Title & Chapter Number: Twin Seduction 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien created them; I just see that they get laid once in awhile. I make no money and wrote this for my own sick twisted amusement.
Warnings: Het Sex, Threesome
Betas: Alex – Goddess of the Comma
Cast: Elladan, Elrohir, and an OCF
Timeline: AU; Pre-Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Twins are resigned to being alone and then Túre catches their eye.
Notes: Between Fireheart's Twin Fic, Julies' lovely Haldir fic and Éowyn's Unexpected Love fic, my PWP Het bunnies crawled out from under the couch and began to eye my ankles with great interest. Then one of the little bastards ran over and bit me before I could stop him.
Elrond watched his twin sons as they wolfed down their dinner. It was their first night back from an extended hunting trip. He wondered when they had last had a decent meal. Shaking his head, he returned to his own dinner.
Elladan was the first to finish his dinner. Custom dictated that he wait until everyone was finished before leaving the dining hall, but he had other plans for the evening and wanted to get a head start on them.
Elrohir was seconds behind his elder twin brother.
"Father, may we be excused?" Their rich voices blended smoothly as they asked permission in unison.
Elrond considered the twin rascals looking at him with mirrored expressions of innocence. He knew better than to be fooled by them. He had hoped to spend a quiet night catching up with them, but could see that it was not to be. No doubt some young maidens had caught their eye and they would not be content to visit with him this evening. Better to let them sow their oats, so to speak. Who knows? he thought to himself. Maybe they would finally settle down and get about the business of giving him grandchildren.
"Be gone you little ruffians and seek your pleasure. Just be sure that I do not have a pair of broken-hearted bawling females in my study a week from now," he told them in a low whisper so as not to be over heard.
The twin rogues smiled broadly and quickly scrambled from the table. Arwen shot them a disapproving look. "Honestly, Father, you would think that they would learn to behave with a bit of decorum."
Elrond gave his daughter a grave look, as if to say, `I know, my dear, but I have tried and failed'. Secretly, he grinned to himself, his twins reminded him of himself and his twin brother, Elros. He distinctly remembered them leaving a trail of broken hearts in their wake. Elrond pushed aside the painful memories of his brother's death and concentrated on his dinner once more.
~*~*~*~
Elladan looked into the mirror one final time to check his appearance. He was a bit shorter than most Elves because of his Human heritage and a bit stockier, but he still possessed the beauty, grace and speed of his Elven ancestors. His long black hair was held back from his face by tiny braids at either temple.
He removed an imaginary piece of lint from his forest green tunic with a flick of his fingers, black leggings and suede boots completed his outfit. He opted not to wear the silver circlet that proclaimed his status as a noble.
He smiled and left his room only to come face to face with his twin in the hallway. Elrohir was dressed in an identical outfit.
"Change immediately," Elladan huffed at his brother.
"Nay," Elrohir challenged him. "I was here first, you go and change."
"I do not have time to bicker with you. I am to seduce the most delicate flower and I do not wish to be compared to my ill-mannered twin."
"Tis not I who am ill-mannered, and for your information, I too, seek to woo a delicious new addition to our little household."
Elladan was immediately suspicious. "What do you mean `new addition'?"
Elrohir regarded his brother through narrow eyes. "Nay, Brother! I saw her first!"
"Foul, I say, but it is I who spied her first upon our arrival this very morn!"
The twins glared at each other, each refusing to yield on the matter.
"Shall we wager then?" Elrohir asked suddenly. "The best one of us wins the prize?"
"Nay, for she is Gildor Inglorion's chit and I do not relish facing that Elda's wraith should he learned that one of us not only despoiled his only daughter, but made her the sacrifice on the alter of our incessant need to compete. So I beg you, Elrohir, shove off and leave me free to entice the young maid's heart. I tell you, she has stolen mine and I am in love with her."
"Save your flowery speeches for the maids, Elladan, for I know your mind as well as my own. She is nothing more to you than a warm body to mewl and writhe in your bower. I say that tis I who love the chit and would win this wager because my purpose is pure."
It was Elladan's turn to snort.
They stood and glared again for many long moments.
"It seems that we are at an impasse," Elladan spoke breaking the silence of the deserted hallway.
"What do suggest, dearest Brother?" Elrohir sighed.
