Tale of Two Brothers

Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 10, Paths Chosen
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar

WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…

Feedback: Yes please: larienelengasse@yahoo.com

Summary/Notes: Glorfindel and Elrond talk; Elladan and Glorfindel share more than a bed; Erestor gives Elrohir a warning

Glorfindel yawned and stretched, wincing at the moderate pain in his shoulder, the wound in his shoulder was nearly healed, and the one in his thigh was all but gone. Two happy side effects had come out of his being injured; one was that he was getting some much needed time off from his duties as seneschal, otheother was that Elladan and Elrohir had put their Orc slaying adventures on indefinite hold. The lesson the Twins had learned was that the world was becoming a dangerous place, and they had precious little time to spend with their loved ones, almost losing Glorfindel had taught them that lesson.

The Eldar closed his eyes, folded one hand behind his head, and crossed his ankles. He allowed his thoughts to drift to Elladan and Elrohir. He dreamt their deep, soft moans and whispers floating in his ears, their hard and lean warrior’s bodies pressing against his, their silken, sable hair brushing his skin, their full lips caressing his own. He felt his arousal stir at the thought of them, Elrohir, so full of want and urgent passion, and Elladan, so soft and yielding, so submissive. They were perfectly matched to one another, and to him. Since he had left the infirmary and gone back to sleeping in his room, they had come to him every night, pleasuring him in ways that left him craving more. In his weakened state, they had taken care of him, and made sure he enjoyed himself with little exertion on his part.

He regretted that they could not love one another openly, but most would not understand their relationship, his with them, yes, but theirs with one another, no. He looked forward to their visit that evening, and the hours of lovemaking followed by blissful sleep. He loved holding them in his arms, listening to their quiet breathing, feeling the warmth from their bodies against his skin. He loved them and wanted them, more than any others in his long life. He took a deep breath and sighed, the sun felt good on his skin and a warm breeze gently ruffled the soft cotton of his summer robe. He sensed the presence of another and opened his eyes to see his Lord sit down beside him.

“Mae Govannen, seneschal. Resting comfortably?” Elrond regarded his close friend and seneschal with some concern.

Glorfindel sat up next to his old friend, and honored Lord, “Yes, my Lord, thank you. You have done a fine job of healing me, as always.”

Elrond sighed, “I am glad, but I worry about you, Glorfindel. Wounds from Orc’s arrows I can heal, there are other wounds I cannot.”

Glorfindel raised one arched eyebrow, “I am sorry, I do not follow, my Lord.”

Elrond shook his head, “Oh, but I think you do, seneschal. The heart is both a strong and delicate thing, and while yours is stronger than many I have come across, it is not indestructible.” He looked up at the clouds passing high overhead through the tree boughs and continued, “They have one another, Glorfindel, they always will. But you, who will you have when the time comes? And it will, Glorfindel, the time will come, as surely as I sit here talking to you.”

Glorfindel was stunned; Elrond knew, he may not say it in so many words, but he knew. Instead of lying, which was something he had never done to his Lord, he said nothing and looked at the ground.

Elrond put his hand upon his back, “I am not angry with you, Glorfindel, and I understand things better than you know. I love my sons, and Arwen, more than anything in all the world; there is nothing they could do to make me love them less. Elladan and Elrohir will never leave one another; I have known this since the day they were born. Do not forget, I know what it is to be a twin; it is a bond that nothing, save death, can break.”

Glorfindel quietly answered, “I know what you say is true, my Lord. I do not seek to part them, I only want to love them, and protect them, as best I can.”

Elrond sighed anddeddded, “I do not want to see you hurt, seneschal, I do not want to see you settle for what you desire, rather than what you deserve. Passion can make us weak in the mind, and weak in spirit. Passion is best enjoyed in small doses, Glorfindel; too much can consume your heart and spirit.” He shifted to face his friend, “There is one who loves you, loves you as you should be loved, who would be a faithful and giving companion for the rest of time. However, it is up to you to make that decision. My purpose in coming here was to tell you that you have nothing to fear from me, that I only want to see you happy.” He rose from the ground and left the warrior sitting alone again, pondering all that had been said.

