Tale of Two Brothers

Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 4, Desperation and Devotion
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: Glorfindel turns to Erestor for help, Elladan and Elrohir share a night of passion.

July 8th, 2950, Imladris

Glorfindel sat perched on a high branch, gazing down at the twins as they lay in the sunshine. They were both shirtless and had removed their boots, spreading out their cloaks as blankets to lie upon. He silently cursed himself, he had resorted to spying on them and he hated it. Elrohir’s visits to his chamber were more and more infrequent, mostly due to the extended Orc hunting ventures they went on; but even when they were home, he did not come to him every night as he was once wont to do. He had told himself, so long ago, not to fall in love with him; that he was merely a means to an end, that he was helping the young Peredhil grow up. But somehow, along the way, Elrohir had captured his heart and now he felt empty without him. This confusion was compounded by the fact that he had taken Erestor to his bed on several occasions, in Elrohir’s absence. He was not using his friend, he cared for him deeply, and some part of his mind knew that he belonged with Erestor, but his heart would not let go of Elrohir.

He watched the brothers laugh and talk, he saw the occasional affectionate glances, the soft touches, the seductive smiles, and it made him ache inside. He could understand why they loved each other so completely, he saw how much they wanted each other, and he imagined what that must be like. He secretly wanted to share in that with them, even if the one he loved would never love him the same. He wondered what had happened to him; he used to be so proud, so sure of himself, so smugly confident. All that had ended when he made love to Elrohir that first night, though he denied it to himself at the time. He was trapped and did not know how to free himself; nothing had worked, only training had provided relief, and that was temporary. There was only one other thing he knew to do and he had not resorted to it in over an age. He could not ask Elrond’s help for it would be too difficult to explain, so there was only one other who could help him. He silently scaled down the tree and left the brothers by the river.

* * * *

“You want me to do what?” The Chief Counselor’s eyes were wide with shock; he could not believe the words that came from his friend’s mouth.

Glorfindel hung his head and sighed, “Please, meldir, it is the only thing I know to do.”

Erestor paced his chamber uncharacteristically, his hands clasped behind his back. He shook his head and quietly responded, “While I can see why you would look to these means to alleviate this nagging… discomfort, I cannot see why you askinsking me to do it. We are too close Glorfindel; this is not advisable. Perhaps there is someone else, what about Gildor? He knows the old ways, he could do it.”

The warrior stood in the middle of his chamber, looking bent and broken, looking desperate. “No, Erestor. I cannot risk it; I cannot risk Gildor finding out about them. Please, you are the only one I trust to do this. I am begging you, Erestor.”

Erestor sighed, “Ai, Glorfindel. This could be very bad, I am not sure I can do this to you. I have not performed it in so long and I have never performed it on one I cared for. I do not know that I have the skill.”

Glorfindel turned his blue eyes to those of his friend and dropped to one knee before him, taking his hands in his, “Please Erestor, I cannot go on like this. I do not know who I am anymore, I have lost my warrior’s spirit, I have lost the will to fight, I am weak, I am… breaking.”

Erestor stroked his golden mane, “Why is it that I can never refuse you? You touch me in ways others cannot, meldiramin.” He paused and gazed at the golden beauty that kneeled before him, “Alright, I will do as you ask. But I will not enjoy it.”

Glorfindel pressed his hands to his face and a single tear traced down his cheek, “Thank you, Erestor, thank you, meldiramin.”

Erestor sighed, “Tonight, after the rising of the moon. You know where to go and what to bring.”

Glorfindel nodded and pressed the Counselor’s hands to his lips, then rose and departed his quarters.


* * * *

“I fear I am hurting him, Elladan.” The soft voice drifted into his ear as he lay face down on the bed.

Elladan rose up and looked into the eyes of his brother who lay beside him under the covers. “When did you come in, a’maelamin?”

Elrohir sighed, “Just now, I could not sleep. Do not worry, no one saw me, all are in bed.”

Elladan rolled over and took Elrohir in his arms, “I know you do not wish to hurt him, nor do I. But what can we do? I will not ask you to leave him, Elrohir. But I fear that it would make no difference. He knows, I can see it in his eyes, an wil will never confront you about it.”

Elrohir lay on his back on the bed and covered his eyes with his arm, “How did I let this happen? How could I be so irresponsible as to hurt him this way? He has done naught but love me and treat me with kindness, and this is how I repay him for that love.”

Elladan snuggled to his brother, “I wish I knew the answer, Elrohir, but I do not. You will have to decide how best to handle this, and I will support you in whatever decision you make.”

Elrohir wrapped his arms around his twin, taking comfort in his embrace and the soft smell of his hair. “Amin mela le, Elladan.”

Elladan placed a soft kiss to his brother’s cheek, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.” He trembled slightly as he felt his brother’s hands caress his bare skin and heard him softly sigh as they drifted in to the slow rhythm of seduction. His lips traveled to his brother’s throat as he moaned softly, his tongue darting out to tease the flesh along his jugular, and white hot fire erupted inside him, spreading throughout his entire body.

