Mani Marte pt07

Title: Mani Marte? 7/33
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Beta: Beckyboo
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.

Erestor sighed as he made his way out of his room. He didn’t want to take this walk right now, but he had to. He did not want to be thrown out of Imladris. He wanted to stay but he knew that was impossible. This thing had sealed his fate.

The only thing he couldn’t understand was Glorfindel’s sudden attention. They existed on different spheres and it wasn’t often that their paths crossed. But as he thought back on it he realised Glorfindel had tried to engage him in conversation before. Constantly in fact, now that Erestor thought about it. Especially for a warrior who was so close to Elrond he preferred reporting to the lord over a casual lunch and had no need to ever deal with the Chief Advisor. All those times he had simply shrugged the blonde off, or ended the conversation with a stream of one word answers.

He couldn’t believe he had shown Glorfindel his drawings. But he had seemed seriously interested in him as a child. Now however, he had opened up a can of worms. He was constantly spending time thinking of his parents. Maybe he should just sail to Valinor as there was nothing keeping him here. But could he really? Why would they treat him any differently there? Even if he said nothing, how long would it be before some elf with a big mouth sailed as well? What ship would even carry him? He had no doubt that word of this had spread like wildfire through all the Elven realms. Would it be fair to take a child who had just started to live away from Middle earth?

But would it be better to stay? He would be banished from his home and would carry his unwed shame all his life. And that child, how could he expect it to have any semblance of a normal life in a broken family? It would be an outcast just as much as Erestor would be. How would a child who didn’t understand any of that deal with it? He had seen children teased for the strangest things, why not being born of a male and only having one parent? Such a thing was simply unheard of.

Erestor walked slowly towards the garden, not from pain but dread. His thoughts strayed from Valinor to his current situation and his hidden motives. He knew why he took this path at this time everyday. Without fail it was when Elrond would step out to observe Imladris while he drank some soothing tea.

Today was no different as Erestor snuck glances at Elrond from afar. He walked and did not see the spoiled fruit until it stuck him in the face. He used his sleeve to wipe his face then continued his walk.

Glorfindel walked into Erestor’s room with a lunch tray in his hand. He looked around trying to spot Erestor but quickly realized the room was empty. He set the tray down and went into the bedroom. The room was as spotless as always except for the door to his wardrobe, which was slightly ajar as a piece of light blue material stuck to it.

Glorfindel curious as to why Erestor owned such a light colored robe, sure the elf preferred greys and blacks. He pulled it out and saw that it was a beautiful robe. The tailor had outdone himself.

Glorfindel took out the robe and started to observe it when he noticed the stain. Stunned for a moment he thought it was blood then upon closer inspection realized it was just wine. When the door to the study slammed he quickly shoved it back in and walked out hoping he didn’t have a guilty look on his face.

“There you are I…” Glorfindel’s words froze as he got a good look at Erestor. There were bits and pieces of food in his hair and he looked like someone had thrown the kitchen waste onto his robes.

“If you will excuse me, I need to get cleaned up.”

“Erestor! What happened? You look as if you fell into the trash.”

“No, it’s my daily greeting on my walks.”

“You should tell Elrond, he can’t be this pigheaded.”

“You were here when he treated me, he has never taken much of an interest in me. And now he truly doesn’t care. It is just food.”

“But before! You could have died!”

“How many elves do you know who can’t swim?”

“None, why…no wait you…but what does that…”

“They had no intention of trying to kill me and that is what Elrond would say. Now please, I am quite sticky.”

”Erestor, I…” Glorfindel stopped. “Let me help.”

“I am no longer injured and I am quite capable of drawing a bath for myself,” Erestor whispered.

“I’m just want to help you get out of this smelly robe,” Glorfindel started reaching for Erestor whose eyes went wide with fear. Erestor was slowly inching for the door. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing, you are being unreasonable. Why do you want to see me bathing?”

Glorfindel stared at Erestor wondering what he was so afraid of. It wasn’t as if he would attack the elf in the bath. Hadn’t he already proved he wasn’t one of those food throwing elves? “I will not try and drown you in the bath.”

“I do not need any help. Why do you think I do?”

“You’re pregnant…”

“I have been so for quite a few months. I have no need of aid in bathing. Now excuse me,” Erestor said opening the door to his bath and slamming the door.

Glorfindel stood stunned. He knew he could open the door but he would most likely scare Erestor so much he would hurt himself. Glorfindel sighed and went into Erestor’s study. He peeled one of the oranges he had brought, eating the fruit as he tried to figure out what had Erestor so rattled.

“Oh!” Glorfindel exclaimed wondering if he should smack himself. If he told Tella this she would most likely slap him as well. He could be quite insensitive at times. Why would an elf who had been raped want some stranger in the bath with him?

Glorfindel started thinking there had to be some evidence. Something that would help stop this madness. It wasn’t fair that Erestor was tormented for something that wasn’t his fault. And if Erestor wasn’t believed what about the next time someone of a higher rank abused a lower ranking person? Would this be enough for them to convince them it was best not to speak? What would become of the world then?

Even if Elrond refused to believe it was Thranduil, he would have to admit it had happened. But where had it happened? Thranduil’s guest rooms? Glorfindel was still pondering when Erestor came in fully dressed in a set of dark gray robes. They filled out slightly in the front, something most wouldn’t notice.

“Erestor, I’m sorry. I was being pushy.”

“Its fine, thank you for the lunch,” Erestor said sitting down across from Glorfindel.

