Slut Twins of Imaldris

Title: The Tournament

Author: Ninon and Cally

Rating: NC 17

Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Orophin. Surprise pairing,

for those who want to be spoiled I'll reveal it at the end.

Disclaimer: This is a documentation of fact, I saw it, heard it and

cheered it all on. *snorts* Yeah, right... So not true and so not ours

Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive

Summary: A tournament has consequences, though not all of them are

bad.

Genre: Angst, Romance, a few bits of plot managed to work their way

in but mostly sex.

Warning: Incest... lots and lots of it. Hints at domination.

Authors Notes: If anyone wants it we are willing to write Elrohir

claiming his 'prize'.

Authors Notes2: *huggles Ninon* Thanks for doing this sweets, it

wouldn't be the same with anyone else. *Hugs and kisses Sanny* Thanks

for reading it darlin' means much to have your feedback.

 

 

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Grandfather's tournament had been going on for several hours

now and the competitors had been reduced by half.  Together, they'd

entered every event and had managed to survive in most of them.

Elrohir paused in discussion with his twin, his eyes

curiously peering around Elladan to see the next competitor. A tall,

rather handsome elf with strong features stepped forward. Though what

engaged his curiosity was that this elf lacked the arrogance

most 'Lorien elves had.

        Elladan turned to look at whatever
had captured his twin's

attention.  "Hmm, I don't remember seeing him before.  Know who
he

is?"

Elrohir shook his head, his braid swinging across his face,

before he flipped in back absently. "Nay. But if he makes it past

this challenge, they will announce his name."

"Well Brother, you can stare later.  Otherwise, *we* won't

make it past this challenge,"  Looking again at the tall elf,

Elladan snickered.  "Think we should talk to him later?"

Elrohir pouted at his brother, offering a reprimanding smack

to his ass before nodding. "Of course Brother... he might be rather

enjoyable to *talk* to."

At that, the next round was announced and the latest object

of their joint lust stepped out to take his turn.  Five arrows fired,

five arrows hit the target, each within an inch of the

others.  "We'll have to be good today to beat that.  He hasn't
missed

a thing so far."  Elladan said as he studied the unknown elf,

watching the faint outline of muscles under his tunic.

Elrohir nodded absently, grey eyes studying the strong

form. "We are, though I wouldn't mind submitting to him. He does seem

rather talented."

At that point their friend Haldir walked up to mystery elf

and began talking to him.  "Hmm,  looks as if they know each
other.

Wonder if they're lovers."  Elladan speculated, assuming that

everyone else enjoyed sex as much as he.

Chewing his bottom lip in contemplation, Elrohir studied the

two elves,  watching the actions and body language like a hawk as

well as studying their appearance, before finally shaking his

head. "Perhaps, but they would be incestuous."

"Ah, so you think they're kin?  I remember Haldir mentioning

brothers once, but I've never seen him with them."  Then he began

looking at the distant elf in a new light.  "Perhaps we aren't the

only ones who know the best lovers are at home,"  he whispered, then

turned to back to watch the next competitor.

Elrohir's lips turned up in a mischievous smile. "Perhaps

they are as open as we," he contemplated. In their relationship

Elladan had always been the more outgoing, spreading his legs to half

of those he found desirable and taking the rest of them. While he had

always preferred to watch them and slake his lust on his twin

afterwards.

"M'mm, wouldn't that be fun?  Haldir and his enticing

brother."  But at that moment Elladan's name was called and he left

to take his place.

Elrohir took a few steps to the side,  always loving to watch

his brother at work. The taut body he knew so well drawn back,  the

expression of concentration fixed over his features like a mask. And

those long legs, parted enticingly for balance.

Taking his aim, Elladan could feel his brother's eyes on him,

the desire that would demand his attention come nightfall.  Forcing

the image out of his mind for the moment, he concentrated and hit the

center round.  The next arrow just missed the center while the rest

grouped around the first.  Walking back, he took his natural spot

beside Elrohir.  "Well, I'm out now.  You'll have to do
better."

Elrohir licked his lips lustfully as he moved past his

brother. "What do I get if I win?" He purred, letting his twin think

on his reward as he stepped up. The thought of his brother before

him, eager and willing to please, fairly begging for it added extra

encouragement. And he managed, just barely, to stay in the

competition.

When his twin returned, Elladan leaned close.  "Winners get

to choose what they like."  Then indicating Haldir's apparent

brother, "Think we could get him?  I know you like to watch, but if

he's as good in bed as he looks, you might want to join us."

Elrohir smiled and pressed his cheek to his brother's,

murmuring into his ear. "I do believe I would join you, Brother. This

is the most tempting morsel we've picked out in a long while. Though,

I think for my prize I'll have you alone... strapped down and begging

for it." Smiling, he let his tongue trace the curve of his brother's

ear,  blowing gently on the damp flesh.

"I'll hold you to that,"  Elladan snickered, the thought of

being forced by his twin making him twitch in desire.  "But you've

got to win first.  Let me wish you luck," then he reached down and

cupped the bulge in Elrohir's leggings.

Elrohir's breath hitched and a faint moan left his lips.

