This chapter focuses on Haemerethwen, but the next chapter will return
Legolas to story. I got this chapter up sooner than planned and I believe
that I can get in at least another chapter before the end of the week, but
we'll see how much studying I need to get in (Anatomy takes up too much
time).
Again, thanks to all who reviewed! In hopes to maintain these reviewers, I will respond to them at this point (if this upsets some, let me know and I will not continue):
N.I.: you mentioned that I was detached in chapter twelve in the aspect of point of view. May I ask why, because I am not quite sure what you mean by this. (By the way, does N.I. stand for Night Interlude, or is that a totally different reviewer? In case it is, I'll direct my response in that manner.)
Night Interlude: I am glad that you like Thrakdreg! It is hard to create an enemy with a personality, but hopefully this chapter will introduce more of a personality to the character.
CylentWind: I love reviewers like you! Thank you so much for offering me so much to work with. I am glad that you like my work and I hope this chapter will continue to please you!
To all those who read this chapter, please respond! I greatly desire to know of your opinion of this sequence because I highly doubt its worth. This is a Mary-Sue chapter in that breaches upon a "troubled past." Please let me know if you think that I Thrakdreg or Haemerethwen seem in-character and the entire dialogue and events are not completely stretched. I really like receiving at least five reviews from the past two chapters, so don't let me down! Thanks!!
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ELVISH DIALOGUE: Ias bennich: Where did you go? / ú-'erin veleth lîn: do I not also have your love / Gerich veleth nîn: You have my love
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Haemerethwen's eyes instantly opened at a blood-curdling scream early in the morning. Quickly glancing the area, she soon witnessed an Orc being repeatedly stabbed in the chest by a fellow Orc sitting on top of him. The tortured Orc was shrieking loudly and flailing around to try and escape the grip that the other Orc powerfully held upon him. With blood flowing out of its chest and mouth, it valiantly continued to survive, but with a quick slice to its neck, its struggles were cut short. The other Orc wiped its blade off with his sleeve and then slowly stood up. After looking around at the others surrounding him, he stated something and then quickly walked off. Moments later, other Orcs grabbed the bloody body and threw it into the nearby woods, forgetting the entire incidence.
Haemerethwen's mind was reeling in the confusion due to the entire sequence. She could not understand how one creature could so easily murder its companion and how the witnesses could immediately ignore it. She was horrified; closing her eyes, she tried to still her trembling body and pounding heart that contributed to the confusion stirring within her. She tried to focus less on the outside world that contained such threats and instead glance within herself and concentrate upon the beating of heart, reminding her that there was still structure within such a disturbed reality.
Soon, her heart was convinced to calm down and Haemerethwen felt immense relief as her body began to somewhat recuperate. Still, she was flawed by the inflictions caused by the Orcs. Her lips were crusted over with blood, but already her self-healing ability was allowing her to be able to talk more efficiently. Her shoulder wounds were still not healing, however; she had deduced that the Orcs' blades were poisoned with a different version of their original toxin: this newer type worked slower upon the body and did not allow it to heal, causing the afflicted to gradually suffer and eventually die in anguish. Haemerethwen's stealth was valiantly trying to withhold the poisonous effects, but already she felt sluggish and an increasing pain in her open wounds.
Worse of all, she felt the accumulating fear caused by Thrakdreg, her one true enemy. She opened her eyes slowly and searched for him within the crowd of Orcs. She found him talking to another Orc who was nodding his head in agreement. She could not understand what they were speaking, but she grew afraid when the other Orc glanced over at her and sinisterly smiled at her. Clenching her jaw, she refused to appear fearful in the presence of the sordid creatures, especially the one who now looked at her with a repelling gaze.
'Why must this be?' she asked herself within her mind as she watched Thrakdreg give one last command before walking towards her. Her heart again ached for release; her mind relentlessly remembered Legolas and, although she continuously attempted to deny it, she felt a hint that suggested his survival. Her dreams were filled with memories of him and it guaranteed her the strength she desperately needed. Through all the anguish forced upon her body, her mind still reveled in the delight of those she thought most highly of.
