Title & Chapter Number: 'Restor and the Rangers 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and i do not profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash, Duh
Betas: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor/Elladan/Elrohir
Timeline: Sometime after Celebrian left and before FOTR.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Erestor is fun, simply because he's a blank check! The twins are, well, the twins.
Notes: Erestor asked nicely. And Muse!Celeborn said it was fine with him. If fact, he shrugged his elegant shoulder and smiled wickedly.
Erestor was not an unhappy elf. He had a lovely home here in Imladris. He had good friends in Elrond and Glorfindel. He did important work as Elrond’s seneschal. His life was busy and full. He was missing something though. He just felt like… a spinster.
He didn’t quite know what to do about it though.
He wasn’t like Elrond. Everyone had always loved him. Gil-galad had been head over heels in love with his young cousin. Glorfindel had been sent back from Mandos to serve Elrond and promptly fell in love with him even while the King had still lived. Elrond’s wife had been devoted to him too. Erestor had never been jealous. He never felt more for Elrond than friendly love though he had once considered asking his Lord if he would relieve him of his unused state.
He just wondered if anyone would ever feel that way about him. It was starting to seem rather unlikely after all these years.
He went and stood in front of the mirror. He frowned at himself. He felt rather plain. His hair was black, as black as night and as straight as a stick. His eyes were brown. Who ever heard of an elf with brown eyes? Dogs had brown eyes. He was skinny too. Elrond and Glorfindel were elegantly slender, he was skinny with bony knees. He looked down at his clothing, plain black robes with blue or white undertunics and black leggings. He was just…dull. He even bored himself.
He stared a few more minutes and put his self-pity away and went to breakfast. Elrond was pleased as he could be. He had word from the twins and they were headed home for a few weeks during the coldest part of the winter. Arwen was home for a few weeks too, which was really rare during the winter. She preferred to stay in Lothlórien where her grandmother controlled even the weather.
Erestor was pleased too that everyone would be home. He had been teacher to the twins when they were young. Elrohir had been a good scholar and Elladan had been a holy terror but he was fond of them both. He had been there when they brought their mother home. Elrond had been so busy trying to heal her that he had not been able to deal with his sons’ pain. He remembered holding both of them as they had sobbed like children.
He remembered other things about them too, things that stirred a guilty excitement low in his body. Erestor knew their secret. Several years ago, on a warm spring night, Erestor had gone out onto his balcony to enjoy the night air. He had noticed that the twins were out on their balcony too. He had started to speak when, much to his surprise, they embraced. He held his tongue and watched as they kissed, a kiss much like the only kiss he had ever had.
His only experience had been at a spring celebration in Lothlórien when, after having too much to drink, Thranduil had cornered him in Lord Celeborn’s study and kissed him so thoroughly that his toes curled. They would have done more he was sure, but he had heard someone coming and ran away, embarrassed.
Elladan and Elrohir had been kissing just as passionately. That was embarrassing enough, but what happened next almost took his breath away. They began to undress each other, hands busy with fastenings and lacings as mouths drank deeply of each other. Then hands as well as mouths became busy touching skin, caressing until finally they needed even more. As he watched them make love, Erestor had slipped his hand inside the loose trousers he wore to sleep in and stroked his own erection until he came with them, their own moans and cries covering the sounds he made.
“So what are your plans today, Glorfindel?” Lord Elrond’s question to Glorfindel broke Erestor’s reverie and brought him back to the present.
Glorfindel was well named. He was indeed a glorious creature with his golden hair and his absolute beauty. People often commented that he actually glowed. Erestor and Glorfindel were dear friends, one of those odd friendships that no one quite understood. The blond knew all of his secrets, not that he had that many. But he knew of Erestor’s inexperience and had even offered to help him take care of it. Erestor thought it would be too awkward to accept his offer, so he had declined. But he thought about it more than once over the years.
“I’m taking a few huntsmen out for meat for the feast you’ll insist on throwing when the twins get home. Would you like to go with us?” Glorfindel asked.
Elrond laughed. “I would but Erestor sends me endless reams of paper to read over so I must catch up today. I probably won’t be in my office for a day or two.”
“How about you?” He turned to Erestor. Erestor was a terrible archer and hunter, but he could ride like he was part of the horse. He seldom killed anything or even attempted, for that matter, but he loved riding out with the hunters and since he was Lord Glorfindel’s best friend, they tolerated his presence.
