Erestor's Torment

Title: Erestor's Torment Ct. 5

Author: Iamme

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.

Elladan yawned and woke up in a strange but comfortable room. He
could smell cinnamon apples and honey biscuits. He sat up slowly,
yawning and looked around, trying to remember how he had gotten
here. The last thing he remembered, he had been at home in his
room. He looked over to see Elrohir sleeping next to him, helping
him to ease his fears a little. His brother was here so nothing bad
could have happened. Ada must have had them moved, but where was
Glorfindel?

Elladan finally stood up, resting his feet on the cold stone floor
for a moment before moving for the door. He tried pulling on it to
find it locked, and suddenly, he realized that he was not wearing
the same jammies as when they had gone to bed last night. He ran
over to Elrohir, shaking him and whispering as loudly as one could
possibly whisper.

"Wake up Elrohir!"

Elrohir groaned and rolled over. "Amme, I do not want to go to do
studies today. I am tired."

Elladan frowned, seeing that his brother was going to be hard to
wake up. He slapped his brother on the arm hard. Whack!!

"Ow!" Elrohir screamed jumping up. "I am going to tell Ada on
you !"

Elladan groaned, "I am sorry, brother, but we are in trouble. We are
not at home and not in our jammies and the door is locked."

**

Elrond rode towards Morgur, a worried expression on his face as they
passed through the forest that normally offered him so much comfort.
He could only imagine what was happening with his sons.

Celeborn rode up next to Elrond, trying to hide his own fear to help
strengthen his son in law. "They will be fine, Elrond, we will make
it in time."

Elrond looked at Celeborn. "What happens should the twins decide to
take matters into their own hands and try to escape?"

"They are smart elflings, Elrond. They will wait for you, I am
sure," noted Thranduil.

Elrond looked at Celeborn and then Golradir. Realization hitting
all of them at the same time, all three of them spurred their
horses onward at a frantic pace, leaving the rest of the party
staring after them.

**


Elladan was pacing the small room, taking notes on what was there. A
bed a table with two chairs, their breakfast, and a wash basin with
some soap and water and a pair of washcloths and towels.

Elrohir watched his brother as he sat eating his
breakfast. "Elladan, your apples are getting cold and your milk is
getting warm, and I am still hungry. If you do not cond end eat it,
I am going to. "

"Are you not just a little curious as to what is happening?"
Questioned Elladan as he pulled one of the cases off of the pillows.

"Yes, but I am hungry too..." grumbled Elladan.

"Well, hurry up because I need the cups and bowls when you are done."

Elrohir looked at Elladan and realized his brother was planning
something and his eyes lit up. The elfling quickly devoured his
brother's food before he rushed over. Elladan thrust a pillowcase
in to his hands as he began to whisper in Elrohir's ear.

"That is a great plan Elladan. But what is it is not who you think?
We would hurt Ada."

Elladan shook his head "Ada would not lock us in."

Elrohir nodded in agreement before hurrying off to set things in
motion.

**

Morcorban stood at the window of his office watching the approaching
elves. They seemed to be riding as if a balrog were after them. He
would let the elflings go either way. He would do a lot of things,
but hurting a child was not one of them.

"Hopefully, this war will be over before Arien sets tonight," he
stated to no one in particular as he motioned to one of his
advisors. "Go check on the elflings. Do not let them escape but do
not harm them. If either happens, you will not like the outcome."

The advisor nodded and quickly hurried out to do his lord's bidding.

The dark lord's brow rose, seeing a party of elves trailing behind
the first, wondering why they were not all together?

"How very odd." Suddenly a thought occurred to him. He turned to
his captain who was standing and watching the approaching
party. "Carchthoron, I want you to go and make sure all is well. I
have a strange feeling that he is going to underestimate the
elflings."

"Not to question you, Lord Morcorban, but they are children. How
much damage can they do?"

"Anyone you underestimate can be dangerous, no matter how small or
docile."

His captain turned with out another word and headed out the door
towards the guest quarters.

The advisor made the way towards the room holding the twins. What
could possibly go wrong? They were just children. He opened the
door, stepping inside without looking and before he realized it, a
soapy cloth hit him in the eyes, blinding him. With a scream, he
tried to move to close the door when he was pushed from behind as
he was tripped over a sheet. The last thing he remembered was the
sound of shattering glass as he was hit over the head.

Elladan looked at the unconscious elf lying on the floor. "That
worked better than I thought it would." Elrohir nodded as they ran
for the door.


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Glorfindel woke up with pain radiating through out his body.

"I did not know Erestor could fight like that."

Suddenly, at the thought of Erestor, Glorfindel jumped up.

