Tale of Two Brothers
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,710
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9
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Tale of Two Brothers
Title: Tale of Two Brothers – Chapter 1, Innocence Lost
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elrohir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Legolas
Rg: Ng: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar
WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Feedback: Yes please: larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Summary/Notes: Elrohir comes of age and looks to his seneschal for help; Elladan learns the pleasures of the flesh from a new friend.
August 12th, 180, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
Elrohir struggled but could not pull free of the warrior’s grip. He glared up into the cool blue eyes of his tutor, the only one he could not best, the only one he could never defeat. He had proven his skill as a warrior, he had soundly thrashed every soldier in his father’s regiment, even though he was less than half their age. His strength, skill and speed were unmatched, he had beaten them all, all save one. The heat of the training room was near unbearable and they were both soaked with sweat. They had removed their shirts when they began and the feeling of Glorfindel’s heart beating against his own was mesmerizing.
Elrohir had just come of age and was struggling with the warring feelings in his body, learning to cope with the extremities of his emotions and wants. Glorfindel had seen Elrohir looking at him out of the corner of his eye and supposed it was natural that he would look at him that way, and he had to admit, Elrohir had grown into a beautiful young Elf. He stared down into the angry pools of Elrohir’s eyes. “Why so angry, Peredhil? You are not a poor loser are you?”
Elrohir growled “I am not a loser!”
Glorfindel smiled, “Of course not, that is not what I meant, lirimaer.”
“Do not call me that!” his pupil growled.
“I mean no offense, Elrohir.” His eyes widened when he felt the rigid desire of his student press into his groin. He gently shifted against him, “What is this then? Are you inspired by the heat of combat?” They were alone in the training room; the others had gone to clean up before the evening meal.
Elrohir resumed his struggle and in his fervor his legs fell apart and his tutor came to rest in between them. His aching arousal began to throb inside his leggings, and he felt the damp heat of the beginnings of his release start to soak into the fabric. His cheeks flushed for he knew his tutor surely felt it too, it would be yet another cause for him to mock him. He meant to sound demanding, but only sounded pathetic as he whispered, “Let me go.”
Glorfindel softened his hold but did not release him, “Why do you wish to run from me, Elrohir? I would not harm you, you must know this.” Elrohir turned his face and looked away from his tutor and Glorfindel released one wrist and gently turned his face back to his. “Have you… lain with anyone, lirimaer?” Elrohir shook his head, his cheeks growing redder by the moment. “Would you care to lay with me, Elrohir?” He dipped his face to his student’s, he knew he should not be offering this, but it was obvious how much the young Peredhil wanted him and he did not have the heart to reject him. It would be no hardship; Elrohir was indeed beautiful, and if he approached matters of the flesh with the same fervor he approached his training, he would become a wonderful lover.
Elrohir could not speak, he could not breathe. Glorfindel offered, he offered to be the one to take his innocence. He was speechless, many an Elf would jump at the chance to lay with the warrior and Glorfindel had offered it to him. He felt the Eldar’s lips caress his face, his warm tongue slip out and lap the salty sweat from his brow. He shuddered as he felt him slowly rock against him and he began to stammer, “I… I… Oh, Glorfindel, please, I am going to…” His breath caught in his throat as he whimpered and spilled himself inside his trousers, soaking the cloth and wetting the thin cotton of his tutor’s. He almost wept with embarrassment, his cheeks flushed bright red and a tear traced down his cheek.
Glorfindel caressed his face and softly kissed his lips, “Ssshh, lirimaer, it is alright. Do not be ashamed, we have all gone through this, we all know how it feels. We were all once innocent.” He raised up and extended his hand, “Come, Elrohir, let us change our clothes and find a place more suitable to explore this new path.”
Elrohir looked up at his tutor and took his hand, following him into the barracks to change his clothes. Theft eft the barracks and retired to Glorfindel’s chamber. Elrohir stood in the middle of the modest room looking around at its understated elegance. He had never been in his tutor’s chamber, and was surprised at how personal and warm it was. A few relics that his father had collected from the old days lay here and there, and the windows were open to let in the fresh late afternoon breeze. The smell of jasmine and gardenia wafted through the window and Elrohir closed his eyes, taking in the scent and trying to adjust his heightened senses to the unfamiliar surroundings.
“Elrohir?”
Glorfindel’s soft, deep voice broke his reverie and he remembered with a start why he was there. His heart began to pound and his palms began to sweat as he turned to face his seneschal. The warrior approached him, cupping his face in his hand, tracing the line of his brow with his lips, “You are so soft and tender, so young yet so strong, my Peredhil.” He caressed his face, “Are you sure you are ready for this, Elrohir?”
Elrohir nodded and whispered, “Yes, I… I think so.”
Glorfindel smiled, Elrohir was never one to turn away from what frightened him, he was indeed a brave warrior. He gently guided him to the bed and sat beside him, “What would you like to do, lirimaer?”
Elrohir shrugged, “I, I do not know what to do,” he turned his face away, “I do not want to be a disappointment, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “You could never disappoint me, Elrohir. Just do what feels natural, do what you want to do.” Elrohir leaned into his tutor’s embrace, and tentatively pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s.
He kissed him slowly and sweetly, and Glorfindel traced his lips with his tongue, feeling Elrohir’s breath flutter against his lips as the youngster quietly gasped. Elrohir returned the action, exploring Glorfindel’s mouth with his tongue, first his lips, then just past his teeth as the warrior opened his mouth, gently probing inside and tng hng him.
Glorfindel quietly moaned, he was so soft; his warm, full lips felt like silk and tasted like peaches and sweet cream. They sat on the bed softly kissing, gently caressing one another for what felt like an eternity. Elrohir felt it flare inside him again, that pulsating, delicious heat that blossomed from his loins. His hands moved to Glorfindel’s thin, cotton shirt, clumsily tugging it from his trousers, and pulling it over his head. Glorfindel pulled Elrohir’s shirt off as well, and ran his hands across his smooth, flesh; over the bruises from training, and over the taut young muscles encased in his silky, tanned skin. Glorfindel reached up and cradled Elrohir’s head in his hand, laying him back upon the bed, watching his eyes darken with passion, and an expression of wonder cross his lips. He lay down beside him, pulling Elrohir on top of him. The youngster caressed his tutor’s body, feeling his flesh for the first time, although it was not the first time his hands had grappled with those arms and broad shoulders.
