Erestor's Torment
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Dreams and decisions
Title: Erestor's Torment Ct. 9
Type: FP
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.
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It was a couple of hours later that the ambassador knocked on their door, a bleary eyed Thranduil opening the door to see an elf with blond hair and blue eyes but kind of on the short side for an elf. “Yes?”
“ Merillam, the ambassador that is going to go with you. We must go now; hurry please."
Thranduil rubbed his eyes, "Why so early?"
The ambassador frowned. "I have no time to explain now, but you are all in danger. We must go."
Thranduil nodded and dragged the other lords out of bed along with their troop of advisors.
With in half an hour, they were on their way out of Morgur with 20 released prisoners, and the provisions they would need to feed them and take care of them till they reached Imladris.
***************
Morcorban stood at the window, teeth biting into the leather of his glove, as he watching the party from Imladris leave. He paced back and forth madly for several minutes, before dropping into his chair.
"I have gone insane!"
The little voice that used to be his conscience spoke to him and said he was wrong. He was actually becoming more sane than he had been in an age. "You are doing what you know is right." It told him and he nodded and leaned back, closing his eyes. He had started and now he would finish regardless of the pain it would cost him. He at least knew that soon Erestor would be free from them. His mind began to seek out Erestor and did not take long to find him.
He could feel the counselor, submerged in the web of nightmares that had plagued him since he had left Mo. Mo. Moban ban knew he could do nothing about that, but he could help keep him from being locked into the same mental prison he was in.
The Dark King felt the cold fear, he knew he would pay dearly for this. He could only hope that he succeeded in his goal.The futures of so many rested on it. Then he did something he had not done since that day so long ago when fate had become so cruel to him. He began to mutter a silent prayer to the Valar, begging them for this one last thing. It was too late for him. At least, let him do one good thing to help someone else.
*****
Erestor could not remember falling asleep, but there he stood before Morcorban, stood staring at his nemesis for a long moment before finding his voice.
"What part of me do you want now?"
Morcorban sighed, "I deserved that, but I have not come to hurt you this time. I have come to help you."
"Help me? Why would you do that?"
“I do not have time to explain everything Erestor.. I am sorry. I know that is not enough though so, I have come to warn you."
"Warn me about what ?"
Morcorban started to pace like a caged warg. "Melkor... he... he has plans to ... use Elrond’s sons against him when they reach their majority. I do not know how but as sas set it in motion already. I know that there is a spy with in the borders of Imladris and you are not him. I have sent a letter with the potion that will release you."
Erestor eyed him warily, “Why do you suddenly want to help me?"
Morcorban closed his eyes, fighting back tears that he did not even know he had any more, "Because I did not want to hurt you in the first place."
Erestor laughed bitterly, "Tell me then what on Arda could force you to take such an action against me, and all the rest of your own kind?"
Morcorban tore off his gloves revealing scared hands, not random accidental scars. Scars someone had put there, created by molten mithril, lain out in an elaborate pattern Erestor recognized as Melkor's symbol and it made him shudder.
“I am Melkor’s servant!! I have no choice. I have no life of my own! It was stolen from me long ago!!
Erestor frowned, "How did this happen?
“We were captured by orcs, my lover and I. To save him.. I gave myself over to Melkor willingly. I am his pawn and nothing more."
Morcorban stepped closer to Erestor, running a shaking scared finger down his cheek, “I do like you Erestor, I wish things could have been different. It was not my choice but I cannot undo them now. I know you will never be able to forgive me and I do not want you to. I deserve all of the hate that you have for me.”
Erestor watched as the other elf moved to the window. “I do not hate you. I pity you, what you have been reduced to.”
“I do not want your pity, I want release from this life and nothing more. I am not even allowed to fade or I would have died ages ago. I hate knowing the kind of things I am going to have to continue doing and I hate myself knowing I am powerless to stop it. Thanks to Melkor everything I wanted, everything I cared about has been snatched away from me. You must believe me. I did want you but not like that. I mean…”
Morcorban sighed heavily clenching the window sill, his knuckles white from the strain, saying nothing, for he could not finish his thought and short of that, there was nothing left to be said.
A sob escaped Morcorban’s throat and Erestor walked forward laying a hand on his shoulder. He did not understand why he was doing this but he gently pressed his lips to Morcorban's hair.
“For one night, we will try to forget what has befallen us.”
Morcorban turned and looked at Erestor, his eyes wide with shock. “ I do not understand what you just said?”
Erestor’s answer was to lean in, kissing the elf deeply. Morcorban kissed him back hesitantly before pulling away.
“I…ummm..”
Erestor looked the elf in the eyes. “Do you want this?”
