Title & Chapter Number: Peace Offerings 5/9
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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 5 - Disaster Averted
"Saes, gwanur…" Elrohir pleaded, tears running in silver rivulets down his cheeks. "Avo daur." (Don't stop)
"You ache for me do you not?" Elladan whispered.
"Uma…" he whispered. (Yes)
Elladan drew his tongue in lazy circles around his twin's painfully hard nipple, slowly undulating his lower body against Elrohir's weeping arousal. "I love the feeling of your seed upon my skin, tithen gwanur. I would have you covered in my own."
"Cover me, Elladan, drown me in it." Elrohir arched his back and groaned plaintively, straining against his bonds, feeling as though he would explode at any moment.
Elladan growled possessively as his hands caressed his brother's body; fingers splayed wide to encompass as much of his flesh as possible. He froze, hearing the sounds of someone approaching. "Not again…" he grumbled, quickly reaching up and untying Elrohir's wrists as he buttoned his own tunic, tugging it down to cover his erect desire.
"Ai…" Elrohir whimpered, quickly lacing up his leggings as Elladan moved to the other side of the room.
A knock came upon the door as Elrohir straightened his hair, strategically placing a pillow upon his lap. "Come…" he croaked, coughing to clear his throat.
Haldir's silver head poked through the opening of the doorway and his eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the twins in his brother's room. As he entered, he quickly surveyed the scene, noting the messed up bed and the flushed and hungry look upon the twins' faces.
The marchwarden stood in the middle of the room, arms folded across his chest, "What are the two of you doing here? Where is Orophin?"
"Here, gwanur." Orophin's voice came drifting up through the door as he entered, followed closely by Rúmil.
Rúmil scrambled through the opening, doing as his elder brother had done and seeing they were on the verge of disaster. Without thinking, he quickly crossed the room to Elladan, sitting upon his knee and placing his arms about his neck. "I am sorry, Elladan, I did not mean to be gone so long." He said softly.
Elladan smiled, appreciating the quick thinking of the youngest Lórien brother and wrapped his arms around his waist, shifting as he felt Rúmil's weight against his erect arousal. "No harm done, lirimaer. (lovely one) Your brother is here looking for you and Orophin."
Orophin, following his brother's lead, crossed to a bare chested Elrohir, sitting at his feet and shifting back between his legs, draping his arms around the Peredhil's thighs. "What brings you here, gwanur?" He asked sweetly, cocking his head and feeling Elrohir's hands trail through his unbound hair.
Haldir frowned, something was amiss, he knew it, but his brothers were intent upon playing this game. "I came to inform you that the rotation has been changed, you and Rúmil do not report for another week."
Orophin smiled, "Ah, lle hannon, gwanur." (thank you, brother)
Haldir stepped closer and looked at Elrohir, noting the tracks that his tears left upon his face. "Is everything all right, Elrohir?"
Elrohir smiled, "Of course, why do you ask, Haldir?"
Haldir waived his hand in the direction of the Peredhil's face. "You look as though you were crying."
Elrohir smiled and cleared his throat, searching his brain for a plausible excuse. Orophin looked back at Elrohir and cleared his throat, returning his gaze to his brother's. "I was singing." He blurted out.
Haldir frowned, "You cannot sing, Orophin."
"Precisely…" Rúmil chimed in, "it was so dreadful that we all started laughing, poor Elrohir nearly laughed himself to death."
Elrohir looked at Rúmil in surprise and snorted, as did Elladan, Orophin merely grumbled.
Haldir growled in frustration and turned. "Very well, I guess all is well here, I will be going." He departed through the door, closing it behind him.
Elrohir's head lolled back against the chair as he heaved a sigh of relief. Orophin leapt to his feet and grumbled. "Thank you, Rúmil, thank you very much."
Rúmil scrambled out of Elladan's lap, grunting when the Peredhil did not immediately release him, crossing the room to his brother. "I am sorry, Orophin. I could not think of anything else to say, I meant no offense."
Elladan rose to his feet, and began to cross the room when Haldir's head popped back through the door. He grabbed Rúmil and pulled him back to his chest, the younger elf grunting as he impacted it.
Elrohir leapt to his feet, reaching Orophin just as the marchwarden's head came back through the doorway, wrapping his arms about Orophin's waist.
