Oathbound, Heartbroken *COMPLETE*

Title: Oathbound, Heartbroken 13/15
Author: Eawen Penallion
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Type: FPS
Pairing: Haldir/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, explicit sexual encounters between two (or more!) males.
Beta: Nienna, beta reader extraordinaire!
Disclaimer: all rights to the characters belong to JRR
Tolkien – I’m only playing with them.
Timeline: Middle of Third Age
Feedback: Yes please,
Archive: OEAM, AFF, LJ, anywhere else, please ask

Summary: Haldir has waited for his soulmate for all his life, and now seems to have found that elf. But to claim his love, he must break an oath.

Chapter 13



Haldir walked slowly through the bases of the great mellyrn trees of Caras Galadhon, his mind oblivious to the movements and business of the other inhabitants of the Tree City. These last few days had seen his emotions tossed and turned as if on the wild waters of the Falls of Rauros, as he had tried to come to terms with all that he had seen, heard and felt during the Dreamwalking ritual. For many long hours he and his whole family had sat and talked. Each tale, each telling brought him nearer to equilibrium as he felt the joyous release from the chains of his childhood, and the dawning of light upon the misunderstandings of his Majority. The bonds upon the mind had been as heavy as physical shackles but, in their breaking, his spirit had soared as easily as a songbird released from a gilded cage. Much comfort had the brothers found in Haldir’s last revelation, the vision of their parents – well, it seemed that at least Rúmil did, for Haldir could not make out what to think of Orophin’s erratic behaviour.

As happy as he had been at Haldir’s recovery, still Orophin seemed reserved around him, as nervous as a kitten – or as a plotter in some kind of dark conspiracy. Often Haldir saw him glancing at his husband, an excited and daring gleam in his eyes that Doron did not return. Ah no, the librarian was much more composed in his demeanour, confident in whatever little plan the two had cooked up between them. Which was why Haldir had initially hesitated in agreeing to spend this evening with his brother and his bereth.

Haldir looked down at the clothes that he wore, selected at the suggestion of his brother-in-law. Doron had said that this was to be an evening where he would find comfort in their company and that his garb should reflect that comfort. Haldir suspected that he was to be given an overview of what life was like in the home of two married ellyn, but he hardly thought that after witnessing a thousand years of their marital harmony - and occasional strife – that they could think he was unaware of how devoted the two were. Still, he had complied and now sported a loose shirt and simple grey leggings, and wore thin house shoes instead of his usual Galadhrim boots.

His gentler stroll had brought him to the base of their mallorn, and he made an easy ascent to their door. Even as he raised his hand to knock on the wood, the door flew open and Orophin stood there, a manic and delighted grin on his face.

"Tôren! Come in, come in!" Orophin stood aside and allowed his brother to enter. Haldir felt a frown of confusion form on his face at this display of extreme enthusiasm, and he tried to clear it as Doron greeted him cordially.

"Suilad, Haldir! Come, sit – we were just having a drink of wine. See, it is a vintage of which even you must approve!"

Haldir looked and did approve, and he sat with them in easy conservation as they nibbled at the tasty snacks that Orophin had prepared. As the conversation unwound, Haldir smiled gratefully at the couple.

"I see what you are doing, you know," he said softly. Orophin started in guilty surprise, looking sharply at his husband. Doron just returned Haldir's smile, twirling the stem of his goblet between his fingers in easy reflection.

"Really?"

Haldir nodded. "Yes. You are trying to show me how good married life can be between two males but really – you need not! I have seen your love surpass a thousand years of happiness. I truly know how devoted a couple you are."

Orophin grinned in embarrassed agreement but Doron remained still, his only movement the twirling of his fingers, spinning the goblet back and forth in his hand. Finally he spoke, staring directly into Haldir's puzzled eyes.

"You may have seen the outward expression of our love, Haldir – but you have not seen the activities we undertake in our marital bed. And that is the knowledge you are lacking."

