Title & Chapter Number: Razor's Edge Trilogy 4: Epilogue 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Hith a Naur
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Warnings: Slash, Twincest
Betas: Silvara, the most patient beta in existence
Cast: Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Thranduil/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Celeborn/Haldir, Rumil/Melpomaen, Orophin/Gildor
Timeline: Valinor
Spoilers: None
Summary: Thranduil's home is invaded.
Notes: Well, this is the end of our story dealing with Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, and Thranduil. I hope everyone enjoyed their story. "Time Until the End of Time" is not complete, though. "Before the Dawn" tells the story of Celeborn and Haldir and should follow this arc soon. I sincerely hope this was enjoyed by the readers and much as I have enjoyed writing it. ^^ Thank you to Silvara, Erik, Morgana and Ilye.
"No! Absolutely not, Elrond!" Thranduil was throwing one of his silly tantrums and Elrond just brushed it off as he made the last bed.
"This place is far too large for just us, meleth-nin, and I do not foresee us having any children together other than the three we already have. So, it makes perfect sense to share our home and love with those we consider family." He smoothed the last crease out of the coverlet and exited the room that Haldir and Celeborn would soon occupy.
"We have not had much time to ourselves, seron vell, I wanted at least a decade of you all to myself!" Shortly after the boat had docked, Elladan and Elrohir had come to live in Thranduil's home, since that was where their father resided.
Elrond tsked him, shaking his head. "Come now, Thranduil. You cannot be so selfish!"
"Selfish?!"
"Aye. Now, help me open the windows to Rumil's and Melpomaen's rooms..."
"Do you not find it odd, Elrond? My previous lover... Erestor's previous lover... all of living here like a huge family?"
"Your sexual relations cease to mean anything. Melpomaen is quite happy with Rumil, and you," he smirked, leaning into his lover and stealing kiss while running his hands over the firm flesh of Thranduil's backside, "have no cause for complaint."
Thranduil closed his eyes and sighed. "I can deny you nothing."
Elrond laughed. "No, you can't. Open those windows, they will be here any minute!"
As soon as Thranduil threw open the last window there was a call from the ground floor.
"Ada?"
Thranduil couldn't keep a smile from his lips. His son's voice was full of life and laughter; the Mirkwood King could not have wished for a more perfect life.
Well, yes he could. He could wish that he had Elrond all to himself.
Elladan called up next. "Ada? Thranduil?"
Elrond led Thranduil down the stairway and entered the main room. The eleven companions stood in the large space, chatting quietly between them. Elrond's heart swelled at having the people he loved the most closest to him and happy. All their belongings had been brought days ago, now it was official. They were a family.
Celeborn looked around and smiled. "Who would have thought that the Lords of Imladris, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood would one day blissfully share a home together in Valinor?"
Elladan picked up a piece of paper from the table and looked curiously at the note written on it. "Apparently, your wife did, Lord Celeborn," Elladan quipped, using his grandfather's formal tital, smirking as he began the letter from his grandmother. "She's left you this note. My dear Lord," he read, "I wish you all the happiness in your new home. Only keep in mind that I will no longer be near to pick up after you, so please remember not to leave your towels on the floor of the bathing chambers."
The Peredhel began to laugh uncontrollably, so much that he could not read the next line. Legolas walked over, curious, and read over the twin's shoulder. His face broke out into an infectious grin, and he managed to read the final statement before bursting into giggles.
"I fear that Lord Thranduil may do you a disservice if you should forget."
The Mirkwood King's ears turned scarlet as the room erupted in laughter around him. Elrond patted him on the back in consolation, but even he was not immune to the mirth and was soon chuckling as well.
Thranduil rolled his eyes and turned around, walking back up the stairs. Halfway up, he looked over his shoulder. "To the lowest depths of Morgoth's Fires with all of you," he cursed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He rushed up the stairs and around the corner without another word.
~*~*~*~
Legolas entered the room from their bathing chamber, his hair damp and his skin glowing from the good scrubbing he had given himself. His crimson sleeping robe whispered softly as he approached the hearth and knelt before Elrohir, who brandished a silver comb. The younger Peredhel smiled softly at him and began to untangle the blond tresses while Elladan turned down the bed.
The Prince's heart leapt in his chest. They had slowly rebuilt their relationship, but they had not yet shared a bed. Kisses and soft touches were all they had exchanged, but Legolas felt more secure in his place in their lives than he had ever in the past. Words of love were given and eagerly consumed by the blond Elf. Elrohir's hands moved through his thick hair easily, relaxing the tense figure between his knees, and he swiftly braided the golden mass.