"I forgot to mention…" Haldir started, frowning again at the strange look upon the elves' faces.
"Yes?" Elladan crooned as he nuzzled Rúmil's neck.
"The Lord and Lady are having a formal dinner tonight, be dressed and in the hall at sunset."
Orophin's voice cracked as he felt Elrohir pinch his backside. "Of course, gwanur. We will be there."
Haldir grumbled as he slipped back through the door, drawing the door shut over his head. Elladan quickly stepped on it, barring further interruption as he released Rúmil.
"Ai!" Orophin barked as he stepped away from Elrohir, rubbing his backside and drawing Rúmil to him.
Elrohir chuckled as he winked at his elder twin. Elladan stood firmly upon the hatch door and grumbled. "Can an elf not get any peace around here? How am I supposed to properly ravage my brother with these constant interruptions?"
Orophin sank to the bed, his arm still around Rúmil. "How do the two of you do this day after day? The fear of getting caught is exhausting."
Elrohir crossed the room to Elladan, wrapping his arms around his waist and nestling his head against his neck. "'Tis well worth it if you ask me, Orophin. I could not live without my brother's touch."
Elladan smiled as he stroked his brother's hair. "Aye, you will grow accustomed to it, Orophin, and you will learn ways to avoid being caught." Elladan placed a kiss upon his brother's head and silently communicated to him. Elrohir smiled and nodded, turning to face the Lórien brothers who sat next to one another upon the bed. "How is it that you come to be here at such a fortuitous time?"
Orophin sighed. "We were leaving your talan and saw Haldir climbing the ladder. We figured you two may need some help." He gazed at the twins, arms wrapped around one another, heads pressed together and thought for the second time since meeting them, how perfect they were with each other. He felt Rúmil's head upon his own shoulder and he tightened his grip, wanting to hold his brother this way forever more.
"Aye, we did, and we thank you, both of you." Elladan smiled. "There is something you want from us, is there not?" He softly asked.
Orophin swallowed and felt Rúmil's head lift from his shoulder. He did not have to answer because his brother did it for him.
"Yes…" Rúmil breathed.
Elrohir smiled. "What is it, lirimaer?"
Rúmil whispered, "We would like to watch you, if you would permit us."
Elladan chuckled, "Have you not done that, once already?"
Orophin's face flushed crimson as he looked at the floor. "We are sorry for spying on you, in the glade. The two of you have become friends to us, that was not an honorable thing to do to friends."
Rúmil looked at his brother and nodded. "Aye, we are sorry."
Elladan smiled and approached the bed, kneeling at Rúmil's feet. He reached up and caressed his face and whispered. "There is little I could deny one who asks so sweetly. If it is what you desire, then it is what you shall have pen neth." (Young one) He held out his hand to Elrohir and turned to Orophin. "Take your brother and sit in that chair."
Orophin swallowed and nodded, tugging Rúmil with him. He sat in the wide chair and wrapped his arms around Rúmil's waist as his younger brother snuggled against him.
Elrohir slid an iron bar through the bracket and ring on the door, effectively barring it from being opened from the other side and joined his brother at the foot of the bed. He knelt before him, bowing his head as his hands hung down at his sides.
"What do you desire, gwanur?" Elladan whispered.
"To please you, gwanur." Elrohir whispered.
"Do you know how to please me?" Elladan whispered.
Elrohir's hands crept up the sides of his brother's legs as he pressed his mouth to the rise in Elladan's leggings. Elladan leaned his head back as a low growl issued from his throat. "Aaahh… yes, that is it, meleth. (love) You do indeed know how to please me."
"Saes, herdir (master)… may I touch you? May I taste you?" Elrohir purred.
"Aye, nín bain, (my beauty) you may." Elladan responded.
Orophin shifted in the chair as he felt his arousal come fully awake. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Rúmil's anxious whimpers floated into his ears as he felt his brother shifting on his lap, pressing his buttocks against his erect desire. He watched as Elrohir slowly untied the laces of Elladan's leggings and slid them down to the floor, exposing the elder Peredhil's erect arousal as Elladan kicked his leggings aside.
Elrohir reached for him with his hands, only to have them batted away. "No, Elrohir, no hands, you know better."
