Tale of Two Brothers
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,719
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Tale of Two Brothers, Chp 7
Title: A Tale of Two Brothers - Chapter 7, Discovery
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, 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.
Summary/Notes: Glorfindel enters into a strange relationship with the Twins
He closed the shutters on his windows, and drew the heavy velvet drapery tight, shutting out the cool night air, before moving to the fireplace, setting another log on the fire and replacing the screen. He was dressed in a cream and gold silk robe, tied loosely about his waist; the soft fabric clung to his body and reflected the golden color of his silken hair. The robe had been a gift from Elrohir and he wore it for this occasion. His hair was loose, he had chosen not to braid it after his bath, and it cascaded around his shoulders, hanging down to the middle of his back. He sat down in the large overstuffed chair and waited for his guests to arrive. He folded his hands in his lap as he stared into the fire, focusing on the dancing flames and the sound of crackling logs, rather than the rapid pounding of his heart. He was nervous, a feeling he was not accustomed to in the least. This was to be their first night together, the three of them; he had each of them individually, but never together. He was unsure as to how it would feel, having them both in his bed, making love to both of them, loving them both.
He and Elladan had lain together on four separate occasions before this night. The first when he had confronted him in the library, the second, when Elladan sought him out in his chambers. The third time, he searched for Elladan, finding him in the gardens. He drug him into a dark corner of a little used area, and took him in the tall grass. The fourth time had been the most erotic, Elladan found him in the baths with some of the other officers and sat next to him, close enough that he could touch him, unseen, under the water until they were finally alone; after the others left, he straddled the warrior and made love to him then and there. It had been that last time that had sealed the bargain; he was falling in love with the older twin as he did with his brother. Elrohir had known about all of the times he and Elladan had joined, for the brothers did not keep secrets from one another. He and Erestor had returned to being platonic friends and the Counselor said he understood the warrior’s predicament; he knew how deeply Glorfindel had come to love Elrohir over the years, and he saw that he was also beginning to love Elladan in the same way. Glorfindel felt a pang of regret when he thought of the beautiful Chief Counselor of Imladris, had they come together sooner, before he and Elrohir had lain together, things might have turned out differently. However, as Erestor himself was fond of saying, things are what they are, whether they make sense to us or not.
He had not taken Elrohir to his bed since that night, months ago in the forest, when he had called out his brother’s name in a moment of passion. Now he was taking both of them to his bed, entering into a strange relationship with the twin sons of his Lord Elrond. Elladan had proved to be a remarkable lover, soft and gentle, pliable and submissive, yet voracious and insatiable; he would not refuse the warrior anything that he asked for. He was enchanting, intelligent, beautiful, elegant, and seductive. When those traits were combined with the already strong bond he and Elrohir shared, Glorfindel could understand the attraction; he could see why they loved each other so. He wondered how he would fit in to this relationship with the two of them; he had loved both of them their whole lives, loved them as Elflings, loved them as the warriors and strong sons they had become, and now he was to be the lover they shared.
A soft knock on the door broke his reverie and he looked up to see them enter the room, closing and latching the door behind them. He rose from his chair and was greeted by the smiles on their faces. Elladan crossed the room first, followed by his brother, and took Glorfindel’s hands, placing a soft kiss upon his lips, “You are beautiful, Glorfindel.” He whispered in his ear. Just having him that close sparked a fire inside him, his voice was silky and deep, and he smelled of sandalwood.
Elrohir followed, his eyes still clouded with regret for what had happened between them, and also kissed him, “Yes, you are radiant, my Lord.”
Glorfindel reached out and took Elrohir in his arms, holding him gently, trying to soothe his troubled heart. He felt his tears wet his robe and he stroked his hair and whispered in his ear, “I understand now, Elrohir. I am sorry I did not before. All is forgotten, meleth nín, I have forgiven you, now please forgive yourself.”
Elrohir pulled back and looked up at him as the warrior wiped the tears from his eyes, and gently kissed his cheeks. Elrohir answered softly, “Amin mela le, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel smiled at him gently, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.” He replied. He looked at Elladan and smiled, holding out his hand and drawing him into an embrace with both of them. “I love you both.” He whisp.
.
Elladan purred in his ear, “And we both love you, Glorfindel.”
The tender embrace evolved into the beginnings of lovemaking. Elladan’s hand traveled down the warrior’s back, resting upon the swell of his buttocks. His lips traveled along the gentle curve of his ear and stopped at the point, tenderly sucking on it as he purred to him. His other hand traveled up into his brother’s hair, softly massaging and caressing his neck and scalp. Elrohir’s hand traveled up into Glorfindel’s hair, tangling his fingers in it as he kissed his neck and shoulder. His other hand cupped his brother’s backside, pulling him closer as his fingers gently kneaded the soft flesh and hard muscle.