Sliding his hands up, he cupped his twin's ass, squeezing the firm

globes. "I love the way you wish me luck." he confessed hoarsely,

feeling his cock throb with lustful blood.

With a loud voice the tournament master announced the final

round.  Then they finally learned their latest favorite was named

Orophin.  "An unusual name, Brother.  Since I'm out now, I think
I'll

walk over there, see what I can overhear.  Then we can better plan

our attack later."  Elladan grinned.

Elrohir smiled at that, sending another swat to his brother's

ass to send him off, and to give him a little taste for later.

 

***

Orophin shrugged to his brother's question. "I think I have a

fair shot, but the others are quite good. Especially Lord Celeborn's

grandson."

"You'll have to watch out with him.  I've seen him compete

several times before and he's always a strong finisher.  But you're

better," Hr nor nodded in encouragement as Orophin's name was called.

Orophin smiled in thanks and stepped up to the target, firing

the allotted three arrows. A frown coming to his face as only one hit

the bull's-eye, the other two landing just outside the mark.

 

Elrohir swallowed as he stepped up, only a few competitors

behind Orophin. Firing his three arrows, two hitting the bull's-eye,

the other landing on the very outside of the target. Fortunately for

him, the others did no better and within a few moments he was

declared the winner.

As if by magic, Elladan reappeared by his side to

congratulate him.  "I'll bring the leather," he whispered, so
softly

only his brother could hear.  Then at the barely concealed

anticipation in Elrohir's eyes, he took him by the arm.  "Why don't

we go and congratulate Orophin on a challenging match?"

Nodding his head agreeably, still involved in his fantasy of

what would happen that night, Elladan placed his hand on his

brother's back, letting the tips of his fingers rest against the

enticing curve of his brother's ass.

 

Orophin glanced up as the twins walked over, blue eyes fixing

on grey he stood by nervously as they advanced, not sure if they

where going to gloat.

"You were very good today.   If my brother's concentration

had been off the least bit, you would have easily beaten him,"

Elladan smiled.

Elrohir offered a becoming smile to the older elf. "I had

something to work towards, besides the crown of laurels."

 

Orophin smiled in return at the twins, a faint blush rising

to his cheeks. "You both were wonderful. I think it was the luck of

the draw, on any other day you both could have beaten me."

"Maybe.  I wouldn't want my father to overhear this, but I

think the best archers are from here," Elladan complimented the

other, knowing from long experienced that flattery, especially when

well deserved, was often the quickest way into someone's bed.  "I saw

you talking to Haldir earlier.  Last time we were here, he promised

to go hunting with us."

Orophin couldn't help the blush that rose to his

cheeks. "Haldir went to speak with Rumil. Though if you wish you can

wait at our talan,  they should be there soon. You can remind Haldir

of it then, I'm sure he would enjoy the exertion."

" 'Our' talan,"  Elrohir asked, wanting confirmation they

were indeed talking to one of Haldir's brothers.

Orophin nodded. "My brothers and I have claimed one of the

family talans."

Elladan looked at Elrohir and knew his twin was thinking of

the same thing.  *How to get Orophin alone in that talan.*  Not that

they wouldn't mind Haldir joining them, but when it was first time,

they preferred sampling new lovers with no distractions.

Elrohir smiled and hooked his arm with his brother's. "Lead

on, Orophin."

 

Smiling a little, the elder elf turned and led the twins

through the woods, stopping halfway back towards 'Lorien before

scaling the tree, then sending a rope ladder down for the twins.

Leaning over, Elladan whispered into Elrohir's ear.  "I heard

Haldir say he had to go see Grandfather and wouldn't be back for

awhile.  Plenty of time for us to get to know our host better." 
Then

with a leer he took hold of the ladder and started up.

Elrohir shivered in delight as he climbed after his brother,

watching his ass muscles flex with each step. And before Elladan

could climb up completely, he quickly moved a step higher to sink his

teeth into the deliciously taut muscles.

 

Above, Orophin moved quickly towards the kitchen area,

pulling down three goblets before grabbing two bottles of wine, one

red and one white.  He wasn't sure about those two.  He'd always

heard Lady Celebrian's sons were close, but something about the way

they moved and looked at each other suggested they might be closer

than their family realized.

"You have a rather spacious nest here.  Much larger than some

we've visited,"  Elladan said as he took a seat on a cushion.

Orophin smiled and settled onto a chair,  handing each of the

brothers a glass of wine. "Most are only built for the number of

elves that live in it. Before, it was five of us. Myself, Haldir,

Rumil and our parents. Though they've long since sailed."

"You didn't want to join them?"  Elrohir asked, curious at

the reasons why people choose to remain here when they could go to

Valinor.

Orophin shook his head. "Nay. My brothers wish  to remain

and  protect Middle Earth. And as such, I remain and protect them."

"So you're as loyal to your brothers as I am to mine."

Elladan smiled.  Even if Orophin hadn't been so delightfully

appealing on a physical level, he began to think that he'd still find

him attractive just on his personality.

Orophin smiled as he offered a slightly impish shrug. "I do

not know how loyal you are to your brother, but I daresay that is the

case." Taking a small sip of his wine, he licked his lips free of the

drops.

