Tale of Two Brothers

Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 11, Possessions
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor, Erestor/Thranduil, Legolas/Elladan (implied)
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar

WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings, incest, 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: Elladan has an interesting evening, Erestor gets a long overdue ravishing.

Dinner was a formal affair, as there were dignitaries from Mirkwood and Lothlórien present, including the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel as well as King Thranduil, and his son, Prince Legolas. Glorfindel dressed in his most formal robes and braided his hair, as was the custom for these events. He had spoken with Erestor earlier that evening and the Counselor was quite nervous regarding the evening’s events. He was unsure why, other than the problem seemed to center around the King of Mirkwood. Lord Elrond and Thranduil’s relationship, if you could call it that, had been strained for as long as anyone could remember, but the two leaders carried themselves with grace and were diplomatic, if not warm, with one another. Glorfindel surmised it was this that caused the Counselor’s trepidation.

He blew out the candle by his dressing table and stepped out of his quarters into the pale twilight. It was a warm evening and the group would bningning outside in the gardens. He heard the sounds of the harpists and singers above the din of the crowd. No one pulled off an event like this one quite as well as Lord Elrond. Lanterns were lit around the long table that had been brought down from the main house. The table itself was laden with fruit and wine, and places were set for the guests. As Glorfindel strolled into the garden, the first face he saw was Elladan’s. The elder twin was chatting with Prince Legolas, they were laughing as they sipped their wine, and Glorfindel positioned himself near the table where they were pouring so that he could discretely watch them. He knew of Elladan’s past liaisons with Legolas in his youth, and the two had maintained a friendship between them. Legolas had been Elladan’s first, and they had remained close. They bestowed a dozen or more gentle touches and caresses upon one another, all seemingly innocent, but Glorfindel thought differently. He watched his lover with the Mirkwood Prince, and begrudgingly thought they made a good match. Elrohir approached the warrior and placed a hand upon his shoulder and smiled, Glorfindel pried his gaze from the elder twin and turned to face his other lover.

“Mae Govannen, Lord Glorfindel. How do you fare this evening?” Elrohir smiled at his lover as his hand trailed down his arm, his fingertips lightly caressing the warrior’s hand before he pulled it away.

Glorfindel smiled; Elrohir was radiant, dressed in silver and pale blue, a mithril headband sparkled against his dark, sable tresses, and his eyes glinted mischievously. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around him and pull him close, to press his mouth to his and claim him as his own in front of all who were present, but that would not be appropriate to say the least. He smiled and nodded in respect to Elrohir, “I am well, Elrohir. How would you be this evening? It is warm, is it not?”

Elrohir smiled and the two engaged in small talk, surrounded by Elves from the three regions.

* * * *

A soft knock came at Erestor’s door and he checked his braids and robes one final time before answering. As he opened the door, his heart caught in his throat. Thranduil stood with his broad shoulders filling the doorway. The Mirkwood King smiled devilishly, and answered, “Good Evening, Counselor. It has been too long since we have seen one another.”

Erestor’s heart pounded in his chest, though he gave no signal outwardly. Thranduil was radiant, dressed in dark green and tan velvet, his flaxen mane elaborately braided and a mithril crown upon his head. Erestor wanted to grab him by the cloak and drag him to the bed. It had been over two hundred years since he had last seen the Sindar, and the King still managed to set his body on fire. He bowed his head and stepped aside inviting the King into his chamber, “Mae Govannen, my Lord. It is, as always, a pleasure to see you. Come in.”