Thrakdreg appeared less threatening than the night before and Haemerethwen decided that perhaps now was the best time to bring up the past. 'I am alone now,' she answered to herself, 'And my survival may stem from my own previous trials.' When he looked forward towards her, she subtly allowed her eyes to plead with him. Perhaps the past would prove useful, but she realized that her past attempts to seduce his estranged mind failed, rendering her caught in a more obscene game.
"Why plead you so?" he quietly asked when he stood in front of her. His eyes showed slight surprise in her uncommon gesture and even his question seemed concerned. Haemerethwen let herself smile within; perhaps she could spark a change within him.
"I do not understand," she answered slowly and quietly; both her lips and her throat ached.
"Understand what?" he asked, his eyebrows knotted. Suspicion showed among his face, proving that she will have to dedicate an immense amount of thought to break his thoughts and return him to the past.
"What happened to you," she replied in a shaky voice. She swallowed and tried to wet her parched throat, sparing her time as well to control her racing heart. 'Remain calm,' she thought, 'Or else this will not succeed.' She tried to smile at him, but her lips hurt too much. "You disappeared and then. . . and then. . . this." He looked away, apparently ashamed of himself.
"Ias bennich, Erlaithion?" she whispered when he did not respond. He recoiled from her when she mentioned his Elven name and a temporary weakness showed within his eyes. She continued to peer at him, her eyes offering concern. He peered at her and swallowed, fear showing within his facial expression. He was unsure if he should reveal the past, but perhaps in retelling the past she would more easily give herself to him.
"I was hiding within the trees," he began sorrowfully, "Waiting for your precious return from the borders. You had been patrolling for a month and when told of your return to the city, I decided to surprise you from the woods. Do you remember that day?"
"Aye, I remember," she answered, pity suddenly stirring within her, but she quickly shoved it away. She would not allow such weak emotions to reign at such a desperate time. He paused and looked at her.
"It was such a beautiful day: the sun's warming gaze spread across the entire country and even sitting within the comforting branches of the trees I could not escape its view. Closing my eyes and soaking in its plentitude of rays, I waited for you, Haemerethwen," he stated, bringing up his dirty hand to her blood stained face. "Soon I heard the thundering of horses' hooves and I quickly mistook it to be the return of the guards; however, the tree began to shake on the arrival of the horses and I had to sturdily grip upon the trunk of the trembling being. I felt an onrush of evil approaching me and was almost overwhelmed with the strength it forced upon the land as it drew closer. I hid within the leaves to escape its presence and soon I stared in fear as hordes of black soldiers on foot and horse rushed past my tree.
"I thought I had escaped the attention of the beings, but I was mistaken. I heard a majestic voice call out into the air and all the creatures instantly stopped. I ducked further into the leaves when I heard the voice speak out to the hundreds of evil beings, but then I felt the tree shake violently. Glancing down, I saw the creatures deftly climbing up the tree towards me. Fearing the worst, I stood up and began to walk as swiftly as I could to another tree to escape the beings, but then I realized that the black creatures were climbing up the trees surrounding mine. I was trapped.
"Pulling out my bow and arrow, I began to take aim against the threatening beings, but in doing so I gave away my position to those on the ground. I was immediately shot at by archers upon the ground and an arrow skimmed my right arm, causing me to slightly lose my balance upon the branch. A second arrow then caught me in the left side of my abdomen and I fell backwards off the branch. When I hit the ground, I was knocked unconscious." He stopped here and looked at her anxiously with his black eyes. Haemerethwen silently peered at the creature standing in front of her, hardly believing that it was once an Elf. He shared no common features of his once handsome face: the once flawless skin now thick, blackened and leathery and containing numerous piercings along the scar running from his forehead to the back of his head. The flowing brown hair now replaced with a shaven head and his gorgeous green eyes now turned to black. Only his ears were a reminder of his past, but still sickeningly belonging in the present with its many piercings. She again stifled the sympathy that ached to be released, knowing that this was not Erlaithion and never would be again. If she revealed such hidden emotions, he would surely utilize it to strike her down.