"Err!! r!! The Twins!! I have to tell Elrond!"

A healer came over, trying to calm the wounded elf. "M'lord
Glorfindel, you need to rest."

"But I need to speak to Elrond!"

"Lord Elrond is not here. He has gone to try to work on a truce with
the Moriquendi. The twins were taken and you were injured.
Counselor Erestor is in a cell till Lord Elrond can return to try to
help him. Now you should try to lay down to rest."

He looked at the healer like he had lost his mind. "I will not, I am
needed."

He pushed past the elf trying to block the doorway and ran out into
the halls,ignoring his pain. The healer simply shook his head and
went to work on something to help get the Elf Lord back into bed
where he belonged. Glorfindel made his way to his rooms and changed
into more appropriate clothing before heading down to the prison.

Erestor sat against his pillow, half-heartedly flipping through his
book. He hated being locked away. It reminded him too much of his
ordeal, but he hated the fact even more that he had caused so much
pain to those around him. He looked over at the plate of food and
sighed. It looked delicious but he did not want to eat. He simply
wanted to sleep, but that seemed to be a thing of the past. The
potions they had forced upon him were still affecting him and he
began to wonder if he would ever be free of their effects. He let
the book drop on to the table next to him, before turning over as
far as the chain around his ankle would allow.

"Erestor?"

Erestor looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. "Glorfindel!
You are well?" He sat up, looking towards the door.

"I will be fine, but I have to know? Why did you do what you did?"

Erestor looked down. It was finally time for him to speak up about
what had happened. Since he had hurt Glorfindel, he felt he deserved
an explanation.

"I did not mean it, Glorfindel. It was not me. It was as if someone
else had control over my body and all I could do was watch. It was
so much like the rest of my life since the day they dragged me into
Mor-gur; a nightmare I cannot wake up from. He made me do it, it was
his plan all along."

Glorfindel tilted his head while studying his friend. "Who made you
do it, Erestor?"

"Morcorban, the elf who tortured me." Erestor felt his fist clench
at the name, the very sound of it causing his stomach to knot in
fear.

Glorfindel nodded, watching him, head resting against the bars. "Are
you going to be ok?"

Erestor nodded, knowing it was far from the truth but what was he to
say? `Yes Glorfindel I am fine. I was tortured. I stabbed my best
friend and helped my worst enemy kidnap my Lord's sons and my pupils
but I am perfectly chipper.'

"I am sorry, Erestor. That was not what I meant to say. I meant to
say that I forgive you and I know it is not your fault. Do you need
anything?"

Erestor looked up at Glorfindel, thinking for a moment. "Someone to
talk to would be nice, I think."

Glorfindel nodded and walked to the desk where the logbook was kept
and pulled the chair over. He sat down and leaned against the
bars. "I am listening ."


Erestor licked his lips fumbling with the blanket trying to think of
how to began as Glorfindel waited patiently.

"I am afraid, Glorfindel. I feel ... lost. I am not the elf I use to
be. The things they did. I am not sure if I can continue on like
this; I will never be the same. I relive it almost every moment. It
does not matter if I am asleep or awake."

"You could sail to the Undying Lands."

Erestor shook his head. "I will have to deal with it before then. I
would not survive at this moment to make it to the Undying Lands; It
is destroying me, Glorfindel. I cannot fade, I cannot die with out
actually harming myself. I will go insane if I am unable to find a
way to cope with it."

"Then when Elrond returns, if you wish, I will go with you and talk
to him. All will be well in time, Erestor."

"I do not know if I can say what they did to me, Glorfindel. I am
afraid of someone actually knowing what happened. I know that sounds
insane but I cannot help it. I do not wish for them to think of me
in the situation I was in."

"But that is what you need Erestor. You need to share what happened.
We will think no less of you; I cannot begin to imagine what
happened there; you had to be strong to survive and not be insane
now."

"Damn it, Glorfindel; I am insane. Do you not see it? I cracked! I
told them everything they wanted to know! I failed!" Erestor fell
back against the pillows and closed his eyes, tears running down his
face.

"I do not consider you a failure. No one could have gone through
what you did and not have eventually given in. Do you not see that
we respect you just as much as we ever did? You need time, my
friend, to heal. Take sometime off and rest. Do not push yourself or
it will end up killing you. We all need you, Erestor, even those of
us who do not always show it."

Erestor nodded, looking towards Glorfindel. "I will try; but it will
take sometime."

"I will be here to help you. Now I hear the healers guild heading
down here to drag me back to the healing wing so I must go; but, you
are not rid of me and I will return."

"Thank you Glorfindel." Glorfindel nodded and stood before heading
up the stairs.