Title & Chapter Number: Rock Stars, Elves, and Smut 46/46
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, 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, and twincest. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Alex
Cast: Elladan/Elrohir, Glorfindel/Thranduil, Gildor, plus special guests: Liv Tyler, Craig Parker, and Orlando Bloom
Timeline: 20th Century
Spoilers: None
Summary:
Notes: This story is part of a larger arc and runs concurrently with the Tale of Two Brothers series. The entire arc is: Forbidden Bond, Tale of Two Brothers, Rock Stars, Elves, & Smut, All That You Can't Leave Behind, Farewells and New Beginnings.
Author's Notes: The second part of my Lust and Devotion arc comes to an end. Again, I wonder what I will do now that this is finished. This story started as a little drabble that Alex talked me into writing; it soon became its own entity, and one of my most popular stories. Tied to "Tale of Two Brothers" and "Farewells and New Beginnings", Rock Stars has followed the lives of Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel, Thranduil, and Gildor into the modern world; Thranduil and the twins in self-imposed exile as payment for their choices, and Glorfindel and Gildor participants in that exile, unwilling to leave those they cared for behind.
Exile has been a common theme throughout this tale, our beloved elves stuck here in a world in which they no longer belong as they struggled to find their place and find ways to cope with the easy life. The title is a bit deceptive, as only the first few chapters involved the elves being musicians, but since their lifestyle is much like those of the jet set, it stuck. Writing this story has pushed me to develop their thought processes, map out the complexities in their relationships, and endeavor to put to paper who these elves have become in my own mind. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
My endless thanks to my beta readers, Alex Cat and Larian Elensar; and much heartfelt appreciation to those who have read and followed this story to its completion: Dawn, Di, Fire, Hawk, Hayley, Jess, Khylaren, LK, Nokomis, Renn, Zee, and any of you I may have neglected to mention.
December 11, 2001, Outside London, England
"Where are we going?" Elladan asked as they cruised along in the limousine.
Orlando smiled and answered, "You will see, be patient."
Elrohir snorted, "Someone is telling you to be patient for a change, gwador."
Elladan affectionately smacked his twin on the thigh and winked at Orlando; the young man's smile evidence that he had something up his sleeve.
Glorfindel sighed as he looked out the window, his fingertips pressed to the glass, watching the pale English countryside flow by. "It will be strange, no longer being here, no longer living amongst men."
Thranduil nodded, "Aye, I fear we will have to create our own amusement in the undying lands; hopefully our kin have not grown too complacent."
"Or boring…" Elrohir chimed in.
"Oh, I imagine that if they are, the two of you will change that." Glorfindel chuckled.
Orlando answered softly, "What is it like, my Lord? Valinor?"
A smile spread across the warrior's face as he recalled it. "Aahh, it is the most beautiful place ever seen, clear blue sky, green grass, tall trees, the air filled with the music of the world, unchanged throughout the ages. Those who dwell there forever live a life of peace and prosperity, life is simple and safe."
Craig smiled, "It sounds wonderful, my Lord. It sounds like our idea of heaven."
Gildor nuzzled his friend's ear and whispered, "It is, meldir."
The limousine rolled to a stop in front of Peter's home and the companions piled out, frowns of confusion knitting their fair brows. Craig and Orlando smiled, walking up the path and beckoning for their friends to follow. As they entered the house, they were led to the basement and into a private screening room. Orlando bid them take seats and softly addressed them with Craig at his side.
"Since you are leaving us before the final two films are released, we wanted you to have a chance to see them. They are not finished, and will change somewhat, but you will at least get to see what we have done. Peter arranged for a private screening of the final two."
The elves smiled broadly. In all the excitement surrounding their preparations to leave, they had forgotten completely about the films. Orlando settled in between the twins, Craig beside Gildor and the film commenced.
Several moments in the films were touching to the elves, in particular the return of Mithrandir, the battle scene at Helm's Deep, Pelennor Fields, and the final assault against Sauron before the Black Gates. Most touching was the departure of the Ring Bearers, and Arwen's farewell to her father. Six hours later, the lights came on and the group sat speechless for a few moments. Finally, Glorfindel rose and embraced Orlando. "Thank you, mellon nín. Knowing that so many will be touched by our story and the Professor's work means so much to us, even if they will believe it is only a story."
After much discussion, they departed Peter's London house, piling back into the car and returning to their haven.
~*~*~*~
Craig lay on the bed, watching his lover and friend undress, gazing upon his beauty in the final hours they would spend together. "I will miss you, Gildor," he said quietly.
Gildor lifted the covers and climbed underneath them, taking the young man in his arms and kissing him passionately. He pulled back and whispered against his lips, "I will miss you too; I will never forget you, Craig Parker." He teased the young man's lips open with his tongue, sliding it inside and tasting of him, guiding his lover's body beneath him as he felt Craig's finger's tangle in his hair. They made love for hours, until they were both satiated, then curled into one another's arms and drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~*~
A soft knock upon the door caused Elrohir to cross the room and open it, finding Orlando standing there. Since they found out they were leaving, the young man had not returned to their bed, he said it was too hard for him. The elf smiled and opened the door, inviting Orlando inside. Elladan smiled and sat up, sheets pooling around his waist, his dark hair gleaming in the soft lamplight. Orlando swallowed as he gazed into the elf's dark eyes, those eyes that haunted him in both waking and sleeping hours.
Elladan softly addressed him, "Orlando, a'maelamin, we are so glad you came. We were worried we would not see you again before we left."
Elrohir caressed his hair and agreed, "Yes, we wanted to seek you out, but were afraid we would hurt you."