Glorfindel whispered, “Put your mouth on me, lirimaer. I want to feel your soft lips on my skin.”
Elrohir leaned down and kissed him, he ran his lips and tongue across the warrior’s body with increasing boldness. He paused at one of the warrior’s taut nipples and gently lapped at it, softly moaning, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing heat in his thin trousers. He took it into his mouth as he ran his fingers across the other, playing with it and rubbing it until it was a firm pebble beneath his fingers. He heard his tutor sigh and begin to softly moan and he smiled, it was he that was causing those moans, it was he that gave him such pleasure. He felt his seneschal’s hands slide inside his thin trousers and slowly push them down off his hips, caressing the soft, untouched flesh of his buttocks, gently kneading them as he moaned.
Glorfindel rolled over and grasped Elrohir’s leggings, pulling them free of his legs and casting them off the bed. He ran his hands over the trembling, aroused young Elf that lay upon his bed. By Elbereth, he was beautiful, as beautiful as his father was. He slid his own leggings free and laid his body against Elrohir, pressing his flesh against him as the youngster’s hands eagerly caressed him, “Lle naa vanima, mir nín.” He sighed. He pressed his soft lips to the Peredhil’s ear, drawing his tongue along the curve, and suckling at the tip. Elrohir groaned and arched his back pressing his weeping arousal into his tutor’s thigh. The younger Elf spread his legs and wrapped one around his tutor, pulling him closer, wanting to touch all of him at once.
Elrohir was becoming impossibly aroused, Glorfindel’s wet mouth upon the tip of his ear was going to cause him to climax a second time and he whimpered, “Please, Glorfindel, I… I am going to…”
The Eldar stopped for a moment and smiled, “Aahh, my young Peredhil, you will indeed, several times before this night is through.” He left the youngster’s ear and traveled down his neck, along his collarbone to his chest. He lapped at his flesh like a cat, long, slow, wet strokes with his tongue before taking a taut nipple in his mouth, gently sucking at it and nibbling on it. Electric bolts of desire coursed through Elrohir’s body, sending shuddering bolts straight to his engorged, weeping arousal. Glorfindel’s powerful hand cloon ton the quivering shaft of Elrohir’s arousal, squeezing it, containing the mounting esionsion inside his body. The youngster groaned and arched his back, writhing and whimpering beneath the Eldar. Glorfindel drew his mouth further down the trembling young form beneath him, brushing his lips through his silky hair and drawing the tip of his tongue around Elrohir’s arousal.
Elrohir grasped the bedcovers in his fists, moaning and whispering breathless words of devotion to his tutor. He pleaded and begged, he made promises of love and worship, and cried out Glorfindel’s name as the Eldar took him into his mouth. His pleading whimpers and cries turned into growls and deep moans as Glodel del swallowed him. He tangled his frs irs in his golden hair, pulling at it, thrusting into the Eldar’s mouth with increasing intensity. He was reduced to a quivering, boneless mass as he came, trembling and shaking, and swearing to love the Eldar for all time.
Glorfindel slowly withdrew his mouth and lazily lapped up the seed that wept from Elrohir’s quivering andtenitening arousal. He stroked the young Peredhil’s thighs and stomach and purred words of comfort and caring to him. He drew back and lay beside Elrohir, taking him into his arms and whispering in his ear, “Time to rest, lirimaer. It is early yet and we have all night. Sleep in my arms, mir nín, I will be here when you wake.”
Elrohir curled up against hihisphispering into his neck and veil of golden hair, “Amin mela le, Glorfindel.”
The warrior winced at the sound of the words. It was not his intention to have the young Peredhil fall in love with him, and he hoped it was Elrohir’s inexperience talking. He lay awake, staring at the ceiling and listening to Elrohir’s soft, rhythmic breathing.
* * * *
“Wake up, lirimaer.”
Elrohir felt his tutor’s warm body enveloping his own and he smiled. He had only slept a couple of hours and it was now dark outside. A cool evening breeze wafted through the windows and he felt his tutor’s breath flutter against his sensitive ear. “I am awake.” he whispered.
Glorfindel’s hand drifted down his abdomen, taking him in his hand and gently stroking him, quickly making him erect. He moaned softly and pressed back against the warrior, feeling his erect desire slide between his legs and he gasped. “I want to take you, Elrohir. Would you allow me to?”
Elrohir’s voice caught in his throat as he felt Glorfindel caress his arousal with one hand and his hair with the other as he caressed his ear with his tongue. He closed his eyes, he was afraid, but he also wanted it; and he was never one to turn away from what frightened him. “Yes.” He whispered.
“Are you sure? I do not want you to do anything you are not ready to do, Elrohir.” He whispered.
“Yes, I am sure.” He swallowed, “I want you, Glorfindel.”
“I will not hurt you, mir nín. I promise.” He reached behind him, taking a small vial of oil and coating his fingers with it. He lifted one of Elrohir’s legs and held it to his chest as he slid the fingers of his other hand inside him. Elrohir gasped then started to breathe deeply as he willed himself to accept the intrusion. He felt a second finger slide in as they were scissored back and forth, slowly twisted as he was stretched and loosened. He breathed deeply as he closed his eyes, concentrating on how much he loved the warrior, what a great gift he was giving him. was was giving him his body, his innocence, and his heart. He trusted Glorfindel and knew he would never misuse those gifts, that he would always cherish them. He felt the warrior’s arousal gently press against his entrance and he bit his lower lip.
“Relax, lirimaer, I will not hurt you,” the warrior whispered. He slowly pushed inside Elrohir and he groaned, feeling his tight heat sheath him and squeeze him. He paused, allowing Elrohir to accept him, as he stroked his stomach and whispered endearments in his ear. He slowly began to thrust inside him, listening to his soft moans and whimpers; he took his arousal in his hand and began stroking him in time with his thrusts, whispering and kissing his neck and shoulders.
Elrohir cried out as the warrior hit his target, and he arched his back, thrusting back into him. Glorfindel stroked his mark with relentless, unerring accuracy, sending Elrohir into a state of passion that left him trembling and incoherent. As the youngster reached his completion and spilled himself over the warrior’s hand, Glorfindel felt him constrict around him and he groaned reaching his own climax.
