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.
Erestor blinked and looked about him. He was sitting in his chair. “Glorfindel?” He called quietly. There was no response and Erestor sighed. /Just another stupid dream/ he thought. Glorfindel had five days until he returned, unless he could no longer tell the passage of time.
Erestor looked around yet again, he felt strangely disoriented. He shivered slightly and pulled the blanket tossed on the back of the chair around himself as best he could with one hand. Shifting to his side he attempted to go back to sleep. The prospect of doing anything seeming overwhelming. Maybe if he was lucky he would dream about Glorfindel again.
Erestor snorted in disgust and sat up. Was this was what his life had become, hoping to dream of an Elf who pitied him? He sure would make his family proud: a shunned, unwedded, pregnant Elf. Why did he insist on tormenting himself?
Glorfindel looked at the vast expanse of the area he and the guards were at this day and sighed. Five days until he could see Erestor again. He knew he could not risk another trip like the one he had just taken. But he had never ignored his instincts and they had been nagging him for days to go and see Erestor.
He had waited for the most opportune moment. When the patrols were closest to The Last Homely House and his disappearance would have raised the least amount of questions and presented the least amount of danger to the Elves. As it was, Magelin was the only one who even knew he had been gone for half a day.
What he had found was just disturbing. After he had calmed the hysterical Elf he had dressed Erestor in a robe, trying his best not to peek, and placed him in the chair he usually slept in. He had a feeling that he knew where it had happened now.
“But how did they get into your room, is the question. Did you invite them? Did they follow you?” Glorfindel muttered aloud.
Magelin crept up beside him. “How did it go?”
“His arm is broken and he has a head injury. He was in the midst of pure terror when I found him. Oh, and there are the burns.”
“What? How did all that happen in less than a fortnight?”
“I wish I knew, but I couldn’t stay. Thank you for this.”
“Now aren’t you glad I switched with Laieth? Who else could have them believe you were ‘watching how they react without supervision’ and that it was supposed to be a secret.”
Glorfindel laughed, “Is that what you told them?”
“Well of course My Lord, it’s the truth after all,” Magelin said with an exaggerated bow.
“He scares me when he does this,” Elrohir whispered to Legolas.
“Its strange yes, I would expect such of you.”
“Oh thanks,” Elrohir muttered smacking Legolas’ arm. The two continued to watch Elladan as he finished off a five page letter. He folded it and sealed it with the Twins personal seal. He smiled as he remembered receiving it. They had driven their father and Erestor mad sealing everything in sight for weeks.
He then started work on a second letter this on only a page in length then handed it over to Elrohir.
Elrohir took a seat beside his brother and started writing. Legolas sighed and crossed his arms.
“Who are you two writing to?”
“Arwen,” Elladan said as Elrohir finished off the letter.
“I’ll be right back,” Elrohir said taking both letters and leaving the library. He walked to his father’s study and hovered over Figwit and his gaggle. He had to clear his throat twice so he could get their attention.
“Lord Elladan,” Figwit started and Elrohir rolled his eyes.
“When do the next messengers leave for ‘Lorien?”
“We do that?” Figwit asked exchanging a look with the other Elves.
“You have the list, the messengers send it to you every few months…ugh…Ada!” Elrohir said turning to the other office and he blinked as he pushed open the door. He shut it in the faces of the useless elves. “You know I never realized you had a door to this office, I always thought it was one room.”
“I never had a reason to close the door before,” Elrond said shaking his head. “What can I do for you Elrohir?”
“Elladan and I wrote to Arwen and,” Elrohir glanced at the other letter. “Grandmother and Grandfather. I just wanted to know when the next messenger would leave.”
“And they couldn’t even tell you that? I’m sorry, could you visit the messengers? And bring me a copy of the list before I kill those Elves?”
“Yes, Ada,” Elrohir said with a smile. “Where’s Glorfindel? He usually cheers you up.”
“Border patrol,” Elrond muttered.