“If Lord Elrond can spare me, I’d be delighted.”
So it was set and he went hunting. He managed to only shoot a few trees and no prey, but he rode like the wind through the wide-open fields outside Imladris’ borders. Glorfindel had even let him ride Asfaloth. One of his fondest dreams was to travel to Rohan and see the lovely horses they bred there, horses rumored to be Meara, brought from Valinor itself. Perhaps someday he would go.
Back in Imladris, he helped make sure that plans were made for a banquet when all the children of Elrond were home. The game that the hunting party killed was made ready for roasting. The cellars were raided for wines and stored fruits and vegetables. The ovens were busy with breads and pies. All Imladris was busy.
Erestor did not have time to ponder the odd excitement he felt at the return of the twins. The incident of several years ago had not been repeated and he didn’t even allow himself to think that it might have something to do with his anticipation.
~*~*~*~
Elladan and Elrohir were only a few days from home. They were tired. They both needed a rest. They sat by the fire drinking a last cup of tea before resting.
“I’m looking forward to sleeping in a soft bed. I am tired of the ground.” Elladan said as he drained his cup. “And it is always good to see Father.”
“Among others.” Elrohir mumbled so quietly that Elladan almost didn’t catch it.
“What others, my brother?”
Elrohir blushed. This, of course, caused Elladan to want to know even more.
“Just others.”
Elladan couldn’t let that go and they went back and forth for about twenty minutes until finally Elrohir gave in.
”All right! ’Restor. It’s ’Restor!” The twins had called Erestor the shortened version of his name all their lives. They had begun doing it when they were small and couldn’t say his name and continued to this very day.
“Erestor?” Elladan shut his mouth abruptly and said nothing further, which made Elrohir take notice.
“You are not going to tease me?” Elrohir, the younger twin, finally asked.
p “Ummm, no.” No further comment.
Slowly it began to dawn on him that his elder twin felt the same way he did about their old tutor. The twins had traveled extensively in Arda since their mother had left. They had devoted their lives to killing those who hurt Celebrian, the Orcs. To that end, they had ridden with the Rangers and visited many different cities and towns in Middle Earth. Neither twin had ever met any elf or man who looked more exotic than their brown-eyed teacher. No one anywhere matched his kindness or knowledge either. Neither twin could say exactly when thoughts of loving him had invaded their consciousness, but the thoughts were firmly planted and not likely to go away.
“Do you think he would think we are… wrong in how we live? Do you think he will judge us harshly?” Elladan asked his brother.
“I do not believe that Erestor ever judges anyone harshly.”
“Shall we approach him? Or would you rather I stay out of it?” Elladan realized that perhaps his brother did not wish to share this with him, especially not one whom he truly loved.
Elrohir moved to sit beside him and put an arm around his shoulder. “You know that I want to share if you love him too. I do not mean to offer him just a bit of fun. I mean to offer him my love as well as my body.”
Elladan kissed his brother’s cheek. “I know, my love. I mean to offer him the same.”
“Do you think he will reject us?” Elrohir had never had the confidence his older brother had, and often worried about rejection.
Elladan kissed him, a long lingering kiss, and said, “I do not think anyone sane would ever reject you, my love.”
“Show me what you will do if he accepts us.” Elrohir purred.
Elladan moaned and kissed him again, pushing him back onto his bedroll. “First, I’ll take his black robe off, then his tunic.” He unfastened and removed his brother’s cloak and tunic and ran his hands over the smooth skin from collarbone to navel. “Do you think he’ll like when I do this?” He licked one small nipple then the other one while Elrohir squirmed beneath him. “I will take that as a yes.”
Elrohir’s leggings came next as Elladan slipped them down and off. “I want to taste him like this.” He licked his brother’s erection from its thick base to the silky head, not neglecting any part, then taking him deep into his throat. He sucked and licked until Elrohir was completely incoherent. Then Elladan found the oil in his pack and removed his own clothing. He oiled his brother then squatted over him and impaled himself on Elrohir’s shaft. Once his brother was all the way inside, he brought his knees down to the ground so he was sitting on Elrohir, who reached a hand up to make sure his brother was taken care of too.
The brothers rode into Imladris two days later and were surrounded by happy family and friends. No one noticed that both of them were looking for someone. They exchanged a smile when Erestor came out to greet them.