Thranduil stepped inside the doorway, surveying Erestor’s chamber. It was of moderate size and tastefully decorated, displaying the same understated elegance that the Counselor himself projected. He heard the door latch and he smiled, and as he turned to face the Counselor, his lips were met with a burning kiss. Erestor slid his hands up and over Thranduil’s shoulders as he consumed his mouth. The Noldo quietly moaned into the kiss as he felt the King’s arms encircle him, and his powerful hands slide into his hair. Erestor’s long, elegant fingers made their way down the King’s powerful back and clasped his buttocks, gently kneading them as he ran one leg along the outside of the King’s thigh. They grappled with one another, burning for each other, when Thranduil lifted the Counselor from the floor and carried him to the bed. Thranduil tossed Erestor upon the soft bed and climbed over him, hovering above him on his hands and knees. He leaned down, his hair creating a golden shroud around Erestor’s face and he teased the Counselor’s lips with his tongue. “I have been thinking of you, Counselor.” The King whispered hoarsely. “I have missed your elegant body andtle tle wisdom. What would it take to convince you to serve me, rather than your Lord?”

Erestor panted against him, and began to consider Thranduil’s offer. It would indeed solve many problems for him. He was growing tired of Imladris, and yearned to see more of the world; and he had enjoyed himself greatly on his last extended trip to Mirkwood. It would also provide him with the opportunity to escape Glorfindel; being near him became increasingly more difficult each passing day. He could spend the rest of his life in the Mirkwood King’s bed and be more than satisfied; Thranduil was an amazing and giving lover. “I… I do not know, my Lord… It is unfair to ask me these questions when you have me in such a state. I fear I cannot think clearly.” He reacher Thr Thranduil with his mouth.

Thranduil laughed softly and lapped at the Noldo’s lips with his tongue, “Ai, Erestor, you are a wanton, such an insatiable Elf.”

Erestor smiled, “If I am a wanton, it is you who makes me so, my Lord. Were you not so beautiful and so talented, I would better be able to control myself.”

Thranduil chuckled and lowered himself down upon Erestor’s body, pressing him into the bed with his weight. The Counselor opened his legs and wrapped one around his lover as he consumed his mouth once more. The King was relentless, tasting and teasing the Noldo until he begged for more. He had nearly forgotten how good Erestor tasted and felt, his soft, pliable, submissiveness, and his underlying ferocious passion. Erestor nearly made the King weak in the knees, his glittering gray eyes, his silken raven hair, and his soft, smooth alabaster skin. Thranduil raised himself off the Noldo and smiled, “We will be very, very late for dinner, meldir. That would not be proper, nor would it be respectful. I fear we will have to continue this later, that is, if you are willing.”

Erestor groaned, “Ai, Thranduil…” he took a deep breath and sighed, “I suppose you are right, perhaps we can steal away early, yes?”

Thranduil chuckled, “Absolutely, melethron nín.” He rose to his knees and rested back upon his heels, extending his hand, “Come, escort me to dinner.”

As they climbed off the bed, Thranduil gently rearranged the Counselor’s braids and straightened his robes. Erestor reveled in the attention, having Thranduil dote upon him made his head swim. The King cupped his cheek in powepowerful hand and placed a soft kiss upon his lips as the two departed for dinner, Erestor’s hand resting in the crook of Thranduil’s arm.

* * * *

Elladan sat directly across from his brother and Glorfindel at the table; to his right was Legolas, and to his left was Erestor. It was strange to be surrounded by his past and present lovers, and Legolas had been very affectionate that evening. The Prince leaned over and whispered into his ear, “You are particularly lovely thvenivening, Elladan. I would swear you grow more desirable each time I see you.” Elladan’s eyes widened slightly as he felt the Prince’s strong hand come to rest upon his thigh. Legolas continued, “I realize it has been some time since we were last together, but I still have fond mbrambrances of our encounters. Do you ever think on them, meldir?”

Glorfindel glowered from over the rim of his goblet as he watched the Prince’s elegantly executed flirtation.

Elladan leaned toward the Prince, “Aye, sometimes I do find myself thinking of you. But, surely you have a lover now, do you not?”

Legolas regarded the warrior across the table with atle tle smile, and slowly removed his hand from Elladan’s thigh, “Aye, I do. However, he is not here and we are not… exclusive. Please forgive me if I have forgotten my place, Elladan, I meant no disrespect.”

