Tale of Two Brothers
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,727
Reviews:
9
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Tale of Two Brothers, Chp 15
Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 15
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: Legolas and Erestor share a night of passion; Glorfindel and Elrohir abduct Elladan
October 22nd, 3018, The Last Homely House, Imladris
Erestor heard the soft knock upon his door and opened it to find Legolas on the other side. The Prince flashed an evil smile and shoved the door open, grabbing Erestor by the collar of his robes and practically lifting him off his feet as he kicked the door shut behind him. He stalked toward the bed, Erestor stumbling backwards, the only thing keeping him on his feet was the grip Legolas had on his cloak. The Counselor tumbled back upon the bed and the Prince fell upon him, grasping his hair and plundering his mouth. Erestor was immediately hard, throbbing and aching beneath his robes. He could feel the Prince’s arousal press into his, and he spread his legs, rocking his hips up into him as he moaned.
Legolas broke their kiss and smiled, “Who am I tonight, my beautiful Noldo?”
Erestor reached for the Prince’s lips with his own, but they danced just out of reach. He groaned and replied, “You are you, my Lord. I want no other.”
Legolas narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. He smiled wickedly and replied, “Hmm… I doubt that, but I will accept your answer nonetheless.” He suckled the point of the Counselor’s ear and felt him writhe beneath him. He purred, “What will you have of me tonight? Shall I offer myself to you or will you have me take you?”
Erestor whispered breathlessly, “What would you have, my Lord?”
Legolas laughed softly, “I would take you, I would bury myself in your heat, Counselor. Would you like that? Do you want me to take you oiled up and begging?”
Erestor whimpered and clutched him tighter, “Ai, Legolas, you will be the death of me. Each word you speak drives me out of my mind.”
Legolas growled, “Then that makes two of us, my lovely Noldo. Watching you across the table from me tonight was almost more than I could bear. I wanted to bend you across the table and take you then and there. You have no idea how beautiful you are Counselor, the way you looked at me, the way you would lick your lips after taking a sip of your wine, the graceful way you use your hands when you talk. Ai, Erestor, it was a good thing I was wearing robes instead of my tunic tonight, or my predicament would have been glaringly obvious.”
Erestor laughed softly and gasped as the Prince’s mouth traveled from his ear to his neck. He groaned as he felt his robe fall open and felt Legolas’ hungry hands consume his chest. He quickly unfastened the clasps that held Legolas’ robe closed and tugged it from his body. Legolas stood and pulled the Counselor from the bed and swiftly tore his robes free, smiling as he pushed down on his shoulders, encouraging the Noldo to kneel on the floor. Erestor reached up and placed his hands on the Prince’s hips, and his mouth to his lower abdomen. Legolas closed his eyes and moaned quietly. Having the Counselor kneeling before him and brushing his lips against his groin was intoxicating.
“Turn around.” Legolas whispered hoarsely as he fumbled in the drawer beside the bed. He retrieved a vial of oil and coated his arousal and his fingers with it. He knelt behind the waiting Noldo, sliding his hand between his buttocks and pressing two fingers inside him. Erestor arched his back and gasped as he felt the Prince’s fingers slide inside his body; he let his knees spread further apart as he pressed down into his hand. Legolas suckled the point of the Counselor’s ear as he probed inside him. He smiled as the Noldo cried out and bucked back against him. “Feel good?” he purred in Erestor’s ear.
Erestor moaned and breathlessly whispered, “Yes, oh yes, more, please…”
Legolas withdrew his fingers from his lover’s body and smiled. He placed his hand upon the Counselor’s neck and bent him forward so that his upper body rested upon the bed. Erestor closed his eyes and gathered the covers in his fists, waiting for his lover to take him. Legolas gently spread his firm, smooth buttocks and leaned over him, pressing his rigid, weeping length inside the Noldo’s lithe body. Erestor cried out at the initial thrust and arched back against him. “Harder…” he croaked, and the Prince complied, burying himself deeper and hitting his mark with each thrust. Legolas reached around Erestor’s body and took his arousal in his oiled hand, sliding it up and down, as he whispered in the Counselor’s ear.
