A slight mistake

A slight mistake

Elladan looked at his brother and grinned. “I never thought I would say this, but you are being a coward Elrohir. Surely you do not think that I would hurt you?”

They were chains, embedded firmly into the wall at the headboard of Elladan’s bed. How they got there baffled Elrohir for he could not picture his brother casually asking one of the smiths to ‘please install some chains and manacles into my bedroom wall’. They were strong, and thick pieces of metal, Elrohir could see that from where he stood. The chains were heavy and probably made of iron or steel, and were a dull grey.

“Elladan, you have either completely lost your mind or you have never had one to begin with? You expect me to lie down and get….get chained to your bed??” Elrohir closed his eyes and shook his head. “To just lie there, and not be able to move. To be stuck in whatever positions you choose for me and have you take off your clothes, lie on top of me and…” Elrohir’s eyes snapped open when he heard a soft whimper from the other elf. The twin raised his eyebrow and smirked. “Elladan, do not tell me that it arouses you?”

Elladan stared at his brother, the way that Elrohir had described what he had imagined the night before….it was almost exactly what he had planned. Except one little detail; Elrohir was obviously not in any way eager for this new idea to take place. “Elrohir, why is it you must always be afraid to try new things? Surely you do not think I would just leave you there afterwards. Do you not trust me, brother?”

“No. Not really, no.” Elrohir replied, staring doubtfully at the metal bracelets. They looked dubious at best, and he had no idea what anyone could possibly want with the things.

His thoughts, however, went straight out the window when a warm hand settled inside the front of his breeches. Elrohir went stiff, and slowly turned around to face his twin. “Your hand, Elladan, is wrapped around my cock.” Elrohir informed him.

“Really?” Elladan raised his eyebrow and laughed, squeezing gently before leaning down and kissing his brother on the throat. Sucking hard he bit down before rubbing his cheek against Elrohir’s face. “I guess I better do something about that. Or maybe you should instead. Come brother, what will you do to me for putting my hand on you?”

“I will kiss you, I think. Perhaps Elladan I shall even remove your shirt.” Elrohir said pointedly before proceeding to do so. “Then I shall remove your breeches, and lay you upon the bed.”

Elladan smiled as he was laid down upon the soft coverlet, shivering only once at the cool sheets on his skin. “What else shall you do to me, Elrohir? Ai, brother your tongue, kiss me now.”

Elrohir frowned at his brother’s words and bit him hard on the neck. “You do not give me instructions right now, Elladan. I am the one who is in charge.” Slowly, the son of Elrond guided his brother’s hands above his head and leaned down to taste Elladan’s mouth. Sweet, like honey nectar with cinnamon inside. His brother moaned, kissing him back before jerking away when Elrohir quickly put the iron bracelets around Elladan’s wrists. A soft ‘click’ was heard before Elrohir sprang away, laughing at the infuriated look on his brother’s face.

“Elrohir, when I get my hands on you!” Elladan yanked on the chains harshly, but to no avail. He had installed them too well, and the irony was not lost on him that he was now stuck in the very things that he had wanted to use on Elrohir. Clenching his teeth, he glared at his brother who by this time had been forced to sit down to the intensity of his laughter. Things were not turning out well for the heir of Imladris.

“I suppose you are going to let me out of these chains eventually. Will it be any time soon, brother?” Elrohir was sure that his brother had no idea of how disgruntled he sounded, which made the situation all the more amusing. “If you say please, I believe I might just be nice enough to let you out of the chains. Well Elladan?” Elrohir licked his brother’s inner thigh and snickered at his twin’s outraged squirming. “What is that word I want to hear?”

“Elrohir, get these things off of me or so help me when I get out of here I shall make you wish I had been an only child!” Elladan yelled, while twisting in every direction to get the cuffs to give. Things were not turning out well for the oldest son of Elrond. It had not been his intention to get chained to the wall himself, nor was it his inclination to submit to his younger brother. It was always Elrohir who yielded to him, and this reversal of roles did not sit well with him.

