The Road To Freedom
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,934
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2
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Chapter 3
Title: The Road To Freedom
Fandom: Gladiator (movie)/Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 3/?
Pairings: None yet
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall
Warnings: Slash, AU for both LoTR and Gladiator
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Maximus makes a request of Proximo that changes his life…again.
A/N: This will not follow the movie. I have changed...a lot of stuff. Therefore, the AU warning.
Maximus tried to put the injured man into a more comfortable position on his cot, knowing that he would be terribly sore for a long time to come. The gladiator had seen many warriors with dislocated limbs, and they generally never returned to active duty once they had healed. They never truly regained use over the affected limb, and it made them useless in battle. He suspected this fellow would probably never walk properly again.
Slowly, Maximus examined the lithe body for other signs of injury. He found that the ankle of the injured leg was also damaged. It looked either broken or badly sprained. Unfortunately, it was so swollen he couldn’t palpate how bad the damage was. Erestor’s upper body was covered in bruises, and his upper back was scraped and very badly bruised. From the looks of things, the beautiful creature had mostly likely fallen from horseback, got his leg caught, and was dragged. Fearing there would be head wounds, Maximus brought his hands through the darkling’s hair, searching for any signs of swelling or gashes. He didn’t discover any wounds, but he did find something peculiar. As his hands brushed the other man’s ears, he was startled to feel that they were pointed. Brushing away dirty ebon locks, Maximus saw that Erestor’s ears were shaped like graceful leaves. Instead of finding the abnormality strange, the gladiator thought it suiting to the visage of the pale beauty. Examining the darkling’s hands, Maximus found that this Erestor was an archer by either trade or sport. His fingers and palms sported the common thick calluses from pulling a bow.
He couldn’t describe the other man as anything other than in-human in his looks. No human he had ever seen was this beautiful. No lady of the court, no nobleman, no blushing maid, or even the Emperor’s sister could compare to this creature’s beauty. It was as if he had been created by the Gods for the simple purpose of being lovely. His facial features were sharp, and they could have been harsh except that they exhibited some slant or orientation that rendered him completely stunning.
“What have I gotten myself into?” the gladiator sighed as he lay down on the blankets he had originally given to Erestor. Struggling to get comfortable on the floor, he decided that he would see what the next day brought.
It was all he could do.
***********************************
Maximus was woken the next morning by the sound of metallic scratching. At first he thought it had just been rodents scurrying from one place to another, but a series of mechanical clicks woke him completely.
Turning toward the sound, the gladiator was astounded to his is visitor from last night kneeling on the ground in front of the door. A small metal pin, like something ladies used to keep their hair in place, was inserted into the lock while the dark haired creature twisted it. More clicking, and the door swung open when the darkling tried the handle. He turned briefly to smile at Maximus and then dashed out the door in flurry of dirty rags and dark hair.
Struggling to free himself of the blanket, the ex-General flung himself out the opened door. “Hey! Hey get back here!” he yelled down the hall and took off in the same direction as the escapee. The warrior was dumbstruck that Erestor could even stand let alone run. His leg should have prevented any kind of walking or escape attempt. He continued to yell while in pursuit of his quarry, stirring up guards and other gladiators. Shortly, there were several people running with him through the complex on the hunt for the darkling.
They rounded the corner into a court yard used for training just in time to see Erestor take a flying leap for the top of the wall. He caught the edge but lost his grip with one hand and his body swung to the side. He almost lost his grip with his other hand, but managed to hang on and tried to swing his other hand up to the ledge again. Maximus sprinted the last distance to the wall and leapt as well to grab the creature around the legs and use his weight to pull the smaller man off of the wall.
A cat-like scream echoed through the yard as Erestor lost his one-handed grip on the wall and fell to the ground with Maximus. The darkling screamed in anger and fought viciously against his captor. The gladiator took several major blows before he managed to brutally elbow the smaller man in his injured hip. Erestor howled in pain and tried to plant his fist in Maximus’ face, but was thwarted as the heavier man finally managed to pin him. He continued to shriek and thrash, seeking any kind of leverage to escape his captor.
