thought, but knew there was no one 
there to help him. 
 
Still Glorfindel continued; it was after several minutes that he 
finally stopped. He left Legolas lying naked on the grass, and he 
walked to the lake to wash himself. 
 
Legolas closed his eyes. The pain and the sorrow started to 
claim him, and for a moment he wished he could kill himself, but 
his knives were too far away for him to reach, and he could not 
move; he was in so much pain. 
 
Glorfindel washed himself quickly and went back to see how his 
lover doing. He saw Legolas still lying on the grass naked, and 
his eyes closed. He rushed over to Legolas to see if there was 
still a sign of life. He felt a sense of relief when he could still 
hear Legolas’ heart beating – Legolas was still alive.  
 
“Legolas, don’t you dare die on me,” he whispered in Legolas’ 
ears. 
 
Glorfindel was holding Legolas like a baby, trying to make 
Legolas open his eyes. 
 
“Legolas, my love. Open your eyes – it’s driving me crazy.” 
Tears started to fall as his gaze passed over Legolas. 
 
Still Legolas had not moved. 
 
“I hope that Aragorn can wake you up,” Glorfindel whispered to 
Legolas. 
 
As Legolas heard the name Aragorn, he tried to open his eyes. 
 
“Legolas, I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you,” Glorfindel said 
softly. 
 
Legolas slowly opened his eyes. He saw Glorfindel holding him. 
They both were naked. 
 
“Legolas, my love.” Glorfindel sighed, and saw Legolas staring 
at him. 
 
“Where are my clothes?” Legolas whispered, as he felt the air fill 
his lungs. 
 
“I’ll dress you. You don’t have to be afraid of me,” Glorfindel said 
to him. 
 
“I will do it alone,” Legolas whispered, feeling ashamed. 
 
“No Legolas –you do not have the strength to do it,” said 
Glorfindel fiercely. 
 
“No, Glorfindel. I will do it alone.” Legolas tried to raise his voice 
and claim his clothes. 
 
Glorfindel put his hand on Legolas’ mouth and said to him, “I will 
dress you, Legolas. If you tell anyone what happened, I swear 
that you’ll suffer, and you’ll wish that I had left you to die,” he 
said to Legolas. 
 
Legolas eyes were full of misery and sadness. He felt useless, 
like a mouse in the corner. He had no place to hide. 
 
“Now I’ll dress you, and we will ride together to Gondor,” said 
Glorfindel. Continuing, he said: “I’ll make sure that you’ll not 
even tell your dearest friends. If you do, they will suffer because 
of you. I will be watching you, Legolas Greenleaf.” 
 
Legolas paled when he heard Glorfindel’s words. The clothes 
hid the bruises and the rope-burn; only the mark on his head 
remained. 
 
Glorfindel put Legolas on Arod, and then mounted Deriay. He 
took the rope he had used on Legolas, and tied it on Arod so 
that he could lead him.  
 
They reached the gates of Gondor.  
 
“Remember what I said to you before,” Glorfindel whispered to 
Legolas before they entered Gondor. 
 
End of Chapter 1.
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I cry silently 
I cry inside of me 
I cry hopelessly 
 
"I cry" – Westlife 
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Chapter two: "Legolas, are you well?" 
 
"My Lord, guests have arrived," a guard said to Aragorn. 
 
"Do you have any idea who are they?" Aragorn asked. Visitors 
were not often seen in his realm. 
 
"Elves, my Lord. One of them is injured," the guard said. 
 
As Aragorn heard the word `injured' he rushed out after his 
guard. 
 
He saw Glorfindel holding an elf. Blonde hair was flying in the 
wind, and Aragorn could see a mark on the injured elf's head. 
As he came closer he saw that the injured elf was Legolas. 
Instead of asking Legolas what happened, he turned to 
Glorfindel. 
 
"What happened?" Aragorn asked. 
 
"Orcs." 
 
"Guards! Help him, and move him to the healing house," 
Aragorn ordered. "Send a message to my wife to meet me 
there."  
 
He walked after the guards who were carrying Legolas. He saw 
the dirt on Legolas clothes, and asked a servant as they arrived 
in the healing house to draw a bath. The injury could be 
infected, and Aragorn wanted to see if there were any other 
injuries on Legolas. 
 
Once the bath had been drawn, servants made to remove the 
dirty clothing from Legolas. When they saw the bruises on 
Legolas' body, they called to the king and the queen. 
 
When Arwen saw Legolas' pale skin, and the bruises upon it, 
she almost fainted, but her husband held and supported her. 
 
"Let me wash you, my greenleaf," she said to him softly. 
 
Aragorn watched as Arwen washed Legolas' body, not saying a 
word. 
 
Once they were finished bathing Legolas, they placed him on 
the bed and covered him with a blanket. Legolas slept. 
 
A day passed, and one night. Neither Aragorn nor Arwen moved 
from Legolas' side. Food was brought to them; they worked in 
shifts guarding Legolas. When Aragorn slept, Arwen guarded 
Legolas, whispering to him softly.  
 
After three days, the prince opened his eyes. The sun was 
blinding him and he placed his hand over his eyes to block out 
the light. 
 
"Legolas. Are you well?" He heard the voices, and recognised 
them as Aragorn and Arwen's. But he could not answer them, 
for he was still frightened by Glorfindel's words.  
 
"Legolas?" they asked again. Aragorn and Arwen turned to each 
other, both wearing worried looks. 
 
But Legolas closed his eyes, feeling the tears filling them, and 
he began to sob. Arwen tried to comfort him. 
 
After he was healed and allowed to get up from the bed, 
Legolas left the room and went into the garden. All he wanted 
was to be left alone. 
 
Arwen watched her friend, standing and staring over at 
something that she could not see. 
 
"Aragorn, did he eat anything?" she asked, her eyes locked on 
Legolas. 
 
"No. For two days he's been standing there, staring at 
something. He has not eaten, nor has he slept," Aragorn said to 
his wife. 
 
"I'll go to talk to him," Arwen said to her husband, who nodded 
to her. 
 
Arwen left the palace and walked over to Legolas.  
 
"Legolas?" she asked, but there was no answer. 
 
"Legolas?" Again she asked, and again there was no answer. 
 
She reached out with her hand to touch Legolas on the 
shoulder, but he pulled away before she could do so. He turned 
to her, and she saw his eyes were full of tears, and a sad look 
showed on his face. 
 
"Legolas, we are your friends," she said to him softly and 
continued: "Why do you ignore us?" Still Legolas could not 
answer her.  
 
"Come with me. You are my guest, and my friend. Can you not 
tell me what troubles you so much?" She led him to the palace, 
all the while supporting him from falling. 
 
Legolas knew that Glorfindel was somewhere; somewhere out 
of sight – yet he could feel Glorfindel's eyes following him where 
ever he went. 
 
Fear. He could feel the fear rising. He almost fell, but Arwen 
prevented him from doing so.  
 
Arwen led him into the palace. 
 
As they entered the palace, Arwen led Legolas to a chair and 
asked him to sit. He sat in front of the fire, watching the flames. 
He could feel the flames of the fire burn him, his heart, his soul. 
He could feel the tears streaming down his face. 
 
Aragorn entered the room and, seeing that Legolas was crying, 
tried to comfort him. But it was no use. 
 
"Please, leave me alone," Legolas said to them softly. All he 
wants is to be left alone.  
 
"No. We will not leave you alone. You are our friend," Aragorn 
said. 
 
"I want to be left alone," Legolas repeated. 
 
"Why?" They asked him together. 
 
