Title & Chapter Number: Wish Upon The Stars (Part 2 of the 'Pilgrim' story arc) 14/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: The Woodland Chronicles
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Middle-earth and all its inhabitants are Tolkien's, not mine. I don't mean to steal them; I'm just borrowing them for my enjoyment.
Warnings: Lots of character development, not much sex. Sap and angst. Twincest
Betas: Jilly. Still the best.
Cast: Haldir, Legolas, Rúmil, Orophin, Celeborn, Galadriel, the entire Lothlórien bunch. Elladan/Thranduil/Elrohir are the only ones getting it on for now, though. There might be new pairings as the story develops.
Timeline: Third Age, approx. 440 years prior to the Fellowship.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: Legolas arrives in Lórien to begin his training as a warrior under Haldir's supervision. In the process, he discovers things about himself he'd never dreamed of. Haldir, in the meantime, finds that even one immortal is never too old to learn.
Notes: This chapter is for Date, who is also so faithful with her reviews and who told me with big puppy eyes that she missed the twins; and for Jilly, my friend with the crush on the Balrog-slayer. I couldn’t possibly disappoint her. ;-)
Chapter 14 - The Ties That Bind
Lórien
Anyriand needed to get laid more often, Elrohir decided hazily as he gazed up at the beautiful Elf moving on top of him. His hands were holding the blonde by the slim waist; to guide him or to brace himself, he was not sure.
The twins had been trying to get away from their duties all evening; Elrohir had been the first to actually succeed, Elladan hadn’t been that lucky so far, but he would hopefully join them soon. Once in Anyriand’s talan, the Councilman hadn’t wasted much time in making his intentions clear; he wanted to be bedded and he wanted it now. They had quickly undressed each other, but while Elrohir wanted to reach out, touch him, find some delay and enjoyment in kisses, Anyriand was not quite so patient.
“No time for that,” he breathed as he pushed Elrohir onto the bed and ascended upon him, feasting on the twin’s naked body with hungry eyes.
“I have missed you,” he said, uncorking a vial of oil. “You and your brother both.”
“Apparently so,” Elrohir said. He hissed when Anyriand dribbled oil over his member; it was cool on his heated flesh. Then, groaned as he was being massaged and prepared for the deed by two strong, determined hands; the sensation was glorious. “Ahh, Varda!” he ground out, arching his back and clutching at the sheets beneath him.
“You know, Elladan will be most displeased that we have begun without him,” he panted.
“He will get his share as well,” Anyriand said, and that was the last thing he said before lowering himself smoothly into Elrohir’s lap.
Sweet Valar – this was a warm welcome beyond Elrohir’s wildest dreams. The Imladris Elf was rapidly going incoherent under the dominant Lórien blonde, and it was then that he decided, Anyriand needed more love than he was getting.
Then again, he thought as Anyriand moved on his spear with great skill, he rather liked the Elf this way; wild and hungry. Ah – so nice. And what a sight; Anyriand was not a warrior, and therefore more slender than Thranduil, not quite so powerful in build, but he was beautiful all the same; well-proportioned and lithe. A halo of soft blond hair, now sticking to his shoulders and chest as a fine sheen of perspiration appeared on his pale skin. A picture of elven beauty in all its sensuality.
“Ai, Elrohir!” he said. “You always feel so good.”
Elrohir groaned. He wanted to throw Anyriand over, crush him against the mattress and have him, for his current, rather helpless position was driving him insane. But Anyriand stopped him. “Uh-uh,” he said smugly. “Not this time, melethron.”
Elrohir groaned again, in frustration this time. Why did *he* always have to endure the teasing, while Elladan always seemed to get what he wanted? Frustrating, and very much so. He circled his arms around Anyriand’s waist, his hands restlessly stroking the slender back and moving down to locate the tiny, downy hairs on the small of Anyriand’s back; he liked the feel of them against his fingerpads. He bit at Anyriand’s shoulder, licked him, tasted the salt; then grasped his lover’s hips and lifted him somewhat, at the same time dipping his head lower and running his tongue over a nipple, causing Anyriand to jerk so violently that he nearly slipped from his body.