Elladan was momentarily confused by the sudden withdrawal of Legolas’ offer, until he caught a glimpse of Glorfindel sitting across from him. The warrior looked as if he could tear the Prince’s head off that very moment. Elrohir had not noticed what had passed, as he was occupied with his Grandmother. Elladan frowned at the warrior and turned to Legolas, whispering, “No offense taken, meldiramin.” He pressed his lips to the Prince’s ear, “Take no heed of Glorfindel, Legolas. You have nothing to fear from him.”

The Prince gently pressed his ear toward the Peredhil’s mouth, whispering in reply, “I know, Elladan. Nevertheless, this is not a good time, nor is it the place to encounter Glorfindel’s wrath. I know not why he disapproves of my affection for you, but it is something I would rather not hash out in front of everyone at this table.”

Elladan smiled and whispered, “You would fight for me then, is that what you are saying?”

Legolas chuckled and whispered, “Is that what you want me to do, meldir? I dare say it would be a daunting undertaking, but well worth the reward.”

Elladan felt a sharp kick to the shin under the table and he barked out in surprise as he looked up at his brother’s stormy gray eyes. The other guests at the table turned to look at him and he flushed as he replied, “Pardon, I think I was stung by a bee.” He rubbed his neck in mock discomfort as Legolas calmly took a sip of his wine.

Elrohir grumbled under his breath, “Stung indeed…”

Glorfindel squeezed the Peredhil’s thigh under the table whispering under his breath, “Elrohir, not now, you cannot not do this here.”

The dinner guests returned to their conversations, as Elladan glared at his brother.

* * * *

Several hours later, the evening’s festivities were in full swing, the guests were drinking and dancing, and the wine flowed freely. Thranduil stood and stretched, making a comment that he was weary from the long trip and would retire early. The other guests rose from their seats and bowed as the King departed, after he stopped to place a soft kiss upon his son’s head. As soon as was discretely possible, Erestor also rose, excusing himself to Lord Elrond and left the celebration. As he passed out of view of the revelers, he nearly broke into a run, rushing down the pathway toward the guesthouses near the river. As he hurried along, he felt a hand upon his arm, pulling him into the bushes and off the path. He barked in surprise as he was nearly yanked off his feet and roughly shoved into the trunk of a large tree.

He gasped as he felt his lover’s silken lips upon his neck and he playfully growled as he tugged at Thranduil’s cloak, “Ai, you surprised me, my Lord. I was expecting you to be in your quarters by now.”

“Oh, I have other plans for you, Counselor, ones that do not involve my quart at at least not yet.” The King purred, “Come, I want to ravage you in the moonlight by the river.” He pulled Erestor from the tree, placing him in front of him as they continued down the path toward the river. As the two Elves staggered along, Thranduil slid his hand inside the Counselor’s robes andssedssed his mouth to his ear.

Erestor was moaning with increasing intensity, and he began leaning back into the King’s strong chest. He was panting and whimpering, blindly reaching out for his tormentor as they reached the soft grass of the banks of the river. Thranduil laid his lover in the tall grass, and lowered himself upon him, kissing him hungrily and caressing his strong, lean form. They broke from the kiss, and Erestor smiled as Thranduil caressed his face with his fingers and his lips. “So beautiful…” the King whispered. Erestor reached up and removed the crown from his lover’s head, gently placing it in the grass next to where they lay. He then began removing the braids from his King’s hair, running his fingers through it as he sighed. Thranduil smiled at him, “You are absolutely delectable, my lovely Noldo. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to keep from throwing you upon the table and ravishing you in front of everyone.”

Erestor laughed softly and reached up for the King with his mouth. He purred “You are radiant, my Lord. I am burning for you.”

“And you shall have me, Ere, fo, for as long as you want me.” Thranduil covered the Counselor’s mouth with his own, tugging at his robes, as he tasted the deepest recesses of the Noldo’s mouth.