Feeling his loins tighten at the sight of Orophin's tongue

running along those luscious lips, Elladan replied, "I like your

wine.  Such a warm and inviting color.  And the taste insists you try

more."

Orophin smiled at that, having always liked the taste of this

wine. Picking up the bottle, he leaned forward, one hand pressing

against the cushion between his legs to get purchase as he topped

Elladan's and Elrohir's glasses with a smile. "I'm glad you like it."

"We've never seen you with Haldir when we've visited before.

Does Grandfather keep all you galadhrim on patrol nonstop?"  Elladan

asked as he took back his filled glass.

"Nay. Myself and Rumil take posts father out. Though my

shifts are longer than Rumil's.. so out of all of us you will see me

least."

"Then it's fate we should have been here for the tournament

today.  Otherwise we might never have met,"  Elrohir smiled,
putting

all his charm to work.

"I'm glad I was here," he admitted. "And perhaps it was fate.

The last three tournaments I was posted on the outskirts so we would

not have met."

"Will Haldir be much longer?" Elladan asked, knowing full

well the other would not be back for hours.  Orophin was proving far

more evasive than he expected so they'd have to press their case

harder if they wanted a chance to burrow underneath those clothes

anytime soon.

Orophin bit his lower lip in thought, before yanking it out

and shaking hea head. "He should not be, but knowing Rumil and his

flights of fancy he very well could be... though they should come

back before nightfall, and that is only a few hours away."

"Well I for one don't mind waiting at all, not when the

company is so pleasant as this,"  Elrohir answered, his voice edged

with desire.

 

A faint flush came to Orophin's cheeks, though he wasn't sure

if it was his imagination putting the desire in Elrohir's words.

Smiling coyly at the elder, Elrohir let his hand drift to

Elladan's thigh, stroking the strong muscle gently.  At his brother's

touch, Elladan covered the hand with his own.  If Orophin was

willing, he should know from the outset that it would be with both of

them.  Some of their previous lovers hadn't fancied being with more

than one at a time so they'd learned to make things clear beforehand.

Orophin swallowed the last of his wine and sent a glance at

the doorway.  Sighing, he turned back to the brothers, a blush rising

on his cheeks as he saw the touching between them. "Would you like a

tour?" he asked suddenly. "There is a wonderful view of a glade not

to far from here, it's beautiful in the last hours of sunset, with

the river running through it."

"We'd like that very much," the brothers replied almost in

unison, then they stood to follow their host.

Orophin showed them each of the rooms, all simply, but

comfortably furnished, then walked out on a terrace that overlooked

the Anduin.

Elrohir slid his arms around his brother's waist, sighing

softly at the romantic view as he stroked his twin's abdomen,

loosening the tight clothes and moving ever closer to the bulge

growing in his leggings.  Elladan let go of a small moan, his fingers

slowly moving forward to run gently over Orophin's back, studying him

for a reaction.

At the touch, Orophin tensed at first, then relaxed back into

those teasing fingers.  It had been so long since he'd been with

someone and now to have two such luscious creatures desiring him at

once was more than he'd ever expected.  Haldir and Rumil always got

the attention, not he, and he soon found himself wishing his brothers

would stay in the city all night.

Feeling Orophin relax into his touch, Elladan upped the ante,

slowly sliding his hand down to Orophin's ass, stroking the

delectable curve with his palm as he leaned back against his twin,

snuggling his own ass between Elrohir's thighs.  Whimpering softly,

Elrohir slid his hand down, cupping his twin's cock through his

leggings, massaging gently.

At that, Orophin turned around and his mouth was immediately

claimed in a scorching kiss while hands, he knew not whose, ran up

and down his body.  He'd never even had a fantasy like this and now

he was being devoured.

Sliding his hands over Orophin's chest and down to the

lacings, Elrohir untied the soft pants, sliding them down muscular

legs as he dropped to his knees. His mouth immediately sealing over

Orophin's puckered entrance, sliding his  tongue into the tight hole.

Elladan pulled off Orophin's tunic, then kneeled in front and

took him into his mouth, taunting and teasing with tongue and lips. 

They were going to fuck Orophin within an inch of his life, then

later have their own private fun.

 

Orophin cried out in heady pleasure, never having felt such

things before. Two wickedly hot mouths on his body, one taking him

into such tight heat he thought he'd fall over. The other tongue

fucking him into oblivion,  and the only thing he could to was widen

his legs, and hang on for dear life.

Elrohir groaned softly,  parting Orophin's cheeks wide as he

burrowed closer, his  tongue ramming in and out quickly, before he

pressed his palms to Orophin's back.  Reaching for his brother,

Elladan pulled Elrohir's leggings loose to reach inside for the cock

he knew was hard already.   Grasping it firmly, he  began to
caress

it.  Almost at the same moment, Elrohir did the same to Elladan,

linking the three of them in a circle of lust.   Moaning against

Orophin's ass, Elrohir thrust into his twin's hand, drawing upon his

knowledge of his brother to make him cum.

 

Orophin shook with lust and desire, feeling his balls

tighten, pulling closer to his body before he exploded in a haze of

sight and sound.

