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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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Tale of Two Brothers, Chapter 3
Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 3, Heart’s Desire
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/Notes: Erestor and Glorfindel talk; Elladan and Elrohir share another night of passion.
October 22nd, 2509, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
A strong, warm hand resting against his chest, and the sight of his friend’s tossed, golden mane were what greeted him when he woke in the morning. He reached out and stroked the golden waves of silk that were spread out on the pillow next to him and he sighed quietly. It was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To be here, with him, in his bed. Or was it? What he really wanted, he feared he would never have. But, perhaps it just took time, time for the warrior to see where he truly belonged, time for him to realize Elrohir would never leave his brother. In the meantime, he would wait, and he would be here for Glorfindel when the truth was made plain.
He was happy for Elladan, his lover had what he wanted more than anything, and he was grateful for that. Elladan was such a kind spirit, thoughtful, and introspective, as loving and giving an Elf as he had ever known. Elrohir needed him, Elladan was his rock, Elladan grounded him, Elladan was his barometer. And Elladan needed Elrohir, Elrohir was all that Elladan was not, impetuous, freewheeling, one to toss his cares to the wind and boldly forge ahead. They were perfectly matched, balancing each other’s shortcomings, as few of those as there were. The Twins were forever bound to one another, one spirit shared between two living vessels, two halves of one whole. Erestor had seen this the day they were born, they had clung to one another, even in their mother’s womb, and clung to one another every day since.
Elrond would understand this better than his sons believed, but now was not the time to bring another shock to their father’s bruised system. He was still reeling from what had happened to his beloved Celebrían and needed time to recover, though Erestor suspected, like his wife nev never fully would.
A deep moan came from the sleeping lion next to him, and he rolled to his side, taking the warrior’s hand in his and tucking it under his chin. He reached out with his other hand, stroking that mane of golden hair and whispering, “My proud warrior, my gentle, loving, Glorfindel. Oh, a’maelamin, I wish I could make you understand, I wish I could make you see.” He felt the warrior stir in his reverie and he closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
Glorfindel blinked sleepily and looked about his room. He lay on his stomach, feeling the soft, warm fingers of his friend curled around his hand and he turned his head. He gazed in to Erestor’s sleeping face, so peaceful, almost innocent. He and Erestor shared so much history, they had been through so much together. Erestor knew him so well, too well, in fact; the Counselor knew all of his fears, all of his flaws, and all of his history. Glorfindel often wondered if Erestor had some version of Galadriel’s gift, it seemed he so easily saw into the hearts of others.
He gently rolled to his side so that he faced the Chief Counselor and ran his fingers through his raven hair. He had often thought of what this would be like, to lay with him and know him in this way. He quietly whispered, “Why? Why did you not come to me two thousand years ago? Why did you wait until Elrohir ensnared my heart?”
He quietly gasped when Erestor’s eyes opened and he smiled sadly, “I do not know, meldir. It is a question that will always haunt me. I should have, I should have come to you that, st, stopped you from taking him to your bed, I should have offered myself in his place. But, would you have understood what it was I was trying to do? Elrohir’s heart belongs to another, you know this. As much as he cares for you and would never willingly hurt you, he belongs to Elladan, as Elladan belongs to Elro” H” He took a deep breath, “As I belong to you.”
Glorfindel took a deep breath, and pulled Erestor into his embrace, a single tear tracking down his cheek. “Amin mela le, Erestor. I always have, but I cannot let him go, not yet. If he chooses Elladan instead of me, then I will abide by that. But, for now, I have to wait, I have to wait to see what he will do. I cannot just walk away from him, meldir.”
Erestor took a deep breath and pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s ear and whispered, “Then be strong, Glorfindel; this is a hard path you have chosen to walk. When the burden is too much to bear, I will be here to help you carry it.” He rolled from the warrior’s arms and pulled his robe over his head. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon his lips, ill ill always be here for you, a’maelamin.” And he quietly left the room.
