Behind Closed Doors pt06

Title: Behind Closed Doors 6/?
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: midnightscribbles@gmail.com
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Pairings: Elrond/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian, Haldir/Melpomean , Celebrian/OFC
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, mentions of rape

The twins stared dispassionately at the form in the healing wing. When they had found Erestor they had fought with a passion unmatched as they had been informed of their father’s plan shortly before leaving to spend some months with the rangers.

They had assumed it was their mother returning early leaving Erestor and most of the guards behind, traveling with just a few messengers, nothing near enough defense from a pack of orcs.

When they had entered the cave and seen the pale legs and the orcs between them they had been mad with rage. Killing the entire band within minutes before realizing it was Erestor not their mother.

Now hearing that their mother was safe and sound and that their own grandmother barred Erestor from entering the woods they wondered if they should not have left him behind to burn with the orc carcasses.

Erestor whimpered and thrashed despite the large doses of herbs he had been given the nightmares permeating the induced sleep.

Elrond stepped out into the hall and looked at his sons. “You both did well.”

“If it had been Nana,” Elladan began.

“It was not,” Elrond corrected, “we will see how Erestor fares once he wakes.”

“Will he live?”

“Yes, you got to him in time. Longer and the blood loss surely would have killed him. It is a wonder that it did not.”

“Do you think he will sail west?” Elrohir asked.

“Elves react differently, some fade straight away, some sail, some refuse to let such a thing defeat them, other’s slowly start to fade, it will depend on Erestor,” Elrond said.

“And Nana is still in the golden wood?”

“Yes, I have never been so pleased to have Galadriel upset with me; she knew of the plan, and decided to keep Celebrian for the year that I would have saddled her with Erestor, not that your mother is too upset.”

“Ah yes Nana has company. Well you still have Glorfindel ada.”

“I know but she is my best friend, I know a year is not that long but I will miss her,” Elrond said, “I suppose I am being silly, I think part of me just can not get over the fact that it was suppose to be her on that road. I do not think I will feel comfortable until she is sitting here laughing at my foolishness..”

“Ada we understand. We share some of your feelings.”

“Of course boys,” Elrond said leading them away from the depressing healing halls.

*****

“He will not fade.”

“Of course not, as if I would allow such a thing! You insult me brother.”

“He will sail.”

“Yes, its time this farce came to an end.”

“We all know how he will act once he wakes, some of his powers are leaking to him. Clearly he will be a danger to elven kind in a short time. In Valinor we can take care of him.”

“Put him back where he belongs.”

“Now I have some manipulations to make. To make sure they decide to send him west.”

“I leave you to your work brother.”

“And you yours brother.”

*****

“Erestor how do you feel?”

“There is some pain,” Erestor said emotionlessly.

“Some pain? You were violated by a pack of orcs, your insides are mangled, you have a broken arm and ribs. Do you not feel all this?”

Erestor shut his eyes and took a deep breath, “There is some pain,” he repeated.

“Erestor, not feeling this pain is a sign of fading. Do not be strong, tell me if you feel pain.”

“Some. I should resume my duties.”

“How? You can not walk! You have a single useful arm and not the one you use to write, you can not spend more than a few minutes sitting,” Elrond roared. “You are useless. You can not even be moved your rooms for some weeks yet.”

“I understand.”

“You have a visitor, are you willing to see Mel?”

“I suppose.”

Elrond walked to door and Melpomean entered the chamber, looking around at all the herbs. He took a look at Erestor and gasped. The elf’s face was black and blue, and he could see more bruises on the parts of him that were exposed.

“The other’s told me, I did not believe them. But it is clear, even the valar forsake the likes of you, or Namo would have allowed you to find peace. I suppose it is fitting after what you accused Rumil of. I can’t believe that I ever felt anything for you short of disgust.”

With that Melpomean left the room and Elrond looked at Erestor. “How do you feel about losing your only friend?”

“I do not deserve friends,” Erestor said tiredly.

Elrond frowned and walked out of the room trying to understand the elf. If not for the obvious wounds he would not have believed anything had happened to Erestor at all. His detachment was not a good sign.

He was in his office drafting a letter to Cirdan before he was truly aware of what he was doing. Tossing it aside he realized Erestor was barely healed. It would be some time yet before such a decision could be made. And there was always the chance that Erestor would choose himself to sail west or recover.

Sighing he began a letter to Celebrian that helped to lighten his mood. Even bantering with her on parchment lightened his mood.

Letting thoughts of Erestor fade from the forefront of his mind he stood and looked out the window, which happed to overlook the training grounds, sighing as he realized he had missed the sparring due to Erestor as was regaled to watching Glorfindel carry a few weapons into the storage shed with a few of his other elves.

Shaking his head he returned to his work.

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