To Kill An Elf
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,191
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22
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Chapter 6
Title: To Kill an Elf
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Beta: My Beloved Books
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: None yet; Characters include Erestor, Gildor, OMC, Glorfindel, and Elrond
Rating: This chapter G
Warnings: None this chapter
Summery: No evil deed goes unpunished.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
“What is this?”
“It’s oatmeal. Eat it, it’s good for you”
“It doesn’t *look* very good for me.”
“You used to eat it all the time, and you enjoyed it just fine. Eat up.”
Erestor hesitantly spooned a small amount of oatmeal into his mouth, and immediately made a scrunched up face. “It tastes funny.” A few more chews. “And it’s slimy.” He put the spoon down on the tray that covered his lap. “I think I’m done.”
Elrond sighed. “You need to eat. Anything. You have refused everything we have given you so far! You will waste away in no time at this rate!”
Erestor shrugged.
Elrond stifled another sigh. This was as bad as dealing with his twins when they were younger. He kept reminding himself that he *was* dealing with a child. A child in an adult’s body. Over the past two days, Erestor had learned how to use the privy and feed himself again. However, feeding himself consisted of him taking two bites and saying he was done.
“I have an idea. How about we take Erestor to the kitchens and he can pick what he wants for himself,” contributed Glorfindel. Elrond rolled his eyes, but motioned for Glorfindel to take Erestor to the kitchens. Glorfindel was getting into the habit of spoiling Erestor as much as he had spoiled the twins.
Erestor’s faced lit up in a bright smile. “I would really like that. It’s boring sitting in the bed all day.”
Glorfindel helped a still wobbly Erestor out of the infirmary bed, placing a steadying arm around his waist for support. “It will be good for you to practice walking some more, too.”
“I’m still not very good at this am I?” Erestor asked brightly as he tottered in Glorfindel’s embrace, and Glorfindel chuckled in response. Many days ago, they had learned that Erestor did not know anything beyond a very limited ability to speak, not even how to walk. He no longer had the extensive vocabulary that the previous Erestor had taken every opportunity to exercise. The loss of such knowledge and wisdom was heartbreaking to Elrond and everyone else who learned of the adviser’s supposed ‘amnesia’. The sad thing was, Elrond and Glorfindel knew that, no matter how much they wished it, the Erestor they knew was not coming back. Elrond saw many similarities between this Erestor and the child he had known so many years ago, and that somehow made the loss a little easier to tolerate. At least he knew this Erestor would be as loving and sweet as the last one was.
The one blessing of Erestor losing his memory was that he had no recollection what-so-ever of his abduction and rape, nor of his death. Glorfindel knew from experience that reliving one’s death could be a horrid experience, and he never wanted the adorable, trusting elf to have to experience that.
With much staggering and giggling on Erestor’s part, the duo made it to the kitchens. Glorfindel plunked the raven-haired elf on a chair around one of the many table islands that lined the large room and moved to the store cupboards.
“What sounds good? Something sweet? Salty? Nutty? Cold? Hot?”
“Something…fresh. Very fresh.”
“Hmm…” Glorfindel shuffled around in the cupboards a moment, and brought to Erestor a perfect shiny apple. “These just came in from the fields today. It’s the freshest thing we have.”
Erestor experimentally sniffed the apple. “What is it?”
“An apple. They grow on trees.”
“Apples grow on trees,” Erestor repeated as he turned the fruit over and over in his hands. He once again brought the fruit to his nose and sniffed. He sighed. “This isn’t what I want.” He sighed and sniffed again. “I smell something that I want, though.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Well, lead the way then,” he said as he once again moved to support Erestor as he rambled over to the meat larder. The dark elf lifted the top of the larder, and inhaled deeply.
“This is what I want,” he whispered as he licked his lips.
“In for a good steak, eh?” Glorfindel chuckled.
“Mmmmm….” was the only response he got out of Erestor.
