Mani Marte pt26

Title: Mani Marte? 26/?
Author: Blue Gold
Beta: Beckyboo
Pairings: Erestor/?, Elrond/Thranduil (implied), Erestor/Glorfindel, Thranduil/ Viiresse (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
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.

Erestor gripped his chest in agony, feeling as though someone was cleaving his heart in two. He would have made a noise if he could and he was glad he was alone. Glorfindel still had not returned from whatever he went off to do. He sat up slowly as the feeling passed. It made his injured ribs child’s play.

Suddenly the door opened but instead of blond he saw silver hair. Celeborn walked in looking grim. Erestor pulled the sheets closer to him, afraid of what the other Elf would say and do. He could never be sure. Even Glorfindel… Erestor’s thoughts wandered to the anger he had seen on Glorfindel’s face and a vice gripped his heart yet again.

Celeborn rushed to his side and helped to support the Elf. “Just breathe through it, that’s it, like that.” Once the pain subsided Celeborn pulled out a small vial similar to the one Belgor had been forcing on him.

“Here, this will help to restore your voice,” Celeborn said, glad when Erestor did not struggle more and simply drank down the vial. Celeborn watched as Erestor attempted to say something. “Not that quickly, a few hours or so and you will be able to whisper. By tomorrow you should have full use of your voice. Just do not over use it.”

Erestor shook his head. As if he would have much to say. Celeborn was about to respond when Glorfindel strolled into his room, a large tray of food in hand. Both Celeborn and Erestor watched him curiously.

Glorfindel grinned. “How does one say no to Tella? Besides you need to eat,” he said glancing at Erestor who turned away, tugging the blankets with him. “Oh no you don’t. Erestor, you need to eat. Look at the way that robe hangs off you,” Glorfindel said with a grin. Erestor turned to glare at the blond who waved a jam covered slice of bread.

“What did Elrond say?” Celeborn asked once Erestor started to eat.

“He wants to hold council in three days.”

“Why three?”

“He wants time to interrogate Belgor, if that is even his true name, and time to prepare. Valar knows what he means by that,” knowing Elrond it would be bad news for Erestor. “So in three days time we will all gather to have this out one way or another.”

‘Three days,’ Erestor thought, not even believing that there was a chance for him. In three days everything would truly be over. He would have no home and nowhere to go. He would be no one and nothing.

The pain gripped his heart again and he clutched his chest in silent agony. Glorfindel was at his side in an instant. Stroking his hair as concern colored his features. Erestor shut his eyes and didn’t notice the determined expression on Glorfindel’s face.

“No matter what happens, I will be with you and your son every step of the way.”

Erestor’s head snapped to attention at the mention of his son, though his features quickly darkened. Even a baby did not want him near, his own abnormal flesh and blood.

“Would you like to see him?” Glorfindel asked hopefully and Erestor shook his head, causing the blond to sigh. “Do you still blame your child?” Erestor shook his head. How could he explain it? He looked around and Glorfindel handed him the parchment and charcoal.

I will not lie and say I wanted to have this child. But I do not begrudge them, things would have been better if I wasn’t this abnormality but he had no control over that. I waited until the child was born. What more do you want from me?

Glorfindel stared at the parchment in shock, hearing the voice of the cold counsellor who he had thought vanished. “I want you to be a father to your son, to love him, to NAME HIM!”

Erestor flinched at the last words then responded. You want what I can not give, and should not. If you want the child to have a name feel free to give him one.

“Fine, I will!” Glorfindel exclaimed leaving the room. Erestor shook his head and put the parchment down. He understood what Glorfindel wanted from him but he could not give it. He would be a terrible father. Even the child knew it.

Glorfindel could be a wonderful father if he chose it. Even Elrond was a good father. He was sure Celeborn was an excellent parent as well. He would be dead before the child reached his first year. What did the child need him for?

Celeborn shook his head unsure of what to say to get Erestor to understand. So instead he started to eat and held out food to Erestor, who still ate very little.


“Thranduil you can’t do this!”

“I must.”

“You do not! You do not have to say anything at all.”

“Are you really willing to deal with the alternative?” Thranduil whispered softly.


“I’m sorry, I will speak to Elrond in the morning.”

“This is wrong,” Viiresse whispered.

“I have accepted it. You should do so as well.”

“But what will happen now?”

“We will simply have to wait and see,” Thranduil said quietly.


Night had fallen and still Glorfindel had not returned to his room. Not sure what possessed him, he decided to go in search of the blond. He did not like having Glorfindel angry at him. He was halfway down the darkened corridor when he stopped. Glorfindel was most likely in the nursery and he had no idea where it was.

He was about to go to his room when a door opened further down the hall. He flattened himself behind a pillar as Elladan came out, yawning sleepily.

“Calanmir, I think its cute,” Elladan said as Glorfindel followed him out.

“I suppose, I just can’t believe Erestor could be that…”

“Erestor-like?” Elladan said simply. “After what he did to Elrohir I would consider that kindly.”

“Elrohir?” Glorfindel asked as Erestor mouthed it, equally perplexed.

“Um, well Elrohir told Erestor he was in love with him.”

“What? When?” Glorfindel asked shocked as Erestor shook his head in denial.

“When you were on border patrol, the first time.”

“What did Erestor say?”

“That’s the thing, he fell asleep.”

“Fell asleep or already was?” Glorfindel said with a knowing grin. “I have made that mistake with Erestor myself. It seems as he is focusing his whole attention on you. I think he could sleep through council meetings. And he talks in his sleep.”

“I don’t know, I suppose anything is possible. It does not seem to matter anyway as Elrohir seems to have taken a liking to Legolas.”

“You don’t sound too pleased about that.”

“Its hard to explain…I just…and when…never mind,” Elladan murmured, usually he would discuss this with Elrohir, but he was too wrapped up in being pampered to even notice him. “Goodnight Glorfindel.” Elladan said starting to move swiftly down the hall but Glorfindel easily caught him.

“Come, let’s talk about what’s been bothering you. I think you are quite old enough to share a glass of wine with an ancient Elf like me,” Glorfindel said with a smile and Elladan chuckled.

Erestor waited until they were further down the corridor and wondered if he was blind. How was it that two Elves were in love with him and he hadn’t noticed? How was he was in love with the one Elf who couldn’t be bothered enough to know if he lived or died.

“Because I am a simple fool,” Erestor whispered aloud and he gasped. Whatever Celeborn had given him had finally started to work.

Quietly slipping into the nursery he walked over to the crib. He got his first good look at his son since the birth and stared in awe at the tiny form. How could he have been able to create anything like that?

Pulling his hands out from the shelter of the maternity robes he was still wearing, he moved to touch the baby’s face and push the unruly black hair out of the sleeping face when his face scrunched up and then relaxed into a smile as the child tilted his head towards Erestor’s hand.

Blinking, he looked up at Erestor and reached out his tubby arms, already quite spoilt in being carried, and Erestor obliged remembering what Glorfindel had shown him before. He carefully held the child who grabbed at the unruly black hair that was in his reach and started to nibble on the end. Erestor pulled it away and the baby started to scrunch up his face preparing to wail and Erestor quickly returned the hair and the baby cooed happily.

Erestor sat down on the chair in the room and just sat with his baby, ignoring the passage of time. His heart felt lighter than it had in months and he just didn’t want to part with the tiny babe. He stood and made his way back to Glorfindel’s rooms.

Creating a nest in the middle of the bed he placed his son down but he instantly wanted to be lifted up again. Erestor had never felt so wanted since he had lived with his parents and was happy to oblige.

Murmuring softly to the child he smiled indulgently as he seemed more interested in chewing his hair.

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