Scarred Fate | By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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CHAPTER 53: Three Weaknesses
CHAPTER NOTES
SCRIPTS:
'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-
Four days after the Imladrian elves had reached the king's halls prince Legolas returned with Thalion and his loyal guards, bringing with them Brandon and almost twenty elves that were adjudged key roles in the crimes against Imladris, mainly the surviving warriors that had been directly involved in the abduction of lord Erestor of Imladris.
Their arrival was a quiet affair and the culprits were brought into the prisons far below king Thranduil's halls, where they would remain until their hearing the following day.
Erestor felt his heart echoing in his throat. The last days had been wonderful; he had been with his brothers mostly, acting as his personal guard for the time being, and sometimes with Gandalf and he had basked in all those little affectionate gestures that he had longed for all those years. His brother's had also made sure to avoid the other Imladrian elves, indulging Erestor in his unspoken wish for rest and privacy. The darkling was not yet ready to face those whose life he had played with on the High Pass, not yet ready to explain his actions, and his brother's had complied – much to the Noldor's chagrin.
But now the dream was over, now he had to face Brandon and with him the horrors of his past. Time and time again he told himself that Brandon could never hurt anyone ever again but this did not make facing him easier.
Erestor startled as a kiss descended onto his head and he heard Thalion's voice behind him. "I'm finished with your hair. Are you ready?"
Ready to tell a pack of self declared nobles and advisors, his own lord and his crush (or crushes) about the tortures Brandon and he himself had put him through? Ready to face his uncle and stand his ground against him in front of Thranduil's court? Absolutely not.
"Yes." He murmured.
"Okay, tôr, now listen: Be honest for a change, Thranduil will notice if you lie and you don't want to anger him."
"I am honest!"
"There you go again; dear, you are an almost pathological liar!"
Turning the other ellon around Thalion stared into the grey eyes, making sure Erestor noticed his sincerity.
"You are pretty intelligent but so is Brandon. He will surely try to blame others for his crimes. If you want to prevent that from happening you need to convince Thranduil and the other lords. You were the only witness, tôr! He will attack you and try to shuffle out of his plight by painting you black and I don't want you to provide him with a target; understood?"
Shocked Erestor looked to the blond above him "But he surely cannot think it possible to achieve an acquittal!"
Thalion shook his head. "I cannot fathom him but in his place I would try to avoid banishment and at least gain free passage to Valinor. Besides, you still want to keep your reputation intact."
"I understand." Erestor assured his friend.
"Do you?" Thalion raised an eyebrow. "You have three main weaknesses, tôr: you have a liability to lying, you lack self-confidence and for all your intelligence you do not know how to *not* alienate anyone you talk with."
"That's not true! You are my friend, my brother, and Celairdúr and Lindir … and there is Gandalf … and Elrond, the twins and Glorfindel …" but then he hesitated. Lindir and his Mirkwood brothers had befriended him because *they* were compassionate beings who had seen through his mask, Gandalf was his father and the peredhil and Glorfindel were… not his friends although they had wanted to be. He had had no part in any of these relationships and friendships, he had taken what they had offered out of pity and not returned anything aside from lies.
"… you are, aren't you?" he stuttered, suddenly wondering fearfully if Thalion maybe had not forgiven him his lies; maybe the blond was so harsh now because he was angry with him.
But then a gentle expression stole into the blue eyes. "See, tôr? We all stand behind you now but still you always doubt that. They will try to shatter your trustworthiness and you need to trust us to believe in you, okay? Just expect an attack and keep your weaknesses in mind: be honest, believe in yourself and us and try to be polite. Now come."
CHAPTER END NOTES
ellon ~ male elf
peredhil ~ half elves
tôr ~ brother
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