Title & Chapter Number: Peace Offerings 8/9
Author(s): & - Author's Index
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 8 – Haven Found
The four companions made their way through the Golden Wood, far away from the city of Caras Galadhon. The sun filtered through the branches, casting soft golden light upon the ground as they walked, Rúmil and Orophin leading the way, with the twins in tow. They stopped near a meadow in the waning light of the afternoon and set up camp. Rúmil and Orophin gathered wood for a fire as the twins unfolded their bedrolls and unpacked their stores.
"This is a lovely place." Elladan remarked as he pulled several bottles of Old Wineyards from his pack.
Elrohir kicked off his boots and stretched out on his back, crossing his ankles and folding his hands behind his head. "Aye, and we have four more settings of the sun before we have to return. Four days and five nights to do naught but eat, drink, and partake of one another. I do believe this is paradise, gwanur."
Elladan smiled and lay beside his twin, caressing his face and pushing an errant strand of hair from his beautiful face. "Anywhere you are is paradise to me, gwanur." He whispered, then smiled playfully.
Elrohir coyly smiled at his brother, at the one who had become his reason for living. He ran his fingers along Elladan's braid, his fingertips grazing the ends. "Do you love me, gwanur?" his honey-coated voice floated into Elladan's ears.
Elladan moved over his twin, slowly rolling his hips into his brother. "Desperately, Elrohir." Came Elladan's reply. He lowered his mouth to his brother's as he had done countless times since their first night together, pressing their silken lips together, caressing his brother's tongue with his own.
They broke from their kiss and Elrohir smiled seductively. "Do you know what I want, Elladan?"
Elladan smiled and whispered against his brother's lips, "No, Elrohir, what do you want?"
Elrohir's legs fell apart and he bended his knees, squeezing his brother between his thighs as he breathlessly replied, "I want to watch you with Rúmil; I want to watch you make him beg."
Elladan smiled wickedly, moaning softly as his brother's tongue teased his lips. "And what will you do to occupy our friend Orophin?"
Elrohir growled playfully and nipped his brother's bottom lip. "I will ensure that he is entertained, but that he watches as well. I would enjoy pressing into the heat of his body as he watches his brother being taken, but I know that we agreed we would not do that."
Elladan gasped quietly as his brother's fingers traced the seam of his leggings, between his firm buttocks. "It would be unfair to take what we will not give, gwanur."
Elrohir groaned mockingly, "I know, you are right, but one can dream, yes?"
Elladan's eyes went dark in an instant. "I would have you now, gwanur, here in the warm sunshine, without cover of tree or brush."
Elrohir moaned and arched against his brother's questing hands. "Would you?" he breathed.
Elladan's tongue teased his brother's ear. "Aye, I would have you where all could see us if I could. I would have you on the very stair of our house in the middle of the day." He struggled with the clasps of Elrohir's tunic as he rode his brother's undulating body. "I would have you scream my name in the halls of our father's house as I filled you with my heat. I am possessed by you, Elrohir, I am your slave, your whore."
Elrohir grasped his brother's face in his hands and whispered, "Never a whore, Elladan, never that."
Elladan smiled mournfully at his brother as he caressed his face. "I am your corrupter, your damnation…"
Elrohir stopped his lips with his fingers. "You are my love and my soul, cuiamin (my life)."
Elladan rose to his feet, kicking off his boots and removing his clothing as Elrohir did the same, their eyes never leaving one another. He stood over his brother's nude form, his own clothes lying in a heap next to their bedroll. His voice dripped with sensuality, travelling straight to Elrohir's arousal. "I am your lover."
Elrohir reached up for him, legs and arms open, waiting to enfold his twin's body. "Melethron nín (my lover)," he whispered.
Elladan sank to his knees, covering Elrohir's body with his own as he pressed a bruising kiss to his brother's heated lips. "Amin (mine)…" he whispered.
