Title: One King to Another- Chapter IV
Author: KarmaKitten
Fandom: The Hobbit
Chp Rating: M for smut, Trigger warning- For any whom have expirienced forced sexual activities, be cautious when reading this chapter because of rape scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters created by
J.R.R Tolkien, (Writer) or Peter Jackson, (Director)
A/N- Okay, so I've now planned for the whole story to be in Karma's P.o.v, I hope I haven't disappointed anyone, but there you are. Thanks for reading. :)
IMPORTANT: IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ SMUT, DO NOT READ PAST THE '{' UNTIL YOU SEE ANOTHER '}'
~Karma's P.O.V~
"Karma, why are you not eating your food?" I hear Eru's voice speaking to me, but I ignore it and continue twirling my fork around over the asparagus and rice on my plate. My fist on my cheek and my elbow on the table, I'm not exactly the perfect image of etiquette. Eru grabs my shoulder, wrenching me out of my daydreams. I glare at him, sticking a grain of rice in my mouth and wrinkling my nose up at him. He gapes at my impoliteness and turns around abruptly, eating his food with an elvish gentleness. He looks back towards me, obviously hoping that I had taken his actions as an example. I roll my eyes and shove more food in my mouth, stifling a giggle when Eru puts food in his mouth and chews it with his mouth open.
"Eh-hem." I hear Thranduil clear his voice at the end of the table, clearly unamused with our impoliteness. I look down immediately, not wanting him to see my face. Eru curtains his face with his usual calmness again, nodding his head and eating quietly once again. I scoot my chair away from the table, the chair legs causing a screech to go through the room as they run over the stone floor. I grimace and stand, excusing myself quietly and walking from the room, feeling everyone's eyes upon me as I leave.
As soon as I'm out of the doorway, I break into a run, heading towards the prisonry. I can't remember exactly which cell it was, so I looked in to various ones along the way, most of them empty. When I arrive at Kili's, I find him sitting on the stone bench, apparently sleeping. I clap to wake him, but when he doesn't stir, I reach through the bars and jostle his arm. I yelp when he suddenly goes into motion, grabbing my arm and pulling hard, the rest of my body colliding with the cell door. I feel the cold bars hit my head and the skin under my hair open, blood trickling down the side of my face. I gasp as Kili releases his grip only to pull again, but this time I brace myself on the door and don't allow myself to slam into it again.
He smirks and lets go, glaring at me with a certain hatred. I stare at him disbelievingly, raising my hand to the wound on the back of my head. When my hand comes away, I bring it in front of my face to see it covered in red blood. I always thought of Kili as the 'writer not a fighter' kind of man, not one who would do such a thing as this.
"What the hell?" I ask.
"Don't 'what the hell' me. The elves have corrupted you, I don't even know who you are anymore. They have made you one of them."
"Kili, if it hadn't been for Thorin, I wouldn't be here in the first place!"
"My uncle cared for you, and you know bloody well that it wasn't him who traded you for the Arkenstone." His words sink through my skin and into my bloodstream, making a flurry of emotions swell into my heart. The worst thing is…, I know his words are true.
"Kili, I'm to be married in a weeks time to one I do not love. I was offered a position in the guard or death. I have been made into one I do not wish to be. Do not dare begin to call me a traitor." I say, backing away from his cell, still clutching my wounded head.
Once I've gotten back to my chambers, I slam the door angrily and begin to untie my bloodied braids from my hair. Kili's words had gotten to me in a way nothing else ever had. 'They have made you one of them' especially had hurt. My maid, Liril, comes running at the sound of the slammed door.
"M'lady, what is the matter?" She asks, eyes wide and concerned. I do not wish to break down in front of her, so I thank her for her concern quickly and ask her to run a bath. She nods and rushes off to the bathing room and I soon hear the sound of running water. I thank her as she leaves the bathroom and I walk in, shutting the door behind me. Liril has left a dark grey robe on the countertop, and many bottles of scented body wash on the tub perimeter. The bathtub is about as big as a small pool, with plenty of room to swim around. Slight mist floats over the surface of the water, indicating that it's hot.
