The Joy of Giving

Title: The Joy of Giving
Cookie Challenge: 1 (24.10.04)
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Elrohir/Elladan/Aragorn
Summary: The twins discover Aragorn’s attachment to their sister and decide that the ranger needs to experience a little more of life before being tied down to one woman.

Original Challenge: Two guys in an established relationship. One decides to seduce a third party with his 'friend's' help. The two guys have to successfully tie up third party, and third partyt bet be a virgin. (at least for other guys)

*

“ Have you heard?”

Elladan paused in his reading at the voice. Knowing how persistent Elrohir could be when he wished to discussed something the elf considered important, Elladan resigned himself to the inevitable and with a slight sigh put down the book he had been studying. He glanced towards his brother as Elrohir came closer, an obvious look of amusement mixed with deep thought crossing his brother’s expression.

“ I was reading,” Elladan reproached. Elrohir seemed unrepentant at such interruptions of reading material, and simply gave a glance backwards over his right shoulder before crouching in front of his twin brother with an expectant expression. Elladan could see the usual twinkle in the grey eyes that normally signified something of vague importance. “ Well, then. What is it?”

“ Arwen plans to wed our little foster brother,” Elrohir’s smile became even wider if that were possible. Elladan looked startled for a few moments then recovered his equilibrium, picking up the book he had discarded and flicking to the correct page.

“ I see. I assume Estel is willing?” his eyes flickered to his brother.

Elrohir smiled in amusement. “ He is, not that it would have made any difference as well you know. Once Arwen has decided upon something, then that is how it will be,”

Elladan shook his head, and looked back at his book. “ I will never understand the female of the species,” he replied. A hand inserted itself exactly at the spot he was reading. The elf sighed heavily and pointedly, his gaze meeting his brothers. “ Elrohir, you are beginning to irritate me,”

“ I know, brother dearest. And you are beginning to irritate me! Can you not see the potential?” Elrohir swiftly seized hold of the book in the possibilities that Elladan’s attention would be distracted yet again.

Elladan raised an eyebrow. “ Potential?” he echoed, deciding to let his twin’s book stealing efforts go without comment. Elrohir nodded, and glanced over his shoulder again as though expecting someone to be creeping up on them. Elladan’s interest grew. “ Pray tell, what did you have in mind, brother?” he murmured.

“ Surely we cannot allow our little fo bro brother to marry without fully experiencing life? He is mortal. He does not have as long as we to fully explore his sexuality.” Elrohir gave his brother a meaningful look. Elladan frowned at him.

” Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” he asked slowly. Elrohir smiled gently.

” Most likely, brother dearest.”

“ Kindly desist in calling me brother dearest,” Elladan grumbled. “ It makes me sound positively simple-minded.” Elrohir smiled again, and gently took the book from Elladan’s unresisting hands.

” Is that a yes, Elladan?” The twinkle was back in the elf’s eyes as he surveyed his brother in interest. Elladan paused for only a moment, knowing he would agree but equally knowing that agreeing with his twin too early in the argument would simply cause difficulties with Elrohir’s already grand sense of self importance.

“ It certainly would be a pity should certain .. avenues be cut off simply through Arwen’s possessiveness,” the elf mused lightly. Elrohir nodded in agreement.

“ You know what Estel’s like. Enjoys being mothered. Estel is bound to rely on Arwen’s advice too much,” Elrohir shook his head. “ I believe we owe it to him.”

“ It would be only right. We are his foster brothers. We should look out for each other,” Elladan continued this theme in a warm voice.

” Indeed. Opening Estel’s eyes to the possibilities that surround him,” added Elrohir helpfully.

“ Allowing him new experiences and an ability to see things from a different angle.” Elladan’s own eyes were twinkling slightly. “ As it were.”

“ It would be wrong to refuse,” Elrohir’s voice was one of righteous enthusiasm.

“ Indeed.”