Orlando sniffed quietly and took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in his throat. "It does hurt me in a way, seeing you leave. But I understand why you do, and I am happy for you."
Elrohir wrapped his arms around his narrow waist. "We are so sorry, meleth, we never meant…"
Orlando placed his fingers upon Elrohir's lips and silenced him. "I know, I would not have you feel sadness when you remember me. You will remember me, won't you?"
Elrohir guided him to the bed and Elladan's outstretched arms. They both embraced him as Elladan whispered, "One day, many years from now, when you are long passed from this world, Elrohir and I will think of you. We will remember your beautiful voice, your kind heart, and your soulful eyes. We will remember the way you made us feel, how you reminded us how precious the gift of man is." He took a deep breath, remembering something his Uncle had told him long ago. "Death is not to be feared, Orlando. The place you go to is peaceful, when you leave this world you will know greater happiness than in all your years upon it. Remember that, a'maelamin."
Orlando sighed; the elf's smooth voice and gentle touch soothing his aching heart. He felt them removing his clothes and did not resist. He wanted one final night to remember them by, one final night of soft caresses and deep sighs, of passionate kisses and inflaming touches; one final night of bliss. As he sank back into the soft bed, he allowed them to love him as they had done, and he thanked God and the Valar that he was graced with them for the time he had them.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel rested his head upon his lover's chest, his weary bones settling against him. "Mmm… it will be nice to be home," he said softly.
Thranduil smiled and kissed the top of his golden head. "Aye, it will. Do you have a home there, Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel smiled and rose, looking into his lover's eyes. "Aye, the home of my ancestors, though it has been vacant for ages. It sits upon the side of a hill, facing west, over looking a meadow, with the forest behind it." A wicked grin crossed his features and he chuckled, "What will you do, my Lord? No more gas stoves and sub-zero refrigerators, no more dishwashers and Calphalon, no more…"
Thranduil snorted and placed his fingers upon the warrior's mouth. "I suppose I will have to make do with what we have, meleth nín. As long as I have you, nothing else will matter."
Glorfindel laughed softly, "We will see, I still expect meals that are a work of art from you. It is why I bonded with you, after all."
Thranduil laughed, a deep throaty sound that filled the Vanya with joy. "Ai, you are a treasure, meleth nín; always reminding me to be humble." He pulled his lover into a kiss, his tongue tasting the warrior's sweet mouth.
Glorfindel pulled back and smiled. "Your heart must be bursting with excitement, meleth nín; in but a few days time you will be reunited with your son."
Thranduil smiled and answered, "Aye, I never thought I would see him again. My heart may burst when I do."
Glorfindel settled back against his lover's chest, closing his eyes as he began to fall into reverie. They had spent the day with accountants and attorneys, and packing. They had left their fortune to Orlando and Craig, with portions of it designated to Peter and to charities designed to protect the environment and children; they did not need money where they were going. The only possessions they were taking with them were things that belonged to them from the old days.
He barked in surprise as he was flipped to his back, his lover falling upon him and pressing his body into the mattress. "Ai! Thranduil! I was nearly asleep!"
Thranduil chuckled and nuzzled his lover's ear, feeling his half-hearted struggle cease and his grumbling turn to soft moans. "I am too wound up to sleep, melethron. Perhaps you would consider letting me entertain you for a few hours.
Glorfindel sighed and arched his back, turning his head to give his lover better access to his ear. "Well, I suppose I could do that…" he whispered, his words trailing off and turning into deep moans of desire.
~*~*~*~
December 12th, 2001, Northwest England and the Irish Sea
A small craft floated ashore in the pre-dawn hours, the smooth stones upon the beach lightly scraping the gray wood. In it sat a lone elf, one of Cirdan's companions. It was the final time the boat would touch the shore, the elves belongings already on board. Orlando and Craig stood upon the shore, bundled in their heavy coats and sweaters, scarves wrapped tightly around their necks.
The elves were dressed in garments of old, leggings, boots, tunics and cloaks, swords strapped to their sides, quivers strapped to their backs. Alasse sat happily wagging her tail, barking at the occasional sea bird, waiting for her master's instructions.
Thranduil placed a gentle kiss upon Orlando's head. "Namarie, mellon nín." He released the young man's shoulders, shook Craig's hand, and stepped into the small boat, followed by Glorfindel, who did the same.
Gildor embraced Craig one final time, placing a soft kiss upon his lips. He whispered in his ear, "I will never forget you, mellon." He quickly released him and stepped into the boat, calling for Alasse to join them.
Elladan and Elrohir embraced Orlando, holding him tight for a few moments, burying their faces in his soft hair. In unison, they whispered, "We will never forget you, a'maelamin, we love you."
Orlando didn't fight the tears that fell, instead he squeezed them tight and whispered in return, "And I love both of you, I will never forget what you have done for me."
The reluctantly released him, taking one another by the hand as they stepped into the small craft. Craig put his arm around his friend and stood beside him as they watched the small craft disappear into the mist. "The time of the elves truly is over…" he said quietly.
Orlando smiled through his tears. "No, Craig, it isn't, not for you and I. For you and I, it will never be over, they will live forever in our hearts."
Craig smiled and hugged his friend tight. The two young men stood upon the shore until the boat disappeared from view.
~*~*~*~
Epilogue
The time of the elves is over, or is it? As long as there are people with faith and imagination, people who are willing to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboards and create worlds in which these wonderful beings exist, it will never be over. Elves are the embodiment of all that is beautiful and good in the world, as long as we writers and readers refuse to let them fade they will exist in our minds and imaginations.
I think I can speak for everyone who reads these stories and loves these elves when I express my profound gratitude to Professor Tolkien and his boundless imagination. Without him, our lives would have less color and amazement.
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