Tale of Two Brothers
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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Tale of Two Brothers, Chp 2
Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 2, Revelations
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elrohir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Erestor, Elladan/Elrohir, Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar
WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings 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: Elladan begins to see his brother in a new light as he spies on Elrohir and Glorfindel; Elladan and Erestor have a conversation; Elladan and Elrohir rescue their mother who had been abducted by Orcs and are drawn together; Glorfindel and Erestor redefine the boundaries of their friendship.
Notes: This story is part of a larger arc and runs concurrently with the Rock Stars series. The entire arc is: Forbidden Bond, Tale of Two Brothers, Rock Stars, Elves, & Smut, All That You Can’t Leave Behind, Farewells and New Beginnings.
September 10th, 1510, Third Age, Ford of Bruinen
They had been on patrol for weeks and were ready to return home. While Elrohir and Glorfindel tried to be discreet, Elladan knew there was something between them, and had been for sometime. They were no longer Elflings; they were young adults and bore the responsibilities of that role. Elladan had taken many lovers, most recently his tutor, Erestor, and thought he understood why Elrohir kept the nature of his and Glorfindel’s relationship a secret. They were the heirs to Imladris, and were expected to do as their father had done, take a wife and eventually produce heirs of their own. He sat in front of the fire with his cloak drawn about him. The first hints of autumn were upon them early, and the night air carried a bit of a chill. The rest of their comrades were fast asleep in their bedrolls, save two who kept watch. Elladan did not have night watch, but found himself unable to sleep.
He shifted on the log he sat upon, thinking of his tutor. The pale gray eyes that hid ages of secrets behind their luminescence, his silken raven hair and alabaster skin, his strong yet elegant body alwaiddeidden under the somber trappings of his office. Erestor had proven to be an excellent lover, demanding but returning what he received with equal measure. Elladan had been up to the task, never disappointing his lover, never turning down perceived challenges. Erestor was surprisingly bold, taking him in imaginative ways and unorthodox locations. He felt a dull ache in his loins at the thought of his tu wha what they shared was not love, but it was equally powerful. Erestor knew everything about Elladan, all of his secrets, all of his darkest fears and desires, while Elladan knew little about Erestor, and that was how the Counselor wanted it.
He thought he heard something behind him through the trees and rose from his seat by the fire. He carefully picked his way through the brush and trees, staying low to the ground as to avoid being seen. As he crept closer to the origin of the sound he recognized what it was and the voices of those who made it. He came upon his brother locked in a heated embrace with Glorfindel. The warrior’s face was buried in his brother’s hair, nuzzled against his ear. Elrohir leaned back against a tree, his eyelids fluttered, half-closed, and his lips were parted. He had one hand tangled in Glorfindel’s hair and the other firmly clasped the warrior’s buttocks. Elladan was transfixed; it was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. The soft moans and sighs that came from his brother caused the previously dull ache in his loins to throb, and he felt himself becoming increasingly aroused.
He could not take his eyes off Elrohir, and as the warrior unbuttoned his tunic and slid his hand inside it, he found he wished it were his own hand that caressed his brother’s chest, that caressed that warm, silky flesh that was so like his own. As Glorfindel’s tongue traced the line of bro brother’s jaw, he wished it were his tongue that followed that line, finding it’s way to the silken, honeyed heat that was his brother’s mouth. Elladan’s hand danced over the firm bulge encased in his suede leggings and his breath came heavy, he knew it was wrong, but he did not care. He wanted his brother, wanted to know his flesh, wanted to feel his warm breath and deliciously hot, silken length inside his mouth, inside his body. He quietly moaned as he watched Glorfindel’s hand slide insiis bis brother’s leggings and he heard Elrohir quietly cry out in his mind. He heard his brother’s innermost thoughts, the illicit and loving words that danced on the edge of his tongue, words that would be given voice if they were somewhere that they could be said aloud. He ached for his brother, more than anyone he had ever known, and only one other knew the truth. He slid his hand inside his leggings mimicking the action of their seneschal’s hand upon his brother’s rigid length, he whispered his brother’s name as he climaxed with him and trembled in the aftermath of his torturous fantasy.
He silently crept away, back to camp, curling up in his bedroll and trying to find sleep. He lay with his eyes shut against the night, hearing the soft footsteps of his brother as he climbed into the bedroll next to him. He felt the silken warmth of his brother’s lips as Elrohir placed a chaste goodnight kiss upon his cheek, as he had done since they were Elflings. He bit his lip to keep himself from whispering his brother’s name in a tone that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
October 30th, 2110, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
“How much longer will you deny your feelings to yourself and to him, lirimaer?” Erestor sat is fis favorite chair with Elladan curled at his feet, his head resting upon his knees. He stroked Elladan’s hair and looked down at his tortured face. The burden was wea him him down, no doubt he could bear it for the rest of his life, but it would take its toll, it already had. Elladan was not who he once was, a young Elf full of curiosity, innate self-confidence, and optimism. He was full of self-loathing and longing, slowly but surely punishing himself for what he felt was wrong.
