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Title: Erestor's Torment Ct. 14
Type: FP
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor/ Morcorban Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Lady Orchyd Constyne
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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.
Summary: Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
Lord Elrond was just about to retire to bed when he heard the sound of someone running in the once silent corridor of the Healing House. He threw open the door and saw a border guard carrying an Elf; he was covered in blood and as pale as the new snow in winter. Elrond helped the guard move the wounded Elf inside, and they laid him on his stomach. Elrond then began to quickly assess the situation. The Elf had three Orcs arrows in him, and, by the black and green tint around the wounds, they were poisoned.
Elrond took a small knife from a tray of instruments and began to cut the arrows out, eliciting a whimper from the unconscious Elf. The Peredhel’s assistant quickly brewed a tea that would help draw out the poison. Elrond packed the wounds before he stitched and bandaged them. If the Valar were with them, the Elf might make it through the night, but the shallow breathing and blue tint to the deathly pale skin was not a positive sign. Elrond saw a mithril chain with a matching mithril ring around the Elf’s neck and looked at it closely, a name catching his attention. Something about the names inside the ring caused a memory to surface, a familiar one of a dark-haired Elf who looked much like Erestor. The Elf had rode from Li wit with his lover one day, and neither had been heard from again.. until now.
Elrond had known Caladduath, as he had been his father’s advisor until he disappeared, but he had never met the young lover. It angered Elrond to know this Elf would keep such a thing, but it did explain what had happened to them both. The assistant brought the tea, and before he could set it down, Elrond shoved it aside, whispering, “Go and find Erestor; make haste!”
The assistant sped out the room and down the hall to Erestor’s chambers without hesitation.
Erestor was sitting on his bed, trying to write his feeling in his journal, though he found that it was harder then he had thought it would be. Just as he began to find the words, a knock at the door shattered his concentration. With a sigh, he set the book aside and walked to the door, opening it. The healer looked slightly flushed as he began to speak. “Master Elrond needs you in the Healing Halls, Erestor. He asked that you come immediately.”
With out question, Erestor blew out the lone candle and quickly followed the messenger. He wondered who was injured and how gravely. It was not so long ago it had beim, im, and memories began to flood back of long nights fighting memories from his time in captivity. Erestor shook his head and opened the door to the Healing House.
Elrond looked up from tending to stilstill figure on the bed and waved his counselor over. Elrond motioned for Erestor to look upon the figure in the bed. Where it had taken the Lord of Imladris several moments to place a name to a face, it was a mere glance for Erestor and he froze. “M-Morcorban..”
“He was attacked near our borders, by Orcs. He did not bring much with him; he left in a hurry and there is evidence that there was some kind of fight. He has older wounds.. old scars.. There is also this.” Elrond handed Erestor the chain with the bonding ring attached to it. “It is no surprise he was infatuated with you.” Elrond lifted the rin all allow Erestor to look at it.
“This..this is my family’s crest.” The Noldo whispered.
Elrond nodded silently, folding his arms across his chest. Erestor ran his hand through his hair. “I will have questions for him when he wakes.”
Elrond led Erestor in the direction of the door the door “I will have someone notify you as soon as he wakes, though I am afraid it will be several days.”
Erestor opened the door, almost running into Lord Glorfindel.
“I beg your pardon Erestor.” Erestor nodded and Glorfindel stepped back and let both of his colleagues through the door. Glorfindel watched as Erestor walked down the hall before he turned his sapphire gaze to Lord ElronMastMaster Elrond, may I speak with you in your office?”
“Of course. Please, follow me,” Elrond said motioning for Glorfindel to follow him down the marbled corridor.
Glorfindel walked in to the office, and Elrond asked him to sit as the Peredhel closed the door “What trouble you, Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “I was wondering about Erestor. Is he.. himself?”
Elrond sighed and sat back, looking at Glorfindel. “As far as I can say, he is safe to be around. Though, I would not say he is himself, nor will he ever be the Erestor we once knew.”
Glorfindel clenched his hands in frustration. “If I could get a hold of that Elf I would kill him for what he has done to Erestor.”
Elrond si hea heavily. “Well, that Elf is in the healing halls, near death.”
Glorfindel paled visibly. “Why is he there and not in a cell where he belongs?”
“There is much you do not know, Glorfindel. I will assign guards, and then we will try to find out from him what we can when he wakes.*if* he wakes,” Elrond said tiredly. Glorfindel clenched his fist with anger until his knuckles cracked from the pressure. Elrond shook his head, “I need him safe Glorfindel..”
Glorfindel continued to clench his fist, but his tone was calm. “Aye, he will be so. I will assign the guards myself.”
