Title & Chapter Number: Good Relations 7/16
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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". 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.
Erestor passed a blushing maid as he made his way back to his room, carrying the tray laden with food for Galathil. By the way she avoided his gaze and rushed past him, he had no doubt she had been in his room, most likely to make up the bed. A smile curved his lips at the thought of her shock at seeing the son of her King, naked and bound, in the middle of his bed, and he wondered what state he would find the Prince in when he finally returned.
He pushed his door open and closed it behind him, setting the tray on the table, before turning his attention to the bed.
Galathil was curled into a tight ball, hiding as much of his body as possible. His face was pressed against his knees, his arms pulled tightly behind him. It could not be a comfortable position, and Erestor felt a momentary pang of sympathy for the arrogant Prince.
Sighing, he crossed the room and gently laid his hand on Galathil's hair.
"I brought you something to eat," Erestor said quietly.
Galathil lifted his head, and the Noldo saw tears of shame and humiliation in his lovely eyes. He also saw a flash of anger in their depths, though it was brief.
Erestor smiled gently at him, and reached up to untie his hands. His nimble fingers made quick work of the knots, and he heard a soft sigh of relief from Galathil when his hands were finally freed.
Galathil did not look at him as he worked the circulation back into his hands, and Erestor hid his smile. He could practically feel the waves of anger rolling off the Sinda Prince.
"Hungry?" Erestor asked mildly, rising from the bed to retrieve the tray he had brought.
"No." The reply was sullen.
He smirked, setting the tray carefully on the bedside table. He settled himself comfortably next to Galathil, noting that the Prince was still avoiding his gaze.
"You have a choice," Erestor said evenly. "You can eat the food I brought for you, or you can go hungry. However, I must tell you that if you choose the latter, there will be no lunch or dinner for you either. If you insist on behaving like an elfling, I will treat you as one."
Galathil's head whipped around as he stared at Erestor. "I am not behaving like an elfling," he muttered through clenched teeth. "The maid saw me like this. It will be all over the hall by this afternoon. Everyone will know."
Erestor lifted an eyebrow. "So? What does that have to do with eating the food I brought for you?"
The Prince stiffened. "You cannot treat me like this."
The other eyebrow joined the first. "Treat you like what?" Erestor asked patiently.
"Like I am nothing!" Galathil sputtered angrily.
Erestor nodded, his lips curving into a smile. "You do not like being treated as though you were less than worthy of my affections?"
"No!"
"Ah," Erestor replied, his smile was mocking. "Yet you saw nothing wrong with treating Elladan and Elrohir in the same fashion."
Galathil stared at him a moment, confusion written on his lovely face.
"You would not even consider the Peredhil worthy of your attentions, is that not right?" Erestor continued, inwardly amused by the expression on the Prince's face. "It is not a good feeling, is it, Prince? To be treated as though you were less."
"No," Galathil finally answered. "It is not."
Erestor saw his shoulder's slump as the anger left him, though he wondered if Galathil truly understood what he was trying to teach him.
"Come," he said quietly, stroking the long, blonde hair tenderly away from Galathil's face. "You are hungry, no doubt. It is hard to think on an empty stomach." He was surprised when the Prince leaned into his touch, but the reaction pleased him.
Galathil reached for the piece of fruit that Erestor offered him and ate it, the juice dripping down his fingers. When he went to lick them, Erestor caught his hand, and brought it to his mouth. Slowly, teasingly, he licked the juice from Galathil's fingers, smiling at the Prince's quiet gasp.
Still smiling, he handed Galathil a biscuit drizzled with honey. When the Prince had finished eating it, he leaned forward, running his tongue over Galathil's lips to catch the drops of honey still clinging to them.
The Prince remained still, though his eyes closed at Erestor's touch. He opened his mouth, allowing Erestor's tongue to slip inside, and the Noldo tasted his sweetness. With a quiet groan, Erestor drew Galathil into his arms, cradling his body against him.
He fed him a ripe slice of melon, and licked the juice from his lips. He smeared honey on his fingertips and ran them across Galathil's lower lip, then sucked the sweet, stickiness clean. He held a blackberry between his fingers and pressed it slowly between Galathil's lips, then gathered the juice from the corners of his mouth with his tongue. With each action, each caress, Galathil's body trembled, and he could feel the hard press of his arousal against his leg.