Glorfindel stood in between them, in a magical trance. Twin sets of lips caressed his skin, two similar, but different bodies pressed into him, two similar voices softly moaned and purred in his ears. It was like an erotic dream, one from which he never wanted to wake. He felt hlf blf being led backwards to the bed, his heart raced in his chest, his breath began to quicken, and a pulsating fire raced through his body, starting in his loins and spreading outward to his extremities. He felt his robe slip from his shoulders, and the soft silk and velvet of the twins’ robes brush against his bare skin. They whispered loving words in his ears as their hands and mouths consumed him. They guided him back to the bed and he lay down on his back, watching them disrobe one another, watching them touch each other and kiss each other. It was the single most seductive and beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. They were almost mirror images, save the subtle differences that made each one an individual. They kissed one another gently, but passionately, and touched one another as they quietly moaned and whispered to each other.
They stood face-to-face, arms wrapped around one another, bodies pressing into one another, and they turned to look at him and smiled. They parted and climbed upon the bed, one on each side of him, and lowered themselves to their hands and knees. They looked at each other and smiled wickedly, communicating to each other without words, as they had done all their lives. Elrohir stretched out next to the warrior, draping one arm across his waist and nuzzling his ear. Elladan straddled him on all fours and dipped his mouth to him, lapping at him like a cat laps at a saucer of cream. He started at his thighs and worked his way up, skipping over his groin to start again at his stomach, working his way to one nipple. He focused on that nipple for what felt like an eternity, sucking and nibbling, licking and blowing on it until it was a hard pebble, before traveling to the other to do the same. He continued his way up to his neck and stepped to the side, lying down next to him and focusing on his ear.
Elrohir took his place, rising and lying between his legs, brushing his full lips through the soft hair around the base of his arousal, and drawing his tongue up the underside. Glorfindel moaned and arched his back, he felt Elladan’s mouth return to his chest as Elrohir took the Eldar’s length into his mouth.
Elladan moved to his lips and pressed his tongue inside his mouth, tasting him, exploring the deepest recesses of it before pulling back. He whispered against his lips, “Would you like me to take him now? Would you like to watch?”
He moaned again as Elrohir continued his relentless torture, and whispered raggedly, “Yes…”
Elladan smiled and moved down to straddle his brother’s legs, drawing his tongue into the cleft of Elrohir’s backside, before pressing it inside him. Elrohir moaned as he went about his work, causing a slight reverberation along Glorfindel’s length. The Eldar thrust into his mouth, wadding the bedcovers in his fists, he was very close and watching Elladan was driving him over the edge. Elladan withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his fingers, gently stretching and opening him as he rubbed his powerful back with his free handlrohlrohir began to moan as he took Glorfindel into the back of his throat and the warrior groaned loudly as he spilt himself in his mouth. Elrohir began to clean him with his tounge, still moaning and whimpering as Elladan increased his efforts. Glorfindel trembled as he watched Elladan straddle his brother, parting his buttocks and entering him as Elrohir’s tongue lapped at his belly. Elrohir groaned when his brother penetrated him, arching his back and slowly turning his gaze to Glorfindel.
Elladan held his hips steady as he slowly thrust in and out, angling until he hit his mark, causing Elrohir to cry out and buck back against him. Elrohir’s eyes fixed on the warrior’s; he panted through his swollen lips, his eyes darkened and his eyelids fluttered. Glorfindel was transfixed, he could not move, could not speak, he could only watch. His breath came heavy and he felt his arousal reawaken as he watched Elladan ride out his desire, thrusting deeper each time. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as he spent himself inside his brother, and Elrohir groaned, clutching the covers in his fists, still gazing at Glorfindel.
Elladan withdrew and lay down beside the warrior as Elrohir knelt above him, his rigid desire arching toward his belly. His hair fell around his shoulders and his eyes were dark gray, he licked his full lips, and a ragged sigh escaped him as Glorfindel reached up and pulled him down into Elladan’s arms, rolling on top of him and taking him into his mouth. Elrohir reclined in his brother’s embrace as the Eldar took him in his mouth. He reached up and clasped his hands around Elladan’s neck as he arched his back, rapidly drawing toward completion as Glorfindel relentlessly swallowed him. He groaned loudly as he spilled down the warrior’s throat, and lay panting against his brother as Glorfindel lovingly cleaned him.
Glorfindel fell to the bed and they curled up in his arms, each one resting their head upon one of his shoulders. They whispered and purred in his ear, swearing to love him for the rest of their lives and he swore his love to them as well. They spent the rest of the night sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms.
