Title & Chapter Number: Good Relations 6/16
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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.
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 of forming a political union.
Glorfindel rolled onto his back, pulling Haldir across his chest and kissing him soundly.
"Good morning, a'maelamin," Haldir chuckled, when Glorfindel finally released his mouth. "You seem to be in a fine mood."
A naughty smirk tilted the corners of Glorfindel's lips. "How could I not be?" he purred, sliding his hands over Haldir's shoulders. "After last night?" His slid his thigh between Haldir's and pressed it against his lover's growing arousal.
Haldir groaned softly, burying his face in the warmth of Glorfindel's neck. "Ai, meleth, you are insatiable."
"You are complaining?" Glorfindel asked, his hands sliding lower to cup Haldir's smooth buttocks.
A startled huff escaped Haldir when Glorfindel's finger slid into his body. "No," he groaned, arching his back. "Never." He rocked his hips forward, pressing his length against his lover's thigh.
"You will wake the hall if you make such noise, meleth," Glorfindel chided softly, pressing his lips against Haldir's neck. His teeth nipped the pale skin of his throat gently while he worked his finger slowly in and out of his lover's body.
A shudder wracked Haldir's frame and he groaned again. "Saes, meleth. You are merely teasing me." He looked down at Glorfindel and smiled wickedly. "I will have what I want from you."
A golden eyebrow arched playfully up at the marchwarden. "Truly?"
Haldir nodded. "You are helpless to resist me," he told his lover with all seriousness, though his eyes twinkled with suppressed mirth.
Glorfindel rocked his hips upward, pressing his thigh more firmly against Haldir's arousal and wrenching a low moan from his lips. "I think it is you who are helpless, melethron." He added a second finger to the first, and struck his mark with unerring accuracy, making Haldir cry out with pleasure. "I think it is you who is at my mercy."
Groaning, Haldir captured Glorfindel's mouth with his own, sliding his tongue between his lover's lips. The kiss became a battle of wills, though Haldir had to concede that Glorfindel had the advantage. Finally he broke away, gasping.
"I yield, my Lord," he whispered. "Take me then, I am yours."
Glorfindel's fingers left him then, seeking the bottle of oil they had left out on the bedside table. He poured the oil across his hand, working it into his arousal. He moved Haldir upwards, his hands guiding his hips, until the tip of his length pressed against his lover's opening.
With a low groan, Haldir moved back and slowly impaled himself on Glorfindel's length.
"Sweet Elbereth, Haldir," Glorfindel gasped, closing his eyes in bliss. He grasped Haldir's hips as his lover began to move, rocking his hips in a slow rhythm that had them both moaning in abandon. One hand left its place at Haldir's hip to grasp his arousal firmly, stroking it in time with his lover's movements.
Their bodies moved together more quickly, Glorfindel's hips rocking forward to meet Haldir's downward movements. Their groans echoed each other as they each sought fulfillment in the other. Their harsh and ragged breathing filled the room, accompanied by the soft sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Haldir's body tightened around him as he cried out, the warmth of his seed spilling over Glorfindel's hand. He shuddered, his body twitching as Glorfindel continued to thrust into him, his own release following close behind. He came with a loud groan, burying himself deeply into his lover's heat, his legs trembling with the aftershocks.
Haldir collapsed against Glorfindel's chest; his breath coming in short, harsh gasps. Glorfindel's arms slid up from his hips to wrap around his back, holding him tightly. He could hear the seneschal's heart beating every bit as wildly as his own.
Glorfindel stroked Haldir's soft hair, his length twitching occasionally as it gradually softened inside its warm prison. There was simply nothing better than this.
"Amin mela lle," Haldir whispered, his lips brushing against Glorfindel's neck.
The seneschal's arms tightened briefly and he placed a gentle kiss on Haldir's forehead. "Amin mela lle, hûn nín."
~*~*~*~
An insistent yet pleasurable sensation woke him from reverie, and it took a moment to realize what it was.
Erestor's hands were lightly stroking his arousal beneath the covers, awakening it to full hardness. Even as his body responded to Erestor's touch, he realized something else: his hands were tied to the headboard of the bed.
Galathil turned his head and met the smoky gaze of the Noldo, and Erestor gave him a lazy smile.
