Shadows of Rivendell

Title: Shadows of Rivendell 2/5
Author: Genesis Grey (helfireclub@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir, Elrond/Aragorn, Arwen/...
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What if the Ring had never left Rivendell?
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Wish I did, but don’t. Warnings: Incest. Quasi-non-consensual situations. BDSM. Some het content.
Author’s Notes: Feedback makes me very happy. :) Thanks to those who gave me feedback on the last chapter, you rock! And thanks again to Nethene and Rider for helping beta thing!


Chapter 2

“Now Father is angry with us!”

Elladan didn’t have time to react as Elrohir grabbed him by the front of his robe and threw him into his room, slamming to door behind them. He stumbled and fell onto the floor, crawling away in surprise as his normally docile twin advanced on him like an enraged orc. “Elrohir, what is wrong with you?” he asked, grabbing the post of his bed and getting to his feet. “First the fight in the library and now this after father told us to go to our rooms…”

“I started the fight in the library?” Elrohir cut him off with a laugh as he stopped advancing. “You started it, Elladan! With this constant obsession you have wiur mur mother! Can’t you think of anything else othean han hunting orcs and revenging mother? I swear to the Valar! I try and have a conversation with you and you can’t think of anything else. I ask you about the weather and you tell me whether it’s good for hunting orcs or not. I ask you what you’re reading and you mumble something about mother loving to read. You can think about nothing but her! I haven’t deserted you and yet I don’t even seem to exist in your world. Sometimes I think you love her and her alone. It’s a wonder I haven’t raised my hands to you before with the way you ignore me!”

“How can you talk like that?” Elladan yelled, taking a hostile step towards his twin. “She was our mother. Doesn’t she deserve to be revenged? Or is your heart cold to what those filthy creatures did to her in their disgusting den?”

“She deserted us when we needed her, Elladan,” Elrohir replied as a snarl appeared on his face. “When Arwen needed her.” The snarl turned into a cruel smirk. “She was visiting Lorien because her and father weren’t getting on too well, maybe she enjoyed what the orcs did to her.”

Elladan clenched his fists, for a moment unable to believe what his beloved twin had just said. An anger we up up inside him and something was indulging it, feeding it so that it bubbled and festered under his skin. He felt a growl escape his lips and visions of his brother lying beneath him, his body bruised and neck snapped, appeared uninvited in his mind. “Take that back,” he growled.

“No,” Elrohir said coldly. “This is the most attention I’ve gotten from you since she went missing.” He took a step forward so that they were both within arms reach of one another. “What bothers you the most? The image of a horde of orc all over our mother, penetrating her in every way possible, and her loving every moment of it? Or the fact it wasn’t you?”

A guttural noise erupted from Elladan’s lips as he blindly lunged toward his brother. Elrohir ducked the grasping hands and managed to tackle the elder twin back onto the bed. Straddling Elladan’s waist and once again asserting a grip on his throat, an insane glint was in Elrohir’s eyes and for a moment Elladan was sure he would die by hands that were exactly like his own.

“When I said to get to your rooms I meant for each of you to go to your own,” an angry voice said from the doorway as the door once again was slammed closed. “Elrohir, get off your brother this instant!”

“Father, I can explain,” Elrohir said lamely as he pulled away from Elladan and stumbled backwards off the bed. Elladan messaged his neck, wincing at the forming bruises, as he got his first glimpse of their father’s face and winced further. He couldn’t remember a time his father had been so angry. His face seemed almost red with rage.

“You were on a bed throttling your own twin in his room,” Elrond said, as if to remind his son of the absurdity of the situation. Elrohir hung his head and stared at the floor, saying nothing else. “I am very upset with both of you,” the elven lord said with a sigh as Elladan got off the bed to stand by his brother. “You both have behaved in a way unbefitting your age and your station. I am not even sure how to deal with the two of you at this moment. But I feel that punishment is in order.”

It occurred to Elladan that their father had never punished them before. As children they had been denied a lesson or glared at disapprovingly until they felt so guilty they quickly repented all wrongdoing. There had never been a need for real punishment. He didn’t know why the word turned his stomach so. But something in the way his father said it felt dark and foreboding. As if something that was not their father was threatening them with the familiar voice.

