Tale of Two Brothers
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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9
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Tale of Two Brothers, Chp. 13
Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 13
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor (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 and Elrohir share a vision; Erestor finds comfort in a friend.
November 18th, 3014, Last Homely House, Imladris
“No! Please… why? I cannot… I cannot live without him, I will die… Ada! No! Elrohir!” Elladan tossed upon the bed, his skin and thin nightshirt soaked with a thin sheen of cold sweat. He did battle with the bedcovers as though he were fighting Orcs again.
Elrohir woke, and grasped his brother by the shoulders, shaking him roughly, “Elladan! Gwador, wake, you are having a nightmare. Elladan!” Elladan flailed against his brother as he woke, accidentally hitting him in the face as Elrohir barked in surprise. His eyes slowly focused as he regained his bearings, realizing he was in his brother’s room and not the court of the Valar. He began sobbing pitifully as Elrohir wrapped his arms around him, trying to calm him. “Sshh… it is all right, Elladan. I am here, nothing will happen to you.”
The images from the nightmare vision he had were fresh in his mind, his heart raced and he felt dizzy, disconnected, as he struggled to regain his composure. He croaked, “Oh, Elrohir, they are going to punish us for what we have done. Twillwill separate us for all eternity.”
Elrohir stroked his brother’s hair as he tried to calm him, “Who, Elladan, who will punish us?”
Elladan turned his tear stained face to his brother, “The Valar, Elrohir. They will punish us for our love; we will be forever separated, doomed to spend all of eternity apart, locked away from one another forever. I cannot live without you, Elrohir, I will die without you.”
“’Twas but a nightmare, gwador. You will not be separated from me, no one will take you from me.” Elrohir tried to soothe his brother, but he knew of what Elladan spoke; he too had seen the visions, though he was not sure they were true, he hoped they were merely nightmares.
Elladan pressed his lips to his brother’s neck, whispering in his ear, “It was a vision, Elrohir, not a nightmare. If we sail to the undying lands, we will be punished for our love, for in the eyes of the Valar it is a crime. They will separate us for all eternity and anyone who defends us will also be imprisoned. I foresaw it. You have Grandmother’s sight, are you telling me you have not seen it yourself?”
“Tell me what you saw, Elladan, exactly.” Elrohir hoped his brother would not confirm his fear, that it was indeed a vision rather than a nightmare.
Elladan relayed the story exactly as he saw it in his vision. He and Elrohir knelt before the Valar, called to account for their crime. The Valar pronounced their sentence, eternal separation, never to look upon one another again. Elladan rose to protest as the sentinels took he and Elrohir by the arms, dragging them away from one another. His father and mother wept, Glorfindel rose to their defense, condemning the Valar for their verdict, and he was also dragged away. Imprisoned; locked in rooms with stone walls and stone floors. Rooms furnished for their comfort; stocked with books and the necessities they would need to be comfortable, but without the thing they needed most, each other. They would spend millennia wasting away, pining and longing for one another. Every so often, they would be approached, asked if they would forsake their love in order to be released, but they would refuse. The Valar even refused to let their parents visit them. The Twins would each die of a broken heart, within days of one another; Glorfindel would follow soon after, there would be no return from the Halls of Mandos for the warrior this time.
Elrohir looked at the walls of his chamber, his face ashen pale as he heard his own vision recounted for him, no detail left untold. He said nothing for a long while after Elladan finished speaking, then finally looked at his brother and softly whispered, “We will never see Nana or Ada again, Elladan, never.” He sighed, “We could choose the path of mortality, we could stay with Arwen and choose the time of our passing as our uncle did before we were born.
Elladan leaned his head on Elrohir’s shoulder, “Aye, we could wait until Arwen passes, then we could go onto the next world, together.” He turned his brother’s face to his own, “I would rather die here, in our home, with you, than waste away in a stone tomb on Valinor.”
Elrohir nodded, “As would I, meleth nín, as would I.” He looked up at the moon, just visible over the treetops outside his window. His voice cracked as he continued, “It will be difficult,ing ing goodbye, watching Ada and Glorfindel leave.”
Elladan whispered against his brother’s lips, “You intend to tell him to go then? For you know he will not unless you tell him to.”
Elrohir closed his eyes, “Aye, I will tell him. I know he hears the call, he hears it even now, they are callinm hom home.”
Elladan brushed his lips against his brother’s and ran his hand into his hair, gently pulling him closer. “We will say goodbye to a great many that we hold dear, Elrohir; Ada, Erestor, Glorfindel, Grandmother and Grandfather…”
Elrohir sighed into his brother’s parted lips, “’Tis no matter, not as long as I have you Elladan, you are all I need.” He moaned quietly and whispered, “Make love to me, gwador. Ease my breaking heart and aching body; make me whole, Elladan.”
