Note: Ola, Estel is Aragorn's Elvish name. It means hope. Kind of fitting
right now, in my opinion, considering everything that's happened so far.
You all know that these characters don't belong to me, except for the new
ones. Thanks for all the great reviews! This takes place a few days after
the last chapter. This chapter is RATED R for rape!
Loss Of Innocence
Part 11
Seiren opened his eyes, and realized that he now felt a lot better. His wounds were beginning to heal, thanks to his Elvish healing ability. Sometime while he was asleep, his hands and feet had been tied, Seiren noted. That was easily fixed.
The red-haired elf's eyes were amethyst, as he took in his surroundings. He could feel that the mental wall between his mind and Ullin's had been effectively torn apart. Their minds would be linked for all eternity, and they were now one person in soul and body. The two could never be separate again, and Seiren wasn't certain how he felt about that.
Frodo was the first to see that Seiren was awake. He'd been worried, because the elf had been asleep for days. "Sam," Frodo whispered. "He's awake."
Sam looked up, and relief shone across his tired face. "Good. Maybe now we can get out of here."
Pippin nodded. "Can you get us out of here, Seiren?" he questioned the elf.
Seiren nodded. "Give me a moment," he said, as he started to whisper in Elvish. Blue light snapped the bindings on his wrists, as well as his feet. He gestured for the Hobbits to come over, which they did.
Seiren worked quickly, using his spell to break the chains that bound them. "Help me, Hobbits, for I must free Gandalf and Gimli before Motarasu awakens." The elf was still tired, but determined to get Legolas's friends to safety and freedom.
Frodo and Sam assisted Seiren in standing on his right side, while Pippin and Merry held up his left side. The five of them slowly made their way over to where Gandalf and Gimli were completely chained up.
Gimli was surprised to see that the elf was up and about. But he was shocked speechless when Seiren took a hold of the chain and murmured in Elvish. The chain snapped, and Gimli was freed. The dwarf was astonished, for he had seen no one but Legolas do such a thing.
Seiren wearily turned to Gandalf, and preformed the same task. Then, even with the Hobbits assisting him, Seiren collapsed on the ground.
"Leave me, and go to Rivendell," Seiren whispered.
"We can't leave you here," Gimli growled in a low voice.
"Protect Aradia from Motarasu," the elf pleaded. "He will not kill me, but he will kill her. Please… go. I would only slow you down."
The Hobbits were torn, as they turned to look at their wise friend, Gandalf.
"There is truth in what he says, my friends. Seiren would slow us down, but I am reluctant to leave him behind to be tormented. However, if Aradia is in danger…" Gandalf's voice trailed off.
"It doesn't matter what happens to me," Seiren said softly. "I would gladly die to keep my friends safe from harm. And I know I shall not, for Motarasu wants me alive. I can't say the same for the rest of you. Please do as I ask and save yourselves and the princess of Gondor." He was falling asleep again, for he had just used up most of the magic that he had finally regained through his rest.
"We must go," Gandalf said gravely. "And pray that Seiren does get rescued by Aragorn and Legolas."
The Hobbits nodded. Gimli scowled, but reluctantly agreed.
The six of them ran off, leaving Seiren behind, for which the elf was grateful, as Motarasu stormed out of his tent, clad only in his leggings.
The evil king bellowed in rage when he saw that he had no prisoners. "Where's that elf?" Motarasu shouted.
Seiren took a deep breath, as Motarasu started in his direction. He knew that the dark one's fury was beyond imagining.
Motarasu was gratified in part, however, at the sight of Seiren lying face- first on the ground. "So you freed them, Seiren. But you could not save yourself?" he taunted.
"You had no reason to have them prisoner, Motarasu," Seiren whispered. "I sent them away, beyond your reach. Why trouble yourself with them any longer? Tis I or Legolas whom you want."
Motarasu raised an eyebrow in surprise. "So you sacrificed yourself once again, Seiren? Isn't it tiresome to always be so damn noble?"
Seiren shook his head weakly, barely able to move or speak. "Not when it means that my friends are safe."
Motarasu's hands turned the elf over, as he grabbed the smaller elf's shoulders. He lifted Seiren directly off the ground and looked into the elf's crystal-clear amethyst eyes. "I'll break your spirit in the best way I know how."
Seiren said nothing, and returned the look. He was no match for the much taller human physically, for he was exhausted. He was half asleep in Motarasu's grip.