"We could be honorable."
Elrohir regarded his brother with renewed interest. "This is a new development. You must be infatuated with her if you wish to lay our petitions before her and allow her the choice. What if she chooses neither of us?"
Elladan looked aghast. "I had not thought of that. Do you have a better solution? Preferably one that leaves our egos intact and not shredded before the whole of our father's household!"
Elrohir smiled. "Tis simple. We do what we do best! We work in unison and sample her favors together."
Elladan grinned broadly at his mischievous twin. "I do not believe that is what our dear Mother had in mind when she told us that we must share our toys."
Elrohir laughed loudly as the dinner bell sounded in the distance. "We can debate that idea later, Brother. Come, tis time for the hunt and I do not wish to lose our prey to another with a tongue more glib than ours."
"I had not realized that Haldir was in residence this eve," Elladan chuckled as they hurried towards the Hall of Fire.
~*~*~*~
Túre had found a nice quiet corner to settle in away from the crowd of Elves milling about the hall, talking, singing, and laughing. She had been a member of Lord Elrond's household for six months now and still felt a bit shy and lonely. She missed her father, missed the other members of his wandering party, and most of all, she missed being surrounded by nature.
The Last Homely Home boasted resplendent gardens, but they paled in comparison to stretching out in a grassy glade surrounded by an ancient forest. She missed watched the stars as they sparkled like heavenly jewels against a black velvet background. She soon became lost in reverie, reliving happier times traveling the wilds with her father.
Elladan and Elrohir entered the hall and paused to find their query. They didn't see her, but caught sight of their sister moving to intercept them.
They both presented her with a courtly bow when she finally reached them, a look of disapproval on her face.
"Tis only one new maid who has not been deluded into participating in your nocturnal fumbling. I suggest that you both leave her be, for she is a sweet gentle soul."
Elladan gasped in mock shock. "Dear Sister, you wound me with your statement. I will have you know that there is nothing inept with about my technique. Surely, tis Elrohir of which yonder maids speak."
Elrohir snorted. "Nay, Brother, tis not I, for I leave the young maids well satisfied come the dawn."
"There you have it, sweet Arwen, tis not us the wagging tongues gossip about." Elladan sent his brother a wink.
Arwen was furious. "Leave her be or I will geld you both, Father be damned." She turned and stomped back over towards a gaggle of females, who were staring pointedly at the twins with longing looks upon their faces.
"Do you think we should heed her warning? She has never sought to dissuade us in the past," Elladan was suddenly serious.
"Relax, Brother. Tis a new game that she is playing, have you not noticed how she is acting more and more like Mother used to."
"I suppose you are correct." Elladan shook his head slightly as if to silence the warning bells that were chiming in his mind. "Shall we return to the business at hand?"
"Certainly, for I have discovered our quarry hiding in the shadows." Elrohir looked pointedly at the far corner, near the terrace exit to the garden.
The twins began to weave their way through the hall, exchanging salutations with old friends and fending off the more amorous advances of their former lovers. Contrary to Arwen's estimation of Imladris' fairer sex, for every broken-hearted spurned lover there were two more that would willingly return to the brothers' arms.
Túre drifted back from reverie as she sensed that she was no longer alone. Her focus shifted to find two identical Elves standing before her, smiling. She recognized them immediately. Even if she hadn't known that Lord Elrond had twin sons, she would have seen the resemblance between them and Arwen. She gained her feet quickly and then, curtseyed.
"My Lords."
Both twins took a moment to drink in her beauty. Like all members of the Firstborn, she was tall, slender and gracefully. Her dark hair swirled about her waist, as she stood tall once again. It was a perfect compliment to the deep wine-colored gown she wore.
Elladan was the quicker of the two twins, and gently grabbing her hand, he bowed over it before brushing the back of it lightly with his lips. "Tis I who bow to your beauty. I do not think my father's house has known such glory until you graced it with your presence."
Túre blushed.
Elrohir was not about to be outdone by his brother and he reached for her other hand. After bowing and kissing it in a similar fashion, he said, "I will not seek to find words to match your loveliness, for there are none that can compare."
Túre could feel the heat radiating off her face and knew that she must be scarlet to the very tips of her ears. Arwen had warned her repeatedly about her brothers and their unceasing pursuit of conquering every unmarried female Elf within 100 miles of Imladris. She was now aware that they had taken the art of courtly flattery to new levels. She gently removed her hands from theirs and folded them neatly before her.
