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.
“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.
“Clearly you can’t be trusted to lead this meeting. Have you forgotten the meaning of impartial?”
“You…you slapped me?” Elrond asked in shock as Glorfindel sniggered.
“I did. And if you speak again you will most likely cause me to strike you again,” Galadriel warned. Elrond opened his mouth to respond but decided against it. “Good.”
“Now Erestor, I need you to simply state what happened. No one will judge you…” Erestor cast a sharp look at Elrond. “I will deal with him, just speak freely.”
Erestor stared at his hands for a moment, not sure where to begin. He glanced up and looked at Elladan who was paying total attention to him. Glorfindel’s hand slipped under the table and took his own.
“I didn’t even want to go to the celebration…in that ugly blue monstrosity none the less…I still don’t know why Elrond ordered me to.”
“Because you needed a life! You don’t do anything! But if I had known the level in which you would have…”
“Elrond, you were warned,” Galadriel hissed and Elrond fell silent. “Erestor, please continue.”
“I was just looking around the celebration when Elrond approached me…”
“Get to the point,” Elrond snapped.
“He asked me if I saw something I liked, then said I should go talk to Thranduil.”
“What?!” Viiresse yelled. “And what were you trying to do Elrond? See if there was a chance for a tryst between you two? Relive old times? To afraid to approach him yourself, oh great and mighty Elf-lord?” Elrond looked distinctly uncomfortable but made no comment. “You started this! For what gain? MY Husband?”
“Viiresse please, Erestor did not approach me,” Thranduil said, attempting to calm his wife. “I approached him. I told him I had forgotten to sign a document then got him into his room and out of his robes by ‘accidentally’ pouring wine down the front…”
“Thranduil stop,” Viiresse said with a shake of her head.
“When he went into his room I saw my chance and took it…” Thranduil mumbled.
“Ada!” Legolas exclaimed.
Glorfindel moved so quickly there was no chance that anyone could stop him. One moment he was sitting at Erestor’s side, the next he was on top of Thranduil beating the King bloody. Celeborn was the first to reach him, yanking the Elf off Thranduil who did nothing to defend himself as the Twins and Legolas watched in frozen horror.
“Let go of me!” Glorfindel raged, but despite Celeborn’s calm docile visage he could not break the hold.
“I want you to look at Erestor,” Celeborn hissed as Legolas moved to aid his Father who was being pulled off the floor by his Mother.
Glorfindel, confused, did as Celeborn asked and saw that Erestor was shaking in the chair. His eyes had a far-off, glazed look as his hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles were stark white and he was barely breathing.
Galadriel rushed to Erestor’s side as Glorfindel struggled against Celeborn so he could do the same. Celeborn released him then and he went back to Erestor’s side but all the Elf saw was blond hair and started screaming.
“Glorfindel please move out of Erestor’s line of sight. Elrond come here. You are a healer, now help me!” Galadriel yelled.
“What in all of Arda is he doing?” Elrond asked, his hands over his ears.
“You of all people should know that he has never dealt with it. This must be the first time he has even thought about it. He is being dragged back into that night. Alone I do not have the power to pull him back. “
Elrond put his hands on either side of Erestor’s head and was instantly plunged into his mind. For a moment he just tried to get his bearings. He was standing behind Erestor who was at his closet removing the robe.
A sound and they both turned to the door. “Oh sorry…was it a right or a left back to the celebration?”
“Left,” Erestor said, looking anywhere but at the door.
“Thank you,” Elrond watched as Thranduil had no more vanished from the door when a dark shadow with blond hair dealt Erestor a sharp blow to the back of the head. The entire scene changed then. He was still in the room but now Erestor was pressed face down on the bed and a blond Elf grunted on top of the Elf who was slowly regaining consciousness.
Elrond felt the bile rise up in him as he watched the horrific scene. He walked over to the side of the bed and wished he had never done so. Erestor’s face was twisted in agony as tears rolled down his face.
His attacker shifted slightly, his hair dropping into Erestor’s line of vision. What caught Elrond’s attention was the hand that pushed it away. On it was a ring with the Mirkwood Royal seal. Elrond groaned and tried to grab at the memory but nothing happened.
He just continued his abuse of Erestor as Elrond whirled around, but all about him he simply saw the attack. Everywhere he turned he simply faced the bed. Resigning himself to the fact that he would get nowhere until this memory completed. Elrond was sure if he was a physical form he would be ill. But for now it was a feeling with no end. Finally Elrond nearly breathed a sigh of relief as the Elf grunted and came.
The other Elf pulled out of Erestor and the healer in Elrond cringed at the amount of blood he could already see. Moving towards Erestor he reached out for the Elf again and still could not reach the Elf that was tormenting himself by reliving this.
