Rîn dûr (dark memories)
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part 4
Title: Rîn dûr (dark memories)
Author:Githoniel
Part: 4/??
Pairing: Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning:AU, slash, graphic sex, Twincest, later rape and child abuse mentioned
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: things happen in the presence, that evoke memories of old – and not all of them are good ones...
Authors Note: This is a gift for Setare! Happy birthday sweetheart!!!
// = thoughts
~~ = memories
Part 4
“Ssh... don’t speak. I want you to make love to me – both of you! Would you do that? Do you want me?”
“Legolas, you are drunk!” Elrohir stated.
“No, - well, I mean yes, but that’s not the only reason, I ask this of you. Ever since I saw you two together, I can’t get these thoughts out of my head: How your kisses would taste? How your hands on my body would feel? What would it be like, if you make love to me?”
“Your adar would kill us, Legolas!” Elladan said, but his voice clearly showed his desire to fulfill the young prince’s wishes.
“I don’t plan to tell him. Elrohir, Elladan – I’m still innocent in the matters of bedplay. I want YOU to be my firsts. Saes – kiss me! Touch me! Make love to me!”
Elrohir gulped heavily, trying in vain to keep his mind clear. The young prince, lying before them on the fur, begging them so wantonly to take his innocence from him was simply too arousing. The miruvor did the rest to that and he clearly felt, he was about to lose control and simply start ravishing the blond elf. It was just too tempting...
The younger twin turned his head only to see that is brother was in a similar state – the prominent bulge in his leggins clearly showed his arousal. Elladan mouthed a silent “I want him!” and now he couldn’t deny his own desire anymore. He nodded to Elladan, who bent down at once and captured the prince’s lips in a fiery kiss.
When Elrohir saw his brother taking possession of the sweet sensual mouth, he drew his tunic over his head and with his chest bared, he joined the kissing elves.
Legolas was thrilled, when he felt not only Elladan’s lips upon his, but also the other twin’s
hands under his tunic. A soft moan left his lips, when Elladan began to kiss his way up face to his ear and licked the sensitive tip.
“Are you sure, you want this, pen-velui?”
“Yes, yes –Elladan! Saes, touch me!”
And the older twin began to open the buttons of Legolas’ tunic while his brother fondled at the lacings of the young prince’s leggins. Soon the brethren had the Greenwood elf all naked and trembling lying between them.
While Elladan attacked Legolas mouth once more, Elrohir began to undress himself completely. When his twin saw, what he was doing, he guided Legolas gaze to the younger brother.
“Do you like what you see, Legolas? Do you want to touch him? To feel his smooth skin under your fingers? Do you want to taste him?”
The young Greenwood prince drew in a sharp breath and nodded. Elladan reached out to his twin and drew him on the rug next to them. He took one of Elrohir’s feet and began to lick at the toe, then he kissed the foot and the lower leg, the inner tigh... Elrohir moaned under the sensual onslaught, with growing desperation he realised, that his brother wouldn’t end this soon...
“Now you, my prince! Touch his leg – feel him. Now let your hand wander up, but don’t touch his memeber yet.”
Elrohir gasped! “Valar! Adan! Stop toturing me!”
But Elladan didn’t listen.
“You know, what drives him mad, Legolas? When you touch him underneath his sac.”
The young prince followed the given instructions and marveled at the fact, he could make Elrohir squirm in delight so easily.
“Now use your mouth upon him. Lick his lenght, suck him a little... yes! Yes, that’s it! – But you must stop now... he’s already too close. We don’t want him to spend too soon, do we?”
Elrohir hissed infrustration as the warm mouth left his arousal, but when he heard the voice of his brother, he was thrilled with anticipation.
“It’s always important, Legolas, to prepare your partner well.” He handed the young prince a bottle with oil. “Coat your fingers with that. And now, bring one finger to his opening and slowly push inside.”
When he felt Legolas’ finger enter him, Elrohir let a throaty wail escape his mouth, the young pince was no less excited.
“God he’s so tight! So hot!”
“More, Legolas! Elladan! MORE!!!”
After he had prepared the younger twin with three fingers, Elladan reached for the oil again and coated his own hands. The he sat in front of the prince and began to oil Legolas arousal.
“Ro, get on your hands and knees! That way, it will be easier for him...”
