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.
Viiresse watched as her husband sat at a window, his mind elsewhere. Word had spread of Erestor’s suicide attempt the day before and since then Thranduil had been oddly silent. She was worried and deep down she felt she knew what she feared.
“Husband, walk with me. There can be nothing of interest at that window.”
“Actually it overlooks the training ground. Legolas and Elrohir are sparring. Elladan acts as judge.”
“And you are paying no attention to them. What troubles you?”
“It’s… Nothing. I suppose I do not like the reasons for us being here. I do not like the fact that I left Mirkwood in the hands of an advisor, no matter how competent. But mostly I fear it is true.”
“True? What do you mean true?” Viiresse hissed.
Thranduil did not look away from the window as he responded. “What would you do if it was I?”
“I do not have to worry about that, it was not you!”
Viiresse snatched up her circlet and a cloak. “I will not hear any more of this. I will return for supper. Do not repeat these lies again to me.”
Thranduil sighed and turned to watch his son spar with Elrohir again. His mind barely focusing on the battle as he watched the young, carefree Elves.
Three days later Erestor woke. He was weak and in pain. He saw Glorfindel clutching his hand, looking exhausted, beside him. Trying to sit up pain exploded throughout his body and Erestor sank back down into darkness, Glorfindel never knowing he was awake.
When Erestor woke again, there was a dark haired Elf at his side. He did not see the Elf’s face and assumed it was Elrond. Not in the mood to be asked to confess he shut his eyes and feigned sleep until it really did claim him again.
Erestor woke with a start and had no idea what woke him until he heard shouting. Shouting that was hurting his ears. Vaguely remembering pain from the last time he woke, Erestor slowly sat up and still felt the pain about his ribs but started moving to leave the healing wing. It was much too loud in there. He was at the door before the voices stopped then a single one bellowed.
“Erestor!” He stopped, wondering what made Glorfindel’s voice sound so harsh. Turning he saw a livid Balrog slayer and Elrond, who looked almost happy.
Erestor tilted his head as Glorfindel approached and the anger dissipated, leaving a deep sadness. “Why?” Erestor turned away not sure he could explain what had driven him to the water. What had made it seem like the best for everyone involved.
“You lied to me,” Glorfindel started and Erestor looked at the Elf, confused. He had never told him he wouldn’t take his life. Glorfindel had never asked him such a thing. “I believed you when no one else did. I chose you over all of Imladris, I let you into my room, my h… Did you really think you would get away with it?”
Erestor continued to watch Glorfindel, confused. Waiting on some elaboration as to why he no longer believed he was telling the truth. When none was forthcoming he opened his mouth to ask.
“I do not want to hear any more of your lies. Goodbye Erestor.” Glorfindel said, leaving the healing wing before Erestor or Elrond could see his watery eyes.
Erestor had broken his heart with his lies. Why couldn’t he have just told him he was lying to protect a married Elf? Or that said Elf had not known that Erestor was pregnant until a little while ago. Stopping he realized he had not gone to his rooms and was instead at the nursery.
Opening the door he was surprised to see Tella and Belgor with the baby. Seeing him, Tella grinned and walked over with the still unnamed baby in her arms. Forgetting for a moment he held the child in his arms and it looked at him with curious green eyes before grabbing at the blond locks unlike anyone else had seen.
“He is awake if you wish to speak to him,” Glorfindel told the other Elf who nodded nervously and made his way to the healing wing.
Erestor allowed Elrond to steer him back to the bed, not noticing at first it was a different one. Elrond took his right arm and it wasn’t until he heard the click of the lock that he realized what Elrond had done. Looking down at the shackle he sighed and lay back down as that reawakened the pain in his ribs.
“It’s what we usually use for dangerous Elves. While I don’t think you will be attacking anyone, we don’t need you diving into any more bodies of water. Did you know he was coming?”
Erestor finally decided to ask, but when he opened his mouth no sound escaped just a tiny squeak.
“Ah yes, one of your many injuries. Your voice may never be the same once it heals but it is not as if you are Lindir. A few more days and you should be able to speak. That tree really had it’s way with you,” Elrond said with a chuckle at his own joke.
Erestor shut his eyes, ignoring Elrond as he spoke to another Elf. “There you are. I suppose it is about time he ate something.” Erestor turned expecting to see Tella but instead saw the back of what was clearly a male Elf. Deciding he didn’t care to know more he shut his eyes again.
“Now now Erestor is that any way to treat you long lost lover!” Elrond said with a smirk and Erestor’s eyes were so wide they looked ready to fall out of his head. “He just couldn’t live with the guilt anymore.”
Erestor tried frantically to say something anything as the Elf approached him with the bowl of broth. “Well I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted,” Elrond said and left the room as his mind thought back to Belgor’s appearance. The Elf had nervously walked into the healing house and asked to see his child and had nearly been skewered by Glorfindel in the process. In a great mood, since he knew he had been right all along, he went on his way to his office, only to find Celeborn ordering around Figwit and company.
“I will not tell you insufferable harpies again! This is a place to conduct work not your frivolously wishes and desires. If you can not work get out of my sight and find me someone who can!”
Elrond grinned as he watched this, it wasn’t everyday that Celeborn lost his temper. But if there was an Elf who could do it, it would be Figwit. Figwit, what sort of a name for an Elf was that anyway?
Again Elrond wondered where the Lady of Light had gotten her self off to. Galadriel never seemed to be where you would expect her. At times it was quite unnerving to have her pop out of the shadows.
“She is having lunch with our Grandsons and Legolas,” Celeborn said with a smirk and Elrond wondered again why no one ever called Celeborn a witch.
“I am usually more discreet than she,” he said leading the way into Elrond’s office as the half-Elf remained in awe of the silence in the other room. Looking back he saw that Figwit was actually working without chatting. A miracle in itself.
Erestor stared at the other Elf, speechless, as he helped him to sit up and started to feed him the broth. Erestor tried to take the bowl himself but the shackle hindered his movements and instead knocked the bowl into his lap. The broth was only warm so it was only a wetness on the leggings someone had placed on him.
Belgor quickly grabbed some nearby cloth and started to pat Erestor dry, ignoring him when he tried to push his hands away.
Shutting his eyes in defeat, he almost missed the others words. “Maybe you should take those off.” Glaring at Belgor, Erestor pulled away from the other Elf. When he tried to reach for Erestor’s leggings he lashed out with a foot.
Growling he pounced on Erestor shoving the injured Elf against the wall. “You will not mess this up for me! Understand?” Erestor’s mouth opened in a silent ‘O’ of agony and Belgor simply growled and shoved into the injured ribs.
Tears formed in Erestor’s eyes and Belgor smiled. “As long as we understand each other. Lover,” he said with a smile and a pat on the cheek before leaving the room. Erestor pulled on his shackle a few times but stopped as his pain intensified.
Laying back down, he wished he had never left that note and Glorfindel had never found him. For he was sure that was what had happened. Who else would have even bothered to look or bring him back from the brink of death.
But this time, no one cared. There was not a single Elf who gave a damn if he lived or died. But what reason did any have to care about him. So far fallen from who he was. Erestor gasped in pain as what felt like a fist closed around his heart and he almost smiled. Shackle or no he would be dead soon.
And Glorfindel told him Mando’s halls was a cold, lonely place and to Erestor that sounded like paradise. There would be no one at all and maybe then he could have some peace.