Tale of Two Brothers

Title: Tale of Twotherthers – Chapter 12
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor (implied), Erestor/Thranduil, Legolas/Elladan (implied), Thranduil/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar

WARNING: This story is rated NC-1d cod 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: Glorfindel and Elrohir remind Elladan where he belongs; Erestor makes a discovery about Thranduil


Elrohir closed and latched the door behind them as Glorfindel ushered Elladan to the bed. The elder twin stood beside it as the warrior consumed him, removing his robes anvagivaging his neck. Elladan moaned as he blindly reached out and caught the bedpost, trying to steady himself as Glorfindel continued his assault. Elrohir stalked toward the bed, removing his clothes and dropping them, leaving a trail from the door.

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind his brother and running his hands over his shoulders and arms, pressing his body into his back, as Elladan’s clothing fell away. He growled, “You belong to us, Elladan.”

Glorfindel made his way from the Peredhil’s neck to his ear as he removed his own garments, ruthlessly sucking on its point before pressing his naked body to him. He breathed into Elladan’s ear, “Us, Elladan, you belong to us.”

Elladan’s head was swimming, he was hopelessly aroused, his whole body was afire with burning lust. Their obvious jealousy was quite intoxicating. He felt Elrohir pull him back to the bed as Glorfindel joined them. The Eldar slid in behind Elladan, rubbing his engorged arousal between his buttocks as Elrohir pressed punishing kisses to his mouth and stroked his brother in his hand. The Vanya bit and sucked at his neck leaving love marks all along the back of his neck and his shoulders as he slid his fingers inside his lover's body. Elladan groaned into Elrohir’s mouth as he felt the intrusion, and he felt his brothers lips curve into a smile against his own. Elrohir broke their kiss just long enough to whisper, “Ours…” against his lipsore ore plundering his mouth again. Elrohir took both himself and Elladan’s length in his hand, rubbing them together and stroking both as he thrust forward against his brother. Glorfindel stroked his already weeping arousal, coated it, and thrust inside his lover. Elladan cried out and bucked back into the warrior’s body as his brother thrust forward into him. It was incredible, so passionate, so full of want and lust, that it drove him out of his mind. He moaned and whimpered, riding each crest of desire higher until he cried out into his brother’s kiss and spent himself over his stomach. Elrohir reached his own climax shortly after, groaning into his brother’s mouth as Glorfindel also spilled himself inside Elladan’s body. They lay panting against one another, tangled together, covered in sweat, as they each reveled in the warm afterglow of their climax. Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Elladan and Elrohir, encompassing both of them in his strong embrace and Elrohir snuggled against his brother, tucking his head under his chin and pressing his body to Elladan.

“Amin mela le, Elladan.” The younger twin whispered.

“Amin mela le, Elladan.” Glorfindel also whispered.

Elladan sighed, “I love both of you, so much.”

Elrohir whispered, “Do not ever leave us, Elladan.”

Elladan sighed, “I could never leave either of you. I belong here, I belto yto you.”

The Elrohir reached down and pulled the bed covers up around them and they settled into sleep in one another’s arms.

* * * *

Erestor staggered through the door, holding on to the crown that sat askew upon his head and stopped dead in his tracks. Legolas was sitting sideways in a large chair by the fireplace, one lenginnging over the arm and one arm above his head, grasping the back of the chair. He wore le sle silver, thin silk sleeping robe tied loosely about the waist so that it lay open to his navel; a long, muscular thigh protruded from the opening of the robe and his groin was barely covered. The leg that hung over the arm of the chair swung back and forth, in a slow, graceful arc. He held, in his free hand, a goblet of wine that he was leisurely sipping from, and his eyes sparkled for just a moment as Erestor and Thranduil came through the door. He smiled seductiveld sod softly spoke, “My apologies, I did not realize you were expecting company, Ada.”

He rose from the chair with a grace that Erestor had never seen before. He smiled gently and bowed his head to his father. “I will take your leave. Again, my humble apologies.”

Thranduil crossed the room and took his son by the shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead before whispering something in his ear. As the King’s lips met his son’s head, Erestor saw the Prince close his eyes; he saw the slight parting of his lips and the slow rise of his chest as he took a deep breath. He knew then that it was not over as he had thought when Legolas left Mirkwood for Lorien. He could see that they still lay together, as lovers. Legolas smiled sweetly at Erestor as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Almost, as if his voice had a life of its own he heard himself whisper, “By Elbereth, he is enchanting.”