“Don’t leave me,” he growled, and his tongue snaked out again to swirl around the hardening nipple slowly.
“I – ah – don’t intend to,” Anyriand moaned, tangling his fingers in Elrohir’s luxurious hair. “But you’re not exactly encouraging me to sit still.”
Elrohir grinned and moved to the other nipple; still soft and light-pink unlike the other one. But not for long, Elrohir vowed and he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, rolling it against his teeth with his tongue. He was always fascinated by the way his lovers’ bodies reacted to his ministrations, and judging by Anyriand’s throaty moans, the blonde was appreciative as well.
In the end, though, the option of lying back in the pillows and letting the other ride him became too pleasant to ignore, and he gave in to the urge. His hands were still grasping Anyriand’s hips though, as if he wanted to prevent his lover from getting up and leaving. Anyriand had established a wonderful rhythm by now – firm, but slow, and the delicious pressure in Elrohir’s loins was rising, building towards an earthshattering climax. Oh, yes. Almost there. Just a few more moments.
At that point, Elladan came walking in. “What, already at it, and without waiting for me?” he asked, but his indignation was playful.
“We trusted you would join us soon,” Anyriand grinned, slowing his movements somewhat. Elrohir whimpered and thrust his hips upward impatiently.
“Not as soon as I would have liked,” Elladan replied, unfastening his cloak and throwing it over a chair. “Father was intent on my attending the entire thing.” He pulled off his boots and came towards the bed, his eyes gliding over the pair appreciatively.
“How is it going here?” he said and he leaned over Elrohir to look at his twin. “Well, well,” he smiled as he gently stroked a hand over his brother’s damp forehead, “I see I’m just in time for the grand finale.”
“Kiss me, meleth,” Elrohir begged, and Elladan did so, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. Teasing fingers caressed Elrohir’s throat, his collarbone, his chest. Elladan’s mouth tasted of the wine they had been offered and his hair smelled like rain. He wore it loose tonight; no braids to tame the deep-brown mane, exactly the way Elrohir liked it best.
Elladan then drew away and turned to the blond Elf. “Anyriand,” he said, sliding a hand over the other’s shoulder to caress the nape of the slender neck. His eyes shone warmly as he took in the beauty in front of him; a rosy blush of lust graced Anyriand’s cheeks, and it spread to his ears and his throat. Appealing. “You have again grown more beautiful since the last time I saw you.”
Anyriand smirked. He was still moving slowly upon Elrohir. “Still the same old flatterer,” he said.
Elladan grinned, as well. “Please continue,” he said, and he moved to sit behind the blonde, pulling Elrohir’s legs apart so that he could kneel between them. He then moved closer to Anyriand, so close that his chest pressed to the Councilman’s back, and he laid his hands on the other’s hips to follow their movements. Anyriand, in turn, pushed back against him, relishing the sensation of Elladan’s rough leather and silk clothing against his skin; it reminded him of his own nudity, and he threw his head against Elladan’s shoulder, his hair falling down the other Elf’s back.
Hmm, Elladan thought. Eager, that one. Good to know.
He made a trail of biting kisses from Anyriand’s shoulder up his neck, until he reached the fine, pointed ear, which he teased with more gentle bites and smart licks. Anyriand trembled in his grip.
“Anyriand,” Elladan sighed, “you are a luscious Elf. I wish I could share my brother’s delight right now.”
Anyriand laughed breathlessly. “Your turn will come, Elladan.”
Definitely very eager. Elladan closed his eyes for a second, praying for self-restraint, as he slid his hands from Anyriand’s hips to the front and upward, mapping the curves of Anyriand’s abdomen and chest with his fingertips and searching for the Elf’s nipples. Anyriand jumped when he found them. Hmm, so sensitive already. Your doing, isn’t it, Elrohir? My naughty one.
