In Twilight

Chapter 19: Aftermath
Summary: Gathered in Minas Tirith, Elladan finds the courage to tell Legolas of his decision and is surprised by his lover’s answer (slash).

The War was over. Frodo had destroyed the Ring; the Quest was fulfilled and the King was crowned. Peace reigned through the land, though there was still much work to be done in the wake of the battle. Ithilien was in disarray and needed repair; Mina Tirith as well needed new gates and the buildings needed conditioning. All of Middle-earth was pulling together to repair the damage that had been done. With a new King on the throne, it seemed that evil’s hold over the people had loosened considerably. Despite the things that needed to be done, it was a time of celebration and merrymaking.

Though it was close to the middle of the night, most within the white walls of Minas Tirith were far from asleep. Instead, there was much cheer happening throughout the late hours. A good number of the Gondorian warriors were singing loudly and praising their King; most of the Rohirrim joined their fellow Men. The Northern Dunedain sat quietly by their chief, yet the joy was evident in their eyes as they watched with faint smiles at their fellow Men. Gimli was among the crowd, laughing merrily with the Hobbits who joined him and telling stories of his people to eager young boys. Elrohir as well mingled in the crowd, at times having long discussions with the Dunedain, at other times mixing with the merry makers in their joy. His twin, however, was more occupied with quieter dealings.

Elladan stood alone on a balcony, which afforded a wondrous view of the Pelennor, the Anduin and the distant Misty Mountains. A night breeze swept about him, streaming through his hair and weaving into his cloak. He was silent and his eyes looked contemplative as he stared out at the view before him. Elladan chose to ignore the commotion going on down below him; instead, he focused on the peace and quiet of the night around him.

“Elladan?”

At the sound of his name uttered in that familiar voice, the twin turned to look over his shoulder. Framed in the doorway of the balcony stood Legolas, the light behind him setting off his hair in a soft golden glow. With a smile, Elladan held out his hand, silently beckoning the prince to join him. Legolas did so, taking his lover’s hand and entwining their fingers together as they stood side by side. Silence passed between them for some moments before Legolas spoke again.

“Is anything the matter, melme? You are quiet this night.”

Elladan shook his head, leaning over to kiss his lover’s temple. “Nay, nothing is the matter. I am just content.”

Legolas nodded, leaning against the form beside him. A strong arm wrapped about his waist, and he leaned closer, molding his form to the twin’s. More silence passed before the archer spoke again. “I feared for you on the fields.”

“I know. And I arry rry to have caused you such distress, anor-nîn. It was not my intention, I assure you.”

The prince nodded. “I realize you would not see harm done to those you love. I have known you for long years, Elladan. I know you well. Yet I fear for you, for us. I fear what will happen should one of us pass from this world and leave the other behind. I fear…” /I fear you will choose mortality and leave me to sail alone./

“You fear I will choose to remain behind.”

Elladan’s words startled Legolas as they echoed his own thoughts. He did not protest as Elladan turned and drew him closer. A soft sigh left his lips as he felt a kiss upon his hair and a gentle hand smoothing along his back. “Aye, I fear you will stay,” Legolas said in a small, timid voice. “I love you dearly, ithil-nîn. I cannot bear to be apart from you for any length of time as of late. I must have you close--I need you close. I am being selfish, I know, but I do not want you to stay. I do not want to sail alone when the time arrives.”

“Legolas, look at me.”

Slowly, tentatively, the archer raised his head from where it had rested upon his lover’s shoulder. Azure eyes met stormy-gray, staring into their depths and trying to assess the thoughts behind them. But Elladan showed nothing of what he is thinking in his gaze; all Legolas could see and discern was love and undying affection. The prince swallowed the small lump in this throat, his voice soft and almost child-like as he spoke. “Whs yos your choice then?”

He could see the fear in his love’s eyes, the desperation and a slight twinkle of hope. Elladan tried not to smile as he gently cupped Legolas’ face in his hands. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” He waited for the nod before continuing. “There’s nothing in this world that could tear away the love I have for you. Not time, not distance, nothing. You will always have my heart no matter where we are.
“But I digress. I have not answered your question. Then, melme, here is my answer. Elrohir and I have discussed this, and we have decided that we will sail. Not immediately, however. We have decided to delay our leaving until we have been witnesses to Estel and Arwen’s happiness. I will not leave you to cross the Sea alone, anor-nîn. I would not suffer our separation.” Elladan could see the tears welling up in those blue eyes, threatening to spill over and mar pale cheeks. He drew his lover closer, burying his face in the silken golden hair. “We will leave together when the time is right.”

“Elladan…” Legolas hid his face in the crook of Elladan’s neck, nuzzling the skin and issuing a deep sigh of mingled relief and happiness. He felt comfortew thw that the twins’ decision was out in the open, and relieved that his fears had been dispelled.

“Im mela lle, anor-nîn,” Elladan whispered into a pointed ear. “I will never leave you behind to wander the lands alone.”

“I would bond to you this night, ithil-nîn. I would have you for my own, for all of time.”

Elladan smiled, placing a tender kiss upon his lover’s brow before taking Legolas’ slender hand into his and leading the archer back into the adjourning bedroom. Words were no longer needed as each brought out the mithril ring they wore about their necks, exchanged them, then slipped the simple band onto the other’s left ring finger. For them, spoken vows were not needed for they had spoken them many times before.

Legolas could feel his body shaking in a pleasurable way as Elladan leaned forward, planting gentle kisses upon his brow, cheeks, eyelids and then his lips. The kiss was languid, slow and loving; neither was in a hurry to rush things, for time was something they had plenty of. Legolas mewed softly as his lower lip was nibbled, a warm tongue flicking out to smooth the nip that was left. Lips met his again and he felt his knees buckle at the pleasurable sensations spiraling through his body; he felt Elladan smile into the kiss before the twin swept him up into his arms, and carried Legolas over towards the awaiting bed.