Haldir gasped, his eyes wide with unbridled surprise. Orophin had flinched at his husband's bluntness but still Doron sat composed, holding steady his watchful gaze upon his law-brother. When Haldir could at last form a coherent thought, his uncertain protests fell from trembling lips.

"You cannot mean… You are not suggesting…?"

Doron smiled patiently, waiting for Haldir to articulate what he knew would be his concerted rejection.

"You are bonded!" the Marchwarden finally blurted out. "You cannot lie with another, be they ellon or elleth!"

"No," Doron agreed. "But we can show you. Think, Haldir. Your one, single experience of coupling with an ellon has twisted and perverted your life thus far. You have relived and survived that dreadful memory, exposing the false sense of guilt that has bound you for millennia and it is now scattered to the four winds, leaving your soul relieved of its stain. You are now free of your oath and you desperately want to claim your lover – yet will you bring to that joining no knowledge of at least the basics of lovemaking between males? *That* is what we can teach you. That is what we are *going* to teach you. Now. Here. Tonight."

"Tonight?" The word came out as a squeak, disbelief and shock rife in its expression. Frantically Haldir turned to his brother, sure that Orophin did not agree to this outrageous suggestion. "Oro? You can't want to – I mean, this should be something private between you ….Oro, you are my *brother*, for Arda's sake!"

Orophin blushed and shrugged apologetically, but there was no mistaking the excited brightness of his eyes. "We-ell…" he drawled, his voice husky with anticipation. "The Lady did tell us to do this…"

Haldir gulped. "Galadriel…?"

Doron nodded, finally laying aside his goblet. He leaned forward and laid a gentle kiss upon Haldir's parted lips. Pulling back slowly he stretched out his hand to take Haldir's trembling fingers. The librarian nodded to his husband, who took Haldir's other hand, and together they stood, drawing Haldir up with them. Haldir could do nothing in his numb state of disbelief save follow their gentle encouragement into their bedchamber.

The room was prepared for a sensual assignation with many decorative candles lit about the room, their flickering flames shedding a subtle glow across the open space – and the generous bed set in its centre. Piled high with cushions of velvet and silk and luxuriously draped with linens and furs, it was decadent in its obvious statement of the activities that it expected to bear this night. A quick glance revealed none of the plush toys that Doron had joked about on that night at Rúmil's talan. Instead Haldir saw the two bedside tables, one of which was adorned with many phials of shiny liquids, the other covered with a white cloth that concealed objects of seemingly cylindrical shapes. Haldir saw a leather strap and buckle poke out from one edge of the cloth, but although his curiosity was piqued he decided to make no comment. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know the answer…

He watched as the two husbands undressed each other, small exploratory kisses being laid upon each other's lips, neck and torso as slippers were removed, belts untied and laces loosened. He could not help but glance at their groins as impressive and impatient erections were revealed. As shafts and lips collided with heated fervour so did the expressed groans become rampant. Haldir felt his own member quicken and stir, swelling rapidly at the erotic entwining of the two males. Reluctantly the lovers parted, and together they aided Haldir to disrobe but did no more than place sweet lips upon his lips, his cheeks, his jaw-line, his throat. He was thankful that Doron handed him a simple dressing robe to cover his nakedness, and his brother-in-law then led him to sit on one side of the bed even as Orophin climbed into its centre and lay supine on the sheets. Orophin's eyes were wide and sparkling in excitement and Haldir's could not avert his eyes as his brother started to stroke himself.

"Oro, I - I don't know if I should be…"

Orophin, shook his head and held out both his hands - to his husband and to his brother. The intensity in his eyes spoke of his need to have Haldir participate and, as always, Haldir could refuse his little brother nothing.

Doron knelt onto the other side of the bed, his eyes meeting Haldir's over the waiting body of his husband. He laid one hand upon Orophin's, halting his increasing strokes upon his member, and instead the scribe began to sweep his own hand over the bare skin of the warden's muscular chest. His movements were languorous and made with much reverence.