“It was nothing, so I was wondering have you gotten new robes for later?”

“You mean when my girth expands? No. I am not looking forward to seeing the tailor.”

“Why?” Glorfindel asked suddenly thinking that maybe he could be Erestor’s former lover and Elrond wasn’t as mad as he thought.

“You saw how the healers treated me, who says the tailor will be any different?”

“Well he has always been quite a free spirit. I’ll go with you,” Glorfindel said, instantly feeling bad for partially doubting Erestor. “We can go after lunch.”

“I suppose,” Erestor said not really wanting to but already tired of arguing with Glorfindel. He had never realized how pushy the blond was.

“I’ve been wondering, how far along are you?”

“I…” Erestor stopped a moment to count. He knew when the baby had been conceived of course. It had been nearly two moons when he collapsed in the study, then another two of living this strange life. “Next week shall make it four months.”

“I know the circumstances aren’t the best but aren’t you even a little happy about this?”

“Even if I forget how it happened, what kind of life will it have? Most likely banished from all Elven realms along with its abnormality of a father, a name I could never deserve. It’s strange, Tella asked me something and I realized something I never knew.”

“What is that?” Glorfindel asked.

“I never had any traditional friends. When I watched the twins play I had simply assumed I had forgotten those times. But the truth of the matter was there were no such times. In all logic I should have been a very depressed child, maybe even had faded. I reached my majority never noticing it. I had a very happy childhood. This was simple chance. Nearly a century between the births of children was nothing strange. Now be a child born who has no friends not because there are none, but because parents will not let their children associate with the likes of you. What kind of a life will that child have?”

“Erestor you don’t know that will happen. Besides you said you were happy,” Glorfindel countered.

“Now, add to that that there are no scribes or artisans to spoil this child. There are not even two parents to make sure the child is loved and distracted. There is no one but an abnormality that forces them to live on the edge of all Elven society. And I ask you again; what kind of a life will that child have?”

“You could be enough for this child. The two of you could be an inseparable pair,” Glorfindel said wishing he could add himself to the mix but he was not a complete fool. Foolish yes, especially in the presence of Erestor but not a total fool.

“A father, with no way to provide for this child? A father who knows nothing about raising children? Don’t babies need milk? Will my freakish body provide that as well or will the child starve never having the chance to be hated?”

“Erestor,” Glorfindel looked, down away from the elf sat across from him as he spoke his next words. “Why don’t you lie? Say that you…lied…say…” Glorfindel mumbled not liking the words as he uttered them.

“Even if I wanted to, it’s too late. If it had been a private matter between Lord Elrond and myself there may have been a chance for such a lie. I should have known better than to ever say anything at all, but Elrond’s talk of bonding threw me. I did not know what else to say.”

“It was a foolish thought. I just do not want you to suffer,” Glorfindel said and had he been looking at Erestor he would have seen the baffled shocked expression that crossed his face followed by a faint smile.

“So this is what it is like,” Erestor mused.

“What what is like?” Glorfindel asked finally looking up confused.

“Having friends, it feels like having a family all over again.”

“That is what friends are, a second family. Sometimes they become closer than blood,” Glorfindel said thinking of all the friendships that he had had over the ages.

“Closer than family? But how…”

“Come now, even you had to have times when you wished for others to speak to. Things you didn’t want to discuss with your family. When you neared majority?”

“I had questions yes, but asking anyone other than my parents seemed strange. No matter how sensitive the topic.”

“Than you truly were a lucky child. Few feel they can be that open with their parents. I know I didn’t. They were kind enough but they seemed so…I don’t know, different from me when I was nearing majority. I could not believe they would understand.”

“But they had gone through the same thing,” Erestor said confused.

“But it was so long ago for them? Could they truly remember? Looking back on it now, it would clearly make more sense to confide in an adult and not in someone just as confused as I was. But at the time it seemed the most intelligent course of action,” Glorfindel said with a laugh.

“You were a strange child then,” Erestor said with a rare smile. Glorfindel’s grin doubled but he didn’t have the heart to tell Erestor that he was the one who was a strange child. Even if it was the truth.

“We should go to the tailor,” Glorfindel said, looking at Erestor’s empty plate. Erestor’s face fell and Glorfindel noticed. “Well, it isn’t imperative right now. How about a game of chess instead?” Glorfindel asked.

“Yes, I have an old set. It was a gift from the artisans. So the King and Queen are the Lord and Lady,” Erestor said standing and walking over to a chest. He brought out the set still in perfect condition even after all this time.

“These are beautiful,” Glorfindel said admiring the pieces. “Well I don’t know about this warrior {knight} here. He looks odd.”

Erestor smiled, “I think you should turn it over.”

Glorfindel did as was told and read the tiny inscription. ‘Glorfindel of Gondolin.’ “Oh, well it looks nothing like me,” he muttered.

“Well they had never seen you.”

“Did they make one of you?”

“Yes but it is an extra piece. I had just started learning so every other day another piece was my favourite. They just made a little Erestor and little attachments so I could change his standing.” Erestor said, taking out a tiny box. Inside was one Erestor piece and a tiny crown, sword and a quill to identify Erestor’s three favourite pieces.

“Do you want to play with it?”

“No, I will have enough trouble remembering the rules. I haven’t played in ages.”

“Alright,” Glorfindel said arranging the white pieces on his side. He had noticed the ‘Erestor’ piece was black. ‘Must have always liked dark colors,’ Glorfindel thought.

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