Title & Chapter Number: Lost 7/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Elven Tales
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I am not making money off this story; it was written for the pure pleasure of it (mainly mine!)
Warnings: Violence, sexual situations, mild profanity
Betas: Larien Elengasse
Cast: Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Gandalf, Haldir, Orophin, Rumil, OFC
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Erin Smith goes camping in the wilderness of the Olympic National park, and wakes up on the plains of Rohan, meeting Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas as they track the Uruk-Hai. Is she there for a reason, or did the Valar play a cruel prank?
Notes: I decided to see if I could write a "modern woman lands in middle earth" story without making it a total Mary Sue. Yeah, okay, so there's romance (or at least some gratuitous sex) but I tried, I really did. Hopefully I managed to succeed in some parts.
One more important thing: if it sounds just like Tolkien, it most likely is. I used the books frequently to work some of the scenes, and I also borrowed from the movies. However, I took liberties here and there with several of the chain of events and dialog, just to keep things running smoothly. This most definitely isn't canon.
Erin watched the flames flicker over the dry wood, admiring the sharp contrast of the deep reds and oranges against the dark night around them, and shivered slightly, scooting closer to its warmth. Rúmil had built the fire to help ward off the chill of the night, but a light breeze had kicked up, blowing chill caresses across the back of her neck.
"Are you cold?" Rúmil asked, sliding closer and wrapping his arm across her shoulders to share his warmth.
She dropped her head and contemplated her half-full cup of wine, wondering how much of it she had consumed between the jokes and stories the brothers had shared with her. Orophin kept refilling her cup, and she had quickly lost track. Feeling as if her brain was packed in cotton batting, she nodded, leaning into his welcome warmth with more feeling than she would have normally shown.
**I should never have let Orophin talk me into this, she thought fuzzily, feeling Rúmil's hand sliding up and down her arm in slow, lingering strokes. The rational side of her brain struggled to the surface. **I think I'm in trouble.**
Rúmil glanced over her dark head to meet his brother's gaze and he lifted his eyebrow in a silent question.
The corner of Orophin's mouth twitched briefly in a smile and he nodded, leaning over to whisper in Erin's ear.
"We can keep you warm, if you wish."
Orophin's warm breath tickled her ear caressingly, and it sent delightful jolts of pleasure through her body. She licked her lips, trying to think past her body's reaction for the numerous reasons why that would be a very bad idea.
When Rúmil touched her cheek, turning her face towards his, she found she couldn't think of a single one.
He studied her face intently, seeing the reflection of the fire in her soft brown eyes and heard her sudden intake of breath as his thumb gently caressed her lips. Slowly he bent his head and tasted her, feeling her body tremble against his as he explored the softness of her mouth.
Orophin watched his brother kiss the young woman with a mixture of curiosity and desire. He could not remember how long it had been since he had shared another with his brother, and he found himself hoping that Erin would be willing to partner them both before the night was done.
Erin felt Rúmil draw back, and suddenly she could breathe again, although her heart was pounding so loudly she wondered if the two Elves could hear it. She closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath, and opened them once more. Two pairs of gray-blue eyes were regarding her expectantly, wondering what she would do next.
"I have to ask something," Erin said finally, struggling to make her mouth and brain function together, which was no mean feat in itself. "Before this goes any further."
Orophin's eyebrow rose, and Rúmil nodded for her to continue.
"This isn't going to change anything between us, is it?" she asked, looking from one to the other. "I mean, I like your guys' company very much, and getting to know you and all, but I don't want to ruin it." She gestured vaguely, motioning to include the three of them. "I don't want to feel weird in the morning." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to explain what she meant.
Rúmil cocked his head slightly and gave her a quick smile. "We have enjoyed your company these past two days, and we would like to share pleasure with you, if you are willing," he said simply. "There does not have to be anything more to it than that."
Orophin reached out and tugged a lock of her hair lightly, playfully. "You are much too serious about the situation, gwilwileth, " he teased softly. "I meant what I told you before: you have nothing to be afraid of."
Erin struggled with her conscience. She had never been one to give into her desires casually, although, she had to admit if she was going to be honest with herself, apparently that had changed when she kissed Eomer. **Different world, different rules,** the not so well-behaved part of her brain told her. **Go on, you know you want to!**
Finally, she nodded, taking a healthy sip of her wine to fortify her before she could change her mind.
Orophin reached out and gently took the cup from her hands, placing it carefully away from them, before pulling her to him, turning her so her back rested against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her snugly, just under the warmth of her breasts, and placed a kiss behind her ear.
Rúmil crawled towards them, his legs on other side of theirs, until he was nearly sitting on Erin's lap. He leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the spice and flavor of the wine on her lips.
Erin sagged back against Orophin's strong embrace as Rúmil kissed her, his lips softly teasing hers as his hands crept up to cradle her face. She felt Orophin's mouth just beneath her ear and shuddered when he lightly nipped the sensitive skin. Rúmil's lips were gentle but firm, and she felt his tongue flick out, teasing her mouth open under his, and she gave herself to the sensation willingly.
Orophin felt her tremble against his chest and smiled, sliding his hands upward to cup the swell of her breasts gently, bending his head to explore the soft curve of her neck. His tongue flickered out to taste the salt of her skin, and found the flavor not at all unpleasant.
