Title: Tangled Web 4/?
Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian, *Flinn/OMC, Flinn/Amrod, Amras/Amrod, Lindir/Melpomaen, Erestor/Thranduil, Glorfindel/Orophin
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!
Erestor woke slowly wrapped up in Glorfindel’s arms. He looked up at his lover’s face and sighed sadly. Traces of tears could still be seen on his face and Erestor knew it was all his fault.
“I’m so sorry Fin,” Erestor whispered burying his face in the other’s chest. “I never wanted to do this to you. After the last few years…I thought it was over. I never wanted to do this to you. This is so much easier with you asleep. Valar I know how you hate lies,” Erestor mumbled snuggling deeper into his lover’s chest.
“Erestor,” Glorfindel snarled in a dangerous whisper and Erestor flinched. Wanting to cover his ears for the tirade that was sure to follow. “How long did you know?”
“All my life,” Erestor whispered.
“And you never told me? Don’t you think I had a right to know?”
“Why? So you could laugh at me more?” Erestor whispered his hurt and confusion clear.
“Erestor this is serious, how could you think I would find something like this amusing?”
“You laughed the very first time you met me. Why would I ever give you more to use?”
Glorfindel cringed at the mention of their very first encounter. He had never stuck his foot so deep into his mouth on a first encounter as he had done that day. But then his resolve returned.
“This is more serious than simple illness.”
“I know, it used to happen every year, but not since we…I don’t know why this happened,” Erestor mumbled.
Glorfindel frowned, “Erestor who was your lover before me?”
“What? What does that have to do…”
“Indulge me,” Glorfindel snapped.
“Uh…” Erestor started fumbling with the fur blanket around them as he blushed.
“Thranduil,” Erestor mumbled sinking into the pillow and covering his head. Glorfindel let out a small sigh of relief. The Mirkwood king had seemed just as baffled.
“And Erestor what are we discussing?”
“The fact that every winter without fail I would wake up one morning barely able to get out of bed. Unable to breath, sometimes coughing and no appetite.”
“I don’t know, the healers still don’t understand it, but they have found herbs and teas that help.”
“How long does it last?”
“If I stay in bed a few days, if I work a few weeks. I do not know why it hit me in the spring. It was never my wish to…Fin…Fin…don’t cry it is not as bad as it sounds,” Erestor lied trying to soothe his lover glad he had not mentioned the nausea, chills, or fainting.
Glorfindel shut his eyes holding Erestor close to stem the flow of tears. “Don’t mind me,” Glorfindel whispered as he helped Erestor sit up, blinking away the last of his tears. “You need to take your medication,” he said holding the cup for Erestor.
“This is different from what I normally take,” Erestor remarked and Glorfindel nodded.
“Spider poison,” Glorfindel said and Erestor nearly choked. Glorfindel took the cup and placed it aside. “Are you hungry?”
“No, just tired. Maybe later,” Erestor quickly added noting Glorfindel’s frown. “You don’t have to stay, I’ve done this alone before. I know you have duties.”
“My only duty is you,” Glorfindel said kissing Erestor’s forehead and tucking them both back under the sheets, his love held close to his chest. Erestor was asleep moments later never feeling the tears that fell into his raven hair.
Hours later the light rap on the door drew Glorfindel’s attention from watching his lover sleep. “Come in he called arranging the sheets so his lover was still decent. He was surprised to see three serious looking children, Elladan in the lead, with Melpomaen and Lindir following close behind.
“Is E’stor better?” Elladan asked glancing between the pair in the bed.
“Yes, but he is still asleep.”
“I’m awake,” Erestor whispered one eye popping open.
“We have a present for you.”
“Really?” Erestor asked sitting up slowly as Glorfindel made room for the children. Erestor noticed that Legolas didn’t climb up until Elrohir reached for him and wondered about the way he was biting his lower lip, a move that on Thranduil usually meant regret and guilt. Lindir and Melpomean sat at the end of the bed. A newly bound book in Melpomean’s lap. “Why do you have a gift for me?”
“For you to get better, we got scared when your eyes were closed,” Elladan said and Elrohir nodded in agreement.
“You saw me?” Erester asks his memory foggy after he left Elrond’s office.
“Uh huh,” You fell in the gardens.”