Elladan leaned over his brother, gently pushing him back into the soft mattress and rolling him over, tasting of him, caressing him, quietly moaning his name into his ear. Elrohir spread his legs and felt the heated silk of Elladan’s arousal slide against buttocks; it was a feeling that never ceased to shake him to his core. No matter how many times they joined, that heated touch reduced him to jelly. How he had survived for so long without Elladan, he did not know. What he did know was that he would not go one more day without his brother, not for as long as he drew breath. He burned for Elladan; ached for him in away that was inexplicable. Elladan was as necessary to him as air, his brother was as much a part of him as his arms or his legs. Elladan was his conscience, his desire, his lust, his rock. Elladan was all that was good and all that was evil about him; Elladan was his other half, for better and worse.
Elrohir spread his legs wider, shamelessly offering himself to his brother, and he groaned as his brother took him unprepared, burying his rigid arousal inside his body, filling him and splitting him wide all at once. He was desperate for him and it was intensely frightening. Elladan had but to ask, and Elrohir would do anything for him, anything at all. He had waited for Elladan to ask him to leave Glorfindel, but he had not, and most likely would not; the warrior had become important to Elladan as well, Elrohir could see it. He arched his back and whimpered as his brother, his lover, thrust inside his body, driving him onward, burning his soul with all-consuming lust and love. Elladan relentlessly licked and nibbled and kissed his ear, driving in deeper with each thrust, striking his mark over and over, driving Elrohir into the mattress as he buried himself to the hilt in his brother’s heated luxury. Elrohir wadded the sheets in his fists, bucking back against him as he half cursed and half worshipped his brother. He screamed into his pillow as he came without aid or touch; he felt Elladan groan into his ear as he spilled himself inside his body, and he whimpered pitifully to him. Elladan gently stroked his hair and whispered into his ear, words of love and comfort, words of praise and undying devotion, and Elrohir could make no reply. He could only sigh and tremble beneath him, feeling spent and ravaged, feeling whole and complete. The two of them curled into one another’s arms and lay awake until dawn.
* * * *
Erestor could not sleep and was in the library with candles burning, providing him with light so that he may read and work. He heard the soft footsteps outside the door; they were not Elrond’s, nor were they Glorfindel’s. He looked up from his work to see the shadow of two booted feet outside the library door, and he heard the barely perceptible click of the tumblers as the door opened. He looked up and felt his heart pause in his chest and his arousal stir beneath his robes. The luminescent Prince of Mirkwood stood in the threshold of his office door, glowing in the candlelight.
“Mae Govannen, Erestor.” His deep silky voice floated through the door and danced about the Counselor’s head.
“Good evening, my Lord.” He replied. It appeared that each time he saw the young Prince he was more beautiful than the last; his beauty even rivaled that of his father and Erestor’s beloved warrior.
“I arrived just after dark. My mare came up lame on approach to the valley; I had to walk her the rest of the way. We arrived rather late. Can you not sleep, Counselor?”
estoestor stood and ushered the Prince into his office and bade him sit. “N am am afraid I have not taken much rest as of late, ‘tis been a long while since I have slept.”
Legolas took a seat across from the Counselor and placed his strong archers hands upon the arms of the chair as he leaned back and regarded him carefully. He knew his father trusted the Counselor, and indeed, Erestor had given him no reason no. o. There was something about the Noldo that drew Legolas to him, though the Prince knew not what. He felt the pain in the Counselor’s heart; the loneliness was almost palpable. He knew well enough that Erestor found him fair, but he did not want to play with the Noldo’s feelings, he had learned that lesson well. Yet, he felt he could offer some solace to the one who had been such a good friend to his beloved father.
After chatting for an hour or so about goings on in Mirkwood, the Prince rose from his chair as Erestor did the same and he extended his hand. “Come, Counselor, it is time for bed; it is time for you to find some peace and comfort.”
Erestor was riveted to the floor where he stood; for the first time in his life, words failed him. Legolas just smiled at him kindly and whispered, “I offer you only what you hesitate to ask for. You know where my heart lies, Erestor, but that does not prevent me from offering comfort to one who has been so kind. Do not take my words or actions as pity, Counselor, I respect you too much for that. I came here to offer you whatever you may need of me, I will happily give you whatever wan want.”
Legolas reached out and took the Noldo’s hand, gently tugging him out from behind his desk and whispering, “Come, show me your quarters, meldir.”
Erestor blew out the candles as they left the room, and led the Prince down the long corridor to his chamber.
