Finding Love Again
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Adult ++
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The light of the day was drifting through the dark curtains by the time Elladan woke. Orophin sat on the chair by the bed regarding the young one. A tray of fruits sat on the nearby table, along with a jug of juice. He smiled as Elladan brushed his hair from his face and sat. Orophin had watched over the twin, ensuring he slept in peace as he doubted he had for many nights. The paleness of his skin would have given nothing to one who did not know, but to Orophin it spoke of things Elladan may not voice.. Pouring the juice he handed one glass to Elladan.
Elladan took it with a smile, feeling more refreshed than he had for months. He sipped at the juice while Orophin sliced the fruit piling the pieces onto a small plate. looking at the amount he was given with a frown to which Orophin grinned.
“I thought today you could show me the gardens,” Orophin took a sip on the juice, “I have heard so much about them.”
“There are no trees to match Lorien, but the blooms are beautiful this time of year. It will be a pleasure to escort you,” Elladan grinned, glad of a distraction. “Perhaps later we can ride to the river, when the rigors of the road are in part forgotten.”
At those words Orophin laughed. Elladan nibbled on the fruit that suddenly tasted better than any food he had in recent times. Here was someone who could understand, one with whom he could speak candidly, from the heart.
Elrohir watched as the two made their way across the cobbled stones to the gardens beyond. In his mind’s eye, he saw not the light and dark haired heads that leaned close to each other, he saw two identical elves and heard the lilting laugh they would share as they escaped their lessons and headed to the playgrounds. He saw on the freshly cut grass he and Elladan sitting, his brother’s head on his lap as he stroked his unbound hair. He saw Elladan look up to him and smile as he leaned closer, the sparkle in his eye as his parted his lips for the kiss. He saw……..the glass slipped from his hand, the clattering as it shattered into bright chips, diverting his attention.
When he next looked up the two had progressed along the path to sit beneath the tree. The easy camaraderie between the two was not difficult to identify even from the distance that now separated the watcher from the watched. There were smiles and nods, silent passages of understanding.
“As it used to be between us,” Elrohir sighed. “will it ever be the same again brother, will you come back to me once Lorien has reclaimed its own?”
Elrohir bowed his head, turning into the strong arms that encircled him. “It will be as it once was,” Melpomean soothed as Elrohir clung to him, “his heart is yours Elrohir, only yours.”
“I wish I could be so sure.”
It was less that Elladan was unaware of his brother that it was he felt at ease with Orophin. There were no explanations with him, they had long ago established the basis for their relationship. Their hearts long ago been given to others, what they shared was the love that came with deep friendship.
It was late before Elladan and Orophin returned. The last rays of the day tinted the sky as they strolled arm in arm, their conversation as animated as ever, Elladan laying his head on Orophin’s shoulder as he smiled. Escorted to his rooms Orophin kissed his friend lightly on the cheek, closing the door behind him with a sigh to begin the preparations for dinner. He was tired despite the ease of the day, the thought of more than breads and cheeses for dinner not as inviting as it might have been. Still he was a guest and would not have it said that Lorien did not observe the ways of diplomacy.
While the meal itself would be less elaborate than previously, for which Orophin was grateful, the entertainment was not. For the first time in many such evenings it was Elladan who sang the lilting songs of the halls, and he danced with several who asked and with Orophin. His father looked on with approval. Too long had Elladan sat in a darkened corner until it was polite to depart. Whatever had prompted this change of heart was welcome.
The final strains sounded before Elladan was ready to leave. Elrohir watched as Orophin took his hand for the last dance, watched with others as they sought to retire. There were those who thought they knew, those who nodded as Orophin guided Elladan from the hall. Their fate was sealed on the point of interest as Orophin wound his arm around the young lord. Had they been spied entering Elladan’s chamber there would have been more added to the whispers. As it was the speculation that they shared a bed was rife. There were those who wondered what it was that the Lorien elf possessed that had so armoured himself to Imladris’ most elusive. Only the two elves who slipped out of their formal attire into loose sleep wear knew of the comfort they gave each other. The words spoken were muted, the day’s events, the world around them, thoughts and plans were all shared before nestled in Orophin’s arms, Elladan slept, and comforted by his companion’s soft breathing, Orophin followed.
Elrohir, in his quieter moments would admit the effect Orophin had on his brother was far from bad. He had not intended to push Elladan from him, it had been an ill considered consequence of their decision. Elrohir laughed as he removed his tunic. His brother’s agreement could hardly be construed as anything more than acquiescence to his will. Had he really thought that Elladan would come to him to tell the tales of his conquests, or even share a knowing smile? Sitting on the bed in only his leggings Elrohir waited until Melpomean handed him the steaming mug of mulled berries before voicing his thoughts.
Melpomean sat next to him, cradling his own cup in his hands, offering silent encouragement. He knew well enough when Elrohir sought his council, and well enough to know when to wait.
“He could not even tell me I was his first until after,” Elrohir whispered, “I never knew, so reluctant was he to break the confidence of any bedmate.” He took a long sip from his cup. “He once told me he little appreciated my behaviour, I did not realise then it was because he loved me….I took it as jealousy……but it was because he wanted …….” He voiced trailed off as he recalled those days and nights, the confrontation that drove Elladan away, away to Lorien and to Orophin. “I have learnt so little since then, my mistake then is repeated now.” His head lay on Melpomean’s shoulder who took both drinks and set them aside. “This time I may have challenged him too far.”
Melpomean stroked the dark hair. “He loves you still Elrohir…he loves you still,” Melpomean whispered as h put down his mug, took Elrohir’s from him and wrapped his arms around the weeping elf.