"There. All done." Legolas turned his head to smile up at the Half-Elf, tilting his head when Elrohir's lips captured his.
"Hannen lle, saelbeth," he whispered.
"I am anything but wise, seron vell, but I appreciate the compliment. Now, we are all bathed and ready for bed. Ada and Thranduil still have the guest rooms downstairs if you are not sure about this, Legolas." Elrohir watched the play of emotions pass over his lover's face before Legolas turned determined eyes on the older Elf.
"No, I am sure. I have missed you both so much, and this is right; I am ready." Legolas fluidly stood and approached the large bed where Elladan stood, the older Peredhel smiling softly at the Prince. "Melin lle, Elladan," he breathed as his lips met Elladan's.
Elladan quickly took control of the embrace, moving his hands to either side of the Sinda's head and deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into the warmth of Legolas' mouth. His lips curved into a triumphant smirk when Legolas let out a whimper and his body became pliant against his. The slender, pale arms wrapped around Elladan's waist, and Elladan could not help but groan when he felt Elrohir press himself against his back.
Legolas broke the kiss, pulling away only inches from Elladan's flushed face. He gasped for breath, but before his breathing could return to a normal pace, Elrohir's hand snaked over his brother's shoulder and found its way behind Legolas' head, pulling the blonde into a heated kiss. Elrohir slid his tongue against Legolas' and then retreated back into his own mouth, forcing Legolas to come after him and demanding Legolas dictate the kiss.
The Sinda happily complied, plundering the younger twin's mouth while moving his body suggestively against the elder. Elladan hissed as his growing arousal was brushed by Legolas' thigh and he turned his head to latch onto the pale neck left exposed while the Prince ravished his brother's mouth. Legolas' moan was swallowed by Elrohir's mouth when Elladan bit at the smooth throat, marking the Prince as his once more.
The three lovers broke away from one another, panting with need. It had been far too long. Elrohir moved slowly to stand behind the Sinda while Elladan began to undo the buttons on the sleeping robe Legolas wore. Elrohir watched as alabaster skin was slowly revealed and lowered his mouth to the other side of Legolas' neck, pulling gently on the thick rope of golden hair to expose as much skin as possible. He took his time sucking and licking at the flesh, leaving his own dark mark on their lover.
"Ernilem," the younger twin whispered hotly and possessively against the Sinda's ear.
Legolas closed his eyes as a shiver ran down his spine. "Ernilech," came the breathless reply. The blond Elf slowly opened his eyes and looked down where the elder twin knelt, encouraging the Prince to step up and out of the robe that had slithered down his body while Elrohir had been claiming him.
As soon as he had stepped clear of the fabric, Elrohir had him pinned to the soft mattress. Legolas let out a small chuckle and wrapped his arms around Elrohir, spreading his legs shamelessly in a plea for closer contact. "And when did you lose your robe, meleth?"
Elrohir smirked and leaned down to kiss the Prince's bruised lips tenderly and then pulled back to answer him. "Magic, Ernilen."
Elladan laughed from behind Legolas and the Elf felt the bed depress near the crown of his head. "Magic, indeed," said the Half-Elf.
Legolas tilted his head back and took in the magnificent bare form of his lover. He was about to comment on Elladan's beauty, but all that came out was a choked groan as Elrohir moved against him, the Peredhel's desire brushing against his own, creating delicious friction.
Elrohir smiled up at the passion glazed cerulean eyes and made his way purposefully down the archer's body. He left a wet trail down the toned muscles, tasting his lover slowly, savoring the warmth and movement of the body beneath him. When he came to rest above his partner's desire, he gave a wicked grin to his brother who watched him with intense heat radiating from his stormy eyes. Elrohir extended his pink tongue and lapped gently at the clear liquid that had welled in the slit of Legolas' erection.
Legolas hissed, bucking his hips sharply, begging for more. "Elrohir... melethron... iquista..." he whimpered.
The Half-Elf nodded slightly and leaned down to take the dark head of the Prince's shaft into this moist mouth and sucked lightly, feeling his own need throb and demand satisfaction. He pushed aside his personal desires and opened his mouth more fully and drew the Prince into his throat, relishing his taste and feel once more between his lips.