"Uma (yes)…" Elrohir moaned. He arched his back and spread his legs, offering himself to his brother. He groaned as he felt Elladan's slick, heated arousal slide between his legs, teasing, promising, driving him on. He cried out in frustration as his brother tormented him, gasping for air as his body trembled in anticipation for the familiar sensation of being impaled upon his brother's length. "Fill me, Elladan, maba nín sí, gwanur. Saes (take me here, brother. Please) …" he whispered.
"Mmm… not yet, my wanton." Elladan's lips caressed his brother's face. "By Elbereth, how beautiful you are steeped in corruption, flushed and feverish in anticipation." Elladan purred. He held his brother's wrists over his head as he continued to tease him, his own desire building to impossible heights, burning his very blood in his veins. "Too long have we had to whisper and deny our passion voice. Not any longer, not now, meleth." He teased his brother's hungry mouth with his tongue before whispering against his lips, "My name, Elrohir, I want to hear you scream it to the treetops, I want to hear it float upon the wind."
Elrohir writhed beneath him, his arousal painfully trapped between his twin's body and his own, hot, delicious friction burning him, aching, throbbing; wantonness overcoming his entire being. He was corrupted, he was damned, and he loved every moment of it, he lived for it. He gasped as he felt Elladan's arousal at his entrance and cried out at the top of his lungs as he was taken unprepared. He arched his back, hooking his legs around his brother's waist as Elladan slammed into him, his brother's groans of pleasure and love filling his ears. Again and again he was both split wide and made whole. As was with each time his brother took him, memories of their first night flooded his mind, how his soul was laid bare; he was more naked in that moment than he had ever been.
"Elladan!" He cried, his brother's name taking flight and filling the air around them.
"Elrohir…" Elladan breathed into his ear, "Meleth nín (my love)…" Elladan cried out into Elrohir's hair as they found their release together, collapsing upon his brother's form in a boneless heap.
Elrohir stroked his hair with his trembling hands, holding him close with his arms and legs. "Amin mela lle, Elladan. I could never live without you…" he whispered.
Elladan sighed into his brother's hair and softly kissed his ear. "You are my life, Elrohir, you are everything to me."
Elrohir smiled and held his brother tight, reclining in the sun, wrapped around his lover.
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Rúmil stood up bolt upright as he heard the sound of Elrohir's voice cry out into the forest. He turned and looked at Orophin, who had also looked up from his task. "Ai, Orophin, have you ever heard anything like that?"
Orophin mutely nodded his head, his eyes widening. He whispered, "Once or twice. I venture to guess that the twins are lost in one another."
Rúmil smiled. "Perhaps we should give them sometime alone, gwanur."
Orophin returned his brother's smile. "Aye, I believe we should."
The brothers carefully piled the wood they had gathered, then walked hand in hand to a nearby stream. They sat upon a rock, watching the sunset over the mountains, Rúmil's head upon Orophin's shoulder, the elder brother's arm around his waist. Neither said a word for a long while, content to enjoy the peaceful sunset and one another's company. They finally rose as the sun dipped behind the ridge of the Misty Mountains and retrieved the wood they had gathered, returning to camp.
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Upon their return, the brothers found Elladan and Elrohir sitting at the base of a tree. Elladan sat leaning against the trunk and Elrohir reclined between his legs. They wore nothing but their leggings, their hair was unbound and fell luxuriously over their shoulders, the ends resting upon their stomachs. They both lazily sipped their wine as they smiled, the heat of passion still evident in the slight flush of their skin and the languid look in their eyes. "Where have the two of you been?" their voices softly questioned in unison.
Orophin and Rúmil placed the wood they had gathered near the fire pit and sat cross-legged on their own bedrolls. "Gathering wood…" Rúmil answered softly.
Orophin cocked his head, pushing a stray braid behind his ear. "The two of you have been busy I see…"
Elrohir smiled wickedly. "Aye, `twas the first time we have been truly alone in weeks. Caras Galadhon is not the most private city in Elvendom."
Elladan snorted. "One could cause quite a stir there, singing as you just did, gwanur."
Elrohir turned his head and nipped at Elladan's chest as the elder twin barked in surprise and laughed softly. "You inspire me, gwanur," Elrohir murmured.
