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Chapter 12
Title: A Planned Event
Author: erviniae
Rating: NC-17 overall
Chapter 12/?
Pairings: Erestor/Gil-Galad, Implied Erestor/Ecthelion, Elrond/Gil-Galad
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I am
Just playing with the pretty.
Beta: All mistakes are gloriously mine
Warnings: angst, mpreg, M/M, AU
Summary: Erestor is alone wandering after the Fall of Gondolin
Author’s Notes: This is for the daily drabble. The word was planned.
It got out of hand and grew due to lots of goading.
A/N: The truth is told.
Chapter 12
Erestor came awake. He immediately tried to get up but was held down by Laegon. Erestor growled and broke the hold with an unexpected soar of strength. Staggering to his feet, he found his clothes neatly folded on the chair in the corner of the healing room. Shamelessly undressing, he wavered, light-headed, as he first pulled his leggings on, then a simple linen shirt. “Take me to my son,” he commanded his friends who found they could not deny him. Walking down along the open corridors, he could sense the chaos about the court. As Laegon, with Meriliel trailing nervously behind, led Erestor into the council room, Nenion as well as a few guards and Gil-Galad looked over at the door.
“Erestor, you should not be here, you need rest,” urged the high king as he tried to take Erestor's hand.
“I've rested enough in my lifetime,” he hissed as he only glanced at the Elf that lay dead on the floor, white foam still oozing from his mouth. Dead eyes, unseeing, looking open and at nothing. Erestor shivered but continued on to where his son sat with guards on either side of him. Gil motioned for the guards to stand down. “Why are you holding my son here like a criminal!” He glared into his former lover's eyes with contempt. Gil sighed heavily, running a hand through thick hair.
“Calm yourself, Erestor,” Gil said holding up a hand.
“Is Glavier the Elf who...who attacked you?” The king whispered almost inaudibly, looking for a hint of truth in Erestor's face. He soon received it for Erestor went pale and while clenching his teeth, his mind recalled the words whispered into his ear. “You think you are too good for me.....”
“Yes, it was he who raped me,” Erestor glared not mincing words, but calling the act for which it was. An act that made most Elves fade from the violation of their spirit.
Molnenion's eyes blazed with ire. “I tell you I am glad that he is dead! He is no Elf, he is but a coward and now a dead one!” Nenion hissed. His face red with emotion and rage.
Erestor took his son's chin in his hand, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Did you kill Glavier?” He quietly asked.
“No father, I came into the room sensing something amiss, and I found him thusly. One of the maids came in, screamed, and the guards came running. She pointed to me and they took me as I am now.” Nenion's gaze was steadfast and unwavering. The look of an innocent Elf. Not the look of a kinslayer.
Elrond, who was shadowed in the corner, intently watching the interactions of all in the room, questioned the maid who was sitting, pale-faced, on a soft, high-backed chair, ringing her hands. Laegon had given her an herbal tea to soothe her nerves. “Tell us again what you saw please.” Elrond asked her with a calm, commanding presence. His face serene and trusting.
“I came into the rooms to dust, my lord, and I saw Captain Molnenion standing over Counselor Glavier, his hand upon the counselor's...throat,” she let out a sob.
Nenion tried to stand, but was “gently” persuaded to sit back down. Huffing, he protested, “I was only checking for a pulse, nothing more,” he emphasized the word nothing.
“Nenion, this does not bode well for you,” Gil sighed sadly, shaking his head as he touched Nenion's knee in support.
“Did you know that Glavier was the one who attacked your father?” Elrond asked quietly.
“Nay, not until my father just proclaimed it.” He sank back in his chair, a look of defeat in his every move. Erestor could not take that look from his son.
“I did it...punish me, let him go,” came the exclamation from Erestor.
“You did no such thing. You were not alone and incapable of going anywhere unnoticed.” Laegon countered.
“You will NOT take my son from me.” Erestor hissed, fists and jaw clenching in defiance to all in the room.
“Peace Erestor, no one is taking Nenion anywhere...yet.” Gil sighed, his heart heavy, desperately trying to see a way out of this.
A sob was heard and all eyes turned to the doorway. Meriliel was near hysteria. Laegon rushed to her side. “Shh love, let me take you from this room.” He urged his wife as he tried to take her hand.
“No, no.....this cannot be....I can't let it happen.....Erestor, my dear friend, please forgive me. It was me. I... I killed Glavier,” She was shivering in fear, anticipating actions from any in the room. Her chin trembling.
Nenion stood and easily broke out of the guards hold on his arms. In three strides he was at Meriliel's side. His mother. She grabbed him to her in a clenching embrace. “Forgive me?”
“Nana?” Molnenion questioned, though in his heart he knew the truth.
