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 Silpions light. Thanks to Az and her mad Elladan for the inspiration. Thanks to Milly for helping all this make sense.
“Are you sure you don’t want to do anything to him?” Elrond asked as he moved his pawn.
“Elrond, if you haven’t noticed I haven’t been deeply worried about this,” Thranduil said capturing the pawn. “It’s a nice vacation if nothing else. Besides I hear you have punished him quite thoroughly.”
“Just as well. He seems to be ‘fading’, putting on a good show of it for Celeborn,” Elrond, studying the board, didn’t notice the look Thranduil gave him. “So how is Mirkwood? I should pay you a return visit soon, but…”
“I would not leave a pet in the hands of those fools, let alone a whole realm. Mirkwood is as it always is: a shell of its former self.”
“Are things getting worse in Mirkwood?” Elrond asked as he moved a warrior, not caring to get into a discussion about Erestor.
“They have been getting steadily worse for years. We will deal with them like we always do,” Thranduil said moving a scribe.
“You know if you ever need help…”
“It has not become that bad yet, I hope it never will,” Thranduil said with a smile as he moved a pawn in what seemed a pointless sacrifice. Elrond easily captured the piece and notice only then that he had left himself open for attack. “Checkmate my friend,” Thranduil said with a grin and Elrond sighed.
“I have no qualms defeating you again,” Thranduil said with a grin.
“How confident you seem.”
“Seem? Elrond it is simply that I have defeated you twice already and that is just today. I do not think you want me to start a tally.”
“How dare you!” Viiresse hissed, slapping the hand away.
“I always found the fairer Elves more appealing,” he said with a leer.
“Do not touch me again.”
“Why of course my Queen,” he said with an exaggerated bow. “My payment?”
“Here,” she said handing him an emerald ring she had never particularly liked. “Just continue your work Melcer.”
“It is a pleasure doing business with you,” he said before walking off.
Viiresse shivered slightly, glad she would only have to deal with the Elf for only a few days more and then never lay her eyes on him again. She wished she could have brought Legolas with her but then she would have had to explain and the less that knew the better.
She turned, heading towards the path Legolas had shown her to the healing wing when a melodic voice called from behind her.
“Lady Viiresse, why are you in roaming about in these darkened corridors. Arien’s rays warm Arda, why not walk with me?”
“Lady Galadriel, I…” Viiresse paused, she could give no reason not to join the Lady. Thranduil was playing chess with Elrond and Legolas was Valar knows where with those wild Twins. “I would love to,” she finished following Galadriel out. Searching her mind for something to discuss she decided on the most trivial thing that crossed her mind.
“So who watches the woods of Lothlorien when its Lord and Lady are away?”
“Our Granddaughter, Arwen, happily took on the role for the time being,” /and much more/ Galadriel thought, rubbing her now empty ring finger. Without it, it was slightly more difficult to see to the truth. Had she known how trying this would have been she may have taken the ring and hoped Lorien could survive the loss for some months.
“Ah yes, we have heard rumour of her beauty. It’s a pity she and Legolas have yet to meet.”
“I believe they did once. She threw mud on him, but they were both 14 I believe.”
“Oh yes, his first trip to Imladris. But I would hope they would have a different reaction to each other today. To think this is only his third trip here.”
“But he seems to have taken a liking to Elrohir,” Galadriel said with a smile.
“Yes, but one can’t help to wish for grandchildren.”
“It does run in the Twin’s bloodline. There is a chance you will still be called…”
Both Ladies turned as the objects of their discussion came running to a halt before them. Both bowing out of respect to the other’s family and with both women dismissing the gesture, smiling indulgently at the unruly looking boys.
“You wouldn’t be running from Elladan now would you?” Galadriel asked knowing the Twin’s tendency to pull pranks on the other when they made new friend. The terror they had wracked through ‘Lorien with Rumil and Orophin bringing a smile to her face.
“Not this time,” Elrohir said with a smile. “We were just on our way to take a swim. Elladan, as usual, is with Glorfindel. You would think the two of them fathered that child. The nursemaid has to pry them away from him.”
“He’s still not named?” Viiresse asked.
“His other father doesn’t seem to want to choose one,” Elrohir said with a shrug.
“Well off with you, have fun with your swim!” Galadriel said.
Glorfindel smiled as Elladan changed the baby’s diaper cloth. With the utmost care he wrapped the babe up and pulled on his little blue outfit.
“You will make a good father one day.”
“You forget I had a lot of practice with Arwen. So did you,” Elladan said and suddenly beamed. “He smiled at me.”
“I also had practice with you,” Glorfindel said as Elladan blushed. “He likes you, me he loves for the blond hair,” Glorfindel said with a smirk as Elladan held out the child to him and the tiny hands started grasping for his hair.
“Do you think he will come today?” Elladan whispered and Glorfindel frowned.
“It has been nearly a week. Three if you count since the day it was born, and I for one am tired of calling this wonderful child ‘it‘.”
“Glorfindel where are you going?” Elladan said following, sure he knew the answer. Neither Elf was prepared for what they saw.
“Please Erestor, you must eat,” Celeborn pleaded and Erestor, who was wrapped up in a mound of blankets, slowly took a slice of fruit. He returned the half eaten apple slice to the tray and Celeborn shook his head. “I will get the key from Elrond, this madness will not continue.
Celeborn stood and when he saw Glorfindel and Elladan he turned to Elladan. “Why don’t you come with me?”
“Why?” Elladan asked confused.
“Humour an old Elf?” Elladan smiled.
“You are so strange at times,” Elladan replied and followed Glorfindel into the room. Celeborn watched, worried, as they approached. Glorfindel took Celeborn’s recently vacated seat and had to address Erestor three times before he looked up.