Glorfindel reached into the box to pull out a small slice of what looked like venison, but his hand was suddenly slapped away with some ferocity, and a feral snarl emanated from the elf at his side. His head snapped to look at Erestor, “What was that for?”
“I…I don’t know….” the dark elf dropped his head and looked ready to cry. “I…just…I didn’t want you to have it. I’m hungry…and…I thought you were going to take my food…I don’t know why…I’m sorry…” a fat tear trailed down a pale cheek.
Glorfindel pulled the small form into his arms and rested the raven head under his chin. “Shhh…it’s alright. You did nothing wrong. How about we get you some of that lovely meat out here and cook you a nice meal, hmmm?”
“That sounds nice,” whispered a barely audible voice.
Glorfindel once more reached into the larder and pulled out the small chunk of meat. It was immediately grabbed from his hand, and the small form nestled next to his body bolted. Glorfindel watched silently as Erestor hid under the table with his prize and began eating the meat daintily.
“We really should cook that first…”
A growl answered him.
Glorfindel settled himself on a stool and waited for Erestor to satisfy his appetite. He would need to talk to Elrond about this development. Apparently, Erestor’s more base survival instincts were kicking in. The elf had not eaten since several days before he died, meaning it had been many a week since he had a decent meal. Some instinct from his more animal, phoenix side must be working to keep him alive. A phoenix, Glorfindel assumed, would probably be a meat eater. Thus why Erestor’s newly awakened body was not taking to any of the other food’s Elrond had tried to feed him.
Glorfindel bent to glance under the table. Large, doe-like eyes stared back.
“Are you finished?”
“I’m still hungry.”
“Would like some more?”
“Yes, please.”
Glorfindel almost chuckled at the ‘please’ that Erestor still put at the end of any request, regardless of the fact that right now he was acting more animal than elf. The golden warrior retrieved another piece of meat, and tossed in Erestor’s direction under the table. Instinct once again took over, and Erestor caught the food, instantly starting to devour it.
Glorfindel sat once again on the stool, sighing. They had a long road ahead of them.
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Beta: My Beloved Books
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: None yet; Characters include Erestor, Gildor, OMC, Glorfindel, and Elrond
Rating: This chapter G
Warnings: None this chapter
Summery: No evil deed goes unpunished.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
“What is this?”
“It’s oatmeal. Eat it, it’s good for you”
“It doesn’t *look* very good for me.”
“You used to eat it all the time, and you enjoyed it just fine. Eat up.”
Erestor hesitantly spooned a small amount of oatmeal into his mouth, and immediately made a scrunched up face. “It tastes funny.” A few more chews. “And it’s slimy.” He put the spoon down on the tray that covered his lap. “I think I’m done.”
Elrond sighed. “You need to eat. Anything. You have refused everything we have given you so far! You will waste away in no time at this rate!”
Erestor shrugged.
Elrond stifled another sigh. This was as bad as dealing with his twins when they were younger. He kept reminding himself that he *was* dealing with a child. A child in an adult’s body. Over the past two days, Erestor had learned how to use the privy and feed himself again. However, feeding himself consisted of him taking two bites and saying he was done.
“I have an idea. How about we take Erestor to the kitchens and he can pick what he wants for himself,” contributed Glorfindel. Elrond rolled his eyes, but motioned for Glorfindel to take Erestor to the kitchens. Glorfindel was getting into the habit of spoiling Erestor as much as he had spoiled the twins.
Erestor’s faced lit up in a bright smile. “I would really like that. It’s boring sitting in the bed all day.”
Glorfindel helped a still wobbly Erestor out of the infirmary bed, placing a steadying arm around his waist for support. “It will be good for you to practice walking some more, too.”
