Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings goes bye bye because it doesn't belong to me.
Now I'm sad.
Author's Note: WARNING: A bit of slash but not as bad as last time ok? Good. I've also started a new fic called Twilight of the Elves so if you like Haldir/Legolas stuff, you should check it out. Anyways, next chapter!
We Are One
Forbidden Love
"You are broken, Guardian," a haunting voice whispered into Haldir's ear. "Surrender yourself to me. Do not torture yourself like this. Who knows? Maybe it could by a more pleasurable experience."
Haldir turned his head away from the taunting voice. He knew that they were empty lies but they were tempting all the same. He longed for his torture to be over. For the past few days, he knew nothing but pain. After the sessions, the Dark Lord would always leave his abused body hanging there in the cold dungeon with the knife there reminding him who was in control.
Haldir's magnificent body was now thin and his hair had lost its luster. The beautiful blue eyes that flashed emotions dimmed like a candle in the wind. The only thought that kept him from ending his life with his own hands was Hithiel. She was the only thing that kept him sane. The unspoken promise was enough to know that she didn't forget.
"I do not surrender so easily," Haldir said defiantly. His rich voice was raspy and filled with pain. "Take me if you desire but I won't give it."
The lips on his skin froze for a second before continuing its administrations. "And I will take you, little one, do not worry. Your words are braver than your actions," he said as he eyed his arousal.
Haldir's face flushed again. "No," he panted as felt fingers stroke it experimentally.
There was no use trying to contain the fires of his own passion as it engulfed him completely. His fingers dug into the stone as he closed his eyes. He felt his rising desire grow and he had to bite back a moan as a shudder seized him. His muscles were no longer under his control. They tightened when he had reached his climax, when he tottered along the edge of his release. He almost cried out as the hated fingers withdrew.
Sauron watched this with a wide grin upon his dark face as the warrior crumbled beneath his touch. But something nagged him. He still couldn't get into his mind. Usually the minds of his victims were the first things that would surrender, but not this Elf. Something prevented him from breaking into his mind. This angered him. He wanted to be totally in control. He wanted his playthings open to him without a will of their own.
"You're broken, Elf," he whispered again. He could feel his captive's heat radiating off his muscle bound body. His breath was coming out in short pants. "Open up to me."
He tried once again to delve into the mind of the warrior but something blocked him. He could not understand what was happening and did not yet know the power of the amulet.
Haldir shook his golden head wildly, refusing to show any more weakness.
"I see," purred the Dark Lord. "You are restless. We'll see how it is before you break."
Sauron left Haldir to his very troubled thoughts as he left the dungeon rooms, still fuming about how he wasn't able to see his mind. Why? It made no sense to him. No one could last that long unless there was magic on them but he didn't sense any on his captive. It didn't matter. Soon, he would break him completely. No one ever escaped him.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
Her mare broke into a steady trot, following the whites in front of her. Ambaril had taken Sayda, his guard along with them to find Legolas. Gwathir tossed her dark head nervously as she approached the battlegrounds. Slain orcs littered the ground and weapons were scattered. Hithiel leapt gracefully off her mount as she approached the fallen foes, her eyes darting for some clue of where Legolas was.
Ambaril, who rarely showed an interest in anything, shifted threw the corpses with a distasteful look on his face. "What's that?" asked Ambaril, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled between them.
"What?" asked Hithiel, turning her head to see what he was pointing at.
Her eyes caught a faint glitter among the dark bodies and she walked to it. She shoved aside an orc and saw an Elven sword, crafted by the Galadrim. With trembling hands, she picked the weapon up. The sword was shaped like a 'S' with intertwining vines carved on the blade. The guard had a thin sheet of gold hammered into it, giving it a soft glow. Hithiel was so entranced by the beauty of the weapon that when Ambaril walked up silently behind her, she nearly dropped the sword.
"What is it?" he asked, looking over her shoulder.
She turned around to face him with a sorrowful look in her eyes. "It's Haldir's."