To be continued…
Elvish = English translation:
Ada = Father
Gwador = Brother
Meleth nín = My Love
Meldir = Friend
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor (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 and Elrohir share a vision; Erestor finds comfort in a friend.
November 18th, 3014, Last Homely House, Imladris
“No! Please… why? I cannot… I cannot live without him, I will die… Ada! No! Elrohir!” Elladan tossed upon the bed, his skin and thin nightshirt soaked with a thin sheen of cold sweat. He did battle with the bedcovers as though he were fighting Orcs again.
Elrohir woke, and grasped his brother by the shoulders, shaking him roughly, “Elladan! Gwador, wake, you are having a nightmare. Elladan!” Elladan flailed against his brother as he woke, accidentally hitting him in the face as Elrohir barked in surprise. His eyes slowly focused as he regained his bearings, realizing he was in his brother’s room and not the court of the Valar. He began sobbing pitifully as Elrohir wrapped his arms around him, trying to calm him. “Sshh… it is all right, Elladan. I am here, nothing will happen to you.”
The images from the nightmare vision he had were fresh in his mind, his heart raced and he felt dizzy, disconnected, as he struggled to regain his composure. He croaked, “Oh, Elrohir, they are going to punish us for what we have done. Twillwill separate us for all eternity.”
Elrohir stroked his brother’s hair as he tried to calm him, “Who, Elladan, who will punish us?”
Elladan turned his tear stained face to his brother, “The Valar, Elrohir. They will punish us for our love; we will be forever separated, doomed to spend all of eternity apart, locked away from one another forever. I cannot live without you, Elrohir, I will die without you.”
“’Twas but a nightmare, gwador. You will not be separated from me, no one will take you from me.” Elrohir tried to soothe his brother, but he knew of what Elladan spoke; he too had seen the visions, though he was not sure they were true, he hoped they were merely nightmares.
Elladan pressed his lips to his brother’s neck, whispering in his ear, “It was a vision, Elrohir, not a nightmare. If we sail to the undying lands, we will be punished for our love, for in the eyes of the Valar it is a crime. They will separate us for all eternity and anyone who defends us will also be imprisoned. I foresaw it. You have Grandmother’s sight, are you telling me you have not seen it yourself?”
“Tell me what you saw, Elladan, exactly.” Elrohir hoped his brother would not confirm his fear, that it was indeed a vision rather than a nightmare.
Elladan relayed the story exactly as he saw it in his vision. He and Elrohir knelt before the Valar, called to account for their crime. The Valar pronounced their sentence, eternal separation, never to look upon one another again. Elladan rose to protest as the sentinels took he and Elrohir by the arms, dragging them away from one another. His father and mother wept, Glorfindel rose to their defense, condemning the Valar for their verdict, and he was also dragged away. Imprisoned; locked in rooms with stone walls and stone floors. Rooms furnished for their comfort; stocked with books and the necessities they would need to be comfortable, but without the thing they needed most, each other. They would spend millennia wasting away, pining and longing for one another. Every so often, they would be approached, asked if they would forsake their love in order to be released, but they would refuse. The Valar even refused to let their parents visit them. The Twins would each die of a broken heart, within days of one another; Glorfindel would follow soon after, there would be no return from the Halls of Mandos for the warrior this time.
Elrohir looked at the walls of his chamber, his face ashen pale as he heard his own vision recounted for him, no detail left untold. He said nothing for a long while after Elladan finished speaking, then finally looked at his brother and softly whispered, “We will never see Nana or Ada again, Elladan, never.” He sighed, “We could choose the path of mortality, we could stay with Arwen and choose the time of our passing as our uncle did before we were born.
Elladan leaned his head on Elrohir’s shoulder, “Aye, we could wait until Arwen passes, then we could go onto the next world, together.” He turned his brother’s face to his own, “I would rather die here, in our home, with you, than waste away in a stone tomb on Valinor.”
Elrohir nodded, “As would I, meleth nín, as would I.” He looked up at the moon, just visible over the treetops outside his window. His voice cracked as he continued, “It will be difficult,ing ing goodbye, watching Ada and Glorfindel leave.”
Elladan whispered against his brother’s lips, “You intend to tell him to go then? For you know he will not unless you tell him to.”
Elrohir closed his eyes, “Aye, I will tell him. I know he hears the call, he hears it even now, they are callinm hom home.”
Elladan brushed his lips against his brother’s and ran his hand into his hair, gently pulling him closer. “We will say goodbye to a great many that we hold dear, Elrohir; Ada, Erestor, Glorfindel, Grandmother and Grandfather…”
Elrohir sighed into his brother’s parted lips, “’Tis no matter, not as long as I have you Elladan, you are all I need.” He moaned quietly and whispered, “Make love to me, gwador. Ease my breaking heart and aching body; make me whole, Elladan.”
