Title & Chapter Number: Good Relations 1/16
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.
Warnings: Slight angst, graphic homoerotic (slash) content, incest.
Betas: Alex
Cast: Haldir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Elrohir, Legolas/Elrohir, Thranduil/Elladan
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: The sequel to "Peace Offerings". Glorfindel and Haldir escort the twins to Mirkwood at Galadriel's request in the hopes that a union can be made between Thranduil's sons and the twins.
Haldir's breath left him in a startled gust of air as he impacted the mattress, Glorfindel's weight pinning him against it as his lover attacked his neck with a passion that surprised him with its intensity.
"Glorfindel, what is the urgency?" he gasped, his hands pushing ineffectually against the Vanya's chest, even as he tilted his head to give him better access to the more sensitive areas.
"We will not be able to indulge ourselves in this fashion for several days," Glorfindel growled against his skin, biting the tender flesh gently. "I intend to make the most of it." His lips found Haldir's ear, sliding up the curve before enclosing the pointed tip and sucking on it, causing his lover to squirm beneath him.
"Ai, melethron!" Haldir tried to move his head out of his lover's reach. "That tickles!"
"What if I do it this way?" Glorfindel purred, sliding his hand over the rise of Haldir's leggings and rubbing the prominent bulge he found there, as his lips continued to torment his lover's ear.
Haldir groaned softly, his hips rising off the bed to meet Glorfindel's caress.
Glorfindel chuckled softly. "I will take that as a `no'. You like that?"
"Sweet Elbereth, Glorfindel," Haldir muttered, his eyes closing in bliss as his lover's hand slid beneath his leggings and grasped his length. "Ai! Do not torture me. I wish to touch you as well."
"All in good time, my dear marchwarden," Glorfindel replied smugly. "You have no patience. I intend to make this last."
Haldir's eyes fluttered open. "I will not last if you continue to touch me that way," he gasped.
Glorfindel lifted his head, smiling down at his lover's flushed face. "True," he said. "I suppose I should at least let you take your boots off." He lowered his head, capturing Haldir's lower lip between his teeth as his hand continued to work his length in slow, steady strokes. He sucked the soft flesh between his lips for a moment, before releasing it. "Though I find you look irresistibly naughty, dressed as you are for duty, with my hand down your leggings."
Haldir groaned, torn between laughter and arousal. His amusement left him quickly, however, when Glorfindel's mouth found his ear once more. He cried out, his body stiffening with pleasure as his release came, and he shuddered with the sweet intensity of it.
Glorfindel gathered Haldir in his arms and placed a tender kiss against his hair, feeling his trembling gradually subside. He stroked his back gently, content for the moment to simply hold him. His lover's soft chuckle made him smile.
"What makes you laugh, meleth nín?" he asked.
Haldir shook his head, pulling back slightly so he could look at Glorfindel. "You are wicked," he said, still chuckling. He looked down at his soiled leggings ruefully, before glancing up once more. "I will never be able to don the uniform of the Galadhrim without thinking of this."
Glorfindel laughed, rising off the bed and pulling Haldir with him. "Then I have given you a good memory, hûn nín. One that will keep you warm on the cold watches." His lips curved in a pleased smirk as he reached up and unfastened the cloak at Haldir's neck. "Though I had hoped to do other things," he said, lifting a golden eyebrow playfully.
Haldir pushed his hands away with a mock glower, and began to unfasten the ties that held his tunic. "Oh? What other things did you think of?"
The Vanya crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he watched Haldir undress with open appreciation. "Oh, perhaps visiting you on a lonely watch, taking that lovely length of flesh between my lips and watching you struggle not to make a sound as I bring you to your peak."
Glorfindel's playful words elicited a stunning visual that made him gasp. "You are truly wicked, meleth nín," Haldir managed, dropping his soiled clothing in the laundry for washing later. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he approached his lover. "And you have entirely too many articles of clothing on," he growled.
"Truly?" Glorfindel glanced from Haldir's nude form to his own clothed one. "Which articles should I remove?" he asked with a low chuckle.
A slow and predatory smile curled Haldir's lips. "All of them." He stepped closer, his hands sliding over Glorfindel's chest. "I want you naked. Now."
"So demanding," Glorfindel murmured, his body responding to the heat in Haldir's eyes. "You did not even say `please'."