Unsteady on his feet now, the twins led Orophin back into one

of the bedrooms and laid him down gently.  "This way, we can play

with more of you,"  Elladan explained as they shrugged off their

clothes.

"Such beauty underneath those dull gray clothes."   Then he
pulled

Elrohir to him for a kiss.    Elrohir groaned softly, gripping
his

twin's hips and pulling him closer, grinding them together, as he

fondled his brother's ass, pushing one seed coated finger inside of

him.

 

Orophin panted gently as he watched the twin with wide

eyes.   With that  lusty tableau in front of him, he soon found

himself growing hard again.  He usually didn't rebound so fast, but

these two had lit such a fire inside him, he wanted nothing more than

to part those downy cheeks and hear Elrohir moan beneath him.

Elrohir pulled back with a loud gasp for air, one look at

Orophin told him all he needed to know as he gripped Elladan's hips.

Pushing him face first onto the bed,  then delivering a sharp smack

to his twin's ass, he nodded with satisfaction at the bright red hand

print blooming  on those lily white cheeks.

"Hurry, Brother, I need to feeu inu inside me."  Elladan

murmured as he raised his ass for Elrohir,

totally without shame or modesty.

"Should I use oil or do you want it roughly this time?"

Elrohir asked.  From long practice, they could manage either way and

found that each held its own attraction.

"Oil I think, we should save ttherther for later,"  Elladan

coyly replied, teasing Elrohir with the thought of his prize for

winning today.

  Reaching to the floor for a small pouch on his belt, Elrohir

pulled out a small vial filled with a thick oil that smelled faintly

of night flowers.   Using a bit on both of them, he took a firm grip

on his twin's hips, then quickly buried himself in the beloved

opening and began to rock back and forth.  Turning his head slightly,

he spoke to the blond, "You may have me if you like.  Is your aim as

good here as it was at the tournament?"

Orophin quickly slicked his cock with their oil, then  knelt

behind Elrohir and  shoved inside with a grunt of pleasure. "Even

better."  Elrohir gasped in delight, clenching tightly around Orophin

as he slid his hands over his brother's back, buried to the hilt

inside his tight orifice.

In moments all three were moaning and gasping, none of them

noticing sounds of the front ladder being climbed or the footsteps in

the outer room.  Rumil, youngest of the three had left Haldir behind

to come home, only to stop dead when he saw his beloved 'Phin

entwined with those Imladris twins.

Gasping in pleasure, Orophin had gripped Elrohir's hips,

pounding inside the slender body as the younger twin moaned loudly.

Elrohir gasped and writhed between the two bodies, using Orophin's

force to send him all the more harder inside his beloved Elladan.

Flustered, Rumil stood there, trying not to believe what his

eyes were seeing and wanting nothing more than to run.  But he

couldn't move, it was as though some enchantment held his feet

prisoner.  Even more horrible was the fact that he found himself

wanting to be the one 'Phin was inside instead of that dark haired

interloper.

Orophin let his head fall back as his eyes closed, utterly

enraptured with the tight channel clenching around his cock. Feeling

it spasm with pleasure as he pushed in deeper with each thrust, hr>
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own muscles contracting, showing dimples in his cheeks as his balls

drew closer to his body.  Lost in the moment, Orophin found a face

floating in front of his closed eyes.  One who trusted him and who

would gladly give him anything he wanted . . . even this.  Softly and

barely  recognizable, the name 'Mil crossed his lips as he thrust

again and again.

Elrohir tossed his own head back, screaming his orgasm even

as his mind registered Orophin's moans, realizing the name was not

his own, nor that of his beloved twin.

 

Orophin let out a horse cry as he came, the clenching passage

too much around his aching sex.

Unable to watch any longer, Rumil forced himself to move and

somehow found his way back to the ladder.  Climbing down quickly,

tears filled his eyes as he realized he'd never have what he wanted

for as long as he could remember.  How he compete with Lord

Celeborn's grandsons?  They were too fair and Orophin was clearly

enraptured by them.

***

Orophin stretched in pleasure before sliding from  his bed.

Sliding a robe over his body before padding towards the bathroom,

hissing softly as he stepped on something sharp. Managing to pull his

foot back before it  broke the skin,  a gasp left his lips as he saw

Rumil's crown of laurels from the swordplay competition.

*He saw us*, Orophin shuddered as he ran to the front

landing.  But there was no trace of Rumil to be found, just scuffed

dirt at the bottom of the ladder looking as if someone had stumbled

there.  Rumil was still young, innocent in so many ways and he'd come

upon his brother humping away like some forest animal in rut.  No

wonder he ran.  Turning back, Orophin looked towards his room and saw

Elladan and Elrohir embracing.  At least they're happy Orophin

thought before he went to the bathroom to splash water in his face.

For all the pleasure they'd given him this afternoon, he'd trade it

all in an instant to have his Rumil back.

