The Early Years: Double or Nothing

Title: The Early Years: Double or Nothing

Author: Minuial Nuwing

Contact: minuial_nuwing@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Type: FPS

Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir/Haldir

Warning: EXPLICIT TWINCEST- if this squicks you, please don’t read it ; )

Archive: AFF.net, LoM, Melethryn, OEAM, Naughty Elves; Others: I would be honored-Just let me know, please!

Feedback: Makes me smile, and write faster…

Beta: No, actually. I keep them too busy with ‘Princes’!

Summary: Elladan and Elrohir meet Haldir…and they are impressed. A vignette from the years before ‘Princes Three’…but it will stand alone as a PWP, too.

Disclaimer: Only the quirks and perversions are mine. Everything else belongs to the creator-god of Middle Earth, J.R.R. Tolkien. I am awed by his gifts and humbled by his vision. I promise to clean them all up and return them with smiles on their faces when I am done playing!

Notes: Readers of the ‘Princes Three’ series, repeat after me: They are not cheating on Legolas. They are not cheating on Legolas. **snicker**

This fic is set about 1000 years before the events in PT: The Beginning, which means ‘Las is still an elfling, in my universe, at any rate. In the Minuial-world, btw, elves reach their majority at 500. Why? Because it’s my universe, and I say so! **grin** I also felt that beings who lived forever needed a few hundred years to get it together! This is the first of many bouncing ‘Early Years’ bunnies to see the light of day. I wrote it because my elves insisted.

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Haldir looked appreciatively at the sons of Lord Elrond, momentarily

failing to answer their father’s question. Valar, but they were lovely!

Ebony hair, glossy as wet ink, fell to the middle of their backs, braids

dotted with their signature beads. Pale, luminous skin, features fair as

any ever seen…and he had heard rumors. Fascinating rumors, that if pondered

whilst dressed in the tight grey leggings of the border guards could lead to

bodily embarrassment.

Gathering in his wandering thoughts, the captain answered the query his

distinguished guest had been forced to repeat. "Aye, híren, Lord

Amroth would be most pleased to greet you. My brother will guide you."

Turning to the elf beside him, the guardian said, "Orophin, I would

have you accompany Lord Elrond and his advisors. Lead them first to a guest

talan, so they may be refreshed, then take them to our Lord."

"Of course, Haldir," the captain’s younger brother replied

with a slight smile, his eyes flickering briefly over the Peredhil twins.

"But what of the Lord Elrond’s gwanûn? Shall I direct them to a talan,

also?"

Returning his brother’s look composedly, Haldir said, "Nay, I

thought they might prefer to see something of the borders rather than attend

a diplomatic meeting. I will guide them in the morning." Turning a

questioning glance on the twins, he added, "If that is to your

liking?"

Elladan and Elrohir exchanged a glance, then turned their glowing

silver-grey eyes on the captain. "Aye, Haldir," they replied

together. "’Twould be very much to our liking," Elladan added,

with a smile that could only be described as predatory.

Recognizing the signs, on both sides, Elrond sighed, casting a stern look

at his sons. "Behave yourselves, gwanûnen. You are no longer

elflings, and have not the excuse of few years."

Elrohir’s eyes widened. "But of course, Ada," he nearly

purred. "We are no longer elflings…and we will act our age.

Shaking his head ruefully, Elrond motioned to his companions, and

followed Orophin. He only hoped Haldir would survive.

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The sun was setting when Haldir led the twins to his outpost talan, which

rank allowed him the luxury of maintaining. Though he was off duty, and

could have returned to his home, the captain had convinced his guests to

remain on the borders ‘til morn. "We will be quite comfortable

here," he predicted. "I have food and wine to spare, and furs

enough for all of us."

Watching the guardian arrange a simple meal, Elladan and Elrohir smiled

in approval. Haldir was more than passing fair. Tall, broad of shoulder,

narrow of waist- his body had been molded by centuries of wielding bow and

sword. His waist-length hair was a peculiar mixture of purest silver and

palest gold, gleaming like mithril in the fading light.

Prompted by his brother, Elladan looked closely Haldir’s eyes as the

captain lowered a tray of fruit and lembas, settling himself beside the

twins, wineskin firmly in his grasp. The galadhel’s eyes were an

astonishing mixture of green, gold, and brown- a warm hazel rare outside of

Mirkwood. The elder twin wondered idly if the guardian’s family came from

Thranduil’s realm…

"Elladan?", Haldir repeated, one eyebrow arched in query.

"Will you not eat?"

Returning his thoughts firmly to the present, the dark elf smiled.

"Aye, I will. Forgive my inattention. I fear I was lost in my

musings."

As they ate the plain but filling food, the warriors spoke of the places

and things they had seen that evening. Finishing their meal, all three

turned their attention to the heady wine, passing the wineskin around

freely.

Stretching out comfortably on the soft furs, Haldir chuckled at the

twins' antics as they squirted wine at one another, occasionally missing the

wide open mouth which was the intended target. "Your aim is poor, tôr

nín ," Elrohir teased after one such miss left him with wine running

from cheek to neck. "’Tis a good thing you fare better with a

bow."

As the elf-knight raised his hand to wipe off the red droplets, Elladan

stopped him with the arch of an eyebrow. "I will tend to it,

rohir nín," he said silkily, moving closer to his twin.

Casting a glance at Haldir, who was now looking intently at them, Elrohir

smiled seductively. "Twould be most appreciated, ‘Dan."