"You flatter me with your kind words, my Lords. Surely, there are more beautiful maids than I, who would be more deserving of your regard."
The twins were struck dumb by her words. They were used to females giggling and falling all over themselves after receiving compliments not half as flowery as the ones they had bestowed upon this lovely girl.
"If you will excuse me, my Lords. The hall is a bit stuffy and I am overwrought with the events of the day. I beg that you forgive my rudeness, but I think I shall seek my quarters for some quiet solitude."
Túre slipped away before either twin could stop her.
"My dear Brother, I do believe that we have just been turned down," Elladan managed to stammer after recovering from his shock.
"I was jesting before when I said she might not choose either of us. This turn of events is a blemish on my perfect record."
"Well, you may run like a coward, but I for one am up to the challenge," Elladan said with new resolve.
Elrohir regarded his brother. "Think you that I am a coward? I, for one, am looking forward to battering down the chit's defenses to seek the sweet reward beyond."
Elladan stilled for a moment. "Brother, do you think she is a maid?"
"Unlikely. I see our sister's hand in this turn of events. She has now doubt poisoned the little dear with heinous tales of our past wrongdoings. Twill take little effort on our part to win her heart. Mark my words."
Elladan clapped his brother on the back. "Shall we retire then? No one will think it strange, since we have just returned from abroad."
Elrohir nodded his agreement.
They began making the rounds once again, begging leave because they were tired from their long journey.
~*~*~*~
Túre settled herself on the terrace that overlooked the gardens. The moon cast a silvery glow upon the landscape giving in an ethereal appearance. The heady scent of the night blooming Moonflower filled the air and Túre inhaled deeply, reminded of the secret glades where her people would pass the night. Aside from the haunting hoot of an owl and the low rumbling of a distant waterfall, the night was silent.
Túre cursed the two young Elves, who had sent her scurrying from the hall. Now was not the time for her to be alone, not when the pain of separation still weighed heavily upon her. Tears burned her eyes before sliding silently down her cheeks. Still fresh in her mind was the argument she and her father had the morning he had ridden forth from Imladris' gates, leaving her behind. She had wanted to go with him, but he had been insistent that she stay behind. It was too dangerous abroad, Orcs were become bolder and more frequent, and there were dark whispers of evil stirring in the west. So he left her in safety with Lord Elrond, while he went forth to gather the scattered remains of their people. He promised that they would not be separated long and that they would sail east, upon his return. She worried endlessly that he would not return, that some evil would befall him. He would be reborn upon the shores of Valinor, but how would she know?
She buried her face in her hands and sobbed quietly, wanting her father desperately. Her mother had passed so many decades before, not long after her birth and she had precious few memories of her. Túre's father was all she had left.
"Why do you weep?"
The softly spoken question startled Túre. She had been so lost in her misery; she never heard the speaker approach. She looked up to find the twins standing over her. She hastily wiped her face and stood.
"My Lords, does Lady Arwen require my presence?"
Elladan reached out to tuck as stray lock behind Túre's ear. Elrohir moved to stand next to her, prevent her from retreating into her room.
"You did not answer my question," Elrohir said.
"I… it is nothing, my Lord. I was just thinking of my father and it is an unimportant matter." Túre shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the close proximity of the two handsome Elves. "The Lady Arwen?"
"First, you will cease with the `my Lords'," Elladan said softly. "I am Elladan and my brother, Elrohir, stands at your side."
"Second, my brother and I only wish to spend some time in your company," Elrohir added.
"I am flattered with your attention, my Lo- Elrohir, and yours as well, Elladan, but I must be blunt. I have no wish to spend this night or any other with either of you, for come the morning, you will no longer find me the most beautiful maid you both profess that I am this night."
The twins may have been rogues, but they were not without tender hearts. Her sorrow touched them and neither could have been persuaded to leave her. All of their lives, each had the uncanny ability to know what the other was thinking and feeling. They often acted in complete harmony without any previous discussion. Now was one of those times.
Elrohir sidestepped behind Túre and wrapped his arms about her in a comforting gesture, his body pressed against her backside. Elladan closed the distance between them and reached up with his hands to cup her face.