They ravaged one another, tugging at each other’s clothing, sliding their hands across one another’s bodies. Thranduil pulled the laces of the Counselor’s leggings free and slid his hand inside, grasping his silken length and softly stroking it. Erestor moaned and arched his back in response, spreading his legs to give his lover better access. The Counselor gathered the King’s robes in his hands, and was delighted to find that Thranduil did not wear leggings beneath the velvet of his robes. His hands caressed his perfect, round buttocks, his fingers digging into the soft warm flesh and hard muscle. Erestor felt his leggings come free and his cloak slide up around his chest as his King consumed him, taking his length in his mouth and relentlessly teasing his rigid flesh with his tongue. He gasped and moaned, tangling Thranduil’s flaxen mane in his fingers, thrusting upward into the King’s soft, warm mouth. He whispered a litany of erotic words as he whimpered, drawing ever nearer to completion. Thranduil dragged his teeth along the soft flesh of his lover’s erection, swirling his te ale along its length and ceaselessly sucking at him as he pumped his mouth along the Noldo’s arousal. He tasted so good, slightly salty, and slick against his tongue. Thranduil rarely performed this ritual on his lovers, most often he was pleasured by them without returning the favor; but Erestor was special. Erestor was not some little known, pretty face; Erestor was his equal in every way but title, and Thranduil enjoyed pleasuring the Noldo. The Counselor arched his back and writhed beneath his lover, pressing his chest into his hands, feeling him manipulate and fondle the hard nubs of his nipples. He felt as though he were drowning in a sea of ivory and gold, breathlessly moaning the King’s name, as he grew ever closer. Finally, he cried out as he spilled his essence down the Sindar’s throat, and trembled as the King lapped up the small drops that continued to ebb from his quivering arousal. It had been well over a year since the Counselor had enjoyed the pleasure of another’s flesh, and he reveled in it. Glorfindel had been his last lover; he had not taken another since. He had almost forgotten how talented Thranduil was, and he had not realized how much he had needed it, until that moment.

Thranduil slowly worked his way back up the trembling Counselor’s body, lapping at him and teasing him with his tongue, until he finally reached his ear. He whispered, “You are exquisite when you are undone, Erestor. So beautifully spent…”

Erestor laughed softly into the King’s ear, “Oh, how I have missed you, my Lord. I had nearly forgotten how much.”

Thranduil pulled the Counselor’s leggings back up and scooped him up off the ground, “Then I must work harder to etch myself upon your memory, melethron. I would have you remember me for all time.” He leaned over and retrieved his crown, placing it upon Erestor’s head, and he pulled the Noldo against him as he growled in his ear, “Come, I am not finished with you yet, meldir.” He led Erestor away to his expansive guest quarters.

* * * *
adanadan was walking back toward his chamber alone, as he yawned. All of the socializing at these functions always wore him out and he was particularly taxed that evening. He undid his braids as he walked along and stopped to pick up a comb he had dropped. When he stood up, he was face to face with his friend, the Prince.

Legolas smiled gently and trailed his fingers along Elladan’s loosened braid, “So very lovely…” he whispered. “I have missed you, meldir.” His fingertips lightly brushed the Peredhil’s brow and Elladan closis eis eyes and sighed.

“I have missed you too, Legolas. You have been a good friend to me throughout the years.” As the Prince softly caressed his face, he felt his heartbeat quicken and felt a spark of desire flare deep in his stomach.

“Do you remember the first night we met, Elladan? You were so nervous and so beautiful; I thought I was the luckiest Elf in all of Elvendom to have the honor or initiating you into adulthood; I will forever be grateful to Erestor for that.”

“Aye, I do remember, I was nervous. I also thought myself to be lucky, very lucky in fact. To be deflowered by one such as yourself, not to mention one of such remarkable beauty and skill, was a rare honor. It seems we are both indebted to Erestor.” The Peredhil smiled shyly as he gazed into the Prince’s unfathomable blue eyes.

Legolas smiled and whispered, “Aye, I do believe that to be true. Hoply mly my father is repaying my debt as we speak.”

Elladan’s eyes widened, “Your father? Thranduil and Erestor are…”

Legolas chuckled, “Aye, meldir, they are. They have been, occasionally, since before you were born. Does that surprise you?”

Elladan laughed despite himself, “Well, it appears that things are far more complicated than I had realized.” He raised an eyebrow, “You and Erestor?”

