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Title: Away with You – Chapter 9
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: R
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir and Eluréd/Elurín
Beta: Eni
Warnings: Incest, angst
Update notification list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rumils_talan/?yguid=149096812
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"Aiii!" The early morning peace of the settlement was shattered by Eluréd’s cry of pain.
Elladan, who had gone to the stream to wash, came rushing back as he heard the cry. Dashing into the hut, he saw Eluréd with his hand over his right eye, facing Elrohir, who was hunched up in the bed, awake and fearful. In an instant, Elladan realised what had happened.
In the time it had taken him to wash, Elrohir had awoken, alone and, from the looks of things, with Eluréd bending over him. Confused and not seeing his twin, he had panicked, lashing out and striking Eluréd. The way the older Elf was covering his face, Elladan suspected his twin had given his new friend a lovely black eye.
"Elrohir, stop! He will not hurt you!" Elladan called out, cursing himself for leaving the room. They had been there five days and while Elrohir's condition had gradually improved, he had not woken. Elladan had taken to going to the stream every morning to swim before returning to sit with his brother. Typically, his twin had decided to wake when he was not there.
Dropping down beside the bed, he pulled his brother into his arms and away from Eluréd. “He is a friend, Elrohir; we are safe now,” he soothed, rubbing his arm gently. “We have nothing to fear here.”
Shaking slightly, Elrohir sank into his brother’s arms, calming swiftly now that Elladan was near. He was unsure as to where they were, his last memories being of seeking shelter, but his twin’s word was enough to assure him that all was well.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking at Eluréd apologetically, as the other Elf uncovered his eye, which was already starting to darken and bruise.
Touching the tender skin gently, Eluréd winced and shook his head. “Think nothing of it. These things will happen and it is a small price to pay for your return! Elladan has been most concerned.” He smiled warmly, despite the throbbing around his eye.
The door opened then and Elurín rushed in, having been told of a commotion in the healing huts by one of the others. He looked horrified upon seeing his brother’s eye and almost missed the shocked gasp that came from Elrohir.
Glancing down at the bed he saw that the injured Elf had at last awoken and was staring at him with wide eyes.
Chuckling, Elladan kissed Elrohir’s cheek and rubbed his arm soothingly. “You’ve missed a lot, brother,” was all he said.
To that, Elrohir could only nod dumbly.
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Elladan held his brother’s arm as they took a slow walk around the settlement. Neither had ventured out of the healing hut much in the two weeks since their arrival but now that Elrohir was stronger they could start to explore the settlement and meet its inhabitants. So far they had only met those who had been to see them – namely their uncles, and Anórthad and his wife.
For Elrohir, that had been enough. He was still struggling to come to terms with the identity of the Elves who had saved him and they understood and shared the way he felt about his twin. He was certainly glad of them; it simply took some getting used to.
It was also novel to be able to walk arm-in-arm with Elladan without worrying if anyone would suspect the true nature of their relationship. To show their love openly was something Elrohir had always wished for, but had never truly believed he could have. Now he could, he was almost afraid to do it.
“Good mornin’ to you.”
The gruff but friendly voice jolted Elrohir from his thoughts. He turned with Elladan to see a lone Dwarf, sitting in a wooden chair outside one of the huts. He was clearly relaxed and puffing on the long pipe the twins had come to recognise since their time in Moria.
“Good morning!” Elladan spoke first, smiling warmly at the Dwarf. Already he hoped to form a friendship, for he had much missed their friends from the underground city. “I am Elladan, my brother is Elrohir.”
The Dwarf nodded, having heard the names from Anórthad. “I’m Glorin. I hear you’ll be stayin’ a while.” To many, the words would have seemed abrupt, almost rude. However, the twins were accustomed to the ways of the Dwarves and took no offence, knowing that none was intended.
“Aye,” Elrohir nodded. “We have been made most welcome here and desire to make it our home.”
“It’s a good place,” Glorin agreed, “nowhere else like it. Sit down, boy, before you fall over!” he added, as he saw Elrohir sway a little.
Elrohir blushed and allowed Elladan to help him sit, leaning against his twin when he joined him. “If I may ask, how did a Dwarf come to live in the woods here?” he questioned, looking up.
In the midst of refilling his pipe, Glorin stopped. He was quiet for so long that Elrohir feared he had said the wrong thing. Not daring to say more, he simply watched as the Dwarf got his pipe to his liking. Finally, he began to speak.
“There was a cave-in at me home when I was still a pup,” he said quietly, taking a puff on the pipe. “The room I was in collapsed completely – I was only saved because a slab of rock fell at an angle before me and protected me from the rest of the rubble.”