Elladan brought them both in the right positions, then he sat behind Legolas on his heels. He reached around the archers lithe body and guided the blond elf’s lenght to his brothers entrance. Legolas pushed a little, but then hesitated. Just when he felt the muscle give in and gripping the tip of his elfhood, he grew bolder and sheated himself fully.
“VALAR! That feels ...good. How is it for you, Elrohir? How does it feel?”
He felt Elladan behind him.
“Ssh, don’t speak now, my prince. You will know how it feels very soon, but not this night... We don’t need to rush this, we have all the time in arda. But now, saes, move! Don’t let Ro suffer too long – give him fulfillment!”
***
It was evening in the hall of fire and everyone was engaged in quiet small talk or play- all except for one: Thranduil paced the hall from one end to the other and wasn’t able to let the peaceful atmosphere of the fire illuminated room ease his troubles. Not to know, what his son was doing right now, made him nervous. Of course he knew, that Legolas wasn’t a child anymore and could make his own decisions – he even knew he had been overprotective and that the time had come, to let his son live his own life – but it hurt so much to let him go... After all, Legolas was the only one, he loved, the only one important for him... the only one? He let his gaze wander through the hall and easily spotted Elrond standing next to Erestor and Glorfindel at the wine table. Their gazes met and Elrond smiled at him. The elflord placed his goblet on the table and slowly walked up to him.
//My ion is not the only important person in my life – there is also another! One, who has been always there for me!//
When Elrond came to stand in front of Thranduil, he placed a hand on the blond king’s shoulder and squeezed it in assurance.
“He’s safe, mellon-nîn. Be at ease... there are guards around and he’s with two of my best warriors – don’t mind my fatherly pride.”
“You don’t understand, Elrond. I guess he’s well, but I won’t feel better until I KNOW it! I feel so helpless... I know there’s nothing I can do. He will grow up and leave me – I know it! I’m not yet ready to let him go but there’s nothing I could do to prevent that! How could you understand me?”
While saying the last words, Thranduil lifted his head and looked his old friend in the eyes – and what he saw was a deep sadness, that was centuries old. How could he have forgotten, what his friend had been through after that fateful day in the Misty Mountains...
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flashback
Imladris, 613 T.A.
“Elrond! Elrond, mellon – nîn. I came as soon as I heard of that tragedy.” The woodland king had almost jumped from his white horse and approached Elrond in the courtyard. For a moment it seemed, as if he wanted to close his arms around the elflord, but in the end, he held back.
“How is she – how’s Celebrian?”
Elrond’s eyes gazed empty into nothingness. Never before, the lord of Imladris had looked so old and... lost!
He motioned for the Greenwood king to follow him towards the house of healing while he spoke in a small voice:
“She’s fading! There’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’ve tried everything... that assault... they...VALAR! Thranduil... I cannot even voice what those foul beasts did to her! I... I... – I cannot go on!”
And with that, he threw himself at the blond elf’s neck. Thranduil tensed at the touch but he knew, that his friend needed him right now, so he put his arms around Elrond to lend him some strenghth.
“She will sail!” Elrond whispered. “I know I have to let her go, but I’m not sure I can. I’m losing her and nothing I say or do can change this.”
He left his friends embrace and took a step back.
“I’m so glad that you are here, Thranduil, mellon-nîn.”
***
To give Elrond a few moments of peace, Thranduil had agreed to sit with Celebrian for a few hours. He sat on a chair near the bed, Arwen slumbered on a cot at the other side of the room. Celebrian was lying awake in bed and stared silently at the ceiling. The evening twilight bathed the walls in a strange reddish glow. It was deathly quiet.
Suddenly, the lady of the valley said:
“The stench is the worst!”
Thranduil moved with the chair a little closer.
“My lady?”
“Their stench. Whenever I close my eyes, I can smell it on my skin.”
“You smell like the purest rose, Celebrian – always...”
“Don’t speak like that with me! Nothing is pure anymore! When something like this happens, everything in the world seems to lose its beauty. You feel numb. And you cannot stand anyone touching you, not even your loved ones. You wake up in the morning after having horrible nightmares and all you can think of is to wash that stench from your body – and you scrub your skin until it’s almost bleeding and no matter what, you always feel...”