"I can't tell you. If I tell, you'll be hurt, and I do not wish for that to 
happen. Please," he tried to convince them. 
 
He rose from the chair, stumbling a little. Aragorn wanted to 
help him, but Legolas halted him. 
 
"No Aragorn. I'll manage. I'm going to the stable. Thank you for 
all you've done, my friends," he said. 
 
After Legolas left, Aragorn saw the worry in his wife's eyes. He, 
too, was worried about his friend.  
 
He left them, and walked directly to the stable. He was so 
wrapped up in his misery that he failed to realize that he was 
being followed. 
 
"Legolas." 
 
He recognized the voice, and he could not move; all of a 
sudden, his legs seemed paralyzed. 
 
"I miss you so much," Glorfindel said to him.  
 
Legolas had wanted to be alone, yet now he couldn't be. 
Glorfindel had now destroyed any chance of that. All his hope 
had faded away. He could not take any more of the pain from 
Glorfindel's cruelty. 
 
Glorfindel came closer to him and, putting his hand on Legolas' 
shoulder, kissed him. He could sense the fear in Legolas. 
 
Legolas felt Glorfindel's hand on his shoulder. He began to 
tremble; he was frightened of Glorfindel. 
 
Legolas was so close to being alone, but he knew now that 
chance was  
gone. 
 
Glorfindel scanned the area to see if he was being watched. 
Then he grabbed Legolas' arm and led him into the stable. In his 
other hand he held a rope – the same rope he had used on 
Legolas. 
 
He pushed Legolas onto the straw and closed the door after 
him, making sure it was locked. He did not want anyone to 
disturb him. 
 
Legolas started to shake. He was frightened of what Glorfindel 
was going to do to him. 
 
Flipping Legolas onto his stomach, Glorfindel tore away 
Legolas' clothes and threw them aside. He pushed Legolas' 
head into the straw, and straddled Legolas' body; Legolas could 
barely breath, but Glorfindel was not aware of that. All he saw 
was Legolas' pale arse, almost as white as milk. Glorfindel's 
eyes darkened with passion and desire; his mind filled with evil 
and cruel thoughts. 
 
With his other hand, Glorfindel managed to remove his 
breeches freeing his cock, dripping with precum, from its tight 
confines. Legolas could feel what Glorfindel was doing, and was 
terrified.  
 
Taking Legolas' wrists, Glorfindel tied them behind Legolas' 
back with one end of the rope that he brought, with the 
remainder of the rope lying on Legolas' arse. He had tied the 
rope so tightly that they began to cut into Legolas' wrists, 
making them bleed. 
 
With his right hand, Glorfindel grabbed the piece of rope and 
used it like a whip on Legolas' arse, leaving red marks. At the 
same time, and without any warning, Glorfindel put one finger, 
then another, and another, until the whole of his other hand was 
inside  
Legolas' arse. He began to move his hand inside Legolas, not 
caring that Legolas was tense from the intrusion, not caring that 
Legolas was beginning to bleed. 
 
Taking his hand out, Glorfindel placed his cock at Legolas' 
entrance and pushed in. He began pushing, thrusting, using his 
hands to slap Legolas on the arse, not caring about the pain he 
was causing. He fucked Legolas harder and harder, taking a 
perverse satisfaction from the screams that came from Legolas. 
His hunger and desire for Legolas seemed never-ending; he 
could not get his fill.  
 
Glorfindel's breathing became ragged as his thrusting became 
more brutal; he could feel his release was close. With one final 
thrust, he released his seed within Legolas' unwilling body. 
 
And all the while Legolas was screaming. Only Glorfindel heard 
him; no one else – no one who could help save Legolas from 
this torment. 
 
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At the same time within the palace… 
 
Aragorn watched his wife as she was standing near the window; 
saw how her dress emphasized her slim body, the thin material 
clearly showing her nipples. 
 
Looking at her, he could feel the passion and hunger rising for 
his wife. He moved closer to her, sliding his hands over her 
curves. He began undoing her dress, sliding one hand 
underneath the fabric to feel her smooth skin, before sliding the 
dress off her. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her body. 
She moaned, and opened her mouth, allowing his tongue 
inside. Their tongues tangled briefly before he moved away and 
started trailing kisses and small licks down her neck. Arwen 
stopped him. "Wait," she said softly.  
 
Aragorn was still wearing clothes, and Arwen was determined to 
change that. Dropping to her knees, wincing slightly at the 
coldness of the floor, she opened the Aragorn's breeches, 
allowing his cock to spring free. 
 
Aragorn moaned softly as she touched his cock, her tongue 
licking the length of it before swirling over the top of it. Aragorn 
placed his hand on Arwen's head, encouraging her to take his 
cock in her mouth, and felt the pleasure coursing through his 
body. 
 
After a few moments, he stopped her. She looked up at him. 
"Let us move to the bed," Aragorn said to her softly. 
 
She stood up, and Aragorn held her close as they made their 
way to the bed. Carefully, he guided Arwen onto the bed, until 
she was lying there, with Aragorn leaning over her. 
 
Moving closer to her, he began to kiss her, starting at her lips 
and gradually moving his way down her body. He sucked and 
bit gently on her nipples, making her moan softly and beg for 
more. He continued further, making his way down to the most 
intimate part of her.  
 
His tongue was inside her. He could felt her heat, taste her 
essence, could hear how she begged for more. 
 
"Estel…" she moaned to him softly. "I want to feel you inside me 
now…please." Her voice grew louder as the pleasure built within 
her. 
 
Aragorn continued to tease her, and Arwen could feel the 
orgasm approaching. Without warning, she grabbed Aragorn's 
shoulders, forcing him up, so that now she could feel his cock at 
her entrance. 
 
"My love…" she moaned to him softly. "Now, my love. I 
can't…take…it... anymore." 
 
Aragorn entered her, and she wound her legs around his waist, 
forcing him deeper, while her nails raked his back. 
 
Aragorn's pace was slow, and Arwen groaned from the 
pleasure. "Faster…Move faster…" she moaned. Aragorn 
quickened the pace, moving harder and faster, and Arwen's 
body began to tremble as the orgasm built. 
 
Aragorn could feel her orgasm approaching; till she arched 
against him, screaming his name. As she climaxed, so did he, 
spilling his seed within her. 
 
He lies to the side of Arwen, not wanting to crush her. Covered 
with sweat, arms and legs are still wrapped around each other, 
they are unable to move. They fall asleep, wrapped up in the 
love they feel for each other. 
 
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Back to the stable… 
 
Still the pain and torment continued. Glorfindel was thrusting 
hard into Legolas' body, then pulled out and flipped Legolas on 
his back, and shot his cum over Legolas' chest. 
 
Glorfindel's breathing was harsh. The sight of Legolas 
underneath him, covered by his cum, excited him, and he could 
feel his cock harden again. Lifting Legolas into a half-sitting 
position, he forced his cock inside Legolas' mouth, almost 
making Legolas gag. 
 
Glorfindel groaned from pleasure as Legolas was made to suck 
his cock, and with a shout Glorfindel came again, and Legolas 
forced to swallow Glorfindel's seed. 
 
After Glorfindel had finally finished, he untied Legolas and threw 
some straw over him. He put on his clothes before he opened 
the door and left, leaving the door wide-open and allowing the 
chill air to enter.  
 
Legolas lay there, not moving. He was covered by sweat, blood, 
straw. His eyes were closed; he was barely breathing. 
 
He was lost. No one was there to give him help. 
 
There was no hope left, and his spirit began to fade away. 
 