To her great disgust, Ambaril broke into a grin. "So where's the body?"
Hithiel gasped and nearly beheaded the arrogant king as she swung the blade at him in her anger. Unused to the weight of the sword, she missed him by millimeters. Ambaril ducked and stepped back. He pulled out his own sword just in time to block a heavy blow to his head. "If he dies, so do I," she snarled.
Their weapons slid down near the guard, caught in a deadlock. Hithiel was weaker but her anger lent her strength. Ambaril's eyes grew wide as she pressed on even harder. "Stop!" he cried out desperately. "We'll never find Legolas like this."
Heaving, Hithiel relented and slid her blade off his with a metallic clang. 'Only for Legolas's sake,' she thought. She looked around for a sheathe to put the blade into but found none. She wouldn't dare to put the shining blade into a foul orc sheathe so finally, she took off her cloak and wrapped it around the blade so it wouldn't cut her when she handled it.
She bound the weapon to the side of her black mare before she mounted and without a word, started riding for Lothlorien. She heard the hoof beat of the King's Mearas as he followed her to the Golden Woods.
Her heart leapt to her throat as she closed in on the golden mallorn trees that only grew on Lorien and the West. The Silvan Elf felt the presence of the trees as she got nearer. Their voices spoke of sorrow and an unknown fear that spreads from the East. Several leaves shook free of their branches and the pale gold leaves drifted towards the riders as if in welcome.
Hithiel slowed her mare down to a walk as she passed into the borders of Lorien and expertly guided it towards the pavilion where most of the Elves lived. The Elves moved aside to let the Mirkwood riders through as they passed. Hithiel searched the faces of all the Elves as she passed them, trying to find either Haldir of one of his brothers.
"Hithiel!" A clear voice pierced the air and she whipped her head around towards the source.
An Elf dressed in light gray stepped forward with his hood thrown back, pale gold hair shimmering with every movement. Hithiel recognized him as Orophin, the one who got wounded. He shoved his way through the crowd towards her, not caring that he was receiving annoyed stares from all sides. "Hithiel," he shouted again.
She smiled as he reached her. She quickly dismounted and grasped his arm in warrior's greeting. "Where is Haldir?" she asked.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't seen him for three days. He wasn't at his watch post or his talan. Do you have any idea where he could be?"
Grimly, she gave him the bundle containing Haldir's sword. She watched as his expression changed from curious, to shock, to horror as he unwrapped the bundle. "Where did you get this?" he demanded, fear clouding his eyes.
"It was left on the ground, covered by an orc." She quickly explained the ambush that was laid there.
When she finished, she noticed that Orophin's features were clouded with fear. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.
"This sword was a gift from the White Lady," he said. "It was his treasure. He never lets anybody touch it. He never even let me handle it and I'm his brother. It was his most precious possession. He would never give it up. Now that it's here, it makes me think as if he's--"
"Dead?" finished Hithiel. Wordless nod. She rested a hand on his shoulder. "He is not dead. Not yet. If he were dead I would know. I would also die."
A light of hope sprang into Orophin's eyes but it was soon clouded over with worry again. "I fear for him," he whispered. "Without Haldir, I am nothing. We've always been a threesome. Always. If he goes then--"
Hithiel shook his shoulder gently, waking him from his grim reverie. "Nothing is going to happen. I promise." But even as she said that, doubt crept in. How does she know nothing is going to happen? She was powerless to stop anything at that moment.
A loud exaggerated clearing of throat was heard behind her. She looked up to the stern face of the King. "We should get going. We're not here for Haldir. I thought you cared about Legolas."
"I do!" she protested.
"Legolas?" asked Orophin from behind. "He's with Rumil. He rode here with severe injuries and Rumil has been taking care of him."
"Where are they?" Ambaril asked.
Orophin waved a hand and beckoned for them to follow. He led them to a small talan and gracefully leapt up the stairs. "Rumil?" he called.
