Tale of Two Brothers

Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 6, Confessions and Decisions
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elrohir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Elrohir, Glorfindel/Erestor, Elladan/Glorfindel
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 seeks solace in Erestor’s arms; Elrohir makes a confession to Elladan, Glorfindel seeks answers from Elladan


September 16th, 2965, Imladris

Glorfindel sat on a large rock close to their camp, watching the sunrise in the west. He had no more tears left to cry; all he felt was an aching emptiness inside. He had spent the night sitting upon that rock, hating himself for his weakness. He allowed himself to be used and could not blame Elrohir. Why should the young Peredhil not take what he so freely gave? After all, he took the same from Erestor. They had two more days left on patrol before returning to the Last Homely House, and he would make sure he was on opposite watch from Elrohir. He could not look at him anymore; he had finally reached his limit. He swore to himself that he would not take him to his bed again, no matter how beautiful he was, no matter how much he apologized for his transgression, no matter how much he loved him. He had to hold on to what little dignity he had left, and hearing his lover call another’s name while he knelt in the dirt before him was too much.

Why did he do this to himself? What had he become? He had one who loved him completely, who would forsake all others for him, who would bond with him if he would only let go of Elrohir. As he blankly stared at the horizon he thought of his good friend and sometime lover, he summoned his image in his mind. Long, raven hair, pure alabaster skin, lean yet muscular body; his deep voice speaking words of quiet wisdom, the soft yet commanding caresses of his hand. Erestor was one worthy of kneeling before, one who was worthy of commanding him; instead, he kneeled before his pupil. In a strange way, he found it interesting that Erestor had so easily mastered Elladan, he molded him as if he were clay, he completely resisted his charms and controlled every part of their relationship. Why could he not do the same with Elrohir? He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself against Elrohir. “No more.” He whispered to the orange sunrise.

* * * *

Elrohir sat against the base of a tree near the camp, looking at Glorfindel’s back. He had been unkind, treated him unfairly, and now he was paying for it. He promised himself he would not go to him again, he would leave him be, as he asked, but he could not help wanting to. He always felt so safe in his arms, so protected. Glorfindel had been his first and only lover, other than Elladan, and he drew his strength from him. From his earliest days, he looked to their seneschal for guidance, as Elladan had looked to their father. Elrohir had never been as close to their father as Elladan was. Elrond did not understand him, but Glorfindel did; he and the warrior were kindred spirits, and Elrohir had always tried to live up to the example that Glorfindel set for him. “A fine job I have done at that…” he whispered to himself. Glorfindel would never have done what he did, he would have never have asked something so unfair of one he loved. The warrior had tried to leave years ago, told him to go on and find someone else, and now Elrohir suspected that he had known about him and Elladan all along. Elrohir had dropped to his knees at Glorfindel’s feet, begging him not to turn him away, swearing his undying love and devotion to him and the warrior had relented. He knelt in the floor with him and took him in his arms and held him tight, and he had whispered that he loved him in his ear. Now Elrohir regretted that moment of weakness; had he left, as Glorfindel asked him to, the warrior would not be hurting now, and neither would he. He saw him move to rise and he scrambled to his feet, running back to camp before he was seen.

The following two days passed in a dull haze for both of them, Glorfindel spent as little time with Elrohir as he could. Upon arriving back at the barracks, Elrohir stowed his gear and returned to the main house as Glorfindel went to Elrond’s study to file their report.

* * * *

As Glorfindel entered the outer office, he saw Elladan first, followed by Erestor. He burned a hole through Elladan as he stared at him and made the younger Elf very uncomfortable. He turned his gaze to Erestor and managed a smile and the Counselor rose from his chair and crossed the room to greet him.

Erestor clasped his elbow and placed a kind hand upon his shoulder, “Mae Govannen, Glorfindel, welcome home. How are the borders of Imladris?”

Glorfindel smiled, he wanted to take him in his arms and bury his face in his dark hair, to clasp him to his chest and hold him for hours. He calmly replied, “Mae Govannen, Erestor. Imladris’ borders are safe as always. Is Lord Elrond available to hear my report?”

