Mani Marte pt19

Title: Mani Marte? 19/?

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.

“In three weeks or so you should be ready to give birth.”

”And how exactly will he do that?” Glorfindel asked coming into his room clad only in a towel. Erestor averted his gauze despite the fact that Glorfindel was not shy. He was respectful and never flaunted his nudity, though he could tell at times Glorfindel forgot. He had started to suspect that the Elf had slept in the nude before their little living arrangement.

“Err…” Elrond started realizing he had not given it much thought. Seeing that the pregnancy had progressed like a woman’s he had forgotten what the principle difference was. “I suppose I will cut it out.”

“My faith in you increases daily,” Glorfindel muttered pulling on a white shirt with some blue embroidery to match his blue leggings.

“If you will excuse me,” Elrond said stiffly as Glorfindel started brushing his hair.

“As usual it was a pleasure,” Glorfindel said and Erestor hid his smile behind his hair. “Erestor have you thought up any names?”

“Names? For what?”

“Your child.”

“Oh. No,” Erestor said as picked up his sketch book again. “Take a step to the left please.”

Glorfindel did as he was told and Erestor went back to drawing. Glorfindel not realizing why Erestor asked him to move stayed there for a moment longer waiting for further instruction. Finally he decided to ask.

“Why did you want me to move?”

“You were blocking the plant which I was trying to draw until interrupted for my weekly prodding.”

“Are you not the least bit worried that Elrond has no idea how to deliver your child?”

“Oh that, it turns out Elrond isn’t that necessary. An old colleague of my father sent me a text. Seems this is more common in Silvan elves and they have some information on the birthing process.”

“And you were going to tell Elrond this when?”

“He didn’t ask,” Erestor said. “Besides it only arrived a few days ago. It is not as if I am in any condition to go seek him out, even if I wanted to.”

“You don’t like Elrond.”

“I used to be in love with him.”

“Elrond?! But he’s been the worst to you next to his children.”

“It is why I am using the past tense Glorfindel. Please take him this,” Erestor said taking a large text from the bedside table.

Glorfindel left the room and Erestor put the sketch down. It was nothing more than a few lines but Glorfindel rarely looked. It had taken Erestor a month to realize how much Glorfindel neglected his own duties and friends to care for him. So he had built another mask. Not one of indifference, but one of life.

He acted as if he did things when Glorfindel was gone. When he was there it wasn’t too hard to pretend to be vibrant and alive. Glorfindel did make him feel slightly better, but he felt as if he was being swallowed whole by the darkness. It worked. Glorfindel no longer lost sleep over him and did not ignore training or other duties he had to sit with him.

Erestor felt tears prick his eyes and took deep calming breaths. He couldn’t cry now. He had no idea when Glorfindel was returning. He picked up the sketch again to try and distract his mind, never noticing as the lines became a face. Erestor shifted in his nest of pillows and started to drift off as his eyes shut.


Glorfindel entered Elrond’s study and saw that the Elf was nowhere to be found. He looked at Figwit and Co. and sighed. “Make sure Elrond gets this when he returns.”

“Of course Lord Glorfindel,” Figwit said and Glorfindel turned to leave as another one of the harpies entered balancing a patter of sticky sweets.

“Move that big old thing, we need room,” Figwit placed the book on the floor forgetting it almost instantly as they all had the honey glazed treats. Elrond walked in moments later and walked past the Elves without looking at them slammed the door shut.

“Some one’s in a bad mood,” Figwit said with a giggle then returned to his snack.


“My Lady are you sure this is wise? To just storm in there?”

“Thranduil, I am not storming. I will get to the bottom of this. I have known Erestor since he was but a quiet child hiding behind his father’s robes. We received two very strange letters and this will be resolved.”

“What is there to resolve? He lies!” Viiresse hissed.

“Calm yourself my Lady,” Celeborn said quietly. “No one can lie to Galadriel and it will be a simple matter to clear this up,” Celeborn said riding up to give the couple some time and catch up with his own wife.

“My Lady, I have noticed you have yet to ask Thranduil what, if anything, he has done to Erestor. Why?”

“Celeborn, I fear his answer. If he did do this thing he will have to be made to pay. And if he did not it is Erestor who will have to answer for his lies. The results of either scenario do not appeal to me.”


