Title: Niphred Ôl (1-2/18)
Author: Quellecristiel
Author's Email: quellecristiel@yahoo.co.uk
Pairings: Legolas/Glorfindel, eventual Legolas/Elrohir
Rating: R
Summary: Legolas is being abused by his lover, but he
loves him too much to leave
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own anything but two paperclips, a pen and a notepad
WARNING: Violence, Rape, OOC Glorfindel, AU (no ring)
Authors Note: I really do rather like Glorfindel, and he's lovely in my other fic, Healing, (soon to be published in Skyfire's zine), but I needed somebody to be the bad guy this time, and I don't like bringing in original characters. I'm sorry to all the Glorfindel fans out there! If you do like this fic, please review and make a poor little slash writer's day...
just in case you missed it.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DOMESTIC ABUSE, RAPE AND BDSM. IF YOU OBJECT TO THESE TOPICS PLEASE DO NOT READ
Please don't flame, and get upset over the rating/content etc. I have posted adequate warning and explained the content of this story, it is your choice to read it or not. Constructive criticism however is welcome- you can't improve without knowing your failings (
Special thanks go to Cheysuli, whose challenge this is the result of, and to my wonderful beta reader Niana Yuy.
(thank you both so much!)
*phew* on to the story now.
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Niphred Ôl
Chapter 1
The stars had been shining brightly over Imladris for more than four hours, but one elf still sat awake and watchful in his chambers. Legolas Greenleaf perched anxiously on a chaise-lounge in the suite he shared with Glorfindel, a warrior of the valley city, the minutes passing like hours. His lover still had not returned, but Legolas knew he would want him to be ready and attentive as he came through the door. He had been waiting up for hours now and was tired, but knew better than to go to bed.
After what seemed like an age, Legolas' keen ears detected the first sounds of his lover's return. Anxiety and anticipation heightening his senses, he was able to hear the heavy, uneven footsteps of the Elda approaching. His nose soon detected the telltale odour of alcohol, a mixture of wine and mead.
Legolas' blood ran cold in his veins. He known in his heart why Glorfindel had once again been out until such a late hour, but the confirmation of the fears he had tried to deny came as a bitter disappointment. What's more, it turned the nagging worry in his brain into an icy fear that gripped him.
The footsteps were closer now, just behind the door, the stench of alcohol unmistakeable. Terror jabbing at his heart, the prince curled up on the chaise-lounge, eyes tightly shut. //Perhaps if he thinks I am asleep, he'll just go to bed and forget by the morning. // It was a tactic that had always failed in the past, but hearing the drunken lord on the other side of the door, Legolas couldn't bring himself to go to him, to walk willingly into yet another beating.
The door swung open to crash against the wall, denting the plaster where the doorknob struck it. Glorfindel staggered into the room, swaying dangerously on his feet and reeking of mead. "Legolas!" Legolas forced his face to take on an open-eyed, vacant expression, feigning sleep though the stench of the alcohol stung at his nose. He felt the floor shake from the Elda's pounding feet, but forced himself to remain still, silently praying that his lover would leave him be for tonight.
No such luck.
A strong hand grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. Hissing at the pain, Legolas scrambled to his feet, the hand still firmly fisted in his blonde locks. "Do not ignore me! When I call you, you come immediately." "I'm sorry, I-" Legolas broke off as a fist smashed into the side of his face, nearly knocking him over but for the hand still holding him by the hair. "Stop grovelling!" Glorfindel yanked hard at the smaller elf's hair, sending him crashing into the wall, before finally loosening his iron grip.
"Useless. why can you never do anything right?"
Dazed by the blow inflicted on his head as he was thrust into the wall, Legolas crossed unsteadily to the other side of the room, shutting the door to their quarters. //Too late// he thought to himself, //No doubt the entire east wing will have woken at the commotion. I only pray they haven't heard too much.//
Across the room, Glorfindel was now staggering towards the chaise- lounge. "Bring me more wine." He sank down heavily onto the seat, devoid of his usual Elven grace. "But surely-"
Glorfindel's eyes flashed dangerously, and the blonde prince abandoned his timid protest and meekly reached for the cabinet where Glorfindel kept a collection of wine and spirits. With trembling hands he selected a bottle and goblet, carefully bearing them across the floor. Rough hands grabbed them from him, and he edged backwards as the older elf swigged from the bottle. Glorfindel drank like a man dying of thirst, making Legolas' eyes widen in astonishment and trepidation. At this rate, surely it could not be long before.
Glorfindel stood and took a few unsteady steps towards their bedroom, then swayed precariously and pitched forward face-first. Legolas sprang forward, catching his lover before he hit the flagstone floor and eased the now-empty bottle from his hand. Sighing, Legolas half-dragged the warrior into their bedchamber and laid him down on the bed. He felt the strain on his injured shoulder as he stooped down to unlace his prone lover's boots, sliding them off gently. //He never used to be like this, // he thought miserably, //it used to be so nice, before.//
Still, he had gotten off lightly tonight.
He reached over to loosen the collar of the Elda's tunic and undo the braids adorning his hair, head pounding, when Glorfindel stirred beneath him. Legolas found himself looking into bleary eyes still fogged with mead and wine, but the shadow of violence and anger now gone from within their depths. Clumsy hands reached up for his face, and Legolas flinched involuntarily.
"Legolas." the words came out slurred. "Love, I'm sorry, you know I love you, I'll never hurt you again, I'm sorry my love." The lord's hands were clutching blindly at his lover, eyes glazing over as sleep and oblivion threatened to claim him. Legolas' heart gave a flutter- perhaps there was still hope. "Truly?" he whispered softly.
