Title: The Year to Grow (1/?) 
Author: Rúmil     RumilsArrow@mindless.com 
Pairing(s): Rúmil \ Elladan 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: On the brink of his body's awakening and having low self-esteem about his 
nose, Rúmil wonders if anyone will ever love him. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them.  I'm just using them in my sick twisted little games! 
Authors Note:  This is FF, so I've created my own little world for them.  Just follow 
along!  This is my first ever fic and I'm not on native turf, so feedback is very welcome.  
Especially bad because it will help me improve.  This takes place before Arwen was 
born.  So the twins in this story are about 75, Haldir is 260, Orophin is 130, and Rúmil is 
55 years of age.

Part 1~ Indecent Arrival

Rivendell was beautiful, Rúmil mused to himself as the splendor of the city came into full 
view.  He should have been happy to enter the city just as his brothers Orophin and 
Haldir were.  But he wasn't.

He was miserable.  He was on the brink of his majority and the "awakening" process in 
his body had started only a week before.  It was the day of his first ever erection that 
Haldir had bombarded him in his room to tell him that he and his brothers were to go to 
Rivendell on duty for the Lord and the Lady.  Fortunately, Rúmil was in bed, with his 
legs propped up and a cover draped over them.  Haldir thought he was hot from the blush 
on his cheeks.  He convinced his brother that he was fine and managed to get him to 
leave.

He knew he should have gotten up and packed, but he was to tired to do anything but lie 
there and stare at his crotch.  He didn't know what to do with the surprisingly large 
distraction between his legs, so he rolled over and slept on the matter hoping it would go 
away.


Faceless people were caressing his body.  Countless numbers of hands roamed his body, 
tantalizing his skin.  A hand brushed over his nipple and he let out a suppressed moan.  
They touched him everywhere but his burning need.  Then, the touching stopped.  A 
ragged cry left his lips but was soon replaced by a gasp.  A hand returned, but was 
wrapped tightly around his swollen sex.  The hand began to pump.  Lightly at first, but as 
his moaning grew louder, the pace quickened.  Soon, the moaning became screams of 
pleasure and his seed spilled forth like a dam to long held back.  Silver arches shot 
through the air, making the moons rays seem dull.  It kept gushing forward, as if every 
drop he had was coming out.  

When the streams stopped, he could hear his heart beating like a drum.  The beating 
wouldn't stop and he thought something might be wrong with him.  He opened his eyes 
only to realize that he had a dream, a quite pleasant one at that.  He roused himself awake 
and sat up in his bed.  He then realized that it was not his heart that was beating, but 
someone's fist upon his door.  He rubbed his eyes to wipe the sleep out of them only to 
realize that his hands were sticky.  He threw the covers off him to wash his hands and 
found a wet spot on his nightshirt.  He panicked.  The knock on the door stopped, only to 
be opened.  He jerked the sheets over his lover half and watched Haldir and Orophin 
enter the room.


There he found himself, remembering that day.  Somehow he had managed to get his 
brothers out of his room, washed, dressed and packed within the hour.  Haldir did not 
mention why they were going to Rivendell, only that the Lord and the Lady had wanted 
them to.  How he had done anything at all that morning was beyond him.  Now it was a 
week later and they were entering one of the most beautiful elven cities and he couldn't 
appreciate it.  Everything turned him on.  The motion of his horse kept him painfully 
aroused the entire trip.  His tight leggings concealed nothing, so he claimed he was cold 
and kept a cloak wrapped around him at all times.  

Nights were the worst.  His brothers huddled close to each other and wanted him to join.  
He wanted to.  He needed comfort this time of his life; he had no idea what has 
happening to his body.  But it was the same reason he kept away.  He feared his situation 
would be found out and his brothers would laugh at him.  They were older that him, 
surely they would understand and help him.  But Orophin, used to being the middle child, 
tormented Haldir and Rúmil whenever the opportunity was given to him.  And Haldir had 
passed this age two hundred years ago; he wouldn't have been able to relate to him now.  
So he always sat by himself, with his cloak wrapped tightly around him.

Rúmil was taken out of his musings when Orophin nudged him.  "Look, Rúmil, we are 
entering the city!"

Haldir turned his head and looked at his brothers, one looking around attentively and the 
other looking down into his lap.  "Isn't the most beautiful building you've ever seen, 
Rúmil?"  

Rúmil looked up startled and looked at the city.  "Yes, it is beautiful.  I cannot wait to 
have a good nights rest.  I hate traveling far from home."

"That's Rúmil for you, isn't it Haldir!  Always the weakest of the three of us, getting 
homesick so easily like that."  Orophin reached over and punched Rúmil in the shoulder.

"Orophin, do not jest like that with Rúmil, you know how sensitive his feelings are.  Oh 
my, this house is even more beautiful up close!"

//Beautiful// Rúmil thought to himself.  He looked at his brothers.  Orophin, with a stern 
face had many maidens try to court him.  And Haldir, the brother who got what he 
wanted, when he wanted it and from whom he wanted it without a question.  And then 
there was he.  No one was interested in him.  He thought himself to be ugly.  He was the 
only person with a nose like his and he spent many a night trying to flatten it from its 
upturned peak.  He was different.  No one would love different.  

When Rúmil looked up next, a stable hand was looking at him.  Haldir and Orophin had 
already gotten off their horses and were standing around their luggage waiting for him to 
do the same.  "You will have to excuse our younger brother," Haldir said, "he has been 
obsessed over his horses saddle the entire trip!"  

Rúmil looked at his brother, then to the stable hand. He handed over the reins and slid 
from the horses back and draped the cloak over his body.  When he got a strange look 
from the elf that took his horse, he simply said, "I get cold easily."  He felt stupid for it 
had just turned summer. 

The stable elves told the brothers that their luggage would be taken to their rooms and 
that the Lord and Lady of Rivendell wished to see them right away.  They were lead to 
the main entrance of the house, and behind the guide Haldir and Orophin talked to 
themselves about Rúmil, who dragged behind.  "He is very sad," said Haldir, "mother 
and father died when he was born and the only parents he ever knew were Celeborn and 
Galadriel.  They spoiled him in raising us, because he is the youngest.  He is still young 
yet and he does not like being away from them.  Do not worry Orophin, we will be back 
home soon."

"I know," Orophin replied, "But I still worry about him.  Isn't it almost time for his body 
to start awakening to itself?"

"I believe so, but he is only fifty-five. That won't happen for another year or so."  
Orophin looked at him with worry across his face.  Haldir put his arm around his 
brother's shoulder and squeezed.  

They looked up at the staircase that held the Lord and Lady of the house and several 
other elves of obvious importance.  They saw a woman with long flowing golden hair and 
looked to Rúmil.  Haldir whispered to him, "Hey, Rúmil, is that…"

"GALADRIEL!"  Rúmil ran past his brothers and their guide and ran up the twenty 
something stairs towards the woman.  He ran past the Lord who was eyeing him 
curiously as he ran into her and they both smashed to the floor.  All the elves on the 
terrace looked to the Lord with wide eyes and then to the elf that trampled the poor 
woman.

Haldir and Orophin ran up behind him to see their foster mother and to ask her how she 
got there so fast and why she had come.  They found Rúmil on top of her squeezing the 
life out of her.  When he moved his head they saw a face that wasn't Galadriel's, and 
gasped in horror of what would happen to their brother for knocking down this woman.



Should I continue?  It's up to the feedback that I get!  Email me and tell me what you 
think, what I need to improve on.  Any and all feedback is welcome.