Author: Blue Gold
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.
Elladan could take no more. Erestor’s screams were clawing at his heart. The rain had long since stopped and now his cries were deafening to him at least. Whatever was involved in the male birthing process it seemed dozens of times more uncomfortable than what females went through.
He looked up, sensing his brother’s return before he actually entered the room. “Ro,” Elladan started tiredly to his refreshed brother, “I can’t sleep here, help me to our room?”
“Of course,” Elrohir said helping Elladan to stand and supporting most of his weight as they left the hall. “That been going on long?” He asked as a pain filled moan echoed through the empty hall.
“Since last night. I don’t know if I would have been able to take much more,” Elladan said as Elrohir hefted him up and made his way up the stairs. Opening the door to his room Elladan looked around. “Legolas?”
“With his parents I suppose. I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”
“Oh,” Elladan said with a yawn as he was helped into bed. Pulling on Elrohir’s arm his brother indulged him and climbed into the bed. Elladan smiled and wrapped his arms around his twin as his eyes drooped. Holding Elrohir tight he fell asleep.
“He’s fainted again,” Glorfindel whispered stroking Erestor’s sweat soaked hair.
“What kind of diet did he have? He’s much too weak to survive this much longer,” Celeborn stated glaring at Elrond.
“I ordered the proper diet it’s not my fault if he didn’t eat it,” Elrond snapped.
“Oh be useful and change Erestor’s bowl, I can smell it from here,” Glorfindel retorted, remembering the last time when Erestor’s body had chosen the moment when Elrond approached to urinate.
“Don’t be so frightened. See, those organs have contracted,” Celeborn said with a smirk. Elrond muttered under his breath and exchanged the bowl for an empty one. “That won’t be necessary, once he wakes the process will be ready to begin.”
“How can you be so sure?” Elrond asked sceptically.
“Who do you think wrote the book your new advisor so kindly misplaced?”
“Oh. Where did Galadriel go?” Elrond asked noticing her disappearance for the first time.
“A walk,” Celeborn said simply.
“He wakes,” Glorfindel said quietly as Erestor moaned.
“Erestor,” Celeborn said softly to the pain wracked Elf, “you need to begin to push, to bring your child into this world.”
“Push…” Erestor repeated weakly. All he wanted to do was sleep.
“You can rest when you are done,” Celeborn said. “Now I want you to try and push the child forward.”
Erestor did as he was told and felt as his child started to move out of his body. He pushed again, harder, wanting to be rid of the thing.
“Erestor, breathe,” Glorfindel whispered as the Elf pushed again.
“Stop! I know you want this to be over but you will only hurt yourself this way,” Celeborn said as Elrond moved to greet the babe.
“Its already crowing,” Elrond said surprised. Celeborn moved to kneel beside Glorfindel and took Erestor’s hand as the blond stroked his hair.
“Now I want you to work with me and this will be done quickly. Push now…stop…breathe…push again…”
Celeborn continued with the instructions, altering them at times, when he feared Erestor would push until he collapsed.
“It’s a boy!” Elrond exclaimed holding the struggling babe. Erestor took one look at the tuff of black hair and shut his eyes refusing to allow the tears to fall.
“Erestor, you are not done. You need to push one more time,” Celeborn said and Erestor didn’t bother to open his eyes or ask why he needed to push, he just did. The afterbirth was expelled with a plop. “Now you are done.”
Glorfindel watched as Elrond cleaned the child and wrapped it in a blanket. Walking over he took the child carefully from Elrond. He moved to Erestor’s side.
“Erestor, don’t you want to see your child?”
“No,” he whispered turning his head away from the sound of Glorfindel’s voice. Glorfindel lowered his head, he had expected this but in his heart hoped for a better reaction. Erestor blamed his child for everything that had happened to him.
Looking down at the tiny infant, Glorfindel smiled at the rosy bundle. He had Erestor’s raven hair and the same sensual mouth. He gave the child a kiss on the tip of its nose and for the first time he noticed the bright green eyes, just like Thranduil’s. Not grey like Erestor’s or even a more common blue like his own, or brown like that idiot, Figwit’s, but bright, shining green.
“What name did you choose?” Celeborn asked and Glorfindel shook his head when Erestor didn’t bother to answer. Frowning Celeborn moved to observe the closing of the birth passage and shook his head. It was happening much too slowly and there was the blood. Right now it was nothing to worry about but if the opening didn’t seal faster it could weaken Erestor drastically, even kill him.
Pulling Elrond to the side he hissed to the half-elf. “How long?”
“How long what?” Elrond asked.
“Don’t play with me. You were the healer with him throughout all of this, how long has Erestor been fading?”
“He is not fading,” Elrond stammered. “I would know.”
“He took a turn for the worse 5 months ago, that’s when he began to sleep with his eyes closed and…” Glorfindel stopped, not able to say the words as the newborn yawned.
“It seems the one who knows is Glorfindel. Let us speak outside and find the babe’s wet nurse. You did go about finding one of those?”
“Of course,” Elrond said indignant. “Tella shall take you to her,” Elrond said starting to clean up the supplies.
“What about…” Glorfindel started glancing at Erestor.