Haldir leaned forward until his lips were inches from Glorfindel's. "Please."
Glorfindel groaned, the soft caress of breath against his mouth making his hands tremble as he began to pull his clothing from his body. It did not help matters that Haldir did not move away, but continued to breathe teasingly against his skin as he undressed.
His leggings had barely hit the floor before Haldir pulled him into his arms and kissed him thoroughly. The feel of his skin against his own was enough to make Glorfindel groan once more.
"I want you inside me, melethron," Haldir growled, his hands finding the length of flesh that jutted from Glorfindel's hips and stroking it firmly. "I want to feel you."
His head fell back as he gave himself to Haldir's caress, his lover's words inflaming him. He moaned, lifting his head to claim his mouth, punishing its softness with a bruising kiss. Hands left his arousal to slide up his chest, and Glorfindel pressed their bodies together, plundering the sweet warmth of Haldir's mouth. He felt the brush of his lover's arousal against his own as he ground their hips together, eliciting a low groan from them both.
Haldir broke away from the kiss and pulled Glorfindel towards the bed. They fell upon it in a tangle of flushed limbs, their mouths and hands seeking contact with heated flesh as each vied for dominance over the other in the form of pleasure. It was Haldir who finally yielded; willingly rolling beneath Glorfindel as his lover took his length in his mouth.
"Saes, melethron," Haldir groaned his head thrown back against the pillow as Glorfindel took him deeper into the warmth of his mouth, his hands fisting the coverlet tightly. "Aníron lle!"
Glorfindel struggled briefly with the desire to torture his lover more, but his own need was becoming difficult to ignore. Reluctantly, he let Haldir's length slip from his lips, smiling in satisfaction at the shudder that racked the marchwarden's lithe frame. Reaching for the small vial of oil that waited on the bedside table, he quickly opened it and coated his fingers with the slick substance.
Haldir's hands covered his as he worked the oil onto his arousal, and he gasped softly at the sensation of both their hands working his flesh. It was nearly enough to undo him. He pushed Haldir's hands away and pulled him upright onto his knees so that he was facing him. He poured a bit more oil onto his fingers and tossed the vial aside.
"Ai, yesssss…." The word was drawn out in a hiss of pleasure as Glorfindel's oiled fingers found Haldir's entrance and slid into his body. The tight heat gradually relaxed around his fingers as he spread the oil deeply, preparing the way. Haldir made a small sound of disappointment when his fingers left his body, eliciting a soft chuckle from Glorfindel.
"You have no patience, meleth nín," he whispered, pulling him closer so that his lover straddled his thighs. The tip of his arousal teased Haldir's opening as Glorfindel pressed his lips to his ear. "One day I will show you how rewarding patience can truly be." With a slowness that was exquisitely agonizing, he pushed against the tightness, and felt it give way. Blessedly wonderful heat enveloped his length, constricting around him like a welcome glove.
"Glorfindel..." His name fell like a prayer from Haldir's lips as he sheathed himself in his lover's body.
"Haldir, hûn nín," Glorfindel whispered, his hands tightening their hold on his lover's hips as he settled him firmly against him. "You feel so good, so right for me." One hand moved from its position on Haldir's hip to slide behind his lower back. The other rose to cradle Haldir's head as he began to move his hips, his thrusts slow and controlled.
It did not take long for the pleasure to build inexorably towards his peak. Releasing his hold on Haldir's head, he grasped his lover's length, stroking it in time with his thrusts, until their cries of passion echoed each other's. Haldir stiffened, tightening around him, a low cry falling from his lips as he came, the warmth of his seed spilling over them both. With a growl, Glorfindel thrust one last time, burying himself deeply into his lover's body as his release finally claimed him.
Haldir rested his head against Glorfindel's heaving chest, his own breath sounding harsh and gasping to his ears. He could hear the Vanya's heart beating rapidly beneath his ear, and felt his own heart beat in a similar fashion.
"The things you do to me, melethron," he said, when he could finally speak. He lifted his head, meeting Glorfindel's pleased and loving gaze. "You never cease to amaze me."
Glorfindel chuckled, placing a swift kiss against his mouth. "Good."
Haldir moved away, wincing slightly as Glorfindel's length slid out of his body, and reached for a cloth to clean the evidence of his passion from his stomach. When he finished, he handed the cloth to his lover wordlessly, and collapsed on the bed with a contented sigh.
