Mani Marte pt01

Title: Mani Marte? 1/33
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Archive: http://midnightscribbles.envy.nu
Beta:Beckyboo
Pairings: Erestor/?, Elrond/Thranduil (implied), Erestor/Glorfindel, Thranduil/ Viiresse (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Erestor learns he’s pregnant and starts crying rape. But is he telling the truth? Or is he trying to hide the shame of his unwedded relationship with another elf by spinning a fine web of lies.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
Warnings: “?Rape?”, Angst, MPREG,
Authors Notes: Loosely based on some happenings in the LOTR RPG I’m currently playing, In Silpion’s light. Thanks to Az and her mad Elladan for the inspiration. ;) Thanks to Milly for helping all this make sense.
Feedback: Sure I’d love some.

Elrond entered the library after having a nice breakfast with his family to find Erestor already hard at work on a stack of correspondence, from all sorts. The Lord of Imladris shook his head; Erestor was the first to work in the morning and the last to bed, no matter how much Elrond tried to get him to loosen up. He seemed to not have a life outside his role as chief advisor and that was not healthy. He had tried many times to bring Erestor out of his shell and failed but this time he would not be deterred.

“Erestor, have you even had breakfast?”

“Yes My Lord.” Erestor said, pointing to a barely touched tray.

“Erestor, you work too hard.”

“If I did there would not be nearly this much work.” Erestor replied. “These require your attention immediately.” Erestor said handing Elrond the smallest pile of parchments.

“Alright. Erestor, as you know the Mirkwood party leaves tomorrow morning and we are having a ball tonight…”

“Yes, the cooks have prepared…”

“Erestor, I want you to attend this ball.” Elrond interrupted.

“What? Why?”

“You need to have some fun, meet a nice elf. Even if for just the night.”

“For the night?” Erestor said in a near inaudible whisper.

“Don’t appear so shocked. It is not as though I am talking about children. Erestor, to be honest it disturbs me that I can not remember ever hearing you laugh.”

“I am content if that is what you mean.”

“But are you happy? Alone is not a way to spend all your years on Middle Earth.”

“I am fine. I do not want to go to the party.”

“Erestor I did not want to do this. I order you to go to the ball tonight. I also order you to go to the tailors and wear the robe I had commissioned for you.”

“Yes My Lord.” Erestor whispered.

“Erestor, about the tailor, I meant now.”

“Yes My Lord.” Erestor said standing and leaving the room.

“Now if only I could get him to call me Elrond.” Elrond muttered.

Erestor walked through the halls slightly stunned. What had gotten into Elrond? He had never taken a real interest in his personal life before, happy that he was a dedicated and good Advisor. The only time they had come close to being friends had been when he was tutoring the twins. It was also then he had realized his attraction, and forced some distance between them. A simple thing of calling him ‘My Lord’ had made him seem untouchable.

Erestor reached the tailors and saw that another elf was there picking up some clothing as well.

“Ah, Lord Erestor, I was wondering when you would arrive. I have to admit I’m surprised on the color choice but it will be flattering on you.” The tailor said, drawing out a light blue robe. Erestor was stunned, Elrond had lost his immortal mind. How could he possibly wear such a thing, without looking like anything but a light blue fool.

“I was starting to think you did not know there were other colors beyond black, brown, and gray.” The tailor said with a chuckle.

Erestor muttered some dwarvish under his breath as he took the robe and made his way back to his chambers to deposit it before he returned to work.

******

Erestor had stood quietly in the corner nursing a glass of wine for the better part of an hour having no interest in a ball but also having been instructed by Elrond to make his presence known. The arrival of the King of Mirkwood and his party was the reason for this celebration. He had brought along his son and if the way he was dancing with the twins was any indication he would get along just fine here.

His eyes wandered to Thranduil. Ai Thranduil! Erestor found him arrogant and calculating. He always seemed to be looking down his nose at everyone. He had a feeling it was because Elrond was Half-elven and he had never even once addressed Elrond as Lord. Thranduil should count himself lucky to even be allowed in Elrond’s presence. Elrond was everything a great leader should be: kind, understanding, open, fair, and extremely attractive, at least to Erestor.

“See something you like?” Erestor whirled round and found himself face to face to something he wished he could have.

“My lord?”

“Erestor, go talk to him. I’m sure you and Thranduil would get along. I think you two would have more in common than you would think.”

“I don’t…”

“Go ahead, stop sulking.”

“But I…”

“Go. You both could use some love in your lives.” Elrond said before walking over to Lindir who was overseeing all the music for the evening. Erestor had no intention of approaching Thranduil, having no interest in the elf, when Thranduil approached him.

“Erestor? Why do you hide yourself in the shadows?”

“I am not in the shadows King Thranduil.”