Elrohir rolled his eyes, and shook his head at his stubborn twin. Ah yes, it was quite alright if Elladan got his way but if Elrohir ever got his way….oh no, mustn’t have that. “You really are so spoiled Elladan. You wanted to play with the chains, and now you are. What are you complaining about, really?” An angry snort from the bed was his answer and the younger twin sighed in exasperation. “Fine, fine, have it your way.” He reached over and gave the cuffs a tug. “Elladan, how do you open these?”

Elladan glared at his brother and sulked. “With a key, how else? It’s on the shelf above you.” He watched with disgruntled lust as his brother’s lean body stretched over him to get access to the shelves above the bed. But as the minutes ticked by and Elrohir had not gotten down, he began to get a little frustrated in more way then one. “By the Valar, what is taking so long? Elrohir have you gone blind, they are right on the shelf.”

Elrohir stood still, staring at the shelf. In the back of his mind a small voice was laughing hysterically at the sight of his brother’s face when he told him that- “Elladan there is no key. You must have misplaced it; I guess you’re stuck like that.” The response he had expected was rather accurate.

“What?! What do you mean you can’t find the Valar forsaken keys! Elrohir, you have five seconds to get me out of here before I make you wish you had never been born!” Elladan yelled, trying yet again to free himself from the cast iron chains. This was rediculous, not only had Elrohir chained him to his own bed, now he was stick here for who knows how long?

“Well, I guess that I can go get help…” Elrohir trailed off, seeing at the horrified look on his brother’s face. “Or perhaps I can just look for the key? Where do you think you last left it?”

“I left it on the blasted shelf, right where it is supposed to be now!” Elladan snapped. His wrists were already sore from the constant friction and were beginning to chafe against the metal bracelets. “Well, what are you waiting for? Start looking!”

Twenty minutes later, even Elladan had to concede defeat. Both elves were now miserable, and the fact that the day was wearing on was not lost on either sons of Elrond. “I think, Elladan that I need to get someone to open the locks. I have no idea to get you out of those things.” The two elves looked at each other, both running through a list of names of people who would be able to pick locks and keep their confidence.

Elladan sighed. The only person who he could think of was his father’s adviser; Erestor. Erestor, who not only was one of the most acid tongued prudes in Imladris, but also a close friend of their father’s. He was also very proficient at picking locks, and keeping secrets.

“I believe it is time for me to get Erestor, Elladan. I’m sorry I’ve gotten you into this.” Elrohir said softly. He sat down on the bed and stroked his brother’s hair. “Elladan, are you angry with me?”

His brother shook his head and sighed. It had been his own stupid idea that had gotten him into this situation, to blame his brother would be foolish. “No, I am not angry. Just…just go get him please.”

Elrohir nodded and set off for the library, where the snappish scholar spent most of his time.

Erestor looked up and frowned at the door when he heard a tentative knock. Of all the inconvenient times to be interrupted it just had to be when he was checking the inventory reports that Lindir had turned in. Resigning himself to the fact that he would have to work late, he told the knocker to enter.

Elrohir slowly pushed the door open and peered inside. The sight of Erestor glaring at him from within nearly made him turn around and walk right back out again, but the memory of Elladan lying there miserable kept him there. Clearing his throat, he walked over to the desk and smiled half heartedly at the advisor. “Elladan and I are experiencing a little…problem. We would greatly appreciate your help.”

Erestor raised his eyebrow at the uncommon humbleness in Elrohir’s request, and instantly became suspicious. The last time he had ‘helped’ the twins, it had gotten him involved in a prank he had had no knowledge of. Narrowing his eyes, he inquired of the nature of the little…problem.

“Well, you see, Elladan had gotten some new locks, and during a little joking around…” Elrohir sighed and ducked his head. “Elladan is chained to the wall and we can’t get him loose.” He mumbled.

This was turning into the more surreal aspects of the advisor’s day. “Did you just say that your brother is chained to a wall and can’t get loose?” He asked incredulously. Surely that was not what Elrohir had said; surely not.

Elrohir nodded sheepishly and sighed. “We would like you to unlock him, since you have a way with locks that it seems we lack. Please, Erestor. We don’t know who else to turn to.” Feeling desperate he walked over to the advisor and knelt down. Placing his hands on the elf’s knees he smiled pathetically. “I’ll do anything?”

