Mani Marte pt12

Title: Mani Marte? 12/?

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.

Erestor pulled on the lined cloak that the tailor had provided and wondered if feeling chills were normal in pregnancies. He had never felt the cold this severely before. He would have preferred to stay inside but Tella’s constant prodding since Glorfindel had left got him to agree. He had told her to bring him lunch in the gardens and there was no turning back.

Pulling the hood over his head, Erestor gathered up his art supplies and made his way to the garden. He had long finished the image of Glorfindel and had no idea what to draw next. He hoped some time outside would inspire him and stop Tella’s nagging.


Legolas and the Twins entered Elrond’s study and the Twins arched their brows at the sight of Figwit and his troupe.

“Ada?” Elrohir called.

“Elrohir?!” Elrond’s voice exclaimed from the balcony. The trio rushed over to the balcony and Elrond happily hugged his sons as Legolas tried to make himself scarce. “Legolas come here.”

The Prince did as he was told and was hugged by Elrond as well. “As long as you here you are family.”

“Thank you Lord Elrond.”

“Elrond, please.”

“Ada, why do you have the four nosiest elves in all of Imladris reading your correspondence?” Elladan asked looking towards the other room.

“Figwit is the advisor below in rank to Erestor and he couldn’t handle the work load. Even now there are mix ups and I spend half the day making sure everything is in order,” Elrond said with an annoyed sigh.

“Figwit? He is?” Elrohir said. “No wonder he’s such a gossip, he has nothing else to do.”

“Why didn’t I know this?” Elrond asked rubbing his temples.

The Twins shrugged. “We’ll leave you to your work, see you at dinner Ada.”

Once in the hall Legolas turned to them. “Where is he?”

“Hmm, usually he would be at his desk until some unnatural hour. Who are his friends?” Elrohir asked his brother.

“Friends? Are we talking about the same Elf? Elrohir, you are the only one who ever liked Erestor. I’m not even sure Ada likes him. He doesn’t have friends. I suppose he is in his rooms.”


Erestor lazily watched as the clouds drifted across the sky, his pencil poised in his hand. Imladris was so beautiful, he would be sad when he left it. He decided to draw the scenery, take as much of he place he considered home with him. Even if they would accept him in Lothlorien he couldn’t show his face there. Erestor quickly started drawing not wanting to think about what his life would become, all because of this monstrosity that now had a penchant for kicking him.


Legolas looked around the library and growled in frustration. This was the third place they had been sure Erestor would be and had found nothing. “This is ridiculous, has no one seen this foul, lying Elf?”

“We will find him, relax. Let’s take a break. He has to go back to his room sometime. Why don’t we walk off this excess energy?” Elrohir said, not liking the anger emanating off of Legolas. He actually didn’t want to find Erestor.

Elladan looked at his brother and shrugged. “Gardens? Then we search again?”

“Yes,” Elrohir said and Legolas sighed, but decided to follow along.

They walked through the gardens, heading towards a slightly secluded section where they would be able to sit and talk in private, when they noticed someone drawing. The person shivered slightly and pulled the cloak they were wearing tighter. The movement caused the trio to get an unblocked view of the artwork and saw it was a drawing of the Last Homely House.

They watch for a few minutes as the artist drew. They were about to move on when the artist gasped and the charcoal fell out of his hand as it cramped. The charcoal rolled towards the Twins and Legolas, who quickly picked it up and walked over to the hooded artist.

“Here, you are very talented,” he said holding out the charcoal.

“Thank you Prince Legolas,” Erestor replied taking the charcoal. Elrohir inwardly cringed as Legolas’ entire demeanour changed. Grabbing Erestor’s hand, Legolas twisted it sharply. Erestor gasped in pain as Legolas continued the abuse.

“You would dare touch me? You lying pile of filth!” Legolas twisted sharply, breaking Erestor’s hand and the Elf screamed in pain.

“Legolas!” Elrohir exclaimed rushing to stop Legolas before he did any more. “I know you hate him. But stop, think of the child.”

Legolas turned to Elrohir as Erestor tried to move off the bench as quietly as possible while clutching his broken limb. He moved backwards away from the pair, watching Elrohir restrain Legolas. He bumped into a third form and didn’t have to turn to know it was Elladan. He turned anyway and couldn’t believe the hatred aimed towards him.

