Title & Chapter Number: Good Relations 9/16
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 of forming a political union.
Notes: Thanks to Orchyd Constyne for the Sindarin translations.
Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas quietly left Erestor's chambers, leaving Galathil to receive his well-earned reward in privacy. Legolas' head was swimming from what he witnessed, not so much from Elladan and Elrohir's charms as from Erestor's participation. He had not realized the Counselor's skills as a tutor were so far reaching.
As he walked down the hall, buttoning the last buttons on his tunic, he felt Elladan grasp his arm and stop him. He turned and looked into the Peredhil's eyes, seeing they were still dark with passion, and he imagined his own looked much the same. Elladan's fingers traced his jaw, traveling down his neck and chest to where his tunic was closed.
"I wonder," Elladan said quietly, his voice thick with lust. "Is our younger Prince as tasty as his brother?"
Before Legolas could react, or Elrohir could protest, he quickly pulled the Sinda Prince into his arms and pressed a bruising kiss to his mouth. He crushed Legolas' lithe body against his own; vaguely hearing Elrohir's protest as he tangled one hand in his flaxen mane and the other clasped Legolas' buttocks. At first, Legolas did not resist, too shocked and dazed by his own need to do anything other than yield. But then, he heard the muffled moans of protest and felt the Prince's lithe body begin to struggle against him, bringing back memories of Elrohir's struggle that first night. He reluctantly released Legolas, gasping for air as he felt the Prince shove him roughly away. He opened his eyes and looked into Legolas' angry, dark gaze.
"How dare you!" Legolas shouted. "I am not some trinket you can pick up and amuse yourself with, Elladan."
Elrohir stepped up behind Legolas and looked at his brother with a look of confusion and amazement. "Elladan? What were you doing? Why…"
Elladan made no reply or excuse; other than to smile wolfishly at the younger Prince as he stormed down the hall. He turned his gaze to his younger twin and muttered. "Well, I suppose I am in trouble now. He will tell his father and I will bear Thranduil's wrath."
Elrohir shook his head, confusion and disappointment in his eyes. "Why did you do that, Elladan? Legolas has never done anything to hurt you. He has been a kind and generous friend, and yet you treat him this way." He turned and began to follow Legolas down the hall.
"Where are you going, Elrohir?" Elladan called after his twin.
Elrohir looked back over his shoulder. "I am going to see to Legolas, and to apologize for your actions."
Elladan called after him. "You leave me for him? You choose him over me?" He had no reply from his brother as Elrohir ran after the Prince. He walked back to the rooms he and Elrohir shared, alone, hurt and angry.
~*~*~*~
Elrohir caught Legolas in the hall and stopped him. "Wait, meleth, please," he said gently.
Legolas wiped his mouth with his sleeve and glared at Elrohir. "Why did he do that? What have I done to him? I did nothing to deserve that," he answered, his voice thick with anger and hurt.
Elrohir caressed Legolas' face and answered softly, "I know, Legolas, I know. I am sorry, bain nín. Sometimes Elladan does rash things, he does not think of the consequences. His intention was not to hurt you, I can assure you of that."
Legolas softened somewhat to Elrohir's touch and questioned quietly, "Does he do things like that to you?"
An expression of sadness crossed Elrohir's face for a moment before he answered, "Elladan loves me, Legolas. Of that, I am sure, no other has loved me as much, or sacrificed as much to see me happy. If you only knew him as I do…"
Legolas stepped back and put up his hand. "Say no more, Elrohir. It was an inappropriate question for me to ask, forgive me."
Elrohir took Legolas' hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss upon it. "I am sorry, Legolas. I do not want to see you hurt and unhappy."
Legolas shook his head, gently pulling his hand away. "I am not hurt, I will get over it. I just did not expect that from him, that is all." He held up his hand and silenced Elrohir, "Truly, I am fine, mellon. Now go, find your brother. I have duties to attend to." He turned on his heel and left Elrohir alone in the corridor.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil sat in his study, pouring over the latest request for trade rights on the eastern boarder of his realm. He had a pounding headache that came on suddenly, and he set down the quill and rubbed his temples. Something was amiss; he could feel it. He was relatively sure it was not Galathil, as he trusted Erestor implicitly. The only other thing it could be was Legolas, and that worried him. He sensed the presence of his youngest and looked up to see him standing in front of his desk.
