Erestor's Torment

Title: Erestor's Torment
Type: FP
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor
Rating: NC-17

Ct. 3
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, Sparrow for helping with Elladan and Erestor’s conversation, 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.

Gildor was headed to Imladris from Mirkwood with an important letter for Elrond. He had ridden hard for over three days withrestrest and it was starting to wear on him. That is why he thought he was seeing things at first as he saw the crumpled form curled up on the ground. Then it suddenly registered that the form was breathing. Coming to a halt, he jumped down, striding quickly over to the being laying on the ground. Gently he turned him over, gasping as he saw his friend lying there.

“Erestor? What are you doing out here. What has happened to you?”

Knowing he would get no answer from the unconscious elf, he lifted him gently as possible to his mount, trying to hold him still as he sat behind him. Gildor rode swiftly, occasionally pushing the stray wafts of his blond hair out of his face. He tried to take the easiest path, as it was obvious that Erestor was still in terrible pain. It was past noon when they rode up to the Last Homely House. As he had ridden in, a soldier went to stop him but then a shocked look crossed his face seeing Erestor and he quickly waved him on

Elrond was outside talking to Golradir about the best way to defend Imladris should anyone be insane enough to attack their inner defenses. He rushed over to Gildor, seeing he had an injured elf with him. It took a moment to register who it was he was helping and Elrond could not help but to stare in shock. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to ask any questions as Erestor started screaming and struggling while they tried to help him. He was still asleep, and Elrond was afraid of him hurting himself worse. He did the only thing he could and tried to rouse the dreaming elf.

“Erestor! Wake my friend, you are safe now.”

Erestor’s eyes finally opened, staring at Elrond in disbelief. “Elrond?”

“It is I, Gildor found you, you are home now. We are going to take care of you.”

Erestor nodded, trying not to cry out as they carried him inside.

In all the excitement, they had missed the face peering out the upstairs window, watching as tears streamed down his face. Erestor’s cries had woke Elladan from his nap and he had made sure not to wake his brother as he moved toward the window, but now it didn’t matter. All he cared about was seeing his tutor. He ran to the door, and throwing it open, made his way hurriedly to the healing wing. In his haste and blinded by tears, he failed to notice Glorfindel, until he ran in to him. Glorfindel picked him up and wiped his tears away.

“What is wrong peneth? And where are you headed in such a hurry?
Elladan wiped his nose on his sleeve, taking a sobbing breath.

“Ere..Erestor.. i..is back and he..he is hurt.. I..I want..want to see him.

“I know, Elladan, but you cannot see him now. Your father is taking care of him, and it would be better if you were to see him later.”

The poor elfling had started to hiccup from crying so hard, making it hard for him as he tried to speak. “But I.. *Hiccup* I was cheeky with him the.. *Hiccup* last time he was teach.. *Hiccup* teaching us. The day before he…” Glorfindel put a finger to his lips silencing him, before picking him up.

“What happened to Erestor is not your fault. It is because there are people who are not very nice. Do you understand?” Glorfindel looked at him with sympathetic eyes as he carried him towards his mother’s room. He really was too big to be carried but it was comforting, and at that moment, he did not care what anyone passing by would think of his tears or the sight of him being carried by the Balrog slayer.

Finally, they reached their destination, and Glorfindel knocked on the door.

“Enter!”

His mother’s voice rang sweetly from the other side. As they entered, Celebrìan stood, seeing the tear stained face of her son. Glorfindel shook his head as she started to ask what had happened. He handed Elladan a glass of water to help with his hiccups, before pulling the Lady out in to the hall. He whispered to avoid Elladan from over hearing.

“Erestor was found by Gildor. I was on my way to tell you when I ran in to Elladan. Elrond didn’t want him to know yet, but it appears he found out somehow. He was on his way to the healing wing, it would not be good for him to see Erestor the way he is.

Celebrìan nodded in understanding. “I agree. He still has a crush on Erestor and it would shatter him to see him if he is hurt.”

Glorfindel nodded, “I know. Tell him I will take him to see Erestor as soon as he is well enough.”

“I will.” And with that, she turned and headed back inside, to comfort her son.

Glorfindel had made his way to the healing wing, where Gildor met him.

“I am sorry to interrupt you, Lord Glorfindel, but I need to deliver this message.” He handed Glorfindel the letter.

Breaking open the royal seal of Mirkwood, he began to read it, as Elrond would be busy for quite sometime. “Oh no! This can’t be true.”

Gildor nodded a tired sadness taking over his features. “It is.”

Glorfindel ran a shaking hand through his hair. “I will speak with Elrond and see what we can do. Go get some rest; you look like you haven’t slept in a week.” Slowly, the messenger turned and headed for his chambers that were always kept open for him and Glorfindel headed in to the healing room.

He stood there watching his Lord take care of Erestor, trying to delay the message. As if not saying it would not make it not true. Finally, he cleared his throat and in a shaking voice. “Lord Elrond, I have just read a message from Lord Thranduil.”

Elrond didn’t like the hesitation and sorrow he heard in the voice of his Seneschal. “What did he have to say?”

“He will not be able to command his part of the offensive we had planned. Apparently the Lady of Mirkwood was assassinated in her sleep a week ago. He will be sending one of his advisors, but as you can understand, his whole family is in mourning.”