"Good morning, Prince," he crooned. "Sleep well?"
He gave a strangled moan, tugging futilely on the bonds that held his arms above his head. "I did not," he managed tightly. He expected Erestor's teasing hand to draw away, to leave him in the aching state as it had left him the night before. He moaned again when the caress grew firmer, working his length in long, skillful strokes.
Erestor gave a soft, knowing chuckle. "You did well last night, Prince. I think it is time for your next lesson."
Galathil's eyes widened in surprise as Erestor slowly drew the coverlet back. Sometime, while he had slept, the elf Lord had removed his sleeping robe. He bit back a gasp when Erestor slid across him, covering his body with his own.
Erestor's hands cradled either side of his face as the elven lord lowered his head, claiming his mouth hungrily. He opened his mouth under the demanding pressure of Erestor's lips, his moans muffled by the press of the Noldo's mouth against his. A sweet fire built in his veins, all the hotter from his unfulfilled frustrations the night before. His hips rocked forward, brushing his arousal against Erestor's, and he was surprised to hear the elf lord groan.
A whimper escaped him when Erestor drew back, eliciting a soft chuckle. "Do not worry, Prince. I will not leave you wanting this time. But just as last night's lesson taught you patience, this morning's will teach you respect." He drew his hand down the center of Galathil's body slowly. "You will learn the simple truth that pleasure is mine to give, and mine to withhold." His lips brushed lightly over Galathil's nipple before teasing the small nub with his tongue.
Galathil arched against the mattress, his wrists burning from the tension on the ropes, but he did not care. Erestor's tongue left one nipple to attend the other and he drew the hardened nub between his lips, making Galathil whimper softly. Slowly, Erestor's tongue drew a wet path down the center of his chest, pausing at the small indentation of his stomach. He squirmed, arching against the mattress when his new lover moved lower, his lips finally brushing at the soft hair that grew at the base of his arousal.
Warmth and wetness enclosed his length, and Galathil groaned, closing his eyes as Erestor worked him with delicious friction. His moans grew plaintive when Erestor slowed, his tongue circling the crown, catching the drops of moisture weeping from the tip.
"Saes," Galathil pleaded softly.
"Patience," Erestor reminded him before taking him deep in his mouth once more. Galathil's hips bucked, and his lover held them down with his hands, keeping him from thrusting into his mouth. His head tossed back and forth on the pillow as Erestor brought him to the edge and drew back, letting the pleasure subside just enough, before bringing him to the edge again. It was torture of the most exquisite kind, and Galathil did not know if he wanted it to end, or to continue forever.
As he neared the peak of his desire once more, Erestor let his length slide free from his lips and moved lower. Sensations, wholly new and utterly pleasurable assailed him as Erestor's tongue laved the soft pouch of skin just below his length. He felt his thighs being lifted, pressed further apart as his lover's tongue delved lower, and he opened himself willingly. He had never had another do this to him, and it was pleasurable beyond words.
He gave a soft whimper when Erestor's tongue circled his opening, his body trembling with need. His whimper turned into a moan when that tongue penetrated him, sending shivers though his lithe frame. Galathil's shoulders sagged against the mattress when Erestor's tongue left him, and a plaintive moan escaped him.
"What do you want, Prince?" Erestor asked softly, looking up at him from between his trembling thighs.
Galathil swallowed, his mouth struggling to form the words. "Saes," he whispered.
Erestor ran the tip of his tongue over the weeping slit and smiled, a sleepy, predatory smile. "Tell me what it is you want and I will give it to you."
He shuddered. "I want you," he croaked. "Saes."
"Since you asked so nicely," Erestor said, his smile widening. "I will grant your request." He rose from the bed for a moment, and returned with a jar of salve. Dipping two fingers into the salve, he coated his own length thoroughly with the slippery substance. He added more to his fingers, before closing the lid and setting it aside.
Galathil could not help but tense when one of those fingers pressed gently against his entrance.
"Relax, Prince," Erestor crooned softly. "It will hurt if you are tense." He used his other hand to stroke Galathil's arousal even as he pushed a single finger inside his body.
Even with the distraction, it was still uncomfortable at first; a slight burning pain accompanied the intrusion. Galathil let out a hissing breath.
