Fairy’s Dreaming pt04

Title: Fairy’s Dreaming 4/?
Author: Blue Gold
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Pairings: Erestor/OMCs, Erestor/Glorfindel,
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Erestor has quite a few secrets. The least of which his history. And some of which are about to land him in a lot of trouble.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson
Warnings: AU, rape, interspecies

“You know what?! Don’t bother coming back!” Elrond snarled at Erestor who slipped out of the enraged elf’s office. The half-elf’s words haunting Erestor even now months later.

“So you headed back home now, Raeg?”

Erestor looked up at the mortal bartender and shrugged. He had completed his stay, even extended it but now he didn’t know. “They told me not to come back.”

“Ever since that blond one came…”

“They don’t understand, its not normal for them.”

“I’m sure they don’t mean it, just come back quiet and they will forget all about it.”

“I could stay, no one would come looking for me.”

Neither noticed the silent patron that slipped out at the mention of these words. “They would Raeg, they just don’t want to admit it. And you would miss them or you wouldn’t be so worried. Plus don’t you need to see your mother?”

“Of course, thank you,” Erestor said realizing he had responsibilities. He could not leave Imladris for long. Melpomean did not even know how to complete half his duties. And that was his supposed replacement.

Erestor headed up to his room and the bartender shrugged. Despite the fact that he knew better, he sometimes treated Erestor like a child. Though Erestor had most likely shown his grandfather how to do the inn’s books much as he showed him. He had seen the elf’s writing in the old ledgers years ago when he had tried to remember how long this arrangement had stood.

It did not hurt that Erestor for all his years still seemed to be a lost child sometimes. Watching him come down the stairs he waved as Erestor slipped out, and he watched from his window as Erestor released his horse and mounted.

Erestor made it to the outskirts of town before he saw someone collapsed on the road. Dismounting he moved to check on the mortal. He kneeled on the floor besides him and rolled him over and the mortal clammed a hand over Erestor’s mouth. The hand held a soaked cloth and within moments Erestor was unconscious and oblivious to the things happening around him.

Glorfindel looked at Elrond and frowned. The elf was trying to teach Melpomean his duties, and keep up with his own and the strain had been showing for days now.

“Its been four months, are you sure you do not want to simply forget this whole thing and have Erestor come back?”

“Yes where has master Erestor gone?” Melpomean asked having long harbored and crush on the elf and a hope that maybe one day it would be more. Erestor was simply too beautiful for words.

“I told him not to go. If he did he was not welcome back in Imladris. He went, he is no longer welcome here.”

“Fine then, who trained Erestor? Because you can not do this and everything else that is your responsibility.”

“They have long since sailed to the gray havens.”

“Then we are all doomed,” Glorfindel said with a dramatic sigh which caused a giggle out of Melpomean.

“If you want him back so badly why don’t you go collect him?”

“I just can’t believe he would go there, we know he is not being held against his will. He could come back if he thought he was welcome.”

“Fine, tell the border patrol they need not bar his passage into the valley, But that is all I am giving him.”

“I never told them to.”

“I knew you wouldn’t the twins did. If he has come you are free to go collect him. If not let him rot in his preferred profession.”

Erestor moaned as his body bounced on the bed. His erection bobbing between him and the man on top of him, setting a hard and fast past as he jabbed at Erestor’s prostate. Erestor came with a soft cry and arc of his back as the mortal continued to use his body.

Erestor bit his lip as his sensitized prostate was hit again and again, causing a more pain filled moan to escape him this time even as his arousal began to stir up again. Pulling out of Erestor the elf for a moment thought it was over and let out a small whimper, when he was rolled over and pulled onto his hands and knees and entered again.

By the time the mortal was done Erestor’s renewed erection hung heavy between his legs and he was rubbing himself into the sheet for relief. Barely noticing the entrance of another mortal, until they pulled him back onto his hands and knees and with an agonizingly slow pace entered Erestor, who tried to push back against the well endowed man but was held in place.

Erestor was unsure of how many days or even weeks had passed in that fashion, before he came back to his senses during one of the breaks in the endless parade of mortal men that wanted entrance into his backside.

He lay back in the bed stiff with his own fluids and those of his myriad of bed partners. He looked about his room and wondered where he was. He was in a lavish bed, underneath a beautiful stained glass ceiling.

He looked at the door and saw the heavy bolt from the bed. And most likely the lock on the outside would never open to let him go. His stomach growled and he moaned pitifully. He had no idea when the last time he had eaten was and he was ravenous.

He looked towards the door and wondered if he could get them to bring him something to eat. When the lock rattled and entered a heavy set man and two younger pale faced servant boys dragging a tub behind them.

“Time to hose you down whore, maybe if you’re good I’ll let you suck my cock when we’re done. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I’d much rather a roast boar. Or some lamb. Even some rabbit.”

“Well I’ll be, the little whore can talk. And here we thought all you could do was fuck.”

Erestor eyed the mortal coldly as his stomach growled. He knew he should be trying to gain his freedom but he would not be able to overpower the trio and his hunger was at the forefront of his mind.

“Well you don’t get food, boss doesn’t like waste, it took forever to clean you up after you rolled around in your meal. Boss gets back in two weeks, until then no eats for you pet.”

“What? Are you mad? I WANT FOOD,” Erestor snarled at the mortal advancing on him. The mortal raised a fist and landed his blow on Erestor’s cheek, causing the elf to fall to his knees in pain.

“You want something to eat? Eat this!” The mortal snarled opening his leggings and shoving his half hard cock into Erestor’s face. Erestor pulled back and the mortal grabbed his head pushing it forward. Erestor attempted to bite him and howling in pain he kicked Erestor away.

Erestor cried out softly as he was kicked pain blossoming in his ribs. The mortal looked at the red bite mark on his thigh much too close to what he had wanted in Erestor’s mouth and saw red. He started to attack Erestor who curled up protecting his head with his arms and letting his back take the worst of the blows.

“But…but master said not to…”

“Fuck master, he’s not here and in two weeks he’ll be dandy. You know what I think its time he got acquainted with Malch.” The servant looked about nervously as if the mere mention of the name could bring the dreaded warrior about.

Erestor’s head was swimming as they all left the room without giving him the bath he so needed. A slow glance showed that they had indeed taken the tub with them. Carefully unfurling his bruised body he wondered how long he had been on the floor.

Pulling himself up weakly he realized just how damaged he was and tried hard not the cry out from the pain of getting on the bed. His upper body was on the bed and he was breathing trying to get his lower body as well when the door opened.

“All ready for me hmm, they are finally letting me play with the precious little elf.”

Erestor did not even put up a token struggle as he was tossed onto the bed the small movement enough to make his head start swimming. Breathing weakly, he wondered if he would be lucky enough to fall into unconsciousness before the pain ripped through him.

As his body exploded in pain he tried to understand why the agony was coming from his shoulders as he slowly lost awareness, the last thing he recognized something sounding like shattering glass.

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