Rîn dûr (dark memories)
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part 5
Title: Rîn dûr (dark memories)
Author:Githoniel
Part: 5/??
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 5
“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.
After a short moment frozen in shock, Elrond broke the kiss and took some steps back, his hands raised in a placating manner.
“Thran, I... I don’t know what to say. I don’t think... eh, You... You are important to me – our friendship is important to me. I don’t want to risk that!”
The Greenwood king gulped heavily. His sparkling green eyes became dull, his lips nothing more than a narrow line.
“I’m... eh..” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Elrond... I didn’t know you see it like that. I – I thought you feel the same!”
“What are these feelings, you have for me?”
“Don’t! Don’t make me say it aloud, now that you’ve already rejected me!”
“Thran..”
“No - saes. Elrond! I... I need some time alone now. Saes, let me go!”
And with that, Thran made his way back to the house with quick steps and left Elrond standing alone in the garden.
//Damned!//the elflord thought. //Now, that went well... And you are supposed to be wise Elrond Peredhel??? Why have I never noticed? I must have been blind!//
Slowly and with his head bowed, the lord of Imladris walked back to the house as well.
***
Thranduil paced the guest quarter!
//Oh, you are so stupid! You are a pitiful excuse for a king! Valar!!! How humilating! How disgusting! You are disgusting, Thranduil. You are weak. You are a nothing!//
It wasn’t his own voice, that had uttered these last words in his mind – but a voice from his past. From an elf long dead – from a past, he had hoped long buried!
//If only Legolas was here!// Thranduil thought. Without his son close, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the dark thoughts at bay that night. Normally, he would avoid to go to bed and spend the night with Elrond, playing chess and talking over a glass of miruvor – or rather a bottle! But now, he couldn’t even stay with his old friend. Most likely, he had ruined it all!!
//Have you really thought, he could love you? Your love is impure – you are tainted. He feels it too. That’s why he would never want you that close!//
Thranduil sqeezed his eyes shut and willed the voice in his head away. He changed into his nightrobe and sat in the big velvet armchair in front of the fireplace. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down in one go. He refilled his glass and did the same again.
//Maybe when I’m drunk enough, the dreams won’t haunt me.//
After he had emptied a whole bottle of potent wine, he fell asleep.
***
He couldn’t move. His hands were tied to the bed. Someone was touching him. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew! Then he felt cold metal touching his throat. He shivered.
“You like that, don’t you? Shall I press my knife into your flesh? Shall I open your carotid artery? Shall I end your pitiful existence?”
The blade was running down from his breastbone to his groin and cut into his flesh – not too deep, but enough to make him hiss in pain.
“Open your eyes, you poor excuse for a prince. Look at me!”
He forced his eyes to open. The other elf was strong. He radiated power. Every inch a mighty king!
The blond head dipped down and drew his tongue over the cut, to lick his blood.
“I’ll make you scream, ion-nîn.” He said in a raspy voice. “Scream until you forget to breathe!”
His thighs were forced apart, his knees pressed against his chest. There would be no further preparation. A throaty moan from his father – then came the pain!
There was a shift of perspective. Thranduil was standing now at the end of the bed, looking down at himself – a very young elf, little more than an elfling, screaming and writhing under his own fathers violent abuse. He wanted to scream, but no sound left his throat. He wanted to tear his father down from the young body, but he didn’t move. All he could do was to stand and look at the horror in front of him. Suddenly, he felt the young elf’s eyes, his own eyes, staring at him. But they were changing. The emerald orbs became more and more blue – until it were no longer his, but Legolas’ eyes. He heard a quiet sob coming from the bed. “Ada!” – That’s when Thranduil found his voice and started to scream.
***
Elrond found he couldn’t sleep. Thranduil’s revelation still spooked in his mind. The Greenwood king was his oldest and closest friend – he couldn’t risk losing this friendship. They had to talk!
Throwing a blanket over around himself, he took a candlestick and walked through the corridor towards the guest wing. He hadn’t yet reached Thranduil’s room, when he heard someone scream. The blanket slipped from his shoulders, when he stormed into the Greenwood king’s quarter.
He found Thranduil in a piteous state. Apparently plagued by a nightmare, the blond king was trashing in the armchair by the fire. Tears were streaming down his face and between his sobs and hoarse screams, he always uttered “Daro!” or “Legolas!” in greatest despair.
Elrond bent over to his friend and grabbed his shoulders.
“Thran... Thran! Wake up! It’s just a nightmare! You must wake...”
The Greenwood monarch shot up startled, his sons name upon his lips. He stared at Elrond and then at the elflord’s hands upon him.
“Don’t touch me! NO!”
“Shh – Thran... calm down. It’s me! Elrond. Your friend. Shh... You had a nightmare.”
“Legolas!”
“Legolas is safe. He’s with my ionath...”