        Rumil sniffled softly as he dropped
to the ground far from

the talan.   Drawing his knees up to his chest, he began rocking back

and forth. Feeling so alone, so hurt.... so betrayed by what his

brother had done. And for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why

Orophin hadn't chosen him... he would have loved to be with his

brother. He didn't understand why Orophin had chosen those two...

sluts!  One night in camp, he'd heard tales about them.  How they

satisfied their lust with others before laying with each other.  The

Lord and Lady didn't seem to know that they would often do it in

their own house, they were so brazen. How, how, how could 'Phin be

with them?

Orophin, in a hastily donned tunic and leggings,  ran through

the woods, hoping his brother was beside the stream. Hoping 'Mil

sought solace from the running water as he had always done. And

bursting through the last few trees, heaved a huge sigh of relief,

seeing his baby brother's form by the water's edge.

"I thought I'd never find you." Orophin exclaimed as he

stopped a few feet from his brother.

Rumil sniffled again, angrily dashing away his tears as he

glared up at his brother. "Why would you look? I would think you'd

still be rutting with those sluts in our talan."

"I wish you hadn't seen that."  Orophin apologized.  "I
never

dreamed you'd be back so soon." The sight of Rumil's disappointment

and disgust was tearing him apart and he had only himself to blame.

How could he have let himself be seduced so easily?

Rumil shrugged off his concern and tightened his arms around

his legs. "Of course you wouldn't want me to see it. Who would want

their brother to see him acting like the village whore?"

"I just met them this afternoon. They wanted to see Haldir, I

took them home to wait, and served them some wine.  Next thing I knew

their hands were on me and I lost myself."  Orophin quietly explained

as he moved closer and sat down beside his brother.  "'Mil, I won't

make excuses.  It's been a long time for me and I wanted what they

offered.  Can you forgive me?"

"Why would I need to forgive you?" he mumbled into his

knees. "It's not like I'm anything more to you than your brother. I
rtairtainly don't spread my legs for you like those twin sluts."

"I don't really know them, but I do not think they are

sluts.  I can tell you they care for each other and want to be

together despite what the rest of the world thinks of such."  Orophin

explained as the sight of Elladan's and Elrohir's pleasure in each

other had made him rethink the possibility of his long denied passion.

 

Rumil shook his head at Orophin's first words, continuing to

do so until his brother had stopped. "They *are* sluts," he stated,

angry at his brother for defending their actions.  "You never pay

attention to news that drifts through the camp. They take elves to

their bed and slake their lust on them, before fucking each other.

You were just a conquest, Orophin. Nothing more and I cannot believe

how easily you were duped."

"Did I say I expected anything more from them?  I'm not

naive, you know.  I've heard the same stories you have.   The
only

thing that surprised was that they choose me when they could have had

any number from the tournament,"  Orophin explained, inwardly

berating himself for having cost Rumil part of that innocence he so

loved.

Rumil unfolded his lanky frame from the ground, his hands

finding a home on his hips. "I don't want a whore for a brother," he

said coldly. "Until you can keep your legs closed do *not* talk to

me." Shooting Orophin one last glare, he turned around and made his

way back through the  forest.

Sighing, Orophin shook his head, wondering it is was possible

to make a bigger mess of things than he just had.  He'd hoped Rumil

would understand that what he saw was just a one time thing, elves

enjoying each other's company for what it was.  Instead, he'd seen

only the worst, imagined trickery where there was none.   Why

couldn't he have Haldir's silver tongue when it came to things like

this?  Hal would have had 'Mil laughing in no time, not storming off

feeling betrayed.

Rumil slammed the door behind him as he stalked into the

talan, his face twisting into a mask of pyre fury as he heart  the

grunting of love-making coming from Orophin's bedroom.  Stalking  to

the room, Rumil nearly booted the door open, filling the doorway, his

appearance that of an avenging angel as he hissed and spat.  Those

sluts were writhing on Orophin's bed like it was theirs.  "Get out

now!" he shouted.

 

Elrohir's arms had tightened around his brother's body, his

hips pounding inside his favorite place. Feeling his brother's

muscles clench around his cock, nearly milking the orgasm from his

body.  Grunting with a particularly brutal thrust, Elrohir's head

turned to the door, at the outraged voice yelling at him and his twin.

"The other brother I suppose?"  Elrohir cavalierly asked and

stopped for a moment.  This one had his brothers' same pale blond

look, if not their tact.

"Get out of my talan!" Rumil screeched, his voice rising like

a banshee as he stalked into the room, gathering up the discarded

clothing and throwing them onto the bed. His eyes nearly wild,

holding a mixture of anger, distrust and betrayal. "And leave my

family alone!"

"Why?" Elladan asked in a calm voice.  "Orophin didn't
object

to our company and Haldir's going hunting with us later.  Yet you

order us out even though we've never met.  Have we wronged you in

some way?"

 

"Get out!" Rumil screeched again, the twins' calm voices only

angering him further. "I'll not have my brother associating with

Imladris whores! Now get out and leave him alone!"

Pulling apart, the twins reached for their clothes and began

pulling them on.  "We are not whores, nor did we make Orophin do

anything he didn't want to.  Perhaps if you'd been more attentive, he

wouldn't have needed us."  Elrohir replied as they passed.  What

Orophin saw in this brat, he'd never understand, but they did say

love was blind.

