Revenge

Revenge

Posted: January 12, 2007
Title: Revenge
Author: Amber
Type: FCS
Characters: Caranthir/Celeborn/Celegorm/Curufin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I only borrow the characters from Tolkien, I make no money off of them.
Warning: Rape, torture, character death
Beta: Angel
Timeline: First Age

Summary: Celeborn runs into some of the son of Fëanor.

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Celeborn could not believe that he had been caught in so simple of a trap. He had not been paying attention to where he was going for he was too busy dreaming about his newfound love, Artanis. As he twisted and turned trying to figure out how to release himself from the ropes he had a sinking feeling that he was not going to like being held captive. The more he studied the trap the more convinced he became that his capturers were too intelligent to be servants of the dark lord (orcs). That thought worried him even more for he could not conceive of an elf setting a trap for another elf, and this trap was clearly designed to trap elves. Finally realizing that he was not going to be able to free himself, he relaxed and rested saving his energy for whatever came next.

After a while Celeborn heard the approach of several people. From the sounds they were making he could tell that they were elves. Maybe not all was lost he thought to himself until they came through the trees and it was revealed whom his abductors were.

“Well, well, look who we have caught in our trap. If it isn’t the mighty forester, Celeborn. The one who thinks he is good enough to steal our cousin away from us. I wonder what she would think of you if she could see you now, Moriquendi,” one of the elves taunted him.

“Release me at once,” Celeborn demanded clearly not expecting them to. He didn’t like the feel of these elves; there was something unwholesome, tainted about them. Studying them closer, he realized that they had been drinking and had evil glints in their eyes.

“You know, it’s usually not the animal that’s trapped that gives the orders. You would expect one who was a forester to know that,” another of the dark haired ones said.

“Let’s cut him down and see what he is made of. There must be something about him that attracts our cousin other than that he is malleable. Other than his pretty face that is,” another of the dark haired ones said.

Celeborn tried to roll to his feet at the end of his fall after they had cut the ropes but was kicked off balance by one of the elves.

“Oh no you don’t, we are not through with you. We plan to teach you a lesson for thinking that you are good enough and have the right to steal one of our women. Maybe then you will learn that you are nothing but leftovers that the Vala didn’t want. Clearly not good enough for anything but to be used as servants and slaves,” the first elf said. “Do you even know who we are?”

Figuring that he was going to get a beating anyway and losing his temper, which he was always told to guard against, Celeborn decided to goad the elves.

“I know who you are, the cursed sons of Fëanor. The ones so arrogant that they got themselves thrown out of Valinor into this cursed land. The ones whose own kin has disowned them,” he said.

Watching the anger jump in their eyes, Celeborn braced himself for what he knew was coming. While braced, he was not prepared for the ferocity of their attack. He had made a bad mistake and underestimated them, now he would pay the price. His attackers proceeded to kick and hit him until he finally lost consciousness from a kick to the back of his head.

Some time later Celeborn came to awareness to find himself tied naked to the top of some kind of rough table. He was stretched out with his hands tied around the legs of one side of the table while his legs were spread and tied to the legs of the other side of the table. He struggled to try and free himself but it was no use. He soon heard the other elves enter the room and tensed trying to prepare him self for whatever came next.

Nothing in is training could have prepared him for the pain as the whip cut deeply into his back. The whip continued to fall heavily across his back and was soon joined by another lash that alternated with the whip. Despite his best efforts, Celeborn was soon crying out in pain, but this only seemed to egg his tormentors on to further efforts. He felt the darkness rising up to meet him again and gladly embraced it.

Some time later Celeborn was awakened when they poured a bucket of cold water over him. He overheard the others talking about him and was afraid.

“He has lasted a lot longer than any of our other prey, maybe there was something worthwhile in him that our cousin sees,” said one.

“Don’t talk about that traitorous bitch. If I ever catch her I will do the same to her that we are doing to him. She deserves it for fighting against us at Alqualondë then abandoning the rest of our people to come here and serve that Maiar bitch. Her time will come but for now let’s finish him off,” one of the others said.

“Look, he’s awake. Let have some fun,” the first one said.

One of the elves came around in front of Celeborn and yanked his head up by his hair.

“Glad to see you are awake again, we were getting impatient. We want to have a little fun and your ass is fine enough to do nicely. By the way, just so you will know who is who as we take you, I am Celegorm, the one behind you impatient to shove himself up your ass is Caranthir, and he is Curufin,” he said pointing to the elf before the fire.

Then Celeborn felt a pain unlike any he had ever felt before as Caranthir mounted him and started pounding away as hard and fast as he could. Celeborn felt himself begin to fade, as do all elves who are raped, but then his eyes flew open in shock. Suddenly he felt a mouth on his member sucking him to hardness despite the pain of what they were doing to him.

‘No this couldn’t be happening to him,’ he thought as his body betrayed him. They were going to make sure he didn’t fade due to being raped. They were going to force him to survive. Celeborn felt the one finish and the other take his place as Celegorm continued to suck him to climax. As the second one began to assault him he felt himself come in Celegorm’s mouth. He started to cry as the enormously of what they were doing to him struck.

Celeborn lost track of time as he was continuously raped. Every once in a while, one of the Fëanorians would suck or stroke him to completion to keep him from fading. They would take breaks during which he watched them eat and drink while they beat him with the lashes or whip. Eventually Celeborn’s body could no longer take the continual punishment and he passed out and could not be revived. Unknown to him, as he lay there unconscious, the Fëanorians took his large axe and used it to break both of his ankles and legs. The Fëanorians departed laughing leaving Celeborn tied to the table with the cabin door open so any could find him, be it elf or beast.

It was King Elwë who found him several days later. His wife had guided him to the cabin his nephew lay in but weather had hampered them and delayed their arrival. Only the king entered the cabin having been warned by his wife that Celeborn was in a sad way. Seeing how his nephew had been left to die in agony and the evidence of the rape, Elwë was finally able to understand the anger behind a kin slaying. Cutting Celeborn loose from his bonds and laying him gently on the floor, he covered him with his cape and called to his guards to make a litter to carry his nephew home. He prayed to the Vala to let Celeborn live but did not expect it for rarely did one live after being raped.

Queen Melian and the Lady Artanis tended to Celeborn as he lay unconscious in the healing quarters for two months battling infection and the darkening of his fëa. When he finally did wake, he was despondent and refused meals and company. Finally the Queen ordered the healers and Lady Artanis out and spoke with Celeborn. He has never revealed what she said to him but slowly he recovered. The Lady Artanis stayed by his side and he renamed her Galadriel. As time passed the mental scars healed enough and he was able to take Galadriel as his wife. When the Sons of Fëanor attacked Dior at Doriath, it was by Celeborn’s hand that Celegorm and Caranthir died. He then escaped the city with the princess Elwing and the Simaril ensuring that the Fëanorians never gained possession of the jewel except at the cost of their lives.

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THE END

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