Title & Chapter Number: Tale of Two Brothers 32/33
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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: Thranduil bids farewell to Erestor, the twins and Glorfindel reunite in passion.
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.
May 15th, 3019, Eryn Lasgalen
"Do you have everything for your journey, mellon nín?" Thranduil asked.
Erestor looked up from his pack and smiled. "Aye, I think I do," he stood and took the King's hand in his own and smiled gently. "Are you sure you will not accompany me to the White City? Legolas would be thrilled to see you."
Thranduil nodded and cupped the Noldo's cheek in his hand. "I am sure, Erestor. There is still much to do here, and many of my subjects will be departing for the Havens." He grasped the Noldo's shoulders in his hands and pulled him into an embrace. "You have been a dear friend, Erestor, I shall never forget that."
Erestor wrapped his long arms around his friend's broad shoulders. "Ai, Thranduil, I will miss you so."
Thranduil pressed a soft kiss to the side of Erestor's head. "And I will miss you, mellon nín," he slowly released him and caressed his face. "My greatest wish is that you get all you desire, Erestor. You more than most deserve to be happy."
Erestor smiled gently and took a deep breath. "Well then, I guess it is time." He hoisted his pack upon his shoulder and walked with the King to the stable.
Thranduil rode with him to the southeastern border of the wood, past the ruins of Dol Guldur. Erestor would ride the rest of the distance to Gondor in the company of two Silvan elves, members of the King's company.
Thranduil sat astride his mount, smiling at his friend as they said goodbye. "Bear my greetings and good wishes to King Elessar, and to my son."
Erestor nodded and smiled. "Aye, my Lord, I will."
"May the blessings of the Valar be with you, Erestor; Elbereth watch over your journey. Namarie," The King raised his hand and watched his good friend ride away, wondering if he would ever see him again. He turned his stallion and galloped home, as he had said, there was much to be done yet.
~*~*~*~
May 15th, 3019, Gap of Rohan
Arwen's host made camp for the night, guards posted on the perimeter of the camp, there were still rogue bands of orcs and men about and a group of elves would make a nice target. Arwen snuggled into her bedroll, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Elrohir tapped Glorfindel on the shoulder and he turned to see his lover peeking at him from behind a large tree. His lover crooked his finger, beckoning him to follow, and follow he did, creeping away from camp and into a stand of trees a short distance away. Elladan was already there waiting for them, and he smiled as they approached. While the others were used to seeing displays of affection between the seneschal and the twins, they were not at liberty to share the exact nature of their relationship.
As they entered the private grove, Elrohir sank to his knees before his lover, pressing his cheek to his groin and wrapping his arms around his hips. Elladan stood beside Glorfindel, nuzzling the warrior's ear and wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"We have missed you so much, a'maelamin," Elladan whispered.
"So very much," Elrohir agreed, nuzzling the warrior's groin with his cheek.
A quiet gasp escaped the warrior as his lovers showered him with affection, the feeling of Elladan's silky lips upon his ear and Elrohir's mouth upon his leggings quickly inflaming him. "I want you both, I want you now…" the warrior growled as he was tugged down into the tall grass, Elrohir in front of him, Elladan behind him. Elladan's hands roamed over his back and buttocks and he moaned quietly, leaning back into the elder twin's chest, his golden mane falling over Elladan's shoulder, intertwining with his own sable one.
"By Elbereth, you feel so good, Glorfindel," Elladan whispered into his ear, the honeyed tones causing the Eldar's breathing to accelerate slightly.
Elrohir's fingers worked the ties on the warrior's leggings as Elladan reached around and unbuttoned the Vanya's tunic. "I want to taste you, Glorfindel. I want to feel your heated length in my mouth, " Elrohir whispered raggedly, his hand sliding inside the warrior's loosened leggings.
"Ah! Uma, melethron, aniron… (Yes, lover, I desire)" The Eldar moaned, his arousal instantly hardening to Elrohir's touch, gooseflesh raising across his chest and abdomen from Elladan's roving hands.
The cool night air kissed his heated length as his leggings slid down to his knees and he groaned as he felt Elladan's arousal slide between his buttocks. He was on fire, burning for them, hungering for their touch. He moaned as Elrohir took him in his mouth, the Peredhil's silken lips sliding along his heated length, and he instantly thrust forward into that wet heat. Elrohir's soft moans resonated along his length and he arched his back, leaning back into Elladan as the elder twin tormented his ear with his unbelievably soft mouth.