A soft moan escaped her when she felt Orophin's large hands on her breasts, her nipples hardening almost painfully against his touch, and his mouth hot against her skin. Rúmil's tongue tangled with hers as he deepened his kiss, making her breathless and wanting more.
Rúmil pulled back, releasing her mouth, his gray-blue eyes glittering in the semi-darkness and watched her lean back against his brother, her eyes half-closed as she gave herself over to the pleasure of Orophin's caresses. He leaned forward once more and claimed her lips, his hands sliding slowly up her legs, squeezing them gently.
Erin was lost. **I've died and gone to heaven,** she thought when Orophin's thumbs brushed against her nipples, making her gasp in pleasure. **Or this is the best damn dream I've ever had.** Either way, she didn't want it to end. She sighed against Rúmil's mouth, feeling his strong hands traveling up her legs slowly, inching their way across her jeans, while his lips did wicked things to hers. Orophin's tongue had found her ear and was exploring the curved edge, his warm breath sending shivers of delight down her spine.
Her hands needed something to do, and there was something she'd been wanting to do since the first time she'd laid eyes on an Elf. Her fingers brushed the silky length of Rúmil's hair behind his ear, and she carefully, she explored the shape of his ear, her fingers tracing the tip of its delicate point. She felt Rúmil shudder in response, and his hands became decidedly bolder; sliding up her legs until they rested at her waist, working their way under the material of her sweater.
Rúmil felt her fingers touch his sensitive ear and his body responded to it, with a jolt of heat that seemed to go straight to his groin. His fingers curled themselves in the material of her sweater, pulling it upwards to reveal the pale flesh of her belly. His fingers danced over the warm, bare skin he found there, and he felt it quiver beneath his touch.
A piece of wood in the fire popped loudly, startling the three of them, and the tension that had been building for the moment was broken.
Placing a quick kiss against her mouth, Rúmil stood up, tugging at his leggings to adjust their suddenly uncomfortable fit.
"I will be right back," he assured them, before sprinting off into the darkness.
Erin watched him go, feeling the cool night air against her legs where his warmth had been before and felt the contrasting heat of Orophin against her back. His hands still cupped her breasts, and he was kneading them gently, his thumbs occasionally brushing against her nipples. She arched her back, tilting her head back against his shoulder wantonly. She felt him shift his legs before his arms turned her, bringing her body around so that she was facing him. He bent his head and she closed her eyes as she felt his lips descend on hers, one hand returning to her breast and caressing it over the fabric of her sweater.
She was small and light in his arms, and Orophin found himself savoring the unique taste of her lips, so different than his own kind. She tasted of the wine she had earlier, but also of something else, something warm and mellow . Her breast was a sweet weight in his hand, and he enjoyed her vocalizations, and how responsive she was to his caress. He felt her hands explore his face, and heard her low moan against his mouth. **Sweet Elbereth**, he thought as he felt her fingers brush against the tip of his ear, stroking it lightly, and he felt an answering throb of pleasure in his groin.
Orophin's hands slid down her sweater and found the edge, breaking away from the kiss long enough to tug it upwards. Erin raised her arms obligingly and felt the cool night air kiss her skin as he pulled the material over her head and tossed it somewhere behind him. She felt him start and looked at him curiously.
He eyed the white straps, sliding a finger under the material on her shoulder, raising his eyebrow questioningly. It was obviously some type of undergarment, but as he searched for the ties that held it, he realized he had no idea how to unfasten it.
Erin stifled a giggle at his puzzled expression, and reached behind her. With a move that spoke of years of practice, she undid the three hooks that held her bra in place, and felt the elastic loosen immediately. She started to slide it off her shoulders, but Orophin's hands stopped hers and pulled them gently away.
He could see now how the thing had been fastened, and stopped her from removing the undergarment entirely. It was a simple thing, but he wanted to be the one to reveal her bare skin to his gaze. His hands slid the straps leisurely, teasingly down her shoulders, exposing her flesh to his hungry gaze slowly, and he felt her breath catch when he finally slipped the garment free.
Erin felt her skin flush under the intensity of his gaze, her nipples hardening as if he had touched them, leaving them aching for more. As if hearing her unspoken desire, Orophin bent his head and took one of them in his mouth, his hand sliding up the bare skin of her back to hold her firmly as his tongue explored the sensitive point. His other hand covered her breast completely, and he rolled the flesh between his fingers, mimicking the movements his mouth was making on her other breast.
She was lost. Arching against the arm that held her firmly, she threw her head back and moaned softly, feeling pleasure and need sweep through her fiercely. Never before had she felt this way - wanton, needy, her body on fire from his touch. Not even her fiancé had made her feel so helpless to her body's desire, but she found she didn't care. All that mattered for the moment was the heat of Orophin's mouth against her breast and the answering heat between her legs.
Rúmil returned, carrying their bedrolls, and nearly dropped them as he saw his brother's hand slide down Erin's white belly, his fingers teasing just inside the waistband of her pants, and heard her moan breathlessly. He should have known better than to leave them alone together - they had started without him! Determined to even things up a bit, he quickly unrolled their bedrolls so they were next to each other, and stood up, reaching for the lacings of his tunic. Pulling the tunic over his head and tossing it aside, he strode quickly towards them.