His voice sounded small and distant, “I cannot tell him, he will hate me, he would never look at me the same way again, and I could not bear that.” He took a deep ragged breath, “No, ‘tis better for me to bear this burden alone, at least then he will remain my brother. Better to have a brother, if not a lover, better to have him that way than no way at all.”
“How can you be so sure, Elladan? Perhaps you are wrong, perhaps he feels the same way as you.” loselosed his eyes as he felt Elladan’s hands creep up his thighs and he swallowed. His fingers traveled to the younger Elf’s ear and he began to softly caress it.
“I cannot take the chance, Erestor. Besides, Elrohir is in love with Glorfindel, we both know this. I would not be surprised if he reveals the nature of their relationship soon, they have been together for so long.” He purred quietly as he felt the Counselor’s fingers caress his ear and he felt the familiar heat of desire buildide ide his loose silk trousers and his tongue darted out to caress the inside of one knee, bared through the slit in the long nightshirt his lover wore.
Erestor hissed through his clenched jaw, as lips and teeth were added to the sensation of the warm tongue working its way up his inner thigh, and he gently spread his legs. Elladan shifted position to kneel in between his lover’s legs and he slid his hands up Erestor’s thighs, gazing up into his cool eye eyes, as if to ask permission. Ere’s e’s expression did not change as he calmly spoke, “If that is your choice, Elladan, then I will not bring it up again. But sooner or later, you will have to deal with ine wne way or another.”
Elladan worked his way up the insides of his lover’s thighs, “Please, Erestor, I do not want to talk about it anymore. I just want to love you, I want you to take me, I want you to make me forget about it, even if it is only for one night.”
He moaned quietly as he felt Elladan’s warm, soft mouth embrace his rigid length, “As you wish, lirimaer.”
October 19th, 2509, Thire, Re, Redhorn Pass, Misty Mountains
“Kill it, Elladan!” Elrohir growled. The pain in his shoulder felt like spreading wildfire, he felt his life’s blood running from his body, down his limp arm, and off his fingers as he dug the fingers of his other hand into the forearm of the beast that held him.
Elladan stared down the sight of his last arrow, his hand trembled slightly, if he missed he would kill his brother; if he missed the beast it would slit Elrohir’s throat, or he could hit his brother instead. His wounded mother lay at his feet, on the verge of unconsciousness and the last remaining Orc held Elrohir by the throat, twisting the knife in his shoulder, using him as a shield. “Elrohir…” he began to speak, but his brother cut him off.
“This is the one that did this to her, Elladan! Kill it now!”
The almompermperceptible twang of the string was the only indication to Elrohir that his brother had heeded his words. The arrow sliced through the air, nicking his ear as it lodged in the beast’s eye. Orc Orc howled and dropped dead, releasing Elrohir as Elladan ran toward his brother. Now he had a wounded brother and a wounded mother that he had to get the the mountain and back to Imladris before they both died. He pulled the knife out of his brother’s shoulder and tore his tunic, making a compress to stop the bleeding. “Can you ride, gwador?” he whispered.
Elrohir growled in pain and struggled to his feet with his brotherelp,elp, “Aye, get Nana, I can get to my own horse. Elladan lifted their mother’s tortured, wounded form from the ground, placing her upon his horse as he mounted behind her. Elrohir’s horse laid down as he weakly climbed aboard, then stood and galloped down the hill behind Elladan.
They rode for as long as Elrohir and Celebrían could endure, and they stopped at the base of the mountain at nightfall. Celebrían lay unconscious, her breathing finally regular as Elladan adsterstered to her as best he could. Her injuries would not kill her, but her tortured soul might, and that was something Elladan did not have the skill to heal. He returned to his brother, Elrohir lay in his bedroll, his wound cleaned and bandaged, but he was showing the first signs of fever, and Elladan worried that the blade may have been poisoned. Elrohir shivered, clenching his teeth and trying to be strong for his brother. Elladan climbed into the bedroll with his brother, taking him in his arms and trying to warm him. He was afraid, afraid he would lose them both. He could not live without his brother, he could not live without Elrohir. He whispered, “Please, Elrohir, hold on, gwador. Please do not die.” Tears tracked down his face as he held him tight, rubbing his arms and trying to warm him.
“How is Nana?” he croaked.
“She is resting peacefully, I have done all I can do for her.” He pressed his cheek against Elrohir’s forehead.