End of Chapter 2.
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold 
Until you find it there and lead it back home 
 
"Bring me to Life" – Evanescence 
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Chapter three: Tolo dan nan galad (Come back to the light) 
 
Eofor, the stable boy came everyday before dawn to the stable 
to feed the horses. 
 
From a distance, he saw the door of the stable was wide open. 
 
`I thought I closed it,' he thought to himself. 
 
As he entered the stable he was terrified by what he saw; an elf 
was lying curled up on the floor. As he came closer to the elf he 
saw that the elf's eyes were closed, his naked body covered by 
blood and straw. 
 
He ran from the stable, wanting to inform his Lord about the 
injured elf that he had found. 
 
He entered the palace, hoping to find his king. He stood 
hopelessly; he did not know where to find either the King or 
Queen. Approaching the nearest guard, he asked: 
"Where…is…King…Elessar?" 
 
"Prince Faramir and his wife have arrived," the guard said to 
him, and continued: "You'll find the King outside in the forecourt 
with his wife." 
 
Eofor ran out into the forecourt, his eyes searching for King 
Elessar. Seeing the King, he came closer, trying to catch the 
King's attention, but Elessar was busy, and didn't see him. 
 
"My Lord…" The King had not heard him. 
 
"My Lord…" Eofor repeated. Still trying to get his Lord's 
attention, he continued: "There is an injured, naked elf in the 
stables." The stable boy could feel the tears falling down his 
face. 
 
Arwen left her husband's side, and turned to the stable boy as 
she heard his last sentence. 
 
"What did you say?" she asked him worriedly.  
 
"There is an injured, naked elf in the stables." Eofor repeated 
his words. 
 
Arwen went back to stand next to her husband, and raised her 
voice. 
 
"Forgive us, but an important issue has just arisen," she said to 
the guests. 
 
By doing that she caught her husband's attention. 
 
Motioning to one of the guards, she asked: "Could you please 
escort our guests into the palace." 
 
As the guests were led inside, she saw the confused expression 
on her husband's face. His expression changed to a frown when 
he saw that she looked worried. 
 
"What's wrong, my love?" he asked her. 
 
"Tell him," she said to the stable boy. 
 
"There is an elf in the stable, my Lord. He's injured...and naked," 
he said, trying to stay calm. 
 
"Lead us to him," they ordered, and followed him. 
 
As they arrived at the stable, Aragorn and Arwen went inside, 
while the stable boy stayed outside. 
 
They were shocked when they saw the elf lying there, with his 
eyes closed. His body was covered with sweat, blood and straw. 
 
"Does he still breath?" Arwen asked, not wanting to go any 
closer to elf. 
 
She saw Aragorn approach the elf. He couldn't see who it was – 
hair was covering the elf's face. Carefully he moved the hair 
away, and was shocked to see who it was. "Oh no," he 
whispered. 
 
Seeing Aragorn's face, Arwen asked: "Who is it?" 
 
"It cannot be!" Aragorn said. 
 
"Who?" 
 
"It is…" He stopped, unable to tell her that it was their friend. 
 
He looked down and saw his best friend lying there – bleeding, 
his body covered with bruises. He felt his heart was torn to 
pieces. 
 
Arwen came closer to Aragorn, trying to comfort him. 
 
"It is Legolas," he said. 
 
"Can you save him, my love?" 
 
"Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan nan galad" He remembered his foster- 
father's words as he said the same words to his friend, trying to 
heal him.  
 
He searched for a pulse, but could barely feel it. 
 
"Eofor!" Aragorn yelled to the stable boy. 
 
Entering the stable, the stable boy asked: "Yes, my Lord?" 
 
"Eofor – find Damrod and ask him to come to the stables," 
Aragorn ordered. 
 
After Eofor left, there was one question that left them wondering 
– why? 
 
Damrod, the chief guardian of Gondor, arrived at the stables, 
followed by some guards and Eofor. 
 
Entering the stable, Damrod saw his Lord and Lady kneeling 
next to a naked elf. Coming closer, he saw their faces filled with 
grief. Hearing footsteps, the King raised his head and saw the 
chief guardian with a puzzled expression on his face. As 
Aragorn saw Damrod, he rose to his feet and helped his wife to 
stand. 
 
Damrod bowed to his Lord, and asked: "Is there something 
wrong, my Lord?" 
 
"I'm afraid so, Damrod," Aragorn said, his eyes swimming with 
tears. 
 
"Will you take this elf," pointing to Legolas, "and put him in our 
chamber, Damrod?" Aragorn knew that now what his friend 
needed was a lot of love and care to keep him alive, and so that 
his soul will return. 
 
"I'm at your command, my Lord. I'll do anything that you ask me 
to do," Damrod stated. 
 
He turned to the group of guards waiting at the stable doors. 
"Ulrad!" he called, and the guard in question left the group and 
approached the King, bowed to him, then to Damrod. 
 
"Ulrad, get four guards to carry this elf carefully and escort them 
to the chamber of the King, understood?" Damrod ordered. 
 
"Understood, sir." Ulrad bowed again, and motioned four of the 
other guards to him. The guards carefully lifted Legolas, and 
Ulrad took his cloak and covered the elf with it before they made 
their way out of the stables and to the King's chamber. 
 
"Is there something more that you need, my Lord?" he asked 
the King, worried by the grief that was still clear on Aragorn's 
face.  
 
"Damrod, find Glorfindel, the other elf – I need him!" Aragorn 
ordered his chief guardian. 
 
After Damrod left with the rest of the guards, Aragorn whispered 
to his beloved, "I hope that Glorfindel can help him – I need him 
to help us to save our friend." 
 
The Lady of Gondor gently placed a kiss on her husband's lips. 
They both left the stable, praying to the Valar to save the Prince. 
 
All day long the Queen of Gondor sat next to the Prince; his 
eyes were still closed, and there wasn't any sign of movement. 
In the meantime, her husband was trying to find Glorfindel. 
 
`Can the healing words of my father not help anymore?' she 
asked herself, as the tears started to fill her eyes and spill 
unchecked down her face. 
 
She rose to her feet as she saw her husband enter the room. 
He closed the door and walked towards her. 
 
"Melamin…" she whispered to him. "Is there still hope?" 
 
Aragorn wanted to tell her that there was still hope, but he could 
not say it. He was at a loss for words. 
 
He kissed Arwen's forehead to try and comfort her, and she 
leant her head against his chest. 
 
They heard a knock at the door. "Enter," said Aragorn, and 
Prince Faramir and his wife entered the room, closing the door 
behind them. 
 
"My Lord, what happened?" The Steward of Gondor reached 
Aragorn's side and put his hand on his Lord's shoulder. 
 
Éowyn approached the Queen, and taking the Queen's hands, 
placed a kiss on her forehead. 
 
"Come, you need to rest too," the Steward said to his Lord. 
 
King Elessar raised his voice: "We are not leaving him alone!" 
 
"Who you are not leaving alone? I only saw you and the 
Queen," the Steward asked. 
 
The King turned to the bed, a tear falling down his cheek, 
seeing his friend dying and not being able to do anything about 
it. 
 
"Legolas…it can not be," Faramir said, stunned. 
 
"What do you mean by that?" the queen asked, finding her 
voice.  
 
Another knock at the door was heard. Faramir went to the door 
and opened it, and allowed Damrod to enter the room, followed 
closely by Glorfindel. 
 
"My Lord, I finally found him," Damrod said to Aragorn, hoping 
that his King would forgive him for lateness of finding Glorfindel. 
 
"Thank you, Damrod. After you go, find Ulrad and ask him come 
here." 
 
As Damrod heard his King's words, he breathed a sigh of relief 
and, after bowing to the King, he left the room. 
 
