Erestor's Torment
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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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Title: Erestor's Torment
Type: FP
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Alex
Warnings: Torture, Violence, possible Non-Con, AU. It’s morbid. If you find such things offensive then don’t read it.
Disclaimer: It’s not mine it belongs to Tolkien.
Archives: Of Elves and Men, Aff.net , My Home Page
Authors Notes: Thanks to Alex and Mirisaui for their support.
Summary: Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
Lindir stroked Erestor's dark hair back; the elf had easily relaxed around him. Now, it was time to build on that trust, to build it, use it, and then break it.
"Do you trust me, Erestor?"
Erestor looked up at Lindir, his eyes giving the answer, he did, and his answer confirmed so, “With my life, Lindir, with my very life."
Lindir leaned in and brushed his lips across Erestor's in a soft kiss.
"Let me make love to you, Erestor, trust me."
******
Morcorban looked at the blood on his hands and wiped them on the dead elf's cing.ing. He had to leave now, had to run, and he could only think of one place to go, Imladris.
Quickly, he gathered the elf's body and pushed him into a closet. He picked up his pack that he had hid beneath his desk. It contained only what he would need, a dagger, some dried meat and a couple of biscuits, a small water skin, and lastly, a sword. He would leave everything that reminded him of this place behind except for the small mithril ring on the leather thong around his neck, his lover's ring, the very item that brought him the worst memories.
He hurried for the door and made for the stables, nodding to the few elves he passed, if they saw the forming bruises across his face, none made any mention of it. It was not uncommon, after all. Most of them thought that he and Carchthoron were lovers; if only they knew the truth.
*****
Erestor tried to relax, tried to let Lindir love him, but he could not. Every kiss, every touch made him shudder with disgust from what had happened to him. “I am sorry, Lindir, I cannot do this. I need to be alone for a while.”
Lindir nodded, “I understand, mellon. I will tell Lord Elrond of your wishes, but should you need something call me alright?”
Erestor nodded, “I will, Lindir. Thank you. I am glad you are here.”
Lindir smiled at Erestor as he opened the door and then walked out.
Lindir did not see the elfling hiding in the corner as he exited and as soon as it was clear Elladan moved to the door.
Elladan pushed the door open and saw Erestor lying in the bed. ‘Erestor, are you better now?”
Erestor turned and looked at Elladan. “I am better than I was before, Master Elladan.”
Elladan smiled, “Does that mean you will be back to being our tutor? We miss you.”
Erestor nodded, “Soon, I hope.”
Elladan handed Erestor a piece of parchment with a stick elf and get better soon written across the top.
“Ro and I made it for you.”
Erestor could not help but smile as he sat it aside and hugged the elfling.
“Thank you, Elladan, I will talk to your father and see when he thinks I can return.
Elladan nodded and ed Eed Erestor once more before rushing out.
Erestor could not help but smile looking at the stick elf in the dark robes..or what he assumed were robes.. Like Elrond, they would be good Lords some day.
Glorfindel muttered a few curses about keeping an elf confined too long, he could not believe they had kept him here for three days over such a small scratch, and sedated no less. He did have duties to attend, after all.
Well, he could not buy back the lost time. That was impossible, even for the Firstborn. He headed for Lord Elrond’s office. He had been informed that the twins were back and all was well. Even though he had been unavailable, he had snorted at the healer and walked through the door. He did not tell them that the problem was he felt guilty for not being able to prevent the twins from being taken to begin with.
He had just entered the hall where his rooms were when he saw Elladan rush from Erestor’s room.
“Elladan, what were you doing in Erestor’s room? Are you not supposed to be studying?”
Elladan giggled, “It is Saturday, Glorfindel. I was giving Erestor a card Ro and I made for him.”
Glorfindel frowned, “All right, off with you then.”
Elladan nodded and ran off. Glorfindel started to knock on the counselor’s door then stopped and instead, headed towards Elrond’s office. He would talk to him after he spoke with Elrond. He needed to be appraised of the present situation.
*****
Morcorban mounted the horse and slowly rode out, trying not to look suspicious. He made as if he were simply going to check on the troops. That would buy him some time. He had left word that Carchthoron was busy and was not to be disturbed. He guided the horse out into the noon sun and had to squint, too long had he lived beneath the earth, beneath Melkor, and while he was not free, he soon would be. He turned his mount in the direction of Imladris, with a slightly lighter heart and growing hope.
