Mani Marte pt16

Title: Mani Marte? 16/?

Author: Blue Gold

E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net

Beta: Beckyboo

Archive: http://goldshowers.bravepages.com

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.

Elrond frowned looking at Erestor’s injuries. His face was one large bruise, his hand was still broken and the gash in his head had barely started to close.

“Your injuries should be far more healed than this. Your hand should be fine, are you sure you did not re injure it?”

“Quite sure,” Erestor said dully.

“Erestor you will receive no sympathy from me by injuring yourself.”

“I did not ask for sympathy,” Erestor whispered. Elrond ignored the comment and finished replacing the bandages he had hoped to remove today.

“I will return tomorrow,” Elrond said with a sigh. He walked out of the room and shook his head. The border patrols returned today and he didn’t have the energy to deal with an enraged Glorfindel.

He walked back to his study wondering if anything else could happen to make matters worse. He opened the door and shook his head, he just had to ask. Quickly pulling off his outer robe he smothered the flames.

“Lord Elrond…we…” Figwit started.

“I don’t even want to know,” he said leaving the office with the scorched remains of his favourite blue robe in his hands.

******

Glorfindel whistled to himself as he got out of his first proper bath in two weeks. Tying a towel around his waist he walked into his room and started combing his tangled hair. He dressed in a light green tunic and darker green leggings and made his way to Erestor’s room.

He knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open. His smile faded from his face as he saw Erestor’s black and blue features. He rushed over to the Elf and took his face in his hands. Looking at him closely he also noticed the bags under his eyes and the lifeless grey eyes.

“Erestor who broke your nose?”

“Oh, Elrohir,” Erestor said quietly.

“And your hand?”

“Legolas.”

“And I suppose Elladan gave you the head injury?”

“No I fell in the bath,” Erestor said quietly. Glorfindel sighed and enveloped Erestor in a hug. Erestor didn’t react to the hug and Glorfindel looked at the Elf who was staring blankly ahead.

“Erestor are you alright?”

“Just tired,” the Elf whispered.

“Get some rest. Shall I come see you later?” Glorfindel asked.

“That will be fine,” Erestor whispered. Glorfindel nodded and left the room. It seemed as if in two weeks all the life had been sucked out of Erestor. And he knew who he had to thank for it.

“Glorfindel! Welcome home! You know I don’t think you’ve ever met…” Elladan’s words were silenced when Glorfindel slapped Elrohir.

“You…hit…you hit me!” Elrohir exclaimed shocked.

“I should break your nose.”

“Is this about that lying whore?” Legolas snarled, though he shirked back with one glare from the enraged Balrog slayer.

“Little boy, do not push me. I would not feel one ounce of grief to mar that pretty little face of yours.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Legolas said defiantly and Elladan pulled him away.

“You should be,” he whispered to the blond as a still stunned Elrohir followed behind them. Glorfindel considered following the Twins and Legolas but beating on children, no matter how much they deserved, it did not appeal to him.

Instead he made his way to the kitchens. Erestor needed cheering up and, if he was anything like Celebrian when she had been pregnant with Arwen, sweets would do the trick. He rolled up his sleeves and after a few quick words from the cook started preparing his favourite snack from Gondolin. Glorfindel was no fool, inwardly he knew that this was no pregnant depression. Celebrian had shown these signs as well after being violated by orcs.

He just hoped this could be the first step in pulling Erestor back from the darkness. Mandos was a cold, lonely place Erestor did not deserve. He filled a carafe with milk and hoped Erestor would enjoy the drink.

Almost as an afterthought he slipped outside the house and picked a large red rose. Using his dagger he carefully freed it of thorns. Placing this last thing on the tray he carefully made his way up Erestor’s room. He entered the room and his heart skipped a beat seeing Erestor lying there with his eyes shut.

“Erestor?!”

Glorfindel cringed as the pregnant Elf started and seemed to be searching for an exit before his eyes settled tiredly on Glorfindel and relaxed slightly.

“I’m sorry, your eyes were closed…for a moment I thought…”

“I was dead? Not yet apparently,” Erestor said as Glorfindel put down the tray.

“Erestor, do you wish for death?”

“Why should I wish for life?”

“Death is a cold and lonely place, with naught but yourself and emptiness for comfort.”

”And how is that so different from my life now Glorfindel? At least there I would not fear loss of limb,” Erestor said picking up a small pastry and biting into it. “What is this?”

“Do you approve?”

“Yes, but what is it?”

“My favourite treat from Gondolin. I thought you might enjoy it,” Glorfindel whispered tucking Erestor’s hair behind his ears as he took another pastry.

“You made this?”

“Yes I did, it is one of the few things I can make,” Glorfindel said pouring a glass of milk for Erestor. “Have it with this, they compliment each other well.”

Erestor took the glass and drank the cool liquid down. He put the glass down and lifted another pastry. He held it out to the Elf and Glorfindel smiled. “They are for you.”

“And I can do with them what I will,” Erestor said continuing to hold the pastry out. Glorfindel grinned and with a sudden bout of courage took it from Erestor’s hand with his teeth and swallowed it whole. Erestor stared at his hand and finally just picked up another pastry, not sure what to make of Glorfindel’s action.

He didn’t understand it, Glorfindel’s very presence had lightened the dark mood he had been in. No wonder he haunted his dreams so.

