Title & Chapter Number: Tale of Two Brothers 22/33
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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: Larian Elensar
Cast: Elrohir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Legolas, Elladan/Erestor, Elladan/Elrohir, Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Erestor, Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel
Timeline: Early Third Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Fellowship leaves Lothlórien; Erestor and Glorfindel have a confrontation.
Notes: Yet another coming of age story about the Twins… This story is part of a larger arc and runs concurrently with the Rock Stars 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.
February 16, 3019, Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien
Legolas awoke next to Orophin, who was still sleeping. He gazed at his good friend and one time lover, remembering how beautiful Orophin was in his sleep. He remembered the last time he woke in this bed, before this trip to the Golden Wood. He had made love to Orophin, and the Elf asked him to take care with his heart. Regrettably, he had not heeded those words, and as a result, had hurt Orophin badly. He tentatively reached out, brushed an errant wisp of flaxen hair from the archer's face, and sighed.
Legolas knew he would carry the grief of losing Mithrandir for the rest of his life, but as time wore on, the burden became more bearable. Orophin's friendship and kindness had done much to make that loss easier to bear. He had slept in the marchwarden's bed every night since they arrived in the tree city. They did not make love, although that first night, Orophin held Legolas in his arms as he wept. The marchwarden did not speak, he merely held his friend and stroked his hair, and offered him comfort. Every night since, they lay beside one another and slept peacefully, and it was rest that was sorely needed by the Prince. Legolas had never felt so tired in all his life; the presence of the Ring wore on him, though the others did not see it. It was a heavy, thick blackness that threatened to blot out any and all hope he had for peace and the destruction of evil in his lifetime. His brief respite with Orophin had restored his strength and his hope that all would eventually work out.
A soft moan escaped the archer's lips as he stirred from his reverie. He blinked and refocused his silver-blue eyes as he turned to look upon his friend. "Good morning, meldir." He whispered softly.
Legolas smiled, "Good morning, Orophin. Did you sleep well?"
Orophin nodded, "Aye, and you?"
Legolas smiled, "Aye, thank you, meldiramin. I am in your debt."
Orophin slowly shook his head and answered, "You owe me nothing, Legolas. This is what friends do for one another. All I ask of you, is that you be careful and stay safe on your quest."
Legolas smiled. "I will, meldiramin, I promise."
Orophin sat up and stretched, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he rose. He turned and tugged at the Prince's sleeve. "Come, let us have breakfast together, then I will help you load the boats, yes?"
Legolas smiled. "You are a true and dear friend, Orophin. I will not soon forget it."
The archer smiled and pulled the Prince from the bed, and they climbed down the ladder to join the others.
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February 29, 3019, Gap of Rohan
Glorfindel and Erestor galloped through the wood near the southernmost tip of the Misty Mountains. They were nearing the Gap of Rohan and Isengard; both Elves were on constant alert for Orcs and Uruk-hai, but thus far had seen none. The warrior halted his horse and Erestor rode up beside him. "'Tis strange that we have seen so sign of Orc so close to Isengard. I expected to see wolf-riders and bands of Uruk-hai."
Erestor nodded in agreement. "Aye, since we left Dunland I have seen evidence of Orcs passing, yet no Orcs."
A sly grin crossed the warrior's lips. "This can only mean one thing, Erestor."
Erestor looked at his friend and smiled. "Aye, the twins are near, we must have been following them all this time without knowing it."
Glorfindel smiled. "'Tis fortunate for us then, to have them clear the way."
Erestor nodded. "Aye, `tis fortunate indeed."
Glorfindel looked up at the sky. "It is almost sunset, we should make camp for the night."
Erestor nodded, then abruptly changed the subject. "You must miss them terribly."
Glorfindel nodded, "Aye, `tis been but two months and it feels like two years."
They walked forward, looking for a suitable place to make camp for the night. The Counselor spoke very softly, "Do you ache for them, meldir?"
