Title: Time will tell
Author: Nightley
Author's Email: nicmaullin55@hotmail.com
Pairings: Elladan / Erestor
Rating: NC17
Summary: Admit how you feel, you might be surprised (or even shocked) 
at what might happen.
Warning: strong language, strong threats of castration.
Author’s Notes: Not much to say really. Decided I like these two together 
as much as I like Erestor and Glorfindel, although I like Erestor and 
Legolas too. …sigh… I just can’t get away from Erestor, not that I care! 
Hope you like and if you didn’t read the warning I suggest you do before 
going on. Mistakes mine, FB welcome. Oh, elves not mine either.

// denotes flashback/memories //


****
Elladan sat on the bench enjoying the sunshine filtering through the trees. 
The weather had been so pleasant of late that even the stone beneath him 
was warm against his butt. The day seemed almost magical bathed in 
golden light.
Tipping his head back he could hear his father in his study. He frowned 
slightly at the sense of agitation he could hear in his fathers’ voice. Hoping 
nothing was wrong a smile blazed on his face as he listened further and 
heard the soothing tones of his lover.
Only Erestor could keep calm in the face of a possible temper tantrum of 
Elrond’s.
Life had never been better since Erestor and he had finally stopped 
dancing around each other and admitted their feelings. They had both been 
too afraid of rejection and of what the rest of Rivendell would say. 
Although not unheard of, same-sex relationships weren’t common.
Elladan’s worst time was telling Elrohir. They had waited several weeks, 
to spend time getting used to the fact the other felt the same, and then 
decided that Elladan would tell his brother before they both told his father. 
He had honestly thought that telling his father would be worse, how wrong 
he had been.
//‘What! You mean to say that you do that with Erestor!’ Elrohir spat at 
his brother. ‘You let him stick his cock in your arse’
‘No… I mean yes, if you want to be that crass about it. But I love him and 
he loves me. We don’t just fuck, we make love’ Elladan got angry, wiping 
the last of the tears that had fallen off his face.
‘Oh it’s so clear now’ Elrohir stalked close to his brother. Leaning in so 
their faces were inches apart he whispered; ‘You take his thick heavy cock 
into your hot tight little arse and as he fucks you, you both whisper words 
of endearment. That makes it all Ok? If I stuck my cock in you while 
telling you I loved you, you’d take that, would you?’
Elladan jerked back as if struck.
‘Actually, brother, if you tried that, I cut it off for you and stick it in your 
own arse’ Elladan spun around and walked off, leaving Elrohir with his 
fist clenched in anger.//
Elladan still winched at the memory, so did Elrohir whenever someone 
asked how he had taken it when Elladan had told him of his and Erestor’s 
relationship. 
The brothers had long ago reconciled but Elrohir never liked being 
reminded of how he had acted when Elladan had confided his love. He, 
himself, had found love with an elf maid from Lórien, and although he 
still didn’t feel comfortable about his brothers sex life, he had come to 
understand the depth of feelings that Erestor and Elladan shared. 
Elrond had been a picnic compared…
//’You know what you’re giving up going into this relationship?’ Elrond 
looked at Elladan with a look of fatherly concern.
‘I’m not giving up anything Ada’ Elladan squeezed Erestor’s hand gently. 
‘I’m gaining everything’
‘We are sorry if you feel that this isn’t right’ Erestor said softly to the 
Lord of Rivendell and his dearest friend. ‘But I can’t, and I’m sorry to say 
won’t, give up my feelings for Elladan’
‘I feel the same’ Elladan chimed in.
Elrond smiled. ‘I don’t want you to give up your feeling for each other. 
You are both very special to me’ he chuckled. ‘But Erestor, you may be 
my dearest friend; but if you hurt Elladan, you will answer to me’//
Elladan chuckled. So far Erestor had done nothing to hurt him, except 
maybe take him a little too vigorously; leaving him rather sore in the 
morning. But Elladan gave as good as he got and knew that on more then 
one occasion Erestor had spent the day politely declining to sit.
Through the past fifty years their relationship had just become stronger 
and stronger, they could tell what the other was thinking by just looking. 
At times it seemed that something magic had happened to bring them 
together. 
After that night a few months ago, Elladan knew it had to have been 
magic. The passion they had shared together had been mind-blowing and 
explosive. And the changes in their relationship after that only brought 
them closer.
“Pen-neth?” A soft voice called from behind him, causing Elladan to shift 
suddenly on the seat, bringing around the realization that his butt was now 
numb from sitting too long.
Glancing around he realised twilight had fallen as he could just barely 
make out Erestor standing on the path a few feet away. He grinned at the 
older elf, standing to make his way over.
“You can’t call me that for much longer” Elladan reminded Erestor, 
placing a hand on his expanding waistline.
“No indeed” Erestor chuckled, drawing Elladan into his embrace. “I guess 
in 8 months we will all have to suffice in calling our child ‘little one’ 
instead, hmmm?”
Elladan just held the father of his child close. Magical.