Mani Marte pt17

Title: Mani Marte? 17/?

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.

Glorfindel buttoned his tunic as he watched Erestor sleep. The shut eyes unnerved him but Glorfindel hoped, in time, it would pass. Maybe it was partially because of all his injuries, serious healing sleeps often resulted in closed eyes. The Sun was just starting to rise and he couldn’t believe he had ever had anything that looked that good sprawled out in his bed.

Erestor looked so peaceful that he would give almost anything to walk over and wake him with a kiss. Laying on his side, Erestor has shifted enough that his robe had ridden up to halfway up his leg and Glorfindel wondered if Erestor ever went out in the Sun.

“No wonder its so easy to see him blush,” Glorfindel said softly as he wished the robe would ride up more. Just as quickly as it came the thought vanished with guilt. That was just what Erestor needed: to wake to find Glorfindel leering at him like some prize. He went into his ‘study’ and after getting some parchment and a quill from his desk he wrote a quick note to Erestor.

‘Off to morning training see you at lunch. Make yourself at home and be sure to eat. –G’ He carefully placed the note next to Erestor on his bed and walked out in an especially good mood. Stopping off at the kitchen he told Tella of Erestor’s relocation.

“About time. So he took it well?”

“Took what well? The move? Its only been one night. He was asleep when I arrived with all his things.”

“No, you telling him your feelings.”

“I didn’t do that, Tella. Erestor does not need to hear that. He’s slipping fast.”

“Which is exactly why he needs your support.”

“As a friend. He can not take much more than that in his condition. I do not want him for one moment to believe I am doing this for him to return my feelings, or that I expect something for allowing him to stay in my rooms. When this mess is over, maybe.”

Tella stared at Glorfindel silently and finally broke out in a smile. “To think this is the same Elf that had the “brilliant” idea to ask Erestor if he had been violated why was he not fading.”

Glorfindel smiled weakly. “Have pity on me, I am just a simple minded male Elf.”

“Not that simple I assure you, must be something about the noble blood that makes them fools.”

“But do you forget my dear? I’m a Lord in my own right.”

“Woe to us all if you ever took charge,” Magelin said as he took an apple on his way out. Glorfindel swatted in the direction of his friend and smiled at Tella as he left.


Erestor woke with a content sigh, he had never been so comfortable. He was surrounded by warmth and a scent that he couldn’t place that, in his dreamy state that made him feel safe. A feeling he was no longer used to. Cracking open one eye he saw what looked like parchment much too close to him. He picked it up and sighed at Glorfindel’s message.

Though the more he woke the more he hurt. The dull throb that was his hand greeted him as he turned to lie flat on his back and reaching his hand to see the progress made on his nose he winced at the pain. Trying to distract himself from his hurts, he let his mind wander.

‘Breakfast.’ The idea sounded good to him and that thing in his stomach that started to kick up a storm.

“Be still you parasite, I will feed you soon enough,” Erestor muttered, rubbing his belly. Looking round a thought occurred to him: how exactly was he supposed to do that? How would Tella even know where to find him? If she didn’t Glorfindel would be back before lunch. He would only have to spend part of the day hungry.

The knock on the door startled him and he decided there was no way he was answering Glorfindel’s door. Maybe the person would go away if there was no answer. Who would invade Glorfindel’s private rooms?

“Erestor?” Erestor let out an audible sigh of relief recognizing the voice. Carefully making his way out of the bed and into the ‘study’ he saw Tella with a tray.

“I didn’t think you knew,” Erestor said softly.

“Lord Glorfindel told me moments ago, he cares deeply for you.”

“I think he just does not know when to quit.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind,” Erestor said sitting on the divan. He couldn’t believe Glorfindel slept on this, though it did feel more comfortable than his own makeshift bed.

Tella frowned but remained silent, not wishing to pry into Erestor’s life. Though she did have the urge to beat Glorfindel over the head with a tray. Love was the one thing that Erestor really needed.


Elrond entered Erestor’s chambers and looked around. Leave it to Erestor to not be the one place he always was when he had no time for it. Casting a quick glance into the bath he saw he wasn’t there either. He stepped into Erestor’s bedroom and would have given up if he didn’t notice the apparent emptiness of his armoire.

“Oh he wouldn’t dare!” Elrond growled marching off to the one Elf he knew would have organized Erestor’s escape plan. And with those injuries…they would believe whatever lie he fed them. Why hadn’t he thought to warn Celeborn and Galadriel sooner?