Rúmil blushed and looked at the ground, picking at blades of soft grass. Orophin cleared his throat and moved to rise. "Well… we should prepare a fire, it will be dark soon. We have packed some cheese, dried meats and some fruit. `Tis too late to hunt, I think."
Elrohir rose to his feet and pulled his brother up behind him. "We will build the fire while you unpack the stores. There is wine in the bottle there, by the tree." He pointed to where they just sat.
Rúmil rose and began unpacking their dinner as Orophin fished two glasses from the bag, noting an additional four bottles in the bottom. "How much of this did you bring?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Elladan chuckled and quietly answered, "We are here for four days and five more nights, no point in not having some comforts of home."
Orophin wagged an unopened bottle at him. "This is potent wine, far more so than what we are accustomed to."
Elrohir shrugged and smiled teasingly. "You are elf-enough to handle it, gwador (brother-platonic)."
Orophin narrowed his eyes and put the bottle back in the pack, grumbling under his breath, "Ai, I do not trust them."
The four companions settled down for dinner, and Rúmil felt like a fawn caught in a trap, Elladan's predatory glances making him squirm uncomfortably on the ground. He could not deny he found the Peredhil irresistible, but he worried that he upset Orophin when he gave in. He took a deep draught of the wine, hoping to calm his nerves.
Orophin furrowed his brow when he saw how much wine his little brother had consumed, shaking his head. **Ai, this is not good.** he thought to himself.
Elrohir stretched his long, muscular limbs and laid his head in Orophin's lap, causing the Silvan to gasp in surprise. Orophin blinked and stared down into those impossibly large, round, pewter eyes and felt a brief spark of desire fire inside him. He gazed upon Elrohir's face, his smooth perfect skin, just a bare shade darker than his own, large eyes, aristocratic cheekbones, and those full, ripe lips. By Elbereth, how Elrohir's mouth drove him mad, his kisses, soft caresses of his lips and tongue… he felt his arousal harden at the mere thought of it. Elrohir's voice crying out his passion earlier had caused that flutter deep in his stomach, imagining what Elladan did to him to make him scream his brother's name.
A plaintive whimper issued from Rúmil and Orophin began to turn his head to look at his brother, but his chin was caught firmly in Elrohir's grasp. "Look at me, Orophin." The Peredhil's honey-coated voice commanded, and he found he could not disobey. He watched Elrohir's tongue slip out and caress his perfect lips and heard his own voice moan as if it were coming from outside his body.
Elrohir took a deep breath, slowly and seductively arching his back and stretching as he held Orophin's gaze. "You like my mouth, do you not?"
Orophin nodded mutely, his arousal hardening further beneath Elrohir's head.
"Would you like me to wrap my lips around you? Would you like to feel them slide along your beautiful, silken flesh?" He blinked slowly, his eyes darkening a shade.
He nodded again, a soft moan escaping his lips. Before Orophin could fathom what was happening, Elrohir was on his feet, pulling him to his own and pressing him against the trunk of a tree. **How can they be so fast?** he wondered to himself, **They are only half-elven…** He realized his own reflexes were dulled by the wine and his own wanton desire of this exotic elf. He tilted his head back and groaned as Elrohir's perfect lips assaulted his neck and shoulders before moving to his own and plundering the deepest recesses of his mouth. He whimpered into the kiss, his knees momentarily buckling as he felt the Peredhil catch him under the arms, propping him back up. The cool night air caressed his bared chest as his tunic fell away, Rúmil's whimpers and soft moans echoed distantly in his ears, nearly drowned out by his own and Elrohir's.
"You have beautiful flesh, Orophin, soft as the finest silk and pale as moonlight." Elrohir whispered. "Such beautiful flesh would make a lovely canvas…"
Orophin looked down at Elrohir, who now knelt before him, unlacing his leggings and sliding them just past his hips. "You propose to use me as such?" he asked as he struggled to maintain regularity of breathing.
Elrohir raised a finely arched dark eyebrow. "Would you permit us, melethron?"
