Disclaimer: If u really want to read this, go back a chapter. I still own
Alcarinlore and this new character, Morgulastaer. I took that from tom,
but I'm the one who gave him that name, so it's mine anyways. Don't really
have anything else to say.
A/n: Thanx SO much to everyone who reviewed! U r my heroes! I am sorry to inform u though that this chapter is very, very dark. So much for a sweet romance eh? I didn't want to write it, but I was having a really, really, like u would never believe, bad day. and this story needs a plot anyways. Had to get this out of my system. Alcarinlore has a dark past, and u can't get much darker than rape, so, if u don't like it, or have problems with it, don't read it, simple as that. But now Legolas can save her, right? See, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and I don't think it's a train. That's all for now. Until the bottom of the screen, byes.
Alcarinlore's heart was still racing when she reached her room. She lay on her bed, her arms flung out from her sides, smiling. She could still feel his lips on hers, and his strong arms around her. She laughed, and rolled over giggling uncontrolably.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself. "I'm acting like a child!"
His face appeared in her mind. She knew what was wrong with her. Legolas Greenleaf. She had been secretly infatuated with him from the first day she lay her eyes on him two weeks ago. He was not only gorgeous, but smart, funny, and charming. She had never met anyone like him.
She changed into her nightgown, fighting back every urge to race through the halls to find him. She desperatly wanted to be back safely in his arms. But she was tired, and she needed her rest. She would see him soon. In her dreams.
But her dreams were far from peaceful. It started off beautifully though. She stood in the sunny forrest with Legolas. They were wrapped in each other's arms. He leaned down to kiss her gently. She let out a small sound, like the purr of a cat and smiled against his lips. Suddenly, the kiss turned fierce. His lips enveloped hers and his hands grabbed at her roughly. He growled low in his throat and her eyes shot open. She screamed into his mouth. This was not her Legolas, it was a dark haired elf. Morgulastaer.
He broke the kiss and held her tightly as he said in his low voice, "Alcarinlore, my sweet."
"Let go of me!" she cried, fighting against his chest.
"Why do you fight me? I only want to be with you my darling," he asked, he voice trailing off as he kissed her again.
She thrashed wildly, but he was too strong for her. However, she did manage to turn her head and scream. "Morgulastaer!"
"I love it when you scream for me," he growled, now kissing her neck.
All of a sudden, she was on her back, Morgulastaer pinning her down as he strattled her body. She screamed and tried to throw him off, but it was all in vain.
"Settle my darling, settle," he whispered as he ripped off his tunic and started undoing his leggings.
Her eyes widened in fear, and no sound would leave her throat. Soon he was tearing away her dress and managed to tie her wrists together tightly. She was too terrified to even fight him off. An evil smile played at his lips as he looked down at her naked body.
"You are quite the beauty dearest," he smirked as he ran his hands up and down her body. She struggled with the last of her strength, but his weight kept her down, the rocks and sticks digging into her back sharply. He only laughed at her futile efforts. He bent down and kissed her roughly, but in one last attempt to free herself from him, she bit down hard on his tounge. He recoiled and she sat up, but he slapped her across the face and sent her to the ground. She was dazed, and before she knew it, he had parted her legs and penetrated her.
She let out a scream so painful, that the trees shuddered. He slapped her again but her scream only wavered slightly. He hit her over and over and over again, but she could not stop. The pain was too terrible and he was unrelentless in his actions. Even when he finally satisfied his needs she continued to scream. Her voice was scratched and her throat was raw and bleeding, but she could feel none of it. The screaming made the pain disappear..
"Silence!" Morgulastaer screamed. With that, he took a knife from a nearby pack and slashed her from her right shoulder to the middle of her upper chest. The wound was deep, and it silenced Alcarinlore. "There's my girl," he laughed as he stood and dressed. He threw her torn dress back at her and cut the rope that tied her wrists. Then he walked off, never saying a word, and never looking back.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a butterfly landed on a nearby flower. Alcarinlore's body shook violently, and she passed out.
She woke with a start. A sheen of cold sweat covered her face, she was breathing hard, and her chest burned. She swept her pale hand over the scar from her shoulder to center of her chest. It was bright red and throbbing. She ached all over.
"Morgulastaer," she whispered, the pain from the day she so desperatly tried to forget racing through her. "Why?"
