Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Elrond/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian, Haldir/Melpomean , Celebrian/OFC
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
There was no one to greet his ship and it drifted to the shore settling into the sandy bank. Stumbling off the ship he blindly walked until he collapsed against a tree.
“So now you like trees?” A melodic voice snarled and Erestor looked up confused. “How dare you come back here as if you are welcome. This place is sacred and your very presence taints it. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry won’t bring back my trees. Sorry won’t bring back the things you destroyed. Sorry won’t make anything better. You disgust me.”
Erestor nodded slowly, he already knew all of this. Hadn’t they always told him?
“Why are you even here?” She asked glaring.
“They thought I would die. So the didn’t want to leave me there.”
“You would have forced them to kill an elf? They should have listened to me and left you hanging there forever. You are no better, you have learned no lesson, it is just another one of your schemes.”
“Yavanna, what are you doing? He has suffered enough for one elf. The both of you come with me. We all have a lot to discuss.”
Leading the way to the Valar’s home Manwe led the way up the mountainous stairs. The journey made so that elves would have time to prepare and calm themselves and more often then not turn back before ever reaching the valar. Yavanna at his side, he didn’t notice at first how Erestor trailed behind. It wasn’t until a thump caught his attention. He turned and saw Erestor sprawled out on the steps panting.
Shaking his head in a blink they were all in a large room where all the valar were gathered save, Ulmo who had long since washed his hands of the entire enterprise.
Erestor stared at his feet as he fought to catch his breath. Looking up nervously he saw Namo and Irmo glaring at him and he staggered backwards bumping into someone, turning Tulklas backhanded him into a wall.
“Tulklas he us still elven.”
The valar shrugged uncaring. “I chose to leave him there to r ot.”
Erestor remained where he had landed coughing up blood his ribs having punctured his lungs. He would be dying if Namo allowed it. He looked at the thirteen gathered beings confused before passing out.
“We can not continue like this, Tulklas gather his true body. You will restrain him if you must.”
I am not a healer, I never have been, not in this life or the last. But even I could see there was no way he should have still been alive. As I watched the ship vanish I wondered if even the valar would be able to mend his troubled soul. He had always been so different.
A million thoughts run through my head as I watched the ship go and it comes back to one thing. I wronged him. From his first day to his last I wronged him. I was bitter at having such a responsibility. I had been given a new life what did I want with a child? It was so easy, everyone thought him so strange. No one ever questioned why I spent as little time as possible with him. And he was always the one to pay.
The journey home was in silence. Once we reached the last homely house I was compelled to go to his room. And again I realized how we wronged him. My bathing chamber was larger than his room and bathing chamber combined. Yet I never noticed. A tiny room all his life and no consideration for his belongings.
The small satchel he had packed remains on his bed. I am not sure how it got left behind but it saddens me that we did not even allow him a change of clothes, expecting those on Valinor to care for him completely. I was about to leave the room when I saw it and decided another wrong would make no difference. Taking the journal I opened to a random page, a book his teacher had given him and I could almost hear his monotone voice as he recalled a visit to the tailor and daring to admire some soft cotton robes.
Daring to admire? What normal elf believes they deserve nothing but wool year round? Where did he get such an idea that he was not good enough for simple cotton? We have maids that run about in silk pieces. The only elf he truly had to answer to was Elrond.
Glorfindel sighed as he shut his journal and glanced at Erestor’s sitting on his desk. Rolling his shoulders he stood and walked towards his balcony wondering how Erestor was faring now.
Erestor blinked and the first thing that became aware of were the chains around his wrists and ankles, and the same valar that had hit him holding on to the end of the chains. Tulklas, his name was Tulklas and the chains had been made by Aule for Morgoth, that didn’t make any sense. Why would they need such a thing for an elf? Had Tulklas not nearly broken him in two.
“Melkor?” Manwe attempted again. Noticing that Melkor was finally awake after being joined with his true body and all the memories that went with it.
“Erestor!” Varda exclaimed sharply and Erestor looked up wide eyed.
“What is going on?” He whispered more to himself. He felt so strange, he felt as if he were forgetting something that was on the tip of his tongue. It was then he realized that the others were speaking again.
“…decide what to do with him.”
“He had his fun I say we put him back where he belongs. This was a totally outrageous idea to begin with. To make that of all things an elf; he had a lovely life and wasted it.”
“Lovely life? Did any of you actually see Erestor live?” Manwe turned to the bewildered creature before him. “Tell us your happiest memory.”
“Lindir singing to me,” Erestor said without pause.
“You ruined the great song how nice of you to find peace in music now.”
“Why?” Manwe asked ignoring Vaire.
“They were the only nights I didn’t have nightmares.”
“How long was this?”
“Three or four nights, its hard to remember,” Erestor replied.
“Why did you stop?”
“He said he wanted to be rid of me.”
“Who would not?” Irmo asked.
“You should not be so quick to comment, who has nightmares every night of their existence without your touch. It seems I was watching the wrong one all the time. Any one else play with his life?”
“Only to be sure he got what he deserved.”
“What did you weave?” Manwe asked, now sure he should have focused less on Erestor and more on the valar.
“Everyone simply treated him as he deserved.” Manwe frowned then turned to Erestor, he never spent longer than a few moments watching Erestor directly. Usually assured by the lack of darkness in the valley that all was well with the elf.
“When is your begetting day?”
“I don’t know.”
“No one told you? Gave you a gift ever?”
Someone gave coal once in yule, they left it at the door.”
The bark of laughter from Tulklas made Erestor cringe in terror though he wasn’t sure why. “You don’t even know.”
“I fear to hear about your love life,” Tulklas muttered.
“Oh no, we will not leave anything out,” Vaire said, “what was your first sexual experience oh suffering one,” the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
“I didn’t really know what it was when it started, first I would sit in his lap and it would get wet. Then I would have to put it in my mouth. He would have to carry ot when he put it in me, I wouldn’t be able to walk at first.”
“And I’m sure you enjoyed every moment of it.”
“You are not supposed to enjoy your punishment.”
“Punishment?” Manwe asked.
“Yes I took to long to learn my lessons.”
“One little bad experience does not change what he is. And if you dare think it does remember his greatest atrocity. I think there are many elves under Namo’s care that still do not know that they are elves and not his warped creatures.”
“So what would you suggest we do with him.”
“Place him back into the void.”
“This is all an act anyway,” Tulkas said. Manwe looked at the gathered and none objected this time.
The valar smiled as he yanked the chains dragging his way to the void. Erestor followed as best he could his stumbling only annoying the valar.
Reaching the void Tulklas was surprised when Melkor did not put up any kind of fight and simply went quietly as he was shackled into place.