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.
Looking up he saw the Prince of Mirkwood and who he assumed to be the Queen. “Lying, disgusting, abnormal, pile of filth!”
Erestor grimaced as the pain in his face felt like nothing compared to the pain in his nether regions. He wouldn’t be able to stand much longer.
“How dare you accuse Thranduil of tainting himself with the likes of you!”
He pressed his already soiled robe against his body and could feel it soaking his hands. He barely noticed that Viiresse was still speaking, instead gazing out the window behind her. The storm from the night before had passed though the sky was still dreary and grey.
“…Elrond, a mousy starved ugly thing like you could? I will be quite happy to throw you in our dungeons. Let your lying carcass lie among the rats. Why did you think anyone would believe your lies? Those foolish rumours of Thranduil, spread by Elves who know nothing of the great Elf he is.”
“Mother,” Legolas whispered, his attention drawn on the direction they had come. “Another approaches.”
”Know this beast, your suffering has only begun,” Viiresse finished and stomped off.
Erestor, barely aware of the ranting Queen, started walking again. Blindly, he stumbled past the other Elf in the corridor. Pausing near the other, he placed his hand on the wall for support and slowly made his way out of the Last Homely House.
Thranduil watched as the Elf dragged himself along, wondering who it was when the black curtain shifted. He held his breath for a moment before realizing Erestor was oblivious to him, intent on getting somewhere. He watched, detached, until the Elf was gone. Looking at the wall where he had rested, he lifted his hand and wiped it across the residue. Sure enough, it was blood.
“Legolas, Viiresse, I hope you are both smart enough not to get caught,” Thranduil muttered and made his way back to the main house, already seeing his family had dug their own grave. Adding him to it would only make matters worse.
“I am waiting,” Glorfindel growled.
“As am I, I know you both were given specific orders to stay away from the healing wing,” Celeborn said, taking the sleeping baby from the enraged Balrog-slayer.
“I don’t have to answer to the likes of you, I am Queen of Mirkwood.”
“And I knew Mirkwood when it was a realm to be proud of. When it was the Great Greenwood, not infested by spiders and bathed in the shadow of darkness. But is it no wonder with a King like yours?”
“How dare you! You actually believe that filthy trollop!”
“I’m going to check on Erestor, Valar save your family if another one of you laid your hands on him,” Glorfindel said shoving past the royal pair.
“Legolas, what did you do?”
“I broke his hand,” Legolas said with a shrug. “He shouldn’t be able to spread such lies about Ada and live in peace.”
Viiresse patted her son’s shoulder and led him away ignoring Celeborn, who decided to bring the child to meet his wife.
Glorfindel entered the healing wing and wondered where everyone had gone off to. Especially Erestor, who was in no condition to be roaming the house or even out of bed. Approaching Erestor’s bed he noticed the parchment addressed to him.
I’m sorry, but by the time you read this I will be gone. I will not destroy your life along with mine. Your place is here. All I ask is that you raise my son, you would make a much better father than I ever would. If that is too much to ask of you please send him to a family that knows nothing of me. It was not his fault he was fathered by a weakling and a liar. He never need know he was created in fear and pain, not in love.
Erestor glanced up at the sky. It was still slightly grey from the storm from the night before. Walking towards the water he saw that it was even more choppy than usual. ‘All the better then,’ he thought as he made his way to the water’s edge.
I go now to commit yet another crime against the Valar. But what is one more? Again I’m sorry you wasted these past few months with me. It meant the world that you believed me and any happiness I had in the last few months was due to you. It saddens me that I spent so long in love with someone who despises me so, instead of building a friendship with you; but that is just one of the may mistakes in my life. I hope you do not morn me, but instead find someone worthy of your attention. Something I never was.
Erestor took a first step into the water, stepping back at the coldness. What was he doing? Taking a deep breath he quickly walked until he was waist deep in the water. The coldness did nothing to numb the pain and Erestor doubled over with a yelp.
The move was enough to cause him to loose balance on the slippery rocks and he fell head first. Taken by surprise he tried to right himself as he was pulled further down stream and into deeper, more choppy water that an experienced swimmer would have had trouble with.
Glorfindel, please do not seek to avenge me as you said many a night. I was weak and stupid and I will not have blood on your hands because of me. You died once, that is more than enough for any Elf. This was no one’s fault but my own; I should have known better, then to ever speak at all.
