Tale of Two Brothers
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-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,726
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Tale of Two Brothers, Chp. 14
Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 14
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Legolas/Erestor, 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: Erestor takes comfort in Legolas’ arms and finds hope. Elrohir is much abused by Glorfindel
November 18th, 3014, Last Homely House, Imladris
Erestor closed the door behind him as Legolas lit the lantern beside his bed. He stared at the Mirkwood Prince as he watched him look around his room and saw the smile upon his face.
“I like this room, it is comforting, it reminds me of home.” The Prince spoke softly.
Erestor approached, nervously clasping his hands behind his back, “Thank you, my Lord. It is simple, yet I have all that I need.”
Legolas cocked his head and regarded the sullen Counselor with compassion. He sighed, “Not all that you need, I am afraid.” He reached out and pulled the Counselor forward, until they were almost touching. He softly put his lips to the Noldo’s ear and whispered, “Let me help you, Erestor, let me repay your kindness to me and my father. It hurts me to see you this way. I know I am not the one you love, but perhaps you could find solace in my arms, since you cannot find it in the arms of the one you want.”
Erestor took a ragged breath and closed his eyes, he longed to feel strong arms around him, a warrior’s weight press him into the bed. He needed to be held, to be caressed, to feel loved, if only for a night. “You may not be him, my Lord, but that does not mean that you are not desirable.”
Legolas continued, “If I were him, what would you want? I will do anything you ask.”
Erestor took a deep breath, “Hold me in your arms, tell me everything will be alright, tell me I will not feel this way for the rest of my life.”
Legolas laid Erestor upon the bed and curled in beside him, wrapping his arms around him and whispering, “Everything will be alright, Erestor. You are not alone, you will know love again in your lifetime. You are beautiful, Counselor, beautiful and wise. Surely, you must know that somewhere there is another who will love you, perhaps in a way that your warrior cannot. We need only open our eyes, meldir, so that we may see what is hiding in plain sight.” He caressed the Counselor’s raven tresses, listened to the soft sighs and plaintive moans that began to issue from his silken lips. He felt the Counselor’s arousal begin to press into his thigh and he felt his own desire stir in response. The Noldo’s hands caressed his strong form, tugging at the suede of his tunic and the Prince rolled on top of him, pressing him into the bed underneath his strong warrior’s body. He caressed Erestor’s lips with his own, quietly moaning as his tongue lapped at them.
Erestor felt the heat of passion building inside him, it had been so long since he felt another’s flesh upon his. He clasped the Prince’s face in his hands, opening his mouth and drawing his tongue inside. He moaned into the kiss as Legolas plundered his mouth, he opened his legs and felt the young warrior’s sex press into his own and he rocked his hips up into him.
Legolas pulled back from the kiss and sat up, still sitting astride the Noldo. His hair was mussed and his braids were becoming tangled. Erestor sat up and gently undid them, running his hands through the Prince’s flaxen locks, gazing deep into his lapis eyes. “So beautiful, he whispered, my beautiful warrior.” He brought his hand to his lips when he realized what he had said, he knew the Prince caught the inference and he began to stammer an apology, “I… I am sorry, Legolas, I did not mean…”
Legolas placed his fingers upon the Counselor’s lips and silenced him, “Ssshh, Erestor, I am yours tonight. It mat not not who you were thinking of when you spoke those words, the pleasure in your voice is enough. It makes me happy to make you feel this way after you have denied yourself for so long.” He removed his tunic and took the Counselor’s face in his hands, “I am going to make love to you, Erestor, I am going to give you everything you want, I am going to give you enough to last you a long, long time.”
The Noldo whimpered and felt his sex respond to the Prince’s words and touch. He laid back and pulled his lover with him into the bed. He groaned as Legolas took his ear in his mouth. The Prince was so soft, yet so undeniably powerful, so strong yet so gentle. He croaked, “By Elbereth, you are bewitching, beautiful one. You feel so good, Legolas.”
Legolas worked his way from the Counselor’s ear to his neck as he undid the clasps on his robe, “Mmm… You taste good, Counselor, rich and smooth like a ripe peach. I could get lost in your raven hair and your silken skin.”
