Title & Chapter Number: Peace Offerings 1/9
Author(s): & - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. We are not making money off this story; it was written for the pure pleasure of it (mainly ours!)
Warnings: Graphic homoerotic (slash) content.
Betas: Larian Elensar
Cast: Haldir/Glorfindel, Rúmil/Orophin, Elladan/Elrohir, Galen/Melaphríl (OMCs)
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Written as a sequel to "Sweet Revenge". Orophin and Rúmil learn the pleasures of brotherly love and plot revenge against Elladan and Elrohir; it backfires when their fellow wardens, Galen and Melaphríl, demand a price to pay for their silence over a certain embarrassing incident. Elladan and Elrohir decide to help, and Galen and Melaphríl make a startling discovery about each other. Haldir and Glorfindel finally admit their feelings for one another, but are they too alike for their relationship to truly work?
Notes: Sweet Revenge, of course, demanded a sequel, as Orophin and Rúmil couldn't accept that things had been left that way. Haldir and Glorfindel demanded equal time and attention, and two new elves dropped in and decided that they wanted to get in on the action as well. Elladan and Elrohir, of course, thought the whole thing was just too much fun, and were eager to play their parts to the hilt.
Notes from Khylaren: As before, it was simply a joy to write with Larien Elengasse again. What one of us doesn't think of, the other will! She's a treasure, and I am truly lucky to work with her! The twins' mischief, of course, is nearly almost always hers!
Notes from Larien: I do so enjoy working with Khylaren, she and I have the same odd sense of humor and appreciation for sensual elves -we are indeed kindred spirits. If we have inadvertently butchered Professor Tolkien's beautiful Sindarin language, our apologies… we are trying to learn as we go. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Dreams Realized
Orophin held his brother in his arms as he watched him sleep; Rúmil's pale blue eyes were glazed over and blankly staring off over his shoulder somewhere. Memories of the prior evening flashed through his mind, Elrohir's seductive touch, Rúmil's whimpering cries, watching Rúmil's body entered for the first time by Elladan. **How long have I dreamed of being the one to do it?** he wondered. **Why was I not brave enough to be the one? Am I brave enough now?** He had not slept at all. Instead he had lain awake, feigning sleep as Elrohir and Elladan slowly rose and dressed, leaving he and Rúmil to sleep in their talan.
Orophin felt his brother wake, Rúmil's lithe body stiffening slightly in his arms as he became aware of his surroundings. "Good morning, gwanur," (brother) Orophin said softly, placing a gentle kiss on his brother's hair. "Are you rested?"
Rúmil shifted in Orophin's embrace, pulling slightly away to look up at his brother, his eyes wide when he realized that he lay naked in his brother's arms. "How did we end up here?" he asked, sleep still evident in his voice. "I do not remember falling asleep."
Orophin swallowed, tracing the edge of Rúmil's jaw with his fingertips. "You were quite tired, gwanur."
Rúmil's breath caught at the gentle touch of his brother's fingers, and his gray eyes darkening slightly. "Orophin, why are we…?" he trailed off uncertainly, his face flushing somewhat.
His brother gave him a tender smile, knowing what he was trying to ask. "Elladan and Elrohir left us here to rest." Orophin replied, stroking the hair away from Rúmil's face.
Rúmil took a deep breath and pulled Orophin close, feeling his brother's strong arms wrap around him tightly and the warm touch of his skin against his own.
"Amin mela lle, Orophin." (I love you) Rúmil said softly, burying his face in the sweet warmth of Orophin's chest.
"And I love you," Orophin replied with a gentle whisper. "I have been afraid, Rúmil. I have been afraid for a very long time."
"Do you… want me?" his brother's voice came soft and hesitant, muffled against Orophin's chest.
"Aye, sweet Rúmil," he whispered, stroking the silvery strands of silken hair, his fingers lingering on the softness of its texture, so alike, yet unlike his own. "I have wanted you for as long as I can remember."
A shuddering sigh escaped the younger elf, and he felt Rúmil's lean arms wrap around his waist, stroking his bare skin tentatively.
