Title & Chapter Number: Peace Offerings 3/9
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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 3 - Best Laid Plans
Melaphríl hummed softly as he braided his hair, smiling at his reflection in the mirror. He could not believe his luck. In a matter of hours, he would have Rúmil, breathless and eager in his arms. He could not contain his excitement at the thought, and he felt himself grow hard beneath the soft material of his robes. He imagined what it would be like to press kisses against Rúmil's sweet mouth, to hear his cries of passion as he gave into his body's desires wantonly, his fair face lost in need.
The note from the elf lay folded on the table beside his bed, and his eager fingers reached for it, reading the words in graceful script Rúmil had written.
Meet me in the glade by the river at sundown. -Rúmil
Melaphríl chuckled softly, and plucked a bottle of wine from the cupboard behind his bed. It would not hurt to ply the sweet elf with a bit of spirit of the grape before he seduced him.
And then possessed him. Utterly.
As the sun began its descent, the green-eyed elf made his way towards the river, a confident smile playing about his lips.
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Galen tucked the note in his tunic that told him when and where to meet Orophin, before making his way down the ladder from his talan, his thoughts turning speculatively to the evening of delights that awaited him. He had no thoughts of seduction in mind. He knew Orophin well enough from serving with him on the fences, and he knew that the elf was no stranger to a casual tumble. Truthfully, that was all he sought in this encounter, to find if there was any truth behind the rumors of Orophin's prowess. The elf was uncommonly fair, surpassed in beauty only by his brother, but the younger elf was not to Galen's taste at all. He preferred his lovers to be like himself, bold and sure. Orophin had held his interest for quite some time, and he considered himself lucky that the opportunity had presented itself the way it had; it was a chance to take what he wanted, without the risk of his proposal being rejected.
Aye, at least for this night, Orophin would be his.
With a smile of anticipation, Galen made his way towards Orophin's room.
~*~*~*~
Orophin pulled Rúmil into his arms, rolling them both onto the twins' bed, hearing his younger brother's soft laughter as his fingers sought the more ticklish areas on his body.
"Ai, Orophin!" Rúmil laughed breathlessly, writhing to get away from the ticklish onslaught, helplessly trapped beneath his brother's weight. "Saes! (Please)"
"Caro lle anna vi?" (Do you yield) Orophin queried, his eyebrows rising playfully as he wormed his fingers under Rúmil's tunic, hearing Rúmil's breath catch as his hands stroked the flat muscles of his brother's stomach, his caress teasing instead of tickling.
"Aye," Rúmil breathed, his lithe body arching slightly under his brother's caress. "I do."
Orophin leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his brother's belly, his tongue flickering out to taste his warm flesh, before drawing back. His eyes met Rúmil's as his fingers drew slow and careful patterns across the smooth skin beneath his brother's tunic. "Aníron an caro mîl," (I want to make love) he said huskily, his throat suddenly tight with emotion, filled with a sense of nearly overwhelming love and tenderness for his brother. "Will you let me?"
"Aníron lle," (I want you) Rúmil whispered, reaching up to stroke Orophin's cheek. "So much, gwanur." His lithe body trembled slightly as he wet his lips with his tongue, struggling to speak. "Caro mil enni." (Make love to me)
Orophin placed a tender kiss on his brother's stomach, and drew away, reaching for Rúmil's boots and sliding them off his feet. "I want to do this right," he said softly. "Elladan and Elrohir have given us this time alone, and I want to do this right."
Rúmil sighed with pleasure when he felt his brother's hands rubbing his feet, his fingers kneading into the high arches with firm and knowing touches. It was a simple caress, but pleasurable nonetheless, making him feel both pampered and cherished.
"Even your feet are lovely, gwanur," Orophin murmured, his fingers sliding up the lean and elegant arch of his brother' s foot. He heard Rúmil's soft chuckle and looked at him with a smile. "What, does that tickle?"
"Nay, gwanur," Rúmil's laughter trailed off into a sigh. "I just never have considered my feet the way you do."
"Hmm," Orophin replied, lightly stroking the long and graceful toes. "Well, they are lovely. As is every bit of you." He dropped his hold on Rúmil's feet and crawled up the bed to reach for the laces of Rúmil's leggings, untying them with nimble fingers. He could see the very obvious evidence of his brother's arousal pressing against the soft material, and he resisted the urge to stroke it, instead concentrating on divesting his brother of his clothing one piece at a time. Rúmil shivered in expectation beneath him as his long hair trailed over the smooth muscles of his thighs, using the silky length of it to tease the sensitive skin.
