Tale of Two Brothers
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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1,728
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9
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Tale of Two Brothers, Chp. 16
Title: Tale of Two Brothers, 16/?
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Erestor/Legolas
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, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Feedback: Yes please larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Summary/Notes: Elladan wakes up late and remembers why; Glorfindel muses about Elladan and gets a little jealous.
Elladan awoke to the sound of birds singing outside his window. He blinked to adjust his eyes to the light and rolled over, reaching out for his brother and finding him already gone. He sat up and rubbed his face. He could gauge by the way the light broke through the window that he had overslept, which was very unlike him. He then remembered the prior night’s activities and realized the reason for his needing more sleep. He threw the covers back and leapt out of bed, quickly crossing the room to his armoire and collecting the robes he would wear that day. A soft knock on his door followed by the sound of his brother’s voice caused him to hurry even more.
“Elladan?”
“Come in, gwador.” He answered.
Elrohir hastily entered and closed the door behind him. “You are late, we must hurry!” Elrohir grabbed his brother’s comb and quickly took down his mussed braids from the night before and began combing his brother’s hair as Elladan finished dressing.
“I overslept. How late am I?” He asked worriedly.
Elrohir smiled, “Not too late, yet. If we hurry Ada may not even notice.” He deftly braided his brother’s silky hair back away from his face.
Elladan grumbled, “It is your fault I overslept. I was exhausted after what you and Glorfindel put me through. What happened? I remember being in the alcove off the main corridor and the next thing I remember I woke up late this morning.”
Elrohir smirked, “Well you were not complaining last night, gwador.” His expression turned serious, “I took things a little too far, however. I am sorry, Elladan.”
Elladan turned around quickly, “Check my buttons…” He looked at himself in the mirror to make sure he was presentable as Elrohir smoothed the fabric of his robes. He looked back at his brother and paused, caressing his face. “I know you would never purposefully harm me, Elrohir. It was an accident, but your actions were filled with good intentions.” He smiled and placed a soft kiss upon his brother’s lips. “Next time, pay a little more attention to just how far you can take me, yes?”
Elrohir caressed his face with the back of his hand, “Yes, I will, Elladan. Amin mela le…”
Elladan smiled, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.” They turned to walk out the door and Elladan paused, turning to his brother. “Perhaps we should try that little game on Glorfindel? Accost him outside the barracks one night?”
Elrohir laughed heartily, “We may have some difficultycuticuting that plan, after all Glorfindel was the one who dragged you into the alcove, and you fought pretty hard.”
Elladan smiled, “But there would be two of us and only one of him… It might provide for some entertainment…”
Elrohir chuckled and shoved his brother out the door, “Ai, Elladan, you are going to get us both in trouble.”
* * * *
Legolas yawned and stretched his elegant body against his lover’s. He snuggled his lips into Erestor’s ear and whispered, “Good morning, melethron.”
Erestor smiled and stretched, wrapping his long arms around his lover, taking one of his hands and bringing it to his lips. “Good morning, a’maelamin.”
Legolas rolled so that his body pressed the Noldo’s into the bed and he playfully growled, “If I did not have that cursed Council meeting today, I would tie you to the bed and ravage you.”
Erestor purred, “Ah, yes… like you did last night? I would like that…”
Legolas chuckled, “So would I…” He smiled and purred into the Counselor’s ear, “Mmm…. I have missed you, Counselor.”
Erestor sighed as he felt the Prince’s lips trace the gentle curve of his ear. “Alas, I have to attend the Council meeting as well… Lord Elrond is quite apprehensive about what may take place. The Halflings have brought something of great interest with them.”
Legolas continued to nuzzle the Noldo’s ear as he whispered, “I suppose he will not be all too thrilled with the news I bear either. Somehow the creature Gollum managed to escape my father’s dungeons. Only one other has been able to do that, under very suspicious circumstances, I might add.”
Erestor’s eyes widened and he sat up abruptly as Legolas barked and slipped to the side. He turned and looked at the Mirkwood Prince, “Gollum escaped? When?”
Legolas furrowed his brow and cocked his head, “Just before I left Mirkwood, about two weeks ago. Why?”