“I...I should have known.” She began to talk, wringing her hands as she spoke. Laegon held her shoulders as all looked to her with pleading eyes. Hoping it was not true. I should have known when nigh a week ago, Glavier came into the healing wing acting interested in learning about various herbs. He was strangely drawn to the herb we use to help a maiden through a hard delivery....”
“Dwale,” Elrond nodded in understanding.
“Aye, dwale,” Meriliel agreed. “He was concerned about dosages and what effects it would have on a normal Elf.” Here she shuddered. “Forgive me my friend, but when I found out that dwale was used on you in your attack, I knew I had a hand in it.”
Erestor was immediately at her side, “Oh no, no my dear one, you had nothing to do with it...nothing!” Her tears continued to flow as she looked directly into Erestor's dark gaze..
“You, you did not deserve such a thing, you have had enough strife in your life.” Meriliel reached up and placed her slender hand on Erestor's soft, wet cheek. He leaned into the caress of his friend. The one who helped him raise his son, no, “their” son. “As I was walking towards the kitchens, I heard Glavier snickering, so I popped my head into this room and asked if he needed anything and he asked for tea. I calmly walked to the healing room, where we keep all the herbs, and made him a taste of his own poison.”
“No,” Nenion cried and gathered her into his strong arms. Leaning her head against his broad shoulder, she rocked him gently. “It's all right my son, I am resigned to my fate.”
Laegon felt sick, he began to fall, but not before Elrond caught him. “My wife, what will be done to her, what is her punishment.” He asked his king as his head spun.
With compassionate eyes; eyes filled with deep sorrow, Gil looked deeply at his friend Laegon, his healer since his youth in Beleriand, and shook his head in sympathy. As if in a dream, Cirdan came into the room and saved Gil the trouble of handing out any punishment. “I'll get my mates started on a ship, let her sail. Her crime does not deserve death, there's enough of that, aye? Let her come to terms in Valinor.”
“I shall sail with her.” Laegon spoke quickly. None dared deny his request.
*********
The day was dark and damp, overcast with clouds ready to open and rain down upon the inhabitants on the last dock of the Havens. The last dock before the last stop, the very last trip an Elf took before reaching the Undying Lands.
Five stood on that very dock, saying their final farewells to their friends and their loved ones.
Meriliel put on a brave face. She would be strong for their sake. For her “son”.
Grabbing Molnenion in an extraordinarily strong embrace. Meriliel kissed his fair cheek. “Be at peace my son, look after Erestor, and find love, live your life to the fullest.” Her voice cracking as she stifled a sob deep in the back of her throat. Tears fell unbridled down the strong young warrior's handsome face.
“I will make you proud, Nana, and I will see you upon the White Shores one day.” Nenion promised.
“And I will be waiting for you.” She smiled and moved to stand before Erestor. For a few seconds they just smiled warmly at each other.
Without realizing it, they were holding hands. “We have had a quiet friendship.” She whispered.
“Words are not needed where hearts lay true.” He smiled genuinely into her wide eyes. “I shall miss our quiet sharing and your tea.” He kissed her sweetly on her mouth. The first they ever shared. Then in an old show of fealty, he went to his knees and pulled the hem of her dress to his lips. No longer could she contain her tears, they poured from her eyes as the very clouds decided to let forth their tears as well.
Nenion held a strong arm around his father's shoulders as they waited on the dock, in the pouring rain, until they could no longer see their only family leave. Then they waited some more.
TBC...........
Glavier- Babbling One
Molnenion- son of slave and water(Quenyan)
Laegon- sharp one
Meriliel- daughter of rose
*dwale:
Common names: Belladonna, deadly nightshade, dwale, devil's herb, love apple, sorcerer's cherry, murderer's berry, dwaleberry, witch's berry, devil's cherry, black cherry, divale, great morel, dwayberry, naughty man's cherries. Once classified as Solanum lethale and Belladonna folia.
Belladonna, also deadly nightshade, common name for an Old World herb , and for a crude drug obtained from the plant.
Belladonna is a biennial or annual plant with large simple leaves and bell-shaped flowers. The flower tube is five-pointed, dull purple or red-purple, and surrounded by five green sepals. The fruit is a single green berry that becomes purple to black with maturity. Belladonna is occasionally grown in gardens in North America but rarely becomes naturalized. It does not normally persist without cultivation.
Other members of the nightshade family are sometimes erroneously called belladonna.
All parts of the true belladonna are poisonous and narcotic. The leaves and root contain alkaloids; one, atropine, is used to dilate the pupils of the eyes, to facilitate eye examinations and as an antispasmodic in the treatment of asthma. In earlier times in Italy, extracts of belladonna were used by women for the cosmetic value of this dilating effect; such use explains the origin of the common name (Italian, "beautiful woman").
Scientific classification: Belladonna belongs to the family Solanaceae. It is classified as Atropa belladonna.