“Erestor, about before, when I found you in your bed, what had…”

“What? You were on patrol…you were really here?”

“Yes I snuck off in the dead of night. I was worried about you.”

Glorfindel watched intrigued as a blush touched Erestor’s pale cheeks and then his hair descended to fall as a curtain to hide him from Glorfindel’s view. “I…I…I just couldn’t be there.”

“Would you like to come stay in my rooms? I’m surprised you can deal with having to go in there to dress.”

“Your rooms?”

“Yes I have a lovely divan, much more comfortable than this thing. I’ve slept on worse.”

“I don’t understand,” Erestor started.

“Do you actually think I would take the bed? Besides my room has a lovely balcony.”

”So does mine,” Erestor said looking at Glorfindel.

“Where?” Glorfindel asked with disbelief.

“Behind the armoire,” Erestor said with an almost imperceptible smile.

“And why did you do that?”

“It over looked the grand view of the kitchen’s rubbish heap.”

Glorfindel chuckled. “It’s that close to the house?”

“Only until the servants take it away, but its scent remains. Imagine a day when the house is served fish.”

Glorfindel wrinkled his nose in disgust. “So is that a yes?”

“Why are you doing this?” Erestor whispered.

“You still do not know? Erestor I thought it was obvious. I l…like you a great deal and staying here must be pure torment. I can’t believe I didn’t suggest it sooner.”

“You did suggest staying with Tella,” Erestor said with an air of irritation.

“Not my finest moment I know. But will you come?”

Erestor thought about it and sighed. “I suppose.”

“Good, Let’s go.”

“What? Now?”

“Yes, I’ll come get your things afterwards. It will give you time to get acquainted with your new quarters.”

Glorfindel helped Erestor to his feet and started leading him to the door.

“Wait,” Erestor said, taking the plate of pastries then returning to Glorfindel’s side who smiled at the act. He took the plate from Erestor and slipped his arm into Erestor’s good one. Glorfindel noticed the death grip Erestor had on his limb tightened every time footsteps approached and he walked looking down at the floor but did not comment on it.

What had happened to the cold, overbearing Elf that even he had feared? Whatever had given Erestor his courage seemed to have withered and died as his belly grew. Glorfindel wondered if there was a way he could remedy this as well as help Erestor overcome the grief that was slowly consuming him.

He pushed open the door to his own ‘study’ and smiled at Erestor. “Welcome to your new home.”

Erestor looked about the room and shook his head. “This is suppose to be a study Glorfindel.”

“It is, there are some books right there,” Glorfindel said, pointing to the bottom shelf of a bookcase filled with dusty books. The rest of the book case was filled with random odds and ends, some things Erestor could not even recognize. There were also various weapons strewn about.

But despite the careless fashion that they looked thrown about they all seemed well cared for. Especially in comparison with the books. Glorfindel lead him through his so called study to his bedroom. Lavish seemed inadequate to describe the bed. Silks and furs, and excess of pillows, the entire thing seemed utterly divine.

“What can I say,” Glorfindel whispered to Erestor. “I spoil my self.” He whispered nudging the Elf to the bed.

“I couldn’t…this is your bed.”

“And I wouldn’t want any Elf in it. But you are not just any Elf. I would like to believe we are friends. You know there is only one other elf I ever made that treat for.”

”Elrond…”

“Pfft! That Elf knows nothing of a good treat. Celebrian, now there was a woman who enjoyed me slaving in the kitchen,” Glorfindel grinned when he realized he had gotten another near smile from Erestor. “I’ll be back with your clothes.”

“Thank you.”

Glorfindel went to Erestor’s rooms and was surprised when he heard a voice in the room. He put his ear to the door and growled. He opened the door and had Legolas by the throat before the Elf could react. He slammed him into Erestor’s book case, ignoring the Elf’s struggles.

“Little Prince, if I find you within 100 feet of Erestor your father will have to go about finding a new heir,” Glorfindel released Legolas who wheezed for breath. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.”

The door burst open then and a frantic Elladan came charging in. “Legolas! You can’t hurt him!”

“I didn’t,” he snarled. “He’s not even here.” Legolas said leaving the room rubbing his neck.

Elladan didn’t follow Legolas out and just stared at Glorfindel. The blond, for his part, resisted the urge to slap Elladan as well, though he seemed to be the only one of the three who had some sense left.

“Um…Glorfindel…”

“Elladan it is taking a lot of discipline not to hit you so speak quickly.”

“He tried to kill himself…” Elladan said softly.

“What?! How do you know this?”

“I was there…”

“Explain yourself.”

Elladan quickly explained the scene in the bath and what had happened to Erestor’s head. Glorfindel just listened silently, stunned at the extent Erestor’s sadness went. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified that Elladan had been there.

“Did you tell Elrond this?”

“Why would I?” Elladan muttered.

“Maybe there’s hope for your family yet,” Glorfindel said standing. “Now if you wouldn’t mind I have some packing to do. And I do mean it, that blond whelp and your brother had better not go near Erestor. As a matter of fact neither should you.”

“But he can tell us apart…”

”And have you been so kind that he will believe you do not despise him?” Elladan looked off to the side catching sight of Erestor’s sketch book. He shook his head and left the room.

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