"We ellyn," Doron said suddenly, "We are little different to ellith in our responses to the touch of a sensitive hand. The face, the ears, the throat –" his gentling hand moved slowly over the flawless flesh, causing Orophin to gasped at the sensations evoked, " – the chest and the nipples, the navel… These are all erogenous zones to both sexes. You have the reputation of being a consummate lover, Haldir. I will not insult you by presuming to teach you that which you know so well. I will forebear on commenting on these areas save to say that Oro is especially sensitive – here!"

Orophin cried out, and arched his back in lustful shock as Doron suddenly leaned down to lap at the exposed nipple. His groans were loud indeed at the loving ministrations Doron laid upon it – the licking, the suckling, the nipping and biting at the small erect nub. Orophin squirmed where he lay, his fists gripping and twisting the sheets beneath him as he begged for more, as he ached for attention to be paid to its neglected twin.

"Patience, pen vaelui," Doron whispered, and the librarian grinned as his warrior leapt at the cool breath of exhaled words that washed over that sensitised nub, sending darts of lightning through the archer's body. The bobbing member reacted as if it had been the destination of the lightning bolt and Haldir could only gaze in heated stupefaction as the dripping cock darkened with engorging blood. His hand drifted to his own aching shaft, but Doron saw the movement and shook his head.

"Not yet, tôren vuin."

He returned his attention to his panting husband, his low voice almost detached in his expounding commentary. "Now, the hipbones too can be particularly sensitive; small kisses peppered along the juncture of thigh to body normally makes Oro scream with delight, but you," he shrugged, " you will have to experiment with 'Maen. Believe me, it will be delightful for you both in the first years of your relationship." Doron glanced up, a mischievous light in his eyes. "Has he taken you in his mouth yet, Haldir? Has he enfolded you in hot, wet heat? Does he move his lips over your turgid shaft, mimicking a hotter, tighter channel waiting for you? Does he suck upon you, bringing you closer and closer to completion?"

Both brothers groaned at this erotic description – one at the visualisation of his far-distant lover bending his dark head over Haldir's groin, the other as he thrust his hips up forcefully to indicate his dire need for that act to be played *now* upon his swollen organ. Doron did not deny his husband, and moments later could be heard the renting of fabric as Orophin tore at the sheets within his grasp, screaming with rapture.

The loving administration continued for long minutes and Haldir could feel the soaking moisture of his pre-cum running in rivulets down his aching length. Only his power of self-command withheld his palm from wrapping itself around the thick cock to relieve this lustful ache. When Doron finally released his husband's still full member, Orophin let out a stream of frustrated curses. Doron laughed.

"Hush now, Oro, or you will frighten your brother with your ardour!" Doron pointed to the table littered with phials of oil. "Haldir could you please pass me that large phial, the cut glass one?"

Haldir complied, and Doron took it and removed its stopper to release the smoky odour of orange and cinnamon. Doron continued his commentary as he coated the fingers of one hand with the oil.

"This thin oil is the best medium to lubricate the passage for penetration, but you can experiment with different greases when in less convenient – 'playgrounds'." Orophin laughed and smirked at this oblique reference to an obviously shared experience. "This oil is a favourite one of Oro's but there are many different scents to try. In the field, the linseed oil used for tending bowstrings is good and, when you both have become experienced, even the spread of pre-cum and spent seed can be used. Of course, we have experimented with other, less obvious lubricants…"

"Cream," Orophin panted as Doron's finger slid between his spread thighs. "Cream is good – or butter. Oh, and tongue – oh Gods, the feeling of his tongue licking at my entrance – oh Valar, that is *so* good!"

Doron patted his husband's flank and quickly Orophin bent his legs up to fold his knees to his chest, exposing his receptive entrance. Doron placed one oiled finger to the puckered rose, circling it gently. His actions caused a slight relaxation of the muscle there and Doron grinned, looking up at a bemused Haldir.