I let my clothes slide to the floor, my hair having already been undone. I walk up the step and then down into the bath, the hot water tingling against my bare skin. As I submerge under the water, the dried blood melts into the water, tinting it slightly pink. The open wound burns terribly when the water flows into it, and I fight the urge to weep at the painful sensation. When I come up for air, I do not notice the figure standing in the doorway of the bathing chamber. I swim to the far side of the bath, submerging once in a while to touch the bottom of the seven-foot pool.
Once I reach the other side, I lift my weight out of the shallows and onto the shore, running a hand through my clean hair. The wound is still bleeding slightly, but it is not anything that time cannot heal. Standing up, I walk towards a wall of shelves, picking up a random bottle and reading the label; Brùn vîre - Traditional rose. The title leads me to believe that it is a perfume, as are many of the other bottles. I read many of the labels, including- ravé éaer/Roaring ocean, usquè lebéthrôn/Smoked Tree, and silmé/starlight. I pick up the 'starlight' one, curious as to the fact that starlight even has a scent.
Spraying it into the air, I smell pine trees, grass, cool wind, smoke, flowers and everything from nature. The scent forces me to close my eyes, breathing in the smell of freedom and love. The figure in the doorway speaks up, causing me to jump in fright, dropping the glass vial. The vial shatters on the ground, the smell filling the room.
"Karma. I am sorry to startle you." I'm too frightened to move, wondering who would dare walk into a lady's bathing chamber while tis occupied. The figure steps forwards, the lights above the mirrors casting his ghostly features into view.
"Althidôn." I state, recognizing the face of my suitor.
"Karma." He says, mockingly. I hate Althidôn more than I hate Thorin at this point. He is always mocking my human name and calling it 'uneducated' and 'unevolved'. I quickly grab a white towel from a nearby shelf, wrapping it around myself hurriedly.
"Now, now. It's nothing I won't see later." He says, a cruel streak in his voice.
"Althidôn, get the hell out of here." I almost yell, glaring at him with all of the hatred possible.
"Ah. There is the impolite N`Tel`Quess I know and loathe." He titters at me, only stepping forwards. He begins to walk around the poolside, smirking evilly at me.
"Speak for yourself, Otuuk Fe`Saigne." I reply, remembering this insult from my elvish classes.
"Xhan." He exchanges, and we continue like this until I finally end the fight of words with an insult that I know for certain will send his blood boiling.
"U`Raanu." He lunges at me, grabbing one of my fists and attempting to slap me with his other hand. I grab his hand before it makes contact with my face, using what Tauriel had taught me in defence class against him. I bring up my knee, connecting it with the sensitive flesh of his gut. He sucks in a breath, releasing my hand and clutching at his stomach. I waste no time feeling proud or laughing, but instead running from the bathing room and into my main bedroom.
I run into a tall figure of whom I know very well and am very happy to see.
"Eruvain, help me!" I cry, hugging him around the waist.
"Karma, what is wrong?" He asks, concerned.
"Althidôn attacked me while in my bathing chambers, he attempted to strike me." I say, feeling tears rise to my eyes. I have been doing too much crying of late, but I cannot seem to help it.
"Althidôn." Eru's voice displays malice and hatred, and he tries pushing past me and into the bathing room. I hold him back with one hand, the other clutching my towel to my slender frame.
"How are you here?" I ask, wondering why he had been lurking in my bedchambers.
"Lord Thranduil has requested your presence. He sent me to bring you to him." I nod, understanding. Althidôn comes rushing through the door, apparently having recovered from my blow.
"Karma, bring yourself over here so as I may punish you as I seem fit." He yells, either not noticing Eru behind me or not caring. I'm astonished that he even thinks that I would do such a thing, and raise one of my eyebrows. I decide to push him to his absolute limit and repeat my earlier insult.
"What makes you think that I would do this, U`Raanu?" He basically growls at me before lunging once more, but Eruvain is in front of me before I'm attacked. Althidôn backs up a bit, before a sly smirk conceals his nasty grimace.
"You cannot hold me from my ethlun." He states, grinning wickedly past Eru at me.
"I may if you wish to harm her." Eru defends me, hatred boiling over in his voice.