“Both of you, strip down to your breeches and lean against that wall,” Elrond ordered. For a moment neither of them moved, but something in their father’s eyes told them it was in their best interest to do as he said.

They stripped off their robes and loose shirts and moved over toward the wall, eyeing each other and their father warily. He gestured for them to turn and face the walls, putting their hands against it for support. Elladan felt a cold feeling welling up within him as he waited for what was about to come. For a moment the image of his father dead appealed to him before he pushed it away. He didn’t want to see anyone in his family dead and it sickened him that he kept imaging it.

“I’m sorry,” Elrond said from behind. There was a strange tone in his voice as if he were warring within himself over what to do. “But this is for your own good.”

Elladan heard the distinct sound of a belt being undone and realized what was happening seconds before the leather struck his back. He let out a pained grunt that was quickly echoed by his brother as the broad leather belt came down on his back. Elladan barely managed to suck in a breath before the belt struck him again. Idly he realized it had to be his father’s sword belt, and he wondered what the Lord of Rivendell had been doing just wearing it around.

The belt came down again and again on their backs, giving the twins matching sets of lacing welts over their once smooth skin. It seemed to go on forever and Elladan was acutely aware of how glad he was to have the wall in front of him. He would have fallen after the first few strikes without it. Sometimes he forgot how strong his father was. That those healers hands had once dealt out a great deal of death at Gil-galad’s side.

Finally, letting out a choked sound, Elrohir slumped to his knees with his head and hands still pressed against the wall. The blows stopped and the room was silent except the sounds of Elrond panting in exertion. He dropped the belt to the floor as he spoke. “I want you both to think and reflect upon what you have done to deserve this,” he said, a tone of disgust at his own actions in his voice. “When you are ready come and I will treat the wounds.”

Neither of them turned to look as Elrond left the room. When the door clicked shut once more Elladan fell to his knees as well. “I can’t believe father did that,” he moaned, wincing at the pain in his back as he shrugged his shoulders. He could not remember his father ever raising a hand in anger, let alone whipping any of his children with a belt.

He looked over at Elrohir worriedly, remembering that his brother had fallen to his knees with an odd sound of pain escaping his lips. He looked at his younger brother and a cruel smirk curved his lips as he took in the sight of Elrohir half-naked, covered in sweat, red welts running up and down his back and sides, panting heavily, and a bulge between his legs begging to be freed.

“Enjoyed that, did you? It was supposed to be a punishment,” Elladan laughed as Elrohir turned his head and gave him a dirty look. “Like it rough and painful? Perhaps I should send you off to an orc den.”

“At least then maybe I’d get some attention,” Elrohirbledbled, turning away to rest his head on the wall once more. “Probably be a lot more pleasurable than being with you anyway.”

Elladan’s eyes narrowed as he got to his feet. “You think it’d be pleasurable,” he mumbled as his eyes focused on the belt their father had dropped. He slowly picked it up. “Since you seem to like this sort of thing I thi’ll ’ll show you just how pleasurable I can make your life.” He brought the belt down hard against Elrohir’s back. The twin let out a cry as he threw his head back and then collapsed to the floor, whimpering. “But I think your back has taken enough for one day. I know my own is sore. And there are so many other parts of the body.”

He lay the belt aside for a moment as he tore a strip of fabric from the sheets on his bed. Then he grabbed Elrohir’s dark hair, pulling his brother to his feet and shoved him against the wall. “Put your hands up over your head,” he ordered. Elrohir did nothing, giving him only a disdainful silence. Elladan trailed his free hand over his brother’s band and along his side, fingers gently stroking over one of the welts before pressing into them with short nails and eliciting a painful scream. “Now, Elrohir!” he ordered again over the scream. This time his brother obeyed, raising trembling hands along the wall until they were over head.

Elladan let go of the dark hair and welt, using the press of his own body to hold his twin against the wall, and tied the shaking hands together with the torn bit of sheet. “There’s a ledge up here,” he said, curling the tied hands over the decorative edge. There was a small whimper and Elladan felt the fingers clutch the ledge under his hands. For a moment he couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing and why the recently defiant Elrohir seemed to be allowing it. But then the urge to dominate and control filled him, the need to teach his beloved twin a dark and painful lesson.