Orophin blinked, trying to steady himself, the world seemed to be spinning beneath his feet and he clung to the trunk of the tree as if his life depended on it. "I… I do not know… I…"
Elrohir chuckled and whispered, "Come now, meldir (friend) I promise, you will find it pleasurable. My brother is very talented with a brush."
Orophin took a deep breath and whispered, "Surely you did not bring those things hunting."
Elrohir drew his tongue in a long slow stroke up the center of Orophin's torso. He paused, his lips hovering just out of Orophin's reach. "Elladan takes his tools where ever he goes." He turned his head, purring as Orophin reached for his ear with his mouth, the archer's hands coming from the tree trunk to his waist. "Gwanur? I have a lovely canvas for you to work on."
Elladan pulled Rúmil into his lap, the younger elf straddling him as he sat upon a wide log. "I believe I have one here as well, gwanur. I think we should paint them both."
Elrohir smiled wickedly as he turned back to Orophin. "Aye, I think that is an excellent idea."
Rúmil reached for Elladan's mouth like a hungry hatchling, his long archers fingers tangling in Elladan's hair. The Peredhil laughed softly as Rúmil played about his lips with his tongue, eager to give his friend pleasure. "My, my, lirimaer (lovely one). We are enthusiastic suddenly. What happened to your reservations?"
Rúmil pulled back and stared into Elladan's eyes. "You have taught me so well, mellon (friend)… I thought you should see the results of your efforts."
Elladan smiled wickedly, this new boldness was quite enticing. He clasped Rúmil by the back of the head and growled, "Well, I see I do not have to handle you so carefully now. Prepare yourself, lirimaer (lovely one), your education is about to continue." He assaulted Rúmil's mouth with his own, pressing a deep, bruising kiss to his soft lips.
**I am drowning…** Rúmil absently thought, **I am going to die here, now…** Elladan's tongue caressed his own, roaming the roof of his mouth before entwining around his tongue again. His powerful hands hungrily roamed his flesh, fingers lightly pinching and teasing a taut nipple before digging into his muscles. He leaned back against the press of the Peredhil's hands, sliding deeper into his lap and slowly undulating his hips.
Elladan broke the kiss, his lips traveling to Rúmil's ear. "I remember it. Do you, lirimaer (lovely one)?" Elladan huskily whispered into his ear. "I remember how you felt, how you trembled, how you finally gave in so very sweetly. Do you remember, Rúmil?"
Rúmil whimpered and moaned again, his hands tangling in Elladan's sable mane, breathlessly answering, "Uma (Yes)…"
Elladan smiled against his ear, rolling his hips and his arousal into the younger elf. "Mmm… you are so sweet, Rúmil, so soft; so pure is your desire." His mouth ghosted along the curve of the younger elf's ear. "I will have to savor the memory…" his hand trailed down Rúmil's abdomen and over the now throbbing rise in his leggings, before traveling lower, tracing the seam past Rúmil's entrance. "for I will never feel it again, that belongs to Orophin now. But the rest… the rest is for me, tonight."
Rúmil groaned and arched his back, pressing into Elladan's hands and wrapping his legs around the Peredhil's waist, overcome with wanton lust. The dark elf's hands and mouth were everywhere at once, consuming him from the outside as he was consumed from within by his own burning lust. "Elladan…" he whispered into the Peredhil's ear and heard him growl in response. The string popped loose on his leggings and he felt the dark elf's hand slide inside, palming his heated flesh. "Saes… saes, hir nín (Please, please, my Lord)," he moaned as he felt Elladan's hand slide lower, rolling the now taut pouch of skin that lay beneath his arousal. He cried out when his tormentor gave it a little squeeze, causing his arousal to twitch inside his leggings. The Peredhil's fingers softly trailed further back, massaging his entrance, but not pressing inside.
"Ai, melethron…" Elladan crooned, "I want this so badly I can taste it." His lips moved to the Silvan's ear. "But I will not take it."
