Against all odds

Chapter thirty-nine Binding

Legolas smiled as he wiped Elrohir’s tears away. “Neagron im neagrennen lin; boech henia guren anho le a nossen. Ae im avo `erin le tâd…”
He trailed off, angrily wiping away his own tears. “Na vedui si henian anman le dadchebog.” He paused, hesitant. But he decided to go ahead. He had nothing to lose. “Carig nin lín, Elrohir?”

Reading his lover’s need in the blue orbs Elrohir nodded. There was no reason to hold back any more anyway; Legolas was fading and Elrohir already knew it affected him too. He would follow the blond to Mandos. He forced all dark thoughts from his mind as he claimed his lover’s lips. Legolas pulled him closer, needing to be as close to his Peredhel as he could.

Elrohir broke the kiss to slowly undress him and caress his body, his touches and kisses warming the blond inside, temporarily driving away the cold that crept close to his heart. He smiled when Elrohir stood up to undress himself, allowing Legolas to roam his eyes over his body.

When Elrohir had removed all his clothes he blanketed his lover. The love that stared back at him brought tears to his eyes. /Fate is cruel. I finally have my salvation and now we will die. But I shall make our last months count./ He claimed his lips again, already preparing his lover for what was to come.

Legolas smiled, at peace with himself and his fate. “To think I have faced all sorts of evil and now am undone by love.”
Elrohir planted a kiss on his forehead. “We could travel to Mirkwood together.”
Legolas shook his head. “Nay, I wish to die here, in your arms, in this room. I love you, Elrohir. An oi.”
Elrohir smiled back and his eyes misted over. “Bind yourself to me, Legolas. Marry me.”
Legolas shook his head. “That would seal your fate and I refuse to” He gasped when Elrohir suddenly entered him, filling him.
Legolas knew he had a goofy smile on his face but it didn’t feel intrusive or full to him but right and somehow not enough. Elrohir kissed him. “My fate is bound to yours, Legolas. You’ve since long possessed my heart. I just don’t want to die without being fully yours, before the Valar.”

The words brought tears to Legolas’ eyes and he pulled the Peredhel close to an all devouring kiss. “Ve te mer ni vestuva ten. Arwa i-Valar hentírinya inyë, Legolas Thranduilion o Laiquataurë i-alat, maquetë ellën, Elrohir Peredhel Elrondion o Imladris, naë vestonya. Ni meluva ten tenna i-arë ni fir.” He left out the last sentence on purpose.

Elrohir’s lower lip trembled as he heard Legolas bind himself to him. He was so shaken he didn’t even mention Legolas’ perfect Quenya. With a shaky voice his uttered the same vow, changing the names, but added the last sentence. “Ú sóra nas inyë ar ellë, nan met an ilyë oi.”

Legolas shook his head at his stubbornness. He had hoped he would not take the Peredhel with him to Mandos, but now realised Elrohir would die with him and he uttered the last sentence with love and devotion. He caressed the dark strands and placed a loving kiss on those alluring lips. “Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to move?”
Elrohir smiled. “Do you mind me staring a little longer?”

Legolas smiled and just held him close, enjoying the feel of Elrohir inside him, but then realised their arousals were fading and he squished Elrohir’s butt cheeks. “Please stay hard, nín orvain behernon.”
Elrohir blushed and smiled at Legolas, leaning in to claim his lips. One hand went down to stroke Legolas back to hardness, but he didn’t feel himself harden yet.

Suddenly he felt his lover part his buttocks to tease his cleft with his fingers and he gasped. That feeling was enough to bring his member back to attention and he looked at Legolas in gratitude, wonder and love. Legolas didn’t stop his manipulations and soon Elrohir was moaning atop of him, but not thrusting.

He grinned when his lover buried his face in his hair and suddenly pushed back, eager to feel Legolas’ finger inside him. In doing so he finally thrusted and Legolas whimpered at its suddenness and brought his fingers to Elrohir’s mouth who obligingly suckled the digits.

When Legolas felt it was enough he resumed his former ministrations, entering his lover with his fingers, making Elrohir push back and therefore thrust. Elrohir sped up his pushes and thrusts until they were both writhing and moaning in pleasure.

Legolas smiled goofily. /I was too weak to do anything and now we’re pleasuring each other…/

Elrohir continued to increase his speed and gasped when Legolas suddenly tensed and came hard, causing him to reach climax as well. He collapsed on top of his lover and kissed him.

