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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 45: Spiders, Snakes and Slayers

CHAPTER NOTES

SCRIPTS:

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

"Ouch! He bites!" Annael exclaimed angrily and let Erestor down to the ground, but he still held tightly on to the darkling's forearm, never releasing him.

"Elethael, you know I do not want to, but we are in a predicament and if you won't obey then I *will* hurt you. Do not doubt that!"

Even while being pulled forward by Annael and Fiondil, who was now holding a torch in one hand and leading them the way, Erestor dug his naked feet into the ground as best as possible and sank down to hinder their progress. But it was to no avail: Without much of a preamble Fiondil took him up and threw the light body over his shoulder.

Tears of frustration and anger ran down Erestor's cheeks. Glorfindel had had the chance to save him, but he hadn't taken it, had let Fiondil abduct him into this blackness.

He desperately needed to stall for time ... and vent his pent-up anger.

"Ha! You want to hurt me? You already hurt me enough! And the cruelness of your actions released me from my promise!" Sneering at his husband who turned around to look at him, Erestor continued. "'As long as you are not overly cruel' I said. Thank you for *freeing* me, husband!"

Annael laid a placating hand on Fiondil's arm. "He is only trying to provoke you. Let it go for now."

Glaring at his husband's friend, Erestor continued his fighting in silence but soon the walls around them ended in a half overgrown hole and he was put on the ground again, though his cousin kept a tight hold on his wrist.

As Fiondil carefully looked outside to see if the coast was clear, Erestor eyed his hip, where the twin blades were attached to the belt. Could he dare this ruse a second time or was his hervenn prepared?

'Worth trying'. Slowly he sneaked his hand forward around his husband's waist, trying not to touch him, all the while looking to the exit of the tunnel with a grim face.

Suddenly a steely, almost painful grip enfolded Erestor's wrist and he gasped with surprise, looking up into the cold blue of Annael's eyes.

"Get your weapons out of his reach, Fiondil!" he said before taking off his belt and tying the darkling's wrists together. Then he took off his coat and laid it around Erestor's shoulders. Else the pale skin would surely shine through the dark forest, attracting too much attention.

Taking hold of the hems he pressed them into their prisoner's hands, looking him in the eyes.

"How about you use your agile fingers to keep the coat in place and to cover yourself, hmm? That way we won't have any more wandering hands."

Fiondil observed all this with a grim, satisfied smile, glad that he had taken Annael along. Without him, he would not have managed to keep his husband in check. His sweet little Elethael needed to learn his place it seemed. If he was not willing, he needed to force him.

Soon they were in the forest, making their way through the thick undergrowth. Every now and then Erestor hissed whenever he stepped on something sharp with his bare feet or when his sensitive skin came in contact with thorns and stinging nettles. His will to fight was overcast by the need to pay attention to their path. The blond ellon would pull him if necessary and he could not overcome the two of them and it hurt: walking barefooted through thorns and scrub hurt. Not to mention the stinging pain between his legs.

He did not know how long they had been walking nor in which direction but it mattered not, the only thing that did matter was that every single step was increasing the distance between him and his saviours.

Erestor kept his gaze trained on the ground, making sure not to stumble or step on something that could worsen the pain in his hurting feet; and so he missed what his captors saw and once again Annael's hand silenced the dark ellon, before he had the chance to cry out. Surprised Erestor froze and looked around as best as he could, as his husband's friend left him little room to move his head.

But there in front of him he could see what had his captors so unstrung: a group of five long boats, pulled by two great eagles, ploughed upstream through the deep water of the Forest River right in front of them, passing the small boat that was bound to a tree on the riverside the three elves were standing on – undoubtedly left there by Fiondil in case they needed to flee: it would be easy to escape pursuers taking a boat downstream while they had to fight their way through thick bushes and thorns.

The boats were occupied by elven warriors with the Greenwood king's insignia. But one held a silver haired old man with a ridiculously large hat. Erestor gasped, the sound being swallowed by the hand on his mouth. Mithrandir!

And those soldiers. Valar he knew most of them. Thalion and most of his old unit, his saviours of old. 'Please ... turn this way! Look at the boat ... Saes.'

Suddenly Fiondil turned to him, raising a knife to his throat. "We will never be parted ever again, love. And if I cannot have you in this world, then we'll meet in Mandos' halls. Before I lose you to them, I'd rather kill you. Remember this when Annael releases you now."

Like a statue Erestor stood in the woods as he was released, looking at his cousin without the hint of an emotion. But Fiondil only pulled him close, pressing the small blade to his throat and turned to the river once again, hoping against hope that they wouldn't see the small boat lying there.