He held Elrohir in his arms, feeling him tremble and hearing his breathing grow slower and quieter. “Oh, Glorfindel, that was amazing.” He whispered raggedly.
“Did I hurt you, lirimaer?” The warrior whispered.
“No, no you did not. It felt so good.” He whispered in return.
“Go back to sleep, my young Peredhil,” he kissed his ear. “I will be here when you wake.”
Elrohir smiled, “I hope you are always with me when I wake, Glorfindel.” He sighed and drifted back to sleep.
* * * *
August 20th, 180, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
“I am curioEresErestor.” Elladan sat with his chin resting in his hands upon the desktop.
Erestor did not look up from his scroll, continuing to carefully and artfully transcribe the ancient writing from the crumbling parchment. “So am I, Elladan. I am curious as to why you are staring at me instead of finishing your work.”
hy hhy have you not married, as father has?” Elladan was determined to have the answers to his questions, no matter how inappropriate they may be. “You are fair enough to have attracted a wife.”
Erestor carefully set the quill down and looked up at his student with one eyebrow raised, “I am glad you think so, Elladan. However, I have never been interested in having a wife. Not that it is any of your business.” He looked back down at his parchment and picked up his quill again.
“Do you have a lover, Erestor?”
Erestor set the quill down, somewhat abruptly the second time and looked up at the young Peredhil, “Elladan! Where have you learned this complete lack of tact and diplomacy? Certainly not from your parents.”
Elladan blushed, “I am sorry, I meant no offense or disrespect. It is just that…”
Erestor furrowed his brow, “What?”
Elladan stammered a bit as he tried to continue, “I… I have never seen you with anyone, and you are very fair. I am surprised that you…”
A sly grin crossed Erestor’s lips, “Are you offering your services, Elladan?”
Elladan’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, “What? Me? No… I only meant…”
Erestor cocked his head and tried to keep a serious expression, “What? Am I not good enough for you? Not fair enough for you, young Peredhil?”
“By Elbereth, no! You are passing fair, Erestor, very fair. It is not that… I swear it.”
Erestor continued, “Do you have a lover, Elladan? I have never seen you with one, and you are certainly, passing fair, as you put it.”
“No… I do not, I have not…” He looked down at the desk as his cheeks flushed bright red.
Erestor smiled and nodded, “So this is what this is all about then. You are curious about the ways of the flesh are you?”
Elladan silently nodded, not returning his tutor’s gaze. Ere ros rose from his chair and rounded his table, sitting on the edge of Elladan’s desk. “While I am your tutor in many things, Elladan. I do not think it to be appropriate for me to tutor you in this. However, I do know one who could and I believe you would find him, very fair.”
Elladan looked up at him, a smile creeping across his face, “You do? Who is it?”
Erestor smiled, “Be on the bridge just after the rising of the moon. He will find you there. Now go, are are clearly not going to accomplish anything here and you are wasting my time as well.”
Elladan stood up and placed a kiss upon Erestor’s cheek, “Thank you, Erestor.” He ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Erestor rose and returned to his chair, “Youth.” He chuckled as he sat down and continues wos work.
* * * *
Elladan nervously drummed his fingers upon the bridge railing. He had taken great care in preparing for this clandestine rendezvous and was now beginning to wonder if his tutor were not playing a joke on him. He was dressed in a midnight blue velvet robe, with nothing underneath. He wore his hair in a single braid down his back and was fresh from the bath. Just as he was beginning to give up and return to his room he heard a soft, deep voice fill the air from behind him.
“Good Evening, Elladan.” He turned to look upon the one of the most beautiful Elves he had ever seen. He was tall and strong, but not large; he had a lean, archer’s body, with sparkling pale blue eyes and flaxen hair, with two simple braids tied together behind his head. He wore the colors of a wood Elf, pale silver and light brown, and he had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “I am Legolas, Son of Thranduil, King of Greenwood the Great. Erestor has sent me to you. He told me you had a problem that I could help you with.” He stepped closer to Elladan, a gentle smile crossing his lips.
Elladan was speechless, he was staring into the eyes of the Prince of the Silvan Elves, renowned archer and warrior, and a legendary beauty. He opened his mouth to speak but could not form the words. Legolas was not much older than Elladan, maybe some one hundred and fifty years, but he had many lovers. He smiled; his strong hands caressed Elladan’s sable hair, his archer’s fingers trailing along the younger Elf’s jaw line. “You are beautiful, Elladan. Helping you will be my pleasure.” He leaned in and gave the Peredhil a soft kiss. Elladan softly moaned into the kiss, tentatively running his hands up the Prince’s strong arms to his shoulders. Legolas pulled back from the kiss, smiling and whispering into Elladan’s ear, “You are sweet, meldir, you taste like sweet cream and pure nectar.” He brushed his lips along the younger Elf’s eyebrows and cheeks, “I believe I will owe Erestor a debt of gratitude for this.”
He clasped the back of Elladan’s head and traced his lips with his tongue, pressing inside as the younger Elf opened his mouth, exploring it’s deepest recesses and caressing Elladan’s tongue with his own. He drew back from the kiss, licking his lips and smiling, “I have been the lover of Lords and Ladies, Kings and Warriors, but you will be the first innocent I have ever taken, Elladan.”
Elladan felt his arousal stir with his words and the passionate kiss, and thought he was the luckiest Elf in all of Elvendom at that moment. “Where shall we go?” he whispered breathlessly.
Legolas chuckled, “You are one of few words. Come, let us go to my quarters, no one will disturb us there.” He took Elladan by the hand leading him off the bridge, “Erestor has given you the day off tomorrow and I dare say, you will need it.”
Elladan followed Legolas down the path to the guest cottages that were separate from the main house. His quarters were well furnished, a large fireplace on one wall with a large iron tub in front of it, windowed doors that opened onto a private terrace, and a large, soft bed in the center of the room. The room was lit only by a few candles and the moonlight that streamed through the window. Legolas closed the door behind them as they entered and ensured that it was latched. Elladan felt his strong hands on his shoulders as he slid the robe from his body. He gasped when he felt the suede and soft cotton of the Prince’s clothing press against him. “Aaahh, my beauty, you thought ahead I see, wearing nothing under your robes.”