“Somebody bring some rope!” Maximus shouted and grunted as some particularly forceful writhing nearly made him lose his grip. It was the work of several men to tame the wildling. Finally, trussed like game for the ovens, Erestor was forcefully made to submit. Glaring heavily at his captors the darkling spat several phrases in the air that, although the group did not understand the language, they knew unequivocally they had just been cursed to Hades and back.
Maximus sat back in the shade provided by a wall and panted in exertion. He had not had a struggle like that in a long time. Few of his fights in the arenas were worthy of his talent, and none of his opponents had the kind of spirit the darkling did. This one was a trained warrior. He fought fast, with precision, and was not above fighting dirty to get what he needed. How he was even moving considering the state of his leg was a mystery. He was either immune to the pain or he was blessed by the Gods with an ability to heal beyond that of mortal men.
The gladiator turned his head to view a disturbance at the entrance to the yard, and smirked as he saw Proximo throwing a fit as he entered.
“I thought I told you idiots to keep that beast chained at all times! You horse shit for brains imbeciles! You were to chain him to the wall in that cell. What part of that don’t you understand? CHAIN HIM TO THE WALL. Who is responsible for this? WHO?!”
The yard was quiet except for the still cursing Erestor. No one was willing to take the punishment for the misdemeanor. Maximus threw his head back and laughed.
Proximo snapped his head around to glare at his favorite gladiator. “What’s so fucking funny?”
Maximus dropped his head but continued to chuckle lightly. “You would turn him into a whore?” the gladiator asked as he gestured to the struggling bundle. “You are the fool. He should be in the gladiator pens.”
The slave-master sputtered and his face turned even redder. Unable to come up with an appropriate response, he stormed from the courtyard. Maximus finally calmed his laughter and stood from his spot in the dirt. Brushing dust from his hands and clothing he paced over to Erestor. The darkling was finally quiet, glaring daggers at the gladiator.
“Get an ankle chain and drive a spike into the ground. We’ll see if this one is worthy of the arena.”
TBC…
Fandom: Gladiator (movie)/Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 3/?
Pairings: None yet
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall
Warnings: Slash, AU for both LoTR and Gladiator
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Maximus makes a request of Proximo that changes his life…again.
A/N: This will not follow the movie. I have changed...a lot of stuff. Therefore, the AU warning.
Maximus tried to put the injured man into a more comfortable position on his cot, knowing that he would be terribly sore for a long time to come. The gladiator had seen many warriors with dislocated limbs, and they generally never returned to active duty once they had healed. They never truly regained use over the affected limb, and it made them useless in battle. He suspected this fellow would probably never walk properly again.
Slowly, Maximus examined the lithe body for other signs of injury. He found that the ankle of the injured leg was also damaged. It looked either broken or badly sprained. Unfortunately, it was so swollen he couldn’t palpate how bad the damage was. Erestor’s upper body was covered in bruises, and his upper back was scraped and very badly bruised. From the looks of things, the beautiful creature had mostly likely fallen from horseback, got his leg caught, and was dragged. Fearing there would be head wounds, Maximus brought his hands through the darkling’s hair, searching for any signs of swelling or gashes. He didn’t discover any wounds, but he did find something peculiar. As his hands brushed the other man’s ears, he was startled to feel that they were pointed. Brushing away dirty ebon locks, Maximus saw that Erestor’s ears were shaped like graceful leaves. Instead of finding the abnormality strange, the gladiator thought it suiting to the visage of the pale beauty. Examining the darkling’s hands, Maximus found that this Erestor was an archer by either trade or sport. His fingers and palms sported the common thick calluses from pulling a bow.
He couldn’t describe the other man as anything other than in-human in his looks. No human he had ever seen was this beautiful. No lady of the court, no nobleman, no blushing maid, or even the Emperor’s sister could compare to this creature’s beauty. It was as if he had been created by the Gods for the simple purpose of being lovely. His facial features were sharp, and they could have been harsh except that they exhibited some slant or orientation that rendered him completely stunning.
