Title & Chapter Number: Good Relations 16/16
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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.
Something warm and wet flickered against his ear, and Haldir sighed, his eyes gradually coming into focus as the last vestiges of sleep lifted from him.
"Maer aur, melethen," Glorfindel's deep voice rumbled in his ear. "Was your sleep restful?"
Haldir smiled, rolling to his side to face his lover. "Maer aur," he replied. "Aye, I slept well."
Glorfindel's smile broadened and his eyes gleamed wickedly. "Good," he purred, rolling over and covering Haldir's body with his own. "So did I."
"Glorfindel," Haldir gasped, groaning softly when his lover's arousal slid against his hip, brushing against his own awakening length. "You should not…"
"I should," Glorfindel countered, leaning down and capturing Haldir's lower lip between his teeth briefly. "I can think of nothing better to aid my recovery than to make love to you."
Haldir shook his head, smiling up at his lover. "You are incorrigible, melethen, and I love you. Just promise me that you will go easy."
Glorfindel growled softly, nipping at the tender skin just below the curve of Haldir's jaw. "I have lain in this bed for five days, Haldir. Five days of lying next to you and not doing anything but holding you. If I must go another hour without possessing your lovely body, I will go mad."
A soft chuckle escaped the marchwarden. "We cannot have that," he murmured, gasping as Glorfindel ground his hips against him, sliding their lengths together. Concern for his lover's health, however, made him try one last time. "Are you certain you are well enough?"
"Aye," Glorfindel replied, smiling down at him. "I think I can manage well enough."
Haldir's concern faded and he grinned up at his lover. "Then be quiet and make love to me, maethoren vain." His arms wound around Glorfindel's neck and drew him in for a kiss. "I missed your touch."
Glorfindel's chuckles turned to moans as Haldir claimed his mouth, sliding his tongue between his lips and teeth. His hands slid across the warrior's back to cup his buttocks, kneading them gently as he tasted and explored the sweet warmth of Glorfindel's mouth.
"I have missed this," Glorfindel murmured, when Haldir finally released his mouth. He drew back slightly, shifting his weight so he could fully explore the delights of the body beneath his.
His hands ran over Haldir's strong chest, his fingers spread wide to encompass as much of his lover's flesh as possible. He nuzzled the marchwarden's ear, whispering huskily, "So, my lovely marchwarden, how do you want it? Here?" his right hand slid underneath Haldir's backside to tease the cleft, "or here?" The fingers of his left hand traced his lover's swollen lips.
Haldir moaned. "Inside me, melethen. I want to feel you inside me."
"Yes, but there are so many ways for you to feel that, melethron," Glorfindel purred wickedly. "So I ask again, here" another perusal of his lips, "or here?" he circled his lover's entrance with his finger.
Haldir gasped, arching against the gentle touch. "There.." he murmured. "Please..."
"Mmm... I was hoping you would say that, pen-rhovan," he murmured, his lips caressing the curve of Haldir's ear. He reached across his lover's chest, fumbling through the drawer of the bedside table until his fingers found what he sought. He pressed a hungry and bruising kiss to his lover's waiting lips, plundering the depths of Haldir's mouth with his tongue.
Haldir opened his mouth greedily, his hands sweeping up to bury themselves in Glorfindel's hair as he surrendered to his lover's kiss.
Glorfindel released his lover's mouth and sat up, straddling Haldir's waist as he uncorked the phial, pouring a small amount of oil into his hand. He held out the phial and whispered, "Hold out your hand, melethen."
Smiling, Haldir held his hand out, palm up.
He poured a generous amount of oil into his lover's palm, replacing the cork with his teeth and setting the phial on the floor beside the bed. He looked down at his love; Haldir's hair was spread out on the pillow, pure silver against a field of deep green. The archer's strong chest expanded and contracted as he breathed deeply and Glorfindel smiled. "Melon le, Haldir," he said softly.
"Melon le, Glorfindel," Haldir replied, gazing up at him.
The corners of the Elda's lips curved into a sensual smile and he whispered, "Touch me, melethen."
Haldir smiled wickedly in return. "Gladly," he whispered. His oil-covered hand slid smoothly over Glorfindel's arousal, slickening the length of it with slow, sensual strokes.
The Elda's head fell back and he moaned deeply, he rolled his hips forward into Haldir's grasp. "Yes, pen-vain," he whispered hoarsely. His head slowly rolled from side to side as he rocked into his lover's hand. He reached behind him, arching his back as he balanced on his heels, his fingers seeking out the entrance to his lover's body.
"No one does to me what you do, Haldir," he whispered. "No one makes me weak for them the way you do."
Haldir reached up and cupped Glorfindel's cheek with his hand. "You make me complete, melethen," he whispered. "There is no joy in living without your touch." He shuddered as Glorfindel's fingers brushed against his mark, crying out his need shamelessly.
Glorfindel looked down at his lover and clenched his jaw, feeling his own climax starting to build. "Release me, melethron," he whispered huskily.
