Title: Fairy’s Dreaming 12/?
Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Erestor/OMCs, Erestor/Glorfindel, Erestor/Elrond
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
Previous parts: Livejournal: http://blue-gold.livejournal.com/tag/fairy
Erestor crossed his arms looking at the sliver haired elf his violet eyes cold. “Is this the inept oaf that nearly killed me?” He snarled looking at Glorfindel who nodded; the only elf from Imladris who could keep a straight face.
After spending a month traveling with a shy retreating Erestor they couldn’t believe this elf was real. A swirl of menacing black robes and cold hard eyes, did not match the image of the docile elf that they were all sure had feelings for Glorfindel. He blushed much too often when the Golden lord was around, and they were wondering if said lord would ever notice.
“I did not nearly kill you,” Haldir snarled and Glorfindel lost his battle with a grin stepping back to hide among his men. Onónion touching his arm to share his grin, they had decided this would be good for Erestor and asked him to hold nothing back. The elf had been in a stupor for days after learning the truth about his origins. It did not help that there had been constant sightings of Mael Faer hovering near the border as if searching for something.
“Let us count the ways,” Erestor snarled his robes fanning around him as he paced the guard not noticing when Celeborn entered the training area. “You saw there were injured but prattled on about your amazing ability. You know the Mael Faer hunt near by but in your arrogance decided they could not possibly come with reinforcements and you would stand there and talk your nose down to the captain of the guard.”
“I do not tell you how to do your job, councilor.”
“You would not, I do not suffer fools, there are many children I would take advice from before the likes of you.”
“You can not insult the golden wood so.”
“Are you the whole of the golden wood? Is there a talan growing out of your arse? Is that why you are so large? Or do you have orc blood in you. It would explain why you are so stupid.”
“How dare you…”
“How dare I what? Speak the truth you pompous over stuffed arrogant windbag? You know there are children with more sense then you? You tell a child to run they will run. They will not waste time and lives prattling on about their greatness.”
“I am a Marchwarden of…”
“Thank you for proving my point you insufferable toad. Did you fall out of your talan as a child a few times or are you naturally this stupid? No wonder it took a death to put you in charge. No one in their right mind would give you any true power.”
“How dare a…”
“A what? Elf more intelligent than you are speak the truth? I’m sure everyone in this clearing fits this description. I have wasted too much time in your company; I fear my intelligence is suffering in the company of such a sad excuse for an elf.” Erestor finished marching off ignoring the cheers and goads of the other elves present.
“What did you do?” Celeborn asked looking at Glorfindel.
“Well I may have mentioned that Haldir preened about his greatness and the greatness of his archers, himself, and the golden wood instead of leading us to safety. And he was stupid enough to remark on Erestor’s clothing.”
“Something along the lines of who is that dour crow.”
“He didn’t take it well.”
“Actually Erestor was quite kind for being angry. He tends to reduce people to tears when he is in truly a foul temper. That was almost kind for our dear advisor.”
“He was so nice on the road,” an elf whispered in awe.
“Erestor is not a monster; he will not be cruel simply to be cruel to others. He tends to return what he receives. And he places a lot of stock in first impressions.”
“So Haldir failed twice over,” Celeborn said with a shake of his head.
“And where are you wandering off to Master Erestor?” Onónion asked knowing this was the first time Erestor had been out of his talan since his arrival.
“I…I have no idea,” Erestor said softly.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, I am not nearly as tired as I was, but now I am confused.”
“About what this means for you?”
“Among other things, though one thing finally makes sense.”
“What?” Onónion asked as he leaned against a tree a few feet from the slowly pacing Erestor.
“Before we left Imladris elves I thought I had never met or only met once were declaring their undying devotion right and left. I did not understand it, and most claimed to want to see me lose control in passion once again. It made no sense to me.”
“Do you think you visited them in your dreams?”
“I don’t know, I think that must be the case, it’s the only thing that makes sense. But you are the first person I remember.”
“Erestor, this isn’t the first time I’ve had such a dream about you.”
“What?” Erestor stopped moving and his head snapped towards Onónion. You’ve had others?”
“Just one, but it was very different. The only things they share in common are you and the fact that I was on patrol. But this one was outrageous.”
“How so?” Erestor asked wondering if he had done such a thing and that was the real reason that the elf looked so familiar.
“First of all you landed in the clearing where I was patrolling.”
“You had wings,” Onónion explained. “They were nothing like those bat creatures, they were actually violet, blue, and black, and they made a sound like crystals when they fluttered.” Noticing Erestor’s startled look he grinned, “I told you it was very different.”
“I see, continue,” Erestor said a slight frown marring his brow.
“Yes well you landed in front of me, and I recognized you but you did not respond to your name at all.”
“Where was I? The actual me I mean do you have any idea?”
“It was during that time you were banned from Imladris.”
