Disclaimer: Not mine but someone else's.

WARNING: NONCONSENSUAL SEX aka RAPE. Not too violent (I think.) but still!!!

SLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOME VIOLENCE.

A/N: Er…I don't like this part. But I needed it for the story. Please react violently.

Haldir's eyes widened and he felt a coldness sweep through him as he realized who was touching him. A sick feeling welled up inside him. He jerked away, trying to dislodge the other elf. But Rhyden's grip on his cock tightened until it hurt. Haldir stopped moving.

"Hello, March Warden." Rhyden said with a wicked smile. "It's been a while."

Haldir glared at the elf with hatred. He clenched his hands, intending to strike, no matter how vulnerable he was at the moment. But before he could move, Rhyden's other hand pressed a knife against his neck.

"I would not do that, Haldir."

The March Warden did not care. He would not let this elf…

"You would not want Glorfindel hurt, now, would you?"

Haldir stopped, then followed Rhyden's line of sight.

Glorfindel was tied to a chair, gagged and unconscious. His forehead had a small cut, probably from when he was struck.

"Oh gods…Glorfindel." Haldir turned to Rhyden, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Relax. He is alive. But he won't be for long if you do not cooperate."

Haldir knew he could not afford to have Glorfindel hurt. He was not sure he was strong enough to fight Rhyden successfully. Eyes filled with hate, he looked at Rhyden.

"What do you want?"

Rhyden smiled, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

"Lie back."

Haldir did as instructed, glancing at Glorfindel.

/Please, be alright. I am so sorry./

Rhyden reached for Haldir's robe sash and used it to secure both of Haldir's hands to the bed.

"Beautiful.' Rhyden licked his lips lewdly as he surveyed the prize that lay spread on the bed.

"I have waited for this, for so long."

"Just shut up and finish this. Then leave!" Haldir spat, wrath lacing every word. He would not let this elf hurt Glorfindel. And if the only way to do that is to let Rhyden have his way, then so be it.

"Impatient, aren't we?"

Rhyden chuckled.

"I am going to enjoy this." He whispered.

He discarded his clothes and climbed on top of the bed, settling between Haldir's thighs that he had parted.

Rhyden was not too patient either, and started to ravish Haldir immediately. He kissed Haldir roughly, bruising the other elf's lips. The March Warden remained impassive, but Rhyden no longer cared. He moved lower, biting Haldir's neck, sucking skin. Haldir winced at the pain, but closed his eyes and endured it.

For Glorfindel.

Haldir closed down his mind and let it travel elsewhere. Rhyden could do anything he wanted. It did not matter. All that mattered was Glorfindel has to be kept safe.

/I love you, Glorfindel./

Haldir opened his eyes and turned to look at the eldar, still tied to the chair. He smiled sadly. He knew now there was no way he would not go to Mandos.

/Be happy with Ecthelion, love./

The March Warden winced when Rhyden bit his nipple. Hard enough to draw blood. Haldir did not care.

/I am sorry that you had to be hurt for this. I never meant to hurt you, Glorfindel. I am so sorry./

Rhyden moaned and made other sounds, but Haldir did not hear them.

He did not care.

But when he felt Rhyden's fingers at the entrance of his body, he stiffened. Only Glorfindel had ever touched him there, ever taken him. He closed his eyes shut, blocking out the world.

Rhyden pushed his fingers inside Haldir, not bothering to use lubricant. Haldir gritted his teeth, and tears threatened to surface, but he did not allow it. He would not cry. Not because of Rhyden.

Two fingers. It hurt like hell.

"Oh…SO tight, Haldir. So tight. And hot. This is going to be good." Rhyden said as he moved his fingers inside the March Warden. He could not wait to bury himself inside the tight heat.

Haldir heard a moan, but continued to keep his eyes shut. Rhyden had removed his fingers and placed the head of his arousal at Haldir's entrance.

Another moan. But Haldir knew it was not from him. Nor was it from Rhyden.

His eyes flashed open, and he saw Glorfindel had awakened, and was staring at them in horror.

"Glor…"

Haldir did not finish as Rhyden plunged into him and pain ripped through the March Warden. Haldir stiffened, and began to pull at the bonds that held him. Rhyden kept moving, pounding into him and the pain was unbearable.

Haldir. Tears now in his eyes, looked at Glorfindel who was struggling, crying as he watched Haldir being violated.

"I'm sorry." Haldir whispered, eyes still on Glorfindel.

Rhyden caught the words and looked at him, still thrusting. Seeing that Haldir had his head turned, he followed, and saw the eldar, wide eyed, watching them. And he laughed. Rhyden laughed.

"See anything you like?" He asked in a leering tone, even as he thrust into Haldir harder.

Glorfindel's eyes turned to look at him. It was filled with hatred. Glorfindel began to struggle in earnest. He was cursing through the gag, straining to get free, to hel Haldir, to…to do something. Anything! He had to stop Rhyden. Had to…

Rhyden laughed at the eldar's efforts.

"He is hot. And tight. Oh gods, squeezing me. Pleasuring me." He taunted the eldar.

"Shut up!" Haldir said through gritted teeth.

But Rhyden paid no heed. He placed his hands behind Haldir's knees and pried them further apart, spreading the elf more, pounding deeper.

"Mine!" He roared, and plunged in once more, then came, deep inside the March Warden.

Glorfindel strained against the bonds, trying to get free, Haldir could see, but he knew it was futile.