Elladan tortured Anyriand some more, rolling the nipples between his fingers and occasionally pinching them teasingly; then, moved one hand down and grasped Anyriand between his legs. Using the blonde’s own early fluids, Elladan stroked him smoothly, pulling and squeezing. Anyriand, overcome with pleasure, slammed his body back against him. His pleasure talk had decreased to a stream of delirious ah’s and yes’s by now, alternated only with incomprehensible moans. Elladan’s name had already become too difficult.
“Restraint, brother,” Elladan commanded Elrohir. “Your lovely partner goes first.”
Elrohir groaned. “Why not together?”
“Because,” Elladan smirked, “I only have two arms and I can’t please you both at the same time.” He held Anyriand firmly around the waist with one arm, while his other hand still stroked him without pause, bringing the Councilman to the brink of insanity. When Anyriand arched against him, cursing in Elvish, and swelled and hardened even more in his hand, Elladan knew the moment was there, and he continued to hold him as climax claimed the other Elf’s body, shattering all his restraints. The hoarse, long-drawn moans that accompanied Anyriand’s undoing enflamed Elladan further.
“Yes...!” Anyriand sighed and his body went limp. But Elladan held him in his position and searched his brother’s eyes.
“Your turn now, gwanur,” [brother] he said huskily. “Show me!” One arm still curled around Anyriand’s waist, Elladan brought his free hand to the joint of Elrohir’s thighs and cupped the tight sac, squeezing and caressing. He knew Elrohir liked that.
Elrohir sucked in his breath at the sensation and, grasping Anyriand’s hips, thrust upward. Anyriand uttered a low, lustful groan, his desire flickering again but refusing to fully inflame so quickly after his release. Elladan, sensing how very close Elrohir was, caressed his brother’s soft pouch, massaging firmly the two orbs it housed.
“Ahh, Vána!” Elrohir howled, and he fell over the edge, exploding in the depth of Anyriand’s body as he pulled it down hard on him, his face contorted with immense bliss. Even as he was still releasing in aftershocks, Anyriand whimpering at the sensation, Elladan pulled at the bindings of his leggings, sighing with relief when his arousal was freed from the too-tight fabric. Grabbing Anyriand by the hips, he pulled him up, and the blond Elf had to catch his own weight by bracing his hands on the bed to keep his and Elrohir’s foreheads from smashing together.
“My turn,” Elladan growled, and he pushed himself into the slick, velvety heat his brother had left only a heartbeat earlier.
“Breath of Manwë!” Anyriand groaned, his eyes locking with Elrohir’s, mere inches away. Elrohir grinned.
“Take him hard, brother,” Elrohir said. “He wants you to, I can tell.”
Anyriand closed his eyes to concentrate on Elladan slightly adjusting his position behind him, ascending his rear and setting a rhythm while holding him steady with long fingers. Elladan was a powerful lover and enjoyed being in this position, Anyriand knew that. Well, they would not hear *him* complain, either.
“Is that true, lovely one?” Elladan asked, his eyes appreciatively taking in the slender Elf bent over before him.
“Yes,” Anyriand said.
“You are a lustful Elf,” Elladan said in mock disapproval, doing another delightful shove forward.
“One of the reasons,” Anyriand panted, “you like me so much.”
Elladan laughed elatedly. Curse that Elf for being right!
~*~*~*~
“I am telling you, Glorfindel,” Elrond said, “there is magic going on in these woods.”
“My Lord?”
“When we arrived here this afternoon, I had two sons. Then the youngest disappeared and I had only one left. And now Elladan’s vanished, as well. He was there during the last meeting, right by my side; then we got up to depart, I turned away briefly to bid Celeborn and Galadriel a good night and he was gone! It smells of sorcery.” The Lord of Imladris looked at his loyal counsellor suspiciously, as if he expected Glorfindel to vanish in a puff of fleeting smoke any moment.
Glorfindel smiled. “’Twas no sorcery, my Lord. Your son left the premises simply through the door, and he did wish you a good night before leaving.”
“Hmpf. Well, I was having a conversation and I didn’t hear him. I shall speak with him in the morning; these are not the manners I taught him. It is common courtesy to greet the hosts before leaving, and he is my eldest son; Celeborn and Galadriel must be most displeased with his conduct.”