He increased the rhythm of his hand to match the rhythm of his thrust and felt Erestor begin to quiver beneath him. He squeezed his arousal tightly and whispered, “Not yet, meleth nín, not yet.” The Noldo whimpered and writhed beneath him, he was going weak in his legs, his body was on fire, all thought purged from his mind as he was reduced to a trembling boneless mass. The Prince released his grip and allowed the Counselor to spill himself over his hand as he came inside him, burying his face in Erestor’s hair and groaning deeply. He rested upon his lover’s back for a few moments as he felt the warm rush of afterglow wash over him, he caressed Erestor’s ear and cheek with his lips and whispered endearments to him. He slid from his lover’s body and heard him whimper in response; he placed gentle kisses upon his back and shoulders as he lifted him to his feet and pulled him to the bed. He collected a basin of warm water and a cloth and lovingly cleaned the Noldo, smiling as he looked at his satiated body upon the bed.
The Prince climbed beneath the covers and snuggled up to his lover-friend and sighed. Erestor wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “My sweet Prince…” he whispered, and Legolas smiled.
Legolas looked up at him and whispered, “Yours are the only other arms I feel safe and loved in, Erestor. Your bed is the only other that offers me comfort and rest.”
Erestor smiled at him gently and caressed his face, “You are always welcome in my bed, meldiramin, always.” They snuggled into one another’s arms and drifted off into reverie.
* * * *
Elladan walked from his father’s study down the long hall toward his chamber. He had a long and tiring day, entertaining the arriving Council members and seeing them tucked away into their guest quarters. As he walked down the long dark hallway, he thought he heard footsteps behind him and stopped, turning to look back down the corridor, but saw nothing. He turned to continue on when he was shoved into a small alcove, his cry of surprise muffled by the hand that was clamped over his mouth. He blindly struggled against his captor but could not break free, they were larger and stronger than he was. He sensed the presence of a second attacker and felt a blindfold slip over his eyes. The strong hand was still clamped over his mouth and he struggled against the one who held him. His wrists were held tight behind his back and he collided against the one who held him from behind. He his surprise turned to fear and revulsion as he felt a gloved hand slide down his chest and over his groin. He growled and struggled, his mind raced as he tried to imagine who dared to assault a son of Lord Elrond in his own house. The one who held him from behind pressed his rigid arousal into his buttocks and Elladan ad hid his back trying to pull away.
“Enough…”
He felt an immediate sense of relief as he heard his seneschal’s voice, whom ever it was that had accosted him this way would pay for what they had done now. He felt the one who had been assaulting him lean into him and he gasped, waiting for Glorfindel’s wrath to fall upon their heads. The next sensation he fwas was the warm, soft full lips of his brother caress his neck. The hand that was clamped over his mouth slid away and he gasped his name, “Elrohir?”
“Yes, gwador, it is me. Glorfindel is behind you.”
Elladan whispered, “What? What is going on? Why?”
Elrohir pressed up against him, his lips traveling from Elladan’s neck to his ear, “We wanted to play a little game.”
Elladan growled, “Do you know what you just put me through? Do you know what I thought was about to happen?”
Glorfindel whispered, “We are sorry, a’maelamin, we did not mean to frighten you, we were going to reveal ourselves to you. We let it go too far,” the warrior caressed his other ear with his lips and the hand that had been over his mouth traveled down his chest and pinched one of his nipples between his fingers, “forgive us?”
Elladan moaned and leaned his head back against Glorfindel’s shoulder. Elrohir began snaking his way down his brother’s body, removing his gloves and unfastening the clasps on his robe as he went, his soft lips and tongue caressins tos torso. Elladan whispered, “I will have to think about it…” Elrohir smiled against his belly and Elladan felt his robes fall open and slide up past his hips to expose his awakening arousal and his firm buttocks. Glorfindel reached in between their bodies and unlaced his leggings, pulling them down past his hips. Elladan whimpered and felt his erection twitch in his brother’s hand as he felt the Eldar’s hot, slick length slide in between his legs. He stammered, “Someone might see us…”
Elrohir chuckled, “That is half the fun, is it not, gwador?” Elrohir took his brother’s heavy length in his mouth and heard him choke back a cry. Glorfindel gently probed Elladan’s entrance with his fingers, his other arm still holding him back against him. The warrior’s tongue relentlessly worked the Elf’s ear slowly driving him mad. Elladan arched against him then thrust forward into his brother’s mouth. He felt the Eldar’s arousal press against his entrance and he thrust back into him as the warrior thrust forward, he groaned as he was impaled upon the Vanya’s rigid length and was swallowed deeper by his brother.