“So what is this gift and do I get one?” Glorfindel asked.
“We made you a book,” Elladan said as Elrohir retrieved it from Melpomean as well as poked Legolas to get the child to join the conversation.
“And E’stor says you don’t like books Fin,” Elladan stated.
“When was this?” Glorfindel asked glancing at his love who refused to make eye contact.
“I don’t remember, he was throwing books and screaming in his office, Nana made him stop.”
“It doesn’t matter I want to see my book,” Erestor said and Elrohir placed it into his lap. Black leather with a midnight blue E on the cover he traced the raised letter with his finger.
“Open it,” the twins exclaimed in unison.
Erestor did smiling at the many pages of childish art, bursting out in laughter at a page. Glorfindel glanced down and for the life of him could not understand. It was a drawing of what could be a throne room, with two a brown and yellow blob and a brown and black blob in the center bits of leaves and feathers stuck to the blobs, and the words orcs over run Mirkwood on the top.
“I don’t understand,” Glorfindel said confused.
“Ada did that,” Legolas whispered and Glorfindel noticed he seemed almost afraid to go near Erestor.
“That one there is Thranduil and this one is me. We decided we would be orcs and take over Mirkwood, but the only way to become an orc was to be dirty,” Erestor said through chuckles, “So we covered ourselves in mud and leaves and decided to take the palace as two fearsome orcs.”
Glorfindel laughed as he imagined two mud covered children running through the palace.
“Unfortunately we met our demise when Oropher came in, taking each one of us under one arm and dumped us into the bath.”
“Legolas is something wrong?” Glorfindel asked and Legolas’ eyes widened as he looked nervously towards Erestor who put the book down and motioned Legolas over. After some nods of encouragement from the twins climbed into the elf’s lap. Erestor smiled and wrapped his arms about the child. The sight was too much for Glorfindel and he grabbed a shirt and slipped out of the bed.
“Where you going?” Elladan asked even as he slipped into Glorfindel’s old space to sit besides Erestor who was whispering to Legolas.
“Well I seem to have a little picnic here and what picnic is complete without food?” Glorfindel said barely controlling his tone, and if not distracted by a distraught child Erestor would have caught it as well.
“I’ll come as well,” Lindir said sensing Glorfindel’s turmoil as they both walked into the hall. “What troubles you? Erestor will be well correct?”
“He will be fine,” Glorfindel said moving towards the kitchens.
“Something is troubling you though.”
“Did you know that every year with out fail Erestor falls ill?”
“Yes I learned a few years ago, when Mel and I first entered our relationship.”
“Apparently Erestor and Mel had a disagreement the day before he got sick. And Mel became convinced that it was his fault Erestor had locked himself away. He snuck into Erestor’s room to find crawling to the bath.”
“Where was I?” Glorfindel asked wondering how he had missed his lover vanishing.
“Licking your wounds in the wine cellar. Erestor had stomped on you the day before at dinner. He said you were the one elf he never wanted to see him in such a horrid state.”
“How bad was it?”
“We became intimate with the contents of Erestor’s stomach,” Glorfindel grimaced glad the mystery from the bedroom had been solved at least. If Lindir was right that was around the same time he has asked Erestor to share his quarters. “But that is still not what troubles you,” Lindir said as a basket was being prepared around him.
“Come, we will return in a few minutes,” Glorfindel said not wanting this spread by the biggest gossips in the realm.
“Glorfindel we have walked far enough, Now if I can see how agitated you are Erestor will see it as well.”
“Erestor has some relation to the kinslayers, or is one himself.”
“Oh please little Erestor? We all know he was born and raised in Mirkwood. And can you see him raising a weapon against another elf? Maybe a book. Erestor’s deadliest weapon is his tongue. Now why are you trying to distract me with this nonsense?”
“I am not joking, this is very serious because…” Glorfindel faltered not sure how to say it.
“Because what Glorfindel.”
“Erestor miscarried, we were to have a,” Glorfindel faltered again this time not able to say son,
“Oh valar! I’m so sorry the two of you must be…Erestor does not know does he?”
“He was not conscious when it happened and this is the first time it happened to him. I do not know how to tell him, to have such a hope dangled for a moment just to be taken away.”
