Dark Judgement 23

Dark Judgement

Part 23 - Erestor

Posted: September 26, 2008

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Because Erestor was so dangerous, part of the house was modified into a secure area, so that he could not escape. The old staff were rehired and trained in control and restraint methods, so that we did not cause any harm when subduing him. I gave them strict instructions that Erestor was so dangerous that they were never to be alone with him, no matter what the circumstances or even if it was an urgent situation. No less than four elves were to be present in the room if they needed to go into the secure area and preferably there should be more, if they were able. I wondered if that would be enough.

The ship arrived at the dockside, and as Glorfindel and Erestor disembarked, my carriage drew up to the edge of the rather considerable crowd. Even though I had not pulled up at the dockside in my carriage for thousands of years, the elves remembered to step back to form a walkway for me and the two elves I was going to meet.

I stepped out of the carriage as the elves were working their way down the line of old forgotten friends and family. Erestor seemed quite nervous and withdrawn; and for a moment I doubted Manwë’s assessment of him. Glorfindel had to drag him by the arm and force him to interact. One can learn a lot by observing; however, it was time to make my presence known. I opened the door and stepped out of the carriage wearing my very best black robes for such an important and impressively evil elf; one that I knew would test my very limits because of his inherent and intractable love of evil. In many ways, he was as bad as me.

Erestor opened his mouth in horror, when I walked towards him. He knew who I was and feared me. How pleased I was that I still had the capacity to strike terror into at least one elf’s heart. Erestor clung to Glorfindel, who pulled a gun out of his lover’s pocket. I knew what a gun was because Manwë had told me about them, and added that it was a favourite killing method on Middle-earth in the time that the two elves had left behind. Of course, I was sanctimonious about the foolishness of bringing such a weapon to Valinor and it fell to pieces in Glorfindel’s hand. I still have my old powers but I rarely use them; normally there is no need to.

Erestor was in a dead faint and Glorfindel could not resist when I took his lover away from him. Elrond told the blond twit that I was changed, that I was the best psychiatrist and that Erestor would be safe with me. Elrond knows who I am; no memory wiping for him as he did not need it. Not all elves needed my help, but I think it is fair to say that the majority did.

I took Erestor’s unconscious form and climbed into the big, black covered carriage. About a minute later he awoke and panicked. He attacked me with a series of very fast moves that I had never seen before, which made him very hard to control. In the end I stopped being patient and froze his being with a wave of my hand.

“I am inclined to kill you because of your behaviour,” I said and loomed over him. My hand changed to a claw and I stroked his face to terrify him, as I would have done had we met when I ruled Middle-earth, in all but name. “Now, you will not attack me again and I will cure you; even though I want to rip you to shreds and pull out your bowel and make you eat it.”

He was terrified, and so he should be. What I had threatened was one of the lighter punishments that I had been known to inflict upon my prisoners in Barad-dûr. Erestor was well known to me by reputation because of his insane ways and the arbitrary punishments he inflicted upon the innocent. Even Melkor mentioned him as an elf worthy of our interest; however, he added that Erestor was so capriciously insane in his actions, that he could see him trying to poison both of us. We had a hearty chuckle at that one, even though it was true.

We made the rest of the journey in peace; mainly because I had gagged Erestor with his belt and secured his wrists and ankles to the restraining bars designed for recalcitrant elves who had to be forcibly taken to the house. He still tried to talk even though the leather was between his teeth.

“Do shut up,” I said to him as though I was bored.

This enraged him and he did it all the more. Obviously Erestor is an elf who is used to getting his own way, one-hundred percent of the time. His eyes glared angrily at me.

“Face it, sweetie,” I said to him. “I am in charge and you are not. So button your lip and shut up.”

As if to provoke me, he kept making stupid noises all the way to the house. It was most annoying and I dearly wanted to hurt him.

Maglor met us at the gate and opened the door to the coach. “Hello,” he grinned and reached up to kiss me in front of the astonished Erestor.

I released the mad elf from his ties and gag, and led him from the carriage. “What happened to your face?” Maglor asked.

“He did it,” I said, gesturing with my thumb to Erestor.

Erestor smirked at Maglor when he demanded to know why he clawed my face, and then he threatened to claw his face as well. I did not expect my husband to punch Erestor hard in the face, but he did, and the newly arrived elf was flat out on the ground.

“Let’s get him to his rooms,” I said and kissed Maglor on the lips. I slung the unconscious elf over my shoulder and off we went.

The staff changed Erestor into a one piece overall, which he could not remove. I would change it every day, or when needed, simply by waving my hand and using my powers. This was advised by Manwë who thought that Erestor might be a suicide risk. For the same reason, there were no blankets or sheets on the bed, the chairs and table were secured to the floor and if he wanted a drink he had to use the water fountain pouring into a small bowl set into the wall. In time, when he was more amenable and considered less of a risk to himself, Erestor could have the things that we take for granted.

“We will leave him there for the night,” I told the staff. We departed, locking the door behind us.

The staff had a rota where they observed Erestor for two hours on and two hours off. He could be seen easily through spy holes set into every wall of the rooms that were his. They would do this for eight hours and then the next shift would take over. In the meantime, everything that Erestor did or said, would be recorded to be assessed when planning what I should do with him.

“Let me bathe those cuts on your face,” Maglor said and took my hand. I still had the memory of him punching Erestor in the face. Violence electrifies me, and so I wanted to get Maglor into bed most urgently. However, I bided my time; he likes to care for me and that is fine with me.

We started off with Maglor wiping the congealed blood away from the scratches and then kissing them better. To indulge him I made my skin heal as he kissed it. I do things like that because I love him. Then we ended up in bed, which is exactly where I wanted to be. My passion for my only one is always on a very short leash and it never takes much.

Whilst Maglor is able to defend himself, he has a natural sense of decency which means that he will stop short of really hurting Erestor if he is attacked by him. That might not be a good thing and so I will have to watch out for him; he is too precious to lose and I will not have him hurt. I will kill Erestor before that happens.

Valar! How impressed and turned on I was, when I saw the force of Maglor’s punch. It has increased my adoration no end and I think that we will be spending a lot more time entwined in each others bodies.

At least until the vision of my husband being violent ceases to excite me.

Which will never happen.

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