“What have I gotten myself into?” the gladiator sighed as he lay down on the blankets he had originally given to Erestor. Struggling to get comfortable on the floor, he decided that he would see what the next day brought.
It was all he could do.
***********************************
Maximus was woken the next morning by the sound of metallic scratching. At first he thought it had just been rodents scurrying from one place to another, but a series of mechanical clicks woke him completely.
Turning toward the sound, the gladiator was astounded to his is visitor from last night kneeling on the ground in front of the door. A small metal pin, like something ladies used to keep their hair in place, was inserted into the lock while the dark haired creature twisted it. More clicking, and the door swung open when the darkling tried the handle. He turned briefly to smile at Maximus and then dashed out the door in flurry of dirty rags and dark hair.
Struggling to free himself of the blanket, the ex-General flung himself out the opened door. “Hey! Hey get back here!” he yelled down the hall and took off in the same direction as the escapee. The warrior was dumbstruck that Erestor could even stand let alone run. His leg should have prevented any kind of walking or escape attempt. He continued to yell while in pursuit of his quarry, stirring up guards and other gladiators. Shortly, there were several people running with him through the complex on the hunt for the darkling.
They rounded the corner into a court yard used for training just in time to see Erestor take a flying leap for the top of the wall. He caught the edge but lost his grip with one hand and his body swung to the side. He almost lost his grip with his other hand, but managed to hang on and tried to swing his other hand up to the ledge again. Maximus sprinted the last distance to the wall and leapt as well to grab the creature around the legs and use his weight to pull the smaller man off of the wall.
A cat-like scream echoed through the yard as Erestor lost his one-handed grip on the wall and fell to the ground with Maximus. The darkling screamed in anger and fought viciously against his captor. The gladiator took several major blows before he managed to brutally elbow the smaller man in his injured hip. Erestor howled in pain and tried to plant his fist in Maximus’ face, but was thwarted as the heavier man finally managed to pin him. He continued to shriek and thrash, seeking any kind of leverage to escape his captor.
“Somebody bring some rope!” Maximus shouted and grunted as some particularly forceful writhing nearly made him lose his grip. It was the work of several men to tame the wildling. Finally, trussed like game for the ovens, Erestor was forcefully made to submit. Glaring heavily at his captors the darkling spat several phrases in the air that, although the group did not understand the language, they knew unequivocally they had just been cursed to Hades and back.
Maximus sat back in the shade provided by a wall and panted in exertion. He had not had a struggle like that in a long time. Few of his fights in the arenas were worthy of his talent, and none of his opponents had the kind of spirit the darkling did. This one was a trained warrior. He fought fast, with precision, and was not above fighting dirty to get what he needed. How he was even moving considering the state of his leg was a mystery. He was either immune to the pain or he was blessed by the Gods with an ability to heal beyond that of mortal men.
The gladiator turned his head to view a disturbance at the entrance to the yard, and smirked as he saw Proximo throwing a fit as he entered.
“I thought I told you idiots to keep that beast chained at all times! You horse shit for brains imbeciles! You were to chain him to the wall in that cell. What part of that don’t you understand? CHAIN HIM TO THE WALL. Who is responsible for this? WHO?!”
The yard was quiet except for the still cursing Erestor. No one was willing to take the punishment for the misdemeanor. Maximus threw his head back and laughed.
Proximo snapped his head around to glare at his favorite gladiator. “What’s so fucking funny?”
Maximus dropped his head but continued to chuckle lightly. “You would turn him into a whore?” the gladiator asked as he gestured to the struggling bundle. “You are the fool. He should be in the gladiator pens.”
The slave-master sputtered and his face turned even redder. Unable to come up with an appropriate response, he stormed from the courtyard. Maximus finally calmed his laughter and stood from his spot in the dirt. Brushing dust from his hands and clothing he paced over to Erestor. The darkling was finally quiet, glaring daggers at the gladiator.
“Get an ankle chain and drive a spike into the ground. We’ll see if this one is worthy of the arena.”
TBC…