Title: Mani Marte? 3/33
Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Erestor/?, Elrond/Thranduil (implied), Erestor/Glorfindel, Thranduil/ Viiresse (OFC)
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.
Erestor was already halfway through the morning correspondence when Elrond entered the study with another elf. Elrond just stared at Erestor who seemed oblivious to him as he was engrossed in a document. Elrond cleared his throat and Erestor looked up, ignoring the other elf though he recognized him as the advisor that worked directly below him in rank. He couldn’t recall the elf’s name.
“These are the most urgent, and this is a personal letter from Lord Celeborn that arrived this morning.”
“Wonderful.” Elrond said taking the parchments. If it hadn’t been for the brown haired elf at his side he may have just fallen into his daily routine. Elrond sighed; this would have been so much easier if Erestor hadn’t told him yesterday this was all he had. But Elrond just couldn’t pretend everything was normal, and he wasn’t sure he wanted someone like Erestor in such a trustworthy position.
“Figwit, could you excuse us for moment?” Figwit nodded and shuffled out of the room. “What are you doing?” Erestor didn’t respond, in fact he didn’t even look up at Elrond as he shook his head and put a parchment aside before picking up another. “Erestor, what are you doing?”
“What I always do.” Erestor replied.
“And what made you think you would still be my Chief Advisor when I can’t trust you to be honest with me? Figwit will be taking over your duties until such time as you see fit to tell the truth.”
Erestor didn’t argue, he didn’t try to defend himself and for a moment he didn’t do anything. Then he carefully placed the parchment he was reading aside, arranging the pages in their proper order. He put an ink bottle on top of the loose papers and stood.
Elrond watched as the elf who had been his Chief Advisor for the last few thousand years walk out of the room. Figwit had a bewildered expression on his face as he entered the room.
“What is it?” Elrond asked.
“It’s just…what did you say to him?”
“He looked like…well the only thing that comes close is, hmm…a lost child right at that moment when they realize they are lost. I was sure he was about to burst into tears. I almost asked him what was wrong.”
“Almost?” Elrond asked with a raised brow.
“Well, then I remembered it was Chief Advisor Erestor I was dealing with. It must have been my imagination, he couldn’t possibly show that much emotion. So I am to take over his duties?”
“Yes.” Elrond said sitting down with what Erestor had already prepared for him. This wasn’t so bad. It seemed that Figwit would do just fine.
“So, what’s the real reason you let Erestor go hmm? We all know he works, works, and works some more.”
“Well it’s not as if it will remain a secret for long. Erestor is with child.” Figwit looked over at Elrond then doubled over in a fit of laughter.
“No seriously. Why?” Figwit asked but the question was greeted with a deep frown from Elrond. “Seriously?! My word, I would like to meet the elf that melted that ice elf. So when’s the ceremony?”
“There isn’t going to be one.”
“What? Why not?”
“That’s where the problem is. Erestor has made some hideous claims against another elf, but refuses to admit the truth. My belief is that elf is bonded with another.” Figwit made a stunned gasping noise.
“I can’t believe it, and all this time we figured if he had any romantic inclinations they were for you.”
“Me?” Elrond sputtered.
“Well yes, you’re the only person he’s remotely civil to, but maybe that’s because you’re lord. Oh I know! Maybe one of the warriors, even Lord Glorfindel perhaps?”
“Glorfindel wasn’t present at the time this was to have occurred, also he is not bonded.”
“Hmm, what if his lover is someone you sent away with the twins’ party or the Lady Arwen’s. Maybe he has a lover, but he isn’t the father?”
“Hmm, a valid point. Why not cry rape to keep this lover a secret?” Elrond mused to himself.
“Rape?! He’s lying about that! What kind of elf is he?”
“A desperate one. You wouldn’t have any ideas on who this could be?”
“I would guess a warrior of some sort. All the scribes and advisors feel the same I do. As do the minstrels, it could also be an elf on the kitchen staff I suppose.”
“I see. Well you have given me a lot to think about, but we should get back to work.”
“Sure Elly.” Figwit said leaning back as he started to casually go through the papers, his mind already wondering how the other advisors would react to hearing his bombshell.
‘Elly?’ Elrond mouthed but said nothing, he saw no reason to be called lord in an informal situation but Elly?
Elrond was going mad. In the week that Figwit had been his acting chief advisor, it seemed that everything that could go wrong did. Figwit could not keep up with the work load and had asked Elrond to get an assistant or two. Now there were four elves barely keeping up with the work once done by one. That and their constant chatter was driving Elrond up the wall. It had come to the point that he considered taking the urgent documents to his private quarters.
“I swear he didn’t sleep to do this work all alone.” Figwit muttered and his four shadows burst into a fit of giggles.
“Well you know he didn’t sleep,” Pelin said with a giggle.