Elrohir turned his head and met the soft, full lips of his brother, and he plaintively moaned as he felt Elladan’s tongue slide inside his mouth. Fire ignited in his loins from his brother’s kiss and he clasped him to him tighter, pressing his groin to his and pulling him on top of him. “Take me, Elladan,” he whispered raggedly, “Take me here in your bed; I want you, gwador.”

Elladan sat up and grasped Elrohir’s arms and quickly jerked his nightshirt over his head. He lay back upon him and spread his legs with his knees, rubbing his arousal between his younger brother’s legs, whispering words of passion to him as he ground against him, lubricating both himself and Elrohir with his heavily weeping desire. His fingers traveled to his brother’s entrance and slid inside, earning a gasp from his brother at the sudden intrusion. He stroked his brother’s pleasure spot and watched him writhe and moan. He teased his arousal with his fingers, softly stroking it without taking him in hand. Elrohir was pleading with him and Elladan granted him what he begged for, taking his legs up in his arms, and sheathing himself in one forceful thrust, aided only by his own seed. He clamped his hand over his brother’s mouth to stifle his cry as he paused and gave him time to accept him. Elrohir drew Elladan’s fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them and swirling his tongue around them as he watched his brother’s eyelids flutter and heard him moan in response. Elladan took his brother’s arousal in his hand and began pumping it in time with the motion of his hips. Elrohir braced himself against the head of the bed, pushing down to meet his brother’s thrusts. Two perfectly matched bodies moved in time with one another, Elrohir’s legs wrapped around his brother’s waist, Elladan’s face hovering over his brother’s, dipping down to taste of his full lips. Each thrust seemed to lay their souls bare, no more pretense, no more polite words of brotherly love, only raw passion and all consuming love was left. They climaxed together and Elladan fell against his brother, Elrohir clasping him to him stroking his hair and whispering loving words in his ear.

The elder twin slowly slid down his brother’s body, lazily cleaning his brother’s belly with his tongue as Elrohir quietly moaned and quivered beneath him, stroking his hair in his hands. His voice trembled slightly as he whispered to him, “Each time brings me closer, Elladan, each time we join brings me closer to you, if that were possible.”

Elladan rose and met his brother’s moist lips with his own. He looked deeply into his brother’s eyes as he spoke, “Aye, gwador. We are two halves of one whole, one spirit shared between two vessels. We are forever joined, forever linked, one with the other.” He took his brother in his arms and they slept quietly together until dawn.


* * * *

Glorfindel stood barefoot on the cold stone floor, his light cloak hanging loosely about his shoulders. He looked around at the room that served only one purpose, it had been many long years since he stood in that position in a room like that one. He had been younger then, and he remembered trembling with fear, like a wide-eyed animal cornered by a predator. It had been his choice then as well, and he had been afraid of what he did not know. He was afraid now too, not of what was to come, but of what would come afteIf iIf it did not work he had nowhere else to turn. He had to find his true self again; he needed to be who he had been before all this had so innocently started. He stared solemnly at the large chest that lay against the wall, a thick layer of dust lay across its top, it had not been used in many, many years.

The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges as it opened, and Erestor entered, dressed in robes for the occasion, black velvet and suede covering his frame, black leather encasing his calves and his hands. There were no friendly words of greeting, no idle chat, only a tersely spoken command. “Remove your cloak.” His voice was flat and cold, without emotion, but it belied what was in Erestor’s heart, for he shook so hard inside that he feared he would come apart. He had consumed almost a half tankard of strong Mirkwood bra but but to no avail, his mouth was still dry and his palms sweated inside his leather gloves.

Glorfindel hesitated for a moment, and the back of a leather clad hand sent him rocking backwards on his feet. He bit back a groan as he felt as if his jaw would come unhinged. He quickly pulled the closure on his cloak and it dropped to the floor. His lack of response and willingness to be treated thus alarmed the Counselor. Normally, Glorfindel would have had him by the neck, feet dangling, as he extracted an apology from him for daring to strike him.

“Back to the wall.” Again, emotionless, cold words, spoken with strict authority. He quickly turned and leaned back against the cold stone wall, his almost naked form shivering in the cool, damp air of the underground chamber. Erestor motioned with his eyes and Glorfindel spread his arms and legs and felt the cold bite of the metal shackles as they closed around his limbs. The Chief Counselor swallowed and tried to shake off the cloak of fear that closed around him, he set his jaw, and began his task. He silently prayed to the Valar to give him the courage to do what he knew had to be done. He pressed the handle of his whip into his prisoner’s sternum, he leaned forward and growled, “You are weak, seneschal. Weak of heart and of spirit. Where is the great warrior I have heard of? Where is the great Balrog Slayer now? He has been turned to a sickly, whimpering, coward. Feigning like a lovesick she-Elf over a mere Elfling. You disgust me, Eldar, you do not deserve the title of warrior, you do not deserve to be honored as you are.”

