Title & Chapter Number: Tale of Two Brothers 28/33
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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: Elrohir and Elladan find a moment of solace in one another's arms, Thranduil rides into battle, Erestor rides to Lórien, Glorfindel arrives and receives his last command, Legolas worries for his father.
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 13, 3019, Pelargir, Lebennin
Elrohir rolled to his side in the narrow hammock, guiding Elladan behind him as he tucked his knees close to his chest. He felt his brother's sure hands upon his neck, pulling his hair to the side to give him better access to his ear.
"Are you sure, Elrohir?" Elladan whispered, the warmth of his body pressing against his twin's back.
Elrohir nodded and whispered breathlessly, "Aye, meleth nín, take me…"
Elladan caressed his hair, pressing his lips to his twin's ear. "Amin mela lle, Elrohir…" he whispered before drawing his tongue along the curve.
Elrohir shivered as desire coursed through his veins, his arousal pressing firmly against his upper thigh. He drew a quick breath as he felt his brother's fingers breach his entrance, sliding inside his body effortlessly and without hesitation. Elladan knew him inside and out, every small imperfection, every ticklish spot, every place to touch him to drive him mad. He craved his brother's touch, his kiss, his breathtaking moans and sighs, his velvet heat. He could not bear the fear he felt when he touched Elladan as his twin touched him now. He would have to earn his trust again, and this was the first step; he gave himself freely to him, he gave his twin mastery over him.
"Ah! Oh Gods, Elladan!" He gasped, wanting more than anything to cry out at the top of his lungs, but knowing he could not. He bit his lower lip in an effort to deny his passion voice, whimpering as he succumbed to his brother's touch. He moaned into the pillow as he felt his brother's silken heat slide between his buttocks, teasing his entrance with the tip. Silken lips caressed his ear, tongue encircling the point, and he shivered with want. He cried out, his voice muffled by the pillow, as Elladan entered him, striking his mark as he was buried to the hilt.
"Oh, Elrohir," Elladan whispered, "By Elbereth, you feel so good, so very good." It had been a very long time since Elladan had taken his brother, long since he had taken the more dominant role in lovemaking. He slid in and withdrew, tight, impossibly luxurious heat squeezing his length, driving him on toward climax, toward ecstacy. He resisted the urge to move faster, wanting to draw the experience out as long as he could. Elrohir whimpered and pleaded as his fingers danced over his arousal, teasing him, tormenting him with sweet ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, one hand on his chest, the other slowly enfolding Elrohir's arousal. Long, slow squeezing strokes with his hand upon his twin's heated length and his tongue upon Elrohir's ear. He could feel his twin's heart pounding in his chest, threatening to break free of its confines. "Amin mela lle, Elrohir…" he whispered in his ear, savoring the breathtaking moans and whimpers as he staked his claim to his brother's willing flesh, "Always…"
Elladan thrust into his lover's body one final time, burying himself completely as he groaned in Elrohir's ear, feeling his twin's essence spill over his hand as he filled him with his seed. He struggled for breath, his heart racing as he held his brother in his arms, his lips caressing his ear as he snuggled close, still buried inside him.
Elrohir smiled and pulled his brother's arms tighter around him, snuggling back against his warmth. "Amin mela lle, Elladan," he whispered.
They lay for long moments in one another's arms, saying nothing, only relishing the love they felt radiating from one another. Finally, they reluctantly washed and dressed before unlatching the door and returning to separate bunks.
~*~*~*~
March 13, 3019, Thranduil's Caves, Mirkwood
Erestor held the missive in his hand that he was to return to Lothlórien with, steeling himself against the dangerous trip back to the Golden Wood. Thranduil walked beside him, decked in battle armor and mail, one hand upon the hilt of his sword, the other cradling his helmet.
"I can only send three riders with you as far as the Anduin, once you cross to the west, ride hard toward Lórien. You should be safe as long as you do not linger. As daring as the Orc's are, they are not yet foolish enough to launch a direct attack upon the Lord and Lady's realm."
Erestor nodded. "Aye, my Lord." He paused before mounting his horse, turned, and embraced his old friend. "Please, be careful, mellon nín, Legolas would be destroyed if anything were to happen to you, as would I."
Thranduil smiled and placed a soft kiss upon his friend's cheek. "To be careful is not my way, Erestor; but I will not be foolish. I am not ready to meet Mandos just yet."