“You did it, Elladan, you saved us.” His teeth began to chatter as Elladan reached for a cup of the brew he made earlier for his brother.
“Here, drink this, I know it is cold, but it will still work to quell the fever.” He stroked his brother’s hair and held him tight, “Amila lla le, gwador.” He whispered. He lay awake throughout the night, moving from his brother to his mother, and keeping watch for ambush.
They reached the Last Homely House on the following day, and as they arrived in the courtyard a host of healers greeted them with their father and Arwen. Elrond took his wife in his arms and took her back to their chamber, two more healers helped Elrohir from his horse and into their quarters. Arwen embraced her brother, “Thank the Valar, Elladan, we have been so worried.”
Elladan embraced his sister and began sobbing as she walked back to his room with him.
* * * *
October 21st, 2509, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
He felt dead inside, like his heart had been ripped out and eaten by one of the Orcs that tormented his beloved mother. He had sat outside her chamber and not moved until his father told him that she would survive, he sat there holding Arwen, as she tried to be brave. But survive was all their mother was likely to do, what had been done to her was so heinous, the damage so irreparable, that her spirit may never recover. It was so bad, that his father had to take to his bed after healing her as best he could. Elladan had never seen his father that way, so shaken, so wounded. Now he lay on his side in his bed, blankly staring out the window, unable to cry, unable to scream, unable to do anything but lie there, coldly numb.
His first indication that he was not alone was the feeling of the cool autumn night air that drifted across his bare skin as the blankets were lifted. He felt the soft cotton of his brother’s long nightshirt and the warmth of his skin against his own. He rolled to his side, staring in to pewter eyes that matched his own, he brushed wisps of sable hair from Elrohir’s face and caressed his soft alabaster skin. “It is my fault, I failed.” He whispered.
“No, you did not fail, gwador. You saved us, we would all be dead if you had not fired that arrow.” Elrohir was deeply worried about his brother, he had never seen him in this state, so beaten down.
The night after they found their mother he had lain in Elladan’s arms, after having faced death himself, and realized for the first time in his life what was missing. He realized why he had kept his relationship with Glorfindel a secret, why he had not asked to bond with him. The answer was so simple, so clear, it was his brother that he loved, though he had denied it to himself.
Elladan’s fingers danced lightly over the rapidly disappearing cut in his brother’s ear, then trailed down the line of his jaw. His hands trembled as his fingers softly caressed Elrohir’s lips, “If I had lost you, I do not know what I would have done.”
They had always been close, always been affectionate, so it was no surprise to Elladan that Elrohir was in his bed, trying to offer him comfort even though it was he that was injured. Elrohir winced as he reached for his brother and Elladan stopped his hand, bringing it to his lips then pressing the palm to his face. He swallowed as he felt stirrings of desire inside him, long hidden feelings of love and lust for Elrohir, feelings he was afraid of, feelings he was ashamed of.
Elrohir scooted closer and whispered, “You will never lose me, Elladan. I will always be with you, every day for the rest of our lives.” He blinked and drew a ragged breath, “Touch me, Elladan, please touch me.”
Elladan reached out and caressed his brother’s face, his arousal began to shift against the soft cotton of Elrohir’s gown and he closed his eyes. Elrohir took his brother’s hand and guided it to his own desire. Elladan gasped as he felt his brother’s heated erection press through the thin cotton and into his hand, “Elrohir,” he whispered raggedly, “I… I…”
Elrohir continued, “I want you, Elladan. When we all almost died, I decided I could deny it no longer, I do not want to die without knowing your touch.”
Elladan clo closer, pressing his body against that of his brother’s, running his hand into his hair, brushing his lips across those of his twin. “I want you, Elrohir, I have wanted you for so long.”
Elrohir sighed against his lips, “Make love to me, Elladan, please…”
Elladan trembled in his brother’s embrace, “Once we do this, we cannot go back, Elrohir. No one can ever know what we do, we will never be free to love each other openly.”
Elrohir nuzzled his brother’s face and whispered breathlessly, “I do not care, I want you, Elladan, I need you.”
Elladan pressed his mouth to his brother’s, gently and lovingly pressing his tongue inside, tasting the sweet warmth he had craved for so long. Their tongues caressed and wrestled with one another, tasting one another, exploring each other. They were both quietly moaning, their hearts pounding against one another. Elrohir cradled his brother’s head in his hand as the other that was bound to his chest lightly tickled Elladan’s stomach.
Elladan broke from their kiss, “We cannot do this, Elrohir, you are still badly injured.”