Giving his lover's flesh one last, lingering stroke, Haldir reluctantly released his grip on Glorfindel's length.
Glorfindel slid his thighs under Haldir's legs, raising his hips and nudging his lover's entrance with the weeping tip of his arousal. "So beautiful," he whispered huskily, "wanton and hungry for me." He sheathed himself inside Haldir's tight body in one smooth thrust, groaning as he buried himself to the root. "Gods," he whispered. His pulsating length was buried in heated velvet luxury, and he paused to savor the sensation.
Haldir groaned as Glorfindel entered him, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered his body to his lover. "Aye, yes," he groaned softly. "You make me so, melethen."
He gripped the marchwarden's hips in his hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and hard muscle. Glorfindel began thrusting inside his lover's body, shallowly at first. He angled for his mark and struck it as he buried himself fully. Slowly he increased his pace and depth, withdrawing completely before thrusting back in again. "Touch yourself, Haldir," he groaned.
Haldir moaned, reaching forward to grasp his length, stroking it in time with Glorfindel's driving thrusts. His soft moans became louder as his body tightened, each thrust driving him closer to the edge of his release.
Glorfindel felt his lover's body tighten and saw his eyelids flutter, he groaned as Haldir found his release, thrusting forward one final time as he spilled himself deep inside his lover's body.
Haldir wrapped his arms tenderly around Glorfindel as his lover laid his head against his chest, his breath gradually slowing to something akin to normal
"Melon le," he whispered tenderly. "For always."
Glorfindel nodded, and whispered, "Always, melethen." He snuggled against Haldir's chest, listening to the beat of his heart. He realized he was far wearier than he expected, and he sighed, closing his eyes as his lover's heart lulled him to sleep.
~*~*~*~
Celebrían held a swath of fabric up to Elladan and glanced at Galadriel.
"What do you think, Naneth?"
The Lady of Lothlórien frowned slightly, looking critically at the cloth.
"No, I do not think the green for Elladan. Perhaps the blue," she said finally, holding up a piece of blue velvet on the opposite side of Elladan's shoulder.
Elladan rolled his eyes at his twin, who sat, arms folded, waiting unhappily for his turn to be at the mercies of his mother and grandmother.
"Yes, I think you are right," Celebrían agreed finally. "Blue does suit him best. Green for Elrohir."
Galadriel nodded and set about draping different fabrics against Elladan, smiling as she worked. Elladan, to his credit, bore it all stoically, knowing he would have a good laugh at his twin's expense when it was Elrohir's turn.
"Are you ladies enjoying yourselves?" an amused voice rumbled from the doorway. Elladan looked up and smiled as Thranduil leaned against the doorframe, watching with an expression of open amusement.
"Oh, good," Galadriel said, turning to look at the King. "I am glad you are here. We have decided that Elladan will wear blue, but for you, I think…" she tapped her lips thoughtfully with the tip of her finger as she looked at him. "Something more in the line of sable, with green."
Thranduil shook his head, holding up his hands. "No, ladies. I hate to disappoint you but no one is going to pick out my clothes for me. I have robes perfectly suitable already and I do not require your assistance." He saw Celebrían pick up a swath of cloth and he made a hasty exit.
"Where is Legolas?" Elladan asked his twin.
"Probably hiding," Elrohir answered glumly. "He is smarter than us, gwannig. He knew better than to get anywhere near two she-elves when there is a bonding ceremony planned and he's involved." He did not hide his envy.
"He has all the luck, gwannig," Elladan said, sighing as his mother adjusted the fold of the cloth against his chest.
~*~*~*~
The sensation of being watched woke Glorfindel from his sleep.
"Sleep well, melethen?" Haldir asked softly, leaning his arms against his knees as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Aye, I did," he replied, stretching lazily. "How long have you been sitting there, watching me?"
"Not long," Haldir replied, smiling. "I was simply telling myself how lucky I am to have you, and thinking about things."
Glorfindel raised a golden eyebrow. "Things? Such as?"
Haldir leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lover's mouth. "That your duty to Lord Elrond is important, perhaps more important than mine is to My Lord and Lady. That I think, if I was to request it, they would release me from their service and into Lord Elrond's. My brother Orophin would make a good Captain."
Glorfindel shook his head, looking up at Haldir in surprise. "But Lothlórien is your home, melethen. Will you not miss it terribly?"
"Yes," Haldir replied honestly. "But I would miss you more. I had to choose. I choose you."
Frowning, Glorfindel sat up, with a little assistance from Haldir. "There has to be a better solution than that, meleth," he said. His brow furrowed slightly as he thought. "A compromise we could make." He looked up at Haldir and grasped his lover's arm lightly. "I would not take you from your beloved home."
Haldir was touched by his lover's concern. "It is not like a can never return once I leave there, Glorfindel," he said easily. "My brothers live there and I expect I will come and visit them whenever my duties in Imladris will permit." He grinned mischievously. "After all, I have a rather close relationship with its seneschal."
