Ithilion

Title: Ithilion
Author:Githoniel
Part: 8/??
Pairing: Melpomaen/??
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning:AU, slash, non-con, male-preg mentioned
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: There has never been much happiness in Melpomaen’s life, but when he finds out he is pregnant, he knows things have to change...
Authors Note: // = thoughts, ~~ = memories


Part 8

Melpomaen’s heart stopped beating for a second, when he stared into the face of his former customer and often also tormentor. Haldir took a step closer and toched the younger elves cheek with his fingertips.

“Ah, my little Lorien whore – eh, I meant, scribe, of course!” the Galadhrim said in a mock voice. “Traded the Golden Wood for Imladris it seems, huh? How is business going? I bet you are still worth your price.”

Melpomaen curled his hands to fists. “I don’t do this anymore! I left my past behind me when I left Lorien. This is a new life!”

“A new life - indeed. You made yourself quite comfortable here, living with the young Peredhel lord and even a child? Tel me, Mel, what poor elfmaiden did you get pregnant on your way here?”

Melpomaen paled even more, if that’s possible, when Haldir mentioned his son. //He doesn’t know that I gave life to Ithilion. He mustn’t ever know. If this becomes known in the Golden Wood... Galadriel would never allow that her grandson brings up her husbands child.//

Haldir chuckled over Melpomaen’s silence. “So you don’t want to tell me about your son’s mother? Well, actually I don’t care... keep your little secrets. Speaking of secrets: How did Elrohir react, when you told him of your former life?”

Melpomaen bit his bottom lip and looked at the Galadhrim with anxious eyes.

“Ah, so he doesn’t know. Well, I thought that much. So, sweet little Mel – “Haldir stepped even closer till they stood chest to chest, “ - I bet you want to ensure that your little secret is safe with me.”

Melpomaen shuddered but nodded and Haldir opened the first button of the young elf’s robe and touched the bare smooth chest.

“You’re still pretty, my little whore.... undress now!”

The young scribe took a step backwards. “You cannot be serious! Here? This is Erestors study... the door is unlocked... what if anyone comes in?”

“Then we should hurry,” Haldir stated coldly and shoved Melpomaen into a position, bent over Erestor’s desk. He quickly yanked up the soft fabric, that was Melpomaen’s robe and he himself lowered his pants. When he felt the marchwardens errect member at his hidden entrance, Melpomaen tensed.

“Haldir... I beg you. Use at least some oil... you cannot...”

”There’s no oil here... What shall I use on you? Ink? Now be a good whore and be quiet.”

And with that, he forced Melpomaens legs apart and entered the slender body in front of him with one violent trust.

Melpomaen had a hard time not to scream. He could feel his entrance tear, feel blood running down his leg. He bit his lower lip till he could taste his blood while Haldir mercilessly used him as he pleased. With one final trust and a grunting noise, the Galadhrim spilled deep inside the young elf’s body.

“You’ll come to my quarter, tomorrow after midday meal, when your Peredhel lover is training with the guards.” Haldir laced up his pants again and just sneered at the scribe, who was still bonelessly and bleeding bent over the desk.
“Maybe you should make sure to prepare yourself, before you come tomorrow.... and don’t forget to clean up this mess here, before you leave. What would Lord Elrond think of you, if he’d find you like that!”

This ensured Melpomaens waking from his trance-like state. While Haldir left, the young elf quickly rearranged his robes and cleaned up Erestor’s desk. Gritting his teeth in pain, he slowly walked back to his chambers, carefully avoiding to be seen on his way.

Inside the safety of his own bathroom, he stripped and looked at himself in the mirror with disgust. Marks, where Haldir’s fingers had dug in his flash covered his body, his lip was bleeding and so was the tender entrance of his body.
Melpomaen started to wash his body, he rubbed his skin in abandon, till it had an angry red color. Tears were streaming down his face while he did so. Never before had he felt this dirty, this tainted.