Orophin heard his brother approach and smiled against Erin's skin, his hand leaving the undone button of her pants and sliding back up the smooth flesh of her belly to cup her breast.
"I leave you for a moment," Rúmil muttered when he reached them. "Could you not have waited for me?"
Orophin lifted his head and saw Erin's eyes open when she heard his brother's voice. "No," he said, smiling down at her flushed face. "I could not."
The rational side of Erin's brain decided to rudely intrude on the moment. **Are you really sure you want to do this? With *both* of them?** The question was answered when Rúmil's hands slid up the bare skin of her back and he licked the curve of her neck.
"I think we would be more comfortable over there," Rúmil whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded, and felt Orophin pull away as Rúmil lifted her easily, one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees, cradling her against his bare chest. She blinked in surprise when she felt his skin beneath her cheek and smiled, bringing a hand up to explore the warmth of his chest while he carried her.
He laid her gently on the sleeping rolls and stretched his length out beside her, Orophin mirroring him on her other side. She smiled uncertainly up at both of them, suddenly unsure, and they answered her with reassuring smiles of their own.
Rúmil bent his head, pressing his lips against hers, delighting in the feel of her bare skin against his, the sweet press of her breast against the hardness of his chest. Determined to make up for lost time, his hands explored what his brother had revealed, sliding over the soft warmth of her breast, teasing the nipple that hardened deliciously under his palm. He broke away from the kiss to taste the flesh his fingers had discovered, rolling the hardness with his tongue and lips until her heard her gasp, and felt her body arch instinctively towards him. He licked a wet line between the valley of her breasts, exploring the soft skin down her flat belly, and flicking his tongue into the small indentation he found there. She squirmed delightfully when he did that, so he did it again. He heard his brother chuckle softly, and felt him lean over to kiss her, to quiet her with his mouth, as Rúmil's head dipped lower, biting and sucking the soft and sensitive skin of her belly.
Erin moaned shamelessly into Orophin's mouth, reaching up to bury her hands in his so-incredibly soft hair, writhing helplessly as Rúmil's tongue slipped under the waistband of her jeans, teasing the skin there. She felt Orophin's hands on her breasts once more and arched into his touch, even as Rúmil found the zipper of her jeans and tugged at it experimentally. The cloth parted easily, and she felt the cool wind touch her skin as he slid her jeans over her hips and down her legs, licking and softly biting the skin he exposed along the way.
Rúmil paused in his exploration to slide Erin's shoes from her feet, making it easier for him to remove her pants the rest of the way. Tossing both shoes and pants aside, he slid slowly up her bare legs, exploring the soft and tender skin behind her knees, his hands stroking her trembling thighs.
Orophin left her mouth to seek her breast, and one hand descending to explore the flatness of her belly, moving in slow and careful movements down her skin, until he reached the edge of her hip, where his fingers encountered his brother's. He lifted his head from Erin's breast and saw that Rúmil's hands rested at the edge of her undergarment.
Erin felt Orophin move away and opened her eyes. Two sets of gray-blue eyes looked at her with heat, and she shivered as she felt them both reach for the waistband of her panties, sliding them down and over her hips, baring her to their intense gaze.
Rúmil looked in wonder and keen interest at the bare flesh before him, his eyes settling on the dark triangle of curly hair at the apex of her thighs. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal as he touched the curls softly, intrigued at how different she was from his own kind. He glanced at Orophin and saw the same wonderment and curiosity on his brother's face.
Erin had closed her eyes in embarrassment when she realized both Elves were staring at her, and she shivered when she felt fingers lightly brush the hair between her legs. Gentle but insistent hands pressed her thighs apart, and she moaned helplessly when she felt two sets of hands explore her heat, their touches setting her aflame.
Orophin's mouth covered hers, swallowing her moans as he yielded exploration of the sensitive folds to Rúmil's clever hands, content for the moment to return his own hands to the full curves of Erin's breasts.
She was utterly lost, undone, and happy to be that way when Rúmil's fingers found the sensitive knot of flesh above her opening and she cried out against Orophin's mouth, feeling the first delicious and welcome waves of pleasure crash through her, leaving her completely breathless and shocked; she had never experienced a climax so quickly! But he was not done with her, and she felt his long fingers enter her warmth, sliding into the wet heat of her body with a sure touch that had her moaning with need once more.
Orophin lifted his head, watching with hunger as she lost herself to his brother's touch. His arousal strained painfully against his leggings, and he reached for the lacings, untying them with one hand as he bent to take Erin's mouth with his once more. He felt her hands reach for him, sliding down his tunic and pulling at the ties that held it closed. The material finally parted under her hands, and he groaned when he felt her fingers explore the skin she had uncovered.
Rúmil reluctantly left the warmth of her body, watching his brother struggle with the ties of his leggings one-handed as Erin tried to remove his tunic at the same time, all without breaking their kiss. He grinned, and moved forward, reaching out to pull Orophin's tunic the rest of the way off his body, and heard his brother groan when her fingers caressed his bare skin.
Erin whimpered when she felt Rúmil's fingers leave her body, but was quickly distracted by Orophin's groan of pleasure when she ran her hands over his chest, exploring the smooth and heated flesh beneath her palms. She felt Rúmil's return and opened her eyes in surprise, feeling his bare legs sliding sinuously against hers as he positioned himself between her thighs.
