Away with You

Title: Away with You – Chapter 8 - Revelations
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: R
Beta: Eni
Warnings: Twincest – Elladan/Elrohir and Eluréd/Elurín
Summary: Rather than be parted the twins leave Imladris and all that they have ever known behind. Their quest to find a place where they can be together will take them to the other side of Middle Earth.
Notes: The tale that Elladan tells is not a perfect retelling, nor is it meant to be. It is a young Elf trying to remember his lessons! Also - smut! At last, huh? ;)
Previous chapters:
http://rumil.shanksadelic.net/slash/awaywithyou/01.html

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Eluréd noticed Elladan’s shock, but thought that he was simply surprised at their age. It was probably for the best though, for Elladan could not have explained at that moment and he let Eluréd go on with his story.

“When the Sons of Fëanor attacked the city, Elurín and I were abandoned in the nearby woods, to be caught by predators or starve to death. But the Valar were looking out for us that day and even as we wandered deeper into the dangers of that wood, we found salvation.

Her name was Rosa and she was a human woman of some thirty years. She had fled her home for the love of another woman – a forbidden thing amongst her people. However, tragedy had struck and her partner had died the previous winter of a fever. She had been wandering alone ever since.

We were not her kind, but we were kindred spirits, lonely souls seeking some comfort in life. She took us under her wing, raising us as we travelled, teaching us how to survive in the wilderness, even at a young age.

Eventually, after some three years of wandering, we found this place. As soon as we entered the glade, we knew we had found a place to stay. We built the first huts then, slowly transforming the land into a place to call home.

Rosa knew she would not live much past our majority, if that, so lessons were intense as she prepared us for living alone. Still, she found time to show us love and we came to look upon her as a mother.

Even with her lessons, it was hard when she died. She had been our comfort and our rock for so long being without her was almost physically painful. For a hundred years, we were alone here. It was around that time that we became lovers as well.”

Elladan listened, almost hypnotised as a lost history was revealed to him, secrets that only a handful of people on Arda knew.

“After those hundred years, Anórthad and his wife came into our lives. They too had been wandering, searching for a place where they could love each other without fear. We accepted them, knowing even then that our own love was – different. They in turn did not judge us and the beginnings of a community started.

Over the years, several waifs and strays have come here. I believe the Valar guide those who need sanctuary to us, be they Elves, Men or any other race. This place is a haven for those who cannot find happiness in the outside world.”

Here he stopped, leaving Elladan speechless. The tale was almost too unbelievable, yet he knew it was the truth. To think, everyone thought they were dead, not alive and thriving in a secluded community, far from their homeland.

“Your fate is almost legend,” he told them quietly. “People have been wondering for centuries what became of you. Most thought you had died in the wilderness.”

“We would have too, if not for Rosa,” Elurín said quietly. “As it was we lost much, never even knowing the fate of the rest of our family.”

Elladan was silent for a long moment, as he considered his next words. He wished desperately that Elrohir was awake, his brother was so much better at these things. But he was not awake and so he would have to do his best.

“I can tell you, if you wish it,” he said. “In fact, it is a tale connected to my own.”

This response got the attention of the other twins and they both urged him to tell them all he knew.

Luckily it was now dusk and already the glow of Eärendil could be seen within the sky. Turning to the window, Elladan pointed towards it. “That star,” he said, “what do you know about it?”

“Only a little,” Elurín replied. “Only that is it the brightest star in the sky and that its presence has comforted us since it first appeared, though we know not why.”

“It is called Eärendil,” Elladan said softly, “and it was not always a star. Eärendil was of Elven blood, the son of the Lord and Lady of Gondolin. Gondolin fell just a few years after Doriath and he was one of the few who survived. He was taken to Sirion, where he grew up.” Here Elladan paused, not knowing quite how to explain the next part. “It was there that he met his future wife: Elwing.”

Both twins stared at him in shock. Neither spoke, words utterly failing them.

Feeling awkward, Elladan stared at the floor and continued with his tale. “They wed and had two children… twin boys named Elrond and Elros. I have been told they were happy for a time, though Eärendil was often away. But your sister still had the Silmaril and when the Sons of Fëanor discovered that, they attacked.”

“Aye… please tell me she did not die!” Eluréd begged, desperate not to hear that his sister had met her end at the hands of the Fëanorions. They had hoped for so very long that she had survived.

