Crowns of Flowers

Title: A Crown of Flowers
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
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Pairing: Rumil/Orophin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun, no money made.
Summary: The dreams of two Elves who had been secretly in love for centuries come true one Midsummer’s Eve.
WARNING: INCEST

Note: This is unbetaed and has not been double checked. I wanted to post it before I left on vacation, so I’ll fix the mistakes when I get back.

A Crown of Flowers

Orophin stopped to look at his handiwork and scowled. He had practiced making crowns of leaves and flowers for weeks now, but although the one he held in his hands was lovelier than any he had ever seen, it was not yet fit for the beauty of its recipient. He sighed, wondering how he could possibly change the crown to make it as striking as his beloved.

He jumped to his feet like a spring when he suddenly remembered a flower he had seen long ago. He did not know what the flower was called and had only seen one plant growing under an old mallorn outside the city. With renewed purpose, Orophin left in search of the flower he hoped would solve his dilemma, hoping it would still be there and blooming.

The festivities had started hours ago, but Orophin did not mind missing them. He had never been able to share in the other Elves’ excitement, seeing so many happy couples and not having anyone to give his own heart to.

He stopped sprinting and exhaled a breath of relief. There, in the shadow of one of the most magnificent trees in all of ‘Lorien, were the blossoms Orophin had hoped he would find. He kneeled down in front of the plant and picked one of its flowers, brought it to his nose. Its scent was a strange but pleasing mix honeysuckle and vanilla. The heart shaped flower was a light pink at the top, the color gradually deepening until it was ruby red at the point.

Orophin placed a few of the flowers into the crown until it was pleasing to his eyes. Now, it was worthy of adorning his beloved’s head.

*

Rumil was just where Orophin had expected to find him, sprawled out on the green divan in their talan, reading.

“Would you not rather come out and join the excitement?” Orophin asked. “The book will be there tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that…”

“No,” answered Rumil, not bothering to look up from his reading. “Have you not realized that it is a day for lovers? I have no lover, nor have I ever... I will only feel left out if I go.”

Orophin took the leather bound book from Rumil’s hands and closed it, tossing it on the nearby table and earned a glare from his brother. “Firstly, it is a day for everyone. Secondly, what better time to get closer to someone, if you are lonely…”

“There is no one there for me,” Rumil said flatly.

Orophin remembered then what he had once read in Rumil’s journal: that there was someone he loved with all of his heart, but that he and that Elf could not possibly be together. Orophin wondered who it was Rumil had in mind, why he did not even write the Elf’s name in the journal, and most of all why they did not belong together, but he kept his thoughts to himself. “On the contrary,” he said, “I know someone who is madly in love with you.” Rumil raised a brow, eyes widening when he first noticed what Orophin had been holding.

“He wanted me to give this to you,” Orophin said, placing the crown with heart-shaped flowers upon his brother’s head. He fought the urge to kiss Rumil right then, as the elder Elf stared at him in confusion.

“Who?” Rumil asked at last.

Orophin looked down. “I will not tell you, now. But, if are willing to open your heart to love, meet him in the gardens tonight… he said he would wait for you by the willow, just when the sun begins to set.” With one last glance at Rumil, he left the talan.

*

The exchange of flower crowns on Midsummer’s Day was a symbol of love and devotion; Rumil wondered who could possibly have such feelings for him—that person obviously had not shown any sign of it before this day.

Rumil was sure that the Elf he loved would never harbor similar feelings for him, and he had always thought he would be doomed to an eternity of loneliness. ‘Mayhap I should give this Elf a chance,’ he thought as he considered what would be worse: eternal loneliness or a lesser love with someone who was not Him.

Rumil walked over to his closet, looking over his scant selection of festive clothes. He chose a red tunic, the ends of its wide sleeves embroidered with silver, that he had not yet worn, and a pair of white leggings. Going over to the mirror, he combed out his hair and made a few small braids. He picked up his crown, examining the skilled braiding and tucking it had taken to craft it. Whoever made it had obviously done so with love. He placed it on his head, noticed how the red and white flowers complemented his outfit.

Glancing outside, Rumil noticed it had gotten late. He nearly forgot his anxiety as he rushed out, worried that whoever was waiting for him in the gardens would leave.

The air, as he entered the gardens, was perfumed with roses and lilac. He easily spotted the willow, but as he approached his heart began to sink. No one was there. He had come too late. He was just about to leave when he sensed someone approaching from behind.

Rumil gasped when he saw who it was. No, he thought. It could not be.

“If you want to leave, I will understand,” said Orophin, eyes downcast. “But if that is what you should choose… please, do not speak of this. Ever.”