Orophin pulled away, his breath quickening as he saw his brother nudge her thighs apart with his knees, and heard her catch her breath. He moved backward to give Rúmil more room, and watched with hunger as his brother entered her body, and heard her cry of pleasure as he filled her.
Rúmil's eyes closed as he felt her warm tightness envelop his length, and he heard her cry out beneath him. He steadied himself against her, looking down at her as he filled her, watching her face as he began to move within her tight heat. The feeling was exquisite, a delicious feast for the senses, and he groaned softly, establishing a slow and careful rhythm between them, feeling the pleasure build within him.
He filled her completely, stretching her with his flesh, and Erin gasped, groaning in pure abandonment as he began to move within her. She felt him grasp her hips, lifting her slightly, and changing the angle of his penetration. It allowed him deeper within her and she cried out again, the sensation of it bringing her over the edge once more.
Rúmil felt her body tighten beneath his, heard her cry as she reached her climax and was undone. He flexed his hips sharply, driving himself deeper into her warmth, and added his cries of passion to her own as he flooded her body with his essence, shuddering with the intensity of his release.
She felt him collapse on top of her and welcomed his weight, still trembling with the aftershocks of her release. She could feel his heart pounding against her, and she smiled against his hair, pleased that she had given him pleasure in return. She'd been afraid that he would find her lacking in some way, and was relieved that he apparently hadn't.
Rúmil raised up slightly and kissed her lightly on the mouth, before sliding out of her body. He chuckled when he heard the disappointed noise she made as he left her warmth, and kissed her again.
Erin felt Orophin's body slide next to hers and turned to look at him, her breath catching when she saw the hunger in his eyes. She glanced shyly down and her eyes widened when she saw his arousal and she heard him laugh softly, his fingers touching her chin and guiding her face to his.
Rúmil moved back with a smile, watching his brother stake his claim on Erin's very kissable mouth. She had been a very pleasant surprise for him, and he hoped that he had given her as much pleasure as she had given him. He sat back on his heels, eager to see how she responded to Orophin's touch.
Now that her brain was functioning a little bit better, Erin took advantage of the situation, and used her hands to explore the beautiful Elf lying next to her. He had pulled back from his kiss and was watching her, his eyes half-closed, as she curiously explored his body. Swallowing almost nervously, she ran her hands lightly down his muscled chest, pausing at his nipples to tease them with her fingers, rolling them gently between her thumb and forefinger, until she heard his soft groan. With a small but more confident smile, she leaned down and licked the nearest one, hearing him catch his breath when her mouth fastened on the small nub of erect flesh.
Rúmil watched almost enviously as Erin explored his brother's body, regretting that he had been in too much of a hurry to have given her much of a chance to do the same with him. He watched as she licked her way down the flat and muscled plane of his stomach, and grinned, hearing Orophin's breathing take on a much harsher rhythm. His grin faded, however, when Erin's pink tongue flickered out and licked Orophin's arousal, and he felt his own arousal stirring at the sight.
**Sweet Elbereth,** Orophin thought when her mouth enclosed him, taking him into her wet heat with a slow and delicious suction. He groaned, unable to help himself, as he felt her lips sliding up and down his length, her lips and tongue wreaking havoc on his senses.
Erin smiled mentally when she heard Orophin's groan, taking him into her mouth as deeply as she could, inwardly amazed that she was enjoying what she was doing so much. It was not usually one of her favorite things to do, but once she had laid eyes on his arousal, she knew she had to taste him. His flavor was vastly different then the few men she had been with, sweet and spicy, like vanilla and cinnamon, and it was addicting in its own way.
"Ai, melethron," Orophin gasped as she took his length deep within her mouth once more. "You would undo me that way."
Erin ran the tip of her tongue up the length of him and smiled, feeling slightly smug. "That would be a bad thing?" she whispered, giving him another lingering lick, hearing him groan sweetly in response.
"Yes," he managed, reaching for her. "For I want to fill your body with mine." His strong arms pulled her unresisting up the length of his body and his mouth claimed hers fiercely, his tongue plundering the warmth of her mouth greedily. "I want to bury myself in you, until you scream," he growled, his hands sliding down to cup her bottom firmly, kneading it in his large hands as he pulled her forward to straddle his thighs.
His words enflamed her, as did the feel of his arousal sliding between her slick folds, and Erin gasped, shuddering as he continued to rock her hips against his, teasing her aching sex with his own. His hands prevented her from driving his length into her body, and she whimpered softly at the delicious torture.
"Please," the word escaped her and she closed her eyes, finding the sensation almost unbearable.
Orophin felt her shudder and heard her whimper with her need, heard her soft plea, but he was not done. His lips hovered teasingly over hers. "What is it you need?" he whispered, his tongue flicking out against her open mouth softly as he continued to slide his length between the warm wetness of her folds. "Tell me, melethron, and I will gladly give it to you."
She'd never had a lover who liked to talk during sex, and Erin found it overwhelmingly erotic as he continued to torment her sensitive flesh with his own. She shuddered again, throwing her head back with a low moan.
"Please," she said again, trying to lift her body and impale herself on his length, only to find her efforts thwarted by his strong hands on her hips.
"Yes?" he purred, struggling to maintain his control as he continued to torment them both. "Tell me," he demanded softly. "Tell me what you need, and I will give it to you."