He stepped back, letting Elrohir sag against the wall under his own power as he unlaced his brother’s breeches and let them drop to the floor. It was an arousing sight. His brother naked and leaning submissi aga against the wall; his milky white skin smooth and perfect except for the recently inflicted markings, his hands bound above his head and his fingers turning white as they desperately held the ledge.

A shiver ran through Elrohir’s body and Elladan grinned, stepping forward and pressing against his brother, forcing Elrohir’s already hard member painfully against the wall. Elladan’s own hardness, still confined in his breeches, rubbed against his twin’s buttocks. He kissed the tip of his brother’s ear as his hand trailed down over Elrohir’s arm, over his chest, down his side, moving around to touch the firm stomach. “What brought on this obedient change? I hope it lasts for your sake, dear brother. I would hate to have to get too rough,” his fingers curled and he pressed the nails into the smooth white flesh, drawing blood from crescent shaped indents. Elrohir gasped and tensed in pain.

Elladan pulled away; for a moment reeling in revulsion at the sight of his brother’s blood on his fingers. A panic filled him at the realization of the pain he was planning to inflict upon his own flesh and blood. He was virtually plotting the torture and rape of his own brother, his twin. But as his eyes looked back at Elrohir, waiting so meekly against the wall, trembling in anticipation and maybe a little fear. A voice in Elladan’s head fed on the image, enhancing the want, the need; delighting in the complete control his beautiful brother appeared to be giving him. All revulsion and panic left him, leaving only a driving desire as he picked up his father’s belt.

The belt came down on Elrohir’s backside, forming a red line. Elladan waited for a moment as he watched the red mark rise into a brilliant welt. A smile twisted on his lips as he brought the belt down again and again on Elrohir’s rear, forming crisscrossing lines, some thin and pale white and some a broad and dark red as the skin broke and miniscule amounts of blood began to flow.

Sucking in a breath Elladan looked lower, at the thighs, deciding the round flesh of his brother’s backside had taken enough damage. Elrohir was trembling. His knees were weak and there was a tinge of blood flowing from where he held the ledge. He was making small whimpering and moaning noises that only served to arose Elladan to heights he’d never thought possible.

Elladan raised the belt again as he imagined how delectable the creamy white thighs would look marked in red. He struck the left thigh. The right thigh. Then slashed across both in unison. Then repeated the action. Once. Twice. Three times. As the leather snapped across the right thigh, crossing a bloody welt, Elrohir let out a scream. His hands released the ridge and he slumped to the floor, sobbing in pain even as his erection throbbed.

“Such a little pain slut, aren’t you little brother?” Elladan asked as he tossed the belt across the room and knelt beside his twin. His hand stroked through Elrohir’s dark hair, momentarily closing his eyes and marveling at the silky feel of it. So like his own, but so forbidden and perfect as well. He could have stayed in the moment forever, his eyes closed and his fingers entwined in his twin’s hair, and he would be satisfied. But a dark question entered his mind, almost as if it were meant to disrupt the feeling of contentment that had washed over him.

He opened his eyes and looked down at his brother. Elrohir had rolled onto his side and was nuzzling against Elladan’s knee. “I’m sorry,” he panted softly as he propped his chin on Elladan’s leather clad thigh. “I could hold on no longer.” Elladan tried to push the dark question away as he reached forward to touch Elrohir’s cheek, but Elrohir turned his head as the hand touched his cheek and pressed a kiss to the hands before his lips invited in the fingers in.

The way Elrohir took the fingers into his mouth, carefully licking along the sides, gently biting at the tips, sucking at them, using his tongue to caress the delicate digits, made the dark question burn in Elladan’s mind. He felt a jealous rage kindle inside his gut as his other hand seized the hair, yanking his brother’s head back. Elrohir let out a yelp.

“You’re very good at that,” Elladan said, stroking his slick fingers over his twin’s high cheekbones. A loving caress despite the violent grip on the dark hair. For a moment Elladan was lost in his brother’s stormy gray eyes. Lost in the way they swirled like the cloudy twilight sky before it rained. It calmed him momentarily before the question pressed all tenderness away and he frowned. “You must have studied hard to become so skillful. I can’t help but wonder who helped to drill you in this art?”

“What do…” Elrohir tried as Elladan gave a hard pull on his hair, forcing his brother to arch his sore back. He closed his eyes and whimpered as Elladan pressed his fingers against the cheekbone in an almost bruising fashion.

