Title & Chapter Number: Tale of Two Brothers 31/33
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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: Elladan has a strange encounter and awakes, Thranduil finds peace and picks blackberries with Erestor, Elladan and Elrohir are reunited with Glorfindel and Arwen.
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 25, 3019, Dagorlad, Mordor
Elrond entered the healer's tent, followed by Legolas and Aragorn, and went straight to his son's side. "Elrohir, how long? How long has he been this way?" Elrohir sat beside his twin, expressionless; he was in shock. "Elrohir!" He shook his son, trying to raise him from his numb state.
Elrohir turned his gaze to his father and spoke so quietly only Elrond and Legolas heard him. "Several hours, I think. I removed the arrow and cleansed his wounds. I have administered herbs to quell the poison but he still does not respond. I do not understand, Adar, why will he not wake?"
Elrond knelt on the ground next to his eldest son and laid his hands on him, closing his eyes and reaching out to his son's spirit.
~*~*~*~
Elladan looked around in confusion, **Where am I?** He lay upon a green hill, surrounded by trees and wildflowers, the sky was an unnatural shade of blue, and a soft breeze gently rocked the tree boughs. "Elrohir?" He sat up slowly; his body felt light, weightless as he regained his feet. He sensed Elrohir was near by, as he always did, but he could not find him. "Elrohir? Where are you, gwador?"
"He is not here."
Elladan spun around and came face to face with his father. "Adar? What are you doing here? Where are we?"
"I am not your father, Elladan, I am your uncle, Elros." He was the spitting image of Elrond, long dark hair and sparkling pewter eyes.
"I do not understand, Uncle. How could you…" Elladan's eyes widened and his hand flew to his mouth as he gasped, "I am dead… Elrohir…" he spun around, frantically looking for his twin.
His uncle smiled warmly and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder. "You are not dead, Elladan. You are in between life and death."
Elladan turned his confused gaze to his uncle. "Where is my twin? Where is Elrohir?"
Elros smiled. "I remember the closeness felt between those who have shared their mother's womb. I once was that close to your father." He guided Elladan from the hillside toward the sea. "Elrohir is still among the living, Peredhil, he watches over your body while your spirit is here."
Elladan's eyes began to fill with tears. "Where are we Uncle? What happened?"
Elros nodded, his countenance one of calm reassurance. "We are in a place that has no name, Elladan, nor does it have form or substance. What you see before you is what the land of Númenor once was. Somewhere in your mind this image exists, though how it does, I do not know. You were injured in the Great War. The Dark Lord has fallen; Middle Earth is free. You found this place, found me, because your heart is free." He caressed his nephew's face. "You will be faced with a choice soon, Elladan; a choice both your father and I had to make once. You will need to choose whether to embrace your human blood and accept the Doom of Man as I once did, or choose your elvish blood and sail to the undying lands. I have been sent to you to tell you not to be afraid of your choice, the Doom of Man is not doom, it is a blessing for the weary, those of us who leave your world go to a place of eternal peace."
Elladan looked out at the sea before him and saw the white ship docked off shore. From seemingly nowhere a small craft appeared before his feet. He turned to his Uncle and frowned. "I do not understand, are you saying I should not be afraid of death?"
Elros smiled. "You are in a unique position, Elladan, to return to your world with the knowledge of what comes after death. Do not take this knowledge for granted; do not make decisions based on fear. Follow your heart Peredhil, it will not steer you wrong. If you take the ship you will return to Middle Earth, to your brother. If you choose not to, then you will remain here with me, I dare say, Elrohir will follow soon after, though often hearts laden with grief lose their way."
Elladan smiled and embraced his uncle. "Thank you, uncle. Your words have been of comfort to me."
Elros hugged his nephew tight and whispered. "Your knowledge will be of comfort to your sister one day, do not forget that, Elladan."
Elladan nodded and gave his uncle one final squeeze before releasing him and climbing into the small craft, making for the white ship.
~*~*~*~
Elrond felt something tugging at his son; something was holding him back, though what it was he was unsure. Suddenly, he felt Elladan return, and in the process felt something else. His heart was flooded with warmth, and he gasped. "Elros…" he whispered. For a brief moment he felt his twin once again, his arms wrapped around him, and tears fell from his eyes.
"Adar?" Elrohir whispered, placing a hand upon his father's arm.
Elrond turned his gaze to his son and smiled. "I am all right, Elrohir," he looked down at his eldest son, "and so is Elladan."
