Title & Chapter Number: Peace Offerings 7/9
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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 7 - Fated Love
Elrohir sat cross-legged on the bed as Elladan sat behind him, combing through his damp hair, dividing it into sections, preparing to braid it. The younger Peredhil sighed as he felt his twin's long fingers run through his hair and he stroked the outside of Elladan's calves gently with his strong hands. "I dread having dinner with Grandmother and Grandfather." He said softly.
Elladan leaned forward, placing a soft kiss upon the back of his twin's head. "As do I, gwanur, as do I."
Elrohir looked at the rumpled covers of the bed, his voice sounded small and tired as he spoke. "They are so tedious. I would rather stay here in bed with you, I am weary." He yawned slightly as he leaned back into his brother's embrace.
Elladan blinked slowly, a yawn forming upon his lips as well. "What choice do we have, Elrohir? If we do not go, you know we will never hear the end of it and we will be in trouble with Adar and Naneth (Father and Mother). But I agree, it would be far more pleasant to spend the evening in your arms." He answered softly. "Did I tire you out, gwanur?"
Elrohir purred quietly, "Mmm... yes, but it is a nice sort of tired."
Elladan sighed. "It is... it most definitely is."
As Elladan placed the last clip in his twin's hair, Elrohir leaned back into him, quietly sighing. "How long do we have? Can we take a little nap?."
Elladan wrapped his arms around his twin's frame. "Perhaps, a short one." Elrohir twisted in his brother's arms so that he could lay his head upon Elladan's shoulder as the elder twin lay back upon the pillows, gathering his brother in his embrace. Elladan held his twin, wondering what would become of them, when their kin sailed to the undying lands.
Elrohir sat up and stared into Elladan's face, running his fingers over his full lips and watching them curve into a smile. "I am grateful for you, gwanur."
Elladan opened his eyes and watched his twin's beautiful face descend upon him, his pewter eyes close slowly, his lips part softly as they prepared to meet his own.
A knock upon the door broke their moment, and Elrohir quickly moved to a chair beside the bed as Elladan ushered their visitor in.
Glorfindel entered Elladan's room and closed the door behind him. The warrior looked at Elrohir, then Elladan. "You two have been up to mischief."
Both Elladan and Elrohir's faces grew ashen pale as they froze under the piercing gaze of their seneschal. Elladan swallowed. "Glorfindel, it is my fault, I made Elrohir do it…"
Elrohir leapt to his feet and barked at his twin. "Do not take responsibility for me, gwanur, I do not need to be protected."
Elladan took to his feet and placed his hands on his twin's shoulders. "Elrohir, you would not have done it if I had not…"
Glorfindel interjected, "Who started it is unimportant. I can not have the two of you running around tying Galadhrim to trees, it is not conduct becoming the heirs of Imladris." Elladan's voice froze in his throat and he felt suddenly dizzy as he sank to the bed and Elrohir bit his lip, sinking back into the chair he had been sitting in. The warrior continued, "Luckily for you, your victims were unwilling to share the details of their embarrassing predicament, and Haldir did not deem it necessary to push the matter further." He took a deep breath and placed his hands upon his hips. "However, I know the two of you were involved, I recognized your handiwork. I do not want to have to talk to you again about this while we are here. Is this understood?"
Both twins nodded mutely and sighed relief when the door closed behind the warrior.
~*~*~*~
Dinner with the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood could be a long and tedious affair. Thankfully, that evening, the attendees were limited to the twins, Elrond and Celebrían, Glorfindel and Haldir, and Rúmil and Orophin. The Lord and Lady sat at opposite ends of the table; Glorfindel and Haldir sat across from one another, flanking Celeborn. Elrond and Celebrían were opposite one another, flanking Galadriel, and the twins sat next to one another opposite Rúmil and Orophin. Rúmil and Orophin were not often invited to have dinner with the Lord and Lady, but because they had become close friends with the twins, they were included.
Elladan regarded Rúmil with predatory intensity; he enjoyed watching the young one squirm a bit. Truth be told, he found Rúmil to be enticing enough, and he would not mind in the slightest holding him in his arms again and listening to his sweet sighs. He glanced at Rúmil as he took a juicy bite of fish from his fork, wrapping his lips around it and sliding it off.
Rúmil swallowed as he sipped his wine, watching those ripe lips go about their work, remembering Elladan's touch and his smooth tenor voice in his ear. His heart belonged to Orophin, of that, there was no doubt, but there was something about the elder Peredhil that was impossible to resist.