But they saw it. One of the eagles called out to his elven comrades and soon the five long boats were guided to the river bench. Fiondil cursed under his breath and looked to his best friend.

They were in a predicament now: the east was closed to them, as they could not cross the Forest River without a boat, the camp lied northwest and the west bore the danger of meeting other elven patrols.

And the south was spider territory. Although ... their pursuers would probably not expect them to take that way and they could turn west after a few miles before encountering any spider nests.

"We have to go south and hide in the forest."

Pushing Erestor in front of him into the bushes, he followed, his knife held in front of him close to his husband's back. Annael observed all this with a sinking feeling. That was not the young man he had befriended so long ago. Something had grown within Fiondil, an all-consuming hate and anger ... and madness.

The cruelty he had shown against the one he claimed to love ... he had seen the blood on the bed, had heard Erestor's pain-filled scream. Maybe there was nothing left of the smart bright ellon that Fiondil had been in his youth and the prospect frightened him.

Deeper they went into the forest, dark spreading around them like mist. They could barely see their hands and had no light to guide them.

Erestor's breathing hitched. He was lost ... maybe he could escape his captors in the shadows of the forest but where to go? A dark fear had taken hold of his heart, enveloping it in a cold grip. Something evil was lurking near.

"Please don't let us go any further, Fiondil."

But the blond ellon only pressed the tip of the blade into his shoulder. "This is your fault to begin with, Elethael. They did not know of us ... you must have told them! And that's why we are here. Now take the consequences."

Not much later they heard an eerie clicking sound to their left and they drew back. But then a similar sound appeared on their other side.

"Do they try to pacify us with sacrificial offerings now?" A voice before them shrieked.

There were small lights in the forest, small glimmering reflections on large eyes. "You lead us into a spider den!" Annael accused in a hushed voice. With a metallic clang the two blonde warriors drew their weapons.

"Nice little elflings. And not too bony either." Squeaked another of the giant spiders before it attacked, jumping down on Annael. But the warrior raised his blade in time and buried it to the hilt in the soft lower body, encountering little resistance as his sharp knife pierced the chitin shell.

"Run!" Fiondil screamed, grasping Erestor's arm and pulling him along, away from the spiders back to where they had come from, leaving his best friend to fend for himself.

But the spiders were quick and nimbly they ran through the trees, following their prey. "A knife, Fiondil! Give me one of your knifes!" Erestor called but his husband ignored him, only dragging him onwards.

The dark advisor felt his throat contract in horror as he heard Annael's screams behind him, knowing that he would be next without a weapon.

Thusly distracted, Erestor stepped into a small hole and not being able to use his tied arms properly he lost his balance and fell awkwardly with a pained yell, Annael's coat falling from his shoulders. As his leg was still caught in the small hole, it was twisted and with a low pang one of the three ligaments in his left foot snapped, causing pain to explode in his ankle.

Groaning, the darkling used his bound hands to free the hurting limb.

Looking back at him, Fiondil hesitated but then jumped to his husband's side. "Get up!"

Taking his bound hands, Fiondil tried to pull the darkling up, seeing the spiders draw nearer but with an outcry Erestor fell back down right onto the green coat. Terrified eyes were directed to the cold calculating blue ones and in that moment Fiondil made his decision. It was over, they could not escape. But he would not let his precious one be eaten alive by those creatures. He raised his knife to pierce Erestor's heart.

The black haired looked up at him with large eyes, realising what was to happen now. He knew he could not change it, without a weapon, lying on the ground with an injured leg. Still, it was a fate he couldn't accept that easily.

"Saes ..." But the weapon already came down on him, Erestor tried to roll away from his attacker though he knew it would be in vain.

The fatal blow never came; instead he heard Fiondil thudding onto the soft forest ground. Looking to his husband he saw him wrestling between the dead leaves and fir needles; Glorfindel on top pressed the other blond ellon down with his weight and tried to wriggle the knife out of his hands.

"Glorfindel! The spiders!"

'Elbereth, help!' The dark creatures were nearly there and Glorfindel was busy dealing with his captor.

With a pained groan, Erestor got to his feet and limped to his husband's side, grabbing his wrist tightly with his bound hands and digging his nails into the soft flesh to force Fiondil to loosen his grip on the long Mirkwood knife.

Just as he had pried the fingers loose, something hard but hairy gripped him; small claws drilled itself into his skin and with a sudden jerk he was lifted up into the treetops, a terrified scream being ripped from his throat.

The hairy spider had grabbed his chest from behind so as to make attacking it harder for the black haired ellon. Blindly Erestor tried to stab it with Fiondil's knife as he was pulled deeper into the darkness but he missed the head for it was out of his reach, only inflicting small cuts to the armoured legs. Then he felt the breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. It was about to bite him, to sink its chelicera into his flesh and poison him.