Erestor smiled, “No, he is sequestered with advisors from Lórien, they have been in there for hours. I will hear your report in his stead.” He looked across the room to Elladan, “If you are finished with your duties you may leave for the day, Elladan.” Elladan smiled and nodded, quietly leaving the two Eldar together.

As soon as the door closed behind the Peredhil, Glorfindel pulled Erestor into a tight embrace, and for a brief moment he felt his knees begin to buckle. Erestor held him tight, feeling the sorrow that weighed him down. He stroked his golden mane and whispered in his ear, “What is it, meldir? What is it that troubles you so?”

Glorfindel shook his head and quietly whispered, “I cannot speak of it now. Can you leave, are you finished for the day?”

Erestor pulled back and gazed into his friend’s blue eyes, “Aye, I can leave now. Come, let us return to your quarters where we can talk in privacy.” He pulled away and put the manuscripts he had been working on away and departed the office with his friend.

* * * *

Elladan returned to his room to find his brother waiting for him. He smiled and closed the door behind him, crossing the room with hurried steps to where his brother awaited him on the bed. Elrohir lay on his back staring at the ceiling and when Elladan entered he said nothing but held his arms out to him. Elladan fell upon his brother and Elrohir grunted playfully, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight.

“Oh, Elladan, I missed you so much, gwador.” He buried his face in his hair, breathing in soft scents of rosemary and sage.

“I missed you as well, Elrohir. I have hardly slept since you have been gone, it has become impossible for me to fall asleep without you by my side.”

Elrohir took Elladan’s face in his hands and kissed him softly, lapping at his lips with his tongue and tasting his mouth, he quietly whispered in between kisses, “Missed you… Love you… Want you…”

Elladan moaned softly, molding his body into his brother’s, spreading his legs and straddling him. He grew hard the moment he saw him lying on his back on the bed, the friction of his velvet robe rubbing between him and his brother was driving him to distraction. He whispered raggedly, “I want you, Elrohir, take me, claim me.”

Elrohir rolled on top of his brother and yanhis his robes over his head and nearly tore his own tunic takingoff.off. He rose from the bed and Elladan sat up yanking his leggings down and pressing his mouth into his stomach. Elrohir groaned, he was throbbing almost immediately, he ached for his brother and wanted him desperately. Elladan scooted back on the bed as Elrohir climbed on to it, straddling him and grasping his shoulder, flipping him to his stomach. He grasped his hips and raised them off the bed as Elladalledlled his knees underneath him. He thrust his tongue inside him and Elladan groaned loudly, clutching the bedcovers in his fists, breathlessly begging him to enter him. Elrohir’s fingers danced over his brother’s arousal, teasing him mercilessly. He stroked his own arousal with his other hand, coating himself with his own seed and positioned himself at his entrance. He sheathed himself in one thrust, and began thrusting in and out immediately as Elladan writhed and whimpered against him. He bent over his brother, hitting his mark repeatedly, holding Elladan’s quivering body beneath him and burying his face in his hair. He rode each wave of ecstasy higher, he moaned and bit down on Elladan’s shoulder as he spilled himself inside him. He panted against him, whispering his name over and over. Elladan moaned softly and pleaded with his brother to touch him. Elrohir rose and rolled him to his back, making his way down his torso and taking him into his mouth. Elladan groaned and arched his back, tangling his hands in his hair and moaning his name as he spilled down his throat.

Elrohir lay beside his brother, taking him in his arms and pressing soft kisses to his face, “Did I hurt you, a’maelamin?” Elladan silently shook his head, still panting and quivering in his brother’s arms. Elrohir looked at him, “Are you sure? I was somewhat rough. I am sorry, meleth nín, I got carried away.”

“I am fine, Elrohir,” he croaked, “you only did what I asked you to do.”

“Oh, Elladan, I did hurt you,” he clasped his brother tight, “Oh, please forgive me, a’maelamin, I did not mean to hurt you.”

Elladan caressed his brother’s face, “I will be fine, meleth nín, really. Please, do not worry, do not apologize. Amin mela le, Elrohir.”

Tears ran from Elrohir’s eyes, “I keep hurting those I love. Why do I do this?”

Elladan furrowed his brow and sat up looking down into his brother’s face, “Why do you say that? You have not hurt me, Elrohir. What has you so upset?”