“... tainted!” Thranduil finished for her. “You feel it’s your fault something like that happened and you don’t want anyone to touch you, for you are so impure and you fear they could somehow get infected with your impurity.”
“You talk as if you know of what I speak, Thranduil?”
The Greenwood king squeezed his eyes shut – and made all those pictures in his mind vanish. He took a deep breath.
“Try to sleep now, Celebrian. I will guard your dreams!”
“Tell me, Thran – does Elrond know what happened to you?”
“I don’t know, what you speak of, meldis. Sleep now!”
end flashback
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
present:
Thranduil shook the memory from his mind and rested his hand on Elronds forearm.
“I’m sorry, mellon-nîn. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t forget Celebrian and your loss.”
Elrond sighed and his face reminded Thranduil of the look on the elflords face the day, when Celebrian actually sailed.
“We should take a little walk outside in the gardens, Elrond. I don’t think we are now in the right mood for an evening in your hall of fire!”
They walked in silence under a full moon and millions of stars until Elrond took a deep breath and stopped.
“It’s not only because of Celebrian – I loved her dearly, but there was never a passionate love between us. She even set me free, when she sailed. It’s the great emptiness I feel. And I fear what will be in the future. My sons have each other, soon they will want to leave this valley together and I won’t stop them. And Arwen... I’ve seen her fate and I know, that I will lose her.” The elflord gulped heavily and Thranduil took his friend’s hands in his.
“Am I cursed, Thranduil? Will everyone who’s important to me leave me?”
“I will not leave you, Elrond!” The blond king had no idea, were these words had come from, but deep in his heart, he knew, they were true. And he also knew another thing: there was more than friendship he felt for Elrond. With every fibre of his being, he longed to be the one to end the loneliness in Elrond’s life. What happened next was the hardest thing for him to do: Moon and stars were witnesses, when Thranduil gathered all courage he possessed and placed a kiss upon Elrond’s lips – a kiss so tender and soft, it was not more than a breeze in the nightly air, but the same time it meant so much more: a revelation, an avowal, an invitation.
TBC.
Translation:
saes – please
ion – son
mellon-nîn – my friend
meldis (f) - friend
Author:Githoniel
Part: 4/??
Pairing: Thranduil/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning:AU, slash, graphic sex, Twincest, later rape and child abuse mentioned
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: things happen in the presence, that evoke memories of old – and not all of them are good ones...
Authors Note: This is a gift for Setare! Happy birthday sweetheart!!!
// = thoughts
~~ = memories
Part 4
“Ssh... don’t speak. I want you to make love to me – both of you! Would you do that? Do you want me?”
“Legolas, you are drunk!” Elrohir stated.
“No, - well, I mean yes, but that’s not the only reason, I ask this of you. Ever since I saw you two together, I can’t get these thoughts out of my head: How your kisses would taste? How your hands on my body would feel? What would it be like, if you make love to me?”
“Your adar would kill us, Legolas!” Elladan said, but his voice clearly showed his desire to fulfill the young prince’s wishes.
“I don’t plan to tell him. Elrohir, Elladan – I’m still innocent in the matters of bedplay. I want YOU to be my firsts. Saes – kiss me! Touch me! Make love to me!”
Elrohir gulped heavily, trying in vain to keep his mind clear. The young prince, lying before them on the fur, begging them so wantonly to take his innocence from him was simply too arousing. The miruvor did the rest to that and he clearly felt, he was about to lose control and simply start ravishing the blond elf. It was just too tempting...
The younger twin turned his head only to see that is brother was in a similar state – the prominent bulge in his leggins clearly showed his arousal. Elladan mouthed a silent “I want him!” and now he couldn’t deny his own desire anymore. He nodded to Elladan, who bent down at once and captured the prince’s lips in a fiery kiss.
When Elrohir saw his brother taking possession of the sweet sensual mouth, he drew his tunic over his head and with his chest bared, he joined the kissing elves.
Legolas was thrilled, when he felt not only Elladan’s lips upon his, but also the other twin’s
hands under his tunic. A soft moan left his lips, when Elladan began to kiss his way up face to his ear and licked the sensitive tip.
“Are you sure, you want this, pen-velui?”
“Yes, yes –Elladan! Saes, touch me!”
