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Interlude
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Fall From Grace
Standard Disclaimer: Most of this is his; heck if it was mine, well let's just say that I certainly wouldn't be writing fanfiction to the Internet… Only Arryn is mine, and that's doubtful, too. He keeps running off with a certain elf-twin…
Summary: An interlude about what was going on in Arryn's mind when he was in the hands of the orcs, and a bit of his madness explained. I'm so mean to my characters…
Misery - - The Moffats
I cry myself to sleep again tonight
'Cause I cannot hold you tight
I wish I could see you again tomorrow
To take all this sorrow sorrow I'm hollow
When I touch you, can you feel it?
When I need you, can you give it?
When I look in your eyes, can you see me?
When I fall fall, will you catch me catch me catch me?
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Arryn shook himself awake, swallowing the cries that threatened to emerge from him. His every muscle quivered with tension; the orcs were returning. Wildly, his eyes darted up, searching frantically for light; any kind of light.
The orcs grunted their way over to him, standing over him, ghoulishly grinning. The leader, a great hulk of a brute, even for an Uruk-Hai, reached a gnarled, bony hand down and ran its fingers up Arryn's back in a parody of tenderness.
He squirmed, memories of Elrohir doing the same thing overlapping clangingly in his mind. He shuddered, and the orcs laughed, broken teeth gleaming blackly in the dim light of the torches. The leader wound a think arm around Arryn's neck, yanking the elf upward, and shoving him face-first against the nearest wall.
Arryn tried to stifle the sounds coming from his throat, but could not hold in a strangled gasp as the orc entered him roughly. The elf closed his eyes, retreating to the place where all was white and soft and full of light. He fancied it as Elrohir and his room in Imladris: the windows glassless and clear, so open that the trees extended branches into the room, and birds flew freely through. The stars shone brightly down on them as they made love, the sky smiling and twinkling through her tears. But why was she crying? Wasn't it a beautiful sight? Yes, she whispered, yes, if only it were real, my dearest….
//Isn't it real? Oh Elrohir….//
The sensations from outside penetrated vaguely. His cheek hurt; sharp edges of rock dug into his skin. His wrists burned from the ropes chafing him. He felt his skin tear, and felt the blood slide slowly down his thighs, an odd tickling. Abruptly, his consciousness returned. It was always jarring, this return to reality.
The orc was rutting into him, his scent foul and reeking. Arryn couldn't keep a gag down as another orc shoved a rigid cock down his throat. He was slapped harshly for that, too harshly, and he fell into blessed oblivion, desperately seeking out the room where the stars spoke and he was with Elrohir again. //Oh Elrohir….//
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The room was white and soft and full of light. The windows were glassless and clear, so open that the trees extended branches into the room, and birds flew freely through. The stars shone brightly down on them as Arryn and Elrohir laid together, the sky smiling and twinkling.
The two elves lounged lazily on the bed, kissing softly, enjoying each other's nearness. They ran slow hands over relaxed bodies, reacquainting themselves with the contours of limbs and torsos. Arryn smiled mischievously, and before Elrohir had the presence of mind to be concerned, his lover had kissed his way down his stomach, and had enclosed his mouth around the elf's arousal. Suckling gently at the tip, Arryn smiled against his lover's skin, and took him in deeper. With a cry, Elrohir exploded, and the red head swallowed greedily.
Arryn watched his lover, saw him surrendering to the ecstasy he felt. He was so happy to be home; the pain of their long separation, and the orc attacks were almost stifling. He smiled, feeling Elrohir's quiet hum of pleasure. It was not often that Arryn saw this utter abandon on the face below him; it was only when they were safe in their home that he allowed himself to relax this much. Arryn felt a ridiculous satisfaction that he was the only one who was privileged to see this trust.
Collapsing gently onto his taller lover, the red-haired elf pushed his nose into the others' neck. They were silent for a moment, and then Arryn lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on the parted lips. "My Elrohir…" he whispered, and felt the soft ghost of a breath in reply. "Always."
They stayed like that, nestled against one another, before Arryn's own need made itself apparent. Smiling knowingly, Elrohir shifted under him, and opened his legs to allow his lover access. Smoothly, they joined, soft moans and whispers of love holding testament to the passion they created.
