Fan Fiction ❯ Arwen's spirit ❯ Fate intervense ( Chapter 4 )

Arwen's spirit

By BJ_Blatzkowitz

Chapter 4-Fated realisation

Elrond was very worried. It was nearly two weeks since he heard from the convoy that escorted his daughter to Lorien. Many scouts, even Aragorn and his twin sons, Elrohir and Elladan, couldn't find her. He suspected that Fate was playing a cruel fate for her as she left almost on the same day as her mother did and the last time he heard her was on the same day her mother sent her last eagle to him. He hoped that Fate didn't replay her mother's fate to his daughter. He turned back to his sons, which shook their heads in sorrow. He had to find her.

Arwen woke up to the sound of footstep coming to her cell. She was now very accustomed to the sound of it. The only orcs that came down were the captain and the lieutenant to check up on her. The captain had extreme interest in her body while the other was more interested in the state of her cell, making sure that it fitted her. The next few days saw her getting another stool for the shower room and more buckets of water for her use. But this was off setted with the extinguishing of her lantern but the lantern returned with a fresh fuse on it. She looked at the cell now. It had come a long way since her initial capture, with the new shower room. She figured it was now nearly two weeks since the ambush and the captain was looking her after; who seemed to worship her. The orc captain became more of a protector of her, rather than a bloodthirsty orc. She began to recognise the change in this orc, loving something that was contrary to his nature. Almost every time he came down into the cell, she sometimes thanked him. But she wondered if her thanks were enough. She thought of the things that could, but one in particular was always prominent. Having sex with him. She dismissed the impure thoughts of having sex with him every time he entered her cell almost immediately. She only did to him once and that was enough. She didn't want to get closer than necessary.

Norgrat was fully enjoying the elf woman's company. She totally obeyed whatever challenge he put in her place. She was almost under his grasp. But he knew that the supplies of the dreaming water would run out and it was the only way of preserving her this long. But she was fully accustomed with his presence, with soft thanks of gratitude. Her reluctance to have sex with him again, however, caused him to be sexually frustrated. Now, every thought strayed on having sex or even raping her till she died. The one time was out of necessity for the elf. With her nearly under his grasp, he had to do it before she died out on him. He grunted his orders to his scouts to keep an eye out for any elven rescue party. He headed down to release his sexual pressure.

Arwen was doing her washing as she decided that the dress needed a good touch-up. Stripping out of everything, she slowly washed the corset to rid it of the sweat and cum stuck on it. She had finished with the sundress and the purple dress. She was focusing so much on her washing, that she didn't hear the grate opening. Only the closing creaking of the grate caused her to turn around. The orc captain was there in front of her. His eyes travelled over her nude form. She reached for the blanket near the table, wrapping it around her, covering her notable features.

Norgrat feasted his eyes for the time he had on her nude form. Her delicate body radiated a sense of peace and freshness that could rival the sky. This only lasted for a few seconds, ending with her wrapping the blanket around her. He felt a growing pressure in his pants, fearing that it could blow out of proportion. He hoped that she didn't notice this unfortunate thing.

Arwen noticed his constant squirming and also the increasing bulge in his pants. This could only mean one thing, that he needed some sexual release. She knew that this would come; it was a long time since she did it with him.

Norgrat advanced on her, noticing that she didn't put up a struggle. He looked into her eyes and noticed the familiarity in them. She looked back with the same resistance on the same day she was brought in. He gagged at her determination and the beauty she radiated from her. Slowly stripping off his armour and clothes, he deliberately whipped off the towel with a smooth movement. She tried to cover her features, but she allowed him to see as her hope for redemption was fading after every touch he did to her. He began to stroke her hair, while roughly kissing her on the mouth. At first, Arwen reviled his motion of kissing her, but then relaxed into the passion that came from it. His tongue nearly pried her mouth open. With his fierce struggling, she gave in and opened her mouth, allowing him to taste the inside of her mouth.

Norgrat tasted her saliva with a parched thirst. She tasted like honey to him, compared to his foul saliva coating her mouth. Breaking off the kiss, he saw a string of saliva that fell on her breasts. He kissed his way down to her breasts, not caring for her reaction.