Erestor frowned, “Have you not told Lord Elrond this news?”
Legolas shook his head, “No, I have not. Our discussions yesterday centered around activity on Mirkwood’s southern boarders and increased Orc sightings along the Great Forest Road.” He placed his hand on Erestor’s arm, “Why does Gollum’s disappearance trouble you so, meldir?”
Erestor looked at Legolas, “Who was the last to escape from your father’s dungeons?”
Legolas frowned, “Thorin II, why?”
Erestor leapt from the bed, “Bilbo!”
Legolas also rose from the bed, though in less of a hurry. “Erestor, what is the matter?”
Erestor quickly dressed as he recounted recent events for Legolas, “Thorin II traveled with Bilbo Baggins through Mirkwood when he was captured and then mysteriously escaped from your father’s dungeons. Before that, Bilbo found an ‘object of great interest’ that he acquired from Gollum’s cave. Now, his nephew Frodo arrives with an ‘object of great interest’ that he has apparently acquired from Bilbo.”
Legolas’ eyes widened, “By the Valar, it could not be… You do not think that…”
Erestor looked at his lover, “I do not know, not for certain. But I find it strange that you arrive with news of Gollum’s unlikely escape, Frodo arrives with this object, Boromir arrives from Gondor seeking council for dreams he and his brother Faramir are having, and Mithrandir is here as well. These are all very strange coincidences, do you not think?”
Legolas hurriedly dressed alongside his lover. “I pray this is not what we think it is, Erestor. For if it is, things will be growing very dark, very soon.”
Erestor took his lover by the arm, “We must get you in to see Lord Elrond before the Council meeting.”
The two rushed down the hall to catch the Lord of Imladris.
* * * *
Glorfindel lazed in bed, recanting last evening’s events. He smiled wickedly when he recalled how irresistible Elladan was as he struggled; he had barely been able to contain himself as the Elf writhed against him. He liked seeing Elladan that way, angry and fighting, full of rage and contempt; it was a sight he had not seen often. The elder Peredhil was always so submissive with him, so willing to give him everything and anything he wanted. He had noticed that Elladan was becoming more submissive with Elrohir too. The Eldar wondered why. Why Elladan, who was slightly taller than Elrohir, though not as muscular, would give up control so easily; it certainly was not because he was physically inferior.
Throughout their years Elladan was most often the more assertive one, the one who made decisions, the one who planned out how things were to be done. Elrohir was always the one to rush in and be chided by his elder brother; he was also the more fearless of the two. The sons of Elrond were known throughout Middle Earth as fearsome warriors. Few, even among the Elves, dared to challenge them. When away from home Elladan took the lead in situations where diplomatic skills were required. But in every other way, they were seen as equals. However, at home Elladan had become subservient, not only in bed, but in their day to day interaction. The only exception was when they were in the presence of their father, then Elladan took the lead again. The warrior wondered if he took a more subservient role with them because he believed that was what he and Elrohir wanted, or if he did it because it was what he wanted. Perhaps a test was in order, a test to prove just how far Elladan would go before he drew the line and stood his ground. Just how much was he willing to give up to make his lovers happy?
The warrior rose from the bed and stood in front of his window as he stretched and prepared to start his day. He caught a glimpse of Erestor quickly walking across the courtyard and talking to someone over his shoulder. He stopped, put his hands on his hips and appeared to be chiding someone. The Vanya smiled and quietly chuckled, he loved seeing the Counselor get his temper up, it always made him smile. He watched the Noldo cock his head and saw his lips curve into a smile and it peaked his curiosity. He leaned out the window to get a better view of who his good friend was talking to, when he saw the Prince of Mirkwood walk toward Erestor, and into the Counselor’s outstretched arms. He watched the two embrace and saw the Prince’s hands slide inside the Counselor’s tunic. He recognized the way Erestor inclined his head and parted his lips, and he watched as the Counselor ran his hands down the archer’s back and over his round buttocks.
He pulled back into his room and growled, he hoped the Prince was not playing with his friend, for if he were, Legolas would answer to him.
He opened his armoire and began to dress for his day.