"Close your eyes, Prince," Erestor commanded quietly. "Yield your body to me."
He closed his eyes tightly, concentrating on the feel of Erestor's hand stroking him firmly. The burning sensation had faded, leaving him only with the feeling of being opened. He relaxed slightly, and heard Erestor murmur his approval.
It was difficult for him, at first, to yield to another in this fashion, but Galathil realized it was exciting in its own way. There was something almost painfully erotic about giving himself into another's hands this way. He had no control over what Erestor did. He could only accept the pleasure the elf lord gave him. Knowing that excited him even more.
Erestor's strokes grew firmer, quickening gradually as his finger worked in and out of Galathil's body. He felt his body tightening in a different way as the pleasure built within him. His breathing grew ragged and uneven when Erestor finally added another finger, pressing deeper into his body. It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that only added fuel to his desire. Galathil spread his legs further, groaning wantonly. His body jerked and he gave a short cry when Erestor's fingers brushed something deep inside of him. His eyes flew open in surprise.
Erestor chuckled softly, his dark eyes half-closed. "You liked that?" he whispered.
Galathil nodded, and was rewarded with another jolt so intense he was nearly undone. His breath came in short gasps and his eyes closed tightly when Erestor's fingers left him. He knew what was coming next, and he both dreaded it and wanted it desperately.
The tip of Erestor's length breached him slowly, and he gasped, feeling as if he were being stretched impossibly wide. It burned exquisitely, the pain wavering just on the edge of pleasure. It seemed like an eternity before Erestor filled him completely, and Galathil shuddered when he finally stopped moving. He could feel the warm throb of Erestor's member inside of him, and it made him shudder again, this time in pleasure.
His arms ached from being held above his head, but he was only dimly aware of the discomfort as Erestor began to move, thrusting slowly in and out of his body with short, controlled movements. The thrusts were timed with firm strokes on his length, and Galathil was torn between the sensations. His body gradually relaxed enough for the thrusts to lengthen, working deeper, and he felt the same mind-shattering jolt of pleasure when Erestor's hardness touched that spot deep within him.
Galathil was lost, utterly undone as his release claimed him. He gave a wordless shout, his seed spilling over the hand that worked him, and his body trembled almost violently from the intensity of it. He heard Erestor's low growl, felt him thrust deep one last time, before the warmth of his release filled him.
For a moment, he simply could not move. His limbs would not obey him. All he could do was lay there, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his body still twitching from his passion. He felt Erestor withdraw from him and winced, feeling the soreness that was entirely new but not unwelcome.
Erestor stretched out on his back beside him, his hands folded against his stomach, and he heard the Noldo give a satisfied sigh. With a groan, Galathil managed to close his legs, his thighs aching from the strain. He turned his head, and saw that Erestor was smiling at him.
"Are you well satisfied, Prince?" Erestor asked softly.
It took him three tries to form the word. "Yes."
With a chuckle, Erestor rose from the bed, returning with a dampened cloth. He cleaned Galathil off with quick efficiency before tending to himself. Tossing the cloth aside, Erestor reached for his robes and pulled them on.
Galathil's eyes widened with surprise and suspicion. "You are not going to leave me like this?" He rolled his eyes upwards to indicate his tied hands.
Erestor smiled wickedly. "I am. I find you look quite delightful like that."
"But…breakfast…what if the servants come in? You cannot leave me like this." Galathil struggled against the ropes futilely.
The Noldo's smile only widened further. "I can. I will. You will see me after breakfast. Do not worry, Prince. I will bring you back something to eat." He smirked. "After all, you will need your energy for this afternoon's lesson."
"At least draw the covers over me so that the servants do not see me like this," Galathil begged.
Erestor's laugh was wicked. "My dear Prince," he said, shaking his head. "That is all part of the next lesson."
Galathil bit back the groan that rose in his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he watched Erestor leave, the door closing softly behind him.
The lesson in humility was already begun.
~*~*~*~
Haldir and Glorfindel finally left their room in search of breakfast and met Erestor on the stairs. The normally serious counselor was actually smiling when he greeted them, and Glorfindel stifled his chuckle at Haldir's raised eyebrows.
"Feeling cheerful this morning, Lord Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, reaching for a biscuit from the sideboard and slathering it generously with fresh preserves. "You must have slept well."
