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.
Glorfindel looked about Erestor’s room wondering if he would even be able to find anything. So many Elves had been through here. Cleaning, arranging and just being nosy. What evidence would there be? Even that blue robe had gone.
Pacing around the bedroom he wondered what he would really find. Servants had been through the room dozens of times. They had cleaned and changed the sheets…Glorfindel looked and found they hadn’t.
These were the same sheets from his impromptu visit. He vividly remembered staring at the pattern as he held a naked, sobbing Erestor close. Counting the little circles as he waited for the Elf to calm. Without another thought Glorfindel stripped the bed, but there was nothing on the mattress. Not a stain, not even a mark of a past stain.
Sighing he tossed the sheet on top of the bed knowing it did not matter. Using the other door to exit the room he caught sight of something but before his mind could register the small bit of fabric under the bed he heard a frantic voice from down the hall.
“Glorfindel…where is Glorfindel…”
Rushing back to his own room, the short distance never ceased to amaze him. Here he was living in the same corridor as Erestor and before now he hadn’t known it. Their rooms were worlds apart.
Entering his own room he was surprised to see Elladan warily watching Erestor who let out a pain filled groan.
“Erestor! What is wrong?” He asked, kneeling before the Elf and noticing that his leggings were absorbing some liquid.
“It is like Nana,” Elladan whispered, the similarities to the scene he had witnessed before were unnerving. But then it had been Elrond kneeling in birth fluid, while his mother had whimpered in pain. Why was it always him experiencing this? “He is ready to give birth,” Elladan murmured, coming out of his own daze.
“But it’s early,” Glorfindel said quietly.
“You don’t think I know that?!” Erestor snarled. Glorfindel shirked a little, reminded of Erestor’s mood swings. He still wasn’t brave enough to handle Erestor in his anger.
“Elladan go get your father, sadly he is the Elf best equipped to handle this. We will meet him in the healing wing.”
“See that is where we have a problem, it is why I came here in fact. We er…um have guests.”
“Guests?” Glorfindel asked as he stood, never taking his eyes off Erestor who’s expression was one of agony.
“My Grandparents and…the King and Queen of Mirkwood.”
“Oh Valar just what we need. Get him anyway!” Glorfindel said as Erestor moaned again. He was no expert on pregnancy but was there not a respite from the pain? Erestor seemed to be in prolonged agony.
Carefully lifting the Elf into his arms he walked out of the room as Elladan flew past him, to his father he assumed.
“Come, you all could use a change of clothes and some hot tea. You are drenched to the bone,” Elrond said not wanting to address the real reason the Elves had arrived. Viiresse seemed to be the only one besides the escorts who wanted to take up the offer.
“Cold does not disturb us as much as it does you. The water is a nuisance Elrond and you know it. Do I have to haul you by the ear or can we continue this in private?” Galadriel snarled and despite the silence only the five of them heard her threat.
For a moment Elrond looked stunned. It was rare that Galadriel was cross with him. “Fine, Lindir,” Elrond said and the music started up a heartbeat later as they all made their way to the door. Joined by Legolas and Elrohir, the group walked in silence until Celeborn was nearly knocked over by his grandson.
“Elladan, I would think you were much too old to be scolded for running in the halls.”
“I’m sorry,” Elladan panted. “It’s just that…”
“Erestor is in labour,” Elrohir said flatly as his brother tried to catch his breath.
“Is that true?” Elladan nodded as his grandfather held him up.
“Healing wing,” Elladan panted as Celeborn stroked his hair. Elrond growled and turned in that direction. With a small frown Celeborn lifted Elladan into his arms.
“Elladan, you know first hand it takes hours for a child to be born. If you had been more careful you would not be nursing a sprained ankle now,” Celeborn said, knowing Elladan’s panting was from more than exertion.
“Too many stairs,” Elladan whined into his grandfather’s tunic feeling like a small child being carried about.
“You are lucky you didn’t break your neck. Why did you rush so?”
“It doesn’t stop. Nana would hurt then it would stop for a little while, then start. It hasn’t stopped.”
“It is that way with males, there are more changes happening,” Galadriel said noting the three of them were trailing far behind the others.
She quickly placed herself between the four other Elves and Elrond, stopping their forward progression. “Legolas, I’m sure your parents would be happy to get out of their wet clothes, why not show them somewhere where they can do that.”
“One would think you do not want us there,” Thranduil said annoyed.
“And what, Thranduil, would you do there? I did not know you were a healer along with your other talents.”
“Don’t you think that it’s about time Erestor faced me?”
“And do what? Confess his sins while screaming in the throws of labour? Do something useful and go with your wife. Its clear a woman of her station is not used to such harsh conditions,” Galadriel said, glancing at the pampered Queen.
Viiresse huffed indignantly, not about to take an order from Galadriel. But, before she could say anything, Thranduil took her arm leading her away.
“We will learn nothing as he brings a child into the world. Legolas come.”
“Now!” The Prince lowered his head and followed his Father and Mother back towards the Hall of Fire.
Elrohir looked at his Grandmother, not sure what his place would be. “You will assist Elladan while your Grandfather and I aid Elrond.”
“Elladan?” Elrohir asked perplexed.
“Your dear brother has injured his ankle, I’m quite sure you have been trained to treat such simple injuries.”
“Yes,” Elrohir said receiving Elladan into his arms who winced.
“Ro, move your arm. I have some bruises as well.”
“How far did you fall?” Celeborn asked.
“About half way, then I went down the rest.”
“Elladan, Elves are not supposed to trip.”
“Shut up ‘Ro,” Elladan said relaxing against his brother.
“Then start behaving like a proper Elf,” he replied with a grin.
“NOOOOOOO! Stop!!! Put the knife down! Elrond Please!” Erestor’s frantic shrieks stopped the playful banter and all three Elves ran the rest of the way. Celeborn and Galadriel entered first, as Elrohir carrying Elladan brought up the rear.
“I will sedate you if I must!” Elrond yelled.
“Why are you trying to butcher me?!” Erestor shrieked. Elrond turned to Glorfindel who was just as bewildered as he was. “Glorfindel,” Erestor said suddenly and the blond was at his side in an instant.
Galadriel entered the room, then moving to Elrond she took the knife from him. “Go tend to Elladan,” she said pointing to where Elrohir was placing his brother down.
“You left my life in the hands of that thing?! That inept…” Erestor snarled his strength surprising Glorfindel who could not break the hold.
“Erestor, surly strangling Glorfindel is not going to make things better,” Celeborn said calmly prying the fingers off the blond as Glorfindel rubbed his neck.
“Does this mean the pain has passed?” Galadriel asked and Erestor refused to meet her gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking down at his hands.
“I know but this baby still needs to be born,” Galadriel said.