"I shall spare you the information of my transformation, but I must admit that my survival is attributed to my constant thoughts of you, Haemerethwen. In the midst of so much pain, my heart could still find sanctuary within the memory of your smile and even my tortured screams could be deafened by your flowing laughter." He smiled as he became caught in his past, but then he quickly stifled it. "However, I soon forgot about the past and its pleasures. It became replaced with the slaughtering of many and the thrill that accompanied it. The smell of blood, no, the taste of it! Ah, it quickly rendered my mind silent to what remained hidden inside. To rip flesh from the bone of an ignorant human and hear the beautiful screams of all those that watched, knowing that soon they would be succumbing to the same agonizing death. Pure bliss is the ability to annihilate others.
"Then we raided the outskirts of Mithlond in an attempt to find more flesh to taste, but we were unsuccessful. I escaped from the murdering of my companions, but I was followed by four determined Elven guards, who believed I was the sole remaining Orc. I led them to the rest of my party and they were soon murdered; except for one." He stopped here and peered at her, a sinister look growing upon his face. Haemerethwen paled when he stepped closer to her, but tried to remain calm. "I had found you once more, although at first I did not remember. However, upon hearing your melodious voice, I was reminded of a time when the sun was warm and welcomed. I had finally found you." He moved in closer and before he could place his hands upon her, she quickly asked:
"Erlaithion, ú-'erin veleth lîn?" He again pushed away from her in his old name, but this time not as strongly. He looked at her in pain; her speaking of his name again brought him back into slightly desiring the past. Now he no longer allowed his carnal emotions to run amuck as he strained to remember his Elven identity and rebuke his present characteristics. She silently peered at him and pained at the thought that this once brutal figure was her lover. Yet, no longer did she desire him as she had before and never again would her heart flutter at his touch.
"Gerich veleth nîn," he slowly answered, suspicion showing slightly within his reply.
"Then let me go," she passionately whispered, her eyes again pleading with him, "You do not desire to harm me, Erlaithion; let me be." He closed his eyes and swallowed.
"I cannot," he answered, a slight maliciousness sliding off his tongue.
"Why?" she asked fearfully. She hoped that the disgusting being had not caught onto her mind game, but with his subtle change of facial expression and attitude, she feared that his past was forever forgotten. He opened his eyes and peered at her.
"We were never one," he answered, opening his eyes and staring at her, "We were to be bound to one another and I will not allow any other to contain you. You were first mine." He sinisterly smiled at her and Haemerethwen struggled to keep her composure. 'He realizes,' she thought to herself.
"You cannot live in the past," she answered, attempting to stifle the evilness that was now portrayed upon his face.
"No?" he angrily answered with his eyes suddenly flashing with animosity, "Then why do you suddenly relive it? You are as corrupted as I, filthy Elf. Did you think that I would not catch onto your game? Bringing up the past to distort my thoughts, to try and subtly force me to release you. Never!" He clenched and re-clenched his fists as he stared at her in anger. She swallowed, realizing that her effort was now backfiring.
"Let me be," she again whispered, trying to calm him. He then backhanded her forcefully, snapping her neck to the side and causing her sight to blur in the force of the impact. She gasped out in the suddenness of the entire act and continued to blink her eyes in an effort to regain her sight.
"My impassioned moans will no longer be repressed and, eternally bound, I will forever be welcomed to entertain myself," she heard him sickeningly whisper to himself, apparently believing that he had rendered her unconscious by the attack. She softly moaned as the blood accumulated in her mouth and then flowed over her lips. Trying to spit out the blood, she whispered:
"Deny me this deadly pain, Elbereth, as I become witness to how corruption persuades." Thrakdreg then raised her chin upwards, but she could only see the faint outlines of his face.
"None other shall gain you," he stated.
"Legolas shall," she whispered, allowing her frustration in her failure to become portrayed. Thrakdreg screamed in fury and grabbed onto her throat, tightening his grip until she could no longer breathe.
"Ingrateful, impudent Elf! How dare you speak of another in my presence?" She heard him unsheathe his blade, but instead of feeling it upon her flesh, she heard it cutting through the ropes attached to her wrist and legs. Immediately, she fell forward when she was released and hit the ground with a thud. She gasped as she felt the blade in her shoulder sink farther into her flesh, but soon the hands upon her arms and legs caused to her to focus on what they were going to do to her.