The Sinda thrashed his head from side to side for a few moments before he came to his senses slightly and took notice of Elladan's hard length bobbing above his head. Legolas thought for a moment and decided on his course of action. While Elrohir plunged down on him again, Legolas reached up and took Elladan in his hand. The surprised yelp let him know he had accomplished his goal and he firmly, but gently, pulled Elladan's stiffened rod to his mouth.
Elladan lowered himself so he straddled Legolas' head, letting his head rest on the heaving stomach of the Prince. He let out a low, deep moan and raised his eyes to meet the lust-darkened gaze of his twin. The elder son of Elrond felt his cock twitch at the dual sight of Legolas' arousal disappearing and reappearing as Elrohir bobbed up and down on it and his brother's hand on his own desire, stroking himself slowly.
The Half-Elf could take very little more, feeling his release blooming in him. "Legolas," he choked out. "Stop, melethen, or I will be undone before I am ready..." Legolas released Elladan and nodded, panting and writhing under the onslaught of Elrohir's mouth. Elladan felt the muscles of the Prince's stomach quiver and tense and he placed his hand on his twin's head. "Cease, gwanunig. We have all night."
Elrohir let Legolas' shaft slip from his mouth, his lips glistening and full in the low light. "Aye, caulen, we do."
Elladan repositioned himself, placing his lips to Legolas' pointed ear. "I want to take you, ernilen. Will you allow me to?" His tongue flicked out and ran along the outside of the flushed ear tip. He received a long, drawn out moan and gave a slight nod of ascension. Elladan smiled to himself and looked up to his brother. "Gwanunig, I am sorry, but you will have to remove yourself from those beautiful thighs so I may please ernilem."
The younger Peredhel laughed quietly and moved to lay next to his lover. Elrohir was about to begin to stroke himself once more, but Legolas batted his hands away. "I have an idea," he said, his eyes flashing indigo. The twins perked up, knowing how inventive their lover could be when he set his mind to it. Legolas turned on his side and motioned for Elladan to lay behind him. "Take me this way, meleth," he explained and then turned to Elrohir. "You, scoot up here so I may pleasure you with my mouth and you can do the same to me." He grinned between the two twins. "That way no one is left behind."
The twins moved in unison, moving into position as the Prince had demanded. Elladan reached over to the night table and rummaged in the drawer, retrieving the tin container from within. He opened the pot and dipped his fingers into the soft, slick substance and came back to rest behind the Sinda. Legolas had already taken Elrohir into his mouth and Elladan let out a stifled groan. "So beautiful, both of you," he said and brought his finger to the exposed opening to his lover's body.
Just as he breached the tight ring of muscle, Elrohir took their Prince's desire back into his mouth, sucking hard as he moved up and down on the shaft. Legolas moaned, sending slight vibrations up Elrohir's inflamed flesh and pushed back onto the digit impaling him. After a few moments, Elladan withdrew the finger and returned with two fingers, thick with the oily substance.
As he was carefully prepared, Legolas switched between his mouth and his hand, pleasuring Elrohir slowly, never allowing him to reach his peak. His eyes finally closed in surrender, his hips thrusting of their own accord between the wet heat of Elrohir's mouth and the three fingers buried deep within him. "Iquista, Elladan..." he whispered before engulfing Elrohir again.
Elladan was happy to oblige. His fingers returned to the tin and he coated his length liberally and lay behind the squirming Prince. He lifted Legolas' leg and brought it to rest over his thigh. He took himself in hand and pushed himself slowly and in one fluid movement into the velvet sheath of Legolas' body. He cried out at the tightness at the same time as Legolas let out his own cry of pleasure.
The Mirkwood Prince shifted uncomfortably while Elladan remained still, allowing his body to become accustomed to the intrusion. Elrohir redoubled his efforts, drawing Legolas' attention away from the feeling of impossible fullness and the Elf relaxed into the intimate touch.
The elder twin felt the muscles relax and he flexed his hips slightly. Legolas groaned and moved back to meet the gentle thrust and Elladan was encouraged. He set a languid pace, taking the Prince thoroughly and deeply.
Elrohir pulled his sore mouth from Legolas' cock and began stroking the slick member with his hand. He panted as his body began to tense and he knew his climax was at hand. He managed to gasp out, "Legolas!" but the archer paid no heed. Legolas drew him impossibly deep in his throat and swallowed. Elladan could not hold back any longer and cried out his passion as he spilled himself down the Mirkwood Elf's throat.
Elladan shuddered when his brother came, his movements becoming more erratic as his release swept up on him. Elrohir, having caught his breath, impaled his mouth on his lover's staff with renewed determination.