To be continued…
Meleth nín = My Love
Amin mela le = I love you
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, 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.
Summary/Notes: Glorfindel enters into a strange relationship with the Twins
He closed the shutters on his windows, and drew the heavy velvet drapery tight, shutting out the cool night air, before moving to the fireplace, setting another log on the fire and replacing the screen. He was dressed in a cream and gold silk robe, tied loosely about his waist; the soft fabric clung to his body and reflected the golden color of his silken hair. The robe had been a gift from Elrohir and he wore it for this occasion. His hair was loose, he had chosen not to braid it after his bath, and it cascaded around his shoulders, hanging down to the middle of his back. He sat down in the large overstuffed chair and waited for his guests to arrive. He folded his hands in his lap as he stared into the fire, focusing on the dancing flames and the sound of crackling logs, rather than the rapid pounding of his heart. He was nervous, a feeling he was not accustomed to in the least. This was to be their first night together, the three of them; he had each of them individually, but never together. He was unsure as to how it would feel, having them both in his bed, making love to both of them, loving them both.
He and Elladan had lain together on four separate occasions before this night. The first when he had confronted him in the library, the second, when Elladan sought him out in his chambers. The third time, he searched for Elladan, finding him in the gardens. He drug him into a dark corner of a little used area, and took him in the tall grass. The fourth time had been the most erotic, Elladan found him in the baths with some of the other officers and sat next to him, close enough that he could touch him, unseen, under the water until they were finally alone; after the others left, he straddled the warrior and made love to him then and there. It had been that last time that had sealed the bargain; he was falling in love with the older twin as he did with his brother. Elrohir had known about all of the times he and Elladan had joined, for the brothers did not keep secrets from one another. He and Erestor had returned to being platonic friends and the Counselor said he understood the warrior’s predicament; he knew how deeply Glorfindel had come to love Elrohir over the years, and he saw that he was also beginning to love Elladan in the same way. Glorfindel felt a pang of regret when he thought of the beautiful Chief Counselor of Imladris, had they come together sooner, before he and Elrohir had lain together, things might have turned out differently. However, as Erestor himself was fond of saying, things are what they are, whether they make sense to us or not.
He had not taken Elrohir to his bed since that night, months ago in the forest, when he had called out his brother’s name in a moment of passion. Now he was taking both of them to his bed, entering into a strange relationship with the twin sons of his Lord Elrond. Elladan had proved to be a remarkable lover, soft and gentle, pliable and submissive, yet voracious and insatiable; he would not refuse the warrior anything that he asked for. He was enchanting, intelligent, beautiful, elegant, and seductive. When those traits were combined with the already strong bond he and Elrohir shared, Glorfindel could understand the attraction; he could see why they loved each other so. He wondered how he would fit in to this relationship with the two of them; he had loved both of them their whole lives, loved them as Elflings, loved them as the warriors and strong sons they had become, and now he was to be the lover they shared.
A soft knock on the door broke his reverie and he looked up to see them enter the room, closing and latching the door behind them. He rose from his chair and was greeted by the smiles on their faces. Elladan crossed the room first, followed by his brother, and took Glorfindel’s hands, placing a soft kiss upon his lips, “You are beautiful, Glorfindel.” He whispered in his ear. Just having him that close sparked a fire inside him, his voice was silky and deep, and he smelled of sandalwood.
Elrohir followed, his eyes still clouded with regret for what had happened between them, and also kissed him, “Yes, you are radiant, my Lord.”
Glorfindel reached out and took Elrohir in his arms, holding him gently, trying to soothe his troubled heart. He felt his tears wet his robe and he stroked his hair and whispered in his ear, “I understand now, Elrohir. I am sorry I did not before. All is forgotten, meleth nín, I have forgiven you, now please forgive yourself.”
Elrohir pulled back and looked up at him as the warrior wiped the tears from his eyes, and gently kissed his cheeks. Elrohir answered softly, “Amin mela le, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel smiled at him gently, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.” He replied. He looked at Elladan and smiled, holding out his hand and drawing him into an embrace with both of them. “I love you both.” He whisp.
.
Elladan purred in his ear, “And we both love you, Glorfindel.”
The tender embrace evolved into the beginnings of lovemaking. Elladan’s hand traveled down the warrior’s back, resting upon the swell of his buttocks. His lips traveled along the gentle curve of his ear and stopped at the point, tenderly sucking on it as he purred to him. His other hand traveled up into his brother’s hair, softly massaging and caressing his neck and scalp. Elrohir’s hand traveled up into Glorfindel’s hair, tangling his fingers in it as he kissed his neck and shoulder. His other hand cupped his brother’s backside, pulling him closer as his fingers gently kneaded the soft flesh and hard muscle.