They dropped her face down onto the dirt, the blade again ripping her flesh more. She grimaced as she felt more hands pushing her body into the ground and grabbing onto her, making sure that she would not be able to escape. She growled as she struggled to escape, but a sharp kick to the ribs temporarily suppressed her struggles. Then she heard the rip of her shirt and she doubled her attempts to escape, knowing what was planned for her.
"Erlaithion, please!" she yelled to him, hoping to quell his raging anger. However, she heard the crack of the whip and a sudden, intense pain scorching from her upper back. She silently cried out from the attack that cut deeply into her flesh, but she clenched her teeth and prepared for the next act. Immediately, it came and she felt the agony of the searing pain caused by the whip. Thrakdreg continued to whip her until she no longer struggled against the hands that grabbed hold of her, in total about fifteen lashes. The blood was rolling down her back and her entire back burned from the violence wreaked upon it. She felt nauseous from the entire incidence, but refused to show her pain to those that watched her.
"I shall never be yours," she whispered, and again began to struggle against those that held her down.
"Through pain, you will always be mine," he stated. She stopped struggling slightly when he did not again attack with the whip, but when she heard the snicker of a nearby Orc, she prepared herself for another lash. However, it was not a lash that she received.
"Can you hear the Sea calling you; it swiftly beckons you thither. Yet, now you are within my grasps and never shall it disturb. For all eternity, I will replace your devout yearning," he sinisterly whispered as he slowly poured salt water upon her bleeding back. She tried to repress the cry building up within her as the water seeped and burned into her flesh, but when she felt hands rubbing it into her seared flesh, she slowly and silently began to cry out in pain, but soon stopped it. She clenched her eyes and tried to focus on a different time, but as she felt another lash upon her shoulder and the blood mix in with the water, the pain was too strong to escape.
Moments later, the hands dragged her back to the tree and tied her tight to the tree, causing her ripped flesh to rub against the rough bark of the tree. Again, she grimaced in pain, but the sudden movement of her standing up mixed with the intense pain soaring through her body caused her mind to drift from reality and again release itself into blackness.
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When I mention "lover" above, I mean it to describe a relationship where there was love between them, but not necessarily the physical act of love.
Again, thanks to all who reviewed! In hopes to maintain these reviewers, I will respond to them at this point (if this upsets some, let me know and I will not continue):
N.I.: you mentioned that I was detached in chapter twelve in the aspect of point of view. May I ask why, because I am not quite sure what you mean by this. (By the way, does N.I. stand for Night Interlude, or is that a totally different reviewer? In case it is, I'll direct my response in that manner.)
Night Interlude: I am glad that you like Thrakdreg! It is hard to create an enemy with a personality, but hopefully this chapter will introduce more of a personality to the character.
CylentWind: I love reviewers like you! Thank you so much for offering me so much to work with. I am glad that you like my work and I hope this chapter will continue to please you!
To all those who read this chapter, please respond! I greatly desire to know of your opinion of this sequence because I highly doubt its worth. This is a Mary-Sue chapter in that breaches upon a "troubled past." Please let me know if you think that I Thrakdreg or Haemerethwen seem in-character and the entire dialogue and events are not completely stretched. I really like receiving at least five reviews from the past two chapters, so don't let me down! Thanks!!
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ELVISH DIALOGUE: Ias bennich: Where did you go? / ú-'erin veleth lîn: do I not also have your love / Gerich veleth nîn: You have my love
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Haemerethwen's eyes instantly opened at a blood-curdling scream early in the morning. Quickly glancing the area, she soon witnessed an Orc being repeatedly stabbed in the chest by a fellow Orc sitting on top of him. The tortured Orc was shrieking loudly and flailing around to try and escape the grip that the other Orc powerfully held upon him. With blood flowing out of its chest and mouth, it valiantly continued to survive, but with a quick slice to its neck, its struggles were cut short. The other Orc wiped its blade off with his sleeve and then slowly stood up. After looking around at the others surrounding him, he stated something and then quickly walked off. Moments later, other Orcs grabbed the bloody body and threw it into the nearby woods, forgetting the entire incidence.
