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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 35: The Mad Scene 1

CHAPTER NOTES

Please take the chapter title as a warning of some sort.

SCRIPTS:

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

** This is ... a miracle! **

** You said that before ... **

** It is impossible ... unbelievable! **

** Yet it is happening.**

** How can this be? He should not be able to sit up, let alone walk!**

Elladan nodded as he watched Erestor walk around the camp completely without help ** I think he might not be elven. **

After bonding with his cousin two days before, Erestor had healed even faster and when Elladan had examined him this morning he was completely astonished to find the broken bones mended and the severe injuries closed. The tissue was still tender and red, the freshly mended fractures still sensitive to the touch and yet ... Erestor had healed ten times as fast as he should have if he had been a normal elf; merely four days before the twins had pulled him back from the brink of death, after all.

** But if he is no elf, what then is he? **

** I don't know, muindor, I don't know.**

Bitterly Elladan looked to the Mirkwood elves that were currently busying themselves with preparing a meagre breakfast and breaking the camp from the night before. At one side Erestor's husband sat on a large rock, his eyes greedily raking over the young darkling's frame.

Erestor was indeed healing too fast, Elladan thought by himself; if the blonde wanted to, he could now complete the bond with the advisor at any time and if the way he was looking at his hervenn was any indication, he was eager to do just that.

Fiondil was immensely glad to see Erestor on his feet again. After bonding with him the darkling's injuries healed quickly as the life energy of his husband strengthened him further; and with the blood of a Maia running through his veins, his wounds had closed with unnatural speed, the broken bones had mended.

Fiondil watched with delight as his Elethael's beauty came to light once again. A frail dark beauty that kindled in him the desire to possess the other like no one had before and ever would. This body belonged to him now, this soul was his, never to be parted from his fae again. Once they were in Greenwood and he had claimed his hervenn, no force would ever separate them.

Smirking, he observed the lithe pale creature.

Up to now, the abduction had not quite happened according to plan, but nonetheless it had been successful. The human army had probably been roughed up by the Orcs at this moment and Imladris was unharmed which would please his husband ...

But there were many obstacles he now faced due to Erestor's recalcitrant behaviour: If only an advisor had vanished without a trace, they might have gotten away with it, more so as Thranduil disliked the Noldor and would have unwittingly supported them. But with the princes of Imladris now being in his keep, Elrond and more importantly Galadriel would soon search every corner of Middle Earth and spare neither trouble nor expense to find them. As both elves were gifted seers themselves, there would ever be the possibility of them finding the kidnapped elves.

Thoughtfully, Fiondil cocked his head. He would probably need to find the source of the spell lying on the Enchanted River, the spell that could let every being fall into sweet oblivion. And maybe there was a way for erasing certain memories forever?

For the time being they would use a shortcut and directly head for the northern parts of Mirkwood, crossing the dense forest cross-country. Hopefully this would lend Fiondil enough time to hide his beautiful hervenn before anyone could question his whereabouts.

His hervenn Elethael. The darkling had proven his strength, proven that he could now take a high dose of the drug and interpret his visions accordingly. He would put that ability to good use soon. But first he planned to put that pretty body to good use.

"Come hither, Elethael." He begged the dark haired Elf. Erestor limped towards his husband, knowing better than to defy him. He had not spoken since Fiondil had forbidden him any contact to the peredhil, though, punishing the elf that loved him with silence; Erestor knew he was being childish, but at least it made him feel better.

The chief advisor was now clothed in the greens of Mirkwood. Hooded, no one would notice him enter the realm of the Woodland Elves when they were with him. Fiondil liked to see the colours on his darkling, enhancing his ethereal beauty and foremost underlying the fact that Elethael was once more where he belonged to. And in three days he would be safe in the little refuge they had prepared for him.

Then the other silently stood before him, his appearance and cold expression screaming of detestation. Smiling, the blond sneaked both arms around the waist of the much smaller ellon.

"Don't be angry with me anymore, love. You don't know what it means to me to finally see you again in the colours of Greenwood."

He took the advisors chin and raised it, making the dark silver eyes meet his blue ones. Gently he took the soft lips in a loving kiss. Tasting them with his tongue, seeking entrance that he was not granted, he wished his hervenn would overcome his childish anger and embrace what they shared. He moaned against the lips, his anger slowly increasing due to the impassiveness and coldness of Elethael. He could as well have been kissing a statue if not for the wonderful taste that luscious mouth provided.

Suddenly Erestor drew back, pushing his husband away, pulling with him one of the long Mirkwood knifes that the blond had tied to his belt. With a few graceful steps he brought himself out of reach from the other Elves who were jumping to their feet, all unsteadiness vanished from his movements.

Erestor took a fighting stance, keeping an eye on his relatives who were slowly circling him, imploring him to lay down his knife.

"Lay it down, Elethael."

"No one will hurt you."

"Everything is alright."

"You are among family, Elethael."

"Drop it."

The blond warriors closed in on him, trying to calm him, to make him lower the long Mirkwood knife. Quickly Erestor put the knife to his throat, his expression serious and dangerously calm.

"Stay away, or I will kill myself! And do not touch the twins!" Erestor added venomously as he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, effectively stopping the Greenwood elves from using the peredhil against him.

"Give me the knife, Elethael, you cannot leave. You know we cannot let you go." Fiondil rounded, approaching his hervenn calmly even as Erestor slowly walked backwards, evading him. The younger ellon let his gaze flicker to the twins, taking in their shocked faces and then back to the elven warriors that were closing in on him, their hands raised reassuringly.

