Title & Chapter Number: Peace Offerings 2/9
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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 2 - Plans Gone Awry
Elladan was practically dizzy with delight; he squirmed and snorted as Elrohir relentlessly tickled him, pinning him to the ground and playfully torturing him.
"Caro lle anna vi?" (Do you yield?) Elrohir asked as he nibbled the point of his brother's ear
"Im innas al!" (I will not) Elladan playfully growled as Elrohir continued his assault on his brother's neck and ear. "Ai, Elrohir!" He barked as fresh peals of laughter emanated from him.
Elrohir chuckled and held his brother's wrists, pinning his arms down and straddling him, holding him to the ground. He looked around quickly, perusing the trees and brush that surrounded them and saw that they were alone. "Ssshh!" He commanded.
Elladan quickly grew quiet and whispered, "What is it, gwanur?"
"Do you hear that?" Elrohir asked.
Elladan furrowed his brow and listened intently. "I hear nothing."
A wicked smile crossed Elrohir's lips, "Exactly. We are alone, gwanur."
Elladan laughed softly and whispered, "We may not be for long…"
Elrohir began to slowly rock his hips against his twin as he dipped his mouth to his ear once more. "The prospect of getting caught doing something we should not do is exciting, is it not?"
Elladan moaned softly and whispered, "Mmm… yes it is." He blinked slowly, breathing deeply as he felt the first stirrings of desire inside him. "Lle úthaes nín, gwanur." (You tempt me, brother.)
"Caro im?" (Do I) Elrohir cooed. He slowly caressed the curve of his twin's ear and gently suckled the tip. "Mmm… you taste so good, Elladan. I could live off the taste of you."
Elladan sighed and laughed softly. "That is doubtful, Elrohir, though the thought of it is quite pleasing."
Elrohir's lips moved from his brother's ear along his jaw line. He teased the soft skin beneath his brother's chin before pulling back and gazing into his darkening pewter eyes. He gently caressed his face, running his fingertips across his forehead and soft eyebrows, along his cheekbones, down his nose and over his full lips. "Lle naa vanima, Elladan." (You are beautiful) He whispered.
Elladan sighed and smiled at his brother, "As are you, gwanur."
Elrohir dipped his mouth to taste his twin's, gently teasing his mouth open with his tongue and softly entering its welcoming warmth. He kissed his twin slowly, relishing his taste, his warmth, the way he yielded ever so softly. He moaned quietly into the kiss as he felt Elladan's hands slide across his tunic, one hand traveling to grasp his buttocks, the other combing through his hair. He felt his twin's legs slowly fall apart as Elladan wrapped one around him, drawing him closer as he rolled his hips down into his brother.
They broke from their kiss and Elladan whispered, "Amin mela lle, Elrohir."
Elrohir sighed and nuzzled his neck, "Amin mela lle, Elladan."
~*~*~*~
Orophin crouched behind his brother in the tree, watching the twins with intent. He reached out and pulled Rúmil's hair aside, his lips caressing the soft skin on the back of his neck. Rúmil's breath caught as he watched the twins sharing an intimate moment. Their soft sighs and moans were hopelessly arousing, and the feel of Orophin's lips upon his neck nearly drove him to distraction.
"They are beautiful to behold." Orophin whispered in his brother's ear.
Rúmil sighed, "Yes, one can almost see the love pass between them." Rúmil felt his arousal begin to swell inside his leggings and he moaned plaintively as he closed his eyes. "Orophin, saes, aníron lle..." he whispered. (please, I want you)
Orophin chuckled against the soft, wet flesh of the back of his brother's neck. "Again?"
A plaintive whimper escaped Rúmil's lips and he moaned. "Always…" He heard a low rumble come from deep in Orophin's throat, and he leaned back into his brother's embrace, closing his eyes and surrendering his body to his skillful touch.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel lay on his stomach on the large bed, his hands folded comfortably under his head. He smiled as he felt Haldir's soft lips caress his back, running over his shoulders, down the small of his back and over his firm buttocks. "Hmmm… that feels nice, melethron." (lover)
"You taste good, maethor nín, (my warrior) ripe and juicy like a fresh peach." Haldir growled playfully. He slid his tongue teasingly into the cleft between the warrior's buttocks. "I hunger for you." He nipped at the Eldar's buttocks and the warrior barked in surprise, then laughed softly.
"Well now, we are playful this morning. What has gotten into you, Marchwarden?" The Vanya purred as his lover continued down his body, kissing and caressing the backs of his thighs, the indentation behind his knees, and his sculpted calves.