Haemerethwen's mind was reeling in the confusion due to the entire sequence. She could not understand how one creature could so easily murder its companion and how the witnesses could immediately ignore it. She was horrified; closing her eyes, she tried to still her trembling body and pounding heart that contributed to the confusion stirring within her. She tried to focus less on the outside world that contained such threats and instead glance within herself and concentrate upon the beating of heart, reminding her that there was still structure within such a disturbed reality.
Soon, her heart was convinced to calm down and Haemerethwen felt immense relief as her body began to somewhat recuperate. Still, she was flawed by the inflictions caused by the Orcs. Her lips were crusted over with blood, but already her self-healing ability was allowing her to be able to talk more efficiently. Her shoulder wounds were still not healing, however; she had deduced that the Orcs' blades were poisoned with a different version of their original toxin: this newer type worked slower upon the body and did not allow it to heal, causing the afflicted to gradually suffer and eventually die in anguish. Haemerethwen's stealth was valiantly trying to withhold the poisonous effects, but already she felt sluggish and an increasing pain in her open wounds.
Worse of all, she felt the accumulating fear caused by Thrakdreg, her one true enemy. She opened her eyes slowly and searched for him within the crowd of Orcs. She found him talking to another Orc who was nodding his head in agreement. She could not understand what they were speaking, but she grew afraid when the other Orc glanced over at her and sinisterly smiled at her. Clenching her jaw, she refused to appear fearful in the presence of the sordid creatures, especially the one who now looked at her with a repelling gaze.
'Why must this be?' she asked herself within her mind as she watched Thrakdreg give one last command before walking towards her. Her heart again ached for release; her mind relentlessly remembered Legolas and, although she continuously attempted to deny it, she felt a hint that suggested his survival. Her dreams were filled with memories of him and it guaranteed her the strength she desperately needed. Through all the anguish forced upon her body, her mind still reveled in the delight of those she thought most highly of.
Thrakdreg appeared less threatening than the night before and Haemerethwen decided that perhaps now was the best time to bring up the past. 'I am alone now,' she answered to herself, 'And my survival may stem from my own previous trials.' When he looked forward towards her, she subtly allowed her eyes to plead with him. Perhaps the past would prove useful, but she realized that her past attempts to seduce his estranged mind failed, rendering her caught in a more obscene game.
"Why plead you so?" he quietly asked when he stood in front of her. His eyes showed slight surprise in her uncommon gesture and even his question seemed concerned. Haemerethwen let herself smile within; perhaps she could spark a change within him.
"I do not understand," she answered slowly and quietly; both her lips and her throat ached.
"Understand what?" he asked, his eyebrows knotted. Suspicion showed among his face, proving that she will have to dedicate an immense amount of thought to break his thoughts and return him to the past.
"What happened to you," she replied in a shaky voice. She swallowed and tried to wet her parched throat, sparing her time as well to control her racing heart. 'Remain calm,' she thought, 'Or else this will not succeed.' She tried to smile at him, but her lips hurt too much. "You disappeared and then. . . and then. . . this." He looked away, apparently ashamed of himself.
"Ias bennich, Erlaithion?" she whispered when he did not respond. He recoiled from her when she mentioned his Elven name and a temporary weakness showed within his eyes. She continued to peer at him, her eyes offering concern. He peered at her and swallowed, fear showing within his facial expression. He was unsure if he should reveal the past, but perhaps in retelling the past she would more easily give herself to him.
"I was hiding within the trees," he began sorrowfully, "Waiting for your precious return from the borders. You had been patrolling for a month and when told of your return to the city, I decided to surprise you from the woods. Do you remember that day?"
"Aye, I remember," she answered, pity suddenly stirring within her, but she quickly shoved it away. She would not allow such weak emotions to reign at such a desperate time. He paused and looked at her.
"It was such a beautiful day: the sun's warming gaze spread across the entire country and even sitting within the comforting branches of the trees I could not escape its view. Closing my eyes and soaking in its plentitude of rays, I waited for you, Haemerethwen," he stated, bringing up his dirty hand to her blood stained face. "Soon I heard the thundering of horses' hooves and I quickly mistook it to be the return of the guards; however, the tree began to shake on the arrival of the horses and I had to sturdily grip upon the trunk of the trembling being. I felt an onrush of evil approaching me and was almost overwhelmed with the strength it forced upon the land as it drew closer. I hid within the leaves to escape its presence and soon I stared in fear as hordes of black soldiers on foot and horse rushed past my tree.