Erestor smiled and glanced at the tray. With the exception of a few crumbs and smears of honey, the tray was empty. He turned his attention to Galathil once more, running his hands slowly over his shoulders and down his chest. His fingertips lightly brushed over the pale, rose colored nipples and he felt them harden beneath his touch.
Galathil gasped quietly when Erestor bent his head down, running the tip of his tongue over one hardened peak. His gasp turned to a full-fledged groan when Erestor's fingers found the other nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
He lifted his head and smiled at the Prince. "I think I could get used to seeing you this way: naked and wanting," he crooned softly. "It suits you."
Galathil's cheeks colored, but he did not resist when Erestor pushed him gently back against the mattress. The elf lord straddled his chest, his nimble fingers unfastening the ties to his leggings and freeing his member. He rose to his knees, and without being asked, Galathil opened his mouth. His hands reached up and grasped Erestor's hips, guiding him forward until he could wrap his lips around the length of flesh in front of him.
Erestor's head fell back on his shoulders as he gripped the headboard. He rocked his hips slowly, and allowed Galathil to guide his movements. Soft whimpers of need escaped the Prince even as he worked Erestor's length with his lips and tongue. The sounds combined with the delicious friction of warmth and wetness drove Erestor over the edge quickly. With a low growl, he came, spilling his seed into Galathil's throat, watching as the Prince struggled to swallow.
A pleased smile curved Erestor's mouth as he pulled away, sliding his body next to Galathil's. "You learn quickly, Prince," he said quietly. He ran his fingers down Galathil's chest and lightly across his throbbing length, catching the drops of moisture that leaked from the tip with his fingers. He brought them to his lips and licked them clean with a hum of pleasure.
Galathil looked at him with open hunger. "Please, my Lord."
Erestor kissed him tenderly. "Patience, my Prince," he whispered, chuckling at Galathil's plaintive moan. He rose from the bed, retying the laces to his leggings.
"Come, it is time for you to get dressed and greet your father and brother. Elladan and Elrohir have promised to give your father a demonstration of their skills with the sword. I am eager to see how your skill compares with theirs."
~*~*~*~
Elladan and Elrohir were summoned to Thranduil's study during the noon hour. Upon arriving, they found Legolas was there as well. The twins smiled warmly at their hosts, bestowing kisses to both father and son before sitting in the high-backed chairs across the desk from Thranduil. Legolas stood beside his father with his hand resting upon the King's shoulder.
Thranduil laid his hands upon the desk and began. "I have summoned you here because we share a similar dilemma. I have received a missive from the Lady Galadriel inquiring about the progress the two of you have made in courting my sons." He glanced up at Legolas and smiled before returning his bright blue gaze to the twins. "It seems the Lady is quite determined to see a match made between the two of you and the Princes of my realm. The four of us know that a true bond cannot be formed between the two of you and Legolas and Galathil, as your hearts belong to one another, as Legolas' heart belongs to me and mine to him."
Elladan rose from his chair and began pacing the room. "She will not let it rest! Why can she not leave us alone?"
Elrohir rose as well and tried to calm his twin. "Elladan, gwanur, please…"
Thranduil addressed the twins. "Indeed, she will not let it rest. If a match is not made here, she will pursue others until the two of you either confess your love for one another or choose mates." He sighed. "Even if you do confess, I fear that will drive her to more extreme measures."
Elladan wheeled around. "You do not think she would separate us? Force us to be apart?"
Thranduil sat back in his chair and sighed. "Her kindred have suffered long through the ages. It is out of love that she does this, Elladan. She does not wish you harm, but she worries about what will happen if her fears are realized. She suspects that the bond you two share is more than what it appears, otherwise she would not be so bent on seeing the two of you married." He glanced back at Legolas and smiled again. "But, I do believe I have a solution to this dilemma."
Elrohir looked at Thranduil and answered, "What, my Lord? We will do anything to keep from being parted or hurting our loved ones."
Thranduil rose from his chair and rounded the desk as Legolas followed. "I propose a match be made, though not the match she seeks."
Elladan furrowed his brow and turned to face the King. "What match, my Lord?"
Legolas smiled and stepped forward to address the twins. "A match between your brother and me, and you and my father."
A sly grin began to spread across Elrohir's face when Thranduil continued.