Rúmil groaned softly at the sensation of Orophin's long hair trailing over his legs, brushing teasingly over his arousal, tormenting the hardened flesh with its softness. Lean fingers stroked a slow path down his thighs, kneading the firm and well-developed muscles of his calves, before retracing their path upward, stopping just short of the base of his arousal.
Orophin heard his brother's soft whimper of disappointment as his hands left their exploration to undo the clasps and ties of his tunic and he smiled with pleasure. "I will not be rushed this time, meleth nín," he said softly, sliding the fabric from his brother's shoulders to reveal his lithe but well-muscled chest. "I want to savor this moment and you, for the gift it is." He dropped his head and licked a wet path across Rúmil's chest, his mouth hovering teasingly just above a hardened nipple.
"Ai, melethron,(lover)" Rúmil whimpered quietly. "You torture me."
Orophin's tongue flicked out against the stiffened peak and his brother arched in response, his hands flying up to grasp his head and pull him closer, wanting more than just the teasing caress. Gently, but firmly, he removed his brother's hands and placed them at his sides. "Let me love you, gwanur," he said softly. "Let me treasure you my way."
Biting his lip, Rúmil nodded, wadding his hands into the bedclothes to keep them still. Orophin rewarded him with a kiss that left him breathless.
"Lle naa vanima, (You are beautiful) Rúmil," Orophin said huskily, nearly undone by the sight of his brother's flushed and trembling body beneath him. "Aníron lle, (I want you) so much, so very much."
"Do not make me wait too long," Rúmil pleaded softly. "Saes, meleth nín (Please, my love)."
Orophin stretched his length out over his brother's body, settling his still clothed form between his brother's thighs, and rocked his hips slowly against Rúmil's, and bent his head to claim his lover's lips. Rúmil's mouth opened eagerly under his and he felt the first brush of his tongue against his with a delicious shudder. His hands lightly explored the planes and contours of Rúmil's face and neck as his mouth moved over his brother's possessively, swallowing the low moans and cries his lover made in response to his caresses. His arousal throbbed almost painfully behind the tight confines of his leggings as he ground their hips together, and Orophin found it difficult keep his control, wanting nothing more than to claim the sweet body that arched and trembled so invitingly under his. He left the warmth of Rúmil's mouth reluctantly to trail kisses across his neck, licking and nibbling the soft and sensitive flesh beneath his ear, before taking the tip of it between his lips.
Rúmil was lost in the sensations, his body aching, on fire with need as his lover continued the slow and leisurely torment of his senses. He gasped, crying out wordlessly when Orophin's hand finally touched his length, gripping with a sure touch that had him groaning with pleasure. His brother's mouth left the sweet and nearly unbearable torture of his ear and he sighed as he felt Orophin move lower on his body.
Orophin's mouth explored every inch, savoring the unique taste that was wholly Rúmil's as he licked a trail across his neck and chest, his lips fastening on a hardened peak as his hands continued to stroke his brother's length, moisture from his lover's arousal making the flesh slick against his fingers. He moved lower, his tongue laving a path across the silky skin of Rúmil's stomach, and he heard his brother's keening moan when his lips touched the weeping tip of his arousal.
"Saes!" Rúmil pleaded, his head tossing against the pillows as he felt the warmth of Orophin's breath caress his aching length. "Im baur!" (I need)
Rúmil's whispered pleadings enflamed him, and he took his brother's length in his mouth in one swift stroke, swallowing his hardness and taking him as deeply as he could. He felt his lover's body arch beneath him, hips lifting in supplication as his mouth slowly worked the length between his lips. He relished the soft cries his brother gave in response to his caress and opened his mouth wider, his hands gripping the lean thighs that trembled against his fingers.
"Orophin!" Rúmil cried out, his brother's mouth driving him to the edge of his release. He felt the soft and careful touch of Orophin's fingers against his opening and shuddered, crying out wordlessly as he spilled his seed deep into his brother's throat.