No answer. Shrugging, he opened up the door to the talan and peered inside. His pale face took on a pink tinge as he quickly withdrew. "Umm... why don't you first... rest for a while. You must be tired from your journey."
Ambaril and Hithiel both raised an eyebrow at the blushing and stuttering Guardian. "What?" asked Ambaril impatiently.
Ignoring Orophin's loud protests, he flung open the door of the talan and strode in, followed by Hithiel. Inside, Legolas was sleeping comfortably within Rumil's loving embrace. Hithiel grinned as she looked at the shocked face of the King, which had turned an interesting shade of red.
Hearing all the commotion, Rumil sleepily opened his eyes. His electric blue eyes grew wide as they scanned over the forms of his brother and the pair of royalties. He flushed and quickly leapt out of the bed. He grabbed a discarded tunic and quickly pulled it over his muscled chest as he faced the three. In the bed, Legolas moaned at the loss of body heat and opened his eyes, struggling to focus on the forms. "Rumil?" he muttered incoherently.
"Legolas!" a sharp voice snapped through his sleep-fogged brain. Then he rounded on Rumil. "What were you doing with him?" he demanded.
"Nothing, Your Highness! Noth--" The rest of the sentence was lost as a palm flew to connect with his cheek.
Rumil's hand flew to his face, a red mark evident on his perfect Elven complexion. There was a cry of outrage and Legolas leapt out of the bed to Rumil's side. Slim fingers brushed the spot where his brother had struck. Legolas glared at Ambaril. "What was that for? He saved my life and that's how you repay him?"
"He JUST saved your life? Anything else?" Ambaril taunted.
His suspicions were confirmed as his younger brother blushed. "You know the laws of our country, Legolas," he said sternly.
"I don't care," the smaller one replied defiantly.
Ambaril sighed and grabbed him by the wrist. "Put on some clothes," he said eyeing his bare chest and loose tights. "We're leaving," ignoring his mews of protests.
He dragged the struggling young Prince towards the door. "Rumil!" he screamed desperately but he only shook his head sadly.
Ambaril turned to find Hithiel blocking the exit. "Step aside," he said through gritted teeth.
"No," she said coolly. "You've already separated me and Haldir. Now you want to control another's life?"
"This is none of your business."
She raised an elegant eyebrow and glanced quickly at Rumil who was staring longingly at Legolas. "No, it isn't. But it isn't yours either. What's wrong with Rumil? Why can't they be together?"
Rumil threw her a look of gratitude. Orophin, who was standing there quietly moved over to his younger brother and watched the battling royalties. Legolas squirmed and finally broke Ambaril's grip. The young prince went immediately to Rumil's side.
"You lose, Ambaril," she said.
Ambaril turned red. "You are banished from the kingdom of Mirkwood!" he yelled at Legolas who just stared straight ahead. "You can never go back!" Then he rounded on Hithiel. "Come!"
She shook her silvery head. "Not until we find Haldir."
"No!" he said sharply.
"Fine." She turned to the trio. "Will you come with me?"
"We will," they said in one voice.
"There you see? Legolas is no longer a part of Mirkwood therefore you cannot control him. We are a kin. No one gets left behind." She turned to Legolas and the brothers. "We ride for Imladris at dawn."
~*~*~With Ambaril~*~*~
Ambaril glared at the four of them. He longed to kill the brothers and Haldir. Without them, there wouldn't be a problem. His fingers twitched unconsciously but he willed himself to be still. Throwing them a final glare, he stalked out of the talan. He found Sayda waiting patiently outside. With a smirk, he approached the Elf.
"Sayda!" he commanded.
She looked up. "Yes, milord?"
"Ride with Hithiel and the others. They will try to find Haldir and when they find him, kill him." He pressed a jewel-encrusted dagger into her skilled hands. "Kill Haldir. Do not fail."
"As you wish, milord."
Hehe. Another awful cliffy. Shame on me. Anyways, review! Actually I don't even need to say that because you peoples are so awesome! Cya in da next chapter!