A deep rumbling sound came from the back of Orophin's throat at the shy and hesitant caress, and he draped one leg over both of Rúmil's, encompassing his younger brother's lithe form with his own larger one. His heart hammered inside his chest, his ears rang, and he trembled with anticipation.
"Will you…" Rúmil's voice was thick with emotion as he struggled to speak the words he had longed to say for so long. "Will you make love to me?"
Orophin's arms tightened briefly, and he placed another kiss, lingering this time, on Rúmil's forehead. "I have longed to do so," he said, feeling the lean body tremble in his arms. "If it is what you truly desire, mir nín." (my treasure)
Rúmil raised his head and pressed his lips uncertainly against his brother's, his hands sliding slowly up the smooth muscles of Orophin's back. When he drew back, his face was flushed with desire and need. "Take me, Orophin. I would be yours."
Orophin groaned softly, Rúmil's words and touches inflaming him, and he bent his head, capturing the soft lips offered to him in a searing kiss. He staked his claim on his brother's mouth, his hands roaming over the hardened planes of Rúmil's stomach with tender possessiveness.
The younger elf moaned; the sound muffled against his brother's mouth as he felt Orophin's strong hands caress his skin, setting his desire aflame. His own hands explored, teased and tested the warm flesh beneath them, and he heard his brother groan softly in response.
Orophin rolled his brother under him, covering him with his body as he pressed his mouth harder against Rúmil's. His tongue brushed against the velvety softness of Rúmil's lips as he slowly moved his hips, rocking their bodies together in delicious friction, his brother's gasps of pleasure making him ache with desire. He left the warmth of Rúmil's mouth to explore the smooth expanse of his neck, the sweet curve where it joined with his shoulder, and the silky skin of his chest. He captured a taut nipple with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue, and felt his brother arch beneath him, crying out wordlessly in pleasure. His hand slid lower, brushing lightly against the flatness of Rúmil's stomach, before grasping his brother's hardened length and stroking it in slow, gentle movements.
"Ai!" Rúmil gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself to the sensations Orophin's clever hands elicited on his trembling body. He felt his brother lick a long, wet line down the middle of his stomach and tensed, crying out again when he felt the warmth of Orophin's mouth enclose his length.
Orophin closed his eyes, savoring the taste and smell that was uniquely Rúmil's, his lips and tongue exploring the length of hardened flesh before him. He took him deep into his mouth, letting the throbbing flesh slide slowly between his lips, and he heard his brother groan softly in response, his breath coming in short gasps. He was lost when Rúmil whimpered plaintively, breathless words of love and approval floating from his lips. He committed his brother's body to memory, closing his eyes and stroking his narrow hips, caressing Rúmil's hardened length with his tongue.
Rúmil moaned and began to slowly thrust into his brother's wet embrace, draping one leg over Orophin's shoulders as his trembling hands caressed his brother's silken hair. He whispered Orophin's name over and over, as he felt desire wash over him. He arched his back, pressing his shoulders and the back of his head to the bed as he spilled down his brother's throat, collapsing back to the soft mattress and trembling with the aftershocks of his spent desire.
Orophin gently cleaned his brother, now his lover, with his tongue in long, slow, gentle strokes, quietly purring as he went about his work. Rúmil trembled and sighed, and Orophin thought it was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. He slowly made his way back to his brother's lips, teasing them with his tongue before pressing a deep kiss to his hungry mouth. Orophin hovered over his brother's flushed face, smiling as he watched his eyes flutter open and his lips reach for him again like a hungry fledgling. He whispered against those soft lips, "Amin mela lle, Rúmil."
Rúmil sighed, "Amin mela lle, Orophin. I am yours forever more." He could feel Orophin's need press into his hip and his hands slid down his brother's sides to grasp his buttocks and pull him closer. "I want to please you, gwanur." He whispered, "But I feel I still have so much to learn."
Orophin swallowed, his brother's beautiful innocence made him weak with love and desire. "What is it that you want to do to me, tithen gwanur?" (little brother) He whispered.