Glorfindel nodded and smiled rakishly in return. "Aye, that you do, my lovely archer, that you do. But will you be happy?"
"Aye," Haldir nodded slowly. "I expect that I will be, so long as I have your love."
Reaching up, he enfolded Haldir into his embrace, and kissed him gently. "You have that," he whispered softly, looking deep into his lover's gray eyes. "Until the end of time."
~*~*~*~
Thranduil fled to the only place he could think of that the two she-elves would not dare to follow – his private study. He pushed the door open and entered, closing it firmly behind him.
A soft chuckle made him turn around in surprise. He shook his head, chuckling as well.
Elrond, Legolas, Erestor and Galathil had already beaten him here.
"Wine, Adar?" Galathil held up an empty cup questioningly.
"Please," he muttered, crossing the room in three swift strides and seating himself behind his desk with an aggravated sigh.
"It will all be over soon," Elrond said sympathetically, patting his back in an uncharacteristic gesture of friendship. "It is wise of you to let them have their way in these matters."
Thranduil snorted into his cup. "Wise, indeed. I feared for my very life should I deny them their right to decorate and plan this ceremony as they see fit. They have turned my very hall upside down with their schemes. My steward has already been to see me twice this morning to request my help – as if I stood any more chance against them than he!"
Erestor nodded, smiling. "It is a wise warrior who knows when to step from the field of battle when faced with a more experienced adversary."
The King shook his head, glowering at the contents of his cup. "I have stood toe to toe with wargs and orcs, waded knee deep through the carcasses of the foe, and never have I ran. But those two..."
Elrond chuckled. "Oh, to think I have seen the day…"
Thranduil looked up at Elrond and smirked. "You are bonded with one of them, Peredhil. I would not laugh just yet."
Legolas chuckled quietly at the momentary expression of panic that crossed Elrond's face.
"I wanted a quiet, family only ceremony with as little fanfare as possible," Thranduil continued to mutter. "Did they listen to me? No. I am King, yet no one grants me the respect I deserve. I am helpless and beaten by two females."
Legolas smiled and patted his father on the shoulder sympathetically.
Galathil shook his head and shuddered dramatically. "They frighten the wits out of me. I will never seek to marry a female."
Erestor raised an eyebrow in mock surprise as he gazed at his young lover over the rim of his wine goblet. A naughty grin graced his lips before he took a sip of his wine.
The five elves fell quiet; each lost in their own thoughts, until Elrond finally broke the silence. "How long do you think we have before they begin to look for us?" he asked.
"Not long, I would wager," Erestor said with a grin. A knock at the door followed on the heels of his remark.
They glanced at each other, but there was nowhere for them to hide.
Steeling himself for the inevitable, Thranduil nodded to Galathil to open the door.
"Our doom is at hand," Elrond murmured, earning himself a weak chuckle from the King.
"Aye, then we shall face it like the warriors we are, as we did in the days of old," Thranduil returned, straightening in his chair.
Galathil rolled his eyes at his brother, who returned the gesture with a grin. With a soft laugh, Galathil opened the door, and allowed the doom of his brother and father inside.
~*~*~*~
Red, orange, and yellow leaves fluttered and fell around the four elves as they stood together beneath the trees. The words they spoke were as ancient as time as they pledged their lives and love to one another. All who bore witness to their bonding could not help but be moved by the beauty of the two couples, by their plainly spoken love for each other.
Only the couples themselves knew the truth behind their words.
Erestor felt Galathil's hand enfold his and he glanced at his lover with a smile.
"Do you think, perhaps, one day…?" Galathil asked hesitantly.
"I do not know, pen-neth," Erestor answered softly. "I love you, and that is enough for now."
Galathil nodded and bowed his head for a moment. "It is enough for me as well," he replied quietly.
Erestor reached out and lifted his chin with his fingers. "Though I hold the hope that our relationship will be as lasting as theirs," he said honestly.
The Prince gave him a slow, breathtaking smile and squeezed his hand. "Thank you," he whispered.
Glorfindel leaned against Haldir's strength as he watched the ceremony come to an end. He felt Haldir press a kiss against his ear and smiled. It was not long ago that his lover would not have indulged in such a public display of affection.
"I am thinking springtime would be nice," Haldir said quietly, his voice tickling Glorfindel's ear.
Glorfindel turned and looked at Haldir quizzically. "Springtime?" he repeated. "Nice for what?"
Haldir smiled at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. "For our own bonding, melethen."
The golden warrior gaped for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed joyously. "Aye," he said, wrapping his arm tighter around Haldir's narrow waist. "Springtime would be perfect for such things."
~Finis
~*~*~*~
Maer aur = Good morning
Melethen = my love
Maethoren Vain = my beautiful warrior
Melethron = my lover
Pen-rhovan = wild one
Pen-vain = beautiful one
Gwannig = twin
Pen-neth = young one~ Previous Chapter ~
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