"I will not lie you, Túre. It was our intention to seduce you this night, but now our purpose has changed. You are in need of comfort, for we can read the deep sorrow in your eyes and cannot leave you to grief that resides in your heart." Elrohir whispered into her ear.
Túre shivered as his warm breath fluttered lightly across her ear. She felt warm and… antsy, longing for some unknown thing. Her heart desperately wanted to feel loved and cherished, while her mind screamed that no good could come from their presence.
She opened her mouth to once again protest, but was silenced by Elladan's lips upon her, his tongue sweeping in to rub hers. She shuddered as Elrohir's lips lightly grazed the outer edge of her ear.
Elrohir ran a tongue along the delicate tip and heard her muffled glances. He pulled her hair to the side and began to nibble at her neck, sucking and teasing the soft skin.
Túre was overwhelmed by Elladan's kiss, his tongue was stroking and teasing her, demanding a response. She slid hers along his and was rewarded for her efforts by a low moan.
Elrohir realized that they risked taking her on the terrace for any to see and ceased his playful nips. "We should retire within or the whole of Imladris will know what we are about."
Elladan broke the kiss and looked at Túre. Her dove gray eyes were dark and glassy with passion. Her pink lips were slightly swollen from his kisses and he resisted the urge to feast upon them once again. He knew that Elrohir was correct.
Túre allowed them to lead her into her chamber before she came to her senses. She couldn't believe that they had shaken her resolve so quickly or so thoroughly. She had to get control of the situation and her traitorous body, which was even now shaking with the promise of their touch. "Nay, I cannot do this. I am seeking a bonding and marriage, not an evening of lusty pleasures. Please, I beseech you, leave me to my sorrow in peace."
Elrohir gently massaged her shoulders, seeking to work some of the tension from them. "What you ask, neither of us can give. How can you choose between us? How can you ask my brother and I to part when we are bound by the very circumstances of our birth?"
Túre opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, having no answer to his query.
"We can only give you this night," Elladan whispered. He ran his fingers down the neckline of her gown to the tiny buttons that closed its front. "In the end, you shall find happiness and marriage some day, but we shall be eternally alone. Will you give us one memory to sustain us?"
Túre was suddenly very aware of what it must be like to never be wholly an individual, to be constantly compared to another or referred to as part of a pair. She saw their notorious exploits as nothing more than them seeking moments of togetherness to hold them during the long, lonely nights. "Yes, though it shall cost me dearly, I think."
Elladan kissed her again as his fingers deftly began to undo the buttons of her gown.
Elrohir released her and quickly stripped off his clothing. By time he was finished, Elladan had the shoulders of Túre's gown pushed down around elbows, revealing glimpses of pale skin peeking out between strands of dark hair. He brushed her hair aside to place butterfly kisses along her shoulder blade, his hands slipping around her sides to cup her pert breasts.
Túre moaned against Elladan's lips as Elrohir's hands caressed her breasts, gently rubbing her nipples. She was torn between leaning back against Elrohir or leaning forward into Elladan's kisses.
It was Elladan who decided as he broke the kiss and pulled away from her. He pulled the sleeves of her gown from her arms and the worked the soft material over her hips. It fluttered down to pool at her feet.
Elrohir turned Túre in his arms and was surprised when she crossed her arms to cover her naked body. It struck him that Elladan had been correct in his assumption; their delicate lover was a maid untouched. He stroked her cheek gently before kissing her, distracting her from her embarrassment.
Túre didn't resist as Elrohir moved her arms and pulled her against him. His kiss was different than Elladan's, harder more dominating. She could feel his erection pressing into her abdomen and then, Elladan returned pressing himself against her backside.
Elrohir's lips left Túre's as he kissed and nipped along her jaw. His eyes sought Elladan's and a silent message passed between them.
Elladan slid his hand down Túre's arm till he enclosed her tiny hand with his. He pulled her towards the bed. He got on the bed, stretching out his lean body upon the soft comforter. He motioned for Túre to join him and she did, Elrohir slipped onto the bed behind her.
Túre trembled as lips and fingers attacked her fevered flesh from both sides of her body. Twin head dipped to her breasts and she gasped as they each enveloped a nipple with their mouths. She arched up against them with her hands twined in their hair, seeking more contact.