After Damrod had left to find the young guard, Faramir went to 
close the door, but Aragorn stopped him. "Faramir," he asked, 
"what did you mean by your words, `it can not be'?" 
 
Before Faramir had a chance to answer, Glorfindel stepped in, 
and Faramir silently breathed a sigh of relief. "My Lord, did you 
call for me?" Glorfindel asked. 
 
"Yes, I did," Aragorn said as he led Glorfindel to the bed, where 
Legolas lay dying. 
 
"Glorfindel…" Arwen said, and walked over to him, with Éowyn 
following. 
 
"Can you save him? Can you save his soul?" the Queen asked 
Glorfindel, weeping. 
 
"I'll see what I can do," Glorfindel said to her and, looking into 
her eyes, saw the sadness and the despair about the health of 
her friend reflected in them. 
 
"My Lord?" said a voice in the doorway. Aragorn turned and 
motioned for the young guard to enter the room. Ulrad did so, 
and closed the door behind him. 
 
Glorfindel's eyes ran appraisingly over the young, lithe body of 
the guard. The blue eyes and dark hair only added to the young 
man's beauty. 
 
"My Lord, you called for me?" the guard asked nervously. 
 
"Yes, Ulrad," Aragorn said to him and continued: "I need you to 
watch over our friend." He indicated to the elf lying in the bed. 
 
Ulrad remembered that this was the elf he and the other guards 
carried into the King's chamber 
 
Arwen, supported by Éowyn, walked to the bed, leant down and 
gave Legolas a warm kiss; she began to cry again, the tears 
falling on Legolas' face.  
 
"Now that I know that Legolas is in safe hands," said Aragorn, 
turning to Faramir and taking his arm, "we can go." 
 
Arwen was supported by Aragorn as they left the room, with 
Faramir and Éowyn behind them. 
 
After they left, Ulrad and Glorfindel stared at each other. 
 
`He is so beautiful,' Ulrad thought, and sighed. 
 
Glorfindel came closer to him; he took one hand of the young 
guard so that the guard could feel his skin. 
 
"Such smooth skin," Ulrad said aloud. 
 
Glorfindel and Ulrad stood there, staring at each other. 
Glorfindel could Ulrad's heart beating quickly in the silence of 
the room. 
 
Ulrad's eyes flickered over the elf lying on the bed. "He is 
beautiful," he said, then locked eyes with Glorfindel. "But not as 
beautiful as you." He moved his hand to touch Glorfindel's face. 
 
Glorfindel took his hand and leant in to kiss him, before pulling 
Ulrad closer to him. 
 
Passion and desire were reflected in each other's eyes as they 
started to kiss each other. Glorfindel explored the young guard's 
mouth with his tongue, not leaving a single spot untouched. 
 
In the meantime, Glorfindel's hands found their way under the 
tunic of the young guard, stroking Ulrad's back before moving to 
the front to undo the buttoning of Ulrad's pants, easing them 
down over the guard's hips, kissing him the whole while. 
 
Ulrad broke the kiss, and began stripping the beautiful elf, 
kissing his smooth chest as he pulled the tunic off Glorfindel. 
 
Soon they were both naked, kissing and exploring the smooth 
planes of each other's bodies. Glorfindel led Ulrad to the bed 
where the Prince lay. 
 
Ulrad sat on the bed as Glorfindel straddled him, kissing him 
passionately. 
 
Glorfindel pushed the unconscious Legolas off the bed, and 
Ulrad lay down, spreading his legs wide. Glorfindel wasted little 
time with preparation; he just wanted to be inside the young 
guard. 
 
Ulrad could feel Glorfindel pushing into him, and his face 
spasmed briefly with pain. He willed himself to relax as the Elf 
continued to push into him till he was fully sheathed.  
 
`So tight,' thought Glorfindel, as he began a fast pace – he had 
no desire to be patient. 
 
Ulrad was lost in a haze of pleasure; the Elf Lord was, despite 
his pace, hitting Ulrad's prostrate with unerring accuracy, and 
the guard could feel his orgasm building. "Faster," he pleaded to 
Glorfindel, "faster!" 
 
Glorfindel kissed his lover's lips, and took the young man's cock 
in his hand, stroking it, all the while thrusting harder and faster. 
He too, was close to his climax. 
 
"I…love…you," Glorfindel said to Ulrad, his breath coming in 
gasps. 
 
"I…love…you…too," Ulrad cried, as his orgasm tore through 
him, and he spilt his said over the Elf's hand and his own 
stomach. 
 
Glorfindel was close to releasing himself into the willing body 
beneath him, when Ulrad stopped him. 
 
"My love…let me taste you," Ulrad said. 
 
Glorfindel paused long enough to pull his cock out, and moved 
quickly to sit on Ulrad's chest, and the guard eagerly took the 
Elf's cock in his mouth. Ulrad sucked Glorfindel's cock with 
pleasure, swallowing the hot seed, his hands on the Elf Lord's 
smooth buttocks. 
 
"Oh…you are so…good…my love…" cried Glorfindel in 
pleasure. 
 
He took his cock of his lover's mouth and kissed him wildly, his 
hands roaming over the smooth body underneath him. He was 
becoming aroused again, and could feel that Ulrad was too. 
 
Ulrad's hands were busy also, moving over the Elf Lord's body, 
enjoying the feel of the smooth skin. Soon hands were not 
enough, and Glorfindel claimed the young guard's body as his 
own again. 
 
Luckily for both Ulrad and Glorfindel, Aragorn and Arwen were 
themselves experiencing pleasure… 
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
 
After they left the prince with Ulrad and Glorfindel, the King and 
Queen, together with Faramir and Éowyn, made their way to 
another room a few doors down. Faramir asked a servant to 
warm some water; he thought a bath might help the King to 
relax. 
 
After the servant brought the water and filled the bath, the 
steward led his Lord to the bathing chamber.  
 
Faramir saw that the King stood there in a daze, and went to 
Aragorn and began to remove the King's clothing. Aragorn did 
not stop him. 
 
When the steward had removed his Lord's clothing, he placed 
them neatly on a chair, then turned to look at the King. He had 
never seen Aragorn naked before. 
 
`Such a strong body…' he thought, as he led his Lord to the 
bath and helped him into it. Taking off his own tunic so it 
wouldn't get wet, Faramir took a piece of soap. Kneeling next to 
the bath, the steward began to wash his King. 
 
The soap slipped from Faramir's hand, but he made no attempt 
to retrieve it. His hands gently massaged the King's shoulders, 
before moving their way down Aragorn's chest. 
 
"Get into the bath with me," Aragorn whispered. Faramir looked 
at the King, not sure if he heard correctly. "Please, Faramir." 
Faramir saw desire in the King's eyes, and knew that it was 
reflected in his own. He quickly removed his trousers before 
stepping into the bath and kneeling between the King's legs. 
 
His hands touched Aragorn's chest, then slowly made their way 
down; he could feel his Lord flex as one of his hands brushed 
Aragorn's cock. 
 
Leaning in, Faramir placed a kiss on Aragorn's neck. Elessar 
moaned softly at the touch. 
 
King Elessar took the steward's face between his hands and 
kissed him hungrily. Not breaking the kiss, the King began to 
move his hands over the steward's body, while Faramir 
continued to touch the King. Moans of pleasure were heard from 
them as they enjoyed each other's touch. 
 
"Have me…my Lord…" Faramir cried, as Aragorn's hand took 
his cock and began to stroke him. 
 
"Not now…pleasure…me…"said Aragorn, gasping as Faramir 
grasped his cock. 
 