Glorfindel was actually taken aback at how much Erestor had deteriorated in a few days. He looked so broken. But he forced the emotion down. “Erestor I want you to hold your child. I want you tell me you blame this innocent life for what you did.” Glorfindel held out the child and after a few agonizing moments Erestor held out an arm.
“You need both hands, have you never held a child?” Erestor shook his head slowly. When the Twins and Arwen had been born Elrond had basically dropped everything to be with his children in their first few months, leaving everything in Erestor’s hands. By the time he saw the children more often they were already attempting to walk. And even then it always was from a distance.
“What about me and Elrohir?” Elladan asked. remembering how Erestor took on every duty left to his parents when Arwen was born. He had either been in his bed or working, Elrohir hovering making sure he ate.
“Erestor cooperate, why aren’t you moving that arm?” Glorfindel said quickly pulling aside the blankets. Seeing the shackle stunned him. “Oh…little one look, it’s your father.” Glorfindel said holding the child towards Erestor. “Ada…can you say Ada?”
The baby burped instead, some spittle dribbling on his chin. Erestor reached his free hand to touch the child and the moment he did the child started screaming. He drew away quickly into the nest of his blankets, taking the icy limb with him.
“Shh,” Glorfindel soothed rocking the child, standing when the child didn’t seem to be calming. He looked over at Elladan who had a distant distressed expression on his face, his arms wrapped about himself.
Legolas watched as Elrohir sat at the edge of the water, squeezing some excess water out of the long raven hair. Without a second thought he pounced, tackling the other Elf. Elrohir laughed and Legolas grinned moving until their faces were only inches apart.
“What would you do, my dear Elrohir, if I were to take you right here?”
“Well,” Elrohir said reversing their positions. “You would have to catch me first, Legolas love,” Elrohir said and disappeared into the trees. Grinning Legolas took off like the Wood Elf he was. Elrohir may know the woods well but he’d been raised in trees.
Climbing into one he dashed swiftly from tree to tree trailing Elrohir who glanced behind him every few moments. Timing it perfectly he jumped out of the tree and onto Elrohir who had the wind knocked out of him as he landed on his left arm.
“Gotcha,” Legolas said, glad that they were naked already. He ran his hands along Elrohir’s naked back and the Elf moaned.
“Legolas,” Elrohir gasped.
“Will you scream that for me? You scream so nicely in passion.”
“Legolas no, wait….”
“Why? I caught you I want to take my prize now.”
“No, how much teasing do you think I can take?”
“Legolas please,” Elrohir moaned, “just stop.”
“No. You said if I caught you we would stop dancing around this. I caught you. Do not play with me. I have had enough of your games.”
Shutting his eyes realizing there was no reasoning with Legolas he called out to Elladan then flipped them over and ran again. This time when Legolas tackled him, he screamed.
Elladan froze as a pain shot through his arm then vanished. Then cam a pain filled, terrified plea. Dropping what he was doing, which happened to be pouring tea for his father, he ran a single word dropping from his lips.
Glad that his thick robes had absorbed most of the hot liquid Elrond followed after Elladan. Fearing for his youngest son, he never noticed as Thranduil followed as well. Elladan ran like an Elf possessed and didn’t stop no matter who or what was in his way. He and Thranduil did not have the same luxury and started to fall behind.
Elladan burst in on Legolas and Elrohir. Elrohir on the ground trying to back away from the prince. “Elrohir!”
Legolas turned just in time to be shoved aside by Elladan as he crouched beside his brother who seem to relax instantly.
“Did you have to push me?” Legolas asked brushing leaves from his bare bottom. Elladan stood and rammed him into a tree.
“What did you do?” Elladan snarled, ready to snap Legolas in two.
“Elladan!” Elrond and Elrohir yelled.
“He didn’t know, I tried to…but he thought I was joking.”
“He didn’t know he broke your arm?!” Elladan exclaimed as Thranduil entered the clearing.
“Elladan please I’m fine.”
Elladan sighed, releasing Legolas and went back to his brother’s side as Elrond shed his outer robe and gave it to his son. Glancing at Legolas he handed him the thinner robes he wore beneath that, leaving him clad in only leggings
“Your arm is broken! That is not fine! Can’t you for once think with your head,” Elladan snapped glaring at Legolas. “Stay away from my brother.”
Elrohir suddenly pushed out of the hold Elladan had on him with a glare and hobbled over to Legolas. He slipped his arm around the nervous blond. “I think you may have sprained my ankle.”
“What?!” Elladan snarled.
“Elladan I’m quite capable of choosing my own friends. Now Legolas help me to the healing wing.” Legolas smiled and hoisted Elrohir into his arms.
“Elrohir, it would be my pleasure.”
“Thank you my fair, valiant Prince,” Elrohir said and Elrond rolled his eyes following after the two Elves. Thranduil was about to do the same when he noticed Elladan staring at the ground.
“Elladan?” Thranduil questioned and the Elf’s head snapped up.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to attack Legolas. Its just…” Elladan sighed and walked towards the water, sure he knew where their clothes would be. Thranduil followed but gave the Elf some distance, smiling as Elladan gathered the two piles of clothes.
Following him to the healing wing he approached Legolas first. Handing Legolas his clothes he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Legolas shrugged and Elladan turned to Elrohir. “I…”
“I can’t stay mad at you very long besides who would help me dress?”
“I could always be of assistance Elrohir,” Legolas said.
“Some how I do not believe you want to help me keep my clothes on,” Elrohir said with a laugh that spread to all but two of the elves in the room. Erestor’s eyes were panicked as he was stared down by Thranduil. He shivered finally breaking the eye contact as Thranduil continued to glare.