There was a pause as plans were formed. Elrohir’s finger tapped lightly in thought on the book he was still holding. Elladan smiled to himself and stood, stretching, before turning to his brother who had graceful rose to his feet at his brother’s movement.

“ I believe Estel is currently training out in the forests,” Elladan commented mildly. Elrohir raised an eyebrow.

” You wish to undertake a plan so suddenly? If what I understand of Estel is correct, I doubt whether he has much, if any, experience in what we are suggesting. Have you fully considered the method we will take?” The elf’s voice suggested that this was extremely doubtful to say the least. Elladan smiled at him.

” Kindly look at the title of the book you hold in your hand, brother,”

Elrohir glanced at it in faint surprise, frowned at the title, and looked back at him with a startled expression. Elladan smiled sweetly at his brother’s discovery of the chosen reading material. It had taken a while to recover the book from Erestor, but every elf had heard of its suggestions and in depth research into the most suitable sexual positions and practises for every possible occasion.

“ There’s always a book for everything.” Elladan spoke lightly. “ And I believeat mat minds think alike. I have ideas for Estel, do not fear of that,” the elf paused, then smiled again as though focusing on a thought rather than his speech. “ Yes. I think something could definitely be arranged,”

*

Aragorn swung again with his sword, then paused, feeling the sweat run down his back from the workout. His heart beat strongly in his chest, his breathing short but controlled. He judged his balance and went through the motions again, cut, thrust, parry, balancing perfectly on the balls of his feet-

“ Nice,” came a voice from just behind him.

” Arrrgh!” Aragorn whipped round and was treated to a raised eyebrow at the sword point that was hovering near Elladan’s chest. Aragorn relaxed slightly, and breathed deeper, shaking his head at his foster brother wearily. “ I’ve told you not to do that,”

“ Yes, you have,” agreed Elladan mildly, with obviously no intention of stopping such a source of entertainment. Aragorn glared at him, and re-sheathed his sword.

“ It’s extremely dangerous. What would happen if I’d accidentally hit you?” he snapped. Elladan looked perplexed.

“ You know, I doubt it will come up.” He smiled and shrugged. Aragorn sighed to himself and folded his arms.

” Wherelrohlrohir?”

“ Here,” Again, immediately behind him. Aragorn almost had a heart attack.

“ For fuck’s sake!” Aragorn had to refocus the breathing, and calmed himself down. “ Okay, fine. I assume the pair of you want something?” He shifted to a position he could properly eye both elves. The twins eyed each other, then as one smiled back at the ranger in front of them. With deliberation. Almost smugly. Aragorn began to got aot a little bit paranoid about this, having fallen victim to the twin’s sense of mischief on more than one occasion. He never wanted to explain to his foster father why his clothes smelt so strongly of oranges again.

“ We heard about your situation,” Elrohir spoke. Aragorn looked briefly confused.

” My situation?” he echoed.

” Arwen,” clarified Elladan helpfully. The young ranger glanced from elf to elf, his cautious expression only slightly improving at the introduction of a topic.

” And you approve?” he asked slowly when it was clear that further information was not forthcoming. Elrohir raised his eyebrows and smiled in amusement.

“ Why, of course. Arwen has good taste.”

” It was a two way decision, you know,” remarked Aragorn dryly.

” Of course it was, Estel,” replied Elladan smoothly. “ Of course it was.”

Aragorn sighed. “ Right. So, what? You’re here to give your blessing?” he glanced between the elves, searching for some type of confirmation. The twins glanced at each other, then smiled back at him again. Aragorn felt the return of his caution building. Oh, by the Valar. Please no ‘male bonding’ or whatever else it was that Arwen had warned him about. “ You do realise it won’t be for some time?” he added hast hop hoping to cut whatever it was off at the pass.

Elrohir shrugged delicately. “ We had guessed as much. Our sister would not wish to interfere in your training.”