Arwen had tasted his foul saliva when he kissed her, but his kissing led her down the dark path. She knew that it was uncommon to have an offspring from an elf and a human but she wondered if an offspring is possible from an orc and an elf. But from her father's lore, she knew this wasn't possible as orcs were born in birthing pits underground. Thus it took out the reason on how orcs were born but this questioned the reason why the orcs needed these private areas. She deduced that they were meant to give off sexual desire for the orcs and to have those `manly' things to brag about. She focused back to the present; the temptation of pleasure beckoned her as she allowed him to kiss his way down her body. She arched her body, getting him to touch, taste and feel every part of it. Now doomed for all eternity, she knew all ways of redemption was over. The orc soon stopped and sat on the stool. Her eyes now focused on the long member that emerged from his nether regions. Guessing it was nearly twelve and half inches, she wondered how she could fit him in, and especially with the thickness he had. He beckoned to her, the desire to make love burning stronger than before. She slowly turned to her fear, steeling herself to do the thing she hated and lusted for.

Norgrat looked at her, her silky yet firm thighs inches from his face. She slowly got onto position over his member. He shuddered with anticipation as he saw her steel herself to take in his huge member. Radiating enough pride of burn a village easily, he felt a moist and tight wrap as she lowered onto him. He gasped as the emotions overflowed, nearly causing him to lose it. But he was ready to do it without blowing it already.

Arwen whimpered as the huge member pushed at her walls, stretching it to its maximum limit. She got about halfway in before she stopped, the fullness of it delaying her. Before she knew it, the orc roughly took her shoulders and jammed the rest of him into her. She arched her back in both pain and pleasure from the fullness of him. The orc smiled at her before establishing his rhythm. Arwen wondered how long she could last. Her moaning caused him to speed up his rhythm. And with that, he began slamming his member more and more fiercely. She whimpered harder and sweat poured down her body. Norgrat saw her intense moaning from his fucking. Soon he doubled his efforts and began slamming into her, giving her no quarter for any breathing space. Arwen arched her back; a lingering moan escaped her lips, causing her to cum. But the orc kept slamming into her, causing her to cum again after the first. He wasn't spent so she came again and again. Nearly spent and approaching unconsciousness, she tried to keep focus until the orc release his cum, shooting deep into her cunt. Her legs turned to jelly, making her unable to get away from the furious assault on her lower body. She didn't care of the consequences that were screaming out to her or even how her life will be the same after this. Screaming out her desires, she held onto him, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and her legs locking around his waist, cumming hard for the last time. The orc toppled backwards, causing both of them to hit the floor. Arwen snuggled up to him, freeing her mind and her body.

Norgrat was spent, his heavy breathing returning back to normal. He saw the elf holding onto him as if he was her protector. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her smooth back, taking in her fragrant smell of their lovemaking and some remnants of her perfume in her hair. Stroking her hair, he noted it was similar to a spider's web's silk. He loved every minute he was with her and paid it with having sex with her. The combined fluids trickled down the place where they were still connected. Loving the silky hold of her around and on him, he decided to remain where he was before he had to go up. Before long, he had cooled down and had to see what his scouts were up to. Giving her a light kiss on the head, he slowly pulled out, her pussy leaking some out before he wiped himself clean. Giving her blanket a quick wash, he placed it over her and carried both to the mattress. He gently placed his fragile load onto the blanket, not disturbing her. Opening the grate, he replayed what had happened over and over in his mind.

Arwen heard the gate opening before his retreating footsteps thundered down the hall. She slowly got her stiff legs up to her chin. Her thoughts now occupied the fact that she did to him, how would the others react. At once, she remembered the reason why her mother went over onto the Undying Lands. Her mother only told her what happened when she was captured. The orc captain forced on her to have sex and worshipped her and her body. Arwen wondered if fate was giving her a chance to experience what her mother went through. She knew it was neither good nor bad. But the experience had changed her, completely. Slowly, she got up and had only taken a few steps before she held onto the wall. The last fuck she did caused her legs to become numb. With her remaining will, she stumbled her way into the shower room. Drawing a rag, she washed off the juices that were drying on her pubic hair and around her pussy. She replayed the scene in her mind, loved the feeling of being violated and the grunts that signalled his release. Her doomed love for him only made her think more about him. She sighed her pain before continuing to ritually washing herself clean.

