Starry Sky

A/N: Well, I managed to write and edit chapter 3 before my expected date. Now, I'm really going to have to put chapter 4 on pause until r myr my test. The next few chapters will a few more hours to write and edit to get the way I want them to come out. There's going to be a lot of...emotional baggage involved the next two or three installments. Don't worry, the story will end on a happy note.
Thank you again to everyone reading and reviewing, namely Siobhan and Lady of Legolas. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry top yop you waiting; please be just a little more patient for the next chapter.

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Chapter 3: Clear Skies and Starry Nights
Summary: Orophin and Elrohir spend the night reminiscing about old times and getting reacquainted (slash).

“You mustn’t startle me so.”

“Forgive me. But, we didn’t have time to speak earlier. And, I’ve just been released from the patrol and wanted to see you, lirimaer.” Smiling at the endearment, hir hir turned within the arms encircling him, his gray gaze meeting a blue one. A kiss was planted on his brow, the faint scent of sandalwood whiffed around him as Orophin brushed closer. Elrohir felt himself drowning in the warmth surrounding him, wondering again if this was love or some mockery being played at his expense.

“It has been long since we last met,” Orophin said. “Far too long.”

“Aye, it has. I have been busy.”

“So I have heard. It is rare that you visit the Wood anymore. But, I am glad to see you now, mellon-nîn.”

“It is good to see you as well.”

“Come,” Orophin said, taking hold of Elrohir’s hand gently in his own. “There is much for us to talk about.” The twin nodded, following his friend as they began strolling through the mellyrn trees. They walked in silence for some time before the Galadhrim spoke again. “How fairs your father and Imladris? I have not had a chance to visit the valley as of late.”

“Well. Though, I believe, Glorfindel thinks Ada works too hard, and tries to find ways to distract him. I find I have to agree. Ada can spend hours locked up in his study. He becomes so involved in what he’s doing that he forgets to eat sometimes.”

“Then, it is good that he has Lord Glorfindel to watch over him. Though, I dearly hope you have not inherited that same stubbornness.” Elrohir laughed at the thought.

“Nay, I believe Elladan received most of that. When my brother fixes his eye on something, he’ll do just about anything to get what he wants. There is very little that can get in his way--much less stop him--when he is in such a wanting state.”

“Are you referring to the Prince Legolas perhaps?” Elrohir smiled, turning to the guardian.

“Meldir, you never cease to amaze me.” He received a snort in reply, to which Elrohir frowned playfully. “I am being serious. How else would you know of my brother and the prince? Did my sister speak on the matter?”

“Hardly. Ask any Galadhrim that saw--or will see them--and they will give you the same assessment.”

“Are they that obvious?”

“To our keen observation, I suppose they are.” The twin thought on that last statement for a moment. It was true that the Galadhrim were rather perceptive of the things that occurred around them. Their senses were even acute to events that did not concern them in the least. Such fine-tuned sight and hearing made them who they were, the best elven border patrols in the three havens. But, it made Elrohir wonder if they were also able to deduce what passed between himself and Orophin. Or, more importantly, his inner struggle.

“Elrohir? Elrohir?” When he received no reply, Orophin laid a gentle hand upon the twin’s shoul El Elrohir seemed to revive at the touch.

“I’m sorry.” He shook himself back to the moment. “Did you say something?” Orophin stared at his friend. Something was bothering Elrohir, he could sense it. But, he decided not to press the issue further. Elrohir would tell him in time, he need not rush things.

“Nay, I said nothing.”

“I must have been drifting off. But, tell me, how have things been on the borders?”

“There is little to do nowadays. The borders are quiet by day, and by night. It is all thanks to you and Elladan.” Elrohir shook his head, tossing dark chocolate locks about his face.

“Do not give us too much credit. We only do what we can.”

“You do a great deal. Many are grateful that they can use the Redhorn Pass with some measure of safety in these days. It is gruesome work, the kind that many would not under go for an extended period of time. And, yet, you an Elladan guard the pass, and others. Many praise the both of you for your effort. But, sometimes, I think, you do far more than you should.”

“I suppose. It is all very tiring work. We spend most of the year riding and hunting, in the wild far more than any elf could imagine. We winter in Imladris, and spend every other summer in Mirkwood. I see my father and sister little, my grandparents even less. For now, I wish to relax and not think about Orcs, or anything of the like, for some time.”

“Come, let me see if I cannot remedy that for you.” The twin smiled, fwingwing the guardian back to Orophin’s talan. Deftly, they climbed the rope ladder before bringing it up after them. Slipping into the other’s embrace, they kissed, long and deeply, pressing their bodies as close as possible. Orophin nibbled lightly at Elrohir’s lower lip, delighting at the moan that escaped, before pulling away to explore the curves and plateaus of the pale face before hiHe sHe slipped to an ear, and gently sucked at a pointed tip, sending shivers down Elrohir’s spine.

He had missed this. Only once had they joined, solong ago, but Elrohir found that once had not been frequent enough, even if they had had little time to spend together. He arched his head back, pressing his exponeckneck more fully onto the lips that lingered there. The warm summer air breezed across the skin of his chest as the clasps of his tunic were undone, allowing the garment to fall open. Blindly, Elrohir reached for Orophin’s own garments, tugging at the gray cloak and tunic until they gave way and joined his own upon the talan floor. Feeling himself being turned, he backpedaled to the bed, following Orophin’s guide. His knees buckled when they hit the edge of the frame, propelling both elves onto the straw mattress in a tangle of limbs and peals of giggles.