Aragorn cried out in pleasure as Faramir began kissing him, first 
on his lips, then trailing kisses down his body to his toes by first 
lifting one leg out of the water, then the other. When he finished, 
Faramir then ducked his head under the water to take Aragorn's 
cock in his mouth.  
 
Aragorn released some of the water from the bath so that 
Faramir could breathe – he didn't want the steward to stop 
pleasuring him. 
 
Faramir began to bob his head up and down, sucking and 
licking on the Aragorn's cock. Then he stopped, and Aragorn 
groaned. Looking up, Faramir said to the King: "I want to be 
inside you." 
 
Aragorn nodded and wrapped his legs around Faramir's waist. 
Faramir positioned himself, then pushed into the body beneath 
him. He waited for Aragorn to adjust, then began to set a fast 
pace. 
 
"Harder…" cried Aragorn, as the sensations filled his body. 
 
Faramir smiled as he heard his Lord plead, and went harder and 
faster. 
 
Faramir was the first to come, spilling his seed into Aragorn, but 
he continued to move inside the King when he saw the King had 
not found his pleasure. 
 
"More…harder…" Aragorn cried. He didn't want to release 
himself; he was enjoying the pleasure of having Faramir inside 
him. Aragorn shivered from the sensations flooding his body. 
 
Faramir saw his Lord shiver. Worried, he asked: "Are you fine, 
my Lord?" and pulled himself out of Aragorn's body. 
 
"Yes, I'm fine," the King answered. Seeing that Faramir had 
pulled out, he asked: "Why did you stop?" 
 
Faramir saw the lust and desire in the King's eyes, and felt 
himself grow hard again. He did as Aragorn asked, pushing his 
cock back into the King's body, going as hard and as fast as he 
could to bring the King to completion. 
 
Aragorn shuddered and finally released his seed, and the 
steward fell on top of the King, exhausted. 
 
They both rested for a moment to catch their breath. "Come, the 
water is getting cold. Let's get out of the bath and into the bed," 
Aragorn said, helping his lover out of the bath. The two made 
their way out of the bath chamber. 
 
As they approached the bed, they could hear moaning. Aragorn 
looked down and saw his wife lying naked on the floor, her 
discarded dress underneath her. Éowyn was next to the Queen 
and she, too, was naked. Éowyn's mouth was on one of Arwen's 
nipples, gently biting and teasing, before moving to the other. All 
the while Arwen was moaning in pleasure.  
 
Aragorn and his steward sat on the bed, watching as Éowyn's 
left hand travelled down the Queen's stomach to her vagina, 
slipping first one, then another finger inside. 
 
Arwen cried out as the fingers began thrusting into her; she 
could feel her orgasm approaching. 
 
"So good…" whispered Arwen, her senses reeling from the 
pleasure. "More, please…" 
 
Éowyn inserted another finger, thrusting deeper, bringing Arwen 
over the edge. Aroused from watching Arwen, Éowyn's body 
trembled from the pleasure of her own climax. 
 
Aragorn and Faramir watched their two wives lying there, 
moaning with pleasure. Aroused by the sight, they had their 
hands their cocks, slowly stroking themselves to completion. 
The steward took a corner of the sheet and wiped away the 
come from Aragorn's stomach, then from his, before the two 
men lay on the bed, wrapping their legs around each other, and 
quickly falling asleep. 
 
Éowyn raised herself up from the floor, then helped Arwen to 
her feet. They looked down on their sleeping husbands, then 
turned and smiled to each other. 
 
"It seems we all found pleasure," said Arwen. 
 
Arwen then lay herself down next to Aragorn, while Éowyn 
moved to the other side of the bed to lie down next to Faramir. 
Soon they, too, were asleep. 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
 
The prince lay on the cold floor. The wound on his head had re- 
opened, and blood was seeping out. 
 
Ulrad was asleep – exhaustion had claimed him. Glorfindel 
looked down at the young guard, amazed at how Ulrad had 
pleased him, then covered him with the blanket. 
 
Then Glorfindel knelt on the floor next to Legolas, before leaning 
in and whispering into the Prince's ear. 
 
End of Chapter 3.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
I don't know what stressed me first 
Or how the pressure was fed  
But I know just what it feels like  
To have a voice in the back of my head  
It's like a face that I hold inside 
 
“Papercut” – Linkin Park 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
 
Chapter 4: Wake the demons 
 
Legolas’ soul was torn between the Hall of Mandos and his still 
fragile body, but Glorfindel’s words raised a little light and hope.  
 
During the night, Legolas’ pale skin regained a little of its colour, 
and his heartbeat grew stronger. But his mind was still shut off 
from the events that he had undergone.  
 
Glorfindel awoke as the first lights crept into the room. He saw 
that Ulrad was still sleeping. Looking down at the Prince lying on 
the floor, Glorfindel noticed that Legolas’ skin had coloured 
slightly. 
 
He got up from the bed and checked the marks on Legolas’ 
body. He noticed that the wound on the Prince’s head had 
begun to heal, and the bruises were fading. 
 
No one knew, not even Elrond, of the sorcery that he had 
learned about. But he knew that it would be used someday. 
 
He started to shake Ulrad awake before the King could stumble 
in upon them and catch them off guard; he didn’t want this to 
happen. 
 
“My love…wake up,” Glorfindel said, shaking him a little more, 
“your Lord will be here any second.” 
 
Ulrad could barely open his eyes; he still felt tired. 
 
“Get up, my love, your Lord will be here any minute,” Glorfindel 
said again, and helped Ulrad out of the bed. 
 
Glorfindel helped to his love to put his uniform on – it had to look 
that Ulrad had been guarding the Prince. 
 
“Where is the elf that was on the bed?” Ulrad asked his love 
nervously, looking around for the Prince. 
 
“On the floor. Let’s get him back onto the bed,” Glorfindel 
suggested. 
 
They both lifted the Prince off the floor and onto the bed. After 
that Ulrad walked over to the door, ready for when his Lord 
entered the room. Glorfindel sat on the bed and put his hand on 
Legolas’ chest, and felt a strong heartbeat, but the Prince did 
not wake up. 
 
The steward, Faramir, opened the door, and the king, the queen 
and his wife entered the room, before entering himself and 
closing the door. They all saw that the Prince’s condition had 
improved, though he was still unconscious.  
 
Aragorn approached Glorfindel and thanked him for helping to 
save the Prince. He then approached the young guard and 
clasped him on the shoulder, praising him for guarding the 
Prince. 
 
Ulrad blushed and he could feel his cheeks burning. He lowered 
his face; he did not want Glorfindel to see his red face. 
 
But Glorfindel had noticed and got up from the bed and walked 
over to Ulrad, putting his hand on his love’s shoulder. The 
young guard raised his head slowly and saw his lover smiling at 
him, and he smiled back. 
 
“Both of you must be very tired – go and get some rest. Again, 
thank you both for looking after him,” the King said. 
 
Glorfindel and Ulrad left the room, holding hands and smiling. 
 
Arwen came closer to the bed and saw that Legolas’ bruise had 
disappeared, and that his other wound was healing. 
 
Lady Evenstar began to hum a song that her father sang to her 
when she was younger. The song normally always made her 
heart sing, yet this time it made her cry, her tears falling on the 
Prince’s face. Her hand started to stroke Legolas’ hair and face 
gently. 
 
Aragorn came closer to her and sat next to her and his friend, 
and took Legolas’ hand in his own.  
 
The steward and his wife stayed with them for little while. Then 
Faramir said: “My Lord, my Lady, we’re going to rest, we’ll see 
you later.” Arwen nodded to them softly. 
 
