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.
Glorfindel stood nervously at the door with Tella who had Erestor’s breakfast. He was tugging at the sleeves of his robes unsure of what to do with himself. He was dressed in a deep blue tunic and tight black leggings and soft black boots.
“You look very handsome.”
”Really? Thank you, I thought he would like dark colors.”
“Well what he needs to like is your apology. How could you do that?” Tella said shaking her head. “Here is the tray, good day.”
Glorfindel watched as Tella walked down the hall and disappeared turning down a corridor. Glorfindel knocked then pushed open the door. Erestor was sitting at his desk blankly leafing through a old boring tome.
“Thank you Tella,” Erestor whispered looking not looking up.
“I have been called a lot of things in my day but an elf maid is not one of them,” Glorfindel says placing the tray down. He saw as Erestor stiffened and he could tell his light sense of humour wouldn’t go very far with him. “Erestor, I’m sorry. What I said was rude and uncalled for.”
Glorfindel waited but when he couldn’t see any reaction from Erestor turned away to leave. He was at the door before he heard the tiny whisper.
“Thank you,” Erestor whispered. Glorfindel grinned and turned but Erestor was eating with one hand and turning pages with another. He did not look like he was about to have a deep, meaningful conversation. Glorfindel made his way to the kitchen.
“Well, how did it go?” Tella asked.
“I apologized and he said thank you, I decided to cut it short there.”
“I think that was for the best. Continue to bring him meals you will know when he wants to talk.”
”You knew he did not wish for conversation did you not?”
“I will expect you here at noon to collect his tray for lunch.”
A quarter of an hour later Tella went to collect Erestor’s breakfast. The elf was nearly done with his book and one look at his bound and elevated foot let her know he wouldn’t be able to get another.
“Would you like me to get you another book?”
Erestor looked up at Tella as if he was stunned to be asked a question. “Yes, if it would not be too much trouble.”
Tella walked over to the shelf and looked at all the titles. “Do you have a preference?”
“Anything large,” Erestor whispered. Tella nodded and grabbed the largest book she saw. She carried it over to the desk and placed it on the side. “Thank you.”
For days the same pattern was followed. Glorfindel would bring Erestor his meals and Tella would collect the empty tray. Finally after nearly a week Tella came and there was nothing for her to collect.
“Glorfindel took it already.”
“So you two had a nice talk?”
“He did not say anything. I do not understand why he keeps coming here.”
“Well,” Tella started trying to decided how much to reveal. “He wants to be your friend, he’s just not sure how to do it. Why don’t you talk to him?”
“What would be the point? In less then a year’s time I will be banished.” Tella stifled a gasp and stared at Erestor wide eyed. “I have never before and I have no use for a friend now.”
“You shouldn’t say such a thing. You must have had a good friend before you came to Imladris. When you were a small child perhaps?”
“I was born at a strange time, the youngest elf had long since reached her majority and I was 40 before another child was born.”
“Are you telling me…that you never had a friend?” Erestor’s brow furrowed for a moment as he thought. The simple fact having never occurred to him before.
“I suppose so,” Erestor said with a shrug. “Could you tell Glorfindel he’s wasting his time?”
Tella nodded silently and nearly fled the room so Erestor would not see her tears. She blindly ran into her chambers where Glorfindel and Maglin were playing a game of chess. She saw both elves and instantly tried to dry her eyes but her husband had already noticed her distressed state. He enveloped her in his arms and whispered some words of comfort. She pulled away after a few moments.
“What is it? What happened?”
“It’s just so sad,” she sniffed.
“Should I,” Glorfindel asks tilting his head towards the door.
“No, you need to hear this too,” Tella said moving to a chair. “I just had the most shocking conversation with Erestor. He told me…he’s never had a friend.”
“Well, Erestor is not the most social elf,” Glorfindel started.
“No you do not understand, not ever. Not one.”
“In all his life? How is that possible? How did he not go mad? How could he survive such an empty life?” Maglin whispered.