Orophin swallowed, tasting Rúmil's salty and sweet essence as it flooded his mouth, taking care to catch every drop as his lover's keening moans filled his ears. His fingers rested just against the opening of his brother's body, but did not press inside. He did not want to rush, wanted to savor the experience, wanted his brother well and truly prepared before he claimed his sweet body with his own. Rúmil twitched slightly when he let his softening length slip from his lips, and he gave a long, shuddering sigh. Rúmil lay, feeling boneless and weak as he felt his brother's weight leave his body. His eyes opened partway as he watched Orophin undress, his gaze lingering with hunger on his lover's beautiful form. His desire was momentarily sated, but he felt it growing within him once more as he saw the hardened length jutting proudly from his brother's hips. His breath caught in anticipation when he saw Orophin reach for the small vial of oil on the bedside table.
Orophin settled next to his brother's body and looked at him, his fingers stoking his chest lightly. "Aníron lle," he murmured, his eyes raising questioningly to Rúmil's. "But not if you are not ready." He smiled tenderly, his hand rising to touch his brother's mouth softly. "I would never willingly hurt you."
Rúmil caught his hand and pressed a kiss against his fingertips. "You will never hurt me, gwanur," he whispered, his desire quickening once more. "Amin mela lle, Orophin. Caro mil enni, make me yours." (Make love to me)
Orophin bent his head, his lips softly touching Rúmil's. "Amin," he whispered. (Mine)
"Lle," (Yours) Rúmil replied, pressing his lips against his brother's. Their tongues met in a velvet tangle as Orophin deepened the kiss, pressing his mouth harder against the softness of Rúmil's lips. He felt his brother's hands tentatively stroke his chest and groaned softly, the sound muffled against his lover's mouth.
Orophin raised his head, running his fingers across his brother's kiss-swollen lips. "On your knees, gwanur," he said softly, knowing the discomfort would be less for Rúmil in that position. The time would come later when he could hold him beneath him, for now, he knew, it was the best way.
Trembling with anticipation, Rúmil complied, feeling his brother's hands stroke his back as he pressed his head against his arms, spreading his knees further apart at the gentle pressure from Orophin's hands.
Orophin was nearly undone by the sight before him, and he felt his brother quiver when his fingers lightly brushed between the soft cleft of his buttocks. Setting the oil carefully on the bed, well within easy reach, he leaned forward, his tongue caressing the dimple at the base of Rúmil's back, just above the smooth curve of his cheeks. He heard his brother's low and breathless moan as his tongue flickered teasingly along the line that separated his buttocks, before gripping the soft mounds with his hands and spreading them gently to reveal the small opening there.
Rúmil gasped and shuddered when he felt the first soft and wet touch of his brother's tongue against his opening, arching his back against the sensation, his now-hardened arousal throbbing against his stomach. He whimpered softly when Orophin's tongue penetrated him, and he rocked his hips against the touch, opening himself wider to his brother's exploration. A low moan escaped his lips when his lover's tongue left him, and he heard the vial of oil being opened, the first trickle of slippery liquid spilling between his cheeks leaving him breathless and anxious. Remembered pain and pleasure made him tremble, his uncertainty warring with his need when he felt his brother's fingers touch him once more.
"Tell me if I hurt you, gwanur," Orophin whispered huskily, coating his fingers liberally with the oil before pressing them against the small opening to his brother's body. He reached between Rúmil's thighs and lightly stroked the length of flesh he found there, before sliding a single finger into the tightness of his lover's body.
Rúmil whimpered at the combined sensation, the discomfort and the pleasure a heady mixture that filled him with a burning need. His head dropped against his forearms as he moaned, feeling his brother's finger slide slowly in and out of his body.
Orophin dropped a kiss on his brother's back, feeling the tight muscles relax gradually against him as he continued his ministrations, waiting until he heard another keening moan escape Rúmil before adding a second finger.
"Ai!" Rúmil cried, his breath quickening as he struggled to accept the slightly larger invasion. He felt his brother pause, and he turned his head to meet Orophin's look of tender concern. "Avo daur," (Don't stop) he whispered huskily.
"You are certain?" Orophin bit his lip, continuing his strokes to his lover's length.
"Uma," (Yes) Rúmil whispered, closing his eyes. "Aníron lle."