Rúmil moaned urgently as his lover lifted him from his lap, placing him upon his feet and grasping the top of his leggings. He gasped as he felt his leggings slide past his hips and his arousal sprang free, kissed by the cool night air. The loss of Elladan's lips upon his skin allowed him to regain his composure for a brief moment. "Where is my brother?" he managed.
Elladan chuckled, a husky sound that was somewhat akin to a growl, "He is being entertained by my brother, pen neth (young one). Do not worry about him."
Elrohir tugged Orophin from the tree and placed the archer in front of him, his arms around Orophin's abdomen and his mouth on the archer's ear. His hands slid down Orophin's bared chest and inside his leggings that were now hanging loosely from his hips. Orophin's head fell back upon his shoulder as he groaned again. He had teased Orophin to impossible hardness with his mouth and hands, enjoying the groans and plaintive moans and sighs that escaped his lips. "Watch, melethron…" he growled into Orophin's ear, "watch my brother torment Rúmil as I torment you."
Orophin opened his lust-glazed eyes and took in the vision of his brother standing in front of Elladan. The elder Peredhil was also nude, and his powerful form looked imposing next to Rúmil's lithe body. He moaned again as Elrohir's skilled hands manipulated his heated flesh, and he arched into his touch, feeling the Peredhil's arousal press between his buttocks. He felt disconnected, disoriented; the only clear sensations were those of Elrohir's hands and mouth upon his body, the warm press of his form against his own. He wanted to go to Rúmil, not because he was worried, but because he wanted to kiss him, to touch him the way Elladan was doing now. A keening cry issued from Rúmil's lips as Elladan's mouth enclosed upon the archer's arousal, and Orophin groaned in response, his knees nearly buckling as his arousal twitched in Elrohir's hand.
Elrohir whispered into Orophin's ear, "Your brother is beautiful, is he not? So lost in passion… Ai, my brother is a master, Orophin, I think you would enjoy his touch as well." He kept Orophin at the edge, his climax dancing just out of reach.
Orophin's hands drifted behind him, and he rubbed his palm over the prominent rise in the Peredhil's leggings, earning him a low moan in his ear. His moans turned to urgent whimpers as Elrohir's tongue mercilessly assaulted his ear, caressing the curve before drawing the point between his unnaturally soft lips. He heard his younger brother cry out his release and felt Elrohir squeeze the base of his arousal, preventing his own. "Saes, melethron (Please, lover), I feel as though I may burst."
Elrohir slid his hands down Orophin's strong back and pushed his leggings past his hips, encouraging the archer to step out of them as they hit the ground. He gently urged Orophin to lie upon his back, near where Rúmil was being consumed by Elladan. He drew the tip of his tongue along the underside of the archer's arousal and heard him moan urgently in response. Orophin's pleading whispers were driving him mad as he took the archer in his mouth and brought him to release, swallowing and opening wider as Orophin began to thrust into his mouth. His soft moans vibrated along Orophin's length, finally causing the archer to cry out as he spilled inside his mouth. He swallowed his warm essence and let his heated length slide from between his lips. He slowly and languidly cleaned his lover, delighting in the soft moans and brief shudders coming from him. He rose to his hands and knees, crawling over Orophin's limp body, his silken hair trailing along his bare torso. He saw the still hungry look in Orophin's eye and smiled, teasing his lips with his tongue. "Will you be so kind as to return the favor, mellon nín (my friend)?"
Orophin smiled and rose to his elbows. He laughed softly as Elrohir continued to tickle him with his tongue and hair. "Aye, melethron (lover), I would be so kind." He pushed Elrohir to his back and rolled over the top of him, smiling as his mouth explored the Peredhil's silken flesh. Elrohir moaned and undulated beneath him as he languorously explored his friend's body, teasing with his tongue and nipping with his teeth. He settled between the dark beauty's legs, the cool grass beneath him as he nuzzled his arousal, smiling when he arched and groaned in response. He grasped the Peredhil's hips in his hands, holding them still as he tormented him with his mouth, teasing, caressing, and probing with his tongue. A string of erotic words spilled from Elrohir's mouth in mixed Sindarin and Quenya as Orophin went about his work.