“I never liked you, but this is just depraved. And you call yourself an Elf?” Elladan looked about ready to spit on Erestor who tried to go around the half-elf. Elladan grabbed his broken hand. “You deserve a lot worse than this. Get out of my sight or I will let Legolas finish you off.”

Erestor screamed again, tears filling his eyes as his legs trembled. Elladan practically tossed him aside and Erestor just barely managed to keep standing. He backed away as Elladan started advancing on him.

“Elladan what are you doing?” Elrohir exclaimed as he struggled to restrain Legolas. “Help me!”

Elladan turned away from Erestor with a snarl and went to help his brother.

Erestor did not spend another moment in the garden and fled to his room sure at any moment he would be overtaken by either the Twins or Legolas. He shut the door to his study and noticed for the first time the door didn’t have a lock. He looked around frantically and heard pounding foot steps.

He fled into the bathroom, slamming the shut with his good hand and curled up in the furthest corner. Shaking violently he clutched his broken hand to his chest and sobbed.


Elrond reached Erestor’s room sure he had figured out why Erestor no longer wanted him to check up on him.

“I will not let him harm the child,” he thought aloud as he pushed opened the door. He looked about the study and sighed. Where had the Elf gotten to now? He heard the muffled sound of someone sobbing and pushed open the door to the bath. He peered in and saw Erestor huddled in the corner sobbing. Before he could do anything about it the outer door burst open.

Elrond pulled the door to the bathroom shut and turned just in time to deflect a blow to the face. He spun his attacker around and twisted their arm forcing them to the ground in a kneeling position. He knew if he twisted slightly harder he would break their arm.

He was about to see who his attacker was when his sons burst into the room. “Ada?”

“Lord Elrond?!” The kneeling form gasped.

“Legolas?” Elrond said confused releasing the prince. “Why did you try and hit me?”

“I thought…” Legolas started rubbing his arm.

“I was Erestor?” Elrond frowned. He hadn’t thought much of his sons sudden appearance so used to them appearing and disappearing for months at a time with the rangers. “How did you know?”

“We um…found your letter…”

“And you three thought you would beat the truth out of a pregnant Elf? Until that child is born Erestor is under my care. Daily beatings will do him no good. Did you already harm him?” Elrond asked, already knowing the answer from the sobs in the other room.

“I…” Legolas started looking down.

“His hand,” Elrohir supplied.

“Alright all of you out. No more beatings, please. What your Father decides to do to punish his lies is no concern of mine. But for now I will bring a healthy elfling into the world.”

Legolas looked as if he was going to protest and Elrohir, after putting down Erestor’s sketch book, nearly dragged him out of the room trailed by Elladan.

“What’s wrong with you?” Elladan snarled.

“What?” Elrohir asked confused.

“You don’t think I saw you? How nice of you to save his art for him! Why does he need a hand to carry a healthy child? What are you playing at Elrohir?”

“I am not playing at anything Elladan,” Elrohir said turning away from his brother and was approached by Legolas.

“Do you believe him? Is that it? Do you actually think my Father guilty?!” Legolas yelled enraged, shoving Elrohir against the wall. Elrohir shoved Legolas backwards into Elladan.

“I am not a weakling like Erestor. Do not think you can bully me!” Elrohir yelled before stomping off.


Elrond stood outside the door hoping that the sobbing would subside. He sighed when it didn’t seem to be tapering off anytime soon. He had never seen Erestor cry, let alone sob. Elrond sighed again and pushed open the door.

He watched as Erestor’s entire body became rigid and he seemed to be trying to become one with the wall.

“Erestor!” He said more sharply than he intended. The Elf flinched but slowly turned in his direction. “Come, I will tend to your hand.”

Elrond quickly went back into the other room hoping Erestor would compose himself as he called a servant and instructed them to gather some binding for the Elf. The servant quickly returned with the binding but Erestor still hadn’t emerged from the bathroom.

Elrond finally decided to look in on the Elf and saw that with only one hand and pregnant, he couldn’t get to his feet. “You could have called for help,” Elrond said pulling Erestor up, avoiding his broken hand and leading him to his usual seat.

Erestor slowly extended his hand on the desk and Elrond worked in silence. When he was done he created a sling for Erestor. “Do not move it much.”

Elrond left the room never noticing that Erestor hadn’t stopped crying. He sat there alone, in the empty room, and wondered what about his life was worth living.

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