Orophin needed no further encouragement from his brother, and he resumed his careful preparation of his lover's body, his fingers gently stretching the tight muscles, scissoring within the heat, spreading the oil deep inside of him. His fingers sought and found the sensitive spot within Rúmil's body and lightly brushed against it, smiling when he heard his brother's startled gasp of response.
Rúmil shuddered, his breath coming in quick gasps. "Do that again!"
"This?" Orophin's long fingers brushed his brother's mark, and he was rewarded with a groan of pleasure.
"Ai! Yes!" He rocked his hips back, rising up on his hands as his back arched, nearly screaming in pleasure when is brother's fingers touched that spot within him again. "Orophin!" He quivered, nearly undone, when he felt a third finger press inside of him, sliding into his body and opening him even more.
Orophin's hand left his brother's length to coat his own arousal with oil, his fingers still working slowly in the tight confines of Rúmil's body, pressing deeper, bringing steady and breathless cries of passion from his brother's lips. "Are you ready, meleth nín?" he whispered, watching the lithe body sway, narrow hips flexing against the steady thrust of his fingers, wanting him so badly he could hardly stand it.
"Saes, meleth nín," Rúmil's eyes fluttered shut, his head rolling back against his shoulders as he surrendered to the magic of his brother's touch. "Lle maba, Orophin." (Take me) He trembled with the sudden loss of Orophin's fingers, feeling empty and aching as they left his body. He felt the tip of his brother's arousal press against his opening and could not help but tighten against it, both wanting and fearful.
Orophin felt his brother's body tighten and he stroked his back. "Shh, gwanur," he whispered. "I will not hurt you, I swear." Slowly he pushed against the tight ring of muscles that endeavored to keep him out, a low moan escaping him as his brother's heat enveloped his length.
Rúmil bit back the whimper that rose in his throat as his brother's hardness filled him, the oiled flesh sliding with agonizing slowness into him until he felt the soft touch of Orophin's thighs press against his. It hurt almost unbearably, yet it felt so good, so right, to have his brother sheathed within him this way.
He rested against Rúmil, stroking the trembling back, waiting for his brother to adjust to his length. A light sweat covered the pale skin, and he heard his lover's ragged breaths as he struggled to accept him.
"Amin mela lle, Rúmil," Orophin said softly, trailing soft kisses across the back of his neck and shoulders. "So much, so very much." His hands left their place at his brother's narrow hips to slide up his chest, drawing Rúmil up so that he knelt, the line of his buttocks curving against his thighs. His arousal twitched inside its tight confines, and a soft gasp escaped his brother's throat as Orophin turned his face to kiss him.
Rúmil leaned back against his brother's chest and turned his head to meet Orophin's kiss, the pain beginning to fade as his body adjusted to the length that impaled him. He moaned softly into his brother's mouth as he felt him move their bodies slowly together, Orophin's muscled thighs flexing as he carefully moved inside him. A strong arm held him across his chest as Orophin's hand slid down his stomach to grasp his length, his slow strokes timed with the subtle movements of his hips as he moved his length into him.
The tightness was exquisite, and the soft moans his brother made was music to his ears as he carefully thrust within his heat, his movements controlled and slow. He wanted it to last - never wanted it to end, loving the feeling of Rúmil in his arms, his length buried deep within his brother's body. From the tightening of muscles and the rising urgency of Rúmil's moans, however, he knew that his brother would not last long. He pressed his lips against Rúmil's ear and increased the pace slightly, his thrusts a little more forceful, his strokes to his brother's length a little faster.
Rúmil shuddered, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, no longer feeling anything but the delirious sensations his brother gave him. His head rolled back against Orophin's shoulder, his mouth opened as he gave voice to his pleasure.
"Ai, yes," Orophin crooned, his lips touching his brother's ear as he saw his eyes flutter shut, his moans coming louder as his release grew near. "Come for me, gwanur. Let me see you." He angled his thrusts slightly, striking the hidden spot deep within Rúmil's body, and was rewarded with a loud and keening cry. "Yes!" he whispered, loving the beautiful and wanton way his brother arched against him, his length stiffening in his hands as the warmth of his seed spilled over his fingers.
"Orophin!" Rúmil cried, shuddering his release, feeling his brother bury his length deeper inside of him and welcoming the mixture of pain and pleasure. He heard Orophin's hoarse cry echo his and felt the warmth of his brother's release fill him with its heat. His eyes were closed as he struggled to catch his breath, and he felt the sweet press of Orophin's lips against his neck, his brother's hands softly stroking his hair away from his face.
