the game motorhead
Title: Diplomacy Part 12
Author: Arisma
Rating: R Disclaimer: To the tune of Leslie Gore, "You don't own me"- I don't own it, don't try to claim it in any way. I don't own it, don't hunt me down cause I'll never pay! . Feedback: chalice_nazarene@hotmail.com
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Legolas pushed at the window and smiled as it swung silently inward. He gave silent thanks to the small dark haired lad for his assistance. The boy had brought his supper and the elf had enlisted his aid in this little endeavor. It was deceptively easy for a servant to move in ways Legolas never could.
He swung his leg over the casing and ease onto the carpet, his feet sinking deeply into the plush weave. He crouched low as the moonlight spilled in, moving swiftly and silently across the room. He brushed his fingers over the silken hangings as he waited, hunched by the bed. He didn't have to wait long.
The door swung open and a swirl of movement could be heard. He heard her gasp, "Bastard!" and a dry male chuckle before a loud slam and a distinctive click. Peering around the end of the bed he saw her standing in front of the door, fists clenched, facing away from him. They were alone and so he stood, edging towards her. With blinding speed he wrapped a hand around her mouth, silencing her startled exclamation.
"Rhya, it's me, Legolas, calm yourself." He whispered, pressing his lips to her ear.
He felt her droop in his grasp and knew she understood. He held her just a moment longer before releasing her. She remained facing away from him her voice soft. "You shouldn't be here. . . you should go."
"Go? Rhya, enough of this!" he felt his ire rise, unwilling to continue thier intricate dance with so much at stake. In his anger he spun her to face him. . . and felt anger swell. Gently he brushed his fingertips over her eye, swollen and blackened. "Who did this?" he asked softly, gently.
"Legolas, please, just go. You shouldn't be here." Her voice shook as she spoke and he felt his heart break.
"I'm not going anywhere, Rhya. We have a window of time. . . we are in no danger. Please. . . don't turn me away." His voice was soft, almost desperate in its longing.
She raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, her fingers trembling. "I love you.' She said softly, "But you need to go, you can't be here, not now." He saw dread in her eyes and realized suddenly that she didn't B want /B him to go.
"Rhya, what is it, what's going to happen?" his voice was gentle and he cringed as she flinched. "Love, what is it?"
"Don't ask me to tell what you shouldn't know, please, Legolas." Her voice was tiny, he barely recognized it as the self assured warrior he had once known. He searched desperately for something to say but she spoke first, tears standing in her eyes, "Please go! Ask me no more and go!"
He nodded once and turned, crossing to the window. As he swung it open he heard soft laughter, the clink of metal on metal. "Guards. . ." he hissed, watching as her face began to crumple. He closed the panes and looked at her, tears streaming down her face.
Footsteps sounded in the hall outside and she suddenly paled, grippign his arm and speaking low, "In here." shoving him into her armoire, leaning in to speak to him, "Promise me something, no matter what happens, do not interfere. Promise me, Legolas!" her voice was an urgent whisper, and he could see the desperation in her eyes. "Please!" she repeated.
"I swear." He managed to say, his throat dry and aching. She smiled a small bitter smile and swung the doors closed. She shoved the desk over, pressing it against the doors, effectively blocking him in. He was startled to realize he could see through the fine mesh that screened the doors, and unable to do anything else he crouched and watched.
She settled on the bed, casting the occasionally anxious glance towards his hiding spot, tensing when the door was unlocked and swung open. Legolas had to bite back a gasp as Jaren entered, his face twisted with a smug smile, his eyes glittering in the dim light. She stood immediately and swung at his face, a right handed blow that would have been devastating. . . if it had gotten anywhere near his face.
Instead she called out and sunk to the floor, her teeth snapping shut and a whimper escaping her throat. Jaren leaned and lifted her, almost tenderly. You should know better I princess /I . . . he chuckled, carrying her and laying her onto the bed. "Your geas follows Lord Mondanes will, and this is it. Now calm yourself, I can wait."
Legolas ground his teeth in utter frustration, knowing action would be futile and more than merely harmful to the both of them. He watched as Rhya sat up, her face pale but composed and stood. "Good, very good." Said Jaren, smiling. "Tonight, you are mine." He said, his eyes narrowed.
Rhya took a step backwards, her face angry and defiant. "I don't know the price you paid, and I don't care. I know what must happen, but I want you to know, that though you may take this body, it will never be me." Her voice was soft, and the pride in it ripped into Legolas like a dagger.
Jaren smiled and walked closer, placing a hand lightly behind her head. He twined his fingers into her hair and jerked her head backwards. Leaning he drew his tongue up the length of her neck, a low moan escaping him. "Close enough." He said and shoved her roughly against the desk.