He pressed his mouth to Elladan’s soft skin and the younger Elf moaned and felt himself go hard instantly. Legolas’ hands traveled down Elladan’s abdomen, lingering in the soft hair that grew around his prominent arousal. “I see you are ready for me, Peredhil, but I am not quite ready for you,” he drew his tongue up the curve of Elladan’s ear as he unbraided his hair. “But do not fear, I will be ready, very soon.” Elladan’s soft moans and whimpers were traveling from his ears, straight to his arousal; he longed to feel those soft lips upon him, to thrust into that sweet, warm mouth. He smiled wickedly, this would be the first time he deflowered a young male and he intended to do it right.
“What should I do?” Elladan panted breathlessly as Legolas nuzzled and fondled his ear with his tongue. He was gripping the Prince’s tunic in his hands pulling him closer, reveling in the feeling of the fabric against his bare skin.
Legolas uttered a low, guttural moan into Elladan’s ear, “Touch me, Elladan. Put your hands on me, feel how much I want you, lirimaer.” Elladan’s breath caught in his throat as his hand slid down the Prince’s abdomen and over the warm bulge in his leggings. “Inside, Elladan, put your hand inside.” He guided Elladan’s hand inside his leggings and to his rigid desire.
Elladan gasped and quietly purred at the silky, heated length as he closed his fingers around it. He began tentatively stroking it and squeezing it as he had done to his own in the privacy of his bedchamber. Legolas purred and moaned as he whispered in his ear, “Yes, mt, tt, that is very good, very good indeed.”
Elladan began to groan, he was on the verge of orgasm, he could feel the milky liquid begin to trickle from his engorged arousal. He whispered raggedly, “I… I am going to…” Legolas slipped from his grasp and dropped to his knees, taking the younger Elf in his mouth as he came, instantly swallowing him as Elladan groaned, grasping the Prince’s shoulders as he felt his knees buckle. Legolas caught him by the hips, steadying him and partially supporting his weight as he cleaned the rest of the opalescent fluid from Elladan’s belly and thighs with his tongue. He rose to his feet, taking the Peredhil in his arms and carrying him to the bed, laying him upon it and kneeling above him as he removed his clothes. He smiled gently at Elladan as the younger Elf stammered an apology, “I… I am sorry, I did mea mean to…”
The Prince leaned down, placing his fingers on Elladan’s lips, “Ssshh, meldiramin, do not worry. It will not be the last time tonight.” He placed soft, passionate kisses on Elladan’s face and neck working his way down his body to his chest, he concentrated on one nipple for what seemed like an eternity as the younger Elf writhed and moaned beneath him. He gave it a nip as his mouth left it, hearing Elladan cry out. He continued down his lithe young form, dipping his tongue inside his navel as the Peredhil groaned and squirmed. He brushed his lips through the soft dusting of hair growing about his arousal and smiled, seeing the evidence of his efforts in Elladan’s rising erection. He gently spread his legs and continued lower still, lapping at the soft skin that covered the root of his desire, continuing further back until he reached his tight entrance, circling it and flicking his tongue against it, before sliding it inside him. Elladan was groaning, gripping the bedcovers in his fists and arching his back. Legolas withdrew his tongue as Elladan whimpered and reached for a vial of oil that sat beside his bed. He coated his fingers with it and slid one inside, carefully rotating it and gently stretching him as he drew his tongue along the underside of Elladan’s arousal.
“By Elbereth, I think I am going to die…” Elladan gasped. He was being stretched by his fingers and there were only two now. He knew what was to come and thought he would not be able to take it. He felt the size of Legolas’ arousal was when he had his hand wrapped around it, and he thought to himself that it was never going to work.
Legolas chuckled, his breath fluttering along the length of Elladan’s erect desire, “No, meldir, you are not going to die, I promise. Try to relax, close your eyes and concentrate on how good this feels, breathe deeply, I promise you will enjoy it.”
Elladan did as he was told, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. He told himself Erestor never would have sent one to him that would hurt him, he felt he could trust the Prince, though he was not sure why. Suddenly a bolt of white-hot fire shot through him and his arousal twitched as he cried out. “Ai, Legolas! What…” words failed him as he groaned and writhed beneath the Prince, he never knew such pleasure existed.
Legolas smiled and stroked his mark as he struggled to stay with the movement of his partner. He withdrew his fingers and gently rolled Elladan to his stomach. He shifted himself so that he kneeled between his legs and he gently lifted the Peredhil’s hips. “Just relax, lirimaer, I promise I will go slow, I will not hurt you.” He took Elladan by the hips and steadied him as he slowly pushed his oiled member inside him. He hissed through his clenched jaw as he felt Elladan’s hot, velvety passage squeeze him mercilessly. He paused inside him breathing heavily trying to stave off his own orgasm. “Oh, Elladan, you feel so good, so tight, so warm.” He whispered breathlessly.
Elladan began to moan and gently rock back against him when he felt the Prince begin to thrust inside him, brushing that spot that drove him mad. He cried out and bucked back against him, feeling the Prince fill him and stretch him beyond what he thought he could bear. Soon, the pain faded to pure pleasure as the Prince set a slow, easy pace, withdrawing and slide back in again. Legolas gently held his hips, guiding himself carefully as he felt mounting pleasure roar through his veins, he groaned deeply as he spilled himself inside Elladan’s undulating body, leaning his head back and reveling in the feel of his tender young flesh in his hands. He softly stroked his hips and back whispering endearments to him as he felt himself softening. He carefully withdrew and lay beside the trembling Peredhil, stroking his hair as Elladan rolled to his side, tentatively placing his arms around the Prince. He could feel Elladan’s weeping, caged desire pressing into his hip and he smiled. He slid from the youngster’s grasp, working his way back down his body and taking him into his mouth.
He sucked and lowelowed him, lightly scraping his teeth along the underside of his length as he felt him begin to quiver inside his mouth. He swallowed as Elladan came, spilling himself in the Prince’s mouth for the second time that night. He withdrew and cleaned the young Peredhil with his tongue before pulling him back into his arms.
Elladan gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes and a sleepy smile and Legolas chuckled. “Sleep, meldir, you have earned it.”