"I thought I had escaped the attention of the beings, but I was mistaken. I heard a majestic voice call out into the air and all the creatures instantly stopped. I ducked further into the leaves when I heard the voice speak out to the hundreds of evil beings, but then I felt the tree shake violently. Glancing down, I saw the creatures deftly climbing up the tree towards me. Fearing the worst, I stood up and began to walk as swiftly as I could to another tree to escape the beings, but then I realized that the black creatures were climbing up the trees surrounding mine. I was trapped.
"Pulling out my bow and arrow, I began to take aim against the threatening beings, but in doing so I gave away my position to those on the ground. I was immediately shot at by archers upon the ground and an arrow skimmed my right arm, causing me to slightly lose my balance upon the branch. A second arrow then caught me in the left side of my abdomen and I fell backwards off the branch. When I hit the ground, I was knocked unconscious." He stopped here and looked at her anxiously with his black eyes. Haemerethwen silently peered at the creature standing in front of her, hardly believing that it was once an Elf. He shared no common features of his once handsome face: the once flawless skin now thick, blackened and leathery and containing numerous piercings along the scar running from his forehead to the back of his head. The flowing brown hair now replaced with a shaven head and his gorgeous green eyes now turned to black. Only his ears were a reminder of his past, but still sickeningly belonging in the present with its many piercings. She again stifled the sympathy that ached to be released, knowing that this was not Erlaithion and never would be again. If she revealed such hidden emotions, he would surely utilize it to strike her down.
"I shall spare you the information of my transformation, but I must admit that my survival is attributed to my constant thoughts of you, Haemerethwen. In the midst of so much pain, my heart could still find sanctuary within the memory of your smile and even my tortured screams could be deafened by your flowing laughter." He smiled as he became caught in his past, but then he quickly stifled it. "However, I soon forgot about the past and its pleasures. It became replaced with the slaughtering of many and the thrill that accompanied it. The smell of blood, no, the taste of it! Ah, it quickly rendered my mind silent to what remained hidden inside. To rip flesh from the bone of an ignorant human and hear the beautiful screams of all those that watched, knowing that soon they would be succumbing to the same agonizing death. Pure bliss is the ability to annihilate others.
"Then we raided the outskirts of Mithlond in an attempt to find more flesh to taste, but we were unsuccessful. I escaped from the murdering of my companions, but I was followed by four determined Elven guards, who believed I was the sole remaining Orc. I led them to the rest of my party and they were soon murdered; except for one." He stopped here and peered at her, a sinister look growing upon his face. Haemerethwen paled when he stepped closer to her, but tried to remain calm. "I had found you once more, although at first I did not remember. However, upon hearing your melodious voice, I was reminded of a time when the sun was warm and welcomed. I had finally found you." He moved in closer and before he could place his hands upon her, she quickly asked:
"Erlaithion, ú-'erin veleth lîn?" He again pushed away from her in his old name, but this time not as strongly. He looked at her in pain; her speaking of his name again brought him back into slightly desiring the past. Now he no longer allowed his carnal emotions to run amuck as he strained to remember his Elven identity and rebuke his present characteristics. She silently peered at him and pained at the thought that this once brutal figure was her lover. Yet, no longer did she desire him as she had before and never again would her heart flutter at his touch.
"Gerich veleth nîn," he slowly answered, suspicion showing slightly within his reply.
"Then let me go," she passionately whispered, her eyes again pleading with him, "You do not desire to harm me, Erlaithion; let me be." He closed his eyes and swallowed.
"I cannot," he answered, a slight maliciousness sliding off his tongue.
"Why?" she asked fearfully. She hoped that the disgusting being had not caught onto her mind game, but with his subtle change of facial expression and attitude, she feared that his past was forever forgotten. He opened his eyes and peered at her.
