Mani Marte pt08

Title: Mani Marte? 8/33
Author: Blue Gold
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.

Thranduil stared at the note in his hand. It had taken nearly two months for the messenger to arrive and he simply couldn’t believe what he was reading. At first he had assumed it to be a simple note recalling the twins. But not this.


I have some very disturbing news for you. After you left Erestor made some horrible claims against your person. I have no idea why he thought I would believe his lies, except maybe he knows nothing of our past.

Word has spread like wildfire through Imladris and I would not be surprised if word had already reached Mirkwood. Erestor is with child and has no prospect of a bonded mate, but even worse he claims rape and that you were the one to do the foul deed.

Rest assured he has been dealt with. He has lost his position of Chief Advisor and will be banished once the child is born. It is my hope that by then I will have been able to find the true father and give him the child.

Luckily your name has been kept out of it. I do not know what Erestor will do once outside my realm and I would be remiss if I did not warn you. I do not know if he has shared his claim with anyone else but it does not seem to be the case.

Lord Elrond of Imladris.

Thranduil stood shakily as he folded the letter and slipped it inside his tunic. It would be of no good if others saw this. He sighed, things had been going so well. He had thought it would have been so simple. All the pieces had been falling into place and now this.

He went to the archery field sure that would be where he would find his son and the twins. He was not disappointed. Though they were not practicing archery. Legolas had Elrohir pinned, at least he thought it was Elrohir.

“I have you now fair prince.”

“But Legolas, you forget I have four hands,” Elrohir said with a grin as Elladan grabbed the blond and fell backwards as Elrohir climbed on top of the pair. “Now we have you, fair Prince.”

“If there were only two of me,” Legolas whined.

“But then I would have been driven as mad as old Elrond,” Thranduil said making his presence known.

“Ada!” Legolas exclaimed, embarrassed to be pinned between both twins.

“Hello son,” Thranduil said, kneeling so he was at eye level with his still pinned son. “I see you are keeping the twins entertained?” He said with a smile.

Legolas looked at his father, about to reply when suddenly he grinned. Thranduil was about to ask what was so entertaining when he was hit on the head with a roll. He grabbed the piece of bread knowing there were only two people who would dare to be so bold. And one of them was pinned between Elladan and Elrohir.

“Viiresse,” Thranduil said without turning. Though the twins finally released Legolas in the presence of his mother. Still shy around the Queen they did not often see.

“Well,” Viiresse said, balancing the basket on Thranduil’s head as if it was the most natural thing. “I brought you three lunch as you have been here since early morning. Oh and husband,” Viiresse said finally addressing the kneeling King. She handed Legolas the basket as her son sniggered. “Two have returned from the borders. One was injured and the other poisoned in a spider attack. I have already dispatched two new guards and they will return with the escort once he has rested.”

“That is good,” Thranduil said standing in one fluid motion and slipping an arm around his wife. He turned to kiss her and Legolas groaned.

“Ada, Nana, must you do that where I can see?”

“No one is forcing you to look,” Viiresse replied with a smile then went off with her husband.

“I have something important I need to tell you,” Thranduil whispered to his wife, while at the same time wondering if he should keep it quiet.

They walked back to the palace, leaving the younger elves to their fun. Once in his private study Thranduil paced for a while and Viiresse watched him calmly. Finally unsure of how to say the words he simply handed her Elrond’s note. He watched her face as she read, her features going from confusion, to shock, finished off by anger.

“I would ring that elf’s throat,” Viiresse hissed.

“Calm down, I think Elrond is making his life miserable enough.”

“But to accuse a King of such a high crime. The nerve,” Thranduil simply shrugged and extended his hand for the letter.

“It doesn’t matter, he must realize no one will believe him. I’m sure by now he’s even taken it back,” Thranduil said placing the letter on his desk. “The messenger took two months to arrive.”

“I suppose, you are awfully calm.”

Thranduil laughed and pulled his wife into his arms. “If Elrond himself couldn’t tempt me away from you why would that boring Erestor? It is all laughable.”

“I married a strange one,” Viiresse said causing another burst of laughter from Thranduil.

“You? At least I have never used your head as a table top,” Thranduil muttered smoothing his hair.


Erestor set out for his walk as usual. For the first time his mind was far from Elrond as he thought about Glorfindel and their chess game the day before. The elf had been extremely patient as Erestor tried to remember which way the pieces moved, constantly confusing them. Erestor realized he hadn’t played a game of chess since coming to Imladris. ‘Of course, who would I play with,’ Erestor thought.

Unknown to him he was being followed. By more than just fruit throwing elves. Glorfindel slinked through the gardens like the trained warrior he was. He was quite a distance from Erestor, trying to find out who his attackers were, when he saw a group of elven youth. Just nearing their majority by the looks of them.

He saw the buckets in their hands and wondered if the kitchen staff was going along with this or if it was waste from their own homes. There were four of them and they were oblivious to Glorfindel as he listened to their conversation.

“My Ada said he’s not really male if he can get pregnant.”

“My Nana doesn’t even call him ‘he’ she says she doesn’t believe that stain on elvendom has the nerve to show its face anywhere.”

“Well lets show him,” One said, taking a hand full of slop ready to toss it onto Erestor’s face. “We had cabbage for dinner.”

“Toss it quick,” The young elf said holding his nose. He raised his arm and stopped as his arm was grabbed. His eyes followed the arm that was holding him and he nearly fell over.

“Lord Glorfindel!” The elf exclaimed.

“What are you doing?” He growled not letting the elf go.

“Um, well he’s not welcome here so we just wanted to let him know,” The elf said and Glorfindel’s frown deepened. He looked at the elves, each had a bucket filled with different food stuffs. He looked over at Erestor who had a dazed, distant expression in his eyes. Glorfindel wondered what could be on Erestor’s mind but retuned his focus to the young elves.

“Have you even reached your majority?”

“I will,” The cabbage thrower said proudly. “Next month.”

“Woe to elves if you will be called an adult in another month.” Glorfindel said. He grabbed the bucket of cabbage and poured it over the young elf’s head. He quickly did the same to the other elves who were to stunned to stop him.

“Now get out of my sight!” Glorfindel exclaimed and the elves ran away as they tried to pluck spoiled food out of their hair.

Erestor having heard the shout walked over to the shrub and was standing behind Glorfindel who chuckled. “What are you doing?” Erestor asked.

“Hmm?” Glorfindel asked innocently, shoving a bucket under a bush. “Nothing, care if I join you?”

“Oh, um alright,” Erestor whispered as Glorfindel came out of his hiding place. “You may regret it later.”

“What? Why? I like your company.”

“Do you also like being bathed in spoilt food?”

“Oh,” Glorfindel said running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think we have to worry about that.”

Erestor shrugged and walked with Glorfindel. Longer than he usually did; now that he hadn’t been attacked by foodstuffs.

Elrond watched the two walk and frowned. He didn’t like this at all. Erestor was costing him a friendship he held dear. At first avoiding discussing Erestor had been a temporary solution. But now they could barely exchange 3 civil words in a day. He had to find a way to stop this friendship.

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