Aragorn narrowed his eyes at the possible implications that this training was badly needed, but decided to let it go. He knew damn well he would lose any argument, whether it be insult or physical. Elladan was too quick with the verbal responses, and Elrohir always seemed to find some sort of excuse to pin him down on the floor with seemingly effortless grace and strength like mithril. It was always incredibly embarrassing, but they maintained they were doing it to improve his defences. Although which enemy they expected to use such tactics as those hadn’t been made clear in the slightest.

“ So…?” Aragorn pressed.

Elrohir looked insulted. “ Can’t brothers do anything nice for each other?”

“ Not you two, no.” Aragorn eyed them with a faint smile on his face. Elrohir glanced to his twin in appeal.

“ Did you hear that?”

” Well, I am standing directly beside you…,” murmured Elladan. “ So, yes.”

“ He doesn’t trust us,” Elrohir continued, waving a hand in Aragorn’s direction.

” It’s true. He doesn’t.” concluded Elladan sadly.

“ I don’t,” clarified Aragorn, just in case they cared about his opinion. “ I find it’s safer not to.”

” See? Did you hear that?” Elrohir turned back to his brother. Elladan sighed.

” I believe we’ve covered this part, brother. Although it does beg the question why our little foster brother has such a suspicious nature towards us,” The twins looked at each other, then back at Aragorn, who was suddenly aware of two sets of grey eyes looking at him in far more interest than he was hoping for.

” Let’s just say experience,” he said hastily. Elrohir grinned.

” Excellent! He likes experiences,”

” That’s not what I said-!“ Aragorn found himself suddenly propelled backwards as his foster brother put his hands on his shoulders and walked him backwards. Having a distinct disadvantage when it came to navigating, Aragorn almost tripped up over a small bush. Elladan was soon by his side, encouraging Elrohir to give Aragorn the opportunity to turn himself so he was walking forwards rather than backwards. The ranger was promptly pushed forwards as soon as he faced the correct direction, elven hands on his shoulders.

Aragorn for his part was tagging along obediently, having already realised that to resist was likely to be extremely futile. Elrohir’s steering, at least, was reasonable. It took him only a few moments of being push -lead to realise exactly which direction they were heading.

“ The lake?” he guessed.

” Less talking, more walking,” instructed his foster brother. Aragorn sighed and continued along the forest path. The lake, indeed, was the intended target. Aragorn looked at the almost still clear water for a moment, the afternoon sun causing speckles of light to dance on the water’s surface, before glancing back at his foster brothers expectantly.

” Well?”

Elrohir sighed, and glanced towards Elladan. “ Impatient little brute, isn’t he?”

“ True. Some things die hard,” shrugged his twin. “ Estel, we thought it would be nice if you went swimming with us. A light hearted moment, as it were.”

“ Now?” Aragorn looked irritated. “ You are aware that I have a lot to –“

There was a sudden splash as Elrohir pushed him in. The elf was aware of his twin watching him wearily, and smiled as sweetly as a babe in response. Elladan sighed again and began to strip his own clothes off, one eye on Aragorn who had sat up, spluttering in the thigh deep water. Water trailed from his hair which had now slicked back from his face, making him take on a more otter like appearance. Surprised blue-grey eyes looked back at the elves as Aragorn recovered.

Elladan paused in his unfastening to study the now damp Aragorn a little longer.

” Impatient but sweet little thing,” he commented to his brother. Elrohir nodded his agreement.

“ Certainly. Extremely … what’s the word?” Elrohir frowned in thought.

“ Cute?” suggested Elladan, ridding himself of his breeches whilst they spoke.

“ That’s it,” Elrohir smiled easily at Aragorn who was giving them a mutinous glare and a few well chosen mutters in response, and began to get undressed himself with no self-consciousness whatsoever. Aragorn, who had only seen brief glimpses of his brothers nude – and normally when he had accidentally strayed into one of their lovemaking sessions – was suddenly treated to a full visual experience. The ranger’s eyes grew wider, his protests ceasing. Neither of the twins seemed to notice Aragorn’s moment of speechlessness as they continued to undress and finally walk into the lake themselves.