AUTHORS NOTES: Thank you to all who read this and to those who comment. It is much appreaciated! :)
Author: erviniae
Rating: NC-17 overall
Chapter 12/?
Pairings: Erestor/Gil-Galad, Implied Erestor/Ecthelion, Elrond/Gil-Galad
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I am
Just playing with the pretty.
Beta: All mistakes are gloriously mine
Warnings: angst, mpreg, M/M, AU
Summary: Erestor is alone wandering after the Fall of Gondolin
Author’s Notes: This is for the daily drabble. The word was planned.
It got out of hand and grew due to lots of goading.
A/N: The truth is told.
Chapter 12
Erestor came awake. He immediately tried to get up but was held down by Laegon. Erestor growled and broke the hold with an unexpected soar of strength. Staggering to his feet, he found his clothes neatly folded on the chair in the corner of the healing room. Shamelessly undressing, he wavered, light-headed, as he first pulled his leggings on, then a simple linen shirt. “Take me to my son,” he commanded his friends who found they could not deny him. Walking down along the open corridors, he could sense the chaos about the court. As Laegon, with Meriliel trailing nervously behind, led Erestor into the council room, Nenion as well as a few guards and Gil-Galad looked over at the door.
“Erestor, you should not be here, you need rest,” urged the high king as he tried to take Erestor's hand.
“I've rested enough in my lifetime,” he hissed as he only glanced at the Elf that lay dead on the floor, white foam still oozing from his mouth. Dead eyes, unseeing, looking open and at nothing. Erestor shivered but continued on to where his son sat with guards on either side of him. Gil motioned for the guards to stand down. “Why are you holding my son here like a criminal!” He glared into his former lover's eyes with contempt. Gil sighed heavily, running a hand through thick hair.
“Calm yourself, Erestor,” Gil said holding up a hand.
“Is Glavier the Elf who...who attacked you?” The king whispered almost inaudibly, looking for a hint of truth in Erestor's face. He soon received it for Erestor went pale and while clenching his teeth, his mind recalled the words whispered into his ear. “You think you are too good for me.....”
“Yes, it was he who raped me,” Erestor glared not mincing words, but calling the act for which it was. An act that made most Elves fade from the violation of their spirit.
Molnenion's eyes blazed with ire. “I tell you I am glad that he is dead! He is no Elf, he is but a coward and now a dead one!” Nenion hissed. His face red with emotion and rage.
Erestor took his son's chin in his hand, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Did you kill Glavier?” He quietly asked.
“No father, I came into the room sensing something amiss, and I found him thusly. One of the maids came in, screamed, and the guards came running. She pointed to me and they took me as I am now.” Nenion's gaze was steadfast and unwavering. The look of an innocent Elf. Not the look of a kinslayer.
Elrond, who was shadowed in the corner, intently watching the interactions of all in the room, questioned the maid who was sitting, pale-faced, on a soft, high-backed chair, ringing her hands. Laegon had given her an herbal tea to soothe her nerves. “Tell us again what you saw please.” Elrond asked her with a calm, commanding presence. His face serene and trusting.
“I came into the rooms to dust, my lord, and I saw Captain Molnenion standing over Counselor Glavier, his hand upon the counselor's...throat,” she let out a sob.
Nenion tried to stand, but was “gently” persuaded to sit back down. Huffing, he protested, “I was only checking for a pulse, nothing more,” he emphasized the word nothing.
“Nenion, this does not bode well for you,” Gil sighed sadly, shaking his head as he touched Nenion's knee in support.
“Did you know that Glavier was the one who attacked your father?” Elrond asked quietly.
“Nay, not until my father just proclaimed it.” He sank back in his chair, a look of defeat in his every move. Erestor could not take that look from his son.
“I did it...punish me, let him go,” came the exclamation from Erestor.
“You did no such thing. You were not alone and incapable of going anywhere unnoticed.” Laegon countered.
“You will NOT take my son from me.” Erestor hissed, fists and jaw clenching in defiance to all in the room.
“Peace Erestor, no one is taking Nenion anywhere...yet.” Gil sighed, his heart heavy, desperately trying to see a way out of this.
A sob was heard and all eyes turned to the doorway. Meriliel was near hysteria. Laegon rushed to her side. “Shh love, let me take you from this room.” He urged his wife as he tried to take her hand.
“No, no.....this cannot be....I can't let it happen.....Erestor, my dear friend, please forgive me. It was me. I... I killed Glavier,” She was shivering in fear, anticipating actions from any in the room. Her chin trembling.
Nenion stood and easily broke out of the guards hold on his arms. In three strides he was at Meriliel's side. His mother. She grabbed him to her in a clenching embrace. “Forgive me?”
“Nana?” Molnenion questioned, though in his heart he knew the truth.
