Erestor's Torment
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Confusion
Title: Erestor's Torment ct 8
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.
Morcorban walked back in to the room, his expression neutral. The dark elf took his place at the head of the table . “Shall we begin?”
Celeborn spoke up first, “We are willing to help your people in fighting Melkor, we will allow diplomatic relations, we will come aid you,and we would expect the same of you, but first you must release the prisoners that you hold captive.”
Morcorban seemed to think on this for the moment, a leather clad finger taping against his lip. “We could release most oem, em, but some are held for crimes against our people. I am sure you understand this as you all have several prisoners yourselves, whom I would expect you to release as well.”
“Of course, that is only fair.” Noted Celeborn.
The debating continued back and forth for what seemed like hours before an urgent knocking came upon the door.
Morcorban frowned, “Enter!”
The door swung over to reveal a wide eyed advisor with stitches across his forehead and a broken nose.
“M’lord, I need to speak with you. It is most urgent.”
Morcorban sighed unhappily , “Please excuse me, I shall return.” With that he stood and walked out closing the door closing it behind him, but it did not stop them from hearing the menacing tone in the voice.
“This had better be important, Brilion, you do not wish me to be any more unhappy than what I am with you.”
The three rulers did not hear the rest of the conversation only Morcorban uttering a long string orsesrses before barking orders at Brilion, “Have Carchthoron lock him up. I will be there in a moment! I will deal with him personally.”
The door opened and Morcorban walked back in, nodding in a hurried manner to all in attendance.
“I fear that the negotiations will have to be continued at a later date, our king has been assassinated. I will have someone show you to your rooms.”
Elrond sighed, there had been too much loss for all.
“Is there anything we can do to help you, as a show of good faith between our peoples?"
“The offer is appreciated but we have already apprehended the assassin. It is just a matter of finding out who sent him though I have a strong suspicion of who.”
Morcorban left abruptly. As soon as they all knew he was out of earshot, Thranduil spoke up. “ This is not right; I do not like this at all. Now I have to wonder why was the king not in here negotiating with us.”
Elrond crossed his arms as he spoke to his friend. “Now we should not jump to conclusions; there have been many odd happenings even with in our own borders. Let us go to our rooms and discuss things so that we can be ready when these talks resume. I, for one, am ready to go home.”
“I agree but it would be rude for us to leave now.” Noted Celeborn.
“I agree so let us take every measure to cut our visit short.” Added Thranduil
**
Morcorban stood over the body of his uncle, he looked peaceful and serenely tifutiful even in death, his body had already been cleaned and his long brown hair braided, a sheet covered his body up to his neck.
Somewhere deep inside of himself, some of the old Morcorban was trying to surface, the one who had been a quiet scholar, the one who would never had hurt anyone, the one who had known love and compassion. He thought he felt a faint memory of something that felt like pain surface.
He almost wished he could feel sorry for his uncle but he had only helped him descend in to the darkness. He had used him and the part of him that the now dead king had helped create did not feel such things for his victims. He was merely another addition to the nameless faces that haunted his dreams every night, and now it was time to go create another when he punished the killer that he had set loose upon his guardian.
What did it matter? It was not as if he could hate himself any more. He could feel the madness with in him. He was not even sure which thoughts were really his anymore. At this moment, he would do anything just to have his own life back but that was impossible. It was time to go out and face his people. He had no choice but to lead them down the road he was already on.
He did not flinch when suddenly, he felt Carchthoron’s hand rest upon his shoulder. “It had to be done, Morcorban. You know this yet you stand here regretting it. Why? Through you, our Lord will unite our people and thenwillwill be able to rule all as one. Yet if I did not know better, I would think that you were starting to have second thoughts.”
He shrugged the hand off and turned for the door, “I know my place, Carchthoron. I do not need to be reminded.”
Suddenly he was slammed against the wall, Carchthoron’s hand pinning him firmly by the throat. Morcorban grabbed it, holding on though he knew it would be futile to struggle against the warrior.
“Do not forget your place, Moran, an, you are a puppet and nothing more, do not fuck this up or you will regret it. I think you have feelings for the counselor from Imladris. Though you have a funny way of showing it.”
The warrior laughed as he dropped Morcorban to the ground, leaving him heaving for breath as Melkor’s general headed for the door.
“It would be a shame if he were to find out that his cousin had been your lover before you murdered him. They do look soooo much alike. Do they I t I think you torture him because it was all his fault what happened to the bof yof you. It was his idea to ride out that day you were captured, was it not?”