Erestor sat very still, feeling the heat of Elrohir’s hand soak into his knee and lower thigh. Another heat stirred as well, higher than his knee and in between his legs. Anything, absolutely anything. Perhaps he should see just how desperate, how needy Elrohir was for his brother’s freedom. Perhaps how desperate he could be.

“Very well, but keep in mind that you and your brother now owe me a favour. A very large favour that I expect will be repaid without complaint, is that understood Elrohir?”

Elrohir nodded and got up, pushing himself up of Erestor’s legs. The advisor sat for a moment longer, staring at his knees while the heat from the younger elf’s palms disappeared with the loss of contact. Looking up at the youngest son of Elrond, he stood and followed to Elladan’s bedroom.

Elladan looked up from his prison of bed sheets and pillows and sighed as the two elves walked in. Today had been the most unpleasant he had had in well over a century. Not only had he been totally humiliated by getting stuck in this position, but now he would have to be laughed at by Erestor for the rest of eternity. Grimacing, he turned over and nodded to the advisor and his brother.

Erestor nodded at the Heir of Imladris and stifled a snicker at Elladan’s predicament. How an elf could get himself chained to a bed….Erestor raised an eyebrow as an idea flashed through his mind. Yes, it was now obvious what the twins had been up to when the little ‘accident’ had occurred.

Elrohir shivered at the cold wolfish grin that spread across the advisor’s face. Apparently he had made a slight mistake in bringing Erestor here, where both brothers had to submit to him. “Um, Erestor, the locks are on the…” Erestor covered his mouth with his hand, silencing him quickly.

“Do not speak unless I tell you to, is that clear?” Erestor asked calmly, walking forwards to Elrohir and pushing the younger elf into the wall. “I asked you a question Elrohir, I expect you to answer me. Do so.”

“It’s clear,” Elrohir squeaked; a little disturbed at the change in behaviour from the cold advisor. He squeaked yet again when Erestor’s hands went down to between Elrohir’s legs and undid the lacings of his breeches.

“Good.” Erestor whispered.

Elladan could not believe what was happening. Not only was he now chained to a bed, but his brother was getting seduced by Erestor of all people! This was certainly not shaping up to be a good day. Watching as Elrohir was firmly pushed down to the ground to kneel before the advisor he sighed. It would have been a lot better if he wasn’t chained to the damn bed. At his position he couldn’t see a damn thing.

“Enough,” Erestor snapped. He had no doubt in his mind now that Elrohir would do exactly as he was told. Out of lust, if not the obligation of owing the advisor a favour. “Elrohir, go to your brother; now.”

Elrohir looked at him for a moment, his face closed and heated with arousal. After a moment of indecision he nodded and walked over to the bed. He stared at his brother, who no longer looked miserable but rather interested in the new interactions between the three of them.

“Erestor? What is going on, exactly?” Elladan asked plaintively. Surely he would not be forced to watch as his brother and his father’s advisor made love right in front of him. Or perhaps on top of him seeing as he was on the bed. Then again, if they were on top….

“As I said to your brother, Elladan, be quiet. Since you have been so foolish as to get stuck in such a position you can suffer the consequences. Which are that you will obey me for this day. Is that understood?”

Elladan nodded and gulped.

Giving Elrohir instructions to take off his clothes and straddle his brother, Erestor started undressing. He raised an eyebrow at just how similar the two really were before shedding the last of his clothing. Walking over to the pair on the bed he pulled up a chair and rested his feet on the edge of the desk. “Continue.”

Elrohir bent down and began kissing his brother, trying to ignore the pair of eyes that rested on his naked form. It was only when he felt a hand run slowly down his back that he whimpered. Elladan was beginning to get into the feel of thing, he noticed, and was spreading his legs beneath him. Resettling his legs in between his brother’s thighs, Elrohir gasped as a slender and well oiled finger entered him from behind.

“Exactly what did you tell him, Elrohir?” Elladan murmured to his twin before a sharp slap on his thigh made him yelp.

“He told me that you and he would do anything if I got you loose, young Elladan.” Erestor answered. “I intend to see just how far your brother will be willing to go to obtain your freedom without your father finding out.”

The sheer idea of his father’s face if he found out that Elladan had ended up chained to his own bed for the better half of a day was enough for both brothers to be as enthusiastic as Erestor wanted.

End.