Title & Chapter Number: Peace Offerings 6/9
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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 6 - Redemption
The two elves lay in a sweaty and sticky tangle on the bed, their clothes in an undignified heap on the floor beside it. Melaphríl's silver hair spilled across the golden skin of his companion's chest as he trembled, struggling not to move as Galen's fingers continued to torment his body. Long slender fingers were buried within him, twitching occasionally, bringing a soft whimper to Melaphríl's lips each time they moved.
Galen pressed his lips against Melaphríl's ear, his tongue idly encircling the pointed tip as he deliberately moved his fingers within the deliciously tight confines of his lover's body, delighting in the keening and plaintive noises it induced. Melaphríl's arousal was stiff against his stomach, untouched, the tip glistening with moisture that gleamed in the soft candlelight that lit his room. His own arousal ached, and he resisted the urge to press it against his lover's firm and wonderfully rounded backside, contenting himself for the moment in bringing Melaphríl's pleasure to a well defined edge. He slid his well oiled fingers deeper, adding a third, and was rewarded with a breathless moan.
"Saes, Galen. Ai!" Melaphríl shuddered when those long fingers struck his mark, his arousal twitching in response.
"Hush, pen maelui, (my lustful one)" Galen lightly admonished, working his fingers slowly in and out of his lover's body. "I will take you when it pleases me, not before."
Melaphríl bit his lip to keep from sobbing, tears of want spilling heedlessly down his cheeks. He cried out when Galen's hand encircled his length and nearly came with the caress, so great was his need. The hand closed firmly around the base of his arousal but did not stroke it further, and Melaphríl whimpered again, wordlessly pleading with his lover for release.
Galen chuckled softly, his eyes roaming with delight over the taut and gleaming body, almost quivering with its desire as he continued his leisurely torment. He had taken Melaphríl once already this evening, taking the edge off his hunger for the beautiful elf's body. He had taken great care to ensure that his lover's needs were met as well, and had relished the throaty cries Melaphríl had given when he had attained his release. With the edge lessened somewhat, he was able to take a more leisurely approach, and it had not taken much convincing to get his lover to acquiesce to his demands.
It was a wholly new experience for Melaphríl, who had never yielded to anyone in this manner. He had always taken the dominant role in his seduction of others, had relished the soft cries and pleading whispers of his lovers as he had tormented them until they were on fire with their need. Now, his role was reversed, and in Galen's hands, he found himself utterly lost. His friend had told him he would accept no less from him, and Melaphríl found himself giving over to the other elf's demands and desires, yielding utterly to his skillful caresses, and wanting more.
He trembled helplessly against Galen, crying out again as his lover's fingers brushed his mark once more. "Saes, maba nín, (Please take me) Galen," he whispered pleadingly. "N'uma ner, maba nín." (No more, take me)
Galen nipped the soft skin of Melaphríl's neck. "You beg so sweetly, lirimaer." He withdrew his fingers slightly and felt his lover's shuddering response. "I could grow used to hearing you plead this way."
Melaphríl groaned as Galen's fingers withdrew completely, and he felt the tip of his lover's arousal press against his opening. He bit his lip as the tip breached him, the hardened length penetrating him with agonizing slowness, sliding inch by inch into his body until he was nearly screaming with his need to be completely filled.
"You are mine, Melaphríl," Galen said huskily, pressing his lips to Melaphríl's ear. "I will not share you with others." He flexed his hips sharply, driving his length the rest of the way into his lover's tight heat, tearing a cry of pleasure from his lover's lips. "Amin," he repeated silkily, withdrawing his length slightly before driving it into Melaphríl's tightness once more. "Say it!"
Melaphríl groaned helplessly, his lover's actions and words making him dizzy with desire and need. "Aye, Galen," he cried, his lean body arching against the other's as Galen's hand began to slowly stroke his length in opposition to his driving, merciless thrusts.
"No one else will have you," Galen growled breathlessly, the tightness of his lover's body driving him closer and closer to the edge. "You will never have another while you are with me."
"Aye, Galen," Melaphríl moaned, his breath coming in harsh waves as he neared his release. He came with a hoarse cry, his body arcing as his release claimed him, tearing a sweet groan from his lips as he shuddered against his lover's body, feeling the warmth of his seed spill from him.
