Tangled Web pt03

Title: Tangled Web 3/?
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Beta: Beckyboo
Archive: http://midnightscribbles.envy.nu, LoM
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian, *Flinn/OMC, Flinn/Amrod, Amras/Amrod, Lindir/Melpomaen, Erestor/Thranduil, Glorfindel/Orophin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A web is a strange thing with tangled lines all leading to the same point. Your path can be straight, you can go in circles for what seems an eternity or you can end up trapped, stuck forever in the grand design. This web goes beyond life, death, mortal, immortal, elven and half-elven to find one connection in the middle of it all and that connection is Erestor.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
Warnings: AU Angst, Mpreg, incest, child loss,
Authors Notes: *Despite the name Flinn is not an original char but for the sake of the story *Flinn* must remain *Flinn* for a while. Halda O’line is my own creation and another necessary plot piece that will be explained. AU as in I took canon and pretended I didn’t know it! Deal!

Melpomaen watched avidly as Erestor groaned before blinking slowly. He turned his head to the side to look at Melpomaen. “M…mm…”

“Here,” he said quickly pouring a glass of water for Erestor. Sipping slowly Erestor smiled faintly then put a hand to his stomach. “Something wrong?”

“I have to relieve myself,” Erestor whispered.

“Let me help you,” Erestor nodded slightly, clutching the sheet close and Melpomaen smiled at the modesty that was for his benefit. Erestor was simply *not* shy. Helping Erestor to his feet they slowly moved away from the bed when a splashing sound was heard and Erestor sagged against him. Looking down he saw a pink tinged puddle. Its scent was strong, but not of urine. Melpomean lifted Erestor into his arms marvelling at how light the Elf was.

Placing him down he looked around for other healers and sighed. Erestor was the only one currently in the healing halls and even healers slept. He feared leaving Erestor alone but at the same time was worried about the pink puddle. He wrung his hands and noticed that they stuck together, looking down he saw blood and paled. Hearing voices he turned and was relieved to see the healers start his day.

“Help me!” Melpomean exclaimed as the thin white sheet begun to be stained red. Rushing over the healers froze when one slipped.

“Oh Valar, where is she?” One asked frowning slightly at the mess on his boots.

“She?” Melpomean asked, perplexed. “That was Erestor, he needed to relieve himself, then that happened and he is bleeding somewhere.”

“Fetch Lord Elrond,” the healer told Melpomean as they whispered among each other.

“How is it possible?”

“I do not know, last I heard those abnormalities had fled and that was in the First Age.”

“Do you think he is one of them?”

“He was born and raised in Mirkwood, it must be something else. Let us staunch this blood as we wait for Lord Elrond.”

Working quickly they cleaned Erestor who did not wake. Watching him they thought the worst was past when Erestor’s body began to expel something. The healers watched in stunned horror as a stillborn boy was expelled from Erestor’s body. The healers turned away, not in disgust but in sadness at the loss of a life so rare.

The baby was developed enough to know it would have been a male with a wisp of white blond hair.

”Just a few more months,” the healer whispered sadly as another produced a cloth to wrap the lost life. None were prepared when Erestor stirred and the afterbirth was expelled.

“Melpomaen?” Erestor whispered.

“He is fetching Lord Elrond,” Erestor nodded and the healer let out a relieved sigh as Erestor lost awareness. He had no wish to give such news to the Elf. “Do you even know?” He whispered to the unconscious form.

“Know what?” Elrond asked as he entered the room.

“There was a development; a side effect of the spider bite.”

“Side effect? Will he be well?” Elrond asked moving to see what the other healer was doing.

“My Lord wait, what do you know about Erestor’s parentage?”

Elrond paused wondering what this had to do with anything but answered none the less. “His Father still resides in Mirkwood. I know nothing of his Mother, neither does he.”

“He may not have one. Erestor just suffered a miscarriage.”

“A what?!”

“Tamlin is tending the little one now. Blond, male, Erestor would have been a father in six more months. “

“The poison,” Elrond said with a sad shake of his head.

“Though looking at Erestor, any shock or stress would have the same result as he is a very fragile Elf. The cold affects him so.”

“Like it does me?” Elrond asked, curious.

“No you do not have such a serious reaction. In any case he would never be able to support a life for a year. It would kill him.”

“How will we tell him? How will we tell Glorfindel?”

“Are they bonded?”

“Neither seem willing to take that step,” Elrond said as Celebrian entered the room having long since wanting to check on Erestor. “We must prepare the pyre,” Elrond said, not noticing his wife.

“What?!” Celebrian exclaimed, tears filling her eyes.

“No,” Elrond said holding her close. “It is for his son.”

“Son?” Celebrian repeated glancing at Erestor who was more pale than usual, looking almost gray. His normally rosy lips ashen but the rise and fall of chest showed he was in a healing sleep. “Son?” She repeated again.