 

Rumil nearly screeched again at those words, as it was he

sent his palm cracking  against Elrohir's cheeks. "Stay the hell away

from him if you know what's good for you." he spat. "He doesn't need

someone who spreads his legs for one and all." Glaring furiously

again, Rumil whirled at that, leaving the twins in the hall as his

bedroom door slammed shut.

"That was some slap, Brother.  He left fingerprints on your

cheek,"  Elladan said as he examined Elrohir.  "You'd think
we'd

stolen Orophin from him the way he was acting."  Talking hold of the

railing by the edge of the talan, he started down the ladder.  "I

wonder where he went.  I'd like to have given him aper per goodbye."

As if hearing the twins' words, Orophin broke through the

line of trees, his feet trudging heavily for an elf and his head

bowed uncharacteristically. As though he had the weight of the world

on his shoulders, though in truth it was just his brother's words.

"There you are.  We were afraid we would miss you."  Elhorir

saluted him with a smile. "Your brother insisted we leave."

Orophin  sighed softly, his eyes flickering to the talan

above, shame in his eyes. "I am not surprised." he said softly.
"It

seems... he did not like our association. I should not have done

that, not where he could have found us. I've stolen his innocence -

part of it at least - by subjecting him to seeing us.  He's so much

younger than Hal and me, he still doesn't understand that sometimes

the body has needs."

"And when he came back, we were still on your bed.  I'm

afraid he has the worst opinion of us now.  But you're still his

brother and once he's cooled down, you can talk."  Elladan soothed,

saddened by Orophin's clear distress.

 

Orophin slowly dragged his eyes back down, smiling at each

twin in turn,  though a  gasp left his lips as he saw Elrohir's

reddened cheek. "He hit you?!"

"Tis nothing.  It's not the first slap I've received."

Elrohir shrugged.  "He must care for you though to have been so upset

by us being together."

"He shouldn't have had to see it." he said softly, mournfully

as he stroked Elrohir's cheek, feeling the slight puffiness forming

from Rumil's slap.   "I apologize for this.  We've protected
him so

much, there's much that comes as a shock to him."

"Our fault on that count.  But when we saw you today, we

couldn't resist.  You have more charms than you realize," 
Elladan

offered as he took Orophin's hand.  "If things don't work out with

your brother, we'll find you next time we come for a visit."

Orophin frowned at that, his brows puckering in

confusion. "If things don't work out with 'Mil?" hpeatpeated. "We

will always be brothers, you cannot take that place."

"Ah, that's not quite what Elladan meant,"  Elrohir replied

with a twinkle in his eye.  "We know what it is to love your brother

more than is considered proper."  At Orophin's continued blank look,

Elrohir finished, "I heard you say 'Mil when you were inside me.  You

were thinking of him, wishing he was the one you were riding.  Am I

not right?"

Orophin flushed red at that, scuffing his boots like a

naughty elfling. "You are  right," he finally admitted. 
"But there

is naught between us more than the love of brothers... not on his

side anyway."

"Don't be so certain of that."  Elladan answered. 
"Give him

time and you'll see."  Then looking at his twin, "We must start

heading back.  Grandmother's expecting us for dinner tonight and

we'll be scolded if we're late again."

 

Orophin nodded, "Best not anger the Lady Galadriel." Smiling

again, despite his confusion, Orophin gave each twin a brief  hug

before disappearing into the talan.

His feet carrying him swiftly to his  brother's  door before

knocking lightly.  "Rumil . . . will you talk to me?" he asked

quietly as the door stayed firmly shut.

"Go  away." Rumil mumbled,  too tired after his emotional

outbursts to yell again.  Simply stripping off his clothes and

climbing into his bed.

"Please open the door.  I can't stand to see you upset like

this,"  Orophin begged through the door, but with no footsteps on the

other side, he knew Rumil wasn't listening.

Pressing his face into the mattress Rumil couldn't help but

let his tears flow,  not understanding what was so wrong with him.

What  was so bad about him that his brother  couldn't love him?

Couldn't be with him instead of those sluts.

Finally after knocking several more times, Orophin realized

he would not get an answer this night.  He'd lost all chance he had

of gaining the thing he'd wanted for so long and Ru's g's good opinion

of him in the process.  Dejected, he walked out on the terrace and

watched the rising moon.   The evening sky was always so simple, so

ordered, not like this tangled world and the people who stumbled

through it trying to find love.    When the sun rose, he would
ask

for a new assignment, anything to take him away from the mess he'd

created.  Maybe then he could finally sort things out.
>
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***

Still sniffling softly, Rumil reluctantly slid from the bed

as nature called, his eyes red rimmed and his pale, milky smooth skin

was blotchy from tears and itchy from the salt. Opening his bedroom

door with a jerky pull, Rumil stumbled into the hall, his foot

catching on his unseen brother's thigh as he  went falling forward.

Managing  - somehow - to land  sled led on his back, his elbows

catching his fall and his long legs spread like a well trained whore.