The twins both shuddered and unconsciously held each other tighter, remembering their own experiences in the Dwarven mines. It was not something they would have wished on anyone. Saying nothing, they let Glorin continue to speak.
“I lost me ma, me da and me uncle in that rockslide. Took the rest of ‘em three days to dig me out too. Was never quite right after that. Couldn’t stand bein’ shut in – still can’t. Well, that’s no good for a Dwarf, is it? So when I was old enough I left an’ made me own way. Stumbled into this pace nigh on fifty years ago an’ never looked back!”
The twins were saddened to hear of Glorin’s tragic past and Elrohir opened his mouth to offer words of comfort. Just in time he stopped, remembering the ways of the Dwarves. Comfort was shunned as weakness and their new friend might see it as an insult. As he hastily shut his mouth he saw that Elladan had thought the same – about to extend a hand to squeeze Glorin’s shoulder, he had suddenly paused and pulled his hand away, hoping the Dwarf had not noticed.
“We are acquainted with your people,” Elladan said, instead. “My brother and I spent several months in Moria. They were most hospitable. We still carry the swords they gave us when we left.”
This caused a broad grin to appear on Glorin’s face and he laughed heartily. “Good boys! It’s rare to find an Elf so open about Dwarves – and the other way round I dare say!”
“It is true,” Elrohir agreed. “There is still much discord between our people. I only hope that one day they come to see that the hurts of the past can be mended.” He yawned as he said it, though he was sincere.
Elladan chuckled and wrapped an arm around his twin. “The only hurts that need mending right now are yours, brother,” he admonished gently, smiling approvingly when Glorin nodded in agreement.
“Time enough for fixing the world!” the Dwarf concurred. “Less time for fixing broken Elves! To bed with you!”
Elrohir could not argue with such determination, nor did he want to. He laughed lightly and allowed Elladan to help him up, holding his brother’s hand tightly. “Thank you, my friend,” he said to Glorin. “I hope our paths cross again soon.”
“I am sure they will,” the Dwarf assured him. “Take care.”
Elrohir nodded and allowed Elladan to lead him away. As they left, he wrapped his arm around his twin and leaned close. “I think we will be very happy here,” he whispered.
Rubbing his twin’s arm, Elladan gazed lovingly at him. “As do I, my brother, as do I.”
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From where he was, Eluréd could see Elrohir resting comfortably against the tree, next to Elurín and leaning slightly against the older Elf. He smiled fondly - the day was hot and they were clearly glad for the shade the tree provided. Their respective older brothers however, were not so fortunate.
Elladan balanced on the roof of the new hut, holding the roof plank in place while Eluréd fixed it into place. It had taken three days of hard labour to get to this point, but finally the hut that would be the twins’ new home was nearing completion.
Brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair from his eyes, Eluréd banged another nail into the wood before glancing down at his brother and nephew. “They are enjoying this far too much,” he grumbled. “Just look at them dozing off in the shade!”
Grinning, Elladan looked down too. “They are far too relaxed,” he agreed. “We shall have to make sure they are as tired as we are later!” He winked at Eluréd, who laughed. It was so refreshing to have the younger twins around, enough to make Eluréd feel young again. Not to mention that watching the younger Elf with his twin reminded him of the love he also held for Elurín.
“We certainly will!” he laughed. “In fact, let us finish here quickly so we can do just that!”
Once, shortly after they had crossed the threshold from brothers to lovers, they had doubted whether their love was true, that perhaps it was only a result of their circumstances. For many weeks they had resisted lying with each other, before the pull overwhelmed them. As time passed, they had come to realise that their love and dedication to each other was beyond doubt and beyond question. However, the presence of Elladan and Elrohir eased the last doubt from his heart – they had grown up around many others and that had not stopped their bond from forming. Though he had not and likely would not discuss it with his twin, he was sure Elurín felt the same measure of relief.
“Nearly done,” he mumbled, as he picked up one of the few roof planks left. “You’ll be all moved in by tomorrow!”
“I am glad to hear it,” Elladan replied. “It will be the first place Elrohir and I have truly been able to share together. To have a place we can both call home; it is a dream come true. I do not think we can ever thank you enough.”
“You have already repaid us,” Eluréd said. “Because of you, we know what happened to our family. That is something we had given up even hoping for.”
Deeply touched, Elladan reached out and squeezed his uncle’s hand. He thanked Eru for this place and these people – for the first time in his life, he was completely content.
At that moment there was a rustling of branches and Anórthad burst into the glade, an expression of urgency on his face. “The bandits, they have found us!” he cried. “They are attacking our borders and we cannot hold them back!”