Elrond nodded, swallowing hard. “I will write a reply as soon as I am finished.” Glorfindel nodded and turned for the door. “And Glorfindel.”

“Yes M’lord?”

“Send someone to watch over my wife.”

Glorfindel nodded. “Of course, M’lord.

And with that, Glorfindel hurried out to carry out his orders.


It was about an hour later that Elladan found himself sitting across a table from Elrohir, eating apples and honey biscuits while playing with their little wooden wardens. They had been a gift from their Attar on their 25th begetting day. On a normal day, it was one of Elladan’s favorite toys, but he just couldn’t shake the pained cries of Erestor. He hadn’t been close enough to see his injuries, save for an arrow wound. Elrohir kept trying to reassure him, but it wasn’t working.

“Look, Elladan, we both know that Ada can fix everything. I am sure that Erestor will be just fine.”

Elladan frowned, “You don’t understand, Elrohir, he is hurt really bad. Glorfindel wouldn’t let me see him.”

“You are only this worried because you like him like Ada likes Amme.”

Elladan looked up rage in his eyes looking like a miniature version of an angry version of Elrond.

“You take that back!!” He yelled, pointing a finger at his brother.

“Or what?” asked Elrohir, sure his brother wouldn’t do anything, when suddenly Elladan’s fist hit him in the nose, knocking him backwards. As soon as Elladan had done so, he jumped up and ran over to check on his brother, who had blood running down his face.

“I am sorry, Ro! I didn’t mean it!!!”

He helped his brother up to his feet. Elrohir looked at how upset his brother appeared to be and nodded. “I know. I am sorry I said what I did.” Elladan handed his brother a cloth to hold on his nose.

It was certainly not the first time they had covered up a fight between themselves. They were actually getting to be quite good at it. They agreed to try to behave themselves and sat down to finish their homework that Glorfindel would want to see in the morning. He was filling in for Erestor since he had been gone. Now both of the twins could not wait to have him back. Glorfindel had become too serious as of late. Even the Balrog Slayer couldn’t make all of elvish history interesting, and Erestor was better at explaining it to them. Apparently, he had had much experience when he had to teach their uncle Elros. They had even heard Erestor tell their Ada that they were easier to teach than he and his brother, and they planned to make life easier on Erestor when he returned.

It took several hours before Elrond finally finished working on Erestor. His Counselor should have been dead. Erestor had woken up once and they talked for a while before he would drink the tea to put him to back to sleep. Elrond had learned that Erestor did not remember everything that had happened and Elrond was grateful for it; he did not want to think about what his advisor had been through. He didn’t know what kept him here, but what ever it was, he was thankful for it. He was tired of losing friends and family. His thoughts were interrupted as the sleeping herbs started wearing off. Elrond sighed as he moved to hold down the injured elf as his mind was again wracked by the nightmares, causing him to struggle against unseen enemies. “Erestor, wake up!!” Once again tired eyes opened, taking a moment to focus on the face of his Lord, who reached over and picked up a cup and handed it to his patient, who refused to take it. “ We have been through this Erestor, you need rest.”

“I do not want to sleep, nighnightmares….”

Elrond set the cup aside sighing; he couldn’t force him to drink it. “Just, do not get any ideas about leaving this bed.”

Erestor nodded.

“If the pain gets to be too much, and you change your mind, call for me and I will give you something for it. I wish I could stay but it is late and I am afraid I have a lot of things to take care of on the morrow.”

Once again, he nodded in understanding and closed his eyes, focusing on how nice it was to lay in a real bed with a pillow. He heard the door close, jumping as Elrond left. He tried not to think on the fact that he was actually afraid to be alone, how silly, he was a grown elf. He knew he had been through a lot but he did not really remember it. There was pain, and he remembered running. Mostly what he felt was guilt, but he could not remember why. Suddenly he heard the door open almost silently, causing his eyes to fly open. He swallowed his heart back down, seeing the rumpled elfling standing in the doorway with a stuffed horse.

“Elladan? What are you doing here?” He watched the youngster pad over to him waiting for an answer. “You should be sleeping.” He was not about to admit it but it was somewhat comforting to have the company, even that of an elfling.

Elladan held out the horse for him. “I thought you might be lonely so, I brought you something to keep you company.”

Taking the horse carefully, smiling for the first time in forever. “Thank you Elladan.”

Trying not to move too much, he placed it next to his pillow and patted the bed next to him. Elladan slowly climbed up in to the bed, carefully trying not to add anymore to the obvious pain of his tutor, as a silent tear slips down the boys face. Seeing the tears, Erestor quietly questioned his young charge.

“Why are you crying, Elladan?”

“Because even though Glorfindel says it is not my fault that you got hurt, I still feel like if I had not misbehaved, then maybe it would not have happened.”

“Do not cry young one. Glorfindel is right. There is nothing you could have done differently to change what has happened.”

Elladan sat up, doing his best to stop his tears. “Well, then I will watch over you to make sure it does not happen again.”

Erestor ran his fingers through the boy’s hair admiringly. “You, are very brave, Elladan, now lay down. I cannot sleep so let me watch over you while you rest. I am sure you have studies to attend to in the morning.” Pulling Elladan’s head down to his shoulder gently, settling the child against his side, Erestor listened to the soon rhythmic breathing of the sleeping elfling, never quite finding sleep himself.