"Amin mela lle, gwanur," Orophin whispered, holding his brother tenderly against him, his face buried in the curve of Rúmil's neck, his strong arms wrapping around his lithe form and cradling him.
He sighed, feeling his brother's heart beating against his back, loving the feel of having him so close. "Amin mela lle, Orophin." he murmured, opening his eyes slowly, turning his face to look at him.
Orophin's embrace tightened for a moment, before he pulled away, his length leaving the warmth of his lover's body. He lay down on the bed, pulling Rúmil down beside him, cradling him against his chest as his breathing gradually slowed. Rúmil's arm lay across his stomach and he heard his brother give a soft sigh.
"Are you well?" Orophin asked softly, lifting his head slightly to look down at his brother's face.
A slow and contented smile crossed the younger elf's features. "Aye, gwanur," he replied, blinking up at him sleepily.
Orophin smiled, his fingers gently brushing a lock of hair away from his brother's face. "I did not hurt you too much?" he asked hesitantly.
"You did not hurt me," Rúmil replied, stretching his lithe form catlike, practically purring with contentment. He rolled his eyes up at his brother and smiled. "It was wonderful."
He let out the breath he did not realize he was holding, and echoed his brother's smile. "That it was, meleth nín, that it was." He drew his arm around Rúmil's slender shoulders and hugged him close, dropping a soft kiss on his temple.
Rúmil chuckled softly, his fingers drawing idle patterns on the smooth skin of his brother's chest.
"What is it that you find so funny?" Orophin asked, his lips curving slightly.
"It is only that I no longer wish any revenge against Elladan and Elrohir," he replied, rolling to his stomach and propping his chin on his hands, his eyes meeting Orophin's. "Instead, we are in their debt, for if it were not for them, I would be fending off Melaphríl's advances, and you would be doing the same with Galen."
"Aye," Orophin agreed with a smile. "And we would not have had this time together, alone."
"I think, then, that we owe them something for this," Rúmil continued, his fingers brushing lightly over Orophin's nipple, smiling as it hardened beneath his touch.
"What did you have in mind, gwanur?" Orophin asked, his breath catching as Rúmil's fingers explored him, teasing his nipples gently.
"Hmm, maybe a little of the same," he replied, rolling his eyes up at his brother and grinning slyly. "I think they would appreciate the opportunity for some time alone to enjoy each other, the way we have."
Orophin nodded, batting his brother's teasing hands away with a mock scowl. "I do not think you are ready to start things again so soon, tithen gwanur." (little brother) He raised himself up on his elbows and thought for a moment. "I know just the place," he said finally, a slow grin crossing his features. "They will not be bothered there."
Rúmil's eyebrows rose. "Where?"
Orophin laughed, his fingers tracing the edge of his brother's jaw. "Remember the glade we discovered on our last hunting trip together? We could take the twins hunting, and leave them alone for a day or so." His smile turned mischievous as his fingers danced lightly over Rúmil's lips. "You and I could guard them from any interruption."
"And also enjoy a little time alone ourselves," Rúmil added, placing a kiss on Orophin's fingers. "You are clever, gwanur."
"Only because you inspire me, my sweet Rúmil," Orophin said softly, his breath catching when his brother's tongue flickered out to tease his fingertips. He drew a ragged breath. "You must stop that," he admonished lightly when Rúmil took his fingers into his mouth and sucked them greedily.
"Why must I?" Rúmil replied, his hands sliding slowly across Orophin's chest.
"Because I will take you again if you do not. You are far to tempting, meleth nín," came the breathless reply.
Rúmil's head lowered and he deliberately licked the tip of a hardened nipple, his fingers dancing lower on his brother's body. "Then take me, gwanur," he whispered, his eyes darkening with desire. "I am yours."
~*~*~*~
Elladan regarded his reflection in the mirror, smiling with predatory intent.
Elrohir leaned back upon Rúmil's bed watching his brother with admiration; no one was better at seduction than Elladan, and his elder twin had taught him all he knew. He felt his arousal twitch inside his leggings as he gazed upon his brother, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he rose from the bed. "That it were me you were so bent on torturing this evening, gwanur." Elrohir whispered into his elder brother's ear.