Elrond nodded. “I expected no less. I leave you to it,” Elrond said turning his gaze from the Elda.
Glorfindel stood and left his Lord’s office, knowing he had been dismissed. He headed off to the barracks, reluctantly, to assign guards that would protect the one Elf he hated most in all of Arda.
******
Lindir saddled his horse and rode out towards the border. He was supposedly delivering a message he the troops on the farthest boundaries of Imladris. It was too bad they would be dead when he reached them, and he would be wounded when he rode back into Rivendell. Melkor would have his information, and Lindir would soon have his reward for his loyalty. Melkor had assured him that his reward would be one deserving of an Elf such as he, it made him smile and he began to hum a lively tune.
******
Melawr waited in the trees as the Orcs had slaughtered the guardians of Imladris. It had been quite a chore to dispatch of all of the warriors, but, in the end, they all lay dead amongst the corpses of Orcs.. except for the two youngest. They were barely past their majority, and Melkor would have use for such young ones. It would be sometime before Lindir made his way to him, and he looked at the vials in his hand. The red one was for Elrond’s son. The other..well, they could not have Lindir forming a conscience when they were so close.
*****
Erestor paced his room; he was restless ‘Morcorban is here. How do I handle this situation?’ The question ran through his mind over and over. Dreams were one thing; actually seeing the Elf before him was another. He felt a desire to distance himself from the Dark Elf, so he grabbed a blanket a bot bottle of mead, heading out to the gardens to let the trees and stars wash away his worries.
*****
Glorfindel assigned four guards to, at all times watch Morcorban: two in with the son of an Orc, and two outside his door. When he was done, he folded up the parchment and submitted his choices to Lord Elrond, who he knew would approve it. Glorfindel had done his duty, and had done it well, but it did not mean he had to like it. The warrior in him wanted to take over and solve their problem, but he knew Lord Elrond was right. Glorfindel felt he needed to clear his head and calm himself, so he grabbed a bottle of Lord Elrond’s wine and headed out into the night; he wanted to walk and think upon everything that had happened. He had pushed his feelings back for so long and now they were trying to surface, and at the worst possible time.
Glorfindel walked for quite a while amongst the trees, taking the occasional drink, until he happened to see a dark figure sitting beneath a tree. Erestor was staring into a small fire, tossing in the occasional twig. Glorfindel walked over, and when the counselor looked up, he smiled down at him. “May I sit?” Erestor nodded and indicated a spot on the ground and Glorfindel sat, looking to the bottle next to Erestor and lifted his own.
Erestor picked up the bottle next to him and toasted with Glorfindel’s, taking a swallow. The mead was light and sweet, more for having with dinner than becoming drunk; it was why he had chosen it. He did not need to be intoxicated, not with the memories that plagued him. Glorfindel looked just as tired and troubled. Since he was an advisor, Erestor asked, “So, Glorfindel, what brings you out here this night?”
Glorfindel shrugged absently. “I just needed to walk, clear my head.” Erestor nodded. “What about you, Erestor?”
“It has been too long since I enjoyed the stars,” Erestor said softly.
Glorfindel looked up. “Aye, they are beautiful. Just like you.” Glorfindel’s eyes widened as he realized his slip of the tongue, and he turned to find Erestor staring at him as if he had grown a second head.
“Are you sure you are all right, Glorfindel? There is nothing beautiful about me. I am nothing but a dirty and worthless traitor.” Erestor said with a sneer.
Glorfindel shook his head. “No, Erestor; you are the bravest Elf I know.”
Erestor laughed bitterly. “You would not think me so beautiful if you knew all I have done, Glorfindel. You *would* see me as a traitor.”
Glorfindel frowned. “I would never think such terrible things of you, Erestor.” He reached out and lightly caressed the advisor’s cheek. “I am here, Erestor, if you ever need to talk; it would help. I can see it in your eyes that you need to.”
Erestor shook his head. “There is not much to tell, Glorfindel.”
The warrior nodded. “Then, may I at least stay I enjoy your company, Erestor?”
The advisor watched the seneschal for a moment and then nodded. “I would never turn a friend away, Glorfindel; especially one who has done as much for me as you.”
Glorfindel simply smiled and leaned back against the tree.
The two elves talked late into the night, watching as the fire died down. Sometime during the conversation, Glorfindel had pulled Erestor against him and wrapped his arms around the Noldo, and that was where Erestor fell asleep. He felt safe for what felt like the first time in forever.
Glorfl, dl, did not sleep. Instead, he watched the Elf sleeping in his arms and he began to wonder about the feelings Erestor had created within him. Glorfindel was sure of only one thing, and that was that no one would hurt Erestor again as long as he drew breath.
