A Gift of Love

A GIFT OF LOVE
Disclaimer : The elves remain Tolkien’s

Warning: This is an AU mpreg fic involving elven twins Elrohir and Elladan.

Note: I thank Jodie ( I think, yes I do) for presenting this bunny and hence the challenge to write a mpreg in which the masculinity of the characters was not compromised. And thanks to Ame for mentioning Theodred when I was stuck on a place to go and having me believe it can be done and to all at Imladris _ slash for the encouragement and confidence to try this. I hope it wont disappoint.

Summary : Elrohir wants to give Elladan a gift. Again it is a mpreg fic.

Chapter One

As it is

He is curled up next to me, on his side, his back against my chest. He says now it is the only position he is comfortable in and scowls playfully at me. As he sleeps I run my hand over the hard curve of his stomach. Such a small curve, barely noticeable, even now when he lays naked. Undetectable under the flowing robes all think is an imitation of Ada. Soon there will be a child. Our child. I fancy I feel it press against my hand, and when I close my eyes hear it call. Elrohir moves a little. I whisper my love into his ear to soothe him and he quickly settles once more.

Our child. I can barely comprehend the meaning of it. Even now, so many months since Ada announced with a slow steady smile that it was certain. Elrohir had gripped hard my hand as we had sat to hear the results of his prodding, probing and testing. My beloved brother, so willing to do this. For me. I am honoured and humbled by his actions. That he would choose so difficult a path for this gift of love. And a gift it most assuredly is, the like not seen since the early moments of our history.

However, it is excitement tinged with dread. So much we know nothing of, risk high at each turn of the moon and stars. We, though more I, have not dared talk on outcomes and consequences. I cannot abide the thought that I could lose what is so dear to me.

So we prepare little, afraid in our excitement we will lose the very thing we plan for. We leave it to those few we trust without question to discuss, arrange and design. And decide. Plan the path to take at the crossroads where there will be little that has gone before to act as guide.

Ada has read all there is to read. Spoke with the lady of the golden wood, our grandmother. Sat endless hours with the wizard. Still he goes over each scant piece of knowledge. In his hands will lie the future of his sons and grandchild. I am in awe of him as much as I am my beloved brother. He is calm and resolute. I am confident in his wake. Everything will be readiness when the day comes and we will trust each other.

I fancy I feel the child murmur its assurance to me with a laugh that echoes as if joined by another. I shake my head, I am too tired and imagine too much. Still my mind will not settle, so I allow myself to dream a little while awake.

I think back to recall Elrohir and I. Ada once said that Valar would be humoured if they blessed us with an elfling such as us. All present smiled, nodding in too hearty agreement at that. All present at some time, many times, Elrohir had reminded me, suffered our play and jests. I remind all concerned that it was the quest for knowledge that had led us to tinge the food the colours of the rainbow. We had not known, but had learned that purple potatoes are not to Glorfindel’s liking, so next time we had given him orange instead. And was it not a similar thirst for learning that had us build the dam across the tiny stream. We knew then that left unnoticed over time, the trapped water would reach Ada’s feet in his workroom. Again Elrohir reminded me we also learnt that patient though our elders were, it was not limitless. We learned how far too far was. Though the endured punishment of sending us to our rooms had not often brought about the desired effect on our behaviors. It had simply given us more time to scheme. However, the time we had been separated as a result of our indiscretions had given us cause to think on our actions. The result, a fierce determination not to be caught. I doubt any to this day few know fully why for several days the entire laundry smelled of horse.

One further lesson we learnt during those times had a lasting effect beyond anything our elders could imagined. Elrohir and I learnt that not only together were we a formidable combination but separate we pined relentlessly for each other and there would be no other for us in our hearts. It was soon learned that to part us was unbearable for all and Elrohir went only once alone to the Golden Wood. The uniqueness that are elven twins, the bond between us binds us one to the other is not questioned by others. That the extension of that bond is to love each other is not questioned by us.

Elrohir shifts once more, restless in his need for comfort. He turns to face me, his swollen stomach creating a distance between us we had not had before. My hand touches his cheek and with a sigh he settles for me to continue my ramblings. I do not mind this space between us. It is not separating us but bringing us closer together.

I see the cradle pressed against the wall near our bed and remind myself that the swords placed there are to be removed. A dresser to place the clothes for the child stands next to the white and silver cradle. Ada is keen on a nursery though in deference to our anxieties he has mentioned little to us. It is through small hints and casual asides that we have gained some measure as to how he feels. I had looked at Elrohir with more shock than I intended at this suggestion. I had not thought to put our child in a room separate from ours. He had only smiled and whispered that there may be times when we would not want to wake the babe. I grinned back at him, easily understanding his meaning. So long had I waited to hear him call out my name in the throes of passion that I would not have him quiet when we made love. If those coming near our rooms heard they gave no sign. Perhaps they choose to deny what they heard, or perhaps they choose discretion, it matters not. Elrohir moves once more, rubbing his body on mine and I feel it stir. So perhaps a nursery I concede quietly.

I know not what else a babe needs beyond the love of those who conceived it.

“Love you will have in abundance, my little one. You are the greatest gift one can give another. I love beyond life the one who carries you.”

There will be many who wish to press on us their wisdom on other necessary needs. We have had no cause to be in the company of elflings, nor mortal kind. We are warriors, soldiers against the servants of Melkor. And I am my brother’s lover. Offspring for either of us was never dreamt of.

Again I imagine I hear murmurings and laughter. I do not imagine the kick against the palm of my hand as it rests still on Elrohir abdomen, nor the second movement. I start to think on waking Elrohir but halt. It has been too long a day for him enduring another round of probing. If I am honest I will also admit I want this just for myself. I do not want to harm the unborn child so I only press lightly to feel again my living child. I am rewarded with a soft press back, I can deceive myself and think it a hand that holds to mine.

I nestle close to Elrohir, nuzzling his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek as I lean over. “I love you,” I whisper so softly, “I thank you for this and your love.”

Our child. A smile at the thought, I allow myself this moment before I too drift to sleep.