Legolas turned his head, Elrohir's essence still on his tongue, and drew Elladan into a breathless kiss. Within moments, the two lovers cried into one another's mouth, Elrohir swallowing Legolas' seed and Elladan filling Legolas.
Their cries died down and heartbeats slowed. With heavy eyes, Legolas look from Elladan to Elrohir. "I think I am ready to sleep now," he said.
Elrohir chuckled and the three lovers shifted in bed. Legolas slipped under the warm bedcovers, snuggling back into the firm body of Elrohir who spooned behind him. Elladan snuffed the candle by the bedside and cuddled down facing his twin and Legolas, allowing one arm to drape over both of their hips.
Elrohir leaned over and kissed Elladan sweetly on the lips, then bestowed one on Legolas' temple. "Melin lle, Legolas... Elladan..."
"Melin lle, Elrohir... Elladan..." came the sleepy response from the still blond Elf.
Elladan chuckled softly, brushing a stray gold tress aside. "Melin lle, melethryn."
~*~*~*~
Erestor stood on the veranda with his arms crossed. He had been unable to sleep, feeling too excited and content to rest. Glorfindel had slipped into dreams quickly, so Erestor had pulled on his sleeping robe and stolen downstairs and out into the cool night. The house was full, and Erestor felt a peace he had never known. All the strife he had lived through made this moment of happiness worth it.
He was about to go back inside, perhaps fix himself a cup of tea with some sleeping herbs in it, when he saw a figure make its way up the winding path to the house. He froze, recognizing the luminous blue eyes that saw into the deepest, darkest recesses of his soul. Manwë had returned. He smiled at the Vala as he came closer and bowed his head in respect.
"My Lord."
Manwë sighed heavily. "Erestor, we are far beyond such formality." He extended his arm, offering the Councilor a large box. "For you. A gift, from me."
Erestor blushed brightly as he accepted the box. "There was no need..."
A smile surfaced on the ageless face. "Open it."
Erestor seated himself on the front stairs, resting the item in his lap. He looked once more up at the Vala and the slowly opened the box. His breath caught in his throat and his lips made a soundless, 'oh'. Erestor lifted the helm from its resting place and Manwë slipped the box from the Elf's lap as he sat next to the Noldo.
"My helm from Gondolin..." he whispered. "But, it's not quite right." The sharp spike that used to rest on the top was missing. He also noted the mithril laurel leaves that had been added around it. He looked at Manwë with a confused expression.
"I wanted to give you something that would show that Ecthelion and Erestor can co-exist. Your helm, what made your victory possible, representing the past warrior you were. The crown of laurel leaves reflects who you have become: Erestor, the scholar, the strategist, the trusted Councilor." Manwë smiled at Erestor, seeing the tears shimmer in the dark-haired Elf's eyes.
Erestor finally found his voice and put the helm in his lap, turning slightly and impulsively embracing the Ainu. "Thank you," he said quietly, a few tears managing to fall. "Thank you for everything."
Manwë pulled back and brushed a strand of hair from Erestor's face. "I told you before, hênen, you always struck a chord in me. Your happiness brings me a sense of satisfaction and it pleases me."
The Councilor shifted uneasily. Manwë had held him before, had even kissed him. Did the Vala have designs on him? He was pulled from his thoughts when the figure in his arms laughed.
"No, Erestor, I do not desire you in that sense. I have a wife, if you were not aware, and she would not appreciate me dallying with you." The Vala smiled wickedly at the Elf. "Even if I would enjoy it immensely." The blush that crept over Erestor's features was endearing and Manwë leaned in and planted a kiss on the trembling lips. "Now, I am going to go home, and you are going to crawl into your warm bed and hold your beloved."
Erestor let go of Manwë and stood up with him, laughing at his silly reaction. He was honored the Vala thought of him so highly. "Thank you, Manwë. This is... most appreciated."
The Ainu nodded and brushed away a last tear. "Goodnight, Erestor."
"Goodnight, Manwë." He gave him one last smile and entered his home, closing the door quietly and stealing upstairs.
~*~*~*~
*Elvish/English translations:
*Hênen : My Child
*Ernilem : Our Prince
*Ernilech : Your Prince
*Ernilen : My Prince
*Melin lle : I love you
*Hannen lle : I thank you
*Seron vell : Dear lover (beloved)
*Melethen : My love
*Iquista : Please (Quenya)
*Caulen : My affliction~*~*~*~
End "Razor's Edge"
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