Glorfindel did not think that true; the twins seemed to be on very good terms with the Lord and Lady of Lórien. Elladan had been raised well and could be very charming and polite, an Elf worthy of the title ‘son of Elrond’. He just, like most Elves, tended to favor other priorities sometimes... and Glorfindel could not blame him, although he would never speak those words aloud. That blond Elf of the Council... what was his name, Anyriand?... was quite beautiful indeed. Lovely green eyes, nice hair. And probably well-sculpted under those robes; like a delicate marble statue. But soft and warm; and flexible, too. Yes, if he were Elladan, he would not waste time finding that Elf’s bed either.
Thus, with these musings, Glorfindel entertained himself as he walked beside his lord and friend. He’d served and assisted Elrond for many, many years and he esteemed and loved him, but sometimes he secretly thought that it would do Elrond no harm if he would just smile a bit more often. Recognize the humour in life and give in to it. His life had not been easy, of course. All those wars; the last battle against Sauron and everything that had happened. The illness and departure of Celebrían, and then the incestuous relationship of the twins... No, it had not exactly been a carnival, Elrond’s life.
“So where did my sons hurry off to, Glorfindel?” Elrond asked, although the tone of his voice indicated that he did not really wish to know the answer to that question.
“They have some friends and acquaintances here in the city,” Glorfindel replied. “I suspect they wanted to call on them and let them know they’ve arrived.” Well, that was true enough. Those tidings would probably have Anyriand still pleasantly sore in the morning. Glorfindel struggled not to grin openly.
“Good...” Elrond nodded absent-mindedly. “It’s good that they’re sociable with the Elves here, maintain the ties of friendship. That’s what binds the three great realms, isn’t it? Friendship...”
“As it should, my Lord,” Glorfindel agreed. “As it should.”
Suddenly, the young Elf leading them to their talans stopped and turned around. “Look, my lords,” he said, pointing ahead, “one of the patrols is returning.”
It was true. A group of approximately twenty Elves, all clad in the grey Lórien uniform, came in their direction. They were talking and laughing loudly, obviously glad to be back home. Upon recognizing the Lord of Imladris and his right-hand, however, a silence fell.
“Greetings, Lord Elrond,” Haldir said, stepping forward with inclined head and doing the proper greeting with his hand to his heart. “Glorfindel.”
“Mae govannen, Haldir,” they said, making the same gesture. The Marchwarden was a familiar face.
“Returning from border duty?” Elrond asked. “And on your way to report, Haldir?”
“I shall do so tomorrow,” Haldir replied, “first thing in the morning. If I went now I’d miss a free drink and that would be a real shame.” And the Marchwarden grinned.
“Free drink?” Glorfindel repeated.
“Tradition,” one of the other Elves explained. He was smirking, as well. “When returning from the border, we always have a drink together to celebrate. First round is on the novice, and we happen to have one this time!”
“Don’t forget,” another laughed, “that the first round is usually on the house already, since the ladies are always so glad to see us again!”
“Very well, second round then.”
“It’s amazing,” a young Elf said, “how many secret traditions this patrol has, and how they all seem to take advantage of the already vulnerable position a new member is in, for the benefit of the others.”
“Indeed,” another said with a grin. “That is because they were designed with exactly that objective.”
All laughed. Elrond smiled, as well, but Glorfindel stared at the young Elf who’d spoken. Haldir seemed to notice, for he grabbed the youngster by the shoulder and pulled him forward. He looked mildly self-conscious for forgetting about decorum.
“My lords,” he said, “may I introduce to you...”
“Prince Legolas, Thranduil’s son,” Glorfindel completed confidently.
Elrond, who had been looking at Legolas quizzically, wondering why the Elf’s face looked slightly familiar, understood now. “Indeed...” he murmured, studying the young prince’s face closely.
“Have you met?” This from Haldir.
“No,” Glorfindel smiled. “But I have met the King, I know that he has a son and I know that the Prince is residing in Lórien at the moment. That was enough. Mae govannen, Prince Legolas.”