"Oro knows and welcomes my touch. I could take him now, with a little oil on my length. I could take him forcefully and cause him no harm, for our years of loving have taught us much and we have never wearied of this act. But for you and 'Maen, you must take care to complete your preparations fully. One day you too will be an old married couple, secure in your love and sure of each other's tastes in your joinings. Until then, tôren', watch and learn."

Orophin gasped with joy as the first finger penetrated him and Haldir could only watch in awed amazement as Doron turned and twisted the digit, bathing the inner passage with the oil. More oil was poured upon the removed fingers, then two fingers were re-inserted, scissoring and stretching the opening with gentle pressure.

"The muscle must be encouraged to relax, and this is the most effective method. See, I now add a third to expand it even further. Take your time at this point, tôren. The more thorough the preparation, the less likely it will be that your love will feel any discomfort when you enter him – though there may still be some. However, the most unique sensation is that of fullness beyond reckoning, and the bliss of knowing that the one filling you is your heart's desire."

Doron glanced up at Haldir, not surprised to see a wince of uncertainty upon the gentle face. Yet there had been no other way to word the warning. Haldir's eyes travelled from Doron's fingers, so hypnotic in their exploration of the now widened opening, to Orophin's face glowing in his ecstasy. The librarian was not surprised to see in the open expression signs of the reluctant battle within the warrior; the conflict between the necessity to learn, and a strong and strange arousal at seeing his brother twisting with lust and need at Doron's expert ministrations. It took no contemplation on Doron's part to take the next step, and with his free hand he grasped his melethron's purple shaft, causing his lover to cry out. Haldir looked sharply at Doron but the librarian shook his head.

"Look at Orophin, meldir. See what joy my fingers can bring him."

Haldir obeyed, and watched and listened to his tutor as Doron now crooked his fingers within the tight passage, stroking the upper wall firmly with the tips. The Marchwarden started as Orophin instantly bucked up, thrusting hard into Doron's hand with a loud scream. Haldir turned in alarm to Doron – and saw an expression of tender love and satisfaction as the elf gazed down upon his husband. Noticing Haldir's attention, he grinned.

"There is a small raised area in the front wall of a male's passage – a gland that when stimulated by pressure and stroking can bring much pleasure to the ellon beneath you. The implement can be your fingers or your shaft, or – but no, that can wait. Now care must be taken first to find it, then its treatment must be gentle for too firm a stroke can bruise the pleasure spot and cause pain and not pleasure – but when caressed rightly…"

Orophin cried out once more and his hands flew to grip the struts of the bedstead as he pumped repeatedly into the grasp of Doron's fist.

"Yes! Yes! Oh Valar, I am going to come!"

Immediately Doron ceased, removing his hands from both shaft and hole and instead squeezed firmly at the base of Orophin's cock.

"Nay, not yet melethron. We have a way to go yet."

Orophin moaned in disappointment. Doron poured more oil onto his hand then reached out to take Haldir's fingers, coating them with the slippery fluid.

"Your turn now, tôren."

"*WHAT*?!"

"Doron!"

The exclamations from the two brothers were loud to say the least, as both Haldir and Orophin turned outraged faces upon the instructor. Doron shrugged and bent down to passionately kiss his bereth, effectively silencing his protests. When he had finished ravaging his lover's mouth to silence, Doron sat up again, grinning sheepishly at the wardens.

"Well... Haldir has to learn how to please his 'Maen and as for you, my heart – you will reap the benefit of his newfound skills. At this moment does it really matter if it is he or I who pleasures you now? We both love you, after all…"

Not heeding their apprehensive looks Doron took hold of Haldir's wrist and guided the oiled hand to Orophin's expanded opening.

"Be gentle with him, Haldir – but make him scream…"

The Marchwarden shook his head in stunned denial, but contrarily he obeyed Doron's command. Mentally Haldir was berating his own eagerness, for his innate sense of right and wrong cried out in protest of his usage of his brother in this way. This act could be - *must* be - defined as incestuous in the extreme, for a brother should not know of the means to make his sibling cry out in sexual desire, never mind actually pleasure him! Yet this was a lesson sanctioned and beatified by the Lady, by Galadriel herself, and was an experience that would never be repeated. It was so tempting in its extraordinary fulfillment, and his brother was *so* beautiful in the flush of desire. The erotic thrill of the forbidden flushed through Haldir and without further thought he placed his fingers at the now-flared opening.