Elrohir tugged Aragorn’s sodden tunic sleeve in amusement. “ You may want to take that off before actually trying to swim,” he suggested helpfully. Aragorn growled in his throat and pulled the tunic off, throwing it at the bank where it landed with a wet splat. The boots soon followed. Aragorn paused when it came to his breeches, but the twins did not allow him any moment to reconsider. Elladan’s hands were already on the drawstring.

“ I can do it myself you know,” Aragorn retorted, trying to hide exactly how flustered he felt with male hands so close to his groin. Elladan didn’t bother to glance up.

“ I know. I just wanted to do this.” The breeches were soon free. Aragorn hesitated for a moment more before pulling the breeches entirely off, although attempting to do this with wet material in a middle of a lake proved disastrous to his balance and grace. The elves shared a smile as the breeches finally ended up abandoned on the bank with the other items.

Not wanting to scare the human, Elladan gave Aragorn’s arm a little tug to encourage him into deeper water where swimming might actually achieve something. Still a little startled, Aragorn allowed himself to be pulled in, following the elf with long, powerful strokes. The ranger was aware of Elrohir following a little way behind them, giving them room although Aragorn was still aware of the almost predatory gaze of the elf. Oh yes, there was something happening here which had nothing to do with bathing.

Elladan floated on his back briefly before leading them back into more shallow warmer waters. Aragorn was even more aware of the powerful graceful bodies near him, and struggled to focus on what was actually happening. Which was .. well, not a great deal to be honest.

” So what did you really want to speak to me about?” The ranger’s curiosity had managed to get the better of him, his eyes flickering between the two elves. Elrohir eyed Elladan with a smile, and then raised an eyebrow in question. Elladan seemed more happy to take things at a slower speed and simply looked towards Aragorn.

” What makes you think that we didn’t just want you washed?”

“ The lack of soap.” Aragorn raised his own eyebrow, although certainly didn’t miss the look of total amusement that crossed Elrohir’s face before it was stamped down. The ranger narrowed his eyes.

” What?” he asked suspiciously, then almost jumped as Elladan put his hand gently on Aragorn’s shoulder.

“ You seem a little tense, Estel,” he murmured in a deliberately low voice. Aragorn’s eyes widened, his expression stating exactly what that voice did for the level of tension. He glanced round even more startled as Elrohir put his hand on the smooth firm skin of Aragorn’s back.

“ What …?” Aragorn looked like a deer surprised by the hunt. The elves’ gazes met over the ranger’s shoulder to share a smile. Aragorn’s head turned sharply forwards once again as Elladan moved closer, his grey eyes focused entirely on the ranger in front of him to the extent that Aragorn could honestly believe that the elf had forgotten everything else around him. Elladan smiled to himself at the ranger’s dazed expression before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Aragorn’s.

The world paused, just for a moment.

“ What the Valar..?!” Aragorn finally pushed himself away but collided immediately with Elrohir who had positioned himself directly behind him. Hands steadied him, resting on his hips. Aragorn tried to swivel but Elrohir’s hands were firm on what they wanted to happen. Realising he was again unlikely to win against two very determined elves, Aragorn stared back at Elladan helplessly. Elrohir, pressed up tightly against Aragorn, could feel his heart beat race through him, could feel the little shiver that could either be coldness or emotion. However, the heat radiating off the mortal was intoxicating.

“ It’s okay, Estel. We won’t hurt you.” Elladan was cautious, ensuring that the nervousness was due to inexperience rather than anything more unpleasant. Aragorn simply looked at him, completely still, waiting. He made no attempt to break away from Elrohir’s grasp, his gaze steady on Elladan as the elf leaned forward and kissed him on the lips again. He could feel the human’s discomfort slowly fade through each moment that passed.