Extending his tongue, the elder twin lapped the wine from his brother’s

skin, finishing his ministrations with a soft kiss to the other’s throat.

Turning his darkening gaze on the galadhel, Elladan asked, "Do we

disturb you, mellonen?"

"Nay," Haldir replied hoarsely, "You do not disturb

me." After a moments hesitation, he ventured, "I have heard

things of you, and I would know …"

"Aye, they are true," Elrohir answered calmly. When the

guardian seemed to ask for a more definite pronouncement, the elf-knight

went on. "The rumors are true, Haldir. We are lovers."

"And what of others?", the captain queried, trying to match the

younger twin’s matter-of-fact tone. "Do you take others to your

bed?"

"Aye, we do," Elladan replied softly, moving closer to the

blonde elf, pulling his fingers through the incredible gold-touched silver

tresses. "We share."

"Would you lie between us, maethoren vain?", Elrohir purred,

extending himself beside the galadhel. "We would have you, if you are

willing."

"I would," Haldir managed, before his mouth was captured in a

slow, smoldering kiss. Opening willingly, the guardian groaned as an

obviously practiced tongue played languidly with his own, caressing him

teasingly. Shuddering, he felt another warm mouth on his throat, licking

and nibbling the creamy-pale skin.

Breathing hard, the guardian stared into two pair of glittering, darkened

eyes. "So wanton, to be so young," he whispered, as four hands

deftly stripped him of his clothing, caressing his skin as it was bared.

"And so very skilled."

"We have much opportunity for practice," Elladan replied with

an impish grin, pressing a lingering kiss to the blonde’s lips before

sliding down to lick and suckle the peaked nipples.

Moaning, Haldir arched into the warm mouth, threading his fingers through

the silken black hair. Reaching blindly for the other twin, his hand

connected with naked skin. Elrohir stretched himself alongside the galadhel

once again, rubbing his now bare body against the ‘Lorien elf, his arousal

prominent.

Tugging gently at the elder twin’s hair, Haldir pulled him up into a

fierce kiss. "You are over-dressed, mellonen," he growled,

running a hand hungrily over the still-clothed form. "Take them

off."

Rising fluidly, Elladan held the captain’s gaze as he slowly removed his

tunic, then his leggings, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips as he saw

Haldir’s pupils widen with lust. Never dropping his eyes, he stretched

luxuriously before lowering himself gracefully back to the furs.

Leaning lightly on the guardian’s chest, Elrohir pulled his twin into a

fiery kiss. Watching breathlessly as identical hands stroked and kneaded,

Haldir swallowed hard. Finding himself once again pinned by two

midnight-dark stares, the captain said, "You are beautiful, both of

you. But I think you know that, do you not? ‘Tis part of your

allure."

"Excellence is entitled to arrogance, then, mellonen?", Elladan

teased with a smile. Lowering his head to nuzzle a flushed ear, he purred,

"But you should surely be boastful then, guardian. For you are quite

surpassingly fair."

Haldir’s reply was destined to remain unheard, for even as he turned his

head to capture the teasing lips, Elrohir took in his hardened length in one

swift movement, the twin’s knowing mouth drawing on him mercilessly.

Securely held by four strong hands, the guardian was subjected to the

overwhelmingly erotic sensation of one mouth pillaging his own ruthlessly,

while another claimed his aching member.

Just as the galadhel began to fear he could hold back no longer, the

slippery warmth moved away from his throbbing erection, and he tore away

from the demanding kiss, a violent oath escaping as he was breached by an

insistent tongue. "Ai…Elrohir…", he gasped, unsure whether his

words were complaint or praise. Rising slowly, the elf-knight nodded in

response to his twin’s questioning glance.

Reaching into his discarded tunic, Elladan retrieved the small vial of

oil they always carried for just such occasions. Slicking his own turgid

length generously, he then drizzled a thin stream of oil over Haldir,

coating the hard flesh before pressing his oily fingers inside, stretching

and lubricating the tight muscle.

Hissing with pleasure, the guardian reached for the oil, only to have his

hand gently pushed away. "Let me do it," Elladan purred, dipping

his fingers in the oil once more, before slipping them easily into his

twin’s body. Haldir stifled a groan and rose to his knees reflexively,

unable to tear his eyes away from the dark elves and their sensual play.

Elrohir cast a lustful glance at the galadhel, then dropped to his knees

and elbows. Haldir needed no more invitation. Moving close behind the

elf-knight, he steadied the offered body with his hands, and pushed into the

slippery heat with a shivering moan. Immediately he felt Elladan’s rigid

shaft against his own entrance, and pushed back encouragingly as the dark

elf took him with a slow, smooth thrust.

Moving between the twins at a rapidly increasing pace, Haldir’s world

narrowed steadily, ‘til he was aware only of the fierce tightening in his

groin that heralded his release. With a final thrust he groaned in

completion, spending himself even as he felt Elrohir’s strong muscles clamp

down, the elf-knight spilling over his own hand. Elladan hissed as the

spasming muscles brought his release a moment later.

"Sweet Elbereth, that was incredible," Haldir panted, dropping

to the floor as though struck down by the Valar.

"We do repeat performances," Elrohir teased cheekily, his own

breathing still ragged.

There was a moment’s silence, then the guardian chuckled wryly.

"What amuses you, mellonen?", Elladan asked with a grin,

rolling to face the blonde elf.

Haldir took a minute to control his mirth. "I fear the encore would

kill me."

***Finis***