Erestor smiled and mounted his horse, bowing his head and placing his hand over his heart. "Until we meet again, your Majesty."
Thranduil smiled and bowed his head in return, watching his friend gallop into the wood with his escort. He felt in his heart, it would be a very long time before he saw him again, if at all. He placed his helmet upon his head and turned to his soldiers, "Prepare to ride!" He mounted his faithful stallion, turning him and galloping across the bridge and into the wood, followed by his troops.
~*~*~*~
March 13, 3019, Last Homely House, Imladris
Glorfindel galloped into the courtyard of his Lord's haven, quickly dismounting and running up the stairs toward the Great Hall. There was no customary greeting party, no guard, save a few he passed on the southeastern border, and he was worried. He had never seen the Last Homely House so empty. As he entered his Lord's study he found the library shelves almost bare, art removed from the walls; it was all but deserted.
Elrond emerged from his private office, dressed in battle gear, a sword wrapped in velvet under his arm. "Seneschal, I feared you would not return."
Glorfindel bowed his head and placed his hand over his heart. "My Lord, I swore to serve you, I returned as fast as I could, it was a long hard ride. Only death could have kept me from my service."
Elrond smiled and placed his hand on the warrior's shoulder. "In all your years of service, you have never failed me, Glorfindel. I have one final request of you, seneschal; it will be the most important service you have ever performed. I need you to guard my single, most precious possession; Arwen."
Glorfindel looked into his Lord's eyes, softly answering, "I will guard her with my life, my Lord."
Elrond smiled knowingly, "I knew you would. I am riding on my own errand, and I am entrusting her to you. She has refused my request to leave for the Havens, she is determined to remain behind and marry Aragorn. Remain behind here, with her, until you receive word that Aragorn lives and the quest has succeeded. If it does not, if they fail, escort her to the Havens as swiftly as possible. I will send riders to bear the message as soon as I am able, but I dare say, you will know if they fail."
Glorfindel nodded, "I will, my Lord. But what of you?"
Elrond smiled grimly. "'Tis time for me to see this finished once and for all, mellon, if we fail, I will not return."
Glorfindel frowned. "I would fight at your side, my Lord, I do not wish you to ride into battle without me."
Elrond embraced his long time friend. "Aye, Glorfindel, I know you would. But Arwen is more precious to me than my own life; I trust no one else with hers."
With that, the Lord of Imladris left his old friend and protector, descending the stair and mounting his horse, riding into battle one final time.
~*~*~*~
March 13, 3019, Thranduil's Caves, Mirkwood
"My Lord!" Ellegon rushed forward, reaching his King just as Thranduil slid from his horse, the young healer struggling to catch him in his arms.
Thranduil and his soldiers were battered and wounded, but they had succeeded in turning back the darkness yet again. Ellegon lifted the helmet from his King's head, wiping the blood and grime from his fair face as he called for assistance. Three more healers arrived with a gurney, loading the King upon it and carrying him to his quarters as the other healers began helping the wounded into the caves and barred the gates.
Thranduil lay upon his bed, his armor and clothing removed and his wounds treated. Ellegon sat beside him, refusing to leave him, as he held his hand between his own. "Please, Sire, please wake… you must wake." He spoke very softly, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. This could not continue; even Thranduil could not continue to suffer such injuries. The King shivered as the poison coursed through his veins, burning his body with fever, and Ellegon pressed the cool cloth to his face once again. He had administered herbs to quell the fever, but they had not yet taken effect.
"Cold… I am so cold…" the King croaked.
Ellegon pulled the blankets up around him and lay beside him on top of the covers, his head resting on the pillow next to the King's. "Ssshhh, Sire, you are not alone, I am here."
~*~*~*~
March 13, 3019, Pelargir, Lebennin
Legolas sat up in his bunk. "Ada…" he whispered to the small quarters he shared with Aragorn.
The Dúnadan turned from the window. "Legolas? Are you all right?"
Legolas furrowed his brow, rubbing his temples as he sat in his hammock. " A dream, I think; a nightmare."
Aragorn turned toward the window and nodded. "Aye, I have been plagued with them too. `Tis natural I guess."
Legolas suddenly was overcome with the desire to go home, to abandon the mission he had sworn himself to; but, he knew he could not. He had a foreboding sense that his father needed him, that something terrible had happened. He lay back in his hammock, trying to clear his mind. Aragorn needed him, they had to succeed or nothing else would matter.
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