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Learn isn’t to Justify,Understand isn’t to Forgive	By : takkycat Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: If you
think I’m Tolkien, then I am both really flattered and you are REALLY
wrong! Thus, I do not own Lord of the
Rings.

The Pyn mom and all things
relating to them, HOWEVER, are mine!
But, you can use them if you wish…but please tell me, I’d be really
flattered and would love to read stories by others using them!!

Oh, a little side note…I found out
I was misinformed and that “Pyn mom” does not mean “Dark Ones” but I will
continue to use it because it will be less confusing and I am as lazy as hell.

Warning: Animal abuse (it was very
hard for me to write)

Special thanks to:

Desdemona—Thanks!
That really means a lot to me!!

To Learn Isn’t to Justify, to Understand Isn’t to Forgive

Chapter 6

Erestor watched the golden figure with an almost numbing
fascination…not too different from watching a maiden being devoured by a dragon
actually. Glorfindel was standing over a
large stew pot trying to wrestle away his wooden spoon from the new life form
he seemed to have created. Currently,
the stew beast (as Erestor mentally referred to it) was winning.

I think I see why the
cooks banned Glorfindel from helping in the kitchens whenever there is a feast
being held…

Glorfindel yelped as the thing began spitting out steaming
hot bits of root at him.

Hmmm, I wonder if it
thinks the spoon is its mother…but then would not Glorfindel be the father?

Shaking his head to clear the bizarre thoughts beginning to
take root, Erestor managed to duck just in time to avoid being beamed in the
head by the stew pot when Glorfindel yanked a little too hard to and sent it
flying. The stew monster landed with a
“SPLAT” and began to crawl away with its much coveted prize, pot still attached,
like a snail sliming its way across a leaf.

“Warg’s droppings!
There goes our lunch!” huffed the blond irritably, quite out of breath
from the earlier battle.

“Was that what was in it?” Erestor raised a brow at
him. He really wouldn’t be at all
surprised if it was.

Glorfindel just gave a rueful laugh and began searching for
something else to prepare, or torture, it was all the same really, for lunch.

Erestor sighed as he thought upon the last few days. Things had changed so much and not all at the
same time. Gone were Glorfindel’s pranks
that had become a daily trial for his patience over the past few millennia and
in their place entered new tortures…such as Glorfindel’s cooking. After that fateful night, Glorfindel and Elrond
had become worse than two mother hens with just one chick between them, and in
between his mother henning, Elrond continually poked and prodded him, both
physically and metaphorically, to learn all he could about the Pyn mom.

When Glorfindel discovered that his appetite had been
steadily increasing as of late, although he thankfully had yet to find out
about the strange stomach malady that had been plaguing the dark elf each
morning, he had become even worse! Now
he absolutely insisted that Erestor eat as much as he could and then to eat even
more! If he ever dared to try to skip
meals, he would be subjected to one of Glorfindel’s culinary delights…needless
to say, he was now quite regular to meals these days. Unfortunately, he had been quite busy in his
office that day and had lost track of the time, consequently working through
lunch. He had nearly jumped right out of
his skin when Glorfindel barged in without so much as a knock, flung him over
his shoulder, and carried him to the kitchens.

Of course, since secrets have a tendency to not stay secrets
for very long, all of Imladris knew of Erestor’s “unique” bloodline, if not the
exact details behind its origins.
Needless to say, he was quite stunned when he was quickly accepted by
most of the city’s residences. Indeed,
the trust and respect he had gained over the years from his loyal service had
become deeply ingrained into the people.
Erestor was very grateful that he had come to live amongst elves, a most
sensible race, race rather then men who would have been far less accepting!

So, when the cooks saw the lord’s seneschal enter with the
chief advisor, they merely smiled slightly and quietly filed out…leaving
Glorfindel to his self imposed task of fattening up the far too skinny advisor
till he could no longer see his feet.

Elladan and Elrohir, although not as bad as Glorfindel and
Elrond, had also taken upon themselves to see to the well being of their former
teacher. Each day they would return with
a fresh kill for the advisor, which he accepted gratefully. However, there are times when a Pyn mom just
has to be a Pyn mom and needs to feel the thrill of the hunt!

Erestor drifted off into memory as he recalled one such day
but had ended up sans a meal but plentiful in other surprises…

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He sprinted through the foliage, as graceful as the deer he
hunted, tracking the sent of an old, wounded stag, when the wind changed
directed, bringing with it the scent of fresh blood. Erestor halted in his tracks, this blood was
different than the blood of his usual sport…and intermingled with it was the
scent of…of…man?

What is a man doing
here so close to Imladris? Erestor
had not realized just how far away his tracking had taken him from the
Imladris’ borders.