Type: FP
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Alex
Warnings: Torture, Violence, possible Non-Con, AU. It’s morbid. If you find such things offensive then don’t read it.
Disclaimer: It’s not mine it belongs to Tolkien.
Archives: Of Elves and Men, Aff.net , My Home Page
Authors Notes: Thanks to Alex and Mirisaui for their support.
Summary: Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
Lindir stroked Erestor's dark hair back; the elf had easily relaxed around him. Now, it was time to build on that trust, to build it, use it, and then break it.
"Do you trust me, Erestor?"
Erestor looked up at Lindir, his eyes giving the answer, he did, and his answer confirmed so, “With my life, Lindir, with my very life."
Lindir leaned in and brushed his lips across Erestor's in a soft kiss.
"Let me make love to you, Erestor, trust me."
******
Morcorban looked at the blood on his hands and wiped them on the dead elf's cing.ing. He had to leave now, had to run, and he could only think of one place to go, Imladris.
Quickly, he gathered the elf's body and pushed him into a closet. He picked up his pack that he had hid beneath his desk. It contained only what he would need, a dagger, some dried meat and a couple of biscuits, a small water skin, and lastly, a sword. He would leave everything that reminded him of this place behind except for the small mithril ring on the leather thong around his neck, his lover's ring, the very item that brought him the worst memories.
He hurried for the door and made for the stables, nodding to the few elves he passed, if they saw the forming bruises across his face, none made any mention of it. It was not uncommon, after all. Most of them thought that he and Carchthoron were lovers; if only they knew the truth.
*****
Erestor tried to relax, tried to let Lindir love him, but he could not. Every kiss, every touch made him shudder with disgust from what had happened to him. “I am sorry, Lindir, I cannot do this. I need to be alone for a while.”
Lindir nodded, “I understand, mellon. I will tell Lord Elrond of your wishes, but should you need something call me alright?”
Erestor nodded, “I will, Lindir. Thank you. I am glad you are here.”
Lindir smiled at Erestor as he opened the door and then walked out.
Lindir did not see the elfling hiding in the corner as he exited and as soon as it was clear Elladan moved to the door.
Elladan pushed the door open and saw Erestor lying in the bed. ‘Erestor, are you better now?”
Erestor turned and looked at Elladan. “I am better than I was before, Master Elladan.”
Elladan smiled, “Does that mean you will be back to being our tutor? We miss you.”
Erestor nodded, “Soon, I hope.”
Elladan handed Erestor a piece of parchment with a stick elf and get better soon written across the top.
“Ro and I made it for you.”
Erestor could not help but smile as he sat it aside and hugged the elfling.
“Thank you, Elladan, I will talk to your father and see when he thinks I can return.
Elladan nodded and ed Eed Erestor once more before rushing out.
Erestor could not help but smile looking at the stick elf in the dark robes..or what he assumed were robes.. Like Elrond, they would be good Lords some day.
Glorfindel muttered a few curses about keeping an elf confined too long, he could not believe they had kept him here for three days over such a small scratch, and sedated no less. He did have duties to attend, after all.
Well, he could not buy back the lost time. That was impossible, even for the Firstborn. He headed for Lord Elrond’s office. He had been informed that the twins were back and all was well. Even though he had been unavailable, he had snorted at the healer and walked through the door. He did not tell them that the problem was he felt guilty for not being able to prevent the twins from being taken to begin with.
He had just entered the hall where his rooms were when he saw Elladan rush from Erestor’s room.
“Elladan, what were you doing in Erestor’s room? Are you not supposed to be studying?”
Elladan giggled, “It is Saturday, Glorfindel. I was giving Erestor a card Ro and I made for him.”
Glorfindel frowned, “All right, off with you then.”
Elladan nodded and ran off. Glorfindel started to knock on the counselor’s door then stopped and instead, headed towards Elrond’s office. He would talk to him after he spoke with Elrond. He needed to be appraised of the present situation.
*****
Morcorban mounted the horse and slowly rode out, trying not to look suspicious. He made as if he were simply going to check on the troops. That would buy him some time. He had left word that Carchthoron was busy and was not to be disturbed. He guided the horse out into the noon sun and had to squint, too long had he lived beneath the earth, beneath Melkor, and while he was not free, he soon would be. He turned his mount in the direction of Imladris, with a slightly lighter heart and growing hope.