~*~*~*~
Erestor was busy in Elrond’s study when he heard that the twins were home. He had to put away his quills and parchments before he could go out to greet them. He put the reason for the pounding in his chest down to his hurrying to put his things away.
They looked good, dressed in the somber colors they preferred and riding black horses that also looked like twins right down the white blaze down the center of their faces. He was late out the door but was one of the first ones they spoke to when they dismounted.
Dinner was noisy and happy as everyone talked at once. Wine flowed and laughter rang through the banquet hall. Everyone ate and drank quite a lot, everyone except Erestor. The dark-eyed elf ate very little. He was thrilled to have the brothers home again, but every time they looked at him, his stomach felt funny.
After dinner, everyone went to the huge gazebo in the garden and the brothers told humorous stories of their travels and sang a few new songs they had learned. It was apparent that they spent too much time in human drinking establishments from the nature of their songs. Glorfindel, never to be outdone, sang a few bawdy songs himself. Erestor found himself sitting quietly, watching everyone else have fun. No one said anything because this was a common activity for Erestor.
He left the revelry early to go to his rooms. That odd emptiness seemed even worse tonight than it had in some time. He thought perhaps he just needed to go to sleep and forget this day.
As soon as he opened his door, he knew there was someone there. He was not gifted with the extraordinary eyesight that many elves possessed so he couldn’t see who was there. He stepped over to the mantle to light a candle and was surprised when he looked in the mirror and saw a twin on either side of him. He had left them in the garden.
“I… how did you two get in here so fast?” His heart was pounding again. Perhaps he should ask Lord Elrond for a medicine to calm him.
“We are swift of foot and sneaky, ’Restor.” Elladan said and moved a bit too close on his left side.
“I am glad you are home, but I am very tired and would sleep now.”
“We wish to talk to you. We have been gone a long time and have missed you.” Elrohir touched his hair, running the black locks through his fingers. Erestor shivered at the gentle touch.
“Perhaps tomorrow would be better.” He stomach was still feeling funny, like it did when Thranduil kissed him.
“We like the night better. Moonlight is nice.” Elladan kissed his cheek. His skin burned where the young elf’s lips touched him. He noticed that he was feeling hot a little lower than his belly too. What were they thinking?
“M-Maybe you better go. I-” Elrohir stopped his words with a kiss, slipping his tongue into a very surprised Erestor’s mouth. Elladan moved closer and Erestor almost stopped breathing when a second tongue touched his mouth. He knew it was him that whimpered when a hand rubbed his belly then another hand joined it. He didn’t know what they were doing for a moment, then he felt hands on his… they had unlaced his leggings and were stroking him! No one else had ever touched his… if they didn’t stop, he was going to-
“Ooooooooooohhhhh!” His face turned red as he spilled his seed all over their hands. He thought he would die of embarrassment. Then he thought he might simply just die instead when Elladan sunk to his knees and cleaned him with his tongue while Elrohir continued to kiss him. He hadn’t known that it could harden again quite so quickly.
The twins led him from the mantle to the bed. The undressed him and lay him on the bed. He watched as they undressed each other. He really was just a little confused at what was happening. Elladan lay down on his left side and Elrohir on his right and they both kissed him again. He wanted to ask them what they were doing but he couldn’t seem to think well enough to say anything.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Erestor?” Elladan asked him. He was actually quite shocked. He was beautiful? “Your eyes are amazing. I’ve never seen an elf with eyes the color of yours. And your hair is as black as a crow’s wings and as soft as the gossamer silk that is made in Lothlórien.”
Erestor is amazed by the words from Elladan’s mouth. He never thought of himself as anything but different and a bit homely.
“Your mouth is perfect for kissing and your body for loving,” Elrohir breathed the words into his ear.
“Why do you say these things?” he whispered, wondering if this was an ugly joke.
Elladan kissed him hard, his tongue demanding entrance into Erestor’s mouth, while Elrohir pressed himself against his right hip. The older twin paused in his kiss and they both said, “We love you.”
And their hands and mouths were everywhere, just like they had been with each other when he had seen them make love to each other. He moaned as teeth nipped his ear and another mouth was biting the tender skin of his inner thighs. Hands were busy too, touching and caressing him all over, finding spots that made him writhe and spots that made him hiss in pleasure and some that even made him hiss in pain.