"Are you hurt?" a muffled voice asked as Orophin sat up.  "I

didn't know I'd fallen asleep in the middle of the floor,"  he

apologized, then noticed just how his brother was laying.  Legs

spread, everything in clear view and only inches from him.  It would

take only the least effort to reach out and touch them all.  *Are you

out of your mind?* Orophin thought, then purposely sat on his hand to

suppress the temptation.  Rumil was already angry enough  with him

and something like that would only make matters worse.

Rumil frowned for a moment, mentally running over his body

for any sore spots. Though the only one was on his rear and he

obligingly shifted to the side, his hand moving behind him, rubbing

the bruised flesh. "Why are you out here?" he asked softly, almost

absently as he tried to make the ache in his bottom go away.

"Couldn't stay in my room and the night air was cool."

Orophin answered, thankful that Rumil was talking to him at all.

"Why can't you stay in your room" He questioned coldly,

remembering why he was upset in the first place. "Did you break the

springs with your rutting?"

"I couldn't stay because you wouldn't talk to me and I didn't

want to be so close to you and not be able to see you."  Taking his

brother's hand, Orophin continued, "I'm sorry I hurt you.  I'd do

anything to take back what you saw, but I can't.  All I can do is ask

you to forgive me."  Then he sat quietly, looking for some spark of

hope in Rumil's eyes.

Lowering the orbs in question, Rumil tugged his hand back,

lacing his fingers together nervously. Muddling his way through his

thoughts as  best he could, Rumil wondered what to do about the

situation between them.  He couldn't tell his brother he had

experience in sex, not with  his reactions earlier. Orophin would

want to know *why* he had acted as he did and he wasn't ready - if he

ever would be - to tell  'Phin the truth.  Licking his lips 
slowly,

Rumil finally lifted his eyes, moving to sit up at the same time and

bringing attention back to his body.

At the sudden movement, Orophin's eyes couldn't help but drop

down to look at the places he'd coveted for so long.   His brother's

cwas was slender and long, perfectly shaped to fit into his hand.

And the orbs underneath were ripe plums begging to be tasted.

Rumil's breath hitched softly as he saw where his brother's

eyes where going. He watched his cock so close to Orophin's neck,

beginning to harden and breathing  deeply, he spread his legs a bit

more under the pretense of adjusting his position. "We should talk

about this . . . over tea."

"Uh, if you like,"  Orophin sputtered as he realized what

he'd been doing.  But as he shifted to stand, his hand brushed

against Rumil's thigh and it was as though lightning was passing

through him.  And not just him, Rumil too judging from the wistful

expression on his face.

Rumil moaned softly, unable to keep the sound lodged in his

throat, also unable to keep his legs where they where. Rising up onto

his knees as he pressed his thigh even further into 'Phin's hand.

"Are you certain about this?" Orophin asked, mainly to

convince himself this was actually happening.

"About what?"  Rumil breathed softly,  shifting to stand,

dragging his body against his brother's as he did so, blue eyes

darkening with lust.

Orophin managed to tear himself away from that long desired

touch. "You're not doing this because of what happened earlier?" 
He

knew he'd never be able to bear it if Rumil only did this out of

anger or resentment, even pity.

Rumil shook his head slowly, then reached down for Orophin's

hand, his pulse beating a wicked dance inside his  neck as he pulled

his brother up.

At that, Orophin broke into a smile that rivaled Ithil in its

splendor.  "I've thought of this, wanted it for so long, but I was

afraid to say anything for fear of losing you."  Accepting his

brother's hands, Orophin climbed to his feet.

Their hands falling apart, he lifted his hands to Rumil's

shoulders and slid them down those strong arms.  Biting his lip

tightly,  Rumil looked up at his brother, wordlessly pleading

with 'Phin as he gave a tug to his tunic.

Bending slightly, Orophin kissed Rumil gently, tenderly, as

if the touch was more than he could bear.  But Rumil had no such

hesitation and eagerly returned the kiss.

Wrapping his arms around Orophin's neck, Rumil completely

forgot about his brother's clothes and pressed up against him.

Rubbing their bodies together as he forced Orophin against the wall,

his flesh hardening between  his legs  until he pressed

against 'Phin's own growing need.

Their kisses took on more and more passion and soon Orophin

begged his brother to let him catch his breath.  "Let me take these

off so I can feel your skin against mine."  Then he began to undo his

lacings and in moments was as naked as his beloved.  Then he turned

to his impatient brother and pulled him close.

Gasping softly, Rumil felt his brother's thick flesh press

against his thigh, and he gripped 'Phin's upper arms, groaning  soft

as he pressed closer. "Let me ride you brother? Please . . . let me

do it?"

"If you like.  But we should go back to your bed first,"

Orophin answered with a little disappointment.  He'd so wanted to

take 'Mil, but it wasn't in him to deny his brother anything.

Sliding his hands up his brother's chest and around his neck,

Rumil latched onto 'Phin's neck with his mouth, then jumped up.

Locking his legs around the slender waist, he started to rub, his ass

firm against his brother's sex.

With 'Mil firmly seated, Orophin walked to the bedroom and

closely lowered him to the bed, then climbed on himself.  Grinning ,

he bent to leave a trail of kisses on his brother's face, neck, and

chest.  All the while, his hands were exploring the body he'd often

seen, but never really known until this moment.