Faramir and Éowyn then left the room, closing the door behind 
them. 
 
“I must go too, my love, as I have things to see to,” Aragorn 
said. He leant down and gave his wife a gentle kiss on the 
forehead, before he too left the room. 
 
Arwen, left alone with Legolas, started to talk to him. “You are 
like a brother to me. I don’t want to lose you; you have always 
been there for me, and supported me a lot. Don’t leave me.” 
 
She began to cry again. 
Suddenly she heard a noise – it was Legolas. He had opened 
his eyes, and was looking at her with fear in his eyes. 
 
“Legolas, what is wrong – why do you fear me?” she asked him 
wonderingly.  
 
“I…I thought that you were someone else; forgive me, my Lady,” 
he said weakly. 
 
“How are you feeling?” she asked, worried about his condition. 
 
“I’ll be fine, my Lady,” said Legolas.  
 
“Do you think you can stand?” Arwen asked. Legolas nodded – 
he wasn’t sure if he could, but he did not want to stay in bed. He 
carefully moved his legs and tried to sit up. Arwen gave him her 
hands to support him, and Legolas managed to stand. 
 
He found that his bruises were gone, but his muscles hurt, 
which bothered him a little. He tried to take a few steps. 
 
“I’ll help you,” Arwen said to him, putting an arm around him to 
steady him. 
 
He wanted to protest but he felt so weak, and he allowed her to 
support him and help him walk. 
 
He hesitated before he asked her: “May I see the gardens?” 
 
“Of course,” she said, smiling at him. “Aragorn will happy to see 
you alive.” Legolas smiled as he heard the name and lowered 
his head. 
 
They left the palace and walked to the gardens. He had to close 
his eyes as the strong light of the sun blinded him for moment. 
When he opened his eyes, he saw the beautiful gardens. He 
took a deep breath and smelt the scent of flowers in the air. It 
made him feel alive. He walked around the garden, feeling the 
grass under his bare feet. He raised his hand and touched one 
of the delicate flowers, and began to sing silently to himself. 
 
Arwen came closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. 
Kneeling down next to him, she smiled. She couldn’t believe 
Legolas was alive. 
 
He took another big breath and asked her: “My Lady, can you 
take me to Aragorn now?” 
 
“Call me Arwen. You don’t have to call me that, especially you,” 
she said to him and continued: “Come with me, Legolas.” 
 
Legolas went with her as they went back into the palace. Arwen 
knocked on the door where she thought her husband was. 
When she heard a voice say ‘enter’, she opened the door and 
entered, while Legolas stayed outside until Arwen let him know 
if he could go in.  
 
Arwen looked into the room and saw Glorfindel and Ulrad lying 
on a bed, their lower bodies covered. They looked up in surprise 
as they saw who it was. 
 
“Forgive me – I thought the King was here,” Arwen said. She 
turned and left the room. Seeing Glorfindel and Ulrad together 
confirmed her suspicions that there was something between the 
two. 
 
They continued walking down the corridor, until Arwen heard 
her husband’s voice coming from another room, and opened the 
door. 
 
Aragorn stopped when he heard the door open. He saw his wife 
enter, and he sensed that someone else was behind her. 
 
“What is it my love?” he asked her nervously. 
 
Arwen turned her head to whoever it was behind her, and said: 
“Come.” Then she stepped aside. 
 
Legolas entered, smiling. Aragorn stared at him, not believing 
that it was Legolas. Arwen came closer to Aragorn; she could 
see he was shocked to see Legolas before him. 
 
“Meleth-nîn, he is alive.” Arwen could not keep the joy out of her 
voice. 
 
“So I see,” he told her. He came closer to Legolas and said to 
him, “Do you remember what happen?” putting his hand on 
Legolas’ shoulder. 
 
As Legolas felt the strong hand of Aragorn on his shoulder he 
began to shiver, but it stopped when Arwen put her hand on 
him; he felt safe with her somehow. 
 
“How are you faring?” Arwen asked him, nervous of his reaction. 
 
“I need to rest, I’m tired,” he said and started to walk to the door, 
but Arwen stopped him. 
 
“Is there something that bothers you, my friend?” Arwen asked 
him. 
 
“No, I’m fine,” Legolas said, and continued to walk. 
 
Arwen’ eyes began to fill with tears as she saw her friend 
disappear from sight. She looked at her husband with a worried 
look on her face, and then ran after her friend. 
 
When she had caught up with him, she said: “Come with me.” 
 
They went back out into the garden and Legolas sat down and 
leaned against a tree, while Arwen sat next to him. 
 
“Legolas, please tell me what is bothering you,” she asked. 
Looking into his eyes, she saw that some hidden pain 
shadowed them. Nor could she look into his mind, because he 
blocked her.  
 
“You come back to us from the dead. We’ll do anything that will 
keep you with us.” 
 
“I…I…” Legolas couldn’t finished the sentence. He lowered his 
head in shame, and felt Arwen’s hand on his shoulder. “Tell me 
when you’re ready,” she said. 
 
Tears began to fall from Legolas’ eyes, and he began to tell her 
everything that had happened to him. He did not mention 
Glorfindel’s name. 
 
“Who did this to you?” she asked him. 
 
“You are not going to believe me if I tell you,” he said. 
 
“Who?” she asked again, but there was no answer. 
 
Arwen put her hand on his shoulders and looked into Legolas’ 
eyes, trying to find the truth that was hidden within them. 
 
“It was Glorfindel,” he said, defeated by the intensity of her 
gaze. 
 
Arwen still stared into Legolas’ eyes, trying to find out if he was 
telling the truth. 
 
“Why would he do this to you? This is horrible. I don’t believe 
you, Legolas,” she said, getting up and walking away from 
Legolas. 
 
Legolas lowered his head in his hands and began to cry silently 
to himself, unaware that there was a figure standing behind him, 
staring. 
 
The figure approached the Prince and bent down, touching 
Legolas’ shoulder softly. Legolas turned to see who it was and 
saw a boy, who he had never seen before, trying to comfort him. 
 
“Who…who are you?” Legolas asked.  
 
“I’m called Eofor, and I’m the stable-boy,” he said to the Prince. 
He saw the tears on Legolas’ face and asked: “What happened 
to you?” 
 
“N… Nothing.” Legolas said. 
 
“It is obvious to me that there is something bothering you, my 
friend,” said Eofor, and watched as the blonde Elf wiped his 
tears away. Legolas lifted his head and looked into the boy’s 
eyes. 
 
“It is nothing, really,” the blonde Elf said to him. Legolas got up 
and walked over to the stable. 
 
Eofor followed the Prince to the stable, and heard Legolas softly 
sing a song to his horse: (“The Missing” – FOTR soundtrack) 
 
She never watched 
the morning rising, 
Too busy with the 
days first chores. 
But oft she would watch 
the sun’s fading 
As the cold of night crept 
across the moors. 
 
And in that moment 
She felt the loss 
Of everything that 
Had been missed. 
So used to feeling 
the spirit sink 
She had not felt 
her own heart’s wish. 
 
“You sang so beautifully; it is a song that pierces the heart and 
brings tears to the eyes,” said Eofor, feeling the tears slipping 
down his face. 
 
“Thank you Eofor, for being so kind to me,” the blonde Elf said 
as he stroked his horse. 
 
“What is your name?” Eofor asked. 
 
“Forgive me for not introducing myself. I’m Legolas Greenleaf, 
Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil,” Legolas said to him 
softly. 
 
