Erestor's Torment

Erestor's Torment
By Iamme
iammeiamme@hotmail.com
Ct.2 NC-17
Warnings: Torture, Violence, possible Non-Con, AU. It's morbid if you find such things offensive then don't read it.
It's not mine it belongs to Tolken except Morcorban he is mine.
Erestor is taken prisoner by dark elves.
Thanks to Alex for beating this for me, and to Hockeyegrl for words of encouragement, as well as all those who have taken the time to send reviews. Sorry I don’t have names due to recent computer problems.

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Elrond was sitting at his desk going over the latest casualty report when there was a knock on the door. Elrond looked up wondering what could have happened now.

"Enter!"

An exhausted looking guard came rushing in. "Milord, Glorfindel found Councilor Erestor's horse."

Elrond stood quickly.

"Where is Glorfindel?"

"He is down searching for clues as to what might have happened."

Elrond sprinted down the stairs and out the door. Glorfindel looked at Elrond and then back down, sighing heavily and shaking his head. He walked over and handed Elrond the still sealed letter.

"Where did you find this?" Elrond looked down at the unopened letter.

"It was hidden on his mount. We found him on our way back."

Elrond nodded.

"Send out a search party. Perhaps we are in luck and he has simply been injured. Tighten security, I do not want any unexpected visitors."

Glorfindel nodded and began giving orders, as Elrond turned and walked back inside.
Elrond went to his office and began pacing. He wanted to ride out and search for Erestor himself, but he knew it was folly. He tried not to think of the possibility that his friend had been captured. Not so close to home. He was simply out there. He was injured but not terribly so. They would find him and bring him back and after a few days rest he would be well.

“By the Valar, not another one." Elrond sighed and slumped into his chair burying his face in his hands. There was, however, no time for grief as a knocking commenced almost immediately. Elrond looked up at the red wood door and sighed.

"Enter!"

A messenger bearing the colors of Lorien entered.

"A message from the Lord Celeborn for you, Lord Elrond."

Elrond took the letter, breaking the seal and opening it; there were bloodstains and a hole in it. Just another testimony as to why this war had to end. Elrond read the note, eyes going wide for a moment before scribbling a message and sealing it, quickly standing and rushing past the messenger.

Lindir Minstril of Lorien was sitting on a marble bench writing a song as Elrond burst out the door. Elrond thrust a letter at him urgently.

"Lindir, fetch me Glorfindel. It is most urgent, give him this.”

Lindir dropped everything seeing the state Elrond was in, and ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. A few minutes later, Glorfindel was rushing through Elrond's door.

Glorfindel had barely managed to get the door shut when Elrond started to speak.

"Lorien and Mirkwood are planning an attack Mor-Gur. We are to meet with them there in one week from yesterday at sunrise, we will attack. We must be swift though. One of the messengers who was on his way to Lorien from Mirkwood was captured. Let us hope he didn't know much."

Glorfindel nodded. "I will have everything ready, M'Lord."

"I have much faith in you, Glorfindel."

The warrior simply nodded before turning for the door. Glorfindel hated saying it but knew they had to acknowledge the truth of the situation.

"You know they most likely have him, right?" Elrond just nodded and Glorfindel looked away before closing the door.


Elladan ran as fast as his 28 year old elfling legs could carry him to his room, slamming the door behind him as he entered.

"Elrohir!"

Elrohir jumped up, noticing the state of near panic his brother was in. "What is the matter Elladan?"

Elladan took a couple of deep breaths the announced, "Erestor is gone!"

"Yes, I know Elladan, Ada sent him on an errand remember?"

"No! He is gone, they do not know where he is!"

"Are you sure?"

Elladan nodded.

"They think the bad elves have him."

"They can not have Erestor! He's our tutor. Who will teach us? Maybe when they find out he is only a teacher they will send him back, replied Elrohir.

Elladan seemed to think on it for a moment.

"Maybe, but what would they want with him anyway? Unless they need history lessons."

"Come on, Elladan, these are big Elves. They already know all that stuff."


"You are right. He should be home soon... I hope."


