Title & Chapter Number: The Elf in the Mirror 2/12
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and I make no profit from their use.
Special Warnings: None - Yet.
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir/Elrond
Timeline: Pre-LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir becomes ill and Elrond cares for him.
Notes: This story came about from several bunnies and my love/lust for Elrond and Haldir! It was to be a simple silly pwp, but angst is my middle name sooo it turned into something else. It is a story of love and the things that sometimes keep us from knowing how to love. Hope you all enjoy it.
[] Haldir's thoughts.
Chapter Two
Rumil came aware slowly at first, then he remembered where they were and why.
"Orophin, we need to check on Haldir. Do you think he is all right?" He shook his younger brother, who was lying with an arm and a leg over him. They had loved each other late into the night, both out of love and out of fear for their older brother. Orophin looked at him and snuggled closer.
"He's all right, Rumil. Lord Elrond would have come for us if anything happened." Orophin kissed his brother's cheek. "But we will go and see him anyway."
They dressed and went to Haldir's chambers. Both were surprised to see their brother, still unconscious, cradled in the arms of Lord Elrond, who smiled gently at them.
"He is a bit better this morning though his fever tends to make him a bit delirious. I had to hold him to calm him."
Rumil nodded. "He has always had nightmares. Orophin and I usually have to shake him to bring him back to himself."
"He is reliving his past."
Both brothers looked hard at the elflord. They probably didn't remember him being there when Lord Celeborn had found them. They had been dirty and shaking and they had dragged their brother under the wagon with them. He had been naked and filthy and bleeding from every opening in his body. He was black and blue all over and there were cuts and burns all over his tender white skin. Elrond had never understood why his spirit had not left such a battered and bruised body. The only thing he ever was able to decide was that he had stayed to protect his brothers.
They were looking protective of him right now as they both stepped closer to the bed.
Orophin spoke, which was rare. "What do you know of his past, Lord Elrond?"
Haldir moaned, diverting all of them from him momentarily. Elrond placed a hand on his head and whispered something quietly to him.
"I was there when Lord Celeborn found you. I …" the elf lord faltered, the memory of what he had seen done at the hands of men making him shiver. "I treated his wounds."
~*~*~*~
Haldir could hear them. His brothers. He just couldn't seem to get the fog out of his head enough to tell them he was all right. He tried to move. That warm hand, that voice. He sank back into the warm fog.
~*~*~*~
The smell was awful. He had long since ceased to function on any conscious level, but his brain was still processing some things. One of them was the rancid smell of the men. They smelled like they had been rolling in something dead, sour and foul.
"Bet he'll like this." Pain, more pain. Cold, metal, hurting. He couldn't open his eyes. He had tried. They wouldn't open. He didn't want to see what they were doing anyway. He let himself relax.
"He's passing out. Pour that water on him." Cold, wet, ugly laughter. They were forcing something… hurts…noooo.
~*~*~*~
Carnil ran into Lord Elrond as he opened the door to go out and find him. Haldir had started screaming again.
"I'm sorry, my Lord." The young elf was almost in tears. He has seen few in such pain before.
Elrond moved onto the bed and took Haldir into his arms, whispering to him again. Finally, he quieted and seemed to fall back into unconsciousness.
"Get his medicines ready, Carnil. Maybe we can get this fever down today, and he'll stop being delirious. I know it is frightening, but he really is recovering. Perhaps his brothers would like to sit with him while we eat and rest a bit."
~*~*~*~
The days passed and on the third morning, Elrond was awakened by someone shoving him away.
"Get off me, you perverted old goat!" The voice was hoarse from misuse and illness, but Elrond smiled. Now this was the Haldir he knew.
"Glad you decided to join us, Haldir."
"What am I doing here and why am I naked?" Haldir was very concerned about his nudity, pulling the sheet up to his chin.
"You've been sick. It seems you caught a fever from some humans you aided."
Haldir snorted. Elrond knew he heard him mumble something rude about humans. He never thought he would be glad to hear that hateful condescending tone of voice, but it was much better than the frightened screams and cries he's heard for the past two days.
As he made more medicine and gave the other elf a little privacy, he thought back again to the night he and Celeborn had found the young elves.
~*~*~*~
They'd been having trouble up near the Northern Fences with marauding men and orcs. Celeborn had taken him, Glorfindel and a group of archers out on patrol.
They had come upon the wagon on the second day out. At first, they hadn't seen anyone alive. They found the parents and the animals. Then they had found the three brothers. The two small ones held the third one.
Blue eyes had stared out from under the wagon. They scrabbled back farther when Celeborn and Elrond had tried to get them out. They kept the big one behind them. At first, Elrond thought he was dead, but he noticed his chest moving.
"Is your brother hurt?" He asked the little ones. Both of them nodded, big tears running down their faces. "Can we help him? Will you let us?" The two finally allowed him and Lord Celeborn to lift the young elf out from under the wagon. When they got him out, several of the elves turned away, some even lost the contents of their stomachs.
"The Valar help us," Celeborn had said under his breath.
Elrond just stared for a minute, not saying anything.
The young elf was naked. There wasn't anyplace on his body was that wasn't covered in dirt, semen, and other things that Elrond didn't even want to think about. Blood oozed out of his mouth and his nose. His eyes were swollen together. Underneath the grime, he was black and blue with bruises and he had welts and cuts all over his legs and torso. His penis was bloody, but Elrond couldn't see an injury anywhere. When the rolled him over, his back, bottom and thighs were crisscrossed with deep bloody stripes where they'd beaten and whipped him. Blood oozed from his torn anus. And they had branded him. It was the symbol of some human kingdom that Elrond didn't know and it was burned into the skin on the left cheek of his ass.
"We have to get him back to Caras Galadon, Celeborn. He's not going to last long this way. I don't see why he hasn't just slipped away already."
Celeborn nodded to the two little elves. "That's why. He is alive to protect them."
He and Celeborn had ridden back with the young elves. He held the injured one in front of him while the other elflord had the little ones on his horse, one in front of him and one behind him. He had taken the boy to the infirmary when they arrived and started to clean him up.
It had taken Elrond hours and hours to clean and dress all the wounds on the young elf's body. Celeborn had helped him. He had awakened screaming several times, and Elrond had drugged him to make him go back to sleep. He had sewn some of the tears and deepest cuts up and tended the other wounds as best he could.
He had gone to his bed when it was over and cried for a long time, wishing the world were not such an ugly place.
~*~*~*~
"I said can I have something to drink?"
The raspy voice startled Elrond from his thoughts and he smiled at the scowling elf as he answered. "I'd love to get you something to drink, and would it be all right if Rumil and Orophin come in to see you?"
Haldir smiled and nodded.
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