"I will take you, Elladan, as my mate, as Legolas takes Elrohir. This match will of course be for convenience. You and Elrohir are free to love one another, to live in my realm without fear of being caught or judged. This match will afford Legolas and me to be together as well."
Legolas caressed Elrohir's face. "It would not be entirely false, as I have grown to care about both of you, as has my father. In public, we would be the picture of bonded bliss, loving, doting, devoted to one another. However, in private, we would be free to lie in the arms of the ones we love, without fear of judgement."
Elladan stood and looked at his twin, temporarily stunned that Thranduil and Legolas would make such an offer. Then, a sly grin began to curve his lips and he nodded. "Yes! That is perfect!" He approached Thranduil and wrapped his arms around the King's waist. "Pretending would not be so hard," he said coyly. "As I do find your majesty passing fair and a wonderful lover."
Elrohir trailed his fingers along one of Legolas' braids. "To have a "mate" as beautiful as the Prince of Mirkwood would indeed be a great honor." He looked over his shoulder at Elladan. "To share our lives with the two of you would be an adventure to say the least."
Thranduil chuckled heartily and pressed his lips to Elladan's forehead before answering, "I think it is Legolas and I that are in for the adventure, pen rhovan." He released the elder twin and placed his arm back around Legolas as Elladan and Elrohir moved to embrace one another. "Well then, it appears we have a solution. I will make the announcement at dinner this evening. I suspect Glorfindel and Haldir will be quite surprised. We will have word sent to your parents and the Lord and Lady of the Wood post haste and begin planning the bonding ceremony." He pressed a gentle kiss to his son's head and smiled. "Now, Glorfindel and Haldir will surely be wondering where the two of you are. I suggest we begin our ruse by meeting them on the training grounds. I seem to remember talk of sword play last night?"
The twins burst into laughter and nodded. "Aye, that you did, my Lord," Elladan answered.
Elrohir chimed in, "We would be happy to demonstrate our skills, if your majesty so desires it."
Thranduil guided the twins to the door and playfully slapped both of their backsides as he ushered them into the hall. "Now go, you miscreants. My son and I will join you on the training grounds after the midday meal."
He closed the door behind them, smiling at their laughter as they made their way down the hall. He turned to Legolas and smiled. "'Tis a strange fate that has befallen us, Iôn," he said gently. "To lose my heart to one who came from my own loins."
Legolas gently shook his head. "Nay, `tis not strange, Ada. I have loved you all my life. I believe I was sent here for you, that this was meant to be."
Thranduil embraced his son, whispering against his forehead. "You must be right, Legolas, " he answered softly. "For in all my life, I have never loved another as I love you."
Father and son left the study and made their way arm in arm down the hall, separating as they stepped into the public corridors.
~*~*~*~
Elladan smiled warmly as he and Elrohir met Glorfindel, Haldir, Erestor, and Galathil on the training grounds. He cocked his head slightly as he regarded the elder Prince, thinking that there was definitely something different about him since he saw him last.
"Mae Govannen," he said warmly, nodding at each of them.
Glorfindel regarded Elladan with a slightly skeptical gaze. "Mae Govannen, Elladan, Elrohir. Where have the two of you been? We missed you at breakfast this morning."
Legolas approached Elrohir from behind and wrapped his arms around him peeking over his shoulder and answering the warrior. "That is my fault, Lord Glorfindel. I am afraid I was reluctant to release Elrohir."
Thranduil stepped next to Elladan, caressing the Peredhil's cheek with the back on one hand. "As I was reluctant to release Elladan, charmed as I was by him."
Glorfindel's eyes widened and Haldir coughed and poked the warrior in the back. "Do you mean to say, my Lord, that Elladan spent the night in your company?" Glorfindel asked.
Thranduil slid his arm around Elladan's waist and pulled him close. "Aye, that is what I mean to say. He is enchanting indeed, and I was no less surprised than you are, Glorfindel."
Elladan wrapped his arms around Thranduil's waist. "I have come to appreciate the company of the King, Glorfindel," he said to the dumb-struck Vanya. "We spent a fair amount of time getting to know one another last night, and we plan to come to know one another better as our visit progresses."
Glorfindel smiled and bowed his head slightly. "Pardon, my Lord. But I would like a word with Elladan, if I may."