Elrohir nodded, "Dihena nín, herdir." (Forgive me, master)
Elladan stroked his hair as he watched Elrohir clasp his hands behind his back, the fingers of one hand locking around the wrist of his other. "It is all right, pen maelui." (Lustful one) He moaned as Elrohir took his length in his mouth, his full lips sliding along his swollen flesh. His twin's moans and urgent whimpers resonated along his engorged length and he held his breath, clinging to the edge of the abyss that he fell into each time he made love to his brother. Unbearable heat began to build within his body and he furiously stripped his tunic, flinging it to the floor as Elrohir took him deeper. "Elrohir, far… (enough)" he growled. His command went unheeded as Elrohir took him in deeper still, hungrily swallowing and drawing him in completely. He clenched his jaw and growled louder, "Daro si, (Stop now) Elrohir!" placing his hands on his twin's shoulders and prying him away almost painfully.
Elrohir rocked back on his heels, gasping at the loss of his brother's warm, welcome heat in his mouth, and he looked up at him with glazed eyes. Orophin's deep moans and Rúmil's plaintive whimpers registered in the back of his mind, but his attention was focused on his twin, on his reason for living, on the center of his existence.
Elladan regained his composure, gazing down into his brother's darkened eyes. His fingers trailing over his flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "So beautiful…" he whispered, "so wanton…"
Elrohir's own arousal strained against his leggings and he felt that desperate ache inside him again, the need to be filled, the overriding desire to be possessed by his brother. "Pathra nín, saes, (Fill me, please) Elladan." He whispered huskily. "Aniron lle, meleth nín. (I want you, my love)"
Orophin's hand drifted down his brother's chest, fingers dancing over the rise in Rúmil's leggings as his younger brother shifted against him, arching his back and leaning his head upon his shoulder.
Elladan grasped him by the shoulders, hauling him to his feet roughly. He quickly stripped Elrohir's tunic and flung it next to his own, his fingers moving to the laces of his leggings. "Aniron cen lle, nín bain…(I want to see you, my beauty)" Elladan whispered, pushing Elrohir's leggings past his hips and tossing them aside. His hands roamed possessively over his brother's body as Elrohir trembled at his touch. Elrohir clenched his fingers into fists by his sides as he was commanded by his brother's touch, utterly and completely possessed by it. He cried out as Elladan's mouth latched onto a pebbled nipple and suckled it, digging his fingers into Elrohir's firm buttocks.
Tears began to flow from Elrohir's eyes once again as he was overtaken with desperate want. He began pleading with his brother, "Saes, gwanur (Please, brother), no more, Im baur lle… (I need you)"
Elladan left his brother's inflamed nipple and took his face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over his full lips. "Sui lle iest, gwanur (As you wish, brother)." He whispered. He motioned toward the bed with his eyes and Elrohir climbed upon it, coming to rest on all fours, head hanging down as he rocked back and forth in heated anticipation.
Elladan stood at the foot of the bed and admired his brother's powerful body. He turned to Orophin, watching as the Silvan teased his own younger brother into submission. "You and I are much alike, meldir." He said softly. "We may dominate those we love, but we are the ones who are truly enslaved, powerless to resist their beauty." He turned back to his brother, and ran his hands over the curve of his powerful back, moaning as he watched him tremble and yield.
He drew the tip of his tongue along his spine and whispered in his ear, "You enslave me, Elrohir, I would give my life for you." He placed his slick arousal at his brother's entrance. "I commit my soul to flames for you, gwanur, I damn myself to everlasting torment for your love." He entered his body in one smooth thrust, striking his target as he sheathed himself in Elrohir's heat.
Elrohir cried out as he bucked back against him, tears falling from his eyes as he whispered over and over, "Amin mela lle, Elladan."
He rode his brother's beautiful body to completion, groaning as he spilled himself in Elrohir's heat. He dropped his head to his twin's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "All for you, meleth nín, all I do is for you."
Elrohir trembled beneath him, slowly lowering both their bodies to the bed, shifting as his throbbing arousal pressed into the mattress. He felt Elladan's hands upon his shoulders and he allowed them to guide him to his back. He groaned as his twin's soft lips trailed down his abdomen, taking his pulsating length into his mouth and bringing him to his own completion.
"That is how I feel about you, Orophin." Rúmil whispered into his brother's ear. "I love you that much. I want you that much."