Author's Note: WARNING: A bit of slash but not as bad as last time ok? Good. I've also started a new fic called Twilight of the Elves so if you like Haldir/Legolas stuff, you should check it out. Anyways, next chapter!
We Are One
Forbidden Love
"You are broken, Guardian," a haunting voice whispered into Haldir's ear. "Surrender yourself to me. Do not torture yourself like this. Who knows? Maybe it could by a more pleasurable experience."
Haldir turned his head away from the taunting voice. He knew that they were empty lies but they were tempting all the same. He longed for his torture to be over. For the past few days, he knew nothing but pain. After the sessions, the Dark Lord would always leave his abused body hanging there in the cold dungeon with the knife there reminding him who was in control.
Haldir's magnificent body was now thin and his hair had lost its luster. The beautiful blue eyes that flashed emotions dimmed like a candle in the wind. The only thought that kept him from ending his life with his own hands was Hithiel. She was the only thing that kept him sane. The unspoken promise was enough to know that she didn't forget.
"I do not surrender so easily," Haldir said defiantly. His rich voice was raspy and filled with pain. "Take me if you desire but I won't give it."
The lips on his skin froze for a second before continuing its administrations. "And I will take you, little one, do not worry. Your words are braver than your actions," he said as he eyed his arousal.
Haldir's face flushed again. "No," he panted as felt fingers stroke it experimentally.
There was no use trying to contain the fires of his own passion as it engulfed him completely. His fingers dug into the stone as he closed his eyes. He felt his rising desire grow and he had to bite back a moan as a shudder seized him. His muscles were no longer under his control. They tightened when he had reached his climax, when he tottered along the edge of his release. He almost cried out as the hated fingers withdrew.
Sauron watched this with a wide grin upon his dark face as the warrior crumbled beneath his touch. But something nagged him. He still couldn't get into his mind. Usually the minds of his victims were the first things that would surrender, but not this Elf. Something prevented him from breaking into his mind. This angered him. He wanted to be totally in control. He wanted his playthings open to him without a will of their own.
"You're broken, Elf," he whispered again. He could feel his captive's heat radiating off his muscle bound body. His breath was coming out in short pants. "Open up to me."
He tried once again to delve into the mind of the warrior but something blocked him. He could not understand what was happening and did not yet know the power of the amulet.
Haldir shook his golden head wildly, refusing to show any more weakness.
"I see," purred the Dark Lord. "You are restless. We'll see how it is before you break."
Sauron left Haldir to his very troubled thoughts as he left the dungeon rooms, still fuming about how he wasn't able to see his mind. Why? It made no sense to him. No one could last that long unless there was magic on them but he didn't sense any on his captive. It didn't matter. Soon, he would break him completely. No one ever escaped him.
~*~*~With Hithiel~*~*~
Her mare broke into a steady trot, following the whites in front of her. Ambaril had taken Sayda, his guard along with them to find Legolas. Gwathir tossed her dark head nervously as she approached the battlegrounds. Slain orcs littered the ground and weapons were scattered. Hithiel leapt gracefully off her mount as she approached the fallen foes, her eyes darting for some clue of where Legolas was.
Ambaril, who rarely showed an interest in anything, shifted threw the corpses with a distasteful look on his face. "What's that?" asked Ambaril, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled between them.
"What?" asked Hithiel, turning her head to see what he was pointing at.
Her eyes caught a faint glitter among the dark bodies and she walked to it. She shoved aside an orc and saw an Elven sword, crafted by the Galadrim. With trembling hands, she picked the weapon up. The sword was shaped like a 'S' with intertwining vines carved on the blade. The guard had a thin sheet of gold hammered into it, giving it a soft glow. Hithiel was so entranced by the beauty of the weapon that when Ambaril walked up silently behind her, she nearly dropped the sword.
"What is it?" he asked, looking over her shoulder.
She turned around to face him with a sorrowful look in her eyes. "It's Haldir's."