He kissed and pawed at her, leaving her lips bruised and swollen, before finally turning her over, pressing her against the desk. Her eyes met Legolas' a silent plea evident until Jaren again reached forward and yanked her head backwards, lifting her dress and settling behind her. With a low grunt he shoved forward, knocking her into the desk smiling she bit her lip and cried out.
His eyes seemed to gleam as he moved against her, shoving into her roughly, enjoying the small sounds of pain she occasionally emitted. Outraged beyond reason, Legolas pushed against the mesh with his palms, meaning to sunder it and kill the foul man.
Before he could push through though, small hands met his, placed against his with only a thin sheen of metal between. She raised her head and met his eyes, blood running slowly from her lip, her eyes pleading. "No. . . please." she said softly, her voice quaking.
Thinking she spoke to him Jaren laughed and slammed forward harder, drawing her hips back against him at the same time. "Oh yes. . . yes!" He cried, exultant, falling forward against her, shuddering. Rhya remained still, her hands pressed to Legolas', gently pushing them back, until they would remain unseen.
Jaren stood and slowly Rhya did the same, turning her back to Legolas and meeting her attackers stare. For a moment he looked shocked, btu quickly planted a superior smile. "Not so haughty now, are you?" he asked and quickly left the room. The door swung shut with a loud bang, meeting the utter silence that remained in its wake.
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A/N-
Okay, here we go. Sorry it took so long, that rl thing, a sick baby precludes internet time.
Just to clarify, none of the people they have met since they were taken have been elven. I reread and that was never specified, though implied. Elves are not entirely good, just like any creatures, some are less then perfect. But the vast majority are firmly in the sun.
This chapter has been changed a little. My original description of the rape was more graphic, but I am assured this still gets the trauma across. I hope so. Its not supposed to be about wine and roses in this part.
Just a quick kadoodle- this story is going to get lighter. It's kind of a see how the diamond sparkles when put against ultra black velvet kind of thing.
I'm sorry if some of you are angry, it can't be helped.
As always let me know what you think, what you want to see happen. It may well change the next chapter, which, btw, has NOT been written yet.
Peace to all
~Arisma~
*-*-*-*-* I am not a leader of men since I prefer to follow, Do you think I can have a drink since it's so hard to swallow.
Nickelback, leader of men.
Title: Diplomacy Part 12
Author: Arisma
Rating: R Disclaimer: To the tune of Leslie Gore, "You don't own me"- I don't own it, don't try to claim it in any way. I don't own it, don't hunt me down cause I'll never pay! . Feedback: chalice_nazarene@hotmail.com
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Legolas pushed at the window and smiled as it swung silently inward. He gave silent thanks to the small dark haired lad for his assistance. The boy had brought his supper and the elf had enlisted his aid in this little endeavor. It was deceptively easy for a servant to move in ways Legolas never could.
He swung his leg over the casing and ease onto the carpet, his feet sinking deeply into the plush weave. He crouched low as the moonlight spilled in, moving swiftly and silently across the room. He brushed his fingers over the silken hangings as he waited, hunched by the bed. He didn't have to wait long.
The door swung open and a swirl of movement could be heard. He heard her gasp, "Bastard!" and a dry male chuckle before a loud slam and a distinctive click. Peering around the end of the bed he saw her standing in front of the door, fists clenched, facing away from him. They were alone and so he stood, edging towards her. With blinding speed he wrapped a hand around her mouth, silencing her startled exclamation.
"Rhya, it's me, Legolas, calm yourself." He whispered, pressing his lips to her ear.
He felt her droop in his grasp and knew she understood. He held her just a moment longer before releasing her. She remained facing away from him her voice soft. "You shouldn't be here. . . you should go."
"Go? Rhya, enough of this!" he felt his ire rise, unwilling to continue thier intricate dance with so much at stake. In his anger he spun her to face him. . . and felt anger swell. Gently he brushed his fingertips over her eye, swollen and blackened. "Who did this?" he asked softly, gently.
"Legolas, please, just go. You shouldn't be here." Her voice shook as she spoke and he felt his heart break.
"I'm not going anywhere, Rhya. We have a window of time. . . we are in no danger. Please. . . don't turn me away." His voice was soft, almost desperate in its longing.
She raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, her fingers trembling. "I love you.' She said softly, "But you need to go, you can't be here, not now." He saw dread in her eyes and realized suddenly that she didn't B want /B him to go.
"Rhya, what is it, what's going to happen?" his voice was gentle and he cringed as she flinched. "Love, what is it?"