Haldir smiled as he lifted one of the warrior's legs, caressing his calf before moving to his foot. "Well, Vanya, I cannot help it if I have an appreciation for beauty, and you are truly beautiful." He placed kisses on the sole of the warrior's foot, watching him tremble with delight, then slowly, sensuously took Glorfindel's toes in his mouth, one at a time, suckling them and caressing them with his tongue.
The Vanya slowly began to shift his position, his arousal swelling against the soft bedding as he took a deep breath. "You had better not be on duty this morning, melethron, for you are starting something that will take some time to finish." He growled.
Haldir chuckled, and drew his tongue down the length of the sole of the Vanya's foot before making his way back up the warrior's legs, pausing to knead the muscles of his buttocks and tease his entrance with his tongue. "Ai, Glorfindel, I can never get enough of you." He whispered huskily.
Glorfindel sighed and smiled as he arched his back. He rolled to his back and pulled the marchwarden on top of him. "That is just how I would have it, a'maelamin, for I cannot get enough of you either." He ran his hands into the archer's silver hair, pulling him into a heated kiss. He thrust his tongue into the welcoming heat of Haldir's mouth, plundering its deepest recesses as he moaned into the kiss. He rolled his hips upward into his lover's groin, sliding his rigid arousal against the marchwarden's.
Haldir pulled back from the kiss and stared into the warrior's deepening azure eyes, eyes that had seen so much, eyes that had been witness to incredible joy and incredible pain. He caressed the Eldar's face with his strong hands, smiling gently at him as he ran his thumb over Glorfindel's lips. "Amin mela lle, Glorfindel." He whispered. He found that he trembled slightly as the words crossed his lips, words that he had never uttered to anyone other than his brothers.
The Vanya smiled and cupped Haldir's face. "Amin mela lle, my beautiful Haldir." He whispered in return. He felt the tension leave the archer's body as Haldir lay his head beside his own. His lover wrapped one leg around him and smiled, holding him close and feeling for the first time, that he did not ever want to let him go.
"Caro mîl enni, Glorfindel." He whispered. (Make love to me)
Glorfindel smiled and rolled on top of the warrior. "It would be my pleasure, meleth nín." (my love)
~*~*~*~
Elrohir moaned softly as his twin's hands slid across his bare chest and he arched his back, pressing his chest into Elladan's hands and mouth. He uttered a plaintive moan as Elladan nipped one taut nipple and he felt his brother's hand slide down his muscled abdomen and over the rise in his leggings. "Avo daur, saes…" (Don't stop, please) he pleaded, his breath coming in ragged waves as he tangled his fingers in his brother's hair. Elladan was relentless, sucking, licking, kissing; his hands were everywhere, his mouth everywhere, Elrohir was on fire with want and need.
Elladan growled, "Aníron lle, Elrohir." (I desire you) He loosened the laces on his brother's leggings and slid his hand inside, taking Elrohir's heated length in his hand and stroking it slowly, teasingly, as he watched his twin writhe beneath him. "I so love seeing you this way, gwanur, so shamelessly wanton, so completely undone."
"Take me, Elladan." Elrohir groaned. "Fill me, claim me, saes…" He pleaded breathlessly.
Elladan stripped Elrohir of his leggings and held two fingers out to him, moaning as his twin took them into his mouth and gazed at him seductively as he swirled his tongue around them, thoroughly wetting them before allowing him to take them away. Elladan leaned over his twin, his hair and cloak shielding Elrohir from view as he slid his fingers inside his twin's trembling body. He softly kissed the tears of love and want that flowed from his eyes and whispered words of love into his ear as he stroked deep inside him. He moaned as he listened to Elrohir moan his name over and over, like a song sung to a lover. "Amin mela lle, Elrohir, always." He whispered, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his rigid arousal.
Elrohir arched his back and groaned as he sheathed his brother in his body, catching Elladan's hand as it caressed his cheek and drawing his fingers into his mouth again, suckling them and kissing his palm as he rode his twin's thrusts.
Elladan reached down and grabbed Elrohir's arms, pulling him up so that his twin sat straddling him. He grasped Elrohir's face in his hands as he thrust up into his velvet heat, whispering words of passion and devotion against his lips, promising to love and protect him until the end of days.
~*~*~*~
Orophin held Rúmil in his lap, precariously balanced on the branch they sat upon. He nuzzled and kissed his brother's neck, teasing the soft skin behind his ear, and stroking Rúmil's muscled torso. Rúmil strained to hold still, to keep his balance as his brother tormented him. He was transfixed by the twins, watching them couple beneath the shade of wisteria. He gasped as Orophin's strong hands slid inside his leggings, and trembled as his brother took his hardened length in his hand, slowly stroking it, teasing his engorged flesh until he thought he would die of need. He wavered on the edge of climax, never quite crossing over, never quite finding release. He could feel Orophin's arousal pressing into the cleft between his buttocks and he imagined his brother's silken length sliding inside him, stretching him, opening him, claiming him. He leaned his head back against Orophin's shoulder and whimpered. He heard Elladan cry out softly with his climax. He shifted to reach behind him, to take his brother's length in his hands, when he suddenly slipped.