February 2nd, 2932, Amon Sûl, Arnor
Elladan smiled as he caressed his brother’s face. Elrohir looked as if he were glowing in the firelight, darkening pewter eyes gazed back at him as he pressed closer. It had been a blessed four hundred years, time spent traveling between Imladris and the wild, time spent hunting Orcs in the wilds of Arnor and the Misty Mountains. Their quest had been driven by hatred for the monsters that tortured their mother but it had a not all-together unexpected benefit, they had time alone to enjoy one another. The Dúnedain were a close knit society, Elrohir and Elladan had been accepted because of their relation to Elrond and they were an asset to the northmen, their skill with the bow and sword had not gone unnoticed. Because of this, they were left to do as they pleased, as long as they did not do it under the men’s noses.
It was cold, and the winters were getting colder they both noted, yet another sign that evil was preparing to rear its ugly head. Elladan leaned into his brother as they sat on the ground next to the fire. Elrohir licked his lips and brushed them along his brother’s brow, over his fluttering eyelids and finally to his eagerly awaiting mouth. Elladan sighed into the kiss as Elrohir slowly and luxuriously kissed him, passionately tasting him, reveling in his brother’s beauty. Elrohir pulled back from the kiss, caressing Elladan’s ear with his lips, whispering in his ear, “You are so beautiful, Elladan, so soft, so sensual, I could kiss you for all of eternity, you taste so good.”
Elladan’s breath came quickly and unevenly as his brother continued to whisper in his ear, flicking his tongue along the point and softly moaning and purring to him. He was impossibly aroused and his erection was throbbing inside his leggings. He cl his his eyes and tried to ignore it, he had come to relish this long, slow, torturous foreplay that his brother so excelled in.
Elrohir unbuttoned his brother’s tunic and slid his hand inside it, finding an already taut nipple and taking it between his fingers, pinching and twisting and caressing until his brother whimpered against him. “I want you, Elladan, I want to bend you over and claim you as my own.” He growled in his ear.
Elladan croaked, “I would rather you claim me on my back, so that I can look at your beautiful face as you take me, gwador.”
Elrohir softly laughed in his ear, his breath fluttering against the cool, wet flesh, “Aye, gwador, that is a better idea. I want to watch your face as you come for me, I want to watch your ravig mog mouth form my name.”
Elladan began to lie on his back upon the bedroll, parting his legs and wrapping one around his brother, running his hands along his brother’s braid, wanting to pull him inside him, to wrap him in his warmth and love. “Amin mela le, Elrohir, I will love no other as I love you.”
Elrohir’s lips hovered above his brother’s, “Nor will I, Elladan, nor will I.” His hand slid over the bulge in Elladan’s leggings as he watched his face flush and his eyelids flutter. He dipped his mouth to his brother’s neck and jaw, traveling back up to his ear, rocking his pelvis against him as he moaned. His fingers deftly unlaced Elladan’s leggiand and he slid his hand inside, encircling his thick, smooth shaft and slowly stroking it as Elladan groaned. “You are beautiful, Elladan, so very beautiful.” He whispered as he felt his brother unlacing his leggings.
Elladan reached inside and pulled Elrohir’s heavy length free, lifting his hips and thrusting his own erect desire against that of his brother’s. Elrohir took them both in his hand, rubbing them together and thrusting his hips into his brother, meeting his motion. Elrohir dropped his head down by Elladan’s moaning and nibbling on his ear, willing himself to wait, to hold out. He wanted his brother to climax before he took him, and he wanted to enter him over and over until he caused him to climax again. Elladan groaned as he spilled himself over his brother’s hand and his stomach and he began pushing Elrohir’s leggings down past his hips.
Elrohir grasped the top of Elladan’s leggings pulling them down to his ankles and he settled himself inside his legs. He placed his slick, erect length at his entrance and pushed inside him, burying himself in one thrust, groaning as tight, velvety heat sheathed him. Elladan bit through his lip to keep from crying out and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Elrohir paused on top of him, balancing his weight on one arm and running his fingers over the broken skin on his brother’s lip. “You have hurt yourself, a’maelamin.” He whispered, “Let me heal it for you.” He leaned down, not moving inside his brother, gently sucking at the cut on his lip, lapping at the blood that trickled from it with his tongue, and waiting for Elladan to start begging. He felt tears wet his cheek and he lifted up, cocking his head and looking at the tears that fell from his brother’s eyes, “What is it, meleth nín? Why do you weep?”
Elladan took a deep breath, “Because I need you so, because I love you so, Elrohir. Because I could never be whole without you.”