"Are you all right, Ada?" Legolas asked softly.
One look at his son told him that Legolas was most certainly not all right. He rose from his chair and quickly rounded the desk, taking his son in his arms. "Legolas," he said softly, caressing his face. "What is the matter? What has happened?"
Legolas shook his head. "Nothing, Adar. Just a misunderstanding, all is well now."
Thranduil tilted his son's chin up so their gazes met. "What misunderstanding? With who? Tell me, Iôn."
"Really, Ada. It is nothing, I am fine. Please, let me handle it." He answered quietly, reaching up to caress his father's face. "You, however, look as though you have a headache." He stepped back out of his father's embrace, clasping his hand and tugging him along with him. "Come, let me take care of you, Ada."
Thranduil followed his son from his library to his chamber, watching Legolas latch the door behind him. As he saw his son turn to face him, he felt his heart skip. The time had come, the moment he had hoped for since Legolas first made his feelings known. He watched his son cross the room to him; the simple grace of his movements nearly broke his heart. Legolas came to a stop in front of him, rising to the balls of his feet as he placed his hands upon his shoulders.
"Amin mela lle, Ada," his deep voice whispered.
"Amin mela lle, Greenleaf," Thranduil answered.
He watched Legolas' mouth close on his own and he closed his eyes, yielding to his son's gentle kiss. He moaned quietly as Legolas wrapped his long arms around him, his deep, soft voice moaning, his soft lips caressing, his tongue entreating entrance into his mouth. The first swipe of Legolas' tongue inside his mouth set his loins on fire, and he carefully wrapped his arms around his son's lithe body. He took great care not to do anything other than respond to Legolas' actions; his son needed to take the lead.
He felt Legolas press him back toward the bed and he released him long enough to sit on its side. His heart was bursting with love and want for the beautiful gift that was his Greenleaf. It was not until that moment that he realized it was Legolas he had waited for, Legolas he had been in love with all his life, in one way or another.
Legolas stood before his father, smiling down at him as he nudged his knees apart and placed his hands on his father's shoulders, pushing him back to the bed. He leaned over him and placed another kiss upon his lips. He moaned quietly as he explored Thranduil's mouth again, he tasted so good, like vanilla and spice, sweet and intoxicating. He came to rest atop his father's body, kissing him slowly, savoring his scent and taste, cherishing the gift that was his Ada. They broke from their kiss and he stared into the dark, lapis pools of his father's eyes, eyes that had seduced and bewitched so many. "Amin mela lle, Ada," he whispered against his lips.
Thranduil pushed Legolas' hair away from his face and smiled. "As I love you, Iôn. I will always love you, Legolas. No other shall ever hold my heart." He saw the want in Legolas' eyes, felt the need in his young body, and for the first time he felt a little scared. He swallowed and asked gently, "Are you sure this is what you want, Iôn? Once we do this, we can never go back to the way things were."
Legolas smiled gently, feeling the need in his father's strong body, seeing the love in his eyes, hearing it in his voice. "Yes, Ada, I am sure. You are the one I love, you are the one I want for all time."
"What of Elrohir, Greenleaf? I sensed something between you, something special," he answered.
Legolas caressed his father's face and answered, "I care for Elrohir, this is true. But he is not the one I love; my heart belongs to you, Ada. It always will."
He lowered his head and kissed Thranduil again, tasting him, savoring him. He moaned as his father opened his mouth wider, drawing him further in. He felt his strong hands come to rest upon his back, caressing him, holding him ever so gently. He always felt safe here, in his father's arms, safe and loved beyond anything he could have ever imagined. They broke from their kiss, each gasping for air, and Legolas watched his father succumb to the passion that built between them, saw him beautifully surrender to his touch.
