Mani Marte pt09

Title: Mani Marte? 9/33
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.

Glorfindel stood in Elrond’s study wondering what the Elf Lord wanted. He had been surprised to be summoned away from Erestor’s room none the less. His mind was still on the other elf as Elrond dismissed Figwit and his gaggle of harpies before he pointed for Glorfindel to sit.

Glorfindel crossed his arms over his chest. “I will stand. What do you want?”

“What happened Glorfindel? Are we no longer friends?”

“How can I be a friend with someone I don’t know?”

“What do you mean?” Elrond asked, frowning.

“The Elrond I thought I knew would never act like this. It is good none of your children are here to see this side of you.”

“He is lying. Why are you so quick to believe him?”

“Why are you so quick to dismiss him?” Glorfindel asked in a similar tone.

“Would you be so easy to believe him if he had claimed it was I?”

“You would never do such a thing.”

“Nor would Thranduil. My convictions are as sound as yours.”

“If not Thranduil, then what about another elf? Why will you not even consider that this foul deed actually took place?”

“Why will you not consider that Erestor has or had a lover? Why is that so hard for you to understand?”

“The only thing that is hard for me to understand is how you can allow an Elf to be molested day in and day out. How you can turn a blind eye as he is nearly killed by some foolish children, and then have the nerve to claim you are a kind and just Elf.”

“Glorfindel how would a broken foot kill an elf?” Elrond asked, losing patience.

“Did you happen to notice that he was soaking wet? Some Elves had tossed him into the river. And before you say it, he can’t swim.”

“What kind of Elf can’t swim?” Elrond asked, disbelieving.

“Are you truly planning to throw a newborn Elf and Erestor out into the wild?”

“He can go to another realm, and what makes you think I would actually leave the child in Erestor’s care?”

Glorfindel narrowed his eyes, staring at Elrond. He just didn’t have words for this Elf, each moment Elrond stunned him more and more. Elrond not only wanted to banish Erestor but he also wanted to take his child away from him? Would this madness never end?

“If it is not about Imladris’ defences, or a similar matter do not bother me again,” Glorfindel growled and marched out of the room.

Elrond frowned but was not deterred. There was more than one way to kill an orc. He stood and made his way to Erestor’s room. Why was this one lying elf causing so many problems in his realm? Next his sons would return and side with the liar, or something equally as disturbing.

He stood at the door to Erestor’s room and listened before opening the door. He heard nothing and walked into the room confident that Glorfindel was elsewhere.

Erestor was standing in his room and had just pulled off the soiled robe when he heard a slight sound to his right. He turned to the door and saw Elrond standing there arms crossed staring at him.

“So Erestor, you desire me?”

”What?” Erestor whispered stepping backwards not liking the tone of the Elven Lord. Elrond shoved Erestor up against the wall and whispered into his ear.

“You desire me,” He said then placed a sensual lick on Erestor’s ear. Despite his shock Erestor couldn’t help but moan into the touch. “I knew it, nothing but a common whore.”

“No I…” Erestor’s words were cut off by a bruising kiss to his lips. Elrond’s hands were forcefully pulling off his leggings. “Wait I…”

Elrond’s only response was to spin Erestor around, press his face into the wall and cut away the offending leggings.

“Wait…please…no…stop…” Erestor whispered as he heard a rustling of a robe behind him.

“Don’t you want me? Haven’t you desired me for millennia?”

”Not like this,” Erestor whispered as a hardness pressed against his entrance. “Please not like this…” Erestor pleaded as his body was forcefully entered.

“But this is just how you like it. You said so yourself,” Elrond growled into his ear. “You enjoy it,” he said pumping Erestor’s already hardening shaft.

“Not like this…please…not like this…” Erestor murmured as Elrond shook him almost violently. Erestor’s sleepy eyes focused and he stared with undisguised fear at Elrond.

“Wake up!” Elrond hissed, annoyed.

Erestor shoved Elrond out of his way, knocking him on his behind as he ran into the other room. Elrond stood enraged and followed Erestor before hearing retching. Elrond shook his head and made his way back into the study.

A few minutes later Erestor walked back into the room staring at the floor as he made his way back to his seat. He poured a glass of water and took a sip but did not sit as he started to remove his robe.

“I’m not here to examine you…why were you just ill?”

“Dream,” Erestor whispered, still unable to look at Elrond.

“I see. Well it’s still early, so I don’t recommend a sleeping drought. I came to speak to you,” Erestor said nothing, but if Elrond could see his face it would be blank. He was simply waiting for Elrond to continue. “Your relationship with Glorfindel has to stop. I do not want him associating with the likes of you.”

Glorfindel stood at the door, enraged. However he allowed Elrond to continue, plus a part of him wanted to hear what Erestor would say. He knew what it would be; Erestor would not stand up Elrond. He put down his surprise for Erestor, ready to burst into the room.