END CHAPTER 9
Title: Away with You – Chapter 9
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: R
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir and Eluréd/Elurín
Beta: Eni
Warnings: Incest, angst
Update notification list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rumils_talan/?yguid=149096812
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"Aiii!" The early morning peace of the settlement was shattered by Eluréd’s cry of pain.
Elladan, who had gone to the stream to wash, came rushing back as he heard the cry. Dashing into the hut, he saw Eluréd with his hand over his right eye, facing Elrohir, who was hunched up in the bed, awake and fearful. In an instant, Elladan realised what had happened.
In the time it had taken him to wash, Elrohir had awoken, alone and, from the looks of things, with Eluréd bending over him. Confused and not seeing his twin, he had panicked, lashing out and striking Eluréd. The way the older Elf was covering his face, Elladan suspected his twin had given his new friend a lovely black eye.
"Elrohir, stop! He will not hurt you!" Elladan called out, cursing himself for leaving the room. They had been there five days and while Elrohir's condition had gradually improved, he had not woken. Elladan had taken to going to the stream every morning to swim before returning to sit with his brother. Typically, his twin had decided to wake when he was not there.
Dropping down beside the bed, he pulled his brother into his arms and away from Eluréd. “He is a friend, Elrohir; we are safe now,” he soothed, rubbing his arm gently. “We have nothing to fear here.”
Shaking slightly, Elrohir sank into his brother’s arms, calming swiftly now that Elladan was near. He was unsure as to where they were, his last memories being of seeking shelter, but his twin’s word was enough to assure him that all was well.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking at Eluréd apologetically, as the other Elf uncovered his eye, which was already starting to darken and bruise.
Touching the tender skin gently, Eluréd winced and shook his head. “Think nothing of it. These things will happen and it is a small price to pay for your return! Elladan has been most concerned.” He smiled warmly, despite the throbbing around his eye.
The door opened then and Elurín rushed in, having been told of a commotion in the healing huts by one of the others. He looked horrified upon seeing his brother’s eye and almost missed the shocked gasp that came from Elrohir.
Glancing down at the bed he saw that the injured Elf had at last awoken and was staring at him with wide eyes.
Chuckling, Elladan kissed Elrohir’s cheek and rubbed his arm soothingly. “You’ve missed a lot, brother,” was all he said.
To that, Elrohir could only nod dumbly.
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Elladan held his brother’s arm as they took a slow walk around the settlement. Neither had ventured out of the healing hut much in the two weeks since their arrival but now that Elrohir was stronger they could start to explore the settlement and meet its inhabitants. So far they had only met those who had been to see them – namely their uncles, and Anórthad and his wife.
For Elrohir, that had been enough. He was still struggling to come to terms with the identity of the Elves who had saved him and they understood and shared the way he felt about his twin. He was certainly glad of them; it simply took some getting used to.
It was also novel to be able to walk arm-in-arm with Elladan without worrying if anyone would suspect the true nature of their relationship. To show their love openly was something Elrohir had always wished for, but had never truly believed he could have. Now he could, he was almost afraid to do it.
“Good mornin’ to you.”
The gruff but friendly voice jolted Elrohir from his thoughts. He turned with Elladan to see a lone Dwarf, sitting in a wooden chair outside one of the huts. He was clearly relaxed and puffing on the long pipe the twins had come to recognise since their time in Moria.
“Good morning!” Elladan spoke first, smiling warmly at the Dwarf. Already he hoped to form a friendship, for he had much missed their friends from the underground city. “I am Elladan, my brother is Elrohir.”
The Dwarf nodded, having heard the names from Anórthad. “I’m Glorin. I hear you’ll be stayin’ a while.” To many, the words would have seemed abrupt, almost rude. However, the twins were accustomed to the ways of the Dwarves and took no offence, knowing that none was intended.
“Aye,” Elrohir nodded. “We have been made most welcome here and desire to make it our home.”
“It’s a good place,” Glorin agreed, “nowhere else like it. Sit down, boy, before you fall over!” he added, as he saw Elrohir sway a little.
Elrohir blushed and allowed Elladan to help him sit, leaning against his twin when he joined him. “If I may ask, how did a Dwarf come to live in the woods here?” he questioned, looking up.
In the midst of refilling his pipe, Glorin stopped. He was quiet for so long that Elrohir feared he had said the wrong thing. Not daring to say more, he simply watched as the Dwarf got his pipe to his liking. Finally, he began to speak.
“There was a cave-in at me home when I was still a pup,” he said quietly, taking a puff on the pipe. “The room I was in collapsed completely – I was only saved because a slab of rock fell at an angle before me and protected me from the rest of the rubble.”
