Ithilion

Ithilion

Title: Ithilion
Author:Githoniel
Part: 1/??
Pairing: Melpomaen/??
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning:AU, slash, male-preg.
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 1

Lorien, 2256 T.A.

They couldn’t hurt him. He felt them staring at him, heard their whispers behind his back, whenever he walked among them. But this didn’t matter to him – they couldn’t hurt him, for he was already dead inside!

In his young life, Melpomaen had seen and done things, that few other elves could even imagine. Being an orphan, he had learned very quick what was required in order to survive.

Before reaching his majority he had worked as a servant in a brothel, on the day of his coming of age, he had received his first customer. For ten years, he had sold his body almost every night to both, elves and men.

Then Gildor Inglorion and his travellers had come to the town. Gildor had shown a liking in the young elf, who was beyond fair. Almost every night, the gipsy lord had paid for Melpomaen’s “services” and when the time had come for Gildor to journey on, the young elf had packed his few belongings and gone with him. Gildor hadn’t always been very kind to him, but 24 years Melpomaen had endured his moods. There were days, when he was treated almost with affection, other days he was beaten or even whipped without a reason.

It had been spring, when the travelling group had arrived in Lorien and Melpomaen felt home in the golden wood at once. He had decided then, that it was time to leave Gildor and had thrown himself at Lord Celeborn’s feet, begging for the permission to stay in Caras Galadhon. Celeborn had shown pity. Melpomaen had been given a talan a little outside the town. He had only been in Lorien for two weeks before his “services” were required again. So the young elf had resumed his old job again.

Many customers had visited him since that day, among them many high ranking warriors, nobles and even Lord Celeborn himself sometimes. It was not only his comeliness that was appreciated, but also his secrecy. Unseen by others, he would slip inside his customer’s talan and one or two hours later disappear again quietly. While most of his nights were just like that, his days Melpomaen spent alone in his talan. Only seldom he went to the market in the town to buy himself some food, scented soaps and oil and sometimes a new book – the only luxury he allowed himself.

Melpomaen knew, who he was and he knew that his appearance in the town offended the other elves. They were right to give him those disgusted glances – they couldn’t hurt him!

***

Melpomaen felt somehow sick that morning, but it was to no use at all – he was running out of supplies, he needed to go to the market today. So he tried to ignore his throbbing head and the feeling of dizziness and was on his way. While he walked through the wood, he pondered about what was wrong with him today. He had two customers last night – nothing unusual. Maybe the wine they had drunk, or the food...

The market was already in sight, when suddenly a pang shot through his body. He felt as if he was stabbed in the stomach – he couldn’t breath anymore and then everything turned to black.


***

When he woke again, Melpomaen was lying on a cot and someone, he had never seen before, was holding his arm, feeling his pulse.
“Ah, welcome back, young friend.”
“Who are you?”
“Healer Deleros. They found you lying unconscious in the street. Have you been sick lately?”
“No – it started just this morning... I felt dizzy and my head hurt.”
“Would you please remove your tunic and let me feel your stomach.”
Melpomaen did as he was bidden. Deleros gently probed his stomach. Suddenly his eyes became wide.
“This cannot be!”
“What is it?” Melpomaen asked anxiously.
The healer pressed his hand to the young elf’s stomach a little more vehemently.
“I – I’m not quite sure, I think I will have to ask our lady about that! You stay here!”
Deleros left and Melpomaen was alone with his fear now. What if he was seriously ill? Never before had he been sick...
After what seemed like forever to the young elf, the healer returned together with Lady Galadriel.
“Hello Melpomaen!” she said. “Is it okay for you if I examine you?”
Melpomaen nodded and Galadriel laid her hand upon his stomach.
“You were right Deleros!” she said after some seconds.
“Right with what? What is wrong with me, why don’t you tell me!” Melpomaens voice revealed his fear.
“You have conceived, my young friend. You are with child!” Deleros stated.
“WHAT? NO! Nononono! You cannot be serious with that!”
“Believe it or not – it is true.”
Tears began to show in Melpomaen’s eyes.
“But – no, I – no, that cannot be... I...”
“Male pregnancies are seldom, but not unheard of!” the healer said. “What about the father?”
Melpomaen blushed.
“I – I don’t know...” he whispered.
Lady Galadriel bent down once more and touched his stomach. She closed her eyes and her face showed deep concentration.
“I can feel your childs soul, Melpomaen – he is already strong!”
But then, she opened her eyes abruptly and stared at the young elf in shock. The childs aura had been strong and also ... familiar.
“No – this cannot be true!” she uttered in disbelief. “Celeborn?”


TBC