Galen felt the walls of Melaphríl's passage tighten against him, squeezing his length mercilessly as he thrust deeper into his lover's body, crying out his own release as his seed flooded into the tight and welcoming heat. With a final thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he could, collapsing against the trembling body that lay half-way beneath his, his breath coming in short, ragged waves.
When the aftershocks had faded, he pulled his now softened length out of Melaphríl's body, hearing the soft whimper of protest with a smile, and stretched his body out beside his lover's. His arms reached out and pulled the other elf against him, encircling his lithe body and cradling him against his chest.
Melaphríl's body still quivered with the intensity of his release and he lay quietly against his lover's chest, content for the moment, to do nothing more than catch his breath. The feeling of being watched made him lift his head and open his eyes, and he met Galen's blue gaze with his own.
"I meant what I said, Melaphríl," Galen said softly, his fingers brushing over his lover's kiss-swollen lips. His arms tightened briefly around the younger elf, and his eyes gleamed in the dim light of the candles. "If you are to share my bed, I will not share you with any others."
The green eyed elf nodded slowly. "I understand, melethron," he answered with a small smile. "I have no desire for any other."
The sensual lips quirked briefly as Galen lifted an eyebrow questioningly. "Not even the sweet Rúmil?" he asked quietly.
Melaphríl shook his head and licked his lips. "Not even for that fair one. I have all that I could want right here with you."
Galen nodded. "Good," he replied shortly, stroking the soft silver hair that spilled across his chest as Melaphríl lowered his head once more to rest it there. "For I have all that I have desired as well. You are all I could have wanted and more, my beautiful friend."
The younger elf was silent for a moment, before he spoke. "I feel we should make amends with our fellow wardens," he said softly, raising his head once more to look at Galen. His smile was somewhat shy. "I feel I owe them my thanks, for if it had not been for them, I would never have discovered this." His fingers trailed slowly across Galen's chest for emphasis.
A low chuckle escaped the blue eyed elf as he regarded his new lover with bemusement. "Aye, `tis true enough, I suppose," he agreed. "What did you have in mind to settle the peace between them and us?"
The green eyes were thoughtful for a moment, and Galen saw a slow grin cross Melaphríl's beautiful face.
"I know just the thing," he said finally.
When he finished explaining, Galen nodded, with a rueful smile of his own. "You realize, of course, this means it will be another two weeks before we can indulge ourselves in this manner again."
Melaphríl smirked. The naughty expression, Galen thought, sat well upon his face.
"Then we will just have to make the most of the time we have until then," the green eyed beauty answered playfully, bending his head to nip at his lover's lips.
Galen growled, utterly pleased, and rolled the younger elf beneath him in a swift move that brought a surprised gasp to his lover's lips. Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips were mere inches from Melaphríl's. "I think," he said slowly, his eyes holding the other's captive as he slowly ground his hips against his lover's, "That is a very fine idea."
~*~*~*~
Haldir looked at the two wardens before him and didn't bother to disguise his surprise at their request.
"You want to take Rúmil and Orophin's next watch on the fences?" he asked, shaking his head. "You realize that means you will be out there four weeks, without reprieve?"
Galen nodded, glancing at his partner with a small smile. "We understand full well, Captain," he replied easily, glancing back at the other elf.
Haldir frowned, tapping the request against his leg as he eyed them both. "Why are you doing this?" he asked bluntly, looking from one to the other. "I want to know the reason before I grant this request."
Melaphríl smiled, managing to project an air of embarrassment into it. "We lost a wager, sir. It is as simple as that."
The marchwarden and captain of the Galadhrim cleared his throat and looked skyward for a moment. "Did this have anything to do with the, er, situation that Lord Glorfindel and myself happened to find you in last night?"
Galen's smile broadened and he nodded. "Yes sir. Your brothers bet myself and Melaphríl that we could not get loose from the tree if they tied us there, and we bet them that we could."
Haldir's eyebrows rose at this explanation and he shook his head with a heavy sigh. He did not buy it for a minute, but honestly, he decided that he did not really want to know.
"Fine, your request is accepted. You will report for duty on the northern border at dawn. Dismissed." He watched the two elves leave with something akin to relief and sighed again.
"You did not believe that ridiculous story they concocted, my dear marchwarden, did you?" an amused voice purred from behind him, and Haldir spun, glaring up at Glorfindel's laughing countenance. His lover continued to regard him bemusedly, and Haldir's lips finally curved into a smile as he shook his head.
