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Touching Tomorrow	By : ErestorandFin Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Beta: keiliss

Contact: legolaslovesaragorn@yahoo.co.uk or glorfindelanderestor@yahoo.co.uk

Pairing: Erestor/?

Rating for this chapter: R

Warnings for this chapter: Very Au, Violence, implied M-Preg

Disclaimer: Don’t own these elves, sadly.

Please R/R, feedback would be most appreciated.

Chapter 3
Once I am sure Rodoniel is asleep I leave, closing the door quietly behind me and padding softly into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Pork Casserole. I wince at the thought for it is something I despise, though we have it often because he wants it. Chopping the vegetables and pre-cooked meat, I drop them into the dish and add spices as I wait for the kettle to heat. Once the water has boiled, I pour it over the mixture, stirring it before replacing the lid and putting it in the oven to cook.

Looking at the clock I whimper, realising how much time has passed. He will be home soon, and the realisation brings with it a rising sense of panic.

Making sure the oven timer is on, I swiftly return to my dressing table, touching up the make-up that the day has worn away. Bending down, I pull my shoes from beneath the desk, slipping them on and doing up the small buckles.

Rising quickly, making sure my hair is in place, I force a smile onto my face as I hear the front door open. I tug at my clothing; and I am just in time, for he walks into the room only seconds after I stand.

He looks me up and down, from my wavy hair right down to the short red heels of my shoes, taking note of any imperfections.

“Evening Elrond. Have a good day?” I ask, falsely cheerful, stepping forward with arms spread invitingly hoping, as I do every evening, that he doesn’t see through to the fear behind the smile

“Not really,” he snaps shortly, brushing past me roughly as though I am not there, and dropping into my dressing table chair.

“My shoulders hurt. Attend to them, Erestor”

“As you wish, Elrond...” I whisper, already downhearted, moving to stand behind him. I lower my gaze quickly as I catch sight of his arrogant stare reflected in my mirror.

I gently knead his shoulders, being very careful not to hurt or displease him. Maybe, if I try hard, tonight might be different. Maybe we'll know again what it is to have a peaceful night. Maybe, if I try hard, things can be as they once were...

“You don’t know how lucky you are, not all of us have it so easy. I actually work, unlike you.” he sneers at me, as though this is my fault, as though he is not forcing me into this unwanted lifestyle.

I have no reply that would not cause his anger to rise, so I stay silent, massaging his shoulders. I can feel his smug glare fixed on my face in the mirror, but I avoid it. I can't bear what I might see in his grey eyes.

“Enough!” he orders sharply, rising to turn around, his gaze fixed on mine. I try to smile warmly, my hands clutched together in front of me.

Suddenly, his hand darts out, grabbing one of mine and pulling it roughly, glaring down at the small bruise that has formed where Rodoniel gripped it tightly. I had forgotten about it, forgotten to hide it!

“Someone has touched you!” he yells in fury, shoving me roughly backwards in disgust.

“No… Elrond saes, it’s not...”

“You dare allow such a thing?

“I’ve done nothing wrong…” I plead desperately, trying to get him to listen.

“Silence! I don’t want your lies!” He slaps me across the face, hard, a stone on his ring slicing deeply into my cheek, making me whimper in pain.

“You have the nerve to plead with me after all I have done for you? You ungrateful whore!”

“I didn’t... Please listen...” I whisper, blood trickling down my cheek.

“Bite your tongue, or I’ll remove it!” he hisses furiously, hitting me hard in the chest, forcing the breath from my lungs and causing me to gasp in pain. There is a nasty ‘crack’ that I don’t have the energy to worry about. Snarling, he pushes me hard, and I trip, falling backwards, hitting the wall before sliding to the floor.

I can taste blood in my mouth, and I gasp for breath, struggling to stand, but he has me trapped between him and the wall.

“Please… It was an accident...Rodoniel…”

“Didn’t I tell you to BITE YOUR TONGUE?” he roars. Viciously he slides my beaten body up the wall gripping me by the throat. He ignores my choking coughs for breath, the blood on my lips.

His grip tightens about my neck as he looks at me maliciously, darkly amused and triumphant. “You should take more care, or you might accidentally get hurt...” he smirks as I struggle for breath, then lets me go, dropping me to the floor like a pile of rags.