His nimble fingers opened the clasps on his robes, peeling the fabric away to expose his alabaster skin. Legolas' hands roamed across the wide plain of his father's chest, his fingers spread wide as he explored what lay beneath him. He dipped his mouth to one of the rings that pierced Thranduil's nipples, fondling it against his tongue and nipping gently with his teeth. He smiled as his father groaned and arched beneath him, pressing his chest to his mouth. He worked his way lower, exploring his rippled stomach and probing his navel with his tongue. "Anrion le, Ada," he whispered huskily.
"Saes, Greenleaf," Thranduil whispered, "I am yours."
"So generous a gift," he replied, his voice thick with lust.
"So good a son deserves so generous a gift," Thranduil replied breathlessly.
Legolas rose from the bed and began removing his tunic and leggings, casting amorous glances at his father as he watched. Thranduil slid free of his robes and climbed back upon the bed, anxiously awaiting his son.
Legolas climbed upon the bed, settling himself between Thranduil's legs, his hands roaming over his father's long thighs. "Bainwan," he said softly.
Thranduil closed his eyes, feeling the insistent throb of his arousal as it pulsed against his stomach. Legolas tormented him slowly, teasing caresses with his hands and mouth, his soft breath fluttering along his length and between his legs. He clutched the iron headboard in his hands as he moaned softly, arching and undulating beneath his son's touch.
He arched his back and gasped as he felt Legolas' lips caress his heated length. He felt as if his heart would explode from his chest as tears of love fell from his eyes. He groaned as Legolas took him into his mouth and his son's long fingers circled his entrance. He whimpered when Legolas' mouth left his length, only to moan again as he felt his tongue lathe the soft pouch that lay beneath it, then travel to his entrance, flicking against it before delving inside.
"Aiya!" he breathed, as Legolas' tongue breached his body, and his desire climbed to new heights. "By Elbereth, Greenleaf," he croaked. He heard Legolas laugh softly and felt his sweet breath flutter against his entrance. He opened to his lover's assault; there was nothing he would deny his love; Legolas was his reason for being.
Legolas removed his tongue and pulled back, gazing up at his father with lust glazed eyes. He placed one finger in his mouth, wetting it thoroughly. He saw his father nod and he placed a second one in as well, coating them as best he could before returning them to his entrance.
Thranduil cried out softly as Legolas' fingers breached his body, tensing only for a moment before opening to him.
Legolas rotated and scissored his fingers inside his lover's body, crooking them as he sought that place that would send fire roaring through his veins. He smiled as he found it and watched his father cry out and buck against his hand. "Does that feel good, Ada?" he asked softly.
"Yes, oh yes," Thranduil breathed.
"I want to be inside you, Ada. Will you let me?" he asked sultrily.
"Anything, Greenleaf, you can have anything you want of me," he answered breathlessly.
Legolas stroked his own arousal, coating it with the essence that was already leaking from the tip. He gathered his father's powerful thighs in his arms and positioned himself at his entrance, gazing down at his beautiful face that was so lost in passion. He pushed inside and buried himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust, throwing his head back as he groaned.
Thranduil cried out as Legolas buried himself in his body, his breath coming in ragged waves and his skin glistening with sweat. He was filled by one who fit perfectly inside him, and he was overcome by love.
"Oh, Ada," Legolas whispered breathlessly, desperately trying to stave off his own release that was building rapidly inside him. "You feel so good, so very good."
Thranduil whispered his son's name as he felt him move inside him. He opened his eyes as he felt Legolas' silken hair brush his cheek and he gazed into his son's deep blue eyes. "Meleth nín," he whispered as Legolas' lips descended upon his own.
Legolas pressed a bruising kiss to his father's mouth, swallowing his cries of ecstasy, plundering its depths with his tongue. He reached in between them, taking Thranduil's silken length in his hand and stroking it in time with his thrusts. He wanted so badly for them to find climax together, and his own was rapidly approaching.
Thranduil gasped as they broke their kiss, a deep rumbling growl coming from deep within him as he found his release and Legolas milked his essence from his body.
Legolas cried out as his own release followed immediately after, his arousal mercilessly squeezed inside the constricting passage. He collapsed upon his father's chest, alternating between laughing and crying, he was so overwhelmed.