Orophin groaned as he felt Rúmil's buttocks press against his now engorged arousal. He saw Elladan and Elrohir slowly rise from the bed, taking a moment to hold one another before dressing. Neither twin said another word as they left Orophin and Rúmil, stealthily scaling back down the ladder and returning to their own talan.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel grumbled as he searched the bureau for combs for his hair. He crossed the room and plopped upon the bed, elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. **What happened that afternoon? How did a harmless joke go so far astray?** He was immersed in his thoughts and did not hear the marchwarden enter his talan, his first indication of his presence was his hands upon his shoulders. He looked up into Haldir's gray-blue eyes, his own face expressionless.
Haldir knelt before his lover and spoke softly, "Forgive me, meleth nín, I do not understand myself sometimes. I did not mean what I said earlier, you know I see you as more than that."
Glorfindel leaned back and cocked his head, his brow furrowed as he regarded his lover kneeling before him. "How do you see me, Haldir, exactly? I am no fawning maid that will grovel at your feet and beg for your love. I do not need your patronizing apologies or sweetly worded excuses for what it was you said. I know the intent behind the words, I am no fool." Haldir grumbled as he stood up, pacing back and forth across the floor. Glorfindel watched his lover and sighed, "Ai, Haldir. It was foolish for you and I to believe we could love as others do, we are not as they are. You and I, we are too practical, too fierce to woo one another that way. Perhaps it is best that these words were spoken, perhaps it is best that we know where we truly stand with one another."
"Damn you, Glorfindel!" The marchwarden barked. "You know where I stand, I told you I love you, I meant that! I have never said those words to another, not like that. Are you telling me now that you spoke false? Are you telling me that you do not love me as I love you?"
Glorfindel flopped to his back upon the bed, covering his face with his hands. "Ai, Haldir! I do not know what I am saying, this is new to me, all…" he waived one hand around the room, "this. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Why is that so hard? Why is this so hard?"
Haldir's voice softened, "It is not hard, a'maealmin."
The Vanya continued, "I did not mean to hurt you earlier, I was merely teasing. I am not used to males being so sensitive. I do not want to have to question my own feelings, doubt my own words when I am with you."
Haldir struggled to maintain control of his temper; he would not let it get the best of him this time. "You do not have to do that, meleth nín." He took a deep breath and continued, "I have never loved another as I do you, Glorfindel. I am sorry if there are times I feel unsure."
Glorfindel sat up and looked at his lover. "You are unsure? Unsure of what?"
Haldir looked at the floor and quietly answered, "Of myself, Glorfindel. If this were battle it would be easier, that is something I understand. Love, love is something I do not."
Glorfindel rose from the bed and wrapped his arms around his lover. "Never doubt my love for you, Haldir. It is unwavering, as is my loyalty. I have given my heart to you, I will not take it back."
Haldir sank into his lover's embrace and buried his face in his neck. "I feared I had lost you, a'maelamin. My heart grew as hard and cold as a stone in my chest," He whispered. "I do not think I could bear losing you."
Glorfindel caressed his lover's hair and whispered, "Nor could I, meleth nín, nor could I."
~*~*~*~
No sooner had their captain and his companion left them to gather what dignity they had left, then Melaphríl felt himself pressed against the very same tree they had just been tied to, Galen's lips at his throat as his nimble fingers sought the laces he had just retied.
"Ai! What are you doing?" Melaphríl gasped, trying to push Galen away, his cheeks still burning from the humiliation that had been heaped upon him by the Peredhil. To have been found thus - by his captain! His hands shoved against the unyielding hardness of Galen's chest, and he gasped in surprise when his friend captured both hands with his own, his lean fingers wrapping around his wrists and pulling his arms over his head.
Galen saw Melaphríl's green eyes go wide as he pressed himself against his friend's lithe body, grinding his hips against the narrower ones in a slow tease. "I still want you, meldir," Galen whispered huskily, his lips inches from Melaphríl's. "Aníron lle."
Melaphríl shook his head, his braids sliding forward with the movement, mesmerized by the way that Galen's blue eyes had darkened with desire. He struggled to speak, his eyes focused on the soft mouth that was so close to his, he could feel the caress of breath against his lips. "No," he said softly. "You do not want me; you seek only to satisfy yourself after being tormented by Elrohir. You do not want *me*," he repeated.