Elrohir sniffled and took a deep breath, “I fear I have hurt Glorfindel beyond repair.”

Elladan pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “What happened, a’maelamin?” Elrohir relayed the story to his brother, telling him how he called out his name when he was with the warrior and how much it hurt him. Elladan took him in his arms and stroked his hair, “It will be all right, Elrohir. Glorfindel is stronger than you give him credit. He has known about us for sometime now, do not worry, it will be all right. Do not blame yourself for this, it was bound to happen eventually. You have been under a great strain, it was an easy mistake to make.”

Elrohir wiped his eyes and whispered, “Please do not make excuses for me, gwador. I have been selfish, wanting both of you, I must take responsibility for my actions.”

Elladan pressed a kiss to his head and stroked his hair as Elrohir fell asleep in his arms.


October 30th, 2965, Imladris

Glorfindel sat on the edge of his bed; his knees drawn up to his chest and his head and arms resting upon them. He had just finished a very unpleasant conversation with Elrohir. Glorfindel stared out the window, images of the twins haunted his thoughts, at first they were dreams, now he saw the two of them every time he closed his eyes. He asked Elrohir what it was about Elladan that held him so tightly, and he refused to answer. Elrohir told him he loved him still, he told him he could not choose between the two of them, and he left his room. He had been on the verge of forgetting what had happened in the woods, he had been on the verge of taking him back into his arms and his bed, but he did not.

The warrior had found himself obsessed with knowing why, knowing what it was that made it so impossible for Elrohir to choose between them as lovers. He would never ask Elrohir to cast aside his relationship with his twin, and he was not even asking him to stop going to his bed, he just needed to understand it, he needed to know why. Was Elladan that irresistible? Was he such a magnificent lover that Elrohir could not refuse him? He had to know, he had to have his questions answered. If Elrohir would not answer them, then Elladan would. He rose from his bed and left the room to seek out the elder twin.

* * * *

The mid-afternoon sun filtered through the window as Elladan was transcribing the last few pages of a long volume on Human history. The parchment he was working from was beginning to deteriorate and it made the process of duplication painfully slow. He set his quill down and rubbed his eyes; he did not get much sleep the night before. He and Elrohir had made love to one another into the pre-dawn hours. He worried for Elrohir; his twin was struggling with what to do about Glorfindel. He knew that Elrohir loved the warrior, almost as much as he loved him. Elladan had broken with Erestor after that first night that Elrohir came to him and lay with him, and that had been easy, he and Erestor were not in love; if anything, Erestor had been happy for him. Elrohir had the much harder task, to tell the only other one he had ever loved that he was in love with another. Elladan had his share of lovers before Erestor and Elrohir, and he had come to see lovemaking as an art form, until that first night with Elrohir. He had never made love to one he shared his heart with before and now that he had, he could not live without it. Each time he and Elrohir joined it brought them closer together, he would do anything for Elrohir, without question.

He leaned his head back against the top of the chair, staring up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. He thought of his brother, of his twin, of the one who shared his spirit. When he looked at Elrohir, he did not see a mirror image of himself as others did. He saw a totally separate individual. Elrohir had a powerful physique, eyes that sparkled with intensity, movements that were akin to a predator, stealthy and filled with purpose. Elladan had a more lean and long-limbed physique, eyes that were filled with reflection and introspection, movements that were like a cat, leisurely and effortless. It was true that they shared many features in common; waist long, dark brown hair, large gray eyes, full lips, Ell Elladan did not see those similarities, only the differences. Elrohir had always been the one to boldly forge ahead, to charge in without hesitation, the ultimate warrior. Elladan was a careful planner, he thought through each step; he thought of the ramifications of every action, he was the consummate strategist.

The story of their birth had been told often. It had been a difficult birth for their mother, which was unusual for an Elf. The healers and the midwife that were present said they had been entwined within her womb; that it was as if they would not let go of each other when it came time to be born, and then, they came close together. From their earliest hours of their new lives they could not be separated without one screaming for the other. As infants, they slept snuggled together in between their parents in their bed, when they were older they shared a room until they reached the age of their majority. They had never been apart for more than a few days in all of their lives. Many wondered how long their unusual attachment would last, what would happen wthe the day came for them to choose a mate. As wise and non-judgmental as Elves are, they both knew the true nature of their relationship would never be accepted, few would understand how deep their bond ran.