Elladan turned and faced his brother, gently caressing his face and running his thumb across his full lips. "My heart belongs to only you, you know this, Elrohir."
Elrohir smiled and whispered, "Aye, I do. But, I cannot help but feel envy for one who takes even one minute of your time from me."
Elladan smiled in return. "I intend to finish what we started this afternoon, melethron nín. (my lover) You know I would never intentionally leave you so wanting."
Elrohir sighed and leaned into his brother's caress, pressing a kiss to his hand before continuing, "It could not be helped, a'maelamin (beloved). We were interrupted."
Elladan slowly tangled his fingers in his brother's hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. "That we were, gwanur," he whispered against his brother's neck, "or I would have feasted upon your beauty for hours." He drew his tongue along Elrohir's jugular as he felt his brother tremble in his arms. "Who do you love, Elrohir?"
"Lle…" came his whispered reply.
"Who owns you, Elrohir?"
"Lle…" Elrohir moaned, his trembling fingers resting upon his brother's tunic.
"Aye, tithen gwanur, I do." Elladan growled into his brother's ear. "As you own me." He drew his tongue along the curve of his twin's ear and whispered. "Two souls, two hearts, forever joined, forever entwined. That is who we are, Elrohir, we belong to one another."
"An uir…" (For eternity) Elrohir whispered.
Elladan turned his head to look into his brother's eyes whispering against his ripe lips, "An uir…" He pressed a heated kiss to his brother's lips before withdrawing. "Come, gwanur… we have an errand to complete."
Elrohir smiled wickedly, "Aye, gwanur."
They turned and departed the talan, taking their separate paths.
~*~*~*~
Elladan stalked down the path to the glade, smiling to himself as he approached the designated meeting place. He spied Melaphríl standing in the clearing, holding the bottle of wine. He could not blame the elf for being taken with Rúmil's sweet beauty, but he was angered at the way he went about procuring it. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering Rúmil's lithe, yielding form, his soft skin and musical sighs, that addictive tight heat and trembling acquiescence when he finally gave in. He had been nearly as beautiful as Elrohir, though not as haunting, not as enslaving; at least not for him. He had an inkling of what had passed in Orophin's mind, and his heart. Orophin now knew what it was to taste forbidden fruit, to love one that belonged to him, yet would be denied if their love was to be discovered.
He set his jaw and smiled evilly as he stepped out from cover of the trees, stalking toward his unwitting pray, fingers playing about the length of rope that hung beneath his cloak. He adopted his most innocent expression as he approached, smiling and clasping his hands behind his back.
"Mae Govannen, Melaphríl. `Tis a fine night for a stroll through the Golden Wood."
Melaphríl started and turned to face the Peredhil, all elves were quiet, but the twins seemed exceedingly good at creeping up on others. He stammered his reply, "Mae Govannen, my Lord. What brings you this far from the city so late?" He nervously looked around, if Rúmil were to approach now then he may be frightened away from their meeting place.
Elladan smiled bewitchingly, "Nothing in particular, my feet just seemed to lead me here; finding you here is a bit of a surprise, meldir." He reached up and trailed his fingers along one silvery braid. "I must say, you are exceedingly handsome in the starlight, Melaphríl."
The Silvan elf swallowed. He absently found himself wondering if the twins practiced in the black arts, for he found himself unable to tear himself away from that seductive pewter gaze.
Elladan looked at the ground, spying the bottle of wine and he smiled. "Are you expecting someone, Melaphríl?"
Melaphríl shifted nervously, breaking Elladan's hold upon his gaze for just a moment and looking around anxiously. "Um, well, yes I am…"
Elladan raised his hand and turned his face to his own, his pewter gaze once again locking onto Melaphríl's. "Aaahh, yes, your little rendezvous with Rúmil. I had forgotten." His fingers trailed along the Silvan elf's jaw. "While I agree that Rúmil is quite fair, I am sorry to inform you that you labor under a false impression."
Melaphríl frowned and replied, "What impression, my Lord?"
Elladan began to slowly circle him as he licked his lips. "That the young marchwarden is an innocent. I can tell you with all certainty he is not."
Melaphríl trembled beneath the Peredhil's gaze, feeling himself like an innocent elfling. "How do you know this, my Lord?"