“We have much to discuss,” Elrond said as the healers dispensed herbs never used on a male. Specifically made to strengthen a mother after a difficult birth.

“Erestor? Please wake.”

“Let me be, Fin,” Erestor mumbled.

“Erestor please,” Elrond said having been handed the cup as a fresh sheet was tucked around Erestor who finally woke. “Just drink this then you can rest.”

Erestor nodded, drinking two thirds of the cup before pushing it away. “I can’t, no more.”

“Alright rest, you can drink the rest when you wake.”


Glorfindel entered the house determined to speak with Erestor. They were both being foolish but he knew he would have to apologize first for that last remark. It was true that Erestor rarely slept in but he could be an ogre when woken the times he did. Knowing his lover’s routine he headed straight for his lover’s office but was surprised to see Melpomean sitting at his desk, hard at work.

“Melpomean, where is Erestor?”

“The Healing Halls,” he said biting his lip and starting to read the document in front of him so he would not cry again. He knew Elrond was hiding something from him and he hoped Erestor was well but the longer he was kept away from the Elf the more he feared.

Glorfindel made his way to the halls wondering what work Erestor had to do with the healers. Paperwork he supposed as he saw one of the book binders walking down the hall shaking his head a stack of papers in his hands.

Entering the Healing House he passed row after row of empty beds before he heard the voices. Walking towards them it was then he realized that he had not heard Erestor, simply Elrond and Thranduil discussing something.

“He will be here in two months, Valar knows Erestor has no idea,” Thranduil said.

“I still don’t know how I will tell him or Glorfindel.”

“Tell Glorfindel what?” Elrond turned and motioned for Glorfindel to sit down, which simply caused the blond to cross his arms. “Where is Erestor?”

Elrond pointed and Glorfindel blanched. Erestor was ghostly in pallor and looked as if he had lost weight in simply a day. “Valar, what happened?”

“He was poisoned: a spider bite. He has already been treated but that is not what we need to discuss. Please sit.”

Glorfindel frowned but took a seat at Erestor’s side taking his lover’s hands into his larger ones. “Fine, talk.”

“There was a development, something none of us had foreseen. It will be quite the shock for you both. I still fear telling Erestor, but he will need your support through this.”

“This what? Elrond you are speaking in riddles.”

“What do you know about the curse of the Kinslayers?”

“They were cursed to bring life back into the world as they were the ones who took it. Elrond, Erestor was born and raised in Mirkwood and the last anyone had seen of those Elves the whole lot of them had boarded a ship out of Gondor. Wherever they are it is uncharted, except maybe by pirates,” Glorfindel said rubbing Erestor’s fingers. “Elrond what is your point? As fun as the history lesson is, it has nothing to do with Erestor.”

”I know, but we do not know his other parent’s origin and that is what concerns me.”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me?” Glorfindel asked.

“I’m sorry Glorfindel, but Erestor was with child,” Glorfindel’s whole focus turned to Erestor his eyes roving over the flat stomach that had been just as flat in the last five years.

“Was?” He asked none the less.

“I’m sorry, his body could not sustain the stress and the poison. He lost the child, your son.”

“My son?” Glorfindel whispered looking at Erestor’s ashen face, wishing his lover would open his eyes.

“He was already golden haired.”

“I would like to see him,” Glorfindel said kissing the back of Erestor’s hand and placing it carefully back on the bed.

“Alright, come.”

“Does Erestor…”

“No he was not conscious for the…he has not woken long enough to let him know.”

“Will he ever…I mean can he…”

“Ever bear children? I’m sorry his body is much too weak. He would never be able to do it. Any minor shock and he would lose the child. Even if he did manage to survive the pregnancy one or both of them, most likely Erestor, would die.”

Glorfindel nodded as they entered the small mourning chamber. Glorfindel stared at the light gauze that was covering the body that was no larger than his hand. He reached a shaky hand to it and stopped, pulling away and wiping at his tears frantically.

“You will have to excuse me, I would like to spend the day with Erestor.”

“Of course, do not concern yourself,” Elrond said. “He will be in good hands,” he said gently leading the blond back to Erestor’s bedside. “All you have to do is make sure he drinks this when he wakes and that he eats. I will request broths and soups be made for him.”

“Can I take him to our room?”

“Yes he would be more comfortable there.”

Glorfindel nodded and carefully lifted Erestor into his arms holding the Elf against his chest. Erestor turned towards the warm form in sleep his fingers lightly grasping his tunic as Elrond followed, medication in hand.

Entering the room Elrond placed the medication down and threw back the blankets.

“Erestor likes them,” Glorfindel said in explanation as he tucked his lover in, noticing how he seemed lost in the sea of blankets.

“Make sure he gets plenty of bed rest, he will be very weak for quite some time. If you need anything at all have someone fetch me or one of the other healers.”

“I will,” Glorfindel said sliding into the bed besides Erestor.

“I leave him in your capable hands,” Elrond said before slipping out.

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