Legolas laughed softly, “No, Elladan, Erestor and I never have been lovers. Though it appears we share you in common.” He thought to himself that Elladan was not the only one he and Erestor shared in common, but that was something he would never speak of. The Prince stepped closer to Elladan, almost touching him as he spoke very softly, “Complications appear to be the order of the day. I fear Glorfindel is not the only one I would have to battle for your affection.”

Elladan closed his eyes and felt Legolas’ breath upon his face. He whispered softly, “Erestor and I are no longer involved, Legolas.”

Legolas slowly caressed the Peredhil’s face with his silken lips, “Erestor is not who I speak of, Elladan, I am referring to your brother, I am referring to Elrohir.”

Elladan gasped and quickly stepped backward. He stammered, “What are you talking about? Elrohir?”

Legolas slowly shook his head, “Now, now, Elladan. Do not play coy with me, I knowt hat has passed between you, I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. Glorfindel was not the only one who wanted my head on a platter at dinner.”

“Do not meddle in things that are none of your concern, Legolas.”

The Prince turned to meet Glorfindel’s angry gaze, his eyes were a deep blue and his jaw was set. Legolas narrowed his eyes and calmly answered the warrior, “I believe this is my concern, since it is I whom the two of you wanted to thrash at dinner. Is Elladan not an adult? Is he not able to make his own choices?”

Glorfindel leaned forward, “Do not push me, Legolas, ‘twouldunwiunwise.”

Legolas refused to give ground and in a tone that bordered on menace, answered, “Nor would it be wise to push me. You may be an Eldar, but I am strong in my own right, and I am not inclined to shrink from a challenge.”

Elladan stepped in between the two Elves and separated them, “This is ridiculous! Both of you are acting like Elflings.” He turned to Glorfindel, “Seneschal, I appreciate your concern, however, Legolas is my friend and I do not need protection from him.” He then turned to Legolas, “The nature of my relationship with my brother is not up for discussion, meldir. Please, go, I will find you later.”

Legolas glared at the warrior and then bowed to Elladan, “As you wish, meldir. You know where to find me, if you so desire to.” He turned and strolled down the path toward his quarters.

Glorfindel growled and made a move to follow, but Elladan stopped him. The Peredhil snapped at the warrior, “By Elbereth, Glorfindel! What is the matter with you? Threatening the Prince of Mirkwood? He is my friend, he would do no harm to me, he was only concerned by the way you and Elrohir reacted toward him at dinner. I would tread carefully, seneschal, you do not want to anger him, nor his father. Relations between our realms are tenuous at best, we can not afford to make things worse.”

Glorfindel glared at the Peredhil, “I do not fear them.” He answered shortly.

Elrohir joined the pair on the bridge and stood opposite the warrior and reluctantly agreed with his brother, “Glorfindel, a'maelamin, Elladan is right. We can ill afford to make things worse between the two realms. However, that does not excuse the blatant flirtation between you and Legolas both before, and at dinner, Elladan.”

“Oh, this is ridiculous, you are both jealous! I would think I would have proved myself to you both by now, do you mistrust me that much?” He moved to leave when his lovers caught him by the arms.

Glorfindel leaned down and pressed his lips to Elladan’s ear, “Where are you going, rwalaer?”

Elrohir leaned into his brother and pressed his lips to Elladan’s neck, “Yes, where do you think you are going, gwador?”

Elladan gasped and closed his eyes as his two lovers accosted him upon the bridge, t art are you doing? Someone may see us…”

Glorfindel growled to Elrohir, “I can still smell the Mirkwood seducer on him.”

Elrohir slid his hand down inside Elladan’s leggings and growled, “You belong to us, melethron, do not forget that. You are ours.”

Glorfindel and Elrohir dragged the elder Peredhil from the bridge and back to the warrior’s quarters.


To be continued…


Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My Friend
A’maelamin = Beloved
**Rwalaer = Lusty one
Gwador = Brother
Melethron = Lover
Melethron nín = My Lover

** Quenya