Title & Chapter Number: Fate's Mirror 39/?
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor, Glorfindel, Gildor, Thranduil
Timeline: SA
Spoilers: None
Summary: Set during the second half of the second age. Reincarnated Glorfindel returns to Lindon from the Halls of Mandos. A new generation grows into adulthood. Gildor returns after a long ab
Notes: I have yet to read the Unfinished Tales or History of ME, so I know there will be inaccuracies in this - so consider this AU.
Spring, Year 180, Third Age, Greenwood the Great, Realm of Thranduil
Gildor sank to one knee and bowed his head as Thranduil entered the clearing. Orophin followed suit and the surrounding guard bowed their heads to their ruler. Thranduil stopped in his tracks, his heart leaping into his throat as a fine tremor coursed through his limbs. Legolas stopped beside his father and looked up at him with a furrowed brow.
Thranduil’s captain spoke up. "My lord, we found Lord Gildor and his companion on the borders of the Anduin. They were being pursued by a large battalion of orcs and greatly outnumbered. We came to their aid and have brought them here to give them shelter. We were able to turn the orc hoard back, but there were still too many of them to defeat. I fear it is not safe for them to return to Lórien at this time."
Thranduil approached the elf lord slowly and reached out, placing his hand upon Gildor’s shoulder. "Rise, mellonen," he said softly. Gildor rose slowly, and as he winced again Orophin took his arm and helped him up. Thranduil swallowed as the Noldo’s gray eyes gazed into his own and he responded quietly. "You are injured, Lord Gildor. I insist you see my healer."
"I am fine, my lord," Gildor responded, his gaze riveted to sapphire eyes that he had missed more than he realized.
"He is not fine, my lord," Orophin spoke up, recoiling slightly as Gildor cast a perturbed glance over his shoulder. "He was set upon by a large number of orcs that clearly meant to kill him. He took a hard blow to his ribs, I fear they may be broken."
Thranduil answered Orophin without looking at him. "How did you come to be here? You are one of the Galadhrim, are you not?"
Orophin swallowed and answered as confidently as he could manage. "Yes, my lord. Lord Gildor was on his way to the northern fences when he was attacked. I was separated from my fellow marchwardens in my attempt to aid him. We were driven northward by the orcs."
Thranduil slowly turned his gaze from Gildor to the young Silvan. "What is your name, soldier?"
Orophin bowed his head and replied, "Orophin, my lord."
Thranduil looked back at Gildor and addressed his captain. "See that young Orophin has lodgings and that his horse is tended to."
Legolas touched his father on the arm. "I will see to Orophin, Adar."
Thranduil smiled at his son and nodded. "Hannon chen, Iôn."
Legolas placed his hand on Orophin’s arm. "Come, meldir. I will show you where you will be sleeping and we can get you some food. You look hungry."
Orophin followed Legolas out of the clearing and replied. "Aye, ‘tis been several days since I have eaten. You would not have something stronger than water to drink, would you? Three days and nights running has left me cold and weary."
Legolas smiled and answered, "Aye, we have some blackberry brandy that the cook thinks is hidden." He looked around and whispered, "But I know where he hides it."
Orophin chuckled and nodded. "Excellent well. I would like to try it."
~*~*~*~
"’Tis good to see you, Gildor," Thranduil answered softly.
Gildor nodded and answered, "I have missed you, mellonen."
Thranduil took Gildor by the arm and began to lead him to the healer’s tent. "Come along, you stubborn Noldo. You are going to the healer if I have to drag you."
Gildor barked as the king pulled him from the meadow and took him to the healer’s tent.
~*~*~*~
Spring, Year 180, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
Elrohir awoke gasping for air. The sheets were tangled around his legs and his loins throbbed incessantly. "By Elbereth," he whispered to himself as he rubbed his face. "Will this ever stop?"
He looked out the window, grateful for the first time that he and Elladan no longer shared a room, and he tugged at the sheets, pulling them away from his pulsating arousal. "Dreams…" he whispered. "Such dreams I have. If anyone knew what it was I dreamt…"
He heard the sound of his door opening and he rolled over, turning his back to the door and feigning sleep. Soft brushes of Elladan’s fingers grazed his cheek and hair, and he heard his twin whisper, "Melin le, Elrohir… melethen."
Elrohir rolled to his back and stared into his twin’s wide eyes.
Elladan gasped and sat back upon his heels, his hand covering his mouth. "You are awake…" he whispered breathlessly.
Elrohir sat up and answered, "Aye, I am."
Elladan looked at the floor and muttered, "You heard what I said."
Elrohir nodded. "Aye, I did."
Elladan began to shake his head and scramble to his feet as he stammered, "I am sorry, Elrohir… I did not mean… I did not want…"
Elrohir reached out and caught his twin’s wrist, struggling to hold him by the bed. "Wait, Elladan. Do not leave, I need to tell you something."
Elladan shook his head violently, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. "You hate me, you need not say it. What I have done… I have betrayed your trust in me…"
Elrohir pulled Elladan into his bed and wrapped his arms around him tightly. "No! I could never hate you, Elladan, never!" He pulled back and kissed his twin’s cheek, tasting the salt of his tears upon his soft skin. "I love you, Elladan," he whispered. "I…" his voice failed him as he tried to find the courage to say what he now knew was in both their hearts. "I am in love with you, my brother."