“Mae govannen, my lords,” Legolas replied, looking at the Imladris Elves curiously. Elrond was an appearance; they both were. Elrond tall and stately; his face lined with wisdom, but his eyes friendly. His hair dark as the twins’. Glorfindel looked like an Elf lord of old times; placid, proud, magnificent. But with a youthful sparkle in his eyes. Yet Legolas did not doubt that he was both ancient and wise.
“So you are the novice they were speaking of then, Prince?” Glorfindel said.
“Indeed, yes my lord,” Legolas nodded. “It was my first patrol.”
“How is your father, is he well?” Elrond asked. “And your people, are they still standing strong in Mirkwood? Are the trade connections with Esgaroth still intact?”
“I...” Legolas began.
“Forgive me, my Lord Elrond,” Glorfindel interrupted, “but I propose that we save this conversation for tomorrow. The Prince and his friends have just returned and are longing for some relaxation. I myself am quite tired after the journey hither and the day’s events.”
All shifted their eyes to Elrond. The younger Elves half-expected the solemn Lord to frown at the interruption, but Elrond smiled and said, “You are right, Glorfindel. I desire some rest, as well. We shall speak tomorrow then, Prince Legolas.”
Legolas bowed his head. “Yes, my Lord.”
Elrond turned to the young Elf who had been guiding them. “Please, lead the way.” And to the group of warriors: “Good night to you all. Enjoy the well-deserved time off.” They thanked and greeted him, and made to continue their way up.
Glorfindel moved to follow Elrond, but Legolas had thought of something and spontaneously asked him, “Are the twins here, as well?” And with a blush he added, “my lord?”
“They are, indeed,” Glorfindel smiled. “You are good friends, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Legolas said.
“I shall let them know you have returned, they will be glad. But,” Glorfindel said with a wink, “I don’t think they will be available until tomorrow morning, Prince.”
“I had not expected otherwise from them,” Legolas said.
Glorfindel laughed, and after a respectful nod to Legolas, he followed his Lord down the stairs.
Legolas turned to walk in the opposite direction, rejoin his friends, only to find Haldir waiting for him.
“Good to be back again, isn’t it, Legolas?” Haldir smiled as they climbed up after the bantering group.
“Very,” Legolas replied. “I long for my bed.”
“But you have a tradition to maintain, first,” Haldir reminded him slyly.
“Yes, I do,” Legolas laughed. “I have not shirked my duties as a novice and I don’t intend to do so now.”
After a moment’s silence, Haldir said, “It so appears you will have a busy schedule, with the twins here. And now Lord Elrond has already booked a place in your agenda, as well.”
“Indeed. My first steps on the path of diplomacy and politics, I’d say,” Legolas shrugged, smiling.
“Then we shall both have business meetings, tomorrow,” Haldir said. “What do you think of Glorfindel, Legolas?”
Legolas looked at him surprised. “I could call him fair or beautiful,” he said frankly, “but he is much more than that. Why?”
“Because,” Haldir smiled, “it is always amusing to see the reactions of the Elves he meets for the first time. Save for a few, rare exceptions, they are intimidated, smitten or something between those extremities.”
“Ah.” Legolas laughed. “I find that not surprising. I am just in awe, I think. And I like him, too.”
“Yes, he is very kind,” Haldir agreed.
“What was your first reaction?” Legolas asked.
“Smitten,” Haldir smiled, “*and* intimidated, very much so.”
Legolas laughed again. “How old were you?”
“Many years younger than you are, now. I was at the age that one is easily impressed by a beautiful face.”
“Well,” Legolas said, “Glorfindel has a bit more than just that.”
A chuckle from Haldir. “True.”
It was on an impulse that Legolas circled his arms around Haldir’s waist and nestled his head against the Marchwarden’s shoulder affectionately. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said.
“Have I been away?” Haldir smiled, but he knew what Legolas was referring to; and, although feeling a bit awkward, he lifted a hand and stroked Legolas’s scalp lightly.
“These will be such good weeks,” Legolas said joyfully. “I feel they will!”
Haldir smiled. Maybe the youth was right.
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