Elrohir stroked his face and slowly began to thrust inside his brother, “You will never be without me, Elladan, never.” He softly kissed his brother’s lips and whispered against them, “Amin mela le, Elladan.”
He sat up and watched Elladan’s face as he brushed against the place deep inside him, over and over again, felt him harden against his belly, watched his eyelids flutter and his lips part, heard him sigh his name over and over. He thought he would never see a sight so beautiful again, not for the rest of his life.
Elladan grasped the back of his brother’s head and buried his face in his hair, crying out into it as he reached his completion for a second time. The already tight, hot channel he had buried himself in constricted as his brother came, and he could hold back no longer, he groaned and spilled himself deep within Elladan’s body, collapsing upon his chest.
Elrohir cleaned his brother with his tongue and Elladan did the same, lazily lapping his own seed off his brother’s belly. They laced up their leggings and curled against each other in their bedrolls, gazing up at the star filled sky as their fire went out.
“Do you love him?”
Elrohir blinked, it was the question he had dreaded, the one he had waited for Elladan to ask for so long. He took a deep breath, he was noing ing to lie to his brother, “Yes, I do. But not like I love you, Elladan. I could love no other in that way.”
“Does he love you?” Elladan snuggled his head into his brother’s shoulder.
“I suppose he does, though he has never said so, not in so many words.”
“But it has been so long, you have been together so long. How could he not love you, Elrohir? He must.”
“I do not want to hurt him, Elladan. I do not know what to do.” He pulled Elladan closer, closing his eyes.
“Does he know, about us?”
“I do not know, I have not told him. What about Erestor? Do you love him?” He caressed his brother’s shoulder, feeling the soft suede and velvet of his doublet beneath his hand.
“No, not the way you mean. That has never been what it was about between us. Erestor has always known I loved you, he has known it from the beginning, without me having to say it.” He snuggled closer to his brother, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Elrohir pressed a kiss to his forehead, “As long as we have each other, it will all work out, Elladan. I am sure of it.”
They snuggled against one another and drifted into reverie.
To be continued…
A’maelamin = Beloved
Meldir = Friend
Amin mela le = I love you
Gwador = Brother
Meleth nín = My Love
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/Notes: Erestor and Glorfindel talk; Elladan and Elrohir share another night of passion.
October 22nd, 2509, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
A strong, warm hand resting against his chest, and the sight of his friend’s tossed, golden mane were what greeted him when he woke in the morning. He reached out and stroked the golden waves of silk that were spread out on the pillow next to him and he sighed quietly. It was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To be here, with him, in his bed. Or was it? What he really wanted, he feared he would never have. But, perhaps it just took time, time for the warrior to see where he truly belonged, time for him to realize Elrohir would never leave his brother. In the meantime, he would wait, and he would be here for Glorfindel when the truth was made plain.
He was happy for Elladan, his lover had what he wanted more than anything, and he was grateful for that. Elladan was such a kind spirit, thoughtful, and introspective, as loving and giving an Elf as he had ever known. Elrohir needed him, Elladan was his rock, Elladan grounded him, Elladan was his barometer. And Elladan needed Elrohir, Elrohir was all that Elladan was not, impetuous, freewheeling, one to toss his cares to the wind and boldly forge ahead. They were perfectly matched, balancing each other’s shortcomings, as few of those as there were. The Twins were forever bound to one another, one spirit shared between two living vessels, two halves of one whole. Erestor had seen this the day they were born, they had clung to one another, even in their mother’s womb, and clung to one another every day since.
Elrond would understand this better than his sons believed, but now was not the time to bring another shock to their father’s bruised system. He was still reeling from what had happened to his beloved Celebrían and needed time to recover, though Erestor suspected, like his wife nev never fully would.
A deep moan came from the sleeping lion next to him, and he rolled to his side, taking the warrior’s hand in his and tucking it under his chin. He reached out with his other hand, stroking that mane of golden hair and whispering, “My proud warrior, my gentle, loving, Glorfindel. Oh, a’maelamin, I wish I could make you understand, I wish I could make you see.” He felt the warrior stir in his reverie and he closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
Glorfindel blinked sleepily and looked about his room. He lay on his stomach, feeling the soft, warm fingers of his friend curled around his hand and he turned his head. He gazed in to Erestor’s sleeping face, so peaceful, almost innocent. He and Erestor shared so much history, they had been through so much together. Erestor knew him so well, too well, in fact; the Counselor knew all of his fears, all of his flaws, and all of his history. Glorfindel often wondered if Erestor had some version of Galadriel’s gift, it seemed he so easily saw into the hearts of others.