"Don't." Haldir whispered to the eldar as Rhyden collapsed on top of him. "Glorfindel, don't."

Glorfindel turned teary eyes to him.

"I don't want you hurt." Haldir said in a broken voice.

He shook his head and smiled, to reassure his love.

"It doesn't matter, anyway."

Glorfindel shook his head, still trying to get free. He tried to say something through the gag, tell Haldir he was wrong, but Haldir turned away and stared at the ceiling.

The coldness came back. It filled him, surrounded his heart. Then the pain stopped. Finally.

Rhyden raised himself, smiling, smug and satisfied. He pulled away, standing up.

Haldir remained motionless, his eyes staring at the ceiling of his talan, his legs spread apart. He was bleeding. He knew. But he did not care.

There was no pain. No more pain.

Haldir smiled.

It was gone.

Only cold.

He felt himself float, and he looked around, and he was…he was floating above the bed, and he could see Glorfindel struggling, and Rhyden was talking.

Then he looked at the bed. And there he was.

How could that be?

He peered closer.

Yes. It was him.

But…his eyes.

They were lifeless.

He was dead.

Finally.

He was floating away.

But he couldn't leave. Not yet. Glorfindel was still in danger.

He could not leave yet.

He saw Rhyden pick up a knife. The dark-haired elf was smiling evilly. Then Rhyden moved behind Glorfindel. The eldar did not realize it, because he was still trying to get free…to get to Haldir.

Haldir saw Rhyden lift the knife.

He was going to kill Glorfindel.

/No!/

Haldir lunged. He did not think, he only knew he had to stop Rhyden. But he was but a ghost. He would not be able to touch…

Rhyden stumbled backward as something hit him. He looked around wildly, but there was no one there. He reached for the knife that he had dropped. But suddenly, it was hovering, then moving…towards him.

Glorfindel turned his head when Rhyden was knocked over. He was not sure what happened, but…the knife. It was floating.

Rhyden screamed as the knife plunged into his heart. Over and over.

Glorfindel watched in horror, not sure what was happening as Rhyden was stabbed, over and over again. Blood was everywhere.

Then it stopped and the knife dropped to the floor.

Glorfindel looked around, still trying to figure out what happened. He felt the bindings on his wrists loosen, and the gag fell away. He was free.

He stood up, moving towards the bed, yet looking around.

"Who is there?"

Haldir watched Glorfindel looking around the room frantically. He smiled. Glorfindel was safe. He could leave now.

"Please…who are you?"

Haldir stopped. He looked at his lover.

"I…I love you." Haldir whispered, then turned to leave…float away. Forever.

"Haldir?" Glorfindel's voice hitched.

Haldir turned around, wide-eyed.

Glorfindel could see Haldir now. The light passed through his lover's ghostly form, but he could see it.

"no" Glorfindel shook his head, then turned to the still figure on the bed. He clutched the March Warden's hand.

"No!"

Haldir, on the bed, felt cold. And his heart did not beat, his eyes were without life.

"No.nononononooo" Glorfindel fell to his knees.

"Haldir, no…" His voice held so much pain. He shook the lifeless body, trying to get it to move, to wake up.

Haldir could only watch as his lover tried to make him alive again. But he was dead.

It was okay. He had to make Glorfindel understand.

"Glorfindel…"

The eldar looked at him, tears falling from his eyes.

"Please, come back. Haldir, come back."

Haldir shook his head.

"Please. I am begging you. Don't leave me. Haldir…Don't leave me. I love you..Please." Glorfindel cried out, pleading.

"I can't." Haldir whispered. He moved next to Glorfindel, cupping the eldar's face. "It will be alright, Glorfindel. I promise. Everything is fine."

"NO!!! You cannot die. You cannot leave me. I love you. I love you! Please come back…" Glorfindel tried to hold onto him, but grasped only air. "Haldir, please come back. I'll do anything. Please…please…I …love you…love you…please." Glorfindel sobbed. "please…."

"I…" Haldir felt a pull, and he knew he had to go. "Everything will be all right, Glorfindel."

"NO! NO! Please…no."

"Sshhh. Everything will be fine. I love you, Glorfindel."

"no…"

"Be happy with Ecthelion." Haldir said. Then he began to float away.

"no."

Glorfindel stopped shaking the lifeless body in his arms. He was suddenly motionless.

"You cannot leave me, Haldir." Glorfindel whispered. "I am coming with you."

Glorfindel closed his eyes, unwilling to let go.

"I am coming with you."

Haldir shook his head. He was about to turn away, when Glorfindel's muffled scream stopped him.

Glorfindel lay in a fetal position on the floor, clutching his heart.

Haldir froze.

/No./

He knew what was happening. Glorfindel…

"No! You cannot die. I can't let you die." Haldir moved to Glorfindel's side. "No! Stop!"

"I am coming with you." Glorfindel's voice was weak.

Haldir shook his head vehemently. This was not supposed to happen. Glorfindel can't die.

/I…I cannot hurt you./

"Stop!" Haldir begged. But Glorfindel only closed his eyes.

"Eternity, Haldir. Together for eternity." The eldar whispered.

"No!!!"

But Haldir could not stop it.

The eldar stifled a scream as the pain became unbearable.

Then Glorfindel grew limp. His heart slowed, and finally, the eldar stopped breathing.

"NOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

TBC

Er…trust me?

A/N: There is a very logical explanation for all this. Please bear with me. Ty. Sorry about the chap. Has to be done, according to my muse. Hope to see you till the end.

'And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain….'

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