Elladan opened his mouth slightly and licked Aragorn’s lips, requesting entrance. Aragorn hesitated for a moment, then kissed him back, his own mouth opening slightly to allow the elf to explore gently. Elladan pressed forward more insistently, his body hard against Aragorn’s. He could feel the vibrations as Aragorn moaned softly, reluctantly, could feel the man shudder as Elrohir obviously quit his job as warden and began to rub himself against the curve of Aragorn’s backside.

And the most satisfying of all; the ranger’s hardness pressed longingly against his own, Aragorn obviously and desperately trying not to move, not to grind himself against his foster brother. Elladan made a purring noise of pleasure deep in his throat, his hands in unison with his brother, both carefully running their hands over seemingly every inch of Aragorn’s cold damp skin. Elladan could feel Aragorn’s pure submission to this invasion, not that he would have had much choice in the matter or anywhere to retreat to should he have the desire to do so.

Elladan met his brother’s gaze over Aragorn’s shoulder. A silent message was communicated. Aragorn had time to begin to glance around when Elladan moved slightly away from him, the heat from his body a noticeable absence. Aragorn refocused on the elf in front of him. However, it was always the elf you couldn’t see who would be the problem, and Elrohir proved this rule magnificently. Hands resting on Aragorn’s hips he gave him a little push forwards, encouraging Aragorn to walk.

There was a noticeable sigh from Aragorn, who nevertheless complied with this request, a longing look at Elladan noticed by the elves who smiled to themselves.

Once the little party had reached the bank, Elrohir turned Aragorn to face him, immediately embracing him and claiming him for his own for at least this moment in time. Elladan watched indulgently, only breaking them apart for a moment to kiss his brother as he wandered past the pair to recover the items they had already deposited at the treeline, his hand trailing over Aragorn’s shoulder as he passed.

“ You’re a fast learner,” murmured Elrohir, his eyes amused yet still focused. Aragorn looked insulted.

” And who says I’m learning?” he retorted, softly. Elrohir’s smile broadened.

” Well, I can treat you as experienced, little brother, but I would not recommend it. It’s only for the more .. dedicated of our kind,” There was a twinkle in his eye that Aragorn recognised.” We” We cannot break you,” chimed in Elladan who had now returned to position himself just behind the ranger. “ Arwen would not be amused.”

“ You wouldn’t break me, as you put it,” Aragorn’s expression was one of stubborn mutiny amongst still unfulfilled desire.

“ Oh, I’m sure we can. Would you like us to try?” asked Elrohir helpfully.

“ Elrohir!” warned Elladan. Elrohir looked the very picture of hurt innocence as he glanced back at his brother.

” Well, as I understand it, our little foster brother is willing to take the chance,” There was a look of sheer pleasure in Elrohir’s expression. Elladan looked at him sternly, placing his hands on Aragorn’s hips, feeling the man shiver at the contact. If they didn’t press on soon Aragorn would no doubt be shivering under very different reasons. Humans had difficulties with cold.

“ Do not tease him. You know he is not ready for that,”

” Of course I’m ready!” retorted Aragorn automatically, then paused as his mind worked out exactly what had been said. “ Ready for what?” he added cautiously.

“ You see? His mouth is too fast for his mind to catch up,” reproached Elladan. Elrohir raised an eyebrow.

” Normally in such circumstances as these a fast mouth would be considered a benefit.” he said sweetly, leaning ove lic lick and nibble his way up Aragorn’s neck as his brother groaned at his words. The ranger moaned softly, then re-gathered his thoughts.

“ You two always treat me as if I’m some sort of baby you have to mollycoddle.” Aragorn protested. “ When will you realise that I’m just as – AH!”