"Stay away! Everyone in front of me where I can see you." Erestor's voice was calm with an authoritative edge to it and Elladan almost shivered. It was exactly the tone Erestor used to address the council members in Imladris, that cold voice that betrayed no emotion and left no room for objections or disobedience.

Pulling his brother up, the elder twin tried to back away from the other Mirkwood elves; slowly, carefully slinking back. He could feel the blond elven warriors monitoring his retreat as well as Erestor but no one dared to stop him, it seemed.

Then suddenly two of the Greenwood elves grabbed the twins from behind, and with one pained and one startled outcry they were drawn against solid chests, knifes at their throat.

"Let them go!" Erestor ordered, still outwardly calm as he watched the twins struggling against their captors. But inside he felt his heart beat in his throat, trying to suffocate him. 'A Elbereth!'

He didn't want to die ... but if he gave in now, Fiondil would certainly punish the twins for his defiance. No, this was his only chance to save the peredhil, all four of them.

"I told you, Elethael, that I would punish them if you disobeyed. Now I order you to lower your weapon!"

"And I told you to not touch them!" Erestor hissed as he drew the knife over his throat with a quick movement, his eyes flaring with a frantic determination. Someone cried out "Stop him!" and the Greenwood elves were pulled from their shocked rigour and in one fluid movement they jumped forward ...

"STOP!" Erestor's shout whipped through the air, freezing the blond warriors in their run. A small, insane smile played over the darkling's lips as he enjoyed that first triumph over his former tormentors, the thrill numbing the sharp pain spreading from the shallow cut in his throat. His eyes were fixed on his blond husband who had stretched out his arms to keep his comrades behind him.

"The next cut shall be deeper, husband of mine!"

The blond ellon slowly lowered his arms and he breathed heavily as if he had run quite a distance. "Let them go!" he spoke clearly into the silence, forced to relent by the fear of losing the one they had fought for, the one he loved.

Behind him the twins were released from their captor's bruising grips and immediately Elladan drew an arm around Elrohír's chest to support him; still no one dared to move.

"What do you want, Elethael?"

"I want you to let them leave, they have not seen your faces, they have not heard your names; and they shall promise to return to Imladris without delay and never search for me nor tell anyone of what they witnessed this last week."

"Oh no, we won't Erestor!"

For a moment Erestor's eyes turned black with anguish as they flickered to Elladan, Nay the twins had to leave!

He turned his dark orbs away from the twins, letting them go cold, building his mask against them, directing his spiteful gaze at his husband instead. "Don't be stupid, my prince. There will come the day when I will not be able to obey my husband's orders and he will kill you then to make me."

Gravely Fiondil shook his head, still trying to appease his distraught husband. "I wouldn't, my love. I would never hurt you so."

Sneering, Erestor raised his chin, showing more of the slash in his throat and the red curtain that fell from it, glistening in the pale morning light. "Oh you would have, dearest, believe me. Elladan, go to the horses and take one for yourself and your brother!"

The urgent tone finally permeated to Elladan and looking into the counsellor's eyes he suddenly understood that Erestor was not only blackmailing his husband, but also the twins: if Elladan did not comply then the cockatrice would surely punish him or – more likely – his brother for the advisor's disobedience, might even kill one of them.

'Ever the one in control.' Elladan thought, a shiver running down his spine. Giving a curt nod the elder twin turned to his brother. ** Elrohír, come with me. **

** Elladan, we cannot ... he will ... they will ... **

Tightening his hold on his stupefied twin, Elladan tried to pull the other with him as he moved towards the horses, carefully watching the elves around them. But Elrohír was not yet ready to relinquish, trying to shake off his brother.

** Damn it, Elrohír! Come on. ** Elladan beseeched his brother, Erestor's words resounding in his ears: 'Oh, you would have', would have killed him, killed his brother. He had no doubt that Erestor had seen the killing in one of his visions; now he needed to get Elrohír away. ** He is doing this to save us, don't let it be in vain, Elrohír. **

** But we cannot leave him alone! **Elrohír exclaimed but nevertheless complied as Elladan pushed him towards the horses. Both were surprised as the Mirkwood elves stood by, silently glaring at them, but letting them leave.

** He will be fine. **

Those blond elves were doing everything in their power to get Erestor to Mirkwood, safe and sound. The darkling was no being to them but a weapon, and they would not touch him. ** And we will follow them at some distance. We won't leave him alone. **

Sparing Erestor one last glance and receiving a curt nod, Elladan helped his brother onto one of the sturdy horses. "We promise to abide by Erestor's conditions."

Raising his chin the cockatrice sneered at them in barely controlled anger.

"You'd better. We have our eyes and ears everywhere, young prince; it won't redound to Elethael's advantage if you forget your vow."

Nodding Elladan urged his horse on, his heart hammering in his breast. They were not yet away, the moment Erestor's concentration waned the Mirkwood elves would disarm the advisor and shoot the fleeing twins down. ** Come on, Elrohír! Ride fast! **

Hoping he would be able to ignore the searing pain in his leg and arm, Elrohír spurred his horse into a full gallop, followed by his twin and they did not stop until their kidnappers were well out of sight.

CHAPTER END NOTES

muindor ~ brother

fae ~ spirit

hervenn ~ husband

peredhil ~ half elves

ellon ~ male elf

A Elbereth! ~ O Elbereth!
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