Thranduil wrapped his arms around his son and stroked his hair. "Meleth nín," he whispered against the top of Legolas' head.
"Seron vell," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
Thranduil held his son in his arms as Legolas' trembling subsided and he finally slipped from his body. He gathered Legolas' lithe body in his powerful arms and carried him to the bath, holding him in the warm water and placing gentle kisses upon his swollen lips, promising to love him for all time.
~*~*~*~
Elrohir entered Elladan's room to find him lying upon his back in the bed, staring at the ceiling. He winced as Elladan shot him an angry look and he crossed the room to sit on the bed beside him.
"Why are you not with your young lover, gwanunig nín?" Elladan asked, anger evident in his voice.
"Because I would rather be with you, Elladan," Elrohir answered softly.
Elladan sat up in the bed and looked at Elrohir, his gaze freezing his twin's blood. "I knew we should not have come here, already they have come between us, already Legolas has wrested your heart from me."
Elrohir shook his head vigorously. "Nay, that is not true, Elladan. You know I love you more than anyone, I will never love another."
"That is not how it seemed to me, Elrohir," Elladan responded coldly, "When you left me in the hallway to run after him. Now you are in my bed. Did he turn you away? Has he tired of you so soon?"
Tears pricked at Elrohir's eyes and he looked at the bed. "Why do you say such hurtful things to me, Elladan?" He gasped as Elladan reached out and grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his head, turning him so that he faced him.
"Because you betrayed me, Elrohir, you chose him over me. You were more worried about his feelings than my own," he took a deep breath and brought his lips to Elrohir's ear, "because you are caulen." He pulled Elrohir to lie on his back and covered his body with his own. "I will suffer every moment of every day for succumbing to my desire for you," he growled.
Tears spilled openly from Elrohir's eyes, staining his reddened cheeks. His lower lip trembled as he answered, "Saes, muindor, do not say that."
Elladan looked at his twin and saw the pain in his eyes. His own feelings were at war within him, he did not understand why he did what he did to Legolas, or why he said the things that so hurt his beloved now. He released Elrohir and sat up burying his face in his hands as he fought not to cry.
Elrohir sat up and placed his hand upon Elladan's back. "Saes, muindor, what is happening? Why are you so angry? What can I do?" he asked quietly, choking on his own tears.
Elladan turned his face to Elrohir and croaked, "I am afraid, Elrohir, I am scared to death."
Elrohir slid closer and placed his arms around Elladan's waist. "Of what, meleth?" he asked quietly.
"Of losing you," Elladan answered. "I saw the way you and Legolas looked at one another after you spent the night together, I see that he cares for you and you for him." He took a deep breath and continued, "We were so young, Elrohir. You have never had the chance to love another, to have a normal life; I took that chance from you. I took your innocence from you." He drew a ragged breath. "I lied, Elrohir. You did not betray me. I betrayed you because I could not resist my own desire for you. Now my selfishness has brought us both to ruin." He broke down in tears.
Elrohir gathered Elladan into his arms and held him close, fighting off his own tears. "Oh Elladan, my brave and beautiful brother. I have never regretted what you did. I have been thankful for it; you showed me what was in my heart, what I was too afraid to see by myself. Had it not been for you, I would have gone from lover to lover, always unsatisfied, always missing what I really needed." He turned Elladan's face to his own. "I love you, Elladan, with all of my heart and soul. My heart will belong to you and only you until the end of our days."
"Forgive me, Elrohir," Elladan sobbed as he clutched his twin's tunic. "I have hurt you, I have…"
"Ssshhh," Elrohir chided gently as he pressed his fingers to Elladan's lips. "You did not mean to, I know this. Fear makes us do foolish things, Elladan." He smiled gently and caressed his twin's face. "Before we left the Golden Wood, I too was afraid, afraid you would tire of me. I no longer wanted to share you with others, though I could not see how to avoid it. Thranduil has given us the answer to our problems; he has given us a way to be together forever. Legolas is my friend, meleth, no more."