"Not in the least, Glorfindel," he said with a low chuckle. "But honestly, I do not care. So long as the watches are covered."
The golden warrior glanced around the simply decorated room that served as Haldir's office when he was not on duty on the borders, admiring the sparse elegance of it, before turning his heated gaze back to Haldir. "I know that is not the truth full well," he said, stalking closer to where his lover stood. "The knots were not fashioned by Orophin or Rúmil; I would wager three months of duty on the borders of your golden woods on that."
Haldir's eyebrows lifted as he watched his lover move gracefully towards him, caught by the look in Glorfindel's azure eyes. "I would be tempted to see if I could arrange for you to lose that wager," he said, looking up at the slightly taller elf with a faint smile. "Just to have you under my command for three months."
Glorfindel laughed. "I have no doubts of that, meleth nín," he said, his beautiful voice dropping to a husky caress. "Though I would enjoy it more if, say, I were to convince Lord Celeborn that Imladris could use some of your expert and knowledgeable advice on how to improve our border's defenses. I am certain Lord Elrond would be delighted to keep you on permanent retainer." He stepped even closer, the line of his body barely brushing against Haldir's as he held his lover's eyes with his own.
"I am sure," Haldir murmured, mesmerized by the golden beauty before him, "That we can think of something."
"Indeed," whispered Glorfindel, bending his head to press his lips lightly against his lover's mouth. "Now, my dear marchwarden," he said softly when he had released him. "Tell me you are no longer on duty."
Haldir cleared his throat, his pulse quickening at the heated look in Glorfindel's eyes. "I am no longer on duty," he replied.
Glorfindel smiled wickedly, his hands rising to explore the soft gray tunic his lover wore, lingering on the hardened nipples he could feel poking stiffly against the thin fabric. "Tell me that you want to return to your talan and make love to me until I cannot breathe."
Haldir leaned forward, his breath caressing Glorfindel's ear. "I wish to take you back to my talan, and make love to you, my lovely seneschal, my golden warrior, until we *both* cannot breathe!"
~*~*~*~
Rúmil tapped on the door to Elladan and Elrohir's room, and glanced at his brother, smiling faintly as Orophin tugged at the collar of his tunic, trying to cover the small bite mark on his neck. His smile widened as Orophin caught him looking and scowled playfully.
"That is the last time I play bottom, gwanur," he growled, rubbing his fingers over his neck, before tugging the collar once again.
Rúmil stepped forward and placed a kiss on the offending mark, running his lips softly over the sensitive skin of his brother's neck, delighting in the soft gasp that escaped Orophin's lips.
"It will not," he replied, nipping his ear lightly, before darting away, just as the door opened to reveal a rather tousled looking Elrohir
"You are far too sure of yourself, gwanur," Orophin muttered, pinching Rúmil's delectable bottom as they passed through the doorway, noting Elrohir's amused look as he shut the door behind them.
Elladan sat in the bed, the sheets pooled around him, covering his nude form from the waist down as he smiled at the brothers. "Troubles already, friends?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow, raising an arm to welcome Elrohir as he slid back into bed beside him.
Rúmil shook his head, rubbing his bottom where his brother had pinched it. "I was simply reminding my brother that, though he is older than I, he is not always the one in charge of…things."
Elrohir's eyebrows rose and he glanced at his twin, who shook his head with a short laugh. **They will work it out between them, as we did, meleth nín**
"What brings you two here this early?" Elladan asked, ending the silent communication with a fond glance at his lover. "Not that we are not happy to see you," he added with a knowing smirk. His fingers idly trailed through the length of Elrohir's hair as he regarded the two elves in front of him.
Orophin glanced away, stepping closer to his brother. "We came to thank you for what you did, and to offer you something in return."
"Really?" Elladan purred, sitting up and moving forward in the bed, the sheet sliding away. Elrohir copied his movements as they crawled towards the brothers, hiding their smirks as they saw their gray-blue eyes widen in a mixture of desire and apprehension.
"No," Rúmil interjected quickly. "Not that. We meant to give you some time alone together, as you did for us, in a place where you will not have to worry about being interrupted."
"Ah," Elladan smiled, sitting back, leaning comfortably against the warmth of this brother. "That would indeed be a gift we would most enjoy."
Elrohir stroked his brother's back softly, before resting his head on his shoulder, looking up at Orophin and Rúmil. "Where is this place you suggest?" he asked curiously.