Erestor groaned and clutched the Prince tighter, he knew not how the Prince pulled the thoughts from his mind, but that was what he was doing, he was speaking the words his beloved had once said, the ones that swirled in his mind. The Noldo raked his nails down the Prince’s back and heard him moan quietly in response, still tasting him. Erestor sucked at the Prince’s neck and nipped him as he pulled him closer, pressing the length of his body against the warrior. He growled into Legolas’ ear, “I want to be inside you.”
The Prince lapped at his ear, and rose just long enough to pull the Counselor’s robe from his body and his own leggings off. He lay back down and rolled to his back, pulling Erestor with him so that he rested on top of him. He spread his legs so that the Counselor rested between them, he whispered in reply, “Yes, take me, Erestor.”
Erestor took one of the Prince’s nipples in his mouth, slowly sucking on it and nibbling on it as he struggled to hold still. Legolas moaned as he reached for a vial of oil next to the bed and handed it to Erestor. He arched his powerful back, pressing his chest into the Noldo’s mouth as he moaned and wadded the bedcovers in his fists. He felt like he would burst, he struggled to control his breathing, his engorged arousal ached and throbbed and wept heavily as he rocked it against his lover.
Erestor coated his fingers with the oil and slid them inside his lover, gently stroking him and preparing him. Legolas choked back a loud groan as Erestor stroked deep inside him, making him writhe beneath him and begin to whimper. As Erestor manipulated the Prince’s body, he watched him with awe. His form was so powerful and elegant; the exaggerated arch of his torso as he lifted off the bed, the soft sighs and breathless whispers of encouragement that issued from his silken lips, the taut, rippling muscles covered with alabaster skin. He thought to himself that only one other was more beautiful than Legolas, but he pushed it from his mind, knowing the Prince was reading his thoughts and emulating all that he saw there.
Legolas reached up and caressed his face and smiled, it was the most heartbreaking smile the Noldo had ever seen. “Sshh, meldir, do not worry for me, I want this, I want you. I understand what it is that you feel, Erestor. Do not think of me as I am, think of me as who you wish I were, there is no harm in it.”
How could one be so selfless and kind? How could such a soul exist in this world? He never ceased to be amazed by Legolas’ infinite capacity for kindness. He positioned himself at his lover’s entrance and slowly thrust in, sliding inside tight, velvet heat, feeling wrapped in white-hot passion and heartbreaking gentleness. He took the Prince’s rigid arousal in his hand and slowly stroked it in time with his thrusts. He thrust slowly, withdrawing almost completely before sheathing himself again. He leaned down and whispered and moaned Glorfindel’s name against the Prince’s lips and into his mouth as he watched Legolas’ eyelids flutter. He increased the rhythm of his stroke, until he felt the Prince’s essence spill over his hand. He forced himself to keep his eyes open as he came, staring into the Prince’s eyes, feeling his sweet breath upon his lips as Legolas groaned his name.
Legolas face was covered in a shroud of raven hair, the Counselor’s honeyed breath fluttered against his lips, and soft, musical moans floated into his ears. He wrapped his arms around his lover-friend, caressing his back and running his hands up into his hair. He trembled slightly and smiled. He laughed softly as Erestor playfully nibbled at his ear.
“Ai, Legolas, how can I ever repay you for what you have given me?” He lapped softly at his earlobe as he caressed his sides and his chest.
The Prince quietly replied, “Sleep in my arms and do it to me again in a few hours.”
Erestor slid in beside him and pulled the covers up around them, “Aye, I will, but next time it is you I want to make love to, meldir.”
Legolas smiled, “Then that is what you shall have, my proud Noldor beauty.”
Erestor felt relaxed and content for the first time in years. He drifted off into reverie, getting some much needed rest.
* * * *
October 22nd, 3018, The Last Homely House, Imladris
Legolas leapt from his horse and smiled, “Mae Govannen, Elladan!”
Elladan hopped down the remaining few stairs and embraced his good friend. “Mae Govannen, Legolas. How was your journey?”
Legolas smiled and nodded, “Very good, the weather held and it was beautiful coming into the valley, the trees have started to turn.” He turned and issued a few instructions to his traveling companions as they led the horses away to the stable. “And how are you, meldiramin, still in love and still happy?” He cast a sly glance at his good friend.
Elladan nodded and laughed softly, before whispering, “Thank you for keeping our secret, meldir, there are those that would not understand so well.”
Legolas smiled wistfully, “Aye, I understand that well enough.” He looked past Elladan to see Erestor coming down the stair to greet him in his official capacity. His smile broadened upon seeing another good friend and he excused himself to Elladan.