Glorfindel nodded, "Yes, every passing moment. I feel empty inside, although I know I will see them again. I do not know how it is I can be so certain of it, but I am." They rode along in silence for a few more moments, and then the warrior turned to his friend. "This looks like as good a place as any. Shall we stop here?"
Erestor nodded, dismounting his horse and gathering his pack and bedroll. Glorfindel went about gathering wood and building a fire as Erestor set up camp. The warrior returned to find the Noldo sitting beside the fire, his knees drawn up to his chest and his cloak pulled tight around him. He stood beside a tree, quietly watching his companion warm himself by the fire. He often wondered what the Counselor was thinking, as Erestor rarely showed his emotions. He imagined the Noldo was lonely, as he himself was; neither had the comfort of their lovers in their beds since the Fellowship left Imladris. He had to admit to himself, that night he held Erestor in his arms again, that he missed him, and that it felt good to hold him again. He closed his eyes and remembered all those years ago when he had taken the Counselor to his bed. He remembered his soft, yielding body, his gentle caresses, and pliant flesh. He admonished himself for having such thoughts; he could not do that to him again. He had caused Erestor enough pain and would cause him no more.
"Glorfindel?"
The warrior opened his eyes to gaze into the pale gray eyes of his good friend. Erestor's brow was furrowed and his cloak drawn tight around him. The warrior's hand reached up and caressed his raven hair. "You are such a mystery to me, meldir, you always have been." He whispered. "You have changed so much in the ages we have known one another, you have grown so quiet and closed off. I know you have suffered much in your life, meldiramin; I was witness to much of that suffering." His fingers trailed down the braids that hung next to the Noldo's face. "So cold, yet so beautiful. That I had known you in happier times, Erestor, to see your face lit with joy, to hear your laughter ring out like pure silver bells. I missed all these things; I was too busy making war to notice them. Now… it is too late…"
A tear fell from the Noldo's eye and he turned to stalk back to camp. Glorfindel reached out and caught his shoulder, and Erestor roughly jerked it away. "Damn you! Damn you, Glorfindel! Will you never leave me in peace? Will you never stop tormenting me with your kind heart and radiant beauty?"
The warrior stood speechless in the center of their camp as Erestor raged on. "This is why I did not want you to accompany me! I knew this would happen! I knew that, if left alone together, you would make me love you again!" He turned away, "By the Valar, I must be the most foolish Elf in all of Middle Earth! I just keep making the same mistake over and over, I will never learn!"
Glorfindel caught his friend by the shoulders, holding him tight so he could not pull away. "Erestor…" he said calmly.
The Noldo struggled against him, "Let me go! Let go of me you brute!"
The warrior continued to hold him, pulling him against him and crushing him against his chest. Erestor flailed against him and the Vanya calmly stood his ground, enduring the sharp blows to his chest and arms, as he quietly repeated the Counselor's name over and over.
"Amin delotha lle! Amin feuya ten' lle! Let me go!" He finally broke free and backhanded the warrior across the face.
Glorfindel was caught off guard by the blow; it was something that he never could have imagined Erestor doing, and he dropped to his knees in the dirt. Erestor stood back, his hand over his mouth, in shock at what he had done. He fell to his knees beside the warrior. Glorfindel held his hand to his cheek where the Noldo had struck him, a tear flowed from his eye. He whispered, "I suppose I deserved that, after all I have put you through."
Erestor was in shock; he pleaded for the warrior's forgiveness. "Oh, gods, Glorfindel. What have I done? Please, please forgive me, I do not know what came over me, I…"
Glorfindel turned to face his friend. His eyes were a deep blue. Never had one struck him without paying a price. Though he thought to himself, Erestor had paid already, and had paid for years. Mixed emotions warred within his heart, anger, frustration, love, and yes, lust. Erestor was not the only who could not seem to break free of the strange hold they had upon one another. All the wasted years that they could have loved one another, but the Counselor would never let him in, not until it was too late.
