Title & Chapter Number: Tale of Two Brothers 24/33
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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: Erestor and Glorfindel arrive in Caras Galadhon and reach a crossroad, the evil of the Ring brings out jealousy.
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.
March 5, 3019, Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien
Glorfindel and Erestor dismounted their horses; it had been a long and uncomfortable ride from the Gap of Rohan to Lothlórien. Five days of awkward silence, five days of riding behind his beloved warrior, his eyes roaming over the fatigued and sorrowful form of his best friend. Their confrontation five days before, and Glorfindel's subsequent admission of how long he had loved him, had changed things between them forever. Until that night, Imladris' Chief Counselor and Elrond's seneschal had been able to pretend that all was well between them, pretend that they were just friends. Now, Erestor knew the truth, a truth that had eluded him for over an age; Glorfindel had loved him. If he had only gone to him before the warrior lay with Elrohir, things would be so different for both of them, they would be bonded, they would be together for all time. It was too late now, in absence of any hope of love returned from Erestor, the warrior gave his tired and lonely heart first to Elrohir, then Elladan.
Now they stood upon the border of the Golden Wood, side by side, as if nothing were amiss, talking with the marchwarden of the Galadhrim. The Captain bowed his head in respect to the great warrior, the legendary Glorfindel of Imladris. The band of six marchwardens led them from the eastern border of their realm to the city of Caras Galadhon, where they would shelter for a few days before continuing on to Mirkwood and the Caves of Thranduil.
That night they shared a meal with the Lord and Lady of the Wood in their talan, discussing matters of security and the uncertain future of Middle Earth now that war drew near. Galadriel told of the Fellowship's passing through her realm, and their journey south to Mordor. Both elves were dismayed to hear of Mithrandir's passing, but Erestor was relieved to hear that Legolas was well, and found that it was difficult to look upon the Lady without seeing the resemblances between them. Galadriel's piercing blue gaze met his, her all-seeing eyes peering into his heart. She nodded subtly, acknowledging that Erestor knew the secret she shared with the Mirkwood King. Her handmaidens showed Glorfindel and Erestor to their respective quarters late in the evening, and left them alone to rest.
Erestor could not tell what time it was when he awoke in the middle of the night. He once more felt the absence of the nagging fear that had plagued him since he left Imladris; he was sheltered in the Lady's realm, protected from the haunting presence of the Nazgûl. He rose from his comfortable bed and climbed down the ladder, strolling through a dark meadow near his quarters. It had been almost an age since he had been able to sleep through the night. The cool night air brushed against the robes he had been given to sleep in, and the soft grass felt cool beneath his bare feet. He paused and looked up through the seemingly endless heights of the mallorn trees, watching the stars slowly circle in the night sky overhead. His thoughts drifted to Glorfindel, and he wondered how time and fate could be so cruel, how they could love each other so much and not discover it until it was too late.
Glorfindel crouched on the ground, unable to sleep, leaning back against the trunk of the great tree. He watched his dearest friend walking through the meadow, a pang of longing stabbing at his heart for the one that had just slipped through his grasp. The soft breeze ruffled the silver robes the Noldo wore, and caused his unbound raven hair to sway softly about his shoulders. Glorfindel found himself aching for Erestor, aching to hold him, aching to caress his ivory skin, to taste his silken lips. "Amin mela le, Erestor." He whispered silently, his arms wrapped around his own waist as if to comfort himself and alleviate the empty ache he felt inside. He closed his eyes and remembered all the times the Noldo had made him laugh, or aggravated him to the point of distraction. He remembered the careful, purposeful way he moved, the graceful fluidity that lent itself to everything the Counselor did, whether it was brush his hair, transcribe a text, or simply pick up a fork. He whispered, "By Elbereth, I love you, meldiramin, and I am so undeserving of your affection, or your friendship."
Soft, delicate fingers caressed his cheek, gentle sweet breath touched his brow, and his best friend's voice whispered, "And I love you, Glorfindel, I am only sorry that I did not tell you sooner."