"We discovered it on our last hunting trip together," Orophin replied, quietly relieved when the twins seemed to be simply teasing them. "It is several days ride from here, but it is quite secluded, and easily guarded from approach."
Elladan glanced at his twin, dropping a light kiss on his forehead, before looking back at the two brothers. "That sounds wonderful," he said honestly, grinning at them both. "When do we leave?"
"Well…" Rúmil began, when a knock at the door interrupted them.
Elrohir glanced at his naked twin and at his own half-clothed form in dismay.
"Who is it?" Elladan called, searching frantically for his sleeping shirt and not finding it, much to his consternation.
"It is Haldir. Are my brothers with you?"
Orophin's eyes widened as he quickly realized the problem. With a nod to Rúmil, both elves quickly shed their tunics and leggings, dropping their clothing in an ungraceful heap on the floor, before climbing into bed with Elladan and Elrohir.
Silently blessing their quick thinking, and selflessness, Elladan pulled Rúmil into his arms, as Elrohir did the same to Orophin. Elladan swiftly pulled the sheet across them so that it covered their bodies from the waist down. Satisfied that all looked as it should, he answered. "They are. "Did you need to speak with them?"
They could hear Haldir's aggravated sigh through the door. "Yes. Or I would not be here." There was a moment's pause and they heard him mutter. "I would much rather be someplace else, for certain."
"Come in, then," Elladan answered, tucking Rúmil firmly against him, wrapping his arm around the younger elf's waist.
The door opened and Haldir entered, his steps faltering a moment when he took in the sight of four tousled and naked elves in one bed. His eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head, his lips tightening into a thin line. "I came to tell you that Melaphríl and Galen have taken your next rotation on the fences." He looked away, the muscle in his jaw twitching slightly under the tension from his clenched teeth. "You have four weeks until your next duty shift."
"Oh, that is perfect," Elladan said, snuggling closer to Rúmil, smirking slightly as the younger elf squirmed delightfully in response. "We were just discussing going on a hunting trip, and had not decided upon when."
"Aye," Orophin's voice sounded oddly breathless, and Haldir's eyes narrowed slightly as he caught he slightest hint of movement from Elrohir's arm beneath the quilts that barely covered them. "It would seem now would be a good time."
Haldir could only agree. Anything to keep from walking in on another scene such as this. "Fine," he said shortly, turning on his heel. "I will see you when you return." He could not let himself out of the room fast enough. The sight of them had, oddly enough, aroused him, and the thought of Glorfindel waiting for him in his room was enough to make the marchwarden's normally even and graceful walk turn into a quick run.
The door had just closed behind their brother, when Rúmil heard his brother ask, his voice sounding somewhat strangled, "Elrohir, what do you think you are doing?"
Elrohir chuckled. "My apologies, meldir," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I just cannot seem to help myself."
Orophin hesitated before squirming away, grabbing Rúmil's hand and pulling him from the bed and Elladan's reluctantly released grasp. Orophin and Rúmil quickly dressed, pulling on their leggings and tunics. Orophin caught the sweet glance his brother cast Elladan and grumbled, "We are expected at the Lord and Lady's table at sundown. We must go now."
Elladan threw a quick wink at Rúmil as Elrohir snuggled against him. "Of course, meldir. We will see you at dinner then?"
Rúmil smiled and bowed, his hand over his heart. "At dinner…"
Orophin dragged a slightly flushed Rúmil from the twins' room.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel grunted as he was pushed abruptly against the wall, Haldir's firm body pressed against his own. "Well, melethron…" he purred, "pleased to see me are you?" The Vanya's head fell back and a groan escaped his lips as his lover's hands tore his robe open and urgently sought contact with his flesh.
Haldir growled into the Eldar's ear, "Pleased is not the exact word I would use, rwalaer (lusty one)." Glorfindel's soft laugh melted into a deep moan as the marchwarden ground his rigid arousal against him and firmly took his own in hand. "Aniron lle, Vanya, desperately."
The warrior arched his back and bent his knee, pressing the length of his body into his lover and sliding the inside of one thigh against Haldir's hip. "Then take me, melethron, and do it roughly," the Eldar growled.