“You weren’t perfect, Erestor love. You disobeyed my most direct order, so you had to be punished, didn’t you?” He looks down at my crumpled form, apparently unconcerned.

He walks away from me, turning around as he gets to the door, leering at me in a kind of dark pleasure.

“You brought this upon yourself.”

And he is gone, leaving me crumpled against the wall, crying to myself as I cough and choke on the blood in my throat.

I don’t know how long I lie there, before I can gather enough strength to drag myself to my feet. After staggering into the bathroom, I lean heavily against the cold sink as I try to catch my breath. Looking up at the mirror, I cough violently, my hand going to my ribs in pain, my eyes closing. I manage to calm myself, but when I open my eyes I see splattered blood on the mirror. A chilling fear races though me. I swipe at it with my hand, a very bad idea, for I only smear it, and the action steals vital breath from me.

Gripping the edge of the sink so hard my knuckles go white, I rest against it, slowing my breathing, relaxing myself.

All I want to do is stay here, but I know I can’t… dinner is nearly ready, and Valar help me if it’s late, or burnt…

Straightening up with a small hiss, I begin to tend to my wounds, first attending to the cut on my cheek. I wipe away the blood then I clean it, my make-up coming away, till my cheek is flushed pink, but unmarked, and bloodless.

Grabbing the glass from beside the sink, I fill it with water, swirling it around in my mouth before spitting the pink water out, repeating this until I have washed all the blood away. I also swallow some of the clean water to clear my throat.

I dab at my eyes; my make-up is smeared by my tears, and I wipe the whole lot away. I’ll have to redo it all before I can serve dinner.

I run the water to wash away the blood from the sink, and wipe it from the mirror, carefully making sure none is left for Elrond to see, before washing my hands and removing any blood from under my finger nails – he would notice.

Steeling myself, I walk carefully from the bathroom, ignoring the sharp pain in my ribs. I know I can do nothing for them but bear the pain as it slowly fades to a deep ebb. I sit down at my dressing table and begin reapplying my make-up, hissing as the concealer stings the fresh cut, but after a few coats it is completely hidden, at least for now. Looking at myself in the mirror I force myself to smile, relived to see there is no sign of what has happened. My pain is hidden. As a last thought I quickly use the concealer on my bruised hand. I cannot afford to make the same mistake again.

Rising, I quickly take one final glance in the mirror to make sure nothing else is wrong before hurrying back, passing his closed study door, and walking quickly into the kitchen. Pulling on the oven gloves, I open the oven door, lifting the dish out and placing it on the top of the stove. Lifting the lid off I feel relief rush through me to find it is done, but not burned.

Moving swiftly through the apartment once more, I bustle into Rodoniel’s room, glad to find he is already awake and sitting up in his cot.

“Dinner time, angel…” I whisper, smiling at him as I lift him up. I carry him into the kitchen and put him in his high chair.

I pull plates from the cupboard, as well as a bowl, and ladle food into them, setting them on the table. The cutlery is already in place from earlier.

“Here you go, darling… don’t start till your Adar comes...” I tell Rodoniel, pecking him on the forehead gently before going to fetch Elrond.

Tapping timidly at the door to his study, I call out softy,

“Dinner’s ready, Elrond…” and wait for the reply.

“I’ll be there when I’m done, damn you!” he calls back irritably. Sighing, I wander back into the kitchen, taking my place at the table .We both, Rodoniel and I, wait in silence for Elrond to join us.

It’s almost twenty minutes before Elrond arrives, his dark hair no match for the look upon his face. I watch as he sits down, glancing over at us without greeting, before picking up his fork and spearing a piece of the meat, biting at it carefully before grimacing and glaring at me.

“This is COLD, Erestor” he growls warningly, and I quickly stand, clutching my ribs as the sharp pain shoots through me, but dropping my hand quickly before he can notice.

“Forgive me, I’ll get you some more,” I mumble, taking his plate and scraping the food into the bin before ladling out some more from the pot. Wordlessly I place the plate in front of him, returning to my seat as both Elrond and Rodoniel begin to eat.

I can feel Elrond’s gaze fixed on me as I sample the food, listening to Rodoniel giggling happily to himself as he makes a complete mess of his dinner, spilling as much as he eats, unaware of the growing tension in the room.

Toying with the food without hunger, I try to ignore the deep sickness in my stomach, which is not only caused by my dislike of the dish. Thought I am empty, I have no desire for food, so I pick at the vegetables, lacklustre and insipid, and nibble at them.