Elrohir whimpered, “Please, Elladan, I need you so badly…”
Elladan rolled his brother to his back and lowered his mouth to his erect length. He whispered, “Lay still, Elrohir, let me take care of you.” He brushed his lips against his brother’s silky length, breathing in his musky, sweet scent, lapping at the milky drops that issued from his engorged desire.
Elrohir moaned and sighed, feeling his brother’s soft, soft lips caress his aching arousal, his warm, wet tongue lap at him in long slow strokes. He felt like he would die of ecstasy in that moment, he craved Elladan as he craved no other. He bit his lip to keep from crying out when his brother took him in his mouth, gently stroking his t and and pressing his fingers against his entrance. He felt that finger slide inside him as he tangled his hand in his brother’s hair, groaning and arching his back, ignoring the persistent dull ache in his shoulder. A muffled cry escaped his lips when he felt Elladan stroke the place deep inside him as he took him into the back of his throat, and he began to thrust into his brother’s beautiful mouth. His heart felt like it would explode, he was overcome with feelings of passion and lust for his brother, and he was overcome with profound love. He whispered over and over, “Amin mela le, Elladan.” He bit his lip and whimpered as he came, a tear flowing down his cheek.
Elladan slowly and gently cleaned his brother with his tongue, quietly purring and softly moaning as he went about his task. He traced a line from Elrohir’s groin, up his chest, taking the fingershis his wounded arm in his mouth and gently suckling them, earning a soft whimper, then continuing to his chest, shoulders, neck, and finally his mouth. He kissed him slowly and sweetly, gently lapping at his lips and whispering into his mouth, “Amin mela le, Elrohir. Stay with me, stay here tonight.”
Elrohir silently nodded, unable to speak. Elladan rose from the bed and pulled on loose silk trousers to sleep in, in case someone were to enter and find them together, and curled against his brother’s uninjured side, resting his head upon his shoulder and his hand down on his hip. Elrohir felt his brother’s un-satiated desire press into his hip and he whispered, “Elladan, you are in need, let me…”
Elladan pressed his fingers to his lips, “Ssshh, gwador. I will be fine. Sleep, Elrohir, take some rest, there will be time for it later, a’maelamin. I promise.”
* * * *
“Where is your lover, meldir?” Erestor looked around Glorfindel’s quarters, seeing exactly what he thought he would.
Glorfindel stood looking out the window into the moonlit courtyard, his brow furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. “I do not know, meldiramin. Perhaps he is asleep in his bed, where he should be considering his conditi
Erestor approached his friend and placed a hand upon his broad back, “Aaahh, yes, that would make sense. But, it must be hard for you, prolonging your reunion after so long an absence.”
Glorfindel wheeled on Erestor, “What exactly are you doing here, Erestor? When did you become so concerned with the whereabouts of my lovers?”
Erestor regarded the obviously angry Elf with an expression of detached civility, “No need to be angry with me, Glorfindel. I am merely concerned with your well being. I hate to see you so lonely and withdrawn, you have not been your usual self.”
The warrior glowered at him, “You think me lonely, do you? When have you ever known me to be lonely, Erestor?”
Erestor felt the urge to back away, but stubbornly stood his ground, “You are lonely, are you not, seneschal? I know I am…”
Glorfindel took a step closer, his deepening blue eyes piercing through the thinly veiled attempt at platonic concern, “Then go to your lover, meldir. Or do you not know where he is?”
Erestor’s gaze darkened and he frowned, “I know exactly where h, se, seneschal. He is where he belongs, and it is not with me.”
Glorfindel took a deep breath and leaned in, so close that Erestor could feel his warm, sweet breath upon his face, “And whom do you belong with, Erestor? If not your lover.”
Erestor reached up and cradled the warrior’s head in his hand, “I know whom I belong with, Glorfindel. ‘Tis a pity that you do not.”
Glorfindel regarded the Chief Counselor for a brief moment; he knew exactly what Erestor meant. The four of them had been involved in a lopsided triangle of sorts, and he was rapidly growing tired of being on the outside edge. He tangled his strong hands in the Counselor’s hair and pressed a heated kiss to his lips, one full of frustration, want, lust, and desire.
Erestor molded himself into that kiss, knowing the warrior’s heart was not in it, but accepting it just the same. Glorfindel quickly guided him backwards toward the bed and lay on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, tugging at his clothes, and plundering his mouth with furious intensity. As he pulled back from the kiss he did not speak, he only stared down at his friend, his conscience, and, at times, his worst enemy. Why Erestor was doing this, he did not know; but what he did know was that he needed it, badly. He returned his lips to those of his friend with less ferocity, but just as much intensity as his hands traveled to the buttons on his robes. He would not sleep alone this night, not again.