Erin groaned softly at his demand. "I - I need you," she tried, only to hear him chuckle softly beneath her.
"Need me to what?" he whispered, bending his head so he could capture a nipple with his teeth, hearing her gasp above him.
"Fill me," her plea was a breathless sob.
"Gladly," he replied, and slid his length into her body in one swift movement.
Erin cried out, long and wordless as she felt him take her, filling the empty ache within her with his throbbing heat. Her eyes pricked with tears as she felt her climax consume her, her body convulsing with the intensity of it. She fell forward, collapsing on his chest, and felt him stroke her back gently, his voice a soft musical murmur as he soothed her trembling body. It was only after her breathing had slowed to something closer to normal and her heart had stopped pounding wildly that she became aware that he was still inside her, his hard length still buried deep within her body.
With a move that always seemed impossible whenever she read it in romance novels, Orophin rolled her underneath him, managing to keep their bodies joined throughout the entire maneuver. His gray-blue eyes glittered down at her and she shivered at the heat of his gaze. Hooking an arm behind one of her knees, he lifted it upwards to his chest, and flexed his hips sharply, driving his length into her with a force that made her cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure.
Orophin threw his head back, thrusting into the welcoming heat that enveloped him, finally giving into his body's need as he worked towards his own completion. He heard her moans as he filled her, and echoed them with his own as he sought his release, his body almost slamming into hers with the force of his thrusts.
Her eyes flew open as his thrusts become more forceful and she gasped at the intensity of it, shocked as she felt her body climbing towards the peak of pleasure once more. His eyes were almost shut as he moved against her, filling her again and again. She was almost there-
Orophin's fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her opening and his thumb brushed against it, groaning deeply when he felt her convulse around his length.
"Say my name," he panted, opening his eyes a little more so he could watch her in her release. "Erin, say my name."
She was completely done for, his words and fingers driving her over the final edge.
"Orophin!" she wailed, her body arching helplessly as her release took her, shaking her to her very core. She felt his warmth flood her and heard his hoarse cry as he reached his own release, driving himself so deeply within her she cried out again.
His body shook with the aftermath of his release, and he lay contentedly against her, hearing her heart pound beneath his ear, the long shuddering sighs she gave as her own body came down from its heights were sweet to hear. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her warmth, sliding out of her body, before pulling her against his chest. He felt Rúmil move near them, lying down on the other side of her, his body curving against hers spoon-fashion as he flung an arm around Erin's waist.
Rúmil placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck, his lips tickling the sensitive skin there, pressing his hips against the soft curve of her bottom. Watching Orophin and Erin had brought his own arousal back to a state of aching hardness, and he found himself wanting to take her again.
Erin felt his length pressing against her backside and blinked in surprise that he was hard again so quickly. She felt his hand slide up from her stomach to reach for her breast, and was unable to suppress the quiver that went through her when his fingers delicately traced the outline of her nipple. His lips were warm against her neck.
"Rúmil," she tried to say, but his name came out sounding more like a moan.
His fingers continued to tease the nipple that had hardened so delightfully against his hand, and he dipped his head lower, his tongue flicking out in soft, quick touches against the top of her spine. She squirmed against him, her bottom brushing teasingly against his arousal, and he growled low in his throat, his teeth nipping at the tender flesh of her shoulder.
Erin tried to roll over so she could get away from his wicked tongue, which was doing naughty things to her spine, but his arm held her firmly in place, and she shuddered when she felt him lick a long wet line down the center of her back.
Orophin watched his brother through half-closed eyes, his mouth curved in a pleased smile as he saw Rúmil work his skills on the woman they held in their arms, wondering what exactly his brother had in mind. The last time they had shared a female together, they had truly shared her, and he wondered if his brother wanted to experience it again. The idea was not at all disinteresting, and he felt his own arousal stir against his leg at the thought.
**Nobody warned me that Elves were so lusty,** Erin thought, groaning as his fingers pinched her nipple a little more forcefully. **Not that it had ever occurred to me either.** It was the last truly coherent thought she could manage for quite a while. Rúmil's tongue was licking its way slowly down her spine, and had reached the top of her buttocks. She felt his tongue slide slowly and teasingly between the edges of her cheeks and squirmed helplessly against the sensation, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Rúmil contemplated the round bottom that squirmed so delightfully for him, a wicked smile curving his mouth as he glanced up at his brother. Orophin nodded with a matching smile and reached out, gripping Erin by her shoulders. He rolled his body, pulling her quickly towards him until she was half-way across his chest, and heard her squeak of surprise.
She lay crossways over Orophin, his arm sliding over her back to hold her still as Rúmil returned to his previous exploration, and Erin whimpered softly when she felt his fingers trace the line that separated her buttocks. The position left her vulnerable to him, and she found herself feeling more than a bit uncertain.
Orophin felt the tension in her body and glanced up at his brother with a slight frown. Perhaps this sort of play was not something she was ready for.
Rúmil saw his look and felt the apprehensive trembling of her skin beneath his fingers. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her ear.
"We would not hurt you, Erin," he whispered softly, his hand stroking slowly and reassuringly down her back. "We will not do anything that you do not also desire."
His warm breath caressed her ear, and she felt Orophin stroking the side of her face gently.
