Category: Lord of the Rings

Rating: M

Couples: Manwë/Elrond, Thranduil/OC, Gil-galad/OC

Warnings: AU, Mention of Rape, Mpreg, slash

Chapter: 1

Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot & OC´s © by me

Author's Note: Yávësûl means Wind-fruit, from Yávë which means Fruit and Sûl which means Wind.

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Elrond was panting, his midsection feeling as if it was on fire as he ran with all the speed he could muster. Agony nearly blinded him as he stumbled through the brushwood. He did not know where he was heading; all he knew is that he had to get away from Isengard. During his Council he had known that Saruman had betrayed them all, but that his treachery would run this deep, none could have foreseen.

He collapsed, not only from pain, but also despair as memories assailed him. He had intended to travel to Galadriel and Celeborn and confer with them about which actions the elves should take in the upcoming war, but he and his escort had barely passed High Pass when foul creatures came upon them in broad daylight. He still could not explain how they could have come so close to his sanctuary without anyone noticing. Foul Uruk-hai from the pits of Isengard.

Isengard… How could Saruman have fallen so low? At first, when they had taken him south, he feared they would head to Dol Guldur or worse, Mordor, but the truth was just as awful: they had borne him to Isengard and delivered him to Saruman.

As he lay limply on the ground he shuddered at the memory. That he would live to see the day that Sauron would wish elves to breed with orcs he could never have fathomed. The day where he himself would be used to breed Healer-orcs he could have even fathomed less.

Another blast of pain shot through his abdomen and all he could do was curl up pitifully. While he had managed to escape, he had been too late: even now life grew inside of him and the foul powers of Saruman would ensure he would have no choice but to bear the child to term.

A dark shadow passed over the elf, the sound of massive wings resounding around him. He managed to look up, only to find himself face to face with a mighty eagle.

"Gwaihir…" The elf breathed.

The great eagle lowered himself enough for the weakened elf to reach his back. "Lord Elrond, I come to bear you home."

Elrond dragged himself up. "How did you know…?"

"The wind." Gwaihir took off into the sky when his passenger was safely seated on his back. "A powerful wind from the West stirred our eyries and bid me carry you home from here."

"Oh…" Was all the elf breathed, before sinking into unconsciousness.

Gwaihir rose up and quickly found a powerful wind coming from the south. No doubt send by the same person who had send him. 'The wind' had not been an entirely accurate description: it had been the Lord of the Winds who had come and bid him find the half-elf. He carefully looked at the body on his back. 'Bear him home, Gwaihir.' Manwë had said. 'Carry him to his halls and carry him as if he is the most valuable thing to be found in Middle-earth.'

Oh, Gwaihir had wanted to ask quite some questions at that statement, but the Vala had already gone, leaving him with no choice but to simply obey.

Even with the wind aiding him, the journey to the hidden elf-city took him several hours and he himself was exhausted nearing the end of it. The elves had seen him coming and many had gathered in the courtyards. The sons of Elrond had not so long ago traveled south to join their foster-brother, and therefore probably did not even know what had befallen their father, but Arwen, Elrond's fair daughter, had and stood waiting for him. While she merely had hoped for tidings of her father's fate, she nearly fainted at seeing the older half-elf on his back. Glorfindel swiftly relieved the great bird off his precious cargo. Soon after the Lord of Eagles left the vale, returning to his people in the mountains to rest.

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"But it's impossible." Arwen stated. "He is male, how can he be pregnant?"

"I don't know, my Lady." The healer said, stepping back a bit. "All I know is that he is pregnant. One can sense the child inside him."

She looked with wide eyes from the healer to her unconscious father to his two friends standing beside her. "Do you think….?" She couldn't finish the very thought Saruman could have had a hand in this.

"I am afraid it is the only explanation we have." Erestor admitted. "I certainly never heard of a similar case before."