Morcorban swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes....”
“Than shut up and let me kiss you.”
Morcorban’s eyes widened. “But how can you allow…”
Erestor claimed his lips not waiting for him to finish. He made quick work of Morcorban's robes, before quickly pushing him onto the table.
"Erestor leaned down and sucked at the tip of Morcorban's ear. "This time it will be my way, my rules. I am going to be the one to fuck you this time. Is this what you wanted?"
The dark elf whimpered and nodded, feeling helpless to respond any other way. He not only wanted this, he needed it
He could hear the sound of the counselor's robes hitting the floor and then felt the heat of his lips against the base of his spine, slowly working up in a slow torturous path, then fear hit him. He could feel Melkor watching them. He tried to stop Erestor yet his voice would not come, his voice refusing to answer his command.
All he could do was whimper as Erestor's cock slid into him with no oil and nothing to prepare him for the swift entry that he was so used to but it had not been this wonderful for so long. His body cried out at the familiar pain, yet it was soon forgotten. Erestor began to thrust across that spot that had not been touched since he was young and innocent. He had been in the arms of his lover. It had been that last day.
Morcorban shook his head, trying to erase the memories that could break him easier than any physical pain. Erestor was sch lch like him, he began to cry silently as the memories washed over him, memories of a love he tried to bury deep with in so that they could haunt him no longer.
Erestor's hands gripped his hips as he began to pump faster and harder in to Morcorban, his thrusts lifting him off the floor. Morcorban tried to move with the rhythm that had been set but Erestor would have none of it and held him in place taking what he needed from the body beneath him.
Morcorban nearly screamed as Erestor grabbed his erection and begin to stroke it at a quick pace and before Morcorban knew what had happened, he heard Erestor scream his name and he could feel the warmth shooting across his belly and coating his insides in a scalding wave that left him weak and shaking from too many feelings both physical and emotional as they crashed through his walls that he had built so long ago. His wounds were reopened and bleeding and he was not sure if he could heal them this time. He felt Melkor smile evilly and he knew he was in trouble, he knew that his master would make him pay for everything he had done.
**
The elf stood at the door to the cell watching Erestor smiling as he cried out Morcorban's name. Smiling as his body gave into the physical pleasure. He fingered the vial in his pocket and smiled, soon everything would be set in motion and no one would be any the wiser about it. Soon there would be no stopping the inevitable.
Type: FP
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.
*********
It was a couple of hours later that the ambassador knocked on their door, a bleary eyed Thranduil opening the door to see an elf with blond hair and blue eyes but kind of on the short side for an elf. “Yes?”
“ Merillam, the ambassador that is going to go with you. We must go now; hurry please."
Thranduil rubbed his eyes, "Why so early?"
The ambassador frowned. "I have no time to explain now, but you are all in danger. We must go."
Thranduil nodded and dragged the other lords out of bed along with their troop of advisors.
With in half an hour, they were on their way out of Morgur with 20 released prisoners, and the provisions they would need to feed them and take care of them till they reached Imladris.
***************
Morcorban stood at the window, teeth biting into the leather of his glove, as he watching the party from Imladris leave. He paced back and forth madly for several minutes, before dropping into his chair.
"I have gone insane!"
The little voice that used to be his conscience spoke to him and said he was wrong. He was actually becoming more sane than he had been in an age. "You are doing what you know is right." It told him and he nodded and leaned back, closing his eyes. He had started and now he would finish regardless of the pain it would cost him. He at least knew that soon Erestor would be free from them. His mind began to seek out Erestor and did not take long to find him.
He could feel the counselor, submerged in the web of nightmares that had plagued him since he had left Mo. Mo. Moban ban knew he could do nothing about that, but he could help keep him from being locked into the same mental prison he was in.
The Dark King felt the cold fear, he knew he would pay dearly for this. He could only hope that he succeeded in his goal.The futures of so many rested on it. Then he did something he had not done since that day so long ago when fate had become so cruel to him. He began to mutter a silent prayer to the Valar, begging them for this one last thing. It was too late for him. At least, let him do one good thing to help someone else.
*****
Erestor could not remember falling asleep, but there he stood before Morcorban, stood staring at his nemesis for a long moment before finding his voice.
"What part of me do you want now?"
Morcorban sighed, "I deserved that, but I have not come to hurt you this time. I have come to help you."
"Help me? Why would you do that?"
“I do not have time to explain everything Erestor.. I am sorry. I know that is not enough though so, I have come to warn you."
"Warn me about what ?"
Morcorban started to pace like a caged warg. "Melkor... he... he has plans to ... use Elrond’s sons against him when they reach their majority. I do not know how but as sas set it in motion already. I know that there is a spy with in the borders of Imladris and you are not him. I have sent a letter with the potion that will release you."
