Heaven Knows

Heaven Knows
Chapter 4: TA180

It was the night before his majority. Elladan sat on the balcony railing, looking up at Ithil and the glittering stars about. Tomorrow he came of age, gained the status of an adult and the freedom and responsibilities that came with it. Tomorrow, he would be taught the nuances of physical pleasure. Tomorrow…

Elladan felt like tomorrow would never come. His Adar and Nanath asked whom he would like as his intimacy teacher, but he could give them no answer. Not because he did not know who he wanted in that role nor was it because he did not care. Quite the contrary, he knew who he wanted and knew that it was impossible. His mind wandered to images of lean muscles wielding a staff with deadly precision. Raven’s-wing hair hanging sleekly down a strong back, darker than the black robes it brushed against. Long fingers, seemingly permanently stained by ink and eyes like pitch holding more emotion than one might think. Elladan could and had gotten lost in their inky depths many times before. The heir of Imladris wished for Erestor to instruct him in matters of the flesh. He wanted Erestor to be the first to taste him, touch him, and love him. Elladan sighed. But that was not going to happen.

Why? Because Elladan had not spoken up. He never told anyone, including Elrohir, of his desire. It would be of no use. Erestor was millennia old; his grandparents actually survived the fall of Gondolin. His grandmother was Ecthelion’s daughter for Manwe’s sake! Why would an ancient and noble elf want to be with a simple peredhel? Elladan closed his eyes against the tears. He could hear the rich baritone of Erestor’s voice in his head, that voice which bewitched him during Astronomy lessons. But, could the elder elf not teach him just one more thing? It was after all, only a lesson, just like any other subject… lessons of intimacy? Surely Erestor would be willing. It was only one night…Elladan’s body began to respond anew, his member pulsed and his heart began to race. Yes, that was it;just one night,but would one night be enough? Could Elladan settle for only one night or would he desire Erestor more? What if it was not enough? The young prince wanted Erestor so bad it hurt at times. No, it was better that he leave Erestor be. He would simply let his parents choose his teacher.

Hurt and angry with himself, Elladan retreated into his room. He pulled the curtains closed with a jerk; effectively shutting out the simmering moon light that conjured up unwanted images of pale skin and raven hair aglow in the soft light. Stalking to the bathing chamber, Elladan drew water for his bath and threw in a handful of chamomile blossoms. They quickly infused in the warm water, releasing their calming aroma. The peredhel striped and sank into the welcoming water. He sighed. With his eyes closed he took calming breaths, the warm water relaxing his muscles. He was feeling better already. As he rested his head against the back of the tub, his imagination began to work its magic. Long fingers combed through his hair, but they were not his fingers. Gentle hands washed his chest and gently brushed his nipples, but they were not his hands. His member fit perfectly into the hand that now stroked it lazily, but it was not his hand. No, in Elladan’s mind, it was Erestor’s hand on his body, caressing him, teasing him. Fingers pinched at a nipple as it pebbled in the cool night air. The hand on his member began to fondle the sacks below. A sigh left his ruby lips. He sank further into the warm tub. Again a firm hand stroked the growing flesh between his legs. Water began to slosh as the hand stroked faster. The older twin gasped and moaned at the pleasure building in his body. His other hand continued to caress his torso before moving down to play with the now sensitized sacks. More and more the passion grew until Elladan could contain it no more. Arching his back he gasped and cried out his one desire to the empty room, before sinking back into the tub limply.

Outside the bathing chamber door, Elrohir stood in shocked silence. He had come to speak with his brother about tomorrow when he heard his twin cry Erestor’s name. It was odd for Elladan never commented on ellon, he seemed to appreciate and desire men, much the way Elrohir desired women, not ellith. Now, discovering this secret changed everything and he needed to rethink the plan before his brother made a terrible, irrevocable mistake! Leaving silently, the younger twin retired to his own room. He slept little that night as he realized the potential repercussions for what he knew he must do when the time came.

TBC