To be continued…
*Lle naa vanima = You are beautiful
Mir nín = my treasure
Lirimaer = lovely one
Amin mela le = I love you
Meldir = friend
Meldiramin = my friend
*Quenya
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FPS, M/M Slash
Pairing: Elrohir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Legolas
Rg: Ng: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar
WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Feedback: Yes please: larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Summary/Notes: Elrohir comes of age and looks to his seneschal for help; Elladan learns the pleasures of the flesh from a new friend.
August 12th, 180, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
Elrohir struggled but could not pull free of the warrior’s grip. He glared up into the cool blue eyes of his tutor, the only one he could not best, the only one he could never defeat. He had proven his skill as a warrior, he had soundly thrashed every soldier in his father’s regiment, even though he was less than half their age. His strength, skill and speed were unmatched, he had beaten them all, all save one. The heat of the training room was near unbearable and they were both soaked with sweat. They had removed their shirts when they began and the feeling of Glorfindel’s heart beating against his own was mesmerizing.
Elrohir had just come of age and was struggling with the warring feelings in his body, learning to cope with the extremities of his emotions and wants. Glorfindel had seen Elrohir looking at him out of the corner of his eye and supposed it was natural that he would look at him that way, and he had to admit, Elrohir had grown into a beautiful young Elf. He stared down into the angry pools of Elrohir’s eyes. “Why so angry, Peredhil? You are not a poor loser are you?”
Elrohir growled “I am not a loser!”
Glorfindel smiled, “Of course not, that is not what I meant, lirimaer.”
“Do not call me that!” his pupil growled.
“I mean no offense, Elrohir.” His eyes widened when he felt the rigid desire of his student press into his groin. He gently shifted against him, “What is this then? Are you inspired by the heat of combat?” They were alone in the training room; the others had gone to clean up before the evening meal.
Elrohir resumed his struggle and in his fervor his legs fell apart and his tutor came to rest in between them. His aching arousal began to throb inside his leggings, and he felt the damp heat of the beginnings of his release start to soak into the fabric. His cheeks flushed for he knew his tutor surely felt it too, it would be yet another cause for him to mock him. He meant to sound demanding, but only sounded pathetic as he whispered, “Let me go.”
Glorfindel softened his hold but did not release him, “Why do you wish to run from me, Elrohir? I would not harm you, you must know this.” Elrohir turned his face and looked away from his tutor and Glorfindel released one wrist and gently turned his face back to his. “Have you… lain with anyone, lirimaer?” Elrohir shook his head, his cheeks growing redder by the moment. “Would you care to lay with me, Elrohir?” He dipped his face to his student’s, he knew he should not be offering this, but it was obvious how much the young Peredhil wanted him and he did not have the heart to reject him. It would be no hardship; Elrohir was indeed beautiful, and if he approached matters of the flesh with the same fervor he approached his training, he would become a wonderful lover.
Elrohir could not speak, he could not breathe. Glorfindel offered, he offered to be the one to take his innocence. He was speechless, many an Elf would jump at the chance to lay with the warrior and Glorfindel had offered it to him. He felt the Eldar’s lips caress his face, his warm tongue slip out and lap the salty sweat from his brow. He shuddered as he felt him slowly rock against him and he began to stammer, “I… I… Oh, Glorfindel, please, I am going to…” His breath caught in his throat as he whimpered and spilled himself inside his trousers, soaking the cloth and wetting the thin cotton of his tutor’s. He almost wept with embarrassment, his cheeks flushed bright red and a tear traced down his cheek.
Glorfindel caressed his face and softly kissed his lips, “Ssshh, lirimaer, it is alright. Do not be ashamed, we have all gone through this, we all know how it feels. We were all once innocent.” He raised up and extended his hand, “Come, Elrohir, let us change our clothes and find a place more suitable to explore this new path.”
Elrohir looked up at his tutor and took his hand, following him into the barracks to change his clothes. Theft eft the barracks and retired to Glorfindel’s chamber. Elrohir stood in the middle of the modest room looking around at its understated elegance. He had never been in his tutor’s chamber, and was surprised at how personal and warm it was. A few relics that his father had collected from the old days lay here and there, and the windows were open to let in the fresh late afternoon breeze. The smell of jasmine and gardenia wafted through the window and Elrohir closed his eyes, taking in the scent and trying to adjust his heightened senses to the unfamiliar surroundings.
“Elrohir?”
Glorfindel’s soft, deep voice broke his reverie and he remembered with a start why he was there. His heart began to pound and his palms began to sweat as he turned to face his seneschal. The warrior approached him, cupping his face in his hand, tracing the line of his brow with his lips, “You are so soft and tender, so young yet so strong, my Peredhil.” He caressed his face, “Are you sure you are ready for this, Elrohir?”
Elrohir nodded and whispered, “Yes, I… I think so.”
Glorfindel smiled, Elrohir was never one to turn away from what frightened him, he was indeed a brave warrior. He gently guided him to the bed and sat beside him, “What would you like to do, lirimaer?”
Elrohir shrugged, “I, I do not know what to do,” he turned his face away, “I do not want to be a disappointment, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “You could never disappoint me, Elrohir. Just do what feels natural, do what you want to do.” Elrohir leaned into his tutor’s embrace, and tentatively pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s.
He kissed him slowly and sweetly, and Glorfindel traced his lips with his tongue, feeling Elrohir’s breath flutter against his lips as the youngster quietly gasped. Elrohir returned the action, exploring Glorfindel’s mouth with his tongue, first his lips, then just past his teeth as the warrior opened his mouth, gently probing inside and tng hng him.
Glorfindel quietly moaned, he was so soft; his warm, full lips felt like silk and tasted like peaches and sweet cream. They sat on the bed softly kissing, gently caressing one another for what felt like an eternity. Elrohir felt it flare inside him again, that pulsating, delicious heat that blossomed from his loins. His hands moved to Glorfindel’s thin, cotton shirt, clumsily tugging it from his trousers, and pulling it over his head. Glorfindel pulled Elrohir’s shirt off as well, and ran his hands across his smooth, flesh; over the bruises from training, and over the taut young muscles encased in his silky, tanned skin. Glorfindel reached up and cradled Elrohir’s head in his hand, laying him back upon the bed, watching his eyes darken with passion, and an expression of wonder cross his lips. He lay down beside him, pulling Elrohir on top of him. The youngster caressed his tutor’s body, feeling his flesh for the first time, although it was not the first time his hands had grappled with those arms and broad shoulders.