“Taken away? I know this is a great loss but now that you know you can always try again. There is stil…” Lindir stopped noticing Glorfindel shaking his head sadly.
“The price I would pay for a child is Erestor’s life. His body can not bear such a strain.” Lindir did not bother to try and say anything to that but instead enfolded Glorfindel into a hug.
“You still need to tell him. You need each other now.”
“Have you ever seen Erestor with children? It will shatter his heart.”"
“And your love will help put it back together. It is not as if you can keep this a secret.”
“No the pyre is tomorrow at midnight.”
“We should get back, do not feel the need to be strong in this. Share your grief.”
“I know I must tell him, but I would much rather protect him from all of it,” Glorfindel said as they entered the kitchen and Lindir took the basket of food as Glorfindel took the tray of a pitcher and various cups and glasses.
Entering the room you couldn’t help but smile. Legolas was still in Erestor’s lap actually smiling now as he excitedly explained his page. Melpomean had moved to Erestor’s side Elladan in his lap and Thranduil was on his other side, Elrohir sitting on his lap all watching Legolas talk animatedly about hiw contributions to the book.
“It’s a good thing we have a big bed,” Glorfindel said climbing on with Lindir. Erestor finally removed his focus on Legolas a scent caught his attention.
“Vegetable broth?” Erestor asked with a smile.
“Of Course,” Glorfindel said returning the smile.
“Legolas come sit with me,” Lindir said and Legolas turned and gave the elf a hug and Erestor ruffed his hair returning the hug and released the child to bounce into Lindir’s lap. Erestor takes his soup as the rest of the food is distributed and Glorfindel smiles relieved when more food comes from the kitchens realizing he and Lindir had underestimated.
They are well into their meal when they are joined by Elrond. “So this is where my household has gone off too.”
“Mmmyy Ammma,” Elrohir said mouth full.”
“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Elrond said lightly and Elrohir nodded. “Well when lunch is over I want you all out. Erestor still needs his rest.”
Instantly the children started an uproar. “We can take our nap with E’stor.”
Elrond was about to counter when Erestor jumped in. “If you promise to be quite. And who knows maybe we can get Fin to tell us a story.”
“Alright,” Elrond said with a sigh watching the children grin and hug Erestor.
“Ada want a cookie?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Elrond said taking the cookie from his son’s hand.
“Ada stay,” Elladan added. Elrond smiled and pulled a chair over to the side of the bed, and enjoyed his cookie smiling when he was handed another by Elrohir.
“Thank you,” Elrond said now wanting to get a plate sent to his study.
The meal done he helped Glorfindel clean up as the others took the children into the bath to wash up. They returned bouncing happily as they climbed into the bed deciding who would sleep where.
“Erestor I would like to apologize for…” Elrond started now that everything was put away. Erestor waved the comment away.
“Do not worry about it,” Erestor said not one to hold a grudge at least not for long.
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired, apparently venom doesn’t agree with me,” Erestor’s light mood had Elrond turn to Glorfindel who avoided his gaze.
“Aaaadddddaaaaaa,” Elladan whined, “Erestor needs his rest,” he said in his best serious tone and Elrond smiled kissing his son’s forehead.
“How right you are,” Elrond said taking the basket in hand as Melpomean grabbed the tray and Thranduil and Lindir followed.
Glorfindel took Elrond’s vacated seat and started on the tale of how the valar chained Melkor one of the twins favorites. Erestor was the first to fall asleep his eyes falling shut then opening again. The twins were the next to follow, Legolas fighting off sleep the longest to hear the end of the story.
Glorfindel slipped out of the room and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Elrond standing there waiting for him.
“You still haven’t told him.”
“I know it is just much harder then I ever thought it would be. We all know how much he loves children.”
“The longer you wait the harder it will be. I will get you peace for supper use it well.”
“I will try.”
“Thank you, and if he has any further questions feel free to bring Erestor to me no matter the hour.”
“I will, but if I know him at all his first question will be are you sure.”
“I will search for literature on this in female elves for little is written about Erestor’s condition.”
“Do not give him false hope that would be too cruel,” Elrond warned.
“I would not, I need some time,” Glorfindel said walking towards the south gardens.
“I will ask someone to sit with them should he wake,” Elrond said and Glorfindel nodded walking off trying to figure out the best way to crush his lover.