Unknown to them both the room had lit up from their love and stars had sparkled in between a large explosion of firelight as they had reached their climax, sign of the acceptation of their union and the blessing of the Valar.

Realising his lover was weak Elrohir turned and was about to pull out when Legolas’ arms tightened around him, catapulting himself on his side, facing Elrohir. His eyes explained his actions and Elrohir smiled. “If you wish.” Instead of pulling out he edged closer to his lover, who drove his fingers in deeper as well.

Elrohir wanted to cover them up, especially Legolas, but he didn’t want to move away or to break this peace that had settled on them. So he kissed his lover and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to claim him. As soon as he was asleep his eyes opened and a healing sleep took place.

Legolas’ eyes were glued to Elrohir’s and he smiled, glad that his lover was healing but it turned into a sad smile when he realised he would leave him soon. And yet he felt different now. Unable to think about it he fell into reverie, his eyes closed.

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Elladan smiled when he re-entered his room, they seemed brighter now that Lindir shared them. But still he wanted to go back to the minstrel’s rooms. He quickly crossed his room to the bathroom door. “Melamin, I’ve got the herbs you wanted for your bath. Can I come in?” Unknown to Elladan, Lindir smiled at the words. “Of course.”

Elladan opened the door but halted in his tracks as he took in the sight that was shown to him. Lindir was standing before the mirror, undoing his braids, and he was naked. Elladan knew he looked like he had no brain at all but seeing his beloved naked stirred him and he was unable to move, speak or do anything besides drawling.

Lindir shook his head, wondering if Elladan was still standing on the other side of the door, extending only one arm to give the herbs. Even though Elladan was far from shy Lindir knew he would not intrude Lindir’s privacy and the Peredhel acted highly prudish around him. Normally it would have scared Lindir but Elladan’s love showed in all his movements and knowing Elladan acted the way he did for him made him love the twin even more.

Intending to either open the door or take the herbs from the dangling arm he turned around. His eyes widened as he saw Elladan standing in the door opening, staring at his body. The expression in his eyes took him aback.

The movement finally entered Elladan’s mind and he blushed deep-red, ashamed of himself. He laid down the herbs, stuttered a few apologies and turned to go and grant Lindir his privacy. “Elladan?”
Hearing his name he turned, blushed and averted his eyes, muttering another apology.

Lindir smiled and silently approached his lover. Only when he stood close enough he spoke. “Thank you for finding them. I know I nag sometimes.”

Elladan’s eyes widened at seeing him this close, seemingly uncaring about his own nakedness and nodded his head. About to turn and go he noticed two agile hands started unbuttoning his tunic and he gasped. It took all of his will power to stop Lindir. “Nay, Lindir. I do not think this is wise.”
Lindir smiled and claimed his lips. “I want to see you naked too, Tuilinfincundonya.”

Elladan forced to calm himself down. “Later, when you are not.” Seeing Lindir’s questioning look he swallowed. “Right now you present a too great a temptation and I do not wish to do things we’ll regret. Ai, wrong words. I shall never regret making love with you, but…”

Hearing Lindir laugh he trailed of, and cocked his head. Lindir turned and walked to his carefully folded clothes and retrieved a pouch. “Your father gave me these. They will stop me from receiving.”

Elladan’s eyes widened at the words and his pants, that already had become too tight when he entered the room, now seemed to cut of the circulation of blood. “You’re seducing me?”
Lindir shook his head. “Nay, I always walk around naked before a bath. And even if your father has given me the herbs, I do not know if I am ready.”
Elladan nodded and smiled. “Well, we can always turn the table. And the water does look enticing. Might I join you in it?”
Lindir smiled and nodded. “That would please me as well, but I hope you’re not planning on keeping those clothes on?”

He stepped in the tub and made himself comfortable, making sure he had his back towards Elladan. Maybe the elf wanted some privacy undressing? But Elladan walked towards the tub and entered it as well. When he stood before Lindir he looked hopeful. “Will you undress me?”