That was another thing that annoyed Elrond: Figwit was an incurable gossip. The day he had divulged about Erestor’s condition, it seemed all of Imladris was privy to the information. He was about to find any excuse to leave when he heard a knock on the door.
“Lord Elrond! Thank the Valar I found you.”
“Calm down, Tella. What is the matter?”
“Well you see,” she glanced at the four other elves. “Can we discuss this alone?” Elrond nodded. It seemed as though he was the only one who hadn’t known Figwit’s reputation. But the elf had barely spoken around him in the past.
“Well, it’s Lord Erestor. He’s always been so nice to me. Little things you know thank you, having his tray ready to go, very polite. I just don’t want those gossips to get wind of this. Who knows how they would twist it. You wouldn’t believe the things they are saying about the poor dear…”
“Tella is this why you came to liberate me from the giggling harpies in there?”
“Well I went to the healers and they refused to help. Two days I begged and pleaded, but they just ignore me or yell for me to go back to the kitchens. And then I hear about his condition. I just don’t understand it.”
“What is it?”
“Well I noticed that Erestor had been eating less and less, at first it didn’t really bother me. He’s never been a very big eater. But three days ago he stopped eating at all. He just sits on his couch and stares straight ahead. Nothing I say rouses him. I…I…I even slapped him. I am worried for him and the little one.”
Elrond frowned. What was Erestor up to now? “I will go take a look.”
“Thank you My Lord.” she said with a relieved smile as she followed Elrond to Erestor’s chambers. He opened the door to the bed room and looked back at Tella confused. “Oh I haven’t seen him in his room in weeks. He’s always in his study.” Elrond pushed open the door and walked over to Erestor.
He bent down in front of the elf and just stared at him. He took Erestor’s hand and it twitched. Elrond stared at Erestor and saw the awareness slowly returning to him. Elrond frowned and pulled back. Erestor blinked a few times then looked up at Elrond with confusion on his face.
“No friends indeed. Don’t bother me again,” Elrond said and stomped out of the room.
“What just happened?” Erestor muttered not noticing Tella. He started to drift off again when someone grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
“No! No more of that.”
“What? Oh, hello. Is it lunch then?” Erestor asked. Tella stared at Erestor with tears in her eyes.
“Yes. Let me go fetch something for you. Oh Lord Erestor, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could I borrow a book of poetry on the second age?” Tella said hoping to keep Erestor from falling into whatever stupor he had fallen into before.
“Of course.” he said going to his personal library as she rushed off to the kitchens to gather a meal for the frazzled elf.
Three days later Elrond was still trying to make sense of that strange scene with Tella. He finally decided to confront Erestor about it and left his study without a word to the giggling harpies. He went directly into Erestor’s study and found the elf seated in the same position in what seemed to be reverie. As he did before he took Erestor’s hand and a few moments later Erestor was again aware of his surroundings. It was the second time around Elrond noticed he had given Erestor a tiny jolt with his healing energy.
“Weren’t you here just a few moments ago?” Erestor asked, confused.
“With the nice girl, um, Tella, yes from the kitchens.”
“Erestor that was three days ago.”
“Days? Wasn’t it just a few hours? She borrowed a book when she came back with lunch my mind wandered. I think I would know if I was sitting here for days.”
“What have you done since I released you?”
“Thought about where I would go.”
“And where is that?” Elrond asked.
“The only place I can, Lorien.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to speak the truth? Just tell me what really happened? Do you think Galadriel and Celeborn will be anymore welcoming to your lies? They will not welcome you. If you do not care for your self, do the right thing for this child.”
“This *child* should not exist. I did not ask for this thing.” Erestor hissed.
“This thing as you so like to call it is an innocent soul. You will not harm it.”
“Not only do you think me a liar you think me a killer.”
“You just referred to your child as a thing…”
“What else would you call this abomination? It does not mean I would do it harm, I am no monster.” Erestor said throwing Elrond’s words back at him.
“Fine, I have no interest in this. As your healer I tell you confining yourself to your rooms is not healthy. I want you to take a daily walk, outside and start to eat more. Has the sickness passed?”
“I believe so.”
“I’m not sure…have I been sitting here for three days?”
“Longer if you count the three days before that.”
Erestor paled. “Then yes it has passed.”
“Wouldn’t…I mean…if you prefer I can speak to another healer.”
“They will not treat you; they heard of your condition and surrounding claims and refused Tella for two days.”
Erestor’s skin seemed to have taken on a yellowish tint. “They know?”
“Nearly all of Imladris knows, that is why Tella was so worried. I will leave word with her to supervise your diet. You are to eat everything she prepares for you.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“And do not forget the walks.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“I will look upon you again in a week’s time. If you do not follow these rules I see no reason for you to stay in Imladris any longer.”
“I understand” Erestor whispered.
“Good.” Elrond said leaving Erestor’s chambers.