Motarasu was intrigued by the elf. He put Seiren on the ground again, and touched his face.
Seiren cringed inwardly. Why must the darkness always be attracted to the light, he wondered.
Motarasu pressed his cruel lips against Seiren's and the elf fought an urge to scream. He closed his eyes, and focused instead on the memories of Legolas and Aragorn, and sweet Aradia.
He could feel his clothes being removed, and heard Motarasu removing his own.
Legolas, his soul screamed, as Seiren shattered the silence with anguished screams.
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Half on hour later, Legolas and Aragorn suddenly heard an Elvish scream tear out of Seiren. Horror leapt into both of them.
They followed the sound silently, and dismounted from Saeru. approaching the flickering light in the clearing ahead.
A silent cry forced its way into Legolas's mind. Seiren was crying out for him!
Aragorn saw the most revolting sight he'd ever seen. "Oh, god…" Aragorn swore.
Legolas looked and turned pure white. He could make out the smaller body under Motarasu, as the dark lord grunted, before beginning to redress himself.
"That's your punishment, Seiren. I wouldn't try something like that again," Motarasu sneered.
Seiren turned onto his side, moaning. The red-haired elf retched, which caused Motarasu to snicker at him. Then the dark lord returned to the camp, leaving the shaking elf behind.
Legolas was furious beyond belief at the sight of his best friend lying there with his clothes next to him. Fresh blood and bruises shone on Seiren's skin, standing out in Legolas's mind. He reached out with his own magic, and the lit fire leapt out of control. Flames shot up and hit the grass surrounding the fire pit. It burned fast and furious as it drew a line between the rest of the camp, and where Seiren lay. Smoke began billowing around the camp, and made it very difficult to see.
Aragorn and Legolas took advantage of the distraction to leave their hiding place and run over to Seiren.
Aragorn tore his cloak off and wrapped it around the elf, and Legolas grabbed Seiren's belongings. The lovers exchanged a nod, and disappeared in the smoke.
Motarasu was busy trying to use his own dark magic to put out the fire to realize just what had happened.
Seiren wound up momentarily passing out in Aragorn's arms. He whimpered softly, and feebly tried to get free, which Aragorn kept preventing.
Legolas kept up with his lover as they raced towards Saeru. The Elvish horse snorted, and led the way to a cave that they had passed by on the way to the camp.
Aragorn and Legolas ran inside it, and Legolas took a blanket and spread it out. Aragorn placed Seiren on it, and the red-haired elf moaned, shaking, before he fought his way back to consciousness.
Amethyst eyes met emerald green eyes, and then dark grey eyes, as Seiren let out a choking gasp.
'Legolas?' Seiren whispered, looking relieved.
Legolas smiled gently at Seiren. 'Tis all right, Seiren. Aragorn and I rescued you from Motarasu.'
Seiren averted his gaze at those words. His eyes went even more purple than usual, as he realized that he now wore Elessar's cloak.
Aragorn placed a hand on Legolas's shoulder. The blonde elf looked at him, uncertain of how to help Seiren. Aragorn gestured towards Seiren's clothes, which Legolas still held, before he turned and left the cave momentarily, to give them some time alone.
"Here," Legolas said gently, handing Seiren his clothes.
Seiren reached for the pale blue outfit, and took it. What the elf truly wanted was somewhere he could bathe and remove the feel on him from where Motarasu had touched him. But Seiren let Elessar's cloak slip, as he struggled to redress.
Legolas wordlessly assisted his best friend, pulling on the shirt and tunic, before helping Seiren to stand and replace his leggings. Seiren was half asleep, Legolas saw. No wonder he hadn't been able to use magic.
Seiren fell asleep standing up, and Legolas lowered him back to the ground. The blonde elf placed his lover's cloak over his sleeping friend as a blanket, before going outside to check on Aragorn.
Aragorn stood when he saw Legolas coming out. "Is Seiren all right, Legolas?"
"He's sleeping now, my love. What effect this will have on him will take time to tell," Legolas murmured. "It should have been me, not him." Tears sparkled in his emerald eyes.
Aragorn swiftly took his lover in his arms. "Dear one, Seiren made the choice for you. All we can do is try to comfort him as best we can, to ease his pain."
Legolas nodded, leaning into the embrace. "I pray his suffering eases in time."
Aragorn gently kissed Legolas on the lips. "I know that it will, because we will see him through it, love."
Legolas sighed, half sorrowful, and half happy. "I knew there was a reason I loved you," Legolas teased softly, trying to lighten the mood.