Glorfindel tossed the soiled cloth beside Haldir's uniform and curled up beside the marchwarden, smiling as his lover immediately rolled into his arms and laid his head against his chest. His fingers idly played with the silvery-gold strands of hair that tickled his skin.
"What are we going to do?" Haldir mused softly, listening to the steady beat of Glorfindel's heart.
"What do you mean?"
Haldir raised himself up on his elbow so he could look at Glorfindel's face. "I mean, about us." He gestured vaguely at the room and the hastily discarded clothing scattered on the floor of his talan. "Sooner or later, meleth nín, you will have to return to Imladris."
Glorfindel nodded. "Aye, that is true. I thought you would come with me, as we had discussed."
Haldir frowned slightly. "For a visit, certainly. But I cannot stay," he said softly, looking away.
It was Glorfindel's turn to frown. He lifted his hand and touched Haldir's chin, turning him to face him. "Why not?" he asked quietly, his expression troubled by the sadness he saw on his lover's face.
"My home is here, meleth nín," Haldir replied simply. "My duty is here. I cannot imagine a life anywhere else." He closed his eyes. "I feel the call of Lórien like many feel the call of the sea." He opened his eyes, meeting Glorfindel's gaze. "It is in my blood. I would fade away without it."
Glorfindel sighed, his hand dropping to his chest. "And I cannot leave my Lord Elrond's side. My duty is with him. Were it not for that, I would not care where I lived, so long as you were with me."
Haldir blinked and looked away, his jaw tightening perceptively. "It seems then, meleth nín, that we are at an impasse."
He flinched at the unspoken pain in Haldir's voice. "I will not accept that," he said finally. "We have this time together. Let us use it." When Haldir looked back at him, he gave him a faint smile. "I have faith, a'maelamin. So should you."
~*~*~*~
Elrohir sat on the bed and watched his twin pack their belongings with narrowed eyes; a feeling of helpless frustration slowly filling him with each article that was placed in their luggage. Hugging his knees tighter against his chest, he sent a tendril of thought towards Elladan, trying to sense his mood. He caught flashes of thoughts, an incomplete and broken commentary that let him know that his brother was every bit as upset as he was.
~Cannot believe…sending us there…what will I do…how can I protect him/us?~
"Elladan."
Elladan stopped in mid-stride, his brother's voice startling him out of his mental rant.
"Come here," Elrohir said quietly, rising from the bed. He watched his brother toss the tunic on top of the luggage and did not wait for him to cross the room to where he stood. Instead, he met him halfway, wrapping his arms tightly around Elladan's lean frame, feeling his twin do the same. For a moment, neither of them spoke, each finding their peace in the other's arms.
"Amin mela lle, gwanur," Elladan whispered, burying his face in Elrohir's neck.
"I know," Elrohir sighed softly. "I love you too." He felt Elladan's arms tremble, and pulled back slightly so he could see his twin's face. "You are the strong one, gwanur, remember? Do not let this worry you so." His lips quirked briefly in a half-smile as he regarded his brother. "That is my job."
Elladan's eyes widened a moment, before he gave a soft chuckle, holding his brother close once more. "You are right, Elrohir. I do not know why this bothers me as much as it does. I desire no other, and I know your heart is mine. Whatever Grandmother's plans are, nothing will change that."
"Nothing," Elrohir agreed softly, leaning into his twin's loving embrace.
They stayed that way a long moment, the familiar touch comforting, before Elladan attempted to pull away, his brother's strong arms preventing him.
"I must finish my packing," Elladan said, his breath catching as he looked into Elrohir's eyes.
Slowly, Elrohir shook his head, his hands sliding with possessiveness over Elladan's bare shoulders, drawing his twin close. "Packing can wait." His tongue flicked out, tasting the softness of his brother's lips, and he heard Elladan's quiet gasp.
"Perhaps it can," Elladan whispered, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he regarded his twin thoughtfully. Stepping away from his brother's embrace, he slid the bolt through the lock of their door, effectively barring any possible interruptions. He turned, his unbound hair sliding across his shoulders as he gave Elrohir a slow and heated perusal.
A shiver went through Elrohir at the predatory heat in his twin's eyes, his arousal hardening swiftly in response. He licked his lips, waiting to see what his brother would do.