“There is nothing to forgive, Legolas,” Eofor said. 
~ ~ ~ ~  
 
Later that day, in the bedroom of the King and the Queen… 
 
After Arwen left the Prince alone in the garden, she made her 
way to the bedroom. She couldn’t believe what Legolas had told 
her. It couldn’t have been Glorfindel; he had always shown her 
love and kindness. 
 
Aragorn entered the bedroom and saw his wife pacing the room; 
something was bothering her, for she was crying. 
 
“What is it, my love?” Aragorn asked. 
 
“I didn’t feel your presence, my love,” she said, coming closer to 
Aragorn, wiping her tears away. 
 
“Then it is obvious that there is something bothering you if you 
did not feel my presence. Tell me what it is,” Aragorn said, 
concerned by the worried look on her face. 
 
“Forgive me my love, but I need to be alone,” she said to him. 
“When I know exactly, I will tell you, but now I am just 
confused.” 
 
“I understand,” he said. 
 
“Where are Faramir and Éowyn?” Arwen asked suddenly. 
 
“They will be here any minute,” Aragorn said. 
 
“I will be outside; I need to be alone – forgive me my love,” she 
said, giving him a kiss before leaving the room. 
 
Faramir and his wife, Éowyn entered the room several minutes 
after the Queen left. 
 
“Where is Lady Arwen?” Éowyn asked her Lord.  
 
“My wife felt that she needed to be alone. Something is 
bothering her deeply,” Aragorn explained to them. 
 
Éowyn began to take her clothes off. For some reason the room 
was beginning to feel very warm. 
 
Aragorn looked at her beautiful body and felt his cock stir. He 
walked up to her and began to softly stroke her smooth body 
before leading her to the bed, where Faramir was already lying 
there, naked. 
 
Éowyn lay on her back and spread her legs wide, so that 
Faramir could kneel between her thighs. In the meantime, 
Aragorn undressed himself and knelt behind Faramir. He 
hurriedly prepared the steward, then watched as Faramir 
pushed into Éowyn before pushing his cock into Faramir’s tight 
heat. 
 
Faramir kissed his wife on her neck softly as Aragorn began 
quickly thrusting into him, causing Faramir to thrust fast and 
hard into Éowyn. 
 
The pleasure was building, and soon Éowyn reached her 
orgasm, followed very quickly by Faramir and Aragorn. 
 
Exhausted, the King pulled out of Faramir and fell to the side of 
him onto the bed, soon falling asleep. Faramir carefully covered 
the sleeping King with a blanket. 
 
Faramir and Éowyn remained awake for a little while longer. 
The steward began to play with his wife’s nipples, rolling them 
between his fingers and making her gasp in pleasure. She 
moved her hand to grasp Faramir’s cock and began stroking it. 
He moaned quietly, not wanting to wake the King. He took her 
hand away and placed his cock at her hot, wet entrance, 
pushed into her and made love to her slowly. Both reached their 
orgasm at the same time, whispering words of love to each 
other. Slipping out of her, Faramir held his wife in his arms, and 
they fell asleep. 
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  
 
Arwen walked nervously down the corridor. Her last words that 
she said to Legolas bothered her and she regretted saying 
them, but it was too late to take them back. 
 
Arwen walked to the room where she had found Glorfindel and 
Ulrad and knocked on the door. She heard Glorfindel’s voice 
say ‘Enter’.  
 
When she entered the room, Arwen asked nervously, 
“Glorfindel, would you mind if I talked to you in private?” She 
saw Ulrad was still naked, and turned her eyes away. 
 
“I will quickly dress and leave, my Lady,” Ulrad said as he tried 
to find his clothes that were spread all over the room. Once he 
had finished dressing, Ulrad turned to his lover and said: “I’ll see 
you soon.” 
 
As Ulrad left the room, Glorfindel became nervous and asked 
her “What is it, my Lady?” 
 
“Legolas is awake, and I thank you for this,” she said. She found 
she couldn’t meet his eyes. “He told me what happened, and I 
wish to hear your version.” Arwen looked up and met his eyes. 
She saw the anger in them, and she also saw the shadow that 
covered his soul, and was frightened. 
 
Glorfindel got up from the bed and, walking to the door, locked it 
before walking towards Arwen, fury on his face. 
 
She began to understand that she was wrong and Legolas was 
right, but it was too late. 
 
End of Chapter 4. 
 
~*~*~  
 
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I've put my trust in you  
Pushed as far as I can go  
And for all this  
There's only one thing you should know 
 
“In The End” - Linking Park 
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Chapter Five: An Eye for an Eye 
 
Éowyn woke up in the middle of the night when she heard the 
screams. At first she thought it was a dream and that the 
screams were a part of her dream, but the screams continued. 
 
She looked at her husband and Aragorn and saw they were still 
asleep. Getting up from the bed, she dressed quickly before 
leaving the room, closing the door after her quietly. Taking a 
candle from one of the sconces, she made her way down the 
corridor, trying to find the source of the screams. She put her 
ear to each door she passed, but not hearing anything behind 
them. In the end there was only one door left, and she heard the 
screams very clearly now. She recognised the voice – it was 
Arwen’s. Éowyn tried to open the door, but it was locked, and 
she became more concerned about her lady.  
 
“My Lady?” she yelled. 
 
“Someone… Please help me…” Arwen screamed.  
 
Éowyn pounded her fist against the door. “My Lady!” The next 
words she heard chilled her. 
 
“Legolas, please stop hurting me! I thought that you were a 
friend of mine – please, stop!”  
 
“My Lady, is there something wrong?” Éowyn yelled. 
 
She heard another moan before Arwen was heard to scream 
again: “Legolas, get OFF me! Someone please help me…” 
 
Éowyn could no longer bear it; dropping the candle, she raced 
back down the dark corridor towards the bedroom where 
Faramir and Aragorn lay sleeping. She stumbled briefly in the 
darkness, hurting her foot, but she ignored the pain – not when 
someone was hurting her lady. 
 
Opening the door, she stormed across to the bed and roughly 
grabbed her husband by the shoulder to try and wake him. 
“Faramir, my Lord – please, wake up!” The steward stirred and 
opened his eyes. 
 
“What is it?” he asked, still half-asleep. 
 
Éowyn was gasping for breath, and tears threatened. “Please – 
it is the Lady Arwen. I think she is being raped…” 
 
“What?” Faramir was wide awake now. He looked at the King 
who was still asleep. “My Lord! Wake up, quickly!” he yelled. 
 
“What is it?” Elessar said, annoyed at being woken up so rudely. 
 
“My Lord, forgive up for waking you. Your wife, my Lord, she’s 
being raped by Legolas,” Éowyn said. 
 
“No, I can not believe that…it’s impossible. Legolas could never 
do such a thing to my wife. He is a friend,” the King said, 
stunned by her words. 
 
“I heard her myself, my Lord. She screamed for help, but the 
door was locked.”  
 
“Take me to her!” Aragorn ordered. 
 
With her husband holding a candle to guide them, Éowyn led 
them to the room at the end of the corridor. 
 
Aragorn tried the door; it opened as soon as he turned the 
handle. He looked at Éowyn briefly, remembering her saying 
that the door was locked. She looked at him in shock. 
 
Walking into the room, they saw Arwen. She was naked, and 
they could see the bruises on her body. Her eyes were closed.  
 
“No…” Aragorn cried. He didn’t want to lose his wife. 
 
He came closer to his love. “Please, my love, open your eyes,” 
he begged. “Tell me what happened.” On hearing her husband’s 
voice, Arwen opened her eyes. 
 
She whispered, her voice raw after all the screaming: “Legolas. 
Get off me…” 
 
Aragorn could not bear it, and the wrath filled his heart. There 
was only one target in his mind: Legolas should suffer the way 
Arwen suffered. 
 
