Erestor's Torment
Lies and Shadows
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.
Summary: Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
Authors Note: LOOK IT IS FINALLY DONE!!!This has taken forever but finally one more chapter is done. Hopefully I will be able to get chapter 16 out sooner. The web site should also be back up soon.
Erestor woke in Glorfindel’s arms and stretched. Anor was just rising and the trees were lit with a soft light. His sleep had been peaceful and for once, he was not tired. He looked up to find Glorfindel watching him. Neither elf knew who kissed whom, but their lips met and Erestor let Glorfindel kiss him. Erestor had never thought he would truly desire another elf of his own free will but the tight feeling in his leggings proved him wrong. Erestor lifted his hands to Glorfindel’s tunic and unbuttoned it with shaking fingers
“Erestor, we do not have to...”
Erestor pressed a finger to soft lips, cutting off the rest as he looked up into the sapphire eyes of his best friend.
“I need this Glorfindel, please.”
Glorfindel looked in to the darkened eyes and saw many emotions there and knew he would never be able to deny the dark haired elf anything. The Balrog Slayer knew when he was lost and he closed his eyes and melted back into the kiss. Erestor gently pushed the soft blue cloth from Glorfindel’s shoulders before beginning to work on the ties of his shirt. Glorfindel watched Erestor as he undressed him and then as he explored him. Glorfindel let him take his time, knowing that this was a big step for his friend, his love and he would not push him to do anything he was not ready for.
Erestor ran his hands through Glorfindel’s hair, reveling in the softness of it,concentrating on the face of the golden elf before him, thinking upon their friendship and the knowledge that he was safe. Glorfindel would never harm him and he knew it. The memories were not so easily overcome but he was determined to do just that. He would not let the past hold him any longer. It was with this determination that he took Glorfindel’s member in hand and began to stroke him hard and fast, indulging himself in the beauty of his lover and how radiant he looked in the throes of passion.
Glorfindel could not believe it when Erestor grasped him and began to stroke him; he was lost in his touch and it did not take long before he cried out his release into the waiting palm.
Erestor gathered the sweet release of his lover and gently guided the ancient warrior to the ground on his back so that he could look into his eyes.
Glorfindel watched as Erestor gently pushed his legs forward and had to calm himself. He had not let another claim him in centuries but he knew that it could be no other way. He knew that his friend would never hurt him that he could trust him.
Erestor’s eyes met his as his seed slickened finger gently pushed into him and it was but a brief moment later that he jumped as Erestor stroked his sweet spot. A few moments later, a second finger was added and then they pulled away causing Glorfindel to whimper at the loss of the sweet touches but then his legs were lifted to Erestor’s hips and their eyes met as Erestor gently entered him slowly, carefully, as if he were made of fragile porcelain that could shatter any moment.
Neither spoke as Erestor slowly made love to him and when the tears came, Glorfindel kissed them away. The pace was maddeningly slow and Glorfindel ached for more, still he let Erestor continue his torturous pace till he could take no more and he pulled his lover in and took the tip of Erestor’s ear into his mouth, suckling till he heard the elf groan with need, watched his body shudder from restrained passion.
“You will not hurt me; I need the same as you. Sate our desire.”
Erestor could hold back no longer with Glorfindel’s words driving him on and his pace quickly began to mount to a fiery finish as both elves cried out as their release came in a blinding sea of white.
When both had finally calmed down, Erestor kissed the golden one, not having words for what they felt. They rested in each others arms for sometime before Glorfindel wordlessly cleaned them both up and kissed Erestor once more before finally heading back to the Last Homely House.
Glorfindel and Erestor had washed and then he walked Erestor back to his chambers to gather fresh clothing. “I will return after dinner, I wish I could come sooner but I have meetings all day.”
Erestor gave a nod, “I understand. I will be here.” Glorfindel kissed him and watched him walk in and close the door before he turned and left.
The sun was finally up when Lindir rode upon the scene of the massacre. Quickly, he jumped from his horse and looked around. The orcs had done a good job. The entire watch lay dead; many had been eaten down to the bone except for their ears which one had been left the other taken as a, no doubt. It made Lindir shiver thinking that these creatures had once been elves. He walked to the large rock by the stream and waited nodding silently as the dark elf appeared. Lindir handed him a paper and the elf handed him a vial of liquid.
“Give this to PerePeredhel’s son... Melkor will do the rest. Stay and find out what you can until Melkor calls for you to come join him.”
Lindir bowed and the elf took his sword and stabbed Lindir in the shoulder and sliced his side before aiming and shooting an arrow into his shoulder and Lindir felt himself become drowsy and collapse. Neither the dark elf nor the minstrel saw the guardian watching from the rocks, pretending to be dead beneath the body of his friends. He just had to wait for someone to come and he would be able to reveal the traitor. Lindir would pay dearly for his betrayal.
Melkor’s General kicked Lindir in the side, breaking several ribs, grinning wickedly as he spoke, “Worthless piece of orc dung. To betray your own people. I cannot wait to get my hands on you. You are loyal to no one but yourself.” He stomped Lindir’s hand breaking every bone before grinding it to make sure they would not be the same for sometime. “Would be a shame should you get caught before that time and you got banished. Then you would be free game to hunt down. I need new prey. He pulled out a letter and with a small dagger pinned it to Lindir’s shoulder and disappeared into the shadows.
***
Erestor sat on his bed and stared at the ring in his possession.
“How had Morcorban come to possess it?” It should have been obvious but something was amiss. Nothing made sense any longer, not since that day he had been taken and his world changed forever. There had been too much pain and death and he grew weary of it all. His mind drifted to Llytheal, his uncle’s lover. He had never met him and most of those who had no longer were alive or they had wisely left for Valinor.
Erestor shook his head tiredly and walked out the door; he had to speak with the elf. When he reached the healing halls, he stopped and took a deep breath before pushing the doors open. He headed inside and stood silently as he watched as Lord Elrond spoke with Morcorban and when Lord Elrond looked up, he nodded and headed for the door. Now, Erestor would learn the truth. He only hoped he was ready for it.
Elrond patted Erestor on the shoulder and moved away so that he would have privacy but they were not left alone. Erestor was not sure if it was for his safety or Morcorban’s and most likely, it was both.
He knelt next to the bed and looked down at the weak elf and for a long moment, he was silent. He looked nothing like the elf that had done the terrible things to him. He looked thin and pale and most of all, afraid. Erestor held up the ring for the elf to see and his eyes widened, staring at it with unshed tears. Erestor was not sure how to begin so he just came out with it. “How did you come to possess this ring?” Morcorban felt a tear slip down his cheek, “It is mine, I am Llytheal.”
Erestor stared in disbelief, “you lie!” Erestor could not believe the audacity.
“Nay Erestor, though I wish I were lying.”
“I do not believe you!”
Morcorban nodded “I do not blame you for not believing me, but it is true.”
Erestor shook his head. “Prove it is true! Prove to me why I should not tell Lord Elrond to lock you away and throw away the key!”
The elf on the bed sighed tiredly and finally let a tear fall. “Pull up a chair Erestor. This will not be an easy explanation. It will take me much effort to tell it.