To be continued…
Elvish = English translation
Gwador = brother
Ada = Father
Amin mela le = I love you
Melethron = Lover
A’maelamin = Beloved
Meldir = Friend
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Erestor/Legolas
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, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Feedback: Yes please larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Summary/Notes: Elladan wakes up late and remembers why; Glorfindel muses about Elladan and gets a little jealous.
Elladan awoke to the sound of birds singing outside his window. He blinked to adjust his eyes to the light and rolled over, reaching out for his brother and finding him already gone. He sat up and rubbed his face. He could gauge by the way the light broke through the window that he had overslept, which was very unlike him. He then remembered the prior night’s activities and realized the reason for his needing more sleep. He threw the covers back and leapt out of bed, quickly crossing the room to his armoire and collecting the robes he would wear that day. A soft knock on his door followed by the sound of his brother’s voice caused him to hurry even more.
“Elladan?”
“Come in, gwador.” He answered.
Elrohir hastily entered and closed the door behind him. “You are late, we must hurry!” Elrohir grabbed his brother’s comb and quickly took down his mussed braids from the night before and began combing his brother’s hair as Elladan finished dressing.
“I overslept. How late am I?” He asked worriedly.
Elrohir smiled, “Not too late, yet. If we hurry Ada may not even notice.” He deftly braided his brother’s silky hair back away from his face.
Elladan grumbled, “It is your fault I overslept. I was exhausted after what you and Glorfindel put me through. What happened? I remember being in the alcove off the main corridor and the next thing I remember I woke up late this morning.”
Elrohir smirked, “Well you were not complaining last night, gwador.” His expression turned serious, “I took things a little too far, however. I am sorry, Elladan.”
Elladan turned around quickly, “Check my buttons…” He looked at himself in the mirror to make sure he was presentable as Elrohir smoothed the fabric of his robes. He looked back at his brother and paused, caressing his face. “I know you would never purposefully harm me, Elrohir. It was an accident, but your actions were filled with good intentions.” He smiled and placed a soft kiss upon his brother’s lips. “Next time, pay a little more attention to just how far you can take me, yes?”
Elrohir caressed his face with the back of his hand, “Yes, I will, Elladan. Amin mela le…”
Elladan smiled, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.” They turned to walk out the door and Elladan paused, turning to his brother. “Perhaps we should try that little game on Glorfindel? Accost him outside the barracks one night?”
Elrohir laughed heartily, “We may have some difficultycuticuting that plan, after all Glorfindel was the one who dragged you into the alcove, and you fought pretty hard.”
Elladan smiled, “But there would be two of us and only one of him… It might provide for some entertainment…”
Elrohir chuckled and shoved his brother out the door, “Ai, Elladan, you are going to get us both in trouble.”
* * * *
Legolas yawned and stretched his elegant body against his lover’s. He snuggled his lips into Erestor’s ear and whispered, “Good morning, melethron.”
Erestor smiled and stretched, wrapping his long arms around his lover, taking one of his hands and bringing it to his lips. “Good morning, a’maelamin.”
Legolas rolled so that his body pressed the Noldo’s into the bed and he playfully growled, “If I did not have that cursed Council meeting today, I would tie you to the bed and ravage you.”
Erestor purred, “Ah, yes… like you did last night? I would like that…”
Legolas chuckled, “So would I…” He smiled and purred into the Counselor’s ear, “Mmm…. I have missed you, Counselor.”
Erestor sighed as he felt the Prince’s lips trace the gentle curve of his ear. “Alas, I have to attend the Council meeting as well… Lord Elrond is quite apprehensive about what may take place. The Halflings have brought something of great interest with them.”
Legolas continued to nuzzle the Noldo’s ear as he whispered, “I suppose he will not be all too thrilled with the news I bear either. Somehow the creature Gollum managed to escape my father’s dungeons. Only one other has been able to do that, under very suspicious circumstances, I might add.”
Erestor’s eyes widened and he sat up abruptly as Legolas barked and slipped to the side. He turned and looked at the Mirkwood Prince, “Gollum escaped? When?”
Legolas furrowed his brow and cocked his head, “Just before I left Mirkwood, about two weeks ago. Why?”
Erestor frowned, “Have you not told Lord Elrond this news?”