Rumil's breath hitched in desire as he writhed beneath his

brother, remembering vaguely what he wanted to do.  Placing his hands

on his brother's shoulders, he shoved him back, very nearly pouncing

on Orophin with one leg on either side of his hips as he sank

down. "I'm going to ride you into oblivion 'Phin . . . ride you so

hard your eyes roll back in your head and you cum so hard you black

out."

"Those are big words, Little Brother."  Orophin laughed,

loving 'Mil's eagerness.   "Think you're up to it?"

 

Rumil snorted softly, slithering up his brother's body,

reaching towards the nightstand before withdrawing a vial of oil.

Pouring a large amount into his palm, then slicking 'Phin's cock. His

own body rising upwards, "Watch me," he purred softly, sinking onto

the thick sex with a cry of pleasure.

Caught in that tight tunnel, Orophin gasped as his brother

began to move up and down.

Rumil's hair swung back and forth as he moaned in

pleasure.  "You feel so good inside me.  So big, so hot."

"And you," he breathed softly,  thrusting up into the tight

passage. "So tight... so hot and slick." Panting softly, Orophin

continued to thrust, moaning and writhing beneath his twin even as

his mind pushed a puzzle to the front.  His brother wasn't as tight

as he should be, wasn't as unknowing.  Although he'd never

seen evidence of it before, it was clear now that Rumil wasn't new

when it came to the ways of passion.

Orophin watched his brother fucked him with total abandon,

the friction creating waves of pleasure that increased by the

moment.  He reached for 'Mil's waist and in time with his descent,

pulled down as well increasing the power of the thrusts.

Rumil flung his head back and screamed, feeling his brother

tear into his body, taking him brutally, giving him more pleasure

than anyone else ever had.

With Rumil not being as unspoiled as he had thought up until

moments ago, Orophin had tossed away his earlier gentleness with

relief.  Not because he had any desire to hurt, but he'd held these

feelings inside for so long he doubted he would have been able to

hold back long enough to initiate Rumil as gently as he should have

been.  Now, he was free to do as he wished so he poured all his

energy into this moment.

Gasping with pleasure, Rumil slid his arms under his hair,

lifting it off his sweaty back as he continued to slide up and down.

Loving the way his brother's fingertips dug into his hips, pulling

him down as 'Phin savagely thrust up.

He wanted to kiss 'Mil, but that would have meant stopping

his brother's ride and those sensations that were driving him crazy

with lust.  He'd thought the twins were wonderful, but now, he could

see they were nothing compared to his little 'Mil impaled on him.

Licking his lips, Rumil leaned back, catching himself on his

brother's knees as he spread his legs, lifting himself into a

squatting position before letting gravity force him down, deeper than

before onto his brother's cock.

"Uhh," Orophin gasped as Rumil sunk to his hilt.  "You drive

me mad," he murmured as a glazed look spread over his face.  Surely

this couldn't get any better, yet it was by the minute.

Groaning and panting with lust, Rumil reached between his

legs, stroking his cock quickly, knowing he needed to cum. Had to cum

before he was driven insane.

"Let me do that,"  Orophin said as he reached for the

dripping member.  "You're begging for attention, aren't you?" 
he

added in a whimsical voice as he addressed his brother's cock.

"Elbereth, Orophin." Gasping he thrust forward, sliding onto

his brother and into the warm hand. His body begging for attention as

he breathlessly begged Orophin.

It did fit perfectly in his hand, just as he had fantasized

during many long nights on the frontier.  Smiling, Orophin slid his

fingers along the shaft now throbbing with need.  He twisted and

squeezed, ran his thumb along the veins, used every trick he'd

learned over the years.

Arching back, Rumil slammed himself down, feeling a small

tear form in his opening, though it only heightened his pleasure.

Making him scream his brother's name as he came hard,  fast and

eagerly into his brother's hand.

Covered in his brother's seed, Orophin lifted that hand to

his mouth and licked the fingers as Rumil watched.  "I want every

part of you, even this."

"Brother," Rumil whimpered softly, falling forward as he

continued to ride his precious 'Phin, his movements slowing with the

residual orgasm. "Cum for me brother-mine... spill inside me until I

leak with it."

It would be only moments now as Orophin eye's drifted

aimlessly.  'Mil was making good on his word and Orophin could feel

the growing tension lighting up his insides like that exploding star

he'd seen long, long ago.  With a barely coherent shout, he passed

that edge Rumil shoved him to and came and came and came.  He'd never

had an orgasm this intense or so long with anyone and it had been

within his reach for so long if only he had stretched out his hand.

Giving into his quivering muscles' plea, Rumil collapsed

forward. Shuddering, panting and moaning above his brother's still

form, feeling his body stretched wide over the softening shaft. A

soft whimper of protest leaving his lips as it slipped free of his

gaping body.

Finally able to kiss, Orophin pressed a couple to 'Mil's lips

before he had to lay back on the pillow.  Utterly exhausted and

covered with sweat, all he wanted at this moment was to hold his

brother against him.  Now 'Mil was his in every way and nothing nor

anyone would ever change come between them again.



The End



Suprise pairing: Rumil/Orophin