Erestor eyed him warily, “Why do you suddenly want to help me?"
Morcorban closed his eyes, fighting back tears that he did not even know he had any more, "Because I did not want to hurt you in the first place."
Erestor laughed bitterly, "Tell me then what on Arda could force you to take such an action against me, and all the rest of your own kind?"
Morcorban tore off his gloves revealing scared hands, not random accidental scars. Scars someone had put there, created by molten mithril, lain out in an elaborate pattern Erestor recognized as Melkor's symbol and it made him shudder.
“I am Melkor’s servant!! I have no choice. I have no life of my own! It was stolen from me long ago!!
Erestor frowned, "How did this happen?
“We were captured by orcs, my lover and I. To save him.. I gave myself over to Melkor willingly. I am his pawn and nothing more."
Morcorban stepped closer to Erestor, running a shaking scared finger down his cheek, “I do like you Erestor, I wish things could have been different. It was not my choice but I cannot undo them now. I know you will never be able to forgive me and I do not want you to. I deserve all of the hate that you have for me.”
Erestor watched as the other elf moved to the window. “I do not hate you. I pity you, what you have been reduced to.”
“I do not want your pity, I want release from this life and nothing more. I am not even allowed to fade or I would have died ages ago. I hate knowing the kind of things I am going to have to continue doing and I hate myself knowing I am powerless to stop it. Thanks to Melkor everything I wanted, everything I cared about has been snatched away from me. You must believe me. I did want you but not like that. I mean…”
Morcorban sighed heavily clenching the window sill, his knuckles white from the strain, saying nothing, for he could not finish his thought and short of that, there was nothing left to be said.
A sob escaped Morcorban’s throat and Erestor walked forward laying a hand on his shoulder. He did not understand why he was doing this but he gently pressed his lips to Morcorban's hair.
“For one night, we will try to forget what has befallen us.”
Morcorban turned and looked at Erestor, his eyes wide with shock. “ I do not understand what you just said?”
Erestor’s answer was to lean in, kissing the elf deeply. Morcorban kissed him back hesitantly before pulling away.
“I…ummm..”
Erestor looked the elf in the eyes. “Do you want this?”
Morcorban swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes....”
“Than shut up and let me kiss you.”
Morcorban’s eyes widened. “But how can you allow…”
Erestor claimed his lips not waiting for him to finish. He made quick work of Morcorban's robes, before quickly pushing him onto the table.
"Erestor leaned down and sucked at the tip of Morcorban's ear. "This time it will be my way, my rules. I am going to be the one to fuck you this time. Is this what you wanted?"
The dark elf whimpered and nodded, feeling helpless to respond any other way. He not only wanted this, he needed it
He could hear the sound of the counselor's robes hitting the floor and then felt the heat of his lips against the base of his spine, slowly working up in a slow torturous path, then fear hit him. He could feel Melkor watching them. He tried to stop Erestor yet his voice would not come, his voice refusing to answer his command.
All he could do was whimper as Erestor's cock slid into him with no oil and nothing to prepare him for the swift entry that he was so used to but it had not been this wonderful for so long. His body cried out at the familiar pain, yet it was soon forgotten. Erestor began to thrust across that spot that had not been touched since he was young and innocent. He had been in the arms of his lover. It had been that last day.
Morcorban shook his head, trying to erase the memories that could break him easier than any physical pain. Erestor was sch lch like him, he began to cry silently as the memories washed over him, memories of a love he tried to bury deep with in so that they could haunt him no longer.
Erestor's hands gripped his hips as he began to pump faster and harder in to Morcorban, his thrusts lifting him off the floor. Morcorban tried to move with the rhythm that had been set but Erestor would have none of it and held him in place taking what he needed from the body beneath him.
Morcorban nearly screamed as Erestor grabbed his erection and begin to stroke it at a quick pace and before Morcorban knew what had happened, he heard Erestor scream his name and he could feel the warmth shooting across his belly and coating his insides in a scalding wave that left him weak and shaking from too many feelings both physical and emotional as they crashed through his walls that he had built so long ago. His wounds were reopened and bleeding and he was not sure if he could heal them this time. He felt Melkor smile evilly and he knew he was in trouble, he knew that his master would make him pay for everything he had done.
**
The elf stood at the door to the cell watching Erestor smiling as he cried out Morcorban's name. Smiling as his body gave into the physical pleasure. He fingered the vial in his pocket and smiled, soon everything would be set in motion and no one would be any the wiser about it. Soon there would be no stopping the inevitable.