Behind Closed Doors pt02

Title: Behind Closed Doors 2/?
Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Elrond/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian, Haldir/Melpomean , Celebrian/OMC
Rating: R
Summary: Melpomean is the first to show more than indifference to Erestor. But After a lifetime of such treatment can Erestor change the elf he was made into.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson
Warnings: AU, Angst, child abuse,

Erestor work as he often did more exhausted from a night of nightmares then if he had stayed awake. At the very least he had finally stopped screaming, enough maids and guards had reprimanded him.

He bathed and dressed methodically and headed down to breakfast. Celebrian was sitting at the table chatting animatedly with Glorfindel while Elrond filled their plates. None looked up as Erestor took a seat at the other end of the table leaving room for the twins and the other heads of the household to join them.

Melpomean was the next to join them, and winced at the sight. The only way to describe it was that Erestor was swathed in darkness while the others were bathed in a happy glow. Sitting across from Glorfindel, he was immediately taken into the conversation. And the next time Erestor came across his mind and he spared a glance at the elf, he was in the same hunched over pose silently eating his breakfast.

“Erestor why are you way over there, Celebrian is telling the most amusing story…”

“I always sit here.”


“It is where he put me.”

“He who? What are you speaking of Erestor?”

“Glorfindel.” Melpomean’s eyes swiveled to the blond who shrugged in confusion. He had to admit he sometimes thought Erestor was quite mad. Slightly more persistent Melpomean turned back to Erestor.

“I don’t understand.”

“It is not complicated, he told me to sit here so I sat, no one has ever said otherwise in all these years.”

It was then the memory dawned on Glorfindel who blanched slightly at the thought of one of the early Erestor mishaps. They had come to the hall for dinner and celebration and at Elrond’s insistence a seat at his side. There had been no room for the little one so Glorfindel had plopped him down on the end of the table.

He had been cajoled into old tales and song in the hall of fire. He hadn’t recalled Erestor who had still been unnamed then until he had entered for breakfast and found the child exactly where he had left him, staring blankly at the wall. And yet again Glorfindel felt there was just something not right about Erestor and any guilt he had temporally felt was washed away with a notion that a child should not be as foolish enough to sit at a table all night.

Not taking into consideration that Erestor had done exactly what he had been told. Or that Erestor didn’t get a room until a week into his stay in Imladris. A room he still had today haphazardly thrown together with mismatching and misshapen pieces. Out of the way of the rest of the family chambers.

“Erestor join us please?” Melpomean said once more and Erestor stood slowly moving his plate over and sitting a seat away from the young elf.

“So I was thinking of leaving when Haldir goes to Lorien. We don’t get to spend much time together.”

“Mel, he has to arrive first,” Celebrian chided the excited elf with a giggle.

“He will be here tonight,” Mel said with a wistful smile. “I have been looking forward to it for quite a long time.”

“We understand. But do allow him to settle in his room first before you pounce on him,” Celebrian winked.

“Well yes he must bathe first, he wrote and said his brother may be joining him.”

“Which one?”

“The youngest Rumil. I met him once, he’s sweet,” Melpomean said. “But he’s no Haldir.”

“Oh dear, hide away our scribes. Rumil has a reputation for devouring bookish elves.”

“You hear that Erestor, you may have to recruit the almighty balrog slayer…Erestor?” Melpomean asked turning his head and seeing an empty place. And wheels turning in his head about Rumil and Erestor.


Haldir and Rumil rode side by side as they were on the last stretch of road back to Imladris.

“That little elf must be something dear Hal you have not stopped smiling since daybreak.”

“He is wonderful,” Haldir said with a smile. “Are you not anxious to get there? Claim your latest prize?”

“I…” Rumil began but then a voice whispered in his mind almost as it was his own thought.

“You want a challenge, you want the toughest elf to crack, you want Erestor.”

“I think I’ll try my hand at Elrond’s advisor. I hear he is a comely elf.”

Haldir laughed, “brother aim lower. For if you could accomplish that I would believe you touched by the valar.”

“We will see, we will see.”

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