As in a haze Lindir saw his hands move to unbutton Elladan’s tunic further and to remove it from his body. Next the agile fingers started working on the lacings that held Elladan’s trousers up. But he halted his movement and Elladan groaned. His pants were way too tight and he needed to free his member from its confinement. He was puzzled when Lindir forced him to sit down, away from him, but then the hands grabbed one of his boots and started tugging. It made Elladan grin. His arousal made every movement Lindir made highly erotic and sensual, every touch was electrifying and soon Elladan was moaning in need.

Lindir shook his head at Elladan’s antics and continued thdresdressing. Now that the second boot was removed he moved to undo the laces. He sat on Elladan’s legs as he did so. The friction when the cloth was pushed down made Elladan buck in want and desire. He could feel Lindir remove his pants and saw the minstrel throw them away. His breath came in gasps and he wondered if he was doing the right thing, if he wasn’t moving too fast.

Lindir seemed unaware of his storms but reclaimed his position on Elladan’s legs, his butt resting on the knees. He smiled. “Can we wash each other?” Elladan moaned in reply.
Lindir nodded and took up a washcloth and some soap to create lather. “Sit up.” Elladan seemed not to have heard for the twin made no movement. Shaking his head he leaned forward and started washing Elladan’s chest, which was surprisingly warm.

Elladan moaned and purred at the sensation and he stared at the being before him in rapture. The slender hands washed him thoroughly, front and back, and soon made their way down. Noticing Elladan was not responding to his requests Lindir stood and pulled Elladan along. This seemed to mystify the twin but Lindir paid it no heed but merely lowered himself again to further wash the twin.

The washcloth started at the bottom of the legs and Elladan had trouble keeping himself upright. When Lindir got to his genitals he frowned. Both by the sight and his reaction to the whole washing his beloved. It warmed him inside and he felt the warmth intensifying in his lower regions and he grew worried. He realised Elladan was shaking a little and wondered if he might be cold. But the water was warm, even hot.

“Elladan, is everything all right?” With his mouth close to Elladan’s erection the breath caressed Elladan’s member and the twin whimpered and nearly fell down. “MMMAhammm” Lindir frowned at the strange reply but shook his head and continued. First he would wash Elladan’s back before he would do the front.

He moved his body closer to Elladan and felt the twin immediately lean against him. Elladan gasped and grabbed Lindir’s shoulders when the minstrel moved the cloth over his ball sacks. Lindir hissed at the force behind the grasp and his warm breath made Elladan shudder, driving his nails deeper in Lindir’s flesh, who hissed.

Lindir smiled; there now was only one item left to clean.
When he felt the stroke Elladan’s knees gave way and he fell down. “Ai, Lindir.”
Lindir easily caught him and lowered him in the tub, worry shining from his eyes, which confused Elladan. /Does he not know what he does to me?/

Lindir stared at the shaking twin in fear. “Elladan? What is wrong?” He was about to bolt from the room. Elladan grabbed his wrists, pulling him closer for a kiss. Lindir complied and melted in the kiss, only to flare back up when Elladan’s member poked him in the side. Elladan whimpered and tried to get him back but the minstrel was beyond his reach.

Lindir sat on the other side of the tub and seemed to be thinking. Suddenly he closed his eyes and a pained, embarrassed expression entered his eyes. “I did this to you.”
Elladan managed to nod and he held out his arm pleadingly.

Lindir did not know what to do and left the tub and bathroom. Maybe Elrond or Erestor could tell him what to do. He felt so insecure right now and he did not want to disappoint Elladan.

He entered the bedroom, where he retrieved some of Elladan’s clothes. Trembling he put them on. But before he was near the door Elladan blocked his path. The twin had quickly stroked himself to release and had rushed to stop Lindir. “Melamin, please, don’t go. What’s wrong?”

He was still naked and Lindir smiled, pleased to see Elladan wasn’t mad at him. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. Instead he only reddened.

Elladan grabbed hold of his shoulders and applied just enough force to make him turn and walk to the bed. Reluctantly he sat down, glaring at the twin.
Elladan kneeled before him and gathered Lindir’s hands in his own. “Lindir, what happened just now? Did you panic because I was aroused? Did I do something wrong?”
Lindir shook his head. “How can you think that? I… I” Lindir panicked again. he didn’t know what he could say to Elladan about his own insecurity. He had no idea how to touch Elladan, or make him come. He knew the basics, but he figured the twin was used to a lot more than he could ever give.

