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Scarred Fate	By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 31: Vows

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

"Bond with me, my beautiful one, and I will not harm the princes."

The cursed words resounded in Erestor's mind. Then suddenly he could feel his cousin's breath on his bare neck, on his ear and he shivered involuntarily as he heard the deceptively soft whisper. "Refuse me, and I will start with amputating Elrohír's broken arm. It seems to me he does nicely not being able to use it anyway."

Erestor steeled his features though he felt nauseous within. He had long learned that feelings were a weakness and a luxury that he could not afford; they made him vulnerable: he had let Fiondil see that he cared about the twins and now that affection was turned against him.

It was hard to look into the grey pair of appalled faces, that were screaming 'no' at him and keep his mask upright but he was chief advisor, politician, a professional actor. In the end it was all he could still do.

"Obey me, Elethael; respect me ... and I shall see to it that you lack for nothing and in time you shall grow to love me as well."

The dark ellon straightened as much as he was able to, one corner of his mouth raised scarcely perceptible, and his voice was steady and calm as he spoke up.

"I beg to differ, cousin, but I shall relent nonetheless. Speak your vows then!"

The blonde grinned as he once again pressed a tender kiss on Erestor's scalp, unaware of the burning disgust flickering over his soon-to-be husband's face.

"I take you, Elethael of Greenwood, my sweet cousin, to be my lawfully wedded husband, my constant companion, faithful partner and my true love from this day forward. In the presence of the Valar and our family, I vow to cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I give you my supporting hand, my faithful heart and my unconditional love, from this day on until Arda ends."

Such loving words. Such pretty lies. Erestor closed his eyes bitterly, not wanting to see the twin's faces as he doomed himself and with his eyes still clenched shut, Erestor started to whisper the dooming vow.

"I, Erestor of Imladris, formerly Elethael of Greenwood take you, my cousin, to be my lawfully wedded husband in the eyes of the fourteen Valar, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better ... or for worse ..."

His eyes opened, cold and hard, as he looked over his shoulder at his husband to be. He knew it would be for worse.

"... for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health ... to ... "

He could not say it: never would he love him, never cherish him. His cousin bowed forward, gently kissing his forehead.

"... to honour you and support you in your goals; from this day forward until death do us part."

Despite feeling sick to death Erestor smiled bitterly as he turned forward once again. This vow was highly unusual and normally elves did not limit their vows of love and marriage to one life. But Erestor was sure that death would part them soon and under this condition the marriage seemed to be bearable if Elladan and Elrohír survived.

Behind him, his cousin's face distorted in anger and yet he could do nothing to change the already spoken words. Grasping Erestor's chin none too gently he turned him around, ignoring his pained outcry, to take his first kiss from his husband. He pressed his mouth tightly onto Erestor's, seeking only to dominate his unwilling partner. There was neither love, nor passion nor lust in that kiss, only cold revenge and wild fury.

The advisor whimpered in agony at his cousin's rough treatment, who at one point even touched his broken nose that was still mending. The worst for Erestor, however, was that his husband did this to him in front of the princes of Imladris, and that the anguish was shattering his carefully erected mask of aloofness into millions of sharp pieces, leaving him naked and vulnerable once more.

When the blonde finally loosened his hold on his husband, cold, pitiless eyes locked with Erestor's pain-filled black ones.

"I love you but if you force me to, I will hurt you, husband of mine."

Erestor closed his eyes in distress, tears running down the sides of his face. He shuddered as he felt the now gentle lips kissing the salty wetness away. His cousin was insane and unpredictable. And that made him highly dangerous.

"Sshh, darling. I will take care of you. Obey me and I will give you everything you could ever wish for. If you disobey or if you die ... look at me!" he growled "If you choose to die or to disobey, I *will* kill one of the Noldo!"

No one doubted his words.

Two hours later the party arrived at the small camp, nestled into the rocks at the foot of the Misty Mountains. A group of three elves was already waiting for them with two dozen strong horses. Those were not the elegant horses used by elves, they were tall, strong and sturdy, able to bear the weight of two elves and their luggage and nonetheless go on for long hours.

Elladan helped Erestor and his brother to sit down aside from the others as the Greenwood elves readied the mounts and broke up the camp. He was still somewhat angry and distressed at the happenings earlier and he could feel that Elrohír, too, was having a hard time accepting that Erestor found himself now trapped in a forced marriage because he had wanted to protect them.

The advisor was not even looking into their eyes, his stony gaze staring into nothingness.

Elrohír reached out with his uninjured arm, softly tucking Erestor's unruly hair behind his ears. "Oh, pen idhren. Don't lose hope."

Looking around and finding no one else near but his brother he leaned closer to whisper in a pointy ear. "Don't let your infamous mask slip now, Erestor. They must not know this: help is coming. We read your letters. Gandalf, the eagles and my whole family including my grand-parents are currently out there trying to save you."

He was surprised as Erestor raised a pale hand to gently touch his cheek and he leaned back to look into the storm grey eyes so full of pain and hopelessness.

"My husband will kill me, before he lets anyone take me away from him." And then he would kill the princes, too, just as Fiondil had promised.

Elladan moved behind the younger ellon and pulled the advisor close to rest against his chest. "We won't let him harm you, Erestor."

Erestor bit his lip and his eyes were swimming while he did his best to avoid the twin's searching gaze. He already had a plan to free the peredhil but he simply had no idea how to survive this disaster himself.

For some minutes a heavy silence spread between the three of them until Elladan quietly shook his head. "Why, Erestor? Why didn't you flee these shores when you still could ... or at least tell anyone?"