“Oh, I’ll be back Ada.”
Elrohir returned a few minutes later with a frown. He went directly into his father’s study and placed the list down.
“Well there have been more attacks on the ‘Lorien paths so the messengers decreased their travels. To one every month or so excluding emergencies.”
“That does not seem so bad,” Elrond said.
“They left yesterday, didn’t we use to have announcements when the messengers changed their schedule so drastically?”
“Erestor did that.”
“What about those 4?”
“Combined they can just barely do half the work Erestor did in a day in a week,” Elrond said.
“Ada would you like some help?”
“No I have to get used to them, they will be my advisors until we decide to leave Arda. But enough of this. Elrohir, how do you feel about Legolas? This morning…”
“I do not like him in that way, he just doesn’t take no for an answer. Well I didn’t put up much of a fight but…”
“Elrohir if you encourage him he will just become bolder. Though it would be a good match.”
“Ada! I feel for him like I feel for Elladan, it just cannot be more.” Elrond smiled.
“Fine, you should go enjoy yourself before I take you up on your offer.”
Erestor stared at his book shelf and sighed. He had actually read everything he had never had the time to before. Most of the other books were reports and maps, along with habits and customs of other peoples and races. And it wasn’t as if he needed to brush up on his diplomacy.
But did he really dare to go to the library? The main library was bound to be crowded. But, if he went to the dusty extension on the second level he should be fine. Just a few moments walking past scribes who ignored him anyway.
He carefully went into his room wondering why he wasn’t wearing leggings and pulled a pair on along with boots. Shivering, he made his way to the library. Feeling the cold had to be one of the most aggravating parts of his pregnancy.
Erestor pushed open the door to the library and froze. Legolas was not two feet in front of him, talking to Elladan who looked directly at him. He pulled the door shut and staggered backwards. He couldn’t possibly go in there and he was sure any moment Elladan would come out with Legolas to torment him.
He turned to flee back to his room and was face to face with Elrohir. Elrohir looked Erestor over, and felt all his anger returning. This outcast, a freak of an Elf had had the nerve to belittle his confession.
Without a thought to Erestor’s pregnancy, his broken hand or the bandages wrapped around his head, Elrohir punched Erestor in the face. Erestor howled clutching his nose that started to bleed freely. He supposed from the pain radiating from it that it was broken.
“And you got mad when I broke his hand?” Legolas asked stepping out to see what all the commotion was along with Elladan and a few scribes.
“I think you made it cry,” Legolas said looking at the departing form of Erestor.
“Aren’t the healers that way?” Elladan asked as Erestor made his way to the stairs.
“As if they would treat that thing,” one scribe said as they turned to go back to their work.
“Wait then who does?” Elladan asked.
“Lord Elrond. He’s too kind to that monster if you ask me,” the scribe replied and went back to work.
Erestor made it to his room with little more than some evil glares. He pushed the door open and saw Tella with a tray. She put both hands to her mouth and gasped when she saw the state Erestor was in.
She rushed into the bathroom, returned with a hand towel and ushered Erestor to a seat. “Now tilt your head back, just like that. I’ll be right back.”
Tella returned with a bowl of ice, placed some in another towel and carefully tied it shut. After checking to make sure the bleeding stopped, she placed it on his face.
“It will help ease the pain and stop the swelling.”
“Thank you,” Erestor whispered.
“Now do you mind telling me who would break the nose of a pregnant Elf?”
“Elrohir,” Erestor whispered.
“But he’s such a nice boy.”
“My very presence offends everyone. I suppose I am stubborn, but I have learned my lesson.”
“What do you mean?”
”I will not leave my rooms again, until it is when I leave Imladris or give birth I suppose.”
“You can’t mean that, you’ll waste away in here.”
“As opposed to being broken one bone at a time?”
“Thank you for the meal and your help. But I would like to be alone now,” Erestor whispered. Tella nodded and left the room, wishing she could do more for Erestor.