Elladan closed his eyes briefly when he felt the caress of his brother's hand upon his inner thigh. Elrohir was insatiable and bold beyond measure, and he was utterly irresistible. He may have been the one to seduce Elrohir initially, but everyday since, Elrohir owned his heart. He blinked as he felt the spark of desire deep within him and returned his gaze to Rúmil, smiling seductively before taking a sip of wine.
Orophin's eyes widened as he felt Elrohir's bootless foot nudge his knees apart and creep up the inside of his thigh. The younger Peredhil smiled alluringly at him from across the table, winking playfully at him before turning to smile at his father.
Elrond closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. He wondered if his sons would ever settle down, if they would ever display the qualities that were needed in a leader. He groaned inwardly as he felt disappointment radiate from his mother-in-law.
Haldir and Glorfindel cast knowing glances to one another across the table, thoughts of after dinner activities lingering in both their minds. Haldir discussed the benefits of sharing tactical information with their Imladris allies with his Lord, as Glorfindel smiled approvingly in response, his gaze briefly caressing his lover's fine form.
**How much longer do we have to sit here under their surveillance?** Elrohir silently communicated with his twin.
Elladan choked back a gasp as Elrohir's hand came to rest in his lap, fingers lightly tracing the seam of his leggings. **Ai, Elrohir, you drive me mad, nín bain (my beauty).** his own thoughts traveled back to his twin. Silence was broken when Elladan sweetly addressed his grandmother. "My Lady, can Elrohir and I be excused? We would like to take Rúmil and Orophin for a walk, it is such a lovely night."
Galadriel furrowed her brow for a brief moment before granting the youngsters their leave. She planned to have a talk after dinner with her daughter and son-in-law about the conduct of their offspring.
~*~*~*~
Rúmil allowed himself to be tugged playfully behind Elladan, his brother receiving similar treatment at the hands of Elrohir, as the four elves made their way to the forest floor. No sooner had they reached the relative privacy of the Lady's garden, then Elladan pulled Rúmil into his arms and kissed him sweetly. He melted against the Peredhil's lithe form, hearing his brother's outraged squawk and wondering at it, before the feel of Elladan's hands on his bare skin distracted his mind. He pulled away from the kiss, blinking in surprise as he realized that in the seconds that Elladan had kissed him, his nimble fingers had already worked the fastenings to his tunic and had it halfway open.
The dark beauty grinned wickedly at him, sliding his hands over Rúmil's chest, before glancing at his twin. Rúmil followed his gaze and his mouth dropped open slightly. Orophin was pinned to a tree and Elrohir was kissing him like he was trying to eat him from the mouth down.
"Nobody can kiss like my brother," Elladan's warm breath caressed his ear, drawing his attention away from the rather riveting scene. The half-elf's lips were curved in a smirk. "Would you like to find out for yourself, lirimaer (lovely one)?"
"What game are you playing?" Rúmil demanded, trying to push the roaming hands away from him and failing, mainly because their touch felt far too good. "My heart belongs to Orophin," he protested weakly.
"And mine to Elrohir," Elladan answered easily, leaning forward to lick the sensitive skin below Rúmil's jaw. "Yet we enjoy the company of others without fear. We know that, when all is done, we are together, as we are meant to be. Surely you can see this?"
Rúmil found it difficult to see anything while the wicked beauty continued to tease him this way. A soft moan escaped him when Elladan's fingers brushed his nipples, and he felt his arousal harden in response. He could hear Orophin's groans as well, and wondered what Elrohir was doing to his brother to make him cry out that way.
Elladan's lips nibbled the edge of his ear, and he felt his knees weaken at their touch. "Yet there is a balance to the game we play," the half-elf said softly, licking the delicate edge with his tongue. "We do not take that which does not belong to us." His hand brushed the rise of Rúmil's leggings, eliciting another moan from his lips. "For as sweet and lovely as you are, meldiramin (my friend), I would not take what is rightfully Orophin's, again."
He was startled when he felt the familiar brush of lips against the back of his neck, hands sliding down his back to cup his bottom. Elladan drew back slightly and turned him, pushing him into Orophin's arms with a smile.
"That is where you belong, nín bain (my beauty)," Rúmil heard him whisper softly, before he was lost to the touch of Orophin's lips against his. He groaned, the sound muffled by the press of his brother's mouth as he gave himself into his kiss, opening his mouth eagerly to accept the sweet and welcome brush of his tongue. His arms rose and entwined themselves around Orophin's neck as the kiss deepened, and he felt Elladan press close behind him, his lips at his neck. He opened his eyes, startled, and saw a pair of dark pewter eyes just behind his brother's shoulder as Elrohir mirrored his twin's actions, pressing himself against Orophin as he kissed the archer.
