Title & Chapter Number: Sins of the Father 9/?
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 tried to focus, but a salty sting assaulted his vision, leaving him only able to squint. Sticky warmth trickled out of the corner of his swollen lips, the tang of his own blood metallic upon his tongue as he convulsively swallowed against the putrid cloth that gagged him. A sharp pain radiated from his temple and he resisted the urge to move his head as nausea began to crawl up his throat. The Elf had ceased to struggle and was now bound tightly to a thick wooden pole, his fingers numb and helpless behind him. He had not given in so easily though and more than one of his captors bore worse injuries than he, but all his resistance had earned him was sudden unconsciousness and tighter bindings.
"Oh look, its awake..." a rasping voice drifted up from his feet and Orophin strained to pull the owner into view. "Perhaps you didn't hit him hard enough Corm," spat another voice, this time from behind. Filthy blood stained hands grabbed Orophins face roughly and turned him to meet the soot blackened visage of whom the Elf could assume to be the one called Corm. Masking the pain Orophin tried hard to hold the large man's eyes with his own, but soon slumped against his restraints when his head was shoved back hard against the solid of the post.
"Problem solved," muttered Corm as he went back to stacking wood around the Elf's feet, " He won't be any trouble now."
Orophin had no idea how much time had passed, but when unconscious thought began to merge with the stark pain of reality he jerked forward and had he not been still secured to the post he would surly have fallen to his knees. Daylight was quickly fading from the sky and with it the warmth of the sun. Orophin's body trembled slightly, though perhaps more from dehydration and pain than actual chill. Swallowing hard, the Elf tried to ease the parch in his throat, but his tongue had begun to swell from the gag making him choke with the effort.
The Galdrhims struggle for air roused the guard from his contemplation's and he pulled himself away from the small fire he was tending to get a better look at his captive. He had never really seen an Elf first hand, though the stories of the Eldar were indeed part of his learning. Still, his interest was piqued and the closer he got to the incandescent being, the more interested he became.
"Well, well," he purred lifting Orophins chin with the flat of his blade. " Look what I have here... " The guard cautiously circled the bound Elf, noting with a slippery grin the fine curve of the Galdrhims jaw and the obscenely delicious way in which the gag parted his perfectly bowed lips.
Brazenly the guard ran the back his hand across the bruised paleness of Orophin's cheek, trailing the point of his blade down the length of the Galdrhims body and quite delighting in the tremble it illicited.
"Ahhhh. will be ashame to waste such a beautiful creature as yourself, " murmured the guard, pressing so close to Orophins body that the Elf could barely breath from the odor. Meaty fingers toyed with the tips of his ears, fingering the points with perverted dalliance. The Galadrhim jerked away from the intimate pawing, a low growl rumbling from behind clenched teeth.
The guard chuckled at the Elf's feral response and leaned closer to the captive Eldar, nipping the swollen lips with his teeth.
"Come now, " he breathed against Orophins mouth, his free hand coming to wrap tightly in the tangled silver silk of the Elf's hair.
"I usually have no complaints." The smirking guard moved the pommel of the sword to stroke against Orophin's groin. " If you play nice, I might even remove your gag..., " he continued moaning aganist the Elf's soft neck.
"I certainly think not!" boomed a commanding voice from just outside the shadows, making the guard stop mid-nuzzle.
Orophin took the opportunity to wrench his head free from the guards grimy fingers and crack him squarely upon forehead with his own.
The stunned guard gasped and fell away from the seething Galadrhim, covering the swelling lump upon his head with the palm of his hand.
"And that is precisely why......" Muttered the other, as he warmed his hands by the small fire.
"You will be sorry for that Elf....." spat the guard ,picking up his fallen weapon.
Orophin flattened himself against the post determined not to let this disgusting example of humanity garner any satisfaction from him. Fear or otherwise.
"Put that away arse for brains", warned the guard at the fire, " They are approaching with the child, and unless you wish to join the dead I suggest you leave the Elf alone."
The guard hesitated for a brief moment before moving closer to the glaring Galadrhim, his fingers tracing the edge of the Elf's jaw.
"Pity......" he whispered softly and then kneed Orophin squarely between the legs, before striding away to join his comrade by the fire.
Orophin doubled over, his body begging to slip into the relief of unconsciousness again. No.. he would not give them the satisfaction. Panting, he straightened himself as best as he could and rested his cheek against the cool of the wood.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw them approach; a long procession of villagers , and in their midst they carried a bier with a small white wrapped bundle.
Hannath..... Orophin's mind finally pieced together the nightmare that it so desperately wanted to bury.
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It had not taken Haldir long to agree with Rumil that they could not leave Orophin to deal with the humans on his own and together they had ridden off after the young Warden.
Orophin was not difficult to track, in fact, his rate of speed and his obvious burden made him more clumsy and therefore quite easy to follow. Rumil had wanted immeadiatly to head his brother off, but Haldir had reminded him that Orophin was acting on blind emotion and would probably not listen to reason. It would be best to follow him and hope that he was able to handle the situation himself, but be closeby if necessary.
A few miles out, the brothers abandoned the horses so as to not alert Orophin should he feel thier approach. Despite his mindset , he was still a Galadrhim and the vibration of hoofbeats would surely betray thier presence.
With silent strides they reached the edge of the village taking care to keep themselves well hidden within the bramble of the surrounding wood. Raised jeering voices could be heard coming from the clearing just beyond the trees and Haldir crouched low and peered from the cover of the treeline almost afraid as to what he might see.
A large group of human males had massed in the area and seemed very intent upon something at thier feet, kicking and shoving it without care.
" Not so pretty now is he?" snorted one of the tormentors as his foot struck its mark again. Cheers and hoots of encouragement rumbled up form the gathered participants.
" Thats enough! Another voice boomed above the rabble, stilling the assault.
"Let him be....bind him and be on your way"
One of the more vocal participants gave the victim yet another kick and was soon met by the point of a blade at his throat.
" Unless you would like to join him, I suggest you do as you were instructed and be on your way," commanded the other stepping between the crowd and the body on the ground.
" He murdered one of our own," retorted one of the Men, " surely you cannot deny us this retaliation"
The man with the sword narrowed his eyes and levelled his weapon at the other encroaching villagers.
"His fate is not yours to decide....His life or death will be decided by the child's family alone. That is our custom and you WILL abide by it or forfeit your life as well.." Reaching down at his feet , the Man turned Orophins head with the tip of his boot.
" Now bind him...before he wakes and we find ourselves at quite a disadvantage."
Haldir felt Rumil tense at his back as thier brother's dire situation was revealled and reached quickly to restrain the reacting Galadrhim.
" No Rumil, " he breathed, holding fast to the Elfs bow arm, " We must wait., he will surely die if we react..." The Galdrhrim tried to shift out of his brother's grasp.
" He will surely die if we do NOT" ,countered the Elf , his eyes widening in panic.
Haldir grabbed the young warden by the shoulders and held him fast.
" He is not dead yet. Rumil...and if we wish to keep him that way we are going to have to wait for the opportune moment." Haldir released him when he felt the youngster relax, though somehow his words failed to convince himself..
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