To her great disgust, Ambaril broke into a grin. "So where's the body?"
Hithiel gasped and nearly beheaded the arrogant king as she swung the blade at him in her anger. Unused to the weight of the sword, she missed him by millimeters. Ambaril ducked and stepped back. He pulled out his own sword just in time to block a heavy blow to his head. "If he dies, so do I," she snarled.
Their weapons slid down near the guard, caught in a deadlock. Hithiel was weaker but her anger lent her strength. Ambaril's eyes grew wide as she pressed on even harder. "Stop!" he cried out desperately. "We'll never find Legolas like this."
Heaving, Hithiel relented and slid her blade off his with a metallic clang. 'Only for Legolas's sake,' she thought. She looked around for a sheathe to put the blade into but found none. She wouldn't dare to put the shining blade into a foul orc sheathe so finally, she took off her cloak and wrapped it around the blade so it wouldn't cut her when she handled it.
She bound the weapon to the side of her black mare before she mounted and without a word, started riding for Lothlorien. She heard the hoof beat of the King's Mearas as he followed her to the Golden Woods.
Her heart leapt to her throat as she closed in on the golden mallorn trees that only grew on Lorien and the West. The Silvan Elf felt the presence of the trees as she got nearer. Their voices spoke of sorrow and an unknown fear that spreads from the East. Several leaves shook free of their branches and the pale gold leaves drifted towards the riders as if in welcome.
Hithiel slowed her mare down to a walk as she passed into the borders of Lorien and expertly guided it towards the pavilion where most of the Elves lived. The Elves moved aside to let the Mirkwood riders through as they passed. Hithiel searched the faces of all the Elves as she passed them, trying to find either Haldir of one of his brothers.
"Hithiel!" A clear voice pierced the air and she whipped her head around towards the source.
An Elf dressed in light gray stepped forward with his hood thrown back, pale gold hair shimmering with every movement. Hithiel recognized him as Orophin, the one who got wounded. He shoved his way through the crowd towards her, not caring that he was receiving annoyed stares from all sides. "Hithiel," he shouted again.
She smiled as he reached her. She quickly dismounted and grasped his arm in warrior's greeting. "Where is Haldir?" she asked.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't seen him for three days. He wasn't at his watch post or his talan. Do you have any idea where he could be?"
Grimly, she gave him the bundle containing Haldir's sword. She watched as his expression changed from curious, to shock, to horror as he unwrapped the bundle. "Where did you get this?" he demanded, fear clouding his eyes.
"It was left on the ground, covered by an orc." She quickly explained the ambush that was laid there.
When she finished, she noticed that Orophin's features were clouded with fear. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.
"This sword was a gift from the White Lady," he said. "It was his treasure. He never lets anybody touch it. He never even let me handle it and I'm his brother. It was his most precious possession. He would never give it up. Now that it's here, it makes me think as if he's--"
"Dead?" finished Hithiel. Wordless nod. She rested a hand on his shoulder. "He is not dead. Not yet. If he were dead I would know. I would also die."
A light of hope sprang into Orophin's eyes but it was soon clouded over with worry again. "I fear for him," he whispered. "Without Haldir, I am nothing. We've always been a threesome. Always. If he goes then--"
Hithiel shook his shoulder gently, waking him from his grim reverie. "Nothing is going to happen. I promise." But even as she said that, doubt crept in. How does she know nothing is going to happen? She was powerless to stop anything at that moment.
A loud exaggerated clearing of throat was heard behind her. She looked up to the stern face of the King. "We should get going. We're not here for Haldir. I thought you cared about Legolas."
"I do!" she protested.
"Legolas?" asked Orophin from behind. "He's with Rumil. He rode here with severe injuries and Rumil has been taking care of him."
"Where are they?" Ambaril asked.
Orophin waved a hand and beckoned for them to follow. He led them to a small talan and gracefully leapt up the stairs. "Rumil?" he called.