As he was lost in thought, he felt strong hands on his shoulders and he opened his eyes to meet the gaze of Glorfindel. For a brief moment he felt nervous, but he quickly covered it and smiled greeting the warrior, “Mae Govannen, Glorfindel. What brings you to the library this afternoon?”

Glorfindel released Elladan’s shoulders and pulled his chair back. “I would like to speak with you, Elladan, but not here. Come, walk with me.”

Elladan swallowed and rose from his chair, knowing better than to refuse him. He followed Glorfindel outside and though the gardens to his quarters. The warrior motioned to him to sit on the bed and he did as instructed, feeling more than a little uncomfortable being there alone with him.

Glorfindel stood with his back to Elladan, looking out the window. His arms were crossed and he said nothing for a few moments. Finally, he broke the uncomfortable silence, “I want to understand why Elrohir needs you so.”

Elladan swallowed hard, he was not entirely surprised by the question, but was definitely surprised by its frankness. He searched his brair anr an answer, “I… I think you should ask Elrohir.”

“I have.” He replied flatly.

“Elladan nervously cleared his throat, “Well, then why are you asking me if he gave you an answer?”

Glorfindel turned and crossed the room too quickly for Elladan to rise from the bed. The Eldar placed one hand on each side of him and leaned in so that he was inches from his face. “I did not say he answered me, I said I asked him. In fact, he could not answer, or would not. I know you have lain together, and I want to know what it is about you that keeps him away from me. I need to understand this Elladan, you have to help me understand.”

Elladan sighed, “I do not think I can do that Glorfindel. I have not asked Elrohir to leave you, neither of us wants to see you hurt.”

The warrior’s eyes narrowed and darkened, “I do not need your pity, Peredhil. I am not a lovesick Elfling.”

Elladan stammered, “That was not what I meant, I mean no disrespect, Glorfindel. Elrohir loves you, as do I. But, we cannot stop loving and wanting each other, I need him as much as he needs me, we love each other equally.”

Glorfindel inched closer to him, “What is it about you that makes you so irresistible to him? While I am sure that you are a skilled lover, you are no more skilled than I. Or are you? Perhaps I should see for myself.”

Before Elladan could protest, Glorfindel’s body was pressing him into his soft bed, the warrior’s full weight rested upon him as he pressed his lips to Elladan’s mouth. At first he resisted, pushing back against him and holding his mouth shut. But as the Eldar’s skilled mouth traveled to his ear he began to quietly moan and soften against him.

Glorfindel unbuttoned Elladan’s tunic with one hand and ran his hands inside it, caressing his soft, warm skin. He relentlessly fondled the younger Elf’s ear with his tongue, and his hands traveled across his bare chest. He was so soft and warm, his lips were sweet and irresistible, his silky voice by itself was arousing. Elladan was softer than Elrohir, more submissive, more moldable. A strange thought occurred to the Eldar as he began unlacing the younger Elf’s leggings, other than Elrohir, Erestor had been the last to touch him in this way. Having had Erestor as a lover practically guaranteed his skill in bed. His quiet moans and whimpers were driving him mad, he was incredibly aroused. It had not been his intention to do this, but now that he had started, he found he could not stop.

Glorfindel’s lips traveled down his neck to his chest and his heart pounded hard, so hard he thought it would burst. What was he doing? He alternated between struggling and acquiescing, wanting him and trying to escape him. All he had to do was say stop, all he had to do was to tell Glorfindel to let him up. He was becoming more and more aroused and he whispered raggedly, “Glorfindel, please…”

Glorfindel removed his mouth from Elladan’s nipple, lapping at it before pulling away. He stared down into eyes that were so like his lover’s, pressing his body into one that was so like Elrohir’s, but different, and he whispered, “Please what? Stop? Do you want me to stop, lirimaer?”

His breathing was rapid and his arousal pressed against the warrior’s thigh, “I… I… what about Elrohir?”

Glorfindel rolled off Elladan and sat up, “What about Elrohir? Do you say that to him about me? Should I remain faithful to him while he lies with you? Would it not simplify things if we all shared one another?” Elladan sat up and Glorfindel leaned in close again, “Are you saying you do not want me? You do not find me desirable?”