Glorfindel whispered, “Put your mouth on me, lirimaer. I want to feel your soft lips on my skin.”
Elrohir leaned down and kissed him, he ran his lips and tongue across the warrior’s body with increasing boldness. He paused at one of the warrior’s taut nipples and gently lapped at it, softly moaning, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing heat in his thin trousers. He took it into his mouth as he ran his fingers across the other, playing with it and rubbing it until it was a firm pebble beneath his fingers. He heard his tutor sigh and begin to softly moan and he smiled, it was he that was causing those moans, it was he that gave him such pleasure. He felt his seneschal’s hands slide inside his thin trousers and slowly push them down off his hips, caressing the soft, untouched flesh of his buttocks, gently kneading them as he moaned.
Glorfindel rolled over and grasped Elrohir’s leggings, pulling them free of his legs and casting them off the bed. He ran his hands over the trembling, aroused young Elf that lay upon his bed. By Elbereth, he was beautiful, as beautiful as his father was. He slid his own leggings free and laid his body against Elrohir, pressing his flesh against him as the youngster’s hands eagerly caressed him, “Lle naa vanima, mir nín.” He sighed. He pressed his soft lips to the Peredhil’s ear, drawing his tongue along the curve, and suckling at the tip. Elrohir groaned and arched his back pressing his weeping arousal into his tutor’s thigh. The younger Elf spread his legs and wrapped one around his tutor, pulling him closer, wanting to touch all of him at once.
Elrohir was becoming impossibly aroused, Glorfindel’s wet mouth upon the tip of his ear was going to cause him to climax a second time and he whimpered, “Please, Glorfindel, I… I am going to…”
The Eldar stopped for a moment and smiled, “Aahh, my young Peredhil, you will indeed, several times before this night is through.” He left the youngster’s ear and traveled down his neck, along his collarbone to his chest. He lapped at his flesh like a cat, long, slow, wet strokes with his tongue before taking a taut nipple in his mouth, gently sucking at it and nibbling on it. Electric bolts of desire coursed through Elrohir’s body, sending shuddering bolts straight to his engorged, weeping arousal. Glorfindel’s powerful hand cloon ton the quivering shaft of Elrohir’s arousal, squeezing it, containing the mounting esionsion inside his body. The youngster groaned and arched his back, writhing and whimpering beneath the Eldar. Glorfindel drew his mouth further down the trembling young form beneath him, brushing his lips through his silky hair and drawing the tip of his tongue around Elrohir’s arousal.
Elrohir grasped the bedcovers in his fists, moaning and whispering breathless words of devotion to his tutor. He pleaded and begged, he made promises of love and worship, and cried out Glorfindel’s name as the Eldar took him into his mouth. His pleading whimpers and cries turned into growls and deep moans as Glodel del swallowed him. He tangled his frs irs in his golden hair, pulling at it, thrusting into the Eldar’s mouth with increasing intensity. He was reduced to a quivering, boneless mass as he came, trembling and shaking, and swearing to love the Eldar for all time.
Glorfindel slowly withdrew his mouth and lazily lapped up the seed that wept from Elrohir’s quivering andtenitening arousal. He stroked the young Peredhil’s thighs and stomach and purred words of comfort and caring to him. He drew back and lay beside Elrohir, taking him into his arms and whispering in his ear, “Time to rest, lirimaer. It is early yet and we have all night. Sleep in my arms, mir nín, I will be here when you wake.”
Elrohir curled up against hihisphispering into his neck and veil of golden hair, “Amin mela le, Glorfindel.”
The warrior winced at the sound of the words. It was not his intention to have the young Peredhil fall in love with him, and he hoped it was Elrohir’s inexperience talking. He lay awake, staring at the ceiling and listening to Elrohir’s soft, rhythmic breathing.
* * * *
“Wake up, lirimaer.”
Elrohir felt his tutor’s warm body enveloping his own and he smiled. He had only slept a couple of hours and it was now dark outside. A cool evening breeze wafted through the windows and he felt his tutor’s breath flutter against his sensitive ear. “I am awake.” he whispered.
Glorfindel’s hand drifted down his abdomen, taking him in his hand and gently stroking him, quickly making him erect. He moaned softly and pressed back against the warrior, feeling his erect desire slide between his legs and he gasped. “I want to take you, Elrohir. Would you allow me to?”
Elrohir’s voice caught in his throat as he felt Glorfindel caress his arousal with one hand and his hair with the other as he caressed his ear with his tongue. He closed his eyes, he was afraid, but he also wanted it; and he was never one to turn away from what frightened him. “Yes.” He whispered.
“Are you sure? I do not want you to do anything you are not ready to do, Elrohir.” He whispered.
“Yes, I am sure.” He swallowed, “I want you, Glorfindel.”
“I will not hurt you, mir nín. I promise.” He reached behind him, taking a small vial of oil and coating his fingers with it. He lifted one of Elrohir’s legs and held it to his chest as he slid the fingers of his other hand inside him. Elrohir gasped then started to breathe deeply as he willed himself to accept the intrusion. He felt a second finger slide in as they were scissored back and forth, slowly twisted as he was stretched and loosened. He breathed deeply as he closed his eyes, concentrating on how much he loved the warrior, what a great gift he was giving him. was was giving him his body, his innocence, and his heart. He trusted Glorfindel and knew he would never misuse those gifts, that he would always cherish them. He felt the warrior’s arousal gently press against his entrance and he bit his lower lip.
“Relax, lirimaer, I will not hurt you,” the warrior whispered. He slowly pushed inside Elrohir and he groaned, feeling his tight heat sheath him and squeeze him. He paused, allowing Elrohir to accept him, as he stroked his stomach and whispered endearments in his ear. He slowly began to thrust inside him, listening to his soft moans and whimpers; he took his arousal in his hand and began stroking him in time with his thrusts, whispering and kissing his neck and shoulders.
Elrohir cried out as the warrior hit his target, and he arched his back, thrusting back into him. Glorfindel stroked his mark with relentless, unerring accuracy, sending Elrohir into a state of passion that left him trembling and incoherent. As the youngster reached his completion and spilled himself over the warrior’s hand, Glorfindel felt him constrict around him and he groaned reaching his own climax.