When he tried to do anything, they both soothed him and stilled his hands with honeyed endearments and kisses. He finally gave in and let them do as they wanted with him. It felt good to give up control for once to someone else. He was lost in a world of sensation as he closed his eyes. He didn’t open them when his legs were spread and lifted, nor when he felt a tongue touch his opening. He groaned and cried out when the tongue penetrated him. He didn’t even try to see which one it was. It didn’t matter to him.
Elrohir whispered, “Up on your knees now, Elladan needs you inside him.”
Elrond’s chief counselor felt a moment of absolute panic. He, of course, knew the mechanics of the act, but he didn’t want to disappoint either twin with his ineptitude.
Almost as if he read Erestor’s mind, Elladan smiled and whispered into his ear, “There is nothing that you can do that will disappoint either of us.”
Elrohir was rummaging around in his tunic pocket for a small bottle of oil. He poured the oil onto his palm, and as Erestor finally got up on his knees, he began to smooth the exotic smelling liquid up and down the length of Erestor’s penis. He then slipped an oily finger inside his brother, who was on his hands and knees in front of Erestor. Elrohir guided him to Elladan and helped him as he pressed slowly inside the other twin.
“Breathe, ’Restor,” Elrohir kissed his ear as he spoke.
That he needed to breathe never occurred to him as he pressed inside the tight, smooth canal. He had never felt so close to the edge before. He had never let anyone see him like this; indeed, he’d never felt this way before at all. His hand had never been so warm, so tight, so erotic when he touched himself in his lonely room. Elladan pushed back and took the rest of his length inside. Erestor made a sound very close to a whimper.
He wondered why he had waited so many years to do this, and to do it with these two elves. He never even thought that it might be odd that he had two lovers and that they were brothers. He just knew that he did indeed love them both and he wanted to please them. He put a hand on Elladan’s hips guiding him back as he thrust into him. He felt an irresistible urge to push deeper, to claim his lover.
Almost as if Elrohir were reading his mind this time, he said, “Take him, Erestor, he wants it. My brother loves to be claimed. It is what he needs to feel loved.”
The words freed him and he began to move faster, to delve deeper, to finally claim his lover while Elrohir began to stroke and caress his brother’s erection. He coaxed Elladan’s orgasm from him and kissed Erestor as he found his own pleasure. The older elf’s cries were muffled by the kiss as bliss such as he had never known took him away. He felt more than physical pleasure; he felt an outpouring of gratefulness and love for both elves.
“What can we do for you now?” Erestor asked Elrohir. He was still panting and trying to catch his breath. His dark eyes shone with love.
“Will you allow me…I want to be inside of you, I have dreamed of it for quite some time.” Elrohir stroked himself as Erestor lay down on his back. The older elf watched as the younger of the twins moved between his legs and lifted them. Elladan helped with the oil, pouring it both on Elrohir and Erestor. The bed was shaking and Erestor blushed when it dawned on him that he was the one who was shaking it.
“He is a gentle lover,” Elladan murmured as he lay down beside Erestor, kissing and caressing his face. “He will please you well. And he loves you, just as I do.”
While Erestor was distracted with words, Elrohir slipped his finger inside and began to move it in and out, corkscrewing it a bit as he did so. There was no pain, the idea of pain didn’t even cross his mind until Elrohir’s cock penetrated him. He almost screamed at the first hard thrust. It felt like he was being ripped in two.
“Relax, breathe deeply.” Elladan was kissing and soothing him as he gasped. “Give it a moment.” He looked at Elrohir, saw need written on his face, in the way he bit his lip as he tried not to move. He felt love swell in his heart for both the Peredhil. He forced himself to relax and felt the worst of the pain recede. “Let Elrohir show you how good it can feel.”
He nodded and Elrohir began to move, shifting so his cock hit that spot inside Erestor that made him see stars. He hadn’t known such a feeling existed. Then Elrohir hit it again and then again. Erestor was almost crying with pleasure. Elrohir leaned down until he could kiss Erestor and was joined again in the kiss by Elladan, who was stroking his own cock while he watched them. Erestor came first into his own hand, followed by Elrohir driving deeply inside him and Elladan spilling his seed all over all of them.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel went to find Erestor. Elrond needed some documents and it seemed that Erestor was the only one who knew where they were. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his best friend in the bed with Elrond’s sons wrapped around him. They all were asleep. He smiled and backed out of the room. He had wondered for years when the three of them would ever figure out they were meant for each other. He shook his head and went back to tell Elrond he didn’t find Erestor.
~end~
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