He gently rolled to his side so that he faced the Chief Counselor and ran his fingers through his raven hair. He had often thought of what this would be like, to lay with him and know him in this way. He quietly whispered, “Why? Why did you not come to me two thousand years ago? Why did you wait until Elrohir ensnared my heart?”
He quietly gasped when Erestor’s eyes opened and he smiled sadly, “I do not know, meldir. It is a question that will always haunt me. I should have, I should have come to you that, st, stopped you from taking him to your bed, I should have offered myself in his place. But, would you have understood what it was I was trying to do? Elrohir’s heart belongs to another, you know this. As much as he cares for you and would never willingly hurt you, he belongs to Elladan, as Elladan belongs to Elro” H” He took a deep breath, “As I belong to you.”
Glorfindel took a deep breath, and pulled Erestor into his embrace, a single tear tracking down his cheek. “Amin mela le, Erestor. I always have, but I cannot let him go, not yet. If he chooses Elladan instead of me, then I will abide by that. But, for now, I have to wait, I have to wait to see what he will do. I cannot just walk away from him, meldir.”
Erestor took a deep breath and pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s ear and whispered, “Then be strong, Glorfindel; this is a hard path you have chosen to walk. When the burden is too much to bear, I will be here to help you carry it.” He rolled from the warrior’s arms and pulled his robe over his head. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon his lips, ill ill always be here for you, a’maelamin.” And he quietly left the room.
February 2nd, 2932, Amon Sûl, Arnor
Elladan smiled as he caressed his brother’s face. Elrohir looked as if he were glowing in the firelight, darkening pewter eyes gazed back at him as he pressed closer. It had been a blessed four hundred years, time spent traveling between Imladris and the wild, time spent hunting Orcs in the wilds of Arnor and the Misty Mountains. Their quest had been driven by hatred for the monsters that tortured their mother but it had a not all-together unexpected benefit, they had time alone to enjoy one another. The Dúnedain were a close knit society, Elrohir and Elladan had been accepted because of their relation to Elrond and they were an asset to the northmen, their skill with the bow and sword had not gone unnoticed. Because of this, they were left to do as they pleased, as long as they did not do it under the men’s noses.
It was cold, and the winters were getting colder they both noted, yet another sign that evil was preparing to rear its ugly head. Elladan leaned into his brother as they sat on the ground next to the fire. Elrohir licked his lips and brushed them along his brother’s brow, over his fluttering eyelids and finally to his eagerly awaiting mouth. Elladan sighed into the kiss as Elrohir slowly and luxuriously kissed him, passionately tasting him, reveling in his brother’s beauty. Elrohir pulled back from the kiss, caressing Elladan’s ear with his lips, whispering in his ear, “You are so beautiful, Elladan, so soft, so sensual, I could kiss you for all of eternity, you taste so good.”
Elladan’s breath came quickly and unevenly as his brother continued to whisper in his ear, flicking his tongue along the point and softly moaning and purring to him. He was impossibly aroused and his erection was throbbing inside his leggings. He cl his his eyes and tried to ignore it, he had come to relish this long, slow, torturous foreplay that his brother so excelled in.
Elrohir unbuttoned his brother’s tunic and slid his hand inside it, finding an already taut nipple and taking it between his fingers, pinching and twisting and caressing until his brother whimpered against him. “I want you, Elladan, I want to bend you over and claim you as my own.” He growled in his ear.
Elladan croaked, “I would rather you claim me on my back, so that I can look at your beautiful face as you take me, gwador.”
Elrohir softly laughed in his ear, his breath fluttering against the cool, wet flesh, “Aye, gwador, that is a better idea. I want to watch your face as you come for me, I want to watch your ravig mog mouth form my name.”
Elladan began to lie on his back upon the bedroll, parting his legs and wrapping one around his brother, running his hands along his brother’s braid, wanting to pull him inside him, to wrap him in his warmth and love. “Amin mela le, Elrohir, I will love no other as I love you.”