Erestor smirked. "Yes, I did. Quite well, actually."
Haldir nearly dropped his teacup. He set it gently back on the table, and eyed the Noldo suspiciously. "Mirkwood seems to agree with you, Lord Erestor," he finally ventured.
A low chuckle escaped the dark haired elf. "Why, yes, I do believe it does." They watched him gather another plate of food from the sideboard with curiosity.
"Hungry, are you?" Glorfindel could not resist teasing.
Erestor spared him a mild glance. "Quite," he replied simply, and turned, leaving them both with expressions of bewildered amusement.
"What has gotten into him?" Haldir said, taking a bite of fresh melon.
Glorfindel's eyes narrowed a moment as he considered the strange behavior of his friend. He shook his head, muttering to himself, before his eyes widened. A queer, choking sound escaped him.
Haldir eyed his lover with alarm. "Are you all right?"
The golden warrior shook his head, his hand covering his mouth as he tried to stifle his chuckles and failed. "I am fine," he managed finally, between chuckles. "It is nothing."
The marchwarden placed his biscuit on his plate and frowned at Glorfindel. "Something has struck you as humorous. If you do not wish for me to tie you up and torment you, I suggest you tell me what it is."
Glorfindel smirked, leaning over to steal a kiss from Haldir's lips. "I would enjoy that, melethron. So it is not much of a threat." He saw his lover's mock glower and grinned. "I believe I know what it is that has put our normally somber counselor in such a fine mood."
Haldir arched an eyebrow at Glorfindel, prodding him to explain further.
Leaning forward, he dropped his voice conspiratorially. "I suspect that Erestor did not spend the night alone."
Both of Haldir's eyebrows rose at that. He looked at Glorfindel a moment, and then shook his head, picking up his tea. "He did not waste any time, then."
"Ah," Glorfindel said, nodding. "When Erestor sets his sights on someone, he seldom misses the target."
~*~*~*~
Elladan sat before the mirror on Thranduil's dressing table, his eyes closed and hands resting upon the tabletop. He sighed as the King combed and stroked his hair, and occasionally bestowed a soft kiss to the top of his head.
"They are coming," he said softly.
"Yes, I know," Thranduil answered.
Elladan smiled and leaned back into Thranduil's touch. "You have released him to me again."
Thranduil nodded, answering quietly, "His task is done."
Thranduil carefully braided Elladan's hair, patting him on the shoulder when he finished. Elladan rose and stepped around the chair placing his arms around Thranduil's neck as he whispered into his ear, "Thank you, hir nín."
Thranduil smiled and answered. "It has been many years since I have braided anyone's hair but my own. I used to braid Galathil's and Legolas' hair when they were elflings."
Elladan laughed softly. "That is not the only thing I am thanking you for."
Thranduil gave him a little squeeze and a kiss to the side of his head. "I know, pen neth. I know," he answered.
"Adar?"
The sound of Legolas' voice caused the two elves to separate and they turned to see Legolas and Elrohir coming through the doorway, hand in hand.
Legolas and Elrohir parted, Elrohir walking into Elladan's arms and Legolas seeking his father's arms. Thranduil kissed Legolas on the top of the head and held him tight, breathing in his unique scent and reveling in his son's loving embrace. Elrohir buried his face in Elladan's hair as his elder brother held him tight and whispered words of love into his ear.
Thranduil looked at the twins and addressed them quietly, "The two of you will wish some time alone, I would imagine. You may retire to Legolas' room, where you will be undisturbed."
Elladan smiled at the King and guided Elrohir through the door into the private hallway that led to Legolas and Galathil's quarters.
Thranduil moved to sit upon the side of his bed and Legolas sat beside him, resting his head upon his father's shoulder.
"How do you feel, Iôn?" he asked quietly, as he placed an arm around Legolas' shoulders.
Legolas yawned and snuggled closer to his father. "Tired, and a little sore, but good. Very good." He smiled sleepily.
Thranduil patted his son on the shoulder and kissed the top of his head. "You had a memorable and pleasurable first experience then?" he asked softly.
Legolas wrapped his long arms around his father's waist. "Yes, Ada," he answered quietly. "And now I am ready."