Norgrat soon appeared and took notice of the serious look of his group. The news of the scouts brought chills up his spine. A group of elven hunters had been spotted near the barrows. Some of the scouts tried to fight them, only to be easily dispatched. Only a handful had returned from that slaughter. This meant that they had given away their position. His lieutenant looked at him.

"Curse you and your feelings for the elf. Now she had brought trouble on us." Norgrat snapped and reached out. His hand snapped around the lieutenant's neck while plummeting him against the wall.

`So what of my feelings for the elf? We have some time before they come here anyway. I'm the captain here. You better watch yourself." He released his grip on him before turning to his group. He nodded to them and almost immediately; they began packing their things. Norgrat thought for a second before he descending to the lower levels.

Arwen had finished purifying herself and stood up. Drying herself, she felt new strength in her body. She was drying herself when the orc she knew opened the door. She rushed up to him, wrapping her arms around him. He grinned at her before he steeled himself for the bad news.

"A group of elven hunters are coming here." Arwen looked at him with surprise. It seemed her father hadn't given up on hope. She smiled at him before noting the look of fear in his eyes.

"My group must flee before they reach here and slaughter us." She couldn't believe what she heard. Looking in his eyes saw the look of hopelessness and the fear of being apart. He looked at her before he continued.

"I can protect you from my boys. If you promise me that you will not tell them the fucking we did with each other and our position, then my boys can rest easy." She lowered her head in defeat. This meant a long goodbye from both of them. Knowing her decision, she looked at his eyes before nodding her head.

Norgrat looked at her and kissed her. But this kisses seemed to last an age. Arwen kissed fiercely, knowing that this will be their last. She looked at him.

"I won't forget you. You have brought new life to me. If only you had something to give me to remind you." Arwen looked at him sadly before an idea struck her.

"Do you have any vials with you?" He produced a glass one that was from her guardians. The vial had a similar shape to the one that would be given to Frodo later. She emptied the contents into the night soil bucket before she looked at him with absolute desire. Slowly inserting the vial into her pussy, she began stroking her nub. The cum ran down her thighs with most going into the vial. She kept doing this before she gave a loud scream to signal her release. She noticed it was nearly full. Putting the stopper on, she breathed into it. The cum soon glowed with a gentle light. Staggering over the bucket of drinking water, she washed the remnants of her cum that flowed over the vial. Drying it on the blanket, she presented it to the captain.

"Wherever you go, you have this to remember me by. This can give you courage and the memory of both of our desires when we did it." He took the vial as if it was delicate and gently put it into his belt pouch. She gave him one last hug and kiss before he disappeared with the door open. Quickly she began dressing with her corset and sundress put on with fluid motion. The last dress stopped a bit before she put it on. Reaching for the boots, she fitted her feet gently into them. She went around the cell in bare feet and began to get used to the boots. Taking a last look at her `home' for the past few days, she rushed up the stairs.

She noticed the group was gone and saw the hunters coming towards her. She waved at them and they hurried up into the barrow. Instantly, she recognised her brothers in them.

"Elrohir. Elladan. I'm over him." They double-timed up the hills to find her. Both embraced her when they found the barrow she was in.

"Sis, you look well. Were you hurt or anything?" Elladan asked. He was the one with the most responsibility out of them three. Elrohir looked at him, not getting the idea. She shook her head.

"No, the orcs were nice to me. They looked out for me when I was their hostage." Elladan looked at her with a look of surprise and confusion on it. She laughed and took his hand.

"The orcs had a scuffle between them and left me behind, saying that I was the source of their troubles." Elrohir went up to them.

"At least, she saved us the trouble of storming in and rescuing her. She's safe now, isn't that enough? Right brother?" Elladan looked at Elhohir before smiling himself.

"Of course. We'd better get back to Father before he misses us too." All of them soon descended down the hills. Arwen took one last glance at the barrow before she kept going. The orc captain waved good-bye to her. She waved back before joining her brothers. The love affair between them was too strong to be revealed yet. Arwen mused that her father, brothers and Aragorn would not stand for this. This has to remain secret; the only person to know would be herself. She smiled before she kept up with her brothers.

The End

Author's notes: After four chapters, the story of Arwen's spirit comes to an end. It was hard to think of a new situation that Arwen could be in. I decided that a rape scene had to be in there to keep the pace of the story line going. But the scene turned out as well as it should. There will be no more of these chapters unless I change my mind. Read and review. See you in the next fanfics I'm doing now.