Moments or hours later Erestor slowly staggered to his feet. He swayed and fell to his knees in pain. Elrond watched as his advisor crawled into his bath. though the memory did not bring him in.
Elrond then watched as a small child came in and stripped the bed. “What in all…” The child started stuffing the sheets under the bed. He walked over to Elrond and tugged on his robes.
“We have to pretend. No bad things…no bad things…we can make it go away…no one will know…”
“Erestor?” Elrond questioned and the child nodded before he resumed shoving the sheets under the bed. “Bad…bad…bad things…”
“Erestor,” Elrond tried again and the child ignored him, mumbling to himself as he tried to stuff the torn leggings under the bed as well.
“I was bad…bad…bad…punished…”
“Erestor no! Listen to me this was not your fault…you must stop torturing yourself…”
“Bad…bad…dirty….so dirty…” Elrond looked up and saw he had been taken into the bathroom. Erestor was scrubbing at his limbs as if he wanted to remove the skin. The child appeared again and started to clean the bath, again destroying all evidence of what had occurred.
Elrond took a deep breath, grabbed both the adult and child Erestor and used the power of his ring to draw them together into one. The sheer force of it knocked him back into his own mind. Looking around he shook his head. Despite all the time that seemed to have passed, everything was as he had left it.
“Why couldn’t it just go away?” Erestor asked as tears filled his eyes.
“Why didn’t you just tell the truth?” Elrond asked. “Why did you try to protect him? Or did you honestly think…”
“What are you saying?” Galadriel asked.
“Erestor lied. Intentional or not he did, Thranduil never touched him. But I can see how he made the mistake. Erestor did you ever see their face?”
“All you saw was a flash of blond hair…”
“There was something else was there not?”
Erestor shivered as he tried to recall. “I…”
“Something that showed you it could not be any blond Elf. Why it could not be any of Thranduil’s escorts…” Erestor’s head spun as he tried to understand what Elrond was saying. “The signet ring…mark of Mirkwood royalty, a personal seal.”
“Y…yes,” Erestor said the image suddenly clear as day.
“But you see Erestor that is where your error was. That was not the mark of a King but the mark of a Prince.”
This time it was not Glorfindel who had to be restrained but Elladan. He shoved Legolas out to the balcony and broke his nose and a rib with two punches before Elrohir restrained his brother.
“Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? He wanted you!” Elladan yelled as Elrohir tried to pull him back into the room.
“I don’t…I don’t understand…”
“Erestor, it was Legolas who raped you. Not Thranduil.”
“You think I wanted you?” Legolas snapped as he entered the room. “I wanted them…either one both I didn’t care.”
“Legolas,” Thranduil started.
“No Ada, you have lied enough. When did you know?”
“There were things, no one could have feigned such terror. He has my eyes. I did not give them,” Thranduil whispered. “But why, my son?”
“Because I was too drunk to care any more. Any warm body would do, he was already ready. And it was easy to pretend. Though the Twins are not nearly half as starved.”
“You disgusting…” Glorfindel roared lunging at Legolas and just barely missing his throat as Celeborn caught him.
“If anyone is to blame it’s them. They spent half the night teasing me, only to leave me wanting. I wanted to find them…when I found his room I thought I did…afterwards what did it matter? He had what I needed: a warm, willing body.”
“Willing?!” Erestor squeaked. “I never…”
“Oh please, you know you enjoyed it. I am Prince of Mirkwood after all.”
“Look out below,” Elladan called as Elrohir threw up over the side of the balcony. “Oh sorry Figgy.”
“Elrohir? What’s wrong?” Legolas said moving towards the Twins, but a steely glare from Elladan froze him.
“What’s wrong?! You just admitted to not only raping Erestor but wanting to do the same to us and you have the nerve…get away from us…” Elladan hissed.
“Give me your ring,” Legolas plucked it off his finger and dropped it in his Father’s hand, never looking away from the twins.
“No…just…no…” Elrohir whispered.
Elrond finally stood, leaving his position kneeling at Erestor’s side. “There must be a punishment decided…”
“Erestor?” Galadriel asked and the Elf looked up, confused. “Do you have any…”
“Gone…I want him gone…and away from my son.”
“Like I want some snivelling scribe’s child.”
“Legolas!” Thranduil exclaimed.
“What? If I wanted children I would lay with females.”
Thranduil shook his head sadly. “The fact that you could be so…Legolas I fear for you…I hereby strip you of the title of Prince of Mirkwood.”
“You can’t do that, you have no heir. I am your only son.”
“Seems you have given me a solution to that as well…Erestor’s son is the Crown Prince of Mirkwood now.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I can and I did.”
“And I add banishment from all of Imladris and any lands under our protection. And you will have no claim to Erestor’s son. Finally it would be wise to steer clear of my own children should you cross their path again.”