As the laughter died down, the heat within their bodies began to rise again. Eyes darkened with lust and wanting, hands skimmed over warm, pale skin, remembering sensitive spots not touched in a century. Lips collided as hands undid lacings, discarding two pairs of leggings. For a moment the pair lay quiet, eyes closed, as they relished the feel of the other’s nearness and warmth. Lust crept in again, as did impatience. It had been far too long.

Elrohir gasped as slender fingers curled around his erection, the pads dancing around the base of the column in fluttering touches. Orophin’s lips were fastened to his neck, sucking lightly at the throbbing pulse they found; his other hand smoothed over planes of silken skin stretched over the taut muscles of thighs and hips. He kept up a steady motion; one suck with each pulse, one gentle stroke with each quiver of muscle, one brush of the thumb over a heated shaft with each moan. It was slow and steady, but arousing all the same.

Being thrice touched with each slight motion of his body or sound that he made almost threw Elrohir over the edge, but he checked himself. He wanted it slow, wanted to take his time, wanted to be touched. His eyes still closed, Elrohir reached for the stand next to the bed, his hand almost instantly grasping a small phial that rested there. It mildly surprised him that, in all those years, not a thing had changed in Orophin’s talan, not even where the small glass of oil had been placed. With a twist, he removed the stopper, slick liquid spilling over his hands. Reaching for the hand sliding up his hip, Elrohir pressed their palms together, slicking the other’s hand, before moving elsewhere. He grinned at the gasp sounding near his ear as his fingers wrapped about the Galadhrim’s erection.

Raising his head, Orophin gazed into Elrohir’s eyes. As the two stared longingly at the other, his hand slipped around the twin’s hip, finding the opening and beginning the preparation. Their eyes remained locked as they worked to ready the other for their joining. Feeling their work done, they kissed again, the rings hanging about their necks chiming as they collided against one another. Slowly, Orophin sheathed himself into the shearing heat, unable to quiet the moan he issued within the kiss. Elrohir quieted his own voice as he pulled the guardian forward, silent asking him to move.

Together they set up an unbroken rhythm. At each of Orophin’s thrusts, Elrohir would arch up to meet him. Sweat gathered, creating a light sheen on their skins. Everything ceased to exist around them as time stood still. As their climax neared, Elrohir reached out, burying his hands among the silvery locks of the Galadhrim, pulling them together into another desire-filled kiss. Their tongues danced in rhythm to their bodies, joining and entwining themselves about one another. With one angled thrust, Orophin struck Elrohir’s sweet spot, causing the twin to climax; his own followed a moment later at the tightening of the muscles encircling his erection.

He sank down into a warm, open embrace. Smiling in a sleepy manner, Orophin kissed column of flesh exposed to him before burying his face into chocolate locks. A soft kiss was bestowed upon his head as Elrohir pulled him closer. As they drifted off into a content sleep, enfolded with the other’s embrace, the stars shone down on them from above, reflecting off the mithril rings lying between them, the chains entwined.

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It was late in the night when Elrohir awoke again. He blinked to clear the sleep from his eyes before moving to sit up. Looking around, he noted that he was alone in bed, his clothes neatly folded and resting on a chair nearby. He felt too comfortable to move; instead, he took to sitting in the bed and staring at the stars above him, arms wrapped around his knees. He had not been staring long when a sound caused him to turn towards the entrance of the talan.

Up through the entrance came Orophin, bearing a tray precariously balanced on one arm as he climbed the rope ladder. Setting the tray down, he climbed the rest of the way up before drawing the ladder after him. Noticing the twin awake, he smiled, retrieving his tray, plus two glasses and a bottle from a nearby table. Elrohir returned the smile, shifting a little closer towards the Galadhrim.

“And, where have you been off to?” Elrohir asked as Orophin sat next to him on the bed.

“Seeing as how I kept you…occupied during the evening meal, I thought it fitting for me to bring you something to eat..” With that, the Galadhrim set the tray, filled with fruits, cheeses and some wafers of lembas, upon Elrohir’s lap. Setting the glasses down on the stand, he opened the bottle with a faint pop, and proceeded to pour a glass of cider for the both of them as Elrohir took a bite of cheese.

“Hm…I think you’ll do,” Elrohir said in a teasing voice as he took the glass offered to him. Orophin arched a delicate eyebrow as he took a small sip of his own cup.

“I’ll do?” A nod came in reply. “For what?”

“As a go-fer.” He giggled at the stunned look Orophin gave him before kissing a pale cheek. “I’m only teasing, a’maelamin.”

“I should hope so.” He scowled, bringing about more laughter from the twin. But, Orophin couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face at Elrohir’s endearment. He kissed the dark crown, brushing a stray strand of raven hair behind a pointed ear before moving closer. Leaning against one another, they took their share of the food before spending the rest of the night in a content sleep beneath the stars and in each other’s arms.

Translations:
Lirimaer-Lovely one
Mellon-nîn-My friend
Meldir-Friend
A’maelamin-My beloved
Go-fer-Ok, so it’s not an elvish term. A go-fer is someone you ask to run errands or go to pick up things. ‘Go for this, go for that’, get it?