A/n: I know it's dark, but I had to do it. I was crushed yesterday by a guy, and this works as therapy I guess. If u didn't like it, I'm sorry. But this is my story and I'll do what I want w/ it! U can flame me if u really want to, they will be used, as always, to roast s'mores w/ peanut butter and whipped cream over. Love to all, ~elvengoddess~
A/n: Thanx SO much to everyone who reviewed! U r my heroes! I am sorry to inform u though that this chapter is very, very dark. So much for a sweet romance eh? I didn't want to write it, but I was having a really, really, like u would never believe, bad day. and this story needs a plot anyways. Had to get this out of my system. Alcarinlore has a dark past, and u can't get much darker than rape, so, if u don't like it, or have problems with it, don't read it, simple as that. But now Legolas can save her, right? See, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and I don't think it's a train. That's all for now. Until the bottom of the screen, byes.
Alcarinlore's heart was still racing when she reached her room. She lay on her bed, her arms flung out from her sides, smiling. She could still feel his lips on hers, and his strong arms around her. She laughed, and rolled over giggling uncontrolably.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself. "I'm acting like a child!"
His face appeared in her mind. She knew what was wrong with her. Legolas Greenleaf. She had been secretly infatuated with him from the first day she lay her eyes on him two weeks ago. He was not only gorgeous, but smart, funny, and charming. She had never met anyone like him.
She changed into her nightgown, fighting back every urge to race through the halls to find him. She desperatly wanted to be back safely in his arms. But she was tired, and she needed her rest. She would see him soon. In her dreams.
But her dreams were far from peaceful. It started off beautifully though. She stood in the sunny forrest with Legolas. They were wrapped in each other's arms. He leaned down to kiss her gently. She let out a small sound, like the purr of a cat and smiled against his lips. Suddenly, the kiss turned fierce. His lips enveloped hers and his hands grabbed at her roughly. He growled low in his throat and her eyes shot open. She screamed into his mouth. This was not her Legolas, it was a dark haired elf. Morgulastaer.
He broke the kiss and held her tightly as he said in his low voice, "Alcarinlore, my sweet."
"Let go of me!" she cried, fighting against his chest.
"Why do you fight me? I only want to be with you my darling," he asked, he voice trailing off as he kissed her again.
She thrashed wildly, but he was too strong for her. However, she did manage to turn her head and scream. "Morgulastaer!"
"I love it when you scream for me," he growled, now kissing her neck.
All of a sudden, she was on her back, Morgulastaer pinning her down as he strattled her body. She screamed and tried to throw him off, but it was all in vain.
"Settle my darling, settle," he whispered as he ripped off his tunic and started undoing his leggings.
Her eyes widened in fear, and no sound would leave her throat. Soon he was tearing away her dress and managed to tie her wrists together tightly. She was too terrified to even fight him off. An evil smile played at his lips as he looked down at her naked body.
"You are quite the beauty dearest," he smirked as he ran his hands up and down her body. She struggled with the last of her strength, but his weight kept her down, the rocks and sticks digging into her back sharply. He only laughed at her futile efforts. He bent down and kissed her roughly, but in one last attempt to free herself from him, she bit down hard on his tounge. He recoiled and she sat up, but he slapped her across the face and sent her to the ground. She was dazed, and before she knew it, he had parted her legs and penetrated her.
She let out a scream so painful, that the trees shuddered. He slapped her again but her scream only wavered slightly. He hit her over and over and over again, but she could not stop. The pain was too terrible and he was unrelentless in his actions. Even when he finally satisfied his needs she continued to scream. Her voice was scratched and her throat was raw and bleeding, but she could feel none of it. The screaming made the pain disappear..
"Silence!" Morgulastaer screamed. With that, he took a knife from a nearby pack and slashed her from her right shoulder to the middle of her upper chest. The wound was deep, and it silenced Alcarinlore. "There's my girl," he laughed as he stood and dressed. He threw her torn dress back at her and cut the rope that tied her wrists. Then he walked off, never saying a word, and never looking back.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a butterfly landed on a nearby flower. Alcarinlore's body shook violently, and she passed out.
She woke with a start. A sheen of cold sweat covered her face, she was breathing hard, and her chest burned. She swept her pale hand over the scar from her shoulder to center of her chest. It was bright red and throbbing. She ached all over.
"Morgulastaer," she whispered, the pain from the day she so desperatly tried to forget racing through her. "Why?"
A/n: I know it's dark, but I had to do it. I was crushed yesterday by a guy, and this works as therapy I guess. If u didn't like it, I'm sorry. But this is my story and I'll do what I want w/ it! U can flame me if u really want to, they will be used, as always, to roast s'mores w/ peanut butter and whipped cream over. Love to all, ~elvengoddess~