To be continued…
Lirimaer = Lovely one
Gwador = Brother
A’maelamin = Beloved
Amin mela le = I love you
Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My Friend
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elrohir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Erestor, Elladan/Elrohir, Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar
WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings 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: Elladan begins to see his brother in a new light as he spies on Elrohir and Glorfindel; Elladan and Erestor have a conversation; Elladan and Elrohir rescue their mother who had been abducted by Orcs and are drawn together; Glorfindel and Erestor redefine the boundaries of their friendship.
Notes: This story is part of a larger arc and runs concurrently with the Rock Stars series. The entire arc is: Forbidden Bond, Tale of Two Brothers, Rock Stars, Elves, & Smut, All That You Can’t Leave Behind, Farewells and New Beginnings.
September 10th, 1510, Third Age, Ford of Bruinen
They had been on patrol for weeks and were ready to return home. While Elrohir and Glorfindel tried to be discreet, Elladan knew there was something between them, and had been for sometime. They were no longer Elflings; they were young adults and bore the responsibilities of that role. Elladan had taken many lovers, most recently his tutor, Erestor, and thought he understood why Elrohir kept the nature of his and Glorfindel’s relationship a secret. They were the heirs to Imladris, and were expected to do as their father had done, take a wife and eventually produce heirs of their own. He sat in front of the fire with his cloak drawn about him. The first hints of autumn were upon them early, and the night air carried a bit of a chill. The rest of their comrades were fast asleep in their bedrolls, save two who kept watch. Elladan did not have night watch, but found himself unable to sleep.
He shifted on the log he sat upon, thinking of his tutor. The pale gray eyes that hid ages of secrets behind their luminescence, his silken raven hair and alabaster skin, his strong yet elegant body alwaiddeidden under the somber trappings of his office. Erestor had proven to be an excellent lover, demanding but returning what he received with equal measure. Elladan had been up to the task, never disappointing his lover, never turning down perceived challenges. Erestor was surprisingly bold, taking him in imaginative ways and unorthodox locations. He felt a dull ache in his loins at the thought of his tu wha what they shared was not love, but it was equally powerful. Erestor knew everything about Elladan, all of his secrets, all of his darkest fears and desires, while Elladan knew little about Erestor, and that was how the Counselor wanted it.
He thought he heard something behind him through the trees and rose from his seat by the fire. He carefully picked his way through the brush and trees, staying low to the ground as to avoid being seen. As he crept closer to the origin of the sound he recognized what it was and the voices of those who made it. He came upon his brother locked in a heated embrace with Glorfindel. The warrior’s face was buried in his brother’s hair, nuzzled against his ear. Elrohir leaned back against a tree, his eyelids fluttered, half-closed, and his lips were parted. He had one hand tangled in Glorfindel’s hair and the other firmly clasped the warrior’s buttocks. Elladan was transfixed; it was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. The soft moans and sighs that came from his brother caused the previously dull ache in his loins to throb, and he felt himself becoming increasingly aroused.
He could not take his eyes off Elrohir, and as the warrior unbuttoned his tunic and slid his hand inside it, he found he wished it were his own hand that caressed his brother’s chest, that caressed that warm, silky flesh that was so like his own. As Glorfindel’s tongue traced the line of bro brother’s jaw, he wished it were his tongue that followed that line, finding it’s way to the silken, honeyed heat that was his brother’s mouth. Elladan’s hand danced over the firm bulge encased in his suede leggings and his breath came heavy, he knew it was wrong, but he did not care. He wanted his brother, wanted to know his flesh, wanted to feel his warm breath and deliciously hot, silken length inside his mouth, inside his body. He quietly moaned as he watched Glorfindel’s hand slide insiis bis brother’s leggings and he heard Elrohir quietly cry out in his mind. He heard his brother’s innermost thoughts, the illicit and loving words that danced on the edge of his tongue, words that would be given voice if they were somewhere that they could be said aloud. He ached for his brother, more than anyone he had ever known, and only one other knew the truth. He slid his hand inside his leggings mimicking the action of their seneschal’s hand upon his brother’s rigid length, he whispered his brother’s name as he climaxed with him and trembled in the aftermath of his torturous fantasy.
He silently crept away, back to camp, curling up in his bedroll and trying to find sleep. He lay with his eyes shut against the night, hearing the soft footsteps of his brother as he climbed into the bedroll next to him. He felt the silken warmth of his brother’s lips as Elrohir placed a chaste goodnight kiss upon his cheek, as he had done since they were Elflings. He bit his lip to keep himself from whispering his brother’s name in a tone that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
October 30th, 2110, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
“How much longer will you deny your feelings to yourself and to him, lirimaer?” Erestor sat is fis favorite chair with Elladan curled at his feet, his head resting upon his knees. He stroked Elladan’s hair and looked down at his tortured face. The burden was wea him him down, no doubt he could bear it for the rest of his life, but it would take its toll, it already had. Elladan was not who he once was, a young Elf full of curiosity, innate self-confidence, and optimism. He was full of self-loathing and longing, slowly but surely punishing himself for what he felt was wrong.
