Mani Marte pt04

Title: Mani Marte? 4/33
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Archive: http://goldshowers.bravepages.com
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.Glorfindel rode into Imladris, happy to be home. As were the rest of the elves in his party. They had accompanied the Lady Arden to Lothlorien and after relaxing for a few weeks decided it was time to return home. The journey had been uneventful and quick.

“I know what I’m doing the second I get home,” Maglin said with a suggestive wiggle of his brow.

“I think Tella would appreciate it if you bathed before going near her,” Glorfindel said with a laugh as they all handed their horses over to the stable boys. That was where all the soldiers separated as Glorfindel and Maglin were the only ones who actually lived in the Last Homely House.

They had barely stepped into the Last Homely House when a streak of black and dark gray streamed past Glorfindel and jumped into Maglin’s arms. He laughed and spun his wife around. She suddenly stood back from him with a sheepish smile.

“What?”

“Nothing, why don’t you go freshen up? I’ll prepare something nice for you, and you too Lord Glorfindel,” Tella said before skipping off.

“Freshen up?” Glorfindel asked mimicking Maglin’s wiggling brow.

“Not one more word,” Maglin muttered as he left.

“Of course,” Glorfindel said as he heard a steady drip from behind him. He turned and there was an elf in black robes sputtering and dripping. “You there!” Glorfindel exclaimed. The elf froze and started moving backwards. He ended up tripping on his own puddle. Glorfindel cringed when he heard the sickening crack of bone.

It was then he finally recognized Erestor who staggered to his feet and instantly collapsed when he put weight on his left foot. Glorfindel rushed to his side. “Erestor?” Glorfindel was surprised when Erestor actually scampered backwards away from him until he hit a wall and started looking around, clearly frantic.

When Glorfindel reached Erestor he was shocked to see tears in the elf’s eyes. “Please, no more. Wasn’t nearly drowning me enough for one day?” Erestor pleaded.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Just leave me be,” Erestor whispered curling up into the corner, the tears streaming down his wet face.

“But you can’t walk, you need a healer.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no. I heard that bone break; you can’t possibly walk on it.”

“I will manage.”

“Stop being stubborn! I’m trying to help you,” Glorfindel said and lifted Erestor into his arms.

“Put me down.”

“You are going to the healers. They need to properly set that bone.”

“Take me to my chambers, it doesn’t matter. Oh, just put me down.”

“Are you going to drag yourself through the Last Homely House then?”

“Fine, but do not take me to the healers.”

“Erestor don’t be foolish,” Glorfindel chided as he pushed open the door. The healers took one look at the elf in his arms and suddenly all of them had something more important to do. “What is the matter with you all? Can’t you see he is injured?”

“We will not treat that thing.”

“Are you happy now?” Erestor whispered.

“What kind of healers are you? To refuse to care for someone?”

“We have that right, take that whore elsewhere.”

Erestor used Glorfindel’s shock to his advantage and slipped out of the elf’s arms. Gritting his teeth against the pain he took the few steps to the door before Glorfindel composed himself and went after the injured elf. Erestor was leaning heavily against a wall, his face contorted in pain. Glorfindel walked over to Erestor and lifted the elf into his arms and started walking, then stopped dead in his tracks.

“Um…where are your chambers?”

“Down the corridor from yours.”

”Oh really? I never noticed,” Glorfindel said.

“No one else did, that door,” Erestor said and Glorfindel opened the outside door to his study.

”Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?”

“No.”

“But you at least want to change out of those wet robes. What happened there?”

“The same thing that happens every day. This time instead of throwing food they threw me. At least they realized I couldn’t swim.”

“You mean you could have drowned?! Who are these elves? Surely they must be punished.”

“But I’m just a liar and a whore…go you have done your good deed for the age.”

Glorfindel did go, but not to leave Erestor in peace but to find the one elf that could answer all his questions on how in less than five months Imladris had gone mad. He went into Elrond’s study, cast one look at Figwit and shook his head. Elrond looked up and smiled.

“It’s nice to see you home, old friend.”

“Home? Is that what you call this mad house where people are trying to drown defenceless elves?”

“What? Explain yourself.”

“Elrond, come with me you are the one who has explaining to do.”

Elrond followed Glorfindel and became extremely annoyed when he saw the destination. Over the past few months Elrond’s weekly visits had been quick five minute affairs consisting completely of yes no questions and a quick check of the baby’s progress. Erestor had caught on quickly and didn’t even bother to speak only nodding or shaking his head in answer.

Elrond entered the study to find Erestor clad only in his leggings squeezing excess water from his robes. Elrond raised a questioning brow but also noticed the black and blue marks on Erestor’s arm and his almost purple and painfully swollen left foot.

“What on earth happened?” Elrond exclaimed.

“I fell,” Erestor replied not looking up.