Being discovered to be an entirely new species of elf did
not make Erestor any less a loyal subject of Lord Elrond, thus he forgot his
original target and went to make sure this man had no intention of bringing
harm to the Last Homely Home.

When he peered through the leaves of a bush, Erestor thanked
the Valar he had not caught his lunch for it surely would have returned to make
a second appearance!

Indeed, it was a man, which is not disgusting to most in and
of itself, systematically smashing in the heads and skinning cats!

For the elf, this brought forth far too many memories of his
life among the Pyn mom. Such cruelty
truly was sickening, especially since the man did not even bother to check to
make sure the poor creatures were dead before he began to skin them.

Outside of the pile of adult cats, there was also a
litter(s) of kittens. Each mewed, except
for one who was hissing, distressingly for their mother(s), as if sensing the
danger they were in, from their wooden box.

Without thinking, the dark haired elf lunged at the cruel
being, ripping out a good chunk of his arm and shattering the bones with his
mighty jaws. Surprised by the elf’s
attack, the man swung wildly with his only weapon currently in his hand, the
bloody rock. Within an instant the man
was a bloody wreck before he was released, hands permanently crippled, fleeing
into the dark forest, the trees seeming to delight in lifting up their roots to
trip him and scratching his face with their branches.

Erestor panted as his rage left him. It was times like this that he truly feared
himself…but this time, he could not bring himself to regret it as he turned to
the survivors.

Sadly, only one adult was alive and how long she had to stay
that way was anyone’s guess. Blood
matted the fur of the grey tabby’s head, having received a glancing blow from
the man. She was an old cat, very
old. Her skeletal body showed the rigors
of living on the streets. However,
despite her obvious age, she had clearly given birth recently. One or even all
the kittens could very well be hers.

Remembering the mewling balls of hair just to his right, he
turned to check on them. There were six
in total, each having yet to open their eyes.
Erestor could not tell if they were related to the tabby, they barely
looked related to each other! It was
possible for a mother cat to birth kittens in a single litter with different
fathers, which could explain the coloring, but Erestor had a feeling that wasn’t
the case…He could only hope that the tabby would be willing to nurse all the
babies even if they were not hers, something that she clearly had enough milk
for!

Shaking himself from his reverie, Erestor lifted the momma
and placed her in the box. The kittens immediately tummy crawled to the new
source of warmth and milk scent that had appeared beside them. Lifting up the box and his precious cargo
carefully, Erestor looked about and realized he had accidentally left the
parameters of his home.

Oops…Hope I did not
just start a war with the humans of this land!
I have definitely been spending too much time with Glorfindel; I’m
beginning to cause trouble like him!!

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Thankfully, his little encounter had not created any
unwanted conflict. The man, as it turned
out, was a rather crooked merchant that would skin stray cats and sell them as
“fresh rabbits.” Apparently, it is very
difficult to tell one animal apart from the other with they lacked their
distinctive coats. This was illegal in
that particular market, so he would take his catches and “prepare” them in the
forest, away from the prying eyes of the authorities. None mourned the loss of that swindler who
could no longer run his stand with crippled hands.

Praise the Valar, the mother did take care of all the
kittens, all of whom now had open eyes and had made it a personal mission to
destroy everything they came in contact with…

“…ello…Anybody home?”

Erestor jerked his head up and looked into the amused, worried
eyes of Glorfindel. He felt his stomach
do a little leap. He and the blond had
yet to speak of that night.

He has probably
forgotten all about it…he was pretty drunk…Erestor tried to reassure
himself but for some reason the thought made his heart lurch.

“A-aye, Glorfindel?”
He cursed himself for stuttering so.

“You haven’t touched your lunch!”

Erestor looked down at the “food.” It was a greenish grey blob that seemed to be
bubbling slightly.

At least it’s not
moving on its own…

He hesitantly lifted a tiny bit mouth…

They both turned as the door slammed open. In marched Elrond, his body screaming of
urgency and two letters clasped in his hand.

“Erestor, Glorfindel, Lady Galadriel and King Thranduil have
both just sent word that they wish to send representatives with us to meet the
Pyn mom!”

Erestor suddenly did not know which was the most terrifying:
facing the most powerful she elf that ever lived, facing the lord of Mirkwood
(who was NOT known for his tolerance or even temper), facing Glorfindel over
their relationship, or facing the blonds cooking!

TBC…

Sorry for the delay, combination writers block and real life
troubles (plus I did upload this once and then it was erased by an aff.net
glitch!!)!

I actually learned from a friend of mine that the reason
that sellers leave the fur on the feet of skin rabbits is to prove that they
are not cats! Yuck!! But, anyway, the
cats are my cats that have died over the past couple of years (originally I was
only going to do the four that died this year but I decided to add the other
three). You’ll learn their elf-named in
the next chapter!

Well, I hope you liked!!
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