Haldir could hardly believe that he was complying with these insane instructions, but when he felt the moist tightness of his brother's channel he near came undone himself, thinking of Melpomaen and how *he* would feel. Tentatively he curled his fingers as instructed and felt a surge of satisfaction as Orophin responded to the pressure again and again. Oh Gods, that it could be 'Maen before him – 'Maen, with his auburn hair spread upon the pillows, slick strands teasing his sweat-soaked face, tears of bliss escaping from beneath those absurdly-long lashes. He could see those pouting lips parting as excited moans escaped his pert mouth. Oh Elbereth - my ' Maen…

'' 'Maen!"

Doron laid a hand upon his arm, smiling gently as he saw the longing in Haldir's face and he knew that it was not Orophin that he saw in those tear-filled eyes. The sight for him was extremely erotic, and when looking upon Haldir he saw that the warrior was revelling in the power he held to make his brother thrash with need. This was the type of loving control that Haldir needed to learn, for knowledge empowered an individual, and engendered confidence. It would give Haldir the courage that he needed to return to and complete his union with Melopomaen. But for now, the control had to return to Doron – and Orophin's climax would have to wait.

Haldir stopped, staring as Doron lifted the white cloth on the bedside table and slid his hand under it so that he would not fully reveal the items lying beneath. The librarian retrieved the object that Haldir had noted earlier and his breath hitched as he saw the phallic object in Doron's hands, staring avidly at the straps attached to it. His heartbeat had increased throughout this entire surreal experience - now he felt as if he were running a race for his life.

"Wh-what is that?"

Orophin groaned when he saw what his husband held. "Oh, yes - oh please! My husband is so …imaginative, so inventive… Our love is brightened and our intimacies expanded in his gentle, capable hands…"

Doron blushed in response to this compliment and squeezed his darling husband's hand.

"Ai meleth…" He looked at Haldir, then at the object. "When we first wed I founded our enforced separations very hard to bear. Oro's duty came first, but the month apart seemed endless and frustrating. Then I found that we were not the only couple who needed something - more - to assuage our longings, and relieve our aching hands! This phallus will hold Oro's opening wide, keeping him stimulated for my taking of him. It is not long, barely enough to reach his pleasure spot but when he moves in certain ways it - stimulates - him, causing the reactions you have seen. I have one of my own, slimmer in girth, and so I may wear it when he is away. It reminds me of my need for him, as if I needed such a reminder!"

The smiles induced by these words were almost blinding to Haldir's eyes, as the two elves gazed in mutual adoration. The Marchwarden ventured a quip to lighten the mood.

"Then it is well that the robes of a scribe are loose in the extreme?"

They laughed dutifully, then Doron raised Orophin's hand to his lips, gently kissing the knuckles as he slowly inserted the oiled implement. Orophin moaned and raised his hips further to allow for deeper and fuller entry of the thick phallus. Deftly Orophin affixed the straps, then Orophin rolled up onto his knees, moaning breathlessly with quick pants as the movement stroked his gland. He came to kneel beside Haldir, who saw the husbands looked expectantly at their brother. Orophin cast a brief worried glance at Doron as he saw his husband fight to find the correct words to continue this unique lesson.

"Haldir… The joys of male love differ from those with an elleth, for we can both - give to - and receive from our partner in a physical sense. In many such relationships one partner may prefer to be the giver, the other to accept his lover within his body. Others prefer a more equal approach, of turn and turn about. With Oro and me, my darling bereth desires to relinquish in our bed the command he must show in his duties. In this way he can gain respite from his cares and obligations, but often he desires to lose himself in me as I need to feel the filling love of his domination.