No answer. Shrugging, he opened up the door to the talan and peered inside. His pale face took on a pink tinge as he quickly withdrew. "Umm... why don't you first... rest for a while. You must be tired from your journey."
Ambaril and Hithiel both raised an eyebrow at the blushing and stuttering Guardian. "What?" asked Ambaril impatiently.
Ignoring Orophin's loud protests, he flung open the door of the talan and strode in, followed by Hithiel. Inside, Legolas was sleeping comfortably within Rumil's loving embrace. Hithiel grinned as she looked at the shocked face of the King, which had turned an interesting shade of red.
Hearing all the commotion, Rumil sleepily opened his eyes. His electric blue eyes grew wide as they scanned over the forms of his brother and the pair of royalties. He flushed and quickly leapt out of the bed. He grabbed a discarded tunic and quickly pulled it over his muscled chest as he faced the three. In the bed, Legolas moaned at the loss of body heat and opened his eyes, struggling to focus on the forms. "Rumil?" he muttered incoherently.
"Legolas!" a sharp voice snapped through his sleep-fogged brain. Then he rounded on Rumil. "What were you doing with him?" he demanded.
"Nothing, Your Highness! Noth--" The rest of the sentence was lost as a palm flew to connect with his cheek.
Rumil's hand flew to his face, a red mark evident on his perfect Elven complexion. There was a cry of outrage and Legolas leapt out of the bed to Rumil's side. Slim fingers brushed the spot where his brother had struck. Legolas glared at Ambaril. "What was that for? He saved my life and that's how you repay him?"
"He JUST saved your life? Anything else?" Ambaril taunted.
His suspicions were confirmed as his younger brother blushed. "You know the laws of our country, Legolas," he said sternly.
"I don't care," the smaller one replied defiantly.
Ambaril sighed and grabbed him by the wrist. "Put on some clothes," he said eyeing his bare chest and loose tights. "We're leaving," ignoring his mews of protests.
He dragged the struggling young Prince towards the door. "Rumil!" he screamed desperately but he only shook his head sadly.
Ambaril turned to find Hithiel blocking the exit. "Step aside," he said through gritted teeth.
"No," she said coolly. "You've already separated me and Haldir. Now you want to control another's life?"
"This is none of your business."
She raised an elegant eyebrow and glanced quickly at Rumil who was staring longingly at Legolas. "No, it isn't. But it isn't yours either. What's wrong with Rumil? Why can't they be together?"
Rumil threw her a look of gratitude. Orophin, who was standing there quietly moved over to his younger brother and watched the battling royalties. Legolas squirmed and finally broke Ambaril's grip. The young prince went immediately to Rumil's side.
"You lose, Ambaril," she said.
Ambaril turned red. "You are banished from the kingdom of Mirkwood!" he yelled at Legolas who just stared straight ahead. "You can never go back!" Then he rounded on Hithiel. "Come!"
She shook her silvery head. "Not until we find Haldir."
"No!" he said sharply.
"Fine." She turned to the trio. "Will you come with me?"
"We will," they said in one voice.
"There you see? Legolas is no longer a part of Mirkwood therefore you cannot control him. We are a kin. No one gets left behind." She turned to Legolas and the brothers. "We ride for Imladris at dawn."
~*~*~With Ambaril~*~*~
Ambaril glared at the four of them. He longed to kill the brothers and Haldir. Without them, there wouldn't be a problem. His fingers twitched unconsciously but he willed himself to be still. Throwing them a final glare, he stalked out of the talan. He found Sayda waiting patiently outside. With a smirk, he approached the Elf.
"Sayda!" he commanded.
She looked up. "Yes, milord?"
"Ride with Hithiel and the others. They will try to find Haldir and when they find him, kill him." He pressed a jewel-encrusted dagger into her skilled hands. "Kill Haldir. Do not fail."
"As you wish, milord."
Hehe. Another awful cliffy. Shame on me. Anyways, review! Actually I don't even need to say that because you peoples are so awesome! Cya in da next chapter!