Elladan leaned into his brother's embrace and whispered, "Amin mela lle, Elrohir, always."
"Always," Elrohir replied as he gently laid his twin upon the bed, snuggling into his arms and holding him close.
After a moment of silence, Elladan softly spoke, "I must apologize to Legolas. He did not deserve what I did."
Elrohir caressed his brother's hair and nodded. "Yes, you must, but not now. Now is for us to be together."
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel rose from the bed where he and Haldir were napping as he heard the envelope slide underneath their door. He crossed the room and retrieved it, returning to the bed as Haldir sighed and rolled back into his arms.
"What is that, meleth?" Haldir asked softly.
Glorfindel opened it and read it aloud, "You are cordially invited to share dinner with King Thranduil and his son Legolas to hear an announcement." He raised one eyebrow as he looked down at the top of his lover's head. "I wonder what this is about?" he asked suspiciously.
Haldir chuckled and snuggled closer. "Perhaps the King is about to propose marriage to Elladan."
Glorfindel snorted and slapped his lover's suede covered backside. "Do not be ridiculous, Haldir. Elladan is a passing fancy for the King, no more."
Haldir stretched his feline limbs and snuggled close again. "Well, one never knows, meleth nín. For example, take us. We are quite the unlikely pair."
Glorfindel chuckled and caressed his lover's bare arm. "Yes, one moment I am sleeping peacefully, the next I am presented with a naked and trussed marchwarden in my chamber. Now here I find myself hopelessly in love with said naked and trussed marchwarden."
Haldir snorted and nipped his lover's bare chest. "That was all part of the plan, meleth, to trick you into giving me your heart."
Glorfindel laughed heartily and squeezed his lover. "Well, your plan worked, for you have it, meleth nín."
"As you have mine, a'maelamin," Haldir whispered in return.
"Mmm… lucky me," Glorfindel purred as he rolled over his lover.
"Glorfindel!" Haldir gasped as the warrior reached inside his leggings.
"Haldir!" Glorfindel gasped playfully as he assaulted his lover's ear with his lips.
"Aiya," Haldir breathed, "You wear me out, Vanya."
"Never, not my strong Galadhrim," he purred in response.
~*~*~*~
Galathil stood in front of the mirror, having emerged from a languorous and wonderful bath with his tutor. He smoothed the folds of his ceremonial robes and checked his braids one final time. He wondered why his father was planning a formal state dinner that evening, but he had learned long ago not to question him. He smiled as he felt Erestor's hands slide across the velvet of his tunic and leaned back into his tutor's embrace.
"I am quite pleased with your performance this afternoon, my Princeling. Can I trust now that you have learned your lessons well?" the Noldo's deep voice purred softly in his ear.
Galathil nodded and responded breathlessly, "Yes, my Lord."
"Excellent. I am well pleased with you this day, Prince Galathil." Erestor released his student, placing a soft kiss upon the back of his head.
Galathil blinked as he felt the uncharacteristically gentle kiss his tutor bestowed upon him and turned around to meet Erestor's gaze. He swallowed the lump in his throat and asked nervously, "May I have permission to speak freely, my Lord?"
Erestor cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, of course," he answered quietly.
"Do you…" he cleared his throat as his voice cracked from nerves. He took a deep breath and began again, "Do you… feel anything… for me?"
Erestor's eyes grew wide upon hearing the question. It was not the first time that one of his pupils was smitten with him, but it was the first time one had ever been bold enough to ask him directly. He pushed his own feelings firmly aside and responded as he always had to overtures of affection from one he had taught. "That is not what these lessons were about, my Prince." He watched Galathil's face drop and his gaze fall to the floor, and felt a pang of sorrowful guilt at his own deception. It was wrong, and he knew it, but the hurt he had seen in Galathil's eyes cut him straight to his heart. He reached out and turned the Prince's gaze back up to his own. "But in answer to your question," he hesitated, swallowing, "Yes, I do care for you, pen neth."