"Don't ask me to tell what you shouldn't know, please, Legolas." Her voice was tiny, he barely recognized it as the self assured warrior he had once known. He searched desperately for something to say but she spoke first, tears standing in her eyes, "Please go! Ask me no more and go!"
He nodded once and turned, crossing to the window. As he swung it open he heard soft laughter, the clink of metal on metal. "Guards. . ." he hissed, watching as her face began to crumple. He closed the panes and looked at her, tears streaming down her face.
Footsteps sounded in the hall outside and she suddenly paled, grippign his arm and speaking low, "In here." shoving him into her armoire, leaning in to speak to him, "Promise me something, no matter what happens, do not interfere. Promise me, Legolas!" her voice was an urgent whisper, and he could see the desperation in her eyes. "Please!" she repeated.
"I swear." He managed to say, his throat dry and aching. She smiled a small bitter smile and swung the doors closed. She shoved the desk over, pressing it against the doors, effectively blocking him in. He was startled to realize he could see through the fine mesh that screened the doors, and unable to do anything else he crouched and watched.
She settled on the bed, casting the occasionally anxious glance towards his hiding spot, tensing when the door was unlocked and swung open. Legolas had to bite back a gasp as Jaren entered, his face twisted with a smug smile, his eyes glittering in the dim light. She stood immediately and swung at his face, a right handed blow that would have been devastating. . . if it had gotten anywhere near his face.
Instead she called out and sunk to the floor, her teeth snapping shut and a whimper escaping her throat. Jaren leaned and lifted her, almost tenderly. You should know better I princess /I . . . he chuckled, carrying her and laying her onto the bed. "Your geas follows Lord Mondanes will, and this is it. Now calm yourself, I can wait."
Legolas ground his teeth in utter frustration, knowing action would be futile and more than merely harmful to the both of them. He watched as Rhya sat up, her face pale but composed and stood. "Good, very good." Said Jaren, smiling. "Tonight, you are mine." He said, his eyes narrowed.
Rhya took a step backwards, her face angry and defiant. "I don't know the price you paid, and I don't care. I know what must happen, but I want you to know, that though you may take this body, it will never be me." Her voice was soft, and the pride in it ripped into Legolas like a dagger.
Jaren smiled and walked closer, placing a hand lightly behind her head. He twined his fingers into her hair and jerked her head backwards. Leaning he drew his tongue up the length of her neck, a low moan escaping him. "Close enough." He said and shoved her roughly against the desk.
He kissed and pawed at her, leaving her lips bruised and swollen, before finally turning her over, pressing her against the desk. Her eyes met Legolas' a silent plea evident until Jaren again reached forward and yanked her head backwards, lifting her dress and settling behind her. With a low grunt he shoved forward, knocking her into the desk smiling she bit her lip and cried out.
His eyes seemed to gleam as he moved against her, shoving into her roughly, enjoying the small sounds of pain she occasionally emitted. Outraged beyond reason, Legolas pushed against the mesh with his palms, meaning to sunder it and kill the foul man.
Before he could push through though, small hands met his, placed against his with only a thin sheen of metal between. She raised her head and met his eyes, blood running slowly from her lip, her eyes pleading. "No. . . please." she said softly, her voice quaking.
Thinking she spoke to him Jaren laughed and slammed forward harder, drawing her hips back against him at the same time. "Oh yes. . . yes!" He cried, exultant, falling forward against her, shuddering. Rhya remained still, her hands pressed to Legolas', gently pushing them back, until they would remain unseen.
Jaren stood and slowly Rhya did the same, turning her back to Legolas and meeting her attackers stare. For a moment he looked shocked, btu quickly planted a superior smile. "Not so haughty now, are you?" he asked and quickly left the room. The door swung shut with a loud bang, meeting the utter silence that remained in its wake.
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A/N-
Okay, here we go. Sorry it took so long, that rl thing, a sick baby precludes internet time.
Just to clarify, none of the people they have met since they were taken have been elven. I reread and that was never specified, though implied. Elves are not entirely good, just like any creatures, some are less then perfect. But the vast majority are firmly in the sun.
This chapter has been changed a little. My original description of the rape was more graphic, but I am assured this still gets the trauma across. I hope so. Its not supposed to be about wine and roses in this part.
Just a quick kadoodle- this story is going to get lighter. It's kind of a see how the diamond sparkles when put against ultra black velvet kind of thing.
I'm sorry if some of you are angry, it can't be helped.
As always let me know what you think, what you want to see happen. It may well change the next chapter, which, btw, has NOT been written yet.
Peace to all
~Arisma~
*-*-*-*-* I am not a leader of men since I prefer to follow, Do you think I can have a drink since it's so hard to swallow.
Nickelback, leader of men.