Rîn dûr (dark memories)

Rîn dûr (dark memories)

Title: Rîn dûr (dark memories)
Author:Githoniel
Part: 1/??
Pairing: Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning:AU, slash, graphic sex, Twincest, later rape and child abuse mentioned
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: things happen in the presence, that evoke memories of old – and not all of them are good ones...
Authors Note: This is a gift for Setare! Happy birthday sweetheart!!!

// = thoughts
~~ = memories


Part 1

Imladris, 1029 T.A.


„This is disgusting!“
„Thranduil…“
„NO! Don’t even try to convince me otherwise. How can you allow your sons to bring such shame over your family?”
“You are my closest friend, Thranduil, but also a guest in my house! I won’t allow you to insult my sons! Shame? Disgust? Thran – they love each other!”
“They are brothers!”
“Yes, yes they are! But Elladan and Elrohir do not only share the same blood, they also share one heart and one soul. Who am I to forbid them to share the bed as well?”
“But haven’t you tried to stop it? To separate them?”
“Separate them? That would be the same as to KILL them! I do love my sons – I would never do anything to cause them grief. Would you condemn Legolas to certain fading because of your family honor?”
Thranduil had no answer to that. Elrond took a step closer to the Mirkwood king and placed his hand on his shoulder. The blond king flinched at the touch.
“Thran, mellon-nin, they are my sons and whatever they do with each other, I love them and I am proud of them. You are a father yourself – don’t you understand?”
“I – I don’t know, I’ll have to think about that Elrond!”
“Do so, mellon-nin! – I hope this changes nothing between us. Do I see you after dinner in the hall of fire for a drink, a talk and maybe a game of chess?”
“If you make sure that your chief advisor does not challenge me again! – He still cannot accept that I best him last time we played!”
“You were the first who ever did so! But fear not, I bet my famous seneschal will keep him occupied!”
“I regret that I couldn’t be here for their binding-ceremony.”
“It was a night to remember, that much is for sure!”
“If you would excuse me now, Elrond. I promised Legolas to show him around in your beautiful valley. I still remember my first visit in Imladris. All I was able to was to marvel mouth agape at the beauty of Imladris.”

***

When Thranduil was gone, Elrond sat behind his desk and tried to read some of the reports, Erestor had brought him this morning. But soon he found, he couldn’t concentrate. His mind wandered off to the argument with Thranduil. Of course he had known, that the relationship his sons had, would lead to certain problems. A love between brother’s was anything but usual. Many elves would never understand, that it was not their lust that led to this, but the will of the Valar. His sons were soulmates, of that he had no doubt.

He had hoped, that at least Thranduil would understand that the love for his sons weighed heavier than anything else. The blond elfking was his closest friend and he couldn’t bear he thought of losing his friendship. Through the last millenia, they had stood together side by side, in battle, in times of happiness or grief.
He still remembered that fateful day, the two of them had met for the first time...


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flashback:


Dagorlad, camp of the Last Alliance, 3434 S.A.

Though it was not that late in the afternoon, darkness lurked over the camp. This land had not seen the light for years. Screaming and wheeping could be heard everywhere, the stench of blood and death filled the air. Many elves had lost their lives today.
Elrond, together with many other healers, was tending the wounded soldiers, that had been brought from the battlefield. He was just bandaging a young warriors leg, when a hand was laid on his shoulder. He turned and saw right into Gil Galads dark blue eyes.
“Elrond, I need to talk with you.”
Elrond finished the bandage and then followed the high king into his tent. Once he was sure they were alone, he flung himself in his lovers arms.
“Oh, Ereinion, you are back!” He sealed their lips in a kiss. Tears were streaming down his face.
“So many died today...”
“We have come to late, Elrond... Oropher – “
“I know, he lost so many of his soldiers. Why couldn’t he wait for your marching order, why must he always be this stubborn? He...”
”Elrond! He is dead!”
”What?” Elrond took a few steps back. His face clearly showed his consternation.
“We found him on the battlefield, a blade in his back!”
As if to prove his words, Ereinion Gil Galad pointed at the sidetable, where the sword of the sindar king lay.
“Elrond, you must do something for me! You must bring his father’s sword to Thranduil and tell him about his father.”
“Thranduil is here?”
“Yes, he is.”
“I didn’t know? Why haven’t I seen him yet?”
“One of the soldiers told me it was Oropher’s wish, that the prince remained in the royal tent all the time. I have no idea, why Oropher thought he had to hide his son...”
“He is the new king of Greenwood now” Elrond realized. “How old is he?”
“He is barely past his majority. This will all come as a shock for him, that’s why I want YOU to talk with him. You are sensitive and caring – you will find the right words for him.”
“Do you know the prince?”
“We have never met. But Elrond – we need him and the alliance with Greenwood, now more than ever. This war is not over yet.”
“I will talk to him.” Elrond nodded and then added in a whisper: “Shall I come to your tent tonight?”
Gil Galad smiled at his younger lover’s implied words.
“Meleth, it was a hard day, maybe I should sleep alone tonight. With you near, I’m not able to sleep at all – you are too much of a temptation!”