“I need to see him!”
“Thran..”
”NO! Elrond, I NEED to see him!!! Where is that cabin?”
“We can ride there tomorrow, if that’s your wish.”
“No! We ride now!”
“Thranduil! It’s dead of night and it will take us several hours to get there. Let us wait ‘till the sun rises!”
“I cannot wait. I’ll ride now – with or without you!”
Elrond sighed.
“Ok, Thran. I don’t know, what has gotten into you, but we will ride at once. Give me just some minutes to dress. I’ll meet you at the stables in 15 minutes.”
***
Morning dawned. The first rays of light fell through the trees and shone through the windows of the small cabin. Upon the bed, three warm bodies lay entangled between the silken sheets. It was Elladan, who woke up first. He lay with his body tightly pressed against Legolas’ back, his face buried in the prince’s blond hair. The smell of sex, combined with Legolas unique scent was arousing. Last night, he had been the only one, who had found completition only by his own hands. It was time to change that. It was time to divest Legolas from his virginity in every sense of the word.
Slowly Elladan began to kiss and nibble his way down the young prince’s spine. If Legolas had already woken at this point, he didn’t make a sound. Elladan went further down to the swell of the blond elf’s firm buttocks. With is tongue, he ran down the cleft and started toying with Legolas untried opening.
A sharp intake of breath showed Elladan, that his lover was awake by now and he intensified the treatment. Legolas soft moaning was enough to wake up the younger twin, who lay face to face with the blond elf.
Elrohir smirked.
“Oh, Elladan – couldn’t you wait, ‘till we all were awake?”
“No, muindor – you had your fun yesterday! Now it’s my turn! What say you, my fair little prince – are you up to learn some more from me?”
Legolas moaned and nodded. The absence of the moist and warm tongue was maddening. His lenght was already rock hard and yearned for any kind of stimulation. His hands reached for his arousal but they were stopped by Elrohir.
“No... no no no –melethron. We don’t want you to touch yourself, do we, Elladan?”
“Of course not! Believe me, Legolas – we will show you such bliss... you don’t have to do anything. Just relax, enjoy...”
Elladan started to lick the prince’s entrance again, while Elrohir captured Legolas’ mouth in a fiery kiss.
Again Legolas tried to touch his still neglected arousal, he couldn’t help it.
“Oh, Elladan – our young lover is uncooperative... it seems, we have to teach him manners.”
The younger twin smirked, but the same time gave Legolas an encouraging wink. He didn’t want his unexperienced friend to become frightened.
Elladan nodded.
“Do you trust us, Legolas? You know, we would never hurt you. And if at any point you want us to stop, you just have to say a word...”
“Stop – are you jesting? You two are driving me mad! I beg you, stop torturing me! I need you! Now!”
The twins smiled and simultanous reached for the prince’s wrists. Tearing the silken sheets apart, Elrohir tied Legolas’ arms to the headboard, while Elladan spread the blond elf’s legs and sat between them.
“I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary – I will prepare you thoroughly my fair prince.”
He grabbed a vial of oil from the nightstand and coated his fingers.
“This may feel strange.” he said and with his index finger, he massaged the tight opening, until the muscle gave in and accepted the digit into the passage of Legolas’ body.
The young prince arched his back. The same time, Elrohir bent down and licked at the leaking tip of the blond elf’s neglected arousal. When Elladan added a second finger, Legolas tensed at first. But then Elladan touched something inside of him, that made him see stars.
“Valar! Do that again, saes!”
Elladan didn’t have to hear this plea twice. With now three fingers in the stretched passage, he made sure that he touched Legolas sweetspot all the time, while his brother sucked the prince’s lenght.
“Now Legolas... do you want me to take you? To sheat my sword so deep inside your body, that you can taste me upon your tongue? Do you want to know, what it feels like, to make love that way?”
The Greenwood prince whimpered: “Yes, yes- Elladan!” and the older twin reached for the oil again.
***
Even though they had ridden without a rest, it had taken them several hours to get to the cabin. Thranduil was anxious to see Legolas. He needed his son close now. He needed a reminder that life was good.
Once there, the king nearly jumped from his horse.
“Thran, wait! It’s still early in the morning. Most likely they are still asleep. If you storm in there like someone possessed, they will worry something happened.”
Thranduil nodded and slowed down. He entered the cabin quietly, Elrond a few steps behind. Obviously, the three young elves had have a great time the night before. Two empty bottles were rolling over the floor, the dishes still stood in front of the fireplace.
In silence, Thranduil opened the door to the sleeping room – but froze in shock at the sight that greeted him there.
His son was tied to the bed, one of the twins was holding his legs while the other...
Legolas felt eyes upon him and lifted his head.
“ADA!” he uttered dumbfounded.
Tbc.