Elladan sensed some of Lindir’s inner struggle and ached to help him, but he had no idea what was wrong. “Lindir, please, tell me what it is. Please? Did the situation repel you?” Lindir immediately shook his head. “No, no, you’re beautiful. Stunningly so. It’s just that I….” He trailed of and jumped up, running to the door. He gave Elladan no time to stop him and the twin cursed. Now he had to dress himself before he could go after him.

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Glorfindel dismounted the second they entered the courtyard, and yelled at the stable boys. He ran inside, Thranduil in his wake. The Mirkwood blond was highly concerned for his son. Glorfindel decided to go to Elrond first.

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Erestor smiled at his lover seductively and Elrond shook his head. “All right, melme, what do you want?”
Erestor pouted. “You’re no fun like this. No fun at all.”
Elrond shook his head and went back to the letters. “Melme, if you want me you only have to say so.”
Erestor grinned. “Well, I do want you. I want to feel you inside me Elrond.”
Elrond smiled back at him, putting away the letters. “How, where, when?”

Erestor climbed over the table to sit on Elrond’s lap. He twirled some strands of hair and smiled at his lover. “Right here and now.”
Elrond’s eyes darkened and he kissed Erestor’s neck. “But we’re still fully clothed.”
Erestor purred in his ear. “I know.” He could feel Elrond getting hard and shifted to tease him, making his lover moan and hold him closer. His hands travelled down and freed Elrond’s erection from its confinement, pushing away any cloth that blocked it. Next he moved up his own robe.

Elrond’s eyes widened in surprise seeing Erestor wore nothing underneath. “You’ve prepared.”
Erestor claimed his lips. “Aye, I have.”

He rose himself a little and instantly lowered again, letting Elrond burry himself to the hilt. Elrond hissed and he stared at Erestor in bewilderment, finding his lover coated already. His eyes darkened in anger, being stolen the pleasure of preparing his lover, and passion, seeing his lover prepare himself for him in his mind’s eye.

About to thrust Elrond found Erestor stopping him. “Let me.” Elrond nodded and watched his lover set a nice, slow rhythm. He was mesmerized by the beauty before him. His tension built up and Erestor increased his speed, claiming Elrond’s lips as they came.

Smiling lovingly he removed himself from Elrond’s lap, moved to stand behind him and planted a kiss on his head. “Thank you, my love.”
Elrond purred. “You are a devious, cunning and inventive lover. I always find myself wondering what you’ll do next.”
Erestor smiled. “That’s for me to know…”
Elrond groaned. “Stay a little. Help me with these.”

Erestor nodded and took to reading the letters. Seemingly innocent he removed a vial from his pocket and placed it on the table. When Elrond noticed his eyes widened, realising Erestor was not yet done. He already hardened in anticipation.

But before Erestor could instigate his plan the door opened and he groaned. /Lock the door! Lock the door! Lock the door!/ He saw Lindir enter, marching straight for Elrond. He hadn’t even reached the desk or Elladan entered. The twin grabbed Lindir. “Come on, this is nothing. Come, Lindir, let’s talk about whatever this is.” Erestor shook his head. Lover’s quarrel.

But Lindir ignored him. “Lord Elrond. Could you please spare me a moment of your time? I would like to ask you something. In private.” Elladan groaned and fell in a chair, covering his head in his hands.

Elrond looked at it in wonder. “What do you wish to talk about you don’t want Elladan to hear? Perhaps it’s better to talk to your lover instead of his fathe
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But Lindir shook his head. “It’s not. It’s about something I realised when we were in the bath together. Please, my lord?”
Elrond arched his eyebrow. “You took a bath together?” Lindir nodded and Elladan groaned.

Elrond decided to humour Lindir, giving him a moment, but not in private. “Lindir, you must understand Elladan is my son, I cannot keep secrets from him and neither should you. This way, if you really desire my council, you will have to tell it only once.” After a moment Lindir nodded, but he focused upon Elrond, who smiled at him warmly, ignoring the complaining look his own lover threw him. “So what happened?”

Lindir bit his lip before answering. “I suggested we wash each other so that’s what I did. I washed and and apparently my lover found it enticing and became hard.”

Elladan turned a nice shade of pink in embarrassment, avoiding Erestor’s bemused glance, and Elrond laughed. “Sounds perfectly normal to me, but something tells me that’s not your problem.” Lindir nodded and lowered his head. Shame gripped at him and he suddenly wavered. What if he lost Elladan over this?