“I torture him because Melkor forced me to do it, I raped him because Melkor took control o min mind and I had no choice, and you know it. And as far as Caladduath, I killed him to save him. I am glad he is dead because now no one else can hurt him ever again. There are things far worse than death, as you should know by now.”
“I’m glad you understand that, keep it in mind, I would love nothing more than to make you beg for death. You do not know how much I hate taking orders from you.” The warrior walked back over delivering a hard kick to Morcorban’s ribs, grinning like a wellfed cat at the resounding crack...
“If I were you, I would not go to sleep tonight. I am not sure you would like your wake up call. I am off to do your bidding now. Good night, my King.”
Morcorban ignored the sarcasm in the statement, just glad to be alone.
Pulling himself to his feet, he cradled his broken ribs, whispering to Caladduath where ever he may be. “I am glad you escaped your nightmare. I wish someone would rescue me from mine.” He straightened his robes to cover the dark bruises forming at his throat and covering the body of his uncle before walking out and closing the door.
**
Morcorban was relieved to find the party from Imladris still up even though it was past 1 am. He had had to wait for Carchthoron to go to sleep and Melkor to be satisfied enough to leave his mind before talking to them. He only hoped they would be able to put it all together. He could hear them debating about the present situation and when he knocked on their door. With in moments, he found himself looking Lord Celeborn in the eyes. “Lord Celeborn, I am sorry to bother you so late. I am afraid I will not be able to continue these negotiations for sometime. I have set provisions for you and your party to return on the marrow.”
Celeborn nodded “Of course.”
Morcorban bit his lip for a minute, “ou fou find it acceptable, I would send an asadosador with you to Imladris to help keep the line of communication open between our peoples.”
Elrond having heard came to the door. “That would be fine.”
“ Verry well. You should rest. I would not have you linger at this time. You will go early in the morning.” Morcorban had to fight to keep the relief off of his face as he handed Elrond a letter." Please give this to Erestor. It is my formal apology. I am having some of your prisoners released and they will be ready to go on the morro
Elrond and Celeborn both stared at him in shock, just nodding.
Morcorban turned and walked away, leaving them staring after him.He had too much to do to waste time.
Back in the room, Elrond looked at Celeborn raising a brow. "That was very odd. Something is not right." noted Elrond.
"Something has not been right from the very moment we arrived. I will be glad in the morning when we ride out of here."
Elrond nodded in agreement and both elf lords turned for bed to get what rest they could before they had to go.
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.
Morcorban walked back in to the room, his expression neutral. The dark elf took his place at the head of the table . “Shall we begin?”
Celeborn spoke up first, “We are willing to help your people in fighting Melkor, we will allow diplomatic relations, we will come aid you,and we would expect the same of you, but first you must release the prisoners that you hold captive.”
Morcorban seemed to think on this for the moment, a leather clad finger taping against his lip. “We could release most oem, em, but some are held for crimes against our people. I am sure you understand this as you all have several prisoners yourselves, whom I would expect you to release as well.”
“Of course, that is only fair.” Noted Celeborn.
The debating continued back and forth for what seemed like hours before an urgent knocking came upon the door.
Morcorban frowned, “Enter!”
The door swung over to reveal a wide eyed advisor with stitches across his forehead and a broken nose.
“M’lord, I need to speak with you. It is most urgent.”
Morcorban sighed unhappily , “Please excuse me, I shall return.” With that he stood and walked out closing the door closing it behind him, but it did not stop them from hearing the menacing tone in the voice.
“This had better be important, Brilion, you do not wish me to be any more unhappy than what I am with you.”
The three rulers did not hear the rest of the conversation only Morcorban uttering a long string orsesrses before barking orders at Brilion, “Have Carchthoron lock him up. I will be there in a moment! I will deal with him personally.”
The door opened and Morcorban walked back in, nodding in a hurried manner to all in attendance.
“I fear that the negotiations will have to be continued at a later date, our king has been assassinated. I will have someone show you to your rooms.”
Elrond sighed, there had been too much loss for all.
“Is there anything we can do to help you, as a show of good faith between our peoples?"
“The offer is appreciated but we have already apprehended the assassin. It is just a matter of finding out who sent him though I have a strong suspicion of who.”
Morcorban left abruptly. As soon as they all knew he was out of earshot, Thranduil spoke up. “ This is not right; I do not like this at all. Now I have to wonder why was the king not in here negotiating with us.”
Elrond crossed his arms as he spoke to his friend. “Now we should not jump to conclusions; there have been many odd happenings even with in our own borders. Let us go to our rooms and discuss things so that we can be ready when these talks resume. I, for one, am ready to go home.”
“I agree but it would be rude for us to leave now.” Noted Celeborn.