"Take your clothes off, gwanur," Elladan ordered softly, folding his arms across his bare chest. He leaned against the wall, his eyes following Elrohir's movements with unconcealed hunger.
Warm air caressed his bare skin as he shed his tunic, shrugging it from his shoulders and casting it to the floor. His long hair swept forward, obscuring his vision briefly as he bent his head to unfasten his leggings. He tossed it over his shoulder and out of his way, before kicking his leggings free to join his tunic on the floor.
Elladan crossed the room, closing the distance between them swiftly, and pulled Elrohir into his arms. Lips, both soft and demanding, claimed his in a bruising kiss as Elrohir's hands roamed possessively over his skin. He found himself being pushed backwards, towards the bed, and he collapsed against the soft mattress, pulling his brother down with him.
Elladan sank into the soft bedding, softly whispering words of love and promises of undying devotion in Elrohir's ear. "No one will ever separate us, Elrohir, ever," he whispered.
"Ever," Elrohir answered.
Elladan rolled over his brother, sinking into him, molding his body to that of his twin's. He moaned softly as he felt Elrohir's strong legs wrap around him and he sank further into his grasp. He caressed his lover's ear with his lips, feeling each tremor, each reverberation of passion course through his brother's veins as surely as it ran through his own. "Amin…" he whispered.
"Lle…" Came Elrohir's breathless reply.
He felt Elrohir's fingers digging into his back as his twin lifted up to meet him, Elrohir's already rigid arousal pressing into the soft suede of his leggings. They slowly undulated against one another, a slow dance of heated passion, deliberately building until they were both nearing the breaking point.
"Aiya! Saes, Elladan…" Elrohir gasped, his strong back arching beneath his brother's touch.
Elladan's lips curved into a smile against his twin's ear and he whispered, "What is it you seek, gwanur?" His hands traveled down Elrohir's sides, over his hips and the curve of his thigh, pulling his legs higher up his waist.
"You know what I seek, melethron nín. I seek rapture with you," Elrohir breathed. "Saes, meleth nín, let me feel your flesh against my own, let me feel your heated length against mine."
"There is nothing I could deny you, Elrohir," Elladan answered. He slid from his brother's grasp, quickly and gracefully stepping out of his leggings before crawling back to his twin.
Elrohir enfolded his brother with his strong arms and legs, moaning quietly as Elladan's silken length slid against his own. He grasped his brother's face in his hands and gazed into his dark eyes, his thumbs tracing his ripe lips. "I crave you, gwanur, every moment of every day," he whispered. "I always want you by my side."
Elladan smiled and pressed a kiss to his twin's thumbs before whispering, "I will never leave you, Elrohir. How could I? We are bonded, I cannot live without you; I cannot live as half myself."
Elrohir moaned as Elladan plundered his mouth and he tangled his fingers in his hair. He thrust against him as Elladan's hand covered both their arousals, stroking them together. He whimpered into the punishing kiss as he felt his release building and he locked his legs around Elladan, holding him tighter. As it was so often, his climax was denied voice as he spilled his release between them. None could know of what they did.
Elladan bit down on Elrohir's lower lip as he came, sucking it into his mouth, feeling a tear fall from his eye onto his brother's face. He collapsed upon Elrohir, feeling his comforting arms encircle him, his strong hands caress his back. He buried his face in his twin's hair and whispered, "Amin mela lle, Elrohir."
Elrohir smiled and whispered in return, "Amin mela lle, Elladan, always."
They lay quietly together for a few moments before rising. Elrohir knelt before his brother on the floor, lovingly cleaning his abdomen with a warm wet cloth. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips into Elladan's stomach and smiled when he felt his brother's hands caress his hair.
Elladan drew Elrohir to his feet, returning the favor and retrieving Elrohir's robe from the chair by the bed. He held it out for him, and slid it over his head before pressing a soft kiss to his brother's lips. "We haven't much time, gwanur. We will be departing at dawn, we still must finish packing and we both need some rest."
Elrohir nodded as he watched Elladan don his robe and rinse out the cloth they used earlier. He crossed the room to finish his own packing, glancing over his shoulder at his elder brother.