Elladan let his fingers drift down to the soft mound of curls nestled between her legs. He slipped a finger past her wet folds and gently probed her entrance, feeling the taut skin stretched across it. He released her nipple and slid down her body, licking and nibbling at sensitive skin along the way.
Elrohir let the hard bud he was suckling slip from his mouth and began to kiss her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave little strawberry marks. He worked his way up her slender neck and finally, to her ear. His hands busy stroking her breasts, teasing her.
Túre whimpered as her body was hit with sensation after sensation. The twins were masters of their craft and left no part of her untouched. She arched her hips towards Elladan as he placed her knees over his shoulders, holding her bottom with his hands, while he licked and nipped the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Elrohir captured her groans as Elladan began to feast upon her center. She was bucking wildly now, her body oversensitive from all the foreplay. His thumbs circled her nipples slowly. He kissed her face, surprised to find that she was crying. Perhaps, they should slow down; it looked to be more than she could take.
Túre looked up at Elrohir and saw his indecision. "Nay, do not stop! I could not bear it if you stopped now." She managed to gasp, as Elladan's talented tongue robbed her of air. She slid a hand down Elrohir's sweat covered chest and wrapped it tentatively around his erection, unsure if he would find it pleasing or not.
Elrohir sat up and moved closer so that she could move easier. He wrapped his hand around hers and began to move in up and down his shaft. "Yes. That is it."
Elladan watched his brother's face as Túre touched him. He suddenly was overcome with the desire to see Elrohir's face when he reached his peak. He knew it would be like looking in a mirror. He slipped a long, finger past Túre's barrier and began to stretch her.
A gasp escaped Túre as she felt Elladan slip a finger inside of her; she tensed automatically at the invasion.
"Easy, love. Relax, I need to make you ready," Elladan murmur against her thigh before biting it to distract her.
Túre forced herself to relax as a second finger joined the assault. She concentrated on the hard, warm flesh quivering in her hand. Elrohir was looking down on her, dark hair falling over his shoulder. His gray eyes smoldered with passion and he leaned over and kissed her soundly, his tongue mimicking Elladan's fingers.
Elladan began to nuzzle at the tiny nub at Túre's center. He could feel her muscles clenching and quaking around his fingers as spread them. Then, she stiffened and her muffled cry rent the air as her body convulsed. He hooked his fingers and pulled back, ripping through the barrier of her innocence.
Túre released her hold on Elrohir and gripped the comforter beneath her with both fist as white-hot pleasure tore through her. She was vaguely aware of a moment of pain, but it was soon forgotten amid the ecstasy of her orgasm.
Elladan removed his now slick fingers and motioned for Elrohir to distract her.
Sensing what his brother was about, he pulled Túre to her knees and turned her to face him. He placed her hand back around his shaft before wrapping his arms around her. He buried his hands in her hair, marveling at its softness.
Túre bucked forward as she felt moist fingers probing her rear entrance. "No," she whimpered, suddenly afraid after the afterglow of her orgasm had passed.
"All will be well, sweet Túre," Elrohir murmur against her ear. He pulled her earlobe into his mouth grazing it with his teeth. Reaching down with one of his hands, he began to slowly rub her clit, distracting her even more from Elladan's probing.
Elladan slowly circled the puckered opening with his fingers. He was pushed aside his own need and concentrated on gentling Túre, getting her relaxed enough to allow him entrance.
Túre rubbed her fingers lightly over Elrohir's cock. She marveled at how something so rigid could feel so soft. She captured a bit of moisture on her finger from the tiny slit and pulled back slightly to bring her finger to her tongue.
Elrohir groaned as he saw her tongue slip from between her lips to lick the bead of pre-cum from her finger. It was so innocent and erotic at the same time. He didn't know if he could last much longer. He had to admit that Elladan was the more patient of the two.
Túre was so caught up in her discovery and Elrohir's talented fingers that she relaxed enough for Elladan to breech the twin rings.
She was close to tears from Elladan's uncomfortable probing, but she forced herself to relax as Elrohir whispered sweet promises of ecstasy to her.
"Hurry, Elladan," Elrohir groaned as her cry acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on his heighten senses. His penis had jumped in response and was weeping heavily.