"How you will find this balance with Melpomaen is between the two of you, but we have shown you how to prepare to take of your love without ordeal. Now, Haldir - we must show you how to accept and find pleasure in receiving Melpomaen's love within *you*."

The tremors started even as Doron was speaking, and Haldir felt his brother wrap his arms around him. Oh Varda, would this fear never leave him?

"I - I don't think… I can…Oh Doron!"

"Hush," Orophin soothed his brother, stroking his hair gently. "You are *not* caught in the web of sleep tonight, nor are you in the presence of an untrained yet loving scribe. We are experienced ellyn, strong and aware - we are not 'Maen and you cannot hurt us. Let us show you how wonderful he will feel when you make love to him, and the bliss he can bring you. Let us show you in some small way how he will complete you. Close your eyes, if you wish, and dream of him…"

Their faith and love in his brothers' eyes, and the feel of Orophin's hand holding his gave him some courage, yet still Haldir trembled. For 'Maen. Do it for 'Maen. He looked once more at the place where Orophin had lain, so wanton in his lust when both Haldir and Doron had tended him. He saw again the awed delight that had appeared in Doron's eyes when Orophin had looked up at him in total love and gratitude - and trust. He wanted that. He wanted to complete the tiny circle that was Haldir o Lórien and Melpomaen o Imladris.

He finally nodded to Doron and lay nervously back upon the pillows, grasping at his brother's arm and pulling him down too. Orophin winced at the strength of his elder brother's grip, but only uttered soothing endearments, speaking comforting words of Melpomaen that took Haldir's mind back to the most intimate moments with his little elf. The Marchwarden closed his eyes and visualised his dark love leaning over him, his auburn strands a veil between them and the world, and heard only his dulcet voice encourage him as his legs were lift and supported, and felt the cool oil as it was drizzled over his perineum. Not the sweet fragrance of orange and cinnamon, but the pine fresh scent of his Melpomaen.

'…let me tend you, maethoren vain…'

"Yes," Haldir breathed softly. "Yes…"

A finger probed - Melpomaen's finger - and Haldir struggled not to tense at the pressure.

'… Let me in, Haldir. Let me love you…'

"Yes. Oh yes, 'Maen…"

He did not see the wary glances across his supine frame, nor the tiny smiles of understanding - the unspoken acknowledgements of the methods they would use to aid this tender love.

The finger entered as Haldir felt a brush of hair upon his bare torso and a moist mouth fastened onto his erect nipple. He arched at the contact, and the finger slid in further, coaxing his taut muscle and bathing his passage with oil.

'… oh Gods, my love…so tight, so tight…' the sultry voice came on the current of air.

"For you, 'Maen. All for you."

'…Yes, always…'

The laving upon his nipple was slow, caressing, thorough - causing a slow burning ripple of heat to wash across his sensitised body.

"Oh, 'Maen!"

Haldir arched again as a sudden wet heat surrounded his turgid cock, eyelids fluttering irresistibly as he needed to see that act that had provoked his action. So good, so good! Through wavering lashes his mind acknowledged the blond head and grey eyes of Doron, carefully observing him in his anxious need to know that Haldir was tolerating this intimacy. His heart saw only the tumble of auburn tresses and limpid, soul-drowning pools of chocolate brown.

"Melin le, 'Maen…!"

'…Melithon le, uireb…'

Relinquishing all self-control to the exquisite deeds being played upon his weakened, needy flesh, Haldir allowed his head to roll back and rest against the pillows. An exploratory hand stroked upon the perfect lines of jaw and throat, teasing and stroking in gentle circles mimicking the mouths upon nub and shaft. So distracted was he by the delicious sensations, the intense darts of heat and light shooting through his submitting flesh, that Haldir barely noticed when one finger became two, and he only registered a mild discomfort when the third was added, oiled and turning to expand the now widened hole. All pain was as nothing to the stimulation of skin and shaft - and the flame that coursed through him as the searching digits found his gland. Stars exploded in minor cosmic cataclysms, and screams tore from his throat in a desperate plea to his lover.