"Ai!" He twisted as he slipped from Orophin's grip.
"Rúmil!" Orophin cried as he lunged forward, catching his brother's wrist in midair. Rúmil dangled in the air as Orophin held him. Orophin hung upside down, his legs wrapped around the tree branch.
~*~*~*~
Elladan quickly wrapped his cloak around his brother as his dark eyes searched the trees for the origin of the sound. "It is Orophin and Rúmil, I heard their voices."
Elrohir struggled into his leggings before more elves arrived. "They were spying on us." He chuckled. "It seems our Lórien brothers' tastes are more interesting than we realized."
The twins emerged from beneath the wisteria, Elrohir tugging down on his tunic, trying to conceal his still erect desire. He pulled his cape around him as two more Lórien elves arrived to discern the cause of the commotion. They were dressed in the familiar gray garb of the marchwardens, and they were looking up into the trees with amused expressions.
"Is there something we can help you with, Rúmil, Orophin?" the taller of the two blonde elves asked dryly, his green eyes sparkling with bemusement.
"Aye, Melaphríl," came the strained reply from Orophin. "A little assistance would be nice."
"How did you get into such a predicament?" the other elf asked, moving to stand beside Melaphríl as he gazed upwards, shaking his head in open amusement at the sight of both Lórien elves dangling helplessly from the tree. He glanced at Elladan and Elrohir, who were struggling to contain their laughter, neither of them succeeding.
Rúmil avoided his gaze, but flushed with embarrassment, trying not to struggle in his brother's grip, although his arm was beginning to ache from being dangled. He glared at the two Peredhil who had the nerve to laugh at them.
"Never mind, Galen," Melaphríl said with a chuckle. "Let us help our fellow wardens out of the tree. Then perhaps they can explain to us how they found themselves in such a position."
Elrohir snorted behind his hand, shaking his head. Elladan was bent double, his hands resting on his thighs as his shoulders shook with his laughter.
"If you do not mind," Orophin said through gritted teeth, his shoulder's throbbing from Rúmil's dangling weight. "Could you hurry? I would prefer not to drop my brother, but I do not know how much longer I can hold him."
Chuckling softly, Melaphríl searched the tree for the ladder that the brothers must have used to reach their lofty perch and did not see it. "Orophin, where is the ladder?"
Orophin groaned, mentally cursing himself for what he had thought, at the time, was a good idea. The slender rope ladder was coiled on the branch well past where his legs gripped it, and definitely not within reach. "I cannot reach it," he called down, tightening his grip on his brother. "You will have to climb up to get it."
Melaphríl nodded, uncoiling the length of rope he wore at his side. He handed one end of it to Galen, who quickly wrapped it around the base of the tree, before handing it back to his friend. Melaphríl tied the ends together, so that the rope formed a loose loop, and placed his boot against the base of the trunk, leaning his weight against the rope. Holding the rope with both hands, he began to slowly climb, sliding the rope upwards with each careful step, his weight against it holding him in place.
Elrohir nudged his brother slightly and rolled his eyes upwards at Rúmil. The Lórien elf's tunic had ridden up, showing the flat muscles of his stomach, as well as a rather noticeable bulge in the front of his leggings. Elladan snickered behind his hand, shaking his head. It was all too easy to picture what had happened to cause the current turn of events.
Melaphríl reached the branch that Orophin dangled from and pulled himself up easily. He quickly unrolled the rope ladder and let it drop over the side, before turning to help the brothers. Wrapping both legs securely around the branch, he leaned forward and grasped Rúmil's arms just below Orophin's hands and pulled. Together, they managed to pull the red-faced elf back up onto the branch, Orophin shaking slightly as he pulled himself upright behind his brother. Melaphríl studied them both a moment, and shook his head.
"I would love to know how this happened," he said calmly, eyeing them both with a shrewd and knowing gaze. "But I will not ask, since you most likely will not tell me the truth anyway."
Orophin cleared his throat and managed to look the other elf in the eye. "We would appreciate it if this did not get out."
Melaphríl's golden eyebrows rose, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned forward, his face inches from Rúmil's. "And just how much," he said slowly, his eyes flicking to Orophin's, "Would you two appreciate it?" he finished softly.