The warrior's eyes blinked open and he gazed into the gray pools of the Noldo's eyes. "Erestor, I did not mean…"
Erestor placed his fingers upon the warrior's lips and smiled. "I know you will always love them, Glorfindel, I accept that, as difficult as it is. You say you do not deserve my affection, you do not deserve my friendship, but that is untrue. It is I who do not deserve you, it is I that wasted your loyalty and companionship." His face grew closer to the warrior's. "I will waste it no more." He pressed his lips to Glorfindel's and the warrior moaned softly in response. Erestor sunk to his knees in the soft grass, gently nudging apart the Eldar's powerful thighs to come to rest between his legs. His long fingers made their way into Glorfindel's silken mane as his lips met the Vanya's in the softest of kisses.
Glorfindel was teetering on the edge of an abyss, fighting to hold on to his heart and his mind. He was torn in two, wanting so desperately what he had that moment, his first love of his new life and his best friend, and wanting and longing for those who owned his heart now, Elladan and Elrohir, their exotic and alluring beauty that had so enslaved him. He opened his mouth under the gentle persuasion of Erestor's silken tongue. Fire ignited in his loins as he felt the Noldo press him into the tree, slowly tasting him and softly moaning into his mouth. He wavered between passivity and a nearly overwhelming need to dominate this soft, persistent, brave and wounded warrior. The sight of their last coupling flashed into his mind, Erestor's futile struggle, his lips forming their denial as his body betrayed him. It was so erotic, taking the Counselor upon the ground, like a prize for a battle well fought. The Noldo had been his plunder, his prize, and his possession. He wanted that again, he wanted to take him and use him, to make him his own, but not cast him aside, no; he wanted to hoard him, to keep him, to have him whenever he wanted. He placed his hands upon Erestor's shoulders and pushed him away, angered by his own thoughts. "Stop." He croaked.
Erestor looked at him with eyes that were near black with desire. "Do not tell me to stop, Glorfindel." He growled. "Do not deny me what you took from me not so long ago. Do not play games with me when I am being honest with you."
Glorfindel looked at him with wide-eyed amazement, and the expression upon the warrior's face nearly enraged the Counselor. He stood up abruptly and backed away, growling in anger at the infuriating Vanya. "How dare you play with me this way! Do you enjoy tormenting me, Vanya? Is this repayment for all the years you say I supposedly treated you as if you were below my station? Do not act as anything other than you are, Glorfindel. Do not bother to play the shy lover with me."
Glorfindel rose to his feet and pursued the Noldo across the meadow, following him up the ladder into his talan. He struggled to control his temper as he confronted his oldest friend. "What are you accusing me of, Erestor? What are you claiming that I am?"
Erestor narrowed his eyes and growled, "You know what you are, Eldar, if you really wish me to say it I will."
Glorfindel leaned in, nose to nose with the Noldo. "Say it, if you dare, Counselor."
Erestor laughed, but it was an angry and hollow laugh. "Why, you are a concubine to the twin sons of Elrond, what else do you think you have become? What happened to the brave, loyal warrior I used to know? The one I fell in love with?"
Glorfindel grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him up level with him. He opened his mouth to protest, then abruptly closed it. His eyes changing from angry to hurt. He released Erestor and sank to his knees at his feet. His voice was small when he replied, "Call me what you will, for you have always seen me as inferior to you. There is nothing I could have done, or could do now to change your opinion of me. But know this, Erestor, while I have made poor choices and bad decisions, I have never lied to myself where you are concerned. I have always loved you, always respected you and admired you, and I always will." He slowly rose to his feet and turned his gaze to his oldest friend. "Regardless of what you may think of Elladan and Elrohir, they would have never said to me what you just did." He drew himself up and squared his shoulders, lifting his head proudly. "While you may not agree with my decisions, I am not ashamed of my love for them, nor theirs for me." He turned on his heel to leave when the Noldo caught him by the arm.