And the older twin began to open the buttons of Legolas’ tunic while his brother fondled at the lacings of the young prince’s leggins. Soon the brethren had the Greenwood elf all naked and trembling lying between them.
While Elladan attacked Legolas mouth once more, Elrohir began to undress himself completely. When his twin saw, what he was doing, he guided Legolas gaze to the younger brother.
“Do you like what you see, Legolas? Do you want to touch him? To feel his smooth skin under your fingers? Do you want to taste him?”
The young Greenwood prince drew in a sharp breath and nodded. Elladan reached out to his twin and drew him on the rug next to them. He took one of Elrohir’s feet and began to lick at the toe, then he kissed the foot and the lower leg, the inner tigh... Elrohir moaned under the sensual onslaught, with growing desperation he realised, that his brother wouldn’t end this soon...
“Now you, my prince! Touch his leg – feel him. Now let your hand wander up, but don’t touch his memeber yet.”
Elrohir gasped! “Valar! Adan! Stop toturing me!”
But Elladan didn’t listen.
“You know, what drives him mad, Legolas? When you touch him underneath his sac.”
The young prince followed the given instructions and marveled at the fact, he could make Elrohir squirm in delight so easily.
“Now use your mouth upon him. Lick his lenght, suck him a little... yes! Yes, that’s it! – But you must stop now... he’s already too close. We don’t want him to spend too soon, do we?”
Elrohir hissed infrustration as the warm mouth left his arousal, but when he heard the voice of his brother, he was thrilled with anticipation.
“It’s always important, Legolas, to prepare your partner well.” He handed the young prince a bottle with oil. “Coat your fingers with that. And now, bring one finger to his opening and slowly push inside.”
When he felt Legolas’ finger enter him, Elrohir let a throaty wail escape his mouth, the young pince was no less excited.
“God he’s so tight! So hot!”
“More, Legolas! Elladan! MORE!!!”
After he had prepared the younger twin with three fingers, Elladan reached for the oil again and coated his own hands. The he sat in front of the prince and began to oil Legolas arousal.
“Ro, get on your hands and knees! That way, it will be easier for him...”
Elladan brought them both in the right positions, then he sat behind Legolas on his heels. He reached around the archers lithe body and guided the blond elf’s lenght to his brothers entrance. Legolas pushed a little, but then hesitated. Just when he felt the muscle give in and gripping the tip of his elfhood, he grew bolder and sheated himself fully.
“VALAR! That feels ...good. How is it for you, Elrohir? How does it feel?”
He felt Elladan behind him.
“Ssh, don’t speak now, my prince. You will know how it feels very soon, but not this night... We don’t need to rush this, we have all the time in arda. But now, saes, move! Don’t let Ro suffer too long – give him fulfillment!”
***
It was evening in the hall of fire and everyone was engaged in quiet small talk or play- all except for one: Thranduil paced the hall from one end to the other and wasn’t able to let the peaceful atmosphere of the fire illuminated room ease his troubles. Not to know, what his son was doing right now, made him nervous. Of course he knew, that Legolas wasn’t a child anymore and could make his own decisions – he even knew he had been overprotective and that the time had come, to let his son live his own life – but it hurt so much to let him go... After all, Legolas was the only one, he loved, the only one important for him... the only one? He let his gaze wander through the hall and easily spotted Elrond standing next to Erestor and Glorfindel at the wine table. Their gazes met and Elrond smiled at him. The elflord placed his goblet on the table and slowly walked up to him.
//My ion is not the only important person in my life – there is also another! One, who has been always there for me!//
When Elrond came to stand in front of Thranduil, he placed a hand on the blond king’s shoulder and squeezed it in assurance.
“He’s safe, mellon-nîn. Be at ease... there are guards around and he’s with two of my best warriors – don’t mind my fatherly pride.”
“You don’t understand, Elrond. I guess he’s well, but I won’t feel better until I KNOW it! I feel so helpless... I know there’s nothing I can do. He will grow up and leave me – I know it! I’m not yet ready to let him go but there’s nothing I could do to prevent that! How could you understand me?”
While saying the last words, Thranduil lifted his head and looked his old friend in the eyes – and what he saw was a deep sadness, that was centuries old. How could he have forgotten, what his friend had been through after that fateful day in the Misty Mountains...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
flashback
Imladris, 613 T.A.