The twins both shuddered and unconsciously held each other tighter, remembering their own experiences in the Dwarven mines. It was not something they would have wished on anyone. Saying nothing, they let Glorin continue to speak.
“I lost me ma, me da and me uncle in that rockslide. Took the rest of ‘em three days to dig me out too. Was never quite right after that. Couldn’t stand bein’ shut in – still can’t. Well, that’s no good for a Dwarf, is it? So when I was old enough I left an’ made me own way. Stumbled into this pace nigh on fifty years ago an’ never looked back!”
The twins were saddened to hear of Glorin’s tragic past and Elrohir opened his mouth to offer words of comfort. Just in time he stopped, remembering the ways of the Dwarves. Comfort was shunned as weakness and their new friend might see it as an insult. As he hastily shut his mouth he saw that Elladan had thought the same – about to extend a hand to squeeze Glorin’s shoulder, he had suddenly paused and pulled his hand away, hoping the Dwarf had not noticed.
“We are acquainted with your people,” Elladan said, instead. “My brother and I spent several months in Moria. They were most hospitable. We still carry the swords they gave us when we left.”
This caused a broad grin to appear on Glorin’s face and he laughed heartily. “Good boys! It’s rare to find an Elf so open about Dwarves – and the other way round I dare say!”
“It is true,” Elrohir agreed. “There is still much discord between our people. I only hope that one day they come to see that the hurts of the past can be mended.” He yawned as he said it, though he was sincere.
Elladan chuckled and wrapped an arm around his twin. “The only hurts that need mending right now are yours, brother,” he admonished gently, smiling approvingly when Glorin nodded in agreement.
“Time enough for fixing the world!” the Dwarf concurred. “Less time for fixing broken Elves! To bed with you!”
Elrohir could not argue with such determination, nor did he want to. He laughed lightly and allowed Elladan to help him up, holding his brother’s hand tightly. “Thank you, my friend,” he said to Glorin. “I hope our paths cross again soon.”
“I am sure they will,” the Dwarf assured him. “Take care.”
Elrohir nodded and allowed Elladan to lead him away. As they left, he wrapped his arm around his twin and leaned close. “I think we will be very happy here,” he whispered.
Rubbing his twin’s arm, Elladan gazed lovingly at him. “As do I, my brother, as do I.”
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From where he was, Eluréd could see Elrohir resting comfortably against the tree, next to Elurín and leaning slightly against the older Elf. He smiled fondly - the day was hot and they were clearly glad for the shade the tree provided. Their respective older brothers however, were not so fortunate.
Elladan balanced on the roof of the new hut, holding the roof plank in place while Eluréd fixed it into place. It had taken three days of hard labour to get to this point, but finally the hut that would be the twins’ new home was nearing completion.
Brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair from his eyes, Eluréd banged another nail into the wood before glancing down at his brother and nephew. “They are enjoying this far too much,” he grumbled. “Just look at them dozing off in the shade!”
Grinning, Elladan looked down too. “They are far too relaxed,” he agreed. “We shall have to make sure they are as tired as we are later!” He winked at Eluréd, who laughed. It was so refreshing to have the younger twins around, enough to make Eluréd feel young again. Not to mention that watching the younger Elf with his twin reminded him of the love he also held for Elurín.
“We certainly will!” he laughed. “In fact, let us finish here quickly so we can do just that!”
Once, shortly after they had crossed the threshold from brothers to lovers, they had doubted whether their love was true, that perhaps it was only a result of their circumstances. For many weeks they had resisted lying with each other, before the pull overwhelmed them. As time passed, they had come to realise that their love and dedication to each other was beyond doubt and beyond question. However, the presence of Elladan and Elrohir eased the last doubt from his heart – they had grown up around many others and that had not stopped their bond from forming. Though he had not and likely would not discuss it with his twin, he was sure Elurín felt the same measure of relief.
“Nearly done,” he mumbled, as he picked up one of the few roof planks left. “You’ll be all moved in by tomorrow!”
“I am glad to hear it,” Elladan replied. “It will be the first place Elrohir and I have truly been able to share together. To have a place we can both call home; it is a dream come true. I do not think we can ever thank you enough.”
“You have already repaid us,” Eluréd said. “Because of you, we know what happened to our family. That is something we had given up even hoping for.”
Deeply touched, Elladan reached out and squeezed his uncle’s hand. He thanked Eru for this place and these people – for the first time in his life, he was completely content.
At that moment there was a rustling of branches and Anórthad burst into the glade, an expression of urgency on his face. “The bandits, they have found us!” he cried. “They are attacking our borders and we cannot hold them back!”
END CHAPTER 9