Shadows of Rivendell

Title: Shadows of Rivendell 4/5
Author: Genesis Grey (helfireclub@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir, Elrond/Aragorn, Arwen/...
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What if the Ring had never left Rivendell?
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Wish I did, but don’t.
Warnings: Incest. Quasi-non-consensual situations. BDSM. Some het content.
Author’s Notes: Feedback always makes me happy. :) I really appreciate those who have taken time to comment about the story! Thanks always to Nethene and Rider for betaing.

Shadows of Rivendell - Chapter 4



Elrohir could see the sudden indecision in his twin’s eyes. This sudden fit of uncertainty threatened to undo all his hard work. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. Of all the times for Elladan to have doubts, when he lay on the floor naked, his hands bound, his body beaten so badly he probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, would not have been his first choice. He workworked so hard to get his brother to act this way. The way he acted when they were hunting orcs; when all sense of right and wrong left his mind and he was harsh and cruel.

Every taunt, jab, and blow had been carefully aimed to push Elladan over the edge and provoke this response. Elrohir knew his brother well. He knew speaking of the torment their mother had endured in such a disrespectful light would enrage him. He knew that when his darling Elladan saw him, aroused by their father’s punishment it would arouse him as well. Yes, Elrohir mused darkly to himself as he marveled at his own actions and watched the uncertainty flash in his brother’s eyes. He had plotted to have his own twin rape him.

Elrohir closed his eyes and allowed his head rest on the floor a moment. What he was doing was immoral and against every fiber of his being. He was manipulating his own brother, his own flesh and blood, whom he loved and lusted after, into committing acts of carnal aggression. Worse still, and incestuous act that broke the unspoken laws of all Middle-earth. But he couldn’t manage to stop himself.

He had managed to suppress his dark, forbidden lust for his brother for over two thousand years. Managed to hide his jealousy at the way Elladan doted on their mother and sister and always took him for granted, even when he was near and they were far away. Managed to conceal the way his twin’s every action drew his undivided attention; how the like face was a constant reminder of the forbidden nature of his desire. He’d managed to keep it all inside, to himself. But when the dark voice had spoken to him in such sweetly seductive tones, telling him he could have his most illicit desires, as much as Elrohir hated himself for it, he’d closed his eyes and listened.

“I won’t hurt you anymore, Elrohir,” Elladan said, the voice shaking him from his thoughts. “Come, I’ll take you to father and he can bind your wounds.” Elrohir opened his eyes and looked up at the stricken expression on his twin’s face. “I’ll explain to him what happened and accept whatever punishment I deserve for it.”

A hot anger formed in Elrohir’s gut as his brother spoke. He didn’t know why; it was strange for him to anger so quickly. Even as a child he had not been quick to anger, that had ever been Elladan’s forte. But now he could feel the gnawing heat clutching his heart as the dark voice whispered in his mind. Not only were his plans falling apart, but he had also lost Elladan’s attention once more.

He wanted it back.

“Of course,” he said bitterly, watching as his brother stared off blankly, lost in his own thoughts. “Perhaps I should go find those orcs. I’m sure they finish what they start,” he growled under his breath, wishing for a moment that he could stop himself from what he was about to say. “I didn’t hear mother having any complaints.”

A hard slap came down across his backside and he let out a cry of surprise. At least he had Elladan’s attention again. “Do not say things like that,” his brother said angrily as he threw Elrohir onto his back and straddled his hips, eliciting a shout of agony as the abused body was pinned to the floor.

“Things like what, dear brother?” Elrohir asked mockingly. It would be so easy to throw his twin over the edge into madness once more and for a moment he felt guilty that he was causing his dearest Elladan so much mental anguish. It was strange for him to want something at the cost of his own brother’s sanity. But when he felt the press of his Elladan’s erection against him and felt the silvery voice reminding him this might be his only chance for his darkest desire to be granted, he spoke: “That mother loved the dirty touch of the orcs all over her body as she pleasured them? That she probably cried out in ecstasy as they rode her and clawed her body, marking her for life? That she probably left us alone to go to Valinor and be fucked by Mandos himself? Are those the things you do not want me to say?”

“If you persist in this, Elrohir, I will make you sorry,” Elladan growled, his hands tightening on Elrohir’s shoulders as all thoughts of kindness and healing were cast aside. Elrohir groaned momentarily in agony. He could acutely feel every mark the belt had scored on his body as he was held down to the floor.

“Then make me sorry, brother,” Elrohir finally bit back, though his voice shook in pain. He was half afraid he would pass out and miss all the fun if he had to lie on his back any longer. “I’ll not take anything back. You’re just angry because you never had a chance to have her like every other creature in Middle-earth.”

Elladan slapped him so hard that that Elrohir felt his teeth rattle together and for a moment feared his jaw had been broken. “I warned you, little brother,” Elladan growled, grabbing Elrohir’s face harshly. “I told you to stop or you would be sorry. Apparently flaying your back wasn’t enough. Do you want to feel what our mother felt when those cretins were upon her?” he threatened, his hand moving down over Elrohir’s throat. “I don’t care if I hurt you any more. I’m going to take you, no matter how loud you scream, no matter how hard you cry; and I promise you won’t enjoy it.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Elrohir said as Elladan’s hand tightened around his neck. He found the sight of his brother over him, so dominating and demanding, more arousing than Haldir and his brothers combined. He trembled in anticipation of what was to come as he gave his brother a provoking smirk. Nothing infuriated his twin more than arrogance.