Erestor smiled upon seeing the Prince, it had been years since they had last seen one another, and he had missed him. He embraced the Prince and smiled. “Mae Govannen, Legolas, I trust your trip was uneventful?”
“Ai, Erestor, it is so good to see you, meldir. I have missed you. Ada sends his best and hopes you are well.” He turned to whisper in the Noldo’s ear, “I hope you and I can spend sometime together, alone, yes?”
Erestor smiled wickedly, hiding his expression in the Prince’s hair. “Aye, that we will, meldiramin, that we will. has has not been so long that I do not remember your touch.”
Legolas pulled back and gazed up into the Counselor’s eyes as he stood on the stabovebove him, anilediled. “I should hope not, meldiramin.”
Erestor smiled and motioned to Elladan, “Come, let us escort the Prince to your father.”
Elladan smiled and joined the pair, glancing down and seeing the soft brush of Legolas’ hand against Erestor’s.
* * * *
Elrohir flopped upon the bed next to Glorfindel and sighed. The Vanya raised an eyebrow as he regarded the young Peredhil sprawled across his bed. That sigh was an obvious request for attention, and he smiled as he chose to ignore it, returning instead to his mending. He sat in the wide oak chair by the fire mending his favorite belt, which had become worn with use. The belt held the sheath for his sword and the stitching was coming loose. Elrohir sighed again, louder this time and Glorfindel could barely contain the chuckle that threatened to slip from his lips.
Finally, the Peredhil sat up and barked, “Are you going to just sit there doing female’s work or are you going to pay attention to me?”
Glorfindel looked up from his mending and raised an eyebrow, “Careful, Elrohir, lest you forget who you are talking to.”
Elrohir sighed and looked out the window, “I am sorry, Glorfindel, I meant no disrespect. It is just that I have not seen Elladan all day. Legolas arrived this afternoon and Elladan has been joined at the hip with him all day. If I did not know better I would swear…”
Glorfindel put his mending down, “Now, Elrohir, you know Elladan and Legolas are just friends, we have established that. Surely you are not saying that you do not trust your brother.”
Elrohir shook his head, “No, no… I trust him really. I just wish he could pry himself away from that trickster long enough for me to show him how much I appreciate him.”
Glorfindel stood up and looked at Elrohir sitting upon his bed. He smiled wick and and began stalking toward him. “Are you feeling neglected, my pet?”
A broad smile began to break across Elrohir’s face and he began sliding backward along the bed, “Perhaps…”
The warrior removed his tunic and tossed it upon the chair, “Well then, we will have to do something about that then.” He kicked off his boots and climbed upon the bed as Elrohir scrambled backward. He caught one of his legs and yanked his boot from his foot as Elrohir gasped. He caught thher her and pulled it free, causing the Peredhil to chuckle. He then grabbes les legs and pulled him down so that he lay flat upon the bed and crawled over him, staring down into his eyes.
Elrohir reached up for him and the warrior swatted his hand away. He straddled him and began pulling his tunic open, buttons popped free and Elrohir gasped as the warrior tore the garment from his chest. His eyes widened in anticipation as the Eldar grasped his leggings and roughly jerked them from his body, leaving him naked beneath him. The warrior lowered himself to Elrohir, rocking his pelvis against the younger Elf’s burgeoning arousal and biting at his neck. Glorfindel grasped the backs of Elrohir’s knees and pulled his legs up and apart, as the Peredhil moaned and locked his ankles around the Eldar’s back. Elrohir loved it when Glorfindel was so forceful, he loved being ravaged by the Eldar.
Glorfindel rose long enough to remove his own leggings, and flipped Elrohir to his stomach. He pressed him into the bed and growled, “Ah… this is what you want, is it not? You want me to take you, to use you roughly, yes?”
Elrohir knotted the sheets in his fists and whimpered, he was becoming impossibly aroused and he could feel the Vanya’s hot, moist sex slide in between his buttocks. He could not speak so he spread his legs wider and arched back against the Eldar. Glorfindel smirked, Elrohir was so easy, always so honest a wha what he wanted, it was what the warrior loved about him. He dipped his ear to Elrohir’s and whispered, “You are shameless, Peredhil, offering yourself to me like some human tart. It is that human blood in you that makes you want me thus, that makes you want me to objectify you.” He growled, “If that is what you want that is what you will get, I will use you until you can be used no more.”