Thranduil smiled and released Elladan. "Certainly, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel took Elladan by the elbow and drug him away from the group. Elrohir watched out of the corner of his eye while bestowing kisses and caresses to Legolas.
Erestor smirked and eyed the King with a knowing smile, which Thranduil returned with equal measure.
Glorfindel grasped Elladan by the arms and spun him around. "Just what do you think you are doing?" he barked.
Elladan furrowed his brow and replied with no small measure of feigned innocence. "What do you mean, Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel narrowed his gaze and grumbled, "You know what I speak of, Elladan. You were not brought here to seduce Thranduil, you were brought here to see if a match could be made between you and one of his sons!"
Elladan smiled and replied, "I know why I was brought here, Glorfindel. Naneth and Adar seem to feel that Elrohir and I are too wild and need someone to tame us. You should know that this is no easy task, and frankly, Galathil was not up to the challenge. It seems in everyone's efforts to see Elrohir and I brought to heel, I have ended up in the arms of Thranduil, who has done exactly what everyone seems to think was needed." He took a deep breath and shot a smoldering glance at the King over Glorfindel's shoulder. "I am content in his arms, Glorfindel, I need no other."
Glorfindel looked back at the Mirkwood King, heeding the amorous glance he was giving the Peredhil, and turned back to Elladan. "I hope you know what you are doing, Elladan. Thranduil is not one to be trifled with. He knows more and sees more than anyone save your father and the Lady Galadriel. If you are up to tricks, he will crush you like a moth."
Elladan smiled sweetly at Glorfindel. "I do not know what you could be referring to, Glorfindel. I am up to no tricks, I assure you."
The warrior released him and growled low as Elladan returned to the arms of Thranduil. Glorfindel returned to Haldir's side and forced a smile as Thranduil addressed them.
"Come, my son wishes to spar with the twins and Galathil. Let us elders sit and watch, shall we?" Thranduil held out his hand and guided Glorfindel, Haldir, and Erestor to sit on a low wall nearby.
Glorfindel sat next to Haldir, who leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What has happened, meleth?"
Glorfindel shook his head and answered quietly, "It appears that Elladan is quite smitten with Thranduil, or so he says. I just hope he is not up to games."
Haldir glanced at the King who was conversing with Erestor. "I join you in that hope, a'maelamin. For if he is, he will learn a hard lesson."
Erestor sat next to Thranduil and leaned over to speak softly in the King's ear. "Your son is a fast learner, my Lord."
Thranduil smiled and nodded. "Aye, faster than I was, I hope."
Erestor smiled. "He has not the stubborn streak you had when you were sent to me, my Lord. He merely needed a little guidance, he has learned well thus far."
Thranduil patted the Counselor on the knee. "I am glad to hear it, Lord Erestor. Though I am sure his lessons are far from over." Thranduil observed the amorous glance his eldest shot the Counselor and chuckled. "Ai, I fear he is smitten with his tutor, Erestor."
Erestor smiled and mumbled in reply, "I may be a bit smitten myself…"
Thranduil leaned over and replied, "I am sorry? I did not hear what you said."
Erestor cleared his throat and responded, "It will pass, my Lord. You remember how you once looked at me?"
Thranduil smiled broadly and nodded. "Aye, that I do… that I do."
Galathil and Legolas teamed up against the twins, sparing with training swords and in hand to hand. With swords, they were evenly matched; each bout was a draw. When it came time for hand to hand, however, Galathil was in for a bit of a surprise.
Legolas grunted as he landed squarely upon his back, Elrohir pinning him quickly to the ground. He flushed and smiled wickedly as he felt the Peredhil's arousal press against his own. "Ai, Elrohir, are you trying to undo me in front of my father?"
Elrohir grinned and dipped his head to whisper in Legolas' ear. "Perhaps I am, bain nín."
Legolas laughed wickedly and thrust his hips up into Elrohir's. "Then stop playing and do it, pen rhovan."
Elrohir shook his head slightly and growled, "You do tempt me, Legolas. I remember all too well how good you felt writhing beneath me."
Legolas purred, "And I remember how good you felt as I rode your body to my completion, your deep moans echoing in my ears."
Elrohir's face hovered over Legolas'. "Ai, rwalaer, if you keep talking like that, I may take you here and now."
