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Scarred Fate	By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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CHAPTER 13: You Always Meet Twice

CHAPTER NOTES

WARNING: if you've read that far, there is nothing to warn about except if you have ignored all the other warnings: talk of violence and child abuse...

SCRIPTS:

'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-

Without thinking, Melpomaen's steps carried him automatically to his superior's chambers, later he would not even remember how he got there but suddenly, it seemed, he stood in front of Erestor's doors. He grabbed the doorknob and just as he wanted to turn it and push open the wooden doors, they glided open themselves.

Melpomaen knitted his brows. He was sure that Erestor would have closed it, as he always did, even when he got to work.

Erestor was very fond of his privacy and almost paranoid he constantly feared someone could intrude into his chambers. For a moment he listened for noises from within. Nothing.

Then he pushed the door open the rest of the way. Not seeing anything that stroke him as odd he proceeded, slowly approaching the wooden writing table of the chief counsellor. Everything in order so far. He began to relax again. Maybe Erestor had been lax and not closed the door, no Elf was impeccable after all and he had been behaving strange the day he had left – no wonder considering the circumstances.

But when his hand reached for the first drawer he hesitated. The lock had been broken, the wood around it damaged. Someone had gained entry to Erestor's rooms. With erratic movements he opened it and frantically searched for an envelope that bore Thalion's name. There was none. Despairing, he opened the second drawer, this time with the key but still he found nothing. Also the third did not contain what he was searching and Melpomaen stood.

Distressed, he pressed a fist to his mouth, trying to calm himself. If they did not find that letter, Erestor was as good as dead.

And how in the name of Eru could someone possibly have known of the letter?

Quickly he ran back to Elrond's rooms where Lindir and Galadriel were waiting for him.

He stopped himself just before rounding the corner that lead to the family wing and straightened his robes. With a calm appearance he passed Haldir again (who gave him an odd look, having heard the scribe's running and rustling) and – civilized, as Erestor would have appreciated it – knocked.

"Yes?" he heard Galadriel's demanding voice and entered.

"My lady. It has been stolen."

She immediately stood "WHAT?"

"No!" Lindir cried out in dismay while Arwen clasped a white hand over her mouth.

Telchar jumped to his foot.

"The door was unlocked and the writing table forced open. There was no letter."

Lindir desperately tore at his white hair.

The captain's second looked darkly to the lady of Lóriën. "So Erestor's family has infiltrated Imladris. They must have been planning this for quite some time."

Galadriel stared out of the windows. "We have to find the traitor and the envelope. We need to know who is behind all this."

Nenya glistened at her hand. "I will know who it is, when he stands before me. Arwen, Telchar, please call everyone in Imladris together, so I can probe their minds. If I do not find the culprit, we know that he fled during the last hour.

He must have heard me reading the letter to Lindir, possibly from a neighbouring room or the balcony."

The soldier nodded determinedly and exited the room with his lady; Galadriel, Melpomaen and Haldir following them.

Lindir stayed behind, feeling utterly lost. He treasured Erestor's friendship beyond anything. Yes he had many fleeting friends, many acquaintances, but with Erestor, he had found his first *true* friend. The one he knew would be there to let him make his own mistakes and help him to pick up the shards afterwards, the one who would not only be his companion in good times but in bad ones also. He could not lose that friendship.

"It will add to the letter … add to … the letter." He whispered, repeating Erestor's words.

Swiftly he pulled out the last remaining letter. The one that was addressed to Thalion. He weighed it in his hands. It was thicker than the others. Erestor had probably recounted his history to his saviour like he had done in the letter for Lindir, only a little bit more detailed.

'Please do not open it.' The words resounded in his mind. "Forgive me."

This time taking the letter opener that still lied on the table he cut the envelop open. He took out the papers and began to read. It enclosed the same story that Erestor had written into his own letter, but more detailed in regard to the events that had happened in Mirkwood.

He mouthed the words that sprung into his eyes.

"My uncle Brandon raised me… advisor at King Thranduil's court … named me Elethael … ". Lindir clenched his teeth. Erestor's uncle had obviously cared for his charge very well. He had only been interested in his ability to foretell the future. That damned ellon had even named Erestor 'all wise'.

Erestor then described his life in Mirkwood, the experimental way in which his family had drugged him to 'get the best results'. More than in his own letter, Erestor characterized his mother's relatives and showed his hate towards them.

Lindir read about the incident on Erestor's 41st birthday, when he had gotten the overdose and how his cousin Fiondil had kept him safe and how they had decided to marry him to one of his cousins.

-l-

My family did not bear me any love. Some of them might have desired to become my mate because that bond was a promise of power, but most did not wish for the restrictions that came with it. The only one who might have, in some way, truly cared for me was Fiondil, the youngest of my cousins, but the smartest also. Be sure to never underestimate him.

Although he kind of saved me in that fateful night, he is in my opinion the most dangerous of them all. For beyond anything else he is of an egoistic nature and being the youngest of my cousins, he has ever learned to play intrigues so clever and smart that he would soon have pulled the strings within our family if not for his father, my uncle. Brandon knows his son too well, and that is why Fiondil, although claiming he loved me, was not to be my husband. Brandon wished for his eldest son to bind with me.

I was so afraid when I heard of his plans, because Magron tends to be brutal and obstinate. He is a warrior through and through and he would have been hard on me.

I knew this, and I was afraid.

Of course, Fiondil noticed my fear upon hearing the news and he came to me afterwards. He comforted me and gave me a knife – nothing special, just a serving knife – and told me to use it for defence against my future husband.

That was one day before the marriage. But I did not use the knife then, although Magron was my guard for the night and I could have used it. I knew that Fiondil waited there somewhere in the dark, waiting for my escape. Maybe he would have forced me into bonding with him then so that Brandon could do nothing against it. Or he hoped that I would kill his brother so that he could marry me instead. It is not easy to fathom Fiondil.