Elladan smiled and stopped behind him, his deep voice wafting into the elder elf's ear. "It was I who took his virginity. Would you like to hear about it?" He leaned in and whispered, his warm breath fluttering against the curve of his ear. "How I sheathed myself in his trembling body, how he cried out my name and pleaded with me not to stop?" The elder elf moved to leave and he caught him by the arms, pulling him back against his chest. "You would like that wouldn't you? To have that same experience, to have that power over him. I am afraid, meldir, this is not your night. Nay, it is mine, for it is I that will have power over you. You see, I am gifted with my grandmother's sight, and I see what is in that fearful heart of yours Melaphríl. I see how you seek the company of young ones, so that you may possess them on a whim, bend them to your will. What you do not realize is that there is equal power in yielding." His hand drifted down Melaphríl's chest, fingers dancing over the rise in his leggings. "I think it is time you learned to yield, meldir."
Melaphríl's heart stopped in his chest and he began to tremble in the Peredhil's arms. He opened his mouth to protest but found words failing him as he was lead back toward the tree line and pressed against a tree. He felt warm, ripe lips caress the curve of his ear and his traitorous body responded, his arousal hardening almost immediately to Elladan's touch. He croaked out a reply as the sensual onslaught continued, "Saes, hir nín, Im…" (Please, my Lord, I..)
Elladan chuckled as his free hand deftly untied the rope that hung from his belt. "You what, meldir?"
"I do not… I do not… I am…" He moaned as he felt the Peredhil nip his ear and he closed his eyes, feeling his resistance waning. He imagined it was much the same when Elladan took Rúmil, only he was not an inexperienced youngster.
Elladan growled into Melaphríl's ear, "What you are, Melaphríl, is a miscreant who needs to be taught a lesson." He quickly bound the elf to the trunk of the tree, tying him tight so that he could not escape. "One does not procure affection through the use of blackmail. What you did to Rúmil was shameful, and now it is time for you to pay the price for your actions."
Melaphríl barked and tried to escape, but it was too late, the Peredhil had caught him off guard. He struggled against his bonds but his arms were pinned to his sides and he was unable to move. "How dare you!" he snapped.
Elladan sat back upon a rock and chuckled. "How dare I? Now-now, meldir. This is not good sportsmanship… you wanted to play the game. It was you that started this, do not be such a poor loser." He casually regarded his fingernails as he continued, "You sought to gain the comfort of Rúmil's body through less than honest means, and you fully and willingly yielded to my touch, no matter what your lips did to the contrary." He sighed, "Now it appears you are caught in a web of your own deceit. What are you going to do now?"
Melaphríl's face was flushed with a mixture of wanton need and stark humiliation. He struggled once more before releasing a deep breath and resigning himself to the fact that he had been bested. "You are right, my Lord. I did desire Rúmil's company and sought to get it in a less than honest way. I am at your mercy, my Lord."
Elladan leaned back upon his hands, crossing his ankles and cocking his head, regarding the Silvan elf with some curiosity. "Hmmm… I wonder if your apology is sincere. Tell me, meldir, what did you think was going on in that tree before you arrived?"
Melaphríl squirmed against the tree and his face flushed again at the thought. He had a pretty good idea of what had been happening, and when the brothers consented to his request he was sure he was right. He cleared his throat and began to reply when Elladan cut him off.
"Never mind, you need not say the words for I see your thoughts. `Tis a pity you can't read mine, I think you would find much of interest there." He smiled wickedly. "Had I the inclination, I would devise a punishment for you that would be beyond your wildest imaginings… but for now, I am content to wait."
Melaphríl swallowed. He wondered how one so young could have developed such tastes so soon in life. "Content to wait for what, my Lord?"
Elladan smiled again. "For your partner in crime, of course."
~*~*~*~
Elrohir leaned back upon the head of Orophin's bed, propped up against thick pillows, wearing tight black suede leggings and a pale blue tunic. He crossed his legs and smiled, eagerly awaiting his prey.
Galen entered the nearly dark talan after knocking quietly upon the door. As he entered, he saw what he believed to be Orophin's strong form resting upon the bed, the dark obscuring all but the outline of his form. "So, meldir, ready for me so soon?" he purred. He watched as legs uncrossed and arms outstretched for him, and he placed the bottle of wine he had brought with him on the floor. He crawled across the bed and lowered himself upon the strong form when he saw it, a luxurious length of sable hair lying against the pale cloth of the tunic.