“Maybe it was just a dream then? I think I would know if I had butterfly wings,” Erestor said with a small smile.
“Erestor what kinds of wings do young Mael Faer have?” Onónion asked softly looking anywhere but at the elf.
“They have wings like moths or butter…” Erestor fell silent. “Oh Valar,” Erestor whispered crumpling slightly against a tree his breath coming in harsh gasps.
“I’m fine, what happened next?” Erestor whispered holding up a hand to keep the elf at bay. His mind suddenly being invaded by memories of the elf. “I could go no further, I kneeled before you and…I’m sorry,” Erestor said starting to shake.
“Erestor please, it was a dream noting more, a nice distraction while on a boring patrol. Do not concern yourself, you did not hurt me.”
Erestor glanced pointedly at the sling. “You. Did. Not. Hurt. Me.” Onónion repeated sternly. “You in fact saved my life at much danger to your own. I think it’s time you joined everyone for dinner. The guards missed you and I’m sure they would love to discuss the finer techniques of Haldir cursing.”
“I know I would,” a sliver haired elf that looked quite similar to Haldir said entering the clearing.
“Erestor, this is Rumil. Haldir’s brother.”
“Hello,” Erestor said simply.
“So you are the mystery elf come down from his tower,” Rumil said with a mocking bow.
“So it runs in the family,” Erestor said with a sigh to Onónion.
“What?” Rumil asked annoyed.
“Idiocy,” Erestor said deadpan causing Onónion to chuckle as he approached the elf’s side.
“It’s too bad you were not your best on the road,” Onónion said gently guiding Erestor away from the clearing and back towards the elves, leaving Rumil behind to gape.
They approached Glorfindel who was talking to a third Haldir look alike and Erestor snapped slightly.
“How many of him are there?”
“I am Orophin, Rumil and Haldir tend to share one mind in stupidity,” he said with the weariness of someone who had to deal with it often.
“Well that was obvious,” Erestor replied annoyed.
“Are you alright?” Glorfindel asked approaching Erestor but stopping himself from reaching out and touching the elf. Not commenting on the blush of the elf though Onónion smirked while, Orophin looked annoyed.
“I will leave you to your companion. Onónion mentioned dinner, will you be joining us?”
“In a little while, have fun,” Glorfindel said with an easy smile.
“Well it will be interesting to get to know these elves that I’ve been falling asleep on for the last few months,” Erestor said as Onónion lead him into the clearing where the elves were having dinner.
“Master Erestor you look well,” an elf said making a space in the circle that they were sitting in to enjoy dinner.
“Of course he is well, did you not see that tongue lashing he gave that idiot Haldir? That was a beauty to behold.”
Erestor blushed slightly as Onónion handed him a plate and a glass of wine. “Thank you.”
“Well he deserved it,” Onónion said with a roll of his eyes. “Oh, I am so great, creatures tremble at the mere mention of my name. And we met another one, his brother Rumil.”
“You are right Erestor, but Orophin seemed sensible. We have no need to group them together.”
“But did you hear the news you two? We will be leaving in a couple of weeks. The second Master Erestor is well we will depart again.”
“What? Why?” Erestor asked.
“Haldir refuses to take lesson from Glorfindel, not that he wants to teach the arrogant orc turd but yes, feel free to feel faint for a few more weeks it’s quaint here.”
“But, I feel fine,” Erestor said.
“Well no matter Onónion is wounded. But are you sure?”
“Mostly, I think I am just not built for the road,” Erestor said with a sigh. “Give me a library any day.”
“The terror of the scribes?” Sarin asked to a round of laughter that brought a faint smile to Erestor. “Be still my heart! He smiles, oh but to pander to a thousand Haldir’s to see such a sight, a smile of such might.”
“Sarin believes himself a poet, not even the warrior training has dissuaded him of this fact,” Onónion pointed out sagely.
“I am hurt, truly,” Sarin said holding his chest as if wounded. “The ladies love my poetry.”
“The ladies love you without a tunic,” Onónion replied causing a laugh out of Erestor. “Whatever comes out of your mouth after that point is of no consequence.”
Glorfindel joined them then amid the laughter and his heart lightened to see Erestor enjoying himself so. He stood behind Onónion placing his hands on his shoulders and looked at the group.
“No Orophin?” Erestor asked looking around.
“No, Rumil came screaming out of the trees about arrogant scribes and Orophin went to calm him down.”
“Hmm, I wonder what he means; Haldir is not a scribe, as we were told until I was sure I could repeat his station in my sleep.”
Erestor shook his head but said nothing taking a bite of his meal. He cast what he thought were covert glances at Glorfindel, who took a seat on the other side of Onónion, though most present were amused at what they perceived as an obvious crush.
Erestor on the other hand was trying to understand what their new relationship would be and hoped he could find a time to talk to the elf alone.