Erestor clutched his robes in his fists and held him tight. "Curse my stupid pride! Glorfindel, what I said, I said out of pain. I do not think you a concubine. I had no right to say that." He wrapped his arms around the warrior's waist. "Forgive me, meldiramin, I was hurt, I…"
Glorfindel placed his fingers upon the Noldo's lips. "Sshh, Erestor." He gazed down into gray eyes that glistened with tears. He knew how unfair all this was, how just when it seemed they would find a way past the hurt, they stumbled over it again. He caressed his friends face as tears fell from his own eyes. "Will we ever find a way to love one another without hurting one another?" He asked.
Erestor sniffled and sighed. "I do not know, please forgive me, meldir."
Glorfindel smiled and caressed the Noldo's face. "I always will, I only hope you will do the same."
Erestor blinked and whispered, "Do you not want me? Even a little?"
Glorfindel found himself laughing softly. "By the Valar, Erestor, you are maddening." His thumbs caressed the Noldo's lips, "I want you so much I can barely stand it."
Erestor rose to the balls of his feet, sliding his arms around his proud warrior's body. "I ask for no promises, Glorfindel, no declarations of love or fidelity. I would share you with them, if that is what you need, I no longer care about my pride, I only want you."
Glorfindel closed his eyes, the soft press of Erestor's body against his own, his deep haunting voice filling his ears, it was all so tempting. The Noldo offered himself to him so freely, so completely, all he had to do was agree and he could have him, when he wanted, where he wanted, and how often. It was so unfair, unfair that they had been thrown together on this twisted path, unfair that he found out too late that the Counselor loved him, and unfair for him to even consider doing this to his dearest friend. He opened his mouth to reply and Erestor stopped it with a kiss, whispering against his lips, "Please do not turn me away, Glorfindel, please do not send me to my bed alone, I will surely die if you do."
Glorfindel's resolve melted with the honeyed tones of Erestor's voice. He wrapped his strong arms around the Noldo and lifted him, carrying him to his bed where he made love to him for the remainder of the night.
~*~*~*~
Elrohir sat upon a rock, over looking the River Isen. Something was nagging at him and he could not tell what it was. He furrowed his brow as he perused the landscape, watching for Orcs or Uruk-hai. Elladan sat opposite him, on another large boulder keeping watch over the southern approach to their position; two more Dúnedain took watch to the east and west. He glanced over his shoulder periodically, taking in the troubled posture of his twin on the other side of the campsite. The Captain of the Northmen they rode with approached him and placed a hand upon his shoulder.
"I am here to relieve your watch, my Lord."
Elladan smiled kindly at him and hopped down from his rock, walking across the camp toward Elrohir. He looked up at a small, abandoned shed near the pastures that they camped in for the night and motioned to his brother to follow. They stole from the camp and into the small shed, closing the door behind them as Elladan pulled his brother into his embrace. He ran his hands into his brother's hair and pressed his lips to his neck as Elrohir quietly moaned.
"What is it that has you so troubled, gwador?" he whispered.
Elrohir frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed to his brother's caresses. "I cannot tell, something weighs upon my heart, something foreboding; evil draws near I think."
Elladan pulled back from their embrace. "Did you see something, on your watch?"
Elrohir shook his head and whispered, "No, I saw nothing. Perhaps it is because we are so close to the White Wizard, I cannot tell."
Elladan took his brother's face in his hands and caressed his brow with his lips. He whispered against his forehead, "Perhaps… Let me make you forget all that troubles you, Elrohir, let me remind you of more… pleasurable things." He slid his hands up underneath Elrohir's tunic and heard his brother purr in response.
"By Elbereth, you feel so good, Elladan." Elrohir slid his hands over the swell of Elladan's buttocks, spreading his fingers wide to encompass as much of his brother's form as he could. He gripped them and jerked him closer as Elladan gasped in response before moving his lips to his ear.