"Almost," Elladan replied through gritted teeth. He stretched her as quickly as he dared before removing his fingers. He switched hands and collected more moisture from her slick folds and coated his cock, mixing it with his own pre-cum.
Túre suddenly found herself pressed between two warm bodies, twin erections poised at her twin entrances. Elrohir kissed her, his tongue plunging in her mouth as he pressed upwards. Elladan's hands on her hips gently massaging them while his tongue and teeth teased the highly sensitive point of her ear. She started to panic as twin sensations of pressure blossomed into pain. It was all too much; she could feel them both, as they pressed deeper and deeper.
"By the Valar, Elladan, I can feel you."
"I know, Brother, and I, you. Such bliss to be connected in this way, thank you, sweet Túre, for this gift," Elladan whispered in his lover's ear.
Túre's protest died on her lips. She knew what it was to feel lost and alone, cut off from close kin. She would suffer for them. She clung to Elrohir's shoulders and took pleasure in his kisses.
Ever the more sensitive of the twins, Elladan slid one of his hands between Elrohir and Túre. He began to rub her clit, seeking to bring her a respite from the pain she felt.
After a few false starts, the brothers found a rhythm that pleased all three of them. They continued to rain kisses and caresses upon Túre.
Túre was surprised when the pain began to dissipate and a more pleasant pressure filled her body. She had never felt safer than enclosed between her two lovers. It tore at her heart to know she would never have this feeling again. She began to weep; unable to control the intense emotions the joining was provoking in her.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged a glances, each know that they could never leave Túre for another.
"No tears, Túre," Elrohir whispered hoarsely.
"Your heart is safe with us, if it is your will to bind to us both," Elladan panted, reaching the limit of his endurance.
Túre made no reply. She was not fool enough to believe words spoken in the heat of passion. The now familiar pressure was back and building, more quickly than the last time. She heard Elladan give a shout and felt him spasm inside of her, she gave herself over to the blinding heat and joined him in the stars. His attention riveted to his brother's face wanting to see him reach his peak.
Elrohir thought he would die as he felt Túre's tight channel constrict around him, he thrust once more and spilt his seed deep within her.
The three lovers collapsed on the bed in an intertwined heap, unable to do more than gasp for air. Elrohir recovered first and retrieved the small basin of water from across the room, along with several washcloths and a towel. He gently cleaned Túre, then himself, before passing a clean, wet cloth to Elladan. He returned the basin filled now with the soiled clothes to its stand and returned to the bed.
Túre was gently cushioned between them; they continued to stroke her hair, murmuring endearments and promises of love.
"Why do you persist with your false promises and sweets words," Túre said bitterly. "You will not remember my name, I wager, given a few weeks."
"Then you will not have us?" Elrohir asked, suddenly feeling a painful tightening in his chest. It scared him this new feeling, he had never felt it before. One look at Elladan's stricken face told him that he was suffering from the same malady.
"What?" Túre said, suddenly confused. "I gave myself to you. Is that not what you wanted?"
"Nay, Túre. We would have you and no other," Elladan said in a trembling voice. The cocky Elf of a few hours earlier was gone.
"If you will take us both," Elrohir added.
"Do you mean it?" Túre wondered if this was some twisted joke.
"I would pledge myself as your lifemate," Elladan swore reverently. "If you will pledge yourself to me and my brother."
"Aye, Túre. The same with me," Elrohir said before kissing her softly on the cheek.
Túre felt like she was in some strange dream. "But can it be done?"
"Our father will find a way, Túre. Trust in that, if for no other reason than to see us settled." Elladan reassured her with a small laugh.
"Then I will have you both," Túre said shyly.
"Then it is settled," Elrohir sighed, snuggling closer to her side.
Elladan yawned, and then said, "We shall speak to Father on the morrow. Rest now, Túre." And he also moved closer.
Túre was too exhausted to contemplate it any further and allowed herself to slip into reverie.
~*~*~*~
Elrond had not been surprised by the three young Elves' request. He had long ago considered that the twins might choose this option.
Arwen was furious. She considered the whole affair highly inappropriate, but the twins were relatively sure that her displeasure stemmed more from the fact that they had not heeded her warning.
Gildor was delighted to have his daughter joined to the line of Elrond.
Túre spent many lonely months while her husbands were off hunting Orcs, but many glorious nights when they were home.
The End.
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