Haldir tore the Eldar's robe from him, nearly throwing his lover's nude body upon the bed. Glorfindel lay upon his back, stroking his own stomach as he waited for his lover, watching Haldir furiously strip his own garments. Haldir climbed upon the bed, grasping the Eldar's shoulder and rolling him to his stomach. He stroked his own arousal, coating it with his seed, before pulling the Eldar's hips from the bed. Glorfindel balanced on his hands and knees before him, legs spread wide in anticipation of his lover's rigid length. Haldir entered him with one smooth thrust, flexing his hips and striking his mark. Glorfindel arched his back and cried out, bucking back against his lover and wadding the covers in his fists. Haldir drove in and withdrew, burying himself in his lover's body, digging his fingers into the Vanya's hips.
"Say my name, Glorfindel," Haldir growled breathlessly, his body straining with the force of his thrusts. "I want to hear my name upon your sweet lips."
"Haldir… meleth nín…" came the Vanya's breathless reply. He trembled with his impending release, his rigid arousal aching and weeping, a thin sheen of sweat beading upon his skin.
Haldir cried out as he climaxed, spilling his essence inside the warrior's beautiful body and collapsing upon his back. Glorfindel shuddered beneath him, aching, burning for his lover. He slowly lowered both their bodies to the bed, panting for breath, feeling Haldir still inside him, feeling his own arousal press painfully into the bedding. Strong, archer's hands brushed the tangle of golden mane from his face, and soft, pink lips caressed his cheek.
Haldir weakly lifted his weight from his lover's tense form, slowly sliding from his comforting heat as he rolled Glorfindel to his back. The Eldar moaned softly as Haldir's lips made their way across his chest and abdomen, his tongue dipping into the warrior's navel before continuing lower. Glorfindel cried out again as he took him into his mouth, feeling his sweet, aching flesh slide between his lips, his pulsating, heated length fill his mouth. Haldir heard his name upon his lover's lips once again as he brought Glorfindel to completion, listening to the beautiful sound of his lover's voice breathlessly cry out to him.
The two warriors lay curled against one another for a few moments, the silence filled by the sound of their breathing. Haldir took a deep breath and whispered, "I did not hurt you did I, a'maelamin?"
Glorfindel smiled and pulled him closer, "Mmmm… no, meleth nín, you did not."
Haldir snuggled against his neck and smiled. "Ah, good. I did quite enjoy that."
Glorfindel chuckled and pressed a kiss upon the marchwarden's forehead. "Did you now? Good, I am glad." He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, smiling down at his lover. "But you cannot mean that you have not done that before? Surely one with a reputation such as your own would have taken such liberties with his lovers."
Haldir squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading. "I would prefer not to discuss it, meleth nín."
Glorfindel shook his head. "Now-now, a'maelamin, no secrets between us… remember? Nothing left unsaid, that was the agreement."
Haldir sighed. "Glorfindel…"
Glorfindel furrowed his brow. "Haldir… do not tell me we are about to have another disagreement so soon…"
Haldir rolled to his back and placed his arm over his eyes, and his lover sat up and removed it, azure eyes peering into his very soul. His cheeks flushed slightly and he muttered, "I have not…"
Glorfindel's eyes widened and a smile crossed his perfect lips. "Say again? I do not believe I heard you correctly. I could swear you said you had not."
Haldir squirmed under the Eldar's piercing gaze and cleared his throat. "That is correct, I said I had not."
Glorfindel smiled broadly. "Really? So, I am your first then? How delicious…"
"Do not make fun of me, Glorfindel…" Haldir grumbled.
Glorfindel pinned his lover's wrists over his head and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. "I would never make fun of you, meleth nín. You forget I am far older than you, it is to be expected that I would have done things you have not."
Haldir smiled reluctantly. "I am afraid that my `reputation' has somehow taken on a life of its own. While I am not an innocent, I am not as experienced as some would have you believe."
Glorfindel nuzzled the marchwarden's ear. "Ah, my beautiful, honorable, chaste, Haldir. What a precious gift you are to me."
Haldir's eyebrows rose in denial. "I am not chaste."
Glorfindel chuckled. "That is certainly true, a'maelamin. You are, however, delectable."
Haldir laughed softly as his beloved Balrog Slayer caressed his neck with his soft lips. "We have to bathe and dress for dinner, meleth nín. Will you wear the robe I had made for you? It is so beautiful with your azure eyes and golden hair."
Glorfindel smiled as he caressed his lover's face. "For you, meleth nín, I would do anything."
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