Aragorn's response was a low chuckle, as he held Legolas tightly to comfort his lover.
To be continued
Loss Of Innocence
Part 11
Seiren opened his eyes, and realized that he now felt a lot better. His wounds were beginning to heal, thanks to his Elvish healing ability. Sometime while he was asleep, his hands and feet had been tied, Seiren noted. That was easily fixed.
The red-haired elf's eyes were amethyst, as he took in his surroundings. He could feel that the mental wall between his mind and Ullin's had been effectively torn apart. Their minds would be linked for all eternity, and they were now one person in soul and body. The two could never be separate again, and Seiren wasn't certain how he felt about that.
Frodo was the first to see that Seiren was awake. He'd been worried, because the elf had been asleep for days. "Sam," Frodo whispered. "He's awake."
Sam looked up, and relief shone across his tired face. "Good. Maybe now we can get out of here."
Pippin nodded. "Can you get us out of here, Seiren?" he questioned the elf.
Seiren nodded. "Give me a moment," he said, as he started to whisper in Elvish. Blue light snapped the bindings on his wrists, as well as his feet. He gestured for the Hobbits to come over, which they did.
Seiren worked quickly, using his spell to break the chains that bound them. "Help me, Hobbits, for I must free Gandalf and Gimli before Motarasu awakens." The elf was still tired, but determined to get Legolas's friends to safety and freedom.
Frodo and Sam assisted Seiren in standing on his right side, while Pippin and Merry held up his left side. The five of them slowly made their way over to where Gandalf and Gimli were completely chained up.
Gimli was surprised to see that the elf was up and about. But he was shocked speechless when Seiren took a hold of the chain and murmured in Elvish. The chain snapped, and Gimli was freed. The dwarf was astonished, for he had seen no one but Legolas do such a thing.
Seiren wearily turned to Gandalf, and preformed the same task. Then, even with the Hobbits assisting him, Seiren collapsed on the ground.
"Leave me, and go to Rivendell," Seiren whispered.
"We can't leave you here," Gimli growled in a low voice.
"Protect Aradia from Motarasu," the elf pleaded. "He will not kill me, but he will kill her. Please… go. I would only slow you down."
The Hobbits were torn, as they turned to look at their wise friend, Gandalf.
"There is truth in what he says, my friends. Seiren would slow us down, but I am reluctant to leave him behind to be tormented. However, if Aradia is in danger…" Gandalf's voice trailed off.
"It doesn't matter what happens to me," Seiren said softly. "I would gladly die to keep my friends safe from harm. And I know I shall not, for Motarasu wants me alive. I can't say the same for the rest of you. Please do as I ask and save yourselves and the princess of Gondor." He was falling asleep again, for he had just used up most of the magic that he had finally regained through his rest.
"We must go," Gandalf said gravely. "And pray that Seiren does get rescued by Aragorn and Legolas."
The Hobbits nodded. Gimli scowled, but reluctantly agreed.
The six of them ran off, leaving Seiren behind, for which the elf was grateful, as Motarasu stormed out of his tent, clad only in his leggings.
The evil king bellowed in rage when he saw that he had no prisoners. "Where's that elf?" Motarasu shouted.
Seiren took a deep breath, as Motarasu started in his direction. He knew that the dark one's fury was beyond imagining.
Motarasu was gratified in part, however, at the sight of Seiren lying face- first on the ground. "So you freed them, Seiren. But you could not save yourself?" he taunted.
"You had no reason to have them prisoner, Motarasu," Seiren whispered. "I sent them away, beyond your reach. Why trouble yourself with them any longer? Tis I or Legolas whom you want."
Motarasu raised an eyebrow in surprise. "So you sacrificed yourself once again, Seiren? Isn't it tiresome to always be so damn noble?"
Seiren shook his head weakly, barely able to move or speak. "Not when it means that my friends are safe."
Motarasu's hands turned the elf over, as he grabbed the smaller elf's shoulders. He lifted Seiren directly off the ground and looked into the elf's crystal-clear amethyst eyes. "I'll break your spirit in the best way I know how."
Seiren said nothing, and returned the look. He was no match for the much taller human physically, for he was exhausted. He was half asleep in Motarasu's grip.
Motarasu was intrigued by the elf. He put Seiren on the ground again, and touched his face.
Seiren cringed inwardly. Why must the darkness always be attracted to the light, he wondered.