Rodoniel though has no such worries and, having long grown bored with playing with his food, decides to talk instead.

“Guess who I learned about today, Adar!” he gushes excitedly and, not waiting for a reply, continues.

“Glorfindel of Gondolin! I learned about how brave he was…”

A loud clatter echoes around the room as my fork slips from my fingers. I watch listlessly, frozen still in horror, unable to move as the scene unfolds before me.

“I want to be just like Glorfindel when I grow up,” he smiles happily.

Elrond is fuming; I can feel it as I tremble in my chair.

“It is long past time you were in bed,” he whispers dangerously, rising to his feet.

“I’ll do it Elrond; you don’t need to bother yourself...” I say quickly, rising as I suddenly regain control of my body once more, moving as though to take Rodoniel from his chair.

"You - sit down! I'll deal with you in a minute," Elrond snarls, lifting Rodoniel from his chair less than gently and hauling him from the room. I try to hold Elrond back, gripping at his clothes and trying to take Rodoniel from him; he’s not holding him properly, I fear he might get hurt. Elrond strikes me down with his other hand; the blow is not hard enough to injure me but I am left dazed. This enables him to shake me off and leave the room with our son, who screams and struggles in his arms. Rodoniel tries to reach out for me, but I’m too far away and then the door is pushed closed by Elrond's shoulder.

I slowly return to my seat, Rodoniel's cries still ringing in my ears, and sit down. I am shaking with shock.

I don't have to wait long before he returns. Glaring at me as he storms back into the room, he pulls up a chair next to me, causing my heart to beat faster than ever before.

“It seems I have been too lenient with you, I have given you too much freedom,” he says, sneering down at me. “I gave him to you. I even let you name him, against my better judgement. Is this how you repay me, you treacherous snake? There will be no more of this, Erestor, From now on, I will see to his education myself. You will no longer be able to pollute his mind with lies and fairy tales. It seems I have made an error in judgement, become slack with you, where he is concerned.”

Elrond watches me calmly as he talks, and though his words are low and cool I can feel the anger beneath the level tone, scaring me as much as if he were shouting. “From now on you will only read to him from books I pick,, and you will no longer take him to the park.”

There is disdain in his eyes. “Oh yes, I know about your little trips, and I know about your friend Christine. I thought I taught you to keep away from others? You do not deserve friends. You are worthless, you only burden and trouble them. I am not pleased, Erestor. You have disobeyed me. Now it is time to rectify my mistakes and do what I should have done a long time ago.”

He pauses for effect, then says, “I hereby ban you from seeing her again. You will not meet her in the shops, you will not talk to her on the phone, and most of all you will not visit her in the park or at her home. Do I make myself clear?!”

“But...”

“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!” he roars. It is the first time his voice has risen in the whole conversation, terrifying me and crushing any courage I had left.

“Yes Elrond,” I whisper, head bowed in disgrace, eyes glistening as I try to hold back my tears.

Rising from his chair, Elrond walks away from the table, ignoring me till he gets to the door frame. He turns to look back at me, though he can see little but my wavy hair veiling my face. His cruel words wash over me like icy waves.

“Why I even bother with you, I don’t know. You’re stupid, you do everything wrong, you are worse than useless You are *nothing* Erestor. You have always been *nothing*, and you will always be *nothing*. You are a lost cause, a waste of time! The world would be a better place if you were *dead!*” he spits at me venomously, drawing distorted pleasure from my misery.

“Now come, Erestor, I wish to retire.”

He commands me as though nothing has happened and, blinking back my tears, I have no choice but to do as he wishes.

“A-as you desire Elrond...” I whisper brokenly, rising from my chair, breath hitching in dread.

Following him to our bedroom meekly, head lowered and submissive, I cannot help but feel like a whimpering puppy, following at my master’s heels, and obeying my master’s every order.

TBC

Jayn – Erestor is not really female, he is just forced to dress like one. He can have children, but I will not be going into detail about that in this fic. Glad you want to read more, hope you like it and continue to read:) thanks for the feedback!

HHS – though Legolas’ actual Hair colour isn’t really know, it is generally taken as blond yes. And Glorfindel’s name Means ‘Golden braids’ so he does have blond hair too. However, it might not be either of them, though it might be. I can’t say, that would be telling. Thanks for feedback!
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