His voice sounded small and distant, “I cannot tell him, he will hate me, he would never look at me the same way again, and I could not bear that.” He took a deep ragged breath, “No, ‘tis better for me to bear this burden alone, at least then he will remain my brother. Better to have a brother, if not a lover, better to have him that way than no way at all.”
“How can you be so sure, Elladan? Perhaps you are wrong, perhaps he feels the same way as you.” loselosed his eyes as he felt Elladan’s hands creep up his thighs and he swallowed. His fingers traveled to the younger Elf’s ear and he began to softly caress it.
“I cannot take the chance, Erestor. Besides, Elrohir is in love with Glorfindel, we both know this. I would not be surprised if he reveals the nature of their relationship soon, they have been together for so long.” He purred quietly as he felt the Counselor’s fingers caress his ear and he felt the familiar heat of desire buildide ide his loose silk trousers and his tongue darted out to caress the inside of one knee, bared through the slit in the long nightshirt his lover wore.
Erestor hissed through his clenched jaw, as lips and teeth were added to the sensation of the warm tongue working its way up his inner thigh, and he gently spread his legs. Elladan shifted position to kneel in between his lover’s legs and he slid his hands up Erestor’s thighs, gazing up into his cool eye eyes, as if to ask permission. Ere’s e’s expression did not change as he calmly spoke, “If that is your choice, Elladan, then I will not bring it up again. But sooner or later, you will have to deal with ine wne way or another.”
Elladan worked his way up the insides of his lover’s thighs, “Please, Erestor, I do not want to talk about it anymore. I just want to love you, I want you to take me, I want you to make me forget about it, even if it is only for one night.”
He moaned quietly as he felt Elladan’s warm, soft mouth embrace his rigid length, “As you wish, lirimaer.”
October 19th, 2509, Thire, Re, Redhorn Pass, Misty Mountains
“Kill it, Elladan!” Elrohir growled. The pain in his shoulder felt like spreading wildfire, he felt his life’s blood running from his body, down his limp arm, and off his fingers as he dug the fingers of his other hand into the forearm of the beast that held him.
Elladan stared down the sight of his last arrow, his hand trembled slightly, if he missed he would kill his brother; if he missed the beast it would slit Elrohir’s throat, or he could hit his brother instead. His wounded mother lay at his feet, on the verge of unconsciousness and the last remaining Orc held Elrohir by the throat, twisting the knife in his shoulder, using him as a shield. “Elrohir…” he began to speak, but his brother cut him off.
“This is the one that did this to her, Elladan! Kill it now!”
The almompermperceptible twang of the string was the only indication to Elrohir that his brother had heeded his words. The arrow sliced through the air, nicking his ear as it lodged in the beast’s eye. Orc Orc howled and dropped dead, releasing Elrohir as Elladan ran toward his brother. Now he had a wounded brother and a wounded mother that he had to get the the mountain and back to Imladris before they both died. He pulled the knife out of his brother’s shoulder and tore his tunic, making a compress to stop the bleeding. “Can you ride, gwador?” he whispered.
Elrohir growled in pain and struggled to his feet with his brotherelp,elp, “Aye, get Nana, I can get to my own horse. Elladan lifted their mother’s tortured, wounded form from the ground, placing her upon his horse as he mounted behind her. Elrohir’s horse laid down as he weakly climbed aboard, then stood and galloped down the hill behind Elladan.
They rode for as long as Elrohir and Celebrían could endure, and they stopped at the base of the mountain at nightfall. Celebrían lay unconscious, her breathing finally regular as Elladan adsterstered to her as best he could. Her injuries would not kill her, but her tortured soul might, and that was something Elladan did not have the skill to heal. He returned to his brother, Elrohir lay in his bedroll, his wound cleaned and bandaged, but he was showing the first signs of fever, and Elladan worried that the blade may have been poisoned. Elrohir shivered, clenching his teeth and trying to be strong for his brother. Elladan climbed into the bedroll with his brother, taking him in his arms and trying to warm him. He was afraid, afraid he would lose them both. He could not live without his brother, he could not live without Elrohir. He whispered, “Please, Elrohir, hold on, gwador. Please do not die.” Tears tracked down his face as he held him tight, rubbing his arms and trying to warm him.
“How is Nana?” he croaked.
“She is resting peacefully, I have done all I can do for her.” He pressed his cheek against Elrohir’s forehead.