Elrohir looked down to see Elladan's eyes flutter open and he bent down and embraced him. "Oh, Elladan. Thank the Valar."
Elladan smiled weakly and winced, pain flaring in his side and shoulder. "I am fine, Elrohir. I would never leave you." He closed his eyes and held his brother as he looked at his father, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
Elrond laid one hand upon Elrohir's back and the other on Elladan's arm; the image of his departed brother still fresh in his mind, his scent still lingering about him. Elros was content and at peace, if not with him, and that brought him great comfort.
~*~*~*~
April 10, 3019, Eryn Lasgalen
Thranduil sat upon his valiant black stallion, holding a letter from his son in his hand. Legolas had promised his new friend Gimli that they would return to Aglarond and Fangorn before he would return home, and he had some errands to perform for Aragorn as well. Legolas had made his own way in the world as the King of Gondor's most trusted advisor. He knew it would be years before he saw him again, but in a life as long as his, they would be but a moment. His son needed to remain by the Dúnadan's side, for in comparison, Aragorn's years were short. He pressed his lips to the parchment; his son's words had been filled with love and longing, and with a depth that only came from hard trials.
In the meantime, Thranduil had the companionship of his good friend Erestor. The Imladris Counselor would remain with him until receiving word that his Lord was departing, then the Noldo would ride over the mountain pass to his home of Imladris before continuing on to the Grey Havens.
"Thranduil!" Erestor called, "I have found ripe blackberries!"
Thranduil chuckled, always amused at Erestor's exuberance for the simple things in life. "I am coming, mellon nín," he called in return.
The darkness was gone, the wood once again as it was when he was young; all the heartache, all the pain, all the violence finally over. He turned his stallion and trotted toward the stream to join his friend for an afternoon spent picking blackberries.
~*~*~*~
May 15th, 3019, Gap of Rohan
Elladan and Elrohir sat astride their mounts awaiting Arwen's host, and with it, their lover. Long months and hard trials had passed since they last laid eyes upon their seneschal, and each minute that passed now felt like an eternity. Elrohir stretched up, his hand shading his eyes and a smile began to cross his face. He pulled his knees up and stood upon his horse's back, his smile broadening.
"They are coming…" he said softly.
Elladan beamed up at him, hardly able to wait a moment longer. "Come, let us ride out to meet them, gwador."
They galloped down the hillside and across the plain, hands raised in greeting. Glorfindel led a small contingent of elves leading Arwen to Minas Tirith.
Arwen smiled at her seneschal, it had been a long and frustrating wait for the warrior, though he had done his best to keep the mood light. "Go, seneschal, go to them," she addressed her faithful protector softly.
Glorfindel shifted upon his stallion's back, slowly shaking his head. "No, Evenstar. I promised your father I would stay by your side, and that is what I am going to do."
Arwen sighed and shook her beautiful head, her sable locks falling around her face. "Really, Glorfindel. I am not an infant. I think I can survive without you for so short a time." Glorfindel opened his mouth to protest and she abruptly silenced him. "Glorfindel! I am ordering you to go!"
The warrior smiled sheepishly and nodded, softly replying, "As you wish, my Lady." He squeezed his stallion into a gallop and rode forth to meet his lovers. He called for Asfaloth to stop and hopped down from his back, running forward to meet Elladan and Elrohir.
Elrohir leaped from his horse's back before he halted, hitting the ground running and leapt into Glorfindel's arms. Elladan followed closely, throwing his arms around the warrior's neck. The three elves held one another for a few moments, unwilling to release each other.
Glorfindel was the first to speak, "Oh how I have missed you, my loves."
Elladan whispered, "As we missed you, Glorfindel."
Elrohir agreed, "Yes, we missed you so much, you feel so good."
"I wonder if my brothers missed me nearly as much?" Arwen teased as she dismounted her horse, and Elladan and Elrohir quickly crossed the ground and threw their arms around her, hugging her and kissing her cheeks as she laughed softly.
"We missed you, muinthel (sister)," Elladan answered.
"Yes, we missed our baby sister," Elrohir chimed in.
"I am hardly a baby, Elrohir," Arwen chided.
Elladan laughed softly and kissed her cheek. "You will always be our baby sister, Arwen."
After a few moments spent catching up they mounted their horses and rode on toward Minas Tirith and the wedding of Aragorn Elessar and Arwen Undomiel.
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