Glorfindel closed his eyes and swallowed, “Aye, that is true.”

It came so hard and so fast that he could not stop the gasp that came from him. Thin leather biting into his skin, stinging and burning so badly that he bit down on his lip to contain his cry. Erestor leaned in and growled again, “Do not address me as your equal, weakling, you do not deserve to lick my boots clean. You are no warrior, you are nothing more than a concubine to a spoiled young Elf Lord.”

“Yes, my Lord.” He whispered. The next hail of blows left him reeling; he bit though his lip to contain his cries. Red, angry welts were raising all across his chest, arms, and thighs; they came one after the other, without pause, for what seemed an nitynity. Erestor leaned in, pressing his body against the warrior’s, and pressed the handle of the whip against his throat, exerting just enough pressure to make him feel as if he would choke, but not enough to cut off his air. He narrowed his eyes and silently prayed that this would work for he did not think he could continue. He felt each blow that he dealt out as if it were landing upon his own body. “Why do you crawl on your knees through the dirt for that simpering boy? Why do you disgrace yourself by sharing a rank and foul bed with one who would rather lay with his own kin, with his own brother? You would rather lay with an abomination than with one who deserves a warrior? You disgust me, you both disgust me, perhaps Elrohir should be chained next to you, for he deserves the beating as much as you.”

Glorfindel had felt anger steadily rise in him with each poisonous word that Erestor spoke and the very thought of Elrohir being beaten was more than he could take. “How dare you!” he growled and pulled at his restraints. “You have no right to speak of him that way, that was not part of our agreement, that is not why we are here!” He trashed against his bindings and Erestor was glad he had chosen to restrain him in this manner. “Lay one hand upon him and I swear there will be another kinslaying!”

Erestor smiled and stepped forward, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow. He quietly continued, “Well then, it appears the warrior spirit in you is not entirely dead now is it?” He could feel the warrior’s erect desire pressing into his thigh. “You slay me? That is laughable, you have neither the courage nor the stomach to do anything of the sort. I am surprised that you are able to stand up straight seeing as you spend all your time on your knees for that pathetic, spoiled brat.”

Glorfindel growled, “I swear it Erestor, stop now or I will…”

Erestor laughed softly, though it was not what he was truly feeling, “Will what? Crawl after me and beg me to beat you? For that is what you did this afternoon, fell to your knees and begged me to master you, although I imagine it was easy considering how much time you spend on your knees.”

Glorfindel was livid, his eyes were almost black and his lip curled in a sneer. This was not what he had asked for. The hail of blows from the whip he could endure, but the searing words that issued from Erestor’s mouth was more than he could bear. “I did not beg for this.” He said coldly.

Erestor ground his hips against him, “You should not have begged for anything, but then, that is what you are now, is it not? A beggar?”

The warrior frowned and his eyes narrowed, “I am no beggar.” Erestor was so close to him he could feel his breath on his face, the motion of the Counselor’s hips rocking into him was almost more than he could bear. He strained against his bonds, he could not tell if he wanted to take him or throttle him. “Release me.” He said flatly.

Erestor drew his tongue along the Eldar’s jaw and whispered, “As you wish.” He removed the shackles from his ankles then from his wrists. He turned and moved to leave when he felt the strong hand of Glorfindel on the back of his neck. Glorfindel turned him to face him and leaned down, taking his cloak in his fists and pulling his face up to meet his own.

Erestor peered into his dark eyes and he ached for him, he fought back a smile as he saw the fire that had been rekindled in them, he had his warrior back. Glorfindelssedssed a passionate kiss to the Counselor; his tongue forcing its way in as he hungrily consumed him. He lifted and turned Erestor so that his back was against the wall, he pressed his body into his and hissed as he felt the fabric of the Counselor’s robes press against his raw flesh. Hew hiw his hand down Erestor’s face and hispeispered, “I know what it is you tried to do, and perhaps you succeeded for I no longer feel weak. You are a true and good friend, Erestor. I will not forget it.” He pulled away from him and threw his cloak around his shoulders.

Erestor stepped away from the wall and whispered, “My heart is as raw as your flesh, meldir. I took no pleasure in speaking those words, nor did I take pleasure in injuring you. I love you, Glorfindel, I would do anything to ease your breaking heart, no matter what the cost to my own.”

Glorfindel turned and looked upon his friend and placed a kiss upon his lips, “I am sorry, Erestor. I have been selfish and asked too much of you, I will not do it again. How can I repay you for what you have done for me? I would show you how I feel, if I were able.” he looked down at his now aching body that was covered in red welts and burgeoning bruises.

“Let me take care of you, meldir. Let me soothe what I have caused.” He whispered.

Glorfindel extended his hand and left the chamber with the Counselor.


To be continued…

Meldir = friend
Meldiramin =friefriend
A’maelamin = beloved
Amin mela le = I love you
Gwador = brother