Glorfindel stood in between them, in a magical trance. Twin sets of lips caressed his skin, two similar, but different bodies pressed into him, two similar voices softly moaned and purred in his ears. It was like an erotic dream, one from which he never wanted to wake. He felt hlf blf being led backwards to the bed, his heart raced in his chest, his breath began to quicken, and a pulsating fire raced through his body, starting in his loins and spreading outward to his extremities. He felt his robe slip from his shoulders, and the soft silk and velvet of the twins’ robes brush against his bare skin. They whispered loving words in his ears as their hands and mouths consumed him. They guided him back to the bed and he lay down on his back, watching them disrobe one another, watching them touch each other and kiss each other. It was the single most seductive and beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. They were almost mirror images, save the subtle differences that made each one an individual. They kissed one another gently, but passionately, and touched one another as they quietly moaned and whispered to each other.
They stood face-to-face, arms wrapped around one another, bodies pressing into one another, and they turned to look at him and smiled. They parted and climbed upon the bed, one on each side of him, and lowered themselves to their hands and knees. They looked at each other and smiled wickedly, communicating to each other without words, as they had done all their lives. Elrohir stretched out next to the warrior, draping one arm across his waist and nuzzling his ear. Elladan straddled him on all fours and dipped his mouth to him, lapping at him like a cat laps at a saucer of cream. He started at his thighs and worked his way up, skipping over his groin to start again at his stomach, working his way to one nipple. He focused on that nipple for what felt like an eternity, sucking and nibbling, licking and blowing on it until it was a hard pebble, before traveling to the other to do the same. He continued his way up to his neck and stepped to the side, lying down next to him and focusing on his ear.
Elrohir took his place, rising and lying between his legs, brushing his full lips through the soft hair around the base of his arousal, and drawing his tongue up the underside. Glorfindel moaned and arched his back, he felt Elladan’s mouth return to his chest as Elrohir took the Eldar’s length into his mouth.
Elladan moved to his lips and pressed his tongue inside his mouth, tasting him, exploring the deepest recesses of it before pulling back. He whispered against his lips, “Would you like me to take him now? Would you like to watch?”
He moaned again as Elrohir continued his relentless torture, and whispered raggedly, “Yes…”
Elladan smiled and moved down to straddle his brother’s legs, drawing his tongue into the cleft of Elrohir’s backside, before pressing it inside him. Elrohir moaned as he went about his work, causing a slight reverberation along Glorfindel’s length. The Eldar thrust into his mouth, wadding the bedcovers in his fists, he was very close and watching Elladan was driving him over the edge. Elladan withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his fingers, gently stretching and opening him as he rubbed his powerful back with his free handlrohlrohir began to moan as he took Glorfindel into the back of his throat and the warrior groaned loudly as he spilt himself in his mouth. Elrohir began to clean him with his tounge, still moaning and whimpering as Elladan increased his efforts. Glorfindel trembled as he watched Elladan straddle his brother, parting his buttocks and entering him as Elrohir’s tongue lapped at his belly. Elrohir groaned when his brother penetrated him, arching his back and slowly turning his gaze to Glorfindel.
Elladan held his hips steady as he slowly thrust in and out, angling until he hit his mark, causing Elrohir to cry out and buck back against him. Elrohir’s eyes fixed on the warrior’s; he panted through his swollen lips, his eyes darkened and his eyelids fluttered. Glorfindel was transfixed, he could not move, could not speak, he could only watch. His breath came heavy and he felt his arousal reawaken as he watched Elladan ride out his desire, thrusting deeper each time. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as he spent himself inside his brother, and Elrohir groaned, clutching the covers in his fists, still gazing at Glorfindel.
Elladan withdrew and lay down beside the warrior as Elrohir knelt above him, his rigid desire arching toward his belly. His hair fell around his shoulders and his eyes were dark gray, he licked his full lips, and a ragged sigh escaped him as Glorfindel reached up and pulled him down into Elladan’s arms, rolling on top of him and taking him into his mouth. Elrohir reclined in his brother’s embrace as the Eldar took him in his mouth. He reached up and clasped his hands around Elladan’s neck as he arched his back, rapidly drawing toward completion as Glorfindel relentlessly swallowed him. He groaned loudly as he spilled down the warrior’s throat, and lay panting against his brother as Glorfindel lovingly cleaned him.
Glorfindel fell to the bed and they curled up in his arms, each one resting their head upon one of his shoulders. They whispered and purred in his ear, swearing to love him for the rest of their lives and he swore his love to them as well. They spent the rest of the night sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms.
To be continued…
Meleth nín = My Love
Amin mela le = I love you