Orophin felt his brother tremble against him and he gave Melaphríl a frown. "What are you asking?" he said finally.
The green-eyed elf gave him a slow smile. "A little quality time this evening, perhaps, with your brother?" His fingers reached out and brushed Rúmil's cheek gently, raising the younger elf's gaze to his. "But nothing that you do not consent to," he added softly, watching the blue-gray eyes widen slightly in apprehension.
Orophin felt a surge of jealousy and resisted the urge to knock the older elf out of the tree for his presumptions. Rúmil was his! He bit back the sharp retort that rose to his lips, knowing he could say nothing that would not reveal too much about the nature of his relationship with his brother. Instead, he replied, "That is for Rúmil to decide."
Elladan and Elrohir glanced at Galen, who was leaning against the base of the tree, his arms folded as he looked up and watched the scene unfold above them. His lips were curved in an amused grin. The day was getting more and more interesting.
Rúmil looked at his brother uncertainly, wishing he could communicate without words the way Elladan and Elrohir seemed to be able to. He did not want word of this embarrassing situation getting out; he especially did not want Haldir to find out. But he did not want to betray his brother.
"Surely there is something else," Orophin finally said, reading the look in Rúmil's eyes and loving him all the more for it. He gave Melaphríl a hard look. "My brother's affections are not to be taken lightly."
"All the more reason," countered the green-eyed elf. "For me to want him. Come, Rúmil, speak. Is my offer that abhorrent to you? Am I not fair enough for you?"
Rúmil swallowed. "You are fair enough, for certain," he said quietly, and sighed. "Very well." He felt Orophin stiffen in indignation at his back and gave his brother an apologetic look.
"What about my silence?" Galen called, smirking up at the trio in the tree, and Melaphríl laughed, moving gracefully towards the ladder.
Orophin sighed, glaring down at the other elf. "What do you want?" he asked shortly, knowing it would take an supreme effort not to resort to kinslaying if the miscreant below asked for his brother's favors as well.
Galen eyed him boldly, and grinned. "You, meldir. Tonight." (friend)
He felt Rúmil silently seethe beside him, and sighed. "Fine," he said, wishing he could take his brother in his arms and give him comfort. He shifted his gaze to the Peredhil and sighed again. "I suppose you both will want something as well?"
Elladan and Elrohir shook their heads in unison.
"Nay, meldir," Elladan said softly, his face uncharacteristically solemn. "We do not ask a price for our silence."
"It will never pass our lips," Elrohir added in agreement. Both felt that the brothers were being unfairly taken advantage of by Galen and Melaphríl, and Elrohir heard his twin's silent thoughts about what they should do about it. Though Orophin and Rúmil had consented, the twins knew that the brothers' hearts belonged to one another, as did their own.
Orophin regarded the two suspiciously for a moment, then nodded. "Le hannon," (Thank you) he said, before rising and following his brother down the ladder, sighing heavily when he reached the bottom. The day had started out so well, he thought glumly. He did not want Galen, his heart ached for Rúmil.
Melaphríl and Galen took their leave with pleased and confident smiles, nodding politely at Elladan and Elrohir as they passed them. The twins watched them go with speculative eyes, and glanced at each other, their thoughts passing without words. After a moment, they both smiled, and stepped forward together to speak with Rúmil and Orophin.
"Did you enjoy what you saw?" Elladan asked coyly, noting the bright flush of crimson upon Rúmil's face and the scowl that crossed Orophin's.
"To what are you referring?" Orophin asked with indignation.
Elrohir chuckled and leaned in. "Come now, Orophin. Unlike Melaphríl and Galen, we know EXACTLY what was going on in that tree."
Rúmil shrank back against Orophin's chest as Elladan's fingers lightly traced his jaw. His body might have betrayed him and leaned forward into that seductive caress had his brother's hands not held his shoulders steady.
Elrohir's hands slid around Elladan's waist as he leaned into him and whispered, "We understand exactly how the two of you feel and would not see those feelings led astray, nor would we interfere or cause trouble."
"We have a proposition for you," Elladan said to them.
Orophin silently groaned, thinking that he should have known that the twins' earlier promises had been too good to be true.
"It is not what you are thinking, meldir," Elrohir said, seeing the brief flash of anger in Orophin's eyes. "We do not think your rescuers played fairly."
"Aye," Elladan continued. "And we have a plan that, if all goes well, will relieve you and your brother of your promise to them."
Rúmil looked at Orophin before glancing back at the twins. "What is it you propose?" he asked hesitantly.
Broad smiles mirrored each other as Elladan and Elrohir began to explain their plan.
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