Title: Twilight, Heir of Sauron 1/?
Author: Squall Morpheus Leonhart - SquallWinger@hotmail.com
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Orc, later Elrohir/Elladan/Aragorn/Legolas and Glorfindel/Elrond
Rating: R
Summary: Aragorn is raped by a multitude of Uruk-Hai and Orcs but the true intentions of these fiends' master are not just despair but an heir that his daughter had hidden.
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns it all.
Warning: rape (not graphic just implied), incest, graphic violence, lemon, and lots of angst
Rating: R to NC-17
Timeline: Aragorn's youth to the Post-LOTR where the plot takes a deep turn for the better or worst
Authors Note: I tried to keep Aragorn in character as much as I can as well as the others. I never seen anyone explore this region of fiction in LOTR fictions so tell me if you like it. This is my response to a Plot Bunny by Annaliisaa. You wanted something new and original well here it is! Inspired by the Vanessa Carlton song 'Twilight,' I love her! I want some reviews so email me just don't flame me. This is my first LOTR fiction that I have posted!
' ' = Elvish
" "= Common Tongue
^ ^= Black Tongue
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Chapter 1: Will I ever be Healed?
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Hands were on him, hundreds of them, touching him everywhere. They were stretching his legs as cocks were stuffed down his throat. He was helpless; he was only twenty years of age compared to his friends. He was foolish to go into the wild to search out the elves of Mirkwood during their annual Orc hunting. He was supposed to be stronger, he was supposed to be the Heir of Isildur, the Dunedain, the Ranger of the West, the King of Men but he was now a helpless man in the grasps of Uruk-Hai and Orcs made by Sauron long ago during the last age.
He kept pleading, begging to be set free. The once proud man reduced to begging, his fierce spirit now broken at the hands of his soon to be enemy's minions. Yet now the proud mortal son of Rivendell was reduced to a shattered man of spirit. It was agony upon agony as the tension rose. The man knew no one will come to his aid, he had left no trail neither did his captors. Even the elves of Mirkwood and Lorien cannot track them, with this in mind the ranger gave up all hope. He couldn't escape unless a distraction came to the captors but that was impossible and in the Ranger's mind all his skills were melded and blurred.
Soon everything became a blur except for the pain and helplessness he felt. Day after day it was the same always the same routine, walk then rest and rape. He couldn't remember what day it was or how long he was captured; he was trapped in a void, pleading for freedom. Darkness enwrapped as the sun shone above and the moon gazed upon the helpless man. It was all pain until one day during the trip to Mordor, an escort group of the King Thengel came across the black warriors.
Though did not notice the traveling warriors until one of their scouts were killed during their duty. It was the scout's scream that brought the others to the Ranger's captors. During the gruesome battle, the King of Men managed to break free and flee from the battle scene to the woods of Fangorn where he met another man, a scout returning to his king. Noticing the wounds on the Dunedain, the scout brought the shattered man back to his king. The commander of the Orcs fled, not before taking one glance at the Ranger, smirking; the Uruk-Hai disappeared from sight.
"Michel, who is this," asked King Thengel, inspecting unconscious Ranger.
"I do not know sire but I found him in the forest, most likely he was captured and tortured by the one here killed," replied the brunette holding the Ranger on top of his horse. "What shall we do with him?"
"I do not know what horror he has gone through at the hands of these fiends but I do know one thing, we take him with us. No man should go through the terror this one has. We will take good care of him like I would with all my men," responded Thengel, "Place him inside the carriage which holds my dear sister, she is trained in the arts of healing maybe she can do something before we reach our home."
"Yes, sire."
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The ranger opened his eyes to see he was in a stone room. Suddenly he felt hands upon him, many of them. Gasping he pushed them away as he bolted to a sitting position. Huddling into a ball, he wrapped his arms around his knees. He was hyperventilating, he was afraid to even open his eyes. He didn't want to open them. For the first time he wished to be in his mother's arms, wanting her comfort.
When arms wrapped him in an embrace, he raised his head, eyes still closed, when the owner began to speak, "Do not fret, young man, you are among friends." It was a woman speaking with the kindest of voices that rivaled the elves.
"Where am I," asked the Ranger, eyes still closed.
"You are in the Healing houses of the King Thengel. I am his sister, Lylina trained in the arts of healing and who might you me, young sir," asked Lylina.
"My name is Arador," lied the Ranger, he did not want to risk giving his name to anyone, "What day is it?"
"It is the second day since we found you and it is a fortnight passed Midsummer's Day," Arador knew he was now missing for a month, a month of torture and agony at the hands of those fiends.
"Thank you."
"Well Arador, may I ask what happened at the hands of those Orcs," with this Arador whimpered and tried to hide himself into the bedcovers.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Arador shakily and finally opened his eyes to see a maiden with blue eyes and gold spun hair.
"If and when you do, know that I will help you. I have helped others who were in dark situations thankfully my brother is the same kind man like our Father," she smiled and her voice dropped as she whispered into his ear, "You need not lie, Estel. I have friendships with the elves of Lorien. They know you are missing, if you want it I can send a message to them."
At the sound of his true name, Estel lowered his head, "don't, I do not want anyone to know I am here but you can do something for me, show me to your battlements. I want to practice my archery."