Elrohir moved his head back slightly as the ranger jumped like a suddenly branded steer, Elladan’s hand tightening on Aragorn’s hip to ensure that the ranger didn’t jump too far away. He circled the finger that he had carefully but swiftly inserted into Aragorn as he had been speaking, before withdrawing it. He could feel trembles running through his foster brother’s body, his breathing suddenly as though he had run the length of the Misty Mountains. Elrohir took one look at the dazed and startled expression on Aragorn’s face and sighed.

” Exactly how much experience have you had?”

Aragorn’s eyes shifted to him, but he didn’t say a word. A whimper escaped his lips as Elladan pressed himself to the ranger’s back, his finger re-invading the human, persistently exploring, slowing opening him. Elrohir watched in fascination as a number of emotions crossed Aragorn’s face, his eyes no longer focusing on the elf in front of him. Shock was there, followed by what appeared to be embarrassment. However, desire was also present, shadowing over the other emotions. Elrohir smiled in satisfaction. He would indeed be a quick learner.

He leant back, his mouth on Aragorn’s again although now there was an urgency surrounding it. Aragorn was swift to respond, his own need clear in his actions, his hands pulling his foster brother closer. Elrohir could feel the man hesitate as Elladan obviously increased his attention, a faint tremble through the man’s body at the second finger working its way into him.

Elladan allowed the mortal to become used to the gently thrusting fingers before attempting to add a third, although he could feel the little jump that accompanied this, the light moan pressed to his brother’s mouth. He smiled to himself as Aragorn gave a little nudge backwards onto his fingers, encouraging, and once again at the noise of protest as he finally withdraw them.

The elf met his brother’s gaze calmly. Elrohir gave a slight nod in agreement. Aragorn’s query died in his throat at the feel of his brother’s arousal pressed against him, Elladan’s hands on his hips gently pushing him forwards, positioning him into one where he could enter whilst still allowing Elrohir access. This, of course, did rely on Aragorn’s own balance, however. Elladan had not considered the sheer weightlessness of his foster brother’s legs whilst his mind was burning with sexual frustration. Obviously certain things did have to be toned down a little when it came to humans.

On the other hand, Aragorn was managing to stay upright through sheer will of mind and the grace of the Valar, although obviously positions would have to be reassessed after a while. After a moment’s pause, Elladan pushed forwards a little, his hands firm on Aragorn’s hips to make sure his slow thrust was exactly the position he wanted it to be. He heard Aragorn gasp, a surprised almost frightened gasp, as the ranger felt the iron hard length of his brother enter him, breaching still protesting muscle. Elrohir pushed him back down as the ranger immediately tried to straighten his back.

He could feel the pants and gasps Aragorn was making vibrate through his body, the racing pulse of the young man throbbing against him. Elrohir was watching him, his eyes cloudy with desire, a small smile flickering on his face as he watched. His own hand gently ran over his erection, matching Elladan’s thrusts as he began to move inside Aragorn, his thrusts picking up speed and power. He heard Aragorn yell out as Elrohir moved to kneel in front of the ranger, his hands working swiftly on Aragorn’s groin, stroking, caressing, tormenting. Aragorn yelped again as his foster brother took him deep into his mouth, swiftly finding a rhythm to match his brothers perfectly, his tongue talented and seemingly everywhere.

Elladan could feel Aragorn’s control over his balance and legs beginning to fail, a strong tremble through them. Murmuring a word to Elrohir, he paused, deep inside the ranger, and gently encouraged him to kneel hands and knees on the floor, Elrohir moving out of the way. Aragorn seemed too stunned to even make a noise, moving into the position that his foster brother had indicated. Elladan ran his hands over Aragorn’s raised backside lightly, his arousal buried to the hilt into the man.

Any fears that they might have that Aragorn was in any way unenthusiastic were shattered as the ranger lifted his head and took Elrohir’s length into his mouth, his foster brother giving a gasp of surprise. However, Elrohir was not one to refuse such an invitation; positioning himself to give Aragorn the easiest access he could, his hands tangled in Aragorn’s shoulder length dark hair as he watched the ranger work his eron ion if not with total skill then sheer willingness and enthusiasm.