Elrohir knelt before Elladan, one hand grasping his brother’s arousal as he consumed it, the other stroking his own desire. He moaned, sending a fluttering vibration along Elladan’s shaft causing him to cry out. Glorfindel’s hand quickly flew up to stifle his cry as he drove deeper inside him. Elladan felt his knees beginning to buckle and his blood begin to race, he was growing ever closer to climax. Elrohir gripped him tight as Elladan arched his back and groaned into Glorfindel’s hand. His arousal was weeping heavily and throbbing mercilessly, he whimpered and pleaded with his captors to bring him to climax. They tormented him over and over, bringing him to the point of release then drawing him back. Glorfindel felt him begin to grow heavy in his arms and he growled to Elrohir, “Let him go.” Elrohir released his brother’s engorged length and felt him spill down his throat as he also found his own climax. Glorfindel spilled himself inside Elladan’s constricting passage and wrapped both arms around the trembling Peredhil.
Elladan went limp in his arms, his head falling forward and his skin damp with sweat. Elrohir rose and looked at his brother, then looked at the warrior, “Oh, gods, Glorfindel, is he all right?”
Glorfindel struggled to hold on to him and pull his trousers back up, “Get his robe back on, we need to get him to bed. He has fainted.”
Elrohir gasped, “Oh, what have I done? I pushed him too far, I should have…”
Glorfindel quietly barked at Elrohir, “Now is not the time, we cannot be found like this. Now help me!”
They quickly dressed Elladan, and Glorfindel carried him to his chamber. As Elrohir closed the door behind him, Elladan began to moan and return to consciousness. The warrior laid him upon the bed and peeled the wet strands of hair from his face, “Elladan? A’maelamin? Are you all right?”
Elladan groaned, “Oh, I think so… where am I?”
Elrohir lay beside him, taking him in his arms, “I am sorry, Elladan, it is my fault, I held on too long.”
Glorfindel smiled, “He will be fine, but do not do that again. Now get some rest.” He rose from the bed and kissed each of them on the forehead, “I have to get back to my quarters before the kitchen staff wakes. I will see the two of you before the council meeting tomorrow.” He turned and left the room quietly and stole back to his quarters.
Elladan rolled into his brother’s arms and snuggled in, drifting off to sleep.
To be continued…
Elvish = English translation:
Meleth nín = My love
Meldiramin = My friend
Gwador = Brother
A’maelamin = beloved
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: Legolas and Erestor share a night of passion; Glorfindel and Elrohir abduct Elladan
October 22nd, 3018, The Last Homely House, Imladris
Erestor heard the soft knock upon his door and opened it to find Legolas on the other side. The Prince flashed an evil smile and shoved the door open, grabbing Erestor by the collar of his robes and practically lifting him off his feet as he kicked the door shut behind him. He stalked toward the bed, Erestor stumbling backwards, the only thing keeping him on his feet was the grip Legolas had on his cloak. The Counselor tumbled back upon the bed and the Prince fell upon him, grasping his hair and plundering his mouth. Erestor was immediately hard, throbbing and aching beneath his robes. He could feel the Prince’s arousal press into his, and he spread his legs, rocking his hips up into him as he moaned.
Legolas broke their kiss and smiled, “Who am I tonight, my beautiful Noldo?”
Erestor reached for the Prince’s lips with his own, but they danced just out of reach. He groaned and replied, “You are you, my Lord. I want no other.”
Legolas narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. He smiled wickedly and replied, “Hmm… I doubt that, but I will accept your answer nonetheless.” He suckled the point of the Counselor’s ear and felt him writhe beneath him. He purred, “What will you have of me tonight? Shall I offer myself to you or will you have me take you?”
Erestor whispered breathlessly, “What would you have, my Lord?”
Legolas laughed softly, “I would take you, I would bury myself in your heat, Counselor. Would you like that? Do you want me to take you oiled up and begging?”
Erestor whimpered and clutched him tighter, “Ai, Legolas, you will be the death of me. Each word you speak drives me out of my mind.”
Legolas growled, “Then that makes two of us, my lovely Noldo. Watching you across the table from me tonight was almost more than I could bear. I wanted to bend you across the table and take you then and there. You have no idea how beautiful you are Counselor, the way you looked at me, the way you would lick your lips after taking a sip of your wine, the graceful way you use your hands when you talk. Ai, Erestor, it was a good thing I was wearing robes instead of my tunic tonight, or my predicament would have been glaringly obvious.”
