Mani Marte pt28

Title: Mani Marte? 28/?
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.

Glorfindel watched as Erestor slept, loath to wake him but they had an hour until the meeting or trial or whatever it was. Walking over to the bed he lightly touched Erestor’s shoulder.

“Erestor, you have to get up.”

“No,” the Elf mumbled and pulled the sheet over his head.

“Erestor, you must. You have to get ready.”

A Dwarvish curse and the sheet was pulled back as Erestor rubbed his eyes and looked up at Glorfindel.

“See?” he asked with a grin. “Was that so hard?”

“No but sitting up will be. Help me you oaf.”

“Oh, how I missed your lovely voice,” Glorfindel said and moved to help Erestor out of bed. “Hungry?”

“Yes,” Erestor said and walked into the bathroom.

“Need help?”

“No!” Erestor replied before shutting the door.

Glorfindel whistled as he went to the kitchen to gather a lunch for Erestor, looking around for Tella. Seeing her peeling potatoes he walked over not sure if the rumour mill that was Figwit had gotten the news out.


“Glorfindel! Is that for Erestor? You don’t know how happy I am that you finally told him. Didn’t I tell you it was just what he needed?”

“Sadly another Elf captured his heart. He had Erestor laughing and joking when the best I can pull from him are insults and sarcasm.”

“What?!” Tella exclaimed in shock. “I don’t believe it. Who is it?”

“His son,” Glorfindel said with a grin and Tella whacked him on the arm. “Ow!”

“You…you…males! Here I am thinking something horrible has happened and you have the nerve to make such a joke!”

“I’m sorry,” Glorfindel said rubbing his arm. “But what I wanted to tell you is that there is a…hmm, meeting I suppose. Hopefully Thranduil will confess and save us a lot of time.”

“No more doubts?”

“His wife hired a liar to pose as Erestor’s lover. Why else if not to protect her dear husband?”


Elladan walked into his room from the bath with a towel slung low about his waist and shook his head. He knew he should have sent Legolas or Elrohir before him. The pair still did not consider themselves lovers, but Elladan had few ‘friends’ that would devour his morning erection like Legolas was doing to Elrohir.

Opening his closet he wondered if he should wear formal robes. This was a serious matter and he supposed Ada would want them looking like the Lords of Imladris. Hopefully he could find his circlet, he thought ignoring the increased volume of his brother’s moans as he pulled on dark blue leggings.

Pulling a lighter blue shirt on followed by his royal blue robes, or were they Elrohir’s? He turned to his brother and was sure he couldn’t answer. One hand tangled in Legolas’ blond locks and his eyes shut tight, as he bucked off the bed screaming.

Elladan walked over to their dressing table, pulled out a brush and knotted his hair in a fashion quite similar to his father’s. He grinned when he found the circlet beside the brush, along with Elrohir’s. He buffed it with his sleeve, glad it was Mithril and could survive the damage he caused it and placed it on his head.

He stood at the head of the bed and watched as Legolas came with a shudder from a hand job. “Well now that you two are done, don’t you think its about time you got ready?” Legolas looked at him through half shut eyes and jumped back.

Elrohir looked up and laughed. “Leggy open your eyes.” Legolas did as he was told and breathed a sigh of relief. “You thought he was Ada.”

“Yes,” Legolas said sheepishly.

Elladan arched an eyebrow. “Go bathe.” Legolas looked at Elrohir who looked as if he was ready to become one with the bed. Sighing he went off to the bathroom leaving the brothers to themselves.

Elladan sat at the head of the bed and looked down at his debauched brother. “And why aren’t you lovers?”

“The same reason you aren’t: I do not love him. I greatly enjoy his company and I have to admit I haven’t woken up in such interesting ways until I met him. But there is no love. I am happy to spend time with him but I don’t long to be with him.”

“Have you told Legolas that?”

“I tried. He doesn’t seem to care or he does not hear me. Why are you wearing my robes?”

