Title & Chapter Number: Tale of Two Brothers 26/33
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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 arrives in Mirkwood, Elrohir begs for forgiveness, Glorfindel encounters some trouble.
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 8, 3019, The Fords of Isen
"Elrohir, get up, please." Elladan sighed. He looked at the top of his brother's head as he leaned against the rock. His ear and his body had already healed from the previous night's activity, but his heart still felt wounded. He knew, with every fiber of his being that Elrohir would never willingly hurt him, and he could only imagine that what had happened the night before was, in some way, related to the Ring. Elrohir knelt before him, head bowed, quietly asking him for forgiveness. Elrohir felt the pain in his heart as clearly as he did; he knew it.
"I can never forgive myself for what I have done, gwador. How could I…" Tears fell from his eyes, wetting the ground he knelt upon.
Elladan reached down and grasped his twin's cloak, pulling him to his feet. He looked into his tear-stained face and caressed it gently. "I would not have you suffer thus, gwador. It was not you who did those things. I know you, and it was not you."
Elrohir's shoulders began to shake and he embraced his brother. "Amin mela le, Elladan."
Elladan caressed his brother's hair, "Amin mela le, Elrohir."
The sound of horses alerted them to the arrival of their foster brother and they broke their embrace, stepping out from the rocks to meet Aragorn.
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March 10, 3019, Northern Mirkwood, Thranduil's Caves
The large doors swung open to the throne room, and Erestor stepped inside, escorted by one of the palace guard. He held the letter in his hand as he approached the throne; the sight of his good friend comforted his heart. He knelt before the King, one hand over his heart and the letter in the other. "My Lord, I come from Imladris with a letter from the Prince."
Thranduil rose from his throne and extended his hand, bidding Erestor to rise. As Erestor looked upon his old friend, he noted that he looked a bit wearier than he did the last time he saw him. He handed the letter to the King and bowed his head again.
"Come, meldir, walk with me." The King answered softly. Erestor took Thranduil's hand and left the throne room with him, walking down the corridor of his private quarters. "How is it with you, Erestor?" He asked quietly, his fingers lightly tapping the parchment the letter was written upon.
"I am well, my Lord." Erestor walked beside the King, his hands locked behind his back. He wanted to embrace him, he could see the loneliness in his eyes; he could see how he yearned for his son. "How is it with you, my Lord?"
Thranduil sighed and paused before the door to his private study, opening it and bidding the Counselor enter. They sat at his large desk, and the King laid down the parchment, drumming his fingers lightly upon it as he formulated an answer for his good friend. "Things have been difficult, Erestor." He finally answered.
Erestor nodded, "Aye, my Lord. You must miss him very much." He crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap.
Thranduil looked off into space as he addressed his friend. "Aye, but that is not what I mean. While I miss my son's company, I understand why he is not here. But what I am struggling with, Erestor, is how Lord Elrond could choose my son for this, when he had two of his own… when I can ill afford to lose one warrior, much less a leader and the finest archer in my realm, if not all of Elvendom. Legolas' absence is keenly felt; my realm is pressed harder each day, and I do not have the luxury of a Ring of Power to protect it." He shifted in his seat and winced, causing Erestor to sit forward in his chair.
"My Lord, what is the matter? Are you injured?" Erestor moved to rise from his chair.
Thranduil waived at him to sit and took a deep breath. "I will be fine, meldir. I took an arrow during the last orc incursion across my borders. It is just a bit sore, that is all."
Erestor looked at the desk and sighed. He did not know how to answer his friend's question, when he did not understand it himself. "I have asked myself that question more than once, my Lord. I do not understand Lord Elrond's reasons any more than you do. I tried, my Lord, I tried to convince him not to send Legolas, but to no avail."
Thranduil rose from his chair, rounding the desk and sitting on the edge next to his old friend. "I appreciate your efforts, meldiramin, I truly do. But, `tis no matter now, what is done is done, and we must work with what we have." He reached down and took Erestor's hand in his own. "I wish you were here in happier times, Erestor. This is a perilous time to be in the great wood; as long as you remain here, in my caves, you will be safe from harm." His eyes narrowed as he continued, "The Dark Lord has increased his activity in Dol Guldur, bands of Uruk-hai and wolf riders continue to cross my borders, I have lost upwards of fifteen warriors in the last three months. I will not be able to hold them off forever, I am in great need of aid."
Erestor stood and took his friend's hands in his own. "Long before I was Chief Counselor to my Lord, I was a soldier, a warrior. Though it has been over an age, I have not forgotten how to use a bow and a sword, I would be honored to help you protect your realm, my Lord."
Thranduil stood and pulled his friend into an embrace, "You are a loyal and brave friend, Erestor." He placed a soft kiss upon his forehead. "But your negotiation skills would serve me better."
Erestor looked up into his sapphire gaze and smiled. "How, my Lord? Shall I negotiate with the Dark Lord himself?"
