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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 46: Galadriel's Prophesy

CHAPTER NOTES

SCRIPTS:

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

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

But before he hit the ground, strong arms enfolded him and guided him gently to lie on his side. Glorfindel's head appeared in his blurring line of vision and he grimaced at the golden framed face, in the awkward attempt of a smile.

"wondered where you were ..." He groaned as the pain in his abdomen flared up, bringing tears to his eyes.

"I am here, don't speak Erestor. Keep your strength, Elrond will doctor you up."

It took some moments before the meaning of Glorfindel's words registered with him, but as he felt gentle fingers probe the wound in his back he knew his lord was behind him.

"Don't ... don't let him ... we both know it's mortal ..." Erestor mumbled, tears of agony and grief trailing down his cheek; In a sickening way it was just ironic, really: now after 400 years of longing for death when he finally had decided that he wanted to live, he was dying. The weak smile faltered and died on his pale lips.

"Just make him stop the pain!" He groaned out pleadingly.

"Stay for me, little brother, okay? Come on now!" Thalion begged, coming to kneel at the darkling's head.

Elrond leaned over his charge, seeing the dark blood and his eyes closed in dismay. Looking to his lover he shook his head.

"Do something!" Gandalf yelled next to him, trying to force down his tears.

But the peredhil only bit his lips, not being able to speak the words aloud. Directing the numerous grim and sad elves standing around him Elrond raised his clear voice "Give us some room. Elladan, secure the surroundings, prince Legolas ... if you please ..."

The son of Thranduil nodded, his throat tightening: everything had been in vain, they had come too late only by mere moments. Along with the majority of the warriors, the three princes left, leaving only Elrond, Glorfindel, Gandalf and Thalion.

The wizard stood back, despairing. He had lost the true love of his life centuries ago and now that he was losing his only son ... a son that didn't even know him. There just did not remain enough time, not enough time to say everything that needed saying, to do everything that needed doing.

Breathing heavily, Erestor looked up to them. "I am sorry ..."

Thalion's finger on his lips hushed him. "No, there is nothing to forgive."

Turning to Elrond, he begged him with his gaze to abnegate the cruel truth. "Is there nothing you can do?"

"That bastard tried to stab his heart but because of Legolas' quick reactions he actually slated and pierced his liver instead. See the dark blood there?" He inclined his head to Erestor's abdomen, where the dark red blood stood in sharp contrast to his white skin.

"He is in shock, and the bleeding is severe. Probably it pierced some larger blood vessels and maybe his stomach, too. The moment I pull out the knife he will have minutes left. He is dying; bleeding to death. Legolas only bought him a small amount of time ... of pain-filled time." He said bitterly.

Glorfindel stroked the black tresses. Erestor had never seemed so helpless and vulnerable, so fragile. He closed his eyes.

**I think I love him**he told his husband through their link.

Elrond nodded shaken. **I know, I feel something for him, too.**

He leaned forward, not caring what the others would think, to kiss a soft cheek, hearing Erestor mumble something unintelligible in return. He saw the whip marks, the cuts, the burnings and the blood between his thighs and it tore at his heart. How he wished he could have spared Erestor all that.

In front of him Thalion began to hum a lullaby, soft and sweet. Smiling through his tears as he remembered the soft tune, Erestor looked up to his brother for a moment until another wave of agony made him close his eyes. Thalion did not falter.

Elrond closed his eyes. He would not have been able to do that, keeping his voice calm to spend some last comfort. He felt so helpless.

Elrond narrowed his eyes.

a long Mirkwood knife will end his life. Prevent it!

Anger welled up in him. They had come so far, he would not lose him now! Not now!

Taking a tight hold on his dark coat, he ripped it apart. Gently but quickly he sat down at Erestor's side and pulled the lithe body onto his lap, causing the dark haired ellon to groan in pain. Thalion observed him with narrowed eyes, new hope kindling in his heart. It seemed Elrond had some last plan.

But the peredhil only looked to his lover who was watching him warily.

**The moment I pull out the knife, press this cloth onto the wound as hard as you can. If you are willing, Glorfindel I will call upon my healing energy to sustain him and heal his organs. **

The blond gasped. **That could kill you! **

He did not want to choose between his lover and that dark sweet ellon.