“Oh, well, I wanted to ask if they were yours but you were otherwise engaged.”

“The real reason is all your robes have tears, holes or ink stains. Please do not damage those, they are my favorite,” Elrohir said with a sigh.

“Yes Father,” Elladan said as Legolas returned, stark naked. Elladan gave a wolf whistle and Legolas did a sensual turn and Elladan had to admit he enjoyed the show.

“Get dressed or I may break the rules.”

“Rules?” Legolas asked as Elrohir slapped his brother’s leg.

“You are dirty,” Elrohir said annoyed.

“I am not the one who reeks of sex,” Elladan retorted wrinkling his nose and Elrohir went into the bathroom.

“What is the rule?” Legolas asked.

“Hands off what is clearly not mine to touch.” Elladan said changing it slightly so he didn’t say lover.

“Oh,” Legolas looked over at the clothes he brought and Elladan. With a shake of his head he pulled on some leggings and a light white shirt. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Legolas walked down the hall barefoot and knocked on his parents room door.

“Ada? Nana?”

“Come in Leoglas,” Thranduil said, smiling at his son.

“Ada can I borrow some robes? I have seen what Elladan and Elrohir will be wearing. They look like Elrond.”

“And you feel too plain?”

“Yes,” Legolas said with a shrug.

“Take your pick. As you can see, I am already dressed,” Thranduil said indicating his emerald green robes.

Legolas opened his father’s closet and picked out lighter green robes. They were a bit too long on him but otherwise fit fine. He turned to face his father who smiled, then walked over and hugged his son.

“I love you Legolas.”

“I love you too Ada,” Legolas said surprised by the sudden display of affection.

“You grew up so fast. I feel I wasn’t there for you half as much as I should have been.”

“You had to be a good King. You were there often enough. Remember the time I decided to draw you a picture?”

“Right on the plans that my poor advisor had spent the better part of a week getting done?”

“And you scolded him for yelling at me?” Legolas said with a grin.

“You were no more then 5, how could you understand? He should have been ashamed of himself.”

“That was the day I decided I was going to be just as great as you,” Legolas said and smiled, though the effect was lost when his stomach growled.

“It seems you will be a great King. But first lunch!” Thranduil said with a grin. “Your Mother and I have already eaten.”

“Alright,” Legolas said leaving the room, never noticing how his father’s face fell the moment he turned his back.


Glorfindel pulled the brush through Erestor’s hair as the Elf lifted the grey shirt he was wearing and prodded at his stomach, which was still slightly rounded. Sighing he pulled the shirt down and walked over to his closet.

“Erestor,” Glorfindel said with a sigh. “I can not brush your hair if you insist on moving about.”

“Oh yes, sorry,” Erestor said pulling on a black robe. “I forgot, do you think we have time to go into the nursery?”

“Of course.”

“Why green jewel?”

“Have you seen his eyes? They look like emeralds!” Glorfindel exclaimed.

“Yes they are green,” Erestor said simply as Glorfindel resumed brushing his hair. “My hair is quite fine, stop brushing it.”

“Want me to braid it?”

“No this is fine,” Erestor said pushing his hair back behind his ears. “Let us get this meeting over with.”

Glorfindel opened the door for Erestor and the pair walked hand in hand to the meeting room usually used for getting treaties signed. Elrond was already there, seated at the center of the table with Celeborn and Galadriel on either side of him. Glorfindel sat down across from Celeborn with Erestor to his left.

The Twins and Legolas entered next and Elladan sat beside Celeborn, Legolas beside him and, lastly, Elrohir. They sat in silence for a few minutes and were joined by Thranduil and Viiresse who took seats beside Elrohir, leaving Glorfindel and Erestor the only ones on one side of the table.

“Well now that we are all here we can get started,” Elrond began. “Now Erestor, tell everyone you lied and where this lover of yours is really hiding so we can all go about our lives.”

The slap Galadriel landed on Elrond shocked them all.

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