Elladan watched his brother closely who was sitting in front of Erestor and would monitor the advisor's expression. ** Why are you asking this? **

But the elder prince did not answer his brother. Instead he whispered in Erestor's ears. "Was it all a farce? Did you choose revenge over your life while telling me not to do so?"

Shocked, Elrohír looked at his brother and then to Erestor, silently begging him to deny the accusation, to not crush the flame in his brother's soul that Erestor himself had sparkled there mere days before.

"I had many reasons. No one is perfect, Elladan, I certainly am not. My reasons included revenge, I admit that." Feeling the ellon behind him stiffen, Erestor turned his head to look at him.

"But it was the least important."

Looking back to Elrohír, Erestor smiled sadly. "At first I thought the upcoming destruction of Imladris had nothing to do with me and I stayed to prevent it. When I realised that I was the reason ... the two of you had already doomed yourselves. I stayed to save you from your self-destruction and therefore your father; I stayed to be close to that which my heart desired; I stayed so that my uncle could not continue with his evil ways ... and yes, I stayed so that he would someday be judged.

But I can, want and shall not be there when that happens and I never planned for anyone to get hurt but me."

The twins were silent at that. Would their father truly have died with them? Elladan had never thought about how his actions might affect his family. Yes, Elrond probably would have; and with him their sister.

Elrohír could feel his brother's regret and grief and he reached out for him in his mind, trying to give what comfort he could lend. Gratefully Elladan smiled at his brother and let him feel that he was alright.

Then he tightened his hold around Erestor and affectionately nudged his black shock of hair. "What did you mean, pen idhren ... when you said you wished to stay close to what your heart desired?"

Smirking Elrohír rolled his eyes. ** Perfect, Elladan. I have never seen him blush that furiously! **But aloud he spoke to Erestor with a teasing tinge to his voice "I have often heard that Imladris inspired love ..."

"I am ... well ... it is not as if ..."

Chuckling, Elladan disrupted the normally eloquent chief advisor, happy that they had successfully distracted him from their current situation. "Now tell us, who is the lucky one?"

Maybe if he would have seen Erestor's face he had stopped there but as the advisor still sat with his back resting against his chest he was not aware of the shame filled expression.

** Ah, Elladan ... **Elrohír tried to caution.

"Tell us, gwador! We won't laugh, I promise."

"I don't think ..."

"It's not one of us, is it?"Elladan asked, suddenly concerned at the reluctance. He had really thought that Lindir would be the one holding the darkling's heart.

"No, it isn't."

The twins exchanged a worried look at the defeated tone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to press you." Elladan murmured.

"It's your father."

Erestor clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to see the twin's revulsion. But the words had needed out somehow; never before in all his life had Erestor shared this with another soul and now that everything was coming to an end ...

Aghast, the twins looked at the quiet dark ellon who had slumped down in Elladan's arms. Immediately the elder prince freed one of his hands and stroked over the black tresses comfortingly.

"Oh pen idhren, fate was truly cruel to you. I'm sorry."

Erestor snorted mirthlessly the moment that he realised that his first thought was actually about telling his lord that his legal successor was in desperate need of some extra lessons in diplomacy and sense of tact.

"Ignore Elladan, Erestor; you know how he is. But gwador, tell me is it ada or Glorfindel?"

"Both I guess. Maybe 'tis just an infatuation then ... how could one truly fall in love with two at once?"

It was a meaningless excuse only to soften the harsh judgement he expected from the twins and to comfort himself. 'And yet I feel my heart suffocating.'

Lowering his head Erestor tried to will away his tears, not wanting his husband to see them later on.

"I wished they would love you back."

Surprised Erestor looked back at Elladan; and lost the fight against his tears.

"Hey, be still now. You don't want them to see you cry, do you?" The elder twin whispered, feeling a little bit out of his depth.

As he started stroking Erestor's white cheek, Elladan's hand was suddenly grasped in a cruel unyielding grip. "Who are to love him back?"

"That is none of your concern!" Elladan sneered at the cockatrice, who narrowed his eyes dangerously in response.

"He is my husband and I will *not* share him. And you" he spat angrily, twisting the half-elf's arms nearly painfully "if I ever see you touch him so intimately again, I will end your sorry existence!"

"Cousin!" Erestor hissed dangerously, his voice still thick with tears. "Don't you forget your promise, your wedding gift to me! You shall not lay a finger on the princes of Imladris or there won't be a bonding ceremony!"

The cold, calculating eyes hushed from Elladan to Erestor, searching the advisor's face, wondering if he could still prevent the bonding. Long moments passed as the wedded pair fought their own battle of wills.

At last the blonde gave a curt nod to indicate that he had taken his husband's point. "Very well, dearest. But you shall not speak to them again and they won't touch you except when treating your injuries. You're mine, this is what *you* should never forget!"

The words were calmly spoken but there was no doubt that harsh punishment would follow an infringement of these new rules.

And with that the cockatrice knelt and picked his slim husband up. With a last warning look to the twins he carried the black haired ellon over to the horses and lowered him onto one of the litters.

** I know I promised to keep my temper in check, but right know I desire nothing more than to strangle him to death! **

** Don't worry, Elladan, this one time I agree with you: he deserves a rather painful and certainly not swift exit from Middle Earth. And I hope Dírhael is going to make his stay in Námo's Halls as gruesome as possible. **

** And I will see to it that this devil is going to watch Erestor, happily united with the ones he loves, woven in Vaire's tapestries! ** If they survived this chaos, Elladan would make sure, Erestor ended up in his father's and in Glorfindel's arms, by all available means!

CHAPTER END NOTES

ellon ~ male elf

pen idhren ~ wise one

gwador ~ sworn brother
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