Love Within Sight

III
“Well?” Elrohir asked as Elladan dressed after bathing. He waited not so patiently for the return of the two, waited further until his brother had come to his room, then have him bathe and begin to dress. He was ready to wait no longer for news.

Elladan smiled shyly, but could not hide his happiness from Elrohir, no matter how much he wanted to torment him with half truths. “He is the one,” Elladan whispered, his gaze catching Elrohir’s hopefully.

“And?” Elrohir urged needing to hear more before he cast judgement.

“He accepts me.”

“And?” Elrohir prodded further.

“I accept him……if……”

Elrohir embraced his brother hard, his own happiness at this touching Elladan who said no more. It was the final piece in place, Elrohir’s acceptance of his choice.

“And?” Elrohir prompted, determined to hear all.

With a laugh at his brother’s forwardness, Elladan shook his head. “No…but the will is there….there are…..we need……”

Elrohir nodded sagely as Elladan struggled with the words. It was likely that both had taken a dominant role in any past partnerships. Who would yield to whom he wondered as he kissed Elladan’s cheek, and in the end would it matter to them? Elrohir thought not as he released Elladan to finish dressing.

“I am happy for you Elladan, so happy,” Elrohir beamed brightly. He himself was in no hurry to find the one he was destined for, his heart more carefree than that of his brother, his spirit too restless yet to be bound to just one. It would come in time he knew, in that he had faith, and in the meantime he would bask in Elladan’s joy.

There were knowing smiles exchanged as the brothers entered the great hall, Legolas waiting eagerly for Elladan’s appearance. Elladan looked to his brother who nodded and with a quick kiss to his cheek walked to the prince while Elrohir turned to join a conversation nearby. Legolas embraced the twin, reluctant to let him go but aware of the presence of so many others around them. For his part as he watched the two tentatively touch hands, Elrohir reflected that the library may well be vacant this eve.

As the hour grew late the whispered voices and the playful nudging increased around them, more of the gathering becoming aware that their lord’s son had not left the side of the Mirkwood prince all night. Legolas, acknowledging some of the banter among his own folk, took hold of Elladan’s hand and bid the ones close goodnight. As they made their way to the door there were more whispers behind them, eyes looked to Elrohir who shrugged in all innocence.

“It appears the prince has found his courage,” a silken voice whispered.

“It appears so,” Elrohir responded

“Or perhaps a hand was lent?”

“Glorfindel,” Elrohir laughed, “who would chance to meddle in the affairs of a guest and the son of a lord?”

Glorfindel clasped Elrohir on the shoulder with a hearty laugh. “Who indeed,” he offered, shaking his head as he returned to the side of his lord and lover to relay the happy news.

Legolas followed as Elladan lead the way down the corridor to his rooms, their hands tightly entwined.

They spent a few moments just holding each other once the door was closed. That in itself was most welcome after the restrained contact of the last hours. Both had felt the need for each other grow, a need that was unsated by entwined fingers and gentle smiles, comforting though they had been. As Legolas swept his hands over Elladan’s back and Elladan nuzzled into the silken hair of Legolas, they took the time to reconnect with each other. Their desire flared at this but more than that was the call of their spirits to each other and the answering of that call. They moved only to kiss, at first with the tenderness of new love, then with the ardour of love willing to journey further together.

Legolas moved his hands under the loose tunic, sighing as he felt the warm softness of Elladan’s body. A strong warrior’s body he thought, perfectly toned into a form that fulfilled its purpose. The thought of such a sculptured form flushed in rapture was an image Legolas long had had haunt his dreams. The glimpse he had had of Elladan by the river had broadened those night visions into images throughout the rest of the day. This night he would not have to dream, this night he would know what it was like to hold Elladan in his arms, tonight he knew that dreams would not satisfy him any longer. In this room, with the match to his heart, he would know the true meaning of completion and it would not disappoint him.

Elladan too was anxious for this as his hands and mouth responded to Legolas. He had thought about this night, his anticipation rising during the day. He would have given more by the river, but it had not seemed right. He yearned for this first time, he wanted to lie in the arms of Legolas and wake with him still in his arms. Elladan wanted to have and give something to remember. Drawing apart Elladan moved around the room lighting the candles and pouring small glasses of wine. As he passed a goblet to Legolas, they linked arms to sip at the sweet liquid. A fire glowed in the grate, Elladan leading Legolas to the rug to sit. Neither spoke, they watched the flames and sipped the wine. Boots had been slipped off, outer tunics discarded and they settled against each other, Legolas stroking and loosening the braids in Elladan’s hair so that the strands cascaded over his shoulders and down his back.

“There have been others,” Legolas confessed as he lightly kissed Elladan, fingertips massaging the nape of his neck, “but none that drew me like you, with none of them did I feel the belonging, none felt that they answered me.”

Elladan nodded. “There have been others with whom I have shared a bed, but none here in this room, and none have I offered what I wish to give you.” He touched along cheeks, lips and across a brow. “I know what you are to me. I feel what I am to you, our hearts have accepted each other. I offer you all that Elladan is.”

Legolas smiled at the words. Taking Elladan’s hands in his, he kissed each as he held them. There would be formal declarations when the time came, but these promises meant as much and were as binding. Without hesitation he responded in kind. “I offer you, Elladan, all that I am, all that is Legolas is yours.” A kiss at once gentle and ardent sealed their pact.

It took little then for the remainder of their attire to be removed and for Elladan to feel the soft tickle of fur against his back as he was pressed to the rug by the welcome weight of Legolas’ body.