Arryn looked up, searching for the stars and their silent blessing. He saw the sky above him, saw the stars in all their glory, and the Lady Sky was smiling through her tears. But why was she crying? Wasn't it a beautiful sight? Yes, she whispered, yes, if only it were real, my dearest-
Arryn opened his eyes. Sounds assaulted his ears-it was too dark yet for his eyes to make out any shapes. He was sheathed inside Elrohir… no.
Not Elrohir. Feeling a dull horror begin to crawl up his throat, he looked down, eyes wide and petrified. Orcish laughter greeted him; harsh growls and snarls, evil parodies of mirth. His eyes adjusted, and he saw himself, as if from afar. What was this? An Elf, locked in passion with an orc?
//Oh Valar no please no anything but that Elbereth no please help me oh Elrohir can you ever forgive me? oh please Elrohir I'm sorry please forgive me Elrohir…//
The orc grunted and thrust up, impaling itself deeper. The harsh, twisted laughter broke through Arryn's daze, just as the orc under him groaned one last time and spilled hot, reeking seed between their bellies. Arryn screamed and pulled back, away. The orcs around him grabbed his arms and held him still. "Not so pure now, are you, pretty elf?" they hissed, delighted.
Arryn screamed and screamed, unable to accept what he had done, and gradually he felt himself going away, but it wasn't to a soft white room filled with light. It was a dark cave, inhabited by demons, and they laughed and called to him in imitation of his lover's voice: "Arryn, how could you do this? Arryn, don't you love me?"
Thousands of reflections of the much-loved face, all twisted with betrayal and anger. //no Elrohir I'm sorry please forgive me…//
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The room was white and soft and full of light; their room in Imladris. The windows were glassless and clear; so open that the trees extended branches into the room, and birds flew freely through. The stars shone brightly down on them as they made love, the sky smiling and twinkling through her tears. Oh my dearest, she whispered, yes, it was a beautiful sight. If only your peace were real.
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Interlude
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Fall From Grace
Standard Disclaimer: Most of this is his; heck if it was mine, well let's just say that I certainly wouldn't be writing fanfiction to the Internet… Only Arryn is mine, and that's doubtful, too. He keeps running off with a certain elf-twin…
Summary: An interlude about what was going on in Arryn's mind when he was in the hands of the orcs, and a bit of his madness explained. I'm so mean to my characters…
Misery - - The Moffats
I cry myself to sleep again tonight
'Cause I cannot hold you tight
I wish I could see you again tomorrow
To take all this sorrow sorrow I'm hollow
When I touch you, can you feel it?
When I need you, can you give it?
When I look in your eyes, can you see me?
When I fall fall, will you catch me catch me catch me?
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Arryn shook himself awake, swallowing the cries that threatened to emerge from him. His every muscle quivered with tension; the orcs were returning. Wildly, his eyes darted up, searching frantically for light; any kind of light.
The orcs grunted their way over to him, standing over him, ghoulishly grinning. The leader, a great hulk of a brute, even for an Uruk-Hai, reached a gnarled, bony hand down and ran its fingers up Arryn's back in a parody of tenderness.
He squirmed, memories of Elrohir doing the same thing overlapping clangingly in his mind. He shuddered, and the orcs laughed, broken teeth gleaming blackly in the dim light of the torches. The leader wound a think arm around Arryn's neck, yanking the elf upward, and shoving him face-first against the nearest wall.
Arryn tried to stifle the sounds coming from his throat, but could not hold in a strangled gasp as the orc entered him roughly. The elf closed his eyes, retreating to the place where all was white and soft and full of light. He fancied it as Elrohir and his room in Imladris: the windows glassless and clear, so open that the trees extended branches into the room, and birds flew freely through. The stars shone brightly down on them as they made love, the sky smiling and twinkling through her tears. But why was she crying? Wasn't it a beautiful sight? Yes, she whispered, yes, if only it were real, my dearest….