“I’m still not very good at this am I?” Erestor asked brightly as he tottered in Glorfindel’s embrace, and Glorfindel chuckled in response. Many days ago, they had learned that Erestor did not know anything beyond a very limited ability to speak, not even how to walk. He no longer had the extensive vocabulary that the previous Erestor had taken every opportunity to exercise. The loss of such knowledge and wisdom was heartbreaking to Elrond and everyone else who learned of the adviser’s supposed ‘amnesia’. The sad thing was, Elrond and Glorfindel knew that, no matter how much they wished it, the Erestor they knew was not coming back. Elrond saw many similarities between this Erestor and the child he had known so many years ago, and that somehow made the loss a little easier to tolerate. At least he knew this Erestor would be as loving and sweet as the last one was.
The one blessing of Erestor losing his memory was that he had no recollection what-so-ever of his abduction and rape, nor of his death. Glorfindel knew from experience that reliving one’s death could be a horrid experience, and he never wanted the adorable, trusting elf to have to experience that.
With much staggering and giggling on Erestor’s part, the duo made it to the kitchens. Glorfindel plunked the raven-haired elf on a chair around one of the many table islands that lined the large room and moved to the store cupboards.
“What sounds good? Something sweet? Salty? Nutty? Cold? Hot?”
“Something…fresh. Very fresh.”
“Hmm…” Glorfindel shuffled around in the cupboards a moment, and brought to Erestor a perfect shiny apple. “These just came in from the fields today. It’s the freshest thing we have.”
Erestor experimentally sniffed the apple. “What is it?”
“An apple. They grow on trees.”
“Apples grow on trees,” Erestor repeated as he turned the fruit over and over in his hands. He once again brought the fruit to his nose and sniffed. He sighed. “This isn’t what I want.” He sighed and sniffed again. “I smell something that I want, though.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Well, lead the way then,” he said as he once again moved to support Erestor as he rambled over to the meat larder. The dark elf lifted the top of the larder, and inhaled deeply.
“This is what I want,” he whispered as he licked his lips.
“In for a good steak, eh?” Glorfindel chuckled.
“Mmmmm….” was the only response he got out of Erestor.
Glorfindel reached into the box to pull out a small slice of what looked like venison, but his hand was suddenly slapped away with some ferocity, and a feral snarl emanated from the elf at his side. His head snapped to look at Erestor, “What was that for?”
“I…I don’t know….” the dark elf dropped his head and looked ready to cry. “I…just…I didn’t want you to have it. I’m hungry…and…I thought you were going to take my food…I don’t know why…I’m sorry…” a fat tear trailed down a pale cheek.
Glorfindel pulled the small form into his arms and rested the raven head under his chin. “Shhh…it’s alright. You did nothing wrong. How about we get you some of that lovely meat out here and cook you a nice meal, hmmm?”
“That sounds nice,” whispered a barely audible voice.
Glorfindel once more reached into the larder and pulled out the small chunk of meat. It was immediately grabbed from his hand, and the small form nestled next to his body bolted. Glorfindel watched silently as Erestor hid under the table with his prize and began eating the meat daintily.
“We really should cook that first…”
A growl answered him.
Glorfindel settled himself on a stool and waited for Erestor to satisfy his appetite. He would need to talk to Elrond about this development. Apparently, Erestor’s more base survival instincts were kicking in. The elf had not eaten since several days before he died, meaning it had been many a week since he had a decent meal. Some instinct from his more animal, phoenix side must be working to keep him alive. A phoenix, Glorfindel assumed, would probably be a meat eater. Thus why Erestor’s newly awakened body was not taking to any of the other food’s Elrond had tried to feed him.
Glorfindel bent to glance under the table. Large, doe-like eyes stared back.
“Are you finished?”
“I’m still hungry.”
“Would like some more?”
“Yes, please.”
Glorfindel almost chuckled at the ‘please’ that Erestor still put at the end of any request, regardless of the fact that right now he was acting more animal than elf. The golden warrior retrieved another piece of meat, and tossed in Erestor’s direction under the table. Instinct once again took over, and Erestor caught the food, instantly starting to devour it.
Glorfindel sat once again on the stool, sighing. They had a long road ahead of them.