Rúmil clutched Elladan's shoulders in his hands, his knees feeling as though they would buckle as the Peredhil swallowed him. He cried out as his release came, tangling his hands in Elladan's hair as he thrust deeply into his mouth. He whimpered at the loss of that wet warmth, and trembled again as he felt the Peredhil's tongue sliding across his over sensitized flesh. He dropped to his knees in front of Elladan, gazing into his dark eyes. He brushed his lips over the Peredhil's, teasing his lips apart with his tongue; he tasted his own essence there, inside that warm, wet, nirvana that was Elladan's mouth. It was a long, slow, lazy kiss that seemed to go on for hours; the only sounds to be heard were soft moans and mouths upon flesh.
Rúmil slowly pushed Elladan to his back and lay on top of him, slowly undulating as he explored his lover's neck and ear. He felt Elladan's strong fingers in his hair, untying his braids as he drew his tongue along the side, rolling his hips into his lover's arousal.
Elladan groaned as Rúmil snaked his way down his body, clutching his leggings and pulling them down as he went. The feel of Rúmil's mouth upon his heated arousal caused him to utter a deep moan, and he rolled his hips forward into the archer's grasp. Slowly began to thrust into Rúmil's mouth as the Silvan worked his heated flesh with his lips. **Oh he has learned well indeed…** he thought to himself as Rúmil pleasured him. Soft purrs and growls escaped his lips as the marchwarden started to take him deeper, his soft lips sliding along his throbbing length. He arched his back, thrusting deeper, tangling his hands in Rúmil's hair as he came, then he sunk back to the ground, sighing as the archer cleaned him with his tongue. "Very well done, rwalaer (lusty one)…" he crooned, and he felt the soft flutter of Rúmil's breath against his stomach. He slowly sat up, gazing down at the young marchwarden who reclined between his legs, and smiled.
"Did I please you?" Rúmil asked teasingly.
He chuckled and quietly responded, "Aye, you did, you did indeed."
Orophin and Elrohir crawled over to where they lay, and Elrohir tossed Elladan his bag. "Time to see your talent, gwanur." He whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his twin's lips.
Elladan took up the bag and smiled. "Mmm… who to do first?"
Rúmil beamed, "Do me first, mellon nín (my friend)."
Elladan smiled wickedly and caressed the archer's cheek. "Alright then. Lay on your stomach."
Rúmil crawled over to Orophin, placing a lingering kiss upon his brother's lips before settling his nude body next to him. Orophin shifted slightly, laying on his side and stroking his brother's fine hair as Rúmil sighed.
Elladan withdrew a small vial and a fine tipped brush, and smiled at Orophin. "Keep him still, meldir (friend), the less he moves the finer the art will be." Orophin smiled and nodded, bestowing soft kisses upon Rúmil's cheek and ear.
"What to draw?" Elladan mused. "What do you remind me of, sweet Rúmil?"
Elrohir leaned over and whispered in his twin's ear, "Little deer."
Elladan smiled broadly, his full lips curving beautifully as his pewter eyes sparkled. "Yes, yes of course, gwanur. That is perfect." He straddled the back of the archer's thighs and dipped his brush in the ink. With graceful strokes began drawing the form of a deer upon Rúmil's lower back.
Rúmil flinched at the first cool, wet touch of the brush, but soon settled into the feeling, finding he quite enjoyed it. The soft, silken strokes of the brush upon his skin and the warm comforting feeling of his brother's hands upon his shoulders caused him to sigh, and he closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the feeling of Elladan's strokes with the brush and Orophin's strokes with his hands. Soft moans emanated from him as he imagined his brother's lips and hands upon his flesh, his deep voice echoing in his ears and his mind; words of love, of want, of loyalty that could only come from one of his own blood. "Amin mela lle, Orophin," he whispered. He felt Orophin's silken hair brush his shoulders as he leaned in and whispered against his ear, "Amin mela lle, Rúmil." He fought the urge to shift his position, his reawakening arousal was pressing against his stomach, trapped between him and the cool grass. He gasped quietly as he felt Elladan's warm, sweet breath brush his flesh in smooth caresses, and he shifted, smiling at how good it felt.