Thranduil smiled and crossed the room to Cou Counselor. He took his arms in his hands and brushed his lips against those of the Noldo, whispering against them, “Yes, hiautyauty astounds even me at times.” He flicked his tongue against Erestor’s lips and smiled, “Now, where were we?”

Erestor looked up into the sparkling sapphire pools of Thranduil’s eyes and whispered, “Perhaps I should leave you to your son, my Lord.”

Thranduil clutched him tight, preventing him from pulling away. He softly spoke into the Nos eas ear, “I know you do not understand, meldir. I do not understand myself; how I can love him as I do. But I do love him, Erestor; with all of my heart and my soul, I love him. There is nothing I would not give him, no burden I would not bear, no torment I would not suffer to see him safe, happy, and whole. For whatever reason, my heart is bound to him and belongs to him alone. I have tried, meldir, I have tried to turn my back, I have tried to leave what passed between he and I behind, but I find I cannot. We are to love one another for all time, doomed to always hiding, always concealing our love; but, nay, it is not doom, for doom would be better than an eternity without his love. What will become of us, I do not know, but for now, we try to live as normal a life as we can. My love for him makes me want you no less, you are still beautiful to me,” he brushed his lips against the Counselor’s ear, “you still make me burn for you, Erestor. I still hold your friendship and your council close to my heart.”

Erestor nodded and smiled at his good friend, “I hear the truth in your words, meldir. I know that your heart is true and just. No one will understand this, no one will accept this, you must keep it a secret, no one else can ever know of the love you share with your son. I will keep your trust and never speak of it.” He sighed as he caressed the Mirkwood King’s face, “But I cannot lie in your bed with you, knowing your heart is with another. I have done that for far too many years with others. I do not ask you to love me, Thranduil, for I do not love you, not romantically. I will not take Legolas’ place in your bed for the sake of appearances, no matter how much we may enjoy one another. I will, however, keep my place in your heart as your friend, if it is still my place to keep.”

Thranduil sighed and placed a kiss upon Erestor’s cheek, “Aye, meldir. That place is always yours. I am sorry, Erestor. I did not mean to deceive you.”

Erestor smiled, handing Thranduil his crown, “You did not deceive me, my Lord, you have nothing to atone for. Now go, go to your love and spend the night in his arms.” The Chief Counselor of Imladris turned and left the King standing in his chamber as he closed the door behind him.

Thranduil placed his crown upon the nightstand and sighed. He heard doo door between his chamber and his son’s open and he looked up to see him standing in it. The light from Legolas’ chamber spilled though the doorway creating a glow from behind him, silhouetting his strong form though the thin silk robe he wore. The Prince gazed at his father and spoke softly, “I am sorry, Ada. Truly, I did not expect you to bring him here, I never would have…”

Thranduil crossed the room to his son, meeting him in the middle and taking him in his arms, “Sshhh… ‘tis all right, Iôn, you did not know, no harm done.”

Legolas wrapped his strong arms around his father’s waist and nestled his lips upon his neck, “Was he hurt, Ada? Is everything all right between you?”

Thranduil sighed, running his hands down his son’s strong back as Legolas pressed his body to his. “He is fine, Greenleaf. Erestor is a wise and loyal friend. We have nothing to fear from him, he will tell no one what he knows. But you must be more careful in tuturuture, Iôn, had it been another that was with me…”

Legolas pressed his body closer to his father’s and his lips roamed up his neck to his ear. He whispered, “I know Ada, it was careless of me, I just wanted to see you so badly, I wanted to be with you.” He took a ragged breath as Thranduil pressed his lips to his ear, “I wanted to love you, to sleep with you tonight.”

Thranduil moaned softly as his son manipulated his ear with his soft lips, “I want that too, Iôn, I want to hold you, I want to love you, I want to be inside you, meleth nín.”

Legolas whispered breathlessly, “Yes, inside me, I want to feel you inside me, a’maelamin. Fill me and wrap me in your love.”

Thranduil lifted his son into his arms and carried him to the bed where he made love to him until just before dawn.


To be continued…

Amin mela le = I love you
Ada = Father
Iôn = Son
Meldir = Friend
Meleth nín = My Love
A’maelamin = Beloved