Erestor laughed softly and gasped as the Prince’s mouth traveled from his ear to his neck. He groaned as he felt his robe fall open and felt Legolas’ hungry hands consume his chest. He quickly unfastened the clasps that held Legolas’ robe closed and tugged it from his body. Legolas stood and pulled the Counselor from the bed and swiftly tore his robes free, smiling as he pushed down on his shoulders, encouraging the Noldo to kneel on the floor. Erestor reached up and placed his hands on the Prince’s hips, and his mouth to his lower abdomen. Legolas closed his eyes and moaned quietly. Having the Counselor kneeling before him and brushing his lips against his groin was intoxicating.
“Turn around.” Legolas whispered hoarsely as he fumbled in the drawer beside the bed. He retrieved a vial of oil and coated his arousal and his fingers with it. He knelt behind the waiting Noldo, sliding his hand between his buttocks and pressing two fingers inside him. Erestor arched his back and gasped as he felt the Prince’s fingers slide inside his body; he let his knees spread further apart as he pressed down into his hand. Legolas suckled the point of the Counselor’s ear as he probed inside him. He smiled as the Noldo cried out and bucked back against him. “Feel good?” he purred in Erestor’s ear.
Erestor moaned and breathlessly whispered, “Yes, oh yes, more, please…”
Legolas withdrew his fingers from his lover’s body and smiled. He placed his hand upon the Counselor’s neck and bent him forward so that his upper body rested upon the bed. Erestor closed his eyes and gathered the covers in his fists, waiting for his lover to take him. Legolas gently spread his firm, smooth buttocks and leaned over him, pressing his rigid, weeping length inside the Noldo’s lithe body. Erestor cried out at the initial thrust and arched back against him. “Harder…” he croaked, and the Prince complied, burying himself deeper and hitting his mark with each thrust. Legolas reached around Erestor’s body and took his arousal in his oiled hand, sliding it up and down, as he whispered in the Counselor’s ear.
He increased the rhythm of his hand to match the rhythm of his thrust and felt Erestor begin to quiver beneath him. He squeezed his arousal tightly and whispered, “Not yet, meleth nín, not yet.” The Noldo whimpered and writhed beneath him, he was going weak in his legs, his body was on fire, all thought purged from his mind as he was reduced to a trembling boneless mass. The Prince released his grip and allowed the Counselor to spill himself over his hand as he came inside him, burying his face in Erestor’s hair and groaning deeply. He rested upon his lover’s back for a few moments as he felt the warm rush of afterglow wash over him, he caressed Erestor’s ear and cheek with his lips and whispered endearments to him. He slid from his lover’s body and heard him whimper in response; he placed gentle kisses upon his back and shoulders as he lifted him to his feet and pulled him to the bed. He collected a basin of warm water and a cloth and lovingly cleaned the Noldo, smiling as he looked at his satiated body upon the bed.
The Prince climbed beneath the covers and snuggled up to his lover-friend and sighed. Erestor wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “My sweet Prince…” he whispered, and Legolas smiled.
Legolas looked up at him and whispered, “Yours are the only other arms I feel safe and loved in, Erestor. Your bed is the only other that offers me comfort and rest.”
Erestor smiled at him gently and caressed his face, “You are always welcome in my bed, meldiramin, always.” They snuggled into one another’s arms and drifted off into reverie.
* * * *
Elladan walked from his father’s study down the long hall toward his chamber. He had a long and tiring day, entertaining the arriving Council members and seeing them tucked away into their guest quarters. As he walked down the long dark hallway, he thought he heard footsteps behind him and stopped, turning to look back down the corridor, but saw nothing. He turned to continue on when he was shoved into a small alcove, his cry of surprise muffled by the hand that was clamped over his mouth. He blindly struggled against his captor but could not break free, they were larger and stronger than he was. He sensed the presence of a second attacker and felt a blindfold slip over his eyes. The strong hand was still clamped over his mouth and he struggled against the one who held him. His wrists were held tight behind his back and he collided against the one who held him from behind. He his surprise turned to fear and revulsion as he felt a gloved hand slide down his chest and over his groin. He growled and struggled, his mind raced as he tried to imagine who dared to assault a son of Lord Elrond in his own house. The one who held him from behind pressed his rigid arousal into his buttocks and Elladan ad hid his back trying to pull away.
“Enough…”
He felt an immediate sense of relief as he heard his seneschal’s voice, whom ever it was that had accosted him this way would pay for what they had done now. He felt the one who had been assaulting him lean into him and he gasped, waiting for Glorfindel’s wrath to fall upon their heads. The next sensation he fwas was the warm, soft full lips of his brother caress his neck. The hand that was clamped over his mouth slid away and he gasped his name, “Elrohir?”