Glorfindel on the other hand stood and walked out of the room and walked to Erestor’s room. He knocked and pushed the door open before waiting for a response. He froze in his tracks. Elrond was in the room fully playing out the distant, cold healer role.
“There may be some slight discomfort for a day or so. But the bone has healed well. You should be able to be fully mobile by the day after tomorrow. Do you have any questions?” Erestor shook his head. “Fine I will see you in a week’s time.” Elrond turned and arched an eye brow at Glorfindel who simply used his finger to mimic the arch.
Elrond smiled slightly then made his way past Glorfindel. Despite their difference of opinion on the topic of Erestor they could not simply erase thousands of years of friendship. They had simply agreed to disagree and avoided the topic of Erestor.
“Why?” Erestor asked and Glorfindel stepped in and shut the door behind him.
“Why do you want to be my friend? I will not be in Imladris much longer, you have never shown any interest in me before.”
“That is not true, I have just been more persistent this time. And what does it matter where you live? I travel between all three elven realms. I have friends in all of them. I even have human friends though those friendships for obvious reasons are strange. Enough about me, tell me about you.”
“Me? There’s nothing to tell.”
“Of course there is, everyone has a story. Tell me about your life. You seem to like books, when did that start?” Glorfindel asked taking as seat across from Erestor.
“I’ve always loved books, my father was a scribe. I can remember always being underfoot. I learned to read at a truly early age. And the other scribes humoured me because I was a quiet child and did not get in the way. They even built me a little desk.”
“That must have been a adorable sight. I would love to have seen it.”
“You would?” Erestor stood and slowly made his way to his shelf and brought back a large flat leather bound book. “My mother was an artist.” He opened the book to a few pages in and turned it so Glorfindel could see. “That was me.”
Glorfindel looked at the picture of a smiling child sitting at a child sized desk. Glorfindel turned the page and saw a sketch with Erestor and his father, who had a cheerful expression on his face holding Erestor in the air in his arms. The next was a family picture and Glorfindel looked up.
“What happened to your family, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Its fine. They sailed west a little while after I was installed as Chief Advisor. They were very happy for me,” Erestor said calmly.
Glorfindel turned the pages and noticed the next few pages were scenery. One was of the waterfalls in Imladris. Another stopped him cold.
“She drew this?”
“No that was me, I am not as good as she was.”
“But… did you ever see Gondolin?”
“No, I read some descriptions. That is what I saw, it is probably laughable from the viewpoint of someone who has actually been there.”
“Erestor this is near perfection. You have an amazing talent. Have you ever tried portraits?”
“Yes I have a few if you continue.”
Glorfindel turned a few pages and the first portrait he saw was of Elrond, dressed in his regal best presiding over a meeting. The next was a sketch of the twins when they were much younger. Around the age they would have spent the most time with Erestor before they began their warrior training. Even in the drawing he could tell them apart, which was a testament to Erestor’s skill.
Another image of Elrond followed by one of Elrond the twins and Arwen. The last drawn one was yet another image of Elrond.
“Why so many images of Elrond?”
Erestor prayed he wasn’t blushing as he searched his mind for an answer. “I do not have people sit for me. I spend, well spent a lot of time with Elrond it was easy to draw him from memory.”
Glorfindel wished he could arc his brow but settled for a tiny nod. He had a feeling he had just discovered Erestor’s deepest secret. But he knew he couldn’t admit it, this fragile friendship would never last. So Erestor had lost his heart to Elrond. This new fact gave him even more reason to believe Erestor. If only he could, he would wave this in Elrond’s face.
“Is there anything you would want to ask me?”
“No…well…yes but it may be an upsetting subject.”
“The Balrog?” Glorfindel asked trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.
“No no, that’s just horrid. What was it like to live in Gondolin?”
“Oh, actually it is not that upsetting.”
They spent hours discussing their lives, Erestor’s in Lothlorien and Glorfindel’s in Gondolin. And when Tella came with Erestor’s dinner she was happily surprised to see the two talking and quickly gathered a tray for the other.