“There is nothing I can do, it must close on its own. I can not simply sew it shut. This is something Erestor’s body must do,” Celeborn said with a sigh.
Glorfindel nodded and followed Celeborn out after the silver haired Elf draped a blanket atop Erestor.
Galadriel sat calmly in the gardens outwardly looking the picture of calm. Inwardly her mind was in turmoil. While she couldn’t know if it was the burden of lying for so long or being thought a liar, she saw the result. Erestor was in terrible condition. Any Elf that couldn’t see it was either lying to themselves or blind.
Now after that note from Elrond she knew the only place she would get any answers was from Elladan. He had made clear in his letter that he was not sure he believed Erestor, even after the attempt at suicide.
Standing, she made her way to the Twins’ room and knocked.
“Come in,” Elrohir called quietly. She entered the room and smiled at her Grandsons. Though she noted that Elladan was asleep.
“I had wished to speak to Elladan.”
“You can sit with him if you wish, I would like to go find Legolas at any rate. I am quite well rested,” Elrohir said removing himself from Elladan’s embrace and smoothing his deep purple tunic.
“I will,” Galadriel said simply and Elrohir drew a chair closer to the bed for her.
“Grandmother, why did Arwen not come with you?”
”She is trying her hand at ruling. She claims with your father and Erestor she would never get a chance,” Galadriel said with a smile.
“Oh,” Elrohir said with a smirk. I will see you for lunch?”
“Yes of course,” Galadriel said waving her Grandson away. Elrohir was barely out the door when her frown reappeared. Glancing at Elladan she decided to give him another hour of rest before waking him.
Elrond was done cleaning up and was wondering what to do about Erestor. The lower half of his body was covered in a blanket and the healer in him was curious. Walking over he moved the blanket and saw the hole, now slightly smaller than his fist.
Looking at Erestor he realized the Elf was awake and staring blankly at the decorated ceiling. Elrond still thought that was one of his better ideas. There were patterns and images that depicted the song of creation and the coming of the Elves, up until the fall of The Two Trees and the creation of the Sun and Moon, in explicit detail in small squares. Even if you could only see directly above you, and no farther in either direction, you would see enough of the story to keep you occupied for weeks, trying to pull out all the tiny details.
Erestor sat up and hissed at the pain it caused but also realized that he could do so easily. The motion caused a wave of dizziness and he waited until it passed before reaching for his robe. Elrond watched this but said nothing, neither did he offer his assistance.
“I told you that you had until the babe was born to tell me the truth or you both would be banished from Imladris.”
“I told you the truth.”
“Fine. Know this Erestor, you are dead to me.”
“I understand,” he had said it with an eerie calm and the same feeling descended on him now. Remembering the quick flash of dark hair he wondered why he hadn’t ended it when he had the chance.
“You will not leave until this is settled. I do not know what Thranduil will wish to do to you. But I have officially washed my hands of you,” Elrond stated marching out of the healing wing.
Viiresse pulled her son to the side. “Legolas you know this place well?”
“Yes Mother,” he said glancing at Thranduil, who had again discovered the Imladris sweet cake. “I will take you.”
“Legolas! I missed you last night! I was all alone in bed…” Elrohir exclaimed walking over to the blond. Finally noticing Viiresse he blushed crimson.
“Son, is there something I should know?” Elrohir nearly jumped out of his skin seeing Thranduil casually enjoying breakfast. “Don’t be so frightened, Legolas is old enough to choose his own lover.”
“But we’re not…I mean…we just…Elladan and I…” Elrohir floundered and Legolas finally took pity on his friend with benefits.
“The twins share a bed Ada, you know this, I simply joined in. Why was Elladan not there?”
“He sprained his ankle, so he was in the healing wing with Ada. He’s sound asleep now, with Grandmother.”
“So that’s where she got off to,” Elrond said flopping into a chair. Almost immediately a servant appeared with tea, which Elrond took gratefully.
“I take in then the child has been born?” Thranduil asked.
“Yes. A boy, off somewhere with Glorfindel and Celeborn,” Elrond yawned into his tea cup and sighed.
“Alive, awake, and as chatty as my tea cup,” Elrond drawled. “So what are you going to do to him? Have him clean spider carcasses, just leave him to rot?”
“Viiresse has given it much more thought then I have. You should…” Thranduil stopped when he noticed Elrond nodding off.
“Ada, go to bed,” Elrohir started. “Don’t worry I will take care of anything that happens. Besides I have plenty of help.”
“Those idiots?! Oh you mean…yes I suppose, Goodnight.”
“Morning Ada,” Elrohir said with a kiss to Elrond’s forehead as the Elf stood tiredly. “I think I will help you there.” Thranduil grinned at Elrond’s exhausted state. You would think he had just given birth. Grinning he turned to share the joke with his family and noticed them gone.
Erestor folded the parchment and wrote Glorfindel’s name in large letters on top of it. He placed it on his makeshift bed. Shuffling to the door he opened it only to be greeted by a resounding slap to the face that left a bright red mark.
Looking up he say the Prince of Mirwood and who he assumed to be the Queen. “Lying, disgusting, abnormal, pile of filth!”