Rumil took a few steps towards his brother until they were only inches apart. He lifted Orophin’s chin, gently. “Then you have felt it as well…” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Aye.”

“And how long have you hidden this from me, dear brother?” Rumil’s hand now caressed Orophin’s cheek, their lips nearly touching.

“I no longer remember,” said Orophin. “Do you love me then? The way I love you?”

Rumil touched his lips to Orophin’s, his tongue slipped between petal soft lips. He had never kissed before, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “Aye, I love you.” He took Orophin’s hands in his. “Will you come with me to gather some flowers? I wish to repay you for the gift you have given me with one of my own.”

Orophin smiled, nodding. Anor was just barely above the horizon as they walked through the woods, Rumil picking violets.

“There” said Rumil as he placed the finished crown upon Orophin’s head. “Now we can join the festivities.” He moved his lips close to his brother’s pointed ear. “And tonight we will celebrate our love.” That last bit made Orophin blush as Rumil took his hand.

By the time they joined the crowd, most of the Elves had already eaten and drunk their fill and had taken to dancing with their sweethearts. Orophin and Rumil had only the patience to share a few pieces of fruit and sip at some wine before going off to dance as well. They laughed at the confused stares they received from Elves who would not have expected to see these two dancing together.

Many discreet touches were exchanged as they danced, leaving the lovers looking forward to what the rest of the night would bring. When they tired, they joined another crowd who had gathered around a bonfire, listening to bards’ tales. There, they lay down on the soft grass, cuddled up against each other until late in the night.

*

“Hurry!” cried Orophin as he pulled his brother by the hand, running towards their talan. “I have waited far too long for this.”

Rumil had to laugh. Orophin had been so patient the entire evening, but now that they were on their way home, he seemed unable to wait another second. “Would you take my innocence in a rushed moment?” He teased as they entered the talan.

“Nay. Now that we are here, we will take our time,” said Orophin, throwing his arms around Rumil’s neck and kissing him. Slowly, while never breaking the kiss, they made their way into Orophin’s bedroom.

Rumil’s tunic was the first article of clothing to fall to the floor, followed by Orophin’s light green one. “You are so beautiful,” Rumil whispered against his lover’s chest, placing kisses on the silky skin.

Orophin betrayed a moan when Rumil sucked a nipple into his mouth. Rumil continued to kiss a trail to the waistband of his leggings. When he pulled them down, Orophin’s arousal sprang free. His hands caressing the backs of Orophin’s thighs, Rumil touched his lips to the oozing length. The salty fluid was pleasant to taste. He allowed Orophin to push it deeper into his mouth, and massaged it with his tongue as the younger Elf thrust gently in and out. When he felt Orophin begin to tremble, he stopped.

“Let me do the same to you,” said Orophin. Rumil complied and stood, letting his lover remove his leggings. He watched through heavy lids as Orophin sucked his length into his mouth. To have those sweet lips suckling him was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.

Rumil groaned in protest when the hot wetness left his cock, watched Orophin get on the bed. He followed, kissing his beloved as he made himself comfortable.

“Make love to me,” said Orophin and handed Rumil a vial of oil.

Rumil knew what he was expected to do, however he was not confident that he would do it right—but he would not deny Orophin anything. He opened the vial and poured some of the oil over his fingers. He caught his breath when he saw how wantonly Orophin had spread his legs for him. He leaned over the younger Elf tracing his lips with his tongue as he slipped a finger past his opening.

Orophin’s channel was hot and tight; Rumil quickly grew impatient, wondering how it would feel around his throbbing cock. He added another finger, searched for the spot that would drive his lover insane with pleasure. He knew he had found it when Orophin yelped and arched off of the bed.

“Take me,” Orophin begged. “I want to feel you inside me.”

That simple plea was enough for Rumil. Lifting Orophin’s hips, he positioned his cock at his lover’s entrance, pushed slowly inside him. Once he was fully sheathed Orophin wrapped his legs tightly around his waist and pulled him down into a deep kiss.

As their tongues played Rumil began to thrust. His movements were somewhat awkward at first, but he quickly developed a feel what his lover liked. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could only hope that you would be able to bring his lover release before he finished.

Rumil’s thrusts became increasingly more forceful. He could feel Orophin’s arousal rubbing against his abdomen, drops of slick fluid leaking from the tip.

“Harder,” Orophin moaned, Emerald eyes staring into Rumil’s. That was the end for Rumil. With a few last, forceful thrusts he cried out his lover’s name, driven over the edge. Orophin found his release at that exact moment as well, so that the climaxed while gazing deep into each other’s eyes.

Still trembling, they fell asleep, still crowned with flowers.

The End