“Don’t even think of lying to me. I’m no fool, Elrohir. I know you are not some chaste child. Tell me the names of those who have aided you in your carnal training. I would know who I am competing against,” Elladan said. He didn’t really want to know. He’d never wanted to know. That was why he never asked about Elrohir’s sexual exploits, even though his twin had often asked about his own affair with Arathorn in the years before he married Gilraen. Every time he imagined his brother in the arms of an elf or man it sparked a horrible feeling of jealousy that he quickly pushed away, but now he invited it. “Tell me, Elrohir.”

“Haldir of Lorien,” Elrohir admitted slowly as he opened his eyes and swallowed hard.

“Who else?” Elladan asked, letting his grip on his brother’s hair slacken a bit. There was no point in tormenting his twin if he was cooperating.

“Galdor from the Grey Havens. Gildor Inglorion. Arador. The brothers of Haldir, Rumil and Orophin,” Elrohir bit his lip as he answered the unasked question in Elladan’s face. He blushed in embarrassment as he averted his eyes. “Yes, at the same time.”

Elladan laughed even as the image of Elrohir caught in the embrace of the blond brothers came unbidden to his mind. He imagined what had occurred in the forests of Lorien while he was speaking with their grandparents. He could see his brother kneeling before the ever arrogant Rumil, taking the hardened flesh in his mouth as the flaxen haired elf pulled at his dark tresses. He could see Orophin taking his Elrohir from behind, thrusting in and out of the now reddened and bruising backside. The images aroused and angered Elladan at the same time.

He wrenched Elrohir’s head back and pressed a kiss against the surprised lips, forcing his tongue into the sweet tasting mouth. His twin’s tongue quickly began warring against his and Elladan pulled away, leaving Elrohir wanting. “I’ll make you forget all of them,” Elladan said angrily as he tugged at the hair and his twin let out a cry of discomfort. “I’ll make you want me!”

Elrohir panted, moving his tied hands over Elladan’s thigh, his fingers tugging on the laces of his brother’s breeches. “But I do want you, Elladan,” he said, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at his brother. Elladan’s grip on his hair became lax. “I’ve always wanted you. Ever since the day I spied you and that elven maid beneath the trees I’ve wanted you to dominate me. I want you to take me. I want you to do whatever you want to my body. Whip me. Cut me. Beat me as much as you wish. I’ll love it as long as it’s you doing it. But when you’re done I want to feel you penetrating me. I want your hard length to fill me.” He moaned, rubbing his erection against the ground. “I will do whatever you want. Just take me Elladan. There is no one I have ever wanted more than you. If you tell me to forget them I will, gladly; and replace the memories with thoughts of only you. Please, Elladan, take me!”

Elladan stared at his brother laid up below him, begging to be taken. Elladan licked his lips. It was a luscious sight. All the dark urges and thoughts seemed to leave him, as the object of his desire gave intm, am, and is all he could think was that he didn’t want to hurt Elrohir any more. He looked at the welts on his brother’s backside and frowned at the lack of any kind of lubricant to smooth his entry. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed, running his fingers over the painful red lines he himself had inflicted and almost laughing at the irony of the statement.

He didn’t know what was going on. This was not like him, to give in so freely to his anger and desires. Nor was it like Elrohir to be quite so submissive. Less than an hour ago they had been at each other’s throats, literally, and had spoken harsh words meant to cut and scar. Yet now, after being whipped until he could no longer stand, Elrohir was confessing his desire and asking for more pain in the form of forbidden carnal pleasure from his own twin. It was strange. The past few days it had been strange all over Rivendell.

“Please, Elladan!” Elrohir pleaded, breaking Elladan from his thoughts.

As he looked back down on his brother all thoughts of strange actions and reactions faded into quiet whispers. A strange voice seemed to speak up in the back of his mind, telling him to thrust into his brother violently and repeatedly, blood and pain be damned. It told him to grab his brother’s hips with the bruising strength his hands possessed and force him to the pleasure that he so obviously wanted.

He shook in temptation, unsure of what to do. He wanted his brother with every fiber of his brother and the voice in the back of his head told him to give into the urge, but he feared to hurt his dear brother any more. He didn’t know what to do. He could only wonder what had caused such a strange situation to occur.