Elladan sat up and smiled, tilting his head and admiring his work. He leaned forward and blew upon the ink once again, making sure it was dry before rising off Rúmil's legs. "Perfect," he crooned, his hands caressing the swell of Rúmil's buttocks, "it fits you well, mellon nín."
Rúmil craned his neck trying to see his new adornment but was unable. "What does it look like, gwanur?" he asked softly.
Orophin smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his brother's hair. "It is beautiful. It is a little deer, swift and graceful as you are, meleth nín."
Rúmil smiled and sat up, his lips meeting Orophin's in a passionate kiss.
Elladan smiled and gazed at the elder archer. "Your turn, meldir. Lay on your back with your arms at your sides."
Orophin did as instructed, stretching out his lithe yet muscular form, crossing his ankles as his head came to rest in Rúmil's lap. His younger brother gently stroked the hair from his face, fingers trailing through his braids.
Elladan straddled the archer's body, coming to rest just above his arousal, balancing on his heels. He stared at the Silvan for a few moments, pondering the right design to adorn his lithe body. He smiled as it came to him; a fox, crafty and wise, as was his friend. He swirled his brush in the ink again, thoroughly wetting it before applying it to his friend's chest.
Orophin gasped and smiled, the soft, wet brush tickling his chest. "Ai, that tickles…" he chuckled.
Elrohir joined his elder brother, balancing on his heels behind him, his hands stroking his brother's back as he went about his work. "Mmm… you are so talented, gwanur. I think you need to mark me once again."
Elladan smiled and licked his lips as he concentrated. "I would love to, a'maelamin…" he whispered softly, "but only if you do me."
Elrohir leaned in, his ripe lips caressing Elladan's ear. "I would do many things to you, given time and opportunity, meleth nín."
Elladan laughed softly and inclined his head slightly, giving his brother better access to his ear. Elrohir's hands drifted around to his bare chest, caressing his muscles and tweaking his nipples as he went about his work.
Orophin closed his eyes and began to moan softly as Elladan slowly rocked his hips, the Peredhil's burgeoning arousal occasionally brushing his stomach. The soft, wet strokes of the brush were not unlike a tongue, only cooler, and he felt his own arousal beginning to respond in kind. He drew a shuddering breath as Elladan's hair caressed his arms and the elf's warm breath floated over his chest. In the time he had known Elladan and Elrohir, he had not experienced the elder twin's touch or kiss. Elladan was like him, determined, single minded, and somewhat predatory; he pitied anyone who thought to escape this master of seduction's advances.
Elladan sat up and smiled, pleased with his work. He turned his head to meet his twin's lips in the briefest of touches, his eyes darkening a shade as they parted. "Now for you, melethron…" he whispered huskily. Elrohir smiled and rose to his feet as his brother knelt before him. "I know just what to paint you with." He dipped his brush in the ink once more, and began to adorn his twin's hip and upper thigh with a running stallion.
Elrohir moaned quietly and closed his eyes, allowing his head to fall back and his hands to come to rest gently in his twin's hair. His heart beat faster and his breaths came close together as he struggled to stand still. Elladan's hair brushed against his arousal and he moaned a bit louder, losing himself in a ritual that once belonged to only them.
When Elladan finished he blew upon the ink to dry it as his hands found their way up Elrohir's thighs and around to his buttocks. **Amin mela lle, gwanur.** he whispered with his mind.
**Amin mela lle, beautiful Elladan.** Came his brother's reply.
Elrohir pulled his twin to his feet, and took his place, kneeling before him. He swirled the brush in the ink and took it to his brother's stomach, painting a beautiful wolf in the expanse of skin between Elladan's navel and his arousal.
Elladan smiled and whispered as Elrohir blew upon the ink, his arousal now pulsated with need, his body consumed with love for his twin. He looked down and smiled. "That is beautiful, gwanur."
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