The light of the day was drifting through the dark curtains by the time Elladan woke. Orophin sat on the chair by the bed regarding the young one. A tray of fruits sat on the nearby table, along with a jug of juice. He smiled as Elladan brushed his hair from his face and sat. Orophin had watched over the twin, ensuring he slept in peace as he doubted he had for many nights. The paleness of his skin would have given nothing to one who did not know, but to Orophin it spoke of things Elladan may not voice.. Pouring the juice he handed one glass to Elladan.
Elladan took it with a smile, feeling more refreshed than he had for months. He sipped at the juice while Orophin sliced the fruit piling the pieces onto a small plate. looking at the amount he was given with a frown to which Orophin grinned.
“I thought today you could show me the gardens,” Orophin took a sip on the juice, “I have heard so much about them.”
“There are no trees to match Lorien, but the blooms are beautiful this time of year. It will be a pleasure to escort you,” Elladan grinned, glad of a distraction. “Perhaps later we can ride to the river, when the rigors of the road are in part forgotten.”
At those words Orophin laughed. Elladan nibbled on the fruit that suddenly tasted better than any food he had in recent times. Here was someone who could understand, one with whom he could speak candidly, from the heart.
Elrohir watched as the two made their way across the cobbled stones to the gardens beyond. In his mind’s eye, he saw not the light and dark haired heads that leaned close to each other, he saw two identical elves and heard the lilting laugh they would share as they escaped their lessons and headed to the playgrounds. He saw on the freshly cut grass he and Elladan sitting, his brother’s head on his lap as he stroked his unbound hair. He saw Elladan look up to him and smile as he leaned closer, the sparkle in his eye as his parted his lips for the kiss. He saw……..the glass slipped from his hand, the clattering as it shattered into bright chips, diverting his attention.
When he next looked up the two had progressed along the path to sit beneath the tree. The easy camaraderie between the two was not difficult to identify even from the distance that now separated the watcher from the watched. There were smiles and nods, silent passages of understanding.
“As it used to be between us,” Elrohir sighed. “will it ever be the same again brother, will you come back to me once Lorien has reclaimed its own?”
Elrohir bowed his head, turning into the strong arms that encircled him. “It will be as it once was,” Melpomean soothed as Elrohir clung to him, “his heart is yours Elrohir, only yours.”
“I wish I could be so sure.”
It was less that Elladan was unaware of his brother that it was he felt at ease with Orophin. There were no explanations with him, they had long ago established the basis for their relationship. Their hearts long ago been given to others, what they shared was the love that came with deep friendship.
It was late before Elladan and Orophin returned. The last rays of the day tinted the sky as they strolled arm in arm, their conversation as animated as ever, Elladan laying his head on Orophin’s shoulder as he smiled. Escorted to his rooms Orophin kissed his friend lightly on the cheek, closing the door behind him with a sigh to begin the preparations for dinner. He was tired despite the ease of the day, the thought of more than breads and cheeses for dinner not as inviting as it might have been. Still he was a guest and would not have it said that Lorien did not observe the ways of diplomacy.
While the meal itself would be less elaborate than previously, for which Orophin was grateful, the entertainment was not. For the first time in many such evenings it was Elladan who sang the lilting songs of the halls, and he danced with several who asked and with Orophin. His father looked on with approval. Too long had Elladan sat in a darkened corner until it was polite to depart. Whatever had prompted this change of heart was welcome.
The final strains sounded before Elladan was ready to leave. Elrohir watched as Orophin took his hand for the last dance, watched with others as they sought to retire. There were those who thought they knew, those who nodded as Orophin guided Elladan from the hall. Their fate was sealed on the point of interest as Orophin wound his arm around the young lord. Had they been spied entering Elladan’s chamber there would have been more added to the whispers. As it was the speculation that they shared a bed was rife. There were those who wondered what it was that the Lorien elf possessed that had so armoured himself to Imladris’ most elusive. Only the two elves who slipped out of their formal attire into loose sleep wear knew of the comfort they gave each other. The words spoken were muted, the day’s events, the world around them, thoughts and plans were all shared before nestled in Orophin’s arms, Elladan slept, and comforted by his companion’s soft breathing, Orophin followed.
Elrohir, in his quieter moments would admit the effect Orophin had on his brother was far from bad. He had not intended to push Elladan from him, it had been an ill considered consequence of their decision. Elrohir laughed as he removed his tunic. His brother’s agreement could hardly be construed as anything more than acquiescence to his will. Had he really thought that Elladan would come to him to tell the tales of his conquests, or even share a knowing smile? Sitting on the bed in only his leggings Elrohir waited until Melpomean handed him the steaming mug of mulled berries before voicing his thoughts.
Melpomean sat next to him, cradling his own cup in his hands, offering silent encouragement. He knew well enough when Elrohir sought his council, and well enough to know when to wait.
“He could not even tell me I was his first until after,” Elrohir whispered, “I never knew, so reluctant was he to break the confidence of any bedmate.” He took a long sip from his cup. “He once told me he little appreciated my behaviour, I did not realise then it was because he loved me….I took it as jealousy……but it was because he wanted …….” He voiced trailed off as he recalled those days and nights, the confrontation that drove Elladan away, away to Lorien and to Orophin. “I have learnt so little since then, my mistake then is repeated now.” His head lay on Melpomean’s shoulder who took both drinks and set them aside. “This time I may have challenged him too far.”
Melpomean stroked the dark hair. “He loves you still Elrohir…he loves you still,” Melpomean whispered as h put down his mug, took Elrohir’s from him and wrapped his arms around the weeping elf.