Elrohir felt as though he would come just hearing the Vanya’s words. Glorfindel was the only one who did not treat him like royalty, who could make him feel so dirty, and he craved it. He felt the warrior’s fingers rake down his back as his lips made their way down to the cleft of his buttocks. He groaned as he felt the Eldar’s tongue slide inside him, he cried out as the warrior nipped at his buttocks and slid his hand under his belly, ruthlessly squeezing him.
Glorfindel lifted the Peredhil’s hips, spreading his knees wide and growled, “Come now, my little plaything, tell me what you want.”
Elrohir moaned and croaked, “Take me, my Lord, take me roughly.”
Glorfindel chuckled, “You are a naughty little slut, Elrohir; shameless, begging little wanton.” He positioned his slick, rigid length at Elrohir’s entrance and buried himself inside his decadent heat. He smiled as Elrohir cried out and arched his back, knowing he hit his target with his first pass. He thrust slowly at first, wanting to give Elrohir what he wanted but not wanting to really hurt him. Soon, he set a punishing pace, slamming into the writhinung ung body of his lover. Each mewling cry made his arousal twitch and he gritted his teeth, claiming the Son of Elrond over and over. Elrohir was in tears, his own arousal wept and ached ceaselessly and his knuckles were white as he wadded the covers in his fists. He wondered how much longer the Eldar could hold out, for he was at his limit.
Glorfindel groaned and spilled inside the tight passage that surrounded him, gazing languidly up at he ceiling. He felt Elrohir trembling and gently rotating his hips against him, he placed his hand upon his back and felt the sweat coating his skin, he purred with each slow gyration of Elrohir’s backside against his slackening arousal. He finally slipped from the Peredhil’s body and heard him whimper. Elrohir collapsed upon the bed, still aroused and trembling from head to toe. The Vanya rolled him to his back and took him in his mouth, quickly bringing him to completion and taking him in his arms. He caressed Elrohir’s auburn locks and whispered, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.”
Elrohir sighed and wrapped his arms around his beloved warrior, “Amin mela le, Glorfindel.”
To be continued…
Elvish = English
Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My friend
Amin mela le = I love you
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Legolas/Erestor, 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: Erestor takes comfort in Legolas’ arms and finds hope. Elrohir is much abused by Glorfindel
November 18th, 3014, Last Homely House, Imladris
Erestor closed the door behind him as Legolas lit the lantern beside his bed. He stared at the Mirkwood Prince as he watched him look around his room and saw the smile upon his face.
“I like this room, it is comforting, it reminds me of home.” The Prince spoke softly.
Erestor approached, nervously clasping his hands behind his back, “Thank you, my Lord. It is simple, yet I have all that I need.”
Legolas cocked his head and regarded the sullen Counselor with compassion. He sighed, “Not all that you need, I am afraid.” He reached out and pulled the Counselor forward, until they were almost touching. He softly put his lips to the Noldo’s ear and whispered, “Let me help you, Erestor, let me repay your kindness to me and my father. It hurts me to see you this way. I know I am not the one you love, but perhaps you could find solace in my arms, since you cannot find it in the arms of the one you want.”
Erestor took a ragged breath and closed his eyes, he longed to feel strong arms around him, a warrior’s weight press him into the bed. He needed to be held, to be caressed, to feel loved, if only for a night. “You may not be him, my Lord, but that does not mean that you are not desirable.”
Legolas continued, “If I were him, what would you want? I will do anything you ask.”
Erestor took a deep breath, “Hold me in your arms, tell me everything will be alright, tell me I will not feel this way for the rest of my life.”
Legolas laid Erestor upon the bed and curled in beside him, wrapping his arms around him and whispering, “Everything will be alright, Erestor. You are not alone, you will know love again in your lifetime. You are beautiful, Counselor, beautiful and wise. Surely, you must know that somewhere there is another who will love you, perhaps in a way that your warrior cannot. We need only open our eyes, meldir, so that we may see what is hiding in plain sight.” He caressed the Counselor’s raven tresses, listened to the soft sighs and plaintive moans that began to issue from his silken lips. He felt the Counselor’s arousal begin to press into his thigh and he felt his own desire stir in response. The Noldo’s hands caressed his strong form, tugging at the suede of his tunic and the Prince rolled on top of him, pressing him into the bed underneath his strong warrior’s body. He caressed Erestor’s lips with his own, quietly moaning as his tongue lapped at them.