" 'Maen! Take me now, oh I need you!"

'… Melin le, Haldir. Aniron le…'

The Marchwarden sighed as the fingers exited his body, then he groaned as Melpomaen's shaft filled him. He gasped at the fullness, so much more than the finger - so firm, cool in the extreme and slippery with oil. It stroked his inner walls, hitting at first attempt against that so-sensitive gland and hot rapture sped through him. Again and again Haldir reached for the bliss elicited by this union, by this soul-to-soul communication with Melpomaen, his completion - his everything. He was close, so close to him… He hung on the edge, so close to ecstasy, ready and needing to fly…

"Full…" he moaned, his eyelids fluttering yet he knew he should not open them, for then he would lose 'Maen and Valar, he *needed* him so much. "So full… need - need to come…Oh Gods, 'Maen, you are so good for me - this is so *GOOD* - Never knew, I never realised how good…!"

"Then come, Haldir. Give yourself to 'Maen. Surrender your love, your heart to him. Know now that he loves you."

The words took him over the edge, even as he realised that the voice was not Melpomaen but Orophin's. Just as a sense of loss hit his heart, 'Maen's soft voice sounded in his mind and 'Maen's love filled every pore of his being.

'I love you, Haldir! I love you, I can feel you. I'm coming too. Feel me fill you with myself! Feel my heat within you!'

"Melpomaen!"

His body shook, roaring in thunderous orgasm, in a heat that flooded his veins - and the inner depths of his velvet chasm. His surrender to the rapture was total and he went over that edge and took flight; he basked in the glowing aftermath and dampness stained his cheeks.

As his stertorous breathing slowed to a normal rhythm Haldir once again registered movement from his most excellent tutors. Raising his heavy lids reluctantly he saw that Doron was replacing a large phallus upon the white cloth on the bedside table. 'Oh, so that is what it was…' mused Haldir and he smiled, amused at his nonchalance in the languorous warmth that was the result of his climax. He saw Orophin's concerned face over him and he could do nothing but slowly shake his head, and he knew that there was a satisfied smirk upon his face. With effort he raised his head and placed a gentle kiss upon his brother's lips.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice suffused with gratitude. He turned to look at Doron, whose tears flowed already. "I thank you both."

Doron nodded and his voice was choked as he tried to speak. "I - I must attend to my Oro, dearest brother. You - you should watch, for you still must learn…"

Haldir nodded in acquiescence and turned to lie on his side, head propped on one hand as Doron removed the play toy from Orophin's prepared hole. With gentle movements and many sweet endearments expressed by the two husbands, Haldir felt the privilege in viewing this obvious devotion emanating so openly from Doron and Orophin. The looks exchanged between the two ellyn were searing, soaring in the void as they kissed passionately. Orophin grinned as they finally drew breath and glanced at Haldir. Ah, so they were not finished with his tuition.

Raising his knees to his chest the warden waited as his husband slicked his own organ with oil. Doron reached over Orophin, his hands pressed firmly to the bed on either side of Orophin's shoulders. Leaning in to claim his lips once more Doron moved his hips forward, and Haldir watched as the thick cock slid into the warrior. His brother groaned as Doron controlled his entry, pressing slowly against the guardian ring, pressing forward inch by inch until his balls were flush with Orophin's ass.

"Go slowly, Haldir," Orophin managed to groan as he panted to accommodate his husband's shaft. "Allow time for Melpomaen to adjust to your entry and to your size. Allow him to tell you when he is ready to proceed, then move slowly in gentle thrusts. Take your time in taking your love."

He broke off as he wrapped his arms around Doron's neck, pulling his bereth into a spectacular kiss. Doron's eyes closed but not before Haldir spotted the tears swimming within them, and felt privileged to witness the adoration that he saw there.

"If you change the angle of your stroke," Orophin was saying, "then you can find the gland within once more - Ai!!"