But he knew: whatever I did, no one would charge me for it. I was not a person, but a weapon. And if I had blamed him for giving me the knife he would have denied it, would have said I had stolen it. Who would have believed me anyway? But if he would have gone directly against his family, they would have punished him hard. He wanted to avoid that by making me a murderer.

If I had used the knife that night, Fiondil would have taken over and I would have exchanged one prison for another. And so I waited for my chance: I kept the knife hidden and I married Magron the following day. Fiondil watched me and told me, that if I could not attack him, he would do it for me and we would escape together then. This was what I had waited for. I told him that he should wait in front of my doors, to save me in case I could not use the knife and that I would gladly flee with him once we disposed of my husband.

He complied, believing my lies, and thereby gave me a free escape route out of the windows.

I had not had the possibility to take the knife to the wedding itself, I had to hide it in my chambers (for it was agreed, that we would fulfil the bond in a setting that I would be comfortable with. As if being raped in one's own bed would make the act any better).

After we had spoken our vows Magron led me to my bed and bound my wrists together over my head and stripped me. I was nearly panicking as he began to grope me but as I had foreseen this, I had hidden the knife in the slit between mattress and wood, exactly where my hands lay.

I managed to free myself while he was otherwise occupied and I took the knife and stabbed him in his thigh to leave him unable to follow me. But I had not counted on him being a warrior.

He screamed and I was able to throw him off, but he took chase and came after me. Before I had managed to jump out of the window, he grabbed me and threw me against the next wall. When he tried to pull me up by my hairs I managed to kick him and at last I escaped, just being able to grab the set of clothes that I had laid next to the window on a chair. I could hear Fiondil pounding against the door and I was terrified. But somehow I managed to jump out of the window.

Up to this day I cannot really remember the details of my escape and everything is a blur. I remember how I felt and the panic still suffocates me sometimes at night, but I cannot remember what I did exactly, or how long we fought.

This is the first time that I have told someone of this, or even written about it. I wanted you to know what really happened, for when we met, you and all the others helped me immediately and all you got in turn were lies.

It is very important for me, that you understand how this happened. When I told you that they had forced me and touched me, I meant that I had been forced into a marriage and that Magron had groped me. I noticed that you drew the wrong conclusions, but all I wanted was to get away and those lies ensured that. Please forgive me.

Brother, if I still may call you that, in your camp, around your brother's and friends I saw for the first time what a real family meant, what it meant to feel secure. Thank you for that and for your help.

In an act of violence I gained my freedom but in an act of compassion and kindness you taught me what to do with it. Maybe this deed of yours had the greatest impact on my life. Before then I wanted to flee to the Grey Havens and sail with a ship to the Undying Lands, to save myself. But your selflessness woke my conscience and after some weeks, I wanted to save Elrond and Glorfindel, whom I had seen dying in my dreams. You made me change for the better, I hope you realise that. You kindled in me the wish to live.

And I lived, almost 188 years I lived. I had dreamt that tragedy would strike when the lords Glorfindel and Elrond were wed and I wanted to wait until that happened before I told them everything I knew.

Alas! I should have known that my lord would never have left his wife ... I could have saved her, could have saved Dírhael.

After that I didn't dare to say anything for fear of my lord's wrath, instead I planned to simply avert calamity. I dreamed and planned until one day I realised that I was the catalyst; that my uncle would get himself the humans from Angmar as allies, attack Imladris and kill my lord's family just to recapture me.

Now I had to decide to either leave this shores or stay and see to Brandon's demise and probably get myself killed in the endeavour.

But I cannot let him and my cousins go unpunished.

And so this will be my last ruse:

Elrond will visit Greenwood when prince Legolas celebrates his first millennia. On the way back to Imladris his convoy will be attacked and killed and Imladris will be erased. Before this happens I will use our enemies against our enemies before finally I'll betake myself into the hands of my family, an encounter I will not survive.

When you read this letter that will have already happened. Search for me, brother. You will find my corpse buried near the outpost where most of my relatives, most of Brandon's relatives are stationed. My cousin will have marked the grave with a white stone. This will convict them.

-l-

Lindir stopped reading. He had to search for Galadriel immediately: Erestor had erred; he had erred with the date. Legolas would celebrate his one thousandth birthday in six years ... it was happening too early.

Elrond's journey to Greenwood had been something of a surprise; Thranduil had invited him all of a sudden and Elrond had accepted ... persuaded by ... Faelon.

Shell-shocked Lindir looked up into nothingness. 'Faelon. He must be the traitor!'

The former senior advisor had come for a visit from the Grey Havens, seemingly calm and balanced, polite even towards Erestor. 'It would improve the fragile relation between Greenwood and Imladris' he had said and Elrond had relented.

Of course Erestor had not taken the chance of such a visit into account. Why should he, considering the strained relationship between the two realms? Now everything the chief advisor had tried to prevent had come to pass, meaning that there must be an army just outside the borders of the Hidden Valley, waiting for Vilya to reinforce it.

"Oh, Elbereth, help us!" he left his lord's chambers; in his anxiety not even managing to feel guilty for intruding into them in the first place; he nevertheless locked the doors carefully behind him. Turning the key Lindir did not notice the cloaked figure behind him and he did not turn around in time to prevent the blow.

Unconscious he sank into the arms of his assailant who scooped the white haired ellon up and silently left the family wing of the Last Homely House.

Smirking, Faelon silently thanked that Lóriën-witch, the captain's second and his former student for making his escape that easy: the halls and corridors of Rivendell were emptied and silent. No one would hinder his escape.

CHAPTER END NOTES

ellon ~ male elf
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