Author – Leon (leonshadow )

Title – Once so beautiful

Part – 1/…

Rating - NC-17

Pairing - Sauron/Arwen

Summary – AU: Lord Sauron once wanted to rule over the world. Now all he wants is a lady.

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Disclaimer - I don't own these characters, for they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien. I do not intend to make no money of this.

Feedback - Would love to have some feedback. This story already has been improved by Chris Wielink; again, thanks!

A/N and warnings - This story contains several kinds of dark fantasy and deals with disturbing matters like, graphic rape, torture, graphic violence, humiliation etc.

Author's notes – Never thought I'd write about Arwen, but thanks to "Mr. War" I will.

Chapter 1

She woke up. Her face lay against a cold and sticky surface. Her vision was vague as she dared to open her eyes. Her head hurt, not very different from her body. Her once-so-pale skin looked filthy now. Her hands were shaking. Her once so beautiful looking tunic was covered with dust and tears.

Her memory was vague, for now at least. She managed to slowly sit up by leaning on her arms like a goddess would, though she lacked the elegance of a goddess right now. Her arms now shivered with the weight they carried. She stared at them, lifting one of her arms to rub into her eyes, hoping she'd make herself able to see things more clearly, but apparently all she could do was wait for her vision to clear up on its' own.

After quite a long period of time her eyes finally decided to give her clear vision again, although what she saw didn't brighten her up. She saw walls covered with blood, adorned with scratches and "decorated" with several hooks and chains. The floor on the other hand was only covered with dirt and a bone or two. She was in a prison; a prison that couldn't be from an elf, nor a human. None would treat a room like this.. Not even a dwarf!

Orcs…

Her bright blue eyes tried to look through the small window on one side of the prison but she would have to get up to see anything. One thing was sure, the darkened skies certainly were Mordor's, providing she could remember her father's words about Mordor correctly. A place where evil doesn't sleep, where no plant life exists and where the skies are always dark.

She stroked the side of her face and noticed a trail of dried tears. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Her back ached and her throat was sore. She got on her knees and caressed her raven-black waves of hair. She licked her lips and gulped once, a futile attempt to make her throat hurt less. She pulled her hair a little backwards so it'd be behind her ears. Then she finally crawled, clumsily, unwilling to touch the dirty floor with her delicate hands, and used the handle of the door to pull herself up straight. Her race was tall so it was no problem for her to look through the small window of the door. She took a hold of one of the bars and looked around until her sharp elven senses noticed movements in the corridors of the filthy halls this dungeon housed. She hobbled back to where she had woken up without falling down, to her relief.

Her ears told her only one person was coming closer. An armoured person who'd be taller than.. or perhaps simply heavier than any kind of creature she'd ever seen. The unknown creature stopped before her door. She only saw its chest, for it was way too tall. The creature opened the door. She was simply terrified by the sight of the masked darkness before her.

Not "a" creature, it was "the" creature, the most feared one of all: Lord Sauron.

The man walked into her little prison and simply stared at her, as if he were taking in the view, admiring his prisoner even. Her eyes betrayed her fear, a feature he adored. With the silence between them and his pleasure in her pain growing, so did her fear. She turned her head away from him, feeling exposed and dishonoured, but there was nothing she could do. She knew what had happened to her, but not for what reason.

'Quel re, Arwen en' Rivendel'(1) Sauron spoke. His voice was deep and intense as if he were speaking to a crowd of millions.

Her eyes widened only more as she heard that familiar speech. 'Ed' i'ear ar' elenea..'(2) she said, 'Mankoi naa lle sinome?'(3)

Sauron only grinned slightly as he heard her sweet voice: 'Oh my lady, there is no reason for you to worry. I apologize for this inconvenience, Lle maa quel, please khila amin.'(4) He then took her hand and made his way out of the prison, through the corridors and out of the rotten dungeons. She arrived with him in a beautiful looking room which was, unlike her prison and anything else she'd seen, kept and cleaned well.

'Do not dare to use my speech in such awful way!', she spoke angrily. She pulled herself free from the man and walked further into the room. To her embarrassment, she showed quite a bit of skin, due to the tunic who failed in its duty to cover her body. Besides her legs, that were visible at some angles, and her arms, due to the torn sleeves, the smooth pale skin from her belly was also in plain view.

The dark lord didn't really seem to mind that, having stared enough. He walked to a bathroom which was attached to the bedroom they were in. He filled the bath and walked back to her. 'Go clean yourself up. I will help you.' he said. He didn't act on his command yet, awaiting the response of his guest.

'You will help me?', she seemed to be quite shocked by this offer and walked past him into the bathroom. 'I will clean myself.' But before she even had a chance to close the door Sauron stood next to her. She was startled and fell backwards but the dark lord managed to catch her before she could hurt herself.

'I will help you, whether you want it or not.', his voice sounding more vexed this time.

She remained quiet, as she feared any consequences a protest might have, and let Sauron take off her tunic, under tunic and leggings. She quickly moved into the bath and covered her nicely shaped breasts with her arms, a red glow on her face.

Sauron took off his gauntlets and knelt down. He took some soap and started cleaning her body. Feet.. Legs.. over her hips and belly up to her breasts. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop him so she simply looked away and let him wash her.

He stared at her petite pinkish nipples, but there were no intimate touches. It was as if he were a simple servant. Arms.. Strong shoulders.. Neck.. Jaw.. Cheeks.. And at last, her hair. He grabbed some shampoo and washed her hair thoroughly. Her eyes hadn't changed; they were still filled with fear and her cheeks now showed her humiliation and embarrassment as well.

He helped her out of the bath and dried her with a towel. She didn't move a muscle. 'I need different clothes.' she spoke softly. Sauron simply gestured her to follow him. There, on the bed, lay a dark coloured tunic. She quickly made her way to the bed and grabbed it, putting it on as quick as her body allowed her to. Sauron only stared at her while putting on his gauntlets. She stroked through her hair, which hadn't dried completely, and pulled it behind her ears again.

Looking around her, she studied the room. All the while Sauron only paid attention to her. The tunic suited her perfectly; a thin waist, her shoulders round with only a small edge to them. The tunic was now covered with the waves of her black hair, making it look as if the two were connected. The light blue decorations on the tunic matched the colour of her eyes. It was an amazing sight.

'Three days left.' she heard out of nowhere. 'What?', she answered confused. 'Three days until your father will be here.' Sauron explained.

She sighed of relief and smiled again. Soon she'd see her father. He'd take her home and everything would be fine again.

'Rest now; I will see you again this evening, Arwen.' he said, as he walked out of the room. She heard the door being locked. For now, she merely was relieved to know she was safe and that all would be well soon.

Translations:

1. A good day, Arwen of Rivendell.

2. By the sea and stars..

3. Why are you here?

4. Follow me please, my Lady.