Rúmil closed his eyes again, lost to the sensations of Orophin's body and Elladan's body, of Orophin's lips on his, and Elladan's on his neck. Hands, he did not know whose, slid over his body, touching him, caressing him, until he was breathless with want.
"I think we should find someplace more private," Elrohir whispered, breaking the moment with his words. "Anyone could discover us here."
"Aye," he heard Orophin murmur softly when they reluctantly drew apart, and he saw his brother's smile.
~*~*~*~
The meal had ended, thankfully, and Glorfindel took his polite leave with Haldir, gratefully escaping to the privacy of Haldir's rooms. Galadriel watched them go with knowing eyes, and gave a small sigh, glancing at her husband. The tension at dinner had been nearly unbearable. Between the Captain of the Galadhrim and the Seneschal of Imladris, and the longing, heated looks passing between her grandsons and Haldir's brothers, it had been all she could do to keep from pulling Celeborn aside and.… she hastily pushed the thought away. There were other, more pressing concerns at the moment.
Elrond accepted the glass of brandy from Celeborn with polite thanks, linking his arm though Celebrían's and smiling at her fondly. Perhaps she could give him some insight as to how to deal with their mischievous sons' irrepressible behavior. She had her father's patience, and her mother's way of looking at things from all sides. She looked particularly alluring this evening, he noted with pride, dressed in a gauzy blue gown that brought out the sparkle in her eyes as she smiled up at him. He was truly fortunate, he thought as she leaned into his side, that his wife was not only an exceptional beauty, but she had the brains to match.
"What is going on between your sons and my wardens?" Galadriel asked without preamble, gliding with her customary grace to stand beside her husband, her hand sliding up his arm to rest against the bend of his elbow.
Elrond drew his attention away from Celebrían to look at his mother-in-law, a slight frown tugging at his lips. "What do you mean?"
Galadriel's golden eyebrows lifted as she looked at him. "Surely you noticed their behavior at dinner?"
Celebrían's golden laugh made them smile. "Surely you see nothing wrong with their relationship with your wardens?" her daughter said lightly. "They are young, the four of them. Let them enjoy their youth."
Celeborn looked down at his wife, his blue eyes twinkling with gentle teasing. "Surely, my love, you remember what it is to be young?"
A soft flush turned her cheeks a becoming pink as she met his gaze and saw the memory of their own youth in his eyes. "I do not begrudge them their enjoyment," she said softly. "I am simply concerned that they may form a more permanent attachment. I have hopes of a more political alliance for them."
Elrond closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. "I would not ask that of them."
"Not even to strengthen the ties between Imladris and Mirkwood?" Galadriel asked quietly.
"Is that truly of concern in this day and age?" Elrond replied, opening his eyes to meet his mother-in-law's gaze evenly. "The days of politics are over. Imladris' relationship with the King of Mirkwood has been, and always shall be strained; I doubt that any political marriage between my sons and Thranduil's relatives will ease that."
"Perhaps," Galadriel agreed. "It should still be considered," she added softly, firmly.
Celeborn shook his head. "Leave it for now, my lady. They are still young and their hearts are free. I doubt highly that their relationship with Rúmil and Orophin is anything but temporary." He glanced at his son-in-law and gave him a knowing smile. "And you, my dear Elrond, should not worry so over their youthfulness. When the time comes for them to take on more responsibilities, they will rise to the occasion. Neither would willingly disappoint you. They love you far too much."
Celebrían squeezed his arm lightly, and Elrond looked down at her, seeing her smile at her father's words. "He is right, meleth nín (my love). You worry far too much."
He nodded, and turned his gaze to Celeborn and Galadriel once more. "I think that Celebrían and I will take a walk in your garden before we retire, lady, with your kind permission?"
Galadriel inclined her head gracefully. "Of course. Please enjoy yourselves." She watched her daughter and son-in-law leave, a smile curving her lips as she saw that they had only eyes for each other. Her smile broadened when she felt Celeborn's arms wind around her waist and pull her to him, and she turned, tilting her head to look up at him.
"They get their mischievous nature from you, though no one would believe it," she said softly. "They are not unlike their grandfather in their passion for life and all it holds."
He looked down at her a moment, his hands spanning her dainty waist before he spoke. "I can see, my lovely wife, that I need to keep your mind occupied with other things, if our grandsons are to have any fun."
Her lips curved briefly and she arched an eyebrow at him. "Did you have something in particular in mind, my lord?"
Celeborn had no difficulty showing her that he did.