Motarasu pressed his cruel lips against Seiren's and the elf fought an urge to scream. He closed his eyes, and focused instead on the memories of Legolas and Aragorn, and sweet Aradia.
He could feel his clothes being removed, and heard Motarasu removing his own.
Legolas, his soul screamed, as Seiren shattered the silence with anguished screams.
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Half on hour later, Legolas and Aragorn suddenly heard an Elvish scream tear out of Seiren. Horror leapt into both of them.
They followed the sound silently, and dismounted from Saeru. approaching the flickering light in the clearing ahead.
A silent cry forced its way into Legolas's mind. Seiren was crying out for him!
Aragorn saw the most revolting sight he'd ever seen. "Oh, god…" Aragorn swore.
Legolas looked and turned pure white. He could make out the smaller body under Motarasu, as the dark lord grunted, before beginning to redress himself.
"That's your punishment, Seiren. I wouldn't try something like that again," Motarasu sneered.
Seiren turned onto his side, moaning. The red-haired elf retched, which caused Motarasu to snicker at him. Then the dark lord returned to the camp, leaving the shaking elf behind.
Legolas was furious beyond belief at the sight of his best friend lying there with his clothes next to him. Fresh blood and bruises shone on Seiren's skin, standing out in Legolas's mind. He reached out with his own magic, and the lit fire leapt out of control. Flames shot up and hit the grass surrounding the fire pit. It burned fast and furious as it drew a line between the rest of the camp, and where Seiren lay. Smoke began billowing around the camp, and made it very difficult to see.
Aragorn and Legolas took advantage of the distraction to leave their hiding place and run over to Seiren.
Aragorn tore his cloak off and wrapped it around the elf, and Legolas grabbed Seiren's belongings. The lovers exchanged a nod, and disappeared in the smoke.
Motarasu was busy trying to use his own dark magic to put out the fire to realize just what had happened.
Seiren wound up momentarily passing out in Aragorn's arms. He whimpered softly, and feebly tried to get free, which Aragorn kept preventing.
Legolas kept up with his lover as they raced towards Saeru. The Elvish horse snorted, and led the way to a cave that they had passed by on the way to the camp.
Aragorn and Legolas ran inside it, and Legolas took a blanket and spread it out. Aragorn placed Seiren on it, and the red-haired elf moaned, shaking, before he fought his way back to consciousness.
Amethyst eyes met emerald green eyes, and then dark grey eyes, as Seiren let out a choking gasp.
'Legolas?' Seiren whispered, looking relieved.
Legolas smiled gently at Seiren. 'Tis all right, Seiren. Aragorn and I rescued you from Motarasu.'
Seiren averted his gaze at those words. His eyes went even more purple than usual, as he realized that he now wore Elessar's cloak.
Aragorn placed a hand on Legolas's shoulder. The blonde elf looked at him, uncertain of how to help Seiren. Aragorn gestured towards Seiren's clothes, which Legolas still held, before he turned and left the cave momentarily, to give them some time alone.
"Here," Legolas said gently, handing Seiren his clothes.
Seiren reached for the pale blue outfit, and took it. What the elf truly wanted was somewhere he could bathe and remove the feel on him from where Motarasu had touched him. But Seiren let Elessar's cloak slip, as he struggled to redress.
Legolas wordlessly assisted his best friend, pulling on the shirt and tunic, before helping Seiren to stand and replace his leggings. Seiren was half asleep, Legolas saw. No wonder he hadn't been able to use magic.
Seiren fell asleep standing up, and Legolas lowered him back to the ground. The blonde elf placed his lover's cloak over his sleeping friend as a blanket, before going outside to check on Aragorn.
Aragorn stood when he saw Legolas coming out. "Is Seiren all right, Legolas?"
"He's sleeping now, my love. What effect this will have on him will take time to tell," Legolas murmured. "It should have been me, not him." Tears sparkled in his emerald eyes.
Aragorn swiftly took his lover in his arms. "Dear one, Seiren made the choice for you. All we can do is try to comfort him as best we can, to ease his pain."
Legolas nodded, leaning into the embrace. "I pray his suffering eases in time."
Aragorn gently kissed Legolas on the lips. "I know that it will, because we will see him through it, love."
Legolas sighed, half sorrowful, and half happy. "I knew there was a reason I loved you," Legolas teased softly, trying to lighten the mood.
Aragorn's response was a low chuckle, as he held Legolas tightly to comfort his lover.
To be continued