"We were never one," he answered, opening his eyes and staring at her, "We were to be bound to one another and I will not allow any other to contain you. You were first mine." He sinisterly smiled at her and Haemerethwen struggled to keep her composure. 'He realizes,' she thought to herself.
"You cannot live in the past," she answered, attempting to stifle the evilness that was now portrayed upon his face.
"No?" he angrily answered with his eyes suddenly flashing with animosity, "Then why do you suddenly relive it? You are as corrupted as I, filthy Elf. Did you think that I would not catch onto your game? Bringing up the past to distort my thoughts, to try and subtly force me to release you. Never!" He clenched and re-clenched his fists as he stared at her in anger. She swallowed, realizing that her effort was now backfiring.
"Let me be," she again whispered, trying to calm him. He then backhanded her forcefully, snapping her neck to the side and causing her sight to blur in the force of the impact. She gasped out in the suddenness of the entire act and continued to blink her eyes in an effort to regain her sight.
"My impassioned moans will no longer be repressed and, eternally bound, I will forever be welcomed to entertain myself," she heard him sickeningly whisper to himself, apparently believing that he had rendered her unconscious by the attack. She softly moaned as the blood accumulated in her mouth and then flowed over her lips. Trying to spit out the blood, she whispered:
"Deny me this deadly pain, Elbereth, as I become witness to how corruption persuades." Thrakdreg then raised her chin upwards, but she could only see the faint outlines of his face.
"None other shall gain you," he stated.
"Legolas shall," she whispered, allowing her frustration in her failure to become portrayed. Thrakdreg screamed in fury and grabbed onto her throat, tightening his grip until she could no longer breathe.
"Ingrateful, impudent Elf! How dare you speak of another in my presence?" She heard him unsheathe his blade, but instead of feeling it upon her flesh, she heard it cutting through the ropes attached to her wrist and legs. Immediately, she fell forward when she was released and hit the ground with a thud. She gasped as she felt the blade in her shoulder sink farther into her flesh, but soon the hands upon her arms and legs caused to her to focus on what they were going to do to her.
They dropped her face down onto the dirt, the blade again ripping her flesh more. She grimaced as she felt more hands pushing her body into the ground and grabbing onto her, making sure that she would not be able to escape. She growled as she struggled to escape, but a sharp kick to the ribs temporarily suppressed her struggles. Then she heard the rip of her shirt and she doubled her attempts to escape, knowing what was planned for her.
"Erlaithion, please!" she yelled to him, hoping to quell his raging anger. However, she heard the crack of the whip and a sudden, intense pain scorching from her upper back. She silently cried out from the attack that cut deeply into her flesh, but she clenched her teeth and prepared for the next act. Immediately, it came and she felt the agony of the searing pain caused by the whip. Thrakdreg continued to whip her until she no longer struggled against the hands that grabbed hold of her, in total about fifteen lashes. The blood was rolling down her back and her entire back burned from the violence wreaked upon it. She felt nauseous from the entire incidence, but refused to show her pain to those that watched her.
"I shall never be yours," she whispered, and again began to struggle against those that held her down.
"Through pain, you will always be mine," he stated. She stopped struggling slightly when he did not again attack with the whip, but when she heard the snicker of a nearby Orc, she prepared herself for another lash. However, it was not a lash that she received.
"Can you hear the Sea calling you; it swiftly beckons you thither. Yet, now you are within my grasps and never shall it disturb. For all eternity, I will replace your devout yearning," he sinisterly whispered as he slowly poured salt water upon her bleeding back. She tried to repress the cry building up within her as the water seeped and burned into her flesh, but when she felt hands rubbing it into her seared flesh, she slowly and silently began to cry out in pain, but soon stopped it. She clenched her eyes and tried to focus on a different time, but as she felt another lash upon her shoulder and the blood mix in with the water, the pain was too strong to escape.
Moments later, the hands dragged her back to the tree and tied her tight to the tree, causing her ripped flesh to rub against the rough bark of the tree. Again, she grimaced in pain, but the sudden movement of her standing up mixed with the intense pain soaring through her body caused her mind to drift from reality and again release itself into blackness.
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When I mention "lover" above, I mean it to describe a relationship where there was love between them, but not necessarily the physical act of love.