“She did not die,” Elladan affirmed, smiling at the look of utter relief of their faces. “Though she was lucky. To protect the Silmaril, she cast herself with it into the sea. She should have died, but Ulmo turned her into a bird and she flew over the sea to Eärendil. On his ship they reached Valinor and begged the Valar for aid. They agreed and sent an army, but Eärendil and Elwing could not return to Arda. Instead they were asked to choose, as they were both half-Elven, whether they wished to live the lives of Elves or of Men. Both chose to be Elven, though their children – and their grandchildren – would also have to make that choice. Then Eärendil was sent to sail the skies – his light is the Silmaril your sister had. It is said that Elwing lives in a tall tower on the shores of Aman and every night becomes a bird and flies to him.”

At last he fell silent, hoping he’d covered everything save for the fact that they were also family. That was harder to say, though he knew not why.

However there was one other thing he had forgotten to mention – or rather neglected, since he thought the twins had known.

“What of our parents?” Eluréd asked curiously. “What became of them?”

Elladan looked surprised for a moment, yet the look swiftly gave way to sadness. “Forgive me, I thought you knew,” he said softly. “I am sad to say they died in the fall of Doriath.”

There was silence for a moment and then Elurín spoke up. “We had suspected it, for I saw the way my father fought with Celegorm; it was a fight to the death. As for my mother – she was no warrior. We were separated from her early on in the attack and never saw her again.”
Elwing was the only one we had ever really held out hope for. Yet to hear you say it, it makes it real and it hurts a little.”

He leaned back against his twin, who pulled him close as they both absorbed the truths they had waited so long to hear. Elladan however, had not finished.

“Celegorm also died that day, by your father’s hand. But not all of Fëanor’s sons were unfeeling. It is said that Maedhros himself searched for you after Celegorm’s servants left you for dead, though obviously he failed. Years later, after the attack on Sirion left your sister’s children alone, it was Maglor who took them in and raised them for many years.”

“Eru…” Elurín murmured, feeling as though his entire world was spinning. He and his twin had spent so long hating the sons of Fëanor; it was hard to imagine them doing any good deeds.

“There is one other thing,” Elladan said, looking up at them now. “Elros fell in love with a mortal woman and bound his fate to hers, though he lived longer than most Men. But Elrond loved an Elf maid and married her. She bore him three children: one girl and two boys - twin boys.” He smiled a little at Eluréd and Elurín, to see if they would pick up on it.

They did. Eluréd sat up sharply, staring wide-eyed at Elladan, while Elurín let out a gasp.

“You and your brother…” Eluréd said, looking from one to the other.

Elladan nodded. “Aye, we are the sons of your sister’s child. And though our life at home was not a happy one, I am glad to find family here.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Eluréd stepped away from his twin to pull Elladan into a warm embrace. “As are we,” he said smiling broadly as Elurín also came over, wrapping his good arm around Elladan. “More than we can ever say.”

Greatly relieved, Elladan returned the hugs, feeling suddenly tired. He had been worried about so much for so long that now he was finally safe and could relax, his body was ready to shut down.

“I would hear more about your home life,” Eluréd began and then stopped as he looked at the younger Elf. Though not right now. Rest, young one, we will talk again soon.”

Gently he guided Elladan into the bed beside Elrohir and pulled the blanket over him. “Sleep well… nephew,” he whispered, impulsively kissing Elladan on the cheek.

Elladan smiled, the use of the word warming his heart unexpectedly. “I will, uncle,” he replied, his eyes sparkling. How strange and yet wonderful to have family who knew their darkest secret and judged them not, for their own secret was the same.

The elder twins stepped back, assured that the younger were comfortable, and went to leave. At the door though, Eluréd stopped. “Elladan…” The Peredhil blinked, already half asleep, and looked at Eluréd.

“Yes?” he replied, trying to stay awake.

“The choice you spoke of… to be Elven - or of Mankind… does it apply to us as well?”

Elurín looked surprised that he’d asked but said nothing, waiting for Elladan’s answer.

“That is not something I have an answer to,” Elladan replied. “It started with your sister and passed down through her line… but whether it was extended to you when it was first offered, I do not know.”

“I see… well, thank you anyway, Elladan, you have set much to rest tonight. Sleep well.”

With that he placed his hand on his brother’s back, gently guiding him out of the room and leaving Elladan to his well earned rest.

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Some hours later in their own bed, Eluréd lay quietly with his arms encircling his brother. Elurín’s dark hair tickled his chest, yet he barely noticed it. He was deep in thought, his eyes distant as the world around him slipped away.

Elurín noticed this and let him be for a time, content to lie in Eluréd’s arms. Yet eventually he could take no more of the silence. “What troubles you, brother?” he asked, his voice calling Eluréd back to the present.