Garments were stripped off quickly, satin skin touching satin skin. The lovers groaned throatily at the feel of the other, and shared a kiss more heated and passionate than the one before it. Hands set out to explore, tickling, teasing and arousing wherever they could reach. Fireworks, set off by Mithrandir in celebration, explored outside and set the room alight in dazzling flares of reds, yellows, blues and greens; but the bonded pair paid no attention. Allre wre was, all that there needed to be, was one another.

“Ithil-nîn,” Legolas practically purred as their lips parted. “Have me, please, melethron.”

Elladan pulled away slightly to study his lover--his bonded--and granted him a few butterfly kisses now and again. His gray orbs roamed over arousal-flushed cheeks, the azure eyes darkened with lust and love, the expression of utter trust etched over that beautiful face and golden hair fanned out on the stark white pillows beneath them. How he loved this perfect creature; how he would always love him. “Nay, melme,” Elladan whispered. He allowed his tongue to moisten an ear tip, and delighted in the shudder that coursed through the lithe form. “I shall allow you to take me this night.”

Azure eyes widened, staring at the twin in utter disbelief. Did he hear correctly? They had never done it this way before, with Legolas giving rather than taking. Legolas gazed deep into his ls eys eyes, finding trust anvotivotion swirling in the stormy orbs. Elladan wanted this, and there was nothing Legolas could deny his moon. Slowly he nodded and allowed the twin to shift their positions until the prince was lying atop him. For a moment neither moved; they could do nothing more than admire the other and smile brilliantly, love and warmth radiating from them.

“I don’t…” Legolas was unable to finish as he swallowed a lump that had lodged itself in his throat. Elladan appeared to understand as he twisted on the bed, beginning to fumble with his discarded tunic. After a moment of searching, the twin withdrew a small clear vial containing a thick liquid tinted a pale golden color. Legolas recognized it as the oil Elladan often used to keep the leather pieces of his gear smooth and flexible. With a small giggle, he took the vial from his love, popped open the top and covered both of their hands in the substance.

Fingers slick yet clasped together, the lovers shared another languid kiss as the oil warmed before they set out to prepare their other half. Legolas groaned as a warm touch came in contact with his sex, palms gently kneading the rock hard erection in a sensual fashion. The archer fought incoherency as his fingers teased the puckered opening of his lover before slipping inside. He watched in amusement as he almost instantly discovered the hidden gland, and as Elladan threw back his head and let a small mew escape his lips. Legolas watched his lover in fascination as he inserted first two, then three, fingers to gently stretch and prepare the dark-haired elf. He stared deeply into Elladan’s eyes, which had turned nearly black with lust, as he removed his hand.

“This is pure torment,” Elladan said in a breathless whisper.

Legolas smiled, rising up a little on his knees to deliver a light kiss to the twin’s lips. “Now you understand how I’ve felt all these years.”

“By Elbereth, I did this to you?! How did you stand it?”

“By knowing there was always something better coming.” The prince smiled gleefully at the wide-eyed stare Elladan gave him as Legolas’ erection nudged his opening. “Just relax, melme,” the golden-haired elf whispered. “I won’t hurt you; I’d never hurt you.”

Elladan could only nod as the thick shaft breached him; he took slow and steady breaths as the pain quickly gave way to pleasure. Legolas slowly pushed himself in, stopping only when he was fully sheathed in his lover. In the moment they took to adjust to one another, they shared another kiss before Elladan pushed back, silently begging Legolas to move. Their lips never parted as the prince pulled out and thrust in again, angled just so to hit his lover’s prostate with each movement. The twin moaned into their kiss, pressing back against the thrusts and shivering at the sensations racing through his form.

The rhythm they built was steady and slow; they were in no hurry to finish their lovemaking. Each movement was precise, executed to bring the pair the most pleasure they have ever experienced. Feeling his love nearing climax, Legolas reached before their joined bodies and gently grasped Elladan’s erection. His slender fingers gently stroked the heated erection, his thumb smoothing over the sensitive head. Elladan gasped, wrapping his arms tightly around his golden-haired lover and pulling him closer whilst his fingers tangled in the golden locks. Legolas’ name left his lips in a deep moan as he came, spilling his seed before their sweat slicked bodies. The archer bit down on his lower lip as he felt muscles contracting around him, causing him to reach orgasm as well.

Together they rode out the last waves of their passion before sinking bonelessly onto the bed and into one another’s arms. Moving slowly and gently as he pulled out from his lover, Legolas released a content sigh and buried his face into his lover’s neck. Elladan smiled gently, drawing him closer and lifting the sheets over them.

“I love you, Elladan Peredhel,” Legolas whispered. “I will always love you. I give myself and my love to you freely.”

“I take and claim your offering as my own,” the twin replied. “And I offer my own endearing and undying devotion to you, Legolas of Mirkwood.”

Legolas giggled softly in acceptance before a lazy yawn made itself present. He blinked owlishly up at his lover, who smiled down at him and placed a tender kiss on his temple before drawing him closer. Wrapped in the warmth and love of their other half, the lovers slowly drifted off to sleep, oblivious to the merriment still raging in the streets of Minas Tirith. Fireworks continued to blaze outside, illuminating the still room and the slumbering pair in their flickering lights. The day meant more than the end of war and the beginning of peace for Elladan and Legolas; it meant the beginning of their lives together.

Translations:
Melme-Love
Anor-nîn-My sun
Ithil-nîn-My moon
Im mela lle-I love you
Melethron-Lover