“Yes, gwador, it is me. Glorfindel is behind you.”
Elladan whispered, “What? What is going on? Why?”
Elrohir pressed up against him, his lips traveling from Elladan’s neck to his ear, “We wanted to play a little game.”
Elladan growled, “Do you know what you just put me through? Do you know what I thought was about to happen?”
Glorfindel whispered, “We are sorry, a’maelamin, we did not mean to frighten you, we were going to reveal ourselves to you. We let it go too far,” the warrior caressed his other ear with his lips and the hand that had been over his mouth traveled down his chest and pinched one of his nipples between his fingers, “forgive us?”
Elladan moaned and leaned his head back against Glorfindel’s shoulder. Elrohir began snaking his way down his brother’s body, removing his gloves and unfastening the clasps on his robe as he went, his soft lips and tongue caressins tos torso. Elladan whispered, “I will have to think about it…” Elrohir smiled against his belly and Elladan felt his robes fall open and slide up past his hips to expose his awakening arousal and his firm buttocks. Glorfindel reached in between their bodies and unlaced his leggings, pulling them down past his hips. Elladan whimpered and felt his erection twitch in his brother’s hand as he felt the Eldar’s hot, slick length slide in between his legs. He stammered, “Someone might see us…”
Elrohir chuckled, “That is half the fun, is it not, gwador?” Elrohir took his brother’s heavy length in his mouth and heard him choke back a cry. Glorfindel gently probed Elladan’s entrance with his fingers, his other arm still holding him back against him. The warrior’s tongue relentlessly worked the Elf’s ear slowly driving him mad. Elladan arched against him then thrust forward into his brother’s mouth. He felt the Eldar’s arousal press against his entrance and he thrust back into him as the warrior thrust forward, he groaned as he was impaled upon the Vanya’s rigid length and was swallowed deeper by his brother.
Elrohir knelt before Elladan, one hand grasping his brother’s arousal as he consumed it, the other stroking his own desire. He moaned, sending a fluttering vibration along Elladan’s shaft causing him to cry out. Glorfindel’s hand quickly flew up to stifle his cry as he drove deeper inside him. Elladan felt his knees beginning to buckle and his blood begin to race, he was growing ever closer to climax. Elrohir gripped him tight as Elladan arched his back and groaned into Glorfindel’s hand. His arousal was weeping heavily and throbbing mercilessly, he whimpered and pleaded with his captors to bring him to climax. They tormented him over and over, bringing him to the point of release then drawing him back. Glorfindel felt him begin to grow heavy in his arms and he growled to Elrohir, “Let him go.” Elrohir released his brother’s engorged length and felt him spill down his throat as he also found his own climax. Glorfindel spilled himself inside Elladan’s constricting passage and wrapped both arms around the trembling Peredhil.
Elladan went limp in his arms, his head falling forward and his skin damp with sweat. Elrohir rose and looked at his brother, then looked at the warrior, “Oh, gods, Glorfindel, is he all right?”
Glorfindel struggled to hold on to him and pull his trousers back up, “Get his robe back on, we need to get him to bed. He has fainted.”
Elrohir gasped, “Oh, what have I done? I pushed him too far, I should have…”
Glorfindel quietly barked at Elrohir, “Now is not the time, we cannot be found like this. Now help me!”
They quickly dressed Elladan, and Glorfindel carried him to his chamber. As Elrohir closed the door behind him, Elladan began to moan and return to consciousness. The warrior laid him upon the bed and peeled the wet strands of hair from his face, “Elladan? A’maelamin? Are you all right?”
Elladan groaned, “Oh, I think so… where am I?”
Elrohir lay beside him, taking him in his arms, “I am sorry, Elladan, it is my fault, I held on too long.”
Glorfindel smiled, “He will be fine, but do not do that again. Now get some rest.” He rose from the bed and kissed each of them on the forehead, “I have to get back to my quarters before the kitchen staff wakes. I will see the two of you before the council meeting tomorrow.” He turned and left the room quietly and stole back to his quarters.
Elladan rolled into his brother’s arms and snuggled in, drifting off to sleep.
To be continued…
Elvish = English translation:
Meleth nín = My love
Meldiramin = My friend
Gwador = Brother
A’maelamin = beloved