“You did it, Elladan, you saved us.” His teeth began to chatter as Elladan reached for a cup of the brew he made earlier for his brother.
“Here, drink this, I know it is cold, but it will still work to quell the fever.” He stroked his brother’s hair and held him tight, “Amila lla le, gwador.” He whispered. He lay awake throughout the night, moving from his brother to his mother, and keeping watch for ambush.
They reached the Last Homely House on the following day, and as they arrived in the courtyard a host of healers greeted them with their father and Arwen. Elrond took his wife in his arms and took her back to their chamber, two more healers helped Elrohir from his horse and into their quarters. Arwen embraced her brother, “Thank the Valar, Elladan, we have been so worried.”
Elladan embraced his sister and began sobbing as she walked back to his room with him.
* * * *
October 21st, 2509, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
He felt dead inside, like his heart had been ripped out and eaten by one of the Orcs that tormented his beloved mother. He had sat outside her chamber and not moved until his father told him that she would survive, he sat there holding Arwen, as she tried to be brave. But survive was all their mother was likely to do, what had been done to her was so heinous, the damage so irreparable, that her spirit may never recover. It was so bad, that his father had to take to his bed after healing her as best he could. Elladan had never seen his father that way, so shaken, so wounded. Now he lay on his side in his bed, blankly staring out the window, unable to cry, unable to scream, unable to do anything but lie there, coldly numb.
His first indication that he was not alone was the feeling of the cool autumn night air that drifted across his bare skin as the blankets were lifted. He felt the soft cotton of his brother’s long nightshirt and the warmth of his skin against his own. He rolled to his side, staring in to pewter eyes that matched his own, he brushed wisps of sable hair from Elrohir’s face and caressed his soft alabaster skin. “It is my fault, I failed.” He whispered.
“No, you did not fail, gwador. You saved us, we would all be dead if you had not fired that arrow.” Elrohir was deeply worried about his brother, he had never seen him in this state, so beaten down.
The night after they found their mother he had lain in Elladan’s arms, after having faced death himself, and realized for the first time in his life what was missing. He realized why he had kept his relationship with Glorfindel a secret, why he had not asked to bond with him. The answer was so simple, so clear, it was his brother that he loved, though he had denied it to himself.
Elladan’s fingers danced lightly over the rapidly disappearing cut in his brother’s ear, then trailed down the line of his jaw. His hands trembled as his fingers softly caressed Elrohir’s lips, “If I had lost you, I do not know what I would have done.”
They had always been close, always been affectionate, so it was no surprise to Elladan that Elrohir was in his bed, trying to offer him comfort even though it was he that was injured. Elrohir winced as he reached for his brother and Elladan stopped his hand, bringing it to his lips then pressing the palm to his face. He swallowed as he felt stirrings of desire inside him, long hidden feelings of love and lust for Elrohir, feelings he was afraid of, feelings he was ashamed of.
Elrohir scooted closer and whispered, “You will never lose me, Elladan. I will always be with you, every day for the rest of our lives.” He blinked and drew a ragged breath, “Touch me, Elladan, please touch me.”
Elladan reached out and caressed his brother’s face, his arousal began to shift against the soft cotton of Elrohir’s gown and he closed his eyes. Elrohir took his brother’s hand and guided it to his own desire. Elladan gasped as he felt his brother’s heated erection press through the thin cotton and into his hand, “Elrohir,” he whispered raggedly, “I… I…”
Elrohir continued, “I want you, Elladan. When we all almost died, I decided I could deny it no longer, I do not want to die without knowing your touch.”
Elladan clo closer, pressing his body against that of his brother’s, running his hand into his hair, brushing his lips across those of his twin. “I want you, Elrohir, I have wanted you for so long.”
Elrohir sighed against his lips, “Make love to me, Elladan, please…”
Elladan trembled in his brother’s embrace, “Once we do this, we cannot go back, Elrohir. No one can ever know what we do, we will never be free to love each other openly.”
Elrohir nuzzled his brother’s face and whispered breathlessly, “I do not care, I want you, Elladan, I need you.”
Elladan pressed his mouth to his brother’s, gently and lovingly pressing his tongue inside, tasting the sweet warmth he had craved for so long. Their tongues caressed and wrestled with one another, tasting one another, exploring each other. They were both quietly moaning, their hearts pounding against one another. Elrohir cradled his brother’s head in his hand as the other that was bound to his chest lightly tickled Elladan’s stomach.
Elladan broke from their kiss, “We cannot do this, Elrohir, you are still badly injured.”
Elrohir whimpered, “Please, Elladan, I need you so badly…”
Elladan rolled his brother to his back and lowered his mouth to his erect length. He whispered, “Lay still, Elrohir, let me take care of you.” He brushed his lips against his brother’s silky length, breathing in his musky, sweet scent, lapping at the milky drops that issued from his engorged desire.