He understood Elrond’s meaning, the Twins would always love each other in a way they could never love him, no matter how much he loved them for his own part. While he no longer believed they would leave him callously, he wondered how long it would take them to desire only one another, for them to bond in the way of their kind, even if the Valar would not recognize it. He picked a leaf of clover from the ground and twirled it in his fingers, his mind drifting to them, and tears slowly beginning to trickle from his eyes. It was Elladan’s hands that pulled his hair away from his neck, and Elladan’s lips that caressed it. The Eldar wondered how the Peredhil always seemed to know when he needed comfort, for whenever he did, Elladan magically appeared.

“Why so sad, meleth nín?” His lover’s deep voice whispered.

“’Tis nothing, a’maelamin, just a touch of melancholy, that is all.” He whispered in return.

Elladan slid around to sit facing him; he had brought a basket with assorted fruit, cheeses, and bread, and a flask of miruvor. He smiled in the gentle way that nearly tore Glorfindel’s heart from his breast. The Eldar wondered how he would ever live without that smile, how he had ever lived without it before. His lover softly brushed the slowly falling tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I pains me to see you so sad, Glorfindel, it breaks my heart. Tell me what to do to lighten your spirits, tell me what you need to feel better.”

Glorfindel smiled and quietly sniffled, “You… this… just seeing you makes me feel better, Elladan.” He took a deep breath and caressed his lover’s face, “Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?”
ladaladan smiled again, a slight blush coloring his cheek, “No, Glorfindel, you have not.”

The Eldar’s fingers trailed down his jaw line, across his full lips, and down his neck, “I am proud of you, Elladan. Imladris will one day be yours to govern, and you will govern it well, as well as your Father. You have studied hard and learned much, and you have the gentle wisdom that a great ruler needs to succeed and be loved by his subjects. You carry inside you both the wisdom of the Elves, and the nobility of the Dúnedain. You are truly unique in all the world.”

Elladan pressed a soft kiss to his cheekbone and pressed his forehead into the warrior’s, “Well not completely unique, seneschal. I am but one half of a whole.”

Glorfindel winced inwardly, there it was, that great, un-crossable void between them and him. He sighed, “You are more than that, Elladan. As much as you and Elrohir are alike, you are different as well. You have gifts he does not, just as he as gifts that you do not. Do not lose yourself to him, Elladan; I know of what I speak. Elrohir is like a bright burning flame that blots out all before him, do not let his flame burn out your own.”

Elladan pulled back and cocked his head, gently caressing his lover’s face, “Do not worry, a’maelamin, I know who I am, and I know where I belong, I belong with you and Elrohir. And as for you, your flame is brighter than either of ours, though you may not believe that. I started out just wanting you, wanting you for Elrohir. But, now I love you, as much as I love Elrohir, as hard as that is for you to believe.”

Glorfindel sighed and smiled at his lover, “Your gentle grace and your beauty are a far greater gift than I am able to pay for, Elladan, though pay I will, one way or the other.” He rose from the ground and left the confused Peredhil sitting alone under the tree.

* * * *

“A word, Elrohir.”

Elrohir turned to find Erestor following him from the main house down to the barracks. “Mae Govannen, Erestor. How are you this fine afternoon?”

“I am well, Elrohir.” He took a deep breath and started again, “Actually, that is not true. I am worried, Elrohir, worried about Glorfindel.”

Elrohir’s eyes widened fear crept into his voice, “Is he not well, Erestor? Should we get Adar?”

Erestor leveled his gaze at the Peredhil, “That is not what I am referring to, Elrohir. His body is fine, it is his heart that I am worried about.”

Elrohir swallowed, “I… I do not know what why you would be worried about that. He is fine, he loves us, Erestor, we make him happy.”

Erestor stood eye to eye with the younger Elf, “For now, but what happens when you can no longer share your brother? I think we both know it will be you, that comes to that conclusion.”

Elrohir narrowed his eyes, “What are you talking about? Why is this any of your concern, Erestor? Glorfl isl is an adult, I do believe he can make his own decisions.”

“Come now, Elrohir. Do not play this game with me; you and I both know that as long as Elladan was doing this just for you, it was fine. However, you see, as I have, that is no longer the case. They have fallen in love with one another and now you share your brother’s heart, as well as his body, with your lover.”

“I do not want to discuss this with you, Erestor. This is not your concern, Elladan and I care deeply for Glorfindel, and we would never hurt him.” He turned to walk away.