Legolas arched again, straining against Elrohir's grip, but not enough to break free. "Promises, promises, Elrohir."
Galathil was pinned face down, Elladan's hands holding his wrists as his fingers clawed at the ground. The Peredhil dipped his mouth to his ear and whispered, "You struggle so delightfully, Galathil." He took a deep breath as the Sinda's backside gyrated against his burgeoning arousal. "If I were not so taken with your father, I would…"
Galathil's own words were a shock to his ears. "I belong to another, you cannot have what you wish of me, Peredhil. Perhaps my brother is weak enough to fall for one of your kind, but I am not."
Elladan smirked as he glanced up at Thranduil. "So my `kind' as you put it, is good enough for your brother, and good enough for your father, but not good enough for you?"
Galathil growled and renewed his struggle. "I know not why Legolas falls for your brother, but my father falls for no one. He is merely playing with you, Elladan, and when he is finished, he will cast you aside without a second thought!"
Elladan smiled and brushed his lips along the curve. "We will see, pen rhovan, we will see." He rose off the struggling Sinda and brushed the sand from his leggings.
Thranduil clapped and rose from his place on the wall. "Well done, lirimaer, well done."
Elladan bowed and winked at the King as Galathil rose to his feet and grumbled. Erestor caught the elder Prince by the elbow and said quietly, "It appears our lessons are not finished."
Galathil blushed bright red and bowed his head. "I know not what you mean, my Lord."
Erestor tugged him from the training grounds toward his chamber. "Oh, I think you do."
Glorfindel rose to his feet and furrowed his brow. Haldir leaned forward and whispered, "What was that about, meleth?"
Glorfindel looked back at his lover and smiled wryly. "Oh, I do believe we have discovered the reason for Erestor's chipper mood this morning."
Haldir snorted and shook his head.
Elladan slid his arms around Thranduil's waist and pressed a lingering kiss upon the King's lips. "I am afraid your eldest does not approve of our relationship, meleth nín."
Thranduil nuzzled Elladan's ear and softly replied, "Galathil has much to learn, and I have found him the perfect teacher."
Elladan laughed softly. "Indeed, Erestor is a stern task master. If he can not learn from him, he will learn from no one."
Legolas nipped at Elrohir's lower lip, chuckling at the low groan that issued from him. "Shall we lie here all day, or shall we retire to your bedchamber?"
Elrohir heard Glorfindel clear his throat and he reluctantly rose from his place atop Legolas, offering the Prince his hand. Legolas rose from the ground gracefully and bowed to Elrohir before wrapping his arms around the younger twin's waist and placing a soft kiss upon his lips.
Glorfindel addressed Thranduil. "Well, it appears things have turned out differently than I had anticipated. However, Elrohir and Legolas seem to be quite fond of one another."
Haldir nodded and bumped the Vanya from behind. "Quite fond indeed."
Thranduil smiled as he held Elladan close. "Yes, Elrohir makes my son very happy," he answered quietly. He then turned to the two warriors. "Perhaps the two of you would grace us with a demonstration of your fighting abilities?"
Haldir snorted again as Glorfindel reached behind him and got a firm grip on the Silvan's crotch, causing Haldir to gasp quietly. "I am afraid Haldir and I do not share the same fighting style, my Lord. He is primarily an archer where as I am a swordsman."
Thranduil nodded, noting the strained expression on Haldir's face. "Yes, I understand," he replied, barely able to contain the laughter that threatened to rise to the surface. "I would imagine that you would come out on top more often than not, Glorfindel."
Before the surprised Vanya could reply, he turned back to Elladan. "Come, melethron, let us get you into a bath before our evening meal."
Elladan purred, "Yes, let us do that." His hand wandered down to cup Thranduil's backside as they departed the training grounds.
Legolas slipped from Elrohir's grasp and began walking quickly toward his quarters. "I am willing to bet that I can beat you back to my room, lirimaer."
Elrohir raised one eyebrow and smiled. "Oh really? Well, we will just have to see about that." He took off after Legolas as the Prince bolted through the doorway.
Glorfindel felt Haldir's hand grip his wrist.
"Do you plan on releasing me soon, Glorfindel?" The marchwarden asked through clenched teeth.
Glorfindel released him and hooked one ankle behind Haldir's, quickly forcing him to his back in the sand. "Not just yet, melethron," he growled playfully.
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