"We only wish to share you, for both of us to give you pleasure equally," Rúmil continued, his tongue tracing the curved edge of her ear. "Will you trust us?"
Desire flooded through her with the combination of their gentle caresses and softly persuasive words. **If they mean what I think they mean, I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow,** she thought almost ruefully, trying to push her uncertainty aside. Though this was new territory for her, both Elves had done nothing this night that could make her afraid of them. They had been more generous to her than any other lover in her past, and she felt she truly could trust them not to hurt her.
Erin lifted her head to speak and Rúmil met her with a kiss, and she was willingly silenced. She relaxed her body against Orophin's hold as his brother's tongue teased hers, coaxing and stroking her desire to a fevered pitch. When his lips finally left hers, she was breathless, and her anxiousness had deserted her completely.
Rúmil gave her a warm smile, the heated promise of wicked delights in his eyes sending a shiver up her spine. "I would give you only pleasure, Erin," he repeated softly, his breath caressing her skin as he moved behind her once more.
She closed her eyes, resting her cheek against the warmth of Orophin's chest and willed her body to relax. Orophin's hands still stroked her back gently and she felt Rúmil's warm touch against her skin as he traced the curve of her bottom with his fingers. Her breath caught when she felt his tongue once more, fluttering softly over her skin, before dipping teasingly between the edges of her cheeks. Lean fingers lightly gripped each side and parted them and she cried out when his tongue touched the small opening he found there.
The sensation was wholly new, and wholly pleasurable and she threw her head back with a low moan, feeling the heat rush between her legs.
Rúmil heard her moan and his arousal throbbed in response. His tongue explored the heated flesh, probing gently until she arched against him, her hips jerking reflexively. His slid one hand lower, between her legs and found the highly sensitive bundle of nerves and worked it gently between his finger and thumb, all the while his tongue continued to tease her other opening.
Orophin felt her jerk against him and smiled against her neck, his tongue flicking out and tasting her skin. Her soft gasps and moans were growing louder in their intensity, and he knew she would not last long against Rúmil's skillful persuasion. He bit gently at her neck and felt her shuddering response.
His tongue pushed against the tight ring of muscles that endeavored to keep him out and he heard Erin whimper softly, his fingers continuing their torment between her thighs. Like Orophin, he felt the delightful urge to make her ask for what she wanted, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. He felt the small opening alternatively relax and tighten beneath his tongue as she gasped, sobbing breathlessly with her pleasure.
Erin felt his tongue withdraw and mourned its loss, feeling her climax slide just out of reach. Her moan of protests turned to a faint whimper when she felt his finger press against the opening his tongue had recently left, unable to keep from tensing as she felt it slide past the untried barrier of muscle and into the warmth of her body.
Rúmil felt her tighten against him and increased his manipulations of her more sensitive flesh, licking a wet line up the curve of her spine. Her body trembled as he began to work his finger slowly in and out of the tight opening, gently stretching the passage that enclosed it.
Orophin knew when his brother had breached her defenses and felt his arousal ache in response. She was shuddering in his arms, her mouth open as she arched almost painfully against them both, her final cry of release wordless and long.
Erin's legs collapsed, refusing to support her as she felt her climax take her, screaming through her body and leaving her weak and shaking. She had never experienced anything like it before, and it left her feeling boneless and lightheaded. Rúmil's fingers had withdrawn from her body, and she felt Orophin lift her, sliding her upwards until she straddled his thighs once more. She opened her eyes in disbelief and he smiled with an expression she could only describe as wicked.
"We are not finished yet," Orophin told her softly, and lifted her hips, impaling her on his length in one smooth stroke. Heat flooded him and he groaned softly against her.
**These two will be the death of me,** Erin managed the thought as he pulled her forward against his chest. **But what a way to go.** She felt Rúmil move behind her and tensed slightly when his fingers lightly touched her. She was distracted from the gentle press of his fingers by Orophin, who lifted his hips slightly, pushing his length deeper into her body, while his lips claimed hers with hunger. She couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped her when Rúmil's fingers brushed lower, gathering the moisture from between her legs and spreading it gently against her smaller opening, before pressing inside her.
Orophin softly bit her lower lip, trapping it between his teeth and heard her soft gasp, startling when he felt the brush of his brother's fingers against the base of his arousal. He heard his brother chuckle in response.
Rúmil reached again between her legs, gathering the slippery moisture with the tips of his fingers, and spreading it on his throbbing length, coating his arousal with hers. He pressed the tip against her smaller opening, and heard her sharp intake of breath as he slowly pushed into her heat.
"Ow!" Erin whimpered, her body shaking with the sudden pain of his invasion. Rúmil's and Orophin's hands on her hips kept her from pulling away. "That hurts," she managed to gasp, her eyes watering.
Rúmil had closed his eyes in bliss as he sank into her tight heat, but opened them when he heard her cry of pain. His hands immediately stroked her back, trying to soothe the pain from her, his handsome face a mixture of pleasure and concern.
Orophin saw the tears leak from the corners of her tightly closed eyes and kissed them away, whispering softly, willing her to relax and her desire to return.
She could feel their hands stroking her, gentling her, willing her body to accept both of them inside of her. The feeling of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and she shuddered again, this time in pleasure.