//Isn't it real? Oh Elrohir….//
The sensations from outside penetrated vaguely. His cheek hurt; sharp edges of rock dug into his skin. His wrists burned from the ropes chafing him. He felt his skin tear, and felt the blood slide slowly down his thighs, an odd tickling. Abruptly, his consciousness returned. It was always jarring, this return to reality.
The orc was rutting into him, his scent foul and reeking. Arryn couldn't keep a gag down as another orc shoved a rigid cock down his throat. He was slapped harshly for that, too harshly, and he fell into blessed oblivion, desperately seeking out the room where the stars spoke and he was with Elrohir again. //Oh Elrohir….//
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The room was white and soft and full of light. The windows were glassless and clear, so open that the trees extended branches into the room, and birds flew freely through. The stars shone brightly down on them as Arryn and Elrohir laid together, the sky smiling and twinkling.
The two elves lounged lazily on the bed, kissing softly, enjoying each other's nearness. They ran slow hands over relaxed bodies, reacquainting themselves with the contours of limbs and torsos. Arryn smiled mischievously, and before Elrohir had the presence of mind to be concerned, his lover had kissed his way down his stomach, and had enclosed his mouth around the elf's arousal. Suckling gently at the tip, Arryn smiled against his lover's skin, and took him in deeper. With a cry, Elrohir exploded, and the red head swallowed greedily.
Arryn watched his lover, saw him surrendering to the ecstasy he felt. He was so happy to be home; the pain of their long separation, and the orc attacks were almost stifling. He smiled, feeling Elrohir's quiet hum of pleasure. It was not often that Arryn saw this utter abandon on the face below him; it was only when they were safe in their home that he allowed himself to relax this much. Arryn felt a ridiculous satisfaction that he was the only one who was privileged to see this trust.
Collapsing gently onto his taller lover, the red-haired elf pushed his nose into the others' neck. They were silent for a moment, and then Arryn lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on the parted lips. "My Elrohir…" he whispered, and felt the soft ghost of a breath in reply. "Always."
They stayed like that, nestled against one another, before Arryn's own need made itself apparent. Smiling knowingly, Elrohir shifted under him, and opened his legs to allow his lover access. Smoothly, they joined, soft moans and whispers of love holding testament to the passion they created.
Arryn looked up, searching for the stars and their silent blessing. He saw the sky above him, saw the stars in all their glory, and the Lady Sky was smiling through her tears. But why was she crying? Wasn't it a beautiful sight? Yes, she whispered, yes, if only it were real, my dearest-
Arryn opened his eyes. Sounds assaulted his ears-it was too dark yet for his eyes to make out any shapes. He was sheathed inside Elrohir… no.
Not Elrohir. Feeling a dull horror begin to crawl up his throat, he looked down, eyes wide and petrified. Orcish laughter greeted him; harsh growls and snarls, evil parodies of mirth. His eyes adjusted, and he saw himself, as if from afar. What was this? An Elf, locked in passion with an orc?
//Oh Valar no please no anything but that Elbereth no please help me oh Elrohir can you ever forgive me? oh please Elrohir I'm sorry please forgive me Elrohir…//
The orc grunted and thrust up, impaling itself deeper. The harsh, twisted laughter broke through Arryn's daze, just as the orc under him groaned one last time and spilled hot, reeking seed between their bellies. Arryn screamed and pulled back, away. The orcs around him grabbed his arms and held him still. "Not so pure now, are you, pretty elf?" they hissed, delighted.
Arryn screamed and screamed, unable to accept what he had done, and gradually he felt himself going away, but it wasn't to a soft white room filled with light. It was a dark cave, inhabited by demons, and they laughed and called to him in imitation of his lover's voice: "Arryn, how could you do this? Arryn, don't you love me?"
Thousands of reflections of the much-loved face, all twisted with betrayal and anger. //no Elrohir I'm sorry please forgive me…//
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The room was white and soft and full of light; their room in Imladris. The windows were glassless and clear; so open that the trees extended branches into the room, and birds flew freely through. The stars shone brightly down on them as they made love, the sky smiling and twinkling through her tears. Oh my dearest, she whispered, yes, it was a beautiful sight. If only your peace were real.
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