Legolas shook his head, “No, I have not. Our discussions yesterday centered around activity on Mirkwood’s southern boarders and increased Orc sightings along the Great Forest Road.” He placed his hand on Erestor’s arm, “Why does Gollum’s disappearance trouble you so, meldir?”
Erestor looked at Legolas, “Who was the last to escape from your father’s dungeons?”
Legolas frowned, “Thorin II, why?”
Erestor leapt from the bed, “Bilbo!”
Legolas also rose from the bed, though in less of a hurry. “Erestor, what is the matter?”
Erestor quickly dressed as he recounted recent events for Legolas, “Thorin II traveled with Bilbo Baggins through Mirkwood when he was captured and then mysteriously escaped from your father’s dungeons. Before that, Bilbo found an ‘object of great interest’ that he acquired from Gollum’s cave. Now, his nephew Frodo arrives with an ‘object of great interest’ that he has apparently acquired from Bilbo.”
Legolas’ eyes widened, “By the Valar, it could not be… You do not think that…”
Erestor looked at his lover, “I do not know, not for certain. But I find it strange that you arrive with news of Gollum’s unlikely escape, Frodo arrives with this object, Boromir arrives from Gondor seeking council for dreams he and his brother Faramir are having, and Mithrandir is here as well. These are all very strange coincidences, do you not think?”
Legolas hurriedly dressed alongside his lover. “I pray this is not what we think it is, Erestor. For if it is, things will be growing very dark, very soon.”
Erestor took his lover by the arm, “We must get you in to see Lord Elrond before the Council meeting.”
The two rushed down the hall to catch the Lord of Imladris.
* * * *
Glorfindel lazed in bed, recanting last evening’s events. He smiled wickedly when he recalled how irresistible Elladan was as he struggled; he had barely been able to contain himself as the Elf writhed against him. He liked seeing Elladan that way, angry and fighting, full of rage and contempt; it was a sight he had not seen often. The elder Peredhil was always so submissive with him, so willing to give him everything and anything he wanted. He had noticed that Elladan was becoming more submissive with Elrohir too. The Eldar wondered why. Why Elladan, who was slightly taller than Elrohir, though not as muscular, would give up control so easily; it certainly was not because he was physically inferior.
Throughout their years Elladan was most often the more assertive one, the one who made decisions, the one who planned out how things were to be done. Elrohir was always the one to rush in and be chided by his elder brother; he was also the more fearless of the two. The sons of Elrond were known throughout Middle Earth as fearsome warriors. Few, even among the Elves, dared to challenge them. When away from home Elladan took the lead in situations where diplomatic skills were required. But in every other way, they were seen as equals. However, at home Elladan had become subservient, not only in bed, but in their day to day interaction. The only exception was when they were in the presence of their father, then Elladan took the lead again. The warrior wondered if he took a more subservient role with them because he believed that was what he and Elrohir wanted, or if he did it because it was what he wanted. Perhaps a test was in order, a test to prove just how far Elladan would go before he drew the line and stood his ground. Just how much was he willing to give up to make his lovers happy?
The warrior rose from the bed and stood in front of his window as he stretched and prepared to start his day. He caught a glimpse of Erestor quickly walking across the courtyard and talking to someone over his shoulder. He stopped, put his hands on his hips and appeared to be chiding someone. The Vanya smiled and quietly chuckled, he loved seeing the Counselor get his temper up, it always made him smile. He watched the Noldo cock his head and saw his lips curve into a smile and it peaked his curiosity. He leaned out the window to get a better view of who his good friend was talking to, when he saw the Prince of Mirkwood walk toward Erestor, and into the Counselor’s outstretched arms. He watched the two embrace and saw the Prince’s hands slide inside the Counselor’s tunic. He recognized the way Erestor inclined his head and parted his lips, and he watched as the Counselor ran his hands down the archer’s back and over his round buttocks.
He pulled back into his room and growled, he hoped the Prince was not playing with his friend, for if he were, Legolas would answer to him.
He opened his armoire and began to dress for his day.
To be continued…
Elvish = English translation
Gwador = brother
Ada = Father
Amin mela le = I love you
Melethron = Lover
A’maelamin = Beloved
Meldir = Friend