The warrior moaned, "Yes, meleth, that's it, just like that. Slowly, Elrohir. Gods you feel so good."
"Leave some for me, gwador," Elladan crooned.
Glorfindel laughed softly, turning his head and whispering against Elladan's lips, "Yes, I have dreamed of your silken heat, meleth, I plan on feeling it again this night."
Elladan whimpered quietly as Glorfindel inflamed his desire, and he thrust forward, his rigid arousal sliding between the Eldar's firm buttocks.
The warrior took Elrohir by the hair, guiding his face away from his heated length, bringing his mouth back to his own. He plundered his lover's mouth, ravaging him with his tongue as Elrohir whimpered into the kiss, leaning forward and rubbing his groin against him. Glorfindel quickly unlaced Elrohir's leggings, sliding them past his hips and placing his hand upon his chest.
"On your back, Elrohir," the Vanya growled, and Elrohir complied, lying upon his back in the grass as Glorfindel quickly removed his leggings. The warrior then turned to Elladan and slid the Peredhil's leggings off his hips, pulling them free as Elladan sat down on the ground and removed his tunic. "Take off your brother's tunic, Elladan," he said quietly.
Elladan crawled to his twin, straddling him and quickly unbuttoning his tunic, peeling it off as Elrohir sat up, their lips meeting in a soft kiss.
Glorfindel removed the rest of his clothing and tossed it into the pile formed by the twins' garments. This was risky, he knew, but he could not wait one more moment to have them, not one more.
Elrohir groaned as Elladan lowered himself to his brother, his bare skin caressing his own, their arousals sliding against one another as Elladan undulated on top of him.
Elladan whimpered as the Eldar grasped his hips, lifting him off Elrohir and pulling him back.
The Vanya whispered, "Look at your brother, meleth, is he not beautiful? The way the moonlight shimmers upon his skin, his dark eyes and silken hair, his perfect, heated length." Elladan moaned quietly as the Eldar stroked his painfully erect arousal and whispered in his ear. "I want you to taste him, Elladan, I want to watch you take him in your beautiful mouth as I thrust into your heat."
Elrohir moaned, arching his back, waiting in heated anticipation for his brother. "Saes, gwador, Im baur… (Please, brother, I need)" he whispered and heard Elladan's answering moan.
Elladan fell upon Elrohir with his mouth, moaning as his brother quietly cried out, feeling Elrohir's fingers tangle in his hair. He tensed as he felt Glorfindel's tongue breach his body, his whimpering moan resonating along Elrohir's length.
Elrohir sensed his brother's apprehension; Elladan had still not completely recovered emotionally from what he had done to him. He whispered, "Be careful, Glorfindel, please; be gentle with him."
Glorfindel withdrew from his task and furrowed his brow, something was amiss with Elladan, but he could not discern what it was. He slowly stroked his lover's back as he stroked his own arousal, slickening himself with his own seed. He took Elladan's hips in his hands and whispered, "Relax, meleth, I will not harm you. Amin mela lle, Elladan." He felt Elladan relax beneath his calming touch and soft words, and he slowly pushed inside him, gasping as he sheathed himself in his lover's body.
He moved slowly at first, angling his hips to strike his target, hearing Elladan's answering cry as he arched against him. Gradually he quickened his pace, striking his target with increasing accuracy. He reached around and took Elladan's length in his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts, driving him onward to completion.
Elrohir was the first to find his release, whimpering as he arched his back and spilled himself down Elladan's throat. Elladan was next to climax, crying out softly as his brother's length slipped from his lips, his tightening body causing Glorfindel to tumble over the edge with him, the warrior groaning as he spilled his seed inside Elladan's body.
The three lovers collapsed upon one another in the soft, tall grass, and Elrohir stroked his brother's hair and placed soft kisses upon his head. Elladan purred contentedly, pressing his lips to Elrohir's chest and reveling in the weight of Glorfindel's body upon his back.
"By the Valar, I missed the two of you, " Glorfindel whispered, and the twins laughed softly.
"We missed you as well, meleth, " they quietly replied in unison.
They lay together for a few moments before donning their clothes and sneaking back to camp.
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