Rúmil's eyes fluttered open and he growled softly, "Everything. I want to do everything and anything you desire, melethron nín." (my lover)
Orophin felt his heart skip as he gazed into the hungry eyes of his little brother. He was so sweet, so innocent, yet so wanton and full of desire. He smiled seductively as Rúmil's tongue darted out and flicked the underside of his chin, making him shiver with delight. "Do what you will, a'maelamin. I am yours, as you are mine." (beloved)
"Amin…" Rúmil whispered. (Mine)
"Lle…" Orophin replied. (Yours)
Rúmil gently pressed Orophin to his back, rolling on top of him and caressing the curve of his ear with his tongue. He heard Orophin hiss through his clenched jaw as he took the point of his brother's ear into his mouth, gently suckling it as he moaned in response. He felt Orophin's hand run into his mussed hair while the other ran down his lean yet powerful back and over the swell of his firm buttocks.
A heartbreaking whimper issued from Rúmil's lips as Orophin slid his finger inside his brother's tight body. "Does that hurt, meleth nín?" he whispered into Rúmil's neck. (my love)
"Yes… but…" Rúmil whispered, his hands kneading Orophin's shoulders as he tensed against him.
Orophin gently removed his finger and kissed his brother's neck. "'Tis too soon, gwanur. I long to be inside you, but I would not cause you pain."
Rúmil whispered, "I long for it too. Perhaps, if you go slow…"
Orophin wrapped his arms around him and placed soft, sensual kisses on his neck. "Nay, Rúmil, I would never hurt you, I can wait for you to recover." He smiled wickedly as he whispered against his brother's neck. "There are many, many ways to enjoy you, gwanur."
Rúmil trembled and moaned as Orophin rocked against him. He tentatively made his way down Orophin's powerful body, exploring the rolling curves of muscle and the concave of his stomach with his mouth. He delighted when Orophin shuddered and his stomach shrunk away from his probing tongue, and smiled when his elder brother whimpered as he brushed his lips through the soft hair that grew about the base of his arousal.
Rúmil paused and looked up at his brother, hearing Orophin gasp and moan in anticipation. He drew his tongue along the sensitive underside of his hardened length and slowly explored the groove under the head. A string of erotic words spilled from Orophin's lips and Rúmil smiled knowing it was he that made him feel that way and say those things. He gazed up at his brother through darkening eyes and whispered, "I want you to use my mouth, Orophin, use it as you would have used my body."
Orophin began to slowly toss his head and he groaned in reply, "Ai, Rúmil, you are killing me, gwanur."
Rúmil took his brother into his mouth, cupping his buttocks in his hands and encouraging him to thrust up into his warm, wet embrace. He dug his fingers into Orophin's hard buttocks as he relaxed his jaw, taking him further and further in with each thrust. He moaned quietly as Orophin drove deeper, causing a vibrating sensation to run the length of his brother's over-sensitized flesh.
Orophin thrust slowly and carefully and he cried out as he found his release, spilling down Rúmil's throat.
Rúmil swallowed, tasting the sweet essence of his brother and savoring it, before letting Orophin's length slide from between his lips. Strong arms reached for him and pulled him into his brother's embrace and he snuggled against the warmth of Orophin's chest.
"Amin mela lle," Orophin murmured with a contented sigh. "So much, so very much."
The lay together, their breathing gradually slowing, as Rúmil's fingers made idle circles on his brother's skin.
"Elladan and Elrohir share the same feelings for each other as we do, do they not, gwanur?" Rúmil murmured, lifting his head slightly to look at his brother.
Orophin nodded, dropping a brief kiss on his forehead. "Aye, they do."
"I want to see them," Rúmil whispered, his eyes darkening slightly. "I want to see them together."
Orophin chuckled, rolling over so that he lay beside his brother and could see his face more easily. "Truly?" he asked, the idea quickening his interest. "I believe we should do something about that, then." His hands stroked Rúmil's back gently and he gave his brother a wicked smile. "Perhaps we should extract a little revenge of our own as well?"
Rúmil's eyes narrowed and he nodded eagerly. "I know just what we can do," he whispered, leaning forward and pressing his lips against his brother's ear.
Orophin listened, his eyes widening slightly. A low, rumbling laughed escaped him when his brother finished. "You are truly wicked, gwanur," he whispered, pleased with Rúmil's idea. "I cannot wait."
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