Type: FP
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor/ Morcorban Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Lady Orchyd Constyne
Archives: http://www.geocities.com/scoobrojess/titlepage1.html
www.ofelvesandmen.com
www.adult-fanfiction.org
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.
Summary: Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
Lord Elrond was just about to retire to bed when he heard the sound of someone running in the once silent corridor of the Healing House. He threw open the door and saw a border guard carrying an Elf; he was covered in blood and as pale as the new snow in winter. Elrond helped the guard move the wounded Elf inside, and they laid him on his stomach. Elrond then began to quickly assess the situation. The Elf had three Orcs arrows in him, and, by the black and green tint around the wounds, they were poisoned.
Elrond took a small knife from a tray of instruments and began to cut the arrows out, eliciting a whimper from the unconscious Elf. The Peredhel’s assistant quickly brewed a tea that would help draw out the poison. Elrond packed the wounds before he stitched and bandaged them. If the Valar were with them, the Elf might make it through the night, but the shallow breathing and blue tint to the deathly pale skin was not a positive sign. Elrond saw a mithril chain with a matching mithril ring around the Elf’s neck and looked at it closely, a name catching his attention. Something about the names inside the ring caused a memory to surface, a familiar one of a dark-haired Elf who looked much like Erestor. The Elf had rode from Li wit with his lover one day, and neither had been heard from again.. until now.
Elrond had known Caladduath, as he had been his father’s advisor until he disappeared, but he had never met the young lover. It angered Elrond to know this Elf would keep such a thing, but it did explain what had happened to them both. The assistant brought the tea, and before he could set it down, Elrond shoved it aside, whispering, “Go and find Erestor; make haste!”
The assistant sped out the room and down the hall to Erestor’s chambers without hesitation.
Erestor was sitting on his bed, trying to write his feeling in his journal, though he found that it was harder then he had thought it would be. Just as he began to find the words, a knock at the door shattered his concentration. With a sigh, he set the book aside and walked to the door, opening it. The healer looked slightly flushed as he began to speak. “Master Elrond needs you in the Healing Halls, Erestor. He asked that you come immediately.”
With out question, Erestor blew out the lone candle and quickly followed the messenger. He wondered who was injured and how gravely. It was not so long ago it had beim, im, and memories began to flood back of long nights fighting memories from his time in captivity. Erestor shook his head and opened the door to the Healing House.
Elrond looked up from tending to stilstill figure on the bed and waved his counselor over. Elrond motioned for Erestor to look upon the figure in the bed. Where it had taken the Lord of Imladris several moments to place a name to a face, it was a mere glance for Erestor and he froze. “M-Morcorban..”
“He was attacked near our borders, by Orcs. He did not bring much with him; he left in a hurry and there is evidence that there was some kind of fight. He has older wounds.. old scars.. There is also this.” Elrond handed Erestor the chain with the bonding ring attached to it. “It is no surprise he was infatuated with you.” Elrond lifted the rin all allow Erestor to look at it.
“This..this is my family’s crest.” The Noldo whispered.
Elrond nodded silently, folding his arms across his chest. Erestor ran his hand through his hair. “I will have questions for him when he wakes.”
Elrond led Erestor in the direction of the door the door “I will have someone notify you as soon as he wakes, though I am afraid it will be several days.”
Erestor opened the door, almost running into Lord Glorfindel.
“I beg your pardon Erestor.” Erestor nodded and Glorfindel stepped back and let both of his colleagues through the door. Glorfindel watched as Erestor walked down the hall before he turned his sapphire gaze to Lord ElronMastMaster Elrond, may I speak with you in your office?”
“Of course. Please, follow me,” Elrond said motioning for Glorfindel to follow him down the marbled corridor.
Glorfindel walked in to the office, and Elrond asked him to sit as the Peredhel closed the door “What trouble you, Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “I was wondering about Erestor. Is he.. himself?”
Elrond sighed and sat back, looking at Glorfindel. “As far as I can say, he is safe to be around. Though, I would not say he is himself, nor will he ever be the Erestor we once knew.”
Glorfindel clenched his hands in frustration. “If I could get a hold of that Elf I would kill him for what he has done to Erestor.”
Elrond si hea heavily. “Well, that Elf is in the healing halls, near death.”
Glorfindel paled visibly. “Why is he there and not in a cell where he belongs?”
“There is much you do not know, Glorfindel. I will assign guards, and then we will try to find out from him what we can when he wakes.*if* he wakes,” Elrond said tiredly. Glorfindel clenched his fist with anger until his knuckles cracked from the pressure. Elrond shook his head, “I need him safe Glorfindel..”
Glorfindel continued to clench his fist, but his tone was calm. “Aye, he will be so. I will assign the guards myself.”