Elladan leaned over his brother, gently pushing him back into the soft mattress and rolling him over, tasting of him, caressing him, quietly moaning his name into his ear. Elrohir spread his legs and felt the heated silk of Elladan’s arousal slide against buttocks; it was a feeling that never ceased to shake him to his core. No matter how many times they joined, that heated touch reduced him to jelly. How he had survived for so long without Elladan, he did not know. What he did know was that he would not go one more day without his brother, not for as long as he drew breath. He burned for Elladan; ached for him in away that was inexplicable. Elladan was as necessary to him as air, his brother was as much a part of him as his arms or his legs. Elladan was his conscience, his desire, his lust, his rock. Elladan was all that was good and all that was evil about him; Elladan was his other half, for better and worse.
Elrohir spread his legs wider, shamelessly offering himself to his brother, and he groaned as his brother took him unprepared, burying his rigid arousal inside his body, filling him and splitting him wide all at once. He was desperate for him and it was intensely frightening. Elladan had but to ask, and Elrohir would do anything for him, anything at all. He had waited for Elladan to ask him to leave Glorfindel, but he had not, and most likely would not; the warrior had become important to Elladan as well, Elrohir could see it. He arched his back and whimpered as his brother, his lover, thrust inside his body, driving him onward, burning his soul with all-consuming lust and love. Elladan relentlessly licked and nibbled and kissed his ear, driving in deeper with each thrust, striking his mark over and over, driving Elrohir into the mattress as he buried himself to the hilt in his brother’s heated luxury. Elrohir wadded the sheets in his fists, bucking back against him as he half cursed and half worshipped his brother. He screamed into his pillow as he came without aid or touch; he felt Elladan groan into his ear as he spilled himself inside his body, and he whimpered pitifully to him. Elladan gently stroked his hair and whispered into his ear, words of love and comfort, words of praise and undying devotion, and Elrohir could make no reply. He could only sigh and tremble beneath him, feeling spent and ravaged, feeling whole and complete. The two of them curled into one another’s arms and lay awake until dawn.
* * * *
Erestor could not sleep and was in the library with candles burning, providing him with light so that he may read and work. He heard the soft footsteps outside the door; they were not Elrond’s, nor were they Glorfindel’s. He looked up from his work to see the shadow of two booted feet outside the library door, and he heard the barely perceptible click of the tumblers as the door opened. He looked up and felt his heart pause in his chest and his arousal stir beneath his robes. The luminescent Prince of Mirkwood stood in the threshold of his office door, glowing in the candlelight.
“Mae Govannen, Erestor.” His deep silky voice floated through the door and danced about the Counselor’s head.
“Good evening, my Lord.” He replied. It appeared that each time he saw the young Prince he was more beautiful than the last; his beauty even rivaled that of his father and Erestor’s beloved warrior.
“I arrived just after dark. My mare came up lame on approach to the valley; I had to walk her the rest of the way. We arrived rather late. Can you not sleep, Counselor?”
estoestor stood and ushered the Prince into his office and bade him sit. “N am am afraid I have not taken much rest as of late, ‘tis been a long while since I have slept.”
Legolas took a seat across from the Counselor and placed his strong archers hands upon the arms of the chair as he leaned back and regarded him carefully. He knew his father trusted the Counselor, and indeed, Erestor had given him no reason no. o. There was something about the Noldo that drew Legolas to him, though the Prince knew not what. He felt the pain in the Counselor’s heart; the loneliness was almost palpable. He knew well enough that Erestor found him fair, but he did not want to play with the Noldo’s feelings, he had learned that lesson well. Yet, he felt he could offer some solace to the one who had been such a good friend to his beloved father.
After chatting for an hour or so about goings on in Mirkwood, the Prince rose from his chair as Erestor did the same and he extended his hand. “Come, Counselor, it is time for bed; it is time for you to find some peace and comfort.”
Erestor was riveted to the floor where he stood; for the first time in his life, words failed him. Legolas just smiled at him kindly and whispered, “I offer you only what you hesitate to ask for. You know where my heart lies, Erestor, but that does not prevent me from offering comfort to one who has been so kind. Do not take my words or actions as pity, Counselor, I respect you too much for that. I came here to offer you whatever you may need of me, I will happily give you whatever wan want.”
Legolas reached out and took the Noldo’s hand, gently tugging him out from behind his desk and whispering, “Come, show me your quarters, meldir.”
Erestor blew out the candles as they left the room, and led the Prince down the long corridor to his chamber.
To be continued…
Elvish = English translation:
Ada = Father
Gwador = Brother
Meleth nín = My Love
Meldir = Friend