Orophin's hands stroked over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch, and he leaned forward to kiss her, feeling her body quiver slightly in response. Encouraged, he tilted his hips slightly, rocking gently against her body, his thrusts slow and even.
Rúmil felt his brother begin to move, his slow thrusts rocking Erin's body against his own, and he groaned softly, letting her body move against his length. He felt the tight muscles that surrounded him begin to relax, to accept him within her body, and he groaned again at the sweetness of it.
The pain was less now, and Erin found that if she flexed her hips against Rúmil's in opposition to Orophin's thrusts, she was rewarded with a fiery jolt of pleasure that spread through her, taking the pain away with each delicious stroke. Their pace was wonderfully slow, and she heard herself moaning softly, steadily, each time they filled her.
They heard her steady and breathless moans and smiled, their eyes locking over Erin's body as they possessed her completely, each feeling the pressure of the other in the warm depths of her body. It had been like this for them once before, and each had treasured the memory of being so close to the other this way.
Rúmil's eyes closed once more as he found his rhythm with Erin, feeling her body take him deeper as she grew closer to her release. He felt his brother's thrusts become more forceful, rocking her hips backward and into his and he groaned, utterly lost in the sensations.
Orophin pulled back from the kiss and flexed his hips sharply, rocking their bodies together with increasing friction. Erin's eyes were closed, as were Rúmil's and he felt himself nearing his edge, seeing them both lost in passion.
Erin cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Rúmil's thrusts deepened in response to his brother's quickened pace. She heard him give a hoarse cry and felt him shudder his release, his warm essence filling her as he drove into her as deeply as he could. She could feel her own release tantalizingly close, but just out of reach.
"Open your eyes, Erin," Orophin demanded huskily, his hands drawing her hips closer as he increased the strength of his thrusts. "Look at me."
She opened her eyes, wincing slightly as she felt Rúmil withdraw, and looked down at the gray-blue gaze staring up at her.
"Are you close?" he asked, his breath coming harshly as he continued to move within her, twisting his hips against hers as he rocked them together.
Erin nodded, his eyes boring into hers as he possessed her. She usually closed her eyes during sex, but there was something so erotic and almost painfully arousing in being captured by his gaze this way. Another gasp escaped her as he continued to thrust, driving her closer and closer to her pinnacle.
"I want to see you," he growled, his own release near at hand; his words had the intended affect and took her to the edge of her pleasure. "Let it go."
She felt like a wild and untamed animal, riding his length as her climax took her, screaming one long shuddering cry after another as wave after wave crashed over her and through her. His cries mingled with hers as he arched beneath her, spilling his seed deep into her welcome heat, his lean muscles quivering with the intensity of his release.
Exhausted beyond words, she collapsed against him, unable to move, her thighs shaking uncontrollably from it all. She felt Rúmil's hand gently stroking her back and sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Are you well?" he asked her, his breath tickling her ear.
"Mmmm, hmm," she answered serenely, and for some reason, both of them chuckled. She felt Rúmil stretch his length out beside them and opened one eye to look at him, giving him a lazy smile.
"Come here," he said, pulling her from his brother's embrace and tucking her against him, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
Orophin sat up and stretched, his muscles delightfully sore from their exertions. With an amused glance at the snuggling pair, he curled his body next to Erin's, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a brief hug. She patted his hand in return and smiled sleepily at him, before dropping her head to Rúmil's shoulder once more.
She snuggled against the warmth of them both, feeling tired, sore, but content. It was far too difficult to keep her eyes open, so she closed them, and a long sigh escaped her. She felt Orophin reach down and pull her sleeping bag over the three of them, before settling once more beside her, his strong arm wrapped firmly around her stomach. Cocooned by the warmth of their bodies on either side of her, Erin surrendered willingly to the peaceful sleep that descended on her.
~*~*~*~
She was having the strangest dream. She was in her old bedroom at her parents' house, and her mother was asking if Rúmil and Orophin liked pancakes for breakfast.
"Erin."
She opened her mouth to answer her mother, when a firm hand shook her from her sleep, bringing her rudely awake. Erin opened her eyes and nearly screamed in the face that was inches from hers.
"Get up," Haldir said without preamble. "Get dressed. Breakfast is waiting and we will be leaving shortly." He stood up and looked down his nose at her, his lips curving slightly. "I wish to speak to my brothers alone."
Erin had never seen Haldir's face look the way it did right now, a mixture of stern amusement, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Wrapping the sleeping bag around her nude body as best she could to shield it from that shrewd gaze, she stood up, wincing at the various aches and pains that plagued her from the previous night's activities. Embarrassed by his fixed regard, she searched for the various and scattered pieces of her clothes, oblivious to the fact that she left Orophin and Rúmil lying uncovered on their bedrolls, both of them still deep in reverie.
He watched her search for her clothes without comment, and his keen eyes narrowed as he spotted the empty bottle of wine resting next to where she had found her sweater. He glanced back to where his brothers were sleeping, and his jaw tightened perceptively.
Erin finally found her underwear hanging from a nearby clump of grass and snatched it quickly, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment. This was not how she imagined the `morning after' would be. She reached for her sweater to pull it on and glanced up nervously. Haldir was still looking at her, and there was an impatient twitch to the side of his jaw that hadn't been there before.
"Can you, ah…" she trailed off when he arched an elegant eyebrow at her, his stare unnerving her. Finally she managed to finish. "Turn around so I can dress?"