Elladan looked into his twin’s face, his trembling hand reaching up and caressing his soft cheek. "You are?" he asked, his voice full of emotion.
"I am," Elrohir answered. "I am both blessed and haunted by dreams of you each night. I want you, brother, in ways I should not." He took Elladan’s hand and placed it upon his swollen arousal. "This is what you do to me, Elladan," he whispered hoarsely, "I am mad for you."
Elladan leaned forward, his hand gently massaging Elrohir’s arousal as his lips ghosted over those of his twin. "You do the same to me, Elrohir," he whispered. "I sneak out of the library so that I can watch you train with the others." He placed a brief, soft kiss upon his twin’s lips before continuing. "I love to watch you, Elrohir. The way you move, the look you get in your eye. I have pleasured myself while hiding in the bushes outside the barracks. I have watched you and touched myself, pretending it was you that touched me."
Elrohir moaned and tangled Elladan’s hair in his fingers as he pulled his mouth to his own, claiming it in a searing kiss. Elladan moaned softly as Elrohir plundered his mouth and he struggled to get at him underneath the sheets and his nightshirt. He gasped as Elrohir released his mouth and he whispered, "Take it off, let me touch you."
Elrohir jerked his nightshirt over his head before pulling Elladan’s off as well. They grappled with one another furiously, hands gripping and holding, mouths exploring and tasting. They were both so young still, neither had experienced pleasure unless it had been from their own hand. Elladan rolled on top of Elrohir and rolled his hips forward, bringing their heated lengths in contact with one another. Elrohir grasped the backs of his brother’s thighs, pulling them up and apart so that Elladan straddled him. Elrohir reached in between their sweat-slicked bodies, taking both their lengths in his hand and pumping them together. Elladan held Elrohir’s face in his hands, drinking from him like one starving. Elrohir moaned desperately into the kiss, then whimpered as his release took him. Elladan’s climax followed soon after as he groaned into Elrohir’s mouth and spilled himself between them.
Elrohir was overcome with emotion as he held his brother tight. He whispered into his ear over and over, "Melin le, Elladan."
Elladan smiled against his twin’s shoulder and answered, "Melin le, Elrohir."
~*~*~*~
Erestor collapsed upon the bed, pulling Glorfindel with him as the Elda sighed in satisfaction. The Counselor’s chest rose and fell quickly as he stroked his mate’s back, his fingers tracing the curves of his muscles. "Rawen…" he whispered.
Glorfindel smiled against his beloved’s chest and chuckled softly. "Why do you always call me that?"
Erestor chuckled in return and answered, "I do not know. You have always reminded me of a lion with that golden mane of yours. I suppose it has just become a habit."
Glorfindel nodded. "I like it, ervainen vorn, very much."
Erestor smiled and kissed the top of the warrior’s golden head. "I am glad it pleases you, melethen."
"You please me," Glorfindel replied huskily.
"I do, do I?" Erestor teased. A small gasp escaped him as the Elda shifted upon him. He was still inside his beloved and Glorfindel’s movement caused his own desire to reawaken.
"Yes, you do…" Glorfindel nipped at a dark nipple, causing his mate to moan.
"Never, in the two ages in which I have lived, have I ever encountered one as insatiable as you, melethen," Erestor breathed.
Glorfindel sat up and rotated his hips, causing his lover to groan louder. "This watchful peace in which we live has left me with a great deal of energy, seron vell. I must find something with which to replace the heat of battle."
Erestor brought his hand down sharply upon Glorfindel’s backside and growled. "I know you think I cannot keep up with you. But that is where you are wrong."
Glorfindel reached down, grabbed his mate’s arms, and pulled him into a sitting position. "Oh I believe you have proven that already, melethen," he growled playfully. He stroked his lover’s cheek and softly continued, "I would like to have you, as you have just had me, ervainen vorn."
"Indeed you would, rawen, and indeed you shall," Erestor purred.
~*~*~*~
Spring, Year 180, Third Age, Greenwood the Great, Realm of ThranduilGildor woke upon his back in a wide, soft bed. He began to sit up when he winced and felt his head begin to swim. He groaned as he lay back down, one hand coming to rest upon his forehead, the other drifting to his ribs. A thick cloth bandage was wound around his torso and his vision was blurred.
"Where?" he began to grumble when he felt the bed sink beneath him and the soft brush of a hand upon his cheek.
"Ssshhh… mellonen. You are in my bed. The healer gave you a tea to help you rest, that is why you feel strange. You are under strict instructions to stay abed for three more days, then he will come back and see you again."
Gildor looked up at Thranduil and smiled weakly. "If I have to remain abed for three days, then I am happy it is your bed I am in," he said softly.
Thranduil smiled gently and answered, "Rest now, my handmaiden is just outside the door should you need anything."
"Where are you going?" Gildor asked groggily.
"I have some business to attend to, I will return soon." Thranduil leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon the Noldo’s forehead. "Sleep now, Gildor."
He rose from the bed and walked toward the door of his talan, casting a glance back over his shoulder at his sleeping Noldo before departing the room to speak with his second.
~*~*~*~
Mellonen = my friend
Hannon chen = thank you
Meldir = male friend
Melin le = I love thee
Melethen = my love
Rawen = my lion
Ervainen vorn = dark beautiful one
Seron vell = dear lover~*~*~*~
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