Erestor felt the heat of passion building inside him, it had been so long since he felt another’s flesh upon his. He clasped the Prince’s face in his hands, opening his mouth and drawing his tongue inside. He moaned into the kiss as Legolas plundered his mouth, he opened his legs and felt the young warrior’s sex press into his own and he rocked his hips up into him.
Legolas pulled back from the kiss and sat up, still sitting astride the Noldo. His hair was mussed and his braids were becoming tangled. Erestor sat up and gently undid them, running his hands through the Prince’s flaxen locks, gazing deep into his lapis eyes. “So beautiful, he whispered, my beautiful warrior.” He brought his hand to his lips when he realized what he had said, he knew the Prince caught the inference and he began to stammer an apology, “I… I am sorry, Legolas, I did not mean…”
Legolas placed his fingers upon the Counselor’s lips and silenced him, “Ssshh, Erestor, I am yours tonight. It mat not not who you were thinking of when you spoke those words, the pleasure in your voice is enough. It makes me happy to make you feel this way after you have denied yourself for so long.” He removed his tunic and took the Counselor’s face in his hands, “I am going to make love to you, Erestor, I am going to give you everything you want, I am going to give you enough to last you a long, long time.”
The Noldo whimpered and felt his sex respond to the Prince’s words and touch. He laid back and pulled his lover with him into the bed. He groaned as Legolas took his ear in his mouth. The Prince was so soft, yet so undeniably powerful, so strong yet so gentle. He croaked, “By Elbereth, you are bewitching, beautiful one. You feel so good, Legolas.”
Legolas worked his way from the Counselor’s ear to his neck as he undid the clasps on his robe, “Mmm… You taste good, Counselor, rich and smooth like a ripe peach. I could get lost in your raven hair and your silken skin.”
Erestor groaned and clutched the Prince tighter, he knew not how the Prince pulled the thoughts from his mind, but that was what he was doing, he was speaking the words his beloved had once said, the ones that swirled in his mind. The Noldo raked his nails down the Prince’s back and heard him moan quietly in response, still tasting him. Erestor sucked at the Prince’s neck and nipped him as he pulled him closer, pressing the length of his body against the warrior. He growled into Legolas’ ear, “I want to be inside you.”
The Prince lapped at his ear, and rose just long enough to pull the Counselor’s robe from his body and his own leggings off. He lay back down and rolled to his back, pulling Erestor with him so that he rested on top of him. He spread his legs so that the Counselor rested between them, he whispered in reply, “Yes, take me, Erestor.”
Erestor took one of the Prince’s nipples in his mouth, slowly sucking on it and nibbling on it as he struggled to hold still. Legolas moaned as he reached for a vial of oil next to the bed and handed it to Erestor. He arched his powerful back, pressing his chest into the Noldo’s mouth as he moaned and wadded the bedcovers in his fists. He felt like he would burst, he struggled to control his breathing, his engorged arousal ached and throbbed and wept heavily as he rocked it against his lover.
Erestor coated his fingers with the oil and slid them inside his lover, gently stroking him and preparing him. Legolas choked back a loud groan as Erestor stroked deep inside him, making him writhe beneath him and begin to whimper. As Erestor manipulated the Prince’s body, he watched him with awe. His form was so powerful and elegant; the exaggerated arch of his torso as he lifted off the bed, the soft sighs and breathless whispers of encouragement that issued from his silken lips, the taut, rippling muscles covered with alabaster skin. He thought to himself that only one other was more beautiful than Legolas, but he pushed it from his mind, knowing the Prince was reading his thoughts and emulating all that he saw there.
Legolas reached up and caressed his face and smiled, it was the most heartbreaking smile the Noldo had ever seen. “Sshh, meldir, do not worry for me, I want this, I want you. I understand what it is that you feel, Erestor. Do not think of me as I am, think of me as who you wish I were, there is no harm in it.”