Elrond nodded. “I expected no less. I leave you to it,” Elrond said turning his gaze from the Elda.
Glorfindel stood and left his Lord’s office, knowing he had been dismissed. He headed off to the barracks, reluctantly, to assign guards that would protect the one Elf he hated most in all of Arda.
******
Lindir saddled his horse and rode out towards the border. He was supposedly delivering a message he the troops on the farthest boundaries of Imladris. It was too bad they would be dead when he reached them, and he would be wounded when he rode back into Rivendell. Melkor would have his information, and Lindir would soon have his reward for his loyalty. Melkor had assured him that his reward would be one deserving of an Elf such as he, it made him smile and he began to hum a lively tune.
******
Melawr waited in the trees as the Orcs had slaughtered the guardians of Imladris. It had been quite a chore to dispatch of all of the warriors, but, in the end, they all lay dead amongst the corpses of Orcs.. except for the two youngest. They were barely past their majority, and Melkor would have use for such young ones. It would be sometime before Lindir made his way to him, and he looked at the vials in his hand. The red one was for Elrond’s son. The other..well, they could not have Lindir forming a conscience when they were so close.
*****
Erestor paced his room; he was restless ‘Morcorban is here. How do I handle this situation?’ The question ran through his mind over and over. Dreams were one thing; actually seeing the Elf before him was another. He felt a desire to distance himself from the Dark Elf, so he grabbed a blanket a bot bottle of mead, heading out to the gardens to let the trees and stars wash away his worries.
*****
Glorfindel assigned four guards to, at all times watch Morcorban: two in with the son of an Orc, and two outside his door. When he was done, he folded up the parchment and submitted his choices to Lord Elrond, who he knew would approve it. Glorfindel had done his duty, and had done it well, but it did not mean he had to like it. The warrior in him wanted to take over and solve their problem, but he knew Lord Elrond was right. Glorfindel felt he needed to clear his head and calm himself, so he grabbed a bottle of Lord Elrond’s wine and headed out into the night; he wanted to walk and think upon everything that had happened. He had pushed his feelings back for so long and now they were trying to surface, and at the worst possible time.
Glorfindel walked for quite a while amongst the trees, taking the occasional drink, until he happened to see a dark figure sitting beneath a tree. Erestor was staring into a small fire, tossing in the occasional twig. Glorfindel walked over, and when the counselor looked up, he smiled down at him. “May I sit?” Erestor nodded and indicated a spot on the ground and Glorfindel sat, looking to the bottle next to Erestor and lifted his own.
Erestor picked up the bottle next to him and toasted with Glorfindel’s, taking a swallow. The mead was light and sweet, more for having with dinner than becoming drunk; it was why he had chosen it. He did not need to be intoxicated, not with the memories that plagued him. Glorfindel looked just as tired and troubled. Since he was an advisor, Erestor asked, “So, Glorfindel, what brings you out here this night?”
Glorfindel shrugged absently. “I just needed to walk, clear my head.” Erestor nodded. “What about you, Erestor?”
“It has been too long since I enjoyed the stars,” Erestor said softly.
Glorfindel looked up. “Aye, they are beautiful. Just like you.” Glorfindel’s eyes widened as he realized his slip of the tongue, and he turned to find Erestor staring at him as if he had grown a second head.
“Are you sure you are all right, Glorfindel? There is nothing beautiful about me. I am nothing but a dirty and worthless traitor.” Erestor said with a sneer.
Glorfindel shook his head. “No, Erestor; you are the bravest Elf I know.”
Erestor laughed bitterly. “You would not think me so beautiful if you knew all I have done, Glorfindel. You *would* see me as a traitor.”
Glorfindel frowned. “I would never think such terrible things of you, Erestor.” He reached out and lightly caressed the advisor’s cheek. “I am here, Erestor, if you ever need to talk; it would help. I can see it in your eyes that you need to.”
Erestor shook his head. “There is not much to tell, Glorfindel.”
The warrior nodded. “Then, may I at least stay I enjoy your company, Erestor?”
The advisor watched the seneschal for a moment and then nodded. “I would never turn a friend away, Glorfindel; especially one who has done as much for me as you.”
Glorfindel simply smiled and leaned back against the tree.
The two elves talked late into the night, watching as the fire died down. Sometime during the conversation, Glorfindel had pulled Erestor against him and wrapped his arms around the Noldo, and that was where Erestor fell asleep. He felt safe for what felt like the first time in forever.
Glorfl, dl, did not sleep. Instead, he watched the Elf sleeping in his arms and he began to wonder about the feelings Erestor had created within him. Glorfindel was sure of only one thing, and that was that no one would hurt Erestor again as long as he drew breath.