They both nodded trying to reassure each other knowing that their logic had to be right
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Erestor had done his best to keep track of time since he had been left in his cramped prison. He didn't know why, though; he had heard that time here seemed to slow to a crawl. That was an understatement. It seemed to stop, leaving him locked in hell. The hell where, if he were lucky, he would die before his sanity left him.

He had seen one elf that had been freed from Mor-Gur. He couldn't remember his name but he remembered the pain in Thranduil's eyes when he had told the story. He had been a Guard for The Lady of Mirkwood. They were on their way to Imladris when they were attacked. The guard had stayed behind to give the rest of the party a chance to escape. The price was his life. After he was freed, he couldn't deal with life any longer. When Thranduil had asked him what he would like as a reward for his loyalty, he had asked for one thing. Death, it was the only way he could be freed from his torment, he had become quite insane from his time here, possibly in this very room, which he now found himself. Thranduil beheaded him himself. He had said that to force someone elo doo do it would have been a dishonor to the elf. He had served him and he would do what was asked, no matter how hard it might be.

Erestor was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. The ominous sound of the squng hng hinges let him know that his time was up. Torches flared to life before he heard the lock click and the door to his prison opened. The torchlight seemed as bright as the noontime sun and he had to shield his tired eyes, as he was dragged out. He was pulled to his feet, which were numb from being in one position to long. His whole body was cramped and he shook from exhaustion that he could do nothing to remedy.

He watched as Morcorban walked in and closed the door; he heard a resounding click letting him know it was locked, the sound of his fate being sealed.

"You look tired, Erestor. If you tell me what I want to know, I will let you get the rest you so deserve." Erestor just stood looking at the dark elf. His eyes were defiant even though they were bloodshot and glazed never letting his eyes betray his emotions as he walked towards him, laying his leather-clad hand on his cheek, caressing him as a lover would.

"You know the effects of this potion are accumulative. The more you have, the longer it will last. You don't really want that. I have seen what it does and it is not pretty."

"If you care so much for my well being, then you would let me go." It sounded stupid even to him, but he was too tired to be overly witty at the moment. Cold fear curled in his stomach as he watched his inquisitor.

"Ahhhh... I do like you, Erestor. But this is war. We are just causalities of it, are we not?"

"Somehow I doubt that you lose any sleep over this at night, Morcorban."

"True, I no longer have a problem. It wasn't always so. I use to be a good Elf. Before I was needed to do this. But I gave up that part of myself to help this cause. I look forward to the day when I no longer have to listen to the screams of my victims." Erestor looked at him, confused.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You are a counselor, are you not? And you are my next victim, if I do not get what I need. You can keep your pride and honor. Or you can save yourself pain and keep your sanity. Which will it be, Erestor? Will you answer my questions and spare us both from the nightmares that are sure to follow? Once this happens we wilwaylways be a part of each other. You will always remember me and I you." Erestor tried to force the lump from his throat, putting on his best look of defiance before answering.

"No."

Morcorban nodded.

"Then let us begin." He motioned to the elves holding Erestor, who quy dry draped his chains over a hook in the ceiling, pulling him up till only the tips of his toes touched the cold stone. They put an earthenware cup to his lips as one of Morcorban's elves held his hair to keep him still, the other forcing his jaw open. When the cup was taken away a bag was pulled over his head, enclosing him in the darkness once again. And then the nightmare began.

Erestor tried to adjust his body to remove just a little of the pressure from his poor wrists, but his body was to weak. He hung there, in the middle of the room, the still cooling sweat causing him to shiver. Tears ran down his face as he cried unashamedly. The bag over his head at least spared him from looking at his tormentor, and for that, he was grateful. Had he been able to see Erestor's eyes, he wouldn't have stopped. He had been so close to giving in. His throat was raw from screaming and his body weakening. He couldn't keep this up much longer. It felt like he had been here for days.

Erestor shivered as he felt a hand brush lightly over his naked back.