~*~*~*~
The morning sun woke Orophin as it warmed his face, and he opened his eyes blearily, exhausted, sore, and so wonderfully content. Rúmil's head rested sweetly against his chest, and he buried his nose in his brother's soft hair for a moment, inhaling his scent. His eyes traveled over Rúmil's fair body, relaxed in reverie, and paused at sight of a slightly darker skinned arm flung about his brother's waist. He lifted his head slightly and managed a faint smile. Elladan was curled against Rúmil's back, his dark gray eyes glazed in reverie. Behind him, curled in a similar fashion, his arms holding his twin even in slumber, was Elrohir. The younger Peredhil's face was buried in his twin's hair, and Orophin's smile grew slightly, recognizing the same gesture he had made earlier with Rúmil.
He laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes once more, his hands idly stroking his brother's shoulder as he remembered the previous night.
The four of them had ended up at the room he shared with his brother, and there was a moment of uncertainty as they looked at each other. Then Elladan had pushed Rúmil into his arms and he was lost. He became gradually aware that the twins were undressing, but he did not care, his brother's sweet kisses enflaming him as his hands stroked Rúmil's trembling and eager body. He barely remembered the twins turning to undress them as well, pulling them apart briefly to divest them of their tunics and leggings, before pushing them together once more. Elrohir had pressed behind him, his twin mirroring him behind Rúmil and things had quickly become more heated. Gentle but insistent hands had pressed him against the bed as Elrohir cradled him in his arms, kissing his neck and ears, hands sliding teasingly over his chest as Rúmil's mouth consumed him. Elladan had crawled forward on the bed, kneeling next to his twin, and Orophin's lust had burned brighter when he saw Elrohir take his brother's length between his lips.
Elladan's and Orophin's groans had filled the air as their younger brothers brought them to their peak.
Orophin smiled, his fingertips sliding softly over Rúmil's shoulders and opened his eyes when he felt his brother stirring. Gray-blue eyes met his, and his brother's mouth curved in a sweet but tired smile.
"Ready to go hunting?" he asked softly, cupping his face and brushing his fingers over Rúmil's lips.
"I do not think I can walk," Rúmil replied with a quiet chuckle.
The heard a quiet groan from behind him and turned as the twins both woke, their pewter eyes slowly coming into focus as the last vestiges of reverie left them. Elladan rubbed his face with his hand, before rolling to give his brother a proper greeting.
Orophin agreed with the sentiment and kissed his brother soundly, eliciting a soft chuckle from Rúmil.
"Now that is a sight," Elrohir said, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief.
"That we could get used to," Elladan added with a smirk. "There is something to be said for waking with not one but three beautiful elves in my bed."
Orophin snorted and shook his head. "It is my bed, meldiramin," he said, stroking Rúmil's back as his brother snuggled against his chest once more.
"And we thank you for sharing it," Elladan replied honestly, dropping a kiss on Orophin's mouth and startling him. He tilted his head playfully and tugged at Rúmil's braid. "Now, I believe you mentioned hunting?"
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel opened one eye and watched his lover dress, a frown creeping across his fair face. He had been awake for some time, but had been enjoying simply lying in bed, with his lover curled against him and sharing his warmth.
Haldir saw Glorfindel's frown and gave him a rueful smile. "I am sorry, meleth nín (my love), but duty calls."
"Would it be highly inappropriate if I joined you today?" Glorfindel asked, rolling over and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He stretched, catlike, a soft groan of pleasure escaping him as he woke his slightly aching muscles. He heard Haldir's swift intake of breath and grinned up at his lover.
"If you continue to do that, I will be late," Haldir informed him almost primly, but his gray eyes twinkled with good humor.
"My apologies, hûn nín (my heart)," Glorfindel replied, reaching for his clothing. "I will try to keep my teasing to a minimum." He gasped in surprise when strong arms enfolded him and pushed him down onto the bed.
"I would never ask that of you, maethor nín (my warrior)," Haldir grinned down at him, before pressing a quick and heated kiss against his mouth. "I do not expect the impossible."
"Ha!" Glorfindel chuckled, pushing the marchwarden off him. "You will be late, indeed, if you kiss me like that." He glanced up at Haldir as he slid his leggings over his hips and laced them. "You are far too tempting, a'maelamin (beloved)."
A small but pleased smile played about Haldir's lips as he finished dressing. He enjoyed the fact that his lover found him as irresistible as he found him. "I would not find it inappropriate if you joined me on my rounds, my Lord," he said, pulling his boots on and smoothing them against his calves. "It would be a pleasure to share this day with you."
Glorfindel finished dressing and pulled Haldir into his arms, giving him a soft kiss. "It is a pleasure to share anything with you," he replied finally, before releasing him and giving him a smirk. "Now, come, or you will be late."
Haldir shook his head at his lover, grumbling under his breath. "I am never late." His lover's soft chuckle made him smile.
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