Elrohir’s lips hovered above his brother’s, “Nor will I, Elladan, nor will I.” His hand slid over the bulge in Elladan’s leggings as he watched his face flush and his eyelids flutter. He dipped his mouth to his brother’s neck and jaw, traveling back up to his ear, rocking his pelvis against him as he moaned. His fingers deftly unlaced Elladan’s leggiand and he slid his hand inside, encircling his thick, smooth shaft and slowly stroking it as Elladan groaned. “You are beautiful, Elladan, so very beautiful.” He whispered as he felt his brother unlacing his leggings.
Elladan reached inside and pulled Elrohir’s heavy length free, lifting his hips and thrusting his own erect desire against that of his brother’s. Elrohir took them both in his hand, rubbing them together and thrusting his hips into his brother, meeting his motion. Elrohir dropped his head down by Elladan’s moaning and nibbling on his ear, willing himself to wait, to hold out. He wanted his brother to climax before he took him, and he wanted to enter him over and over until he caused him to climax again. Elladan groaned as he spilled himself over his brother’s hand and his stomach and he began pushing Elrohir’s leggings down past his hips.
Elrohir grasped the top of Elladan’s leggings pulling them down to his ankles and he settled himself inside his legs. He placed his slick, erect length at his entrance and pushed inside him, burying himself in one thrust, groaning as tight, velvety heat sheathed him. Elladan bit through his lip to keep from crying out and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Elrohir paused on top of him, balancing his weight on one arm and running his fingers over the broken skin on his brother’s lip. “You have hurt yourself, a’maelamin.” He whispered, “Let me heal it for you.” He leaned down, not moving inside his brother, gently sucking at the cut on his lip, lapping at the blood that trickled from it with his tongue, and waiting for Elladan to start begging. He felt tears wet his cheek and he lifted up, cocking his head and looking at the tears that fell from his brother’s eyes, “What is it, meleth nín? Why do you weep?”
Elladan took a deep breath, “Because I need you so, because I love you so, Elrohir. Because I could never be whole without you.”
Elrohir stroked his face and slowly began to thrust inside his brother, “You will never be without me, Elladan, never.” He softly kissed his brother’s lips and whispered against them, “Amin mela le, Elladan.”
He sat up and watched Elladan’s face as he brushed against the place deep inside him, over and over again, felt him harden against his belly, watched his eyelids flutter and his lips part, heard him sigh his name over and over. He thought he would never see a sight so beautiful again, not for the rest of his life.
Elladan grasped the back of his brother’s head and buried his face in his hair, crying out into it as he reached his completion for a second time. The already tight, hot channel he had buried himself in constricted as his brother came, and he could hold back no longer, he groaned and spilled himself deep within Elladan’s body, collapsing upon his chest.
Elrohir cleaned his brother with his tongue and Elladan did the same, lazily lapping his own seed off his brother’s belly. They laced up their leggings and curled against each other in their bedrolls, gazing up at the star filled sky as their fire went out.
“Do you love him?”
Elrohir blinked, it was the question he had dreaded, the one he had waited for Elladan to ask for so long. He took a deep breath, he was noing ing to lie to his brother, “Yes, I do. But not like I love you, Elladan. I could love no other in that way.”
“Does he love you?” Elladan snuggled his head into his brother’s shoulder.
“I suppose he does, though he has never said so, not in so many words.”
“But it has been so long, you have been together so long. How could he not love you, Elrohir? He must.”
“I do not want to hurt him, Elladan. I do not know what to do.” He pulled Elladan closer, closing his eyes.
“Does he know, about us?”
“I do not know, I have not told him. What about Erestor? Do you love him?” He caressed his brother’s shoulder, feeling the soft suede and velvet of his doublet beneath his hand.
“No, not the way you mean. That has never been what it was about between us. Erestor has always known I loved you, he has known it from the beginning, without me having to say it.” He snuggled closer to his brother, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Elrohir pressed a kiss to his forehead, “As long as we have each other, it will all work out, Elladan. I am sure of it.”
They snuggled against one another and drifted into reverie.
To be continued…
A’maelamin = Beloved
Meldir = Friend
Amin mela le = I love you
Gwador = Brother
Meleth nín = My Love