“I...I should have known.” She began to talk, wringing her hands as she spoke. Laegon held her shoulders as all looked to her with pleading eyes. Hoping it was not true. I should have known when nigh a week ago, Glavier came into the healing wing acting interested in learning about various herbs. He was strangely drawn to the herb we use to help a maiden through a hard delivery....”
“Dwale,” Elrond nodded in understanding.
“Aye, dwale,” Meriliel agreed. “He was concerned about dosages and what effects it would have on a normal Elf.” Here she shuddered. “Forgive me my friend, but when I found out that dwale was used on you in your attack, I knew I had a hand in it.”
Erestor was immediately at her side, “Oh no, no my dear one, you had nothing to do with it...nothing!” Her tears continued to flow as she looked directly into Erestor's dark gaze..
“You, you did not deserve such a thing, you have had enough strife in your life.” Meriliel reached up and placed her slender hand on Erestor's soft, wet cheek. He leaned into the caress of his friend. The one who helped him raise his son, no, “their” son. “As I was walking towards the kitchens, I heard Glavier snickering, so I popped my head into this room and asked if he needed anything and he asked for tea. I calmly walked to the healing room, where we keep all the herbs, and made him a taste of his own poison.”
“No,” Nenion cried and gathered her into his strong arms. Leaning her head against his broad shoulder, she rocked him gently. “It's all right my son, I am resigned to my fate.”
Laegon felt sick, he began to fall, but not before Elrond caught him. “My wife, what will be done to her, what is her punishment.” He asked his king as his head spun.
With compassionate eyes; eyes filled with deep sorrow, Gil looked deeply at his friend Laegon, his healer since his youth in Beleriand, and shook his head in sympathy. As if in a dream, Cirdan came into the room and saved Gil the trouble of handing out any punishment. “I'll get my mates started on a ship, let her sail. Her crime does not deserve death, there's enough of that, aye? Let her come to terms in Valinor.”
“I shall sail with her.” Laegon spoke quickly. None dared deny his request.
*********
The day was dark and damp, overcast with clouds ready to open and rain down upon the inhabitants on the last dock of the Havens. The last dock before the last stop, the very last trip an Elf took before reaching the Undying Lands.
Five stood on that very dock, saying their final farewells to their friends and their loved ones.
Meriliel put on a brave face. She would be strong for their sake. For her “son”.
Grabbing Molnenion in an extraordinarily strong embrace. Meriliel kissed his fair cheek. “Be at peace my son, look after Erestor, and find love, live your life to the fullest.” Her voice cracking as she stifled a sob deep in the back of her throat. Tears fell unbridled down the strong young warrior's handsome face.
“I will make you proud, Nana, and I will see you upon the White Shores one day.” Nenion promised.
“And I will be waiting for you.” She smiled and moved to stand before Erestor. For a few seconds they just smiled warmly at each other.
Without realizing it, they were holding hands. “We have had a quiet friendship.” She whispered.
“Words are not needed where hearts lay true.” He smiled genuinely into her wide eyes. “I shall miss our quiet sharing and your tea.” He kissed her sweetly on her mouth. The first they ever shared. Then in an old show of fealty, he went to his knees and pulled the hem of her dress to his lips. No longer could she contain her tears, they poured from her eyes as the very clouds decided to let forth their tears as well.
Nenion held a strong arm around his father's shoulders as they waited on the dock, in the pouring rain, until they could no longer see their only family leave. Then they waited some more.
TBC...........
Glavier- Babbling One
Molnenion- son of slave and water(Quenyan)
Laegon- sharp one
Meriliel- daughter of rose
*dwale:
Common names: Belladonna, deadly nightshade, dwale, devil's herb, love apple, sorcerer's cherry, murderer's berry, dwaleberry, witch's berry, devil's cherry, black cherry, divale, great morel, dwayberry, naughty man's cherries. Once classified as Solanum lethale and Belladonna folia.
Belladonna, also deadly nightshade, common name for an Old World herb , and for a crude drug obtained from the plant.
Belladonna is a biennial or annual plant with large simple leaves and bell-shaped flowers. The flower tube is five-pointed, dull purple or red-purple, and surrounded by five green sepals. The fruit is a single green berry that becomes purple to black with maturity. Belladonna is occasionally grown in gardens in North America but rarely becomes naturalized. It does not normally persist without cultivation.
Other members of the nightshade family are sometimes erroneously called belladonna.
All parts of the true belladonna are poisonous and narcotic. The leaves and root contain alkaloids; one, atropine, is used to dilate the pupils of the eyes, to facilitate eye examinations and as an antispasmodic in the treatment of asthma. In earlier times in Italy, extracts of belladonna were used by women for the cosmetic value of this dilating effect; such use explains the origin of the common name (Italian, "beautiful woman").
Scientific classification: Belladonna belongs to the family Solanaceae. It is classified as Atropa belladonna.
AUTHORS NOTES: Thank you to all who read this and to those who comment. It is much appreaciated! :)