“Elrond! Elrond, mellon – nîn. I came as soon as I heard of that tragedy.” The woodland king had almost jumped from his white horse and approached Elrond in the courtyard. For a moment it seemed, as if he wanted to close his arms around the elflord, but in the end, he held back.
“How is she – how’s Celebrian?”
Elrond’s eyes gazed empty into nothingness. Never before, the lord of Imladris had looked so old and... lost!
He motioned for the Greenwood king to follow him towards the house of healing while he spoke in a small voice:
“She’s fading! There’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’ve tried everything... that assault... they...VALAR! Thranduil... I cannot even voice what those foul beasts did to her! I... I... – I cannot go on!”
And with that, he threw himself at the blond elf’s neck. Thranduil tensed at the touch but he knew, that his friend needed him right now, so he put his arms around Elrond to lend him some strenghth.
“She will sail!” Elrond whispered. “I know I have to let her go, but I’m not sure I can. I’m losing her and nothing I say or do can change this.”
He left his friends embrace and took a step back.
“I’m so glad that you are here, Thranduil, mellon-nîn.”
***
To give Elrond a few moments of peace, Thranduil had agreed to sit with Celebrian for a few hours. He sat on a chair near the bed, Arwen slumbered on a cot at the other side of the room. Celebrian was lying awake in bed and stared silently at the ceiling. The evening twilight bathed the walls in a strange reddish glow. It was deathly quiet.
Suddenly, the lady of the valley said:
“The stench is the worst!”
Thranduil moved with the chair a little closer.
“My lady?”
“Their stench. Whenever I close my eyes, I can smell it on my skin.”
“You smell like the purest rose, Celebrian – always...”
“Don’t speak like that with me! Nothing is pure anymore! When something like this happens, everything in the world seems to lose its beauty. You feel numb. And you cannot stand anyone touching you, not even your loved ones. You wake up in the morning after having horrible nightmares and all you can think of is to wash that stench from your body – and you scrub your skin until it’s almost bleeding and no matter what, you always feel...”
“... tainted!” Thranduil finished for her. “You feel it’s your fault something like that happened and you don’t want anyone to touch you, for you are so impure and you fear they could somehow get infected with your impurity.”
“You talk as if you know of what I speak, Thranduil?”
The Greenwood king squeezed his eyes shut – and made all those pictures in his mind vanish. He took a deep breath.
“Try to sleep now, Celebrian. I will guard your dreams!”
“Tell me, Thran – does Elrond know what happened to you?”
“I don’t know, what you speak of, meldis. Sleep now!”
end flashback
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
present:
Thranduil shook the memory from his mind and rested his hand on Elronds forearm.
“I’m sorry, mellon-nîn. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t forget Celebrian and your loss.”
Elrond sighed and his face reminded Thranduil of the look on the elflords face the day, when Celebrian actually sailed.
“We should take a little walk outside in the gardens, Elrond. I don’t think we are now in the right mood for an evening in your hall of fire!”
They walked in silence under a full moon and millions of stars until Elrond took a deep breath and stopped.
“It’s not only because of Celebrian – I loved her dearly, but there was never a passionate love between us. She even set me free, when she sailed. It’s the great emptiness I feel. And I fear what will be in the future. My sons have each other, soon they will want to leave this valley together and I won’t stop them. And Arwen... I’ve seen her fate and I know, that I will lose her.” The elflord gulped heavily and Thranduil took his friend’s hands in his.
“Am I cursed, Thranduil? Will everyone who’s important to me leave me?”
“I will not leave you, Elrond!” The blond king had no idea, were these words had come from, but deep in his heart, he knew, they were true. And he also knew another thing: there was more than friendship he felt for Elrond. With every fibre of his being, he longed to be the one to end the loneliness in Elrond’s life. What happened next was the hardest thing for him to do: Moon and stars were witnesses, when Thranduil gathered all courage he possessed and placed a kiss upon Elrond’s lips – a kiss so tender and soft, it was not more than a breeze in the nightly air, but the same time it meant so much more: a revelation, an avowal, an invitation.
TBC.
Translation:
saes – please
ion – son
mellon-nîn – my friend
meldis (f) - friend