”Oh…Oh…Elrohir!” Legolas screamed as the dark haired Elf pulled away. Elrohir had Legolas pinned to the ground and had been rubbing their wet, naked bodies together. Elladan continued to swim, used to their strange antics.

“What’s the matter little Prince? Can’t you take a little teasing?”

“I never tied you up!” Legolas shrieked, his erection throbbing almost painfully.

“But you never asked either and I find that quite rude,” Elrohir said standing and dressing as Elladan returned to shore.

“Sorry to cut your play short boys but its going to rain and I would like to be inside when this storm hits,” Elladan said looking at the clouds that were moving quickly towards the valley. Elrohir sighed and untied Legolas’ hands and the Prince wasted no time bringing himself to completion, ignoring the twins.

“For two people who are not in a relationship, you two are quite the intimate pair,” Elladan said with a snicker.

“If I tie him up will you torment him?” Elrohir asked.

“I would much rather watch you two.”

“But we’re…why would you want to see…” Elrohir trailed off as Elladan smirked.

“Well first of all I would like to know who blushes more and just the idea of you and Elladan,” Legolas licked his lips. “Though the best would be with me sandwiched between you.”

“Legolas, your mind is a strange place,” Elrohir replied.

“Brother is that the first time you have received such a request?” Elladan asked surprised.

“You have before?”

“Quite a few times. I think some of them would be quite happy if we were in such a relationship as long as we sold tickets,” Elladan laughed and patted his brother’s stunned shoulder. “I forget you always had the sweetest lovers, they would never admit such to you if they thought it.”

“And yours were, that one all over again,” Elrohir said pointing at Legolas who grinned and slipped an arm about Elladan waist as they made their way back to the house just as it started to pour.

“My lords, I’m glad you made it before the storm started. Lord Elrond was near sending out a search party. Come on we are all in the hall of Fire. From what Lord Elrond says it will be quite the storm.”

“Will you be playing Lindir?” Elrohir asked noticing that the minstrel was looking towards the room.

“Yes, until dinner is ready. Hopefully we will be able to be heard over this noise,” Lindir said as thunder boomed.


Glorfindel watched as Erestor read the book he had got for him for the library. The Elf had forgotten him completely and he didn’t seemed the least bit bothered by the storm.

“I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Take your time,” Erestor said calmly. “I’m enjoying this and I’m sure there are quite a few people that feel neglected by you.”

Glorfindel smiled but would never admit how true that little fact was. Or the fact that Erestor’s permission was important to him as well. “I will return for dinner.”

“If you wish, I will most likely ignore you.”

“Its nice to know I rank below a book.”

“You do not rank below the book Glorfindel,” Erestor sighed. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Erestor I’m kidding, enjoy your book. Just make sure you eat what Tella brings.”

“I will.”


“My Lord…they…” an Elf panted but never finished as four very wet elves made their way into the room though none looked any less regal and royal. The same could not be said for their escorts who let their distress at the impromptu bath show.

Elrond stared at the four elves clearly not sure who to address first. “What brings you all to Imladris?”

“You know what Elrond,” Galadriel said sternly as Elladan slipped from the room. He ran up to Glorfindel’s room, banged on the door and opened it. “Glorfindel! Erestor!”

Erestor looked up at the wild half Elf and shrunk into the chair. Elladan looked around and saw Erestor but no blond.

“Erestor, please. I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you I just wanted to warn you.”

“About what?” Erestor whispered always being able to tell when the Twins were lying. They had a habit of looking skywards right before.

“Grandmother and Grandfather are here.”

“That is hardly reason to raise an alarm Elladan.”

“The King and Queen of Mirkwood are here as well.”

Erestor whimpered then felt a blinding pain and strange wetness. So much so that it pattered to the floor. He turned red in embarrassment. The mere mention of Thranduil and he soiled himself.

“Is that what I think it is?” Elladan whispered, terrified.

“Please, just go. I feel foolish enough.”

“Erestor, that happened to nana. Right before Arwen was born.”

“But it’s three weeks early,” Erestor said as a pain that felt like he was being torn apart ripped through him.

“Come we have to get you to the healers,” Elladan said reaching for Erestor who flinched. “Glorfindel…where is Glorfindel?”

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