***

When Elrond stepped into the Greenwood royal tent and the fabric fell shut behind him, everything was completely dark. At first he thought, that no one was in there and turned to leave, but then he heard a faint sigh in a corner of the tent.
“Hello? Is anyone in there?” he asked into the darkness. “Prince Thranduil?”
“Who are you?” came a whispered reply.
“My name is Elrond Eärendilion, I’m Gil Galad’s standard bearer.”
“I’ve heard this name before.”
“My name?”
“No, Gil Galad!”
Elrond was shocked. Could it be that Oropher’s heir had no idea of what was going on in the world?
“He is our high king!” Elrond said.
“Oh!” was all, Thranduil said at that. “Now, Elrond Eärendilion, what do you want from me?”
“Let me saes light a candle or two. Why are you actually sitting here in the darkness?”
“I’ve been in this tent for about 6 months now – what would I see when lighting a candle?”
“Well, for now you could see me and I could see you.”
Thranduil laughed shortly, but it sounded bittersweet.
“Well, yes, that would be something new! So light the candles, Elrond!”
Elrond took one of the candles and stepped outside to light it at one of the torches burning in front of the tent.
When he came back, he lit also the other candlesticks and soon the tent was filled with a warm and comfortable light.
“So, that’s better. So now let me have a look at you, my prince.”
Thranduil stood from his corner and stepped closer to Elrond into the light of the candles. Gil Galads standard bearer sucked his breath. Oropher’s son looked nothing like his father. His hair was golden and his features soft. His eyes were shining emeralds. Thranduil was a mirror image of his beautiful mother, who had died shortly after his birth.
The young prince became nervous under Elrond’s gaze.
“You still haven’t told me, why you are here!”
“Oh, I’m sorry my prince, but – saes – let’s have a seat.”
Both elves sat on a sofa made of dark green velvet. Elrond took Thranduil’s hands in his, but the elf flinched and pulled them back at once. Elrond sighed and then took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry to say that the reason for my coming is a very sad one. You know your father came here to fight against Sauron and his orcs. Today, there was a great battle...”
Thranduil didn’t move, he did not even blink once, but seemed petrified.
“King Oropher was a great warrior and also brave, maybe even too much. He did not wait for Gil Galad’s soldiers to join his army. We came to late to help him.”
“Is he dead?” Elrond was taken aback by the coldness of Thranduil’s words.
“Yes, your adar died today. I’m here to bring you his sword.”
He pointed at the bundle, he had brought with him and that was now lying on chair.
“You are the new king of Greenwood now!”
At these words, Thranduils eyes showed emotions for the very first time. Elrond could clearly read the panic in the emerald orbs, but that was the only thing, that gave the young prince away.
“I wish to be alone now.” Thranduil said.
“Of course – my tent is on the other side of the camp, the dark blue one next to the high king’s. You can’t miss it. Should you wish to talk to someone, you can always come to me.”
“Thank you for your kind offer, Elrond Eärendilion. Please, extinguish the candles when you leave!”


end flashback
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present:


Legolas found he couldn’t sleep. This was all so exciting. He had reached his majority only two years ago and this was his first journey together with his father. The beauty of Imladris left a great impression on him. This valley was so different from the realm of his father, which possessed beauty of its own, but was threatened by darkness all the time.
Legolas looked out of the window. In the black sky stood a full moon, its silver light touched the earth and gave it a magical glow. Surveying the gardens, Legolas saw a mighty old tree and suddenly, the young prince felt, as if this tree would call for him.
Like every other wood-elf, Legolas had always felt the connection to nature. The urge to go outside and touch the tree became so strong, Legolas threw a cloak over his sleeping robe and left his room.
When he walked through the gardens, Legolas felt the grass wet with dew under his bare feet. When he reached his destination, he laid his hand at the rough bark and took a deep breath. At once, he felt the calming presence of the tree in his mind. This one was old and had seen only peace in his long life, so unlike the trees in Greenwood.

A sudden movement in the darkness caught Legolas eye and he heard the rustle of the foliage not too far from him. His curiosity was aroused. Carefully and without making a noise, he went in the direction, where the rustle had came from. There were high bushes standing in line and from his walk in the gardens earlier that day, Legolas knew that about ten steps behind them the river Bruinen flowed. Peeking around the bushes, Legolas couldn’t see anything at first. He was about to leave, when there was a splashing sound coming from the river. An elf emerged from the water, his creamy skin glowed in the silver light of the moon, the dark wet hair caressed his back like liquid silk. Legolas was just pondering wether to greet this elf or not, when another body appeared on the water surface – an identical body.
//This have to be Elrond’s sons!// Legolas thought. He hadn’t met the twins yet for they had been away, when his party had arrived in Imladris the day before.
Both elves were now standing near the riverbank in the shallow water, that covered the lower half of their bodies. Legolas could do nothing but stare at the sight of those two beautiful elves in the water. The twins stood face to face to each other and Legolas stopped breathing, when one of them reached out and touched the other’s chest with the tips of his fingers. The blond prince almost didn’t believe his eyes, when the other drew his brother closer and both of them kissed tenderly. This kiss was anything but brotherly.
//They are lovers!// Legolas realized and at the same moment they found, this thought was not displeasing for him. To see them together in that way felt right, these two seemed to be made for each other.
Meanwhile the twins’ kiss had deepened and one of them led the other to the riverbank and laid him on his back. Even though Legolas was still innocent in that aspect, the prince knew very well what was most likely to come. He himself was highly aroused by now, his hardened member rubbed against his sleeping robe.
When the head of one twin disappeared between the thighs of the other, he felt he had to touch himself and started to caress his arousal through the thin fabric. He could hear faint moaning from the riverbank and the sweet plea, to be taken. He knew, he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t watch such an intimate act, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the pair. Now one of them sat between the other’s legs, lifted them slightly and pressed forward. A small cry sounded through the night. This was the moment, when Legolas was driven over the edge. He climaxed heavily, his seed spurted against his robe and a moan escaped his lips.
“Have you heard that, muindor?”
“No, Elladan, I heard nothing. Saes, don’t stop now – saes!”
Legolas heart missed a beat. Carefully he took a step back behind the bushes and then ran back to the house.


Tbc.


Translation:

mellon-nin – my friend
meleth – love
saes – please
adar – father
muindor - brother

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