Thranduil closed his eyes, still not completely sure what his son's answer would be. "Have you made your choice then, Greenleaf?"
Legolas tilted his head up so that his lips brushed against the curve of his father's ear. "I have, Ada," he answered quietly, his voice almost a purr.
Thranduil swallowed and slid his arm around his son's waist.
"I choose you, Ada," Legolas continued. "It is you that I love."
Thranduil turned to face Legolas and was met with a gentle kiss. He caressed his son's face as Legolas kissed him, his son's lips softly nudging his own apart.
Legolas moaned quietly as he slid his tongue inside Thranduil's mouth and brought his hands up into his father's hair. He kissed him slowly, lovingly, tasting of the one he had wanted for so long.
Thranduil moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and letting Legolas explore to his heart's content. He lay back upon the bed as Legolas slid on top of him and continued to taste him. Finally, they separated, each taking a deep breath and smiling at the other.
"Sleep here with me, Iôn," Thranduil whispered. "Take your rest in my arms."
Legolas smiled and nuzzled his father's mouth. "There is no place I would rather be, Ada," he whispered in reply.
Thranduil sat up, pulling his son with him, and turned back the covers on the bed, tucking Legolas in as he had so many times when he was an elfling. He then rounded the bed and climbed in the other side, sliding over and taking his beloved Greenleaf in his arms. "Sleep, meleth," he said softly. "I will be here when you wake."
Legolas smiled and yawned, snuggling close to his father and resting his head upon the King's shoulder.
~*~*~*~
Elladan laughed softly as he impacted the bed, and grunted as Elrohir fell upon him.
"Oh, I missed you, gwanur," Elrohir breathed into his elder twin's ear.
Elladan wrapped his arms around his younger brother and held him tight. "Did you really?" he asked softly.
Elrohir nodded and kissed Elladan's neck before answering, "Aye, very much."
Elladan closed his eyes and caressed his twin's hair. "It was nigh unbearable, Elrohir. I could not feel you, could not hear you, I could not reach you." He took a deep breath and continued, "I was so frightened, so lost without you."
Elrohir rose to one elbow and looked into his brother's eyes. "Thranduil promised he would take care of you. He promised me he would not leave you alone until I returned. Did he not honor that promise?"
Elladan smiled sadly and nodded. "He did, he was with me the entire time. But it was not the same as being with you, Elrohir. Were you not frightened without me?"
Elrohir slowly shook his head. "I was not frightened because I knew you would be here in the morning, I knew I would see you again." He sighed. "It is strange, Elladan, but before we came here I was becoming jealous; I did not want to share you with anyone else. But now, I am not afraid anymore, I know that you will never love anyone as you do me, never want anyone as you do me. My experience with Legolas taught me that. Is that not strange?"
Elladan furrowed his brow and asked, "How so, Elrohir?"
Elrohir smiled and caressed his brother's face. "Legolas chose me because he saw some of himself in me. You and Thranduil are forces of nature, Elladan, overwhelming, impossible to resist. He looks to his father for the same things I look to you for, comfort, security, and love. When Thranduil closed the link between you and me, when I could no longer feel you, no longer hear you in my mind, I was forced to stand upon my own two legs, forced to be strong. For the first time in my life, I could not look to you for direction. I was on my own." He pressed a brief kiss to his twin's lips. "It was then that I realized I could do it, even if only for a short while." He brushed a tear that began to fall from Elladan's eye. "I know now, why you do what you do, Elladan. I understand my own role in all of this. I love you, more than I know how to explain. But I no longer need your protection, gwanur. I am grown, I am strong in my own right, and I am finally ready to release you from the burden you have carried for so long."
Elladan opened his mouth to protest and Elrohir stopped his lips with his own. "Elladan," he began again, "you have not hurt me, you have not damned me. I could have gotten away from you that night by the lake, I could have said no, but I did not. You are not responsible for anything other than showing me the truth, for showing me that we belong to each other. I beg you, gwanur, release the burden you carry, do not continue to blame yourself for the choice we both made. I love you, Elladan, and I would have it no other way."
Elladan buried his face in his twin's hair and whispered, "Oh, Elrohir, I love you so."
Elrohir smiled and whispered in return, "Amin mela lle, Elladan."
They settled into one another's arms and slept well into the morning.
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