Translation:
saes – please
ionath – sons
muindor – brother
melethron - lover
Author:Githoniel
Part: 5/??
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 5
“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.
After a short moment frozen in shock, Elrond broke the kiss and took some steps back, his hands raised in a placating manner.
“Thran, I... I don’t know what to say. I don’t think... eh, You... You are important to me – our friendship is important to me. I don’t want to risk that!”
The Greenwood king gulped heavily. His sparkling green eyes became dull, his lips nothing more than a narrow line.
“I’m... eh..” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Elrond... I didn’t know you see it like that. I – I thought you feel the same!”
“What are these feelings, you have for me?”
“Don’t! Don’t make me say it aloud, now that you’ve already rejected me!”
“Thran..”
“No - saes. Elrond! I... I need some time alone now. Saes, let me go!”
And with that, Thran made his way back to the house with quick steps and left Elrond standing alone in the garden.
//Damned!//the elflord thought. //Now, that went well... And you are supposed to be wise Elrond Peredhel??? Why have I never noticed? I must have been blind!//
Slowly and with his head bowed, the lord of Imladris walked back to the house as well.
***
Thranduil paced the guest quarter!
//Oh, you are so stupid! You are a pitiful excuse for a king! Valar!!! How humilating! How disgusting! You are disgusting, Thranduil. You are weak. You are a nothing!//
It wasn’t his own voice, that had uttered these last words in his mind – but a voice from his past. From an elf long dead – from a past, he had hoped long buried!
//If only Legolas was here!// Thranduil thought. Without his son close, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the dark thoughts at bay that night. Normally, he would avoid to go to bed and spend the night with Elrond, playing chess and talking over a glass of miruvor – or rather a bottle! But now, he couldn’t even stay with his old friend. Most likely, he had ruined it all!!
//Have you really thought, he could love you? Your love is impure – you are tainted. He feels it too. That’s why he would never want you that close!//
Thranduil sqeezed his eyes shut and willed the voice in his head away. He changed into his nightrobe and sat in the big velvet armchair in front of the fireplace. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down in one go. He refilled his glass and did the same again.
//Maybe when I’m drunk enough, the dreams won’t haunt me.//
After he had emptied a whole bottle of potent wine, he fell asleep.
***
He couldn’t move. His hands were tied to the bed. Someone was touching him. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew! Then he felt cold metal touching his throat. He shivered.
“You like that, don’t you? Shall I press my knife into your flesh? Shall I open your carotid artery? Shall I end your pitiful existence?”
The blade was running down from his breastbone to his groin and cut into his flesh – not too deep, but enough to make him hiss in pain.
“Open your eyes, you poor excuse for a prince. Look at me!”
He forced his eyes to open. The other elf was strong. He radiated power. Every inch a mighty king!
The blond head dipped down and drew his tongue over the cut, to lick his blood.
“I’ll make you scream, ion-nîn.” He said in a raspy voice. “Scream until you forget to breathe!”
His thighs were forced apart, his knees pressed against his chest. There would be no further preparation. A throaty moan from his father – then came the pain!
There was a shift of perspective. Thranduil was standing now at the end of the bed, looking down at himself – a very young elf, little more than an elfling, screaming and writhing under his own fathers violent abuse. He wanted to scream, but no sound left his throat. He wanted to tear his father down from the young body, but he didn’t move. All he could do was to stand and look at the horror in front of him. Suddenly, he felt the young elf’s eyes, his own eyes, staring at him. But they were changing. The emerald orbs became more and more blue – until it were no longer his, but Legolas’ eyes. He heard a quiet sob coming from the bed. “Ada!” – That’s when Thranduil found his voice and started to scream.
***
Elrond found he couldn’t sleep. Thranduil’s revelation still spooked in his mind. The Greenwood king was his oldest and closest friend – he couldn’t risk losing this friendship. They had to talk!
Throwing a blanket over around himself, he took a candlestick and walked through the corridor towards the guest wing. He hadn’t yet reached Thranduil’s room, when he heard someone scream. The blanket slipped from his shoulders, when he stormed into the Greenwood king’s quarter.
He found Thranduil in a piteous state. Apparently plagued by a nightmare, the blond king was trashing in the armchair by the fire. Tears were streaming down his face and between his sobs and hoarse screams, he always uttered “Daro!” or “Legolas!” in greatest despair.
Elrond bent over to his friend and grabbed his shoulders.
“Thran... Thran! Wake up! It’s just a nightmare! You must wake...”
The Greenwood monarch shot up startled, his sons name upon his lips. He stared at Elrond and then at the elflord’s hands upon him.
“Don’t touch me! NO!”
“Shh – Thran... calm down. It’s me! Elrond. Your friend. Shh... You had a nightmare.”
“Legolas!”
“Legolas is safe. He’s with my ionath...”
“I need to see him!”