“Why the formalities? This is a celebration, call me Thranduil. That’s a lovely robe by the way.” Thranduil says smiling and Erestor was so surprised at receiving a complement he blushed at the blonde king. These robes, bah, he would probably be laughing at him the moment he turned his back.

“Th…Thank you.” Erestor whispered.

“Erestor, something has been bothering me since the meetings. I’m sure I didn’t sign one of the documents.”

“But I looked…”

“Humour an old elf?”

“Fine,” Erestor whispered. “They are in my chambers. Follow me.”

Erestor lead the way to his rooms, annoyed. As if he hadn’t looked the documents over to make sure everything was in order. The more time he spent with Thranduil the more he disliked him, even now the King was sipping his wine and barely looking at Erestor as they left the party.

“The scrolls are here.”

“I thought you said they were in your room?” Thranduil says looking around what clearly looked like a study.

“These are my chambers yes. My room is in there.” Erestor said pointing to a door.

“Yes, well this will only take a moment.” Thranduil said as he rifled through the papers. “Yes I was right, I didn’t sign one. A quill please?”

Erestor opened a draw and handed it to Thranduil who quickly signed the parchment. Erestor gathered the papers and put them away. He turned to Thranduil who took a step forward and lost his balance tossing his entire wine glass onto Erestor’s light blue robes. Erestor looked at the stain and back at Thranduil who had a sheepish look on his face.

“I’m so sorry.” Thranduil exclaims patting down Erestor’s chest.

“Excuse me, I’m sure you can find your way back to the celebration.”

“Yes of course.” Thranduil says making to leave as Erestor enters his room. He smiles and slowly makes his way to the door of Erestor’s room where the door is slightly ajar. Erestor had already pulled off the soiled robe.

*******

The next morning Elrond was surprised not to see Erestor when they were saying goodbye to the Mirkwood party. His Advisor was always up before he was already going through Imladris’ daily rounds. He turned to the twins and smiled, embracing them both. He knew Thranduil would watch over them and the new found friendship with Legolas could only lead to good.

“I want you both to behave.”

”Ada.” The twins whined in unison.

“You should know I gave Thranduil full permission to discipline you in anyway he sees fit.”

“Really now Elrond. Do you expect me to turn them over my knee?” Thranduil asked with a chuckle.

“If necessary. You haven’t known these two for as long as I have.” Elrond said smiling.

“I see. I will take it into consideration.” Thranduil said grinning.

“Ada!” Legolas chided.

“I will watch your sons, and I give you the same permission for when the three of them return. Though you may have to learn to climb trees to catch Legolas. Something I would most enjoy seeing in those pretty little robes of yours.”

“Ha! Thranduil I have seen your formal robes, it’s a wonder you have never been called ‘Queen’.”

The twins and Legolas exchanged a look, wondering about the formal air their fathers had had for most of the time shattered by playful banter. A side they hadn’t seen since they were children.

“Seems to me, dear brother, we will have to be the adults here,” Elladan said.

“And how could you possibly do that?” Legolas asked grinning.

Elrond clapped his hands. “All of you out of my realm. Give me a few moments of peace.”

“Good bye Ada.” The twins said giving their father a final hug before they mounted their horses. Elrond looked over at Thranduil and Legolas and approached Legolas first.

“Legolas, it was a pleasure seeing after so long. And I have to say despite your father’s influence you have become a wonderful elf. I hope some of your maturity can rub off on my mad sons.”

“Thank you Lord Elrond,” Legolas said blushing and at the same time trying not to laugh.

“And you,” Elrond said turning to Thranduil, his features softened. “It is always a pleasure to see you old friend.” Elrond whispered.

“And you.” Thranduil said embracing Elrond. “I will keep them safe.”

“I know you will.” he said as they released each other. Thranduil was the last to mount his horse but he led the party out of the courtyard to where the rest of the elves of both Mirkwood and Imladris were waiting to travel to Mirkwood. Elrond smiled making his way back inside. He would miss his sons, but he knew they were in good hands.

He entered his study and there was Erestor was in his usual seat at the desk, but something seemed wrong. He walked over to Erestor and put a hand on his shoulder who nearly jumped out of his skin.

“My Lord…I” Erestor stammered, gathering the papers he had scattered. Elrond helped Erestor gather the papers and noticed how tired the elf looked.

“Erestor did you get any rest? You look exhausted.”

“Ye…yes…I’m fine.”

“Oh!” Elrond exclaimed, realizing what must have happened. “Did you and Thranduil make a night of it then?”

“What?” Erestor squeaked, his eyes so large they looked as if they would fall out of his head. “No…nothing…happened…I just had too much wine.”

“I see.” Elrond said with a smile. “But go rest.”

“I would rather work.” Erestor replied politely.

“What am I to do with you Erestor?” Elrond said sighing as he went to his own desk.

“I do not know My Lord.”

“For the hundredth time, we are not in a formal meeting just call me Elrond.”

“I’m sorry.” Erestor whispered and went back to work.

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