artaresto:

celebrianofthevalley:

artaresto:

“And why is that, sweetheart?”

Celebrian closed her eyes and endured it. But even as her body began to go into shock - her heartbeat racing and lungs struggling for breath - she smiled. He had stopped her ability of speech with his strong hands, and she could only do one thing in this position. Her throat screamed in protest as she spat into his face, her fear dulled by a great sense of satisfaction. He could rape her all he liked, but she would never give him a child.

He stopped at that but instead his fist struck her in the face as a revenge, and then it returned to swipe his own face. “Very well then…”, Orodreth pushed her aside hard, trying to make her lose her balance. “I wonder if your daughter would be more willing.. She is quite pretty.”

“No!”

Celebrian’s cry came out in a strangled voice, raw from Orodreth’s iron grip. She could feel something hot and wet drip down from her nose and she could taste blood in her mouth, and when he pushed her she fell to the floor. But it didn’t matter.

“My lord, please, no, not her,” she begged, crawling to his feet and looking up at him desperately. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, let me, let me-! Forgive me, I lost myself for a moment, please fogive me, it shall never happen again! Let me give you your child, please, let me please you, I will do anything, give you all you have ever wanted! Cousin, sweet cousin, please have me instead!”