"I am going to give you a few minutes, Erestor. I want you to think about what I have asked you. When I come back, I want an answer. I am afraid that if I don't get what I want, then I will have to do something I know will loosen your tongue."

Erestor heard him sitting; he could feel him watching him. His mind was screaming at him to just give in, but he could not. There was too much to lose. But how much more could he stand? Not much, he knew he would give in and it hurt worse than the torture that had been heaped upon his body. He would fight till he could not. Every minute he resisted as another minute in their favor.

Erestor did not hear the approaching elf, only felt as that horrible leather clad hand as it stroked him. Snaking around from his back over his sides, moving slowly over a previously broken rib, it stuck out strangely, as it had healed improperly. Many of his bones would have to be rebroken to make them heal properly. Erestor tried to think on that unpleasant though. It was better than the reality of what was going on. He longed to be back in the cold dark confines from before.

The hand was still touching him everywhere. His muscles clenched and his stomach knotted in fear as the touches started to slide lower touching him in the most forbidden of places. His body began to slowly betray him, as he was lightly touched.

"I want you, Erestor. There is something intriguing about you. It would be so much better than your present situation. If you agree, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know. Then I can have you out of this prison. You'll have all of your needs taken care of: healing, food and water, sleep. Or you can stay here and rot slowly."

"I would rather rot here then grace your bed." Erestor steeled himself for the assault he knew would follow.

"Your body doesn't seem to agree with you. Well, my dear Noldo, suit yourself, I will ask you again in a month and see what you say then."

Suddenly he heard something fly through the air and land with a sharp crack, ripping the flesh on his back. Erestor could not stop the cry that escaped though he tried. It was just too much. Another lash landed, wrenching another cry from his body. He wondered why they always used whips. It was kind of cliché. But it did certainly work. Erestor almost found his thoughts amusing, a first in this hell.

Before he could think more on it, several more lashes fell, leaving his back torn and bloody. He twisted helplessly in the chains, trying to escape but only succeeding in causing the lashes to fall faster. He did not want to do it but before he realized it he was begging for it to end. He could taste the bitterness of failure as the whip fell, still the only sound was Erestor's sobs.

"You will tell me what I want to know then?"

Erestor bowed his head in shame before nodding. The questions came and he answered the ones he knew, which were far too many and yet not enough to save him from a few final attempts to wring every bit of knowledge from him.

Morcorban had left to take the information to his Lord, after having his pitiful form dropped to the stone floor. He lay there, sobs wracking his body as he waited for the bastard to return. It seemed like forever that he lay there freezing. When Morcorban walked in he could immediately sense the anger rolling off the elf.

"It seems you are in luck, Erestor." Came the biting comment. "My Lord has other needs for you. You are going to serve us." Suddenly the bag was lifted and a cup was pressed to his lips. Erestor wanted to fight but, the concoction smelled sweet and he was so thirsty, he couldn't help but swallow it. "I need you alive, Erestor, therefore, I am going to help you forget some of this. It will wear off in time; someday everything I did and all you have said will come rushing back, and you will wonder what you have done to those you care about. But, not before I need it to."

Erestor shook his head trying to disagree with the elf standing over him, tried to lock o tho the words that were becoming useless drabble but, his head was spinning and he felt like he was falling. Suddenly he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Moracraban walked over to the table and began to prepare another potion. He then came back with a vial, pouring the contents into Erestor's ear letting it run down. He smiled as his captive whimpered in his sleep. Now he would be able to control Erestor's dreams and he would be able to get the information he needed to strike a painful blow to both Imladris and Lorien. Anger and pain would bring them to their knees. He slowlrkedrked Erestor's mind, implanting images of how he had escaped.

Erestor was taken under the heavy darkness of night and dumped near the border of Imladris. A bloodied sword lay by his side and a broken arrow in his shoulder. He would be a hero and they would turn this unfortunate chain of events in to something beneficial to their cause, he would be remembered in songs telling about his escape and his strength of will for not fading. If only they knew the truth. He sat back smiling, waiting, knowing everything was falling neatly into place. Soon they would have the information, the war would be over, and Imladris and Erestor would all be his.