**That is why I will draw from your energy as well. You are the only one of whom I could ask this. Only the bond to you will enable me to use your energy as well. **

Glorfindel swallowed but nodded, taking the cloth from his lover. **I love you Elrond. **

Elrond tried to smile, knowing it came out as a grimace as he was forcing back his tears. There was still a realistic chance that their life energy would not suffice to sustain the three of them and they all would die; a frightening prospect. ** I love you as well. **

As Elrond ripped pieces of cloth from his coat, Gandalf looked up from his place some metres away where he had sunken to the ground and buried his face in his hands. The peredhel sat there with his now unresponsive son on his lap, careful to not move the knife in his abdomen around and obviously communicating with the balrog slayer. He narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?"

But Elrond ignored him and took a firm hold on the Mirkwood knife deeply embedded in his counsellor's back. Looking at Glorfindel and giving a slight nod he pulled it out, flinging the offending weapon into the bushes with a metallic thud. Immediately blood gushed out and Glorfindel pressed the cloth tightly to both wounds on Erestor's stomach and back. Elrond took hold of one of Glorfindel's hands, and replaced it with one of his own.

**Lay your free hand on top of mine, let me be the link.**

Glorfindel did as he was asked. For a few seconds nothing happened but then he felt a pull. He gasped as he felt his strength flowing away from him into Elrond's hand, leaving him shaken and weak. He bend over to rest his reeling head on Erestor's shoulder, still trying his best to press on Elrond's hand and the wound beneath.

For a moment Glorfindel wondered if Elrond would, could stop in time but even that thought vanished out of his mind as he collapsed onto the two dark ellyn, effectively severing the link as his hand lost contact with Elrond's. Immediately Gandalf was at his side and eased the massive body to the soft forest ground, shortly checking his heartbeat before gazing intently to the lord of Imladris. "I hope you know what you are doing. Please bring him back to me."

The Half-Elf nodded wearily at the Maya, silently thanking him for taking care of his husband and promising Erestor's recovery in equal parts.

Briefly he looked to Glorfindel's sleeping form and smiled. He had intended to tire out his lover first and then force the bond to break. This way the blonde would not give too much of his life energy and could not hinder him to do so. Elrond continued to steer his strength into the battered body on his lap. Slowly he could feel Erestor's state stabilizing. And it was good as he had given as much as he could. Valar he had never felt that drained.

Almost closing the wound with the last sparkles of healing energy he closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep.

Amazed Thalion had watched the procedure; he had heard of lord Elrond's unrivalled healing abilities but to heal an injury like that ... He caught the brunet in his arms and laid him down next to Erestor and Glorfindel, whispering a "thank you" in his ear.

Gandalf shifted closer to his son with shivering limbs, needing the reassurance that the young one would really survive. His son. Erestor was still awfully pale due to the blood loss he had suffered but he would live.

Stroking a white cheek Gandalf realised that this was not the first time that he saw Erestor, but it was the first time he could really see his son – and touch him. Emitting something in between a sob and a joyous chuckle, the father took Erestor into his arms and cradled him close.

It felt so strange and yet so wonderful. This small broken body inhabited the fae of his son. He had passed him by, talked to him, and yet he had never known. His grey eyes roamed over Erestor's features, eagerly taking in every single detail of the beautiful face, desperately memorising them and trying to link them with his love. Lalaith.

The darkling looked nothing like his mother, the closer he observed him, the more Gandalf became aware of the fact that Erestor did indeed look very similar to the form that he had once assumed, very long ago, when he had shaped his body to be like the Firstborn, before he had taken on the shape of the Secondborn, to be nearer to those that were so lively, happy and blessed in their own way with the short lives that they spend on Arda.

He should have known. Soft fingers stroke black strands of silken hair out of the pale face.

Suddenly Erestor jerked in his arms, his face contorting in anguish. "Sshh Erestor, you are safe."

Slowly the small form stilled and Gandalf loosened the clasp on his coat with one of his withered hands and slipped the garment off his shoulder to wrap it around the naked form of the unconscious advisor.

"Thalion would you search for Elladan and Elrohír? They will want to see to their father and step-father and I want them to treat Erestor's feet. Moreover we should get them into safety."

The blond warrior nodded, smiling slightly. Everything was going to be alright now.

CHAPTER END NOTES

fae ~ spirit

ellon ~ male elf

ellyn ~ male elves
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