Thranduil chuckled and caressed the Noldo's raven hair. "If anyone could, it would be you, meldir; but, no. However, you could negotiate for assistance on my behalf with the Lord and Lady of the Wood. I know their realm is also hard pressed, but I hear reinforcements are coming from Imladris to their aid. If Celeborn and Galadriel could spare some of their archers for my cause… Perhaps together, we could sack Dol Guldur and put an end to this once and for all."
Erestor smiled and placed his hand upon the King's chest. "I would be honored, my Lord, to perform this service for you."
A soft knock came upon the door and they looked up to see a beautiful young Silvan elf standing in the doorway. A collection of cloths hung over his arm and he held a basket of oils and ointments in his hand. He bowed his head and softly spoke, "My Lord, it is time for your massage and to look at your wound."
Thranduil smiled kindly and nodded. "I will be right there, go on to my chamber." He turned to Erestor. "I have had your belongings stored in your old guest chamber. Take some time to rest and clean up after your ride." He placed a soft kiss upon the Noldo's head. "I will join you at dinner, meldir." He stiffly rose from his place upon his desk and crossed the room toward the door, pausing to look back over his shoulder at his old friend. "'Tis good to see you, Erestor, it has been too long." He smiled gently before leaving the room and continuing toward his chamber.
Erestor rose and walked down the hall toward his old quarters, as he opened the door he smiled, it was just as he had left it, right down to the books on the shelves. Shortly after arriving, three handmaidens entered the room and busily went about lighting a fire in the hearth and drawing a warm bath for him. He sat upon the bed and watched them go about their work.
~*~*~*~
March 10, 3019, The Gap of Rohan
Asfaloth flew over the wide grassy plains of Rohan. Glorfindel had hugged the treeline and foothills as best he could, not wanting to ride out in the open as he did now, but that was no longer an option. He had rode almost continuously for three days, stopping only to water and feed Asfaloth, and give the valiant stallion some rest. He was still five to six days ride from Imladris at best, possibly more than that. He wished he could sprout wings and fly like the great eagles and be there immediately. He heard Asfaloth's breathing begin to labor and he pulled him up to a walk. The stallion had carried him nearly fifty miles since dawn, much of it at a gallop, and needed a rest. He walked along, his eyes and ears peeled for any sign of danger, his gray elven cloak wrapped about him. He had to cool the horse down before offering him food and water so they would be walking for a while before making camp. He halted Asfaloth when he heard heavy footsteps approaching and caught the scent of Uruk-hai on the wind. He quickly dismounted and sent the horse into the foothills before climbing a tree and drawing his bow. He was close to the valley entrance to Isengard and had come upon a band of Uruk-hai that escaped the battle of Helm's Deep.
He watched them approach, there were no more than twenty and they were battered. A fierce smile crossed the warrior's lips as he leapt from the tree, these Uruks would not be returning home. He drew his bow and fired upon them in rapid succession, felling more than six before they could react. He raised his bow and fired again when he saw a bow of the Galadhrim strung to one of their backs, and he realized that these beasts were returning from Helm's Deep. Anger boiled to the surface as he fired again, faster each time, each arrow striking its mark as the battered Uruk-hai raised their weapons and tried to charge. He took down eight more before he had to draw his sword, and after a short battle, he felled the remainder.
He wiped the blade of his sword clean on the cloak of one of the dead Uruks and removed the weapons they had taken from his fallen kin. He quickly piled their carcasses upon the ground and burned them, leaving a helmet upon a stake to mark their pyre. He whistled to Asfaloth, mounted, and trotted away from the stinking mound, continuing toward Imladris.
~*~*~*~
March 8, 3019, The Fords of Isen
Legolas dismounted Arod and embraced Elladan, happy to see his old friend. He nodded in greeting to Elrohir before joining Aragorn and the twins as they met with Halbarad and the rest of the Grey Company. That night they sat around the fire as Aragorn told the sad tale of the battle at Helm's Deep, Elrohir and Elladan bowed their heads in prayer to the Valar for their fallen kin.
Elladan sat upon a large rock, looking at Legolas and listening to the Prince sing a lament for their fallen kin. Elrohir took a seat beside his twin and listened quietly, placing his head upon Elladan's shoulder. The elder twin whispered to his brother, "He has such a beautiful voice, I never tire of listening to him sing."
Elrohir nodded, "Aye, `tis beautiful as any I have ever heard." He sighed, "The battle must have been horrible."
Elladan nodded, "I fear we face worse still, we have much to lose, Elrohir."
Elrohir placed a soft kiss upon his brother's shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist. "There is more to lose by doing nothing."
Elladan placed his hand upon his twin's thigh. "Amin mela le, Elrohir."
Elrohir whispered, "Amin mela le, Elladan, more than anyone or anything in all the world."
They sat silently, leaning upon one another, tears silently tracking down their cheeks, listening to the Prince of Mirkwood's golden voice float upon the air.
~*~*~*~
Gwador = brother
Amin mela le = I love you
Meldir = friend
Meldiramin = My friend~*~*~*~
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