Elladan stared back into his striking blue eyes framed by a golden mane of silky hair. He did find him desirable, he did want him, badly. He parted his lips and tried to reply, but could not lie, he whispered breathlessly, “I do, I do want you.”

Glorfindel wadded the younger Elf’s hair in his fist and pulled his head back to expose his elegant neck. He growled, “So you want a taste of what Elrohir has had? Well so do I, rwalaer.”

He stripped Elladan’s tunic and pulled him back to the bed. He took his lover’s twin and he did it roughly, each kiss and each touch full of desperate need and want. Each kiss inflamed his desire, each soft moan, caused his arousal to twitch. When he entered his conquest he thought he would drown in him, the graceful arch of his back, his soft sable hair, his beautiful round, buttocks. He relentlessly hit his mark with each thrust, and Elladan cried out and climaxed without being touched. After he spent himself he collapsed upon him, his face nestled in Elladan’s soft hair, each breath taking in his beautiful scent, listening to his quiet, rhythmic breathing, feeling him tremble beneath him. After several minutes of strained silence he whispered, “I am sorry, Elladan. Did I hurt you?”

Elladan perepered quietly, “Not really, I will be fine.” After a pause he quietly continued, “I understand better now, why he cannot choose. I can only imagine how you two must be together.” He rolled over underneath the warrior and reached up, caressing his face, “It must be amazing. He does loou, ou, you know that.”

Glorfindel silently nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his full lips. He whispered, “I have always cared about both of you. I am trying to understand, Elladan. I do know why he loves you, I guess now I can understand why he wants you as well.” He swallowed, “Perhaps I could love you both, if you would both have me.”

Elladan’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to reply, but no words would come out. He had thought of proposing this to Elrohir, but he did not, he did not believe that Glorfindel would ever agree. He actually had begun to believe that Glorfindel hated him; but saw now that was not the case.

Glorfindel rolled to his back and placed his arm across his eyes. He could not believe what he had just said, he thought he must have lost his mind. Elladan rolled on top of him pulling his arm away and gently kissing him on the mouth. “You taste so good, Glorfindel, you are so beautiful.” He dipped his mouth to the warrior’s ear and whispered, “I would be the luckiest Elf in all of Elvendom to have both of you in my bed. By Elbereth, that I were so lucky.” His full lips caressed the curve of the warrior’s ear and he whispered huskily, “You have but tasted what I have to offer, seneschal. I would have you consume it all, if you would let me.”

Glorfindel’s breath caught in his throat and he felt his arousal twitch at Elladan’s words. By the Valar, he was enchanting; he had no idea the extent of Elladan’s charms. The fantasy he had harbored for so long was but a word away from reality. To have them both, to love them both, would be the most amazing and erotic experience of his entire life. He wondered what Elrohir would say, he wondered if Elladan meant to seriously propose it to his brother. “I cannot be the one to offer this to him, Elladan. He would never agree, if you mean what you say, it has to be you that broaches the subject with him.”

Elladan smiled, he knew his brother better than anyone, and he knew this was the solution to all their problems, twoulwould make Elrohir blissfully happy and it would be none too unpleasant for him as well. He pressed his lower body to Glorfindel’s as he felt his arousal reawaken. He whispered wickedly, “Would you like a taste of what it would be like? I will give you whatever you ask for, Glorfindel, you can have anything of me.”

Glorfindel tangled his hands in Elladan’s hair and slowly pulled his mouth to his. He whispered against his lips, “I would have your heart and your body, as I would have Elrohir’s.”

Elladan whispered in return, “My heart is no longer mine to give, but you may do with my body as you like, my Lord.”

Glorfindel growled, “Then I will take what I can, for now.” He rolled on top of Elladan and kissed him passionately. This time he would not be rough, this time he would show the Peredhil that he did love him, even if he did not love him as much as Elrohir. Something in his subconscious told him thatld nld not be the way it would always be.


To be continued…

Meldir = friend
Gwador = brother
A’maelamin = beloved
Meleth nín = my love
Amin mela le = I love you
Lirimaer = lovely one
Rwalaer = lusty one