How could one be so selfless and kind? How could such a soul exist in this world? He never ceased to be amazed by Legolas’ infinite capacity for kindness. He positioned himself at his lover’s entrance and slowly thrust in, sliding inside tight, velvet heat, feeling wrapped in white-hot passion and heartbreaking gentleness. He took the Prince’s rigid arousal in his hand and slowly stroked it in time with his thrusts. He thrust slowly, withdrawing almost completely before sheathing himself again. He leaned down and whispered and moaned Glorfindel’s name against the Prince’s lips and into his mouth as he watched Legolas’ eyelids flutter. He increased the rhythm of his stroke, until he felt the Prince’s essence spill over his hand. He forced himself to keep his eyes open as he came, staring into the Prince’s eyes, feeling his sweet breath upon his lips as Legolas groaned his name.
Legolas face was covered in a shroud of raven hair, the Counselor’s honeyed breath fluttered against his lips, and soft, musical moans floated into his ears. He wrapped his arms around his lover-friend, caressing his back and running his hands up into his hair. He trembled slightly and smiled. He laughed softly as Erestor playfully nibbled at his ear.
“Ai, Legolas, how can I ever repay you for what you have given me?” He lapped softly at his earlobe as he caressed his sides and his chest.
The Prince quietly replied, “Sleep in my arms and do it to me again in a few hours.”
Erestor slid in beside him and pulled the covers up around them, “Aye, I will, but next time it is you I want to make love to, meldir.”
Legolas smiled, “Then that is what you shall have, my proud Noldor beauty.”
Erestor felt relaxed and content for the first time in years. He drifted off into reverie, getting some much needed rest.
* * * *
October 22nd, 3018, The Last Homely House, Imladris
Legolas leapt from his horse and smiled, “Mae Govannen, Elladan!”
Elladan hopped down the remaining few stairs and embraced his good friend. “Mae Govannen, Legolas. How was your journey?”
Legolas smiled and nodded, “Very good, the weather held and it was beautiful coming into the valley, the trees have started to turn.” He turned and issued a few instructions to his traveling companions as they led the horses away to the stable. “And how are you, meldiramin, still in love and still happy?” He cast a sly glance at his good friend.
Elladan nodded and laughed softly, before whispering, “Thank you for keeping our secret, meldir, there are those that would not understand so well.”
Legolas smiled wistfully, “Aye, I understand that well enough.” He looked past Elladan to see Erestor coming down the stair to greet him in his official capacity. His smile broadened upon seeing another good friend and he excused himself to Elladan.
Erestor smiled upon seeing the Prince, it had been years since they had last seen one another, and he had missed him. He embraced the Prince and smiled. “Mae Govannen, Legolas, I trust your trip was uneventful?”
“Ai, Erestor, it is so good to see you, meldir. I have missed you. Ada sends his best and hopes you are well.” He turned to whisper in the Noldo’s ear, “I hope you and I can spend sometime together, alone, yes?”
Erestor smiled wickedly, hiding his expression in the Prince’s hair. “Aye, that we will, meldiramin, that we will. has has not been so long that I do not remember your touch.”
Legolas pulled back and gazed up into the Counselor’s eyes as he stood on the stabovebove him, anilediled. “I should hope not, meldiramin.”
Erestor smiled and motioned to Elladan, “Come, let us escort the Prince to your father.”
Elladan smiled and joined the pair, glancing down and seeing the soft brush of Legolas’ hand against Erestor’s.
* * * *
Elrohir flopped upon the bed next to Glorfindel and sighed. The Vanya raised an eyebrow as he regarded the young Peredhil sprawled across his bed. That sigh was an obvious request for attention, and he smiled as he chose to ignore it, returning instead to his mending. He sat in the wide oak chair by the fire mending his favorite belt, which had become worn with use. The belt held the sheath for his sword and the stitching was coming loose. Elrohir sighed again, louder this time and Glorfindel could barely contain the chuckle that threatened to slip from his lips.
Finally, the Peredhil sat up and barked, “Are you going to just sit there doing female’s work or are you going to pay attention to me?”
Glorfindel looked up from his mending and raised an eyebrow, “Careful, Elrohir, lest you forget who you are talking to.”
Elrohir sighed and looked out the window, “I am sorry, Glorfindel, I meant no disrespect. It is just that I have not seen Elladan all day. Legolas arrived this afternoon and Elladan has been joined at the hip with him all day. If I did not know better I would swear…”
Glorfindel put his mending down, “Now, Elrohir, you know Elladan and Legolas are just friends, we have established that. Surely you are not saying that you do not trust your brother.”
Elrohir shook his head, “No, no… I trust him really. I just wish he could pry himself away from that trickster long enough for me to show him how much I appreciate him.”