The elder Peredhil took his brother's ear in his mouth and relentlessly sucked at the point as Elrohir squirmed against him, gripping him tighter. A plaintive moan escaped Elrohir's lips as Elladan quickly unbuttoned his tunic, running his hands across his chest and latching on to one nipple, rolling it between finger and thumb until Elrohir cried out into his shoulder. He bent one knee, sliding the inside of his thigh up and down his brother's hip as he rolled his pelvis forward, grinding his already rigid arousal into that of his brother. The friction created by the suede of his leggings against that of his brother was driving him mad. They had precious little time to enjoy one another now that they were in the company of the Dúnedain, and moments like this one were few.
Elrohir flicked his tongue in the small hollow at the base of Elladan's throat and began sucking at it with his warm mouth. Elladan's head rolled back as he bared his throat to his brother's lustful onslaught, whispering to him, "Take me, Elrohir, please."
Elrohir opened his mouth and bit his brother's neck. Elladan bit his lip to silence his own cry as Elrohir latched on to his throat with his mouth. His alabaster flesh bruised under the assault, and he half-heartedly wondered how he would cover this one up. He was accustomed to hiding the marks his twin left upon his body during coupling, but this time Elrohir was bold, leaving one in an obvious location, as if to say, `he is mine.'
Elrohir sucked upon the tender flesh that bruised beneath his mouth, he felt his brother's pulse pound under his lips and moaned. He knew sometimes he was probably too rough with Elladan, but his brother was so yielding, so seductive, he found it more and more difficult to restrain himself. The metallic taste of blood trickled into his mouth and he heard Elladan's whimpering cry. He pulled back and traced the mark he left upon his flesh with his fingertip, holding it up and looking at the bright red blood he drew from the wound, before placing it in his mouth and sucking it off. Elladan trembled in his grip, not trying to escape or pull away, yielding to him as he always did, even when he drew blood. Elrohir disconnectedly realized that he was holding his brother's wrists behind his back with one hand, and how they got there, he was not sure.
Elladan willed himself to relax as his shoulders began to ache from the strain of his arms being pulled behind his back, his heart raced in his chest and he felt the dull ache of building passion in his loins. This was a side of Elrohir he supposed he knew existed, but had not really seen; it was frightening and intoxicating all at the same time. He sighed in relief when Elrohir released his wrists; his fatigued shoulders trembled as he moved to run his hands through his brother's hair.
"Mine, Elladan, you belong to me." Elrohir growled.
Elladan moaned softly and whispered, "Aye, gwador, I belong to you, only you."
Elrohir pulled away and roughly turned Elladan around so that his back was to him and quickly unlaced his leggings, pulling them down around his knees before doing the same to his own. He leaned to the side, looking around his brother's shoulder and tracing his fingers over his full lips before pressing them into Elladan's mouth. Elladan sucked on them, swirling his tongue around them until he felt them slip from his mouth and slide almost immediately inside him. He groaned at the forceful intrusion and arched back against Elrohir, feeling his prominent arousal press into the back of his hip. Elrohir bit and licked his back, covering the back of his shoulders with love bites as he moaned and spread his legs farther, choking back a cry when Elrohir found his mark. The next sensation was one of being filled, near split open, as his brother entered him roughly. He arched his back and whimpered as Elrohir drove inside him, claiming his body as his own, over and over. He dug his fingers into the wood and clay walls of the shack they coupled in, feeling as if he would explode.
Elrohir leaned in and growled in his ear, "The next time you lay with Glorfindel without me, know that I am still there, even when you think I am not. You are mine, Elladan, not his, you will never belong to anyone but me."
Elladan shook his head slowly, whispering, "Never anyone but you, Elrohir, only you."
Elrohir took his brother's arousal in his hand, pumping his rigid length and bringing Elladan to completion. He groaned into his ear as he spilled himself inside his brother's willing body, trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. He rested his head upon Elladan's back, slowly stroking his arms and chest, whispering, "Amin mela le, Elladan," over and over again.
~*~*~*~
Meldiramin = my friend
Gwador = Brother
Amin mela le = I love you~*~*~*~
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