Suddenly, he heard his chamberdoor open and Elrohir calling out for him. Quickly he washed the tears from his face and dressed in a casual robe, that hung at a hook in the bathroom.

“Ro... you are early!” he said while stepping into out of the bathroom.

His elf-knight gave him a blinding smile.

“I hurried to finish my task, so that we would have some time alone before you go and fetch Ithilion.” The younger twin hugged Melpomaen close and licked the sensitive pointed ear.
“I’ve missed you, Mel!”

To turn Elrohir down was the hardest thing for Melpomaen, but he was in no condition to have sex now.

“Ro... I missed you too... but it was a hard day. I’m so exhausted – I just want to sleep a bit. I’m sorry.”

Disappointement and concern showed on Elrohirs face.

“You work to hard, my sweet one. Go to bed and sleep... I’ll take care of Ithilion tonight while you make sure to rest.”

“Thank you, Ro... we’ll make up for this one, once I feel better, I promise...”


But the young elf didn’t have the chance to keep his promise the next week. Even though Erestor was back at work now, the young elf felt permanently exhausted. Almost every day Haldir demanded the scribes presence in his quarters. Afterwards Melpomaen always was miserable. He couldn’t keep any food down, when falling asleep he was plagued by nightmares, his beloved Elrohir’s touch made him tense. Not even his little son could bring a smile to Melpomaen’s face these days.

It was early in the evening, Elrohir was sitting in the garden, next to Arwen, who was looking after Ithilion again. The little elfling stumbled through the autumn foliage, trying to hunt a little butterfly. Every now and then he stumbled and landed on his bottom, which made himself giggle and squeal in delight, when he saw, that he had made Arwen laugh.

Elrohir sighed and leaned back against the trunk of a huge tree.

“I have no idea, what’s wrong with him, Arwen... maybe Mel doesn’t love me anymore!”
“Nonsense! Have you talked to him about your relationship?”

“I’ve tried. But he always claims he’s too tired to discuss that. He barely bears my presence anymore.”

“Melpomaen loves you, Ro. I’m sure he is just working too much. He looks exhausted. You should talk to Erestor and Adar about him, take some time off, both of you and then, everything will be well again. You’ll see! – NO! Ithilion, we don’t eat grass... come here sweetie, come!”

Ithilion stumbled in the two elves direction and Elrohir made a quick move, to catch the little one in his arms and blow a raspberry to his stomach.

The three of them were so caught up in their play, that they didn’t notice another elf approaching.

“What a sweet picture, the three of you!”

“Good evening Haldir!” Arwen said politely and Elrohir nodded towards the marchwarden.

“Ah, this little one really is the newest star in Imladris. You must be quite happy, Elrohir, to have gained such a sweet little son along with your new lover.”

“I am, I can tell you!”

“He will turn into quite a beautiful elf once, look at his hair – his mother’s heritage I would guess!”

“Mother?” Arwen laughed. “Oh, Haldir, did nobody tell you yet? Melpomaen himself is this little hearts ‘mother’. He is one of the few elves, who are blessed with the ability to conceive and give birth to new life... “

Haldir’s features froze.

“How old is Ithilion now?”

“I helped him into this world, not even one year ago. Melpomaen was –“, but Elrohir had no time to finish his words, for Haldir roughly grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

“Where is he?” he shouted enraged.

“Who?”

“That whore you call your lover – where is he?”

“Mind your tongue, marchwarden, or I swear I will forget that you are a guest in Imladris!”

Arwen grabbed Ithilion protectively, fully expecting the two elves to start a fight. Just then, Haldir turned and hissed: “I will also find him without your help!” and ran in the direction of the Last Homely House.

“You keep Ithilion tonight with you Arwen, I’ll need to know, what’s going on between Haldir and Mel!”

And with that, he hurried behind the Galadhrim.


Tbc.


Translation:
Ithilion – son of the moon
Meleth - love