Galen's lips touched Melaphríl's softly, gently, coaxing a soft moan from his friend's mouth before he drew back. His eyes glittered brightly as he looked at the green eyed elf. "I have always desired you, meldiramin," he whispered. "Long have we been friends, yes? Long have I watched you pursue others, never thinking that you would turn those desires to me, never believing that you would want me." His tongue flicked out and traced the edge of Melaphríl's upper lip, eliciting another soft moan from his friend. "Always the younger elves, always the innocent ones. Never did you seek companionship from another such as myself, one with experience, who would make you yield to your body's desires."
"Galen," Melaphríl struggled to speak, his eyes closing as his friend's lips caressed the soft skin at his throat, his tongue sliding slowly under his jaw line to the hollow beneath his ear. "Why did you not speak?" he managed finally, when those wondrously silken lips left their teasing torment of his ear.
A low chuckle escaped the other elf as he regarded his friend. "I did not think you would find me desirable," he said softly. "Until now." He bent his head and claimed Melaphríl's lips again, pressing a bruising kiss against his mouth, his tongue sliding between his lips and savoring the warmth inside.
"I did not believe you thought of me in that way," Melaphríl whispered, once he could speak again, his lips still burning from Galen's kiss. "I did not think you ever considered me as anything more than your friend." He dropped his gaze for a moment and took a deep breath. "I chased the young ones, aye, I know it well. It was a useful diversion to keep me from the one I desired, one who I believed would never desire me in return." He lifted his head and met Galen's piercing blue gaze steadily, taking a deep breath. "Aníron lle, Galen. Only you, always you."
Galen's smile curved his generous mouth as he looked at his friend. "Then I believe there is only one solution at hand for this situation we find ourselves in, meldir," he said softly, his thumbs lightly caressing the soft skin of Melaphríl's wrists. He leaned in, pressing his lips against the other elf's ear and whispered, "Your talan or mine?"
~*~*~*~
"Lle naa vanima, (You are beautiful) Haldir," Glorfindel whispered, sliding his length into his lover's heat in one smooth exquisite stroke, groaning softly as Haldir's tight warmth enclosed him. He reached up and stroked the silken hair that lay like a silver cloud on the pillow, his fingers sliding over the braids as he leaned forward to kiss his lover. "Meleth nín," he sighed, his lips brushing lightly over Haldir's as he began to move, thrusting slowly into him.
Haldir groaned softly, closing his eyes as his lover claimed his body, heart and soul. Strong and skillful fingers stroked his arousal in time with Glorfindel's thrusts, and he arched beneath his skillful manipulations, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps as his lover drove him closer to completion with his caress.
"Ai, meleth nín," Glorfindel murmured, loving the sight of the proud marchwarden so lost in his pleasure, pleasure that he was responsible for. "Amin mela lle, Haldir. Never doubt it." His own breath quickened as Haldir tightened beneath him, the deep groans of pleasure his lover gave nearly sending him over the edge.
"Glorfindel!" Haldir cried out his lover's name as his release consumed him, feeling the golden warrior thrust deep within him in response, his own cry of ecstasy echoing his as his seed spilled into Haldir's body.
Afterwards he pulled Haldir's body against him, curling his own body around the marchwarden's lithe frame, his arms around his stomach as he pressed his lips against his ear. He heard his lover's soft sigh of contentment and smiled.
"We should do this more often," Glorfindel said quietly, his lean fingers stroking the firm muscles of Haldir's stomach.
"Which?" Haldir replied with a soft chuckle, turning his head so he could meet the azure gaze. "Fight? Or apologize and make love till we are both breathless." Glorfindel smirked. "The latter. I think we should skip the fight altogether."
Haldir sighed, closing his eyes and stretching his lean frame beside the firmly muscled one of his lover. "I agree wholeheartedly, a'maelamin." Gentle but firm fingers brushed his cheek, and he opened his eyes to meet Glorfindel's gaze.
"Amin mela lle, Haldir. Do you believe it?" The seneschal asked softly.
Slowly, the marchwarden nodded, his breath catching at the tenderness he saw in his lover's eyes. "Amin mela lle, Glorfindel," he replied, his voice equally hushed. "I will not doubt it again."
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