He grabbed Erestor by the shoulders and growled, "Damn you, Counselor! Damn you and your stubborn pride! I nearly killed myself rescuing you. I almost died from fever because I was too afraid to leave you and take to my own bed! I have loved you since the first day I saw you, Erestor! You and your black robes and dark beauty, your smug, confident, intellectual ways. I was never quite smart enough for you, never on your level; I have always been like a big, overgrown protector… no wait… Lion, that is what you called me, `your lion'. Did you not see? Did you fail to notice how much and how long I loved you? Or did you wait on purpose? Did you wait until you knew it was safe, until you knew there was no chance for us to tell me how you felt!"
Erestor stared at him wide-eyed, he knew Glorfindel spoke the truth. He knew the warrior loved him, but he was damaged, tainted, he had been touched by evil and would forever have a connection to it. All these years the warrior had held back, had bit back the words that spilled from his lips now. What he said explained much, he always chose those who could not love him back, he chose lovers whose hearts were not free to give; Thranduil, Elladan, Legolas, Glorfindel… He stared into the deepening azure eyes of the one he loved and whispered, "You are right, I…"
His sentence was cut short by the bruising kiss the warrior pressed to his lips. He felt his strong hands tangle in his hair and his powerful body press him back upon his bedroll. He gasped as he felt the warrior's hand quickly unlace his leggings and slide inside them, grasping his arousal and stroking it. He groaned and whimpered arching his back, struggling against him, yet wanting what he did so badly. He clutched the warrior's shoulders in his hands and strained against him, but the Eldar would not yield. Instead, Glorfindel consumed his mouth, not relenting until he was breathless with need. He moaned and spread his legs, even as his lips whispered `no..' The warrior's lips made their way to his ear and he cried out, alternating between flailing against him and clutching him tighter, his body and his mind at war with one another. He moaned breathlessly, and ceased to struggle when he felt the Eldar's hot length rub against his own. He whispered the warrior's name in his ear as his fingers unfurled, grasping his back and pulling him closer.
Glorfindel burned with white-hot fire, he could not stop himself, he wanted, needed the Noldo more than anything. He wanted to bury himself in his velvet heat, drive inside his yielding body over and over. He yanked Erestor's leggings down, kicking and pushing at them with his feet. He reached in between his legs, stroking himself and coating his hand and his arousal with his own seed. He slid a finger inside the writhing body beneath him and bit down on his neck as the Noldo cried out. He gathered Erestor's legs in his arms and lifted his hips, entering the Counselor's body as the Noldo arched his back and cried out into the night air. He relentlessly drove inside Erestor's body, pressing heated kisses to his ears and lips. Over and over he drove in and withdrew, hypnotized by the pleading whispers and breathless moans of the Noldo. He grasped Erestor's face in his hands and looked deep into his eyes as he neared his climax. Tears fell from his eyes, wetting the Noldo's face and mixing with his own as he shuddered, spilling himself inside his friend's body.
Erestor panted and closed his eyes, his own body painfully alive with want. The warrior slowly withdrew from him, taking his throbbing length in his mouth and bringing him to completion. He cried out and arched his back as he spilled into the Eldar's mouth. He trembled and broke down in tears as Glorfindel made his way back up to him, taking him in his arms and holding him tight.
Glorfindel struggled not to cry as tears flowed from his eyes and he held the trembling body of his best friend. After several moments of silence he whispered hoarsely, "I am sorry, meldir. I cannot ask you to forgive me for what I have done, I cannot forgive myself."
Erestor wrapped his arms around the warrior and whispered, "I too am sorry, Glorfindel. I am sorry for being such a fool, for not knowing earlier, for hiding from you all these years. I am sorry I made you feel as if I did not respect you or that I was better than you, I have never thought that. I have been afraid, and now I have to live with what that fear has brought me. Amin mela lle, Glorfindel, though I know now it is too late."
Glorfindel broke down, and for the first time since the battle at Barad-ûr sobbed like a child, as Erestor held him in his arms.
~*~*~*~
Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My Friend
Amin delotha lle = I hate you
Amin feuya ten' lle = You disgust me
Amin mela lle = I love you~*~*~*~
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