Title: Betrayal
Author: Elizabeth ([email protected])
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Betrayal 2
By Elizabeth
Boromir's breathing began to soften in the coming dawn, the dew settling on the ground, the night creatures retreating before the coming sun, and Legolas struggling with his bonds. The air began to warm in the white light; the dampened forest sparkled as though it had no knowledge of the night's atrocities.
Legolas let out a cry of frustration. The bleeding had ceased over most of his body though a river of warmth still flowed freely from his wrists and ankles as he tried desperately to free himself. He could feel the granules of dirt embedding themselves into his already throbbing wounds, and the only thoughts that passed through his mind were that of him picking Boromir apart piece by piece. The young archer's eyes glowed with anger and the thought of hearing the screams of the Man of Gondor.
With one last painful cry, Legolas's arms and legs were free. Trying to stand proved useless though the Elven Prince was able to salvage most of the rope used to keep him captive. Slowly, Legolas made his way to where Boromir had fallen, wincing with every movement,
dragging himself across the dampened ground, eyes lit with the blaze of revenge.
Slowly he tied Boromir's wrists together and then to the same tree he was tied to. The task was difficult and took all of Legolas's strength, but the effort was well worth it. Boromir had begun to stir. His breathing became quicker, like he was having a nightmare of some kind, and he thrashed about every now and then. Then Legolas lay still, watching the traitor Boromir, and gaining back all the strength he could summon.
Though Legolas's body continued to try and revolt against him, he finally stood. With every step a small whimper escaped his lips though he tried to hold it back. He finally located the pile that was his clothing. Sifting through its remains, he found some of the Lembas from Lothlorien… crushed yet edible. He ate as much as he found, regaining much of his previous strength and stamina though the pain persisted. His task was now much easier to achieve.
A sound came from Boromir, some movement, and Legolas looked over at him and smiled. Boromir no longer looked wild and possessed; he looked like a scared child. He lay silent, looking on at the young elf in amazement. Legolas stood before him, naked, with all the
cuts, bruises, and welts he had been gifted with by his companion, now caught in his own trap. Legolas lifted his arms and spun around for Boromir to see.
Legolas walked slowly back to where Boromir lay and crouched down low next to him. The Elven Prince began to remove what was left of Boromir's clothing, slowly, kindly. Boromir looked at his companion apologetically, "Please forgive me dear Legolas, I had no control.
It was not my doing. I beg you, release me…"
A tear escaped Boromir's eyes, the brave warrior now shaking in fear. Legolas looked at him, amused. "And, *dear* Boromir, this is not *my* doing…"
Legolas finished his work, casting aside the warrior's last shred of dignity. Again he rose and began to collect some *necessary* items. He found the Horn of Gondor, Boromir's sword, and a few miscellaneous tree-branches. These items he dropped at Boromir's head, smiling.
Boromir screamed in anguish as his own sword cut into his chest. Several more cuts were made before Legolas lifted the sword high over his head, smiled, and sent the flat-edge plummeting down onto Boromir's chest. This the Elf-Prince repeated again and again in
time with the warrior's cries and screams. Then he threw the sword aside and bent over, turning Boromir prone.
"Please! I beg you!" Boromir's pleas were only heard by the dirt and blood that he now laid face down in, weeping. Legolas, never hesitating, picked up two of the larger tree branches he collected and began to beat Boromir with them.
Boromir could feel the warmth from his own blood beneath him, and the pain from the tree's limbs above him. He cried out for mercy, but went unheeded or unheard, he could not tell. Now too, the welts were bursting open on his back, and the blood spilt over his sides. Legolas stopped.
Boromir's body jolted as he felt the end of something hard and cold enter him from behind. His breath caught in his throat, he knew what Legolas was doing. Fiercer and quicker now, Legolas thrust as much of the Horn of Gondor into Boromir as he could, his own pain still
wracking his body but the screams of his prisoner egging him on. And Boromir did scream, louder with every thrusting of the Horn of Gondor.
Finally Legolas stopped. Boromir lay prone, shaking and whimpering, wishing for the end of his torment. The elf cared not. Again something entered Boromir from behind, warm this time. Boromir heard a cry of pain escape Legolas's lips, heard him whimper. It was almost a ray of hope for Boromir though Legolas did not stop. Indeed, he went faster and thrust himself in harder. Soon the air rang with the sounds of pain, Legolas and Boromir screaming together in the early dawn.
At last the Elf Prince let out a cry of pleasure, shuddering, and he grasped and clawed at Boromir's back. Legolas fell onto Boromir, breathing hard, still shaking from his release and the pain from the night before still coursing through his body. Boromir lay still, silently crying to himself…
Notes:
Lembas is a small wafer of bread made by the Elves of Lothlorien that helps to restore strength and stamina. One wafer is good for about three meals. Everyone in the Fellowship receives several leaves of Lembas in Lothlorien in the books.
TBC in Part 3