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 sighed, Elrond had better have a good reason for summoning him to his chambers. It had only been three weeks since Elrond had tried to bully Erestor into not continuing their friendship. He had never been so happy to have not told Elrond something. Valar knew how the half-elf would react to learning Glorfindel was attracted to the now ostracized Erestor.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Elrond snapped when Glorfindel entered the room. “Unless you are going to renounce your position, you will be leaving for the border patrols in two days and staying the usual two weeks.”
Glorfindel looked at Elrond but the Lord was being honest. No matter how much he wanted to throttle the Elf Lord he wasn’t going to stop protecting Imladris because Elrond was an idiot. “Fine,” he said, defeated and left the room to tell Erestor.
Elrond smiled, he had spent two hours rearranging the schedule so Glorfindel left for the borders two months before he was supposed to. But it was undetectable and even Glorfindel had no proof to the contrary.
Glorfindel stood at the door and wondered how Erestor would react. His recent mood swings had made Glorfindel extremely wary of the Elf. One moment Erestor was calm and collected, the next he was a sobbing mess or a raging lunatic.
He opened the door and was happily relieved to see Erestor sitting at his desk writing. There was a neat pile of torn up parchments at his side. He growled and tore the one he was working as well.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Erestor asked without looking up. Glorfindel shut the door and sat down across from Erestor.
“What are you writing?”
“Nothing,” Erestor said, shoving the torn papers into a small basket. “What brings you here?”
“I was just speaking to Elrond and it seems I’m leaving on the border patrols in two days.”
“And?” Erestor asked looking blandly at the elf.
“I just thought you would want to know,” Glorfindel said now unsure, didn’t Erestor care at all?
“Oh. See you in two weeks I suppose.”
“And I was thinking we could go see the tailor today. You have been putting it off for weeks.”
Erestor looked down at himself. There was no longer any doubt that he was pregnant. He didn’t want to admit to Glorfindel that the leggings he was wearing were currently untied and even then still felt tight.
“Fine,” he said, standing slowly as he still wasn’t used to bulge in his body. He wondered how he would fare once he was truly oversized. They walked and Erestor tried to ignore the glares he received as they made their way to the tailor’s shop.
In the shop the tailor was casually pinning some orange fabric to a wooden form. He turned to the door hearing them enter and smiled.
“Glorfindel, Erestor, welcome. Erestor, I’ve been wondering when you would arrive. Come, come, you have to try what I have for you already. A nice cloak for the cold, some loose leggings, and a few larger robes. They are in the back, marked with your name. If you want to try them on, they are in your usual color scheme of grim and dreary.”
Erestor nodded and shuffled into the other room. The tailor then focused on Glorfindel. “And what can I do for you? New tunic? Leggings? Robes?”
“Hmm? No, I was just bringing Erestor,” Glorfindel said watching the door that the other elf had departed through.
“Ah, dour isn’t he? It’s the first time he didn’t remind me he’s fluent in dwarvish.”
“It seems our humour clashes. If he even has a humour.”
“Oh he does,” Glorfindel said with a grin.
“So I suppose you have first hand experience with it?” The tailor looked at Glorfindel who simply grinned. “Are you…I mean…”
“Life would be so much simpler if I was. I have never so much as hugged Erestor.”
Erestor returned then in a new set of black robes and leggings, carrying the other items. Glorfindel quickly relieved him of his burden.
“See was that so hard?” Glorfindel asked as they walked.
“What? Hard?” Erestor squeaked wide eyed. Glorfindel couldn’t see, he shouldn’t be able to see, his stomach saved him from that small shame. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, he had no interest in anyone. Yet the slightest shift of his fabric and he was a moment from staining his robes.
“Erestor are you alright?”
“Fine,” Erestor said picking up the pace as he made it to his rooms.
“Where should I…”
“Just put them in the closet I will arrange them later.”
“I just want to take a rest. I will see you at dinner?” Erestor said hoping Glorfindel would go.
“Until dinner then,” Glorfindel said with a smile and a bow and exited the room.
Erestor breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut. He looked down and shook his head. What was wrong with him? He supposed he should deal with it, but the prospect of having to maneuver around his distended belly made it wholly less appealing.
Erestor sighed and was about to slip his hands into his untied leggings when the door was pushed open. Erestor quickly removed his hand and smoothed his robes. He looked up and prayed for death on the spot. Elrond was standing there.
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I have things to do.”
“Then don’t,” Erestor whispered.
“What? So you can claim I am not taking care of you?”
“Who would listen? You said everything was normal, so I will come to you if anything out of the ordinary happens,” Erestor said realizing then that those were the most words he had spoken to Elrond in 8 months.
Elrond looked at Erestor for a moment but was too frazzled to care what his motives were. Figwit had somehow misplaced a letter from Gloin. Now the Dwarf was fuming and had sent an enraged messenger.
He eyed the fallen Elf and tried to think of any gain he could get from no longer seeing him. Elrond could find no reason good or bad for Erestor to stop seeing him. And truth be told, despite the rarity of male pregnancies it seemed to be progressing much like Celebrian’s two pregnancies. With a shrug he left the room.
Erestor sighed in relief. But no sooner had he decided to try again there was a soft knock at the door. “Erestor?”
“Come in,” he said shaking his head. When had he become so popular?
“Well, Glorfindel told us about him leaving and I was thinking you could stay with Maglin and me for a while.”
“What?” Erestor asked confused.
“You know, move in with us for a few weeks?”
“No I am fine here,” Erestor said, startled at the request. Did Glorfindel think him some child that needed supervision? “Thank you anyway.”
“Are you sure? We would like the company.”
“Yes, I would not be comfortable imposing such.”
“Alright, good day Erestor.”
Erestor stared at the door and waited, sure someone would barge in any minute. At the same time his mind wandered to Glorfindel. The more he thought about it the more annoyed he became. What did Glorfindel think? That he was an invalid?
By the time Glorfindel entered the room with dinner he was greeted by a livid Erestor.
“Do you think me incapable of caring for my self without the Great Almighty Balrog Slayer bringing me my meals?! Do you think I would wither and die?!”
Glorfindel was momentarily stunned. The carrot he had been eating fell to the floor and it took all his warrior training to keep from running screaming from Erestor. He wasn’t even sure what the Elf was ranting about.
“Erestor calm down.”
“Calm down?! I will not be treated as an invalid or a child!”
“What even made you think I would go live with two Elves I don’t even know?”
“Its just that…”
“What?! Some how I must have forgotten how to take care of my self?” Erestor said panting.
“Please calm down, I’m sorry,” Glorfindel said eyeing Erestor worriedly.
Erestor took a deep breath realizing he had been shouting the entire time. He looked at Glorfindel who was still holding his dinner. “I…”
Glorfindel finally decided it would be safe to approach Erestor who seemed strangely subdued. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” Erestor whispered feeling like an idiot. “I understand your concern but I do not need to be under constant supervision.”
“It’s simply that I worry about you. You do not seem to do much when alone.”
“I see. You have to realize I am not wounded, just pregnant. I know you must see me as the younger brother you never had, but I don’t need your protection.”
Glorfindel wanted to scream at the last statement but held it in. He didn’t see Erestor as a brother. He shook his head. Their relationship had changed but not in the way he wanted it to. He had no idea what to say next and allowed Erestor to eat.
“One more week,” Elladan said as they made camp in the slopes of the Misty Mountains.
“One more week, before I can break that lying Elf in two,” Legolas growled as Elrohir tended to the fire.