"What should I call you, my brother does not know of my friends?" She helped him up and led him to the battlements.
"Arador," whispered Estel, "thank you Lylina, you are kind and I have never seen men or women since my mother."
"You are welcomed, Arador. This I believe is a beginning of a new friendship."
"So do I, Lylina," replied Arador and then thought, 'yet, do I even deserve it?'
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Arador was no longer impulsive youth of Rivendell but became the reclusive Arador. He stayed in the house of Thengel for many a month with Lylina at his side. The two became good friends, which Arador needed when had nightmares from his captivity. The thought of the Uruk-Hai captain alive was enough just to send fear to Arador's veins. Yet he was still magnificent to look at during practice. At times he would play with little Theoden with Lylina like he was before the attack. This time it was Saruman who allied himself with a shadow in the east though that was still unknown.
"Lylina, take Theoden away from here, I'll cover you," yelled Arador, sword in hand.
"Be careful," said Lylina, running with Theoden in her arms to the gates.
Arador slowed down to face the enemy. They were Orcs and Uruk-Hai, many of them. Thengel was away with most of his fleet at Gondor keeping the threat of Mordor at bay. Only so few were able to fight at the Heart of Rohan. Arador would die before seeing the city that nursed him fall. He vowed this. He stopped running and charged to the offending force.
He fought deadly as ever in years given that were given him. Deadly as a lion ready to pounce and protect its kin and pride. All became a trance as he struck left, then right. Thrust, jab, parry and repeat until he saw him, the Uruk-Hai that violated his sleep and conquered his dreams. The captain smirked evilly at him. With a cry, Arador launched himself at him.
"You will pay," sneered Arador but inside was fear and terror. What if the Uruk-Hai captured him once more, will he survive?
These thoughts proved themselves deadly they made him falter. They made him weak. His despair was drowning him once more, this time not at the hands of his foe but at the mere sight of him. Faintly he heard the calls of 'Elendil' and the Elvish war cries. All he heard and saw was this enemy on top of a warg, a large warg. He heard the Uruk-Hai's second calling him Rogrute. Finally a name to match his tormentor.
Arador charged on the Uruk-Hai, jabbing at his mount only to have the warg bit him in the leg. Rogrute sliced Arador's shield-arm, causing him to cry out loud. Arador parried another thrust at his shoulder and managed to scratch Rogrute in the thigh. Yet he could not dodge the spear that pierced his shoulder. He tried to hit Rogrute again but all soon became a blur as his blood began to go down his chest in floods. The only thing that was focused was that Lylina was running to someone and someone was about to hit her with an arrow.
Arador sluggishly ran to her and took the blow and collapsed to the ground. Rogrute followed him and grabbed him once more and placed him upon his mount. Then he quickly commanded the army to retreat, saying they had what they wanted. Lylina yelled at her brother to stop Rogrute but instead it was a rain of arrows that prevented the Uruk-Hai from fleeing. Yet Rogrute escaped but Arador was dropped along the way, face down about a mile from the battle site. Lylina ran to him with an elf matching her stride, Elrond.
"ARADOR," she screamed as she reached her friend.
Elrond kneeled next to the fallen man and turned him over, he gasped. "Estel…"
"He will be all right, right? He will, I know he will," said Lylina.
"I do not know, my friend but I will do what I can. It was right of me to come and help Thengel," said Elrond, remembering how the king pleaded for assistance, a renewal of the old alliance.
"Can you do anything to help him," asked Lylina worriedly.
"Aye but in spirit I can do no such thing. I have tried the same with my wife of old but to no avail. I will do what I can if what you say the he was indeed captured by Orcs and Uruk-Hai. I can only imagine what he had gone through," said Elrond.
"You doubt my message and my word," exclaimed Lylina.
"It has been too long since I have trusted anyone of the race of Men, Lylina, you I am not sure but you have proven to be trustworthy," replied Elrond, carrying his foster son to his horse, "I will take him to Rivendell, my healers are superb and the best among the Elves. I will send word when he is well."
"Very well, Goodbye, Lord of Imladris," said Lylina as Elrond disappeared from her view.
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"Where am I and what day is it," asked Estel sleepily.
It was the voice of Glorfindel that answered. "It is the first of June and you are in the Last House of Your Father."
Estel bolted up, "WHAT!!!"
"Yes, you are home, young Estel. Lord Elrond brought you here after the battle at Rohan. After healing you, I was to guard you. You will not leave this room until you will be fully healed, both emotionally and physically," said Glorfindel.
"Then I will never leave this room for I will never be healed," sighed Estel.
"And why is that," inquired Glorfindel.
"I will not explain for I do not have the heart left to do so," said Estel, closing his eyes, resigning to his fate.
A knock on the door signaled Elrond's arrival. "You do know that I am here to help you, if you want I will help you heal, Estel?"
"I know but despair is too close to my heart, I fear that I will never be healed," explained Estel.
Elrond reached over to his foster son but he recoiled. "Don't touch me. I am too tainted, I should not be alive."
"You have a greater destiny than what you think, Estel, because of that you have lived. I expect you will someday be. How depends on what you do," said Elrond thoughtfully, motioning Glorfindel to follow him and live Estel alone.
Once they were gone, Estel whispered to no one in particular, "Will I ever be Healed?"