Elrond rose and kneeled before him. “If it bothers you that much whisper it in my ear.” Lindir leaned forward and whispered. Elladan strained his hearing but heard nothing. He looked at Erestor, but the counsellor shook his head, indicating he did not hear anything either.

When Lindir leaned back Elrond smiled understandingly. “I think you are suffering from every fresh lover’s problem.” He squished the minstrel’s knees. “You came here for council and that you shall receive. Tell Elladan your fears. I know he will understand. “ He smiled. “Maybe he even has them as well.” He laughed at Lindir’s disbelieving look. “Really, it’s nothing to worry about.” He leaned in closer and whispered in his ear. “Erestor and I both used to worry we might disappoint each other, but now we know better.” He sat back. “Give it time and trust Elladan.” Lindir jumped up. “I trust him! How can you think otherwise?” Erestor smiled. “Maybe because you didn’t trust him with whatever secret this is?” Elladan glared at him and Erestor smiled back. More puzzled than before Lindir went back.

Elrond held Elladan back. “Are you not curious?” Elladan nodded. “Of course I am, but I trust Lindir to tell me. Eventually.” Elrond nodded. I t I think it better you hear from me. Otherwise you might reach the wrong conclusions.”

He sat down next to his son. “He’s terrified of disappointing you, Elladan. He is untouched, Elladan, and therefore afraid and insecure. Give him time to get used to passion and sexuality. He will need you to guide him.”
Elladan nodded. “I know that. But I don’t understand why he panicked like that.”
Elrond smiled at him. “Because he doesn’t have any experience, Elladan. He doesn’t know how to please you. He doesn’t know if what pleases him, will please you and he’s terrified of disappointing you. Of losing you.”

Elladan nodded, understanding in his eyes. “His love is deeper than I thought.” His voice was loving and grateful. He stood and walked to the door. “Thank you, ata, for being there for him. Us.” Elrond inclined his head.

Erestor walked after him to the door, he would make sure none could enter now. But he growled when he saw Glorfindel approaching. The screams he had in store for the blond stayed in his mouth when he saw Thanduil following him. “Elrond, it’s Thranduil.”

Elrond immediately rose and ran towards the two blonds. “Glorfindel, bless the Valar. Back so soon?”
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, he was already on his way here, actually already crossed the borders.”
Elrond arched his eyebrow. “And why didn’t we know? I want the bloody borders secure. At -all- times. I don’t want anything or anyone coming close without us knowing it.” His anger flared up but he calmed down when he felt a calming hand on his back. “Relax, My Lord. King Thranduil is not the enemy, nor does he deserve your anger at the moment.”
Elrond mellowed and nodded. “Aye, you are right, Erestor. Forgive me, I’ve been under a lot of strain lately.”

Thranduil waved the apology away. “You can burn down your realm for all I care. Just tell me where my son is and what’s wrong with him.”
Elrond looked accusingly and the seneschal who shrugged. “I thought it better he’d talk to you first. He needs to be prepared.”
Thranduil growled. “Prepared for what?”

Elrond motioned for the king to follow him. “Let’s go see how Legolas fares. And let me explain on the way.”

End chapter 39
TBC

Translations:

Neagron im neagrennen lin; boech henia guren anho le a nossen. Ae im avo `erin le tâd…
I am sorry to hurt you; you must understand my heart belongs to you and my family. If I cannot have you both….
Na vedui si henian anman le dadchebog. At least now I understand why you’ve held back
Carig nin lín, Elrohir? Make me yours, Elrohir?
An oi Forever
Ve te mer ni vestuva ten. Arwa i-Valar hentírinya inyë, Legolas Thranduilion o Laiquataurë i-alat, maquetë ten, Elrohir Peredhel Elrondion o Imladris, naë vestonya. Ni meluva ten tenna i-arë ni fir.
As you wish, I will bind myself to you. With the Valar as my witnesses I, Legolas Thranduilion of Greenwood the Great, ask you, Elrohir Peredhel Elrondion of Imladris, to be my mate. I shall love you till the day I die.
Ú sóra nas inyë ar ellë, nan met an ilyë oi. It no longer is I and you, but us for all eternity
nín orvain behernon see chapter 35
Tuilinfincundonya my Swallowhairprince