In a flurry of burgundy Elrond angrily made his way to the training grounds, knowing it was where Glorfindel spent most of his mornings. The blond Lord was walking about sparring pairs correcting stances, pointing out weaknesses, and jesting all the while.

“How dare you!” He snarled pulling on Glorfindel’s arm. Only years of training kept Glorfindel from taking Elrond’s head off.

“How dare I what? Train the new guards?” Glorfindel asked shrugging off Elrond’s arm. He dismissed the small group with a wave of his arm and crossed his arms. “So what almighty crime did I commit now?”

”You have no idea, how convenient.”

“What…oh, he should have never been there in the first place.”

“So you admit, blatantly deifying me.”

“Blatantly…Elrond I think that circlet is too tight, Legolas should be happy I left him intact.”

“Legolas?! What are you blathering about?” Elrond asked.

“Legolas breaking into Erestor’s room to do Valar knows what to an Elf who has taken up sleeping with his eyes closed. What are you talking about?”

“Erestor! How did you smuggle him out of Imladris?”

“Must everything be a grand conspiracy with you? Glorfindel asked and shook his head. “Follow me before you jump to any more foolish conclusions.”

Glorfindel stalked up to the house not looking back once to see if he was being followed. He made his way to his own room. Opening the door he found Erestor lifelessly picking at a breakfast of fruit, bread, and preserves.

Elrond marched in right behind him. “Why are you here?”

Erestor sighed and put down the slice of apple he had been holding for the last few minutes. He turned to Elrond and Glorfindel and shrugged. “Ask him.”

“What? You have taken to housing this liar?” Elrond snapped at Glorfindel, who was clearly seconds away from snapping the Peredhil in two. He took a step away from the blond and towards Erestor.

“I will share my room with who ever I please. My personal life is none of your concern,” Glorfindel said icily.

One look at the Elf and Elrond bit back his retort. He turned to Erestor instead, closing the distance between them with a single stride. He pulled out a small jar, and placed it beside the food. “Use this on your face to ease the pain and lessen the bruising,” he said simply then walked out.

“You frighten him,” Erestor said quietly, eyeing the jar.

“He should be, that old arse of an Elf,” Glorfindel said picking up the jar and warming some of the cold cream between his fingers. Carefully tilting Erestor’s head he applied it to the bruises and his nose with feather light touches. Once done he smiled. “It should be less painful to eat now.”

“How did you…”

“I’ve broken my nose Erestor, not in a long time but I remember.” Erestor nodded and had to admit that a cool numb feeling was occurring on his face. Picking up the apple slice he was able to bite into it without wincing.

Glorfindel took a seat, realizing that Elrond had ruined the training sessions he had until after lunch when he worked with the advance guards. That’s if he went at all. He knew they would work without him. It was the younger ones who assumed if he was not there they did not have to be there as well. He would let Erestor decide that for him.

“I thought you weren’t returning until lunch?”

“Elrond came pounding in like some orc, claiming I had smuggled you out of Imladris to Valar knows where.”

“Out of…” Erestor shook his head. Where would he go really? Celeborn and Galadriel were Elrond’s family and Galadriel had known about his attraction. She had not been pleased though she had never really said anything. But who needed words with one glare from the Lady of the Golden Wood?

“Erestor,” Glorfindel started taking the Elf’s good hand, he waited until he had his full attention. “You know if you ask it of me I will come with you. I don’t care to where, I never want you to believe you are alone in this.”

Erestor stared at Glorfindel and could see the sincerity in the clear blue eyes. At the same time his mind flashed to the many times he had seen Glorfindel and envied him for the life he lead full of laughter and joy despite his dangerous occupation. “I would never ask you to give up everything for me. I could not do that.”

“It would be a small sacrifice.”

“Your home, your friends, your duty, everything you have worked for. Do not lie to me. Can you tell me you could give that all up knowing you could never return?” Glorfindel blinked for a moment and Erestor smiled ruefully. “I have none of these things to lose, my duty was stripped away and I was never anything else.”

“You could begin anew…” Erestor shook his head.

“The truly pitiful thing about me, is even after all this I want to stay. If by some miracle I was offered my position again I would take it. It was the one thing I ever enjoyed. It helped me forget that there was nothing else. Why would you want to give up your life for a wretch like me?”

“Because…because I would,” Glorfindel said and placed a small kiss to Erestor’s forehead. He slipped out of the room before he could make a confession he would regret.

Erestor sat in shock, why had Glorfindel done that? The Elf had actually kissed him! Kissed him! Erestor’s hand unconsciously touched the skin of his forehead, sure it was tingling never realizing the sides of his lips were curving into a grin or that his heart was beating impossibly fast.

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