Elrohir moaned and sighed, feeling his brother’s soft, soft lips caress his aching arousal, his warm, wet tongue lap at him in long slow strokes. He felt like he would die of ecstasy in that moment, he craved Elladan as he craved no other. He bit his lip to keep from crying out when his brother took him in his mouth, gently stroking his t and and pressing his fingers against his entrance. He felt that finger slide inside him as he tangled his hand in his brother’s hair, groaning and arching his back, ignoring the persistent dull ache in his shoulder. A muffled cry escaped his lips when he felt Elladan stroke the place deep inside him as he took him into the back of his throat, and he began to thrust into his brother’s beautiful mouth. His heart felt like it would explode, he was overcome with feelings of passion and lust for his brother, and he was overcome with profound love. He whispered over and over, “Amin mela le, Elladan.” He bit his lip and whimpered as he came, a tear flowing down his cheek.
Elladan slowly and gently cleaned his brother with his tongue, quietly purring and softly moaning as he went about his task. He traced a line from Elrohir’s groin, up his chest, taking the fingershis his wounded arm in his mouth and gently suckling them, earning a soft whimper, then continuing to his chest, shoulders, neck, and finally his mouth. He kissed him slowly and sweetly, gently lapping at his lips and whispering into his mouth, “Amin mela le, Elrohir. Stay with me, stay here tonight.”
Elrohir silently nodded, unable to speak. Elladan rose from the bed and pulled on loose silk trousers to sleep in, in case someone were to enter and find them together, and curled against his brother’s uninjured side, resting his head upon his shoulder and his hand down on his hip. Elrohir felt his brother’s un-satiated desire press into his hip and he whispered, “Elladan, you are in need, let me…”
Elladan pressed his fingers to his lips, “Ssshh, gwador. I will be fine. Sleep, Elrohir, take some rest, there will be time for it later, a’maelamin. I promise.”
* * * *
“Where is your lover, meldir?” Erestor looked around Glorfindel’s quarters, seeing exactly what he thought he would.
Glorfindel stood looking out the window into the moonlit courtyard, his brow furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. “I do not know, meldiramin. Perhaps he is asleep in his bed, where he should be considering his conditi
Erestor approached his friend and placed a hand upon his broad back, “Aaahh, yes, that would make sense. But, it must be hard for you, prolonging your reunion after so long an absence.”
Glorfindel wheeled on Erestor, “What exactly are you doing here, Erestor? When did you become so concerned with the whereabouts of my lovers?”
Erestor regarded the obviously angry Elf with an expression of detached civility, “No need to be angry with me, Glorfindel. I am merely concerned with your well being. I hate to see you so lonely and withdrawn, you have not been your usual self.”
The warrior glowered at him, “You think me lonely, do you? When have you ever known me to be lonely, Erestor?”
Erestor felt the urge to back away, but stubbornly stood his ground, “You are lonely, are you not, seneschal? I know I am…”
Glorfindel took a step closer, his deepening blue eyes piercing through the thinly veiled attempt at platonic concern, “Then go to your lover, meldir. Or do you not know where he is?”
Erestor’s gaze darkened and he frowned, “I know exactly where h, se, seneschal. He is where he belongs, and it is not with me.”
Glorfindel took a deep breath and leaned in, so close that Erestor could feel his warm, sweet breath upon his face, “And whom do you belong with, Erestor? If not your lover.”
Erestor reached up and cradled the warrior’s head in his hand, “I know whom I belong with, Glorfindel. ‘Tis a pity that you do not.”
Glorfindel regarded the Chief Counselor for a brief moment; he knew exactly what Erestor meant. The four of them had been involved in a lopsided triangle of sorts, and he was rapidly growing tired of being on the outside edge. He tangled his strong hands in the Counselor’s hair and pressed a heated kiss to his lips, one full of frustration, want, lust, and desire.
Erestor molded himself into that kiss, knowing the warrior’s heart was not in it, but accepting it just the same. Glorfindel quickly guided him backwards toward the bed and lay on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, tugging at his clothes, and plundering his mouth with furious intensity. As he pulled back from the kiss he did not speak, he only stared down at his friend, his conscience, and, at times, his worst enemy. Why Erestor was doing this, he did not know; but what he did know was that he needed it, badly. He returned his lips to those of his friend with less ferocity, but just as much intensity as his hands traveled to the buttons on his robes. He would not sleep alone this night, not again.
To be continued…
Lirimaer = Lovely one
Gwador = Brother
A’maelamin = Beloved
Amin mela le = I love you
Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My Friend