Erestor caught him by the arm, “I think you believe what you say, Elrohir, but you will hurt him, you already have. Why he is willing to lay down his heart and soul for you, I do not know, but I am begging you to take care with it. This is a precious gift he gives you, it is not one to be toyed with.” He released Elrohir’s arm and turned back up the path, returning to the house.

* * * *

There was a soft knock at the warrior’s door that roused him from his late afternoon nap. “Yes?” he responded.

Ean oan opened the door and entered, closing it and latching it behind him. He smiled sadly at the warrior as he approached the bed. He climbed upon it and without saying a word laid himself down on top of the covers, resting his head upon the warrior’s uninjured shoulder. He curled against him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing a soft kiss upon his bare chest.

Glorfindel did not speak, he wrapped his arms around him and sighed, holding him close and caressing his silken hair. Since the three of them had entered into this strange relationship, Elladan had not come to him on his own in his chamber, and in a strange way, even though they only held one another, it felt as if they were doing something elicit.

“Amin mela le, Glorfindel.” He whispered.

“Amin mela le, Elladan, a’maelamin.” He answered. After several minutes of silence the warrior continued, “Why are you here like this, meleth nín?”

“Because I want to be.” Elladan whispered in return. He sat up and gazed into the warrior’s bright blue gaze, “Would you make love to me, Glorfindel? Make love to me as you did to Elrohir before all this happened?”

“Are you sure that is what you want, a’maelamin? How would Elrohir feel about this if he knew?”

Elladan looked at the bed, “I do not know, I suppose he would not like it. But, I want to feel what he felt, I want to know what it is like to be loved by you, not just wanted by you.”

Glorfindel frowned, “But I do love you, Elladan, surely you believe that.”

“I do, but when we lie together, Elrohir is always there, I… I have… I have to share you with him. I want to know what it is like to love you, and for you to love me, just the two of us. We have not been alone together, not since we have come to love one another, like this. But if you do not want to…”

Glorfindel sat up and unbuttoned Elladan’s robe, sliding it off his shoulders and gently kissing his neck, “I do, a’maelamin, I do want to. Come, slip under the blankets with me, we have a few hours before dinner.”

Elladan rose from the bed, shed his robe, and slid under the cool cotton sheets, pressing against the soft, warm body of his lover. For the better part of an hour, they held each other, looking into one another’s eyes, caressing one another, and kissing one another. They whispered to each other, words of love and adoration, words of passion and longing, words of never ending devotion. Elladan had not felt so loved and safe in all his life, other than when he was with Elrohir, but that was different. Elrohir was his twin; they shared a bond stronger than either of their wills. Glorfindel was his lover, he was there by choice, and he touched him that way, and said what he said, because he wanted to.

r slr slow prelude to lovemaking increased in intensity, soft moans and gentle caresses becoming more urgent, more heated. The warrior slowly rolled over on top of his lover, looking down into his dark, pewter gaze, lapping at his swollen, warm lips. Elladan whispered, “Your shoulder, perhaps…”

“Ssshhh, a’maelamin. I am fine; I want to look into your eyes while I make love to you, Elladan. I want to watch your beautiful face.” After cursory preparation, he entered his lover’s body, aided only by his own seed. He watched Elladan’s eyelids flutter as he drew closer to completion, he softly kissed his mouth, caressing his tongue with his own as he made love, truly made love to Elladan for the first time. Elladan softly moaned and cried out his lover’s name, clutching him tightly as the warrior stroked his engorged arousal, bringing him to climax with him. Glorfindel laid in between his lover’s legs, leisurely cleaning him with soft, long strokes of his tongue. Elladan trembled beneath his warrior, whispering to him, and promising to love him until the end of time.

They held one another for sometime afterward, not speaking, just relishing one another, and softly caressing each other until Ean fan finally had to leave. Elladan stood beside the bed, dressed in his robe once again, and he leaned down, pressed a gentle kiss to the warrior’s lips, and whispered against them, “Amin mela le, my beloved Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel smiled, “Amin mela le, my precious Elladan.”

He rose and smiled at him, “See you at dinner?”

Glorfindel smiled in return, “Yes, meleth nín.”

Elladan quietly departed the warrior’s chamber smiling at him as he closed the door.


To be continued…


Meleth nín = My love
Amin mela le = I love you
A’maelamin = Beloved