Title & Chapter Number: Sins of the Father 1/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me `cept the carpal tunnel…and various bizarre action figures. No elves were harmed during this Fic…and I do not test on animals.
Warnings: Violence, self mutilation, unresolved pain
Betas: Nope
Cast: Orophin/ OFC
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nada
Summary: Orophin is caught up in the fear of a backward Human village and pays a high price for his heritage and his father's past.
Notes: This plot centers around a storyline developed by myself and EmberVixen..involving the fate of the Lorien Brother's parents.. Vhaelvyren is Embers own creation... as the former March Warden and father of Haldir, Orophin and Rumil...
Orophin stood over him, a sour look of displeasure plastered across his face. Grabbing Rumil by the tunic he slammed him against the trunk of the tree, his face looming close, a snarl curling across his lips. The young Galadhrim closed his eyes, anticipating the blow that was sure to come, but instead his face was pinched in a vice like grip, as he was slammed against the trunk again.
"Look at me, you little wretch..." Orophin's voice was thick with rage, his body shaking. Rumil swallowed hard, he had not meant to intrude on his brother, in fact, the farther away he kept himself the better. But he had been hungry, and thought that none would miss a few berries if he was quick and quiet. What he had come upon though in the darkened woods behind the talan, held him still and rooted, unable to move or breathe. Orophin sat crouched naked in the moonlight, his arms cut and bleeding , the silver flash of a blade rending his pristine skin, as crismson life gushed forth, running in small rivers to the earth.
Rumil must have gasped, for Orophin turned, his face a hideous mask of pain and pleasure and rose to his feet. The young Elf backed away from the advancing Galadhrim, slamming hard into a Mallorn that had been at his back. Orophin was upon him before he could move, pinning him to the tree with bloodied arms.
"Forget what you saw here... it is not your business." A rancid smell of sweat and spent lust assaulted Rumils senses, rising from his brothers skin like a miasma of illness. Rumil forced down the bile in his stomach, trying not breathe lest he vomit from both the fear and the smell. Orophin's eyes had a distant look about them, and Rumil flinched and slammed his head back against the tree as his brother brought the flat of the sticky blade to trail along his cheek.
Leaning close to his ear, Orophin rasped, "Go back to bed little brother, and do not speak of this, ever, or you will have to deal with me." Orophin released his hold on the frightened Elf, and Rumil all but tripped over himself in his haste to be away.
As soon as his brother was out of sight Orophin dropped to the ground his dagger plunging into the soft earth at he base of the tree over and over again. Rage and disgust boiled over as stabbed incessantly at the dark loam, the blood from his arms anointing the soil with ribbons of red.
"NO!!!!!!" The young Warden's voice shrieked in to the night, startling the birds from their nearby roosts to noisily take flight.
Falling into an exhausted heap, Orophin let the mithril blade drop from his dirty fingers and curled his body around the base of the tree. He could not at this moment hate himself more.
She was right... he WAS evil... he was despicable... just like his father... he did not deserve happiness.... he only brought despair... Even Rumil... sweet Rumil, was terrified of him... his own flesh... perhaps it was for the best...
Orophin closed his eyes tightly, tears of grief and self loathing streaking his face. The dirt stung in the wounds of his arms... and there was barely any skin upon his palms... Pain was all he had left... she had taken everything else away.
The wood was quiet, nothing dared to disturb his agony... lightheaded and utterly spent... Orophin slipped from consciousness... his body and mind merciful in its numbed abandonment...
~*~*~*~
Orophin shifted upon the high branch within the cover of the huge oak. His legs were tingling for having spent so much time in one position, but even his discomfort could not tear him away from the object of his rapt attention.
She had spent the better part of the morning tending to her small vegetable garden, rolling up her sleeves and walking barefoot among the rows of beans and beets. She loved the feel of the earth between her toes, the radiating warmth from the sun that was captured within the dark soil soothed her and made her feel somehow connected to the source of life. Her basket brimming with her harvest, the young woman made her way towards the end of the row, the midmorning sun glaring in her eyes as she set the basket upon a grassy knoll. Though it was still early in the day, she had been at work since the sky had lightened and she found herself longing for a bit of shade in which to close her eyes for but a moment before her mother found her and set to another task.
Smoothing her sleeves, she sought out the large oak at the edge of the plot where her family had set their garden. It large branches spanned gracefully, affording a cooling shadow in which to rest a weary body... even if it was only for a stolen moment.
Sliding down the roughened bark, the young woman sighed as a light breeze lifted the stray tendrils of her auburn hair from her neck setting them to dance and curl about her face as if they had life of their own. Swatting them away and curling her legs beneath her skirts she closed her eyes... only for the briefest of moments...
Orophin held his breath daring not even to blink lest he be spotted lurking about. If Haldir knew he was even near this human village, he would have duty for the next year solid and then some. He was not quite sure why his brother was so wary of human contact and he did not even think to question him on the subject for once Haldir had his mind set there was no discussion to follow. It simply was. Ever since their father had disappeared Orophin had looked to his older brother for guidance, but the duties of the newly appointed March Warden left little time for heart to heart chats let alone much conversation at all. Rumil and he were pretty much left to their own devices.
The young warden laid his cheek upon the cool bough and listened to the thrum of the tree as it told him stories. Mostly about the other trees and how there were always trying encroach upon the oaks territory and how the birds kept building nest after annoying nest within its branches... Orophin pretended to listen to the arbor's prattle, but mostly he just watched... Watched as a breeze lifted the delicate ringlets of copper from the woman's slender neck with unseen fingers, and set them to tremble in the current. Watched as her eyes slipped closed, shading their verdant hue from the glare of the day, and setting her seemingly to drift in a restful daydream.
A sigh floated from the woman's relaxed body, as she drew in a cleansing breath, her lips parting as she drifted further into sleep oblivious to her audience. She would only rest here for a few moments... that's all... just a few...
Orophin saw them fall as if in slow motion, and even with his sharp Elven reflexes, he was not able to catch the acorns before they plummeted towards their target. Wide-eyed and helpless, he could only watch as the miniscule nuts pelted the poor youngling startling her from her reverie.
Covering her head from the assault, the woman jumped to her feet and glared up into the tree, thinking to find an obnoxious squirrel or chattering jay behind the storm of projectiles, but what met her squinting gaze caused her breath to catch and her heart to pound in her chest. For a moment she did not know quite what to do. It seemed there was a man in her tree, and she was quite certain that he had been watching her. If she screamed then no doubt her father would come running with half the village and of course then her mother would come as well... and then she would not hear the end about how lazy girls who fall asleep under trees deserve what they get.
No she couldn't scream... and well on second look the man seemed quite harmless, his blue eyes sparkling like rain in a barrel on a sunny day, his long silvered hair shining almost ethereally in the dappled light as it filtered through the leaves…
The woman blinked hard, thinking perhaps she was still dreaming, but when she opened her eyes, the golden beauty was still there, but this time he was smiling, a smile brighter and more gentle than any man in her village... than any man at all for that matter...
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