But Glorfindel was already asleep
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own anything but two paperclips, a pen and a notepad
WARNING: Violence, Rape, OOC Glorfindel, AU (no ring)
Authors Note: I really do rather like Glorfindel, and he's lovely in my other fic, Healing, (soon to be published in Skyfire's zine), but I needed somebody to be the bad guy this time, and I don't like bringing in original characters. I'm sorry to all the Glorfindel fans out there! If you do like this fic, please review and make a poor little slash writer's day...
just in case you missed it.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DOMESTIC ABUSE, RAPE AND BDSM. IF YOU OBJECT TO THESE TOPICS PLEASE DO NOT READ
Please don't flame, and get upset over the rating/content etc. I have posted adequate warning and explained the content of this story, it is your choice to read it or not. Constructive criticism however is welcome- you can't improve without knowing your failings (
Special thanks go to Cheysuli, whose challenge this is the result of, and to my wonderful beta reader Niana Yuy.
(thank you both so much!)
*phew* on to the story now.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Niphred Ôl
Chapter 1
The stars had been shining brightly over Imladris for more than four hours, but one elf still sat awake and watchful in his chambers. Legolas Greenleaf perched anxiously on a chaise-lounge in the suite he shared with Glorfindel, a warrior of the valley city, the minutes passing like hours. His lover still had not returned, but Legolas knew he would want him to be ready and attentive as he came through the door. He had been waiting up for hours now and was tired, but knew better than to go to bed.
After what seemed like an age, Legolas' keen ears detected the first sounds of his lover's return. Anxiety and anticipation heightening his senses, he was able to hear the heavy, uneven footsteps of the Elda approaching. His nose soon detected the telltale odour of alcohol, a mixture of wine and mead.
Legolas' blood ran cold in his veins. He known in his heart why Glorfindel had once again been out until such a late hour, but the confirmation of the fears he had tried to deny came as a bitter disappointment. What's more, it turned the nagging worry in his brain into an icy fear that gripped him.
The footsteps were closer now, just behind the door, the stench of alcohol unmistakeable. Terror jabbing at his heart, the prince curled up on the chaise-lounge, eyes tightly shut. //Perhaps if he thinks I am asleep, he'll just go to bed and forget by the morning. // It was a tactic that had always failed in the past, but hearing the drunken lord on the other side of the door, Legolas couldn't bring himself to go to him, to walk willingly into yet another beating.
The door swung open to crash against the wall, denting the plaster where the doorknob struck it. Glorfindel staggered into the room, swaying dangerously on his feet and reeking of mead. "Legolas!" Legolas forced his face to take on an open-eyed, vacant expression, feigning sleep though the stench of the alcohol stung at his nose. He felt the floor shake from the Elda's pounding feet, but forced himself to remain still, silently praying that his lover would leave him be for tonight.
No such luck.
A strong hand grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. Hissing at the pain, Legolas scrambled to his feet, the hand still firmly fisted in his blonde locks. "Do not ignore me! When I call you, you come immediately." "I'm sorry, I-" Legolas broke off as a fist smashed into the side of his face, nearly knocking him over but for the hand still holding him by the hair. "Stop grovelling!" Glorfindel yanked hard at the smaller elf's hair, sending him crashing into the wall, before finally loosening his iron grip.
"Useless. why can you never do anything right?"
Dazed by the blow inflicted on his head as he was thrust into the wall, Legolas crossed unsteadily to the other side of the room, shutting the door to their quarters. //Too late// he thought to himself, //No doubt the entire east wing will have woken at the commotion. I only pray they haven't heard too much.//
Across the room, Glorfindel was now staggering towards the chaise- lounge. "Bring me more wine." He sank down heavily onto the seat, devoid of his usual Elven grace. "But surely-"
Glorfindel's eyes flashed dangerously, and the blonde prince abandoned his timid protest and meekly reached for the cabinet where Glorfindel kept a collection of wine and spirits. With trembling hands he selected a bottle and goblet, carefully bearing them across the floor. Rough hands grabbed them from him, and he edged backwards as the older elf swigged from the bottle. Glorfindel drank like a man dying of thirst, making Legolas' eyes widen in astonishment and trepidation. At this rate, surely it could not be long before.
Glorfindel stood and took a few unsteady steps towards their bedroom, then swayed precariously and pitched forward face-first. Legolas sprang forward, catching his lover before he hit the flagstone floor and eased the now-empty bottle from his hand. Sighing, Legolas half-dragged the warrior into their bedchamber and laid him down on the bed. He felt the strain on his injured shoulder as he stooped down to unlace his prone lover's boots, sliding them off gently. //He never used to be like this, // he thought miserably, //it used to be so nice, before.//
Still, he had gotten off lightly tonight.
He reached over to loosen the collar of the Elda's tunic and undo the braids adorning his hair, head pounding, when Glorfindel stirred beneath him. Legolas found himself looking into bleary eyes still fogged with mead and wine, but the shadow of violence and anger now gone from within their depths. Clumsy hands reached up for his face, and Legolas flinched involuntarily.
"Legolas." the words came out slurred. "Love, I'm sorry, you know I love you, I'll never hurt you again, I'm sorry my love." The lord's hands were clutching blindly at his lover, eyes glazing over as sleep and oblivion threatened to claim him. Legolas' heart gave a flutter- perhaps there was still hope. "Truly?" he whispered softly.
But Glorfindel was already asleep