The touching and caressing became more urgent as moved against each other, soft moans of pleasure echoing against each other’s skin.

“Come,” Elladan whispered pushing himself from the floor, holding out his hand as he stood. Willingly Legolas took the offered hand, Elladan leading him to the bed. “We will be more comfortable.” Elladan did not wish to say that he wanted Legolas to stay with him, and the offer of the bed was his way of asking that this be so.

“We will,” Legolas agreed, understanding what he was being asked.

Elladan nodded, touching Legolas’ cheek. “Yes,” he answered simply. With that Elladan climbed on to the bed, Legolas following.

With a grin Elladan allowed Legolas to slip between his thighs. With a smile Legolas nuzzled at Elladan’s neck, gentle bites that would claim the dark haired elf as his own come the morn to all who cared to see. With a further smile, he thought, judging by the whispers that had followed them from the hall, more than a few would care to see.

Already they could feel the way their bodies were aroused to each other, slowly rocking and flexing against and with each other. Elladan curled his legs around the sleek thighs of his soon to be lover, the hunger was evidenced in their kiss. Lips parted, tongues intertwined. Elladan racked his fingers over Legolas’ back, tracing tips across and between firm buttocks. Encouraged by Elladan’s movements, which to Legolas seemed to give tacit blessing to their alignment, he rose to his knees. Legolas looked deep into the sparkling grey eyes to confirm his longing. There would be nothing that he would do that would harm this elf who had given so much to him already. Elladan nodded just once, his eyes searching the blue ones above him, looking for the reassurance he needed. It was given in full to him.

Elladan reached over to the table, grasping the ointment in his hand to press it into Legolas’. Taking it Legolas twirled it in his fingers, his thoughts dwelling on what he had been gifted with. It was not something he would take lightly or simply take. Clenching the small container he kissed Elladan’s waiting lips. Tracing a taunt nipple with a fingertip, Legolas smiled as Elladan arched and moaned. He tested the other, eliciting the same reaction, Elladan running his hand over Legolas’ arm, the muscles of his stomach tightening at each rub of Legolas’ thumb over the hard nub.

Legolas watched the rise and fall of Elladan’s chest, saw the ripple of his anticipation at each touch. Legolas sucked gently at each nipple, hand swiping down Elladan’s thigh. The sounds this brought forth from Elladan entranced Legolas more than such moans ever had from another, giving pleasure to the one who held his heart so firmly was now to him more intoxicating than he thought could be possible.

Moving, Legolas nuzzled against the hard flesh, his tongue lapped over the pearl moistened tip. Instinctively Elladan moved also, thrusting for closer contact. Legolas responded, parting his lips to allow the silken skin to slide over his tongue and into his mouth. Both elves groaned huskily as their breath hitched. Expertly Legolas smoothed his lips up and down the shaft as Elladan’s hips rose and fell slowly from the bed. Not wanting Elladan to climax alone, Legolas withdrew his artful mouth and knelt once more. As Elladan watched he removed the cork that sealed the top of the vial, smelt the sweetness of the liquid before taking hold of the hand that rested on his chest to pour droplets of the bottle’s contents onto Elladan’s palm. Sitting, the dark haired elf first dipped his fingers into the pool of golden fluid, using the tips to smooth it over the hard erection of his blond lover.

Legolas’ eyes slipped closed as he was touched, his body swaying, begging for more from Elladan. Softly the Imladris elf curled his hand to smooth the rest of the liquid over the tight skin. Elladan stroked with practiced ease, drawing moans from his partner that filled him with joy. Legolas tipped more of the contents of the crystal container onto his own hand, wetting his fingers before he caressed and coaxed to relax the ringed muscle that guarded the entrance to his lover’s body. Elladan flinched as the warm fingers stretched and stroked him, the feeling not as strange as he had thought. Legolas watched the emotions flicker over Elladan’s face, withdrawing his fingers, silently asking again permission to do this.

There was no hesitation in Elladan’s nod, nor any mistaking the smile and gleam in his eyes that granted that permission wholeheartedly. Elladan coiled the linen in his fists as Legolas pressed to join their bodies as one,a single tear caught in the corner of his eye. Legolas paused a moment to reflect. Elladan reached out his hand, first to Legolas’ arm and then to touch his cheek. In the moment Legolas realised the full meaning of what he had been gifted, not only had he won Elladan’s heart but his body as well.

“Elladan,” he whispered softly, turning his head to kiss the hand pressed to his cheek.

Elladan smiled before lying back on the bed. “Everything that I am, “ he murmured, “is yours.” Complete trust and belief radiated from him.

With those words Legolas moved, repeatedly entering and being consumed by the heat that enveloped him. Each thrust and answering flex of hips was met with pleasured moans and the echo of whispered names. Elladan relaxed with each passing moment, driving his lover deeper within him. He felt the total melding of both their bodies and their lives, tied with ribbons of gold, unbreakable and intransmutable. As Legolas came within him, Elladan took hold of his lover’s hands, his own seed coating them both. Legolas in turn gripped Elladan’s hands as tightly as he was held, his lover’s name on his lips, the ripple of knowledge that the searching was truly over passing through him. We are one, he thought, and with that, the thought resonated through Elladan and Legolas saw the gold wrap and bind them. He fell then into the waiting embrace, his arms enfolding his mate in all manner except the witnessed vows. A lingering kiss sealed what they had experienced.

“I love you,” they whispered together.

Elladan lay his head on Legolas’ chest, arm resting against his shoulder. Legolas wrapped his arms around his heart’s companion, fingers lacing through the dark hair.

Elladan smiled. Come the morning he would wake in his lover’s arms.