He gasped in surprise and moved to rise when he was effortlessly flipped to his back and pinned to the soft bed. "Disappointed?" the deep voice purred.
"What… what are you doing here?" Galen struggled fruitlessly against Elrohir's weight. "Where is Orophin?"
Elrohir chuckled, "Orophin is otherwise, engaged… he asked me to entertain you for the evening." He lowered his face to the Silvan, noting the bright red hue of his cheeks; he breathed deep, taking in the scent of the struggling marchwarden and smiled. "Mmmm… I smell fear, and a little something that smells like… desire?"
"Ai! Release me, Elrohir, I do not consent to this." Galen growled.
Elrohir smiled his most bewitching smile and growled. "Nor do I believe Orophin consented to spending the night with you, or at least he would not have if not coerced." He nuzzled the marchwarden's ear, feeling him falter in his struggle for just a brief moment. "What is it, Galen? Do you not find me desirable? I can assure you, my skills as a lover are finely tuned." He drew his tongue along the marchwarden's jaw. "It is not my way to take one by force, or by deception. If you truly do not want me, then say so, I will release you."
Galen moaned quietly, his traitorous body overriding his mind. Visions of sable hair tangled in his fists as that deep melodious voice moaned his name, and thrusting into that tight willing body crowded his thoughts. "I… I…"
Elrohir chuckled and lifted his weight from the marchwarden. "You wish to use me as you would have used Orophin, do you not? That, meldir, is reserved for another, not for you." He quickly flipped Galen to his stomach.
The marchwarden barked in surprise and began to struggle but it was too late. His wrists were bound behind his back and before he realized it, his ankles were quickly tied as well; a gag was stuffed into his mouth and bound there.
Elrohir chuckled, "I really must have a talk with my Grandmother about the conduct of her guard, it is really quite shameful." He rose from the bed and opened the door in the floor of the talan, placing the trussed marchwarden upon the dumb-waiter and hopping on board with him, using the rope and pulley to lower themselves to the ground.
~*~*~*~
Elladan occasionally tormented his prey, keeping him just on the edge of arousal until his brother arrived. Elrohir came huffing into the clearing, carrying a bound and gagged Galen over his shoulder. Elladan smiled as he turned to help his twin, removing the gag from Galen's mouth and drawing a finger along his twin's jaw. Elladan's fingers trailed through Elrohir's unbound hair and he smiled at his younger twin, aching to press a kiss to his mouth, to stake his claim to those ripe lips in front of their prey.
Elrohir smiled. "This one put up a bit of a struggle."
Elladan smiled in return, his fingers moving from Elrohir's hair to his cheek. "Mine did not, unfortunately."
Elrohir leaned into the caress and spoke softly, "That is because you have superior powers of seduction, gwanur."
"Strip his tunic, and prepare him, gwanur." Elladan purred, reluctantly turning from his brother to his own quarry. "Now, Melaphríl, for a lesson in seduction and humility." He pressed a bruising kiss to the marchwarden's lips, smiling inwardly at the plaintive moan that issued from him as he unlaced his leggings. He head the groan and huff of Galen as his back impacted the tree and heard his whimper as his brother teased him to full arousal. Elrohir quickly untied Galen's wrists and caught them as they sought his body, turning the elf to face Melaphríl. The twins forced them together and tied them tight, both bare chested, with leggings unlaced, and hopelessly aroused.
Elrohir chuckled, "You will find it less stimulating if you cease your struggling. Someone will be by soon to release you. However, if you seek release from your torment, I suggest you get to it… you do not have much time."
Elladan leaned in and in an authoritative voice growled, "You will speak naught of what you witnessed today in the mellryn grove, nor of what you suspect of Orophin and Rúmil, nor of myself and my brother. If you do, details of how you came to be here will be embarrassingly revealed and our grandparents will know of your treachery. Is this understood?"
The two Silvan elves nodded silently and gulped.
Elrohir smiled broadly and chuckled. "Excellent, then we will leave you to it… good night." He placed his arm around Elladan's waist and they grabbed the bottle of wine Melaphríl had brought, leaving the grove together.
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