“Thran..”
”NO! Elrond, I NEED to see him!!! Where is that cabin?”
“We can ride there tomorrow, if that’s your wish.”
“No! We ride now!”
“Thranduil! It’s dead of night and it will take us several hours to get there. Let us wait ‘till the sun rises!”
“I cannot wait. I’ll ride now – with or without you!”
Elrond sighed.
“Ok, Thran. I don’t know, what has gotten into you, but we will ride at once. Give me just some minutes to dress. I’ll meet you at the stables in 15 minutes.”
***
Morning dawned. The first rays of light fell through the trees and shone through the windows of the small cabin. Upon the bed, three warm bodies lay entangled between the silken sheets. It was Elladan, who woke up first. He lay with his body tightly pressed against Legolas’ back, his face buried in the prince’s blond hair. The smell of sex, combined with Legolas unique scent was arousing. Last night, he had been the only one, who had found completition only by his own hands. It was time to change that. It was time to divest Legolas from his virginity in every sense of the word.
Slowly Elladan began to kiss and nibble his way down the young prince’s spine. If Legolas had already woken at this point, he didn’t make a sound. Elladan went further down to the swell of the blond elf’s firm buttocks. With is tongue, he ran down the cleft and started toying with Legolas untried opening.
A sharp intake of breath showed Elladan, that his lover was awake by now and he intensified the treatment. Legolas soft moaning was enough to wake up the younger twin, who lay face to face with the blond elf.
Elrohir smirked.
“Oh, Elladan – couldn’t you wait, ‘till we all were awake?”
“No, muindor – you had your fun yesterday! Now it’s my turn! What say you, my fair little prince – are you up to learn some more from me?”
Legolas moaned and nodded. The absence of the moist and warm tongue was maddening. His lenght was already rock hard and yearned for any kind of stimulation. His hands reached for his arousal but they were stopped by Elrohir.
“No... no no no –melethron. We don’t want you to touch yourself, do we, Elladan?”
“Of course not! Believe me, Legolas – we will show you such bliss... you don’t have to do anything. Just relax, enjoy...”
Elladan started to lick the prince’s entrance again, while Elrohir captured Legolas’ mouth in a fiery kiss.
Again Legolas tried to touch his still neglected arousal, he couldn’t help it.
“Oh, Elladan – our young lover is uncooperative... it seems, we have to teach him manners.”
The younger twin smirked, but the same time gave Legolas an encouraging wink. He didn’t want his unexperienced friend to become frightened.
Elladan nodded.
“Do you trust us, Legolas? You know, we would never hurt you. And if at any point you want us to stop, you just have to say a word...”
“Stop – are you jesting? You two are driving me mad! I beg you, stop torturing me! I need you! Now!”
The twins smiled and simultanous reached for the prince’s wrists. Tearing the silken sheets apart, Elrohir tied Legolas’ arms to the headboard, while Elladan spread the blond elf’s legs and sat between them.
“I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary – I will prepare you thoroughly my fair prince.”
He grabbed a vial of oil from the nightstand and coated his fingers.
“This may feel strange.” he said and with his index finger, he massaged the tight opening, until the muscle gave in and accepted the digit into the passage of Legolas’ body.
The young prince arched his back. The same time, Elrohir bent down and licked at the leaking tip of the blond elf’s neglected arousal. When Elladan added a second finger, Legolas tensed at first. But then Elladan touched something inside of him, that made him see stars.
“Valar! Do that again, saes!”
Elladan didn’t have to hear this plea twice. With now three fingers in the stretched passage, he made sure that he touched Legolas sweetspot all the time, while his brother sucked the prince’s lenght.
“Now Legolas... do you want me to take you? To sheat my sword so deep inside your body, that you can taste me upon your tongue? Do you want to know, what it feels like, to make love that way?”
The Greenwood prince whimpered: “Yes, yes- Elladan!” and the older twin reached for the oil again.
***
Even though they had ridden without a rest, it had taken them several hours to get to the cabin. Thranduil was anxious to see Legolas. He needed his son close now. He needed a reminder that life was good.
Once there, the king nearly jumped from his horse.
“Thran, wait! It’s still early in the morning. Most likely they are still asleep. If you storm in there like someone possessed, they will worry something happened.”
Thranduil nodded and slowed down. He entered the cabin quietly, Elrond a few steps behind. Obviously, the three young elves had have a great time the night before. Two empty bottles were rolling over the floor, the dishes still stood in front of the fireplace.
In silence, Thranduil opened the door to the sleeping room – but froze in shock at the sight that greeted him there.
His son was tied to the bed, one of the twins was holding his legs while the other...
Legolas felt eyes upon him and lifted his head.
“ADA!” he uttered dumbfounded.
Tbc.
Translation:
saes – please
ionath – sons
muindor – brother
melethron - lover