With a snort, he turned around, crossing his arms across his chest and looking up at the sky above him.
As quickly as she could, Erin pulled on her sweater and her jeans, balling up her bra and underwear and stuffing them into her jeans pocket. Her shoes and socks were over by the bedrolls and she went to get them, stifling a gasp when she realized that she had left Rúmil and Orophin rather exposed. She threw the sleeping bag over the top of them hurriedly, and she saw both of them twitch as they woke from their sleep. Matching smiles of warmth greeted her, but she couldn't return them. Not with their older brother scowling at her from behind them.
Orophin saw that something was amiss with her expression and he followed her gaze, wincing when he saw the glint in Haldir's eyes. Rúmil closed his eyes and shook his head, a sigh of resignation escaping him.
Erin felt a pang of sympathy for her companions - if Haldir's stony expression was any indication, they were going to be in a lot of trouble, although honestly, she wasn't sure why he was angry with them. She certainly wasn't. In fact a rather pleasant memory of the previous night surfaced as she was lacing her shoes, and she found it difficult not to smile. When her shoes were tied, she carefully schooled her expression before looking up at Haldir once more.
"Go find Elrohir and stay with him until I come for you," Haldir said, his gentle tone belying his stern expression. "Be sure to find some breakfast as well."
Erin nodded uncertainly and turned, flashing a brief smile at the two brothers who were doing their best to disappear beneath the sleeping bag, before fleeing the scene.
Orophin and Rúmil shifted uneasily as their brother stalked towards them, his hands behind his back as he glowered down at them.
"What do you two have to say for yourselves?" he demanded softly, his eyebrow arching as he burned them with his glare. "Gandalf instructed you to protect Erin, not seduce her!"
"We did not seduce her, gwador," Rúmil protested, sitting up and clutching the edge of the sleeping bag against his bare chest, as if the material would protect him from his brother's ire.
"Aye," Orophin added from beside him. "She was willing. We asked her, and she said she was."
Haldir's eyebrow rose higher and he brought his hands from behind his back, holding the empty wine bottle in front of them. "Was that before or after you got the lady drunk?" Their sheepish looks spoke volumes. "I see," he said flatly. "So you took advantage of your ward. Do I have it right?"
"Nay, Haldir," Orophin protested vehemently. "That is not the way of it at all. We did not take advantage of her."
"Then do you wish to tell me how it happened?" Haldir asked, his voice deceptively mild. "For I am most curious to know how it is that both my brothers tumbled the lady, with her consent, no less."
Rúmil exchanged a quick glance with Orophin.
"Do not look at him," Haldir scowled. "Look at me and tell me how this came about?"
With a sigh, Orophin dropped his head and began to speak. He began by explaining to Haldir about how he had taken the wine from Theoden's cellar. He did not have to look up to know his brother was frowning, but he doggedly kept going. He explained how they thought that Erin had been upset by what had happened at Helm's Deep, and that she was feeling depressed and homesick. They had simply wanted to make her laugh for the evening.
"That was how it all started," Orophin finished lamely, daring to glance up at his older brother.
Haldir shook his head. "Started, perhaps, but it did not end there," he stated, crossing his arms once more. "You are not telling me everything."
Orophin sighed. "Before we reached the glade, she tripped and I caught her before she could fall. I felt her tremble in my arms, gwador. I knew what was ailing her, what has been ailing her for the past day or so."
Haldir snorted. "You are saying she desired you?" His stern expression had relented somewhat.
Orophin nodded and added hesitantly. "I kissed her before she ever tasted the wine."
"I see," Haldir replied, before turning his attention towards Rúmil. "And you? Did she desire you as well?"
The younger Elf's face flushed slightly in embarrassment. "Aye, gwador. She certainly made me believe so."
"So you took it upon yourselves to act upon her desires?" Haldir asked roughly, shaking his head. "She is a mortal, a human woman, not even from our world! How could you take advantage of her in this fashion?"
Rúmil scowled at his brother's accusatory tone. "We did not seduce her, Haldir. She was more than willing to be with us last night. I do not understand why this has angered you so."
"Nor I," Orophin added, lifting his chin defiantly. "If you are truly worried, perhaps you should ask Erin how she feels about what happened between us. For she did not seem upset afterwards." He could not help but smile. "I would say, rather, that she was quite content, when all was said and done."
Haldir threw up his hands and scowled at them both. "Fine. I will ask the lady, for I had intended to speak with her regardless. But know this," he shook his head slowly. "I do not approve of your actions, even if all parties involved were perfectly willing. She is human, and human hearts are notoriously fragile. You risk far too much." He gave them both a scathing glance. "Now get dressed. We will be leaving for Lothlórien shortly." He tossed the empty bottle at Orophin's lap and stalked off without a backward glance.
Rúmil looked at Orophin, his expression revealing the guilt his older brother's words had invoked. "You do not think we have hurt her, do you?" he asked softly, his fair face worried.
Orophin sighed, tugging at Rúmil's braid gently. "I do not think so, gwador, and I hope we have not, but perhaps Haldir was right." He stood up, reaching for his clothes.
Rúmil couldn't prevent the snicker that escaped him as he reached for his own clothing. "Please do not let him ever hear you say that, gwador. He is insufferable enough as it is."
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