“Éowyn stayed with her, do not let her close her eyes, or she will 
be lost. Faramir, you are coming with me,” Aragorn ordered. 
With one last look at his wife, he stormily left the room. 
 
As they left the room he gave orders to Faramir: “Faramir! Find 
Damrod, Glorfindel and Ulrad. Bring rope and chains with you. 
In the meantime, I will find him…” The steward went to do the 
King’s bidding, while Aragorn went on his search for Legolas. 
 
~*~*~ 
Outside the palace…in the middle of the night… 
 
Legolas left Eofor in the stable and walked towards the gardens, 
breathing in the cool night air. 
 
Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly. He sighed. Looking 
up, he saw the star of Eärendil shining brightly. He smiled, but 
the smile faded when he saw a cloud covering the star. Legolas 
could sense that someone was behind him, and he shivered. 
 
“Why were you smiling?” Aragorn asked him.  
 
Puzzled by the anger he could hear in Aragorn’s voice, Legolas 
said: “I was smiling because…” He could not continue as he 
was cut off. 
 
“My wife was raped!” Aragorn yelled at him. 
 
Legolas was shocked. He could not believe that someone would 
rape Arwen. “By whom?” he asked. 
 
“You. Of all the people I know, you had to do that,” Aragorn said 
angrily and walked closer to Legolas who was stunned by his 
words. 
 
“But…” Legolas tried to explain. 
 
“I do not want to hear you. I am going to make sure that you will 
pay,” Aragorn said, then added: “If she dies, you will die.” 
 
They heard a cough; when Aragorn turned around he saw 
Damrod, Glorfindel and Ulrad with chains and rope.  
 
“You came just in time. Now help me,” Aragorn said and took 
the rope and walked towards Legolas. 
 
“Remove his clothes, and tie his hands and legs to the trees!” 
Aragorn ordered, giving them back the rope.  
 
“No…” Legolas yelled, and cried for help. 
 
Cutting the rope in two, they used one piece to tie Legolas’ 
hands, tying it high enough on the trunk so that his arms were 
above his head. The second piece of rope they tied around one 
ankle before bringing the rope around the base of the tree and 
tying the other ankle, so that Legolas’ legs were spread 
 
“My Lord?” Aragorn turned to the voice and saw it was Eofor. 
“Yes Eofor?” he asked. 
 
“What are you doing to him?” asked Eofor. He saw the Prince 
tied to the tree, and was very worried. 
 
“Making him pay,” Aragorn said, and smiled. 
 
“For what, my Lord? I do not understand” said Eofor. 
 
“For raping my wife,” Aragorn said, and made his way over to 
the tied prince. He could not see Glorfindel smiling. 
 
“But… my Lord… he was…” Eofor tried to say, but Faramir 
stopped him before he could say any more. 
 
“I recommend you leave,” Faramir said and grabbed the chains, 
before adding: “Unless you want to pay too.”  
 
“I still think you wrong,” Eofor said. He saw their angry faces. “I 
am leaving,” he said and went back to the stables. 
 
“Now, I will begin,” Aragorn said and removed his clothes. 
Taking a small knife, he began to cut deeply into Legolas’ back, 
and heard Legolas cry in pain. 
 
“No, Aragorn. It was not me…” he tried to say through his pain. 
 
“I do not want to hear you anymore,” Aragorn yelled.  
 
Blood was running down Legolas’ back, while Legolas still cried 
from the pain. 
 
“Glorfindel!” Aragorn said. 
 
“Yes, my Lord?” Glorfindel asked. 
 
“Take him – rape him as he raped my wife,” Aragorn ordered. 
Leaning in towards Legolas’ ears, he whispered: “Do not dare 
close your eyes.” 
 
Legolas began to tremble as Glorfindel hands stroked his hips, 
“No, please, stop…”  
 
While Glorfindel thrust brutally into Legolas, Aragorn took the 
chain and threw it across Legolas’ back. The elf began to shiver 
as he felt the cold touch of the chain.  
 
Glorfindel felt the cold skin of Legolas’ hips as he came closer. 
Glorfindel was moving his cock hard inside Legolas, and started 
moving harder and faster inside him. He could feel the other’s 
fears. 
 
“My Lord?” Glorfindel asked.  
 
“Yes?” Aragorn asked as he moved the chain over and over 
Legolas’ body. 
 
“May I take the chain?” Glorfindel asked. 
 
Aragorn only nodded and gave him the chain, wondering what 
he will do with it. 
 
Taking the chain, Glorfindel reached around Legolas and 
wrapped the chain around Legolas’ cock, holding on to the end 
of it. He enjoyed the sound of Legolas’ pain. 
 
“You are very cruel, my Lord,” Aragorn said. 
 
“I do what my king asks,” Glorfindel said, smiling. 
 
“You do it very good,” Aragorn said. Then he turned towards 
one of the guards. “Damrod!” he called. 
 
“Yes, my lord?” Damrod asked. 
 
“Prepare the dungeon for him,” Aragorn ordered. 
 
“Yes my lord,” Damrod said and left. 
 
“Ulrad!” Aragorn called. 
 
“Yes my Lord?” Ulrad asked. 
 
“If the elf will close his eyes, you will do anything to keep his 
eyes open?” Aragorn asked as he moved closer to Glorfindel. 
 
“Yes my Lord,” Ulrad said. 
 
“Glorfindel, I want to do to him what he did to my wife,” Aragorn 
said. 
 
Glorfindel moved away from Legolas. Blood was coming from 
the abused hole, and was on his shaft, which he cleaned away. 
 
Aragorn ignored the blood, and decided to use the chain the 
same way Glorfindel had. Anger filled him; he remembered the 
sight of his wife – he could lose her because of him. When he 
felt tired he freed Legolas’ cock from the chain. 
 
Aragorn moved his cock closer to Legolas’ hips while his strong 
hands beat Legolas everywhere, caused the elf a lot of pain. 
 
‘Now you are mine,’ Aragorn thought and slid inside Legolas 
hole, taking the same pleasure as Glorfindel did of the 
vulnerable elf. The blood was racing through his body, his cock 
throbbing…  
 
Aragorn raped him harder and faster, as he felt he failed his 
wife. Legolas had looked so innocent to him – or it was only his 
other face? Now Aragorn only saw what he thought was the evil 
that took his wife from him. 
 
Aragorn wanted revenge. He took the chain and gave it to Ulrad 
while he raped him. 
 
“Use it,” Aragorn said. “Use it if he closed his eyes. I want him to 
see.” 
 
Aragorn pulled out of Legolas’ body and cleaned himself; after 
that he dressed. 
 
“Free the end of the rope, and throw him inside the dungeon,” 
Aragorn said, taking the lead. 
 
Ulrad and Glorfindel were disgusted by the elf, and carried him 
away from themselves. 
 
When the door of the dungeon was opened they threw him, 
before Damrod tied him up again. 
 
“Damrod,” Aragorn called. 
 
“Bring two of my bodyguards here to keep watch on him,” 
Aragorn ordered. “I want to see his eyes open for me when the 
morning comes.” 
 
“Yes, my lord,” Damrod said and left. 
 
After few minutes Damrod came back with strong bodyguards, 
who were willing to do whatever their King ordered. 
 
“Use whatever means to keep his eyes open,” Aragorn ordered. 
 
Aragorn watched the elf and said with a hard voice: “Your 
torture has just began.” He left the dungeon, followed the 
guards Glorfindel. 
 
End of Chapter 5.
R/R