“Have it your way!” Elladan snarled angrily as a strange dark fire smoldered in his eyes. His hands moved from the throat and grabbed Elrohir’s shoulders, tossing him onto his stomach. Elrohir let out a shout of distress as his chest smashed into the floor with bruising force and his erection was once again crushed under his own weight. Still, it was more comfortable than lying on his back had been. “On your knees,” Elladan ordered as he hoisted Elrohir’s hips into the air, “and this time I don’t care how tired you get or how much pain you’re in. Don’t let yourself fall.”

Elrohir pushed up to balance himself on his elbows and knees the way his brother demanded, wishing his hands were free. The floor was slick with blood and sweat, making it difficult for him not to slip and fall. He moaned, wondering what kind of punishment his brother would give him if he did fall. A slight smile formed on his lips as he heard Elladan’s breeches being cast aside. This was it. The moment he had been wanting for more than two thousand years. It was strange, but all of a sudden he was nowhere near as happy as he thought he would be.

Hands gripped his hips violently, fingers bruising, as thumbs dug into already bloody welts and Elladan thrust into him without any further warning. Elrohir let out a scream, throwing back his head as his elbows slipped and his body tried to crash against the floor. But the hands held him upright as his brother buried himself fully into the already bloody backside. There was no kindness in way his brother took him, and for that Elrohir was glad. If it had been a gentle act he would have felt guilty for the cruel exploitation of his brother’s emotions.

Elladan began to move and Elrohir let out a grunt as he clenched his bound hands into fists and pressed his face to the floor. It was strange to take such pleasure in so much pain. The dark and seductive voice began speaking to him again as he reveled in his Elladan’s touch, at each painful thrust into his bruised and bloody backside, tearing viciously and causing blood run down his thighs, mingling with the blood from his earlier wounds and forming pools on the ground about his knees. He knew he should not be enjoying this, but it was as if every sensible part of his mind that would object was asleep.

The voice whispered to him, promising him he could have all that he desired, that this was only the beginning of what it could offer. Elrohir briefly wondered what it was, but the voice pushed the curiosity away, persisting in the offer. Visions appeared in his mind. He could see all of Middle-earth at his feet as Elladan stood at his side, his twin’s attention never turning from him and obeying his every whim. Visions of nights filled with pain and sex, and the torment of those who would speak against him.

“No!” Elrohir gasped in horror as Elladan’s rough treatment shook him free of the visions. He opened the eyes he hadn’t realized hd cld closed. He didn’t want to hurt anyone; it was against his very nature to do so! He was a healer like his father. He despised the orc hunts his brother delighted in, though he understood the necessity and so always accompanied his beloved twin. His nails cut into the palms of his hands as he denied the strange wants that had taken him as of late. He had no wish for Elladan to be his slave, to use this twin for nothing but his own wanton urges. He focused on the pain Elladan inflicted every time plunged into his body and used the pain to drive out the dark voice that tempted him with his darkest desires gone terribly awry.

The dark voice swirled in his head, trying to assert control by weaving further alluring fantasies, but Elrohir denied them. He focused on the pain in his body, the slashes across his back and thighs. The feel of the blood dripping down his legs as his brother thrust in and out of him, jarring the welt covered back and thighs and causing near mind numbing pain. The shadow began to clear from his mind, releasing the part of him that abhorred pain, that loathed manipulation and all things cruel, the part of him that believed in propriety, that had hidden his lust for his brother. As the shadow left him he screamed.

He screamed with all the strength he had left in his being.

He screamed from the pain his father had inflicted upon him. He screamed from the pain his brother had dealt him. He screamed from pain his brother induced as he brutally forced him to pleasure. He screamed at the pain he had willingly caused his twin, manipulating him and fighting with the one person he loved above all else. He screamed at the desecration he’d brought to his mother’s memory. He screamed at the a anger and evil he hadn’t even known were within his own soul. He screamed with the sudden joyous feeling of release that washed over him; the darkness that was everything and nothing at once, the feeling his own brother had ripped from him that he had wanted to feel for so long. He screamed in agony that the moment that should have brought him unending joy was contaminated by his own selfish actions. He screamed until his voice was raw and he could scream no more; and collapsed into a panting mess as he began to sob.

Through the haze of tears and pain he felt Elladan thrust into him a last time and reach his own release. The hands clenched on his hips as his brother let out a long, loud moan of pleasure and fell on top of him, crushing against the painful welts. Elrohir didn’t move, despite the pain that coursed though him. He just lay there and hated himself with every part of his being.

“Elorhir?” a hesitant voice said against his ear as the weight of Elladan’s body moved off him and rolled to the side. He sucked in a breath of air as the chill in the room wrapped around him. He didn’t reply to the pleading tone in his twin’s voice as a hand was placed gently on his shoulder, careful not to touch any of the ugly welts. “Elrohir, please say something to me,” Elladan said. The painful hitch in his voice made Elrohir cringe; unable to speak as he silently cursed the pain he had put his brother through.

The hand moved from his shoulder and fingers caressed his cheeks. “You’re crying,” Elladan said in a pained tone. “I made you cry. Valar help me! What have I done? I made you cry!”

“Not your fault,” Elrohir finally said as Elladan shakily untied his hands and pulled a blanket from the bed. “No, not your fault,” he mumbled, more to himself than Elladan. He felt his brother lift him and pull him close as tenderly as he could, wrapping the blanket around them both as he began to cry. Elrohir closed his eyes. The shadow was gone from his mind now, but the terrible consequences lingered and he could only wonder how such a strange darkness could come over a place as peaceful as Rivendell.