Elrohir glanced up, noticing his brother’s expression that normally signified that he was reaching his peak. Hands tightened on Aragorn’s hips, briefly causing red marks in the white skin, Elladan almost freezing solidly before releasing into the waiting body of the ranger with a soft sigh. Elrohir smiled fondly. His brother always did manage to orgasm with the more graceful of noises.

Gently withdrawing himself from Aragorn, Elrohir smiled at the grey-blue gaze that was looking up at him before deciding that it was certainly his turn.

“ Estel,” he murmured softly. “ On your back.”

Aragorn hesitated, his eyes clearly showing his reluctance to start taking orders, but he did so, embarrassment mixed with sheer desire showing on his face. Elrohir leant over him, his tongue back on Aragorn’s neck, but the ranger had obviously moved on from such minor torments, grinding his erection against the firm body of hrothrother above him. Elrohir seized hold of Aragorn’s hands and deliberately moved them above his head, echoing so many memories of forcing the human into grudgingly accepting submission whilst he was growing up, having nowhere near the power it would take to shake off the elf.

“ You keep doing that and you’re getting tied up,” he warned lightly, his eyeowinowing his eagerness towards that little suggestion. Aragorn stilled, his eyes narrowed slightly and looking appraisingly at Elrohir, uncertain exactly what the elf was suggesting. hir hir glanced towards his brother who had already moved to the pack they had brought to this spot in preparation, obtaining the silken ties that he knew that Elrohir liked. Aragorn could see the elf’s eyes light up even further at their production before finding Elladan’s hands on his wrists, swiftly binding them.

” Thank you, brother,” Elrohir smiled warmly, and ran his now free hands down Aragorn’s sides. Aragorn jumped as hands brushed ticklish areas. Elrohir ed, ed, before gently but persistently moving the ranger into position. Aragorn arched his back as the elf finally entered him, Elrohir’s eyes shining with sensation. Angling himself slightly, Elrohir thrust again, a look of concentration crossing his face.

The almost bloodcurdling scream that came from Aragorn’s throat as the elf struck the perfect spot inside him made Elladan blink in surprise and Elrohir to smile grimly. Birds flew from the treetops, startled by the noise. Aragorn made a few more moans, his eyes wide and surprised at this sudden explosion of sensation inside him. Elrohir waited for him to recover before striking it again, grinning in a manner than was almost evil at Aragorn’s resulting sob-cry.

He rested his hand around Aragorn’s throbbing erection, feeling the heat, his eyes fixed on the ranger who looked exhausted. Feeling a moment of kindness, Elrohir started to stroke roughly, in time to his thrusts. Aragorn moaned pitifully, his gasps and pants growing quicker and more urgent with every moment that passed. His hands, still tied above his head, ripped up a few blade of grass as his hands automatically tried to scrabble for a purchase on anything. Elladan’s hand still held his wrists in place, just in case he did decide to escape, whilst the elf’s other hand was busy on his own erection.

“ By the Valar…,” moaned Aragorn, squeezing his eyes shut only to suddenly open them in horror as Elrohir deliberately slowed down his movements. Arn wrn was not the only one to notice

“ Elrohir. Be nice,” ordered Elladan. His brother stuck out his tongue at him, before grudgingly speeding up his hand. Aragorn groaned again before taking a much deeper breath than usual. Elrohir could feel muscles begin to tense around him, and thrust into the willing body a final time before Aragorn came loudly, his back muscles arched, his erection coating his foster brother’s hand with his seed, muscles clenching and unclenching around Elrohir as his body found its release.

Elrohir had not been expecting exactly how much the orgasm would affect him. Knowing Aragorn was tight, almost definitely a virgin despite his little protests, he had assumed it would be strong. However, as powerful muscles gripped him tightly, he realised that perhaps a little more willpower had been called for; one more thrust into Aragorn’s body and he had reached his own completion, crying out as he came hard.

