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Tales Only Whispered (NC-17)

04 April 2004 | 6339 words | Work in Progress

Part VII: You Are Mine

I met her in the Houses of Healing. She often went there to visit her mother. The poor woman was ill beyond any chance of recovery. And I, I had to visit the Houses of Healing nearly every week because of the injuries Father inflicted on me.

Her name was Alanna I found out after a couple of weeks of shy smiles between us. And after a few more weeks we had a stroll in the vast gardens of the Houses of Healing after her visits to her mother. Her small delicate hand found her way into mine as we went along. She knew the names of all the flowers we passed and she loved it, when I told her the elfish names for them. As we said good bye in the late afternoon she stole a shy kiss from me.

In spite of the worries about her mother she always had such a cheerful smile on her face whenever we met and she made me smile, too. I was happy then, despite of my miserable life.

The last time we met, however, there was no smile on her beautiful face. No, it swam with tears. Her mother had died that morning. I felt helpless. I didn’t know how to comfort her. So I just sat by her side, stroking her long blonde hair. I don’t remember how many hours passed like that. But the sun stood already very low, as she looked at me. Let’s go outside into the gardens, she said. I nodded. And we went on our usual stroll…

So, will we meet again? Now, that I no longer have a reason to visit the Houses of Healing? Her large blue eyes gazed at me. I did not answer but put my arms around her. We stood in this close embrace for several minutes. I think at that moment I really fell in love with her. We will meet again, se finally said and then our lips locked for a deep kiss. Good bye, I whispered as we finally broke away from each other. She wave as she left the gardens and I waved back with a sad smile on my lips.

He already waited for me as I entered the private wing of the palace. I have watched you, you dirty whore! His punch came so quickly I couldn’t react. I was thrown against the wall. How could you kiss that girl? He shouted at me. His hands closed around my throat. Dirty whore! He shouted again. I tried to say something in defence but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even breathe! Did he want to kill me? I tried to pull away from his iron grip. I gave him a pleading look. Please, Father… I can’t breathe anymore. … Please. But it seemed he didn’t think about loosening his grip. A strange humming sound started to fill my head and black spots danced in front of my eyes. He is killing me. By the Valar he is really going to kill me!

I must have passed out, because as I woke I lay naked on my father’s bed. I saw him standing in front of the portrait of my mother. I know you loved him. No matter what you said to me, your eyes always told me the truth. You loved Thorongil. And you withered away because he left you. But you were mine. You belonged to me. Never would I have given you up. My Finduilas.

F…Father? He looked at me. And you are the same! He is eyes were like ice. What are you talking about? I asked weakly. That girl! I saw you kiss her! He pulled me up at my hair. Father, I whispered again. He slapped me hard across the face. You are a whore! He shouted as he threw me back on the bed. My Finduilas. My Faramir. But I will teach you!

He undressed and came onto the bed. He took a bruising grip on my thighs as he pulled me close. Father! I cried in pain as he thrust hard inside me. Without warning. Without preparation. I felt something tear inside my body. Burning hot pain. Father! Please! Shut up, whore! You are mine. He thrust hard with each word Always remember. YOU ARE MINE. The thrusts became more and more violent. Fire shot through my lower body. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced. I was crying. I was pleading. But Father was merciless. YOU ARE MINE. He repeated over and over again. Never forget. YOU ARE MINE…

Finally, after what seemed like hours to me darkness came and engulfed me…

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