After they finished their preparations, they climbed into Elladan's bed, but not before messing up Elrohir's, just in case they had an unexpected visitor. Elrohir curled against his twin, as he had done so many times in their life and listened to Elladan's soft breathing and the rhythmic beating of his heart. Elladan drifted into reverie quickly, but Elrohir stayed awake, his thoughts wandering toward Mirkwood.
He and Elladan had often heard tales of Thranduil's beauty and irresistible charm, and now it seemed that they were to be introduced to his offspring. He wondered if they would be as beautiful as the Mirkwood King, or as irresistible. He bit his lower lip as he imagined one of them kissing his brother, drawing moans and sighs from him, and he found for the first time in his life, he was jealous. He imagined Elladan, bewitching them, seducing them, as he had seduced him, as he had seduced so many after, and he found he understood Orophin's feelings far better than he imagined he would. He was not sure he wanted to share his brother any longer, but knew they must if they were to keep up appearances. He pulled Elladan closer and heard him moan softly in his sleep. He took a deep breath and tried to find rest, it would be a long few days travel to the realm of Thranduil.
~*~*~*~
"But, Ada, I am not ready to bond with anyone. I do not even know who these Peredhil are. What if I do not like them, what if they are too… human?"
Thranduil smiled despite his best efforts to be serious and bit back a chuckle. "Greenleaf, I am only asking that you meet them, if you do not like them then I will send them away."
Legolas shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he twirled the end of his belt around one long finger. "It is not fair that Galathil was able to sneak off on patrol, while I am stuck here to meet both of them alone."
Thranduil pushed his chair back from the large wooden desk and patted his knee. Legolas crossed the room and sat on his father's lap, resting his head on the King's shoulder. "Iôn, I would never ask you to do anything that you did not want to do. As for your brother, I will deal with him when he returns, and sooner or later, he will have to, no matter how crafty he thinks he is. You have always been a good and obedient son, Greenleaf; you have always made me proud of you. I know I can count on you to be fair and courteous to our guests. Relations between our realm and that of Lord Elrond's are tenuous at best, we can ill afford to make things worse."
Legolas nodded. "I know, Ada. I promise, I will be courteous and do my duty as your son."
Thranduil smiled and grasped Legolas' chin, turning his gaze up to meet his own. "You are a loyal and faithful son, Legolas. I am ever grateful for you."
Legolas smiled and glanced quickly toward the door, his sharp hunter's hearing detecting no one close by. He looked back at his beloved father and whispered, "And a loving one?"
Thranduil smiled gently and whispered in reply, "Aye, Greenleaf, a very loving one." He closed his eyes as his son's soft lips descended upon his own for a gentle kiss.
"When, Ada? When can I prove my love to you?" Legolas whispered against his father's lips.
Thranduil swallowed and closed his eyes. "When you are older, when you have known the love of another first, Legolas. You must be strong in yourself before we can share that, you must be sure of who you are."
Legolas long fingers crept up the sides of his father's face, his lips still hovering against Thranduil's. "I am sure of who I am, I am your son, and I love you."
Thranduil's hands caressed his son's back, sliding against the soft silk of his tunic. Denying Legolas what he so badly wanted was difficult, but he knew he must, even if just for awhile longer. "You know of what I speak, Legolas," he replied. "It is for the best. Be patient, Greenleaf. I will always be here, I will always love you."
Legolas pressed his lips against those of his father once more, the temptation to taste Thranduil's lips with his tongue almost more than he could bear. But, he was obedient and pulled back, whispering breathlessly, "Yes, Ada." He rose from his father's lap with fluid grace and slowly walked out of the room, casting one long amorous glance over his shoulder before continuing down the hall.
Thranduil took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he could still smell Legolas on him, still taste his sweet lips upon his own. "By Elbereth…" he whispered, shaking his head as if to clear a fog that hung around him.
The ritual they spoke of was rarely practiced in their time and was frowned upon by many of their kind. It was considered barbaric, uncivilized, and few would be able to look the other way if they knew. His elder son had never expressed this interest, so Thranduil had not broached the subject with him. Legolas, however, had shown his interest just before he reached his majority. The long glances, embraces that lasted longer than they should, soft touches of the hand, lingering kisses on the cheek, that was how it started. Soon, Thranduil found his son in his bed, watching him sleep. Legolas would often creep in and lay next to him, and he would wake and gaze into his son's liquid sapphire eyes. Legolas had avoided relations with others, sweetly and respectfully rejecting the advances of males and females alike, preferring to spend his time and affection upon his father. While both his sons were beautiful, Legolas was extraordinarily so, and this made him very difficult to resist. Thranduil knew that once Legolas grew into full elfhood, he would be a master at seduction, and impossible to deny. He possessed a rare beauty: pure and sensual, both sweetly innocent and deadly carnal. In the meantime, he would assure that his son's first experience was one beyond compare.