“I understand,” Erestor replied without the slightest hint of emotion. “But…”

“But what?” Elrond asked annoyed.

“How? I…”

“How what? Ignore him, surely you do not need instruction on how to lose a friend.”

“Of course not, all he has to do is watch you,” Glorfindel said now totally disgusted at his ‘friend’.

“Glorfindel I was just…”

“I Know exactly what you were doing, just get out of my sight until you can act your age,” Glorfindel said glaring daggers at the departing Elven Lord. He sighed and turned to Erestor who was still oddly fascinated with his hands.

“Erestor?” Glorfindel asked concerned. “Don’t worry about Elrond, he’s all hot air.”

“But why would you risk your friendship for the likes of me?”

‘Because I love you.’ Glorfindel thought. “Erestor, Valar forbid this happened again to another Elf. Knowing what the supposed, open, kind, Lord of Imladris did, who would ever openly admit such a thing again?”

“I see,” Erestor said refusing to look up.

“And you are much better company,” Glorfindel said simply.

Erestor looked up then at Glorfindel his disbelief clearly written on his face. Glorfindel not sure on how to prove he was sincere decided to reveal the reason for his surprise visit. “I brought you something,” he said stepping back into the hall and returning with an easel, charcoal pencils and a large leather bound sketch book.

Erestor watched with mounting surprise. “But why?”

“Erestor, you are an amazing artist and I’m sure you didn’t have much time before but now I think it would be an interesting distraction.”

“That it would be,” Erestor whispered.

“And I have a more selfish reason.”

“What?” Erestor asked worried pulling away from the gift as if it would bite.

“I’d like you to draw me.”

“Oh,” Erestor said with a tiny smile.

“Yes I don’t want people thinking I look like that chess piece and I don’t know anyone who would be better for the job.”

“Thank you,” Erestor said with a blush.

“It’s you I should thank,” Glorfindel said clasping a hand on Erestor’s shoulder. The Elf stiffened at the slight touch and Glorfindel quickly pulled away. “So, should I sit for you?”

“I suppose,” Erestor said taking up a pencil.


Legolas pulled Elrohir into his father’s study moments before angry footsteps thudded past. The moment they were sure they were safe both young Elves burst into laughter. They had tricked Elladan into believing there was a hot spring then stolen the elf’s clothes leaving him with only a maiden’s gown.

“You think he would have been as angry if we didn’t leave the gown?” Elrohir asked, gasping for breath through his laughter.

Legolas grinned as he sat down on his father’s desk, glad the room was empty. “It has become quiet. What do you think he is doing?”

“Getting clothes. Or weapons. One never knows with Elladan,” Elrohir said grinning.

“Won’t he find us?” Legolas said beginning to understand about the twins’ connection.

“He’s much too annoyed and I’m blocking him out. He’d have to truly concentrate.”

“Or hear you through the door, dear brother,” Elrohir and Legolas exchanged a glance as the door slowly opened. They looked at the door and both ran hoping to overpower Elladan, but the Elf was prepared and hooked both elves around the waist dragging them back into the room and shutting the door with his foot.

“Elladan, you can’t possibly hold us both for long,” Elrohir said struggling against his brother who released him. He was distracted by Legolas, his behind to be exact. Legolas gasped as Elladan’s free hand went lower. Hadn’t both twins told him they didn’t see him like that?

“Legolas why do you have a note from my father on your behind?” Elladan asked pulling it off as Legolas sighed. Why didn’t either of the twins find him attractive? Elladan started reading and his mouth fell open in shock.

“What? Does he want us to go home?” Elrohir asked looking at the parchment and then adopted the same stunned look on his face. Both twins stared at Legolas, worry marring their faces.

“What?” Legolas asked reaching for the parchment, which Elladan quickly pulled away.

“We should go home,” Elrohir said, not looking at Legolas.

“What is it?” Legolas asked.

“We should not have read it,” Elladan said refusing to give Legolas the letter.

“Why, Erestor?” Elrohir muttered shaking his head as he took the letter to keep it away from Legolas.

“Erestor?” Legolas whispered. “You mean your father’s shadow?”

“Yes,” Elrohir said handing Elladan the letter again as they tried everything to keep it away from the Mirkwood Prince.

“Just give me the letter!” Legolas huffed. The twins exchanged a worried glance and finally relented.

“I don’t see what that boring Elf could say to…” Legolas words died in his throat as he read. “I’m coming with you, that Elf is lucky he has two more months of peace.”

“Two months? We know how to make that journey in one,” Elladan said simply.

“How dare he…” Legolas said enraged as he tossed the letter on the table. “Let us go pack.”

“Of course,” Elladan said. Elrohir followed his brother silently, not sure what to think. Something about this seemed so wrong. So very wrong.

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