Glorfindel stared at the note with disbelieving eyes. It fell from his hands as tears clouded his vision. He couldn’t loose Erestor, but there were so many places he could have gone.
”He tried to kill himself…”
“How many elves do you know who can’t swim…”
“Valar let me be right,” Glorfindel thought as he ran.
Celeborn pushed open the door to the twins room and saw his wife sitting on the bed, Elladan’s sleeping head in her lap.
“Nana…” the half-elf murmured as Galadriel ran her fingers through his hair, taking out the half undone braids as she did so.
“What is his name?” Galadriel asked as she looked at the child in Celeborn’s arms.
“Erestor did not provide one. He would not even look at the child, let alone name it.”
Galadriel nodded as Elladan stirred. Rubbing his eyes with a fist he looked back and forth between his Grandparents as he sat up. Eyes settling on Celeborn who moved closer and held out the child to Elladan.
“He’s so small,” Elladan whispered his hands hovering but never touching the child.
“As are most newborns. You and Elrohir were just as small.”
Elladan shut his eyes for a moment wondering where his brother had gone off too and smiled. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Not particularly why do you ask?” Celeborn said as he sat.
“Its just that Elrohir is putting Ada to bed. I know how tired I was and I was not even helping.”
“You’re healing,” Celeborn said, though he knew a sprain was not serious and Elladan would be fine in another day. “Wait…Elrond left Erestor alone?”
“The other healers ignore him.” Celeborn frowned and stood.
“I want to check on him. After what Glorfindel told me he should not be left to his own devices now that there is no other life to worry about.”
“Do you think he would try again?” Elladan asked.
“An Elf must be in a very dark place to consider taking his life and Glorfindel admitted he did not think he was enough light.”
Glorfindel ran along the waters down stream, following the path he feared Erestor had been dragged down when he saw it. A fallen tree and a black mass pressed against it by the constant rush of water.
Not sure how long it would be before the tree was pulled fully into the water Glorfindel tore off his tunic and boots, knowing they would only weigh him down, and made his way into the water. He moved as quickly as he could against the flow of the water to Erestor’s limp form.
Glorfindel pushed himself harder when he saw the tree finally start to lose to the onslaught of water and to be pushed out of whatever hold it had to continue its journey down river.
Reaching Erestor he placed himself between the Elf and the steady flow of water hoping that the Elf would be alright once he got him to land. Pulling Erestor to him he started moving back towards the shore.
Panting, he climbed out of the water and placed Erestor down beside him. The Elf was white as death and didn’t seem to be breathing. Tilting Erestor’s head back he pried the nearly blue lips apart and forced air into the other Elf’s lungs.
After a few painstaking minutes when nothing seemed to be happening, Erestor coughed. Turning his head to the side he spat up a disturbing amount of water and the dead, grey eyes focused on Glorfindel.
“Oh Erestor! I thought I lost you! You were so still, so cold. I don’t know what I would have done,” Glorfindel said as Erestor felt a pain in his chest.
Erestor reached a hand to Glorfindel’s face but never reached his destination as he whimpered, surprised, and blacked out. Glorfindel didn’t waste a moment. Gathering Erestor into his arms, he ran back to the Healing House and was surprised to see Celeborn clutching the letter looking distressed.
“I found him! Please we have to do something!” Glorfindel exclaimed carefully setting Erestor down.
Celeborn quickly gathered some towels and Glorfindel quickly stripped Erestor, noticing for the first time how thin Erestor had become in the last year. How had he missed such a thing? He supposed he had been distracted by the belly. Celeborn thrust a towel at Glorfindel and they both began to dry off the Elf, rubbing his body to increase warmth and circulation.
“Thank the Valar for small favors,” Celeborn muttered as he dried the Elf’s legs. Glorfindel looked up confused and Celeborn explained. “The birth passage has closed. The skin is extremely tender and will be for some days but he will not lose any more blood.”
Stripping a nearby bed the Elves covered up Erestor when Glorfindel’s hands froze. He swore under his breath as a tired Elrond entered the room, prodded forward by Galadriel.
“I don’t see why I have to be the one…”
“Well if you hadn’t allowed your healers to ignore him for so long maybe we could have called another,” Galadriel said.
“Where did you find him?” Elrond asked as he prodded Erestor’s chest. “Three…no four broken ribs. Most likely more bruised,” he continued not really caring for the answer. “He has also lost a lot of blood. If he wakes it will be days.”