With the pure force of desperation Erestor struck again, plunging the long Mirkwood knife directly between the plump eyes.

For a dreadfully long moment he was falling, crashing hard into twigs and branches before hitting the ground and he felt as if all air had been punched out of his body. Groaning with pain he tried to catch his breath and get into a relatively defendable position; which in this case meant to reduce the sides out of which he could be attacked: crawling backwards, he pressed his back against a large tree trunk and clamped the knife between his knees. Hurriedly Erestor moved the leather belt tying his wrists together along the sharp blade, cutting it away. A soft moan escaped his lips as blood rushed into the sore flesh.

Finally free, he looked around once more. He had lost all orientation during the fall: where had he come from? Where was Glorfindel? If he called out the spiders would catch him first before anyone could come to his rescue. But then again: spiders had an astounding sense for tremors and they must have felt him hitting the ground. They would soon be here anyway.

"GLORFINDEL!"

Nothing. Valar, was the captain dead? Had the spiders managed to bring him down? But Glorfindel was so superior, so strong, he could not imagine that anyone – or anything – could hurt him.

'Elbereth, please, let him be alright!'

Then, distantly he heard his call being answered, but it was not the golden balrog slayer's voice, it was Thalion's.

Carefully looking around he made sure that there was no danger lurking near. But save for the carcass of the spider he had slain he was alone. Stepping out from behind the tree, Erestor made to follow his big brother's voice, hoping desperately that he would not encounter his husband and that the others were well.

The further he went the louder became the clamour of battle: the shrieking of spiders, the calls and shouts of orders, the screams, the sharp songs of Mirkwood bows. Swiftly Erestor moved through the dark forest, his raging emotions, his angst and hope making him forget his hurting feet.

Suddenly he felt a wave of ... something, an unnameable might wash over him and he heard an uproar of shrieks and cries. A rustling went through the trees and a moment later he pressed his body into a tree trunk, cowering down: Above him a mass of spiders fled through the tree tops south in the direction he had come from, emitting curses and hisses as they agilely climbed from branch to branch.

Intuitively Erestor knew that this had been a wizard's doing, though he could not think of a reason why he *knew* that to be the truth. A Maia had ended the fighting. Open-mouthed Erestor stared at the retreating mass of bodies, not noticing the body next to him. Thus, he was unable to react in time as a knife was pressed against his bare throat from behind. Erestor cried out in surprise and fright and a strong arm grabbed his sword arm, bending it behind his back painfully. "Let go!"

But the dark advisor only briefly closed his eyes and carefully relaxed his muscles. He had had enough: enough pain, enough humiliation and no longer would he bow his head. If it was Eru's plan that he should die here, then it should happen to his terms.

"No" he whispered, ignoring the agony that spread in his abused right arm, though his heartbeat was strangely calm. "Release me, cousin or be prepared to kill me. I will never again be your plaything, not for a second. Either way this marriage will end here for if you won't kill me, I'll kill you."

Still sitting on the ground, Erestor turned his head to look into the ice blue eyes of his cousin full of trepidation and hesitance and no small amount of anger. He knew the dilemma he put his husband in: with this proclamation Erestor assured that they could not live together for Fiondil would always have to fear his husband; but if he killed them both he would end their marriage in the most dramatic way possible and although they would both dwell in the halls of waiting they would not be together.

Fiondil buried his head in the crook of his hervenn's shoulder and neck, nuzzling the sweet smell. This was his, this body ... this soul belonged to him. He would, could not allow another to have what was rightfully his.

"Won't you reconsider?" he whispered against the naked skin, guiding his knife against the white back, holding it transverse so it could easily slide through in between the ribs and pierce his husband's heart.

Smiling regretfully, Erestor turned away from his captor. How he wished it would have come different, to go back and see Lindir and Elrond and Glorfindel. There were so many things he had never done and would never do. It was even more difficult to accept now that he had been so close to rescue.

"If I cannot have you, no one shall!"

A sudden pain erupted in Erestor's lower chest as the knife bored itself into his body and he cried out. Doubling over from the agony he heard Fiondil falling to the ground behind him.

Groaning he supported himself on the tree next to him. The shock from the pain clouded his thoughts and he directed unbelieving, teary eyes to his right abdomen, where the tip of Fiondil's knife protruded. Dark red blood trailed down his stomach and hip and onto his right leg.

"A curious colour ..." he whispered and sank forward.

CHAPTER END NOTES

saes ~ please

ellon ~ male elf

hervenn ~ husband
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