“I agree so let us take every measure to cut our visit short.” Added Thranduil
**
Morcorban stood over the body of his uncle, he looked peaceful and serenely tifutiful even in death, his body had already been cleaned and his long brown hair braided, a sheet covered his body up to his neck.
Somewhere deep inside of himself, some of the old Morcorban was trying to surface, the one who had been a quiet scholar, the one who would never had hurt anyone, the one who had known love and compassion. He thought he felt a faint memory of something that felt like pain surface.
He almost wished he could feel sorry for his uncle but he had only helped him descend in to the darkness. He had used him and the part of him that the now dead king had helped create did not feel such things for his victims. He was merely another addition to the nameless faces that haunted his dreams every night, and now it was time to go create another when he punished the killer that he had set loose upon his guardian.
What did it matter? It was not as if he could hate himself any more. He could feel the madness with in him. He was not even sure which thoughts were really his anymore. At this moment, he would do anything just to have his own life back but that was impossible. It was time to go out and face his people. He had no choice but to lead them down the road he was already on.
He did not flinch when suddenly, he felt Carchthoron’s hand rest upon his shoulder. “It had to be done, Morcorban. You know this yet you stand here regretting it. Why? Through you, our Lord will unite our people and thenwillwill be able to rule all as one. Yet if I did not know better, I would think that you were starting to have second thoughts.”
He shrugged the hand off and turned for the door, “I know my place, Carchthoron. I do not need to be reminded.”
Suddenly he was slammed against the wall, Carchthoron’s hand pinning him firmly by the throat. Morcorban grabbed it, holding on though he knew it would be futile to struggle against the warrior.
“Do not forget your place, Moran, an, you are a puppet and nothing more, do not fuck this up or you will regret it. I think you have feelings for the counselor from Imladris. Though you have a funny way of showing it.”
The warrior laughed as he dropped Morcorban to the ground, leaving him heaving for breath as Melkor’s general headed for the door.
“It would be a shame if he were to find out that his cousin had been your lover before you murdered him. They do look soooo much alike. Do they I t I think you torture him because it was all his fault what happened to the bof yof you. It was his idea to ride out that day you were captured, was it not?”
“I torture him because Melkor forced me to do it, I raped him because Melkor took control o min mind and I had no choice, and you know it. And as far as Caladduath, I killed him to save him. I am glad he is dead because now no one else can hurt him ever again. There are things far worse than death, as you should know by now.”
“I’m glad you understand that, keep it in mind, I would love nothing more than to make you beg for death. You do not know how much I hate taking orders from you.” The warrior walked back over delivering a hard kick to Morcorban’s ribs, grinning like a wellfed cat at the resounding crack...
“If I were you, I would not go to sleep tonight. I am not sure you would like your wake up call. I am off to do your bidding now. Good night, my King.”
Morcorban ignored the sarcasm in the statement, just glad to be alone.
Pulling himself to his feet, he cradled his broken ribs, whispering to Caladduath where ever he may be. “I am glad you escaped your nightmare. I wish someone would rescue me from mine.” He straightened his robes to cover the dark bruises forming at his throat and covering the body of his uncle before walking out and closing the door.
**
Morcorban was relieved to find the party from Imladris still up even though it was past 1 am. He had had to wait for Carchthoron to go to sleep and Melkor to be satisfied enough to leave his mind before talking to them. He only hoped they would be able to put it all together. He could hear them debating about the present situation and when he knocked on their door. With in moments, he found himself looking Lord Celeborn in the eyes. “Lord Celeborn, I am sorry to bother you so late. I am afraid I will not be able to continue these negotiations for sometime. I have set provisions for you and your party to return on the marrow.”
Celeborn nodded “Of course.”
Morcorban bit his lip for a minute, “ou fou find it acceptable, I would send an asadosador with you to Imladris to help keep the line of communication open between our peoples.”
Elrond having heard came to the door. “That would be fine.”
“ Verry well. You should rest. I would not have you linger at this time. You will go early in the morning.” Morcorban had to fight to keep the relief off of his face as he handed Elrond a letter." Please give this to Erestor. It is my formal apology. I am having some of your prisoners released and they will be ready to go on the morro
Elrond and Celeborn both stared at him in shock, just nodding.
Morcorban turned and walked away, leaving them staring after him.He had too much to do to waste time.
Back in the room, Elrond looked at Celeborn raising a brow. "That was very odd. Something is not right." noted Elrond.
"Something has not been right from the very moment we arrived. I will be glad in the morning when we ride out of here."
Elrond nodded in agreement and both elf lords turned for bed to get what rest they could before they had to go.