He held Elrohir in his arms, feeling him tremble and hearing his breathing grow slower and quieter. “Oh, Glorfindel, that was amazing.” He whispered raggedly.
“Did I hurt you, lirimaer?” The warrior whispered.
“No, no you did not. It felt so good.” He whispered in return.
“Go back to sleep, my young Peredhil,” he kissed his ear. “I will be here when you wake.”
Elrohir smiled, “I hope you are always with me when I wake, Glorfindel.” He sighed and drifted back to sleep.
* * * *
August 20th, 180, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
“I am curioEresErestor.” Elladan sat with his chin resting in his hands upon the desktop.
Erestor did not look up from his scroll, continuing to carefully and artfully transcribe the ancient writing from the crumbling parchment. “So am I, Elladan. I am curious as to why you are staring at me instead of finishing your work.”
hy hhy have you not married, as father has?” Elladan was determined to have the answers to his questions, no matter how inappropriate they may be. “You are fair enough to have attracted a wife.”
Erestor carefully set the quill down and looked up at his student with one eyebrow raised, “I am glad you think so, Elladan. However, I have never been interested in having a wife. Not that it is any of your business.” He looked back down at his parchment and picked up his quill again.
“Do you have a lover, Erestor?”
Erestor set the quill down, somewhat abruptly the second time and looked up at the young Peredhil, “Elladan! Where have you learned this complete lack of tact and diplomacy? Certainly not from your parents.”
Elladan blushed, “I am sorry, I meant no offense or disrespect. It is just that…”
Erestor furrowed his brow, “What?”
Elladan stammered a bit as he tried to continue, “I… I have never seen you with anyone, and you are very fair. I am surprised that you…”
A sly grin crossed Erestor’s lips, “Are you offering your services, Elladan?”
Elladan’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, “What? Me? No… I only meant…”
Erestor cocked his head and tried to keep a serious expression, “What? Am I not good enough for you? Not fair enough for you, young Peredhil?”
“By Elbereth, no! You are passing fair, Erestor, very fair. It is not that… I swear it.”
Erestor continued, “Do you have a lover, Elladan? I have never seen you with one, and you are certainly, passing fair, as you put it.”
“No… I do not, I have not…” He looked down at the desk as his cheeks flushed bright red.
Erestor smiled and nodded, “So this is what this is all about then. You are curious about the ways of the flesh are you?”
Elladan silently nodded, not returning his tutor’s gaze. Ere ros rose from his chair and rounded his table, sitting on the edge of Elladan’s desk. “While I am your tutor in many things, Elladan. I do not think it to be appropriate for me to tutor you in this. However, I do know one who could and I believe you would find him, very fair.”
Elladan looked up at him, a smile creeping across his face, “You do? Who is it?”
Erestor smiled, “Be on the bridge just after the rising of the moon. He will find you there. Now go, are are clearly not going to accomplish anything here and you are wasting my time as well.”
Elladan stood up and placed a kiss upon Erestor’s cheek, “Thank you, Erestor.” He ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Erestor rose and returned to his chair, “Youth.” He chuckled as he sat down and continues wos work.
* * * *
Elladan nervously drummed his fingers upon the bridge railing. He had taken great care in preparing for this clandestine rendezvous and was now beginning to wonder if his tutor were not playing a joke on him. He was dressed in a midnight blue velvet robe, with nothing underneath. He wore his hair in a single braid down his back and was fresh from the bath. Just as he was beginning to give up and return to his room he heard a soft, deep voice fill the air from behind him.
“Good Evening, Elladan.” He turned to look upon the one of the most beautiful Elves he had ever seen. He was tall and strong, but not large; he had a lean, archer’s body, with sparkling pale blue eyes and flaxen hair, with two simple braids tied together behind his head. He wore the colors of a wood Elf, pale silver and light brown, and he had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “I am Legolas, Son of Thranduil, King of Greenwood the Great. Erestor has sent me to you. He told me you had a problem that I could help you with.” He stepped closer to Elladan, a gentle smile crossing his lips.
Elladan was speechless, he was staring into the eyes of the Prince of the Silvan Elves, renowned archer and warrior, and a legendary beauty. He opened his mouth to speak but could not form the words. Legolas was not much older than Elladan, maybe some one hundred and fifty years, but he had many lovers. He smiled; his strong hands caressed Elladan’s sable hair, his archer’s fingers trailing along the younger Elf’s jaw line. “You are beautiful, Elladan. Helping you will be my pleasure.” He leaned in and gave the Peredhil a soft kiss. Elladan softly moaned into the kiss, tentatively running his hands up the Prince’s strong arms to his shoulders. Legolas pulled back from the kiss, smiling and whispering into Elladan’s ear, “You are sweet, meldir, you taste like sweet cream and pure nectar.” He brushed his lips along the younger Elf’s eyebrows and cheeks, “I believe I will owe Erestor a debt of gratitude for this.”
He clasped the back of Elladan’s head and traced his lips with his tongue, pressing inside as the younger Elf opened his mouth, exploring it’s deepest recesses and caressing Elladan’s tongue with his own. He drew back from the kiss, licking his lips and smiling, “I have been the lover of Lords and Ladies, Kings and Warriors, but you will be the first innocent I have ever taken, Elladan.”
Elladan felt his arousal stir with his words and the passionate kiss, and thought he was the luckiest Elf in all of Elvendom at that moment. “Where shall we go?” he whispered breathlessly.
Legolas chuckled, “You are one of few words. Come, let us go to my quarters, no one will disturb us there.” He took Elladan by the hand leading him off the bridge, “Erestor has given you the day off tomorrow and I dare say, you will need it.”
Elladan followed Legolas down the path to the guest cottages that were separate from the main house. His quarters were well furnished, a large fireplace on one wall with a large iron tub in front of it, windowed doors that opened onto a private terrace, and a large, soft bed in the center of the room. The room was lit only by a few candles and the moonlight that streamed through the window. Legolas closed the door behind them as they entered and ensured that it was latched. Elladan felt his strong hands on his shoulders as he slid the robe from his body. He gasped when he felt the suede and soft cotton of the Prince’s clothing press against him. “Aaahh, my beauty, you thought ahead I see, wearing nothing under your robes.”