“Erestor! Look at those bruises. You did not just fall, that is not even what you said to me,” Glorfindel exclaimed.

Erestor did not respond to Glorfindel’s claims and continued to squeeze out his robe onto the floor. Elrond left the room, and returned a few moments later with some strips of cloth to bind Erestor’s foot.

“Do not walk on it for a few days. I will bring you some herbs for the pain later.” Erestor nodded not once looking at Elrond’s face as Glorfindel watched this all with growing confusion.

“Don’t you even want to know what happened?”

“He fell,” Elrond replied calmly. “If you will excuse me,” Elrond said leaving the room. Glorfindel stared his mouth agape as he looked between Erestor and the now shut door.

“You can go now.”

“I am not moving one inch until you tell me exactly what is going on,” Glorfindel said with his arms crossed staring at Erestor. After a moment he frowned. “Did you put on weight?”

“I am pregnant you idiot.”

“What really? That’s wonderful.” Erestor snorted. “That’s not wonderful?”

“It’s the reason an orc would probably be shown more kindness than me right now.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s very simple. Elrond didn’t like my answer when he asked who the father was. So I have until the child is born to change it or I am banished.”

“What? Why?!”

“He claims I am lying. Spend some time with your fellow elves you will learn the answers soon enough.”

Glorfindel stared at Erestor; this is not the way he had wanted to finally see inside Erestor’s chambers. “I’m not going anywhere.” Glorfindel could tell Erestor was highly uncomfortable and he walked through Erestor’s study to the door that lead to his room and returned with a pair of black leggings and a black robe.

“At least let me help you get into some dry clothes.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Would it be easier if I covered my eyes?” Glorfindel asked with a grin.

“It would be easier if you left.”

“Would you at least like me to carry you to bed?”

“No!” Erestor exclaimed sinking back into the chair looking at Glorfindel as if he was Saruon himself.

“What is the matter with you? You can’t walk to your bedroom.”

“I will stay here.”

“Here? Why?” Glorfindel asked then took a look at the couch. There was a light blanket folded on one end and a pillow. “Do you sleep here Erestor?”

“Yes, why is that any concern of yours?”

“You can’t be comfortable.”

“You really have no idea what is going on?”

“No why don’t you tell me?”

“All of Imladris despises me and I’m sure you will when you hear the truth from your dear friend. If you will excuse me I do want to get out of these wet clothes.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” Erestor asked calmly.

“Act as if you don’t care.” ‘An act I’m finally starting to see through,’ Glorfindel thought. “Why won’t you let me help you?”

“Because I don’t need your pity. Just get out.” Erestor said sounding like the cold unfeeling elf everyone had come to know.
Usually Glorfindel would have taken it as a personal attack. He may have slain a Balrog but it was nothing compared to being in love with someone who was a cold as a Balrog was hot. He marched his way back to Elrond’s study. He took one look at Figwit.

“Out.”

“What? No, as Chief Advisor…” Figwit gasped as Glorfindel grabbed him by the collar and tossed him out into the hall.

“Anyone else?”

“Glorfindel!” Elrond exclaimed as the three other elves ran out of the room. “I will not have you manhandling…”

“Sit down you can’t possibly care about some one abusing elves in your realm.”

“Glorfindel, what is this about?”

“I can not leave you alone for five minutes. I want you to explain to me now. What has happened? Why did you replace Erestor with that snivelling thing?”

“Figwit is somewhat of a nuisance.”

“Some what? He’s lucky I didn’t toss him over the balcony.”

“What has your temper so riled old friend?”

“What?! This mad house! Elrond I want answers! And Erestor is being his usual chatty self. So you who have the gall to treat him like the plague will have to tell me why.”

“The short of it. He had the nerve to accuse Thranduil of rape.”

Glorfindel fell back into the chair. He was stunned, but after a moment to compose himself he looked up at Elrond. “So your former lover is lounging out in the dungeons and you decided to take it out on Erestor?”

“Are you mad?! Thranduil is in Mirkwood blissfully unaware of the lies Erestor is spinning.”

“Lies? So its my imagination that Erestor is bulging at the middle?”

“I did not say he is not with child. All I am saying is the child is not Thranduil’s.”

“Did it ever occur to you he may be telling the truth?”

“The truth?! You expect me to believe that Thranduil is capable of such a horror? I know Thranduil and that is nothing but a wicked lie.”

“You two may have shared quite a few rolls in bed, but that was nearly an age ago. You do not think he may have changed. Or maybe he hasn’t. Pale features, hair as black as night, always hunched over a scroll or parchment. You’re right Thranduil hasn’t changed his tastes one bit.”

“How dare you! Get out!” Elrond yelled. Glorfindel stood and towered over the elf lord.

“I call you lord out of courtesy child. Do not think you can make me do anything I don’t want to,” Glorfindel said and marched out of the room leaving Elrond in stunned silence.

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