He rose from his chair and stretched, departing his office for his quarters to change, he needed some distraction from the state his son nearly put him in, and he decided to head for the training grounds.
~*~*~*~
A soft knock upon their door woke Elladan and Elrohir from their reverie. Elladan softly answered, "Who is there?"
"It is Orophin and Rúmil" their friends answered.
Elladan rose from the bed and unlatched the door, allowing their friends to enter. Elrohir sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes and pushed the hair back from his face. He stretched and yawned as he greeted their friends. "Mae govannen, friends."
Elladan smiled and bowed his head, adding his greeting. "Mae govannen, Orophin, Rúmil."
Orophin and Rúmil returned the greeting, each moving to embrace the twins. Elrohir pulled Orophin onto the bed, playfully hugging him and showering his face with kisses. Elladan picked up Rúmil and carried him to the bed as well, where he deposited him next to his brother. He stretched out beside them, his robe falling open to expose one amber nipple. Rúmil could not stop himself from looking, even though he and Orophin were committed to one another, he still found Elladan to be strikingly beautiful.
Elladan smiled seductively as he fondled one of Rúmil's braids, quietly chuckling to himself as he watched the young Silvan tremble slightly. "What brings the two of you here to our bed this early morning, hmm?" he asked seductively.
Orophin pulled Rúmil back into his arms as Elladan slid alongside Elrohir. "We wanted to see you off privately," he answered quietly. "Rúmil and I are part of the escort that will accompany you as far as the Anduin. From there, you will travel with Haldir and Glorfindel, and one other member of your party that just arrived two days ago, I did not catch his name."
Elrohir playfully attacked Orophin's neck as his fingers snaked their way inside his tunic, fondling his nipple until it was a hard pebble. "Privately, eh? Well, lucky us…" he murmured against the archer's neck.
Orophin found that somehow Elladan had extricated Rúmil from his grasp and was performing wicked deeds upon his younger brother's ear with his lips. He watched helplessly for a moment as Rúmil fought not to succumb to Elladan's skillful touch and he struggled to resist Elrohir's. "Wait!" he barked as he broke free of Elrohir, once again rescuing his younger brother from Elladan's grasp. "That is not what I meant! I only meant to say…"
Elladan laughed softly as he gathered Elrohir into his arms. "We know, Orophin. We were merely teasing. We have not forgotten the talk we had on the way home from hunting. We would not break your trust."
Orophin blushed slightly as he buried his face in Rúmil's hair. "I am sorry…" he murmured, "I guess I still feel a bit insecure where Rúmil is concerned."
"No apology necessary, mellonamin," Elrohir answered. "'Tis natural you would feel that way, seeing as your love is still so young." **So why do I feel that way?** he asked himself.
Rúmil whispered into Orophin's ear, "You are jealous? Truly? That is so sweet."
Orophin frowned and grumbled a nonsensical response before turning his attention back to Elrohir. "Thank you for being so understanding." He straightened his tunic and pulled his younger brother back against his chest. "Haldir and Glorfindel are preparing the horses, your parents are already at breakfast with the Lord and Lady. You should rise and dress before they come looking for you."
Elladan nodded, the mirth fading from his eyes. Elrohir smiled and caressed his brother's face and placed a soft kiss upon his cheek. "Yes, I suppose you are right, Orophin," Elladan answered. "We loathe to leave the Golden Wood; we have come to feel at home here."
Elrohir turned and smiled at the brothers. "Yes, and we have grown quite fond of the both of you. We will miss you while we are away."
Rúmil smiled sweetly and answered, "We will miss you as well. Orophin and I have grown to think of you as brothers as well as friends. You will always have our trust and loyalty. Should you ever need us, we will answer your call."
The twins smiled and embraced Orophin and Rúmil, each placing a soft kiss upon their foreheads. The four friends rose from the bed, and the twins dressed as Orophin and Rúmil carried their belongings outside.
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