He pressed his mouth to Elladan’s soft skin and the younger Elf moaned and felt himself go hard instantly. Legolas’ hands traveled down Elladan’s abdomen, lingering in the soft hair that grew around his prominent arousal. “I see you are ready for me, Peredhil, but I am not quite ready for you,” he drew his tongue up the curve of Elladan’s ear as he unbraided his hair. “But do not fear, I will be ready, very soon.” Elladan’s soft moans and whimpers were traveling from his ears, straight to his arousal; he longed to feel those soft lips upon him, to thrust into that sweet, warm mouth. He smiled wickedly, this would be the first time he deflowered a young male and he intended to do it right.
“What should I do?” Elladan panted breathlessly as Legolas nuzzled and fondled his ear with his tongue. He was gripping the Prince’s tunic in his hands pulling him closer, reveling in the feeling of the fabric against his bare skin.
Legolas uttered a low, guttural moan into Elladan’s ear, “Touch me, Elladan. Put your hands on me, feel how much I want you, lirimaer.” Elladan’s breath caught in his throat as his hand slid down the Prince’s abdomen and over the warm bulge in his leggings. “Inside, Elladan, put your hand inside.” He guided Elladan’s hand inside his leggings and to his rigid desire.
Elladan gasped and quietly purred at the silky, heated length as he closed his fingers around it. He began tentatively stroking it and squeezing it as he had done to his own in the privacy of his bedchamber. Legolas purred and moaned as he whispered in his ear, “Yes, mt, tt, that is very good, very good indeed.”
Elladan began to groan, he was on the verge of orgasm, he could feel the milky liquid begin to trickle from his engorged arousal. He whispered raggedly, “I… I am going to…” Legolas slipped from his grasp and dropped to his knees, taking the younger Elf in his mouth as he came, instantly swallowing him as Elladan groaned, grasping the Prince’s shoulders as he felt his knees buckle. Legolas caught him by the hips, steadying him and partially supporting his weight as he cleaned the rest of the opalescent fluid from Elladan’s belly and thighs with his tongue. He rose to his feet, taking the Peredhil in his arms and carrying him to the bed, laying him upon it and kneeling above him as he removed his clothes. He smiled gently at Elladan as the younger Elf stammered an apology, “I… I am sorry, I did mea mean to…”
The Prince leaned down, placing his fingers on Elladan’s lips, “Ssshh, meldiramin, do not worry. It will not be the last time tonight.” He placed soft, passionate kisses on Elladan’s face and neck working his way down his body to his chest, he concentrated on one nipple for what seemed like an eternity as the younger Elf writhed and moaned beneath him. He gave it a nip as his mouth left it, hearing Elladan cry out. He continued down his lithe young form, dipping his tongue inside his navel as the Peredhil groaned and squirmed. He brushed his lips through the soft dusting of hair growing about his arousal and smiled, seeing the evidence of his efforts in Elladan’s rising erection. He gently spread his legs and continued lower still, lapping at the soft skin that covered the root of his desire, continuing further back until he reached his tight entrance, circling it and flicking his tongue against it, before sliding it inside him. Elladan was groaning, gripping the bedcovers in his fists and arching his back. Legolas withdrew his tongue as Elladan whimpered and reached for a vial of oil that sat beside his bed. He coated his fingers with it and slid one inside, carefully rotating it and gently stretching him as he drew his tongue along the underside of Elladan’s arousal.
“By Elbereth, I think I am going to die…” Elladan gasped. He was being stretched by his fingers and there were only two now. He knew what was to come and thought he would not be able to take it. He felt the size of Legolas’ arousal was when he had his hand wrapped around it, and he thought to himself that it was never going to work.
Legolas chuckled, his breath fluttering along the length of Elladan’s erect desire, “No, meldir, you are not going to die, I promise. Try to relax, close your eyes and concentrate on how good this feels, breathe deeply, I promise you will enjoy it.”
Elladan did as he was told, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. He told himself Erestor never would have sent one to him that would hurt him, he felt he could trust the Prince, though he was not sure why. Suddenly a bolt of white-hot fire shot through him and his arousal twitched as he cried out. “Ai, Legolas! What…” words failed him as he groaned and writhed beneath the Prince, he never knew such pleasure existed.
Legolas smiled and stroked his mark as he struggled to stay with the movement of his partner. He withdrew his fingers and gently rolled Elladan to his stomach. He shifted himself so that he kneeled between his legs and he gently lifted the Peredhil’s hips. “Just relax, lirimaer, I promise I will go slow, I will not hurt you.” He took Elladan by the hips and steadied him as he slowly pushed his oiled member inside him. He hissed through his clenched jaw as he felt Elladan’s hot, velvety passage squeeze him mercilessly. He paused inside him breathing heavily trying to stave off his own orgasm. “Oh, Elladan, you feel so good, so tight, so warm.” He whispered breathlessly.
Elladan began to moan and gently rock back against him when he felt the Prince begin to thrust inside him, brushing that spot that drove him mad. He cried out and bucked back against him, feeling the Prince fill him and stretch him beyond what he thought he could bear. Soon, the pain faded to pure pleasure as the Prince set a slow, easy pace, withdrawing and slide back in again. Legolas gently held his hips, guiding himself carefully as he felt mounting pleasure roar through his veins, he groaned deeply as he spilled himself inside Elladan’s undulating body, leaning his head back and reveling in the feel of his tender young flesh in his hands. He softly stroked his hips and back whispering endearments to him as he felt himself softening. He carefully withdrew and lay beside the trembling Peredhil, stroking his hair as Elladan rolled to his side, tentatively placing his arms around the Prince. He could feel Elladan’s weeping, caged desire pressing into his hip and he smiled. He slid from the youngster’s grasp, working his way back down his body and taking him into his mouth.
He sucked and lowelowed him, lightly scraping his teeth along the underside of his length as he felt him begin to quiver inside his mouth. He swallowed as Elladan came, spilling himself in the Prince’s mouth for the second time that night. He withdrew and cleaned the young Peredhil with his tongue before pulling him back into his arms.
Elladan gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes and a sleepy smile and Legolas chuckled. “Sleep, meldir, you have earned it.”
To be continued…
*Lle naa vanima = You are beautiful
Mir nín = my treasure
Lirimaer = lovely one
Amin mela le = I love you
Meldir = friend
Meldiramin = my friend
*Quenya