Regaining complete control over himself, Elrohir gently withdrew from Aragorn, watching in amusement as Elladan gently kissed Aragorn tenderly on the mouth before licking up his spilt seed, the ranger trembling from overused nerves at the gentle touch of the elf’s tongue on him. Once the ranger had been cleaned to Elladan’s precise requirements, the elf sat back up and looked in satisfaction at his brother. Aragorn groaned softly to himself and rolled over, eyes closed.

” You two going to release me or am I going back with this thing on my wrists?” he asked without opening his eyes from sheer tiredness, feeling his breathing try to get back to normal. The elves glanced at him, then at each other. The ranger was suddenly aware of a long silence where affirmation should have presented itself, and opened one eye worriedly.

The glade, of course, was empty.

*

Arwen found the twins later that day, Elrohir with his back to a wall taking in the last of the evening sun whilst Elladan had his nose buried in what looked like a book from Erestor’s personal library. Elladan looked up as she approached; even Elrohir managed to open an eye and look in interest in her general direction.

” Ah! Our favourite sister,” Elladan lowered the book slightly. “ I hear congratulations are in order,”

” Good day, Elladan. Yes, indeed, they are. And I hear that you two have been harassing my betrothed.” Arwen’s expression was extreme serenity. The twins ld atd at each other, then looked back at her, radiating innocence.

” Harass?” echoed Elladan.

” Us?” commented Elrohir.

Arwen’s expression never wavered. “ Yes,” she continued in her light tones. “ He was quite a state when he finally slunk in, smelling of you two, blades of grass in his hair and wearing some extremely moist breeches.”

Elladan frowned. “ How much of a state are we talking?” he queried suspiciously. A smi smiled at him.

” Not that type of state, if that is what is concerning you. No, that particular element was fine. However, it took me an hour to stop him apologising.” She raised an eyebrow. “ He feels extremely guilty for the games you two managed to get him to do.”

Elrohir was impressed. “ He told you straight away?”

Arwen looked surprised. “ Well, of course. We tell each other everything,”

The twins exchanged glances. Elrohir leaned further back against the wall, his eyes twinkling.

“ Everything?” he echoed.

“ Everything,” Arwen’s voice was firm.

“ Including discussing about that Mirkwood elf you used to see.. what was it, five hundred years ago? When you were exploring your sexual alignments, or whatever you told father?” the elf’s eyes were interested.

“ Well, mostly everything,” Arwen amended.

“ What about that nice human lad you stole from us?” chimed in Elladan.

“ The phrase is ‘borrowed’” Arwen gave him a patient look. “ and the topic hasn’t come up.”

Elrohir shook his head lightly, his eyes amused. “ We didn’t think you would want a husband who had limited experience,” he commented. Arwen turned surprised eyes onto him.

“ Why, Elrohir! What makes you think he’d be limited in his sexual experience by the time we are married?” She smiled sweetly at him. Elladan smiled to himself and glanced down at his book. Arwen shook her head.

“ I will calm him down this time, but I will not bepy ipy if I find you two have ‘borrowed’ him again for another exploration in sexual pursuits,” she looked at them sternly. “ Clear?”

“ Of course,” Elladan nodded.

“ You can trust us,” added Elrohir, and smiled again. Arwen narrowed her eyes at them, then gave a brief nod.

“ Good.”

Elrohir watched her as she made her way back towards the main building, and, no doubt, the apologetic Aragorn. Their sister was thankfully flexible in her possessiveness. And, after all, she did owe them.

“ So,” he said idly once there was no chance of sisters evesdropping. “ Will we stop borrowing him for sexual pursists?”

Elladan turned a page, the ghost of a smile hovering at his lips. “ I doubt it,” he replied. Elrohir nodded.

” Good.”


END