Glorfindel stood up and looked at Elrohir sitting upon his bed. He smiled wick and and began stalking toward him. “Are you feeling neglected, my pet?”
A broad smile began to break across Elrohir’s face and he began sliding backward along the bed, “Perhaps…”
The warrior removed his tunic and tossed it upon the chair, “Well then, we will have to do something about that then.” He kicked off his boots and climbed upon the bed as Elrohir scrambled backward. He caught one of his legs and yanked his boot from his foot as Elrohir gasped. He caught thher her and pulled it free, causing the Peredhil to chuckle. He then grabbes les legs and pulled him down so that he lay flat upon the bed and crawled over him, staring down into his eyes.
Elrohir reached up for him and the warrior swatted his hand away. He straddled him and began pulling his tunic open, buttons popped free and Elrohir gasped as the warrior tore the garment from his chest. His eyes widened in anticipation as the Eldar grasped his leggings and roughly jerked them from his body, leaving him naked beneath him. The warrior lowered himself to Elrohir, rocking his pelvis against the younger Elf’s burgeoning arousal and biting at his neck. Glorfindel grasped the backs of Elrohir’s knees and pulled his legs up and apart, as the Peredhil moaned and locked his ankles around the Eldar’s back. Elrohir loved it when Glorfindel was so forceful, he loved being ravaged by the Eldar.
Glorfindel rose long enough to remove his own leggings, and flipped Elrohir to his stomach. He pressed him into the bed and growled, “Ah… this is what you want, is it not? You want me to take you, to use you roughly, yes?”
Elrohir knotted the sheets in his fists and whimpered, he was becoming impossibly aroused and he could feel the Vanya’s hot, moist sex slide in between his buttocks. He could not speak so he spread his legs wider and arched back against the Eldar. Glorfindel smirked, Elrohir was so easy, always so honest a wha what he wanted, it was what the warrior loved about him. He dipped his ear to Elrohir’s and whispered, “You are shameless, Peredhil, offering yourself to me like some human tart. It is that human blood in you that makes you want me thus, that makes you want me to objectify you.” He growled, “If that is what you want that is what you will get, I will use you until you can be used no more.”
Elrohir felt as though he would come just hearing the Vanya’s words. Glorfindel was the only one who did not treat him like royalty, who could make him feel so dirty, and he craved it. He felt the warrior’s fingers rake down his back as his lips made their way down to the cleft of his buttocks. He groaned as he felt the Eldar’s tongue slide inside him, he cried out as the warrior nipped at his buttocks and slid his hand under his belly, ruthlessly squeezing him.
Glorfindel lifted the Peredhil’s hips, spreading his knees wide and growled, “Come now, my little plaything, tell me what you want.”
Elrohir moaned and croaked, “Take me, my Lord, take me roughly.”
Glorfindel chuckled, “You are a naughty little slut, Elrohir; shameless, begging little wanton.” He positioned his slick, rigid length at Elrohir’s entrance and buried himself inside his decadent heat. He smiled as Elrohir cried out and arched his back, knowing he hit his target with his first pass. He thrust slowly at first, wanting to give Elrohir what he wanted but not wanting to really hurt him. Soon, he set a punishing pace, slamming into the writhinung ung body of his lover. Each mewling cry made his arousal twitch and he gritted his teeth, claiming the Son of Elrond over and over. Elrohir was in tears, his own arousal wept and ached ceaselessly and his knuckles were white as he wadded the covers in his fists. He wondered how much longer the Eldar could hold out, for he was at his limit.
Glorfindel groaned and spilled inside the tight passage that surrounded him, gazing languidly up at he ceiling. He felt Elrohir trembling and gently rotating his hips against him, he placed his hand upon his back and felt the sweat coating his skin, he purred with each slow gyration of Elrohir’s backside against his slackening arousal. He finally slipped from the Peredhil’s body and heard him whimper. Elrohir collapsed upon the bed, still aroused and trembling from head to toe. The Vanya rolled him to his back and took him in his mouth, quickly bringing him to completion and taking him in his arms. He caressed Elrohir’s auburn locks and whispered, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.”
Elrohir sighed and wrapped his arms around his beloved warrior, “Amin mela le, Glorfindel.”
To be continued…
Elvish = English
Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My friend
Amin mela le = I love you