Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Elrond/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian, Haldir/Melpomean , Celebrian/OMC
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,
Rumil continued to lead Erestor through the garden until they could only faintly hear the music in the distance. He paused and admired Erestor looking at the way the robe hugged the slender body.
“I want you to take me.”
Rumil’s head snapped up to Erestor’s mouth. Had he just heard right?
“What?” Erestor looked at Rumil and wondered what he was asking about he hadn’t said a word. Then again he was wondering why Rumil had decided to drag him through the gardens. Though he was grateful for not having to stay at the celebration. It would only have been a matter of time before someone told him that he did not belong there.
Rumil looked up at the sky and the stars and smiled. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
“I suppose,” Erestor said softly.
Rumil shrugged and led Erestor to a tree. Leaning against the smooth bark of the beech he pulled an unresisting Erestor against him.
“See those three bright ones grouped together? Me and my brothers used to call those our stars. Did you have any special stars as a child?”
“No, my tutor did not think stargazing worthwhile.”
“Too bad,” Rumil said feeling bold and softly kissed Erestor’s neck.
“Here?” Erestor repeated.
“Do we not need oil?”
“No…why would we.”
“Are you sure? You will be fine?”
“I will be fine.”
“It would be better if you faced the tree,” Rumil said surprised at how easy this was. This had been his quickest seduction ever.
“Alright,” Erestor said as he turned to the tree. “What…” his words stopped as Rumil lifted his robes and his hands slipped around the elf to pull at the ties to his leggings and pull them down. “Oh…” was Erestor’s only reaction as Rumil spread his cheeks and stuck his fingers in his mouth as the barest form of lubrication.
“Hurry! He’s preparing him!”
“I know! I know! I just have to…”
“No,” a breathless voice said. “Just do it, I will be fine.”
Rumil felt the tightness about his finger and was doubtful for a moment but decided to take Erestor’s word for it. The pain would easily outweigh the pleasure if the elf was lying and he had no reason to do that.
Removing his finger he spit onto his hand and stroked his erection, before lining it up with Erestor’s opening and slowly starting to enter him.
“But I…” Rumil started.
“Harder!” Rumil shoved forward and entered Erestor in one smooth stroke and the elf’s scream of agony carried to the party where elves instantly started to search out the pained wail.
Rumil oblivious wrapped in the fog of a dream and the tightness of Erestor’s body heard nothing but a pleasure filled moan.
Rumil did not question this time setting about a brutal pace slamming Erestor against the tree as he tightly gripped the slender hips.
He was completely taken by surprise when he was pulled away from his partner by some of Imladris’ guards and his own brother.
“What are you all doing?” Rumil asked as he was surrounded and separated from Erestor.
“Rumil!” Haldir asked disbelieving pointing to his blood stained erection.
“But he wanted me to…I asked if he would be…”
“We could hear the screams from the celebration and they were not ones of pleasure!”
“You do not think I would know if my partner was in pain?”
“Rumil look at the blood, did you even prepare him?” Haldir asked looking for an explanation not believing his brother would do such a thing.
“He asked me not to,” Rumil said. “Why not just ask him? Erestor?”
Rumil look towards the tree to find that the elf had left while he was being accosted by the guards and questioned by his brother.
Erestor slowly moved up the stairs pausing every other step for a few seconds as the pain flared with his climbing. He simply wanted to get to his room bathe and go to bed and forget this night had ever happened.
“Erestor could you move any slower?” Elrond asked having come up the stairs behind him leading a flushed Glorfindel up to their chambers. “And where did you get such a ridiculous outfit?”
“He shouldn’t have wasted something so fine on the likes of you.”
“That’s enough out of you Fin, you’re going to bed.”
“Good,” Glorfindel said smacking Elrond’s bottom.
“Glorfindel! What are you staring at? Go!” Elrond snapped and Erestor quickly finished climbing up the stairs despite the pain it caused him. Heading to his room he headed to the bath pulling out some herbs he poured a measured amount into the now cold water and climbed in sitting until they took effect and the bleeding stopped and the pain was numbed.
Dressing in sleep clothes he climbed into his bed curling up into a small ball wondering what it was he had done this time and supposed it was going to the party. He knew he was not supposed to celebrate but yet he had gone.
The next morning Erestor woke to banging on his door. Standing he pulled it open only to be grabbed none to gently by Glorfindel and dragged down the hall.
“Where are we going?”
“You are going to explain what that madness was last night.”
“Between you and Rumil.”
“Erestor good, have a seat,” Elrond said already seated in the council chamber. Erestor took his customary seat shifting slightly. Looking around he saw Haldir and Rumil seated at the other end of the table and Celebrian and Glorfindel standing near the door speaking in hushed whispers to each other.
“Erestor tell them you asked me to do that last night,” Rumil said before another word could be said.
“I asked for it,” Erestor said simply.
“You asked for Rumil to take you until you bled? You asked Rumil to make you bleed?” Elrond asked disgusted.
“Did you want to have relations with Rumil?”
“We did not have relations,” Erestor replied.
“Would you like to tell us what did happen last night after you left the celebration?” Elrond asked.
“Rumil took me to the garden and pointed out three stars. He pulled me against him, then told me to face the tree and remove my leggings so I did.”
“Did you know what he was going to do?”
“Did you wish for this to happen?”
“Did you struggle?” Elrond asked.
“Do you fear Rumil?”
“So let me get this straight,” Elrond said coldly, “You let Rumil take you brutally and harshly, though you did not want to but you did not put up any kind of fight.”
“You told me to!” Rumil exclaimed not able to keep silent any longer. “I asked if you were sure and you said you would be fine! Why are you lying now?”
“You know what,” Elrond started, “I am not as adept at seeing the truth as your lady and you are not under my command to punish really. I will send you both to lorien and your lord and lady can decide the truth. As for now I will act as none of this happened since I can not get a straight answer out of the supposed victim.”
“Yes lord Elrond,” Haldir said even as both he and Rumil glared daggers and Erestor.