Title & Chapter Number: Tale of Two Brothers 25/33
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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: Legolas comforts Orophin, Erestor continues on to Mirkwood without Glorfindel, darkness descends upon Elrohir.
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 4, 3019, Helm's Deep
Orophin walked down the long narrow corridor of the Keep toward the room he would share with Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli. He would make for Lothlórien in the morning with the surviving members of the archers of the Golden Wood. It would be a long, wearisome journey and he bore a heavy burden, the news of his brother's death at the hands of Saruman's minions. Telling Rúmil would be the hardest thing he had ever done, and he suddenly felt lost without his older brother to guide him. He sat upon the ground, on top of the sleeping rolls and furs the Rohirrim had lent them, seemingly unable to come to grips with the fact that he would never see Haldir again. Never hear his smug, deep voice chastise him for being late to report for patrol, never hear his deep throaty laugh when he told a joke, never feel his strong arms wrapped around him offering brotherly support and affection.
Gentle, soft touches upon his hair and shoulders alerted him of Legolas' presence. He sighed and leaned into the touch, haunting memories of nights and days spent making love to the Prince of Mirkwood filled his mind. Anything was better than the loss he felt now, than the nagging emptiness that consumed him at the loss of his brother. "Let me heal your aching heart, a'maelamin. Tell me what to do to ease the pain of your loss." Orophin closed his eyes. **By the Valar, his voice is magical** the archer thought; it was deep and soothing, haunting and enchanting all at the same time.
He opened his eyes and peered into the sapphire gaze of his one time lover, the one he would have gladly given his heart to if he had the chance. He caressed Legolas' face and whispered, "Hold me in your arms, Legolas. Replace this emptiness with your love."
Legolas smiled gently and pressed his forehead to that of Orophin's. "Aye, I will, meldir. I will do my best."
They lay back upon the soft furs and warm blankets and Orophin placed his head upon the Prince's chest as he wrapped his arms about his waist. They lie quietly for awhile, alone as they could be in such a place as they were. As the hour grew later the halls of the Keep grew quiet; the only sounds to be heard were the sounds of men snoring down the hall. Orophin raised his head and looked into Legolas' eyes. He shifted so that he lay on top of his friend, gently rocking his hips against him and pressing his lips to those of his Prince.
Legolas quietly moaned into his kiss, it had been months since he felt the touch of another, nearly an age since he had felt Orophin's. It was sweet as he remembered, the archer still tasted of honeysuckle, though his form had changed over the years. His hands slid over Orophin's firm round buttocks and he bent one knee, drawing the Galadhrim's weight closer, wanting to wrap him in his warmth and strength. Orophin's mouth made his way to Legolas' ear and he stopped. The Prince felt him tremble in his arms and his shoulders begin to quake.
"Orophin, a'maelamin…" he caressed the archer's hair. "Cry, meldir, cry all you want, you have earned it." He wrapped his arms around Orophin as the marchwarden buried his face in the Prince's hair.
Orophin sniffled, "I am sorry, meldiramin, I… I cannot…"
Legolas placed a kiss upon the archer's forehead and held him tight. "Sshh, meldir… it is alright, I understand." He snuggled close to his friend. "Just sleep in my arms for as long as you need."
They curled together and Orophin cried himself to sleep in the Prince's arms.
~*~*~*~
March 7, 3019, Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien
"Are you ready to depart, sir?"
Erestor looked up from his pack to see Rúmil smiling politely. "Yes, Rúmil, but we must find Glorfindel."
Rúmil shifted and looked up through the tree branches. "Well, sir, erm, it seems… um…"
Erestor took a deep breath and sighed. "What is it, Rúmil? Just say it."
"Glorfindel will not be accompanying you to Mirkwood, Erestor."
Erestor turned to see Lord Celeborn standing behind him. He bowed his head in respect and quietly answered the Lord of the Wood. "May I ask why, my Lord?"
Celeborn clasped his hands behind his back. "Elrond has sent for him by messenger, he needs him back in Imladris at once. I am sending Rúmil and six of my best guard with you, they will keep you safe." He glanced at the young marchwarden and smiled. "Rúmil may seem young, but I assure you, he is one of my finest." The young archer blushed slightly and smiled.
Erestor furrowed his brow. **Why had Glorfindel not told him this himself? They had not left one another's sight for almost two days.** He looked back at Celeborn. "Can you tell me where Glorfindel is, my Lord? I would like to speak with him before I depart."
"He is riding south as we speak, Elrond needs him urgently. I am sorry he was not able to tell you this himself." He placed a hand on the Noldo's shoulder. "Make haste, Erestor. There is no way to tell how much longer the path will be safe to Thranduil's caves. He is having to fight harder everyday to defend his realm."
Celeborn turned and walked away leaving Erestor to his companions.
~*~*~*~
Elladan's whimpering cries barely registered in Elrohir's clouded mind. He had his twin pinned against a tree; darkness was all around them, in the air, in the wood, in his mind. He drove inside his brother mercilessly. Somewhere inside his mind, he knew those were cries of pain, not pleasure; he was hurting him, but he could not stop. He spilled himself inside his brother's trembling body as he buried his face in his hair.
Elladan felt tears tracking down his face, his ear bled where Elrohir bit through it, his wrists were red and bruised from the relentless grip Elrohir held him in. Despite the pain, his own arousal ached and throbbed with need, he was torn between feeling violated and feeling aroused beyond comprehension. Elrohir had never hurt him this way before, never made him feel like this before. He fought to keep from sobbing as he felt Elrohir slip from his body, he ached inside, he felt used.
Elrohir stepped back from his brother as Elladan slumped down at the base of the tree. He reached down to pull up his leggings when he saw a small amount of blood. The sight of it snapped him back to reality and he looked in horror at his brother. Elladan sat crouched on the ground at the base of the tree, his ear bled badly near the point, his arms were wrapped around his waist and his head hung down.
Tears began to flow from Elrohir's eyes as he reached for his brother, and he felt as if he were kicked in the stomach when he saw Elladan recoil from him. Elladan said nothing, only trembled and cried quietly. "Oh Gods, Elladan, what have I done?" he whispered. "Let me help you…"
Elladan slowly pulled up his leggings and drew his cloak around him, unable to speak. Elrohir sank to his knees in the dirt and tried to comfort his brother. Elladan slowly looked up at him and whispered, "I need to be alone, Elrohir." He stood and quietly walked away, back toward the camp.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel urged Asfaloth on, riding back south toward the Gap of Rohan. It was no longer safe to cross the mountains; the Orcs had awakened and began to spill from the gates of Moria in a black swarm. His faithful mount flew across the ground as he galloped home; he had a bad feeling as to why he was being called home in such a hurry. It hurt him to leave Erestor that way, without saying goodbye. The last two days had been everything he always thought it would be, had things gone differently. They had walked together in the wood, made love and slept in one another's arms at night. For a brief moment he had forgotten about all the pain of the last years and was able to pretend that he was with the one he was meant to be with. Now, Erestor was to continue his quest without him, and he wondered when he would see him again.
He leaned forward over the stallion's neck and spoke softly, "Noro lim, Asfaloth." The stallion surged forward, flying across the ground with ever increasing speed, the warrior's golden mane and gray cloak flying out behind him.
~*~*~*~
A'maelamin = Beloved
Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My friend
Noro lim = Run on~*~*~*~
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