Orophin bucked suddenly, his back arching as Doron demonstrated most effectively the results of such a search. Haldir could see his brother's respiration increase, could see the flush creep across his skin and no more words came forth save for the chanting of Doron's name, over and over again. Once, in the early days of their relationship Haldir had asked Orophin why he loved Doron so much, what made him so special.

'He would give me everything,' Orophin had replied. 'He *does* give me everything - and I give myself to him in return.'

And now he could see that in action, could hear the cries of love and want and need, could see the tiny circle that was Doron and Orophin and he wanted it - Oh Valar, he wanted it for himself and 'Maen.

The librarian now maintained his steady pace and Haldir watched as Orophin was driven to a frenzy. When Doron sensed that his husband was at the end of his endurance, only then did he increase his speed and deepen his thrusts. Haldir's hand had mindlessly wandered to his own shaft and as he watched, entranced, he too burst forth in a surprised climax, spurting out over his encircling fingers even as the lovers' cried out when the final thrusts sent them too spiralling into joy. As they fell into the abyss the inborn glow of the elves burst forth, and within that glow Haldir was astonished and humbled to see their bond, woven as light around their bodies, glowing fiercely in this affirmation of their love.

Doron fell upon the elf beneath him, breathing hard in the aftermath, to be gently but firmly enfolded within Orophin's arms. The look upon Doron's face was now bleak, as if he had suddenly realised that it was over, it was all over. And he cried, great heaving sobs laced with an anguish that Haldir could not understand. Orophin rolled slightly, pulling Doron to his side and allowing for Doron's gentle withdrawal from his body. The embrace tightened, and Orophin's lips pressed lightly upon Doron's fine gold hair, his sweet kisses intermixed with soft words to sooth the now weeping elf. Haldir's eyes widened with concern at this sudden breakdown by his brother-in-law.

"Doron?" One word, but it was a question and a query and a plea, all in one. Orophin watched Haldir even as he hugged his bereth and he nodded his understanding; unshed tears caused his eyes to sparkle in the candlelight. His voice trembled as he tried to control his leeching emotions.

"As…confident… as my husband seems, he has been wracked with nerves and guilt since the Lady requested this - act - from us. He - he has feared hurting you. He has feared your reaction. He is scared that you would - hate - him for - what he had to do. What he was told to do. What he *wanted* to do…to help you."

The tears were now shed, trickling down Orophin's cheeks as freely as his librarian sobbed against his chest. Haldir was stunned by the amount of love that his brothers had shown him - this purest form of love, so ably demonstrated here tonight. He lay down alongside Doron, and he wrapped his arms around his two brothers - his two *melethryn* - as he took this moment to add his soothing words.

"I love you, Doron. I love you, my dearest Oro. What you did for me tonight is beyond anything that words can convey. They are inadequate to the gratitude that I feel for you both." He paused, smiling softly to show the overwhelming tenderness he felt for them. "I now have hope for my future, a hope that I did not have before. A hope for a future with 'Maen. I know now that we can be complete and I long to be reunited with my meleth. And it is all thanks to you…"

Haldir's kisses joined those laid upon Doron's head by his husband, then they moved to lips, as the three lay entwined upon the bed. It was not long before their comforting conduct calmed Doron into an exhausted sleep and the brothers soon joined him in much-needed slumber. The last thing that Haldir did before his eyes closed was to pull a quilt over the three ellyn, to enfold them in gentle warmth to ease their rest.

The talan was quiet now and the day would come soon enough, casting its pale light upon a promising dawn.

TBC

Elvish:

bereth – spouse
ellyn – male elves (pl)
tôren – my brother
Suilad – greetings
ellon – male elf (sing.)
elleth – female elf (sing.)
pen vaelui – lustful one
tôren vuin – my dear brother
meldir – friend
melethron – lover (male)
maethoren vain - my beautiful warrior
Melin le - I love you
Melithon le, uireb - I love you, forever
Aniron le - I desire you
melethryn - lovers (pl)
meleth - love