Galathil's eyes lit up and a smile graced his handsome face, and Erestor felt his heart skip a beat. Galathil fell to his knees in the floor in front of Erestor, grasping his hands and pressing them to his cheek. "Oh, my Lord," he began breathlessly. "I would do anything for you, serve you however you like, follow you to the ends of Arda itself. But do not leave me here without you when you go. I will surely die without you."
Erestor was reeling; this was happening excessively fast and the Prince was so young. As he stared down at the golden head bowed before him, he knew he could not turn the young one away – not if he was to be honest with his own heart. "We will see, pen-neth, we must speak with your father before any plans are made."
Galathil wrapped his arms around Erestor's waist and pressed his face to his stomach. "Hannon lle, my Lord," he whispered.
Erestor stroked his flaxen hair and pulled him to his feet. "Now, ernlien, it is time to go to dinner."
Galathil pressed the softest of kisses to Erestor's lips before pulling back and answering, "I will follow you where ever you choose to go, my Lord."
Erestor bit back a chuckle at the sudden display of romantic chivalry from his young lover and took his hand in the crook of his arm, escorting him from his chamber to the dining hall.
~*~*~*~
Elladan and Elrohir arrived at Thranduil's door at the appointed time and knocked. They entered upon hearing the King's voice bid them to do so, Elrohir closing the door behind them. Legolas was there, with his father, and Elladan's face momentarily flushed with shame as he met the Prince's eyes.
Thranduil caught the look that passed between the Peredhil and his son and instantly knew that Elladan was the reason Legolas had been so upset earlier. He stalked toward the Peredhil and growled in a low voice, "What have you done to my son?"
Elladan's eyes widened and he stammered, "I… I am sorry, my Lord. I was going to apologize…" He barked in surprise as his feet left the floor and his back impacted the wall. Thranduil held him by the collar of his robes, his toes barely touching the floor.
"Ada!" Legolas cried as he grabbed one of Thranduil's arms.
"Please, my Lord," Elrohir begged as he grabbed the other. "Do not hurt him, he meant no harm…"
Ignoring his son and Elrohir, he leaned in and growled, "Tell me what you did, Elladan, and be honest. To lie to me now would be highly unwise."
Elladan swallowed and answered, "I kissed him, without his permission and against his will." He held up his hands and closed his eyes, waiting for the first blow to fall. "But I swear upon my life it was only a kiss. I intended to apologize when we came in, I swear it."
"It is true, Ada," Legolas said softly in his father's ear. "It was only a kiss, nothing more."
"Please, my Lord," Elrohir pleaded, "he did come to apologize, I promise you."
Thranduil growled and released Elladan, causing both Peredhil to heave a sigh of relief. Legolas drew his father away and spoke to him quietly as he caressed his face.
Elladan gathered his composure and crossed the room to Legolas and Thranduil. He took one knee before Legolas and softly addressed him, "Forgive me, mellonamin. You did not deserve what I did; it was wrong and selfish on my part. I am truly ashamed for my actions."
Legolas looked down at the top of Elladan's head, then looked up into Elrohir's eyes. His friend smiled and nodded and he smiled in return. "Rise, Elladan," he said softly. "All is forgiven."
Elladan rose to his feet and answered, "Hannon le, mellon." He turned to Thranduil and bowed his head. "Forgive me, my Lord, I am so ashamed."
Thranduil regarded Elladan for a moment then grumbled. He reached out and caressed his hair and nodded. "All is forgiven, pen-neth." He smiled despite himself as Elladan leaned into him and slid his arms around his waist. He gathered the Peredhil into his arms and kissed the top of his head.
He sighed and chuckled. "Aiya, Elladan, you will be the death of me yet."
Elladan sighed and sank into Thranduil's embrace. "I hope not, my Lord."
"Come," Thranduil said gently, "We have an announcement to make and guests to attend to."
Legolas took Elrohir's offered arm and strolled out with his friend. "Let the games begin," Elrohir whispered wickedly, and Legolas chuckled.
Thranduil and Elladan followed, arm in arm, the Peredhil's head leaning upon the King's shoulder.
~*~*~*~
Bainwan = so beautiful
Seron vell = dear lover
Gwannig nín = my twin
Caulen = my affliction
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