“The choice,” he admitted, tightening his hold on his brother. “Of all the things we have learned today, that is what weighs most heavily on my mind.”

“I have thought about it also,” Elurín agreed. “My brother – I have no wish to be mortal. We may not have lived amongst our people for centuries uncounted, but my heart is still Elven.”

Eluréd let out an audible sigh of relief at this statement. “Thank Eru,” he said. “I had feared that after all those we have seen leave us, immortality might not appeal to you in the face of an alternative. I am glad it is not so, for I too wish to remain Elven. Though had you chosen otherwise, I would have followed you.”

Turning in his brother’s arms, Elurín kissed Eluréd lovingly. “As I would have followed you.”

Bringing his good arm up, Elurín caressed his brother’s face. “Make love to me...” he whispered, brushing his lips against those of his sibling.

Eluréd’s eyes fluttered closed as he savoured the kiss, though he looked worried. “Your arm…” he murmured, fearful that he would further injure Elurín.

“You have never hurt me before, you will not now,” he whispered, deepening the kiss. “Eluréd…”

Unable to resist, Eluréd nodded, moving the blankets off them and pushing Elurín down gently into the pillows. Already naked, Elurín was bared instantly to his brother’s view, utterly perfect in Eluréd’s eyes, save the broken arm his twin had suffered.

Maybe it was true, or maybe not, but Eluréd thought his brother far more attractive then himself. Elurín’s eyes always seemed brighter than his, his laughter more infectious, his smile more dazzling.

But then, Elurín felt exactly the same way about Eluréd.

Eluréd ran his hands over the smooth skin of his brother’s chest and stomach, smiling at his twin as he lay, relaxed and content against the pillows, mindful of the broken arm.

Bending his head, he placed several gentle kisses on Elurín’s stomach, moving his hands to caress his twin’s thighs, causing the younger Elf to moan softly and open his legs wider in a silent plea for more.

Smiling, Eluréd raised his twin’s knees and slipped a pillow underneath to raise him up a little, allowing him better access to the waiting body. Then without further hesitation he slipped a finger inside, swiftly followed by another as he prepared the way, his actions causing his twin to squirm and moan beneath him.

“Eluréd, please,” Elurín whimpered, his soft voice sending a wave of desire through his brother.

Eluréd needed no more encouragement than that. He reached for the ever-present bottle of oil on the side, flipping it open. The soft scent of the flowers from which the oil was made surrounded them as he slicked a generous amount on his aching length, before casting the bottle aside swiftly and entering Elurín’s body with one smooth thrust.

His hands either side of his twin’s, Eluréd’s head hung down, his long dark hair brushing his brother’s chest. He smiled as Elurín gasped in pleasure and pushed back against him almost immediately, eager to feel and be filled.

Answering the unspoken plea, he began to move slowly, sliding in and out with care, making sure to touch the sweet spot within Elurín’s body with each thrust.

Elurín gasped and moaned as he watched his brother’s skilful movements, his good hand fisting in the sheets as he arched up to meet the thrusts. His eyes closed as let the world around him fall away, surrendering completely to the sensations of their lovemaking.

Hard and fast, slow and gentle, Eluréd changed the pace to keep his brother on the edge for as long as he could. He loved this, the times when they were joined, whole. When nothing existed besides the other and their whole world was contained within their bodies. He watched, as Elurín moved gradually towards his climax, his face flushed and eyes closed. Reaching out he took his brother’s arousal in his hand and stroked it as he moved.

His brother was driving him to insanity and Elurín loved it. Touched inside and out, nothing else mattered. Words were beyond him, yet the sounds of pleasure he made said all that was needed. As his twin touched the pleasure spot within him once more he pressed into Eluréd’s hand, his breath becoming erratic as his need intensified; his release imminent.

Eluréd too knew he could not hold back much longer and he moved ever faster towards completion. He stroked Elurín’s length as he thrust into him one last time, before letting out a hoarse cry and filling his twin with his seed. Barely a moment later Elurín screamed his name, covering them both with his own essence as he climaxed.

Trembling a little in the aftermath of his release, Eluréd carefully slid out of his twin’s body and moved to the side, pulling Elurín into his arms. Brushing a stand of hair from the younger Elf’s face, he kissed him softly.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Elurín smiled, returning the kiss and curling up as Eluréd pulled the blankets over them again.

“I love you also. Rest now, I think tomorrow will be a busy day.”

Eluréd nodded and they both relaxed, drifting into reverie within moments.

END CHAPTER 8