"Actually, the law says that I may do what I wish with her after we are engaged." Althidôn says, making a harsh, but valid point. Eruvain looks back towards me, a helpless look on his demeanor.
"Now get out of my way." Althidôn orders, shoving Eru from his path. Before leaving the room, Eru whispers urgently to me;
"I will find Lady Tauriel." I nod, hoping she is on a nighttime patrol and close to my main corridor. Althidôn advances towards me, his wicked smile only growing wider as I feel myself begin to cower. He thrashes his hand out towards me, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair. He forcefully tugs me towards my bed, throwing me onto it while ripping my towel from my grasp. He lifts his tunic off over his head, soon following are his shoes, belt, trousers, and undergarments.
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Before I have a chance to react, he leaps onto the bed and over me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head with all of his weight. He holds my hands down with one hand while the other roughly kneads my left breast, eliciting cries of pain more than pleasure from me. I raise my left leg to kick him between the legs, but he pins it down painfully beneath his knee. He leans his head down to suck and lick my right breast while still kneading my left. I writhe beneath him, trying to shake him off.
He releases my swollen breast from his hand and brings the latter down to his erection, trailing it down my stomach and towards my entrance. I begin to yell for help, but He brings his elbow down into my mouth, stifling my cries.
"Hmmm, is poor little Karma…" He begins, making a mocking gasp.
"A virgin?!" He asks, releasing my mouth for an answer.
"No, you filthy bastard! I've been with Fili before, who is in fact my tru-" He cuts me off.
"I don't care if he is your true love or not. My father is marrying me to you so as we will be
paid by Thranduil." The revelation makes me freeze for a minute. I had known that I would be given a suitor, but not that Thranduil would pay someone for it. Althidôn re-covers my mouth, his erection now between my legs and at my entrance. I begin writheing higher, but under his stifling weight, I'm virtually helpless. He moves his body upwards swiftly, his erection stretching me painfully. The action sends me into unconsciousness, black mist being thrown in front of my eyes.
When I awaken, Althidôn is still thrusting into me wildly, making me cry out in pain.
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The door slams open, a bright light coming from the hallway. The light seems blurry to me, as does everything else in my immediate environment. Strong arms push Althidôn off of me and pull me to them gently, a soft fabric covering me in warmth. I hear the quiet whispers of Lady Tauriel as she holds me to her through the blanket, her hand stroking my hair softly. I begin to weep silently as I hear the sound of Althidôn and Eruvain arguing, yelling ensuing quickly. Tauriel whispers reassurances to me, and lifts my lightweight form from the bed, my body aching everywhere. The bounce of her step beneath me indicates that she's carrying me somewhere, which I would usually detest if I wasn't in such pain. I weep into the fabric of Tauriel's dress, soon making it soaked.
I'm soon lain in the arms of someone else, the smell of pine trees and smoke about him. Lord Thranduil cradles me like a small child, worry thick in his voice. I can hear his voice, but cannot distinguish the words he speaks. I continue to weep, allowing the warmth of the blanket around my body to comfort me. He physically sighs and hands me back to Tauriel, making an order. Tauriel takes me somewhere, to where I do not know, but I'm soon lain on a soft, thick surface. I open my eyes, finding everything clearer than it had been before. Tauriel's face looms over me, in front of a ceiling pattern that I've not seen before.
"Sleep, Karma." She says soothingly, pulling up another layer of blankets over me.
"W...where am I?" I ask, not paying any heed to her previous instruction.
"My chambers. You will sleep here for tonight." Her answer surprises me, and I wonder aloud where she will sleep.
"But… what about you?" I ask, trying to sit up only to be pushed back down gently.
"I have to go punish a certain ex-fiance of yours." She says, and it takes me a second to register what she has said. Once the meaning sinks in, a small smile covers my face and I nod, falling asleep the second that I close my eyes.
A/N- Okay, so that was a little hard to write. I loved writing the Kili hate scene even if I shouldn't have. Please review, and thank you! Please go check out Skywolf42's hobbit stories, they are all amazing! Thank you for reading!
Elvish meanings;
U`Raanu- Elf with no honor/home
Xhan- Bitch
Otuuk Fe`Saigne.- Warg Kisser
N`Tel`Quess- Non-elf/ Unworth